#fic: don't you worry child verse

[crushofdoves]

speaking of devouring fics where sirius' gender has been trans-ed, do you have any recs?? i know some people don't like to recommend fics so feel free to ignore if that's your vibe!

yes, i do have recs for this! here are a few off the top of my head, in no particular order:

honey sweet by @vajazzly

explicit - ft. city boy sirus who is down bad for the beekeeper with horrible fashion sense (but he’s good with this hands)

gathering home by @quietlemonhush

explicit - sirius raising regulus & harry after literally burning down his family home, remus is reg’s teacher. heavy themes but overall very funny & sweet & tender.

suffer for the people - orphan account

remus is regulus’s camp counselor, has lil bit of a meltdown and asks for his brother who comes to visit to calm him down. feelings occur. sooo cute & comforting, very fluffy.

our destiny in the stars - orphan account

explicit - remus is insecure about his (plus size, disabled) body and decides to try online dating where matches can’t see what the other person looks like. he meets sirius (trans, a teacher) and they uh - hit it off. this fic makes me smile so damn big. it’s just - it’s a classic, i’ve read it a million times.

whatever words i say - orphan account

sirius can’t stop acting out and it’s stressing out the rest of his band, so lily hires remus to keep an eye on him. obviously, they fall in love. a sweet lil band au.

a fool and his money - orphan account

explicit - chronically ill remus is roommates with regulus, meets his rich older brother and agrees to an arrangement: pretend to date sirius, show up with him to events - in exchange for money. y’all can guess where this is going and it’s so good. love a good sugar daddy/fake dating fic.

abyss by @titstraction

explicit - highschool au, remus & sirius are both on the track team and can’t seem to the same page. this fic is - so good. it’s very much a comfort read for me, but there are some heavy themes and transphobic jokes. this fic will hurt your feelings but it will also make you giggle and kick your feet and scream into your pillow.

have time to grow by queer_and_trashy

explicit - queer professor & amateur poet remus meets trans professional poet sirius - they try to get their shit together. hot & sweet and just, deeply deeply gay.

the entire rock n’ pole verse by @jennandblitz and fivepips

explicit - ace rock climber remus meets genderfluid dancer (mainly pole) sirius. this ‘verse is huge, there’s literally millions of words of it and y’all - i’ve read all of it. incredible ace representation, and overall just very sweet and sappy. mild angst, but everyone is in love & has a happy ending so don’t worry!

living like we’re renegades - orphan account

explicit - cheerleader sirius + journalist remus = everything i’ve ever wanted. i loooove this sirius so much they’re so gender.

the prettiest star ‘verse by raging_queer

tattoo artist sirius meets single dad remus - actually, sirius meets his child, teddy. sweet bonding with teddy looking up to Elder Queer sirius. very fluffy and comforting.

staying strangers by 3amandcounting

the texting fic, my fave of all-time. genderfluid sirius & demisexual remus. if there is one fic out there that will just make you want to open a window and yell about it to the other townsfolk - it’s this one. idek how to explain it, it’s just - it’s perfect.

also most of my fic features trans sirius, my masterlist is pinned!

disclaimer: this list is non-exhaustive, i know i’ve forgotten some, and i will be updating this tomorrow when i’m not half-asleep. and y’all, please reply with your fave trans sirius fics bc i want to read them all!!

[everythingne]

hey yall :D!

i've just moved back into my dorm for classes today but i don't start any actual work for a while. im gonna be a bit slower now with work and such but I wanted to let y'all know of some upcoming fics to expect :)! please let me know if any specific ones interest you as i am in a bit of a slump and any encouragement seriously helps <3

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growing pains - dr3

(3+1) three times the girls pain makes you and daniel realize they're not always going to be your little ones. (a first period, a first breakup, and moving out) and one time, the girls come back to show all the lessons you've taught them, and that no matter their age they'll always be your little girls.

mrs mclaren - ln4

the winner of the mini series vote for my 300 follower special was lando, friends to lovers/mutual pining, angst/whatever. so born from that is y/n mclaren, the granddaughter of bruce mclaren, who may just have a huge crush on her driver and somehow literally everyone but lando knows.

wasted summers - op81

to try and solve your huge two decades old crush on your childhood best friend, you attempt to capture his love over the short summer break, with the help of F1 twitter and other racers. it goes about how you would expect.

gripped - ln4

Roxanne Powell's quick thinking on a film set saves Lando from serious injury, the moment making an unlikely connection between one of the top Formula One drivers who takes all the fame and glory for his team, and a girl whose work is hardly credited to herself. it takes seeing the other side to open your eyes.

more below (max n logan)

the one with the wedding - mv1

max grapples with the fact he's getting married on his wedding day. slightly inspired by friends and real weddings i've attended. luckily charles and daniel are there to ease his fears, and you end up having a picture perfect monaco wedding.

akin to a pride verse - 'i truly am my fathers child' - mv1

when brought to tears by ruthless bullying by reporters, reina snaps and hits a reporter out of fear, but the media claims its anger. with no other option, hana flies max to london help her daughter out of a depressive episode caused by reina realizing she's more like her father than she ever wants to be. its a conversation that makes max think back on his actions too.

drunk walk home verse - 'stalkers tango' - mv1

isaiah doesn't go away, not after max nearly shatters his nose. late night phone calls, text messages, and dms lead to a break in that terrifies you and the f1 world. luckily, you're away for the break in, but its not safe for you to return alone. don't worry though, max enlists the help of a few drivers to move all your stuff to his while you 'hunt for apartments.'

wing damage ch 2 - mv1

nadine struggles to accept the fact that she's single and alone in her now too big yet claustrophobic apartment. luckily for her, max is only a phone call away. and a few too many drinks lead to what is probably the stupidest decision for two newly single people who are hurting in their own rights.

meet cute, stay cute - ls2

logan keeps having meet-cutes with you throughout london, noticing the same thing each time, a book tucked under your arm. when you move in next door, he capitalizes on the opportunity to make this meet cute permanent by buying you romance books he's recommended by friends and twitter as a means of flirting.

out of the woods ch3 - ls2

dhanishka struggles to accept the fact that even her best performances can be deemed unfit, and the actions of herself when shes drunk. logan struggles to accept he may have cut things off early. charles needs more wine to deal with this.

go fins! - ls2

logan is only following one miami dolphins cheerleader, you. and you don't think its a big deal until he comes to visit to get an honorary helmet for the miami gp, and they have you give it to him. the clips circle for weeks, begging to know if you're dating the driver, and sometimes its more fun to make a rumor be true than to shut it down.

[blitzyn]

don't worry

gray raven x gn!reader

request: can i request a found family comfort for the grey raven trio where reader/their newly assigned commandant is practically a kid—basically regarded as a 'prodigy' (not really reader was just raised specifically to be a commandant). at first reader seems almost disturbingly professional & rational to a fault, but then one day before a mission they found reader crying because reader was afraid & they were like. "nah man we're giving you a happy childhood" and discovers reader has horrible self-esteem issues. constantly blame themselves for stuff going wrong sometimes even if it clearly wasn't their fault. BASICALLY GREY RAVEN TRIO AS READER'S OLDER SIBLING FIGURES, TAKES CARE OF THEM, HELP THEM THROUGH THEIR ISSUES & TRY TO MAKE HAPPY MEMORIES W THE READER. ty & sorry for the long req oml 😭 — ⚖️

a/n -> YES ABSOLUTELY. Oh my god I’ve been aching and itching and desperate to write something for pgr after hyperreal came out on global I LOVE YOU. Slight spoilers about about the battle in kowloong but my memory of its kinda fuzzy sorry. also this is pre empyrea and hyperreal. NEWAYS darker fics coming up soon dw whoever sees this

wc -> 2.3k

cw -> a bit of self doubt from reader but nothing too heavy

Nearly everyone in Babylonia knew that you were, unarguably, one of the best commandants of their time. You were rational, effective, strong, and intelligent—everything needed in a leader. At a very early age, you could even be considered on par with the Egret commandant, Vanessa.

It was like a breath of fresh air for Lee, Liv, and Lucia, too. Their previous commandant had been one incompetent mess, to put it kindly. They were hardly able to submit their paperwork on time and often made one too many mistakes down on the surface, which inevitably led to their discharge.

You, however, were better in so many ways. You could keep up with the stacks of paper (which, honestly, the three thought was a bit much for a human), maintain a rational mind under pressure, and even utilize the potential they had during battle. Their growth had been evident to them and to many others, which is why when Liv hears you sobbing in your office, she isn’t sure what to do.

She’s well versed in the many different ways to console a crying child given her previous profession as a nurse, but she wasn’t sure how to apply her abilities to you. She readjusts her audio module after having increased it when she heard the faintest sound of a cry, quietly making her way towards the door that led to your office. She stopped in front it, a frown making its way on her face. She wasn’t sure how to handle this, but she knew she had to try.

“Commandant?” She softly knocked on the firm wooden door, listening intently to the sudden gasp that came from your lips and the urgent rustling of paper. “Are you okay?”

There was a pause, likely to recollect yourself and steel your voice. “Yes, Liv.” But she could hear it all—the shakiness, the faint sniffle, your raw voice. Although, there was one that deeply concerned her. She could hear the fear in your tone. Fear of what? She had only ever known you to be strong and brave; though, everyone had their breaking point.

She pursed her lips, tracing mindless patterns on the door before gathering the courage to speak again. “May I come inside? I would appreciate it if… if you could tell me why you’re so upset.”

“I’m not upset,” you countered quickly, even when you knew it wasn’t convincing for either of you.

“Please, commandant…” she pleaded, furrowing her eyebrows worriedly. She wasn’t about to leave you here when she knows she can do something about your tears. “I know you may not be comfortable sharing how you feel, but I would like you to trust me when I say that bottling up your emotions will only serve to hurt you. I know this, now. You taught me the importance of trusting one another, so, please, commandant. Can you trust me?”

There was a moment of silence before you shuffled over to open the door. Your eyes were rimmed red and you kept sniffling every so often, but Liv didn’t watch you with pity nor disdain. Her expression was free of judgement, and you seemed to recognize it when you relaxed the slightest bit.

“If you’re comfortable, could you tell me what’s bothering you?” She questioned softly, watching out for any signs of discomfort.

You pursed your lips, absentmindedly tapping a tune on the doorframe. It wasn’t that you wanted to shut your teammates out, you just couldn’t help but believe that you weren’t allowed to talk about your emotions ever since you began training to become a commandant when you were young. That was one of the main things your parents drilled into you: leading an elite squad had no time for how you felt.

So, you could only offer Liv a noncommittal shrug, slightly surprising her. She’s always known you to be decisive and often strayed away from gestures like that.

“It’s… what if… I’m just worried about tomorrow,” you finally admitted, averting your gaze. You fidgeted a little under your construct’s gaze, even if it was comforting. “What if something goes wrong, and I can’t do anything to fix it? Like… like last time, when Lucia had to switch to her Plume frame after Kowloong.”

A look of understanding crossed Liv’s face. You were afraid of not being enough. Of thinking that you could’ve done something better. She knew she was like that, and so was everyone else, most likely.

“I understand,” she said, noticing the way you perked up at her words. “I also have had countless experiences thinking that I could’ve done more, or that I should’ve done something different. But I would like you to acknowledge that what Lucia did in Kowloong was not your fault. She did what she had to as a soldier and our captain.”

