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mrsluthordanvers · 3 years ago

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Everything’s Different

Kara returns from the phantom zone, and some relationships just aren't the same as she left them

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Being sent to the Phantom Zone was Kara’s worst nightmare come true. It had chilled her to the bone. Left her teeth chattering and her muscles aching, even after weeks being back on Earth under the yellow sun. The emptiness had wrapped itself around her, suffocating her, making her lose her way as she stumbled through the darkness, making her lose her grasp on reality.

It haunted her at night. Every time she closed her eyes she was back there, fighting to get back home, fighting for her family. Every night she woke up gasping, feeling small and scared, the noises of the city ringing in her ears. It felt just like when she first arrived on Earth.

The Phantom Zone was her worst nightmare come true, and yet; sitting outside Andrea’s office waiting to be reprimanded feels like a close second.

Not only does Kara not have the Cat Grant article Nia had promised in order to cover for her sudden disappearance. She has to watch Lena sit in one of Andrea’s chairs with her high heels tucked underneath so she can curl up comfortably. One hand lazily looped around a glass of amber liquid as she laughs.

After days of lying alone on a stainless-steel bed under a yellow sun lamp hoping to have a chance to talk to Lena. Praying to Rao for the opportunity to tell Lena her last secret, one she didn’t even know she had until she was navigating the phantom zone alone, grasping to thoughts of her loved ones to make it through. The sight of Lena laughing with another woman, her hand gently squeezing Andrea’s, makes Kara’s heart clench.

She wishes she could slip away. Duck out of CatCo and avoid this situation altogether. But Kara knows that Andrea has already seen her. Just like Cat, Andrea’s office is strategically placed to give her the best vantage point – and put on the best show.

But this is one show Kara would rather not witness.

Kara’s thoughts are spiralling so rapidly now, that she’s missed Lena putting on her heels and walking in her direction.

“Kara?” Lena looks just as surprised to see Kara, she halts in the doorway as Kara stands so abruptly that she has to scramble to keep her notebook from hitting the floor.

“I didn’t know Alex- “Lena quiets as she glances over her shoulder before she steps forward, letting the office door close against her back.

“How are you feeling?” Lena asks so quietly it makes Kara want to rush to comfort her.

“Good.” Kara immediately responds, without giving much thought to the truth of it. Lena’s head tilts in a way that says she knows that too.

“Better.” Kara adjusts, with a slight shrug and a touch to the corner of her glasses.

They stand in silence for a moment, neither one willing to make eye contact and unsure where to go from here.

“I should go-“

“Would you like to-“

Both laugh awkwardly as they finally look at each other.

“Go ahead.” Lena offers.

“I was going to ask if you would like to have lunch with me? If Andrea doesn’t fire me that is.”

“Oh.” Lena pauses as she looks over her shoulder again, arms folding in front of her. “I actually have lunch plans with Andrea today.”

“Oh.” Kara nods aggressively, “Of course, maybe tomorrow? Big Belly Burger?”

For a second Kara thinks Lena looks guilty but it’s gone in a flash.

“Andrea and I– “

“Right.” Kara waves Lena off not wanting to hear the rest, doing her best to ignore how her stomach rolls and her jaw clenches.

Lena turns quickly to give Andrea a wave through the window before she steps around Kara in a cloud of expensive perfume. “I’m really sorry Kara, but I have to go.”

Lena’s gone before Kara can mumble out her understanding.

Taking a deep breath, Kara steps inside Andrea’s office with a light knock.

“I’m not paying you to hide outside my office all day.” Andrea scolds as Kara steps inside. “Ms. Nal told me that you’ve been working on an article with Cat Grant?”

Kara opens her mouth, still unsure of what she’s going to say to get out of this predicament.

“Before you tell me another lie,” Kara tries not to squirm under Andrea’s gaze. “I’m not going to ask where you’ve been. You’re a popular writer amongst our subscribers so I’m not going to make the mistake of firing you... Yet. But you will have to make this up to me. So, for the next month you are taking over the How-To column for Andy. And I don’t want to hear complaints.”

Kara jerks her head understanding and tries to take her leave.

“Kara.” Andrea calls her attention back just as she’s about to push through the door. “Don’t even think about trying to ask Lena to change my mind.”

Kara’s phone breaks in her palm as she exits the office. grabbing her purse on route to the elevator.

“Where are you going?” Nia hisses after her.

“To find a story.”

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Kara only catches glimpses of Lena at the tower after that. She sees more of Lena on the cover of tabloids at the grocery store than she does in person. Today it’s a red-carpet photo that stares at her across the packs of pop-tarts she has on the conveyor belt. Lena’s turned into Andrea as she looks at the camera over her shoulder. Andrea’s hand sits low on her hip as she looks in the opposite direction, her jawline on full display as she smirks at a different camera.

Kara barely notices when she reaches across to grab the magazine. She does her best not to tear the delicate pages as she rapidly flips through them until she finds another photo. She can feel the heat growing behind her eyes the longer she stares at it. Lena’s posed almost the exact same, but Andrea is leaning in this time to press a kiss to the corner of Lena’s mouth. It’s oddly intimate for a red-carpet photo and it makes Kara throw the magazine onto the conveyer belt next to a case of cookies just to stop looking at it.

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“Is this why you’ve been avoiding me?” Kara practically throws the magazine on Lena’s coffee table in greeting as she walks in through the balcony doors.

“I’m sorry?” Lena blinks slowly as she looks from the superhero to the magazine that’s fallen open to the picture of her and Andrea.

“You and Andrea are pals now?”

Lena snorts as she untangles herself from the couch to put the kitchen island between them as she starts to make a pot of tea.

“What?”

Kara’s fist clenches as Lena shakes her head. “That might be the only time that has been used correctly by the press.”

Kara watches Lena with a blank face as she looks up from filling the kettle.

“Andrea and I are hardly friends.”

“Then what is it?” Kara asks exasperated, as she slowly approaches the kitchen island but doesn’t sit. “If it’s not Andrea, what is it? Why have you been avoiding me?”

“Andrea’s been helping me.”

“With what?” Kara tries to keep the hurt out of her voice as she takes another step forward, watching Lena scoop some loose tea leaves into a pot and put a strainer over her mug.

“Lex.”

“Lex?” Now Kara’s confused. The tower has been trying to deal with Lex, albeit unsuccessfully.

“Andrea is helping me to take down Lex.”

“I don’t understand... I thought we were taking down Lex together.”

