#peter tag pending

[voidselfshipp]

Arrived like sunlight in the gloom//burned off the haze

Cw: Me and Peter make out in a car. (Is that even a content warning???) Thalassophobia in GIF.

Summary: Peter takes A self indulgent drive,and even more self indulgent stop.

A/n: Reformed! Peter. I HC hes a victim of religious trauma. Happens post S5. Everyone lives AU. + Hozier song cuz hi its me we're talking about are you KIDDING.

Mist,heavy as an anchor sits on the cold shore of grey skies and even Darker waters. The untamed, savage waves bite at the shore like a shark at its prey. Bits of gravel and sea glass hit the work boots of the Man standing at the edge. Only the blanket of grey sits,thick as smoke that mingles with the clouds.

A bone chilling cold runs through the air, swaying the dark grey-blue of a trenchcoat and the beautiful,silky white hair of the pale skinned Man with the lightest of cerulean eyes that stares at the nothingness with fondness. Winter,along the shore,a cold and solitude thats so Rewarding and sweet.

His feet shift his weight,feeling how the tip of his defined, slightly crooked nose turns Pink at the cold. He breathes out more mist and his eyes see past the condensed dew to the Ocean that looks so freezing and so uninviting- A sea that bites.

There it feels like The Lonely had swallowed the world and that hes there all on his own. He doesnt move,he just sighs in content.

And then...

Summer came.

Forgotten goes the desolate beach as an incandescent warm kisses his skin. The clouds part to a sun that shines so lovingly bright, the pebbled and glassy floor turns to soft,soft brownish sand. And behind him he feels the steps of life.

And solid they are,those steps. Heavy,steel toed boots that dig into the soft ground. One after the other. The clinking of chains fill the once whistling wind thats now a passing breeze.

Warmth. A warm hand pressed to his Lower back,setting his whole body into a cozy heat. He turns his head slowly,with delight,savoring the moment. He meets the lush green eyes of the Man that stood beside him. His boyfriend.

Bright,esmerald eyes. He hears the thudding of a heart thats so full of life,an unstoppable engine. Gold and brown hair tied in a bun,a few piercings and punk attire,complete with steel toed boots.

--Peter-- Lazaro said.

--'ello love-- He said,increasingly fond in his tone. His eyes soften to seafoam, and his hands come out of his pockets to bring in his lover for a hug. His warmth kisses his cold body again,and again, like the tides on the shore.

--Hey there-- the other Man answered,burying his face in his neck. He smells the salty scent of the Ocean on him,a cold but sweet something..and his expensive cologne. What an intoxicating smell really. Lazaro could pass out then.

--Did something happen?

--Jus' missed you-- he whispered. He smells of green Apple,lemon and jasmine. Peter Leans down and closer in his Giant stature.

--'m sorry.

Laz shook his head and brought him closer. It was a cold and grey day,and Peter had gotten a bit nostalgic... So both visited the beach. But the sailor never meant to Keep his lover waiting for so long. There was a time where loneliness was his favorite food,but these days he cannot live without eating a good, oven baked piece of meat.

-- Lets go home-- Peter whispered. He slowly guides his boyfriend to the car and both get in. The radio fills the silence,at stoplights the pale haired Man looks at his lover zoning out on the rainy streets.

Winter worn me out like I was Prada

Threw up on me when the night was through

You can keep a dream in your mind

Only to find it's the hope that was killing you

But you arrived like sunlight in the gloom

And burned off the haze when the year was still new

He puts a cold hand on his thigh,stroking the stray bits of the ripped up jeans and thighs with his thumb. He can feel the body hair,so soft.

Peter knew this artist. Hozier,his lovers favorite. He still remembers when Laz went to see the singer in Argentina- Hes never seen his boyfriend so happy. After all it was his first concert ever,and his favorite artist all rolled up into one.

Keeping me going how you show up like July, July

And July is still coming

It's made real by the things that you do

And July, July

And July is still coming

Just knowing that it's getting me through

Laz sets a hand on his thigh after a while. He had to pull away because he was Driving,but his lover didnt have to. The younger Man squeezes his leg in reassurance. His warmth pressed through his dress pants.

--Something on your mind?--Peter asked.

--No,thankfully-- He answered. With university finals being done, the punk had a lot of free time. Time to rest,time to enjoy the silence.

And you can go to work

Until your disaster, babe

Build your temple the sound and stone

Put in all of their time only to find

By the end that your god has flown

Or all alone he sank like a stone

Took root where he fell and started to grow

A comfortable sigh leaves the sailor as both pull into the highway. Mostly empty this hour of the morning. Lazaro tries not to stare too much at his boyfriend, but hes unable. The grey light makes him look so soft,so handsome. His gloomy darkness,his past,its all so alluring.

Peter knew this. And he knows that without him he'd still be cold,and alone. It took so long to properly distance himself from The Lonely,but it was still an indulgence he gave himself when things were too much. Especially now that he actually works as a sailor with the Tundra as an actual cargo ship.

Laz had asked him once if he really enjoys being alone,or if solitude is all he has ever known and doesnt dare to go beyond that. He took one bite of the companionship,of the warmth and the love,and the prodigal son of the Lukas family fell with delight like Icarus to the sea.

He wouldnt admit it, but hes glad hes changed his mind.

Blooming beyond us like the promise of July, July

And July is still coming

It's made real by the things that you do

And July, July

And July is still coming

Just knowing that's getting me through

--Why are we stopping?-- Lazaro asked softly,seeing the car pulled to the side of the mostly empty road.

Peter doesnt say much else. He looms over his boyfriend and his Giant frame caged his. He smiles and gives him a kiss. Laz kisses back and feels the Seat be pulled down,and he goes down with it.

Soft,gentle kisses are placed on his lips. Salty sea water and sunken treasures,warmth after a cold day. A warm drink amidst the snow. Summer and winter.

--I love you-- Peter whispered against his mouth.

--i love you too.

Kisses and giggles fill the black,elegant and vintage car. The world becomes quiet to the two lovers who take just a little longer to go back home. Just a few more kisses. It wont hurt.

[kimmycup]

I just downloaded like twenty fics from KouriArashi.

I read "Cathedrals" in like... 2017? 2018? In the time I was in SH fandom and read it for Malec and didn't have a fucking CLUE who Sterek were besides characters from this funky little fic but Stiles and his suffering and insomnia were fucking AMAZING and the best part of it and like

That fic lived in my mind rent free for YEARS after this

Up until now

Now that years later I actually got into Teen Wolf fandom and wanted to reread it and got to check out other TW fics of theirs and got to see three fucking pages of fully completed long fics

Jesus Mary and Joseph I don't know what I did to deserve this but I WON AT FANDOM LIFE

[milleroptimism]

Relationship tags!

[crisispider]

❝ ER's not so bad. Scary rotation at first, suuuure. ❞ He's a resident now, it's whole thing that he knows he's working hard for. People that knew him before medical school which came after college (two whole things that surprised a lot of people even his wife Bobbi had been). Clint already knows where he's taking his medical career, trauma and emergency was where he was going to be best suited even if it was stitches; the influx of patients and rush needed for whatever came through those doors. Every year there's new third years but one Peter Parker was the guy that he got stuck with at least on today of days when the elevator decides to lock them in. It's not a dire emergency, no one was hurt; just Clint and Peter stuck in the elevator while they waited be gotten out.

