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Hey y’all, here’s chapter 3 of my “Playlist” series (formerly untitled T’Challa fic). Let me know if you want to be tagged in anything! Make sure you read chapter two HERE first and check out my Masterlist. Word Count: 5916

CW: smut

“Let's go somewhere I don't have to work so hard to keep us from drowning, eh?”

“Where do you have in mind?” Ashanti asked him while peppering his jawline with kisses.

Ashanti’s mouth hung open as the lights came on around her. She couldn’t believe she was actually standing in the King of Wakanda’s royal quarters, and on their first date at that. His hands grabbed her waist and brought her from her stupor. He pulled her back into him and nuzzled into the crook of her neck before lightly kissing up to her ear.

“T’Challa, stop, it tickles,” she barely got out between giggles. His hands snaked around and gripped her fleshy stomach, tickling her more. “You put too much wine in me to be tickling me like this.”

T’Challa chuckled and let her out his grasp before pointing to a door on the far wall.

“Bathroom’s through there,” he kissed her cheek, then shook his head as he watched her ass shake while she walked away.

“Damn.”

Ashanti knew he was watching and sneakily smiled to herself before her expression dropped at the sight before her. She thought the king’s bedroom was nice, but it was nothing compared to the dream jungle spa bathroom she walked into. Tropical plants were scattered around the floor-to-ceiling bamboo room, all under a pyramid glass ceiling. The sunken jacuzzi in the middle of the room was obviously the main attraction, but her eyes were drawn to the rain shower and she forgot why she was even there.

She caught sight of a vanity and went over to set her purse down, checking out her reflection in the mirror.

“Thank Bast I kept the makeup simple.”

Meanwhile, T’Challa poured himself a drink to calm his nerves. He was fine until she went to the bathroom, but her absence smacked him back to his senses. He brought this woman he barely knows into the palace. Into his quarters. It wasn't an issue of security, he had already thoroughly vetted her, but his willingness to have her in his space shocked him. He never brought women back to the palace, not since Ramonda caught him sneaking two very tired-looking young ladies out one morning when he was home from college. Normally he would go to their place instead, enjoying the freedom to cut their time together short and leave whenever he wanted. But no, this time he brought his date home, and it baffled him.

The alcohol was doing absolutely nothing for him so he decided to roll up instead. He broke down the Snow Goddess OG and filled up his hemp wraps before licking it and rolling it tight. Right as he lit it, his ears perked up at the sound of the bathroom door opening, which he could barely hear over the music he had started up.

Don't talk

Just listen

First of all

I have to be honest with you baby

I lied

When I told you I never wanted to see you again

Can you please stay

Just for tonight

And maybe we can do something

Like make love

Watch the sunrise

Or listen to jojo, k-ci, sing us a verse

Slide closer baby

Ha, that devante baby

Oh you feel so sexy, so good

“Come join me on the patio” he shouted to her from outside.

When Ashanti stepped out the patio doors she was shocked once more.

“This view is...,” she gasped, trying but failing to find the words. She could see all of Birnin Zana and even some of the Mining and River provinces, and of course the Jabari mountains in the distance. A tear came to her eye as she looked out over her beautiful home. Suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention and she felt T’Challa come up behind her. He leaned on the railing next to her, holding his expertly-rolled blunt.

“You should see it at sunrise and sunset, the most beautiful view in the world.”

“Is that an invitation, your highness?”

He playfully rolled his eyes at her platitude and lifted the blunt, offering it to her. She placed it between her lips and he lit the tip for her. She took a couple hits before passing it back to him.

“So you’re a chef and a stoner. What else don’t I know about you?”

T’Challa laughed and gave it some thought.

“Lets see...I’m an excellent dancer, my love language is touch, I strongly dislike musicals, I’m sure you can guess my favorite color-”

“It's yellow, right?” She said sarcastically, making him laugh more and cough a little from the smoke.

“You are so observant. You know, I like that about you.”

The two fell out laughing, and Ashanti was the first to regain composure.

“Wait what do you mean you hate musicals?”

“Just the serious ones. Drama and random singing don’t go together well in my book.”

He passed the blunt back to her and she took a long drag before letting the smoke migrate up to her nose. When she exhaled the smoke she caught him staring at her, and averted her eyes.

“There’s no reason to be shy, I only bite when you want me to.”

She felt a throbbing in her panties again, just like earlier at the lake. She knew why she came here, but now that she was in his room at the palace it seemed all that confidence from earlier at the lake had left her.

“Lets just enjoy each other’s company, no pressure. Would you like something to drink?”

“What do you have?”

“...everything.”

“Oh right, it’s the palace, duh,” she chuckled nervously. “Mango juice?”

“Coming right up. Care to join me? I can give you a quick tour.” T’Challa said before he could catch himself.

“What the fuck am I doing?”, he thought to himself. Here he was, inviting this woman into his inner sanctum after one date and offering her a grand tour of the palace. The logical side of him knew it was too soon, but the emotional side of him couldn’t care less. He wanted this woman in his life. He wasn’t the only one surprised by his willingness to let her into his world.

“Do you do this for all your suitors?” she asked playfully as he opened the door for her and led her down the hallway to the same elevator bank they arrived in.

“No, actually. I do not,” T’Challa responded, prompting Ashanti to blush at his words and change the subject.

“So you have the whole floor?” They stepped in the elevator and went down several stories. “What about everyone else?”

“They have their own floors as well,” he leaned into her ear. “Mine’s just on top.”

They exited the elevator and once again Ashanti was floored by the sight in front of her. Not of the kitchen, but of the rest of the royal family in the living area.

T’Challa hadn’t expected anybody to be awake at this hour or he wouldn’t have suggested she come with him. Three sets of eyes turned and stared at the two of them, jaws dropped.

“Oooh someone’s in trouble,” Shuri said as N’Jadaka snickered.

“H-hello usapho,” T’Challa stuttered, making his sister and cousin laugh even more before Ramonda shot them a look to shut them up.

“T’Challa, your friend looks to be on the verge of a heart attack. Are you alright dear?” Ramonda asked.

“Y-yes Queen m-mother, your highness, um- ma’am” Ashanti quickly corrected her mistake and saluted the royals.

“There is no need for that. Come join us, we just started an American drama N’Jadaka suggested called- oh what is it again Daka?”

“Love Jones, auntie,” he said with the frustration of someone who had clearly answered the question more than once.

“Yes, that is it. There is space for you both over on the couch. Shuri, come join me over he-” she motioned for Ashanti to come join her on the couch and as she took a step forward, a strong arm lightly tugged her back.

“Mama, that is not necessary, we just came down to grab something to drink.”

“And you can still do that,” the Queen Mother snapped at her son. “Young lady what is your name?”

“Ashanti Mostafa, ma’am.”

“The jewelry artist?!” Ramonda said excitedly while Shuri tore her eyes away from the screen.

“I must say, your work is beautiful, dear. That necklace is one of my favorite gifts unyana wam ever gave me, your talent is astounding.” Ramonda showered Ashanti with praise and she almost couldn’t take it.

“I wore it yesterday and had several people asked about it, so you might be getting a few more customers soon!” Shuri chimed in.

“Wow, I-...thank you so much.” Ashanti wandered over to the couch and sat down, much to T’Challa’s dismay. He joined her, sliding his arm around the back of the couch.

“So, how was the date?” N’Jadaka pushed.

“Can you mind your business, please?” T’Challa said and shot him a glare, while Ashanti chuckled.

“Must have been good since you brought her back here,” Shuri whispered, leading Ramonda to pinch her arm.

“So what is the movie about?” Ashanti asked the prince, trying to change the subject. He caught on to her game, but let her off the hook for now.

“Love Jones, it’s a Black American classic. A romantic drama,” N’Jadaka wiggled his eyebrows at his cousin and winked at his date. Ashanti blushed and looked back to T’Challa who was leering at the cheeky prince. She placed her hand on his thigh and he looked at her, removing the scowl from his face. They shared a smile as the other royals tried not to notice the cute moment.

Ashanti and the royals watched the movie in relative silence with T’Challa’s arm steadily sinking lower and lower until it finally rested around her shoulders. Ashanti leaned into his side, and his free hand found hers and intertwined their fingers. Halfway through the movie, Ashanti was lightly snoring on the king’s shoulder, and Shuri and N’Jadaka were out, too.

“I like her,” Ramonda whispered across the room to her son, half sleep herself.

“I do too,” he whispered back before kissing her forehead.

“I can see that. Well I don't want to fall asleep out here like you young folks, so I will see you all in the morning.”

“Good night umama.”

“Good night, son. You be good to that one,” she lightly scolded her son as she woke up her daughter and nephew to usher them out the room.

“Yes ma’am.”

T’Challa spent the rest of the movie panicking about what to do next. Should he stay still and let her sleep uncomfortably on the couch, should he wake her up to go home, or should he carry her up to his bed like he had wanted to do all night and let her sleep there? He didn’t want to seem too forward and he wasn’t sure about how she would feel waking up in his bed, but he knew waking her from her sleep wasn’t an option. Just as the credits finished rolling and he had decided to stay in that position for as long as she did, Ashanti started to stir.

“What’d I miss?”

He loved how her voice sounded after just waking up, the raspiness tickling his ears. She untangled herself from him and stretched her arms wide.

“The rest of the movie,” T’Challa gestured to the screen and smirked at her.

“That was so rude of me in front of your family, I am so sor-”

“Ashanti, it's no big deal. Umama and I were the only ones who didn't pass out and she went to bed halfway through.”

Ashanti nodded and let out a yawn. Thankful for her lack of morning breath, she leaned in to lightly kiss his lips.

“Mm, what was that for?”

“For being so comfortable to sleep on. I mean, damn.”

The two started laughing before the king looked the artist right in the eyes and pulled her in for a deep, slow kiss. Ashanti’s hand trailed up from around his abdomen to cup his cheek and his hand came up to grip her thigh while his other arm pulled her into him. She was wrapping her leg around him when a cough interrupted them. T’Challa pulled away from the kiss, turning instead to glare at the third person in the room. Ashanti hid in the crook of his neck, embarrassed to be caught by whoever.

“Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?”

“I came for my shoes. Auntie got us out of here so fast earlier I forgot to grab em.”

N’Jadaka quickly walked around the couch, found his shoes, and dipped. When he left, Ashanti lifted her head then her whole body from his lap. He looked like a sad puppy when she left his embrace, missing her warmth immediately.

“It’s late, I should g-”

“Stay, please. It is late and I have a whole ‘king size’ bed you can have to yourself.” T’Challa almost begged her. She pulled him up and off the couch, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his jaw. She could hear the song they were listening to before they left his quarters playing in her head.

Sorry I left you

Left you cryin

But since you've been gone

I've been all alone

'Cause all of my tears

You know they left me drownin

Please baby I'm beggin

For you to stay at home

Tonight

Let's start our love again

Tonight

We can be more than just friends

Don't you know

The sun

Is going down

So baby won't you just stay

Baby won't you just stay

For a little while

Baby won't you just stay

For a little while

Baby won't you just stay

For a little while

Baby won't you just stay

For a little while

Baby won't you just stay

“You don't have to give up your bed, that I’m sure is the most comfortable thing in all of Wakanda. ‘I only bite when you want me to’,” Ashanti teased, throwing his own words back at him.

“So you’ll stay?”

“I’ll stay. I’m too tired to go anywhere anyways, I can barely- T’Challa!” she squealed as he picked her up bridal style. She clung to his neck and laid her head on his chest, too tired to fight him on it. She nuzzled into his neck as they rode the elevator back up to the top floor.

She was so tired she almost fell asleep again on the ride up, but the automated voice letting them know they had arrived woke her from her half-slumber.

“This man is just too damn comfortable,” she thought to herself. “He smells good, he’s warm...”

Just as she was sinking back into her relaxed state he placed her down at the foot of the bed.

“All I have for you to sleep in are my clothes, if that’s alright with you.”

“It is.” she smiled wide then started to take off her jewelry.

The king watched her from above in his standing position and stopped her from reaching for her shoe buckle.

“Here, let me,” he said softly before sinking down to one knee and pulling her foot into his lap. He unbuckled her sandal and pulled it off before kissing her ankle, and he did the same on the other side. Her eyes hung low with lust and fatigue, but she was laser-focused on him, trying to figure out how he knew that was her spot.

“Um, T’Ch-Challa?”

“Hm?”

“We should, um-”

“Yes, I’ll be back,” he cleared his throat and stood before turning and disappearing into what Ashanti assumed was his closet when he emerged with an Oxford t-shirt. “I already had the staff bring you a toothbrush and toothpaste, a silk scarf, black soap, and shea butter for your beauty and hygeine needs. They’re, uh, on the sink in the bathroom there.”

“Thank you, T’Challa,” she said with a soft voice.

“Don’t say my name like that if you want to sleep tonight. You’ve been warned.”

She jumped up from the bed and scurried to the bathroom to brush her teeth and shower. After she came out, he went in, taking a much quicker shower and emerging from the bathroom in nothing but a towel while Ashanti slid on her nightgown for the night. She didn't notice him at first, but he noticed her thick brown legs peeking out from his old college t-shirt and his towel jumped. By the time Ashanti realized he was even in the room, he had turned to go to his closet to pick out something to wear to bed. The king usually slept naked, but he had a couple of sleepwear options just in case. He slid on a pair of black silk pajama pants and padded back out to the bedroom.

