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New Member Spotlight July 2024

The Pond is always growing and we want to make our new members feel welcome! Here’s a list of recent additions to our fishy family and a little info about them!

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Guppies, Jellies, and Mutuals, oh, my!

RainyThursdayNight

Tumblr handle: @rainythursdaynight

AO3: miss_bored_tf_outta_her_mind

What is your SPN OTP? Dean/Castiel

Are you in any other fandoms? The Umbrella Academy, She-Ra, Attack on Titan, The Legend of Korra, Avatar the Last Airbender, The Owl House, MCU, Harry Potter, Detroit Become Human, The Walking Dead (Telltale), etc.

What are you looking for in the Pond? A place to write alongside others/learn from other SPN writers/jump into writing for SPN with other authors and readers from the fandom!

What types/pairings do you like to read? Dean/Castiel, Castiel/Meg, Sam/Eileen, Dean/Jo, Sam/Jessica, Sam/Rowena/Gabriel, Claire/Kaia

What genres do you like to read? What are your favorite tropes Hurt/Comfort. Angst with a happy ending, Pre-series/Stanford Era, Solo Hunters Dean and Cas, Found Family, Wrong Number AUs, Time Travel AUs

What kinds of fics do you like to write? Introspective Character Studies with plot, Time-Travel, Found Family, Crossovers, Secret Agent AUs, Media Inspired AUs, literally almost anything tbh

Is there something you have not written but would like to try? Writing for Supernatural is completely new to me. I was part of a large-scale rewrite a while ago so I've rewritten episodes of the show but never really a fic, so having you guys be exposed to my writing first before I post it would be really nice. Having people who've read similar stories reading mine before I give it to the general public is the goal!

AylaCaveBear

What is your Tumblr name? @aylacavebear

What is your SPN OTP? Sam and Eileen, or Sam and Jessica

Are you in any other fandoms? Dabbles in Vampire Diaries

What are you looking for in the Pond? Interacting with others who share the same interests, i.e. Others who enjoy SPN fanfics, reading and/or writing. Learning more about navigating Tumblr better and enhancing my writing, as well as helping others if I can.

BOOST: Honestly, I'd like to promote my sister. She made something for me to promote my tumblr on youtube. (I'm not looking for subscribers or views. She's just amazing at what she does and thought there might be other users who might be interested in what she offers.)

What type/pairings do you like to read? Reader Inserts mostly, A/B/O dynamics, Dean x Reader/You and even some Sam x Reader/You.

What genres/tropes do you like to read? All of them honestly. I have to say though, Smut with Fluff and Angst are my absolute favorites. I also love a good plot twist.

Do you have a favorite Fanfic writer? I can't say I have one favorite. There are so many amazing authors on there. @holylulusworld has some amazing A/B/O fics, as well as many others. I've sort of been binge-reading them at the time of answering these, lol.

What kinds of fics do you like to write? I love to write fics that are Dean x Reader/You. The "reader" is typically also an OC and they typically have some bizarre 1-in-a-million trait. I love writing series with lots of parts and typically have a slow burn filled with fluff, angst, and all sorts of fun little things.

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Your most underappreciated fic!

Is there something you have not written but would like to try? I have three, lol - A/B/O, Choose Your Own Adventure (already have a plan in mind), Cas x Reader (as per a request on a one-shot I wrote asking for more and I'd love to write it).I'm not entire sure about help with any of these, as I have others I need to finish before I can even start on these.

TheCatSaysMew

What is your Tumblr name? @thecatsaysmew

What are you looking for in the Pond? I've been writing Supernatural fics for over a decade, but it has been mainly for myself so I don't publicly publish them. I absolutely love writing fics and doing character studies, and I really like reading them on Tumblr too. I was hoping to connect with the community, make some friends, get inspired to write more and also inspire others.

What pairings/type do you like to read? I'm a reader-insert girlie through and through. I usually go for the Dean x Reader fics!

What genres/tropes do you like to read? Angst. I sometimes read smut, but I find angst far more delicious than smut!

Do you have a favorite Fanfic writer? All my fic reading is mainly done on Tumblr. I feel like I've read every Dean x Reader fic on the platform, so I'm always excited when new ones pop up. I love reading stuff from @avanatural, @mind-empty-just-fictional-people and @wearywinchester among many others!

What kinds of fics do you like to write? Reader/Self-insert, angst, mixed in with a little soulmate trope

I don't have a masterlist as I don't usually post stuff publicly, but I did rewrite a theme from my current longfic to take part in a writing challenge.

Your most underappreciated fic!

Is there something you have not written but would like to try? A casefic. I actually want to incorporate it in the final part of my longfic, and I really want to get the early seasons aesthetic on point. It's so difficult to verbally describe something that we're so used to seeing visually: the gloomy shots, the dingy motels, the impala parked in front of a small town home in the rain, etc. It would be lovely to discuss on how to best write visual / cinematographic descriptions like that! Also, I'm not very good at detective-style writing, so I'm finding it quite the challenge to write a 'solve a case and defeat the monster of the week' fic.

CrowleysMistress

Crowleysmistress (ao3 not on tumblr)

Discord: Sacha04534

What is your SPN OTP? Sam/Lucifer (I mean not like shipping them but it’s all I write even if in a non-con way)

What are you looking for in the Pond? Other SPN fans - particularly angsty Sam ones

BOOST: I have a a witchcraft podcast called The Brujas Broadcast

Fic types, tropes, pairings, genres: I skip slow burn, super long ones, all reader insert, most OC, all crossover. (I like) Angst for sure, AU, adventure, smut and fluff some days depending on mood.

Do you have a favorite Fanfic writer? So my (AO3) history says I like ultimatefandomtrash, angelszn,

What kinds of fics do you like to write? Sam/Lucifer

AO3 Master List

Your most underappreciated fic!

Is there something you have not written but would like to try? A long multi chapter piece. I feel like I need to have it all done and ready to post together and not be working on something and just post pieces of it.

xPurdyGlambertx

Tumblr: @xpurdyglambertx (on all socials), including Discord and Wattpad

What is your SPN OTP? Too many - multishipper

Are you in any other fandoms? TWD, Stranger Things... those are the big ones

Pairings, genres, tropes, fic types: Ships and poly both, Mostly smut and angst

What kinds of fics do you like to write? Smut and angst, mostly oneshots but I'll pump out a multichaper fic every now and then!

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Your most underappreciated fic!

LucasBarr

Tumblr: @lucasbarr

AO3: Ophelia_Yvette

What is your SPN OTP? Dean/Cassie or Dean/Benny

Are you in any other fandoms? Mermaid Melody and Harry Potter!

What are you looking for in the Pond? fellow writers! People to talk about fic with and to help with fic writing (bc spelling is my nemesis lol)

Pairings, tropes, genres, fic types: Dean pairings for sure 😂 I am a multi shipper at heart tho so I enjoy a lot of pairings (besides like reader inserts). Found Family, Angst, Fluff, AU

Do you have a favorite Fanfic writer? Basically any spn fic writer who writes about his Amazon daughter Emma or any of the female characters of SPN 😂

What kinds of fics do you like to write? Ones about the kids of SPN like Jody’s girls, Kaia, the Freaks and Greeks gang, Ben, and Dean’s Amazon daughter Emma 😂

AO3 Master List

Your most underappreciated fic!

Is there something you have not written but would like to try? I want to get better at writing Sam and generally capturing the atmosphere of the early seasons in a fic (if that makes sense?)

Meryl1988

Tumblr: @meryl1988

AO3: Meryl1956

What is your SPN OTP? Well: I'm going to be honest here. You may feel free to kick me out Castiel/Dean. Sam/Dean. Love both equally.

Are you in any other fandoms? Starting 911

What are you looking for in the Pond? I am in complete awe of the wonderful writers of son fiction. If I can provide any support or good for thought, I would feel honored.

Pairings, genres, tropes, types of fic: Castiel/Dean. Sam/Dean. Castiel/Dean/Sam. Dean/Benny. Sam/Jessica. even though I am a total m/m reader. I love fics where she's alive and posseses a good personality. Every single one. I love stripper tropes, enemies to lovers, any AU with my boys. Hooker fiction. Poor/Privileged pairings. I also love Omega verse and Mpreg. Also RPF

Do you have a favorite Fanfic writer? This HARD! There are many but I will list a few @Felisblanco @Justinedelarge @friendofcarlotta On A03 Dollyluxe Nyxocity. Tumblr Flesflutter. Tumblr Hellhoundsprey Morgan Sunglasses Spn_kinksock Lukinha_jesus Compo67 taymarpigeon Applecrumbledore Ashtraytheif Castielslostwings Castiel_left_his_mark_on_me Amypond45 Rivkat Boydean Komodobits Naughtypastrychef Lovethemwinchesters Abs_cats Smackthedevil Chaotictrinity Anyrei. Queerwolf. Co authors Dmarie92

Sardonic-The-Writer

Tumblr: @sardonic-the-writer (and on AO3)

What is your SPN OTP? destiel, but i'm extremely partial to sabriel and crowstiel

Are you in any other fandoms? mainly spn right now, but i also love the umbrella academy and the gorillaz

What are you looking for in the Pond? mostly just to insert myself into the spn fandom space more, as well as find a safe space to share fanfics and stuff

Pairings, genres, types of fic, tropes: mostly reader inserts, but a solid ship fic of literally anyone is also good. pretty much anything genre wise, as long as i have a fun read. some of my favorite tropes would have to be friends to lovers, or just straight up a reader inserts where there's no romance and just them working a case alongside the guys. it appeals to me as an aroace guys

Do you have a favorite Fanfic writer? unsure, but i really enjoy gabriellives, The_White_Rabbit_42, and relic_amaranth's works all over on ao3

What kinds of fics do you like to write? reader inserts! mostly platonic, but i try romance sometimes. i also write a lot about my spn sona ezra (azrael) but that's mostly for me and the few people that know about him

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Your most underappreciated fic!

Is there something you have not written but would like to try? i haven't written a ton of ship content before, but i know that if i want to i will!

Codepend

Tumblr: @codepend

AO3: theknife

What is your SPN OTP? sam & dean

Are you in any other fandoms? good omens, hannibal

What are you looking for in the Pond? share my fanfics and make friends!

Pairings, genres, fic types, tropes: ships, angst, fluff, pining, unrequited

What kinds of fics do you like to write? one shots although I am working on larger projects

AO3 Master List

Your most underappreciated fic!

