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bbina · 1 month

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it’s been a week since that night with wonbin and things between you and him have been a little weird.

these past recent days days wonbin has been facetiming more often, beginning to start petty arguments when you wouldn’t answer his calls and texts or when you’d blow him off to do something else you planned for the day. he’s been a lot clingier and you’re not too sure how to feel

in retrospect, you thought this whole fake dating thing with wonbin would only be until the trip ended just to cut some awkwardness between sungchan and his girlfriend, but after some unforeseen circumstances, you and wonbin had to keep playing pretend a bit longer. now everything has returned back to normal, you and sungchan finally patched up and you’ve gotten over him at this point. so you’re a bit confused on why wonbin is still keen on playing pretend

today wonbin asked again if you were free and if you wanted to go shopping with him since he feels bored and wanted to hang out but you responded that you were preoccupied with some family stuff with eunseok but in reality you didn’t have plans at all. you wanted to have some space between you guys for now especially after that night where he seemed to indirectly confess his feelings. this way you’ll have more time to think about how to break this arrangement you have with him as nice as possible without the possibility of hurting his feelings but you know otherwise that no matter how nice you put it, one way or another it will definitely strain whatever relationship you have with him right now

you could almost hear the frown on his face on the other line when you declined. the last thing he said was “oh okay. text me if anything happens, i’ll call you later” before he hung up the phone

you throw your phone on your bed as you flopped next to it, staring up at your ceiling just thinking about the past few months. how you’ve managed to convince all your friends that you and wonbin have been going out for a while and that you just decided to keep it a secret for god knows how long. you fear that your lies was gonna catch up with you soon but you shook away the thought

just as you could think more about the possible consequences of your actions, you hear someone knocking on your door.

you sat up in surprise. who could it be? could it be wonbin? did wonbin somehow find out that you lied that you were spending time with your family?

the door opens to reveal sungchan.

you let out a sigh in relief as you yelled at him for scaring you. sungchan simply just laughs and sits on the foot of your bed

“what do you want, jinsu?” you groan, lying back down on your bed, not even bothering to give him a glance

sungchan pokes your legs, “what’s with that reaction? aren’t you happy to see me come over?”

you rolled to your side, grabbing your phone as you scroll through wonbin’s updates. you begin to feel a little guilty for ignoring wonbin for the past few days. he deserves to know what you’re feeling

[1:27 PM] w ♥︎: just arrived in myeongdong baby [1:27 PM] w ♥︎: look at this hoodie. it’s such a vibe [1:28 PM] w ♥︎: y/nnnnnnn [1:32 PM] w ♥︎: ur taking too long to reply so i bought it. even if its new u can steal it if you'd like <3 [1:35 PM] w ♥︎: are u busy?? [1:43 PM] w ♥︎: baby this would look so good on u. do you want it? [1:47 PM] w ♥︎: passed by a jewelry store so i bought us matching necklaces [2:00 PM] w ♥︎: a reply might be nice..

instead of replying, you turned don’t disturb on and shut your phone off. sungchan notices your weird attitude and lays down next to you

“what’s wrong” sungchan asks as he pokes your cheek. you turn to face him and shrug,

“nothing”

“sure?”

“what do you want sungchan” you grumbled, rolling your eyes as you sit up. sungchan laughs, used to your mood swings. you wish he could just say it. you know he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to do something

“let’s hang out. i miss you” sungchan smiles, poking your sides making you jump. you hate how you’re so ticklish and sungchan knows that.

you grab your pillow and smack sungchan square in the face. sungchan lets out a low grunt of pain

“jesus christ when did you get so violent?” sungchan groans, “can’t i just ask to hang out with my best friend?”

“go bother eunseok instead” you groan, turning your back on him. you really didn’t want to deal with anyone today

“but eunseok doesn’t want to go out” sungchan whines, poking your shoulder endlessly but you still don’t budge.

“y/nnnnn” sungchan drawls, now laying next to you. with an irritated sigh, you sit up and shoo him out of the room as you get dressed. sungchan cheers as he heads out of your room. you rolled your eyes before chuckling. okay maybe there was no harm into this as it has been a while you hung out with sungchan one on one

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wonbin stares at his phone for what seems like the nth time today. it’s been a couple hours since he texted you and not once did you sent a reply back nor did you even look at his messages. the big "Delivered" staring right back at wonbin

wonbin frowns as he stares at his lockscreen which was a picture of you. you asked him to change it when you saw it since it was a candid picture of you laughing but wonbin didn't listen and insisted he keeps it because to him you look so cute much to your dismay

“why isn’t she replying to me..” wonbin mumbles to himself, shutting his phone off as he pockets it. he sighs and continues on his day. pretending that your sudden change didn’t affect him at all.

wonbin was walking to the bus stop when he passes by the cafe he was raving to you about. he wanted to go with you but you kept declining his invites to hang out.

as he was passing by, he sees someone familiar with his peripheral vision.

he knows that physique anywhere. it looked like sungchan. he stops walking and stands closer at the window to take a closer look

and lo and behold, it was in fact sungchan!

wonbin was about to enter the cafe to greet sungchan but then he sees that he was with someone. that someone being you

his eyes widened in shock. is that why you weren’t replying to him all day? was it because you were with sungchan all along?

wonbin doesn’t understand what got to him. his heart feels heavy and feels like he shouldn’t have seen you two together. he watches as your head falls back as you laugh at sungchan’s dumb joke. he watches how you look so happy to be with sungchan when in fact it could’ve been with him

his chest tightens at the sickly sight. he scoffs before forcing himself to walk away but the image of you and sungchan who seem to be out on a date is imprinted in his mind

without thinking, he fishes his phone out of his pocket and sends you a quick message.

“can we meet later? i'm coming over"

—

your phone vibrates on the table.

sungchan was telling you about how all the accusations of his ex girlfriend in regards to you back then during the trip. to the point he himself was beginning to question the security of their relationship that ultimately ended up with him and her breaking up.

“i always had a thought that if she didn’t accept who you are in my life then i wouldn’t want them in mine. so i’m really sorry about her” sungchan shares as he recalls everything that happened.

“it was kinda my fault too for ignoring you back then. the way you were acting with me probably caused her to think that way so i’m sorry too” you say apologetically, being empathetic for your best friend. he didn’t deserve that although you were a bit smug that you were right all along for not really liking his ex girlfriend. though it did bother you a little that his girlfriend may have seen through your façade

your phone vibrates again. this time sungchan notices and points it out

“you should probably answer that” he says. you pick your phone up to see what was up.

it was a message from wonbin. you furrowed your brows as you read the message. it felt a little cold to be coming from wonbin

“who is it? is it eunseok?” sungchan asked, peering over to look at your screen. you shake your head no and said it was wonbin.

“wonbin? how are you guys? still going strong?” sungchan continues to ask, his eyes wide. still not accepting the thought of you dating one of his closest friends. to him it almost felt fake cause why would you suddenly announce a relationship that he didn’t know about

“uh yeah” you smile fakely, trying to come up with an excuse for his follow up question. “i guess..”

“hmm i’ve always wondered why you never told me that you liked him. or even the fact that you two were dating all along” sungchan suddenly says outloud

it almost scared you out of your wits with how much sungchan managed to see through your lies. he literally hit it right on the dot. talk about bullseye

“sungchan.. i have to tell you something” you take a deep breath, closing your eyes before looking at sungchan who had worry evident in his eyes.

“you can tell me anything”

“i-”

your conversation is cut off short when your phone starts to ring. it was eunseok who was calling.

“hello?” you picked up, seemingly a bit confused on why eunseok was calling you when knows where you were at and that you were with sungchan

“wonbin’s here” eunseok’s stone cold voice coming from the other end. you hear some talking in the background and you hear wonbin telling him to tell you that it’s urgent and that he needed to see you, “do you want me to tell him that you’re out with su–”

“no! that’s exactly what you don’t tell him” you cut him off abruptly. for all you know, wonbin thinks you were out with your family (that of which included eunseok)

“woah. chill, i won’t” eunseok says, “but you really need to come home now. it’s getting late”

you look at sungchan and mouthed it was time to go. he nods and grabs his car keys on the table. you both stand up as you walk out of the cafe, eunseok still on the line

“wonbin looks upset. what did you do?” you hear eunseok ask as you get into the passenger seat. you already wince at the thought that wonbin caught you lying to him. you hear him talk to wonbin in the background and you’re literally praying to the gods that something else made wonbin upset, “whatever. forget i asked. i’ll see you at home” with that eunseok hangs up

you didn’t even realize that you were holding in your breath til you let out a deep exhale. sungchan looks over for a moment before keeping his eyes back at the road

“what’s wrong?” sungchan asks, worried.

“just eunseok wanting me to go home” you say. technically it wasn’t a lie, it is true that he wanted you home.

“oh, i thought something happened. anyway what were you saying earlier before you got cut off?”

you suck in a deep breath. mentally preparing yourself on what you were gonna say to sungchan

“just promise me you won’t be weird right after?” you plead, looking at sungchan who kept his eyes on the road. you watch as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. as if like he would let anything between you would change

“me and wonbin….. aren’t really together” you admit, bracing yourself for his reaction. sungchan suddenly slams on the breaks, causing you to jolt forward. you were thankful you had the seatbelt on or else you would’ve ended up with a concussion

“what the fuck sungchan!” you yelped as the car halts to a stop. it was a good thing you were at an empty street when this shit happened. who knows maybe sungchan could’ve caused a traffic accident

“what do you mean you and wonbin aren’t together?!” sungchan whips his head around to face you. completely caught off guard. what did you mean by that?

“i’m really sorry sungchan but it was all a lie” you admit, looking down at your lap as you let sungchan process your words. “i-i was really hurt that you had a girlfriend at the time and in the heat of the moment i blurted out that wonbin and i were dating but it’s all not true. we were just pretending til the trip ended. i’m so sorry”

sungchan looks at you with wide eyes. what did you just say?

“so all this time.. you and wonbin… weren’t actually together? but just pretending to? what the fuck, y/n?” sungchan was completely at loss of words. so all this time?

you can only wince at his reaction. you expected this to happen. it was inevitable. it was only about time til your little white lie caught up with you somehow and that time is now

“i’m sorry sungchan i really don’t know what got to me at the time”

“why?”

“huh?”

“why did you do it?”

“it’s because i liked you, okay?!” you finally explode, tired of keeping all of this inside. it was eating you inside out knowing that you were just using his friend– your brother’s friend to get back at sungchan.

“what?” sungchan blurts out, did he hear you right?

“yes! i liked you, sungchan! for the longest time! i had a crush on you all this time and when you revealed that you had a girlfriend i was hurt! i wanted to get over you so that’s why i did it. god!” you bury your face into your hands, embarrassed beyond measure. you want nothing in this world but to swallow you whole. it was too late now

the car ride turns silent after that. sungchan stunned by your outburst. he doesn’t know what to say or how to feel, even. but the question in his head remains, why say that now?

“i don’t know what to say…” sungchan starts, trying to come up with something but eventually ends up with nothing.

“i know you don’t feel the same. you’ll always see me as your best friend’s little sister and i get that! but i just had to get this off my chest since it’s eating me alive. now please take me home” you feel tears prick the corner of your eyes. you harshly wipe away your tears as you wish that this car ride would end sooner

maybe you should've kept this one to the grave

sungchan stays quiet after that. not wanting to make things even weird than they already were. he needed a few days to process everything. to think about everything that went down

after what seems like forever you two finally arrive at your house. you and sungchan don’t say anything when he puts the car to park. not wanting to make wonbin wait much longer, you start to unbuckle your seatbelt

“wait!” sungchan calls, his arm extended out to prevent you from leaving just yet. “i just wanted to say that thank you for telling me your feelings” he starts

you internally groan, not wanting this kind of conversation with him. the secret is out so there’s nothing else left to say. all you wanted was a bit of dignity left in you but you know that’s a lie.

“i think you already know where this is going?” sungchan sheepishly smiles. of course you know. you know damn well he doesn’t see you like that and he never will. you accepted that fact a long time ago

“i know sungchan. i know” you smile faintly at the boy. “from the get go i can already tell but i just wanted to come clean and forget all this happened”

sungchan can only smile apologetically as he watches you compose yourself. he now understands why you were so harsh and brash around him during the trip. it was normal for you to react like that especially since he kept having a girlfriend from you for a while and the fact you had to find out unprovoked on a trip with friends, it was pretty normal for you to react that way

“friends?” sungchan prompts, opening his arms.

“you dumbass!” you cried, wiping a stray tear from your cheek, “friends” you invite yourself into his arms.

you think of it as closure for this chapter in your life. you were finally free from the chains of your stupid little crush on your brother’s best friend

your little moment with sungchan gets cut off with eunseok yanking the car door open.

“why the fuck are you guys taking so damn long to get out– oh” eunseok stops rambling when he catches you and sungchan hugging. you pull away from sungchan’s hold when you whip your head towards your brother to see him standing there with a shocked look on his face and wonbin behind him

you made eye contact with wonbin and his expression was something you don’t ever want to see. he looks like he just got betrayed. hurt washed all over his features. you watch him as he purses his lips shut as you scramble out of sungchan’s car

eunseok clears his throat to cut the dead silence. it was unbearable for him as it was to you. you hated how you found yourself in this tight situation.

you were caught red handed by wonbin himself.

“uh, wonbin’s been waiting for quite some time now so..” eunseok notes, looking around for a distraction.

“i’m gonna go home” wonbin says coldly. his jaw clenched, trying to calm himself down. your eyes widened as you look at wonbin, “wait!”

