#robin writes

[plutosrobin]

considering a fic that’s the plot of ‘imagine me and you’ but with jackieshauna…. hear me out….

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Charles Rowland and Edwin Payne (Tom Dockin AU)

“Are we correct in assuming that you are Tom Dockin?” Edwin directs the question to the being trapped in the runes.

The fairy’s eyes snap to Edwin, and Charles adjusts his grip on his cricket bat, ready. The movement must catch his attention again, as Tom Dockin’s focus switches back to Charles, apparently considering his reply.

There’s a ripple and a sound of flesh moving in a way it isn’t supposed to, and suddenly Charles is staring into Edwin’s bloodied face. He’s dressed in the underclothes he’d had on in Hell, bloodstains and all, and Charles feels his stomach fall.

Edwin, the real one, lets out a sharp gasp of surprise.

“Aye, indeed I am. You going to hit me with that bat, boy? While I’m wearing this face? I don’t think you will.” The iron teeth haven’t changed, and they look distinctly out of place in Edwin’s face.

Charles fidgets with his bat again, suddenly unsure.

-EveryMomentADifferentSound, i'd be the dreadful need in the devotee that made him turn around

Alright, so this is the lovely work of @every-moment-a-different-sound, who wrote an absolutely LOVELY retelling of a folktale in the form of a case fic that can be found here!

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

I’m gonna write a fic where Arthur, John (malevolent), Martin, Jon (Magnus), and Cecil (nightvale) are all transported to my little therapy dimension.

They’ll be locked in a room together with an infinite supply of snacks and fidget toys and they will be trapped there until they get their shit together.

[melonlthawne]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: DCU (Comics), DCU, Detective Comics (Comics), The Flash - All Media Types, The Flash (Comics), Impulse (Comics), Young Justice (Cartoon), Young Justice (Comics), Young Justice - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bart Allen & Wally West, Bart Allen & Max Mercury, Bart Allen & Iris West, Bart Allen & Meloni Thawne, Barry Allen & Bart Allen, Bart Allen & Max Crandall, Iris West & Wally West, Wally West & Iris West, Barry Allen & Iris West, Iris West & Meloni Thawne, Meloni Thawne & Thaddeus Thawne, Barry Allen/Iris West, Linda Park/Wally West Characters: Bart Allen, Meloni Thawne, Barry Allen, Wally West, Iris West, Thaddeus Thawne, Max Mercury, Kid Flash, Flash, Flash (DCU), Impulse - Character, inertia - Character Additional Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Canon Rewrite, Bart Allen is Impulse, Bart Allen-centric, Bart Allen Needs A Hug, Wally West is Kid Flash, Wally West is The Flash, Barry Allen is The Flash, Flashfam, Flash Family, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Reunited and It Feels So Good, Cute Kids, Family Fluff, baby bart is precious, flash family are together and happy, dc wishes they could get me to write meloni for them Summary:

Bart Allen disappears after a turbulent mission with his crew from Young Justice. His loved ones notice and go on a wild-goose chance trying to find him, only for him to return in a strange state with a strange, unexpected visitor.

AKA

Remake/revamp of my original deaged baby!Bart fic for some shits, giggles, and serotonin. Hopefully written a little crisper after 3 years of improvement. Look inside for lots of fluff, some hurt/comfort, minor angst, and lots of love.

[the-alice-of-hearts]

Ruin me (Jay/Tim)

Read on AO3 here

Words: 766

Summary: Jason loves to push buttons, but Tim has always given as much as he's got

Jason knew he could press people’s buttons, he lived for it even. Watching his family tiptoe around him was painful, but being under their smothering attention was worse. He took a breath and tried to ground himself in the play fight he was having with Tim. Tim would engage with him, even when he was at his worst, and he could never decide if that was a good thing or not. Tim was being snappy as usual, and Jason couldn’t help but watch him circling the room. The younger Robin was complaining about Damian again, something that the littlest bat had done on patrol. 

Then Tim rounded on him. “Are you even listening?” 

“Blah blah blah, Damian being a terror, blah blah blah, Jason fuck me, blah blah blah are you listening,” Jason repeated back to him. 

