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iliketangerines · 4 months

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hello! I wasn’t sure if request were open or closed but I am here to make one!

I was wondering if you you were able to make headcanons about bi Han x reader (gn) where the reader is like aerith gainsborough from ff7 just really sweet, caring and gentle with him and everyone.

could be could be nsfw or sfw, perhaps both overall really up to you! feel free to ignore / change!

to long for you

a/n: i've never played final fantasy 7, so you're just gonna have to deal with that...

pairing: bi han x gn!reader

warnings: none :)

oh, you were so sweet, so soft, and loving when Bi Han had first met you at one of Liu Kang’s meetings, sitting beside him looking almost ethereal

you were one of the god’s personal initiates at the Fire Gardens, and yet you had none of the traits of a monk, dressed in almost regal looking clothing and hair tied elegantly into a ponytail

and you glanced at him with those doe-eyes and gave him that sweet smile as Liu Kang droned on about some disturbances on Earthrealm

despite your soft-looking demeanor, you were firm, adding in your opinions to Liu Kang’s plans and disagreeing with him on certain plans

and then later, sitting in front of the Lin Kuei grounds, you watch the initiates train and Bi Han and his brothers correcting forms and basic fighting moves

you almost jolt out of your seat when you see an initiate take a too-hard beating from one of the older ones, and you walk over to the two of them before Bi Han could

it’s almost like you’re floating when you walk on over, and you gently sit down the older initiate and ask him why he was pushing the younger initiate so hard

as you talk with the initiate, nodding along and gently pushing along the conversation to get him to talk with you, you draw open the pouch by your side and start treating the younger one

your hands are gentle, firm, and experienced, fingers moving swiftly as you applied the salve and tied up the wound with a clean cloth

Bi Han fell head over heels for you, and he approaches you as the initiates walked off to continue their training

his heads felt sweaty, gross, disgusting and his heart beat inside of his chest erratically as he stared down at you

you look up at him, eyelashes catching the sun’s rays, and his voice caught in his throat as he tried to thank you for helping his initiates

instead he lets out what sounds like an irritated grunt, and you just smile up at him, holding your hand out for him to take

he gladly takes it and helps lift you up from your kneeling position and suddenly he’s eye to eye with you and feeling much more inadequate in his dusty clothing

you don’t seem to mind however and ask him to give you a tour of the grounds since you’ll be here the rest of the day as Liu Kang checks out the area around the Lin Kuei

Bi Han nods and holds his arm out for you, trying to relax his face and seem as friendly as possible, and your arm links with his and the both of you are off

your voice is so sweet, gentle, like the winds blowing over a meadow, and he explains the compounds, the history and the function behind each building

not once do you interrupt him or act rude or disgraceful and at the end of the tour, the sun has start to set in the background

Liu Kang opens the portal and beckons for you to come forth, and you unhook your arm from Bi Han’s and go to leave back to the Fire Temple

the grandmaster grabs onto your hand, face heating at the act, and he asks you when you will be back

you smile and say you’re not sure, but you will send him letters

and then you’re gone

oh but your letters come quick, and Bi Han always hurries to read each and every single one, replying even though exhaustion weighs heavy in his bones some nights

the letters are filled with drivel: your dreams, your aspirations, your days, what you ate, where you traveled, how training had been, but Bi Han treasures each and every single one of them, keeping them in the drawer of his bedroom

sometimes, you two talk about the troubles of being an Earthrealm champion, and the letters are strongly worded sometimes, making Bi Han smile

for someone so ethereal looking, you sure had quite the dirty mouth

he tells you about his brothers, his upbringing, the initiates, anything he could possibly think of because he just wants to keep writing to you

it’s easy to write to you, the words flow so easily, and your words are jumbled and messy sometimes, the letter contained crossed out words or ink blots or spelling mistakes

but it’s you, and so Bi Han doesn’t mind at the mess of the letters you send

and then a few months later, a multitude of letters exchanged between the two of you later, you come and visit again with Liu Kang on a business trip

the morning is spent in a meeting discussing the safety of Earthrealm once again and the tournament coming up in the following year

Bi Han tries his hardest not to focus on you as you watch with slanted eyes at how Liu Kang speaks and plans

you’re focused, lips pursed together, and fingers drumming softly against the wooden grain of the table

he wants to kiss you so badly, and when the meeting ends, he goes to you immediately and asks for you to walk with him

you smile and take his hand, lifting yourself up gracefully and say that you would be honored to take a walk with the grandmaster of the Lin Kuei

he takes you on a walk to the most beautiful part of the Lin Kuei, a garden filled with flowers of all kinds

a small pond murmurs in the background and the wind slightly rustles the leaves together and even the sun shines perfectly into the grounds

it’s a beautiful sight as he leads you underneath a tree, sitting down on the carved stone bench next to you and listening to your ramblings

the next few minutes are spent looking at you as you ramble and talk and rant about what has been happening at the Fire Temple

and then you roll your eyes and shake your hands and ask Bi Han how his time has been at the Lin Kuei and that he’s been awfully quiet

he just tucks a loose strand of your hair behind your ear and tells you that he was too busy admiring you

it makes you still, your eyes widen and your mouth slightly part as you stare at him in surprise, and then you stutter and say that you were admiring him too

he just tilts his head to the side and stares off to the pond sitting in front of you before saying that he liked you, wanted to kiss you

you don’t say anything as he confesses, his words are curt, short, not elegant at all, but he hopes he can get the message across that he really does like you so much that his chest hurts

he tries to be poetic, trying to compare you to the flowers or the sun, and then you cut him off with a finger against his lips, face burning

you say that you like him too, and it makes Bi Han smile a bit at your confession as well

he grabs onto your hand softly, his calloused rough hands that have seen so much blood, and your hand is soft and gentle having saved so many lives

but as he intertwines his fingers with yours, it feels so right, and you don’t make a move to get away, rather leaning in closer to bump your shoulder with his

the both of you settle into a silence, but it’s comfortable, warm, loving as the both of you just bask in each other and sit in the garden

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potatothots · 9 months

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U do dark, yandere👀??? Can I request Grandmaster Bi-han conquering a village and taking virgin!reader as concubine😗 (I'm sick I know🙃😐)

I hope this lives up to expectations! Sorry it was so late. You're not sick, either! It's fantasy!! :D Let me know how I did.

Genre: Drama

Rating: Porn with plot - NO MINORS

Pairings: dark!Bi-Han x virgin!reader

Warnings: Loss of virginity, breeding kink, talk of death, concubines, non-con

Summary: Bi-Han takes what he wants. The Lin Kuei are always repaid.

Note - I'm not your guardian. You read what you want. I can't stop you. If you don't heed the warnings, too bad for you, not me.

