#Project Phoenix Chapter 5

[tianasficrecs168]

Random Naruto fics

I've given up sorting through and grouping things together. It is what it is. Which is a bunch of random ships and fics in a mixer.

Anyway, here it is:

A black dot • means it’s a one-shot

Brackets (…) means it's still being updated/not done/WIP – and I'm paying close attention to it

(000) -> disappeared off the internet (don't worry I have a copy shh)

(Pairing/Pairing+) -> Time travel or dimension hopping – something along those lines

A heart ♡ means it's focused on Sexy times (it's pure filth PWP, or like, a plot focused on getting to the porn part lol)

xwannaflyx: “Saving the World (but Mostly Yourself)” (Gai/Kakashi+) part of a series, one of three Kakashi's plan to save the world is something vaguely involving exposing Danzo's involvement in everything and stalking Orochimaru to make sure he can keep an eye on any potentially apocalyptic projects. His plan did NOT involve becoming the student of Orochimaru. (Also his plan kinda sucks and Sasuke may have had a point when he said he didn't have a plan.) (Realistically he didn't have much of a plan and thank god for Tsunade because both Kakashi and Orochimaru are a hot mess)

TJ_Dragonblade: - “Delayed (or, Why Kakashi Is Never On Time)” (Gai/Kakashi) ♡  • The real reason Kakashi's always showing up late.

Thehoundisdead: “I Was Born to Press My Head Between Your Shoulder Blades” (Gai/Kakashi) • “Ugh,” Kakashi sighs loud before turning quick and sharp in Guy’s grasp so they face each other, only to absolutely slam his face against Guy’s chest. If Guy were a lesser man it might hurt, but as is, he just laughs at his Rival’s antics, even as said rival curls his fist tight on Guy’s bare waist, “I’m trying to sleep, be quiet.” “But Kakashi,” Guy actually whispers this time, jaw moving against the top of Kakashi’s head, “You are in my bed.” Or, 5 times Kakashi fell asleep on Guy and one time Guy understood.

Forgetme: “Phoenix” (Gai/Kakashi) • Kakashi comes back to life. It takes a while. (takes place after chapter 450)

Aventria, iluxia: - “Hiding in the Leaves” (...) (general) last update: 2023 In another life, Orochimaru never leaves Konoha, opting to remain within the village that equally reveres and reviles him. Fighting a bitter battle against forces within the village that are more influential and well-positioned, he finds himself gifted with one last shining opportunity: three children, a team of genin, handed to him because Konoha has no better choice. Orochimaru agrees to become a jounin-sensei for the first and the last time, taking on the next generation's Team Seven: Uchiha Sasuke, Nara Shikamaru, and Uzumaki Naruto.

Chrononautical: - “An Unexpected Homecoming” (Kakashi/Minato+) The Reaper dies and those who were sealed alive are released.

Tozette: “Hit Me With Your Best Shot” (Sasuke/Sakura) • Sasuke is actually eighteen the first time he looks at Sakura and realizes abruptly that he wants her.

Sunshine_sparrow: - “With Nothing On My Tongue” (...) (Kakashi/Naruto) last update: 2023 Naruto realizes the ability of the Kage Bunshin the night after being attacked by Mizuki. At first he just wants to use them to help him train; then the true usefulness of the jutsu begins to reveal itself. Featuring baby badasses, Tank Team Seven, snarky dogs, a special guest appearance by Kakashi's Guilt Complex, and many, many fix-it cliches.

Grilled Cheesby: - “The Jikan Phenomenon” (...) (Sasuke/Kakashi+)         last update: 2020 The Jikan Phenomenon is something that the Uchiha rarely talk about. The sharingan and it's capabilities when it comes to space and time are largely unexplored. The sharingan has many techniques that, with enough training, the wielder can control. The Jikan Phenomenon is not one of them. 

Chespin: - “The Cessation of Panic“ (Sakura/Sasuke) • "There's a thing called a hospital," she starts. "I recognize that Orochimaru was mean to you and probably never took you to one, but they're wonderful things. You should go there. Now." Or: Five times Sasuke shows up injured on Sakura's doorstep.

CherFleur: “Tsundoku” (...) (Kakashi/OC) *discontinued, rewrite in progress, also has some unconnected fics within the same fic universe Hatake Kakashi had a problem. Some would argue that he has many problems but while they may be right, he's perfectly content ignoring them. And denial. He's very good at denial. Well, this time, technically he had three genin-shaped problems, but right now his most troublesome - ah, he can practically feel the Nara cringing - problem is a student so covered in scented lotion, shampoo, and soap that she could qualify as an implement of torture. This needed a kunoichi's touch. Preferably one without a team of her own, definitely not someone who would traumatize them even more... Ah ha. He's a genius. Yes, Nagisa Asuka will be perfect. Hopefully, she won't stab him when he asks. People often try to stab him. He wonders why.

Araceil: "Accidental Providence" (...) (Naruto/Neji) (000) deleted fic, but I still have the google doc saved An AU where Naruto graduated the first time he was at the academy and ends up on Gai's team with TenTen and Neji (in cannon he failed to graduate 3 times I think, and then after that the Mizuki thing happened) *obviously since the fic was deleted, I don't have the official summary, so my own will have to do

Wolfy Tales: - “I Found You Missing” (Kakashi/Sakura) •  'They're asking us because these soldiers have absolutely no one left to write home to' Sakura thought with a frown. So she signs up for the Shinobi Letter Exchange, not realizing how large the consequences would be.

Mx. Irony: - “Curiosity and the Copycat” (...) (Kakashi/OC)  last update: 2020 Hatake Kakashi had a routine of sorts: train, complete missions, visit the Memorial, and read Icha Icha Paradise. Then that routine was interrupted by a nosy, overly friendly civilian. 

Applecrumbledore: “Awful Wonderful” (Gai/Kakashi) •  Gai spoke at the reception that followed Kakashi's inauguration. “My eternal rival—it has been one of the premiere joys of my life to watch you transform from the curious, brooding youth whom I admired into the intelligent, powerful and truly kind man who sits before me today, whom I am proud to respect and adore.” He raised his sake cup and it looked comically small in his big hands. “To our Rokudaime.” Adore. Kakashi turned the word over and over again in his head and tried to remember if Gai had said it before in all his flowery language about friendship. He couldn't.

Blackkat: - “Backslide” (Naruto/Kakashi+)  Naruto’s friends are gone, his lover is dying, Konoha is destroyed, and Madara’s second return has pushed the entire world to the brink. Hunted and harried, Naruto is sent back in time to upend Madara’s plan before it even starts, and sets about changing everything. Butterfly effect nothing: the world is at stake, and Naruto is hardly about to let it fall to ruin once more. Not while he’s still breathing.

Ideaoforder: - “Roots and Wings” (Kakashi/Iruka)  When Naruto is kidnapped from his orphanage at age three, Kakashi is so done with this shit. He gets Naruto back, tells the Hokage where to go (politely, because he isn't suicidal), and raises the boy himself. Or, you know, tries and is proud when there aren't too many explosions. Then everybody starts to copy him and it's a whole thing.

Flialinginlove: - “The Bingo Book” (Kakashi/Iruka)  Kakashi avoided relationships. He didn't want to put others in danger. So he couldn't understand why there was a face staring back at him, as a sub-entry to his own, in this Bingo Book. Umino Iruka (lover) the caption read. It didn't matter that it wasn't true. The Book was fact, and to Kakashi's enemies, Iruka had just become a weakness they could exploit.

Flialinginlove: “Interested” (Kakashi/Iruka) •  Iruka sees Kakashi without his mask and suddenly seems a lot more interested in him than he's ever been before.

Flialinginlove: “Catching Lightning in a Bottle” (Kakashi/Iruka)♡  Iruka gets a little more than he bargained for when he summons his first demon.

