#I love these two the banter is 1000/10

[juneviews]

"What are you looking at?"

[awearywritersworld]

i have for the first time found what i can truly love—i have found you

sukuna x reader summary: you and sukuna go out for a late night meal. gojo finds out about your... relationship. sukuna is forced to take care of you when you come home drunk. w/c: 2.85k tags/warnings: enemies to lovers. fluff. lots of banter. cursing. jealous/protective!sukuna. gojo being a flirt. aged up!yuuji. features a teeny bit of yuuji x reader. drinking and drunk!reader. not canon compliant. fem!reader. no use of y/n. no manga spoilers. a/n: i think i like how this turned out! also, the first two sections could def be read as a fluffy lil stand alone. idc whats happening in the canonverse, sukunas just a tsundere who adores us very much<3 series masterlist // masterlist

"maybe if you stare long enough, food will magically appear," sukuna calls to you from the kitchen table.

"this is no joking matter," you scold from your place in front of the fridge. "i'm starving."

"well, here's an absurd idea— let's go eat."

you turn toward him, finally closing the fridge, and tilt your head to the side. "you eat?"

"of course." he leans back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. "i typically prefer babies, but hell, i'd even go for an old man right now. i'm famished."

your eyes widen and your mouth falls open. he lets the panic simmer on your face for a few more cruel moments. "i'm kidding, idiot. i eat food, same as you."

"i knew that," you assert. the way your shoulders sag in relief tells him otherwise.

"right," he smirks. after standing up, he grabs your purse and tosses it in your direction. "where to? you're buying."

with only so many places open at midnight, you begin your journey to a 24 hour ramen shop.

you've hardly interacted with sukuna outside of your apartment, so this is certainly an experience you didn't anticipate. and in fact, you're shocked at how normal it feels— almost as if it's a date.

as you walk down the street, people eye him suspiciously because of the dark lines they assume are tattoos. it doesn't bother you though, nor does the lateness of the hour. you know that you're safe because you're with him.

your hands keep brushing against one another's, and you're hoping that he'll eventually take a hint and reach for yours. he doesn't (i mean come on, do you even know who you're dealing with?).

he does at least pick up on your pouty expression with impressive ease. "what now?"

"nothing," you huff.

"don't be a brat."

you sigh dramatically. "you're supposed to hold my hand."

"sure princess," he says condescendingly, lacing his fingers through yours. "maybe use your words next time like a big girl."

he doesn't fail to notice the ensuing skip in your step, and he kicks himself for regarding it as cute.

when you arrive at the ramen shop, sukuna orders no less than three bowls, which earns him a glare once the waitress walks away.

"when i agreed to pay, i didn't know what a glutton you are."

"oh yeah? cause i'm just the picture of temperance any other time?"

you scoff. "well you've got me there."

a sly smirk settles onto his face before he speaks again. "maybe one day you'll learn how greedy i am when it comes to the things i've deemed pleasurable."

you choke on the water you'd just brought to your lips, your face heating up as if it'd been bathed by fire.

wiping at your mouth, you try your best to recover quickly. "whatever, you hellion. as long as that doesn't involve a fourth bowl of ramen."

you're no more than 10 steps away from the shop when you hold out your hand to him. "ahem."

he grabs it roughly and not without rolling his eyes.

"what?" you ask innocently. "that was a word."

"hardly," he jeers. "for as much as you read, i'd expect you to be more fluent than a child."

"and at 1000 years old, i'd expect you to be more charming than a teenage boy, but i guess we're both making concessions."

"see, this is the part that puzzles me. you never seem to have trouble with your words when you're being insolent."

"maybe it's a sign," you begin whimsically. "the universe decided you need to be taken down a peg."

"ah, yes. you as the executor of the universe's will. i don't know why i couldn't see it before."

you giggle, rather delighted that he's elected to play along with your quips. there's something that feels so warm and pleasant about it.

as you wonder if he feels it too, your hand tightens around his.

you're not quite ready to head back to your apartment just yet, because you're scared you'll lose the atmosphere surrounding the two of you. in truth, it's a bit intoxicating.

the perfect opportunity arises when you spot a small park up ahead. lights are strung around the trees, all of which are situated around a small fountain.

"we should stop at that park!" you hardly finish speaking before you take off in that direction, tugging him along behind you.

after you plop down on the fountain's ledge, sukuna takes his place beside you.

"let's sit here for a little while."

he doesn't respond and you take his silence as agreement. he's not really one to stifle his grievances.

as the minutes pass, the rush of the fountain is the only noise that fills the air, while you gaze at the trees with a serene expression.

sukuna, however, is looking at you. the only care he has for the trees is the way their lights reflect in your eyes. otherwise, he's fully occupied by the curve of your nose and the fullness of your lips.

"isn't this pretty?" you finally ask.

"it's pretty," he agrees, even when such a soft word feels foreign on his tongue.

his eyes still haven't left you, and you seem to be oblivious to this fact until he reaches up to stroke your cheek with the back of fingers.

when your gaze lands on him, the fondness written all over his face catches you off guard and you realize how close the both of you are. without really thinking about it, you lean into his touch.

"very pretty," he repeats lowly, as if he's talking to himself.

your heart lurches once in your chest, then hammers away at your ribcage without respite. he leans toward you a fraction of an inch, his eyes flicking down to your lips for a brief second.

truthfully, sukuna has never felt the way he does in this moment. it's a sincere sort of desire. he doesn't want the mindless devotion he once thirsted for from his followers. and he doesn't want the sex he used to crave from his concubines.

no. he just wants you— in whatever capacity you're willing to have him.

the way he's looking at you is just too much. there's a dull thudding in your ears and you swear your thoughts are moving at a million miles a minute.

so naturally, you blurt out the first thing you can manage. "we should take a selfie!"

his face shifts from whatever that expression was to one of confusion. "take a selfie?"

some twisted mix of relief and disappointment crashes through you.

"yeah, a selfie. a picture together. ya know, since the park is so pretty," you ramble.

he pulls away from you. not all the way, but enough that it gives you space to finally breath. he chuckles and it doesn't sound lofty like it so often does. in fact, he seems genuinely amused by you.

"a selfie," he deliberates. "that sounds great, but to the best of my knowledge, hell hasn't frozen over."

and just like that, your dynamic feels like it did during your walk from the ramen shop to the park— comfortable and fun.

"well i guess you would be one of the first to know."

ignoring his protests, you take out your phone and hold it far enough away that the camera captures both of your faces. you can see on the screen that he's put on an expression of complete boredom.

"c'mon," you nudge him with your elbow. "you look like you hate me."

the corner of his mouth curves upward. "that's because i do."

you think back on the way he was gazing at you just moments ago and laugh. "you're so full of shit."

then, without warning, you press a kiss to his cheek and click the button.

you decide that his vague look of contented surprise will just have to do.

when you and yuuji walk into the bar, you immediately spot one of the people you're there to meet. he's sitting at a hightop by himself, his snow white hair pretty hard to miss.

you tap his shoulder and his face breaks out into a grin. he slides out of the barstool. "if it isn't my favorite civilian!"

as he pulls you into a hug, you wonder if he's ever going to get tired of that joke. "if it isn't my favorite old man."

"35 is not old," he argues, moving to greet yuuji. "i'm still in the summer of my life, thank you very much!"

"gojo you're 36," the pink haired man remarks.

"gah! such betrayal, yuuji!" he presses his hand to his forehead and takes a deep breath. "now i'm going to need another round."

"i'll go and get drinks for all of us," you offer. "you two stay here so no one takes the table."

before either of them can respond, you turn and begin making your way through the crowd. you don't hear gojo when he calls out, "but darling! i should go with you!"

he takes a step in your direction, but stops when sukuna's mouth appears on yuuji's cheek. "you certainly should not, you insufferable half wit."

"relax, dude. he flirts with literally everyone," yuuji informs him.

gojo scoffs. "i am right here—"

"as if that makes it better?" sukuna barks. "she isn't some toy to be played with."

"of course she isn't! you can't honestly think i'd believe otherwise."

gojo is left forgotten for a moment as the other two bicker, so he interjects once there's a lull in the conversation. "do either of you care to explain what the hell is going on?"

yuuji turns toward him, trying and failing to hide the embarrassment on his face once he realizes that gojo is, in fact, still standing there.

his eyebrows are raised above his sunglasses and it's clear he is inappropriately amused by the situation (what else is new?). he moves to sit across from the younger man, looking at him expectantly.

having no way to talk himself out of this, yuuji relays the recent events regarding you and sukuna, sparing some of the finer details. gojo's face doesn't really betray much emotion throughout the story, though he does look thoughtful by the end of it.

leaning forward, he crosses his arms on top of the table. "maybe your feelings for her are influencing his own, forcing a sort of bond between them?"

"i don't think so," yuuji contends honestly. "other than her, you're the person i admire and respect the most, but he thinks—"

"that you are perhaps the most imbecilic rampallion i've ever had the displeasure of coming across."

gojo jerks back, as if the insult had hit him squarely in the jaw. the look of giddiness from yuuji's compliment, followed by the shift to indignation at sukuna's insult is almost comical.

he stretches his neck forward, cupping his hand around one side of his mouth as if it'd keep sukuna from hearing. "what'd he just call me?"

yuuji shrugs. "beats me, but i don't think he was singing your praises."

"i see your point." gojo pauses, glancing over his shoulder. you're approaching the table, so he turns back to yuuji and quickly adds, "we'll talk more about this another time, but for now, keep this between us."

a few moments later, you appear in front of them and exclaim, "look who i found!"

megumi and inumaki situate themselves around the table too, offering their greetings. you slide yuuji and gojo their drinks, both of which are filled to the brim of the glass. "now then gentlemen, shall we?"

when gojo teleports you and yuuji back to your apartment that night, it takes everything in you to keep from yakking all over your carpet.

"ta ta, hooligans!"

you turn to request that he never do that again, but he's already gone. taking one step forward, you promptly fall on your ass in the entryway with an unforgiving thud. yuuji staggers toward the couch, making it there just in time to face plant into the cushions.

looking down toward your shoes, you're dismayed to find that each one appears to have two sets of laces. you're fumbling with them determinedly when someone crouches down in front of you, their elbows resting on their thighs.

he doesn't say a word. brushing your hands away, he unties your shoes and carefully pulls them off your feet. you're lifted from the floor before you can register the arm that's looped under your knees or the other that's securely around your back.

