#Animal Crossing fanfic

[starfragment1979]

I know some writers don't like the editing phase, but, christ, I love it. I get to take out all the extraneous commas and trim the bloated sentences and fix the awkward phrasing and crank up the tension and really polish the work and make it shine.

I print out everything I write and go at it with a red pen, partly because I am Old but also because changing the format like that helps my brain see the work from a different angle which helps me catch typos and also helps me see the work as a whole rather than as a collection of sentences. So this is my work in progress right now:

And here are my writing companions on the shelf next to my desk:

[starchild-fanfic]

STARCHILD: ACT 1 CHAPTER 1 is out!! Read it here!

This series has been in-progress since July 2021 (with a... long break for more than a year) so I'm super excited to finally be showing you all!!

Be sure to leave a kudos or comment if you liked it, and stay tuned for more! The introductory chapter was short, but I have a LOT planned ;]

[rinqueen6]

KRAB OUT OF WATER | Mr. Krabs x Tom Nook

a/n: this is one of the four fanfictions written by yours truly and @oflethe during my community day stream (on June 5th, 2023, using the game frantic fanfic)

summary: mr krabs x tom nook enemies to lovers

warnings: no editing in sight, painfully short, beautiful and transcendent 

(each time there is a “-” there is a switched writer; it starts with lethe)

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They were rivals, for Yoba's sake! For money's sake! But here they were.

Tom Nook had a crab in his bedchambers. Mr. Krabs was a fish out of water.

It all started years ago. -------------------- Tom and Mr. Krabs met on a dreary Sunday afternoon. They were both looking for land to buy, to sell to poor unfortunate people that wouldn't question them.

But they went to the same place. And neither of them got the land.

And ever since then, they blamed each other. Hated each other. DESPISED each other.

Until one day. One strangely beautiful day. -------------------- Nook was counting money. Krabs was counting money. They both dropped their stacks and their hands met as they were reaching for a sand dollar.

Somehow, they ended up at the same bar. They had the others' eyes engrained since earlier that day.

They ended up sharing a few pints. A few peanuts. A few... moments.

They ended up sharing a bed.

[baileyboo2016]

as a regular gully fanfic writer, i wanted to share how i do it! lol 😂

[shandy-otp-fanfic]

My 100th fic is finally up! It's a 5 part series and I will most likely be working on it until next year.

Title: Drawn To You

Ships: Sake and Shandy

Rating: Explicit

Link: Here!

Summary: New to The Crown of Twilight, Sasha and Sandy are simply trying to make ends meet. With the two hanging out after work, things seem to be going well for the pair, however, when a new bodyguard arrives with a friend, Sandy and Sasha's lives are changed in more ways than one. Shadow and Ike are bodyguards asked to protect Redd Yoshida from his enemies. It would be easy if the fox didn't have a target on his back from a deal gone wrong and with murders popping up too close to the club. A Sex Club/Serial Killer AU.

[lea-andres]

*coughs and adjusts the microphone* So, if anyone's interested, I'm going through almost all of the Special Characters in this thing and doing any of the following:

1. *picks up two characters that have never spoken and puts them next to each other* Hear me out-

2. *gestures at certain canon information we've gotten, like Tom Nook and Sable* I like this, let's see where this is going.

3. *gestures at fanon ships like Blathers and Brewster or CJ and Flick* I just like this.

4. *swings a baseball bat at certain canon information, like the Pelly/Pete/Phyllis love triangle* LMAO, whoops~

5. *Points at Tom Nook and Redd* EXES! BITTER ANGRY EXES! FIGHT-

So if any of that sounds fun, come check it out. If you don't see your fave, check back later, I'll be adding tags as people show up.

I'm also open to suggestions, because there's like what... 70 something of these guys? IDK what to do with them all lmao.