Is there something you have not written but would like to try? I find multi-chapter fics more overwhelming

That's all for this month, folks! (If we're missing anyone, let us know and we'll add them to next month's list!) Make sure to say hi to the newbies and make them feel welcome! Thanks to all from @manawhaat @mrswhozeewhatsis @mariekoukie6661 @thoughtslikeaminefield and @heavenssexiestangel

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coco-bean-1218 · 1 year ago

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Well-Behaved Women Never Make History

Prologue: Part One: “A Date Which Shall Live In Infamy”

Chapter Soundtrack https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLizoOuqex7dKa_E3lICq4Rs0MrLoPcAHo&si=n8hgCN8T81xPMCpn

Summary: After the Attack of Pearl Harbor, almost nineteen-year-old Claire O'Connor begins to wonder what's in store for her future.

A/N: Hi everyone! and welcome to my first-ever fanfic. I've had this idea for about two years now and decided to take the risk and put it out there. Please be gentle with me, this is my first ever chapter. I hope everyone enjoys and please feel free to like, comment, and reblog, but do not repost!

Warnings: The Attack on Pearl Harbor, period typical behavior, anxiety

Taglist: Please let me know if you'd like to be tagged!

Sunday, December 7, 1941 Metropolitan Detroit, Michigan, USA 2:30 PM Eastern Time 9:00 AM Hawaiian Time

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"We interrupt this program with an important announcement."

Claire was sitting on her bed, studying biology for her upcoming final exam when the Christmas music playing on the small radio in her room was abruptly interrupted by the announcement.

"The Japanese have attacked Pearl Harbor from the air and all naval and military activities on the island of Oahu, the principal American base in the Hawaiian islands."

Claire's eyebrows furrowed as she listened to the news. The weight of the reporter's words hung heavy in the air, and Claire felt a knot form in her stomach.

"It is no joke, it is a real war," the reporter said, his voice filled with a mix of urgency and somberness

"Mom?" she called out of her room, hoping for some reassurance

When there was no response, Claire quickly made her way down the stairs.

"Mom?" she called again.

"In the kitchen," her mother replied calmly.

Claire entered the kitchen and found her mother standing near the sink. She looked composed, but there was a flicker of concern in her eyes. "Turn on the radio," Claire pleaded, her voice trembling slightly.

"Alright, take it easy," Mrs. O'Connor raised her hands in defense, understanding the urgency in her daughter's tone. She went into the living room and switched on the big radio, anticipation filling the room.

"-Again, the Japanese have attacked Pearl Harbor. We are at war," the voice on the radio croaked, the words sinking into the depths of their souls.

"Oh my God!" Her mother exclaimed.

The two women looked at each other stunned, realizing the gravity of the situation.

"I'm going to call your dad," Mrs. O'Connor declared.

It was just Claire and her mother at home. Her father was at work, and her older sister was attending a school event on starting her Master’s degree.

Mrs. O'Connor walked to the phone and dialed her husband's work number. Meanwhile, Claire made her way back up the stairs. As she reached the landing, her gaze was drawn irresistibly to the large window in the front room. The world outside was transformed, covered in a pristine blanket of snow. The flakes fell gracefully from the sky, swirling and twirling in the gentle breeze. The entire landscape was bathed in a soft, ethereal glow.

Despite the chaos that Claire knew was unfolding beyond the confines of her home, there was an undeniable sense of tranquility in that moment. Snow had a way of hushing the world and creating a peaceful sanctuary. It was as if time had momentarily stood still, allowing Claire to find solace in the beauty of the scene before her.

Upon returning to her room, Claire slumped onto her bed and spaced out, losing all motivation to study. Biology was the last thing on her mind.

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About an hour had passed when Claire walked down the stairs and headed straight for the phone. She dialed a number and tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for someone to answer. As she waited, her mother appeared holding a basket of laundry.

"Who are you calling?" Her mother inquired.

Claire lowered the phone from her ear and replied, "Peyton."

Mrs. O'Connor smiled knowingly, "Ah."

Since fourth grade, Peyton has been Claire's best friend. When they were younger, they used to spend most of their time together and were inseparable. As they grew older, it became increasingly difficult to stay in touch. Currently, both girls are in college pursuing different fields of study. While Claire is interested in the sciences, Peyton has a passion for the arts. Despite their differences, they still hold a deep affection for each other. At least Claire hopes so.

But there was no answer.

Claire let out a deep sigh, "Figures."

"No response?" Her mother asked.

"Nope."

"Well, try later," Her mother assured her

Claire shrugged and walked into the living room. She sat on the sofa, staring out the window, her gaze fixed on the snow outside. As she sat there, she absentmindedly started picking at her nails, a long-time nervous habit.

Claire has always been a worrier since early childhood. Usually, she was not one to listen to the news. However, like most people, she was aware of the tensions in the Pacific and Europe. Today was different. Today, the world had an effect on her.

#well behaved women never make history #wbwnmh #band of brothers #band of brothers oc #band of brothers fanfic #easy company #my first oc story #my oc #hbo war #band of brothers x ofc #eugene roe x ofc #chuck grant x ofc #ofc #original female character #chuck grant #eugene roe

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the-ravenclaw-werewolf · 1 year ago

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How about doing a list of potential video game characters for a 40 type fanfic? Just which characters you would pick. Original Video Game characters can count as well. And sequels to video games.

I would pick...

Middle-Earth: Shadow of Mordor (Talion)

Red Dead Redemption (John Marston or Arthur Morgan)

Prince of Persia (The Prince)

Infamous (Cole McGrath)

Viewtiful Joe (Joe)

Resident Evil (either Chris Redfield or Jill Valentine)

Okay, so bear in mind that I am NOT an avid video game player. I only know these games based on watching other people play them or have been told about them.

Five nights at Freddy’s: Michael Afton

Until Dawn: Ashely

The Walking Dead: Lee Everett or Clementine

Bendy and the Ink Machine: Henry Stein

Undertale: Frisk or Sans

Little Misfortune: Misfortune Ramirez Hernandez

The Stanley Parable: Stanley

Life is Strange: Max Caulfield

Cuphead: Cuphead or Mugman

Super Mario Bros: Mario or Luigi

Sonic the Hedgehog: Sonic

Portal: Chell

Kingdom of Hearts: Sora

The Last of Us: Joel Miller or Ellie

Little Nightmares: Six

Horizon: Zero Dawn: Aloy (I don’t know much about this one compared to the rest, but I like the concept)

Red Dead Redemption: John Marston or Arthur Morgan

Resident Evil: Chris Redfield or Jill Valentine

The Legend of Zelda: Link

The Witcher: Geralt Of Rivia

Detroit: Become Human: Connor or Anderson

We Happy Few: Arthur Hastings

Cyberpunk 2077: V

Bioshock: Jack

Silent Hill: Harry Mason

Call of Duty: Captain MacTavish

Halo: Master Chief

Dead Rising: Frank West or Chuck Greene

Tomb Raider: Lara Croft

Uncharted: Nathan Drake

Left 4 Dead: Francis or Bill or Zoey or Louis

Doki Doki Literature Club: The Protagonist or Sayori

God of War: Kratos

Sly Cooper: Sly Cooper

Ratchet and Clank: Ratchet

Hello Neighbor: Nicky Roth

Brütal Legend: Eddie Riggs

Max Payne: Max Payne

Bayonetta: Bayonetta (Cereza)

Don’t Starve: Wilson

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skullaton · 1 year ago

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Projects Master list

Hi hi! So I've decided to make a master list so it's easier for people to find stuff (because tumblr is tumblr and just a wonderful webbed site)

Fanfic

🍎 Welcome Home 🍎

Escapism

cold hands, warm hearts

Here

Heart of Glass

Here

🔫 Persona 3🔫

Moving on

To be posted

🖥️ Detroit Become Human 🖥️

How To Be Human

To be posted

more on my Ao3

Stimboards

Wally Darling

Howdy Pillar

Julie Joyful

Original Works

Little Lambs (coming soon)

#about #master list #fanfic #writing #stimboards #me me me

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just-seeing-everything · 2 years ago

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redsdesktop · 6 years ago

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Deviant Dynamics Masterlist

A story based on the post-revolution of Detroit: Become Human with the Omegaverse elements. The focus revolves around Connor, the first omega android, known as The Negotiator and former Deviant Hunter. Everything is starting to settle down and android society is being rebuilt, until Markus introduces RK900 into Connor's life.

AO3 || Universe HUB / Ficlets Discord Prompt July || Discord Prompt August

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30

#detroit: become human #deviant dynamics #masterlist #master list #fanfic #fanfiction

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the-unknown-storyteller · 3 years ago

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Bookbinding Fanfiction: A New Adventure Begins

and thus I rise from the dead (with no new fics of my own making though). Anyway, I'm gonna talk a bit about my process binding Salvage by @muffinlance. Thanks @necrotic-bones for (unknowingly) inspiring me to get into this (they were to first to ask to fanbind Salvage and I wanted to do it as well)

Before I begin, here are the guides/tutorials that I used:

- How To Make A Book From An AO3 Page by @armoredsuperheavy

- Bookbinding Resources Master List by members of the Renegade Bindery discord server (found through the previous guide)

- r/bookbinding has a nice beginner’s introduction to bookbinding

- the Case Bound Book series by DAS Bookbinding on youtube is very helpful as well, I specifically used Part 6 Casing In

I also found this amazing program, called Bookbinder (on quantumelephant.co.uk), that takes your pdf and formats it into proper signatures and flips every second page for you etc, so that you can print it at home (if you have the proper printer for it)

this post is probably going to be kind of long, so the entire thing is under the cut, but here’s a preview:

Anyway, I think it's been close to over two weeks since the start of my bookbinding projects, but they’re both done! I first did a kind of test run with a collection of detroit become human fanfics, which taught me four things:

- don't forget to choose natural white paper at the print shop (books never use pure white paper)

- the edges will be irregular and that is ok, do under no circumstances try to level them by hand as you will definitely not succeed in getting smooth edges, just leave the signatures as they are, trust me

- thin endpapers are horrible to smoothly glue down, so take some paper that's a bit thicker and it'll be easier

- finish watching a tutorial before doing the thing, eg. I forgot to put extra paper between the endpapers and the first two and last two pages of the DBH collection got a bit of a wave now, oh well

I might make another post properly detailing my first fanbinding journey with the DBH fics, but second things first: Salvage

Chapter 1: The Beginning

I did dip my toes into bookbinding a few years back, but did them japanese style with an open spine, so doing a proper case bookbind with a spine and all was new to me, ArmoredSuperHeavy’s guide helped a lot

Chapter 2: Getting Materials

Step 1: Read both guides mentioned above, then go to the city to find what you need, don't really find what you need, order a bunch of shit instead

Step 2: Only partially read through the bookbinding guide and forget to order half the stuff you need, try to make do with what you have (big mistake)

Step 3: Try to make bookcloth yourself with this guide, don’t follow it properly and fail at making it, find out that buying bookcloth is dirt cheap (comparatively)

Step 4: regret buying all that cloth and unnecessarily expensive thin paper for the backing

