#I'm on a delay with ffnet

[takaraphoenix]

Good news for everyone interested in the story, devastating news for me, who thought she was gonna write a short oneshot:

The Clever One (link to the excerpts I already posted on tumblr) decided to turn into a multi-chapter fic, as I was possessed to write like 2.1k on the season 2 finale alone today. Which is not what's gonna happen next, the story starts with the season 1 finale. Which means that all of season 2 has to happen in between.

I have however also decided to not delay it so the first chapter will be posted on AO3 and FFNet tomorrow. So, look out for some Pack Mom and Alpha Mate Stiles coming to a fanfiction site near you tomorrow! ;)

And to sweeten this announcement, have a tiny bit from what I wrote today at work, because I like being a tease.

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“Help me get my pups down.”

Stiles' voice was a growl, his eyes hard. Even as he held his aching ribs and hunched over to avoid more pain, he somehow managed to be a threatening presence. Chris looked at him startled, his eyes wandering to Boyd and Erica, still strung up.

“Your pups.”

Rolling his eyes, Stiles got to work. “You're clever, Chris. Figure it out. Your father did too, after all. That's why he took me.”

A pause, and a sharp intake of breath. “You're the Alpha Mate.”

“Ding, ding, ding,” Stiles' voice was dripping with fake cheer and sarcasm. “Now, help me get my pups down, or get the fuck out, I don't care.”

He was mildly pleased when Chris actually came to help him. With some difficulty, Boyd and Erica were freed, both wrapping themselves around Stiles near immediately, nuzzling his neck from either side to scent their Alpha. Stiles returned the gesture, as well as he could at the moment. Everything ached and the two werewolves attached to him were solid walls that limited his movement.

“Get out,” Chris ordered, voice low.

As Erica and Boyd flanked him from either side to help him, Stiles threw one last look at Chris. “Thank you. I'll not forget this.”

There was a tension in the air, both Chris and Stiles knowing how much these words meant. He was the Alpha Mate and he admitted a debt to the hunter. Stiles knew that was a big deal, but he also knew Chris deserved it. Knowing his mate's tendency for burning everything to the ground on his path for revenge – a bit ironic, all things considered – Peter may very well try to kill all remaining Argents. And Stiles had just handed Chris a get out of being murdered free card.

Stiles returned his attention to his betas. “C'mon, kids, time to get home.”

A sarcastic eyeroll from Erica that lost a lot of its effect due to her tear-smeared make-up and slowly healing bruises. “Sure thing, mom. I'm sure dad will be delighted.”

That actually made Stiles wince a little. Yeah, Peter was not going to be happy about this. Gerard had taken him to punish Peter, to send a warning to Peter. Ideally, Stiles would go home, nurse his wounds on his own and never tell anyone about this. Alas, there were two very worried and protective betas with him right now and there was just no way they weren't gonna go tattle to their Alpha. Might as well get it over with then.

[elyonholic]

ICHIHIME WEEK FIC RECS prompt: Kazui

— Here's my fic recs for the last day of IchiHime Week. it has been a joy to participate and see everything IH artists and editors have created. I'm looking forward to doing this again next time. Till then, however, I will keep on making content for my OTP! Okay so now onto the final prompt. Happy reading 🍓🍞

Delayed Reaction by crystal Dawn “Orihime is feeling under the weather. Against his better judgment, Ichigo suggests she visit his father's clinic..”

Family by sesamerolls “Ichigo stared back as his son looked at him happily, drool cascading down his chin.”

Family Hymns by eva_beatrice “Ichigo and Orihime are proud parents.”

love. by zabiume “When he takes in his first sight of the world, she wants Kazui to feel safe, protected—the one thing his father has always known how to do.”

Say It'll be alright by zabiume “Having a baby is no joke when you're living in Karakura Town, but Ichigo and Orihime do their best anyway.”

Then and Now by sesamerolls “Both of them had been fractured in similar ways.”

What They Don't Know by no-rhyme-no-reason-in-love “what Kazui Kurosaki Knows.”

🍓🍞 All The Credit to these Authors:

Crystal Dawn/ Marshmallowbirb (ffnet // ao3) EVA_beatrice no-rhyme-no-reason-in-love (tumblr // ffnet) sesamerolls Zabiume (tumblr // ao3)

[sesskagarchive]

Hi there! I’m kinda new in the sesskag fandom and after the yashahime mess I wanna drown in fluffy fics lol. Any recs involving sesskag + shippo + rin (plus sesskag oc kids would be awesome) family dynamics? Thank you!

Hi Anon,

I apologize for the delay in response. 

I'm in agreement with you on the need for some good fics after Yashahime. We already have a few rec lists that meet your criteria, such as the family/pregnancy list and the have kids list but there have been some new fics posted since then or that we haven’t featured before. I've compiled a list below.

If you need more fluff, I highly recommend checking out our Fluff Serial and Fluff One Shots lists.

Enjoy reading! ~ Admin Sage

Curiosity Caught the Cat by mynightshining

Posted on: A03, Dokuga, FFnet Rating: T Summary: Kagome's had an accident. It's up to Sesshomaru to hunt down the witch who caused it and make everything right. An Inu-spiration Halloween Bang 2021 fic! Status: One Shot

Happily Ever After by mynightshining

Posted on: A03, Dokuga, FFnet Rating: T Summary: It was worth it in the end, everything they overcame, if the rest of their lives were like this. Status: One Shot

Late Night Fatherhood by Ixaix

Posted on: A03 Rating: K Summary: It's the dead of night and a certain daiyokai is summoned from his bed to attend to the needs of his infant son... Status: One Shot

A Letter to Santa by Chie

Posted on: A03, Dokuga, FFnet Rating: K Summary: Kagome organises a weekend trip to Hokkaidou for her, Sesshoumaru and Rin. After a day spent frolicking in the snow, Sesshoumaru tells her about the letter Rin has written to Santa. Status: One Shot

Made for You by thetroll

Posted on: A03 Rating: MA Summary: Kagome makes Sesshomaru and Rin a pair of hand-painted kimonos to show her thanks.Sesshomaru, in turn, begins to bring her rather unusual gifts of his own...

Magenta Stripes by Ixaix

Posted on: A03 Rating: K Summary: When Rin finds Kagome's newest shade of lipstick, what could possibly go wrong? Status: One Shot

Melt by Sage McMae

Posted on: A03, Dokuga, FFnet Rating: K Summary: Sesshomaru can be as cold and unforgiving as the winter season. It's a good thing Kagome knows exactly how to thaw his icy heart. A one-shot written for SessKag week Day 4: White - Sacred / Purity and Truth Status: One Shot

Nyctophilia by Chie

Posted on: A03, Dokuga, FFnet Rating: K Summary: Sesshoumaru can't sleep so he makes a round around the house and wonders at his happiness. Status: One Shot

Perfect by Chie

Posted on: A03, Dokuga, FFnet Rating: K Summary: Because we all need fluff right now. A collection of short SessKag drabbles as requested by my readers. (Chapter 4 - "Shhh, you'll wake the baby" Status: One Shot

Stealing Starlight by AshMish111

Posted on: A03, FFnet Rating: Collection of one shots written for my own amusements as well as Tumblr prompts and challenges centered around Sesshomaru and Kagome. It’s all SessKag all the time in here! Summary: MA Status: WIP

Waiting for You by AshMish111, mynightshining, Sereia13, thetroll

Posted on: A03 Rating: MA Summary: He has always wanted her, yearned for her, craved her.And then finally, he has the opportunity to have her and it's one he does not intend to let pass him by. Status: One Shot

Written on my Skin by Sage McMae

Posted on: A03, Dokuga, FFnet Rating: K Summary: When Sesshomaru's daughter announces that she's found his mate, he believes it's a setup orchestrated by his mother. Then he realizes who the woman is. And how blind he's been. One-shot written for SessKag Week 2021 Day 6: Orange - Knowledge / Love and Happiness / Civilization Status: One Shot

Yearning Hearts by MaidenP

Posted on: A03, FFnet Rating: M Summary: Kagome aches for a family of her own with a certain Daiyoukai and, Sesshoumaru has been watching the lovely Miko for sometime. Will fate finally bring these two, together? Keep reading to find out! Status: WIP

[therentyoupay]

i saw a random ass tahnorra edit on tiktok and went into a tahnorra crazed binge (i havent even watched fully lok lmfao) and found some of your fics on ao3 and theyre sooooooooooooooooooooooo amazing oh my god so i took a chance and searched up u up on ffnet too (bc i was that desperate !) and good lord youre fics on there are soo good you are so talented !! any chance youd ever share them on ao3 👀? ur writing is too good to not bring into the light again ! haha only if u want to ofc anyway, just wanted to say bless ur soul thanks for being a tahnorra pioneer u r so talented and i hope u have the best life

🥲🥲🥲🥲🙏 thank you so much and i'm so sorry for the delay!!! i didn't use tumblr for like three years and then was excited to ✨come back✨ last week and made a bunch of posts and answered a bunch of asks and then—tumblr terminated my account for a few days by mistake. 😅 i trust tumblr 0% now but am going to try to clean out my asks super promptly from now on, even if i only log into this hellsite every week or so!!!!

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 thank you so so so much for your sweet ask!! 😭😭😭💕💕💕💕🙏🙏🙏🙏

i'm happy to share that that one night has been transferred!!!

