#Can this be considered fanfiction?

[existential-reader]

Twilight

I was going through my google docs and found one from 2022, It was apparently during my very short Twilight phase and is a made up scene (How I thought the meadow scene should have ended) where Edward can't hold back his thirst anymore and kills Bella.

I was at least fourteen when I wrote this

Yes there are typos, no it is not grammatically correct but truly, it only adds to the artistry.

“Edward?” I murmured quietly as he tilted his head slightly so that his lips brushed my neck. “Hhhm” I could feel the vibrations of his response in my head and it sent a shiver down my spine. His lips brushed my skin again and I heard him suck in a breath. “Bella.” his voice was gruff and suddenly one of his hands was on the back of my head with more force than before. “Bella.” he said again but it was sad and full of longing. I knew at that moment what was happening. He had bitten off more than he could chew. I was ok with it though. I think I knew from the moment I saw him that he would be the end of me, one way or another. 

I moved my hands to his back and leaned against him. I moved my hands up and down him back, suddenly shameless; feeling all of the strong smooth stone like skin under the fabric of his shirt. His teeth, razor sharp, grazed my skin leaving two shallow slits on the pale uninterrupted skin of my throat. I could feel him salivating over me before eagerly swiping his tongue over the cuts several times. “Bella.” he said eagerly a final time before sinking his teeth into my skin. 

I gasped and tightened my grip on him as he pulled them out quickly and began to drink. 

Not a drop was spilled as he gulped at my throat. I was surprised at how calming it was to feel the blood drain from my body. I soon felt dizzy, like we were spinning in place. Edward drank faster and my eyes began to droop. “Edward.” I whispered. It was all I could say. I don't know when he pulled away but the next moment I was staring into his eyes. All sharp and animal. I reached up to cup his face but it turned out to be too much effort and he ended up grabbing my hand and pulling it up the rest of the way. 

Not a drop of blood was on his face but his mouth was red with it. With the absence of his mouth my throat was cold and beginning to stink of blood. Now I was quesy, dizzy, and very, very, drowny. “Bella!” Edward said with alarm as my eyes began to droop again. I rubbed my thumb over his bottom lip and pulled him down slightly, him following through with the rest. He pulled my head up as he brought his own face down and put our lips together. “I'm so sorry.” Edward choked out against my lips. 

-Anyway, thats what I was cracking up about at 12am on a school night.

[wolvesandshine]

“What the fuck are you doing here.”

Regulus rolls his eyes. “Thought it would be fun to freeze my arse off in the cold today.”

James scoffs disbelievingly. “It’s 5 in the morning!”

Regulus just raises his eyebrow. “And?”

“Why aren’t you asleep?”

“I could ask the same thing.”

James groans out loud in frustration. “This is such a waste of time.”

“Glad we could finally agree on something. Now get out, I have to get back to training.”

“Shouldn’t you be focusing on how to kill muggles instead with your death eater friends?”

Regulus stiffens at that, anger coursing through him. “Not everyone has the luxury of choices like the gryffindor golden boy.” Regulus glared at Potter. “Some of us have to work for it.”

James goes to argue but there’s something off about the sentence. “Slytherin has beaten everyone else by miles since you became a seeker.”

Regulus looks at him like he’s the slow one. “That’s not going to cut it. I need to be signed on full time by a professional team this time next year.”

And suddenly - it clicks. James looks at the boy in front of him, really looks at him for the first time, finally understanding the desperation with which regulus plays, the ruthless efficiency combined with skill and hours of training.

This isn’t a game to him. It’s his way out.

part 2

[leclucklerc]

Something Immortal CL16 - 02. Bad Idea

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Wayne!reader

Summary: Y/n Wayne knows that this is a bad idea. But well, going against the law is something that runs in the Wayne Family.

Word Count: 4.4K

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“Is B really going to buy an F1 team?”

Y/n looked up from the plate of dessert in front of her towards where Jason was sitting. The both of them are in the VIP lounge of the Monaco GP, waiting for the race to start before being ushered towards the Ferrari garage.

“What makes you say that?”

Jason gave her a pointed look. “I’m not dumb,” he said. “I can see a business talk even if it’s miles away.” At this, he pointed towards the paddock that could be seen from the windows in front of them.

They could see a glimpse of Bruce, laughing and talking with people with different team kits. Y/n recognized most of them as the team principals or even the management team from different F1 teams.

“Y/n, seriously, I don’t have time to become a driver,” said Jason. “And I’ll probably suck at it, most of these guys had been racing since they were in diapers.”

“Still,” defended the woman, fully aware that Jason’s argument was fairly logical. “You don’t have to be a driver, but I think being around Formula One, something that you’re passionate about, can help you, Jason.”

He doesn’t have to be a driver if he doesn’t want to. Hell, truthfully, if Jason really puts his foot down and strictly declares that no, buying a whole Formula One team is not going to help him, then y/n and Bruce will stop. The both of them will leave this silly idea behind and never look back once more.

But she had seen him. How his eyes followed every garage that they passed in rapid attention. How he attentively listened to what John had said about Ferrari’s Formula One team, how he had watched the free practice and qualifying alone the days before.

It’s been a while. Maybe the last time she saw him being this passionate about something was before his death. To see Jason looking forward to something, to see his brother actually enjoy doing something outside of his crime-fighting activities.

