#Fanfic: Stolen Midnights

[evilbeepthemeep]

Stolen Midnights - Chapter Three The Scent Of Spring

Rating Explicit

Summary

Between the thirteen years of Wei Wuxian’s death and resurrection, his soul can visit the living world for a single midnight a year. Within the liminal space of dreams, Wei Wuxian gifts Lan Wangji the chance to experience a youth he never indulged in. Slowly their relationship blossoms into something new, though Lan Wangji believes it is just a fantasy his mind concocted to ease his grief. Until the day Wei Wuxian is pulled back into the living world, all they have are moments stolen under the stars.

Chapter Extract

The weight of Wei Ying, warm and alive, against his chest, was a blessing. A short break in the endless winter he found himself trapped in. The pain an ever-present fixture in his day-to-day life, like food or sleep. The traumatic loss of Wei Wuxian would haunt Lan Wangji until his own death.

As the years went by, Lan Wangji knew it would lessen. The living must go on to honour the dead. Wei Wuxian needed someone alive to remember him for his noble heart and kindness. Lan Wangji was the only one left that could.

 Spring always returned. Bringing with it rebirth and the maturation of Lan Wangji's grief. One day he'd learn to live again for Wei Ying's sake.

[tuesdays-mxtx-suppository]

Stolen Midnights - Chapter Fifteen A Second Chance

Rating Explicit

Summary

Between the thirteen years of Wei Wuxian’s death and resurrection, his soul can visit the living world for a single midnight a year. Within the liminal space of dreams, Wei Wuxian gifts Lan Wangji the chance to experience a youth he never indulged in. Slowly their relationship blossoms into something new, though Lan Wangji believes it is just a fantasy his mind concocted to ease his grief. Until the day Wei Wuxian is pulled back into the living world, all they have are moments stolen under the stars.

Chapter Extract

Alone on the side of Dafan mountain, Lan Wangji stood lost in thought as he gazed up at the stars. His mind drifted to Wei Ying and his final farewell. Three days had passed since Lan Wangji had awoken, knowing his soulmate had found peace and moved on. Lan Wangji's heart ached at the loss. The most minor things reminded him of their dreams, like the forest around him or the stars above. Those good memories were his greatest treasure, and Lan Wangji would carry them always.

Despite his mind being so clouded with thoughts of Wei Ying, Lan Wangji found himself replaying his meeting with Mo Xuanyu. Something in him was similar to Wei Wuxian. Maybe it was the way he spoke and acted. Or maybe Lan Wangji had looked for those similarities because he wanted to see Wei Ying in the youth. The most logical answer when it came down to it was Lan Wangji couldn't let go of Wei Wuxian. Not even after knowing his soul was gone from this world.

[latenightdaydreams]

Thief!Reader X Mafia! Konig, Please 🥹😢😥🤲

The reader is a smart, notorious thief who sneaks into houses and steals rich people's property, until one day she completes the milestone of 100 houses she has stolen, for the last house.

Cô quyết định ăn cắp tài sản của một người giàu có vào giữa đêm, nghĩ rằng đó là một anh chàng giàu có may mắn trúng số. Trong khi ăn cắp, cô không biết đó là một cái bẫy dành riêng cho cô.

She made a wrong decision, it's time to pay the price for that decision, rape, baby trap, pregnancy!!!

Thank you for fulfilling my previous 3 requests, I have been following your posts every day, love the way you write fanfics, I will be happy all day if you answer me about this request ,you will make my day better,love you !!!❤️❤️😘🤗😍❤️

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Mafia!König x Thief!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List✍🏽

>cw: fem/afab, non-con, p in v, baby trap, restraints

1.1k word count

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It’s been four months of making sure today goes as planned. Every base has been covered; you make your way towards the house just after midnight. You’re dressed in black leggings and a black hoodie with latex gloves to leave no traces behind. The owner of the home left ten hours ago and won’t be back until next week on Wednesday.

In the cloak of darkness, you make your way to the back door of the mansion. With careful precision, you get the door unlocked and slip inside. You carefully make your way through the home, noting every room and where the valuables might be.

Each step you take is careful as you climb the stairs to the second floor. You pass two empty bedrooms, which seems odd but you ignore it. You continue on until you open the door to an office. Everything is neatly organized. First, you head to the desk, pulling on drawers to see if any of them are unlocked; only one is.

Inside you find a few notebooks; phone numbers and small reminders, nothing important. There was a small box with a key. You quickly test the key in the drawers, but nothing works. Before leaving, you look over the rest of the room.

You walk down to the last door at the end of the hallway; the door is locked. Inside of your pocket you reach for the key, slipping it into the slot and it fits. Excitement rushes through your body. If it’s locked, that means it must hold something important.

The door opens and you step inside. Your eyes travel over every inch of the room, walking towards the large walk-in closets. A safe, perfect. Quickly you walk in, but then you hear a footstep that’s not yours. Right as you turn around, a muscular arm wraps around your neck, one around your waist, and drags you out of the closet.

Adrenaline courses through your veins as you flail your legs in an attempt to break free from his grasp. You shout profanities at the man, your hands grasp the door frame trying to tear yourself away from him, but he’s so much stronger than you it’s no use. The man slams you down on to the bed, he takes a moment to linger over you wearing a tear-stained hood. He reaches for the fabric and pulls it off. König.

“Fell right into the trap like I thought you would, Maus.”

“I- I’m sorry. I didn’t know this was yours—”

König wraps his hand around your throat and presses you back into the bed, pressing hard on your windpipe. Your hands go to his, trying to pry him off of you. “You’ve been an issue for me and my friends, Maus. It’s time someone put you down.”

He takes his time to inspect the rush of emotions that show in your eyes. With his free hand he moves his hand down your body, caressing the curve of your shape. You look better in person than you do on camera. Such a silly little girl.

You take a deep breath as he pulls his hand away from your neck. In an attempt to change his mind, you begin to beg for mercy, to be let go and have your life spared. The stories you’ve heard about König send a chill down your spine.

“I’m not going to kill you. That would be such a terrible waste of a woman.” König begins to strip his clothing from his body as he looks at you. “I’m going to breed you.” Finding love is hard in his line of work. Women only talk to him for his money and status, none trust worthy of carrying his seed. But you, you can be his perfect little pet. “Undress. Slowly. I want to look at my new toy.”

Your eyes dart to the door before looking back up to König. It’s not worth the risk, he would find you one way or another. As König undresses, you stand up on the bed and toss off your hoodies. Underneath you have on a black tank top that you skip and move on to pulling down your leggings.

“Slowly, I said. Make it enjoyable.” König demands of you.

Not wanting to anger him anymore, you slowly pull your shirt off. There you stand in only a sports bra and basic cotton underwear. His eyes roam over your body taking note of every minor imperfection, every scar you’ve gotten on your little escapades to match his own. When your bra comes off, he can feel his mouth begin to water. He looks at you like a hungry animal, waiting to pounce and feed.

When you’re fully naked he instructs you to lay down on the bed. You listen, your body completely trembling as you feel anxiety take over. He notices, and doesn’t care. You’ve basically begged him to do this with how you take from him. Fair is fair. If what’s his is yours, then you’re his.

“Spread your legs for me.” You reach forward and grab your legs, pulling them apart. “More. I’m a big man, I need room.” He says with a small chuckle.

The bed sinks in as König climbs on to the bed, positioning himself in between your legs. His hand moves over your legs before grasping the base of his cock and slipping his tip between your folds. His free hand caresses your stomach, beginning to envision what you’ll look like swollen with stretch marks covering your flesh.

König thrusts forward, shoving his cock into you. A loud yelp of pain pours from your lips as you squeeze your eyes shut and scrunch your face tightly. His cock is monstrous, what else would you expect from someone so big?

He’s well aware how painful this is for you, like it is for all women he’s been with. His broad hips slam against your petite frame at an unforgiving pace. You feel as if he is splitting you in two as you squirm underneath him.

“Please, it hurts.” You cry out hoping for relief from his brutal pounding.

“Shut up.” König’s voice comes out in a low growl as he places his hand over your mouth to hush your whimpers and cries. “You’re going to learn to love this cock, Maus. I don’t care how torn your pussy is, I’m going to fuck it.”

Tears roll down the sides of your eyes as König mocks you. Maybe it would have been mercy for König to have just taken your life. Now you’re a prisoner, a sex slave to this tormented man. The sound of his skin slapping against yours echoes in the room alongside his deep grunts. You feel his lips press against yours in a needy kiss. The taste of tobacco consumes you, making you feel even more disgusted.

