#AO3 Masterpost

[theworldsofstarlight]

25 First Kisses - A Drabble Collection

25 Drabbles, 25 Pairings, 10 Fandoms (currently in publication)

Data/Geordi (Star Trek: TNG) - Easy (04/03/2025)

Katakuri/Rosinante (One Piece) - Bittersweet (05/03/2025)

Wanda/Vision (MCU) - Starcrossed (06/03/2025)

Tashigi/Reiju (One Piece) - Pink (07/03/2025)

Victor/Yuri (Yuri!!! on Ice) - Trust (08/03/2025)

Sabo/Lucci (One Piece) - Attraction (09/03/2025)

Midorima/Takao (KnB) - Broken Hearts (10/03/2025)

Shanks/Mihawk (One Piece) - Treasure (11/03/2025)

Mizi/Sua (ALNST) - Soft (12/03/2025)

Kid/Law (One Piece) - Roaring Waves (13/03/2025)

Ivan/Till (ALNST) - Beyond (14/03/2025)

Doflamingo/Crocodile (One Piece) - Saccharine (15/03/2025)

Luka/Hyuna (ALNST) - Harmony (16/03/2025)

Killer/Penguin (One Piece) - Sin (17/03/2025)

Kuroko/Daiki (KnB) - Übersprungshandlungen (18/03/2025)

Marco/Ace (One Piece) - Hypothetically (19/03/2025)

Haruka/Michiru (Sailor Moon) - Naturally (13/04/2025)

Smoker/Kuzan (One Piece) - Reassurance (13/04/2025)

Loki/Tony (MCU) - Snack (07/05/2025)

Drake/Hawkins (One Piece) - Moon (15/05/2025)

Aziraphale/Crowley (GO)

Nami/Vivi (One Piece)

Serenity/Endymion (Sailor Moon)

Zoro/Sanji (One Piece)

Dean/Castiel (SPN)

You can find the AO3 Series here and german translations to all these Drabbles here.

[polyshipweek]

Polyship Week 2024 - Daily Prompts

[ID: Poster for Polyship Week 24, taking place 17–23 November, listing the prompts for each day. /end ID]

The prompts for #PolyshipWeek24 are here! As with last year, the final prompt of each day links to an image — feel free to use the phrase or the image itself for inspiration, and please credit the original creator if you remix their work.

Day One

Team as Polycule

"Is that my hoodie?"

Breakups

Group Hug (smolmoss)

Day Two

"Blorbo Has Two Hands"

Gift-Giving

Thunderstorms

Stair Cuddles (adorkastock)

Day Three

Queerplatonic Partners

Beach

Reverse Tropes

Through the Years (shutterstock)

Day Four

Aro/Ace & Polyam

Promises

Time Travel

Let's Dance (shutterstock)

Day Five

Relationship Anarchy

"You're burning up!"

Arranged Marriage

Only One Bed (House promo image)

Day Six

Queer Disabled Polyam

Parties

Kink Discovery

Tight Squeeze (Sailor Moon, gif by xbuster)

Day Seven

Free Day! Happy Polyamory Day!

Event Guidelines

Works featuring polyamorous characters and relationships of all kind are welcome — any characters, ships, fandoms, and OCs too!

Queerplatonic relationships, as well as asexual and/or aromantic characters are explicitly welcome on ANY day!

Works may be in any medium — fic, art, gifsets, podfic, vids, and more!

Participate in as few or as many days as you like. Choose your favorite prompt each day or mash them up — whatever sparks your imagination!

Please tag us @PolyshipWeek or use the hashtag #PolyshipWeek24 so we can reblog your creations!

Need even more inspo? You can view the entire list of suggested prompts here.

Ao3 Collection | SquidgeWorld Collection | Twitter | Bsky

[lo1k-diamonds]

Be as it must | JJK | Masterpost

PAIRING: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega(f)reader

SUMMARY: It’s hard being an omega in a world where they've all but disappeared, but you're safe as long as you stay under the radar. You might be risking it a little bit by working for the Jeon Family, an alpha ruling family, but they have no idea about you. What happens when you're found and taken to your boss, CEO Jeon Jungkook?

WORD COUNT: 28.9 k

GENRE: ABO, strangers to lovers, fated lovers, smut

RATING: R (explicit)

WARNINGS: anxiety, kidnapping, tension, angst, mentions of abuse, arguing, misunderstandings, secrets, unprotected sex, oral (both), handjob, brattiness

A.N. And here we have it! I was hush-hush about this one, with it being a gift and all! This story was written for Vanessa @hisunshiine as part of the @bangtanwritershq Exchange Event “Sweet Tricks & Wicked Treats”! ✨ She left me a very complete prompt so I did my best to flesh out every detail! @moonleeai was amazing, helping me with every little detail, which I appreciate so much!! 🥰 Let's see how Vanessa and you all like it! 💜 (I'll post on alternate days)

Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad | Scroll my stories on Tumblr | Schedule and WIPs

"You’re just confused.”

His fingers pressed through your coat. “I’m not confused!”

“You are. You have a commitment—”

“A piece of paper! A deal I don’t care about made before I met you, before I knew about you!”

You straightened your back. “My designation shouldn’t—”

“Fuck your designation!”

Part 1 | WC: 3.7k - [here]

“They think omegas are extinct, but that doesn’t stop them from looking.”

Part 2 | WC: 2.7k - [here]

“Then please enlighten me, because I see no good reason for this.” You opened your hands to bring his attention to the fact that you were tied up.

Part 3 | WC: 8.9k - [here]

The whiff of your scent hit him so hard he had to close his eyes so no one would see them rolling back. Then he faced you, and your gaze did something to him. It was strong and encouraging, and he was set. Suddenly, he could focus. His mind was clear and everything just worked.

Part 4 | WC: 2.6k - [here]

He shook his head violently, and in a second, his strong hands were around your head, aiming to keep you still so that his lips could crash to yours. It was sudden and brave, and you said, “Don’t.”

Part 5 | WC: 4.6k - [here]

“I think he’s hiding her,” a baritone teased, a boxy grin following suit. “I’d hide her too.” The tallest shrugged, adjusting his shirt collar.

Part 6 | WC: 6.3k - [here]

“If you let me claim you, I'll never let you leave.”

[pancaketax]

MASTERLIST | Tony Stark x Male Reader

genre ⋆ heavy angst , slow burn, unrequited crush, recovery from trauma , family issues, hurt/comfort , fluff romance at some point.

On going. (CHAPTERS LIST BELLOW) word count: 234k

Summary : Lost in a life that no longer fits, you find yourself trapped in an endless routine. Between a dead-end job and a toxic roommate situation that drains you bit by bit, you're sinking into a daily existence where hope feels distant. Each day brings more difficult choices, and you begin to wonder if you'll ever escape this vicious cycle.

