#VERSE. ( the expanse. au. )

[gravesung]

tag drop for things and stuff.

[factiousfcrged]

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❛ I’m getting tired of hearing that. ❜

"I mean -- I can stop saying it if it'll make you feel better, but that ain't gonna magically make the shit stop hitting the fan," Amos replied, glancing down towards the U.N. diplomat -- or senator or -- he wasn't sure what her actual title was -- that Chrissie had asked to 'check up' on Holden and the rest of the crew of the Roci. What that meant, was anybody's guess. "Right now, everything's a waiting game so until someone makes a call or something else blows up, there's not a lot any of us can do about it." A vague wave of a hand towards Tycho station that waited outside of the docking bay that held the Roci. "So I'd suggest you go ... get laid, get loaded, go shopping, whatever it is that tickles your particular fancies, cause otherwise time's just gonna crawl by, I promise you that much."

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“People whose lives you’ve saved are suddenly saying we should hand you over.“

Bobbie found herself bristling at the senator's all too accurate and concise summary of the reports that Chrisjen had fed onto the monitors in her offices -- mostly consisting of the threats of prosecution for treason and dereliction of duty, padded with a lot of grandstanding and bluster. While there was a nugget of truth to the accusations the MCRN wanted to levy against her, the only reason that she had stepped across the line into Earth's embassy was because the government and the military that she'd spent the majority of her life sweating and bleeding for had wanted her to lie to cover up the truth of what had happened on Ganymede, for reasons she still didn't understand. And when she'd refused, they'd tried to gaslight her into believing she hadn't seen what she knew she had.

Decades of her life, busting her ass for them, risking her life for them, watching her squad mates be ripped apart like tissue paper and they wanted to trot her out in front of the entire galaxy as a trophy martyr? As a traitor, because the U.N. and the rest of the galaxy needed to know what was out there, that there was something alien and dangerous and ruthless, and deadly --- She could feel the anxiety trickling up her throat, an acid, frigid sting, and she took in a ragged breath, an irritated glare shot up at the petite senator from where she sat. She was still practically eye level with the woman. That gave her some small amount of smug satisfaction. "Yes. Thank you, for pointing out the obvious, in case it had somehow slipped my attention." The remark was sarcastic, and clipped, but not as angry and feral as it had almost been... she didn't think that counted for much. "It's clear they'll do whatever they can to discredit me, to discredit my reports on what happened -- it would make me feel a whole fucking lot better if I knew why."

[unityfcrged]

@valiantsword gets a starter.

"I would apologize for the accommodations," Chrisjen said with an irritated flap at the hotel room they were meeting in - no tell motel would've been too polite a descriptor, in her opinion. "If I thought you gave a flying fuck."

Dark eyes gave the surroundings one more annoyed once over before her focus pulled back to Arthur. "Should either of us currently be under surveillance, it seems that 'old woman sows belated wild oats with virile consort' sits better with voters than 'under secretary commits corporate espionage'."

[p4thfindr]

tag dump .

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. star wars au . › resist .

. the expanse au . › beyond the stars .

. mass effect au . › blue worlds .

[lcstkey]

Dawntrail Information

Selena had exhausted her leads for her research into the keyblade and its possible connection with dynamis. The studies on dynamis, even after the End of Days, were already sparse. There isn't any research that existed on the keyblade, being the first of its kind on Eitherys, in Old Sharlayan either.

Over several weeks and many late nights in one of the nap rooms, she poured over the records numerous times, hoping to find something she missed and found nothing that wasn't already deduced. She found herself stumped and at a dead end and in a much need of a break.

Planning to return the borrowed reports and materials, Selena headed to the Baldesion Annex only to learn that Krile, the Warrior of Light, and the Levellieur twins had already left for Tural to act as support for the Third Promise, Wuk Lamat, for the Dawnservant's rite of succession.

Deciding that adventure is what she needs, the keybearer found herself inspired to book passage to Tural from Old Sharlayan and roam in Tuliyollal as an adventurer. She kept tabs on their adventures while have some adventures of her own, and silently cheered them on in the background. Selena never intended to step forward and make her presence known until after the contest ended.

When the mysterious assault against Tuliyollal occurred, Selena immediately stepped up to assist and defend Tuliyollal against the automated soldiers as a keybearer and assisted with rendering aid. She will also stay behind to defend Tuliyollal. [ The Sound of War ]

Believing that the keyblade's power is needed, Selena will also assist in researching the gate to the golden city. However, the keyblade fails to unlock the gate which does lead her to theorize that the lock is related to a bloodline similar to that of the Crystal Tower.

During the second assault, in using her full strength as a reaper utilizing Sonnelion's power to defend Tuliyollal, Selena will not be recognized and mistaken for a monster that will be seen as a threat by the Landsguard. The adventurer will be otherwise left alone because she was fighting and taking down the mechanical soldiers at the time. Mayhap they thought it a bad idea to get in her way. [ The Sound of War ]

But, Selena will unknowingly end up with a bounty on her head after the second assault ended.

After that, she returned to Tuliyollal to help rebuild the city then later honored the fallen and celebrated the Dawnservants' victory with the city. With the rites and threat having passed, the adventurer is free to wander Tural on her own.

[factiousfcrged]

A hand is held up over the glass, scrutinizing the size of his hand to the instrument inside, a small snort of amusement as he examined the difference. He might be able to take apart and put back together any part of any ship while in a grav suit, sure, but those parts were made to be durable, and weren't generally made of thin panels of dead tree. He guessed it wouldn't take long at all for him to bust up something as delicate and pretty just by handling it. Reason ... whatever number, that he stayed far away from certain skill sets. His attention shifts back to Desi as he speaks, watching him dig up the metal bend - he could see the similarities between the versions, but that still didn't mean he had the first clue what to do with them.

Desi did, though. He could tell that much even without a single note being plucked. Or ... vibrated. The way his eyes softened, and lit up, the way his fingers trailed over the bits of the instrument - tender, familiar, the way some might treat an old lover, he imagined. The way his voice grew warmer, the way the tension eased in his shoulders and spine. "Guitar I've seen," he said, though it felt like a dismal kind of contribution to the conversation. "I used to know somebody that played, but they weren't all that good at it."

