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shrimplyfangtastic · 30 days

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20 questions for Fic Writers!

Hi hi! My lovely friend @gamingwithsydney tagged me in her reply to this list of 20 questions for fic writers. Apologies that I'm only getting to it now! <3

Tagging others is a bit daunting, so instead I choose to tag whoever ends up stumbling upon this ^_^

1. How many works do you have posted?

Just checked, and apparently I've posted 31 works on AO3, and 1 to Tumblr, leading to an impressive total of 32! Wow, when did that happen? XD

As a oneshot writer with plenty of WIPs waiting for me, I'm sure that number will only grow higher before the year ends.

2. What is your total published word count?

Almost 14k on AO3! That's a lot more words then I imagined it would be at, to be honest.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Genshin Impact, Genshin Impact, and more Genshin Impact.

Or, that's what's posted at least. I've got a couple (read: MANY) WIPs waiting to be edited/lengthened that have been written for the Dead by Daylight, Monster High, Twisted Wonderland and Fable 2/3 fandoms.

4. What are your top five fics by Kudos on AO3?

At 37 Kudos we have Love You For Eternity an Eimiko drabble, followed by Like A Cute Stuffed Toy (36, Eimiko drabble), Romaritime (33, Part of Collei/Freminet Series), To Distant Shores (31, Part of Collei/Freminet Series) and Silver Threads Among The Night Sky (29, EiSara drabble).

My favourite from the above list would have to be Romaritime.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do reply, most often aiming to overcome my anxiousness and respond within the same day of the comment! While I write with the understanding that I am the audience I wish to reach with my works, it's nice to see that there are others out there who share the same interest in fandoms and love for characters that I do.

I like engaging with fandom to meet new people and create strong connections, so each interaction is greatly appreciated and cherished.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I like my angst endings implied rather than explicitly shown, so I think that leaves my FocaFuri drabble Her Prophecy with my angstiest ending. Typical Fontaine shenanigans, I'm afraid.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Romaritime has a happy end, I feel! Some cute but awkward interactions between Collei and Freminet. There's also my Yelan/Emilie drabbles — My favourite being Little Gift By My Pillow — which all have happy ends. I like soft Yemilie.

8. Do you get hate on your fics?

If I do, I'm unaware of it 😜 I don't really think a hateful comment or bookmark would effect me too much, honestly. As I said, I write with the additional intention of serving as my own audience, so if someone does not enjoy what I have to offer then I must kindly redirect them towards the Back button.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I don't... Yet.

There's no plan to explore smut writing anytime in the near future, but it's certainly not off the table! Ei/Kujou Sara have almost tempted me before, and smut ideas for Reaver/The Hero of Bower Lake from Fable 2 have been floating around in my mind.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don't post crossovers, but I've got a couple notes for an EPIC: The Musical/Genshin Impact series. I don't think this will be seeing the light of day for quite a while though, unfortunately. Otherwise, if I were to write other crossovers I think I'd either want to explore Descendants/Twisted Wonderland, or Dead By Daylight/Fear & Hunger.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Again, not to my knowledge XD

As far as I'm aware, my works are only available on AO3 in English. I am open to translations though, as long as I'm properly credited and informed through any of my social medias.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope. Co-writing wouldn't really suit my way of writing, but if I were somehow able to find someone who follows the same writing process as myself, I'd love to co-write a Genshin fic one day. Maybe something Collei/Freminet. Perhaps something to do with this Pirate AU idea I've had for awhile. Dunno!

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Oof, that's a difficult question! I think I'll split them by fandom, as choosing just one is much too hard.

Monster High: Kieran Valentine/Spelldon Cauldronello

Dead By Daylight: Sable Ward/Mikaela Reid

The Sims 2: Nervous Subject/Pascal Curious

Genshin Impact: Kaveh/Alhaitham or Emilie/Yelan or Layla/Kirara or Lisa/Il Dottore (Okay okay, I'll stop here!)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Either that EPIC: The Musical/Genshin Impact crossover, or the Genshin Impact Pirate AU idea. Although, now that I talk about that Pirate AU, some more ideas are coming to me... Hm... Mermaid Freminet...

16. What are your writing strengths?

My writing stamina has gotten pretty strong over the years, and I greatly cherish my ability to draw out inspiration from quite nearly anything.

I also quite like that I no longer feel an ounce of shame in my interest towards writing fanfiction, and instead embrace my creativity with welcome arms.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

As of right now, I'm pretty happy with my overall writing style. If I had to choose some things that could either be improved or be explored in another way, I think my dialogue could flow smoother? Maybe include more metaphors in descriptive scenes? I've always liked more flowery prose, so if I were to revise my own style and pick apart "weaknesses", it would be to achieve that.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't think I've written dialogue in another language, but I believe that if I were to try, I'd almost certainly need to have someone who knows the language that I could turn to and ask for help.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

My first ever fandom written piece was actually for the Creepypasta fandom over on Wattpad, back when I had a big fat crush on Eyeless Jack. While it's been taken down, I still have it saved in multiple folders so I can look back and awe at baby Shrimply's writing.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

In terms of published works, I'm rather fond of Romaritime (Collei/Freminet) and She Fears Not The Weather, She Fears Not The Sea (Eimiko).

In terms of yet-to-be-publushed works, I'm writing a oneshot that I absolutely adore on how I think Kieran and Spelldon's (Monster High) second encounter would go :D

EDIT: Haha, did I talk about Romaritime enough? :P

#Shrimply Scribbles #gamingwithsydney

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lorna-d-m · 2 years

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Chapter Eleven: Vengeance

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x Fem!OC

Summary: Captain Zemo roams the high seas thirsting for revenge, and instead, he stumbles upon the shipwrecked and left for dead Mary Spencer. As the sole survivor, Captain Zemo takes her aboard his ship, the Bloody Baron. Engaged to an English Admiral, Mary Spencer wants nothing more than to return home and live the life she was born for. That is, of course, until she realizes what life can be aboard the Bloody Baron with the Captain himself.

Word Count: 5,440

W: language, violence, drinking. With the title being vengeance I think y'all can expect some pirate revenge. Some sexual content.

A/N: I want to thank y'all for going on this journey with me! It's been a long ride, but I've thoroughly enjoyed it. There is, of course, the companion one shot collection, and you can hold me accountable to writing for it by sending in requests! I'll be making a special announcement soon for my next fic, so stay tuned!

previous chapter

Some days, Helmut and Mary never saw each other on the ship until evening. Helmut would wake at dawn, dress and eat breakfast quietly, write a brief note to leave on his pillow for Mary when she woke, and tackle his ever-changing to-do list. He might see her across the deck, exchanging a wave and a smile, but that was all until nightfall.

They established a routine for days such as that. Helmut would clean away the dirt and grime from his day while Mary found him something to eat. He had a penchant for skipping meals while he worked, and she did not want him to go to bed without eating. While Helmut ate, Mary would dress and tend to her hair for bed. He enjoyed watching her perch on the edge of their bed and work the fine comb through her hair. However, she had no intention of sleeping yet.

Mary might read during the day, but she and Helmut had a book set aside for them. It was theirs to read on nights when they missed each other’s company. Sometimes Mary would read aloud, others Helmut, and some nights they would alternate between pages or chapters. They could not resist the sound of each other's voices and complimented each other often.

On one particular evening, Helmut sat in the plush armchair in the loft while Mary lay across the window seat bench. Before reading, Helmut put a pillow under her head and draped a blanket over her. Helmut read slowly so she could savor every word. With closed eyes, Mary imagined every little detail and feeling. He loved to see her waiting with bated breath whenever he paused.

Helmut halted mid-sentence when someone knocked on the door. He permitted them to enter and slid the fabric bookmark in place. Oeznik entered the room, immediately apologizing for the intrusion, and stood with his hands clasped behind his back. He glanced at Mary and spoke in English.

“Might I have a word with you?”

“Of course,” he peered at Mary whose eyes were now open as she watched them, “let’s talk outside in a moment.” Oeznik dipped his head and bowed before leaving.

Mary did not look concerned, but he knew she was. She wondered what Oeznik would discuss with him at such a late hour, and Helmut knew because he wondered the same. Mary stretched her feet and toes, and she looked at Helmut, albeit upside down. “Should I wait here or the bed?”

He set the book aside in its usual resting place and stood. Moonlight reflected on the water and through the window, so he closed the curtains. “In the bed. After all, it is getting late.”

Mary reached for his hand and squeezed it. “I’ll wait for you there.” He would find her half asleep, but no doubt eager to hear what happened. She would never pressure him, of course, but she would offer a listening ear and a shoulder to lean on.

Helmut met Oeznik on the quarter deck. He leaned against the railing, his slippers ill-prepared for the deck, and the wind blowing his dressing robe behind him. Being near the waves calmed him. Whether it was the salty air, the endless water, or the soothing sound of the waves against the ship, he did not know, but when Helmut could not sleep he went there.

“Are you afraid to confront Walker? You have the materials, you know his routes, and yet we are sailing in circles, sir.” Helmut wondered if these were Oeznik’s words or Sam and James’.

Helmut tipped his head back and cast his gaze upon the stars. It was a clear and bright night, so he saw their patterns and intricacies. He swore his little star had the same constellations on her skin in clusters of freckles and her vast blue eyes. Instinctively, his eyes flicked from Ursa major to Ursa minor: Polaris, the north star. Helmut breathed in and filled his lungs with the briny air.

He spoke slowly and carefully in his native tongue. His fingers curled around the old railing, and his nails dug into the wood. “When I first swore revenge, I had nothing to lose. Walker took everything but my life, and I was prepared to give it if it meant I would have justice.” His fingers relaxed, but he did not remove them from the railing. He softened with concern. “Now, with Mary, I worry I will not be strong enough. I fear making a mistake. I cannot sleep at night for fear of losing her.” Helmut turned to face his old friend.

“It is a heavy burden you bear, but it is not yours alone.”

“It is mine.” Helmut’s voice cut like a knife. “If she should somehow die, by a stray cannon or gunshot, the answer is clear. I cannot live without her.” He discussed his suicide as simply as he would say the sky is blue and the grass is green. “But Mary? If I die fighting Walker, what will she do?”

He ran his fingers through his hair and cursed. Helmut doubted Walker would spare her. He was not known for mercy. Walker was liable to beat her, rape her, kill her. It was the thought of Mary enduring such abuse that kept him awake at night.

“That is no way to live, sir. How do you expect to defeat Walker when you cannot sleep and your worries are insurmountable? You cannot!” Oeznik protested. “You must be strong when you face him.”

Helmut nodded subtly and slowly. Oeznik was right; weakening himself before entering a battle was foolish. He strengthened his ship, his crew, and even Mary, but he paid little attention to himself. Helmut needed to rethink his approach: rest, reconsider, regroup. However, he was not yet in the mindset to do so.

As promised, Mary waited in their bed. She left their bedside candle and extinguished all others. Bathed in the warm glow, Helmut could not help but admire her beauty. He wanted to trace his hands over the plush, indulgent lines of her body. Helmut knew the warmth he would feel, the delighted giggles and praise he would hear, and even the perfumed smell of her: jasmine and rose.

She looked at him expectantly, so Helmut slipped under the sheets and joined her. He leaned in to kiss her cheek, and she rested her hand against his chest. Her fingers dug into his chest hair and grasped his necklace. Intrigued, Helmut moved to kiss her lips and slipped his tongue against hers. In a flash of passion, Mary pulled on his chain, drawing him impossibly closer. Helmut repositioned himself on top of her and let his lips wander.

As Helmut pleased his wife, he could not stop himself from wondering if it would be their last time. What if he never felt her fingers tugging on his hair, heard her moaning and whining his name, felt her reach her peak around him again? Helmut wanted to savor every moment and give them both a night to remember.

Helmut could not postpone his date with destiny any longer. His plan relied on following Walker’s routes and schedules, so he navigated cautiously. He would kick himself if he was too soon or too early and forced to delay longer.

Every few weeks, Walker stopped at a small, unmarked island to offload any stolen goods before checking in with his official duties. He would then return to the island to load everything back up. Helmut intended to ambush him at the island. With his boat anchored further offshore, and groups loading or unloading cargo, Walker would be at a disadvantage.