"careful," you hiccup, your head falling into the crook of his neck. "'m gunna p-puke."

"i'd rather you didn't."

you groan. "s'not like i 'ave a choice in the matter."

he hums. "how much did you drink?"

"dunno. sss'much. nobara—" you hiccup again. "nobara n' maki made me."

he chuckles, placing you down on what you figure is your bed. "right, i'm sure you had no choice in the matter."

"tha's correct, yes."

unbuttoning your jeans, he tugs upward on your belt loops. "lift."

you do as he says, lifting your hips from the bed so he can slide your jeans off your legs. he knows you won't remember this— hell, your eyes are already closed— but he looks away as he does it anyway.

pulling your phone from your pocket and putting it on the charger, your pants are discarded off to the side. he only turns his head back in your direction once he's pulled the blankets up over your body.

"tuck me in?" you request.

sitting down on the bed beside you, he does so without protest.

he stares at you for a little while, worried about how poorly you're probably going to feel in the morning. he presses a kiss to your forehead, intending to get up and grab a water bottle for your nightstand.

instead, his body freezes when he hears you mumble, "i love you s'much."

his heart clenches so painfully, he honestly considers ripping it from his chest— it would probably be less agonizing.

but a thought that makes him feel like a fool occurs to him. of course it's not him that you love. "i'm not yuuji."

"well, duuuhhh. you're s'kuna." you're peering up at him through tired, hazy eyes. it's the first time you've ever seen him look bewildered, so a small giggle erupts from your throat. "s'okay. you don't 'ave t'say it back."

your eyes flutter shut and your breathing evens out before he even thinks to respond. all at once, it's as if his head is empty and as if it's about to explode.

love?

what does he know about love? it's a sentiment he's cursed for so long, but sitting here beside you, he can't quite seem to remember why. one thing he is sure of, however, is that there's never been a thing in the world he's loved.

suddenly, he's struck with remembrance of a quote from jane eyre you had emphasized with messy underlines:

"after a youth and manhood passed half in unutterable misery and half in dreary solitude, i have for the first time found what i can truly love—i have found you. you are my sympathy—my better self—my good angel. i am bound to you with a strong attachment. i think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wraps my existence about you, and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one."

rochester says it as he begs jane to stay at thornfield with him, an act sukuna had previously regarded as ridiculous, but is that still the case?

were you to ever scorn him, would he fall to his knees and plead with you to change your mind? or if you were in danger of dying, would he drag himself to a shrine and pray to the gods he doesn't believe in?

is that what love is?

could he stand to be apart from you? are you special to him? does anything else in the world compare to you? does he seek out your company? is he consumed by you? can he know himself without knowing you?

does the definition of love lie in those questions?

sukuna hopes not, because he's terrified of the answers. being in love is not his way, nor is it in his nature.

he buries his face in his hands as realization settles into his bones. it feels as if they're splintering beneath the pressure, trying resentfully to stave it off.

he transcends any imaginable scale of power. he's bled entire villages dry, he's commandeered death, he's the king of curses.

so why now? and why you? is it divine retribution? a sick sort of joke that even he couldn't have dreamed up?

gods, you were right. the universe has sent you to carry out its will and he's completely powerless to stop it.

the worst part of it all? he doesn't want to.

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[not-those-kids]

uncharted golden abyss full review come and get it

overall: 6.5/10, good, compelling characters with a great haunting of the narrative on behalf of non-existent sam, but bogged down by ooc jokes and quips that gave misogyny and transphobia

i get that it’s not a naughty dog game and not the same writers were working on it

but while it had really great concepts some of the banter didn’t hit the mark enough for me to go lower than a 7. what i love abt all 4 games + ll is the banter. it establishes character very well, makes the audience relate more to the character, but doesn’t overextend it when it doesn’t need to happen (cough marvel). at least in the first four games + tll.

and when the banter is good in ga it’s really good. i loved nate’s dynamic with dante, i love that dante sucked massive shit. and even if sam wasn’t an established character at this time, i could see how his death might’ve influenced nate to work with dante.

dante shoving the fact that nate was basically a nobody who has done nothing WAS SO FUCKING POIGNANT, especially with the undercurrent of the sam haunting the narrative!!!! like fuck!! “what have you done in the last ten years except work pissant jobs for schlubs like me?” WHAT A GREAT LINE, and then nate pointing a gun at him LIKE UGH!!!! imagine ur brother died three or so years ago, and this ASSHOLE just throws it in ur face that you have accomplished NONE of what you wanted to do together. THATS FUCKING COLD AND RAW AND I FUCKING LOVED IT.

and then the dynamic between marisa and nate was great too! she really feeds off nate well, and tbh while i definitely got more of a friendship vibe off of them, i didn’t hate it that there was romantic tension there either. that being said, sometimes. and i mean sometimes. the way nate talked to her rubbed me the wrong way, and not only did it feel ooc for nate but it felt degrading to marisa. it was like having 95% of the cupcakes in the batch being great, and then 5% being either meh or just plain bad. the reason i say this is because i felt like they had a fun dynamic as being both knowledgeable on history, but nate was. somewhat harsh on her for seemingly no reason. sometimes the banter felt like boomer comedy, Oh She’s The Nagging Wife and he’s the Tired Husband.

like here are real quotes from the game from nate that felt ooc and degrading to marisa

“i’m listening… just not paying attention”

[after her foot got stuck under a heavy stone column and nate gets her out of it] “quit your bitchin’” (as a joke)

like even as a joke, it just doesn’t suit nate and it really rubbed me the wrong way. enough to me that those 5% of sour cupcakes in the batch tasted enough bad for me to be like :/

sully was also great in this for 95% of the game and then like. that god damn 5%!!!! like he’s always been a womanizer, but the way he talked abt women in this game was a lil more gross than normal. for me, it always seemed like sully would talk abt his partners, but idk. there was just something lacking in respect in how he talked abt them in this game. like. at the end he jokes abt two girls he finds attractive, at some point pontificating abt a girl’s lips. like which. idk. he’s always been a dirty old man. i just never really heard him talk abt…body parts. he always seemed too polite for that, if that makes sense.

what really drove the nail on the coffin for me was the very final line in the game. nate made a joke abt how sully slept w a woman’s “brother named isabel”. which is just. straight up transphobia meant to be a dig at sully and his masculinity (thank u danger on discord for putting my brain thoughts into words). and it’s just so!!! ew!!! don’t assign my nathan as a transphobe. canon disregarded and thrown away. thanks.

but again like i said, MOST of the banter was good. i love that nate was a lil environmentalist, and he’s still good at heart and you can tell. dante is 1000% the best pre uc4 antagonist FOR SURE, i will always remember how he understood nathan and used it against him and i just. ugh. i kinda wanna like him more than rafe is that crazy?

anyways. it just had some lil Written By Men moments that made me feel icky enough to rate it lower bc of that. but besides that, a lot of fun. cant rate it higher than uc1, but again. would watch again just for the dante and nate banter.

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

hi love <333 for the ask game 3, 6, 10, 26-- I kid you not I want to ask all of them but I'll stop with only four fbgf love you 💜💜

Thanks for the asks, Sil my love 🥰 Sorry it took me so long to post this, been a busy weekend!

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

I think my Readers all have a playful side to them and are unafraid to banter with/tease the main men! I also love a good enemies-to-lovers trope.

6. What’s one fact about the universe of [insert fic] that you didn’t get a chance to mention in the fic itself?

For Palomino, I don't deep dive into Jack's backstory with his wife, but it is in the back of my mind when I write for him.

As for Consent, I loved Gunther in the movie. I think Dieter would've stayed in contact with him, and he would definitely get along with Pete.

10. How do you decide what to write?

I'm very, very picky, which is why I'm no good at taking requests - my brain has to be 1000% persuaded that a story is a good idea or I just can't write it. This is why I still haven’t written for Javier P even though I’ve been dying to, I just can’t find an angle that I find convincing 😩

The two votes that I've done recently have been brilliant in helping me decide what to write. Getting feedback in the development stages gives me so much inspiration.

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

I think one with only dialogue would be a really cool challenge!

[blacksun-judar]

Relationships headcanons with Haitani Ran

rating: second part is nsfw! mdni.

notes: english is not my first language, so I apologize for any and all mistakes.

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• his love languages are physical touch and gift giving.

• this man will take any and all opportunities to touch you. doesn‘t matter where or when. you‘re either sat on his lap with his hands resting on your thighs or he‘s got an arm draped around you.

• if you‘re short enough, he‘ll occasionally use you as an arm rest too.

• bonus points if you‘re easily flustered. you think that‘s going to stop him? absolutely not. if anything it spurs him on even more.

• absolute menace.

• now, before you two got into a relationship, ran used to be a manwhore. he is well aware of the effect he has on women (and, admittedly, men too) and always, always takes advantage of it.

• you can‘t convince me that this man isn‘t a manipulative little shit. he‘ll promise them the world and then, once he‘s got what he wanted, drops them like a hot potato.

• i doubt he’d treat any of his flings to an expensive dinner or a night out though. they come flocking to him no matter what, so it‘s really just a waste of time and money in his book.

• rarely, if ever, develops crushes.

• wasn’t interested in you initially either. but once he’d realized you weren‘t quite as easily swayed and had no issue returning his teasing banter, ran made it his mission to win you over.

• didn’t even entertain the possibility of catching feelings himself. it sorta just happened and before he knew what was happening he was in too deep.

• ran needs someone who isn‘t afraid to speak their mind. someone who faces him head on, yet grounds him. he doesn‘t mind if you‘re more introverted than him, but I just don‘t see him working out with someone super timid.

• maybe it‘s because you never really expected or really wanted to be spoiled that he felt as though he had to.

• this man will buy you ABSOLUTELY anything. to the point where you have to remind him that it‘s making you uncomfortable and you’d rather he spent the money on other things.

• ran doesn’t get why you’re making such a fuzz about it, but will tone it down eventually.