Step 4: buy cheap bookcloth while sighing through the pain of being inconvenienced by your own stupidity, patiently wait for all of your stuff to arrive

Step 5: harvest and format your choosen works according to @armoredsuperheavy‘s guide, run it through the bookbinder program

Step 6: let a website print your script for you since your printer is barely good enough to print one (1) page if you’re lucky, let alone 64 (DBH) or flippin’ 103 (Salvage), front and back

Step 7: wait some more

Chapter 3: Binding the Book

Now sadly I barely took any pictures (read: none), except for the finished product, so I wont go into too much detail, I’ll mostly talk about my thoughts behind choosing the colors and design with a slight detour into the layout and formatting of the fic

The Design:

I knew that I wanted the book to be blue (since Salvage takes place at sea) and that I wanted to find some paper that had some kind of blue wave design on it, I went on ollilypaperware and found this really nice chiyogami paper with a blue wave/scale design on it:

I wanted the round parts to point upwards, but I got it all turned around while glueing it down and now they point downwards instead, but thats fine

I wanted the spine to be blue as well, but when I looked at my red bookcloth (I ordered a few different colors since shipping was a bit expensive and I wanted to get my money’s worth) and thought “red like fire, oh OH that would look fucking awesome and reflect the content of the fic much better”, so I used that instead, I also bought some blue, purple and yellow ribbons in the city and used the blue one for a bookmark by gluing it into the spine

Because of that I made a kind of template, I used Baskerville Old Face for the body, Garamond for the front matter (AO3 tags, summary etc) and Bodoni MT for the front title and chapter titles

The Formatting:

Now I did format a few works before ordering the materials, the materials were getting quite expensive and I wanted to make sure that I had more than just one fic I wanted to bind, I made a whole list and all

I pretty much just followed SuperArmoredHeavy’s guide on how to harvest and format AO3 fics and my layout is the same, meaning the first page is just the title, then title and author in bigger font with the AO3 tags and the summary on the back, then the fic and lastly the author’s notes in an appendix

Chapter 4: The Finished Book

My trial run was a great success in terms of learning what to do and what not to, which means that my Salvage fanbind is the best it could be (except for the endpaper at the back, which I slightly failed at gluing down smoothly, but its behind two empty pages and at the end of the book, so I dont really mind, no one will see)

I’m incredibly happy with the finish and hope that the exterior does the interior justice, but without much further ado, here are the promised pictures:

#fanbinding #salvage binding #muffinlance #salvage #atla #avatar the last airbender

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detroit-grand-prix · 2 years ago

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if she wants me - susie wolff x female oc

part 1: things fall apart, i don’t know why we bother at all

Summary: Heartbreak drives you to do strange things.

Strange things like quit your perfectly-fine job, apply for a job in an industry you’re not familiar with, and move halfway across the world when you happen to somehow get through the interview process with a job offer. As if that’s not enough upheaval for one lifetime, you fall in love with, and start a relationship with your boss, a happily married woman. But it’s not cheating. Somehow.

Tags/warnings: First-person OC perspective, negotiated polyamory, fluff and smut, porn with plot, lesbian character, bisexual female character, boss/employee relationship, divorce (but not the Wolffs, don’t worry)

Author’s note: I posted this on AO3 originally, but orphaned it because I got embarrassed about it for some reason. I’m gradually crossposting my fanfics over here so I can build a master list, so this is going to be the first one. Standard RPF warnings apply, this is just all for fun and doesn’t reflect an actual relationship or scenario.

Heartbreak drives you to do strange things.

Strange things like quit your perfectly-fine job, apply for a job in an industry you’re not familiar with, and move halfway across the world when you happen to somehow get through the interview process and get offered the job. As if that’s not enough upheaval for one lifetime, you fall in love with, and start a relationship with your boss, a happily married woman. But it’s not cheating. Somehow.

Even now, a year after I got on a one-way flight from Detroit Metro Airport to Nice, France, with the sum total of my life packed into a few suitcases and boxes, I’m still not sure how I ended up here.

Maybe because of something Emily, my wife… well, my ex wife, told me when she told me she was leaving me. That she was bored with our lives, bored with me. That I was boring, that I was stuck in a rut and she couldn’t take it anymore. She told me I had no sense of adventure, that I was afraid of risks. I suppose these were reasonable critiques, but after so much chaos in my childhood and teenage years, I was fine with my boring life - at least it was stable.

I’d grown up in relative poverty in some backwater town in northern Michigan, and grew up with the fear of knowing I was different, and not the kind of different that was acceptable in my town or my family. I felt the way about girls that I was told I should feel about boys. It made me feel like I was apart from my peers. I told my parents, and they weren’t thrilled. They didn’t disown me or anything, but our relationship after that was never good.

I had an escape plan, though. Like any teenager in the early 2000’s, I spent a lot of time online. My family couldn’t afford a computer or internet service until well after I was in high school, so I’d sit in the school library for hours in middle school, learning how HTML, CSS, and JavaScript worked, building my own websites on GeoCities and LiveJournal. I loved it, and I loved writing code myself. I honed my skills and taught myself as much as I could through high school. I did well enough in school to get a full-ride scholarship to a relatively prestigious college, got my degree in computer science, and never looked back at my little old town again.

I finally came completely out as a lesbian in college, during my first year. After I graduated, I married the girl I’d been dating since my second year, landed a job right out of school as a systems analyst with a large university fairly close to where I’d gone for undergrad.

I worked my way up to a position that didn’t pay what most would consider massive fortune, but allowed my wife and me to live very comfortably in our moderately-sized university town. My wife worked in marketing for a company that made authentication software, so we really were doing quite well for ourselves. We managed to buy an adorable two-bedroom house in the city before the market started inflating, we each had a two-year lease on a nice car - (a Lexus for her and a Subaru for me, naturally), and two cats. We paid our bills, put away savings, and had enough money to travel. Neither of us had ever wanted children, which gave us the time to do mostly what we wanted. We went to Japan, the UK, Iceland, Morocco, France, Germany, and New Zealand. We took weekend trips to a rented cottage on Lake Michigan, and to Chicago to see plays or concerts. We could indulge our hobbies and take classes to find new ones.

I was happy. I’d found someone I loved, and who loved me. I had a job that I enjoyed and paid me enough where I didn’t have to worry about much. It was everything I’d dreamed of having as a kid.

It was different for Emily, though. She grew up in the Detroit suburbs, her parents were relatively well-off. Both worked white collar jobs in the automotive industry. She went to a private prep school, and then straight to the same small private college that a lot of her friends ended up (which is where we met), so I suppose I could see why she thought our life was staid, stale. While our life was everything I’d hoped to have and couldn’t ever imagine having while I was growing up, for her, it was just a continuation of how she’d grown up. We lived 45 minutes from her parents’ house. And her parents were accepting when she came out to them, so she didn’t even have the experience of teenage rebellion via disappointing her parents with her sexuality. I guess I understood that she felt like she was caged and this was her way of kicking her way out of it.

None of that made it any easier to swallow when I came home one day to see that she’d packed up her clothes and our cats and drove her Lexus out to Los Angeles. I begged and pleaded for her to come back, to talk to me, to consider the alternatives. We could sell the house and move somewhere else if she wanted to, we’d both be able to find jobs easily. We could take a year off and travel the world on our savings. She was steadfast in her resolve, though - something I hadn’t known is that she’d been talking to someone on Tinder for a few months already, and was moving to LA to move in with her. Our relationship had been over for months, even though she still let me hold her at night and told me how much she’d loved me. I felt like I’d been hollowed out.

In what felt like an instant, the ten-year chapter of my relationship and marriage had come to an end. We signed the divorce papers, split our assets. She begrudged me nothing, wanting a clean break more than anything. Apparently, I was nothing more than an uncomfortable reminder of some past she was running away from. I kept the house and my car, she kept the cats and her car, we split up the money in our checking, savings, and retirement accounts.

I tried to live my life as normal for a while, but the house was too quiet without her or the cats. I couldn’t bear to sleep in our bed any more. I spent most nights on the couch, and some in our guest bedroom. I tried to fill my free time with new activities to keep her out of my mind and to keep myself from having to spend too much time at home. I felt like a ghost haunting the house I shared with her. During the cold, dark Michigan winter, it nearly sapped my will to live.

I mentioned this to my friend from work - one of my department’s administrators, Lauren. She was probably my closest friend, almost a sister to me. We’d worked together for years. She volunteered me to get out of the house with her one night, and we were out at a bar near campus that was frequented by more grad students and faculty than undergraduates.

“Well, Emily decided she needed something new so -” I scowled at her. “I’m just saying! You deserve a change, too, Amelia. You’re miserable and I think you need a change of scenery. It can’t be easy to be in that house. Rent it out for a while or something, try living somewhere else for a bit that’s not, well, here . Travel around like you suggested to her, meet new people, see new places, get a job somewhere else… actually, now that I think about it -” She pulled out her phone.

“My aunt has a friend from home that she still keeps in touch with who runs some kind of company in Europe, and I saw she was looking for… some sort of systems analyst, I think.”, she mumbled, scrolling through a social media feed to find the posting.

“Your aunt is from Scotland, right? I don’t want to move to Scotland… too rainy.” I said. “I’ve been there, it’s nice. Not somewhere I’d want to live, though.”

“No, here it is - it looks like the company is in… Monaco, actually,” Lauren said, showing me the job posting on her phone.

“Rokit Venturi Racing, Formula E Team…?” I said, squinting at her phone’s screen across the table. “Laur, I don’t know anything about… whatever that is. What’s Formula E?”

Lauren shrugged. “Car racing, I guess, but with electric cars? I don’t know. Either way, even if you don’t know anything about cars or racing, you’re a damn good analyst with a lot of experience, lots of companies would kill to have someone like you. And you work with engineers all day, that’s not something everyone can do.”

“I don’t know, Laur. Plus… Monaco? It sounds nice, but I thought only like, millionaires lived there.”

“Well,” Lauren said, “I bet they pay pretty well, then! I’m sending you this posting, at least promise me you’ll take a look.

“Fine, I’ll look. But I probably won’t apply. I like my job, and you’d miss me.”

“I would, a lot,” Lauren said, “But you’ve been so miserable lately, it’s… well, you’re just not the same any more, and I’m worried about you.” She patted my arm. “And I’m straight, so it’s not like I can just date you instead.” That made me laugh.

“Okay, I’ll give it a shot. What’s the harm in sending in a resume, right?” I downed the rest of my Moscow mule. When I got home, I updated my resume, hammered out a quick cover letter, and submitted everything to the website Lauren had sent to me. I went to bed and promptly forgot all about it.

That was, until a month later when I had an email with the subject, “Request for Interview”. I was confused, not remembering applying for any jobs recently, until I opened the email and saw the neat black-and-white “Rokit Venturi Racing” logo on the header. The email was mostly a boilerplate interview request, “we think your skill set may be a match and would like to schedule a phone call”, with available times to select. They were all absurdly early in my time zone, but then I remembered that this company was in Monaco , of all places.