“save it, y/n” wonbin hisses, walking away from your house.

eunseok looks between you, sungchan and wonbin. wondering what the fuck is happening before you ran after wonbin.

sungchan can only sigh as he watches you run after his friend. he looks at eunseok apologetically before leaving

“i’ll tell you everything later but for now let them talk” was all sungchan said before getting into his car and driving away.

eunseok simply blinks and walks back inside the house. mumbling “what the fuck”

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“wonbin wait!” you call out as you continue to run after him. wonbin scoffs, “go home, y/n”

as you catch up to him, panting for breath, you grab his arm, forcing him to look at you “wonbin it’s not what it looks like!” you cried out

wonbin turns around, his expression hardens,

“wonbin–”

“y/n, it’s exactly what it looks like” wonbin barks, yanking his arm back from your grip.

heart racing, you struggle to explain, “no i can explain–”

“blowing me off multiple times? ignoring my texts and calls for the past week? yeah i know where this is going. now go home” wonbin tries to shoo you off but the more he pushes you away the more his heart aches

frustration bubbles up inside you, “let me explain goddamn it!” you yelled, stopping your tracks to catch your breath. “you got the wrong idea. sungchan and i were just hanging out-”

“you lied to me. you said you were out with your family? don’t think i didn’t see you at that cafe because i definitely did” wonbin seethes, trying to contain his anger. he didn’t want to lash out on you but with the whole situation, it was hard not to.

your eyes widened at the fact all this time you were caught red handed by wonbin himself

“it’s still sungchan, huh” wonbin chuckles wryly, beginning to accept the fact that it’s always gonna be sungchan for you. you look at him confused. what?

you raise a brow, “what do you mean? sungchan was just telling me about how his ex girlfriend-”

wonbin stops in his tracks, slowly turning around to face you. did you just say ex girlfriend? oh right. sungchan and yujin broke up for a while now. so does that mean that whatever you have going on with him is now over? it’s done? just like that? after literally making you forget about sungchan, after all those heart to heart confessions here you go running back to him? it only took you a day to realize that you won’t need him anymore?

“ex girlfriend huh? i forgot he was single again. so i’m guessing you’re gonna go running back to him? i definitely got the right idea witnessing your little moment at his car back there now that his girlfriend is out of the picture. so are you two are finally together? is it a wish come true? huh, y/n?” wonbin presses on, taking a step towards you. he is in disbelief over the whole situation.

it can’t get any worse than this

his head is screaming at him to stop but he can’t. he’s so worked up that he couldn’t even process what he was saying.

with the way wonbin was talking to you right now, you know he was getting under your skin. you feel your eye twitch after hearing his accusations left and right when in reality he had no place in your life to be acting this way and saying such things about you like that. last time you checked, you two weren’t even a real thing!

“it’s like i’m the only one holding on to whatever we have going on, and it’s making me go fucking crazy.” wonbin fumes, his emotions getting the best of him

“we’re not even together! you’re not my real boyfriend so you don’t get to tell me shit! have you forgotten? we were just pretending to be in a relationship!” you finally snapped, feet stomped on the ground

at the same time you let go of these words, wonbin feels like his heart just broke into a million pieces. your words stinging. of course you two aren’t official. of course you two aren’t fucking real. of course. of fucking course. how could he forget? you were just using him to forget sungchan and he can’t believe how stupid he was to agree on such a thing or let alone even suggest that you use him to get over your best friend

there was a beat of silence after that. the realization of what you just said hits you not a moment later, you covered your mouth in shock. you were too engrossed in the moment to realize what you just said.

“wonbin i-”

“right,” wonbin begins. he starts to laugh hysterically that it’s scaring you. “i forgot”

wonbin finally looks at you. with a smile he says, “we’re not actually together. thank you for reminding me”

“wonbin no i didn’t mean it like that-'' you shakily reach out to him, hands trembling as you attempt to grab his hand but wonbin has already turned his back on you, shoulders tensed. right now he just wants to get out of here, away from you

“wonbin!” you call out, running after him again, desperate to make things right. but by the time you catch up with him, you realize that he’s crying.

wonbin is crying.

he is crying because of you. your heart aches at the sight. you definitely fucked up.

wonbin closes his eyes, letting his tears freely fall. he then looks at you, eyes filled with pain, betrayal and defeat. you opened your mouth to say something but wonbin beats you to it

“thank you for finally letting me realize who i really am to you because it's always gonna be him.. i honestly thought we’d become something after all those days and nights i’ve spent wiping your tears. i got to know you deep inside, i let you get to know me deep inside. i let you in only for you to let walk away with everything i had” wonbin pauses for a brief second,

“i let you break my heart, even if it meant i only get to have you when you needed it.”

wonbin suddenly cups your cheeks. his thumbs wiping the stray tears you didn’t even notice that were rolling down your cheeks

he takes a deep breath, trying to calm his breathing but it’s shaky. he then presses his lips against your forehead. it almost felt like he was savoring the remaining moments of what you two could’ve been

“i’m sorry i can’t be sungchan”

you widened your eyes at his statement. why does it feel like he’s saying goodbye? your chest tightens. it hurts. it hurts so much seeing wonbin like this. the weight of his pain was almost too much to bear and to think everything was all your fault

wonbin pulls away and rests his forehead against yours as he stares deeply into your eyes

“but do me one last favor" wonbin tucks some stray hair behind your ear. "please never talk to me again” he croaks. wonbin pulls your head to his chest for what seems to be the last time. wonbin squeezes his eyes shut, savoring this moment. this moment with you in his arms for the the last time

”what?” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the sound of both hearts breaking. you try to reach out again but he slowly pulls away. forcing himself to get away from you, from this mess, from everything. all he wanted was a breather

your tears are now fully rolling down your face as you continue to call out for him but to no avail, he does not turn back once. afraid that if he does, he would just come running back to you.

this time, wonbin chose himself. he always put you first ever since your fake relationship started. he had an internal debate with himself with the drawbacks of this entanglement.

wonbin knew what he was getting into but yet..

now all you can do is watch wonbin walk away from you and your life. your actions haunting you as you dwell in the fact that you did this to yourself. you caused this and now all you can do is watch your world crumble before you

between the lines ★ thank you

⤷ from what started as a simple arrangement to hide your feelings for a certain someone by getting into in a fake relationship soon turns into a tangled mess. in which some things are hard to tell when you can’t read between the lines

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kingcrow01 · 4 months

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DC x Marvel Fic Recs

@jas-per11 @letthedeadghostrest

Hello! I saw your post, and I've been meaning to rec some DC x Marvel fics anyways, so I'll do that here. I don't know what you've read, so I'll start with

Peter Parker / DC Series:

The Dark Matter Multiverse Series by @mysterycyclone

Dark Matter is the blueprint for most Peter Parker / DC fics, and it's also fucking fantastic. If you're reading a crossover and don't understand why, without explanation, Peter is talking to ghosts? Why he by default ends up living in a firehouse? Read Dark Matter.

Spider and Bat Friends Series by @emmacortana

So far, 12 well written and hilarious works from my all-time favorite author, Miss emmacortana. This, coming from someone with over 1,500 bookmarks. She's that good.

Bitsy and The Bats Series Series by @wibbwoby

Haven't read this one in a while, so I don't have much to say, but Rated T for Traumatized is an absolute classic.

Pizzaverse Series by Irisen

A heavier read, wherein Peter tries to keep his job, make rent, and has a lot of unfortunate run-ins with Gotham's rogues.

Peter & The BatBoys (Doctor AU) Series by @thepoppypress

Peter is the Wayne family's doctor. He has a... chaotic time. I've only read Part 1, but I am still including this here because it's a series.

Peter Parker needs a hug (From the BatFamily) Series by @true-blue-fool

Shorter fics about Peter bonding with the Batfamily. Part 3 is especially cute.

Spider and Bats Series by @superklutzkent

Peter Parker whump, featuring the Batfam. All of the whump.

Let's take a break and look at some DC x Marvel fics that DON'T feature Peter:

Steve Rogers: Man out of Time and Place Series by RavenclawAngel

After Civil War, Steve gets exiled to DCs earth and builds a new team.

from the nucleus flight Series by @blackkatmagic

Khonshu whisks (Comic) Moon Knight away to DC. Very well written and passionate. If it's not your thing, don't let the Bruce Wayne/Marc Spector tag dissuade you from reading; since it's unfinished, the ship hasn't happened yet, and it's too good of a fic to miss out on.

The Devil's in Gotham (Remastered) by @prince-link13

Matt Murdock moves to Gotham and befriends Jason Todd, his neighbor. Bruce Wayne/Matt Murdock

Marvel/DC Crossovers Series by @bamboozled-and-alone

What it says on the tin. My favorite, part 2, is Matt Murdock taking care of Damian Wayne.

Echolocation Series by Firecat23

Matt Murdock and the bats; though, part 6 does have Team Red, meaning Peter.

Back to our regularly scheduled programming:

Peter Parker slash fics:

Cassandra Cain/Peter Parker

Along Came a Spider Series by @rags-n-bones

Quiet Respite by @faeriekit

I'm not too far in this one yet, but it's Faeriekit, so it's bound to be good.

Peter Parker/Tim Drake, affectionately called redspider

a shining spider web by Selador

Needling by LaughingFreak

How dimension travel can lead to love. Series by Psychic_Queen05

My current Favorite Ongoing Peter Parker / DC Crossovers:

The Ones Burnt by This_is_lovin

After the events of No Way Home, Dr. Strange's magic sends Peter to Gotham. He wakes up in another boy's body, and has to deal with the consequences. Part one just ended with a bang, you all should be there for part two, it's gonna be awesome.

Arachnomaly by @songue85

The (Comic) Amazing Spider-Man, being neighborly in Gotham. Plus some sick art from the author.

time flies by (bye) by WHYISEVERYNAMETAKEN

Two difficult years after No Way Home, Peter ends up in Gotham, but with a whole lot of introspection. One chapter left; you better be there.

All of the rest, that didn't fit in the prior categories:

Unforeseen Consequences by @mysterycyclone

Gotta Get to Rock Bottom! by @emmacortana

Read the initial notes first.

Set Naked on Your Kingdom by sassydandelion

Peter's Gotham Debut by BlankGeode, Leeavy

This Was Home by @emmacortana

The Peter Parker Theory by nicfics

and even though we are strange and exquisitely scarred by Wingfeather6913

What happens in New York by @violent138

A Long Way From Home (And No Way Back) by Vivia_wants_boba

Ignorance is Death by No_idea_what_Im_doing_lmaooo

One Dead Spider by Miellonek

If you do check out any of these fics, always leave a comment. Authors love those, it’s like catnip to them.

#dc #marvel #dc x marvel #fic rec #spiderman #spider man #peter parker #ao3

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mrsriddlenott · 5 months

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12 Days Of SmutMas

18+ Only!! My first Fic Event!!!!!

I am literally so excited to do this bc I wanted to do an October/Halloween event but didn’t have the time so I hope you guys are excited with meee!!!!

These fics will start coming out on the 5th and 6th, (I’m giving the first 4 days to see what requests I get), then every other day until Christmas Eve with the last one coming out on Christmas Day👏👏

[Requests Closed]

1. First Christmas ~ James Potter 12/5/23

Summary: You and James have your first Christmas in your new flat together. You two have fun buying new decorations and deciding where they’ll go while getting distracted in every room you put them in.

2. Christmas Movie Marathon ~ JJ Maybank 12/6/23

Summary: You, JJ, and the Pogues spend Christmas together in the chateau watching all your favorite holiday movies, until your mischievous boyfriend gets bored and wants to distract you as well.

3. Family Christmas ~ [closed] Theodore Nott & Mattheo Riddle 12/8/23

Summary: Theo brings you and Mattheo to his family’s Christmas dinner for the first time making you a nervous wreck, desperate to make a good impression. The boys notices your anxiety and decide to help you with your nerves in Theo’s bathroom before you eat with his family.

4. Santa Clause Is Coming To Town ~ Klaus Mikaelson 12/10/23

Summary: When Klaus mysteriously returns from New Orleans, the Mystic Falls gang worries about what he’s planning, though his only plan is to convince you to join him for Christmas in The Big Easy, by any means necessary. Starting with lavish gifts, attention, and affections, and ending with his mouth wherever you wish it.

5. Decorate With Me ~ [closed] Mattheo Riddle 12/12/23

Summary: Alpha!Mattheo is too lazy to decorate the house for the holiday’s, thinking it useless, you however entice him to decorate one thing at a time as you strip for him, teasing him and escaping his grasp until all that’s left to do is place the ornaments on the tree, leaving him to decorate you.

6. Secret Santa ~ bsf!Sirius Black 12/14/23

Summary: Sirius gets your name for Secret Santa and decides to prank you by having you open a dildo in front of all your friends. However, he’s shocked and flustered when you jokingly say you’re grateful and you’ll need it since your sex life is stale. In private, Sirius tells you he’d like to change that.

7. Stocking Stuffers ~ [closed] Mattheo Riddle & Theodore Nott 12/16/23

Summary: Insanely horny Mattheo and Theo help you decorate for Christmas in your cute holiday themed outfit and hear you refer to putting gifts in their stocking as needing to stuff their stockings, and can’t help but get distracted by the idea of stuffing your stickings with a gift too.

8. Scrooge ~ Rafe Cameron 12/18/23

Summary: Rafe never had much Christmas spirit, luckily his girlfriend absolutely had enough for both of them. Conflicts ensue as you attempt to get him festive, and when he wakes up in a sour mood on Christmas of all days, you’re not having it, giving him a Christmas gift from under the sheets that makes him the most jolly mother fucker in Tanneyhill.

9. You Ruined The Surprise ~ [closed] Anakin Skywalker 12/20/23

Summary: Emperor!Anakin walks in on you wrapping his gifts on Christmas Eve, making you fear the holiday to be ruined, but he reminds you he still gets to wait and unwrap his favorite gift under the tree, you. Leading to a long night of teasing until he can finally unwrap his gift in the morning.

10. Office Party ~ boss!Bucky Barnes x Reader 12/22/23

Summary: Your job’s annual Christmas party is approaching and for the first time since your recent divorce, you will be without a date. Unbeknownst to you your boss and mentor will be facing the same issue, leading to an unforeseen Christmas gift with many consequences.

11. Gingerbread Men ~ [closed] Lorenzo Berkshire 12/24/23

Summary: Dark!Enzo happily helps you decorate your Christmas cookies, laughing as you decorate gingerbread men to look like each other to eat. Enzo jokes that your homemade cookie tastes amazing but no where near as good as the real you, leading to kitchen shenanigans.

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Unbound | Chapter 8, "Áine's Favorite Princess"

Áine Ts'sambra—a wayward half-drow bard with a painful past—has her world upended when she's snatched up by a Nautiloid ship and furnished with a tadpole to the brain. In her journey to remove the infestation before it can turn her and her newfound companions illithid, she not only finds that their solution has more layers to parse through than she can count, but that a particular vampire in her party does as well.

Unbound is an ongoing generally SFW medium-burn romance based in the world of Baldur's Gate 3 between Astarion and a female OC. Any NSFW content will be marked in the Warnings section. Contains angst, fluff, explorations of trauma, spice, graphic fantasy violence, and a guaranteed happy ending.

For anything additional on what to expect (and not expect), check the preface post.