I wrote it, didn’t like it, rewrote some of it, and finally found something I kind of like. Edited by me, however, potatos aren’t the best at editing their own work.

It was a sunny, beautiful day when it happened. There was a chill in the air and a threat of snow on the wind, but it wasn't out of the ordinary for this time of year. You were walking the market street. The smells drew you to various vendors selling dumplings and sweet rice balls. Along with the staples you'd need for the week for yourself and your aging parents, you decided to indulge in some of the sweets. Your dad had a sweet tooth like you; he wouldn't mind.

As the sun set low on the horizon you started your journey home. There suddenly was a thundering sound. Like horrid storms, but it was coming closer too quickly to be natural. You held your bags to your chest and turned to the noise. The sight made you stop in your tracks.

More than a dozen men on horseback were charging through the street. They wore gear and masks that signaled their affiliation with the Lin Kuei. You'd never seen them in person but had heard tales of their might and savagery when they wanted something.

The villagers ran this way and that way, trying to avoid the men on horseback along with the flying debris they left behind in their wake. They smashed stalls and trampled over those unlucky souls who couldn't get away fast enough. Some had bows and arrows and took down more innocent civilians.

It wasn't until a child ran to you, tears streaming down her cheeks, that you came out of your shock. You threw down your bags and grabbed her, pulling her to safety. Only, it wasn't enough. An arrow pierced her neck. It went so far through that it stabbed your chest. The sight had you screaming in terror. You let the dead child go to run yourself.

You found yourself in an alley. Pressing your back to the wall, you watched the riders ride past the opening, paying no mind to the dark alley.

You let out a trembling breath. Your whole body shook in fear. Moving away from the wall, you turned your back to the alley entrance. You had to get to safety. You had to get home. Your parents were in danger.

As you started to run, you smacked right into a wall - no, not a wall. A giant of a man in the Lin Kuei garb accented with blue. His mask was ornate and hid everything but his expressive brown eyes.

Those eyes trailed down your face to your chest. He reached out to touch the bloody spot. His fingers were ice cold as they moved your jacket away to inspect the wound through your shirt. You shivered, backing away from him. His other hand grabbed your upper arm to hold you in place.

"Are you hurt?" He asked in a deep, gravelly voice.

Your eyes narrowed in annoyance. "Yes! You're destroying my home! Of course, I'm hurt!"

He made a face behind his mask like he was smirking. You tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened.

"Let me go. I owe you nothing." You said, trying to pull away again.

"That's where you're wrong, y/n. You owe me everything. Your family and your leader can't pay what they owe us. Instead, they hid the things most precious to them. You, I've decided to spare. You're no son, but you can be very valuable to me in other ways."

"You're wrong about my family. Maybe our leader, but my family would never do anything to be indebted to the likes of a low-life clan like the Lin Kuei."

"You have no idea, do you? I've watched you these last few years. You indulge and never ask where the money comes from. You're either naive or choose to be ignorant. Your father has land, a title, a good job, and somehow has more money than others in his position."

You pause, mulling over his words. Yes, your family might be wealthier than most in town, but your father always said it was that he was good with money. Doubt clouded his words in your head now. Was it true? Why else would they come after you?

"What will happen to the leader's family? His children? Their children?" Your voice is tiny, sticking in your throat with fear.

"We will get rid of those who won't fall in line."

His words are so casually spoken that you have to look away. Tears pour down your cheeks at the implications of his words.

You sniffle, looking back at him. "I'm no fighter. What use would I be to you?"

"You're so innocent." He cups your cheek with the hand that had been inspecting your shirt. "You don't have to be a fighter to warm my bed."

A wave of panic shot through you at his statement. You cried out a sharp "No!" before you finally managed to yank yourself away from him. Only so far could you go before you felt his cold touch again. He held his hand over your nose and mouth. His other arm was tight against your throat. The more you struggled, the more your vision went hazy.

"Yes. Fight back. It'll make this easier for me."

He kept talking, but your brain was no longer listening as you fought to keep conscious.

—

You felt yourself come to. Women were chatting in whispered voices. A few glanced your way. An older woman with gray hair moved over to the bed you were lying on. She held a kindness in her face and movements as she helped you to get up.

"You'll be Grandmaster Bi-Han's prize tonight. I need you to take a bath and clean yourself everywhere. Make sure to use the oil for your skin. Once you're done, put the robe on and come find me back here." The woman instructed while the two of you went to the bathing room. "Do you understand?"

You nodded, tears forming in your eyes again.

"Good. Now, stop crying. He wants you natural and if you keep this up your face will be blotchy and swollen."

She opened the door for you. You stepped in, stopping in the doorway to admire the beauty of the room.

"You have thirty minutes until the grandmaster is finished with his day. Relax while you clean and pamper yourself. The grandmaster has a temper. It's best not to upset him.

Here," she put some towels, washcloths, and a robe in your hands. "Calm yourself and get clean so I can dress you."

She didn't give you time to respond as she left the room, closing the door behind her.

Alone, you realized how quiet it was. The cold air was making you stiff. With a huff, you set to your task: washing and massaging the oil into your skin until you felt soft like silk. No matter what you did you couldn't stop the anger and depression. You threw on your robe and headed back to the busy room. You hoped the woman wouldn't notice your face was still puffy.

She noticed. Other than a sigh as she wiped around your eyes, she said nothing. A little powder, a simple hairstyle, and some sheer gloss highlighted your face. She dressed you in a silver cheongsam with various blues making up the embroidered bird pattern. Next, she placed a long, white fur cloak around your shoulders and shooed you away with instructions on how to get to where you needed to be.

When you reached the door it flew open, revealing a hulking presence. He peered down at you, his face set in a scowl. You shifted from one foot to another as he lazily took in your form.

"Inside," he quipped, grabbing your arm. He pulled you into the room before you had a chance to move yourself.

He walked you to the center of the sparsely decorated bedroom.

"Take off the fur."

You didn’t want to. He noticed the hesitation. Bi-Han narrowed his eyes. His hands flew up to your shoulders and pushed the cloak off.

His eyes seemed to warm as they trailed over your form. “Where did you get this outfit?”

“The old lady in the - “

“Shush. It’s perfect. Birds suit you. My colors suit you even better.”

Bi-Han took your hand in a tight grip and led you to the bed. His eyes undressed you as his hands did. You were trembling in fear. You’d never laid with a man, never even let a man see you without clothing on. As your dress fell to the floor you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. This was not how you thought your first time would go.

The grandmaster slid his hands down your sides, pausing to grip your hips. You shivered, goosebumps rising on your skin from his cold touch. His hands moved back up to your breasts. He squeezed them. A hum of appreciation sounded from him.

“You’ll do well in producing heirs.” He said flatly. His tone seemed at odds with his lust-filled expression and his exploring hands.