“I-“

“Jay,” she said again, reaching out to hold the older man’s hand. “I- I know we’re not the best family. B is not the best father and the rest of us have not been the best siblings but still I-“ she stopped at that, eyes searching for Jason’s own. 

Years of guilt appeared inside of her. Years of missing memories between the two of them. Years full of regret and anger that had soured their relationship beyond words. 

Y/n, only wants what is best for her brother. “I still want you to be happy,” she said, blue eyes with a hint of green meeting hers. “I want to see you laughing again, be integrated into society, and live your dream-!”

Jason looks lost and y/n is really glad that this section of the VIP lounge was reserved for them.

Because the man in front of her looks so fucking vulnerable. 

She still remembers that time when Jason just returned to Gotham. All Lazarus green eyes and rage oozing out of his form. How he had practically attacked Tim, taunting the rest of them, and begged their father to choose him over that clown.

Y/n also remembers the emptiness that appeared in his eyes when they informed him that the Joker was dead.

It was one of the most terrifying moments of her life. Because Jason had it made his mission to kill that clown. To avenge the fallen Robin that had remained unavenged. To finally end the reign of terror that the prince of clowns had put upon Gotham City.

To know that he’s dead?

Well.

There are just so so many things left unsaid between the two of them. Too much pain and history that had happened between the two of them. To see, Jason who had always raged and raged looking this lost is-

“I’ve been wondering-“ said Jason, leaning forward. “Ever since that clown died, I’ve been wondering what the fuck I should do with my life-“

It’s a familiar conversation. Something that Jason had told her months ago under the darkness of the night. When there are only the two of them on top of his safehouse rooftop, sharing a stick of cigarettes to fight off the cold.

Y/n leaned forward, touching their shoulder together. It’s something that they often did before Ethiopia all those years ago. When Jason was nothing but a short and skinny kid that’s not too far off y/n own size. 

It’s been years since Ethiopia and a lot of things have changed.

“Have you decided, Jay?” she asked, eyes closing and head leaning towards his shoulder. “Whatever you want, you know that we will support you.”

Jason was silent for a bit.

The female too, sat there in silence, giving the older male a chance to think it through.

“I still want to be Red Hood,” he whispered, far too low for anyone to hear except y/n. “I still want to make Crime Alley a better place for people to live in.”

Y/n has to fight off a smile at that. Such a typical answer for a bat. Such a typical answer for the son of Bruce Wayne.

“Yeah?” she said. 

Jason hummed. “But I also want to live my life.”

A smile appeared on y/n face. She can feel the excited thrumming of her heart as she continues to listen.

“Oh?” she asked. “And that is?”

“Going to university, getting an English degree,” at this, he stopped. “And living the dream F1 fan life ‘cause my family owned a fucking team here.”

Y/n laughed at that; happiness clear on her face.

Bruce got the honor to wave the checkered flag that marks the end of the Monaco GP.

Her dad looks pleased, but she also knows that inside of that large smile and laugh, her dad simply doesn’t care. This business trip to Monaco had been a risky move after all, if it’s not for Jason’s happiness, y/n doesn’t think her dad would even consider going on this business trip.

In the end, when her dad was handed the checkered flag, the man put the flag into Jason’s hand.

“Do you want to do it, Jay?”

Jason blinked. “Huh?”

“Waving the flag,” answered her dad, letting out a smile. “Instead of me, my son can do it, right?” asked Bruce, turning his head towards where the president of FIA and the chairman of Ferrari stood.

“Of course, of course!” Said Ben, the president of FIA. “It would be an honor for us!”

“But they literally asked for you” answered Jason.

Her dad merely laughed at that. “They said you can do it, son.”

Jason may look like as if he wants to protest, but y/n knows that the man is far too excited at the prospect of waving the checkered flag at the Monaco GP. He may grumble and curse her dad a few times, but he really can’t hide the happiness that’s shining through his eyes at the mere thought of it.

The older man too, seemed to notice his son’s excitement as he let out an indulgent smile as he watched her brother being escorted to his position.

“Jason looks happy,” she said. “It’s been a while since I saw him like that.”

“I know,” murmured her dad. There was silence between the two of them before her dad leaned forward towards her a bit. “I saw you earlier.”

Y/n raised her eyebrow. “What?”

“I saw you flirting with one of the drivers,” replied her dad. “The Ferrari one.”

Ah, she thought. He was referring to Charles. “It was an act, Dad,” she simply said. “You know, like your Brucie Wayne persona? I just think that it will do us some good if we’re on a friendly term with the paddock.”

Her dad stared at her. “There are better ways to do that, like chatting with the FIA president, for instance,” replied the man as he turned his gaze toward where Ben and John were talking with Jason near the track. “I don’t think flirting with a driver will really help our cause.”

Y/n shrugged, “He’s cute, what can I say?”

“Y/n.”

“What?” she hissed out. “I have to watch you flirt with Selina the entirety of my life, let me flirt with cute boys for a change!”

“You know it’s different,” pointed out her dad, leaning closer towards her. “Don’t associate with anyone outside of the masked community.”

The woman rolled her eyes at that.

She knows that the older man has a point. She knows that he’s doing this in order to protect all of them. Not only his hidden identity, but the rest of the family and possibly the rest of the Justice League. Bruce has always put a tight leash on all of his children regarding the interaction and the social circle that they all kept. Most of the time, the man didn’t have to worry considering most of his children worked inside the masked community, resulting in most of their friends being another superhero.