Months pass and those close to you have begun to search for you. König has been paying off the police to lessen their search, making them discourage your family from looking for you. You stay nearly 24/7 chained to the same bed. A chair on each wrist and ankle to ensure you, sneaky little mouse, couldn’t find a way of escaping once more. Especially not now that you have König’s precious little baby forming inside of that precious womb.

[chaosandmarigolds]

TEEHEE CUTE STUFF AHEAD

how they come home from deployment > Pre-K!Simon > AdoptionAU!Simon > (unnamed) Johnny <> PRE-K

Simon usually comes in the middle of the night, so he will either crawl into bed with you to which you would grumble and tell him to go shower before coming back- so he would do so only to find that Olly had snuck in and stolen his spot. However when he then grabs Olly to put him back to bed the little boy woke up and then fully wakes up.

so instead of sleeping he stayed up with Olly, so then it led to you coming downstairs because where on earth is your husband? Did you hallucinate that?

The morning starts with you snuggled in his arms fast asleep while Olly watches Thomas the Train

AdoptionAU!!

once again he comes home around midnight, only to find Macey standing in front of the fridge with a mouthful of shredded cheese

“hi mister Riley”

“Hi kiddo,” he slowly sets his bag down, looking her over, “S a lil late yeah?”

“I guess. I was watching the new Marvel TV show.”

“without me?” “…you were gone and I kept seeing-seeing like fanfics so I wan-“

“Fan-what?” Macey shoves a handful of cheese in her mouth, “You don’t wanna know, night.”

Johnny!!! (My beloved)

this man does get off at midnight, same as Simon but he does sleep in his truck just so that way his girls are awake when he gets back because he SAVORS those moments, he swears it makes all of the blood, sweat and tears worth it. Those forty seconds when he gets to hold you and Gale in his arms as he walks through the door during breakfast.

oh? And you wanna walk around? No. Cute, no. You’re calling out of work and Gale is staying home from school, he is going to go to something with his girls and if it is a picnic then he’ll help make the sandwiches- if it’s a nice dinner out he’ll let the seven year old paint his nails and do his hair, if it’s a day at the lake he’s helping you pack and make sure you have your sunscreen on.

first day back from deployment? It’s his favorite.

[viccz]

Falling asleep on their shoulder.

this is with the bros . if you want the others then let me know 💗 !Non gender specific MC! !Fluff!

Lucifer was doing paperwork, you offered to accompany him. He agreed as long as you didn’t bother him too much. He was finally finishing up paperwork but then he felt your head fall onto his shoulder. “Mc, get o-“ he realized you were sleeping. He softly smiled at you. You looked so precious when you were sleeping. You wouldn’t mind if he laid you down in his bed, would you? He gently picked you up and carried you to his bed. He put you down and tucked you in. “Goodnight, my darling.”

Mammon was studying for an upcoming test. He asked you to be there with him so he could cuddle with you after wouldn’t be bored. He had been studying for a while when he felt you lean your head onto him. He blushed furiously. “M-Mc..why’d ya gotta be so cute.” He laid his head onto yours and he too fell asleep. When you both awoke, he completely denied that he, the great Mammon, fell asleep with you.

Leviathan has been gaming all day. You’ve just been watching him, occasionally helping him out. You were exhausted and eventually drifted off to sleep. When he felt you lay on his shoulder, he flipped. He became a blushing, stuttering mess. “I-I- I don’t- M-Mc-“ He didn’t know what to do. Why would you ever wanna fall asleep on a otaku weirdo like him? He stopped gaming and just stared at you. He gently picked you up and brought you to your bedroom. He covered you with the blanket and gently kissed your head goodnight. Like in “I kissed my crush on the head while they were sleeping!”

Satan was reading you a story. He knew you’d fall asleep eventually but not on his shoulder. He was a little surprised. He lowered you down onto his bed and laid next to you. “Who knew a human like you, could charm a demon like me.” He cradled you into his arms as if you were gonna get stolen away from him. When you woke up, he was nuzzled into your chest, sleeping.

Asmodeus was painting his nails. He was gonna do you next. He finally finished and was admiring his nails but then he felt you lay onto him. “Aww! Mc! You’re so adorable!” He snapped a few photos of you to show to you and his brothers the next day. He laid you down on his bed and tucked you in. He kissed you goodnight and fell asleep hugging your waist.

Beelzebub invited you over to eat his midnight snack with him. His idea of snack is 4 cheeseburgers. You were sleepy but agreed. He was talking about how much he wanted to try some of Luke’s cake when your head pressed against his shoulder. “They’re just so sweet and the fros- …Mc?” he was worried that all his mumbling sent you to sleep. He picked you up and quietly carried you to your bedroom. He gently put you down. He wish he could stay with you, but he doesn’t know if you’d be okay with that. So, he wishes you goodnight and heads back to his room.

Belphegor was watching a movie with you. Unsurprisingly, he fell asleep the first 15 minutes of the movie. He woke up to the feeling of something on his shoulder. “Hm? Mc? Let’s get you closer..” He hugged you closer to him and fell asleep with you.

first fanfic in a while. Hope you guys like it (if anyone sees it)

[melonthesprigatito]

Random ass idea I had for a Pokémon fanfic.

Ex-Elite Four Lorelei and Gym Leader Valerie get into a vicious online rivalry over buying rare Pokémon plushies on eBay. Neither of them know who the other person actually is, they just know each other as i<3lapras and sylveonstan700.

Because of the time zone difference between Kanto and Kalos, one has to stay up until near midnight to snipe the other person at the last ten seconds in the bid. A lot of coffee is involved.

Then there's this big national Pokémon League seminar that all the Gym Leaders and Elite Four have to attend and Valerie overhears Lorelei showing off this collectors item 2015 Pokémon Center Sleeping Glaceon Kuttari Plush that she just won in an ebay bid recently, aka the bid that Valerie lost in the last five seconds that she was really sore about because she wanted to give it to her girlfriend as a birthday gift, so Valerie just goes "YOOOOU!" from across the room and instantly drops the serene, graceful persona she puts on in public and just straight up fights Lorelei then and there in front of dozens of people.

So now they both know who each other really are and things get even more intense, but suddenly a third, completely unknown bidder just starts sniping both of them and winning the bid at the last moment, stealing the plushie from them and they're both just so confused and mad about it, like "Who is this?!" because they both spend like hundreds of pokedollars on these bids so it's not like any random person can win them consistently

So then it turns out this mystery bidder is Sabrina, she's been using her psychic powers to predict exactly when they both bid so she can cut in after them. Turns out she's also a plush collector and she started doing it after witnessing the scuffle they got in during the seminar and she wants to fuck with Lorelei specifically.

Lorelei has been managing a Pokémon League PR disaster caused by Sabrina because she psychically teleported a Team Rocket Grunt to the top of the Silph Co building and dropped him because he tried to steal her Espeon and ended up kicking it, (she caught him before he hit the ground, just made his life flash before his eyes) and it's this whole social media drama arguing over whether or not she was justified in doing that so Sabrina's been pretty sour towards Lorelei because she's been constantly lectured by her not to torment people with her psychic powers even if they really deserved it.

So Sabrina's been putting away every stolen ebay bid in a cupboard and is going to reveal herself and the merch in the next Pokémon League seminar and watch as Lorelei and Valerie fight over who rightfully deserves them, just for shits and giggles.

I'm writing this because I'm also an avid Pokémon Plush collector and I have wanted to deck the other person in the face when they outbid me at the last second. I still haven't forgiven that one guy for the Serperior plush I lost in the last three seconds on a Sunday in 2022. Putting my own personal experience into this fic.

[baddybaddyadardaddy]

Fanfic writer interview

Thanks for the tag, @niennawept!! (& answering under this blog since the VAST majority of my fic is Adar-related)

How many works do you have on AO3? 14, which feels insane to me.

What’s your total AO3 word count? 202,906, which again... feels insane. I'm pretty sure Adar is to blame for like, 195,000 of those words.

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

Awake, Arise or Be For Ever Fall'n: My longest work, Adar's life story from his awakening at Cuivienen to the Battle of the Last Alliance. (Written and completed pre-S2, so his story after Orodruin erupts is, um, different than in the show canon. So technically it's a fix-it fic.)

sister golden hair: The Adar x Mirdania fic that I NEVER expected to write. This started as a ONE-SHOT and then exploded into an angst-riddled tale of accidental necromancy and Tolkienian zombies. Deus ex Mirdania!!!!

Son of the Darkness: The one-shot that started it all. The moment that my brain became fully unhinged. The original one-shot sketch of Adar's life story.

memories of dancing: A fic I wrote when I lost my mind temporarily pre-siege of Eregion episode premiere and decided to entertain the crack idea that Adar = Celeborn. No regrets.