You bit your bottom lip and looked away. “What if I don’t?” You’d heard about women who couldn’t give male heirs. They didn’t last long.

“I’ll allow you to keep my bed warm.” he shrugged.

It wasn’t the answer you were expecting. However, you didn’t have much time to process it as he pushed you onto the bed. He crowded you, kissing and biting at your skin. It was overwhelming. There was some pleasure, but mostly pain. He was harsh in his fondling of your body. There was a slight reprieve when he sat up. You were hoping it meant he was done for some reason, but when he simply took his clothes off you knew it was going to be a long night.

He was barely any nicer to your body when he pushed his cock into your pussy. It stung and you tried to move away from him, but he held you tight.

“Stop pulling away,” he growled as he grabbed at your ankles.

“It hurts!”

Bi-Han let out a huff, repositioning himself so your legs were over his shoulders. The intensity of the new position had you crying out in shock. It hurt, but something else was taking over. Your eyes found the grandmaster’s. As cold as his touch was, his expression was burning. You’d seen boys drunk outside of alleyways, their glassy eyes a dead giveaway. That’s how Bi-Han looked. Like he was drunk and needed more. He shifted his hips slightly and you let out a shocked squeak.

“Gods, right there!” The words tumbled from your lips faster than you could even think of them.

Bi-Han smirked. “Anything for you, little bird.”

That yearning feeling in your gut was turning your thoughts into white noise. Everything came to a head all at once. The feeling seemed to explode inside of you. Your eyes squeezed shut and you were sure you said something, but it sounded like babbling to your ears. Then, you felt a wet coldness inside you. Bi-Han fucked you through your orgasm, his own triggered by yours. As his hips slowed, your brain was able to catch up with your situation. Tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Hush, now.” Bi-Han cooed, kissing the tears. “You did well, little bird. I knew you would. You were always going to be mine.” He captured your lips in a consuming kiss.

#bi han x reader #dark!bi han x reader #yandere! bi han x reader #bi han x virgin!reader #potato requests

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porcalinecunt · 11 months

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 — 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

💀 KINKTOBER EVENT

🎧 𝐁𝐈-𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐜𝐰 — sub!reader. hard dom!bi-han. ftm!reader. corruption. virginity loss. arranged marriage. masterbastion. fingering. praise kink. some degradation.

a/n: FUCK THIS TOOK A WHILE. tbh, kinda hated how this turned out but i had to feed the bi-han stans. i’ve finally finished up the lin kuei brothers, well at least for mk1. who knows, i might add hanzo from mk11 since ive been having a little crush on him >-< but anyways, enjoy! 🤍

Untouched, sensitive and a bit naive. Just like he likes them.

Marrying into the Lin Kuei was already intimidating enough, but to marry the grandmaster himself was gut wrenching. Bi-Han was a cold man, a sharp contrast to his more warm and gentle brothers. But you didn’t really have a choice, as the marriage was arranged. Although the both of you agreed to be newlyweds, you can’t even look at him in the eyes without getting nervous.

But even his stoic demeanor hid a little bit of heart. Slowly, but surely, the both of you grew comfortable with one another. Bi-Han finally letting a little loose, dropping the scary stares and intense facial expressions besides his resting bitch face. He also realized how truly fragile his new husband was, flinching easily and kind to such a fault, it would for sure get you killed. It both tugged at his heartstrings but annoyed him.

Despite the minor hiccups, it was all made up for in your skills.

You were a submissive one, doing what he wanted and whatever you knew would please him. Bi-Han was rather caught off guard, expecting to have married a typical man within other clans. But he never complained. In fact, he fucking adored it. How you would curl up with him to sleep, or sooth his injuries when he returns from intense training or a mission with his brothers. It was the first time he was treated with such tenderness that no one else besides his brothers and father had shown him, and he admittedly would relish in it.

It didn’t make it any less of a shock though, when he found out you were a virgin.

Despite being at an age where baring children was desired, you had never once made love with any other man or woman. Although, the carnal desire you withheld internally chewed away at you, worsening with your new husband stepping into your life.

His touch, his husky voice, his demeanor. It all built up into a fantasy in your head, one where he’s ruining you beyond repair. Deflowering you till the petals were crumpled and discolored, only left with the sweet smell of sex. They grew more and more explicit, until you find yourself inhaling the sheets of your shared bed while finger fucking yourself. His smell and how he left the sheets warm from his body heat made you quicken your pace, desperately chasing your high.

However, a cold and large hand grabbed your sore wrist. You jump, looking up to meet your husband gaze. Bi-Han stared you down, not letting go of your wrist. Immediately, he crawled into bed and pressed a desperate kiss against your lips. You gasped in shock, struggling to keep up with his movements. Your husband then gently bit down on your bottom lip, forcing a moan out of you.

“Ah? I didn’t do a thing and your already falling apart..?”

He practically growled in your ear, already palming your soaked pussy while playing with your clit with his thumb. You crossed your legs together, squirming from the foreign feeling. You moaned while he continued to fill your mouth with his tongue, loud muffled pleas filling his ears and going straight to his dick. He smirked against your lips, placing one harsh slap against your cunt, watching you flinch. Quickly tearing off any other piece of clothing that may be in the way, making you gasp out loud. Bi-Han spread your thighs apart, while quickly undressing himself.

“Bi-Han..I—“

You were cut off by the loud sound of your gown being torn open, as your husband made quick work of stripping you till you were bare. He stopped for a second, staring down at the view in front of him.

Your eyes were tearing up, while your face grew flushed out of embarrassment. Your chest rising up and down with your legs apart, exposing your soaked cunny that begs to be taken care of. And taken care of it was.

He wastes no time, grabbing the back of your thighs and pushing them till your practically bent over as he sinks into you. You winced, crying out from the sudden feeling of being stretched open by your husband’s length. You threw your head back as Bi-Han traced his lips against your exposed neck, catching your lips in a passionate kiss. His thrusts were sharp, the sound of skin slapping against one another filled the room.

“You feel amazing y/n..fuck, why did you keep this away from me..?”

The grandmaster chuckes, drinking up the pretty sounds you made. He started at your face, which was already fucked out with tiny ‘Ah, ah, ah..’ sounds spilling off your tongue. Your body twitching as you kept clenching around Bi-Han’s cock, almost like your body was reacting on its own.

“So cute, your first time and your already taking me like a good boy—shit..!”

He sped up, forcing more drawn out moans and whines out of your throat. You already felt your orgasm growing closer and closer, causing you to tug at your bedsheets and start begging. You had no clue what an orgasm was like, but it didn’t matter if it costed your purity or your fragile body. It felt too damn good to miss.