Originally posted to FFNET: November 29, 2012. Transferred to AO3: Started May 19, 2014. Re-write & Transfer to AO3 for completion: Started May 18, 2023, finished May 31, 2023. New chapters released: May 31, 2023. (and another one coming this week!)

i'm not sure if i will transfer the others just yet... i think i'll finish my ao3 WIPs first and then start to transfer everything over to ao3 one-by one! 💕💕 i don't know how the hell we survived on ffnet for so long 🤣🤣🤣🫠 we had no choice we didn't know any better

THANK YOU AND I HOPE YOU ARE STILL ENJOYING S.S. TAHNORRA 💕💕💕💕💕💕✨

[xexiar]

Keep Watching. 21

Ch20 Ao3 FFnet

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Chapter 21

As we got to Ground Beta, we learned that we were doing the same training exercise as the second day of class. But this time, I was paired up with Todoroki. While the villain team was Kirishima and Uraraka. Somehow, I felt this was going to be an interesting team-up. From the few times I've seen Kirishima and Todoroki use their quirks, I might have an advantage. The only downside was that I wasn't sure how Todoroki worked in a team.

Once the villain team went to set up, I tried to speak with Todoroki. But he just ignored me. In fact, when I tried walking up to him on his left side there was no reaction. That was until I was in his face. It's then I noticed how he stepped back and ice formed where he once stood. Even a small amount of flames came off his face until he looked at me. Was he blinded on his left side? I should try to keep to his right if I'm coming from behind him.

There was something else I noticed. His left eye had a slight delay when he looked around him. Maybe I don't have the advantage I thought I did. It's possible that he reacts to moments. This could explain why he used the ice part of his quirk to keep everything in place. I would have to pay attention when he does that so I don't accidentally get frozen. I wonder how he deals with the fire half of his quirk.

Once we were allowed into the building, I watched as Todoroki went in first. We didn't really talk out a plan, but I'll let him take the lead. It'll be best for now since I need to watch out for his ice. I wonder what was the range of his attacks.

The moment we were on the second floor, I could hear something nearby. But just as I thought, Todoroki started to freeze everything in our path. I quickly jumped between the walls as the ice neared me. "Watch it." He didn't even react as he kept moving forward. I needed to find a way to use his quirk to my advantage. But I'll keep watch for now. While he was on the move, I tried to break some of the ice as quickly as could and put the pieces in my PE tracksuit pockets. I have a feeling I might need this.

Again, I followed close behind as Todoroki froze everything in his path. I just had to keep knocking down doors to be able to delay the ice from touching me. Which gave me enough of an opening to step on places that were already covered in ice. It was like this all the way until we reached the 3rd floor. I then faintly saw something on the ceiling. I took the ice from my pocket, which I was surprised didn't melt. What type of ice was this? I asked Todoroki later. Hopefully, he'll tell me; but I have my doubts. I quickly shook my head before throwing the ice. Whatever that was on the ceiling didn't fall, but it did move when hit with the ice. Which only meant two things.

"Todoroki, cover me!" I started to run before him.

"Cover you?" What kind of question was that? But I didn't have much time to think about it before debris started to fall on us. What was I going to do? Maybe if I… I quickly kicked the ice wall that was next to me and used it as a shield. To my surprise, the ice held strong against the debris. What type of ice is this? Or is it because it's a quirk that it would have different properties compared to natural ice? Yet telling from how fast it freezes everything it comes in contact with, it could easily be a mix of dry ice. Or a form of liquid nitrogen. If so, that could explain why metal takes longer to react.

I looked back to Todoroki, who was covering his head with his arms. The debris probably took him by surprise as well. Using my makeshift shield, I rushed back to Todoroki. Staying on his right side, I put the shield over us. "You think you can cover both of us until we find either Uraraka or the villain base?" He looked at me for a moment. Maybe I need to word things differently. "Can you keep ice over us as we try to reach the others?"

Todoroki nodded before having ice go across me to the wall. When it reached the wall, ice shot above us. I then put down the block of ice I held. It definitely reacts just like liquid nitrogen, but he can control where the ice starts and ends. Or maybe it's limited to starting wherever he was and touches. While only extending to as far as he can see. I wonder if his right eye is what he uses to determine direction. His right eye does react faster than his left. "Do you think Uraraka is nearby?"

I blinked a few times before looking at Todoroki. "Based on how everything fell on us when we got here." I looked at the amount of debris and saw some indentions on the walls. Is that where the debris came from? "I say she's probably around the corner. Or had started running away the moment she released everything. But I'm not sure if she went to the right or left. Since the markers on the wall could be trying to trick us into going in the wrong direction. There's also a chance that she ran or is still close by."

"You talk too much." I looked at Todoroki before he started running ahead of me. He at least kept ice forming as a cover as he went off. I watched as he made a right, but something felt off about this. So, instead of following him, I went left. He then spoke over the intercom. "Where are you?"

"You try to find Uraraka. I'm going after Kirishima."

"Then what was the point of using my ice to cover our heads?"

"Because I noticed that Uraraka quirk would make things out of reach for your normal attacks. At least this way, you can be protected until you find her."

"Forget that. I'm going after Kirishima." The intercom went silent. Well, if Todoroki thinks he can get there before me, he had another thing coming. Forget trying to win this as a team. I started to pick up the pace as I remembered how these buildings were usually set up. The staircase should be around the corner.

When the staircase entrance came into view, I noticed there was debris over it. Nice try, Uraraka, but you can't get me with this twice. Jumping between the narrow walls, I was able to get to the same level as the debris. I kicked them out of my way before landing and shoulder ramming into the door. I took a quick look around and saw nobody was there. So, I took 4 steps at a time as I rushed upstairs.

I made it to the 5th floor when I saw more floating debris. Was I getting close? Are they setting a trap? I looked around before getting near the door. I then noticed there was a window. I opened it and started climbing the outside wall to get to the other window. Compared to the wall of my apartment building, there were larger gaps between the bricks. Which made doing this much easier.

Once back inside the building, I saw patches of floating debris. How was I going to get through this without cover? But at least I can assume I was on the right floor. As I looked at the debris, I started to see a pattern. They all lined up between the walls, but the windows had nothing above them. I could try to run right under and hope that I could outrun everything as it falls. Or maybe climbing from the outside is a safer bet to winning this. But that leaves me with the issue of taking that route would cost me time. It might be worth it if I'm careful.

Which means only one thing. But I'll take the risk of running under the debris. I couldn't help but smile as I ran while everything started to come down. I was somehow faster than the falling debris, and I didn't get hit. I eventually came across a door that had nothing around it. So, I tapped the intercom. "What's your location, Todoroki?" There was no answer. Before I could ask again, he just showed up across from me.

We leaned against the wall before the door. I put up my fingers and started counting down from three. Todoroki nodded at me before I got to one. With that, I rammed the door down with my left shoulder, and we came to face with Uraraka and Kirishima. At that, Uraraka was near the bomb. Kirishima punched his fists together while standing before us. I watched as his skin started to harden. But I have no time to try to figure out his quirk.

I quickly picked up the door that I just knocked down. All in time for when Todoroki started to spread out his ice. Uraraka made the bomb float. Kirishima was stuck in place. Was he just slow to react, or was Todoroki's ice faster? Not like Todoroki doesn't give any sign of what he's about to do. He tends to step forward when he wants to cover just the floor with ice. But when attacking, he used his hands. I'm starting to really think more of his moves rely heavily on what he can see.

Without a moment to spare, I jumped in time and was able to use the door as a skateboard to ride the ice to Uraraka. From the corner of my left eye, I saw Kirishima try to catch me. But I was out of reach. Using my body weight, I started heading towards one of the pillars that was on my right. When I got about halfway, I took out the rest of the ice from my pocket and threw it at Uraraka. Which forced her to shield her face. Once I was behind the pillar, I got the capture tape out of my pocket.

I then brought myself to a pillar that was slightly off to the side. I brace myself against the front of that pillar before using my right foot to push me forward. I moved towards Uraraka, and the moment I was a foot away, I jumped off the door and barely caught Uraraka's left foot. But I somehow did it, bring her and the bomb down. With the bomb still being affected by her quirk, it landed gently on the door, making the door stop sliding. And I managed to pin Uraraka's foot before Todoroki ice reached us. The speakers then came alive with the sounds of All Might. "Hero team won this match." With that said, it's then that Todoroki used his flames to melt the ice. Maybe it's best I don't talk to him for now.

While we walked back to the rest of the class, Uraraka walked alongside me. "That was just amazing, Deku." I looked over to her and noticed she was really close. My face started to burn, and I quickly looked away. "It was so cool with how you used the door as a board."

"Thank you." It was then I felt her hugging my arm. The way it felt like my arm was being pressed against two water balloons made me really uncomfortable. But do I push away or deal with it? It didn't help with her arms holding me. This was nothing like my mom's hugs since I always brace for those. And at times, I'm usually numb to them. But a hug from Uraraka gave me the strongest urge to escape. I tried my best to sound polite. "Can you let me go?"

"Why?" I looked to my shoulder and saw she was inched from my face. In a panic, I pulled her arm off me and ran to catch up to Todoroki. Now my skin felt like something was clawing all over, and I didn't like it. Even though I don't get why I didn't like the feeling of her hugging me, I really don't want to experience that again. Now that I think about it, besides my mom, nobody has ever hugged me. At best, I just really don't like to be touched. Maybe that's it. I simply didn't like the fact I was hugged without knowing it was coming.

When we reached the others, All Might and Aizawa-sensei went over our match. Besides going on and on about me and Todoroki needs to get better at teamwork, it just sounded like a jumble mess. Not my fault Todoroki wanted to do his own thing. So, I simply did the same. We got the results that we needed. And I didn't have to use my quirk. So, isn't this a win?