You shook your head, looking down at your gloved hand. Underneath the fabric rests a scar that cuts horizontally along your palm. “But you’re a construct, Liv. It’s easy to say that since you’re so much stronger than I am. What if I’m just weak? What if you and the others are just slowing down to match my pace?”

Liv furrowed her brows, opening her mouth to retort when another voice beat her to it.

“We were humans, too, you know,” the voice said, and instantly you recognized it to be Lee’s. The two of you watched as he and Lucia made their way in the lounge.

“Yes, commandant,” Lucia nodded in agreement, quickly finding her place beside Liv.

You cringed a little, suddenly finding all the attention embarrassing. “How much did you hear?”

“Enough to figure out what was going on,” Lee replied nonchalantly, but with the way he always bore a flat expression, it was hard to tell if he was secretly scrutinizing you or not. “There’s nothing to worry about tomorrow. It’s just standard procedure.”

You frowned at his words, beginning to wonder if you were just overthinking it all again. Lucia seemed to notice as she watched you closely. Nothing seemed to go past her eyes. “Is there something else that’s bothering you, commandant?”

“I’m just worried, I guess,” you tried to shrug it off, fighting off the growing urge to fidget. There was a beat of silence before Lucia spoke up with an eager smile on her face.

"Then, why don't we go out for a while?" She suggested, taking a peek over your shoulder towards the pile of paperwork still stationed on your desk. "It's been a while since all four of us got to hang out together."

"Yes, that's a great idea," Liv visibly brightened, glancing at her friend before returning her gaze back to you. "What do you say, commandant?"

This was the first time in a while you were unable to produce a decision on the spot. But as your eyes flitted onto the expectant expressions of your companions (minus Lee, of course), you could feel yourself gradually being swayed by Lucia's words.

"Uh... Sure. We can go out for a while," you finally relented, earning bright smiles from the two girls before they led you out of the Gray Raven lounge and through the winding corridors that led outside the building. You noticed a few lingering gazes upon you when you walked past, pursing your lips when you saw theirs move in unintelligible whispers.

"They're jealous of how you're younger than them but capable of achieving more," Lee suddenly said from beside you, not bothering to bat an eye when you looked at him. You opened your mouth to reply when he ultimately beat you to it. "No, I'm not saying it just because."

You nodded slowly, unable to fight the faint smile creeping on your face. It made you feel a foreign yet welcoming warmth knowing that he wasn't normally the type to do such a thing like raise his audio modules just to eavesdrop, and yet he did it anyway. He quickly noticed your smile as a blush colored his pale cheeks pink, so you mercifully looked away before he could start complaining about his heat dispersal system "malfunctioning" again.

You winced when you finally made your way out of the building, the artificial lights mimicking daytime on Earth briefly blinding you. You don't remember the last time you went outside just for a leisurely stroll, honestly. Sure, you've been out to visit the gun range or when you needed to depart for a mission, but never really taken in the sights since you were young.

"Where should we go first?" Liv questioned, humming a gentle tune as she looked around for something to do. Everything in Babylonia was limited due to its launch as an incomplete colony ship during the Golden Age, so there weren't any things like public aquariums or gardens. Many plants were used for study in laboratories and preservation just in case they could be replanted on Earth again.

"Why don't we get ice cream? I remember seeing a stand not too long ago," Lucia suggested, glancing at her teammates for approval. You felt a little strange going to an ice cream stand as a grown person who trained all their life to be a soldier, but you couldn't resist upon seeing the expectant gazes of your fellow comrades.

"Uh, sure. That sounds nice," you agreed, albeit a little awkwardly.

"Oh, but commandant," Liv began worriedly as she quickly looked you up and down. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary—you appeared just as put together as always. But now that she knows more of you, she can't help but fuss over your well-being. "I don't remember the last time you ate or what it was. Maybe you should eat something first?"

You gave a nonchalant wave of your hand in dismissal, wordlessly urging her to not worry so much. Not that it'd ever work. "It's okay, Liv. I ate today. There's nothing to be concerned about."

She studied you for a moment longer before letting it go with a defeated sigh. But she wasn't genuinely upset now that she was able to see you in a way that didn't involve violence or dire situations. Continuing on, you could see the stand growing closer, noticing a few other people surrounding it. They were mostly children, with only a few parents watching over them.

Suddenly, one of them seemed to recognize who you were and came running in your direction with a wide grin. She was a little girl who couldn't have been older than ten, with messy, brown hair pulled into two droopy pigtails. "You're that person! The hero!" She cheered, nearly barreling straight into your legs. You steadied her with a firm hand, surprised when she abruptly raised her arm to request an autograph.

"Please?! You're so cool going wham! and bang! against all those bad guys on the surface! I wanna be just like you when I grow up!" She spoke so fast it was nearly impossible to keep up, but you made an effort to nod along with her words. "Super awesome and brave!"

"You haven't even..." You trailed off, wondering what she was told to believe that was solely what you did. Sure, there were a lot of Corrupted lingering around that you and your team disposed of, but there were others who did the exact same thing you did. But seeing this girl's excited grin and awestruck eyes stopped you from finishing your sentence. "Thanks, kid. It means a lot knowing that someone like you looks up to me."

You looked around for something to write with when Liv offered you a pen. You took it with a grateful nod before grabbing a spare paper from your pocket, not wanting to anger her parents by writing on her skin. She squealed and waved the paper around like a flag, staring at it like it was the greatest thing in the world. She repeated several thank you's before running off to her parents, leaving you back to your own devices.

You chuckled lightly, watching her before looking back at Liv. Your eyes widened in surprise when you turned a few times as you realized that Lucia and Lee weren't near you.

"Here, commandant!" Lucia said not a moment later, suddenly appearing behind you. She had an ice cream cone in her hand, holding it out to you. Upon closer inspection, you noticed that it was your favorite flavor. You carefully took it, giving curious glances towards the three.

"Oh, Lee picked out the flavor," Lucia informed, oblivious to the way the man tensed when his name was mentioned. "He noticed you had an interest in flavors similar to it.''

Lee's eyebrows furrowed as his lips dipped downwards into a frown, but there was no mistaking the embarrassed blush coating his cheeks once again. "There's nothing wrong with knowing my commandant's habits for optimal results and future developments."

Liv giggled quietly beneath her hand but decided not to comment on it.

"I hope you like it, commandant," Lucia continued on, eager to know your opinion on the treat.

"He'd be right," you said as you offered her a brief, grateful smile before beginning to eat your ice cream. "And, by the way, you can... you can call me by my name. If you want."

Lucia brightened, walking by your side as you all walked around aimlessly. "[Name]. [Name]! [Name]... [Name]," she repeated in various different tones, trying out how it'd feel to have your name on her tongue.

This time, it was your turn to turn away in embarrassment, futilely trying to hide behind your ice cream. "Don't wear it down all in one day."

"It's a very nice name," Liv laughed lightly at her friend's antics, taking part in teasing you just this once. Although, as she watched you, she couldn’t help but sadden just the slightest bit. Your features hadn’t yet fully matured, resembling that of a teenager just recently entering adulthood. She disliked how someone so young had to be forced into a world such as this, but all she could do was fight and hope that none others would be subject to the same fate in the future.

You just shook your head in exasperation, leisurely strolling forward. Being around your teammates—rather, your friends—like this sent a warmth through your body that only served to rekindle your determination to succeed on days like tomorrow just to have more times like these. It was a comforting feeling. But you could only hope that fate would be kind.

[moumouton4]

Imagine Being Orochimaru's Daughter And Dating Yamato

A/n : I had a hard time writing it it felt so weird to struggle. But I fnally made it and I love it 🔥🦔

A/n : For the fic purpose imagine that you're sitting at a table on the floor, next to Yamato and Orochimaru is in front of him

Warnings : Fluff, slight comedy, Orochimaru has his own role in the fic as much as Yamato, Yamato is canon-verse like he doesn't seem to mind being the subject of Mokuton test of Orochimaru

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Words count : 2747

Yamato had never wondered about your family ties. After all, he didn't have anyone, so maybe you didn't either. He had met you at the Anbu long after Kakashi had become a genin instructor.

So he was very surprised at the beginning of your 3 year relationship when you told him that you would like to introduce him to your father figure. He was very surprised and he was a little - a lot - stressed. What if he gave the wrong impression, what if he didn't like him, and what if-

"Hey Yamato" you said rubbing his arm in a comforting way "Everything is going to be fine don't worry he's going to love you" "Y-you're sure ?" "Sure and certain"

He had taken a breath and after a quick kiss you parted, you going back to your place and he going back to the comfort of his apartment, ideas running wild in his head about meeting your "father" the next day.

On your side you didn't worry too much, you had known Orochimaru since you were a child. In your case he hadn't tried to trick you in any way. No. He simply took you in out of a sense of... kindness. He tried to convince himself that he was doing this for his own interest, but his heart had begun to change without him realizing it.

Of course one could clearly see that you were adopted, your h/c hair and beautiful e/c eyes were a far cry from the piercing, reptilian eyes of your father. But still you grew to love each other as father and daughter. He had taught you everything and you had been a great help in your own way.

On the big day Yamato took some time to decide what he would wear to make a good impression on your father. Far from thinking that he knew unfortunately enough already. He did his hair and decided to let his forehead protector home before leaving his house and heading towards yours.

He decided to take the path to the park to clear his mind of the anxieties that plagued him.

"Hello Tenzo what brings you in this outfit ?" he heard the voice of Kakashi who was reading a book sitting on a bench, his finger was pointed at the suit pants he was wearing.

"Ah that" he rubbed the back of his neck "I-I'm going to meet Y/n's father so I wanted to make a good first impression"

"First impression ? But you already know each other" he answered confidently

Yamato froze for a moment, his eyes fixed on Kakashi "Wait how ? When ?"

Kakashi smirked realizing that his old friend had no information on the subject "Well I won't spoil the surprise for you you'll see when you get there"

"Kakashi please tell me who it is-"

"Goodbye" said the older ninja waving, before he disappeared in a poof of smoke.

"Come on" Yamato shoot raising his hands above his head, before continuing his walk towards your house.

But the closer he got to your house the more he felt a sense of unease in his heart. He felt as if he could feel an extremely powerful chakra emanating from there.

When he got to the door he stopped, trying to remember who he had felt the chakra from before. He had already been standing in front of the door for 10 minutes as if he was trying to bore holes while he was trying to recall it. His eyes widened as he made the connection between the fabulous source of chakra and an old enemy he had a lot to do with in the past. He felt his heart racing with forecasting, how would Orochimaru react knowing that the man you as chosen was one of the children he had taken from his family to perform Mokuton tests.

He knew however that Orochimaru had changed but still, he wouldn't have thought that you were his daughter, not only because of the resemblance but also because you didn't really look like someone who had grown up with someone who was so evil - but truth be told you didn't grow up with this side of him. But little did he know that Orochimaru was not the same man with you as he was at that moment with the others who were using him for his personal scientific research.

Inside though, while you were busy serving the tea you had prepared to your father he drew your attention.

"Dear I think he knows, I've been sensing his chraka at the door for quite a while" his voice steady not giving anything away as usual.

You sighed serving your own tea "I know... I've been sensing it too. I'm going to talk to him" you said walking towards the door "Try not to eavesdrop... this time" you said sending him a dark glare before opening the door.