But everything changes when an unexpected opportunity arises a position at Stark Industries. Though the thought of starting over terrifies you, you don’t really have a choice. You take the plunge, leaving your comfort zone behind and stepping into a job that you hope will offer you a chance to start fresh. But amidst it all, you’re left to ask What remains when everything else is torn away ?

CHAPTER 1 A Ghost Among the Living CHAPTER 2 Fading Into the Background CHAPTER 3 Between Shadows and Spotlights CHAPTER 4 Against the Clock CHAPTER 5 Crossroads CHAPTER 6 The Weight of a Choice CHAPTER 7 No Turning Back CHAPTER 8 No Rooms for Lies CHAPTER 9 Fractured Resolve CHAPTER 10 Rest for the Weary CHAPTER 11 Learning to Hold CHAPTER 12 Under the Surface CHAPTER 13 Cracks and Conforts CHAPTER 14 Shattered Lines CHAPTER 15 Hidden Stains CHAPTER 16 Dragged Back CHAPTER 17 The Art of Breaking Things CHAPTER 18 The Hunt CHAPTER 19 Arms of Iron

more coming soon ♡

If you want to be part of my taglist you can click here !

[purble-turble]

If art requests are still open, would you draw Shadowpeach from your old "Please Dont Cry" story?

Ooh yes, thank you for reminding me of that old prompt fill, it’s one of my favorites~ …and also extremely relevant to the current chapter I’m working on for A Test of Time hehehehh :U

[thevoidstaredback]

Storyboard

Please don't comment on this post The italicized works have been completed

Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant

How To Balance Your Daytime and Nighttime Activities So That You Don't Burn Yourself Out More Than You Already Have

Letters Between Brothers

Time Loop: Ghosts of the Present and Future

Reunion of Brothers

Defiled Memories

No Hospitals

Batman's Biggest Hater

Cryptid Rules

Take Back Your Minx

Survivor's Guilt

Hidden From The World

Morally Grey in a World of Black an White

Be Thou For The People

Too Close To The Sun

Stuck Here With Him

Revenge Party

Never Meet Your Heroes

Father's Son Sister's Brother

Everywhere But Home

City Spirit: Come Little Children

Writing Prompts Things WIP Progress My OCs

[genevievefangirl]

Master Post - Gen's Top 100 DBDA Fics!

It is finally here! My personal top 100 DBDA fics!

My friends in the DBDA Haunt Discord server know that I am an avid fic reader. I read multiple hours every day and have read a very large chunk of all the DBDA fics out there (that are tagged Payneland). I constantly recommend fics in our fanfic channel and thought, "Well, why don't I make a huge rec list in recognition of how wonderful the fic writers of this fandom are?" And thus the idea for this list was born!

I have been working on this since the cancellation announcement almost 2 months ago. It has taken me that long to go back through my over 350+ DBDA bookmarks and select only the best of the best to be featured here.

Thank you to every fic writer in this fandom! You are all amazing and I love your work! Your creations are what keep the fandom alive and healthy!

Some caveats before we begin:

These fics are in alphabetical order by title.

I have a Payneland bias. All of these are Payneland fics. Maybe I will make a list sometime that has more ship variety, but for now, that is what is on the list.

I also have a very strong hurt/comfort & angst bias, so there will be a lot of that on here as well! But there are a few fluffy fics too!

There is no smut on this list. Sorry, smut just isn't my thing. There is exactly one fic rated E on here.

Not all tags are listed! I have selected the ones that I feel are the most important and in some cases added some that I felt were missing. But please read the full tag list on the fic itself!

I will be releasing 10 fics a day for 10 days, to make the posts more readable and to have some fun!

And now... THE LIST!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11 - WIPs

(and yes I will link a google sheets version once all the parts are out)

[phantomwithbreakfast]

Join our Danny Phantom discord server! (18+)

⟢ Discord Link ♡

⟢ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 ⟢

PWB’s quote: “Better crazy and a freak, than being normal and boring, right? Right.”

Not exactly new to the Phandom, but more like an OG Phan. I’ve been hyper-fixated (a little obsessed, yeah, I love him) with 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦 since day one. Took a loooong break for a while, but something just…

˗ˏˋ 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 ˎˊ˗

Danny’s a hero I lost touch with—but found again. Reconnecting with him feels like rediscovering a part of myself, a spark I didn’t realize I was missing.

Why do I write angst and hurt? To process my own pain, to give voice to the unspoken wounds I carry. No, I haven’t lived through the exact horrors I write about—but pieces of me are woven into every story. My emotions, my struggles, my scars—they seep into the pages, twisted and reshaped into something I can hold, something I can face. Writing is my way of making sense of the chaos within.

If you need a hug, click here.

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⟢ 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐈 𝐔𝐬𝐞 ⟢

Instagram ⟡ Archive Of Our Own ⟡ Discord

⌗ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⌗

(working on it)

⋆.˚ ⚡︎ 𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙛 𝘼 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚 ⚡︎ ˚.⋆

Ao3 ⟡ Cover Art ⟡ Art 01 ⟡ Art 02 ⟡ Art 03 ⟡ Art 04 ⟡ Art 05 ⟡ Animation ⟡ Art 06 ⟡ Art 07 ⟡ Phantom Sheet 01 ⟡ Art 08

⟢ Genre: Whump / Angst / Hurt / No Comfort / Horror • TW/CW: Strong Language — Mental Health Struggles — Violence — Emotional Distress — Self-destructive Tendencies — Graphic Content • M Rate

Summary: The GiW took him. Then his parents finished the job. They said it was for his own good. That Phantom was the problem. That Danny could be saved—if only they cut deep enough. “You’re going to wish you never took him from me,” she said, steady and cruel, her red goggles catching his reflection. “You’ll wish you never existed in the first place.”

Disclaimer: This phic is rated M for a reason. If you are underage, please do NOT read it. The themes and content are intended for adults and may be inappropriate or difficult to understand for younger readers.