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Once the teams were announced and who my team was up against, I had a sickening feeling. From how the last team training exercise went and the few times I've seen Deku in action, I was scared. The way he's able to notice the smallest detail and make a plan around it is intense. But maybe I was giving him too much credit. Maybe he won't do the same as he did when we went against Bakugo and Ida. Yet I can't be too careful.

I was at least grateful that Kirishima listened to my plan and made debris on our way to the base. Once we were all set, I headed back out to try to stop the hero team. From what I could gather, those two weren't working as a team. So, maybe it would work better if I get them to fight each other, so I can knock one of them out. But to my horror, Deku was on my tail. Which means I have to deal with plan B.

I did the best I could to run back to the base. While making sure I touched all the debris I came across. It wasn't long until I was back in the room with Kirishima. "Get ready. I don't know how far behind they are. But we shouldn't take any chances."

"It can't be that bad." I watched as Kirishima hardened his skin the moment the hero team showed up. I still was in disbelief at how we lost. At that, it was surprising to watch Deku use a door the way he did. He's so impressive. Besides being awfully cute, he was also very smart. I wonder if I could be that impressive.

As we walked back to join the class, I stood next to Deku. "It was so cool with how you used the door as a board."

"Thank you." The way Deku's face turned red was very funny. It was almost cute, in a way. I have seen him turn this red before when talking to me. I wonder if that's how all boys are when they speak to girls. Or maybe it was a sign that he liked me. Then again, I could be reading too much into it. But based on all those gossip magazines I read about high school romance, this could be something that I missed.

What should I do if it's just like the magazines? What did that one article say about how to tell if a boy liked you? OH! That's right! Something about sharing a hug. I slowly got closer before wrapping my arms around Deku's shoulders in a hug. At that, Deku's face, neck, and ears all turned red. He even placed a hand over my left arm. Was he trying to hug me back? I can't believe this is happening. He looks so cute.

But why was he frowning? Isn't this what boys like when they like a girl? "Can you let me go?"

That was surprising. "Why?" It was when he looked over at me that I realized how close I was to his face. My face suddenly was on fire. Wait! This wasn't part of what that article talked about. I don't think I'm ready for my first kiss. Especially not when we're dealing with class. I braced myself for what I thought would happen next, only to be shocked that Deku pulled away from me.

What just happened? Wasn't he going to kiss me? I watched in shock as Deku ran over to where Todoroki and Kirishima were. Maybe he also didn't want to kiss me because we were still in class. That just had to be it. It could easily be that he was just as embarrassed as me. That had to be it.

And when we reached the rest of the class, I happened to notice I was being stared at by Bakugo. Why was he staring at me? Especially when he straightened himself up while glaring at me. What on earth could that mean? The only time he ever gave me that stare was last week when he made Deku sit back down to eat. Oh. OH! I think I know why he was glaring now. He must have noticed me and Deku.

But then I had a thought. Why did he care about what I did around Deku? At that, Deku was his own person. Bakugo should just keep his nose out of other people's business. Then I recalled another one of my magazines saying something about some boys becoming aggressive towards the girls they like. Maybe he was jealous that I didn't give him the same treatment. That just had to be it. But he's so mean and so unlikeable. I watched him keep glaring at me as he walked passed me. When he was just moments from leaving out the door, I stuck my tongue at him. "What the hell!" Sero quickly grabbed Bakugo and dragged him to get ready for their match.

"What was that all about? Ribbit."

I looked to my right and saw that Asui was next to me. "Oh, nothing. I hope Bakugo fails today."

"Why would you say something like that? Ribbit."

Looking at the door before looking over to Deku, I couldn't help but feel mad. I don't like Bakugo. He's not as nice as Deku. "Bakugo is such a jerk."

[zaruba-needslove]

Been a long time since I send support request to FFN mods for stuff like this XD. But hey... now you can add Geats character filters to your fanfics on FFnet. Tho... Zack forgot to update the World filter for [Kamen Rider Geats] but I'm lazy to send another reply wwww. 8D. Cos it's either that... or the update was delayed smh.

[kinosternon]

I posted 71 times in 2022

That's 56 more posts than 2021!

20 posts created (28%)

51 posts reblogged (72%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@kinosternon

@bluejayblueskies

@natsume-ss

@dduane

@tanoraqui

I tagged 70 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#haruka nanase - 8 posts

#free! spoilers - 6 posts

#for my own reference - 5 posts

#writing advice - 5 posts

#free! the final stroke second part - 5 posts

#albert volandel - 4 posts

#ikuya kirishima - 4 posts

#rin matsuoka - 4 posts

#free! the final stroke - 4 posts

#about the writer - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 135 characters

#itll be /better/ with a single sentence saying 'and then time passed' than a long drawn out scene that fought you every step of the way

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Okay, I'm doing it.

I'm writing a summary for the last Free! movie.

12 notes - Posted April 30, 2022

#4

@demigardess

Hello, I was your secret santa for @natsume-ss this year! I really enjoyed your prompts, so I hope you can enjoy this fic as well ✨

Title: Peace of Mind Relationship: Gen, Natsume Takashi & Tanuma Kaname Prompts used: Gen fic, any kind of reveal fic

Summary:

He felt frozen, caught between two answers. The first, the easiest, was also one he could never say: It's fine. I'm already taking care of it. The second answer was the one that pertained to what they were really asking, he knew. And the answer was: I have no idea what to do for him right now.

read on AO3

13 notes - Posted December 27, 2022

#3

NaNo 2022: not writing exposition or dialogue but a secret third thing (epistolary novel)

14 notes - Posted November 1, 2022

#2

Official online Nabari Kuji!

Kamatani Yuhki announced recently on their Twitter that a new company is holding an online kuji (lottery) for official Nabari goods! It's rare to see something like this come out so long after a series ends, and I want as many people as possible to get the chance to participate. (According to the site's Q&A, you can register through a third-party company to have prizes shipped internationally, though I haven't tried this myself.)

All the prizes are random, and use official manga/promotional art—prints, badges, magnets, and so on—focusing on a variety of characters.

The kuji runs from today (August 19th, Japan time) through September 30th, 2022. You see what you've won right away after purchasing, but the items themselves won't be shipped till late December, and international shipping will probably cause further delays.

Link coming in reblog because I'd like this to show up in the tag.

17 notes - Posted August 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Walthrough: Reposting your old FFNet fics to Ao3

In light of recent rumors that FanFiction.Net might be receiving little/no ongoing support, and could suddenly disappear one day with very little warning, I wanted to offer a resource that might help preserve another fic or two. Just in case.

I'm already keeping a private collection of favorite fics from FFN that I can't bear to lose, but this tutorial isn't for saving other folks' fic. Instead, this tutorial is for people who might want to republish their own fic to Ao3 in a streamlined, relatively painless way.

Using these steps, I was able to upload an entire 16-chapter fic, with all the correct original formatting and without doing any fussy HTML editing, in about an hour. (And that was while making up the steps as I went along!)

What you'll need:

A link to your old FFNet account URL OR the those of the fics you want to save (no login necessary)

Access to a working Ao3 account

A web browser, permission to download zipped HTML files, and an unzipper (most computers have these by default)

How to save your fic for posterity:

Copy the link to the first chapter of the fic on FFN that you want to save. (Right-clicking the title of the fic on your profile and choosing "Copy Link" will do this.)

Go to https://fichub.net/ and paste in the URL. Press Export, then click "Download as zipped HTML." This saves your entire fic at once, no matter how many chapters, with formatting intact. Everyone thank the team who made this tool, because it's amazing.

Navigate to your downloads (or click on the pop-up that'll probably appear) and open the zipped HTML file. It will probably open in your default browser on its own, but you might need to tell it to open by right-clicking the unzipped file and choosing the desired browser. The resulting file should have all the chapters of the fic laid out one after another, with clear breaks between each chapter and the original HTML formatting (including section breaks).

Post a "New Work" in Ao3. (Can't import with FFNet, sadly, which is why this tutorial exists.) Add the title, relevant tags, and summary. (I used my FFNet summary with a note that the fic is crossposted.) Backdate the fic if desired by choosing a publishing date from around the time the fic was written.

Here's the magic part: Switch to Rich Text Mode in the "Work Text" field, then copy-paste the text from your first chapter into the Rich Text Mode window. (Note: You may see the stray space appear around italicized/bolded text, and an extra line break tends to appear between section breaks. Otherwise, though, the formatting is generally very well preserved.)

Optional detail: Hit "Preview," then "Save Draft," then "Add Chapter" to avoid posting any of your chapters till you have them all set up and ready to go.

Side note 1: Don't put an endnote on the end of your Chapter 1. Or if you do, go add a chapter 2 first, and then go back to add a chapter 1 endnote. Otherwise it'll end up at the end of your fic instead. It's a fixable outcome, but an annoying one.

Side note 2: If you use a pseud to post, you'll need to be careful to select the correct pseud for each chapter you upload, or you'll end up being listed as the author twice, once under each pseud you selected. If you notice this happening, it's because you've missed switching one in one or more chapters. This is fixable by checking the author listed under each chapter heading using the "Entire Work" button and keyword searching the username you're trying to get rid of.

While I didn't find a way to post all chapters at once, you can do it pretty quickly in the right order, without skipping, by doing the following steps in a loop:

Press "Entire work" at the top of the page.

Use your browser's "Find in page" function for the text "post chapter".

Hitting the "Post Chapter" button that appears.

Just continue the loop until there's no more "Post Chapter" buttons.