Summary: Astarion assumes that Áine and Shadowheart are an item after their outing the night before. Astarion’s angry (jealous) behavior triggers Áine and bears unforeseen consequences. Astarion goes hunting and finds time to clear his head and worry about Áine out scouting with the others. Karlach is brought to camp and confronts Wyll. Áine and Astarion make amends and get cozy.

Pairing: Astarion x Fem!OC

Warnings: Graphic fantasy violence (more mention of it than description); angst; fluff; suggestive dialogue & content; Astarion being a shit; primarily from Astarion’s perspective; lightly proofread and a little struggled through writing-wise tbh

Word Count: 8.9k

Listening to: Daylight - David Kushner

Astarion was disturbed to realize the next morning that he’d underestimated the Sharran cleric. At least it certainly seemed as though he had, seeing as she and his intended target for a manipulative seduction all but had flower crowns after their little date the night before.

Frankly, he wasn’t sure what to make of it. They weren’t doing the sorts of romantic things that he’d be doing in their positions and weren’t exactly showing public affection toward one another in his learned sense of what that should look like. But they were affectionate—there was an obvious shift in their comfort in one another’s proximity and something unspoken that it was killing him not to be privy to.

Why? he wondered about his own volatile feelings. This changes nothing. If anything, I now get to steal her away from that smug little cleric.

It was a pleasant thought, but he still felt a bit poorly. It was a small wrench in a still-turning wheel, but something about seeing Shadowheart so comfortably settle right next to Áine at the campfire that morning set him on edge. Her cheek was all but resting on the bard’s shoulder.

His nerves started to knot in his chest. He did not doubt his abilities and proficiency in the carnal arts—he couldn’t afford to—but what he did doubt was Áine’s willingness to stray from Shadowheart if they were, in fact, together now. And they had to be! Friends didn’t act like that. Not that he’d experienced anything remotely close to a friendship for the better part of two centuries. Not only would a friend have both been a liability for him while in Cazador’s clutches—the sick bastard would’ve likely forced Astarion to kill said friend himself upon finding out that he’d developed a new attachment to exploit—but friends also took much longer and more work to secure, and you could do so much less with them. There wasn’t much point in them at all, he told himself.

Something akin to anger roiled in his stomach when he heard Áine giggle at something Shadowheart said near her ear. He was not jealous. This didn’t change a damn thing. He just needed to understand what he was dealing with before he proceeded. It was possible they’d simply had a fun tryst in the woods last night—Áine didn’t seem the type, but perhaps she’d given it a try and realized the fun in it—and if that was the case he didn’t have much to alter in his approach. If they were emotionally attached, then this would be more difficult to influence and he may have to resort to trickery to separate them.

The perturbed vampire saw his opportunity to get some answers when Áine finished her breakfast and returned to her tent to organize things for their jaunt today.

The decision had been made earlier that morning to leave their camp set up in its current spot while they explored the branching roads past and near where they’d fought the gnolls. Given the breadth of the area and the likelihood that they would retreat to the same clearing that night, it just made more sense than setting everything back up again later.

Wyll and Gale had volunteered to stay behind and watch over their tents and supplies while the rest of them went scouting. Astarion didn’t know for sure, but he suspected that they were both still recovering from the gnoll attacks—they were both the only humans in the group and while humans were hardy, recovery time seemed to be extended when they truly overexerted themselves. Another confirmation that friends were often more trouble than they were worth.

He tried not to linger overlong on the fact that he’d just thought of his traveling party, his unpaid bodyguards, even his companions, now as his friends while approaching their also-unofficial leader at her tent. “You look refreshed,” he commented as he stopped, leaning against one of her tent posts. She didn’t startle, so she’d either heard him coming or had anticipated his arrival.

Áine looked up at him and gave a friendly smile before looking back down at her bag. “I don’t know what you mean,” she said. “But thank you? I think.”

Astarion’s eyes settled on Áine’s hair, neatly braided again by Shadowheart’s doing similarly to one of their first nights as a smaller group. It felt so long ago somehow. His jaw set a little as the image of Shadowheart’s hands running through Áine’s hair flashed through his mind, artificial scenarios that may or may not have happened or may be yet to happen. Burying her fingers in those shiny tresses as she stole a kiss. Pulling it to force the bard’s head back and expose her neck. Better yet, pulling it to force eye contact while he—

“Did you want something?” Áine asked, snapping him out of his lewd thoughts.

They were welcome little notions, there was just one problem—where he should’ve been in his own godsdamned fantasies, he could only see that cleric getting everything he wanted. Everything that could come as some sort of unintended bonus to securing her loyalty and, in turn, his security. Yes, he wanted something.

Aloud, he said, “Of course I want something. Many things actually. Blood, revenge, gold, sex, a nice vintage… Not even necessarily in that order.”

Áine gave him a peculiar look as if she were trying to parse what he’d said in more than the only way he’d intended. It wasn’t an uncommon expression for her whenever they spoke, but it ticked something off in him this time. Perhaps because he was tired of her trying to find something deeper in their dynamic. He wasn’t a fool, he knew she’d looked for it more than once and had likely come up empty because he had nothing he was willing to give her. He was willing to bet that Shadowheart hadn’t needed to pass such scrutiny.

Based on the way her lips pursed, she’d come up empty again. No surprise to him. “That’s quite a list. But I meant is there something you want from me? You seem upset.”

Astarion’s hackles went up as she presumed that he would deign to be “upset” over her. They’d had some cute moments, sure, many of them orchestrated by him, but she thought herself too highly in his estimations. She thought she could hurt him? Upset him? Laughable, he thought as he crushed any feelings that rose to the surface and contrasted his mind’s claims. She was a means to an end and he’d gotten too swept into his narrative. She was strong enough to aid him and yet easy prey enough to require minimal effort. The ones that just wanted to be loved were always the easiest to lure in, break, and then build up again.

He lowered his voice. “You think you have the power to upset me?”

Áine’s brow furrowed and she looked at him like he was mad. “Clearly,” she said flatly, “but I didn’t ask if I’d upset you, I asked if you were upset in general. But sure, my question’s since changed. Have I upset you?”

Her challenge just stirred his ire. Ire that he was sure had to be directed at Áine, or even at Shadowheart because otherwise that just left the possibility that it was anger he had toward himself. “I would have to care what you do for you to have the capacity to upset me,” Astarion snapped, his words biting.

To his dismay, Áine snorted. “Astarion, come on. Drop the mask and just talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“You think you have me all figured out, don’t you,” he scoffed, a cruel smile splitting his face as he shifted away from the tent pole to step closer. He saw her demeanor respond in kind with hesitation and it felt gratifying. He was the one in control of their little dance, not her.

Áine didn’t move, her feet planted against his attempts to cow her with his stature. This felt a little too familiar and her mind began to fill with unwelcome faces from her past, all above hers as their bodies stood looming to intimidate and dominate. She tightened her grip on the straps of her bag when she felt her hands begin to tremble. “You’re too close,” she warned him, dropping her voice to a murmur.

The memory of Shadowheart sitting almost pressed against Áine’s side flashed through his mind and he sneered. “I’m too close… Of course,” Astarion gritted, giving a mock bow as he placed space back between them. “My apologies.”

“What has gotten into you?” Áine asked, trying to understand where his attitude stemmed from. It wasn’t for show, he was clearly upset, but she didn’t know why. And if he wouldn’t tell her, then she couldn’t help, if she even wanted to after the way his body language had just triggered her. “You know what, no. This isn’t productive.” Before he could ask what she was on about, Áine had turned her attention toward the other side of camp. “Gale?”

“Yes?” the wizard answered, just finishing scrubbing their cooking pot clean from breakfast.

“Feel like scouting today instead? Astarion’s going to hang back,” she said.

Astarion’s temper flared dangerously, the shock and hurt that lanced through him like oil dumped on an already crackling fire. Somehow over the roar in his ears, he heard Gale’s surprise mixed with an affirmation, and then receding footsteps as he went to get his things.

Áine returned her gaze to Astarion after she braced herself for the anger she knew she’d meet. Lowering her voice again, she said, “Whatever you need to do—rest, hunt, stir up Wyll and take verbal jabs at each other, I don’t care—focus on that today. You’re hereby relieved from dealing with me for several hours.”

With a flourish akin to the sarcastic bow he’d given her, she turned her back on him as one last show of confidence and left her tent to meet Shadowheart and Lae’zel lingering in silent proximity near the road. Astarion felt an overwhelming urge to reach out and snatch her the moment she dismissed him and their little spat, but he resisted. His teeth ground together as he tore his eyes off her and stormed back to his tent.

Astarion spent the better part of an hour brooding in there before he slunk back out to regard the empty camp, save for Wyll who’d given himself the job of cleaning up some assorted armor and sharpening his rapier. Scratch sat near Wyll’s side, panting contently and looking over at Astarion when he emerged from his abode. The dog’s wagging tail increased its tempo.

Wyll followed Scratch’s gaze and met Astarion’s eyes, offering him a nod and a hesitant smile. “Have anything you want sharpened?” he cautiously offered. Astarion couldn’t decide if Wyll seemed nervous because he was picking up on his mood or because he’d been unexpectedly left alone in the camp with the local vampire.

Astarion started to dismiss his offer when he caught himself and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Sure. Thank you,” he gritted, removing his shortsword and dagger from his hips, where he’d left them even after being replaced for scouting duty. He approached Wyll and set the blades were directed, one now-empty hand patting Scratch’s head when the dog whined for his attention.

“Going hunting today?” Wyll asked, trying to sound as casual as if Astarion was a ranger instead of a vampire. Astarion gave him a curious look, wondering how he knew he was thirsty until Wyll motioned toward his own eyes and added, “Your shadows have returned.”

Astarion’s hand rose to brush the underside of his right eye. “That happens regularly when I’ve not fed?”

Wyll was confused until he remembered Astarion wouldn’t know this about himself without a reflection. “It seems to,” he said. “They don’t look bad, but it is the only thing I’ve noticed personally that tells me you’re wanting for blood. I’m not offering, just to be clear.”

The vampire smirked and dropped his hand from his face, pocketing the small revelation. The featureless plane of his own forgotten face in his mind had occasional dark shadows beneath where its eyes should be now. It was something at least. “Didn’t even cross my mind, darling,” Astarion said honestly, glancing toward the woods. “But I should see what I can find. I will be back.”

“Happy hunting,” Wyll said, his attention returning to his sword.

Astarion took his thirst and his irritation out on the first handful of forest creatures he came across, likely being a little too violent in his hunt or at least more feral than he needed to be to take down a couple of rabbits and another boar. He’d hoped for something a little more substantial after having his first few swallows of fresh blood and realizing just how thirsty he’d become. His agitation did lose its jagged edges once he felt more sated, but there remained some pieces of his earlier mood that no amount of blood was going to shake.

The first and most present of those pieces was lingering irritation. At Áine for dismissing him so easily. At Shadowheart for intercepting his advances. At Gale for being his unwitting replacement in the scouting party. Which wasn’t exactly Gale’s fault, but why was it always fucking Gale?! The majority of his irritation was directed inwardly though, now that he’d had time to think it all over. Not only had his reactions been over the top due to his thirst and, fine, jealousy as well, but it also hadn’t solved anything regarding getting Áine away from Shadowheart. He’d probably just made things harder for himself.

Sitting atop a sunbathed rock beneath a break in the canopy and letting the light warm his skin, Astarion ran his tongue over a lingering trace of blood on his index finger, crimson eyes pensive and faraway. Irritation was a familiar sensation, but the lurking variables under that layer weren’t as easy to parse at first blush. Whether the feelings were new or simply boxed up for so long while he’d existed in environs where feeling anything was a hazard to his survival, that just meant that it took longer to comprehend his reactions to things and usually only after he’d already reacted.

Luring targets to the Szarr family castle had been different—they were calculated efforts, his successes necessary to avoid punishment. Forced feedings of rancid, decaying rats and roaches. A year of uninterrupted entombment in a moldering casket. Commands to torture himself with special, specific directions on how he should do it and with what implements but never harshly enough to scar save for the poem Cazador had decided to compose on his back. His old master had always said that his body was his only source of usefulness, and find use for it he did. Disfiguring Astarion, he’d said, would only give him a reprieve from his work that he didn’t deserve.

Astarion’s mouth twisted downward at the knots he felt prevailing in his stomach. They’d had nothing to do with his thirst, which led him to his only other theory and one that troubled him more deeply than he cared to admit. He was worried. About her.

There was no denying it—they’d spent the majority of their time together fighting as a unit and through that, he’d learned a lot about the way she fought. Áine often took on a supportive role in the offensive if Lae’zel was present to take the frontline, but if the githyanki for whatever reason wasn’t in the mix, Áine was that frontline fighter. When they were at an advantage, she almost looked like she was dancing, gracefully weaving amongst blades and arrows to deliver her blows with equal precision and style. What could he say, she was fun to watch when she knew she was winning because she was having fun in battle—they were alike in that way.

When they were losing though, like yesterday with the gnolls, it was as if a switch flipped inside her. Áine became grounded and heavy-hitting, she became a powerhouse that wasn’t just fun but fascinating to watch. And that was where she made all her mistakes. Scared for her friends, Áine was quick to bite off more than she could chew and draw the enemy’s attention to herself to give the rest of them time to reset. Her attention divided as well, narrowing into what was in front of her and the status of her allies, which meant he’d taken to picking off enemies coming up on her flank before she even saw them. Sometimes he’d take out a threat without her noticing even after the fact, which he tended to prefer. It was something he would feel sheepish about if she realized how often he looked for her on the battlefield, how much he instinctively prioritized her over the others, even their healer.

Their hellion of a bard was, in those times especially, a force to be reckoned with, but she became reckless in that and missed minor things. When he was in the fray with them all, this didn’t worry him. Now that she was out of sight though and he knew there was a high probability that they’d find something to scrap with on the roads around them, he felt the dread creeping in. Shadowheart would be too focused on healing—which she should be instead of moving in on his damn territory—and Lae’zel was a frontlines gal like Áine who would operate in much the same way but somehow even more singlemindedly.

And then there was Gale. Gale would be left to watch Áine’s back and Astarion simply didn’t trust him to do it properly. It was a strange feeling, at least from the hellish landscape of his vivid memories that seemed to rot away any earlier than his rebirth as a vampire spawn, to be angry with someone and still worry for them. Because he was still upset with her, namely for making him stay behind after his temper had waned with his thirst finally quenched. His closest line of comparison was the vague sense of pity he felt for his siblings still under Cazador’s thumb back in the city, as he had to assume they bore the brunt of whatever punishments Cazador could no longer reach him with. But he didn’t truly care what happened to them. They were simply all similarly wretched victims of the same monster of a man.

