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[toshiro-taichou]

A HitsuKarin story? Hell yes!

I've made a HitsuKarin story, it is my first time of writing a HitsuKarin story. It doesn't follow the bleach lore as it is set in an alternative universe where Toshiro is a Mafia Boss and Karin is a college student. It's not that good but if you wish to read it, it's there.

[somuchfangirling]

From Hogwarts to Heartbreak

I've written a new story. It's the sequel to my other story "The Ultimate Year." It is part 4 in the From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts Universe/Series I am writing. Please enjoy. It's also posted on FF.net, Wattpad, and Quotev if you prefer one of those.

[folklorik54]

Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Magic Kaito, 名探偵コナン | Detective Conan | Case Closed Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kuroba Kaito | Kaitou Kid & Nakamori Aoko, Kuroba Chikage/ Kuroba Toichi Characters: Nakamori Aoko, Kuroba Kaito | Kaitou Kid, Jii Konosuke, Kuroba Chikage, Kuroba Toichi Additional Tags: This is the main story, Aoko becomes an accomplise and assistant, There's an entire organization of preformers looking to dull out some justice, Aoko plays the main role Summary:

The continuation of A Contradictory Prologue this is the story of how Aoko Nakamori becomes what is known as a triple A- Assistant, Accomplice and an Agent. If you like AU's where Aoko Nakamori has a bigger role and you don't mind secret organizations of performers going against shadowy organizations of murders than this is the story for you!

[muffinlance]

In light of the recent FanFiction.net scare, for anyone looking to do bulk downloads of their favorites/bookmarks/fics in general, two excellent resources:

ao3downloader: works with Python. Does what it says on the tin.

FanFicFare: works with Calibre. Can download from many sites, including AO3 and FF. My bad, FF is NOT supported. Lots of other sites are, though. Anyone got one that DOES work on FF?

Edit: I am again emphasizing the BULK in bulk downloads. AO3 obviously has an excellent single-fic download option. This is for if you want to automate that. For all your fics. ...Bulk download.

[depressed-crayon-writes]

whenever i feel embarrassed about reading and writing fanfiction, i think back to twelve year old me who saw a fanfiction online and decided to handwrite it all out on lined paper just to show my friend at school and enjoy it together and decide to not give a fuck because if that girl with undiagnosed adhd could sit her ass down and do that, then why do i lie about writing fun fanfiction? every fanfic i write is dedicated to that twelve year old girl who gave no fucks and got called to the guidance counselor like twenty times in one semester

[purpleshadow-star]

Listen, if there is one thing fanfiction is good for, it's learning the names of the characters in the media that you're reading about.

[roxannepolice]

Do you have some tensimm fluff fanfics? I love the angst & the pwp but I also need them being silly and in love for my mental health's sake

Good to know I'm not the only one who looks at these two manic messes specifically and thinks "it would heal me at a deep level if they cuddled"!

The Courtship and Marriage Rituals of the Time Lords: https://archiveofourown.org/works/582688

@veraynes-blog Small Weird Loves: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25690750/chapters/62374852

your kiss and i will surrender: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30257064

Hunger: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1179272

Self-Help: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14517021

Cocoa, Cuddles and Coyotes: https://archiveofourown.org/works/584794

Two Hearts: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3362783

The one where the Master turns into a cat (for all my fellow meowster enjoyers): https://archiveofourown.org/works/23713210

The Doctor Doesn't dance: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24050293

morally bankrupt shenanigans: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51967594/chapters/131413723

Fire: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49869301/chapters/125892082

chilly cuddles: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50891611

can't help falling in love: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2140581

@hobgoblinns and i would like to spend: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49606927/chapters/125204509

Crack some eggs, make some omelette: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8161846

Pas de Deux: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19270951

Reconciliation: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29185431

Post-traumatic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14084520

Remastering: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28503729

Perfect: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1109764

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5662491/1/The-Master-Cuddles

I guess some of these veer into some angst or crack (special shoutout to Remastering for my all time favoutire DW fanfiction sentence "Maybe that arse was bigger on the inside? The Master was still too weak to be this stupid."), but the general sense is always very married and fluffy. If anyone has any other suggestions, please share (and also if you see your work but I haven't tagged you let me know too so I can start following you on the hellsite)!

[steakout-05]

how it feels to be an aegosexual looking for slash fanfics in your favourite fandom:

finding a fanfic that has a really good premise and is really romantic or smutty and has your favourite character but then seeing "slash reader" in the tags or seeing it mention "you" as in the reader is an instant turnoff for me. it's like noooo why did i have to be involved in this character's life all of a sudden :(

[sydchan]

Been reading a lot of Invader Zim fics lately and I absolutely adore when they touch on the Enter The Florpus event and run with the idea Zim ended up inadvertently killing the Tallest at the end. And how he would feel about that, the denial/grief/aimlessness it might cause him. It’s such a good concept am always thrilled when it’s in a fic. Even if it’s just a little brief section to explain why Zim and Dib started growing closer.

[captainhysunstuff]

A reactionary comic about rereading a fic that I recently recommended that was way darker than I remembered, lol. I still love it for how they pretty much drive each other crazy, but that word choice and the consent issues... *cringes* At least there are valid warnings beforehand, and the first fic was pretty PG. Sorry. *laughs sheepishly*

[13eyond13]

never realize how spoiled with fic you are as a L & Light stan in the DN fandom until you start looking into other fandoms / ships ahahaha

[mitzirockerextendeduniverse]

i haven’t seen any posts about it on tumblr yet, so i just wanna say - if you want to archive ff.net fics, try fichub.net. the site actually works, it exports whole fics and their metadata in a variety of formats, and it does it nearly instantly, far easier than retyping or copy-pasting. i’ve tested it myself, it looks promising

[autumnrose11]

I suddenly had a flash of inspiration for a one-shot this fine Sunday evening. Miraculously, I wrote it down in one sitting without the least bit of procrastination. Here it is. I hope very much that it did (not) make you cry. Enjoy!