As they drew near, Helmut relayed instructions to Sam and James. The cannons needed to be prepared and loaded, their rifles and pistols should be filled with black gunpowder, and everyone aboard must be ready to fight. However, Helmut raised the flag himself. It was not the crossed swords or skull and bones common for a pirate; it was the golden crown and eagle of Sokovia on a purple backing. Walker may not remember that flag, but Helmut did.

Helmut drummed his fingers against the wheel. It was difficult to find particular, small islands amongst the sea, so he referred to his notes and maps. At one point he enlisted Mary to read what he wrote and hold up the map beside him. He warned her in the morning this could be it, and she moved nervously around him. Helmut considered himself finely tuned to his wife’s feelings, so when she pushed aside her unwanted plate, clenched her jaw, and crossed her arms in front of her chest, he knew she was anxious.

Through his wooden telescope, Helmut could see an island with a shoreline sweeping into a cove. If he was correct, Walker’s ship would be hiding on the other side. He collapsed his telescope and tucked it into his coat pocket. “Mary,” his voice was level but strained, “may we speak in my cabin?”

Wordlessly, with her lips pressed into a thin line, Mary followed him. She sat on the edge of their bed and picked at the red quilt.

“I believe when we sail around the cove of that island, we will find Walker’s ship.” Helmut paused to let her absorb what that meant. “I need you to stay here in our cabin. I cannot be at my best if I am worrying for your safety, and although it could never be completely assured, I would rather have you hidden out of sight than in the midst of our fight.”

Helmut could see her thinking, the furrow in her brow deepened, and he waited for her response. The suspense of the moment, the day, and the years weighed on him. His shoulders hunched, and the sleepless nights showed under his eyes. Mary reached for his hand, and he calmed under her touch.

“I understand. If my being there puts you at risk, then I will stay here. Hopefully someone does not break in here,” they both grimaced at the memory, “but I have the skills and the tools to defend myself should I need to.”

“Barricade the door, if you must, or break the ladder to the loft. Whatever keeps you safe, sternchen, you must promise me you will do it.” Helmut pressed a light kiss to her knuckles and slowly moved up her arm. If he could devour her in these last moments, he would.

He nuzzled in her neck as Mary spoke, and she ran her fingers through his hair. “You must promise me that as well, Helmut. I know how long you have waited for this moment, and I know what it means to you, but I need you to return to me.”

“On my honor, I swear to you I will.” Helmut meant it. Pirates do not have a happy ending, they are killed, imprisoned, or mutinied, but Helmut aspired to be different. He wanted to settle the score between Walker and himself, and then he wanted to sail into the sunset with Mary like in the stories.

Helmut dressed himself for a fight. He tucked his loose linen shirt into his pants, and he gathered his pant legs into his tall boots. Helmut fastened his sword belt as tight as he could, and he reloaded his pistol with gunpowder. He reached for his knife, and he made sure Mary had hers. Not wanting her to be unprepared, he found a spare pistol for her as well. Should she be found, she would not need to wait for her attacker to draw near.

They embraced again before parting ways. Helmut wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on the top of her head. He did not pretend to be naive; he knew this could be his last chance to hold his wife. For this reason, he treasured every second of her touch.

The sky was clear and sunny with the promise of purpose. Everyone could feel it in the air, tension and heaviness, which signified an important day. The crew was a powder keg ready to ignite, and Captain Zemo held the match in his leather-gloved hand. The Bloody Baron crept closer to the admiral, and the admiral did not suspect a thing.

Helmut hoped by the time Walker became aware, it would be too late. He paced across the deck as his ship rounded the edge of the islands and would soon be visible. Helmut hoped Walker would not immediately fire on him, being caught off guard, and Helmut could draw near. What was the point of the revenge if Helmut could not see Walker’s life flash before his eyes?

Eagle-eyed, Helmut spotted Walker’s men panicking when they saw his ship. Men, rowboats, and cargo all lay upon the shore, but Walker's ship, anchored offshore, began to sail away. Helmut was not worried as he knew he could catch him. His left hand strayed to his sword belt and fiddled with the handle of his sword.

Oeznik hid below deck in his cabin, Mary sheltered in theirs, Sam signaled from the crow’s nest, and James waited with some of the company to board. Helmut was truly alone as he awaited the perfect moment, yet he did not feel alone. He felt like a puppet master pulling the strings for the performance.

At his command, they fired the swivel guns. Unlike cannons, these were lighter and meant to target people on deck. They were useful before boarding as the less angry men with rifles and swords to greet them, the better. The Admiral’s men were ill-prepared for the ambush, so they made easy pickings for Helmut’s gunmen. They aimed for officers and anyone who gave commands, but they knew to leave Walker for their Captain.

Delicately and painstakingly, Helmut came alongside Walker. Several feet separated the two great ships and created a chasm no man wished to fall into. The Bloody Baron’s crew mobilized quicker and used ropes, grapples, and boards to bridge the narrow gap. Lithe and quick, Helmut crossed using a wobbly board.

Swords and gunshots filled the air and drowned out the thud of his boots against Walker’s deck. Zemo cut through the crowd, his heavy coat billowing behind him, fighting any red-coated navy man in his way. He dispatched them with ease as he sought the Admiral. His form was impeccable, his handiwork and his steps light, and he never stopped moving.

“Baron Zemo.”

Helmut froze in his step, and everyone around him stilled. Walker’s harsh voice was unmistakable, yet he could not see the man. His eyes flicked around. He spotted Walker on the quarter-deck, his red coat gleaming in the sun, and his tricorn hat casting a shadow over his face.

Walker barked an ugly laugh. “I did not recognize you, but of late your name has been all anyone hears in pubs and taverns.” He descended the curving staircase, one hand on the sliding along the railing, and paused. His mob cleared a direct path for him to Helmut. “You kidnapped my fiancée, killed Selby and Nagel, all to find me?”

Helmut bristled, then he smiled and scoffed. It was not worth arguing his first point when he intended to kill the man. “I’ve thought about nothing else for years.” His voice was quiet, meant for Walker’s ears alone. “I studied you. I followed you. But now that you’re standing here, I just realized,” he hesitated and tilted his head, “there’s a bit of green in the blue of your eyes.” Helmut chuckled. “It was too dark that night for me to see, but I could never forget you.” He held Walker’s eyes. “I am here because I made a promise, and I intend to fulfill it.”

“Should I draw my sword to make it even?” The crew already cleared a space around them, but at this, they all stepped back again.

“Please, Admiral,” Helmut entreated. He shrugged off his heavy embroidered coat and rolled his shoulders. His gold and silver jewelry glinted in the sunlight, and the wind ruffled his hair. Helmut unsheathed his cutlass and took his stance.

Walker boasted strength, and it was reflected in his choice of weapon. His sword was heavy, deadly with one blow, but difficult to wield in a fight. Helmut was quicker on his feet, and he used a sharp sword meant to slice rather than hack. He dodged Walker’s opening move and turned to the side.

Zemo’s left-handed attacks confused Walker and allowed him to land several maneuvers. Blood stained Walker’s shirt and trickled down his chest, but he pressed on in anger. Helmut nearly missed two of Walker’s strikes, yet he could not sigh in relief. He must exhaust Walker to gain the advantage or disarm him.

The echo of guns and clanging of swords permeated even their cabin at the back of the ship. Mary heard yelling and screaming, curses and cries of victory. It was when the fighting grew quiet that Mary increased her worries. It was too quiet for her to discern anything from her hiding spot, and her stomach tightened in knots.

She crept out of their cabin with one hand on her dagger at all times. Mary hoped she would not need it, but she felt prepared from Helmut’s lessons. She stepped lightly around the creaking floorboards and listened. Two swords rang against each other, and men shouted, but it was not the cacophony of a battle between two groups.

Standing on the main deck, clinging to the hall door, Mary could not see much. The crew circled around something or someone, their backs to her, and their heads jerked side to side following action. With her heart threatening to beat out of her chest, Mary ascended part of the spiral staircase to the quarter deck. Even if what she saw terrified her, she needed to see it.

Her husband and her former fiancé dueled. It was an odd phrase, but their conflict was far deeper than her. Even if Helmut never met her, he would have searched across the seven seas for John Walker. She wished vengeance would bring him peace.

Bright red blood seeped through Walker’s white shirt, but it was not enough to stop him. Mary breathed shallowly as she witnessed their battle. Helmut fought with speed and agility while Walker moved in a cumbersome manner. Her breath caught when Walker swung at him, and she could not breathe again until Helmut dodged. Mary’s nails dug into the railing to steady herself.

She watched them fight for several minutes, but it may as well have been hours to her. Each passing second filled her with immense dread. However, she could not pull her eyes away from him. She did not even want to blink for fear something would happen in the millisecond she closed her eyes.

Helmut stopped suddenly. He must have spotted something, possibly even her. Rather than avoiding Walker’s sword, he caught the heavy blade in his right side. Mary screamed out in shock and fear. Crimson blood poured from him, he dropped his sword and sank to his knees. Both clusters and their Captains looked at her as she cried. Her shriek alerted them to her presence, but the damage was already done.

At any other time, she would hesitate to cross the unsteady beams between ships. Mary ran across them now, hiking up her skirts with her fists. She paid no mind to the treacherous waves below her or the people watching her. She needed to reach Helmut.

Mary knelt on the ground beside him, and her long skirts trailed behind her. Blood and sweat made his shirt cling to his chest. Helmut smiled weakly at her, perspiration at his brow, and he took her hand in his. Tears streamed down Mary’s face, and she struggled to find her words.

His voice was barely a whisper as he assured her. “It will be okay, Sternchen.” He squeezed her hand and brought it to his side. Helmut pressed against his wound, and her hand laid over his. If only her touch could heal… Warm, sticky blood soon coated her palm. Mary stroked Helmut’s cheek with her other hand.

“I thought you must have been kidnapped. Why else would you be seen with a disgraced pirate?” Walker’s voice cut harsher than his sword as he loomed over them. “But I see you’ve spread your legs for him like a common whore.”

Walker’s soldiers chuckled at her expense, but Helmut’s prepared to defend their Captain and his wife’s honor. They watched their Captain with great attention. One man smiled menacingly with his ax while another wrapped his fingers around his sword. The rules of the fight prohibited them from acting, but if he gave them the smallest of signals they would come to arms. Helmut’s eyes burned with hate and disgust, but Mary straightened her back. She would not shy away from him.

“Even a disgraced pirate has more honor than you, Admiral.” Mary spat on his polished boot.

Walker raised his fist to hit his former fiancée, but he did not. Helmut shot him before he could harm Mary. He aimed true at such a short distance, and Walker collapsed before them. His bloody gloved hand held his pistol and remained in the air. All eyes were on Helmut, but he looked deep into his wife’s eyes. It was not part of his plan, but he would not allow Walker to hurt her too.

Walker’s second in command made a move toward Helmut, but Sam fended off the attack. That sparked another fight between the two crews. They ignored Helmut and Mary in the center of the deck with the deceased Admiral Walker on the edge of her skirt.

“Are you alright?” he rasped. His brow pinched in pain, and sweat trickled down his chest.

A nervous laugh bubbled out of Mary’s throat. “You’re the one bleeding on the ground, and you’re asking me?”

“He was going to strike you, like a cowardly man.” He shifted uncomfortably and clasped his hand to his side again. Helmut heaved a heavy sigh. “But I fear you may be right.”

“Here,” Mary tugged at her skirt and removed the knife from her belt. She cut a stretch of fabric from the bottom, folded it, and pressed it against his wound. Then she cut another strip and wrapped it around him. Mary tied it tight to add pressure and compression. “Can you stand? Can you walk?”

“I shall manage.” He glanced around at the ensuing fight. It could be the distraction he needed. Once he returned to his ship he would order his men to return as well. Helmut achieved his goal, and he did not want more of his loyal people to be injured or killed.