A half stilted shrug. "Whatever's on, mostly." He closed the distance between them, dropping his weight onto the back of the couch next to Desi, a hand reaching out to run a finger along the strings of the modern day version of the violin he held. "Me, I usually just listen to technical manuals when I'm in the shop on the Roci." He didn't seem embarrassed by the fact, it was, just an answer to a question posed. "Can still get my work done, not just sit on my hands. I can usually visualize pretty good while I'm listening, so." Not that he didn't go back and check out the schematics after, to make sure he'd gotten it all right in his head, but.

unfortunately for desi’s pride it took the length of several store fronts until he was steady on his feet again. otherwise, the rest of the distance to his apartment was a pleasant walk. his mind was too fuzzy and too focused on what had happened between them to be much of a conversationalist but he did manage a few teasing touches against amos’s hand without ever truly grasping. part of him wanted to, though. what would it be like to walk with someone like that again? could he ever be comfortable enough with another person’s presence to let down the walls far enough to allow that to happen? honestly, he’d brushed off the possibility a few years after he’d found freedom. nothing helped how broken he felt. emotions didn’t touch him quite how they used to. most days he felt like a robot playing human.

not against that wall, though. pieces of him rose from the depths to reach out to amos that he thought long dead. things ignited within him he usually had to pretend at. desi found himself terrified at the prospect but reminded himself that none of this had to go beyond the evening.

his suite was on the larger side this particular section had to offer. it was on the edge of where he’d wanted to live but also the first place to become available. easily within walking distance to the gallery, one of the security offices, while also having easy access to a number of restaurants, bars, and brothels his clientele felt most comfortable meeting at. besides, he spent most of his time sleeping in the office, anyway.

both glass and wine bottle go on the small kitchen table that holds a paper copy of shakespeare’s hamlet. one sip later, desiderius pulls the sweater up and over his head. the fabric is loosely folded and set next to the book. a chill vibrates down his spine from the exposure to the cooler temperature but it doesn’t distract him from the question. he looks up to see amos looking at the only case on the wall.

“ violin, ” he takes another sip of wine before walking over to rest his fingers to the glass. “ you use the bow next to it to glide over the strings and the vibrations make sound depending on where you put your fingers. this one’s a little over two hundred years old and probably my biggest indulgence. ” a second of silence is taken to relive the memory of the sale. nothing exciting but holding it in his hand for the first time was an experience he’d never forget. “ and yes, actually. not this one. i have… ” blue eyes scan the immediate area until they land on a valley in one of the more plush couch pillows. several steps close the distance and he picks up a clear resin version that looks nothing like that’s on the wall. it’s nothing more than an ’ s ’ outline of sorts with a hollow middle. the chin rest is thin and raised from the rest of the instrument by a squat little peg.

“ i also play chello, which is a bigger version of this but you don’t put it under your chin. it’s big enough to stand on the floor. you sit behind it and play that way. then, sometimes, i mess around with a guitar. that’s the same basic shape but the size is in the middle and all you use is your fingers to pluck the strings. ” talking about music always put him into something of a haze. it set his soul alight and managed to be the only thing that still touched him. temptation had him holding on to the violin as if ready to caress it. if the memory of the walk over wasn’t so fresh in his mind he’d stand there and play for a few minutes. but that was more of his soul than anyone had seen in a long time.

“ most of the art on the wall is from artists coming through the station. two are from parents whose kids i’ve helped as gratitude. not much but it’s home. more home than anywhere else has ever been. ” desi leans against the back of the couch he’d just picked the violin off of. “ what do you listen to? ”

[bethanysnow]

★Yandere!Hyunjin x Fem! Reader.★

---slow burn, obsession, College AU!, pinning, eventual stalker, Fluff/eventual smut????/there is a sprinkle of angst. ---

4.4k wrds. CHAPTER TWO, CHAPTER ONE

------------------------------------------------------------------------------Thank you again to @7ndipity for being my favorite co author ever.

Tag List: Open

@kaciidubs @itsseohannbin @ldysmfrst @frenchkisstheabyss @daydreams-after-dark @ramadiiiisme @eastjonowhere @luvjini @beewilko

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Hyunjin sat in his usual corner of the stage, watching as the others milled about excitedly, busy with their individual roles. Or rather, watching just one person.

Y/n was too busy taking measurements for Chan's suit to notice his eyes following her every move. The way her lips pressed into a thin line as she focused, the slight furrow of her brow, The carefully delicate movements of her fingers along the fabric-

“Hey, Look at you, all cleaned up today!” Changbin’s booming voice shook him from his trance, looking around just in time to see his roommate coming over to slump unceremoniously to the ground next to him. 

Hyunjin was startled out of his visions, looking to the intrusion- pardon me- best friend who spoke. “Huh? Oh- yea! Uh, thought, maybe, I should get it together I guess.” Hyunjin shrugged trying to be casual about the situation. “And, thank you for dragging me here. I genuinely am having a good time” the man smiled shyly. Changbin was beside himself with pride. 

“Of course! I care about you, and I know the breakup was harsh, but-” Binnie mulled over his words carefully “-I am glad you are here too.” slapping his hand on Hyunjins shoulder only to get up and replace where Chan had been earlier. 

As if planned out, Chan made his way over to sit next to Hyunjin.

“So, have you thought about what song you’re going to audition with?” He asked, leaning back on his hands.

“Ehh. not really, I’m not exactly well versed in musicals.” Hyunjin replied, eyes slipping back to Y/n every now and then as he spoke.

“If you want, I can give you some suggestions that would fit your voice,” Chan offered. “Though you’re pretty good at singing already, so it shouldn’t be too big of a deal for you.” 

“I guess,” Hyunjin shrugged self-consciously. Chan had been trying to get Hyunjin to join his band ever since freshmen year, but Hyunjin had always found an excuse to dodge out of it. Now that they were working on the musical together, Chan was finally getting his way and getting to work with Hyune on music. “Thanks, hyung.”  

“Of course, happy to help!” The elder said happily, pushing back to his feet and wandering over to break up an argument between Minho and Jisung before they got too loud.

“Hey, Hyunjin?” His head whipped around at the sound of his name, zeroing in on the owner of the voice instantly.

“Could I get your measurements? For the costumes.” She said, feeling the need to clarify, even though he’d been here all afternoon as she’d done the same for the rest of the cast.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” He replied, quickly getting to his feet and coming over to her.

He bit his lip, feeling his heartbeat quicken as she stepped up behind him, drawing the tape measure across the expanse between his shoulders.

He let his eyes fall shut, trying not to get carried away by such a simple, completely innocent action- “oh god, why does she smell so good?”

The past two weeks of rehearsals had been a complicated whirlwind of emotions for Hyunjin. There had been the nerves and anxiety of learning the almost completely unknown medium of musical theatre, the familiar stress and comfort of being around his friends, but there had also been the growing - something he felt towards Y/n.  

He didn’t know if it was infatuation or just just an intense appreciation for the woman, but what he did know was that she was all he seemed able to focus on whenever she was around.