April 1970 

Shadows flickered benignly in the candlelight. Mary’s head rested on her darling husband’s shoulder, her withered fingers tracing well-worn patterns on the back of his hand. 

Fifty years since their golden wedding day. 

“My darling?” Matthew said. 

“Hm?”  

“Do you remember …” He chuckled lightly, and kissed her beautiful, wrinkled face, crowned with silver hair. “I was just wondering - do you remember all the little things about our wedding?” 

Mary raised her head to look into those pale blue eyes she had adored so long, no matter how old and tired;  twinkling at her from the wrinkled face that somehow only made him look more handsome. 

“Of course,” she murmured against the side of his face. “I remember every little detail, Matthew darling … the way you didn’t let go of my hand all through the reception … and how you whispered rather … risqué remarks into my ear at every possible opportunity …” 

She paused to kiss the faint blush that coloured his cheeks even now. After all this time, when they were both old and grey. 

“And I remember how I whisked you away when we were supposed to be opening our presents, my darling … because I’d waited to kiss you for far too long and I simply couldn’t wait any more.” 

“And how you joked that you’d finally got Lady Mary Crawley to marry a middle-class country solicitor, and you still didn’t quite know how you’d managed it.” 

“Upper middle class,” Matthew corrected her, and then their lips met after a quiet laugh , kissing softly in the twilight. His hand caressed her face, the silence broken only by the sound of their breaths. “And our first dance, Mary … as husband and wife … Do you remember that too?” 

She could only nod. The memory of that heady, tingling, giddy first dance coursed through them both; the remembrance of that delicious torture of their two bodies pressed together, aching for that deepest, sacred  union … both of them barely able to comprehend that eager hands and passionate lips need be restrained no longer. 

“Why do you ask?” 

“Because …” Matthew pulled her closer, craving her warmth against him as much as he had done on the train journey to Painswick House fifty years ago. His wife snuggled into him, their fingers interlocking. “Because I would like, very much... to dance with you, my darling … the way we did that day. On our wedding day.” 

Mary consented with a breathless kiss to his lips.  

She rubbed his lower back with tender affection, his slight wince of pain wringing her heart. It had flared up more and more severely these past few years. She’d wanted Matthew to use a wheelchair, but he had stubbornly refused to get into the blasted thing again. The echo of an old pain, a long-ago suffering in his eyes had silenced her. So they had compromised by having him use a walking stick. 

He didn’t want to use it now, however. He had his Mary. 

My Mary, always. You are my stick.  

She helped him up from the settee, and watched fondly as he shuffled over to the old gramophone. The static crackled in the air, the needle whirred. 

Matthew held out his arms, and she glided into them as easily and naturally as she had as a young woman, just as madly and deeply in love as she had been at that time.  

Musical notes flowed out of the gramophone. A quiet frisson of recognition flitted through Mary’s heart as she recognised the melody that stirred the air.  

“Sometimes, when I feel sad 

And things look blue 

I wish a pal I had 

Say, one like you …” 

Matthew’s hand was on her back, his fingers entwined with hers, Mary’s blue-veined hand upon his shoulder. It was not so much a dance as a clumsy shuffle, and Matthew faltered and stumbled and more than once, had to lean on his wife; but none of that mattered. Mary’s movements guided his, and she held him and kissed him and their bodies swayed to the familiar rhythm, one that time had made more precious and beautiful because their love was knitted into the fabrics of every word of the tune. 

And then the chorus came, and their voices broke into a synchronised harmony. Just as it had done that day so long ago, in a library full of wounded soldiers and the man who had come back safe and sound to finish the song with her. Together. 

“If you were the only girl in the world, 

And I was the only boy, 

Nothing else would matter in the world today, 

We could go on loving the same old way, 

A garden of Eden made just for two, 

With nothing to mar our joy …”

Dusk fell outside, and the fire burnt lower and lower in the grate. Only the dark silhouettes of the two entwined figures lit up the starry springtime night.  

“I would say such wonderful things to you 

There would be such wonderful things to do 

If you were the only girl in the world 

And I was the only boy.” 

She knew it was only her mind playing tricks on her, but she fancied she could hear the fading notes of Edith’s piano (that she would never play again, for Edith had died last winter) … and echoing applause of disfigured men, and a girlish heart beating with relief and love and longing. 

She couldn’t kiss him then, because he had not been hers to kiss. But now … now she could. And she did. 

His lips were as soft and warm as ever on hers; the quiet affection in their kisses had now come to represent the fading of the erotic tension that had once flowed between them, ripening instead to a deep, abiding adoration that flooded them, body and soul. 

“You’re … the only girl in the world for me,” Matthew murmured against his wife’s mouth, and he was delighted at the giggle that escaped. “I love you, Mary.” 

“I love you too.” 

“Happy anniversary, my love.” 

The static sputtered once again, the needle ceased to spin, and all that was left of the silver evening was the celebration of fifty years of a golden marriage that had never seemed sweeter. 

[walkawaytall]

I am just so done with FanFiction.net. Like, I'm going to finish out Purpose of Heritage on there, and after that, I'm moving over to AO3 only.

[comehellorhighwatertheywillwrite]