Ashanti was climbing under the covers on his side of the bed, so he scooped her up and placed her gently on the left. He pulled back the covers for her and she slid under, then he climbed in bed on top of her and kissed her forehead before rolling off her to the other side of the bed. She couldn't help but giggle at his antics.

“Goodnight Ashanti.”

“Goodnight T’Challa,” she lightly pecked his lips then snuggled down into the covers. She was right about it being the most comfortable bed in the world, and she fell asleep almost instantly. T’Challa stayed up a short while watching her sleep before exhaustion overtook him as well.

Throughout the night Ashanti kept moving closer and closer to T’Challa until she ended up wrapped around him. Her leg was thrown over his side and his arm had come down to hold it in place while his other arm tucked around her midsection. When she eventually tried to roll away, his arms wouldn’t let go, but instead he rolled with her, spooning her from behind.

They spent the rest of the night connected, both physically and mentally, each dreaming of the other.

When morning came, T’Challa was the first to arise, in more ways than one. His dream had been salacious and his morning wood was something fierce. He tried his best to move his pelvis away from Ashanti, but she would move with him searching for his warmth. He eventually gave up and tried to focus on anything other than his erection, landing on her braids that were tied back yet still somehow sprawled out everywhere.

“I could get used to waking up like this,” he mumbled, the rumble in his chest waking her from her resting state. Her hand came up and caressed the arm that held her tight around her midsection, intertwining their fingers and turning around to face him, placing his arm back around her.

“Good morning beautiful,” he said grinning from ear to ear. Ashanti nearly melted at his husky morning voice. She wanted to hear it more often.

“Good morning your highness,” she giggled as he growled and tickled her sides.

“What did I tell you about that?”

“N-nothing, my warning was about your name!” she got out between laughs. In all her struggling to get out of his grasp she somehow wiggle her way back on her other side to escape the bed, only to be pulled back into the grasp of the Black Panther. When he pulled her into him he had forgotten about his situation, but she quickly became aware of his hard dick.

“I am sorry-”

“Don’t be,” she said as she grinded her hips into his, his dick resting comfortably between her cheeks.

“Mmm, Ashanti you’re playing with fire.”

She turned back to look at him as her hips moved round and round.

“Burn me, then.” She reached out to pull his face into hers but he resisted.

“Do you have to work today?”

“Well, yes, but-”

“Then not today. I want to take my time with you, plus you’ll need more than a couple hours to walk again.”

His threat did nothing but rev her up more.

“It is good to know you like morning sex, though. I’ll keep that in mind,” he teased.

Ashanti rolled towards the edge of the bed and threw her legs over the side. He looked at her with concern, but when she looked back all he saw was lust.

“I can’t lay next to you then, it’s too tempting.”

“‘It’ as in…?” T’Challa pointed down his body.

“Yes! I saw that monster at the lake, keep it away from me unless you plan on doing something with it.”

T’Challa chuckled.

“I can respect that,” he got up from the bed and held his hand out to her. She took it, tentatively, and followed him out to the patio. He pointed to her left at the rising sun and her mouth fell open when she turned around and took in the sight before her. The sunrise over Wakanda was even more beautiful from this height. She leaned into his shoulder and he kissed her forehead. The two of them stood like that for at least 15 minutes, just enjoying each other’s company.

_________________

Ashanti knew her roommates would give her shit for coming home at this hour wearing the same clothes she left in, but what she didn't expect was a damn welcome party.

“Oh my Bast, there she is. Tell us everything!” Binta screamed as Kwame rounded the table to attack her with a hug. He pulled back and took in her appearance.

“Why do you look so well-rested? You're supposed to be crawling right now,” he said, checking for bags under her eyes. “You're too put together. Spill!”

“Ok ok, damn. Can I get comfortable first before I tell you the story? Can I do that?”

“She’s too feisty, she didn't get any,” Binta whispered to her twin brother.

Ashanti shot them both a deadly glare on her way up the stairs to go change.

She made it to her room and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. That comfortable bed and that comfortable man really had her looking more rested than she had in months. She quickly changed into sweats and a tank top before heading back downstairs to face her roommates.

She jogged down the steps, remembering she missed her morning run, and found them still in the kitchen digging into breakfast. She watched as they piled their plates high, and sat down while they enjoyed their breakfast.

“Ok girl, so tell us about the date and why you didn't come home until 8am.”

“So…,” she started as the twins leaned in. “The date was a picnic at some private lake. It was beautiful, and he cooked u-”

“The king can cook?!” Binta gasped.

“That's what I said! But yeah girl, he cooked us a whole caribbean meal because he knows how much I love the Lost Tribe and their cultures- by the way, have you heard of Jodeci? Anyways, we can come back to that. So we’re talking and flirting and we combined our favorite songs into one playlist, and vibed out talking about the music...then we went for a swim-”

“A swim? You got naked in front of the king?” Kwame asked, staring at her with accusatory eyes.

“More importantly, did he get naked? Tell me about the strength of the Black Panther, honey.”

“Chiiiiiiile, that man was carved by Bast, straight out of Mount Bashenga itself.”

Kwame and Binta swooned, he was the first to get it together and get back to the conversation at hand.

“Alright, so what happened next? You fuck by the lake?”

“No we made out in the lake...then went back to the palace-”

“The palace?!”

“The palace?!” the twins said in total shock from the new bit of information.

“The palace, friends...and I ended up meeting the royal family on accident,” Ashanti watched her roommates’ eyes widen with every word, worried they’d pop out of their heads in a minute. “The Queen Mother and Princess Shuri complimented my designs, and we all fell asleep in the living room watching a Black American romance movie called ‘Love Jones’. Then when I woke up he asked me to stay…”

“Ok and you obviously did, so how many times did you get that back blown out?”

Ashanti chuckled at their impending let-down.

“Zero.”

“You expect us to believe- so you just slept there?”

“Mhm, in his bed...with him...all cuddled up. Then this morning we watched the sunrise over Wakanda and he made me breakfast. Woo, I almost fainted watching that man in the kitchen.”

They could catch flies, their mouths were open so wide.

“So let me get this straight...you had a romantic date with the king, made out naked in a private lake, he took you back to the palace to meet his fami-” Binta began.

“No, that was an accident. Carry on.”

“Ok whatever, so you run into his family, hang out with them, and then stay the night, had a romantic morning after, and at no time did you two get it in?! I don’t have your self control because, baby, I would’ve fucked that man in that lake.”

“I almost did, but my nerves kept getting in the way…”

“Oh honey, that’s ok. When’s the next date?” Kwame asked her.

A slow smile crept up Ashanti’s face and her eyes glazed over thinking about seeing T’Challa again.

“He has to go out of the country for the next week or so, but whenever he gets back I invited him over for me to return the favor and cook for him. You two need to make yourself scarce though.”

“That’s fine with me, I started seeing this hot mining tribe guy. Girl, he’s so strong from all that hard labor...woo,” Kwame fanned himself.

“And I have an open invitation to stay with Kiki, so I’ll go catch up with her while you catch that Black Panther dick.”

“Thanks,” Ashanti giggled out. Her friends were always so supportive of her, especially when dick was involved. They had been trying to get her back in the dating world for the last two years, but she had been so wrapped up in work that she barely had time for anything or anyone else. Her last relationship was short-lived and ended because her shop always came first. He was a good guy, but the sex was just alright. Before him was a manipulative piece of shit she stayed with for 3 years because she thought it was love, who cared more about his release than hers. Every man she’s ever dated left her either heartbroken or orgasm-less, and for years she wanted nothing more than to feel what she’s feeling for the king. Her friends knew she hadn't really had a proper dick-down and had made it their personal missions to get the cobwebs knocked off her pussy. The Black Panther seemed like the perfect candidate.

“So, wow...the king?” Binta was still processing the information.

“You had to kiss a lot of frogs, but look at you now!” Kwame chimed in.

__________

When Ashanti got to her shop, she was met with the sight of an enormous bouquet on her stoop. She immediately knew who it was from, and one look across the street at her parents outside their restaurant told her that they knew too.

“It was dropped off about an hour ago.” Chidi said loudly as he crossed the street towards his daughter to get a look at the flowers. It was a large bouquet of violets, her favorite.

“They’re beautiful,” Ashanti said with a goofy smile on her face. “Help me move this inside before they draw any more attention?” She and her dad brought the violets in and set them on her counter by the register. She stood back to admire them once more.

“So I take it the date went well?” Bisa asked her daughter, causing Chidi to roll his eyes and exit the shop while blowing his daughter a kiss.

“Mama, it was amazing! We already planned a second date for when he gets back in town.” Ashanti was giddy like a schoolgirl having her first crush as she told her mother the PG version of her date.

“Oh, that sounds wonderful, baby!” Bisa pulled her in fora hug and kissed her forehead. “He sounds like a good man.”

“That he is.”

The two spoke for a little while longer before saying a quick goodbye and parting to tend to their respective businesses. When Ashanti was alone she let out a loud sigh, staring at the beautiful flowers from her suitor. She picked up the card and read his note.

Beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman.

See you soon,

She held the note close to her chest and rocked on her heels, letting the feeling of a crush overcome her. She reached down and tweaked her beads, causing their playlist to pull up and shuffle. Of course this was one of those times when the shuffle feature seemed to read her mind, and what she referred to as ‘their song’ from here on out began to play. She swayed along, remembering the feel of his hands on her body. His warm, large, strong hands...

So here we are

Just me and you

We're thinkin of the things

That we used to do babe

Tonight is yours, lady

Yours and mine

Let's try again to put our trust on the line, yeah

Tonight

Let's start our love again

Tonight

We can more than just friends

Don't you know

The sun

Is going down

So baby won't you just stay

For a little while

Baby won't you just stay

Throughout the day her mind flashed back to the night before, missing the feel of his lips, the smell of his skin, and those deep dark eyes that became black holes when he was all worked up.

It was a busy day at the shop. A group of kids had come in for a pottery class in the back, and her jewelry was flying off the shelves. The art supply customers weren’t in short supply either, and she thought about finally hiring some help. Just as she finished dealing with a rush of customers and closed up the shop for her lunch break, her kimoyo beads dinged. She took a look and smiled at the name.

T: I miss you already.

She couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear.

A: I miss you too. How are the Avengers?

T: A pain, as usual. All they do is argue with each other, I could get most of this done by myself. How was the shop today?

A: The busiest I think it’s ever been! I’m pretty sure I have your sister to thank for that. I’ll have to hire employees if it continues on like this.

T: I can’t believe you’ve been doing all of that by yourself. Oh by the way did you get my gift?

She looked over at the violets on the counter and bit her lip.

A: I did! How did you know violets were my favorite?

T: I just took a wild guess.

A: Good guess…

T: I feel like I know you so well already after just the one date, tell me something I don't know about you.

A: I’ve never broken a bone before.

T: Really? I’ve broken bones more times than I can count. Thankfully with the heart shaped herb in my system, I can recover fairly quickly.

A: What was your most embarrassing moment?

The bubbles disappeared for a moment. She wasn't sure if he was thinking on it or if he had to go, but then they reappeared.

T: My sophomore year of college, I was home for winter break and my umama caught me sneaking two ladies out of the palace. She looked so disappointed in all three of us, and I felt like an antelope in headlights. Until last night that was the last time I brought anyone home, by the way.

A: Two, huh?

T: That’s what you got out of the story?

A: uh, yeah, duh.

The two went back and forth for the rest of the day before choosing to video chat that night. They laid up all night talking about everything and nothing, just enjoying each other’s company. There were long stretches of silence when one or the other focused on another task, but neither could bring themself to end the call. It wasn’t until Ashanti fell asleep that he even thought about hanging up, but he let the chat continue for a few more minutes while he watched her sleep peacefully.

Two weeks passed by with the king and the artist regularly texting and video chatting from across the world. They were both anxious to be back in the other’s arms, and couldn't wait for his mission with the Avengers to come to a close. It finally did, over a week past it’s supposed end date. When T’Challa broke the news to Ashanti, her face lit up like a fire. He was set to come back Tuesday night, so they planned their date for Wednesday over yet another kimoyo chat.

“So what are you making me?” T’Challa asked her in jest.

In all honesty, she hadn’t thought very much about the menu.

“It’s a surprise, mister.”

“Mister? There are so many better names you could call me-”

Sir? Daddy? Kumkani? Her mind raced through the possibilities, enjoying each one. In their kimoyo dates they both had a habit of getting frisky. Sometimes one or both of them would be naked or in some state of undress, and sometimes things escalated from simply hot to downright pornographic. Ashanti learned that the king was a dominant man with a filthy mouth who loves to watch her put on a show, with him as director of course. By day three he had Ashanti topless, sucking on her own nipples, and today she had her fingers deep in her pussy all up in the camera for him to see every drop. She wasn’t the only one on display, he had his vibranium-hard dick out in his hand, stroking from his balls to the tip of his dick, pulling back his foreskin on the way back down. When he came, she stared at the milky substance dripping over his fist and stuck out her tongue, wishing she could taste him,

“You know, if you were here I’d expect you to clean this mess up. Right, kitten?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Uh-uh, not sir. You know who I am, don't you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes who?”

“Yes Kumkani.”

A wicked smile crossed his face and he chuckled lowly.

“Good girl. Are you tired already?”

“Baby I just drained myself on camera, be happy I can talk.”