• however, one thing he just can‘t stop himself from buying are clothes. he adores your style and we all know that he and rindou are roppongi‘s fashion icons. so whenever his eyes fall on something he thinks would suit you, he just HAS to get it.

• you don‘t know how he does it, but the clothes are always an 11/10. they fit like a glove.

• now, ran has no filter and a very short fuse at times. so if you two ever end up fighting – which happens less frequently than you‘d expect - he might say some really nasty shit. especially if he‘s jealous or his ego got hurt.

• takes a while for him to realize his screw up but he always comes around. ran has never had to filter himself and he definitely never had to apologize to anyone, so I think he struggles a lot admitting to his mistakes.

• early on, he has no idea how to genuinely verbalize an apology. though he does show you through his actions.

• as time goes on, he gets better at putting his feelings into words. it‘s a bumpy road and only ever happens around you and rindou.

• unlike his brother, ran doesn‘t mind letting people know about your relationship. it‘s not that he doesn‘t consider the risk, but he just loves showing you off too much and trusts himself enough to keep you out of harms way.

NSFW

• ran is a faux sympathy dom. period.

• now, if we’re being completely honest, sex wasn’t all that great at first. mainly because ran prioritized his own needs over yours.

• it’s not that he didn’t want you to feel good. quite the opposite really. but old habits die hard and ran had never given much thought to the needs of his one-night-stands.

• once you bring it up though, ran 1000% promises to do better. he genuinely loves you and doesn’t want you to feel unsatisfied. plus it’s a pretty big blow to his ego.

• so from here on out it’s foreplay. lots of it. for hours on end and to the point of overstimulation.

• you may have dug your own grave because seeing you teary-eyed and lost in pleasure awakened something primal in ran.

• now, he won’t even consider fucking you unless you’re already a blabbering mess and begging for him to fill you up.

• this man talks absolute filth. he’ll degrade you to hell and back.

• always horny and ready to go. very high libido and can go several rounds.

• loves seeing you on top of him. you’re never really in control but ran thinks it’s so cute how you struggle taking his cock.

• you can feel your legs burn and tears stream down your face as you’re practically begging ran to take over. but he doesn’t. he’ll just run his pretty hand over your cheek and wipe the tears away, telling you it’s alright. he knows and you can do it. the sadistic glee evident in the way he’s looking at you.

• and so you keep going, wanting to be a good girl for him. and it’s only when you’re absolutely spent that ran even considers granting your wish.

• he’ll have you on your back, legs pressed to your chest and his cock buried deep within your walls.

• will set a merciless pace and at this point there is no stopping him. he will coax orgasm after orgasm out of you and you’re so overstimulated and your mind so hazy that you can’t do anything but lie there and take it.

• after your fifth orgasm you’re practically begging him to go slower, to let you rest for a bit. but ran just shushes you. he knows it’s a lot but you can – no, you will – take it. and so you do.

• and by the time ran finds his release, your legs are trembling and your mind is blissfully empty.

• not the best at aftercare, but he'll make sure you're alright and drape a blanket over your small frame while your head rests on his chest.

• ran has a few shortcomings, all things considers. but he's trying his best. he really is.

i'll definitely make a part two. but rindou and sanzu hcs coming up next....

[soupbabe]

Heard you wanted to be spammed with requests-

So uh- Idk if you do platonic headcanons but- maybe platonic Stardust crusaders with a pillar crusader? Doesn't matter what,,, gender the bby pillar person is,,, just,,, sweet pillar babe who's tall af- and totally acts like a doofus at times---

You dont have to do this tho uvu

Stardust Crusaders + Pillarman! Reader HCs

It says Pillar*man* in title, but reader will be gender neutral, I think that's just the species (?) name! Also I like doing platonic requests so I don't mind doing this at all ! <3

Joseph Joestar

He met you around the time he met Santana

You were stuck in the same Pillar as the youngest pillarman, also playing the role of a guard dog before you were turned into stone

The main difference between you and your (uh forced adopted?) brother is that your face broke out in a huge smile and giggles filled the room when he booped your nose and told you to be happy

You were loyal to Kars, but throughout the time in Battle Tendency that decreased due to the realization that he never cared about you and did abandon you without thought

Joseph was there to comfort you through it and you helped in defeating Kars in return

After BT, you were sent to be studied at the Speedwagon Foundation and years later they were able to replicate the red stone of Aja for you

Ultimate Y/N ! Ultimate Y/N !

Sunburn no more

You became a nature deity, similar to Kars

First thing you did when the study was done was prank Joseph into thinking that the Ultimate Lifeform came back

Although it didn't work all too well, your forced down smile and stifled giggles definitely wasn't a sign of Kars, despite the mighty wings you sprouted

You lived with Suzi Q and Joseph for the majority of your new life and you adored being apart of their lives

Also they did make you babysit Holly numerous times even though you had no idea what a human baby looked like until now

Should've learned their lesson when one time you were caught making a rough sketch of what would have been a traditional pillarman tattoo on a 10 year old Holly, claiming that it's needed for her to grow up big and strong like you

Although you weren't a stand user, you had experience fighting ancient supernatural beings stronger than some stand users and you were a deity among men. Joseph didn't wait to take you with him when he found out that Dio was making a return

When Holly got sick and it was clear the crusaders had to go to Egypt, you didn't hesitate to sign up. It was a rare time that you were serious and your loyalty to your aged best friend shined through. You loved his family and you saw Holly grow up, of course you'd be there for him

Throughout SDC, you mostly just laughed at him (mostly during the fight with Mariah) and cracked jokes with him to ease tense situations

Also that bit at the end of the show where he pretended that Dio possessed his body?? He got that from you and you both laughed while Jotaro gave you both a glare

Iggy

Oh my god you barked back.

Y'all gossip with each other in dog, you're a nature deity, of course you can understand him perfectly

Added bonus of your powers is that he naturally relaxes with you

Sleepy gremlin

Jotaro Kujo

It took him a while to warm up to you

You were raised by Kars and Esidisi, dealing people who come off as cold and have occasional outbursts of anger come natural to you

He first doesn't think of you as anything when he first saw you

It wasn't until you sized him up, easily towering over the 6'5" teen, his eyes widened in astonishment a little

He has no problems with you, you're respectful to his mother and you respect his privacy for the most part

You're real bonding moment was when you made a lame, but fairfly obscure, fish pun when beating up the stand user of Dark Blue Moon

You both talked about marine life, he was genuinely interested in your experiences with ancient marine species and types of life before evolution made them what they were today

Although he doesn't like the happy go lucky types of people (they remind him of his annoying fangirls) you'll be the exception

A moment you both really became friends was in the Steely Dan fight

You shot your hand up in excitement, offering to aid in beating the hell out of the cocky bastard that mistreated Jotaro and Joseph

It was a good moment for you both to have light hearted banter and you ended the fight with a smile and a high five

Although persuading Joot to do the high five went more like: "Jotaro please" "No." "Pleassseeeeeee" "*sigh* Leave me alone after this."

I thank that you can't see stands. I can only imagine the endless lighthearted fights you and Star Platinum would have, you both giving each other proud smiles of how strong your friend has become

Noriaki Kakyoin

You gave a welcoming and cheerful aura when he woke up at the Kujo household

Out of all Crusaders, I do like to think that you would think of Kakyoin as more of a little brother

Probably because you miss Santana a bit tbh, red hair and a more reserved personality?? Easy for that to happen

Although you do make sure to keep that distinction between the two separate beings, gotta be healthy bby

You were one to always encourage him to get more out of his shell and be the friend he deserved

He would encourage you to speak about Pillarman society/culture when you both roomed together

One time you pranked him by giving him a handful cherries and giving him a tiny jumpscare when the cherries actually did turn back into your hand

Sometimes you both make fun of Polnareff together </3

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

,,,,big tall gentle giant? Oh my god he would've melted for you at first

He flirted with you first thing after the fight with Avdol, only to be immediately shut down with your laughter

It's not the first time someone hit on you, but his attempt was so cheesy and bad that it was funny

Don't worry he didn't keep on flirting with you though, it was clear that you weren't interested

That and you told him that you were over 1000 years old

You both were outgoing so it wasn't a big surprise that you two got along so well

He actually enjoys your tales of past fights and how it was like not being able to be in the sun for the longest time

That and he asked for hair care tips, your hair is very beautiful to him and to keep it as such even when you were turned to stone? Impressive

You both are dumbasses together, but you're the one to save his ass all the time

Especially during the first fight with Hol Horse, guns can't kill you and even then your skin can create a harsh shell to soften the blow

You just laughed it off, said that it tickled, and encouraged Polnareff to chase after the (now) frightened cowboy

You and Polnareff also have a lot in common too and you both are able to be for each other when it comes to Polnareff's grief over his sister and you technically being the only pillarman alive

Omg Y/N I can't believe you have yourself an emotional support himbo I'm jealous

You're also a wingman/wingwoman for him, years and years of experience (and using Joseph in his younger years as a "what not to do" reference) led you to being the perfect helper in getting whoever Polnareff wants

Muhammad Avdol

He's read about the Pillarmen, but he never thought that they were actually real

So when he met you he was flabbergasted

You and Avdol's friendship is like him unintentionally parenting a 7 foot 5 year old on one of those kid leashes

He knows that almost nothing can cause you great harm, but he still worries

Because of that his favorite form of hanging out with you involves chatting over tea or showing you foods you might not be aware of

In all honesty, it's greatly appreciated since your diet switched from vampires and humans to absorbing like 2-3 raw cows every other week. Your "palate" is not as expansive as you may think

While in India, you were able to buy some Henna and Avdol was very open to you giving him a mock Pillar tattoo

He wore it with pride and was very greatful

Sometimes when he gets homesick you make your arm into a chicken, and although it isn't the real thing, he appreciates it

You also show him ancient Pillar rituals too and it's his favorite thing to listen to

In return, you bother him to show you how to read tarot and tell him about (in your words) "occult business~"

You balance each other out and Avdol cherishes you greatly

When the mission to Egypt was over, he did name a chicken after you btw

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Here's another thing that makes the Hwal/Sangwoon ship so frustrating to me, it's that it could have been great if only they had been ready to portray it like the 1000 years old epic romance that it (probably) is supposed to be.