[In progress]

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⟢ 𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐏 𝐀𝐫𝐭 ⟢

2025

Danny Kinsona ⟡ Danny Redraw 01 ⟡ Danny Redraw (animated) 02 ⟡ Danny Hates Haters ⟡ Danny in Squid Game (animated) ⟡ GhostlyGlimmer’s Phantom ⟡ OG Danny’s ⟡ Happy Danny ⟡ Danny and Jazz ⟡ Delulu Danny ⟡ OC’s Imagination ⟡ Danny and the Blob Ghost ⟡ Dark Valentine ⟡ Valentine ⟡ Dead Eyes / One Brush Challenge ⟡ Dandelions ⟡ DP OC 01 ⟡ DP OC 02 ⟡ DP OC 03 ⟡ DP OC 04 ⟡ DP OC 05 ⟡ DP OC 06 ⟡ Everlasting Trio ⟡ Ballpoint Pen Danny ⟡ Danny College ⟡ Danny With Fangs ⟡ Dannypocalypse ⟡ rePhanimated 01 ⟡ rePhanimated 02 ⟡ Danny Doodles ⟡ Serious Phantom ⟡ I’ll Never Give Up On You ⟡ Vlad Masters Sketch ⟡ Starter Pack Trend With Danny ⟡ Dannymay ⟡ ValerieGrayWeek

2024

Halloween ⟡ The Meaning Behind My Pseudonym ⟡ Mandala Window ‘Ghost Portal’ 01 ⟡ Mandala Window ‘Ghost Portal’ 02 ⟡ Danny Trending ⟡ Why are you doing this to me? ⟡ ‘Cleaned Up Sketches’ ⟡ When December Decides To Cry ⟡ If You Need A Hug ⟡ Happy Holidays ⟡ If You Know, You Know

[fawninthesnow]

/) /) ( ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ) / づ づ ~ ♡ Gladiator Master list 18+

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Note: *English is not my first language*

All of my dividers are from: @cafekitsune

"Of Sand & Blood"

Series: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, wip

Summary: Former Gladiator, Emperor Lucius, takes his rightful property-- the wife of his conquered enemy.

Warnings/Contains:  fem character, slow burn, f4m, smut, unprotected sex, spit as lube, cock warming, public hum!l!, h@nd jobs, no proofreading, etc

"Gilded Charm"

One shot: 1, end.

Summary: You, part of a family of visiting royalty, decide to sneak into the jails beneath the colosseum. There, you meet a charming young man, Lucius.

Warnings/Contains: f4m•semi public s3x•dirty talk •mild choking•edging•love bites•pinning •size kink• cock warming• male dominant, etc

"The Grapevine"

Series: 1, 2 , 3 , 4, End.

Summary: You are the daughter of General Marcus Acacius. After an argument with your parents, you find yourself alone in your garden with an arrogant, and peculiar stranger, Emperor Geta.

Warnings/contains: dom fem, f4m, teasing, pinning, size kink, smut, not proof read

"Nightfall"

Series: 1, 2, end.

Summary: You are the Empress of Rome in a mundane marriage to Emperor Geta. After a military banquet, you find yourself in the bedroom of his subordinate, Marcus Acacius.

Warnings/Contains: fem reader, smut, teasing, pinning, [slight] dirty talk, unprotected sex, cheating, deny orgm, not proof read,

"Nurture"

One Shot: 1, end

Summary: Married to Emperor Geta, you decide to lift his spirits. (No plot smut.)

Warnings/contains: smut, mentions of violence, f4m, (somewhat) dom fem(?), male masturbation, oral (fem receiving), no aftercare, not proof read

"Adore"

Series: 1, 2, 3, 4, wip

Summary: You are a maternal figure in the young princes, Geta & Caracalla's, lives.

Warnings: Fluff & Angst

"Honey"

Request: 1

Summary: You are a lady of the court who Geta has grown emotionally acquainted with. Today, you decide to help the emperor with the new senate election.

Warnings: fluff, fem! dom, sub! Geta, sub male, not proof read

"Sweet Heaven"

Request: 1

Summary: You are the daughter of Queen Lucilla and General Acacius. You attend the birthday celebration of the two emperors and find yourself entangled with Emperor Geta.

Warnings/contains: Luring, manipulation, obsession, idealization, not proof read--

"Attention"

Series: 1, 2, end

Summary: As one of Caracalla's concubines, you find yourself in a bind when you grab his brother's attention.

Warnings/contains: fem dom (kinda), sub male, concubines, smoking, alcohol consumption, obsession, idealization, not proof read--

"Satin"

Request: 1

Summary: You are the empress of Rome, married to the immature, Commodus. After an outburst, you chose to ignore his horny pleads.

Warnings/contains: fem dom, sub emperor, sub male, smut, oral (fem receiving), degradation, alcohol consumption, obsession

"A Given"

Request: 1

Summary: You are a Queen of a recently conquered land. General Maximus Decimus Meridius of Rome pays you a visit in your castle.

Warnings/contains: male dom (kinda), sub fem, humiliation, degradation, alcohol consumption, oral (male reciv!), constriction, physical restraints, mentions of war/blood.

"Closest of Friends"

Request: 1

Summary: As Geta's childhood best friend, you two have been through everything together. One night, the Prince decides to run away with you.

Warnings/contains: Prince Geta AU, virgins, losing virginity, first time, nipple play, sexual tension, biting, friends with benefits.

[gumm7sharks]

Presenting, the DCA Advent Calendar!

Cover by @monsteractialuna

Summary:

The law has just given animatronics the same rights as people, freeing them from their flaky entertainment prisons. On a whim, you take two brothers under your wing; solar opposites from each others. Will you be to hold your sanity together teaching them how to live? Or will you find there too broken to be fixed?

Chapter 1 - Tree Murder (Ao3) (Tumblr)

Chapter 2 -Diabolical Decorations (Ao3) (Tumblr)

Chapter 3 -???

Chapter 4 -???

Chapter 5 -???

Chapter 6 -???

Chapter 7 -???

Chapter 8 -???

Chapter 9 -???

Chapter 10 -???

Other contributors (Art and Beta- reader):

@alynwrench @midnight-mourning @beetle-fettle @gyxtar0luvs

[dreaming-of-epiphanies]

𝓣𝓸𝓶 𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Welcome to my Tom Riddle masterlist! Here you will find the collection of oneshots and longfics I have written about him. I tend to write the most about him out of everything right now, so expect lots more to come!

Oneshots

Motivation - You're about to stop studying for the night when your academic rival Tom Riddle convinces you otherwise.

Love Bug - You enlist Tom for help killing a bug. The problem? Tom discovers he also dislikes said bug.

Summer Breeze - You and Tom enjoy a day reading by the Black Lake shortly after they've gotten together

academic rival!Tom Riddle headcanons - A series of headcanons about Tom Riddle as your academic rival

Hunger - The Slytherin gang does the "I'm so hungry I could eat..." tiktok trend, and Tom accidentally reveals his secret relationship with you in the process.

By the Lake - You and Tom are sitting by the Black Lake on a hot day when you go for an impromptu swim, pulling Tom in with you. Can be read as part 2 to Summer Breeze but also as a oneshot.

Multiple parts

Locked Out (part 1, part 2) - You and Tom get locked out of the common room one night, and things get tense and slightly risqué. Later, you get a chance to finish your unresolved business when locked in somewhere. (smut warning!)

New Year's Day (part 1, part 2) - After a drunken hookup with your academic rival Tom Riddle on New Year's Eve, you aren't sure where you and Tom stand. Then Tom decides to make it very clear. (smut warning!)

