#fallout 3 oneshot

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Day 1: Welcome Home ↠ Charon

➼ Word Count » 1.5k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Slice of Life, Platonic/Romantic

"Hey, Charon?" You called from the top floor in the Megaton house the two of you had somehow managed to snag. "Can you remind me to pay Moira for decorating the next time we visit her?"

His tired and monotone eyes trailed their way over to where you had begun to come down the stairs, "Sure." He croaked, moving to pocket a handful of caps.

Inevitably, when you went to see the shop owner, you'd forget to actually bring the caps you owed. You always did. Something about how growing up in a vault never required you to keep any kind of currency on you at all times, and it was a force of habit for you to forget. But it wouldn't matter because he would already have them on his person. An easy enough task for him to complete and a part of him found counting the aluminum fun in its own right.

You zigzagged around the house, grabbing at anything you might need before you left. You rummaged through drawers and snatched things off shelves until you finally felt ready enough to complete some of your errands around the town.

"Do you wanna come? It shouldn't take too long. I just need to visit a few people." You smoothed your hands down your shirt, peering up at the rugged man before you as you spoke.

You smiled when you saw him give you a small nod. You quickly holstered your gun to the side of your belt, and then the two of you were off, Dogmeat panting at your heels.

There were many times in the vault when you'd wonder about how the outside world looked compared to the steel of 101, but as you walked out into the blindly bright sun, you found yourself wishing to go back to those simpler days of artificial light.

You brought your hand up over your eyes, desperate to fend off the blaring rays that shot straight into your retinas. You felt yourself adjusting to the sudden change as you squinted your eyes at the environment around you.

"Hey, kid!" Jericho's painfully familiar voice rang out as he noticed you step out, "Keep your problems out of Megaton. We've already had a few Enclave members come askin' about you, and I don't like lying for you."

You let out an amused breath, "You? Not wanting to lie? Be serious, J."

You intended the words playfully, but you doubted he picked up on that. He never did. Everything had to be a fight with him.

"I am being serious." He sneered, clearly annoyed by your joking attitude, "Next time, I'm telling them to torch your house."

You saw Charon's lip twitch ever so slightly at the sound of his threat, but he never got the chance to say what he wanted to say as Jericho adjusted his gun to be in his hands, and left down toward the entrance of the city.

The only bad thing about your home that still rings true is your one neighbor. Not only is he one of the most overtly friendly people you've ever met, but his house is a dump.

Every time you pass it, there's garbage littering the outskirts of the building. You'd complain if you weren't so afraid of him shooting you for it. Honestly, he couldn't make it look any worse if he tried.

Charon didn't seem to like him either. The one time you asked him about it you were met with a dry chuckle and a subtle roll of his eyes.

"He's... probably not being serious." You chuckled nervously, trying to lighten the ghoul's mood. He didn't answer you, though, keeping his gaze locked onto the former raider.

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You had envisioned how your life would look a few times back in the vault, but never had you imagined that you'd be living with a ghoul in a dirty old house, directly outside 101. It almost felt taboo, especially knowing that everyone you grew up around only lived a few feet away.

An odd feeling, but an even odder way of life. You supposed it was for the best. Even though you were 100x more at risk of dying, you found yourself much happier than you would've ever imagined yourself being had you stayed.

And happy you were as you lounged on your couch with the ghoul. Your feet in his lap, not because you put them there, but because he moved them on top of him when he sat down.

You peeked over the top of your magazine at him in curiosity. He'd been getting more and more comfortable ever since he agreed to move in with you. Sure, a part of it was his job, but there had to be something else, right? Maybe he was finally allowing himself to be more relaxed?

"What?" He grunted, looking up from where he was tinkering with his gun to stare at you.

"Nothing, nothing." You waved dismissively, going back to reading Grognak on the couch.

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"Have you ever gone sightseeing downtown?" You asked from where you stood in the kitchen.

"No." He answered, "There's nothing to see."

You hummed in thought for a moment, before speaking, "We should go some time. I bet we could find something worth looking at."

He only grunted, coming over from the couch to sit at the dinky dinner table that sat cramped in the corner of your impossibly small kitchen.

One of the biggest things you missed from the vault was that the kitchens actually worked. You didn't even want to think about how long it took you just to catch a flame on the stove.

"It's dangerous downtown," Charon muttered, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back in his chair.

"Since when has that ever been an issue for you?" You teased, stirring the mutfruit you had sprinkled in your pan around. "Maybe when we start heading back to the Citadel we can explore a few extra places."

You didn't know what it was, but you found the city to be one of the prettiest places in all of the Capital Wasteland. If nothing else, then how populated it must've been before the war.

So many people in one place must've been exciting to see and you only wished you could've been around to see it before it went away.

Your head turned at the flurry of quick knocks on the door. You turned the dial down to a lower setting and wiped your hands, as you followed Charon toward the front to answer it.

"Oh, uh, hey there." Gob rasped when he found himself face to face with the bodyguard.

"Gob!" You greeted, pushing past the massive ghoul to hug the other, "How are you? It's been so long since you've last visited!"

"Heh, yeah," He chuckled awkwardly, "Well, I'll probably have a lot more time on my hands now."

"Really?" You asked, "Why's that?"

"You didn't hear? Moriarity was found dead last night. Security's searching for the culprit right now, but I don't think they're trying too hard."

You feigned shock at the news, turning to stare into Charon's blank expression with slight mischief.

"I wonder who could've done that." You wondered out loud, knowing full well what you and you're roommate had been planning for a week prior. "So, you own the saloon now?"

"That's what I've been told." He replied, scratching the back of his head, "Well, I'll leave you alone now. Just wanted to try out this new freedom thing."

You hummed thoughtfully, grinning widely at the bartender who stood before you.

"Why don't you come inside for a little bit? We can celebrate!" You cheered, already pulling him inside your home before he could answer. You poured three drinks for all of you as you spoke, "I've almost finished making mutfruit omelets if you want one."

"Ah, no thanks, this drink is more than enough," Gob answered, sitting hunched over on the couch.

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"Ah, hello!" Moira greeted excitedly, pulling you quickly into a tight embrace before pushing you back, hands still firmly planted on your shoulders as she spoke, "Did your gun break again? I've been thinking about it a lot and may have found a more reliable and permanent solution to the problem! All that's left is to test it!"

"Aw, thanks! But no, I'm here to finally pay you what I owe." You said, patting yourself down for caps, although, you paled when you didn't feel any. You felt yourself freeze in place as you tried to think up an excuse as to how you forgot to bring the amount needed. Charon's rough hand on your shoulder broke you out of that, however, as he dropped them into her open hand.

"Thank you!" She beamed, "I was about to start charging interest! So, you're lucky you brought it now!"

"Y-yeah, well, you know how I t-try to stay uh... reliable." You stuttered. You weren't even sure what you were saying. All you knew was that you were so incredibly relieved that you didn't have to make a fool of yourself.

You shot a grateful glance back at the ghoul, his emotionless gaze feeling more and more reassuring every time you met them, and you felt that they'd only continue to comfort you the longer you were around him.

[eatcopperwire]

Hey it’s me, Rufus! You may know me as rufuslol as that is my alias on some platforms, or as Niko oneshot on some other ones, as I have used that alias many times bc oneshot is a very good game :3

I use any/all pronouns, and I have autism and adhd, and I am just here to be fun and entertain! :3

I have many interests, including but not limited to dwarf fortress, deltarune, Halley labs, fallout, the works of people like Tony zaret and Dan hentschel, disco elysium, etc.

I am also learning coding, writing and pixel art, and I want to be an indie game developer when I’m older (expect the games I’m going to make to not even be released in early access for 5-20~ years, making story heavy games takes a long time and I’m still in college)

I may post sprites and concepts for the game I’m working on on here, but it’ll mostly be me ranting about shit I like/hate and/or shitposting

Cw: I swear a lot

Anyway have a wonderful day! :3

[thrillered]

♡ ˗ˏˋ Spencer Agnew Masterlist ´ˎ˗ ♡

✯"You Know I Mountain Dew It For Ya"✯

Part 1: Lunch Part 2: Release Day Part 3: You Blew Up Part 4: Ignoring Part 5: Resolution Part 6: The Pod Part 7: To Destress Part 8: Confessions Part 9: Fallout Part 10: Birds of a Feather Part 11: Apologies Part 12: What Would Spencer Do? Part 13: Brunch Part 14: The Date

★・・・★ Oneshots ★・・・★

The Hard Launch Y/N L/N is dead | The Funeral Roast The Ex Confidence is Key Your Surprise (Slightly NSFW) Couples Tattoos Reacts

[simpforoneandonlycarlossainz]

Thank you for the Happiest Years of my Life

Summary: After an emotionally charged fallout, Carlos and Y/N find themselves at the end of a love they once believed was unbreakable.

A/n, Buckle up for an angst filled chapter, not really fight or arguement, just resignation cause I am in the mood for tears:3. Do let me know if I should make a part 2 for a happy ending? Its inspired by the song Happiest Year by Jaymes Young. Let me know you thoughts in the notes and if you want you can send me requests for any Carlos x reader oneshot and I will try my best to deliver it to you<3

The lights of Monte Carlo shimmered in the distance, scattering like crushed diamonds across the dark velvet sea. The waves below caught each fragment of light and fractured them—delicate, broken reflections that danced restlessly, aimlessly.

