#none of my fic IDEAS are even for the same ships

[lesbiansanemi]

One thing I will always find really funny is you could give me literally any f/f ship ever and I will probably love it or at least be like “yes yes I see the vision” no matter how much of a rarepair or even a crackship it is. M/f you’ve got about a 30% chance to sell it to me based on a lot of genuinely good canon backing and consistent writing. M/m ships? The moon has to be in the right phase and the wind fair and if the exact conditions are met I might be deigned to hear it out. Truly I was put on this earth to balance against the fujoshis

[inseobts]

oh my goddd I just read the Monster trio & pregnant reader fic and i loved it.

Could you write about them as baby dads?

🫵 Made Him a Dad

after the pregnancy and labor let's see they’re doing as newly dads?

a/n: tried to not be repetitive but it was hard lmao

also a special thanks and credits to @katsukis-foxie6 for giving me some ideas, espcially for sanji's ❤︎❤︎❤︎

characters: luffy, zoro, sanji

words count: around 0.9k - 1.3k each

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

── .✦ Monkey D. Luffy:

The Straw Hat crew was anchored at a small island, taking a rare break after a long stretch of adventures. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the ship as you cradled your baby girl, Dawn, in your arms. She was only a few months old, but her presence already seemed to brighten every corner of the Thousand Sunny. Her tiny hands wrapped around your finger, and the sound of her soft giggles filled the air.

Luffy, his usual exuberance toned down just a bit, sat across from you, his eyes locked on Dawn with a mixture of pride and awe.

“She’s so cute, y/n,” Luffy said with his signature grin, his voice filled with warmth “Look at her! She’s already so strong! I bet she’s gonna be a great pirate!”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at Luffy’s enthusiasm “She’s barely even walking yet, Luffy. Maybe let’s wait a few years before we start recruiting her into the crew.”

Luffy’s face lit up “Oh, at her age I already wanted to be the king of pirates!" He turns to look at you and your serious face kinda scares him "...Y-yeah, we should let her grow a little first! But she’s gonna be the best, I just know it! I’ll teach her everything I know!”

Suddenly, a loud voice boomed from the shore, and you looked up to see none other than your grandfather-in-law, Garp, strolling toward the ship with a big grin plastered on his face.

“Oi, Luffy!” Garp shouted, his signature Marine coat fluttering behind him “I heard you had a kid! About time you stopped being such a carefree idiot and started taking responsibility!”

Luffy jumped to his feet immediately, his eyes widening with excitement “Grandpa! You’re here!” He grabbed Dawn from your arms before you could even protest, holding her in front of Garp with the same proud grin he always wore “Look! This is my daughter!”

You stood up and approached them with a smile, watching Garp’s reaction carefully. Garp stared down at the tiny bundle in Luffy’s arms, his usual gruff expression softening as he regarded her.

“She’s tiny,” Garp muttered, squinting at Dawn, but his voice held a strange tenderness “I didn’t think Luffy could make something this cute.”

Luffy puffed out his chest with pride “She’s gonna grow strong, just like me! And she’s gonna be a great pirate!”

Garp grunted, crossing his arms “A pirate, huh? You’ve got a long way to go if you’re gonna make her one of your little nakama, brat.”

Luffy beamed, clearly not bothered by the teasing “I’ll make sure she’s ready! Right, Dawn?” He shook her gently, making silly noises that caused her to giggle. Dawn’s tiny fingers grasped at Luffy’s hand, and it seemed like the whole world stopped for a second.

Garp let out a low chuckle, his usual gruff demeanor melting a bit as he saw the deep love in Luffy’s eyes “Well, kid, looks like you’re serious about being a dad. I can’t believe it, but I guess you’ve really grown up. She’s got your stupid grin, that’s for sure.”

Luffy looked over at you with wide eyes, his face flushed with excitement “Grandpa likes her! He said she looks like me!”

You smiled softly, your heart swelling with affection for both your husband and daughter “She has your smile, alright” you said gently, brushing a strand of hair from Dawn’s face.

Luffy beamed, clearly feeling validated by Garp’s approval “I’m gonna teach her all kinds of stuff! How to eat a ton, how to never give up on your dreams, and how to make sure the meat’s always cooked perfectly! She’s gonna be awesome!”

Garp raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching upward into a smirk “Well, she’s not gonna be a pirate, that’s for sure.”

Luffy blinked in confusion “Huh? What do you mean? She’s gonna be the greatest pirate ever!”

Garp crossed his arms, grinning mischievously “No way. I’ve seen what happens when you let brats like you run wild. She’s gonna be a Marine, just like her old grandpa.”

Luffy’s eyes widened, and he took a step back, shaking his head in disbelief “What?! No way! She’s gonna be a pirate! You can’t stop that!”

Garp laughed, thoroughly amused by Luffy’s reaction “Oh, I can see it now: ‘Little Dawn, future Marine Admiral!’ No pirates for her! She’ll be the one taking you down one day.”

Luffy’s face scrunched up in determination “No! You’ll see! She’ll be a pirate! And she’s gonna be the best one there is!”

You chuckled softly at their bickering, watching as Garp playfully ruffled Luffy’s hair and then glanced down at Dawn.

“She’s got a strong spirit, though,” Garp admitted with a sigh, softening just a little “I can tell she’ll be a handful, just like her old man. But I’ll make sure she knows the proper way to punch things if she ever tries to follow in your footsteps.”

Luffy grinned, not giving up on his dream “I’ll make sure she’s ready to punch things too—pirate things!”

Garp snorted and let out a deep laugh “Well, kid, you’ve got a good one here. Just don’t be surprised when she ends up in a Marine uniform one day.”

Luffy huffed but looked down at Dawn lovingly “We’ll see about that.”

As the sunset painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, you felt the promise of a new journey unfolding, one with your family at the heart of it all. With Luffy by your side and Garp giving his usual advice, there was no doubt that little Dawn would grow up surrounded by love, adventure, and laughter, her own future as bright as the sun setting before you.

── .✦ Roronoa Zoro:

Your daughter, barely a few months old, has her tiny fingers wrapped around his index finger, her grip firm, almost unrelenting. Zoro raises an eyebrow as he tries to gently pull away, but she refuses to let go, her tiny face scrunching up in determination.

“Damn,” he mutters, glancing at you as you sit beside him, amused “She’s strong.”

You laugh softly, leaning against his arm “Like her dad.”

Zoro doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he watches your daughter with an unreadable expression, his free hand absentmindedly running over her soft, wispy hair. The moment lingers, quiet, thoughtful, before he finally speaks again.

“No,” he says, voice low “Like her mom.”

You blink, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his tone. When you look up at him, you see the way his jaw tightens, the way his fingers twitch slightly against your daughter’s back. He’s thinking about something serious. Something deep.

Zoro’s gaze flickers to you, intense in that way only he can be “That day…” He exhales sharply through his nose. “And not just that day. The whole damn time. Pregnancy, labor... all of it. I thought I knew what strength was, but I didn’t. Not really.”

Your chest tightens. Zoro isn’t one to put things into words often, but when he does, he means every syllable.

“I couldn’t do anything at all,” he admits, still staring at your daughter’s tiny hand around his finger “I just had to sit there and watch while you went through all of it. No fight I’ve ever been in, no injury I’ve ever had... it’s nothing compared to that.” He finally looks back at you, eyes dark with something raw “You’re stronger than me, y/n, believe me.”

You feel your breath catch.

It’s not just the words, it’s also the way he says them, with complete sincerity. Zoro, who has trained his entire life to be the strongest swordsman, means it. He believes it.

You squeeze his arm gently, your voice soft “Zoro…”

He huffs, shaking his head as if the thought still overwhelms him. Then, his expression softens just a little as he looks down at your daughter again. She’s still gripping his finger tightly, completely oblivious to the weight of the moment.

Zoro smirks faintly “She’s lucky to have you as her mom” he mutters.

You smile, warmth blooming in your chest “She’s lucky to have you as her dad.”

He doesn’t answer right away, but you catch the way his grip on your daughter shifts slightly, gentler, but still firm. Protective. Always.

She might have his strength, but Zoro knows exactly where it comes from.

And he’ll never forget it.

Zoro started to be protective towards her since you first announced your pregnancy.

He’s that type of super stressed dads who keeps running around following every single thing she does so that he can catch her if needed. All this with always a big blush on his face.

But it’s not that bad that he controls her bec, in fact, right now, your one-year-old daughter is standing in the middle of the deck, holding onto Luffy’s index fingers as he swings her back and forth like a human jump rope. Every time he lifts her up, she squeals in delight, kicking her little legs mid-air before landing on the deck.

“Again! Again!” she demands, her tiny fists gripping Luffy’s fingers with ridiculous strength.

Zoro, standing nearby with his arms crossed, scowls “Oi. Don’t drop her.”

Luffy grins, stretching his lips wide ���Don’t worry! I won’t!”

You, sitting on a crate just a few feet away, shake your head with a sigh “She’s fine, Zoro. Look at her, she’s having fun.”

Zoro doesn’t budge, arms still crossed “She’s one wrong step away from flying into the ocean.”

Luffy gasps, looking at Kazuki with sparkling eyes “You wanna fly?!”

“Luffy, NO.” you and Zoro shout at the same time.

Kazuki claps her hands “Fly!”

“NO,” Zoro repeats firmly, glaring at Luffy “You are not throwing my kid.”

Luffy pouts “But she’s got a strong grip! She wouldn’t even let go—”

“Luffy,” you say, rubbing your temples “let’s not test her durability today, please.”

Luffy sighs dramatically but doesn’t argue. Instead, he lifts Kazuki up and plops her on his shoulders, holding onto her tiny hands so she doesn’t wobble off.

Zoro mutters under his breath but doesn’t stop it. At least Luffy’s holding onto her.

Sanji chooses this moment to stroll onto the deck, cigarette between his lips but dropping it as he walks towards Kazuki “There’s my little princess,” he coos, hands in his pockets “You hungry, sweetheart?”

Kazuki, who has long since associated Sanji with food, beams “Yummy?”

Sanji grins “The yummiest. I made you something special.”

Zoro immediately frowns “What did you make her?”

Sanji raises an eyebrow “Relax, moss-head. Just some soft fruit and rice balls.”

Zoro doesn’t move “You sure there’s nothing weird in it?”

Sanji bristles, instantly getting in his face “Weird? She’s a baby, you muscle-brained swordsman! What the hell do you think I’d put in her food?”

You sigh, standing up to intervene before they actually start fighting “Okay, okay, both of you calm down. Sanji, thanks for making her food. Zoro, you really do look stressed, why don’t you go take a nap? I’ll stay with her.”

“I’m good, I’ll go later… don’t worry” he says softly but still watches like a hawk as Sanji hands Kazuki a tiny rice ball. She immediately grabs it with both hands and shoves it into her mouth, cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk.

“Good?” Sanji asks, kneeling to her level.

Kazuki chews, sways on her little feet, then beams “Good!”

You smile and ruffle her hair “Say ‘thank you,’ Kazu.”

Kazuki tilts her head, then garbles around the mouthful of rice “Fanku.”

Sanji clutches his chest like he’s been shot “Ohh, my sweet little angel, you’re so polite—”

Zoro scoffs “Don’t act like you raised her.”

Kazuki points a chubby little finger at Zoro and proudly declares “Dada’s idiot.”

Silence.

Then the crew loses it.

Luffy collapses onto the floor, clutching his stomach. Nami has to lean against a barrel, wiping tears from her eyes. Sanji turns away, shoulders shaking with laughter. Even Robin chuckles from where she’s reading in her chair.

Zoro stares at Kazuki, completely betrayed.

You, barely containing your laughter, kneel beside her “Sweetheart, don’t call your daddy an idiot.”

Kazuki tilts her head, as if deep in thought. Then, just as serious, she looks back at Zoro and says—

“Dada’s big idiot.”

Zoro groans so loud it nearly rattles the ship.

Luffy wheezes. Nami nearly falls over. Usopp actually falls over.

You bite your lip, but it’s no use, you’re laughing too.

Zoro glares at all of you “I blame all of you for this... y/n, stop it”

Kazuki, sensing she’s won, lifts her arms up to Zoro. He sighs, scooping her up, resting her against his chest. She immediately nuzzles into his shoulder, letting out a happy little hum.

“Dada” she murmurs.

Zoro exhales, the corner of his lips twitching despite himself. He presses a kiss to her hair, murmuring, “Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky I like you, brat.”

You step closer, resting a hand on his arm “You love her” you tease.

Zoro scoffs “Obviously… unlike you, she doesn’t know what she’s saying”

You go and leave a quick peck on his lips “You’re my lovely big big idiot”.