Flialinginlove: “Scent and Sensibility” (Kakashi/Iruka)  In a world where most people identify their mates by scent the first time they meet, Kakashi and Iruka take a more scenic route. Or, the one where Iruka does an excellent job of hiding the fact that he is an omega, right up until he gets stuck in a cave with Kakashi. (A/B/O dynamics but without mpreg, dub-con, and rivers of gushing fluids, also trying to avoid overly stereotyped gender roles.)

Flialinginlove: Maldoror_gw: - “Spring Fever” (Kakashi/Iruka) •  *this one doesn't have a summary. which irritates me. and I can't be bothered writing one for it, that's just insulting. read it if u want, I remember liking it

 

Flialinginlove: “The Perfect Trap” (Kakashi/Iruka) •  *this one doesn't have a summary either. why.

[witchhkitty222]

Built for Pink (mini series)

Tony Stark x reader

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 - Project Pink Phoenix

summary: Tony Stark is absolutely, obsessively gone for his younger, teasing girlfriend — and everyone around him knows it. When Pepper confronts him about their relationship, Tony makes it clear just how serious he is. Meanwhile, Y/n can’t stop teasing him, wearing short skirts, pink socks, and nothing underneath. Between public teasing, risky lab sex, and nearly getting caught, their dynamic explodes into filthy chaos. But underneath it all, Tony’s planning something more permanent… a custom pink Iron Suit and a confession that might change everything.

warnings: 18+ sexual content / explicit smut, oral (fem-receiving and male-receiving), public/risky sex, mild degradation + possessive dirty talk, mild praise kink, teasing/brat behavior, language (strong swearing, graphic dialogue).

wordcount: 2.3k

Pepper cornered him in the hallway.

Tony had Y/n’s pink phone in his hand — she’d left it in the lab again — and he was half-distracted, smiling to himself as he texted her from his own phone.

Come get your toy, baby.

Or maybe I’ll come find you instead.

When Pepper’s voice cut through, sharp and cold, Tony sighed.

"Tony. We need to talk."

He turned lazily toward her, raising an eyebrow.

"About?"

She gave him a look — that disapproving mom look she reserved for special occasions.

"About her," Pepper snapped, glancing toward the hallway Y/n had disappeared down, wearing one of Tony’s hoodies and nothing but those tiny pink socks.

Tony smirked.

"My girl? Yeah. We can talk about her."

"She's a child, Tony," Pepper hissed. "You're twice her age. More! You can't seriously be—"

"I'm serious about everything when it comes to her," Tony cut her off, voice suddenly hard.

Pepper blinked, thrown.

Tony stepped closer, towering over her, his whole body tense and sharp.

"You think I'm gonna let some college boy who can't even find the clit touch her?" he said lowly. "You think I'm gonna let anyone else teach her how she deserves to be loved?"

Pepper gaped at him.

Tony smiled, slow and dangerous.

"Y/n  ’s mine," he said simply. "In every way that matters."

And then he turned on his heel and walked away, still holding her pink phone, texting her again:

Pink socks. Hoodies. Little smiles. Gonna fuck you stupid if you keep looking that cute around here.

Meanwhile, Y/n was doing exactly what she loved doing best.

Teasing him.

She was perched on the arm of the big leather couch in the lounge, nibbling on a pencil, her legs swinging.

Wearing tiny pink shorts — the kind that barely covered anything — and a cropped white top that showed off the curve of her waist.

Tony spotted her the second he walked into the room — and almost groaned out loud.

She looked like a dream. A wet fucking dream.

Pink socks pulled up to her thighs. Loose curls falling down her back. Bouncing her legs mindlessly, swinging them back and forth, the shorts riding higher with every movement.

And worst of all — she was pretending she didn’t notice him staring.

Fucking little tease.

Tony prowled toward her, hands in his pockets.

Y/n glanced up, giving him the sweetest, most innocent look — the look she knew drove him absolutely feral.

"Hey, Mr. Stark," she chirped, voice sing-song and playful.

Tony stopped in front of her, towering over her.

"You’re doing it on purpose now," he said lowly.

"Doing what?" she asked, all wide-eyed.

He leaned down, so close his breath brushed her lips.

"Being a fucking brat."

She smiled, slow and devilish.

"Maybe."

Tony grabbed her chin gently, tilting her head up.

"You have no idea what you’re asking for, sweetheart."

Her thighs pressed together instinctively — and fuck, he saw it.

Tony leaned closer, whispering filth against her ear:

"Pink socks, tiny shorts, sitting there acting like you don't want me to bend you over the couch and fuck you full again. You think I won't?"

Y/n whimpered, barely audible, and Tony smiled darkly.

"That’s what I thought."

He yanked her up, lifting her effortlessly and pressing her against the wall, out of sight from the main hallway but still dangerously close.

One hand under her ass, the other gripping the back of her neck.

"You like teasing your Sir like this?" he growled, rolling his hips against hers, letting her feel exactly how hard he was.

"Y-Yes, Mr. Stark," she gasped, panting.

"Good," he murmured. "Because now you’re gonna pay for it."

He kissed her hard, filthy and deep, grinding against her helplessly.

No one could see them — but it was close. Too close.

And fuck, that only made it hotter.

Tony didn’t fuck her there — not yet.

He wanted her squirming. He wanted her desperate.

He set her down slowly, smirking at her flushed cheeks and trembling thighs.

"Go back to the lab, baby," he murmured against her lips. "I'll deal with you later."

Y/n whimpered, nodding dumbly.

And Tony watched her go, biting his lip to hold back a groan as her ass bounced with every step.

From across the hall, Happy watched the whole thing, nudging Pepper.

Pepper looked like she was about to combust.

"I told you," Happy muttered. "Fucked."

Pepper just glared, speechless.

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The text came just after Y/n finished her coffee.

➔ Lab. Now. Wear pink. ➔ No panties.

She bit her lip, grinning, already feeling heat pooling low in her belly.

Her pink skirt was barely acceptable for public — short enough that if she bent wrong, Tony would get exactly what he wanted.

Perfect.

She left her room with nothing underneath but a wicked smirk.

When she arrived, Tony was already waiting.

Sitting lazily in a chair by the workbench, arms spread wide, black tee shirt stretched over his chest.

His eyes dragged up and down her body — slow, heavy, possessive.

“Good girl," he murmured.

Y/n smiled sweetly, walking up and pretending to be innocent as she leaned over the table to grab a wrench.

The skirt lifted, flashing him a perfect view.

Tony growled low in his throat.

"You're gonna be the fucking death of me, baby."

He grabbed her in a flash — spinning her around, lifting her onto the worktable.

"Look at you," he rasped, pushing the skirt up. "Fucking dripping, and I haven’t even touched you."

He pressed two fingers against her slick heat, grinning when she gasped.

"Who’s this wet for, princess?" he teased, voice rough.

"You, Mr. Stark," she whimpered.

Tony groaned — fuck, he loved hearing that.

"Say it again."

"You, Mr. Stark," she moaned, louder.

He shoved his fingers deep, fucking her open, messy and rough.

"You’re fucking mine," he muttered against her mouth. "Gonna fuck you so full everyone’s gonna smell me on you."

Tony bent her over the table, tearing open a condom with his teeth.

"Hold on tight, baby," he growled.

And then he was inside her — deep, brutal, messy.

Y/n cried out, clawing at the table as he pounded into her, hips snapping sharp.

Filthy wet sounds echoed off the walls. Tony didn't hold back — hands bruising on her hips, hair twisted around his fist.

"Such a good fucking girl," he panted. "Taking me so good, baby."

Every thrust made her whimper, made her knees tremble.

"You were made for me," Tony growled. "No fucking college boy could ever fuck you like this. Only me. Only Mr. Stark."

"Only you," she gasped.

"That's my girl."

