#saving this in my brain for potential fic content

[daddysclownboy]

remus 'im so lucky to have you' lupin

and sirius 'youre not lucky. theres no universe in which we were ever apart' black

[butyoudidthis4what]

No Man's Land

Jack Abbot x f!Reader

5.1k || All my content is 18+ MDNI || C.W.: mentions of blood, mentions of guns and shootings, mentions of death/dying/coding, CPR, anxiety about partner's safety, Jack's traumatized, reader's traumatized, mentions of dissociation and compartmentalization, poor description of medical events, potentially incorrect medical descriptions/knowledge, very very light smut, angst, age gap kind of implied with Jack but not explicitly referenced, no use of y/n or related, not proofread, no beta, I think that's all but if I missed any please (nicely) let me know.

Summary: This is my Pitt-Fest-But-Not fic. Development of your relationship through vignettes of the past and conversations between Jack, Dana and Robby. There's a shooting where you work. Jack is at the ED when the dispatch comes in and is terrified when he can't get in touch with you.

A.N.: If my Robby reads like John Carter I'm sorry, except that a little bit I'm not. I feel like I'm struggling with my Jack characterization but can't tell if that's just me hating everything I do. This is my take on one of my fave tropes where reader is in mortal danger. I needed a physical location that could be associated with reader and settled on a courthouse, but what it is reader does there is not described. Probably (definitely?) needs a part two. If you get the nickname, thank you, I feel seen. If you don't I explain it at the end. This is absolutely something I would call him, in part to fuck with people who know his real name. I would love to know if you enjoyed and to hear any thoughts you'd like to share.

“He has a girlfriend,” Robby smirks at Dana. 

She blinks at him. “I’m sorry, I thought we were talking about Jack Abbot.”

“Oh we fucking are.” Robby stifles his smirk and forces his lips to remain closed and as neutral as possible. 

“You’re shitting me.” Dana’s incredulous look breaks Robby a bit and he starts to laugh, tries to turn it into a cough when both he and Dana look up to find Jack staring at them as he takes his snow dusted beanie off. He gives Robby a ‘really?’ look even though he knew Robby would rat him out to Dana the second Robby had dragged it out of him. 

Dana looks back at Robby. “Who? How did they meet?”

Robby holds up his hands. “You now officially know as much as I do about her.” Dana makes a noise of vague discontent but knows Jack well enough to know Robby is telling the truth. That’s all that’s been revealed. 

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“It’s not worth it,” you whisper. Jack blinks and looks around, unsure if you’re talking to him. He has no idea who you are, has never seen you before in his life but it appears that you are in fact whispering to him in the middle of this bookstore. 

He raises his eyebrows. “It’s not?”

You shake your head, give him an almost conspiratorial smile. “No, he must have gotten a new ghost writer. It’s really bad in comparison to his other stuff. Save your time and money. I’ll give you a summary right now for free if you’re that curious.”

Jack smiles to himself a little bit as he sets the book back on the shelf. There’s something about you, your smile, the way you just randomly spoke to him. He’s drawn to you. An alarm goes off in some part of his brain telling him to ignore it, ignore you, he could get hurt. He pretends to weigh his options as he turns to face you fully. “How about for a cup of coffee?”

Your brows furrow in confusion for a moment. There’s simply no way this unfairly attractive man is asking to buy you a cup of coffee. “The summary?” You clarify. “That I’d give for free. You want it to cost a cup of coffee instead?” You let out a nervous laugh and some part of his heart aches because you’re so adorable. “I just want to make sure I understand before I potentially make an even bigger fool of myself.” 

“Yep.” He can’t help but laugh a little. “You give me the summary over coffee. Actually, you know what? You’re going to have to give me a recommendation too because now I’m going to have nothing to read.” He clicks his tongue at you. 

“Well,” you laugh out, all breathy as you try to pull yourself together. “You drive a hard bargain but I think I’m willing to accept those terms…” you glance at his name badge, “Dr. Abbot.” You give him a full smile and Jack knows then and there he’s totally fucked in the best of ways. 

“Jack.” He smiles at you as you both begin walking towards the café. “Call me Jack.”

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Everything quiet enough after handoff, Robby walks out with Jack into the morning sun that does little to warm the breeze pulling leaves off the trees. “Any chance you can cover a shift on Thursday night?” Robby is asking, yes, but he knows it’s not really a question, Jack is always willing to work.

“Can’t.” Jack says simply, shrugging his shoulders. “Sorry.” There’s an expectant silence that hangs between the two as they keep walking.

“Care to elaborate?” Robby finally asks.

“No.” Jack turns and smirks at him. “It’s none of your and Dana’s business.”

“Ha!” Robby laughs. “So it’s her, it’s about her! The ever elusive girlfriend. Will we ever get to meet her? Or does she not want to meet us? Is she real?” Jack stops walking and gives Robby one of his looks. “Holy shit, is it someone here?”

Jack snorts at that. “No it’s not someone here. She’s not even in the medical field.” He sighs, half longing and half resignation of some kind. “She’s honestly dying to meet you guys, especially you and Dana, but I’m trying to protect her from this hellhole. It’s hard with schedules too, to find a time.”

“That’s such fucking bullshit,” Robby laughs. “Are you afraid to truly commit? Think bringing her here will make it too real?” 

It’s a valid question but one that Jack nevertheless resents. “No, actually, if you must fucking know Thursday is our one year anniversary. We have plans. So you’ll have to find someone else to cover. But I’ll bring her around soon,” he laughs through his nose to himself at your stubbornness, “if I don’t she’s liable to just show up one of-”

“A year?” Robby laughs, incredulous. “A fucking year? How the hell did you hide it for three months before I dragged it out of you?”

Jack ignores him. “Also, I’m moving to days. It’s better for us.” He’s so nonchalant about it, just states it like he’s saying the sky is blue, like it’s not going to make Robby’s eyes widen and mouth drop open like it does.

“I don’t,” Robby huffs a laugh, “I don’t even know where to fucking begin.”

“Then don’t.” Jack smirks, starts to walk again while Robby stays frozen, running a hand through his hair. “Go do some actual work.”

“I thought you found comfort in the darkness?” Robby yells after him. 

Jack slows and turns around but keeps walking backwards, one hand holding the strap of his backpack to keep it over his shoulder. He glances down at his phone and the photo of you that is now his wallpaper. He smiles to himself a little, yells back. “Guess I find it somewhere else now.”

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You giggle, honest to god giggle and Jack could lose his damn mind as he nibbles at your collarbone. “You know if my anatomy class had been this fun, I might have become a doctor too.” 

You’re laying on your back in bed as Jack kisses your sweat slicked skin all over as you both come down from your last round. He’s taken to 'teaching you anatomy' like this, identifying different parts of the human body with his mouth.

“Hmm,” Jack hums against you. “I’m glad it wasn’t then. Fuck doctors.” He starts to kiss down your chest. 

“That has become quite the favorite pastime of mine, yes,” you smirk. “Fucking one specific doctor, actually.” 

“Getting fucked by one specific doctor more like it,” he murmurs into your sternum. He kisses laterally, lips hitting your breast and moving towards your nipple. 

“I think we’ve established what those are,” you moan softly as he takes your nipple into his mouth. You let your hands run through his salt and pepper curls that you adore so much. 

“Can never be too thorough.” You giggle at him again and can feel him smile against you. “But fine, you want something new?” You nod, let your nails scratch gently at his scalp. 

“Nipple,” he kisses your nipple and then down your torso to right above your belly button, “to navel is no man’s land.” He continues to lavish kisses on the soft skin of your stomach before looking up at you when you don’t respond. 

“I can’t tell if you’re fucking with me or not.” You eye him with mock suspicion. 

He laughs and it’s your favorite sound in the whole world, you swear. Well maybe second, only behind hearing him tell you that he loves you. 

“I’m not. Nipple to navel is no man’s land. It’s a real thing. It’s one of the worst places to get shot or stabbed because there’s so many organs that could be hit and the place we’d expect to get hit would depend on whether the person was breathing in or out at the time, whether their lungs were inflated or deflated. And we generally have no way of knowing. It can be difficult to get clear imaging.” He starts kissing lower, down below your belly button, rubbing his stubble along your skin to tease you as he gets lower and lower. “It’s never a good time. Lots of poor outcomes.”

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It’s supposed to be his day off and yet Jack finds himself staring at the board and running a hand over his face. “It’s still so fucking weird seeing you here during the day and it not meaning something catastrophic has happened.” 

Jack turns to look at Dana. “I’ve been working days for a month now and it’s my day off.”

“You can go, we’re fine for now,” Robby nods at Jack. “Thanks for the brief assistance brother.”

“No, no,” Dana interjects, “he’s not allowed to leave until we nail down a time to meet his girl.” 

Robby raises his eyebrows and starts to tilt his head and open his mouth to agree with Dana. A dispatch comes through before anyone can say anything else and Dana grabs it, pinning Jack down with her eyes, daring him to leave before discussing meeting you. 

“Saved by the bell,” Jack huffs, taking his stethoscope off and starting to walk away. 

“Shooting at a courthouse,” Dana relays to Robby, “not a mass cas, just a few people, two a little iffy, one they’re already doing CPR on, a few caught in the race to get out. Two dead on the scene.”

It takes a few seconds for Dana’s words to truly register with Jack, but when they do his hearing fades to only a sharp ringing in his ear. This wasn’t happening. He’d been so reticent at the beginning of your relationship, waited so long to give in and define it and hand his heart over to you, terrified he’d lose you because of himself and who he was, his imperfections, his past, his trauma, his PTSD, his baggage, as he thought of it. He feels so stupid now, in the moment, not having worried about how he could lose you from a random act of violence, that in the moments he can’t be there to protect you somebody could come in and rip you from him. Just like that. With the pull of a trigger. 

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“You know, I can confidently say this is the most unique date I’ve ever been on,” you tease Jack. 

“Hey,” he pants, “me teaching you CPR is a great date.” 

“It would be better if you took your shirt off,” you whisper and wink at him before letting your eyes linger on his arm. 

“If I did that you’d be so distracted you’d learn nothing,” he smirks at you, sweat glistening on his skin just a little. Just enough to drive you nearly feral for him. 

 “I think I’ve got the compressions part down, but I may need more help learning the mouth to mouth part.”

He rolls his eyes at you. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You fucking love it,” you shoot back at him, leaning into his space and bumping him with your shoulder. 

He can’t help but kiss you. “Yes,” the word is muffled against your lips, “yes I do.” He gives you a firmer kiss this time before he pulls away. “But really. You should know how to do it, just in case. It will help you feel in control in the moment if the need for it ever arises. You’ll know what to do.”

You bite your lip and smile at him. 

“What?” He eyes you with suspicion. 

You shrug. “Nothing, I just love you so much. Sometimes it overwhelms me, how much I love you.”

He can see it in your eyes, how much you love him, can almost feel it physically squeezing him like a tight hug. He’s really not sure what he ever did to deserve you or your love. “I love you too, Doll.”

“I love you more, Peter.” Your face pulls up into that usual self-satisfied and silly grin you get sometimes when you call him that nickname. It’s a recent thing. You’re calling him it more and more though, it’s becoming a natural way of referring to him. From anyone else he would hate it, hearing it between another couple would make him roll his eyes. But from you? He loves it more than you’ll ever truly know. 

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Jack spins around.

“Jack you can still go, we’ve got it covered.” Robby looks at Jack for a minute and then meets Dana’s eyes as she looks to him after taking her own look at Jack. 

“What courthouse?” Jack asks. It’s quiet, controlled and clipped and almost missable in the chaos of the ED. He’s not looking at either of them, staring past them at a wall with a chest heaving more and more by the second as his face grows paler. 

He tries to keep it together. Dana will say the name and it won’t be your courthouse and he’ll go straight to your actual courthouse, grab you, take you home and never let you leave. A perfectly reasonable reaction, he thinks.

“Jack-”

“What fucking courthouse?” It’s louder this time, almost enough to pause the chaos of the ED. 

Jack’s voice drips with what sounds like rage to most of those who hear him but is unmistakably fear to Dana and Robby. 

Neither of them have ever seen Jack like this, this scared, struggling this hard to keep it together, truly raising his voice for anything other than to quiet down an unruly patient. His eyes find Dana’s and they’re glassier than she’s ever seen them, the intensity of his gaze making it painfully clear he’s hanging on every word and the wrong ones will shatter him. 

She swallows and opens her mouth and Jack knows what she’s about to say before she even says it. And she does. The name of your courthouse. 

“I’ll triage.” He says it before Dana has even finished, the words hollow and breathless and commanding all at once. He spins and starts off to the bay doors with nothing more. He obviously knows from the report Dana gave that they won’t need triage. He just needed to get out of there and try to create an excuse to stay in the ambulance bay. He knows Robby won’t let him, that Robby and Dana already know you’re at that courthouse, could be a victim. 

Robby and Dana share another look, So you work at a courthouse. This courthouse. “Fuck,” Dana mutters, “I really hope we don’t end up meeting her today.”

Jack’s hand dives in his pocket as he strides to the ambulance bay. He already knows in his heart that there’s not going to be a text from you saying that you’re okay. He hasn’t felt his phone buzz. He never even kept his phone on him until you. 

Even though he knew he wouldn’t have any messages, waking his phone and seeing none hits him like a freight train all the same, right in the chest. It threatens to bring him to his knees, make him sick, but he can’t. He sets it all aside. If you do come out of one of the ambulances he can hear in the distance you’re going to need him at his best. But what if you’re one of the two people dead at the scene? He has to shove that out of his mind too, can’t give into the complete panic that threatens to consume him. 

Disassociate. Compartmentalize. Do the job. ABC. Assess. Stabilize. Repeat.

His fingers fly across his phone automatically, calling you having become so routine. He prefers it so much to texting, hearing your voice, communicating more directly. “Call me,” he starts, “the second you get this message. Or fucking text me,” his voice breaks, “please. Fucking please.” He hangs up and calls again, knowing he’ll get your voicemail again but trying anyway because it’s all he can do. 

He’s helpless, powerless, he can’t do anything to try and save you and that threatens to swallow him whole. 

Your voicemail recording telling people to leave a message plays again and all Jack can wonder is if this is all he’ll have left of your voice in his life. Your voice on your mailbox, maybe some voicemails you’ve left him, videos, voice memos you’ve sent. All distorted by recording, not your real voice. He can’t remember what your real voice sounds like all of the sudden. What your laugh sounds like, how you sound when you’re sleepy or in the throes of pleasure or telling him you love him. God, did he even tell you he loved you the last time he saw you, when he said goodbye? 

“I need you to call me,” he says into the phone again, pauses. “I love you.” He takes a ragged breath in and speaks through his teeth. “I love you so fucking much, so you have to be okay and you have to fucking call me.”

He sends a series of texts asking you to call him or text him or call the hospital or do anything to let him know you’re okay, asking if you are okay, asking where you are as though you’re going to respond. He already knows you’re in the back of one of those ambulances because of fucking course you are, because he’s not allowed to have anything good in his life apparently. How could he be so stupid to think differently?  

“Hey, we don’t need triage for this. The numbers are controlled.” Robby walks out to stand next to Jack in the ambulance bay. “If you want to stay you can, but you can’t wait out here to see who shows up, you have to-”

“Yeah, yeah, jump on the first patient that pulls up, I know, I got it,” he interrupts Robby. 

There’s a silence as Robby passes him a gown and ties for him before he does the same for Robby. 

“Jack, if she’s in one you cannot-”

“Like fuck I can’t.” It’s just a statement. Cool and collected and a projection of indifference. It scares Robby more than if Jack had yelled. 

“No, actually brother, you can’t. I’m telling you right now. You’re not working on her. We don’t work on family, on significant others, and you would tell me the exact same thing. It’s too risky, you’ll be too clouded.” Robby watches Jack’s jaw clench and roll as he stares out at the street. 

He wants to argue that of course he’ll be clear, he’ll be focusing on saving you, he’ll have never been so clear in his life. But part of him knows that seeing you like that on his trauma table, your blood all over the table and him and his hands might make him freeze.

“Fine.” Jack whispers. “But if she’s,” Jack has to pause and take a shuddery breath. “If she’s gone or really going and it’s inevitable you have to let me in. You have to let me try to save her. You have to let me code her, Michael.”

He can taste the rising bile in his throat just at having to talk about coding you.

The first ambulance pulls up before Robby can respond and Jack’s on it so fast Robby’s surprised Jack doesn’t get smacked in the face by the door opening. 

It’s not you. It’s someone who is very much not you and is clearly one of the iffy ones. 

Disassociate. Compartmentalize. Do the job. ABC. Assess. Stabilize. Repeat.

Jack forces himself to go emotionally numb as he listens to the paramedic rattle off vitals and history, trying so very hard to focus on this, something he can do, even if it’s not for you. By the time they hit trauma one Jack’s fine and in full swing, running it like he would any other trauma. Nobody on the team in the room with him suspects anything is amiss.  

He hates the way he can’t see the other’s who come in, that he has to stay with this patient until they’re stable and can’t go looking for you. He chastises himself for not having brought you here before or at least having you meet Dana and Robby. They don’t even know what you look like, couldn’t identify you.

“Jack!” He glances at Dana who stands at the door as he preps for the chest tube. “What’s her name?”

He yells your name at her, impassive and stoic as he reaches for the scalpel, ignoring the looks everyone throws each other at the slightest tremor in his voice.