❝ Actually ER's the only fun place besides Ortho; I won't be making my decision for a few more years but you gotta think of your speciality like it's the Bachelor. I'm down to the final two, deciding who I'm inviting to the fantasy suites; Ortho or Trauma and ER, and by the finale, I gotta propose to one at the end of the night. ❞ He pats the new third year medical student on the shoulder, gives him a grin. He's torn between the two, on one hand Ortho did get to break bones for living but ER's fast paced; kept him from getting bored.

❝ Think of it like you are dating everyone, even your residents and attendings. Date around, see what's out there. Sleep around with the ones that seem like they're a good roll in the sock. ❞ Best advice he could give to Peter.

( parker's anatomy au but the boys ✨️ the idea of Peter, medical student, and clint intern resident, and this is clint's advice to Peter is too funny for me )

@mastcrmarksman

Peter has no idea how he got here. Trapped in an elevator with the hot resident who was comparing picking a specialty to the BACHELOR of all things.

'What the fuck is your life Parker?'

To be fair, all things considered? Things could be worse, but that doesn't mean he wasn't trying to find ways to subtly wipe his hands on his pants because he couldn't get them to stop being clammy. But Clint was Clint in all the best ways.. and there was just something so comforting about him?

It was like the guy knew exactly what to say to just calm them down and to take all of the tension out of a situation, giving space for a person to breathe and just relax. So needless to say, Peter was feeling a range of emotions that he really didn't know what to do with, and all he had been trying to do was go home after an excruciatingly long shift, where he spent the entire time feeling like an absolute anxiety filled moron.

"I think you would make an phenomenal ER attending."

It slipped out.

Blurted out even.

But there was no taking it back now, and he found himself just staring like a deer in headlights at the VERY CLOSED doors in front of them. There was no escaping this level of mouth vomit that he managed to walk himself into.

"I-i just mean.. you are always so cool under pressure, and since there is a lot of face pace and high stress in the emergency room and that is a really important quality to hav- I'm shutting up." He barely managed to stop himself from babbling on and on, trying to dig himself out of that particular word vomit.

"I..um.. What i meant to say was.. I already know what specialties I'm going into. " Yes. He said that right. specialties, as in plural. He had double majored in medical school, and was ATTEMPTING two be in two separate intern programs. (Something he was only able to pull off because his parents had been well hospital legends. )

"Which is probably good.. because i would be TERRIBLE in a bachelor.

[rebornofstars]

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.  Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!  And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

i was tagged by @starwolfie! thank you!

my wiplist as of 30/8/24:

the cursebreaker

the primordials

strawberry

sing me to sleep

fruit bats (series)

lu hunger games au (series)

yestermorrow (name pending)

RIV DONT ASK ABOUT THIS ONE

stationary point

darkling i listen

out in the woods we rot

peter parker on reddit

200 hyoi pears

sepfember (yay!)

fan joy july (sadly i dont think it will ever be finished)

before the rain stops

cursebreaker!spirit

uhhhhh.... those are all my wips i guess..... hit me up if you wanna chat about them xx. i might have to be cryptic for some because of spoilers though... im gonna go grab some breakfast now and then get back to working on ch20 of cursebreaker hohohoho. love you guys 💞💞

and now for tagging time! the fun part! i can't remember who has already done this or not, so! no pressure to respond! @rosehipandroots @crazylittlejester @noorahqar @savimatteo2810 @jellyfishvibes @not-freyja @musical-chan @zarvasace @tashacee @a-manicured-lawn @artemistorm @serbii @nancyheart11 @across-violet-skies @needfantasticstories @elle-rosewater @anime-obsessed @hotcheetohatredwastaken .... if any of you are working on some juicy wips right now, please consider me SUPER interested 👀👀👀

[shiorimakibawrites]

Flare Up (Daredevil Fan Fic)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Asthmatic Reader

Summary: You have a flare up of asthma along with a cold. Matt takes care of you.

Warning(s): Descriptions of asthma and cold symptoms, fluff

Author's Note: The description of asthma is based on my own experience, including a flare up over the last couple of days.

Tagging: @itwasthereaminuteago

Flare Up

You woke up feeling terrible. Your entire torso ached like someone had been kicking you. That dull ache turned to pain when you started coughing. Deep, hacking coughs that felt like they lasted forever. When the fit was over, you were short of breath and feeling light-headed. But now you knew why your chest hurt so much. You had been coughing in your sleep. No matter you didn’t feel like you had slept at all and why your throat felt scrapped raw.

You tried to take a deep breath but that only made you cough again. It wasn’t as long as the previous bout of coughing but it still left you aching. You could hear the wheeze in each breath. You needed to use your inhalers. You sat up and turned toward your bedside table, opening the top drawer.

The first one you grabbed was the rescue inhaler. Holding it in your hand, you started giving it a good shake but had to pause to ride out another coughing fit. When it stopped, you finished giving the inhaler its shake. Raising it to your mouth, you took a breath at the same time as you pressed down on the canister. You took a few more breaths, then another puff from the inhaler.

You sat it down, grimacing. You hated the taste of the medicine. You were more neutral about the way it made your heart race and gave you the sensation that you were trembling even when you weren’t. But you accepted all of that for the easing of the tightness in your chest. It didn’t magically fix everything. You were still coughing. Your entire chest and back still hurt. The medicine in your rescue inhaler couldn’t really effect the inflammation deeper in your lungs.

If you kept having this much trouble breathing, you would do a breathing treatment. It was the same kind of medicine but the nebulizer machine helped it get further into your lungs. If you remembering what the doctor had told you correctly. You thought it might be a larger dose than your inhaler delivered but you couldn’t remember.

You grabbed your second inhaler, the maintenance one which held a different, longer-acting medicine. But when you pressed down on the canister, you got nothing. Feeling confused, you took a closer look and realized that it was out of doses. A quick check of drawer didn’t reveal a box with a new one in it. How, you had that prescription on auto-fill at the pharmacy . . . then you remembered. You had gotten the text telling you that your prescription was ready but had forgotten to go pick it up. It had been hectic week.

The opposing party had backed out of the pending settlement agreement at the last minute. One of their new case had Burke & Winthrop Associates on the other side – something that made all of you groan. Not because you couldn’t take them but because they were always a massive pain in the ass. Spider-Man’s girlfriend had been accused of punching a cop. Not that the cops knew about the girlfriend part but you did. This meant a certain amount of hovering from the aforementioned vigilante, both in and out of costume. Not because he didn’t trust Nelson & Murdock to help his girlfriend but because Peter, like Matt, was a worrier. It didn’t help that the ADA was dragging their feet about providing certain discovery materials – like the officer’s body cam footage . . .

His hovering had come in handy the other night when, due to some complicated series of events that you still weren’t clear on, something had started making a loud, ear-piercing shriek. The criminals, who hadn’t been expecting it either, had their hands clapped tightly over their ears. But Matt was completely down, writhing on the ground and almost biting off his tongue trying not to scream. Now Spider-Man wasn’t a huge fan of loud noises either but he darted over anyway. Got the noise stopped, webbed up the criminals, and hauled Matt back home. It took the rest of night for the resulting vicious migraine to subside.

You had felt a little off yesterday but you had chalked it up to being tired. It had been busy week. You had stayed up helping take care of Matt during his migraine. You had decided to stay the night in your apartment last night beside knowing that you slept better at Matt’s because you were still paying rent on the place and it seemed silly to never stay there . . .

You wrapped yourself up in your robe, put on a pair of fuzzy socks, and shuffled toward the kitchen. Hot drinks always eased your symptoms during an asthma flare up. The normally quick task of putting on coffee went slowly because the slightest hint of exertion left you feeling short of breath and brought on another coughing fit.