“Lex knows that you’re back from the phantom zone, and he knows I’ve been helping you. I just thought if it looked like I wasn’t helping you anymore he might let his guard down.”

“So, you’ve just been kissing Andrea instead?”

Lena sighs heavily as she pours hot water into the tea pot. “Kara…”

“No.” Kara crosses her arms, “You could’ve told me. I could’ve helped you!”

“I didn’t want you to help me!”

That makes Kara freeze. Her face contorting as she watches Lena snap at her.

“I thought we were over this.”

“It’s not about that.”

Kara doesn’t listen as she turns on her heel, trying not to put a foot through Lena’s floor as she marches to the balcony.

“I love you!”

Kara pauses, one hand on the glass door.

“I didn’t want your help because I love you. And I can’t keep losing you.”

“You love me?” Kara asks as she turns slowly.

“Against my better judgement.” Lena snarks, but it holds no heat as she lifts her chin that Kara can only laugh.

“Are you laughing at –“

“I love you too.” Kara blurts, refusing to let Lena get the wrong idea. “I’ve wanted to tell you for weeks.”

“Oh.” Lena nods to herself as she drops her gaze to pour her tea through the strainer. “That’s good.”

“Lena.” Kara whispers immediately appearing at Lena’s side as she wraps a hand around Lena’s slim wrist. “Look at me.”

Kara uses her other hand to reach for Lena’s chin, a finger gently hooking underneath to move her gaze. When pale blue-green eyes settle on her Kara smiles.

“I love you.” Kara repeats with all the earnestness she can muster. “And I’d really like to be the one to help you take down Lex.”

“Okay.” Lena replies in a hushed tone as she gives Kara a tiny nod.

“You won’t lose me.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

#supergirl #supercorp #nemo writes #119 days since I last posted something to ao3 #this was a lovely request from a follower to add to green eyed monster #always love having fun with this series #hope you enjoy <3 #would love if y'all checked it out

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sashi-ya · 3 years ago

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Hi Sashi!!!! I've finally worked up the courage to request for your event haha

If it's no trouble, could I possibly request an nsfw with Kisuke x a female reader with the 'finding shelter' prompt in a Modern AU please?

If not, that is perfectly okay! Thank you, have a wonderful day/night🖤

Hii baby! of course! I give it a twist to the prompt so I hope you don't mind me experimenting with something a bit dif! Please enjoy and sorry about how this turned out to be long as f 😂 thank u for requesting! 🌙

ㅤ 🌛 One Piece x Bleach Crossover Event : Under The Moon 🌜

NSFW ~ Urahara Kisuke x F! Reader ~ Seeking Shelter

tw: Ok, sorry to spoil the story but this is important to be adress; the city suffers an earthquake and several aftershocks after the initial one. Everybody is alright. I know this is a sensitive topic, I was born in one the most sismic places in europe so I kinda experienced this situations a lot of times. So please if this is triggering for you, do not read. if you ask yourself why I wrote 119 instead of 911 it is because 911 in Japan is 119

tw 2: NSFW. Shameless sex with the owner shop after he comforted you. Vag, oral, fingering. Modern AU.

wc: 5.6K (Posted also in AO3 so it's easier to read)

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It’s been a long time since I have loved. I moved looking for adventures to the other side of the world.

You came unexpectedly like an earthquake, shaking my life…

You protected me from the danger. While I thought the walls were crashing around me, the ones that really did were my heart’s...

The new shop that had opened no more than a month ago seemed -as always- lonely. You wondered why there weren’t many clients and thought maybe it was about the store to be newly open. In any case you never had the need to visit them until that same night.

The last hours of a stressful day were encountering you tired but always with a smile on your face. You took a look at the shop right across the street before opening your door and then entered to be received by your cat, Momo. He was meowing out loud, more than normally, taking you by surprise.

“What’s going on, baby? Are you hungry?” you asked him as you walked inside to discover his plate had no food left. “Oh, you ate a lot, huh?”. You walked up to the cabinet where your kitty cat has its stuff to realize he had run out of food. “Ah shit, I completely forgot, Momo!”.

You were already thinking about opening a tuna can from yours to feed him, after all it was your fault and he deserved a treat occasionally, until you remembered that thankfully, like a saving star, the new store in front of your apartment was still open when no other was. “Momo, I will buy your food in a second! Let’s go” you chimed, grabbing your keys, and waiting for him to follow you. He was trained to accompany you, and it was not a big deal since you only had to cross the street. Your cat meowed sadly, hating probably on that store. He loves tuna over the rest of things and that place took the opportunity out of him, but he was still up for the small adventure of meeting a new store.

You retouched your lipstick. That day you felt adventurous and chose a bold red colour for them. “Life is pretty boring”, you thought. “Maybe a little colour would spice things up”

The air felt heavy, it wasn’t hot, but it wasn’t cold either. Above you the moon shined peacefully, and some of your neighbours’ cars were already parked outside. You look at each side of the street before crossing and right before entering the store, a classic Japanese one, you put Momo over your shoulder. “Just in case they have a dog, you know?” you told him, to which he responded purring his head against your temple.

“Hello? Is it still open?” you entered bowing, respectfully due to the late hours. There was nobody around, and it didn’t seem weird for you at first, cause normally the owners are usually in their houses at the back doing stuff when their stores aren’t busy. You took a look around, everything was in its place, and you even found your favourite candy, “Chappy the Bunny gummies”. You giggled and told Momo if he wanted some.

“Meow ~” a black cat greeted you first, jumping gracefully from behind to the counter, causing Momo to stiffen up over your shoulder. You thought it was weird, because Momo was in fact a pretty sociable pet, but maybe he just got scared. “Hi, kitty! What’s your name? Are you the manager here?” you joked, patting its tiny head.

“Hi! Welcome!” a man’s voice caught you by surprise. You looked towards him, a big smile and golden locks sprouting from under a green and white striped bucket hat. You weren’t able to see his eyes completely, something that made you a little nervous. “Yoruichi is my manager, yes. I’m Urahara Kisuke! Nice to meet you! What were you looking for?” he chimed, so charmfully that despite the fact it was the first time you met this man you felt as if you had known him from another reality.

“Hi, I’m (Name). I was wondering if you had some cat food. Any brand would do. This kitty ate it all and we ran out of it” you told him, earning a bump on your head by Momo who apparently wasn’t gonna eat “any” brand. “Hi, Kitty. You ate it all, huh? I don’t sell cat food, but my manager here would spare some for him, right Yoruichi-san?”.