Kindred Spirits (part 1, part 2, part 3) - You and Tom are a team- even when it comes to making his Horcruxes. Slightly dark!reader (smut warning! in part 2)

Updated June 20th, 2025 4:17pm UTC

[otaku-girl-ao3-fics]

30 days, 30 new fics

AO3: Otaku_girl | 30 days, 30 fics | ATJ character masterlist 

Welcome to my little attempt at June of Doom ‘25 💙

So! So. It has been too long since Kinktober. And Kinktober still feels way too far away. So… we miiiiiight have found a writing challenge month that is. Very appealing. Whump and smut are basically one and the same when you’re bouncing between dark romance and hurt/comfort vibes, right? Right. 

I might not have found this challenge until mid May, so… some of the fics are a little shorter than my usual preferred length, but we do have 30 shiny new fics across various ATJ-related fandoms, all ready to go, primarily for: Kraven the Hunter and Bullet Train, with a little The Fall Guy and 28 Years Later thrown in there.

30 days, 30 fics: June of Doom

Day 1: (Ask me to) Stay | Kraven | Dmitri x Sergei | Mature | Prompt(s): Where am I?, duct tape, slurred speech, darkness Day 2: Understanding | Bullet Train | Lemon & Ladybug | Tangerine x Ladybug pre-slash | Teen | Prompt(s): I'm worried about you, confession, infection Day 3: Just say (I am yours) | Kraven | Dmitri x Reader | Sergei x Reader | Mature | Prompt(s): No one will find out | kidnapping Day 4: (Take it) Easy | Kraven | Dmitri x Sergei | Explicit | Prompts: It's really not that big of a deal, crutches, denial, whimper Day 5: Price tag | Kraven | Dmitri x Reader & Nikolai x Reader | Explicit | Prompts: Let me have a look Day 6: Assistance | The Fall Guy | Tom Ryder x Reader | Teen | Prompt: I won't tell anyone, I swear Day 7: Hold (me) | Bullet Train | Tangerine x Reader | Mature | Call me (Yours) series Prompt: Why didn't you tell me? + Injury Day 8: Friday Night | Kraven | Sergei x Reader x Dmitri | Teen | Prompt: mugged + concussed + How many fingers am I holding up? Day 9: Hunt | Kraven | Sergei x Dmitri | Explicit | Hunted Day 10: Time to say | Bullet Train | Tangerine x Ladybug | Teen | Somebody had to do it + buried alive Day 11: Heart of the matter | Kraven | Gen | Teen!Sergei & Nikolai | Branding Day 12: Timing | Bullet Train | Tangerine x Ladybug | And then there were three part 3 | It's no use; locked door Day 13: Make a wish| Kraven | Dmitri x Sergei | Explicit | Off prompt: ATJ birthday fic~ Day 14: Claim | Kraven | Sergei x Reader | Explicit | knot Day 15: Merchandise | Kraven | Sergei x Reader | Please + human trafficking | Mature Day 16: Chance | Bullet Train | Tangerine x Reader | Are you scared yet? + handcuffs + interrogation Day 17: Terms | Kraven | Nikolai x Reader | Give me another chance + begging + bruises + mercy Day 18: Baby steps | Kraven | Sergei x Reader | Mature | How long have you been like this? Day 19: Sick day | Bullet Train | Tangerine x Ladybug | Teen | Illness + I'm not going anywhere Day 20: Aftermath | Bullet Train | Gen | Reader & Tangerine | That’s going to be one hell of a scar + wound cleaning + salve + examination Day 21: Playing (for keeps) | Kraven | Sergei x Dmitri | Mature | knife | Part two of into the woods Day 22: What dreams are made of | Bullet Train | Tangerine x Ladybug | Teen | Survivor's guilt Day 23: Safe (if your arms) | Kraven | Kraven x Reader | Teen | Don't move Day 24: Last Call | Bullet Train | Tangerine x Reader | M | I don't feel so good + disoriented + fainting + blurred vision

Coming June 25th

Day 25: Look, I just wanna talk | Kraven & Deadpool | Dmitri x Sergei & Deadpool x Spiderman | T | Get in + ransom + basement

Day 26: ??? | Kraven | Dmitri x Sergei | ??? | ??? Day 27: Never (say goodbye) | 28 Years Later | Jamie x Reader | Mature | I'm sorry + miscalculation + embrace Day 28: ??? | Kraven | Gen | ??? | ??? Day 29: ??? | Kraven | Sergei x Reader | ??? | ??? Day 30: ??? | Bullet Train | Gen | ??? | ???

Links

Like my work? Check out my other fics and master lists. Primarily writing for Aaron Taylor Johnson and Mathew Baynton characters; slash (canon) and x Reader (never y/n).

My mains: AO3 - Otaku_girl (the only place to read all of my work) | Tumblr - Otaku-girl-ao3 | Fics only blog - @otaku-girl-ao3-fics

[lo1k-diamonds]

Unique | KNJ | Masterpost

PAIRING: idol!Namjoon x OFC

SUMMARY: Namjoon dedicated his whole life to being a diligent idol, putting the music and group above his individual needs and desires. He believes he's doing the right thing until an unexpected meeting shifts how he sees the world. But life isn't easy, and even a unique connection can't change fate. Or can it?

WORD COUNT: 81.1k (ongoing)

GENRE:  Idol AU, strangers to lovers, time jumps, star-crossed lovers, angst, smut

RATING: R (explicit) (not all parts)

WARNINGS: (check each individual part) explicit smut, one-night stand but not really, angst, protected sex, oral, fingering, handjob, toys, sapiosexuality, body worship, dirty talk, mouth riding, switching, making out and dry humping in a moving car without a seatbelt on, BTS being chaotic around Namjoon and making him all embarrassed, alcohol, getting drunk, arguments, smoking, parallel Yoongi x OFC

A.N. Unique has a really special place in my heart. It was never supposed to be more than a one-shot with a bittersweet ending. All I wanted was to portray Namjoon as accurately as possible. Then, a year later, I decided I wanted Yoongi (yes, him) to have a chance at a different outcome, and now, another year later, I want Namjoon to have it, too. It's peculiar that every part has been written with the same time intervals as the story, and I'm contemplating keeping this tradition for future parts. Since @eerieedits already created wonderful visuals, it only makes sense to show them! (thank you!) I hope you all enjoy this star-crossed lovers story featuring our incredible Joonie 💜

Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad | Schedule and WIPs

He was in love with their time, place and interaction, but it was limited. There was no heartbreak because of that agreement. Seeing her again was not part of the deal, but who was he kidding? That chance was too sweet to miss, too tempting to refuse.

SUMMARY: After overhearing something he shouldn't have, Namjoon promises to make it up to the bride by keeping her bridesmaid company during the rehearsal dinner party. What was supposed to be an unremarkable night became something so much more.

WORD COUNT: 20.8k

RATING: R (explicit)

I wanted to be the guy you chose to come and find and chat with, not the one Hyejin asked to babysit you and that you didn’t want to meet.