Helmut stood, and Mary gathered his coat off the deck. He appeared steady enough on his feet, one of his hands still clutched on his wound and gestured for Mary to cross first. “Please,” he insisted. Helmut would not risk leaving Mary behind and being accosted by an angered soldier.

Mary was anxious to cross. The rush of the moment guided her before, but now her fears set in. She tested the creaking board and turned over her shoulder to glance at Helmut. He ceased grimacing to smile reassuringly. Furrowing her brow and biting her lip, Mary took her first steps.

Although they were not out of danger yet, it comforted Mary to be on the Bloody Baron. She watched Helmut pause before joining her and whistle with two fingers. Once he heard the reciprocating whistle, Helmut trudged across the board. When Helmut returned to his ship, he placed a light kiss on Mary’s forehead and sent her back to their cabin.

Mary prepared to treat Helmut’s injuries. She knew he would not return until he settled matters with the deceased Admiral’s ship. Then, Helmut would insist his crew see their barber-surgeon first. Mary did not want him to go so long without treatment, so she gathered the bowl of water, a stack of cloth, and strong rum.

As Helmut’s brigade rejoined him, he issued new orders. Some stayed on deck to man the swivel guns, while others ran below deck to load the cannons. Helmut wanted to see the ship burn, just saw his ship eight years ago. Some of the men would flee, of course, and they would spread the story of this day.

Helmut Zemo achieved justice for his family. He fulfilled a promise he made not just to himself, but to Heike, Carl, and his father. He even defended Mary from being struck and further disrespected.

The cannons blew holes in the hull of the ship until eventually, something caught. Gunpowder stores ignited easily, and soon enough flames engulfed the ship. Mary watched it from their cabin as her nails pressed marks into her palms. As Walker’s ship sank into the sea, the Bloody Baron sailed away.

Helmut entered after, wearing his dark coat again. He shut the door behind him and shrugged off his coat. Mary winced at the blood staining his white shirt, and she urged him to sit in a chair.

“I saw Stephen,” he huffed as he sat, “and he treated my wound. He said it was not so deep, but I must remember to keep it clean while it heals.” Helmut looked up at her sheepishly through his eyelashes. “I must confess I knew it was not deadly when it happened, but I pretended it was to make Walker think he had the upper hand.”

She thought for a moment. This admission did not console her. Could she have startled him? What if the cut had been worse? What if Walker hastened his movements and killed him whilst he lay on the ground? Mary’s stomach twisted in knots as she set her materials on the table.

Helmut gently grabbed her wrist and kissed it. He fluttered his dark eyes at her and pulled her from her train of thought. “I am not upset with you for leaving our cabin. I wish it had not spooked me as it did, but there is nothing we can do to change the past. I am glad you and I are safe.”

Tears spilled down Mary’s cheeks, and Helmut wiped them away. He smeared some of the blood coating his gloved fingers onto her face, but she did not care. Mary needed Helmut’s touch and reassurance after such a harrowing day.

Helmut pulled his shirt off over his head and threw it to the side. No matter how Mary treated it, the shirt was ruined. She studied his back and chest for any new marks, and she cleaned them with the cloth. Stephan stuck a bandage and wrapping around Helmut’s waist. Mary did not dare touch it, but she would inquire later on how to dress it.

Helmut took a swig from the bottle of rum and chuckled. “The good rum again?”

“It was all you had,” she smiled. Mary remembered the first time she tended to their wounds. They both came a long way since then. She stopped shying away from his touch and began craving it. Mary was no longer afraid of her feelings, and she acted upon them.

Helmut handed her the bottle so she could disinfect the cuts and scrapes. Mary surprised him by taking a gulp. She wrinkled her nose at the taste, but she could not say she hated it. “How are the crew?” she inquired, dabbing at a light cut on his shoulder.

“I should think they’re doing the same as you,” he quipped. “Drinking and tending to their lesser wounds.” Helmut heaved a heavy sigh before continuing. “Peter and Rake did not see the end of the fight, and I am afraid Anna may not survive her wounds.”

“Is she in such dire straits?” Mary remembered seeing Anna around the ship, climbing up ropes and nets with such grace.

“She suffered many cuts and lost a great amount of blood. Anna will require careful monitoring before we may know for certain.”

“Poor girl.” Mary manipulated Helmut’s chin with two of her fingers. She scrubbed the blood and dirt off his face and neck. Her finger grazed his lips, and his molten brown eyes met hers. Mary rubbed her thumb along his jaw and watched him soften under her touch. “And how are you, Hel?”

“Exhausted, but content.” He readjusted in his seat to better face her. “I have achieved something I vowed to do, and I have returned safely to you. What more could I ask for, other than a good night’s sleep?”

A knock sounded on the door, so Helmut told them to enter. Billy anxiously stepped into the room carrying a tray laden with food. The kitchen must be celebrating and making good use of Walker’s stores. Before Helmut sank the ship, he allowed his crew to loot and scavenge.

“The galley crew thought you might appreciate a bite to eat.” Mary moved the bowls and cloths out of the way so Billy could set the tray on the table.

“Ah! That’s what I was missing. A good, warm meal to end my day.” Mary laughed and realized her hunger, too. She hoped they did not hear her stomach growl, and she thought of a wine to pair with the meal. Helmut removed his leather gloves and picked up a crust of bread glistening with butter.

Billy stood with his hands clasped behind his back. “Captain, sir?” Helmut, who did not realize Billy waited there as he chewed his bread, cleared his throat. Billy rocked on the balls of his feet, but he stopped when Helmut’s gaze fell on him. “I’ve been thinking, sir, I should learn how to fight so I can defend myself and be of use during attacks.”

Helmut nodded slowly. He had his suspicions, but he wanted to hear it from the boy’s lips. “Why not ask someone else? Sam and James are both excellent fighters and capable teachers.” Mary poured two glasses of red wine and placed one by Helmut.

Billy looked through his shaggy hair to meet Helmut’s eye. He took a deep breath in, ceasing his wide-eyed stare, and spoke. “Sir, you are the best fighter I have ever seen, and I would like to learn from you.”

“It will not be easy,” Helmut warned, “and it will not be quick.” He eyed Billy, thirteen years old now, and knew it was time for him to learn. “Are you certain?”

“Aye, Cap’n. I am sure.” Billy nodded, and his hair fell back into his eyes.

He left shortly after, and Helmut assured him he did not need to return for the tray of food. They happily tucked into their meal, speaking little as they ate. Helmut and Mary could sit comfortably in silence without feeling the need to fill it. There was much they could say about the day, breaking it down minute by minute, but they did not wish to do so yet.

After their meal, they prepared for bed. It was early, the sun had not set, but it was what they wanted. Helmut changed into loose linen sleep clothes and was careful not to disturb his bandage. Mary unbraided her hair and combed through the knots and tangles with care.

Helmut propped himself up against the wooden headboard and admired his wife in the soft candlelight. There were times when he thought he would never see her again, so he cherished every part of her. His dark eyes lingered on her lacey nightgown, more modest than others she owned, but enticing nevertheless. Mary caught his watchful stare in her gilded handheld mirror, and she smirked at him. Helmut winked to assure her that on any other night he would trail his hand up her nightgown, nipping at her lace-trimmed skin.

They craved a different form of intimacy. Mary slipped under the sheets with him, and she rested her head on his chest. She heard the steady beat of his heart and traced her fingers through the hair trailing down his abdomen. Helmut pressed a kiss to the crown of her head and twisted his fingers into her hair. They lay intertwined until the moon and stars shone through the window and they drifted off to sleep, rocked by the constant motion of the ship.

For the first time in eight years, Helmut could sleep in complete peace with his little star beside him.

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#daniel brühl fanfic #daniel bruhl fanfiction #helmut zemo fanfiction #helmut zemo fanfic #helmut zemo x reader #zemo fanfiction #zemo fanfic #zemo smut

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kneesntoess · 1 year

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Summer of the Fic Rec 2023

You know what I miss? I miss fic rec lists.

I miss compiling them, I miss curating them, and mostly I miss browsing through them. Especially when you found someone who had the same niche tastes as you, and it was like suddenly stumbling across a secret treasure trove of magic in the middle of a barren wasteland.

(Nevermind how nice it is, if you happen to turn up on one yourself)

So I thought - why not bring them back?

So for the rest of the summer, I'll be compiling and sharing a variety of fics I've collected over the years, mostly drawn from my bookmarks and shared for your enjoyment.

Find a link to all the lists I've shared so far below

Fic Rec Masterlist

Discworld

The Magnus Archives

Leverage

Avatar: the Last Airbender

TBC...

And if you've been inspired to spread a little bit of love and positivity and share your own favourite fics..... then join in! Post your own! Lets make appreciating each other the theme of the summer.

#summer of the fic rec #summer of the fic rec 2023 #sotfr #fic rec #fandom #fic event

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lodessa · 2 years

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✨ 2022 Writing Year In Review ✨

Thanks to @feeisamarshmallow for tagging me! Sorry it took me a while to get to it!

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 10

2. Word count posted for the year: 37,228

3. Fandoms I wrote for: Stranger Things, Star Trek: Voyager ( and a hint of Prodigy), Revolution, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Battlestar Galactica.

4. Pairings: Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson, Kathryn Janeway/Chakotay Charlie Matheson/Miles Matheson, Faith Lehane/Buffy Summers, Lee "Apollo" Adama/Kara "Starbuck" Thrace"

5. Story with the most:

Kudos: Five Times No One Saw Eddie and Chrissy Together (No Make That Four) 303 Kudos on my entry into a new fandom.

Bookmarks: (See most kudos above) 47 Bookmarks

Comments: (Same) 20 Comment Threads.

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why):

"Don't Leave Me Dry" I think. There's something about writing a fic you know is going "bomb" but you just want to write it so much you do it anyway. I knew going into it that once again I was writing a problematic ship in a dead fandom, that would probably be commented on by @romeorevoarchive and one other person, but I was struck with one little moment, that kind of inspiration that usually gets trapped in the shower or car, and I went for it anyway and do you know what: I love the immediacy, the way I ended up using music to frame it, the characterization, the physicality, the rawness and tenderness that feels so quintessentially Miles and Charlie.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why):. . .

This is maybe going to sound weird (or entitled and bratty) and also sound contradictory to what I said in the prior response, but. . . 23K of the 37k words I wrote were my three part More Normal Things series and part of me wishes I had just left that whole thing with the first part. While the hit count didn't drop that much between them, every other metric (kudos, comments, bookmarks) took a nose and it just makes me feel like I should have quit while I was ahead. Maybe I should have written the more flashy concept Hellcheer AUs I had instead of continuing to just explore their dynamic. Maybe I should have just been pleased with the amazing welcome to the fandom I got on that first fic and moved on after that positive little moment. There are things I really liked about those second two parts, but it is obvious that readers felt diminishing returns, and that makes me wish I had updated any of my other series or WIPs instead.

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

Is it cheating to choose a whole series of comments I received / comment conversation I had in response to Salvation and Rapture For the Lonely? They started with this gem

and only got better from there. When I finally posted my Martha/Nine epic in 2018, I knew that it was ten years late and a super niche pairing to begin with, but it was my hope that at least one person out there would stumble upon it and be really excited for the same reasons that most people would not be interested at all, and in the last four years that is exactly what has happened a handful of times. This wonderful human left effusive, detailed, comments on every chapter and then responded to my rambling replies in a way that gave me that high of finding someone who just GETS IT.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard:

Most of the year, honestly. I really struggled to write anything most of the time (pretty much the only time writing was really flowing was August).

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

I definitely didn't see Hellcheer as a ship (or writing anything for Stranger Things) coming. If you had told me that my new ship in 2022 would be some freshly introduced high school kids from a single episode of the show, I would have been skeptical.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

From "Whispered" :

“Going to take more than that to get rid of me, Summers.” Faith feels herself smile, mostly because it hurts to move her face that much.

“Good,” Buffy smiles back, doing that lip biting thing that is a suggestion and a protestation of innocence at the same time. Perfect. Humanizing. Prudish. Primal. The reluctant hero. The girl who knows or doesn’t know she’s hot. “We still have a First Evil to defeat.”