You felt terrible, you wouldn’t like to take food from other animals. “Oh, it’s ok! I can give him a tuna can until tomorrow, it’s ok!” you instantly told him. Momo meowed happily but the black cat came closer to Urahara, grazing his body against him in a beautiful way, showing conformity to his request. “See? Yourichi-san is ok with it!!”

Momo fixed his feline gaze on his counterpart, and you could swear he was spitting insults at the black cat, but as long as he didn’t dare to move from your side, Youruichi was safe from any possible attack related to the tuna situation.

“Here” Kisuke handed you a little bag with the cat food. “Thank you, sir, how much is it?” you asked, reaching for the little purse hanging from the keys. He tilted his head to the side, “how… much? It’s a gift from us! Though, I have a special request in return” he said, pointing at you with a hand fan and then blowing his golden locks slightly off his face.

You couldn’t resist the urge to take a subtle peek under his hat to see his eyes. You were able to see one of his steel grey eyes and despite him looking friendly and funny you could swear deep inside his iris there was a hint of mystery… and perhaps roughness and madness, you know, like the mad hatter.

You swallowed; his vibe was at best confusing. Or maybe it was just your imagination… “Please, tell me your request” you proceed to speak, curious and a little scared. What does this man could ask in return for a little bag of cat food after all?

“I’d like you to tell me which food does your little kitty eat, that way I can sell it to you every time you need it” he chimed gracefully, earning a sigh of relief from you. “Sure, sir Urahara-san” you mumbled, petting Momo in the head.

The ambience suddenly felt heavy for some seconds, it wasn’t exactly hot, but you could sense something slightly oppressive in the air around you. He did the same and your eyes met for a brief second. None of you spoke, but both clearly understood there was something weird going on. Momo and Yoruichi suddenly jumped off their places into the floor of the shop.

“Momo?!” you asked, because even if the heavy atmosphere was gone by then it wasn’t usual that Momo would act so weird all of a sudden. You thought he was going to pick a fight with Urahara’s cat, but it wasn’t the case. Both of them looked and meowed at the both of you and ran to the back of the store.

Urahara walked after the cats, telling you to follow him. The felines -now friends- ran to hide under some boxes of who knows what at the storage. “Momo?! What’s going on? Get out! You are messing up Urahara-san's inventory!” you scolded your pet, feeling ashamed. First you took food from his cat and now your cat is creating a ruckus in the back of that man’s store.

But Kisuke laughed, he seemed really carefree about the situation, but deep inside his eyes were scanning the place just to find the disturbance that could have been causing the cats to suddenly run away and seek shelter. And in fact, the kitties were right… a huge danger was coming closer to you. Animals are known to sense vibrations that for humans go unnoticed and you soon understood that they were absolutely right in hiding…

The earthquake early warning alarm went off right 20 seconds before the first shake occurred under your feet. Kisuke’s phone and the store radio rang announcing strong tremors to be felt near your zone and how you must be prepared for it. You widen your eyes, looking outside a little window at your apartment sure you shouldn’t go back there even if all your stuff would become dust.

At first, the ground shaked almost imperceptibly, but a few seconds later the whole place began to move from side to side. The earth was trembling, and that was definitely the earthquake hitting your area. You lose balance, but the man wearing a green haori and a bucket hat saved you from falling. “Careful, (Name)-chan” he said, smiling beautifully as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Careful, follow me…” he sweetly and calmly told you, and stumbling you both walked together to some stairs that would take you to a little basement. He held you up in his arms and put you inside the little door that would lead to there, and then he entered. “Youruichi-san, Momo-kun ❤ ~?” He called the cats, who flashed their green and yellow eyes showing him they won’t be moving from where they were. “Very well, stay there then!” he said and much to your desperation he closed the little door over your heads.

You protested. “Momo!! Why? Why is he outside?!!”

“Calm down Miss, they are cats! They will be safer than us! I even left the bag of food open so they will be fine! Don’t worry!” He told you, placing his hands over your shoulder to calm you down even though the ground beneath your feet was shaking, intensely and never endlessly. Some cans fell from stands that were covering the walls of the basement and you noticed there was also a bed and some blankets there.

Yet, your eyes were blurred by tears that were flooding your lids. You were scared. It was your first earthquake since you have moved to Japan, and you have never experienced something like that. But you, nevertheless, felt safe. Safe in the arms of a store manager that you had just met. “Sir… is this?” you asked, trembling, grabbing the sides of his green haori. “An earthquake, (Name)-chan. Don’t panic, we will be safe here. I do use this place as a shelter for stuff like this” he informed you with the softest tone, bringing you closer to his chest. You couldn’t help but feel comfort in those arms, as if for some reason you knew that man from past lives.

You suddenly heard loud crashes, sounds you would attribute to structures falling, walls crashing down or who knows what. But you were safe, and aside from the initial panic nothing has hurt you, nor him. Urahara quickly took his phone to check on the security cameras from the place and outside as soon as the initial trembling had passed. Smoke all around didn’t let him see clearly, but he did see that Yoruichi and Momo were sitting outside the store looking perplexed at what was happening to the building.

“The kitties are alright, see? told you!” he said, smiling and showing you the screen. Screen that soon turned black as the electrical power and perhaps the CCTV cameras were damaged from the debris. You breathed alleviate. Nothing mattered the most than Momo and of course his new friend, Yoruichi. The buildings could crumble but as long as you had your only companion in this lonely life, you were happy.

But now, there was another problem… The basement door was completely stuck, and it was almost impossible to open. “We are stuck here, Urahara-san!” you screamed in horror. “Don’t fear, let me try… probably something heavy fell over it, but we will manage to opeeeeen…. thee- fucki- door” he finished, pushing the door up with no success.

“Well, yes. We are stuck. How unfortunate…” he mumbled, trying to keep his cool not to scare you. You sat over the little cot that was taking over half of the space of the basement. Basement that in fact saved your life, probably.

He sat crossing his legs on the ground facing you. Kisuke didn’t speak for a few minutes, and you could see him think about something intensely. You, that really needed to know what to do next, regretted the moment you got out of the house without your phone because “it’s just a second, we cross the street and we come back”.

But you won’t come back, at least for a couple of hours… or even more. You were unaware of the damages outside and how busy the emergency systems must be by now. Plus, you were safe, who knew how many people might need help before you. And that was stated by Kisuke soon after he realized he had been in silence for a long time now.

