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Hey do you maybe have any lifesteal fic recs? There’s not a lot of rec lists in this fandom and I’m not sure where to start!

okay so um. i am perhaps the Worst person to go to when it comes to this stuff because. You See,

if you want a more. comprehensible list, my two swagdoons fic recommendations is probably the best place to start (1, 2). i am also going to shout out the nevada series and no bills in the mail since i've seen a few people talk about them on tumblr and i love both of them!

but i have gone through my bookmarks and have complied some fics! all of these fics are complete :)

Sweet Berry Pie by beaningeneraldenial

Clown is a busy assassin with too much experience on him to not attract a lot of potential clients and employers. One contract has him going away on the week of his and Branzy's 2nd anniversary, which Branzy doesn't appreciate much. He knows, however, how to make their anniversary celebration good! He makes a pie… he only adds a bit of gunpowder in it. or: Clown should've left a post-it note on the fridge saying "Do NOT touch, Branzy!" before he left for the week. He regrets it only a little.

Repent, Harlequin by trafficpose

The problem with knowing Clown: suddenly, chaos was an option.

Tunnel Vision by jukeboxtea

Mid is far from a quiet person. But when she’s in battle, she’s deadly silent. (or, a short character study on Midmysticx.)

Wire snare by dogdomesticated

Getting a read on intent. What will kill you first: the toxin or the detonation? A short abstract exploration of Rekrap's character and themes in Lifesteal season 3.

Rollercoaster by Thrills (IWantToRemainASecret)

Branzy compares Clownpierce to a rollercoaster and other shenanigans.

i wouldn't blame you if you turned around by Anonymous

sometimes things don't go the way you want them to. it's a story clown has heard time and time again.

What do you see when you look at the stars? by lovecore_jpg

“..What do you see?” “..What?” Planet paused, a little confused by the question. “Like– when you look out at the stars. What do you.. see? ..Besides stars?” ---------------------- Planet likes to stargaze when everyone else is asleep. This time, somebody joins him.

Olethros by arospecitzsubz (Octaveice)

"Theoretically, the ruin goes before the grace. He'd named his sword for a reason."

Brown Eyes by PacificSeaOtter

Nobody knows what color Clownpierce's eyes are- not until Vitalasy, Subz, and Rek start a bet trying to figure it out. Thus ensues the saga of failed, but hilarious attempts to get Clown's mask off.

and I swear I could slit my throat with your dull knife by Scared_Rodent

Like a frozen lake, Branzy noticed how Ashswag's expressions hardly changed, how nothing he saw surprised him at all. Branzy remembered falling in love, remembering dates by the beach with nothing but his smile. On the deadliest server in the world, Branzy remembered him.

winter in prague; 1618 by whichlights

winter in prague; 1618. tensions are high after the defenestration of multiple catholic officials, and a war will break out not quite two years later. in this time of tensions, a vampire by the name of clownpierce is injured. his friend is there to care for him, at least.

drinks in new york; 1926 by whichlights

drinks in new york; 1926. prohibition has swept across the country, but that doesn't mean the party stops. world class performers, drinks, and more- all at greenwich village, a historical hub of gay activity. clown and redd have holed up in a townhouse in the village, and have been having a wonderful time in new york.

games to play on work break by Felix_J

"A boring place is what it is. Hell." Jaron says, and it might sound a little bitter. Ash gives him a blurry look. "No, why do you look at me like that." They've stopped asking questions, (Jaron knows asking questions is not a good thing, and generally, he doesn't care). "You think, that was such a hot resort, and Satan is the greatest of 'em, you're curious, right."

A man, a squid and a clown walk into an elevator… by Thrills (IWantToRemainASecret)

Branzy is crushing hard on the dutch man he and Chief share their elevator rides with, and he seeks to learn Dutch in order to form a connection with him. Too bad he can speak English. Too bad Chief isn't going to stop Branzy.

Now as the curtains rise up by softnoblade

Maybe next it’ll snow. Maybe the remains of this server will be preserved, frozen under layers and layers of snow and ice. Perhaps, decades from now, some unlucky archaeologist will stumble across the remains of this server, and simultaneously uncover both the preserved remains of war and the immortal beings that had slaughtered them.

def function (singularity): by Anonymous/np13

it's always why did you mess with your player data and you're missing half your data structures and never ‘how was playing with your data. messing with code looked fun was it fun’ (it is, right up until it's not.)

sunsets on powerlines by w_nter

It starts with a broken lightbulb in his hands, or maybe in a forest, or maybe in a cabin tucked deep in the woods. (or: a purpleduo + the darkest minds au)

bona fortuna by sinoptics

The god of chance enjoys a visit to the human realm.

throw a punch by vanivanilla

there’s not much to do in prison, or: planet and jaron have a brief conversation as they reset their hunger

In Moments Alone (In His Office, With Pillows And Tissues) by Clownsplin

Although his outward appearances suggest otherwise, Clownpierce's moments alone are filled with stiff joints, aching muscles, and tear-stained cheeks. He gets small moments throughout the day when his pain lessens, even if by an infinitely small amount.

atlantis by Anonymous

Planet is stuck in a space between life and death, waiting. (A million miles away, Jaron is in the same position. A couple of feet away, Bacon had tried to run. Turns out there's not a lot to do when you can't respawn without being immediately killed)

farewell to the port by Anonymous

The day Branzy becomes a pirate he wakes up on a small island somewhere in the Caribbean, drunk out of his mind and distinctly lacking shoes. He thinks, somewhat despairingly, that he really should not be gambling again anytime soon. or, The Golden Age of Piracy, and the situations and decisions that drive people to become outlaws.

lose the battles by Felix_J

"you lost." it states. unless there are any more tricks up planet's sleeve, which there shouldn't be. but planet... is a strange one. "thanks." they say, and that's right, that is a full blown smile. krow still can't figure out exactly how planet's expression works, but this piece shines out, same as his eyes shine. "thank you." planet repeats, like they're not sure krow heard, or do know it can't exactly believe its ears.

Phantom in Your Foyer by arospecitzsubz (Octaveice)

Half the damn crowd had been cheering.

Kiss me in the corridor, but quick to tell me goodbye (You say that you're no good for me) by Mx_Artemis

Ash is no stranger to evil, nor is he a stranger to ClownPierce. Honestly, is it such a crime that he wants to catch up with him?

The immortal and his assassin by Thrills (IWantToRemainASecret)

He opened the door without any theatrics, no slow creak open or dramatic swing wide, he simply opened it like he was an old friend visiting a familiar face. And- Hold up, that is a familiar face. The soon-to-be-dead man was sitting on the edge of his bed, eyes shut as he slowly sipped at his cup of tea. He opened his eyes lazily, half-lidded gaze settling on Clown’s face in a way that made him feel as if he had been drenched in freezing cold water. Because he had killed his man before.

no hard feelings by sinoptics

“Hey, Redd,” Clown starts as he reaches Redd, voice ever so slightly out of breath, and then he pauses awkwardly. “So.” “So?” Redd repeats, confused as to where this is going to go. “Our arrangement is off. From now on.” Clown states. What the fuck.

or; the fic in which Clownpierce fumbles not one but two bad bitches

anything you say can and will be held against you by Felix_J

It's funny to see how Red tries to process the little things and guess if they belong to Ash, or Ash's persona that doesn't differ from him as much as he thinks, or maybe much more so, or just things Ash makes up. Ash likes to add a lot to the last pile. Poke around, like a little challenge, reminder he's not all that easy. Currently, with the fucking fish. roses and smoke week, day 6: aquarium | fantasy

For that star trapped in your chest by dogdomesticated

Thunderclouds. Stuck waiting around for Vitalasy to show up, Subz goes down a line of thinking he's been avoiding, and by then it's too late. Something about trust, something about defining what you can't see. Light, and where to find it.

The Boy and The Forest by BearAndHoney

As the tale goes there is a boy who wants to be king adn loved. And as the tale goes there is a forest full of mysteries that one else has been brave enough to explore.

the fox's young master by Felix_J

He finds a fox in the forest, dark fur-broken leg, and it reminds him, as it always does. He takes it home to fix it up, and it doesn't matter if it's just a mindless creature, if. To pass its time, he tells it a story. roses and smoke week, day 3: myths | gods

foreguess by Felix_J

I'd never go on dates just like that, after being married so long, you know that, Ash? Red'd move his head on the seat, and he wouldn't be able to see his eyes through the sunglasses. What's even the point of that kinda date? He would continue, not really ask, because of course he has to poke and argue, it always goes in a loop. Even though he knows, and he agrees with Ash. Thanks, Red, Ash'd answer and break it, because there'd be something in his stomach that's so soft, there is. roses and smoke week, day 2: swap | horror

predictable shows by Felix_J

"I'm rewatching the footage for the auditions, yeah." Red nods, slack. He considers picking the remote from his hands to push unpause, but doesn't think Ash won't find it a serious offence and make it end up on the floor in a corner at all. or, "one of them is lying" boosfer + swagdoons swap. roses and smoke week, day 2: swap | horror

The Mourner by Anonymous

The mourner stands in the open, partially hidden in the smoke. Holding out a bouquet of roses as they wait for their loved on to return.

Case #091413 - Always Bet On Red by orphan_account

Case #091413 Statement of… Branzy? No last name given apparently, about a relationship of unclear nature with someone only known as “Clown”. Dated September 13th 2014, recorded by Zachery Prince at the Institute Cordum.

little comforts by sinoptics

He turns to Vitalasy then, who’s tending a pot on the stove. “Hey, uh,” He starts, and Vitalasy makes a hum of acknowledgement. “Zam could probably use some affection.”

Mutual Hell by Kappuccinokat

Mapicc exhaled, frustrated, and stood up, walking over to the empty window. Zam tried not to relax too much. “I’m assuming this is hell, then.” He drummed his fingers on the window sill. “That’s what I gathered, yeah.” — Or; Zam had lost it all, and now as he awaits his fate in hell, a familiar face threatens to break his resolve.

Homemade Headache Cures by ros_is_writing

“Vitalasy,” Subz announced. “I can’t fucking see, and it fucking hurts.” He emphasized his point by knocking his head against Vitalasy’s shoulder, the metal of his armor hurt slightly. Vitalasy made another sympathetic noise in the back of his throat and bumped his chin to Subz’s head. Normally their head bumps were comforting to Subz, but now they just made his head hurt worse. Damn these fucking glasses.

Siren's Song by KingdomKey

The Phantoms are a renowned pirate crew who sail the seven seas. Their ship comes across a rocky island, and as they carefully traverse it, they come upon a strange creature. It certainly isn't friendly.

sweet dreams i'll always share with you by Anonymous/cutthesky

Red can transform into a plush version of himself (a big Minidoons). Shenanigans ensue one day as Ash and Red wait to fall asleep.

Cut it Out by Anonymous

He always had Ro and his knife, didn't he?

Lifesteal > Eastside > Create a Posting by bloodynocturne (avoxutopia)

Craigslist has always been an odd place, a collection of people in the same place; selling, buying, searching, looking to give or take something. And sometimes, there's small connections. People searching for each other in a circle, narrowly missing one another every time.

Southbound by ros_is_writing

“We could always use the above ground station,” Planet said in the same tone of voice that they used before. Nonchalant, bored even. Like they hadn’t just suggested an actual crime. “No.” Bacon said immediately. “That’s illegal.” “What’s illegal?” Jaron asked.

Poopies' Fun Day in the Hypixel Pit by rainy_writez

With the end of Lifesteal season 4, Poopies the endermite (who is still here somehow because it defies the mere concept of law) has become restless. So Spoke takes it to the Hypixel Pit for a fun day of incomprehensible violence. Surprisingly, Poopies ends up leaving with a new friend… or maybe more?

losing by B0LTZ

take a breath, spit out the blood in your mouth, and get back up on your feet. you still got a couple of motherfuckers to prove wrong

see with your two eyes by Felix_J

He's not a god, because the flag Red sails under doesn't believe in gods. And then he's wrong. In the reasoning, not the other thing.

carry me to tomorrow by Anonymous

Ash chooses to trust himself to the unwavering night.

mixed media: flesh, electricity, bone by Anonymous

“Do you think we’re friends in other universes too?”

(hello) my old heart by Anonymous

What he doesn’t ask is why Ash chooses, over and over, to step through that door, through Lifesteal and Earthbound and the wastelands of an apocalypse. The void knows how many other worlds they’ve followed each other through without a second thought.

fun activities to do with the person you're stuck under house arrest with by oneirogen

Open heart surgery doesn’t even rank up high in the number of weird shit he’s done on this server. Maybe approaching the top tens, if he's being generous.

smile for the camera (repeat and do it over) by gin (tabanthas)

You’re an ally and an enigma at the best of times. At the worst, you are a challenge. You are never, never a friend. OR: rek and his trust issues <3

divine intervention by Anonymous

"If we went through this all again," he says, and it sounds so far away. "Would we still find each other?" (Less than a metre away, Jaron stares at the sky. To his side, Bacon looks at the rubble by their feet. Even when you know it's coming, the end still feels like a loss you can't prepare for)

a parting of clouds by genesis_frog

What do you say, after all of that? Subz and Zam's first conversation after the sign room.

there will be darkness again by genesis_frog

Zam has been in the Eclipse Federation nearly a month now. Subz is getting more and more obvious by the day. Vitalasy steps in.

let me hold it lightly by genesis_frog

It’s a quiet life, outside the world border, but it’s one Zam and Subz have made for themselves.

to the previous respondee: by orioncataclysmic

IMAGE: more bolded comic sans. This time, it’s held up by washi tape, patterned with dicks. It reads: i like war and death and asthma attacks and if you don’t you’re a bitch and your moms a hoe OR: a battle of wits, told through an apartment corkboard, messages between Zam and Mapicc, and glimpses into Mapicc and Bacon's lives

Steam Heart by enderpearlnecklace

After sneaking onto an airship full of pirates, Branzy tries to find a way to escape.

Dear Diary: Today, I killed someone by Fey_wilde

Squiddo prides herself on her excellent memory. It’s one of her only positive attributes, one she can count on in nearly every situation. In just a blink of the eye, she can recall a story, an adventure. Every single bit of data crams itself into her head, sorting into neat piles, ones she can sift through with speed and efficiency. Mobs, history, abandoned places, extinct worlds, glitches, she knows them all. Her memory never fails. Yet, no matter how hard she tries, no matter how many hours she spends lying awake, unseeing eyes staring at the ceiling of her makeshift base, she just can’t remember why. Why did I join Lifesteal?