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SUMMARY: It's a year later when Angie decides to visit Hyejin, both women looking to get away from their problems. But a certain group is just pausing their tour, and old feelings are rekindled when their paths cross.

WORD COUNT: 60.2 k

RATING: R (explicit)

Be the person I was searching for and found, not the one I have to let go.

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SUMMARY: Now that the PTD tour was coming to a close, Namjoon dreamt of meeting the one lover he couldn’t forget. Unfortunately, things have changed.

WORD COUNT: 11.7 k

RATING: PG-13

Isn't that what we're made of? Our dreams and regrets.

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I wanted all seasons with you, but in the end, I got none.

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Is it finally time?

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Only: Inspired by the song “Only” by Lee Hi. Read It

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A New Perspective: Reader is rumored with Niragi but secretly with Chishiya. Read It

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Let me show you things from a different angle! Hang on, that’s not what I meant-

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A new fic!! Hooray!! This one is also for the @mcyt-soulmate-sweepstakes event!! Under the extra prompt “Trust”!!

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Summary:

Scar was someone you could trust. Definitely, totally, absolutely. The Permit Office had no reason to be suspicious of him!

...Well, ignoring how he didn't have a permit for his magic and potions. But besides that, nothing!

Grian just wanted to get the inspection of this guy's house and permits over with. It was getting annoying how he kept lying, and even worse how smug he seemed about it, thinking he’d gotten away with it. Ugh.

At least nothing had gone horribly wrong yet.

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. . .

Scar was your totally average, day to day salesman.

He lived in a small apartment, on the west side of the city, overlooking the central park. He did chores, met up with his friends, and made sales that definitely had reasonable prices. In every way you could possibly imagine, he was a perfectly compliant citizen. Perfectly trustworthy. No reason whatsoever for the government to have any sort of suspicion about him. 

Nothing at all.

…Apart from the illegal magic use, that is. 

According to his files, Scar sold boring, useful, everyday things like, for example, vacuum cleaners. Very uninteresting stuff. That was a lie. He didn’t even own a vacuum cleaner! Originally, when he was younger, he’d wanted to be a known wizard, a famous one, but those were the foolish hopes of a child. Child him hadn’t known how ridiculously impossible it was to get a permit for magic use. He was still waiting to hear back from the Permit Office about getting an appointment to discuss the possibility of him using magic, and that was nearing three years now. He had a sneaking suspicion they’d forgotten he’d sent in an application.

Since Scar wasn’t the type of person to give up on his dreams, he’d just… Not told the Permit Office he was using it. He had found a market online, for people just like him, with the same idea. Not evil people, who wanted to practice black magic, but people who simply couldn’t, because the system sucked. And with his natural talent for arcane arts, Scar had gotten quite popular, especially with his potions. Who wouldn’t love something that was slightly cheaper, and yet worked far better than anything store bought?

Because his apartment had been basically turned into a magic lab it was hard to hide an entire room set aside for the business, with magical ingredients and chalk marks left over from spells everywhere, his friends had caught on fairly quickly to what he was doing. They had then made it their mission to help Scar with this side gig, as well as cover things up from the authorities. Absolute legends, they were. Total life savers. Scar couldn’t count how many times they’d saved him after he’d said one too many suspicious things to an officer of the Poe Poe.

It was with their help the Permit Office hadn’t needed to investigate where he lived, because he had no idea where he would hide all his highly illegal stuff. Anyway, he knew he’d get some warning before it happened, if it did ever happen, because the Permit Office loved to send warning notices ahead of time, which was very helpful if you needed to get rid of something they wouldn’t approve of.

But what Scar had forgotten, was that the Permit Office didn’t always do that. They were forgetful over there, workers slacking off all the time, and he’d even heard rumours that they burnt complaints so that they wouldn’t have to do the paperwork for it. Before he’d started up his magic industry, Scar had been in a similar type job, though not for the government, and he understood why they’d do it, even if he didn’t approve. Hey, maybe that’s what happened to his initial request…

Anyway, that was why, when his doorbell rang that morning, and Scar had opened it to find someone in complete Permit Office uniform, standing outside his door expectantly, he had been incredibly surprised, since he hadn’t received any information about this. He was also incredibly relieved when he realised he hadn’t been making any potions at that moment, because it would have been very clear to the Permit Worker in front of him. He was wearing a teal shirt, with a black tie and beige pants. His hair was short, and the colour reminded Scar of sand on a beach, or desert. The nametag pinned to his shirt read “Hello, my name is ___”, with the word Grain scrawled in the empty space.

“Good morning, officer Grain! How can I be of assistance?” Scar asked cheerfully, leaning in the doorframe, effectively blocking the Permit Workers view of his home. The man scowled in response, black eyes narrowing as he glared bitterly at Scar. “My name,” he began, looking offended at the mere prospect of someone getting it wrong, “Is Grian. And I’m a Permit Manager, not an officer.”

Oops. That was his dyslexia's fault. Still, not exactly super polite, in Scar’s opinion. He could’ve been a bit nicer about it. Scar felt a hint of sarcasm make its way into his words as he answered the manager known as Grian. “My sincerest apologies, manager Grian. How can I be of assistance?” Grian raised an eyebrow, as if it was obvious what he was here for, and Scar was the rude one. “You are Scar Goodtimes, yes?”

Scar nodded, tilting his head a little to one side. “That’s me.” He agreed. “What about it?” Grian made a notation on his checklist, before responding. “Then you should be informed of the observation I have to make of your house and permits today.” He hummed, smiling a little. “Shall we begin?”

His heart dropped. Scar’s own smile faltered for a fraction of a second, though he regained his bearings almost immediately. “W-why yes of course, Grian! Just give me a moment, it’s really quite a mess in here… I didn’t actually get any sort of warning about this you see…” And hurriedly shut the door in the manager's face. He shakily sat down on the other side, taking a deep breath in, and out. He could do this. He hadn’t been expecting this, sure, hadn’t known about it, but that was fine.

After all, if he knew anything from the times his friends had been surveyed about their homes and jobs, the person being sent didn’t actually know what their job was. Also, they had very strict work hours, so if Scar managed to use up all of Grian’s time without needing to show him the non-existent permit, he could get away scott free.

Yep. This was possible. Grinning from ear to ear, Scar spoke in his most convincing, salesman type voice as he opened the door again, staring right back at the suspicious manager. “Why don’t you come in?” He offered, eyes sparkling. Grian grumbled a ‘let’s get this over with’ and stepped inside.

Scar was ready for anything the permit office could throw at him. As the door clicked shut, he felt confident he had the upper hand here. It was his own home. His own ground. He was totally ready. The manager would be none the wiser, because he was one hundred percent trustworthy.

. . .