But y/n?

Despite her close association and frequent presence in their nightly activity, she sometimes thinks that her dad forgets that she’s not a vigilante or a hero. Yes, she knows all of their secret identity, yes, she often assisted her brothers on their not-so-legal work.

Outside of all of that, y/n is a civilian. She’s just a normal doctor who’s not saving the world during her past time. She’s a normal woman that’s working in a perfectly legal job.

Friends are hard to come by when you’re the daughter of the richest man in the world. Friends are harder to come by when you’re the daughter of the richest man in the world who is also hiding the fact that he’s the dark knight himself.

“I know,” she hissed out. “It’s a persona dad, I doubt we’ll talk again.”

Her dad gave her a look as if he didn’t believe in that.

And well.

Um.

Charles won the Monaco GP. The first Monegasque driver to do so in the last 93 years. Jason had failed to hide his excitement as he waved the checkered flag.

Her family was there, right in front of the podium as they watched the Ferrari drivers and the McLaren driver celebrating the win that they acquired. Y/n was standing there, smiling politely as she watched the champagne shower that was happening in front of them.

It was also then, that their eyes met.

She was not sure if Charles was looking at her or at someone near her, but the man’s already wide smile had gotten wider as he locked his eyes with her. And it was also then, that Charles sent her a wink.

Huh.

Okay.

Oookay.

I’ll meet you later, he seems to mouth off, a bit quickly, before he continues the champagne shower with the rest of the drivers.

So much for not talking with him anymore.

“Hi, stranger.”

Y/n can’t help the quirk of her mouth at that greeting.

The woman turned her gaze towards the source of the voice, eyes immediately falling towards where Charles Leclerc stood next to her. There’s a smile on his lips, hair tousled and green eyes twinkling.

“Hello,” she greeted back, raising her glass of champagne. “Drink?”

Charles chuckled. “I had enough champagne for the day,” replied the male as he took a seat next to her.

She can’t help but laugh at that. “I mean, you won today,” answered the female, putting down the glass of champagne on top of the table in front of them. “How does it feel to be a Monaco GP race winner? And did you actually drink the champagne that’s being sprayed earlier?” Being sprayed with a bottle of champagne sure is an experience, it seems. 

“Amazing,” he breathed out, inching closer to her. “I guess a change of mindset is the only thing needed to break the curse.”

“I told you,” said the female, amusement dripping on her tone. “Guess I did become a really lucky girl today.”

“I hope so,” answered Charles. “I did remember your words throughout the race.”

“Oh? You did?” teased y/n. “Seeing Charles Leclerc win the Monaco GP live and being constantly on his mind? What a lucky girl I am.”

Charles let out a laugh at that.

The dinner party around them is buzzing with blaring music and drunken chatter. The event itself was hosted by WE and the FIA. A collaboration work between the two entity that marks the beginning of WE’s involvement in the motorsport industry. It was the reason why her dad – a reclusive who hardly leaves Gotham if he can help it – needed to do a business trip in Monaco.

And of course, for the simple reason of buying Jason an F1 team. 

Not that y/n is complaining. She had wanted to visit Monaco forever and this was the perfect opportunity to do it. Watching a Formula 1 race live is a bonus that she will never miss out on.

The dinner party that they hosted was the formal event that they made for the winners of the race. Though, it seems most of the drivers are in attendance. No doubt advised by each of their respective team to gain the elusive Wayne sponsorship.

She knows that the news of Bruce Wayne wanting to buy an F1 team or become a major sponsor had already made its rounds. Even the bigger teams who don’t really need more money came in order to make some kind of connection with Wayne Enterprise.

Truthfully, this dinner party made her nervous a bit. After all, it’s not like she attended a party outside of Gotham.

But still, Charles’s sudden presence helped ease up her nervousness for a bit.

“Where’s your brother?” asked Charles, eyes flickering around the room.

“Ah, Jason is not feeling well,” replied the female. “He decided to stay in our hotel.” Which is a blatant lie. Y/n knows that Jason brought his Red Hood gear all the way here. He’s probably prowling the streets of Monaco, searching for that gang boss who made him join this business trip to Monaco initially.

Charles hummed at that, taking a seat next to her.

“I heard you helped orchestrate this whole dinner party,” started the man.

Y/n laughed at that. “Orchestrating is a big word, considering me and my family just throw some money at the event organizer.”

“Still, I really like the red accents, it was as if you already know that Ferrari is going to win today’s race,” said the male as he gestured towards the red flower as well as the red napkins on top of the tables.

The woman grinned cheekily at that. “Who said I don’t? Maybe I have the power to see the future?”

Charles raised his eyebrows at that, amusement clear in his eyes. “Oh?” he prompted out, leaning forward. “Can you see my future then?”

Y/n hummed, mouth closing in a wide smile as she too, leaned forward. Both of their face are really close to each other. “Hm…” she let out. “I think… You’re going to be really drunk tonight.”

He laughed at that, eyes crinkling. “It’s given,” he said, grinning.

“Really?” she said, sounding amused. “Do you want me to see further into your future?”

“You can?” asked Charles, with a tilt of his head, mouth still grinning. “What a fearsome power that you have.”

The female giggled. “I think I can see…” she whispered. “A future world champion here.”

Now, Charles is full-blown laughing, the glass of champagne that he had been holding now forgotten as he lets the amusement to envelop his very being. 

