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Billford fic recs!

I was asked a while ago (i believe by @kerink ?) when I shared a list of the currently active fics I was reading if I could do a broader rec list as well, so here it is! not a ton of oneshots since I didn't try to keep good track of fics until very recently. will likely update this over time!

there is ONE non-triangle bill in here, but what he is in that one is vague so maybe he could still be the triangle. schrodingers triangle.

Collections:

Valentines 3K challenge (all explicit)

you know it. you love it. if you haven't read all of them though, you're missing the fuck out

Stan Bros Coffee (G and explicit)

the espresso-Bill AU! there's a bunch of little fics about it and they're all in here!

Billford Egg Hunt 2025 (all explicit)

that man gets eggs laid in him

Oneshots: (most oneshot recs are in the collections)

Eternal Devotion - Illusions of the Heart (explicit)

have you ever read a horror story posing as a love story? are you interested in the most unhinged yet cohesive internal monologue ever crafted? do you wonder why keyhole suddenly became so prominent in the fandom out of nowhere? all of these and more await you in here. click the link-- i am a normal fanfic

touch and go (teen)

it's portal ford, baby! great exploration of what prolonged isolation does to people and has excellent bill being sweeties

Haha He Fucked That...Spider? (explicit)

again, portal ford! he's the master of getting himself in stupid situations, and bill is the master of getting him out of them in the ways ford appreciates the least

Hazing Ritual (mature)

Ford takes a hike in the woods in the middle of the night with his cock out and Bill comes to say hi

Longfics:

Theseus' Guide To Ruining A Perfectly Good Boat (mature) (complete in my heart bc i know what happens)

why are you still following me if you haven't read this yet. y'all know what this is

Then it becomes, it becomes, it becomes a problem (mature) (complete)

how bad do things have to get before bill finally chooses to cut his shit out? the answer may surprise you! during-betrayal fic where bill makes the ingenious decision to bring a third party into the mix as if that would solve anything. breathtaking prose, magnificent character work, and the best fucking bill cipher writing and analysis there is! SO funny, SO raw and emotional. Jan deserves to ascend to godhood at the cost of all of her family and friends. as a treat.

Creative Solution (unrated, but i'd call it mature) (complete)

what if bill erased ford's memories of the betrayal and weirdmageddon happened? touches on what it's like to be in a relationship where you're both deeply mentally ill and insecure in a way that really, truly hits me. absolute masterwork of digging through bill's fucked up psyche and the ways in which he Can and Will spiral forever AND BE SURE TO STICK AROUND FOR THE EPILOGUE: A VISIT TO THE PINES WHICH IS MY FAVORITE SHIT EVER!!! proving to your parents what a failure you are will always have good results! definitely break no-contact, only good things can happen!

Property of Bill Cipher (explicit) (good as complete)

pre-portal character exploration. the only fic i think ive ever seen that dares to say bill was doing extremely fucked up shit with ford the entire time before things went bad between them, it's just that after the betrayal, ford viewed it all in a different light. handles bill's obsession with the guy so nicely, does not shy away from the scary and unnerving in just the way i love it! it's incomplete, but the story is really just a series of vignettes leading up to and a little after the betrayal, so we all know how this is all going to end anyways. this one is formative billford for me

Multiversal Manhunt Moved to Your Backyard (explicit, but only the final chapter) (complete)

set during weirdmageddon, bill and ford make a deal to play a game of sexy scary hide and seek. it's so fun to root for the villain. this author has an amazing grasp on the character voices and tone, this is SUCH a delightful read and despite knowing exactly how it's gonna end, the tension still keeps you at the edge of your seat!

On the Level (mature) (incomplete)

marine biology AU where ford is a researcher on a deep sea base and bill is some sort of eldritch horror at the bottom of the sea. writing is lovely and it's really got the slow, ominous horror vibe down pat. it's tagged for Alien(1979) references so i'm personally waiting for bill to violently murder all of these people <3 also this is the non-triangle fic i was referring to

Take A Chance (explicit) (incomplete)

handyman bill thats very focused on how poorly bill and ford are able to communicate with each other, and boy, theyre bad at it. lots of cute family shenanigans and overall a very lighthearted read!