New Years Eve by Nox_aMillion

Going to the roof was a tradition the two of them had for New Years because apparently they liked extreme parkour off a roof while fireworks actively went off. Or the privacy was nice. Something like that.

Halloween Night by Nox_aMillion

Honestly they had done everything else there was to do on Halloween at this point. They were even dressed in repeat costumes, Red as a demon and Ash as a vampire. (Yes they could be more creative but any costume was a costume.) The two had been coming back from a fear farm when Red mentioned that there was a party at this house tonight. It was nearly two in the morning by the time they got here but the party was still going strong. Parties in houses like this didn’t end until the police got there.

#mcyt #lifesteal smp #tw swearing #media.warning.swearing #anyways i am tired so.#top 10 worst things to ask core swagcore: do you have fic recs #because Oh Boy do i #anyways hope u enjoy ^_^#mailbox.core

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bonding. //reversing

bonding. //masterlist

pairing: spawn!Astarion x named!Tav (non-binary OC)

warnings: 18+. nsft. mdni. hurt/comfort, angst, canon-typical descriptions of gaslighting/manipulation.

word count: 5,061

summary: two gays remodel a house domestic fluff and some character background building, set in post-game baldur's gate. two people who are weird and traumatized work on their relationship and reclaim their sexuality through a shared kink. lots of gooey romantic smut while these two slowly figure out their future together.

named!Tav is my non-binary tiefling ranger, Festé. i was seeing far too few fics with tiefling!Tav and i thought it was crucial, nay, critical to include them in the headcanons. i hope you all enjoy! ♡

header credit: MANTIS. // @astarionposting

It was hard to slip into a trance, even with his face buried in his imp's chest, and their arm draped over his back. Festé had fallen asleep while petting over his scars and through his hair, and he had enjoyed every moment of it. Astarion tried again, screwing his eyes shut and counting their heartbeats in his mind. He let their rhythmic breathing lull him back to relaxation, their chest rising and falling slowly. The elf turned his head, opting to rest his cheek on their shoulder, and to brush his lips against their neck. They shifted slightly, and splayed their hand against his back before relaxing it. Astarion continued to count, letting his mind wander. As if it weren't enough to be next to them twenty-four hours a day, Festé often made starring appearances in his thoughts and memories. Greedy, he thought, to have them all to himself, and to still desire more from them.

Regardless, tonight he remembered the very first time he opened up to them, to anyone, about his vampirism. Astarion heaved a sigh and recalled how they had looked when he had been caught bending over their bedroll. Almost demure, definitely curious, but not the least bit fazed. He relaxed and slipped into the memory fully, echoes of the conversation they had had that night coming into focus.

He was studying their face as he hastily explained how he had come to be kneeling over them in the dead of night, the sudden anxiety of the situation forcing the truth out. Shit, he cursed himself, as he took in their furrowed brow and tense posture. Why did he have to pick the ranger? They may be small, but from the looks of them… Gods, he was desperate; and he needed this to work. He needed to have just a taste of power, so he whipped up a half-truth.

They softened their posture at his words, he could easily see it, but something in their eyes bore deep into his chest. He felt… exposed under their unwavering gaze. That feeling in his chest, was it shame? The imp probably saw right through him, but they were playing along anyway? Astarion felt a twinge at the very back of his skull, jerking him out of character for an instant. The damned tadpole.

Festé didn't pry, though. It was genuinely disarming, but his lips were already shaping themselves around another half-truth: "…You can trust me." The memory blurred a bit around the edges as he continued, "I only need a taste, I swear." The imp's eyes were piercing, burning; and yet they had still agreed. What were they playing at?

From there, he had shoved the confusion away, the practiced seductive notes slipping into his voice as he invited the tiefling to lay back. Astarion went for their neck, and immediately, fireworks were going off somewhere within his ribcage. The smokiness of their blood was altogether new, but it was jarring how familiar it felt at the same time. His breathing quickened, despite his best efforts to remain calm as the first swallow coursed down his throat. The elf dug his nails into the dirt involuntarily, feeling the imp struggle underneath him with the pain. They raised their hand out of his line of sight, and he only noticed when he felt their fingers tug at the front of his shirt, softly as you please.

"That's… enough," their uncharacteristically deep voice had broken the spell their blood had cast on him, and they gently pushed Astarion away.

He spoke the first genuine truth he had that night, "That… was amazing," and the tiefling's gaze was piercing once more, though they were smiling widely at him. So stupid, he thought, smiling so warmly at the beast who was sure to be one's demise. Eventually, the elf had walked away, a new spark stirring within his chest.

Unfortunately, when he found himself alone just beyond the treeline, he realized he had felt something else stirring, as well. He panted, whirling around to glance back toward the camp before letting one shoulder come to rest against a tree. Astarion felt the sharp twist of lust coupled with the instinctual revulsion, and the act of relieving himself of both only served to instill a deep confusion within him. A confusion he repressed swiftly as he hunted for something he could kill.

The memory swam before his eyes, and he was standing in the clearing outside of camp. Most of his weight was being supported by the trunk of a large tree, and he was panting and clutching his chest. He supposed that if he had possessed a beating heart, it would be arresting right now.

"Just say… your lines, you stupid elf…" he muttered harshly under his breath. Suddenly, rage flared in his chest along with the panic, and he was tearing off his shirt, throwing it aside carelessly. This was just another thing that had been tainted for him, even if he wanted to enjoy it. He pressed his back against the tree, covering his face with his hands, while a litany of whispers fell from his lips. "It's just, one more mark. You can do this. You can do this." He kneaded at his eyes with the heels of his palms. "Just do it," he snarled.

Footsteps were approaching, and his ears twitched, judging the distance: out of earshot, but not for long. Three, two, one… He stepped out from the shadows of the trees; his features composed, but the disgust barely contained.

"There you are. I've been waiting." The bile was rising in his throat, but he smirked anyway. "Waiting since the moment I set eyes on you." A harmless lie; the imp was good-looking, to be sure, but he never imagined he would be doing this again. "Waiting to have you." He looked them over, his vision going double for a moment while he fought the familiar nausea, the pit in his stomach opening up wide as he stepped towards them. He wished that he could vomit, if only just to make the feeling go away. Then he glanced up, focusing on the tiefling's eyes, and fought to keep his features blank and composed. That disarming expression again, as if the damned imp was examining his very soul. They had such a genuinely warm countenance about them, it showed in their smile. Perhaps they knew, he thought, and yet they were playing his little game.

Festé smirked, mirroring him, but their eyes burned and narrowed. "You don't have me yet," they countered in their rich, low voice. He was off-book now, taken aback, but the moves were more or less the same.

The memory blurred and faded slightly. He hadn't wanted to remember the details, but he did recall his surprise at how warm their body had been. It was useless to compare it to the many other bodies he had touched, or that had touched him. Theirs was…different. To boot, they had offered their neck to him once again, which he only imagined was part of some larger fetish.

Astarion withdrew from that one for the time being, and all of the memories collapsed in on themselves for an instant, and then began cycling rapidly. Every night, they had allowed him in, to feed; and he took, and took. He began to look forward to their visits to his tent every morning, bouncing over to check on him, to ask if he had fed enough, to offer him the same that night. Over time, he had speculated more and more that it wasn't simply a fetish of theirs, not with the way they had lingered near him in camp, nor the way they were by his side before and after every meeting, every battle. Over and over, different locations, different lighting, and different situations: every time he had seen their beautiful smile moved, rapid-fire, across his mind. How he had grown to love that smile, and how he had begun to crave it, to covet it.

There he was, the night after they had faced that detestable drow at Moonrise. He caught Festé's arm by his fingertips, and motioned his head to a spot at the edge of camp. It was a tense moment, and he didn't want anyone else to hear him lay it bare. He studied their features as he began to confess, leaving his feelings and sins out in the open for them to judge, but they didn't. When the tiefling had instead wrapped their arms around him so tenderly, he fought the urge to sink to his knees, to weep and beg for them to stop; but also to never stop. He didn't deserve this care, and certainly not in the wake of confessing to sleeping with them to get ahead. But he craved it so desperately at the same time. It was only then, with his face buried in their shoulder, that he had pieced it together. Festé wanted to help sustain him, they didn't want him to feed to fulfill some sick fetish of theirs. The imp truly wanted him to live. They were forcing him to live, to contend with being alive, whether they had intended to or not. They were nurturing him, and to this day, he was still contending with that truth.

Astarion began to ruminate on the past two days, turning it over and comparing it to how he had felt the very first time they had slept together; and something tightened in his chest, distracting him. What if they were able to live on forever with him? What if it was their choice, and what if Gale's plan to get the ring ended up working? On the other hand, what if it was all a trap? He had an inkling that a vampire lord wouldn't stray too near to the city, unless they had plans to claim the now-open territory for themself. It would be a shame if he and Festé had come this far in their relationship for everything to be ruined.

He focused on their argument the previous day, watching their good eye burn dangerously as they looked up at him, their fingers pressing to his lips. "That's right, I don't," Festé spat.

Oh. They wouldn't even consider the idea? He must be more of a burden than he thought.

"But you wouldn't have known that, because neither of you bothered to ask me. You assumed, both of you. I wasn't angry then, but I am now." Their deep voice shot up half an octave in exasperation. He watched them pinch the bridge of their nose, crestfallen. Of course, it was as he thought, he was too much, wasn't he? Why else would they be so upset?

"You d… What?" he tilted his head, sitting back on the imp's thighs, deciding in that instant to push his luck. "You don't… want that? Isn't that what every mortal wants?" he hissed, his thoughts turning back to that drow at Moonrise once again, and to all of the thousands of faceless people he had bedded. They were all entranced by him, and most of them against their will. What was different here?

He blinked softly as Festé heaved a great sigh underneath him. It sounded happy, and he felt their fingers trace over his back, once, while they shifted under his weight, turning their head the other way. He pursed his lips, inhaling against the hollow of their neck, and he concentrated once more, feeling back into his memories of the previous day.

"You didn't, Star. You said you had no choice in the matter." They met his eyes, and he took in their grim expression. His chest felt like it was caving in on itself. "I do, and while I would give my life to spend forever with you, I don't think the risk is worth the potential reward." He knew that if his heart could beat, it would have stopped, right there and then. They wouldn't risk it? Not even for eternity with him?

"You… You don't?" His voice sounded faint, even to himself, and he dropped his gaze from theirs. The weight he now felt in his chest refused to dissipate. He wished…

"You're right, what if someone got hurt in the process? What if one of our friends got hurt? What if, gods forbid, you got hurt, or killed? It's selfish, but the rest of my short life with you, like this," he warmed a bit when their fingers skated over his cheek, "Where I can give you… all of me? I'd rather that than potentially spending eternity with regrets, or deaths weighing on my conscience." The imp smiled, though it didn't reach their eyes. He studied them, and frowned. How dare they call themself selfish, when what they had just said was so entirely selfless? Festé had always put everyone else's needs and desires above their own, even when it was at their own expense or detriment. He wanted to shout at them, to ask what they truly wanted, because he could plainly see something hidden in their eyes. The memory dispersed for a second as he recalled another, after his unfortunate 'siblings' had stormed their camp on the outskirts of Baldur's Gate.

"You're the only one. Other people don't have a heart like you. You're you. No one is like that." He said it with such conviction, and he truly meant it from the bottom of his heart, though he had felt something inside him twist violently as he spoke the words. The context had changed, but not the content.

He withdrew, and thought it over; how unfortunate he was then, not knowing just how true those words would become, Festé's face and the backdrop of their bedroom swam into view once more, and the elf parted his lips.

"You want the same thing as I do." Damnable imp, he loved them so. He closed his eyes slowly, and loathe as he was to accept it in the moment, he knew that the tiefling's big heart would prevent them from taking risks with anyone's safety besides their own. If they faced down a vampire lord, it would have only been in the situation with… him. Astarion couldn't bear to think the name right now. It was only because he, the prodigal spawn, was in clear and present danger. They truly didn't covet this life, that much was apparent. "You want to protect me, and I want to protect you," he sighed. You want to protect everyone except yourself, he added silently.

The thought of having them, though? Forever? It was a tempting prospect. He retreated from the argument, focusing on the point where he had the imp back in his arms; and he contrasted it with the first time he had slept with them. He was sickened that first time by the ghosts of his past, and the mere notion of his own arousal when he gazed over the tiefling's body. How warm they had been, though; and no less warm last night when they had taken to bed together again. His disgust with sex was gradually being replaced with a hunger that he couldn't quite put into words. Astarion, if he had his way, would have his hands on his imp at all times, whether it be a single fingertip or being buried deeply within their body. He decided, as he pinned both of Festé's wrists above their head, that if it were possible, he would crawl inside their chest and make a home for himself next to their heart. "I want to take all of the pleasures of your body, pet. Be good for me." Come now, show your devotion to me one more time. I'm begging you, he thought, feeling them squirm as he bared his fangs and opened a fresh wound on their neck.

They began to shake as he swallowed deeply, and he considered what would happen if he went too far, resting his body on theirs. It was torturous, loving someone so much that your first instinct was to devour them. He ground his hips against theirs, a snarling thought tearing its way through his mind when he felt their blood lose some pressure, their whimpers growing weaker. I'll drain you; I'll make you stay the only way I know how. He blinked in surprise, mentally shaking himself and pulling away with a harsh sigh. He all but tore the lacing from the front of his trousers, pushing the animalistic, bloodthirsty thought back behind a mental wall while he shoved his pants off. The elf patted his thigh and caught them in his arms, glad that they couldn't perceive his fingers trembling as he held them. So warm… It was a bit blurry, he was preoccupied with the feral desire to be inside of them once again. Even being this close was sweet agony. Their skin burned against his own, and he found himself wondering if it was from their hellish blood, or from some other secret. No human had felt this way against his skin. He pressed them closer. "Now that you're weakened and pliant for me, darling," he couldn't help purring in appreciation, his voice coming out rough and foreign, "I think it's only fair that you're further reminded who you belong to." And who belongs to you, you damned imp. Gods, they looked so precious. He raised a hand and pushed it into their hair, framing their face and smiling. He intended the gesture to be tender, but he probably looked terrifying. "Hasn't it been so long? By now, you've probably forgotten how I feel inside you, hmm?" He knew that he had, and he stifled his gasp when they moved in his lap, gripping them and pulling them closer. Anywhere he could reach, please, just…

He slid into them, and moaned against their ear like it had been his first time. It was mortifying, but Festé didn't seem to mind, locking their arms around his neck and rocking against him. Yes. Please, he wanted to cry out. Please hold me. Hold on to me as tightly as I hold on to you. Let me hear you. Let me feel you. Let me love you. He felt powerless as he experienced the scene unfold once again. Drowning, that's what he would call it; he was drowning himself in them. But if this was drowning, was it really all that bad? Was it so bad if he got to hold them, to feel genuine pleasure, to enjoy himself for the first time in two centuries?

