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[viharker]

Echoes a multichap fix-it fic by @viharker

“What happens next?” she asks after a while, after she’s convinced herself that she won’t burst into tears. He squeezes her hand; her stomach drops. “I wish I knew.” - They could have died. They should have died. But Jyn and Cassian survive the Battle of Scarif, only to find that the lives that await them on the other side are far more complicated than they anticipated.

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: F/M Fandoms: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Star Wars - All Media Types, Andor (TV) Relationship: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso Characters: Jyn Erso, Leia Organa, Vel Sartha, Cassian Andor, Bix Caleen

Language: English Published: 2025-05-17 Updated: 2025-05-17 Words: 1,069 Chapters: 1/11

[friskynotebook]

Obi-Wan loves swimming in the summer ✨🧜🏻‍♂️✨

You can get a high quality print of this piece on my Inprnt ✨

No-pressure tags: @saradika @obiknights @ladyxskywalker @viharker @darlingamidala @labyrinth-runner @palfriendpatine66 @barmadumet @peppered-imps @isildursestrid

[thecoffeelorian]

Fandom Friday, 3/07: Fanfiction!

Hello again, everyone…and welcome to another installment of Fandom Friday, the somewhat regular series where I go off to find new and interesting fanworks that might need a bit more visibility.

Before we get started...I just wanted to apologize for not having gotten this out last week, as it felt like half a dozen things were going wrong for me that day, one of which was a sore hip. I also didn't have enough entry material gathered up, either, so...hopefully next week's fan art update should be a lot better than this one, and it'll be coming out on time as well.

Second, this may also be a late entry, but please bear with me--is anybody else excited for Andor, and if so, which character arc are you looking forward to the most? Will a soldier become a leader, and start enlisting others to his cause? Will a certain mother have to make difficult decisions between the Rebellion and her family? Or, on a totally different note, might there be an unexpected Jyn Erso appearance at the very end? Please feel free to drop your thoughts in the comment box or reblogs, and hopefully I will be able to join in as soon as I can. :D

And so, now that I feel like I have my head on straight again and there shouldn't be any further interruptions...here, finally, are my picks of the week.

THE CLONE WARS

The Clone Wars Fanfiction--By @ladysparklefarts:

The Clone Wars Fanfiction--By @book-of-baba-fett:

THE BAD BATCH

The Bad Batch Fanfiction--By @missfrieden:

The Bad Batch Fanfiction--By @ghostofskywalker:

ROGUE ONE

Rogue One Fanfiction--By @viharker:

The Strongest Stars (On A03)

THE MANDALORIAN

The Mandalorian Fanfiction--By @snshineandgnpwdr:

The Mandalorian Fanfiction--By @corazondebeskar-reads:

In conclusion, as part of my mission to poke around the Star Wars fandom and highlight those writers who might otherwise go unnoticed…I hope you will check out the links I have included for yourselves and like, comment on, and reblog them, as well as also giving the writers a few more followers to their Tumblr pages.

Please also like and reblog this latest installment so that these links can be spread around to as many other fans as possible, just in case not all of them can tune in at the same time.

An additional thank you goes to @djarrex for making the divider I used earlier in this post, but still want to give credit for.

If anybody likes what they see here AND would enjoy seeing more posts like this; please drop the rock star emoji (👩‍🎤) into the comments or reblogs, and I’ll be sure to tag you when the next update comes.

And finally, so that I do not forget…thank you to my friends, thank you to this fandom, and above all else, please stay safe out there.

No Pressure Tags: @melymigo @algo-o-nada @the-osborn-way @everybirdfellsilent @skellymom

@leos-multifandom-corner @maggie-dylan @leenathegreengirl @gun-roswell @tazmbc1

@bluedeedeedoop @its-time-to-rise-above @tlmtwelve @snoowply @apocalyp-tech-a 

@aknightreaderr @totally-not-your-babe and anybody else who might be on the lookout for new SW fanfiction.

[mosylufanfic]

A Body Next to You

I blame @viharker for this. She's probably not even sorry.

A Body Next to You

The celebration was still going strong, hours after the Death Star had exploded in the skies overhead. From outside the base, Kleya listened to the cheers and the laughter and the music and felt a million light-years away from it.