“So, my phone shows we are still at risk of aftershocks. I can quite access any website, Wi-Fi and power is gone. The phone service too. Do you have your phone to check if you have a signal?” he asked, making you feel like an idiot because you didn’t have any phone with you.

You blinked and took your hands to your temples. “I- I didn’t bring my phone with me… I’m a fucking idiot”. Urahara tilted his head, “an idiot you say? Why? is not that you could predict an earthquake after all”.

You couldn’t understand why and how that man could be so calm and had always the right words to tell, but you were grateful to be in this situation with someone like him… though the mystery behind his eyes was still haunting you, after all he was just a stranger to you.

“Thanks, Urahara-san. You have saved me with your quick reactions, I will be in debt for this forever” you admit, because it was true. You had frozen the very moment the alarms went off. You weren’t in the slightest used to that type of emergencies, not at least where you were from. “You are welcome, darling. Would you like some tea?” he offered you, as he stood up and brushed his wrinkly clothes off imaginary crumbles.

“Tea?” you asked, where the hell would he be getting tea in a basement? “Uhum, plain green or peach flavoured? I bet you like peaches, your cat is called Momo!”. The blonde man reached for one of the boxes scattered on the floor and took two bottles of iced -well not that cold- tea.

You couldn’t help but giggle. That man had everything ready for this? Was he some kind of psychic? “I love peaches, indeed” you said, stretching your arm to grab the bottle he was passing to you. He gifted you a sweet smile, and the shadow from his bucket hat made his eyes look dark… dark, intense, sexy. But somehow… dangerous.

“It’s just a shadow” you shook your head, easing the warning signals your mind wouldn’t stop emitting.

During the following half an hour he asked about when you had moved to Japan and what you were doing there. You gave him brief information about your life that he took it with a smiling countenance. He also told you that he had left his old work to become a freelance researcher and had to open the store to sustain his investigations. Though, he never told you what those “investigations” were based on. He also told you he wasn’t living alone there. His friend and his two kids were fortunately out of the country during those days. “They took a trip to Hawaii; can you believe it? And me, here, vibrating with the ground” he joked, as careless as possible.

The time passed and even if you were expecting his phone to warn you about new tremors, it didn’t. And because it didn’t work, the next aftershock took you by total surprise. It was even stronger than the initial earthquake and you felt dizzy and scared once again.

“God damn, this is a never-ending shit, isn’t it?” he said, holding you in his arms. And you couldn’t say no, you just felt safer around his embrace for the endless two minutes the trembling lasted. This time even the emergency lights flickered, and you could hear how stuff fell over the door of the basement making it more impossible to lift than before.

You stayed kneeling on the ground with him hugging you despite the aftershock had stopped. He didn’t have a problem keeping the hug, but the moment he attempted to loosen the grip you tighten your arms around his waist. “I’m sorry Sir, but… can I stay like this a little longer?”. He nodded and pushed you closer once again.

You don’t know how many more minutes you stayed like this, but you enjoyed every single moment of it. A subtle manly scent filled your senses as your cheek was pressed against his chest. The green kimono, loosen and wrinkly opened opportunely allowing you to take a subtle look from his prominent collar bones to his belly. And it’s not that you would think of sex during an earthquake, but you would lie if you said you weren’t enjoying the view.

And Kisuke knew, and he wasn’t mad in the slightest, because he wanted you as much as you did want him. But the reality of what was going on hit you soon and it wasn’t time to think about this like a plot for a porno. He cleared his throat as you two parted away. You fixed your eyes on the ground and numbed knees, your cheeks were burning, and you could swear you were blushing like in those anime you watch.

“I’m gonna try to call 119, ok?” he said, tucking a tuft of loose hair behind your ear. “Y-yes…” you mumbled, softly grazing the same place his thumb caressed a second before. But he didn’t have any luck. The lines had collapsed, and his phone informed he had less than 15% of battery. “Shit…” he protested, pressing his hat against his head and face.

And then, the emergency lights started blinking and beeping sounding nonstop.

He didn’t let his annoyance get to him and forced his good mood to return quickly after he remembered you were there next to him. “Listen it’s almost 2 am, the lights turn off automatically at 2:10 to save energy so it's gonna be dark in here until 6 am. What about getting some sleep?” he told you, pointing to the cot behind you.

You sat on the cot and untied your shoelaces quickly before the lights went off, feeling terrible as you were going to use the only bed available. “Urahara-san, take this” you said, giving him the little pillow and covers to him. “You shouldn’t sleep on the floor in your own place, but at least use this”.

You frowned, you weren’t annoyed, but it took you by surprise. “Uh… there? the two of us?” you asked, stuttering.

“No, silly. You. I will sleep on the floor, don’t worry” he laughed, and you wanted to bury your head inside the centre of the earth.

“Thank you, (Name)-chan. But call me Kisuke, please. We are going to be stuck in here for a long time, might as well get comfortable with my name” he told you, fixing the futon on the floor, right next to the cot. “I hope you don’t mind me sleeping closer to you, it’s just that the racks there are prone to falling and I don’t want to wake up with a huge bump on my head” he giggled, resting his back on the floor.

You smiled subtly, taking a look at his fine, handsome features and the messy beard on his chin. He had taken off his hat finally, and despite the flickering lights you were able to see his facade perfectly. “No problem Urahara-san…I mean, Kisuke! Please, wake me up if you need something from me” you told him, soon realizing the weight of those words, covering your mouth as the lights finally turned off.

You couldn’t sleep for at least half an hour more. “I should connect my tongue to my brain… those words sounded so badly” you thought, until the exhaustion of the terrible situation hit your body and your eyelids finally closed. You drifted into a reverie land, something similar to heaven. A strange society where people would wear black kimonos and swords. Kisuke was there too, funny enough he was “a captain” in that society. Dreams are said to be a place of wonders but that simply amazed you by the number of details your mind had created.

Soon that society started trembling, and you realized it wasn’t your dreams but the real world. This time even harder than before, the cot legs closed, and you fell into the floor hitting your back against it. You opened your eyes, scared as hell and almost shouting, but loving arms wrapped around you in a supportive embrace.

“Kisuke…” you whispered, nuzzling into what you think was the crook of his neck, because the lights were still off. “Don’t worry it’s just another tremor. Are you ok? Are you hurt?” he asked, with his chin over the crown of your head and his hand going up and down your back while the trembling motions would still go on and on.

You sniffled. “I’m ok. I got sc-scared” you mumbled, containing tears, because you were frankly fed up with that torture. “I’m glad you are safe, (Name)” he sighed, placing a peck on your head.