Tim’s face went red and he glared. “I didn’t say that!” 

“You were thinking it.” Jason countered. That was the fun of Tim, Jason always knew when he’d come over with a pathetic excuse to get Jason’s attention. And wearing the shorts and tank top that he was wearing in the crisp Gotham late winter Jason knew this was a plea for something he wasn’t willing to ask for. 

Tim pouted for a moment and then changed his stance to that of a predator looking at its prey. “You couldn’t handle me.” Tim challenged him. 

Jason stalked forward to him and looked down into his eyes. “Wanna bet?” 

To his credit, Tim didn’t shrink back or flinch when Jason got into his space, but Jason hadn’t been expecting him to. Tim was too headstrong for his own good, and Jason loved that about him. 

Tim’s eyes dilated just a little in fear or arousal Jason wasn’t sure, for the prey like man it was a good bet it was both. 

“Thought you didn’t hurt kids?” Tim responded. 

Jason laughed darkly. “We both know you’ve always been the exception, Red. But don’t worry, word on the street is that the little birdy finally celebrated his eighteenth birthday.” 

Tim’s face twisted into a grin and then he finally took a step back. “You’ve been keeping tabs on me?” 

“I always keep tabs on you,” Jason responded, reaching out to grab Tim by the shoulder before he could get any further. “Need to know when you’re gonna pop up and be a pain in my side.” 

Tim tensed up in Jason’s hold and Jason just grinned at him. “Whatcha gonna do about it?” 

Jason walked him back into the wall behind him and then leaned in close, boxing Tim in. “I’m gonna teach you a lesson you won’t forget.” 

Tim licked his lips and stared up at Jason with his brilliant eyes. “Try me.” 

Jason pressed his lips to Tim’s and adjusted his hold on him to hold him by the neck. It took just one squeeze for Tim to gasp. “Careful there,” Jason muttered as he kissed down Tim’s jaw. “I’m getting ideas.” 

Tim moaned and Jason shoved his thigh between Tim’s legs so that he could ride his leg. Jason felt Tim’s cock through the thin material of his shorts as he rutted against Jason’s leg. Jason’s own cock was at attention and leaking precum as he kept kissing Tim and pressing him into the wall. 

Tim tried to say something but Jason tightened his hand around his neck once more. That shut him up successfully and got him looking at Jason with tears in his eyes. After a moment of breathlessness, Jason loosened his hold again so that Tim could gasp in breath. The tears slowly dripped down his face and Jason kissed them one by one. “Oh my beautiful birdy, I always enjoy breaking you.” 

Tim jumped up and wrapped his legs around Jason’s waist so that he could be closer. “Again,” he rasped out. 

Jason kept his hold around Tim’s neck and squeezed again watching Tim’s face closely. It was something that Tim had admitted to him when they’d started whatever this way, he loved the rush of endorphins that being strangled brought him, and who was Jason to deny him this when he always cried so pretty when he was losing oxygen? Jason let up after long enough that he knew Tim was completely out of air and watched him pant and stare up at him. “Please,” Tim’s voice sounded wreaked even though Jason hadn’t done much yet. 

“Please what, baby bird?” Jason asked. 

“Please ruin me,” Tim begged and Jason tilted his head up and then was claiming his lips in a kiss. 

“With pleasure.”

[numberonecodwomenfan]

Mama’s Boy

my first writing on this account!! im actually pretty proud of this, despite the fact that i wrote it on my phone in probably 2 hrs lol.

TW for mentions of alcoholism and guns

König’s mother taught him to shoot. Before he even thought of joining the military, back when he was simply Edie’s boy- “the tall one, not the blond,”- from down the street. No one in the small town of Heugraben bothered with his all-too-common name. There were probably three Lukases from down the street, and he had yet to think of using his middle name, so Edith’s boy he became.

Edith was a small, stocky woman, with dark hair that had begun to gray at the roots. Her calloused hands guided König’s fingers to wrap around the trigger of the BB gun he had received for his twelfth birthday. He had been asking for one- his father would take him on hunting trips when he was sober enough to care, and König, young, naïve König, still held out hope that the man would return one day. He wanted to be able to impress his father with his marksmanship.