Granted, I may be getting ahead of myself since there are six episodes left, but their romance has been so unsatisfying so far that I think my point still stands. Going off the assumption that Hwal and Bulgasal Sangwoon were in love in their past lives and that despite losing their memories, they still fall in love through every reincarnation, then it's on the writers and directors to show on screen how inevitable and inexorable this fated attraction is. Show the anguish, the fear, the confusion, the rage as they cannot help but feel drawn to their mortal enemy. Show them struggling with themselves, fighting with all their heart to crush the feelings growing inside of them. Show them butting heads and pushing back against each other, if only to prove that the hatred is what is real, not the love. Show more scenes like Hwal's dream with Sangwoon strangling him on the bed, wherein his subconscious turns the whole thing into something almost erotic because although his mind hates her, his heart and his soul feels differently. And when it becomes more or less certain that neither Hwal nor Sangwoon was the one to murder the other's family, show the intense relief that they would feel after discovering that they don't have to be enemies, actually, and show how that feeling is mixed with the confusion and uncertainty that comes with having to unlearn what they had been convincing themselves was true for so long.

Instead what we got was Hwal being hateful with Sangwoon every time they're on screen together (except in episode 10 when suddenly he is gentle towards her), and Sangwoon seemingly choosing to interepret his hatefulness as friendly banter or something. We got piggyback rides and ahjumma mistaking them for a couple. Wordly things. Mundane. Except it shouldn't be mundane? These aren't two normal people falling in love, not when both initially want to kill the other and neither has any reason to completely trust the other. These are near gods with a thousand years worth of history between them and if there must be a romance, it should be as epic and grandiose as the rest of the plot!

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Infuriating

Here we go for a new fic for my 4.7k event!! Answering the request made by @inkhearthes​ for Sirius using the following prompt (they are written in italics in the fic):

9. "Does it hurt?"

"Not that... OUCH!"

10. "I can't believe you got punched in the face."

"For you. I got punched in the face for you."

11. "It's dark, and it's late, and I'm cold and I'm drenched with this freaking rain and yet all I can think about is that I love you."

34. "Cuddles, cuddles, cuddles!"

It's fluffy. A tiny bit angsty, maybe? I'm not sure, I think it's pretty fluffy.

Anyway, I hope you like it!!

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count : 3683

Of course, you had to be duelling against Sirius fucking Black.

Of course, out of all the students in seventh year with you, you had to be paired with the one you hated the most.

You found him absolutely infuriating. 1000% infuriating. The most annoying person on the surface of the Earth, you reckoned.

You had been facing him for five seconds and you were already so mad at his stupid long dark hair, and his bloody cute chin, and his stormy grey eyes that didn't seem to have an end, and those stupid lips you dreamt about kissing…

Argh! Really, he was insufferable!

And why did he even pick you? You knew the reason, of course, it was just to allow his idiotic best friend to try and seduce your idiotic best friend… as if Lily wasn't already just as head over heels for James than he was for her…

And so, you found yourself paired with Sirius fucking Black, of all people, and you wanted to slap this smirk of his away, or maybe kiss it, you weren't 100% sure yet.

Because, of course, you got along perfectly well with Sirius. You were both playful and full of banter, and he was charming despite being an idiot sometimes, and he was smart too, and talented, and very very sweet, and a little dangerous maybe and…

… and you had a crush on him.

Huge, HUGE crush on him, and that was bad. Very bad. Terrible. Especially because the crush you had wasn't really a crush and more like love.

So, you were mad at him. So mad at him for making you fall for him when you never even intended to befriend him in the first place, let alone love him. And yet, there you were. All this because he was just an absolute sweetheart with a stupid sense of humour and a heart of gold despite all the pain he had been through during his childhood, and had cheekbones to die for.

Of course, how could you resist him?

So now, there you were, about to duel you friend, aka crush, aka potential love of your life, and he was acting so smug about it you heaved a defeated sigh.

Both of you knew that you were better at duelling than he was, and you would soon kick his pretty arse, but you almost felt bad for it. You had your bloody, irrational heart to blame for it all.

Your teacher was gone for just a few minutes to fetch something - you were too focused on watching Sirius laugh at that moment to listen to your professor about what he was leaving the room for.

All you knew was that there was no teacher in the room, which quickly turned into some nasty argument between a few students behind you.

Why was your name even brought up in the first place, you had no idea. All you knew was that before you could understand what was really going on, one of the Ravenclaw boys you had rejected a couple of weeks before was shooting nasty comments at you.

But when the word slut rang through the room, the whole situation got out of hands.

"Hey, Trevor, why don't you shut it!" Sirius snapped before you could have time to reply on your own.

"Sorry, Black, What were you saying? Were you talking to me?"

"I told you to shut your stupid mouth! How dare you talk about her like that? Especially you, Trevor, considering that you have the brain of a mandrake: all you can do is whine all day long."

"Say that again to my face, just to see, Black!"

"Oh, but with pleasure…"

"Sirius!" you tried to hold him back as he strode across the room, meeting Trevor halfway, standing chest against chest and taunting each other to hit first.

James and Remus had taken a step towards the boys too, ready to defend their friend if need be.

You walked over the two of them and pulled at Sirius's sleeve.

"Sirius, please. He's not worth it."

"Yes, Black, listen to your girlfriend… oh wait, you ain't together. Yeah, I bet she rejected your sorry arse."

"Coming from you, who can only insult every girl who refuses a date, I find the blow particularly ironic."

"Don't worry though, I bet she's not a good enough shag anyway. Probably aren't worth the trouble…"

"Say one more word and I'll turn you into a toad," Sirius warned the Ravenclaw, grabbing him by the collar of his robes.

He was so blinded by his rage towards the boy that he didn't see anything else in the room.

How could he dare speak of you like this? You of all people? You, who were a literal ray of sunshine, and so incredibly talented, and bright, and kind, and smart, and hilarious, and he was head over heels for you. Sirius was ready to lose his mind with how much he loved you. Had for years. Had since that night in third year where he had caught you making a trip to the kitchens at midnight and had ended up sharing his snacks with you. Since that moment that you had laughed so much you had ended up chocking on your pudding. Since that night when, for the first time, you talked through the whole night. Since that early morning when you had cried when he had told you about how his family treated him. Since the second you had wrapped your arms around him and promised him that if he needed help, he just had to call you, and you would protect him.

And now hearing some idiotic ghoul insult you was making his blood boil so much that he wasn't able to notice anything happening around him, including Trevor's fist flying across the air to land on his cheekbone and make a clear cut through his skin.

Sirius was hitting the floor before he could understand what had happened, and his body had barely hit the ground that you and the rest of the Marauders were pointing your wands towards the Ravenclaw and his friends.

You were interrupted by the sound of footsteps of your professor coming back, though.

"Y/N, get Sirius to the hospital wing," James instructed, but his friend was already back on his feet, shaking his head.

"I'm fine, Prongs. 'S just a scratch."

"You're bleeding," you argued, but he shot you a grin as an answer.

"You should still go," Remus jumped in. "Or we might all end up in detention."

You grabbed Sirius's hand.

"Come on, you idiot."

"Hey!"

But you ignored his protest and dragged him into the corridor and away from the class, heading for the Hospital Wing.

"Now, I'm not sure that if we truly want to avoid detention, going straight to Mrs. Pomfrey would be the cleverest idea," Sirius argued. "Besides, it's nothing."

You had to agree with him on that, going to Mrs. Pomfrey would get both of you in detention. It was pretty obvious by the look of Sirius's cheekbone, bloody and slowly turning from pinkish to purple, that he had been punched.

"I think I can patch you up," you offered, taking a closer look at his bruising face.

"Perfect. Let's go to my dorm then. We won't be disturbed there."

You accepted with a nod, and followed him all the way to the Gryffindor tower and to his dormitory. And the more you walked across the castle, the angrier you were. Sirius was hurt, and it was because of you. You wanted to go back and turn Trevor into a lizard. You wanted to punch him too.

And what was Sirius thinking? Acting so recklessly?

The wound colouring his cheekbone wasn't serious, but it still needed to be cleaned, so he reached for the bandages and bottles of disinfectants that the boys kept for their monthly trip to the whomping willow, just in case.

It's only when he let himself plop onto his bed with a sigh that Sirius noticed that you were glaring at him.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

And Merlin, did he annoy you… what was wrong? He was bleeding!

"I can't believe you got punched in the face." You shook your head.

"For you. I got punched in the face for you," Sirius corrected you, waving his finger at you pointedly, a smug smile on his face. "I reckon that you owe me one!"

"Why by Agrippa's name would you do that?" you asked, ignoring his stupid remark.

Because you weren't in the mood for his stupid charm, and his insufferable smug smiles, and his silly humour, and the way he always hid his pain behind wits. You weren't in the mood for any of that, you weren't in the mood for the way he always tried to look tougher than he was, because for so long no one had showed him any other way to deal with his emotions, except by bottling them all up in his chest. And you were tired of his tough act, and all you wanted to do now was shake some sense into his head and make him realize that someone had just hit him, and for what?! Because Trevor had insulted you?! That was most definitely not enough of a reason to get punched in the face.

But he looked at you with a curious frown, as if he didn't understand why you asked that question, as if the answer was obvious.

"He… He was making fun of you. He was insulting you. So, I defended you."

"I didn't ask you to."

"We're friends, you don't have to ask me to. I'll be there whenever you need me."

"Who says I needed you back there?"

He didn't answer, studying your expression with an unreadable look across his features.

Why were you mad?

You didn't say anything more, and reached for a clean clothe instead.

"Does it hurt?"

"Not that... OUCH!"

Sirius bucked away as you harshly pressed the piece of fabric against his wounded cheek.

"Now, don't be a baby," you mumbled under your breath, a deep frown adorning your brow.

"I'm not being a baby! You're the one being as delicate as a cave troll! Besides… what the hell is wrong with you?!"

"What?"

"What is wrong with you? Why are you mad at me?" Sirius snapped, his voice staying low, but his tone as corrosive as acid. "I've just got punched in the face for you, and you're mad at me?!"

"Yes, I am mad at you, Sirius," you replied, throwing the clothe away in exasperation. "I am mad at you, because you got punched in the face! What were you thinking?!"

