#ao3 and ch2 links in notes

[figthefruitfaeth]

no one tells you that 30% of making a fic is just formatting

[jjkeremika]

AoT Fic / Oneshot Master List

~~welcome to jjkeremika~~

hi! i’m mako. welcome to my obsession. i write fics/headcanons/oneshots/imagines/drabbles/whatevertheyarecalled/ihonestlydontknow; mostly smutty/nsfw heheh.

currently i write about: eren x mikasa; AoT x reader; eren x reader; reiner x reader; levi x reader; armin x reader; but im open to others (mostly fem!reader, some gender neutral)

please click the underlined for the link to the work (tumblr; ao3); master list updated periodically; all fics created on this master list are written by jjkeremika (me); all of my works are connected under the tag jjkeremika; interactions with and/or thoughts on works are appreciated <3

assume smut/nsfw/mdni themes unless noted otherwise with *

hope you enjoy!

p.s… (per requests….worth asking, also worth noting i prefer and try to stick to character personalities and reasonable headcanons; if i can’t picture them saying/doing it i might not explore it…. fluffy/smutty accepted… not a “dead dove dne” friendly space…)

Eremika:

fucking in a sauna (It is hot (with you; love you))

mikasa gets sick (Stay pt1, pt2)*

Moments (Express Divine Devotion)*

mikasa sneaks out (Moonlight)

eren has a vision (Just like i dreamt it)

eren eats mikasa out (Tasty)

eren and mikasa secretly meet (secret)

eren calls jean while fucking mikasa (Big Time)

eren overhears mikasa (loud in my life and in my dreams)

mikasa tutors eren (my tutor pt1; pt2)

eren’s mikasa’s professor (drop my class so i can pick you up pt1; pt2)

another eren professor pt1 (thanks for coming professor pt1)*; pt2 (to be posted soon)

eren’s scout commander, mikasa’s a new recruit pt1 (think i need someone older)*; pt2 (posted soon)

mikasa shows eren how she had sex with jean (just show me)

eren’s a spy/assassin and mikasa’s his target’s daughter (to my poison: my god you’re intoxicating)*

like an actual eremika fanfic (when lightning strikes the heart (pts 00-02)) (* thus far)

roadtrip (pt1; pt2)

mikasa’s mother is sick (lavender)*

eren’s a baker

Formula One au (ch1; ch2; ch3; ch4; ch5; ch6)

AoT x reader:

Rough intimacy (Eren, Mikasa, Hange, Levi, Reiner, Jean)

Soft intimacy (Connie, Erwin, Bertoldt, Armin, Zeke)

Favorite places (Eren, Armin, Jean, Reiner, Erwin, Levi, Bertoldt, Connie, Zeke)

Date nights (Here to Forever; Eren, Armin, Jean, Reiner, Erwin, Zeke, Porco, Historia)

Hit on you in class (Eren, Jean, Reiner, Armin, Porco, Levi, Connie, Erwin) *

Another rough intimacy (Reiner, Jean, Eren, Erwin, Levi)

Favorite positions (Eren, Reiner, Levi, Porco, Erwin)

crushes on you (Reiner, Eren, Levi, Porco, Jean)*

walk in on you touching yourself (Eren, Jean, Armin, Levi, Erwin, Colt)

fluffy moments (Eren, Reiner, Levi, Erwin)*

confess love for you (Eren, Reiner, Porco, Zeke, Armin, Bertoldt, Levi, Erwin)(mostly * except eren)

vices (eren, levi, reiner, armin, zeke, jean)

pervy pussy eaters (eren, levi, reiner, armin)

asking you on a valentines date*

what they don’t know (eren, erwin, levi, connie)

excited and exhausted (erwin, sasha, armin, hange, levi)

Eren x reader:

Games

dangerous missions*

ha(u)nted soldier*

Betting Games (pt2)

Reiner x reader:

Shower together

Levi x reader:

peanut butter kisses

goofy (pt1; pt2; pt3; pt4)

Armin x reader:

campgrounds and fairs (tbp)

love gambler (tbp)

[liloinkoink]

Lamplight AU

What is Lamplight? Short answer, a DnD/Fantasy Third/Last Life Renchanting AU!

Long answer, here’s 20 Questions, the ficlet meant to introduce the concept.

Medium answer, Ren is a powerful god stuck in the form of living fire. Martyn is his sole follower. Martyn and Ren help free one another from imprisonment by the Watchers and are now traveling the world on a two-man adventure of fond companionship and occasional arson.

This AU has been written as I feel like it with absolutely no regard for chronology. If you have any questions about it feel free to ask! I also have a tag for it, “lamplight au,” which is where any writing, asks, or art go.

I’ll update this post with writing and art as it happens. Writing is organized chronologically, art is organized by artist and as it’s posted.

This AU was planned with the help of @/unexpectedly-haunted, whose designs for Martyn and Ren are linked at the start of the art section!

You can also find an archive of Lamplight on my writing blog, @driflew, under the same tag.

[AU itself is platonic, but ship content gets made for it]

And, for some other fun notes...

The (unofficial) Lamplight fan Discord Server can be found here!!

Martyn replied to my post saying he knows what Lamplight is, which is a wild thing to be able to say.

[Please do not spam the chats or the askboxes of Martyn, Ren, or anyone else with talk of this fic! Don’t need to annoy anyone with it, thank you!]

[Now that it's confirmed Martyn does know what Lamplight is, here are my thoughts on reading it on stream (he can can if he wants!)]

Lamplight writing

(for any works posted on both ao3 and tumblr where there are differences in content, consider ao3 the ‘correct,’ ‘updated,’ or ‘canon’ version. The AO3 versions are better, edited for quality, pacing, and often with extra bits not found in the tumblr versions)

The AO3 series with all works can be found here.

[If you enjoy Lamplight, I have a kofi? Please don’t feel the need send me anything excessive! The option to tip simply exists if you enjoy the series and are feeling generous.]

Canon

Torchlight Arc

Torchlight

[Torchlight short fic: Ren POV] [this scene is also on Ao3, in Moonlight ch2]

Heliography (multi-chapter, complete)

[tumblr preview scene, incl in Heliography ch1]

Lamplight Arc

Strange Traveler (ao3) (tumblr)

From Here to There (incl 20Q and other scenes)

Incident at the Sleeping Hound (ao3) (tumblr)

Winter's Herald (ao3) (tumblr)

Moonlight Arc

Moonlight (multi-chapter, in-progress)

(ch one is also on tumblr, but significant edits were made when it was moved to ao3. i’m leaving the first version here unchanged, just for fun, but be aware it’s different)

Non-Canon

worship the ashes (ship, noncanonical)

featherlight (Treebark Week D2: Light/Dark. ambiguous on both the ship status and the canonical status… anime filler arc status lmao)

somniphobia (ship, noncanonical) (og version is also on tumblr, a fic from taking treebark Lamplight requests: Ren doesn't sleep)

Heat Haze (Treebark Week D4: Warmth/Breeze) (ship, noncanonical)

the only place i don't feel cold (Treebark Week D3/4: Build/Burn, Infernal/Divine) (ship, noncanonical) (og version is also on tumblr, a fic from taking treebark Lamplight requests: God of...)

Leaflight Series (Lamplight Roleswap) [ask about the Leaflight concept]

Cover Me in Roses

Ficlet of a different Lamplight offshoot

Other Writers

Help with plotting the AU has come from my friend Haunted, whose contributions to design, plot, and general function as a rubber duck have been greatly appreciated

Series

Desert Duo subplot series by @/cosmicretribution (Haunted's designs)

crystalline

Boat Boys subplot series by @/boatboysrowout

i said fuck it long ago

Canon-divergent horror series by @/sixteenth-days

so no head?

Oneshots (non canon)

the heart of the pyre by Zeph

striking steel by Apollo

guiding light by Apollo

Devotion of a God by Tide

Trespassers by Tide

Bog Bodies by Tide

Nearly Forgotten by Anpan

Lamplight Art

if you want to draw Lamplight art, go ahead! i would love to see it! @ me and/or Haunted and i’ll put it here! if i don’t see it, send me a message! and be sure to check out these artists’ work and show them some love!

Haunted’s Lamplight Official™ Martyn design

Haunted’s Lamplight Official™ Ren design (ft. Martyn)

Haunted's Lamplight animatic, FIRE--this is an animatic for the latter half of the fic Torchlight and is really cool!

I hit the fucking link limit so the rest of the art can be found HERE

[kordyceps]

Mutiny of the Hardest Order @ AO3

Steter | ch2/20 | rating: E (eventually) AKA The one where Stiles' dick develops a crush and Peter decides to humor it with some retaliatory light stalking.

Chapter 2: About the Appropriateness of Lurking in the Bedrooms of Teenagers

The thing about Peter Hale was that the man never let things go. He might lead you to believe he had let something go—assure you it was all water under the bridge, claim he had already forgotten all about it, or mercifully not bring up that really embarrassing moment when you got a half-chub around him last you were alone together even though it had been a whole week since then—but Peter Hale did not, in fact, ever let things go. He was careful, and clever, and would wait any amount of time necessary for the precisely opportune moment to strike. The bastard was tricksy like that. You couldn’t ever let your guard down around him, lest the fucker ambush you unawares and make you scream like a freaking little girl. Which was precisely what happened when Stiles came home from hanging with Scott one night only to find Peter Hale unexpectedly sitting at his desk, flipping idly through all his notes.

[ch2 direct link @ AO3]

[zeebeebirdy]

CAMELLIA ACHING - Chapter 3: Purple Lilac Blooms

Camellia, pink - Longing for you Camellia, red - You’re a flame in my heart Camellia, white - You’re adorable 🌺🐍

Simon moves to London for a fresh start. He buys a flower shop, he meets a tattoo artist, and he learns that maybe despite everything, he can find happiness; he deserves happiness.

Art by Niniweenie

At the 141 Tattoos & Piercings parlour, Johnny finally finds a reason to visit Simon next door, at the advice of his co-workers (well...except Graves).

[AO3 Link Here]

A.K.A. a Florist/Tattooist AU 🌺🐍🏵️💀💖 [Twitter thread of random au ideas] - please note, I'm only comfortable with adults engaging with my Twitter due to themes not appropriate for minors

Ch1 - Ch2 - Ch3 -

[the-mad-starker]

Starker Smut: The Daily Life of a Stark Heir [4/6]

Yay another chapter done. I feel like it was rushed but I'm satisfied. 🥲

Summary: A fun little car ride before the big event.

