#god works hard but fanfic authors work harder

[anxiety-thyme]

every fanfic author has apperantly decided to upload new chapters in the last five minutes

Also, if you haven’t read anything from Dinosuns, todobakutodo hours, or Lelex and you read todobaku BNHA fanfic you are missing out. Might I suggest:

Dinosuns for the lols

Anarchy by any other name

The mix up

Stay tuned

Mailed It

Not bready for it

On Brand

Can’t you hear my heart heart beat loud, I won’t live this down

Lelex for the feels

Hell was the journey but it brought me heaven

Fist fightin’ with fire just to get close to you

Honesty is like a kiss on the lips (come closer and I’ll tell you exactly how it is)

Wanna put my tender heart in a blender

The delicate calculus of my heart

Todobakutodo for the soft soft soft

so many things but the todobaku soft hours series is killer

[avida-heidia-5]

Thanks muchly for the tag, @kaossbells! That was quite a challenge! I had to think really long and hard about some of these questions. 😮‍💨🥰😘

20 Questions for Fic Writers

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

A measly 5. Yeeeeaaaah…I really need to post more stories more often! 😅 I’m more of an artist these days.

Luckily, I got infected by the writing bug this year thanks to my involvement in the F1 Big Bang fanfic event, so I hope that number will increase significantly this year. 🙏🏻

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 

18,354. Again, hoping for more.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly F1. I’m planning on writing more fandoms I have an interest in such as Merlin, Good Omens, Our Flag Means Death, and The Legend Of Zelda. Maaaaaybe some Depeche Mode in the near future as well… 🤔

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 

1) Miracles Happen at the Right Place at the Right Time (F1)

2) As Drunk As A Finnish Brown Bear (F1)

3) Deep Tenebrosity (Merlin)

4) For The Sake Of Nature (F1)

5) My Soul Begs For Your Return (F1)

Yep, that’s all of them! 😅

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

Yes! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

For comments in general, oftentimes, I read a fic that’s so god tier that I don’t have any or enough words to express myself. If that happens, I always make sure to leave a comment anyway - descriptive or not - that I hope would make an author’s day. 💖

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Deep Tenebrosity. It’s a bit open-ended and left to interpretation though as it’s an alternative scene of an episode of Merlin I wasn’t satisfied with. I’m definitely thinking of including some more angst for future fics though. It’s my favourite kind of ending compared to happy ones. Not that I hate happy endings. I love them, don’t get me wrong, I just love sad and angsty endings more.

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

Miracles Happen. It’s definitely the happiest ending I’ve written so far. The rest of my fics have either normal endings or sad ones.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope! So far, at least.

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

It’s not on AO3 (yet!), but I’m working on sneaking some smut into a few chapters of For The Sake Of Nature. 😏 It’s a long way yet though, so don’t get tooo excited. Shan’t spoil… 🤐

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

I’ve never written a crossover before. However, I’m thinking of writing a Depeche Mode/IAMX crossover fic at some point. It’s still in the planning stages, so nothing concrete yet. I need to finish all my other WIPs I have stacked up in my hard drive first before I get too ahead of myself! 😵‍💫💫 You know how it is.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

I would really love to pitch an idea to fanfic websites to put a watermark or a copyright filter on your own fanfics, if it’s even possible. Maybe a certificate of authenticity of some kind? I would happily do that to every single one of my fics to prevent dirty thieves from stealing them. Please, make it happen!!!!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

No, as far as I’m aware.

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

No, but I would really love to someday. 🤩

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

If it’s F1 RPF, it’s a toss-up between Simi and Martian. But seeing as we’ve just had Simi day, I’ll go for them. They are just the sweetest pairing. 🥰😘

If it’s any other fandom, that’s a bit harder! I’ll say Blackbonnet from the OFMD fandom for now.

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

For The Sake Of Nature, definitely! It’s a veeeeeeeery slooooooooooooooow process. I’ll get it done eventually! Promise! 😬🙏🏻

16. What are your writing strengths? 

I love being adventurous in my vocab when it comes to writing. I’ve read so many books and consumed so many dictionaries when I was very young, so that might have something to do with it. You learn a lot from reading books. From knowing how to structure a sentence, to how dialogue is written and where they’re appropriate to use, to certain language and behavioural ticks from characters, to describing unique locations and objects. It’s very fascinating and they help massively with my writing.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? 

The only thing I struggle with is not so much about the writing side of things, but it’s all about time management. As in making a plan of posting fanfics on certain dates and times and never getting around to doing it because of my usually packed schedule.

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

I’m lucky to have friends on Discord and Tumblr who speak in their native tongues to help me out if I ever get stuck. I don’t trust the internet, so I rely on them for language authenticity.

19. First fandom you wrote for? 

Merlin!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? 

Urrrrmmm…I don’t really have one! Though having said that, I enjoyed writing dialogue for Kimi in As Drunk As A Finnish Brown Bear! You can write absolutely anything when you’re writing a drunk Finn! Easiest job in the world! 🤣🤣🤣

I tag @miss-malheur, @msmirrorball21, @formulaes5, @hungriestheidi, @wanderingblindly, and anyone who sees this and wants to participate. Please ignore if you’ve already done this or don’t want to do it, that’s completely fine. 😊

[ceeceetv]

🌵 🕯️ 🥤🍄 🦴🪲 🧩

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

This is prob a longer answer than you expected but here it is. I am much more of an album listener than a playlist listener. I like to put on an album or artist and just get immersed in their work one at a time. Especially bc I feel like streaming has sort of taken away from the experience of albums as cohesive works. Here’s the Julien Baker album that has been stuck in my brain on repeat recently. Love a sad, existential record.

Playlists are also great though and I will def put on a playlist to run to or have in the background, etc. And I admire people who can curate great playlists!

And here’s where I’ll admit to my deep and abiding love of Taylor Swift and her songwriting. My longest fandom experience is with her work. So. Here’s a playlist called Taylor Swift bridges that are god-tier bc that woman can write a fucking bridge like no one else.

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

lol. 10. And thanks for indulging me by adding this question and letting me talk about it. I am a copy editor as a career and also as a hobby. I have loved words and language as long as I can remember, and I think I find more joy in helping other people wrangle and finesse their writing until it says just exactly what they want it to say than in writing my own work. I’ve told you this, but the fact that editing is a solitary activity that is also inherently very collaborative is perfect for my personality. There is also something that is just so satisfying to me about a perfectly punctuated sentence with smooth syntax and prosody that also communicates meaning effectively. A well-used semi-colon is sexy. And I love standing in as an advocate for the reader to make sure their experience is as close to what the author intends as possible. I could go on.

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

God. This is the longest fic I’ve ever read by a wide margin, but it has become so special to me I have to shout it out:

Here’s what I wrote in my AO3 bookmark for it: Author takes us from intimate, provincial romance to epic, sweeping action/tragedy so deftly I can’t even believe it. I’ve never been so invested in an original side character or cried harder reading a fic. This one is special.

It’s a story about the two of them falling in love slowly and messily with lots of false starts and obstacles that deals with identity and grief and longing and self-loathing and forgiveness and has a Mobius backstory where he contends with queer prejudice in 1990s America and it also includes hot smut and I just cannot recommend it enough. (It’s technically not finished but very close to and there are over 200k words published.)

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Idk if this is a head canon so much as just the way I personally read the text of the show but: Mobius has religious trauma and his experience with the TVA is akin to fundamentalist Christian indoctrination. Loki is the spark that helps him begin to deconstruct and heal and wake up to himself and what he actually wants.

Also: Loki LOVES having his hair played with and Mobius loves to have his hands in Loki’s hair.

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

Mmm, idk about one piece of media but, as a medium, song lyrics and poetry. Anything I’ve started writing lately has usually been sparked by a lyric. I feel like lyrics are able to evoke much more complex stories in so few words, which I think is magical.

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

[fic about Mobius washing Loki’s hair for him]

The sight of Loki’s cock, not hard at the moment but definitely not-not interested, nearly makes Mobius forget where he is. What he’s meant to be doing—helping with—right now.

He looks up to find Loki watching him.

“Um,” Mobius starts, suddenly struggling to find words (appropriate ones, anyway). “Right, so, should we get started?” He rises up off his heels and reaches for the detachable shower head.

“I like it hot,” Loki says.

“What?!” Mobius balks and nearly drops the shower head into the bath.

“The water. I like it hot. Don’t be afraid to turn it up.”

“Oh, sure. Can do.” Get it together, Mobius.

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

Immediately? Hmm, well, I will say when a fic has something in the summary like “Where Loki doesn’t turn into a dumb tree and they can actually be together,” I will not click to begin with. I’m happy to read certain kinds of fix-its or universes where the ending is different or not relevant, but if an author is actively throwing shade at the canon ending, I just assume we have such different readings of the show that what we want from a fic probably doesn’t align very well.

[me4ttzar]

god works hard but good omens fanfic authors work harder

[yanderecandystore]

If you are a fuckin dumbass clap your hands 👏

If you are a fuckin moron clap your hands 👏

If you make them wait for you, for more than a year, if you just suddenly disappear clap your hands 👏👏👏

 It's been WAY TOO LONG OH MY GOD- How do you guys put up with me Jesus Christ.

 The last time I've talked about what was happening in my life I've mentioned that I just started working and trying to rebuild a social life, I also mentioned in one post how I got sick for a week or two I think- So I want to explain that part of the reason for me not writing anymore comes from the fact that my work exhausted me to oblivion.

 I realized that kids were just a lot harder to work with than I anticipated and that I didn't want to stay my whole life working in the daycare because I started to pick up on my … Very unhealthy habits of coping.

 So I recently quit, because my contract actually didn't seem to have a limit (I was so hoping it would have ended sooner but I'm glad I stayed longer, lmao I need money-). And I feel a lot better now, I'm not joking when I say that I actually got sick from work (the many times I got sick and couldn't do anything, were because of me being stressed, I no joke didn't notice this until my doctor pointed it out to me that I shouldn't be coming to see her with so little time in between meetings 💀)

 The other reason is that I started writing and drawing for a webcomic I wanted to make about Brazilian magical girls with a fairy theme- And I felt conflicted whenever I tried to write for both my blog and the webcomic (I'm sorry I'm a one minded person, because if I try making more than one thing my brain fries 💀💀). Which by the way, my job made me give up on that too, like I know jobs are not supposed to be fun, that work is hard and oftentimes we'll be tired- But I never felt more soulless than at that time.