“Mm, I like ‘baby’ too.”

Ashanti giggled at his one track mind, “Challa, let me get some sleep.”

“Alright, sithandwa. Sweet dreams,” he sighed then blew her a kiss. She blew one right back before cutting off the feed and laying her head down to rest, their song playing in her head.

Forget about yesterday

'Cause I want you so bad

Make love to me like you never had

My love

Is coming down

So baby won't you just stay

For a little while

Baby won't you just stay

For a little while

Next Chapter

#cecewritessometimes #black panther fic #t'challa x oc #t'challa #black!oc

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chaneajoyyy · 3 years

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I’m having a shitty day, can you point me in the direction of some T’Challa fluff? Preferably new-ish stuff if there even is any.

I hope you feel better and that this list helps🥰. Now I don’t like how the tag situation is in the search bar for t’challa fics especially but this is what I got (they probably won’t tew many new ones🥴

FLUFF WITH T’CHALLA

-seduction, a day with the udakus’- @dramaqueeenamby

- teenage fever series (with after dark)- @writingsbyash

- make a baby- @songficsbyrissi

- takia, untitled t’chakia fic ask, ask box fic 3, can you feel this (with slight angst), it thought you had forgotten, t’challa’s 12 days of christmas, misfit wakandans- @eerythingisshaka (search: masterlist)

- one i’ve been missing series (with sweet suprises and simpleness)(with slight angst)- @iliketowrite1996

- hc: how t’challa courts you- @iwrite4poc

- father and husband!t’challa headcanon, erik and t’challa bonding as cousins, t’challa x teasing reader headcanon, t’challa’s personalty, t’challa x sick!reader-okoye’s and t’challa’s first kiss- @readinginsilence100

- sunsets- @joannasteez

- new queen; love, wakanda; the throne, i understand, wakanda in bloom, tell him- @avenging-fics

- father’s day with t’challa, first i love you with t’challa, off to college series, unwrapped- @ororowrites

- golden girl, fingers dipped in gold series, early morning concerts, signing lessons, i’ve been going, his sixth sense, nice & comfortable , you may, comfortable, possibly, up and alert- @supersizemeplz

- moments like these, two pea in a pod, bounce, quickie, nominee, 73 questions, family vacay, gonna love me, birth pangs (slight angst), new look, abdulisms, make it last forever, picture perfect, dance with my father, pick up, divas, wearable art gala, act up, night out- @bribrisback

- helpless, you rock my world series, miss me not series- @airis-paris14

- queen by spring seriest, t’chall missing you, t’challa needs your fingers in his har, “imagine: t’challa helping you find more peace by bringing you into meditation, wakanda now bath salt baths, and tantric sex”, @brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers (scroll for poc reader)

- #19: “...the paint’s supposed to go where?”, father’s daygifts, strong like you, mother’s day- @wakandanblogger

- how many kids they’ll have and how they’ll act (with erik and m’baku)- @ourwakandanerik

- imagine that youre stress-baking because the team hasn’t returned from a mission yet, and t’chall teaches you a new recipe; i’m glad you’re mine, expecting? series (with “can you just leave me along? and “why is there a pregnancy test in the trash?” prompt), delete that footage!, sleepless nights, elegance series, ndiyakuthanda- @fandom-what-ifs

- imagine erik telling everybody your good news..., killing a little time...- @wakandanmoonchild

- baby talk- @haechvn (scroll for black panther x reader)

- the gala, best part (slight angst), he’s the one series (slight angst)- @non-stop-imagines

- a joyous secret, is this love?, focus, lucky, see you again, treat yo’ self, training, the doctor and the king, goddess series (with “his whole world”), a wise queen, deleted footage, drunk in love, the king does your makeup, black pather trinity parent drabbles (with m’baku and erik)- @black-mcu-imagines

- how he acts when he’s sick: t’challa i’m fine” udaku- @akimi-youngblood

- wash day, language- @supremethunda

-baby on board, pet dog, half on a baby- @sisterwifeudaku

- when in morroco, pointless (slight angst), stall, come again?- @laketaj24

- being apart of the dora milaje and dating t’challa would include- @black-panther-imagines

- sleep, romantic- @zxddy-panther

- more preciousthan vibranium series, t’challa x black!mutant!reader series (date with a king series?)- @blackandfair

***PLEASE SEND ME YOUR T’CHALLA FLUFF, ESPECIALLY NEW FICS. I WOULD LIKE TO READ THEM AS WELL***

#the bp plug #bp librarian at your service #lets chat #sip tea #talk fanfiction #t'challa fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #anonny asks

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chaeryybomb · 4 years

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current wips

will i ever post these? i do not know. more will be added in the future.

title: sunny smiles pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader featuring: yang jeongin, han jisung and wang yiren genre: camp!au, exes to lovers current wordcount: 566

“Hyunjin! Jeongin!” Jisung yelled as he raced across to two other boys.

You furrowed your eyebrows at the unfamiliar names. Did Jisung already have friends here? You looked over at his direction and saw him with two boys with mops of black hair. Jisung noticed you staring and gestured to you to go over.

He grabbed you by the arm and pointed to the taller. “This is Hyunjin, my classmate,” and then to the one with braces, “and this is Jeongin! My neighbor.”

You shyly glanced at the two boys and bowed, hiding half of her face behind her hair. “This is Y/N, my cousin,” Jisung introduced you when he realized that you weren't speaking up.

You looked up at the boy in front of you, Hyunjin, he was beaming at you. “It’s nice to meet you Y/N,” he said. “I hope we can be friends!”

Thirteen-year-old you wouldn’t admit it, but your heart started beating quickly at his smile. That was the first time it did so.

title: (currently untitled) pairing: na jaemin x reader featuring: nct dream, skz 00 liner, jung yunho, yeh shuhua, choi lia & hwang yeji genre: lowkey enemies to lovers, college au, angst, fluff, jaemin’s a dick sorry- current wordcount: 851

“Are you sure this is legal?” you inspected the weird green looking liquid in your red solo cup.

Yeji lifted the cup to her nose and sniffed it. The liquid gave out a sickeningly sweet odor. She then turned to you and shrugged, but opted to not take a sip for safety measures.

“This looks like one of the ionic liquids I made in chemistry last week,” you said, swirling the liquid in the club. You made a disgusted face and placed the cup back down on the table, slightly pushing it back.

You crossed your arms and leaned against the counter. The sparkly tank top Shuhua lent to you did not really give you warmth, at least you managed to convince her to let you wear ripped jeans instead of a leather skirt. Yeji scanned the crowded area for your friends but she lost track of them the moment they entered the frat. (Hyunjin dragged them off somewhere, she doesn’t know.)

The air smelled like sweaty bodies and alcohol. You shifted uncomfortably in your place, Your heart was beating in your ears due to the loud music. Why did you let Shuhua convince you to come? You could’ve been at the library studying about human bone structures instead but no, you just had to come. And you don't even know where Shuhua went!

Your eyes roamed the dancing crowd, hoping to find one of your friends' faces. But to her luck, you locked eyes with someone else instead. Someone you hated.

Na Jaemin. The epitome of an idiot.

You both met at freshman year of college when Jaemin accidentally signed up for your biology course. He was a photography major. And an idiot, in your eyes. What kind of idiot mistakes “bio” for biography and not biology? He was also the reason why you got a C for one of their pair projects in bio. A C! And it wasn’t even a C+! That grade ruined your pristine grades for the first semester. Thankfully you were able to raise it back in the second semester, it was even better that he dropped biology then too.

title: (currently untitled) pairing: electric guitarist!han jisung x song writer!reader featuring: stray kids & itzy genre: friends to lovers, bulleted form, fluff current wordcount: 1.9k

"welcome to chan's studio" ヾ(^▽^)ノ

"chan this is your garage"

"studio." ヾ(^▽^)ノ

"it's a garage—"

"studio." ヾ(^▽^)ノ

"bu—"

"s t u d i o." ᕦ(#^▽^)ᕤ

(hyunjin, gulping in fear) "y-yes sir"

they play gigs at an underground club called jyp wow so original dhshdhs

usually on the weekends because they have school on weekdays—

"you guys are you still growing so you need your sleep—"

"chan you don't even sleep"

"shut up seungmin that's not my point, the point is—"

"is that you don't sleep"

"jisung I will kick you out from this band"

"YOU WOULDN'T"

"I WOULD"

title: anti-everything pairing: zhong chenle x reader featuring: nct dream, lee daehwii, osaki shotaro, yang jeongin, lee chaeryeong & honda hitomi genre: strangers to lovers, fluff, song fic song: anti-everything by lost kings ft. loren gray current wordcount: 823

"c'mon, y/n, it wouldn't hurt you to hang out with us," shotaro nudged you with his shoulder as he gave you his infamous eye smile.

"i can't skate, 'taro" you deadpanned.

"we can teach you!" he offered with a grin.

"the last time you taught me anything, we almost set hitomi's kitchen on fire," you retorted, scrunching your nose at the memory of hitomi's fire alarm going off because shotaro burned the sugar. (he wanted to make the dalgona coffee but ended up putting too little cornstarch powder and basically made burnt sugar.)

shotaro winced a bit at the mention of his one of too many failed cooking attempts. but he quickly regained his composure and defended himself, "that was one time!"

"the burnt marks are still on the pot," hitomi chimed in from the side and you can hear chaeryeong stifling a laugh while daehwii and jeongin did nothing to hide their laughter.

title: (currently unamed) pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader featuring: skz 00 line, seo yoorim(aisha) and wang yiren genre: college au, strangers to lovers, fluff current wordcount: 490

is roomies with felix because i believe in hyunlix supremacy

was actually roommates with jisung for the first year but jisung doesn't shut the fuck up so he traded roommies with seungmin

despite seungmin's protests

he tries to sneak kkami in for god knows how many times but is always caught by the TA

#navigation #wips #drafts #kpop #nct dream imagines #stray kids imagines

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nearly-theyre · 5 years

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Kaminari Denki fic recs

“Hard” (T) by Silver_Sterling

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10525128

Warnings: N/A

Ships: gen

Kirishima has never been to Kaminari's house and he doesn't know why. Denki says his parents won't allow any visitors but other than that he knows nothing about them. When he finally gets to go his whole world gets turned upside-down.

“No one is truly ‘stupid’ without a reason” (Gen) by Mov_Kai

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16323209/chapters/38184812

Warnings: N/A

Ships: erasermic, gen

Kaminari Denki wasn’t stupid, Shouta noted.

He was far from it, actually.

Kaminari might not be academically smart, but hell if he wasn’t people smart. His vocabulary was extensive (even if he preferred not to use it much) and he read pretty difficult English books. He could read people just as well. But not everyone could see past his usual antics of small sparks and forced laughter. Shouta could though. Shouta was an underground pro, after all.

Or, Aizawa Shouta notices everyone's favorite idiot isn't actually as dumb as everyone suspects, and discovers that something might be holding the otherwise intelligent student back.

“No More Fragments” (M) by Ischemia

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16057748/chapters/37489790

Warnings: N/A

Ships: Kamishin, kiribaku, tododeku, erasermic

Shinsou Hitoshi has finally gotten his wish and is now officially a part of Class 1-A. It was everything he'd wanted, but all of these obstacles keep finding him.

Sometimes this means a cute blonde boy he doesn't know how to talk to and other times it means possibly losing the trust of the class he so badly wants to be a part of.

Cue awkward dates, Shinsou having the best dads in the world, and learning what friendship means.

“A Bit Too Late” (NR) by malfunctioning

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14832983

Warnings: Major Character Death

Ships: kirikami, bakudeku, momojirou

Denki should’ve known better. He shouldn’t have thought of going through with this ridiculous plan of surrendering himself to the police and narrating everything he knew just because Kirishima suggested it.

The whole scenario seemed like walking towards the circus tent with Denki was the inexperienced lion tamer expected to put on a show for the audience, without prior training and past the point of no return.

“Loss” (T) by rainbowturtle2

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15010256

Warnings: Major Character Death

Ships: kamishin

“Why didn't you tell us before?”

Denki thinks for a minute. All the usual lies are at the tip of his tongue and he opens his mouth to reassure them and-

“I didn’t want to.”

Also known as "Denki makes terrible decisions."

“would you watch me as i fade away?” (T) by Zyzzyva

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15513666

Warnings: N/A

Ships: gen

Denki found out he could charge things when he was ten. At this point, his quirk was remarkably out of control for someone his age.

“Lichtenberg Figures” (T) by Q_loves_you

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15496764

Warnings: N/A

Ships: gen

Kaminari Denki has a very powerful force of nature running through his body. Kaminari Denki doesn't want to hurt anybody. He doesn't always get what he wants, and "anybody" does generally include himself.

“Days go slow” (E) by SillyNonnyFicsAreForFandoms

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17381381/chapters/40905449

Warnings: Creator chose not to use archive warnings

Ships: bakukirikami

Kaminari Denki has a secret. A secret he's keeping from his boyfriends, and can't bear to tell them. So he flees to America to spend a week with his pro hero cousin, while they have time to process it. In that week, he learns more about being a hero than any time in class could ever teach him.

“How to save a life” (T) by anxioussailorsoldier

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17379239

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin

Shinsou doesn't expect to find Kaminari on the roof of UA.