He blushes like crazy.

Kazuki looks up, sleepy “Dada?”

“Hm?”

She grins “Dada’s big big idiot.”

The crew howls with laughter.

Zoro sighs so deeply, but even as the teasing continues, he holds Kazuki a little closer.

She’s happy, safe, and in his arms. That’s all that matters.

That afternoon, you find them sleeping adorably together, in the same napping position. Smiling, you take a blanket and gently cover them both. Zoro stirs awake, thinking the baby has moved, something that makes you smile even more, knowing how hard it usually is to wake him. When he sees it’s you, he reaches for your hand and quietly invites you to join them, pulling you in for a cuddle.

── .✦ Vinsmoke Sanji:

Sanji is soft with her.

Softer than you ever thought possible.

You watch from the doorway as he sits on the edge of your shared bed, cradling your daughter so delicately, like she’s made of glass. His thumb gently strokes over her tiny fingers, his breath slow, steady, controlled. But his eyes hold something else.

Something hesitant.

Something uncertain.

Your heart tightens.

“She’s sleeping,” you whisper, stepping closer “You don’t have to be so tense.”

Sanji barely glances up “I know.”

But he doesn’t relax. Not even a little.

Instead, he just keeps staring at her, as if waiting for something. As if at any moment, she’ll change into something unfamiliar, something he won’t know how to handle.

You sit beside him, curling close, resting your head against his shoulder. One arm wraps around his waist, the other reaching out to trace the soft fabric of the onesie your daughter is bundled in. She shifts slightly, making a tiny sound, and Sanji freezes.

You feel the sharp inhale he takes. The way his fingers twitch, just barely, as if bracing himself.

And suddenly, you understand.

“Sanji.” You keep your voice gentle “What’s wrong?”

He exhales slowly through his nose “Nothing.”

You don’t let that slide. Not with him. Not when he’s never been able to lie to you.

You shift, pulling back just enough to see his face “You’re scared.”

His jaw tenses, his grip on your daughter tightening the smallest bit “Of course I am,” he murmurs “I’ve never done this before.”

You shake your head “No, I know it's not just that.”

He doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t have to. You can see it all over him, the weight of his past, the fears he won’t say out loud.

So you say them for him... “You’re scared of being like him.”

Sanji flinches.

It’s barely noticeable. A fraction of movement, a flicker in his expression. But you know him too well.

“I’m not,” he starts, but his voice falters “I mean—I would never—”

“I know,” you cut in softly “And she’ll know too.”

His breath shudders “But what if—”

“She won’t be like them, Sanji.” You rest your hand over his, where he’s still holding her so, so carefully “And even if she was, she’d still be ours.”

Sanji swallows hard “I don’t want her to be cold,” he whispers “I don’t want her to feel like she has to earn love. I don’t want her to think—” He stops, jaw clenching “Like I did.”

Your chest tightens.

You knew. Of course you knew. You knew how deep his scars ran, how much he still carried, no matter how much love he poured into everyone else.

You squeeze his hand “She won’t.”

Sanji shakes his head “You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do,” you insist, voice steady “Because you are her father.”

That makes him pause.

“She’s going to grow up knowing love, Sanji. Because you give it so easily, so naturally. Because you would rather die than see her cry. Because when she wakes up at night, you hold her before I can even sit up. Because you—” Your voice wavers, but you press on “Because you are already the best father she could ever have.”

Sanji exhales, shaky, uneven. His grip on your daughter loosens just slightly, his thumb resuming its soft strokes against her tiny hand.

“She’s so small” he murmurs, almost to himself.

You smile, leaning into him again “Yeah. But she’s yours.”

That does something to him.

You feel the tension in his body shift, melting just a little. He looks down at your daughter again, something lighter in his expression now. Something less like fear and more like wonder.

“She’s beautiful” he breathes.

You kiss his shoulder “Like her dad.”

Sanji huffs, but you can hear the warmth creeping into his voice “I hope not. She deserves better than a troublesome cook.”

You nudge him playfully “She has a father who will love her unconditionally.”

Sanji doesn’t answer right away.

Instead, he shifts, adjusting his hold on her, drawing her closer. And when he finally speaks, it’s barely above a whisper, so quiet you almost miss it.

“Yeah, she has that.”

Your throat tightens.

You don’t say anything, just slide your arms around him, tucking yourself against his side, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

Sanji rests his chin lightly atop your head. He’s quiet for a moment, but you can feel the way his heartbeat slows, steadying.

Then, just as softly, almost like an afterthought, he murmurs, “I was easy to love. My father was just really bad.”

Your breath catches.

It’s not something he’s ever said before, not so plainly, not so simply.

But now, with his daughter sleeping in his arms, with you curled up beside him, with love so clear and so real around him, he finally believes it.

The fears won’t vanish overnight. The scars won’t disappear. But right here, right now, in the quiet of your room, with your daughter safe in his arms Sanji finally lets himself believe it.

He is more than enough.

And he always will be.

The next morning you wake up to chaos.

“Oi, oi, oi, CAREFUL!” Sanji nearly vaults over the table as Luffy lifts the baby girl high into the air, laughing as she squeals in delight “Luffy, she’s not a sack of flour, PUT HER DOWN!”

“She likes it, though!” Luffy beams, spinning in a circle with her in his arms “Right, mini-cook?”

His daughter giggling is the only reason Sanji doesn’t immediately drop-kick his captain into the next century. Instead, he clenches his fists and growls, “If you drop her, Luffy, so help me—”

“Oh, come on, love-cook,” Zoro snickers, leaning back against the railing “You’re acting like she’s made of glass.”

Sanji whirls around to glare at him “You grip your sword too tight, you sit too close, you BREATHE wrong, and I swear—”

“Oh no,” Nami sighs, crossing her arms with a smirk “We’ve lost him.”

Usopp nods dramatically “RIP Sanji. He used to be cool.”

Franky wipes an imaginary tear “Another victim of dad syndrome.”

Sanji ignores them, practically vibrating with anxiety as Luffy tosses the baby just slightly in the air before catching her again.

“LUFFY, I SWEAR TO ALL THE—”

You snort. Loudly.

And just like that, Sanji freezes.

His brain short-circuits because—oh.

You’re laughing.

Not a little chuckle, not a polite giggle. Full-on, tears-in-your-eyes laughter.

Sanji forgets about murdering Luffy, forgets about all the dumbasses around him, because you’re happy.

His shoulders drop. His fists loosen.

Then, as if sensing his shift, his daughter suddenly reaches her arms out for him.

Sanji immediately swoops in, taking her from Luffy and holding her close to his chest, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead “That’s enough flying for today, sweetheart.”

Nami smirks “Aww, the overprotective dad act is over already?”

Sanji barely reacts. Instead, he turns to you, watching the way you’re still wiping laughter from your eyes, and—

God.

If this is what family feels like, if this is what love feels like, then he never, ever wants anything else in the whole world.

[fleurriee]

— cat’s out of the bag ; spencer reid

pairing ; spencer reid x fem!reader

synopsis ; you thought you and spencer were good at keeping your relationship a secret. spoiler alert: you weren’t.

themes ; fluff, established (secret) relationship

warnings ; none!

author’s note ; first time writing for spencer after having watched criminal minds. i’m in love with him so it was only fitting that my mind starts coming up with ideas for him — send in requests for spencer!!!!

main masterlist request a fic

You and Spencer had agreed on one thing when your relationship first started:

“Let’s keep it just between us for a while.”

Not because you were ashamed — far from it — but, because the BAU wasn’t exactly known for being a quiet, private place. The second Garcia caught wind of anything remotely romantic, you’d both be wearing couple t-shirts and getting shipped like characters from a CW drama.

And, it was nice for a while.

You lasted four months.

It started with a coffee cup.

Specifically, the one with Spencer’s name on it, sitting at your desk.

Morgan strolled in that morning with his usual swagger and an armful of case files. He was halfway through a yawn when he spotted the cup and froze mid-step.

“Hey, Pretty Girl?” he called over his shoulder. “Why’s Reid’s name on your latte?”

You didn’t even look up from your desk. “Oh. He picked it up for me.”

“Uh-huh.” He narrowed his eyes like a detective in an old noir film. “And when did Reid start remembering your custom order down to the almond milk and two pumps of caramel?”

You finally looked up. “I… mention it a lot?”

Morgan snorted. “Okay.”

The next day, he walked into the breakroom to find Spencer standing very close behind you, reaching for the same muffin. There was laughter — soft, easy — and then Spencer let you have it with the kind of look that didn’t belong in any HR-safe workplace.

Morgan didn’t say a word. Just walked out with his coffee, grinning.

“Gotcha, Boy Genius.”

Penelope Garcia’s superpower wasn’t her hacking skills — (though, yes, she could probably access the Pentagon with a shoelace and a floppy disk) — it was her intuition. Especially when it came to anything involving hearts, unspoken feelings, or long looks across briefing tables.

So when she noticed Reid texting someone with a tiny, goofy smile on his face during lunch, her curiosity sparked.

She sidled up next to him.

“Who ya texting, Dr. Reid?” she sing-songed, peeking at his screen before he could lock it.

He jumped. “N-no one. Just… a friend.”

Garcia narrowed her eyes. “Since when do you call Y/N ‘sunbeam’?”

Reid’s face turned the color of a fire hydrant. “It’s — it’s just a nickname. She — uh — likes the sun.”

“Mmhmm.” Garcia leaned in. “Reid… are you dating my girl?”

His silence was answer enough.

She let out a tiny shriek, clapping her hands. “I knew it! I knew it! My OTP is real!”

He groaned and buried his face in his hands.

To her credit, Garcia didn’t spill — not yet.

But the sparkle in her eye was pure chaos.

Prentiss wasn’t nosy — she was observant.

So when you came into work with what looked like Spencer’s scarf around your neck and a sleepy smile that screamed I didn’t sleep in my own bed, she raised an eyebrow.

But she didn’t say anything until a week later.

The team had just wrapped a case in Portland and were gathered at the airport. You and Spencer were seated across from each other at the gate, trying — and failing — not to play footsie under the chairs.

Prentiss watched the whole thing, sipping her coffee like it was a reality show.

Later, on the plane, she slid into the seat next to you.

“So, when were you planning on telling me?”

You blinked. “Telling you what?”

She tilted her head toward Spencer, who was sitting two rows ahead, hunched over a book — but not before sending a not-so-subtle glance back your way.

Prentiss smirked. “I was a teenager once too, you know. I recognize the ‘pretending not to stare at my crush’ look.”

You flushed. “It’s not like we’re hiding it — ”

“But you are,” she said, patting your arm. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you come out in your own time. Just… maybe don’t play footsie where Rossi can see. He’s got surprisingly good peripheral vision.”

You genuinely thought Rossi wouldn’t notice.

He was older, more focused — a man who’d seen it all. Surely, he wouldn’t pick up on subtle glances or the way Spencer’s hand lingered on your back a little too long after briefings.

You were wrong.

He invited you both over to his house for dinner, claiming he was “trying a new risotto recipe and needed test subjects.”

The moment he caught you stealing a bite from Spencer’s plate with zero hesitation, he set down his wine glass and gave a slow, smug smile.

“Interesting.”

You froze mid-chew. “What is?”

“Oh, nothing. Just watching young love blossom over truffle risotto.”

Spencer choked on his wine.

You coughed. “What makes you think —?”

“Please,” Rossi waved a hand. “I’ve written three books on behavioral profiling. You think I can’t tell when two people are secretly dating?”

You opened your mouth.

He held up a finger. “Don’t worry. My lips are sealed. Just know I expect to be invited to the wedding.”

You both gaped.

He raised his wine glass. “Eventually, of course.”

Hotch was the final boss.

You and Spencer had been very careful around him — no lingering looks in the field, no brushing hands in the briefing room, no coordinated lunches. You were practically platonic professionals around him.

Until he caught you.

It happened at 9 p.m. on a Friday. Most of the team had already left, and you and Spencer were still in the conference room, finishing paperwork.

You thought you were alone.

So, when Spencer reached over and laced his fingers through yours, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand, you let your guard down for just a moment.

And Hotch walked in.

He stopped mid-step.

You both froze like teenagers caught making out on a porch.

Hotch blinked once. “Should I… come back?”

You yanked your hands apart. “No! We were just — ”

“Finishing paperwork,” Spencer blurted. “Very platonically.”

Hotch raised a brow. “You were kissing her hand.”

Spencer blinked. “Right. Well… not that platonically.”

There was a long pause.

Hotch sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Just — no PDA at crime scenes, okay?”

You both nodded, mortified.

As he left, you could swear you saw him smirk.