You'd think they had defeated the whole damn Empire and not just its superweapon.

The Empire was going to bear down on them like the wrath of gods. They'd have to evacuate. Mon Mothma was already sequestered with the generals and the council, figuring out how to prioritize and where they all would go.

Don't rest on your medals, Luthen rasped in her memory. They're slippery bastards.

She looked up at the debris burning through the atmosphere. Streaks of light that flashed on and off. Pieces of the assassinated battle station.

She heard the beep of a heart monitor slowing - stopping.

Keep reading on AO3

[jynstandor]

Funfact kleyshi was almost melkleya before @viharker slapped me through my screen and spit on me. She really is the true kleyshi shipper

[dilf-din]

Come Back, Be Here

Melshi x Kleya for Kleyshi week 2025

Prompt: come home

WC: 2500

Tags: hurt/comfort, mutual pining

Author’s Note: I truly cannot stop thinking about these two!! Thanks to @viharker for putting together this event!! The title and fic are inspired by the Taylor Swift song

Read on AO3

“Stumbled through the long goodbye, One last kiss, then catch your flight, Right when I was just about to fall. I told myself, don't get attached, But in my mind, I play it back, Spinning faster than the plane that took you // This is falling in love in the cruelest way. This is falling for you and you are worlds away”

Chaos. Chatter. A dozen incoming messages and garbled pleas in twice as many languages. Kleya was familiar with the buzzing rush of manning a radio, of dialing in signals, fishing for the faintest trace of a voice, of good news, of hope. It thrilled her to feel in control, to pass along information and sew together the distant threads of rebellion, weaving a galaxy wide tapestry that would far outlive her. Hers weren’t the first hands to touch its history, and they would be far from the last.

No task daunted her. Quick hands and a calm mind were some of her greatest assets when everything was spiraling. Like a skilled pilot, she pulled them from the brink of disaster time and time again, breathing a sigh of relief when coded messages passed through the darkness as undetectable as stardust. Warning lights calmed, the plummet turned from a free fall back into control.

There was only one thing that unnerved Kleya: silence.

Dead air pulling the tension around her tighter than a drum. When the console in front of her was devoid of flashing lights and static coated hands reaching out to her own deft fingers were without warning cut off, Kleya began to feel the hot breath of panic on her neck. Silence was never good in the middle of a war. When the calls suddenly stopped coming— it made her throat tight. A crack in her usually solid facade. She did her best to keep it from showing on her face, but she had too much skin in this game, the only skin she had left.

Melshi was down there.

She thinks of him coming to visit her before he left for Wobani. She thinks of him sneaking in a goodbye before Scarif. Of course she had agreed to play ignorant to their plans and buy them as much time as possible. She thinks of his lips planted firmly to her forehead and how badly she regrets not grabbing his collar and kissing him for real.

When the rebels on Scarif successfully transmitted the plans, the base around her erupted into a celebration that stunned her. Hundreds of comrades, friends even, shared embraces and tears and shouts of victory. All she could do was grip the edges of the cold metal in front of her while the silence of the headset perched atop her neatly wound hair rung loudly enough to make her stomach churn. The spaces beside her were equally empty without Luthen to share a tense smile. She felt as if she would collapse into a black hole at any second, dragging the rest of the base into her raging turmoil.

“What of the others?” she wanted to scream, knowing well that anyone left was at that moment scattering from the desperate and now enraged claws of the Empire. That it would be days or even weeks until they had a full head count. All she could do was wait, trembling like a statue that had been chipped away at one too many times. How long until she herself was a pile of rubble, annihilated by the destruction of the Death Star?

Mon’s sharp eyes caught her still form from across the room, and she parted the crowd with ease to lay a cool hand on Kleya’s shoulder.

“You did well today. Get some rest. We’ll have people watching it round the clock,” she nodded calmly.

Kleya shook her head firmly, “I’m staying.”

Mon bowed her head in understanding, “Let me know if you need anything.”

Minutes turned to hours and hours into days. Kleya was reluctant to step away for more than a few minutes as calls trickled in confirming the lives that were lost and the ones that had made it. People brought her trays of food that remained mostly untouched. She slept fitfully for small stretches, collapsing from exhaustion and nodding off until a ping would wake her up, but it was never the call she wanted most.