I tried to imagine myself in Monaco. I was a midwestern almost-hayseed lesbian whose wardrobe was… well, practical, shall we say - I mostly wore jeans and button-down shirts, hoodies, and flannel shirts (of course). I didn’t consider myself butch, but I definitely didn’t get dressed up very much. One of the perks of my job was that I rarely, if ever, had to dress in “business casual”. My most expensive item of clothing was a Patagonia fleece that I’d bought almost a decade ago. Imagining myself amongst the designer-clad, sunkissed populace of the French Riviera was surely the makings of a fish out of water comedy movie. I signed up for a slot anyway - 8am eastern, 2pm Monaco time, a week from that day.

I looked at the company a little. It seemed to be a small operation. I didn’t know anything about racing, or what I would be doing with a race team, but if I wasn’t a good fit, it wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t my dream job, and I didn’t need a new job. I was mostly curious.

The interview was with the team’s HR representative, Sophie. She was nice enough. She had a lovely French accent. I told her that I spoke a bit of French, we made some very stilted small talk in French, which seemed to amuse her for some reason. We talked about my work at the University, what kind of software I worked with - my job was specifically working with engineering researchers, so I worked with a lot of unusual systems and software. She asked if I had any experience with racing or motorsports, I was honest and said no, and figured that would be the end of the process. But, she noted that it wasn’t that big of a deal, as I had a lot of experience and have used and can support software their team relied on, and was used to working with engineers. She told me she’d get in touch to set up a next round interview with the team principal (“Whatever that is”, I thought) and the company’s CEO. “It will be over Zoom since you’re overseas. Normally, this would be the in-person interview.”

She set it up for the following Monday. I resolved to not do much research on the company. Though I’d worked for the university for years - since I graduated, almost, I’d watched Emily over-prepare for job interviews before and get herself worked up to the point of near-hysterics trying to learn everything she could about companies to give herself an edge. I don’t think it ever actually worked. I looked up the barest of essentials just so I didn’t appear completely clueless. I looked up what Formula E was, what a team principal was. I got the Zoom invitation and saw that the two people I’d be meeting with were named Susie Wolff and Jérôme d'Ambrosio, but that was it. I noticed the one named Susie was listed as the CEO, which did strike me as a little interesting, but I didn’t give it much more thought.

I’ve done Zoom interviews before, on the other side, interviewing people for our department during the height of the pandemic. It’s a universally awkward experience. I always dreaded the moment before the call starts when cameras and audio are still connecting and nothing appears in sync. I joined the meeting at the appointed time and waited, as I was the first to join. The next participant joined - the camera was blurry for a moment, but I heard a woman’s voice.

As the resolution on her camera corrected itself, my heart skipped a beat. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She was petite, with a blonde bob with sideswept bangs that sat just above her shoulders, eyes that looked like a warm hazel-green from the other side of the webcam, and a gorgeous smile. Her makeup, if she was wearing any, was perfectly done, her eyebrows were immaculate. She was wearing a pair of gorgeous pearl earrings, and a white designer top that made her look almost angelic. “Hello! Can you hear me?” she said, and I was suddenly feeling very dumbstruck and nervous. Now I had to get this job. “Hello! Yes! I can hear you!”, I said. “Can you hear me?” She had a Scots accent with just a hint of some other accent I couldn’t place that softened and lengthened the vowels, and I decided that I wanted to listen to her talk all day.

She introduced herself as Susie Wolff, the CEO of Rokit Venturi Racing, and said that the team principal would be joining us momentarily. We made small talk, and it only felt awkward because I was suddenly very nervous about this interview. She had kind eyes and an easy smile, and looked like she was genuinely interested in whatever I had to say, even if she wasn’t. She asked me about Michigan, and the weather, and I did my best to not giggle every time she asked me a question. I felt like a teenage girl again.

Thankfully, Jérôme came on the call a moment later and we started the interview after some introductions. I learned that Jérôme was a racing driver in Formula E previously, and Susie used to be a racing driver herself. “That’s amazing,” I said, earnestly impressed.

“I had no idea, I’m sorry. I haven’t watched much racing since I was a kid. It must have been tough, I imagine there weren’t many other women.”

She smiled at me, and said “Well, I’m sure you know what that’s like - I imagine there aren’t many female systems analysts out there.” I blushed a bit, and chuckled.

“That’s true. I was the only woman in my current department for a long time, and the only female computer science major in my class in college. When I was in school I used to say that dating in the computer science department meant that the odds were good , but the goods were odd .” That joke was well-worn, but both Susie and Jérôme laughed at it. I felt a little more relaxed.

The rest of the interview went very well, I thought, but I wasn’t expecting much, given that I was not familiar with the industry. I mentioned it, but Jérôme assured me that the fact that I’d worked with some of the software they were using and was experienced with hardware and networks was more important - “You can learn the industry easily enough, but it’s harder to teach someone how to use the software we use, even if they are good with the hardware and networking side.” We talked about her philosophies and goals for the team, and I was blown away everything she was saying. The accent certainly didn't hurt.

Once the interview ended, and they assured me they would get back to me, either way. I left the Zoom call and needed to take a few deep breaths.

Almost reflexively, I opened up a new Chrome tab and typed “susie wolff”, pulling up a long list of search results. I clicked on her Wikipedia page, and noticed right away that she was married, which made my heart sink a bit. I generally tend to assume most women don’t like other women anyway, but it preempted the fantasies that were forming in my head about her. I wasn’t surprised, though - why wouldn’t this outrageously beautiful, intelligent, and successful woman be married already? I clicked on her husband’s name - “Toto? Oh, short for… Torger? Okay.” - and saw that he was a dashing man, the very definition of “tall, dark, and handsome”. There were very few men on this planet that I would consider attractive because I was a lesbian, but I wasn’t blind. He was from Austria, and he also had an accent that was oddly endearing. I read that he had made his career as an investor, and was the CEO of the Mercedes Formula 1 team, in addition to being the team principal. They were perfect for each other, like some sort of motorsport power couple. Maybe I should have watched that Netflix show about Formula 1 my coworkers were always talking about.

I lost what felt like hours looking up everything I could about Susie - about her days racing German touring cars, her stint as a reserve and development driver for a Formula 1 team, old interviews in the UK edition of Vogue and some British newspaper, videos of her and her husband giving interviews together. He seemed like a perfect gentleman. He had a good sense of humor, and it was obvious they were madly in love with each other. They even had a son together, who seemed like a very sweet boy. Even from YouTube videos and interviews, I’d never seen two people who seemed like they were more meant for each other. Toto looked at his wife like she hung the moon and stars, just for him, which made me remember that Emily used to look at me like that. I used to look at her like that.

I even dreamed about Susie that night, about the way she looked when she laughed at my joke, the way she smiled at me during our interview, about those hazel eyes, gorgeous even through a low-quality Zoom video. It made me feel a bit strange, though - I’d only met the woman on a Zoom call, but I already couldn’t take my mind off of her. But, It was nice to feel something other than what I’d been feeling for months - bereft of warmth, love, happiness - all of that had left me in a silver Lexus SUV bound for the west coast. Plus, I reasoned, if I get this job, at least I’ll be able to work for this woman. It might set me up for the heartbreak of constant yearning later, but for now, I’d kill to have her as my boss.

Next Chapter

#crossposting from AO3 #susie wolff x f!oc #susie wolff fic #f1 fanfiction #fe fanfiction #formula 1 fanfic #toto wolff fic #formula 1 rpf #my fanfic #series: if she wants me

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heyredmoonstar13 · 3 years ago

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Fics recs

So, after 5 months, today was my last day of vacation. I didn't do anything productive but I read a lot of fanfiction, so, these are some recs (Victuuri edition)

Neither Can the Floods Drown It by isawsevenbirds (Rated T)

Phichit Chulanont doesn't hate many things. But he hates this sickness, hates the way it turns something as beautiful and vital as love against him.

Or, the Hanahaki AU which no-one asked for.

(Major Character Death, one-side phichuuri)

New Definitions for Life and Love by TokiDokiIchinose (Rated: T)

Viktor Nikiforov is a model known by anyone and everyone. On his off days, he spends his time visiting children in a nearby hospital. One afternoon, his life is changed, for the better or for the worst he can't tell just yet, when he meets Yuuri Katsuki. The new patient opens Viktor's eyes to something he didn't think was possible for himself. Love.

(Major Character Death, pain)

Hopelessly Devoted by nerdlife4eva (Rated: M)

As Yuuri adjusts to life in Russia as Viktor continues to be excited about the progression of their relationship. When Buzzfeed requests their participation in a love-themed Valentine's Day couples article, Victor jumps at the chance, dragging a reluctant (but loving) Yuuri along with him.

(Fluff fluff fluff)

Extra Cheese Please by senshoo (Rated: T)

Sometimes you get classy drunk at the Grand Prix Final banquet and win yourself a coach. Other times, you win him with snot running down your nose and half a Big Mac spilled down your chest.

(Or, the one where Yuuri sneaks away from the banquet in order to grief eat and Victor just sneaks away)

(Freaking lovely)

Never Doubt the Swiss by TrepidationChance (Rated: G)

“Ice Skating Champion, Viktor Nikiforov, has arranged a stunning Short Program that will bring him a possible sixth consecutive gold medal.”

AU where Viktor doesn't retire and skates 'On Love: Eros' to Yuuri with the whole world as an audience. AKA Viktor is still sulking about Yuuri's "rejection" after the Grand Prix Final and decides that revenge is sweet, especially if you're famous.

(Victor being petty and extra)

Looking for a rhythm like you by Cesare (Rated: M)

"I know we only really met yesterday, and this may be skipping ahead a lot," says Victor, "but would it be all right if we told people we're dating?"

(If you like misunderstandings this is for you, seriously)

Maelstrom by feelslikefire (Rated: E)

Victor Nikiforov is poised to win gold in his fifth consecutive Grand Prix Final. He has the world at his feet, is unparalleled in the sport--right up until a snowstorm blows into Sochi, and he finds himself repeating the same day over and over and over. He stumbles over Yuuri Katsuki, and everything changes.

(Or, the time loop au. Loosely based on Groundhog Day.)

(One of the best 'time loop fics I've ever read)

Jason's Master Plan (to dating the Cute Asian Guy) by Qwertzu (Rated: T)

Jason Hesling, young ice hockey prodigy, rising star of Detroit Ice Tigers and part-time model, had a smile that made women and men alike weak at their knees. It’s been a while since anyone managed to catch his attention – until he met the Cute Asian Guy at Detroit Ice Castle and decided to become his next boyfriend.