Dream Operator (mature) (incomplete)

post canon billford my beloved. Bill is trapped in the Theraprism, Ford is off doing his boat adventures with his brother, yet neither of them get the other out of their dreams. Literally. goofy dream shenanigans abound!

tear flesh from my skeleton just to feel something genuine (rated teen, it is NOT teen) (incomplete)

VIVISECTIONNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s Better Than Sex! It’s Vivisection! (mature) (complete)

ONE FUCKING GUESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!

Impossible Geometries and Biologies (explicit) (complete)

pregnant bill fic that i have some Opinions about but it gets to stay because I like the speculative bio they do just that much

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Books to Read.

Science-gossip. 1894. Column header.

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Martyr by Kaveh Akbar, Foster by Claire Keegan, The Most Secret Memory of Men by Mohamed Mbougar Sarr, Transcendent Kingdom by Yaa Gyasi, Transit of Venus by Shirley Hazzard, Bel Canto by Ann Patchett, Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro, Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead

(Some novels I've read or listened to in the last year or so)

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yaaay new header is finished! i updated my old one that was just sammy, now nik and boomer are here too ^w^ here's the old art under the cut if you want to remember :3

i still like the simplicity of the old one hehe

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[lilolilyr]

For day 22 of the May Trope Mayhem event by @duckprintspress, another ficlet in my Bering and Wells fake dating series! For @purlturtle, who suggested today's prompt for the ship :)

This part is <1k, and in total we're at a wordcount of 1.5k now! All parts are rated G, no warnings apply.

~

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3:

"Helena? What's -" Myka stops at the landing and suddenly realizes why Helena stands frozen in place, looking utterly perplexed.

"...artifact that somehow turns you into an irresistible pet owner?"

Myka groans. "I don't have a better explanation either, but how does that fit in with the rest of what's been happening?"

Helena shrugs. "At this point, either Artie's worst fears are coming true and there is an artifact collector in town, or we will only understand the actual effects of the artifact once we snag it. Now, let's look at this little guy -"

"Or if someone finally talks to us and - wait, Helena, what are you doing?"

Anxiously, Myka watches as Helena slowly approaches the iguana in the corner of the bathroom.

"Well, we can't leave the little guy all alone just because its owner has suddenly lost all interest in him and has run screaming! We can put him up in our spare bedroom."

The reptile's dewlap inflates and it looks agitated, quickly moving its head first this way then that, and if Myka is reading reptilian body language in any way correctly, she doesn't believe that it is trying to make friends with Helena.

Myka tiredly rubs the back of her hand over her eyes. "Do you even know how to take care of an iguana? We should just call animal control and -"

"No!"

Both Myka and the iguana flinch at the loud sound, and Helena backs a way a little and hunkers down to look small and less aggressive to the animal.

"Look, we do both believe this to be artifact related, don't we?" Helena continues quietly and starts to slowly shuffle forward again as the iguana has calmed down. "Anwen was happily telling me all about her pet when we saw her last, you can't think that she would naturally start to be afraid of it. So, hopefully, once the artifact is bagged, we will be able to return this fellow to her and no-one has to be the wiser. You don't want to risk her losing her beloved Kazul to the animal social services just because she was whammied, do you?"

"Fuck, you're right," Myka groans. "ASPCA wouldn't give a pet back to someone who has been so neglectful. Well, shouldn't we grab a cage or something to move him? Uh, her?"

"I haven't seen a cage... Wait, can you tell her gender? I have to admit, I'm not as well versed in reptilian biology as I would like to be right now."

"No, just - Kazul, that's a dragon from a children's book, she's female so I thought - Helena, be careful!"

Helena has reached Kazul and is petting the big reptile's flank. "See, we are going to be fast friends - oh!" The iguana nimbly clambers up her leg, and Helena winces when the claws pierce the fabric of her trousers and dig into her skin.

"Yes, I can tell you're best friends already," Myka says drily, trying not to show how relieved she is that Helena isn't getting attacked by a ten pound reptile, nor how adorable she thinks Helena looks with the iguana in her lap - they are alone right now, so she can't use the 'playing their married couple role' excuse. "I guess I'll go look for a pet carrier bag or something..."

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Part 3 of ? • more W13 content • web link • Ao3

The OC Anwen of course named her pet after Kazul the dragon king in the Enchanted Forest Chronicles! Check them out if you don't know the books, they're a super fun fantasy series, not just for kids.