Just like the memories in his mind.

Carlos stood alone on the narrow balcony of the penthouse suite, his knuckles white as he gripped the iron railing. The wind carried a chill that didn’t quite reach his skin—it went deeper, settling somewhere in the hollow part of his chest.

The same suite. The same balcony. The same view.

And yet… nothing felt the same.

Everything looked like it was holding its breath, as if waiting for her to walk back in and breathe life into it again.

The silence inside clawed at him.

He could almost hear her—could almost convince himself that if he turned around, she’d be there, barefoot and half-asleep, wrapped in one of his hoodies, her voice thick with sleep as she mumbled something about the stars being brighter in Monaco.

But all he heard was the soft hum of traffic far below and the wind rushing through a world that had moved on without her.

The suite was still hers in so many ways. Her perfume—warm vanilla laced with a whisper of jasmine—still clung stubbornly to the cushions, to his shirts, to the edges of his thoughts. That scent used to be his anchor. Now, it was a knife.

And then there was the plant.

That stupid little plant she had insisted on buying from a street vendor during one of their walks.

"Even hotel rooms deserve a little life, and this is our home so of course," she had said playfully, placing it by the window with a proud smile.

He hadn’t watered it since she left. Couldn’t bear to touch it. Its leaves now curled inward, starved and browning at the edges—just like him.

Y/N had poured love into everything she touched. Into that room. Into him.

And now?

Now it all felt like an echo of a life that belonged to someone else. A version of himself he barely recognized anymore. One who smiled more. Who slept better. Who believed in forever.

But he let her go.

Or maybe—he pushed her.

And standing there, watching the broken city lights scatter like fallen promises, Carlos couldn’t help but feel the undeniable truth settle in his bones:

He was the one wilting now.

And there was no one left to save him.

The door creaked open behind him—soft, uncertain. Like a memory daring to come back.

Carlos froze. His heartbeat thundered in his chest, loud enough he thought it might echo off the walls.

And then—her voice.

Quiet. Barely above a whisper. Fragile, yet laced with something unshakably familiar. “You still keeping the place.”

He turned slowly.

And there she was.

Y/N stood in the doorway like a ghost wrapped in warmth. His oversized navy sweater hung off her frame—too big, too worn, and yet it looked like it belonged only to her. Her hair was pulled up in a loose, messy knot, strands falling around her face like they used to after long, sleepy mornings tangled in each other. Her eyes… they held storms and softness. Tired. Guarded. But still somehow—him.

Carlos swallowed hard, something raw catching in his throat. “I never stopped.”

His voice cracked at the edges.

She stepped inside with careful, deliberate steps—as though the floor might collapse beneath her if she wasn’t careful. As though the silence might shatter at any moment and take her heart with it.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her. The silence between them stretched, thick with things unsaid, thick with time they couldn’t get back.

“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” he said, quieter this time. Like it hurt to admit.

She offered the ghost of a smile—so faint, it looked like it had been exiled from her lips. “I almost didn’t.”

And just like that, he was 23 again. Breathless in love with the girl who painted light into every room just by standing in it.

Carlos exhaled shakily, running a hand through his hair, trying to hold the pieces of himself together. But she was here. And every crack ached anew.

Y/N crossed her arms—not in defiance, but in defense. Like she was wrapping herself in the only armor she had left. “Why did you ask me here, Carlos?”

He didn’t answer right away. He turned from her, walking into the living room where the dim lamplight cast long, empty shadows. The air smelled faintly of her perfume—vanilla and something floral—and it hit him like a punch to the gut.

In the corner, he opened a drawer. Quietly. Reverently.

From it, he pulled a photo—slightly curled at the edges, faded from being handled too much.

He held it out.

She stepped forward slowly and took it from him, their fingers brushing briefly. It was electric. Painful. A reminder of a thousand soft moments now bruised.

It was them.

Tuscany. A vineyard. She was laughing, her head thrown back, sunlight caught like wildfire in her hair. He was mid-laugh, eyes closed, joy unfiltered, real. Untouched by the weight they hadn’t known was coming.

“I found this yesterday,” he said, voice low and hoarse. “And I…”

He faltered.

“I realized I never said thank you.”

She looked up, eyes narrowing slightly in confusion.

He kept going.

“Thank you,” he repeated, firmer now. “For loving me. For seeing me. For staying when I didn’t give you a single reason to.”

She stared at him, lips parting as if to speak. But nothing came. Her eyes gleamed, lashes trembling. She blinked—once, twice, fast—like she could physically will the tears away.

Carlos’s gaze dropped. His next words came out quieter, broken. “I ruined it.”

He stepped back, shame curling through every syllable.

Carlos let the silence hang for a long beat, his hands trembling slightly as they hung useless by his sides. The air between them felt heavy, too thick to breathe.

“I let the world eat me alive,” he said finally, his voice hoarse and low, like it was being dragged from somewhere buried deep inside his chest. “The pressure. The noise. The weight of being everything for everyone except myself.” He looked at her, eyes red and glassy. “Except you.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, forcing himself to keep going.

“I didn’t know how to ask for help… I didn’t know how to admit I was drowning. So instead of handing you a life vest, I dragged you under with me. I watched you gasp for air while I pretended I was fine. I put it all on you. Every fear, every failure, every bad day that I couldn’t carry anymore—I dumped it at your feet.”

His voice cracked—visibly, audibly.

“I made you carry me… when I should’ve just reached out and held your hand.”

He exhaled, ragged and broken.

“And then,” he continued, quieter now, almost like he hated himself for the words that came next, “I turned it all into poison. Into sharp edges and cold shoulders. Into silence when you needed comfort, into anger when you only offered love.”

Y/N didn’t move.

But he saw it.

The tiniest twitch of her lips. The way her chin wobbled for just a second before she stilled it. Her shoulders sank—not dramatically, not enough to collapse, but enough to say she had heard every word, and that each one cut just a little deeper than the last.

“And you,” Carlos whispered, his voice like glass, “you drank every drop of that poison. Thinking it was love. Believing that maybe if you just held on long enough, I’d come back to you.”

A tear rolled down her cheek, unbidden.

But she didn’t speak. Didn’t wipe it away.

She just let it fall.

And Carlos felt something in his chest rip wide open.

He bit the inside of his cheek so hard he tasted blood. Still, he kept going, because she deserved the truth—even if it came late, even if it came from a place of ruin.

“It broke you too, didn’t it?” he whispered, barely able to look at her now. “Loving me... it broke you.”

Her silence was an answer. A loud one.

Not because she didn’t want to speak.

But because there was nothing left to say that could undo the damage.

He saw it in her eyes—the ache of someone who had fought for too long and had nothing left to fight with. The kind of pain that came from loving someone who kept handing you reasons to leave, and still… you stayed.

Until it tore you apart.

Carlos’s chest heaved, the guilt pressing into his ribs like a scream trapped beneath his skin.

And for the first time in a long time, he didn’t just regret what he did.

He regretted what he turned her into while doing it.

And now all that remained was the echo.

“You pushed me away,” she whispered. “And then you acted surprised when I finally left.”

Carlos nodded. “I know.”

There was a long silence.

Y/N stepped closer, the photo still trembling faintly between her fingers. Her voice was soft, but every word struck him with the weight of months lost and memories bleeding at the edges.

“You know… when I left,” she began, her eyes not quite meeting his, “I thought I’d feel lighter.”

Carlos froze, his breath catching in his throat.

“Like I’d finally put something down,” she continued, voice trembling like a tightrope about to snap. “Like walking away from something too heavy to carry any longer. But it didn’t feel like relief, Carlos.”

She finally looked up—and the pain in her eyes knocked the air out of his lungs.

“It felt like mourning someone who was still alive.”

His gaze dropped instantly, guilt curling in his stomach like rusted wire.

Y/N's breath hitched, and she blinked rapidly, her lashes wet. “Do you know how cruel that is?” she whispered, voice breaking on the edges. “To grieve someone who walks and breathes and smiles for the rest of the world—but not for you anymore?”

Carlos couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Every part of him was splintering under the weight of her honesty.

“I loved you in ways I didn’t even understand yet,” she whispered, her voice cracking wide open. “You were home. You were my constant. I was building forever with you in mind. Every plan, every promise—I placed it all around you like stars in a sky I thought we shared.”

She exhaled slowly, like the words were knives she had to bleed out just to breathe.

“But you… you were building walls.”

He flinched.

“And now you hate me,” he said quietly, almost like he was asking for it. A punishment he believed he deserved.

“No.” Her response was instant, fierce, and full of something tragically beautiful. “I could never hate you. That’s the problem.”

Her voice broke at the end—just a tremor—but it shattered him completely. A single tear slipped down her cheek, and she turned slightly away, as if ashamed of the emotion that cracked through her composed exterior.

And for the first time in months, Carlos let go.

His own tears slipped past his defenses—silent, unrestrained. His chest ached as if something vital inside him had been torn out.