“Seriously,” he said the first part in French before he switched back to English, “You really know how to appease someone.”

“Am I?”

“Yeah,” said Charles. “You better be careful, or I’ll think that you’ve been flirting with me.”

It’s a bold thing to say, especially to Bruce Wayne’s daughter.

She knows that she’s one of the most desirable women in the marriage market, considering her looks and her family. Many people had attempted to flirt with her, to trap her with their honeyed words and kind gestures. 

But still, it’s been a while since there’s someone this bold.

“Well, I’ve been flirting with you,” replied y/n instead. “It would be embarrassing if you thought otherwise.”

Yeah, the moment she uttered those words, she knew that this was a bad choice to make.

Because at that moment, she could see the sparkle of interest in Charles’s eyes. The light that suddenly shone behind those green orbs as the man leaned forward toward her. Y/n could faintly smell the cologne that he wore, a masculine one that reminded her of her dad for a bit.

“Oh?” he said, mouth quirking up and eyes crinkling. “I’ve been flirting with you too, if you haven’t noticed.”

Okay, this isn't good. She needs to stop this before they go further and ignite her dad’s anger. 

“I see,” answered y/n with a smile. “Anyway Mr. Future World Champion, I think your team principal is looking for you-“

It was the perfect excuse because she really did have seen Fred wandering around the room in search of his driver. However, whatever she was going to say stopped immediately when a hand reached out to grab her wrist. She immediately looked down, staring at Charles’ palm.

“Hey,” said the male, grinning. “Wanna go somewhere fun?”

She should say no.

Y/n can already imagine her father’s disappointed sigh and the loud protest from her brothers. She can already see her doing the walk of shame tomorrow, with Jason silently judging her. It would be stupid of her to say yes because there are just so many consequences waiting for her if she took up that offer.

There’s literally no reason for her to say yes to someone that she barely knows.

But well-

Charles looked at her with those bright green eyes of his, the corner crinkling up from how wide his smile was. There’s something about his expression – so transparent, so genuine, something that she rarely saw in Gotham – that tickled her heart at the right place.

Maybe it’s the dimpled smile, maybe she was simply swept up by the moment.

But the next thing that she knew was-

“Yes,” she answered.

The smile that Charles let out can ignite the room.

The music is loud. Louder than what she used to.

There’s a huge misconception of her back in Gotham. Due to her father’s public persona, as well as her brother’s less-than-idle nature, the media had portrayed her as a party girl once upon a time.

But really, this is the first time for her to be in a club.

Clubs are not that common to start with in Gotham. Due to the high crime rate, and the many many dangers, clubs scarcely exist in the city. Galas though? Galas happens almost every week. Due to that, y/n only ever attended galas and galas.

So this, this is a new experience for her.

She could see the throngs of people around her, dancing and laughing, fully immersed in the music around them. There’s something about the air that just made everyone highly excited as if there’s no tomorrow.

It didn’t take long for her to be swept up by the atmosphere too.

 “So, how are you enjoying the night?” Yelled Charles as the two of them laughed and danced in the middle of the dance club. Y/n was glad that she had opted for a short dress because really, the ball gowns that she used to wear for galas will be sticking out like a sore thumb in this kind of scene.

 “It’s been fantastic!” answered the woman, amidst the loud music. Her mouth is a bit aching from how wide she’s been grinning but that really can’t dampen her mood. “It’s not my usual scene, but I guess a change of environment is not that bad.”

“Oh? Gotham doesn’t have a lot of parties?” laughed Charles, hand finding themselves around her wrist.

She stepped closer, face almost touching. “Mostly galas, or gatherings,” said y/n, letting out a shrug, before a grin overtook her face once again. “It’s not exactly safe to throw a wild party like this in a city like Gotham after all.” 

Something flickered in Charles’ eyes as he let out a hum.

“So,” started the woman, wanting to change the subject of the conversation. She leaned forward, cocking her head for a bit. “Is Monaco nightlife had always been this lively?”

“It is when it’s my party,” said the man, as they stepped out of the dance floor towards the bar.

Ordering for the both of them, Charles sidled close to her.

“You’re really trying to get drunk tonight?” teased the woman.

“Not too much,” replied the man. “I wanna remember you.”

She hummed. “Well, what’s stopping you?” she asked. “Don’t you think we should make more memories then?”

Charles turned to her, and the grip that he had around her waist tightened.

“Oh?” he said, voice lower. “Are you sure?”

The grin that she lets out must’ve been enough of confirmation because the next thing that she knew, they’re stumbling into Charles’ Ferrari, lips interlocked with each other in a desperate and sloppy make-out session.

She’s grateful that the parking space is located in a discreet place because her appearance right now is less dignified than what Bruce Wayne’s daughter should be. Though, she really can’t seem to care right now. All she knows is the taste of Charles’ lips on her and how his hand traveled all across her body, giving her a delicious tease of pleasure.

They fell into bed together.

That night had been a bit of a blur, to be honest. He remembers dancing with y/n, laughing, and touching her under the club lights. He remembers dragging her to the edge of the dance floor, head leaning forward.

“Can I?” he had muttered, head cocking sideways.

Y/n had let out a laugh at that, hands winding around his neck before she too, leaned forward.

He remembers the sweet taste of her mouth, how she had opened her mouth, letting their tongue meet in a wet mess. How his hands had wandered around, starting from her back before reaching downwards towards the edge of her short dress.