Meanwhile, the actual Ice Tiger™ is having the time of his life watching the pretentious JJ-wannabe trying to charm the pants off the completely oblivious, happily married Katsudon.

(This is so freaking funny)

Yuuri Forgetting, by Viktor Forgot by Mats (Rated: M)

Viktor, now retired and acting as an assistant coach to Yakov, has fallen into a monotonous routine. Every day is the same and nothing excites him anymore. It’s not a hard life, but it’s not a fulfilling one. When he takes the wrong bus to the rink one morning, he meets Yuuri Katsuki, a former skater who may be able to give him just the thing he’s been missing... again.

A post-canon memory loss/Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind AU.

(Okay, okay, this is probably my favorite victuuri fanfic besides Rivals series, it has a lot of angst, I just wanna say poor Victor)

Rivals Series by Reiya (Rated: E)

Seriously, what is a list of Victuuri recs without Rivals?

I guess most of you alredy have heard of Rivals, but god, this is one of the best series of fanfics I've ever read in my entire life.

I remember reading it while "doing" my final peoject of Physical chemistry.

Btw, If you don't know Rivals, this is the summary of the first part Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches :

‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’

A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.

Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.

Summary of part 2 Of Bright Stars and Burning Heart (my personal favorite) :

Viktor doesn’t remember the first time he met Yuuri Katsuki.

This however, is what Viktor does remember…

Part 2 of the Rivals series and companion fic to ‘Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches’. One small change alters the course of both Viktor and Yuuri’s entire lives, creating a rivalry that spans across many years and a world where they both tell a very different side to the story.

And this is it. I read a lot of fanfiction, so maybe I'll make a part 2 someday.

#yuri on ice #yuri!!! on ice #victuuri #viktuuri #yuuri katsuki #victor nikiforov #yuri katsuki #viktor nikiforov #katsuki yuuri

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isles-queen · 4 years ago

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Requests are... open?!

Hello!

So it has been a solid HOT MINUTE since I have touched my Tumblr account (like my last oneshot was all the way in 2017). I’m lowkey in the mood to play around and do some fanfics, so please know I have a requests section that is open. However, I know I also have about 50 (very old) requests in my inbox, so I might reintegrate myself into this world through some of them. :)

I am more than open to feedback! I might be a bit rusty, so again, constructive feedback is highly appreciated.

Although I am primarily an Islanders account, I am more than happy to branch into other teams and players - though that’ll be some trial and error, so please be patient and give me your best feedback.

So, again, requests are open, but please no Rags, Pens (sorry, no Crosby), and honestly no Tavares requests.

In the meantime, this is my master list of past one-shots (😏):

Dallas Stars

Tyler Seguin

Meetin’ The Fam!

GoPro: DZ & Seggy

Movie Night

House Party

Babying a Sick Tyler

First Time on the Ice

Tyler’s Daughter

Cuddle Night

Baby Talks

Pillow Forts & The Body Issue

Love Triangle (pt1)

Pool Fun(?)

A Thundering Exploration

Second Try

(back from hiatus) A Black Tie Rendezvous

Jamie Benn

Babysitting an Injured Seguin

New House

The First Dance

The End to the Love Triangle (pt2)

Scaredy Cats

Snowed In

Jason Demers

Negotiating with “Daddy”

Pretend Boyfriend

Blackmail & Parties

Mr. Steal Your Girl

Santa Demers

Chicago Blackhawks

Jonathan Toews

Toews’ First Cup

Golfing with the Hawks

Patrick Kane

Big Bro’s Best Friend

Washington Capitals

André Burakovsky

Pre-Casino Night

Tom Wilson

Grocery Shopping

Casino Night

Ice Skating or Bowling

Surprise! - A party!

A Late Flight to Christmas

Michael Latta

Mr. Contagious

Detroit Red Wings

Luke Glendening

Frosting War

Calgary Flames

Joe Colborne

We Can’t Dance

Lance Bouma

A Visit to the Kid’s Hospital

To be continued… (Request!)

#oneshots #hot #romantic #fan fic #hockey #Dallas Stars #NHL #New York Islanders #Calgary Flames #Detroit Red Wings #Washington Capitals #Chicago Blackhawks #Tyler Seguin #Jamie Benn #requests #masterlist

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am3ric4ngoth1c · 4 years ago

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Master List

Fanfic request guidelines

https://am3ric4ngoth1c.tumblr.com/post/650644698066780160/fanfiction-info

Matchup info

https://am3ric4ngoth1c.tumblr.com/post/650646389651636224/matchup-info

Obey Me #Shall we date?

[nothing yet]

Undertale and the AUs

[nothing yet]

Black Butler

[nothing yet]

Demon Slayer

[nothing yet]

Saiki K (the anime)

[nothing yet]

Dangaronpa

[nothing yet]

Promised neverland

[nothing yet]

JoJo Bizarre Adventure

[nothing yet]

Friday Night Funkin’

[nothing yet]

Homestuck

[nothing yet]

MCYT/DSMP

[nothing yet]

Devilman crybaby

[nothing yet]

Yuri on ice

[nothing yet]

Hetalia APH

[nothing yet]

Hunter x Hunter

[nothing yet]

DDLC

[nothing yet]

Detroit: Become Human

[nothing yet]

OHSHC

[nothing yet]

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fanficsforheartandsoul · 5 years ago

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Tag list?

So I wanted to know... there were some people who wanted me to tag them with specific fanfics. Do people want me to tag them for certain characters in general? If so I’ll gladly create a tag list :)

If anyone is interested, I will write stories for these characters; in other words, I’ve planned/ I plan to write for these:

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Ahsoka Tano

Ben Solo

Darth Maul

Darth Vader

Captain Rex

Kylo Ren

Leia Organa

Luke Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

The Mandalorian:

Din Djarin

The Child

The Witcher:

Geralt of Rivia

Assassin’s Creed:

Jacob Frye

Evie Frye

Ratonhnhaké:ton (Connor)

Edward Kenway

Alexios

Detroit: Become Human:

Connor

Gavin Reed

Final Fantasy 15:

Gladiolus Amicitia

Noctis Lucis Caelum

Prompto Argentum

Red Dead Redemption 2:

Arthur Morgan

John Marston

Yakuza:

Kazuma Kiryu

Goro Majima

Bold: Characters for whom I already have a story in my drafts

What I’m writing right now and for what people already asked to be tagged in (I’m mentioning you guys just to make sure I’m correct):

The Dragonborn | M!Reader x Geralt of Rivia [The Witcher & Skyrim Crossover] (Oneshot)

Geralt and Jaskier meet a stranger in the woods while on the hunt for a special monster. They decide to team up but neither does Geralt realize that his prey is close to him nor does the stranger notice he's the one being hunted...

@yes-captainstark @stuckupstucky

A Strange Jedi | [Fem!Reader] (Series) | Part III of A Real Jedi

Y/N meets Adam Driver, an actor. The man knows things about the Jedi and the padawan will find out what he’s hiding. Only problem: He’s not really keen on trying to help her. So she takes matters in her own hands. Meanwhile, Y/N’s Master and Obi-Wan and Anakin are worried about her disappearance...

@infinte-exist-ence

The Master of Feelings | [Fem!Reader] (Oneshot)

Padawan Anakin is battling his feelings for Padmé Amidala. That's when he hears some rumors about a Jedi Master who can help with anything that involves feelings. He decides to pay Master L/N a visit to the dismay of Obi-Wan and the Jedi Council.

@cowboyenorgy

Enemies | [Fem!Reader x Darth Maul] | Star Wars

Y/N mourns for something she can never have but Maul won't let her.

If you want to be tagged in any of these or for any characters please send me a message or comment on this post :)

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threshasaurus-writes · 5 years ago

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My DBH Fics By Ship (Gen Included)

A master post of my (growing) Detroit: Become Human fanfic collection for easy reference! I’m a multishipper, and may dabble with various ships and add more to this post as I go. A few fics will repeat since they feature more than one ship, so you can scroll to the ship you’re interested in and see what’s there.

WIP chapter fics = ✍️ Completed fics = ✅ Contains art/cover art = 🎨 Newest fics = 🆕

Here goes the list!

Gen (No Ship)

✅🆕 The Good Things - It has been two years since the androids peacefully won their freedom. When Connor loses first Sumo and then Hank, he thinks he's truly alone in the world. An unexpected visitor arrives just when he needs a friend the most.

✅ Don’t Look Now - Connor is attacked while walking Sumo, and ends up hurt and unable to turn his human-looking skin back on. Hank has never seen him without it, but the only choice is to lean on Sumo and limp home…

✅ Don’t Move - After Markus successfully sways public opinion, the humans retreat from Detroit, leaving the androids to clean up the mess. Connor and Markus personally go to tear down Recall Center Nº5, only to find a certain panicked, wounded WR600 who refuses to leave…

✅🎨 The Quiet After - Connor gets himself shot in the back protecting Hank at the Stratford Tower and dies instantly. Hank stays with his body until someone comes to collect it, but what he thinks of as his fallen partner is just more spare parts to CyberLife.

Markus/Connor

✍️🎨 Connor and the Blue Blood Vampire - When a serial killer starts targeting androids near New Jericho, Markus recruits ex-police agent Connor to track them down with his forensics abilities. Meanwhile, Kara and Luther return to Detroit looking for a way to save Alice.

Ralph/Simon

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Ever since he had graciously accepted Kamski’s gift, the android had done nothing but badger Carl and take care of menial tasks that he could have done himself. Still, though, it isn’t all too bad. It had been years since Carl had someone to talk to on the daily—besides himself and his paintings—and Markus is one heck of a conversationalist.

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the silver lining still remains: ch. 8

what hides in ephemera

SUMMARY: He looks at her and he understands, all at once, why Markus paints.

A Connor x F!OC fanfic. Read on AO3. master post.

((sorry mobiles…there IS a read more!))

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Emma is bundled in a black car with two UN officers and Simon. Connor watches as they drive away down the idyllic cobblestone driveway in the back of the house, hand up in farewell, mouth pressed into a line. He swears he can see Emma watching him through the back window, her brown eyes like two points of warmth, until the car is far down the road. But perhaps it is wishful thinking. A useless process. A dangerous one.

[MISSION FAILURE] [MISSION FAILURE] [MISSION FAILURE]

Markus…

She’s under our protection now. We don’t have a choice.

Don’t make me leave her alone.

She won’t be alone. But we’re going to need you. And you can’t put that on her.

[MISSION ACCEPTED: REDIRECT EFFORTS TOWARD INVESTIGATION]

[MISSION ACC*&$&^^????/////]

[INTERFERENCE DETECTED.]

Emma is not an interference.

Your people are depending on you.

Don’t you remember? The nothing you feared...once so long ago on a winter’s night...it was there. It was in that android’s eyes.

[MOVE.]