Once your chapters are all uploaded, you're done! Congratulations.

A final note

I know that this latest rumor might be blowing certain hints of FFNet's siterunners' inactivity out of proportion. I know that Ao3 isn't everyone's favorite (though I don't agree with most of those people). And I know, most of all, that some folks would rather some of their older fics not see the light of day anymore, for whatever reason.

But look. I'm a trans guy who used to be a teenage girl who (enthusiastically) wrote Twilight/Doctor Who crossover fanfic. I get it, and yet I'm still managing to stun the part of me that cringes long enough to preserve my stuff, because I think that fic should survive whenever possible.

There are options to help make the cringe factor more manageable. Use a pseud for your older stuff (like me), or to minimize any connection to your current account, you can use the Anonymous collection or the Orphan Work function as soon as you're done posting. Do whatever you need to feel comfortable.

But remember that every creative work is a victory just for existing. Please, if you can, find it in your heart (and your schedule) to preserve your work. Past!you worked hard on it, after all. And besides, you never know who might stumble across it someday exactly when they need it.

(PS: Please let me know about any other FFN preservation efforts, by the way! Hopefully this is all blown out of proportion, but you really can never be too careful.)

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The 72 Rules of Cat Grant || Supercat (8/?)

Chapter Title: Diving 

Pairing: Kara Danvers/Cat Grant

Rating: M

Chapter Description:

“I like this side of you.” Cat decides, throat bobbing as she swallows the offering.

“Of course you do. Because you’re so certain that it’s all your fault.” The tease causes another laugh and when Cat reaches across the desk, Kara runs fingers along her palm until she can hear her heartbeat ease into the softest staccato among the constant fluttering of pens outside this closed-off office of glass.

Note: Finally mostly up-to-date with all this jazz. 

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Chapter 8: AO3 | FF.Net | Below:

It’s day five (and a half) by the time Kara feels her whole life flash before her eyes. Fortunately, the majority of it (where she had a fitful sleep for twenty-four years or so, waking up every few minutes or hours or years to gasp until the life support systems would guide her back into oblivion) is lost in favor of remembering the way Alex had looked when she took her flying the first time, mixed with a murky memory of how Catherine’s smile can catch sunlight. Kara doesn’t have much time to think, at all, and those two images seem to be the best her mind can come up with when her body is thrown through a concrete barrier, fingers scratching at cement to catch her before she can plummet into the murky waters below.

This is officially not her most graceful fight.

The overwhelming taste of green and copper is nauseating-- this is what nausea feels like--and when Kara spits, red spews like paint splatter against the dirty canvas of a life-stained bridge, stumbling to shaky knees when unfocused blue eyes spot the sight of her cousin towering over heaving shoulders of the man in front of her.

This isn’t the first time they’ve met. It’s the fourth, in fact.

It’s the same man, Kara realizes with a sinking dread, that had tried to kill Lena Luthor a few hours before--who had nearly killed her sister a few moments later --and the rage is displayed by another mouthful of something else when he rushes forward, fingers curling around a swallowing neck like an iron vice as she spits what blood she has into his face in defiance.

He merely wipes it away with a rumbling chuckle, the coldness of it seeping far deeper than the Kryptonite does. Which is saying something, because the green is slowly slithering up her spine like a venomous snake and breath is becoming ragged against a swelling tongue.

Powerless.

Kal-El rushes to stop him, but the Kryptonite seems to seep into his bones when Metallo (that’s apparently his name, he likes to throw it around like a trademark) blasts him in the chest, her cousin’s body skittering across the bridge like a lifeless ragdoll and Supergirl struggles against hands made of steel she can’t bend as the glow of green overtakes her, body raising limply into the air as her bending throat creaks like a rusty metal door underneath the weight of his hand.

Definitely not her most graceful fight.

There’s countless flashes from the few spattered civilians brave enough to remain on the bridge and when one throws something at Metallo's head to distract him, Kara lets out a rasping--

“ Don’t --”

--even as the action causes a deathgrip to ease, just a little, because the last thing she wants is for them to die defending her.

Kara really doesn’t want anyone to die, actually. Herself and Kal-El included. Because this shouldn’t be it--it shouldn’t be today--not the day when she’d left Winn asleep on his couch to go stop a robbery. Not the day she hasn’t seen James at all. She hasn’t written Lois. She hasn’t laid out her letters. She’d left a cup of coffee on Cat’s desk with no explanation, this morning and hadn't been the person to leave her lover's third, and had left her relationship with Alex in tatters over a very ill-executed suggestion of Metropolis in her apartment, and they haven’t made it to lunch with Eliza , yet, who is probably making the best sandwiches on any coast, and Kal-El--

Kal-El is stumbling towards them, as powerless as she is from the Kryptonite, and the last daughter of the House of El lets out a quiet, frustrated curse of an apology in Kryptonian, before shoving her hand as hard as she can into the green, glowing pit where a heart should be in this man’s chest with a groan of agony to draw his attention towards her.

Before doing what’s probably the stupidest thing she can think of, but the best option for getting him off this bridge and away from Kal-El--away from the people who are now rushing to help her--

A gasp as fingers claw, memories of a green ring and determined eyes and her sister--her sister--

Kara throws all of her body weight just like her sister had taught her, hand curling in this green abyss (this must feel like what shoving a human’s entire arm into a spreading, growing lava would be) feeling the tendrils of it spreading from her wrist to her arm to her neck. She inhales and exhales and suddenly her breath is green and her eyes are green and her world, weak and small and powerless, is green--

Her leg sweeps underneath his thigh and her nails dig in and pull him closer, not further away--

And she throws them both off the edge of the bridge with a pained gasp, the only thing she can manage, the man’s grunt of surprise in her ear overtaken by a string of very british-sounding curses.

Because only one of them can fly.

It’s halfway through their descent, however, that Kara realizes neither one of them can fly and swallows, eyes closing as she feels the wind rush through her hair and the sound of screams in her ears, and has just enough time to fish out the bracelet in her breast, bringing it up to her lips with a faint apology, holding it with what strength she still has.

Today should not be the day for this.

She didn’t say goodbye.

--

The sun is high and bright and beautiful and Kara���s shoulders almost lazily sag underneath the weight of it as she leans against Catherine’s desk, a takeout box settled on wood and a coffee settled very, very close to her chest. A few moments after depositing them, she decides to plop knowingly--easily--into the chair, instead, and it's a testament to how distracted the CEO must be because there isn't even a half-hearted chide dancing along the office walls, dripping with forced insult and barely-concealed amusement.

“Doesn’t it ever grow tiring, Kara?” Cat quietly asks, eyes settled on a clock and Kara has the most ridiculous urge to skim her lover’s fingers along the edge of gold around her wrist, instead. “Knowing I’ll be here at exactly the same time, every morning. Putting out the same fires with different names. Arguing over semantics. Doesn’t a young girl like you find it tedious dealing with the boring, repeatable minutiae of life?”

“I never get tired of seeing you at 7:05 on the dot, Cat. I actually love minutiae.” Kara shakes her head, coming forward with curled fingers at her lap to keep from running them along the lines of a brow that shouldn’t crinkle quite so deeply. Trying to follow the look in her eyes feels like chasing the tail end of a comet through the stars, something she’ll never be quick enough to wrap her fingers around, and when Cat lets a quiet sigh between the gap of her teeth, she feels succinctly like she’s said the wrong thing. “But I…”

“Of course you don’t, Kara. You haven’t been stuck in an endless Groundhog Day cycle of trying to turn around incompetence, doing the same thing for two decades.” Cat cuts her off, focusing back down on the paper underneath her and a small laugh bubbles up, unbidden, on Kara’s lips, trying to cover it with her hand. It rumbles between them and a singular eyebrow arches over the silver frame of glasses in unimpressed question. “I wasn’t aware my problems amused you. I suppose that’s what I get for paying Lucy van Pelt the 5 cents. Hell, you’ve barely even been alive for two decades, you’re like a perky little goldfish floating around, seeing everything for the first time and then forgetting five seconds later.”

Seeing the tension on Cat’s face, Kara tries to take the insult in stride because the moment she’d walked into a building she currently (for a few more hours) isn’t employed at, she could feel the heat off of Cat’s shoulders. And watch the after-effects of it, given the scurrying employees that told her to run while she could the moment she stepped on the 40th floor.

“Okay, forgetting the fact that you just called me a goldfish, I’m only laughing because I…” Eyes flick behind them and she scoots a chair closer to the desk, uninvited, and ignores the sigh she can practically feel bubbling up on familiar shoulders. “It was the word choice, Cat. I literally spent two decades in space. And I mean literally. Twenty-four years of floating around. Doing the same thing.”

It’s a rare treat to see surprise barely widen those eyes and Kara shakes her head.

“...that’s new information.” Cat’s careful with her word choice and Kara still sees that journalist in the corner of her eyes--squinting and quiet--even as she sees the lover in her clearer and clearer each day, in the way her finger so carefully squeezes the edge of her pen.

“It’s boring information.” The last thing she needs in this week is to see mockups on James’ desk referencing her twenty-four year casting as Sleeping (not) Beauty. She’s trying her best to keep Supergirl out of the news this week. She’s been in it enough, with Metallo. “I wasn’t kidding about the floating. But either way, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude.” Cat hums, dipping back in her chair, eyes ever assessing, and Kara leans forward to chase that comet, wrists resting on a desk, “There’s a quote I always think of when I think of you, Catherine--”

“You do realize a person who relies on quotes so often usually does so because they don’t have original thoughts?”