She felt selfish, but didn’t she deserve to be at this point? Was she not allowed to long for something of her own for once in her life?

Please be okay, she pleaded to whoever out there might be listening, whatever deity might grant her absolution from her turmoil.

Within days, ships started limping back to the hangar, and she rushed to greet each arrival, feeling guilt like a blade in her gut when each time she was disappointed to not see him among the living. Her disgusting want was carving her up from the inside out, taking a pound of flesh every time she dared to hope for another moment of happiness in the bleakness she had become accustomed to. One more smile, one more meeting of eyes across a strategy council packed shoulder to shoulder with the rebellion’s best.

The fight continued on whether they liked it or not. A plan still had to be formed for taking down the weapon. The princess had been captured by Vader himself. Pieces continued to fall with no rest for the wicked.

Kleya existed suspended in numbness. She would liken it to a bacta tank, but nothing was stopping her wounds from aching. One wrong move, and she would bleed all over the person next to her.

Days turned into weeks. Tonc’s platoon was confirmed dead. No word of Cassian, Jyn, Melshi and his men, Bodhi, so many others.

Kleya had no choice but to accept the truth that was staring her straight on like a green beam of destruction. If the fight on the beach didn’t claim the lives of the missing, the blast from the weapon surely turned everyone down there to ash. The number that had returned from those bloody beaches was barely nearing double digits. They had a ceremony to honor the Rogue One crew and their sacrifice. She excused herself to slip out the back and into her quarters to weep bitterly. How many more times could one bear losing the people she cared for? With the remaining number now down to zero, she withdrew even further into herself.

Every part of her being became hollow, from her eyes to her stomach to her thoughts and her words. Nights passed without sleep and she endured stretches of days without leaving her bed or talking to another person. Mon allowed her a grieving period, but kept a watchful eye, and when enough time had elapsed, she started scheduling her for short shifts. Mostly equipment repair and consulting with the pilots about their comms systems. Mon saw herself in Kleya’s drive and determination. She knew contributing towards the cause, no matter how small, was one of the only ways to start taking baby steps out of the pit she had resigned herself to.

Kleya dreaded the afternoon of her first shift. The alarm she had set on her datapad woke her from one of the few good nights of sleep she had had since arriving on Yavin. Her usually pristine hair lay limp and matted, so her exhaustion lost out to a much needed shower. Once clean, she pulled it into a simple bun at the nape of her neck, taking the time to smooth out any flyaways. Simple, but clean. Luthen would have approved, which drew a bittersweet smile to her face.

The time passed quickly, and she found herself sad to break away from the messy desk in front of her and follow the others to the mess hall. Several days passed of this simple routine. Easy repairs, quick diagnostics, polite conversations with some of the other rebels. At one point, she thought she could be content enough. Maybe her life wasn’t bursting with meaning anymore, and that was okay. That time had come to a close, and the torch had been passed to the next wave of rebels fighting to bring this long fight to an end.

Kleya found herself wanting to rise earlier, growing accustomed to the way the early morning sun set her skin alight with pinpricks of feeling, like frostbite wearing off. Bit by bit, she felt herself unfurling again.

On a morning stroll around the ziggurat, she heard a scream from around the corner. Her heart quickened in her chest, and she reached for her blaster, afraid of what might await her. Shouting was drowned out by the roar of ship engines, and she found her feet carrying her faster towards the commotion. There was a ship in the hangar she didn’t recognize, and on instinct, she charged and pointed her weapon at the craft.

“What’s going on?” She mouthed to one of the pilots she had come to know.

“Rogue ship just came in. We’re not sure who it is,” he leaned closer for her to hear over the noise.

Any further questions were cut off by more shouting as the ramp opened with a grinding creak that sent sparks flying. There was a pregnant pause as they awaited for whoever or whatever it was to descend from the rusted belly of the craft.

First was a face she thought she’d never see again, Cassian Andor limping forward with a makeshift crutch under one arm and Jyn Erso under the other holding him up.

The crowd of people erupted with shouts of praise and gratitude at the pair followed by the defected pilot, Bodhi Rook. The hangar was quickly filled with medbay droids and staff who surrounded the weary, but very much alive looking team. Kleya shouldered her way through a few people to embrace Cassian. Tears streamed down her face at the sight of her friend.