Blood on My Name: Awwww... a throwback to the days when Kastle (Karen Page x Frank Castle from The Punisher) had taken over my brain. A little AU where a badly wounded Frank shows up at Karen's door in the middle of the night. Midnight MacGyver surgery FTW!

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try! I have not been historically the best at this, partly because for awhile I didn't realize that that was what you were supposed to do. >.< Also sometimes I type responses out and my brain tricks me into thinking that I sound way too dumb so I abort mission. But I've been trying to be much better about it because yes, fandom should be a conversation and I'm so grateful for every comment I get!

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? LMAO TAKE YOUR PICK, I AM THE CAPTAIN OF THE PAIN TRAIN. Honestly, though, I guess it depends on your definition of pain. I think Awake, Arise ended on a hopeful/Tolkienian note, so I actually wouldn't say that one. I think it might be "what law can lovers move," which was a little lyrical Turgon x Elenwe oneshot that I did, inspired by Orpheus and Euryidice. Those two hurt me so good.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? Mmmmm... I think "in the halls of awaiting," a companion ficlet to Awake, Arise from the POV of Erenyë, Adar's spouse in my canon, as she waits for him in the halls of Mandos. It was SUCH an angsty fic to write, but their reunion made it all better. That said, I DON'T REALLY DO OVERTLY HAPPY ENDINGS, SORRY.

Do you write crossovers? Nope.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? I don't think so.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I DIDN'T, AND THEN ADAR X ERENYE TOOK OVER MY BRAIN. "A Knife in the Dark" is the AU smutfest of Awake, Arise and I like to say that it's what happens when you don't let your characters fuck each other enough in the longfic.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Let's hope not.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Not yet!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No... writing is kind of a solitary endeavor for me. I'd entertain editing, but probably not co-writing.

What’s your all-time favorite ship? I'm staring at this question going "why can I not think of an answer for this"? I mean this feels so self-promotional/self-indulgent to say, but I'm high-key obsessed with my OC Erenyë and I've definitely dedicated the most brain space to shipping her and Adar over the past two years. Turgon and Elenwe also have OTP status in my brain, as well as Kastle and SANSAN.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? Mmmmm... I think maybe "Tides of Fate Onward Run"? I started this something like TEN YEARS AGO, and the basic idea was to tell the story of Gollum and his corruption by the ring through the POV of Nienna. It was a neat little exploration and I had intended it to be a way to explore a lot of the Valar headcanons I have. Maybe one day I'll get back to it...

What are your writing strengths? Mmm... I think maybe my canon adherence? For the most part that is my sweet spot with fic-- I like to craft stories that can fit very snugly into exisiting canon with few deviations. Especially with Awake, Arise, I wanted Adar's story to feel like it could have slipped right out of Tolkiens Silmarillion canon.

What are your writing weaknesses? Ugh I think sometimes I can slip into passive voice and I hate that. Also sometimes I feel like my descriptions are just way too flat and I can fall into "telling instead of showing."

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? The only other languages I really use are Tolkien's... and I'm for it!

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to? Mmmm... well technically I have written for this ship, but I've never published publicly... and may never. It's Lalwen x Fingolfin. It's wrong. It's scandalous. It's a mess of feelings. There's extensive Helcaraxë angst/trauma involved. Don't @ me, they are so compelling to me. I'M UNREPENTANT, LOOK AWAY.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? Awake, Arise! I'm so goddamned proud of that fic. I'd never actually completed anything novel length (fic-wise or original) before I wrote that fic. So that was a big deal for me to do as a writer. And I really felt like I told a damn story.

ANYWAY tagging @brynnmclean, @permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88 @mylovelylittleobsessions @clumsycopy and anyone else who wants to play!!!

[meowzfordayz]

perfect

Saying I love you without ever saying I love you. Saying I love you watching the sunrise. You hate waking up early. Saying I love you 2 hours in on a 4 hour drive. You’re singing at the top of your lungs, passing the time as stars glisten and gleam above. Saying I love you by pausing when they trip over their own feet, your breath held as they slowly right themselves, and consequently, the world. Saying I love you as you wait. Wait for them to catch up, wait for them to smile, wait for them to thank you for waiting for them, though you’ve never once expected their gratitude. Saying I love you with terribly long text messages, drafted over days of too busy to call, too busy to swing by, but never quite busy enough for them to leave your mind.

Saying I love you as an offer to drive them home. You want to invite them in, but would that be too soon, too much, too shallow of an excuse? I love you as an offer to pick them up. Somehow, both of your days sucked before you showed up at their doorstep with your car, but the rain feels like love when you’re following their footsteps in it. I love you when they sleep in your bed, you on your couch, both wishing you didn’t have to be alone. Both wishing you could say I love you. Saying I love you as night turns to day turns to night, stolen naps making up for priceless hours of Don’t break the spell. Saying I love you as your fingers intertwine. Laughing, marveling, at a warmth that for now, For right now, belongs to you. Only you.

Saying I love you as friends because people should be more comfortable loving—cherishing—their friends. Not saying it for the same reason. Were we ever just friends? How can you say I love you as a friend when your love spills over, forms a puddle of What if? Saying I love you when they recognize their own feelings in your own stories. Every sentence of romance, of hope, of longing, resonating in their chest because These are their words and they cling to them because they could, possibly, maybe, be about them. Saying I love you as watermelon juice drips from the corner of your mouth, sticky as the midnight dew that awaits you.

Saying I love you in a fanfic because you can’t get That moment to dissipate. Can’t escape the promise of softness, the pondering of lips (that fleeting freeze of time when you’re staring, staring, staring, but you tuck your chin into their neck instead and breathe deeply because I love you is on the tip of your tongue and if you kissed them then they would certainly taste it), the aching desire to know for sure, for certain, if they love you too. If they can’t bring themselves to say it that way because it’s a one way street. Because it’s harder than saying I love you without ever saying I love you. Because it’s easier to let them rest their legs on your lap, to caress their cheek with a steady palm, to tell them I like you.

How silly everything is, that you can’t simply confess I love you.

[callahanscorner]

Hello world!

My name is Arthur (he/him), and I’m brand new to the whole tumblr thing!

I figure the best way to join an online community is with an introduction, so here we are! Please don’t hesitate to reach out or interact! I’d love to make some new friends!!!

Okay, so who are you?

I’m glad you asked! My pen name, which I’m going to use for this blog, is Arthur Callahan

I’m 24, recently jumping back into writing after a whole slew of life stuff, and am looking to start grad school here in the next year or two!

Some of my interests include: comics, movies, folklore and folk music, philosophy, pro wrestling (the greatest form of theatre), and video games!

What do you write?

All kinds of stuff! Fantasy, sci-fi, mystery, westerns, even a comic or graphic novel from time to time. If only I could draw…

The only things you won’t catch me really writing are romances. Nothing against em, per se, but that’s not really my niche. A subplot? Sure! But not really my vibe for a complete work.

I also don’t really do fanfic, but again, no hate if you do! I think it’s cool to read people play around in those spaces; I just have to get all these voice- er, stories… out of my head.

Do you have any WIPs?

Too many! But I’ll try to list some of the main ones! (And keep it short)

The Silver Circle: The first in a fantasy series, it follows a group of adventurers making their way through a war-torn continent to help a cast-out prince reclaim his throne.

Concrete Midnights: An Eldritch Noir thriller surrounding a grad student turned PI, and how his stolen research comes back to haunt him.

If any of this sounds like anything you like, please don’t hesitate to follow! I’m also down for any tag games, asks, DMs, etc! I’d love to make new friends and really get involved with the community.