Unable to babble out anymore pleas to let you cum, you crept your shakey hands down to meet your ruined cunt, spreading your lips apart as Bi-Han’s cock still rested inside of you. The grandmaster stopped dead in his tracks, in awe at what his naive husband was doing. All with a look on his face that was a stark contrast to what obscene acts he was doing.

He chuckles again, this time, meeting your doe eyes with his full of carnal desire.

“Minx.”

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izunaweek · 11 months

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IZUNA WEEK 2024 PROMPTS

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Uchiha Izuna Week 2024 Prompt List:

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book--brackets · 2 months

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Her Majesty's Royal Coven by Juno Dawson (2022-present)

Hidden among us is a secret coven of witches. They are Her Majesty’s Royal Coven. They protect crown and country from magical forces and otherworldly evil. But their greatest enemy will come from within.

There are whisperings of a prophecy that will bring the coven to its knees, and five best friends are about to be caught at the centre. Life as a modern witch was never simple … but now it’s about to get apocalyptic.

Gormenghast by Mervyn Peake (1946-1959)

Starts with the birth and ends with the first birthday celebrations of the heir to the grand, tradition-bound castle of Gormenghast. A grand miasma of doom and foreboding weaves over the sterile rituals of the castle. Villainous Steerpike seeks to exploit the gaps between the formal rituals and the emotional needs of the ruling family for his own profit.

Vespertine by Margaret Rogerson (2021)

The dead of Loraille do not rest.

Artemisia is training to be a Gray Sister, a nun who cleanses the bodies of the deceased so that their souls can pass on; otherwise, they will rise as spirits with a ravenous hunger for the living. She would rather deal with the dead than the living, who trade whispers about her scarred hands and troubled past.

When her convent is attacked by possessed soldiers, Artemisia defends it by awakening an ancient spirit bound to a saint’s relic. It is a revenant, a malevolent being that threatens to possess her the moment she drops her guard. Wielding its extraordinary power almost consumes her—but death has come to Loraille, and only a vespertine, a priestess trained to wield a high relic, has any chance of stopping it. With all knowledge of vespertines lost to time, Artemisia turns to the last remaining expert for help: the revenant itself.

As she unravels a sinister mystery of saints, secrets, and dark magic, her bond with the revenant grows. And when a hidden evil begins to surface, she discovers that facing this enemy might require her to betray everything she has been taught to believe—if the revenant doesn’t betray her first.

The Unwritten by Mike Carey (2010-2015)

Tom Taylor's life was screwed from go. His father created the Tommy Taylor fantasy series, boy-wizard novels with popularity on par with Harry Potter. The problem is Dad modeled the fictional epic so closely to Tom's real life that fans are constantly comparing him to his counterpart, turning him into the lamest variety of Z-level celebrity. In the final novel, it's even implied that the fictional Tommy will crossover into the real world, giving delusional fans more excuses to harass Tom.

When an enormous scandal reveals that Tom might really be a boy-wizard made flesh, Tom comes into contact with a very mysterious, very deadly group that's secretly kept tabs on him all his life. Now, to protect his own life and discover the truth behind his origins, Tom will travel the world, eventually finding himself at locations all featured on a very special map -- one kept by the deadly group that charts places throughout world history where fictions have impacted and tangibly shaped reality, those stories ranging from famous literary works to folktales to pop culture. And in the process of figuring out what it all means, Tom will find himself having to figure out a huge conspiracy mystery that spans the entirety of the history of fiction.

Leven Thumps by Obert Skye (2005-2009)

Fourteen-year-old Leven Thumps (a.k.a. Lev) lives a wretched life in Burnt Culvert, Oklahoma. But his life is about to change and his destiny be fulfilled as he learns about a secret gateway that bridges two worlds -- the real world and Foo, a place created at the at the beginning of time in the folds of the mind that makes it possible for mankind to dream and hope, aspire and imagine. But Foo is in chaos, and three transplants from that dreamworld have been sent to retrieve Lev, who alone has the power to save Foo.Enter Clover, a wisecracking, foot-high sidekick; Winter, a girl with a special power of her own; and Geth, the rightful heir to Foo. Their mission: to convince Lev that he has the power to save Foo. Can this unique band of travelers help Lev overcome his doubt? Will Lev find the gateway in time? Or will Sabine and his dark shadows find the gateway first and destroy mankind?

By the Sword by Mercedes Lackey (1991)

Granddaughter of the sorceress Kethry, daughter of a noble house, Kerowyn had been forced to run the family keep since her mother's untimely death. Yet now at last her brother was preparing to wed, and when his bride became the lady of the keep, Kerowyn could return to her true enjoyments - training horses and hunting.

But all Kerowyn's hopes and plans were shattered when her anscestral home was attacked, her father slain, her brother wounded, and his fiancee kidnapped. Drive by desperation and the knowledge that a scorcerer had led the journey which would prove but he first step on the road to the fulfillment of her destiny.

Dungeon Crawler Carl by Matt Dinniman (2020-present)

It's the most-watched game show in the galaxy!

In a flash, every human-erected construction on Earth--from Buckingham Palace to the tiniest of sheds to all the trucks and cars--collapses in a heap, sinking into the ground.

The buildings and all the people inside, they've all been atomized and transformed into the dungeon: an 18-level labyrinth filled with traps, monsters, and loot. A dungeon so enormous, it circles the entire globe.

Only a few dare venture inside. But once you're in, you can't get out. And what's worse, each level has a time limit. You have but days to find a staircase to the next level down, or it's game over. In this game, it's not about your strength or your dexterity. It's about your views and your followers. It's about building an audience and killing those goblins with style.

You can't just survive here. You gotta survive big.

You gotta fight with vigor, with excitement. You gotta make them stand up and cheer. And if you do have that "it" factor, you may just find yourself with a following. That's the only way to truly survive in this game, with the help of the loot boxes dropped upon you by the generous benefactors watching from across the galaxy.

They call it Dungeon Crawler World. But for Carl, it's anything but a game.

Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (Mo Dao Zu Shi) by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu (2016)

Wei Wuxian was once one of the most outstanding men of his generation, a talented and clever young cultivator who harnessed martial arts, knowledge, and spirituality into powerful abilities. But when the horrors of war led him to seek a new power through demonic cultivation, the world’s respect for his skills turned to fear, and his eventual death was celebrated throughout the land.

Years later, he awakens in the body of an aggrieved young man who sacrifices his soul so that Wei Wuxian can exact revenge on his behalf. Though granted a second life, Wei Wuxian is not free from his first, nor the mysteries that appear before him now. Yet this time, he’ll face it all with the righteous and esteemed Lan Wangji at his side, another powerful cultivator whose unwavering dedication and shared memories of their past will help shine a light on the dark truths that surround them.