WC: 2353

(AO3 Link)

Tumblr: Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3

Fic notes: Omegaverse, starkercest, alpha Tony Stark, Omega Peter Parker, intersex omegas, vaginal sex, anal sex, creampie, knotting, felching, free use, somnophilia, kitchen sex, blowjobs, oral knotting, cockwarming, exhibitionism

Chapter notes: anal sex, car sex, vaginal fingering

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It's a Friday night and usually, he has a nerdy hang out planned with Ned but SI is hosting a gala tonight.

So Peter will make an appearance and he'll take as many pictures with his genius father as the photographers want. The questions, though, he'll field to his dad. They're always asking when he'll be mated off and who the lucky alpha would be.

Peter knows he's a genius like his dad but sometimes he really wonders how no one could see his father's plans for him.

The omega shrugs it off as he trudges his way toward the parking garage where he knows Happy is supposed to pick him up.

There's a limo there instead and the distinct familiar figure leaning against the side has Peter perking up.

"Dad!" He calls out surprised but pleased. It's not like it's uncommon for Tony to swing by but with how fast things have to move for the Gala, he hadn't expected to see his father until they met up at the event.

Tony gives him a cheerful wave and when Peter gets close enough, the alpha envelopes him in his arms. His dad nuzzles against his neck, inhaling the faint scent of books and ink and nestled deeper, his omega son's unique one.

Peter indulges in it, letting his father scent him as much as he pleases. When Tony finally pulls away, Peter smiles at him.

"Thought you would be too busy to come today," Peter says with a bright smile.

"Never too busy for my favorite kid," Tony says seriously.

"I'm your only kid," Peter says cheekily. He takes a step towards the limo door only to gasp in surprise when his father pushes him against the shiny polished surface. "Dad…?"

"As my only kid," Tony says, "gotta make sure you're ready for tonight."

There's some shuffling behind him before Peter realizes that his father is going on his knees. His hands are pressed against the tinted windows, but he sees the way his breath fogs up the glass. His cheek feels warm, too, against the cool surface.

It comes as no surprise then when he feels his daddy pulling his pants and underwear down.

Since they hadn't fucked in the meeting, Peter's body has been in a state of arousal since then. His body is just too used to a fuck, quick or otherwise, when his daddy gets his hands on him but their schedule is so tight today.

His pussy is getting wet, of course it is. How can he pretend to be unaffected? He feels his daddy's breath against his exposed ass, his fingers gently rubbing and spreading the slick around with soft wet sounds.

"Dad…" Peter complains.

"I'm sorry I couldn't fuck you properly earlier," his daddy apologizes, "A quickie probably isn't in the works right now either. Don't wanna tire you out too much before the big event."

"I can take it, dad," Peter protests fiercely. "You've made sure I can take anything you dish out to me so don't…"

His father's insinuation that Peter can't kind of annoys him because he's Peter Stark. Only he knows how to thoroughly please his father. Even when he's thoroughly used and dropping, he can handle anything his daddy wants.

"Mhmm," comes his daddy's hum of approval but Peter isn't sure he's even listening.

His daddy's too focused on playing with him and he does play.

Tony grips his ass and spreads his cheeks apart with just his thumb. Even if he looks over his shoulder, Peter wouldn't be able to see what his dad is up to so he just waits.

He doesn't have to wait for long. His daddy thumbs the tightly furled hole of his asshole and finds it dry. The light touch makes Peter clench up instinctively.

"Daddy wants to use my ass?" Peter asks curiously, shifting on his feet and wiggling his hips a little. With the time crunch they're in, he figured his dad would just do a quick fuck and hold off on knotting.

"It's too tempting not to, kid," his daddy admits. "Just for a little bit, okay?"

"Mmkay, you can use it whenever you want, dad," Peter says, "I'm your omega, after all."

Tony purrs at the words. "That's right, isn't it? My good omega son."

Peter shudders when his daddy moves his hand between his legs, rubbing against his pussy lips and dipping into his wet hole. Peter's already wet so when Tony starts to leisurely pump his fingers in and out, Peter moans in appreciation.

It's not what he needs– he needs his dad's cock– but it's good enough.

Peter leans his forehead against the window, fogging it up even more with his breath.

His heart jumps when the window he's leaning on jerks down just slightly.

"Boss, we need to get going," Happy calls from within. "Is he– Pete, let your dad know cause we gotta get going."

"Mmk–" Peter barely acknowledges it but he calls out to his dad with a soft moan. "Dad, Hap– Hap says we gotta go."

His daddy's fingers persistently jab inside him, fingers circling and rubbing in a spot that has Peter's eyelids fluttering. Another deep press has the omega biting down on his lip because it's right where the knot would sit. The pressure isn't the same, so it's not the same as being knotted, but it still feels good.

"Just need a minute," his daddy says.

Peter repeats it to Happy but he's barely aware of doing so. He only knows that the window rolls back up because his fingers leave streaks where his breath had fogged up the glass.

"Dad… daddy…" Peter whines. His voice echoes and bounces around in the large open space of the parking lot.

His alpha daddy gives one last shove of his fingers, one last jolt of pleasure that has Peter arching his back before he removes them.

"Keep it down, kid," Tony reminds him and then those slick wet fingers return but not to his pussy. They nudge against his back hole, one finger testing the tightness before sliding in.

Peter gasps and holds very still, trembling, as his daddy works his asshole open. It's been a while since their morning fuck so his hole is tight but still soft and ready for use.

His daddy prepares him diligently, slicking up his back hole with the wetness from his pussy. Peter opens easily, knowing to relax and push back so that the prep takes almost no time at all.

His hips push back, chasing after the pull of his father's fingers. It's a different kind of pleasure, getting fucked in the ass. But it's one that Peter's gotten used to.

He expects his daddy to press him against the limo once he deems Peter ready.

Instead, his alpha yanks the limo door open and Peter gets shoved inside. His chest is pushed down against the expensive leather seats and he scrabbles to get up.

Hands grab into his hips, keeping him right where his daddy wants him. His alpha's cock is pushed inside his hole, fucking in halfway before his father pulls out and does it again.

"Mmph!" Peter groans and clings to the seats as his ass gets fucked.

His daddy fucks him from behind and he steadies himself. His jeans help to cushion his knees and his daddy's hands keep him in position.

"Boss!" Happy complains from the front, "Pepper's gonna kill me if we're late. We gotta get Peter ready for the gala too."

"Ah…!" His daddy's cock pushes up right against his prostate.

It doesn't seem as though his father would stop and Peter revels in it even when he feels bad for causing trouble for Ms. Potts.

The alpha reaches around, fondling Peter's hard cocklet as it drips and stains the floor of the limo. He gives another thrust, sinking in deep and making Peter gasp as he sees stars. Then Tony grinds in deep, savoring the closeness of their connection, the tightness of Peter's ass.

He stills and his hands slip back to Peter's hips before sliding down, each warm palm settling on his cheeks. Then similar to earlier, he spreads Peter's ass apart and gives a hum of approval at what he finds.

"God, look at that hole trying so hard to take cock," Tony groans in appreciation. He rubs at the reddened hole, the tip of his thumb threatens to breach the already stuffed rim.

Peter clenches even tighter around his daddy's cock, breathless with how full he feels. When Tony doesn't do anything else but admire the view, Peter gets impatient and bounces a bit. He rocks on his dad's cock in an attempt to get him to continue.

"Ugh, hold on, Pete," Tony grunts. He pulls out a couple of inches and then spits to where his cock is exposed. When he sinks back in, the renewed wetness makes it even slicker and easier to slide in.

To Peter's dismay, his dad doesn't resume fucking him like before. After a few more thrusts, his daddy pulls out completely and leaves the omega feeling unfulfilled. Peter's about to turn around and complain when a swift smack against his backside has him jolting.

"Get in, kid. I'm not done with you yet but we gotta get going, as our dear Happy keeps reminding us." Tony says. His cock is still glistening wet and so hard, twitching between his father's legs.

Peter eagerly obeys, holding onto his pants as he gets in. His daddy slides in after him and tugs at the omega's pants.

"Get these off and get on my lap," he instructs Peter. Then to Happy, he says, "Let's get rolling, Hap! We got a gala to attend."

Peter kicks off his pants, leaving them in a heap on the floor along with his underwear.

Happy starts to drive off as Peter moves into position. He wobbles on his feet as the limo moves but with his daddy's help, he sits on the alpha's lap.

Tony's cock is hot against his bare skin and he shifts up.

"It'd be so much easier if you just used my pussy, dad," Peter complains when he blindly tries to position his dad's cock at his other hole.

"I love all your holes, Pete, but just get my cock inside this sweet ass of yours. Don't want your pussy too sore for tonight so it's this hole fo now," Tony says patiently even with his voice strained.

He's helping Peter balance while Peter finally presses the alpha's cockhead to his rim. Once positioned, Peter sinks down on his father's cock and they both groan when he fully sits on Tony's lap.

Peter presses a hand against his belly and groans when he feels Tony's cock twitch inside him.

"Go on, kid, fuck yourself on daddy's cock," Tony orders him. He helps Peter bounce on his dick, his hands tight on the omega's hips.

Outside, the sky is starting to darken and once they join the road, other cars flank the limo. The windows are tinted but uncovered so even from where Peter's sitting on his daddy's lap, he can see other drivers and passengers and even the buildings as they drive on.

Peter eagerly continues his bouncing, helping along with the movement of the car, though it sometimes gives him trouble. He doesn't want to slip off his daddy's cock, though, so eventually, he keeps his bouncing to a minimum. It's just enough stimulation to pleasure his daddy.

At one point, his daddy helps him turn around so that his knees settle on either side of his daddy's hips. This position is much easier and he tucks his face into Tony's shoulder, drinking in the scent of his alpha.

"Happy, can you turn right here?" Tony interrupts.

By then, Peter has his eyes closed, just focusing on his daddy's hands, his voice, and his cock.

His eyes shoot open when they hit a rough patch of road.

"O-Oh!" He cries out when he falls back against his daddy's chest. "Mmph!"