Edith had finally relented, and after a lengthy safety lecture that König barely paid attention to in his vibrating excitement, Edith set up some of Cristoph’s old practice targets in their vast backyard.

“Your hands are shaking, little prince,” she chastised, and reached out to steady him.

“Sorry, Mama.”

“No need for that,” Edith scoffed. She maneuvered König’s arms to the proper position and flicked the safety off. “Hold it up so the butt is against your shoulder,” Edith said. König received an admonishing flick to the back of the head when he giggled at her phrasing.

“Ow!” König turned to his mother with a pout. “If you keep flicking me like that, I’ll have a hole in my head!”

“Hm, maybe if you did I could finally dig around in there and get the cobwebs out,” Edith knocked on the crown of König’s head with her knuckles. He grumbled under his breath and Edith chuckled. “Alright, enough of that. Hold the end of the gun against your shoulder.” König did so, and Edith nodded. “Now look down the barrel of it. See the bump at the end? That’s the sight. That’s how you aim.”

König squeezed his left eye shut and pointed the sight at the target. His vision was a little blurry up this close, but he didn’t mention it.

“Now what?” He asked quietly.

“Now you line up the shot, and shoot.”

König tightened his grip on the gun, aimed, and hesitantly pulled the trigger. The sound startled him a bit and he stumbled back into his mother’s chest.

“Good job, Lukas!” Edith planted a kiss on top of König’s head (though she had to pull him down by the shoulders to do so) and clapped him on the shoulder. “Look- you hit it.”

König looked, and sure enough, he hit the target. Not a bullseye, but he hit it. A grin spread across his face, all crooked teeth and chubby cheeks, and he turned around to his mother.

“Papa’s gonna be so surprised when he comes back- he’ll finally let me help him on his hunting trips!”

Edith’s smile pinched and she took in a deep sigh. “Of course he will, my little prince.” She patted König’s shoulder and tried not to let her smile waver, lest she ruin König’s hope.

His brothers were older- they knew Cristoph wouldn’t come back. König, sweet, shy, wide-eyed and cherub-cheeked, in all his childlike innocence, couldn’t possibly imagine such a thing.

But of course, Papa never came back, as papas tend to do. Edith’s graying roots became salt-and-pepper, and the bags under her eyes deepened. König grew into his body, shooting up like a beanstalk even more than he had already, and by seventeen he had reached a mammoth six feet nine inches.

He had finally realized that being Lukas G. was frustrating, so suddenly, he was König. His middle name was fitting, as he certainly looked the part of a king- a towering, broad boy, with a crown of red hair, courtesy of Cristoph’s genes. His baby fat had mostly sloughed off, replaced by muscle, but his Oma still pinched his chubby cheeks as he said his goodbyes. He leaned down, nearly doubling over, so she could kiss him on the forehead.

“Stay safe, little prince,” she said with a smile.

“I will. I promise,” König shouldered his duffel bag and turned to his mother.

“Don’t go growing up on me while you’re gone,” Edith choked out through tears, “Come back for Hanukkah. And call, or write- I need to hear from you, okay?”

“I know, Mama. I will, I promise. I promise.” König hugged his mother as tightly as he dared. “I love you,” he said, face pressed against her hair.

“I love you too. So, so much,” she sighed, “now go.” Edith pulled away and shooed König off, into the military truck where his future laid.

[bl00dofgrapes]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler Characters: Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington, Vickie (Stranger Things) Additional Tags: POV Alternating, Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler-centric, Denial of Feelings, Nancy Wheeler Has a Crush on Robin Buckley, Robin Buckley Has a Crush on Nancy Wheeler, Lesbian Nancy Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler is Whipped, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Smoking, Drinking & Talking, Masturbation in Shower, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, the author (me) loves symbolism, its about the feral yearning of a repressed lesbian, also no beta we die like my depression

Summary:

"I broke up with Jonathan." Nancy said out of nowhere.