“So, just uh stand there please-” busy in her own thoughts, she bit down on the pencil between her teeth to grabbing the paper she was jotting down notes on. “You wearing lifts?”  looking at Hyunjin not caring if this would be taken as a compliment or insult. 

“Umm, yeah.” He answered quietly, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. “Just small ones though…”

“Listen- I don’t care if you are. I just need to know how tall you are.”

“181 centimeters.” He mumbled. Y/n nods writing it down, truly not giving a single fuck. Moving the tape measure around his body like vines that he wished to suffocate him. 

“Uh- so you know what part you want yet?” she asks making small talk noticing his eyes not leaving her frame since coming over. Slightly overthinking, does he not blink? Does he find her ugly? Is he uncomfortable?? “Turn around please?” Y/n asks in the most formal of Korean that she knows.

“Oh, sure.” He turned around quickly. “And no, I-I don’t know, I figured I’d just take whatever Seungmin suggested to me.” 

“Mmh- cool…” the tension building in the silence was intense. Just sticking to her job, Y/n didn’t make eye contact with the man next to her unless she had to. “Are you comfortable with no shirt? Like- for the production…I mean…In case you get casted as some of the main roles.” Blinking up at him briefly to check his answer on her paper. “If you get casted as Harker, Dracula, or one other part there is a lot of uh” Her hands go up to her chest making a pulling motion “- open torso” cringing at her own verbage. 

“Oh,” Hyunjin felt his face heat slightly at the question, trying to avert his eyes from where her hands lingered against her chest. “I-I guess so? Okay with it, I mean. I didn’t know that that was a thing in this production.”

“Well- it's Seungmin so probably given his uh- need to stick hands in places- But if you aren’t comfortable with it, I can get a modesty panel if you want. It looks just like a chest, is like this nylon material so it gives the illusion of being topless. That is also a option- a lot of girls get one if there is a sex scene.” Rattling on modesty options for Hyunjin trying to fill the space with something other than sparks. 

“Ahh, I… I think I’ll be okay. Without one, I mean.” Hyunjin said distractedly, hyper aware of all of her movements. “I don’t mind going shirtless.”

“Cool- uh do you have any questions for me? Also are you allergic to any fibers? Latex, cotton, polyester- legit anything even a mild scratchy thing I should know is important.” Keeping herself in ‘work mode’. 

“Not that I know of.” He replied, staring at her for a moment before speaking again. “Who- what role do you think I should audition for?”

She looked up. “Huh?” What was he asking her for?

“I mean, you seem to know a lot about all of this,” He explained quickly. “I don’t wanna waste everyone's time auditioning for someone if I don’t have a shot.”

Her head tilts, “um well you are friends with us right? Or them at least? You’ll probably get casted no matter what, but I dunno- you could audition and not get anyone. It really depends on how it goes. Sorry- I’m rambling. You should audition probably for whoever you want.” Y/n shrugs “-who knows it may surprise you.” smiling at him as she starts to roll up her measuring tape. 

“Yeah, it might…” He agreed, still staring down at her, watching the way her eyes danced around, avoiding his own. Why though? 

Her eyes flickered to his then back at her hands and the task she was attempting. “-Every guy goes after the main parts. Dracula, Van Helsing…” She notes something on her paper. “You know what voice part you are? If you like singing higher should go for dracula-” 

“I can sing higher, yeah… Do you think that would suit me?” He asked in spite of himself. Why was he so desperate to know what she wanted him to be?

“Uh- sure-? I’ve never heard you sing before so I can’t exactly give you a direct answer. Apologizes for not being super great help in this matter- uh…But if you don’t get casted I know Felix is always looking for a techie…” trying to give a positive spin on a unknown fate. Not completely sure why he is so adamant on her opinion, when Chan or Han would be better suited to this line of questioning. 

“I think I’ll try for Dracula then, and don’t be so harsh on yourself, you’ve been more help than you know.” He said earnestly, offering her a small grin, finding the faint bloom of color in her cheeks as she spoke charming.

She blinks at him for a moment, only to open her mouth wanting to speak and nothing come out. She pauses and gathers her notes and with a bow walks over to Seungmin keeping her head down trying to hide the faint colour growing into full bloom. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

Hyunjin watched her walk away wordlessly, the small grin on his face spreading into a full blown smile. ‘Fuck, she’s cute when she’s nervous’

Did he make her nervous? The thought made him feel a way that he hadn’t in a long time.

Maybe this production was a better idea than he thought, he mused to himself, at least if it meant that he got to see Y/n more.

“SOLAARRRR THE NEW GUY KEEPS LOOKING AT ME WEEIIIRD!!!” Y/n whined flopping back against the wall dramatically as her and her main female friends stayed in the light room to hide away from the main group of people. 

“You think every guy looks at you weird.” She teased, sitting next to her. 

“Cuz they do!!” Y/n stamps her foot going to sulk in a chair. “Not my fault I attract wackjobs-”

“Hey, I take offence to that.” Hwasa pipped up, earning a pointed look from Y/n.

“You’d think 3rd year in college that I’d have a plan for this but no- I don’t. Are yall gonna audition this year? I know Moony said no..”

“I don’t know, I might? I think Hwa said she would, right hon?”

“Mhm, I’m auditioning for Lucy.” Hwasa nodded from her perch on one of the spare chairs that’d been dragged into the room.

“OOOO You’d make a great Lucy- I can see it now- You in the dress she wears prancing about the stage~ Flirting with all the people making them all confused~” Y/n giggled. 

“That’s what she does already.” Wheein sniggered, dodging a slap on the arm from her friend. 

“Did you see we have a new girl? Ryujin?? I think is her name??” Y/n asked. “Do yall’ know her?” 

“She’s in my history class, but I don’t know her super well, we’ve only spoke a few times.” Solar said. “She seems nice enough.”

Y/n nods, taking her phone out, trying to ignore the dreamy sighs escaping from her four friends looking down onto the auditorium. “Who you gauking at now?” Solar and Wheein turn and smirk. “Whos that guy you measured last? Mh?? Seems real friendly with Chan…” Knowing Y/n had a late summer crush on one Bang Christopher Chan. 

“Oh hush- it's some new guy- Hwang Hyunjin?” 

“Mmh, he’s cute.” Wheein commented appreciatively, watching as the man in question sat talking with Felix and Jeongin.

“He’s the one that I was saying is acting weird!” Y/n said.

“Weird how?” Hwasa asked, coming over to get a look at the subject of their conversation. “Damn, he’s tall.”

“181 centimeters.” Y/n mumbled, remembering back to earlier. “He isn’t tall- he wears lifts….” not looking away from her phone. 