“We had given up hope,” she choked out, her voice thick with emotion.

“Hope is more alive than ever,” Jyn smiled at her.

The two of them had twisting burn scars peeking out from their sleeves and crawling around the side of their faces. Bodhi seemed to have lost a leg. She hoped they would be able to fit him with a good prosthetic still. In her rapture, she didn’t even notice the other men making their way slowly off the ship, until she heard her name.

“Miss Marki,” the slow lilt snapped her attention back to the ramp of the ship where Ruescott Melshi was standing, leaning against one of the legs.”Nice to see a smilin’ face like yours at the end of the world, love,” he grinned.

Kleya gasped, and was beside him in seconds. Her smooth hands traveled over his face, feeling the gnarled gash above his brow that desperately needed bacta. His hair and beard were more full than she had seen before. He looked rugged, handsome, alive.

“H-how?” she began to stammer.

“Long story. I’d love to tell ya if you wouldn’t mind accompanying me to the infirmary?”

“I do owe you the favor,” she grinned, offering him her arm. “Can you walk?”

“Mostly,” he grimaced, puffing out a breath and leaning hard where her shoulder rested beneath his arm.

She eyed him carefully as they made their way slowly across the hangar. All the other noise faded out as she studied the lines of his face, tried to decipher the hurt that had imbedded itself there while he had been a ghost, flying under her desperate radar. Each step seemed to take a tremendous amount of effort and breath, so she saved her questions until he could rest again.

Two nurses met them quickly, “We can take it from here, ma’am,” they assured her. But Ruescott reached his hand out to grasp hers.

“Stay?” he asked in a smaller voice than she knew he was capable of.

Kleya nodded and stepped aside while they sat him in a wheelchair. One nurse pushed him along while the other asked him a string of questions. Kleya walked beside him with his hand still clutching hers. She traced her thumb over the lines of his knuckles and wished to press kisses to them as she heard him recount his injuries.

Once inside the room, she stepped outside the curtain while they scrubbed his skin and fitted him with an array of tubes, bandages, and monitors. When they opened the curtain, she saw him glowing in a sterile white shirt, snugly in a bed while they explained the need for a few tests.

His eyes were fixed on her, and his smile was wide. Kleya flushed and glanced down at her feet, waiting for the nursing staff to retreat.

Melshi patted the side of his bed, shuffling his legs over with some difficulty, and Kleya sat beside him eagerly, very aware of the quickness of her heart rate.

His hand cradled the side of her face, “Like an angel,” he murmured, and Kleya felt herself flush even more.

“I like when you keep your hair down,” he remarked, drawing his knuckle across her cheek.

Kleya cleared her throat. “It’s impractical when I’m working with wires all day,” her mouth hinted at a smile.

Melshi glanced down at the tubes and wires coming from his own arms, “Is that what you’re callin’ me now?”

Kleya laughed and breathed a deep sigh, taking his hand back in hers.

“I thought of you every day,” she admitted.

His head sunk deeper into his pillow, brown eyes beginning to flutter shut, “I dreamed of you.” His hand shifted, closing around hers and squeezing.

“When you said goodbye, I,” she hesitated.

Melshi turned and opened his eyes to see her pulling her hair from her bun in one smooth motion. Long brown locks fell to frame her face while she leaned forward to hover an inch from his mouth.

“I wish I had kissed you then,” she whispered, her breath hot on his lips, closing her eyes and pressing her forehead to his.

Melshi gathered a handful of hair and cradled the back of her head.

“You can kiss me now. Call it even,” his mouth quirked into a smile.

Kleya closed the gap between them and met him in a long, slow kiss. She savored the way his mouth molded to hers, the feel of his hands on her, drawing her closer, the way his smell enveloped her senses— gunmetal and leather drowning out the sharp clean smell of the infirmary. She pulled away reluctantly only for him to chase her lips with his for another kiss. A tiny groan slipped from her throat, and Melshi smiled against her mouth.

“You’re gonna have my heart rate spikin’ and the nurses bustin’ in here,” he teased.

“That was all you,” she chastised with a smile on her reddened lips. As she pulled back to sit fully, her hair snagged on the tape of his IV.