Another reason was that Tumblr kinda took a lot of space in my phone so I had to uninstall it and using it's website mode is just 🤺🤺🤺

 I've been going to therapy now, to deal with my said unhealthy "coping habits" which I don't want to specify because you guys don't have to be burdened with that (also because it can be triggering to some), dealing with past trauma and how I can heal from it has been wonderful and to be honest I really do want to continue with the blog, but I have to be honest here: I'm a huge procrastinator when it comes to writing, I try to multi write (like multitask) different requests and fanfics at the same time- And that doesn't work for me 🤡

 So. My writing will probably be very slow, and again I'm sorry for everyone who sent asks LAST YEAR (I'm so sorry I'm not even joking like seriously that's so fuckin mean and I didn't mean to do that I just suck at doing tasks ;-;).

 I hope everyone is doing well, to everyone new I'm sorry you have to get to know the author by this way lmao, and I hope you're having a good day as well.

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

[thepinkcrayon]

Here's some McDanno asks: 1, 9, 19, 20??

Who is your favorite character apart from Danny and Steve? Chin! I adore Chin. He's so deadpan funny. I love it.

9. Do you have a favorite case the team worked on? I love early Toast cases, pre-shit bird or poopy penguin or whatever it was. Love me a stoner. OH MY GOD and the one where Danny had to be a professor. Mmm.

19. Is there something that you missed on your first watch that completely blew your mind and/or changed how you view the story/a character when you found out it existed later? I have the worst memory ever (it's seriously seriously bad, medical reasons) so I forget so much that my rewatches are almost like new-watches. It's hard to answer this question, but I get the same vibe this question is asking for when I see Steve's soft little smile for his Danno. Reminds me that he's a softie for him.

20. What’s one of your favorite fanfic/authors from the fandom? ooooh. H50 has so many fics that it's hard to narrow one down. It's easy for MacGyver but much harder for H50. lizlybear is the author of the only work I have bookmarked so I guess it's fair to go with them.

[xreativexpace]

(Authors note: )

Hello I’ve come from Wattpad and wanted to start posting here. I’ve been on Wattpad for 10 years and thinking about expanding my fanfics and original works here as well on ao3. I will be leaving my links and profiles of my Wattpad and ao3 on my profile for you all to check out if you like. I would also be post a bit of oc art to help with characters in the upcoming coming how ever many part stories. As of now I’m just taking a break and just writing things I enjoy.

⚠️warnings⚠️

-CNC (consensual not consensual)

-Size difference

-Somnophilia

- Oc x Oc

-degrading

(This is also a cod fanfic other character will be included.)

Zero pov

This is the most outrageous, disgusting most fucked up, stressful mission I have experienced in my fuck life. Then to add to it I’m with a man that hate me for no reason like the rest of the unit.

“You can stop chewing through your fucking lip before it bleeds.” He hissed through the mask covering his lower face. Not even glancing in my direct.With the deepest breath I can and the meanest side eye.

“You don’t tell me what the fuck to do. Not after today mother fucker.” I growled with straight annoyance and frustration.

“You have caused me enough trouble for today especially when you thought would be a good idea for you to use me as a leverage to get in a vent. I could have been killed!” I screamed making him slam on the breaks putting the car in park.

I felt pressure in my cheeks as his thumb and fingers squeezed into my jaw snatching my face towards his. No mattered how much I wiggled and tried to move out just squeezed his hand tighter digging his nails in my jaw.

“If it wasn’t for you being a bitchy brat I wouldn’t have had to even use you to get in the god damn vent. We would be back with the paper work we need for the debrief and we wouldn’t be in this situation.” He growled through his teeth making eyes contact with me while I fought with everything in me to get out his grasp. I clawed at his arms pulling away whining.

“So shut the fuck up. You should be thanking me for even keeping you alive. If we were in the same unit and I didn’t have much respect for my job or Price I would have killed you.”

I felt fire in my veins and tears in my eyes as I jumped on his and attacked his wrapping my hands around his throat being the seat backwards straddling his lap squatting flat in my feet.

“You couldn’t kill me if you tried. None of you can. None you could have ever killed me even if I gave you the fucking gun and tell you to fucking do it! None of you fuckers have the skills or the ability to kill me. I would have been dead long ago! Why do you think they even brought me here? Huh? It’s because I’m too fucking dangerous to keep in another unit!” I scream as he stared back into my eyes with his coal colored eyes not even phased until the last statement.

“Do watch your self fucker.”

“You haven’t been touched in years have you?” He asked making my eyes widen and my cheeks flushed letting him go leaning up with him sitting up and pulling his mask down.

“What?” Was all I can muster to say watching him sit up and make eye contact with me.

“You heard me. When was the last time you’ve been touched?” He was nonchalant about the whole statement this whole situation.

(No one pov )

Her eyes dropped to his lips taking in the detail of them. Soft looking and well kept even after a wearing a mask and a hard day of work.

She swallowed the lump in her throat leaning back further until her back was against the wheel. The atmosphere started to get hot for her watching.

“Look at you. You’re already look like you’re interested. Don’t be surprised that at I asked. Almost the whole unit thinks that the reasoning for your rough exterior.” Dex spoke rubbing her ear drums like silk feeling his hands grip her under her arms around her chest area rubbing his thumbs over her nipples that harder under her bra. She even bring herself to even utter an insult from the jolts of pleasure going through her entire body.

“I’ll take your silence as a way of saying that it’s been a minute since you’ve been taken.” He said watching her face change and her breath get heavier with the arching of her back . The soft whimpers and purrs were barely audible. Gently his pulled up her shirt causing her to whimper. Just the thing to make him chuckle and smirk.

“I never seen you so quiet in my presence and to think that you’re the same woman they fear on the field is now getting hot and I haven’t even begun to even to even do the half.”

Unclipping her bra and pulling it off along with her shirt bare chest and nipples hard and sticking out he leaned forward and took one into his mouth humming at the taste and feeling. The gasp left her lips as she arched her back feeling his big hands on her waist.

The pleasure was overbearing making her sit on her knees and grip his hair pulling him into it. Feeling his hot tongue over the nub, swirling , sucking snd biting. Dex pulls his head back with a pop and went for the other one. Her eyes rolled around in her head from the high sensations that she lacked for so long.

“Just listen to those sweet cries coming from you.” He whispered in her ear taking the love between his lips earning him a soft cry of pleasure from the woman in his lap. His big hands rest on her area where the hip and thighs meet, the wetness soaking both of them through their uniforms and steam slowly fogging up the windows.

Soon after rain drops started to fall onto the truck and its windows. Zero bucked her hips leaning her head over for Dex to go down her neck making her breathless and fuzzy feeling inside her chest. Dec went to her neck biting and sucking warning him more verbal reaction from her and her nails in his back. The pain from it everything he ever imagined. He reach his hand up and pulled her ponytail holder out her hair making her curls drop and him grabbing a fist full pulling her into a kiss. Biting, ducking and licking as she fought for air he never granted. Her lips swollen and sensitive, her back arching and eyes rolling around in her head from the unbearable pleasure shooting through her body.

“Fuck Adora” he growled out pulling an away with a string of drool connect to both of their lips. Both pulled away looking at each other breathing hard. The moonlight was bright despite the heavy rain that fell on to the trucks windows. Their breath ragged as they went in again hungrily kissing each other until he flips them over without even removing his lips from hers. She reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head to take it off.

Dex reached for her belt undoing it and flipping her over on all fours pulling them down to her ankles. The moonlight almost made it seem as if her juices on her thighs were glowing. Laying in ass up face down she looked back at him biting her lip.

“Dex-“

“I know baby.”

She whimpered looking toward the backseat hearing him undo his belt and his scent was enough to make her cum right there. He leaned over her body in her ear as he used his cock to rub in between her slit. The twitch and throbbing tip rubbed against her flit sending enormous amounts of pleasure that she hasn’t felt in a while. She was drooling at the situation itself as her eyes rolled back in her bed.

“Now are you gonna apologize?” He smirked rubbing his cock in between her folds faster earning a confused but cum drunk expression on her face. He slid his hand under her throat leaning her head back.

“Huh?”

He pulled his hips back and slammed into her locking eyes as he filled her to the point he also left a bulging print. Her body trembled under his causing her to whimper but no sound came out from the shock of the thrust.

“Come on Adora. Your mouth is still free. You can use that mouth to give me the apology I deserve.” He didn’t get answer from the trembling mess of a woman.

Drawing his hips back he slammed back in and repeatedly watching her face screw up of the pain and pleasure mixed. She gripped the hand that held her throat to keep her gaze on his. Her heart was out her chest as she felt her puss getting slammed into.

“He-He-Hey.” She tried to get a word out but he picked up his pace a bit. The wet and tightness of her pussy was driving him insane. He watched as her hand let go of his to rest on the seat to support her self while a man three times her size used her as a fleshlight

“Oh fuck~”

“Apologize Adora.”

His pace picked up while the grip on her throat tightened. The words was stuck in her throat as he started to lose himself in pleasure. His big heavy balls smacking her clit covered in her wetness. The smacking noises and grunt can be heard but the rain gotten heavier tuning them out.

While he lost himself in her world between her thigh she managed to flip them over and in him to the seat by his throat. It took everything in her to do so. His eyes widen at ho fast it happened it almost startled him. She wrapped both hand around his throat pressing her thumb into his esophagus and she started to ride him with the little strength she hand left leaving him breathless. Her grip on his throat was slipping as she looked him into his eyes panting and whine and throating her ass onto his cock.

He gripped the seat as his eyes rolled back but they found a way to the back of her knees as he bucked up to meet her bounces.

He can see throat the dashboard how her ass giggled and popped.

“I’m sorry Dex.” She purred bouncing faster getting down onto her knees hiding her face into his neck wrap her arms round his neck.

He didn’t reply as his was on cloud nine trying not to cum at the sight of her and her mess. She rolled her hips feeling her stomach tight.

“Fuck I’m close.” She cried riding him faster making his balls tighten. His eyes was still on the dashboard watching the cream of her pussy cover his cock.

“Fuck” he huffed softly feeling her walls tighten and his cock erupt inside of her as he gripped her ass to keep her bouncing for him to finish out. Adora grind and rolled her hip and sat up a bit just to kiss him. Feeling him fill her to the brim with his cum. They both pulled away for the kiss breathing hard and smiling.

“We’re leaving this out of the report.”