JARVIS’ voice cut through suddenly:

➔ "Sir, Ms. Potts and Colonel Rhodes are approaching the lab."

Tony cursed, pulling out of her with a filthy wet pop.

"Under the desk, baby," he ordered.

Y/n scrambled under, cheeks flushed, thighs soaked.

Tony barely had time to tug his pants halfway up when Pepper and Rhodey strode into the room.

"Tony," Pepper snapped, all cold fury. "We need to talk."

Rhodey just looked tired.

Tony forced a lazy smirk.

"Talk away, Pep. I'm all ears."

Under the desk, Y/n was already working him back to full hardness.

Her small hands stroking him, mouth trailing kisses up his cock.

Tony struggled to keep a straight face.

Pepper ranted — something about responsibility, about public image — but Tony barely heard her.

All he could focus on was Y/n  ’s hot little mouth wrapping around him, bobbing slow, sloppy, messy.

He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning.

Rhodey gave him a weird look.

"You good, man?" Rhodey asked.

Tony smiled thinly.

"Never better."

It didn’t take long — Y/n sucked him until he exploded down her throat, trying so hard to stay quiet but failing, a low groan slipping out.

She swallowed everything, licking him clean.

By the time Pepper and Rhodey left — Pepper looking furious, Rhodey just shaking his head — Tony dragged Y/n out from under the desk and lifted her onto the table again.

"You’re such a bad fucking girl," he growled.

"You love it," she whispered, giggling.

"I do," he admitted, kissing her hard.

after:

He cleaned her up gently — soft kisses on her thighs, whispering filthy praise the whole time.

"My girl," he murmured. "My good girl."

Y/n smiled sleepily, cuddling into his chest.

And while she dozed lightly, Tony sat there, stroking her hair, thinking.

Thinking about how she was too good for this world. Too good for him. And how he wanted to make sure she never left.

later that night:

In his private workshop, Tony opened a secret file on his holographic screens.

➔ Project Pink Phoenix.

A custom Iron Suit — light, sleek, agile.

Painted in shimmering metallic pink. Built just for her.

He smiled to himself, heart thudding.

She’s gonna lose her fucking mind.

And when he gave it to her — he already knew exactly what he was gonna say.

Not just "here’s your suit." Not just "you're mine."

But:

"Be my girlfriend officially, baby. Be my everything."

Chapter 7

[daddywright]

The poll has spoken... and therefore, without too much ado, I present chapter five, part one of 'it never rains'. Almost exactly a year after my last installment! And with this, we've broken through the 100k word count! Thanks so much, everyone, for waiting around on me. i hope you enjoy it. <3

chapter excerpt:

“Daddy.” Trucy’s voice comes, worried, from the living room, and Miles watches Phoenix fumble with the gas, muttering curses. “Yeah, sweetie, I’ve got it, nothing’s ruined—” “Daddy, ” Trucy says again, but there’s no relief in it. “Papa. I think you need to see this.” They both frown, glancing at one another. Phoenix shuts off the stove, and they abandon the kitchen for the living room, the sound of a newscast filling Miles’s ears as they draw close. “Truce?” “Daddy,” Trucy says, turning from the TV. Her face is pale, ringing alarm bells in his mind. “Something bad happened downtown. I saw people talking about it online and turned on the news and...” Miles turns to the television, the reporter’s voice increasing as Trucy dials up the volume. A reporter, standing in front of what looks like the GYAXA center downtown, above the headline at the bottom of the screen— TRAGEDY AT COSMOS SPACE CENTER.

[marvelstoriesepic]

WIP game

rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell us about it.

Thank you for tagging me, my lovely @writing-for-marvel !! 💖💐 (I know I took my time to make this, I apologize)

I've done this before, but since my wips have evolved quite a bit, I guess I will take this chance to make a fresh one. Some of those wips already have titles, but most are currently unnamed - I tend to title them after I'm finished writing. As I don’t feel like giving them a random name I surely would just end up changing anyway, I'm going to add a short description or hint to each untitled work, so you’ll have a better idea of what’s it about and hopefully find something that catches your eye. There is no meaning to the order in which they are listed.

Every story will - of course, because it’s me - feature Bucky Barnes, and I will be adding the specific pairings. Your input means a lot to me, and honestly, I could really use this to help me get a sense of what you are most excited for!

(Divider by @saradika-graphics ♡)

• Untitled [Roommate!Bucky x Reader] (Alpine)

• Untitled [Pirate!Bucky x Fairy!Reader] (Peter Pan/Tinkerbell au)

• Breaking Chains (5) [Biker!Bucky x Reader]

• Hallucinations [Avenger!Bucky x Enhanced!Avenger!Reader]

• Billions [Modern!Bucky x College!Waitress!Reader]

• Untitled [Boyfriend!Bucky x Reader] (drunk Reader)

• Untitled [College!Athlete!Bucky x Reader] (camping, scared reader)

• Beyond the Horizon [Sailor!Bucky x Reader]

• Rumor has it [Modern!Bucky x College!Reader]

• Untitled [Avenger!Bucky! Avenger!Reader] (different universes)

• Bridge to your world [Fisherman!Bucky x Mermaid!Reader]

• Untitled [Fairy!Bucky x Fairy!Reader] (Request)

• Untitled [Boxer!Bucky x Stark!Reader] (Tony owns a gym/Modern)

• Untitled [College!Athlete!Bucky x College!Reader] (Series/annoyance to lovers)

• Humiliation (part 2) [College!Bucky x College!Reader]

• Untiled [Avenger!Bucky x Enhanced!Avenger!Reader] (Winter Soldier/ Code words)

• Untitled [Mercenary!Bucky x Princess!Reader] (bonus chapter for like a Phoenix)

• Untitled [CW!Bucky x Fugitive!Reader] (Wakanda)

These works are all in different stages of development. Some are more fully formed than others, so I can provide more detail for certain projects than for others.

Also, I am entirely unpredictable and kinda unreliable when it comes to WIPs because I oftentimes just drop ideas I had for a story and end up starting to write something completely random that pops into my head.

But anyway, I hope something here piques your curiosity ♡

[harpersdragons]

Theft in the Family...By Jason Todd, CHapter 5!

Finally finals are over and my self imposed writing ban is lifted, so enjoy the longer than usual chapter!

I'm not even a little sorry about the cliff hanger

Jason knows they aren’t safe where they are, he should probably move safehouses every day.

But—

But Damian slept most of the next day, only waking up briefly to eat and let Jason check his head wound. It made sense he would be tired, yesterday was stressful and he’s injured. Jason doesn’t want to wake him up just to take another convoluted route to another safehouse.

Hell, he doesn’t even have that many safehouses to burn!

He can’t keep using Bruce’s, someone will catch on, and Jason doesn’t believe for a second he could actually outsmart Bruce’s system, or Barbara when Bruce inevitably gets her to check it.

There’s not a lot of food, since Bruce only keeps these safehouses stocked with emergency rations, there’s no perishables and barely any dishes.

He’ll probably need to make a grocery run soon, but he really doesn’t want to wake the kid. Besides, it’ll have hit the news by now that Bruce’s newest son is missing, and leaving will just draw attention to them. He can’t go out as Phoenix, Damian can’t go out as himself.

Seems like there’s only one solution.

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Bruce nearly collapses onto the couch in the middle of Phoenix’s apartment, the photo of his son and Talia clutched in his hand.

The apartment had been vacated by the time they got there, with no clues as to where they had gone next.

Damian’s probably 3 or 4 in the picture, grinning wildly at his mother.

He can’t lose another son.

He’s only known Damian for a few weeks, but he can’t lose him.

“C’mon, B, we gotta get out of here.” Dick pulls him off the couch and leads him towards the door. “We’ll get Dames back, but that won’t happen if you just sit here.”

He lets Dick lead him out, TIm following shortly after.