[tereox]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: どうぶつの森 | Animal Crossing Series Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Reiji | Leif/Tsunekichi | Redd Characters: Tsunekichi | Redd, Reiji | Leif Additional Tags: POV Tsunekichi | Redd, Halloween, Fluff, Pranks and Practical Jokes, Pumpkins, Established Relationship, Established Reiji | Leif/Tsunekichi | Redd, Harv's island, Asexual Character, Chaos, Queerplatonic Relationships, Queerplatonic Reiji | Leif/Tsunekichi | Redd Series: Part 5 of Halloween 2024

Summary:

While the other shopkeepers go to a Halloween party, Redd and Leif find a different way to entertain themselves.

Good company. And heaps upon heaps of pumpkins.

[st4rpiece]

sleeping separately after an argument pt. 2

SFW

characters: mihawk, crocodile, and buggy x fem! reader summary: how cross guild would react to you sleeping alone after an argument CW: mainly fluff, slight angst others: not proofread, lowercase intended, and pictures found on pinterest

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Dracula Mihawk

mihawk is known for his stoic and composed demeanor. however, an argument that leads to you sleeping in the guest bedroom would shake his calm exterior. mihawk values control and precision, not just on the battlefield but also in his personal life. The argument would leave him feeling a sense of imbalance, disrupting the harmony he strives to maintain.

initially, he would analyze the argument with the same meticulousness he applies to his swordsmanship. he would replay the conversation, seeking to understand your perspective and where he might have gone wrong. he would be restless and his castle, usually a sanctuary of peace, would start to feel unusually empty and cold.

his conclusion? being right wasn't worth you being upset and distant with him. especially not when it meant sleeping alone.

"dear?" his voice uncharacteristically gentle as he enters the room.

"I would save this for the morning, but that would not sleeping in your arms tonight," he says, kneeling beside the bed and lifting you up bridal style. his actions catching you by surprise as you subconsciously wrap your arms around his neck for support.

"you can tear me a new one in the morning," he jokes (something he rarely did), before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead as he made his way back to your shared room.

Sir Crocodile

crocodile would initially react to an argument and subsequent separation with a sense of indifference. or at least that's how it looks on the surface. the argument would leave him brooding as he is not one to easily admit fault, and his pride would make it difficult for him to do so immediately.

he would spend the first half of the night in his office, surrounded by the trappings of his power, telling himself that you'd get over it soon.

as the night wore on, your lack of presence would make him realize that you weren't going to get over it soon. and by this point, he has had enough. he would make his way to the guest bedroom. without even bothering to knock, he would burst through the door, staring down your curled-up form. a pang of guilt would run down his spine as he looked at you.

"when are you coming to bed?" his voice rough, a complete contrast to the worry in his eyes and the guilt that he felt. he already knew the answer, so when you don't respond he would just lift you up, throwing you over his shoulder before landing a firm slap on your ass.

"you're mad? fine, be mad, but be mad in our room," he says sternly as he walks back to your shared room.

Buggy the Clown

buggy with his flamboyant and often comical personality would react to an argument with you more dramatically. the idea of you sleeping separately would initially infuriate him causing his pride and insecurities to flare up.

he would spend the initial moments of the separation grumbling and throwing a minor tantrum to anyone who could listen, convinced that he was right (he wasn't). however, as the night wore on, his anger would give way to the loneliness and regret he felt.

he would pace outside you door, muttering to himself as he debates whether to knock or not. not sure if you even wanted to see him after what he has done.

she's probably waiting, arms wide open, for me

or maybe she's packing her bags finally tired of my antics

oh nika i hope it's not that

in the end, he would knock on the door and try putting on a confident front even though he's low-key expecting you to ignore him. so when the door opens, the first thing you are greeted with is a shocked buggy, making another one of his goofy faces. this subconsciously cracks you up unknowingly breaking the ice for him.

"sugar! oh, how i've missed you," he would immediately pull you into a tight hug. and without much of a warning, he would start word-vomiting his apologies.