“My Best Mistake” (T) by SammyD

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17374055

Warnings: Major Character Death

Ships: kamishin

Shinsou takes a secret to his grave

“Kiss Me Through the Screen” (M) by Ischemia

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17289734/chapters/40664117

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin, erasermic, (minor) kiribaku, tododeku, tsuchako

Shinsou remembers when he first saw the ad for Ch4rgeb0lt’s services. He was just messing around online when a pop-up appeared with his smiling face, one eye winking and the other brightly flashing with happiness.

“Lonely? Tired of coming home to an empty apartment? Can’t find anyone to listen to your problems? Say no more! For the low cost of $10 per stream, you can have all the company and love you ever wanted. Get a best friend for the best price!”

His first reaction was, “what kind of depressing loser needs to buy a boyfriend?” before he looked around at his empty home and realized he might be that depressing loser.

“Chargebolt not Bioshock (M) by Sissytobitch10seconds

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17242589/chapters/40548050

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Ships: kamisero, kiribaku

Kaminari Denki knew he didn't belong with his family.

She knew she didn't belong in her body sometimes too.

Hopefully, they could find a way to figure out a place where they did belong.

A place that was called UA High.

“One Shock, Too Many” (NR) by RoughGem

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15865500/chapters/36960420

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Ships: gen

Electrical shock can cause neurological and psychological damage. Depending on the shock, people can die. Kaminari has a higher resistance to the electrical shock due to his quirk, and it's evident he isn't immune to the after effects of electrocution. His limit of 1.3 million volts makes his cognitive abilities decrease dangerously low. What happens when it goes higher?

aka. Kaminari's kidnapped and discovers he has another limit of his volts, just the after effects is, less than pleasant for everyone in close proximity to him.

“As You Wish” (T) by All_My_Characters_Are_Dead

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16301087

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin, ojirou x sero

“Be sure to wake Sleeping Beauty with a kiss,” Kirishima said with a knowing grin. Hitoshi considered stabbing the captain, but that would just get him on Commander Bakugou’s bad side, and it would only break his blade because it was Kirishima and Hitoshi was pretty sure no normal weapon could hurt him.

“You shouldn’t say things like that,” Hitoshi said, pointedly adjusting the position of the blades concealed at his wrists while holding Kirishima’s gaze. “You know I would never do such a thing.”

“Eventuality” (T) by KikaTouka

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15895002/chapters/37042446

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin

Shinsou learns more than just hero lessons after being transferred to 1-A.

“That Boy is a Problem” (T) by friedgalaxies

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14787077

Warnings: N/A

Ships: gen

No summary but basically Present Mic becomes Kaminari’s mentor and “comforts his small insecure electric son” (according to the tags)

“Untitled” (T) by awakened_treepanda

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19099039

Warnings: N/A

Ships: gen

Denki's not feeling too well and the Baku squad step in (more like charge in, really) to help.

“Lighting Scars Can Heal” (T) by XTrllfix (ChibiKame)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19097776

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin

Heroes are good and Villains are bad; that's the general belief in a society that sees things only in black and white.

Kaminari knows better: heroes can be just as bad or worse than the villains they fight. Heroes can also be terribly stubborn and deluded. He could either play along and pretend to conform to their ideology, or face prison and let down the people that still need him.

“Pickup Lines for the Soul” (T) by MustardSoup

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18925678

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamshin

Denki is twelve when he is flicking through the TV channels and lands on an old RomCom movie about soulmate marks – specifically the same type that he has.

“I can’t believe I’ve had to walk around with a cheap pickup line written on my ankle my entire life because of you!” The leading lady yells at the leading man as he stares at her in awe.

Denki laughs.

“Oh no.” His mother says, watching him.

“Oh no, indeed.” His sister repeats quietly.

“Caught in my own web” (T) by anxioussailorsoldier

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19037812

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin

Shinsou needs some help after getting caught up in his capture weapon. Kaminari enters from stage left.

“Get Tased” (NR) by HexalianRebel_FeatheredPanda

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19008565

Warnings: N/A

Ships: gen

Panda’s Notes: I originally wrote this almost two years ago in late 2017; I still can't believe it's been so long. A little while after the community Discord got started, it was mentioned there that Kaminari hasn’t gotten much attention. To remedy this, have a collection of paragraphs where Kaminari sparks up trouble. I believe it’s the first story I’ve ever written without dialogue, so I hope you enjoy it!

“Parents Day Can Suck My Giant Lightning Sword” (T) by ConnorProject2k17

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18840073/chapters/44711098

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin, kiribaku

Denki Kaminari thought he kept his ASD pretty well under wraps. No one suspected a thing; not even his teachers. Until parents day came around and his world fell apart.

“don’t think twice” (Gen) by dreamtowns

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18723295

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin

What does it take to break the internet?

A slip of the tongue, apparently.

“paging dr. oblivious” (Gen) by dreamtowns

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18770095

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin

Hitoshi, slowly, delicately, puts his fork down and squints. Denki regrets maintaining eye contact, but, also, he doesn’t because damn, Hitoshi has pretty eyes – and focus, Denki, focus! “I’m sorry,” Hitoshi starts, quietly, almost threateningly, and tilts his head. “Would you like to repeat that? People think we’re what?”

“Pining,” Denki bursts out, almost too loud in the hospital gardens, and then he hunches forward and continues much more quietly, but no less heatedly: “They think we’re,” he swallows and finishes, almost lamely, “pining.”

Hitoshi says nothing. Waits.

“They have a betting pool,” Denki practically wails.

(or: the entire hospital staff has a betting pool on when Denki, resident trauma specialist, and Hitoshi, the neuropsychologist, will start dating.

The punchline is that they are married.)

“Electrical shocks and brain chemistry don’t mix” (T) by LillaJoba

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18183314

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Ships: gen

Kaminari has a lot more setbacks to his power than he originally let on. His brain can get far more seriously hurt than just being dumbed down. He wished he didn't have to experience it in front of his class, but things don't work out the way he hoped.

“rock’n’roll, buckaroo” (Gen) by Origamidragons

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17221628/chapters/40497176

Warnings: N/A

Ships: gen

Kaminari walks up to Todoroki in the hallway after class and says, “Dude, I need your help.”

Todoroki checks over his shoulder, twice, to verify that Kaminari is indeed talking to him. “Why?”

“Yesterday you asked Shinsou-kun if he was Aizawa-sensei’s son,” Kaminari says, as though that explains anything at all.

“...yes?”

“Make a hero conspiracy YouTube channel with me.”

“fuzzy memories” (T) by ettea

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18567835

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin

At first the league said he should get someone to fall in love with him, or get into some sort of relationship. No one who came looking to betray a group would get into a relationship, so Kaminari had targeted Jirou but had been rejected harshly when he found out she was a huge lesbian, which yeah was a bit of a blow but whatever.

He turned his eyes to the kid who was bunked up to 1-A after being in general, after the grape dude was kicked out.

“Pinned, Trapped, Stuck” (T) by galaxy_warping

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18905686/chapters/44878096

Warnings: N/A

Ships: gen

Kaminari gets pinned under a collapsed building after a villain attack. How could it get any worse?

“a lesson in ancient greek mythology” (T) by Ellieb3an

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19719598

Warnings: N/A

Ships: gen

Kaminari, Kirishima, and Bakugou are teamed up again for a final exam that pits them against creatures of Ancient Greek mythology, and Kaminari proves his usefulness against the Sphinx.

“How Many Cats Is Too Many?” (T) by TheSpaceAceTM

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19418521

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin

Hitoshi and Denki live together, and progressively get more and more additions to the family.

ShinKami Week 2019!

“Your Name In Paper” (Gen) by xemrox (Roquel)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18355292

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin

There are two people in this world who orbit at the opposite ends of Denki's spectrum of love and he never thought he would have them sitting at the same table at the same time.

“Lost But Always Found” (Gen) by gringle

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17869784

Warnings: N/A

Ships: gen

He can remember. He can do things. As long as he has his lists.

“not so summer love” (NR) by nataliya

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19182886

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin

Class 2-B’s common room, although typically quiet, was currently filled with five students—three slowly giving up on homework, one bitching about noise and another that rushes through the front door.

“We’ve been waiting for you—” Mina starts, but Kaminari’s vaulting over the back of the couch, eyes wide as he practically buzzes out of his skin, emitting light like crazy as currents dazzle across strands of hair.

“I have a big ugly crush,” He steps off the couch and onto the coffee table, much to Bakugou’s chagrin, “On big ugly Shinsou.”

“Storms” (T) by SillyNonnyFicsAreForFandoms

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16815934

Warnings: N/A

Ships: bakukami

All quirks have a cost. A price or a drawback, something which makes the user suffer. It’s the natural order of things.

“Blamed” (T) by coldandhotsoba

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16644668

Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Violence

Ships: kamishin

This was not how the day was supposed to end. They were supposed to end the day like they do most nights. Kaminari clutching onto him like a koala as he slept, wrapped in the millions of tacky blankets Kaminari had bought. Warm and safe in their bed. It was not supposed to end with both of them tied up in some cold metal room.

“Lighting Scars” (T) by Present-Mics-scream (write_your_way_out)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17720768

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin

It's hard to be confident in your abilities when you're surrounded by people with incredible quirks. Shinsou Hitoshi would know better than anyone. Sure, he was admitted to the hero course in his second year, but being admitted to the hero course, and keeping up with the rest of the class are two different things.

Lucky for him, Kaminari is there to prove that the flashiest quirks come with the largest drawbacks.

“weak silence and loud ticks” (NR) by bluedevil18

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17168447/chapters/40366943

Warnings: Creator chose not to use archive warnings

Ships: gen

He knows those looks, the looks of pity. He keeps his head down, keeps his eyes averted. Why couldn’t he have a breakdown on a Friday? Where he could hide out in his room for two days and have this whole thing die down? Why did it have to happen on a Tuesday?

“Write It Down For Me, Would You?” (NR) by Nuclear_Equipped_Walking_Battle_Tank

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21638824

Warnings: N/A

Ships: gen

Denki Kaminari's quirk is as much a curse as it is a blessing.

“Weight of Words” (T) by PoorUnforunateSoul

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20974619

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kirikami, shindeku, bakuchako

“I know you targeted Kaminari with your little ‘r-word’ comment because of his autism, and that alone makes you a worse person than Bakugou,” he continues, making the boy in question turn his murderous gaze to Shinsou, “but I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt, and assume that you don’t truly understand the weight of that word. Allow me to educate you, would you?”

___________________

Monoma's attempts to rile class 1-A up go too far, and BakuSquad and DekuSquad combine to teach him a lesson.

“You Seem Familiar” (Gen) by PoorUnforunateSoul

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21673501

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin

You have an affinity for Black Magic?” he asks, sounding unbelieving.

“Yeah!” Denki says, and it feels so surreal to argue for it, instead of promising that he doesn’t. “When I was younger I figured out that Black Magic just sort of feels, I dunno, alive? To me? I guess? I don’t really know how else to explain it, it’s a little electrifying almost. I dunno. But, when you look at me, I get the same feeling? So that’s why I thought you had an affinity for it, I’m sorry if I-”

“I do,” Shinsou cuts him off. “I’ve known since I was six. I just - can’t feel it on you, like you do me.”

Denki feels himself deflate immediately. Is this one of those unrequited soulmate things? It’d be just his luck, honestly.

_________

Shinsou Bowl Week Day 7: AU

“Holy Shi- YoUrE gAy??” (NR) by seizethosegays

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21780742

Warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Ships: kamishin, erasermic

Holiday, fight, blood, Eri, hair clips, aizawa

“I’ll be here for you” (T) by orphan_account

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16877226

Warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Ships: gen

Sometimes, thoughts creep into your mind. Sometimes you can't block them out. Sometimes you need a distraction. And sometimes, the right person finds you at the wrong time.

“Megalixir” (T) by dreamtowns

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14439228

Warnings: N/R

Ships: gen

Kaminari Denki packed his belongings, packed his past, and moved into his new apartment the day his life ended. He integrated himself into the human world seamlessly, and ignored everything related to magic. When a remnant of his past reentered his life, there are dire consequences of his past decision, however, and the ignorant façade Kaminari donned threatens to shatter when the Lord of Demons begins his reign of terror on the human realm.

“Rain Makes Good Background Noise To Fall Apart To.” (Gen) by daisiesandstars

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21306695

Warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Ships: kamishin

Kaminari's family isn't always the kindest to his mental state, thankfully he has a support system. Enter : Kirishima Eijirou.

Bonus: Shinsou Hitoshi.

“taking control” (Gen) by wolfcrunch

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20526899

Warnings: N/A

Ships: gen

The walls closed in as the figure at the end of the dark, scary 'tunnel' made itself known. A grin, stretched across scarred tissue, a face much too old and no face, no face above the mouth--

Denki slapped a hand across his own mouth as fear crawled up his throat, his parents paying no mind to their child's reaction. Instead, they both bowed, eyes averted towards the wooden floor as that man -- that thing -- regarded their presence with a single nod.

"Master Shigaraki," his mother spoke first, her yellow eyes void of any possible fear or misplace she may be feeling. "We...we brought the boy along, just as you requested."”

“See No Evil, Hear No Evil” (T) by Randomfan188

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20304415

Warnings: N/A

Ships: gen

Kaminari Denki is legally blind. When he forgets to wear his contacts and breaks down during math class, comfort appears in the strangest of ways.