“I still dream about you,” he whispered, barely able to speak. “About waking up next to you. About hearing you laugh in the mornings. Seeing you at the races. About driving you to the airport and holding your hand across the console like always. Like nothing ever went wrong.”

Y/N looked down, and a shaky smile ghosted across her lips—heartbreaking in its fragility.

“I still reach for your side of the bed sometimes,” she said. “Instinct, I guess. My body hasn’t caught up with reality yet.”

Silence fell between them again—but it wasn’t empty. It pulsed with everything unsaid, with memories too sacred to destroy and wounds too fresh to ignore.

It wrapped around them like smoke—soft, suffocating, and impossible to escape. Neither of them moved. Neither of them dared to.

Because this—this was the kind of heartbreak that didn’t scream.

It lingered. It haunted. It remembered.

And it loved… still.

“You were my happiest years,” she whispered, her voice breaking like delicate glass under the weight of memory.

Carlos felt the breath leave his body.

Those words—so gentle, so full of everything they had been—landed like a knife to the chest. His hand moved on instinct, reaching out, fingertips trembling as he brushed the tear sliding down her cheek. He wanted to touch her one last time. To anchor himself in the softness he once called home.

But she flinched—not out of anger, but self-preservation—and stepped back. Knowing if she didn't step back, she will never be able to leave.

“Don’t,” she said, not unkindly. Her voice was like silk being torn. “Please… don’t make this harder than it already is.”

Carlos froze. His hand dropped to his side like it no longer belonged to him. His jaw clenched so tight it ached, but he nodded—once, sharp, painful—like the acknowledgment itself might keep him from falling apart.

Y/N reached into her bag, her movements slow and deliberate, as though every second she stalled would delay the inevitable. Then she held it out to him—a photograph. Just a small one. Faded around the edges, worn from years of being folded and carried too close to the heart.

The two of them in golden hour sunlight—she was laughing, her head tilted back, eyes crinkled with joy, while Carlos stared at her like she was the only thing in the world that ever made sense.

“You should keep it,” she murmured, placing it gently into his hand. “So you remember what it felt like. To be loved like that.”

Carlos’s fingers curled around it like it was fragile, sacred. Like it was the last piece of her he’d ever get to hold. And maybe it was.

He didn’t even look at it.

He couldn’t.

Instead, he held it to his chest, pressing it against the space where his heart was now screaming. As if maybe the memory—the ghost of that moment—could stop the rest of him from shattering.

y/n turned.

Her heels clicked once against the hotel floor, then stopped.

She paused at the door, her back to him, shoulders drawn tight with everything she wasn’t saying.

Then, with a breath that sounded like it took every last ounce of strength she had left, she gave him a final smile before quietly saying, “I’ll always be rooting for you, Carlos. Even from far away.”

And then she opened the door.

And she was gone.

Gone like sunlight slipping beneath the sea.

Gone like the last note of a song that once made you feel infinite.

Gone like a heartbeat slowing down into silence.

Carlos didn’t move.

The door clicked shut behind her with the softest finality, and it echoed louder than any scream could’ve.

He stood there, alone in the quiet, the photograph still pressed to his chest. The room around him felt hollow—too still, too clean. As if all the color had drained out the second she left. Her scent lingered in the air like a secret, her laughter haunted the corners like a memory refusing to be erased.

And his knees buckled.

He collapsed into the nearest chair, chest heaving, the photo shaking in his hands.

Tears fell freely now—messy, unguarded, without shame.

And in the ruins of what once was, all Carlos could whisper, through the wreckage of everything he hadn’t said, everything he hadn’t done to deserve her, was—

“Thank you… for the happiest years of my life.”

Even if it ended like this. Even if it tore him apart. Even if it was goodbye.

It had been hers. And that was enough to break him.

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Should there be a part 2?

[httpsserene]

httpsserene’s table of contents | page two

key: fluff ♡ | angst ♢ | crack ♧ | smut ♤ | suggestive ✢ | male!reader ♔ | series ➜ | author's fave ✦ | driver lineup (who i write for) | REQUESTS CLOSED.

the driver lineup R -> Z

#3 RICCIARDO, DANIEL.

♤ the daniel ricciardo edition [oneshots] | it's his one-man show. you ask for danny ric, and he will always over-deliver.

♤ mouth like liquor [oneshot] | driver, roll up the partition, please.

✦➜♤ f1 kinktober 2023 [oneshot] | overstimulation kink (with #1 verstappen, max).

#63 RUSSELL, GEORGE.

✦♤ rock the boat [drabble] | a salt-bathed, sun-drenched, yacht trip seduces you into slow and sensual sex underneath the sunbeams.

➜♤ f1 kinktober 2023 [oneshot] | vampire & biting kink.

#55 SAINZ JR, CARLOS.

✦➜♤ f1 kinktober 2023 [oneshot] | were-shifter & predator/prey kink.

➜♡♢♤ sip of sunshine [fanfic] | as a cart girl, you’ve never been intrigued by any of the men you serve on the green. by complete chance, you meet carlos and lando—they monopolize your summers for the unforeseeable future (with #4 norris, lando).

♡ haute couture [smau] | from photo shoots to spontaneous vacation changes; carlos loves you loudly.

#2 SARGEANT, LOGAN.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ·˚ these books are still being printed !

#47 SCHUMACHER, MICK.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ·˚ these books are still being printed !

#18 STROLL, LANCE.

✦➜♡♢ error 404: plot not found [smau series] | gaming & lifestyle youtuber!reader has been searching for her meet-cute romance. has she finally found it at the ski-resort?

#22 TSUNODA, YUKI.

✦♡ why don't we go there [mixed] | yuki's private tours include exclusive features, just for you.

➜♤ f1 kinktober 2023 [oneshot] | frottage & abs kink.

#1 VERSTAPPEN, MAX.

♔♡♢ i care [oneshot] | max comes to a realization about his father. you support him through the fallout.

✦♡ virtual racing bootcamp [mixed] | you start showing interest in sim racing. max's only option is to turn you into the best virtual-racer there ever was--well besides himself, of course.

♤ K.O. ! [oneshot] | Max (the man unable to not have the last word) coerces her into giving Daniel a taste of his own medicine.  As soon as they can manage to walk on two feet, without a wobble. Mark their fucking words. 

✦➜♤ f1 kinktober 2023 [oneshot] | corruption & orgasm denial kinks (with #16 leclerc, charles). / overstimulation kink (with #3 ricciardo, daniel).

✦➜♤ 1k special — track limits [fanfic] | max and charles don’t mind receiving a five-second penalty for slipping past your boundaries. seeing a black and white flag doesn’t scare them in the slightest; not when you're performing so well under their guidance (with #16 leclerc, charles).

✦♡ your honor, he's a simp [smau] | an unplanned hard launch reveals more than a relationship. it exposes the biggest simp of the century.

WOLFF, TOTO.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ·˚ requests for wolff, toto — are no longer being accepted !

♤ toasty [oneshot] | you make toto his favorite bread. he’s going to thank you for this surprise properly.

♤ a bun in the oven [oneshot] | part two of toasty.

♡✢ cabin getaway [blurbs] | snapshots of your post-season getaway with toto.

THE GRID

✦♤ DNF therapy [blurbs] | what goes down in their driver's room with you after a dnf. (#1, #4, #16, #44, #55, #81)

PLATONIC!READER

♡ girls just wanna f1 [smau] | you make hit songs when you��re not driving a formula one car. your fellow drivers love to feature in your music videos.

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Masterlist

Hey, I figured it was about time I sat down and put one of these together, as I have a lot of fics and it can be rather confusing, even for me.

I’ve split them into categories, gen, ship fics and series. I have also linked a few of my cosplay posts.

I am very much ship and let ship.  I realize that not everyone out there ships the same people.  I am too old and too tired to get into shipping wars and discourse.  I have literally about a thousand other things I would rather do than judge someone based on their shipping preferences.  I don’t block or blacklist or go through people’s profiles to see what they ship.  There is no DNI if you ship xyz or if I find out you ship xyz you will be blocked.  I don’t have time for that.  If I don’t like something I see on someone’s feed, I move on with my life.  That said, I’ll give almost anything a read.  I realize that is not everyone’s cup of tea and I respect that. 

I would sincerely appreciate the same courtesy.  If you see something I have written here and it is not your jam, absolutely fine, no hard feelings.  Please don’t be like, oh, I’d love to read this but it has xyz ship in it, eww.  We’re all adults here.  Fandom is supposed to be fun, let’s keep it that way, shall we?