"Ok... wha-...hm, want me to beat him up?"

"No." Nancy repeated.

"Ok... I'm sorry, Nance, but why did you tell me this?"

"I don't know," Nancy sighed. "I just… have this constant urge to be honest with you, like... to tell you everything."

aka

Nancy ignores Robin whenever she gets to talk to her. She ignores her completely, it's almost like she vanishes. No calls, no coming to Family Video, no interactions at school. The only times Robin gets to hear about Nancy is when Steve mentions her. Robin wonders why, after some time, Nancy tells her the truth.

[untitledgirl5173]

In Perfect Synchronicity (Haruhi Suzumiya x Yuki Nagato)

Link to AO3 (Leave a Comment if you liked it!) https://archiveofourown.org/works/52059856

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The SOS brigade club room was as boring and menial as it ever had been. Kyon was helping Taniguchi today, so he was strangely absent. Koizumi was of course himself and would come and go at rather random intervals. And Mikuru had been seen being signed out of classes by her “Mother”. Haruhi had commented that it was strange that Mikuru’s mom looked nearly identical to her daughter. Though all this comment got was a murmur of agreement from Yuki.

This unfortunately left the SOS brigade's active and energetic leader with its most calm and docile. Yuki Nagato sat in her corner and held one of the books she always had with you. Nagato could have read these books faster than humans could perceive light, But the alien found books were one of the few comforts she was allowed in her mission. Books were worlds in her hands that told stories of normal girls and their normal lives. Yuki wanted to feel a fraction of the emotions or excitement of a normal high schooler.

Haruhi Suzumiya was nearly her opposite, a girl so desperate to get away from normal life she constantly ventured further and further to find them. So, it stood to reason the club as it was today left the High school god more than a little bored. She sighed loudly and leaned back in her chair and let out a loud breath to signify her boredom. Yuki of course did not react at all; her mission was purely observation. And of course, that would never….

“So, Give it to me straight, Yuki. You’re not human right?”

…. 

Yuki stared blankly at Haruhi, outside looking as calm as one could physically could. But if one placed a hand on Yuki’s body, they would notice it got 10 degrees hotter as she tried desperately to find a suitable reaction to Haruhi’s blunt statement. Haruhi being her usual self steamrolled right past Yuki’s answer or lack of.

“I get it, you don't want to tell Kyon, right? I bet he’d totally freak out.” Haruhi rationalized in her little spinning chair as she spun around casually as if nothing was wrong. “But you can tell me, I mean I kinda already know.” Haruhi put her foot down and stopped her spinning suddenly. Yuki wasn’t sure if she’d ever seen this exact smile on Haruhi’s face. It wasn’t cocky or overconfident like her normal smirk was. Yuki thought it looked strangely calming.

[plutosrobin]

jackieshauna camp counsellor au chap 1!

A girl, maybe her age, with an easy half-smile and hands tucked into the front pockets of her denim shorts. Honey blonde hair curls around her ears, frames barely-there freckles and drinks in the last dregs of whiskey sunlight. Shauna’s breath stutters on the inhale before she finally jerks her attention to the man in front of them who – shit , how long had he been talking?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65078206/chapters/167352166

[robinade]

Writing Patterns

rules: share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

Writing games! Thanks for thinking of me @twilightarc-gm even if it took me forever to follow up 💖 ( also borrowing @yeliuxi's layout)

the language of flowers [mdzs] Rated T, Jiang Cheng/Wei Wuxian, modern reincarnation au

Wei Ying is getting ready for his first day of work and checking his outfit; it’s a far cry from his normal look.

The Dark Is Lit With Stars [star wars] Rated T, Obi-Wan is unintentionally tainted by the dark side but it allows him to sense the control chips in the clones

The mining complex on Mustafar was eerily silent.

This is not your grave [mdzs] Rated M, Jiang Cheng/Wei Wuxian, arranged marriage au, modern world with cultivation

Jiang Cheng had learned all the arts expected of him to be considered an educated young master.

not the phoenix but the ashes [mdzs] Rated T, Gen, Jiang Cheng centric time travel fix-it

It was a well known fact that cultivators aged slowly, based on the strength of their golden core, but that didn’t mean that they didn’t age at all.