Perhaps because he still had a use for her or because to some degree he depended on her, he was worried about Áine’s safety. That was the line he tried to feed himself. The truth of it was that when he visualized the potential disasters they could find in their patrol, when he imagined Lae’zel struggling and needing Shadowheart’s clerical attention while Áine plunged to take on the enemies’ pressure and leaving her flank wide open…

His stomach turned.

The sun slipping past the canopy and canting toward the horizon line wasn’t the only thing that sent a ripple of cold through his already icy bones. What if she died out there? Shadowheart surely wouldn’t let that happen, and even Gale had some healing ability in a pinch. But if they all fell and no one was left to heal her…

Astarion didn’t quite register when he got to his feet and started loping toward camp. It was nearing twilight, surely they’d be back by now. If they weren’t, he could safely assume something was wrong and go track them down himself with little to no suspicion or pushback from Wyll. He could swing it in the direction of curiosity instead of concern. He could—

—bleeding Hells, he could smell her blood.

He picked up his pace to a run, only slowing back down when he reached the trees that lined their camp. At first, he thought that he could’ve imagined the scent for all his fretting, but he was proven wrong as it only grew stronger the closer he got to camp and those earlier imagined scenarios started to claw their way back into his head. There was no question that it was hers either—he knew her particular bouquet anywhere.

Astarion walked out from between his tent and Lae’zel’s and into what appeared to be an argument with a brand new, bizarre person in the mix. It was only after his eyes devoured every face in the camp and confirmed one of them as Áine’s that he let his attention deviate to what appeared to be Wyll squaring off with a fiery tiefling who looked like she could easily snap him in two. He was grateful for something else to focus on, especially a potential fight, while he shelved everything he’d uncovered about his foolish little attachment that day.

She was there and she was alive, upright even. She was bleeding or had bled at some point that day, but whatever it was must’ve been minimal. Astarion allowed himself to shift his gaze from Wyll and the tiefling over to Áine, who looked focused on but fatigued by whatever confrontation was taking place.

“—you don’t know what you’re asking me to do!” Wyll was saying to both the tiefling and Áine. Something shook in his voice. What in the Hells was going on? As Astarion scoped out the newest, towering face in the clearing, his gaze fastened on her broken horn. Was this the “devil” Wyll had talked about being tasked with killing back in the Grove?

“I’m asking you to live, Wyll,” the tiefling said. “I don’t want to hurt you. And to be frank I’d rather not find out how the Blade got his name.” Eyes as fiery gold as a dragon’s turned pleading. “I swear to you, on all that I am, that I’m not what you think.”

Wyll looked at the tiefling and then at Áine’s steely gaze. Then at others, all standing nearby and wearing similar expressions of muted hope that he’d back down. “Shit… Shit!” he finally gritted and there was something cathartic to Astarion about hearing the usually quite poised and smoothly operating Wyll just swear up a storm. “You really are no devil, are you? I’ve… I’ve been deceived.”

The red-hot tiefling sighed her relief. “Thank the gods… Thought I was going to have to take your head.”

Astarion was disappointed in not at least seeing the onset of such a fight, even if he’d rather it didn’t finish. Aggravating as he could find Wyll, he was growing on him and the tiefling seemed too good a potential ally to lose.

Wyll smirked. “You would’ve died in the attempt, but…there have been enough threats today.”

The tiefling smiled. “Truce then, hey?”

“Aye. Truce,” Wyll agreed with a firm nod. In a heartfelt tone, he added, “I see the good in you, Karlach. I promise not to lose sight of it, even when the Hells burn hottest.” It was his form of an apology that well surpassed the superficiality of the average apology.

Ah, Karlach. That had been the name Wyll had mentioned at the Grove. It had been on the tip of his tongue for the past few minutes Astarion had been spectating and bothering him all the while.

His eyes once more found Áine, who finally seemed to feel as though she could let her guard down with Wyll and Karlach, her frame relaxing now that there was no longer a need for her to run interference. She started toward her tent and their eyes met. For a split-second, he feared what he’d come to learn he deserved, what he’d anticipated in their first spat that had also taken place back at the Grove. Dismissal, rejection, hatred… A roulette wheel of equally devastating outcomes. This was why it was better to remain indifferent. He wished he knew what had gotten into him with her so he could amend it and have the situation on lock again.

The rate at which his mind raced made that instant feel like an eternity, but it truly was only an instant. He realized that when Áine’s expression finally adjusted to acknowledge him, which was already an improvement on the possibility that she could just ignore him. Her eyes darted meaningfully toward the cluster of companions behind her before they returned to his and widened with cartoonish exasperation. Astarion couldn’t help the smirk that curled his lips, dropping his head to hide his amusement, but not before she saw. He could hear her quiet giggle from where she crouched by her tent, sliding her bag off her shoulders and then slipping into her canvas curtain abode to change clothes. Astarion still wondered why he’d smelled her blood on returning to camp, but at least she seemed fine. More than that, she didn’t seem mad at him anymore.

He only cared about how it affected his plans for her. He would lie to himself until he believed that.

Astarion settled into his usual spot on the pillows outside his tent, idly listening to the bustle of the camp while he parsed through one of his books. Even the most basic tomes they’d found so far in their travels intrigued him, doing well to stir his mind back to life after being deprived of anything but the few faded, crumbling volumes he’d scrounged up in the Szarr dungeons. His occasional run-ins with anything of interest during his outings to find prey for his master had either fallen into the realm of crusty copies of A is for Azuth, and Other Gods, specifically the first volume, stuffed in the inn room nightstands where he sealed the deal with his targets, or a fleeting glance of something genuinely new and interesting that he’d spot and covet in a bookshop window or the arm of a passing student. Bringing something like that back to his little rathole with him would only result in the intriguing new material being snatched up, mocked, and then burned by Cazador or Godey before they began burning him too.

The first book he’d picked up in the crypt where they’d found Withers had felt like a precious little sin, like something he still needed to hide. But the longer he was away from Cazador’s influence, the more that reflex had slowly waned and he’d made a habit of reading his findings outside where he could be seen. It was preferable, comfortable even, and it was a sort of middle finger toward his old master and the gods who’d turned their backs on him in his cell. Astarion would sit comfortably and absorb as much as he could, and maybe discover something to prolong his freedom and increase his power in the process while learning anew about the world he lived in.

Still, when he heard footsteps heading toward him, his fingertips gripped the binding just a little tighter, as if tensing for the little reprieve to be ripped from his hands. His reaction lasted only a second as the trauma response slipped and also as he recognized the footsteps drawing nearer.

“Can I disturb you for a few minutes?” Áine asked, seemingly trying to be mindful of interrupting him. Always a new experience with this one.

“Seeing as you already have, my dear,” Astarion playfully pointed out, “I would be most disappointed if you didn’t proceed.”

“I don’t know why I ask,” Áine murmured, but she was clearly amused. The bard sat down across from him on the rug, looking more comfortable now that she was in the soft leather pants and ruffled shirt that she frequently wore and fell asleep in on at least one occasion when they made camp.

With a curious expression on her face, she leaned forward and reached toward the book he held, pausing when she noticed his grip tighten this time. Her eyes met his and she dropped her hand, instead tilting her head to see the cover without encroaching on his activity. “Fables of Faerûn… Volume five?” she read, guessing at the volume number when she couldn’t crane her neck enough to see it.

Astarion felt silly for being so on edge about anyone touching his things. But he’d never really owned anything since before he could remember, he’d never had anything to call his own. And it felt nice, but also too easily lost. He tilted the book so she could see the cover without straining herself, showing her that she’d guessed correctly about the volume number. “It was in that apothecary cellar we looted,” he admitted, “and my options were limited.”

Áine smiled. “You don’t have to justify what you’re indulging in,” she said. “Fables are nice. Wyll brought one up in conversation just the other day.”

“Of course he did,” Astarion said, dogearing the page and closing the book. He knew he needn’t be sheepish about what he chose to read, especially when pickings were slim, but he did still feel a bit hyperaware of how he came off. “My guess is that you didn’t want to discuss children’s tales in coming here though?”

“I could be swayed, but you’re right,” Áine said, subconsciously picking at the braid that fell over her shoulder. It was messier than it had been this morning before they’d set out and its loose starlight-colored tendrils did make the style more her own. He still felt a pang in his chest at the thought of Shadowheart with her hands in Áine’s hair again, this time under new intentions. He could only assume that this feeling would go away after he managed to bed her—after he’d worked his way a bit further into her feelings, into her needs, she could do the same with anyone else she wanted. The threat of her entering an exclusive relationship with someone and feeling bound to them before he could get there would make his scheming moot before it even had time to execute. “Wyll mentioned that you went hunting today?”

Astarion’s brow furrowed. “Yes… And?”

“And do you feel any better?” Áine asked, a tiny frown on her lips. He’d already started to form a retort that he was fine in the first place when she disarmed him. “I’ve been worried.”

His jaw set, her words making him both falter and further withdraw from what he felt. She was worried about him? In the same sense that he was worried about her? Or was she worried that he was thirsty for her own and everyone else’s sake? Did she think him a monster?

Astarion frowned. “I’ve already said that I would not try to drink from you without asking again, and I meant it,” he said, going with the latter of his assumptions that she was just anxious about a hungry vampire in her camp.

Áine immediately looked distressed. “That’s not what I meant,” she said, raising her hands in a placating gesture. He remembered how those hands had felt in his when he’d been holding them the other night while trying to convince her to take their discussion about his vampirism back inside her tent following their tumble out through the door flap. “I’m worried about you, not the fact that you’re thirsty. Wait, that didn’t come out correctly either. I’m worried about you being thirsty because I don’t want you to be thirsty, not because I feel threatened by—”

“I get it, I get it,” he mumbled, waving her off and swatting away the sensation her words gave him as well. “I’m fine. I did hunt and I did drink and I’m just peachy now.”

Áine sighed. He wished he could read her mind to understand what it meant. Technically he supposed he could with the parasite, but not without her knowing. Distantly he remembered both occasions that their minds had connected, and still felt violated by it as he was sure she did as well. Now that he thought about it, he was surprised she hadn’t pressed about anything she’d seen in his memories that second time it had happened in her tent. She was either keeping her cards close to her chest in that regard or she didn’t think it was her place to ask. Or perhaps she didn’t care. Just looking at her though—her compassionate nature, her round sweet amber eyes—he knew that the last possibility he considered wasn’t the case at all. Poor thing cared too much for her own good, in his opinion.

Her features twisted and she seemed to be conflicted about his answer or perhaps what she wanted to say in response. Whatever it was, she pushed it down and decided not to say it. His curiosity became increasingly difficult to ignore. Unnerved by the silence, Astarion asked, “So, it seems that the scouting trip today was…eventful at least?”

“Eventful is a word for it,” she agreed, seeming grateful for his intervention. “We found Karlach down by the riverbend and helped her get rid of some fake paladins that were tailing her for Zariel.”

Astarion’s brows rose. “Zariel? Why?”

“She was apparently one of Zariel’s best, as she said it, ‘attack dogs’,” Áine explained, quickly adding, “not by choice though. Karlach was on the Nautiloid too and that got her out of Avernus and the Blood War frontlines for good…we hope.”

“And Wyll was hunting her when they both were taken?” Astarion clarified. When Áine nodded, he asked, “For whom?”

Áine shook her head. “He wouldn’t tell me then and he’s not told me now. He seems to think he’ll have a reckoning for not killing her though.”

“Great,” Astarion sighed. “Well, I suppose as long as the reckoning doesn’t have a blast radius, we should be fine.”

Áine snorted. “That would be the last thing we’d need, a godsdamned bomb dropping on camp.”

Around them, their companions had started to retire to their tents, tossing goodnights their way in passing and leaving them in a more private setting for their conversation. Astarion’s gaze flitted over the last two of their travel party still up and chatting across the clearing while Scratch kept them company, Karlach and Wyll. They were too wrapped up in their own conversation to be paying any attention to theirs.

He returned his gaze to Áine, the tickle of her blood’s scent still teasing his senses. “Did you get hurt out there today?”

Áine was equally zoned out, it seemed, his question causing surprise to blossom on her face. “Hm?” she wondered bemusedly. “Why do you ask?”

Astarion gave her a scolding look. “Because I smell your blood,” he said as if it were obvious.

It occurred to him after he pointed it out that she could also very well be having her monthly bleed, but she seemed to remember something then and adjusted her hair off her shoulder to show him a scratch that was already on its way to healing. “Karlach had a bit of a rampage through the tollhouse the ‘paladins’ had taken over, and I took a bit of shrapnel to the shoulder,” she explained. “It’s fine, it just caught somewhere my armor didn’t cover because of course it did…”

Satisfied that it was minor, Astarion nodded. Áine surprised him yet again by asking, “Is it bothering you?”

“Is what bothering me, darling?” Astarion asked.

“The smell. Or the sight, too, I guess,” she asked, giving a polite smile and wave to Wyll as he bid them goodnight and walked past them into his tent. Karlach had retired to the tent they’d set up for her as well and Scratch was curled up by the campfire, his head rested contently atop his paws. “I can—”

“Sweetheart, you always smell enticing,” Astarion informed her, smirking when that drew a blush to her cheeks. “I can control myself just fine though. I’d hardly be a useful ally if I started salivating every time you or someone else here got hurt.” Áine went quiet, staring at him as she warred within herself. He tried to read her expression, disgruntled when he couldn’t. “What is it?” he asked at last.

Áine drew in a deep breath and swept a fleeting glance around camp before her eyes returned to his and she said, “You…can, you know. If you want. If the animals today weren’t enough.”

Astarion’s brows rose, his throat prickling with want. He swallowed against it, wondering about a motive. Was this some sort of trick? Even if it was… “Are you sure?” he asked, expressing interest to see what she did next.

“I think so,” she said, almost seeming a bit shy about her offer. Gods, if she afforded the same demeanor to when he managed to get in her bed, the experience would be even more delicious than expected. He might even enjoy their sex, a first for him in the better part of two centuries. Better to not get his hopes up, he decided. Astarion’s eyes followed her hand as she reached up to tug an amulet from beneath her shirt, the golden one that the tiefling child had tossed her after they’d saved him from the harpies. “Gale told me that this has a lesser restoration spell inside it. Which might make these situations easier to recover from. For me, I mean.”

“I see,” Astarion said, still not completely understanding where this was coming from. “Worth a try, of course. Although I do wonder where this generosity is coming from.”