"i'm so sorry about my actions from earlier sugar and i’m sorry for being so stubborn about it. I understand now that i went too far and that i should’ve acknowledged that instead of arguing with you. but i promise that it won't ever happen again. so please forgive me this once, sugar?"

you don’t have it in you to send him away after all that so instead you would simply pull him into the room before turning and going back to bed this time with him following suit.

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part 1

hi guys! thanks again for reading, this is the second part and honestly the last, for op at least. buggy was surprisingly the easiest to write while mihawk was the hardest TvT. hopefully i did them all justice tho!!

i have a few ideas of what i want to write but if you have any suggestions for plot or character please let me know, i’m open to any ideas :).

[maple-autumn-rain]

NEW FIC DROP!!!

If you want to read Cy and @deardesmond's imagined adventures together, you can read them there!

[starfragment1979]

It is weird and fun and awesome to do my semi-regular Tumblr search for "Flick animal crossing" and see a screenshot of one of the fics I wrote. 🤘🤘🤘

this is the funniest thing I've seen in a fic in a while because me too Flick me too

[starfragment1979]

I've been working on that fanfic, the one that was supposed to be fluff-n-smut, but the more I write the more plot starts creeping in, and just a liiitle bit of conflict. I was telling my spouse about this, and they joked that I just can't stop myself from writing a well rounded story, ha.

It's also turning out to be longer than I had anticipated, because of course it is. I had four scenes in mind, and I was going to post them as separate chapters just for ease of reading, but I was also going to post the whole thing at once because I didn't think it would be that long. But I just finished chapter one last week and it's 10k words, and if each chapter plays out the same way, 40k is kind of a lot of fluff-n-smut with some bonus plot and conflict. I'll probably still post it all at once, though, once it's done.

But, oh, friends, it is going so slow. I have been struggling with health stuff since early November... I thought at first it was just election stress, but after a while I started assuming I must've somehow gotten sick with a virus. My normal, everyday symptoms for years now include things like body aches and fatigue and sore throat and congestion and shortness of breath etc etc etc, which means it's so hard to tell the difference between just another flare up and being sick with something new, so I never even thought to test for covid until it was too late. I guess it doesn't matter now.

But I have been stuck in bed all day and exhausted and in pain and either not sleeping or sleeping like the dead and having nightmares every night and my brain is so sludgy that it takes superhuman strength to wrestle words out of it. Like it takes me fifteen minutes to write a sentence and then when I reread it I realized I already used half the words in the previous paragraph which I wrote the day before. I do have random better days where writing comes a little easier, and the story itself is clear in my head, I'm just struggling to find the words to convey it. But this one is gonna need some more substantial line editing when I'm all done writing, I think.

And just to be clear, I am writing these stories for myself. Like I do absolutely love the kudos and comments and the occasional Tumblr post or whatever, and I'll admit to regularly refreshing my stats page to see if I got more hits. But if I was just in this for the accolades, I'd go find a more active fandom.

I'm writing these stories because I love the characters and the lives and the world I've created for them. But also the act of writing itself is so vital to me feeling like a human being, and especially now as I'm increasingly bedbound and can't really access visual arts or craft projects, writing is one of the only ways I can practice creativity. I have lost so much to this illness, and I don't want to lose writing and stories and art, too, even if it's a struggle, even if I'm using more energy than I can afford to do it.

I don't know how to express how vital writing and creativity is to my mental health without this whole post coming across as a pity party. Every now and then, when I'm having a bad day or a string of bad days, I'll start to think, "Maybe this should be my last story, maybe I shouldn't be doing this anymore." But I don't like to think about what my life would be like without writing, and I don't want to lose that last little shred of humanity.

And whenever I start to think I should quit, I also wind up thinking up another story I want to write, and I wind up wanting it badly enough that I decide to keep going for just one more story. And then one more. And on it goes.