You widened your eyes, because he had just kissed you… and you weren’t mad, you wanted it so bad… you really wanted it. “Don’t cry, ok? It will be over in a couple of hours, I’m sure. Please try to relax” he said, brushing your hair back as he felt his neck damped with your salty tears.

Would it be that bad if you dared to kiss his neck? just a kiss, a peck, just placing your lips over his skin. Would it really be that bad, that indecent to do so during a moment like this? with a man you just knew but that had saved your life?

And you did, despite any moral rules.

Your lips barely grazed his skin. And you could feel him stiffen up. But he didn’t push you away. And then again, another peck, this time with clear intentions of kissing him. Another one came after the second one, this time subtly touching his skin with the tip of your tongue, leaving a wet spot.

Kisuke sighed, realizing a building up tension inside his own soul. He was burning already, and you turned the fire on with just a simple action. “(Name)-san?... are you-?” he asked, pushing you a little off himself, faces only illuminated by a little standby red light from the emergency lights.

You couldn’t pronounce any words, but you could surely express your intentions with actions. You crawled up to face him. Lips close, oh so close. Both could feel the warmth of your breaths on them. “Should I kiss you now, (Name)?” he asked, despite knowing the answer already. “Uhum…”.

Your lips met, sealing in a kiss that went from simply grazing mouths to passionate tongue dancing. He softly grunted as you made out, striping a moan from you when his hands went straight to squeeze your hips. Your bodies pressed, eliminating any opening in between them. Close, so close. Hard and wet, both sexes were. Throbbing, needy, stress to be released choosing sex to do so during such adverse situation. The world seemed to be caving in around you, but you were safe in the arms of a man you just met, but you felt your souls were already connected from before.

Kisuke slowly but surely guided you to be on top of him, pure darkness, everything you felt was based on the rest of your senses. Your hand rested on his chest. He felt warm on your palms and the tips of your fingers. Tips that traced a path from his jaw to his belly, slowly, delicately, teasing him… You humped slowly over his growing hardness, you felt him harder each second it passed, and your panties became wet as his tip would caress just the right point.

“Benihime” he moaned, pulling you from your arms to meet his mouth, needy oh so needy. “Benihime, my crimson princess… those red lips” he whined before attacking your mouth once again. You moved your hips back and forth, this time harder, ripping from his throat a guttural grunt. And he couldn’t take it any longer. He grabbed your wrists and in a quick, violent motion you were then pinned against the floor.

Kisuke lifted your shirt, he was so desperate for you he didn’t even bother to take it all off. He just wanted to bury himself in between your breasts. And he did, kissing, nuzzling, even licking each and every patch of skin around your lingerie. He passed his arms under you, searching for the clasp of your bra to free you from the clothing jail.

Once you were completely exposed to him, even if the subtle led light of the emergency lights were the only source of illumination he didn’t care and he didn’t need to see to enjoy your hard sensitive nipples. He sucked, he licked, he even nibbled on them. “Why is it that you are so delicious, princess? your skin smells and tastes so good” he said in between sucking and taking gasps of air to continue with the sweet torturing stimulation.

You passed your fingers through his hair, brushing his bangs off his face, unable to see but eager to feel his features. Only one of his eyes under the shadow influence of the darkness was visible for you, the red glare of the standby light would reflect on his steel irises turning him into something similar to a demon. A demon that couldn’t stop devouring you.

Kisuke’s hands squeezed your breasts once he decided it was time to occupy his mouth in other parts of your anatomy. He let a trail of kisses from your chest down your belly, pulling your pants off with just his teeth. “Now, let me… let me take you to heaven” he mumbled, breathing closely to your wet core.

You squirmed and bit your own forearm to muffle a loud moan wanting to escape your lips. “I wanna hear you sing for me, princess… don’t cover your mouth” he ordered as the first finger penetrated your entrance. He pumped it up and down several times to get it wet enough for you to taste it yourself. “Taste yourself, aren’t you delicious?” he said, taking his finger to your mouth and making you suck it all.

He shivered, the way you suck the whole finger made him want to stick his dick inside your mouth and fuck it until he couldn’t take it anymore. But he resisted the urge to do so, because that moment was just for you, and he wanted to have a full course meal with your core.

His tongue attacked your spread labia, his fingers held you open. He went up and down, circles around your clit, sucking and slurping your increasing honeys without spilling a single drop of them. You arched your back; sure this was the first time a man was matching the pleasure your own fingers only knew how to give.

Urahara pressed your belly down, as his tongue was joined by a beckoning motion of his fingers inside you. You couldn’t help but moan louder, pulling from his ashy blonde hair as climax would soon hit your body. “Come for me, (Name)-san” he encouraged you right at the verge of exploding. And you did, to a body completely surrendered to him, trembling, repeating his name…

“Kisuke…”

You realized the releasing pressure of your orgasm damped the whole place around you and even his forearm. And he was satisfied, but not completely. It was time for him to have a reward, and you didn’t hesitate in pulling him closer.

“Princess, you are eager for more, don’t you?” he asked, while you, drunk on passion, untied the kimono that was barely covering his body. “I want more, Kisuke. I want more from you” you pleaded, sitting on the floor, and kissing his hip bones as he remained kneeling near you.

“And I’ll be pleased to give it to you” he chimed, pushing you back to the floor. You spread your legs, erroneously thinking he was going to fuck you in a classic missionary position. Oh but, Urahara Kisuke is anything but classic and so it shows. “Turn around, my dear (Name)-san” he ordered, helping you with his hands around your hips.

You waited for further instructions with your belly against a wet patch of your own last orgasm. He pulled your hips up but pressed your head against the floor. “Just ass up, you will like this”. Of course, you did, you wanted him to fuck you in any possible way.

You felt him place behind you, his left leg on the side of your hip, the other with his knee on the ground. He dragged his thumb up and down, from your entrance to the perineum and from there to your rear. “I’m kinda trying to decide where to fuck you first” he told you, passing his palm from the small of your back up your spine. You shivered. His soft, lustful voice could have been enough to drag you to hell and heaven.

Next step was using the throbbing, dripping tip of his dick to graze your entrances as he lubricated them mixing his own squirt with yours. Up and down, sometimes sloppily barely entering. You moved your ass against him, wagging your hips as if you were some kind of kitty cat. You needed him to already be inside you. “You want me? huh? princess?” he asked as he aligned himself with your entrance.