With a quick step you left your apartment and turned in his direction. He jumped back, still on his guard. A slight blush appeared on his face when he saw the pretty sundress you had specially put on for the occasion.

"Erm hey Y/n what are you doing here ?" he said mentally facepalming himself when he realized how stupid what he was saying was.

"Well I was at home waiting for you" you chuckled taking his hand in yours "But now that you're here I don't have to wait anymore"

He smiled sheepishly knowing that because of his moment of reflection concerning the identity of your father he was nearly 10 minutes late.

You took a step back into your apartment but his hand tightened on yours. When you looked back at him he gave you a look of doubt and apprehension. Of course you knew why and you bitterly regretted the childhood Yamato had known because of your father's actions. However, you couldn't go back in time as much as you wanted to, nor could you not tell him or at least formalize your relationship with Orochimaru, the latter being very close to you, because of the gratefulness he felt that you had helped him change.

You took a step back into your apartment but his hand tightened on yours. When you turned your head back to him he gave you a look of doubt and apprehension. Of course you knew why and you bitterly regretted the childhood Yamato had known because of your father's actions. However, you couldn't go back as much as you wanted to, nor could you not tell him who your father is, or at least formalize your relationship with Orochimaru, the latter being very close to you, because of the gratfulness he felt that you had helped him change.

You came back on your steps and took him in your arms. As his head set on your shoulder you whispered to him "That's okay if you don't wanna met him. I won't blame you"

But he shook his head "No, I'm sticking with it. Sorry for the internal reflection moment"

He kissed the top of your head and nodded "We're good to go"

And so the two of you enter your apartment. After taking off his shoes Yamato walked shyly into the dining room, where Orochimaru was sitting at the table with his back to him, he recognized his long black hair. Suddenly he stands up and his gaze settles on you first before landing on Yamato. He bows respectfully in an uncanny way and Yamato does the same for politeness.

"Okay so dad this is Yamato... and you guys already know each other so I'm gonna let you guys and get some cake for tea" you said before running hoping you didn't forget to buy the pastries.

Once out of the room Orochimaru looked at Yamato and whispered "Don't expect an exaggerated display of politeness from me"

Yamato swallowed hard, he didn't even have time to answer when you come back in the room with a plate of pastries.

"Hey I didn't forget them after all" you said smiling.

"I bet these namagashis will be delicious my Dear" smiled your father.

Yamato's mouth hung open, not because of the pastries you bought in the bakery but because Orochimaru had just called you my Dear ?!? I mean he was your father but still it wasn't usual to act so- is that a genuine smile on his face ?!? O.O

After you all took a patisseries, orochimaru see you exchange a look of love with Yamato and he felt his heart swell, he was delighted to see his little flower happy and shining like that.

Yamato on his side had a hard time to relax. You realized this and discreetly tried to start a conversation with your father "So how are you doing ?" unfortunately for you the conversation lasted less time than you thought "Oooh you know the usual. Oh by the way Dear would you like to warm up my tea please it's running cold" "Of course" and with that you went back to the kitchen with his glass of tea in hand.

Once you were out of sight, Orochimaru, after taking a bite from his cake, put it back down and asked the man in front of him "I hope this isn't one of your schemes to keep an eye on me. If she ever were to complain about you in any way you will have to deal with me"

The end of his sentence was brimming with murderous envy. Of course he wanted to assess Yamato's worth but he was firm on the fact that whoever hurt his princess would end up hearing from him. Of course Yamato realized this last part and almost choked on his cake, he quickly took a sip of tea to swallow. Then he spoke, his eyes full of determination.

"No, of course not, I will never allow myself to play with her feelings in order to ensure your surveilliance"

His interlocutor smirked "Talking about feelings. Did the ROOT give them back to you packed in a box ?"

And just at these words, a wave of feelings comes to crash on the poor yamato, who had no idea of what Orochimaru was currently trying to do. Maybe because of stress or something else he didn't even think that the latter was maybe trying to test him. No, directly his mind jumped to conclusions and he imagined a twisted scenario in which Orochimaru decided that he had had enough of him and decided to eliminate him coldly.

But listening to his heart Yamato instead of crumbling under the weight of the words, decided to straighten up and look Orochimaru in the eye, his eyes filled with a certain determination and dare he add an ounce of protectiveness. Liking the look in his eyes, Orochimaru smiled - but even his smile was frightening for him lmao - causing Yamato to be even more wary.

As he tried to gather his words to refute your father's words and express his true and unwavering devotion to you, you came back in with the steaming tea as requested, along with another cake 

As you placed the tea in front of your father and the cake in the center of the table, your gaze fell on Yamato who had just swallowed the words he was about to address to your father. The smile he tried to throw at you to divert attention, as you sat back down next to him, could not hide the apprehension in his eyes.

You decided not to say anything, judging that if Yamato had thought it worthwhile to talk about it, he would have done so. However, your resolve was broken when your father took a knife to cut the cake and Yamato squeezed your hand under the table quite tightly.

And as if to add to his condition, your father spoke up and put a piece of cake in front of Yamato "I made this one myself. As a guest you'll be the first tasting it"

He couldn't say no in front of you, so with a trembling hand Yamato took a fork and dug it into the slice of cake before putting it in his mouth and exchanging a fearful look with you.

"What the hell was going on ?" you thought while waiting for him to finish his bite. He couldn't say that he didn't like the cake the sannin made however he was weary at the sight of its composition.

That was enough for you and you asked him "Tenzo are you feeling alright ?"

He looked at you with a face full of recognition, but also of embarrassment, as he saw Orochimaru serve you a piece and you too took a bite. He wouldn't try to poison his own child after all and with that he realized little by little that his apprehension and distrust of the sannin was a little out of place.

He looked at you before looking at your father, his voice filled with remorse even though he was trying to hide it "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding"

You looked at both of them trying to understand what misunderstanding your partner was talking about but Orochimaru spoke up.

"There is nothing wrong with that, my reputation is tenacious and I know it. However I appreciate what I can see before me" he said nodding approvingly as he looked at you.

You glanced at Yamato whose look made you understand that he was going to explain everything to you later. The meeting went much better than it had started for everyone, Yamato felt much more at ease, Orochimaru seemed satisfied with your choice and you... well you still had trouble understanding what you had missed but you were happy that everything went well nevertheless.

As you realized that the meeting was coming to an end, orochimaru spoke up "And by the way, who is going to move in with whom, as I realize that you both live in the center of town, maybe a house more away from the hustle and bustle would be more appropriate for infants"

"Infants ?!? 👀" exclaimed Yamato, a hint of red defining itself on his cheeks, his eye twitching.

"Pfffffffff dad !!!" you said after making a spit take as you started to choke on the little bit of tea you had swallowed. Yamato jumped towards you and gently tapped on your back to help you evacuate.

"What I'm worried about is my offspring-" he said before dodging a kunai that you threw at him. Yamato whistled, you were indeed your father's daughter. The latter chuckled "Oh I'm teasing you, Darling. Take care" and with that he placed a kiss on your forehead, nodded to Yamato and left your apartment, a smile on his lips as he added "Until next time Tenzo" and closed the door behind him, and this time it was the one who made a spit take.

You chuckled at your father's behavior, you didn't expect it all to go so well. When your gaze rested on Yamato, he was red, his mind retracing what your father had said about the children. A slight shudder ran through his body as he imagined the possible consequences that Orochimaru's words of you both having kids were having on him.

You gently ran your hand over his arm telling him how great he did for an official first meeting with your father. You quirked an eyebrow at him when you left how hot his skin felt under your touch "Aw is it because he talked about children that you are in this state ?" you chuckled as he buried his face in your neck his face as red as a tomato.

"You know" you said still patting his back "The subject of children won't be on the plate until the two of us decide it. That won't stop us from having our fun though" you said winking at him and clearing away the cakes that were on the table.

As his eyes followed your figure retreating into the kitchen, he couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run through his body, was this an invitation ? Well for that there was only one way to know. He ran his fingers through his hair and with a decided but timid step decided to follow you. And take whatever you had in store for him.

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A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🥪🥧 Again my requests are open 🍵🍮

Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

[featheryfoxes]

Because I need more Jeff angst.

And the show just skips over omegas which okay I guess I'll do it myself.

What if we don't see many Omega children/adults in Tony's circle is they as individuals sell fast, even more so the special ones (maybe special omegas or Omega's in general happen less often that alphas?) And yes they can produce a child easier than alphaxenigma but that makes the child less 'valuable' on the black market.

But Tony makes good money from sell the Omega's virginity, from the 'right' to breed one of his collection.

Soon after taking in Jeff, Tony thinks that's gonna be a money maker for sure. He pairs him with Charlie (hoping for the older alpha to kinda imprint on the younger, be willing to guard Jeff with his life) Tony's already got buyers lined up for the server but when Charlie runs he takes Jeff because well Tony's imprint planed a little too well.

Of course Jeff knew that's what Tony had planned, that his body wasnt his. So he abuses suppressants (when I would build omega verse normally suppressants are only used for emergencies like sudden heats/ruts or to prevent heat/rut sickness they aren't designed to be taken like birth control) it keeps him from going into heat after his first one. (Not really a presentation as I use intersex M!Omega and F! alpha's so those are present at birth) but it doesn't hide his scent.

Alan figures it out fairly quickly and is like "I'm not gonna tell you what to do with you body but doing this could really mess up. "

"my fertility I'm aware."

"I mean yeah but I'm more worried about the kidney and heart damage and the mental health issues than the fertility thing."

So he and Alan start there relationship and how amazing that Jeff got to *chose*. Maybe he didn't take the suppressants for a bit becuase he finally feels a little bit safe.

But Tony is a dick and already sold Jeff so even before the full auction (he was decided the best way to control Jeff is to sell him off permanently overseas maybe) he allows the Alpha that Jeffs virginity was originally sold to have him. Even when Kenta points out that Jeff smells like Alan in a way that means they had sex recently.

(maybe he goes into heat?)

Tony's like "She (the alpha) does t have to know that and who knows the smell might whip her into a rut, she'll pay more if the brat gets pregnant."

(this female alpha is probably gonna be the villain in a full fic if I write one.)

Cue after care when Alan and Jeff get to the apartment, maybe Jeff doesn't tell him even if Alan's nose tells him something happened Jeff is like "oh it was just buyers assessing me. Nothing was gonna happen till I was sold. " So calm it kinda freaks Alan out and he's like you can cry that was traumatic it's okay to break I'm here to hold you.

They talk it out get that comfort we want from whump and scene.

[alteon77]

Updated Masterlist of Writing and Art

About the writer/artist: I like to write and paint. My current obsession is Sandman, but I enjoy most fantasy fandoms as well as anime (I think I’m on season seven billion of One Piece right now 🤣). I'm also weird as they come (and awkward, too), so just please ignore my oddball (coughTERRIBLEcough) sense of humor.

On a more personal note, I have PTSD and suffer from severe manic depressive episodes. Writing and art are my most familiar coping mechanisms, and I need them like I need oxygen. Seriously, there were times in my life that knowing I had to finish a story or a piece of art was the only thing stopping me from ending up dead. So, I don't take part in fandom drama. Having my peace and protecting my mental health are very big deals to me, and I won't risk those for anything if I can help it.