He quickly realizes this was his daddy's plan all along because the rough patch of road doesn't end. They've turned down a bad stretch of road that's partially under construction and each pothole, each rough bump, has Peter bouncing roughly in place.

His daddy is enjoying it immensely and Peter… Peter is too distracted by the now rough fucking. He's barely catching his breath and has to cling to his father.

His daddy's cock is fucking into his ass roughly, in and out– Every bump has him bouncing higher than intended and when he drops, it's to the shock of his daddy's entire alpha cock shoving in from tip to hilt.

Peter barely has control and only had the help of his daddy to keep him in place. He ends up giving himself over to the mercy of the road and his own luck and just braces himself for the rough fucking.

By the time they get back on smooth clean road, Peter's come twice and has ruined his daddy's clothes. His daddy also came, shooting off a load into his ass but making sure to keep his knot from shoving in. As a result, they've made a mess between their legs, his alpha daddy's come spilling from his used hole.

His daddy has shoved two fingers back into his asshole, swirling the mess of alpha come and slick together.

"We're here," Happy announces cheerfully.

Peter groans even as his daddy finally pulls his fingers out and gently pats his ass. His hole feels a bit sore but it's nothing he can't handle, especially since it's more than likely his daddy only intends to use his pussy for the gala.

"Time to get ready, kiddo. Hope you're ready for tonight."

His legs feel like jelly but Peter huffs against his daddy's neck.

"'m okay, dad. Just… maybe carry me in?"

Tony chuckles but Happy opens the doors, his daddy does exactly that and brings Peter in his arms to where their team is waiting to get them ready.

[chihoshisai]

Days of Dash ch3

Goth Family (Zoro, Perona, Mihawk) and Straw Hats (Luffy, Nami, Usopp)

Ch1, Ch2

cw : romance dawn trio shenanigans, face slap, arguing, illness, more straw hats to come // wc : 1,862K as a PREVIEW, the full chapter is 3,157 words you can read directly on ao3 or find the link at the end of the preview for the full chapter // kinda sucks that there's no brown for usopp

Recruiting Friends : A Pathological Liar

“Let's make our way to the cafeteria then!” Luffy grinned, remembering the reason behind their outing while the notes of the first bell rang above his words like a deliberate sabotage. Zoro too, having been swept up in the recruitment of their new member, almost forgot.

“What? No, there's no time for that,” Nami began, exiting their place under the stairs, “we have to get back to class before the second bell rings or we'll be in trouble.”

“What,” Luffy whined, following her alongside Zoro, “but I'm hungry!” 

“How can you be hungry when it's still so early!” Nami roared in his ears, walking next to the two.

It was true that not enough time had passed to trigger one’s hunger, the weight of Zoro’s undigested meal pressuring his stomach in a bearable way. “Did you not eat breakfast this morning Luffy?” he asked, concerned.

“I did, in fact I ate eggs, ham, bread, pancakes,” Luffy began, numbering each dish on his fingers and harvesting the laugh of Zoro, along with the bewildered expression of Nami.

“Then how are you still hungry?!” She boomed in his ears.

Still grinning, Zoro's affinity towards his new companions increased, as the warm sensation of enjoying himself swelled inside his heart. “I'll give you some of my snacks to eat when we're back.” 

“Really, what sorts of snacks?” Luffy rejoiced, raising his arms in triumph before turning an excited face towards Zoro, and causing Nami to shake her head with a sigh. 

“You'll choose when we get there,” he simply answered, further smiling at the thought of helping his friend out. 

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With the start of the curriculum, discovering the general outline like the beginning of a new book, class mostly consisted of reviewing previously learned concepts and testing the student’s knowledge simultaneously. Zoro, having no interest in academic matters, going as far as deleting whatever information he struggled to bring forth during tests once they were over, considered it a waste of time seeing that he could have been training instead. 

Now sitting at the back of the class, feeling the dull of time passing, he glanced towards his newly acquired connections — Nami sat upright, taking note of any additional information that may prove useful, and Luffy seemed oddly engrossed in his notebook, his hand fervently moving along the pages with his signature smile. Consequently, upon a stretch of his neck Zoro witnessed the meat looking shower of doodles that perpetuated to fill Luffy’s notebook with every move of his wrist. Zoro wasn’t sure what to expect, but certainly it was not this — Luffy was in a world of his own. With that thought dancing in his mind, almost bringing forth a smile on his face, the poor feature was forced to recoil at the murmur of Nami’s voice. 

“What are you looking at?” She arched an eyebrow at him, hiding her notes with her slender arm.

Taking notice that his neck was still stretched thanks to her, Zoro simply returned a bored look while distancing himself from her desk. “Nothing, I just wanted to see what Luffy was up to,” he mumbled with a shrug. And as his words caused Nami to glance towards the said straw hat student, Zoro silently grinned as he saw the exasperation rain down on her features, making Nami aware that responsibility towards their grade would fall on her shoulders.

The rest of the class consisted of a mixture of focused students, attentive but easily distracted ones but all failing to capture Zoro’s attention, as he thought of them like similar looking plants, while his eyes lowered to his empty notebook before turning to the translucent color of the window, ignoring his self reflection to gaze at the faraway school ground that glowed under the soft gold of the sun. 

His first day had been going well, far better than he had expected and with the right company, the glimmer of hope made him consider that maybe he wouldn’t be labeled as a problem child with anger management this time around. Chuckles and contentment had found their way into his heart and behavior ever since his meeting with Luffy, making for the right aspiration towards change. Plus the school seemed to host far worse concerning cases than him, so there was that too. 

With his head in the clouds along with the speech of the teacher sounding like nothing but the buzz of a bee, Zoro found his peace disturbed by the ringing voice of a classmate.

“Me, the Great Usopp, will gladly answer the question,” a long nosed student confidently stated with a hand raised. Seeing from his peripheral vision that Usopp had managed to capture the attention of Luffy, Zoro momentarily parted from the window to watch with expectation the way in which the right answer would be delivered. 

“It’s no big deal since I’ve got an IQ of 300,” Usopp boasted, following the praise he received from the teacher, while remaining steadfast in his gloat as some of the class erupted in a muffled laughter at his unreasonable fact. 

“300? Surely there’s no way,” Nami silently pointed out under her breath, her eyes fixated on Usopp with a dubious expression. Right, his claim might have sounded akin to a lie, but it was enough to incite a chuckle out of Luffy, whom Zoro saw due to Nami’s comment.  

“300? That’s amazing!” Luffy intensely exclaimed, sharing his innocent opinion around him. 

“It’s not true!” Nami quickly told him in a scolding manner.

Curving his lips in disappointment, Luffy disheartenedly lowered his voice in response. “What? It’s not?” 

With the fuzz of the class continuing still, Zoro took the opportunity to chime in on the conversation, “how could you believe such a thing?” he asked him, intrigued at his thought process.

“I just thought it was true,” the straw hat earnestly answered, before the shush of the teacher slithered throughout the class to bring back the respectful academic atmosphere. 

Zoro exchanged a last look accompanied by a grin with his seat neighbors before bringing his attention back to the window that greeted him with its unchanging scenery and so until the ring of the bell, like a pandemonium that would stir anyone from their occupation, came announcing the second break.

“Usopp!!” A loud Luffy yelled, rising from his chair. 

“What’s with you?!” The surprised voice of Nami came asking, resulting in a synchronized startle from Zoro who felt his mood irk at her sudden uprise.

Upon hearing his name, the person in question turned to see the frown of a scary looking green haired student, a cunning yet almost certainly double faced expression of a tangerine colored one and the clueless, carefree look of the other. “I must’ve heard the wrong name,” Usopp loudly muttered, visibly intimidated by the strong atmosphere as he rigidly stood from his chair and to disappear behind the front door.

“Why would you call someone’s name like that?!” Nami scolded, a hand latching a slap along Luffy’s shoulder. 

Slightly losing balance, Luffy gave her an apologetic look, “he seems like a funny guy so I wanted to ask him to join our friend group,” he whined. 

“Then just walk up to him and talk to him like a normal person,” Nami angrily roared in his ear, making Luffy feel small. “You’re only scaring him by yelling like that!” 

Her words certainly weren’t wrong, but upon putting himself in Usopp’s shoes, Zoro thought of it as nothing too alarming. “Well that’s one way to do it,” he shrugged.

“Don't encourage him,” the fury directed itself at him, causing another flinch to occur in Zoro at the sight of her inflamed eyes and the fist that threatened to rain down on him. If her blows were strong enough to deal damage on Luffy, Zoro dreaded the feel of her punch, as he remained silent after a slight grunt. 

Which proved to calm her enough as she sighed, a hand to her forehead. “Let’s try to ask him again alright Luffy?” she turned to face him, only to be faced with an empty seat and a backdoor that stood aghast. 

Grinning, Zoro stood from his seat, “seems like he got a head start,” he glanced towards the seat, before making his way towards the sea of hallways, a discouraged Nami following in his track.

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Walking amidst the bright veil casted by the sun on the corridor, the chatter and laughter of other students filling the air with a sense of youth, Zoro and Nami quickly paced util noticing the peaking red lining of Luffy’s straw hat and who seemed meters away from interrupting the conversation of Usopp.

Leaping with unforeseen speed, Nami extended her arm to grab the loose back collar of Luffy, “didn’t you hear what I said earlier?! Don’t scare him off,” she hushed in his ear while dragging him away, having avoided a disaster. 

To the silent Zoro who stood watching the scolding, he thought that he along with her dubious demeanor might’ve scared Usopp more than the straw hat did, but he preferred to keep that comment to himself, unwilling to attract her temper to him and instead crossed his arm.

“But—” Luffy began, his arms limping by his side while his once loose necktie itched at his neck, courtesy of the pulling.

“Plus look, he’s clearly talking to someone,” Nami pointed out, interrupting and pushing the attention of her listeners towards the conversing Usopp, who stood with his back turned at them, his conversation carrying to their ears.   

Seeing a frail looking girl, her skin almost resembling snow despite the glow of the sun, Zoro came to the conclusion she must’ve been from another class as he didn’t recognize her. Not that he paid any attention to his own classmates since having already formed connections. But seeing how the girl kept glancing towards what seemed to be her classroom, almost eager to return with her mood growing bittersweet by the second, Zoro came to deduce as much.  