GEN:

Fox:

A Rock and a Hard Place - Fox is just so done

Everything is Fine - written for Corrie Guard Week, prompt Eldritch

Sacrifice - The aftermath of Scipio

Bly:

Frozen - Bly deals with the consequences of his General getting injured at the beginning of the war

Chills - Bly ignores an injury on a mission

Rex:

Rise from the Ashes - Rex coping with loss during the war

Trust Issues- The aftermath of Umbara

Faking a Smile - Post Kadavo

Not Strong Enough - post order 66 - Rex buries his brothers

Black Eye - Rex deals with the realities of war

Cody:

Surrender- Cody is captured by the Seppies

Trembling - How Cody got his scar

Grieving - the fallout of Umbarra

Wolffe:

This Isn’t Going to Work - Post TBB season 3 - Wolffe’s fall from grace in the Empire

Phantom Pain - A recon mission gone wrong

Last Chance - aftermath of Wolffe losing his eye in the Battle of Khorm

Swept Away - an adventure fic after a mission gone wrong

Betrayal - Order 66

The Future is Blurry, The Past is a Trap - Wolffe has left the Empire. He doesn't have a plan. He knows Rex and more of his brothers are out there, but he doesn't have an idea of where to find them or where to start looking.  Will be continued at some point, I do have the whole story mapped out, I just need to write it. This one is super near to my heart.

Other:

Grief - featuring Fives and Rex

Miscommunication - a command batch cadet fic

No Way Out - Dogma’s fate after Umbara

Confrontation - Rex and Wolffe have a candid convo about Wolffe hiding those messages in Rebels

Broken- in the aftermath of Fives’ death, Rex confronts Fox

Cold Shoulder - the fallout from Broken

Balance - a command batch cadet fic - Alpha-17 meets the command batch

Dilemmas - Cody and Fox centric - both as cadets on Kamino and during the war

Fight or Flight - Set just prior to the Battle of Geonosis - featuring Fox and Wolffe and my explanation as to why Wolffe was stationed on Kamino at the beginning of the war

A Long Night - command Batch as cadets and Alpha-17

Ship:

Blyla (Bly x Aayla)

Lost Battle - set during the war

Left Behind - post order 66 - Aayla survives

The Ghost of You - post order 66, Bly’s chip wears off (PLEASE mind the tags here, this one is very dark)

Where The Lines Blur - A oneshot set during the war

On the Run - post order 66

Foxiyo (Fox x Riyo)

All is Fair - a slightly cracky oneshot featuring nerf guns (rated: E)

Bad Dreams- Fox has a nightmare, Riyo is there to comfort him (Rated: E)

Learning the Truth - Fox survives Vader post order 66

Never See You Again - the continuation and reunion after Learning the Truth (rated E)

Emotion -  A drabble that takes place after Never See You Again - Riyo is expecting

A Cry for Help- Fox deals with a fire in the lower levels

Sleepy Kisses - a drabble

Kiss to the back of the hand - a drabble

Tentative kiss - a drabble

The Stars We Can’t See - a Riyo and Fox get together story, multi chapter, incomplete but will be continued shortly

Trust Me - Riyo finds the idea of binders intriguing - (Rated E)

Date Night - set in the Unexpected fix it universe - Fox and Riyo as parents

The Best Defense - Foxiyo Week 2024, Prompt Self Defense, also the prompt sensory deprivation for Clone Kinktober (Rated E)

The Moon Festival - Prompt Cultural Traditions

Making History - Prompt Elections

Falling for You - Prompt Pick-up lines

Barely Holding on - Prompt support

Hunger - Prompt undercover.  Modern AU Alternate Universe - a vampire fic

Kiss to a scar- a drabble

Bittersweet - post order 66 (Rated: E)

Bells - a fun holiday drabble

Rexsoka (Rex x Ahsoka):

(Please note:  Everything I write of them happens either post Season 7 or Ahsoka is aged up.  In none of my stories is she underage)

Home Sweet Home- a cracky post war, happy AU oneshot (Rated: M)

The Reason - set Post order 66 - in the aftermath (Rated: M)

The Truth Will Set You Free - Pre-relationship (Rated: T)

Drained- set during TBB season 3  (Rated: E)

To Light The Path Forward - set during the Rebellion and features their daughter

Kiss out of Spite - A drabble

Kiss while someone watches - a drabble

Kiss while crying - a drabble

Stolen Moments - a oneshot set sometime after TBB season 3

Rough kisses - a drabble

Taste - Rexsoka Rebels Timeline

Codywan (Cody x Obi-Wan)

Lights - modern AU one-shot

Longing - pre relationship, Cody-centric, lots of pining

A Little Too Late - this one isn’t really so much shippy but I’ll put it here - it deals with the aftermath of Obi-Wan’s fake death and Cody sorting his feelings, unrequited love

The Last Time - post order 66, reunion on Tatooine

Accidental Kiss - a drabble

Kiss to a scar pt. 2 - a drabble

Kiss while being carried - a drabble

Wolffe/OC:

Rendezvous - a smutty oneshot at 79s (Rated E)

Kiss to the palm of the hand (Wolffe x Liri) - a drabble

Under the Moon (Wolffe x Liri) weird sithy magic, a werewolf themed fic for Halloween

Good Morning (Wolffe/Liri):

Wolffe/Ventress:

Dance in the Darkness - a smutty oneshot.  Hate sex.  There’s really not much other than that.  I wrote this because no one else had.

Tech/Phee:

Baking Cookies - a fun holiday fix-it on Pabu

Clone x OC Week

Bacara/Sariyah:

A Drink or Two On a war torn Outer Rim planet, Bacara's entire plan is to have a drink or two. He never planned to meet anyone, or that he'd actually end up interested in them.

The Path Beyond. The follow-up Story to A Drink or Two.A couple of months after that story, Sariyah contacts Bacara to let him know something that will change both of their lives forever.

Hardcase/Istra "Izzy"

Good Things

SERIES:

Holiday Drabbles - Many of these are set in my fix-it universe, or Unexpected-verse and feature family oriented feels, how the characters families grow.

Valentine's Kiss Drabbles

Valentine's Smut Drabbles

Unexpected-verse: 

This series centers on Wolffe and my OC Liri  There are other couples that make appearances as well as it is at times very ensemble.  This is very much a canon divergent fix-it series.

Official Timeline

Info about Liri

SFW Alphabet

NSFW Alphabet

Unexpected:

Fanart and character design of Liri can be found here and is done by the fabulous @anstarwar

Wolffe never expected to fall for anyone. It just wasn't something he'd do. Until it happened.

How does he deal with it? Not well. Meanwhile, everyone around him is trying to figure out what exactly is going on with him.  First of the series and introduces my OC Liri Arkay.

Next in the series, in order:

A Fine Line The prequel to Unexpected, this is how it all began, how Liri and Wolffe met in all the vivid steamy detail.

Spontaneous (Rex/Ahsoka, Foxiyo) Includes fabulous fanart by @nottonyharrison

Stunning

Revelation

Out of the Blue (Wolffe/Liri, Rex/Ahsoka)

Shockwaves

Stroke of Midnight (A Wolffe/Liri New Years oneshot)

Just A Chance Bly and Aayla centric

Darkness. After another blackout in the lower levels, Riyo insists on taking Fox to get a check-up. What they find in Fox's head will change everyone's lives forever.

Strategic Planning Set in the Unexpected fix it universe, post war. Wolffe has gotten the anti-aging treatment and is not having a good time dealing with it. As Liri cares for him, she decides to drop a conversation on him about the future.

Changes. Written for the prompt hurt comfort for my 200 follower challenge on Tumblr. Liri is gets her period and is having a miserable day. Wolffe is a bit out of his element but does his best to help.

A kiss while on or both parties is crying - Introduces Mira, Wolffe and Liri’s daughter and includes beautiful fanart by @sleepingsun501 of Wolffe meeting his newborn daughter for the very first time.

Cosplay

https://www.tumblr.com/ladylucksrogue/766899504463085568?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/ladylucksrogue/766899532991807488?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/ladylucksrogue/767116637980770304/why-is-it-that-the-first-thing-i-thought-when-i?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/ladylucksrogue/764700151164059648/and-the-first-fitting-still-some-minor-details?source=share

Dividers courtesy of @moosgraphics @freesia-writes @panda-writing and @saradika-graphics

[ki-yomii]

helloo! could you recommend your favorite jungkook and yoongi fics? thank you and have a lovely day ♡

hey there~ 💛

... tbh i haven’t read too many fics for my boys lately 🙈

i've been trying to work through the books sitting on my shelf collecting dust + i got sucked back into fallout now that the show is out lol.

but i do have some all-time favorites!!

please mind the warnings/tags - you're responsible for your own reading consumption. that said, all of these fics are 🔞

i hope you have a great day nonnie and if you have any recs send them my way 🥰!

JUNG KOOK FICS

the crimson shell series by @angelicyoongie

mermaid aus are my lifeblood istg. and this is one of the best one's i've ever read!! it's dark, it's creepy, it's foreboding - and tantalizing. everything i love about mermaid/siren aus crammed into one series.

you had always found comfort in being at the beach, often spending hours just watching the waves lap against the shore. but unbeknowst to you – something had been watching you back.

make you mine two-shot by @colormepurplex2

i'm a sucker for abo, and as such, have read a looot of it over the years. its a genre that's very easy to descend into wtf-how-are-they-still-alive-after-THAT territory but this fic does it very well in a way i haven't seen too often. i loved the world-building and set up.