As for my writing, it ranges from short one-shots to ridiculously long novel series. I use third person POV (on longer series) as well as second person (on shorter things). I also try to always exclude physical descriptions when writing main character OCs and assign them nicknames to avoid using Y/N. I love to read Y/N fics, but writing them makes me feel like I'm at work. And who actually wants to ever feel like they're at work when they're engaging in a hobby? Definitely not me.

Lastly, there's usually more stuff on my AO3 page than I have listed here, because I forget to post it pretty often. Oops. I'll get around to moving it all over one day. Probably. Maybe.

Feel free to leave an ask if you want or just drop by my DMs. <3

Artwork links are at the bottom of this list, so if you're here for those, that's where they are.

Sandman 'Verse

All the Precious and Fragile Things (so easily do they break)

After banishing his lover from the Dreaming for her betrayal, Morpheus learns that she is pregnant with his child.

And that she’s been captured by a revenge-seeking Alexander Burgess.

What the both of them are unaware of is that this will set in motion a cascade of unfavorable events, causing a chain reaction that threatens the whole of existence itself.

PART I: All of This Past

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

PART II: These Tender, Loving Mercies

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

PART III: When It All Falls Down

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

PART IV: The Dark of War

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Epilogue

Sometimes He's Sweet

Morpheus hates the holidays.

As excited as she seems to experience the mortal holiday, he's… less so. Much less so. With the entire collective unconscious contained within him, this time of year can be wholly overwhelming, a miasma of too much red and green, too much worry, too much loneliness, too much excitement, too many similarly themed dreams, too many similarly themed nightmares, and far far too many holiday songs. It all bleeds out from the collective unconscious into his own mind, sticks there like weeping sap to a tree until he feels half-mad with the unrelenting presence of it, with his inability to get free from its cloying trespass upon his very being.

This is just a little sweet fluff for the holiday season. It takes place between chapters 19 and 20 of "All the Precious and Fragile Things". No spoilers here if you've read that far!

The Dog Debacle (or how best to sneak a dragon into the dreaming)

Morpheus' daughter gets a new dog.

Well..... kind of.

That Familiar Feeling of Family (or how Hob Gadling ended up as an uncle to his stranger's oftentimes feral children)

It's a pretty universally known thing that families are just strange. As Hob is quickly figuring out, however, this little fact is magnified by AT LEAST a billion when the family in question is Endless.

(A lighthearted story in which Hob Gadling finds out his stranger has married, makes friends with a homicidal maniac/ruler, and manages to become an exemplary uncle to a pack of magically mischievous children. Really, now all he has to do is convince everyone to stop calling his and Dream's weekly meetups "playdates", and then his life would be practically perfect.)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The Maker, the Muse, and the Sundered Song

In his temple, what remains of Orpheus waits in trepidation. Something is changing. Something that he knows might alter the very fabric of the world as he understands it.

Finally freed from captivity, Calliope struggles to make any meaningful changes to the laws that saw her bound and taken in the first place. When the strange woman appears on Mount Parnassus and offers help, Calliope knows she would be a fool not to accept it. Even if she thinks that she's being lied to.

Meanwhile in the peace of the Dreaming, Morpheus grapples with guilt over his son's fate. As he basks in the love of his new children, he can't help but to regret his own failings where Orpheus is concerned.

And as for May, she's really just got a job to do. And her own traumatic issues to deal with. And if it's all hella awkward because she's having to work alongside her husband's ex-wife, she'll see it done anyway. There's even the small possibility that she might eventually admit to Calliope the truth about her identity. That is if she can ever actually work up the courage to say it aloud.

Chapter 1

Nothing in This Closet but Boots and a Boy

Morpheus is wildly protective of his daughter.

That's probably bad for the boy in said daughter's closet.

AU's and Other Stuff in the Sandman 'Verse

Of Exes, Hellhounds, and Waffle Fries

Morpheus shows up to rescue the woman he probably loves (though he won't admit it) from hellhounds and ends up getting roped into helping with her family. This is one of those extras that doesn't fit into the main story, but it's fun, so I'm posting it.

The Bizarre Breeding Habits of Anthropomorphic Personifications

It's a tale as old as time.

Two idiots fall in love. Two idiots fall out of love.

Neither one of them is expecting a baby to come along and derail their unhappily ever after.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Original Fanart

I like to play around with different styles and to try new things with my artwork. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn't. I'm still learning, and I am so far from being a professional that it's laughable. But I only post things that I think look decent or that I think others might enjoy.

The Lover's Argument (Morpheus x oc)

Oneiros (Morpheus in Grecian garb)

Because I could not stop for Death, she kindly stopped for me... (Regency era Dream and Death)

[fractualized]

Hey

Don't really consume original batman comics, can't have acess to this things but I started to read and watch batjokes stuff. I'll say that I consume from the dark and reflecting to the wholesome peak, and one of that keeps heartwarming me is Telltale batjokes. Love how John can go from scary smiling creature to a precious sweetheart. Also like to see different versions of Joker interactions with the batfam in the various fancomics and fanfics. What makes think how I don't see many fics about John Doe with the batfam. Of course I see that is because the Telltale universe doesn't have the Bruce's kids, what is really sad because I think that "collision" could give us some truly great things.

What scenarios do you think it could be treated on these stories that you haven't saw being made yet?

Also, I saw once a post a person made talking how they'd like about John exploring more his sexuality. Like, that would focus more in the John's experiences out of Arkham BEFORE meeting Bruce again. Trying new clothes, talking with new people, discovering makeup (that I think he wouldn't get acess in Arkham). Do you have any thoughts about that too?

Recently I watched some videos that talk about John's possible disorders. How looks like he keeps switching from 'John' to 'Joker' and how he was way more "Joker" in Arkham, maybe having a kind of personality disorder. Sure, must be in that way because they wanted a different John from the one that we have in season one, but we can dream about this a little bit, can we?

That was long. Sorry for the errors, english it's not my language. Like your fics btw. The more I read some things, more I like the whole fan creation stuff and understand better too.

Thank you for the message, and for enjoying my fic! No worries about the length. I'll take your questions one by one:

John Doe and the Batfam

I think one of the reasons not a lot of people (including me) have incorporated the batfam into Telltale fic is that a big selling point for writing it is that the Telltale-verse is its own thing. There's much, much less history to complicate matters if you want to write a canon-compliant story, which includes there being no children to distract Bruce from his relationship with John, which a lot of fic focuses on. The batjokes is certainly what I enjoy! I don't have anything against the batfam (and I'm actually trying to read a little more about at least some of them), but since that interest has never been super high, my fic ideas never went in that direction.

If I do think about bringing in batfam, well, I get a little stuck.

While John is a lighter flavor of Joker, he's still a Joker, and Joker is not a parental person. In the comics he has had some interesting nonviolent interactions with kids, indulging or even protecting them, but that's not the same as being responsible for them. And one of the stronger Joker characteristics John has is his obsession with Bruce and wanting his attention. I don't think John would go all "Death of the Family" on a kid brought into the manor, but he would be wildly jealous. Like, my first plot bunny is John getting a visit from Bruce, who tells him about witnessing this tragic accident at the circus that left a poor child acrobat orphaned, and wanting to help him. Then over more visits, we get a story of little Dick Grayson insisting on investigating his parents murder, so intently that he becomes Bruce's vigilante partner. And John, who's been gnawing on his jealousy over Bruce spending all this time with some kid, loses his shit that an 8-year-old is a better vigilante than he ever was. Just spiraling about how Bruce is forgetting about him. He breaks out, insisting he can help, but just gets thrown back in again. A tragedy!

Okay, let's try one with John out of Arkham, and let's go non-chronological this time and say Bruce meets Jason Todd first. Jason's trying to steal the batmobile's tires, of course, but he's also a witness to a murder or something, so Bruce brings him home. This time John directly witnesses Bruce bonding with a troubled kid, and the jealousy is worse because John recognizes all the ways Bruce calms him down. John and Jason don't get along at all because John is constantly trying to get Bruce to shuttle this kid off to a nice foster home, but similar to the scenario above, Jason's moxy earns him a Robin spot. Then a twist! Jason has leaned into Bruce's mentoring because he wants to find his mother, who he's sure is alive! And John is like, well dang, I'll help you find her if it gets you out of my house. And in some eerie parallels to Jason's comic death, they end up overseas and find Sheila Haywood, who it turns out is defrauding the aid organization she works for. On being discovered, the men she's working with attack Jason, and John has this terrible opportunity to take his jealousy past the brink and let whatever happens to Jason happen-- but he doesn't. He saves Jason instead, not just because he knows Bruce would be wrecked but because he sees parts of himself reflected in Jason. There, that's sort of nicer! I still don't think John would be parental after that, but it would be nicer??

John's Self-Exploration

See, the thing with John having new experiences after getting out of Arkham is that they have to be limited, because that's key to what happens with his character in the game. He's really struggling with finding who he is, because he keeps trying to emulate other people rather than figure out what he personally wants to do with this life. (Which would be understandable even if he was the average person. It's easier to model yourself after somebody else than to put yourself out there again and again to figure out what works for you.) Before Bruce reappears, John is focused on being who he thinks Harley wants him to be and having a place with the gang. It ties into his hatred for Riddler, who just outright disdained of him instead of simply tolerating him like, say, Freeze.

He still naturally does some exploration, of course. He has to dress himself outside of Arkham, and he's a talkative guy so he managed to find, uh, acquaintances outside of the Pact at the Stacked Deck. It probably would have helped him a lot if he'd done more of that, but as much as he seems to act independently in the game, all too often it's in service of impressing Harley or then Bruce. If I were to write about John's exploration, it would probably be about restraint. He would be full of curiosity about the ways other people express themselves, and he'd stifle it because he's not sure if that's what Harley would want. Makeup would be a big curiosity for sure, but I can see John not indulging either because he doesn't see a lot of other guys wear it or because he asked Harley if he could try her kit and she decided to psych him out about it because she could.

Is it too drastic to say that a John who had even trepidatious confidence for self-exploration might have found more balance and avoided his fate in the game? Maybe, but I have to wonder.

John In Arkham Versus Outside Arkham

Personally I tread lightly when it comes to assigning specific disorders to John. It's one thing if someone recognizes their own diagnosis in him and uses that to inform a fic. When it comes to the writing in the game, as far as I can tell, it was just working off characteristics common to the Joker: impulsive, manipulative, self-important, and infatuated with violence, with a poor sense of boundaries and an inappropriate sense of humor. Those traits may be consistent with certain disorders, but there aren't that many fic scenarios where I would feel the need to specify what applies to John, and in those cases I would be extremely careful. When it comes to pure speculation? I'm just not qualified. Heck, I have a fic where I gave John a heart diagnosis and I'm still hoping I wasn't super off-base.

As for the shift from "Joker" to "John," I ascribe to the fish-out-of-water explanation (which, yeah, papers over how Telltale simply needed to change his character for the story). John learned a more aggressive way to navigate life when he was incarcerated in a corrupt asylum, and when the rules he lived by there did not apply outside of it, he had to re-map. Not only did he have to learn different ways to behave, but he had to do it while feeling more off-kilter than usual, exposed and vulnerable. Make a mistake when living in Arkham, you just get put in a deeper hole in Arkham. Make a mistake outside of Arkham, you lose all your newfound freedom and get thrown back behind bars. I don't see a "switch" in John, just him reverting to more aggressive behavior at times, especially when he's under stress.