The Unicorn Chronicles by Bruce Coville (1994-2010)

As each chime sounds, Cara climbs faster up the steep bell tower. Eleven! She must be on the roof when the next bell tolls. Twelve! With a deep breath, and only half believing she will survive, Cara jumps off the church roof and into Luster, land of the unicorns.

In Luster, Cara meets many wonderful creatures, but the most magnificent of all is Lightfoot, a rebellious young unicorn. Cara's band of friends comes to include a hairy creature named the Dimblethum and the monekey-like Squijim. Together, they set out to reach the Unicorn Queen before the mysterious man who is following them does - to prevent the destruction of all unicorns forever.

The Saint of Steel by T. Kingfisher (2020-2023)

Stephen's god died on the longest day of the year...Three years later, Stephen is a broken paladin, living only for the chance to be useful before he dies. But all that changes when he encounters a fugitive named Grace in an alley and witnesses an assassination attempt gone wrong. Now the pair must navigate a web of treachery, beset on all sides by spies and poisoners, while a cryptic killer stalks one step behind...

#best fantasy book #poll #her majesty's royal coven #gormenghast #vespertine #the unwritten #leven thumps #by the sword #dungeon crawler carl #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #the unicorn chronicles #the saint of steel

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Songs that make your heart bigger, go thumpthump, make you hug whoever’s closest

Hey. Thanks for this. This playlist was a lot of fun to work on.

SUNBURST

These songs all make me feel. Big. Somehow. Idk man. I feel love most ardently or what have you.

I hope these songs also give you that Peridot feeling.

Loser- Jagwar Twin

something will happen- berlioz

Girl In The Orchestra- HONNE

Preach- Keiynan Lonsdale

Will You Love Me Tomorrow/Head Over Feet- Glee Cast

I Got You- whatever mike

Closer- POWERS

Vienna- Billy Joel

Make It Better- Anderson .Paak ft. Smokey Robinson

The Gambler- fun.

How Deep Is Your Love- PJ Morton ft. Yebba

I Really Love You- Gibbz

Stupid Shit- Girlicious

Almost (Sweet Music)- Hozier

Fisherman's Horizon- Final Fantasy VIII

Ghost of Chicago- Noah Floersch

Pink + White- Frank Ocean

Pink Pony Club- Chappell Roan

It RUns Through Me- Tom Misch ft. De La Soul

Cupid (Twin Version)- FIFTY FIFTY

fake.guitars- lost spaces

King Of My Heart- Sub-Radio

Good Bye- Victoria Monet

Downtown- Macklemore & Ryan Lewis ft. Melle Mel, Grandmaster Caz, Kool Moe Dee and Eric Nally

Must Have Done Something Right- Relient K

Build a Boat- Colton Dixon

Lite Weight- Anderson .Paak ft. The Free Nationals United Fellowship Choir

Remember Summer Days (Night Tempo Showa Groove Mix)- Anri, Night Tempo

Special- Lizzo

Mama Say- Betty Who

This playlist is one that's gonna grow, I can feel it. Thanks for planting something special.

#Diebrarian #ask meme #playlist meme #fresh jamz

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unreliablenarratorpoll · 1 year

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and here's the long awaited match-ups! for the sake of readability, here it is in text form:

Left Side:

1: The Narrator (Fight Club) VS Richard Papen (The Secret History)

2: Belgarath the Sorcerer (The Belgariad) VS Lain Iwakura (Serial Experiments Lain)

3: Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) VS Greg Heffley (Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

4: Patrick Bateman (American Psycho) VS Drosselmeyer (Princess Tutu)

5: Kuruto Ryuki (AI: The Somnium Files – Nirvana Initiative) VS Ishmael (Moby Dick)

6: Amy Elliot-Dunne (Gone Girl) VS Victor Frankenstein (Frankenstein)

7: Mary Katherine Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle) VS Odysseus (The Odysseus)

8: Pi Patel (Life of Pi) VS Alice Liddel (Alice: Madness Returns)

9: Jamie Taylor (The Haunting of Bly Manor) VS Jonny d'Ville (The Mechanisms)

10: Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb) VS Elena Gilbert (The Vampire Diaries)

11: Wei Wuxian (Mo Dao Zu Shi/Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation) VS The Batter (OFF)

12: Charlotte Wiltshire (Hello Charlotte) VS Yuki Takeya (School-Live!)

13: Eleanor Vance (The Haunting of Hill House) VS Cloud Strife (Final Fantasy VII)

14: Louis de Point du Lac (Interview With The Vampire) VS Harrier Du Bois (Disco Elysium)

15: Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games) VS Will Navidson (House of Leaves)

16: Maebara Keiichi (Higurashi: When They Cry) VS Emperor Kuzco (The Emperor's New Groove)

Right Side:

17: Holden Caulfield (Catcher in the Rye) VS Ethan Frome (Ethan Frome)

18: Kayleigh (We Had To Remove This Post) VS Attolis Eugenides (Queen's Thief)

19: Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson and the Olympians) VS Mapleshade (Warriors)

20: The Narrator (Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo) VS Offred (The Handmaid's Tale)

21: Nick Carraway (The Great Gatsby) VS Zampanò (House of Leaves)

22: Steven Crain (The Haunting of Hill House) vs David Wong (John Dies At The End)

23: Renata Ghali (Planetfall) VS Johnny Truant (House of Leaves)

24: Mfer From Telltale Heart (The Tell-Tale Heart) VS Meursault (The Stranger)

25: Ted (I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream) VS The Narrator (The Stanley Parable)

26: Genly Ai (The Left Hand of Darkness) VS Hiroshi Odokawa (Odd Taxi)

27: Frankenstein's Monster (Frankenstein) VS Varric Tethras (Dragon Age 2)

28: Cadi My Friend Cadi (Real Life) VS John The Apostle (The Bible)

29: Pelafina Heather Lièvre (House of Leaves) VS Johnny Silverhand (Cyberpunk 2077)

30: Rodion Raskolnikov (Crime and Punishment) VS Marco (Animorphs)

31: Flannery Culp (The Basic Eight) VS Daniil Dankovsky (Pathologic)

32: Cecil Palmer (Welcome To Night Vale) VS Mr. Stevens (The Remains of the Day)

#unreliable narrator poll #thanks for your patience etc etc ... this was a lot of typing it hurt my stupid wrists. but still i endure

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Devotion

After a long shift doing paperwork, Jean finally manages to leave the Headquarters at a reasonable time. Well, reasonable for her. The moon wasn’t setting. That’s all that mattered! The Acting Grandmaster was thrilled by the idea of having time to read the novel Lisa gave her, but the moment of fantasy was quickly forgotten when she noticed her sister, Barbara, walking down the church steps alone.

Jean:Barbara?