He remembers beginning to walk. He does not recall the journey. He is suddenly at the conference table in House Manfred mid-conversation, Markus standing before the group, talking of press statements and political strategy, silhouetted by the rising sun.

Abel is close to getting what he wants and all you can do is watch her leave.

“We arrange an op,” North says, as if that settles everything.

“We’re under extreme scrutiny right now,” Josh counters. “We can’t afford to do anything under the table.”

Connor can’t stop parts of his body from moving. His leg bounces in his chair. His fingers twist and twist and twist together...

“What are we supposed to do?” North’s voice, pitching higher. “We can’t wait. He’s already made his first move. He’ll just keep making everything worse !”

Markus raises his hands in conciliation. Connor nearly jolts out of his chair when he realizes Markus has been watching him this whole time.

“What does he want?” he asks Connor. “Does he just hate us? I mean, what’s the apparent leverage here?”

“Ms. Cho believed it may have had something to do with Emma’s parents and their knowledge of Genesis Biotech,” he says as if by rote. “A Project Nazirite that may or may not exist.”

Something triggers his lie detector -- it’s the closest process that makes any sense. Hank would perhaps call it a hunch. Because Emma’s made it clear that she knows next to nothing about what her parents would have done, and nothing about her life screams “hoarding secrets” other than the itinerant life she inherited. Can Abel truly afford to risk everything for a daughter that may know nothing at all?

That can’t be it, can it?

That can’t be the only reason he’d inflict this horrorshow on everyone?

“Well, that doesn’t...help us,” Markus admits. “We need more information before we act. Josh, what’s the schedule?”

Josh lists appearances on television networks, interviews with approved press outlets and the potential delaying of the Remembrance Ceremony. The to-do list is long. The day has barely begun -- or perhaps it’s never ended, still tripping over yesterday’s track, skipping like one of Hank’s old tape decks, over and over and over.

Carisa’s autopsy. Examining their cyber defenses. Triple vetting Emma’s new UN guards. Calling Kamski about the androids…

He thinks of the darkness in their gazes, the nothingness, the disappearance of who they might have been, and fear rips his processors apart.

It sounds like Carisa’s dying shrieks. It sounds like Emma, screaming no.

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The guards, somewhat obvious in white and dark blue, hover just outside Valerie’s office at the old Detroit municipal center, small but white-bright and warm, lined with thin windows -- a hold over from an older era. Colorful cross stitch patterns peek over the shelves behind the desk, spouting various ironic phrases, including one framed with tulips that said “When life shuts a door, open it again, that’s how doors work.”

Valerie watches, a perfectly manicured hand tapping her dark-tawny cheek, as anger simmers around Emma like exhaust fumes.

Everything is all wrong, now, but no one expects her to do anything except...wait. Answers feel just out of her reach. Her group, her Corps , is completely thrown under the bus by some freak, likely the same freak who stole Raina’s life away and prompted Carisa’s brain to melt out of her skull, and she’s left to muddle through it, wordless and tired, without Connor.

And now...

“So all that work I did was for nothing, after all,” Emma mutters. Her frustration strains the edge of her voice.

“I said the ceremony is delayed, not cancelled.” Valerie’s thin gold bracelets chime as she gestures to a chair in front of her desk for the third time. Emma shakes her head. Valerie casts an unreadable look to Simon, who hangs by the window.

“It’s on the same day as Veteran’s Day, anyway, so we’d been talking of choosing a different date to prevent...battle with other emotional displays of patriotism,” Simon says, voice dry.

“That’s not why,” Emma says flatly, unable to look at either of them. “You’re letting him win.”

Valerie narrows her eyes. “Sweetheart, sit down before I write you up.”

Emma glares at the floor but she complies, flopping into the plush magenta chair before Valerie’s desk. She has at least enough sense not to put her job in jeopardy because she was feeling flighty. But only just enough. “We can’t just do nothing.”

“We’re not doing nothing,” Valerie says. Her tone is pointed, even for her city-born sharpness. “But we can’t do something half-baked. Don’t be stupid with me, honey.”

Emma crosses her arms to hold it all in, thinking of the chaos. And though she feels the same pressing desperation filling her lungs that she’s felt for weeks on weeks on weeks, the same strange desolation from being shunted off for her own supposed safety, she pushes her tongue to the top of her mouth and says nothing at all. She can’t stop hearing Carisa screaming in her head.

“What we need is a more immediate and individual way to signal our unity,” Simon says, as ever seeking the common ground. “And that may mean we just keep working hard. Setting up a good foundation.”

“That won’t keep the kids’ morale up,” Valerie admits, pulling a tablet to her desktop. “We gotta spin it better than that. And that still leaves Emma with nothing to do.”

“What about the HAIT?” Emma says. Her unlicensed dalliances with the HAIT are fodder for jokes amongst the Corps, but Valerie doesn’t even crack a smile and Emma doesn’t feel much like joking, anyway.

“What about it?” Valerie asks, eyes still on her tablet.

Emma taps the arm of the chair. “We’ve not really done as much as we could with it.”

“We haven’t had much time to experiment with it,” Simon says, tone neutral.

Humans and androids. What do they offer each other?

What does she do for Connor?

“And the name...I mean, it’s all there. Human-Android interfacing,” she says into the quiet. “I could help with that. I’m already approved--”

Valerie sets the tablet down suddenly and turns her gaze, dark as mahogany, on Emma. “Do you really think you are in a state to use the damn HAIT, Emma?”

Emma leans back in her chair. “What? Yeah--”

“You’ve barely been sleeping, I can see it in your face.” Valerie’s expression is hard as tiger’s eye. “You really wanna take on everyone else’s problems on top of that?”

Something inside her starts shivering. “It’s easier when it’s not me,” she says, shocked into truth by Valerie’s blunt nature. “And you know I understand it. I’m not a counselor but--”

“Exactly, and that’s reason enough I should say no,” Valerie snaps. She sighs, perhaps noticing the crack that forms in Emma’s facade. “...you haven’t had a thorough psych check by one of our own, for starters...”

“We have a number of androids who specialized in psychological evaluation looking for work,” Simon volunteers. “It may be good for you to speak with one, anyway, Emma.”

Emma sinks further into her chair when he says her name, finding it impossible to look into those giant icy eyes. They see everything. “If I do this,” Emma says, hardly able to believe her own words as they come out of her mouth, “and I go to a counselor, can I at least help test the HAIT?”

Valerie looks at her over tortoiseshell glasses. She’s silent for so long that Emma is sure she is about to point toward her office door. But then she relents.

“Something’s eatin’ you, honey,” she says, voice dangerously kind. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. But,” she says, lifting a hand to stop Emma, mouth open in protest, “I’ll keep it on the docket. For now. If you see someone.”

True to his word, Simon arranges Emma a meeting with a counselor. Same day.

She tries to drown her fear with determination. If she has to be treated like a bomb waiting to trigger, maybe, finally, she can do something useful while time ticks down.

The counselor is a lovely android woman named Natalie, with warm hazel eyes and blonde hair set in a soft wave. Her smile is perfectly charming and her voice utterly disarming. Her LED spins yellow a moment as she overlooks Emma’s Corps profile.

Emma presses her body firmly into the burgundy, itchy sofa, looking intently at the scraggly carpet of the back office of a Corps-established medical center. She plants her feet on the floor and thinks, pointedly, of her toes.

“I’m glad to see you, Emma,” Natalie says, with a tone of warm sincerity Emma can’t help but take seriously in turn. “Everything you say will be confidential. I’ll simply provide an answer to Corps regarding whether or not you are capable of using the HAIT devices.”

The questions start, and she’s struck by their familiarity. Where were you born? Somewhere not far from Detroit, actually. Where did you live? All over the map. How would you describe yourself? Hard-working, reliable, busy as fuck, honestly a little over this not-being-able-to-help situation, kind of helpless right now, generally, if we’re being real. Which I guess we are. Do you have any siblings? Not that I know of.

What was your relationship with your parents like? They were...my rock. Yes, they’re dead now. I was 18 when it happened. Yes, I still think about it… Do you have any living family? My aunt and uncle, but I’m not allowed to talk to them just yet. You know about all that, right? My whole...situation?

Natalie just nodded sweetly at that.

Tell me about your past experience with psychotherapy. Well...I had a grief counselor for a while after my parents died. And...when I was really young I had a therapist after I was adopted. I don’t remember a lot from it, though.

Suddenly, the questions stop. Natalie looks down at her tablet for a long moment. Emma clutches her knees at this unusual pause. It stretches, on and on.

“Emma, can you tell me your very first memory?”

Emma blinks, face burning, but she clears her throat and dives in: She’s six years old, “helping” bring groceries inside, when she drops the single thing she is carrying -- a goldenrod gallon of milk -- on the floor. It breaks instantly, splattering all over the linoleum in the kitchen. The bright trill of anxiety still rings as clear today as it did then: her abject fear that mom and dad would send her away forever for a simple mistake, like she had to prove her worth. She remembers her dad’s startled laugh at the sight, in fact. Little bug, it’s okay. Why are you crying over spilled milk?

Natalie nods down at her tablet a moment. “You know what is very interesting, Emma, is that that’s the same memory you told your counselors when you were seven years old.”

Emma’s blood turns to ice, even if the importance of that doesn’t slot in properly. “What’s interesting about that? How do you know that?”

“I found your old files from your last counselor. It took me a little searching.” Natalie leans back, face betraying no emotion, even as Emma feels the world stutter to a stop. “Memory loss from time is natural. It’s how human brains sort through information. So it would make sense that, at 26, that would be your clearest original memory. But at 7...one would expect you’d remember something from your time as a three-year-old, perhaps. But you never have.”

Her foot begins to tap against the floor. “Well, I was adopted. Mom and dad always said it was probably because of...foster care experiences or whatever. I was in therapy pretty much from when I can remember until about nine years old…”

Natalie nods, confirming this on her tablet. Her brow crinkles, the only emotional tell on her face. “Tell me about your experience with that.”

A memory comes shaking out of the dirt. “I, uh, used to have night terrors as a kid. And...a lot of phobias.” Lightning, crashing, screaming into a pillow, everything hurts. “And then I didn’t. I honestly...” She thinks back, as far as she can go, but it’s like trying to wipe tar off a window. “I don’t remember much of it. Just that it was.”

Natalie’s hazel eyes rest on Emma in a way that makes her lean into her chair, like she could see far back into her head -- all the way back, as far as the film will go. “There are notes in your record that point to hypnotherapy. Did you know about that?”

Emma gulps down the stilted air of the room and for a long moment, finds herself unable to speak.

“No. What’s it for?”

“It’s...controversial, but it has been historically used to help patients with various anxiety disorders walk through traumas that may underpin some of their worst anxious impulses. Some scholars in the field...though there are few...believe it could also be used to change your perception of an impulse, such as pain. But keep in mind that not all scholars agree that it does what it says it does.”