“Yes, Urahara-san… I want you”

“Then fuck me, go ahead” he said, inviting you to move. Order you didn’t even need to hear because you instantly pressed yourself against him. As you did, you felt your walls being stretched with him filling you up so good. You remained for a couple of seconds still, allowing your core to satisfy its need of being full by his hard shaft.

He couldn’t resist himself being still for a single moment more and so he started moving in and out of you. “Ugh, so tight” he grunted with his teeth clenched. You, at this moment, could only allow him to destroy your insides, mind blank, only focused on pleasure. He went on and on and on, making your legs tremble and hips weak.

“Getting tired, huh?” he asked and quickly with a hand around your belly he pulled you up and sat back with you still attached to him. You ended up sitting backwards on him, feeling him penetrating you even deeper than before. His teeth carved marks on your shoulder and back as his hips would move up and down, in and out of you and sometimes around.

Your body humped at his hammering motion, your breasts being squeezed by his hands, his tongue licking the trails of sweat on your back, your nails carved on his inner thighs at each side of yours.

Kisuke and you lasted long until the lights turned on again, showing each other's lustful tinted faces as who knows what number of orgasms were hitting you. “Good girl, sing for me one last time” he moaned, with his lips pressed on your cheek while his hand turned your face to the side to see you better.

“Yes… K-Kisuke… I-” you moaned, only able to pronounce such incoherencies because your body was bursting once again. You clenched around him, once, twice, milking his dick with your own core walls. He let himself go when he was sure you finished, bathing your insides with a so needy warm release. “Princess…” he sighed; forehead pressed against your shoulder. Bodies covered in sweat as the little basement was nothing but fresh.

Reality soon hits you both, but you didn’t care, and remained there attached to the other for a good amount of time. None of you dared to speak, until he helped you stand up to trembling, spasming legs.

“Well, this was certainly unexpected” he said, scratching his nape. “It certainly was, Urahara-san” you mumbled, smiling shyly. “I know we are still trapped here, but… would you join me a little longer in “bed”?” he said, extending his arm towards you. You took it with no hesitation and snuggled next to him. What could go wrong? either way nobody knew you were still down there… Your eyelids and his felt heavier and heavier until both fell asleep in cuddling.

…..

“Are you alright, miss? Sir?!!” “Meow, meow” “Are they naked? What the fuck?”

You sloppily opened your eyes watching people dressed in orange reflective vests take a look through the door of the basement. Momo and Yourichi were already next to you licking your face. “The hell…?” you mumbled. Kisuke pressed his body against yours grumbling because of the noises that were disturbing his sleep.

“KISUKE… THEY ARE HERE TO RESCUE US…!!!”

“Ah… just five more minutes Tessai…”

“It’s not Tessai, Urahara-san… it’s the firefighters”

Turns out that Momo and Yoruichi were intelligent enough to bring rescuers to the shop. The place wasn’t that damaged, and the door was just stuck because a huge rack had fallen over it and not a million debris as you thought.

“Huh, so it was just the rack? Oh, I knew, but still couldn’t opened it”

“But Sir, you had another exit on the other side, see? Behind that rack there” a firefighter pointed out the same rack he told you could fall during your sleep.

“Shut the hell up…” he grunted at him, while you widened your eyes and gawked at the realization of you didn’t wanting to see the door there, just in front of your eyes…

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fffinnagain · 4 years ago

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10 Years of Sherlock (TV) AO3 stats!

Sherlock fans, new and old, click below to read a long list of graphs and comments about our communities fanworks over the last 10 years. I scraped AO3 again and demonstrate that:

More creators are writing longer works in 2020

Readers engaged more as the fandom changed after S4

Top ten new tags per year for the last 10 years

And a lot more.

PS the code to gather this data and analyse it can be found way over here.

Activity over 10 years

The last 10 years in the BBC Sherlock fandom have been tumultuous, but this community persists, with engagement from new fans and continued creative output. To commemorate over a decade of squee, I’ve done another scrape of the fandom’s imprint on the Archive of Our Own and will share some insights from the numbers in these plots. A very late update on my post S4 snapshot from 2018.

Note: This analysis is of completed public fanworks only, about 101000 of the 122000 Sherlock (TV) works available at present. This is to remove the late WIP effect, which adds a bulge to the last few months, and out of respect to creators who wish to have their material reserved for other registered AO3 users.

The works are still coming

Counting the number of works posted per day, we can see the peaks associated with each series airing (in UK and US). After that, the number of works continues fairly evenly, 20-30 per day, plus seasonal peaks. This rate is continuing on without a hint of new canon in sight. So who is posting all this work?

Creator-waves, monthly output

Years ago I started plotting creator waves, basically I group fanwork producers by the year they first posted to the fandom and then count how many of this group are active in later time intervals. This lets us get a sense of how long people are contributing and whether new fans are getting the urge to create.

This plot of the Sherlock (TV) fanworks on AO3 shows the standard shape of plump participation in the first year of any given set of creators, followed by a slowly thinning tail as they because less active over time. Turnover is natural in fandoms, with most only posting a work or two within a fairly limited amount of time, while a precious few persist for years. The surprise for me here is that the ratio of new creators is higher in 2020 than it was in 2019. Maybe the excuse of lockdown encouraged more folks to take a turn at creating content.

Another way to look at the output of fan creators on AO3 is to see the total amount of words being shared across all fanworks. The total has been pretty close to 300-400k words per month since 2018! To get a sense of what that means per work, I also plotted the median number of words per fanwork in these monthly sets. The median in higher in the last year than it had been staying for a while.

Reader behaviour: Hits & Kudos & Comments

Fan creators are only part of the story. Stats on engagement are a bit trick to interpret, I’ve got some plots here that tell us something about how works have been engaged with over time.

The obvious first to consider is Hits. Above is the total number of Hits given to works published each month. This is the current totals, not a historical snapshot, so we have a very strong bias towards early works, what we might call the Classics Effect. Works that have been around longer have had the chance to be seen by more people, and in particular those works that become must-read classics in a fandom, extending their exposure through prominence in top ranked works and recommendations.

To cut down on the advantage of the classics, we can also consider median hits per work for each month. As most works get a lot attention when they are first posted and then fade out of sight, the median number of hits reflects instead the ratio of readers to creators, basically how many eyeballs are around to look at the latest work, regardless of status. The median plot shows how the hyper-visibility of the few work available before 2012, and then a more steady curve once the fandom had gotten established on the platform after Series 2. Amazingly, the hit rate for the median work was steady through the big bumps in activity with later series, a 1000 hits for median works between 2013 and 2018, followed by a slow decline. I’d expect the 2020 works to continue gaining for a few months yet, but the median is probably 50-60% of what is was when the show was in production.