"I was thinking that you needed me…"

"I don't need you, Sirius!"

The words escaped before you could refrain them, even if they were a mere lie.

Of course, you needed him. That was the point, actually. You needed him safe, and happy, and laughing. You needed his stupid long dark hair, and his bloody cute chin, and his stormy grey eyes that didn't seem to have an end, and those stupid lips you dreamt about kissing…

And you needed the way he always hid his pain behind wits, and the way he made you laugh every morning when you drank your fist swing of tea on purpose just to make you choke on it and look at how mad it made you with that stupid smirk plastered on his lips. And you needed the way he always held the door for you, and how he didn't even ask before he would pick up the mountain of books you were taking from the library for your essays. And you needed the way he said your name in that deep voice of his, and this almost-shy smile he gave you every month when he walked back from Hogsmeade and offered you a bunch of sweets from Honeydukes. Always your favourites. Every single trip to Hogsmeade ever since you had been allowed there during your third year. You needed to hear his laugh ringing through the corridors, so loud that you were aware of his presence way before seeing him. You needed his stupid pranks and his even more idiotic acts of kindness. You needed his broken parts and all his scars if only to help him make them slowly get better. You needed him. You needed him so badly, it hurt sometimes, right there, in your chest, and there was no way, absolutely no way that you would let him endanger himself for you.

You needed him more than you needed your pride or reputation.

Yet, it was the opposite that your tongue formed on its tip as you spoke.

And the words kept on ringing through his mind like a broken record, and it was more painful at each echo of your voice.

I don't need you, Sirius.

Well, that was clear, at least. No need for Sirius to keep his hopes up anymore. He had kept on hoping for you to maybe, one day, feel for him something else than a platonic friendship, but clearly you weren't on the same page. Instead, you didn't need him.

And he hated you, then. He truly did. He hated you, because he wished he could have answered with a remark just as poisonous and painful as your words had been, but he couldn’t. Not that he didn't find the right words, no the problem was more insidious.

He couldn't say it.

He couldn’t, because then, he imagined the pain crossing your features, and he couldn't bring himself to be the reason behind any of your sorrow. He was used to it, really. Being in pain in silence. Taking the punch without saying a word. Swallowing the insults without fighting back. Years of survival skills had developed while he was a child. Now, he was excellent at biting his tongue and imagining what scenarios could come out as a result of his words. He had made progress over his years spent by James's side to loosen up that tendency of his to overthink everything. That, coupled with his natural will to rebel, and he was good now at fighting with both his curses and his remarks. But not to you. No, not against you. He didn't want to use this weapon with you. He knew way too well that words were often way more effective at hurting someone than fists. The wounds cut deeper, and the scars never healed. He knew for certain that he would never forget the look on your face as you said that you didn't need him.

And he couldn't summon the strength to reply with words that would be just as painful. He had just gotten punched in the face for you, after all. That ought to speak about the way he felt for you.

So, instead of replying, he walked out of the room, leaving you behind.

It took you two hours to find him.

It was raining so hard, and the late days of September had brought a cold wind that curved the veil of droplets as they fell from the heavy black clouds above your head. The sun had almost set by now, and judging by how you were hungry, you guessed it was time for supper in the great hall. Your feet were frozen because of the mud that covered your ankles and splashed across your calves.

You had checked the shores of the lake, and Hagrid's home, and the edge of the Forest, and the Quidditch Pitch. But he was sitting a few meters away from the Whomping Willow.

He didn't seem to mind that his robes were covered in mud and drenched by now. Actually, he didn't even react as you hurried towards him.

"Sirius!" you called as you approached him. "What are you doing? It's freezing, and it's raining, you'll catch your death!"

He slowly turned his attention towards you, his grey eyes fixed upon you, his dark locks clinging to his forehead, his neck, his temples, because of the heavy rain. With the sadness in his gaze, he looked like a sad and wet puppy.

"Let's go inside," you mumbled. "You'll catch a cold, or worse. For how long have you been here?"

He took the time to look carefully at you, finding that you were just as drenched as he was, shivering in the cold rain.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, ignoring your own question.

"I was looking for you, obviously," you answered. "Now, come on, let's get you dry…"

"You were looking for me?"

"Of course! You just… disappeared, I was worried sick about you!"

He merely blinked up at you.

You heaved a sigh, swallowing your pride with the lump in your throat. You had to apologize for lying to him, and acting like an idiot, when he had simply tried to help.

You were such an idiot, sometimes…

"Look, Sirius… I'm sorry about what I said in the dorm. I didn't mean it. Please, let's go back inside."

"It's okay. I'm not mad at you," he answered with a soft smile.

"What?"

"I'm not mad. You're right, you don't need me. I was acting as if you did, but I was wrong. I guess… I thought we were closer friends than you mean for us to be. It's okay. I understand."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm used to it, really. It's fine. Sometimes, I start needing people more than they need me. It's alright, I get it."

"No, no… No, Sirius, you don't get it. I was just mad because you got punched in the face, and I was worried about you, and I said utter nonsense…"

"No need to feel bad about all this. It's okay."

"It's not okay! It's not okay, because it wasn't true!"

"Y/N…"

"It's not okay at all, how can you say that it's okay?!" you asked, starting to raise your voice. "I hurt you! And I was mean! And I shouldn't have said that, because it's not true at all! So be mad at me!"

"I… I don't want to be mad at you…"

"I'm sorry!"

"I forgive you, alright… are you, are you crying?"

It's only then that you noticed that hot tears were mingling with the cold rain across your cheeks.

"I'm so sorry. I never want to make you feel like that. I'm so sorry," you whimpered.

"It's… it's alright."

"I was lying. It's not true. Please, don't say that we're not friends anymore. I do need you. I do need you, Sirius. And I hate it! I hate it, but I need you! And it's… It's dark, and it's late, and I'm cold and I'm drenched with this freaking rain and yet all I can think about is that I love you."

You didn't seem to notice your confession as it passed your lips, and for a moment, Sirius wondered if he had heard you right. But there was no mistake, you… you had said it.

You loved him?!

Slowly, he stood up, while you kept on crying.

"I was just mad at you because… because you mean so much to me, and I… I hate to see you hurting. I hate to see you in pain. And I hate it… I hate it when people are mean to you. I'm so sorry. I was so worried about you. I'm…"

But you were shushed by Sirius's arms wrapping around you, encaging you all of a sudden. You needed a few seconds for your brain to register what was actually happening. But it was his arms pressed against your back, and it was his chest against yours, and it was his cheek against yours.

"It's alright," he spoke in a soft, warm voice. "I'm not mad. I forgive you."

Finally, you wrapped your arms around his frame too, your tears finally stopping.

"Thank you, for defending me," you eventually whispered in his ear, your warm breath such a burning contrast with the cold air against his skin, making him tremble in the best way.

"Anytime. We should go back inside though, you're frozen."

"Yeah, I'm really cold."

"You know what… I think we could cuddle. Cuddles, cuddles, cuddles!" he mumbled, making you sway from one foot to the other, and you couldn’t refrain a laugh at his silly behaviour.

"I'd like that," you nodded. "With blankets."

He hummed in agreement.

"But… are we gonna discuss the fact that you've just told me you love me?"

Your heart stopped altogether.

"Did I?" you asked, although you knew perfectly well that he was right.

What had passed through your brain to make you say something like that?

"Yeah, you did."

You looked for the right words to apologize, but Sirius was faster than you to speak again.

"So… What about we go to Hogsmeade together next month?"

You pulled away just enough to be able to look at him.

"Are you… Are you asking me on a date?" you asked.

"Maybe…"

"Maybe?"

"Depends on… whether you'll say yes or no."

"What would we do then, if it's a date?"

"I have a few ideas. Know about a couple of places we could visit. I know you'll like them."

"Already? You already know what we're gonna do? Even if you've literally just asked?"

"Maybe… just maybe… I've been imagining that for a while," he admitted, blushing.

You couldn't help the grin that formed on your lips.

"Really?"

"Yeah… really… but… huh… you have to give me an answer before I get my hopes too high…"

But your grin didn't waver. And when you stared at his eyes, he could read your answer already, without needing you to speak the words.

Still, it was a nice thing to hear, and a nice thing to say, so you answered out loud anyway.

Merlin, Sirius was infuriating. And you loved him so much.

"Yeah, I'd like to go on a date with you, Sirius Black."

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First line tag game + origami fic recs

Thank you for the tag @vukovich, @elvenwinters and @thejadewritergirl ! I'm sorry this is so late, I was super busy 😅 (in other news, I've achieved 3 major things that I'm so relieved about) Since I don't write fanfic, I figured I'd do origami based on fics. Featuring first lines and quotes I like from 4 of the fics I've recently read that got me through this crazy time + 3 from 1 fic each of the lovely people who tagged me.

Here's the actual rules lol: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

Please click on the images for better quality! Also please note, some of the origami quotes contain potential spoilers. For this reason, I have put my spoiler-free rec of the fic first followed by the image of quotes on origami, and also individually flagged potential spoilers where I think it might be needed. If you would like anything else that I missed to be spoilered, feel free to lmk ❤️

Ok, on to the fics! (Below the cut)

1. Please, Take Your Time by @dracothecupcake (Drarry) (T, ~2.3k)

Summary: Draco's made it halfway through Eighth Year by way of reliable routine. All he wants is to be lonely in peace, thanks very much. It's really not that sad.

Enter Potter and his gang of devoted and overly organized minions.

Inspired by Vina's ideal cupcake as mentioned in this ask. This is a super sweet fic of 'Potter and his gang' plotting a scheme to help Harry cheer a sad Draco up. I loved how everyone got together to make the plan happen, especially when it was Dean's turn 😂 (Also I've literally been binge-reading all of Vina's works and they're great for comfort reading, do check them all out!!)

Video has plot spoilers!! (pls don't unmute lol tysm)

2. Through The Night by @thesleepiesthufflepuff (Linny) (T, ~2.75k)

Summary: Ginny tells herself that she's content with the way things are.

Luna proves her otherwise.

This fic has a special place in my heart. Featuring pining!Ginny, Luna and Ginny having weekly car rides together (which is 1000% my jam), soft and serious conversations, and coming to terms with feelings. The gorgeous description of the scenery and their road journey will make you feel like you're there with the two.