Emma settles back in her chair as the weight of this hits her. “Are you...sure?”

“Unless your record through the blockchain is lying, I am sure, yes. And if it is a lie, it’s a strange one.”

“But I don’t remember it.”

Natalie adjusts her legs, pinned together in a pencil skirt. “I know,” she says softly. “And that’s the part that confuses me the most. You’re supposed to be taught tools in hypnotherapy you can apply in your daily life. You’re supposed to remember it.”

“Maybe it’s just...one of those kid things,” Emma says, half-hearted, and her face falls when she sees Natalie’s pained, subtle frown.

“Maybe,” Natalie says.

The events of the past few days click by in her head. Electricity. Fire. The shadow of the company is long. They didn’t have friends. Two bright stars.

How much would remain outside her reach forever? What didn’t her parents want her to know?

“Can I get those memories back?”

Natalie’s LED spins a bright, solid yellow for a good 10 seconds. “I am trained in hypnotherapy, but there would be no guarantees whatsoever.”

“Let’s do it,” Emma says, not giving herself time to think.

“Hold on. It’s very important to consider, Emma…” Natalie extends a conciliatory hand outward. “There might be nothing there. Or maybe you forgot for a reason. Sometimes the brain does this to protect you, and there’s nothing to be gained from opening old wounds. You might just find pain.”

Emma shrugs. She’d been toeing the deep end of the pool of things she didn’t like ever since she got shot. “It’s better than the nothing I have.”

Natalie smiles so sadly that it sends chills through her spine. “It might not be.”

The cold settles on Connor’s sensors, just like before, snow sharpening the silhouette of the house like before. There is a human saying about this feeling, this unease settling in the pit of his abdomen, on the back of his neck -- it all makes one hairs stand on end.

Elijah Kamski’s smirk (holding out a gun like so, the Kamski test, he says, like it means something to Connor) is an etching out of ash -- the dark remains of a flashbomb on his memory cores that comes from a center point: this geometric block of obsidian etched into the lakeside landscape that Kamski calls a home.

[&^&^*INSTABILITY]

An important distinction separates this visit from the last: Elijah called them to him.

No offense, Connor, but do you think DPD’s Cybercrime Division has the best encryption protection money can buy? On the city’s dime? Doubtful.

“Our maker lives here, huh,” Josh says. He holds his limbs close to his body despite not feeling the cold. “It looks like a bunker for the end of the world.”

But Kamski’s facilities for technological study, tucked into an underground laboratory lit by diffused blue light, are indeed top of the line. Kamski gestures toward the set up, allowing Josh access to the various haptic panels connected to a clear tube. Empty glass tubes of various sizes, all the way to something that could fit something the size of an android, line the wall.

Josh shuts up. Connor’s doubts intensify.

Carisa’s brain implant sits in the attached tube -- clear of blood and brain matter, but still caked with a strange kind of rust. Charring? A vague resistance repulses his programming from scanning it directly.

Twilight had barely set in and somehow Kamski had pulled enough strings to prompt an expedited autopsy and forward that evidence directly to his home -- with Connor’s express approval, of course, but…

It all sits wrong, like puzzle pieces jumbling in a plastic bag.

Kamski’s interest could be explicitly business. The situation with the blue blood patent would be aggravating for any sharp-eyed inventor. But Kamski, who is usually never without his advantage, takes a strange tack these days. Showing up in public. Taking at least a feigned interest in android welfare. This…

“What do you get out of this?” Connor asks the man. Kamski, understated in a maroon v-neck and dark jeans, stands to the side, arms crossed in front of his chest. He looks askance to Connor. Something deeply dark flickers there.

“Well, Detective, ” he says, spitting out Connor’s role, pushing him back with formality, “I’ve been doing some searching of my own. Some remembering.”

Connor raises an eyebrow. “Explain.”

Kamski looks away, far off into elsewhere. “In 2022, we were looking to expand...and one company in dire straits came to me. I was 20 years old and thought I knew everything. Even more than I do now.” A snort. “We took them all in. Hired them for their biotech expertise, took their warehouse and started developing androids for mass production right here in Detroit…”

[CONSTRUCTING...]

[PROFILE COMPLETE.]

Connor takes a step toward Kamski. “Genesis Biotech.”

“They were calling themselves something else, then,” Kamski says. “Jubilee Technologies, I think. But I asked Josh to look into it for me and my suspicion was right. They shared many of the same executives, one of which is still on the Cyberlife board, today. Even with the state it’s in.”

Josh continues to work on the computer interface.

“Either someone turned on me and pulled one of the longest cons of recent memory to create a poor reconstruction of my thirium recipe,” Kamski continues. “Or I sheltered something else.” A pointed look at the implant, stained with human effluence.

Connor struggles to reconcile this man with the one who was willing to risk Chloe’s death -- the same Chloe he kindly asked to remain upstairs. “What if it has nothing to do with you?” Connor asks, sharper than he expects. “You left Cyberlife.”

Another snort from Kamski. But then he frowns, like he’s watching a memory tinged with blue -- like a ghost is waiting when he shuts his eyes. “Everything with androids has something to do with me.” His frown turns into a dark smirk, and that flash of melancholy is gone.

“Holy shit,” Josh says -- the first exclamation from him since he began his work. “I’m finally in.”

Connor and Kamski both gather around his navy dark interface as white code begins to cross the screen. “Holy shit…” Josh says again, but his tone shifts downward -- from excited curiosity to horror in an instant.

Kamski blinks a few times, brows furrowing in annoyance. “I’m not sure what you’re seeing here.”

“Are those old firewall scripts?” Connor asks.

“Yes...okay. You might want to be sitting down for this one, Connor,” Josh says, but Connor finds this notion ridiculous and does not move. Luckily, it appears to be only an expression. “She had access to all of our data at some point...I’m trying to work backward on access logs.”

All of our data?

“Including everything on Emma’s case? On all the disappearances?” Connor presses. All of their careful investigations into the fake companies, all of their studies on the taken androids, all of their notes on Emma’s status and where she is living...

“Yes. I...oh god.” Josh steps back from the computer a moment, and Connor feels a deep, instantaneous thrum of red-hot energy sweep his systems. What? What? Kamski, too, leans inward, looking like an iceberg 2.3 seconds away from angrily snapping apart.

“From what I can tell,” Josh continues, “Carisa had figured out we were doing some intel on her through some base trolling of our datastreams, so she dug deeper. That’s why I was seeing more data sweeps. That’s why she approached Emma. I think she knew we were onto her, and she knew her...business partner wanted Emma for some reason, so she decided to act on her own accord. To find a better deal.”

“A solid analysis.” Connor does his best to keep his impatience out of his tone.

Josh points to his lines of code. “So at some point she goes back and does some reconnaissance of her own on Genesis Biotech, pulling up all sorts of old files. Old addresses, personnel…”

“That must have been when she summoned the information on the tablet,” Connor says, unsure where he’s going with this.

“But when she did that--” Josh points to a particularly angry line of code that makes both Connor and Kamski recoil slightly. Clear signs of firewall breakage. “Someone got the message and started hacking back, using that connection she’d formed with the data streams to take info from her, instead. All of what Carisa saw on our stuff.” Josh puts a hand up. “I cannot say enough how impressive this hacking is. It’s insanely good. Nigh impossible access to wetware and almost at an instant. Someone that knew about her and likely had warning triggers on that information. Even top of the line hackers couldn’t get this far without that insight.”

The reconstruction sequence begins in his head. Blocks form, fast-forwarding through time, space, backward, forward...

“Abel,” Connor breathes.

“But why didn’t he just do that before?” Kamski presses, cool and logical. “Why wait, in that case? He clearly had the androids trailing her.”

“The announcement,” Connor says. “He saw an opportunity to sow resentment. But why wait until the moment of truth?”

“Wetware interfaces are banned for a reason,” Kamski explains. “They’re hard to hack because bizarre organic connections start forming that literally no one can explain or predict properly. But any hacking that does break through can threaten the entire organic function.”

Josh points to where the coding abruptly ends. “A dump began here, like a hard reset, but it didn't complete. That action plus the android electrocuting her must have literally overloaded her system.” A horrified pause. “Melted her brain.”

“That’s what the autopsy confirms,” Kamski mutters.

“He literally threw her away!” Josh says, aghast. “Just to make a point?”

Kamksi shrugs, a put-upon act of nonchalance that his widened eyes betrays. “That's business for you.”

But Connor can say nothing else. He feels a realization wrapping tightly around his throat.

Abel knows.

He doesn’t just know Carisa betrayed him. He knows they’re on his trail. He knows everything they know about the investigation. He knows where Emma is being kept.

He knows everything.

I don't want to leave my friend, momma.

I know, baby, I know. But you want to go on an adventure, right? We’re going to see the whole world.

Her mother's hands are soft and warm against her cheeks, thumbs rubbing her cheekbones. Sterile white light shines just beyond her mother's round face, her big brown eyes, her smile that makes Emma’s whole heart yearn for the sun. For a hug. She reaches her small arms outward.

Only if Momma and Dadda are there.

Momma picks her up off the ground and squeezes her so tightly she forgets to breathe. Forgets the fear squeezing all of her insides. Forgets everything that's ever hurt her, if only for a moment.

I love you so much, baby girl.

Love you more, Emma says, certain.

Momma pokes Emma’s nose. Let's go find Dadda. Remember our secret?

Emma.

Emma!

She gasps into consciousness, head lulling on cold tile. Someone's hands are tight around her upper arms. She blinks hard, twice, to clear the fuzz in her vision before she realizes who is leaning over her.

Connor, back-lit by Hank’s yellow kitchen lighting, looks down upon her like she’s fallen down from somewhere.

Her body floods with such intense warmth that she smiles against her will. Relief.

He's finally here…the mold of some angel, sculpted from the sky…

“Why are you on the floor?” he asks, shaken. Her smile falters.

She leans up on her elbows, and for a moment their faces are close enough that their noses nearly touch. The world still spins with the thickness of sleep. The relief coursing through her system pulses to the rhythm of one of Hank's old jazz songs playing from the living room. But why does he look so afraid?

“Hank said you'd probably come here first...but he went to bed...”

And I had to see you after the day I had.

She swallows those words back, swallows down the slow heat building everywhere in her body, the old fears, the new ones.

He finally leans away far enough that she can sit upright.

“You were thrashing,” he says, voice flat. “I thought something happened…”

“I was just asleep,” she says. Her eyes finally fall on the cardboard box of items next to her, labeled FRAGILE. The real world outside this moment of time, this moment alone in the kitchen with the person she'd been waiting for, comes rushing back. A pause. “You really think someone somehow snuck in past both the UN guards and Sumo?”