“Kaya, you really shouldn’t be here,” Usopp pleaded, hesitantly extending caring hands towards her. “Can’t you see that Klahadoll is evil in letting you come here?”

She drifted, avoiding the upcoming touch with a shaking head. “How can you speak of him like so, Usopp. He does not wish me harm,” she swayed upon speaking, making the four who had their eyes on her to flinch in worry — Usopp grasping her by the arms in a gentle way towards steadiness. 

Releasing what he held upon feeling the feeble attempt at wrestling away, Usopp further tried to beseech his reasoning. “Kaya, listen to me, I’m telling the truth this time, Klahadoll will be the death of you!”

Visibly losing her temper, the hand that found its way grazing the cheek of Usopp with a stout piercing sound, made all who stood nearby halt in shock, their mouth gaping. “Klahadoll has always protected me,” she stubbornly protested, her hand hovering in the air, while the stunned expression of Usopp lowered towards the ground, a cheek red from the aftermath.  “I’ve always liked listening to your stories, regardless of their credibility, but now you’ve taken it too far.”

Find out what happened between Kaya and Usopp on ao3!

[pyritethefool]

AO3 is having some hiccups right now, but I managed to get ch2 of tssb up! I'm considering temporarily posting chapters 1 and 2 on this tumblr until the site is consistently up, please feel free to leave a comment on this post if the link isn't working and I'll probably do it. Stay strong lmao

chapter notes below cut, contains chapter spoilers

Exopack batteries last 10 hours and Spider changed his battery before leaving the island w/ Nalutsa. He’d been following the SeaDragon for a little under 5 hours when they started the hunt :p

Apparently depth charges really suck when you’re just swimming in open water, causing “catastrophic damage to vital organs” (https://astrocamp.org/blog/science-depth/) LMFAO it’s ok though guys dw

The death birds are based on the birds we see flying around and landing on Roa in the movie after she died. Idk if they have canonical names but they’re definitely scavengers of some kind

Spider may know what tulkun are, but he’s never really been to the ocean before and doesn’t know anything abt the tulkun way, hence why he tries to convince Ro’a to fight.

originally the SeaDragon’s “fins” were called “skimmers” here but apparently it’s a super fancy “hydrofoil ship” so they’re “foils.” While I also think it makes sense for Spider to call them skimmers in his mind, it seems pretty canonical in the movie that he picked up a lot of ship lingo so I’m keeping that in his pov for consistency

[phoenixtakaramono]

29 - Truce or TNotG 50

Re: Questions for Fic Writers

Ty, anon, for the Ask! I’m gonna give a huge Spoiler Warning for Truce chs 3-4 (and TNotG ch1) which have not been posted to AO3 yet, so read at your own risk.

29) What songs would be (or are) on a playlist for [insert fic]? Explain your choices if you want!

…Oh goodness, last I checked there were 89+ songs I have for TNotG’s playlist, haha. They’re pretty self-explanatory, in my opinion, but I ordered the songs all by the first world we start in + the six arcs + return to Billy’s world. I’ll link the playlist at the bottom end Author’s Note when The Name of the Game ch1 is ready to be published to AO3 in September 2023, but you can also listen to it here:

As for Truce (which you can read ch1-2 here), there are 47 songs…ahhhhh, essentially for both fics, I listen to these songs I like to help set the vibe, mood, and atmosphere for me while I write. It’s like my background music/ white noise. For me, it’s usually the lyrics which tie into the story, usually highlighting a character motivation, their vibe, or just setting the scene. I can highlight a couple songs:

Crazy - Jake Daniels - It really set the vibe for me to get into Homelander’s headspace whilst writing the prologue, because everything in this chapter is from Homelander’s POV. The atmosphere, the lyrics, and the coincidental bloody superhero album art? I thought it was perfect.✨

Wolf - Zack Merci X Arcana - For ch2 (part I), this song encompasses Billy’s overall goal and manipulation of everyone (the Boys, Homelander, and Vought). It’s pretty much the theme song of this chapter.

(Keeping in mind: 🔴 Billy’s POV, 🔵 Homelander’s POV)

Lyrics:

Got you in the palm of my hand

Sowing distrust over this land

I can make it hurt till you understand […]

I was such a fool

Under your command […]

See the truth is I had change of heart

And all that I know is

I will be tearing you all apart […]

I’ll get in your head like a nightmare

And if I was you, I would be scared

Bet you never saw this coming

Don’t you know that I am a wolf in sheep’s clothing

Power - Isak Danielson - If Truce could have an opening number like how every show does, this is pretty much the theme song for Truce overall. It also sets the vibe for ch3 (part II) when Billy and Homelander finally get frisky on the kitchen island countertop, and kinda for ch4 as well. Although the entirety of the chapter will be in Billy’s POV, I want you to know as everything is happening, especially if you listen to this song when you read ch3, these lyrics represent the desperation of the ideal that Homelander sees in Billy. He’s ready for that unconditional love, for that perfect soulmate partner who gets him 100% and is just as obsessed with him as he is; in a dramatic turn of events, he’s now essentially pinning all his last hopes for a human connection onto Billy. (Notice ch1’s line: “keep me sane. Keep me grounded. You are the one person preventing me from razing this earth to the f*cking ground” before it shifts into the fear that Ryan, his flesh and blood, will end up disappointing him ➡️ pivoting to the line of how “the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results. Failure, after failure, after failure […] Maybe what needed to be done was to reevaluate his life. Acquire a different perspective on things, a new outlook.” ➡️ The SHEER POETIC IRONY now that he’s shifted that target in his brain to Billy after what’d happened in ch1. It’s a disaster waiting to happen but we’ll only allude to the disastrous future potential at most because Truce is 4 chapters only and not 12 chapters so we’ll end on a Happy Ending for this PWP fourshot. For me, it’s a song that shows that it’s not always a women that can get stuck in a toxic codependent relationship and that men can also be stuck in the same shoes. And if that ain’t the situation with Homelander and Billy in Truce?

(Keeping in mind: 🔴 Billy’s POV, 🔵 Homelander’s POV)

Lyrics:

I still look at you with eyes that want you

when you move, you make my oceans move too

if I hear my name, I will run your way […]

it’s my desire that you feed, you know just what I need

you got power, you got power

you got power over me

I give my all now, can't you see, why won't you set me free?

you got power, you got power

you got power over me

I was lost until I found me in you

I saw a side of me that I was scared to

but now I hear my name and I’m running your way

All I feel as I get closer to you

is the Desire to move like you do

so now I hear my name and I’m running your way

I am ready now […]

I give my all now, can't you see, why won't you set me free? […]

You’re the one that seduced me, lured me in with your beauty, now I know that you used me

All you did was confuse me, you're no longer what I need, touch me slow, feel my heart bleed

(Also this song^ is the bee’s knees. I never skip this song in my iTunes playlist when it comes up and always belt it out when I’m alone. This song is very, very, very underrated. I highly rec you give it a listen.)

Rob a Bank - Confetti - “Who's to say that I can't break into your house / While you're working / I'm just lurking through your bedroom like a mouse / Gettin' naked on your sofa wearing just your penny loafers / Take some pictures leave 'em by your dirty dishes” ⬅️ What can I say? This screams Homelander to me and I laugh at the imagery of him breaking in, trying out Billy’s shiny new polished penny loafers whilst getting naked on his sofa and taking dirty pictures of himself to leave by the dirty dishes for Billy to find. It’s like a tomcat in heat scent-marking his territory. This song does help me imagine the dynamic when we get to the NS*W parts.

Religion - Isak Danielson / Dancing in the Sky - Kristen Cruz One of these songs will represent the penultimate ch4 which’ll entirely be written in HL’s POV; Religion mostly represents Homelander’s POV (which is really just him desperately trying to deceive himself if we look at it meta-ly, but shhh, he himself is not that self-aware in ch4) whereas Dancing in the Sky represents Billy’s side of things as we end the final scene in the story with Billy given approval to take Ryan to visit Becca’s grave to pay respects and for one last emotional send-off—whilst HL (who Billy doesn’t want to see him anywhere near this day) secretly watches the private moment from far away like a lurker outsider. It’s supposed to be a bittersweet emotional touching moment to tug at the readers’ heartstrings—which gets twisted because this is HL’s POV so it becomes tampered with his desperate obsessiveness and possessiveness of Billy being his and HL’s jealousy of Becca that he won’t admit to but, as an audience, we can tell he’s supeeeeer jealous (like, thanks for giving birth to my son—but you’re dead buried six-feet under, and your husband will be my husband now so good f*cking riddance; I will be the winner; he will come to forget you and love me only). It’s a very fatalistic self-fulfilling prophecy. I REMIND YOU, we will still have a Happy Ending for the Billy/ Homelander ship in Truce (hell, HL will even get to fondle Billy’s old wedding ring and think about having his own wedding ring on Billy’s wedding finger) but we’re gonna get a couple parting ouchies as a souvenir at the end a là Becca’s resting place visit.

Religion Lyrics (HL @ Billy):

Can we say goodbye to, to the lies you told

You know I’m wiser, I’ve been here before

I believed your stories, at least the blind in me

You gave my eyes what they wanted to see

I’ve lost my reality

I’ve lost everything in me […]

You act like a God and you’re trying too hard but I need it

I was once a believer

Now I’m back to believing

I’m trying to be smart with a stake through the heart but I feel it

Turning into addiction

Praying in your religion […]

Future doesn’t matter

I'd give it up for you

Even though I know that you’d never do

You know your power and I know it too

I’ll end up in fire, burning with you

Dancing in the Sky Lyrics (Billy @ Becca):

Tell me, what does it look like in heaven?

Is it peaceful? Is it free like they say?

Does the sun shine bright forever?

Have your fears and your pain gone away?

'Cause here on Earth it feels like everything

Good is missing since you left

And here on Earth, everything's different

There's an emptiness […]

I hope you're dancing in the sky

And I hope you're singing in the angel's choir

And I hope the angels know what they have

I'll bet it's so nice up in Heaven since you arrived

So tell me, what do you do up in Heaven?

Are your days filled with love and light?

Is there music? Is there art and adventure?

Tell me are you happy? Are you more alive?

50) Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

HMMMM. Since the ball is in my court, I’ll answer 49) What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it! I tweeted a screenshot of TNotG ch1 - scene II yesterday night but I can give y’all a longer preview of a couple lines from my new QT:

Look forward to The Name of the Game being posted to AO3 on September 2023! Presently exposition scenes I-II (which total 38 pages, with scene I essentially being a speedrun to catch readers who are unfamiliar with these characters and the fandom up to speed whereas scene II is laying out all the story foreshadowings and as many Chekov Guns as I can reasonably shove in for now) are completely done and edited; I’m now trying to get to the finish line of scene III which is the more…exciting part of the three scenes (where dragon!Billy, our transmigrated black-bellied scumbag ML, meets knight!Homelander, our black-bellied scumbag shou, for the first time) before I can give an advanced notice on my socials of the week it’ll probably be posted. ✌️

[sparatus]

11, 16, 26 and 40 for the fic writer asks pls?

yessss thank you!!

writer asks

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

hfsdlfh i dont read fic very often but let's go digging. gonna challenge myself to find some NOT written by my friends cause otherwise it's too hard to pick favorites :lmao:

No Love, No Comfort by NoCoincidence [Stellaris] is a "i dont go here but this fucks severely" stellaris fanfic that @lightspeedpowerpunk recced me a while back and i inhaled the whole thing in one go, it's about an emergent AI that learns to be aggressive and eradicate organic life as an act of self-defense because its creators tried to kill it first and oh my god it's just so fucking good trust me

To Ourselves and Our Posterity [Mass Effect, orphaned fic] is an old favorite, shakarian childhood friends au where hannah dies and leaves custody of young jane to cnclr sparatus, it was never finished and im obviously no longer onboard with the hannah/sparatus among other aspects but it was one of the first fics i ever read that cast sparky in a genuinely kinder more sympathetic light and honestly i would love to give rewriting it a shot it has a spot in my heart forever

The Wedding Crashers by DasMervin, MrsHyde [Twilight Saga, Supernatural] is a spitefic originally posted on livejournal moved over to ao3 to dodge lj's posting limits, leah clearwater has broken free of jacob's shitty awful pack that's shitty to her and fucked off to go hunt sparklepires, unfortunately renesmee's wedding to jacob turns up and she's forced to attend so she brings the winchester brothers. shenanigans ensue. it's tongue-in-cheek and one of my favorite fun goofy rereads just trust me bro

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

well right now i'm thinking about a short "same scene, different pov" thing for the climax of itlog feat. garrus and tasora, mostly for the comedy of running into garrus's parents (because of course castis got an invite to the anniversary gala, and asadia isn't a frail delicate thing that will shatter if she thinks about leaving the house castis vakarian of course they should go don't try to use her condition as an excuse to be a recluse), because naturally garrus HAD to latch onto the ONE person in the whole embassy who would think his dad's nerdy poindexter routine is attractive

tasora, comfortable enough around garrus to go a little feral: hey blue guess what garrus, literally just got back from not dying horribly on omega: if you say my dad is kind of a dilf i'm walking into traffic

26. Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

blood in the water? blood in the water. it's got half-mad cyborg salarians, it's got batarian worldbuilding, it's got transformers expies, it's got balak, it's got hegemony conspiracy bullshit, what more do you want from me

40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

i mean ok i know the cool dramatic action scenes and climax bits are always what people want to see art of but honestly i think my strength is more the somber poignant moments that are quiet but still carry all the weight - The Man in the Mask would be a really good one that i'd love to see art of, with all the symbolism of desolas hiding in the shadows and valis only just able to see a small piece of the whole, or on a similar note ch2 of The Weight of Memory has some really good imagery with the arterius clan watching the sunset from the porch while they talk about the horrors of war, esp this bit:

“We’re ninety, Val.” Desolas didn’t get up, just faced forward and settled his elbows on his knees and chin on his clasped hands. Trebia had fallen low enough to kiss the tops of the trees far across the yard, and as its rays traced over the crags and cracks in his brother’s face, Saren could almost see the ghosts of the man he’d met above Shanxi tracing their hands over his plates once more. Shadows turned to bruises, old scars glittered blue, a weary half-lidded eye swelled shut, teeth disappeared from bloody gums. “We haven’t been young in a long time.”

.... basically any of my shit with the arterius bros, huh. especially desolas. be kind to my big brother he's been through a lot he can have some beautiful but melancholy imagery

[paalove]

NOT ME FIC MASTERPOST

tumblr prompts: (ao3 link)

gramyok flirting while black seethes, 159 words

nuchgene friendship ep 7 coda, 336 words.

danyok angst, 490 words.

what if it wasn't todd who found white tied up? 125 words.

post-canon gramblack fluff, 462 words.

gram pov post-ep-10 twin reveal, cracky, 834 words.

black pov ep 11, 647 words.

russian mafia-connected white, 344 words.

brother-in-law postcanon sean+black, 220 words.

gramblack with pining black, 898 words.

the note is for black au, gramblack, 689 words.

gone series fusion, seanwhite+gen, 999 words.

NOT ME PROMPT MONTH - tumblr, twitter, ao3

ao3 one-offs:

walking on an edge (that's how i stay alive) - oneshot, 2225 words. au twin reveal where the whole gang sees them together. seanwhite. (original shorter tumblr version here)

now they're going to bed (and my stomach is sick) - oneshot, 2552 words. canon divergence au, cockblock black, seanwhite.

dreams i've borrowed - oneshot, 1683 words. post ep 9 fixit, seanwhite.

get that shit inside your head - oneshot, 1341 words. friends-nearly to lovers, canon divergence au, background gramblack focused on nuchgene.

(i'll be on the way) like a bat out of hell - 2/2 chapters, 4380 words. the insane four post ep 10 fixits i wrote in the four hours after the episode aired, i was DISTRAUGHT 😅. seanwhite.

don't need poltergeists for sidekicks - oneshot, 2145 words. ep 11 fixit. seanwhite

patiently burning - oneshot, 2084 words. black-centric ep 12 fixit, gen.

'cause i still am (and i still do) - oneshot, 1113 words. me shoving black into the van rescue scene because i love him. gen.

answers to questions (you didn't know to ask) - oneshot, 1005 words. eugene actually getting to have a reaction to revelations. background seanwhite, gen.

when it breaks (something you can't shake) - oneshot, 1560 words. black and gram are kidnapped, and gram is injured. gramblack.

you're in the race (to watch the roots corrode) - oneshot, 1225 words. NOT ME WEEK DAY 1 - "what was your plan b?" pre-seanwhite.

but it's much too late (when the storm decays) - oneshot, 1229 words. NOT ME WEEK DAY 2 - outsider pov. seanwhite.

it comforts me much more (fix your heart) - oneshot, 1629 words. NOT ME WEEK DAY 3 - body swap au. pre-seanwhite.

antihero (you look stressed out) - oneshot, 1010 words. NOT ME WEEK DAY 4 - "don't move." gen, black-centric.

you must build an altar where it rests - oneshot, 1027 words. NOT ME WEEK DAY 5 - "when did you notice?" danyok.

let it flood, let it flood, let it wash away - oneshot, 3643 words. NOT ME WEEK DAY 6 - fake relationship au. namogene.

take his body as a relic to be canonized - oneshot, 3137 words. NOT ME WEEK DAY 7 - time loop au. toddblack.

let's dream out loud - 2/2 chapters, 2848 words. didn't know we were dating trope, gramblack. (tumblr ch1, ch2)

you can sleep in a coffin - oneshot, 1000 words. uwma fusion, seanwhite. (original shorter tumblr version here)

rock away this feeling for me - oneshot, 2610 words. 5+1 hugs, seanwhite. (original tumblr version here)

we are the rust upon your gears - oneshot, 2941 words. mission+aftermath fic. explicit, seanwhite.

inside the warm embracing air - oneshot, 2636 words. ropes and piercings, explicit, seanwhite. (original tumblr version here)

feeling helpless to the tide (we fight this war on different sides) - 4/4 chapters, 2049 words. genderswapped ust between seanwhite, toddblack, seanblack, and toddwhite.

world above the ground - oneshot, 3116 words. white and the girls friendship fic, au twin reunion, implied future seanwhite. gen.

and my strings are digging in - oneshot, 1062 words. post-canon short with white getting hurt so sean won't go to prison. seanwhite. (original tumblr version here)

unlocked doors and windows cracked - oneshot, 1446 words. just before canon, black got some information on todd that was so dangerous todd needed to take drastic action. maybe that involved them fucking in the hot tub; here's some speculation. toddblack.

burning up together, baby - oneshot, 1115 words. postcanon gang hangouts! some seanwhite, some blackyok, mostly gen.

found a world worth dying for - oneshot, 1068 words. sean whump in which sean, over a day after some vague incident, stumbles back to the garage covered in blood. white takes care of him. seanwhite.

places inside me that i find you (leave me at the roadside) - oneshot, 25 words. 5+1 fic about sean, yok, and marks. some seanwhite, some more danyok, but mostly sean&yok.

ao3 multichapters:

fall out of the heavens/crawl up from under. 22/22 chapters, 47279 words. the blond!white fic. seanwhite and gramblacknuch

WIP - shape you like an ocean (come alive or come undone) - 16/17 chapters, 21466 words. post-van pre epilogue-y bits, blackyok. (original tumblr prompt here)

still lurk on distant foreign shores - 4/4 chapters, 6027 words. continuation of the mafia!white prompt above, seanwhite.

WIP - bone-dry, bloodshot eyes - 2/? chapters, 4371 words. au where everything's already gone as wrong as possible before white even finds them. character death in backstory. seanwhiteyok.

ao3 series:

i won't cross these streets until you hold my hand: au where sean finds white on facebook by mistake while white still lives in russia, comes up to the start of the canon timeline. total words: 38778.

are we just getting more lost - oneshot, 695 words. pre-seanwhite

i'll show you mine if you show me yours first - 3/3 chapters, 4179 words. pre-seanwhite, other background ships.

the part where the needle skips - 6/6 chapters, 13602 words. developing seanwhite, other background ships.

conspiring by candlelight (shine your light on me) - 4/4 chapters, 20302 words. seanwhite, background toddblack, gramblack, and namonuch.