We. When was the last time either of them actually believed that even existed? Had Buffy ever? Or was it only Faith who even wanted that to be true? No. Buffy just wanted everyone to play by her rules, not the other way around. Sometimes, Faith even wished she could do that, be relegated to a sidekick instead of a problem. If there’s one constant in the world it is me being a disruption, a wrinkle in someone’s perfect life… No. She reminds herself. I don’t have to be. I can be different.

Buffy is looking at her, really looking at her, and Faith wonders what she sees. She must look like shit. Feeling superior as usual, B? she thinks, but that’s not really what she sees in her expression. If I’m vulnerable, so are you. That it? She’s not sure that’s quite right either, but no more comforting thought is coming to mind, so she looks away.

12. How did you grow as a writer this year:

Honestly 2022 was pretty much a fallow year for me as a writer. I suspect I won't see what changed in my writing until I am looking back on it from the perspective of what I write in 2023.

13. How do you hope to grow next year:

I would really like to get better at being able to push through and get words typed more consistently even when they are not flowing.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

@romeorevoarchive who held my hand through everything I wrote or didn't write this year and even read some fic for a fandom she doesn't care about. Also special shout out to @anverli for the visual inspiration for (Don't Leave Me Dry) and many people but especially @phoenixwrites for the enthusiastic welcome to Hellcheer.

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

Probably the most personal work I wrote this year was Exhausted Midas. I've been feeling really overwhelmed and burnt out, both like I need and want to do more and like I need to cut back on my commitments. I've been dropping a lot of balls. It is hard not to feel like this is who I am now, and I feel like that's a lot of what I was exploring with this character study of Janeway, pre-Prodigy.

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

This isn't new but here are a few reminders for myself and others:

Just because you are struggling to write right now doesn't mean you will never write again. Try to relax. Read. Trust that inspiration and focus will come together again someday.

Learn to scale down the scope of a writing project, just because "what happens" is big, doesn't mean you need to show it all: skip to the most interesting part, do abrupt transitions if you need to, add flashbacks if you need context instead of writing thousands of words to get to that critical detail

Find a buddy you can talk through the process with while writing, someone who you can send snippets to, someone you can bounce ideas off of, someone to make you feel less alone and in your own head.

Sit down and do flash fiction based on any prompt. There's something about just finding a way to make some constraint work and typing out whatever you can in what sitting before setting it loose on the world.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

Last week, I came across a list from two years ago with 20 things on it. I had actually written and posted 1, which means who knows what will happen but right now:

I would really like to update (and possibly even finish) one of my major partly posted WIPS: k'war'ma'khon (my Georgiou!lives Discovery AU) and Dragon Marked (my soulmarks, reincarnation, modern with some magic Dany/Jorah epic).

I would like to complete my long planned sequels for The Smallest Twine (my Janeway and Chakotay meet before the end of the Cardassian War and that changes EVERYTHING AU . . . though it makes me sad to think about how Laura inspired it all and she's not here to enjoy the rest of it now) and the next installment of Balancing Act (my Logan/Veronica/Weevil threesome + series)

I would like to finally finish and post some of the in progress fics that have been languishing in my Google Drive for years, including but not limited to: the Veronica Mars Season 3 AU I started in 2014, the Greek Myth AU Janeway/Chakotay fic, my Jaime/Brienne, Sansa/Aegon, Davos/Jon Connington ASOIAF solution.

Some fic ideas I have not actually written, including but not limited to: Miles gets swapped with an alternate timeline version of himself Revo fic, Hellcheer Room With a View AU, that BtVS/Punisher crossover fic with Faith/Billy Russo (okay that pairing actually the whole idea), my inevitable Elendil/Mirael fic.

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.

Let's go with: @clarasimone, @liminal-zone, @janiedean, and @lilalbatross but anyone who wants to do this, should

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joeys-piano · 2 years

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A03 2022 Wrapped

Tagged by @flowercrown-bard (let's see what happens)

Works published: 15 oneshots

Word Count: 64,190 - much more than I thought

Bookmarks: 137

Most...

By Kudos: Stumbling Once We Found It (a winter date)

By Hits: Stumbling Once We Found It (my first 2022 fic)

Longest: Damn, You're Reckless (most ambitious work ever)

Shortest: Portrait of an Orange and Two Halves (art vibes)

Most Comment Threads: Damn, You're Reckless

Fic that made me cry: I've had frustrated spats with each fic in one way or another. It's part of the writing love; it's not rainbow and sunshine forever. I think the few times I might've cried is either early in the morning or late at night when I'm working on something and I've yawned.

Fic that made me smile: You Find A Way - I adore this story. It tried to kill me, yet I'm here. It's just a 5+1 with soft cozy vibes about having to go to work but wanting to stay in bed longer with whom/what you love. Fuck, that's me. That's me every day, all day. I just want to stay in bed; I got to live that (vicariously) through writing.

Gifts:

To someone -You'll Make a Fool of Me - gifted to a fantastic dreamling writer whose works got me through a rough writing patch/block/doubt/fuckery earlier this year and reminded me why I enjoy writing when it feels like it's trying to take no prisoners.

From someone: None for 2022. I didn't expect any.

Events: None. I don't have the patience to write something and just sit on it, waiting until I'm allowed to when I know I could post it any time I want. That's the closest form of torture I've experienced and never again. I also don't have the energy to actively participate in events.

Resolutions: Have something you enjoy/look forward to in each writing session. Writing is as hard as you make it AND as fun as you make it - and fuck knows I did some really cool stuff with my writing when I had fun even though I didn't feel like writing. So let's continue that.

Tagging (should you want): @voxofthevoid, @duplicitywrites, @thechaoscryptid, and any other ao3 writers because frankly, i do not follow that many writers so this is an invitation for all and all to do this and feel pride in what they've done and share the stuffs, yeah

#joey speaks #tagged #tag game

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atlasisnothere · 3 years

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A (Non-Comprehensive) List of Dinluke Fic Recs

Because everyone else is making lists of their favorite dinluke fics and I decided to join the party. Anything rated G or T on AO3 will be underneath the ‘SFW’ umbrella and anything rated M or E will be under ‘NSFW.’ I’ll also specify whether they’re one-shots or multi-chapter and their approximate word count. Also these lists are in no particular order they’re simply in the order of which I find them in my bookmarks, lol. If I know the author’s tumblr I have tagged them below!

(Edit: This list got very long and I apologise in advance lmao)

SFW FICS:

The Storm by Shirozora (@shirozora-draws)

[45k words multi-chapter]

Din Djarin needs a new ship.

Greef Karga makes him a deal - do some work for the guild and he'll get a brand new gunship. One such job takes him to a planet with a volatile storm system to track down a double-crossing bounty hunter. What he doesn't know is that the bounty hunter is there to loot an ancient Jedi temple. What neither of them know is that someone else is also on the planet searching for the temple.

And then the storm rolls in.

Christ in Repose by spqr (@andthepeople)

[7.7k words one-shot]

More on this story as it develops. Subscribe to HNN’s JEDI WATCH newsletter for instant updates on Jedi sightings throughout the galaxy.

icarus, point to the sun. by luminouskywhiner (@transmascskywalker)

[53k words multi-chapter]

The Mandalorian was born to be a king, and the Jedi was born to be alone.

—

Luke Skywalker reflects on loneliness and isolation, on fear and family.

Broken Threads by Sadie1902 (@sadiebwrites)

[78k words multi-chapter]

The battle is over, the rebels have won. But Luke Skywalker is still reeling from his ordeal in the Emperor's throne room, both physically and emotionally. Wracked with pain and fatigue, he tries to recuperate on Endor with a few days of much-needed rest. But before he even has a chance to relax, he's captured by an enterprising bounty hunter in Mandalorian armor.

Din Djarin can't believe his luck. It's the score of his life, the bounty they all said was impossible. The payout will set his Tribe up well... so long as they don't know exactly who he made a deal with. But the job turns out to be more than Din bargained for when his bounty collapses from mysterious injuries, and he must face the truth of the horrors the Empire has wrought.

Now, on the run from half the galaxy, it's a race against time as Din helps Luke find a cure for the disease that's slowly breaking the hero apart. There's only one problem... they need a Jedi. And Luke is the last of his kind.

Or is he?

Clan of Four by Aristippus and Withercrown (@a-aristippus and @withercrown)

[75k words ongoing multi-chapter]

The Jedi Order, much like the Mandalorian people, had been lost long before it fell. Now the Empire that struck them down has fallen too. The last sparks of these forgotten cultures are ready to be extinguished forever. But could they be rekindled instead?

Rey is a child with no past and no future. To leave Jakku with the Mandalorian, a man who has lost everything, is the easiest choice she’s ever made. There is no way for her to know that her chance meeting with her new protector could lead her to the heart of the Force, the long-forgotten heritage of the Mandalorians, and a very special inheritance.

And no one knows better than Rey that something thought to be lost for good can always be found again.

Lost & Found by @jofngve

[85k words ongoing multi-chapter]

Luke is not entirely sure how he is supposed to handle a situation like this.

"Uh," the Mandalorian says, it fizzles through the modulator. The small girl he is holding in his arms looks up from where she has hidden her face in his neck. "Yeah, so this is Rey."

--- So Mando has a tendency of finding and picking up Force sensitive children to bring them to Luke's finally some-what functioning school on Yavin. Which would be fine if the both of them didn't happen to stumble across the fact that the Empire is also in the business of collecting children.

Contents include: ideologically different pining idiots, space-travel-detective-work, and child-cloning-conspiracies

More Than His Armor by twoseas

[12k words one-shot]

Din visits Grogu at Luke’s academy more than any other parent. Luke isn’t complaining.

The Wanderer and the Seer by aiden_ng

[98k words multi-chapter]

Din Djarin is temporarily relieved of a single dad's responsibilities, only to be saddled with the much greater responsibilities of Mand'alor. Temporarily. Hopefully.

This is not the story of a great man becoming king; it's the story of some dude finding his place in the galaxy, freedom, and personal happiness through having some goddamn decency and good manners. Also the power of love, or whatever.

The Help You Need (The Love You Deserve) by @subtlehysteria

[57k words multi-chapter]

Luke Skywalker could not have predicted the troubles taking on a student of his own could bring about, nor the strange and mysterious Mandalorian who, despite his gruff exterior, was a loving and doting father.

As Luke attempts to build up the Jedi Order anew he also begins to befriend and get to know the Mandalorian and soon realises that they have more in common than he first thought.

Or...

Luke allows Din and Grogu to remain in contact and ends up getting far more than he bargained for.

but home was a dream by redyucca

[39k words multi-chapter]

Din takes off his helmet and learns how to put it back on.

Which is, like, a metaphor.

Where you go, I go too by thiswildheart

[53k words multi-work series]

Excerpts from the shared life of a Jedi and a Mandalorian as they do their best to raise a child, build a school and figure out who they are - and accidentally prove that falling in love can rewrite the future while they're at it.

you’re going to have to relocate the covert by aiden_ng

[6.8k words multi-chapter]

‘This is the Way,’ Din says aloud to the empty cavern. He feels—or he seems to hear—his kin and his vanished forebears echoing the words back to him, ghosts in the walls around him, all the dead and the scattered and the not-forgotten. He walks with them, these watchful invisible companions, on the way of the Mandalore.

No Glory in the West by @leorizanzel

[83k words multi-chapter]

Texas, 1870 - Din Djarin, a bounty hunter with a mysterious past and the quickest draw this side of the Mississippi, finds a new gig escorting a strange young man to his destination.

Inspired by Casual Cowboy Friday and my love for the American West as a whole.

Thaw by spqr (@andthepeople)

[6.3k words one-shot]

That’s what hope does to you, Luke remembers now. It lingers at the back of your mind, whispering maybe, maybe, so that knowing a plan is stupid isn’t enough to keep you from trying it.

Sweater Weather by shirozora (@shirozora-draws)

[22k words multi-chapter]

For two months, Din Djarin has been delivering the same order from the same restaurant to the same address every several days. The customer is a newcomer to Nevarro, a PhD student who seems out of place in the city but has become part of Din's everyday life. Then Luke changes their routine with a small gift and the uneventful, mundane life Din made for himself and his adopted son Grogu starts to unravel.