When they all pile into one of Bruce’s cars, Tim speaks up. “So…I may have planted a few bugs.”

“Tim—”

“Hear me out. We didn’t take anything, we left something. Ergo, it’s not illegal. I connected them to Babs’ system.”

“That’s not how the law works.” Dick facepalms.

"We're literally vigilantes! We break the law all the time, is this really the hill you want to die on?"

Bruce lets the boys’ bickering fade into the background.

He doesn’t remember the drive home.

He does remember the pounding his chest.

He remembers the spike of panic in his chest

What if they don’t find Damian?

Or worse, what if they do, but he chooses to stay with Phoenix?

Dick had mentioned he asked to go with the crime lord.

He can’t lose another son

He can’t be too late

Alfred makes them all go up to bed as soon as they get home (they may have been out all night searching Gotham), despite their protests.

A few hours later, after his short nap, Bruce makes his way down to the cave.

He pulls Tim’s mask footage, replaying the interaction between him and Phoenix without audio. He can still tell what’s going on pretty easily. As soon as Tim lands on the scene, Phoenix shifts to put his body between Tim and Damian.

At some point, when Bruce can only assume Tim is demanding the crime lord hand Damian over, Phoenix protectively tucks Damian further into his cape.

His youngest son looks sluggish almost, barely moving through the whole interaction. Dick had mentioned that, but seeing it was another story. It’s entirely different from how he’s been acting, even when Damian was exhausted, he never showed it.

Bruce flips through the footage over and over again, frame by frame.

He analyzes Phoenix’s posture, the way he effortlessly cradles Damian.

Eventually, he turns on the audio and lets it play through at his normal speed.

All seemed normal, until—

Until he could just barely pick up Damian’s sleepy voice.

“Incoming, Akhi.” Damian’s words are slurred, and his head barely shifts, but his eyes are trained in one direction.

Bruce stills, replaying the moment in hopes he’ll hear something different.

It’s not different, he didn’t hear wrong.

Akhi.

Not only does Damian know his kidnapper, he apparently asked to be taken (according to Phoenix, anyway, Bruce isn’t entirely sure how much he trusts that), he’s close to his kidnapper.

Close enough to call him brother.

Bruce has already had his suspicions, but this just confirms it.

The league has his son.

Again.

And if Damian is close enough to Phoenix to call him brother, Bruce may not get him back.

He can’t lose another son.

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Jason waits until it’s well after dark to enact his plan.

The Bats will surely be on patrol, scouring the city for Damian, but as long as he doesn’t wear his gear, they shouldn’t look twice at him.

He just needs to run into Crime Alley and grab his and Damian’s old League gear (don’t ask him why he has it, Talia shoved a bag into his hands and said not to ask questions).

It should be simple, but if he’s not in gear he can’t grapple across the city—even if he did, it would take hours—so, he needs a car.

And he knows just how to get one.

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Dick is perfectly fine.

No really, he is.

He’s used to his brothers going missing.

He’s used to hostage situations, kidnappings, attempted murders.

All part of the job.

Hell, that’s part of life as a high profile celebrity.

So Dick is 100% fine. He can deal.

He’s definitely not driving himself insane looking for his baby brother, who is currently being held captive by a crime lord and possible league assassin.

They’ve been working in shifts to find him, starting after Alfred forced them to take a nap. Currently it’s Tim, Steph, and Cass’ turn to scour the city. He and Bruce took the late afternoon shift, right after they woke up and ate enough to satisfy Alfred.

Bruce is manning the comms, technically still “resting”, and Dick is definitely not pacing the cave.

He’s pacing the manor, instead.

A few backflips later, and Alfred banned him from the manor until he’s burned off his restless energy.

Although, he’s still banned from patrolling until the current vigilantes come back.

Bruce is sitting just where Dick left him, glaring at the Batcomputer.

Dick comes to a stop in the middle of the cave, staring at the wall.

“Do you think, maybe we should call the Justice League in for this?” He calls, not bothering to look at Bruce.

“Hn.” Bruce grunts in response, as articulate as ever.

“I mean, after what happened the last time one of us was taken by a crime lord…”

“Dick.”

“I’m just saying! We need to find him, B, and the Justice League, or at least Superman, would probably be helpful!”

“Barbara called the Birds of Prey. That’s enough people searching for him.”

Dick whirls around, stalking towards the computer. “Do you even care? Because it doesn’t seem like you do. I mean, I know he was only here for a couple of weeks, but c’mon Bruce! He’s your son! You’ve barely spent time with him, and now you don’t even seem to care that he was taken!”

“Of course I care, Dick, he’s my son. I’m doing everything I can to find him.”

“Not everything.” Dick scoffs—though he grabs a cookie from the tray on the desk— and spins on his heel again, heading towards the training area. He has some acrobatic equipment there, and flying should burn off this energy.

Bruce must have looked up to see where he was going, or maybe to continue their argument, because he calls out, “Safety net, Dick.”

“Fuck off.”

“Richard.”

Dick waves a hand over his shoulder, disappearing into the sectioned off training area.

He makes sure his safety net is set up properly (not because Bruce told him to, but he’s not an idiot) before climbing to the platform.

He leaps, grabbing the trapeze bar, then twisting and hooking his legs. He lets himself dangle upside down for several moments, the bar swinging back and forth, before he rights himself and builds momentum to jump to the next bar.

He loses track of time going through a simple routine.

He leaps and flips through the air, hangs upside down, does handstands on the bar.

And still, the buzzing, restless energy is there.

Usually trapeze settles him, the freefall and head rush from being upside calms something in him, in a way not much else can.

But this time it didn’t work.

He makes his way back over to the platform, landing in a salute on instinct. He cocks his head in thought, learning a new skill could focus him enough to burn off the extra energy.

He’s been wanting to learn aerial silks, and they have the supplies to do it.

Bruce had bought all kinds of equipment when Dick moved in, he wasn’t quite sure what Dick would want to practice on when he was younger.

He’s seen aerial silk performances, watched videos on how to do beginner moves. He’s fairly confident he can figure this out.

With a plan in mind, he sets about taking down the trapezes, unclipping them and letting them fall to the safety net below. Once that’s done, he unclips the net itself, as it’s not necessary for the silks. He can practice pretty low to the ground, besides, they have thick mats on the ground for a reason.

He checks the silks themselves and makes sure they’re still sturdy, then goes about securing them.

Finally ready to begin, he thinks through the motions he’d seen people do in the videos.

…and when he tries them he promptly falls on his face.

Again

And again

And again

Just as he thinks he’s finally starting to get the basic locks, the alarm rings through the cave.

Dick untangles himself from the silks (if he gets more tangled in the process, that’s between him and the empty room) and jogs out of the training area. He can just barely see Bruce disappearing up the stairs.

So not a bat emergency.

...Probably

He glances between the stairs and the computer, ultimately deciding to see whatever triggered the lock down procedure.

No use barging upstairs completely unprepared for whatever situation is there.

On the computer, security footage is frozen on a single frame.

A man, dressed in cargo pants and an oversized hoodie (impressive, considering the man is close to Bruce’s size), with dark hair and a startlingly white streak falling over his forehead.

Part of his face is obscured by a domino mask, and clearly a good quality one at that.

He’s standing in front of the Murcielago, flipping off the camera, and a wild grin splits his face.

There’s a stack of tires in the corner behind him, tire iron gripped in the hand not flipping the camera off.

The weird thing is (even weirder that is), the footage is dated to 2 hours ago.

That shouldn’t be possible.

Bruce has an absurd amount of alarms and sensors all around the manor, it should have alerted the second it picked up on an unrecognized presence.

Dick rushes upstairs to the garage, and he finds Bruce standing in an empty parking spot. There’s keys scattered on the ground, the board that usually holds them has been tossed carelessly across the floor. Most of the cars are untouched, except for the missing one and the Murcielago. It’s missing its tires, but the thief didn’t actually take them. They’re stacked up on the wall behind the car, just like they appeared on the footage.