Their snarling moan snapped him out of his own thoughts for a moment. What if he was simply hurting them with how - or what - he was? Oh… oh, that feeling, their fingers on his back that had almost driven him mad the first time, but he slowed his thrusts regardless. "H…hurts, Star…" He was sure it did, they looked positively wrecked; then he realized just how deeply he had pushed inside, he was met with resistance. Shit.

"Do you want me to stop, my pet?" He studied their face intensely, his fingers curling tightly around their jaw. They shook their head. "Or would you have me continue to ruin you?" His tone betrayed the lust that he felt radiating from his chest. They nodded and pressed their cheek firmly to the elf's hand. "You like how much it hurts?" He didn't let his surprise show through, and watched the imp nod again, moaning out. All for him. He stroked his thumb over their cheek, alabaster on rose. "Good, darling. I'm not nearly finished with you." I'll never be finished with you, he promised silently. I'm so utterly lost in you.

For the last time, he pushed away from the memory. The elf pressed his lips gingerly to Festé's neck, eyes still squeezed shut, as he slowly drifted back to full consciousness. As delicious as they were, his memories had only served to make him more sickened with himself. Much as he was loathe to do so, he moved his limbs slowly, inhaling their scent for one last time and pressing his fingers between theirs on top of the bedsheets. Astarion peeled himself away with an exasperated sigh, careful not to jar his sleeping imp, and padded into the dingy bathroom. The sunlight was only just starting to fade; and thankfully, this was the only room in the house with no windows.

He reached for the taps of the bathtub, twisting them and sitting on the edge as the basin filled, studying the reflection of the ceiling in the water where he knew his head should have been. With another sigh, he reached down, cutting through the surface of the water with his fingertips.

Astarion didn't want to lose them, not when they had permeated every pore of his skin and every fibre of his being. However, considering condemning them to death? Well, technically life, he rolled his eyes silently. How could he choose between them belonging to someone else, or having them leave him? It was impossible. He turned the taps off and slipped into the steaming water, settling in and watching the light slowly drain around him. Eventually, he wet a washcloth and set it on his head, slinking down further in the water with a relaxed sigh. The droplets of water tickled his shoulders and his chest when they landed, and he closed his eyes, listening. Festé's breath shuddered, and they turned over, their heart rate still slow and calm; and Astarion's ears twitched as he heard them sigh softly, mumbling his name under their breath. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and he kept silent; but they didn't say anything else. Once it was dark, the elf heard his imp stir, and the gentle rustle of fabric when they pulled back the bedsheets. They paused, and he heard them exhale slowly and toss their shirt to the floor, followed by the quiet creak of the floorboards when they got up.

"Star?" they whispered, a hint of concern in their voice.

"In here, darling," he called. His throat felt like it was coated with sand, and he inhaled as he heard their heartbeat grow louder.

"Gods, my love. I know we both have excellent nightvision, but we could stand to light a candle, couldn't we?" Astarion heard them pick up the candlestick from the kitchen table and snap their fingers. "There, now it looks a little less like a cave…" The floorboards creaked as the tiefling padded into the bathroom, and he rested his head back against the edge of the tub, looking up at them upside down. They were beaming at him, and he felt his stomach flip over as he lay eyes on what they were wearing, frowning a bit. Confusion crossed their features, and they whispered, "What is it, my love?"

He looked away, covering his mouth with one hand and swallowing. "You look very handsome in that, is all." Not to mention, they would be getting their scent all over it. They laughed softly, looking down at themself.

"Well, my shirt was covered in blood, Star. You can't blame me for picking up the first thing that I saw." Astarion glanced at them and smiled. Their voice was always so rich and husky when they first woke up, and it gave him shivers. Not that he would ever admit it. He turned in the water, crossing his arms over the edge of the tub and resting his chin on top of them, humming. They sat on the small stool, setting the candle on the floor, and arching their eyebrows. "What is it?"

"Oh, nothing, darling. I'm just surprised you can still walk." The bravado slipped in, he couldn't help it. He chuckled when they rolled their eyes, pulling the washcloth off of his head and leaning down to kiss his forehead.

"You know…" they whispered softly, leaning in further, and Astarion's ear twitched, he could feel the heat of their breath all too well.

"Hmm?"

"I haven't washed your hair for you in a while, my love. Would you like that?" They sat back, a warm smile playing over their lips. "Maybe a scalp massage?" The tiefling stood when Astarion nodded, moving to let them sit on the edge of the tub, and turning away once more. Festé cupped their hands and scooped water over the back of his head, and he shivered as it ran down his back. He bowed his head as the tiefling leaned forward to scoop more, and flinched slightly when they pushed their fingers through his curls. The elf settled between their thighs as they took up the soap and lathered it in their palms. "Just relax, love," they murmured, and he let his shoulders slump with a long sigh. "Did you have a bad rest?" They spoke in a low voice as they pushed their fingers back into his hair, working them in slow, firm circles over his scalp.

How did they always know? "You could say that. Just a lot on my mind, darling. That's all," he tried to keep his tone airy, and winced as he finished. They would see right through it.

"If you don't want to talk about it right now, we can talk about it later, my love. Just let me know." They pulled his hair back gently, leaning his head back and moving their fingers over his temples. It felt divine, and the elf drew his legs up a bit under the water's surface.

"Mn… you caught me, darling," he chuckled sheepishly. "I will, though, I promise." Even if it would be difficult to grit out. He swallowed again, deciding to change the subject. "You don't want to get in? You're… not to be rude, darling, but you're quite ripe."

"Is it distracting?" They paused with their hands in his hair, looking down at him with a smirk. "I just didn't want to assume…" they slipped their tail into the tub, curling it against his stomach. Astarion shifted in the water, and the imp's smirk grew wider as they ran their fingers along the length of his pointy ears. His eyes fluttered closed instinctively, and he shuddered. Festé leaned down and kissed his cheek before tilting his head back up and scooping more water to rinse his hair.

"That, mnh…" he started, calming himself with a slow sigh, "That felt really nice, darling," he finished in a husky whisper, his shoulders twitching as the water ran down his back once more. He moved one of his arms between his thighs, leaning forward slightly; the imp's tail was flicking against his stomach.

"Good, I'm glad," they murmured, kneading gently over the back of his neck with their thumbs. They were more roughly textured than he expected, and he arched his back with a pleasured hiss. "Sorry, too much?" He shook his head, sending water droplets everywhere, and Festé chuckled. "Alright, my love." They continued kneading slowly down to his shoulders, working on the tight muscles. It was painful, to be sure, but he couldn't recall a single time before the imp had come into his life where the pain was balanced out with such care taken with his body. Festé came upon a particularly hard knot, and he couldn't help but let out a low moan, tilting his head to the side. "Does this feel okay?" Their hands had paused again, gentle on his skin.

"Please… don't stop," he hissed, reaching up to grip the side of the tub, his other arm still between his legs. How humiliating, he mused, getting aroused by a simple massage, not to mention trying to hide it. They were just being nice, after all. He took another slow, steady breath, letting them loosen the knot. "It feels… excellent, darling. A…Ah!" Their thumbs all but pried his shoulder apart where it met the base of his neck, and his entire body tensed. It sent a tendril of heat directly to his groin.

"Lay back," they spoke softly, splaying one palm over his chest. Gods damn it. "It'll feel sore, but the knot is gone n- Oh." They had been looking at his face when they had pushed at his chest, but had glanced down while they spoke. Their eyes grew wide before they averted their gaze from his groin. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't realize it felt that good. Do you need a moment?" Astarion frowned, catching their wrist as they meant to sit up. His voice came out in a pathetic whimper, and he cursed himself silently.

"N…no. Please, darling," he pulled their hand back to his chest, and they huffed softly, grazing their fingernails over his nipple. "Please, don't stop." Suddenly, he was ashamed, he knew exactly what he was craving at this moment, and prayed that his imp wouldn't read it in his eyes. He looked away quickly, his grip loosening on their wrist. To his surprise, they circled his nipple with their thumb and pinched it, eliciting a gasp to rush down his throat, and moved to peck at the side of his neck.

"You want to do things a different way today?" their voice came out as a deep purr, "All you had to do was ask, my love. All you ever have to do is ask." They sat up, ghosting their hand over his throat and making him shiver once more. Damn them for being so intuitive; he had never felt so bare before anyone else in his life. With a soft grunt, he sat up and turned to face them, sitting on his knees and feeling conflicted.

"You don't think I'm asking too mu-" they placed their finger gently against his lips as he met their eyes. They were smiling, and he couldn't find a trace of haughtiness in the gesture. He tilted his head when their free hand rested against his cheek, their thumb stroking his skin gently.

"Not at all," they chuckled. "But I'll have to warn you," they narrowed their eyes at him, "I'm a lot nicer than you are, Star. I'll give you absolutely anything you want, as many times as you want." Their tone was playful, and they bent down to kiss him slowly, tangling their hands in his hair.

a/n: wowzers, first of all thank you for reading! the people who support this fic are actually cooler than everyone else, sorry not sorry this was so weird for me to write, astarion is a completely different beast from festé is. i like exploring his selfishness and conflicted thoughts, and i really hope the way that i wrote his little trip down memory lane isn't too confusing for the folks reading. love you all! stay squeaky! (you get sub!astarion, as a treat!)

#.fic #fic: bonding.#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #astarion acunin #astarion bg3 #astarion x tav #spawn!astarion x named!tav #bg3 astarion #astarion #oc: festé

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caliburn-not-calculator · 1 month

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ALL My Fanfic

Hi!! Seeing as I now have banished so many post from deleting my account I figured it would be best to post the fanfic links all together so, here you go :3

Maxim/VR-LA Long Fics:

Are you my Lighthouse or the Storm - Canon compliant, angst and healing, slow burn, from Maxim’s POV

Let’s Make This House A Habit - Post campaign but no longer canon compliant, domestic fluff and some hurt/comfort, also slow burn

VR-LA/Maxim Other:

Sea Meets Earth - Pre campaign, first meetings, mostly just platonic, developing friendship

“Yes. Me.” - That one moment where Noir and at least half the audience called Maxim hot, from VR-LA’s POV

The Fall - VR-LA POV, feelings realisation, flustered VR-LA, arcanobabble

Farewell for now, Friend - Post Finale goodbyes, fluffy, hopeful ending

Mistletoe in Mechanus - Christmas fic, robit kiss, pre relationship

My Silence is my Self Defence - Angst and pining, separation, preemptive mourning

Camellia & Carnation - Courtship, declarations of love, nervous Maxim, getting together, flowers

Did it hurt when you fell tripping over your own scarf? - Silly, gay panic, awkward flirting and fluff

Please Don’t Do That - Stealing clothes, light angst and misunderstandings, fluff, Maxim has an Oh No he’s adorable moment

Hot Day, Hot Damn - Coffee shop Au, fluff, slightly suggestive flirting, pining

It’s not Romantic I Swear - Coffee shop Au, Valentine’s Day fic, pining and fluff

Sanguine - Vampire Au, vampire maxim and human VR-LA, a lil spicy, lazy morning

MR-SN/VR-LA:

Painted with the Blood of Somebody you Love - Big angst, dark fic, possession and temporary character death, eventual healing

We’ll Write Our Names In The Stars - Emotional hurt/comfort, VR-LA has self confidence issues, MR-SN is a good captain, friendship/love

Sweet Dreams - Denial, oblivious MR-SN, fluff in dreams, snuggles

Word Left Unheard - Angst, final goodbyes, love confessions, copious apologies

Mi Capitán - Pre campaign slow burn, pining, feelings realisation, developing relationship

Other:

I Shine Only With The Light You Give Me - Kyana and Ione, romantic or platonic, character study of Ione sort, moon/sun dynamic

May I Have This Dance? - MR-SN/VR-LA, Maxim/VR-LA, they dance, mutual pining, first chapter is pre raid

What is Waiting in the Dark - Pre campaign, Ione and Kyana, blood and gore, child soldier

My RWD Brainrot - Unfinished oneshot series, currently just has a silly one with VR-LA and Dani, mechanites can purr headcanon

Threads That Bind Us - My first fandom fic, VR-LA’s first meeting with Mystra, hurt/slight comfort

#rolling with difficulty #rwd #fanfic #vr-la rwd #maxim rwd #mr-sn rwd #and others #fluff #angst #we have it all #masterlist #anyway yeah this will get updated but I will still post chapters seperately #sorry if some links are wrong #tell me and I’ll fix them

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ofstoriesandstardust · 2 years

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paris (lt. jake “hangman” seresin)

a/n: i don’t quite know how to explain myself. i don’t know if there will ever be a day where i don’t write these types of fics so...

summary: (bisexual Seresin sister!reader) it was never meant to come out. and yet, even in the face of his own father, your brother reminds you that if you go down, you go down together.

title comes the chainsmoker’s “paris”

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist

warnings: homophobic parents, getting disowned, swearing, Jake is bisexual pry this from my cold dead hands, actually everyone in top gun is a least a little bit gay but that’s a different discussion for a different day, i use the same three names for extra characters because i can not be bothered to think of something creative, i might come back to this storyline in a later phoenix fic but i’ve yet to decide, this was self-indulgent i’m sorry

word count: 2,824

You were 20 when you got disowned. You were 20 when your family went from a sweet Mom and an unforgiving Father and a funny little brother and a giggly older sister and a stone-cold older brother to just you and that stone-cold older brother.

That same stone-cold older brother who taught you that if you went down, you’d do it together.

The yelling in the house has reached an all-time high. Mom’s crying and Dad’s yelling and Jake’s defending you, putting his reputation as the family favorite and golden child on the line. Jake, who did everything right. Jake, who was perfect. Jake, who’d rather let his siblings flounder under your parents criticism than step up for them for one goddamn second. Jake, who took pride in being the first and the best. Who’d rather be alone than have a good relationship with any of his siblings because that’d fuck with his perfect child status.