The Once and Future King by @leorizanzel

[30k words ongoing multi-chapter]

“Din Djarin, the Once and Future King,” Luke declared, his voice somehow ringing through Din’s head rather than through his ears. It sounded as though another voice spoke over Luke’s own. This man was Luke Skywalker, and yet, was not. “You wield the Darksaber, won in honorable combat, as Kings of Mandalore before you. The Force commands you to seek the Child and save it from its doom, and in doing so, will save the galaxy and reunite your people under your banner. Do you accept your quest?”

The Force delivers a dire prophecy to Din Djarin, demanding he take his rightful place as the king of his people. With the help of the last Jedi, he must gather his closest allies and prevent the worst to come.

I have made this place around you by HeadOn_HelmetOff

[25k multi-chapter]

“Do you know who you are, Din Djarin?”

Survivor of Aq Vetina. Mandalorian. Bounty hunter. Apostate. Father.

Mand’alor.

“...No,” he uttered.

Luke nodded sagely. “Then that’s what we’ll focus on first.”

It Was Always You by @subtlehysteria

[15k words one-shot]

He’s strong, powerful, his footwork far better than just your average person who occasionally skates for fun.

As if that wasn’t enough, Luke watches in shock and awe as the man executes a neat triple toe loop, landing near-flawlessly with only a slight wobble.

He doesn’t even register what’s happening, just sprints down the last set of stairs and rams into the barrier, hands raised to cup over his mouth and help project his voice.

“HEY, YOU!”

The man falters, head snapping to Luke. A single thick brow rises in question.

“DO YOU WANNA BE MY PARTNER?” Luke yells.

Or, the one where Luke needs a new ice dancing partner and Din just happens to be in the right place at the right time.

crystals in the current by @willowcrowned

[22k words multi-chapter]

Luke gets the message from the child in the early evening.

It’s spring on Yavin, and the wind smells like the glowing purple blossoms that cluster in the corners of old rooms and spring up through the pavement. The air is heavy with twilight, the orange-violet of the sky creeping its way down, filtering through the new-leafed boughs and down to where he’s sitting under a tree.

or Luke takes Grogu, but the sundering on the lightcruiser isn't an ending; it's a beginning.

Like the Dawn by @ace-din-djarin

[14k words one-shot]

Din’s words appear a few months after the attack on his village, after he had been taken in and adopted by the Mandalorians and the grief was still thick in his throat. He doesn’t know, at first, that they are there at all, until his baji’buir looks at him, her golden buy’ce tilted, and says, quietly, “I believe you have your words, ad.” She hands him a piece of shining beskar to use as a mirror, and sure enough, curled under his left ear in a slanting script, there they are. Two words: I am.

—

Just before his eyes slip closed, he sees something else overlaid on what he can actually see — a flash of silver, shining and beautiful. Something in Luke’s heart sings, for just a second, and he hears the Force whispering ‘ this one.’ He strains, trying to see more, but he can’t hold on, and drops down into unconsciousness.

—

Or: The first words your soulmate says to you are written on your skin. Luke and Din travel the galaxy before they find their match.

the body was made soft to keep us from loneliness by torrents

[4.9k words one-shot]

“Hey, Mando?”

Din quickly angles his helmet up again. “Yeah?”

Luke’s looking down at him, mouth wide and his teeth glinting in the afternoon light. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Oh.” Din stares, holding his gaze through the visor, and nods. “Yeah.” A pause. “I’m glad to be here, too.”

Din learns another way to love.

I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life by @coffeecatsme

[8.4k words one-shot]

The first time Din touches his helmet to Luke’s forehead, it's by complete accident.

Or, 5 times Luke doesn't know Din kisses him and 1 time he does.

NSFW FICS:

oh the things we left behind by @furiosophie

[103k words multi-chapter]

After he commits every single weapon in the hold to memory, Din finds himself cataloging more and more things about Skywalker instead, small observations that carve out a space in his mind unbidden.

---

As much as Din likes to tell himself that he’s just been taking a well-deserved break, the truth is that for the six months following their daring rescue he’s been nothing but truly and utterly lost. That is until Luke Skywalker gives him a ship and hires him to help figure out what the hell the Empire needed the Child’s blood for.

As they drift through the empty void of hyperspace, they slowly find unexpected companions in each other and realize their respective paths might not be as set as they once thought.

Stardust Legacies by @withercrown

[187k words multi-chapter]

The child has found safety with the Jedi, but that doesn't mean the threat is over. What's left of the Empire is still hunting Force-sensitive individuals, and a not-so-chance encounter leads Din to some uncomfortable truths regarding his own nature.

What does it mean to be both a Mandalorian and a Jedi, and what will that mean for the future of the galaxy?

His Beacon, His Harbor by annathaema (moony) (@dosmit-raeh)

[21k words one-shot]

The first thing Din noticed was the fire in the hearth. Near the hearth was a small, handmade crib, and from the crib came an excited cry. It spread through Din's chest like a bloodstain, perhaps it had in fact pierced his heart. He knew that little voice.

“Hey, you,” said Din softly. He dropped to his knees as the Kid scrambled out of the crib and scampered to him, crawling into his lap and burbling happily.

“That’s the most excited I’ve seen him in months,” said Skywalker. Din hadn’t even noticed him sitting across the room at a rough-hewn wooden table, nursing a cup of something. He wore the same carefully neutral expression he'd had on Gideon's ship, but his clothes were now desert-colored and hung loose around Skywalker's wiry frame. His hair was in disarray and it made him look much younger than he'd seemed on the ship; there, he'd seemed world-weary and ancient. Now, Din felt an insane need to protect.

Skywalker raised his cup at Din in greeting, a lopsided smile on his face. “He’s missed you," he said.

“Feeling’s mutual,” said Din gruffly.

___

The Mandalorian becomes Din Djarin. Din Djarin becomes.

(Luke helps.)

The Father the Son and the Exile by SushiBurrito (@sushiburritonoms)

[138k words multi-chapter]

Luke Skywalker has vanished. Declared a missing person two years after the Battle for Endor, the unofficial bounty for Skywalker has become the largest ever recorded. Hundreds of hunters search the galaxy for his whereabouts; yet despite this, no one has managed to find Skywalker. No one, except a small Force sensitive child and his Mandalorian father.

Or an alternate universe tale where Force visions warn Luke about Ben Solo several decades earlier but the consequences still force him to go on the run, this time directly into the path of Din Djarin.

Last of the Old Gods by angiebodies (@lessthantwelveparsecs)

[106k words ongoing multi-chapter]

A chance meeting puts Luke Skywalker and Din Djarin back on the same path. As Din comes to terms with his obligations to Mandalore, Luke begins to question his own commitment to the Jedi Order. Together they learn that the truths of their creeds are mutable, but their faith in each other is absolute.

Things Stranger Than Reality by Kitty_KatAllie (@spainkitty)

[73k words ongoing multi-chapter]

Nothing happens in Hawkins, Indiana. It’s one of the reasons why Paige and Rose Tico moved across the country from California. But one early Monday morning, at exactly 3:42 AM, something even worse than Oakland’s everyday violence began to hunt through the shadows of that sleepy, safe, little town. And Rey’s the only one who knows.

In the same town, the too-tired Sheriff Djarin has had enough to deal with. Emergency calls about power outs, conspiracy theories about military experiments at the town lab, and a war vet with a too pretty smile and great coffee took all of Din’s time. He never thought life would change, each moment routine and numbing while his past mistakes haunted him. Until a combination of mysterious murders, disappearances, and reports of a wild feral child in the woods turned his life upside down. Perhaps he should’ve listened to Skywalker’s wild theories a little sooner…

buy a big house where we both could live by lacecat

[76k words ongoing multi-chapter]

Din trails behind them and reminds himself this is temporary. He’ll make sure they get to the temple safe, and once he’s sure that Luke agrees to continue training Grogu, he’ll leave them.

Grogu reaches up with his hand to tug at the edge of Luke’s shirt, and Din’s fingers flex at his sides.

This is the way, he tells himself.

It’s Just a Dream I Had in Mind by xXxVioletSkyxXx (@leiainhoth)

[188k words ongoing multi-chapter]

For so long, Din fought the reality of giving the child up, giving him to the jetii and moving on. He had prepared for it, packed a bag and left it all behind, so his son could have the life he deserved. All until he didn't have to. Or the one where Luke rescues Grogu on Tython, and Din rescues Luke in return.

The Armour You Wear by @subtlehysteria

[101k words multi-chapter]

The only reason Din even knew about the audition was because of Cara.

“Djarin I swear you were made for this role. He’s a grump who acts all tough but really has a heart of gold and ends up adopting this little kid that was supposed to be a bounty. If that doesn’t scream Din Djarin I don’t know what does.”

Din hated to admit it, but Cara had a fair point.

Stuntman-turned-actor Din Djarin thinks he's prepared for whatever The Mandalorian Season 3 has to offer. So when he's informed he's going to be performing his first on-screen romance with award-winning actor Luke Skywalker, he may start to panic just a little. Especially because his character, who, until now, has worn his helmet 24/7, is going to be coming out of his beskar-shell so to speak and go helmetless for multiple scenes. Worried he doesn't have what it takes to give the performance required of him, Din turns to his new co-star for advice. Luke is sweet, an excellent teacher and turns out to be an even more amazing friend.

So what happens when on-screen romance starts bleeding into their real-life relationship?

Bending at the Heart of Me by Chromat1cs (@brightmouth)

[7.3k words one-shot]

His eyelids resisted for a few tries as he fought to drag them open, eyes rolling and shuddering beneath them until they finally peeled open to a soft, buttery light.

There were creatures twittering gently through a wide, open window carved into a wall to his right. The room smelled of cardamom. A comfortable heft of warm, bulky blankets was pillowed around him.

Was he fucking dead?

Fennec has business elsewhere, Din is glad to pick up her leftovers for the extra credits, and a certain Jedi has eerily good instincts for swooping in unannounced.

It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me by notaqueenakhaleesi

[67k words ongoing multi-chapter]

“Jedi, this is the Mandalorian. Mando. I found your holo number from an old friend, so I thought I’d give a buzz to see how the kid’s progressing, so, yeah. Let me know. Over.”

“Hey, Mando again. I forgot to mention that he eats anything he lays his eyes on. Be careful he doesn’t eat something that could kill him. Over.”

“…. Sorry, didn’t add that he needs to eat a lot. Is he, uh. Is he eating well? Over.”

“Is this kriffing thing even working? Over.”

“How the…” A crackle of static, then, at last, a voice.

Professor Bug by spqr (@andthepeople)

[7k words one-shot]

“I saw your notes for your lecture on the Jedi Order,” Luke says quietly. “And I know you’re very good at what you do, babe, but I want you to know that like half of it is wrong.”

Din stares at him.

“Okay,” Luke says. He leans over and kisses Din on the forehead. “See you tomorrow. Bye.”

Pragmatics by Derkish

[57k words multi-chapter]

Admittedly, this is not the first time Luke has wound up at someone else’s kitchen table in someone else’s clothes. But it’s not breakfast, Luke’s not an undergrad scarfing down bacon and eggs to cure the common hangover, and Din doesn’t strike him as the kind of guy he’d meet at a house party. The baby is definitely a first.

Luke is a grad student trying to finish his linguistics PhD after an unexpected leave of absence. His neighbor, Din, is a single dad and delivery guy at Pizza Parsec.

(Actually, Pizza Parsec is just a front for the bounty hunters' guild. But Luke doesn't need to know that.)

#this isn't even all of them oh my god #dinluke #dinluke fic recs #dinluke fics #din djarin #luke skywalker #the mandalorian #star wars #if your fic is on this list just know that im in love with u #and i appreciate u very much

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theroomofreq · 3 years

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can you give me muggle jily recs pleaaseeee <3 :D

HOW MANY HIGH-QUALITY MUGGLE JILY FICS ARE THERE?? TOO MANY TO COUNT. *cracks knuckles* BUT I am here for the challenge. Jily AUs are my JAM.