I've actually got the next story I want to write fully fleshed out in my head, like scene-for-scene, a lot of the prose and dialogue clear in my mind. It'll be a one shot where Flick has a medical issue, panics about it, and CJ helps take care of him. (I know, I know... it's not my exact medical issues, but there probably is some projecting going on here, lol.) And it's all so clear in my head that I'm tempted to take a break from my current story and write that one instead, to strike while the iron is hot, because maybe it's also easier for me to write angst than it is to write sex, ha. But I also think it's probably better for me to save it for later, so that I have some future plans and something to look forward to, to use my own stories as a life raft for myself.

[starchild-fanfic]

STARCHILD: ACT 1 CHAPTER 2 is finished! Read it here!

Finally getting to the main character of this story! The titular starchild! The archaeopteryx to end all other archeopteryxes!

Leave a kudos and/or comment if you enjoyed! And if you've already left one, thank you! Only one chapter left to go of Act 1 :]

[kawaoneechan]

Stupid fanfiction idea: Star Trek Crossing.

Just an average Starfleet vessel completely crewed by small animals. Between shifts they visit a communal holodeck village. Nothing serious ever happens.

Until it does and Commander Nook needs to request a crewmember replacement. And the replacement's a Human.

[starfragment1979]

Aaaahhhh djdhcrjbsevubdduc. I just woke up and saw this post and have been giggling for like ten minutes straight.

I haven’t posted in a while sorry. Anyway I have come on here to tell everyone about how I love star_fragement’s fanfics on AO3. If you ship Flick x CJ please read them. They are so good. 😊 I hope everyone has a nice day! (Time to go re read them for the 3rd time)

[kvohru]

sweet nothing | s. gojo x reader

in which gojo satoru and the reader cuddle to sleep. they're so in love. was written as a fem reader but im pretty sure it could also be seen as gender neutral!

Lazy days — like today — were your favourite. Those mid-autumn days where the summer heat finally broke and made way for a chilly breeze, and the sky looked a cool white instead of bright blue. The quiet clicking sound of your typing floated through the air in your otherwise quiet room, and along with the faraway sound of the shower running, aided in the creation of a quaint atmosphere.

Time went by, and just as you were finishing up your work on your laptop, you heard the shower turn off, and the distinct creaking of the hinges on your shower cabin door. With an exhausted groan, you decided you'd worked enough for today, and you stood up from your chair, stretching your sore body. Your head pounded as you turned around and walked towards the king-size bed you shared with your boyfriend, and the moment you were close enough, you let your body fall into the bed.

The relief was so acute you couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped your lips, your whole body melting into the Purple mattress your boyfriend convinced you to buy earlier that year. Gosh, who knew your mattress quality would have that big of an effect on your quality of life? Well, Satoru clearly did.

“Hey.” The sound of his voice pulled you from your thoughts, and you tiredly turned your head to the other side to look at him. Satoru, dressed in nothing but a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips and a white towel on his shoulders, was shutting the bathroom door, steam escaping through the small crack. “You done?” he asked, lifting the towel around his neck to his hair and quite aggressively drying it.

You had half a mind to remind him how damaging towel fibers were for his hair, but, remembering the fact that his hair remained silky regardless of anything, you forewent the thought.

You didn't respond to his question immediately, your eyes idly roaming over his body from top to bottom. From the wet, white hair that was falling over those brilliant blue eyes of his, to the wide expanse of pale skin and taut muscles. “Hm?” he prompted, movements lithe as he walked to the vanity and uncapped his leave in conditioner — the only hair maintenance product you could convince him to use.

Your eyes automatically followed his movements, now meeting his in the mirror as you adjusted yourself and climbed into bed properly, albeit with no real intention of falling asleep. He seemed to have that effect on you. Like a sunflower turning towards its namesake, no matter where he went, you always gravitated towards him, both consciously and unconsciously.

“Yeah,” you responded eventually and grabbed the fantasy novel you were in the middle of, “there wasn't too much to do, anyway.”

He hummed in response, raking his product-coated hands into his hair before shaking it out. With effort, your eyes slid away from his and focused onto the open book in your lap, and you let yourself be taken away by the intricate world woven by the words of your favourite author.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

A few hours went by, and despite having ‘no real intention of falling asleep’, you fell asleep. Shocker.