You’d all been gathered for the holidays, the light snow fluttering outside. You and Tyler were back from college for a few weeks and Sascha had a week off from her job in Georgia and even Jake had gotten two weeks leave for the holidays. You and your older sister Sascha had been sitting in the kitchen, making cookies while your Mom put decorations up in the living room. Jake and your little brother Tyler, not so little anymore at his ripe age of 19, were in town getting more ingredients for the baking you and Sascha had lined up for the next three days before your parents annual Christmas Eve dinner. Your Dad was holed up in his study, not that it mattered much, because you relished in the opportunity to talk to your older sister freely, to welcome the Christmas cheer you normally had to keep to a minimum. And your sister’d been asking about your girlfriend, the two of you quietly giggling over your schoolgirl crush, when your Dad had walked through the door at the worst moment.

All hell broke loose from there. Your Dad yelled for your Mom as he berated you for dating a woman, and when you’d tried to stand up for yourself, explaining that you were bisexual and nothing they had to say would change that, it had only made things worse. And then Jake and Tyler were coming through the front door, entering the kitchen to find the source of the yelling. You weren’t sure why Jake had decided to come to your defense but he’d had and the raging argument had only gotten worse. Which brought you to now.

You hovered by the door, unsure if you should make a fast exit. Sascha sat at the kitchen counter, face buried into her arms, and Tyler stood behind her, knuckles white as he grasped back of Sascha’s chair. They’d both known about your sexuality and your girlfriend at college, but you all also knew to keep it a secret, knowing that this is what would happen if your parents had found out. Finally, Jake sighed and straightened up.

“(Y/N), go get your stuff, we’re leaving.” Sascha’s head shot up and you furrowed your eyebrows. You Dad shook his head in disbelief.

“I can’t believe that my son, the best I have, is doing this for someone like her.”

“Dad, I’m bisexual. Everything you’ve said about her tonight applies to me too.” You were stumbling back, reeling from the revelation. Perfect Jake was-? “Clearly there is no place in this family for either of us. So we’re leaving.” Your Dad stood stock-still, everyone else staring at Jake in baffled confusion. Jake now turns to you. “Go get your stuff. I’m serious, we’re leaving.” You numbly nodded and jogged upstairs, throwing what you needed in the suitcase. You’d been slowly moving things out of your childhood home without your parents noticing, so all the important documents had long been in your possession anyways. Things were things and they could be replaced. You met Jake down stairs, who had also grabbed his suitcase and the two of you walked outside in the cold, snowy driveway. It felt weird, knowing this would probably be the last time you’d be here, knowing that once you left with Jake, you’d effectively be disowned, him too. So-

“Why’re you doing this for me Jake?” You mumbled, as the two of you drove along the wet road, the purple of the evening dusk setting in against the white of the snow, the warm glow from the Christmas lights becoming ever more apparent. He sighed, pulling into the parking lot of the diner and turning the ignition off.

“Because you’re my baby sister, and if we go down, we go down together.”

“That makes no sense Jake. Never once have you ever showed an ounce of care for me and now you’re just- what, throwing away the reputation you so meticulously built as Mr. Can Never Do Any Wrong?” The words come out harsher than you intend them to and you don’t miss the way Jake flinches. He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face.

“(Y/N), look at me.” You meet your older brother’s eyes and he sighed again. “I love you. You’re my baby sister and I should’ve been looking out for you for a long time now. I haven’t been the brother I should’ve been and I’m sorry.” It’s your turn to sigh as you look at Jake, taking in the sincerity in his eyes. It wasn’t often Jake would allow for a crack in the unfeeling, cocky front he put forward so to see this change was... unsettling. “I still have another week and a half of leave. Why don’t I drive you back out to school? We can spend the holiday hanging out at your apartment, yeah?”

“You do realize that means I’m going to make you watch every Christmas movie ever made right?” He chuckles.

“I’d expect nothing less from you kid. C’mon, let’s go get some food and then we can hit the road.” You scoff at his usage of kid but don’t say anything as you climb out of the car, pulling your sweatshirt down your arms more to protect you from the cold. The diner was practically empty, it being so close to the holiday and the little bell alerted an older waitress who was stood at the counter. She smiled warmly at the both of you and led you to a booth. After ordering, you pulled out your phone, working on canceling your flight. You probably wouldn’t get any money back but you weren’t looking to deal with the airline if you didn't show. Jake stared at you, the Christmas music coming from the radio in the corner being the only noise. “What’re you doing?” He asked, hands folded in front of him. Even now, he seemed like he could never relax.

“Canceling my flight.” You respond, not looking at him. He shifts.

“Are you good on the money front? For school and stuff?” You nod, as you finally get the confirmation that your flight was canceled. You were getting a little bit of your money back, thank God.

“Yeah, I work two jobs so I should be good on rent and my car and other stuff. I’ve got enough money tucked away in my savings for next semester and it’ll be tight for a while, but I’ll be fine.” You said, sliding your phone back into your pocket. The waitress brought over your coffee and you both thanked her.

“Well, you know, should you ever, you know need anything-” He pauses, looking at you. “Money for rent or school or groceries, or you know, anything else, just give me a call and I’ll see what I can do for you.”

“I appreciate the offer Jake, but I’ve been financially independent from Mom and Dad since I started college. The car is in my name and so is my phone and I pay for everything, just in case something like this happened.”

“Were you going to come out to them?” He asks in disbelief and your mouth gapes open at him.

“How stupid do you think I am? No, I wasn’t born yesterday, I know that wouldn’t have been a good idea.”

“Well then-”

“Jake, we can’t all be like you, Mr. Perfect. Dad would’ve found something eventually. He’s already been pissed off about my major so we’ve been teetering on the brink of this for a while. Just speed the process up.” He nods slowly.

“I don’t... actually know what you’re studying.” He says, swallowing.

“History.” You respond, mildly uncomfortable. You and Jake got along the least, so to be sitting with him, here in this situation, was all kinds of strange. He nods and fiddles with his coffee cup.

“So, two jobs? Must keep you busy.” You nod.

“Gotta afford to live somehow.”

“And how do you manage that and school?” You shrug.

“I don’t sleep.” His eyes widen slightly and he frowns. “What?” You ask, eyes flickering up at him from where they’d been studying the pattern of the table.

“Nothing, just- that’s a lot of pressure. And you should be enjoying college, not-”

“Not living to work so I don’t become homeless because we have shitty parents I’ve been trying to get away from?” He stares at you and doesn’t respond. “Jake, it’s fine. My grades get me good scholarships and sleep is a sacrifice I’m willing to make if it means I’m not dependent on them. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.”

“It’s not fine, that’s so- that’s so fucked up, (Y/N), and you know it. You should be staying out late and hooking up with random people and doing dumb shit, not- not wasting your best years working and studying and-”

“Jake.” You say firmly and he pauses from his rant to meet your eyes. “You’ve kind of been an absent brother so this is only news to you.” He opens his mouth but you don’t let him start again. “And you’ve always been in Mom and Dad’s good graces, you have since the minute you were born, and you’ve always turned a blind eye to how they treated the rest of us. So I’m sorry that this is news to you but you’re a little too late to be this upset about it.” He stares at you as the waitress appears with your food. You smile at her brightly and thank her as Jake continues to stare at you. He doesn’t touch his food, just studying you and taking you in. You huff, pushing his plate closer to you.

“Jake, let it go. Eat your food.”

“What can I do for you? How can I help?” He says instead, ignoring the gesture. You look at him from where you’re dipping your fry into your milkshake.

“You can help me by shutting up and eating. Drop it.”

“No.” You sigh, setting your fry down on your plate.

“Jake, I don’t need your help. I do just fine on my own.”

“Like hell you do. You’re working two jobs just to make enough to stay afloat and you’re 20 years old and I can already see you becoming burnt out and lost in life. Let me help.”

“I don’t want your help.” You state firmly, looking Jake in the eye. “I don’t want your help, okay? You’re right, that this isn’t ideal. But I’ll figure it out on my own, okay? I don’t need my Navy brother to swoop in and play Superman. I got it, okay? Please for the love of God, let it go.”

“If Sascha was here instead of me, you’d be giving her a different answer.” He states firmly, like it’s a fact of life and nothing less. You huff in frustration and shrug.

“Probably. But Sascha hasn’t made my life harder consistently for the last 20 years. Can we drop this now?”

“Absolutely not. I need to know that when I go back to base, my sister is going to be okay.”

“Okay fine, Jake. What do you want out of this?”

“Let me help you, please, even just a little bit. Rent or groceries or something. Just to ease the stress a little bit, just so you’re not treading water.” He pleads and you sigh, looking at him.

“We can revisit in a week and a half. That’s the best you’re gonna get, take it or leave it Seresin.” You respond as your phone rings. He huffs, getting ready to go to battle but you don’t let him as you answer the call. “Hello?”

“Hey.”

“Hi Ty.”

“How’re you doing?”

“Feeling like I just got disowned, so not too shabby.” He chuckles.

“Hey, look, are you gonna be good to get back to school? We can regroup back on campus after break, but there’s no way I’m gonna get another chance to call you between then and now. I only can now because Dad’s in his study and Mom’s cleaning.”

“Yeah, Jake’s gonna drive me.” You respond, eyeing your blond older brother, who’s started to pick at his food. You and Tyler went to school together, him being only a year younger than you, and the two of you were inseparable.

“You’re gonna kill each other before you ever get there.” You snort.

“Yeah, I know. We’ve been arguing since we left the house.”

“About what?”

“He wants to help me financially so I can quit one of my jobs.” Jake glances at you and then back to his food. Your arms are crossed as you eye your older brother, who's behaving in ways you’ve never seen before. There’s a long exhale from Tyler before he speaks again.

“That- that wouldn’t be the worst idea ever.”

“Ty-”

“Look, we can discuss this another time. Just- don’t totally shut Jake out. Right now you’re both disowned, and for the same reason, so he’s the best you’re gonna get. It wouldn’t hurt to lean on him a little bit, especially if he’s offering.”

“Yeah, okay.” He sighs.

“Look, I gotta go, I just wanted to make sure Jake didn’t ditch you on the side of the freeway somewhere.”

“Not yet.”

“(Y/N), seriously, do your best to rebuild the bridge here. He’s trying, because he wouldn’t have gone down for you the way he did if he wasn’t.”

“Whatever, Ty. See you in a few weeks.”

“See you. Love you sis.”

“Love you too, bye.” You pull the phone away from your ear and eye your older brother, who’s staring at his fries like they personally offended him. “Okay, out with it, Jake. What’s this really all about?” He sighs and shifts, not meeting your eyes.

“I- When I figured out I was bisexual, I was so scared. It was so isolating and I- I really struggled for a while. And to think that my kid sister, someone I swore I’d look out for since she was born, was maybe experiencing those same things, it made me feel shitty. I haven’t been a good brother to you pretty much ever and I mean it when I say I’m sorry. I haven’t been here in the way I should’ve been. And I want to start making up for it. I- I get it if you don’t want my help but- but beyond that, if you ever need someone to talk to about it, I want you to know I’m here. I know you say this is something you’ve been preparing for a while but your relationship with Tyler and Sascha is going to change and you’ll never be able to go back and it’s going to hit you, sooner or later. I’m going to be here for you every step of the way, whether you like it or not. I’m here, no matter what you need, because no one gets it better than I do and I’m going to do whatever I can to help you kid.” You stare at Jake, trying not to let your mouth drop open at the sincere kindness and remorse on his face.

“I don’t trust you, you know that right?” You finally say and Jake’s face falls. “But- but you’re right and right now you’re all I’ve got and I’m not exactly in a position to be pushing people away.” You sigh, taking a deep breath. “We can see where it goes. Figure it out. Fresh start from here on out for both of us.” He nods, an unreadable look crossing his face. “Now will you please eat your food? I don’t want to be spending the whole night driving back in the dead of winter dark, it’s not fun.” He huffs out half a laugh and pulls his plate closer to him.

“I love you kid.” You eye him, shooting him a look.

“We’ll see how much you love me after this Christmas movie and baking marathon we’re gonna have.”

#jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin imagines #jake hangman seresin fics #jake hangman seresin fic #jake hangman seresin imagine #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fics

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top five fics (ever. for a fandom/pairing. by people you know. by strangers. whatever u want go crazy) ORRRR top five fob songs bc I know u and ilu and I wanna hear ur thoughts

hi sav. hope you know what you've unleashed here.

TOP FIVE FICS.....EVER

tell me about the big bang (star wars sequel trilogy, Finn/Poe, 37.8k.) i made my mom read this fic and that's not a bit i literally had her read this. and she isn't even a star wars fan. like she's seen tfa but she wasn't even that into it i just made her read this because it's one of humanity's greatest literary achievements and she still brings it up to me in conversation that's how much she enjoyed it. sorry this turned into more of tmatbb being one of my mom's top five fics but yknow. context. anyways i don't want to say too much about it because i don't want to spoil it for anyone who might check it out which Please Do That but suffice to say. it is a work of fucking art and i can only hope to someday write with half the talent nina varela possesses in her pinky finger

darling i'd wait for you, even if you didn't ask me to (the great pretender season 1, Laurent/Makoto, 11k.) swear to god this isn't me sucking up it is still the best gift i have ever received in my life. hey you reading this have you ever conceptualized a fic and went "boy i wish i could feed this into a machine and it would execute the idea perfectly in a way that managed to surprise and delight me as i read it" well you simply must get yourself a sav. because she will do that for you. anyways watch tgp season one literally just to read this fic.