Grian wasn’t sure what Scar’s deal was, but whatever it was, he didn’t trust it in the slightest.

First of all, he seemed to have no idea about the inspection that was schedueled today despite the weeks notice. That was already very strange. The Permit Office (almost) always made sure people were well notified ahead of time. He must have just not been paying attention. Secondly, he kept switching between being charismatic and nervous. He was probably hiding his terror, deep down. And thirdly, he’d gotten Grian’s name and job title wrong! He had to have done it in order to annoy Grian. He must dislike the Permit Office. Therefore, there had to be something off about one of his permits. Maybe he didn’t even have one.

That was an appalling prospect. Imagine not having a permit. Grian had no idea what the world would look like where people didn’t use permits for everything and didn’t follow the rules. It would definitely lead to total destruction and anarchy. No doubt about it.

If only he had access to his documents. Then he’d at least know if this so-called ���wizard” was telling the truth. Now, Grian was just in for an hour of awkward chatter as Scar led him around his apartment, showing him all his magic supplies. At least he got to make notes about how things looked. The safety measures, and what rules he crossed.

The apartment in itself wasn’t too shabby. Rather spacious for one person, enough to have both a general living space as well as a separate room for his work. After a general tour, Scar sat him down in an armchair while he went to make some drinks. It was rather strange how hospitable he was being. Most people would just show their home and their permits and be done with it, not needing the full hour unless they had some sort of mansion. You’d think the man was stretching time out. Almost like Scar enjoyed talking to him.

Grian nearly laughed out loud at the absurdity of the thought. Wanting to talk to him? That certainly couldn’t be it. So then, why couldn’t he just show him his permits? Unless he had a reason to hide them, something he’d get in trouble for…

Hmmm…

Oh. Ohhh. That made much more sense. Scar must have a permit in his possession that he wasn’t using! Well, that just wouldn’t do. Once he returned, he’d immediately get down to business. And it wouldn’t be too bad if Scar immediately confessed. He’d only have to pay a small fine. No, it was if he lied about not having a permit. Then he’d be in serious trouble. For his sake, Grian hoped he wouldn’t try and be clever about things, though he knew he probably would.

Adjusting his position, Grian added his suspicions to the checklist. Everything of importance had to be written down. It was the only way things would get done. Not that he particularly cared if things got done or not, as long as they weren’t his problem.

With annoyance, Grian’s eyes landed on the shelves and shelves of potions that were literally everywhere. Hardly any of them were labelled, and none of the shelves looked properly nailed to the wall. Honestly, it felt like something would tip over any second. Ugh. Potion stains were horrible to get out, and potion effects were even harder. Grian almost pitied Scar in advance for when those fell, but he reminded himself that he was probably lying to the Permit Office, which was unacceptable behaviour.

Scar, from Grian’s observations, seemed to be a reasonably pleasant chap, at least to look at, besides his problems with the government. Green eyes, brown hair, a sane sense for fashion. Really, the only off-putting thing about him (personality not included) were the scars that covered his arms and face. A fitting name for the man, he supposed, if a bit of a cruel joke.

In a few minutes, Scar returned, bringing two cups of tea with him. He set them both down on the small coffee table in front of Grian, before sitting down in the armchair opposite him. Clasping his hands together, he smiled warmly at Grian. Grian scoffed internally. Who did this man think he was, to try and get away from using a Permit he requested without consequences? He cleared his throat. “So, Mister Goodtimes-“ he started, trying to hurry this up, but was rudely interrupted.

“Oh, you can just call me Scar!” Scar told him pleasantly, much to Grian’s annoyance. He rolled his eyes and continued. “Alright, Scar, could you please bring me your permits for inspection?” 

Grian watched with an odd sense of satisfaction when Scar’s face paled, and his chatter faltered. He noticed how quickly he regained his confidence, even though it was probably false confidence, same as earlier, when Grian had initially arrived. What an interesting individual, who had just opened his mouth, presumably to speak lies.

“Right, of course! Just- erm, give me a moment while I search for them?” Scar spoke with a nervous tick, a tug at the corner of his mouth. “I don’t usually keep them out on display, so they could be anywhere…”

What an original excuse, the ‘I can’t find them’. Grian had had that trick pulled on him many a time. He figured he’d play along with him a little, give him some false hope. If this took up enough of his time, he wouldn’t have to do the paperwork he knew was waiting for him once he returned to the office. The best way to procrastinate was having a reason for it, after all.

Smoothly, he responded. “But of course, Scar. We have all the time in the world.” He smiled, but it wasn’t his genuine smile. It was the one he used specifically to make people uncomfortable. Look, being a Permit Worker was boring, okay? He had to find some way to entertain himself while doing his job. Scar nodded, turning his back on him quickly as he stood up yet again, going into a different room. Grian could hear the sound of a chest being opened, and someone rummaging through it. All for show, of course, but he noted that it was a better show than most.

Grian sipped his tea as he waited. Scar’s voice was heard from the other room every now and again, apologising for the inconvenience and offering to get Grian something from his kitchen, which he politely declined. Eventually, after checking his watch, he decided he’d had enough. 

Time to get this over with.

“You know, I don’t actually have all day,” he called, and heard a loud thud followed by a muttered curse, as Scar presumably hit his head on something, probably having tried to turn in Grian’s direction. “If you could perchance come back to the living room?” A few grumbles, and Scar emerged again, looking sheepish. “Why of course, of course! What would you like to discuss?” He asked, sinking gratefully back into his seat.

He cleared his throat. “Well, you see, Scar, and I might be wrong here,” Grian carefully got up, walking over to stand on the far side of the room, where the higher up potions stood, on higher up shelves. “I think that you may be lying to the Permit Office about owning a permit.” Seeing Scar stiffen only confirmed his suspicions. He was certain about what this man had done wrong.

Taking a glance at the time on his watch, he determined he probably had more than enough time to get his point across. “Now, the Permit Office isn’t generally fond of these types of things. And, rule breakers generally ought to be punished, ey?” Grian watched as Scar fidgeted with the buttons on his shirt, the anxiety pooling in his light green eyes. Unlike Grian’s, with eyes the colour of black ink, where emotion could hide.

“So, I feel the best way to go about this is if you, without fuss, hand over your unused permit, pay a small fine, and we can all be on our way. Sounds good?” His emotions could be a bit on the impatient side, and he found that he had in fact lost most of the patience he had.

Scar started nodding, to Grian’s relief, before a frown appeared on his face. “Wait, but I don’t have an unused permi-“

“Quiet!” Grian hissed, slamming his hand against the wall as a way to get Scar to stop talking, stop lying. He didn’t have time to deal with it. He also didn’t have time to notice how a potion shelf, the one above him and just a little to the left to be exact (and he liked to be) tilted in his direction when he did this. If he had, this might not have happened. Scar wasn’t paying attention to it either, feeling generally hurt that Grian had gotten it wrong, too annoyed to see how he could’ve gotten out of the situation with ease. “Look, don’t bother lying. It’s rather obvious that you’re purposefully stretching out time to avoid showing me your permits.”