Kudos counts and medians show a similar story to hits, but there is a dip down around 2013 for kudos reflects the frenzy of productivity that saw the fandom grow during the Series 2 hiatus. Readers were getting spoiled! From the airing of Series 3 (2014) until a year following Series 4 (2018), the median work received an even 60ish kudos and 1000 hits, a niche audience that decreased to 50/750 through 2018-2019. The numbers of 2020 suggest a smaller community of readers again, though these numbers may still rise a bit in the next few months before the median works are forgotten.

The statistic that tells a different story is Comments. Looking at the total comments counts, there isn’t a drop after Series 3 (2014). Instead, the fandom compensated for changing numbers with more feedback and discussion attached to works. This is reflected in the median comment rate as well, which shows seasonal variation but doesn’t really drop off until 2020.

It’s remarkable that without fresh canon we continue to have new creators contributing to the fandom, and while that may be outpacing the readership somewhat, the standard of engagement has been very high. One could say the fandom is chugging along quite nicely!

What about Tags

So, with all that turnover and shifting population, is there a change in the kinds of works being posted? We can look at tags, all tags and freeform tags, to see if there were any meaningful trends.

First up, I did a creator-wave like analysis of works just for tags, to see how tags continue to be used after being introduced. Unlike the creators, tags clearly persist for years. After 2015, it looks like the core tag set has been established, with very few tags persisting in usage per subsequent year.

This graph reports numbers over time that are not proportional to the number of works or creators active. Instead, works on AO3 have been getting more and more tags over the years, with the average steadily growing from 5 in 2011 to 15 in 2020, with freeform tags (not characters or ships) from 2 to 8.

To get a sense of fic and tagging culture changes over time, I counted the most popular NEW tags of each year (wave). Note: this analysis is using exact matches, not the networked associations of tag meanings wrangled into AO3 today, so some things that pop up aren’t new concepts but instead newly popular TAGs for whatever they represent.

2011: 2752 (First year, so all solid stuff, tags that continue to be popular forever)

Angst 323

Fluff 232

Humor 216

Hurt/Comfort 188

Romance 168

Friendship 168

Crossover 138

Crack 121

Alternate Universe 119

First Time 106

2012: 11637 (still early, first references to Series 2)

Fluff and Angst 145

Episode: s02e03 The Reichenbach Fall 97

Kid Sherlock 54

Puppies 50

Sad 48

Episode: s02e01 A Scandal in Belgravia 47

Mathematics 42

Season 2 spoilers 38

Omega Verse 38

Feels 38

2013: 16176 (Omegaverse nomenclature is growing, Top/Bottom terminology, new challenges)

Alpha Sherlock 65

Omega John 61

30 Day OTP Challenge 59

Tumblr: letswritesherlock 56

Top John 49

Sherlock Holmes Returns after Reichenbach 44

Bottom Sherlock 40

Reichenbach Angst 30

Don't copy work to another site 29

Age Regression/De-Aging 27

2014: 19256 (Mostly Series 3 related

Episode: s03e03 His Last Vow 249

Episode: s03e02 The Sign of Three 167

Post-His Last Vow 149

His Last Vow Spoilers 142

Sherlock Series 3 Spoilers 128

2000 AU 100

The Sign of Three Spoilers 74

Fatlock 72

Post-The Sign of Three 66

Post-Season/Series 03 57

2015: 14272 (New challenges, new prominent Sherlolly tags)

Chats 47

International Fanworks Day 2015 34

Watson's Woes July Writing Prompts 2015 27

S3 referenced 25

Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper Kissing 22

English Accent 22

Sound cloud 19

Eventual Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper 19

Protective John Watson 18

but not that kind of graphic 17

2016: 13517 (New stylistic tagging, TAB references, a lot of epilepsy?)

Slowwww burn 92

John Watson Loves Sherlock Holmes 37

Sherlock Holmes Loves John Watson 33

post-tab 30

JME 27

Post TAB 25

Juvenile Myoclonic Epilepsy 23

Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2016 19

epileptic 19

fraternal love 17

2017: 15067 (Series 4 tags and challenges)

Episode: s04e02 The Lying Detective 133

Episode: s04e01 The Six Thatchers 93

Post TFP 73

Sherlock Series 4 Spoilers 69

Episode: s04e03 The Final Problem 60

Post-Episode: s04e02 The Lying Detective 55

Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017 50

Post S4 48

Sherstrade Month 2017 44

31 Days of Porn Challenge 2017 41

2018: 10733 (Lost of new challenges, seasonal and weekly)

Towel Day 2018 64

Mystrade Valentines Calendar 2018 25

Kinktober 2018 23

Pregnant Molly Hooper 23

Soft Smut Sunday 23

Tom Robbins 23

Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2018 21

Inktober 2018 20

established universe 16

Always1895 16

2019: 7785 (More prompts, and character attitudes)

Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2019 25

221B Autumn Challenge 21

A-Z Christmas Prompt 19

KatsJohnlockXmas2019 16

Whumptober 11

Poor Greg Lestrade 11

Kinktober 2019 10

Dissonance 10

John Watson is a Good Friend 9

Sleepy Sherlock Holmes 8

2020: 8074 (Not all COVID related, thank heavens)

Mystrade Monday 59

COVID-19 48

Coronavirus 46

Mystrade Monday Prompts 40

Whumptober 2020 36

warning for a covid-19 setting 33

Flufftober prompts 2020 24

Do Not Translate 24

they're all right they're just at home 23

Granada Sherlolly 21

A little note from looking across all freeform tags, not just the new ones, we see a curious pattern with regards to two actions: First Kiss and Anal Sex. They appear amongst the most common tags as of 2014, neck in neck for two years, than Anal Sex drops off the top ten in 2016. From there out, First Kiss stays in the top 5 from that point on, while anal sex appears at rank 9 from 2017-2019 and is gone again in 2020. This probably says something about the fandom, somehow.

Bravo for making it to the end and thank you for reading!

Questions/comments welcome.

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alyssalenko · 3 years ago

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Writing Game

Tagged by my darlings @pikapeppa @illusivesoul and @himluv! Thanks this was so much fun! I will tag @starsandskies @hunnybadgerv @bardofheartdive @foofyschmoofer @shretl @swaps55 @forlornmelody @obvidalous @ooachilliaoo @randomlygeneratedstring and anyone else who wants to play!