“Let’s take this somewhere,” muttered y/n back then, releasing his mouth with a string of droll still connecting them. “Somewhere more private,” the last part was whispered and he remembers the jolt of arousal that hit him at that very moment.

Charles doesn’t have a clear memory of how they managed to get into his apartment. All he remembers is how he pinned y/n by his front door, savoring her as they rutted against each other like a teenager. 

The night ended with them on his bed, rustling against each other and-

Charles cracked his eyes open, watching the sun filter into his room from the crack of his curtain.

He could feel the pounding headaches as the memories from last night rushed into him like a tsunami. Of him winning the Monaco GP, of him attending the formal dinner, of him and y/n stumbling into bed together-

His eyes widened as he immediately turned his gaze toward the other side of the bed.

Sitting there, still topless with a blanket covering her, is y/n Wayne, brow furrowed as she scrolled something on her phone. That sight immediately warmed something across his heart as he stared at the woman silently, not wanting to avert his gaze for a second.

“You’re awake?” asked y/n, turning her gaze towards him.

He let out a hum, shuffling closer towards her.

At that, y/n’s hand fell on top of his head, caressing his unruly mop of hair. It’s soothing, something that he really needs amidst the headache that’s been throbbing inside of his head. They stayed like that for a couple of moments, basking in each other presence.

The moment didn’t last long because y/n phone rang.

“Yeah?” asked the woman before she stared at him for a moment before she began talking in a language that he didn’t understand.

Charles faintly recognizes it as German. He knows a couple of words, but with the way y/n talking as if she’s a native speaker, well, it’s safe to say that he really doesn’t have a clue about what she’s talking about. The phone call didn’t last long. Only a couple of minutes at best. Though, at the end, y/n let out a sigh.

“Something wrong?” he asked, sitting up.

“Charles, listen,” stated the woman. “This is a bit awkward, but I gotta go.”

He ignores the disappointment that erupted inside his chest. The driver had been hoping that they could have breakfast together before taking a stroll around Monaco before he had to see her off.

“I really enjoyed last night but-“

Before she can even finish that sentence, Charles interrupts her again. “Can I see you again?”

Y/n blinked, staring at him. “Yes?”

“See you again,” said the driver, leaning closer. “I really enjoyed last night. More than simply enjoying it,” he continues. “I like to do it again.”

The woman is still staring at him.

“Of course, I mean not only fucking, but like, I would love to have a date with you,” he continue, tongue a bit tied at the sight of an angel in front of him. “If you give me the chance?”

Honestly, he was not expecting much. A woman like y/n must have had a lot of suitors or partners all her life. Charles will be the luckiest man on earth if y/n even gives him a chance for a single date, let alone dating her.

It was silent for a bit, as the both of them stared at each other with no words being exchanged.

The moment was broken when y/n let out a loud laugh.

It startled him a bit, Charles doesn’t really understand what’s funny about his declaration and yet, he doesn’t really mind it. After all, the sight of y/n letting out such a carefree laugh is something that he will integrate into his memory forever.

“Yeah,” said the woman, finally. “Let’s see each other again.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes,” grinned the woman. “But next time, bring me to a proper date, okay?”

Charles laughed at that, giving her a single kiss.

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[no-psi-nan]

Yumehara and Akechi do NOT get off to a good start in canon. They are not hanging out, they do not care about each other except as generally being part of Saiki's friend group.

However, I believe that once Yumehara accidentally introduces Akechi to the world of yaoi that they will start interacting exclusively for the purposes of yaoi roleplay and end up eventually becoming very good friends because of it.

Do you see my vision.......

[mortellanarts]

fandom sleeping on the most toxic yuri pairing in the entire series simply because they never spoke in canon smh

[emloafs]

so you think the mohawk kid stares at his best friend's lips a lil too long, now what?

HAWKMETRI FIC REC! here's a complete list of my favorite Hawkmetri/Binary Boyfriend fanfics for those who need a crash course into this niche brain rot (which no one asked for). Read below!

silver on your tongue, copper on your lips by HearJessRoar | 2k words | CMON YOU ALREADY KNOW! There’s a reason this one of the highest ranked fics in their ao3 tag. It’s so them. Fighting turned makeout sesh? Spectacular give me fourteen of them right now. Couldn’t tell you how many times I've read this...

The Cobra Effect by slrandomperson | 6.9k words | THIS ONEEE everyone knows this one everyone loves this one. This fic invented the ‘what if Eli DIDN’T break dem’s arm’ trope imo. This fic walked so others could run. Still the best of its kind.

Spoilers for My Valentine by Asphodelia ( @asphodel-storm) | 11.9k words | If you are going to read any fic, READ THIS ONE! Takes place around s3, but Demetri does his best to not only snap Eli out of his red-Hawk evil phase but also woo him by reminding him (and spoiling) of all the nerd shit he likes. It is as good as it sounds. I go back to this one ALL the time.

I don’t care what you call me (as long as you call me) by Anonymous | 4.2k words | I’ll say this for multiple fics, but this is my favorite hawkmetri fic. It’s so fun and fluffy and SO THEM. basically eli is like call me whatever and demetri finds the perfect opportunity to do something very funny and also some wooing.

this is our get along shirt by Anonymous | 3.8k words | Listen maybe I just like fics where Demetri successfully turns Eli back to the light side simply by reminding him of the good in the things he used to hate about himself/his life. In this fic, circa s3, Demetri wears all of the old clothes Eli left at his house to get his attention. Eli gets PISSED. It is everything to me. 