“Well… Yes, but-“

“And the evidence is clear that, besides your rather successful magic industry, you have an extra permit that you’d been planning on setting up, but never had time to use.” The sound of glass sliding against wood was a sound too quiet for either person to pick up, as a potion slowly slipped towards the edge. Grian was staring Scar down, unblinking, as he glared defiantly back. If he was going to fail for honour, he was going to fail for the right honour, gosh darn it!

“Well, kind of, but you see- “

“And therefore, it would be better for all of us if you just hand over your permit, so it can go back in the system, and you’ll get only a slap on the wrist. Sounds fair?” Grian tilted his head, not understanding why Scar was so against this. It wasn’t like he was even going to get in a lot of trouble for this. What on earth could possibly be the matter, he couldn’t tell, which was annoying, since he’d spent a lot of time learning to read people and their intentions, which had saved him from a lot of problems in the long run.

“Would you just listen!?” Scar exclaimed, standing up in such a rush that his feet hit the floor with a very loud thud. And then three things happened in very fast succession, and it’s  very important we know all of them slowly, otherwise things would be incredibly confusing.

First, Grian backed against the wall, hitting it, and held his arms up, looking like he was about to say something about not being allowed to threaten or interrupt workers of the Permit Office whilst doing their job. There was probably a form about it somewhere, which Grian probably knew by heart.

Second, the potion closest to the edge, the one that had started to slide, fell. Scar noticed it then, but not Grian. He made a move towards him, in panic, like he wanted to push Grian out of the way. He didn’t know what exactly the potion was off the top of his head, but it might’ve been something dangerous. And anyway, glass smashing against your head still hurts like hell. But he was too late.

Third, the potion hit Grian, and there was a loud crash followed by a bang and a flash. Scar threw his hands over his ears at the noise, and squeezed his eyes shut. Usually, if a potion fell while he was working on one, he had earplugs in, so the sound was never so bad. He also always had potion proof clothing, which the Permit Office did not, except on special occasions.

After a few moments, Scar looked up, praying that he hadn’t injured, or worse, killed, someone. A Permit Office Manager no less. They’d have his head if they caught wind of that. But he didn’t look dead. In fact, he didn’t look like anything at all, since Scar couldn’t actually see Grian, and for a split second hoped that maybe it had been an invisibility potion, and that was it. Yet no curses came from what seemed to be empty air, no complaints or angry remarks. He looked down at the mess below, the shattered glass and the colourful liquid that was staining the carpet, and his eyes landed on something small.

Oh.

So it was that kind of potion.

Shoot.

. . .

Grian woke up with a horrible throbbing pain in the side of his head. It was not a great way to wake up, and he was missing a pillow and his bed felt strange. Muttering something incomprehensible, he tried turning over to get into a more comfortable position. Why it felt so much like everyday cloth instead of bedsheets, he couldn’t say.

As he lay there, calmly waiting for his alarm to go off as it always did, and relishing in the feeling of extra sleep, his brain slowly recapped what had happened yesterday. A boring day at the office to begin with, then he’d been assigned to go to some guy, Scar Goodtimes, and review his house and permits.

Then what?

His memory was blurry, of the end of the visit, and he could not for the life of him remember what he did next. Frowning in his sleep, or in his half-asleep state, it didn’t matter which it was,  Grian slowly turned over each and every encounter he’d had for breakfast that morning, to how he’d walked to the apartment, not knowing it was a good hours walk, despite what his phone had said, to shouting at Scar about his permits (which was allowed under special circumstances, check form MOTL6511 in the Permit Office rule book), to… to… something hitting his head. And he remembered a strange feeling, and a loud noise, and a bright light. Like a potion effect.

With a sudden sense of foreboding, Grian opened his eyes, sitting bolt upright on whatever he was lying on. His surroundings hit him like a train. He knew immediately that he’d been right about a potion, and he knew exactly what potion had fell on him.

He was lying, on a piece of cloth, on a desk, in a room that was a million times too large for him. From what he could see, the room was Scar’s office, which meant the man hadn’t had the intelligence to bring him to a hospital to get him treated for this. He probably didn’t want to get in trouble. Grian could understand that, but he didn’t have to like it. Hopefully he could bargain with Scar once he turned up.

It was honestly overwhelming, being this small. Everything looked so much more dangerous, and he felt so out of place. He’d managed to mistake a piece of cloth for his bed, albeit with some suspicions. Standing up shakily, he put a hand to his head, feeling bandages. He vaguely noted how textures also felt different to him, yet he could still tell what it was. On a scientific level, that was interesting, since his senses had adjusted to his size somehow, and at the moment, he could only think on scientific levels, because if he thought on personal levels relevant to him, Grian was afraid he’d start screaming.

Footsteps could be heard in the distance, loud for Grian, and far away for him too. He could also hear them coming closer by the second, accompanied by Scar’s voice, who seemed to be singing, but what exactly it was he was singing, Grian couldn’t say. Luckily, that gave him plenty of warning. Enough warning to, in a moment of panic, bolt to the nearest hiding place. In this case, that was behind a plant pot. Grian ducked out of sight just in time, as he heard the creak of the door opening ever so clearly.

“-She seems to have an invisible tou-ch! She takes- Wait, um…” The footsteps paused, and Scar’s voice faltered. “Where on earth…” He heard Scar mutter to himself. “Grian? Are you here?” He called, and Grian, though he didn’t look, could feel Scar’s presence at the desk. Even if he couldn’t, he’d have known he was there.

Grian winced. The volume was way too loud for his now incredibly sensitive ears. He curled up on himself, praying Scar wouldn’t find him, or that he’d at least shut up. Scar did not find him, not immediately anyway, and Grian was getting the feeling that he wasn’t very observant. But he didn’t shut up, instead choosing to pace about the room, talking half to Grian and half to himself, since he didn’t seem entirely certain if Grian was actually there or not.

“You aren’t actually gone, right? There’s no way you could’ve disappeared from there in such little time… unless… but that’s probably not the case…” He spoke in a slightly mumbled tone, but the worry Grian could hear in it was surprising. Maybe since he was injured. He almost felt bad, but the terror and his initial reaction of annoyance to the man back when he was his normal height stopped him from feeling guilty enough to let himself be seen.

Scar sighed. “I guess you must be freaking out right now. I mean, I would too, if I was in your situation. But I really do need to talk to you.” Grian raised an eyebrow, though he knew it was pointless and that it didn’t matter, since literally no one could see him. It was for the principle, or something. He kept listening.

“Look, uh, see, the problem at hand, is that I’m not sure about turning you back to normal.”