You didn’t plan to tell everyone. At least, not in one grand announcement.

But the BAU had other plans.

It happened during a rare, sunny weekend BBQ hosted at Rossi’s estate. Everyone was scattered across the lawn — beer bottles in hand, kids running around, music playing.

You were helping Garcia string lights along the fence when she casually said, “So, when are you and Reid going to make it official-official?”

You nearly dropped the string of lights. “What?”

She pointed. “Oh, don’t play coy, sweet pea. Everyone knows.”

You blinked. “Everyone?”

Morgan, walking by with a burger, grinned. “Oh yeah. We’ve had bets running for weeks.”

Prentiss added, “Morgan owes me twenty bucks. I said you’d crack before Valentine’s Day.”

Rossi raised his glass. “Cheers to the happy couple.”

Even Hotch gave you a nod that could only be described as… warm.

You turned to Spencer, who looked equally horrified and relieved.

“They all know?” he whispered.

You nodded. “Apparently for a while.”

Garcia beamed. “What gave it away? Everything.”

You and Spencer exchanged a look.

Then you both laughed — loud, breathless, incredulous.

So much for secrets.

Later, as the party mellowed into dusk and someone lit a bonfire, Spencer pulled you close beneath the string lights.

“Do you think it’s weird… that I’m kind of relieved?”

You looked up at him. “Relieved they found out?”

He nodded. “Yeah. It’s like… I don’t have to keep something good hidden anymore.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You’re not something I want to hide, Spencer.”

He looked at you then, all soft eyes and quiet awe.

Even in a team of profilers, even under the most watchful eyes — you and Spencer had managed something rare.

A love worth noticing.

[greynatomy]

make my heart race || leah williamson social media au

face claim - none (fem!reader)

author’s note - i’ve been into f1 fics lately and an idea popped into my head. i’ll disappear from the writing world again after this so please enjoy and lmk what you think!

p.s. the timeline isn’t real life accurate so dw about the dates so much

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formula2 Y/N Y/LN IS YOUR 2020 FIA FORMULA 2 CHAMPION

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user1 that’s my girl!!!

user2 hell yeah!!

charles_leclerc she’s growing up 🥺 doing bigger things

↳ user3 AH i love this friendship

↳ user4 I SHIP THEM SO HARD YOUR HONOR

↳ yourinstagram wtf chucky don’t ever use that emoji again

↳ user5 SHE CALLS HIM CHUCKY😩 IM SLEEPING ON THE HIGHWAY

↳ charles_leclerc but that’s my face right now

↳ yourinstagram well stop it

↳ user6 MAMA Y PAPA, MAMA Y PAPA

user7 girls shouldn’t be in formula one

↳ user8 bitch are you blind?? this is literally the formula 2 account

↳ user9 she not there yet but best believe she will

lewishamilton congratulations y/n!!

↳ yourinstagram ONFGSHDBD LEWIS HAMILTON SEVEN TIME FORMULA ONE WORLD CHAMPION JUST CONGRATULATED ME

↳ charles_leclerc you’ve literally met him before…

↳ yourinstagram CHARLES SHUT UP LET ME FANGIRL

↳ user10 i love her

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yourinstagram chucky let me drive

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user1 why does she call him chucky?

↳ user2 they basically grew up together and she’s always called him that

↳ user3 it’s actually pretty cute

↳ user4 her charles and max started carting around the same time

user5 he’s so hot 🥵 my man my man my man

charles_leclerc you drove for five seconds and told me to take a picture

↳ yourinstagram okay???? don’t gotta tell them

↳ charles_leclerc maman always told me to be truthful

↳ user6 why do i ship

↳ yourinstagram you’re uninvited to my yacht

↳ charles_leclerc what yacht??

↳ yourinstagram 🖕

↳ user7 this is so sibling coded

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formula2 BREAKING: @/yourinstagram steps up to @/f1 with @/scuderiaferrari starting the 2021 season on a three year contract 🪜

You got this Y/N! 🇪🇸

#F2 #RoadToF1 #Y/NY/LN

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user1 no way

user2 where all the haters at saying she wouldn’t make it??

user3 girls shouldn’t be in formula one

↳ user4 too bad!! she’s making bank while you’re rotting at home!

↳ user3 she still shouldn’t be in racing at all

↳ user5 boohoo bitch go cry about it!

yourinstagram i’m gonna miss you so much admin🥲

↳ formula2 we’ll miss you too! off to bigger things!🍾

user6 she’s replacing vettel??

↳ user7 yes and she’s amazing

scuderiaferrari so excited to have you join us!!

↳ yourinstagram forza ferrari!!!

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yourinstagram new season, new car 😎

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user1 oh shit she’s gonna go vroom vroom even faster this year

↳ yourinstagram you know it 😏

charles_leclerc i got a new car too

↳ yourinstagram go to your own instagram this is all about me

↳ scuderiaferrari podium 1-2??

↳ yourinstagram all day baby!!

maxverstappen1 i bet my cat is still faster

↳ yourinstagram nah i’m taking your title this year

↳ user2 spicy y/n i’m here for it

↳ landonorris my car can go fast too!

↳ yourinstagram it better be able to cause if not… then idk bud

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scuderiaferrari PODIUM for both Charles and Y/n! Congratulations Charles for P3 and a HUGE CONGRATULATIONS to Y/N for winning her first ever Grand Prix!!!

Great day at Silverstone! 🇬🇧

#F1 #BritishGP

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user1 VAMOS!!!! 🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸

user2 P1 P1 P1

user3 first ever woman to win a formula one grand prix!!!

user4 is that leah williamson on the third slide??

↳ user5 who’s leah williamson?

↳ user6 who’s leah williamson??? she’s the captain of the lionesses!!

↳ user7 what sport is that?

↳ user6 football

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leahwilliamsonn Had so much fun at my first GP with my hometown team @/astonmartinf1 💚

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user1 no way! i’m here too!!

user2 woso x f1 both my worlds colliding

astonmartinf1 so glad you could join us!! 💚💚

↳ leahwilliamsonn thank you for having me!

kyracooneyx did your research live up to your expectations?

↳ leahwilliamsonn don’t expose me

↳ liawaelti she didn’t do any research cause she wanted to be surprised

↳ leahwilliamsonn i guess it’s gang up on leah day 🙄

user3 have fun!

user4 i need her 😩

yourinstagram it was so nice to meet you!

↳ leahwilliamsonn thank you for coming up!

↳ yourinstagram i would be crazy if i didn’t hermosa 😉 come back soon, maybe to a different garage

↳ user5 nurse! y/n is off her meds again!

↳ user6 i don’t think we’re supposed to be here

↳ user7 we’re definitely interrupting something

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wagdates Y/N Y/LN seen out with Leah Williamson at a skate park in Spain days before the Spanish Grand Prix.

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user3 they said ‘fuck being secret’

user4 i love them already your honor!

user5 the highway looks comfortable to sleep in right now

charles_leclerc @/yourinstagram busted

↳ yourinstagram shut up

↳ user6 did charles just confirm?

↳ user7 what other confirmation do you need? they’re literally making out

↳ user6 it could be a friendly kiss 🤷‍♀️

user7 okayyy but why is no one talking about the HAND PLACEMENT?????

↳ user8 THANK YOU!! it was all i could seee

↳ user9 i mean if i was dating leah i’d want her to choke me too 🤷‍♀️

↳user10 preach sister 🙌

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scuderiaferrari pre-race through our lense 📸

#Y/NY/LN #SpanishGP

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user1 leah better stay away from her she’s mine!

↳ user2 never seen anyone more delulu than you

user3 can’t wait for leah to show up

user4 she so so fineuhhhh

charles_leclerc @/yourinstagram is this a photoshoot or a grand prix??

↳ yourinstagram nothing 🤷‍♀️ just an inchident

↳ user5 i love this little relationship they have

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leahwilliamsonn Another amazing Grand Prix with @/astonmartinf1 🤍

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yourinstagram 🤤🤤🤤

yourinstagram ditch them and come to my garage

yourinstagram i need my good luck charm

↳ leahwilliamsonn we’ll see

↳ user2 the way y/n probably has her post notifications on 😩

user3 she looks so good i need her

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wagdates Y/N Y/LN runs to Leah Williamson in the stands after her home GP win!!

Relationship confirmed?!

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user3 NOWAY??? THEY DID THAT?

user4 IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CROWD?

↳ user5 right when Y/N got out of her car, she ran straight to Leah, ignoring everyone else

↳ user6 UGH that’s so cuteee

user7 that should be me 😫

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yourinstagram number one at home with my number one 🏆

👤 : leahwilliamsonn

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leahwilliamsonn so proud of you ♥️♥️♥️

↳ yourinstagram te amo ♥️♥️♥️

↳ user1 when will it be my turn??

charles_leclerc double date when?

↳ yourinstagram make an appointment with my manager

↳ alexandrasaintmleux a double date sounds great!

↳ leahwilliamsonn yeah darling a double date is a great idea

↳ yourinstagram …double date it is

↳ maxverstappen1 make that a triple date!

↳ yourinstagram yes! i won’t be stuck with chuck

↳ charles_leclerc i am offended

↳ user2 not them going 3v1 with y/n

user3 i need to stop being single

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leahwilliamsonn who new going to watch cars go vroom will help me find the one

👤 : yourinstagram

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yourinstagram watching you kick balls is pretty interesting too

↳ leahwilliamsonn being a wag suits you

↳ yourinstagram never thought i’d be a wag but i’m glad i’m yours

↳ landonorris alright! we get it! you love each other…

↳ user1 lando just had to get his two cents in

↳ charles_leclerc you’re just salty cause you’re still single

↳ yourinstagram who taught you that word?

↳ leahwilliamsonn that might’ve been me…

↳ user2 i never thought i’d see charles using gen z slang

user3 wait who is leah kissing??

↳ user4 y/n y/ln she’s a formula one driver

alexandrasaintmleux we gotta hang out just the two of us! have a day without the two!

↳ leahwilliamsonn text me!!

↳ charles_leclerc what??

↳ yourinstagram without us??

user5 bro wtf did author just wrote a whole love story through instagram and twitter?

[iamhereinthebg]

Heya Anon! (I speedran this doodle because I got emotionnal)

I see the vision, I used to be insane about the possiblity of a Teru and Nene's friendship, they would be so so funny together :DD

I also like the idea of Teru needing a friend who is more.. chill ? Nene judges him a lot for random stuff in canon but it's really not the same as Akane or Aoi who are just 'this guy is truly insane ._.' (and good for them tbh love them a lot) And she still goes sparkly eyes for him sometimes even when he says the most insane things and I like that sm

(in french he says: "And well, I am the embodiment/personification of beauty" I find it wonderful either way)

And Nene having someone who could teach her stuff about the supernatural world while judging her hard af for how she acts around them sometimes would be a really funny dynamic too. None of them would have chill with the other but I think this is why it could be so good. And Teru would be overjoyed to teach her stuff (in the hope she would destroy Hanako, this is the true motivation)

They truly would be a no braincells duo

(an old doodle I still love a lot this guy is a disaster at handling people showing emotions in front of him)

And they do care for each other in canon , their teamup for the new timeline was really cute :DD

(I am just sad we didn't have much but lol I won't talk about the disappointement that this arc is for me :'))

I agree that they would watch random stuff together especially because Teru doesn't have much knowledges in that and Nene may have... too much. I truly think they could be great friends (and Nene has the patience of a saint have you seen her with Mitsuba or even Hanako? ToT She would be able to handle Teru)

I used to be obsessed with the Survivor quartet as I call them (Akane, Nene, Teru and Kou) and I have a tag for them #survivorquartet with random doodles/hcs if you need more stuff :DD (most are really old so some of my opinion has changed izvkdvd)

Little comic I did of them that I still love a lot, help this poor girl she needs it

And don't be ashamed to post if you want to, I am sure you're not the only one liking this friendship :DD Especially since you're talking about a fic! This means others people like it too! (and even if that wasn't the case, be free Anon this is honestly how you can have the most fun in a fandom, my main metaphor is the sandbox in a corner doing whatever and sometimes some people go to talk with you, this is the funniest part of being in a fandom for me :))

And if you're bothered about the ship you can just say in the tags that it's platonic. That's something I did once and most people respected to not tag it with the ship name ^^ Fandom and posting are supposed to be fun so you shouldn't feel pressured by it but I understand if you're scared/don't know if you wanna post, take your time :))) I believe in youuuu

I hope you have a great day Anon and thanks for the ask it made me happy to retalk about them :DD

[scribblecon]

the fort max fic was so cute!! 😭😭 I’d definitely love to see a part 2 (maybe where he and the reader get some time to interact with each other one-on-one? perhaps max finally gets a chance to pet them) if you’re up for it c:

How can I refuse? I love the big guy so much 😭

A Minor Fascination Part 2

SFW, fluff, GN reader

—

Fort Max suppresses a groan. He can see you staring at him and the perplexed look on your tiny face is, frankly, adorable. The urge to cross the room and squish your cheeks is real, but he resists. He looks away. He will not make a fool of himself again.