My W13 tag list, lmk if you want on/off the list: @lavendelhummel @jesstrel @viharistenno @adhdannieedison @lesbianlovelife @tryingthisfangirlthing @tunsun44 @wibblywobblyida @wellvak

Update: part 4 is up!

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EXO Writers Masterlist [updated: 28/10/2023]

Hello! Here I present you the list of all active EXO writers I managed to find.

In the case you know of someone I didn't add (or even if you're writer yourself!) feel free to add yourself in the comments/reblog section or send me a message.

In the case you notice some writers are no longer active/don't write for EXO, please also let me know!

The list will be updated regularly!

A:

@andimoon

@anyamaris

@an-annyeoing-writer (haha... hi)

B:

@baeklination

@bobohu4eva

@byunified

C:

@chanyeolsbiggestfangirl

@chogiwass

@cyberexo

D:

@dreamylittlesugarcube

E:

@exoo

F:

~ none yet ~

G:

@gyudior

H:

@hyuniebaby

I:

@icequeenbae

@irregular-idol-imagines

@its-not-sof

@itstheoneshot

J:

@jinmindeulle

@jongbross

@justwritedreams

K:

@kjmcotton

@kokobopam

@kpopimaginings

@kpoptrashlord-007

@kyoongboxi

@kyungseokie

L:

@lunaflowers

M:

@mint-yooxgi

@mgg-81

@mybiasisexo

N:

@neokittyy

@noona-clock

O:

~ none yet ~

P:

@paintingwhiteceilings

@papermatisse

@peachesvanilla

Q:

~ none yet ~

R:

~ none yet ~

S:

@scarlet-sky4

@soobadnoonecanstopher

@sooibian

@spacequokka

@starillusion13

@synthetickitsune

T:

~ none yet ~

U:

~ none yet ~

V:

@vampwrrr

W:

@whimsical-ness

X:

@xiubaek-13

@xotaemintol

@xui-n-soowillbethedeathofme

Y:

@yankpop

@yeolsaintlaurent

Z:

~ none yet ~

[miifu666]

What are Suklha abilities would you say ?

Hellooo anon ♡♡♡

Im sorry for being a bit inactive for the past few days, im working on 4 college projects at once and im dealing the heavier parts 😭 a bit burnt out too.

Suklha's Abilities are mostly based off of a kowledge one has throughout their life, also acts more like a messenger.

Shapeshifting/Transformation. Suklha has the ability to shapeshift into something more Surreal be it a nonexistent creature with Grotesque attributes or a certain person. This also includes their tails, which they cab elongate and grow the size of they're inspired off of Kafkaesque, its only fair they have the ability to turn into something nightmarish.

In turn, She can shapeshift others into something too. Suklha has shapeshifted a couple of dragons into inanimate objects to teach them humbleness, she needs to have a logical reason to do this though.

She is rumored to have a venom that can destroy countless of villages, provinces even. A venom that can act as a plague, the ones who could eradicate dragons like tissue. Although this hasn't been seen done by her

Contracts, Suklha has the ability to form contracts that can control one's fate/destiny should the two party agree to it. If met with the proper condition, the contract might bend the reality of time.

Omniscience, being the creator of the cursed book. Known to change cover each time it's placed on a shelf, Suklha can give out the knowledge of the universe to anyone and anything. Besides the side effects it can bring, She has total understanding of hwo everything works. People's fates, deaths, etc. This comes at a cost in which she has to adhere certain "life rules" such as Equivalent Exchange, to be adapted in her way of living.

Bastard of Immortality, Suklha was supposed to be a symbolism the rotten side of immortality, a symbol of Rotting. She has the venom that can cause plagues, to turn a whole village into a rotting flesh. Burning the scales of even the dragons. She's the patron of a chaotic primordial god, of course She's bad news.

Immortality, Suklha can't age or die from natural causes. As long as the link between the god and Suklha is still ongoing, she's immortal by any means. She's able to regenerate her own body, but somehow guardians from the underworld found a way to scar Suklha's vessel

Astral projecting, i guess this also counts as Telepathy? Like in LMK im sure every non-human beings can do this to communicate to one another. But they call it astral projecting.

Probability, Suklha can create certain chain reaction sequence of events in order to make her goal come into fruition, this can come from the simplest of action. Since Suklha has a total Understanding of the universe's knowledge, i feel like this is more of a softskill instead of an ability but ill put it just in case.