One Of The Finer Things in Life by Ithinkwehaveanemergency | 4k words | Eli basically being like “oh no he’s hot” after seeing Demetri shirtless. Fluffy and also hot and so well written. As always, this author captures them perfectly. It’s funny and it’s cute and I love it.

And I Will Not Fall Hard This Time by Ithinkwehaveanemergency | 12.7k words | Another one from this author!! Essentially, Eli and Dem become friends with benefits in college and don’t think that will end poorly for them at all.  Note: If you don’t like NSFW, this one is not for you, but i personally love a little spice when it’s well done. Everything about this fic makes my heart hurt. Like they’re so gone for each other but they SUCK AT COMMUNICATING. I’ve read this one so many times too. So many kisses for this fic. Like it has a chokehold on me I can’t explain

Always Thinking I Could Love You More by Ithinkwehaveanemergency | 6.5 words | Listen if you know me you know I love a fic that centers around Hawk’s hair. Essentially Hawk dyes his hair and Demetri is STARING. Bestie Yasmine is here to meddle. (can you tell i really like this author?)

lavender haze by youngervolcano | 3.1k words | This one is light and FUNNY. Classic everyone thinks they’re dating but them. Very cute quick read.

andisol by samemoon ( @carmendiazbian) | 25k (incomplete) | Don’t get me started on this one!!! The way my heart HURT reading it!!! Takes canon and changes it a little, but essentially a deeper look at Eli after s3, slowly mending Demetri and Eli’s relationship, and a look at how they got where they are now. I need to reread this one again because it is just one of the most well-written hawkmetri fics I’ve come across. It’s not completed, but I assure you it is still worth the read. 

Who You Are Inside by Asphodelia ( @asphodel-storm) | 4.9k words | I just think this one is neat! ‘His Dark Materials’ AU with daemons - I know absolutely nothing about that world, yet I still really liked this! Follows canon but with animal companions that are actually your soul/their shape reflects your soul. Childhood Eli and Demetri and falling back together with a dash of a soulmate trope. So fun if you love a tad of a fantasy element!!

Second Chances by Asphodelia ( @asphodel-storm) | 31k words | Is this one realistic in the slightest? No! But I loved it! Essentially this is what would happen if Pre S1 Eli swapped bodies with S3 Eli. Has some really strong parts and the premise is so silly but endearing that I love coming back to it. Good characterization too! Again, a nod to anyone who loves a little fantasy (another Asphodelia fic!)

Or you could read one of my fics if you feel so inclined.

Be sure to check ratings and warnings! Only read what you like!

[weirderscience]

when wide scale political protests happen again i want every white fanfic writer out there to shut the fuck up

[nyxi-pixie]

dazais the realest mfer on the planet bc like. i have been obsessed with chuuya for nearly a year and ive never magic girl princess carried him. like dazai thinking abt him every sleeping and waking moment rlly makes sense when u take that into consideration. imagine princess carrying THE nakahara chuuya and then not being insane about him for the next 6 yrs. cldnt be me. cldnt be dazai either. u just gotta let the insanity infect ur mind

[starzwave]

This pull isn’t focusing on who am I shipping with Dipper!—just who’s more fitting for the role! :3 (if y’all read my unhinged tags u would know lols)

If you guys have any other episodes ideas/filers/character arcs/Headcanons plz dm me or reblog etc!! I LUV hearing about all of yr ideas!! (Some of yr ideas r soo great that I will actually include them in my upcoming RF! Fanfic!)

Edit* I lied I totally ship dipcifica

[meownotgood]

I'm going back to bed the moment I post this but I've been having a super rough and stressful night... so for whatever reason I went back to read some of the kind asks I've received since I saved a lot... some since the first time I started writing... and I got so emotional and just began sobbing haha.... I can't believe how lucky I am...... I love writing so much.........

[nateezfics]

one thing that’ll always baffle me is the amount of likes vs the amount of reblogs on fics. like it’s staggering. so many likes, but not even nowhere near half the amount of reblogs. and reblogs with actual feedback and comments are fewer still. not to say that i or other fanfic authors don’t appreciate likes, because we do. but reblogs help us out so much more, especially when you reblog and leave feedback or maybe just leave a few supporting words in the tags. i know we sound like a broken record at this point.

but please consider reblogging and commenting on your favorite fanfic authors’ fics.

[spacealligator]

I wanna write a story where character A is sucked from the modern world into the world of fantasy through wizardry and has to marry character B who is a prince, to save the kingdom from disgrace or something

what settings can I play with? maybe kakashi is seen as sacred because his hair is white? maybe obito is a cruel prince who learns how to love? or obito ends up in a disneyland like place and is very annoyed? maybe he's in the mafia in the real world?

so many possibilities GAWD

[bleue-flora]

Btw based on the real life measurements, where 1 block is 1 meter, the cell is 3 meters or approximately 9.8 feet high, which is about the standard ceiling height. So, with Dream being 6’2 (1.88 meters) that means there’s a good over 3 feet (1.12 meters) extra room in the world’s best Minecraft torture box. In other words… suspend away… ;]

[ebellaart]

so after reading banana daiquiris by @avelera i had this image in my mind and it needed to be released.

[insanitysilver]

humble request for people using their ao3 bookmarks as a reading list: godspeed in your reading quests, but please consider making those bookmarks private.