“See! I told you this was an occupational hazard,” she laughed while his hand met hers to untangle it.

“Yeah yeah, I’ve heard it all before,” he said in mock resignation.

His eyes met hers once more, and Kleya allowed herself to be selfish. She drank in the affection of his gaze, the kindness of his smile, the gentleness of his hands as he made sure not to pull a single hair too sharply. If this is what being selfish got her, she would have a hard time ever stopping.

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

August 21 is Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day 💕

…so I tried to make a list of 21 of my absolute favorite fanfics, but I couldn’t quite narrow it down enough. Instead you get 25!

(will tag the author if I know/can find their Tumblr— if I miss any please let me know)

🎉🩷🎉🩷🎉🩷🎉

Warm by @patternscolorsflowers - I made an Ao3 account for the sole purpose of bookmarking this as my very first favorite fic. A gorgeous one-shot of Joyce giving Eddie some much needed motherly TLC. I must’ve read this fic at least a dozen times, and cried every single time.

Disliking You Less by @claracivry - Claudia Henderson slowly learns to accept Dustin’s weird new metalhead friend. Just the sweetest, cutest fic!

Red and the Metalhead by @cunninghamschrissy - of course! The adorable fic that inspired me to write Not-so-iron Maiden! Max and Eddie as sibs have my heart forever.

Best we can do is to pick up the pieces by @hearjessroarfics - very, very sweet fic from Wayne’s POV as he observes Eddie and Chrissy in an unguarded moment.

Come True in the End by Many_Impossible_Things - absolutely BAMF Chrissy is tired of being underestimated, and comes back to life with a vengeance through the power of Pat Benatar. Seriously, read this one!!!

Take a chance on me by @womanof-1000-faces - Chrissy joins Hellfire. And it’s just as awesome as it sounds.

We’re not alone (I’ll find a new place to be from) by @grasslandgirl - Eddie learns to love Dustin’s hugs. Soooo cute.

Of All The Waffle Houses In The World by Babeinthewoods - a few unconventional wingmen (aka, the Party) help Eddie get a date with Chrissy, with lots of hilarious shenanigans along the way.

Eddie My Love by @ghostlynimbus - sweet little Hellcheer scene, and you’ll end up with the song stuck in your head for days.

Graceland, too. (Whatever she wants) by cunninghams - Eddie and Chrissy survive Vecna and then make a bucket list to take advantage of their new lease on life.

Five Drunks and a Cheerleader by @phoenixwrites - Chrissy goes to see Corroded Coffin at the Hideout. It sounds simple but it’s so.dang.cute and there’s a whole delightful series now!

That’s all I’ve got to say by @barriss - Eddie gets a little too emotional during movie night. Absolutely adorable.

The shop around the corner by @adelaideelaine - Hellcheer meets You’ve Got Mail with a little dash of tattoo parlor AU thrown in. One of my favorite ships plus one of my favorite movies? Heck yeah!

Have no fear (the monster’s gone) by JuliaRose12 - Heartmelting Wayne and Eddie fluff, as everyone’s favorite uncle looks after his beloved nephew in the hospital.

In Her Mercy Does All Abound by viharker - medieval troubadour AU. Nuff said, right? This one is so beautiful.

the buzz by @hangon-silvergirl - modern day Eddie as a chaotic DJ wooing Chrissy the Barista via music and text. Absolutely hilarious!

Come What May by @lokinightfury - Hellcheer starring in Grease? The entire Party and Corroded Coffin as wingmen? Yes please!!!

Wasted Years by @bratanimus - Eddie and the guys listen to a new album, as Eddie comes to terms with the past and prepares for his future. So introspective and beautiful, I cried so much reading this one. Really the entire Man to Man series is amazing!

The Kingdoms Never Weep by @sokkas-first-fangirl - Eddie’s estranged family tries to come back to haunt him, but the Party has his back. I love the gorgeous friendships in this fic and the whole series!

Guidance Counseling by @khaleesa - Eddie is determined to graduate, and slowly gets his life on track after surviving the Upside Down. I wanted to climb into this fic and live in it forever.

On the Other Side by @iwasateenagevirginiawoolf - One year after Vecna’s attack, Eddie and Chrissy are both learning to live again. Absolutely heartbreaking but so beautiful and optimistic at the same time.