“I’ll look for her.” Dana promises. He doesn’t respond. He can’t. He’ll fall apart. 

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The restaurant you’re at has to be the fanciest place you’ve ever been to. It’s the hottest place in the city and you have no idea how Jack snagged reservations here for dinner to finish out celebrating your one year anniversary. 

The lighting and low hum of other patrons talking to each other and glasses and silverware and plates tinkling is cinematic. You feel like the main character. But then that’s always how Jack makes you feel. 

“I got you something.” He pulls out a wrapped rectangular object. 

You click your tongue and tsk at him. “We said we’d do them at home! I didn’t bring yours!”

“I know. I have something for you at home too.” His eyes sparkle in the flickering candle light, a little smirk pulling up. “I didn’t mean for it to be a double entendre, but both are true.” You snort a laugh at him and take the gift from him. “Open it.” He’s still smiling, eyes still sparkling,  but there’s something there. He’s nervous. It makes you even more curious. 

You carefully unwrap the object until it reveals itself as a hardcover book. That same one Jack had in his hand a year ago and that you told him was bad and gave him a summary of over coffee. 

“Oh, Jack,” you say softly, eyes getting a little watery. It’s so perfect. So sweet and sentimental. The book that brought you together, that gave you each other. It’s almost like a physical representation of the foundation of your relationship in a way. 

“You have to open it,” he instructs you in a whisper.

You raise an eyebrow but do as he says. 

‘Move in with me?’ is written on the blank first page. 

You look between the page and Jack. “Is this?” You look back at the page and then up at him again. “Are you really asking…?”

He nods. “Move in with me. Or move somewhere with me, we can get our own place, it doesn’t have to be my apartment. We basically live together anyway at this point. Let’s just make it official, yeah? Wherever you want, you can decorate however you want. Just as long as it’s our place.”

You bring a hand to your mouth for a second before using your napkin to dab at the inner corners of your eyes to stop the tears from falling and look back at him. 

“You’re a romantic, Jack Abbot,” you hum all dreamily. 

“You better not tell anyone. Can’t have you ruining my street cred.” He smirks, but his expression and the way he fidgets show he’s still anxious. “So?”

You realize then you never actually answered him. Sniffling a little laugh and letting a few tears fall you give him his answer, voice thick and full of emotion. “Yeah, I think I’m willing to accept those terms. I’d love to move in with you… Peter.”

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He hears you counting to yourself before he sees you. “One, two…”

It’s not loud, just said in a normal voice, softer if anything because of how you’re panting, but Jack is so on edge and so desperate to find you he’d subconsciously been listening closely to his surroundings, military training kicking in. His head snaps to you and he doesn’t even know what to think when he sees you being rolled in on top of a gurney, performing CPR that would rival the quality of his own. 

“Why is she..?” He hears Robby question the paramedic as you roll in. 

“She was performing them just as well as we could and it was better to just scoop and run,” the paramedic explains. “She must have had one hell of an instructor.”

“Peter!” You yell, without looking up, not sure if he’s still here. You’re so used to it by now that the nickname is just what comes out of your mouth as you look for him. He’d texted you to let you know he was going in for a bit.  

Jack could sob and the entire team in the room with him can feel a crushing tension shatter. Maybe he does get a little teary just from the sheer relief. He tells himself it’s sweat in his eyes.

“Yeah Doll?” He yells back, not giving a fuck about everyone hearing him call you Doll, and you calling him Peter, knowing full well he’s going to have so much explaining to do about this entire situation, the confusion in the room palpable. 

“I’m okay!” This time he does laugh to himself. 

“Yeah I’d say so,” he mutters, smiling. He’s still anxious to see you, get his own eyes on you, feel you with his own hands. 

It’s only about thirty more seconds before his patient is stable enough and he can rip his gloves and gown off and start putting fresh gloves on as he walks into the trauma room you’d been wheeled into. Normally he’d yell out for someone to talk to him or ask what they’ve got but not this time. This time he doesn’t even care about who’s on the table, only the person who came off it. Only you. 

You’re standing to the side now, watching Robby and the rest of the team work, impassive as pink tears stream down your face from the dried blood on it. You’re just so fucking overwhelmed by everything and now that you’re not doing CPR everything that’s happened is hitting you at once. 

Jack says your name as he moves to you, needs his hands on you. 

“Are you hurt? Were you hit?” He rushes out. His voice brings you back and you look up at him with wide, terrified eyes. He goes to look you over but you latch onto him, hugging him tightly, shaking a bit. 

“I’m fine, I’m okay, I’m, I’m sorry,” you start to rattle off, fisting at his scrub top and clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping you tethered to reality. In the moment he might just be. 

He hugs you back just as hard, kisses the top of your head. He doesn’t care who sees right now, all he cares about is you. “It’s okay, you have nothing to apologize for. I’m just so fucking glad you’re okay. I thought… I thought you were…” He doesn’t have to finish, you know what he means. “I can’t fucking lose you. I love you way the fuck too much.”

You’ve been so wrapped up in each other neither of you have noticed that Robby’s patient, the one you were doing CPR on, has started to code again. “Abbot, need you here!”

You let him go, nod at him. “Go on,” you whisper, “I’ll be right here. I’m okay. I love you more.” Jack nods at you and walks over, jumping in and assisting Robby.

It’s once you’re out of Jack’s arms, away from his warm body and more grounded in reality that you notice how cold you are, how you’re swaying because he was supporting you far more than you realized, how lightheaded you are, how your abdomen and chest really fucking hurt. You chalk it up to the adrenaline wearing off and being sore from the chest compressions you just did. 

On the other side of the room an instrument tray gets knocked over, metal hitting the floor in a loud clang. It startles you, makes you jump and twist quickly to see what it was, if it was another gun, another shot. You feel something almost tearing, a sharp pain across your abdomen and lower chest, a feeling of sticky warmth against your shirt.

You sway a little, start to realize how much worse the pain is now. It’s bad enough that you can’t even make noise to express the pain. There’s no air in your lungs, you swear. You realize your lightheadedness is now much, much worse, that you’re shivering from how cold you are. Or are you just shaking? You can’t tell. It doesn’t make sense. The room isn’t even that cold. You shouldn’t be so cold. Not unless.

You pull your shirt up slowly and look down and run your hand over your skin and sure enough, there’s a bullet hole seeping blood, about half way between your nipple line and belly button, skin now covered in a dark bruise. 

You cough a little, it’s quiet. It starts feeling like there’s water in your lungs. Like you can’t get any oxygen in even though you’re in a room full of it. The metallic taste in your mouth is what manages to seep into what’s left of your consciousness next. You cough again, into your hand, and feel something wet hit your skin. Blood. 

It hits you. You’re drowning in your own blood. That’s why it feels like you can’t breathe. You’ve been shot. In a bad place, one of the worst places, Jack had told you that night. You get scared, feel your heart pounding. It feels like you’re dying. You don’t want to die, don’t want to leave Jack. You’d just finished moving into your new place together, were going to spend all weekend unpacking and painting and getting furniture where you wanted it. You were going to make your home.

Time. You were supposed to have more time together.

“Hey, Jack,” you slur softly, struggling to keep yourself standing. Luckily he hears you. Your use of his first name and the slur to your voice has him panicking again already. Time slows as he turns around to take you in, eyes going from your face and the blood coating your teeth and trickling from your mouth as you try and smile reassuringly at him, down to your torso where you’re still holding your shirt up just enough for him and everyone else in the room to see the bullet hole and bruising marring your skin. “I think, I think I’m not good, it’s not good.” Your vision tunnels so fast you can just barely see Jack’s expression of sheer abject unadulterated horror and panic as you get out your last words. “Nipples to navel… no man’s land.”

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Peter. Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter. Yes, I worked in a bookstore through college.

Part Two is up!

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Impossibly Impassioned

TerzOmega ~ Breeding Kink ~ Resurrection AU

4.9k words Post-Breeding Companion Fic/Sequel

AO3 Version

" 'Waiting for you to put a baby in me xx,' was all Terzo thought he’d have to say, accompanied by a racy photo of him pulling his pants down low to one side, just enough to expose his hip bone and happy trail, showing off his trim stomach and shapely waist. He included a pouty selfie for good measure, his bottom lip jutting out just so, waiting to be bitten. "

Terzo and Omega get up to some babymaking.

Content Warning: breeding, mpreg (cis), biting and blood mention

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Terzo was frustrated. 

He had been aiming to spread his frustration to his husband as well, but Omega’s silence on the other end of their text thread was deafening. Terzo thought for sure that his messages would drive Omega wild, would have him begging for Terzo to make up an excuse to come home early. 

“Waiting for you to put a baby in me xx,” was all Terzo thought he’d have to say, accompanied by a racy photo of him pulling his pants down low to one side, just enough to expose his hip bone and happy trail, showing off his trim stomach and shapely waist. He included a pouty selfie for good measure, his bottom lip jutting out just so, waiting to be bitten. His smug self-satisfied attitude faded after the first five minutes with no response, quickly turning into disappointment and despair. 

Ever since it became possible for them to conceive, ever since there had been hope for starting a family despite their anatomy… they had been insatiable. They tried to have every encounter end with Omega cumming in Terzo, unwilling to waste a single opportunity, a single ounce of potential. For their entire relationship, they had reluctantly accepted that they were biologically incompatible. That was until they learned that with enough work and sacrifice and black magic, they could be. Primo wasn't happy to be helping facilitate their mission with his own research and instruction, but he owed them. Now that the real work was done, the fun could begin.

Terzo was so let down by Omega ignoring him that he considered finding an excuse to stay late. Truth be told, he was a little embarrassed after having put himself out there like that. He took a risk, and it didn’t pay off; his face grew hot every time he thought about it for too long. Deciding to bite the bullet and head home on time anyway, he finished up what he was doing and made the trek back to their chambers. Hesitating for a split second, he unlocked the door, almost nervous. Breathe, he told himself. It’s just Omega. His heart was still pounding in his ears regardless.

“I’m home, amore! I missed you toda–” was all he could get out before Omega appeared seemingly out of nowhere, pinning him to the closed door with his body. Terzo’s senses immediately zeroed in on the feeling of Omega’s erection pressing into his stomach. The enticing heat of Omega’s hard length through his boxer briefs was enough to distract Terzo from the fact that Omega was nude, save for his underwear, a fact that it took his brain too long to process. All of his dusky-grey skin was on full display; Terzo wanted to touch every inch.

“Finally,” Omega murmured, licking up Terzo’s neck possessively. “I’ve been waiting for you all day, you little tease.” He growled low in Terzo’s ear before biting the lobe, his usual gentleness absent. Terzo felt the pinch of pain and yelped, the sensation going straight to his cock. 

Omega’s mouth was upon his in an instant, his tongue a welcome intruder. It took Terzo a moment to kiss back, to get into the headspace that he was in when he’d been toying with Omega from his office, but when he found it his need returned with a vengeance. His arms wrapped around Omega’s neck, deepening the kiss as Omega began to grind against him. When Omega fondled him through his pants, Terzo pulled away, unable to suppress the cocky grin that threatened to overtake his face.

“I take it you did see my texts, then?” Terzo quipped. Omega snarled lightly at him, baring his fangs. Terzo didn’t have a chance to react before he was dragged to the bedroom by his shirt collar. Omega slammed the bedroom door behind them, stripping Terzo in record time and tossing him roughly onto the bed. When Omega finally sprung free from his underwear, his impressive length rock hard and flushed, glistening with precum, Terzo’s mouth began to water.

Omega grabbed the lube from their nightstand, quickly prepping. He glared at Terzo while he stroked himself, as if daring him to protest his aggressive treatment. Terzo wouldn't dream of it. Satisfied with the job he’d done, Omega pushed Terzo flat on his back and propped his hips up on two fluffy pillows.

Terzo’s body hummed with anticipation as Omega got himself into position, claws digging into Terzo’s thighs, spreading him wide. This forceful side of Omega rarely came out to play, and Terzo found it exhilarating. Omega pushed inside, only going slow enough to ensure that he wouldn’t hurt his partner. He let out a guttural groan as he was fully seated.

“Nn... Fuck, you’re so tight… I’m gonna creampie your tight little hole,” Omega hissed through gritted teeth as he began to move. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want my cum inside you?” Terzo was already panting, having been given no time to adjust before Omega started thrusting. “You want me to put a baby in you? Isn’t that what you said?” Omega made intense eye contact, Terzo finding himself unable to look away. 

“Omega–!” was all that Terzo could manage. Omega growled, tightening his grip on Terzo's thighs.

“That’s not an answer, Terzo. Use your words like a good boy.” Omega thrust up into him hard to spur a better response. Terzo threw his head back, Omega stimulating his prostate in the most delicious way. Precum was already pooling on his stomach. He was almost embarrassed about how violently turned on he was so soon; he was positively aching, throbbing a little harder with every word that left Omega's mouth. 

“O-Omega! Please cum in me, Omega, I need it so bad, please, oh fuck… Please!” Terzo begged with a needy whine, moving his hips in time with Omega’s. He wrapped his legs around Omega’s waist, trying to draw him in deeper. Omega chuckled darkly. 

“That’s better… That’s better. My good little cumslut. You look so pretty with my cock in you...” Omega’s voice was syrupy sweet. 

Looking down, Terzo saw a bulge in his belly appear and disappear due to Omega’s massive size. He felt like he was going to pass out from arousal, having to look away. Omega rode him mercilessly until Terzo was mewling and begging incoherently beneath him.

“You were made to take this cock. Fuck, you feel so good… I’m gonna wreck you, you’re all mine.” He could tell that Omega was getting worked up by his own dirty talk, his thrusts growing more forceful. He pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in to the hilt, punishing Terzo with his body. “I’m gonna fucking breed you, Terzo. Tell me that’s what you want and I’ll do it.” Omega’s hands wandered over Terzo’s hips, his thighs, claws digging hard and leaving deep scratches that began to dew with drops of blood. Omega was marking him. Terzo shuddered.

“Sì! Oh fuck, breed me, please, I need to carry your kits…” The words came out in a rush before he could think about what he was saying. It was true. The thought of finally being impregnated by his husband after all their years together, of being full of Omega’s kits, was intoxicating. It was all he could think about, and not just when they fucked anymore. It was constantly in the back of his mind, a brutal yearning that consumed him. He needed to be Omega’s in every way possible. Satanas, he wanted to have Omega’s babies so badly. Terzo writhed beneath his lover’s ministrations, squirming and struggling for air as he throbbed hard, his body on fire with want. “Aa–! Omega, you fuck me so good…”

“I’m gonna pump you so full, you’re gonna look so beautiful, all big and round and heavy with my kits. Everyone’s going to see what a naughty little slut you are. They’re gonna know you’re mine, that I bred you.” Omega leaned down to bite Terzo’s shoulder, fangs sinking in deep and drawing blood. Terzo cried out, a hand flying to the back of Omega’s head to hold him closer. Omega drank greedily, his thrusts becoming shallow due to their position. When he finally pulled away after taking his fill, Omega gave the wound a long lick, relishing the taste. Terzo felt like he was going to combust. Omega sat back up, resuming his punishing rhythm.

“You’re such a whore for me.” Terzo saw Omega’s teeth still washed faintly red as he licked his lips to clean up any remaining mess. “My pretty little whore, always so hungry for my cock.” Terzo moaned louder with each thrust, fists balled up in the sheets. Terzo was so close, grabbing his own cock and stroking himself with abandon. Omega swatted his hand away, reaching into Terzo’s mind with his quintessence and forcibly stopping the orgasm that Terzo had been on the brink of. Terzo was on the verge of tears, whining loudly in protest. 

“Ah ah... If you want me to fill your tight little hole up with my seed, you’ve got to earn every drop. You’ve got to work for it. I know how bad you need it, I can feel it, but you’ve got to tell me yourself.” Omega flashed him a wicked grin. Terzo did cry this time as he gasped for air, tears streaming down his face. The mounting pleasure was building up, creating so much pressure inside of him with no way to release it under Omega’s control. He bit his tongue against a scream.

“Omega, please let me cum, please, fuck, I can’t fucking take it,” Terzo moaned. “I need your cum inside me, I need it more than anything. Fill me up with your kits, make me yours,” he whimpered breathlessly. He was struggling to get the words out, but he knew they were his only ticket to salvation.

“No. If you want me to put a kit in you, I need to hear you scream for it,” Omega snarled. “I want the whole fucking abbey to hear you screaming for my cock.” He reached into Terzo’s mind, amplifying his pleasure even further. A scream wrenched its way from Terzo’s throat. In the only distant corner of his mind still capable of rational thought, he idly wondered if anyone else really could hear him. He didn’t care anymore. Let them hear how mad Omega was driving him, how hard he was getting fucked.

After what felt like an agonizing eternity, Terzo was finally, finally allowed his release. His back arched so hard that his hips nearly came off of the bed, his cum spurting with such force that some of it landed on his face. He screamed again, his cries echoing off the walls of their bedroom. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, the pleasure almost painful, until finally it eased away with a pathetic whimper. Omega continued thrusting as Terzo came down, Terzo squirming as his oversensitive prostate was stimulated. 

“Cum in me, Omega, please cum in me… I need your cum so bad… Please give me a baby,” Terzo whispered. Omega lost it, shooting his hot load into Terzo with a shout of his own. Omega kept moving through his orgasm, pumping slowly even after he’d finished, wanting to fuck his seed in deeper. When he could no longer keep going, he reluctantly pulled out, collapsing between Terzo’s legs with his head on Terzo's flat stomach. He lavished it with kisses, and Terzo reached down to entwine one of their hands together.