[bernardellinewsagency]

back with even more trigun x honkai star rail crossover thoughts, this time inspired by @jiinglespurs's veritas the punisher fanart :D though i'm not sure if i can call this just "thoughts" when it's turned into uh... several paragraphs of rambling and then a 2k word ratiorine fanfic about it. it's mostly unedited because i think i wrote most of it in some sort of possessed/fugue state where i was solely consumed by the need to have aventurine as vash, veritas as wolfwood, and for them to hurt my own feelings, but yeah in total this is around three thousand words in one post. i'm gonna hide it under a cut for everyone's sake :)

to start, no man's land is now penacony, of course. instead of seven cities, it's twelve, based on the twelve dreamscapes. now, most of these cities are just there to exist in the background and/or be destroyed. the lore important ones are midnight, sol, and morning dew (idk if the names should be changed to sound more like locations but trigun has cities named after months, names like morning dew aren't entirely out of the question).

midnight is where ships first crashed onto the planet, dooming humanity to a lonesome existence in this new world. however, despite being the vash and nai representative characters, this wasn't because of kakavasha and sunday. no, it was mikhail and gopher wood, the watchmaker and the dreammaster whose actions helped shape the penacony storyline in canon. these days, it's mostly a ghost town, the remnants of the first human civilizations on the planet. and morning dew is the july of this world, the location where shit will be going down, since it's where the dewlight pavilion is in canon so it'd be wherever sunday hosts his currently unnamed religious fanaticism organization.

in canon, sol is the dreamscape known for museums, libraries, and academies. thus, this becomes where veritas is from. to take more from wolfwood's backstory, he would've been an orphan there, brought up in an orphanage and not really able to get a proper education. luckily for him, i feel like he'd be a pretty self sufficient learner- he could've stolen books and snuck into buildings to help teach himself math, science, philosophy, etc. seeing his potential, the orphanage probably would've wanted to help send him to school, but he would insist that if they sent anyone, it would be the other kids who'd need it more than him, or that they save their money for food and supplies. a pity, perhaps if he did go away to school then he wouldn't have been taken and made into a killer rather than a scholar.

remember how i said that things would've been caused by gopher wood and mikhail? well, both of them are dead now. mikhail would've died first, which is rather unfortunate because then gopher wood would've been able to make a power grab and form the currently unnamed organization (though it'll probably be named after smth to do with the harmony or the order) incredibly powerful and influential within penacony. he would've had grand plans, and i think sunday should coup him before he could do much with them. kill his father, take his power, be more ambitious that he ever could.

speaking of this unnamed organization, its members are this au's versions of the gung-ho guns and can really be any character who shows up in the penacony quests. there's veritas the punisher, of course, and it's now led by dominicus, the name sunday goes just like how nai goes by millions knives. very transgender of both of them. then there's gallagher the hound, sparkle the fool, and while i don't have any ideas for robin, those three would be in the upper echelons of this group; both because sunday wants to keep his friends close and his enemies (of which gallagher and sparkle are certainly both possibilities) closer, and because the four remind me of the four harmonic strings, and sunday would definitely love the symbolism of that. i've also got two other ideas for its members: acheron the blade, an accomplished swordswoman known for never unsheathing her sword in a fight, and samuel the cavalry, an unknown young woman cloaked in both brutality and a fearsome armor made from lost tech.

why is kakavasha on the run from sunday and his organization? he's the vash adjacent character in this au, but he's not actually related to sunday, the two don't have any original closeness to utilize. but the glory of an au is that you can put canon into a paper shredder and say things like "maybe the avgins were there before anyone crash landed onto the planet. maybe kakavasha is still the last of his kind. and because i can, maybe he's got some fun powers that i can use to make him get homoerotic with veritas but can also serve as a reason why sunday is hunting him down." really i just need to be able to make him suffer more than jesus for my own entertainment.

and finally, i love the thought of eve being jade's real name, so it's jelena and eve who end up traveling with kakavasha across the world. they're meant to be like the insurance girls, financial sector employees who have ended up sticking with him because of the monetary disasters he keeps causing everywhere he goes.

ONTO THE GOOD STUFF. IT'S FANFIC TIME.

"what the hell were you thinking, blondie?" veritas yells, crouching beneath a half destroyed wall as the top of it gets riddled with bullets, spinning the punisher around and firing backwards without looking. he doesn't have to; they drilled him on trajectories and distances and angles so much he doesn't even need to run the numbers, his hearing helping to pick up on where the bandits are and his hands naturally guiding his aim. it's not a guarantee that he hit where he wanted every time, but he hears the first three bodies drop like apples from a tree, while the fourth cries out in terror and moves in time to flee.

"i had a plan, veritas! no one was going to get hurt!" he's a damn good liar, that kakavasha, because veritas can smell the blood coming from his arm, enhanced senses tuned in to everything around him more than he would ever like to be. now is not the time to be overwhelmed by all that. covering his ears, veritas remains crouched as another explosion sounds off behind the two of them, and then he takes off. keeping the punisher close to his chest, he counts the footsteps he can hear as he runs, the way kakavasha's catch up to him.

he's taller, but kakavasha is faster. veritas has shorter strides despite having longer legs, it's just because of the way he runs while burdened with such a heavy weight. kakavasha barely touches the ground as he sprints though, especially when they aren't yet back to the sand that surrounds the sprawling metropolitan city of blue hour. an ever-growing town situated with a monopoly of the largest body of water in penacony means the people here certainly wouldn't struggle with shitty roads, and it also means it's a shitty place for them to have run into the fool.

ten more steps. five more. two- kakavasha overtakes him, and veritas finishes counting down the beats in his head. keeping perfect time with the fool's rhythm, he spins, firing a single shot at the explosive doll that's launched towards them. it hits perfectly, and even though whatever charge sparkle put in this one is stronger than the rest, it's still within the parameters veritas had set. kakavasha is out of the blast radius, and the punisher absorbs most of the force of the shockwave and the shrapnel from it, leaving veritas to deal with just a piece that nicks his side and the searing heat.

no time to waste after that; he turns right back around and keeps running, easily falling into step with kakavasha as they both time their steps with each others’. "you think you could have a plan to deal with this? you've heard about the fool before, right? you can't predict what's going to happen next, there isn't any game theory about the best course of action you can apply to this!"

"you predicted that bomb!" kakavasha points out, both yelling to be heard.

"yes, as a one time thing, not a broad overview of this entire scenario! there's no strategy to minimize harm!" he tugs kakavasha into a tight left turn, hearing footsteps from the direction they had been headed. "sparkle doesn't play by any games' rules, only her own. the only way we might be able to deal with her is to get rid of her stage and her audience, and that's this whole damn town!"

he'd have to be more of a fool than dominicus' latest assassin to miss the way that kakavasha looks at him, unnatural eyes wide and staring through those obnoxious pink glasses of him. "you sure know a lot about her," he says once they manage to stop for a moment to catch their breath.

veritas very nearly doesn't resist the urge to go and snap those glasses in half. "well, you heard what miss eve has said before. i'm quite well learned, for someone like me. i'm more worried that you don't seem to know anything at all about the people hunting you down!"

laughing nervously, the way kakavasha checks the ammo of his revolver is one of the most obvious tells veritas has ever seen, second only to the way his fist is always held behind his back as he talks monsters out of mayhem to spare others' lives. it's a tell that reminds him entirely too much of this martyr's opposite, and he forces the thought from his mind. "i'd really prefer it if they didn't have to do so, you know, it'd make this whole journey much more pleasant. after all, i've already got you here with me, right? no need for anyone else."

for all that veritas is well versed in practical manners, his body and mind honed to perfection, the heart and feelings continue to elude his grasp. he has no idea what emotion it is that overtakes him- rage? confusion? fear? something else entirely? all he knows is that he looks over at kakavasha, and that idiot is just grinning at him, just smiling as if he isn't hinting at everything that's been threatening to tear down veritas' entire world.

moving without thinking, dust fills the air as he slams kakavasha against the nearest wall, a hand gripped around his neck and not letting go. "what the fuck do you think you know about?" he yells, tightening his hold. "you- you fucking bastard, how long have you known?"

in the split second attack, kakavasha's glasses must have fallen to the ground, because he's met with the full force of that multicolored gaze that always cuts quick to his very core. "since we met," he wheezes, "i've known all along."

veritas drops him, watching kakavasha fall to sit on the ground as something unfamiliar writhes within his gut. "you knew? and you- you didn't do anything about it? how in the world could anyone, even you, make a gamble with such high stakes? just because you think you know me? were you just going to let me get close to you- no, not even you, were you going to play with jelena and eve's lives like that? just bet that i won't kill them, that they won't end up as more innocent casualties because of you, stampede?"

"hear what you're saying?" kakavasha sounds too smug, too fucking sure of himself, like he's already won this argument, and veritas turns around so he won't have to see the same expression on the bastard's face. "you care about them. you wouldn't let them get harmed in a fight, you're not about to go and hurt them yourself. you're a good person, veritas, and i trust you-"

"no," he spits, seething with vitriol bubbling up to the surface. "you're naive, stampede, you're a gambler and a fool-"

"funny," comes another voice, lilting and feminine, "i thought that i was the fool here."

the argument seems to be unanimously paused as both whip their heads around to stare at the newcomer, guns drawn and at the ready. she just laughs at that, raising her hands to show that she's not carrying any of the dolls she's been using to wreak havoc across blue hour. "easy, boys, no need for such hostility!"

veritas makes sure he's aiming right between her eyes. "what the fuck do you want?"

more giggles. "entertainment, of course! and this little lover's spat is more entertaining than what the rest of the town has become. those girls you mentioned spoiled most of the fun for me, taking away my grand audience and actors, so i had to look for something else!"

jelena and eve got the citizens away. veritas sighs with relief at the realization. there will still be piles of bodies and rubble to clean up, but the girls must've come up with some type of evacuation plan after the four got separated. his grip on the punisher loosens slightly, but not enough to not aim to kill. "so, did you get the entertainment you wanted?"