While the coffee brewed, you went into the bathroom. You hadn’t noticed it immediately – feeling like you could barely breath had understandably distracted you – but you might also gotten sick. You were a little congested. Your face felt tender across the top of your cheeks and forehead. There was feeling of pressure in your ears. All things you had experienced when you had a cold or similar infection. But sometimes seasonal allergies gave you the same symptoms.

Illness, allergies, or both could have easily triggered this flare up.

You took a pill for an allergy relief along with a multi-symptom cold. Unfortunately it was the last dose of cold medicine. You would have to get more before this one wore off. You were not looking forward to it. But maybe you could get some fresh lemons while you were getting your medicine. Hot tea with honey and lemon always felt so good on your throat when it was this sore. You had tea and honey but no lemons . . .

Your phone started ringing. It was, of course, nowhere close to you being still hooked onto the charger on the other side of the living room. You sighed and started heading toward it. You barely managed to reach it before it switched over to voicemail, not even bothering to look at the caller ID.

“Hello?” you said, wincing at how bad your voice sounded. Croaky as a frog.

“Sweetheart, you sound terrible.”

Matt. And he sounded like he had already slipped into worrywart mode.

“Matches how I feel,” you said, then winced for another reason. It hurt to talk.

“What’s wrong?”

“Asthma flare up,” you said. “Cold.”

You felt a tickle in your throat. You tried to swallow, to prevent the oncoming coughing fit and making Matt more worried than he already was. But you couldn’t stop it. Worse luck, it was a bad one. The coughs were deep, barking, seemed to have no end in sight. You couldn’t breath. Darkness crept into your vision and the room swayed . . . then it stopped. You could take a breath. A ragged, thin breath but a breath.

You leaned against the wall, rubbing your chest. That one really hurt. Your chest felt like it was on fire and your throat felt like you had tried to gurgle with glass. Tears pricked at your eyes . . .

Then you realized that you had dropped your phone. Bending down to pick it up didn’t help with your dizziness but you had to get it before Matt had an actual heart attack. As it was, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was already darting out of the door to parkour to your apartment.

You heard his fanatic voice before your phone got up to your ear.

“-heart, answer me!”

“I’m here,” you said. “I’m fine.”

“No, you aren’t,” he retorted.

Which was fair. Hearing your own voice – wheezy, faint, and croaky as a frog – you wouldn’t believe you either.

“I’m coming over.”

“Matt,” you started to protest, not wanting him to get sick, but was cut off by another bout of coughing. Not as bad or as long this time but so close on the heels on the previous one, it hurt just as bad. Some of the tears escaped your eyes.

“I’m coming over,” he repeated, his voice firm and unyielding. You gave up trying to argue. It would be a total waste of energy. You recognized that tone. Matt had found his hill. He was ready and willing to die on it.

“Okay,” you said.

“Have you used your inhalers?”

“Yes.”

He made annoyed noise. “Partial lie.”

“Used rescue inhaler,” you retorted.

“What about the other one?”

“Out of doses.”

“Don’t you have that on auto-fill?”

“Yes,” you said. “Forgot to pick it up.”

You swallowed, trying to sooth your throat. Your voice was getting rougher.

“I’ll get it,” he said. “Do you need anything else?”

“Medicine,” you said. “Lemon.”

“Get some rest sweetheart,” he said. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay,” you agreed. Rest sounded really good right now. Your bed had more pillows and blankets but the couch was much closer. You shuffled over to it, wrapped yourself in the cuddling blanket and sat down. You rested your head against the back and closed your eyes. You were just going to rest them for a moment . . .

You must have dozed off because the next thing you knew, the door to your apartment was opening to admit Matt, a shopping bag in his hand. Unless it was windy outside, you suspected that he had taken shortcuts getting here. His hair had that windblown quality you associated with him using his ninja skills while in his civilian grab.

“Hey Matty,” you said.

“Hey sweetheart,” he said back, giving you a little smile. It wasn’t his big smile, the one that lit up his entire face. He couldn’t smile like that when he was worried. “Your lungs sound even worse up close. Maybe you should go to the hospital.”

“No.”

“Sweetheart . . .”

“No,” you repeated but was prevented from elaborating by coughing. Which probably didn’t help your case. “Just gonna tell me to do what I’m gonna do here. Rest, breathing treatment, etc.”

He didn’t look convinced. You glared at him. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t see it. It was the principle of thing.

“I’ve had asthma since I was a baby,” you said. “I know the drill.”

“Alright,” he said, either surrendering or making a strategic retreat. Probably the later. You had little doubt that he felt like your home treatment wasn’t doing enough, going to the hospital would come back and this time it would not be negotiable. “Where is your nebulizer?”

You told him where to find it and the liquid medicine. Both of which he brought to you. While you set up the machine, you started feeling like you were forgetting something. Something important . . . you suddenly bolted upright as you remembered. “Court!”

“What?” Matt asked, confused by your sudden panic.

“I have court this morning,” you said. You looked at the clock and groaned. You’d never make to the courtroom in time. “I’m going to be late.”

“No, you aren’t,” Matt said, moving back into the living room. “I called Foggy on the way here. He’s going to cover you at the hearing and the appointments that Karen can’t reschedule.”

“Really?” you said.

“Really really,” he answered.

“What about your appointments, Mr. Murdock?”

“Karen’s working on it. She’ll let me know if I need to come in.”

That was that. You finished setting up the machine, opened the capsule of medicine and poured it into the cup. You screwed on the mouthpiece and flicked on the machine. A familiar, droning and hissing sound filled the air and soon steam began to appear around the mouthpiece. You put it in your mouth and dutifully inhaled the medicine. Despite the fact that it didn’t taste any better like this than it did in puffed form. And it dried out your mouth something awful.

But you were well aware that it was either do the breathing treatment here or at the hospital. You’d rather do it here, where you were comfortable. Matt surprised you by sitting down beside you. The nebulizer wasn’t exactly loud to your ears but it wasn’t whisper-quiet either. But if the noise or the smell of the medicine bothered him, he gave no sign of it. Just rubbed your sore back and sides with his big, warm hands until the treatment was done.

Soon afterward, you had a mug of hot tea with lemon and honey in your hands. Part of you wanted coffee but knew the tea would feel better on your throat. While you sipped the tea, Matt quietly suggested putting something on and cuddling on the couch. Which you thought was best idea he had ever had.

You decided to put on a series of nature documentary, ones about the oceans. There was something about watching pretty fish and other marine critters accompanied by soft-spoken narration that you found relaxing. And that pretty much set the pattern for the day. You watched a program about ocean animals, drank hot tea or ice water, and cuddled with Matt on the couch. Sometimes you dozed off. Sometimes you coughed again and Matt’s hands would rub your back until it was over.

You didn’t have to get a single drink. It seemed like you tried to get up for anything over than a trip to the bathroom, Matt was giving you the worried face. You hated the worried face. And you had almost no defense against his big hazel eyes looking sadly at you. It helped that you didn’t really want to argue with him about pampering you all day anyway.

That pampering had extended to the hot shower you decided to take partway through the day in hopes of feeling less like crud. With how much your chest still ached, it was nice not to have to bend down to soap up your legs. Through seeing Matt on his knees in front of you, nearly naked, while the water poured down around you, gave you certain thoughts. Thoughts that you made a mental note to revisit when you felt better.

Matt washing your hair and massage your scalp eased discomfort that you hadn’t entirely realized was there until it was gone. The oversized tee shirt and sweatpants he grabbed didn’t match but you couldn’t care less. They were some of your softest, most comfortable clothing and that was more important than matching.