Omega pulled his hand away after a minute to delicately run his fingers along the raised welts he’d left on Terzo’s hips and thighs in a silent apology. Terzo gazed at him tenderly, running a hand through his hair.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, mio caro. I love it when you mark me up.” Terzo meant it with every fiber of his being. Omega cracked a small smile, looking up at Terzo with eyes full of adoration. He rubbed Terzo’s belly slowly, his expression morphing into something more wistful.

“I hope it takes this time,” Omega said quietly. Terzo stroked the ghoul’s horns.

“I hope so too.” 

“You're so good to me, tesoro,” Omega whispered against Terzo’s skin. The corners of Terzo’s eyes crinkled. His smile was infectious, soon spreading to Omega. 

“I love you. You deserve nothing less,” Terzo crowed. “My beautiful ghoul.” Omega pulled him closer, nuzzling against him.

When Terzo began to yawn and rub his eyes, Omega helped him to the ensuite, running a bath for them both. Terzo knew Omega thought the water temperatures that Terzo preferred were just a step below the heat of the pit, but Omega always obliged him, bathing with him regardless. They’d always bathed and showered together for nearly the entirety of their three decades as a couple. A thought struck Terzo: he wondered if Omega had showered in the same temperature water as they always had together while Terzo was dead. He swallowed hard. Tonight was not the night to ask such a question. He banished the thought before Omega could pick up on the creeping sadness with his quintessence.

Before they got in, Omega sat Terzo on the edge of the bathtub, carefully cleaning Terzo’s bite and scratches. He kissed each one before swabbing them gently with peroxide, not wanting to subject his mate to the sting of rubbing alcohol. Terzo wouldn’t have minded if he did; it was simply a reminder of being claimed. He smiled fondly down at his husband as he took care of him so tenderly. 

When they got settled into the water, Omega insisted that they wash first so that the water wouldn’t cool before they finished bathing this time. Omega couldn’t have his little human mate getting cold, especially not now that they were trying to get pregnant. They took their time sudsing each other up, Omega scrubbing at Terzo’s hair lightly with shampoo with his claws while Terzo hummed to him. When they were both clean they relaxed together, Terzo leaning back against Omega. The ghoul couldn’t take his hands off of him, his fingers dancing over the skin of Terzo’s belly. What started as gentle kisses to Terzo’s neck quickly escalated into Omega sucking and biting, leaving blooming bruises in his wake.

Omega’s touch grew bolder and traveled lower until he was teasing his way through the v of Terzo’s hips. He teased around where Terzo wanted him, spreading his legs and caressing his inner thighs. Soon Terzo was breathing hard through his nose, leaning harder against Omega. He felt Omega’s cock twitch against his back, miraculously hard again. Terzo was getting there too, the throbbing between his legs becoming difficult to ignore.

“Again, amore mio?” Terzo laughed, trying to hide how pleased he was with this development.

“Mm, how can I resist? I’m about to make you the father of my children, what’s more attractive than that?” Omega nuzzled into the crook of his neck, luxuriating in the scent of his skin before kissing along the scar that he found there. Terzo shivered at his words, his cock jumping.

“Is that a threat?”

“No, mio amato. It’s a promise.” His hand found Terzo’s shaft, stroking leisurely along his length and teasing his tip in slow circles. Terzo groaned, letting his head fall back against Omega’s shoulder, feeling himself grow harder in Omega’s hand by the second. When Terzo began to subtly thrust, Omega stopped, withdrawing his touch. Terzo whined at the loss.

“So impatient, tesoro…” Omega murmured against Terzo’s skin. “I think we should get out now. We don’t want to waste a single drop of my cum, do we?” There was a smile evident in Omega’s voice, and Terzo shook his head emphatically. 

After they’d toweled off, Omega caught Terzo by the chin, kissing him fiercely. His other hand wandered down Terzo’s lean, muscled body, pumping him quickly. Terzo moaned into his mouth before needing to break away to catch his breath. Omega released him to cup and squeeze Terzo’s ample ass, clawed fingers kneading. Before Terzo knew what was happening, he was being lifted. He wrapped his legs around Omega, meeting his lips in a bruising kiss while he stroked along his jaw.

Omega swept their belongings off of the cluttered bathroom counter with little regard, both of them ignoring the sound of things clattering to the floor. He sat Terzo down on the edge of it, never breaking their kiss. When Omega did pull away, it was so he could trail his lips down Terzo’s body. He made a stop at Terzo’s nipples, Terzo gasping and arching at the attention being given to one of his most sensitive areas. To Terzo’s surprise, Omega dropped to his knees before him on the floor, nudging Terzo’s legs apart. He didn’t need much prompting, spreading wide for Omega. 

Terzo was treated to Omega licking his hole with the flat of his forked tongue before swirling around his rim. Terzo gasped again, the sensations catching him off guard. Omega hummed against him and Terzo groaned, the vibrations sending a shockwave of pleasure up his spine.

Omega prodded at Terzo’s mind with his quintessence, asking to be let in, to connect their minds. Terzo eagerly let him in, and Omega groaned at being able to feel his own tongue flicking against Terzo the way his lover did. When Omega began to touch himself, Terzo moaned at the sensation coursing over their bond, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. Omega was diamond-hard and dripping onto the floor, throbbing with every heartbeat. 

When Omega’s tongue slipped inside, Terzo cried out. His hands gripped Omega’s horns, pulling his soft white hair, unable to settle. He squeezed Omega’s head tightly between his thighs, squirming when Omega let out a muffled chuckle. He could feel it as Omega tasted himself inside Terzo, letting his eyes flutter closed at the surge of arousal this stirred in his ghoul. Omega directed his thoughts at him, conveying one word that nearly sent Terzo over the edge.

“ Mine.”

Omega projected some of his recurring fantasies into Terzo’s head: Terzo, lounging bare in their bed, heavy with their child as he beckons Omega forward. Lazily fucking up into Terzo while he sits in his lap with his back to Omega’s chest, his hands exploring Terzo’s swollen belly. Pounding into Terzo with his face buried in the sheets, his ass in the air to take some of the weight of his rounded middle off of his back. 

Terzo’s eyes rolled into the back of his head at the onslaught of images, his thighs clamping down harder around Omega’s ears. All he could do was think back the word “ Please ,” trying to convey how badly he wanted all of those things. Omega decided now would be the perfect time to reach up and begin stroking Terzo again, working him hard and fast while his tongue continued its assault. Omega was chasing Terzo’s pleasure more than his own, determined to break him. Soon Terzo’s chest was heaving, leaving him fighting for air.  

“Wait–” Terzo stopped him, struggling to get the words out. Omega let his hand fall away but his tongue continued. “Your cock– I need your cock inside me… Oh fuck, Omega, please fuck me–!” Terzo knew that his begging was music to Omega’s ears. He groaned as he felt the bolt of lust that shot through Omega at his words. Omega disentangled himself from Terzo’s legs, quickly rising to his feet and hurrying to their bedroom. Terzo hated to see him go, but didn’t mind the view. Omega returned within seconds with a black bottle in hand, sloppily preparing himself and getting into position. 

Omega slammed balls deep into Terzo in an instant, not giving him any time to adjust before he set a brutal rhythm. Terzo let out a moan so loud that it was nearly a yell in response to being so full, so thoroughly fucked, so suddenly. He clung onto Omega’s shoulders, fingernails digging in and dragging down Omega’s back as though he were trying to leave marks of his own. Through Omega’s quintessence, Terzo felt his own tight warmth and pressure the way that Omega did, felt the maddening desire coursing through Omega’s veins. 

“Your hole belongs to me… You… Your body, your soul … belongs to me,” Omega spat through gritted teeth, sliding his hands under Terzo’s ass and digging his claws into his cheeks. Omega’s teeth sank into Terzo’s unmarred shoulder, hard enough to draw blood again, laying further claim to him. Terzo shivered as he felt Omega’s bottomless, insatiable appetite for his lover. Omega only released him when he could feel Terzo drawing close.

“Delicious,” Omega whispered in Terzo’s ear. Terzo began to tighten around Omega, unable to fight off his release any longer. He came hard on his own stomach, dragging Omega over the edge with him through their bond. Omega’s seed spilled into Terzo, leaking out of him, Omega doing his best to fuck it in deeper. Terzo collapsed into Omega’s arms, Omega chuckling and stroking his raven hair.

When Omega reluctantly pulled out, Terzo tried to stand on shaky legs and nearly fell. Omega caught him just in time. He was gingerly picked up and carried bridal style to their bed. After carefully setting Terzo down on his usual side of the bed, Omega got a towel and cleaned both of them up. Omega made sure their phones were plugged in and settled down bedside Terzo, laying his head on Terzo’s bare chest. Terzo felt a wave of warmth and love and a possessive protectiveness for his husband wash over him. His fingers carded through Omega’s hair as they basked in the afterglow together, soaking up the feel-good hormones. 

Omega’s hand came to rest on Terzo’s stomach, like it often did these days. There was little wonder why; there was nothing in this world that either of them wanted more than to have a family together. A previously locked door they had spent decades crying in front of was now open to them, and they were racing hand in hand to see what was on the other side. Terzo pulled Omega close to his body, placing an affectionate kiss to the top of his head while his free hand rubbed up and down Omega’s back.

“What are we gonna name them, tesoro?” Omega said dreamily, almost sleepily. Terzo couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. They’d had this conversation many times over the previous months. Terzo had never once wavered in his stance, no matter how much he had been tempted to.

“You know we cannot talk about that until we are sure, mio caro,” Terzo warned him, but his tone was light. He was so close to giving in, he wanted to so badly; he just couldn't bear that much extra heartache, should their attempts fail. Omega made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a whine as he huffed.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I just get so excited… I can’t wait to meet them. I can’t wait to have a kit with you.” Omega sighed. Terzo’s heart ached, years of deep sorrow only barely masked by their newfound hope. Terzo knew Omega must be picking up on the pangs of sadness shooting through him and didn’t want it to ruin their night, but he couldn’t stop it. Omega pressed a lingering kiss to Terzo’s bare skin, projecting feelings of calm reassurance onto him. It helped, at least a little. 

“I love you so much, Terzo, you are everything to me. The only thing in any realm that matters.”

One kiss turned into two, then three, and then Omega’s mouth was roaming across the expanse of Terzo’s chest, taking his time. Omega’s breath grew heavy and hot against Terzo’s skin. When Omega’s tongue came out to give Terzo’s nipple a long lick, Terzo inhaled sharply, his body jolting. Omega kissed the overly-sensitive flesh at first, then began sucking and nipping, his tongue flicking and swirling around it. Terzo felt himself throb almost painfully as his tired body struggled to keep up with the overwhelming sensations. 

Omega sat up to reach the other nipple, giving it the same treatment while Terzo twitched and writhed. His hand found Terzo’s cock, lightly running his clawed fingers up and down his shaft. Terzo jumped.

“Ah–! A-amore, I do not think I can do it again… not tonight. I am drained. I have nothing left in me to give…” Terzo reluctantly admitted. Omega pressed himself against Terzo’s leg, already half hard.

“Mm, but I still have plenty to give you.” Omega still sounded impossibly turned on. He kissed his way up Terzo’s neck until he came to rest at his earlobe, biting. “Do you want it? I’ll give it all to you if that’s what you want. You have all of me, always.” Terzo took a long moment to think about it.

“Sì. Give me everything you have left. I want all of you…” Terzo was aching with need, unable to fight the fire raging within him. He reached over to grasp Omega’s cock, pumping him in slow strokes. Omega’s mouth latched back onto Terzo’s nipple, working him harder this time. Terzo squeaked. He released Omega to cup and stroke his balls, earning a low groan. Omega released him with a soft sound.

“Roll over for me, mio amato,” Omega murmured. Terzo knew what he wanted, moving to face away from his husband. Omega spooned up next to him, grinding against Terzo’s ass. Terzo reached to grab the bottle of lube they kept on the bedside table and passed it to him, and Omega rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek. Terzo hummed happily. 

Preparing himself quickly, Omega grabbed Terzo’s leg, slinging it over his own for easier access. Terzo sobbed as Omega slowly slipped inside, overstimulated but desperately craving more. After letting out a shuddering sigh of relief, Omega gave Terzo a moment before he began to move. He was gentle, moving in long, smooth thrusts. An arm snaked its way around Terzo, pulling his hips closer to his body, wanting to go deeper. His hand began to play with Terzo’s cock, but Terzo whimpered pitifully.

“I’m sorry, mia ombra, that is too much. I can't handle it,” Terzo said, his voice thick with remorse. Omega nuzzled against the back of Terzo’s neck as he let him go.

“Don’t apologize, mio amato, it’s ok,” he cooed, kissing the bite he’d left on Terzo’s shoulder. He moved his hand to Terzo’s lower belly, feeling the impact of his own cock. Terzo shivered, want mounting but knowing he’d be unable to finish; he was simply too sensitive. He shed a tear in frustration, deciding to close his eyes and instead revel in how good he already felt.

Omega’s hands began to map out Terzo’s body, caressing every inch of skin he could reach. When he once again got to Terzo’s nipples, he began to play with them, circling and tweaking. Terzo made a sound that was somewhere between a cry and a moan, pushing back into Omega. He’d meant it when he said he wanted all of his partner, every inch. Soon Omega’s thrusts grew faster, more frantic, panting in Terzo’s ear. Terzo started to pant along with him at being ridden so hard. When Omega came in Terzo one final time, snarling almost painfully as his claws dug hard into Terzo’s hip, Terzo didn’t cum in return. He was too worn out, and he was ok with that. He was simply happy to have satisfied his husband, to have been filled up with his seed again.

They lay there entwined together as they caught their breath, Omega still buried in Terzo’s ass, whispering praise and sweet nothings to him. Terzo had nearly fallen asleep when Omega finally decided to withdraw. Rolling over and stumbling to his feet, Omega retrieved the towel and again cleaned them up. Terzo selfishly missed his warmth, but he knew they’d be uncomfortable in the morning if he didn’t. When Omega crawled back into bed and wrapped his arms around him, Terzo turned in his hold, nuzzling his face into Omega’s soft white chest hair. They pressed their bodies together tightly, both wanting to be as close as possible.

“Omega?” Terzo asked quietly.

“Yeah?” Omega’s voice was soft in answer. His claws drew unseen patterns on Terzo’s back that almost tickled.

“Do you really think it’ll work?” There was sadness in Terzo’s voice that he couldn’t hide. Omega squeezed him tighter.

“Yes, mia luce. Yes. I know it will, I feel it in my heart. We are destined to have a family. We have fought so hard to get here, defied so many impossible odds. Our fates are intertwined. You are my miracle, and we will get another.” Omega’s tone was gentle but firm, leaving no room for argument. Terzo teared up, nodding as Omega’s words sank in. He felt safe and warm, full of love for the ghoul holding him. Full of love for their potential family, a love that he was still learning not to be afraid of.

He drifted off in Omega’s embrace to blissful dreams of a coveted future, flooded with images of a beautiful little girl who looked just like his husband. He hoped to meet her someday.

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Title: I'm so in love with you. Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader WC: ~3.7K Content Warnings: SMUT (Unprotected, Simon is a biiiit of a bottom, Simon likes being bit) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, feels, Reader gets injured, angst but it does have a good/happy ending. I know I just posted a Simon Riley fic, but the brain rot DO be brain rotting. My current hyperfixation. I have lots of other stories half-written or fleshed out for all the characters I write for, and I am getting to them, I promise!!

Wonderfully beta'd by the ever amazing @universitypenguin - if you have not read anything Alice has posted, please do so! The Princess and The Lawyer is AMAZING!!

Requests are open, feel free to submit, and to those who already have, I promise I am working on them!!

It was moments like these that you genuinely dreaded, sometimes wishing that you had chosen something different. Everyone, even now, always questioned why this was the career chosen. You had never been able to fully answer, always giving a vague, ‘I’m in it for the same reasons everyone else is.’ Never truly knew why, what pulled you here. 

The satisfaction when you had won was unlike any other, but so were the nightmares. The constant replay of the field, the battles, the close calls that could have ended up much worse. It was never about you, no, rather your teammates. The close calls they faced, that were your fault. If you had been a few seconds quicker, or had just slowed down and aimed properly, you could’ve avoided these moments.

That’s where you currently found yourself, in a meeting with Captain Price, and Lieutenant Riley. Both very terrifying men. At least, Price was trying to make it easier on you, giving soft smiles, and ‘Ghost, relax. Everyone makes mistakes.’ 

A bite of ‘doesn’t matter, they should be able to conduct themselves properly.’ Was fired back. It was no secret the Lieutenant had a distaste for you. Maybe because you were ‘reckless’ as he had described you multiple times. Perhaps it was because at the end of the day he ended up having to save you more than once. Soap had attempted to calm your nerves one day, explaining ‘he gets like this with everyone. ‘S not just you.’ 

You saw the way he acted upon passing. With other soldiers, it was a very slight almost imperceptible nod of his head, but for you the ever-present scowl on his face seemed to deepen. No matter what you had tried, you could never get that recognition that you so desperately wanted. 