It feels like there’s some kind of role reversal going on. Up until a few days ago, Fortress Maximus was staring at you whenever you were in the same room as him. Now, ever since his stilted greeting and abrupt exit, you’re the one staring at him. The way he tries to subtly turn away from you whenever he catches your eye makes you think he’s too embarrassed to speak with you again. Not that you can blame him, but the other bots have been teasing you and it’s getting on your nerves. If he has a problem with you, best resolve it sooner rather than later. When Max makes his way to the bar’s exit, you’re ready and waiting.

“Fortress Maximus!” You call out to him as he walks past your table. He turns, frowning, until he realises it’s you and you swear his optics widen just a little bit. “Could you give me a ride? My hab’s a bit far to walk by myself.” You give him a grin that you hope comes across as sheepish, definitely not singling him out on purpose.

He stares down at you hesitantly, then looks to the ‘bots sharing your table. Surely one of them could- slag. Chromedome, Rewind and Tailgate. Three of the biggest lightweights on the ship and none of them look fit to drive right now. He sighs in resignation and holds a servo out for you, which you gladly clamber onto with thanks. Fort Max does his best not to react to the sensation of your tiny frame in his palm. How are you so small? So soft? Slowly, he lifts you until you’re cupped against his chest, making absolutely certain you’re secure, before he starts walking.

The two of you traverse the Lost Light in silence for several minutes, you enjoy the view peeking over Max’s hand from where he’s holding you, definitely higher up than any shoulder perch you’ve experienced with other ‘bots so far, and making the most of being surrounded by the heat radiating off his frame. Maximus, meanwhile, is trying to focus on finding your habitation suite, but is preoccupied with anxiety. Doesn’t want to drop you by accident. It is only when you reach an empty stretch of hallway that you speak up.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.”

“Can it wait until we get to your quarters?” Max keeps looking ahead. He knows where this is going.

“No, because I think you’ll drop me off and then immediately leave.” You look up at him, trying to make eye contact. Even when held against his chest, his face seems miles away. God he is massive. “I want to know why you’ve been acting so weird around me.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You’ve been staring at me practically non-stop for two weeks. Also, that introduction of yours the other day…”

Fortress Maximus stops walking, opens his mouth to protest, then closes it. Frag. The botched interaction was one thing, but he really thought he was being subtle before that.

“I promise I will explain. When we get to your room. I can’t-” His voice drops to a near whisper. “I can’t talk about it out here.”

“Okay…” Eyeing him sceptically, you sit down in his servo and lean against his chest. “Let me know when you get there.”

—

“This is your hab suite, correct?”

You look over Fort Max’s giant hand to see a number and a door. Giving the affirmative, the two of you enter your room and he gently deposits you on the desk. You waste no time in looking for answers.

“Time to ‘fess up. What’s going on with you?”

Watching him deliberate on how to answer, shifting his weight slightly, you can’t help finding his awkwardness around you slightly charming.

“Your hair.”

“Pardon?”

“I… wanted to touch your hair. But I didn’t want to accidentally hurt you.” Fort Max looks away from you to his servos. “You look so soft but you’re just so… tiny.”

That’s… kind of sweet of him, actually. Even if he did just admit he wants to pet you like a dog. You give him a sympathetic look.

“I appreciate the restraint, but you could have just asked.”

Max looks back to you. “You wouldn’t mind?”

“Only if we redo our introductions. You ran off before I could tell you my name the other day.”

“Yeah,” He allows a small smile to cross his face. “Okay.” The smile falls when he hears you stifle a laugh.

“Sorry, sorry, it’s just— that’s what you said last time, too.” You take a moment to compose yourself, then stick out a hand. “Let’s start over. I’m Y/N. Pleased to meet you.”

“My name is Fortress Maximus.” He reaches a digit out to meet your hand. “The pleasure’s all mine.”

“Okay, now that’s out the way…” You crouch down next to Max’s outstretched digit. “Stay still.”

“What are you do- oh.” Fort Max vents as you lean your head against his finger. It’s even softer than he imagined. He closes his optics, focussing on the sensation. Can feel some of the anxiety that has been gnawing at his spark since First Aid jump started him fade.

You admittedly feel a bit silly, rubbing the side of your head against a giant robot finger like a cat marking its scent on something. But said robot doesn’t want to hurt you and there is a real risk of him doing exactly that if he isn’t careful. He’s certainly more self aware of that risk than other ‘bots you can think of. So this is the workaround for now.

“You know, if you want to hold me or feel my hair again.” You stop moving, and place your hands atop Max’s digit, looking up at him. “You can let me know. I’m cool with it.”

Fortress Maximus opens his optics and looks down at you. How are you so kind to a mech like him?

“I think… I would like to hold you again.”

You smile up at him, your voice barely a whisper. “Yeah, okay.”

He sighs, the corners of his lips twitching as you collapse into giggles and he scoops you into his servos as gently as he can. You’re lucky you’re so cute.

—

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[eleneressea]

Russingon for your ask game!

What made me ship it?

It's a very My Type ship—I'm a sucker for that king+lionheart (or as I see it, falconer+falcon) dynamic, even if it's somewhat twisted up with Russingon in Interesting and Tragic ways. also it's canon and I appreciate that.

What are my favorite things about the ship?

tangled! dynastic! politics!

seriously the political implications of Russingon delight me. there are many avenues you can explore with this. the inheritance questions alone…you could argue that the marriage would make the questions easier, or harder, or both, and then there's the results it has on their relationship: does it add strife? will Ñolofinwë's followers accept a Fëanorion? will Fëanor's followers accept a Ñolofinwion? there's so much to explore and write fic about.

Is there an unpopular opinion I have on my ship?

Takes that give Noldo society very modern evangelical style homophobia, because that bores me. I get why people like it, I just don't. Have fictional homophobia if you desire it, but for my sake please be more creative with it! There's so much to explore there. (As an idea: take "who's the man/woman" as inspiration and imagine if Noldo society considered one member of a same-sex couple to be The Woman and the other member to be The Man, complete with expecting at least a social gender transition.)

Also, insufficient Meeting On The Turret Stairs AUs.

She sat in her bower, with eyes of flame, (My sorrow is known to God alone.) Bending over the broidery frame, (And oh there liveth none to whom my sorrow may be told.)

[antianakin]

Antianakin's Second Anti-Anakin/Pro-Jedi Fic Rec List

Same general idea as the first one, this rec list is dedicated to fics that are critical of Anakin Skywalker. That can mean anything from just emphasizing that the Jedi's philosophies are right even if it means Anakin is wrong, to killing Anakin off in the most gruesome (and probably cathartic) way possible as a consequence for his choices. Since I know there are differing levels of feelings towards Anakin in the people that follow me, I'm going to add in some new helpful terms and redefine the categories slightly. Please note that these are MY personal interpretations of the fics, not the authors' stated intentions.

Helpful terms:

Unfinished - Any fic that is marked as incomplete, or a series where the fic(s) in it are still incomplete and cannot stand alone.

Ongoing - Any series marked as incomplete, but the fics in it are marked as complete or can stand alone as they are.

Critical - The fic critiques Anakin's philosophies and choices, but allows for more sympathy towards his character and situation should the reader desire it.

Anti - The fic specifically presents Anakin in a very negative way without any sympathy for him or his choices.

Anakin/Consequences: Anakin experiences consequences for his actions, but does not die. These fics can be anywhere between "critical" to fully "anti" depending on the author's take.

Spoiler Alert, He Doesn't Make It: Anakin experiences the specific consequence of dying. These fics will likely all fall under the definition of "anti" as opposed to just "critical."

The Galaxy Deserved Better: Focus of the story is more on characters' reactions to Anakin's choices or using other characters and their relationships to critique Anakin's choices in canon. None of these fics will be "anti" Anakin probably, since the critique of Anakin is at best a catalyst for the rest of the story.

I've had people ask me how to FIND more anti-Anakin fics, so here's my tips:

Look at your favorite authors' bookmarks. If you like something someone wrote, chances are they like reading the same stuff you do.

There's always the option of looking into tags, but I've found that very few people actually use "anti" tags on fanfiction, so your best bet is to look into pro Jedi/Jedi appreciation tags as much as possible, and the ones that are truly pro Jedi are often also critical of Anakin simply by design (if he shows up at all).

A lot of these fics take things like the Tusken massacre, Order 66, and Anakin's treatment of Padme, Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, and the clones very seriously. Please take that as a warning if any of those things might be triggering, and keep an eye on the tags for all of the fics included here just in case.

There is no specific order to this. I tried to group fics from one specific author together, but other than that, I didn't place anything in any specific position for a reason.

This is not an exhaustive list of good anti-Anakin fics that exist, obviously. If your fic or your favorite fic isn't on this list, please feel free to rec it yourself in the notes, leave a reply or reblog with a link. I'm happy to read more anti-Anakin fic, especially if it's very Pro-Jedi!

One final reminder: NOTHING IN THIS LIST IS ANAKIN FRIENDLY! That means it's likely not going to be friendly to Anakin specific ships either, particularly Obikin and Anidala. If that's going to bother you to read, please just skip this entire list, it's not for you.

Anakin/Consequences

Blood-born Memories by Siderea (anti, 725):

Quinlan touches Obi-Wan's robe after his "assassination" by Rako Hardeen and ends up picking up some memories and emotions from Anakin that give him some heart-breaking revelations about Anakin's true nature.

Technically this one ends just before any real consequences and so the consequences are more implied, but I love the way Quinlan reacts to the revelations he has in this fic. Quinlan is so obviously horrified by it and heartbroken on Obi-Wan's behalf, but also strong enough as a Jedi to know what he needs to do now. He's already grieving his friend, but he has to set all of that aside to deal with this now more important issue. This fic is supremely unlikely to ever get any follow-up, but thinking about how Obi-Wan would deal with this development upon coming back from his stint undercover is delightfully angsty.

Malfunctions & Mutiny by BitterChocolateStars (anti, 6k):

Obi-Wan loses on Mustafar, but Anakin takes him prisoner and proceeds to kill Palpatine and make Padme Empress. He puts Cody in charge of guarding Obi-Wan, and one day Cody's chip breaks when Anakin tortures Obi-Wan. Cody starts working on an escape plan for everyone, Jedi and clone alike.

The nice thing about fics post Order 66 from clone perspectives is that Anakin tends to be represented as an unforgivable monster and little else. Cody's priority is saving everybody he can and getting them as far away as possible, so he's not interested in trying to understand or sympathize with Anakin when it doesn't serve his purposes. One of the things I really like in this fic is the way we see Rex and Ahsoka react to the revelation of Anakin's betrayal. Ahsoka takes it a lot better than she does in canon, but we get a nice sort-of outsider perspective of Rex struggling with believing it until he doesn't have any other choice and the way this impacts his relationship with Cody.

The Temple vs Order 66 by LauraBWrites (anti, 4k):

The Temple has become semi-sentient over the years and starts preparing to protect the Jedi in the eventuality that Anakin Skywalker fails.

The Temple itself being a character is really fun, and I quite loved the way it was almost arguing with the Force about Anakin and how to handle the growing darkness in him and the galaxy. I also really appreciated that, while Padme ultimately leaves Anakin behind, her selfish choices during the war aren't swept under the rug, either. I liked that it insists that Anakin is taken care of and not just left to rot, but that whether he gets better or not remains up to him. It doesn't matter how much therapy he's given by the Jedi, he has to choose to accept the help or it won't work.

For want of a horse, the rider was lost by LacieFuyu (critical, 19k):

Anakin doesn't get left in the dark about the Rako Hardeen mission and it goes disastrously as a result. Everyone has to live with the consequences of that choice.

This one takes place within the Rako Hardeen arc, but it does deal with the revelation of the Tusken Massacre and the Anidala marriage as well. There are a lot of truths being thrown at Anakin in this particular fic by the people around him who start to discover more of what he's done and who he truly is, most of whom choose not to sugarcoat anything for him. Several of the characters choose not to forgive Anakin for what he's done, even as some of them continue to work to help him figure out how to heal and get better. There is hope left for him at the end, but the consequences for him in this feel very real and substantial, it goes far beyond Anakin just having to live with what he's done. He loses a lot of the people he cared about, he loses certain privileges and ranks, and they leave open the possibility that he might have to face a pretty serious consequence for the Tusken Massacre from the Tuskens themselves. So while it's sympathetic, it takes Anakin's choices seriously, which I appreciate. I also liked seeing some of the ways other characters were dealing with their own pain and betrayal, the ways they were taking comfort from Jedi teachings and loved ones to heal in a more healthy way.