Illusions, Knowing how magics and Yaoguais work their way around. Suklha learned some advanced spells from the spider sisters, giving vivid illusions that might be too realistic. Like a loop of walking through the forest once or twice more than you should.

Besides these, she's probably more in tune with using Artifactss. Whether its made by their own hands or someone elses. I would List Suklha's softskill too but im guessing anon is asking more about her supernatural ability.

I think Suklha prefers to utilize the powers of other beings who are either cooperating with her voluntarily or under her direct control. Influencing their powers rather than using her own directly.

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Summary: For Josh, home is where you are. | Standalone in the Cabin Fever universe

Pairings: Josh x Wife! Reader (Josh POV) | Genres: domestic fluff, angst, hurt/comfort | Word Count: 3k | Warnings: a little mention of spice

A/N: I loved Josh's most recent insta caption about the stage being his ethereal living room he gets to share with us, but I also love hurt/comfort, so I made it angsty and fluffy for Josh and Baby. I hope you like it! ♡

“The stage is your ‘ethereal living room’?”

Josh looked up from the charcuterie board he was meticulously arranging to see you on your phone, presumably scrolling through the concert pictures he’d posted half an hour ago. He smiled.

“Yeah, you know.” He tapped a row of crackers into line until they were perfect. “The shows are a place where people come together to enjoy each other’s company. Somewhere that feels like home.”

You didn’t say anything. He glanced up at you again.

“Ethereal means — ”

“I know what ethereal means, Josh.” Your face went pink. “It’s just not usually a word you use to describe a living room.”

He was a little surprised at your tone; it bordered on sounding upset, but maybe that was just because he’d embarrassed you, though he certainly hadn’t meant to.

“I was just trying to help, baby,” he said gently. He tried for some humor. “And you’re right, it’s not usually a word you’d use to describe a living room. Definitely not our living room in the state it’s been in lately.”

That had the opposite of the intended effect, and he wished he could take it back when your face fell. “You don’t think it’s ready for tonight?”

“No, no,” he said quickly. “It’s ready now. Everything looks great. I just meant that we haven’t been as good about tidying every night, so it’s been a wreck recently.”

“Right,” you said, but it was doubtful and tense. “Well, I tried to get most of it done while you were at work — ”

“I know, baby.” He felt that he’d botched this conversation pretty badly, but you also seemed much more sensitive than you usually were. “It was a huge help, and I’m grateful that you did most of the cleaning when we made the mess together.”

“I didn’t make it quite as ethereal as a concert, though,” you said, and your laugh was a little strained.

He wondered at your fixation on the wording of his caption, but maybe you were trying to make it into a running joke.

“The Kiszkas wouldn’t know what to do with a living room too perfect for this world,” he teased. He set the board on the other side of the island and went hunting for the wine glasses. “Could you grab me the corkscrew, honey?”

You did as he said, but there was a pensiveness to your body language that made him worry. You’d been in a great mood all day, his happy bubbly girl, spending the day shopping and tidying and preparing for the dinner party you were hosting. Jake, Sparrow, Sam, and Danny were due to arrive any time now, and Josh had thoroughly enjoyed spending time with you after work getting your home ready for your family. He didn’t know what had brought on this sudden change in mood, and he racked his brain for what could have caused it and what he could do to fix it.

“Dessert smells really good,” he said sincerely. “Did you end up putting the strawberries in there too?”

You handed him the corkscrew and stood uneasily as he opened the Riesling, toying with the sleeve of your pretty dress.

“No,” you said quietly. “It’s just regular blackberry cobbler. I didn’t think you’d mind.”

A frown tugged at his features. “I don’t,” he said. He popped the cork out.  “Of course I don’t mind. That sounds great, honey.”

“It’s not very exciting,” you said apologetically.

He didn’t know where this was going. Surely you weren’t upset about the dessert you’d made, but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out what you really were upset about. He decided to stick with his usual strategy, which was mostly just continuing to be sweet to you. 

“I don’t need exciting, baby,” he said, kissing your cheek. “It’ll be perfect. I can’t wait to try it.”

Working together, but without your usual quips and jokes back and forth, you and Josh put the finishing touches on dinner before the doorbell rang. Josh put his dishtowel over his shoulder and went to welcome your guests in, and he was happy that you joined him.

“You look beautiful, baby,” he said. “I love that dress on you.”