Bruce isn’t even looking at his car though, focused solely on the missing one.

Dick catalogs the cars present, running them against the ones he knew should be there.

Jason’s car.

The thief stole the car Bruce meant to give to Jason for his 16th birthday.

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Just before Jason steps out the door to “his” (Bruce’s) safehouse, grapple hooked on his belt (you think he’s walking all the way to the manor? Fuck no. the safehouse is close, but not that close), the lights flicker, and a speaker crackles.

Jason freezes, eyes flicking over to Damian’s sleeping form.

The kid didn’t stir, and nothing else seems out of place.

His hand creeps over to the gun strapped to his thigh, before a voice filters through the speaker.

“Jason Peter Todd!” A familiar voice shouts.

Barbara. Of course.

He’d foolishly assumed she’d left Gotham, or was otherwise out of the vigilante game.

Nope.

She’d just moved to behind the scenes.

“...Are we gonna have a problem, Barbie?”

“Oh, we already have a problem. Multiple of them, actually.”

“Right. Could we discuss this later? I have shit to do.”

“Nope. Sit your ass down.” Her voice is still too loud, he can see Damian start to shift in his sleep.

“Only if you lower the voice. If you wake Damian up, we’re gonna have a whole separate problem.”

“Is that seriously your only concern?” Despite the disdain dripping from her voice, she does speak softer.

Jason sits on the couch, fiddling with the blanket covering Damian.

“The kid’s got a concussion, it’s much more pleasant for us all if he sleeps it off.”

“Fine.” She pauses, taking a breath before continuing, “Why didn’t you tell anyone you were alive?”

“What, you mean when I came back? Or when I woke up.”

“Either, both. We would have helped you, Jason.”

“Well, Talia picked me up, and I didn’t really have a way to contact you. Nor did I want to. When I came back, I told Alfred when I dropped the kid off. No one else needed to know.”

“Jay…”

“I’m doing perfectly fine on my own, Barbie. I don’t need your pity.” He stands, heading for the door. “If that’s all, I have shit to do.”

“Sit back down, I’m not done.”

“Well hurry up, then.”

“Why did you take Damian?”

“Y’mean besides the fact he asked me to?” Jason shrugs, “I missed the kid, Bruce clearly isn’t paying enough attention to him. My kid, my rules.”

“He’s not your kid, though.”

“May as well be.”

Damian wakes up, then, “Akhi?” The word slurs sleepily, and something in Jason softens.

“Hey, Habibi.” He strides back over to the couch. “How’s your head feeling?”

Damian shrugs, reaching for him.

“Well that’s descriptive, Princeling.” Jason obliges him, scooping the kid up and settling him on his hip. “Y’hungry? You slept through dinner.” There’s not much here, but he found some cans of soup.

He distantly hears Barbara coo through the speaker, and flips off the room behind him. There’s a camera somewhere, she’ll get the message.

Damian shakes his head before resting it on Jason’s shoulder.

“Well ya gotta eat somethin’, kid.”

“Clearly you two are fine. Want some help with whatever plan you have concocted?” Babs speaks again.

Jason smirks, carrying Damian to the kitchen and setting him in a chair. “Wanna help me fuck with Bruce?”

“...That depends. What’s the plan?”

“I need an agreement you won’t rat me out to the old man. I don’t want him to know where I am, or that I’m alive.”

“I’ll agree, on the condition you tell him eventually. And that you return Damian or work out a custody agreement.”

“Barbie...you know he doesn't want me there. It's better for all involved if he doesn't know I'm alive."

"I have no clue where you got that stupid ass idea," He can hear her digh on the other line, "Problem for another day. If you want my help, I need you to agree to my terms."

"...Fine. Deal.” Jason is not pouting. He's above that.

“Ok then. What’s the plan?”

Jason talks her through the plan, and where she would come in while he ladles some soup into a bowl for Damian. He can’t completely overwrite the security system, or loop it like she can.

Once he has Babs’ agreement, and Damian is fed (and quickly falling back asleep), Jason gets ready to head out again.

“Ok, Dames, I have to go out for a bit. I should be back in about an hour and a half, two hours tops. Will you be ok on your own?”

Damian just nods his agreement, and Jason takes him back to the bedroom to sleep some more.

Once he’s thrown on a domino mask, dark oversized hoodie and cargo pants, Babs hacks his phone and puts her number in it, along with a message.

You can enter as normal, your access was never erased. I’ll cover your tracks, loop the cameras, and make sure you don’t trigger the sensors.

Jason smirks, and begins the journey towards Wayne Manor.

He’s lost some time due to Barbara’s delay, but hopefully he’ll still be able to get through his plan.

Once he finally arrives at the gate, he enters his code and watches as the buzzer turns green, the gates opening slowly.

Jason grins, and makes his way towards the manor.

His original goal was just to take a car, but now that he’s here…

May as well have more fun than that.

First stop: Bruce’s bedroom.

He needs to get his baby brother’s book back.

He still can’t believe Bruce took that from him, he never once took Jason’s books when he was younger, but the one time Damian is reading one of Jason’s books, there’s a problem.

No matter, Jason will just steal his book back.

Thankfully, the tree he always used to sneak in and out (usually unsuccessfully, but only due to the sensors in the yard. This time, he has Barbara covering for him) is still there, and he’s able to scale it and make his way into his old bedroom.

From there, it’s easy to make it down the hall without being seen.

He cracks the door quietly, resolutely not thinking about how familiar the action is, from all the times he’d sought comfort from Bruce at night.

He doesn’t get that anymore.

He never will, and he’s accepted that.

…hasn’t he?

Jason shakes the thoughts off as he crosses the threshold of the room.

The book is pretty easy to find, it’s just sitting on Bruce’s nightstand.

Jason grabs it, taking a second to read some of his old annotations.

Bruce’s bed is as comfortable as Jason remembers, and it’s a battle to stand up and walk out.

Maybe he could come home?

The Bruce he remembered would welcome him.

But—

I’m not your father. I don’t have time for your teenage rebellion

No.

Jason doesn’t need him.

He’s here for a reason, anyway.

Shaking his head to clear the thoughts, Jason forces himself to leave the room, to leave his fath-- Bruce behind.

It’s a bit more risky to get to the garage, he has to stay in the open a lot longer than the short path from his old room to Bruce’s. If he miscalculated, or just spent too long talking with Barbara, and the bats are already back from patrol, he could get caught.

He forces himself to walk slowly, paying attention to make sure there is no one around the corners.

All his caution is futile though, as he passes Bruce’s study, Alfred appears in his path. Both of them freeze, and Jason opens his mouth to stay something. His jaw snaps shut at a raised eyebrow from him, and Alfred extends a tray full of various snacks towards him.

Jason tentatively snags a cookie off the tray and starts walking past him. Alfred nods once, and continues into the study.

The rest of the way to the garage is clear, thankfully.

Jason tucks the book into a pocket in his cargo pants—thankfully this copy is a small paperback, not the larger hardback like the first edition in the library—and heads over to the wall of keys.

The choice is pretty easy, he wants to fuck with Bruce as much as possible.

He grabs the keys for the red Toyota Camry, specifically the car Bruce was set to give Jason for his 16th birthday. The car they picked out together.

He pockets the keys, and just before he’s about to turn and leave, an idea strikes him. A small smirk spreads across his face, as he grabs the edge of the boarding holding the keys, and tosses it across the ground. The keys scatter, like intended.

With that handled, there’s only one more thing he needs to do before heading back to Damian.

He finds a tire iron in a nearby tool cabinet, and spins it casually as he walks towards Bruce’s favorite car: the Lamborghini Murcielago.

Because of course the fucker had to go with a car that means bat in spanish.