It was now a little later in the day, the sun no longer cresting the sky, but rather melting into the horizon, the priorly pale gray sky turning varying shades of purple, pink and orange.

“Babe, do you think—” Satoru started, turning his gaze away from his phone, where he'd been checking his emails, to you, whom he was laying in bed next to, his (still shirtless) body angled towards yours. He had his phone in one hand, while the other was resting over your shoulder, idly playing with the ends of your hair. His question dissolved on his tongue at the sight of you asleep, eyes shut with your lashes fanning over your cheeks and lips ever so slightly parted, making way for soft breaths.

His own lips stretched into an amused grin, dimples etched into his cheeks. “I'm not gonna fall asleep, ’Toru,” he muttered, repeating your words from earlier. “I'm just gonna lay down!” He grabbed the book you had left open on your stomach and slipped the bookmark — that one the two of you had DIYed a few months ago (yes, he has a matching one) — back into it.

He turned the paperback over in his hand, long fingers splayed over the 500-page behemoth. It was by an author he'd seen you read numerous times, that one you had a whole shelf dedicated to. With a hum, he turned to place the book on his bedside table.

He twisted his torso away from you, that innate need for physical closeness to you keeping the rest of his body fixed in its spot. His defined obliques rippled with the motion, and he released a quiet noise from the back of his throat as he stretched to put the book down.

Straining to push it further with his fingers, as soon as Gojo was sure it was a safe distance away from the edge, he turned back to you, his arm snaking around your waist to pull you closer. Your arms, which were loosely folded in front of your chest, pressed against his hard chest when he pulled you into him, and you instinctively nuzzled closer, drawn by his body heat and the faint smell of his cologne.

He pushed his phone away before resting his hand on your upper back, his thumb rubbing unceasing circles between your shoulder blades, and he reached down to kiss the top of your head. Only lightly, though, he reminded himself, since he didn't want to wake you up.

One kiss turned into two, and he used his unoccupied hand to push away a strand of hair from your face to press his lips to your forehead, before the two kisses turned into three and the three into four.

He pressed another tender kiss to your temple, and you, despite his best efforts at remaining gentle, stirred in his arms, your eyes flitting back and forth underneath your eyelids. He cursed under his breath, mentally chiding himself before brushing a stray curl away from your face and whispering a soft, “Sorry, baby.”

You made a soft humming noise but, thankfully, didn't wake up, only rested your head against his arm. He let himself relax against you, content in watching you sleep while playing with your hair, and eventually, his eyes fell closed and he drifted off with the feeling of your soft, warm skin against his.

Man, lazy days were his favourite.

[ladybyakuya]

| RACETRACK + SAKURA HARUKA.

+cw. — fem!reader, fluff, love & comfort, realization of love. | ft.tsubaki + bofurin first years.  inspo.

+wc. — 1k 

+syn.—  when the impromptu fashion show at Show Pub Ougi bar turned the trajectory of Sakura’s emotions towards you he could not help but chase it.

+notes. — this is for flufftober ‘fond moments’ event hosted by @spookuna. i sort of am proud of this piece so please give it a shot.  mdni cuz im eighteen plus blog. | redirect to blog navigation.

The evening has just sprouted. Sakura can hear the soft jingle of the door danglers as people start to turn up one by one. This is not his first time at Show Pub Ougi bar he can not seem to remember how many times exactly has it been; maybe Nirei can help. Sitting in a different Green room, more like a Stock room of different kinds of clothes and accessories his mind could not help but drift off to what was happening outside of this room. Besides, he can hear your giggles along with Tsubaki’s and Narita's voices. Why the walls are so thin? Nirei and Suo must be busy patrolling the surrounding streets along with others but he is here, sitting amongst rows of clothes trying to learn to “depend on others.” and “trust others to get the job done.” because he wants to yet keep spiraling now and then thinking about all the what not perilous possibilities out there like a worried mom. Maybe Nirei is just fine, after all, Suo is there with him. They must be having fun eating street foods while he is rotting away with you occupying his brain.