Again, shoutout to our amazing @jilyarchive friends who tag every wonderful muggle jily au they come across. here is the link that will take you to their tags page. You'll find links to specific tropes and AUs :')

I've searched through my own AO3 bookmarks and history tabs, and I present to you 28 jily muggle fics that I LOVE. I am THRILLED thinking about all the good things in store for those that read these wonderful stories. This list took me ages to make because I went through and reread most of these brilliant fics. Happy reading !! xx

properly improper by @lizardcookie

“Marry me,” Mr. Potter repeats, closing the distance between them by striding back up towards the sofa, only to stop and crouch to one knee right there at her feet, looking up at her. Burning. “Pick me,” he elaborates. “Pick me, choose me, love me instead.”

- this fic is the reason why I comment the way that I do (spoiler it's because it's amazing)

The Wedding Ring by @mppmaraudergirl

What is undeniably worse than attending your sister's wedding looking as desolate and forgotten as a wilted houseplant? Drunkenly ringing your ex-boyfriend and asking him to be your date.

- SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY AT THE PERFECTION

Oh my god, they were ROOMMATES by @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world

Silly one-shot, Muggle AU with Fem!Jily as pining roommates and Marlene as their matchmaker.

- the fic that brought me back to jily and inspired my deep obsession of fem!jily

Swipe Right, Swing Left by @downn-in-flames

The unspoken rule of using dating apps in D.C. is that you always start with where you work.

James Potter, it seems, never picked up on that one.

- giddy just thinking about this gem

'Tis the Damn Season by @petalstofish

It doesn't feel like Christmas for Lily Evans, not after losing her parents to COVID before the Holiday season. She anticipates spending Christmas all alone until a boy from her past shows up and offers her a mutually benefiting deal that has her calling him 'babe' just for the weekend. 'Tis the damn season, after all.

- cries in respect for lyrical writing

Watch Me Unwind by @maraudersftw

Lily Evans hates her job, hates the bigoted customers she has to serve as a bartender at the richest club in the city. But the one person who makes bearing all of it worth it has someone else in his arms tonight. (Rated: M)

- obsessed with the way the plot jumps around the time line in this

oil be there for you by @abby10fanfic

Texting/Social Media AU: Lily and James haven't spoken for 2 years. But that's all about to change thanks to Peter and his involvement in an essential oil pyramid scheme. Featuring boss babes, toxin-free lifestyles, binding contracts, and a very oily journey.

- YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE HOW FAB THIS IS

a matchmaking mission by @downn-in-flames

James Potter has a mission: get Sirius Black and Remus Lupin to finally admit that they both fancy the pants off each other by Valentine's Day.

His partner in crime? Lily Evans, Remus' flatmate, who he also happens to be slightly in love with

- DOUBLE the amount of pining idiots in love :")

about time by @jilyss

'sure, yeah, I can accompany you to that black tie event for your work tonight. wait. why are we on a red carpet?'

- this is my emotional comfort fic, your honor

whiskey business by @elanev91

Sirius Black has a (bad?) habit of picking up hobbies that take over his and James' flat -- this most recent one? Homemade vodka that James now has to try and peddle to everyone in the building.

- hysterical! must read!

Fashion Disaster by @maraudersftw

James Potter is roped into an awful dare by his best-mate, which involves him wearing atrocious pieces of clothing for all days until Christmas as dictated by Sirius. If this wasn't terrible enough, he now has to contend with his maddening crush on the beautiful saleswoman at the clothing store.

- classic hijinks that I live for

it wasn't a pity invite by @elanev91

Part of the December "Winter Tropes" Jily challenge. Prompt: my family invites you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and omG i’m so sorry

- awkward Christmas date that owns my heart

spice and honey by @clare-with-no-i

tagging along with her food reporter sister to profile James Potter, London's hottest young chef, is not how Lily Evans pictured her Monday going - especially if he's anything like Petunia’s described.

needless to say, she's in for a whirlwind at Chez Maraudeur.

- I'm one re-read away from printing this out and putting it on my bookshelf.

Waffle Wars by @elanev91

There's only one waffle maker in the dining hall and it literally always breaks. So, naturally, the only reasonable course of action is to meticulously map out when it's working and, ultimately, do a heist.

- the witty narration in this fic can not be matched

You Can Hear It In The Silence by @alrightginger

Lily is non-verbal and deaf in a world where the things your soulmate says about you end up written on your skin. She has known about her soulmate since she was seven, but knows they don't have a clue she exists and possibly never will.

- exquisite, cue me sobbing forever

out the window by @displayheartcode

A new family moves to Ottery St Catchpole.

- everything I could ever want in a fic, forever in my mind rent free

The Christmas Guest by @thegodmachine

An Evans Family Christmas: Petunia is bringing her fiancé and Lily is bringing her…Friend…

- petunia pov that gives me WINGS

Football, Calculus, and Cappuccinos by @moonawrites

At eighteen years old, James Potter has a lot going on. He's a rising star navigating the politics of professional football, the pitfalls of sudden fame, the fallout from choosing his dream over his father's company... and a serious crush on the red headed new barista at his favourite coffee shop.

- I'm still working my way through this fic, but trust me when I say its a GEM

if u like pina coladas by @zephyrcove

Lily is desperate for a date to Petunia's wedding, James has been pining, and their friends meddle ;)

- explain to me how characters can be so perfect via texting fics?

Shelf Awareness by @ghostofbambifanfiction

It's too far out of her way and she's wasting so much money, but Lily can't help but return to the bookstore every weekend, where her passion for good literature has, perhaps, been unexpectedly reignited by the messy-haired, pun-making, rather handsome bloke who works there.

- you absolutely must know that I binge read this and then immediately REREAD it

How to win a witch in 10 days by @adenei

“She’s going to find some unsuspecting wizard, get him to fall for her, and then do all the things that turn men away to get him to break things off! Won’t it be the best way to see what witches do that drives men crazy?” But what happens when the man in question is a blast from Lily Evans's past? A Jily Magical AU based on the romantic comedy "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days."

- fic based off of a rom com? YES PLZ :’)

The Fight Before Christmas by @ghostofbambifanfiction

The heartwarming Christmas tale of Lily Evans and James Potter - two plucky kids who hated one other, until the day they really, really didn't.

- complete sucker for this one

All This Time by @thejilyship

James and Lily grew up next door to one another. Their bedroom windows giving them glimpses into the others life, and also offering prime opportunities to argue with each other over every little thing. They never figured out how to be friends when they were kids, but now that they've graduated from college and are home for the summer, they have a second chance to get things right.

- one of my favvvv tropes

Let Me Love You by @thejilyship

With only a month until she's set to take the throne of Gryffindor, Lily is informed that she'll have to get married or choose to give up her throne. She never thought she'd have to even entertain the idea of an arranged marriage. Enter, James Potter.

- cries in princess diares AU

The Fabulous Baker Brothers by @frustratedpoetwrites

Lily walks a different route home from work and stumbles upon a cute little Bakery with an even cuter baker in the window.

- yes yes yes to embarrassed pining.

Marigold Mornings by @mppmaraudergirl

This is a fun game she thinks, as she removes her hand from his side and reaches up to run it down his chest. He catches her hand in his own, takes a step forward so that her nose nearly brushes against his shirt. She can feel the heat radiating off of him—or maybe it’s from her. He licks his lips and her eyes are drawn to the motion. She knows it is a bad idea, absolutely knows it.

- incredible storytelling featuring dynamic characters :') a favvv

Welcome to Pettyville by@women-inthe-sequel @alrightginger

When Lily Evans accidentally sends a text to the wrong number, she isn’t expecting to find the right person behind it. She can’t stop talking to Prongs. The only thing is, Prongs can’t stop talking about the girl in his class. What could go wrong, other than the number?

- LOVE SQUARE ANYONE

The Kiss a Stranger Project by @alrightginger

“What’s your name, then?” she asks, realizing they haven’t even properly introduced themselves yet. She nervously crosses her arms.

You shouldn’t kiss a guy without knowing his name first.

Right?

- THIS ONE WILL LIVE IN MY MIND FOREVER

#ror reqs #jily fic #mugge fic recs #jily fic rec list

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bonvoyagenoona · 3 years

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let’s say the boys secretly read BTS fanfics.

what do you think would be each member’s go-to trope(s) or AU(s) or kink(s) or whatever to read?

like, for example, maybe you think yoongi would actively seek for friends-to-lovers aus. or you think Jimin would actively seek for fantasy aus. or seokjin would actively seek for exes-to-lovers aus with unprotected sex in the tags. maybe you think hoseok would seek for racer aus.

and why do you think that?

Ooooh, I LOVE THIS! We already know Yoongi's written them, so they must have stumbled upon at least one or two. Thanks for the ask! Here's my take on the tropes, AUs, and kinks for each member. Included are some examples of BTS fics that come to mind, plus tags and links to check out!

Q: Namjoon's go-to fic trope / AU / kink? A: Strangers to Lovers / Slice of Life, especially Magical Realism AUs / Gods, Angels, Demons AU / Non-Linear Storytelling / S&M

Namjoon's literary expertise guides him into fics that are out of the ordinary. He likes the idea that people start off as strangers and go on some kind of exporation together, only to find that they want that bond to continue once their journey is over. And throughout that journey, they have some truly out-of-this-world experiences, whether through the bend of time and space, or in revelations of love. What he really loves are fics that play around with structure. He enjoys slice-of-life AUs in which he gets to learn something new. Especially when BDSM comes into play. He's so intrigued. Spanking, choking, collars, leather, lace. That dark kind of sensuality. Throw it into the mix. He wants to see what happens. He also likes non-linear storytelling, with non-human characters, especially ones who are exploring metaphysical aspects like love, or morality. A philosophical, curious fanfic reader, just like he is with everything else. (Examples: @whatifyoulivelikethat's Pause, Roomie's / @mochilatae's The Roommate: Namjoon, @purgatorywriter's Falling into Sin)

Q: Jin's go-to fic trope / AU / kink? A: PWP / Slice of Life / Ass, Breast, and Nipple Play

Jin revels in stories that help him get to where he wants to go 😉 If his ears are red when he's on his phone while he's waiting for water to boil, or when it's someone else's turn to drive, and you'll know he's reading something downright debaucherous. T&A, all day, every day. Give him that vivid, graphic, imagery. He wants to look, feel, grab, taste, pinch, thrust, come. Tell him exactly what angle. Exactly how loud. Double points if he gets to be the main character. Triple points if he's showing off his own skillset. Stories that smirk knowingly, the same way he does. But his secret? His faves -- the ones that earn likes, reblogs, or bookmarks in his anonymous collection -- are stories that have passion and heart, that have something sweet and meaningful behind their eyes. (Examples: @purplehearts1996's Truth or Dare, Trouble, and Sorry Daddy; @floralseokjin's Glazed and Dazed; @jamaisjoons' Good Girl)

Q: Yoongi's go-to fic trope / AU / kink? A: Slow Burn / Angst / Techie AUs, if that makes sense?, and Family Dynasty, Chaebol fics -- hear me out!! / Oral, obvs

First of all, there are countless fics that cover this, but Yoongi’s. Tongue. Technology. He loves reading about people giving and receiving oral. He judges people's dexterity and reactions and compares them to himself. He'll either read an oral scene and smirk at how much better he could do it, or enthusiastically take notes...