Áine blinked. “You asked about the blood because you’re still thirsty, no?”

No, I was worried about you, little fool. “Well, of course, but that doesn’t quite answer my question, dearest,” Astarion said.

The bard looked down at the amulet she still toyed with between her fingertips as she said, “I just want you to be okay, alright? I told you, I was worried. I still am. And if this is what helps…” She lifted her gaze back to meet his and presented her wrist. “Then I’ll do it.”

Astarion eyed the pulse point of her wrist. He could hear its little flutter from where he still reclined against his cushions. He really did have her wrapped around his finger, didn’t he—the realization eased his nerves around ensuring he stayed protected, but that came with the slightest sliver of guilt that he snuffed out as soon as it surfaced.

His crimson eyes dragged from her wrist to her eyes, which watched him anxiously. Astarion set his book aside and reached forward with this other hand, his fingers wrapping around her offered wrist. The warmth that leeched from her skin into his palm was intoxicating. Gently, he pulled her toward him, his hooded red eyes moving lazily back to meet hers when he felt her resist.

Astarion nodded toward the scratch on her shoulder. “No need to make a fresh wound, darling,” he said. A playful smile curved his lips, all the guile of a wolf luring in a lamb. “Come here, my little treat.”

Áine groaned and rolled her eyes, but let him tug her in closer until she sat on her knees between the frame of his long legs, their faces just inches apart. “Please don’t make this weird,” she mumbled, but her face was burning hot and he could hear her heart picking up its pace under his attention. He chuckled and she gave him a withering look, seeming to know he could sense, in full, her body’s reactions to him.

Her blush deepened as he traced his thumb over the inside of the wrist he still held, his free hand adjusting her hair away from the minor injury she’d shown him before. He let his hand linger against her braid, his eyes devouring the sight of her sitting in front of him offering him her blood.

Astarion traced his fingers from her hair down to her collar, adjusting it so he didn’t get blood on her shirt, and drew her in even closer until her warm, tense frame was pressed against him and the sealed wound on her shoulder was perfectly at his lips. Her hands were planted against his chest, her spine rigid as she tried to maintain some distance between their bodies. He inhaled deeply, the lingering scent of her blood and sweat on her skin mixed with the faint spice of mint leaves created a heady concoction that made him subconsciously tighten his hold on her.

He heard Áine’s breath hitch and he smiled before dropping his head down to her shoulder, her muscles tensing when his lips grazed her wound. “I will be gentle,” he murmured against her skin and used the razor-sharp edges of his fangs to quickly slice the scratch back open. Áine jolted faintly but stilled when Astarion’s lips closed around the wound and he began to suck the blood into his mouth in long, languorous pulls. His lashes fluttered—like the first time, she was pure ambrosia on his tongue.

As he drank from her, he felt her slowly relaxing against him and he welcomed her in. His hands rested against her waist and the small of her back, his senses comfortably cocooned in her scent and warmth. Astarion eventually licked her wound closed when he decided he’d had a sufficient taste, but grew a little concerned when she didn’t move from his chest. There was no way he’d drained her, he wasn’t even sure he’d had as much as he’d taken the first time.

He wasn’t able to get a look at her face, which was nestled against his shoulder, so he murmured into her ear instead. “Have you perished?” he asked her teasingly, knowing she was fine as he could feel her heartbeat reverberating through his own chest.

“Quite tragically, I’m afraid,” she mumbled. Her warm breath permeated the fabric of his shirt and met his cold skin, sending a delicious little chill through him.

Astarion chuckled and glanced down as she fumbled for the amulet around her neck, a faint flash of green pulsing from the gem on the pendant when she used it. “Well? Was the wizard correct?” he asked.

“It seems like it,” she said. “I do feel better, but I also didn’t feel as lightheaded as the first time. Certainly can’t hurt to keep.”

Amused, the vampire noted that despite her claims that she felt more or less fine, she still hadn’t moved off of him. “Are you sure, you seem a bit faint, dearest,” he teased her.

“Oh, quiet,” she mumbled, finally moving her hands off his chest and sliding her arms to rest around his shoulders instead. Some of her blood rose to flush his cheeks, much to his dismay. “It’s a rare opportunity I have right now, I intend to savor it.”

Astarion’s expression became bewildered. “Trust me, darling, being bitten by me isn’t a rare opportunity at all if you enjoyed it that much this time around…”

“I’m not talking about that and you know it.”

He did know it, but instead of admitting that, he sighed against her hair and gathered her closer as he eased further back into the pillows until he was lying down with Áine curled on top of him. “I thought I said I would find us another moment,” Astarion murmured, one arm wrapped around her waist while the other toyed with her braid.

“You did, technically,” she murmured, settling in with a contented sigh. The sound made him smile. “Although if I get the credit for this, then I’ll say you were taking too long.”

Astarion snorted. “My apologies, my sweet,” he mumbled and he felt her quiet laugh shake her body. He hesitated but then allowed himself to broach the topic that had been burning in him from sun-up. “I must admit I was surprised to find you injured after your adventure today… I would’ve thought your lover would’ve fixed it right up for you.”

That got her attention. Áine lifted her head just to turn herself to look at him while they snuggled. Her cheeks remained flushed as she looked up at him, her expression confused. “What do you mean, my ‘lover’?” she asked and her mystified question planted something disgustingly like hope in his dead heart.

His expression smooth, Astarion met her eyes and said, “The cleric, of course. Didn’t you have a nice rendezvous last night? You both seemed awfully cozy this morning.”

Áine’s face went red anew and it told Astarion what he needed to know. She still seemed to have interest in him though as well, so this was still feasible. Then why did his chest ache? It was surely just the weight of her creating a sore spot. He almost rolled his eyes at his own thoughts—he’d never before fed himself such a stupid lie.

“You’re going to laugh at me,” Áine said, interrupting his thoughts, “but I didn’t realize it was a date until it was almost over. We came to an understanding that we were strong in our friendship and that was as far as it needed to go.”

“Poor dear,” he tsked, although inside he was preening to know that there was nothing between them. “Then is it simply out of pity that you were letting her hang all over you this morning?” Is it out of pity that you’re hanging onto me now?

Áine frowned. “Of course not. Last night simply made us more comfortable with each other. You needn’t be romantic with someone to show affection,” she reasoned.

This was unheard of by Astarion’s knowledge of the world and all the scummy ways in which it worked. The only kind touches he’d received in as long as he could remember were tainted by hidden agendas and greedy, careless lust. They were given as if he were an object, not kind in their treatment of him, but kind so he wouldn’t break before he could be used. Frowning back at her, Astarion ventured to ask, “Is this also something you would seek from a friend?”

She nervously bit her lower lip, holding it between her teeth. He wanted to incline his head and steal it from her with his own. “Do you want that to be why?”

Astarion scoffed. “Since when does it matter what I want?” he asked rhetorically, a question meant to dismiss hers and encourage her to answer with a statement instead.

Áine just, as ever, surprised him with what she said. “Since always,” she grumbled, causing that sting to return to his chest. Bless her, she had no idea.

Outwardly, he just smiled and shook his head at her. “Answer my question, darling.”

Áine hung onto her silence for a long agonizing moment before she exhaled the breath she was holding and muttering, “No, I don’t only have friend-based feelings for you, you absolute shit.” That caught him off guard enough to make him laugh out loud. She was massaging her temples when he looked back down at her. “But those friend-based feelings are there if that’s preferable. We don’t need to discuss it now, I just want to make sure you know that. Okay?”

“I’m not sure I know what you mean,” Astarion admitted.

Áine thought about her next words before she said them. “I mean that this doesn’t only mean something to me if it goes a certain way,” she said. “It means something to me regardless of whether it becomes a friendship or something more than that…or even less, too. I’m just grateful I’ve gotten to meet you. Even if you’ve threatened my life…is it twice now?”

Astarion chuckled. “Technically only once as I didn’t intend to kill you the second time, but sure.”

Áine smiled, her dark honey eyes drinking him in. “Hmph. Well, my apologies, my sweet,” she said, mirroring his earlier tone and making him chuckle again. Her eyes became speculative by the time he looked at her again. “...Wait, were you jealous? Was that what this morning was about?”

Shit. “Hush,” he grumbled as she read his reaction, and a bemused but entertained expression brightened her face. He was still reeling a little from the agency she’d just handed him in deciding where their “perhaps” of a connection would go as if it were simple for her to do so. She didn’t realize what it meant, what it felt like, to have that offered autonomy for the first time. He focused on what he did know how to handle instead for the time being. “Seeing you frolic about with Shar’s favorite little princess was a bit disconcerting. That’s all.”

Áine was the epitome of smug and he noticed it gave her usual smirk an even slyer, feline edge. It was unbearably sexy. “Astarion, look at me please,” she chided him after he’d rolled his eyes away from her.

He sighed and leveled his most exasperated gaze at her, one eyebrow arched high. “What is it?” Astarion asked, practically daring her to tease him.

“This is important, so I need you to listen carefully,” Áine said, her features becoming quite serious as she spoke. He didn’t trust it, but he paid attention. “Shadowheart may be Shar’s favorite princess, it’s true… But you’re mine, okay?”

“Fuck off.”

Áine fell apart with giggles while Astarion stared at the sky, shaking his head and grumbling under his breath. Through her laughter, she managed an apology that was the opposite of sincere and he noticed that small beads of tears had sprung to her eyes. He swallowed the smile that threatened his own features to save face.

Her smile lingered as Áine started to pick herself up from her spot against his chest. She stood up and the night felt suddenly chilly without her. “I’ll let you rest now, thank you for indulging me,” she chuckled, straightening her shirt and pulling her sleeve back up over her shoulder.

When she was smoothing out her pants, her hand suddenly paused against her hip. “Oh, I almost forgot again,” Áine said, reaching into her pocket and extracting something small that she offered down to him.

Hesitantly, he reached up to take whatever it was, thinking perhaps it was another joke until he saw what she’d handed him—a little spool of golden thread.

He froze.

“I found it in one of the chests we looted the other day and kept forgetting to give it to you. I don’t know if it’ll exactly match the embroidery on your doublet, but hopefully it’s close,” Áine was saying. “Anyway, goodnight, Astarion.”

Astarion was still staring at the thread in his hand, something in the walls he’d built up starting to disintegrate no matter how much he tried to stamp it back down. It was something so small, so simple, it was thread, but it was also much more than that. She’d noticed. She’d looked at him and seen him, even just for a second. She thought of him as more than a body, more than a means to an end. Her words had told him that, her demeanor told him that, but now this act of thoughtfulness told him that, too. Every time he found ways around believing it, around leaning into it, she gave him something else to dodge. Something else he didn’t want to dodge.

The vampire surged to his feet stuffing the spool into his pocket as he pivoted and followed after the bard—his bard—who hadn’t yet made it to her tent. He hated the desperate edge he heard in his own voice as he spoke her name to get her attention. She stopped and turned around, straight into his arms as he pulled her against him and branded her mouth with his.

Her surprise didn’t last long. It melted under their heat and his entire body responded when she kissed him back, her arms returning to wrap around his neck and one of her hands running through his hair and eliciting a soft groan from the back of Astarion’s throat that was lost between their lips. He only drew back when he felt her grow breathless in his arms, leaning his forehead against hers.

Astarion inclined his head, skimming his nose gently against Áine’s. “Your ‘friend-based feelings’ would be better reserved for someone else,” he murmured, his eyelids heavy with lust as he looked at her. He needed to come to grips with himself before he took her. It couldn’t happen tonight, as much as his body disagreed with that sentiment. In fact, his body and its response to her was his primary concern.

This was new and felt very much like a lack of control. The feelings he’d had that morning—the contempt, the thoughts of dominating her and manipulating her with his sexual prowess born of innumerable encounters’ worth of practice—were what he was used to when it came to bedroom activities. What he felt now, what he’d felt building ever since he’d noticed his fascination with her, was explosive. He still felt the urge to dominate, but for the sake of both their pleasure, to bring her to her knees because her knees were shaking with ecstasy. His base instinct was to be gentle with her, to lo—

He needed to reset before this went any further.

Astarion smirked at the dazed expression on her face, placing a hand on the back of her head to draw her against the kiss he pressed to her forehead. Out of her line of sight, he looked down at the top of her head with mixed adoration and fear. By the time he stepped back, the expression was smoothed away. “Sweet dreams, lover,” he purred and sauntered back to his tent, leaving Áine bewildered and wanting in his wake.

Next chapter: Chapter 9, "Bear With Me"

lil update notes: My fiancé is visiting for the next two-ish weeks, so updates either will wait until after then or be sporadic in the meantime.

Thank you for reading! I hope Unbound has been enjoyable so far. It's been very enjoyable for me to write. :) BG3 has been a godsend to my brain in general, so I hope I'm doing it some measure of justice here.

I hope everyone had, is having, or will have a safe, comfortable winter holiday season and that 2024 greets you kindly. x

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three-drink-amy · 6 months

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Five fics under 500

Thanks to @inexplicablymine for the tag to share love for five of my fics with under 500 kudos!

1. There’s Always Tomorrow

Tarlos M, 29k

Six months after his dad was killed, Carlos is still looking for answers. He spends most of his time dedicated to finding who did this. But there are unforeseen consequences to his search. And he and TK are about to find that out the hard way.

2. Quit Playing Games with My Heart

Firstprince E, 17k

Henry agrees to a friends-with-benefits arrangement with Alex, knowing full well that it will be a disaster. But he wants Alex, so he goes for it. When his feelings keep growing, ready to burst, he has to choose self-preservation or risking confessing it all to Alex.

Alternate POV of Risk Is Just a Board Game

3. Somewhere We Can Be Alone

Firstprince E, 25k

Prince Henry needs to get out of the castle. His brother is the ruler of Kensington and is making his life awful. When he escapes to the woods at the border of Kensington and its neighboring kingdom, Washington, he's surprised to find he's not alone. There, he meets Alex, a Washingtonian who seems to need an escape as much as Henry does. The two are drawn to each other, finding new excuses and times to return to the woods to see each other. But when Philip decides to take control over his brother's future, Henry worries that his newfound secret happiness with Alex may not last. They'll have to get creative if they want to stay together.

4. The Other Way

Firstprince T, 22k

Co-written with @everwitch-magiks

Alex and Henry are in love. Alex and Henry are getting married. Alex and Henry are also a couple on '90 Day Fiancé: The Other Way'. How will moving to another country and judgmental family members strain their relationship? At the end of it all, will they still be together? Let’s find out.