He doesn't smile at all, and neither does she. His hands are still around her arms. Something amorphous and shadowy chases the light in the back of his eyes.

He finally breaks away and looks into the box. His mouth twitches downward, but his voice is soft. “What are all these?”

She'd cajoled Hank into taking her to her apartment through a mix of tears and frustration so she could find it. Photographs, old art projects, dumb tchotchkes her dad would buy for them both in every airport he visited…

“I went to a counselor,” Emma says.

Connor falls back into an actual sitting position, expression unreadable. He watches her carefully.

“It’s so I can use the HAIT,” she says, a little faster than she intends, emotion suddenly rising up like water reaching a boil. He tilts his head, eyes squinting, and she keeps talking before he can interrupt. “Someone did hypnotherapy on me once upon a time and I don't remember any of it, like I'm in some fucking movie. And she tried to put me under and I…”

Facing a field of soybeans, swinging on a swing on a rickety old playground. Swinging and swinging and swinging…

Just stay here, little bug. Her dad's voice. Isn't it nice here?

“...there was nothing.”

I can't do this therapy with you, Emma. I've never seen someone twitch so much during a trance. Like you were in pain.

I wasn't. I didn't feel anything.

I'm sorry, Emma. But no.

“There was nothing,” she says, “and maybe there will always be nothing.”

He watches her. Maybe he doesn't understand. Maybe he could never understand what it was like, to be a person built on a foundation smothered in shadow.

He lays his hand next to hers. “What did you want to find?”

That question shakes her. Proof? Something that signaled her parents weren’t the kind of people that would get involved in something like all this?

“Anything, I guess,” she says. “A sign that I didn’t remember a lie.”

He taps the top of her hand, pausing a moment in thought. The contact is so small, but a thrum of blue energy sweeps her whole body anyway -- a keen reminder of all the things she doesn’t have.

“It’s just one android’s opinion,” he says, “but I don’t think anyone can take their love from you.”

Maybe.

She looks away.

“You should go back to the Speaker's house,” he says quietly. “I'd feel better if you slept there.”

“Will you be coming with?”

He doesn't answer right away. Another moment passes and he doesn't answer at all. Panic builds in her chest. Panic and a kind of pain, like her heart tearing. Disappointment, heavy as rain, presses out all logical sense, pressing and pressing and pressing until she can feel tears hiding behind her eyes.

“Okay, well,” she says, voice barely bridging the gap forming in her throat, “consider. Maybe I don’t want to do that.”

She grabs the box and stands up fast enough that she's lightheaded for a second. She sets the box on the table and leans against it, letting the world spin. He lingers close by as if ready to catch her, which makes the tsunami build and build.

“Maybe I don’t want to be followed around by two people I don’t know.”

“Emma…”

“Don’t Emma me. Just stop it.” Her fingers wrap around the edges of the cardboard, softened with time and abuse. “I missed you.” She tries to sound annoyed but her voice breaks. She can’t look at him. “It was just one stupid day. But I...”

I felt so alone.

A new song comes on over the sound system, one of her favorites on this disc, and she starts moving her shoulders to it, slowly, like she's working out some kinks in her body. She closes her eyes a moment.

“...Emma?”

Heat blooms on her cheeks. She turns around, slowly, afraid to see what he's asking after -- and he’s moving his shoulders, too, copying her.

Oh no.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“What are you doing?”

He continues his jerky movements and doesn’t answer, watching her ever so carefully.

“...are you trying to dance?”

“I am just following your lead,” he says.

A chalky laugh bubbles just under her heart, despite everything. “Really?”

Something in his expression softens as he looks down upon her, leaning down just slightly. “I know you like this song,” he says. “It feels...boppy, as you said.”

A sound like a water droplet plinking into a sink. A realization. A funny one. “You don’t know how to dance.”

“It is not among my social protocol programs.”

“No. You don’t say.”

“I have looked a few things up.”

She smiles, despite herself.

And then, as if she'd just given him permission, his movements get worse. Wider and wider, more expressionist, face still even as his arms swing wide. He looks like he’s competing for the World’s Best Shuffler award. It’s awful. It’s perfect.

“Stop it! You're embarrassing me,” she says, laugh finally bursting free. “Watch this.”

She closes her eyes a moment, moving to the music, following its mismatched beats, the jumble of random shit that works in spite of music’s laws. Her legs jam, her hips shake with a flow that an android can’t replicate.

Connor then does an approximation of what can only be the ancient and persisting Robot, looking dumb as hell and beautiful as the dawn. She laughs again.

“Please don’t stop,” he says, soft enough she nearly misses it. “I’ve missed your laugh.”

So she laughs more and more, and they dance like fools for a while.

And then, after too little time has passed, the song changes. It’s slow and silky and winding. Her heart skips a beat.

Her body betrays her (just as the music does, just as the universe seems willing to do) and she reaches out, hands on his shoulders. “That doesn’t fit this song anymore,” she says of his robot dance, her jamming. “We have to do something else.”

So she pulls him into a sway, slow and circular. They’re spinning in a choppy circle for a few moments, her palms on his shoulders, his legs locking in confusion.

“Work with me,” she whispers.

He looks down upon her, mystified, as she pulls one of his hands to her waist, where it is supposed to go. His legs finally loosen as he seems to understand, his LED settling between yellow and blue. They spin and he pulls her ever so slightly closer -- but not close enough that, from an outsider’s perspective, they couldn’t be spotted at a high school dance. The thought makes her smile again.

“This is called slow dancing,” she says, letting her gaze linger on his lapel. He was busy today. No sweaters when detective work calls.

“I remember,” he says softly. “From movies.”

Her face burns but God does it feel right. They spin on in relative silence, the music softly sweeping the room. She tries to absorb the entirety of him through her fingertips -- his shocking warmth, the careful ways he holds himself, whatever pushes him on through the day so that she can try to remember it for tomorrow. She spreads her fingers across his chest and allows herself this moment of weakness.

"I have to tell you something," he says.

Her heart rises in her throat. All of a sudden the music stops. He stops. Their toes nearly touch. His hands rest on her waist. His LED spins yellow and red, too close for her not to watch it, and her ears go fuzzy…

It feels something like hope.

“Did you just wifi my music--”

“I'm going to be going on a mission tonight,” he says softly.

Her chest hollows out in an instant. Hope sputters and dies.

“I don't want you to worry. But that's why I want you to stay at the Speaker's house.”

“The op?” Her voice feels tinny, far away. “I thought Markus didn't want any sudden moves.”

He blinks a few times. Something is off in how long it takes for him to answer, like he's pressing through a block in his programming. “New variables have moved the timetable up. It's all right,” he adds, moving a hand to her shoulder, as if anticipating the bile churning in her gut.

“I don’t like this,” she says. “I don't like this sneaking off into the night bullshit.” I don't like you being gone. I don't like this new arrangement at all. I don't like my new guards. They don't even talk to me. I want the old arrangement back. I liked my old one. I loved the old one, despite everything it represented, I loved…

I love…

“This is my job,” he says, so soft and so sad. She's going dizzy. No. No. She can't be thinking about this right now. This timing is terrible. This is out of the wrong movie. This isn't right.

“Yeah,” she says, “I get that. But are you sure about this?”

His jaw twitches and he leans forward, just a touch. “Very.”

She takes in a sharp breath. “But what if…”

What if it all goes wrong? What if the universe strikes, like it always does, eventually?

What if every limitation between human-android interfacing becomes extraordinarily, undoubtedly clear in a flash of a single instant, a single sentence that breaks everything they've built?

What if she's in love with him and she wants him to stay?

What if he couldn't understand?

“Nothing will happen,” he says.

His hand brushes her hair out of her face a moment. Her whole body, alight with new understanding, nearly vibrates as his fingers reach her bare skin.

“I don't fail,” he says. “It’s not in my programming.”

She doesn't argue when he insists she take a sleeping pill.

She needed the sleep. And Connor…

[MISSION FAILED MISSION FAILED MISSION FAILED]

He needed her to sleep because he couldn't watch the wavering light in her eyes as he decided, then and there, to take matters into his own hands. He couldn't stand her asking after him, couldn't stand the fact that he is the one who will make her cry again after these awful days, couldn't stand any more deception in his life or hers even as he perpetrates it.

And a small part, a part of his programming that he's ashamed of, a part that he wants to press away away away because of how selfish it is, wanted to see her like this once more before he dove into the dark.

He never should have gone to Hank’s, like it was a normal day. He should have just gone. Because now...

Her mouth is partly open in deep sleep, chest rising slowly. Her hair is a halo, spread across the silky pillow Markus found in a linen closet. Her face is struck through with a beam of moonlight, casting her freckles in a shimmering glow akin to the stars he imagines them to be.

He looks at her and he understands, all at once, why Markus paints.

Why artists try to capture beauty in a moment. Why it matters at all, to try and save the ephemera, the passing, the few. Why Emma’s memory bothers her so much. Why slow dancing exists.

Something itches in the back of his mind, processes of an unknowable sort lurching to life in the ruins of that old red wall, and he reaches out a careful hand.

He lays the backs of his fingers against her cheek, where the moonlight touches. He runs his fingers across the light, across her skin, soft as bedsheets.

Her warmth sends hot electricity up his arm, through his core and into his head. Thoughts scatter and then solidify in an instant. She's so breakable. Everything about her fragile, like the word on the box -- dirty and ephemeral and painfully organic -- even as she proves him wrong, even as she pushes through the day to day with a strength that he can’t fathom. She dances to music and laughs at his jokes and glares at her guards and flips everyone off.

He wants so badly to see that every day.

He wants this, a painting in motion.

He wants.

So he has calculated the odds.

In every calculation, they are against him; there is only a 43% chance of success for his current plan. If he does nothing at all, Emma’s chance of death or total disappearance hovers near 30% -- an unacceptable range, as is anything above near-0. He cannot be the one who makes her laugh to keep her safe this time, and the thought whirs like a drill to his right eye.

[*&^%PAIN]

Even so. His processors cycle with cold certainty.

If he doesn't move -- if he doesn't become the hunter, the weapon -- all of this will shatter. He’ll never get to explore why he likes to rest his hands on her waist, never get to sway in time to a rhythm, never hear her voice again.

She will be taken. From him.

He hopes she will be able to forgive him for the lies. This one and all the rest, all his attempts to become someone who isn’t this version of himself. He knows who he has to be. Doesn't that matter more than who he could be?

[MISSION: FIND ABEL]

[CONFLICTING PRIORITY. SPEAKER MARKUS DID NOT GIVE THIS ORDER.]

[PRIORITY SELECTED.]

[FIND ABEL NOW.]

He leaves in the night, guns holstered under his shoulder. He tells no one, not even North. The odds she will turn him in to Markus are too high.

His eyes burn from tears unshed.

He wishes he was wrong.

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