Bonus song suggestion: I loved reading the fic along with listening to the song referenced (Wild Horses), and also a second time with this song (Khaabon ke parinday) which I personally think fits the vibe of the fic really well. Feel free to give either/both a listen while reading if you'd like to!

3. Sugar Sweet by @the-sinking-ship (Drarry) (T, ~6k)

Summary: Draco thinks everyone forgot his birthday. (They didn’t.)

What the summary says 😌 This is officially one of my favourite birthday fics. Featuring scheming yet caring friends, snarky and witty banter, an absolutely delightful oc (Mrs Marchbanks), sweet birthday treats and sweeter moments between Draco and his loved ones.

If anyone's interested, here's how it looks from the back:

4. Flying Without Wings by Rasborealis (Drarry) (E, ~3.7k)

Summary: Harry has a Really Good Idea for that undercover Auror mission, and it involves boarding an airplane with Draco Malfoy.

He may not have thought this one through.

This hilarious and hot fic features Draco's first time on an airplane, scheming, snarky and dramatic Draco, and Harry trying (and failing) to focus on just their mission 😏

Potential spoiler in image!

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5. Rocks At My Window by @thejadewritergirl (Drarry) (G, ~5.54k)

Summary: All Harry wants to do is snuggle up in bed and dream of warmth and kisses and a silvery eyed someone. Too bad that someone has other plans.

Have I mentioned before that I'm obsessed with this author's writing? This heartwarming feel-good Christmas fic features Draco who has a Plan, a hilarious Ron, Harry enacting one of my favourite 'doors are for people with no imagination' scenes (Skulduggery Pleasant reference 🙈) and lovely Christmas traditions.

Plot spoiler in images!

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6. lyric-kissed by @elvenwinters (original work, gen) (T, ~1.3k) (WIP) (warnings: implied/referenced self-harm)

Summary: Two friends writing about love.

This poetic fic features two writer friends trying to figure out the perfect way to write about love, showing the ideas they have, the struggles of writing, and soft moments between the two. It's so beautifully written, and this is just one of the quote-worthy scenes I adore:

7. Pearls Make the Girl by @vukovich (Ron/Hermione, Harry/Hermione, Draco/Hermione, Draco/Harry, polyamory) (E, ~19.7k)

Summary: Security Advisor Granger is having a strange day at work after being recruited to collaborate with a certain handsome Head Auror, a gorgeous Curse Breaker and a... Ron.

Filth, fluff, and Furbies.

Omfg this fic is a wild ride. An intellectually and sexually frustrated Hermione tries to figure out the significance of said strange day at work as well as the rings the three men are wearing. The personalities and dynamics between the four are so on point. Super hot fic with a brilliant emotional ending.

[meetmeatthecoda]

I absolutely ♥️ADORE♥️ Scripted and would love to read your director’s commentary for it!

Oh, anon!! 😍 I'm SO THRILLED that you loved Scripted so much, that makes me so happy!! 🥰 Especially that you loved it enough to want to read my "director's commentary" (that phrase makes me laugh, you'd think I created a feature length film all by myself 🤣), so I think I'll skim through the fic - it's been a while since I re-read it - & make a bullet-point list of any special BTS info I can think of 😊 Anddd I'll also put it under a read more cause you know me, I never use one word when one hundred will do 😂

So, the fic itself was inspired by the ending of 5.08 where Liz wakes from her coma to Red reading to her in an armchair as he had been for the past 10 months, it's fine, I'm fine but she still has a ventilator in so she can't talk & instead has to write "how long?" on a piece of paper & her handwriting is super shake-y bc her muscles are so weak (I think Red even helps her hold the pen? It's clearly been a while since I re-watched the ep whoops but ugh, be still my heart.) For some reason, I just latched onto the idea of a mute Liz, really suffering with the implications of everything she went through (since her recovery was so glossed over in the show boo) & Red 1000% being there for her. Mostly, I just wanted to dive into the dynamic of Liz letting Red care for her the way he's always wanted to (without Tom & Agnes btw) to the point where their relationship is unhealthy in its reliance, but neither can see it bc Liz is blocking things out (& unknowingly falling in love with him) & Red is just so thrilled to be able to love & care for her (while already deeply in love with her obvi). So yeah, that was the kind of dynamic & closeness I wanted to explore between them & it was... really fun 😊

The idea of the coma providing the perspective Liz needed to see that Red has always had her best interests at heart & clearly loves her (in addition to the fact that he never left her side or gave up during those 10 months lol peak romance tbh) seemed very organic & logical to me.

I liked the idea of Red & Liz playing board games as a way to pass the time & get to know each other better. It's the kind of casual interaction we were never gifted with in the show & I think they're both competitive in the right circumstances, even if its playfully so.

I liked the idea of Liz being urged to learn ASL, as I'm deaf in one ear & would dearly love to learn it at some point.

The detail of Red sleeping on a cot close enough to Liz's hospital bed that they can hold hands in their sleep was a total guilty pleasure addition & I'm not sorry.

I loved the scene in the beginning where Red is talking to Dembe on the phone in the hallway & Liz is practicing her letters. She's purely doing it so Red doesn't worry & I loved the idea of her being apathetic to everything except Red's concerns, plus I added in the parenthetical of (Red sometimes squints at her k's.) bc I thought it represented that well, but also bc it was just cute af. I also added the little detail of him waving at her through the window at the last minute bc I thought the scene needed something else & once I pictured that, it was too adorable to leave out.

Red handling all the details of Liz's care & transportation without asking (bc he instinctively knew that's what Liz wanted) only to turn around & panic about excluding her seemed like a very RED thing to do & I like how it emphasizes his well-meaning intentions, respect for her preferences, & desire to see her happy, even if she did actually want to leave him lol as if.

I liked the visual of Liz stumbling into Red's arms as she stands from her hospital bed to leave with him (sets a precedent for later) & I also loved the visual of a pen in her ponytail & of course Red using it to flirt a little bc come on.

I remember struggling to write the car ride transition to the lake house. I usually get ideas & visions for specific scenes, moments, or bits of dialogue, so those kind of transition moments are hard for me sometimes. But I liked that I settled on Red helping to ground Liz through touch (again, sets a precedent for later).

Red & Liz playing hangman in the car with Red using the word "fedora" & drawing a suited hangman made me giggle.

I can see the lake house very clearly in my mind, complete with the willow tree, bench, & tiny house (included bc I desperately want a tiny house in real life) & I really enjoyed describing the interior & imagining the joy Red would get out of decorating it with Liz in mind.

Their first night in the house where Liz has her nightmare & Red comforts her - that was a scene I had in mind very early on & I love how it turned out, especially with Liz mouthing "stay with me" into Red's neck, that part gave me All The Feels™.

The "morning after" scene where Liz realizes on some level that she's too dependent on Red is an important moment in the fic & the off-hand detail that at least "she's not going around murdering people & calling it therapy" was a bit of shade to Ruin (which I don't think I ever saw bc I was kind of appalled with the idea lol) I think I posted Scripted after Ruin aired... if not, I guess I'm psychic?? LOL

The breakfast scene - & the fact that Red is preparing every breakfast food known to man bc he's nervous too - is near & dear to my heart. I think that's a pretty pivotal scene since they kind of reach an unspoken agreement & peace &... "things settle after that first breakfast."

I liked the teeny little parenthetical section that comes next as well, which acts as a sort of middle point for the fic.

The next large chunk of the fic was pure indulgence for me. I LOVED writing about all the different things they would do together when it was just the two of them, it was basically a collection of Lizzington headcanons & that's how I sketched them out LOL Here's some notes on them:

I came up with the jigsaw puzzle headcanon (that Liz is bored by them bc they're easy for her bc she's a trained psychologist & easily sees patterns in things) late in the editing process but loved it so much that I included it.

Liz's sandwich preference is actually mine LOL

The Monopoly banter was fun af to write bc I love that game.

The love notes Liz leaves around the house for Red is still an all-time favorite headcanon of mine.

I loved the idea of Red reading to Liz in a foreign language, holding the book only for looks, but not actually reading from it at all & instead professing his love for her. I think I've even used that headcanon in another fic LOL

Their movie nights were also something I was dying to include, especially since they include snacks & cuddles.

Their co-sleeping habits were also something I wanted to include & Liz's newly tactile nature is both a symptom of her dependence on Red & also a guilty pleasure thing for me bc we all wanted more of Red & Liz touching on screen, plus I felt obligated to explain through Red that it wasn't sexual in nature (though if I ever get around to writing part 2, that will change 😉)

Dembe being the one to observe & interfere in their situation was an early scene I imagined as well, that was always going to be the climax of the fic (or at least part 1). I so enjoyed writing about Red & Liz's relationship through his eyes bc he just loves them both & only wants to help them.

Another pivotal scene I imagined early on was Liz having a panic attack with Dembe when she discovers Red has left & that was super engaging to write, as well as the reunion between them which... I pretty much wrote the whole fic with the goal of getting to that lovely angst LOL

Red's resolve to finally urge Liz to speak was heart-breaking to write (so naturally I loved it lol what's wrong with me) & in particular the detail of them eating fruit for lunch before he broaches the topic with her & the parenthetical about it being "a sign from the cosmos that they are meant to be together just because they don't eat each other's favorite fruit" made my heart happy even tho it's stupid LOL & when Red asks her if she would ever try to speak again & she responds with a simple written "Why?" that was a huge moment that I loved the angst of, of course. As well as the absolutely gutting: "Lizzie, I miss your voice."

I liked that Liz needs some time to think & accept everything Red forces her to realize at the end, that was super important to me in the resolution of the fic/part 1 & I tried really hard to include both their mentalities there at the end.

The fact that Red hasn't had a drink since he started caring for Liz also made my shipping heart happy.