“Draconic” (NR) by RoughGem

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18986632

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kirikami, kiribaku

The Bakusquad are a group of good adventuring mages. After defeating some bandits and dark mages, they discover some cargo, who would soon become a dear friend in their team.

Aka. they rescue Kaminari from bandits who kidnapped him and attempt to get him back home.

“paradise will remain” (T) by oredatte

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21535585

Warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Ships: kamishin

Denki was so close, and yet he still couldn't save her. It hurts like a gaping wound, but as always, Hitoshi is there to help him through it. As always, Hitoshi is there to kiss him better.

“Saving you from Yourself” (T) by SillyNonnyFicsAreForFandoms

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16815445

Warnings: N/A

Ships: bakukami

Class 1-A is having kidnapping training and Kaminari helps Bakugo through his traumatic recollections, even at his own suffering.

BakuKami week, Day 1: Training.

“Kaminari did what?!!” (T) by Vash20

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20005657

Warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Ships: gen

It is always interesting to see how a story will change if a few small details are altered. What would have happened during the USJ attack if Iida was a hair bit slower, and if Kaminari's quirk was a little different than canon. Well i guess you will have to read this to find out.

“Electric Storm” (NR) by silver_lily

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19824490

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence

Ships: gen

The storm raged overhead as static prickled its way through the air and freezing rain slammed into the muddy earth. There was barely any light, sans the gentle, comforting glow coming from the dorms despite the late hour. Kaminari smiled slightly as he wiped his soaking wet fringe out of his eyes and tilted his head back to face the thundering sky, listening to its rumbling roars and feeling the patter of droplets on his skin. It was a beautiful night.

He was happy it was going to be his last.

“A Mindless Pawn” (NR) by miagirl3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20898866

Warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Ships: gen

Summary: The U.A. traitor has been discovered and is in the process of being interrogated by Pro Hero Eraserhead, the only problem is that something is a little off about the teen.

Written for Inktober: Day 2 Mindless

“Never again” (T) by SillyNonnyFicsAreForFandoms

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16882410

Warnings: N/A

Ships: bakukami

What happens when Kaminari has three cups of the most caffeinated coffee teenagers could get their hands on?

“how not to enjoy the weather, an article by kaminari denki” (Gen) by dreamtowns

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14943929

Warnings: N/A

Ships: gen

If there was one thing Kaminari hated the most in a world wth villains, it would have to be thunderstorms.

“One step at a time” (Gen) by soulstring

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11502171

Warnings: N/A

Ships: gen

“We don’t know how bad your situation is… but if it’s making you so depress—”

“What are you talking about?” Denki quickly interjects. “I’m just… taking it slow, y’know? That’s what Recovery Girl said I should do.”

That’s not the only thing she told him, but Denki has tried to bury her words under a pile of procrastination. Although it works, they still form ripples inside his head. Some days they’re small and barely noticeable. Other days, they’re big enough to form waves that are close to drowning out his will to become a hero.

Kaminari Denki Appreciation Week Day 4: Comfort

“Fluency” (Gen) by GothicPixi

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22389154

Warnings: N/A

Ships: gen

Kaminari Denki doesn’t test well. Sometimes he has too much energy and reads too fast and some characters look like other characters. Sometimes he forgets which language he’s supposed to write an assignment in, and he turns in his history exam written in Korean. Sometimes a teacher is lecturing and his brain translates what they’re saying into every foreign vocabulary Denki knows and suddenly he’s too overwhelmed to finish his notes or answer the question.

By the time he entered UA, Kaminari knew Japanese, English, Mandarin, JSL, and Korean. Language and vocabulary came easy to him because people came easy to him.

“Christmas Comes Late” (T) by Amethystfairy1

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17138522

Warnings: N/A

Ships: gen

Jirou? Check.

Tsuyu? Check.

Yaoyaorozu? Check.

Kirishima? Check.

Midoriya? Check.

Kaminari had everyone covered.

He'd never been as excited about Christmas as he was during their first Winter in the dorms. He'd saved his food allowance and cut back on spending so he could afford gifts for all his friends. He'd gotten everyone together to decorate the dorms. Everything. Yet when Winter Break began, everyone trickled away, and he was left alone.

As usual.

And honestly?

What else had he been expecting?

Not like it really mattered. He just had to make it through the season, without letting himself get too disappointed.

Little did he know, while disappointment might be his only company come Christmas Day, perhaps he could still count on the holidays arriving.

They were just a little bit late.

“Always Smiling” (NR) by Cryingaloneinmyroom

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22126954

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin, erasermis

There was no way that Kaminari Denki could be depressed, he was always smiling.

OR Kaminari decides to end his life, but Aizawa stops that from happening.

Trigger Warning: Suicidal Thoughts/Suicide Attempt

“Sunshine” (T) by Rosey_Note

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22252345/chapters/53136115

Warnings: N/A

Ships: bakukirikami, erasermic, tododeku

They didn't deserve to put up with his crappy mood.

Because Denki Kaminari did not feel like Sunshine right now.

And they deserved sunshine.

In fact, Denki didn't feel much of anything right now.

“To See Without My Eyes” (Gen) by corbeod

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20298883

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin, implied tododeku

Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me

The first time that you touched me

Oh, will wonders ever cease?

Blessed be the mystery of love

Five times Denki falls in love with the future and one time he falls in love with the present.

“I can’t be trusted around you.” (T) by Pwyllxiety

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14624837

Warnings: N/A

Ships: erasermic

No summary / Kaminari angst and erasermic teaching kami to trust in them

“baby let me ride your wave” (NR) by beelue

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21893185

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin, kiribaku, tsuchako, tododeku, erasermic

Kaminari Denki's days are filled with summer sun, laughing with his friends, and occasionally saving lives. He knew he was Bisexual- He had since he rescued a (smoking hot) guy from drowning and two seconds later asked for his number.

But he truly realized he was a disaster after seeing Shinsou Hitoshi for the first time.

title - wave by blanks

“Vibe check” (T) by orphan_account

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21905614

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kiribaku, momojirou, kamishin

He’s yellow. He’s got one braincell. Most of all, he’s gone mad with power. Class 1-A soon realizes that no one is safe from Kaminari Denki’s painful vibe checks. Not even his closest friends.

“Knight of Thunder” (T) by Tauri_fic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21959068

Warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Ships: kamishin

"Young man Denki Kaminari had been jinxed with the unbreakable belief that he would never have a soulmate. In a society where soulmates were the hot topic 24/7, he almost felt like a quirkless child in a quirk-filled universe."

A visibly exhausted Denki rolled up his sleeve as he spoke, revealing a clean printed "Kaminari" on his wrist.

-Like, how many people have called me by my surname until now? It could literally be anyone of them and I wouldn't know.

Nothing after that would ever be okay again.

He didn’t know why or how, but he felt that it wouldn’t.

Because there was something inside his soul that was violently itching and screaming back at him, and Denki didn't know how to shut it up.

-We need to do something!

-It's too late.

-But we can't let them take our stu-

-It's too late!

****

Aka the angsty shinkami soulmate fic no one ever asked for but that's okay, I guess. Also it's rated T because some descriptions may be too gory so I'm not risking it

“‘Studying’” (T) by emmyrox22

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21744931

Warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Ships: kamishin, erasermic

Shinsou and Kaminari have been “studying” together for a while (but not for school). Shinsou gets stopped by his dads on the way to another “study” session and mistakes are made

“Mistlet-Oh?” (Gen) by AbithaLynDrakonclaw

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21759316

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin

"I think we're in a stable enough place to adopt one, if you'd like."

Hitoshi's heart stops.

Denki brightens and leans down to kiss his forehead.

"Merry Christmas, 'Toshi."

(aka it's christmas so Denki lets Hitoshi adopt a cat and accidentally makes him cry)

“Electric Connection” (Gen) by Onlymostydead

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22012375

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin

Kaminari's quirk has always had... Weird side affects. Like his ADHD. And his constant energy.

And his insomnia, which wouldn't leave him be right now, when he really needed to just get some sleep.

But, thankfully, he has good friends.

“Holding Onto You” (Gen) by IcyHotHeart

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21025529

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin

Pikabitch: All I want is for someone to hold me close and pet my hair until I fall asleep, is that too much to ask?

Denki whines to the group chat and gets more than he bargained for.

“Wait a minute, who are you?” (NR) by BlueGhostCat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21237392

Warnings: N/A

Ships: gen

Who was he? What was his name? How old was he? Where did he live? What was he doing here?

Why couldn't he remember?!

---

AKA a fic where I put the child in a terrible situation because I love him.

“denki is smart as fuck change my mind” (T) by wonhaebunny

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21624229

Warnings: N/A

Ships: gen

bakugou can be a really great tutor (and maybe an even better friend) when he tries

“Impromptu Surveillance” (T) by DinoGraveyard

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19429963

Warning: N/A

Ships: kamishin

Every Saturday without fail, Shinsou would sneak off to god knows where and come back in a remarkably good mood. He’d have a spring in his step, soft smile on his face, and a faraway look in his eyes. As if he was thinking about someone special.

Denki is determined to find out what or who his crush is doing.

“Mind Defibrillator” (T) by DinoGraveyard

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19470070/chapters/46345510

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin, kiribaku

For reasons Kaminari Denki couldn't understand, people enjoyed watching him die repeatedly and shit talk NPCs as they owned him. What started as a joke evolved into a surprisingly lucrative career as the game streamer Chargebolt. By some miracle, he was one of the most followed gaming channels on the internet.

He knew that streaming an indie queer game by the unknown developer Shinsou Hitoshi would be a change of pace for his channel. He didn't expect to start re-thinking certain aspects of himself as well.

“Weaknesses” (T) by sunflowerstorm

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22551517

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin

Kaminari's quirk and storms compliment each other in the worst way, but he's convinced he can deal with it on his own... until he really can't any longer.

When Shinsou accidentally overhears Aizawa confronting Kaminari about recent changes in behaviour and hears about the hell his quirks been putting him through, he can't just pretend he never heard. He wants to help.

“For You Even Chocolate” (Gen) by xemrox (Roquel)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18396866

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin

When Hitoshi Shinsou receives chocolates on White Day, Denki panics.

“it’s hurt denki hours” (NR) by memeingfultrash

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22525795

Warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Ships: kamishin, (minor) momojirou

“Certain members of our class are...under the impression that...you’re the traitor.”

Denki’s body went cold and felt like he was going to short circuit.

some of class 1a believes that denki is the traitor and avoid him

“Irrationality And Comfort” (Gen) by MinzeySparkleIsPerfect9

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22392550

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin

After settling into 1-A, people don't seem to notice how Eri suddenly began growing fearful of the boy with a certain lightning bolt in his hair.

But the said boy does notice.

Eri grows afraid of Denki Kaminari out of fear of that one Shie Hassaikai member.

SERIES

“Its just a spark” by pixiegold

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1172012

Ships: kamishin, tododeku, kiribaku

Currently: 8 works and still in progress

Summary of first fic: Hitoshi can't sleep alone, and Denki comes to the rescue.

But they are just friends, and that's completely fine.

Right?

“Never Was a Story of More Woe” by DomineeringScarves

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1170170

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin, erasermic, kiribaku, tododeku

Currently: 4 works and still in progress

Summary of first fic: Kaminari finds himself head over heels for the newest addition to their class, Shinsou Hitoshi. Normally the flirty blonde would just present himself with open arms but there's a major problem with his infatuation. There's unspoken rules in 1-A and Kaminari is part of the Bakusquad...whereas Shinsou is a part of the Dekusquad. The two can't be together. It's just not possible. There's no way Bakugou would ever allow one of his extras to date Deku's friend.

There's only one thing left to do, give up and move on. Too bad Kaminari can't seem to escape Shinsou.

Aka the fic where Kaminari is Romeo and Shinsou is Juliet and they have to secretly date so their squads don't fall into an all out war.

“Flaws” by an_innocent_cactus

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1141982

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamisero, kiribaku

Currently: 2 works and still in progress

Summary of first work: The moment he touches the water, he’s screeching and shaking, his electricity struggling to get out, and he clamps down on it, teeth grating, eyes leaking, the only thing he can hear is the sound of her screaming in his ears and 'not again please not again I didn’t mean to'

Kaminari Denki has a lot of drawbacks with a quirk like his, and nobody can know them all.

“Chargebolt’s Nightcare” by blueslove

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1001946

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamijirou, (minor) tododeku, ojitooru, kiribaku

Currently: 7 works and still in progress

Summary of first work: It wasn’t rare to find someone disappearing into Kaminari’s room late at night, shivering and seeking solace from their own mind. Kaminari welcomed them all – he’d named it something stupid like ‘ChargeBolt’s Nightcare’, which was meant to play on words but had quickly become an inside joke in the dorms. Even so, everyone had paid a visit there at least once.

Except Kyouka.

She’d scoffed at the idea because there was no way she’d ever come to Jamming Whey’s dorm for comfort. Her pride wouldn’t allow it.

But – but tonight was different.

Or, Jirou has a nightmare and decides to have a sleepover with Kaminari. Except it’s more drink juice, braid hair, raid the kitchen and play Just Dance than actual sleeping.

> CONTAINS MANGA SPOILERS <

“Soundtrack of a Betrayal” by anonymouspotato

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1251266

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin

Currently: complete w/ 2 fics

Summary of first work: When Shinsou finally found Kaminari, he was on the roof of the dorms, leaning against the railing. He almost didn’t want to interrupt him. But he had a job to do.