"of course! and even though you're entertaining, i know that you won't kill me, punisher, and your little blond puppy over there definitely won't, no matter how thrilling that would be to see! so, i'll see myself out, as i'm getting rather bored here. toodle-oo!"

even he can't see where she got the last doll from, considering he hadn't seen any with her, but maybe there is something to how lucky kakavasha seems to be when it only explodes into a cloud of colorful dust and bright lights. by the time he turns back, sparkle the fool is long gone. "damn it," he curses, lowering the punisher as reality sinks in. "damn it, damn it!"

kakavasha's touch is what snaps him out of it, a palm placed right over where he got hit earlier. he hisses at the sting, already reaching for one of the vials he keeps within the punisher. no more need to hide it if blondie's known all this time. "wait," he hears, and he pauses despite himself, unable to stop himself from indulging kakavasha's gentle request.

a warm sensation spreads from where kakavasha touches him, soothing his aches as it spreads through his nerves and veins, through to where blood has already started to clot now that he's no longer prolonging the healing by moving around. the pain was already negligible and nothing compared to what he's faced in the past, yet suddenly it's gone entirely. if he were to look, veritas is sure that he would be faced with the familiar sight of his flesh stitching itself back together until there's not even a single hint that he had been injured remaining. he doesn't look though, keeps his eyes trained away from the man next to him. "i- you-"

"we should meet back up with the girls," kakavasha says. he draws back after a few more seconds, his work apparently done. he picks something up from the ground; his sunglasses, veritas realizes, and it's only once he's got those back on that veritas can face him again.

grabbing onto his wrist as soon as he can get an opportunity to, veritas takes a few seconds to wait for words to start working for him again before speaking. "what the fuck did you just do?"

"oh, that? that's nothing! think of it as just a token of my appreciation, mkay?"

however fast kakavasha can run is not going to help him run away from this. "that's- you know that's not what i wanted to hear, blondie. you just healed me with nothing but a single touch. the only thing i know of that can do anything like that is the healing serum that asshole has been able to cook up for people like me. even someone like you could understand how suspicious that is, and i know i've got no leg to stand on for this, but you-"

"veritas." kakavasha doesn't want to leave him any room to disagree with him on this. "i said, we should meet up with the girls."

"they're safe, they can wait- wait." pieces click into place within his thoughts. they're still hasty and disorganized, but they show him the steps to take through the right method. "heal yourself first, you damn gambler."

"who, me? i'm not hurt, veritas!" he snatches his arm away the moment that veritas makes a move to yank his sleeve up, as if the two of them can't see the blood staining the outside of his jacket anyways.

it's a reaction he had been expecting. "you infuriate me, do you know that? i was going to ask you what you are, considering your little special ability, but i already know the most important answer to that. you're a martyr, and you won't heal yourself even though you can."

"it's just not effective on myself?" kakavasha tries to counter.

"you and i both know that isn't true, but if that's the way you want to play this, fine. let's go back to the girls, and i'll make sure that jelena guilts you into letting me bandage you up properly."

a faux gasp. he's brought them back to more familiar territory. playful sounding bickering that still holds its edge, conceding to his wants while using them against him. half casual conversation, half the strategy of a hostage negotiation. "you wouldn't dare!" kakavasha exaggerates. "i'm her favorite, you know."

he grabs ahold of the unsaid conversation. "no, you're eve's favorite. jelena likes me more than you, she says that i'm more reasonable." in bickering about the two of them, it's what goes unsaid that means the most. they can talk like this because nothing is going to change between the four of them. kakavasha isn't going to tell them anything, for better or for worse. "listen, gambler-"

"no need to say anything, veritas." his eyes don't look as odd when they're accompanied by a genuine smile. "we've all got our secrets, right?"

he looks away first, hauling the punisher back over his shoulder and letting the weight dig in uncomfortably against his back. "yes" he whispers, knowing kakavasha would still hear him, "yes we do."

[cephalog0d]

20 questions for fic writers

Thanks for the tag @babblingbookends!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

89! (tbf a lot of them are drabbles XD)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

62,284. Higher than I thought!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Batfam, occasionally branching into other DC, occasionally gift fics for others and original work.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Bomb Sing Se (arguably the fic that got me to actually write and post things instead of just keeping stuff to me and a couple friends)

Comfort Food

Bower Birds

Relation

Bat Math

5. Do you respond to comments?

Absolutely! I try to respond to every comment I get, I appreciate every single one so much.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Well Relative Velocity is the only time I've ever used the "Hurt No Comfort" tag so.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of what I write is silly humorous nonsense so I think most of them are happy endings? I like the fluffy siblings ending on Midnight Snack a lot.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not anywhere I've ever seen it, luckily!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nah, not really my thing.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I've done fandom fusion ones like Venom!Steph but I don't know if that counts as a crossover since it's still all characters from one setting, just with setting elements from another property.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of, luckily!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of, but that would be super cool!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet! But we'll see. :)

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Uhhhhh I'm gonna say Leverage OT3? (I don't really have a lot of strong "this is my thing" ship opinions.)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

*quietly sliding my giant WIP/fic idea spreadsheet under the rug to hide it* I have too many. So, so many.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I'm good at the banter thing. I really enjoy writing back and forth dialogue, especially for humor, but also for serious conversations. It's often the part I think about the most and spend the most time on. (I think I'm also pretty good at world building stuff, but that doesn't always come up with fanfic.)

17: What are your writing weaknesses?

The focus to finish plotting/writing long stories is definitely one I'm not great at. I have the ideas, but my brain sees another shiny new idea and goes "but what about that". It's something I'm working on.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

It depends? For one thing there's the whole thing of having the knowledge/resources to actually have accurate translations, which may or may not be difficult to do, but also I think it depends on who the POV character is. If you put in dialogue in another language people can look it up and see what it means, so it can be a fun way to have a little easter egg that the audience knows and the POV character doesn't, but if you don't want to give stuff away it's better to just say they're speaking X language, or maybe POV character recognizes a word or two but not the whole statement.

19. First fandom you wrote for? 

Batfam stuff is what made me actually start interacting with fandom instead of being a weird internet lurker talking to my friends about things I like so.

20. Favourite fic you've written?

Oh boy, I don't even know...I'm gonna say Finders Keepers because I really love that AU and that's the one that started it.

And that's that!

No pressure tags for @outtoshatter @2dents @teleportationmagic @kayrielwrites @sepia-stained-sunset !

[evilbeepthemeep]

Stolen Midnights - Chapter FiveRestrained Temptations

Rating Explicit

Summary

Between the thirteen years of Wei Wuxian’s death and resurrection, his soul can visit the living world for a single midnight a year. Within the liminal space of dreams, Wei Wuxian gifts Lan Wangji the chance to experience a youth he never indulged in. Slowly their relationship blossoms into something new, though Lan Wangji believes it is just a fantasy his mind concocted to ease his grief. Until the day Wei Wuxian is pulled back into the living world, all they have are moments stolen under the stars.

Chapter Extract

"No," Lan Wangji replied curtly and returned to reciting the Gusu Lan rules to ease the building arousal in his groin.

At number seventeen, his thoughts stuttered to a halt. Wei Ying had added insult to injury by pouting. That particular expression stirred up things Lan Wangji would never admit to. Things he needed to ignore lest a mortifying reaction happened in his undergarments. Wei Wuxian's silver had turned serious while the corners of his blood-red mouth tilted downwards. Those lips were going to kill Lan Wangji.

"Lan-er-gege is so mean to me. I'm just trying to be a good host and show him a good time," faux whined Wei Ying. His tone was too over the top to be serious, and he punctuated the last two words with a flirtatious wink.

[tuesdays-mxtx-suppository]

Stolen Midnights - Chapter Thirteen Push And Pull

Rating Explicit

Summary

Between the thirteen years of Wei Wuxian’s death and resurrection, his soul can visit the living world for a single midnight a year. Within the liminal space of dreams, Wei Wuxian gifts Lan Wangji the chance to experience a youth he never indulged in. Slowly their relationship blossoms into something new, though Lan Wangji believes it is just a fantasy his mind concocted to ease his grief. Until the day Wei Wuxian is pulled back into the living world, all they have are moments stolen under the stars.