Well, I hope my thoughts were… interesting? I feel like I pushed back on most of your starting points and that's probably annoying. Sorry!

[mono-dot-jpeg]

unexpected nostalgia - k. kazhua, k. ayato & k. ayaka

summary; you hated this but it seemed like your sibling was having the time of their lives as they get to relive having you as their baby sibling.

genre; scenarios, fluff, familial relationship, ooc kazuha and kamisatos???, angst at kazuha's part (if you squint?)

[platonic] [gender never mentioned]

a/n; i dont have much to say but before i posted my recent fic, it took me a while to get back into writing skjdksdjj i hope this is good and that you enjoy despite how long it took for me to write this also kazuha came home a while ago but it was days before the yoimiya banner leak so im a little bummed bc i want her <;/3

kaedehara kazuha

you really wonder how this happened, one minute you were exploring past the gates of liyue and now you're back to being a baby. it was a sudden event for the both of you, of course it would be sudden, you turned into a baby! kazuha was more than well versed in taking care of you, often having to do so when you were both younger.

"what a turn of event, hm?" he was still calm as ever. you can only whine at how calm he was. how dare he be so calm about this?! "don't cry dear, we'll figure something out. though it is nostalgic to have you like this." he has a fond smlie on his face as he holds you.

"dad used to help me hold you right when you were first born. we were really inseparable, and we still are." you want to be a little frustrated that your older brother was so casual about this but the way he talked so fondly about such memories you didn't remember, you want to let him have this for a little longer. "time really passed too quickly."

you could only respond with a tiny huff, making him smile. "i think for now we should find baizhu... he might help." he chuckled as he swaddles you in his haori to keep you warm on the way.

his heart feels lighter knowing that you will always be by his side and he will be by yours, nothing separating you both after everything.

kamisato ayaka & kamisato ayato

ayato laughed at you. he was so shocked that he laughed. it was almost unbelievable if it weren't for the fact it happened in front of the elder siblings. ayaka, being the dear sister she was, immediately checked for any injury.

"are you okay?!" she pressed her hands on your cheeks as she examined your face and then checked your body. unfortunately, as a baby, you were very ticklish. you start bursting out giggles as her hands ran across your tiny body. she sighed in relief upon hearing your laugh, "well, at least you're in good shape aside from turning into a baby." ayato had kept quiet when ayaka started to worry, soon smiling fondly as he heard your giggles.

"we better head back and find out how long this may last." he suggested. taking it upon himself to hold you.

"right. everyone back at the estate might worry about how we got a child though... do you think thoma can help us?"

"i'm sure we'll be fine." he hummed. and as expected, gossip runs fast in the estate, and thoma is quick to assign the two kamisatos in the weird misadventure.

"i'm sure she'll be okay. perhaps kokomi may help?"

"though it is cute to see our little kamisato sibling be a baby again." ayato's fingers rub at your chubby cheek before pinching it lightly, making you attempt to smack his hand away. "it's much more different now though, i feel like a parent." he chuckled. it wasn't far off how he really felt most of the time despite spending a lot of time to work and learn to uphold the clan.

"baby y/n is just too cute to resist!" ayaka giggled, joining the eldest brother in coddling you. going to find how long this lasts can wait, your siblings are too busy spoiling you now that they're old enough to do it.

[mirananananan]

intro & fic masterlist

hi & welcome to my blog which consists mostly of me screaming about the last of us, more specifically joel & ellie. i also enjoy a fair amount of other fandom content (ted lasso, succession, harry potter, marvel, some musicians, etc), so expect occasional reblogs outside of tlou.

my name is miranda (she/her), and i am back on tumblr and ao3 after an approx. 10 year hiatus, so it has been really fun finding joy in this again after so long! my asks are always open, as are my dms! i love meeting and talking to people on here!

speaking of, i write tlou fic and post on ao3 when i have the time and inspiration! i absolutely love found family dynamics, angst/fluff, and giving these beautiful characters who i love so much some softness and happiness.

masterlist:

ONE-SHOTS:

you were wrong (my healing needed more than time) - ellie and joel adjust to life in jackson. joel is having a harder time than he thought he would...and he somehow forgot how hard it is to be a parent (3.9k words)

what would it feel like to put this baggage down? - the progression of joel & ellie's relationship through conversations they have while he does her hair (7.4k words)

routine - there is a break in ellie's routine, and the entire day spirals from there. set in modern au in which 7-year-old ellie was adopted by good parents joel & tess, the beautiful verse set up by this fic (4.6k words)

twenty year dark night (now i see daylight) - joel remembers a series of core parenting memories with sarah as he navigates being a parent to a very different child under very different circumstances (11k words)

a place in a brand new world - joel tells ellie the truth after a few months in jackson. she struggles with forgiveness, complicated further by having a hard time coming to terms with what her place is in joel's life. ft. good uncle tommy, feelings of inadequacy for ellie, and joel waiting patiently to pick up the pieces (5.4k words)

we don't get too long (that's why i'm holding on) -  ellie's getting older, and so is joel. lots of things are different, but plenty is the same. ft. aged-up ellie and joel; everyone lives, no one dies jackson fluff (2.4k words)

i had the best day with you today - the pumpkin patch/fall vibes fic i dreamt up one day while listening to "the best day" (taylor's version) by taylor swift (5.1k words)

a home that leads me back to you - whumptober 2023 promt #3: "like crying out in an empty room, with no one there except the moon" | solitary confinement | "make it stop"

SERIES:

modern sisters au -

modern setting au in which joel is a single dad to his two teenage daughters, sarah and ellie.

daughters - in another universe, joel has both of his girls together, minus the apocalypse. aka, the modern au in which sarah & ellie are sisters (2.3k words)

on my side (even when i was wrong) - sarah and ellie attempt to pull off a scheme to keep joel from finding about ellie's school troubles. he finds out anyway (4.5k words)

the better version of our past - joel and tess agree to smuggle a six-year-old named ellie to the fireflies in exchange for gear they need to get west in joel’s search for tommy. when they discover she is immune and what the fireflies plan to do with her, there is a change of plans.

takes place about 8 years before canon. tess lives, family is found, ellie gets a post-apocalyptic childhood.

the past coming back (pt. 1) - main story. an alternate universe/timeline where joel & tess meet ellie eight years earlier under similar circumstances (30.7k words)

the future looks good (pt. 2) - a little extra of ellie’s pov at bill & frank’s (set in chapters 3-4 of part 1 of series). ft. ellie's process of starting to trust joel & tess even though she's never really known trustworthy adults (2.2k words)

just tryin' to find my way to you (pt. 3) - ellie gets sick while settling in jackson. joel worries too much. ft. the healing powers of candy land (7.1k words)

today is another day to find you (pt. 4) - joel makes a guitar once they're settled into jackson. ellie is absolutely smitten, but tess is even more smitten with her family and the moments they enjoy together (2.7k words)

time cutting me open (then healing me fine) (pt. 5) - tommy convinces joel & tess to take a "vacation" so that he can activate good uncle tommy mode. it goes about as well as could be expected. ft. ellie's separation anxiety, tommy doing his best, and lots of fluffy comfort for all (6k words)

i found you under an april sky (pt. 6) - during her early months in jackson, ellie learns what it means to be loved, have a family, and a place to call home (6.4k words)

a flower bud in concrete (pt. 7) - the miller family grows within the safe walls of jackson. tess & joel decide to have a baby now that they are in an environment that is normal enough, and ellie has mixed feelings about being a big sister (14.3k words)

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[super-unpredictable98]

Can you pleasee do a fic like 18 years after when their daughter brings home her bf for dinner who has the whole bad boy vibe and their whole interaction?

(klaus,vicki)

Meet The Parents | The Umbrella Academy AU

Pairing: Klaus x Vicky (OC - The Eighth Child’ Verse)

Word Count: 1,3 k

Warning: Strong language, mention of drugs

a/n: Thank you so much for your request, I had a lot of fun with it. I hope you like it, I really love writing Dad Klaus lol also I'm still working on requests so just keep an eye out everyone.

(Masterlist)

"Hello, Liebchen..." Klaus walked out of the bedroom following the smell of fresh bread and seasonings for the marinara sauce.

Even though he was 52, he still dressed pretty much like he always had. He wore a shimmery see-through crop top and the tiniest underwear, glitter from the party they attended the night before still covering his eyes, cheeks, and (somewhat gray) curls. Ah, the advantages of being empty-nesters...

Ever since Fortune left to go to college about 45 minutes away, Klaus and Vicky had been living like they did in their early 20s. Parties, weed, drinks, junk food, lots and lots of sex. No one understood how they got the energy, but they did. 

"Good morning, sleeping beauty! This has to be a new record, you slept for half a day," Victoria teased. "Hungry?" 

"Oh yeah, I'm definitely hungry," Klaus embraced her from behind and slid his hands up to feel up her chest. "You look even sexier now that I'm sober." 

"Thanks, but I don't think we'll have time for that now, Klausie," she laughed. 

"What? Why?" He pouted. 

"You forgot? Fortune is coming for dinner, honey, she's bringing her new boyfriend." 

Klaus' demeanor immediately went sour, it was the first time their daughter was bringing a boy for them to meet and he was sure he would hate anyone she introduced. Not because he'd necessarily be an asshole, but obviously because no one in the world can ever be good enough for his Fortune. 

In an effort to be as different as possible from his own father, he became the most doting dad he possibly could. It was a miracle his daughter turned out so sweet and grounded after how spoiled she was. 

"I know I promised to be cool about this dating thing, but..." 

"I know," Vicky stirred the sauce carefully while giving her husband a sympathetic look. "You never thought you'd be square and get jealous of your little girl, but there you are. Don't worry, Tunnie has a good head on her shoulders and good taste. She knows what a good man looks like, we raised her well."

He nodded, trying to blindly trust his wife, as more often than not, she was right. What's the worst that could happen? She was only 18, it's not like she could get pregnant... or marry way too young... or join a cult with this guy like several people did when Destiny's Children was around. Well, shit.

About an hour later the doorbell rang, Klaus had already showered and put on some less slutty clothes, so he ran to open the door while Victoria set the table. 

"My Tunnie!" He pulled his daughter into his arms and squeezed her as if it was the first time they saw each other in years (it had been a week). "I missed you so much, is your throat better? Did the medicine help?"

"Yeah, Dad, I'm fine. I missed you too," Fortune chuckled, already used to the overprotection. 

"Oh, check it out! I love it," he took her arm to get a better look at her new tattoo of the moon. "Uncle Luther is gonna love it!" He joked, completely ignoring the boy waiting by the door as well. 

"Thanks," she smiled, pulling her boyfriend closer as her mom joined. "Dad, this is Jax. Jax this is my father, Klaus, and my mother, Victoria." 

"Hey," was all he said.

"So nice to meet you," Vicky went in for a hug despite being a little hesitant. He didn't seem like the type of guy her daughter would be interested in. 

The boy was tall and muscular, his arms were covered in tattoos, his long hair was shaped a little bit like a mullet and messy, he had a dangling earring, wore a spike necklace, and a leather jacket. From what they could count, he had two more piercings (on his eyebrow and his tongue).