After Matt had dried himself off and redressed, you took the opportunity to hug him. While surprised, it didn’t take him long to return the hug.

“I love you,” you said softly, burrowing your face into his chest. His arms tightened around you, holding you closer.

“I love you too,” he said. Low and quiet, almost like he was afraid that if he said it too loud, that if anyone beside you heard how much he cared, that something awful would happen. Your arms did their own tightening.

You didn’t know how long you both stood there, in your little bubble of lingering steam and whispered confessions, before your stomach decided to ruin the mode by growling loudly. You felt your face flush but Matt just chuckled.

“Lunch?” he offered.

“Good idea,” you said.

Lunch ended up being potato soup, fresh from your favorite cafe and delivered by Karen. She let Matt know that she had managed to rearrange his schedule so he didn’t need to come in. Foggy sent the message that he hoped you were feeling better and not to order dinner since that mother would be sending over her famous chicken noodle soup. You hadn’t had it yet but Matt swore it was delicious.

He was right. It was delicious. Not complicated but it was amazing how good something could taste if made from fresh ingredients. The pumpkin cookies that she also sent along tasted just as good.

‘Being sick will always suck,’ you mused as you dozed on the couch, snuggled in Matt’s arms. ‘But sometime it doesn’t completely suck.’

Still, you felt like you should apologize a week later when Matt came down with your cold.

[padfootscoldleathers]

ladies, gents, bents, non-conformants!

welcome welcome one and all to me posting about my fic and welcome to my mailbox if you want to send me stuff you'd like to see in the fic (i will consider them even if they dont make it to the fic)

this is a band au for the marauders era BUT the original marauders are not the band. let me explain. also i want to preface by apologising because i just jump from character to character w the povs so

Moths to a Spotlight: Sirius, Peter, Marlene, Dorcas (no band name yet so shoot your shot if you want to)

the marauders era characters have a LOT of different roles here. Regulus and Pandora are ballet dancers, Mary and Peter grew up together & met Remus in highschool in America and did music but now Mary and Remus are like what billie is to finneas? (also i made Remus southern) Alice is a ball of whimsy and the next artist of our time painting only in vibrant and swelling colours BUT has one singular monochrome painting and i'll explain later. Evan manages Mary and Remus and MINERVA, queen that she is, is basically the band's mother/manager. fluffy black brothers!! oh, and andromeda is dead. whaaaat who said that

i know what you're thinking "where the fuck is james?? lily?? barty??" heh heh WELL you're not gonna like this. lily is the villain here and not in a good way. it was a VERY toxic marylily and lily is the Casual girl (chappell roan) ANYWAAAY you're gonna see a LOT of that BUT she does have her redemption arc. i think. maybe.

barty broke up with sirius right before they went on tour, a couple months before the beginning of the fic. they grew up together, its very bittersweet, might give you heartburn. AGAIN redemption arc.

and uh the jegulus here will just slap you in the face

OR. Mary and Sirius break up with Lily and Barty respectively and have to figure out how to clean up the mess from here only to be slapped in the face with new love interests. Mary joins Sirius' band as an opener for the european leg of their world tour and along the way finds that to love someone isnt pouring all of yourself down their drain hoping they'll eventually be satisfied but to be respected, remembered and cared for. While Sirius slowly falls head over heels for an oblivious Remus who joined Mary on the tour. At every stop it becomes more and more obvious until finally Sirius, a rockstar, ends up performing a sweet love song completely different from his music style as a love confession with help of Peter.

ch. 1

don't worry guys, every couple shall get their minute of fame

basically the journey of their lives together. they find love, they find FRIENDSHIP, they find beauty in the little things, they find laughter and peace and passion. this entire fic for me was to discover all the little things, the day to day things that makes life what it is. the shitty things people do and how they can come back from that. it's filled with jokes and family and bittersweet memories, pain and heartache and stretched silences. its all those moments you weave into stories to tell when you're old on a porch swing or young in a rocking chair. its their life.

ships & sexualities (let me cook)

alice - aroace bi

peter - asexual bi

mary - bisexual

pandora - pansexual

remus - bisexual

sirius - the gayest man to ever gay

regulus - transmasc gay

james - demispec pansexual

dorcas - lesbian

marlene - demisexual lesbian

lily - "not a lesbian"

barty - aroallo

evan - transmasc ace bi

mary x pandora = bitterhope/pandamary/ rosemary (my roman empire)

pending* peter x alice = palice (most beautiful qpr to ever qpr in the marauders era)

sirius x remus = wolfstar

regulus x james = sunseeker

dorcas x marlene = dorlene (they need something cooler)

evan x barty = rosekiller (gonna happen eventually though i kinda just dunno how)

i'm going to post in snips on this blog until i figure out the ao3 tags etc. main blog: @morallyundefined

@moonyswarmsweaters @sspadfoot @thingthatoncewastruee @babygirlsteddie @probs-reading

@labyrinthhofmymind @percabeth-trash @drunktayloratthevmas @cheekyboybeth

@starving-marauder-lover @yourlocalbadgerscales @taleofapart-timepoet @mirrs-ball

@tea-blankets-andstars @where-is-vivian @amberlink @wastingawayinmyroom @ashes-to-ashesxx

@equippedtolove @moon-girl88 @starregulus @siriusly-insane @jamespotterbbg

[macrodatum]

au list.

mainverse: set in severance canon, untagged. any threads exploring minor canon divergence in his history also go here. as long as mark is doing things that can believably be done as an employee of lumon industries, it goes in his mainverse.

no lumon au: tag pending. the death of gemma leaves mark too devastated to continue work as a professor at ganz college. though the idea of working a severed job at lumon tempts him, in the end mark starts running a secondhand bookstore with his best friend, peter kilmer, instead.

permanent innie au: #permainnie. mark s. is lumon's golden boy at macrodata refinement, and is so good at it he's all they need to accomplish mysterious and important work. upon being hired, mark scout opted to sleep forever, so mark s. is awake 24/7 in lumon's basement instead.

physical refiner au: #visceral qualities. mark refines the four tempers of human souls for lumon industries in a very physical way. cw for body horror, tentacles, monster sex, whatever.

modern fantasy au: tag pending. info page pending. in his studies of history, mark discovers magic, its subsets of light and dark magic, and the societies dedicated to keeping the balance between them. as he makes discoveries hidden beneath the veneer of the real world, it changes him inside, so much so that an uncontrollable surge of power creates a severed version of him: proficient in ancient, dimensional magic in ways his regular self can't handle.

vampire au: #laws of equivalence. info page pending.

high fantasy au: #heavy is the crown. info page pending.

psl list.

it's not living if it's not with you: private verse with @bloodypuzzle. mark has gone through the trials and tribulations of graduate school, fatherhood, and some murder on the side with the reptilian love of his life. nobody dies (except some shady fucks and child abusers) and everything is all right.

my rot is as hungry as me: private verse with @dandylionsden's nealie. after losing his parents and his sister in swift succession, loneliness drives mark to take all his rage and misery out on his sister's best friend-- who he is, incidentally, also in love with.

the more it hurts the less it shows: private verse with @stingslikeabee. mark is the human predator, a sideshow freak who sold himself to the circus at a young age to get money for his family. he's polite enough when sober, but near feral in the wake of violence.

if they ask me i'm with you: private verse with @thisiamowed. after the overtime contingency, mark goes through with quitting his job at lumon. harmony asks him to run away with her, and he says yes. and continues to say yes, over and over and over again.

it's you i welcome death with: private verse with @devilscheck. foolish, selfish decisions turn college student mark scout into a player in one of the infamous jigsaw killer's games. but in every raincloud there's a silver lining, and his comes in the form of surviving with jennifer check. together.