[caffeineheroes]

[thxliaaa]

the boy | steve harrington

synopsis - in which steve makes it a mission to find out why the group has been ignoring you

pairing - steve harrington x fem!reader 

warning/s - none 

author's note - i saw a few comment about sabrina carpenter's song "because i liked a boy", and yes, i was inspired by that song to make the fanfic. anyways, here's the part two you guys asked for. hope y'all like it !! xx

hii !! i’ve been seeing a few mean comments about nancy, and i know she might be rude in this fanfic, but i will not tolerate nancy slanders.

part 1

masterlist | taglist

A week after you had confronted Nancy, Steve was getting a bit suspicious as to why the group has been ignoring you. Nobody told him anything, not even you. He needed to get to the bottom of this. 

He picked you up for school this morning, and while you were in the car, he decided to interrogate you. “So, do you have anything you want to tell me babe?” 

“Nope, not at all” you said as you forced a smile onto your face. Steve would be lying if he said he can’t see anything wrong with you, he can practically see right through you even from afar! “Mkay” He smiled back at you. Oh he knew for sure something was wrong. 

–

After he dropped you off, he went to his work and was shocked to see Robin working. Nevertheless, he ignored the reason why she was here and instead focused on his mission to find out what went wrong. 

“Soooo… why are you here?” He teasingly asked Robin, trying to make small talk before getting straight into asking her the question. Robin looked at him with a blank expression on her face “Why do you care, dingus?” before going to the shelves to stack movies.

He then followed her like a lost puppy. “Do you have any plans this weekend?” 

“No” 

“Are you sure? Are you really really sure Robin?” He teased her, and when she turned to look at him, he had a weird smile plastered across his face. “Okay that’s it, what do you want?” 

“Okay, I wanted to ask a question. But don’t be mad when I say it” She looked at him annoyingly as she waited for him to ask the question. “What is going on with you guys and (Y/N)?” 

Robin’s face dropped as she heard the question, “There’s nothing going on between us, okay? You need to let it go” “But–” Steve was interrupted by Robin going into the storage room, slamming the door. He winced, oh boy this would be a long week. 

–

Tuesday finally came, and Steve did his daily routine of fixing his hair and picking and dropping off his girlfriend. As soon as he finished work, he dropped his girlfriend off at her house. This time, he knew who to ask. 

Knock, Knock, Knock

Steve groaned, he’s been knocking for God knows how long. He knocked again, but this time, it was harder than the last few knocks. 

Knock, Knock, Knock

“Jesus, can you wait?” He heard someone mumble from the inside. Finally he thought. 

When the door opened, he was faced with a clearly annoyed Dustin. “What?” Dustin asked with a tone of annoyance in his voice. 

Steve let himself in and waved at Dustin’s mother who was sitting on the couch and made his way to Dustin’s room. “Dude, what do you want?” Dustin asked again. 

“What’s going on?” He said now with his hands on his hip. “What do you mean?” Dustin said, who now had a puzzled look on his face. Steve just stared at him for a few minutes until Dustin finally got the answer. 

“Ok there’s nothing going on between us” 

“But there is” 

“No there isn’t!”

“Yes, there is!” Steve said sternly. “And you will tell me what it is right now. This is (Y/N) we’re talking about. I thought you liked her?” He continued. “I-I do, it’s-I just– it’s very complicated right now” Dustin buried his face in his palm. 

As Dustin sat down, Steve’s face softened at this gesture. He couldn’t stay mad at Dustin no matter how hard he tried. Dustin was practically his child at this point. Sitting down beside him, Steve put his hands on Dustin’s back trying his best to comfort him. 

“Hey, I’m not mad, okay? I just need to know what’s going on between you guys.” He explained softly. Dustin turned to look at him with a specific look on his face that Steve just can’t tell. It’s a look a child gives whenever you’re asking them to pick a side on a divorce. Dustin just couldn’t pick any side. Steve was always there for him, he was like their protector, and he would do anything for them. But so was Nancy, he danced with Dustin when no one else did. He was very confused on whose side to pick. 

“It’s not my position to tell you, and I can’t do it. Maybe someone else from the group, but not me.” Dustin explained. “I can’t do this, Steve,” He added. 

Steve nodded in defeat. He finally let Dustin have his peace, and left the house. But he didn’t give up just yet. 

–

You were studying for a Chemistry test you had for tomorrow when you suddenly heard someone ring your doorbell multiple times. Weird. Who would need you at 9:30 in the evening. Nevertheless, you went downstairs and opened your door. 

Steve was standing outside of your house, holding your favorite snacks. Oh no! I didn’t miss our anniversary, did I? You wondered. 

“Hey, what are you doing here, stranger?” You tried to answer casually. “What, I can’t just visit my beautiful girlfriend?” He said as he leaned in to kiss you. “Of course you can, but not at 9:30 in the evening!” you playfully replied as the two of you made your way to your room. 

Once you were there, you put your stuff away and sat on the bed with Steve. He was still looking at you, but you can see right through him, and instantly knew he either needed something or he needed to apologize. “Okay, what did you do now?” 

Steve put his hands up in the air while saying “Nothing!” repeatedly. You chuckled softly as you kissed him on the lips. When you opened your eyes, he was already looking at you. “That’s it! What do you need?” 

“Wellllll…..” He started as the both of you chuckled, “It’s about the group”. The smile that was once plastered across your face faded as he mentioned the group. 

“What happened to you guys?” 

“Look, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it” You gave him a fake smile but he didn’t buy it. “Please baby, just tell me. I won’t get mad” He kept on insisting. But you knew that if you told me even the slightest thing, the group would hate you more. 

“Steve, please. Just let it go. You won’t get any information from me” You pleaded with him. He took a deep breath before pressing his lips together. “Fine, let’s just hang out. I missed you” He pouted. 

“You literally just saw me a few hours ago, dumbass!” 

– 

Steve had asked multiple people from the group about the thing with (Y/N), they would either always reply “It’s nothing” or would ignore him as well. He was getting tired of it. 

Just as he was about to give up, Nancy walked up to him. “Hey Steve” she shyly said as he smiled back at her. “So we’re having a movie and game night, I was hoping you would come along?” 

Perfect. All of them in one place, no one can make any excuses from him anymore. “Yes, for sure. Where and what time?” He asked. “Our place at 6:30”

“(Y/N) will like this. I’ll see you guys later” He waved Nancy goodbye as he quickly ran away from her leaving her no room to protest. She sighed, disappointed that (Y/N) will be there. Just when she was about to have Steve all to herself. 

–

When he got home, he dialed his girlfriend telling him about how they’re going to a game night and that she should get ready before 6:30 leaving out the specific details about who’s going to be there and where. 

(Y/N) complied and she got ready. Not long after, Steve finally picked her up. 

He put a blindfold over her eyes, telling her that it’s going to be a surprise for her. In reality, he just didn’t want her to be mad at him.

When they got to the Wheeler’s house, he helped his girlfriend climb out of his car and walked to the front porch. With each step closer, the noises from inside the house got louder. 

Steve knocked at the door, hearing “Just a sec” from the other side. Removing the blindfold from his girlfriend’s eyes before facing a dumbfounded Nancy in front of her. “Hi” (Y/N) said softly. 

“Hi. Come on in” Nancy quietly replied. 

Everybody was talking loudly before you came in but as soon as they saw the both of you together, they quieted down. They all just stared on the floor, not sparing eye contact with you. “Uh, Where’s the bathroom?” you asked Nancy. “Just turn right, it’s the door before the kitchen”

You muttered a quick thanks as you pulled Steve with you. 

“Why didn’t you tell me we were going here?” you whispered to Steve “Because I want you guys to finally make up!” 

“It wasn’t gonna happen anyways!” 

“Why not?” He asked. You closed your eyes as you took a deep breath. “Fine, you wanna know the reason why they’re not talking to me?” 

He started to listen attentively to what you were saying. You explained to him how Nancy still likes him, and how she basically turned them against you because you two were dating. To say Steve was pissed would be an understatement. How could they hate you just because you two were dating? Nancy was practically cheating on him emotionally halfway through their relationship. He had enough. He grabbed you along with him and went to the group. 

Once again, they were talking when you two were gone, but as soon as they saw the both of you, the loud talks became whispers. 

“Hey, hey, hey! Listen up everybody” He shouted, causing them to turn their heads to the two of you. “Whatever crap you guys have against (Y/N), it needs to stop now” 

“The relationship me and Nancy had was never sincere, it wouldn’t have worked out anyways! You were cheating on me emotionally with Jonathan while we were still together. So why now? Why are you mad at me for moving on? I accepted you and Jonathan together, you should do the same with me” He pointed at Nancy. 

“She has done so much for you guys, and this is how you repay her?” He asked as their eyes were glued to the floor, unable to look at him directly in his eye. 

“She helped you with Suzie when you guys were fighting,” He told Dustin. “She helped you and Max reconcile your relationship with each other” He looked at Lucas. 

“She didn’t want to leave you alone because she was scared that Vecna might get to you if we did leave you alone” He pointed at Max. “She talked to Vickie for you!” He told Robin. 

“And you, she was kind to you! She dialed Jonathan too many times. It was up to the point where he was annoyed at her just for him to talk to you” He ranted. 

“I don’t know why you guys even did that to her, but I don’t appreciate it.” His hand was now resting on his hip, you tried to hide a smile. Even though the situation was serious, you still can’t help but find this entertaining. He was like a father who was scolding his children for doing something wrong. This was one of the reasons why you fell in love with him. 

“I love (Y/N), she’s my soulmate and my other half. She’s the only one who I really got to be comfortable with. You have to stop treating her like this, she did nothing wrong. If you can’t accept our relationship, then you’ll have to lose me too” He said as he grabbed your hand while heading for the front door. 

“Wait!” you heard a voice say, you turned around to see Robin in front of you with a guilty look on her face. “I’m really sorry (Y/N)” she apologized as she hugged you. Soon, all of them apologized as well. 

The night was spent well, and all of you finally got back to normal again. You looked at Steve and thought “How did I get so lucky?”

Your friends had hated you all because you liked a boy. But you realized, he was not just a boy, he was your soulmate, the love of your life, and the man who you’re most likely going to marry. 

He risked his friendship with those people just for you. In the end, it was worth it. If this boy can risk anything for you, then so can you. You knew from this moment on that your life would change.

And it was all because you liked this boy. 