Be Gay; Solve Crime (american vandal, Peter/Sam, 9.2k.) this fic has everything--outsider POV! perfectly in character banter! angie and michael who are real and canon to me! mr fernandez did you eat shit! gay lou carter! do your string thing man! MING, EVEN!!!!!! consider this a rotating spot for the work of my lovely lovely friends in the hanover high AV club, who have churned out some of the bangers of all fucking time which i talked about some of those in a top five ask four calendar years ago

Over & Through (dimension 20 fantasy high, gen, 62.7k.) also made my mom read this. she got the riz chapter first and said it gave her horrifying acid trip dreams. which is honestly so fair. if you are a dimension 20 fan and you haven't read this fic what are you doing. the form is inventive the prose is stunning the characterization is painfully sharp. if you've been watching neverafter going hey i wish this was actually horror READ THIS RIGHT NOW THE HORROR IS IMMACULATE

If You Could Let Me Inside Your Heart (leverage, ot3, 2.5k.) remains my favorite leverage fic of all time and also my favorite group character study. what a lovely premise and executed with such grace and perfect understanding of character and pacing like so much work is done for its length and GOD IS IT ALL GORGEOUS

okay haha onto the fall out boy--JUST KIDDING. I HOPE YOU HAD YOUR WEAPON READY TO TAKE ME OUT BECAUSE ONE TIME I SAID IF I EVER MADE A RECLIST WITHOUT I HATE TO LOOK INTO THOSE EYES AND SEE AN OUNCE OF PAIN YOU WOULD HAVE TO SHOOT ME BECAUSE I'D BE A POD PERSON. SO HERE'S ME DOING THAT, PLEASE READ IT, READ IT NOW. WHAT FANDOM OR PAIRING OR LENGTH? YOU GET TO FIND OUT WHEN YOU CLICK! THAT! LINK!

okay haha onto the fall out boy. so i earnestly did try to come up with my top five fob songs on my own. then i had a breakdown and filled out the whole damn fob song sorter yes all 500 battles. heres my top 25. note the repetition of numbers indicating my inability to make decisions

elaborations on the medal winners:

THE KIDS AREN'T ALRIGHT: when this song came out i was thirteen years old (in middle school) (did not have my own itunes account) (did not have spotify) and as all songs do it was released at midnight (i was thirteen) (supposed to be asleep) (it was a school night) i hid under the covers with my ipod touch on the lowest brightness setting (supposed to be asleep on a school night) midnight arrived and i could not buy the song on itunes because then my parents would get an email about the purchase and know i had stayed up (i was supposed to be asleep) so i just listened to the 30 second preview on itunes for like an hour straight (i cried) (a lot)

THE (SHIPPED) GOLD STANDARD: me for real bc im literally no good at math

(COFFEE'S FOR CLOSERS): also in middle school i used to doodle song lyrics to keep myself focused during class and my history professor was taking a walk around the classroom and spotted my doodle of a little coffee cup with the lyrics "i will never believe in anything again" and went "aw why not," clearly concerned for my mental health and wellbeing. and despite that horribly traumatizing experience, coffee's for closers remains one of my favorite songs in the world. so thats proof that its really very good

OF ALL THE GIN JOINTS IN THE WORLD: you only hold me up like thiiiiis cause you don't know who i really aAAaaAAAaam

PAVLOVE: sorry its the quirky girl tendencies again. when will they put this on spotify so i can scream my little heart out to I WANT TO MAKE YOU AS LONELY AS MEEEE SO YOU CAN GET GET ADDICTED TO THIS YOU CAN GET GET ADDICTED TO THIS! anyways folie >

now, a disclaimer: this sorter is obviously older than two weeks and thus does not include the songs off SMFS. i feel like recency bias means i can't accurately fit them into the list but i will say that there is no universe in which hold me like a grudge doesn't make top fifteen

if you've reached the end of this post, thanks for going on this journey with me. i meant to be asleep an hour ago. but i did this instead. was it worth it. well whos to say. if you ended up reading IHTLITEASAOOP then yes it was.

#hi sav youre my favorite person on the planet hi everyone else i am. sorry #c.ask

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raves about the atlas paradox!

so basically TAP is like my favorite book of the year and I loved it so damn much like more than babel like can you IMAGINE?!?!?! more than BABEL??? omg like I'm gonna do a proper review this week on my booksta but I loved this one ever MORE than ta6 and I didn't even think that was possible, this book was like a comfort to me like reading it felt like home it felt like my happy place it's the kind of thing I crave intensely it's the best blend of scifi-fantasy and cosmology and it's so easy for me to slip into olivie's narrative voice ugh

like as soon as she got into the philosophy and the physics I inhaled and was like yessss this is what I need in my life this is what I love and omg like the way she structured the story to keep it character-driven and like a whole socratic discussion??? amazing like wow like I swear that there's about 3 different paradoxes and loops in terms of the structure of the story

callum. callum nova. like I post about callum all the time so I think it's a given that he's my favorite and I was just so happy he was still as deranged and sad and maniacal as I would have hoped and OMG this boy not only has an oedipus complex but is hilarious and petty and I don't believe in astrology at all (because, Muslim) but he's very much a leo moon... and on the note of callum, he very much gives me Dark Fic Draco energy more and more like in the first book I was getting those vibes and was like "maybe it's cus he's blond and rich and evil" but nah he has the right amount of aristocratic pomp and sad boi vibes and he's defending draco's twin idc and on that note libby is evil hermione and don't bother fighting me on that

I just absolutely loved the characters dynamics and the fact that the whole book explored new dynamics like the character dynamics in olivie's works is ten times more important than plot and I love it like that like each voice is just so distinct and fushhsjsja like callum and reina had me SHORT CIRCUITING like bruh I loved it

and on that note, I notice the book only has a 3.86 on goodreads which is suspiciously low for a big sequel that's entirely in the vein of its first book (proof booktok viralism is not real) and I think it's because 1. people wanted the book to be nicolibby and GUESS WHAT HOES THIS BOOK IS BIGGER THAN NICOLIBBY like I love nicolibby but cmon, the fact that there's not much nicolibby is not an excuse to low-rate the book cus you have MISSED the point fo sho like I will eviscerate the people giving TAP 1 star because there wasn't enough nicolibby like??? way to be predictable

and 2. people just can't handle the fact that the dark academia book is ACADEMIC and teaches you things and messes with you and ignores all morality and that's the POINT of good academia it can't just "be gay do crimes" like academia is about life and life is about conflict and conflict is about philosophy, like of course the book is about consciousness so if you're looking for a traditional book then you're looking in the wrong place... like would you read lolita if you hate reading the thoughts and justification of bad people NO you wouldn't and literally olivie's setup for this book is "the bachelor but with law students but magical" and that's the POINT it's not about what's right or wrong it's about what you CAN do within the frame of the so-called rules until you write your own rulebook ya feel

like the sheer use of synthesis and irony and paradox in this book is amazing it's supposed to be a study in academia and a study of the psyche by making sure the ensemble are all walking hyperboles it's not mindless entertainment like olivie makes you work for it and I like an easy read now and then too but people saying the book is "pretentious" like lmfao? a book on academia? a book about philosophy and physics is "pretentious"? lmfao. say you missed the point of the genre and GO @ olivie haters

#the atlas paradox #the atlas six #the atlas 6 #ta6 #olivie blake #nicolibby #dark academia #dark academia books #books and literature

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i desperately want to write some kind of (potentially the last of us part 2 vibes inspired [aka just gay, country, cozy, and gritty]) established monster apocalypse fic with slightly aged up characters but i can't make up my mind on whether i want to write ...

a season one-esque retelling in the sense that will goes missing and the party ignores the safe zone's rules to go off and find him + they run into a feral eleven who helps them but fails to mention at first that she comes from the colony tht took will and it's kind of like a prison break type of fic too but overall it's all about hope and new beginnings and waaaay too close calls and The Power Of Friendship and coming home and being scared but doing it anyway and many many Realizations of the homosexual variety

by|er are boy besties and have been ever since they met on the rusty rickety swings and it's very much Day In The Life Of Two Monster Apocalypse Survivors Who Are NOT Dating Seriously Stop We're NOTTTTT Hehe<3 until Shit Goes Down and Oh God Oh Fuck What The Hell And FUCK FUCK FUCK WAIT NO STOP PLEASE and oops what do ya kno eddie/bob/hopper/insert other influential mentor character here jus got fed to a pack of demo-dogs or something else equally as horrific by some rival group and the party is helpless to do anything but watch and so after they hold the funeral they go off to avenge them (aka SHUT UP yes it's jus a tlou2 knock-off basically maybe don't look @ me) + it's about the lengths you'd go to for the ones that you love, what parts of yourself you lose and find on the path to revenge, what it means to be alive vs actually living, making your own way in the world, how much you can change before you become someone else entirely, what it means to actually honor the ones you lose, and The Healing Power of Love of course

fuck the "will goes missing" trope all my homies hate the "will goes missing" trope, this time .....okokok maybe will does go missing actually BUT mike is right on his tail bc Over My Dead Body Will You Take My Best Friend Away From Me and maybe they get chased away far enough by whatever monster that they get lost because it's all in the middle of their settlement falling/being overrun and it's nighttime and they don't know what's happening everything was fine just thirty minutes ago wtfwtfwtf and they have to find their way back home and there's lots of hurt/comfort of the physical and emotional variety bc Everything Happens So Much and when have they ever gotten a break literally ever + it's about finding hope where it feels like there is none, "just hold on a little longer, okay?", learning what makes home feel like home, us against the world-isms, will gets bitten by a demo-bat or something and doesn't tell mike (don't worry he's immune lol) but mike soon realizes anyway bc will is shifting his weight weirdly and mike is Always looking at him (but not in a gay way bro i sWEAR bro we're FRIENDS We Are Friends now hold my hand pls), aka Paladin and The Cleric vibes 100% essentially jus two gay hooligans and their awful very bad no good week away from the camp

will and el aren't The Chosen Ones so the monster apocalypse happens anyway without them causing it but when will was taken away it was because his test results came back weird n brenner's team wanted to study him for Finding A Cure reasons but something goes wrong one day and they both make it out of the lab (& maybe word gets around to other settlements abt two missing teens n mike finds a poster while out and when he takes it back n shows ppl it just gets him looks of pity but not from joyce, the only other person that never lost hope). fast forward to feral will-el being a two man wolf pack that are just trying to find will's family wherever they may be now (will corrects her and tells her its their family btw and he's told her so much abt them at this point that it really does feel like she's known them her whole life almost bt she's secretly scared to hope that they're still alive even if she'd never tell him that bc she jus wants a family so much she doesn't want to be let down if they aren't) and this one is more of like ... A Day In The Life / Character Study type of fic bc they Do find the party (they break in somewhere to get supplies n there's so many monsters n the last time they all saw each other they were kids and will-el are covered up so they don't recognize each other n ofc will-el are bandits so they get captured and then yanno. they rip off will's face coverings and it's like Omgggg Surprise It's Me Aha Sorry I Bit You And Almost Took Your Knee Out And Hit You With A Metal Pipe Can You Please Uncuff Me Now Hehe<3). aka will-el find their way back home and now they have to figure out what home really is and how to reintegrate into society. it's about the ghosts of your past, reconciling what you knew with what's in front of you, falling back into old habits and having to learn new ones, falling in love all over again, mike waking up from the same nightmare he always has and going to will's room in the dead of night because he has to be SURE that this is real that will's actually alive that it really is him right in front of him and that he hasn't been taken away again and that this isn't just another dream within a dream, learning how to be a human being again, and it ends with someone's wedding ofc.

#i .... actually have a lot of scenes written for all four of these lmao but i get Overwhelmed bc i want to pick ONE n jus stick to #it before starting another BUT !!!!! I CAN'T EVER PICK !!!!!! AND SO I ONLY EVER HAVE BITS N PIECES OF 3843904 FICS #AND OUTLINES AND ENTIRE FOLDERS FULL OF STUFF BUT I CAN'T PICK SO THEY DON'T EVER GET COMPLETED AND #GOD.#also some of these would be mike pov and there is literally nothing scarier than that i'd rather post my entire asshole on my blog #than get ripped to shreds by the mike kinnies. DHBFKJBJFHB #but yeah idk. rubbing my chin staring at my screen like this -> 🧐

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What good can come of this?

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cQO3PRp by Hawks4life This is an alternative universe where class 1-a is in college. They have no quirks, and bakugou is in the second year of college while everyone else is just starting college. The class doesn't know many people. Bakugou forgot about Deku after elementary school because he moved. This is my first Bakukiri fic, so please don't hate me if this sucks tits. Bakugou is studying to be a doctor and so is Kirishima. Bakugou is a popular yet feared idol in college. It changes views between Bakugou and Kirishima. This was inspired because I went to a college to perform for a band concert~ Anywayyysss enjoy!!! (≧▽≦) The ash blonde glares at everyone as he passed the familiar halls. U. A University was a expensive but excellent college. Only the best of the best went there, and Bakugou was one of those people. People dashed out of his way as he stormed down the halls. He wasn't close to anyone, too focused on his studies and graduating in two years. Some people feared or hated him for his attitude, but he could care less. Words: 11670, Chapters: 7/?, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), U.A. Faculty (My Hero Academia), Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Katsuki & Class 1-A Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - College/University, College Student Bakugou Katsuki, Class 1-A Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Bakugou Katsuki Has PTSD, Abused Bakugou Katsuki, Helpful Kirishima Eijirou, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Bakugou Katsuki Needs a Hug, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Bakugou Katsuki, Traumatized Bakugou Katsuki, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Protective Kirishima Eijirou, Gay Kirishima Eijirou, Gay Bakugou Katsuki, Insecure Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki Has Self-Esteem Issues, Self-Hating Bakugou Katsuki, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Tired Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Mentor Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is So Done, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Bakugou Katsuki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is a Good Teacher, Tortured Bakugou Katsuki, Implied/Referenced Torture, Past Child Abuse, Past Rape/Non-con, Past Torture, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Past Drug Use, Past Sexual Abuse, Past Violence, Drugs, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Bakugou Katsuki, Everything is Beautiful and Everything Hurts, Aged-Up Character(s), Aged-Up Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Significant Other, Kirishima Eijirou is a Brat, Bakugou Katsuki is a Little Shit, Bakugou Mitsuki Being an Asshole, Abusive Bakugou Mitsuki, This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, Author Is Sleep Deprived, The Author Regrets Nothing, Bakugou Masaru's Bad Parenting, Neglectful Bakugou Masaru, Why Did I Write This?, I'm Going to Hell, I'm Not Ashamed, I'm Sorry Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki Needs Therapy, Bakugou Katsuki Needs a Break read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cQO3PRp

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bnha #mha #kiribaku #krbk #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki

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Good Old-Fashioned Loverboy

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QJSa97M

by TakeSwimingLessons

Let it not be said that Regulus Black was gullible. He was more than aware of his faults and those of his family. In spite of all the harsh words of his oh so wise big brother, Regulus knew the self-righteous words spouted from his parents were bullshit. He knew his mother and father were wrong. Muggles had as much of a right to the world as anyone else and muggle-borns were not somehow tainted by the ‘filthy’ blood flowing through their veins. Surely, if Sirius was able to figure that out, his much more intelligent brother would be able to as well. So no, Regulus Black was not gullible. Nor was he surprised to find his brother’s room void of all his precious belongings.