Spoiler Alert, He Doesn't Make It

here on the edge of silence, half afraid by Siderea (anti, 4k):

Pirate/Mer AU where Fox and the Guard work on Palpatine and Anakin's ship and Fox manages to kill Palpatine, causing Anakin to throw him overboard only for Mer!Obi-Wan to save him.

I like the development of Fox and Obi-Wan's relationship in this one, from some very understandable mistrust to attraction and the beginnings of a friendship. The glimpses we get into a wider world and a rebellion of sorts and how Obi-Wan being a merman fits into the Jedi still existing and fighting alongside the clones under Palpatine are SO tantalizing. Fox's opinion of Anakin is immensely low and Obi-Wan himself is far enough along from whatever betrayal Anakin committed in this AU that he is able to criticize Anakin's behavior and obsessions with people. Anakin never actually appears in this fic, he remains a far-away obstacle to be removed, and I love that for him.

The Galaxy Deserved Better:

Ahsoka is Mace's Padawan series by SkyeBean (ongoing, anti, 442k):

The title of the series speaks for itself for the most part, but this is an AU where Mace chooses Ahsoka to be his Padawan around a year prior to AOTC and it follows the various consequences of that change both to Ahsoka herself and to the galaxy at large. The first fic goes all the way through the end of the Clone Wars, but other fics in the series continue beyond that to at least the end of ROTJ and explore the impact of the Empire on the Jedi as they struggle to survive.

I made an entire separate post strictly about this series because it basically changed my brain chemistry for the week it took me to get through everything, and I know several other people have recc'd it in various lists, but I'm putting it here again for anyone who hasn't yet seen it because it's just that good and that worth it. This fic understands how to make Ahsoka develop and mature without making her some angel or goddess of light without flaws. It is BREATHTAKINGLY pro Jedi and especially pro Mace Windu. There's some really great exploration of Ahsoka's relationship to the clones both before and after Order 66 as well a lot of delightful diversity in her relationships to other Jedi. This fic does not pull punches with regards to Anakin, Padme, and Anidala, or the consequences of their choices. If you were disappointed in how the Ahsoka show treated her reaction to Anakin and his atrocities, this fic is the OPPOSITE of that.

After the War (Part the First) by KChan88 (critical, 7k):

Instead of Obi-Wan, Mace and Yoda choose Quinlan to be the one who goes undercover during the Rako Hardeen arc. Obi-Wan, who has been in an off and on relationship with Quinlan since they were teenagers, reacts to the loss.

This is actually incredibly positive towards Anakin, but I'm leaving it in here as "critical" because pretty much any fic that has someone else reacting to the Rako Hardeen act is sort-of critical of Anakin's canon behavior by design, and the underlying issues that ultimately lead him to darkness. Obi-Wan reacts like a Jedi should, letting go when he believes Quinlan to be dead, and understanding when he has to face Quinlan after he knows it was a lie even as he is still angry at the circumstances putting Quinlan in that position in the first place (not the JEDI, just the war and the way it's forcing the Jedi to run themselves ragged and put themselves through the wringer). That anger gets acknowledged and accepted and Obi-Wan and Quinlan are shown to have an incredibly healthy relationship with each other that's incredibly sweet.

After the War (Part the Second) by KChan88 (critical, 6k):

Quinlan manages to catch up to Obi-Wan during his confrontation with Anakin during the Obi-Wan Kenobi show and the two have a reunion after things settle down on Tatooine.

Part of the same series as the above, this one lands more sympathetic towards Anakin than positive, since it's set post Order 66 and, for obvious reasons, it's pretty hard to be positive about what Anakin's done and what he's chosen to be at this point. But it's not unsympathetic, both Obi-Wan and Quinlan remember good times with Anakin, Obi-Wan has a line about having felt some kind of light in him during that last conversation they have in the show, and Quinlan makes comparisons to Anakin sounding like a scared and lonely little boy. So the critical aspect of it is relatively soft and minimal aside from the obvious references to his betrayal. Much like the fic above, I really love the way Obi-Wan and Quinlan's relationship is represented and the dynamic they have with each other.

Meet in the Middle by BilbosMom (critical, 9k):

Baby Luke and Leia are working on some Force shenanigans to try to find a way to speak to each other through a middle ground within the Force, but have trouble getting to each other on their own and end up recruiting Rex and Obi-Wan to help them.

This one is also pretty positive about Anakin in that it talks a lot about how Luke and Leia are going to save him by reminding him of how to love and things like that. I'm leaving it in here because it is also set post Order 66 and does reckon with the impact of that, especially on Rex who is finding out this betrayal for the first time, so it's hard not to end up at least a little critical just naturally. Anakin has done some particularly heinous shit and is still DOING some heinous shit. That remains true whether he can be saved in the future or not, whether he used to know how to love selflessly or not. I particularly like the structure in this one, the way it bounces back and forth between Obi-Wan's perspective with Leia and Rex's perspective with Luke. I like the way that Luke and Leia land sort-of wiser than their years due to their stronger connection to the Force but also still very much children who get impatient and annoyed with the adults around them.

scraps series by grumpyhedgehogs (critical, 9.5k):

Cody's chip fails when Obi-Wan dies on the Death Star and he goes searching for Rex and the Rebellion. He deals with his grief and guilt along the way.

Cody isn't Anakin's biggest fan, obviously, but both he and Rex acknowledge that Anakin USED to be a better person. The focus of the story is on Cody's relationship with Obi-Wan and how, even after he's died, that relationship still helps Cody move forward from his grief and find some measure of peace. I like the way Cody, Rex, and Ahsoka all connect over the different ways Obi-Wan had meant something to them and the ways he impacted their lives.

may you inherit his light by notbecauseofvictories (critical, 2.5k):

Leia reflects on her relationship to Bail Organa and the impact of his loss in the years after ROTJ.

Leia is also not Anakin Skywalker's biggest fan and dislikes that she inherited anything from him. I appreciated that Leia never forgave him in this. Even in the moment where she claims to wish he showed up, it's so she can rage at him for being the reason she ISN'T Bail Organa's daughter instead. It's a heart-wrenching story and dive into Leia's character, the ways her life at constant war have defined her as well as her experience as an adopted child who wanted nothing more than to have something physical to connect her to the family she loved and to make them proud. Mon Mothma saying Leia reminded her of Bail about made me cry.

Thank the Gods, I'm Not Alone by BitterChocolateStars (critical, 16k):

Obi-Wan and Rex from ten years post Order 66 both get sent back in time to the Clone Wars and work together to make sure it doesn't happen a second time.

Since Obi-Wan and Rex are primarily dealing with an Anakin who HASN'T betrayed the Jedi and the clones yet (depending on whether you count his marriage to Padme and his murder of the Tuskens a betrayal of the Jedi or not), they both have to figure out how to forgive this version of him that hasn't committed the crime they're angry about yet. He's the same person who DID go down that path before, but circumstances change enough to make different choices this time around. I appreciated the acknowledgment that it's okay to choose not to forgive the version of Anakin that DID make those choices, even as they recognize that it's not fair to hold this version of Anakin accountable for things he didn't do.

Gentle Welcome by Miandraden1 (critical, 1k):

Short and soft post-Rako Hardeen one shot where Obi-Wan reflects on Anakin's reaction to his stint undercover but gains comfort from the people who understand.

I love Obi-Wan discussing his worries about Anakin with Mace, it's such a nice call back to AOTC where he was more explicitly pushing back against the Council's decisions and had less faith in Anakin, whereas here he's so clearly trying to continue to have faith in Anakin's ability to grow and learn, even as he can tell Anakin's struggling. There's no lack of acknowledgment of Anakin's continued struggles, but there is a choice to continue to believe in him. I love how sweet the clones are in how they react to the Rako Hardeen deception, in some ways this is just another Tuesday for them, but Waxer explicitly leaving Obi-Wan a little gift he knows he'll like says something slightly different and it's adorable.

The Temple of Hope series by Zarz (ongoing, critical, 93k):

Obi-Wan, Anakin, and their battalions stumble across a very old Jedi Temple that reveals certain truths about both the Jedi and the clones and changes everything.

This one is also mostly about just forcing Anakin to face his own truths and fears while everybody else gets to make their way to a happy fix-it AU as a result. One of the tags on the first fic is "anakin skywalker faces consequences" but the primary consequence is just Anakin feeling bad about what he's done more than anything else. It's overall a sweet, soft, Force-sensitive Clones!AU with a lot of pro Jedi vibes to it.

"... if you remain his student" by Peppermint_Shamrock (critical, 4k):

The Wrong Jedi arc doesn't happen which leaves Ahsoka at the Temple during Order 66 and she was never going to be enough to save or stop Anakin.

To be perfectly honest at this point, this is the ending I'd have wanted for Ahsoka. It wouldn't have been able to happen in canon given she's not in ROTS, but like... this is probably one of the most impactful ways for her story to have ended (and one of the kindest, given how shitty her character has become). I love the way this fic insists that Ahsoka isn't enough, any more than Padme or Obi-Wan were, he'd have cut her down the same he did the others, no matter what he might have felt for her once or what she believed he felt for her.

Reversi by LacieFuyu (critical, 2.5k):

Anakin and Obi-Wan's roles are reversed in the Rako Hardeen arc and Anakin is startled by everyone's reactions to his deception.

This is yet another one that is critical by comparison to canon. Even Anakin himself acknowledges by the end of the fic that he's pretty sure he wouldn't be reacting this compassionately and calmly and reasonably if their positions were reversed, something we know to be true. There's also a small moment where Anakin begins to doubt his choices regarding the Tusken Massacre, but instead of actually reflecting on it, he buries the feeling all over again and chooses to learn nothing. It's very in character for Anakin.

[evercelle]

Heyyy ever

I wanted to know , what's your motivation behind wanting to share your artwork with people?

Because personally, it sometimes ends up feeling pointless and i end up wondering why I'm even doing this

I would love to hear your thoughts on this , it would help a lot!!!!! Thankyou!

sharing draws online is simply a means to find other freaks to match mine own to...... in an indirect and rather distant way lol

until pretty recently, none of my friends were very interested in the same characters/ships/fandoms i liked. i get really tunnel vision about my hyperfixes, so it always feels awkward talking about (whatever subject) TOO much if the other party isn't as into it? drawing instead and sharing is just the default way for me to try to express the silly or serious ideas that have no other outlet.

sharing any creative work can feel weirdly vulnerable, but i think it's always worth it, even if it's just to one other person!! socmed has given all of us numbers anxiety by the nature of the platform, but if you take a step back and think about it, showing something you made to one or five or a dozen people who like it would be such a rarity to happen irl. and YOU made something that didn't exist before, that someone (anywhere in the world!!!) likes and enjoys....!! i mean. that's how i feel every time i look at others' art or fic lol... so even if it's a "flop" by socmed standards or whatever, i think putting it in that perspective is important. even if it's one other person, i don't think it's a waste of effort. that momentary feeling of seeing something you love, shared with someone else...

(also, if you haven't seen it - check out fujimoto's "look back," either the one-shot manga or the movie!! it's SUCH an incredibly moving answer to the question "why do you draw?"; a must-watch for any creatives, especially artists!)

[mah-t-wordblog]

maybe lee muichiro and ler obanai/ and snake???????? THANK U

What are you laughing at?

Lee: Muichiro Tokito

Ler: Obanai Igoru, Kaburamaru

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Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Muichiro and Obanai were just about to train, they weren't at the usual meeting place, but at Obanai's house, the same place where the hashira trained Tanjiro and the other hunters

"Shinazugawa isn't coming?" Obanai asked

"No, him crow told me”

"Then it'll just be the two of us, I have a training idea"

The two entered the room where Obanai was teaching agility techniques to the hunters

"Do you want to train a little of agility?" The snake hashira proposed

"What do you mean?"

“This is where I train, but there are usually hunters trapped here,” Obanai said, pointing to the large wooden bars that are spread around the room. “These pieces of wood are used to simulate trees, for fighting in places full of obstacles.”

Muichiro was still processing the fact that Obanai traps weaker hunters on stakes, poor Tanjiro.

“What do you say?”

“Sounds great.” Muichiro got into a fighting stance and stood in front of Obanai, with a wooden bar between the two of them. “Let’s go!”

Obanai did the same stance.

The two jumped at the same time. Obanai’s sword certainly had a considerable advantage because he could distort it, but Muichiro wouldn’t let himself be defeated easily.