"Jax? Like a dog?" Klaus laughed. "Come on in, dinner is ready."

An awkward silence engulfed the entire family while everyone got themselves some pasta and garlic bread. As a former horrible influence, Klaus could recognize one when he saw it, and he didn't like it one bit.

"So, what are you studying, Jax?" Victoria finally asked. She had to admit despite not being the sort of man she would've gone for back in her day, he was very handsome. 

"I'm in nursing school," he answered. "My mom was a nurse in Japan before we moved to America." 

Klaus nearly choked, a nurse? Really? That guy looked like he would punch someone in the face for asking him the time. 

"Oh, you're Japanese? Where are you from? My husband and I did a ton of missions- works there," Victoria smiled.

"Osaka." 

"Wow! That's amazing, we loved hanging around Dotonbori. Right, Klausie?"

"Um? Yeah, yeah, really cool place," Klaus nodded, trying not to let his thoughts wander too much. 

"Jax is also in a band, he plays the drums," Fortune added. "He helps at the animal shelter on the weekends and volunteers at the nursing home every Monday." 

"Good one," her father snorted before he could stop himself. 

"What do you mean, Dad?" 

"Oh come on, are we just gonna pretend like Asian James Dean looks like someone who likes to volunteer!" 

"Klaus!" Victoria scolded. "What did I tell you? You were never like this, you were never one to judge appearances, what's going on?" 

"Yeah, Dad, you always told me you can never judge a book by its cover when my classmates would tease me saying you're gay!" Fortune exclaimed. 

Meanwhile, poor Jax sunk in his seat wanting nothing more than to disappear. He was scared something like that was gonna happen and he really liked Fortune.

"I know, but- but you're my daughter! And he's bad news!" Klaus cried irrationally. "I know how that sounds, Vicky. I know I'm bad news too, but in a different way!"

"Klausie, you were the most promiscuous teenager I've ever met, you broke every law I can think of, you used every substance under the sun, and you were a cult leader involved in a tax fraud scandal!" Victoria scoffed. 

"Alright, yeah, that's true... but in my defense, it was the '60s, cults were all the rage!"

"Dad, you have nothing to worry about. Yeah, he's kinda intimidating at first, but he's a huge softie, he's just shy," Fortune said, taking her boyfriend's arm. 

"I- I wanted to leave a good first impression," Jax admitted. "But when I'm nervous, I shut down a bit."

Klaus suddenly felt like shit seeing the kid looking so scared. He never had that experience to meet Victoria's parents, he couldn't imagine how scared he would be, how horrible he would feel if they treated him like he treated Jax.

"You know what? Let's give it another shot, you seem decent enough. I'm Klaus, nice to meet you," he offered his tattooed hand. 

"Jax Hayashi, nice to meet you too," the boy smiled, grateful for the second chance. 

"Tell me in thirty seconds why you deserve to date my Fortune," he teased.

"I work hard, I always try to better myself, I cook, I'm good with kids and animals, I like to make her laugh, and... and I love her, she's the most amazing and most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life." 

Victoria grabbed her husband's arm, her heart tight with emotion. Just like him, Jax was good and sweet, just underneath a little bit of a weird surface. Fortune smiled, knowing her dad would come around after all.

"She really is, isn't she? Not to brag, but I helped making her," Klaus chuckled. "Fun fact, did you know Fortune here was actually conceived in 1963 right before the assassination of JFK?"

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[limetameta]

The worst thing to come from rewatching hellsing ultimate is that now YET AGAIN I am thinking of my cringe Canon divergence fic I made up as a wee child where Quincey Harker's grandson and Integra Hellsing are matched by the Queen of England (no Alucard, much to your detriment your 1940s sweetheart won't let you change her mind - no changing your form into girlycard won't help)

But you see he's American^TM. Because Mina and Johnathan took one look at Abraham biding Alucard to the Hellsing family AND keeping him in England and said: We will run! We are leaving, good sirs!

Abraham: But you have nothing to worry about! He is bound! A servant! He is nothing!

Mina and Johnathan, absolutely traumatized, holding their baby boy Quincey: WE ARE LEAVING!

So they move to America. And stay there. But something is a little up with Quincey, though. He's just a tad stronger than you'd expect. A really killer athlete that can outrun most folks in his school.

Because the whole thing with Mina not turning into a vampire is that Dracula got killed. By not killing Dracula let's still say: OK Mina is in the clear! She didn't turn into a vampire. She was cured! (I feel like my man Johnathan would never let Abraham experiment on Mina to see HOW she did not turn, because Johnathan is a good man and Van Helsing is a wacky old mad scientist)

So let's assume for the sake of this au that Mina is human enough to pass, but that progressively it gets... harder to hide the vampirism. Not in its most natural state. But the Harker family is a bit odd.

Cut to Quinceys grandson - I don't know called Jeffrey or something. And he is a professional American hunter on all things occult. Looks human. Can go in the sunlight. Blunt teeth. Eats food. Except he doesn't necessarily hunt like a human.

But that's not important yet. Alucard will sniff that out and come to Integra to debrief.

The entire premise of this would be that it follows the hellsing ultimate beat. So it'd have 10 chapters. The biggest divergence would be that McAmerican Man over there is at the right place at the right time and stops the Cat Boi from doing the thing, and so Alucard doesn't disappear for 30 years.

I remember reading fics where Integra is told she must marry and in those fics she always takes it in stride. She is always like yes of course I will do my Hellsing duty. I am an old woman of 22 and so of course I must make haste and pop out at least 5 children. All male.

So my big idea was that in this fic both Alucard and Integra would be SO in on it and they would collaborate and work together to drive this McAmerican Man away - without of course him knowing they are doing this on purpose.

But the bit continues- McAmerican Man succeeds in surviving all of their trials and tribulations - PLUS he is endearing. There is something about that Johnathan Harker rizz that gets passed down. Integra is actually beginning to respect this man. Fuck. In Integra speak this is as close to her finding him adequate as you will get.

But their ticket out of this conundrum is Alucards revelation that McAmerican Man is a vampire or something alike.

But then you get eugenics from the round table that's like: combining the blood of a Hellsing, the family that Alucard is bound to serve - with the Harker blood that is giving its family abilities to withstand grievous harm and has them endure many hardships to be found in the vampire hunting business seems like a brilliant mix. Think of what your children will be?

Alucard: Doesn't this sound like eugenics? I thought Britain was above such things? *grinning like a lunatic. Having caught the round table red handed*

Integra: *can't see her glare from the cigar smoke* yes... it does...

But anyway. Pretending anyone from the Hellsing verse is not mad is like pretending the sky is green. I wanted to say red, but with the London siege it very well might be red.

I cannot stress enough how MUCH Alucard is trying to get rid of the McAmerican Man. But as he is ordered not to KILL or MAIM him or HARM him he needs to get creative.

But is he pissed off? Yes he is. Especially because dearest American boi looks the spitting image of his good friend Johnathan. The Dracula in Alucard is VERY MUCH rearing his head. He feels like this is his do over to kill him and drain him. Integra will allow it, he just needs to find A WAY to get her to mistrust him. You must have secrets McAmerican Man.

Seras and the dude are good buddies. The wild geese take him out drinking one night.

Only Integra and Integra's pet vampire SEETHE at this man.

Alucard: Master...

Integra: It will be obvious

Alucard: Not if you lock me up as punishment afterwards

Integra: *puff* *puff* *side eyes him* *is considering it ACTIVELY* *sighs* No...

Both of them are disappointed 😞

Anyway Integra gets wun over by McAmerican Man but she refuses to take his name.

[asukaskerian]

I love the Cherry Wine verse so much!! Do you have a headcanon for how Izuna is perceived in this verse that would not be too spoilery? I am super curious to know if the other Uchihas see him as Madara's flirty little brother or more like the normal one vs. Madara being the odd one who doesn't have flings.

Izuna is perceived as the sociable one who understands how to be reasonable and can serve as a bridge between Madara's intractable "i have a vision!" and the council's dozens of different opinions and personal goals. A touch of "i remember him as a bratty teen lol" and izuna does invite people to tease back and forth as a friendly thing, which madara does not even when he's being friendly just on account of his resting bitch face. izuna is clearly your superior in rank, but he will laugh as you roast him! (while making careful note of what you say in case he ever needs to pay you back.)

as for sexuality, they're finding izuna's "i'm sociable" thing extends very nicely into "i flirt and seduce people for the fun of it, make sure people leave happy, and never push it into making them think it's anything serious or that it will lead to them gaining an advantage" so he's a model of responsible beta behavior on that front... and madara is also a model of good alpha behavior! never going sniffing after potential lovers alone (or at all), removes himself from the vicinity of any and all omegas coming into heat with polite haste but can control himself perfectly if he can't leave, no gross comments, etc etc. it's almost like he was beaten over the head with "you don't have a right to your own sexuality" ever since he was a child or something. :X

Alphas are renowned to have big libidos but self restrain on that front is a big thing, so Madara being demisexual and so not even experiencing attraction all that often is not even on their radar and instead they just think it's something to praise him about. Izuna has a better idea of Madara's lack of interest in sexual conquests but at the same time he kinda worried it was his fault for not finding the right people to introduce and not helping Madara feel more integrated with the clan, because Madara never bothered to bring it up at all before the second fic.

the only problem for most people is that they haven't started looking into marriage partners, tbh. since they have no parents to select their wives, they feel like izuna should have whole lists of potentials vetted and ready to go and that madara should be meeting one set a week until they've made a choice. that part is very odd and frustrating for the clan and they have no idea where it's coming from.

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

Soo about the translation for Se Telefonando you mentioned in your author's note... is it too much to ask? 👀 (and am I setting myself up for more heartbreak by sending you this?)

kdskdhk ok I'll be honest. I was waiting for someone to ask because I've actually written a full-blown literary analysis for Se Telefonando and I have to share it here. My friend, I hope you don't mind if I use your ask to share my essay :')

Let's do this: I'll write my own translation down here, and I'll add my many, many notes (both on the translation itself, and on how it relates to the fic) under a cut. You can decide for yourself if it's heartbreaking or not :)

Ready?

Here's my translation:

The wonder of the night, opened wide over the sea,

Caught us unawares while we were still strangers, you and I

Then, in the dark, your hands suddenly on mine:

It’s grown too quickly, this, our own little love

If I could tell you goodbye just by calling, I’d call you

If I was certain you wouldn’t suffer seeing me again, I’d see you again

If I could tell you to stop while looking you in the eyes, I’d look at you

But I can’t explain to you that our newborn love is already over (x2)

Notes under the cut:

Alright, just a bit of context first. Se Telefonando was written in 1966 by De Chiara and Costanzo, two notable Italian pop music and TV personalities, and arranged by the world-famous composer Ennio Morricone. It was written specifically to be sung by Mina, a legend of Italian pop music with a unique voice (who, in fact, gives a wonderful interpretation of the song!). So: big names for the lyrics, big name for the melody, big name for the singer. And it shows!

Let's take it from the top.

Lo stupore della notte spalancata sul mar

The word stupore evokes in Italian the same feeling that wonder evokes in English: something that can be child-like, a special kind of surprise that leaves you speechless. This feeling is caused by the coming of the night, spalancata [= opened wide] over the sea: the word spalancata is used when doors are opened completely and (often) suddenly. So, all in all: the night opens without warning, like a portal to another world, over the sea, and surprises the two lovers (we'll meet them in the next verse, don't worry). Quite the start, huh?