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[pleasantanathema]

Levi Ackerman | Little Death

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Light Dom/Sub Dynamics, Authority/Power Play, Hair Pulling, Established Relationship

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Part of my Nine Muses Event to celebrate 9k! Follow the link to read other fanfics I’m writing to celebrate. A huge thank you to @shadowworks​ for helping me as I learned how to characterize Levi, and for being one of the best encouragers in my life. Without her, I wouldn’t still have this passion for writing. 💙

          “Oi, you going deaf?” Levi tapped his hand against your cheek in successive raps, stern but soft, enough to pull you from your fucked out trance. Your head shook no even though you couldn’t remember what words were spoken, the haze of sex and the aftershocks of orgasm clouding over you like thick smoke.

           “Then tell me what I said,” he spoke through gritted teeth, inky tendrils of black hair curling with sweat against his forehead.

           He was well aware it would be hard for you to speak, his cock stuffed so deep inside of you it was nearly bubbling out of your throat. Both of his hands found your thighs, pressing you back farther, wider. Your sweet, abused pussy sucked in around him. He admired the cream that stained his cock, your slick gushing as he gave another brutal push into your depths.

           Levi aired on the side of mercy, for once, electing to remind you of his words instead of listening to whatever nonsense you’d try to babble out for him.

          “Give me another. Feels so good when you cum on my cock.”

          “C-Captain I can’t…”

          His body curled over yours, the weight of his hips pressing between your legs as he cupped your face, thumb slipping past open lips to give you something to suck and focus on.

          “Yes you can, you’re my girl.”

           The way your darling tongue lapped at his thumb made his stomach twist.

           He knew you had more to give, he wouldn’t push you if he thought otherwise. He wanted you to drown in the sin; it’s what you deserved. Always so good, listening to every order, pledging your heart without question. And, for some reason, you’d been willing to dedicate your heart to him, to serve your precious body up on a platter whenever he asked.

           Levi didn’t deserve you, but he’d be damned if your cunt wasn’t his favorite place to bury his stress.

           A coo left your lips, soft and full and muffled by his thumb. He started to roll his hips, bursts of pleasure stemming from where your pussy was spread around him, drifting down his warmed muscles. His thrusts were painfully accurate, the kind that he knew were hitting you in just the right way to have you so full of ecstasy you’d feel like crying.

           You were so pretty like this, spread open, skin flushed, clit swollen and your fists tugging at his sheets. It was maddening, the kind of sight to make a man choke on every inhibition.

           His spit-slick thumb popped out of your mouth, petting across your cheek until your eyes fluttered open, “yeah that’s right, look at me,” he looped an arm around your back, keeping you secure on his cock as he pulled you up into his lap, “atta girl.”

           He buried his face in your tits, grunting as he started to bounce you, your knees still trying to find purchase on the mattress. He kept strong arms around your back, holding you against him, pulling you up and down as he soaked in your breathy moans. Rocking you like this kept the build of pressure in your belly, had the flames smoldering as he prepared to light them high and hot again.

           Grey eyes narrowed as he kissed at your shoulder, suddenly all too aware of the dressing mirror staring at him on the wall. His balls tightened as he watched the beautiful planes of your back move underneath his scarred hands, saw his thick, milky cock disappear into the eden of your body. He stayed mesmerized for a moment, obsessed with observing how you keened, how it looked when he took you.

           “You’re gonna cum for me again, and you’re gonna see just how fucking pretty you look when you do.”

           Levi man-handled you, had you twisting around in his lap until he could push you down on your hands and knees, a hand in your hair lifting your face up to look at him in the mirror. He took a sick delight in trying to decipher the emotions that ran across your features—shock, fear, a twist of pleasure as his cock plunged deeper into your tight pussy from behind.

           The veins in his arms came to life as he kept leverage in your hair, holding your head up to watch him, to make eye contact with him as his balls slapped against the flesh of your ass. His lips were curling, like he was holding back a smile.

          Your thighs were shaking, still wobbly from the orgasms he’d pulled from you earlier. He always claimed he lost count of what he did to you, but he never did. Tonight it was three times already, and the fourth would bring his undoing as well.

           “Look at you,” he growled, a sound that made you shiver, “little whore, my little pet, so good for me.”

           Quick fingers swirled at your clit, your mouth falling open with curses, “fuckfuckfuck, Captain Levi-ii.”

           Your poor clit was so hot and wet under his fingers, belly quivering as he started to draw out your pleasure, ready to feel you unwind and snap and die a little death.

           He pulled you back harder by your hair, had your back arching to his chest so he could put your pussy on display in the reflection. A breath hitched in your throat, he could feel it, the hand in your hair now finding refuge on your neck. His teeth nipped at your ear, side-eyeing the mirror so he could watch his messy cock get lost inside of you over and over again.

           All kinds of praise rattled around in his head. Your tits were perfect, bouncing, sweat dripping down between them. Your cunt was fucking divine, so perfect when stuffed, puffy clit so wet under persistent fingertips. The sounds that left the throat under his hand were like balm, little babbles of the syllables of his name like a cacophony of weakness and power to his ears.

           But he didn’t know how to say any of that shit, didn’t know how to praise you beyond good. So he let his body show you, lips sucking at your neck, fingers working you like a toy he was winding.

           He tipped your head forward, thumb and index fingers pressing into your cheeks and making you focus on yourself in the mirror.

           “Do it,” he sucked the command into your neck, “fucking cum, let me feel it.”

           God, he wished he could paint the picture of your orgasmic bliss into his mind forever. Your eyes were glassy, lips swollen, a long, continuous moan sounding as your cunt clenched tighter than he’d ever felt before. He knew you’d get off on the sight as well, that you’d like to see how his cock pulsed inside of you at the sight of you cumming for him again. Always so responsive, like the devil playing his fiddle.

           Levi held you as you crumpled over from exhaustion, tangling you up in his arms and letting you rest against him in his bed. He kept his cock lodged inside your warmth, not quite ready to leave the home he sculpted. You were still squeezing around him, tightening with every deep breath as you tried to bring your mind back into the world.

           Fingers wandered on their own, his hands skimming over your thighs, up your back. Something comforting, silent tells that he was there, that he had you, that he would always take care of you.

[ukiyokki]

mars reads too much dreamnotfound fanfiction for their own good

a dreamnotfound fanfic recommendation list by your resident dumbass (me)

this took way to fucking long... i’m tired

below is a (very extensive) list dedicated to all my favorite dnf fics, ranging from quick one shots to 100k+ word monstrosities that devour the storage on my computer, forever incomplete masterpieces to ongoing works of art, you get the idea. i provided links for each fic/series for your reading pleasure. there will be no smutty/nsfw fics on this list, that’s just not my vibe lmao. this list goes in no particular order, and i’ll update it from time to time when i feel like it. now, without further ado, let us begin.

Heat Waves (complete) by tbhyourelame

(wtf else did you expect, looking at a dnf rec list?) amazingly well written, and while it’s not my favorite dnf fic it’s damn near close. in the midst of a brutal heatwave, a suffering dream comes to terms with the fact that he is desperately in love with his best friend. everything i could say about this fic has already been said by nearly everyone who’s read it, so if you haven’t yet caved into the hype, just go for it. you won’t be disappointed.

Gonna be around (completed) by georgescatcafe

(mc irl) my favorite dnf oneshot to date. just read it, i don’t wanna spoil for you :)

Inferno in the Sky (ongoing)by zairielon

(star wars au) an ongoing star wars au currently clocking in at almost 200k words. need I say more? everything about it absolutely slaps, each chapter is amazingly written, and it’s just good. also, can we just appreciate dream and tubbos dynamic in here? 10/10, amazing, must protecc. oh right, a summary: george, an exiled padawan turned engineer, must return to the jedi temple after attacks on it from an unknown assailant threaten the safety of himself and the other jedi.

Like Magic (ongoing) by KangarooKen, NotGra55 (Gra55)

(harry potter au) the unofficial official dnf harry potter au. we watch the young unlikely wizard pair grow up together throughout their years at hogwarts as they battle good old fashioned wizard racism. beautifully written, incredibly fun and suspenseful, and just an overall blast and a half.

GeorgeNotFound, Son of Poseidon, and the League of Minor Gods (ongoing) by Clichewho_69, Cygnvs, Trash_Kinggg

(percy jackson au) percy jackson au? check. “road trip” (technically quest but u get what i mean)? check. enemies to friends to lovers? check. this fic follows the plot of the lightning theif (albeit loosely), but everything is explained enough where you don’t have to read percy jackson to understand what’s going on. basically after moving to the usa, george gets taken to camp halfblood where he learns that a) gods exist. b) he’s the son of poseidon and c) he needs to prove that he didn’t steal zeus’s master bolt.

Protected (completed) by aenqua

(royalty/camelot au) my favorite piece of dnf media of all time. dubbed the official dnf camelot au, where dream is the heir to the throne and george is a servants son with a secret that couldp get him killed. these childhood friends grow up together and learn trust, love, and acceptance. (that summary did not justice to the masterpiece that is this fic) here’s the directors cut

The Hunter (completed) by HederEgo

(mc irl) a choose your own adventure fic with 13 different endings, where dream the hunter must kill george and stop him from beater the ender dragon. enough said.

The official dream team cowboy AU (series)(ongoing) by antsu_in_my_pantsu

(cowboy au) cowboys and outlaws horses and shit. and the big gay. it’s a cowboy au, what else did you expect? fucking yee haw (all seriousness this is a great read, i loved it so so so so much and i can’t wait for the final chapter to release).

This is a Drista moment, let's just accept it (completed) by Qekyo

dnf fic from drista pov. considering its unique perspective, it’s perfectly done. beautifully showcases a sibling relationship through drista and her memories/moments with dream, and it just works, y’a know? also drista supremacy.

Dear Dream (completed) by Qekyo

(wwii au) i don’t cry when watching/reading anything sad. translation: i’m a heartless bitch. however, this fic is the only exception. it caused me to cry so hard my mom walked in my room and asked if i was ok. ‘nuff said.

TECHNOlogical Wingman (completed) by Closeted_Bookworm

techno is the autocorrect ai on dreams phone, and he gains sentience. interesting concept, and the author fucking nailed it. great fic.

It Was Only a Fic (ongoing) by imagineitdear

dream starts reading a dnf fanfic (we’ve all been there buddy).

Teacher’s Pet (ongoing) by niyuha

(teacher au) in which dream is a high school english teacher and george is the new comp sci teacher in room 297.

Saltwater Secrets (ongoing) by earlgay_milktea

(mermaid/high school au) a great example of the shear amount of variety in fics this fandom has to offer. when i started reading dnf fics i would have never thought i’d find one about a mermaid george hopelessly crushing on his human friend, who happens to be his schools star swimmer. yet here i am, and i am far from disappointed.