You touched a hand to the neckline of your summery black dress patterned with little red cherries. “Oh, well, it’s only a sundress. But... thank you.” The usual enthusiastic enjoyment of his compliments he loved hearing was nowhere in your voice. He wished he could wait to open the door and ask what was bothering you, but the doorbell was now accompanied by rhythmic knocking the type of which only a drummer could deliver. 

“I’m telling you,” Josh said, trying one last-ditch attempt to coax a smile out of you. “This ethereal living room business — it’s better if it’s just our plain old living room with these hooligans.”

The smile you gave him was clearly only for his sake, not even reaching your eyes. Discouraged and unable to stall any longer, he turned the door handle. 

“I didn’t mean to push this on you,” you blurted. Your expression was anxious and regretful. “I’m sorry, Josh.”

By the time he’d processed what you’d said, the door was already open, and your family was coming inside full of laughter and bearing gifts of wine and appetizers and card games to play. He wanted to jump right into the festive atmosphere his brothers and sister-in-law brought with them, but he was completely preoccupied by your blurted-out apology for... what? What could you have to be sorry for? He looked across the foyer and felt his heart twist when he saw your strained smile as you welcomed your family inside.

“Alright, Kiszkas,” he said with more levity than he felt. He ushered everyone into the living room, pointing out the drinks and snacks on the kitchen island. “Eat, drink, and be merry. Dinner’s almost ready.” 

He asked Danny to watch the sauce simmering on the back of the stove, wanting to try and get a moment with you before dinner. He left Sparrow and his brothers chatting and snacking in the kitchen and found you in the dining room, double-checking the place settings you’d already made perfect an hour before.

“Baby,” he said gently. “What did you mean, you’re sorry for ‘pushing this on me’? Did you mean dinner?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “I should have asked you before I planned it.”

He leaned against the doorframe. “You did ask me. Didn’t you?”

“I don’t think so,” you said sheepishly. “I think I just told you I was doing it, and you went along with it.”

“Oh. Well, I don’t mind,” he said sincerely. “I’m glad you planned it.” He debated giving you space or pressing a little deeper, and he risked the latter. He came around the table to the side where you stood.

“I’m glad we’re all spending time together,” he said. He took your hands in his. “I’d like to enjoy it with you, too, but I wouldn't be happy if you were unhappy.”

“I’m not unhappy,” you lied.

“Baby,” he chided tenderly. “You’ve been out of sorts for a little bit now, and I want to help you get back into sorts. I just don’t know how.”

You looked up at him. “Are you sure you’re happy with... all this?”

He raised a brow. “Dinner? Or, like, the universe as a whole?”

You sighed. “No, I mean... do you like being home? Maybe it’s a little lackluster after touring.”

“That could not be farther from the truth,” he said, without a moment’s hesitation. Was that all that was bothering you? 

“Silly girl,” he said with a smile. “Of course I like being home. I love being home.”

“But it’s... it’s just... me,” you said lamely. “Just our house.”

“I’m still not seeing a problem,” he said, affectionately teasing. “I love you, and I love our house, especially when it has all the people we love in it drinking all our wine.”

You didn’t say anything for a moment. Then — “Are you sure?”

For a moment, he couldn’t think of anything to say. He felt a surprisingly sharp flash of hurt at your doubt. He tamped it down to focus on you, his sweet wife, who apparently felt that his homecoming had been spent wishing he was back out on the road.

“Yes, I’m sure,” he finally said. He cupped your face in his hands, reading something sad and needful in your expression but unable to figure out how to fix it. “I love being home with you, baby. I miss you so much when I’m away. You don’t know that?”

He saw your eyes sparkle with tears and wished desperately he could understand how it had gotten this bad, wished he could figure out how to fix it.

“Hey,” he said softly. He kissed you. “I love you. I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

“But it’s not — ”

“It’s perfect,” he said, gently cutting across your protest. “And though I love the way you open our home to our family, even just being with you, eating takeout in our pajamas, would have been perfect too.”

You gave him a watery smile at that, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“There’s that smile,” he said tenderly. He brushed the tears from your face. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like you weren’t enough, baby. You're everything to me. You’re my heart. You know that, don’t you?”

You nodded and kissed him, and he was so happy to have helped even a little. He’d probably ask about it again, try to understand what had made you think such a thing so that you'd never have to think it again. For now, though, your family was waiting, and you seemed eager now to get back to them.