Ci sorprese che eravamo sconosciuti, io e te

The verb ci sorprese (whose subject is the aforementioned night) could be literally translated as surprised us; I preferred a caught us unawares to convey, once again, the feeling of unexpectedness and wonder that overcomes the pair. The romance the singer shares with her lover happened quickly and unexpectedly; so much so that they were still sconosciuti, strangers, when they fell in love. I love the juxtaposition in the second half of the verse, here: the singer says they were surprised by their feelings when they were still strangers, but then immediately adds io e te, that is you and I, which communicates a strong familiarity to me -- yes, we were strangers, but we were also you and I. So familiar and intimate I don't even have to use any other words: we're the only people in our whole world.

A short note on the fic: the idea of the Girls being surprised by their bond is actually canon (Dorothy says it out loud in the finale: the Girls' friendship is a gift she never expected at that point in her life). I liked the parallel with this verse -- the Girls learned to know each other (ie became you and I rather than strangers) through the lens of their quick and deep friendship, and I've always loved that. (In the particular universe of the fic they didn't properly analyze what their actual feelings were, but we'll get to that in a moment.)

Poi, nel buio, le tue mani d'improvviso sulle mie

I love the intimacy in this verse. The theme of surprise is still there (d'improvviso = suddenly), but the real gem is the figure of the lover's hands on the singer's to indicate physical intimacy. Using the hands as a shortcut to suggest a physical relation (as part of their love) makes it delicate and romantic, while still clearly conveying the intimacy of the act. It doesn't even say they hold hands, or intertwine fingers: a very simple your hands on mine is all that's necessary.

Note also that this happens nel buio [= in the dark]: here's the full uncovering of the metaphor that carried us through the first two verses, ie the night (or, more in general, the darkness) as a placeholder for the feelings that caught the pair by surprise.

È cresciuto troppo in fretta questo nostro amor

There's the first crack in the picture. We've lived in dream land until here: the coming of the night, the softness, the intimacy, the sweet (almost lullaby-like) music... but here comes the reckoning: the love between our two characters è cresciuto troppo in fretta, has grown too quickly. Before we move on to examine the consequences of this hurry in the chorus, there's one small moment of tenderness left: questo nostro amore, literally this, our love. The literal translation doesn't convey just how soft and intimate the phrasing sounds in Italian: it's a love that's specifically ours, to be cherished, to be protected, to be nurtured (to be grown -- albeit too quickly). Hence the inclusion of own and little in my translation -- it felt like the right way to evoke similar feelings in English.

Se telefonando io potessi dirti addio, ti chiamerei Se io rivedendoti fossi certa che non soffri, ti rivedrei Se guardandoti negli occhi sapessi dirti basta, ti guarderei

Ah, the chorus! Finally. The first line here is the title of the fic, and what inspired it in the first place: the idea of someone not being able to call because they can't bear actually saying goodbye to their lover was just too delicious not to explore -- and since the theme was phone calls, it made sense to only tell the story through said phone calls (and it made for a fun challenge, too!).

The repeated if/then structure in this chorus is amazing. The stakes are increased after every line: the first verb, se telefonando, is almost impersonal (it means if just by calling generally, not if by calling you specifically), and yet it's already juxtaposed with potessi dirti addio, ie I could tell you goodbye (and addio is a proper, forever goodbye, not just a see you later!). Then we have rivedendoti [= seeing you again] in the second verse, and guardandoti negli occhi [= looking you in the eyes]; progressively more and more intimate actions. This is the desperate plea of a woman who knows she has to part from her lover (although we don't know why; the reasons are never explained) and begs him to see on his own that their relationship is over, because she doesn't have the strength to tell him personally. She longs to see him (as testified by the growing intimacy in the actions she describes) but at the same time she can't even call him on the phone, because she knows she'll capitulate if she does; she knows she has to tell him, but she also knows she's not able to bear it.

Note that this is also underlined by the music: the theme becomes much more dramatic than it was during the first stanza, the three verses are sung in crescendo (Mina was a powerhouse of a singer!), and the melody is transposed higher and higher at each verse. One really gets the sense of urgency and helplessness in the singer's plea: she needs to say all these things, she must say goodbye to her lover and their encompassing, surprising love, but she can't.

You can see why I was so inspired to use this for the Girls, can't you? :)

Ma non so spiegarti che il nostro amore appena nato è già finito

And finally -- the last line, and the moment of peak tension. The chorus has upped the ante with every line, bringing us closer and closer to the precipice, and now we're on the cusp: the music resolves, and we fall down. The song until this point was still suspended, in a way; we could feel the desperation in the singer's voice, we knew what was hiding behind all those hypotheticals, but it's only now that the truth is out in the open: I can't explain to you that our newborn love is already over. Game, set, match.

First of all: non so spiegarti literally means I don't know how to explain to you -- but that sounds almost whiny in English (to me, at least). What the lyrics are trying to convey here is a feeling of helplessness: the singer has no words to explain to her lover that their story is over (hence why she can't even call him on the phone).

And then the kicker: our newborn love is already over. The image of a newborn love fits the motif of child-like wonder and love growing we already encountered in the stanza: it's a sort of juxtaposition between the innocence of feeling (love, in this specific case, that makes one feel open and light again) and the cruelty of real life (that forces the lovers apart). This same juxtaposition is found in the music as well: I've already mentioned that the melody is almost lullaby-like in the stanza, it becomes much more dramatic in the chorus, and the song ends with a trailing tail of la-la-la that would not be too out of place in a children's playground (which, to me, only serves to further drive home the divide).

The idea of a newborn love is not exactly what I was going for in the fic, but it's still closely aligned: I figure in this universe the Girls were just about to have their oh moment when Dorothy got her chance to run away and left them all heartbroken. Sophia even comments on it in her voicemail message: she thought they were days away from it. You know that common sapphic experience of being very, very close to one of your friends, and then she starts dating someone else, and you feel heartbroken even though you two were never really in a relationship (and maybe you never even realize you had feelings for her until a decade later)? That's the vibe I was going for: being almost there but never saying anything explicit, so that when it all crumbles down, it falls spectacularly. Not a newborn love, but an almost-born love, in a way. An almost-born love that is over before it had a chance to begin.

And that's it, I think! My lit teacher would be proud of me. It's been a while since I had the chance to analyze anything in *this* much depth and I had a wonderful time. Hope you enjoyed reading this far -- and I'm always open to questions, if you have any!

[fantomette22]

HELLO THERE

So, we’ve had a lot of discussions about this (you know mine by now skwhwwhwh) but what do you think Gehrman did pre-Byrgenwerth/hunting? His family, class status, occupation etcetera, things like that.

Alright is it TIME!!!

Thank you so much, I can finally share my « headcanons »/story about Gehrman’s backstory! Yes I have those ideas since September too…

I won’t talk about everything in details + there’s things I’m not settle with but it’s still going to be long and a bit messy sorry. It could have some dark theme too just so you know. I hope you will enjoy! Oh, and this is mostly in the interpretation of my current fic verse

His family first: 

He’s from a middle/working Class, I think. It’s not the big bourgeoisie for sure but they were not super poor either (I will talk about it just after but for going around buying books and a few fancy toys you need a bit of money XD)

His family lived at Hemwick then Yharnam. I have this idea that his family might have help Cainhurst and the nobles with their hunt parties for a while. (There’s were a lil accident here too at some point…) 

Besides that they might have worked in the fields. that's where he got his affinity with scythes !

So, there’s his father, and his little sister principally + there’s his mom and grandma who taught him to sew, cook and everything but I feel those two weren’t around for long :(

Oh, and there’s his aunt (a badass) who taught him to use weapons too and I like the idea she could be THE Evelyn you know. (but forget it)

And of course, they had some dogs while in Hemwick I think :)

I wouldn’t say he was a “weird” kid, but he was a bit different than the children his age. He didn’t pass that much with others his age either. He passed more time with people younger or older. Or generally he passed lot of times alone.

But I like the idea he could have been friend with Dores as a child. Dores who was really super weird and scared others and Gehrman just didn’t mind XD Also his family was a bit worried for a time because he thought that mercy killed a wounded bird was the best idea… well instead his family forced him to take care of the bird until he either die or get better. The bird lived and was release afterwards.

It might be linked to an another huge moment in his childhood/pre-teens : a wolf had attack cattle and possibly humans as well. Many people have been called to try to catch the beast. Gehrman tried to find it as well. Oh well he found it. It was hurt and sick and trapped in a jaw trap. He knew people were going to really make surfer the wolf who was already dying so he mercy killed it. During this adventure our lil hunter might have gone trapped too and hurt his leg as well. But nothing too serious lol (he hurt his right foot/leg way too many times when he was younger...)

(i made this back in September too...)

His education was not the highest thing possible either but still, he learned to read (and really like it) and wrote etc. and he loved going to expositions in Yharnam organized by Byrgenwerth. One day he even found a meteorite in a field and went to Byrgenwerth so that the scholars could explain and share to him everything they know! (yes! he made the burial blade and hunter badge years later from it!) yes a lil stone collector, like me <3 Oh and I headcanon he could play Cello (violoncelle) but I don't know where/when he learned.

He loved making toys and sew clothes too. He made a few dresses for his sister and a few little clothes for her plushies when she was younger. Of course, they had little dolls has well he and liked to make them various outfits. He also had/made a few wooden figures and some with mechanisms. I feel it would have been his dream job to make toys or even become a tailor. I headcanons he continued to make little articulated toys and sew clothes (he made his own) in addition to the weapons x)

At some points it becomes a bit complicated, I imagined when he was a teenager it was just him his sister and his dad. His father wasn’t super present and super fun it was a bit complicated (to resume)

And then the plague strike. (Yeah, I thought that having a tuberculosis epidemy 15y or smt before everyone met at Byrgenwerth and killed at least 1 member of everyone family was a good idea…I still think it is). 

His sister sadly passed away from it T_T this really hurt him intensely if not destroy him. He was quite close to her and that’s a part how he got huge issues with dealing with grief of persons really close to him.

I need a name for her eventually, but I might never cited her by name, I guess so I got times…

After that idk maybe his father died too? or later? idk

Anyway, he went to do many little jobs around Yharnam, not the best things really but well you need a shelter and to eat so he did many various things : manufacturing, butcher, gardening, constructions, take people/object from to place A to B.

That’s where he met Patches who was one of his roommates lmao. Patches probably stoles stuff to everyone. Gehrman was very clear that if he ever witnesses directly the thief, that one was really gonna have a bad time… thankfully it kinda stops XD 

By the way teen Gehrman is legit the type of person to gives weapons to people/lil kids so they can defend themselves just in case XD I’m not telling to who he gives a knife for exemple but the only thing I would say was that Cainhurst was really surprised XD

But there were something beginning to bother him. To bother him a lot. His right leg/foot really begin to hurt. To hurt really bad, he began to limp and smt even need to use a cane. At some points he couldn’t take it anymore, he went to Byrgenwerth so he could be properly healed. Well he got some really bad news… the tuberculosis from years ago have stayed dormant in his body for years and was now attacking his bones (it’s what a call tuberculosis of the bone/skeletal tuberculosis yes I’ve made quite some researches on it ). There was nothing to do so he asks them to amputee him. During his convalescence and reeducation, he spends lots of time with Dores & Liam (gatekeeper) (and also a bit with Willem + he met Laurence for the first time) who were sick too and didn’t work at Byrgenwerth yet.