Jackass.

For an expensive car, the tires are pretty easy to steal. Bruce should work on that, you’d think he learned after a little punk stole his tires the first time.

He gets the tires off quickly, and rolls them to the side.

He grins, turning to one of the cameras in the garage, and flips it off.

Dropping the tire iron to the ground, he heads back to the camry.

He has a kid to get back to.

By the time Jason is pulling up to the safehouse again, Babs has dealt with covering his tracks and sending the footage to Bruce.

The sky is starting to lighten, the sun not quite rising yet.

There’s a bag of food sitting on the front step, and he scoops that up on his way in. He sets it on the counter and peels his domino mask off, then pulls Pride and Prejudice out of his pocket.

He runs his fingers through his hair as he heads to the bedroom to check on Damian, exhaustion weighing on him.

Only, when he opens the door, Damian is nowhere to be found.

The sheets are rumpled, there’s an indent on the pillow where Damian was sleeping.

But the kid is nowhere in sight.

Jason’s heart drops, chest constricting as he tears through the rest of the house.

There’s not much ground to cover, but the conclusion is the same.

Damian is gone.

[lonelyloverz]

servamp spoiler about mahiru’s secret:

now that i’m thinking about it, it’s kinda crazy that akira pulled off mahiru’s revival is it not? it took villages to revive the servamps and they still didn’t turn out human so how did mahiru come back as a human with the price being just akira? am i missing something?

like the more i think about it the more i feel like its such a shame that this was revealed at the very end of the series + it’s used for mahiru to briefly fall back on the “it should be me” trope that he had gotten over with in london. i genuinely think the tooru cliffhanger was unnecessary. tanaka shouldve let him tell mahiru, have the call come immediately after the reveal, it gets forgotten in the midst of confronting tsubaki, the whole london shenanigan happens, he reveals that he doesn’t mind being the sacrifice because he’s died once, him and kuro can bond over their fucked up reincarnation and boom the story moves on

this way the reveal could’ve been a little more impactful and could’ve been an even angstier reason to mahiru’s self sabotage

i remember there were some theories floating around that he’s a phoenix or had some ties to saint germain and stuff but that all went down. had the secret been revealed earlier in the story we could’ve gotten so much more background about mahiru and akira, i was so hyped for her and her relationship w touma. the last time mahiru went thru major character development is the london arc and he’s the mc for gods sake 😭

i want to preface this by saying i absolutely love this series and i have been loyally reading the raws the day they come out every single month for the past 5 years, but i think servamp fell off after c3 arc and then got better for a little bit in london arc🫣 obviously i am very kuromahi pilled so this is a very biased !opinion!

and yall, ik this is going to make me look stupid asl but i genuinely don’t understand mikuni’s obsession with misono. i swear i read those chapters like 5 times but my brain just can’t comprehend it. maybe i should try reading the english translations for once because clearly im not understanding the japanese version

anyways i hope tanaka sensei takes a nice break now that she finished this decade long series. maybe she has another manga series in mind, i wouldn’t mind her going back to her bl roots either (if anyone knows where i can find all of them please tell me, i found some a couple of year ago under her other name tanaka ball but only snippets so pls help a girly out 🙏) oh and idk how well known this is in the fandom but tanaka sensei is a fan of kagerou project and has drawn a couple of oneshots for anthologies in which a certain character acts and is drawn like a certain blondie, which i think some of you crazy fans might appreciate

anyways rant over

toodles

[smootnytechnik]

Canary's thrill, the first to kill - chapter 5 (fragment)

A bit of a surprise chapter, I didn't expect that I'd be able to squeeze it in! Next one comes out after the next episode releases

Jimmy looked at Scott with a confused expression. Seeing his friend made his heartbeat faster for just a second - and the feeling was mutual, most likely. Scott stared at the phoenix, clearly enamored by his new form. He already found Jimmy quite attractive, but this was a new high.

"Oh, do we have anything to talk about, Grian?" Scar teased with a cheeky smile, but was met with Grian's serious expression.

"Yes, we do" he huffed.

In the meantime, Scott approached the tree on which Jimmy was sitting. The blond man flew down and landed in front of his friend. He put on a smile, but together with his rosy red eyes, it gave him more of an intimidating look. Not as if Scott minded that.

"Wow, Jim, you... You look... Good" he stuttered. Jimmy chuckled, his lesser wings opening a bit.

"Well, thank you!" he responded and leaned on the tree, trying to get down to Scott's eye level. "What can I do for ya, bud?"

"So, uh, I mostly just wanted to check up on you... I missed you, to be honest" the Watcher smiled and reached out his hand. "Sit down will me, will ya?"

"Sure... Actually, can you help me? I need to preen my wings... They take more effort now that the feathers grew back" he admitted with a silly smile and grabbed the blue-haired man's hand, then sat down on the ground. Scott nodded and joined him on the ground.

"Of course... I think I still remember how to do it" Scott smiled.

[impyssadobsessions]

Phoenix Down- Chapter 5 Haunting Lie

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: Gen Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Danny Phantom

Relationship: Danny Fenton & Dick Grayson

Characters: Dick Grayson Danny Fenton Bruce Wayne Batfam - Character Damian Wayne

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort Angst Trauma Family Found Family but with a twist will deal with previous trauma Past Rape/Non-con Secret Child Time Travel Art dpxdc Parent Dick Grayson Guns Near Death Experiences

I didn't expect to get this out so soon but I've been in a dick mood <3

Excerpt:

“Danny!” His friends called out to him. Debris kept them from reaching him-weakly he pushed himself up to his knees.

A whirring sound came from in front of him. He couldn't stand up. What kind of hero froze in the face of danger? A bad one. He panted trying to force his body to move. He had to stop that machine before it destroyed everything. Yet, he felt broken. Terrified. He was failing everyone…

His eyes glanced between the faces he recognized around him. His friends, Sam and Tuck, his sister, Jazz, and… his parents. They stood behind a blockade of shields, being forced to stay back by the guys in white suits. He could hear his mother screaming. He gasped for air he didn't need, and clenched tightly at his burning chest. A white ring danced threateningly around his form.

No. This can't be it.

The whining of the machine grew louder. The infinite realms will be in danger. Amity Park will be destroyed. He had to get up. They needed him. Move Danny-

“I'm sorry little brother.”

No.

A bright green filled the room. Green. GREEN. SO MUCH GREEN! He couldn't breath, he couldn't think, he couldn't see anything but green. The endless pain. Ringing in his ears. Suffocating and being forced to breathe at same time. Feeling like he was melting alive but freezing to death.

Danny gasped awake, sitting up fast enough to make himself dizzy. He put a hand on his chest, relieved as he felt it thumping. He sunk down in the recliner, taking in his surroundings. His eyes snapping quickly to the only other living person, if he could call himself living, in the room. Dick laid on the couch with his head propped up on a cushion and a cover dragged from his bed draped over him. Besides the few coughs here and there, he slept soundlessly. The teen was a bit envious. Not enough to try and catch a cold himself, but he hadn't been able to rest well since the accident. He pulled his knees close to his chest and rested his cheek on his knees. He fiddled with the blanket he used to cover himself, while he stared out at the living room. He focused on the sound of the ticking cat clock and the warm orange hues casting through the blinds. He was alive. Half-alive. But alive. He had a body with a beating heart. His friends and family were safe. And most importantly, his eyes glanced at the offending cat clock on the wall. He had time. The teen buried his face into his knees with a groan. He just had to figure out what he needed to do in that time. He sniffled. He felt so overwhelmed. Was he doing the right thing? Last time he trusted someone, it didn't end well. But, he needed help. A lot more than he wanted to believe he did. His eyes glanced back at the man that worried himself sick. Danny tighten his grip on his legs. “Everything is as it should be.”Danny closed his eyes at the memory.