Chapter Extract

Clad in only his scarlet inner robe, Wei Ying lay propped up on his elbows across the vibrant summer grass. Lan Wangji's eyes scanned his body and followed pale legs until they vanished under the thin red fabric. Wei Ying had artfully draped the robe to hide his more intimate parts from Lan Wangji's view. His collar gaped wide enough to allow a snatch of chest to peek through. Lan Wangji's mouth went dry at the scene before him. All his sorrow lay forgotten when faced with the alluring pull of Wei Ying.

Lan Wangji tried to commit this moment to memory. Tonight wasn't about their inalterable tragic fate or an uncertain future. Tonight was about indulging in the youthful indiscretions they missed out on. An opportunity to be together without fear of war or death. Lan Wangji forever yearned for Wei Ying. While they existed in this shared dream, he'd claim and show Wei Ying the love they missed out on in the living world.

[faithdeans]

western au fic recs part 1

i have loads of these but i've decided to re-read them all before reccomending them. idk how many parts there will be of this but probably at least another 2 and one for ficlets! anyway hiii have fun and pls let me know how you find them!!! i also left comments because idk how to shut up!

Vagabonds by chevrolangels [89k]

Dean is a sheriff in a tiny town in Colorado, restless and unsatisfied with his life. It's not like what he's read about in the dime novels since he was little, capturing dangerous outlaws and being the last word of the law. More like tossing the town drunk in a cell to sober up when they get a little too rowdy. But Dean's chance comes when a thief rolls through their town. He pursues the thief, which puts him right into the path of Emmanuel, a notorious outlaw. When he is captured by the outlaw and his gang to be held for ransom, Dean starts off on a journey he could have never envisioned, and learns that perhaps there's more to Emmanuel than meets the eye.

i reread this the other day and if you didn't already see my posts let me say i lost my damn mind all over again. the pacing and characterisation in this fic are perfect. it's a delicious slowburn, the action is amazing, and also as someone who has a hard time handling angst, this fic is the perfect level for me. the end makes me cry because i never wanna finish it. the stories of the side-characters are just as enthralling as dean and cas. i could read a million one-shots based on this fic. i'd probably say it's my favourite fic, period.

The Shawnee Trail by emmbrancsxx0 [166k]

In 1887, Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak lead a peaceful life in Lawrence, Kansas. Dean and Sam are stagecoach messengers for Wells, Fargo and Castiel is the town doctor. When Castiel's patient, Kelly Kline, knocks on their door one night about to give birth, she asks for the Winchesters and Castiel's help in protecting her son against one of the west's most notorious outlaws. To fulfill that promise, the men set out on a journey full of shootouts, trouble with the law, gambling, and an important discovery: Dean and Castiel really need to define the nature of their relationship.

okay to everyone asking which fic i was talking about when i posted "fics that make you pace around your room at midnight while sobbing", i was talking about this. this fic felt like a movie, it felt like i was living it, like i was riding with them. the storytelling is unbelievably vivid. i was hanging on to the "angst with a happy ending" tag for dear life. this fic is a rollercoaster of an adventure and a wonderfully moving ode to the western genre. it's truly one of those fics where you finish it and you can't believe this is supernatural fanfic and not a critically acclaimed piece of literature.

Lonesome Rider by onwardorange [67k]

Dean Winchester, better known as the “Lonesome Rider” throughout the Wild West, spends his days galavanting from town to town, drinking, dancing, and flirting his way into people’s beds. He’s got no responsibilities and no direction in life; it’s just him, his beloved horse, Baby, and the open road. And that’s just the way Dean likes it𑁋or so he tells himself. That is, until the day Sam falls deathly ill. When nothing is able to cure him, Dean makes a desperate deal to save Sam’s life that puts his own on the line. Enter Castiel Novak, a small town preacher in possession of the Colt, a gun rumored to be able to kill just about anything as well as the one thing that could save Dean’s life. When the gun is stolen by a gang of infamous outlaws, Dean and Castiel must travel across the West together to get it back, though what they discover between themselves along the way may turn out to be more powerful than the Colt itself.

this fic was so sweet and full of heart that it actually left me breathless in places. the way dean and cas bickering was written was so s spot on. hurt/comfort that will blow your cock and balls straight off. and the pining!!!! oh the pining!!! something about this story is like a warm hug and i just didn't wanna put it down. also the constellation scene and certain recurring themes to do with it. *dies*

[ninadove]

Feligami February 2024

Recap! 🦚🐉

Because we love organisation in this house.

Fanfics 📝

Gasoline 🔥

[Prompts 1, 3, 7, 18, 19 & 20]

Sacrifices must be made for the greater good.

Such is the creed of the Alliance. Thanks to their wealth, influence, and a powerful network of highly-trained agents, these self-proclaimed guardian angels watch over the world from the shadows — safeguarding it from anarchy through all means necessary.

A delicate balance that might shatter imminently.

All because of a stupid brooch.

Escape from the city and follow the sun 🌅

[Prompts 4, 11 & 23]

All eyes were on her now, a thousand embers burning her skin as the platform dragged her into the monochrome arena — her mother’s empty gaze the most painful of them all.

“Let’s leave,” Adrien whispered, his touch uncharacteristically eager against her hand. “I dare you.”

The suggestion was preposterous — so much so that she might as well have hallucinated it.

“Are you insane?” She snapped back, harsher than intended. “We can’t do that.”

“Of course we can,” he grinned, defiance seeping through every syllable. “I can.”

And then they DID

Turntable 💍

[Prompt 25: Dream/nightmare]

“I’m doing this for your own good, Felix. Maybe this way, you’ll finally understand.”

All the shine of thousand spotlights 🌅

Prompt 27: First dance

“Did you know waltzing was once considered indecent?”

Art 🎨

Day 2: In every universe

Day 5: Fate

Day 6: Midnight

Day 8: Reminiscing

Day 9: Karma

Day 10: Muse

Day 12: Stargazing

Day 13: Masks

Day 15: “Not if I have anything to do with it”

Day 16: Stolen moments

Day 17: Miraculous swap

Day 21: Fairy tale/mythology

Day 22: Sun and moon

Day 24: Double date

Day 26: Chess

Web weaves 🪡

Day 14: Valentines

Day 29: Bonus/free!

Bonus 🎁

Trick questions 📝

An island in the sky 📝

And I’m holding on tight to you 📝

Change targets 📝

Plugami 🎨

Man of the House + The Challenge 🪡

Puppeteer 🪡

Psychopompe 🪡🎂

Courage In Me 🪡🎂

L’Albatros 🪡🎂

Felix textposts 📱

[orangesunsets12]

Keep Him Safe Chapter 1 (Spider-Man & Daredevil fanfic)

Next Chapter (Chapter 2) // MCU Masterlist

Summary:

Peter Parker's world flips upside down when Miles Morales loses his mother, and Peter is declared as Miles' new guardian.

But when a scientist challenges Peter's ability to be a father, Peter enlists the help of Matt Murdock to dispute it.

Because it isn't just about a custody battle. Winning or losing could be the difference between Miles' life or death.

And Peter is going to do everything he can to keep Miles safe.

Rated Teen and Up. Minor Character Death. Word count: 4674

Spider-Man and Daredevil Crossover

Read below or on AO3 above!

It was nearly midnight when Peter got the call. 

He was swinging through New York, keeping an ear out for any signs of trouble, any cry for help. He had plans to meet up with Daredevil later for pizza, but as soon as he saw the unknown number on his phone, something told him that he wouldn’t be able to. 

Was it his Spider-senses? He didn’t know. He just had a bad feeling. 

Landing on a roof, he pulled his mask just above his nose, answering the phone and pressing it to his ear.

“Hello, Peter Parker speaking.”

“Peter Parker? Sorry to call you so late.” It was a woman’s voice, soft, friendly, and professional. “I’m Vivian, I work at Child and Family Services. I’m calling on behalf of Miles Morales.”

Peter’s heart dropped into his stomach, his hands shaking briefly. 

“What? What happened?”

Miles came from a good family. His father was one of the best cops that Peter had the pleasure of knowing before Officer Davis was murdered, and Miles’ mother was one of the sweetest women on the planet. She would protect Miles from anything she could. Then, why was Child and Family Services calling? What happened?

“His mother, Rio Morales, was recently reported dead in Sweden. We were assigned to Miles’ case as soon as we heard. Do you have a moment to talk?”