Smash My Heart (incomplete) by dontrollthedice

george and sapnap are commentators for duper smash brothers tournaments, and george develops a crush on an up and coming smash streamer named dream.

roleplaying in the dark is harder than it seems (completed) by Alienu

laser tag. 10/10

solar system (completed) by quartzfia

(mc irl) george vists dream in pandora’s vault.

Ramblings of a Lunatic (completed) by jungkooksfic

ahh communicating through a notebook left on a shelf in a bookstore- what a perfect way to start a relationship.

Paint me like your French Girls (It's Charcoal, Actually) (completed) by Turtle_ier

(artist au) george is an art student, and dream is a model.

00:00:00 (completed) by isleofdreams

(soulmate au) 00:00:00 is the moment you meet your soulmate, as indicated but the clock ticking down on your wrist until the moment you meet. i’m not a fan of soulmate aus; this fic is the exception.

Blue Skies Smilin' At Me (completed) by kivy

(artist au) i don’t usually cry while reading stuff, but this brought me damn near close. george is a painting conservator and chats it is with the ghost of the artist if the painting he is working on. they fall in a love.

Current Location (incomplete) by hendollana

(influencer au) george simps for a hot american instagram model. who knew he’d actually follow back?

The Withering (series) (series ongoing, 1 work completed) by App1e_Juice

(mc irl) lore and world building and fight scenes and everything i crave. what’s not to love? something starts making the plants and crops around dreams village wither, and must team up with new friends to find the cause of the mysterious disease plaguing the land.

Minecraft, But You Can't Leave (complete) by facadecake

(mc irl) dream and george are sucked into their own private minecraft world together and must beat the game to escape.

Free The Game, Beat the End (incomplete) by goatgoatwasfound

(mc irl) a glitch in minecraft causes thousands of players from around the world to be trapped inside minecraft, with only one way of escape- beating the ender dragon. first dnf fic i ever read, and it’s still 10/10 for me.

Why don't you come a little closer? (completed) by lifeofandoms

george gets stood up by a date, and Dream pretends he’s the date to save george from the embarrassment. simply adorable.

lightning bug (completed) by saintachesP

(band au) while on tour, dream realizes his feeling for george.

Hold me closer (completed) by Treesofmyheart

(mc irl/dsmp) i just,, really like this trope.

Dizzy on caffeine (completed) by GleamingGreenGoggles

(coffee shop au) best dnf coffeeshop au i’ve read. periodt.

living a life of crime isn’t always easy (series) (completed) by itisjosh

(mafia/assassin au) stockholm syndrome except it’s not weird.

Inhibitions Make Interesting Situations (completed) by Ship_On_The_Sea

i pissed myself laughing. it’s just a dream and george being hilariously dense, flustered idiots. serotonin central.

thy eternal summer shall not fade (completed) by gracequills

(high school au) that moment when you recite shakespeare to your crush in your ap lit class instead of confessing (hate it when that happens).

All is Fair in love and Football (ongoing) by graciegirl2001

(college au) #1 favorite college au. in which george is a cheerleader, and dream is the football teams rising star player. this one gets extra points because of the amazing karlnap moments sprinkled throughout. *chefs kisses air*

online love (completed) by andbutso

(high school au) online classes go zoooooooom

Can’t help falling (completed) by isleofdreams

dream re-learns the guitar to sing to george on his birthday. beautiful. fluffy. amazing

dance in the rain and my arms (completed) by lazy_kitkat

george is a rain god, and dream is a wind god

Weather Boy (completed) by DaintyDiizzle

wouldn't you like to know, weather boy? (where dream can control the rain)

The color orange (completed) by anon

(mc irl) dream describes the colors of a sunset

Family Mode (completed)by Strawberry_flavoured_tears

they’re dads :,)

Breathing Room (incomplete) by papercranes

(band an) an amazing band au. the mad lad author wrote original songs for each chapter. above and beyond, mad props :). unfortunately, it’s incomplete

Piece of Clay (completed) by carbonbrine

(artist au) george is a sculptor and his sculpture comes to life- but oh no he’s hot.

Try (completed) by Not4typicalwriter

(royalty au) george must choose a suitor, but none of them are up to dream, his head knights, standards. or dream is hella jelly. also protective dream is perfect

When the Roses Bloom (completed) by HederEgo

(royalty au) close second for my favorite fic. go to royalty au for a quick serotonin bost. it’s all fluff and flowers and crushes, and i love it. criminally underrated.

Heavenstruck (ongoing) by dontrollthedice

george is dreams guardian angel, and dream want to find out more about him and his past life. bittersweet :,)

Bang and Burn (completed) by App1e_Juice

(spy au) george accidentally falls for target number 1 on sapnap’s secret agency’s hit list. this ones great, i love me a spy au :)

Can I get a uhh… (completed) by lemonskies

dream keeps pulling up to the drive through mcdonald’s that george works at drunk.

Pretty Stranger (completed) by anon

when looking for dream in the terminal, george sees a cute guy and decides to flirt.

Take my Hand (completed) by latinbias

(royalty au) another royalty au? poggers. surprise twists? double poggers. love this a lot.

seconds, minutes, hours, lifetimes (complete) by meridies

ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP *inhales to compose herself* roadtrip au. unrequited love, ignored feelings, longing, pining, you know the drill. absolutely love this one, its the best roadtrip au i have ever read, in any fandom. (maybe cause i identify with it a little too much, but thats not important. whats important is that you read this fic. right now. im waiting).

Message redacted (complete) by justyouraverageloser

(text fic) dream asks for a girls number and realises hes been given the wrong number. however, an unexpected relationship starts to form between him and the stranger on the other end of the line.

the waves (completed) by anon

(mc irl) this fic was written by the same anon who wrote the color orange, which is up there on my fav dnf oneshot list. dream and george know they have a higher purpose. they don’t know where they came from, or why they are seemingly the only humans in the world, or how they feel about eachother, or even where the skeletons come from, but they are sure of one thing: they have to beat a dragon.

The Dream Doll (completed) by PeppDream (Pep_Pizza)

(voodoo i guess) i’m a real big fan of fics with really out there or unique concepts, so naturally this one makes the cut! i really liked it, it’s really sweet and made me think a lot about what matters to me in the world. george finds a strange doll in an antique shop, and would really like to just stuff it in a drawer and forget about it. sadly (?), the doll has other plans.

last updated February 6th, 2021

[queensoybean0724]

Succession Chapter 10 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Y’all have been patient...have some smut!!  

Title: Succession Chapter 10

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader

Rating: NC-17 for language and sex (light choking, fingering, doggystyle, creampie)

Summary: you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary.  While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter 10

Once you and Heisenberg entered through the factory gates, he released your arm to turn and secure the lock.  You continued the trek up to the building, ignoring his shouts and yells at you to wait for him.  You walked through the sliding double doors of the factory and straight towards Heisenberg’s living quarters, him stomping close behind you.

Anger and rage coarsed through your body.  The thought of him striking Moreau and towering over the poor man made you furious.  What happened, as weird and demented as it was, was an accident and Moreau did not mean for it to happen.

You turned the corner and walked down the hall towards the room.

“You do realize that everything that happened today is your fault!” Heisenberg growled as he caught up with you, “if you had not run off and into an unknown village where anything could have killed you…”

You entered his room, grabbed the edge of the door, and flung it closed behind you with every ounce of strength you had.  “Hey!  DON’T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME!” Heisenberg roared, stopping the door before it shut.  He shoved it open, making it bang against the wall loudly.  He stood there in front of the doorway, his body large and seething with anger.

You turned around slowly, crossing your arms in front of you.  You stood there defiant, your face impassive, showing him that you would not back down.  “How can you blame me for running off when I finally saw what you’re doing in this slaughterhouse you call a factory?!” you yelled.

Heisenberg narrowed his eyes at you and put his hand up, halting your words.  “This is not a slaughterhouse...those people were already dead when I brought them here!”

You let out an exasperated, incredulous laugh.  “Oh, they were already dead???  That makes it all better, Karl!  Why didn’t you say that as I was running off?!?!”  

Heisenberg walked to his table, grabbed a mug seated on top, and flung it with all his might against the wall.  It shattered into pieces as he closed the space between the two of you, glaring down at you.  “There is a reason why I brought you back to the factory!  Of all of the places in this village, you are safer with me!  You have no fucking clue where you are and what happens here!”

“Then tell me, Karl!  Fucking tell me!  What is going on here??  How are you expecting me to stay put and trust you when you won’t tell me anything?!?!”  You were close to tears.  Never has your anger been so intense that you wanted to scream, cry, and set the place on fire simultaneously.

Without warning, Heisenberg grabbed you and pushed you up against the table.  His gloved hands went to your shoulders before slowly going around your neck.  Momentary panic rose inside you as you felt his fingers tighten around your neck.  You gripped the edge of the table tightly, waiting for him to hurt you.  He didn’t press on your windpipe or restrict your breathing...he simply kept your head still as he looked at you.  Your hands went to his trench coat, grabbing fistfuls of it.  You were ready to kick and push him away if he tried to choke you.  He slowly lifted his hand and removed his sunglasses, letting them drop to the table.  Your face softened as you watched his eyes search yours.  “You make me so goddamn angry.  I could throttle you right here…” he murmured.  

“Let...me...go…” you growled.

“Oh, no, pussycat...I’m not letting you get away again…” And with that, Heisenberg’s lips closed over yours.

It was astonishing how one kiss completely wiped away your anger and your willpower.  The feel of his lips against yours, the slow moan that slipped from his mouth, his right hand on your throat with his left hand cupping the back of your head...you had never been kissed like that before in your entire life.  His mouth opened yours and his tongue snaked out, caressing and coaxing your tongue.  An involuntary whimper escaped your mouth as you gripped his trench coat tighter, pulling him closer.  Your right leg lifted and circled his hip.  With another growl, his mouth never leaving yours, he gripped both legs and hoisted you against him, sitting you up on the table.

When you finally pulled away, you were gasping for air.  Your lips were swollen and bruised from his kisses.  Your body felt like it was on fire.  Heisenberg smiled and took in your flushed cheeks.  Your pupils were blown.  His arms wrapped around you and his hands pressed against your lower back, arching you against him.   “If I didn’t know any better...I’d say you wanted to fuck me…”

You narrowed your eyes at him, but you were so far gone you didn’t have a leg to stand on.  “You egotistical, self-centered asshole…” you spat as you pulled him in and kissed him hard.  Your fingers ran through his hair as you pressed your body against his.  He smirked against your lips and started to grind himself against you.  You felt drunk, your head swimming from his lips on yours and his body pressed to you...you were desperate for him and unable to control your body.