Alphas might rule the world, but Jungkook finds himself being ruled by the need to make you his. Omegas are rare, precious, and pliant. At least, most are. When you present late, well into your twenties, you're already set in your headstrong ways; a challenge even for a commanding alpha like Jungkook. Add to that the centuries-long feud between your families and the last thing anyone expected was for him to claim you as his soulmate.

a sea of indigo series by @foxymoxynoona this was the first BTS fic i ever read... and is a big reason as to why i got into the fandom in the first place. i had no clue who they were before then. i'd heard of them + listened to agust d without knowing it was yoongi 💀 but this fic made me check out BTS RUN and now here we are 🤪

Pitbull Hybrid Jungkook has finally been freed from the fighting rings, and now finds himself at Marigold Sanctuary & Transition Estate, a place for healing and self-discovery for rescued hybrids. It's stupid, dumb, cheesy, and hell-bent on helping Jungkook "heal" and "find himself" and "decide the course of his life." And right at the center of it is Y/N, a nurse who's got everyone bamboozled that she's like some awesome person. She's not that great. Jungkook hates it here.

YOONGI FICS

witch oneshot by @sailoryooons

this is easily one of my top 3 yoongi fics. the world building, the tension, the relationship between yoongi and reader. it ticks all my boxes and vividly paints a picture of this universe. i adore the concept, and love the way this fic is brought to life through sailoryooons storytelling.

For years, you and Yoongi have played cat and mouse. It’s his duty to rid the world of witches, but he always finds a new excuse to let you slip through his fingers. When you find yourself at his mercy, you wonder if the great witch hunter will finally end your game of chase, or if there’s something that will stay his hand. 

desolate series by @angelicyoongie

one of the first hybrid fics i've read for bts 😭 i love my lil meow meow and the set-up for this fic is amazing. it takes a fresh direction with the hybrid trope and builds a relationship that feels organic and progresses very naturally💛

you just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. so you're not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.

ps. i woof you oneshot by @gimmesumsuga

this one is just so so cute and asjhdjsghfjs!! i adored remi and thought about having yoongi and holly as neighbors for days after reading this lol.

The one with a happy accident of the furry, four-legged kind - “Are you calling my dog a slut?!” 

first and last and always oneshot by @floralseokjin

i'm not one for holiday fics/aus usually but there's something about this one that i absolutely adored. it felt very realistic and drew me into the relationship within the first few paragraphs. the angst is so well done and heartfelt, it made me cry lol.

You and Yoongi broke up two months ago. It was mutual, you’re positive, but there’s one teeny tiny issue... You never told your parents, and now they’ve invited you back home for Christmas. Both of you. You can’t say no, but you also can’t bear to go alone, so you do the only thing you can think of, plead with Yoongi to come with you and pretend like everything’s okay...

go send these authors some love!!

[rev3nanttt]

Hancock x Reader oneshot- WELL I DO!

Hancock experiecnes withdrawls and you are there to comfort/steady him. just a cute little fic for you hungry gremlins <3

dont worry, more *fun* fics will happen as well, I am just very burnt out and psychology is a HARD MAJOR. Enjoy this little thing I wrote at 3 am

Xx hes so sweet pls play fallout 4 I beg of you

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You couldn’t see anything. You didn’t know where you were going—all you knew was that someone had grabbed you, thrown a sack over your head, and was dragging you somewhere. 

You couldn’t run, couldn’t fight; tight ropes bound your arms and wrists, forcing you to comply. The person pulling you suddenly stopped, and you froze. What is happening?

You hear murmuring voices, some laughter, hushed whispers.

With a terrifying jolt, you're lifted off the ground. Your head spins, disoriented.

Then, without warning, the arms holding you up give way, and you drop onto hard ground. You hit the floor hard, gasping as the wind is knocked out of you. Struggling to sit up, you feel the sack over your head being yanked off.

You stare at your captors. A large raider in tattered power armor leers at you, arms crossed over his chest.

“Now get in there, Vaultie, and shut up until we have something to bargain you two for,” he says, slamming the door behind him with a loud clatter.

The room falls silent.

You quickly scan the tiny, closet-like space, searching for anything that might help you get the ropes off.

Wait. Two? Did the raider say there were two of you?

“Oh, great. They got you too.”

You whip around at the voice, spotting someone sitting against the wall, partially hidden by old crates.

The tricorn hat and red coat give him away immediately. You gasp.

“Hancock?? I—I thought we were separated. What—”

“I couldn’t find you in Goodneighbor, so I started looking for you. I knew you were with Piper, but she didn’t know where you’d gone either.”

Hancock’s voice has a hint of worry in it. His arms are crossed, fingers twitching anxiously over the fabric of his sleeves.

“I thought you were dead,” he admits bleakly, his dark eyes more clouded than usual.

This wasn’t normal. The witty, quick-tongued Hancock was gone, replaced by a nervous, fidgety version of himself. Something was wrong.

“Hancock, are you alright?” you ask, leaning closer and reaching a tentative hand toward him.

He scoots back immediately, putting more space between you.

“Fine,” he snaps, turning away and wiping his mouth.

Silence.

You’re taken aback by the sudden sharpness in his tone and pull your hand back, twisting it nervously in your other one. Something is definitely wrong. His breathing is too fast, too uneven. He won’t even look at you—he always looks at you.

The seconds stretch on, heavy and suffocating.

“Hancock. Something is wrong. You can tell me,” you say, voice gentler now.

You watch him, waiting.

Hancock lets out a loud sigh and shifts, propping up one knee and resting his arm on it. He glares at you.

“Yeah, there’s definitely something fucking wrong. We’re sitting here like a couple of fish in a barrel waiting to get gutted,” he snaps, wiping his mouth again.

You cross your legs and face him, trying to keep your voice firm but kind.

“You know that’s not what I’m talking about, John.”

You don’t push, don’t pry. He’ll talk if he wants to.

And lucky for you, he always does—though it’s rarely in a pleasant way.

“Well, the girl’s a genius,” he mutters dryly.

He jumps to his feet and starts pacing, knocking into some of the scattered boxes in the room. He’s murmuring something under his breath, too low for you to catch. Then, to your shock, he suddenly punches the wall, cursing.

“John—”

“I need them. I can’t fucking believe—FUCK!” he yells, punching the wall again.

Angry shouts echo from outside.

Your heart starts pounding. If he keeps this up, Hancock is going to get you both killed.

You leap up, grabbing his arm to pull him away from the wall. “John, STOP,” you plead, struggling against him.

He shoves you off, baring his teeth.

“Why? WHY THE FUCK DO I NEED TO STOP?” he yells, chest heaving.

He’s trembling. The withdrawals are hitting him hard, and this one is crashing down at the worst possible time. But he’s too deep in it to care.

You stare at him, momentarily speechless.

“I’m not some great fucking mayor with smooth skin and big dreams, okay, Vaultie? I’m a fucking GHOUL. So stop acting like this is some ‘saving grace’ shit. You can’t save me.”

His eyes are wild, locked onto yours.

Silence.

Hancock slumps down against the wall.

Fine. If he wants to sulk, let him. You need to figure out a way to get out of here.

“Just fucking leave me,” he mutters. “I’m only gonna slow you down.”

You whirl around, stunned.

“What?? Hancock, what are you even talking about? Why—”

“I don’t even know why you’re giving me your damn time. I’m a ghoul. A drug-addicted, nasty fucking ghoul. Everyone hates us.”

He scoffs, then mutters with a hint of sadness, “Nobody needs us.”

Hot tears sting your eyes. He’s hopeless, defeated. That’s enough.

You march forward and grab him by the shoulders.

“WELL, I DO!” you scream, tears spilling down your face.

“Don’t you EVER talk about yourself like that again, you hear me?! GOODNEIGHBOR NEEDS YOU. I NEED YOU.”

Your words reverberate off the walls, sending a chill down your spine.

Hancock stares at you in shock. His eyes grow sad, and his shoulders stiffen.

“I… oh shit. I didn’t mean to—”

“Who I fall for is my business,” you say defiantly, crossing your arms. “And I choose a ghoul. So fucking what?”

You place a gentle hand on his shoulder, looking up at him. His dark eyes are locked onto yours in a way you’ve never seen before.

“John, listen to me. I know you’re withdrawing. I don’t care. I don’t care if you’re a ghoul. I don’t care if you’re addicted to chems. I chose you. Let me choose you.”

You smile softly.

Hancock opens his mouth, but before he can speak, the door swings open.

The same raider from earlier is standing there, sneering.

“Nice confession, lovebirds,” he taunts. “But it’s time to cut the party short. You’re dead meat.”

Your stomach drops.

You step behind some crates, instinctively positioning yourself in front of Hancock. Your heart races.

These aren’t just raiders. They’re Fiends.

Cannibals.

You take a hesitant step back—

Something cool slides into your palm. Metal. A switch.

Click.

You recognize the sound instantly.

Hancock’s switchblade.

They hadn’t checked his boots.

You glance at him. He gives you a shaky nod.

“Your aim’s better than mine, sweetheart. Especially right now.”

You nod back.

Hancock grips a battered metal pipe.

“Go get ‘em, sweetheart.”

In a flash, you lunge.

In a flash, you lunge toward the raider, slamming the switchblade into the center of his neck and using all your strength to heave him to the side. He screams and falters, collapsing to the ground, his head smacking against the pavement.