[voidselfshipp]

T//M//A f/os Moodboards!

Jonathan//Elias

Michael//Gerard//Peter

->only mutuals allowed to reblog

[lesmisletters-daily]

The Wisdom Of Tholomyès

Les Mis Letters reading club explores one chapter of Les Misérables every day. Join us on Discord, Substack - or share your thoughts right here on tumblr - today's tag is #lm 1.3.7

In the meantime, while some sang, the rest talked together tumultuously all at once; it was no longer anything but noise. Tholomyès intervened.

“Let us not talk at random nor too fast,” he exclaimed. “Let us reflect, if we wish to be brilliant. Too much improvisation empties the mind in a stupid way. Running beer gathers no froth. No haste, gentlemen. Let us mingle majesty with the feast. Let us eat with meditation; let us make haste slowly. Let us not hurry. Consider the springtime; if it makes haste, it is done for; that is to say, it gets frozen. Excess of zeal ruins peach-trees and apricot-trees. Excess of zeal kills the grace and the mirth of good dinners. No zeal, gentlemen! Grimod de la Reynière agrees with Talleyrand.”

A hollow sound of rebellion rumbled through the group.

“Leave us in peace, Tholomyès,” said Blachevelle.

“Down with the tyrant!” said Fameuil.

“Bombarda, Bombance, and Bambochel!” cried Listolier.

“Sunday exists,” resumed Fameuil.

“We are sober,” added Listolier.

“Tholomyès,” remarked Blachevelle, “contemplate my calmness [<i>mon calme</i>].”

“You are the Marquis of that,” retorted Tholomyès.

This mediocre play upon words produced the effect of a stone in a pool. The Marquis de Montcalm was at that time a celebrated royalist. All the frogs held their peace.

“Friends,” cried Tholomyès, with the accent of a man who had recovered his empire, “Come to yourselves. This pun which has fallen from the skies must not be received with too much stupor. Everything which falls in that way is not necessarily worthy of enthusiasm and respect. The pun is the dung of the mind which soars. The jest falls, no matter where; and the mind after producing a piece of stupidity plunges into the azure depths. A whitish speck flattened against the rock does not prevent the condor from soaring aloft. Far be it from me to insult the pun! I honor it in proportion to its merits; nothing more. All the most august, the most sublime, the most charming of humanity, and perhaps outside of humanity, have made puns. Jesus Christ made a pun on St. Peter, Moses on Isaac, Æschylus on Polynices, Cleopatra on Octavius. And observe that Cleopatra’s pun preceded the battle of Actium, and that had it not been for it, no one would have remembered the city of Toryne, a Greek name which signifies a ladle. That once conceded, I return to my exhortation. I repeat, brothers, I repeat, no zeal, no hubbub, no excess; even in witticisms, gayety, jollities, or plays on words. Listen to me. I have the prudence of Amphiaraüs and the baldness of Cæsar. There must be a limit, even to rebuses. <i>Est modus in rebus</i>.

“There must be a limit, even to dinners. You are fond of apple turnovers, ladies; do not indulge in them to excess. Even in the matter of turnovers, good sense and art are requisite. Gluttony chastises the glutton, <i>Gula punit Gulax</i>. Indigestion is charged by the good God with preaching morality to stomachs. And remember this: each one of our passions, even love, has a stomach which must not be filled too full. In all things the word <i>finis</i> must be written in good season; self-control must be exercised when the matter becomes urgent; the bolt must be drawn on appetite; one must set one’s own fantasy to the violin, and carry one’s self to the post. The sage is the man who knows how, at a given moment, to effect his own arrest. Have some confidence in me, for I have succeeded to some extent in my study of the law, according to the verdict of my examinations, for I know the difference between the question put and the question pending, for I have sustained a thesis in Latin upon the manner in which torture was administered at Rome at the epoch when Munatius Demens was quæstor of the Parricide; because I am going to be a doctor, apparently it does not follow that it is absolutely necessary that I should be an imbecile. I recommend you to moderation in your desires. It is true that my name is Félix Tholomyès; I speak well. Happy is he who, when the hour strikes, takes a heroic resolve, and abdicates like Sylla or Origenes.”

Favourite listened with profound attention.

“Félix,” said she, “what a pretty word! I love that name. It is Latin; it means prosper.”

Tholomyès went on:—

“Quirites, gentlemen, caballeros, my friends. Do you wish never to feel the prick, to do without the nuptial bed, and to brave love? Nothing more simple. Here is the receipt: lemonade, excessive exercise, hard labor; work yourself to death, drag blocks, sleep not, hold vigil, gorge yourself with nitrous beverages, and potions of nymphæas; drink emulsions of poppies and agnus castus; season this with a strict diet, starve yourself, and add thereto cold baths, girdles of herbs, the application of a plate of lead, lotions made with the subacetate of lead, and fomentations of oxycrat.”

“I prefer a woman,” said Listolier.

“Woman,” resumed Tholomyès; “distrust her. Woe to him who yields himself to the unstable heart of woman! Woman is perfidious and disingenuous. She detests the serpent from professional jealousy. The serpent is the shop over the way.”

“Tholomyès!” cried Blachevelle, “you are drunk!”

“Pardieu,” said Tholomyès.

“Then be gay,” resumed Blachevelle.

“I agree to that,” responded Tholomyès.

And, refilling his glass, he rose.

“Glory to wine! <i>Nunc te, Bacche, canam!</i> Pardon me ladies; that is Spanish. And the proof of it, señoras, is this: like people, like cask. The arrobe of Castille contains sixteen litres; the cantaro of Alicante, twelve; the almude of the Canaries, twenty-five; the cuartin of the Balearic Isles, twenty-six; the boot of Tzar Peter, thirty. Long live that Tzar who was great, and long live his boot, which was still greater! Ladies, take the advice of a friend; make a mistake in your neighbor if you see fit. The property of love is to err. A love affair is not made to crouch down and brutalize itself like an English serving-maid who has callouses on her knees from scrubbing. It is not made for that; it errs gayly, our gentle love. It has been said, error is human; I say, error is love. Ladies, I idolize you all. O Zéphine, O Joséphine, face more than irregular, you would be charming were you not all askew. You have the air of a pretty face upon which some one has sat down by mistake. As for Favourite, O nymphs and muses! one day when Blachevelle was crossing the gutter in the Rue Guérin-Boisseau, he espied a beautiful girl with white stockings well drawn up, which displayed her legs. This prologue pleased him, and Blachevelle fell in love. The one he loved was Favourite. O Favourite, thou hast Ionian lips. There was a Greek painter named Euphorion, who was surnamed the painter of the lips. That Greek alone would have been worthy to paint thy mouth. Listen! before thee, there was never a creature worthy of the name. Thou wert made to receive the apple like Venus, or to eat it like Eve; beauty begins with thee. I have just referred to Eve; it is thou who hast created her. Thou deservest the letters-patent of the beautiful woman. O Favourite, I cease to address you as ‘thou,’ because I pass from poetry to prose. You were speaking of my name a little while ago. That touched me; but let us, whoever we may be, distrust names. They may delude us. I am called Félix, and I am not happy. Words are liars. Let us not blindly accept the indications which they afford us. It would be a mistake to write to Liège for corks, and to Pau for gloves. Miss Dahlia, were I in your place, I would call myself Rosa. A flower should smell sweet, and woman should have wit. I say nothing of Fantine; she is a dreamer, a musing, thoughtful, pensive person; she is a phantom possessed of the form of a nymph and the modesty of a nun, who has strayed into the life of a grisette, but who takes refuge in illusions, and who sings and prays and gazes into the azure without very well knowing what she sees or what she is doing, and who, with her eyes fixed on heaven, wanders in a garden where there are more birds than are in existence. O Fantine, know this: I, Tholomyès, I am an illusion; but she does not even hear me, that blond maid of Chimeras! as for the rest, everything about her is freshness, suavity, youth, sweet morning light. O Fantine, maid worthy of being called Marguerite or Pearl, you are a woman from the beauteous Orient. Ladies, a second piece of advice: do not marry; marriage is a graft; it takes well or ill; avoid that risk. But bah! what am I saying? I am wasting my words. Girls are incurable on the subject of marriage, and all that we wise men can say will not prevent the waistcoat-makers and the shoe-stitchers from dreaming of husbands studded with diamonds.