Hwasa and Moonbyul’s head whipped around to their friend, sharing a knowing glance. 

Y/n as bright and kind as she is, seemed rather put off by the new person in the space. This could only mean one thing. 

She likes him… 

“Oh really?” Moonbyul mused, coming to sit next to y/n again. “What else do you know about him?”

“Uh….I think he was sad or like, depressed? Came the first day like someone killed his dog and now uh-” Y/n leaned up to look through the window that looked down on the auditorium. “-Wears cologne and a couple seasons old versace.” 

“Mhm,” Solar nodded along, “What kind of cologne? Is it like rich grandpa cologne or frat boy?”

“What the fuck are you on about?” Hwasa asked.

“It says a lot about their personality!”

“I don’t know! I didn’t smell him you weirdo- he just wears cologne unlike some people who don’t have a obvious- why are we talking about this?! He’s just a guy! A weird guy that kept staring at me…” Unmistakabily watching the group of mens movements on the floor, Hyunjin talking to Chan and Jisung. The girls around her all had their own reactions, but one thing was true they could agree on- Y/n deserved a guy to look at her and maybe after some reconnaissance about who this Hyunjin was, he would be just the guy to do so. “Whats so special about him anyway…” Y/n mumbled to herself. 

~~

Meanwhile, Hyunjin sat contemplating the same thing down below on the stage, completely unaware of the observation he was under.

“So, what’s with y/n? She seems… nice” He asked Chan awkwardly, trying not to seem overly interested.

Chan looked up from his riffeling of papers. “Y/n? Yea! She is nice, really one of the people to get us together when we need a nudge.” Han rolled his eyes butting in, “More like a shove~ Mr. insomniac over here called her all summer when she went home to America so he wouldn’t be ‘lonely’”. Chan glared at Jisung but he continued anyway. “-She is from America, a Y/A/S (your astrology sign), Minho and Seungmin were in a class together with her a couple years ago and she was having a hard time. Got her to join theatre and we’ve been better for it.” 

Hyunjin nodded along, trying to ignore the twisting sensation he felt in his gut at Jisungs mention of Chan and her being so close. Were they something? He didn’t think so, Chan would’ve said something before now, he was never good at keeping things from the rest of the group. 

‘Wait, why do I care?’ Hyunjin blinked, trying to clear his head. What did it matter to him if she was seeing someone, she wasn’t anything to him, right?

“So you guys are close?” He heard himself asking. What the fuck?!

Chan sighed. “We are? But not dating- I always thought she was into women? To be honest? Which thats fine, whatever makes her happy. She just has this thing that makes her easy to talk to, I mean she is group mom for a reason. Call her when you get sick, you have some important homework to do…” Chan paused looking over Hyunjin, choosing his words carefully. “I didn’t think I was her type and I don’t think she’s mine? But I know…she might be yours~ Why do you wanna know about Y/n all of a sudden?” 

“Who said anything about types? I was just asking because everyone else seemed to know her.” Hyunjin said defensively, stifling down the faint surge of relief that he felt from Chan's words.

Chan nodded, choosing not to press too much on the subject, but he saw the glint in Hyunjin’s eye. He knew there was more to his question than he wanted to admit.

“I wanted to offer you some songs though-” Chan handed Hyunjin some music sheets. “No pressure, just some songs you could audition with if you wanted to. You don’t have to audition.” Letting a reassuring smile cress his face. Jisung looked up to the tech room window to see faces peeking out and he chuckled to himself. “What did you two talk about while she was getting your measurements? Her face was pink when she got up to talk to us~” the shorter male grinned at his own teasing. Unable to sit in a chair normally, he readjusted to crouch down on it very similar to his animal sake. 

“Um, not much, just stuff about the costumes… and what roles I might try out for.” Hyunjin responded, feeling his own face warm slightly. “Was her face pink? I didn’t notice.” liar.

“Mhm, and she’s not one to blush super easy, trust me I’ve tried. I wondered if you had flirted with her or something.” Jisung said, grinning at his friend.

“N-no, I didn’t do anything-”

“Han quit being an ass.” Chan caught the younger man by the back of his hoodie. “And I’d hardly call what you do flirting.”

“Hey, it got me Minho!” Jisung defended himself. 

“Like hell it did.” Minho happened to approach at that moment. “I went out with you in spite of your flirting game.”

Jisung gasped in faux offence with a pout in his lips that Minho kissed away. “Hey baby-” Was mumbled by the taller man only to address the group next “Why are we talking about Y/n? She okay?”

 It was Chans turn to roll his eyes “Hyunjin was asking about her and Han was being a dick-” 

Minho nodded “So- normal then?” 

“Yep” 

“Got it…If you wanna go out with Y/n-”

“Who said I wanted to go out with Y/n?!” Hyunjin exclaimed.

“If you did, you are barking up the wrong tree, she doesn’t date. At least not since she’s moved to Korea as far as I know.” Minho said nonchalantly leaning on the chair Han was on. “Now she could just be the best fucking liar I’ve ever seen, but-” he shrugged leaving what was unsaid, unsaid. 

A spark, like flint to steel, something happened inside Hyunjins chest. Something he couldn’t explain. His eyes fell to the music sheets Chan had given him. Letting all these thoughts run in his head over and over again.

Did he want to go out with y/n? Is that what had been swirling in his head for the past few weeks? It wasn’t implausible, she was pretty, really, really pretty actually, but all he knew was that there was something about her that seemed to continually draw him in, desiring to be closer to her, to know more about her.

“This has been- great…” Hyunjin smiled, showing his displeasure over his friends interrogation. “But, I have songs to practice!”

Raising the papers in the air as his ‘get out of jail free’ card. He knew they meant well, but it was almost intolerable seeing not only Chan maybe had something with a girl he might maybe be interested in, but the old married couple that was Han Jisung and Lee Minho. He had to get away. Find space for himself maybe, somewhere to sort out his thoughts. 

the stairwell 

It was perfect, a large window illuminated the upper floors, flooding the lower ones with light. It was quiet, calm, he often found himself seeking solace in the settling of the university from this shaft of ultraviolet light. Sneaking in he sat on a section of stair and truly looked at the papers in his hand. 

“Soul of a man,” he vaguely remembered hearing that one during a karaoke night with some of the guys after Chan had a few too many drinks.

“I’m bad news, a black a blues-er, what a loser, a merry-go-round spiralling down, I’m all used up, chaffed and chewed up, who’s just screwed up-” 

No. He flipped through a few more of the songs Chan had given him.

“Dancing through life,” He wasn’t familiar with that one but he skimmed the lyrics regardless.