After he was heal he decides to leave to work in a foreign regions/country a few years (Ahah you thought he was gonna stayed at Byrgenwerth ? Not yet!). To the places he went he did many things (mining for ex) and meet many people. I believed the first hunters /prospectors were almost all from Yharnam but the first foreigners might be people he meet there.  (it’s the case of the grandfather of my OC hunter and maybe the first hunter of hunters and well it could be fun if he meet Archibald or others don’t you think ? Oh and an idea I have is that he met someone linked with Yamamura who even worked on the Rakuyo much later ! Yeah he got some contacts XD)

So after this he returned to Yharnam and wanted to finally realized one of his dreams: takes a few class a Byrgenwerth. While he was working next to it, that wasn't easy too but with all his efforts Willem noticed him (+saw his huge potential) and after discussion proposed to him if he wanted to work at Byrgenwerth. Gehrman accepted and that’s how he become Groundskeeper. The rest is another story. One you might be familiar with 😉

(I've got nothing really new so here's some old drawings)

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herbie... I know you finished the fic...... but can we PLEASE see an epilogue to the Arrangement? or just head canons of what happens after the fic ends? Pretty please? I will actually pay u

you're in luck, anon, because I had this idea ruminating in my brain for a post chapter 3 snippet for months now — but didn't want to drag the fic out any longer than it had been.

So, enjoy the unofficial epilogue to The Arrangement.

TW: NC / DC, A/B/O verse, dark!Din, breeding kink, dead dove: do not eat

After that, Din takes every opportunity possible to breed his mate.

It's frustrating, for a while, figuring out when they can get away with stealing a moment of alone time without disturbing Grogu. Quick fumbles between naps and playdates with other children satiate him for a while, but he gets to wanting Luke so badly that a few fucks throughout the day only stokes his desire hotter. He wants to mount his omega half a dozen times a day. Usually, he's lucky if he manages half that.

It makes him bolder, pushes him to cross boundaries he never would have before. A month ago, Din would have recoiled at the thought of taking Luke in broad daylight, in the open, with his child in the next room.

But when he enters the kitchen, and finds Luke at the counter, mincing some garlic, apron tied around his waist, it doesn't matter that Grogu is only one room away, sat in front of the TV, watching cartoons. It doesn't matter that the boy is sitting in the perfect spot to see them, if he was able to tear his eyes away from the screen long enough to glance in their direction. All that matters is the way that apron hugs Luke's ridiculously slender waist, how his hair curls at the nape of his neck, how dark Din's mating bite bruise is against his throat.

He presses himself to Luke's back, pinning him to the counter. His omega freezes, then slowly sets the knife he's holding down, as if moving too quickly will spring a trap he's just realized he's tiptoed into. A shiver trembles down his spine, vibrating against Din's chest as he breathes him in.

"Din," he quietly pleads, fear seeping into the sweetness of his scent. "Grogu can see us."

"He isn't watching," Din says, and mouths hungrily at his omega's scent gland. Luke arches his back, gasping. Frightened or not, his arousal is instant. He can't resist his alpha any more than Din can resist him. "It's his favorite show. He won't think to look up until the credits roll."

Luke whimpers, sucking in a breath. "If he hears us — "

"You'll be quiet," he assures, pulling his apron off with eager hands. "Just a little, sweetheart. Don't worry, I won't knot you here. I just want to give you a couple loads. Just to tide us over."

He pulls the boy's apron free, slipping his hands beneath Luke's baggy shirt with an appreciative groan. Fuck, he will never tire of how soft his mate's skin is, how smooth, how supple. Goosebumps bloom across his chest like flowers as Din feels him up, sucking hungrily at his neck, darkening the bruise gracing his throat.

The scent of arousal fills the air. Without even checking, Din knows his omega is ready for him, hole already drenched in slick. Fuck. He slips a hand into his own pants, fingers wrapping around his cock to ease the ache. With his other hand, he yanks Luke's pants down past the swell of his ass, purring to try to soothe the distressed whimper the boy makes.

"You're okay," he promises, and as a courtesy, grabs the discarded apron from the counter and ties it around both of their waists, offering his mate a modicum of privacy. "Just a little, omega. C'mon. Just a little taste."

"Din." Luke's voice is high, trembling as hard as his arms braced against the counter. "Din, Alpha — "

"Yes, that's it, good boy," he hisses, feeding the head of his cock inside his mate's glorious, dripping hole. Oh, Luke is ready for him, warm and creamy wet, opening up for the rounded head of his dick and sucking him in. Din bites into the meat of his shoulder to keep himself from roaring at the pleasure; the easy, gentle glide of his cock sliding home, the way Luke's inner walls tighten around him, hungry, welcoming. "Hold still, baby. Take it all, that's it — that's my good boy."

Luke scrabbles against the countertop, whining as his alpha presses deeper inside him, fucking him with frantic, quick little thrusts. Din takes his wrists and holds them against the cutting board when Luke's flailing hands bump against the knife, sending it spinning across the marble — better to curb his errant mate before someone loses a toe.

"Fuck, baby, here, here it is, here it comes — " He growls into Luke's head of golden curls as his first orgasm hits, shooting out of him like an eruption. Luke squeals and bucks his hips back in time with Din's thrusts, riding him, drinking every drop of come his alpha pisses inside of his willing body. Hungry little thing. Starving for it, as if he's never taken a load in his life.

"Din," Luke whimpers again, stirring his hips to try to entice his mate in deeper. "Please. Please."

He presses a kiss to the little one's scent gland, whispers into his mating bruise. "You want alpha to breed you, sweetheart? Want your mate to knot you till you burst?"

The boy doesn't answer right away; just nuzzles his face against the hand holding his wrist, pleading, supplicant. "Please."

"Okay, baby," Din says, grinning, and bends him further over the edge of the counter, his thrusts steadily picking up speed. "Whatever you want."

It's nearly two hours later that the ending credits start playing for Grogu's show. By then, Din already has Luke splayed across his lap at the dining table, sitting contentedly on his knot, the apron draped across their hips for modesty.

Din smiles as his son toddles into the room — in search of dinner, no doubt — and tilts his head at them like a curious puppy. "Dada?"

"Shh," Din whispers, lifting one finger to his lips to hush the boy, his other arm securely wrapped around Luke's waist. "Don't wake your Papa, little one."

"Papa nap?" Grogu asks, not quite quiet enough to be a whisper, but his best attempt, Din knows. "Why're you napping here?"

"Daddy and Papa are having some adult time," he explains slowly, unsure of exactly how to word it, so the boy will understand. "Adults sometimes... have special naps, and they're not for kids to see. That's why we waited until you were watching your movie."

"Oh," Grogu says, like it makes perfect sense to him.

"Can you be a good boy for me, and go play quietly in your room, until Papa is finished having his special nap with Daddy?"

Grogu stares at him, all eyes, and then brazenly asks, "Choccy bar?" startling a laugh from his father.

Jesus. The little extortionist. He's going to be a hellion when his own knot pops someday. "Yes, you little monster. You'll have to get it yourself, though."

"'Kay," Grogu nods, fetches his stepping-stool and his treat from the pantry, then gives them a little wave from the bottom of the stairs. "Bye-bye, Dada."

"See you soon, kiddo," Din promises, smiling as his son climbs the stairs, out of sight.

It's not long after that Luke begins to stir, roused by Din's hands petting over his bulging stomach. "Mmgh? Din? Wha'time s'it?"

"Early yet, my love," Din says, rocking his hips to tell his mate they're still tied together. "I sent Grogu upstairs. We have time for another round or two before he checks on us, I'd bet."

Luke goes rigid as solid stone. "Grogu saw us like this?"

"He did. I told him we needed some time to finish your special 'adult nap,' and he was more than happy to oblige us." He nips at Luke's ear, smiling as the Omega shudders on his lap. Fuck, the way he clenches around his cock is too good to be true, better than anything he's ever felt. "...For a price, that is."

"Din," he whimpers, squirming a little over Din's thighs, pulling just shy of too hard on his knot. "I'm not, I, I don't — we shouldn't — "

"Hey." He runs a hand through the boy's hair, soothing him. "Easy, omega. Don't start all that thinkin' again. Come on, it's just you and me. We've got some time before my knot goes down, and Grogu was kind enough to let us finish — we don't want to have sent him to his room for no reason, do we?"

"I... Din, I..."

"Do we, Luke?"

The boy swallows, thickly, then hangs his head, nodding. "N-no, Alpha."

"That's right," Din praises, hands encircling his mate's rounded tummy once more. His hips start to move, before his knot has even begun to deflate. Eager to breed his omega again, and again, and again. "My perfect boy."

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for the fanfic ask game: 7, 12, and 25? Plus one you'd rlly like to answer if you want :0 (from @virgeandhis-pocket-protector)

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7. Post a snippet from a WIP

When Virgil was a small child who had two parents that were very much alive (and not decaying in a grave somewhere six feet under the earth) he used to sneak into their bedroom late at night as children are wont to do when distressed or feeling unwell. -Gibbous WIP

12. Do you outline your fics?  If yes, how detailed are your outlines?  How far do you stray from them

It depends. For most one-shots, it's a free-flow of consciousness unless I get stuck or I can't finish it in one sitting, then I jot down a few quick notes of where I want to take it. For longer projects, I definitely try to lay down a bullet point outline. I often do end up straying from the outline because as I'm writing I find a different way to take the story. This is what part of my outline for Gibbous Chapter 10 looked like:

Logan is sick in the werewolf sense (Full Moon, well technically)

He's worried about Virgil and unable to keep away from Work

Contemplates speaking directly to Virgil (Maybe flashback to Remy and Logan's talk?)

Patton shows up, "I'm not mad, just disappointed" (Bit of an argument)

Someone knocks (Virgil: "Logan, I have a package"), Patton opens the door

Virgil is obviously unwell.

Virgil to Patton: "Logan, are you wearing one of Patton's hoodies?"

Virgil faints

25. What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?

Would you laugh if I told you it was everything but the writing process? Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy when I get in the groove when writing the rough draft, but I find it more fun to take a rough draft, tear it to shreds and then rebuild it back up to be better than before. Worldbuilding/brainstorming is easy, putting it on paper in a semi-coherent fashion first try is not. At least for me haha.

Bonus Question: 24. How do you choose which POV to write in?

I kinda shot myself in the foot when I decided to write Gibbous/Howl Verse in multiple POV. It's not necessarily a bad thing but since Virgil is kinda the focus/main protagonist, I try my best to keep the focus on him even if it's not his POV. Which is sometimes a hard balance to strike since I want to delve into the others' stories as well. As to deciding what POV to write, it's basically whatever POV I think is the juiciest to write in. I personally like it when readers find out things from Character A that Character B doesn't know about, because it adds some tension as to how Character B will react finding out (although I'm picky at times about this lol)

As to By the Pricking of My Thumbs verse (Heard No More/Spoke No More), I intentionally challenged myself to write only in limited pov from the perspective of Virgil. It was really challenging at first but it does give me the benefit of doing some plot twists since Virgil is unaware of a few things.

Fanfic writing asks!