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After Regulus ran away to his Uncle Alphard's, he was free to become his own person. With both obnoxious and tolerable Gryffindors flocking to him, Regulus found himself with a myriad of new allies as he made his way through his sixth year of Hogwarts. Still, Regulus couldn't seem to escape the insufferable Gryffindor chaser who made it his mission to be the center of the Slytherin's attention. Fucking James Potter.

Words: 887, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Regulus Black, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Bartemius Crouch Jr., Evan Rosier, Lily Evans, Marlene McKinnon, Dorcas Meadowes, Mary Macdonald, Severus Snape, Kreacher (Harry Potter), Alphard Black, Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort

Relationships: Regulus Black/James Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Peter Pettigrew & James Potter, Regulus Black & Sirius Black, Regulus Black & Bartemius Crouch Jr., Regulus Black & Evan Rosier, Regulus Black & Kreacher, Regulus Black & Remus Lupin & Lily Evans, Regulus Black & Black Family

Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, And an alternate sad one but I might make that a separate story, Jegulus Endgame, Starchaser, One-Sided James Potter/Lily Evans, Not Canon Compliant, slow burn?, Regulus Black Lives, Regulus Black Deserves Better, Regulus Black Needs a Hug, I was dragged into Jegulus like Regulus was dragged by inferi, I'm on a Jegulus kick and I'm dragging everyone down with me, Regulus & Barty & Evan Friendship, They are the ultimate Slytherin trio, fight me on this i dare you, Regulus Black & Remus Lupin Friendship, Regulus Black & Lily Evans Friendship, Study group anyone?, Regulus gets adopted by the Gryffindor girls, Sirius is a bit of an ass at first but he becomes the ultimate brother, I swear, Regulus Black & Sirius Black Have a Good Relationship, Established Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, There is no rhyme or reason to these tags so suffer I guess, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, For the most part, nobody you like dies, Unless I put the sad ending in here, we'll see, Endgame Regulus Black/James Potter, Regulus and James raise Harry, I probably forgot a lot of tags so I'll add them as I remember, Queen - Freeform, This ain't my first fic but it's my first on here and my first in this fandom, I'm not British but I'm trying my best so correct me if I make any mistakes, I'm painfully American, Smoking and drinking is also there, James is a chaser, We do not support JK Rowling here, Everyone's gay so bitch better deal with it, No beta I'm my own editor so prepare for mistakes, The mature warning is just for language and some violence, idk I'm doing my best alright?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/QJSa97M

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Severus Snape #Snape #Professor Snape #SS

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bokashi · 3 years

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Legit My Favorite Fics of All Time Holy Shit (Haikyuu)

I'll organize it by ship and try to include some details. I have a massive, well-organized folder of fics (probably over 100 fics jeez), but these are my favorites, the ones I've reread the most, or have taken up a lot of my headspace. Enjoy. :)

Bokuaka <3

Rules - ConesOfDunshire - Explicit, AU: Musician Autistic Bokuto, Accountant Akaashi - A bokuaka classic and probably my favorite Haikyuu fic of all time. Truly my favorite (top 3 at the very least). It's such a lovely story with minimal angst and a frick ton of fluff, and we get to watch as these two beautiful boys fall in love with each other. Well worth the read.

This Smacks of Rainbows - darkgaaraluver - Teen, AU: soulmates, still volleyball players at fukurodani, pre-canon, reincarnation - I love reading stories from Akaashi's perspective because he is a poetry gay and so we get the most beautiful language when describing Bokuto. There is so much pining and angst in this it hurts. Truly, this fic causes pain, but the comfort that follows is so sweet, that it makes it worth it. I reread this one at least 5 times after first discovering it.

like patience on a monument - titanscrow - Teen, Canon Compliant, slow-burn - Literally just read this one. That's how good it is. I already KNOW that this will be on my list. As the author says in the notes, they're allergic to sadness, so although this is a slow burn, there isn't a lot of angst in my opinion. Seeing Bokuto from Akaashi's eyes is once again, one of the most beautiful things, but we also get peeks at how Bokuto views Akaashi and that's honestly what changed this story from really good to an absolute favorite. (Note: it's all from Akaashi's POV, but when you get there, you'll know what I mean.) The author also came out with a new bokuaka fic (~5000 words) and I am IN LOVE WITH IT. So please read that too!

O-week is Wild - KnottyRoses - Teen, AU: College, FLUFF, COMFORT, BEAUTY, GRACE - This is my comfort fic. Feeling down? Read this because your mood will be lifted. We follow bokuaka during O-week (a Canadian term, but basically college/uni orientation). Bokuto is such a sweetheart. Characterization may be a little off (for Akaashi moreso), but I truly dream that this is how their personalities would develop in this universe, so it doesn't matter!!

polaris - ClementineKitten - Teen, AU: reincarnation, pining - Honestly what really gets me about this fic is Fates' little mentions of their previous lives. I love watching these boys fall in love through snippets and this is the perfect fic for that.

how you wish it would be all the time - drifting_i - General, Slow burn, post-time skip, "domestic bliss" - I think about this fic all the time. It hits me when I least expect it. Personally, I love the idea of Bokuto and Akaashi keeping in contact and seeing each other when they can, and this fic is an amazing example of that. And really, it is so freaking well written. I fell in love with this story and I hope you do to.

Iwaoi

Six-Month Lover - afuzzyowl - Explicit, pining, fluff and angst (a lovely combo, but if you're afraid of angst, it's not that bad!) - This one is so cute, and it's from an alternating POV, which is always nice with longer fics. It's particularly lovely because we get to watch Iwa fall for Oikawa (and using the best metaphor to justify it, a door opens—I realize now that sounds like a flattykawa joke, but I really just like that metaphor). But anyways, the way Hajime falls is soft and beautiful and it makes me believe in good things?! I just love it.

I sure hope that guy gets fired - Xov - Teen, time loop, pining, pre-time skip - This is another fic that is in my top 3. Truly, one of the best. *chef's kiss* I'm a sucker for fics with supernatural elements (body swap, etc.). We once again watch Iwa fall in love (are you sensing a pattern), and his POV is so wonderful. It's so well written and feels in character. Watching the relationship between Oikawa and Iwa bloom makes my heart swell. Please, please read this one.

and suddenly, we were strangers - izayas - Teen, angst with happy ending, amnesia, canon divergence, time skip - This made me cry for so many reasons. It's a rollercoaster of feelings and although the angst is there, iwaoi are still pretty much together, so it doesn't always feel like angst, it just feels like a speedbump on their road to happiness. And it diverges from the other two: this time we watch Oikawa fall in love, although for very different reasons! :) :(

you'd be happier instead if you stayed in [my] bed // sometimes b sides are the best songs - ClementineKitten + overwhelmingly_awesome - Mature, time skip, angst (up the wazoo), alcohol, pining, infidelity (iwa has a fiance) - CRAP! I love this one!! I think this is the last of the top 3. It's a two-parter, links included for both parts. We return to formula with Iwa being behind on the whole feelings thing (what's new). And it hurts and it heals? This fic is truly hurt/comfort for the soul. And also shockingly rational, which is often unusual in Iwaoi fics. They approach situations like adults (mostly... cheating is wrong straight up, so that's immature). If you're looking for adult Hajime and Tooru, I'm pleased to say that this feels like two adults figuring out a tough situation patiently. That's just one way to sell this wonderful fic, I could go on... But I won't...

lips like sugar - ohhotlamb - Teen, first kiss, canon compliant, (1 teeny tiny boner), kissing practice - YES! I shall include 1 kissing practice fic, it would be rude not to! No more elaboration because it's short enough for you to enjoy on your own!! And it's KISSING PRACTICE, come on, why are you still here, GO READ THIS FIC!

Matsuhana

聞けよ [Ask] - AshenBee - Teen, slow burn, time skip, quarter-life crisis (lol relatable tag), unemployed hanamaki <3 - What a beautiful story... I love Matsuhana content. We get little snippets of these boys just trying to figure out life and it's wonderful. LOTS of pining. Hanamaki moves in with Matsukawa for a bit. I don't even know how to sell this fic because it kind of sells itself. It's a character study of Hanamaki and as a young adult going through similar quarter-life crises, it's relatable and helps to deal with those feelings.

call me maybe - totooru - Teen, partially a text fic (not all of it, lots of writing), HUMOR, fluff, AU where Mattsun goes to Karasuno - Let me tell you this is straight up the funniest fic I've read. I cackled out loud so many times. It's insane. I'm an easy laugh, so maybe that says something, but either way, if you need something to lift you up, this is a greater fic for it. No angst, just prolonging the inevitable, and two boys who basically fell for each other right off the bat. A dynamic duo truly.

Miya Atsumu & Osamu (BIG BIG SPOILERS FOR THE FIC IN THIS DESCRIPTION, JUST BEWARE IF YOU WANT TO GO IN BLIND)

for just another day - sieges - General, canon divergence, photography, BIG SPOILER BUT I DON'T WANT TO SEND PEOPLE IN BLIND BECAUSE IT MIGHT WRECK YOU: major character death - This fic holds a special place in my heart for many reasons, but mostly because I lost my brother a little over a year ago. Completely different from this situation, but nonetheless, incredibly difficult. I 100% sobbed reading this fic. And it really helped me unpack a new part of my grief and my relationship with my brother. I really love what this story did with handling the death of a sibling, not sure if the author went through something like this, but it felt very real to me. (And now all I crave is Miya twins angst...) Also, I swear there's some form of closure. It's not terribly sad! It obviously deals with heavy topics, but at least for me, it felt like being wrapped up in a blanket and being told that everything will be okay.

I try to avoid sadness and angst at all costs (that one bokuaka fic that shall go unnamed really did a number on my grieving ass, so I can't handle anything like that anymore—it was so bad that I had to unpack it in therapy, jeez...). Most of these fics have mild angst or a lot of fluff to make up for heavy angst. There are definitely a lot of angst fics that I have saved, but obviously, that's not always my favorite brand for shipping (I just want everyone to be happy most of the time). Let me know if you read/have read any of these, I'm always up for discussion. :)

#fic recommendation #haikyuu #bokuaka #iwaoi #matsuhana #miya twins #atsumu #osamu #haikyuu!!#fics

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akkpipitphattana · 2 years

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SKU Directory

Hello there! If you've been following @sonderthroughthestreets, @alexdrijzermans, or my Tumblr the last couple days, you may have noticed us talking about this AU that the three of us created that originally sprang from this post Dani made back in July, which was then followed by a bunch of headcanons and a short fic that Tasfia made.

Within the last couple days, the posts have resurged and we have come up with an entire universe around this idea, which we've affectionately nicknamed the SKU - Sobbe's Kids Universe. And so we figured it might be a good idea to make a place to keep track of all of these new characters, hence what this post is for. So, without further ado, I introduce to you the wtFOCK next gen created by myself, Dani, and Tasfia.

Sobbe's Kids

Alright, so first up we obviously have the two kids that brought this whole universe to life in the first place. At some point in the future, Robbe and Sander decide to adopt two wonderful children, two years apart in age. The two siblings love each other a great deal and though neither will admit it, they are each other's best friends at heart.

Alexander Driesen-IJzermans (or Drijzermans) - Born July 30th, 2032. The oldest. Adopted as a baby. Originally born Alexandra. Prefers to go by Alex. Came out as trans at the age of 13. Pansexual. White. Dark brown hair (similar to Robbe's). Grey-green eyes. Unfortunately has never liked David Bowie, much to Sander's disappointment, and he is VERY dramatic about it. Quiet and not very outgoing. Tends to prefer to keep to himself. Patient. Swears like sailor when angered. Skateboarder, loves rap music. A lot like Robbe.

Mia Driesen-IJzermans (or Drijzermans) - Born April 19th, 2034. The youngest. Adopted at two years old. Lesbian. White. Blonde curly hair (though she occasionally dyes it). Brown eyes. Very much the opposite of her brother, extremely outgoing and talkative. Inherited Sander's love of mischief and his charm, but also Robbe's doe eyes that give her the perfect innocent look. Constantly getting into trouble and charming her way out of it. Bowie-lover to the max. Major romantic. Has depression. Very artsy, specifically an affinity for music, guitar and piano are her main instruments. A lot like Sander.

Youmina's Kids

Robbe and Sander stay very close to Yasmina and Younes as they get older, so close in fact that their kids think of them as their aunt and uncle and Yasmina and Younes's kids as their cousins. While Younes wanted six kids, he compromises with Yasmina and they end up having four, one in Alex's grade, one in Mia's, and two that are a bit younger.

Léon El Amrani - Born September 5th, 2032. The oldest. Gay. Dark, extremely curly hair. Dark brown eyes. Quiet and reserved, but very easy-going. Kind and observant. Loves to read and write. Majors in journalism. He and Alex are close growing up, share a lot of classes. Study together a lot. A lot like Younes.

Aisha El Amrani - Born February 28th, 2034. Second oldest. Bisexual. Often wears colorful hijabs. Light brown eyes. Named in honor of Aïcha, who remained close to her parents. Sarcastic and a realist. Extremely loyal and a big softie despite coming off a little intimidating. Wants to be a lawyer. Close friends with Mia and apart of her friend group. A lot like Yasmina.

Nadia El Amrani - Born August 1st, 2037. Second youngest. Tends to prefer neutral-colored hijabs. Medium brown eyes. Optimistic and cheerful. Always looking out for others. Has never met a stranger. Incredibly intelligent, has an affinity for science.

Ilyas El Amrani - Born January 7th, 2039. The youngest. Dark, curly hair. Dark brown eyes. Named in honor of his Uncle Elias. Tends to be standoffish, doesn't like meeting new people. Not the best at talking, would prefer to sit in silence with the people he loves. Loves learning, especially about history.

Alex's Gang

Though Alex is not very big on making friends himself, he tends to have them made for him, whether it be someone picking him out in a crowd and deciding he's theirs or because Mia introduces him to them. The group goes through a range of names, Double A when it's just Austin and Alex, ACA when Camille joins them, and a range of others after she leaves and Jamie joins, though "Gender Destroyers" is one they all unironically love.