Ao3's bookmark search function is a really cool way to find new fics based off what other readers have said about them, but recently more and more of these have filled the search and made it pretty hard to wade through. :')

[palabraasinnecesarias]

maybe someday...

ao3 | ff.net

ship: ranma/akane words: 2,171

Maybe someday it’ll be more than touching hands without the worry of being shoved against one another by their binding families.  

Akane fanned herself as best as she could, trying to outbeat the mild heat thanks to the air conditioning having a minor malfunction. It’ll be up and running in a few hours, but until then, the Tendo household sprawled about the family room and along the engawa while Kasumi and Auntie Saotome prepped cooling snacks.  

The weather wasn’t horrendous by any means, in fact the breeze clanking the wind chimes offered a nice ambiance, and if it wasn’t for daytime TV entertainment, she probably would have joined Nabiki as she enjoyed her magazines next to her father and Uncle Saotome while they played another round of shogi. But instead, the young girl watched whatever was playing. And when it cut to commercials, she succeeded in not glancing at Ranma who had decided to join her – even as she knew that he was probably looking at her.  

She had caught him a few times now and then, and he’d look away almost instantly, with a hint of blushing cheeks that made her smile just as excitedly. She hadn’t actually paid attention as to how it started to happen, but it had become their thing to hide behind closed doors and share an intimate stare or reach towards each other to hold hands for just a moment. But as soon as someone walked through it, they’d unlatch and look away, pretending like nothing happened and nothing ever would. 

That evening hadn’t been any different. When they believed that no one was paying attention to them, Ranma’s hand had accidentally pressed against hers, and he didn’t look at her directly, but she knew he was probably color matching with a beet. And Akane tried not to react as she wrapped her pinky around his, risking one glance at him through the corner of her eye with a timid smile.  

His hands had always been bigger than hers, and could probably crush hers without much effort, but he was so gentle in the way he softly squeezed back. She knew he could be awkward about touching, and it always elated her beyond words when he willingly initiated the first move.  

“Freshly squeezed lemonade, everyone!” Kasumi chirped, and that was enough to pull them out of their trance as Akane quickly released her pinky’s hold around his as she jumped to her feet and merrily made her towards her older sister to help distribute the drinks. All Ranma could do was exasperate a sigh as he let himself lay on the wooden floors.  

Maybe someday it’ll be more than touching hands without the worry of being shoved against one another by their binding families.  

Ranma had gotten so much better about waking up earlier in the mornings to make it in time for school, when he wanted to, of course, and definitely not because of Akane knocking at his door every two minutes.  

Some time ago, they had needed to reroute after some unexpected shenanigans landed them a few blocks further from their school, coming across a newly installed vending machine stocked with canned beverages.  

Occasionally, the duo had begun detouring a couple left and right turns to indulge themselves in a can, finding that they shared a preference towards the canned coffee over the rest; it wasn’t overly sweet, and tasted like coffee although not bitter by any means. They would slip some spare change into the vending machine to enjoy a treat on their way to school.  

“C’mon Ranma,” Akane rushed as she was already walking out the door while still trying to adjust her foot into her shoe, having a craving for the canned coffee that morning. Ranma yawned, mildly annoyed that he couldn’t quite enjoy his breakfast because she wanted to make sure they had enough time to get to the vending machine. Still, he followed suit, bidding his goodbye for that day as he closed the door behind them.  

To their dismay, the vending machine hadn’t been fully restocked, and offered a small variant that morning. Ranma didn’t get a drink, insisting he just wasn’t wanting anything as they made their way towards the school. Still, Akane took a sip before offering him a taste. Maybe he didn’t want a whole can, and she didn’t mind sharing by any means.  

“I know what it tastes like, ‘Kane,” Ranma scoffed, pushing her offer away, edging her to stick her tongue and blow a raspberry at him.  

“Geez, just trying to be nice, in case you did want some.” He mocked a face, and Akane couldn’t help but muffle a laugh, feeling like such a kid at how goofy he seemed for just a moment. “I won’t share with you ever again,” she groaned, pretending not to care that he had rejected even just a sip. She took another drink, and mid-gulp she could feel the can getting taken away from her mouth.  

Ranma was now drinking, his Adam's apple bobbing twice before returning the now-half-empty can, utterly confused as she took her drink back. “It’s good,” he said, and she scoffed. She offered him a taste, and he says ‘no’; she takes it back, and suddenly he wants the whole drink.  

“Honestly, Ranma,” Akane rolled her eyes, narrowing her eyebrows at him, seemingly bitter, “if you want to kiss me, you just have to ask.” Of course, she was completely kidding, but according to Yuka and Sayuri, sharing a drink could be considered a form of indirect kissing. She believed the concept of indirect kissing to be a cute way of communicating in public without outwardly displaying it, but the real deal tugged at her more than sharing a straw and calling it kissing. She and Ranma hadn’t kissed – officially, that is – considering they hadn’t done more than hold hands under tables and steal glances at one another.  

“Wh-what? Kiss you?” His stuttering jumble of words wasn’t much of a defense against her accusation, especially when his now blushing face almost camouflaged with his top, and she did laugh out loud this time. The comment had slipped out of her mouth mindlessly if she were being honest, but it enlightened her to see him in such a flustered state, even if it was short-lived as he grumbled and began walking away.  