“Dancing through life, skimming the surface, gliding where turf is smooth, life’s more painless for the brainless, why think too hard?-”

Nope. He let out a sigh, shaking his head slightly as he flipped through a few more pages, feeling more frustrated as he went. None of these were right, he either didn’t know them of they didn;t match his personality-

“Johanna,” He paused. He vaguely remembered this one. It was simple enough, the haunting lyrics a mix of sweet and ominous.

“I was half convinced I’d awaken, satisfied enough to dream you, happily I was mistaken, Johanna” 

His mind flickered back to his earlier conversation with Y/n, wondering which song she would choose for him.

A grating scrape against the floor stopped him, turning his attention to a door on the floor above him. The door to the stairwell opened and the sound of footsteps echoed into the space. 

“What the fuck Y/n…” 

it was her 

Hyunjin didn’t dare move, hardly daring to even breathe. 

After some silence he heard music start to play, and instead of a synthetic soundwave there was oxygen, strain, and emotion…

She was singing. Y/n was singing… 

“Why when you see boys fight does it look so horrible, yet feel so right? I shouldn't watch this crap, that's not who I am. But with this kid, daaaaammmnn~”

Y/n leaned against the wall sliding down. Letting herself have her kdrama moment in private. 

“Hey, mister no-name kid, so who might you be? And could you fight for me?”

She was left with his eyes burned into her retinas, into the back of her head. She sat and her body exhaled. She had to face her own feelings the way she knew how. By singing, and for just this once entertaining the idea that a handsome man might look at her in that way. 

“And hey, could you face the crowd…Could you be seen with me and still act proud?

Hey, could you hold my hand? And could you carry me through no man's land? It's fine if you don't agree, but I would fight for you if you would fight for meee…” 

Hyunjin was frozen still, absolutely awestruck by her. Her voice echoed through the stairwell, transforming it into her own personal theatre or cathedral with the power and emotion she conveyed through the lyrics. The light streaming through the windows above casted an almost ethereal glow around her where she sat, just barely still in his line of sight on the floor above. He swore he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life than her in this moment.

“Let them drive us underground I don't care how far..You can set my broken bones and I know CPR” 

“Well, whoa, you can punch real good you've lasted longer than I thought you would.

So hey, mister no-name kid if some night you're free, wanna fight for me?”

“If you're still alive….I would fight for you….If you would fight for mee!”

As the last notes faded away completely, they sat in shared silence for a long moment before she let out a sigh, slowly pushing  away from the wall and straightening up slowly before turning back towards the door she’d entered from.

The sound of the metal grating against itself snapped him out of his revere, jumping to his feet and practically flying up the stairs, catching hold of the door just before it closed behind her. 

He dove through the door and grabbed her arm and spun her around. Unable to catch his breath he couldn’t stop himself before words started to spill from his lips “I love you…I think? I can’t get you out of my head! You casted a spell on me and I am at your mercy…please never break it..I will be yours- have me. I’m yours…be mine- Y/n please- be mine I need you like I need air…you are everything to me.” 

SLAM!

He opened his eyes and he found himself sitting on the stair he had been when he came in. 

His heart ached and his hand rested on his chest above it. Hoping a pressure would aleve its pain. 

...that little dream was nice wasn’t it… 

....Her body must be so warm…wonder if she was singing about you…

A voice echoed in his mind. It was his, but it felt deeper, deeper than his mind. In his subconscious…his soul. 

...fight for me~...fight for her…~ she said it herself she would fight for you

Her voice rang in his ribcage like church bells. He shook his head, trying to shake the voice away. While it quieted down, he knew maybe it was right. He felt maybe it was right. But how to proceed with this realisation was the question.

Voices outside the door next to him finally shook him free from his trance, allowing him to scramble to his feet and up the stairs, following the same path from his dream, albeit much slower and unsteadily.

Tracing her footsteps through the door, he scoured his brain to come up with a plan. Should he say something to her? Of course he should, but what? Excuse me, I know we’ve only spoken a handful of times, but you’re the most remarkable creature I’ve ever bore witness to, may I please-?

“Hyunjin?” He blinked, coming face to face with the very subject of his dilemma, staring up at him with curious concern. “You okay? You look a little shaky.”

“I-I heard you singing.” He said, completely bypassing her question.

Her eyes went wide. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry you had to hear that, I didn’t think anyone was in there-”

“You’re amazing.” He breathed.

She froze, looking up at him in disbelief. “What?”

“You’re- you’re absolutely amazing, you sound like an angel.” He spilled out. “Why aren't you auditioning for the show if you can sing like that!?” 

“Uh…cuz I'm the lead costume designer? And I- uh..” She adjusted the bolts of fabric in her arms that only now Hyunjin noticed. “- listen, thank you for the…compliment? But uh I’m not auditioning.” 

His voice cracks into an octave he didn’t know he could reach “N-not?! Auditioning?!! You can audition- if Seungmin doesn’t cast you he is dumb. You sounded so beautiful Y/n.”

Her face blazed bright red as she started to back away from the slightly frantic man before her. “Sorry Hyunjin, Ihavethingstodomaybelater? Talkthen!” She rushed through a door to the upstairs storage of the auditorium, locking it behind her.

Hyunjin stared after her, completely deflated and dumbfounded.

How could she not audition? She would be perfect for the lead role of Mina.

Instantly, his mind conjured up images of her in a beautiful flowing gown, belting her heart out as he flanked her in the lead role of Dracula, slowly hypnotizing her, seducing her, pulling her close as the curtain fell, feeling her gorgeous body with his hands-

Another door slammed somewhere in the corridor, bringing him back to the present.

No no no, this wouldn’t do. He thought to himself. She has to audition, she HAS to be a part of the show.

He would find a way to convince her. Somehow…

[wbwlweekofficial]

All art courtesy of the amazing @arcturus-night-star <3

Welcome to WBWL week! If you know, you know, and if you don’t, you’re welcome to hang around or see yourself to the door!

 Wrong Boy Who Lived Week is a week about this beloved, self-explanatory little trope - the Boy Who Lived / The Prophecy Child being incorrect!

 Whether Harry is the BWL and no one knows, or he’s the Prophecy Child but the BWL is genuinely someone else, or maybe they think it’s Harry and it’s not; this week is all about secrets and subverting expectations!

 If you want to read some cool stories in the trope, might I suggest a starter pack of Sarcasm & Slytherin by AnonymousMagpie, Yo Dawg by RelenaDuo, the Harrison Gaunt Series by Sandra_Taylor, A King of Sinners and a Queen of Saints by Purplemango and RyuukTheHatter, For The Greater Good Verse by lucky_katebishop, A Rose By Any Other Name (Will Still Prick Your Finger) by InTheShadows, Sybillance by Aspionage, Dumbledore’s great mistake by shineyma, and Carve a Smile Upon My Face by Satine_Ainsel? These are not all of them, not even all of the big names, but they are my favorites. There’s one missing because I can’t find it, just know they’re amazing.