Sakura exhales a strong sigh and lets his eyes fall for a few seconds, finally leaving his seat to look around. While at it, his eyes fall on a pair of red shoes with sticks attached to the heel section. How do people walk wearing this again? He remembers the first time he noticed Tsubaki’s heels it almost scared his wits out thinking how flawlessly he could fight in those. What would it feel like to walk in those? Would those shoes fit him?

“Sakura, you haven’t got changed —?” Your voice trails off as his eyes fall on you while you stand near the entrance of the room. At first, his eyes dilate in surprise and then slowly move downwards till his eyes get stuck on your toes that had the same pair of shoes. He realizes he is staring when you pull the curtain to cover yourself with a “humph” pouting a little but it does little to cover your feet. 

“Yeah! I will change soon.” Sakura glances at the dress that he is supposed to wear which was selected by none other than Tsubaki himself.

“You don’t like the suit?” 

“No, I do. But I was wondering what shoes I’d wear. . .” You look at him with a little surprise in your eyes since he does not get too embarrassed asking you all this. Oh dear! Has no one told this boy yet? You branch out your index finger while your other hand lets go of the curtains saying, “Those. . .heels.” pointing at those sky-red pair of heels.

But as soon as this fact sinks in Sakura his jaw drops and he protests immediately, “But I can’t. . . “

“Why? Everyone else will be wearing it too.” Sakura’s shoulders relax again. He reconsiders. 

“Do I have to walk in those?”

You finally enter the room. “Of course. Walking is compulsory.” with each click of your heels, Sakura’s eyes follow you with rapt attention. “C’mon try it on.” You say extending your hand out, “I’ll help.”

It takes a few seconds for Sakura to put his hand in yours but those few seconds had spiraling thoughts like . . . will he fall? What if he falls and you laugh at him? What if he fails to wear those heels? — but he pushed all those thoughts aside because he did not want to miss the fun anymore. 

Sakura slowly slips one of his feet into the heel, then tries to stand to slip the other. He is shamelessly grabbing your hand while just standing there looking at you and then looking at his feet. He does it a few times before you softly speak not to shock him even though he looks adorable like this. “Try walking Sakura. I’ll keep holding your hand. Don’t worry.”

Even with heels, you are shorter than him and now he is in heels so as he slowly learns how to balance you find it a little challenging to balance his imbalance out. So, you come in front guiding his hand over your shoulders because if you guided them to your waist he would get too embarrassed to continue this. He is making good progress so far. “See! It’s nothing hard. I remember the first time I tried heels.”

“And—?”

“And I fell right on my face ‘cause there was no one to hold my hand. . . ” Sakura notices that by now one of his hands is at the back of your waist and the other is filling the gaps in your fingers as you walk backward while he follows almost reaching the exit of the room. Sakura does not stop but his steps sure become slower but time does not slow down. It never does even if he wanted to make it slower or stop for a while. “ . . . and my first heel was black. My uncle bought me one when Grandma . . . ”  Sakura is barely listening to you. You know that too yet you try to keep talking to keep his attention on to somewhere else. He can only hear his quickening breaths and feel his drumming heartbeats threatening to explode his chest open laced with a faint presence of your voice at the back of his mind.

It is surprising, even to him, how he has not felt embarrassed one bit all this while. Come to think of it, he has been feeling like this around you for a while now; as if he is sitting under a sakura tree looking at the setting sun while his skin feels tingly due to a cool breeze. Is this what it feels like to fall for someone? Like lying on the soft moss-green grass on a ho.t summer day under a tree trying to get used to the sun. 

By now, you are standing outside the room disentangled from him while he is standing inside the room, arms branching towards you as he is glimpsing at you with fascination in his eyes like he is watching the birth of a supernova. . . wait exactly when did all these feelings start to bloom?