“Creme eggs” by MustardSoup

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1334767

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin, kiribaku, tododeku

Currently: 2 works and still in progress

One day, Denki presented Hitoshi with an assortment of British candy he got from one of his cousins.

"This is the one I wanted to show you! Look! It has our color scheme and everything!"

Hitoshi eyed the creme egg being shoved in his face, unimpressed.

"It's also red, though."

"Well, duh. The red represents our love for each other."

"... And the icing center represents how sickeningly sweet that was?"

"Nah, that represents how soft you are on the inside despite your hard, edgelord exterior. Keep up."

The shove that Denki received in response only widened his grin.

“Denki’s Hero Academia” by StrayKatgirl

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1328678

Warnings: N/A , Graphic Descriptions of Violence

Gen

Currently: 2 works and in progress

Summary of first work: Breathing heavily, Denki wiped the sweat off his brow, giving a feral grin towards his opponent. He laughs, spreading his heavily sparking arms wide. "Come at me Bakubro! Give me everything you got!" With a laugh of his own, Denki’s friend launched himself toward the blond, hands crackling. As they met in the middle, the crowds roared in excitement.

Aka

In which Denki goes up against Tetsu for his first match, hides way too much from those who care, and proceeds to wreck everyone.

“Thus With You, I Smile” by Kawayls

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1546096

Warnings: N/A

Ships: kamishin

Currently: 5 works and in progress

A bunch of ShinKami centered One Shots, that are set up in the same universe. Each one can be read as an individual work, though I order them chronologically.

“Brain Damage”

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1555762

Warnings: N/A, Graphic Depictions of Violence

Ships: kamishin, tododeku, kiribaku

Currently: 2 works and completed

Summary of first work: A casual meeting at the supermarket strikes a realization, that perhaps should have hit Shinsou sooner. However, everything isn't as sweet as it seems.

(A prequel to Brain Damage)

#fic recs #bnha #kaminari denki #shinkami

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atlasdoe · 1 year

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SUMMARY

BION - Wolfstar Spideypool au

AIR - Alicissa/Nobleflower end of the world au

OSBS - Dorlene murder mystery au inspired by if we were villains

LAO - au where the characters are snowed into a pub. each chapter is from another characters pov. sad ending

Untitled Black Cousins - Black cousins have to reunite to plan their parents funeral (including basically every ship including the black cousins)

Untitled Remary fic - Ser just after the first wizarding war. it goes kinda off cannon but not completely. also included past wolfstar

PLEASE HELP ME IM SO INDECISIVE

#the marauders #harry potter #the marauders era #wolfstar #jegulus #james potter #remus lupin #regulus black #sirius black #marlene mckinnon #dorlene #nobleflower #remary #mary macdonald #dorcas meadowes #rosekiller

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miz-joelys-sherlollilists · 4 years

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Molly’s Closet - Updated 10/16/20

How about a list of fics about Molly’s clothes? Sure, why the heck not? Just be aware, sometimes Sherlock doesn’t let her wear them for very long!

A Hitch by Bodhicitta Rated T

A Yellow Lace Dress by WeLoveSherlolly Rated M

As Rare by hobbitsdoitbetter Rated K

Blame It On The Dress by mizjoely Rated M

The case of the skin tight dress by ducktiny Rated M

Dress Appropriately by HeayPuckett Rated K

Dress to Impress by WritingWife83 Rated K

Dressed to Kilt (Sight Unseen series) by SilverMiko Rated M

Fancy Dress (All Holiday series) by geekmama Rated T

The KonMari Method or, Sorry You Had A Bad Day by sunken_standard Rated T The KonMari Method Redux by sunken_standard Rated T

LBD by ll_again Rated T

LBD (On Exhibition series) by mizjoely Rated M

Lingerie by dyeyell Rated T

Little Black Dress by Mouse9 Rated T

Little Leather Dress by afteriwake Rated M

Pajama Party by Dreamin Rated T

Playing Dress Up by mizjoely Rated M

Playing Dress-UP by darnedchild Rated K+

Sherlolly One Shots - Dress the Part by pottermeg95 Rated T

Silver Dress by Josephine_221B Rated K+

The Silk Dressing Gown by geekmama Rated T

The skirt is supposed to be this short by sunken_standard Rated K+

Spark by WritingWife83 Rated K+

Trash the Dress by Quarto Rated K+

Untitled (Molly pulls out her black dress) by WritingWife83 Rated K+

Untitled (Molly trying on clothes) by flavialikestodraw Rated K+

Untitled (Sherlock has a wedding dress Molly's size) by WritingWife83 Rated K

Untitled (Sherlock is gobsmacked by Molly's red dress) by WritingWife83 Rated K+

Untitled (Sherlock needs to impress his cousins) by lilsherlockian1975 Rated K

Victorian Dress by Radar_Girl Rated T

You're not going out dressed like that? by Quarto Rated K+

#sherlolly #mizjoely mini list

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angelselene · 4 years

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Hikaru no Go - Untitled Fic

Timeline - found an old timeline on Lj (which was so useful). This is the winter after Hikaru starts playing go again. Akira is a 3-dan and has entered the Honinbou League prelims. Everything Hokuto Cup is out the window (sorry!)

December 2001

It was supposed to be a quick trip, two weeks to see his mother’s family in the United States before he graduated middle school this spring, to celebrate his birthday.

“Akira.” His aunt, Saotomi, put her hand over Akira’s clasped ones, crouching down in front of him. She was his mother’s older sister, much older—twelve year. She had left Japan to study in the US, and had never come back. Her face is like his mother’s, though. The shape of her eyes, the nose, the mouth—they’re all hers. She looks younger than she is, her still-long hair swept up into a professional twist, no gray showing yet, for all that she’s near fifty. Or maybe she just dyes it?

“Akira,” she said again, her voice heavy with her grief.

“I’m fine,” he said sharply. He took a deep breath, pretending it didn’t shake. “I need to… call the solicitors.” He began to make lists of all the things he needed to do, and Saotomi’s hands moved to his shoulders.

“Akira,” she said yet again, “I know you’re nearly out of middle school, but you’ve just turned fourteen. Let the adults handle this.”

“I’m the eldest son!” he protested. I’m the only son, he didn’t say.

“And your father was an only child. My parents will handle things in Japan.”

“We’ll need to go back,” Akira said, trying to hold onto the numbness with lists of things to be done. Contact the authorities. Contact a temple. They probably need to be cremated here, but Aunt Saotomi should know someone who can do that properly. The mourning for his father will certainly be—

“Akira.” His thoughts were interrupted by his aunt’s sharp tone this time. He startled looked up to meet her eyes. “We will handle it.”

“But I’ll need to—”

“You’re not going back, Akira,” she told him, gently but firm.

All the thoughts in his head come to a jarring stop. “What do you mean ‘I’m not going back’?” he demanded softly.

His aunt sighed. “My parents are too old—”

“I’m a professional go player!” he snaps. “I don’t need—”

“Professional or not, you are fourteen and the age of majority in Japan is twenty. You are a child legally speaking, and you can’t live by yourself, and my parents can’t take care of you—”

“I don’t need anyone to take care of me!”

Saotomi cupped his cheek, which made him flinch, and gave him a watery smile. “You are so much Akiko’s son,” she said with trembling lips. Akira stared at her blankly because he’s always been compared to his father, not his mother. “Wanting to take care of everyone, not wanting to be a burden. You’re not a burden, and your go career will be waiting when you’re old enough.”

When I’m old enough? he thought, outraged. In March, he’ll have been a pro for two years. He has his own income, his own—

The home. He knew his parents owned their home and the land it was on, but he didn’t know what kind of taxes or upkeep there were on it. He hadn’t expected to need to know—

He bit his lip, grief washing through him.

She stood up, then patted his shoulder. “I know it’s not fair, but these things happen sometimes. Let the adults worry about the details,” she said. She looked over her shoulder. “Emi, can you stay with Akira?” she asked his cousin.

“Sure, mom,” she said.

“Thanks,” his aunt said, then left.

Emi took the spot next to him on the couch, clanging softly as she sat, the multitude of bangles and necklaces and bracelets she wore banging against each other. She set her messenger bag at her feet, black, covered in patches and signs that Akira neither understood nor had any interest in learning about. She placed a hand with black-painted nails over his own, just as her mother had done before.

“I’m really sorry, about your parents,” she said, and she seemed sincere.

Akira clenched his hands more tightly, until his knuckles turned white.

Emi sighed, then dug into her bag, coming up with something noisy: a magnet go board. He stared at it blankly. “I know I suck, but wanna play with me?”

“I should be involved in the arrangements,” he said, for the first time he can remember having no interest in playing the game, much less on shitty little plastic magnet board.

She got up and went around to the other side of the coffee table, plopping herself down on the floor with more soft chiming. “I know you want to, and you think it should be your responsibility,” she began, opening the board and pulling out the two go ke to set them aside while she laid out the board. “But the adults aren’t going to let you, so you might as well distract yourself.”

Emotions still roiling, Akira looked up at her. Emi’s eyes were heavily lined with black makeup and black sparkles, her lipstick a matching black. Her hair was up in two half pigtails, stick straight, with Day-Glo orange streaks in it. Her clothing was black and mesh and leather, and she looked like a delinquent, but she was the only one of his three cousins who knew how to play go at all. She pushed one of the ke over to him, rattling the cheap plastic stones in it. “C’mon. You know you wanna.” Her eyes, when he met them, were sad but a little hopeful.

They might be family, but they aren’t close. This trip was the first time Akira had seen his aunt’s family since he was a toddler. His parents’ deaths hurt her more because they hurt her mom than because she mourned them. He knew that, but it was still hard to sit across from his cousin, over an insult to real go board, and realize that he was never going to sit across one from his father again.

A dam broke inside of him, grief washing through him like a flood, filling every nook of his heart. He would never sit across a go board from his father again. His father would never get to see all that he could become. He didn’t know when Emi got up to sit next to him again, but he couldn’t fight her off when she wrapped her arms around him, and held him as he sobbed.

.o0o.o0o.o0o.

Hikaru’s phone rang obnoxiously. He was honestly surprised it was charged at all since he forgot to do it all the time. “Hello?” he asked, answering.

“Shindou! Have you seen the news?” Waya’s voice yelled in his ear.

“The news?” Hikaru asked, confused.

Waya went unnaturally silent. “Touya Meijin is dead,” he said after a long beat.

“What? How? How’s Touya?” Hikaru demanded.

“Details are scarce. I just know that the Meijin and his wife died in a car accident in the US. I haven’t heard anything about Touya.” Waya sighed. “You’re the one who’s closest to that guy. Why don’t you ask him directly?”

“His phone doesn’t work in the US,” Hikaru said softly. It had been strange for Touya to be away and so completely out of contact. Once they started playing again this summer, they rarely went a week without seeing each other, if not specifically to play, then at other, go-related events.

“Oh,” Waya said. After an awkward lull, he added, “It sounds like they’re going to do a pretty big memorial service. Even though the Meijin was retired… he is—was a modern legend.”

“He’s supposed to be coming back tomorrow,” Hikaru said, a little hopefully. “I’ll try to get in contact with him.”

“Don’t forget to give him your condolences.”

“I wouldn’t!” Hikaru snapped. He knew how close Touya and his father were. He wouldn’t just immediately pick a fight with him. Well, he never intentionally picked a fight with Touya anyway, but… “I wouldn’t, okay?”

Waya sighed again. “Keep us in the loop, Shindou.”

“I will,” he said, and hung up the phone. He stared at it for a long moment, then went to Touya’s contact and pressed Send.

The call didn’t even connect. “The number you have called—”

Hikaru hung up. The Meijin and his wife, both. Both of Touya’s parents. Was Touya okay? Surely it would have leaked if he weren’t, right?

Right?

#hikaru no go #HnG #hikago #akihika #akira x hikaru #touya akira #shindou hikaru #angiewrote #fucking plot bunnies #they devour from beneath

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matrixaffiliate · 4 years

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Re-blog Tag

The fabulous @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world tagged me to re-blog a fic I’m proud of. Thank you so much darling <3

If anyone wants to play consider yourself tagged. I’ll tag @gryffindorhealer @thisismegz @petals-to-fish @pansexualsnuffles

Glimpsing Happiness

FFN and AO3

I wrote this wonderful piece with @hufflepuffmarlenemckinnon and it’s still one of my favorite ones to go back and read. I’ll post just the first two chapters here, but if you follow the links above they’ll take you to the full 34K word story. I hope you enjoy this WWII Blackinnon AU!

Chapter 1

Marlene straightened her veil and smoothed the creases out of her white apron before grabbing her gray woolen coat. She chuckled bitterly at the lies she and Mary had told themselves when the war began. September seemed like a dream not just over half a year ago.

When she'd interviewed for the QAIMNS to be a military nurse she'd been a bit startled at being asked to wait afterward. The officer had returned to the waiting room ten minutes later and handed her a packet. Open only in the event of war was printed across the front. He thanked her and sent her on her way. When Mary had the same packet after her interview, Marlene at least knew it wasn't a ploy. Marlene still remembered the chill she felt when England declared war. She and Mary opened their packets together in Marlene's room. The fact that they'd been assigned to the same place was a miracle within itself. War had a habit of pulling everyone apart. But they thought Netley would be an adventure back then. They thought they would be by the sea and have beautiful scenery to live in and that this was how they'd make a difference. Though if she was honest, Marlene would have preferred being handed a rifle and marching orders. But she had to take what she could get.