And - lastly - the fact that the only thing Liz actually says in the whole fic is Red's name? Yeah 🥲🥲🥲

Welp, there you go, anon, I'm not sure if that was interesting to you at all, but I certainly hope so!! I know that was a lot but... it's a long fic, my longest ever, so I figure it's warranted, right?? 😂 Anyway, thank you so much, both for the compliment of loving Scripted AND for wanting to read more about it, anon, you are so sweet!! 🥰 I hope you enjoyed this & much, much love to you, my friend!! ❤️

Fanfic Writers: Director's Cut

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Shackled

Pairing | Lucien x Reader

Warnings | NON-CON, smut, kidnapping, violence, bondage

Word count | 1740

Summary | getting kidnapped by Lucien and he fucks you

A/n | this fic contains Non consensual sex and dark themes, please DO NOT READ if this makes you uncomfortable

A/n | (Based in the time of season 3 of TO) You are a Siphon. You are living with the mikaelsons. You had been like a sister to Rebekah a few years ago while she was in Mystic falls and after she moved back to New Orleans you dated Jeremy. After you two broke up you needed to get away so you moved to New Orleans after Rebekah invited you to stay with them. You and Kol always flirted and had endless banter but neither of you ever persude each other. You are currently out trying to find some dark object of Kol’s that Cami must have lost when she took them as it wasn’t in your apartment.

“Kol, do you even know where you’re going?” You whined. “Of course darling, do you mistake me with a fool?” You rolled your eyes and continued following him. You were walking down a back ally in New Orleans, blindly following Kol who apparently knew exactly where he was going. Suddenly a hand clamped over your mouth and your vision went black.

Your eyes fluttered open as you slowly regained consciousness. Your wrists were bound by chains hanging from the ceiling and you were kneeling with you arms in the air. Your white camisole was torn and stained red but your ripped black jeans were gone, leaving you in your red lace underwear. Shit. The sound of footsteps echoed through your hearing and you saw him from the corner of your eye. You hind your head in defeat, knowing he would most certainly kill you. He stopped right infront of you. “Lucien.” You venomously spat. He grabbed your chin and tilted your head up to look at him, “Someone’s happy to see me.” He smirked. “Fuck you.” You retorted. He let go of you chin and walked over to a table. He picked something up and walked back over to you, lifting your chin and daring you to break eye contact with him. “Let’s have some fun, shall we?” Suddenly the leather hit your skin ferociously. You screamed in pain as he struck your back over and over until he drew blood. He stopped after 20 lashes. “Having fun, darling? I’m sure we can work something else out if you’re not.” He smirked at you again. “Oh fuck you and your torture just let me go.” You almost shouted. He dropped the whip and kneeled down behind you, his hand wrapping round your throat and turning your head to look at him, the other one snaking round your chest and grabbing your boob, holding you firmly into him. “So feisty. You’d do well to remember I’m a 1000 year old vampire and you’re a worthless mortal.” He said into your cheek. “And when you’re 1000 years old you get bored very easily. So your going to be my entertainment, y/n.” His hand trailed from your boob to your core and slipped into your panties, rubbing circles on your clit. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck your brains out.” He pushed his hard-on unto you ass, “you feel that? That’s all because of you, darling.” He growled in your ear as sighs and quiet moans tumbled from your lips. He has your juices running over his fingers quickly and took his hand out your panties, satisfied. He shoved his fingers down your throat and used his other hand to move your panties to the side.

“Now the real fun begins” he chuckled. The sound of his zip made your eyes widen and you let out a cry of pain and pleasure as his cock slid into your tight cunt. “Fuck, Y/N, your pussy is so tight around my big dick.” Lucien cooed in your ear. He began pumping at a punishing rate, his fingers leaving your mouth as you started gagging. He slapped your ass 1,2,3...10 times. Hard. “My handprint looks so good on your big ass.” He hummed. A constant flow of moans and curse words left your mouth as he continued to bury himself in you roughly. He reached round and grabbed your boobs in turn, hard enough to leave bruises. Suddenly, he stopped, his dick still inside you. He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back enough for you to look into his eyes. “Fuck yourself on my cock, y/n. Pleasure yourself in me.” He commanded. When you refused to move he bared his fangs and sank them onto your neck. You instantly began grinding against his dick and he moaned your name. “Fuck, y/n, I’ve been wanting to fuck you since the minute I first met you.” He said.

He pulled out of you and walked around to your front, where he grabbed you by a fist-full of your hair and forced his cock into your mouth. “I’ve been wondering what your pretty little mouth could do except insult me.” He snarled. He rammed his dick into your mouth for a while until you had saliva dripping down your chin. “Good girl.” He praised. “Taking my dick so well. Let’s see how far you can go.” He held your head in place so you were taking him all the way and his top brushed you back of your throat. You gagged around him and tears pricked your eyes. “Oh fuck” he moaned. He pulled your head back, allowing you to get some air before eventually doing the same thing over and over until you struggled to breathe. He started to moan as his cum released into your mouth in hot spurts, “come on slut, swallow it. Swallow it all.” He spat. You did as he said and he pulled out. Your head hung as you regained your breath.

There was a sudden banging on the door and your heard kol’s voice. “y/n! Y/n? Are you in there? Y/N!!” He shouted. Lucien appeared over you and ripped the chains off you, leaving blood dripping from your wrists. You were covered in bruises and aches all over, your legs so weak you collapsed the second you were free. Lucien grabbed you and held you against him with his arm over your chest. You started to struggle against him but it was no use as you were no-where near as strong as him. The door gave way to reveal Kol and Freya stood there. Just as Kol was about to rush over to you Lucien spoke. “If you take a step closer, I feed her my blood and snap her neck. Oh god. You didn’t want to be a vampire. Let alone a heratic. You hated your powers and had a strict, no vampire blood rule unless it was a life or death situation. Lucien bit into his wrist and held it over your mouth. You had no choice but to drink as you started choking on his blood. your vision was blurred with tears and you heard Freya mutter something. A spell. Before Lucien could react he was screaming. He let go of you and you collapsed. The sun started to burn him. He was on fire. He ran as fast as he could to a sheltered area of the apartment. Freya must have de-activated his daylight ring.

Kol rushed to your side and cradled you into his chest. "It'll be alright darling. I promise. Did he hurt you?" he asked calmly. You nodded. "Where, darling?" you looked up at him and spoke, "M-my stomach, an-and my, um, m-my-" you cut yourself off as you broke down into tears. "I think she means to say her thighs and hips." Lucien smirked. Kol's face contorted with anger and he passed you to Freya. Kol had Lucien held up against the wall in an instant. "You what?!" he shouted. Lucien maintained his smirk and said, "OH she was wonderful, no wonder all you mikaelsons are desperate to get in her pants." Kol growled and threw Lucien into the sunlight. he screeched and dashed back to the shade, hitting the wall and gasping. "Why you little-" Kol was cut-off by Freya. "Kol, I know you want your revenge, but its going to have to wait. We need to get y/n out of here and my spell will wear-off soon. We can't risk endangering her again. Let's go." Kol let out a frustrated sigh and came over to you, picking you up bridal-style and walking out the penthouse with you.

Back at the  Mikaelson compound you woke up to Kol brushing your face with the back of his hand. "Sorry, darling. I didn't mean to wake you." he said. "Oh-uh, don't worry about it." You smiled weakly. He brushed your hair out your face and smile softly back. "When I saw you, all I could think was to rip that bastard's head off. I couldn't stand to see you in pain." He admitted. "I'm okay now." You replied gently. "Well, you see, y/n..." oh god. He never used your name. He always came up with some kind of pet-name. "I realised that if I ever lost you, my world would just...collapse. So o guess what I'm saying is I like you. As more than a bloody friend." He sighed. Ignoring the pain, your reached up and placed a tentative kiss on his lips, cupping his cheek with your hand. It took him a moment to register what happened, but when he did he kissed you back passionately - as if he'd been waiting to do it for a long time. You pulled back, gunning pike an idiot. "Kol." "Yes darling." You took a deep breath, your face turning serious, "I guess what I have to say is..could you get me some food? I'm starving and unlike you, I actually have to eat." A goofy smile broke out on your face. "And to think for a second there I thought you were going to declare you undying love for me, darling." He chuckled and kissed your forehead before standing up and heading to the kitchen. "Kol." "What now?" He stopped and spun on his head. "I like you too." You smiled. His face broke out into an expression of pure joy and he walked out the room.

[toshsato]

What's your favorite top five Torchwood fanfic/audios/novels? Looking for some good recommendations, if you feel like it.

1. For fanfic I 1000% recommend Just this once by @ultraviolet-eucatastrophe if you haven’t read it already, it’s AMAZING and a must-read if you have the time!!!

2. Written by GDL is the BF audio Dinner and A Show! This one is Ianto and Tosh in between seasons 1 and 2, so there’s some well-written angst about Jack being gone (and Tosh’s feelings for Owen) as well as a lot of funny banter.

3. The BF audio The Last Beacon also written by Gareth David-Lloyd. It has Ianto and Owen, and it’s so funny!!! Their dynamic is really good in this.

4. Obviously, Broken by Joseph Lidster has to be on this list. It’s a BF audio with Jack and Ianto that basically fills in some gaps in season one and actually shows the aftermath of Cyberwoman for Ianto. It’s the first BF audio I listened to and it’s so so good.

5. Zone 10 by David Llewellyn is an underrated Tosh standalone BF audio that I really enjoyed. It has a lot of really good moments and the other characters are great too!

Bonus: This isn’t a novel but The Torchwood Archives book by Gary Russell is a lot of fun and has entries written by Jack after the events of each Torchwood episode from the first two seasons. There’s a bunch of funny tidbits in it that I loved.

Thanks for the ask!!!