Long is the Road out of Hell by @justhere4thevibez - Chrissy joins Hellfire, but this glorious fic comes with the added bonus of her escaping her mother, and the best Mike Wheeler I’ve ever read.

Family Recipe by @foxylibrarian - the cutest fake dating AU, Chrissy has Nancy, Robin, and Barb as her BFFs, and there’s lots of Wayne too. It’s everything you could want!

On My Terms by @pipergirl17 - Jason injuring Wayne in an accident doesn’t sound like the basis of a Hellcheer hospital meet-cute, but trust me, it works.

In the Shade of Aurelias by @pearlypairings - last but MOST CERTAINLY not least, is my favorite fic by my favorite author! A magical fantasy AU, with hints of D&D, mystery, intrigue, and romance. It was hard to choose just one from Pearly, because all of her works are amazing, but this fic is truly outstanding.

Happy Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day to all of my favorite writers, and happy reading to everyone who enjoys these fics!!! 💕

[zingsthings]

@brynnmclean has tagged me for wip wednesday! very scattered this week, soooo have a bit of one of my inexplicably multiplying rebelcaptain oneshot wips. in which: cassian very sweetly commissions a knife for jyn and there are No Complications In Her Past That Might Lead To That Being Misinterpreted. fun and games! this part is just him being all heart eyes as he approaches defining her preferences in bladed weaponry like an intel op:

So he had watched Jyn, which was no difficult proposition when he spent so much of his time doing so already, but closely, specifically, seeking out the moments her eyes would shine with real joy, the flashes of want when she looked at a weapons-dealer's wares, the heft of rocks or debris she selected to throw at [ ], the choices she made just beyond the edges of practicality, the way more of the metals on her body shone a bright silver when she could have had them all matte, because she liked intimidation more than stealth even as she ensured room for both, let his eyes linger on the powerful muscles of her thighs as she ran, as she fought, to see the places where a new holster would chafe or unbalance, he watched the satisfied smile across her face when she was precise, whether with a tonfa blow to the [ ] or with the exact timing to blow up one of her unhinged Partisan IEDs, the kind built out of an overloaded blaster, or with the just-right twist of her hand on his— in any case.

@romanitas, @reyhospacebitch, @viharker, anyone else who wishes to be tagged?

[aeterineupdates]

The Teviri

(Art by Lorena Carricondo)

The Teviri are humanoid creatures with elongated bottom canines and rough ram-like horns with a metallic substance inside which tend curl just around their long bovine-like ears. They seem to have a strong understanding of natural and magical magnetic fields.

The traditional Teviri culture comes from the plains area of Sa’Oloto where they live in a nomadic culture using their innate sense of electricity to guide livestock herds following the path of rain. Their culture has a great reverence for lightning as their attention is heavily drawn to areas about to be struck. The closest country to them is Aeloria who technically considers the Teviri homelands to be within their country but have made multiple deals with Tevirin leaders to allow for the continued usage of the “Tevirin Plains” in Sa’Oloto.

Though their culture originates in the Tevirin Plains, many Teviri live throughout the world from Vihark to Ascain. Their unique abilities regarding magnetic fields and generally more sturdy build allow them to thrive in more conventional cities or even adventuring.

This has been a short introduction to the Teviri.

[milfzatannaz]

hii can you tell viharker to hurry up and post new stories pls they will be my death just saying

I will pass the message along (they are my buddy and my comrade in headcanon)

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The Best Laid Plans

by viharker John Constantine needs to find a rich wife so that he can pay off his debts. Zatanna Zatara must make a genuine effort to marry in order to receive her inheritance. Perhaps the two can help each other out... if they can follow certain rules. [Historical AU, Inspired by Bridgerton and Gilded Age] Words: 1598, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: DCU, DCU (Comics), Zatanna (Comics), Constantine (TV), Constantine: The Hellblazer (Comics), Constantine (Comics), Hellblazer, Hellblazer & Related Fandoms Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: John Constantine, Zatanna Zatara, Bruce Wayne, Sofia Falcone Gigante, Carmine Falcone, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson Relationships: John Constantine/Zatanna Zatara, Bruce Wayne & Zatanna Zatara Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Inspired by Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn, Inspired by Bridgerton (TV), Inspired by Gilded Age (TV), Minor Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Romance, Historical Inaccuracy, Historical References, Historical Fantasy, Life in Gotham City (DCU), Oracle Is Lady Whistledown, Scandal, society, Minor Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Canonical Character Death via https://ift.tt/Ms9r567

[viharker]

OKAY KLEYSHI REVOLUTION, TIME TO RISE UP!