“Captain,” you said, gaining his attention, “W-While I appreciate the help, he’s not wrong. I-I don’t agree with the way he’s making his points, but I should’ve been paying more attention. Gaz could’ve been seriously hurt i—“ 

“He could’ve been killed! Because of you!” Ghost’s voice boomed across the Captain’s office. You jumped in your seat.

“You’re absolutely right,” you said looking at Ghost, “and I am sorry.” 

He grunted in response, before stalking out of the room.

“Ignore him, he’s stressed out over the next mission.”

You shook your head, “He’s right. Gaz could’ve died because of my mistake.” The guilt sat stationary in your chest. 

Price offered a sympathetic smile, “Ghost’s has also had some close calls. That is very similar to the potential today. We all have had some pretty close calls. Don’t let him get in your head.” 

You nodded, and rose from the chair on a shaky breath, “thank you.” 

Price nodded, “You’re welcome. There’s a debriefing in an hour.” He reminded. 

You nodded and walked out to get ready for the meeting. 

Three hours later you had found yourself in the middle of the battlefield. According to Price, it should’ve been an ‘easy’ mission. Gather the intel and get out, you hadn’t planned for the ambush. You had been almost positive you were safe, hidden behind a barrel, Ghost beside you. That was until you caught sight of the enemy behind you. 

You caught them raising their gun, aiming for the lieutenant. Soap screamed for him, you pushed him clean out of the way before hearing two gunshots ring out. One of which had pierced the enemy, knocking him down instantly. The other lodged itself into your thigh. You didn’t quite register the shot at first. Not until Soap was by your side. 

“Just go. Scan the perimeter, make sure there’s no more, make sure Gaz has the intel.” You spoke before he even had a chance to say anything to you. Soap ran off, you sat yourself down, still hiding behind the barrel. Your hand weakly pressing against the wound in your thigh. 

You leaned your head back against the barrel, closing your eyes as your hand was replaced by Ghost’s gloved appendage. You whined as he put more pressure than you had been. “I know, I know. Stay with me.” 

You giggled softly, “ironic, isn’t it?” Your head rolled to the side. “This time it wasn’t you saving me.” 

You watched Ghost’s eyes pass between your face and your leg repeatedly. His voice became distorted as he spoke into the walkie on his shoulder, more than likely explaining the situation to Price, and Gaz. Your eyelids grew heavy, so you opted to keep them closed. 

You could hear the concern in Ghost’s voice, but you could no longer hear the words. Could still feel the gloved hand pushing at your skin, but no longer the pain. You slowly allowed yourself to fall into the unconsciousness pulling at you. 

You came to, to the sounds of beeping and hushed voices. Confused, you opened your eyes, “Jesus.” You squinted, looking around. You found Price, and Ghost by your bedside. 

“Hey. How do you feel?” Price spoke, keeping his voice soft. 

“What happened?” Your voice came out weak. Ghost handed you a small paper cup with a straw. Noting he didn’t have the gloves on anymore. 

“Drink this. Small Sips. ” He spoke. You took it, taking a small sip as he instructed.

“You were shot.” Price spoke up again, and everything came back to you, “You were lucky. The bullet missed the femoral artery. Small fracture, you’re off for the next 8 to 12 weeks.” 

“8 to 12 weeks?” Your eyes widened, “No, Price there has to be a mistake! Surely it won’t take that long!” You handed the cup back to Ghost.

“That’s what the doctor has said, and that’s what we’re going by.” Price told you before his phone went off, and he walked out to take the call. 

You groaned, throwing your head back into the pillows. Ghost chuckled before handing you the cup again, “I bet you’re really regretting taking that bullet for me now huh?” 

You looked over at him, “not at all,” you smiled, “but I have to ask, where’d the gloves go?” 

You heard, more than saw, the audible gulp he took. “Had to take them off.” 

You nodded like you understood the implication of what he was saying. Which you did. You remembered him pressing his hands down against the wound trying to get the blood to clot. Saw how your blood stained the white part of the skeleton fabric. 

When you looked back up at him, you could see the fear. For once you saw your strong-willed, cold-hearted lieutenant, genuinely scared. For you. Like he was reliving what happened. Like he couldn’t believe you were still here. 

The word lucky rattled around in your brain. Echoing Price’s infliction. You were incredibly lucky, though you weren’t sure you’d admit it out loud. Something had shifted. You weren’t able to pinpoint exactly what, but something in the air of your hospital room felt different.

The aftermath of a mission always did funky things to you. Things you could never fully understand. Adding to that, the fact that you had been out of commission for the last 10 weeks. You had been a little rusty. Which was how you found yourself being dragged out to Ghost’s office. You were sure that he was mad, that he was going to berate you when he called you to his office. However, he led you past his office, and into his personal quarters. “You’re always such a problem.” He said as he closed the door behind you. 

“I didn’t see it!” You watched him. 

“I’m not saying anything.” He defended. 

“You are! You’re saying that I’m a problem.” 

“Because you are. I consistently am having to step in and save your ass because you’re so reckless.” 

“You can’t seriously sit there and get caught up in the few times you’ve saved me! Are you serious?! This is a fucking joke. You’re a fucking joke.” Your voice raised, anger shooting through your body. 

Ghost glared at you. “I’M the joke?! You must really think highly of yourself!” 

“Highl— What?! This is. No. No! I’m leaving. I will not allow you to sit here and treat me like this.” You stomped towards the door. You didn’t make it very far, before Ghost’s hand wrapped around your upper arm. 

“Do you care so little for your own life?” He spun you around to face him.

”What?” 

“Honestly, you’re reckless on the field, you almost stepped on a damn landmine today!! You took a bullet for me!” 

“I told you, I didn’t see it! I’m not reckless, and who knows what would have happened if I had let the bullet hit you! You could’ve died! I wasn’t willing to watch anything happen to you, when I could’ve helped!” 

“Why?!” 

“Because I care about you! Because the thought of you not being here hurts me more than I want to admit! Because the thought of not hearing your fucking voice every day, scares me!” You shouted, feeling the tears come to the surface of your eyes, but you refused to cry in front of him. 

The shock of your words had Ghost releasing his grip on you, if only slightly. You shook your head. “Forget it.” you sniffled and opened the door walking further down the hallway. Ghost snapped to his senses, and called you, but you were out of his sight. 

You had asked Price for some extra time. “A few more weeks, I want to make sure that I’m ready to be on the field again.” Was what you had told him, when in reality, you wanted to prolong your solitude. You hadn’t spoken to Ghost since your outburst, but he seemed content in letting it happen. Leaving you alone. 

Sure, you had run into each other a few times, damn near impossible not to, but never spoken to each other. In the time that you hadn’t been on missions, you spent it in your room reading, or in the gym trying to strengthen yourself. 

The boys had come back from another successful mission, elated but bruised. You smiled and hugged each of them with the exception of Ghost. You merely nodded at him, he stood stoic as ever. 

Soap threw his arm around you before leading you inside, with everyone following, “You’ll have to come with us on the next one. It’ll be just like old times!” He sang. 

You giggled, “yeah, maybe. We’ll see how I’m feeling.” 

“Well, at least come out to drink with us tonight! We’re heading to Bar Code.” Soap shook your shoulders lightly. He was always in a good mood after a successful mission. 

You nodded, “Sure.” 

That was how you found yourself in civilian clothing, sitting across from Price. Just shooting the shit with the boys reminded you of old times, better times. Price called your name, “you’ve been training. A lot harder than we’ve seen you before.” 

You smiled, knowing it was a compliment of the highest form, “Thank you, sir. I just want to make sure that I’m ready to be back in the field.” 

“So, I can count on you for the next one then?” 

Your smile widened, as you nodded, and Soap and Gaz whooped and cheered. “Well!” Gaz was the one to throw his arm around you this time, “I say that’s cause for celebrations! I’ll go get more drinks.” 

He moved to stand, but you put your hand on top of his on your shoulder, “let me.” You giggled as he withdrew and stood, walking over to the bar. 

Ordering what you knew everyone liked, you leant against the bar as you waited for the drinks. A slimy looking man slid next to you, “what’s a pretty little thing like you doing here all by yourself?” He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. 

“Oh,” you said quietly, moving away slightly, “I’m not alone. Here with some friends.” Of course Ghost had caught sight of him before he got close to you. 

The man followed you, before a hand reached out to grip your waist, pulling you closer. You leaned away. “C’mon. Don’t be like that. I bet they won’t even notice if you’re gone.” You could smell the alcohol on him before he even opened his mouth. 

You kept pushing at his chest, getting more alarmed by the moment, “I-I’m flattered, but not interested,” you looked around for someone, anyone to help you, but found no one. “I really should get back to my friends.” 

In an instant, Ghost was by your side. Unwrapping the stranger's hand from you before pulling you behind him. “You okay?” He looked over his shoulder at you. 

You nodded, and walked to the table silently. From what you saw the unknown man backed down pretty quickly, given Ghost was still in his tac gear, minus the vest. 

Ghost had come back with the drinks and set them down. Not another word was said between you and him for the rest of the night. 

Getting back to the base, everyone went their separate ways. Everyone except Ghost who pulled you with him into an empty barracks room. It was a standard room, with a bed in the back corner, small desk and lamp on the right side, and an armoire on the left.   “Ghost.. What do–” 

“Simon.” He cut you off. 

You tilted your head, confused. “Call me Simon. Please.” 

“Okay… Simon. Is there something you need?” 

His eyes fluttered shut as you said his name. “I think a conversation is needed.” 

“Conversation about what?” You crossed your arms over your chest. 

“What did you mean?” His eyes opened, solely focusing on your face, your reaction to him. “You said you care about me. But there’s so many things that could mean.” 

You took a deep breath in, and dropped your arms. “I’m exhausted. We can talk about this later.” You turned for the door. 

Simon muttered your name, “You and I both know if you walk out of here, this conversation won’t ever happen.” His voice stopped you from moving any further. “Please.” His voice softened to a whisper. 

“You’re a big boy, Simon. I’m sure you can figure it out. Given the context.” 

“I want to hear you say it.” 

“Why? So you can embarrass me some more? To make me relive that specific part of the conversation for days? I already have. I shouldn’t have said anything, it was vastly inappropriate.” 

Simon shook his head, stepping closer to you. “Tell me. Please.” 

A shiver flew down your spine. “You make it sound so easy. It won’t fix anything.” 

Simon stayed quiet behind you. He was close enough at this point to feel the body heat he gave off. You sighed, defeated. “I care about you.” You whisper. 

“And what does that mean?” Simon whispered back. 

You closed your eyes, staying quiet. This time when he said your name, he coated it in adoration, in awe. Pressing his body even closer, you caved. 

“I’m into you.” You felt his forehead come to rest on your shoulder. 

“Again.” He commanded, softly as his arm wrapped around your waist. 

You smiled, biting your lip, “I like you.” 

Simon pulled you back so you were fully flush against him. “Again.” 

“I have feelings for you.” 

His grip tightened, hand moving to your hip as he spun you to face him. “Once more.” He watched you. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, “I am so in love with you it hurts sometimes.” 

“Yeah?” He breathed, and you nodded as his face drew closer. 

“Yeah” you whispered moments before he pushed his mask up just past his nose, and kissed you. 

Fuck, he was good. He knew how to hook you in, one hand resting on the hinge of your jaw, and the other on your waist. Pulling you in, while simultaneously keeping you where he wanted you.

You couldn’t resist kissing back, placing your hands firmly on his chest. You could feel the low rumble he let out. Pulling away for a second, Simon dragged his thumb down the center of your lips. Your breathing was rapid, your mind felt like it was in the clouds. 

Without thinking, you leaned back in to capture his lips this time. His hands drifted down your body, before tapping the backs of your thighs. You shook your head only slightly to still keep your lips attached to his. 

He grunted into your mouth, before crouching slightly, and lifting you into his arms. You gasped before breaking apart, “Simon, put me down.” 

You saw his lips pull up into a smirk, “gladly” you watched his mouth form the word. He walked over, tightening his grip only moments before dropping you against the mattress. 

You squealed softly, before this mountain of a man was sprawled out on top of you, reattaching his lips to any skin he could find. Kissing down your face, to your neck. Hands pawing at your body, lifting your shirt to caress your skin. You whined, before sitting up only enough to pull your shirt off. 

“Atta girl.” Simon praised before reattaching his mouth to yours. His hands roaming your body, gently groping along his way as he finds the buttons on your jeans and slides them along with your panties off in one motion. 

You truly don’t know what came over you, the need to have Simon under you, succumbing to whatever you wanted, was overwhelming. 

So that was exactly what you decided to do, as you heaved your body so you had him pinned beneath you. The surprise of it alone had him pulling away from you. Hands coming to rest on your thighs. 

You made a show of removing your bra, the accompanying groan from him as you removed the last article of clothing was satisfying. You carefully slid down his body, removing articles of clothing as you went, until he was completely naked, and completely at your mercy. You looked down at him, your lip between your teeth. 

“Not so big and bad now are you?” You spoke softly, lining Simon’s leaking cock with your entrance, not able to stand another moment of the teasing.

“Don’t be a fucking tease, baby.” Simon gritted out. 

“Me? Never” You spoke, sliding him inside until you were flush with his hips. Gasping, as he gently bucked up into you. 

The grunt Simon let out had you clenching around him. His hands clasped around your hips, expletives being whispered into the air around you two. 

You brought yourself up just enough for him to slide out enough, before dropping yourself back down. “Fuck, yes. Just like that.” Simon whined. 

The sound alone had you falling forward, hands coming up to catch yourself on his chest. You let out a moan, as his hands roamed your body. “C’mon. Need me to take the lead?” He teased. 

You bit your lip as you straightened yourself out, and started bouncing on his cock. Simon’s head rolled back further into the pillow. Small chants of yes left his mouth. You glanced down at him, completely at your mercy, and you let out a borderline pornographic moan. 

Simon’s neck had been on full display, the veins distended, almost inviting. He was clenching his teeth, so as to keep all those little sounds in. Eventually, the intrusive thought won and you leant forward. Lips and teeth sucking a bright red hickey into his neck. “Oh, Fuck.” Simon mewled. 

Laving your tongue over the new mark, you felt a swell of pride. “Can’t take it?” You whispered into his ear, gently biting down on his earlobe. Simon let out a high pitched whine. “Who knew Simon Riley liked being bitten huh?” 

His hands settled back on your hips, “please” he grunted. 

You cooed, straightening and planting your hands on his chest once again, as you worked yourself against his cock. “Awwww. D’you wanna cum?” 

Increasing your speed, you could feel the stutter in his breath under your hands. One of his hands running up your back, to cup the back of your neck, pulling you down. 

Capturing your lips, he kissed any and all smart comments, and thoughts out of your head. Simon pulled away from you enough to let out a long, drawn out moan, as your hips stuttered, and you felt the warmth of his cum flooding you. 

You gasped, not expecting it so quickly. The pure, unadulterated power you felt in this moment was enormous. You just made big, bad, cold-hearted Simon Riley cum before you. 

Simon’s hands fell to your thighs, gently running his fingers over where the bullet had entered, “shit.” breathing labored, unable to think. 

You looked down at him, breathing picking up, eyes wide. “One more.” You surprised even yourself. “Give me one more. Si, just one more.” You spoke, grinding your hips against his. 

He grunted your name, “I can’t.” 

“Yes, yes you can. Gimme one more. You’re such a good boy, Si. You can gimme one more, yeah?” You whined, resuming bouncing on his cock once more. 

Simon whimpered, “Please.” 

“Yeah, there it is. Look at you. Letting me use you like this. Fuck. So good for me, yeah?” 

You watched Simon’s eyes roll back in his head, mouth open just slightly, allowing all the little noises loose. The little moans, hiccups, and half whines. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t getting to you. 

“You’re so hot like this. Can’t shut you up, can I?” You spoke, hips faltering. 

Soft chants of please left Simon’s pretty pink lips, head rolling from side to side. He was a sight. “Gonna cum again for me, Si?” You taunted him. 

Simon hiccuped, and nodded furiously. His entire body tensed, letting out an absolute wrecked moan, you once again felt the warmth of his seed, which only triggered your own orgasm this time. 

Head thrown back, grinding your hips before slowing to a complete stop. Slowly you lifted yourself on your knees and climbed off him. Simon chuckled as you collapsed beside him. 

“That definitely was not expected.” You wheezed out, attempting to catch your breath. 

“What part?” Simon smirked, pulling his mask back down. 

“All of it.” You yawned, and curled into his side. 

“We can dissect it in the morning, get some rest.” Simon ran his hand along your back gently, and you fell asleep in no time.

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Temples my fingers

I am beginning. To have an idea. For another potential Twisted Glisten fic maybe. Of smth with the Toon Handlers coming back to Gardenview (I'd imagine led by Devan, Shanon, and Sam). And like. Finding Twisted Glisten. Dude I do not think the humans would be leaving him behind honestlyyy. Like the Toons don't know what to do with him but the humans don't want to just leave the only sentient Twisted toon that's clearly in a lot of pain and fear down there so maybe they're doing a run with some Toons, and then when they come back one of them is holding the guy in their arms and the other Toons are like 'YOU BROUGHT HIM UP HERE???' while the Handlers are just saying 'YOU'RE LEAVING YOUR FRIEND DOWN THERE??'