The younger boy jumped over the man and ended up stabbing him in the shoulder. Of course, it was a light attack so as not to really hurt him, but Obanai didn’t expect that he would be defeated by the boy in his own space.

“I won! Haha!” The teenager celebrated

Obanai was irritated, but kept his cool

But then Muichiro, like anyone his age, started celebrating

“I beat you in your own training center! I won!”

“Stop talking like it’s impressive” Obanai rolled his eyes

The little boy laughed “What’s wrong, Igoru? Are you mad~?”

The snake hashira started staring at the other with a dark look

“Yeah… Igoru? It was just a joke” Muichiro was starting to get nervous

“Five”

“Five? Five what?”

“Five seconds for you to run”

There was no need to say it twice, the younger boy took off running as if his life depended on it

And soon the count, and Obanai’s patience, ran out

The man ran after the other, the two dodging the wooden beams, playing cat and mouse

“Please Igoru!”

“Run”

It was harder than expected for Obanai to catch young Muichiro, but he didn’t give up

Extending his arm, he slid his snake, Kaburamaru, and made it jump towards Muichiro, and the serpent reached the boy before the hashira

Kaburamaru found a hole in Muichiro’s clothes, which were quite loose because of his fighting style, and began to circle the boy under his shirt

“What?! Nohohoho!” Muichiro fell, he couldn’t run anymore, because the scales of that snake incredibly tickled his body

“You caught him, huh, Kaburamaru?” Obanai laughed

“Pleheheashehe nohohoho” Muichiro writhed as the snake moved wherever it wanted on his body

“Ah Tokito” the snake’s hashira sat down next to the other “but this has only just begun”

Obanai joined his snake, crouching on the ground and tickling Muichiro’s belly area

“AHAHAHA OK OK I’M SOHOHOHORRY”

“You’re too arrogant for someone with so many tickle spots”

Muichiro tried to grab Kaburamaru to at least make him stop, but the snake was too fast

“I wasn’t even going to get mad at you for beating me, but when you started teasing me, it seemed like you were begging for it”

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP”

Obanai laughed “where did you learn that dirty language? Did Shinazugawa teach you?”

“PLEHEHEHAHASEHE IGOHORUHU”

“Do you think he’s had enough, Kaburamaru?”

The snake came out of Muichiro’s clothes and climbed up Obanai’s arm until it wrapped itself around his neck as usual

“Okay then, if you think so” the snake’s hashira stopped

Muichiro sighed and calmed down

“I’m sorry” he laughed “it’s just that you get so funny when you’re angry”

Obanai rolled his eyes “want another round?” He said making a move to get closer again

“NO! No! I’m fine!” Muichiro ran away, standing up

“Let’s go, kid, sitting here won’t help us train” Obanai said, standing up and walking towards the same place where they started training

“Ok!” Muichiro followed him

And they continued with the hard training until sunrise

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Thanks for reading 💛💛

[sluttyhenley]

I am, predictably, going to ask about the funniest title. Biting Him!

oh i am so glad you asked about biting him. this one has been in some form of development since @redbelles came out to visit me in september. and borne of me going i just really think someone should bite him (gale cleven mota) it's a marge pov five times fic. something along the lines of five times she bites gale and the one time she gets bucky to do it, because she knows he's in the same boat she is. and really the part i love about it most is how it's also the layers of jealousy that marge has to unpack (what's she jealous of, who's she jealous of) and the possessiveness she feels when buck introduces her to bucky. god i just. i will get back to this at some point but i got feral about a few different ideas in the interim and now here we are seven months later and uhhh i've written about half of two different sections, but a snippet for your enjoyment:

They're going to dinner at the Officer's Club. He had told her it was the best he could do, but she didn't care; she just wanted to see him again before he shipped out to an unknown future. The club is busy, but Gale has no problem getting a table for the two of them. Men in uniform fill the room; some of them even look vaguely familiar to Marge. None of them matter to her. They're in a curved booth and Marge slides in until she's tucked into Gale's side, his arm slung around her shoulders. He's open here, at ease in a way she doesn't get to see often. A tall man with dark hair and a flushed face approaches their table, throwing his arms out wide. "Buck!" he calls out grandly. "Buck?" Marge murmurs. He turns to her, his lips brushing Marge's ear when he says, "Apparently I look just like a kid he knew back home in Wisconsin." She grins in delight at him and then turns back to the man who must be John Egan who's now standing across the table from them. Somehow he's everything and nothing like what she expected from Gale's descriptions.

marge: john egan's great also marge: what is this burning sensation sitting right behind my sternum marge unpacking none of it: what if i bite gale about it

ask me about my wips!

[verysmolnerd]

Tailor of the dark side

Kylo ren x reader

I’m not well-versed in Star Wars lore, since I’m a newer fan, but I tried my best. This was loosely based on some segments in my life, but I just wanted to add a Star Wars spin with a new favorite character of mine. I have intentions with learning the lore just so my fics can have that semi-realistsic feeling to the source material… well, as much as an X Reader fic can be.

tw: none! Enjoy!

Your family has been doing this since your elders can remember. The reason why? You’re not so sure; your distant relatives assume it was by force, others say it was willing. Regardless, you spend your days measuring the sizes of the high-ranking officers and sewing them their apparel.

Your family had been through it all, the sith, the empire, and now the first order. Each one with the same goal, and yet, fails to complete it. Not that you care anyway, you’re not paid to be on the battlefield; you’re paid to sew.

That being, you’re often overlooked by most of the staff. Only a few cleaning droids stayed longer, but no two were ever the same. That didn’t stop you from being respectful to them, and their silent beeps of approval are heartwarming on this cold ship.

You have a few rare visitors, well, they’re almost celebrities with their position throughout the bases and the galaxy. Some of them even addressed you by name, filling the soundless void when you measured them.

Even General Hux has graced you with a visit for his new overcoat measurements. Saying that, “Your skills are above average. It’s admirable to those unworthy.” His cryptic and intellectual comments were not even remotely flattering, you just nodded and watched him leave.

But nobody truly talks to you; or holds a meaningful conversation. You’d kill for one at this point; with the rate of insanity you’ve been driven down.

Maybe you might leave, and do something meaningful with your life. You have generations of pay from relatives working the very same position you are in… maybe that was their intention. To leave, and live a life they couldn’t.

…So you packed up the few things you needed and set off for another planet. You were discreet, disguising yourself as a mechanic, so getting on a ship to deploy troopers was easier than you anticipated.

The ship landed on a planet that goes by the name of Yavin-4. There are suspects that this planet housing a very powerful rebel base here. Which explains why you’re essentially swimming in stormtroopers.

The ship had one last jerk before opening the doors, pinching you between the armor of two stormtroopers. You seethe in pain, but their gloved hands were quick to catch you before you stumbled or fell.

Then, like the sea, all of the troopers piled out and waited for attention. You slinked away and swapped clothes. You started to walk towards the forest, enjoying the natural elements in stark constraint to the cold, dead, and monotone environment on the ships.

You decided to live amongst the trees, making a shelter with the help of the locals. You’ve learned quite a few languages on the ship you were on, it seems to help you out a lot then.

And just like that, weeks had passed by in your new life. You’ve learned how to survive alone, like you used to always have but without the first order. It’s nice, calm. It almost doesn’t feel real at times.

However, one evening brought another change in your life.

You were atop one of the infinite trees on the planet to watch the sunset. The locals said it would be beautiful this time of the year, so you had to see it for yourself.

Your eyes gazed upon the pink sky, only for you to find that multiple first-order ships had come to land. Not really a big idea, they do this all the time and haven’t looked for you… however, there are more; the faint overshadow of a star destroyer within the atmosphere of the planet.

You narrow your eyes. It’s not just any Star destroyer.

It’s the finalizer.

It seemed that your past has come to find you. You didn’t seem to sneak away like you thought you did after all. Tragic, but now isn’t the time to dwell on such things.

It’s not just the main base of the First Order, but a whole fleet of Star destroyers could be seen behind it. Your eyes widened; only something like this would end up in a genocide.

That being, it doesn’t take long for the entire planet to get alerted. Ships were already rising above the tree lines and that’s when the faintest specks in the sky turned into tie fighters.

You need to find a way off the planet. Not out of fear that the First Order will find you, but that you will be dead amongst the crossfire. With the new supreme leader of that white operation, there’s no doubt that they will spare no expense in wiping any living organism off a planet.

You rejoin the semblance of a society when you stumble upon an area littered with X-Wings, Resistance attack ships…. You’ve found yourself on the hidden rebel base and you barely even recognized it.

Pilots and droids rushed left and right attempting to load others on ships hastily taking off. That being, you were ushered with a group of technicians on a cruiser.

The ship was silent, everyone held their breath as it took to the skies. X-Wings defended the ship mercilessly as the ship flew amongst the stars. Explosions could be seen or heard all around the ship.

You shuddered, feeling some sort of pulse being applied to your entire being. Was it the weight of the situation getting to you? Or was it something else? You are well aware that the force is rare, but it’s possible that one force user could be near.

You couldn’t entirely dwell on it, because the ship shook and the lights went out. The ship has been boarded, and that pulsing feeling has only strengthened. The force user was there and you really don’t want to figure out who it is.

A red, cross-like glow illuminated the other end of the hallway. It almost parallels with the story you’ve been told of what Lord Vader did many years ago. Fitting for a descendant of him. The soldiers shot at the Sith Lord.

It’s like history was rewriting itself. The lightsaber was effortlessly -yet with extreme precision- swung around and deflected the shots fired at him. Shouting increases when their comrades are being carelessly murdered without any afterthought.

However, it was only a matter of time before he got across the hallway and got to you as well as with the other resistance members. So, you ran inside one of the escape pods and took it while others were hopping on smaller escape ships on the bay.

You were pressing the buttons to initiate the escape sequence when you saw the door to the room was blown off. A loud clang could be heard on the opposite wall. The glow of the red lightsaber poured through the destroyed doorway. Your stomach formed a deep pit when the panic from others became prevalent.

In comes Kylo Ren, and you launch the escape pod; dropping into the abyss of space.

You weren’t much of a pilot, but that doesn’t mean you’re completely helpless. You can certainly get away if the attention is focused on the other smaller cruisers sent to pick up the remaining resistance.

You aimed the ship back to Yavin-4, knowing that you’d have to find some sort of transportation ship to leave the planet when the fight was over or at least died down. You glance at the battle surrounding the battle.

As much as you prided your sudden ability to evade others perusing you; keeping such a thing up couldn’t happen forever. The chase would have to end.

So, while the eyes are on the resistance, you plunge for Yavin-4. Holding your breath as if that could hide you from the roar of the TIE fighters and the explosions of destroyed ships.

And your time had just run out. Two TIE fighters have launched cables that latched onto your escape pod. Then your fight or flight responses shined above all fear. You flipped the ship rapidly, tying the two fighter ships together.

The two ships tried desperately to get away, but you weren’t allowing that. You spun the ship in a bunch of circles, swinging the two ships around the battlefield. One last yank, the tow cables snapped and they both smashed into a nearby star destroyer.

You made a silent cheer, but that was quick to die when you felt your ship caught into a tractor beam. You sigh in defeat, knowing you can’t fight it. So, you slinked your way to a seat and just waited to be docked and boarded.

At least you’re sitting down, you’re not sure how long it’s been since it was just you atop a tree, losing track of time within warfare has been a common thing with anyone in the First Order. The only person that would know the exact time, down to the second, would be the general and those at the command center.

The ship jerked as it was brought to the docking bay. The doors to your escape pod drop. The general, of all people, is greeting you here. That’s so unlike him, and you’re not important enough to even be graced in his presence. Save for that one time he went on another stead to pick up his clothes. (his subordinate was probably murdered, this is the First Order we’re talking about here)

“It seems we’ve underestimated you, tailor. Your alliance to the First Order is far stronger than most.” Hux preened, but his face was unreadable, “You have my respect for leading us to the resistance base camp.”

Your eyes widen. It was you. You were the reason why they found the base on Yavin-4. But how? It’s not like you have anything on you that can be tracked.

“That was your intention, was it not?” Ah, there’s that familiar glare you’re used to. You nodded, “Yes it was, general.” No sense in taking some random punishment, you know that any issued by the general are quite brutal.

He didn’t give a response to your answer, he gesutered fro you to stand and follow him. So, you did, not wanting your head to be on display amongst the rest of the First Order Traitors. You may not be in deep trouble, but you’re still walking on eggshells… just like when you did sew for everyone here.

You don’t entierly recognize the hallways that you walk down, but the echos of the past still linger within the souless walls. However, you know an important room when you see one.