Barbara:Huh? Oh, s-Jean; hello.

Jean:You were working this late?

Barbara:I like to practice in private at times. I wasn’t expecting to run into you tonight. I guess that means work was light for you.

Jean:(Hehe. “For you”) Yeah you could say that. Want me to walk you home? It can be dangerous at night.

Barbara:Oh I wouldn’t want to take up your time or anyt-

Jean held out her hand and she could see a glimmer in Barbara’s eyes. Their relationship was awkward to say the least, but it would be a waste to not take this opportunity to spend a little time together. Her younger sister took hand and they began walking. Jean was still a little concerned about Barabara going home alone, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized there’s no way Rosaria isn’t just far enough away to not be noticed. Then there was Diluc. Oh Diluc… He might be doing his “second job” by now.

Jean glanced over to Barbara. It wasn’t uncommon for strained silence to fall between them, but the girl typically tried for a short conversation. Jean was surprised to see her sister carrying a look of worry in her eyes.

Jean:What’s wrong?

Barbara:Hmm? Oh, it’s- it’s nothing.

Jean:Doesn’t sound like nothing. You’re making the same face Klee and Sucrose tends to make when something unexpectedly goes wrong.

Barbara:I…I don’t want to trouble you with it. It’s pretty silly in all honesty.

Jean:…Try me. I’ve dealt from lost cats to fish blasting. A problem is a problem. Acting Grand Master to citizen, or sister to sister, I want to listen to you worries. *smiles*

Barbara:*red*…It’s Venti.

Jean:Wh-What about the bard?

Barbara:….

Silence had never spoken more words. Jean saw the two occasionally hang out together and sing. Venti had even been his playful self to Barbara in front of Jean, but she never considered the girl’s flustered responses to be signs of mutual affection! That couldn’t be it, right!?

Jean:Oh, I see. So are you two…

Barbara: No no no! We just..enjoy each other’s music and stuff.

Jean: (Figures. Forgive me Venti for doubting you.) What’s the issue? A musical disagreement?

Barbara:No. For some time now, he visits the church for me to heal minor injuries, drop off some food, or pray despite the fact I’m certain he’s dozing off instead. Most of the time he’s really there to see me.

Jean:Ah, so he’s getting in the way of your work.

Barbara:Well…yes and no. Physically he isn’t. In fact, he’s helped me and the other sisters on multiple occasions. Mentally however…*blushes* I find myself thinking about him more and more to the point it does affect my work.

Jean:(I was right the first time!?) You.. have feelings for Venti the bard?

Barbara: I wasn’t sure at first. I just knew I felt guilty that I wasn’t focused like I should be. Two weeks ago it reached a boiling point where I completely forgot to finish a choir arrangement! We had to postpone the performance an entire week.

Jean:That’s not too bad, all things considered.

Barbara:But it was avoidable if I had been more diligent. That entire week I wanted to do nothing but focus on creating the best arrangement without distractions, but my mind kept wandering. I got so frustrated I started praying to Barbatos himself to help deal with my feelings!

Jean:…Did you now? How’d that go?

Barbara:To my surprise, I think he might’ve been listening. I didn’t suddenly focus better, but Venti didn’t show up to the church like he usually does. He’s..still not showing up. I saw him once but as quickly as he greeted me, he left because he said he had to go apple picking. It’s not that I didn’t believe him, but I felt…a distance; physically and metaphorically. He always got right next to me but that time he was out of arms reach.

Jean:Arms reach, hmm.

Barbara:It hasn’t stopped either. I know what I’m saying sounds more than a little ridiculous but it feels like my prayers were answered by Venti not wanting to see me as much. That’s…not what I meant though. I liked when he visited, even if I didn’t say so all the time. How could I when he was doing something like scraping his knee or sleeping? Not to mention him near the holy lyre makes me nervous.

Jean:(Has the magic not warn off yet!?) If a prayer is what did this, then why don’t you pray again?

Barbara:I don’t want to be ungrateful! I shouldn’t have bothering praying to Barbatos about something that was my mistake in the first place. *drops head* Maybe this is his form or of punishment for me? That or…Venti doesn’t want to see me anymore; at least not in the way I realized how I liked seeing him.

The two finally made it to Barbara’s house and stopped in front of the door. Poor girl looked so defeated. Jean didn’t have much trust in her own abilities when it came to romantic problems, but she knew without a doubt Venti heard the prayer and proceeded to act accordingly. Jean rested her hands on Barbara’s slouched shoulders and had the girl look her in the eyes.

Jean:Barbara, I say with certainty the Anemo Archon would never punish someone as caring and devoted as you. As for Venti, I also have no doubts he thinks you’re wonderful. He’s told me before you are a wonderful person to sing beside.

Barbara:*red* You two have talked about me?

Jean:On occasion if we run into each other. His exact feelings for you I can’t say because I’m not too sure, but I know the way he looks at you and says your name. Venti cherishes you.

Barbara:Are you saying I should talk to him about it?

Jean:I’m sure that will help. Buuuut, I also think you should pray to Barbatos again. Even if this was some lesson, which I highly doubt, I believe you know better than anyone how kind he is. Coincidence or not, it would give you better peace of mind.

Barbara:Yeah…*gentle smile* Yeah! I’m the Deaconess. I can’t let this shake me and do nothing about it. What example would that set?

Jean:That too, but frankly I meant to do this more yourself. No one would judge you.

Barbara:Oh, hehe. I guess that’s true.

Jean:(Is this how the Knights feel talking to me?) I wish you the best of luck, Barbara. Stop by anytime to tell how things are going.

Barbara:Okay, I will! Also, thank you for this. It means more than I can explain.

Jean:The feeling is mutual.

She gets a surprise hug from Barbara. It didn’t take long before Jean wrapped her arms around the girl gently. Barbara had grown up before Jean had gotten the chance to notice, but she was a little happy she could still help with problems like these. Their hug ended, and Barbara finally went inside.

All things considered, that went well. A normal person would pat themselves on the back and head home. Jean desperately wanted to be that normal person, but deep down not only was she still a tad concerned, but she also was way more invested in this love story than the book Lisa gave her. Against her own will, Jean found herself hurrying over to Angel Share.

xxxxx

The door open with a single push as Jean hurried in. The normal customers were around drinking their fill like usual. That included Venti, who was face down at the bar in front of Diluc; the fiery redhead locked eyes with Jean.

Diluc:Well this isn’t something I see everyday.

Jean:I’m not hear to drink.

Diluc:I meant you off work this early.

Jean:So is Kaeya just sharing my overtime hours or something? Also I thought you’d be “working” by now.

Diluc:I… am working.

Jean:If you say so. Anyways, I’m not here about that. I’m here for Venti. *gently shakes him* If he’s conscious that is.