Well, so be it; but, my beauties, remember this, you eat too much sugar. You have but one fault, O woman, and that is nibbling sugar. O nibbling sex, your pretty little white teeth adore sugar. Now, heed me well, sugar is a salt. All salts are withering. Sugar is the most desiccating of all salts; it sucks the liquids of the blood through the veins; hence the coagulation, and then the solidification of the blood; hence tubercles in the lungs, hence death. That is why diabetes borders on consumption. Then, do not crunch sugar, and you will live. I turn to the men: gentlemen, make conquest, rob each other of your well-beloved without remorse. Chassez across. In love there are no friends. Everywhere where there is a pretty woman hostility is open. No quarter, war to the death! a pretty woman is a <i>casus belli</i>; a pretty woman is flagrant misdemeanor. All the invasions of history have been determined by petticoats. Woman is man’s right. Romulus carried off the Sabines; William carried off the Saxon women; Cæsar carried off the Roman women. The man who is not loved soars like a vulture over the mistresses of other men; and for my own part, to all those unfortunate men who are widowers, I throw the sublime proclamation of Bonaparte to the army of Italy: “Soldiers, you are in need of everything; the enemy has it.”

Tholomyès paused.

“Take breath, Tholomyès,” said Blachevelle.

At the same moment Blachevelle, supported by Listolier and Fameuil, struck up to a plaintive air, one of those studio songs composed of the first words which come to hand, rhymed richly and not at all, as destitute of sense as the gesture of the tree and the sound of the wind, which have their birth in the vapor of pipes, and are dissipated and take their flight with them. This is the couplet by which the group replied to Tholomyès’ harangue:—

“The father turkey-cocks so grave

Some money to an agent gave,

That master good Clermont-Tonnerre

Might be made pope on Saint Johns’ day fair.

But this good Clermont could not be

Made pope, because no priest was he;

And then their agent, whose wrath burned,

With all their money back returned.”

This was not calculated to calm Tholomyès’ improvisation; he emptied his glass, filled, refilled it, and began again:—

“Down with wisdom! Forget all that I have said. Let us be neither prudes nor prudent men nor prudhommes. I propose a toast to mirth; be merry. Let us complete our course of law by folly and eating! Indigestion and the digest. Let Justinian be the male, and Feasting, the female! Joy in the depths! Live, O creation! The world is a great diamond. I am happy. The birds are astonishing. What a festival everywhere! The nightingale is a gratuitous Elleviou. Summer, I salute thee! O Luxembourg! O Georgics of the Rue Madame, and of the Allée de l’Observatoire! O pensive infantry soldiers! O all those charming nurses who, while they guard the children, amuse themselves! The pampas of America would please me if I had not the arcades of the Odéon. My soul flits away into the virgin forests and to the savannas. All is beautiful. The flies buzz in the sun. The sun has sneezed out the humming bird. Embrace me, Fantine!”

He made a mistake and embraced Favourite.

[yeyinde]

thank you for tagging me @cordeliawhohung and @vanderilnde ! i'm tagging @ivymarquis @cosmicpro @when-pigsfly @eilidh-eternal @ethereal-night-fairy and anyone else who wants to participate!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 40

2. What's your total Ao3 word count? 692,024

3. What fandoms do you write for? cod right now. slashers. predator. six. i have planned fics for John Wick, JJK, RDR2, Far Cry 5, Top Gun. nothing really put me in the same horrifying chokehold as cod, though.

4. Top five by kudos body electric, baby, (don't) fear the reaper, riptide, in undertow, past and pending

5. Do you respond to comments? i try to. i just never know what to say.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? i don't really do angsty endings, but probs down to the marrow. it was meant to be read as an "oh, no..." sorta fic. on the flipside since it's in Soap's pov.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? ahhhhhhh. when your need grows teeth? i think those two freaks got exactly what they wanted lmao

8. Do you get hate on fics? sometimes. rarely on AO3. mostly just asks on tumblr. and almost always about my prose as if i wasn't writing exclusively from Giovanni's room lmao or my use of rare/big words. getting Purple Prose Queen was a highlight, though.

9. Do you write smut? i've been known to dabble

10. Craziest crossover. i took at stab at Joe "Bear" Graves x Reader x John Price because of an ask once. it was never posted because i got bored editing it so it'll rot in my "stuff i am too lazy to fix and post" folder forever. but other than that, idk. i prefer aus.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? nope.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? no.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? naur. it sounds fun, though.

14. All time favorite ship? hard to pick, but probs Brittany/Santana. or Spider-Man/Deadpool. Icarus/Apollo. Iwaizumi Hajime x ME!!!! Ulquiorra/Orihime. Stiles/Peter. most recently, Reylo. Itadori/Sukuna.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? it's called: freefall :/

16. What are your writing strengths? flow. i used to go to a lot of poetry readings/open mic nights and think i developed a pretty solid feel for how to make things flow nicely. pacing and direction (i take a lot of inspo from my favourite directors and try to add elements of their films/style into my writing). ignoring grammar/punctuation. experimenting. trickery/masking. sneaking animism and anthropomorphism into my writing.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? god. a lot. punctuation. grammar. overuse of metaphors. big words. misusing words. dialogue. action. brevity. consistency. tone. characterisation. my stuff tends to meander, i find.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language? no real opinion, tbh.

19. First fandom you wrote in? mythology. i wrote an ungodly amount of Hades/Persephone from 12-14.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written? uhhhhhhhhhh. sea fever. baby, (don't) fear the reaper.

[in-flvx]

Snippet time

I got tagged by @strugglequill and @pinklume, thank you!! Here the newest part of Jily Roadtrip [name pending] with a new POV

James had been looking forward to Hogwarts ever since he got his new glasses.

He looks good. There is no question there. The Bombay sun had tanned him in a way the british one has never been able to, and he has a whole lot of new clothes that make him look wordly and chill. His hair has grown out enough that it doesn't look like he had been jinxed, but now frame his face in wild curls.

He looks good!

And he couldn't wait to show his new look to the world. Maybe Lily would fall head over heels for him, and he would get to tell her that his heart belongs to another. He wants to show his wandless skills to Peter and see just how much Peter admires him. And he'd get to be close to Sirius again and feel like his soul is whole again.

No pressure tag to @plecotusauritus, @lovelymasks and @heartofspells and to anyone who wants to share <3

[tmnt-oc-comp]

WINNERS OF ROUND 1

Hello all! The bracket has been updated as of now but i'll include a tumblr version just in case! (the bracket didn't allow ties so i had to edit a bit but it should be fine)

Round 1A Winners (and who they'll be up against next round):

Luci VS. Artika and Rook

Arya Peteotica VS. Sandro

Runna O'Crest and Jason "Jay" Peters VS. Blight & Junior and Thunderfrog

Steve VS. Kaboom

Round 1B Winners (and who they'll be up against next round):

Damien VS. Asha

Nova and Scylla Rion VS. Turtle Stockman

Miki VS. Biblically Accurate Donnatello

Ishida Miyamoto VS. Jay

-TEAMS MAY CHOOSE TEAM NAMES IF BOTH PARTIES CHOOSE-

please notify me if a team name has been chosen! either in the tmnt oc comp discord or through tumblr dms or the ask box!