Kara’s eyes barely slit, finger raising, “Okay, that’s the second time. I’m letting you slide because I know you’re obviously stressed and it’s rare for you to talk to me about anything so you’re vulnerable and...and grumpy and I do not want to accidentally get Eve fired so I’m keeping my mouth shut,” She straightens her blouse a little, shoulders tightening as her finger wags, voice even and pointed because sometimes Catherine needs a bit of a push back, “But it’s technically not my job to get you coffee, anymore, and I swear I won’t do it if you keep this up, Ms. Grant. Because this one? This coffee’s mine, and I won’t share.”

Okay, it’s not her best threat.

“Oh, you won’t get me coffee ,” Cat drawls, calling her on it, “My world is ending. It’s almost like I don’t have a thousand nameless employees all perfectly capable of doing menial--”

“ Cat .” Kara’s jaw clenches and her voice sounds every bit as strong as the House of El and, amazingly, she watches fingers pinch at the bridge of a nose before they slowly slide off glasses, a hint of remorse settling in a familiar gaze even if her tone is intentionally--it must be intentionally--bored.

“I’m sorry , whatever.” But dark eyes flick towards the balcony and a small sigh lowers shoulders, quieter--barely a whisper, “I’m sorry.”

Kara takes that as her cue to slowly stand, shutting the office door and lowering the blinds--it’s not an uncommon occurrence mid-day for Cat to need a moment, another migraine tucking at the back of her throat--and a softness tips up lips when she sees a familiar hand splayed over the desk like Cat hasn’t expected her to turn around, at all. At the sight of a frown and a down-turned chin, Kara rushes to assure against such a nonsensical fear, voice the same humming volume of the background news coverage she clicks off (an earlier fight between the superheroes and Metallo) when she promises: “I wasn’t leaving, Cat.”

Catherine lets out a slow, slow breath, fingers rubbing at her temples, and Kara leans against a desk--lowers hands with a teasing, knowing bat to an older pair--and lovingly does it for her, hands smoothing against skin underneath the tight line of perfectly-styled hair that falls between them.

“If you scared me off with a couple of mood swings, I wouldn’t have made it past my first hour of working here. Definitely not the morning after we were together the second time.” There’s a faint, almost fond chuckle at the memory of it, “Or maybe I just forget,” It’s sing-song--beaming, “Because I’m a goldfish.”

Cat sags into her hands, a hint of a warm laugh breaking against her wrists, and lips brush over a tilted forehead in a soft gesture--a gentle forgiveness and quiet hello--a hint of gratitude, even, for being able to be right here for her. It’s the equivalent, Kara knows, of not going onto that balcony alone, and she won’t forsake it.

“I should have stuck with golden retriever.” Fingers curl around Kara’s wrist, nose turning into a palm, and when carefully-blackened eyelashes flutter, Kara can see an ocean of open green in Catherine’s eyes.

“Goldfish is fine. I think I like it. Mainly because, normally when people call me a dog, they’re using another word for it and they’re usually very loud.” A sage nod, “ Very angry. And it’s usually? When I’m helping put them in handcuffs.” Her nose wrinkles and Cat laughs and just like that, the day is a little brighter.

“Well the handcuffs could be arranged.” That’s a decidedly lower drawl and Kara flushes from it--crosses her leg on the edge of the desk--bites the edge of her lip underneath the faintest hint of a blush as she leans forward, a breath above Cat’s knowing eyes.

“Well, if you like being tied up, I have a cape that doesn’t fray.” It’s out of her mouth before she realizes she’s even said it and her cheeks turn the same shade as said cape at the image, clearing her throat a little, unused to being so brazen underneath the warmth of the sun but not shying away from it, fingers lowering from temples to skim along a cheek, a moment later hopping up and dutifully retrieving two pills and a glass of water before resuming her perch, those eyes heating skin far better than the sun ever has as she does.

“I like this side of you.” Cat decides, throat bobbing as she swallows the offering.

“Of course you do. Because you’re so certain that it’s all your fault.” The tease causes another laugh and when Cat reaches across the desk, Kara runs fingers along her palm until she can hear her heartbeat ease into the softest staccato among the constant fluttering of pens outside this closed-off office of glass, “If you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life. You must accept the terms it offers you.”

“That’s the quote?” A thoughtful hum, but Cat doesn’t pull away, taking another drag of water as elegantly as a socialite might a glass a wine. “That sounds...familiar.”

“T.S. Eliot,” Kara supplies, “ The Confidential Clerk .”

“Of course, everything you could have possibly quoted by T.S. Eliot and some obscure play marks the top of the list.” The glass sets down on the edge of a desk, a reflection of Cat’s quirking lips caught along the edge of it like how stars catch in the glass of her bedroom window, at night.

“ I’m not the one that likes to drop Superfluous Man into the middle of a conversation.” Kara challenges and Cat leans fully back in her chair, fingers idly twining in a familiar pair, so casual and thoughtless that it makes a young smile soften.

“Oh, I really like this side of you.” A nail skims along the inside of Kara’s index finger and she laughs, raising it up to smiling lips.

“My point,” Kara tries because she’s hardly as motivational as the woman she’s attempting to motivate, “Is that you’re a strong woman, Cat, and in anything I’ve ever seen you do--anything you’ve ever done? You’re the one making the terms. You didn’t like that journalism was male-dominated--had no place for women, at all--so you one-upped the scene. You created every form of media sensation possible with, yes, a whole lot of work, you never stop telling any of us about the work, but you did it. Journalism, news, TV, radio. I’m sure people told you you couldn’t be a single mother and a CEO and CatCo is better than ever. And Carter is the smartest, most talented, brilliant kid I’ve ever met.”

Cat hums, a hint of pride flashing over a wistful smile at mention of her son, “That’s certainly true.”

“Even in the hard things, when you gave up your son,” Kara gently reminds, “Society says you can’t have it both ways, and you’re making things with Adam work--and before you blame me for any of that,” Kara raises her free hand, “This relationship with him? It’s all you. It’s on both of your terms, not what anyone else thinks of it.”

A slow, almost shaking breath straightens shoulders, “Also insightful, in a very odd way.”

A beat, "This isn't about the dinner with Adam, right?" 

Thankfully, Cat smiles, "No." So Kara continues, thankful and glad (and thinking that she should really go check that Facebook message).

“You paved the way, Cat. For women. You paved the way for all of us to be taken seriously without having to dress like men , either. Which, you know, is nice. Please no comments about my wardrobe.” That's a hasty addition, flushing and barreling on before Cat can get a word in edge-wise, “You’re a mother and successful. You have a portfolio that your accountant says is so well-rounded you could have your own gravitational field.” Kara shakes her head, pressing, “Even our relationship, Cat,” It’s gentler, voice dipping the same moment Cat’s eyelashes do, “We’re against all odds here, but instead of giving up, you created the terms. We both did. We’re making it work so far, aren’t we?”

“It’s been a few days , Kara.” Kara can hear it. She can hear Catherine’s breath catch against the edge of teeth--can feel her pulse barely quicken--but the almost shy smile that tucks up the edges of curving lips, amused and fond, is the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.

“It’s been five months, Catherine. Almost six.” It’s an argument she’ll never give up and the fact that Cat doesn’t even try is more than telling, “And we’ve survived. We’re forging new relationship territory, remember? You’re...you’re a woman who changes the world without changing herself to fit it. I’m in awe of it, sometimes, Cat. It’s hard not to be. But it’s just who you are. So why...why would this be any different? You’re talking about CatCo, right? About being unhappy here?”

A grousing hum is all the answer Kara needs, because this is a subject they've broached only in the darkest mist of night.

“Because it’s my entire company, Kara. It’s…” Cat sucks in a breath, frustration quickly overwhelming any traces of her smile, “I’ve spent so long building this empire. This image. My family and--”

“And the things you love, that you throw your whole heart into, aren't as disposable as you want to think.” Kara boldly notes, watching the way Cat's fingers barely flex and leaning closer before she can pull away, voice quiet, because she doesn’t think this is about them, she knows it’s about Cat. Cat’s happiness. And to Kara, that's more important than them. “I don't know what you're thinking of, Cat. I just know... you're not happy with the way things are here, anymore. I get it. And I know you could never leave CatCo or anything,” She laughs at the ridiculous thought and looks curiously at the profile of a woman who suddenly seems content to look through the windows to a balcony overlooking her city--content to look anywhere but Kara. “I know we talk a lot about duty and...that people depend on us.” Kara doesn’t like the way Cat seems to be caught outside, reaching forward to gently tuck up a chin--to bring a gaze up to meet her own away from the city they’ve sworn to protect. “But there's so many ways to help the world, aren't there? And if the way CatCo is doing it isn't what you want anymore...then I don't think anyone on this planet--on any planet, and I've been to a lot of them--is more capable of changing the terms of the world to fit how she thinks the world should be. If you’re not happy, you’ll change it.”

“You...really mean that, don't you? You really think it could just be that easy. Just change the world.” Cat scoffs a little, but there's something so hopeful in her eyes, Kara's words a near tipping point in a game of dominoes. Kara doesn't know what she's done, and likely never will. “You’re so young.”

“Maybe.” Kara concedes, “On this subject you’re definitely the mentor.” Her smile turns sheepish, “Okay, on most subjects you’re my mentor. In fact, I’ve spent a long time studying you, Cat--I'm still adamant that that was part of my job description--so you should be able to take my word for why I believe it’s possible. It’s because you’ve already done it. Your whole life. If you're not happy, and I think you deserve to be happy--you deserve...so much. To be happy,” It’s cold when she drops fingers from a chin, offering a supportive smile, instead, “Then you'll find a way. And if there's anything I can do at all, to help…”

A hand waves towards herself--hopeful and eager and honest--not understanding the hint of conflict settling so deeply, however brief, on Cat's features.