“Don't tell them I was crying,” you said, running your hands over your cheeks, trying to hide the telltale signs. “Tell them we were having a quickie or something.”

He chuckled. “I'm not sure I’m skilled enough for that to be believable, baby. Less than five minutes is a lot to ask.” He kissed your cheek. “And I won’t tell them you were crying. That’s between you and me.” To his way of thinking, a husband's job was to protect his wife at her most vulnerable, not to expose her. These moments between you, the words and soft touches and intimacy you shared — those were just for the two of you, and Josh treasured the privilege of being the one you shared yourself with when you needed a little extra love.

You took his hand, and when he was sure you were ready, he led you back out to where your family waited. 

He saw you return to your usual self as the night went on, and he loved to hear your laugh and watch your smile light up your face as you spent time with your family. Sam, Danny, Jake, and Sparrow — they never failed to bring warmth and light with them wherever they went, and Josh knew that there was no better medicine than their terrible jokes and affectionate bickering and safe, easy love. You were always beautiful, but joy made you ravishing; you shone as brightly as the sun when you were happy, and he felt a weight come off his shoulders as you came back to yourself.

After dinner, you found a spot on the couch; as Josh went to fix glasses of wine for both of you, he watched the drama unfolding in the living room. Catty corner to you, Sam and Jake were playing guitar, Sam casually and Jake with characteristic seriousness; Sparrow sat perched on the arm of Sam’s chair, and Danny sat on the floor.

“Watch him,” Danny said, slipping a hair tie from his wrist and aiming it like a slingshot at Jake. “I bet he won’t stop playing.”

“No, Danny!” Sparrow giggled around the straw stuck in her wine glass. “That would be so mean to my poor Jakey.”

“He wont’ even notice,” Danny said, unable to hide an impish smile. “Watch.”

He shot the hair tie at Jake, and it popped him on the forehead before tumbling down the guitar and landing on the floor. Jake didn’t miss a beat.

Danny and Sparrow dissolved in uproarious laughter, and Jake merely rolled his eyes with a telltale smile.

“You’re all idiots,” he said.

“Not me!” Sam protested. He watched Jake’s fingers, invested in learning the tune now. “I’m trying to play with you, but geez, can you dial it down from rock god so I can figure it out?”

Jake slowed his playing, talking Sam through the notes, and good-naturedly accepted a kiss on his forehead from Sparrow. Danny tried to find the hair tie again and hit Sam with it when he did, earning himself a nudge with Sam’s foot that made Danny laugh and lean his head against Sam’s knee in apology.

Josh brought your drinks over to the couch and handed yours to you. “For you, baby.”

You accepted it gratefully and patted the spot next to you. “Thanks, honey. Come sit with me.”

He did, draping one arm over the back of the couch behind you, pleased when you scooched closer to him. He gave you a sweet, chaste kiss.

“Feeling better, baby?” he asked gently.

You couldn’t help a dull blush, but you gave him a bashful smile. “Yes. I’m sorry I was so... tearful earlier.”

“That’s alright, honey. Would you mind telling me what it was that got you so upset?”

You ran the pad of your thumb over the bottom of your wineglass. He was patient as he waited for you to gather your thoughts.

“It’s silly,” you said finally. “You’ll either laugh or be annoyed that I made such a big deal about it.”

He considered that. You usually took things in your stride, and neither of you made a habit of being offended or upset over trivial, accidental things. Whatever it was, it had hurt you, and he would validate that feeling no matter what it turned out to be.

“I promise I won’t laugh,” he said. “And I don't think I’ll be annoyed.” He really just wanted to know what it was, and he told you so.

Your nervous, wandering fingers found his, and he was content to let you play with his wedding ring. You brushed your thumb over the shiny gold surface.

“It was your caption,” you said. “You know, for those pictures you posted.”

He was bemused for a moment. “Oh. Really?”

“Yeah,” you admitted quietly. “There’s no greater feeling in the world than returning to the stage. It is my ethereal living room. A place where things feel lighter than air. I love you.”

If anyone had asked him to recite from memory the caption he’d written himself, he couldn't have done it. The fact that you knew it word for word told him you must have been saying it over and over again in your head since you’d read it.