 The “basic tropes” included in a WBWL recipe are a Gryffindor Twin (who might be a prat), a Slytherin Harry, bad dumbldore, living-but-bad-parent-potters, and a family having trouble reconnecting. But! That’s not the only way to do it! There are THOUSANDS of ways to do it, whether following the recipe or making your own.

 While many WBWL stories double as twin aus, there are some other fun examples, like Tony Stark - The Boy Who Was Not Attacked as a Child by WombatRat, Seven Months Away by Disorganizedkitten, Switched by PseudoLeigha, Sohpie Roper by Glacilumi, the kids who chose themselves by dirgewithoutmusic; the core of the Wrong-Boy-Who-Lived trope is that Voldemort’s Vanquisher is not who the world expects, and that leads to misconduct that may or may not doom the world. Sometimes Voldemort’s Defeat comes out of left field. Sometimes it’s avoided.

 Always, it’s very interesting.

So, I've given you much ado, but let's get to the meat of it!

 The event runs from July 25th-31st.  We have seven prompts, for seven horcruxes, seven books, seven friends, and even seven chosen ones!

Decoy

Self-fulfilling

Reunion

Betrayal

Benevolent | Malevolent

(The road to Hell is paved with) Good Intentions

Conspiracy

What can you submit? Just about anything!

Art

Drabbles

Cosplay

Edits

New fics

Updates to existing fics

I know that most people hanging around already have an au or two running, and may not want to start something new- so don't! Give us little updates as part of the event, matching the prompts or not! Do an expansion pack of drabbles for your au, add chapters, make fanart! It can match a prompt or it can just be in the trope. We're here to celebrate it! To motivate everyone!

 Have an au you haven't published yet but want to? Let's see it!

 Maybe you DO want to start something entirely new! Do that too!

The only rules we really have here are A) use your own work, no plagiarism and no ai, but properly credited recursive is fine, B) tag appropriately, because I'll be reblogging with your tags attached, and C) tag the blog specifically, tumblr is a meanie sometimes and there's a chance not every post will show up in #wbwl week 2025. Tag with that too, though ;)

 I’ll see you all in July - Happy creating!

[ishgard]

Hello and welcome, I'm Crow/Yumé (she/any), and this here's my sparkly new (under construction) pinned post!

about ✧ characters ✧ screenshots ✧ writing ✧ tags ✧ sideblogs

Ahru Hiraeth ✧ Warrior of Light ✧ Multiple Verses ✧ Multiship

✧ I have a lot of characters, who get varying amounts of attention, but Ahru is XIV Blorbo #1.

✧ I love NPCs and shipping with NPCs and you will find a lot of that here.

✧ You'll find a gratuitous amount of my gposes here. I'm just here to have fun and put my blorbos in situations.

✧ I also occasionally write fic, and expel ranting word walls about my characters if prompted. Sometimes even if I'm not. Beware.

✧ I reblog a lot. It's probably 99% strictly Final Fantasy XIV, with occasional memes that I relate to XIV or characters, and very occasional world news signal boosts. Most everything else goes to my sideblogs.

Heads up: I have a dedicated AU for Alphinaud that includes major spoilers for the latter half of 7.0. I mostly tag anything with blatant spoilers accordingly, but it's highly likely for something to slip through the cracks so please take that into account if you're not current on MSQ. If you're curious about it, you can find more information here.

General:

✧ 18+ - I'm an adult and I don't shy away from adult topics or subject matter, but more than that between all of the ship-squealing and keysmashing enthusiasm, I do appreciate a degree of maturity about fictional topics and won't engage with drama.

✧ NOT spoiler-free, but I do tag the latest expansion or patch spoilers

✧ I usually have an unmarked queue going when I'm asleep.

✧ Tags in general are pretty messy, it's a 10+ y/o old blog. I'm kind of working on it, but my sideblog @dravania is a lot more organized. However if you'd like something in particular tagged, please let me know and I would be happy to do that for you!

✧ You're responsible for your browsing experience and I am mine. I am anti-censorship, and capable of differentiating fiction from reality. If you have difficulty with any of that, please curate your space accordingly.

✧ I won't tolerate racism, misogyny, TERFs, or any other queerphobia. That said, I don't believe discussions around these topics fall under the scope of "drama", and that they need to be addressed within fandom when and where they arise.

✧ Fuck Generative AI. If you ever see me reblogging anything made by genAI please give me a gentle nudge!

✧ I don't strictly follow4follow, and I don't solely follow FFXIV-only blogs either

✧ WCIF-friendly, to the best of my abilities. If you see something I'm using, feel free to ask!

Interaction:

✧ Generally speaking, I don't RP, but I do love to interact and spitball ideas/scenarios for how our characters could be connected. That said, I don't typically lean towards romantic interests. Co-WoL's/Adventurers/etc. though is all fun!

✧ I don't use Mare, but if you want my characters .chara file to pose with (SFW) feel free to ask!!

✧ If you ever want to draw any of my characters just know I will compose ballads in your honor. It will add years to my life, and I will use them all in your service.

✧ I can be slow to respond at times, but feel free to toss me an ask or hit me up in DMs for... whatever! (Not you, solicitors!)

[factiousfcrged]

@rubiesintherough / mahia sent a meme.

( clean ) : sender washes blood of off receiver

"You don't have to do that." It wasn't that he was ashamed of the blood. His blood. Their blood. It was hard to figure whose was whose after a certain point. But whoever's blood it was, it shouldn't be on her hands, in any sense of the words. She didn't approve. He knew that. But it wasn't the first time. And it wouldn't be the last time. If they wanted her, they'd get her over his dead body and a mountain of theirs.

[khoirkid]

Whumptober Interview with Amethyst!

Before the glorious event that is whumptober, I reached out to Amethyst to ask a bit about her process and what to look forward to. (Everything is shared with her permission.) You can find her tumblr @amethystfairy1 so hop on over and give her some support for October!