Updated Bracket:

Creator tagging (in order):

@turtle-trash

@annonimous1000

@squibbles-gubwee

@justadoll

@leo-kinnie

@lordfreg

@dragonartist56

@tomatoshapedstars

@midwinterhunt

-steves creator, @ pending as @leftover-puppet has deleted their account-

@mobiitez

@shadowoffandoms

@troubleshade

@hallowfan

@alexcant578

@the-unicorn-system

@lilmerh

@harveylikestoart

@lackablazeical

@shittygaypornmagazine

[izzysarchivedblogs]

special verse tag drop. mostly my ship verses.

closed -> not open for outside interaction, besides some anon asks about this verse semi-open -> open to some outside interaction, asks, and anons about this verse open -> open verse for interaction and requesting single ship -> this verse is single ship, meaning only one romantic ship for the character w/ another character established, but may be an open verse for other interaction. this will only be from my end / the case for my end / not expected the same from my partner. this is just for me.

verse; clint barton; who shares your burdens (mrtonystark) // a mostly closed verse in which most of 616 is canon, and look y'all have seen the 1200+ note thread. @mr-tony-stark and i go ham on plotting and writing. so i just wanted a verse tag, and like if anons wanted to ask clint questions in that verse, i'd accept them, but otherwise it's a closed verse. but i am absolutely in love with ironhawk and how much, we write and plot together <3 i love you <3

verse; clint barton; how many more chances can i have with you (biitchcakes) // a semi-open verse, in which Clint is in a relationships with @biitchcakes - look, i just wanna gush about what Aurora and I have plotted, like I have already outlined the 2 major breakups and 1 break, and the 4 times that Clint and Jess are fools who get back together. It's relatively canon divergent in 616 event, and like y'all, Clint and Jess' West Coast Era is amazing, also Leftovers we need to write Leftovers . . . and the way i could write a netflix tv show about their west coast era, and then civil war 2 but make it more government vs. heroes and make it sad for clintjess.

verse; clint barton; entangled to a loser like me (crisispider) // a semi-open verse, in which Clint is in a relationship with @crisispider - incorporates both 616 and spiderverse events into the fold, and clint and peter are absolutely just two golden retriever boyfriends together.

verse; clint barton; how can i watch you fade (crisispider) // a closed verse with @crisispider, in which i mess around with hawkeye: blindspot concept, and really just here to torture peter and mel

verse; clint barton; to boldly go (ss; crisispider) // an open, single ship (on my end) STAR TREK AU, i have a whole write up for Clint's Star Trek au, and I've considered this verse single ship w/ Mel's Peter; but otherwise it's very open to interaction and being requested. Clint's just your unhinged helmsman who sows chaos into all of starfleet/the federation :) [ here is the written up verse information to read ]

verse; linda carter; to heal across the stars (thefleetsfinest) // an open, single ship (on my end only) STAR TREK AU, for Linda Carter, whom is now a cardiac surgeon aboard the Enterprise. On my side, not Mel's side, I am only writing one romantic ship in the Star Trek setting/au and that's with Mel's @thefleetsfinest. Very dedicated woman to medicine and well-being of the crew. [ verse write up pending ]

verse; pepper potts; captain of her own (uss unreliable) // an open star trek au verse, in which Pepper hot off the heels of being the infamous Captain Tony Stark's first officer (of which there's is many rumors surrounding him), has been promoted and now is Captain Potts of the USS Unreliable. . . . her first officer being Steve Rogers (@liibertysdream) of whom is a former captain himself (rumors surrounding him as well, oh no pepper what are you doing). She was communications and command before hand, with prior goals of managing a starbase or colony, now being made Captain of a ship.

[avida-heidia-5]

{ My Archive Of Our Own Fanfic & Podfic List }

LAST UPDATED: 16th June 2025!

For anyone who wants to read my fanfics and listen to my podfics, they are all here! Just so you don’t have to keep going backwards and forwards trying to find them all individually.

Keep an eye out for any updates and please heed the tags before diving into my fics and podfics!

❤︎₊ ⊹ Pairings I Support (F1 RPF Edition): ⋆˙⟡♡

{Key:}

/ = Ship | & = Friendship

F1 Drivers:

Sebastian Vettel ships I support: Martian/Sebmark (Mark Webber), Simi (Kimi Räikkönen), Sebchal (Charles Leclerc), Sebson (Jenson Button), Vettonso (Fernando Alonso), Smick (Mick Schumacher) - platonic only!, Sebtom (Tommi Pärmäkoski), Seikki (Heikki Huovinen), Antti Kontsas

Charlos < Charles Leclerc / Carlos Sainz Jr.

Chalex < Charles Leclerc /& Alex Albon

Choscar < Charles Leclerc /& Oscar Piastri

Carcar < Carlos Sainz Jr. & Oscar Piastri

Carbono < Carlos Sainz Jr. /& Alex Albon

Zhottas < Zhou Guanyu & Valtteri Bottas

Buttonso < Jenson Button / Fernando Alonso

Butter < Jenson Button /& Mark Webber

Webbonso < Mark Webber / Fernando Alonso

Fisinando < Giancarlo Fisichella /& Fernando Alonso

Trullonso < Jarno Trulli /& Fernando Alonso

Haasbands < Kevin Magnussen & Nico Hülkenberg

Bearcon < Esteban Ocon /& Ollie Bearman

Bearnelli < Ollie Bearman & Kimi Antonelli

F1 Drivers + WAGs:

💍 Prattel < Sebastian Vettel / Hanna Prater

💍 Virtönen < Kimi Räikkönen / Minttu Virtanen

Alex Albon /& Lily Muni He

Valtteri Bottas /& Tiffany Cromwell

F1 Drivers + Engineers:

Socky < Sebastian Vettel /& Guillaume “Rocky” Rocquelin

Chozzi < Charles Leclerc / Bryan Bozzi

Shovson < Jenson Button /& Andrew Shovlin

Blewis < Lewis Hamilton & Peter “Bono” Bonnington

Mark Webber/Ciaron Pilbeam

❤︎₊ ⊹ Other Pairings I Support: ⋆˙⟡♡

Fedal (Roger Federer / Rafael Nadal) - Tennis RPF

Blackbonnet (Blackbeard aka Edward Teach / Stede Bonnet) - Our Flag Means Death

Freylin (Freya / Merlin) - BBC's Merlin

Gwerthur (Arthur / Gwen/Guinevere) - BBC's Merlin

Merthur (Merlin /& Arthur) - BBC's Merlin

Zelink (Link /& Zelda) - The Legend of Zelda video game series

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🏎️💨 Sports: 🏁

Formula 1:

• Miracles Happen at the Right Place at the Right Time | AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Oneshot | Sebastian Vettel, Lando Norris

⚠️ Crash TW!

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• As Drunk As A Finnish Brown Bear | AO3 Link | Tumblr Link (pending)

Multi-Chapter [1/2] (Ch. 2 pending) | Kimi Räikkönen, Sebastian Vettel, Hanna Prater & Minttu Virtanen

Ship (Simi, Prattel - Seb/Hanna Prater, Virtönen - Kimi R/Minttu Virtanen)

⚠️ Alcohol centric!