Venti:Mmm, hmm? Oh, hi Venessa.

Jean:E-Excuse me?

Venti:What? Oh, I’m sorry. *sits up* didn’t have my wits about me. You remind me of her at times.

At first, Jean was a little worried about Barbara unknowingly liking their alcoholic deity, but Jean would be lying if she said his little mistake just now didn’t made her very happy inside. She couldn’t let that distract her though! Now was the time to be diligent!

Jean:Diluc, could you possibly give us some space? I have a delicate, personal matter to discuss with Venti.

Diluc:Is it about Barbara?

Jean:…

Diluc:He begged me to bartend tonight to wear his heart on his sleeve. In my eyes it’s more like drowning his sorrows.

Jean:So he isn’t typically this drunk?

Diluc:Well…at the very least he’s a happy drunk. Today he’s sung no song and has kept to himself.

Venti:I’m right here you two. So Barbara went as far as to talk to you? I guess this is the perfect time to apologize to you properly, Jean. I’m sorry for my behavior. I’ve caused your sister unnecessary stress. *bows*

Jean:Lord B- Venti, raise your head! There’s no need to bow to me, ever!

Venti:Ehe, I guess that would be weird for you, wouldn’t it? My bad.

Jean:So you did hear Barbara’s prayer?

Venti:Loud and clear, just like all the others that say my name. Honestly I didn’t realize I had started to be a burden. I got a little caught up in the moment of seeing her.

Jean:..Why do you see my sister often? Is it because of her devotion to the church?

Venti:Not specifically. It’s not her devotion to the Anemo Archon if that’s what you mean. Her dedication to the job itself, much like your own, is very admirable. Barbara is awfully kind yet stern when she has to be. Yet somehow she knows how to be uplifting and has an air about her that’s so refreshing to see. It’s hard not to feel at ease when you’re around her.

Diluc:That’s high praise coming for you.

Venti:Countless people would echo my sentiments.

Jean:Yet yours would resonate loudest. I can understand your choice but I feel like you should’ve known Barbara wouldn’t. I’d go as far as to say nobody in Mondstadt is as emotionally intelligent as you, and not for the reasons you’d assume. As her sister, I ask you to be more earnest with her. As your friend, I implore you to be more kind to yourself.

Venti:And as a citizen…?

Jean:*smiles* I hope the god I admire always experiences the same peace he so graciously fought to protect in the name of his people.

Jean pulled out a small but heavy bag of mora and put it on the counter before walking towards the door.

Jean:This enough to clear his tab?

Venti:!? Normally I’d feel honored but you really shouldn’t-

Diluc:Consider it clear. It’ll fill up again soon enough.

Jean:That’s fine. The wine here is good after all. I just hope the next few bottles will be for a merrier occasion.

The proud knight finally left, leaving Diluc to watch Venti slowly put his head back down and sigh.

Diluc:I hope you know you’re cut off for the night.

Venti:Fine by me. I’m sobering up.

Diluc:You’ve seemed sober for a while now.

Venti:Emotionally, Diluc. Emotionally… Thanks for being here.

Diluc:…It’s my tavern.

Venti:(Oh boy…how to handle this? It’s too late now but maybe tomorrow I’ll catch her before work and-”

“Lord Barbatos, please hear my prayers…”

Venti:….

xxxxxx

“I know what I’m about to say might make me seem pretty fickle as of late. To be honest, I’m not even sure if what’s happened is your will or pure coincidence. Either way, Venti has stopped talking to me lately. Now I know last time I was practically begging to clear my thoughts of him so I could continue doing my best, but…I was wrong to do so. He just might bring out my best. Or at least.. my joy; a joy that I don’t want to lose. Now that I see how that might be over I….…… Please. Please don’t let it be over. I want to see him; truly see him. I know it’s greedy and again, fickle of me, but it’s the truth. May the wind lead.”

xxxxx

The girl undid her hands and wiped her face of welling tears that threatened to fall. Already in her nightgown and hair undone, she stood up after praying by her bedside to try and rest her mind. However, a sudden knock at the door caught the girl’s attention and she made her way down stairs to see who it was; assuming it had to be her sister.

As she cracked the door open to peek, her heart nearly stopped. Barbara opened it slowly to see Venti standing there with Cecilia flowers in his hand. The boy stood rather rigid and had a flushed color across his face. Though he tried to hide it by looking at the ground with a bow.

Venti:H-Hello. I know it’s pretty late but I wanted to apologize if I’ve been pretty distant lately. I could see how stressed you were about the choir situation and I could sorta see I wasn’t really helping the situation by bothering you so I thought it would be best to-

Barbara: Hic

Venti looked up and gasped, seeing the Deaconess of the church crying before his eyes, her face growing red. Years of living, but Venti was ill equipped to deal with a girl crying so meekly in this situation. He try to hold in his panic to not wake anyone as he wrestled with the idea to hug her in this situation or not.

Venti:Hey now. Please don’t cry! I’m- I’m sorry. I should’ve said something to you.

Barbara:No, it’s not your fault. I just.. I don’t know why I thought for some reason you might hate me!

Venti:I could never hate you….

His voice, so calming, so certain of those words. His eyes stared at her with a familiar gentleness and sincerity as she felt his left hand brush away her tears while she calmed down. Venti finally flashed a smile as he put the flowers in her hand to clutch tightly. Barbara couldn’t help but feel a little silly inside, but silently she understood Venti wouldn’t think so at all. Barbara finally returned his smile.

A sense of ease hit them both. Venti gave a small curtsy, his job completed. As he turned to let the girl get some well deserved rest, he froze as he felt warmth grab his right hand. Venti dared to turn back around and look at her puffy eyes and flushed face under the moonlight that somehow managed to melt and break his heart. It was moments like these he envied mortals. He had no one to pray to; nobody at all to grant him strength. Though he may be the god of freedom, Venti understood himself well enough to know he was completely at the mercy of Barbara’s words. He could feel his heart race and hoped his redness was mistaken for drinking. It would all me over if he heard her say…

Barbara:Don’t go. Can we talk some more?

Venti:Barbara I-

Barbara:Please? Stay with me.

Maybe he had grown weaker than he thought? Perhaps it was the wine, or the simple truth he understood how courage it took her to say that. Regardless of the reason, Venti let those word’s echo in his heart like a lost hymn; he let it play out as he followed behind Barbara into her home. Tonight in the land of the Anemo Archon, Venti the bard was given a sanctuary by a woman who without realizing it had answered his prayers. A prayer to be welcomed in lovingly with open arms; like he was so many years ago by another with a song in their heart.