How many works do you have on AO3? 212 (lots of oneshots)

What’s your total AO3 word count? Hoo boy. Umm...625700

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. 104 Kudos - A Debt to be Repaid (Femshep/Urdnot Wrex Smut): Wrex and Shepard have a bet to see who comes out on top in the Armax Arena, and as the loser Wrex decides on a different form of payment, one Shepard can't say no to...

4. 118 Kudos - Fling? (Sis!Ryder/Liam Kosta Smut): Liam and (Alexis) Ryder are both trying to cope with the Kett and their exaltation and are driven into each other's arms for a distraction.

3. 119 Kudos - Most Eligible Soldier (Femshep/Urdnot Wrex Smut): After taking down the Thresher Maw for Grunt's Rite of Passage, Wrex and Shepard decide that life is too short and that there is something they need to try before life (or in her case, death) get in the way again.

2. 146 Kudos - 30 Day NSFW Challenge--Mass Effect (Multiple Pairings Smut): Thirty days of NSFW prompts for all different Femshep pairings that I started to get out of my comfort zone, and get better at writing smut.

1. 155 Kudos - Dearest (Sis!Ryder/Jaal Ama Darav Smut): An expanded version of the Jaal romance scene on Aya, where he and Ryder have a lovely date that ends with love and feelings being pushed into the open and sex.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not? I respond to every single comment, even though sometimes it takes me a couple days. I looooooOOOOoove comments and people gushing over my fics. Everyone is always so kind and I wish I could bask in the glow of their happy forever, because someone took time out of their day to read something I wrote, got all the way to the end and wanted to tell me how much they loved it. It doesn't get better than that.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? Okay. So first things first, I actually do not write much angst as I am a perfectionist and if I'm not making myself cry while writing it, what's the point? Second the angstiest ending? Not beginning? Dammit. That would be "Hello Again" for the prompt fill 'Hello Again' in which Avitus wakes up from a dream of happier times with Macen, times before Andromeda...

If you do want the angstiest beginning in which I tried to smooth it over with some smut "Until the Stars Crumble" is the one you want. A sad post-war moment for Shakarian I originally wrote for @briarfox13 in which Garrus has a recording of Shepard's last goodbye programmed into the Shepard VI and he's having trouble moving on.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? Most of them 😆 but it is probably a toss up.

The first one would be 'Masquerade' in which Hawke has both twins alive since Celeste Hawke is a mage specializing in the spirit healing and lightning (she can use the other elements, just really loves lightning) and she shocked Bethany's heart like a defibrillator and healed all her wounds after the ogre attack. And she and Anders are happily living together secretly in Orlais and no one knows where they are since he blew up Kirkwall's Chantry.

And the second one would be 'Heaven' which sees Thane alive and well because Shepard gave him one of the tech laced lungs that Cerberus gave her. Thane, Taye and Kolyat are just a happy little family enjoying their time post Reaper War together, Thane loving how she and his son get along, Kolyat actually liking his Dad's girlfriend and Thane realizes he never wants to be without her and pops the question.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the strangest one you’ve written? I haven't actually written a true crossover, rather I have borrowed the universe I wanted and played in it--Underworld, The Lake House, and Miraculous Ladybug/Superman are my only ones. I'm not sure I consider any of them strange.

Oh wait. I lied I have a Mass Effect/Galavant crossover drabble. That one is the weirdest one for sure. XD

'Claimed' is my Underworld inspired Vampyr/Lycan Shenko AU/world crossover where humans have discovered the existence of supernatural beings and have risen up to take down this imposing threat, but the supernatural beings aren’t going down without a fight. Plus a Vampyr and a Werewolf just happen to be soulmates. ;)

'The Normandy' is my Lake House Shenko AU/world crossover where, incidentally, I had Kaidan as Kate and Alyss as Alex; the names just happened to match up. This time, Shepard had to wait two years to see Kaidan again, and their reunion is smutty and emotional.

And the Miraculous Ladybug/Superman AU/world crossover is also Shenko (I may have a problem) and has two parts due to my brain never working in a chronological order of events. Part one 'Alter Ego' has two (more to come) biotic-wielding, crime-fighting superheroes, who fall in love along the way, and are stuck in a love square between themselves and their secret identities. Part two 'Brainwashed' comes far later in the story and will eventually make it into the main story (Alter Ego) but it may take me a while to get there as I am stalled on all my long fics at the moment--hence all the oneshots. I did the prompts Brainwashed and turned against each other, and “I thought I lost you.”

Have you ever received hate on a fic? Nope. Everyone is so kind and encouraging, it warms my heart.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Only all the time--I'm not the Smut Queen for nothing. All the porn with feelings all the time. I have written so much smut at this point I have a list of new scenarios to try because it has been feeling a little stale lately. I will try almost anything--but I do have limits. XD

Have you ever had a fic translated? No :(

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? A few actually. The best thing about a co-author is you not only have a constant sounding board for all your ideas, you have a built in beta/editor to catch things you missed and I have to admit it's really nice.

What’s your all-time favorite ship? Ooh. That is a hard one as I have written so many. But you know what? Aric Jorgan/FemTrooper and Kaidan Alenko/Femshep. They are all soldiers so they just get each other and Aric and Kaidan don't push to complicate the chain of command and always want to know if they are going too far or getting their signals mixed up. And boy howdy is consent sexy. ;)

What are your writing strengths? Well I am definitely good at smut. It's my favorite thing. Fluff and dialogue and keeping people in character are some other ones. I am apparently good at angst even if I don't write it often.

What are your writing weaknesses? ACTION. Like ugh. And humor because I am apparently Satan. XD

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? Honestly I try to avoid it as I really only speak one language (English). Like I speak a little Spanish but not enough. When I do use a different language (so far it's only been Spanish, Catharese, and Elvhen[Dalish]) I either try to translate it tastefully in the fic or leave a note at the end. But thanks to those dedicated fans or Star Wars and Dragon Age who made translators so I can generally get my point across.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? Honestly, I don't know if it was 'D.N.Angel' or 'Magical x Miracle' both of them were in 7th grade (2002) but I don't know which came first.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Oooh probably 'Can't Stand It'. I get to explore the Trooper/Aric relationship. I get to have them be professional and flirty and badass and watch them fall head over heels in live while realizing they were destined to be lifemates. And it brings me so much joy.

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