Crave [star wars] Rated E, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Commander Cody, no order 66, post war PWP

Obi-Wan can feel the driving base of the club music almost more than he can hear it.

it's not like you got somewhere to be [our flag means death] Rated E, Absolutely filthy Ed/Stede/Izzy PWP

It started with Oluwande shyly mentioning it and Stede happy to throw a party for the co-first mate.

if my heart were at peace [star wars] Rated E, Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, modern au, single dad Din meets hot kendo instructor Luke

Luke had thought he was done with the desert.

The Work of Knowing [dragon age] Rated E, Dorian Pavus/Cullen Rutherford, modern au, kidfic

It was Friday night and the Barracuda was overflowing with patrons.

Love, love me [cobra kai] Rated E, Amanda/Daniel/Johnny, shameless OT3 PWP

Amanda wasn’t sure what she was expecting when she got home.

Goliath [teen wolf] Rated G, Episode 1 au where Stiles gets bit instead of Scott, this was written in 2012 ok!!!

Stiles skids in the wet leaves as he runs through the forest, but catches himself and keeps going.

I only have 10 fics published so they all had to go on the list no matter how old 😅 I think I tend to set up the location more than anything else and/or letting you know who the pov character is.

Twi mentioned that seeing the whole first paragraph would be interesting and I agree! I'm also intrigued about last lines in fic, though that's assuming a writer has 10 finished ones 🤔🤔🤔

Tagging anyone who wants to! If you are reading this and want to join in, please feel free!

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

Hear me out:

Fic where the main characters of your favorite things are somehow transported to a weird room.

It’s a plain room, white walls, wood floors, half a dozen or so chairs all sat in a circle. There’s a table with food and drinks and stuff- the doors are locked.

On the wall over the table there’s a banner that says

“Group Therapy”

[melonlthawne]

[the-alice-of-hearts]

for the types of kisses list, since you mentioned maybe using it as a prompt list—

apology kiss with jaydick? (or if that’s not a ship of yours, maybe dicktim?)

(It's not a main ship of mine but I still like and read it, I just haven't written it much. So I hope you like it!!! Thank you beloved!!!)

Jason chewed on his lip and strode past where his husband was sitting. Dick had gotten home from patrol before Jason because he'd been in the cave getting cleared by Alfred after running into a burning building and having a ceiling collapse on him. Dick had panicked, gotten to the scene, and then when he saw Jason ripped into him about it.

"It's not about you being alive! It's about not calling for backup before rushing into danger!!!" Dick screamed in his face.

"Babe, I'm fine, I didn't need backup. Besides the kids weren't close." Jason had tried reassuring him but Dick just turned on his heel and stalked off leaving Jason to go get medical treatment alone.

Jason had thought about it a lot while Alfred had been checking him over, and there were defiantly points that Dick had made that he needed to be more aware of. Maybe calling for backup before going in was a smarter idea. And maybe Dick was scared for good reason, Jason had seen the way his jacket was torn through in places where his armor had to protect his flesh. He could have died if he'd been less lucky, but he needed to get in there, there were civilians in there.

Dick glanced up at him and then returned to staring at the books in his hands. Jason went into the bathroom to change and couldn't help the grin on his face when he saw that Dick had still placed out calming balm for him as well as one of his favorite soft shirts.

Jason got into the comfortable clothing and applied the balm to his bruises before striding back into their bedroom. He got into bed and carefully pulled the book from Dick's hands.

"I'm mad at you," Dick said calmly.

"I know babe, and you have every right to be. But I'm sorry." Jason pulled his husband into a soft kiss.

Their lips met in a careful embrace. Dick still trying not to waver, while Jason applied soft pressure to him. After a moment's hesitation, Dick finally reciprocated the kiss, and then Jason was smiling into the kiss. He pulled back and handed Dick his book back.

"I love you," Jason whispered.

"Love you too." Dick smiled softly and went back to reading. "But this doesn't mean I'm not mad."