Austin Danes - Born February 11th, 2032. AMAB non-binary. Uses all pronouns. White. Constantly dyes their hair, but it's naturally brown. Green eyes. Youngest of five, three older sisters and one older brother with brother being the middle child. Pretty self-sufficient and the one her parents have to worry about the least, so he doesn't get a lot of attention at home. Energetic and outgoing, constantly bouncing off the walls. Met Alex in primary school through Mia and became fast friends, the two have been inseparable ever since. Alex calms Austin down and Austin brings Alex out of his shell.

Camille Mertens - Born December 1st, 2032. Dark-skinned. Red hair. Hazel eyes. Independent and outgoing. Raised by her grandmother because her mother died young and her father was never in the picture. Introduced to Austin and Alex through Mia late into high school, and while her and Alex start as friends, they start dating a few weeks into their friendship. Unfortunately doesn't last because Camille ends up going to college in America, her and Alex lose touch. Double majors in psychology and creative writing. Moves back home because her grandmother falls ill and dies. Her and Alex eventually run into each other and spend two years as "just friends" before eventually getting back together.

Jamie Lecomte-Etienne - Born March 30th, 2032. Bisexual. Cis, but gender non-conforming. Japanese and white. Black hair. Dark brown eyes. Loud and talkative. Super bubbly and kind to everyone she meets. Unfortunately a business major ("it's your only flaw" as Austin says). Originally born and grew up in France, went to Belgium for college. Met Austin and Alex in university. Hits it off right away. Eventually finds out that one of her moms and one of Alex's dads were friends once upon a time and helps them get back in touch. Her and Austin end up together.

Mia's Gang

Affectionately coined "de Familie," Mia has a close-knit group of friends that are like a second family to her. Queer kids with mostly shitty home lives, the group instead finds a home in each other. Sander and Robbe's house is seen as a safe place for them to hang out and they take great pride in this.

Jia Shen - Born May 8th, 2034. Lesbian. Chinese and Muslim. Middle child, has an older sister and a younger brother. Always wearing colorful hijabs. Light brown eyes. Ironically goes to the same mosque as Yasmina, Younes, and their kids and that's how her and Mia met. Jia tagged along one time with the El Amranis to the Driesen-IJzermans and her and Mia hit it off immediately. Her parents are very loving and accepting. Her and Mia have very similar personalities, and that combined with their names being so similar means they are often teased for it. "Same person, different font" is often tossed around.

Raya Raza - Born December 12th, 2034. Trans girl. Bisexual. Pakistani. Long, dark hair. Dark brown eyes. Prefers to go by Ray. Oldest of two, has a younger sister. Quiet, bookish. Aims to be a doctor (50% because her parents want her to be one, 50% because she wants to be one). Her parents are very strict and have high expectations, they are the reason she chooses not to come out until college. They do end up doing their best to accept her, though they take a long time to use her correct name and pronouns. She meets Mia midway through high school. Only her friends know her identity until she comes out in college and starts transitioning.

Kaden Bakker - Born October 13th, 2034. Token straight, but ace. White. Light brown hair. Blue eyes. Extremely sweet and down to Earth. Tall and wide, making him look way more intimidating than he is. Parents put a lot of pressure on him and don't approve of his friends, but he views them as his family. Meets Mia, Aisha, Jia, and Ray not long after Ray joins the group and hits it off with all of them almost instantly.

Max Visser - Born August 27th, 2034. AMAB non-binary. Uses they/he pronouns. Identifies as gay. Black, dark-skinned. Dark brown hair. Brown eyes. Guarded and constantly on alert. Grew up jumping around foster homes before landing in the one that placed him at the others's school their senior year. Took a long time to open up to them. Ray and them become close and she is actually the one that gets them to open up more and eventually he opens up to the rest of the group as well. Unfortunately they end up aging out of the system, but they have a family in the friend group anyway, so they don't mind.

Angelica Nang - Born June 4th, 2034. Pansexual. Korean. Brown hair with some natural red, typically worn in long braids down her back. Brown eyes. Perfectionist and soft-spoken. Classic pianist. Youngest of two, has an older brother. A lot of pressure put on her because her brother did not meet their expectations, they wanted him to be an architect, but he moved to Australia and joined a rock band. Her parents also want her to be a lawyer, but she pursues music instead and she has to be perfect at it, to the point she starts to forget why she pursued it in the first place. Meets Mia in college and they hit it off right away and start dating. Mia writes her song after song and eventually helps her to realize why she started playing in the first place.

#yall have... no idea how much time and thought went into this sdjfhsh #literally spent so much of last night and most of today working on this #can you believe fourteen characters came out of a single joke post from dani JHFDKJFHD #god we're insane.... anyways sdfhs #also we do not take criticism what the three of us say is law <3 #sku #wtfock #sobbe #youmina #<- tagging those to keep it off people w/blocked tags dashes but also bc i figure some fandom members might enjoy sdjhfsd #long post

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Wizards Hearts Recs: Patronus Themes

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 Changing Tides by carpemermaid Rated: Explicit Words: 109687 Tags: Bisexual Harry Potter, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Dumbledore's Army, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Auror Harry Potter, Auror Partners, Auror Draco Malfoy, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Patronus, Gardens & Gardening, Cultural References, POV Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts Fifth Year, POV Alternating, POV Harry Potter, Wandless Magic, Coming of Age, Mutual Pining, War AU, Romance, Falling In Love, Humor, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Healing, Post-War, Ministry of Magic, Minor Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Soulmates, Community: hd_erised, Sexual Fantasy, Wet Dream, Snogging, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Non-Penetrative Sex, Emotional Sex, Hand Jobs, Professor Harry Potter, Person of Color Harry Potter Summary: Draco has spent half of his life spouting the things his father has taught him without much thought about how he feels about what he says. When he unexpectedly comes face to face with the Dark Lord, he grapples with the harsh realities of the world and struggles with his changing views on life. Instead of doing what’s expected of him fifth year, he joins Dumbledore’s Army and learns how to defend himself, how to make his own choices, and how he can be something greater than his father’s example as he grows into his own man rather than his father’s shadow. The choices he makes change both his and Harry’s fates, intertwining their paths until they converge. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Eight Days (to Save the World) by Gnarf Rated: Mature Words: 47632 Tags: Post-Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Housemates, Friends to Lovers, Minor Character Death, Mentions of Death, Dementors, Dementor's Kiss, Inferi (Harry Potter), complot, Unforgivable Curses (Harry Potter), Potions, Spells & Enchantments, Auror Harry Potter, Unspeakable Draco Malfoy, Arrests, Duelling, Corrupt System, slytherin friendships, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Order of the Phoenix (Harry Potter), Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, House Elves, Blood and Injury, Scars, Oblivious Harry Potter, patient draco malfoy, Abuse of Authority, Abuse of Auror Authority, Corruption, Law Enforcement Corruption, Ministry of Magic Corruption, Breaking and Entering, Drinking, Drinking to Cope, Lies, Manipulation, Veritaserum, Memory Charm | Obliviate (Harry Potter), Interrogation, Battle, Murder, Supremacist Group Murder of a Black Character followed by Government Cover-Up, H/D Erised 2020, Ministry of Magic (Harry Potter), Case Fic, Conspiracy, safe houses, Minor Seamus Finnigan/Dean Thomas, Love Confessions, Auror Ron Weasley, Patronus Charm (Harry Potter), Friendship Summary: Darkness returns to the Wizarding World. People disappear without a trace, and all they leave behind are rumours. When the Aurors are tasked with arresting innocent witches and wizards, Harry once again takes it upon himself to fight against the evil infiltrating the Ministry. But this time he isn't alone. And one of his friends is especially determined not to let him die a second time. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 It's Joggers Season (or so the Muggles say) by carpemermaid Rated: Explicit Words: 10160 Tags: Romance, Joggers, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Pining, Falling In Love, Growing Up, Person of Color Harry Potter, Studying, working together, Banter, Patronus, Bets & Wagers, Sharing Clothes, Hung Harry Potter, First Time, Sexual Inexperience, POV Draco Malfoy, Post-War, Redeemed Draco Malfoy, HP: EWE, Wandless Magic, Fluff and Humor Summary: Everything about Draco’s life since May has been one bloody long exercise in subverting everything he’s known, that’s expected of him, in an effort to get as far away from the mistakes he’s made—the wrong choices he was forced into. He’s returned to Hogwarts to take his N.E.W.T.s and everything is different—namely, Harry Potter strutting around in clingy joggers that Draco can’t get off his mind. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Promise of Summer by Omi_Ohmy Rated: Mature Words: 66713 Tags: Post-Second War with Voldemort, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Hogwarts, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Minor Lavender Brown/Parvati Patil, Lack of Appetite Due to Stress, Studying, Exams, fire damage, Post-War Trauma, Scars, Injury, facial injury, Fade to Black, Slow Burn, Fire, Room of Requirement, Healing, Bubble Bath, Bisexual Harry Potter, Self-Discovery, Coming of Age, Coming Out, Friendship, marbles, Toast, Transformation, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Grief/Mourning, Sexual Identity, H/D Erised 2019, POV Harry Potter, Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Sentient Hogwarts, Rebuilding Hogwarts, Apologies, Hogwarts Prefects' Bathroom, Transfiguration (Harry Potter), Patronus, Kissing, Frottage, Coming In Pants, Gay Draco Malfoy Summary: How was Harry supposed to know that coming back for eighth year would be so confusing? Everything is the same, and yet not the same. And nowhere is this more obvious than with Draco Malfoy. Harry finds himself once more watching and following Malfoy, trying to work him out. When they are drawn together to heal the castle, Harry doesn’t just find Malfoy - he also finds himself. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Love-Lines crossing by acGranger Rated: General Audiences Words: 4573 Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Divination, Palm Reading, Amortentia, Patronus Charm (Harry Potter), Fluff, Getting Together Summary: One Divination lesson is all it takes for Harry to become obsessed with Draco Malfoy all over again. When he notices that the Slytherin can’t produce a Patronus, Harry decides to help him, only to keep tabs on him of course. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 We Are One by orpheous87 Rated: Mature Words: 80748 Tags: Accidental Bonding, Humor, Fluff, Angst, Auror Harry Potter, Drarropoly: A Drarry Game/Fest, Slow Burn, Bonding, Magical Bond, Pureblood Culture (Harry Potter), POV Alternating, First Kiss, traumatic memories, Complete Summary: Harry and Draco haven't seen each other for two years, then suddenly they're thrust together in bizarre circumstances. Determined to make the best of a bad situation, they get on with their new way of life. Eventually, they realise that this might not be so bad. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Show Me by loveglowsinthedark Rated: Mature Words: 7355 Tags: eighth year, Patronus, Getting Together, Awkward Flirting, THEY'RE DORKS, Fluff, Harry Teaches Draco to Cast a Patronus, And like, other cute stuff happens, Gift Fic, background Ginsy Summary: “We can be friends, if you like,” he says instead, nonchalant and careless. “What I’d like,” Potter says seriously, “is to kiss you.” Draco feels his jaw drop, feels the way his hair tumbles into his eyes when he whips around to stare at Potter. “What?” he breathes. “I think I’d like to kiss you,” Potter repeats sombrely, no hint of mirth evident. “You think?” Draco says steadily, proud of himself for holding himself together. Potter’s eyebrows slide up briefly but then Draco can’t think or act or speak or breathe because Potter is leaning in and cupping his cheek gently. “I know,” Potter says simply, and kisses Draco. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Expecto Patronum by Magicaltally Rated: General Audiences Words: 1432 Tags: Cute, Romance, Fluffy, Like, super fluffy, and cute, maybe? - Freeform, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Drarry, Oneshot, One Shot, Short, but not really, Love, Sweet, Patronus, Harry is a Little Shit, draco is frustrated, Happy, can be funny at times Summary: Draco is struggling to find a happy memory to produce a patronus, and Harry steps in to help. -Slash- my attempt at a fluffy oneshot! ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Potter-Malfoy School of Patronus Licensing and Identification by AhaMarimbas Rated: Teen And Up Words: 1849 Tags: Original Character(s), Patronus, working together, Draco hates his job, Draco also likes to swear Summary: The Potter-Malfoy School of Patronus Licensing and Identification Unit 69 B, 303 Diagon Alley Open Monday to Saturday, 8am to 4pm Please floo for all queries or to schedule private instruction. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Til Death, Never May We Part by carpemermaid Rated: Mature Words: 5150 Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Injury, Near Death Experiences, Dementors, Patronus, Romance, Drama, HP: EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Post-War, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: This was meant to be their wedding day and here they are, both dying at the hands of Dementors. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 When I Put My Eyes On You by Zzzara Rated: Explicit Words: 31160 Tags: Blindness, Blind Character, Blind Harry Potter, Disability, Physical Disability, Disabled Character, Slow Burn, Falling In Love, Love, Idiots in Love, Love Confessions, Dorks in Love, Friendship/Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Requited Unrequited Love, Hogwarts, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Amortentia, Potions, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt, Emotions, Emotional, Emotional Roller Coaster, Pining, Pining Harry Potter, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Developing Friendships, Romantic Friendship, Best Friends, Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter Friendship, POV Harry Potter, Patronus, Spells & Enchantments, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Angst and Romance, Jealousy, Jealous Harry Potter, Male Friendship, Male-Female Friendship, Spin the Bottle, Halloween, Party, Party Games, Mistletoe, Kissing, Surprise Kissing, Boys Kissing, Rough Kissing, Drunken Kissing, Gentle Kissing, Boys In Love, Drinking, Drunken Shenanigans, Drunkenness, First Time, Explicit Sexual Content, Sex, Gay Sex, Hand Jobs, Emotional Sex, Awkward First Times, Sleeping Together, Literal Sleeping Together, Dancing, Showers, Masturbation in Shower, Sexual Fantasy, Sexual Tension, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Dreams, Fantasizing, Desire, Self-Esteem Issues, Substance Abuse, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, Lights Camera Drarry 2020, Lights Camera Drarry, LCDrarry, LCD - Freeform, The Way he looks, film inspired, Self-Prompt, Healing Summary: When a hero defeats a villain, there's supposed to be a happily-ever-after... but when did anything ever happen to Harry Potter the way it was supposed to? Having sacrificed himself to the greater good, Harry is left alone in the darkness, blindly groping for the shreds of the life he knew. When the enemies meet, how is the story supposed to go, once they learn there's more to it than the eye can see? A story of pain, hope and things we discover, once we stop looking for them with our eyes. ❤️ Read on AO3

#patronus #patronus charm #drarry #drarry recs #game of drarry #wizards hearts #wh masterlist