5. Teach You How Forever Feels

Tarlos E, 60k (and growing)

Alone and struggling in New York after the death of his mother, TK is left with custody of his five-year-old brother, Jonah. With Owen's encouragement, TK moves to Austin for a fresh start, questioning every move he makes as he's thrust into the role of parenthood. But it all leads him to Jonah's new school where he meets Carlos Reyes, the kindergarten teacher. Between pick up and school meetings and chance run ins, TK can't help but feel something for him, even though he knows it can't happen.

No pressure tagging: @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @cha-melodius @strandnreyes @celaestis1 @celeritas2997 @liminalmemories21 @cricketnationrise @alrightbuckaroo @orchidscript

#showing some fic love #tag games #my writing

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bitbybitwrites · 7 months

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Flashback: Klainetober 2022 fics

Since we are back in October (and I'm feeling all sorts of nostalgic), I just wanted to reblog and share the old Klainetober 2022 fics that myself and my friend @madas-ahatters-world did last year.

We put them all together in a series called Halloween Harvest - Klainetober 2022. There were 31 prompts - and we do plan to get back to them, but here are the ones we did finish.

It was fun writing these. It was challenging to try to take a stab at horror writing, which isn't usually my thing. These fics were created last year when I first started writing fan fic - so its nice to look back on some old work and see how my style has developed in over a year.

If you haven't read any of these - enjoy!

The cover art for each story and individual story summaries are listed below the picture. (13 stories so far!)

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Day 1 Prompt - Poisoned

Nightshade by bitbybit (puttingittogether)

Summary:

An unexpected route through the Dark Forest brings a young bard face-to-face with magic, mystery, and unforeseen consequences.

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Day 2 Prompt - Cage

Vervain by bitbybit (puttingittogether)

Summary:

Torn between a life of solitude and imprisonment in the cursed forest and the freedom beckoning just outside its glades, a young man is finally forced to decide which path he chooses to take. But will his choice only bring him more death and heartache?

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Day 3 Prompt - Insects

You're Buggin' Me by MadAs_AHatter

Summary:

On their way home from the pumpkin patch, Blaine takes a short cut that leads them to a sketchy motel in the middle of nowhere. In their attempt to make the best of things, they come across some unexpected visitors.

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Day 4 Prompt - Buried

Graveyard Shift by MadAs_AHatter

Summary:

Blaine isn's sure what Kurt was thinking when he agreed to help out at their local cemetery.

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Day 5 Prompt - Trees

Feeding Time For Woodland Creatures by bitbybit (puttingittogether)

Summary:

The world has turned upside down, and Kurt is in search of the one person who will help him make sense of it all. But while searching for Blaine in the forest, he learned that timing is everything when hungry creatures need to feed.

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Day 6 prompt - Photograph

Until The Darkness Fades Away by MadAs_AHatter

Summary:

After traveling back to Ohio to participate in the dedication of the new Dalton marquee, Kurt wakes up to an empty home, no Burt, Carole, or Blaine in sight. When he starts receiving strange text messages during a freak thunderstorm, he quickly realizes that things may not be what they seem.

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Day 7 prompt- Trespassing

No Trespassing by MadAs_AHatter

Summary:

Part 2 of Until the Darkness Fades Away After learning that things are, in fact, not quite what they seem, Kurt works relentlessly to find his way back to Blaine.

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Day 8 prompt - Basement

Come Into My Parlor by bitbybit (puttingittogether)

Summary:

After an evening of clubbing, two men have a night neither will ever forget.

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Day 9 prompt - Eyes

Lavender by bitbybit (puttingittogether)

Summary:

With Death looming all around them, two young men must learn to see what is right before their very eyes and listen to what lies within their own hearts.

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Day 10 prompt - Growl

What Lurks in the Dark by MadAs_AHatter

Summary:

After a night out with his work buddies, Blaine wakes up Halloween morning to some unexpected disturbances.

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Day 11 Prompt - Obsession

My Hands Are At Your Throat (I Think I Hate You) by MadAs_AHatter

Summary:

After finding out they need to fundraise for their trip to New York, the New Directions decide to hold a booth at the McKinley Annual Halloween Carnival. When an anonymous donor offers a hefty donation to the Glee Club, Kurt finds himself coming face-to-face with the last person he expected.

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Day 12 Prompt - Passenger

All Aboard by bitbybit (puttingittogether)

Summary:

A trip from Paris to Prague on the Orient Express sets the scene for a meeting between a traveler and a mysterious passenger that catches his eye. Could romance bloom between them?

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NOTE: Day 13 prompt - (still to be written)

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Day 14 prompt - Omen

The Child by bitbybit (puttingittogether)

Summary:

While out and about running errands, Kurt keeps running into a strange child everywhere he goes. He suspects something odd is at play, but Blaine thinks he's just being a bit paranoid.

#klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #klaine fic #klainetober #klainetober 2022 #bitbybitwrites #klaine #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #madas_ahatter #fanart #fanfiction #glee fanfiction

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h-y-dontatme · 1 month

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Obey Me! Reaper Headcanons Pt 3

More nonsense but to be honest I'm starting to run out of headcanon material. If anyone has reaper-thoughts, send them my way, I'd love to see them I need more please help.

If you want more: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Reapers, through a combination of their personality, talents, and specializations, come to embody different aspects and circumstances of death. It's more of a consequence of their taste in prey than a conscious choice.

Grimm, the original Reaper, has come to represent the passage of time, of which no one can escape, including himself. In his immense old age, he enjoys warm weather, sand, and lecturing the youth. Secretly delights in dropping bad news while letting sand slip through his fingers really it’s quite rude, can’t you give this conversation the gravitas and attention it deserves no I don’t think time heals all wounds I-

Thirteen is associated with bad luck, unfortunate coincidences, superstition, and over-confidence. Sure, she’s got some… interesting trap names but that’s no reason to let your guard down around a Reaper. Many a prideful demon/human have fallen victim to her craft.

Common aspects of death include accidents, malice, jealousy, unforeseen circumstances, poor judgement, heartache, and overindulgence. Less common are curiosity, despair, madness, zealotry, and sacrifice.

They find their little niche, like finches on a tropical island, cause, as it turns out, there are only so many souls.

Most Reapers pick up a hobby or two to make ends meet. From tapestry weaving to sword blacksmithing, Reapers have drawn from both the Celestial Realm and Devildom to make some truly wicked pieces of art & engineering. Grimm makes those sand art desk decor things.

Did you really think Muramasa was human? Did you know Excalibur was Reaper-made too?

Speaking of swords, let’s talk scythes cause it’s an associate that Reaper’s haven’t been able to shake for the past handful of millennia. It’s flashy, it’s big, it’s impractical, and it’s a big neon sign telling every human, demon, and angel that a Reaper is around.

Some Reapers love love love the attention. Most of the time those are the Reapers you don't have to worry much about. Thirteen hasn't used one since (whatever constitutes as a Reaper's) teenage years, having way more fun success with traps. Other Reapers end up making themselves a more suitable weapon, or discard of it entirely, preferring the arcane arts or their god-given hands.

Personalization is the name of the game for Reapers.

I got a Reaper OC that I want to release into the world. I do have a brother I ship her with, but I much prefer thinking of her as another secondary character. There were two of every other transfer student, and I think Thirteen needs a friend.

#obey me #obey me reapers #obey me headcanons #obswd #obey me! shall we date?

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Hi Jen.

I hope you're well. I was hoping you can possibly give me some general life advice?

I have the possibility to finally move away from home and live with a friend I've known for 8 years (I am 26). My homelife is allright and my dad is accepting of my sexuality but mildly transphobic to the point where I'm not out and don't feel comfortable bringing it up.

I have saved up a sum of money (above 5k) to fund this move but the only problem is I don't currently have a steady job. (I've freelanced for the past 3 but it's not enough to cover rent)

We'd be sharing the apartment and to get it I need to be on the lease. The idea of signing for something without steady income to cover it makes the alarm bells go off in my head. Me and my friend have discussed this and she assured me that she would cover the rent completely until I actually move in/find steady employment (her current apartment costs the same). We've also discussed what would happen if she were no longer able to afford the place and the full responsibility would fall on me, but she doesn't see that happening as she has her family to fall back on for that if she was suddenly unfit to work.

Am I right to still be wary? Should I just go along and sign the lease even though I'm really scared of the possible consequences? Should I just stop overthinking this and just enjoy this really good thing that's about to happen??

please let me know what you think

As a parent of several 25 year olds (3) and as a former 26 year old (long ago) I would say it is time to move out and try life as an independent adult. It sounds like you have a decent relationship with your parent(s) so if things went terribly wrong you would have a place to land.

There is never any guaranty in life that a roommate situation or even a living alone rental situation will go smoothly or as planned. It is almost a sure thing you and her will have to navigate some unforeseen incompatibilities or iron out some quirks to make cohabiting comfortable for both of you. It is part of life to learn how to negotiate needs and boundaries with other people. It starts as we become teens with our parents and then, for me, college roommates and then apartment living with 5 gay guys in the very early 90's.

I think you will find that the move to share rental space and responsibility will be mutually beneficial to both of you. It is best to not be financially reliant on each other, basically, with a short grace period to get moved and your feet under you, you should work to pay your fair share. It is a great idea that in the interim while you seek gainful employment you use the extra time to give a little more effort to the household. Extra cleaning, errands, cooking is a way to show you appreciate the short reprieve from being a full financial partner while you get settled.

Having a roommate can mean learning to negotiate what is fair in payment, cleaning, and other responsibilities but it is also nice to have someone around. Having a sound relationship with a roommate means a built in support. She gives you a ride when the bus won't do and you give her gas money. When she wants to travel for a few days you are keeping the house safe, watering plants and bringing in the mail. When one of you is sick the other can pick up some of the cleaning slack until recovery.

When I rented my first place with those 5 men I had just started a new job, fresh from my undergrad and going to grad school. I paid my fair share and contributed by cleaning the kitchen and shoveling the drive during snowy times. When I lost my first job I only had enough money saved for half the rent. I was not instantly homeless because my roommates picked up my share and in turn I did some extra errands and cleaning for the house. I worked VERY hard to get a new job and did after two weeks. I often wanted to quit that flower shop job but did not because I LIKED the independence and I enjoyed not owing anyone anything.

I believe you will find that moving on your own will give you much more drive to find a job with consistent earnings. It feels good to feel stable and be an equal contributor. Having your name on the lease insures you have some skin in the game. It ensures that you ARE accountable to pay your part AND save for future mishaps. If two people are working together to make living more affordable it is a wonderful partnership.

This world is not build for single income independent living. It has not been as long as I have been alive (54 years) and perhaps never has been. Mutually shared space and financial responsibility is a long standing survival tactic. And learning to communicate and navigate in such situations is a beneficial skill.

#roommates #sharing space #independence

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alloutofgoddesses · 4 months

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WIPS of Fics From 2023

These are fics I started reading in 2023 that I will be (hopefully) continuing to read in 2024!

Dark Matter by mysterycyclone - When Thanos snaps, the souls of those he takes end up in the soul stone. However, Spiderman had managed to break off a piece of the stone, and ends up in an alternate dimension with superheroes he’s never heard of and ghosts in his head. (Peter Parker meets the Bats AU - 43 chapters)

Peter the Pizza Guy by Irisen - Dr. Strange’s spell has unforeseen consequences. Peter Parker, suddenly in a different universe, now must figure out how to survive in the most dangerous city in America - Gotham. (Peter Parker meets the Bats AU - 36 chapters)

In for a Pound by Cdelphiki - Damian Al Ghul-Wayne is given to his father as an infant. Dick Grayson is eleven. Bruce Wayne is out of his depth. What happens now? (Damian joins the family early AU - 6 works)

no grave could hold my body down (i'll crawl home to her) by loungemermaid - Finnick survives the mutts, but only just. Adjusting to a body missing large parts of itself and a pregnant wife, Finnick lives on. (Finnick Lives AU - 11 chapters)

Tomorrow Will Be Kinder by bellablue27 - Peeta and Katniss grow together after the war. Currently on hiatus but I'm holding out hope that one day it returns. (Post-Canon Fic - 17 chapters)

take these broken wings and learn to fly by fishingclocks - Dick Grayson loses his parents. Bruce Wayne can’t help but try to rescue the boy from himself. The Batman has a new target. (The Batman 2022 Post-Canon Fic - 17 chapters)

Minefield by coyote_nebula - The Bats love each other. They just have a hard time showing it. (The Waynes and their extended family go on connected adventures - 16 works)

Shutterbug by goldkirk - Tim Drake is good at what he does. He runs a blog, weaves his way unseen throughout Gotham, and he doesn’t need his parents. Unfortunately for him, his neighbors disagree. (AU where Jason lives and Tim can’t catch a break - 9 works)

Wayne Family Social Media AU by tiredofsatansbullshit - Everyone needs a good social media fic from time to time. The Bats, the Waynes, and various others have a very active online presence. (14 works)

A Nest We Can All Call Home by A03time - Dick, Jason, and Tim are orphans who found each other on the streets of Gotham. When Jason decided to steal from Batman of all people, everything changes. (The Robins Meet Before They Meet Bruce AU - 6 works)

How Dare The Robins Sing by CountDyscalculia - Tim Drake has severe dyscalculia. It doesn’t matter though, because Batman needs a Robin and he’s ready to do whatever it takes to get him one. (Tim Drake refuses to ask for help for currently 25 chapters)

Check My Vitals (and tell me I'm still alive) by scrappedyonder - Tim is a metahuman successfully keeping the secret from Batman, his mentor. That is until Red Hood nearly dies and Tim takes matters into his own hands. Now that Jason knows, it’s only a matter of time until Bruce knows as well. (Metahuman AU - 3 works)

straw-verse by deargalileo - Alfred makes a friend out of his young neighbor. Silly straws are heavily involved. (Tim joins the family early AU - 3 works)

buy back the secrets by sundiscus - Conner Kent doesn’t know Robin’s secret identity. Tim Drake does know Superboy’s secret identity, making it super awkward every time Superboy saves Tim Drake. (TimKon fic - 4 chapters)

what's past is prologue by Icestorm238 - Dick Grayson remembers an alternate life before most of its events happen. He uses this knowledge to do everything in his power to change fate. It’s not as easy as he thought it would be. (Canon Divergence AU - 5 works)

the unfridging of jessica more by winterfire22 - Jessica doesn’t die when the yellow-eyed demon comes after her. It changes things - drastically. (Canon Divergence AU - 3 works)

#i am. bad at fic recs.#whatever fucking read them it will be worth your time #batfam fic recs #Peter the pizza guy #in for a pound #shutterbug #how dare the robins sing #what’s past is prologue #edit: I fixed it a bit

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sadisticwoof-dcmk · 1 year

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Clown Town Memes

Aizawa: ~graphic design is my passion~

Sonoko: i think we should address the fact that Ran is the only one actively solving problems. my wife be looking so lonely in that corner

Kazuha: or that 60% of us are causing problems one way or another

Nakamichi: i dont think finding people attractive should be counted as a "problem"

Hidaka: a lot of your actions have unforeseen consequences

Aizawa: Hidaka-chan, Tashiro-chan and I are somehow not actively creating problems, thus, accidentally solving them

Kaito: 1) why do i have a rat on my face. 2) Suzuki-chan, you are my chaotic other half <3

Shinichi: for representation purposes. also. why am i causing problems?? am i not solving them???? i am detective :(

Ran: Shinichi, you have caused more problems in the past 12 months than you have in past 12 years :/

Sera: at least you're only accidentally causing them Kudou-kun. apparently i just cause problems

Hattori: that's because you do

Shiho: Once again, I blame Suzuki-san for this mess

Sonoko: i live for chaos and i do not care

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Behold, a meme.