It’s only a moment--a flicker of vulnerability--but she’ll never forget it, the faint flicker of something dark casting shadows over the bright light of Catherine’s lips. It makes Kara stumble a little over the words, enamored by it:

“You should focus on it. The being happy part, remember?”

Kara thinks it must be the weight of figuring out what to do with CatCo--even feels a naive, righteous sense of warmth in her chest from having helped in even the smallest ways--and she'll never quite understand the look in Cat's eyes.

Because that’s the thing with those small, hidden moments before everything changes, it’s impossible to recognize them as lasts until they’re gone. Kara has pockets full of moments just like this one stuffed in a hidden compartment by her heart--her mother’s fingers skimming along the edge of a necklace as she explains love; her father’s eyes brightening as he taps knuckles along a sculpture; Astra’s lips in a dream brushing over her forehead; and this, this moment of Cat’s eyes haunted and conflicted, holding onto something like a planet that’s turning green from the inside out, determined to take the galaxy with it.

Kara towers over Catherine and watches green eyes catch in the sun, the memory burnt on the back of eyelids with a unforgiving sting of a fountain pen. There’s a breath that tumbles from Catherine’s parted lips that means something in its indefinite silence--that hints towards a lifetime of possibilities unsaid--and Catherine almost says something--maybe almost says everything --and this small, simple little exchange is what will play on repeat for months.

Kara Danvers will play it over and over and over again like nails desperately scratching at a broken record. She'll replay the way Cat's hair falls in front of her eyes as her nose dips. The way that her eyes almost shine above those shadows of her cheeks. The way her breath rattles and quakes. The way those fingers curl nails in anxiety and promise.

The way Catherine's lips part and she...says nothing, at all.

What did you want to say?

Kara will beg her to say it. She’ll never scream--never fall to her knees in rage and loss--she’ll never argue or even actually ask anyone but a figment of a ghost of someone she swore not to love--she’ll beg an empty corner of her bed that’s no longer cold, and that’s worse, somehow.

But right now, happy and light and carefree, Kara doesn't notice, instead drumming her fingers on the edge of a desk with a light shrug, too busy trying to pull Cat out of her own head to dive into it, instead. Because that’s her job, these days, she feels, even when she doesn’t exactly have one--to keep Catherine from collapsing in on herself like a singularity with hope and love, alone.

“I was only kidding about not getting you coffee.” Kara smiles and Cat's eyelashes flutter as she lets out that almost quivering breath, nails curling into her desk. It must be nerves or exhaustion but Kara is determined to help cure either, promising, “Let me go grab it for you. Before you can tell me it's not my job, I want to.” A genuine smile, “The little things. I won’t be able to come back here today, anyways, so I’d...like to.”

A foot turns on a heel, intent on walking away and she makes it to the door, fingers curling around warm metal but knowing better to raise the blinds until Cat is ready. Something else she'll have to inform Eve and she's so focused on mentally running through the list in her desk--distracted by the thought of making sure that Ms. Grant has the best replacement possible (did she miss telling Eve anything, while she's here?)--that she almost misses the way Cat's voice quakes when she barely whispers her name.

“Kara?”

Another turn on her heel with a soft hum of question, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of a nose. The sun has settled in Golden hair and showcases the shadows underneath eyes and for one of the few times Kara will ever see it, Catherine Grant visibly hesitates.

Her mouth stills--words halt--and her lips press a thin line. The smile that follows is forced but genuine, something deep cemented in resolution in the depth of her lover's eyes as she jokes:

“My hero.” There’s a quiver at the edge of her lips--a shine to that endless, painting of eyes before Cat’s looking back down. Back to work. “Scalding hot, please.”

But there sounds like there's truth in it--like Cat believes she's a hero through and through--and it makes Kara beam, turning around to get that third latte of the day.

“Anything for you, Ms. Grant.”

Her phone dings at Noonan’s ten minutes later, a freeze-frame of stolen pictures and smiling eyes there to greet smiling eyes.

Thank you.

Teeth tuck at lips and when her phone buzzes again, blue soften and for a second the latte she’s grabbed might actually feel warm against her open hand.

“Boyfriend?” Eve’s tired voice--Kara sympathizes because boy does she still remember her first day, even if this is technically Eve's second--calls around her shoulder, light and kind and knowing and she quickly tucks away her phone, shrugging a shoulder.

“Just a nice text for a nice day.” She offers, instead, eyes flicking down to the mug before raising it up, “Think you’re ready to deliver this one on your own?”

Eve looks terrified.

“Oh, come on, I promise, it won’t be that bad. You’ve done it twice and she hasn’t killed you, right?”

Kara takes another look at her phone, wise enough to hide her smile, this time.

I’m sorry.

A quick reply hidden by her hip--

I’m sticking by the goldfish. It’s forgotten. Really. We’re more than ok Cat. Eve’s bringing you your caffeine fix so please be nice.

Adding for good measure--

Please be nice *Ms. Grant*. Typo?

Even better measure:

Ms. Grant, who has the right to fire anyone she wants but should be nice anyways. ;) Gosh, look at those typos.

She can hear Cat’s indulgent, annoyed sigh forty floors down. The blinds are back up and Kara smiles over Eve’s shoulder the entire time when Cat shoots her a knowing look but wordlessly takes the latte and that’s enough of a victory for Kara. It should be a simple moment, lost and forgotten, moving about her day with no clue--no idea.

“You don’t work here, anymore, Kiera.” Cat calls to her with a glance at a watch, “Seven hours.”

“Yes, Ms. Grant. Consider me not here.”

“Like anyone could shield their eyes, you're like a walking Forever 21 ad.” But Catherine’s smiling now with a flick of a dismissive hand, Eve looking after her like she’s awaiting a nuclear bombing.

Kara’s decidedly not a goldfish. She doesn’t forget.

She sighs in a big, white, empty office, fingers running along stuffed-away pictures, sagging onto a table as she drums fingers along her desk and frowns.

Idly, she plans to get a picture made of the one of Cat on her phone--plans to gently tuck it in a safe place right next to J’onn--and leaves before she can think anymore about a ticking clock, sipping on her own coffee, not bothering to heat it.

Lena’s name lights up the screen of her phone and Kara shoots up into the sky a few minutes later, unable to shake the look on Cat’s face, leaning over a desk, a thousand words left unsaid, and Kara isn’t sure why.

It's the beginning of an end--such simple things usually are--and anytime Kara ever thinks back on it, she'll cry.

--

The last thing she sees is Kal-El, stumbling and just as powerless as her, diving after her over the edge of the bridge, whatever words croaking out of his lips lost to the sound of the wind.

khap zhalish

The last thing she hears is the sound of Metallo hitting the water and going silent.

--

“Alex, I’m not saying I’m going to Metropolis, I’m just--”

“Leaving? What is that like our family motto? Did you ever stop to think that I’ve changed my whole life --”

--

The last thing she does is smile up at Kal-El, trying to assure him as best she can, despite the fear that slowly settles in the pit of her stomach. Falling, at least, feels a lot like flying.

--

“J’onn?” Kara whispers, fingers tenting over a knee as her chin falls down to it, eyes flicking over towards the familiar, somber face. He hums in acknowledgment, the afternoon sun painting the shining floors of the new DEO building in a way Kara is still getting used to. Everything is so...shiny now. Not all...rock-lair, cave-motif.

“Supergirl?” His voice is gruff as always and she wonders if he would understand what it’s like to not sleep for nearly six days, because she’s certain he sounds like he’s never slept, at all.

“Do you think we can ever be happy? I mean, sure we can, right? Saving the world...” She trails off, chin tipping back as she searches the lines of an exposed ceiling, the words to her question lost on her tongue, unsure how to phrase it outside of her mind, “I know we’ll stop Cadmus--I mean, who comes up with a name like that, anyways? What does that even mean--and we’ll stop whoever comes after that, and I know that the world is full of rules . Especially for people like us. But one of those rules...one of those rules has to be that we should be happy, right?”

“I think…” Kara doesn’t look at his face, but his voice sounds so calm--so confident--so steady as his fingers curl around her shoulder, “If there’s anyone that deserves to find out, it’s you and your cousin.”

“You think?”

“I know , Ms. Danvers.” She turns to take in his smile, then, and she leans into his hand before the squeeze becomes a pat. “You’re still not sure which job--”

“No.” Kara sighs, “It's not that. I think I know, I just...I wonder some days if--I mean, between Alex and Kal-El and Cat--”

“J’onn!” A voice calls around the corner, “We’ve got reports of a jumper on--”

--

The last thing she thinks before the impact of the ocean engulfing her like an unwanted gift, the pain rattling like a broken baby’s toy through her shattering bones, is that Eliza? Alex?

Catherine?

They’re going to kill her if she dies.

The water soaks through her suit, ice and lifeless, staining the white of a list until it crumples so that when it’s unfolded, for the rest of its life, it will never unfold the same way, again. Like the thin line of glass that can never be repaired to its first form, an uncompleted list will crumple at the edges and fold in uneven lines, some of the ink running at the edges.

It will change--break and mend--just like a heart can.

--

Rule #72….

--

Life isn’t as dramatic as the movies--as the books she spent years pouring over bent knees devouring--and maybe hurtling herself and a man bent on destroying dozens of people (herself and her cousin, included) off of a bridge is maybe a little dramatic by nature, but waking up from it isn’t.