Q. How does the writing style and process change for a month-long event verses just writing?

A. I guess with like, my long form stuff, I write with a ton more detail for the month long events, especially since I've done multiple now, I try to pick out a specific thing to center the fic around and use that as a through line, strip it down to it's bones, and just go with that... I try to be a bit more abstract and use extended metaphors for the month long events

Q. How do you find a balance between the TTSBC AU and the TT au?

A. I don't. [A]ctual answer... um...I don't (Interviewer: Well, you know you have a 50/50 split for whumptober, right?) I DO... WAIT... I DO???... THAT WAS A TOTAL ******* FLUKE... you give me far to much credit... no that was a total coincidence

Q. Are there any characters you feel like you’re drawn to for whump?

A. Tango and Scott. [I]ts just because they feel so bright and spunky... so breaking them in different ways is really interesting... And it's different from like, Grian Pearl and Jimmy because with the three of them their fannon characters have such a wide expanse of styles that slotting them into the broken avian mindset wasn't impossible...it was tricky at times for Grian to write him being so docile and obedient because pesky bird and all but even still, with Tango it doesn't fit, and so finding a way to make it fit is super interesting! Same with Scott!

Q. Is there anyone who isn't easy/fun to whump?

A. Everyone is fun to whump in some way... As far as not easy ...Pearl has been tricky, mainly because I write her so as being so solid in her emotions usually

Q. Is there anything you think will surprise readers for the coming whumptober?

A. I think there's a lot more plot relevance than people realize on the way. Several of the fics are... crucial to the plot going forward.

Q. Do these writing challenges help you come up with some of the plot or does the plot just fall into them?

A. Both! The plot has it's shapes and curves already, but doing these writing challenges sometimes helps me put pins in specific themes to tie in important plot points and drive the au forward.

Q. Finally, is there anything readers should watch for and what day are you most excited for?

A. Day 10 and Day 25 will probably be the most plot relevant of the bunch! As well as Day 31! I'm personally the most excited to for Day 10, as I think it's going to be super amazing seeing the response to that from everyone who's been so kind as to follow my AUs for so long!!!! (Interviewer: It's a well done major ouchie) I love thinking about that as I'm writing, especially since both TT and TTSBC have gotten so much love, imagining what folks are going to comment and enjoy about it!

[unityfcrged]

@rubiesintherough / nicholas sent a meme.

❛  when i get out of here, i’m going to kill you. i promise you that.  ❜

"I have to know -- is there some sort of how to be a shitty villain in ten steps or less that all of you worrisome little fuckers attend? Because I am honestly so goddamned tired of hearing the same shitty threats from the same shitty people every time I try and have this conversation with one of you --" An exasperated flap of one hand, before it flutters down to settle at her side. "How many times? A baker's dozen? A hundred? Yet I'm the one still standing -- on the outside of the bars, no less, while you, who would betray his own people, his own world, and for what? Not even some ridiculous infantile idea of honor or nobility, or fighting for a cause, but for goddamn money? No. You won't get out of there, unless I allow it, and as it stands right now, you've not given me a single reason to give half of a rat's ass about you or how long you rot in that prison cell."

[squidwithamelon]

The omega-verse is a fortress because it's the unofficial hub of the multiverse. The density of cultures and ideas makes it the scientific capital with research labs as big as skyscrapers littering the land. The culture is expansive, thousands of aus, histories all merged in one area.

It's it's own entity in the multiverse, it makes dealings with other universes, has outposts in universes, so on. It's probably run by elections, democracy. It use to be run by Core, Dream and Ink but. . Relationships change and priorities change.

The Omega-timeline believes every universe should be in the best shape it can be in. That's resulted in it helping universes with 'bad' stories to say. Investing and restarting the Core in Horrortale, as an example.

That's why Ink left. Dark stories are still stories worth telling, helping them, interfering, that's not right.

Nightmare does his best to disrupt this growing power of the omega-timeline, same with Error.

Even within the timeline itself there are multiple fractions of disagreement.

Of course there's other entities.

Like the 'Science Team' (WIP), group of Gasters, Alphys, Sans who, while sometimes partnering with the Omega-timeline, are their own group conducting research (The base is in, as you guessed, an earlier Undertale universe (as in the timeline))

Def more entities out there. (Nightmare eventually has his empire)

Any ideas/suggestions for what some could be? (I like hearing other people's multiverse takes)

[lcstkey]

Stormblood

After the events of Fading Just Below, Selena chose to stay on the Star but is benched. For a time, the keybearer is recovering from the ordeal and will not participate in the war in Doma.

Instead, she will leave Gridania. Selena is convinced to officially join the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. Her goal to protect the Star from the Shadows [Heartless], and their goal to protect Eorzea and the Star are the same. She will realize that she shouldn't work alone anymore.

She then will join the OHNOS [Our Heroes Need No Sleep] free company, the treasuring-hunting focused | training adventurers guild and part of the Team C dungeoneering team of the Scions when they're in-between jobs. [@lalannaoronir | @vierandancer | @aethericsea ]

To build herself back up, the keybearer will take small jobs and errands to not physically exert herself, and she wouldn't need to hold herself back anymore. She will also translate her journals from her world's script to Eorzean.

Eventually, she'd find her way back to Witchdrop to properly bury the corpse she had stolen the armor from. It felt wrong not to.

Later, Selena will gift the Scions and the Grand Companies [and in turn, the Ala Mhigan Resistance] the reference sheet with the letters from her Star and Eorzean letters that she had created for herself while learning how to read.

Her Star's alphabet will be used as a code for the Grand Companies and the Ala Mhigan Resistance if they need to pen a confidential message should it become too risky to inform via linkpearl.

After the Imperials bomb Specula Imperatoris, Selena will become directly involved as a messenger and translator. She will deliver these messages and teach them to translate them until the Grand Companies and the Ala Mhigan Resistance can use the code without her assistance.

Otherwise, she will be free to be a keybearer who utilizes her skills as a swordswoman, magic user, and now a dragoon via the keyblade transformation and the stolen dragoon job stone.

Shadowbringers

During the time that the keybearer is worried for the Scions after the majority of them were Called and then fell to slumber, Selena is overly worried about the possibility of losing control of herself and repeating the event at the Urth's Fount. [Fading Just Below]

While she is doing what she can to help, the keybearer will be looking into a means to control her darkness to prevent the repeat from ever happening. Her search will lead her to Ul'dah to the Lemures guild where she not only learns just that, but she picks up the Reaper job class and a new keyblade transformation.

Endwalker

Selena will be assisting the Scion's Team B with the Lunar Primals while the main cast sails off to Sharlayan and putting her skills to full use.

Fearing that she will be a hindrance and that her power may compromise their mission, she declines to join the Ilsabard Contingent. The keybearer is fully aware that her strong affinity to magic as well as certain powers [i.e. Sonnelion and Eblis] would appear terrifying to those who are unaccustomed to it.

She would also be joining Team Mor Dhona and the Idyllshire's treasure hunters to collect the refined adamantite from the Dalamund shard there and deliver it to Sharlayan.