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ibelonginthepast · 3 years

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okay I need your klance fic recs(i feel like you have really good taste)(i mean your icon is literally THE keith of course you have god tier taste)

okay so the thing is.. that when i say am kinda messed up and disgusting sometimes... and becoming a madwoman... am not over exaggerating or saying it in a funky way.. i actually am getting like that .. and that's how i got into the klance fandom initially. i project through lance and read really langsty fics.. and they are messed messed with like violent nsfw, gore, horror, serious mental health issues etc? so if u want those... i'll only send them if u want?

yeah tho i entered with this thingy that klance is gonna be like my guilty pleasure or some shit but them i inevitably fell in love with some GORGEOUS fanfictions out there and KEITH KOGANE in all shapes sizes genders and ages so lol...

but they aren't flowery. that's just not my taste. Some of them might be "problematic"? it's in quotes because i don't agree with it. it's not going to be problematic in plain ignorant sense like racial issues or blatant sexism or mental abuse.... but they might have like stuff which people dont always agree with like drugs. most of them would have nsfw it's just something that i need to have for feels and that's why i asked if u minded it. some things are like more subjective,, characterizations for example, cause like some people dont think keith is a skirt guy cause he isnt in fashion but i think he is petty and rebellious so he will defo do that? some of them would have like physical fights and stuff.. or keith and lance being mean to each other.. some ugly habits which aren't necessarily condemned like anger or drugs.? but with how i see it, it's not glorified, so i see them as human. i love the raw and ugly in these or idk its just human to me (but some people dont like which is completely valid cause we are all different from different environments and think different and resonate with different stuff.)

wait addition: i think some of them will have sexist themes? which i have complained about a lot before. i dont know why authors feel the need to somehow put women down to show how a mlm relationship without any women is superior or some shit it's annoying as fuck i hate it. i dont think i would have any especially sexist fics here, but there might be some with lowkey themes and bad handling of those issues. some of them mau have that subtext of disgusting heteronormative standards, but in subtext uk like bottom lance having a small waist and being giggly and all in contrast to big bulk keith.

here are some that i had bookmarked... but i may remember some more and then send them to u and or add them here...

a heads up.. i dont remember all of them very well. its been a while and i read fanfictions A LOT so yeah.. incase one slips up here which isnt very good am sorry dont judge me

the bold ones are the ones u should really check out if our taste is similar.

to begin with plain f l u f f,, my first klance bookmark was How Could I Say No? by Padfoots_Pawprint. tws for violence, bullying, injury BUT it's not actually gory or something like that it's just keith being keith and getting hurt and lance helping my boi like he should. it made me feeeeeeeel ksksk

this was one that kinda really touched me,, Wasted youth, Cryptids, and Waterboys by Baea THIS HAS EXPLICIT NSFW in it, the first chapter kicks off with it.. its a good fuck buddies to lovers in my opinion.. i love the writing style, the choice of how it's just a couple entries of random days in their lives. i love keith's characterization.. he is a hobo and a conspiracy nerd.. i love how down for him lance is, very dedicated. i love their growth.. i love how they help each other grow,, and it's so like real and usual day to day and human and down to earth idk how else to express it. this is INCOMPLETE. it's 12 chapters and discontinued as of now,, but it's not a deadly cliffhanger

similar in style and approach to the above. tho i think here is where it gets dubious. Easy, Tiger. by @/WhatTheBodyGraspsNot ... this is INCOMPLETE too and as of now discontinued. this has that sorta murky vibe with it's drug usage, them being teenagers in school and engaging in stuff like this, bad boy keith and all. this has nsfw too. i just remember really liking it and its very raw and unfiltered. tho it's incomplete it's not an open ending for now.

okay so i am restarting this but am upset as fuck that it all got deleted so i am gonna be lazy and not put as much effort as i did.

i have also Crowd Pleaser bookmarked by the same author,, this one's complete and it has some serious issues around gaslighting if i remember correctly... i really liked it then. keith is literally an angel here, i want to kidnap him and marry him literally. the s h w ee t e s t shit ,, and i like how lance gives him all the support and space to get his shit together

Drummer boy by klancekorner,, i think it's similar to the prev one, but lance's pov(which is what i prefer ngl). this authors fanfics are all just wholesome. i had put links to all their fics before, but imma now just say that u should go and check all their fics out. i have them all bookmarked, i must have seen something in them (can't remember what now tho and i cant be bothered to skim through them like last time *rolls eyes*)

War of hearts? idk why honestly, just ik keira has made me gay, and lesbian rejection angst? garrison? yes :) it's incomplete, conveniently left at the point where lance's heart is broken lol

Fuck buddies with benefits. THE NAME IS BAD I KNOW but i just love the idea of a dedicated mess of a keith and lance taking care of him. that's it that's the fic if i remember correctly. oh wait yeah u might think keith is not treating lance right, but i think it's fine if lance is treated a bit stupid. this is a bit too sex driven tho i dont like it but just SLEEPDEPRIVED KEITH TO TAKE CARE OF IMMA SIGN UP (ik this maybe coming off toxic but lol look at me)

Rambling: THIS WAS ME.

Last Defense: TW SUICIDE this is literally the langst i have for canon lance

I want something else: bad boy keith can break my limbs and cut my face and i will thank him

A thank you would be nice: keira damn

game-set-match: b a d b o y

I swear to go the devil made me do it: my typically fav trop, hardcore pining lance, literally perfect angsty keith. very similar to the top ones ig? idk also this one is one of my comparatively recent sane bookmarks so that's something. it starts off weird, u think it gon be subtly sexist but it turns out better so hold on

you've got me locked up: i think it's delinquent keith,, its floofy

Dad lance and tattoo artist keith: the name says it

damn while going through my bookmarks i realized that there are a lot of things i never bookmarked? i am pretty sure i loved a lot of long fanfictions, flower shop aus and tattoo artists shit wtf-

wait here's one, it's not complete: Blood jumps in the sun: it's very heavy has a lot of growth and kinda wholesome,, tags and summary will give u an idea what u getting in.

The lessons we learned: can't remember much other than florist keith, sad keith, smart keith, really long, pining

damn i think i have a lot of happy ones i didn't bookmark cause my brain was like u dont deserve the serotonin :( i'll add if i have more)

some actually angsty, detailed nsfw and messy (according to the way u interpret these) ones... lemoninagin.. they have some very detailed and explicit nsfw stuff but i am not there for it. some of it has the kind of angst i like? an actual one that i love and they recently posted and the reason am putting them here is infinitesimal. best friends to lovers and tho usually it's not my cup of tea.. it's a character study, an interpretation of klance in a modern world i dare say,, which is very similar to mine. the thing about them is that i like their characterization a lot, and in no love in this, i like what kind of background stories they give to klance in their aus. i haven't read many by them, so if u want u can check them out.

i just realized i have put some lowkey sad/fucked fics here... i did remove 5 rn... i hope its all good damn why am i doing this i feel like am putting myself naked out there when i recommend my favs

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9/12/20 - Is Dean canonically bisexual? That’s a fun question (it depends on where you live, I suppose). Anyway, nothing is stopping you from reading these beautiful fics involving a very bi main character.

Tabula Rasa by Dangerousnotbroken on AO3. (78,340 words).

Tags: Writer!Castiel, Bartender!Dean, Past Relationship, Magic, Canon Typical Violence, Mentions of Alcoholism, Mentions of Past Child Neglect, Mental Illness, Witches, Ghosts, Bisexual Dean, Bisexual Castiel, Angst, Slow Burn, Memory Loss.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Once upon a time, Castiel Novak had everything. He had a happy home life, a full scholarship, and, if he played his cards right, a promising journalism career. And on top of all of that, he had Dean. Then tragedy struck, as it tends to do, and Castiel lost everything. At thirty six, he’s got none of those things. He’s got no family to speak of. He’s got a job investigating purportedly true tales of the supernatural for a magazine no one reads. And worst of all he hasn’t seen Dean in nearly twenty years. So when research for an article turns him on to a witch who apparently grants wishes in exchange for stories, Castiel figures it’s worth the risk. If making a deal with a witch can get him Dean back, what has he got to lose?

Notes: This was absolutely amazing; written beautifully, with a fantastic plot.

Take You To The Country by almaasi on AO3. (18,987 words).

Tags: Historical AU, Propositions, Eloping, Newspapers, Fluff, Forbidden Love, Misunderstandings, Pining, First Kiss, Established Relationship, Running Away Together, Moving In Together, Childhood Friends, Marriage Proposal, Businessman Dean, Farmer Dean, Emotional Dean, Bisexual Dean, Domestic Dean Winchester, Clockmaker Castiel, Autistic Castiel, Frustrated Sam.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: A Dean/Cas 1950s AU. Dean reads an elopement proposal in the town's local newspaper, written by some old soul in love with their best friend. He's mid-way through expressing to his brother how beautiful he finds it when Dean realises the proposal is for him.

Notes: I love Sam’s subsequent letters to the newspapers at the end, it was just a really good idea done really well.

A Little Slice Of Heaven by onamelancholyhill on AO3. (112,265 words).

Tags: Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, Falling in Love, POV Dean Winchester, POV Third Person, POV Castiel, Bakery and Coffee Shop AU, Episode: s4e17 It’s a Terrible Life, Alternate Universe - Human, Explicit Sexual Content, Bisexual Dean, Idiots in Love.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Jim Morrison once said, “The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are.” That was Castiel Novak’s motto in life, and the reason why he accepted his grandmother's inheritance and took the responsibility it implied. Dean Winchester, a remarkable accountant at Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc., however, had other priorities. He lived to serve, hidden in a mask that didn’t allow him to be honest with himself, but lonesome and boring. When destiny made their paths cross, in a less than promising way, with Dean as the instigator and Castiel as his victim, Dean’s mind started wandering, in between pies and cakes, coffees and muffins... What if Mr. Morrison was right? After all, as the guy used to say, "there can’t be any large-scale revolution, until there’s a personal revolution first."

Notes: This was so cute and I adored the plot! It’s making me want to rewatch It’s A Terrible Life but I’ll live.

Just Like You by imherecauseimnotallthere98 on AO3. (35,717 words).

Tags: Homophobia, Homophobic John, Hurt Dean Winchester, Protective Dean Winchester, Established Relationship, Protective Castiel, BAMF Castiel, Protective Sam Winchester, Angry John, Angry Dean Winchester, Angry Sam Winchester, Protective Bobby Singer, Awesome Bobby, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Scared Dean, John Being an Asshole, Swearing, Bisexual Dean, Pansexual Castiel, Past Child Abuse, Accidental Outing, Death Threats, Fluff and Angst, Implied Sexual Content, Sharing a Bed.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: When John shows up at their door in the middle of the night, the Winchesters and Cas start looking into who or what could have brought him back. Meanwhile, Dean struggles to keep his relationship with Cas a secret from his father, with some help from Sam. The tension rises between the Winchesters as Dean shows John that he is no longer the obedient little soldier he once was, and tries to establish himself as an equal with his dad.

Notes: Bobby and Sam are icons in this and should have followed through on their threats. That will be all.

Walk Through Fire For You by purple_charlie on AO3. (2,332 words).

Tags: John Winchester’s A+ Parenting, Angst, Pride, Marijuana Use, Polyamory, Gay Cas, Bisexual Dean, Bisexual Gabriel, Everyone is Queer.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Boyfriend. The word still feels foreign in Dean’s mouth, still brings back echoes of John Winchester’s thinly-veiled (if even that) homophobia. "Man up, don’t be a sissy, I didn’t raise a fairy". It’s a swollen blister in the back of Dean’s mind, throbbing with pain whenever a stranger’s eyes linger too long on Cas’ hand in his, whenever a waitress double-takes at how close they sit in diner booths. But here, dirty dancing with Cas in a warehouse full of other queer folks, Dean wants to shout from the rooftops- I’m Dean Winchester, I drive the baddest car in town, I lift heavy things for a living, and this is my boyfriend.

Notes: This was so sweet it nearly made me start crying - Cas deserved to be told that he was loved!

Bottom’s Up by mnwood on AO3. (28,103 words).

Tags: Fluff and Crack, Wing Kink, Domestic, Smut, Bisexual Dean, Resolved Sexual Tension, Established Relationship, Wedding Planning, Partying, Weddings.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Sam could’ve kissed them both when he got to the bunker one day to find a string of clothing (his heart nearly burst with hope when he saw the abandoned flannel and trench coat) leading to a very naked pile of limbs tangled on the couch. Just kidding. Of course it wasn’t the couch. Sam always imagined it as the couch because the fact that he actually found them on the dining room table had tainted the happiness of the memory.

Notes: Jesus, I did not need that level of detail into Dean and Cas’ sex life (but it was very funny).

Stories Are Made Of Mistakes by wildhoneypie on AO3. (4,942 words).

Tags: Human Castiel, Diners, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Bisexual Dean, Sharing a Bed, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Case Fic, Domestic, Didn’t Know They Were Dating.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: In which Cas is human and doesn’t understand basic concepts like: clothing, Mythbusters, moisturizer, and Greek food. Dean is…Dean and doesn’t understand basic concepts like: boyfriends, language, how to tell your friend that he’s a walking miracle, and when not to quip.

Notes: This was so cute and I live for human Cas. I also love the recurring ‘no fucking quipping’ joke in this, although the idea of Cas swearing broke me a bit!

And this one, which has no Destiel content but a very bi Dean:

Uniform of a Winchester by monsterfuckerdean on AO3. (20,591 words).

Tags: Canon Compliant, Missing Scene, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Bad Parent John Winchester, Young Sam Winchester, Young Dean Winchester, Pre-Season 1, Episode: s5e2 Free to Be You and Me, Angst and Feels, Queer Themes, Character Study, Diners, Sibling Love, Family, Friendship, HBO SPN.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: We all know the story of the amulet Dean wears around his neck. But what about everything else he wears?

Notes: Okay, I have to admit that I am loving the HBO SPN vibes even though I am fully aware that if it was a real show I wouldn’t watch it. This is so good though, and the writing is gorgeous!

My friend came out to me as bisexual this week, and paired with the mess that is the Spanish dub, I thought this would be nice as a little reminder that it doesn’t matter how the show ended, because the fans will always be here and we will always be supportive. Anyway, enjoy!

#bisexual #bisexual dean winchester #supernatural #spn family #fic recs #fanfic #none of this was on my 2020 bingo card #destiel #sabriel

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