You burst out of the room, scanning your surroundings. There are maybe five people in here, all armed. You spot Hancock’s shotgun and make a run for it. Dodging the larger opponents is easy—you’re small and nimble without the bulky power armor they’re wearing.

A sharp yank stops you mid-stride. You scream. Someone’s got a hold of your hair, and they’re not letting go. Twisting around, you see a raider holding a sickeningly sharp blade. He raises the knife—then drops.

His entire left cheek collapses inward, and he crumples to the floor. Behind him stands Hancock, the barrel of his pipe still raised.

"Grab my gun," he says, chest heaving.

You slip away, smash a glass bottle on the ground to slow down any pursuit, and snatch up his shotgun. You sprint toward the nearest hatch—not the front door, but an exit nonetheless.

A gunshot rings out. A bullet whizzes past your ear as you fling yourself into the hatch. Hancock is close behind.

You both tumble into a sewer, landing hard. Laughter echoes around you.

"They won’t last a fuckin’ day," a voice jeers.

Mirelurks.

You and Hancock don’t stick around to find out if they’re right. After what felt like hours of walking through a maze, you finally make it to the nearest settlement.

Inside the walls, Hancock collapses onto a bench, exhausted. You both sit there, catching your breath, the air thick with unspoken words.

"Nice shootin’, girl," he says, grinning despite his weakness. His hands are still trembling. You pause. He still needs his fix. “Thank you. Here, hold on a sec.” 

You stand and head toward the nearest merchant, buying a box of orange Mentats—his favorite. When you return, you pass him the box.

"Thank the bombs for you, sweetie," he murmurs, popping two into his mouth. Almost instantly, his nerves settle, the shaking gone.

You sit down beside him, hesitating for a moment before speaking.

"So…uhh. What were you gonna say in there?" Your voice is uncertain, a little nervous.

Hancock gives you a playful smirk. "What, before or after we got interrupted?"

You blush. "John, you know what I’m talkin’ about. Don’t play stupid with me now."

He leans back, making a show of thinking. "Ohhh, yeah. That."

A grin spreads across his face as he shifts a little closer, draping an arm around your shoulders. Your heart hammers in your chest, nervous and uncertain. Hancock’s expression is thoughtful, and he looks down at you, eyes warmer now that the Mentats are kicking in. 

"Well," he says, voice softer now. "What I wanted to say was—I thought it was damn obvious I chose you too. Guess the ol’ unspoken thing really was spoken after all."

His clouded eyes meet yours, kind and unreadable. You stare at him expectantly, and he gently takes your hand. “Well, what’s the plan then?” he asks, leaning in closer to you. 

You smile, closing the distance between you.

Then you kiss him.

His lips are dry, worn—but warm. Hancock exhales softly, his hand sliding into your hair, stroking it gently. You can feel as he exhales a breath that he didn’t know he was holding. 

A human kissing a ghoul must be quite a sight; you hear a couple murmurs and chuckles from the people in the settlement. 

You don’t care who’s looking at you in the moment. All that matters is him. 

Your choice. 

When you finally pull away, you find him staring at you, looking completely and utterly lovesick.

"How was kissin’ a ghoul?" he jokes, adjusting his hat that had slid off to the side. "Gross as all hell, probably."

You laugh, shoving him lightly before leaning in to kiss him again—quick, firm, but reassuring of the words you told him, and the choice you made.

His eyes widen slightly, like he hadn’t expected that. You grin at him.

"It was everything I wanted, John.”

[kyonkyon69]

DRAMIONE FANFICS

[AO3/FANFICTION.NET/TUMBLR]

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[2]His Little Bird Series by TheWanderersWanderingDaughter

[3]MANACLED by Senlinyu

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>The Bracelet by AkashaTheKitty

>Lena Phoria FF fics

>Once Upon A Thyme by zensho

>Cruel And Beautiful World by Lena Phoria

>The Fires of Beltane by Arionrhod

>Don't Look Back by Onyx_and_Elm

>Here We Go Round The Prickly Pear Series by Hystaracal

>Measure Of A Man by inadaze22

ONESHOTS

>Draco Malfoy Runs a Marathon by PurpleSugarQuills

[pureconvexenergy]

I have a few I adore

1: Cub when Sculked stayed far away from Scar, afraid of hurting or infecting him. But he also desperately craved Scar to be near him as it was very very lonely. Scar however was more worried for Cub, and told him he didn’t care if he got infected if it meant the other didn’t have to be alone. Kind of reminded Cub of how they got vex possessed one season. Scar refuses to leave his side. It might be unhealthy, but they both can’t help it.

2: Vexes don’t smile showing teeth. It’s a sign of aggression or hunger. Cub and Scar don’t even flash teeth at each other or other hermits. So when in the life series, Cub watched Scar flash his teeth at someone. They’d think it was a sign of friendship, but anyone who knows Vex knows Scar is threatening them.

3: Another I liked is Cub was furious at Grian after Double Life. And refused to be near or talk to him for a long while. Afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself after how Scar came back very clingy and worried Cub would leave him for someone better. Eventually they worked it out, but there is still a bit of tension if the subject is ever brought up.

4: Cub can cook but can’t bake. Scar can bake but can’t cook. So it works out in the end lol.

I’ll think of more later as I have a few.

1: yesss that’s adorable I love it

2: absolutely, that’s so cool, I love it

3: 100% yes. I have a 5-part oneshot all about the fallout after Double Life of Cub and Scar hating Grian for Double Life (and other events because of that)

4: yes. All the yes. And add on my own little headcanon that Cub’s incredibly precise when making food and Scar’s just ✨chaos✨. And to an even bigger extreme when they’re cooking together just to wind the other up. (‘Oh, Scar, how many grains of sugar do I need?’ ‘Just a handful!’)

And now I want to see the chaos of Scar and Zedaph (who I also headcanon as being the messiest cook around) trying to bake something. Take crazy cooking and make it their genuine preferred method.

[necrotech-puppywitch]

Intro - whoami

Salutations? I am necrotech-puppywitch aka morrogos aka Morrigan. Currently living the cyberpunk life (surviving off of "contracting" remotely while studying two degrees and running all my stuff off of salvaged and resurrected tech while still barely paying for rent and fighting my cornucopia of demons).

Note: I CANT DONATE IM BARELY GETTING BY MYSELF

TERFS FUCK OFF TO HELL

Blm, 🇵🇸, Trans rights are human rights, fuck capitalism, fuck fascism, fuck right wing bullshit, abolish ALL borders, healthcare is a human right not a business model

I use Arch btw (custom hardened kernel) with Hyprland because GET GOOD

>blog - this blog is my personal blog, sometimes i do horny posting/ reblogging, usually just random pictures and thoughts from day to day life, occassionally an essay or a poem or a snippet of something I am working on (could be art, could be journalling, could be code, who knows)

> pronouns - she/ they/ it

>id - trans fem demisexual poly sapphic leaning (check back on that last one in six months) nonbinary creature of the night waiting to rip out your throat :3

>autistic? Very

>music - Dazey and the Scouts, Avril Lavigne, Night Tapes, carolesdaughter, GRLwood, Destroy Boys, chloe moriondo, Halsey, Jazmin Bean, KiNG MALA, Leanna Firestone, Paramore, PERTUBATOR, Pretty Sick, Poppy, Mommy Long Legs, Bikini Kill, Royal & the Serpent, Sir Chloe, Skating Polly, TAELA, awfultune, Rare Americans, dacelynn, Mountain Goats, Penelope Scott, wallows, cavetown, ethel cain, Bloodwitch, Atlas Ivy

>intr - fungi, digital art, computers, diy tech, resurrecting dead computers from the dump (every device I own is either one ive repaired from there or something 3rd or 4th hand), capture the flags, args, piracy, philosophy, poetry, cozy horror writing, books, bug bounties, maldev, old books (I love old book smell), FOSS, making synth music, old b grade horror movies, cozy horror, furry stuff

>fvfds - sushi, karage chicken, chicken nuggies, baguettes, cheese melts, mie goreng noodles, brisket

>fvmedia - Scoobey Doo Mystery Incorporated (animated show), Harley Quinn (the 2019 show), She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018), LOONEY TUNES MY BELOVED!, Creature from the Black Lagoon, Gravity Falls, Rick and Morty (I know I know it sucks whatever), Watchmen, literally anything Studio Ghibli, Serial Experiments Lain (she just like me fr), wargames (both movies, the dead code is a comedy and underrated), Lisa Frankenstein, Strange Darling (LITERALLY GOALS), Hilda, Atomic Blonde, TRON Legacy, House on Haunted Hill (the original), Re-Animator (he did nothing wrong fr fr), the Fear Street Trilogy (the lighting is delicious!), Pantheon, ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK? (I grew up on the 90s series, love it), Black Lagoon, Guillermo Del Torro's Cabinet of Curiosities, Dracula (1931, Bella Legosi is amazing), all the scream movies (yes they are terrible, I love them for it), Atlantis (the disney one, I just like the aesthetics of and the submarine is so so cool it just tickles my brain right), gingersnaps, the creepshow trilogy, the owl house, Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow, psycho, series of unfortunate events, I am not okay with this, goonies, the iron giant, Ulysses 31, Last Night in Soho