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[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 41

chapter 62:

1. petition to abolish the games, if not for their lack of morals, do it for james potter

2. regulus fussing over james >>>>>>>>>>>

3. 😳 fiancé discussion

4. “There's a war on, and James wants to plan his wedding.” oh no. oh no. oh no. he’s so me fr

5. omg not reg wanting to see sirius and projecting that onto james 😭😭😭

6. they’re having a sleepover and i’m going feral over it

7. i’m not really mad at alice for all they’re saying, but i don’t think james deserves to hear it like this, or even be treated this way over frank’s death. they all knew the risk. frank made a decision, knowing the risk. james should not have to feel that eternal guilt

8. okay i’m kinda mad at alice, but i don’t really blame her per se. she’s grieving and is saying hurtful things she might not otherwise say. but it doesn’t make what she said okay. this is all so complicated

9. wolfstar deserves peace. give them peace istg. sirius doesn’t deserve these nightmares

10. *untraumatizes your blorbo* FUCK IT BACKFIRED! HE HAS MORE TRAUMA NOW

11. “"Fucking hell," Sirius hisses, clattering into the open chair next to Remus with an aggrieved air to him, eyes bulging as he drops his plate on the table. "I just had three different people corner me in the line to fucking flirt with me. Nevermind that I'm less than two weeks out of fucking Azkaban or anything, and when I mentioned that, they started, like, cooing at me. One of them offered to give me fucking sponge bath."

"What?" Remus' head whips around. "Who?"”

yo, those people should be scared. remus is in protective mode

12. the reason tension is so fucking high in the phoenix is probably because there are no fucking celebrations or events

13. i love how the gang is together, laughing and joking 😊😊

14. remus is a genius and i love him for putting the peices together about vanity and vespa

15. going insane over vanity’s impact in winning

chapter 63:

1. the districts are immune!!!

2. dorlene having sex after a mission is so them

3. “”I want to die with your head between my legs."” REAL

4. i am unamused 😐 dorcas and marlene should Not be discussing their after-war plans and what they’ll be doing when they’re old

5. “Two bodies and one heart” used to describe lily and remus has me in PIECES

6. mary and lily getting to have sex (that actually means something to lily) >>>>>>>>>>

7. also i’m so glad that sapphic sex was written to be that soft, intimate, and beautiful. especially with a trans woman. i feel like i never see sex scenes with trans women that aren’t completely fetishized

8. reading a jegulus fight has me feeling like an eight year old that walked in on mommy and daddy yelling over finances

9. 😭😭😭😭 not barty further spreading rumors about him being james and reg’s whores. this is so funny y’all

10. also not james teasing reg about having baby names picked out, only to reveal that reg literally has baby names picked out

11. demisexual sirius having a complex relationship with sex and desire (all the asexual part and all the very very horny parts) is literally my favorite thing in the world. i have never seen an demisexual character so similar to myself as him.

12. 😭😭 not remus cumming in his pants just cause he was slammed into a wall lmao

[raccoonfallsharder]

april aspirations

navigation | full fanfiction masterlist | collections masterlist headcanons & imagines | sfw fanfiction masterlist | nsfw fanfiction masterlist

fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

tuesday, april 1. ✩࿐࿔ take what you need | fuck heartache. | for @/wren-phoenix ✮

friday, april 4. the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip | part five. montana. | ao3 crosspost ✮

wednesday, april 9. ✩࿐࿔ take what you need | stop frickin' apologizin'. | for @/raccoon-coded ✮

wednesday, april 16. cicatrix. | chapter twenty-nine. | amoransia. ❤︎❤︎

monday, april 21. ✩࿐࿔ take what you need | brush your fuckin hair. | for nonnie ✮

thursday, april 24. florescence❀. chapter six year five: dispersal. ❤���❤︎ FINALE!!! part one.

sunday, april 27. florescence❀. chapter six year five: dispersal. ❤︎❤︎ FINALE!!! part two.

wednesday, april 30. florescence❀. chapter six year five: dispersal. ❤︎❤︎ FINALE!!! part three.

random thoughts: i am terrified of finishing florescence. it's the thing i've spent the longest writing and it still is my love-letter to this community. for those of you who have enjoyed it so far, i hope that the ending satisfies you.

i'm also hoping to move to posting cicatrix every 2.5-3 weeks starting in may, and i will probably end up updating the other future projects list soon, as i have recently had a whole plethora of ideas. it's really just a matter of what i have time for and what i can prioritize. schematics for happiness may take a bit longer to debut because it will be longform, while the other things i'm considering vary from only one to eight parts. but trust i am working on it for you.

wondering about the backlog or future chapters for take what you need? check out the take what you need queue/WIPlist.

other things i'm working on for may and beyond....

may estimates

monday, may 5. untitled oneshot for 🦉 ✮

thursday, may 8. the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip | part six. idaho. washington. | ao3 crosspost ✮

sunday, may 11. cicatrix. | chapter thirty. | dolorblindness. ✩

wednesday, may 21. ✩࿐࿔ take what you need | stop being a jerk to yourself | for nonnie ✮

wednesday, may 28. cicatrix. | chapter thirty-one. | emmories. ❤︎‬❤︎

june estimates

monday, june 2. | the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip | part seven. you've arrived at your destination. | ao3 crosspost ✮ FINALE.

thursday, june 5. | ✩࿐࿔ take what you need | in reserve

wednesday, june 11. | cicatrix. | chapter thirty-two. | elsewise. ❤︎

thursday, june 19. | Domestic Scenes in Space Travel. Untitled. ❤︎‬❤︎ FINALE.

monday, june 23. | ✩࿐࿔ take what you need | in reserve

monday, june 30. | cicatrix. | chapter thirty-three. | anderance. ❤︎‬❤︎

july estimates

wednesday, july 2. | starfall over satellite s519. | oneshot. ✮

wednesday, july 9. | ✩࿐࿔ take what you need | in reserve

wednesday, july 16. | cicatrix. | chapter thirty-four. | ??. ??

wednesday, july 23. | ✩࿐࿔ take what you need | in reserve

wednesday, july 30. | cicatrix. | chapter thirty-five. | ??. ??

resume crossposting to ao3

ᯓ⋆｡°✩practice: an eidos-rocket minific ✩

fistful of sunlight✩

other future projects

schematics for happiness. | f!oc | ?? chapters. ❤︎‬❤︎

birdie. | f!reader | 6-8 parts. ❤︎‬❤︎

love is blind: andromeda. | f!oc | 7-10 episodes. ❤︎‬❤︎

untitled eidos oneshot. | f!reader | oneshot. ❤︎‬❤︎

universe killer | tbd | 4-6 parts. ❤︎‬❤︎

For Science (A Blackmail Material Anniversary). | f!reader | oneshot. ❤︎‬❤︎

Stage Show on Deneb-7 | f!reader| oneshot. ❤︎‬❤︎

Clara & the Rat King. | f!oc | 3-5 acts. ❤︎‬❤︎

[rayan12sworld]

💠💙they keep the phoenix in a bamboo cage

By:Kieron_ODuibhir

Summary:

“Did we meet right before whatever landed me in the Cloud Recesses?” he asked, hopefully. “I don’t remember any intention of coming around for a nice visit, did I hit my head?”

The youths exchanged glances, and proceeded to dash his newly raised hopes in the weirdest fashion possible.

“You live here,” said the loud one, with exaggerated patience.

“Bullshit.”

In which an amnesiac Wei Wuxian concludes from the available evidence that he's been forced into a sham marriage, and acts accordingly.

Chapter:5/5

Words:41,579

Status:completed

[jinkieswouldyoulookatthis]

Junk Accounts - Chapters 5 & 6

I did it! I finished it! AND y'all get two chapters instead of just one!!!