“Ready Marls?” Mary came out of the loo and walked to the small bed adjacent to the one Marlene sat upon. Her Majesty's nurses were being put up in qualified dwellings, but Marlene knew the stories from The Great War and she refused to become attached to this small flat as home.

Home was London. Home was the bustling streets where she would run to school with her brother and sister. Home was making fun of her older brother for pinning after the shop girl. Home was her younger sister playing their grandmother's violin because she had the gift. Home was her mum's Sunday dinners and her seamstress work all over the sitting room. Home was the smell of her dad's pipe tobacco wafting through their small house and his hugs that made her feel understood. Home was when everyone thought that the world had seen it's worst war. This, well this was anything but home.

Marlene sighed and grabbed her gloves, “Let's get this wretched walk over with.”

Mary tutted, “Just think of it as a pleasant stroll near the seaside.”

Marlene playfully pulled one of Mary’s black curls from under her veil, “I can always count on you to be a bright ball of sunshine can't I?”

Mary reached up and grabbed one of Marlene's blonde ringlets. Marlene flinched as the lock of hair caught on Mary's wedding band, “Your fault for wearing the sun on your head, Sister.”

The women began their trek up to Netley Hospital. The cold spring air whipped against them and Marlene nearly lost her veil twice. It was biting cold and their fingers and toes ached as they climbed the hill. There's a reason that it took two steam engines for the trains to reach the hospital station, Marlene mused as she braced herself against the wind that threatened to knock her back down the hill.

When they finally made it to the hospital doors, Marlene groaned. The entry to the hospital was most peculiar and if she was being honest, downright disturbing. This grand entry served as some sort of deranged circus. All the skulled momentos of animals that had been collected across the British Empire. Beasts really, she shuddered and practically dragged Mary past it all as quickly as possible. Marlene didn't think she'd ever become accustomed to it.

“They really aren't all that bad, Sister Marlene,” Mary smirked and stopped to admire what was labeled as an elephant skull.

“Sister Mary, we're going to be late if we don't step to it and the Matron won't thank us for it.”

Mary sighed and removed her coat before adjusting her scarlet tippet, “Well then off we go.”

They walked to their Matron’s office, nodding politely and grabbed their assignments off the wall covered in file folders.

“Bollocks,” Marlene muttered as they walked out and she opened her folder.

Mary peered over her shoulder, “Oh dear.”

“I was supposed to be done this week!” Marlene groaned. “Private Fenwick will be cleared and on his way to the station by now and I was supposed to be done with Quarantine because we'd have no more patients. But no! We had to get a typhoid fever patient!”

“But we sent vaccines over to France. He should have been vaccinated, it was mandated, David told me so.” Mary’s husband had been sent over to France with the British Expeditionary Force.

“The vaccine isn't a guarantee, Sister. He's probably one of the lucky ones.” Marlene huffed and snapped her folder shut.

“Yes,” Mary rolled her eyes, “very lucky, indeed.”

“Enjoy surgical recovery,” Marlene tipped her head as they reached Mary's ward.

“Enjoy your walk,” Mary blew her a kiss before walking into the first room of her ward.

Marlene started her near quarter-mile trek to the far side of Netley Hospital. She'd gone home last night looking forward to a new assignment, to being done with the Quarantine patient. Not that Private Fenwick was a bad sort, but Marlene was tired of being sequestered off with the shy little ward maid, Arabella Figg. She was a sweet enough lady, but she always insisted on talking about the cats she bread and Marlene wasn't particularly fond of cats, she was more of a dog person actually, so their conversations fizzled out quickly.

“Sister Marlene,” Arabella smiled kindly at her as she pulled the sheets off of Private Fenwick's cot. “I told them to put your new patient by the window. Not much of a view, but I thought a bit of sun would do the poor officer good.”

“Thank you, Arabella,” Marlene nodded and walked to the far end of the room where a man lay unconscious under his blankets. Opening the chart, Marlene sighed, “Welcome home, Captain Black.”

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Chapter 2

It started out like just a common cold. Sirius did his best to ignore the blaring headache and aches in his muscles. He was fighting in a bloody war; he had more important things to focus on than the damned sniffles.

But within a few weeks, it was high fevers to the point of full-on delirium. No amount of Iron-will stubbornness could have kept him on the field after that. He was lucky someone had dragged him off to sick bay before his vision gave out.

Losing his sight was quite jarring, even to a mind that was preoccupied with the fact it was boiling. Was he dying? Where was he? What was happening?

He woke up, and by virtue of doing so, he was fairly sure he wasn’t dead. He didn’t quite have a gage on how long he was unconscious, but when he woke he was absolutely sure he’d been moved.

The smell.

This was some sort of infirmary or hospital. It smelled like sickness. Death and dying. Was he next? What sort of soldier dies of the sniffles? Uncle Alphard would be ashamed.

Or he would have been...He was gone now. Sirius winced. The news of his favorite Uncle’s passing was fresh. The letter had only come a week before the nosebleeds began.

Uncle Alphard had been his hero. The only person he could really look up to in that whole god-forsaken family. He was also just about the only blood relation that Sirius had who hadn’t been ashamed of him.

To be fair, the shame went both ways. Having grown up in a house with his 1st cousin, Bellatrix Black, who kissed the ground that Herr Hitler walked on, was not something that Sirius was particularly proud of. Leaving aside the constant rumors that she was intimately close to the Führer and may or may not be pregnant with his horrible Nazi hellspawn. Sirius didn’t even believe that last bit, but he felt sure that Bella wished it were true. She’d had these awful framed photos of him up in her bedroom when they were children. She was living her dream… It disgusted him and he didn’t bring it up if he could help it.

Instead, he attempted to shake off any hints of German in his speech and mannerisms. This was a monumental task for someone who spoke German from the nursery. In truth, he was a quarter British, if that. His mother’s mother was a Granddaughter of Queen Victoria herself. But they’d married Germans, as the British nobility had been wont to do, and consequently, his Mother’s noble house of Black, was about as German as anyone in Europe.

His father was bitter that he never got to wear the crown he had lived his life thinking that he deserved. He’d never fully adjusted. It was a far fall from His Royal Highness Orion, Crown Prince of Saxony, to an untitled exile, taking his wife’s name and live off her relatives' generosity.

Things were always tense at Uncle Cygnus’s generosity and his estate in Berkshire. Sirius and Cygnus’s middle daughter, Andromeda, clung to each other, and their uncle Alphard, in the midst of all these disgruntled Germans. The three of them were all that was left, well before England declared war. The others contended that Herr Hitler had the right idea about the Herrenmenschen. Transparently desperate to be superior to someone after losing their titles, they made their choice.

Sirius felt that he had to make choices of his own, despite being only 15 at the time. He’d opted to stay behind with his best mate from Eton, James Potter, and Uncle Alphard. This decision, and his iron-will refusal to do as he was told, did not go over well.

His mother berated him for his choices, saying he was a traitor to his blood. He said they were traitors to his country. This was the country that had educated him and taught him to be a man more than she ever could. So his parents and younger brother went on their way to support the Fürher and Sirius Black did his damnedest to be an English Gentleman through and through. That was that.

Apparently, being an English Gentleman did nothing to fend off typhoid fever. So he was to convalesce at the rather unpleasant smelling Netley Hospital for the time being.

Those were amongst the words of the commanding baritone voice, was it a doctor? A medic? How was Sirius supposed to know? He couldn’t bloody see. How did people manage to live like this?

This was going to get old very quickly, if, like the voice informed him, he was going to live through it. Six weeks as a blind invalid?

Bollocks…

“Welcome home, Captain Black” the sound of his name startled him out of his half unconscious state.

“Did you say home? Are you sure about that? I think perhaps I died and went to Hell. Are you Hell’s secretary?”

“I beg your pardon! I’m Sister Marlene McKinnon. I’m charged with taking care of you while you recover here at Netley. So I recommend you be a bit nicer to me. You just asked the woman who’ll handle all your meals and medication for the next… ooooh six weeks is it… if she was Hell’s secretary.”

“And I’m still not convinced that you’re not. Sister Marlene. Are you a nun? I’m afraid I find myself dreadfully blind at the moment. You’ll have to tell me; are you wearing one of those nun head what’s-its?”

“Well, this is going to be an eventful six weeks… No, Captain Black, I’m not a nun. Sister is a rank. Sister is my rank in Queen Alexandra's Imperial Military Nursing Service.”

“Ah yes. Great Aunt Alix. That was the funeral of the season when I was six.” He remarked casually.

“Captain, I don’t care if her Majesty herself was your aunt. You still have to be polite.”

“Do I? Is there a law? ‘Here in Hell, we must be polite’? I must say, that’s unexpected. Here I was thinking the Devil would be lax with the rules. Shows what I know.”

Sirius was pretty sure he heard the woman, Sister Marlene, groan.

“I’ll be back in an hour, Captain Black. Perhaps by then you’ll have reconsidered your attitude.” Her clipped footsteps faded towards what must have been the door.

#blackinnon #blackinnon au #sirius x marlene #sirius black x marlene mckinnon #sirius black #marlene mckinnon #blackinnon fanfiction #WWII au #world war two au #enemies to lovers #fluff #historical fiction #historical fic #period romance #romance #harry potter fanfiction #jily #blinded by love

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servetolive · 4 years

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FFVII Fic WIPs

this is more for me to organize myself during this period of time-abundance, fanon-fodder, and FFVIIR-high.

In order of either priority or start date:

No Limits: Explicit, Cloud/Jessie, Barret/Cloud, Cloud/Jessie/Biggs. 15k+ words! Remake porn featuring bitch!Cloud running through AVALANCHE and giving zero fucks about it. (the release of the game put this on hold, as I’ve been having to edit the ever loving shit out of the threesome chapter, now that I know more about Biggs and Tifa’s personalities in the remake) I NEED TO FUCKING FINISH THIS AAGGHH

Beauty in Black: Explicit, Reno/Cloud, Cloud/Vincent, Cloud/Tifa, and probably Barret/Cloud. 18k+. Dark erotic romance about Cloud recovering from mental illness with an addiction to body modification and casual sex. Reno supplies both, but is hesitant to give in to Cloud’s request for an extreme tattooing procedure that plunges them both into no-holds-barred sadomasochism. Currently my favorite story I’m working.

Sweat/Lace: NEW! Explicit, Reno/Cloud, Barret/Cloud, Cloud/all errbody. Collaboration fic with my cousin about Cloud clawing his way to the top of the hierarchy as a Honeybee SW, under Reno’s tutelage. Porn, drugs and Cloud generally being an icy, beautiful cunt. (read: ho!Cloud jerkfest, basically)

I Know: Mature, Reno/Cloud. COVID19 romance fic about Cloud in isolation in the country and Reno doing essential relief work, separated and longing for each other. Lots of Reno backstory. As soon as I get my brain out of my cunt and have actual emotions again I can restart this.

Works I haven’t posted yet:

Haggle: Explicit, angsty Barret/Cloud PWP. Cloud doesn’t like to be touched, but that doesn’t stop him.

Darkfic with graphic, violent subject matter beneath the cut (read: Hojo)

Untitled Hojo Garbage Party Fic: Explicit AF. Collaboration. Non-con. Forced sex. Cloud/Aerith, Hojo/Aerith, Hojo/Cloud, multiple/Aerith, multiple/Cloud, Cloud/tentacles. Remake Cloud and Aerith are captured shortly after defeating the Arbiters of Fate, and discover that the route they chose is much worse than the alternative. this one actually has priority over Sweat/Lace.

Stigmatized: Explicit. Hojo/Cloud, Sephiroth/Cloud. non-con/dub-con, body horror, MPREG, vampirism, ero guro, erotic horror, revenge porn story for Halloween. Hojo places the ultimate embryo, carrying Aerith, Sephiroth, Ifalna, and Jenova’s cells, inside a uterus he implants into Cloud. Before Cloud can successfully kill himself, Sephiroth’s voice comes to him from the growing child, and gives him another option. Inspired by the French horror film Baby Blood. (basically Cloud weaponizing his condition and sexuality to rampage against everyone and destroy Hojo and make his way to his master... with the demon baby)

#jaetx #fic list #for me #Ugh I wanna write the very last one so bad

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arielseaworth · 5 years

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I’m not sure if five fics are enough to start a series, but I started one anyway, hehe.

WEDDINGS

A Home at the End of the World

Stannis at Shireen’s wedding.

Four Weddings and a Kiss

Asha Greyjoy/Justin Massey marriage AU.

With This Kiss, I Pledge

At her son’s wedding to Cassana Estermont, Rhaelle Targaryen recalled her own wedding to Ormund Baratheon.

Under the Heart Tree

Betha Blackwood and Aegon V Targaryen were married before the old gods in Raventree's godswood.

Wedding Nights

Wedding nights with the Baratheon brothers.

And two new ones inspired by Fire & Blood which I’m still working on:

The Raven in the North

The wedding itself was said to be splendid, however; Black Aly and her wolf pledged their troth before the heart tree in Winterfell’s icy godswood. At the feast afterward, four-year-old Rickon, Lord Cregan’s son by his first wife, sang a song for his new stepmother. (Fire & Blood)

The wedding of Alysanne Blackwood and Cregan Stark.