(For those who require context, they are all in a group chat named "Clown Town". Sonoko bullied Shinichi's doctor friend "Shii" (Shiho), and acquaintance "Kai" (KID), into said chat. No one knows their real identities or what they look like, so Aizawa made avatars for them. Shinichi told him to put the rat there.)

Shenanigans in Beika

#detective conan #dcmk #shenanigans in beika inspired #shenanigans in beika #clown town #this is what they do in their spare time #kudou shinichi #suzuki sonoko #mouri ran #toyama kazuha #hattori heiji #kuroba kaito #miyano shiho #sera masumi #nakamichi #aizawa eisuke

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azol-otl · 1 year

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Random Jason Hijinks I either wish would happen someday or find amusing to think about.

Rose and Jason break Eddie out of hell and steal his soul back from Neron. Jaime is dragged along by Rose because he and Eddie were “friends a few reboots ago”. Jason asked Roy who sent him Connor who is suffering™.

Pre-Red Hood Jason and Pre-Green Arrow Connor first meet up back when Jason was part of the All-Caste hunting a demon. It’s a one-shot adventure and the things you have to know are:

a) this is before Jason’s growth spurt so he’s over a head shorter than Connor.

b) Connor isn’t a cape so excuse him for not understanding demons and fucking up hilariously a few times.

c) When Jason tries to kill the demon who is possessing the human, he and Connor fight about it. The fight ends when the demon explodes out of the person like the Pus of Man from Dark Souls 3.

d) Talia is the one who finds and picks up Jason from the adventure (Connor thinks she’s his mom and Jason just didn’t inherit the melanin) and is also the one who gives Connor contact information for Jason because she wants him to have some sort of friend.

e) They never actually learned the other’s name so anytime they’d hear about Red Hood or Green Arrow they literally don’t know it’s that guy they met as teenagers.

Jason decides to actually dust off his mystic training when Dick walks in and Jason gets hit with so many bad vibes he’s genuinely worried something is wrong with Dick.

Jason: “Did they not fix the Brother Blood mind control thing fully? Did Raven miss something? Isn’t Dick friends with a million people? How have they all missed this????”

It ends with bringing Danny Chase back to life and the only person remotely happy about it is Jason and even that’s a stretch.

Rose, why are you part of the Wild Hunt?!!!

What do you mean Biz got taken by the fae?!

Roy, why is this werewolf saying he’s your husband?!

Eddie, why didn’t you tell me you were a prince of hell? What do you mean that one of Trigon’s sons is buried in Gotham?!!! No wait, you still haven’t told me how you’re a prince of hell!

Jason and Talia's road trip where Jason comes to the uncomfortable realization that he views Talia as a mother/aunt figure.

Bonus Artemis suffering Jason’s Mom Has it Going On.

Jason gets a new dog named Ellie and he loves her and Dog very much. What do you mean she’s a Blue Lantern!?

Ellie is short for Elpis and she’s absolutely Hope Corgi.

Roy finds out that he has a whole-ass checking account under one of his aliases that he never knew about. Turns out Jason created it for him years ago and Roy’s actually under W.E. employed as an independent contractor and he’s been making 6 figures for years because Jason never bothered telling anyone that he still owns Wayne R&D.

Jason slowly but surely claims Park Row and the surrounding areas as his territory. It has the unforeseen consequence of magical folk moving into the neighborhood because Gotham is a nightmare to live in normally, Magic Gotham is even worse and the only people who can survive are big hitters like Blood, Zatanna, and Ivy or small fries like the kitchen witch near Leslie’s. Welcome to the big leagues, Jason.

Jason keeps getting mistaken for Jason Blood and it is annoying. One day some demon hunters threw something at Jason and did anyone know Jason used to be in heaven because he sure didn’t and these angel wings are a fucking nightmare.

Rose busts a gut laughing because she somehow became friends with the least demon-y demon Eddie and Jason as an angel.

Jason, Ivy, Sideways, and Impulse (Impulse voice: “Why am I even here?”) vs the Madness Wavelength in Arkham.

Jason kills Joker and finds out that he cannot. Not as in “He doesn’t die” or “There will be a new one�� but a secret third option, “The universe literally resets the day every time he’s killed.” Instead of being a tragedy, it becomes a comedy as killing Joker slowly becomes Jason’s go-to when shit goes wrong/killing him is good stress relief. Stephanie discovers what happens because she’s had to write the same essay nine times once. Instead of being horrified they (and then Helena, Tim, Duke, etc.) make killing Joker a gag. The only ones not allowed to kill the Joker are Dick and Bruce because then the universe decides it’s the bad timeline instead of just resetting again.

Tim: *drops his latte on a hot guy and then embarrasses himself in public trying to apologize and becomes a meme.*

Tim: I guess I have to kill Joker now.

Jason and Kory remeeting and wow it’s really awkward that we only got close because of a universe meddler and then you dipped and never contacted me again even though I was a hundred percent serious that you were one of my first friends and are very important to me.

Oh no. Not the talking. Not communication! Kory take mercy on me and just drop me like a bad memory don’t have us open a dialogue where we reconcile all of the bullshit that happened to us and the fact that we did genuinely get close at very low points in our lives and be willing to try and be friends again!

Give! Kory! All! The! Friends! She doesn’t care if you think it’s a bad idea, it's her life!

Gotham Vigilante Tabletop Club (GVTC) featuring Jason, Tim, Stephanie, Duke, Helena, and Harper. They each get a turn as dm and every one of them brings in a different game.

Why is Damian’s friend (Colin) asking me for love advice? I’m a gay disaster ask anyone else please. ??? I guess I can try to help??? Who’s your crush?

It’s Lian and Jason regrets agreeing to help because Roy is going to murder him.

Countdown 2 Electric Boogaloo. Except for this time they were all shoved into the dimension separately and by separate events and there is no danger. It is just a multiversal road trip with the people who vexed you greatly but are slightly grown up now.

Bonus scene includes Jason’s gleeful face when he realizes he understands what all of those words Donna keeps muttering under her breath mean because Artemis was a bro and taught him Themysciran Greek.

#I didn't mean for all of them to sound like comedies but sometimes that just happens #People may hate on the all-caste for not being Jason enough or whatever #But have we ever stopped to think that Damian is related to an immortal cult and Duke is the son of an eldritch being #And Dick is related to an unrelated cult and just all the weird shit that happens in Gotham anyways?#Why can all these exist and Jason not also have mystic monk training he never uses #Listen I don't know much about Gotham's magic population but I'm pretty sure the place is awful to live in with the nine different curses #So having a dude that's basically a mage-killer claim a territory can only be a good thing for their safety #Plus I'm positive that magic folk would keep property values low because who would go looking for magic users in Park Row #Everyone was written terribly for rhato but Jason and Kory had the potential to be a really interesting relationship #Just this lack of judgement and ability to not have to shave down all of your sharp edges for one another #also I do really like the idea of them trying romance or sex and then deciding that they need friends more and then staying friends #Gotham Vigilante Tabletop Club my beloved #Look Duke and Tim canonically play tabletop games and if dc would finally acknowledge that Stephanie and Jason are nerds they would too #I miss Colin and the idea of him and Jason being disaster siblings or disaster guardian-child is important to me #I don't know if it's canon but considering linguistic drift Themyscira should either have its own language or dialect #and Donna should use it to say mean things under her breath #Jason Todd #I am not tagging anyone else their tags deserve to be Bat-Free #oh boy do I love how I can't make indents in even in html. Sorry for the eyesore whoever reads this mess

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raineandsky · 1 year

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Requests are open!

heroes & villains series (+ a few knockoffs)

#1 - the villain is faced by the hero's young sidekick

#2 - the villain needs a place to stay out of the rain

#3 - the hero comes across the villain in an alley on their patrol

#4 - the hero has an urgent question for the villain

#5 - a vampire finds a new way to be invited in

#6 - the villain nurses their loss in a quiet diner when an equally tired person enters, and orders a coffee in a very familiar voice

#7 - the villain picks a fight for a particular reason

#9 - a detective finally in retirement receives an unexpected cold call

#10 - the hero tries to make their time in a cell less boring

#11 - the king has an undesirable reward for the knight who rescued his daughter

#12 - the villain manages to corner the hero at a bad time

#14 - the hero and villain's antics get in the way of the civilain's day

#15 - the villain comes across the hero worse for wear

#16 - the hero is a lot closer to their nemesis than they thought

#18 - the villain faces the consequences of the agency's newfound violence

#19 - the hero finds themself somewhere unexpected after a wild night

#20 - a prince finds trouble surviving the apocalypse with someone he's stuck with

#21 - the heroes take a break for Easter to do a hunt across the city

#23 - the hero and the villain argue over something unnecessary

#24 - the hero faces a deadend

#25 - the villain has to escape the hero's advances

#26 - the hero's knowledge ruins a perfectly good monologue

#27 - an evening out with the villain bears some unforeseen consequences

#28 - the villain mistakes someone else for the hero

#29 - the villain can provide some information on the hero's behalf

#30 - villainy is barely a minimum wage job

#31 - the villain isn't as all-in as the hero expected

#32 - the sidekick's identity isn't what anyone expected

#35 - the villain's confession is met with something she wasn't expecting

#36 - the villain finally catches the hero, only met with... delight?

#37 - the villain keeps the hero's partner as hostage - but is somehow the more moral of the two

#38 - a hunter finds a vampire - and his collection of humans

#39 - a court jester hears of affairs out of his jurisdiction

#40 - the hero's violence finds an end to the villain's comforts

#41 - the villain gets an unexpected visitor

#42 - the sidekick meets with someone unconventional

#43 - the hero has to track down the villain, only to find them in a rather unusual predicament

#44 - the villain finds something (someone?) in the supervillain's office

#45 - the hero finds herself in a predicament when her memory fails her

#46 - the villain kidnaps the hero, though they're not there for the reason the hero thinks they are

#47 - the villain's mugshot more flattering than they expected

#48 - the sidekick goes out on his own

#49 - the henchman goes out of their way to defend their villain

#50 - the civilian finds a hero oddly worried about him

#51 - an overly nosy reporter finds the villain in a bad spot

#52 - a knight bursts into the prince's room - only to find... not the prince

#53 - a small-town hero meets his match

#54 - a hero loses her job. a villain gains a charity case

#55 - a stakeout makes a hero and a villain a little closer than necessary

#56 - a villain reaches the end of the line

#57 - a villain's plans are put on hold for a kid that's not even his

#58 - a hero's lethal accident turns out to have consequences

#59 - the superhero meets an old friend

#60 - the villain's plan has consequences for their henchman

#61 - the villain's plan catches the hero at a bad time

#62 - the villain turns up on the hero's doorstep, and she hopes for something back for her hospitality

#63 - the villain walks straight into the heroes agency

#64 - the hero finds someone familiar lurking outside

#65 - the villain finds the hero's new sidekick to be... unconventional

#66 - recent divorcees are forced to clash

#67 - the hero's attempt to stop a robbery goes sideways when they discover that one of the criminals is... kind of beautiful

#68 - the villain confesses to a betrayal - in more ways than one

#69 - the hero and the villain need to hide their relationship - in plain sight

#70 - the heroes catch a villain - but at what cost?

#71 - a pair of supernatural creatures plan to team up

#72 - the hero's missing - and the villain finds that the reason may be contagious

#74 - a priest finds his lover is not who he thought

#75 - vampires don't hunt alone

#76 - heroes are lacking, and the agency's looking for replacements

#77 - the sidekick is ready to face the city - though which hero they'll go with is a difficult decision

series

request - frienemies (part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4)

#8 - a corrupt guardian (part 1) (part 2)

#13 - pinky promise (part 1) (part 2)

#17 - the world's most useless superpower (part 1) (part 2)

#22 - villains are nicer, anyway (part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

request - love's the death of peace of mind (part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

#33 - taxi to hell (part 1) (part 2)

#34 - a date in exchange (part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6) (part 7)

other bits n bobs

~fancy schmancy~ (part 1) (part 2 on @heroes-villains-side-blog)

request - a human discovers his new friend is a fae

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kitsune024 · 2 years

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Danny Phantom Fanfiction

The Ultimate Saga by Firefury_Amahira

Bookmark Series

Part 1. Jeremiad | Chapters: 15/15 |

You make many choices in your life. Some choices you find yourself regretting for the rest of your life. Bad choices lead to regret, sorrow, guilt, and shame. Bad choices can end your entire world, rob you of everything you cared about, everyone you loved. For Danny, that choice was to cheat on an exam. For Valerie, that choice was to point a gun at her friend upon learning his secret.

Fate is cruel, and sometimes surviving is the cruelest fate of them all.

Part 2. Anathema | Chapters: 15/15 |

Danny Fenton lost everything in that explosion, his family, all of his friends save for one; and that one rejected him at his most vulnerable. What else could he do but run? Run and try to bury the past, bury the pain, bury those memories, and bury the traitor that drove him screaming into the waiting arms of madness.

What happens when you push a hero past the breaking point? This.

Part 3. Benediction | Chapters: 12/12 |

One swore to destroy his painful memories of a ruined past. The other faced that future and swore he would never let it happen. The new future won, but the shadows of ruin remain; it was only a matter of time before the ultimate enemy broke free of his prison, free to resume his violent rampage. Past and future once again collide, with unforeseen results that leave Danny grappling with a moral dilemma.