He thought of the wording in light of your feelings and saw how it could have hurt you. It had been their first show back after a long break spent at home, and while you were in your plain old living room at home and missing him, he’d apparently been away in a much better living room doing much more exciting and wonderful things without you. Of course he hadn’t really been comparing a concert to the home he shared with you — it was only an Instagram caption, after all, and not a serious commentary on his life. But even though he felt it was reasonable for you to have known that, he also knew that sometimes the heart wasn’t reasonable.

He twined his fingers with yours. “Sweet baby,” he said. “I’m sorry it hurt you. It wasn’t my intention at all. I don’t know if it helps, but I wasn’t thinking about our real life living room when I wrote that. I just thought it sounded clever.”

“I know,” you said. You gave him a wobbly smile. “It was clever. It’s sweet. And the fans deserve a little love note from you. I just...”

“You just missed me,” he said, brushing his knuckles over your cheek. “I know, baby. I missed you too.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I’m sorry I made such a big deal out of it. I could have just been honest that I was upset. But really, I should have just taken it like you meant it and not started catastrophizing, thinking you weren’t happy at home.”

“Well, sometimes our imaginations run away with us,” he said, patient and kind. “For the record, I am happy at home with you, baby. You in your old sundress making regular blackberry cobbler is the kind of thing I dream about when I'm away from you. And if I could only have one, I’d pick our less-than-ethereal living room and be glad to share it with you for as long as I lived.”

You touched his cheek. “Why are you so sweet to me?”

“Because I love you very much,” he said simply. He kissed you. “Tell me you know that.”

“I know that,” you said softly, tenderly. “Of course I know that. I love you very much too.”

He kissed you again, taking his time, drawing you closer to him. You tasted like sweet wine and sounded so pretty when your breath caught, your fingers brushing through his curls, your heartbeat light and fast under his hands, almost ethereal.

From the other side of the living room, there was a vague commotion and contagious laughter from Sparrow and his brothers. 

“Should we check on them?” you asked, your voice muffled and smiley as you kissed him.

He chuckled. “They’re fine. Hush and let me kiss you.”

You did, and when you threw your arms around his neck to pull him even closer, he decided you weren’t ethereal after all. The two of you together, surrounded by the ones you loved, laughter and joy and music filling your home — it was something better than ethereal, something earthy and imperfect and steady. For all he loved his work, this right here was exactly what he wanted.

“I love you, Mrs. Kiszka,” he said gently.

You smiled and set everything right in his world. “I love you too, Joshy.”

@wideminded-dreamer and @spark-my-nature were particularly excited for this one so hey here you go <3

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Summary: Obi-Wan Kenobi knows he is meant to be a Jedi Knight. He has been telling everyone else this, following the will of the Force, and still getting stomped on by life. Well, the Senate of all krififng things sending him as tribute to the Mandalorian Empire, leaders unknown, sounds like another swift kick to the balls. But maybe, just maybe, Obi-Wan is about to end up where he should have been.

Or: "Oops, Kyr'tsad was supposed to be the empire builder."

Jango/Obi-Wan, Rated M, No Warnings, Words: 23,092, Chapters: 6/?, WIP, last updated April 2024

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I had to shorten the summary on my bookmark because I kept running out of space, so I'm copying the full version here instead (I write summaries in my bookmarks of wip fics because I know I'll just forget what the fic is even about by the time it updates xD)

Spoilers ahead!!!

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previously, Jango accidentally conquers some worlds, like Galidraan, by taking down corrupt politicians, and those worlds keep sending them 'tributes', and talk of the 'empire' spreads...

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C1 When the Senate looks for a jedi tribute to sent to placate the growing mandalorian empire, before the jedi council can tell them to kriff off, Qui-Gon offers up his senior padawan Obi-Wan, saying this will count as his trials (and happy to get rid of him, no matter that he is essentially sending Obi-Wan into slavery.

Once he reaches Mandalorian space, the mand'alor is called, Jaster recognizes Obi-Wan as the Padawan who had saved Satine's life some years ago, but when he hears this has to do with the Senate, figures it's Jango's fault and says to contact him instead

Jango is currently near Dathomir trying to contact the Nightsisters about a trade agreement. Obi-Wan knows to let a woman call the Nightsisters instead of Jango, and it works.

The letter explaining Obi-Wan is a slave for them to do with as they please never really gets read by anyone. They're just happy that when the republic decided they needed a jedi they sent them a competent one, Obi-Wan is well known for his exploits during the clan wars, speaks mando'a and is both a good negotiator and a good fighter after all. Obi-Wan figures out he's probably safe-ish though, when he hears about the conquering being all accidental.