For starters, the furniture is far better than any section of the base, not to mention the security for the room requires a few more troopers to watch over. Not to mention, being escorted by the general. Nothing good comes from those rooms. Normally, whomever enters it, doesn’t come out.

You were put in the cetner of this room at a standstill, the general left without a word and the stormtroopers migth as well no be there with their soundless movements.

You can’t remember how long it was that you stood there, once again, it had been a long time since since you were in a stationary position like this. It makes you wonder how you put up with this before.

You flinch when the door opens. Then it’s like your very soul was trying to leave you body when you saw who entered the room.

Supreme Leader, Kylo Ren.

You got on one knee, “Supreme Leader.” You avert your eyes, but you catch the sight of his boots. He’s circling you, as if you were mere prey. “Stand,” his modulated voice shook you to your very core.

You rise to your feet, your eyes trained on the wall. You kept your mind empty, but your stomach was reeling when his cape grazed your legs.

“At ease,” he said, the traces of mirth escaping him. Yes, you still have your manners. You loosened your posture and met his masked gaze.

“You led us right to them.” He said, soft yet blunt. “I’m not sure how you did it.” You clarify, not sure if he can force read your mind or not. “General Hux tracked your location through your identification card.” Now you felt stupid. You still had it on you for the sake of having any identity or a form to purchase items.

“However,” He drawled out, “Your presence was far simpler to track.” You didn’t have the words to respond to that, not sure what makes the supreme leader tick. His destructive fits are known throughout the galaxy.

“Are you hiding your sensibility to the force?” You shake your head, “If I am force sensitive, then only you would know, supreme leader.” You knew you had to choose your words carefully; high-ranking officers have been killed for less than punishable offenses.

“You have been overlooked by my officers,” it was a statement more than a question. There’s no sense in telling him what you know, it’s not like it’s anything useful, “That I am used to, supreme leader. My job, among many, is overlooked.”

He says nothing, allowing you to continue,“Who do you think sews the banners, designs our logo, writes propaganda, and makes recruitment stations? The people who cook your dinners? There are more like me than you know, supreme leader.”

If you’re going to die, well, might as well get your point across…

“We all made the same loyalty pledge that you did.” You remember when he was brought in by Snoke, you were roughly the same age. He was so timid then, moreso overhwelmed. He couldn’t stand at attention properly nor anybody see him as compitent or a real member of the first order. That’s what the rumors were, at least. The more chattier officers would tell you everything, true or not.

Then he started getting angry, really angry. His rage won many battles against the reistance, and that got him the role of commander. Snoke made this quite the event to the point where he got the equivalent of a coronation. You were amongst all the unsung memebers of the regime, painting for the back of the room.

Until now, you’ve only seen him twice….But why are you thinking about this?

“I.” His crackled voice brought you out of your own head, “I’ve seen you.” At the promotion ceremony. But neither of you said that. He searched through your mind, must’ve thought you were familar. “So have I.” You said, filling the silence.

“You’ve been here all along,” he changed gears in the conversation, “But you’ve never called for me.” That’s an easy answer, one you didn’t have to think about.

“Snoke sent me your measurements, he didn’t want you to associate yourself with lowly personnel like myself.” You didn’t even think of it as an insult. With such a long line serving the dark side, it wouldn’t do the first order good if such tradition was served at the hands of an unstable man. (From what you heard at least, he’s been eerily calm when you’ve seen him)

That name didn’t sit well with him, the clenched fist an echo to what he could do to your lungs. So it’s your turn to change the subject…to save your own skin.

“My family has been supporting the darkside for a long, long time.” You say, “My mother was the one who made vader’s cape. And my grandfather with the emperor’s robes.” That piqued his interest, you’ve been here all this time. Present, but out of sight.

He didn’t answer again, and you knew that this was going to be awkward. It doesn’t appear that the supreme leader has spoken with anyone who was not involved directly with warfare.

Then he felt a tugging sensation. It was light, but not with the force. Rather, you had reached up and thumbed his clothes. You had every right to, it was your job..

And for once…. An action like that. didn’t bother him.

“You could use a new wardrobe.” You say, eyeing his garments. They look like they’ll form holes soon, something needed to be done. He felt exposed like this, unsure of what to do. “May I?” You pulled out an old measuring tape, you’ve had it on you and almost forgot about it… until now. You could probably use your skills to ensure your safety.

He made no movement to deny you, so you serve behind him and get the basic measurements, nothing too detailed, but enough for a general idea.

“You haven’t changed a bit,” you say, moving back in front of him.

“I’ll show you to your room.” He declares, moving out of the small room and back into the hallway.

“Yes, supreme leader.”

….”Call me Kylo Ren.”

“What?”

“Please…”

“Ok then, Kylo Ren. I’ll follow you.”

[januaryembrs]

WORTH THE WAIT | Poe Dameron x Reader

Request: my sweet @happyhauntt says: and to counteract the fact that my last request was sad as fuck, here's a happy one!!! a wee fic based on the song 'i guess i'm in love' by clinton kane, and this one feels like it should be for poe or steven!! enjoy!!

Description: Poe tries to help reader overcome her fear of flying by giving her something good to remember

length: 2.1k

warnings: mention of puke (none just feeling of nausea) mention of fear of heights?

authors note: yes I did listen to Romantic Flight from HTTYD when I wrote this and yes this did heal the part of me that always wanted to be flown through the clouds like this. also sorry this is so late things have been HECTIC

Poe really hoped she liked his surprise. 

There were very few things that he knew he was good at besides flying; knowing exactly how to tell her just how deeply he felt for her even after all this time being one of them. He knew he stumbled over flirtatious lines, not at all like the bachelor he once was, that his chest still pounded at the thought of her just the same as it did when he was soaring through the stratosphere, his stomach flipping when they kissed as if he’d done four barrel rolls on an X-Wing. 

He knew he was in uncharted waters being so far in a committed relationship, that his usual rendezvous' had lasted little more than a few weeks at most, but that was entirely in the past. No one had even come close since the day he met her. 

She had been his mission once. Captured on a First Order ship, Leia had ordered him and his squadron to go rescue her, had said she was some lord’s daughter of a dying planet wanted by Ren for information about her father. He had heard the stories of how his resistance leader had come to be kidnapped from Alderaan when she was young, and figuring she was just screamingly empathetic for the girl, he had done exactly as he had been told. 

He’d had no clue that his mission would become his entire life within a few short months. 

“I feel like this is a little unfair,” She teased, his hands over her eyes as he led her out to the hangar, the lone sun on their planet lowering behind the horizon, “You make me wait all day for my present, and I can’t even see it,” 

“Have a little patience, Princess,” Poe said, his lips drawing into a small smile as he felt her huff beneath his palms, “I know you’re used to getting what you want in your palace, but you’re in my town now, baby,”

She chuckled, shaking her head as he directed her down the stairs. He wasn’t entirely lying. After she’d been rescued from Ren’s grasp, her planet had quickly declared its allegiance to the resistance and she had been appointed as one of Leia’s advisors. Whether it was her quick wit, or the love she seemed to drench every single person with, no matter who they were or where they had come from, Poe wasn’t exactly sure what it was that made her such a good leader, other than the fact she was so entirely herself it was hard not to favour her; a rare quality of politicians he'd often teased her. 

She gave a sniff through her nose, trying to give herself some kind of hint as to what her gift was. “Smells like… oil? Did BB-8 leak again?” 

“Just wait, one more step in front of you,” Poe replied, his eyes trained carefully on her high heeled steps over the concrete. His stomach somersaulted as he wondered for the last time if this was a good idea, but he couldn't very well lead her all the way back out of there empty handed. Reminding himself it was her, and she would never spit anything kind back in his face, he released her face gently, “tada!”

He watched her shoulders tense under the jacket he’d given her because he worried she’d be cold in the night air, and he could tell her mind was racing a million miles a second trying to make sense of what it was he was showing her. 

His T-70 starfighter. The only thing, he often joked, that could ever rival her for the title of his beloved.

“Poe…” Her voice trailed off, unsure but not wanting to seem rude, “Poe, I can’t-”

“Baby, hear me out,” He cut in, knowing she was never going to be jumping for joy before he could explain, “I promise you, nothing bad will happen while I’m there,”

“Poe,” She said hesitantly, as he came around the front of her to see her worried expression that made him cradle her face with his warm hands almost immediately.

“They don’t call me the best pilot in the galaxy for nothing,” He smiled at her cheekily, and he was relieved to see her crack a grin then, though the fright lingered in her eyes that rolled at him.

He’d known since the day he’d rescued her that she had a fear of flying; when he’d had to sit her on his lap in that very same cockpit so they could escape the base together, when she’d screamed bloody murder and held his hands so tight he worried he might lose circulation. 

Not the best of first introductions, and not quite how he’d imagined his two greatest loves meeting. Which was why he wanted to change her experience of the whole thing. 

She gave him a tentative glance, and he fretted for a moment that it had all been a mistake; that his kind act coming from a good place had been one giant heap of selfish bantha fodder that he felt stupid for even suggesting it. But then she took a deep breath, her hands coming up over his own on her cheeks and squeezing them gently. 

“Certainly don’t call you the most humble pilot in the galaxy, Dameron,” She said with a tease, moving past him to head for the jet, “Alright, help me up. My carriage awaits,”

He beamed so hard he thought his cheeks might explode, rushing past her to lift himself up onto the right arm the way he had done so many, many times before. 

“My lady,” He stretched out his hand, all but yanking her up most of the way to where he kneeled, and he was glad he’d told her to wear her cargos and not the pretty dress she’d showed him.

Pulling herself up to a sit, she looked unsurely at the metalwork beneath them, “You’re sure it can hold two?”

“It did before, didn't it?” He countered back, hoisting himself into the cockpit that felt like a second home to him, his body sliding into his seat like a hand into a glove. He parted his thighs, granting her a space of her own, and patted the leather chair, “Actually, don't think about that. Hop in,”

She paused, uncertainty written across her face that cracked when she saw the hopeful gleam in his eyes, brown hues that had always seemed to watch her with pure adoration. She had always struggled to say no to him, especially when he looked like that. 

Slipping between his legs, she hated to admit that she found herself rather comfy enveloped between his body and the dash. 

“You sure we’re safe?” She asked once more, and his arms slid around her to grab the wheel in his right hand, the left pulling her back against his warm body that made her relax just that little bit. He kissed the side of her head, resting his temple against hers for a second. 

“You know I would never put you in harms way, sweetheart,” He said, all trace of jovial teasing gone as he kissed next to her ear and pushed the button to lock the glass canopy over their heads. It slowly lowered down, hissing into a click as it shut, and he felt her shuffle in closer to his chest, “There’s something up there I really, really want to show you. Okay?” 

She looked up at him over her shoulder, his eyes twinkling with excitement at seeing her in his seat, his co-pilot for the evening. 

How could she ever resist?

“Okay,” She nodded, tugging his arms over her shoulders like a seat belt as if strapping herself in for the ride, “Okay, I’m ready,”  

He chuckled, praying to the maker one last time that this would work, and switching the ignition up to a low rumble. 

The jet rolled forward slowly, and he wheeled it around to a clearing in runway that made her think he’d told everyone to take the evening off just so they could have their solo flight.

“Okay, baby, I’m going to have to go fast at this bit, so you might want to hold on tight,” He warned her, and he felt her grab onto his thighs with tight fists, “That’s it, I got you, you’re safe,”

Not giving her much time to overthink what was coming, he floored the gas, flicking a few of the levers above their heads. She sucked in a breath, her knuckles almost turning white with grip, “Poe,” 

“I promise you’re safe, baby,” He reassured, forcing the throttle down and they jumped forward as the engines kicked in. He would have been in the air by now if it had just been him, would probably already be doing a loop-de-loop, but he didn’t want to terrify her before they had even really started. 

She squealed, a muffled version of what he knew she was probably holding back as they started lifting off the ground, and he sped up even more, the g-force throwing her back against him, and he flicked pressed the switch on the dash to start retracting the wheels into the underbelly. 

“Poe, I’m scared,”

“You got it, I got you,” He removed one of his hands off the wheel and looped it around her waist to keep her secure, “You’re doing so well, baby,” 

It was then she made the mistake of taking a peak outside, seeing their base quickly becoming little more than a speck beneath them as they sped off upwards into the atmosphere, “Oh my stars, we’re so high,” 

He chuckled, kissing her hairline tenderly, “That’s a good thing, means we’re not in danger of crashing into trees or mountains or-”

“Poe!” She slapped his thigh, scrunching her eyes shut, “I can’t look, I’m going to puke,”

His resolve wavered for a minute, and he made the impromptu decision to yank the steering wheel down, forcing them to take a quick turn up even higher into the air, to which she tucked her head towards his jaw so she didn’t have to watch. 