You pushed his trench coat off his shoulders and down his arms.  His hands only left your body for the quickest of moments in order to let the coat drop to the floor.  He pulled his mouth away and grabbed the three items that hung from his neck, pulling them overhead and dropping them loudly to the table.  He removed his gloves as you reached for his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, your eyes never leaving his.  You were taking your time and he was growing impatient.  “Oh, fuck it…” Heisenberg growled.  Unable to control himself, he ripped his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere.  

He discarded his buttoned up shirt and went for his undershirt, pulling it over his head.  Once it was off, you moaned softly, your lips parting as you took in his naked torso.  Your fingers started at his shoulders and slowly moved downward, letting your fingertips slide over his skin.  Heisenberg’s chest rose and fell as he studied your face.  He saw your tongue slide over your lips, your eyes gazing over his chest and stomach.  Desire was evident on your face and it aroused him beyond measure.  Of all the times he thought of you, lusted after you, jerked off elsewhere in the factory when you were locked away in this very room...he never thought that you wanted him as well.

“Karl…” you whispered as you looked up and met his gaze.  You grabbed the hem of your shirt and brought it over your head.  Heisenberg let out a murmured curse as he looked down at your breasts held inside of your bra.  His cock grew harder as his hands went behind you.  You shivered at the feel of his lips on your neck as he unclasped your bra and pulled it down your arms.  Letting it fall to the floor, he laid you down on the table.

“God dammit, pussycat…” Heisenberg moaned as his lips kissed down your chest.  Both of his hands grasped, squeezed, and caressed your breasts.  You whimpered and arched your back at the feel of his full lips and the tickle of his beard against your skin.  Your legs gripped his hips and your hands moved from his hair down to his shoulders.  You could feel the scars peppered along his back.  Looking down, you watched as his tongue circled your nipple and his teeth lightly nibbled on it.

“Karl...oh my god, Karl...you’re...you’re getting me wet…” you panted.  Heisenberg let out a growl as he moved to kiss your other breast.  His hands went to your pants and unzipped them frantically.  Your eyes widened as his right hand pushed down the front of your panties and his fingers dipped between your pussy lips.

“Mmmmm….you weren’t lying…” he smirked.  Before you knew what was happening, Heisenberg pulled you off the table and whirled you around with your back pressing against him.  He shoved his hand back down your panties and continued to finger you.  “You’re so fucking wet, Y/N…” he purred into your ear, “...I’m gonna sink my cock so deep inside of you.  I’m gonna make you cum over and over again, do you understand me?”

You moaned and nodded as one hand assisted his hand in your pants and one hand reached up to tug at his hair.  You moaned and whimpered helplessly as his rough, calloused fingers rubbed your swollen clit.  You could feel his cock through his pants and you realized in that moment how desperate you were for him.  All of the things you wanted to do to his prick ran through your mind...you wanted to be on your knees before him with his cock in your mouth...you wanted to straddle his body and ride his dick until you came shouting his name.

“Karl...I want your cock…” you moaned.

“Mmmm fuck, pussycat...say it again…” he demanded, his fingers rubbing your clit harder.

“I want your cock…”

“Louder!”

“Oh fuck, Karl, I want your cock!!!” you screamed.

“Good girl.  First, cum on my fingers.  Cum for me and then I’ll give you my cock…” he grinned as he nibbled your earlobe.

Your hips bucked and gyrated against his hand.  His hips pushed against your ass, his dick rock hard and desperate for you.  Heisenberg knew that once he crossed that line and pushed so deep inside of you that he would never want to pull out.  He would stay nestled in your cunt, cum, get hard again, and spill inside of you all over again.  You were going to be the death of him.

“Karl...Karl...please don’t stop fingering me, Karl...OH GOD!!!!” you screamed.  You fisted his long hair and pushed at his hand as your body trembled and quaked.   Heisenberg almost came in his pants as he watched you fall apart in his arms.  His name on your tongue sounded like both a curse and a prayer.

You shuddered against him as he turned the both of you towards his bed and guided you over.  Heisenberg pulled his wet fingers from your panties and brought them to his mouth.  His eyes closed as he savored the taste of you.  Images of your legs spread and his tongue shoved in your pussy aroused him even more.  Before the night was through, he would taste you again.

He kicked off his boots and pulled off his pants and socks.  You crawled atop the bed and laid down on your stomach, your body still humming from your orgasm.  The feel of his hands peeling off your shoes, socks, and pants made you turn your head to look back at him.  Your eyes widened as he stood naked before you.  His cock was thick and hard, pre-cum forming at the tip.  Your mouth watered and you looked up at his dark eyes.  Without being told, you lifted your hips, arched your back, and lowered your head down to the bed.

“Y/N, I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I met you…” Heisenberg confessed, gripping your hips and angling you against him.  “Watching you sleep next to me...hearing you breathe...when I listened to you moaning in your sleep...you have no fucking idea how much I wanted you…”

“Karl…” you moaned as you closed your eyes and bit your lower lip, “...when you caught me moaning as I slept...I was dreaming of you…”

Not being able to wait one more minute, Heisenberg gripped his cock in his hands and pushed the tip into your cunt.

The both of you moaned loudly as he pushed deeper and deeper.  You spread your thighs wider and arched your back.  Unable to stop yourself, you reached for your clit and began to rub wildly.  You were desperate for another orgasm.

“Stop…” Heisenberg ordered gruffly, grabbing both of your wrists and placing them on your lower back, “you’ll cum when I say you can cum.  Do you understand?”  You whimpered and nodded, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes.  You needed to cum again...and you needed to cum on Heisenberg’s dick.

Holding both of your wrists in one hand and his other hand on your hip, he thrusted hard and deep.  You let out a loud whimper as his hips picked up speed.  The feel of his cock rubbing back and forth along your G-spot was exquisite and agonizing.  You needed this man more than anything you have ever needed in your life.  And here he was, buried so deep you thought you would go insane.

“Y/N...oh fuck...you feel so fucking good...so fucking tight...uh….uh….uh fuck!” Heisenberg growled.  You squeezed your pussy around his cock, pulsing and gripping him tight.  He let out a loud shout as his thrusts quickened.  The steady slap of his skin against yours echoed in the room.  You moaned, whimpered, and panted loudly.  He felt so unbelievable inside of you.  You never wanted him to stop fucking you.

Heisenberg switched from hard, fast strokes to slow and torturous movements.  His orgasm was so close and he could feel that yours was as well, but he didn’t want it to be over so soon.  He watched his cock push in and out of your dripping wet cunt.  The helpless sounds that flowed from your mouth was music to his ears.  You were so perfectly submissive in that moment and he never wanted to let you go.

“Karl…” you whimpered helplessly, “...I’m so close...please, Karl...please...cum inside of me...I want to feel you cum deep inside of me…”

Your words tipped him over the edge.  He released your wrists, both of his hands gripping your hips tight, and started to ram into you hard and fast.

“Y/N...Y/N...cum on my cock...right now...RIGHT NOW...FFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!” Heisenberg roared as ropes of cum shot deep inside of you.  You felt his cock spasm over and over.  Hearing him shout your name made you lose all control and you unraveled frantically.  You screamed his name again and again, your hands grabbing fistfuls of the sheets under you as your thighs trembled.  Heisenberg’s fingers sunk into your hips as he continued to thrust over and over, the tempo slowing to soft rocking.

Beads of sweat slid down Heisenberg’s skin.  His hair clung to his face and neck.  He watched his cock inside of you as he panted for breath.  His right hand slowly traced from your hip, up your back, and to the nape of your neck.  You relaxed as his fingers massaged your neck and caressed your flesh.

“Okay…” he murmured.

You lifted your face from the bed, looking back at him.  “Okay, what?”

“I’ll tell you everything, Y/N...what I am, where you are, who resides here...everything.”

[jenleigh1]

For the Fanfic Writer Ask Meme: B, E, N, R :D

Thanks very much for the ask!

B:  What was the first fandom you read fic in?  Which was the first you wrote fic for?

Oh man, I'm going to date myself here. xD My very first fic-reading fandom was The X-Files, way back in the day. The first fandom I ever wrote anything for was Sherlock Holmes (I'm sorry, I'm an incredible nerd!), but of course it's just MGS nowadays.

E: What character do you identify with most?  Is there a certain fic of yours that captures these qualities particularly well?

Ah, in the MGS world I'd have to go with Otacon - I imagine he's a popular choice, lol. I suspect most of us have a little "stammering, insecure scientist who happens to be in love with the big beefy jock" somewhere deep down inside.

In all seriousness, though, I've always found Otacon to be one of the more heroic characters in the series, in his own quiet way. He overcomes a lot of personal baggage, and his own fear/insecurity issues, and always manages to Get Shit Done when push comes to shove. He doesn't do the flashy, 'blowing-things-up' part of the job, but he's consistently shown to be very competent at what he does. And when he has to do something that's very much NOT in his wheelhouse (like dragging his half-dead partner out of a river during a manhunt, or flying a helicopter full of hostages to safety right after watching his sister die), he steps up to the plate and does what needs doing.

In terms of fic, I'd say probably Taught By Thirst?? I am a huge sucker for Otacon being a terrified-but-competent badass in the immediate post-tanker aftermath, and that's a huge part of what that particular fic is about. He's the biggest unsung hero of the series, truly. ❤

N: Any fic ideas brewing that you’d care to share?

So many, lol! My problem is that I'm an *incredibly* slow, plodding writer, so it takes a long time to actually get anything to fruition.

Currently, I'm working on finishing up the last chapter of Or Else The Light... which is coming along nicely but DEAR GOD, it's going to be long. 😫 Hoping to have it done and posted sometime in the next couple of weeks or so.

Once that's finished, I do have several other ideas on the docket. In no particular order, they include:

Another longish, multi-chapter fic in the same series as Taught By Thirst, Everything That Rises, and Or Else The Light - set in the time period between MGS2 and 4, and dealing with their acquisition of Sunny and the start of Snake's accelerated aging issues.

A smutty 'sneaking suit sex' one-shot, because God knows I like PWPs as much as the next person and I have *thoughts* about how this might go down.

A "five times this happened" kind of thing with several loosely-related vignettes taking place at different times in the series, centered around scenarios where Snake runs into trouble in the field and Otacon has to deal with the aftermath - featuring different moods (awkward, funny/cute, angsty, etc.) depending on the details. Would likely include some bits from very early Philanthropy era, MGS4 era, and everything in between... kind of, tracing the evolution of their partnership (and, ahem... *partnership*, if you catch my drift) over time, through that lens.