ANYWAY, MOVING ON BEFORE I GET COMPLETELY DERAILED -- though I give BTS examples of such fics, I feel like he wouldn't read fics about himself or the guys because it'd be too weird for him? He's into slow burn, angsty fics where things don't always end happily because, well, that's life. The kind of fics that initially grab his attention are stories that are techie in feel and theme. Think futuristic, hacker, android, robot, scientist, steampunky AUs. Or fics that involve some kind of technical aspect, where characters have a highly specialized skillset, and the story revolves around that skillset coming into play somehow. But! I think he also secretly likes reading dynasty / chaebol kinds of fics! This is solely based on the fact that he watched Sky Castle?? Which is apparently about a bunch of rich parents?? Trying to get their kinds into a prestigious university?? So I think what really gets Yoongi hooked is a dramatic, emotional soap opera that also has some kind of framing device, a task or event that brings people together, forcing them to accomplish or deal with something, with an added bonus if some technical aspect is involved. (Examples: @taestefully-in-luv‘s The Island, @reliablesmitten's Bona Fides, @sahmfanficbts's Promise Me, and I just gotta plug Hideaway because I’ve imagined him reading it ever since I learned about him watching Sky Castle)

Q: Hobi's go-to fic trope / AU / kink? A: Drabbles and Reactions / Any AU / Overstimulation

Hobi's so into his body, so rooted in the physical world, that he would really gravitate toward drabbles and reactions, those quick snippets like darts right to his heart before he's off to the next dance practice or rehearsal. The right oneshot can get him in the mood like the right song can, and the rest of the guys will know that he's been reading something particularly hot when he gets to practice and he turns it on at full wattage. He's into any character, any AU, any trope, any situation, but what really sends him over the edge is when there's a scene with overstimulation, a moment that dares you to push past your physical limits and rewards you with a feeling you never knew you could experience. (Examples: @blu-joons's entire imagines masterlist, Roomie / @mochilatae's and @purgatorywriter's #micro drabbles and general drabble battles, @xjoonchildx's Dinner & Dessert as well as Close Call from the Guarded series, @btsqualityy's BTS Kink Series: Denial and Overstimulation, @hazzapapi's dirty bts reactions)

Q: Jimin go-to fic trope / AU / kink? A: Friends to Lovers / Social Media AUs / Praise

Surprise, surprise, the supposed gossip loves a SMAU! He's all about the messy drama. He loves knowing everybody's point of view, getting everyone's reactions in real-time, feeling fully immersed in the world and part of the conversation. He loves judging how people react, to the point where he's almost screaming at his phone screen when someone does something ridiculous. When he gets an appetite for the smut, though, he's all about a praise kink. Based on literally every Run ep, he loves compliments, hearing how good he is, how good he makes you feel. Maybe that's really why, whatever he reads, he's always in such a great mood afterwards. (Examples: basically all of @kimnjss's SMAUs, esp Cyberslut, @burningupp's Remember Me, @sopebubbles' Bulletproof Heart, and @btsrunmylife‘s What U Need)

Q: Taehyung's go-to fic trope / AU / kink? A: Yandere / Mafia and Rich Boy AUs in which he's the STAR! / Huge (Massive) Cock Kink

Taehyung is as much an actor as he is a musician, so when he's not working on a show, and he's got some downtime in the green room or on a flight, he's reading fics to imagine himself as the main character in his own fics. Whenever I think of Tae reading, I think of him looking for an escape, versions of him that he doesn't always get to show but that he enjoys playing around with. So he leans hard into the obsessive, yandere, dominant side of things, with an air of sultriness and danger. And obviously, he loves getting to read about all the kinds of crazy ways he makes you beg for him, scream for him, with his various endowments 😉 (Examples: Roomie / @mochilatae's Sticky Fingers, @flowesona’s Ultimatum).

Q: Jungkook's go-to fic trope / AU / kink? A: Fantasy / Gamers / every kink in the book, so long as there's some kind of Fluff and Romance along with his Smut lol

Jungkook's way into fanfic could be the gamer world, which would extend to fantasy. His love for gaming, anime, and his appreciation for cinematography, would hyper-fuel his imagination at all the incredibly creative fic worlds out there. He doesn't seem like the type to naturally have his head in the clouds, so he'd be enraptured at all the detail that writers put into these universes. He'd enjoy stories in any AU that talk about things from a gamer's perspective, but I think he'd also enjoy stories where he is IN video games, living out different kinds of adventures and exploring different worlds. Also, given that he thinks he'll supposedly hear a bell when he meets The One, he no doubt appreciates sweet, romantic stories that contain more erotica than straight smut. But note that even with this whimsy, I still believe Jungkook is 100% a dom lol. (Examples: @btsrecmylife's Into the Safe Zone, @polyjoon's Sonder, which is a delightfully creative, absolutely magical Jinkook story that blew me away because Jungkook is an NPC!)

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→ on my mind 02 — a jeongguk scenario

member: jeon jungkook

word count: 25.6k

genre: domestic!au + established relationship + fluff + smut + mild angst

warnings: slow build / oral sex (f & m receiving) / multiple smut scenes / over-stimulation / breeding kink / creampies / mentions of infertility / pregnancy is a central part of the story line / pregnancy sex / jeongguk just wants to be a good dad / i am so sorry if the editing is not up to par i tried my best / mild possessiveness / mentions of misogyny and an asshole manager

soundtracks: (they long to be) close to you, carpenters + to you, yoona & lee sang soon + someone’s shining, wisue + who knew, chloe x halle, + but i’m trying to tell you how much i love you, saevom + pretend, lee aram + when the wind blows, yoona + meet me in amsterdam, rini + she, jannabi

special thanks to: @gukkheaven for seeing the baby version of this fic <3 / @a-life-thats-next-to-normal for sharing some much needed baby info with me!

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dedicated to the lovely @himboksj happy (very late almost criminally late) bday present! so whew... there’s a lot happening in this one! return of jock!jk and his wonderful girl oc now featuring!!: squirting, creampie, oral (fem receiving), mild choking, biting, boobs in face!!, anime tiddy mentions, praise kink galore, multiple orgasms, the use of a vibrator, jaykay is sick actually, over-stimulation, mild spit kink, dommish!jk, (redacted) pet name, mentions (and watching) of porn, everybody is in love and horny, crying cause the dick too good, fingering but not really. 5k of words that should have never left my brain. listen to continuum & nothing without you by tanerelle (kindly check masterlist for the pretty boy drabble mini masterlist if you want to read the rest of this au!)

Jeongguk didn’t mean to go snooping through your things. It was 100% accidental. He just remembered that you kept some athletic tape in your drawers because Jeongguk usually needed to wrap his knee or ankle after practice and you ensured that he always had some near (in case he came crashing at yours instead of going back to his dorm after Coach brutalised him during drills). And, anyway, you were at a point in your relationship where Jeongguk didn’t necessarily feel the need to outright ask you if he could poke around your drawers. Of course, he respected your space, but it’s not like he wasn’t nosy when you were best friends. You were in the shower too, he didn’t want to bang on the door and ask where you kept the tape.

Imagine his surprise when he reached the final drawer in your dresser, idly rummaging around for the blue athletic tape he knows is buried somewhere, and his fingers latch around a silky cloth instead. He knew what it was immediately, the shape a dead give-away. A discreet bullet vibrator, stuffed under your unnecessarily large collection of fluffy winter socks. Perhaps he stopped breathing, the twitch in his loose workout shorts undeniable. He’s not surprised that you own one and yet, his brain can’t fathom you using it. Even now, Jeongguk’s still growing used to seeing you come undone around his length, the feeling of your walls tight on his cock as your mumble his name. It drives him mad. He’s seen you in every kind of state; sobbing hysterically, laughing until tears slip from your pretty eyes, stumbling drunk in the streets, eyebrows furrowed with anger at him, that soft tiny grin you grant him on good days, the pout your lips settle into when you don’t get your way. He never fathomed he’d ever see you in that way, skin flushed with heat, eyes cloudy with ecstasy, your heat pressed against his own. He finds new ways to fall in love with you every day but it reaches new heights when he’s deep inside of you. Maybe he’s mildly obsessed with seeing you unravel, but that’s a secret he keeps to himself.

He does take a peek at your toy though, a soft velvet-like purple vibrator. It’s cute actually, something you would definitely purchase. But then the sound of water hitting the shower tiles slows down and Jeongguk swiftly tucks the toy back into your drawers.

“Oh?” You say when you open the door to him standing stiff in your room. The steam from the shower wraps around your figure in gentle wisps, sunlight filtering in from the window behind you, the image of an innocent angel appearing right before his eyes. “You’re here.”

“Practise ended early,” Jeongguk returns, his gaze trailing the droplets of water that slip down your skin. You smell good, just like that vanilla and peach shower gel that you dearly love. And the towel hiding your body is loose. It’s not his fault that he’s hard in his pants. When he moves to hug you, your face contorts, a downward tug at your lips that Jeongguk longs to change with a kiss.

“I’m wet,” you whine, brushing past him. “Go shower, you always stink after practise.”

He huffs, strong arms catching your fleeing figure and quickly wrapping you into his chest. “No. Don’t want to. I missed you and you can’t even hug me? You’re so mean to me.”

“Guk-” Jeongguk cuts that complaint with his face in your neck, lips colouring your skin rouge with a kiss that intends to leave a mark. “You can’t,” you mumble, but your fingers settle on the nape of his neck, tangling in the growing strands of his hair. “I have to get to work soon.”

“It won’t take long,” Jeongguk returns, feathering kisses across your skin as he nudges you to the bed. “I promise. Let me do this, I’ve missed you, bunny.”

Your towel is discarded somewhere in the amble to your sheets, your thighs wrapped around Jeongguk’s face a second later. He watches your body carefully, teasing your clit with purpose before he allows himself to slip his tongue deep. He notes the twitches in your thighs, the way your buck your hips against his face. He ignores his desire, for the time being, nose buried at the apex of your cunt, tongue covered in your slick, his lips latched on your clit. You like it fast, purposeful sharp flicks that make you squirm until Jeongguk has to pin your hips down, the lave on your heat brutal. His brain can’t help but wonder how you’d behave with your toy grazing your clit and his cock burrowed deep. You’re so sensitive, response to even the softest kiss he lays on your cunt. Would you be wetter than this? You’re already dripping down his face, his mouth glistening with your desire. But he wants to see if you can do more than this, squirm more than this, make a bigger mess than this. The thought surfaces as he feels your body lock, the tension in your limbs drawn high as your hands reach for his. You cum on his face with your fingers intertwined, his name falling from your lips as the afternoon sunlight hits your skin. It’s then and there that Jeongguk decides, with his mouth wet from your release, he’s going to see you squirt one day. For him and him alone.

He waits for the moment to naturally strike, silently scheming wicked thoughts every time you crawl into his sheets. It happens one evening, an empty bottle of wine at the foot of your bed and hentai porn playing brazenly on his laptop screen. Somewhere between downing the bottle and cuddling in his sheets Jeongguk had mentioned an uncanny resemblance between your gigantic chest and the anime boobies he’d grown fond of since his introduction to hentai. You’d immediately dismissed him, whacking him hard on the head and then Jeongguk had to prove it to you, opening his favourite website and pulling up a video that had your jaw-dropping.

“Your boobs do that, you know,” he says. Which grants him a sharp kick to the shin.

“Jeongguk, what is wrong with you?” He can tell you’re not annoyed, but there’s a lilt in your voice that makes him pause, doe eyes flicking to your face. You may be kicking him under the blankets but your eyes are stuck to the video, a distance glaze colouring your gaze. He can tell by the way your thighs draw together that you’re not as averse to this as you pretend to be.

“Turn it off,” you mumble.

“Why? I can tell that you like it.”

“Jeon, I’m not joking.” There’s a glare paired with that sentence, but he reads right through it.

“Fine,” Jeongguk offers, fingers already typing what’s been on his mind since the day he discovered your vibrator.

“What are you—oh.”

There’s a quiet lull. He clicks on a video that’s more familiar to him than he’ll ever willingly admit out loud. It starts the way Jeongguk prefers it to, with a man on his knees, his head buried between the thighs of a girl.

“What are you doing, Guk?” A warning. A question. Jeongguk is not sure what you mean by that and he’s too hesitant to take a look at your face to decipher the tone in your voice just yet. He takes the jump instead, hoping you don’t mind the fantasies of his mind.

“Have you ever squirted?” Somewhere between the exchange of words in Jeongguk's room, the man on his laptop screen slipped two fingers into the girl. It doesn’t help that your boobs are falling right out of your loose camisole, resting right on his bare arm.

“Jeongguk,” you return. “Answer my question.”

“Answer mine first,” he looks at you then, trying hard to read your eyes. There’s no heat in your face, just an innocence that colours your features. Wide eyes, your legs draw together, a hard swallow that he sees in the low lights that illuminate the room.