She wakes up to an empty room, the heat of a sunlamp staining the rise and fall of her chest with life.

She wakes to a dozen voicemails and one text, in particular, that makes her swallow--she wakes to Kal-El’s smiling, cut face as they both heal--she wakes having not really slept, at all, five and a half days lacking it settling down her healing bones underneath a false Sol just as much as the Kryptonite had.

She wakes up to J'onn's nervous eyes and Alex gone and doesn’t let herself heal and Kal-El doesn’t ask her to. She wakes to her sun having set and the world tasting like cold and green and she tucks a bracelet back in her pocket, not having let go of it for a moment--a breath--the entire time she laid there.

Kara wakes up, maybe, but she doesn't feel awake.

Kara tears apart the city to find her sister and doesn’t let her go when she does, a murmured apology in her ear that’s doubled ten-fold against her neck.

She wakes and heals and saves and a few hours later, all four of them--J’onn, Kal-El, Alex, and Kara--are once again in two separate cities, determined to protect the people within them, moonlight at their backs.

Death doesn’t stop them, and neither does Metallo. She rips out his heart and barely keeps from crushing it beneath her palm.

Kara doesn’t remember being in the water--doesn’t remember much save for falling--but she’ll see the headlines of the image of Superman cradling her body against his chest as he stumbles out of the ocean like a beacon as he holds her , a bracelet limply hanging from her fingers as the sun settles on his shoulders and dances shadows on her bruised, barely recognizable features. Both of their forms cut and bruised and hanging on the edge of life, war-torn and martyrs.

She’ll see the picture hung on the edge of what was once Catherine Grant’s wall, along with their other highest-selling covers--right next to the one of them both healing, scraped and bruised, towering over Metallo--for months every time she walks into the office and feels a chill hang over her features.

She doesn’t remember, but she’ll see that picture and will shatter a breath against her teeth and understand why Cat couldn’t bear to look at it, at all.

The whole night is spent tracking Cadmus with little to show for it and, eventually, in the early hours of the morning--day 6 because being in some kind of coma or something does not count as sleeping--Kara hugs Kal-El tighter than anyone else could, feeling Alex’s fingers on her shoulder, and tells him that she’s staying.

She’s staying. That’s a decision she knows how to make. She’s not going to Metropolis. She’s never going to Metropolis, not as long as Alex is here.

So Kara watches him shoot off into the twilight sky, taking a piece of herself with him--thankfully taking the last of the Kryptonite, as well--before she kisses her sister’s cheek and shoots off, herself.

It’s nearly five in the morning when she sets down on a familiar balcony and wonders why she isn’t surprised to see Cat leaning on the edge of it, swirling a glass in her palm. Either she stayed here the entire night--unlikely, given Carter--or just started early, but the circles unhidden, silhoutting the features of familiar eyes is telling, enough, and Kara has to swallow down more than breath when she comes closer.

Without a word, bruised fingers gently untuck a bracelet from a suit, a little squeezed but since cleaned (haphazardly cleaned in a DEO sink by her cousin at Kara’s pleading, pleading look, and then feverishly cleaned the moment Kara could stand on trembling knees an hour later) and offers it palm up to the woman next to her as their shoulders brush, settling next to her on the balcony.

It’s not unusual that Kara doesn’t know the right words to say--it’s a daily occurrence--so when Catherine takes a long, long drag of the liquid before reaching forward, nails almost reverently skimming along the expensive, bent bracelet, Kara doesn’t bother trying. Instead, she just holds the bracelet up as Cat becomes reacquainted with it--dips fingers underneath the shine of it--and when her lover’s breath finally rattles into the night, Kara doesn’t mention the wet sheen to dark eyes, clear even so high above the city, lights dim and quiet. She just gently unhooks the bracelet and slides it around Cat’s wrist, raising it up to her lips and kissing it in silent apology, just as she had before plummeting into the ocean. Not that she would tell Catherine she’d done that, at all.

That doesn't seem like knowledge that would help.

At least this time, she feels a heartbeat flutter underneath her touch.

And Catherine’s so slow about it, the way her wrist turns and so carefully cups Kara’s cheek in a trembling palm, thumb brushing over the high rise, underneath the worst of her still-healing cuts, that Kara wouldn’t know the words even if she tried to stumble over them.

“That is not what I meant by diving. You certainly like causing a spectacle of yourself, don’t you?” It’s a dry whisper--like a barrel full of whiskey, a burning match hovering above it--and Kara just leans into her. It’s been a long day and there’s familiarity in it, a hint of a laugh flushing cool cheeks.

“Someone likes to tell me I like being difficult.” Kara swallows because the thin smile Cat’s attempted gives way to something else, leaning down to slot their foreheads together and the quaking anger does little to overrun the hint of something far worse on her lover’s tongue.

“We have nearly three dozen witness testimonies regarding your idiotic heroics, and none of them understood the gravity of what happened in front of them. Pictures showing you bleeding before you practically backflipped off of the bridge. You could have--”

“I came home to you.” It’s gentle and loving and a little desperate, lips brushing over a forehead and Cat’s fingers tangle so tightly in her suit that she can barely breathe. “Catherine--”

“You’re still bleeding.” It’s a searing breath that curls up in pain at the end, Cat’s fingers tracing the wound below a bloodshot eye and Kara catches her wrist with a faint wince as that jaw lines itself with steel and features contort in something indistinguishable before Catherine pulls away altogether. Voice far colder: “You missed your deadline--”

Kara selfishly kisses her like her life depends on it--like she can’t catch Catherine with fingers or words, so she tries chasing her with this, instead--pressing her up against glass with a withering, breaking sigh against parting lips. Fingers tangle in her hair and the sound of a bracelet clattering to the floor is lost underneath the scratch of heels, because Kara had forgotten to re-clasp it.

“I don’t care about my deadline.” Kara kisses her again because the further and further Kal-El shoots into the sky, the further the green seeps out of her bones and she knows she can keep Cat here against her with super-strength, but she’d rather keep her with something far darker in the pit of her chest. Almost accusing: “You came up here to wait for me.”

“I wouldn’t--” Catherine practically hisses , a frustrated breath on the edge of her tongue rolling like a locomotive up her lungs, her hands cupping cheeks and tugging her close. “ Yes . I had to see you with my own eyes.”

“I’m right here.” Kara promises, pulling away so that Cat’s fingers can trace every single line of her face like her thumbs are far more knowing than her eyes. And they might be. She sucks in a sharp breath when a thumb swipes underneath that same cut, surprised when Cat tugs her down and gently brushes lips underneath the puckered edge of healing skin.

Catherine kisses her again, consuming and rough, and Kara’s knees shake before she's suddenly pushed her away, again, just as rough and just as consuming, jaw setting.

“We’re crashing the cover.”

“You’re--” Kara blinks because it’s five AM and she doesn’t know how she missed the noise--the life in the building--because her ears are still full of Kryptonite and her lungs might still be full of water, “Oh.”

“You don’t work here, anymore.” Cat straightens her hair--her blouse--sets aside her drink and stands taller than Kara knows how to, shoulders wilting and something quaking pushing through parted lips.

“...oh.” A hint of a desperate laugh, wishing she at least had the bracelet to hold onto because suddenly she feels very, very cold, surprised when fingers gently tuck up her chin and she comes face to face with Catherine’s determined, unwavering gaze. There’s something sad there, now--something Kara’s well aware she’s put there--and it makes her swallow feel like glass. But still she can’t stomach the thought of Metropolis, not now. Not after holding Alex’s trembling hands and not after seeing the look in Cat’s eyes. “I’ll--”

“I extended your deadline.” Cat whispers and Kara blinks.

“You--” Another blink, unable to help the surprise. A third blink because-- “Really?”

“Kara, I’m tough, not cruel.” Her voice is quieter, then, fingers falling from a chin and Kara boldly catches them.

“I don’t think you’re cruel, I just--”

“Thought that I was going to fire you for trying to save someone’s life on the off-chance that you were stupid enough to die?” Cat supplies and Kara swallows.

“Well, I--no? Not exactly...that. Maybe fired me to make a poi--”

“Stop talking before you dig yourself into a hole superstrength wouldn’t get you out of. I’m well aware of what people think of me, I don’t need to add what your pedaling little thoughts are to the--”

Kara reaches up to cup her cheeks in a way that makes Cat visibly tense, words dying out before she smiles, “You don’t want to hear that I think the world of you? I know it’s a little too cheesy for your tastes.”

“You really have to stop talking.” Cat warns but there’s a hint of a smile there, now, and lips brush over a forehead, holding the smaller form against her chest for as long as she’s allowed. Which is longer than expected, long fingers gently raising to spread out over a heart as a nose slots against a neck. Kara can feel the heat of the sun--faint and faraway, but there--on her back by the time Cat untangles herself, a rough sigh sliding past her lips. She bends down and clasps the bracelet properly on her wrist, now.

“Catherine,” Kara murmurs before she can go too far, kissing the rise of knuckles before letting her lover go, completely, “I’m not saying that I think what I did was...okay. I’m not trying to make you feel better, but I...did. Come home to you. I’ll always come home to you, if I can. You’re--you’re what gave me the strength to--”

Cat raises a hand up in-between them, stopping Kara in her tracks, and the look on her face, however brief, is pained enough that Kara feels regret over saying anything at all. The bracelet jangles as the hand lowers and the CEO of CatCo looks back towards her lit office, shoulders straightening and heels clicking, a discarded drink on the nearby balcony table.