I'd imagine it's probably Shanon or Sam who's the one who brings him back, too, likely their first encounter with him and they're like '..... yeah no you're not staying down here' and they just pick him up / lead him to the elevator and firmly tell the Toons they're taking him back up. Shanon because she just seems like the sweetest person ever and it would probably already be crushing her to see all these innocent Toons so Twisted and hurt down there and having to leave them behind, but then it would be even more awful to leave the only one who has sentience and who she knows is so so scared of being alone and is clearly in agony behind. Sam because weren't they like, the security / in charge of some security of the place? I'd imagine even after the Handlers having to leave Sam still retained that innate urge to keep the others safe that immediately takes charge when they return, and seeing this one clearly hurt and in pain just kills them a bit to leave someone behind who needs help.

Idk I just think there should be more content of the Handlers returning to Gardenview lol

Alsooooo started thinking of it with Concept Twisted Glisten too because I am brainrotted. I'd wonder if the Handlers would fall for any of his tricks, or if he'd even know how to trick them in the first place. What if like his brain seized up seeing one of the Handlers and he was just. Frozen. Not knowing what to do. Because how is a *human* back here. One that's clearly a lot taller and stronger than him and not as naive as the Toons. He's probably fascinating to them, seeing as he's the only Twisted who can talk and has his intelligence, even if he's more sadistic. I wonder if they'd still bring him back, knowing they have to keep him in check but still thinking he can be saved. I wonder if he'd try to trick them into thinking he's nice just so they trust him a bit more and he can learn what makes them tick to get an advantage over them faster know how to take them down easiest. Ouguhhhh god I love this idea

[choking-on-ice]

Ok, so I've seen the latest episode. Not willing to spoiler it if you haven't seen it yet, but I do want to know your thoughts if you did see it. Currently working on ideas with it. Mostly involving Lex.

Spoilers for S2E9 of MAwS

- I was so happy to see Lex outside for the first time in the show, good for him

- I've been secretly praying for more Steve + Jimmy content and I absolutely SCREAMED

- Steve implying that his wolf mural represents him and Jimmy made my day

- Steve giving Kara such a solid casual af pep talk was perfect to me

- I feel like this ep is a great potential to have Lex's "turning point" in a fic or something. Like seeing everything go wrong and Lex helping spring Jimmy bc he realizes he fucked up, or just straight up jumping ship on Wallace when Jimmy gets arrested

- I'm hoping Jimmy's phone still live streaming Wallace wasn't just a throw-away plot device, bc so many people would have seen that and I'd like to see her pulled into the spotlight

- Jimmy attempted to use kryptonite against Brainiac-Clark in the previous ep, I could picture a lil team-up scene as he explains to Lex why it won't work

- Jimmy yet again displaying the emotional availability and communication skills that like 90% of the cast woefully lack (no shade, love them stubborn shits)

- Super Lois was dope, and the world would absolutely not be safe if she got to keep all that power lmao

- something about this episode activated my lil gremlin brain that wants to see my faves all angsty and sad:

- Lex thinking Jimmy's gonna die and it will be all his fault and how he'll never be able to face Kara.

- Jimmy thinking his failed plans led Kara and his friends to their doom and believing one of his biggest failures was never reaching Lex and pulling him out of Wallace's clutches.

- Kara finally has something to fight for only to fail at the hands of both her Father and Lex's robots, all while her fragile Jimmy is left to watch her defeat from the sidelines

- the Daily Planet showing up to save them made me so happy, these goofy journalists are more helpful than literally any cop or government official

[pers3phone399]

Fanfics That Altered My Brain Chemistry (In No Particular Order)

(Last Updated Feb. 1, 2025)

these will mostly be multi-chapter fics from ao3 bc if I included one-shots this would be too long and my quotev and wattpad libraries exist from a dark pre-ao3 period in my life and therefore are lawless lands better kept between me and god

note: these will primarily be oc x canon or x reader bc it is my preferred genre of fanfiction so if that’s not your vibe then this may not be for you

i tried to give proper credit to the authors as best i could but not all of them had socials i could find so please let me know if there's anyone i miss!

also make sure you read the tags of these stories as there are definitely some potentially triggering topics in some of them. i'll try and cover some important ones in this list but i may miss a few

DC/Justice League/Batfam

"Answer. That you are here-" by SecurityNotebook - Jason Todd x OFC

Rating: Teen and Up

Status: Complete (67 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: Halcyon Myles can see spirits and she doesn't realize until an amnesiac “ghost” saves her life. She is then forced to (begrudgingly) help him and all the other ghosts she comes across, accidentally stumbling across mystery and conspiracy and making friends in the process.

POTENTIAL TW: suicidal thoughts and self harmful behaviors (in the very first chapter especially), familial neglect and emotional manipulation, mental health issues, death and dying, hospitals, traumatic events and the recovery that follows

Personal Thoughts: This was my first ever batfam fic and it honestly ruined the rest of them for me. Hal is such a cool character and I'm always a sucker for ghost powers but the way the author writes them out and expands upon Hal's were really fun to see and experience. Romance is not exactly at the forefront of the story but her and Jason are still super adorable. I don't know a ton of the DC lore so I cannot speak to canonical accuracy but this is a very fun read and a nice mix of fluff, humor, and angst that I'm sure plenty of people will enjoy.

The Sandman

today i bury you in me. by thedarklings - Dream of the Endless x Titled!Reader

Rating: Teen and Up

Status: Complete (11 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: A cursed mortal reader, forced to wander the realms endlessly forever, falls into The Dreaming and develops an unlikely friendship with the Dream Lord himself. Their relationship told in vignettes over the span of centuries.

POTENTIAL TW: violence against the reader (some believe they are a witch and there are violent acts that stem from that in a chapter or two and are mentioned at times in others), depictions of blood and wounds, talk of difficulty sleeping, loneliness and isolation, ANGST

Personal Thoughts: The descriptions of this story are some of the most beautiful I've ever read. Despite being on the shorter side tibyim is a gorgeous piece with so much emotional depth and vibrant storytelling. Their reader character, only ever called by the title "Wanderer," develops such an interesting relationship with Dream and it is always so beautiful to read about over and over again. Reader does tend to be referenced as she and her as far as I can remember, so I hope that doesn't turn people off too much. The author also has some bonus content on their tumblr @the-darklings that I def recommend checking out if you enjoy the main story.

Jujutsu Kaisen

Until Gojo Satoru by NoBirdWithintheCage - Gojo Satoru x OFC

Rating: M

Status: Ongoing (Currently 145 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: Yuina Ema comes from a family of sorcerers who live outside of jujutsu society, until she is discovered by Gojo Satoru after murdering a few people and is forced to abandon her family and entire life lest she be labeled a curse user like the rest of them.

POTENTIAL TW: abandonment, death and grieving, gore, sexual content, complicated familial bonds, old fashioned traditions, sexism and misogyny, future fertility issues and feelings surrounding that, JJK typical violence

Personal Thoughts: This fic actually got me through the last few months of my senior year of college no joke. Ema is cool and cute but also weird and eldritch horror level terrifying. There's a lot more depth involved in terms of character exploration and world building and watching that through the lens of someone who knew about sorcery and was forced into playing the game against her will is such an interesting experience. So far the story exists in 3 parts and has only just sort of finished the events of JJK 0 but the pre-canon story lines are so interesting I promise you won't even care.

Two Halves; Hitotsu Marugoto by monowriter - Gojo Satoru x OFC

Rating: Explicit

Status: Ongoing (Currently 44 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: Juniper Smalls lands in Japan for the first time and proceeds to have a REALLY bad day. And it just continuously gets worse.

POTENTIAL TW: death and dying, gore, parental death, adoption, reincarnation bullshit, kidnapping, fairly graphic body horror mentions/descriptions

Personal Thoughts: Juniper is fucking hilarious and watching her take a no bullshit approach to Gojo's literal everything is wonderful in a way i didn't know i needed. Very OC lore heavy but it is integrated into the plot in a way that feels so natural. Learning about it at the same pace as Juniper really helps build intrigue and suspense and offers such a unique take on jujutsu society. honestly just a super great read all around. But just to keep people aware there is a bit of an age gap (Juniper is 22 and Gojo is 28 and it starts a bit after the prison episode in season 1).

Criminal Minds

Something Like a Star by recollins - Spencer Reid x OFC

Rating: M

Status: Ongoing (39 Chapters, but has not been updated since 2021)

Abridged Synopsis: College student Aria DiMaggio gets a once in a lifetime offer to intern at the BAU from the legend himself, Jason Gideon. But her first day on the job comes crashing down when she's fired not even an hour after arriving at Quantico bc Gideon hired her behind Strauss' back.

POTENTIAL TW: domestic violence and abuse, mentions of drug abuse and addiction, stalking, emotional manipulation and abuse from family members, death of a sibling, CM typical violence, be sure to read the tags and beginning notes as they do mention triggers as well

Personal Thoughts: Pretty sure this is the first fic I ever read on ao3. I was in a big CM resurgence and really liked Aria's characterization. The author pulled from their own personal experiences and the story was actually a personal project for them to work through their own stuff (which they do mention in more detail in the foreword of the fic). Aria is so sweet and her personality meshed really well with the team, especially with Spencer (WINK WONK) and I found their relationship development so enjoyable to read. WARNING: the last updated chapter ends on a not so fun angsty cliffhanger, and has not been updated since (baby please come home the kids miss you) you have been warned.

Naruto

Symphonies by JJGrace42 - Kakashi Hatake x OFC

Rating: M

Status: Ongoing (Currently 45 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: A time travel fix-it fic following Kiyoko Uchiha, a girl desperate to save everyone she loves from certain death.

POTENTIAL TW: death and dying, violence, child soldiers, time travel/reincarnation related trauma, Naruto typical violence

Personal Thoughts: I really love this story bc I feel like it's different from a lot of time travel fix-its. From the very first chapter we don't know a single thing about Kiyoko or her past bc it's not even from her POV until like chapter 3. And the non-linear aspect does a good job balancing Kiyoko's intentions with her new reality and showing why she's so desperate for that change. Also the Uchiha clan is so crazy strong and I always forget. Basically two awkward child prodigies trying their best to fumble through peer interaction. Find the author here on tumblr @jjgrace42!

The Year That Changed Everything by BlueGreenPurple - Kakashi Hatake x OFC (romance isn't the main focus at the moment but it IS there)

Rating: M

Status: Ongoing (Currently 30 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: A group of women are discovered beneath an abandoned building in Konohagakure several years after the Nine Tails attack, each in varying states of pregnancy. The fallout of this is astronomical in more ways than one

POTENTIAL TW: kidnapping, child death, child abuse, torture, birth related trauma, forced pregnancy, teen pregnancy, violence against women and children, Naruto typical violence

Personal Thoughts: This story is absolutely bat shit insane, fuck Shimura Danzo me and the homies hate Shimura Danzo. Very slow building but not in a way that drags the story down and although it follows a large group of OC's they are all very interesting and have pretty distinct personalities. It's not a traditional Naruto OC story but it is definitely intriguing and goes fairly into clan politics in a way that not many people might think about. The author doesn't have a tumblr but their twitter and discord is in their ao3 bio.

Great Ninja's Don't Make Great Parents by YuuTama - Kakashi Hatake x OFC

Rating: Teen and Up

Status: Ongoing (Currently 46 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: Hinode Uchiha is too tired for all of the baggage she has to deal with, but at least she's not dealing with it alone.

POTENTIAL TW: death and dying, parental death, child soldiers, blood and injuries, descriptions of blood and injuries, mentions of suicide, minor jutsu inflicted self injury but not in an intentional way, older sister/eldest daughter related trauma, Naruto typical violence

Personal Thoughts: A really cool take on the Uchiha clans curse of hatred on a more personal level and how the main character Hinode tries to deal with the legacy of an entire clan on her back while simultaneously adopting every single junior ninja in Konoha. Hinode also gets a little kid crush on Sakumo and it's a little bit funny considering the fact that Kakashi gets such an obvious crush on her later on. But I’m not gonna complain get that bag girl she's got a type and she sticks to it.

EDIT: ladies we literally just got into shippuden and i need someone to sedate me <3

Mana by Eiruwei - Shisui Uchiha x OFC

Rating: Teen and Up

Status: Complete (53 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: Reborn as a sickly Uchiha girl, Mana is forced to navigate the politics and customs of not only her clan but of her entire society. But dammit if she isn't gonna be the best housewife the clan has ever seen.

POTENTIAL TW: suicidal ideations, mental health issues, chronic health issues, death and dying, Naruto typical violence

Personal Thoughts: Naruto but make your civilian OC the perfect housewife. Another really interesting take on the Uchiha clan and the politics within wrapped in a really nice fix-it fic. Shisui is so adorable and his relationship with Mana is so naturally developing and very sweet to see. One minor hang up is that TECHNICALLY her and Shisui are cousins (her mother was adopted into Shisui's father's family and she married an Uchiha man) and I know that marriage within the clan is more normalized bc of their dojutsu and it's not super talked about but I wanted to at least mention it.

Attack on Titan

your friend's boyfriend's best friend by reinerispretty - Reiner Braun x Reader

Rating: M

Status: Ongoing (Currently 24 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: After breaking up with your long term boyfriend, Jean Kirstein, you need to find a new place to live and fast. Enter your friend and old college roommate, Annie, whose boyfriend Bertholdt has a best friend currently seeking a roommate. Too bad she didn't tell you your new roommate was hot.

POTENTIAL TW: post break up weirdness, mentions of divorce, mentions of parental death and illness, reader has an emotionally abusive mother, mentions of complicated family dynamics

Personal Thoughts: AOT but make it a modern day shoujo manga. Guys they were LITERALLY roommates and THEY ARE SO CUTE! I am an avid lover of the "friends-to-lovers" trope and reader and Reiner have a very seamless relationship that builds naturally upon really weird circumstances. Also reader has a cat named Toast and he's the best animal companion a shoujo protagonist can ask for. Find the author here on tumblr @reinerispretty!

Percolate by heichoe - Levi Ackerman x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (15 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: University coffee shop au! Reader is an overworked college barista and Levi is that regular with the really complex coffee order who slowly but surely becomes the bane of your existence. So obviously you end up super fucking into him.

POTENTIAL TW: none that are super overt, miscommunication? mentions of parental illness and family struggles? There is also smut so be aware.

Personal Thoughts: (Sort of) enemies-to-friends with benefits-to-lovers. (Minor spoiler) there's a chapter from Levi's POV and I think it actually fundamentally changed me as a person. When I read this for the first time I read it again IMMEDIATELY afterwards and am probably gonna read it again after I finish this list. This is just a really fun and light read that kinda gives late 90s/early 2000s rom com vibes in the best way possible. Be warned: reader and Levi have a bit of an age gap as well (it’s never specified but reader is a first year in undergrad and Levi is a grad student I believe making him like 22/23? But I don’t think it’s ever fully specified and if it is I missed it lol).

Resident Evil

props & mayhem by halfmoonmp3 - Leon Kennedy x Reader

Rating: no rating

Status: Ongoing (Currently 13 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: You are a secretary at the DSO and Leon Kennedy scares the shit out of you...and he thinks it's absolutely hilarious.

POTENTIAL TW: secret relationship? potential toxic co-worker but you don't really interact with her and she's gone pretty quick, potentially mild mentions of self worth issues

Personal Thoughts: OFFICE ROMANCE WITH OUR FAVORITE TRAUMATIZED EX-COP! I don't really have much for this one besides the fact that it's cute as fuck. Reader and Leon are kind of obsessed with each other but in a totally innocent, crush way. Local sad, wet cat man experiences genuine gentle affection for the first time; has no clue how to deal with it.

paint me like one of them dead girls by junieyes - Leon Kennedy x Reader

Rating: Teen and Up

Status: Complete (14 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: You are a nineteen year old living in Raccoon City when the entire world goes to shit. Good thing the hot rookie cop you meet in the police station has your back.

POTENTIAL TW: it's Resident Evil 2 bro they got some freaky shit goin on, RE typical violence

Personal Thoughts: This was one of the stories I found when I went on a big RE kick a while back and it's honestly really fun. Basically RE2 but if you had a companion that answered the question "what if your inventory was a stressed college kid with a really big backpack and they made lots of funny quips and also had to pee for nearly the entire game?" and it is just as entertaining as you think it's gonna be.

Fell by the Wayside by megumimidnight - Leon Kennedy x Olivera!Reader

Rating: M

Status: Complete (65 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: Your brother Carlos has been missing for 5 years and you have been spending each second working to try and find him. Too bad someone really doesn't want you too.

POTENTIAL TW: drugs, reference to suicide, espionage, kidnapping, drugging, weapons and violent acts committed with said weapons, RE typical violence

Personal Thoughts: I thought this was a fun take on the RE universe, especially considering that after RE3 Carlos just...fucks off and doesn't return. Its sourced a lot from canon but it's an entirely original story that feels to seamlessly fit into the RE universe. The reader character ends up working as a tech analyst at the DSO and is a little reckless but very self sufficient and confident in themselves and their skills which I think was really cool.

One Piece

Methyl Nitrate Pineapples by razbliuto - Trafalgar D. Water Law x OFC

Rating: M

Status: Completed (45 Chapters) with a currently Ongoing sequel

Abridged Synopsis: At 19 Strangways Sophie had never journeyed outside the walls of G-13 where she was raised. But it was her duty as a member of the World Government to help suppress the Revolutionary threats in Vira. Turns out the glorious justice she always imagined wasn't all it was cracked up to be and after being left behind in a war torn territory she was certain her life couldn't get any worse. The she was poisoned in the foot by a sadistic pirate doctor and nothing is ever the same.