While there, Selena will immediately put her past experience as a world hopper to use and seek out the Livingway to inform him and the other Lopporits what they may encounter as best she can. Her translated journals will become a boon of information.

However, the keybearer insists on joining Sicard and invites herself to escort the tribes to the Mothercrystal to summon their deities. In her words "It's a bloody bad idea to send only one person alone to escort the tribes with a strong history of hurting and hate through the aetherial sea." Selena believed that they would be attacked by souls who would remember the representatives of the tribes and she was not wrong.

Doing so, Selena had to remain behind on Etheirys, but she had an ulterior motive: summoning Deliora. The keybearer fully intends to gift the Ragnorock and by extension, the Scions, the goddess of her Star to help them reach the edge of existence. She will also task Deliora to guide the ship back home to Etheirys should things go awry.

Thankfully, it never came to that as the Scions did return home triumphant without Deliora's help.

Hearing about the Scion's "disbandment", Selena was understandably upset and scared when she heard until it was clarified to her that it was a pretense to fall back into the shadows. Everyone would go their separate ways and work independently to maintain the image.

The keybearer didn't know what to do with herself and initially chose to wander the realm. But, eventually, Selena began to wonder more and more about the weapon, the keyblade, that she wielded for at least half of her life and of the Final Days, specifically dynamis: the form of energy reacting to strong emotions.

Believing that there may be a connection between the keyblade and dynamis, Selena boarded the next ship to Sharlayan to ask the Students of Baldesion for help to uncover the mystery of the keyblade and in turn, she'd assist however she can.

By recommendation, the keybearer travelled to Thavnair via the experimental aetheryte in Yedlihmad only to become severely ill from aether sickness. When she recovered, she travels to The Great Work to learn more of akasha, or dynamis.

However, when the keybearer tried to return to Sharlayan via the Corridors to Darkness, she failed. It took several attempts for her to realize that she lost the power to utilize them. She initially blamed the experimental aetheryte; but realized, that if she couldn't use the Corridors anymore, then perhaps....

By happy accident, Selena gained the ability to attune to the aetherytes. She successfully attuned to the aetheryte at The Great Work and was so overjoyed that she cried. The trade off is very welcome to her as she does not have a plan to leave Etheirys and never will.

When Selena returned to Sharlayan via ship, first thing she did was attune to the aetheryte there and run around the island to locate and attune to the miniature ones.

The keybearer will join and stay with the Students of Baldesion as she researches the keyblade more and more, eventually realizing that her connection with others shape the keyblade's form and its power.

Once Selena hears of Omphalos and of the Twelve, the keybearer will ask to tag along to so she could ask the Twelve if they knew anything of the keyblade and to apologize to Nophica for causing so much trouble in Gridania.

Due to the loss of the power of utilizing the Corridors to Darkness, Selena will not be able to help Y'shtola and the others with enlarging the void gate in Alzadaal's Legacy but will offer the power of her keyblade in the emergency scenario that it has to be closed and locked for good. Thankfully, it never came to it.

[phoenixyfriend]

Put together a rec list for a reddit question but I can't get the list to post so I'm trying it this way instead.

r/SWFanfic • 1 hr. ago zephrry Star Wars long fics where Anakin doesn't fall to the dark side? I'm looking for well-written/characterized, Anakin-centric long fics (or series) where he doesn't become Darth Vader/turn to the dark side. I don't have a preference for whether or not the Republic stands or falls in the AU. Bonus points if Ahsoka is a major character, though this isn't necessary. Just no time travel fics, please!

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Here's a couple, though I admit I played a little fast and loose with the definition of 'longfic' here, and I wasn't entirely sure if you wanted just RotS divergence fics.

THIS IS THE BEST MATCH FOR YOUR REQUEST:

Well It Goes Like This by orphan_account - Anakin changes his mind at the last moment and doesn't go to confront Palpatine with Mace Windu and co, rather saves a creche clan and escapes Coruscant when the clones invade the Temple.

into the desert by That_Ghost_Kristoff, TheElusiveBadger - Author describes it as A very expansive "Anakin doesn't go to the Dark Side" AU that will, hopefully, extend into the sequels, so very much a match.

The rest of these are just in order of how they appeared in my bookmarks:

In Your Dreams! by Exonerin - Obikin - E-rated

Speak no Evil also by Exonerin - Obikin - E-rated

Sigil of the Krayt by rejectedbard - gen, but takes place mostly in the period immediately post-TPM

Echo's Invitation by Sherlockian_nonsequitur - Anidala, Anakin/501st, fem!Anakin, E-rated

I will be keeping our memories by IronCannon - Obikin, E-rated, omegaverse

Ner Kar'ta by Loveobiwantobits - Jangobi - contains both E-rated and sfw fics - omegaverse

Ghost of Tatooine by SarcasticSketches - this is... sort of applicable? Vader exists, but so does Anakin. This fic works on the idea that Sith *literally* kill what is left of themselves, and so the good Anakin is haunting Luke

Sith Lightning, Paperwork, and Other Extreme Sports by DeadStarsRising - ongoing but the planned result is Anakin not falling - background Anidala

edge of providence by adiduck (book_people), whimsicalimages - this is an AMAZING fic, one of my favorites, starts a few years prior to AotC but ends around then - Jangobi

The Creche by Blue_Sunshine - Obikin, sfw

Skywalker Seduction Method by Revna14 - sfw (it's all chatfic) - Anidala, Blyla, and various background ships

Kneading by Threebea (Beewaggle) - G-Rated, Jangobi

Accidental Verd’alor by BairnSidhe - Jangobi, sfw

light by loosingletters - spans Anakin's apprenticeship and largely circles around the Jedi doing their best for him

Binary System by Cimila - Jangobi E-rated

Jedi Shmi AU by MirandaTam - what it says on the tin

Conceal Me Verse by Himboskywalker - Obikin, omegaverse, E-rated

Legally Blonde Jedi AU by Trixree - Lawyer!Obi-Wan/Maul raising Anakin (Maul has been rehabilitated, none of them are Jedi but they're also not dark)

Deliver Us AU by Bittodeath - while it's Jangobi, the fic is SO heavy on the way Obi-Wan is raising Anakin, and it's over 400k words

between pole and tropic by Anonymous - non-fallen Anakin, fallen-in-RotS!Obi-Wan

Viridescent Skies by DarthSnug (themikeymonster) - ageswap of Anakin and Obi-Wan

Senator Obi-Wan AU by BeanieBaby - eventual Obikin, but it's got a very fun Anakin characterization

Soft Wars by Project0506 - not all the fics, but plenty of them

Be Careful What You Sith For by 11paruline44  - backward Anidala and Obitine, but it’s not a major focus