He wondered if he was going to regret such a bold move, he felt her whimper against his skin and Poe cursed the whole concept of ‘Go big or go home’ that he had been going for. 

Until-

They burst through the clouds, the dusk air that had been growing dark under the smog disappearing as they cut in a straight line up, further and further until the cottony slew of powder white clouds blanketed beneath them, the way they had for him so many times before. The sun was still out this far up in the aerospace, syrupy orange, and almost pink as it met the pillowed floor, like they had flown right into a meadow of blankets and warmth. 

“Poe, I tried to be brave, really I did, for you, but my nerves are shot-” 

“Baby, look,” He cut her off, engaging the auto-pilot and moving his warm hands down her arms softly to hold her fingers in his own. The X-Wing evened out, the force barely feeling like a pull at their bodies anymore and more like a lingering jitter in their skin that could so easily be passed off as the engine. 

“I can’t, I feel sick-” She protested, pushing her nose into his neck, and he felt her hands shaking with nerves that he gently stroked away. He chuckled, the sound reverberating over the apples of her cheeks.

“Just trust me, look,” Poe said, and she took a deep breath, as if holding back another complaint, peeling herself away from him just the smallest amount to glimpse outside the star-fighter. 

Her eyes widened, sitting upright almost immediately as she saw the technicolor that had been a dull beige before, the world she’d known for over two years entirely gone, buried beneath the silkened clouds. Her mouth hung open, eyes darting over the teracotta hues, down to the valley of puffy clouds beneath that didn’t seem nearly as threatening as she’d imagined. 

She was silent for a moment, and Poe had feeling that was atleast a good thing, but he was known to second guess himself when it came down to her. 

Watching her expression with a besotted gaze, the sun’s heat glowing her cheeks with a honey kiss, he ran his fingertips over her palms, “Do you like it?”

“Poe, it’s-” She swallowed, not once ripping her eyes away from the oil painting infront of her, “You get to see this every day?”

He laughed, dipping his nose in her neck and leaving a loving kiss there, “Pretty much, yeah. I told you, it’s a whole other world up here,”

“How do you ever come down, I mean it’s, it’s,” She stammered, shuffling on the edge of the seat to take it all in even more, “It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen,” 

“I have my reasons that are pretty compelling actually,” He smiled, eyes washing over her face, trying to commit that expression to memory because there were very few times they were allowed to have something good in the middle of a war. But this was it. She was it. His little bit of goodness that had been so worth the wait, “Happy Anniversary, honey,” 

[4ragon]

@latchic said: Op I would love to hear about your thoughts on galo trying to save kray and all the details of his and lios psyches, you got some cool words to say and I’d like to hear more

Absolutely. Any time. I love thinking about this stupid movie.

So I forced a bunch of my friends to watch Promare with me and on the one hand the parts where Galo was like "Lio don't kill him!" all of my friends were like NO DO IT PLEASE END HIM which was really funny.

But. But but but. I do think it's super important that Galo refused to kill him.

Okay, so there's several parts to this. To start with I don't think that Kray being Kray was really an important factor in Galo trying to keep him alive. Like, we are WELL past Galo holding any respect for the man, and they did just spend the last like 15 minutes of the movie beating his ass. And yes, Galo absolutely has a lot of emotions to unpack about him, but none of those feelings have anything to do with the decision not to murder him.

So Galo tries to 'defend' Kray twice. The first one is when Kray starts taunting Lio after their robot battle and Lio fucking loses it. He tears himself out of Lio de Galon and Galo shouts out "Wait don't kill him!" And I think there's two reasons for this, at least for this first moment.

One: Galo does not think it's right to kill. That's just a given, he's a fire fighter, his whole job is to keep people alive, and I don't think any amount of anger is going to make him change his mind on that. But more than that, he doesn't think it'd be right to kill someone who 'can't fight back.' Because in that moment, they have no idea Kray still has an ace up his sleeve. He just knows that Lio is angry and not in his right mind.

Which leads me to Two: Galo doesn't want LIO to kill, because Lio thinks it's important not to kill. It's the same reason he stopped Dragon-Lio from destroying the city, and confronted him in Aina's helicopter instead of, I dunno, shooting him in the head with an ice gun. Lio doesn't want to be the monster everyone thinks he is. He doesn't want to be a murderer, no matter how much people deserve it. Lio said over and over again that the burnish would only hurt someone if forced.

And in this moment, Lio is being tormented and brought to the brink, but he's not acting in self defense. He's not doing it to protect anyone. They already won (quote unquote). And I think Galo knew intrinsically that Lio killing Kray would absolutely destroy Lio from the inside.

But the second time Galo saves Kray I think is way more interesting. This is right before the kiss of life scene, when he destroyed the engine and pulled Lio free. Again, his decision not to kill Kray had nothing to do with Kray.

And also, it kind of had everything to do with Kray.

Because Kray almost killed everyone. He truly and sincerely believed that the majority of humanity had to be sacrificed for the greater good. And sure, there was a good dose of megalomania in there, but he genuinely thought the Burnish and anyone he didn't invite on the ship needed to be killed to protect humanity as a whole. And isn't it worth it, to sacrifice the rest of humanity if it means a select few make it?

And Galo looked him in the eyes, said fuck that, and decked him in the jaw.

Because Galo didn't believe him. No amount of justification would make this right. There was no world for Galo in which people had to be killed for the greater good. Galo was going to save every last person on the fucking planet, and was not going to compromise his morals to do it just because Kray didn't think he could.

Kray told him he had to kill in order to save, and Galo said no, I don't even have to kill you. And I won't. And I love that.

I probably shouldn't keep going, because I still have a million and one thoughts about these little guys and this post is getting too long, but if you want to read 93,000 words dissecting Lio Fotia and his trauma I did write this fic about it.

[kittycoffeeheart]

Aphmau fans

I doubt I'm ever gonna write something like this considering how much I've been procrastinating and abandoning my fics on and off constantly, but I want to take a second to ramble about a fic I have in mind for maybe possibly exploring one day.

House Of Memories

Before Aphmau announced MyStreet season 7 and Rhys joined the Aphmau SMP, I wanted to write a crossover between the SMP and My Inner Demons, my favourite Aphmau series. My initial idea was very focused on Pierce and Noi having been sent through a strange portal to the SMP from the MID world, with Pierce losing his memories, and Noi being stuck in an unfamiliar place with the only person here who he's familiar with not recognizing him and acting completely off from how he used to. Many years later, the rest of the daemos boys as well as Ava and Lorelei would find their way to the server by following Johnny through a strange portal. The whole story was gonna be focused on Pierce regaining his memories and his SMP and MID personalities meshing into a new Pierce, but the whole thing wasn't well thought out. Hell, in the first chapter, one of the characters barely had to step underground to find LAPIS that's how little research I did before word vomiting into a new Wattpad draft. I was also getting over my Noi x Ava obsession around this time and I was interested in exploring Pierce x Ava, so I was gonna ship them in the fic, and this was also based on the lyrics of House Of Memories by Panic! At The Disco, which is how I got the name for the fic. Just recently though, I have come up with TWO new ideas for a completely new version of the fic.

The new House Of Memories could tell the tale of not just how the daemos got there, but of how EVERYONE got there! As in the characters of MyStreet and My Inner Demons, maybe even other series. I'll of course start with Aphmau, the face of the entire channel, who first gets thrown from the world of MyStreet into the world of Minecraft. I haven't worked out how exactly the characters would get there, but I suppose it wouldn't be too relevant because the fic would be all about life on the SMP with no returning to their old world. They're stuck, that's it. Aphmau would have to learn how to survive in this new environment. I'm not sure how yet, but eventually she would start her YouTube channel, starting the Aphmau SMP. Over time, different friends would join her in this world and set up their own houses on Aphmau's servers. And this idea can split into two versions.

Everyone from MyStreet recognizes Aphmau, and she helps them get used to their new home. They learn how to survive in Minecraft and help anyone new who arrives. Everyone is confused and scared, but they have each other to go to for help and support. When the My Inner Demons boys show up too, nobody recognizes them, but they still offer them help despite their odd behavior as daemos who just got thrown into a realm similar to Earth but also very different without Ava there to help. Before the YouTube channel/behind the scenes, everybody is struggling in their own ways, but keep moving forward for a sense of normalcy in a situation that's not normal, and the personas they've crafted for their videos over time helped cover this as the channel went from simply testing out mods and stuff like that to more kiddie content.

Aphmau reunites with her friends, but they're not her friends anymore. They don't recognize her. They're just regular players. Aphmau travels across servers and runs into more and more people identical to her old friends, but she's a stranger to all of them. She still manages to become close with these alternate versions of the people she knew, and even gets in a relationship with the new Aaron. But despite all of this, none of it is the same.

I feel like option 2 fits more with the lyrics of the song. So either all of the characters suffer but receive comfort, or Aphmau and only Aphmau is miserable af and nobody around her knows.

I left out anything about the daemos boys in option 2 because I don't know what I'd do with them in this timeline. Maybe they'd be regular players too. OR they're like in the first timeline, but here, they're the only ones other than Aphmau who remember their pasts, and they're the only people who could understand Aphmau to an extent, but it's still complicated because they're not surrounded by alternate versions of people they know (Except for Aphmau/Ava ig), and they and Aphmau don't know each other.

Also the main reason for this new idea is the fact that I've recently started really disliking what the Aphmau SMP has become, especially Noi. I started watching the SMP when Noi was still just a sweet innocent boi. I don't have a problem with Pierce being a sheep obsessed dumbass because I'm used to it. But Noi in most recent videos is different in a way I don't like, as well as Rhys since the first few vids he was in, he acted like he would in MID, but his behavior in recent vids is ridiculous, and I'm desperately grasping for some excuse for this to not be their actual personalities on the SMP, which is why option 1 exists.

BUUUT I don't think I'm ever writing this because I only ever watched MyStreet once three years ago, I binged through MCD some random time just to know what the story's about, didn't care too much for it, and there are SO MANY CHARACTERS AND DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF THEM that I don't think my brain would survive just trying to plan out all the complex details of characters and their personalities, backstories, emotions and how that would tie into the fanfic. While I like the idea of making Aphmau suffer like in option 2, it feels lazy, especially since it defeats my original purpose for coming up with these ideas, which was giving these childish SMP characters actual depth for once.

Also I have no idea what to do with Peebs and Zena, I'll probably just ignore their existence.

Thanks for reading my rambling though. I needed to get this out somewhere. I still have no idea what the ending of these fics would be if I were to ever write them.

...Or the ending of House Of Memories could be the beginning of Alternates episode 1 BOOM MORE TRAUMA- okay I'll stop.

(I can't believe this post hasn't stopped me with some kind of word limit yet)

[ennn]

I think we all have different takes of what is a toxic relationship and how that shows in a relationship. That Agatha is toxic so any relationship with her is toxic is a good take but I think some people just dislike the relationship and more people just have no idea about their day to day dynamic in the past and worry what is ‘OCC’ but since we saw none of it, people should just think/write/ whatever, it’s all headcanons anyway

We did get a small glimpse of what their dynamic could have been for a bit in that hug and almost kiss, Agatha did look very loving but she told us that she also wanted to distract Rio later on, so was that all manipulation, most of it, half, none of it? The only time afair that Agatha had no one to perform to was when she was longingly looking at Rio while flying and it’s interesting that was supposed to be Rio looking at Agatha and they changed it. I guess we already knew about Rio’s feelings and they thought that needed more from Agatha which is very fair

Hi Anon, I hear you and just some of my thoughts (not necessarily directed at you even, just in response to your comments):

A toxic ship is simply a relationship with problematic or unhealthy elements. That's it. Some ships are healthy, some ships are kinda in a grey area, and some ships are clearly toxic.

I think Agatha / Rio may be some people's first exposure to a toxic ship because of y'know, Marvel. Auntie En is here to tell you that you can absolutely enjoy a complicated, juicy, toxic ship without feeling bad about it because these are fictional characters on a genre TV show.

I'm totally on board having different interpretations where it comes to ambiguous things or things we have little to go on.

That said, I've also seen some egregious takes that are way off base based on what we can see or infer from the show.

Sometimes characters say things they don't actually mean.

Sometimes multiple things can be true and happening at the same time. This applies to Agatha a lot on this show.

Was she being truthful? Yes. Was she also being manipulative? Yes. Did she genuinely care? Yes. Is she being self-serving? Also yes.

To quote of my favourite bits from @paddingtonfan69's fic: It’s a grand truth and a grand lie, all at once. The Agatha Harkness special.