[still untitled – let me know if you have any suggestion!]

By the time the hue and cry went up, she was halfway across Blackwater Bay, having hired a fisherman to carry her to Driftmark. There she sought out her cousin, the Lord of the Tides, and poured out her woes to him. A fortnight later, Alyn Velaryon and Baela Targaryen were married in the sept on Dragonstone. (Fire & Blood)

The wedding of Baela Targaryen and Alyn Velaryon.

#ariel writes stuff #weddings #wedding fics #arielfic #gotfic

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thisweekingundamwing · 6 years

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This Week in Gundam Wing Apr 1st - Apr 7th

Another week, another roundup! Special thanks to all who submitted works, both for themselves and others.

As a gentle reminder, we’re here to highlight any new content from the previous week. If we missed a submission, we’ll be happy to update our post or carry it over to the next week, but if we tried to include everything beyond a week, we��d never get a post finished!

Thank you so much!

--Mod Rem

Fanfiction:

A Little Piece of Gundam Wing

The archive is being ported to AO3! Check it out!

AerisEithne

The Snow Queen

Days after the incident that nearly sparked a new war, Relena returns to the Sanc Kingdom to contemplate her future. She can’t help but wonder which path the perfect soldier will choose… and whether their destinies will continue to collide.

Pairings: 1xR

Warnings: Gundam Wing: Frozen Teardrop, Preventers (Gundam Wing)

@the-indomitable-bhg, Morbidbirdy

Animus

A ghost of Heero's past takes possession of his life, relationships and his identity.

Pairings: 1x3, 2xH

Warnings: Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Post-Canon, Psychological Torture, Blood and Violence, Explicit Sexual Content

@claraxbarton , @kangofu-cb

Bad Company

"The only hell and the only paradise are the ones we build ourselves." - Unknown

Years after the wars, Preventers has decided to tackle one of the most powerful and oldest of all the Terran crime syndicates. Embedded dangerously deep in an undercover operation targeting the violent and bloodthirsty Sinaloa Cartel, Trowa Barton is pushed beyond even his flexible morals - and when his new "partner" arrives in the very unexpected and unwelcome form of Duo Maxwell, the one person he'd been trying to protect at all costs, both men must deal with the realization that preserving peace for humanity is turning into a bloodsport.

What follows is race against time to uncover the evidence they need to bring Sinaloa, and its beautiful but deadly leaders, down - all while keeping each other alive in the process

Pairings: 2x3

Warnings: Violence, Post-Canon, Undercover Missions, Undercover as a Couple, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Human Trafficking, Gang Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, Moral Dilemmas

CosmicAether

Untitled GW Resistance AU

When their communicator breaks down, Duo and Trowa must survive the night before attempting to rendezvous to their extraction point. Duo confronts Trowa about their relationship that night and vow to be more honest with each other, they need only to make it home first.

Pairings: 2x3

DarkDanc3r

April Writes Playlist Challenge

30 days, 30 songs from a Spotify playlist. Characters and pairings will be at the start of each chapter.

Warnings: Tumblr Prompt, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Fix-It of Sorts, Damnit Prowl Lives

GlassAlice

The Pictures He Drew

Hiatus is over! Last chapter will be up in two weeks. Re-write of a fic posted to 1x2 yahoo groups I wrote forever ago and lost. Only the bare bones of this fic have anything to do with the first one. Hopefully this one is a bit better. Originally posted under name Duos_hallelujah. Simple get together fic with Duo being an artist.

Pairings: 1xR, 1x2

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Song Fic Kinda, Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, these boys are messed up, they need therapy, after war, the pilots trying to live their lives, 1x2, 2x1 - Freeform, 1x2x1, 1xR non con, 1x2 end game, we're back from hiatus, boys just trying to figure shit out, relena is kind of the bad guy, Sorry Not Sorry, i'm anti relena, so expect her to be treated badly, bullied duo, attempted suicide, Homophobia, Homophobic Language, language trigger warnings, a bit dark, Angst

Lithle

Like Oxygen

Five years after the war, Wufei seeks Duo out for one more mission. But Duo has his reasons for wanting to be left alone. As Wufei and Duo grow closer, so do Duo's memories of the war, and with them, the old scars and dangerous thought patterns that make even breathing seem difficult.

--Note: Originally published on FF.net, this is my 'Editor's Choice' edition. It's been edited and slightly rewritten for flow and cohesion.

Pairings: 2x5

Warnings: Unhealthy Relationships, Post War Trauma, Suicidal Thoughts, no EW, Post-War, Post-Canon, POV Duo Maxwell, Explicit Language, Sex, Duo is Broken, Wufei is Pretty Broken Too, Gritty, Get Together

Luvsanime02

Just One Day

Relena gets a surprise on her birthday.

Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Light Angst, Family Issues, Cocktail Friday

Maldoror

The Source of All Things

Center, a planet where magic and technology blend. Or more accurately, fight tooth and nail. A planet of Sources, holes in our boring dimension letting through arcane power, chaos and pseudo-deities. In this hot-house of myths and very real dangers, Trowa and Quatre find a mysterious man at the end of a shamanic voyage. Portents suggest this Heero Yuy is crucial to Center’s survival. He’s important enough to have some interesting enemies after him, at any rate: a devious killer and thief called ‘Shinigami’, and a very irate Dragon. Beyond them looms an even greater threat. Indeed, the greatest of them all.

Pairings: 3x4, 2x5, eventual 1x2x5

Warnings: Violence, alternative universe, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Plot Twists, fairly graphic depiction of sex, Mild description of self-harm, Mathematical Magic, weird science, crones - Freeform, Magic and Technology brawling and eventually screwing, Eventual Threesome, Kinda, Insanity of arcane origin, The universe is a pile of marbles and other dubious allegories

Two Halves

The two kingdoms of Sanq and Lin were at war for years; a conflagration involving magic, armies and political murder. The conflict left both nations devastated and strewn with refugees. The king of Sanq finds his infant son, lost at birth, among the death and the ruin, a miracle he barely dared to hope for. But there isn’t just one boy, there are two, clinging together like two halves of a whole that cannot be separated. Decades later, the truth behind that second child’s existence will put a hole in the world, or possibly save it.

Pairings: 1x2

Warnings: Fantasy AU, medieval setting with magic, starts with our heroes as children, Cousin Incest, sort of, eventually, being royalty this is in fact the norm and rather expected of them, Canon-Typical Violence

Margaret_Armstrong

Queen’s Rook

Rook; definition:

1. a gregarious Eurasian crow with black plumage and a bare face, nesting in colonies in treetops.

2. a chess piece, typically with its top in the shape of a battlement, that can move in any direction along a rank or file on which it stands.

Queen's Rook; definition:

(chess) A rook on the queen’s side of the board at the start of the game.

Truly, a female bodyguard is just what the Vice Foreign Minister needs. There are dangers about.

Pairings: Canon Relationships, 3x4, 2xH, 1xR

Warnings: Violence, Women Being Awesome, brothers in arms, everyone protects Quatre except Quatre, L2 forever!, The Past Never Stays Buried

@noelleian

The Pact

After seducing Quatre, the other four ex-pilots brave the uncharted waters of their new abilities and learn to cope with the unintentional gifts they were given. But as always, power requires responsibility and the humbling acknowledgement of humanity's weaknesses. The struggle to stay true to themselves becomes a dangerous and terrifying endeavor as they skirt the boundary where conscience bleeds into chaos and the dark abyss of temptation.

Pairings: 1x2x3x4x5, 3x4, 1x4, 2x4, 4x5

Warnings: Smut, Porn With Plot, OT5, Fluff, Humor, Fivesome - M/M/M/M/M, Angst, Newtypes, Possessive Behavior, Alternate Universe - Dark, Non-Graphic Violence, Alpha/Omega, Omega Verse

Green Olive

Duo's had a rough day and needs to unwind, but this time he's in the mood for some company.

Warnings: Friendship, Bromance, Underage Drinking

@noirangetrois

Cocktail Friday

This will be a collection of my Cocktail Friday snippets.

Pairings: Various

Warnings: Cocktail Friday, Alcohol

The Story of Wrong

Duo recounts his experiences during the war in order to explain... well, why he was wrong.

Pairings: 1x2

Warnings: Violence, Major Character Death, Duo POV, Angst, Drama, Tragedy, slight AU, Spoilers, very dark, Heero and Duo don't die, I promise, Yaoi, slowburn, Mental Instability, Mental Health Issues, Mental Breakdown, If those are in any way an issue for you then go ahead and skip this, Eventual Smut, VERY eventual, this is mostly canon-compliant but I've changed a couple things here and there

Outrightmight

MCU One Shot Series: After Colony 195

"It took Bucky a split second to get his bearings. The portal had spit them out into an aircraft hanger. The make and model of the one and only small jet was unfamiliar. He would have said it was of Soviet make, but the 50-foot robot idly standing in the middle of the hanger was making him second-guess himself."

Warnings: Natasha Romanov (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Duo Maxwell, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Heero Yuy, Canon-Typical Violence, One Shot

@remsyk-blog

Souls for the Bayou

For Trowa Barton, exploring the bayou is the ultimate adventure. Drawn to its borders since before he could walk, he spent his childhood learning its paths and uncovering its secrets.

But a chance encounter sets him on a path that spans across time, challenging everything he thought he knew, plunging him deeper into its mysteries than he ever thought possible.

Pairings: 2x3

Warnings: Supernatural - Freeform, Fae & Fairies, Fae Magic, Bayou, Cajun, Childhood Friends, Childhood Memories, Mystery, Slow Burn, Technically Speaking, Young Love, Use of accents, Original Character(s), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, I don't want to give it all away at once, Fandom Trumps Hate, Time Jump, Suspense, Quatre is a great friend, Mentions of Children Disappearing

Shenanigans

A Collection of my shitposts from Tumblr.

Enter looking for a good time. Expect the tags to change as more installments are added

Warnings: chat fic, shitpost, Professor!Trowa, Cooking, Pinterest, Pancakes, Exercising, Tumblr Prompt, Originally Posted on Tumblr, In depth analysis of riding dick, New Year’s Eve, Jenga, Stupid Dares, Just Heero Things

ShenLong

Bound, Bonded and Betrayed

Heero is the eldest son of the King of Colonia. His 21st birthday is approaching and as tradition dictates his betrothed is soon to arrive. However he is also bound by tradition to select his own personal slave. The events that unfold lead him down a path that not only tests his sanity but his humanity and love as well.

Pairings: 1x2, 1xR, 3x4, 13x11

Warnings: sap, Angst, Bondage, Slavery, Yaoi, Lemon, Lime, Het, Violence, Fluff, AU, OOC. - Freeform

@softnocturne

P.S. I Miss You

Quatre is missing Trowa who is off on a month-long mission.

Pairings: 3x4

Warnings: Fluff, Angst

StarLove18

Believe in Yourself

Children will live what they learn. Pain is costly, until one incident sparks a new flame of hope and a promise to persevere.

Pairings: 1&2&3&4&5

Warnings: Original Character(s), Bullying, Comfort/Angst, School, Minor Violence, Loss of Parent(s), Alternate Universe, AO3 FB Challenge

Thai_tea_addict

Abyss

Duo's not in a good situation when he falls in love with the man next door, and it goes downhill from there.

Pairings: 1x2, 2x3x4

Warnings: Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-con, Alternate Universe - Dark, Dark Character, Abuse, Stalking, Murder, Sadism, Infidelity

Warnings: DARK – please don't read if you think any of the following subject matter could hurt you: depictions of abuse, sexual assault, stalking, murder, sadism (not the fun kind).

Whenpigsfly84

Doormat Babe

A mysterious child is left with Duo one morning. As he seeks for answers he'll have to face his past and prepare for a haunting future he'd never expected. Will he be able to reconnect with old friends or will he lose all those he loves?

Pairings: 1x2, 2&H, 1x2x5, 3x4

Warnings: Violence, Drama, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Character Death, Swearing

White_fox

Life is a Highway

On an impulsive plan to travel from California to New York City to propose to his longtime girlfriend, Heero Yuy did not plan to pick up a hitchhiker in nowhere Texas. Faced with some setbacks and a growing attraction to his passenger, Heero goes through more challenges than he planned on facing.

Pairings: 1x2, 1xR

Warnings: light slash, Fluff, Road Trips, Dubious Morality

Snippets:

@lifeaftermeteor

Duo’s Apartment

@noirangetrois

Ladies Night

@weiclown

WIP

Headcanons / Meta / Discussions:

@remsyk-blog

Gundam Wing on Ao3 - Breakdown of Fanfiction stats

@terrablaze514

Ladies of Gundam Wing

Secret Magic Heero Yuy

Four Months after Mariemaia

Fanart:

@noelleian

Zero Three Zero Four

Hipster Quatre

@remsyk-blog

Duo Maxwell Hip Hop

@showtime-eric

Trowa and Quatre, Sandrock and Heavyarms

Crackposts:

@the-indomitable-bhg

BDSM

Calendar Events:

Cocktail Friday

https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/

A new prompt every Monday!

Submissions should be posted Fridays between 3 and 5pm EST, and tagged with @gwcocktailfriday

Interview with a Creator by @remsyk-blog @interview-with-a-creator

Remsyk has created an online interview for fandom creators to fill out and then she features one each week so that everyone in the fandom can learn a bit about each other.

This week features @scacao

If you haven’t filled out her interview, go! do! now!

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