R: Which writers (fanfic or otherwise) do you consider the biggest influence on you and your writing?

OH MAN, that's a tough one. I honestly think I take a little something away from almost everything I read, whether it's related to phrasing, word choice, character development, plotting, etc.

Because the truth is - writing any kind of fiction is fucking HARD, y'all. Much harder than I would have guessed, before I'd ever tried it myself. (How the fuck do people do this for a living??? Hats off, for real.) So nowadays, I like to pay attention to the mechanics of how the author is doing things when I read.

In terms of fanfic, when I was pretty heavily involved in the SH fandom, there was an absolutely amazing writer I still remember - she was very prolific, and her stuff was absolutely S-tier in every way. Beautiful prose, beautiful dialogue, story structure/theme that just got better the more you analyzed it, etc. Reading her stuff felt like reading a really excellent, beautifully-written published novel, and that was the first time it really struck me that fanfic could be... *that*, you know?

Don't get me wrong - I also like quick little character studies, and fun trashy smut, and everything in between! I also love that writing fanfic is something that literally anyone can try their hand at, and no one is necessarily expecting that you're going to sound like James Joyce. There is very little pressure to be "good", however one might try to define that - kind of like singing karaoke, in a bar. 😂 We're all just here to have fun, first and foremost.

BUT - I still remember the impression that made on me. And I still think about her now, when I write.

In the real world of published writing, there are SO MANY wonderful authors whose stuff I've loved. But in terms of... writing style, I guess? Word choice and phrasing, and the way a story is constructed - probably the two biggest standouts for me are Margaret Atwood and Tana French. I admire both of them tremendously.

[destielfanfic]

My First Destiel Fic, vol.3

Thank you guys for sharing your memories! My First Destiel Fic is a nostalgic survey open to any destiel fan and has a simple goal - to celebrate fics that were our gateway into a wonderful world of destiel shipping. Thank you, fic writers, you are our heroes!

from @nextheirofslytherin

my first destiel fic was “In This Secluded Spot I Respond As I Wouldn't Dare Elsewhere” by RhymePhile. the girl i liked who got me into supernatural in middle school recommended it to me, so it always has a special place in my heart 😅 it was the first fic i read on ao3 too! i read it while i was watching s3 (cas hadn’t even shown up yet!) but the show was in its 9-10th season

All fic titles link directly to the fic, when it’s possible, we have added another link to our review or submitted rec post.

In This Secluded Spot I Respond As I Wouldn’t Dare Elsewhere by rhymephile [M, 34,000 word count, posted 2010] (our review)

It's 1995, and Castiel's high school years are destined to be difficult: home-schooled until eighth grade, he is awkward, shy, and socially inept. The weird kid with the funny name would rather isolate himself and draw in his sketchbook than deal with the constant bullying he faces every day. Things only get worse in his junior year when he excels in home economics class, leading the captain of the baseball team, Alastair, to start taunting him for being gay. Then new student Dean Winchester arrives at Flour Bluff High School, sharing many of Castiel's classes. Castiel has seen his type before -- handsome, athletic, arrogant, and sure to be the most popular kid in school. But Castiel eventually learns that he and Dean have more in common than he thought, and they form an unlikely friendship.

from @deansbff

i joined the fandom in the beginning of 2019 and molting expectations by tricia_16 was the first fic (over 11k words) that i read. it really made me fall in love with deancas because i realised i didn't need them to be in the canon!verse to be so wonderful, their relationship was amazing in whatever universe they were in and it was always intriguing to read about!!

Molting Expectations by tricia_16 [163,100 word count, posted 2019]

After having trouble coping with a traumatic incident on the job, Dean takes his little brother's advice and leaves everything behind to go stay at the old family cabin in Colorado. Nobody's been there for years so it needs some major work, but it's secluded, and that turns out to be exactly what Dean needs in order to start to feel at peace again. Now in the mountains with nothing but nature to amuse himself with, he takes up bird watching and plans a hike into the mountain range across from his cabin in search of a golden eagle. High up in the mountains, he discovers human footprints. Thinking someone is in danger, he follows them into a cave and quickly becomes familiar with a form of wildlife he never could have imagined: winged people who call themselves angels.

from @bornonathursdayinmarch

I actually started out in the fandom against Destiel. I mean, it was pretty clear that Dean Winchester was not into men. But then I read “Redemption Road” by accident around 2015. I didn’t know it was Destiel. But I got really into it and this fic totally changed my mind on Dean/Cas. I have since read hundreds of Destiel fics and I am more into the ship than ever. My absolute favorite fanfic is “Sweaters and Cigarettes” by lemonoclefox. I love how shy, caring Dean softens cynical Castiel and how in love they are despite being so different. It makes me smile when I’m down.

Redemption Road by spnredemption (the fic is a collaborative effort of a group of destiel writers and artists) [NC-17, 650,000 word count, 24 episodes, posted 2011-12)

With Castiel having set himself up as the new God, drunk on power and volatile as a nuclear reactor, Dean, Sam, and Bobby find themselves on the run from the jealous, capricious monster wearing the face of their friend. Desperate for protection and wary of his brother’s mental state since Castiel unlocked Sam’s memories of Hell, Dean knows Castiel must be defused before he can wreak further havoc in Heaven or on Earth. Although Bobby advocates for destroying Castiel by whatever means necessary, Dean is convinced the Cas he once knew still remains, buried somewhere beneath the mass of poisonous souls and calling out for help. Determined to save the angel who once rescued him from Hell and redefined his purpose in life, Dean himself must resist the allure of the false deity vying for his obedience, and come to terms with the knowledge, long-suppressed, that his feelings for Castiel run much deeper than brotherhood. It is this bond, and the dubious distinction of the Righteous Man, that will ultimately grant Dean access to where Castiel’s grace languishes in Purgatory. However, what Dean brings back with him is broken, angry, and only half-angel, certainly not the Castiel he remembers—and nor is it the only thing that returns to Earth with them…

Sweaters & Cigarettes by lemonoclefox [NC-17, 150,000 word count, posted 2014]  NOTE - the fic was deleted from ao3 by the author, please see our review for more details

Dean Winchester is in high school, crushing hard on Castiel Novak, the unbelievably hot goth who Dean does his very best to convince himself he hates, despite the fact that he can’t really stop staring at him. Dean tries, but when the two of them finally cross paths, their first conversation takes a surprising turn. And suddenly, they both find themselves falling harder and faster than they ever could have expected.

from @iamasphodelknox

Hi! The fic that made Destiel my OTP was The Walk series by Persephoneshadow. It blew my mind and I hadn’t even started watching Supernatural yet. 🙈 I started watching the show last year, just as Season 15 was starting. I’m a newbie but this comfort ship felt like coming home. I also read a turn of the earth by microcomets just as I got to season 4 and it is one of the best things I’ve ever read, fic or no. :)

The Walk by Persephoneshadow [NC-17, 190,000 word count, posted 2017]

Castiel tells himself it was a one time thing, even if his night with a hooker named Dean changed his whole world, but he can’t keep away from the man fate keeps throwing in his path. Castiel is married and he knows his sexuality is an affront to God and everything he’s ever been told is right. Dean tells himself he doesn’t care about the weirdo with blue eyes, but every time they meet he gets a bit closer to something like hope. Dean’s nothing but a homeless waste of space with a brother in foster care a world away and a father in the wind. As the connection between these two lost men deepens, it threatens the carefully maintained lies their lives are built on in a story of faith, mistakes, and the journey of love.

a turn of the earth by mishcollin microcomets [NC-17, 95,300 word count, posted 2015] (our review)

Dean’s your typical half-orphaned, monster-killing 22-year-old until a trenchcoated stranger crashes into his back windshield one September night, claiming he’s an angel that knows him from the future and that he’s on the run. Frigging fantastic. (Or, in which Castiel gets stuck in Dean’s timeline pre series and Dean kind of hates it—until he doesn’t.)

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You can find all My First Destiel Fic posts under this tag!

[sheepfulsheepyardinspace]

Do you have any Star Wars fanfic recommendations, or have a link to someone else's list? I really wanna veg out.

oh my god, DO I. this may have been the best ask in the world. i’m not really sure what u want a feel for, so i threw together some of my favorite longfics for maximum veg time from the ot/pt and links for swr and swtcw recs. they’re pretty much all luke-anakin/vader centric, since that’s kinda my bread and butter.

let’s start with frodogenic, who wrote the first longfic i ever read in sw and might be one of the funniest authors ever. they once reviewed my fanfic & i nearly cried from joy. anyway. 

The Father, 284k+, complete. “Ten years after ROTS, tormenting nightmares of his unborn child drive Darth Vader to extraordinary measures with unexpectedly drastic consequences. Clearly, experience has taught Darth Vader nothing...” 

this is my og star wars fic and boy oh boy is it amazing. i will never get over this. i don’t want to spoil anything but when i say the final chapters are great? i mean they’re legendary. sometimes i still think about them & wish upon a star that i could be such a great writer. vader’s amazing, han is spectacular, and the ocs are fantastic.

Far More Than Rubies, 70k+, complete. “Nine years after AOTC, tragedy revisits the Lars Homestead. Little Luke Skywalker is suddenly plunged into chaos as the rebel movements discover a secret military project that may make a crucial difference in the war with the Empire.”

the spiritual twin of The Father, FMTR takes a look at padmé’s character and relationship with both luke and anakin/vader that’s hard to beat. it’s darker and heavier than The Father, but it hits those same sweet, sweet emotional beats while raising the age-old question: if padmé had lived, what would she have done?

The Family Tree, 12k, complete. “In which Luke Skywalker is stranded in a tree waiting for a flash flood to recede. Too bad he's got company...”

okay, i admit, this isn’t a longfic, but it is a longshot, and it’s amazing. the imagery and description always blow me away, and the interaction (canon-compliant) between luke and vader just [chef’s kiss] get me. vader’s in full, glorious form, and it makes it all the harder when luke wrestles with the knowledge that vader is his father.

Sibling Revelry, 25k, complete. “After Bespin and before Endor, Darth Vader is shocked to discover that Luke and Leia are twins. He's even more shocked when Imperial Intelligence reports that Organa and Skywalker are, erm, a tad closer than previously suspected.”

this is complete crack and humor in the best way possible. it’s crack treated entirely seriously, and you will be in stitches, i promise. no matter how many times i’ve read this i break down.