Dead? Rio? Peter’s head swam, and he crouched down, focusing on the cold wind on the lower half of his face, the way his breath slowly entered his lungs. 

Miles had mentioned that she was going on a trip to Sweden, a vacation. Miles was going to be home alone for a few days during it. Was he home alone when the police, or CPS, or someone came to his door and told him his mother was dead? 

“Mr. Parker?”

“Yes! Yes, I can talk, sorry, the news is just a bit of a shock.” His voice was wavering, that he knew, but he couldn’t hang up. He needed to hear this. He needed to be strong for Miles. 

“I can imagine, I’m so sorry for your loss. Currently, Miles is staying with a family friend, but we would like to speak to you in person. You were listed as the next of kin in Rio’s will.”

The breath was stolen from his lungs, and Peter was left stranded, the words feeling like a bullet in his skull, drilling, drilling, drilling, shocking him down to his core. 

Him? To take care of Miles?

Peter Parker wasn’t a father. He was only 24. He never thought that he was good with kids, he was barely even good at interacting with people his own age. He couldn’t take care of Miles, he would never be capable of it. He was Miles’ mentor, and friend. Not a father. Not even a father figure. 

His mind wandered back to one of his own father figures, his bold attitude, his kindness when it mattered. He saw his picture plastered on the walls of New York, complete with a yellow and red helmet, sometimes those sunglasses that everyone could recognise . Peter had told himself long ago that he would never be Iron Man to the world, he could never be. He knew now that he couldn’t even be Tony Stark to a young hero now, a kid who needed someone to take care of them. He couldn’t be Tony Stark for Miles, not like Mr Stark was for Peter. He couldn’t.

“We’re at the office in downtown New York, if you could get here as soon as possible, Mr. Parker.” The woman, Vivian, finished, and soon Peter was left listening to a droning sound, signifying that the call was over. 

His hands formed fists, frustrated that Miles had lost both of his parents, that Rio had trusted Peter to do a good job taking care of her amazing son, that the world was so cruel to take yet another good person away from them. 

He wanted to throw his phone to the roof beneath him. He wanted to scream. He wanted to find Miles and give him the biggest hug that he could. He wanted to…he wanted…

But he couldn’t. He had to talk to these people. He had to get things sorted out. 

Taking one more deep breath, Peter put his phone back into the hidden pocket, shot his web, and swung towards downtown. 

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The office was bathed with a cold white light when he walked in, Spidey suit in his backpack, the receptionist clicking away at the desk, her eyes displaying sorrow. Peter guessed that it was the nature of her job that brought that. 

“Hey, my name is Peter Parker. I’m here on behalf of Miles Morales?” He told her, and she looked up, biting her lips with worry. 

After she confirmed his identity with his drivers license, one that he never used, she let him sign a visitor log before guiding him to Vivian. 

“Down the hall, to your left. There’s someone else in there though, a legal representative.”

“A legal rep?”

Peter hadn’t called his lawyer, well, not for this. He had only called Matt Murdock to let him know that he wouldn’t make it for pizza tonight. He wouldn’t put it past Matt to know what was happening, but he would always, always, talk to Peter before representing him legally. 

“Yes. The two men in there aren’t yours?”

“I…I don’t think so. Thank you.”

Peter gave her a nod before heading to the office, hearing loud voices speaking through the door. Without knocking, he opened it, silencing the conversation on the inside. He didn’t even think of listening to what they were saying, his mind was too wired, his heart too full of emotion to focus on dialing his senses. 

Inside, there were two men standing stiffly, both of whom he didn’t recognise, wearing expensive suits. A woman was sitting at a desk, the nameplate reading Vivian Smith.

“Peter Parker.” She greeted with a nod. “Please, come in.”

Peter made his way inside, yet refused politely to sit down. His spider senses were buzzing in the back of his mind, warning him of some threat, and he didn’t have to wonder where it was coming from for long. 

The two men looked nothing but professional. Stern, serious, and posed a threat to Peter in some way. He was sure to keep himself focused, aware of any movement the men might make. 

“These are the legal representatives of Clarence Fisher, a man who’s contesting the will of Rio Morales.”

“What?” Peter said, resisting forming his hands into fists. Someone was contesting the will? Why? What did this have to do with Peter? 

He hadn’t heard of Clarence Fisher, but who was he to have a right to contest Rio’s will? Why were they here? What did that guy want?

“Mr. Parker.” One of the ment said, stepping forward. “Mr. Fisher has expressed an interest in Miles’ education, Mr. Fisher is one of the sponsors of Brooklyn Visions Academy, the school Miles goes to. He’s seen how exemplary Miles has been in his studies. He believes it best for Miles’ future to be in his own care, not one of a young man who doesn’t have a steady income, like yourself.”

Before Peter could even begin to understand the meaning of the words, Vivian spoke up. 

“They believe that Rio Morales wasn’t in the right mental capacity when writing the will. This version was written right after the death of their husband, and Mr. Fishers’ legal team believes that she would not have given you the guardianship of Miles if she had been in her right mind.”

“Wait. Wait. Are you saying that your employer wants to adopt Miles?” Peter asked, rage and confusion burning in his chest. “Why? Just because he’s smart? And you don’t think I’m fit to take care of him?”

There was a nagging voice in his mind telling him that he wasn’t. But he ignored it, for now. 

“Mrs. Morales wasn’t in her right mind when she made that decision.” The other man said, and Peter shook his head. 

“No. Look, you won’t be taking Miles. I’m taking him.”

He wasn’t ready to be a father, he couldn’t help Miles, he wasn’t capable of taking care of a fifteen year old kid, but Peter would rather die than let Miles be taken by a random man who only liked him for his smarts. 

“Mr. Parker, you’re incapable of being an appropriate guardian.”

He was incapable, Peter would admit that. But he would learn. He would get help. He would do what he could to keep Miles safe. And, right now, Peter adopting him was the safest option. He knew that for certain.

His spider-senses wouldn’t dull, they only got stronger. These people were dangerous. They would hurt Miles.

“You can’t take him. You’re not written in the will, and Miles doesn’t know Mr. Fisher. You have no legal ground for this.” Peter argued, trying to remember all he could about the legal system. “Even if I’m not declared a fit guardian, he would be put in the foster system.”

“I can assure you that my employer will easily convince the court of how his position is a viable option, as he can take care of Miles and give him the life he deserves. The judge will have no opposition to Mr. Fisher adopting Miles.”

Peter let out a harsh laugh. “I won’t let you do this.”

“I suggest that you get a lawyer then, Mr. Parker.” The man to the left said with a frown, “Mr. Fisher won’t give up on this so easily.”

“Then I’ll see you in court.”

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It was about 3:30 in the morning when Peter made it to the home Miles was staying in. Exhaustion clung to Peter’s bones, making every step a battle, yet Peter pushed through it. He needed to see Miles. He needed to make sure that he was okay. 

He knew how Miles must be feeling right now. After Peter lost Aunt May, he felt lost, and  so, so alone. He didn’t want Miles to feel the same way for another second. 

He knocked on the door, and didn’t even have to wait a minute before it opened, casting a warm light onto his face. 

“Oh! You must be Peter! Vivian called and told us that you were coming!”

The woman in front of him was older, with wisps of white hair among the black strands, her kind face smiling sadly at him. He could instantly see why the Morales family was friends with her. The woman made him feel protected, loved, and he had just met her. 

“Hi. Could I see Miles?”

“Oh course! He’s in the basement, he prefers to be alone right now, as expected, the poor boy, but he’ll be happy to see you. Come in, come in! Are you hungry?”

Peter stepped into the door, shaking his head, despite the fact that he was starving. He hadn’t eaten since lunch the previous day. But, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to stomach anything now, anyways.  

“No, thank you.”

“Let me know if either of you need anything, okay, dear?”

“I will.”

Peter went down the stairway right by the door, partially surprised to hear nothing but slow breathing from the lower room. Miles always had music playing, usually pop and hip-hop with rap, music that he had been trying to get Peter to listen to for months. Yet now, no music was heard. It was a true testament to how much Miles was truly hurting. 

And there the kid was, sitting on the couch, frozen where he sat. His phone was discarded on the seat next to him, silent. Miles didn’t even acknowledge that Peter was there, despite the fact that he no doubt heard him. 

“Hey, Miles.” Peter said softly, and that’s when Miles looked up. 

When Peter had made his way around the couch, he could see tears in Miles’ eyes. His face crumbled as soon as his eyes met Peter’s, and Peter didn’t hesitate to wrap him in a hug, letting Miles’ wrap his arms around him with a strength that only Spider-Men possessed. 