#genshin impact #barbara pegg #jean gunnhildr #diluc ragnvindr #venti the bard #lord barbatos #venbara #genshin ships

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10 Fanfiction Recs

In honor of IFD 2024 and @ao3org organizing the feedback fest, here are 10 fanfiction from my bookmarks (all complete, lots of oldies) spread across as many fandoms as I read.

Scylla and Charybdis by Mithrigil, puella_nerdii Fandom: The Hunger Games "Finnick decides that, come hell or high water, he is bringing his tribute home from the seventieth Hunger Games. That tribute is Annie Cresta. But Finnick never thought that he would have to choose between bringing her home and keeping her safe, and he wants both. How Annie Cresta crept up on Finnick Odair."

I heard Hunger Games was back in fashion, so have this fic from 2011 that's just so good.

Primary Colors by RobotSquid Fandom: Homestuck (no, I am not apologizing!) "As a young troll living in the desert with the Dolorosa, the Signless comes across an unconscious psionic wriggler. Over the next few nights, they come to understand and care for each other. Although seemingly destined to be apart, they make a promise to be together again. But the destructive ways of the highbloods are becoming more widespread, and as the Signless begins to dream, he dedicates himself to regaining the peaceful world Alternia once was. But troll society as it stands now holds no sympathy for a candy red mutant, a psionic slave, or the matespritship they have."

A canon-compliant (I think, I stopped reading Homestuck around this time) story about the Signless that's full of great world building and honestly I don't remember much but I have it on my bookmarks list for a reason, I'm sure.

A Long Road to Destiny by Miko Fandom: Final Fantasy VII (set in Final Fantasy X verse) "The summoner's journey is a long, hard path to walk. Having guardians you trust makes all the difference in the world."

The story follows Cloud, who is half Al-Behd, as he makes his pilgrimage to be a summoner. Early on, he's joined by Sephiroth, a former Summoner, and Zack, who wants to be Sepiroth's guardian, and the three begin quite the epic adventure to save Spira.

Immovable, unbreakable by Cards_Slash Fandom: Assassin's Creed "Altair has known since he was thirteen years old, the year he realized he was an omega, that his body was never going to be his own. He thought he had overcome his own fate when Al Mualim agreed to allow him to stay on as an Assassin but even becoming the youngest Master Assassin ever did not save him. Following the semi-failed mission at Solomon's Temple, Altair is gifted to Malik as a reward for his service. Malik doesn't want Altair but he does not turn down the chance to show him his place."

A retelling of the first game if Altair was an omega, lost his assassin status, was summarily married off to Malik, and had to work around all that to still solve the mystery and save the day. Altair is truly the biggest badass in this story, and the historical perspective on an Omegaverse is truly neat.

Teach Me How to Fight (I'll Show You How to Win) by Skalidra Fandom: Batman (DCU) "Dick is taken by the Court after his parents' death to be trained as a Talon. He becomes loyal, deadly, and the Court's primary Talon. At least until he meets a boy from the Court's secondary, darker kind of servant who gets assigned to be his partner, and makes him start to care about things other than serving the Court. Tim, a boy-genius member of the Court, could have told anyone who listened that pairing Talon with the other boy - Jason - was a poor decision, and the fact that the Grandmaster of the Court doesn't listen, at all, is something he's finding less and less tolerable."

I love this fic so much that it was my first attempt at fanfiction binding.

Oh, You Wondrous Creature by Ginia Fandom: Final Fantasy XV "Ignis Scientia had learned at a young age to perform his duties quietly and flawlessly. He learned not to draw undue attention to himself, as attention had often lead to pain and humiliation at the hands of those who considered themselves to be his betters.

He has no idea what to do when the attentions of one Gladiolus Amicitia are directed at him. He expects harshness and cruelty, but is met with something quite the opposite."

This is classic frenemies to lovers scenario. Ignis and Gladio start off disliking each other, but as Gladio uncovers more about the discrimination Ignis endures, he shapes up to be a friend, ally, and eventual lover for the steward.

Someone You Have To Let In by Arsenic Fandom: Batman (DCU) "Basically a horribly sideways BDSM-AU where Talia actually raises Jason from the dead to use him to get Damian to safety. If you're looking for super indulgent h/c, I got your back. If you're not, this is probably not the fic for you."

This was my introduction to the BDSM-AU, also called the Dom/sub AU, where people have biological imperatives towards either dominance or submission. The world building here is especially great, as there's parts that talk about how you raise kids in this kind of dynamic. Also I love me some Dick/Jason so there.

Holding Cell by red-catmander Fandom: Guild Wars 2 "Rytlock Brimstone is trapped in a human jail with a hairless mouse, a talking plant intent on infuriating him and a headache the size of the Black Citadel. Now he's stuck fighting in the arena, buying his freedom one slog at a time, and the only thing awaiting him when he gets out is scrapper duty.

He hates these people. He's sure of it. Especially Thackeray.

He really, really wants to hate these people."

Listen, this fic is hilarious. Like funnier than anything Snargle Goldclaw could write (if you know you know). It's Rytlock/Logan in like the crackiest way possible and while I unironically love this fic to pieces, it's main use in my life is to deal 1d6 of psychic damage to members of my GW2 guild.

Maan'alor - The Prime by papermachine Fandom: Star Wars (Prequel Trilogy Era) "Jango Vhett was Mand’alor only briefly to the Mandalorian Empire before he was captured by the Jetii and Republic forces on Galidraan.

Now an unwilling guest on Kamino, he is buir to Boba and he fears his protection can only stretch so far for the rest of the children made in his image. Jango doesn’t know if he can save all of the clones from the Kaminoans or the Republic, but he does know this: Verde sa akaan nau tracyn kad. Warriors are forged in the fires of war.

These children are made for war, and they have been fighting to stay alive since their creation.

He will do what he must to save them."

The series is ongoing, and this is technically the third installment in the series, but it's a great place to start reading. The series follows various characters in this AU where the Sith Empire, the Mandalorian Empire, and the Republic are all at war with each other. Meanwhile, an unwilling Jango is template to the clones, and he is NOT happy about is. But rebellions are built in secret, and Jango never was a very good spy.

hope has bloody knuckles by independent_variables Fandom: Star Wars (Clone Wars Era) "Davijaan discovers mountains, thinks about the war, and maybe falls in love."

I think some people are turned off from this fic because it's a relationship between Davijaan (Odd Ball) and an OC, but the main focus is on Davijaan and Cody's relationship with each other as clones, as having survived the Clone Wars with no Order 66. There's also some lovely word building around Pantora which is the real appeal of the fic, imo. And of course Loren herself is easy to like, with a strong personality and well developed character. You really want to root for her and Davi as the story goes on. Like, come on you two idiots! Figure it out! I do love this fic very much.

Oh my gosh picking only 10 fics was hard. Here's my bookmarks page if you want to see what else I'm reading.

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