KittandChips (@kittandchips) writes what i can only describe as food for the soul. the luke-vader interaction is insanely amazing, the world building of daily imperial life and imperial governance is amazing, and vader just has a special je ne sais quoi that u must read to understand––tragic, funny, and so, so fatherly. they’re currently rewriting the Force Bond Series to fit in with newer canon, so i will joyously binge reread the entire again (including the new Force Bond: Mustafar Weekend).

Force Bond 1: Orphan, 47k, complete. “After Owen and Beru are killed by a mysterious stranger, young Luke ends up as an orphan on Coruscant. It's a race against time as Obi-Wan struggles to find Luke before Vader realizes the boy is his son.”

Orphan kicks off the series, which tracks vader and luke’s relationship through the perils of luke’s teenagerhood while growing up under the eye of the emperor and imperial court. it’s filled with slow growth, struggle and misunderstandings as darth vader tries to single parent, and pay off in every installment. the entire series clocks in around 777k+ and is the most joyful, fulfilling reading you’ll ever have. promise.

darth-nickels (@darth--nickels) writes darker, twistier, and terribly, terribly heartwrenching aus. they’ve got a whole host, but let me introduce to my two favorites. also, check out their faux-academia on vader. it’s amazing and i love it, but i admit i am an academia hoe.

Dooku Captured, Pt 2, 16k, complete. “Dooku is taken alive onboard the Invisible Hand, and Sidious' web is torn. The Sith Lord wonders if death might have been preferable to clumsy interrogation by Anakin Skywalker.”

Dooku Captured is a longshot au told from Dooku’s pov which takes the beginning of ROTS and throws it on its head. it’s a fascinating outside perspective of anakin and obi-wan’s relationship and such and interesting examination of dooku’s psyche and especially his complex relationship with the jedi order, qui-gon, yoda, and palpatine. i cannot rec this one enough.

Black Mirror, 90k, incomplete. “The Ghost crew returns to the Lothal when they hear the Empire is investigating the Jedi Temple there. They learn Vader is alone and decide to take him out-- but what they find could change the course of Galactic history.”

Black Mirror diverges into swr territory, but make no mistake: this is entirely an examination of vader and, later, obi-wan as well as ahsoka. luke makes his appearance later in the game, and boy oh boy will you love luke’s portrayal is a microcosm of luke and vader’s relationship within canon. heed the tags, though.

jerseydevious ( @jerseydevious ) is, first and foremost, one of my favorite people on earth. secondly, though, she’s an amazing writer with a deep understanding of vader’s character and psyche, a flair for beautiful depictions, and the true ability to wring every emotion out of your body.

Two and a Half Men (with a baby), 13k, incomplete. “After a long day of bargaining with Hutts and attempting to ignore his past, Darth Vader is nearing the end of his rope. When he discovers his two-year-old son, it's the straw that breaks the semi-rational Sith Lord's back; in a rash act worthy of the Skywalker name, he scoops his son into his arms, steals a shuttle from his own fleet, and punches in random hyperspace coordinates to a destination on the other side of the galaxy. Unfortunately, father and son are not the only ones on the ship.”

Two and a Half Men will stick with you, dude. like no other. i promise. it’s a whirlwind ride with obi-wan, vader, and piett and as funny as it is heartbreaking. it touches on some heavy issues and doesn’t shy away from looking at the damage done to vader––again, heed the tags.

Helioseismology, 4k, complete. “Luke gets shot down on a supply run and caught in an ice storm. It's extremely lucky that his father followed him there.“

i’ll admit. im completely biased about this one because it was a birthday gift to me and i am sucker for litcherally anything when jd puts pen to paper, but believe me when i say you will be awed by the depth and tangled relationships between these luke and vader that jersey can illustrate in a stroke of the paintbrush. im love. always.

izzythehutt ( @izzythehutt ) i am blown away by the intricate dialogue and characterization, always. and the latin puns? im sold. im also a sucker for latin puns, but that’s a story for a different time.

In Loco Pirates, 34k, complete. “A down-on-his-luck Hondo Ohnaka manages to capture the unicorn of all bounties--Luke Skywalker, which sends Darth Vader, Lord of the Sith, on a painfully familiar trip to the planet Florrum to collect his prize. The failed negotiations leave Vader in the awkward position of being stuck in a besieged pirate bunker, trying to balance keeping his wayward child safe (and in his custody) with controlling the tongue of a loose-lipped pirate who--to the surprise of no one--has a bad habit of telling 'amusing' anecdotes from the Clone Wars.”

hondo, aka the best character of swtcw, is brought to life just as vividly on paper as on screen. his entire personality brings luke and vader’s difficulties in a sort of incredulous light, which makes it as funny as it is vulnerable and tragic. the sequel, Palpatine Ad Portas, brings piett into the spotlight, and oh man do his interactions with palpatine and vader bring u all the uncomfortable vibes. relish in it.

sparklight ( @littlesparklight ) man. lemme introduce u to an amazing prolific and detailed writer. i will never get over the series they’ve written & neither will u.

Where Our Intrepid Hero Doesn’t Get Away, 122k, incomplete. “One-shots surrounding either AU situations of canon/legends works where Luke would normally have gotten away (or Vader is simply inserted into the action to come pick his child up) but in these instances doesn't, or completely new scenarios of the same. There are no deep ruminations on consequences of the situations here, just our awful Sith dad picking his son up when he'd rather not be.”

exactly what it says on the tin. u know those glorious moments of fanfic where luke’s gotten captured and ur on pins and needles, waiting for vader to show up in a moment of dark glory? here’s the moment. here’s all the moments.

Space Race, 122k, incomplete. “Owen gives in to Luke's wish to attend the Imperial Academy and Obi-Wan is too late to avert it, though he's not too late to make sure Luke leaves Arkanis before Vader can gets his hands on him. Luke spends over a month running around the galaxy before his father gets him, and from there...”

this story relishes in chase and boy is it fun. it will keep you on the edge of your seat and it’s an amazing ride.

The Suns of Tatooine, 85k, complete. “Luke ends up on a moon swamped in dark side energy after a mission goes wrong, then his father appears... and then they go on a bit of a learning experience. This could've been the only thing that would come of getting through a Sith complex with his father, but thanks to going to free Han earlier than the gang did otherwise, more revelations are had. Will that change anything?”

this series is a thoughtful, contemplative piece examining the nature of the force and the relationship the skywalkers have with tatooine. the descriptions are beautiful, the inventiveness is amazing, and you’ll be thinking about it for long afterwards.

an additional few…

Between Flight and Longing; 34k, complete. “Luke Skywalker and Han Solo journey to the planet Balen'ar on a desperate mission and find more than they'd bargained for.”

a classic and it is for a reason. the interaction between han, luke, and vader is so spectacular and the slow trudge of going through the forest with your greatest enemy and best friend is something hilarious. the end is bittersweet and fantastic.

The Sith Who Brought Life Day, 13k, complete. “An Imperial officer loses a bet and has to get Darth Vader a present for Life Day.”

somewhere between terrifying and dull, this fic presents a canon-compliant look at the hunt for luke and the grinding wheels of the empire. the oc is amazing and it echoes in true star wars spirit: sometimes it’s just some dude who can change the galaxy.

Quintessence, 5k, complete. ‘“Well, Master, I think I’ve found the one positive aspect of this situation.” “Which is?” “The Temple won’t have to pay the costs for our funeral pyres.”’

pure hilarity and shenanigans abound in pre-aotc obi-wan and anakin hijink goodness. lemme tell u––u will deeply sympathize with mace windu afterwards. additionally, check out the rest of the author’s oneshots! they’re deeply thoughtful and the interactions the author writes between obi-wan and anakin are always gold.

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here’s a full list of recommendations for star wars rebels fanfic in case this is what you’re looking for (remember when this used to be a swr blog, lmao)

i’ve also written sw fanfic, both swr and luke-vader centric. drop by and tell me if it’s any good!

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oh my god i finally had a chance to read part two of cherry (i read the first part on my other account when you first wrote it hahah) and i am not even kidding when i say i am laying in my bed sobbing my eyes out at one in the morning. i am not okay. like it's not just one or two tears, i'm full on weeping. and my mascara is stinging my eyes but i have to write this to you before i forget because youre amazing.

any writer who can make their audience feel things when they read deserves the world. that's the importance of writers. to allow their audience to feel things when nothing else lets them feel. to cultivate a world where their audience doesn't have to deal with the shit life gives them. you are an author, not just a smut writer. or a fanfic writer. you are amazing.

i can only hope to be as good as you. i've been writing for a long time, but i have a long way to go. writers like you are the reason i started this account. writers like you are the reason i love to read.

and now i will give you a play by play of each part of cherry pt 2 that had me bawling my eyes out :D

1. obviously when summer was a fucking bitch (sorry for my language)

2. when seung said "i don't believe you" (that shit hurted)

3. when he jerked off to yn (because the memories he was having and the thoughts were just so sad. i was sobbing)

4. all those fricking voicemails yn left him jfkdalfkdj i'mnotokay

5. when she talked to jake about seung

6. when seung finally called her back

7. the entire rest of the fic :D

anyways, i know this is very lengthy, but i really wanted you to know that your writing is beautiful. you are so skilled. i know writing isn't easy. i know there are times of burn out and writer's block and self doubt and worry about whether or not the writing is good enough. but you do it so well. your writing is so good. and so i hope you always remember that. even on the hard days. also you followed me back awhile ago and i literally started crying, i was so excited. you're seriously one of my favorite writers on tumblr and i was so so excited that one of my writing role models followed me back.

i hope you're doing well <3 here, i give u kiss & big hug cause u deserve it <3 stay safe and healthy ! can't wait to read more of your future works. (ps, i finally stopped sobbing hahah)

with all the love in my heart, nana 💌

i.... i have literally never cried harder reading an ask oh my god. "you are an author, not just a smut writer. or a fanfic writer. you are amazing." i'm not exaggerating when i say i literally let out a sob 💔💔

i wish i had the right words to thank you. i can't begin to say how happy it makes me that my little fic gave you an escape, even just for a little bit. writing is my safe place and knowing that my work can do the same for someone else... that's literally the most rewarding thing in the world 😭😭

i'm literally shaking and crying reading this and like i said, i wish i had something better to say than THANK YOU. but please know that i'll never ever ever forget this and it made me cry and i love you so so so much nana 🥺❤️ i'm so glad we're moots and i'm so excited to read everything you put out in the future!!!