POTENTIAL TW: government propaganda and abuse of power, mild sexual content (good and bad), deep internal conflict and self reflection, coming to terms with the bad things you've done and taking responsibility for them, depictions of mental illness, blood and wounds, scars, death, murder, mentions of child abuse, power imbalance, betrayal, torture, minor mentions of illness and illness related trauma, depictions of negative portrayals of women in media

Personal Thoughts: I discovered this in August, inhaled it in like 3 days, and then proceeded to re-read my favorite parts over and over for the next like month and a half like a mad woman. I still think about this story and the sequel all the time. Sophie and Law match each others' freak in a way that is somehow the dream and deeply concerning. They are so wonderful, I want what they have except not at all, you know? They're truly so weird and they embrace that weirdness fully and I adore them so much. Sophie's character development is so raw and real and so beautifully written. I cried multiple times reading this story and I don't usually cry over fics at all. It's funny and witty and balances the tone of OP that truly translates the heart and soul of the source material in such a seamless way and expands upon it wonderfully. Sophie's character may be a bit...annoying at first for some but it is a result of her growing up in the very clinical and isolating environment that is the World Government and personally I think it just makes her growth and the journey she goes on all the more satisfying to watch unfold. There is a bit of an age gap between Sophie and Law (she turns 18 in MNP and is 21 in the post-timeskip sequel to Law's 26), and it does come up a few times throughout. You can check the author out here on tumblr @fablecore, she does some beautiful drawings to accompany the fic and Sophie is such a cutie patootie I'm obsessed with her.

Heartstring Marionette by astrella - Trafalgar D. Water Law x OFC

Rating: Explicit

Status: Ongoing (Currently 14 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: Homura - The Worldspinner, is a young, promising Marine Captain with a lot of plans for herself and her future. But there's only so much she can do within the confines of her rank and under the watchful eye of the World Government. Enter up and coming Supernova captain, Trafalgar Law.

POTENTIAL TW: allusions and depictions of child abuse and neglect, murder, violence, fire, slavery, (seemingly) morally ambiguous oc, there are tag warnings for each plot arc within the story so I recommend reading those

Personal Thoughts: Flirting but make it weaponized. Homura is so funny and flirty and Law HATES it. I love watching that man suffer positively as opposed to every other way he suffers. She is a very interesting character with a lot of mystery surrounding her past and it's written in a way that desperately leaves you wanting more. Also the original content plot arcs are so well written and culturally rich, I love OP fics that create their own islands and cultures.

Oregano is for Savages by Berylthemanatee - (future) Sanji x OFC

Rating: M

Status: Ongoing (Currently 19 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: an anxious Kuja child runs away from home in search of her mother and things go SO WRONG SO QUICKLY.

POTENTIAL TW: familial abuse and neglect, anxiety, slavery, forced manual labor, child abuse, death, death of children, cannibalism, World Nobles, physical and psychological abuse, public execution, mentioned/brief depictions of manslaughter

Personal Thoughts: I have very few words to explain the absolute wild ride this story is. Oregano (our OC) has had a difficult life that continues to get more difficult as the story progresses, but it's OP what do you really expect. There's a lot of world building and character development currently happening at the moment so it's looking to be a long-fic in the making but the plot is so compelling that you can't stop reading. It kind of reminds me of the way your eyes can't look away from the screen when you're watching a horror film. I just wanna wrap my little girl in a blanket and hide her away forever. Also there's really pretty art that goes along with some of the chapters and you can check some of it out at the authors' tumblr @berylthemanatee!

EDIT: the editor for this story found me in the wild and i feel like a victorian woman who was just called upon by a privileged gentleman during the social season 🥰 @daemonerik you will always be famous to me

Surprise, You Ruined Everything by HippyMindy52 - Various Whitebeard Pirates x Named!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Status: Ongoing (Currently 23 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: Reader wakes up in OP on the Moby Dick literally the day after her college graduation with absolutely no clue how she got there and then proceeds to immediately ruin canon and engage in a three day long game of hide and seek with Whitebeard's top commanders.

POTENTIAL TW: explicit sexual content, mental stress, blood and gore, fire and fire related injuries and deaths, pretty graphic depictions of violence, drug induced states, emotional breakdowns, OP typical violence

Personal Thoughts: One feral college grad takes on several of Whitebeard's top commanders and she survives by the skin of her teeth. Polyamory is the name of the game folks but don't let the crack fool you this baby can fit so much lore and angst. I expected a regular isekai fic but I was so SO wrong and it took a turn that was so interesting. And our protagonist (who whips out the fake name Shellie bc she's a modern girl with a sense of self preservation) has such a fun and feral personality that makes you really wanna root for her. The author doesn't have a tumblr but there's a user @thekraftcryptid who has done some really cool art for the story that I highly recommend checking out, although there are spoilers and quotes from the story in their pieces so you have been warned.

Dive|rgence by SugarFeather - no romantic pairing, very focused on found family/platonic intimacy

Rating: M

Status: Ongoing (Currently 36 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: Elynna is in the Mediterranean Sea one minute and the East Blue the next...she does not handle it well for the next several chapters but she is so good at faking it. At least she can gain a bit of joy from terrorizing the World Government.

POTENTIAL TW: morally ambiguous OC, violence, gore, suicidal thoughts and ideations, trauma, grief and mourning, fugue states, severe emotional distress, minor body horror...in a clinical/medical way i suppose, OP typical violence

Personal Thoughts: It is such a realistic interpretation of the isekai genre that is unlike anything I’ve ever read before. Elynna wasn't a fan before entering the OP world, her sister was, and her entrance was so sudden and jarring that she continuously deals with it throughout the entire story so far. For her it's not just about adapting to your circumstances and trying to recall canon that she's not super familiar with, there are actual physical and psychological repercussions to her entering a world that was not and never will be meant for her. AND THERE'S LORE ABOUT IT GUYS THIS STORY IS SO GOOD!

My Hero Academia

The Paperwork Has Paperwork by MirrorDaltokki - Shouta Aizawa x OFC

Rating: Teen and Up

Status: Ongoing (Currently 16 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: Chiyoji Tousha just wants the heroes to do their fucking administrative paperwork. But not everyone can be as perfect as Eraserhead, can they?

POTENTIAL TW: nothing so far, maybe second hand embarrassment? but it's fun so it may not really count

Personal Thoughts: Holy shit this story is so hilarious. Local former delinquent turned civil servant is obsessed with underground hero Eraserhead because he just...does his paperwork really well and on time. You know what respect tho I love a girl who knows what she wants. Chiyoji is honestly such a funny heroine, she scares professional heroes twice her size but cannot function normally through a conversation with Aizawa without choking on her spit I’m so obsessed with her. I'M ROOTING FOR YOU CHIYOJI! Also her quirk is super cool and he technically falls first. Author runs a FFXIV blog here on tumblr @mirrordaltokki!

A Nudge in the Right Direction by Vanya_Instance - Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

Rating: General

Status: Complete (6 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: It was impossible for anyone in the world to be as shy as Tamaki Amijiki. Turns out that's wrong, and his match is just a few classrooms over.

POTENTIAL TW: light mentions of body insecurities, mild angst, anxiety and spiraling thoughts

Personal Thoughts: Short and sweet and so!! cute!!! Reading this was a bit like watching two really shy turtles try to interact but instead choose to sit in their shells really close to one another. It was such a fun read and I enjoyed it thoroughly. Reader is in the support course and she is such an anxious little mess bless her heart. Tamaki is such a cutie patootie and reader in this story is equally cutie and patootie and they deserve to cutie and patootie together!!! The author doesn't appear to have to tumblr but their is a twitter linked in their ao3 account bio!

BBC Merlin

The Wanderer by thebipolarme - Gwaine x OFC

Rating: M

Status: Complete (31 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: Marian Ragnell is summoned through time from 2014 to Arthurian England, interacting with the legends of her childhood in ways she never could have even dreamed of, including her favorite knight Sir Gwaine. But it doesn't really help that they get off on the wrong foot.

POTENTIAL TW: era typical views on women, language that is very offensive to women, angst, kidnapping, assault, depictions of blood and wounds, torture, war, there are a few chapters with chapter specific tags so i def recommend double checking those, Merlin typical violence

Personal Thoughts: I will admit I am a sucker for the "modern girl falling through time to the past" trope. This fic literally reignited my love for BBC Merlin and Gwaine specifically so fiercely I’m actually a bit concerned for my personal health. The author did a really good job balancing canon and original content and based some of her original chapter and her OC on the actual wife of Sir Gawaine in the legends, "The Loathly Lady" Dame Ragnelle, which I thought was really interesting. One thing I will say is that I wish there was a bit more character development between Marian and a few of the other characters but the interactions we do see definitely make up for it. Especially her interactions with Gwaine (which very much give Beatrice and Benedick from Much Ado About Nothing vibes). There were times that I laughed out loud reading not only their conversations but her conversations with the other characters as well. Marian is a self assured, head strong woman who knows what she wants despite the times she's forced to live in and there is something about her character that is just so lovable. Overall the story definitely reflects the tone of the source material rather well and although I have a few personal hang ups about it, it doesn't change the fact that I've already had to force myself to pace my second full read through despite only finding it a few days ago.

Percy Jackson

Little Camper by PainfullyPisces - no current romantic relationships involving OFC but there is an eventual romance tag

Rating: General

Status: In Progress (Currently 18 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: Stephanie Overbaum has her entire world turned upsied down after discovering she is a demigod. A situation made all the more worse now that she has to live at a camp that's being overseen by her father, who she has never met in her entire life.

POTENTIAL TW: violence, child soldiers, monsters from greek mythology, parental issues and the emotions surrounding them, trauma, scary dreams, PJO typical violence

Personal Thoughts: I actually discovered this fic from TikTok. The author does some really cool artwork to accompany the story (and just in general) so I recommend checking them out at frogbee_studios and they have other socials tagged in the foreword of their story. Stephanie is so funny and so exhausted in a way that is entirely fitting for a child learning their dad is the god of wine and revelry and the (reluctant) guardian for a summer camp. It has such heard despite it being very early on in Stephanie's story an the comedy captures the heart of PJO perfectly. If you like creative demigod OC stories then this is one that I HIGHLY recommend.

Twisted Wonderland

A Million and One Minutia by GrayAthena - no romantic pairings

Rating: General

Status: Ongoing (Currently 30 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: A series of vignettes that highlight snapshots of the authors' Yuu (aka Gray) as they learn the differences between their world and the world of Twisted Wonderland.

POTENTIAL TW: TWST typical violence, angst, mentions of night terrors, mentions of trouble sleeping, mentions of death

Personal Thoughts: I really like vignette style stories and this concept is so interesting to me. When playing the game you don't really get a chance to explore Yuu's backstory (because it's designed for the player to be able to put themselves in the protagonists shoes), so I love seeing other people's takes on their characters and how they perceive Yuu to be. It's mostly just Gray talking about crazy things from the real world and the guys being so confused and I LOVE IT.

To Wish on Clouded Stars By AmuletRebel - OC/Various

Rating: Teen and Up

Status: Ongoing (Currently 21 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: Yuuna finds herself lost in another world with no way home but perhaps it's not such a terrible place to be.

POTENTIAL TW: TWST typical violence, angst

Personal Thoughts: TWST but make it the otome game it was meant to be! This is the story that actually inspired me to write my very own TWST fic (which will probably never see the light of day but whatever) and it's just such a fun ride. Their Yuu (Yuuna) is so funny and witty and give her a break bc she is so tired. Their story hasn't been updated for a while but I hold on to hope nonetheless. You can find her here on tumblr @amuletrebel and she has her YouTube channel and twitter linked in her ao3 so check her out. (IF YOU SEE THIS DARLING PLEASE RETURN FROM THE WAR (in your own time of course I would never rush you) THE KIDS AND I MISS YOU!)

EDIT: THIS STORY WAS UPDATED LITERALLY THE DAY AFTER I ORIGINALLY POSTED THIS??? IS IT LUCK??? PROPHECY??? WE'LL NEVER KNOW BUT A FANTASTIC FIC HAS REENTERED THE WORLD PRAISE BE!!!

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ohhh for the ship ask game can i be predictable and say malving, solving, and joplittle?? 👀

i did joplittle already here!! ohhhh you know me so well my special boys...

malving

what made you ship them? i read irving's letters to malcolm and i have eyes. but seriously, those letters are genuinely so sweet and sad that just thinking about them makes me tear up. john seemed like such a lonely man and his love and longing for malcolm comes across so clearly. also like. i read one of your fics and it changed my brain chemistry

favorite thing about your ship? probably the tragedy of it all. how malcolm clearly loved him (the fact that even as an old man he saved john's letters makes me so emotional) and john loved him back but time and circumstances kept them apart. the yearning, the constant desire. it makes me literally crazy.

unpopular opinion? i don't think this is actually an unpopular opinion but if you haven't read irving's letters you should go read them NOW. especially if you like show!irving as a character at all

solving

what made you ship them? the visions. also mostly through reading fic/talking to people on twitter - i was already really interested in irving as a character and i feel like solving for me seemed like a really interesting potential dynamic, especially with sol's issues with leadership but also like. his devotion and loyalty to the people he cares about - i think it would make an interesting point of tension. also i feel like he would interestingly challenge john's repression and isolation.

favorite thing about your ship? i like how they compliment each other! as i mentioned i think that there's an interesting tension in their potential relationship, and i like imagining how they would deal with their respective issues/points of contention. i also think that they could be really good for each other and like. yeah <3

unpopular opinion? i think people sometimes make tozer too cool/suave. he's the yearner of all time and he's so uncool about it

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And That's Curtains! (For Now)

And that's everyone I had set aside for this run of ficlets! 58 whole ficlets, written in a semi-straight shot (save those handful of breaks I took lol) I'll leave my big squishy emotional thoughts at the bottom of this post, just so I'm not clogging up people's dashes lol.

The link to last week's postmortem is here, and the tierlist is here. <3

Once more, there's been some minor rearranging - I think I'll do my Great Resorting sometime in May, during summer break when I have the time to sit down and actually read and evaluate everything at once. That's an estimate and I might do it sooner, but we'll see! Time is funny like that!!!

A Taste of Your Own Medicine, S Tier - Someone said that my biases were showing in this ficlet and you know what? Yeah they were and also I don't mind at all lol. I've said multiple times that I find the Belobog cast to be really interesting, and like... I find it odd that there's such little content in HSR for them compared to other casts (*cough* the Xianzhou *cough*) even so long after its release considering that something named "Belobog" shows up in a bunch of other Hoyoverse games (apparently it's in ZZZ? But I've never played so take me saying it with a grain of salt.) Anyways, my complaining about all that aside I just... Really like writing cozy scenes, and considering that Natasha had appears in two fics previously, serving as a guiding force/strict but loving parental figure, I thought it only fair that she get a night off in her own ficlet. I think this was also the biggest cast I wrote for any of these? At least it was the most characters interacting in any one scene. Nevermind I just remembered Himeko's breakfast ficlet lol that feels like it was forever ago-- All that to say, I really enjoy putting characters at ease, especially if they fall into Natasha's archetype of "absolutely exhausted but a bit too busy to really do anything about that."

A Girl and Her Rabbit, B Tier - This is like... A tentative B Tier, because this ficlet is definitely doing what I set out to do when I wrote it, which is "more relaxing shit," but this ficlet was really hard to write from a research standpoint because like... Lingsha is actually pretty underutilized as a character. I could complain more but this isn't the place for that lol. Anyways, I do like this ficlet, I just think in the grand scheme of all the other ones I've written, it's a little too simple and there's something just vaguely missing from it.

Healthy Anxiety, A Tier - God this one was silly. I very much drew from the like. Scarily vague texts/calls you get from your parents/boss/etc for this, as well as how anxiety presents in my own mind when I was writing this one. I think I could have pressed the waiting room scene a little more? Gotten more into the way anxiety can scramble your brain and make you think of the worst so that the payoff at the end hit harder both in terms of tension and comedy.

Making Up, S Tier - Me, starting this project: I probably won't write anything explicitly romantic as I do this, just to avoid any potential drama. Me, a month in, writing at 2 in the morning: LESBIANS FOR EVERYONE! -- I. Really love writing soft romance shit. It's gotta be one of my favorite like subjects/settings, especially when it involves characters like Seele and Bronya, who oh so beautifully compliment and contrast against one another. I wanted to keep Seele stubborn, because she absolutely is, but I also thought it was really important to show that at the end of the day, Seele knows that Bronya is way more important to her than whatever it was they were fighting over. I also deliberately did not say what the subject of their fight was because, to repeat myself, that part doesn't matter. What matters is that the two of them were willing to talk it out and both apologize for their hand in the squabble. I think interactions like that are very mature, and a sign of a healthy relationship, which is what these gals have!

Hey, Diddle, Diddle, A Tier - This one was also really fun. Originally the plan was to just have Misha contend with having to get up out of his blankets to do a chore--something I think we all have struggled with--but as it was, that just felt really plain. So, of course, I threw a little bit of Penacony magic and whipped up something that I thought was silly and interesting in the way those trippy old cartoons tended to be. As a consequence, Misha himself takes kind of a backseat, but I still think it's really funny to imagine him laying in the background just watching his dream bicker with rapt attention. For a character as difficult to get a hold of, story-wise, as Misha, I'm pretty pleased with how this one shook out.