“You have until Friday afternoon, 4 O’clock, not a moment later. You’re not stepping foot here in any form of professional capacity until then.”

“Okay.” Kara breathes--nods--looks back up and clears her throat at the straight line of shoulders she wishes she could spend hours easing the knots out of with well-intentioned fingers. Knots she caused. And she thinks Catherine was right, this weekend--she does have to learn how to live with affecting her. “Thank you...Ms. Grant.”

Cat nods and leaves and the balcony feels colder for it.

As cold as the city seems without Kal-El--without Kryptonite, even--and Supergirl turns to tower over her city for a few more minutes before falling down to the street, to the corner around the corner, leaning against the wall by Noonan’s.

She strips off her suit and slowly pulls up jeans--a shirt--and looks down at glasses, cracked along an edge she’ll need to fix, cupped in her palm as the sun starts to rise. She listens to the city wake and the life paint the streets in gold and red and green and with a suit tucked in her bag, a cut slowly healing underneath her eye, Kara Danvers starts the long walk home to an empty apartment across the city.

Alive and exhausted and cold, she doesn't really feel like flying. 

 --

 **Kryptonian Translations, Mythos, and other DC shenanigans** Source(s) Language **Zhalish: Pardon, excuse, absolve, disregard, exonerate. Another way of saying "I'm sorry". verb P: [n̩.ʒæ.liʃ]; Kryptonian: :ZAliS

[theredconversegirl]

Love, is it true that ffn gonna be gone soon? I'm so sad bcs of it. All those classic 😭 Even wo they closing out (hope not) so many good fanfic got deleted by the author. I'm bleeding but no one can see it. 😣

Hi nonny,

Thank you for stopping by! 💕

Sorry about the delay. 🙏 I've been seeing/reading rumors about that since last month, but I haven't seen anything official from FanFiction.net. This is one of the posts I saw: link here. It's kind of intense/scary. 😰

I noticed that with the panic of these rumors/posts, a lot of authors are either migrating their works to other platforms like ao3 or deleting their profiles for some reason.

I did a little of research and this reddit post gave me more context about these rumors. It points out that FFnet is an old website that is not often updated, has little improvement, and the support is unresponsive or slow.

Based on that and what we see happening to other websites that are not maintained, people are saying it might eventually die, but I don't believe this will happen any time soon; all the information shared is not officially shared by the Fanfiction.net team and I trust official sources.

I'm keeping an eye on FFnet twitter and there were no messages indicating its end there. I also noticed they post updates every now and then there. So this might be just wide-spread misinformation. 🤷‍♀️

I'm sorry if this whole thing is causing you any kind of stress or anxiety. 😔 I'm also really sad about these stories that are being deleted lately. It feels very odd and heartbreaking. 🥺💔

I hope that what I shared here helped you understand the situation a little better. I'm sorry I couldn't give you a concrete answer. 🙁

Have a nice weekend! 🤗❤

Stay Safe,

xoxo

[sallyjavery]

Hello there! I just finished up Game Theory on FFnet and wanted to tell you I was loving it. Your writing is lovely. Excellent progression, no hysterics, believable characters. I hope you decide to continue. Think there’s any chance? Either way, thqnk you for your work and generosity in sharing it with us. C.

Hi! Aw thank you, so lovely to hear you're enjoying it. So things are definitely happening there, and it is no longer Abandoned with a capital 'A'. In fact, it was my intention to finish it this year but then I got Covid and while I did continue writing while I was laid up what I came up with was ... weird at best, nonsensical at worst and unusable in every sense, so a delay! was encountered.

Anyway, we are where we are, and at this stage I'm pretty sure I'll have another chapter up before year's end.

Thanks again for reading, and for letting me know. It means a great deal!

Sally xxx

[sereia1313]

Secrets

September monthly prompt is finally finished! I blame @mrfeenysmustache, @mynightshining, and Troll for the smut fest AND the delay!

Summary: Kagome brings in an expert to teach her class about sex ed, with surprising and stimulating results. Prompt: Secrets (September Monthly Prompt) Warnings: SMUT (basically a PWP)

Read it on Ao3, Dokuga, and FFnet.

Sneak Peek

"Thank you for today, I know they learned a lot."

Taisho raised an eyebrow at her.

"Well, even if they knew more than I thought, you still made it okay that they know it."

"Sex education is only effective if they are aware of every nuance."

She finally relaxed, giving him another grateful smile. "I'm glad we agree on something."

"I am sure we agree on more than that."

Kagome cocked her head to the side. "I'm not sure, you seem to have better intuition when it comes to my students than I do."

His movements were fluid as he walked towards her.

Purposeful.

"Again, I know what to look for. It is my job to know things about people that they may not yet know themselves. And the pleasures that they seek."

"I'm sure it helps with your shop. You knew right away how Sango and Miroku's relationship worked just from a few repeated words. And the reason behind Yura's obsession with Cat's Cradle. Plus Kouga and Inuyasha's secret, albeit mutual, crushes and I—"

"And you have never felt real pleasure before."

Her mind went blank, and she suddenly realized he was standing over her. Kagome's mouth went dry as she tried to string a coherent thought together.

"W-What? I'm not a—I've had—"

Strong hands grabbed onto the armrests of her chair, and she was forced to lean back as he leaned in.

"I was not implying you haven't experienced sex, just that it has not been good. The kind that has you arcing off the bed, nails digging into skin as you beg for more."

"Is that what happens with you?" Blue eyes widened in shock, her hands flying to her mouth as she processed her own words.

His pupils dilated, the ring of amber almost disappearing as the muscles in his arms flexed, fingers digging into the metal of her chair.

"Would you like to find out?" The invitation was soft, his voice barely above a whisper and electricity tingled the base of her spine at the thought that he was just affected by this as she was.

[yuzukimist]

Just wanted to let you guys know: the next installment in my Nyx time travel series is going to be slightly delayed! I should have it posted by the end of the day, but the current 503 error on ffnet is causing me some issues.

(Which might sound nonsensical, but I use ffnet as a midway point when I post to ao3 since it makes copying and pasting formatted text into the ao3 medium super easy/timesaving, which helps with posting when I don't have a lot of time in the mornings).

In any case, I'm heading to work now (and I won't have my laptop with me today) so you can expect the next drabble to be posted in, uh, 8 to 10 hours. 😅

[kohakuhime]

I'd love Come Together as smaller multichapters in their own collection (B)! ngl when I heard ff.net might shut down I hurried here to find out what would become of CT - it's the only thing on ffnet I still read lol!! glad to hear it'll still be around!

Ahhh I didn't see this, I'm so sorry for the delayed reply!!

I'll take that into consideration, friend!! I'm also so happy that "Come Together" is the one you keep coming back to.

I can't let that one go, honestly. There's a lot of love and care behind it. It saw me through every major life event, every transitional period of my life, and it's over twelve years of hard work. I've met some of my closest friends through that one story - I won't let it disappear, that's for sure. It may never have as many reviews or kudos on AO3, but there's too many wonderful memories I have of it to simply let FFN take it down with it.

[thefudge]

just dropping bye to mention holy shit prometheus??? david 8 x elizabeth shaw??? is fucking amazing. this is it. this is the holy culmination of all the fucked up & yet completely right, completely engrossing, complex shit of all time - i'm glad this thing was in 2012 so there's a fair amount of fic that's accumulated on ao34my delayed response to watching movies ass. i need fic rec. blog recs. every kind of rec. i need more. if you can't give any that's ok i just wanted to inform u of the glory

bahahaha hello friend, i remember those sweet sweet days of 2012, coming out of prometheus with a brand new aesthetic and ship. i was just getting the hang of tumblr but i think i have like one post back from the day about the ship. i used to loooove them. they’re one of those rare pairs that have ALL the best fic. like i don’t even have to rec you, read everything on ao3, 99% of it is masterful. personal favorite is a fic called “persephone”. oh, also try all of them beauties on ffnet. same quality. 

the fic writes itself because the dynamic is so rich and creepy and ambiguous and delicious, oh man. now you’re making me want to go back and read everything. (also, i know alien covenant kinda did them dirty and grrr, i choose not to treat it as canon) (like ok i know david admits he loved her, but then he killed her cuz god complex? pffffffff) 

[themikeymonster]

Hi! I've a couple atypical recs for Star Wars politcal world building themes. First by Vathara, "Shadows in Starlight" to my knowledge only on FFnet. It is a fusion style crossover with Rurouni Kenshin, not overtly political but it's presently there. Nothing specific but several of esama's StarWars fics are excellent with economics and world building. Drat I've forgotten which story had Anakin rattling off various Jedi's market value. I'm sure you read Reprise. Oh, check Paddyjuan's Panthers Cub

I hecking love esama’s work :> my absolute favorite is when old ben comes and lives with obi-wan on bandomeer!!!!!! Given esama, and the fact they’re currently writing fbawtft, it won’t be finished, but i love it so much. I think at one point I checked to see whatever SW fanfics they posted but I wasn’t as into the fandom at the time so I will check again thanks!

I have read reprise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I ALSO LOVE IT A LOT!! I hope the author is taking it easy since we expected a delay before part 3 but it’s already being posted and i lskjdfklsdfjs;lfjaf GOOD!! Elfpen is another good one about fleshing out the other characters. I am at times iffy about various things, but that falls to personal preference.

The rest of these are new to me, but I found them here

“Shadows in Starlight”

Paddyjuan’s Panthers Cub - which appears to be on a forum/message board and some links are broken

I’ll definitely look into the rest of those fics!!! If anyone knows what fic it was with Anakin listing Jedi market value, please link me up or give me googling hints