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• My Soul Begs For Your Return | AO3 Link | Tumblr Link (pending)

Oneshot | Charles Leclerc, Jules Bianchi

⚠️ Crash mention

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• For The Sake Of Nature | AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Multi-Chapter [1/9] (Ch. 2 pending) | Mark Webber, Sebastian Vettel

Ship (Martian)

⚠️ Scenes of a sexual nature in later chapters. (18+!!!)

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• "We Won It! Finally!" | AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

300 Word Drabble | Charles Leclerc

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• A Toast For A Lovely Old Goat | AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Oneshot | Sebastian Vettel, Lewis Hamilton

Ship (Sewis)

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• In Another World With My Eyes Closed | [F1 Big Bang 2024] | AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Oneshot | Charles Leclerc, Sebastian Vettel

Ship (Sebchal)

⚠️ Mentions of blood and injury details, disturbing imagery, and one scene involving drug abuse.

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• A Silent Ocean [Podfic] | AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Oneshot | Oscar Piastri, Zhou Guanyu

Ship (Piastri/Zhou, Zhottas)

Podfic adaptation of Jak_the_ATAT’s fanfic of the same name, which can be found here.

⚠️ Death mention and discussions of family abandonment

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• Dear Kimi | [25 Days Of Simi 2024] | AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Oneshot | Sebastian Vettel, Kimi Räikkönen

Ship (Simi)

⚠️ Alcohol mention

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• Put All Your Troubles In A Suitcase | [CFC Exchange 2024] | AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Oneshot | Mark Webber, David Coulthard

Ship (Coulthard/Webber)

⚠️ Brief alcohol mention

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• What Christmas Means To A Wolf | [F1 Fic Secret Santa 2024] | AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Oneshot | Sebastian Vettel, Kimi Räikkönen

Ship (Simi)

(⬆️ Accidentally labelled as Anonymous!)

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• Fine Fettle Vettel | AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Oneshot | Sebastian Vettel, Guillaume “Rocky” Rocquelin, Mark Webber

Ship (Socky - Seb/Rocky, Martian)

⚠️ Eating disorder (of sorts), weight loss

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• Feed Me Under The Full Moon | [Simi Fest 2025 - AU Bingo] | AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Oneshot | Sebastian Vettel, Kimi Räikkönen

Ship (Simi, Minor or Background Relationship(s))

⚠️ Gore, blood drinking, alcohol, cardiophilia/heartbeat kink

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• Seeing Red, Then Seeing Pink | [Simi Fest 2025 - AU Bingo] | AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Oneshot | Sebastian Vettel, Kimi Räikkönen

Ship (Simi)

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• Don't Go Yet, Stay With Me For A Little Longer | [Simi Fest 2025 - AU Bingo] | AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Oneshot | Sebastian Vettel, Kimi Räikkönen

Ship (Simi)

⚠️ Cardiophilia/heartbeat kink

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• Hearts Beat Faster In The Cold | [Simi Fest 2025 - AU Bingo] | AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Oneshot | Sebastian Vettel, Kimi Räikkönen

Ship (Simi)

⚠️ Cardiophilia/heartbeat kink

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• Charlie Mine, Don’t You Cry | AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Oneshot | Sebastian Vettel, Charles Leclerc

Ship (Sebchal)

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• World Championship Glory At Last! | [Simi Fest 2025 - AU Bingo] | AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Oneshot | Sebastian Vettel, Kimi Räikkönen, Maurizio Arrivabene, Riccardo Adami

Ship (Simi)

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• PILLOW FIGHT!!! | AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Oneshot | Jarno Trulli, Fernando Alonso

Ship (Trullonso)

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• 5 Is The Magic Number | [Simi Fest 2025 - AU Bingo] | AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Multi-chapter [1/?] (Ch. 2 pending) | Kimi Räikkönen, Sebastian Vettel (More characters and tags pending)

Ship (Simi)

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• Hungry Kisses From A Hungry Mister | [Simi Fest 2025 - AU Bingo] | AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Oneshot | Sebastian Vettel, Kimi Räikkönen

Ship (Simi)

⚠️ Mature content! Mild sexual content! Tummy kink, hunger kink.

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• [MARCHTIAN 2025 fics: Little Did I Know (⚠️ Major character death) | Proving A Point | Peace And... Quiet? ]

Oneshots | Mark Webber, Sebastian Vettel

Ship (Martian)

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• Shaken | [F1 Rare Pair Fest 2025] | AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Oneshot | Giancarlo Fisichella, Fernando Alonso

Ship (Fisinando)

⚠️ Crash TW!

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• Breakfast In Bed And A Heartbeat Against Your Ear | AO3 Link |

Oneshot | Sebastian Vettel, Kimi Räikkönen

Ship (Simi)

⚠️ Cardiophilia/Heartbeat kink

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• A Viking's Goodbye | AO3 Link |

300+ Word Drabble | Kevin Magnussen

Ship (Haasbands)

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• S4IN2: A Message In Music Notes | AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Oneshot | Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz Jr.

Ship (Charlos)

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• Could You Be Loved? [PODFIC] | AO3 Link |

Multi-Chapter (Ch. 2 pending) | Sebastian Vettel, Kimi Räikkönen, Original Male Character(s), Lewis Hamilton, Nico Rosberg, Jenson Button, Fernando Alonso

Ship (Simi, Brocedes, Buttonso)

Podfic adaptation of messagefromtstar’s fanfic of the same name, which can be found here.

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📺 TV Shows: 🤔

BBC’s Merlin:

• Deep Tenebrosity | AO3 Link | Tumblr Link (pending)

One-Shot | Merlin & Arthur – Ship (Merthur)

⚠️ Graphic depictions of gore, injuries and death. DON’T READ IF YOU DON’T WANT TO FEEL SQUEAMISH!

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Draco Malfoy and the Rise of the Death Eaters

Draco Malfoy and the Rise of the Death Eaters https://ift.tt/V1bjBol by RoxyJewell Your favorite story reworked from Draco’s POV. Draco and the Slytherins battle the rebirth of the Death Eater movement, pending nuptials, and a school dance. Words: 5105, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 5 of Destinies Intertwined Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Daphne Greengrass, Sirius Black, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy, Ludo Bagman, Pansy Parkinson, Tracey Davis (Harry Potter), Theodore Nott, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Millicent Bulstrode, Anthony Goldstein, Cho Chang, Marietta Edgecombe, Dolores Umbridge, Severus Snape, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Neville Longbottom, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy, Cho Chang/Cedric Diggory, Hermione Granger/Viktor Krum, Pansy Parkinson/Blaise Zabini, Daphne Greengrass/Theodore Nott, Anthony Goldstein/Daphne Greengrass, Viktor Krum/Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode/Gregory Goyle Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Coming of Age, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Humor, Comedy, theo’s a comedian, Canon Compliant, Canon-Typical Violence, Funny, Canon Universe, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Not Epilogue Compliant, POV Draco Malfoy, Morally Grey Draco Malfoy, Morally Grey Slytherins, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin Rivalry, Slytherin Pride, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends, Romantic Friendship, Pining, Manipulative Albus Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Harry Potter Bashing, Weasley Family Bashing (Harry Potter), Good Narcissa Black Malfoy, Quidditch World Cup, Death Eaters, Inspired by A Midsummer Night's Dream, I'm Bad At Tagging, no beta we die like men, Yule Ball (Harry Potter), Slow Dancing via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/RqKeDLl August 24, 2023 at 05:41AM