[laylajoon]

Shadow and bone reactions SPOILERS for books and the show

EP 1

“This is what you become,” a blade

THE CROWS OMG !!!! Jesper !!!!

really wanted kaz to have a deeper raspy voice but we move

okay that scene with zoya and mal was a bit cringe

jesper inej bestie vibes love to see it

I can’t with the keftas they’re so ugly pls

Why are the credits so long

EP 2

baby malina🥺

Okay sujaya’s acting is quite decent but I’m still annoyed about how they portrayed her

Ben is actually the perfect as the darkling

not kaz getting beat up🙄

EP3

Love that goat

I’m so mad about zoya

The apparat is so creepy omg

Not Jesper annihilating the volcra whilst holding the goat

EP 4

Honestly her pyjamas are nicer than her kefta

WHAT HE SAID CALL ME ALEKSANDER NO NO NO PLS THATS SUPPOSED TO BE A SECRET TF

omg the crows all looks high

he named the goat Milo and gave him a bullet to remember him by omg I love him

HEIST HEIST HEIST

Okay I really like Mikhael and Dubrov, great energy

Okay there’s no way kaz would ever act like that

Bit disappointed by the heist but we move

Mikhael and Dubrov’s banter makes this show 1000 x better I really don’t want to watch them die

OMG THEYRE DEAD IM CRYING

EP 5

How do unsee the costumes

Mal just can’t catch a break

Gosh darklina makes me cringe

RUTHLESS KAZ OMG OMG

Not Alina just climbing into the trunk of the crows’ carriage

Jespers sass>>>>

EP 6

Helnik really said “I’ll never let go Jack.” But better omg

Okay I like this snazzy little outfit she stole from the stable

GOD show!zoya is the WORST I HATE THIS

that green screen isn’t great

OMG MALINA REUNITED :(

Okay they play helnik so well omg

Ahah the way she threw the bottle at mal

Jessie’s so cute

show!malina > book!malina me thinks

“As stupid as he is tall” they’re the best

It’s the transitions for me

Falling in love with helnik all over again

THEYRE STEALING THE DARKLINGS CARRIAGE

AND HIT DAVID TF

Omg he’s putting his hand up I love David

EP 7

Ben’s is giving me prince caspian vibes rn

They really- he said OFF WITH THEIR HEADS

Now the forest is giving me narnia vibes

Crows breaking up?

I rlly hope this little cut isn’t going to be inej almost dying because idc if we don’t get the scene with kaz telling inej to keep her damn eyes open I’m gonna throw hands

Mal looks so proud of Alina

Gosh he just can’t catch a break 😭

Oop kaz is salty

“My crows” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Poor David :(

Omg any scene with Jesper and inej is just *chefs kiss*

He said shadow man💀

Milo??

OMG ITS MILO

Wow Milo saved mal, the real hero

The darkling is so creepy😂

Wow first no mourners, no funerals was very.... bland bit disappointed tbh

EP 8

show!helnik raising the bar

Mal needs to become a blade already so he can stop getting beat up pls

No thoughts just the crows

The darkling controlling the volcra was good

Okay so the show was better than expected as was the casting ngl I’m excited to see how the crows are gonna be incorporated next season because obvs soc is like 2 years after s&b but anyways solid 6/10 just want y’all to know because of archie I am become a mal stan good day ALSO SEASON TWO STURMHOND COME THROUGH

[throwing-roses-into-the-abyss]

Fic wrap-up

It’s been a shitty year for everyone, myself included. 2020′s really done a number on me, and my mental health is currently at the lowest it’s been in years. BUT I’m working on it, and I figure part of that is being proud of what I did do, the things I did make, despite it all. 

So this year, I somehow wrote (and posted) 10 fics, with a total of 21,507 words. The longest fic I wrote was 6K, the shortest just 827 words. I know in the grand scheme of things that isn’t much, but considering, you know, everything, I’m still happy with that. 

And I think y’all were happy with it too. Several of these fics got 1000+ hits! Considering for me usually anything over 200 hits is a success, that’s amazing.

I did learn this year that I am terrible at tagging, and at knowing what my stories are actually about. I think I probably write more hurt/comfort and found family trope than I realize. Also the usual domestic suspects like cooking/eating and sleeping together, I write those way more than I realize. If someone sees other recurring themes in these, let me know? I’d be really curious to hear what other people think these stories are really about.  

Thank you all so much for reading, and leaving kudos and comments! I still get an email almost every single day that someone left kudos, and it makes me a little bit happier every day. 

So just to share them once more, here they all are, sorted by fandom: 

Dan & Phil: 

mating calls  5 times Dan loved Phil’s subtle attempts at flirting through animal facts, and one time he didn’t. 1354 words, teen and up audiences  Tags: 5+1 fic, getting together, 2009 fic, fluff, mentions of family members, animal facts, gay animals, bad flirting through animal facts, making animal sounds, gratuitous abuse of artistic freedom when it comes to available technology, by which I mean I have no idea when phones got email just bear with me okay

House Hunters   Kath and Nigel go down to London to help Phil and Dan find a house to buy 827 words,  gen Tags: moving, POV Outsider, headaches & migraines, bugs & insects Just You, And Him  You first realize your feelings may have changed when you look at him pouring coffee, eyes bleary and curly hair flopping around chaotically as if he’s had a restless night again. Or, the one in which there is a lot of pining. 921 words, gen  Tags: POV Second Person, pining, yearning, food, getting together, oh my god they were roommates

and they were roombas  Dan knows that, as a manmade inanimate object, he should not be capable of talking or of feeling anything, let alone love. Not that it matters, because there’s no way Phil feels the same about him anyway. Dan is content to live his life cleaning floors and occasionally bumping into Phil, without ever doing anything about his feelings. That is, until one fateful day they get stuck under a table together…It’s a race for survival and love as time starts running out. Will they live happily ever after or will their love fade as quickly as their batteries? 2027 words, gen  Tags: crack, roombas, swearing, there’s a cat, I don’t....I don’t know what else to put here, the word war chat made me do it, I don’t know what this is either

Star Trek: Picard:

on this fresh morning in the broken world  Guinan has heard a lot of rumours about Picard’s latest adventures and the crew of La Sirena. She never quite believed them, knowing fully well how rumours tend to be exaggerated. Then Picard shows up to ask her to join the ship for a while, and Guinan realizes she’s never done learning after all. 3033 words, gen  Tags: guinan meets the sirena crew, canon divergent, holosquad, introspective, trauma, spoilers for picard, no I mean it there are spoilers here, do NOT read if you’re not up to speed on picard

HIStory 3: Trapped: 

Jack Tries To Become A Normal Member Of Society  After everything’s settled down and Jack has taken his time to relax and enjoy this newfound life with Zhao Zi, he decides it’s time to find a normal job. After all these years as a mercenary and working with the mafia and Interpol, how hard can it be, right? 3271 words, gen  Tags: shenanigans, comedy, some (threats of) violence, sex mentions, swearing, blood, menial labour, annoying customers, unrealistic scenarios, found family trope, quite possibly the single most self indulgent fic I’ve ever written

how two hands touch  Okay, maybe Tang Yi does sleep better when Shaofei is there. He’ll never actually admit that though.(a 5+1 fic) 2414 words, teen and up audiences  Tags: fluff, domestic fluff, food, banter about food, cooking, some angst and sadness but I promise everything will be ok, shaofei does go into the hospital again sorry about that, I figured he’s used to it, set from mid-canon to post-canon, not beta read My Engineer: 

Duen Holmes and the Case of the Missing Cupcake  While at the volunteer camp, Cupcake goes missing. Duen decides this is the perfect opportunity to try out some sleuthing.Or, the one in which Duen plays Sherlock Holmes, and finds out some very interesting things indeed. 6495 words, teen and up audiences  Tags: cupcake the lizard, camp trip, fluff, crack, so just like a regular episode really, canon compliant up to episode 12, spoilers up to episode 12

Unrooted  King has some thoughts on Ram's tattoos. 988 words, gen Tags: tattoos, introspective Unspoken  Ram has some thoughts on King and his plants. 1531 words, gen  Tags: introspection, plants

[thetea-theshade-thepinklemonade]

slytherin x gryffindor relationship would include...

• messing around 24/7

• surprisingly the slytherin is the snuggly one???

• never in public tho I mean cmon they have a rep to protect

• “hiiiiii there sly” “gryff what do you want” “cANT I JUST LOVE YOU”

• competitive af

• the slytherin having a nice picture of the two of them as their background

• the gryffindor having the ugly selfie as theirs

• either completely slaying their outfits together or socks and slides, no in between

• gryffindor is crazy about physical contact at all times

• *slytherin staring at gryff*

“what?”

“nothing. I just like looking at you.”

*gryffindor being unable to form coherent sentences for the next 10 minutes*

• activity dates, like mini golf or a walk in the park

• high! passion! all! the! time!

• the gryffindor always coming thru with the “good morning”/“goodnight” texts

• Expert Roasters ™

• rooting for each other obnoxiously during tournaments and competitions

• unless of course they’re against each other

• in which it is non stop smack talk and banter followed with suggestive winking

• being the most powerful couple ever ™

• gryffindor constantly pranking slytherin and slytherin retaliating with an even better prank that makes gryff fall for them 1000% more

• overall a Slytherdor relationship is mostly 3 things:

• fun

• passionate

• but most of all

• full of badassery and love

[barbex]

What I did in January

January felt like three months long with everybody suddenly wanting to upgrade to Windows 10 and that database program I made 15 years ago haunting me for an update like an undead specter of things I knew well once.

But I also got 1000 followers, which I still find pretty bizarre and I did a few mini fills for that:

[I am your gun] 

[Dancing] 

[Juice] 

And I also had some inspiration for original fiction, strangely enough:

[One Time In A Space Bar]

But mainly I published two 2! chapters for Lost Templar 

[Chapter 21] The bad future. This was so painful to write. I don’t write angst often and it had to be done in this chapter and I was literally pacing my room and doing laundry to avoid writing it! 

[Chapter 22] The aftermath. You can’t just go happy and nice after this, can you? So this chapter, while it got some good character progress, also has Carver having a panic attack. Our poor baby bird just has a lot of shit to deal with right now.

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I haven’t read much in January, I’m sorry, I know there are so many good fics out there waiting for me and I just didn’t feel in the right headspace to focus on most of them. Also, I tried to read books, you know? I did read some weird tentacle stuff in fandoms I’m not even in but we won’t talk about that. Here are three things I did read:

[The Other Hawke] by tanukiham @tanukiham (tumblr why won’t you let me tag?). Fenris x Carver Hawke, can you believe it? I love it, it’s so sweet and complicated.

[Heavy as a Feather] by nirroca. Cassandra x F!Lavellan. Misunderstandings and romantic letters, what’s not to love? 

[What You Take With You] by BritaniaVance @songofanothersummer​. Lovely glimpses into the growing Carver x Merrill relationship with all the banter. 

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So friendly squiggles, what did you all read and write? Consider yourself tagged.