"You can kick my ass tomorrow," Jason promised.

"I'll wait for the bruises to heal up," Dick countered.

[bl00dofgrapes]

👻

The town had been murmuring about Creel House since 1959, before it even. Stories of lights flickering at night, colossal spider webs — they’re made for human children, they’d say — animals like rabbits, doves, and even lambs dropping dead when setting foot near the premise.

[untitledgirl5173]

NEW FANFIC: KYON VS THE WORLD.

(Yeah, it's another fusion fic. Im not sorry. )

Link

SUMMARY: Kyon Pilgrim is 25, Has no job, And is dating a 19 year old. Its safe to say his life could be going better. But a chance meeting with the girl of his dreams (literally) might just get him to turn his life around. Join Kyon and Haruhi on an adventure that might feel just a bit familiar as Kyon battles Haruhi's Evil-Exes to prove once and for all that he is NOT a loser.

A fusion of Scott Pilgrim and Haruhi Suzumiya that I wrote because I'm a complete nerd. I hope you enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: This story is more about Haruhi than Scott Pilgrim. Just to set expectations.

Preview under the cut

I sat in my friend Taniguchi Stiles' house mixing my cereal into the bowl of milk i had prepared. I could feel the disapproving eyes of our Drummer, Yuki Pines, boring into my dang skull. “You are biologically more developed than her.” She noted flatly and with obvious disapproval.

“Is she hot?” Taniguchi asked with a slight interest in his voice. Of course he would ask that.

“I'm not playing your games kids~” I responded, I wasn’t going to let their disapproval get to me. Sure, Mikuru was just starting college. But that’s not bad compared to what I could be doing. I could be dating a 17 year old?! But what kind of loser (Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World. Directed by Edgar Wright, Universal Pictures, 2010.) would do something like that? How am I being made to be some kind of heartless villain?

Yuki stared forward at me with her normal blankness before shrugging. “Are you not like 30?” She asked with such a deadpan tone it pissed me off.

“I AM 25!” I retaliated back, Inadvertently spilling half of my milk. I grumbled and looked down at my now white stained shirt. I grabbed a fistful of paper towels and started to wipe.

Later after thankfully cleaning up my shirt, We stood in formation. Yuki Pines sat in the middle behind Taniguchi on Lead Guitar and myself on Bass. She spun her drumstick on her knuckles with a deadpan look of fascination. I tuned my bass until it sounded good enough that it wouldn't hurt anyone's ears too badly.

“So… Have you kissed?” Taniguchi asked as he stood, staring at me with his usual dumb looking face. I sighed and opened my mouth to speak.

“No, We haven’t even held hand-”

“WE ARE THE SOS BRIGADE!! ONE TWO ONE TWO THREE FOUR!!!”

[robinthebard]

Hope You're Ok

I moved out in 2018.

I didn't take much with me.

I remember exchanging final words on the campus when you followed me.

You hissed of betrayal, you spat cold venom

Curses upon me like the ones reserved for our father.

I could see your arms trembling with fear.

You didn't know where I'd be going.

This new Abandonment was the cruelest thing I could've done to you.

By now, we have both long since became adults.

I remember grown-ups telling us we had already become adults

when we hadnt even reached our teens.

We held onto eachother a lot.

We were scared children for so long.

I remember when it became obvious we were different people.

When we couldnt share everything anymore.

We were attached at the hip out of legal necessity, kept as a package for the sake of logistical simplicity.

This would serve as a point of friction between us until it broke.

Even now though, I hesitate to say I was right to leave you behind.

This New Year's Eve, pushing into my second year on E.

I've cried more times than I can remember in the last week.

The world creaks and groans under the weight of sustained cruelty.

I think about how we used to hurt eachother.

I think about your nails digging into my arm.

I think about the times I held you when you cried.

I think about the ways you lied to protect yourself from our mother.

I can only hope you're ok now.

I can only hope you made it through everything, no matter what.

This is my final attempt to be a good brother to you.

I hope you don't mind having a sister now.

It was always unfair that you were alone, I'm sorry.

With Love, Robin