>vgmes - Faith: The Unholy Trinity, Minecraft, CS2 (I miss csgo, cs2 is worse, I also miss the old overwatch), Stardew Valley, Cyberpunk 2077, Orwell, Oneshot, Party Hard, Fallout New Vegas, Fallout 4, Payday 2, Life Is Strange, The Sims 4, Crusader Kings 2, CELESTE MY BELOVED (that made me cry TwT), Mother Russia Bleeds,

>fvprintmedia - courtney crumrin, goosebumps horrorland, the amulet series, the domino comics, the graveyard book, tales of the cthulhu mythos, the sandman comics (the 40s and 50s one, I have a mega edition with all the comics of the old sandman), the phantom of the opera, wuthering heights, the mysterious island, the Fall of the House of Usher, the picture of dorian grey, bodies from the library, psycho, series of unfortunate events,

> ask me about? Anything, i am so so bored please interact with me

> colours - greens, purples, lots of black, pastel pinks, but mainly blacks

>will I break your knee caps? Yes, yes I will. I am a violence enjoyer and a massive masochist

>I reallly hate going to the vet TwT

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Day 3: Tenpenny Towers ↠ Roy Phillips

➼ Word Count » 1.5k ➼ Warnings » Descriptions of violence ➼ Genre » Romantic ➼ A/N » I honestly forgot how this quest went, but I feel like I got the gist of it down. Also ignore how mega rushed this reads as 😭

"You sure you wanna do this, smoothskin? It might not exactly give you the reputation you're looking for."

"I'm sure." You said, holstering your pistol in the slot on your waist.

You might not have been a ghoul, but Tenpenny ticked you off more than you could ever describe. You'd been itching to aim your barrel straight at his head for a while now. Just watching him plead for his life before you took that final shot filled you with adrenaline. You knew it'd feel good watching him drop, and the ghouls you were infiltrating his tower with felt the same.

"Well then, you know what the plan is."

You nodded. Briefly searching his eyes for anything else he might've wanted to say before leaving the metro area and marching toward the tower.

"Come on! You recognize me! Let me in!" You called out to the security guard as you rang the buzzer.

"Alright! Alright! Give me a second.."

It didn't take long before the rusty gates squeaked open, and you were allowed inside the expensive sanctuary.

The plan was for you to go straight to the back of the building to unlock the heavy metal doors keeping them and the ferals separated from the rest. But with all the guards and residents around, you knew it'd look suspicious. So you, instead, opted to make an appearance inside to try and alleviate any wandering eyes that might catch on to what you were planning.

It was as polished as you remembered. The golden glow of the chandelier illuminated everything in the lobby as you wandered straight into it. Well, tried to, at least.

"Thought you said you weren't coming back." Gustavo's voice echoed over the light chatter that filled the room. "What changed?"

"It's hard to return back to the waste after witnessing a place so clean." You smiled sweetly - or as sweetly as you could manage.

Gustavo had been on to you the second you entered the grand tower, and rightfully so. His suspicions about you plotting with the "dirty folk" were correct. He just couldn't ever find enough proof to get you kicked.

He hummed doubtfully, not buying anything you told him, "Don't let me keep you, then."

You watched the guard out of the corner of your eye, awaiting the moment he finally got you out of his line of sight, but he never did. Instead, he seemed to be making sure you were where he could spot you, not trusting the quickness of your return.

You walked up the stairs quickly, praying you'd lose him soon so that you could let the others into the building and get on with the plan. You didn't want them to think you flaked on them last minute, and you weren't sure how long it'd been since you left.

"Oh, dear. They let you back in, did they?" You turned to see Lydia fanning herself on the side couches of the upstairs lobby. "Did you're friends finally turn feral?"

"Something like that." You clenched your teeth, wanting to end the conversation as fast as possible so you could get back on track.

"Hmm, poor you. I'd hate to remind you, but we did tell you so."

She might've had something more to say, but you didn't let her finish as you continued walking down one corridor after the other, biding your time for that perfect escape. Then you'd unlock the sewer doors for the mob of ferals the others hoarded up.

After a moment of trekking aimlessly, you made your way back down the glossy stairs in the most inconspicuous manner you could manage. Gliding swiftly toward the back, bobby pins in hand for the stunt you planned on pulling.

You left the building and made a beeline for the back sewer doors. It took you a minute of jimmying the copper around before the doors flung open and the ferals pooled out from the formerly restricted doors.

Roy was one of the first, moving to shield you with his body as the mindless fiends began sprinting toward the bright lights flooding out from the tower windows.

His body blocked you from their view, his toned and scarred arms trapping you against the concrete wall that surrounded the settlement. You'd almost consider it to be romantic if it weren't for the circumstances.

He only let up once they had all run inside, showing a bit of hesitance to leave the close proximity between the two of you.

"You should wait here until the place is cleared. I'd hate to have one of the ferals grab you." He said, his flesh-ridden arms falling toward his gun as he continued to stare down at you, your back still firmly planted on the wall.

"We won't have to worry about that," You began, rummaging through your bag before bringing out your ghoul mask, "I brought this."

Roy only huffed, half amused half exasperated. He gestured for you to follow and you quickly threw the ugly face on top of your own, before trugging excitedly behind him.

Walking past the front doors and into the same lobby you had previously entered a few moments ago was a shock, to say the least. The once clean floors were stained red with blood, and the bright, bougie atmosphere was reduced to nothing but a warzone.

Bullets and limbs flew in every direction as the residents shot, and the ghouls tore them apart. They weren't any match with how little armor they carried on them, and the battle was very quickly won.

The once spotless ballroom was diminished down to piles of corpses and blood-stained floors.

You almost felt bad, especially, for the ones who hadn't been rude to you at all. But your thoughts quickly dissipated when you remembered that the job wasn't yet done.

"Only one man left." Micheal rasped, gesturing toward the elevator leading straight to Tennypenny's suite. You doubted he heard the violence being committed in the lower levels, too enamored in his own pride to care much for the community. That and the fact that he was so much higher up than the ground floors.

"Shouldn't take too many of us to finish him. C'mon, kid, you can come handle him with me." Roy ordered, already starting for the gleaming platform.

You rushed after him, taking off your mask and pulling out your gun in anticipation of the guards that would be awaiting you at the top.

The ride up felt longer than it should've been. The slowness killed you, and the faint music that played within the metal box made you feel all the more anxious to pull the trigger of your gun.

You've only been up here once, and even then, you didn't have enough time to get a good look at how many guards there were or what to expect. It might've been a mistake to only bring the two of you up to the top of the suite, but you feared it was far too late to regret your decisions now.

The reverberating 'ding' of the elevator woke you from your thoughts as you followed the ghoul off. You were careful to be quiet as two of Allister's guards came into view.

Roy was quick to attack, shooting them both with clean precision before standing straight up.

"Well, this is it." He spoke, "How're you feeling?"

"Fine, I guess." You responded, "It's hard to believe that this place was so easy to infiltrate."

He let out an amused huff, bringing his arm around to pat you on the back in a friendly manner, before holding the door to Tenpenny's garden open for you.

It almost felt ironic that something that required so much attention and work was kept by Tenpenny.

It didn't take long for Roy to push the final door open with a creak, allowing you to step out first onto the balcony.

"Hello, Mr. Tenpenny." You greeted, pulling your gun out of your holster as you neared where he sat, watching the landscape play out below him.

"Hmm, so you're back." He spoke, not bothering to turn back and look at you. "I knew you'd come to your senses eventually, my dear. This place is hard to resist, I'm sure."

"It really is." You didn't waste any time and shot one clean bullet straight through Allister's skull.

Roy's hand came up heavily atop your shoulder, catching your attention as you spun to face him.

His faded blue eyes gazed into your own, just staring for a moment before he leaned down and slowly pulled you in closer, roughly kissing you as his blood-covered hands smeared the side of your cheek in the sticky liquid.

"C'mon, kid, stay here with the rest of us ghouls." He muttered, his hand forcing your face up to look at him, "We could clear out the corpses and fix it up however you like. What do ya say?”

"Ok..." You spoke breathlessly, gripping his arms as you did, "I'll... stay."

A small smile ghosted his torn lips as the two of you made your way back toward the elevator. Where you'd go back downstairs to the lobby to finish clearing out the bodies of the original residents. Then the four of you could finally figure out what you wanted to do to the place, and how you wanted to advertise it.

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Hi, I'm Koko <3 This is a Stranger Things dump blog. Certified Steve girl, with a soft spot for Robin, Eddie, Nancy, and Carol as well.

You can find me on ao3 at theheartofthekoko and my main Tumblr under the same name!

Feel free to shoot me fic requests! Sometimes, it's nice to have something new to work on when the project of the day isn't hitting it.

Fanfic Masterlist:

In progress:

Aro4Aro Stancy Break-Up AU - Or: Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler are both aromantic. Neither realize this. Poor Jonathan Byers ends up in the middle.

Parts - 1, 2, 3,

Platonic Stobin Mind-Reading AU - Or: the Russian truth serum has some unexpected side-effects. Steve and Robin cope with the fallout.