(garage) of wolves: au where the garage gang are a werewolf pack. total words: 48612.

innocence for days - 7/7 chapters, 7045 words.

you see me creeping up these halls - 5/5 chapters, 41567 words. seanwhite.

you stole my heart but i had it first. established relationship gramblack canon divergence au. total words: 3889.

i dug this pain into my chest - oneshot, 1347 words. established relationship, canon divergence gramblack. (tumblr post here)

you and i drove off the darkest streets - 3/3 chapters, 5040 words. black tries to figure out wtf white has been up to, sean tries to stop him. gramblack, seanwhite. (tumblr)

i will die in this place. uwma fusion fic, total words: 5713.

you can sleep in a coffin - oneshot, 1000 words. the fated couple make eye contact (and so do the non-fated couple).

sometimes you scrape and sink so low - 2/2 chapters, 2101 words. some revelations about how their past selves died, and some meetings. pre-seanwhite, pre-????black.

but honey, what're you gonna do? - 2/2 chapters, 2610 words. car rides, rain, and couples starting to fall together pre-seanwhite, pre-gramblacktodd.

bitter years since i've been seeing - 3/3 chapters, 3238 words. more revelations about their past selves - and who one of them was related to. pre-seanwhite.

[sevengraces]

The Heroes Journey (To Find A Home)

ch1, ch2, You, ch4, ch5, ch6, ch7, ch8, ch9, ch10, ch11, Title Card

AO3 Link

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Growing boys need sleep, unfortunately Techno has neglected to inform anyone of his status as a growing boy. Wilbur is not live laugh love-ing this right now.

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CW's- Emotional Conversations Swearing Breaking/Entering Wilbur being a nosy bitch Miscommunication/secrets as a plot device Mild panic attacks Chat References/threats of violence Vague references to past trauma Cultural miscommunications Blushing/embarrassment That should be it, but again let me know what I missed. Underlined and in quotes is spoken in piglin

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Chapter 3- Chekhovs’ Firing Squad 

    Technoblade woke silently and quickly, glancing around with a panicked awareness.

    Chat rose with him;

    Up

    Technolate

    Danger!

    Guests!

    Techno shook the sleep from his head and masked his movements under the general noise that comes with living beings. His bedroom was second furthest from the base entrance and exit, with only his storage room behind him. His crafting table and main chests were in the entrance hallway. His mask was in there too.

    Nobody had entered the bedroom but Techno didn’t untense as the voices continued to mutter, hesitant from sleep to call for blood quite yet.

    Something heavy fell in the other room and a whispered swear followed. It was Wilbur.

    “Hey Tech? You there?” the man in question called out nervously.

    Technoblade chuffed under his breath, “Yeah!” He cut off at the unexpected higher tones of piglin and rubbed at his face before forcing his way into overworld, adding on the gravel and low notes, “I- yes. What’re you doin’ here?”

    Chat mocked him;

    Little pig forgot how small he was!

    He’s so squeaky!!

    Wilbur’s gonna know

    Technolate

    “I was just uh, can we talk?” Wilbur called in from the main room, steps getting closer to the bedroom.

    The piglin boy panicked and dove behind his bed, “Stop!” he called frantically, word cracking down the middle. “D- don’t come in! Stay out there!” the child smacked his head repeatedly and whispered to himself, “Godsdamnit, damnit, damnit, gods-fucking-damnit!”

    The steps stopped their approach.

    Techno huffed in air loudly and anxiously with his head resting against the bed frame as he continued to swear at himself in piglin.

    “Uhm, you, you good in there Techno?” Wilbur called through the door.

    Chat rumbled in agitation, they were apparently awake enough for blood at this point.

    Not safe

    Run!

    No! Attack him!

    He knows.

    Get your mask runt!

    Techno fidgeted in place for a moment, “M’fine. Whaddya need?”

    Wilbur glanced around the base and hummed distractedly, “I’ll, uh, I’ll be honest with ya Blade, you’re being kinda weird right now. So are you uh, sure that you’re good?”

    He won’t let up till you explain.

    Make him leave

    None of his business

    Tell him!

    The boy sighed heavily, “I, um, I’m fine it’s just you uh, I wasn’t expecting you? I was pretty sure you didn’t uh, know where this was so that’s uh cool. I just-” he cut himself off with another sigh and deliberated for a heavy moment, “My mask is in the other room Wilbur.”

    Wilbur looked around with more focus, sure enough the hoglin skull was resting on the crafting table by the door. “Oh! Right, of course you wouldn’t wear it at home or whatever.”

    Techno hummed in agreement, “Yuh, so I kinda need it? Can’t exactly help you without it.”

    Wilbur tilted his head, “I uh, kinda figured you wore that for the intimidation to be honest, but I guess we’ve never really seen your face before. You shy Tech?” he forced out a laugh.

    The boy hid his uncomfortably red face in his hands before carefully replying, “Something like that. So can you uh, back up and let me grab it or..?”

    “Oh yeah, of course! I’ll go stand by the entrance, back turned and all.” Wilbur headed towards the door and turned his back to the rest of the room, “You’re not gonna stab me or anything right?” he laughed again, “Cause that’d be kinda awkward.”

    He waited until Wil’s voice was heard from the other side of the small base and inched the door open, “Why would I do that?” Technoblade replied absentmindedly as he just barely glanced around the door, “S’not like you’re gonna look right?”

    Wilbur nodded quickly and kept his eyes on the entrance.

    Techno grabbed the mask and slipped it over his head with a little too much force, nearly slamming it into his tusks, “M’good. What did you need?”

    The man turned slowly and cautiously glanced at the hybrid, sighing once he saw the mask securely on. “Right, I didn’t really need anything. I mostly wanted to talk to you for a minute. Do you have the time?”

    Techno tilted his head and gave Wilbur a quick once over.

    The man wasn’t visibly injured and he was dressed in his usual attire, all the way up to the beanie. He was twitching with his hands and avoiding eye contact. He looked a little more centered in the eyes than he had yesterday in the pit, but there was still that mild touch of mania that followed him like a spirit.

    “Depends on how long it’ll take, but I’ve always got a minute for my uh, fearless allies.” the boy cringed over the last words as he responded.

    “Right, it shouldn’t take long just uh,” the man trailed off and seemed to square his shoulders, “are you gonna hold yesterday against Tommy?”

    He bit down a scowl, “What do you care? You clean up all his messes?”

  �� Wilbur glanced sharply at the bitterness in his tone, “No,” he began slowly, “it’s just that he’s a kid, y’know? I need to know if it’s gonna be a problem.”

    Chat roared from within the boys’ skull;

    How dare he!

    Blood!

    He should be making sure Tommy will mind himself!

    Blood for the insult!

    Blood for the blood god!

    Technoblade winced at the screaming in his skull, “I am not the one who broke etiquette Wilbur. I followed the rules.” his reply came out more petulant and whiny than venomous.

    The man stared at the piglin hybrid for a long moment, puzzling over the reaction. “I know Technoblade, he broke the rules and you gave him mercy. I’m just wondering if that mercy has an expiration date, that’s all.”

    Techno bristled, “It wasn’t mercy. There isn’t any mercy!” the boy choked down a snarl, “If I was going to kill a runt with no thought then I would’ve done that. I released him, what else is wanted?” he stumbled over the language in his anger.

    Wilbur had shrunk back at the yelling, and finally answered, “I- okay. I don’t want anything from you Techno, I was just checking, ‘cause he really didn’t know.”

    “Ignorance has never earned anyone sympathy Wilbur, you of all people should know that.” Technoblade shook his head and calmed himself before muttering out a bitter, “Don’t try to lie to me.”

    “I didn’t! What would I even lie about, he really didn’t know.” Wilbur snapped.

    And the voices laughed,

    You messed up~

    Silly little runt, letting his insecurities blind him!

    Poor little thing, moaning about honesty from behind a mask of bone.

    Blood for dishonesty, even from yourself

    Techno chewed his lip agitatedly until he split it enough to bleed slowly and rambled at the Chat in piglin under his breath before replying in overworld once more, “Never-mind. Yes I won’t do anything to him, he has been released. He is a dishonorable child but that will be his only consequence.”

    Wilbur raised an eyebrow, “No. Tell me what I lied about.”

    Chat laughed again at the piglin’s misery, satiated by the blood for now.

    The boy flicked his ears and turned away, “It doesn’t matter Wilbur, you’ve overstayed your welcome.”

    “No, tell me! I need to know if it’s gonna be an issue Blade, and if it’s nothing then I can just explain it. I’ll leave once you tell me.”

    He barely flinched, “Nothing is going to be an issue Wilbur Soot, though I would caution pushing my patience much further.” the pig replied tersely.

    Wilbur smirked, “C’mon, I’m a lot of things but not usually a liar Tech! What did I lie about? Why wouldn’t you want me to know hmm?” the man began to pace the length of the room. “Let’s see; I checked about the conditions of Tommy’s release and you reassured there were none except the inherent consequence of lost trust, I restated that he didn’t know and that I wasn’t asking for anything,” the man watched closely for a reaction even though the mask hid most of it. It didn’t hide his ears though. “Ah ha!” he crowed victoriously, “You didn’t call me a liar until after I said that I didn’t want anything from you!”

    Chat laughed raucously at the easy betrayal of his intentions and emotions.

    Techno went red under his mask and hissed at the Chat in piglin once more, “Shut up! S’not important!” before snapping at Wilbur, “Get out.”

    Wilbur slowed down his excitement, “Why would that be a lie though?”

    The boy tensed where he stood and glared, “Get out.”

    “Why is that a lie Blade? Why would you hide it?”

    He flinched at the name and his shoulders rose up towards his ears and he grit his teeth, “I am not one of your little projects for you to puzzle at Wilbur Soot. You got what you wanted so get out of my house before I make you.”

    Wilbur cocked his head, “You could’ve made me leave anytime now Tech. Tell me.”

    Technoblade ground his teeth together and barely muttered, out a terse  “Of course you wan’ something from me Soot. I’m not an idiot.”

    “But I d-” Wilbur hesitated, “I guess I do want something from you huh,”

    Tech released a resigned sigh and forced out, “We have satisfaction?”

    Wilbur cocked his head again, “Uh, I guess? This isn’t a fight Technoblade, there isn’t any grievance or anything.”

    Techno bared his teeth at his inability to communicate, “Are you done wanting my answers? Are you done?”

    The man grimaced as he realized that he had pushed so hard that the pig was having trouble translating, “My bad, uh sorry Blade. I only meant, I don't want ya to do anything with Tommy, the other stuff is implied.”