That certainly got Grian’s attention. An “excuse me!?” Escaped his mouth before he could stop it, the sheer horror and offence that that sentence had dealt him resulted in himself accidentally giving away his hiding place. Grian curled up on himself, stiff and suddenly as quiet as a mouse. He heard Scar turn his direction, slowly making his way closer and closer to him, like he was afraid Grian would bolt at any sign of sudden movement. To be fair, Grian wasn’t sure he wouldn’t.

Scar’s voice rang out from above again. He sputtered indignantly. “W-well, not exactly! More like a- a- well, um, why don’t you come out so we can discuss it?” When he received no response from Grian, he added hopefully: “I’ll stay on the other side of the room?”

With reluctance, Grian nodded. Then he remembered Scar couldn’t see him, and grumbled (for he wasn’t sure if he spoke in his normal voice it wouldn’t falter) yes. Once he was positive that Grian was in fact on the other side of the room from Scar, not within reachable distance of Scar’s hands, and definitely not within killable distance of Scar’s anything, Grian got up shakily. He hesitantly stepped out into the open, his heart racing, hands clammy, feeling ever so slightly sick to his stomach.

It was even more terrifying now that he could actually view just how big Scar was compared to him. He’d made some rough calculation when he’d first woken up, which was why he’d avoided Scar to begin with, but now, looking up at him, Grian could see that no calculation would ever have prepared him for this. A dizziness overtook him for a moment, and Grian swayed, just a little bit, where he stood. Scar, standing too far away to see him properly, didn’t notice. If Scar standing so far away already gave him this sort of feeling, Grian couldn’t even begin to imagine how it would feel when he came across his coworkers in this state, or his friends. He also didn’t trust that Scar wouldn’t just walk over here, not caring if Grian had or hadn’t given his consent.

He had every right not to trust the man.

To the untrained eye, one would say he looked at ease with the situation, like he’d experienced similar ones on the job before. A trained eye would point out how he wasn’t looking directly at Scar, how his nails were digging into the palms of his hands, and he stood like he was made of stone. The only eyes upon him though, were the ones of Scar, and they, again, couldn’t tell. Taking a deep breath in, Grian started talking with relative calmness, a sharp difference compared to how he actually felt. Years of practicing his voice, since a lot of the time he spent talking over speaker when speaking to people who wanted an argument with the Permit Office. Those people were always Dealt With.

“Mister Scar Goodtimes, are you aware of the problems you have brought upon yourself?” He asked. Grian always tried to bring himself to a sense of authority, it was a habit he had a hard time breaking. Even in a situation like this, he still searched for any bit of leverage he could use to hold over the person he was speaking to. Scar responded with hesitance. “I think so, yes. That would be accidentally harming a Permit Manager and accidentally using a potion effect against them?”

Grian was about to agree, but remembered to add the rest. “And also lying about your permits to the Permit Office.” Scar nodded, looking a little guilty as he did so. “Erm, yes. About what my job is.” Frowning, Grian looked right up at the towering figure, immediately regretting it as he was washed over with another wave of nausea. He found he was also unable to look away. “No, it- it was about an unused permit, wasn’t-“

A thought struck him. You could see the realisation sneakily creep its way onto Grian’s face as he stared up in complete shock and, if he was being with himself, also with some form of respect for what had to be an absolute madman. “You… you’re not telling me…” He began, trying to doubt what he had just deduced. The madman in question averted his eyes, looking horribly embarrassed.

“I converted my whole apartment, I run a successful business, and I don’t even have the permit for it.” Scar confirmed.

Wow.

Grian nearly facepalmed at the sheer stupidity of that. But he didn’t, because his fear overtook his want to scoff at idiocy in its finest form, which was apparently this man. “Right, so that adds gaslighting to the table”, he muttered, and much to his surprise, because he’d been completely genuine about that, Scar laughed. “Right, right, obviously.” And then his face turned serious, and Grian felt a horrible sense of nervousness and dread. “See, I don’t actually want these charges to be put on me…”

Scar kept talking, saying things like “just until I know it’s safe”, “I’m truly really sorry about this but”, and “I promise this situation won’t be bad for you”. He sounded rather horrified at the words coming out of his mouth, and on some level, Grian understood. Scar had just been doing, and was doing, what he needed to to survive. During his time at the Permit Office, there had been plenty of moments as he sent people off to goodness knows where, questioning his own morals and sanity as he did so. But the answer had sadly always been obvious. His life or theirs, in some shape or form.

It was also the moment that, deep down, Grian realised he was going to be like this for some time. That he wasn’t going to see his friends or family for a while. It didn’t actually register, because his brain didn’t want it to register, until much, much, later.

. . .

Scar thought that conversation had gone rather well. Sure, the contents of the conversation weren’t pleasant, but at least Grian hadn’t started screaming, or tried to jump off the table, or threaten him or something.

Look, he’d had a lot of worries about what could’ve gone wrong, okay? But instead, the Permit Manager Grian had been very complacent. Almost too complacent. It was kind of unnerving. It might’ve been a Permit Office thing, but he had a suspicion it was how the poor guy dealt with it.

It was technically keeping someone else imprisoned. He’d basically kidnapped someone. That was not a fun thought to think, but Scar was doing it for himself. He’d heard horror stories about people getting into trouble with the Permit Office, never to return. Or worse, return with a personality that wasn’t theirs. Scar didn’t want that happening to him, obviously.

Even if that meant hiding a tiny Permit Worker for long enough to convince him not to report him to the authorities. It sounded like it could work in theory? Probably? But Scar didn’t have time to test it, he’d been thrown straight into field work.

Grian had been left alone on the desk. Scar had promised to come back with food, but he wasn’t sure Grian would let him anywhere near him. Understandable, yes, because he had every right not to trust him, but they were going to have to make an agreement about it sometime soon. After all, they were living together now

Speaking of which, what did Grian eat? Did he have allergies? Medical issues? Scar was ashamed he hadn’t thought about it sooner, he had this problem all the time when he went to visit people. They never asked, and then never had the potions he used to be able to stand without pain. Then he’d either need a cane or a chair, or he’d have to dig into his emergency supply. Scar made a mental note to ask Grian the next time he saw him. Hopefully that would also prove that he cared. Hopefully.

Cutting up carrots, because you could never go wrong there, Scar pondered how tiny portions would look. He’d seen some videos with them online, but those were more for look and style than taste and texture. And he wasn’t even a professional chef. Sure, he could bake real well, and sometimes sold pastries at the market (which didn’t need a permit, all of the stalls fell under the market permit which belonged to the person hosting the market, just to be completely clear) but he wasn’t sure he could bake that delicately. He’d have to follow some tutorials, probably.

Either way, Scar was determined to make this situation the best it could be, despite the circumstances. He’d get Grian to trust him. And he’d start small. 

With carrots.

. . .

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