Parts - 1, 2,

A Ghost Story (name pending) - Or: Steve Harrington dies in the battle of Starcourt, leaving Robin to pick up the pieces of her life alone. Across town, Eddie Munson makes a new incorporeal friend.

Parts - 1,

Complete:

can you see the stars in your dreams (and do they have a lot to say about me) - Steve has a crush on Eddie Munson, he does an admirable job making it everyone else's problem. Or: a secret admirer au.

Parts - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, the letters.

it's the next best thing - Or: Steve and Eddie have phone sex. They both have a lot of feelings about it.

Parts - 1, 2, 3.

A Litany for Survival (Steddie Upside-Down AU) - Or: Steve and Eddie get pulled into the Upside-Down and have to become reluctant allies. For survival.

Parts - 1 - 124.

Steddie Upside-Down AU Oneshots:

open your mouth for me, sugar - Eddie gives Steve a blowjob.

Cause You Had Nothing Better to Do - Carol & Barb have a sleepover.

Happy, Safe, and Warm - Steve asks Carol to prom. Eddie asks Barb.

let's take a chance and fly away somewhere alone - a look at Barb, Nancy, And Jonathan as the new monster-hunting trio.

Oneshots:

Fine Line - El's having troubles adjusting now that the Upside-Down is gone. She talks to Steve about it.

Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)  - Max calls El.

You, Me & Jeff Makes Three - Gareth interrupts Steve and Eddie mid make-out session.

Oh, you kissed me just to kiss me - Steve and Robin get engaged.

and when I crawl out in the morning - Steve fucks up & calls Robin for help.

white wedding, silk shedding - Carol and Barb have sex; it’s only one of their wedding days.

but I could stay right here in this house with you forever - Steve's toothbrush is getting old. Eddie helps.

to make a lot of money and feel dead inside - Steve leaves Eddie.

wanna make her really jealous, wanna make her feel bad - Jeff pines for Chrissy.

Gifsets Masterlist:

Ashes, ensemble cast

[gffa]

Hello there! I was wondering if you could help me with some comic recs. I've been looking to read the Batman's-lost-in-the-time-stream stories specifically the ones where Tim tracks down evidence of Bruce not being dead (blowing up the LoA and losing his spleen in the process etc), but I find it tricky to pin down the exact comic names and numbers. I figured asking was worth a shot since you seem to know your way around the various continuities. Thank you! 💙

Hi! I will freely admit that I had to Google a lot of this, because I haven't read most of those comics since they originally came out and my memory is fuzzy, but I do think I can at least point you in the right direction. The majority of what you're looking for re: Tim is going to be in Red Robin, but a lot of this storyline spilled over kind of everywhere and crosses into several smaller event storylines, but as best as I can remember/find: (Note: These are all comics from around 2008-2010, so when you go looking for them, keep them separate from a lot of the current ongoings that have reached these numbers again. XD)

Bruce "dies" in the Final Crisis mini-series

Portions of that story also spill over into Batman R.I.P. 2008 (Batman vol. 1 issues #676–681). For memory, it's a separate story from the fight with Darkseid that "killed" Bruce, but aspects of it are intertwined with that main story, so feel free to skim if you want.

"Nightwing: The Great Leap" (vol. 2, issues #147-153) is part of the Batman R.I.P. storyline that will lead into Last Rites and Battle for the Cowl

The final issues of the Robin vol. 2 series, issues #175-183, are also part of the lead-up to the Last Rites storyline (and then part of the main storyline itself)

Last Rites is spread out across Batman #682-685, Detective Comics #851-852, Nightwing #151-153, Robin #183

Okay, for Battle for the Cowl storyline, there's a lot going on, but you can read the three issue mini series (Battle for the Cowl #1-3) and then kind of pick-and-choose what you want from the tie-in oneshots. I'm not sure how important most of them are, if you're just here for main Batfam drama, but the DC fandom wiki has a good list of them all.

This leads us into the Batman Reborn storyline, which is Dick as Batman and Damian as Robin and there's a lot of comics going on at this time that are dealing with the general fallout but not necessarily specifically about Bruce being lost in time. But I really liked this era, so of course I'd recommend reading it anyway.

Red Robin is where you're going to find the "Tim really looks like he's having a mental breakdown and goes off to find Bruce" content that you're looking for, those issues are the prime material for it, just that there's context spilling everywhere first before you get to them.

Batman and Robin from 2009 is Dick and Damian's side of everything that was going on--they do have other stuff they have to deal with, they're fighting against all the usual cases in Gotham popping up, but the "Bruce is lost in time" story does have a lot of context here as well, that Dick actually is doing research into this as well.

Early on in both of the above two comic runs (within about six issues or so) was an event called Blackest Night where all the dead came back to life and it's mostly about that, but the Batman tie in issues had Tim coming back to Gotham and the issue was raised of, "wait, why does Bruce's corpse look all wrong?" and people start to believe that Bruce is alive. I'd say read the two Batman tie-in issues for sure and at least skim the main Blackest Night #1-8 for anything Bat-related.

Batman: The Return of Bruce Wayne #1-6 is Bruce's side of his "death" and eventual return.

Bruce Wayne: The Road Home is the follow-up/aftermath of that and is spread out across several oneshots and the order is generally: Batman #703 (prelude) --> Bruce Wayne: The Road Home: Batman and Robin #1 --> Bruce Wayne: The Road Home: Red Robin #1 --> Bruce Wayne: The Road Home: Outsiders #1 --> Bruce Wayne: The Road Home: Batgirl #1 --> Bruce Wayne: The Road Home: Catwoman #1 --> Bruce Wayne: The Road Home: Commissioner Gordon #1 --> Bruce Wayne: The Road Home: Oracle #1 --> Bruce Wayne: The Road Home: Ra's al Ghul #1 --> Batman: The Return #1 (These are NOT issue #1 of their given series, these are all separate oneshots--aside from the Batman #703 prelude, of course.)

@fantastic-nonsense also has a really great context-laden post here about the storyline of them searching for Bruce and is very helpful to understand all the moving parts! If I missed anything major, hopefully she or someone else can step in and give us issue numbers. I know that's a lot of comics to throw at you, but it kind of goes to show that this is how some of the Bat-storylines used to have more of this kind of stuff, where they had big, sprawling events and everything kind of spilled over onto everything else. I don't miss having to buy a zillion issues to keep up with a storyline taking over my favorite book, but I do miss the interconnectedness of stuff like this, when it worked, it created storylines that genuinely were game-changing in the Batman franchise. Hopefully, this helps and if nothing else you can know that you inspired me to go pull out some of these runs and reread them to refresh my memory. (Even if I'm still mortal enemies with Grant Morrison, they wrote a lot of the comics that were at the height of my interest in DC. XD)

[eighthdoctor]

Round 3 of oneshot polls (round 1, round 2): Once again the previous oneshot is nearly done (written, needs editing) and the fic now has 2k comments, what the fuck.

[lily-alphonse]

February Fic Roundup

This month's theme was: CANDY

"Candy Bag" by @sunflower1me | Cookie Run | Rated G | 100 Words

Sunflower always knocks it out of the park with their drabbles. This was my first introduction to Cookie Run, and damn, the devs really pop off with their character designs??? This drabble features Cotton Candy Cookie being a hopeless little romantic cutie like she does best (she's just like me fr)

"Cotton Candy Crush" by @steamyearlgray | ORIGINAL | Rated T | 1,520 Words

WOW Steamy coming in hot with this banging original. I had no idea what to expect going in since I avoided the tags and damn that ending caught me off guard and I fucking loved it. I NEED MORE OF ALEXEI STEAMY PLS

"Sugar Rush" by lily-alphonse | Buffy the Vampire Slayer | Rated E | 3,232 Words

I'm watching Buffy for the first time and just got through the band candy episode of season 3 and... iykyk. I need Giles. So he gets an xreader lol. I rarely ever write xreader but I'm trying to get into it more. This is also a new fandom for me! Fun

"Backup Plan" by @softwarecorruption-exe | Ace Attorney | Rated T | 1,982 Words

Ahhh this was sooo cute omg. This one's for the classic fluff enjoyers. Absolutely love how stilted Miles is and how adoring Phoenix is. They make such a cute pairing.

"Sweet Treat" by @nuka-pepsi | Fallout 4 | Rated E | 4,462 Words

Shrimp is here bursting onto the fic scene with a sapphic smut to satiate the thirsty women-lovers of the wasteland. What a fabulous first entry! If you've ever lusted after Magnolia this one's for youuu

What is the monthly roundup? Me and my writer friends get together every month and write a ficlet/oneshot surrounding a monthly prompt. It's a silly little challenge for us, and a fun chance for readers to get a sampling of a variety of different fandoms and genres.

Can I suggest a future theme? Sure! My inbox is open if you would like to suggest a theme, but keep in mind these are not requests and are meant to be open-ended and vague. Part of the fun of this challenge is seeing everyone's wildly different interpretations!

**All fics are posted to AO3. Please check tags for content warnings, reader discretion is always advised. If you check out any of the fics listed here, comment and kudos are very appreciated!