After all, he swore he would never be anything like his twisted future self... yet killing off his deadly opponent would be the wiser choice... wouldn't it?

Part 4. Jeremiad: After the End | Chapters: 3/3 |

So the day has been saved, the bad guy gone for good. That doesn't change the fact that Amity Park is still in ruins, or that Valerie, the remnants of her Ghost Patrol forces, and the other survivors still have plenty of work cut out for themselves. If humanity is good at one thing, it's stubbornly getting back up and rebuilding after having been knocked down.

Then there's the ghosts...

Part 5. Indemnification | Chapters: 26/26 |

The smoke has cleared, the ashes settled and swept away to become memory, Amity Park is once again thriving and its survivors flourishing after ten years being terrorized by a vengeful ghost. When Dan returns to his timeline, now cured of his madness, it is not to a warm welcome. None of the survivors believe that the formerly-insane ghost has turned over a new leaf, his rival Valerie least of all. But when the completely unforeseen consequences of Dan's yearlong absence from the timeline unleash an even greater and vastly more destructive ghost from the depths of Ghost Zone history, the most unlikely of allies will have to set aside their ten year grudge to stop it.

Assuming that they can stop fighting one another long enough to do it.

#Firefury_Amahira #ao3 fanfic #dan phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #danny fenton #the ultimate enemy #bookmark series #dan x valerie #hateship #danny x sam #tucker x dora #danny phantom #completed fanfiction #top faves

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Stone Rebirth Chapter 3

Oh look! The Unforseen Consequences of My Actions and Inactions!

Chapter 3 is now out for my Stone Rebirth fan fiction. Wukong has to face the fact that he's technically MK's dad now.

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Chapter 3 - Oh Look! The Unforeseen Consequences of My Actions and Inactions!

The sun was overhead Flower Fruit Mountain as the wind gently blew through the hidden cavern where the Monkey King waited for his successor’s arrival. Shouldn’t the kid be here already? Yesterday before the kid left to face DBK, the mentor and student agreed to start training after DBK was defeated.

Perhaps the Great Sage should check on their successor, just in case. First thing’s first, Wukong had to locate where the kid was. The stone monkey used their golden eyes to get a general idea of the Monkie Kid’s location before focusing his magic throughout his body. Monkey fur became feathers, the sage’s arms shifted into feathered bird wings and feet turned into talons as the Great Sage’s form shrunk in size. Where the Monkey King stood was a golden eagle with blue-tipped tail feathers and an impressive wingspan that took off into the air towards the location of their student.

As the great stone monkey flew over Flower Fruit Mountain towards the city, he thought about the events of the day prior. How he watched the battle and did nothing as MK threw himself into the fray, and also how Wukong felt his successor’s aura dim significantly before glowing brighter than it had before. Wukong saw as the stone egg shot out of the contraption on DBK before bursting into a pillar of light that MK emerged from. It wasn’t hard to tell that MK wasn’t human anymore, even if the boy’s body still had to catch up to that. That was the moment that the Great Sage realized that he really should have thought things through, no matter if the kid was always meant to inherit the Monkey King’s power or not.

The more the Monkey King thought about the situation the more he realized that he was really not prepared for the consequences. If memory recalls, demonic succession does more than just turn the human into a demon with their predecessor’s powers, but also forms a bond between the two involved. Wukong already knew he would be a terrible mentor to MK, heck before the sage had the vision of his successor, he would never have even been able to see him, the Great Sage, Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong, being anyone’s mentor. Though Wukong never thought that he would have to be more than MK’s mentor, but the universe had proven him wrong yet again.

At least he was expecting to be the kid’s mentor, but what Wukong was not at all ready for was being a father of all things. The kid already had parental figures already from what the sage could tell. The pig demon and scholar were certainly better parental figures than Sun Wukong would ever be. Though that would not change the fact that the Monkey King was now the progenitor of MK’s demonic traits.

Then also there are the many enemies that Wukong has made in the past who might try to take things out on MK. The Demon Bull Family would be the least of the kid’s concerns if any of those demons went after them. The thought of someone seriously hurting MK angered the spiritual primate and a growl rose from his throat ‘If anyone even hurts my cub…’

The sage stopped flapping their wings and instead opted to hover over the ocean as he caught that thought. Wukong just called his successor their cub in their head as well as getting protective over their kid.

The stone monkey caught sight of a cargo boat heading towards the Flaming Mountains, Wukong knew in his gut that MK would be on that boat. Wukong tucked in his wings and dove towards the cargo boat before pulling them out to catch an updraft after seeing what was happening on the boat. The sage saw that MK was surrounded by their friends who were wrapped in a group hug with the kid in the center.

Wukong perched on a nearby cargo crate to observe the group, bot sure if now would be a good time to intrude on the moment the four were having. That was until the river demon joined the group hug around MK and Pigsy spoke up did he start to consider interrupting.

“Wait,” the pig demon broke up the group hug and faced Sandy and asked, “If you’re here then who’s steering the boat?”

“Oh, right,” the river demon realized that they left the vessel unmanned and left the group to return to navigating the ship.

This was when the Great Sage shifted back into their true form. Feather reverted back to fur as the Monkey King’s form changed back into a gold-furred monkey. The Monkey King then jumped down the cargo box onto the deck below with a soft thud.

Originally, the Great Sage intended to get their successor’s attention. Wukong only wanted to call MK’s name, or just announce their presence on the boat. What the Monkey King did not intend was for the moment the stone monkey opened their mouth for a certain sound to come out.

When Sun Wukong opened his mouth, he chirped. Immediately the sage covered their mouth, he had not intended to make that sound. For heaven’s sake, the monkey king was still wrapping his head over the situation and thought he could buy some more time before he would have to take up that responsibility. The Great Sage, Equal to Heaven had just thrown out any chances for that with a single familial call.

Wukong had called to MK similarly to how the monkeys of Flower Fruit Mountain would call for their children. They had done this in the presence of others, two of whom were the kid’s parental figures.

The weight of the situation fully settled onto the sage when the kid responded with a chirp of their own without realizing it. Everyone else on the boat on the other hand definitely had taken notice of what MK just did and each one turned their attention towards the Monkey King with varied expressions. Pigsy gave the monkey a furious glare that could cut through steel as they huffed, the scholar stared at the Monkey King with awe but also seemed conflicted, and the dragon girl stared at the king slackjawed. MK, who had now noticed their mentor’s presence beamed at the sight of Wukong but was blocked by Pigsy from going to greet them.

The pig demon was about to storm toward Wukong before being held back by Tang, “Let me at em, he can’t mess with our kid like this and get away with it!”

The scholar visually struggled to keep their husband from attempting to start a fight with the monkey king. Tang as calmly as he could, told the pig, “I really don’t think that would be a good idea Piggy...”

“Do you even realize what you put Xiăotiān through?” the pig demon began to hurl insults at Wukong before breaking free from Tang’s grasp. Pigsy stomped towards the Monkey King and pointed a cloved hand at the sage, “The kid died for heaven’s sake!”

“I got better,” MK brought up.

“Like hell you did,” the pig demon raised his voice at MK who scooted back and covered his ears. Pigsy tried to comfort the kid, who was still covering their ears with their eyes shut tightly. The pig sighed and turned back to face the Monkey King and stated firmly, “You got a lot of questions to answer so you better get talking!”

With barely any effort, Wukong pushed Pigsy away with a finger, “I get that you have questions, but I really only expected the kid today.”

“Well you got to deal with it,” Pigsy commented, “So spill it, did you know this,” Pigsy gestured to the younger monkey present, “would happen?”

“Well,” the pilgrim droned as he rubbed the back of his neck, “Not really, it's complicated…”

The scholar managed to sort himself out and pushed up their glasses asked, “Complicated?” Tang stormed next to Pigsy and was now staring at the king and stated, “How is you being one of four spiritual primates that are known to be powerful demons with immense power complicated?”

The older monkey held their hand up and opened their mouth to speak before lowering his hand with a deep sigh, “When you put it that way,” Wukong looked at MK before turning back to Tang, “Maybe I should have expected that the kid would inherit more than just my powers when he became my successor.”

Tang stared at the Monkey King dumbfounded, “You didn’t see this coming? Really?”

A nervous chuckle escaped the sage who admitted, “Yeah, and I’ve known that I would have a successor for centuries,” Wukong was honest about that, “You would think that it would have crossed my mind at some point, right?”

“Yes!” Pigsy and Tang said in unison, Pigsy raising his voice while Tang said it with uncertainty.

“Well, it didn’t,” Wukong stated as he looked away from the group, “For the most part I’m in the same boat as the rest of you on this,” the sage then said, “This is the first time a human has inherited a spiritual primate’s power.”

“Dang MK,” the dragon girl who had been silent perked up and said to MK with a smile, “That means you’re the first person to be turning into a spiritual monkey.”

The kid finally uncurled himself from where he was and looked at Mei with a smile, “Yeah.”

The next few hours were spent asking Monkey King questions, and the sage answered as many as he could. Tang asked if MK would be able to shapeshift, which Wukong confirmed that the kid will, but should not even try to transform until the transformation was complete. The reason for that was that shapeshifting before the transformation is complete could possibly end up tearing MK apart. Pigsy and Tang then forbade MK from even trying to do after hearing that. That then led to Pigsy asking if MK would ever be able to change back, a question that slightly offended Wukong at first until the pig demon explained that he was concerned about the kid’s safety. That was when Wukong brought up the limiting seal.

“Limiting seal?” MK asked, “What does that do?”

“It will limit your powers so that you can grow into them,” the Monkey King explained, “It should also slow down the transformation process so that you can get adjusted to your new assets,” then he gave the kid a concerned glance, “The downside is that you won’t be invincible anymore, or at least until you fully grow into your powers.”

“Wait…I’M INVINCIBLE!” MK exclaimed before tripping over his tail that wrapped itself around the kid’s leg, “Okay, let’s do it.”

“No going back,” Wukong stated before performing the movements to create the seal. The monkey put his hands together over his head before moving them to the sides and pushing the palms of his hands towards MK, the area was covered in a gold tint as the kid fell backward after the seal was completed.

Pigsy rushed to help his kid get back to his feet only for the kid’s tail to end up tripping the pig demon, “Can you teach the kid to control his tail,” Pigsy stood back up and grumbled, “It’s a miracle you didn’t manage to break anything this morning kid.”

“It’s normal for young monkeys to have trouble controlling their tails,” The great sage remarked before shrugging, “It probably won’t be that hard to help MK learn to control his.”

“REALLY!” MK’s gold eyes sparkled at the thought of the Monkey King teaching him how to be a monkie, the kid’s tail wagging behind them like an excited puppy. Near MK, Mei cleared her throat to grab everyone’s attention.

“So, anyone going to call out that MK totally responded to the Monkey King’s chirp?” Mei reminded everyone of what began this encounter on the boat.

“I what!” MK exclaimed, “I don’t remember this.”

The legendary Sun Wukong walked over to where his successor sat and ruffled the kid’s hair, “Don’t worry about it, kid.”

“The Monkey King chirped, and you chirped back,” the dragon girl then ruined any chance there was left of the older monkey to avoid it, “Guess you weren’t paying attention when you did that.”

“If I recall correctly, a monkey chirp is used by parents to call their young who will respond back,” Tang commented, immediately MK looked at the Monkey King who silently affirmed that Tang was correct on that matter, “Of course, it could have been a fluke, so maybe try to do that again with MK to see if he responds.”

It wouldn’t hurt to try, maybe the scholar was right, and it was just a one-time thing. So, the Monkey King looked at his the kid and let out a chirp, this chirp was louder than the one the king did on accident and the sound echoed all the way to the city where even the DBK and his family could hear it from their little lair. A few seconds later, MK replied with a chirp of his own, this time the kid recognized that it happened and covered his mouth.

“MK, how come you get three dads?” Mei asked the monkey-human hybrid who paused in realization.

“Monkey King is my dad now?”

“Now, shouldn’t we discuss this first,” Pigsy huffed, “Kids, why don’t you head inside while Tang and I discuss this with the Monkey King.”

MK was hesitant to leave, he obviously wanted to spend more time with his idol now mentor. Mei nodded, noting that Pigsy didn’t want the kid to be there for this conversation in particular, and dragged MK inside the boat. Pigsy waited until the door was closed before starting to confront the Monkey King.

“Look here,” Pigsy glared at the Monkey King before sighing, “The kid really looks up to ya, and if you really want to be another dad to him you better listen.”

...

The boat had turned back towards the city, seeing that there was really no reason to head to Flower Fruit Mountain when the Monkey King was on board. Said monkey was currently discussing with Pigsy and Tang on how things should proceed.

Sun Wukong had no idea what to expect when the noodle couple wanted to speak with him alone. Now as the sage listened to the pig demon, Sun Wukong had an idea as to why Pigsy was so protective of MK. Pigsy started off by threatening the Monkey King, that if the sage ever breaks the kid’s heart, then the pig demon would find a way to make Wukong wish he wasn’t immortal. Wukong was not worried about that as much, but the pig’s words still managed to send a chill down the immortal’s spine. After that was when Pigsy said that MK didn’t have the greatest childhood but would not delve further into that. The scholar then added to that by saying that it wasn’t either of their places to tell the sage more about it. Wukong attempted to pry about it, but Pigsy made it clear that he did not trust the monkey demon enough to tell them.

After that was out of the way, Pigsy said that he would be willing to split custody of MK if the Monkey King proves that they have MK’s best interests at heart. For now, the deal was that on weekends MK would stay with the Monkey King for training, and during the week MK will stay with Pigsy and Tang which Wukong agreed on. The terms were vague enough that the great sage had quite a bit of freedom to run with. It wasn’t like the pilgrim was not going to keep an eye on MK when he could.

Just as things were starting to settle, rain began to pour from the sky. At first it was a light drizzle with a bit of wind until it began to speed up and lightning sparked in the sky. It was odd to say the least, the weather station usually kept any severe weather like this from getting close to populated zones, and seeing as the boat was just a few minutes away from the city dock the sky should be clear as day.

“Odd, the forecast said that today would be a clear day,” Tang commented, “The weather station must be on the fritz.”

It wasn’t long after that a dragon girl and a partial demon monkey rushed out of the house, both of them talking over one another as they tried to tell the older adults. Between the rain pounding down and the thunder claps it was hard to figure out what the two were saying until MK shouted.

“Red Son has taken over the weather station!”

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