    He still didn’t manage to hide as he flinched away from the name.

    Wilbur still didn’t manage to understand it.

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#5

Sneak Peak of Dream a Little Dream Of Me Ch2

Fic Summary:

Headed for Whitmore College in the fall, Elena is meant to be enjoying the best summer of what promises to be a very long life as she soaks up every sun-drenched moment of it.

She's so free of romantic entanglements that a blinking neon sign over her head could advertize: single and ready to mingle. And for the first time since junior year, she isn't being forced to deal with psychotic vampires, devious doppelgängers, megalomaniac hybrids, and unhinged immortals with a two-thousand-year bone to pick.

Everything should be perfect.

But then why is she having the strangest dreams about a certain Original…?

Ch2 Sneak Peak:

She was in the house in Reidsville. The derelict dwelling where she had met Rose, and Trevor, and…

Elijah. 

Taking a precursory glance at herself, she easily noticed that she was in the same clothes as that fateful day. The pastel pink Henley with the delicate lace camisole underneath. Straight denim jeans. Her trusty pair of scuffed Converse. The once familiar weight of Rebekah’s necklace dipping into the valley between her breasts. Falling down her shoulders was her straight, heavy, and nearly waist-length hair; just as it had been when she was seventeen and in the fight of her life. Even smeared onto her sleeve was the tacky splotch of dried blood from her misadventure of being linked to a vindictive Katherine. 

Talk about a walk down memory lane…

“Hello there.”

Gasping in startled fright, Elena whirled around so quickly that her hair slapped her in the face when she came to an abrupt halt. Her hand was raised to her chest as her heart wildly rattled inside her rib cage. Her eyes narrowed into a heated glare at the sight of an all too familiar face. 

“You sure seem to enjoy sneaking up on me like some kind of stalker,” she peevishly spat out. 

Adopting an easy stance, with his hands loosely tucked into the pockets of his trousers, he only raised an eyebrow. “We all have to make our own entertainment somehow.” 

“Someone ought to put a bell on you,” she muttered vehemently under her breath, knowing he could hear her perfectly even from across the spacious room. A flash of finespun delight was there and gone from his eyes in only a few seconds. Mapping his expression, she roughly tugged on her shirtsleeve. “Let me guess: even if someone could pin a bell on you, you’d still be infuriatingly silent, and a major creep on top of that.” 

“To be fair,” he placidly countered, seemingly not bothered at all by her prickly scorn. “I’ve had many years to hone my ‘stalker’ skills, as you so eloquently termed them.” 

And honed them, he had. Even now, with him half-hidden in gloomy shadows and attired in the same black-on-black ensemble he had worn the day they met, she could almost feel the predator inside him swimming so very close to the surface of the gentility he wore as easily as his bespoke suits. It immediately took her back to that momentous encounter that changed the course of her life. 

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8 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

#4

Ch2 of Dream a Little Dream Of Me

Fic Summary:

Headed for Whitmore College in the fall, Elena is meant to be enjoying the best summer of what promises to be a very long life as she soaks up every sun-drenched moment of it.

She's so free of romantic entanglements that a blinking neon sign over her head could advertize: single and ready to mingle. And for the first time since junior year, she isn't being forced to deal with psychotic vampires, devious doppelgängers, megalomaniac hybrids, and unhinged immortals with a two-thousand-year bone to pick.

Everything should be perfect.

But then why is she having the strangest dreams about a certain Original…?

Chapter Summary:

“Back to the beginning, huh?” She could have patted herself on the back for keeping her voice level and contained as she spoke. No one could have guessed how flustered she truly felt as it pooled in her stomach and swept like a bushfire across her skin. 

“So it seems,” he drawled, as he also took the time to diligently survey their decrepit surroundings. His hair, long as it had been when they had first made the other’s acquaintance, fell across his forehead and into his eyes.

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9 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

#3

Ch1 of Dream a Little Dream Of Me

Summary:

Headed for Whitmore College in the fall, Elena is meant to be enjoying the best summer of what promises to be a very long life as she soaks up every sun-drenched moment of it.

She's so free of romantic entanglements that a blinking neon sign over her head could advertize: single and ready to mingle. And for the first time since junior year, she isn't being forced to deal with psychotic vampires, devious doppelgängers, megalomaniac hybrids, and unhinged immortals with a two-thousand-year bone to pick.

Everything should be perfect.

But then why is she having the strangest dreams about a certain Original…?

Read Ch1 Here

11 notes - Posted May 22, 2022

#2

which do you prefer more, staron or winter13 ?

Hmm. Good question! That's a tricky one. Obviously, I was completely ride and die for Staron...and then Endgame happened and Steve went back in time to be with Peggy. Talk about the disrespect. That put a damper on my shipper feelings. I've read some fanfic that has tried to walk it back or be a fix it fic, and while some of them are really well written I just can't find them satisfactorily because Steve choosing Peggy over Sharon is just unforgivable.

In the lead up to TFATWS I was really excited for the prospect of Winter13. And I definitely saw some potential/chemistry in the few scenes they shared during the show. But then they made Sharon the Power Broker and completely decimated her character. I don't care if she turns out to be a Skrull or she's undercover for Fury, the damage has been done. They took everything great about Sharon and stripped it all away to make her into a villain. The worst part, she's not even a competent villain. She led Bucky/Sam right to her golden goose serum guy and got him killed. She lost total control over the Flag Smashers. She lost the last bit of super-soldier serum that was out there. Like, if you're gonna make her a villain, at least make her an evil mastermind. Not...whatever she was in TFATWS.

Really, it's just rough being a Sharon fan. Compound that with the fact that my overall interest in the MCU has waned greatly in the last year or two. I guess I prefer Staron when it was in its prime - which was the CATWS/CACW era.

18 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Upcoming Elejah Fic Sneakpeak 

Fic Title: Dream a Little Dream Of Me

Summary: A TVD AU set after the end of season four. Freshly graduated from high school and preparing to head to college in the fall, Elena is meant to be having the best summer of her life. But then why is she having strange dreams about a certain Original...?

He looked… Just as he had the day he lured her into the woods and trapped her in the underground caves with his spiteful sister. The devastating day he had used her as the unwitting leverage to force the compliance of the Salvatores in acting against Esther’s murderous scheme. 

Blinking away long past grievances, Elena turned her head to thoughtfully regard the tranquil scenery. What had he once told her about his home? Back when, before catastrophe struck, they had taken a stroll together beneath the rustling leaves of the forest canopy? The nearby waterfall. Wild horses and an indigenous village…

“This is Mystic Falls, isn’t it?” she breathlessly deduced. “This is what it looked like when you were human.” 

Human. That was something Elijah hadn’t been in more than a thousand years. She was looking at Mystic Falls a millennium ago as if she was some kind of intrepid traveler bouncing back through time and space. Great Scott, indeed. 

An appreciative gleam flashed through his eyes at how quickly her brain had puzzled it out. He tilted his chin in answer before looking out and surveying the wide, open lands that had once been his stomping grounds before vampires were the stuff of legends, movies, and insanely popular teen novels. Raising his hand, he pointed a long, elegant finger off to the distance. 

“Beyond that ridge is the village that my family and I called home.” 

Following his pointer, she gazed where he directed her before softly sighing in pleasure as she looked over the terrain. “It’s so gorgeous here. It must have been an amazing place to grow up.” 

Glancing down at her, the corner of his mouth quirked up into the slightest of grins. “It was.” 

In one, graceful swoop, he was sitting beside her with an instinctual ease to his every movement. Even in a restrictive suit, one that seemed more appropriate for a board meeting on Wall Street, everything about him was completely natural and poised; as if he routinely took in the scenery of the great outdoors while in designer threads. For all she knew, maybe he did. Who could guess what his hobbies were? What did an Original do with his free time? What interested him? 

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23 notes - Posted May 21, 2022

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black cats & magic caps iii. the winter blues

pairing. ignis/noctis words. 1630 tags. alternative universe - witchcraft, developing friendships, food porn, first meetings, magical realism, established relationship story summary. Ignis doesn’t ask for much. A quiet, unbothered existence, quality ingredients for a fair price, all the kitchen appliances to function as promised, and for the daemons to have the courtesy to leave him alone when he’s in the middle of a spell. Fortunately, he has Noctis for that. And even more fortunate, when the price for his protection nearly costs him that which he holds dearest, he has people who look out for Noctis, too.

chapter summary. Ignis doesn't have the cure for what ails Noctis, but he does have soup.

note: I originally conceived this story as an ignyxnoct threesome as a challenge with my friend, @aithilin! But after recently finishing my other witchy threesome fic, Secret Ingredients, I thought that I'd give Nyx a break from witch practice, slightly rework this story's plot, and focus a little more on ignoct by themselves, as well as the other chocobros! I have some fluff, some fun, and some frights in mind so, I hope you enjoy!

Wholesome Seafood Chowder for Warming Winter, by Ignis (unnecessary alliteration)

INGREDIENTS

3 cups of seafood stock, boxed or homemade (insert link here)

1 cup of clam juice, preferably from canned clams

4 slices of bacon, diced finely

1 large white onion, diced

2 stalks of celery, diced

1 clove of garlic, minced

1 chicken bouillon cube

4 tablespoons of fresh thyme

1 cup of heavy cream

1 cup of canned clams

STEP ONE

Prepare Ingredients

It bears reminding, for beginner cooks especially, to clean, cut, and measure one’s ingredients all in advance of ever igniting the stove. “Mise en place,” translated to “everything in its place,” is a cook’s most vital, yet always unspoken weapon in their culinary arsenal (find less militant analogy). Cut bacon, onion, celery, and garlic. De-stem thyme. Measure stock, clam juice, and cream. Set aside clams. (Add refrigeration reminder?)

STEP TWO

Sauté

Warm soup pot over medium-high. Once hot, add bacon and fry until just crisp. Add onion and celery and sauté until soft, up to seven minutes. Add garlic and let cook for one minute.

STEP THREE

Simmer

Pour seafood stock into pot, and the clam juice. Add bouillon cube, thyme, and pepper to taste. For once, salt may not be necessary here. Between the bacon and stock, your soup should be plenty salty. Do not over salt, or your chowder will taste like the Cygillan Ocean. (too casual here?) Let simmer for at least half an hour. Longer simmer times will not hurt the recipe. If you have the time, two hours for best results.