Tag list below the cut

@loving-family-poll @violet-phoenix-nebula @aceing-on-the-cake

[ivy-saurs]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth/Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright

Characters: Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth

Additional Tags: Post-Seven Year Gap (Gyakuten Saiban), Post-Gyakuten Saiban 5 | Dual Destinies, Fluff, Established Relationship, they're husbands your honour

Summary:

Miles Edgeworth just can’t seem to win today. Fortunately, he’s greeted by a familiar face at the airport.

[morgansorgans-org]

Chapter 5-6 of To Their Happiness has been uploaded!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55270978/chapters/141253408

Summary: Trucy Wright sees that her Daddy's friend, Miles Edgeworth, makes him happy in a way she can't. She knows he's sad and lonely, despite trying his best to hide it from her. She makes a promise to herself that she would try to have Miles around as often as she could, for his happiness.

Or, an evolution of Wrightworth's relationship through Trucy's eyes. Trucy and co. sees Phoenix and Miles feel that special way that adults feel for each other and tries to matchmake them. It's mostly Trucy doing that, though.

[sofiadragon]

Chapters: 9/9

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Harry Potter & Severus Snape

Characters: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Order of the Phoenix, Molly Weasley

Additional Tags: Worldbuilding, Drama, Wizarding Politics (Harry Potter), Wizarding Culture (Harry Potter), Wizarding World (Harry Potter), Book 5: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Canon Divergence - Post-Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Good Severus Snape, Wizarding Traditions (Harry Potter), Misguided Albus Dumbledore, Well-Meaning Albus Dumbledore, Protective Molly Weasley, Pureblood Culture (Harry Potter), Mentor Severus Snape, Mental Health Issues, Therapy, Minor whump, Hospitalization, Recovery, Horcrux Destruction, Harry Potter is a Horcrux, Goth Severus Snape, References to Drugs, Questioning Harry Potter, Gay Severus Snape, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, POV Severus Snape, Paris (City), Harry Potter Gets Therapy

Series: Part 1 of Magic and Bluejays

Summary:

Harry Potter reacts much differently to the Dementor attack on his cousin and it causes a cascade of changes in the lives of everyone he knows. He runs away to France to escape the English Ministry's bias and gets a solicitor (lawyer) to deal with his legal issues. Part one of a book 5 re-write that can be read stand-alone.

Featuring: Snape's POV. People making decisions for Harry without talking to him about it first. The Horcrux in his head influencing Harry's mind. Professional psychologists/mind healers doing good work. Snape using cannibus.

He would not go back to Privet Drive without bringing the law. He’d lose his temper and end up in Azkaban. Even with aurors at his back, he was likely to hex dear old Tuney into next week if he had to interact with her again. The fines would be worth it.

[harpersdragons]

Theft in the Family...By Jason Todd Chapter 4

finally finished chapter 5, so I can post this one! sorry it's shorter than usual, the next one makes up for it though.

Chapter count has gone up, so we're looking at around 7 chapters now.

Damian had passed out against Jason’s chest shortly after Jason finished cleaning up, so he turned on a movie, relishing being able to hold Damian. It’s a testament to how much the kid missed him that he’s letting it happen.

When the movie is over, he debates waking the kid up—they really need to change safehouses before it gets too dark—but ultimately decides not to. A sleeping Damian is a rare sight. He carefully shifts so Damian is on the couch, and puts his gear back on.

Once he’s ready, he grabs Damian and heads out the window, making sure to reset his traps.

Damian wakes up not long after they leave, looking around as Jason lands on a nearby roof.

“Incoming Bat.” Damian states sleepily, words slurring slightly, and rests his head on Jason’s shoulder again.

“Which one and where?”

“Robin, approximately 20 feet behind you.”

Jason does not startle, ok?

He just spins around really quickly, that’s all.

Sure enough, Tim Drake is perched on the gargoyle behind them. “Give me the kid, Phoenix.”

Damian tightens his grip almost imperceptibly, and Jason rubs his hand over his back.

“No. How do you know he isn’t my kid?” He adjusts both Damian and his cape so the kid is wrapped in it.

“He matches the description of a missing child from Bristol.”

“Well it is Gotham, kids go missing all the time.”

“Give me the kid, Phoenix.” Robin jumps off the gargoyle.

“Incoming, Akhi.” Damian murmurs in his ear. Jason can see the confusion playing across Tim’s face,

Nightwing lands lightly, much closer than Robin. “Hand over the kid.”

“Nope, finders keepers!” Jason backs up a step, eyeing the distance between him and the edge of the roof, and readying his grapple. He lowers his voice to say to Damian, “Ready to fly, Habibi?”

“That is not how it works with kids! You kidnapped a child, give him back.”

“That’s how it seems to work for Batman, does it not? Besides, is it really kidnapping if the kid asked me to take him?” Jason watches as the implication of his words hits them, and steps off the roof. Damian grips his neck tighter.

Jason enjoys his free fall for a bit longer, then fires his grapple at a nearby roof. He barely pauses before aiming at his next location, he knows the bats are right behind him.

He leads them in circles for a while, at one point letting Dick get close enough he can snag and deactivate one of the spare trackers.

It takes a while to lose the bats, but eventually he does. He heads off towards one of Bruce’s safehouses (Jason hasn’t had time to set up more of his own, ok? …no other reason).

Before he gets there, he triple checks the tracker is deactivated, and just to be sure stashes it in a different location.

He makes sure to overwrite the security when he gets to the safehouse, ensuring Bruce won’t be alerted. Damian is asleep by the time he’s done, and Jason sets him on the couch once he gets inside.

Jason gets his gear off and stashed around the utilitarian safehouse in record time, and puts Damian to bed and takes the couch for himself.

They just have to remain undiscovered for a few more days, then Jason can return Damian and possibly steal him for a couple days every so often.

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Dick can barely see Damian when he lands on the roof, the kid is tucked securely under Phoenix's cape.

He’s calmer than Dick had ever seen him, arms wrapped around Phoenix’s neck and head resting on his shoulder.

Phoenix steps towards the edge, and then off, and his parting words ring in Dick’s head.

Is it really kidnapping, if the kid asked me to take him?

Damian asked Phoenix to kidnap him?

Why?

They haven’t been bad to the kid, hell, Dick was pretty sure they were leagues (heh) better than the League.

Why would Damian want to leave?

“Nightwing.” Tim breaks him out of his stupor. “I know what he said, but we have to go if we want to have even a chance at catching him.”

Dick nods, and together they jump off the roof, flying through Gotham after Phoenix and their little brother.

The crime lord leads them in circles, always ahead of them.

WIth the exception of one time, in which Phoenix was close enough to catch, but Dick had gotten distracted and the vigilante darted away before he could.

Phoenix continued the game, because it truly seemed like this was a game to him, for a while. They were chasing him for nearly an hour and a half, before Phoenix lost them.

Dick landed heavily on a rooftop, staring in the last direction he saw Phoenix go.

Tim lands behind him, and Dick kicks the ledge of the roof in frustration.

“N, we’ll get him back.”

“Will we? You heard what Phoenix said. Damian asked to be taken.”

“He might have, but that doesn’t excuse the fact that Damian is six. He’s in danger, and he doesn’t realize it!”

Tim is right, of course he’s right.

But something feels off.

Damian is a smart kid, raised by assassins. He knows danger.

He knows how to protect himself, even against assailants three times his size.

But there was something else.

Something in the way Damian was acting.

“Do you think Damian was drugged?” He surprises himself when he voices the question aloud. “He was …sluggish. Overly tired, slurring his words.”

“He’s also six, and it’s nearly midnight. Besides, according to B he had some sort of head wound in the alley.”

“So he likely has a concussion and he’s currently being towed around the city to god knows where with a crime lord known for cutting heads off. Great.”

“We’ll get him back, ‘Wing.” Tim, at least, sounds sure of his answer.

Dick wishes he could say the same for himself.