Treat Yourself, S Tier - Another silly lesbian-- Originally the plan was just to have it be the last scene, with the idea of Bronya treating herself being an established activity that Seele was only now learning about, but I thought it made more sense to have this be a New Thing for the both of them (both for narrative silly reasons and Bronya characterization reasons.) Also the flirty banter at the end was actually not something I had in mind when I started but boy am I glad that my sleepy brain was like "could be gayer" because I. Love them lol.

Blinding Lights, S Tier - YEAAAA GOD I had such a blast with this one. It was kind of rough to get it started--originally the plan was just for Boothill to be By Himself--but this boy works best when he's got someone to bounce off of, so I gave him a little Aventurine as a treat because I! Love banter! In case that was not obvious! I didn't get into it too much, but I felt kinda clever for the plot beat of Boothill getting overwhelmed by the lights because of his eyes. I don't know if he canonically has any enhancements for his eyes, but considering his Skill animation, I'm willing to bet that there's something, and like... tech is actually a lot easier to overload than you think it is, so a lot of flashing, swirling colours could pretty easily fuck with a targeting system. Also I'm just. Really obsessed with eyes as a concept in narratives anyways so having Boothill's eyes get all wigged out only for them to still when he looks at Aventurine's eyes, which are in-canon both insanely unique and drop-dead-- wait absolutely gorgeous? Ough. Good shit. Way to go, me, lol--

What Comes Next? - I've shared my plans for how I'll continue this series before, but I figured I'd go over them again in a more itemized format lol:

1) Right now I am going to prioritize like. Actually playing the game. I'm not going to stop writing--God I would never now that I've got my groove back--but...

2) No new HSR Daily Ficlets will be published until I have more than just 4 characters in the queue. Idk if I'll wait for a 7+ characters to rock up or if I'll call it at a specific update number, but as of now the series is officially on break until there's more I can work with.

3) I will do a grand re-ranking of all my ficlets at some point (possibly in May, as mentioned above) where I actually have a more strict criteria in mind to avoid the wibbly-wobbly placements I was getting to about halfway through the series (trying to keep track of your feelings on 58 ficlets is rough.)

4) This is has nothing to do with the series progressing but I think something I'm going to try to do over the summer break will be actually printing out this hunk of ficlets and binding them into an Actual Book I can put on my shelf. I might make more, depending on how I feel about the process, just to give to friends who are interested, but if folks wants a copy for themselves I will figure out the logistics of that closer to the day (and again, that's if the process doesn't make me want to tear my hair out and scream.)

5) I might do a Big Autism at some point and post statistics for the series, just because I like making charts, lol. It'd mostly be "Average ranking per week" and "most popular fic on tumblr/Ao3" and stuff like that. Idk if I'll post them but some of my irls will definitely be seeing my unhinged spreadsheets.

5) And finally, I'm going to keep writing stuff for HSR. It'll probably be really sporadic, but I've been kicking some ideas around. The one I feel most confident in mentioning is a potential series that covers Boothill finding and befriending a mechanic (half a reader insert character) after his arm gets busted in a fight.

Closing (for now) Thoughts - I. Am really proud of myself for this series. I used to write a lot of stories when I was younger but as I got busier and I think just... generally more anxious as a person, I stopped. Especially when it came to the idea of actually putting my work out there to be read by people who weren't like close friends/immediate family. The series has by no means been popular, but just knowing that I have friends, (both old and new <3), that were actively following along just felt really nice, as well as all the kind comments from strangers as the series progressed. While I'm glad to be done with this for now, I am very much looking forward to writing more, because this tiny community has been really lovely, and I think it's helped me get my spark back.

So thanks everyone! I'll see you guys in the stars ⋆｡°✩

[kisskissbanggang]

Contention - pt. 1

[2.1k words/<10min. read - Skz! Love Triangle, Non-Idol!AU - Personal Assistant!Seungmin x Female Reader, SFW/VERY Suggestive/✨Spicy✨, Smut in Other Chapters - Arranged Courting, Hwang Hyunjin has Demons and One is his Mother, Dirty Secrets, All the Taboo Thrill of Infidelity Without Actually Cheating Because You Aren't Even Together, Heavy Forbidden Makeout Sessions in Uncomfortable Settings, Seungmin is the Goodest Boy (For Now), Exorcising my Seungmin and Hyunjin Brain Rot One Fic at a Time, References to Toxic/Abusive Parent/Child Relationships (Not Reader)]

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Sunday, 3:36 pm

It wasn't as though you blamed Hwang Hyunjin for any of this. 

You’d lost nothing. Rather, if anything, there was almost too much to gain. Nothing was lost, or broken, or hurt. 

Except for maybe your pride. 

Your correspondence, your interviews – they’d all been with Hyunjin's mother. 

In her eyes, you were the most perfect potential partner for her son that she’d ever met. The only problem was that he’d been impossible to convince towards any concept of settling down with someone she approved of, belligerent to any inkling that she could really know what’s best. 

None of this had been disclosed to you, of course. As far as you’d known, Hyunjin adored you; he was simply too busy with work to come meet you in person. His mother was only helping him arrange all this. It was his idea that you move in for a trial run. 

A six month long trial run. 

For the sake of saving face and appeasing the accountants, you’d be Hyunjin’s “personal assistant.” You were to never leave this goddamn penthouse for six months. By the end of it, you would either be engaged or paid handsomely for your time. 

It was an easy – if not incredibly daunting – yes. 

In your mind, Hyunjin was already mad about you. He wrote you letters, he gave you photos, all scented with his cologne and accompanied with flowers. He was too good to be true, gorgeous and tall with sharp eyes and full lips. It never occurred to you that you were being naive. Mrs. Hwang was so earnest, so humble about her role in all of this. The potential financial gain was only an extremely generous consolation prize should it not work out. She just wanted her son to be happy.

You’d laughed along when Hyunjin’s mother introduced you to the doorman in the lobby. 

“Remember her face, now. If you see her within the next six months, you call me.”

She’d laughed. The doorman laughed. So you laughed, too. 

Nothing prepared you for meeting Hyunjin. First, he was incredulous, wondering if this was all a prank. 

Did you know his friends?

Maybe his boss put you up to this?

But the second you mentioned his mother, all the pieces fell into place. The penthouse was a new arrangement for him as well. He instantly recognized the handwriting on your letters as hers. The small, precious still life he’d painted for you had actually been missing from his bedroom for weeks.

This was Mrs. Hwang’s grand scheme to finally get her insubordinate son married. 

You pleaded, bartered, begged for a way out of this. The writing was on the wall: you were fucked. You'd quit your job, you'd moved out of your apartment, signed an NDA – all stipulations laid out in her contract you'd signed. Hyunjin was helpless. She controlled his finances, managed his social circle, and watched him like a hawk. 

No. You didn't blame Hyunjin for any of this. 

But it didn't make it hurt any less that he wasn't interested in giving you a chance. 

And it wasn't like you didn't understand why; that much was clear and obvious. His mother adored you, so he simply wouldn't. 

The two of you awkwardly cohabitated for a whole month leading up to last night. It was easy to have separate spaces within the shared home. You had your own room, and there were, plain and simply, too many ways to spend time by yourselves. The penthouse was insane, a lush little suite with a pool on the patio, a private roof, and a dedicated elevator. You were reading in the living room that night, stretched out on the plush couch when Hyunjin brought a girl home for the first time. 

The couch conveniently blocked Hyunjin from seeing you and your mortified face, but you could see clear as day. 

“Okay, I think my roommate is asleep.”

Roommate.

You were gutted. 

Five more months of this until the payday of your life. 

And if there were going to be any more nights like this, maybe you could even afford a lobotomy. How could you be so stupid? A sickening ball of desperation and humiliation burned in your gut.

That brought you to today, the point where everything shifted. You were feeling sorry for yourself at the breakfast nook, and why wouldn't you? It’d taken you weeks to allow yourself to fall in love with the idea of Hyunjin and work up the courage to take on this ludicrous deal in the first place. And now you were stuck here. 

In your refusal to hear anything since the previous night until this girl was gone, you were stubbornly still wearing your headphones while you miserably picked at a croissant. You didn’t hear Seungmin come in whatsoever, not until he appeared in front of you in the kitchen, startling you with a new box of pastries. 

As you’d quickly learned, Hyunjin had a real personal assistant. Seungmin drove Hyunjin around, ran his errands, and – apparently – even chauffeured his one-night stands home. You’d met Seungmin early on, and he was just as disquieted about this arrangement as the two of you already were. Thankfully, it didn't seem to outwardly affect his hospitality at all. Seungmin was kind, he was attentive, and he was probably the only person who gave a damn about you while you were locked up in here. At that moment, at the breakfast nook, he silently waved and opened the box to offer you a fresh, warm croissant. You nodded appreciatively before he took his box of goodies with him, no doubt sanctimoniously kicking open Hyunjin’s door for a wake-up call.

They had a weird relationship. The two men were clearly boss and employee, but they were also unmistakably friends. Maybe it was because they both answered to Mrs. Hwang. 

Shortly after, Seungmin passed by the kitchen again, ushering out a gorgeously disheveled young woman and an unsurprisingly pristine Hyunjin. Sundays were a social day, which meant Seungmin would be dropping him off at the gym and he wouldn’t be back until much later that day, hopping from brunch to shopping to late lunch and maybe even dinner and drinks. You sighed when you had the penthouse to yourself again. 

This was the part you didn’t think through all the way when you were considering this ridiculous proposal. Hyunjin worked and had a busy social life. It had quickly become apparent that Mrs. Hwang intended for you to be available at all times at home, maximizing the opportunity for you two to get close, but this also meant that you were alone for a majority of the time. Some days you never changed out of loungewear. Some days, even, you never changed out of your pajamas. You would binge watch shows and movies, endlessly scroll online, maybe try to exercise or lounge by the pool, all in a loop that was quickly starting to grow stale.

Maybe that’s what made everything go the way it did when Seungmin came back in through the elevator that afternoon. You poked your head out from the living room and caught sight of him nearly dropping his armful of groceries. Today was a day where you never changed out of your pajamas, your cozy cardigan covering up your thin camisole and modest shorts. Your warm socks made you almost slip on the tile floor. Seungmin was humbly grateful when you jogged over to help, even grabbing a bag out of his hands to ease the load. He followed you back to the kitchen, where you’d briefly crossed paths that morning.

“I should’ve asked if you need anything,” he regretted out loud, setting his bags on the counter and sorting through them.

You blinked back at him as you did the same with your own bag. “You don’t need to do that; you bring me things all the time.”

“Sure,” he shrugged, “but I want to. I want to know what you want.”

“Seungmin, I promise you, this is more than enough.”

It’d only been a month, but Seungmin was occasionally bringing you books and magazines. The bag you’d grabbed from him had your favorite canned coffee in it. Lately, he’d been quizzing you on what drinks you liked, what snacks you indulged in, and he’d readily have whatever it was the next time he saw you. He would always make sure to check in on you whenever he came by. For all intents and purposes, Seungmin was your saving grace during this bizarre, voluntary home arrest.

It was worth repeating: maybe this was why everything that came next happened the way it did.

For such a lavish kitchen in such a spacious home, you and Seungmin managed to trip over each other while putting away the shopping, landing on the floor in a tangled heap, wedged into the counter. Those damned socks. Some cosmic being was playing a prank on you, surely, when you found yourself on top of Hyunjin’s assistant on the floor. The two of you groaned in unison. Your knee was likely pressing uncomfortably into Seungmin’s ribs, so you obviously leaned off, and now, mortifyingly, you found yourself straddling his hips.

And you weren’t the only one to notice.

Seungmin was reclined back on his elbows, his eyes wide behind his glasses.

Maybe it was just the moment.

Maybe it was something more.

He leaned in first, and you automatically did the same.

Your skin erupted into goosebumps.

Both your breathing was shallow, like you were trying to slow down time to think for a goddamn second.

Maybe you were lonely.

Maybe it was something else.

The kiss lasted three seconds.

Three.

He was so warm.

Two.

His kiss was so gentle.

One.

You wanted him so badly.

Your mouths parted, but only barely. It was a stalemate; the next move would decide everything.

And Seungmin decided to slide an arm up around your waist.

You melted into him then, your fingers running through his hair and slipping his glasses onto the tile when you kissed him again. The breaths you’d been holding were gasped and sighed into each other. His chest sought for air against yours, close and tight in the cavernous home. You were quickly dizzy, high off the adrenaline of finding yourself locked in a heated embrace with your intended fiance’s assistant, but you nonetheless found yourself curious. There was one question on your mind. When you tried to lean up from Seungmin, he hungrily reeled you back down, his daring tongue tempting yours to keep pace. You gathered his hands from where they were holding your waist and firmly pressed them back into the tile, over his head. 

Even while catching his breath, his hips were canting up into your own. He was distractingly, temptingly hard between your legs. He grinned, panting. “More,” he pleaded.

“In a second,” you quieted him, hushed in the giant penthouse. You were unable to hold back a coughed laugh while you tried to more steadily inhale. “You just have to tell me: is it me you want? Or the opportunity?”

Seungmin was visibly confused. “Of course it’s you,” he answered, his volume matching yours. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I mean,” you faltered for a second. “I’m apparently not good enough for Hyunjin–”

“Hyunjin’s insane,” Seungmin smirked. “You’re perfect.”

The simple move of you letting him go fell into sync with him pulling his hands free, but you weren’t expecting Seungmin to roll the two of you over, his lips and tongue joining his hips in pinning you to the tile floor of the kitchen. His groans and sighs were delicious to hear, the way he wanted you making the exhaustion of the last month feel forgotten. This was incredible, easily enough to make you want to ask Seungmin to come to your bedroom with you, if not fuck you right here in the kitchen–

–when the penthouse elevator chimed.

You untangled from each other immediately, scrambling to regain your senses and look like you had not just been fooling around when Hyunjin casually strolled in. He passed by the kitchen to find Seungmin finishing putting away the groceries while you pretended to scroll on your phone at breakfast nook. Hyunjin looked between the two of you, obviously sensing something odd but unsure of exactly what. He opened the fridge.

“You’re back early,” Seungmin observed. His ears were red.

“My plans got changed,” Hyunjin shrugged, pulling out a can. “Whose coffee is this?”

You meagerly raised a hand. Hyunjin nodded.

“Ah.”

That was it. He put the drink right back in the fridge, grabbing something else and warily eyeing you both again before exiting the kitchen.

You and Seungmin locked eyes then.

Holy shit, you realized, what if Hyunjin found out?

Or worse, you furthered that thought, what if Mrs. Hwang found out?

Seungmin had a small, humble grin, maybe even a bit dazed when he finally left you by yourself in the kitchen.

This was either going to make the next five months much more enjoyable or far more difficult.

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opinions on valve rarepairs:

chellyx, valhoun, shepvance, shephoun, and uhmm gordon x chell, and uh any others ig

Not sure what prompted this, but here you go, I guess! Obligatory disclaimer that all these ships are great, even if they're not for me.

Chellyx: 5/10

I understand the appeal conceptually (there's something inherently neat about two similarly smart, hot, brave women getting together to save the world and make out), but as someone who doesn't typically enjoy crossover fanworks, it just doesn't do much for me. It would take a lot of exposition to get me invested in a fic featuring this ship, and I'm hesitant to engage with fanart from people I don't know because of The Discourse. (Specifically, that trend from a few years ago where the most annoying people in the fandom would post chellyx once in a blue moon just to say "See, I don't hate Alyx! I just hate those nasty freaks who ship her with men!!!!")

... Hm, maybe I'd be more interested in this ship if I saw more people, like, earnestly shipping it?

Valhoun: 8/10

The dynamic between Alyx and Barney appeals to me because they have the shared experience of having lived through the Combine occupation, but their roles within that society are very, very different. Alyx has virtually no concept of the Before Times and is an important figure in the Resistance, but in a kind of sheltered way, whereas Barney does remember life before the Combine and is also an important member of the Resistance, but god at what cost? It's fun to imagine how they'd try to navigate a sexual and/or romantic relationship in those circumstances and I'm tired of pretending it's not. They also have twice the snark potential compared to the mainstream ships, so bonus points for that.

(Shameless self-promotion: May I interest anyone in some porn with feelings? Or some semi-consensual voyeurism that may eventually get a sequel?)

Shephoun: 0/10

I do not care about Adrian Shephard. Sorry. His character just does nothing for me, and I don't see the version of Barney that lives in my head going for this guy. IMO, putting a military corporal and a security guard together in the early 2000s would generate the absolute worst political opinions you've ever heard... and not much else.

Shepvance: 2/10

I still don't care about Adrian Shephard, but I can kind of see the potential here. Two confused, scared young people bond with each other in stasis? The right person could probably sell me on this.

Gordon x Chell: 4/10

See chellyx, above. Still not a fan of crossovers, and this pairing has 50% less women compared to chellyx. Also, most of Gordon's appeal as a character (to me) comes from his interactions with other, more fleshed out characters, so a ship between two underdeveloped silent protags just doesn't work for my brain.

You didn't ask but I'm adding Lauren x Barney: 7/10

Lauren is barely a character, but I'm a sucker for pre-rescas content and making Barney sad. :)

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Hey, here's a chance for you to ramble ;)

About who because I have way too much to say all at once

Like for fucking starters the way the fandom took Dreamtale (which quite frankly didn't belong in the UnderTale Multiverse in the first place and I'm 90% sure Joku just wanted to insert her[?] OCs and story somewhere she[?] knew it would get attention) and turned it into something fantastic was absolutely incredible to watch pan out in real-time. Second of all there is nobody in this world who is more in love with Nightmare's design than I am at this point 'cuz there has not been a single day in the last five years I have not thought about him (/srs) good LORD there is way too much to talk about there and I promised someone I wouldn't be un-sfw on here just know I'm on my knees barking for him begging him for a chance a SINGLE chance and that I would pay for.. certain artwork.. of him if given that opportunity..