STEP FOUR

Finish & serve

Pour heavy cream into soup and simmer until thickened. Add clams to be warmed through. Do not cook canned clams! They already are cooked and will become rubbery! Serve soup to those in need of warmth as the chilly winter months set in. Best for fortifying the spirits and lending hardiness to those frequently subjected to the cold. Few things make the home more welcoming to return to than one permeated with the flavors of a promised stew.

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Starker Smut: The Daily Life of a Stark Heir [3/6]

Merry Christmas and happy holidays! 🎉🎁🎄

Hope you're all having a great day and are safe and warm 💗 I told myself I wouldn't post until I have the next chapter done but I really wanted to release this early 🎁

Summary: Peter Stark, the Heir to Stark Industries, gets called in for an emergency board meeting.

Notes: Omegaverse, starkercest, alpha Tony Stark, Omega Peter Parker, intersex omegas, vaginal sex, anal sex, creampie, knotting, free use, somnophilia, kitchen sex

New Notes: blowjobs, oral knotting, cockwarming, exhibitionism

WC: 2014 (AO3 Link)

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He gives his dad a peck on the cheek before running off to class. The omega carries with him the heavy scent of his father and that's how he likes it. The scent warns away other unwanted alphas and boasts of his dad as a powerful alpha, virile and powerful, to other omegas.

Everyone knows who his father is though but the deeply embedded scent is just another way to rub it in.

Then for the next few hours, the only thing on his mind are the lectures, assignments, and the random silly memes Ned sends him interspersed throughout. He's entirely focused and only has to excuse himself once when he feels the trickle of his father's come start to wet his underwear.

Even then, it only takes him a minute to clean up in the bathroom and he's back in his seat shortly after.

He expects to spend a quiet hour in the library and get started on an assignment when a text comes in.

Boss Lady (12:33 PM)

Hey Pete, the board called an "emergency" meeting and you know how Tony gets in those. Think you can swing by if I send Happy to get you?

Peter winces at how dumb those board members can get but he's not surprised.

His dad has a gala tonight and whenever his dad has one of those, there's always the alphas on the board that want to give him a hard time. Throw a gala, have an "emergency" that requires his dad's attention. It's like clockwork and it's entirely unnecessary.

Bottom line, they just want to waste his dad's time because of his decision in making his omega son his heir.

Not all omegas are lucky to have their alpha parent fighting for them to take over as CEO of a multi billion company. So this is one of those things that falls under his responsibilities. Peter needs to fulfill his duties as Tony Stark's one and only heir and he'll do it with a smile.

So of course, Peter shoots Pepper a confirmation that he'll be there. Not even five minutes later, Happy's picking him up and it feels even shorter than that when he walks into the conference room just as the board members settle into their seats.

Despite not expecting him, his father gives him a toothy grin and pats his lap. The board members fall silent, displeased.

Peter ignores them and saunters over, his scent unfurling in the room full of red faced alphas. He settles in his alpha's warm lap with a cheeky smile. Already, he can feel his dad's cock perking up, pushing against his pants and seeking the warmth of Peter's body.

He kisses his dad and when Tony swipes his tongue between his lips, he lets out an audible moan. It's just loud enough to be heard by the rest of the room.

"Pete, how was class?" Tony says when he pulls away. He's delaying the meeting and it's his power to do so.

The other alphas are impatient but with Peter there, they know that his father won't even bother pretending to care about what they have to say. They're just grumpy that their plans are now ruined. Instead of low-key berating his father for an hour, they'll have to sit there and pretend not to notice Peter taking care of his dad.

"I have another one at 3," he tells his dad as though he hadn't already known.

Tony nods, "We'll keep this short then."

Peter smiles in gratitude. Inwardly, he mentally sticks his tongue out at the SI board.

"Let's get started then," Tony says. He gives Peter's ass a brief squeeze before he looks pointedly at the cushion on the floor.

Peter knows his duty.

The omega obediently slips to his knees and settles on the comfortable cushion. He pays no mind as the alphas start to talk since he trusts his dad to take care of any issues they bring up.

Peter's only responsibility is his father's hardening alpha cock.

By the time he takes his dad's cock out of his pants, it's already half hard and getting even harder with his touch. He gives it a few firm strokes just like his father likes and he makes sure to focus on the sensitive underside of the glans. Under his care, his dad's cock swells to its full impressive size and the slit starts weeping thick drops of precome.

It's only then that Peter leans forward and opens his mouth. While the board members are trying to dissuade his father, trying to make him name another alpha as his heir, Tony's son starts sucking his cock. They don't even pretend to lead into it. He can hear the reasons being presented even while he's focused on swirling his tongue around his dad's cockhead.

For that reason, Peter makes sure to make this blowjob extra messy. It's no hardship for him to suck loudly or to make sure his drool drips all along the length so that the wet sucking sounds mix in with the alphas' voices. It even turns him on a bit, makes his cocklet push against his own pants, to hear the filthy sounds his mouth makes as he sucks and licks to his heart's content.

"Mm…" Peter moans when his dad slips his fingers into his curls. A high pitched yelp cuts through all the noise when his dad's grip tightens and he shoves Peter's face down towards his groin.

Peter has been trained to take his daddy's cock but even he gags at the sudden intrusion into his mouth. He regains control of his muscles, forcing them to relax so that his dad's alpha cock slips to the back. His daddy is a true alpha, all intimidating length and girth, big enough to make any omega cry.

It's only Peter's familiarity with his daddy's cock that makes deepthroating bearable. He's been trained well, after all, and he's learned how to take all of it. He's had to if he wants to take his daddy's knot in his mouth and Peter's always been the ambitious sort. Probably a trait from his father.

"Guh… ugh…!" Peter gurgles around his dad's cock, tears beading at the corners of his eyes.

His lips drag up and down the hard length guided by his dad's grip. More spit wets his daddy's cock even though Peter tries so hard to keep the seal of his mouth tight around the now slippery flesh.

For the first time since the start, his daddy looks down at him gagging on his cock and Tony gives him an approving nod. His eyes are dark with hunger and Peter knows that the only reason why he hasn't been hauled up and bent over the table is because of their audience.

It's not that it'd be a faux pas for Tony to fuck his son in front of the SI board members. His father just doesn't want to give them that treat. Those dirty perverted alphas would no doubt drool over Peter's young body being fucked open, no matter how much they disapprove of him being Heir.

They don't deserve to see him, his father has often declared. It's Peter's duty to take his father whenever and wherever so he doesn't care if Tony we're to fuck him right here and now.

It's not his choice, though, so he lets it pass.

When Tony pulls him off his erection, Peter makes sure to keep his hands tugging on his father's spit wet cock to keep him hard. His father's musk fills his nose and he pants, tongue lolling out.

His daddy can't help the temptation and shoves his thumb in Peter's mouth.

Peter sucks on it like he would his cock, swirling his tongue around the finger and closing his pink lips around the joint.

"Good boy," Tony praises him, the pad of his thumb rubbing over the enticing surface of his tongue.

"Mr. Stark…" one of the board members try to catch his attention.

"A moment," his dad snaps at him but his eyes never leave Peter's face. His thumb slips out with a small pop and he thumbs at Peter's swollen lips. The omega kisses it, giving his daddy an innocent smile.

Silence falls upon the room, the only exception being father and son.

"My knot, Pete," Tony urges him.

He leads the omega to the base of his cock where his knot is a soft but noticeable bulge. Despite not being fully formed, it's still such a sensitive place for alphas. Because of that, his daddy shudders when Peter starts to lick around the loose skin there.

"Fuck, kid… that's it, just like how I taught you." His daddy doesn't bother to lower his voice, making it clear just what's happening.

Peter moans loud and clear at the praise. He attaches his lips to the bulge there, sucking little kisses to the soft knot.

"Fuck…" His daddy hisses, hips thrusting up. His balls push against Peter's chin and the omega adjusts himself so he can keep teasing the knot.

It drives his dad insane so when Tony pulls him up and shoves his cock back in his mouth, Peter expects it. He takes it easily and tries his best to relax his throat. Even then, it's difficult to take the entire throbbing length.

His dad's alpha cock fucks in and out of his mouth and Peter forces himself to go limp, to just let his dad take over and take his pleasure. The fullness is overwhelming but once again, Peter's training kicks in. He moans and gurgles around the thrusting length, spit and drool dripping down his chin and making a mess between his daddy's legs.

That all goes ignored. There's a feral tint to his daddy's dark eyes, pupils enlarged so there's barely any brown, as he watches Peter take his cock.

When the knot starts to bump against his lips, Peter lets go completely, becoming nothing more than a hole for his father to use. Those last few inches that Tony has to force him to take is the epitome of Peter's training. His lips stretch around the knot and the huge girth of it shoves his tongue flat in his mouth.

When his father comes, he doesn't even taste the bitter seed that floods out of his daddy's cock. It goes straight down his throat and Peter swallows load after load, tears slipping down his cheeks and eyelashes fluttering with every swallow.

"Oh, fuck, baby… That's it, sweetheart, there you go…" his daddy praises him, "Taking daddy's knot so well… Look at you, baby, your pretty lips stretched around me like a good boy…"

His dad can feel every swallow and his hips twitch minutely as though he can't help but push into the sweet warmth of his son's mouth.

"Such a good boy…" his daddy pets his hair, brushes away his tears. "You gonna keep daddy's knot nice and warm while he works?"

By now, his belly feels like it's filling up nicely. Vaguely, Peter remembers only having a bag of chips before Happy picked him up. Maybe it's good that this meeting had happened, he got a belly full of protein after all.

Peter looks up at his daddy, mouth full and eyes hazy. He's willing to do anything his daddy wants while he's floating in this come induced stupor. His daddy's cock throbs with every pulse. He wishes he could taste his daddy's come, but at least none of it is going to waste.

"Mm…" Peter answers the only way he can.

"Good boy…" his daddy praises him one last time before he turns his attention to the board.

He keeps his fingers in Peter's hair, idly petting his curls. The omega continues to nurse on his daddy's cock, suckling gently and keeping the knot cradled in his mouth.

Peter maintains his position and is lulled into a trance with his father's scent in his lungs, his dad's cock and knot in his mouth, and his belly full of come.