“No,” you say, bottom lip caught between your teeth. “So why are you showing me squirting porn?”

It’s then that Jeongguk realises he wants to ruin you. As horribly cliché as it sounds, he longs for that. And the urge for it doubles when your gaze falters, flicking quickly for the screen before drifting back to his. The couple is still fucking on his screen, hard quick loud thrusts that travel to the pit in his stomach fast. He’s hard in his briefs, a painful throb ebbing through his length when your hand drops to his chest.

“Guk?”

He shuts the laptop, the moans cut off, a heated silence taking its place. The bed feels too big when he gets up, ignoring the confused look you give him.

The vibrator is exactly where he left it, oddly comforting because it means you don’t use it. You have him after all. But he needs the toy for tonight.

“What? Guk? What’s go—when did you find that?” You’re embarrassed, he knows it from the way you squirm under the blanket. He glances down at it, finger pressing the switch that turns it on. A quick run through shows ten decent vibrators at different levels, it’s rather intense even in his hands, the low buzz that it emits filling the room forbidding before he shuts it off.

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738 notes • Posted 2021-05-05 23:34:41 GMT

→ pu$$y fairy — a jeongguk scenario 02

member: jeon jungkook

word count: 4.2k

genre: smut + college!au + jeongguk and oc are in a weird fwbs without the friendship part just the benefits except jaykay lowkey has feelings + virginity au

warnings: virgin!oc / oral sex (fem receiving) / jaykay best coochie eater / oc is strange / jaykay is confused / there r emotions and propositions because of said emotions!! / first times / not really edited / mingyu the meddling best fwend part two :3

soundtrack: stargazing, the neighbourhood + body, summer walker

part one

Jeongguk has not been able to get you out of his mind since your last fateful meeting. The memories linger like a stain on precious fabric, sinking through thread and leaving a blight that can be spotted from a mile away. His overeager thoughts have left him sensitive, acutely aware of your sudden presence. He spies you constantly in the lunch hall, laughing bold and unabashed with your friends, a brightness on your features that travels straight to his heart. Sometimes you rush past him in the hallways, late to your lectures, the wind sweeping the skirts you donned often upward. That had sent him for a small spiral, the fact that you loved wearing skimpy little things despite your coy nature. He hadn’t picked a favourite yet, but the blush pink and floral patterned skirts were contesting for number one unbeknownst to you. Once, he’d attempted a meek greeting, partially surprised by his timidness. But you had just brushed him off, one flash of your radiant smile before you scampered away. He’d mentioned it to Mingyu one drunken evening, unable to keep your name from slurring off his tongue. His heart twisted funny in his chest when he described your reluctance towards him, throat tight as the words squeezed themselves out. The response he’d received knocked him off his unstable feet, legs sinking onto the pavement below, the glowing amber street above lights blurring.

“Why do you care?” Mingyu had slurred, slumping down beside him.

“What?” The crack of his neck echoed in the wind as he twisted to face his friend, discovering Mingyu's features flushed red and his eyes half-closed as the truth slipped from his mouth.

“I mean,” Mingyu continued, “It’s not like you’re dating her or anything. It’s strictly sex, or is that not what the both of you agreed?”

“Well–” He was caught there, facing a dead-end he didn’t realise he’d back himself into until that very moment. “Well, even if that’s what we agreed I should at least get to know her right? It feels so strange to sleep with someone you barely know.”

Mingyu had scoffed, knocking his knee into Jeongguk’s. “Yah! Were you not trying to hook up with some random girl in the club five minutes ago?”

“But that’s different,” he’d pouted into the night, hands ripping through his curls in a futile attempt to get you out of his head. “I’m supposed to take her virginity, right? There’s a weight there. I should get to know her.”

Mingyu paused for a second, silently reading into what his friend was implying. “Fair enough. Get to know her then.”

“I’m trying,” Jeongguk shot back. “But it’s so hard. She doesn’t even answer my texts. Maybe she hates me or something.”

The long look he received unsettled him, Mingyu’s gaze indiscernible.

“She doesn’t hate you,” he finally murmured, the sentence purposeful. “She’s probably just overwhelmed. Y/N tends to shut down when things feel like too much for her.”

“So? She should at least respond to my messages.” Jeongguk didn't mean to say the remainder of his thoughts out loud but they stumbled from his throat regardless, a whisper lifted by the midnight breeze. “Was my dick that ugly?”

Mingyu’s loud laugh cut right through him, Jeongguk’s cheeks burning hard in the quiet of the night.

“She said that?” Another choking laugh accompanied his disbelief followed by Jeongguk’s head drooping down in shame. “God, you’ve got it bad haven’t you? And you barely know her too.”

“Shut up,” Jeongguk had hissed, terrified of the fond thumping of his heart. “I don’t.”

“You do,” Mingyu had hummed. “But I get it. Just give her time. She’s been asking about you too, you know.”

“She has?” If he had ears like a puppy they’d be perked up with jubilance right now.

Another knowing noise of acknowledgement, his friend’s gaze wistful. “Yeah. But like I said, give her time.”

↯

Time is apparently three weeks later, the stress of submitting mid-semester assignments finally subduing across campus. There were murmurs of parties, people out and about with no care for the curfew imposed on them, and the recklessness of mid-term break drifting through the autumn air. Jeongguk had messaged you a couple of days ago (just a quick check-in or that is what he told himself), only to be met with one-word responses and a curtness that left him cold. But here you are again, notifications lighting up his screen in the middle of the night.

nutcase [11:48pm]

u up?

He nearly chokes on the ramen halfway down his throat. A booty-call, really, Jeongguk just meant that to you. For a second he considers ignoring the message but the prospect of seeing you again has him tapping the notification with a swiftness that should embarrass him.

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1166 notes • Posted 2021-06-20 00:53:45 GMT

Going raw with jock jk 🥴

well...aw shit here we go again (literally nawt edited)

pairing: jock!jk and oc

warnings: use of pet names, mentions of orgasms/oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, jeongguk is SO IN LOVE, yeah its soft and horny :3

There’s an edge to the air that Jeongguk feels in his chest. It’s sharp, loaded with something unfamiliar that leaves his heart in a mess of nerves, thumping loud in the silence of his room. In the distance, his brain registers the unforgettable boisterous laugh of Mingyu downstairs, probably laughing at something silly Yoonho said. The pair were always around, clambering around Jeongguk’s dorm as if they lived there while Yugyeom grumbled from his seat on the couch. Normally, he would be a little bit annoyed. Jeongguk loved his friends but he also adored his solitude (there’s also the fact that one time they cleared the fridge of all his banana milk and ate his galbi leftovers). But right now, he cannot fathom leaving the comfort of these four walls to kick them out. Not when you’re panting into his bed-sheets, skin flushed warm and a blissful glaze covering your eyes when you flutter them his way.

Nothing in the world mattered as much as you did.

“You good?” He whispers it into the hollow of your neck, delicately planting a kiss there a moment after.

The sigh you release seeps into his heart, a soft gentle sound that he longs to hear again.

“Perfect,” you quietly return, gracing him with a smile that could end wars and clear skies.

He wants to do this slowly, savour every part of you all over again. He can still taste you on his tongue, the memory of your muffled cries and beautiful tremors so fresh in his mind that it’s almost violent. But his own desires demand attention, cock hard against the line of his stomach, a need so desperate building rapidly. His hands travel slow by force, but you know him too well, knocking your legs apart so that your heat meets his, slick eagerly coating the length of him.

The groan he lets out his accidental, melting into the air as Jeongguk buries his face in your neck. In his dismay you giggle, a devious sound, as your fingernails trail down his back, digging into muscle with purpose.

“It’s you’re turn now, love.” It’s murmured into his ear, your hands sinking into the mess of his curls. You brush them away with a fondness that cracks his heart open, something wild and beautiful blooming in his chest.

Love. Love. He thinks about that word a lot. Thinks about it when you cheer for him at his games, tiny frame jumping onto the bleachers so you can see the field better. When you wack at his arm and laugh at his lame jokes. When you drop an iced americano in his hands after his tortuous nine am classes with Professor Lee. When you tug him into your arms and kiss him like you want to memorise the feeling on his lips on yours. When you look at him. When you hands slides into his, a fit as perfect as your bodies moving together in his bed.

Love.

You.

He thinks he might. He knows he does.

He should say it. Soon at least. Before it comes out during an untimely situation. Like the time your car broke down in the middle of a busy street and when you called for help Jeongguk was terrified that you’d gotten hurt. The itch didn’t leave even after you’d explained the situation, angry honking and your voice trembling with concealed tears. He wanted to say it then. Needed to. It almost slipped out when he said goodbye, promising to come as quickly as he could.

I love you.

Would it be that big of a deal? He thinks about as your hands fall from his body. He rises slowly, moving to rummage through his drawers for a condom. There’s four left. He bought a pack of 30 not even two weeks ago. Perhaps he spent more time learning the taste of your cunt than he did on his lectures. But this was still new. Bright, unlearned. He’d just figured out that you like it when he pins you down hard, making it impossible for you to squirm as he licked you apart. So perhaps the rapidly emptying box is warranted.

When he looks back at you, you’re staring at him. The foil feels funny in his hands. He gives it a twirl before attempting to tear it open.

“Actually,” you interrupt. He halts, heart loud in his head. “We... You... What if we didn’t use it?”

Oh.

“Because, well,” you quickly tack on, shuffling upright. Jeongguk will admit that he did stare at your boobs as you did so. “We both got tested right? And, I am on birth control.”

Fuck. He most definitely came a little at just the thought of fucking you raw. Not that he hasn’t thought about it. But before it was never an outright possibility. Not until now, when you look like an angel in his bed, your body his temple to worship.

“Okay,” Jeongguk tries to keep his voice levelled but he knows it wavers. Whether it’s fear or excitement he can’t discern yet. “We can do that, yeah.”

You smile and he drops the condom like it scales him, climbing back into your arms where he belongs. It takes a little bit of shifts and shuffles, quiet laughs and gentle kisses interrupting the journey, before Jeongguk settles at your entrance, sliding in with an ease that should be criminal. You take him so well that he nearly blows his load right there, a tight wet heat welcoming every inch of his length. He doesn’t miss the way your back arches from the back, his hands cupping the back of your hips. There’s a whine that escapes from your throat, followed by the sound of name. You’re delirious, your moans colouring his room warm. He can’t help but buck forward, lip caught between his teeth as he forces his release down. His thoughts are stuck on how good you feel around him, velvet walls fluttering when he pauses, gives you a moment to adjust, his gaze dropping to your half open eyes.

“Bunny,” he murmurs. You mumble something incoherent, which Jeongguk replies to by bucking his hips deeper. “Bunny.”

“Hmm?”

“Look at me.” It takes a moment but you force your eyes open, gaze meeting Jeongguk’s. His curls keep tumbling into his face but you can still feel the heat of his gaze from behind them. “Good girl.” There’s the rock of his hips, followed by a sharp tug as he pulls you closer to him . You can feel him in your guts, thick cock splitting you right open. “Be good for me, hmm? I’m not gonna be gentle with you, baby. You can take it though, can’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

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1288 notes • Posted 2021-01-13 16:13:21 GMT

→ pretty boy — a jeongguk drabble series

alternatively known as the jock!jk universe

drabbles in vague chronological order (more are likely to be added)

pretty boy au playlist 💞

1. after-school activities

2. i thought you meant me

3. beer-pong and jealousy (a)

4. she was waiting (a)

5. excuses to yearn

6. locker-room lover (m)

7. my love (m)

8. be good for me (m)

9. obsessions of the good kind (m)

10. new horizons (m)

11. what you do to me (semi-m)

12. familiar friends, new fears (a)

13. bite the hand that feeds the heart (a)

14. honeymoon fades (a)

15. one heart broke; four hands bloody (a)

16. fuel to the fire (a) (m)

17. out of line (a)

18. old friends, new foes (a)

19. kintsugi (a) (f)

go through the jock!jk tag to see the full universe! (asks/thoughts from the author)

1669 notes • Posted 2021-01-17 13:56:46 GMT

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