Looking for more info on the Dathomirians, he offers to contact Bant for info, telling her to keep the fact that he's safe from everyone though, especially Jinn. He also tells her that he has accidentally formed a bond with Anakin before he left Coruscant, as a bond breaking when he dies instead of being peacefully resolved could hurt the child

Myles eventually reads the letter and shows it to Jango, telling him Obi-Wan must be convinced he's their slave. Jango will contact Jaster about it.

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C2 Anya Darklighter, former slaver and current haat'ade Quartermaster, gives Obi-Wan clothes, a stab-vest, and a dagger, and when he tries to refuse, makes it clear that they don't keep slaves, they free them. Obi-Wan has a hard time believing that he's that lucky, still worried that because he's a Jedi, he won't fare that well. He just hopes that he (and the information provided by Bant) will prove too useful to dispose of him.

Jango speaks with Obi-Wan, openly adressing the contents of the letter and that he didn't mean for that to happen, that Obi-Wan is free.

Obi-Wan meditates on this (for a long time, the mandos get worried and break down the door once he misses several meals, he doesn't even notice), and decides not to return to Coruscant. He's just sad he won't be training Anakin - though it will take time for Anakin to be eligible anyway, so who knows...

He calls Bant again, telling her he's truly safe, that she can tell their other friends and Anakin (if he can keep quiet about it), that the haat'ade don't keep slaves, and that he'll be staying with them voluntarily.

Jango contacts the senate and tells them that sending him a slave was offensive af and they can consider themselves lucky he isn't going to go to war about it

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C3 Obi-Wan tells Jango that he intends to stay. Jango tells him he contacted the Senate and that he also wants to contact the Jedi temple and ask for Obi-Wan's armor to be returned to him. Obi-Wan tells him to also ask for agricorps help, especially as they are already enroute to Bandomeer anyway, and together they record a message for the council.

Obi-Wan gets to know some more of the Mandalorians. He also asks for a space to practice his lightsaber forms. He gains quite an audience.

Late at night, Obi-Wan meets Kotyc Fett, (who he believes to be) Jango's ad, sneaking around the ship. Together, they visit the gardens.

Jango calls Jaster, who wants to know how Obi-Wan is doing. He wanted to adopt him when Obi-Wan was first on Manda'yaim and still cares for him. He and Jango also talk about how Arla is doing, and that it isn't a good idea yet to bring Kotyc to her.

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C4 on Bandomeer, Obi-Wan introduces himself to his contacts as Watchman to the mandalore sector (on Bant's suggestion).

Myles, who went to lunch with Obi-Wan and his old friends, learns about Obi-Wan's first time on Bandomeer.

The Agricorps Master Jango and Obi-Wan meet with agrees to send help to Mandalore and asks for more information on the situation there.

Quinlan Vos overhears a Council session discussing how the senate can't stop the agricorps aid, but that they have forbidden them from sending Obi-Wan his things, 'to prevent further unrest' by not letting anyone go near mandalorian space.

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C5 Obi-Wan has settled in among the mandalorians, living on the Ruusaanyc ship, going on missions, teaching different classes, also teaching three younglings force control, and having made friends his own age.

He hasn't heard back from the jedi high council yet about his things, his armor or anything else, and wants to try to contact them after the next mission.

The mission is that Phindar, one of the accidentally conquested worlds, keeps sending the mandalorians Beskar tributes, more than they should have access to in the first place, so there is something fishy going on.

Before that, they stop at Manda'yaim, being greeted by Jaster, and Obi-Wan is given a set of rooms, and he learns that Jaster had wanted to adopt him in the past.

Quinlan contacts Manda'yain, saying he's got Obi-Wan's things, Bant had saved them from his rooms and Madam Nu has packed up his armor for him. Obi-Wan asks him to investigate Phindar for them.

Obi-Wan and Jango reveal their mutual attraction.

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C6 Obi-Wan learns about Arla, that she is Kotyc's buir and had been held prisoner by Kyr'stad, where Kotyc has been born. Jango is looking after Kotyc as Arla isn't doing well and the child reminds her of the time with Deathwatch.

Obi-Wan's things arrive, and he is fitted for armor by Goran Chai Mereel.

Arla welcomes Obi-Wan into the family.

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