In honor of our favorite two-seconds-on-screen-together ship, I have created the first ever Kleyshi Week challenge! Each day is based on a snippet of a character quote, and comes with three key words as well as an associated song.

RULES

All fanworks are welcome! Fic, art, music, moodboards, etc!

Your works can be long, short, canon-typical, modern AU, fix-it; literally whatever you want! imagination's the limit! just be sure to tag and describe accurately and appropriately

If posted on another site (like AO3, for instance), works should be linked on tumblr as well.

All posts should be tagged "kleyshi week 2025" on tumblr. It's your choice if you want to tag it as that anywhere else

DAYS + THEMES

July 2 - i have always

keywords - time, priorities, when song - "King" by Florence + the Machine

July 3 - whatever you need

keywords - help, hands, companion song - "Hercules" by Sara Bareilles

July 4 - what we were fighting for

keywords - revolution, war, victory song - "Because the Night" by 10,000 Maniacs

July 5 - somebody's got to tell people

keywords - prison, duty, loss song - "Firewood" by Regina Spektor

July 6 - like a dream

keywords - freedom, safe, future song - "bones on the beach" by Paris Paloma

July 7 - gettin' close

keywords - hope, almost, running song - "Linger" by The Cranberries

July 8 - come home

keywords - heart, grief, together song - "More Than Words" by Extreme

Special thanks to @jynstandor for helping me keep my head on straight. If you have any questions, please feel free to drop them in my ask box (if you want the question kept private, please say so).

Happy shipping!

[friskynotebook]

One month until Andor season 2!! ✨

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No-pressure tags: @saradika @obiknights @labyrinth-runner @viharker @peppered-imps @darlingamidala @palfriendpatine66

[hellcheerficdatabase]

i'm gonna give you the look that opens up the skies

Author: Explicit, referenced ED, referenced child ab*se

Chapter Count: 14/25

Description:

"Leave if you want, kill me now before I get attached to you or something." He laughs a bit manically on the "kill me now" like he expects it. She can tell he means it, not taking his eyes off the table as he idly flips at the textbook cover. But he's waiting, breathing heightened as he tries to brace himself for the worst.

"Eddie…" She crosses the small distance, reaching up to touch his cheek. Relief floods them both at the moment of contact, his eyes closing against her cool fingertips on his cheekbone. He exhales sharply, the sound making her thighs clench. She presses even closer, her thumb ghosting over his bottom lip and he shivers. "It's too late for me."

(originally posted on tumblr for viharker's "Kinktober: Hellcheer Edition" prompt list October, 2022)

Tags: alternate universe, smut, lots of smut, all small stories, hurt/comfort, angst, all the smutttt, alternating POV, multiple chapters, status: WIP

[jynstandor]

what's up this is viharker but my main must remain a SECRET so

i associate you with the song "shut up and dance" by walk the moon also labrador retrievers and the color purple (like the actual color, but specifically the highlighter scene girl version)

viharker? I hardly know her!

get it??? 😀 thank you!

[hellowhyareyouhere]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Andor (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kleya Marki/Ruescott Melshi Characters: Kleya Marki, Ruescott Melshi Additional Tags: Mentioned Cassian Andor, Mentioned Han Solo, Mentioned Kes Dameron, Mentioned Shara Bey, Mentioned Jyn Erso, Mentioned K-2SO (Star Wars), Phone Sex, except it's on facetime, Sex Toys, Mutual Masturbation, Masturbation, Dirty Talk, Dom/sub Undertones, Slight Femdom, Vibrators, Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Light Angst, Post-Break Up, Sexting, implied nudes, Getting Back Together, maybeee, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Series: Part 3 of will they, won't they Summary:

Her phone pings. God, she should really go to sleep. But she can’t help herself.

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Melshi and Kleya are in one of their break-up phases, but somehow end up FaceTiming in the middle of the night. Things couldn't possibly escalate from there...