Anyway I think the fandom's version of Dreamtale both ruins and improves the overall story because quite frankly I have never been happy with how Passive!Nightmare straightup dies but maybe that's just the angst brain y'know I think that Nightmare living but holding a deep hatred and/or jealousy for Dream would have been a better route there but also I understand that the AU doesn't only revolve around them and has to involve other characters and having Passive die is probably one of the easiest ways of doing that. But also if Nightmare killed his own mom how much extra angst potential would there be, right? 'Cuz then we'd also get angst with Dream trying to move on from it and forgive him and that is a whole other topic and I'm tryna stay on track here.

Speaking of Dream I personally think that the way the fandom used to (and still does sometimes) treat him was foul.. absolutely slanderous. UwU little soft boi Dream.. bleh. I think I could understand that take on Dream if it was when he was younger or had just directly come out of statue form but the people who used to write him as just some guy who lived solely to fix his brother and not think about anything else was certainly something. I mean I think you could technically write a perspective like that but it would take such a large amount of effort to fit properly within literally any sort of canon that it just wouldn't be worth it at all unless you're really that dedicated to it. Anyway, I think I'm just glad that the fandom has largely moved past the entire pathetically weak Dream saga that happened. I really fucking love Dream who is still grieving over the loss of his brother but can also accept that he's gone and is focusing on saving the Multiverse instead of trying to get his brother back at any cost I'm so in love with that version of Dream but nobody writes him like that on Wattpad so whenever I'm reading a fic about him it's HORRIBLE.

Y'know what I'm taking the chance to talk about how I don't think there's enough religious content surrounding Dream and Nightmare because I'd like to remind everyone that they are Guardians, which is pretty similar to Gods depending on who you ask. You CANNOT tell me that, whilst Nightmare is out causing havoc and spreading negativity to the AUs and such, not a SINGLE person would start thinking of him as a deity-like figure. Take it a step further and have them praying to him and giving him offerings like that is a banger concept if done correctly.

Take it ANOTHER step further and have it be done with Dream. Sure Nightmare's the Guardian of Negativity so not many people are likely to support him and such but Dream is the Guardian of Positivity, people would 100% worship him. There are so many things you could do with this concept, have him running around trying to keep his supporters happy whilst also protecting the Multiverse from Nightmare, have him be overwhelmed have him be fearful of the way people view him because it reminds him of the times before the Apple Incident oh my God please can someone do anything with this concept

Also side note I am in love with the bad sanses poly ship like that's also something not explored enough within fics I'll get around to writing something about it eventually but LORD the things I would do to read a 150k word fic about their adventures and their love for each other and their arguments and their miscommunications and their flaws and how they love each other's flaws and how they accept each other for who they are without having to drastically change anything about themselves and how they've finally found comfort in other people like them and how they never thought they would so they're super happy and AAAAAAAAAA dude. The things I'd do to read something like that.

Also. Listen to me. Error. I don't think I have to say much else because the large majority of people are already agreeing just based on Error alone but.. Error.

I am a VERY big fan of how his redesign is VERY similar to Geno's design except in negative form with some slight variations and I don't know if anything I'm about to talk about was on purpose or not but we're going into it anyway. First of all I love the idea of a Sans somehow glitching his way practically out of existence and becoming a fucked up piece of code like Error, but God the way his design looks will never get old to me. Never. The way he's all black because it's the negative of white and y'know in computer viruses and crashes they usually portray it as turning into negative colours when something has gone wrong BUT the way that Error's design only uses the primary colours (red, yellow, blue) WOOF that gets me GOINNNNNGGG like YES we've gone back to the basics no more complex colours no more special little colour palettes nothing like that he is basic and he is simple. He is UNPREDICTABLE like a virus he does not have any set opinions or personality traits at least not set in stone he is unhinged he has nothing to properly define him other than the term 'manbaby' and it is SO good because he isn't Sans he isn't even considered one or at least he shouldn't be because yes technically he is one if you look into it even the slightest but he has basically zero similarities because his personality is negative his personality is flipped his personality is FUCKED everything about him is FUCKED and he is INSANE. He is not patient like Sans he is not mysterious like Sans he is not harmless unless heavily, heavily aggravated like Sans he is the opposite he is a FOOL. A JESTER. Can someone draw him in a jester's outfit I think that would be funny anyway I love him he's my little meow meow my little guy my little non-friendly pal ALSO his fucking birthday is a 404 joke and his strings are a joke too for strings of code and it took me FOUR YEARS to figure that out because I'm a dummy but once it clicked?? Wowza it was like a new world opened because I could actually finally understand what his strings were all about.

I don't really have much to say about Killer if I'm being honest with you.. I'm just obsessed with him because he's a crazy extrovert who stabs people to death and also his design fucks hard though I do somehow keep forgetting his Soul whenever I draw him.. which isn't often I really need to start drawing him more he's SO fun his little drippy eye sockets are SO much fun to draw I cannot lie to you guys I would most definitely do a full piece of art of him if it meant I got to draw his eyes.

Fuck it I think Killer and Nightmare's possible relationship dynamics go CRAZY and I will need there to be more content of them. It does not matter if it's ship or not I just need them being them. I need Killer annoying Nightmare but Nightmare putting up with it because he finds it really cute how Killer likes being near him even if it's only to annoy him. I need Killer being patient and listening to Nightmare struggling to explain his own emotions (I also need Nightmare who can process everyone else's emotions besides his own) and Nightmare being so so grateful that he can confide in Killer about it. I need Killer following Nightmare's every word and demand because he wants to please him and when Nightmare compliments him it's all worth it. I need awkward Nightmare and Killer where Killer keeps trying to befriend Nightmare but Nightmare can't figure out what he's trying to do so he's just like "???" until Killer has to outright ask him to be friends. I need not awkward Killer and Nightmare where Nightmare knows full well that Killer wants to be friends but he is afraid of what would happen and he's afraid of putting their team in danger because what if he says something bad and Killer decides to leave ?? What would happen to the rest of his team then ??

I need Nightmare and Killer content where Nightmare is willing to take the risk of befriending him if it means being closer with him. And then I need Nightmare and Killer content which evolves into Killermare content which then evolves into bad sans poly.

I need Nightmare and Killer. Just in general now I just need them no further context.

WHEW the things I could say about Blueberror.. man I only started getting into him like a week ago because of a Wattpad request but I completely forgot how in love with his design I am. I can't really comment on it the same way as Error because, well, nothing tops Error but his design is so so so fun I love it I love how he still resembles his old self I love how not much changed other than he, again, became a sort of negative-like version of himself. I fucking love the stars on his face too I think face markings have gotta be the best thing to ever happen with OC creation in general things just feel incomplete if they don't have something there to draw on their faces

Wait is that the link? Is that what I've been missing???? Blueberror has stars Error has lines, Killer has his drippy eyesockets and Nightmare has his one singular covered drippy eyesocket oh fuck they all have some sort of identifiable feature on their faces God damn it

[heliopauseentertainments]

Fanfic writer ask game, if you feel like it:

��️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write? (It doesn't come across, so that's interesting...)

🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

Thanks for asking! (Also thank you for your patience, it's been a busy day)

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

I'd have to go digging through all of my comments to know for sure but here are some that I remember. I can't say for sure that these are my all-time favorites because my brain is like a sieve at times, but these are definite favorites:

Because one comment references spoilers for Solar Flare, I'mma put this under a cut.

This one was left by @lush-specimen on the first TF fic I ever wrote: Suspicious Stars. As a consequence, this is the first TF fic comment as well.

This is really cute! Poor Megatron is perplexed by the simple idea that Rodimus missed him. The different messages on all the stars are great! And I love Rodimus' dialogue!! Casually dropped "dude" and "my guy" into the conversation! Quality content!! Thank you for posting this!!

I also love comments where folks try to puzzle out what's going on. I love seeing reader theories. Reforged and Solar Flare are both full of comments where folks propose what they think is going on. An example is this one from Quashing_Tub (Tumblr handle unknown if they have one) on Solar Flare (chapter 13)

Mpving this comment to here to avoid potential spoilers. , I have a slight theory. Megs absolutely DOES have the Prime Devotion Beam™ (thanks I'm adopting it too lol). But Soundwave plays a frequency that provides interference so it can't harm the others. Meaning Soundy's the only one who noticed. He turned off the frequency to specifically affect Starscream, but seeing the chapters since 8, I'm wondering if Soundy was trying to block out Roddy's PDB to save t Screamy and by extension the Cause. Too bad it only helped in the short term. I also love how Orion's sucg a sweet bean that no one notices he might ALSO have special Prime powers? Like Zeta doesn't because he kinda just took the role. Any reverence is an infirned opinion or dedicated to his actualy character but Ori literally can just stand there and get people to spill the beans. But don't worry about that, that's just Orion.

Sometimes the theories are jokes, which I adore, like this one from Reforged (chapter 12) by @redspecs

What horrors will Prowl find searching those many storage units? Tourist-trap souvenirs? Novelty sex toys? Or maybe even, god forbid, unfinished paperwork?

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

Ultra Magnus (separately from Minimus or as a guy not being piloted by Minimus), Soundwave, and Jazz are all three that I find very difficult. Because I don't write them very often.

🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

Not currently, I don't think, short of finishing Solar Flare. Before that, it was finishing whatever longfic novel I was working on before.

I don't think I ever really give myself milestones beyond "finish the fic" or "have a submission for every day of X event".

I think the most elaborate one I had was "use a different continuity for every day" one year when I was still doing MegOp Week.

[throughtrialbyfire]

ASKS! K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share? V: A secondary (or underrated) character you want to see more of in fic?

eeeee hey there!!

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

oh man. i write a lot of angst/angst-adjacent things, so i don't know which one to name. i think one of them, though, is a fic i'm writing just for my own self-indulgence reasons where athenath nearly dies from poison, and emeros just barely saves them. it's fun <3

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

yes!! i have a hadvar/ralof fic sitting in my brain i'm thinking of working on soon. it'd be a sort of continuation of my one-shot about them, but could be read on its own.

V: A secondary (or underrated) character you want to see more of in fic?

enthir and gelebor, tbh. enthir is SUCH a little shit and i love him deeply, and gelebor has so much potential to dig into. i might have to roll up my sleeves and do some work on him sometime…

oh!! and sinding!! holy shit, he can be insanely fun to work with, i'd love to see more content with him!!

thank you so much for sending these!! <3333

fanfic ask meme

[saint-starflicker]

Combination of "My F/F ships are rare", "There are no tropes" (but there ARE tropes there just isn't some element or other that will get me to actually type out the damn thing) and "Another Reason".

The Moth Diaries was one fandom that personally would have had a lot of potential to me to get generally interested in the what-if's and why's of the relationship dynamics—but, the fandom isn't really avid and prolific enough that I could get swept up. The objective potential is in a lot of works that I just didn't personally get invested that way (The Babysitter's Club, Mona Lisa Smile, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants) as well as works that really just give it to you it's Fem/Slash: Sarah Waters' Fingersmith/Affinity/Velvet, Gentleman Jack, Carol, Love Lies Bleeding, Steven Universe, the new Harley Quinn cartoon...

And other works I can name in which they're a significant or crucial subplot with a bustling fanbase (The Magnus Archives—although the one Gertrude/Agnes fic that got read aloud by the showrunners was not a ship that I conceived of before then, it's now my favorite because of personal issues with my personal history, and I won't add fuel to that spark though because that's enough amount and the perfect form of that content for me, I'm full up thank you carry on) or the identity is prominent and yet complicated enough that the sapphic aspect becomes subsumed by the themes (The Watermelon Woman, The Color Purple, Fledgling, Saving Face, So Close, Dalisay).

Bless the Galinda/Elphaba revival of 2024, but that was just never my brain rot. I understand the appeal and I was on the side of the fanworks even 20 years ago—but it just didn't strike me.

I like the idea of, like...Carmilla Karstein having a thing with Catherine Morland. There is a trope for that, the pink-and-goth girlfriends, but a trope isn't a plot, which is why I vaguely say a thing because I don't know what exactly happens there. I only like the concept.

I like the idea of Mary Ann Wilson thinking she's Helen Burns's bestie but it's Jane who turned out to be the main character who gets to be there when Helen dies, so almost a decade later Mary Ann gets invited to Jane's second attempted hetero-wedding and then gets stupidly sapphic around Rosamond Oliver.

I like the idea of Ginny Danburry getting constantly dismissed as some dropout's kid sister when she's the drama-club queen of Henly Hall, damn it, and probably explores midcentury Americana counterculture markers that she never actually gets to safely wear outside her room because she's supposed to be a prepster, and on top of all that stress of being a teenaged girl in the 1950's she's also crushing on her older brother's girlfriend. In my story she's not going to get her older brother's girlfriend to be her girlfriend. That can be a sapphic experience too. It's not all wish-fulfillment and aesthetics. Sometimes it's realistic life and history.

Somehow the only one that actually got written was a character study vignette of a character played by Catherine McCormack who wanders around bereaved and alone—just because Catherine McCormack looks exactly like my 10th grade bio teacher who I had a crush on and then didn't know what to do with that but put my own vague angst and ennui into that character. So that doesn't count as F/F because that's not tropey or plotty enough, but that's the most sapphic thing I ever actually put out there in writing. It just doesn't count as sapphic because it's not F/F, but it was absolutely a work that sopped up my sapphic life experience.

But anyway if anybody wants to mail me a physical copy of French Civilization in the Nineteenth Century by Albert Léon Guérard plus 12 months of rent and grocery money then I might actually get to finish writing that lesbian Beauty and the Beast origfic retelling. By "might get to finish" I mean definitely start.

This question is aimed at investigating why there are generally so many more F/M and M/M works compared to F/F– this is why "I write genfic" and "I don't write fanfic" are grouped together, since both of those groups aren't really involved in this particular imbalance.

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PRESUMED INNOCENT CONTENT MASTERLIST PART 1.

last updated: january 20 🖤

below the read more, you will find a list of all of the content i created for presumed innocent for episodes 1 to 4 and extras. i used my best research skills to find all of the traces of the rusty brainrot and archive them here. this is part 2 for the rest of the episodes! the fics and the gifs were made by me. DO NOT STEAL. DO NOT REPOST.

dividers credits: @sizzlingcloudmentality (thank you for all of these beautiful dividers and for the idea to do this post!!!)

check the source link for the general tag that includes reblogged content

Alibi

What Goes Around Comes Around part 1 (Barbara)

What Goes Around Comes Around part 2 (threesome with Barbara)

Fetish

Fool

Use Your Imagination

please remember you must be 18 OR OLDER to read my fics.

Trailers: x & x & x

Golden Globe Nomination

Episode 1: Bases Loaded

shower at carolyn's

the flashbacks

the crime scene

the morning after at the office

waking up with barbara

getting ready to get fired

on his way to get fired

getting fired

depressing pep talk with raymond at the bar

visiting his mistress' ex husband

rusty the baseball coach

Episode 2: People vs. Rozat Sabich

the breakup

telling his wife that he is a suspect in his mistress' murder (and he impregnated her) part 1 & part 2

unpleasant family dinner part 1 & part 2 & part 3

rusty is pretty when he cries

attacking the district attorney is not a good look part 1 & part 2

pov your best friend's wife hates you (valid)

damsel in distress part 1 & part 2

angry in the car

rusty visits his new home (jail) & more jail & shower in jail for emphasis

ray the slay saves the day part 1 & part 2 & part 3

Episode 3: Discovery

barbara at the bar

rusty gets angry by the pool

carolyn flashbacks

dilf makes sandwiches

raymond tries to save rusty's life but rusty does everything wrong as always part 1 & part 2 & part 3

raymond tells rusty to not say a peep

knights of the round table part 1 & part 2

more carolyn flashbacks

unpleasant family dinner again

panic at the bathroom part 1 & part 2 & part 3 & part 4

father and son

building rusty's narrative part 1 & part 2 & part 3 & part 4

even more carolyn flashbacks

Episode 4: The Burden

barbara and rusty reunite

rusty calls barbara

rusty interrogates his son part 1 & part 2

rusty's brain short circuits because he loves carolyn

rusty in the garage

rusty is the fuck up in chief (he's no longer chief deputy prosecutor so at least he's the chief of something)

rusty feels shame but not guilt part 1, part 2 & part 3

rusty in his study

nvm rusty has no shame and he puts detective rigo in trouble part 1 & part 2

cleaning up potential evidence with barbara part 1 & part 2

proof #infinity that rusty cannot go on the witness stand part 1 & part 2 & part 3

emotionally loaded kiss

post nut clarity (and giggles)

PART 2 OF THE MASTERLIST INCLUDES CONTENT FOR EPISODES 5, 6, 7 & 8.

DO NOT STEAL. DO NOT REPOST. I DO NOT ALLOW MY GIFS TO BE REPOSTED ON OTHER PLATFORMS.

Commentary

Episode 1 & 2

Episode 3

Episode 4

Episode 5

Episode 6

Episode 7

Episode 8

dividers credits: @/sizzlingcloudmentality