“Are ya’ saying you don’t want to kiss me?” She teased, walking faster to match his step until bumping her shoulder against his arm. She was grinning from ear to ear, like a Chesire cat, quite enjoying the deflating of his usual substantial ego.  

“’Course I do.” He retaliated, his words too fast for his brain to catch up, and all Akane could do was smile sheepishly as her eyebrows scrunched amused by his answer. What was she supposed to say to that?  

“Well,” she cleared her throat silently, smiling softer this time, unable to stop the heat from rising against her cheeks at the thought that, nevertheless, they had indirectly kissed, “good.” He was looking at her now, not as flustered but just as embarrassed by what he had candidly admitted, and she couldn’t help but take a sip before looking away. 

Maybe someday she’ll get the courage to be the one to actually kiss him without the worry that the misfortunate of a bicycle’s front wheel struck at the back of his head for the umpteen time that week.

When Akane walked into the dojo she hadn’t been expecting to see Ranma self-training, although it seemed he was working out more than anything else. She had caught the pigtail wearing martial artist on the last set of his pushups, quietly awaiting by the door, both knowing that he had detected her the moment she walked in.  

Within a minute Ranma sat up, reaching for his small towel to wipe the running sweat from his forehead and temples. He was flushed, his hair sticking at the sides of his face and mild sweat spots about his tank top. “Hey, ‘Kane,” he greeted, feeling her knees wobble monetarily as she waved at him like some lovesick junior high student.  

“Working hard, or hardly working?” She winced at the way she was trying her best to remain composed, as if not caring that she thought him quite cute at the way he smiled at her.  

“Hard to say,” he chuckled, now sitting by crossing his legs as Akane walked toward his space, taking a seat next to him before beginning some floor stretches. “It ain’t like I gotta’ work much to be good at what I do.”  

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him, groaning a sigh although she was grinning like some fool, “Well, all you were doing were pushups.”  

“I do more than simple pushups!” Ranma scoffed, offended, more than ready to debate against her had he needed to. “I could even do some with you on ma’ back!”  

“As if!” Although, she believed him wholeheartedly; mainly because she had been prime witness to the capabilities of his brute strength. She hadn’t known why she had been wanting to pick a fight, but the childlike pout he aimed at her ruffled her up and she couldn’t stop herself from saying, “Prove it.”  

“What?”  

“Do a set of pushups with me on your back.” She didn’t know why she continued talking, but there was now some sort of gleam in his eye that told her he was accepting her challenge. She adjusted the strap that held her gi from being too loose, and maybe because she could feel herself getting nervous. This was silly, actually. She opened her mouth to tell him just that, but although he had just finished doing pushups, Ranma readjusted himself in position.  

“Okay, hop on, tomboy.”  

“Ranma, I’m not getting on your back,” she chuckled nervously, watching him continue to wait for her.  

“C’mon, ‘Kane,” he insisted, a mischievous smirk overtaking his face, and she couldn’t help but shiver at his determined demeanor.  

“I was joking, you dope.”  

It took some convincing, but evidently the young boy had managed to get Akane to agree. And he was in position, his body planked as he waited for the young girl to get atop of him. And with a heavy sigh, pushing strands of short hair behind her ears, Akane softly placed her behind on his back.  

“I know you’re not putting your whole weight on me, idiot, don’t be scared.” She was, in fact, trying her best to not rest her entire weight on him, as he claimed.  

“You better not nag me about it later, okay?” She readjusted herself, deciding that lying on him rather than sitting was probably a better idea. And so, Akane pressed her chest against his back as she latched her hold against his shoulders, wincing when hearing him mildly groan. Although, before she could get off, Ranma began the exercise.  

He wasn’t going fast by any means, but he also wasn’t hesitating, and his performance was immaculate, as it always tended to be. She shouldn’t be blushing as much as she was, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the heat that his body emitted onto hers. His pace was steady, and if she hadn’t been so self-conscious, she probably could have taken a nap on him, like some cat. She chuckled mindlessly at that.  

“What’s so,” Ranma groaned inwardly, “funny?”  

Akane leaned forward, pressing her cheek against his sweaty temple, “Nothing,” she promised.  

“I could go faster, ya’ know.”  

“I never said you couldn’t.”  

But he was already speeding up his pushups, and Akane had no choice but to wrap her arms around his neck. “You idiot,” she yelped, bouncing off him and onto the floor before he could reach another set. He gasped inwardly, turning to face her but she was laughing, softly and low at first and then loudly, outwardly with her brown eyes squinting at him and the corners of her mouth pushing her cheeks so high they were rounder than usual. And he chuckled along, ignoring the way she sat up and bopped his head as she called him an ‘idiot’ again.  

When the laughter died off, they continued sitting on the dojo floor, not remembering when Akane had reached for his hand to hold. She opened his palm and sprawled her own palm against his for a moment, dragging her fingertips about his skin for a minute before intertwining her fingers in between his, lost in thought. His hands were long, rough, but they were so comfortable to hold.  

“’Kane,” Ranma called, and she hummed a response as her drowsy eyes blinked up at him, waiting for him to continue talking, “I’m thinking about going to the market for some snacks,” he told her, very aware of his hand still being possessed by Akane’s, “wanna’ come with?”  

“Sure,” she smiled with a nod at her head.  “Kasumi wants me to grab some items for tomorrow’s breakfast.”  

Maybe someday their walk to the market would be more than just grabbing some errands, but until then she’d relish on small moments as such.