He began sobbing, his body trembling with emotion, and Peter didn’t shush him, instead running his hands over his back, tucking his head into Peter’s shoulder. 

“I’m here, Miles, I’m here.” He muttered. Miles bawled at that, and Peter didn’t care. “You’re going to be okay. I’m here. I’m always here, Miles.”

So he held him, held the kid as the world was no doubt crumbling around him. He wanted to be an anchor for him, despite the storm that threatened to drown him, despite how Miles probably felt so alone. 

“I’m here. I’m here.” 

Peter could feel his own throat close up, tears burning at the back of his own eyes, thinking of the death, the loss, the pain that was too familiar to him, and he tucked his chin into Miles’ hair, unwilling to let go, but unwilling to break. He could feel Miles’ tears on his shirt, but he didn’t care. He never would. 

“She’s gone, Pete! She’s dead!” Miles’ voice broke as he screamed, “I couldn’t save her! I couldn’tー”

“She would never blame you, Miles.” A few tears escaped Peter’s own eyes, slowly falling down his cheeks, and his own body shook with a suppressed sob. “She would never blame you.”

Miles didn’t let go, and Peter didn’t either, rocking the younger boy back and forth, trying to give comfort. Peter knew what it felt like to hurt. He knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. And, he knew sometimes all someone could do was be there. So, he would. He would fight to keep Miles safe, and to be there for every high, and every low. 

Especially the lows. 

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Matt Murdock had just gotten up to get more coffee when he heard a familiar heartbeat enter the office of Nelson, Murdock, and Page. It was fast, yet strong, pulsing with a purpose, slightly nervous. His only question was if this was Peter Parker walking into his office, or Spider-Man. 

He hoped that the young man didn’t feel bad about canceling pizza the night before, things always came up, and they could always reschedule. But he knew Peter. He knew that Peter always blamed himself for things that were very well out of his control, even something as small as missing dinner. Yet, something told Matt that this visit was more than just an unneeded apology. 

He tilted his head, listening to what Peter would say to Karen, and waited to make an appearance until he knew if Spider-Man was in the office, or just Peter. 

“Hi! Welcome in, how can I help?” Karen greeted cheerily, and Matt could hear the smile on her face. There was the shifting of clothing, and Peter stepped forward. 

“Hi. I’m Peter Parker. I’m friends with Matt. I was wondering if I could maybe talk to him?”

“That’s great, he’s just in his office. Matt!!”

At her call, Matt walked out of the office, acting as if he didn’t know that Peter was there. He knew that everyone in this office knew that he was Daredevil, but he still needed to keep up appearances. The last thing he wanted was to out Peter’s own secret identity. 

As soon as he opened the door, he smiled, heading towards Peter. The young man held himself tall, yet something seemed tight in his posture, something unnerving. Peter was scared. 

“Matt, how are you? It’s Peter. Parker. ” Peter said casually, but MKatt could hear a slight bit of awkwardness. Matt held out his hand, shaking Peter’s hand when it met him in the middle. 

“It’s good to hear your voice, Peter. And I’m doing well, thank you. I see you’ve met Karen, and my partner, Foggy, is just in the office.”

Peter nodded, and Matt noticed that he was holding something in his left hand…a bag? No, a briefcase.

“What can I help you with? I imagine this isn’t a social call.”

All of their social calls took place on top of New York roofs, in red costumes. If Peter was here, he was looking for Matt Murdock, not Daredevil. 

“Yeah, it’s not. I’m looking for a bit of legal advice.”

Matt gestured to the conference room, asked Karen to grab Foggy, and led Peter there, his cane tapping the floor gently as he did so. Peter kept his breathing even, but Matt could tell that it was strained, and put his hand on Peter’s back as he guided him. 

He knew that Peter held a lot of weight on his shoulders, not just as Spider-Man but as the young adult who had lost nearly everyone close to him. He hoped that, whatever was going on, Matt could help. Peter deserved more than to suffer. 

“Are you alright, Pete?”

Peter swallowed. “I’m…I’ve been better. Thanks.”

Peter had sat down when Foggy and Karen entered the room, Karen carrying her notebook, while Foggy came in with his own. 

“Foggy, meet Peter, a friend of mine.” Matt said, and he could tell that the two men shook hands. 

“Matthew Murdock has another friend? Who would’ve thought!” Foggy said, causing Peter to laugh, and Matt wondered if the stress Peter carried was evident even for them.

“How can we help you, Peter?”

Matt wanted to cut to the chase. He knew that Peter was worried, and the less Peter suffered, the better.

“Um…I…” Peter sighed, running his hands through his hair. “There’s this kid I’ve been mentoring, named Miles. He’s fifteen, and we’re really close. His mom just died.”

Karen let out a soft noise of pity, and Matt could hear that Foggy had begun to write something down. 

Matt knew about Miles, he had met the kid a few times as Daredevil. Miles was quick to reveal his identity, trusting Matt easily, and he shared his own name, too. Hearing that he had lost both parents made Matt’s heart ache. No one deserved that. No one. 

Miles was a good kid. Kind, loyal, eager to do good. He hated knowing that that kid was hurting. 

“His father passed away about two years ago.” Peter continued, “He doesn’t have any other family in New York, and his mom, in her will, stated that I would be Miles’ guardian. But, when I went to work things out, I found out that the will is being challenged.”

“Challenged? Like, someone is contesting the will?” Foggy asked, and Peter nodded. 

“They think that his mom wasn’t in her right mind when she wrote it, because she was grieving her husband, and they want their employer to be Miles’ guardian. Not me.”

Karen sighed. “They can’t just contest a will because they want Miles for themself! A will is binding, and I’m sure that she was in her right mind when it was written!”

“Yet, for some reason this employer has decided to.” Matt said, his mind spinning. He had to come up with a reason why the will was being contested. Why did they want Miles? Or, why did they not want Peter to take him in?

Peter Parker fought to keep his identity a secret. And Mysterio just narrowly failed in revealing Spider-Man’s identity, the footage to his final video being cut at the last minute, Peter was being careful who he invited into his fold. Very few villains knew that he was Spider-Man, so it wasn’t likely that whoever this employer is would know that Peter Parker is someone more than he lets on. So, this wasn’t about Peter being Spider-Man. It couldn’t be. 

Then why was Peter being denied being Miles' guardian? He was fit to be a parent, Matt knew it. He was kind, yet stern when the situation called for it. He was a gentle teacher, much more forgiving than Stick ever was. Matt could tell that Miles flourished under Peter’s guidance, and was on his way to becoming one of the finest heroes that New York has ever witnessed. 

“Look, Peter…”Foggy began, his words trailing off. 

“Parker. Peter Parker.”

“Parker. How old are you? I’m not saying this isn’t right, but taking care of a kid is a lot of responsibility. Maybe this isn’t worth fighting.”

Matt listened to Foggy’s observation, tapping the table gently with his fingers. Foggy was both right and wrong. Peter would be under a lot of pressure, but Peter cared for Miles. He would be willing to take the kid under his wing, to face that responsibility, no matter how hard it was. 

Pete always sang Miles’ praises, not only as Miles’ abilities as another Spider-Man, but as a kid who loved people with a pure heart, who loved art and music and wouldn’t stop helping people. Peter would no doubt be honored to be his guardian. 

Peter spoke up, his tone gentle. “I know. And I’m 24. Despite that, I’m…I’m willing to take care of him. I want him to be safe. The men said that their employer was pleased with Miles’ intellect, I’m worried that that’s all he cares for. I don’t feel comfortable sending Miles to someone like that. I would rather keep an eye on him myself. He’s like a brother to me.”

“You think that they’re going to take advantage of him?” Matt asked, and Peter’s heart skipped a beat, not from a lie, but fear. 

“Yeah. He’s a good kid. I don’t want them to use him for…I don’t know. Whatever they want him for.”

Matt heard Karen pull out a laptop, and she began typing. 

“What’s the employer's name, Peter? Did you catch it?”

“Umm. Clarence Fisher, I think.”

Another few taps could be heard, and Karen let out a sigh.

“Karen?” Matt asked. This was where he was lost. He couldn’t read a screen, despite all of his enhanced senses. 

“This guy’s rich. Very rich. He’s the founder of a lot of labs around the city, specializing in biological studies. He’s written a few scientific papers, too.”

“But, why would he want a kid who’s smart?” Foggy asked. “To work at one of the labs?”

The question was met with silence, and Matt took the moment to think. Miles was a genius, sure, but there had to be another motive, as there were plenty of smart kids in New York. Why would someone want Miles specifically?

Perhaps it was innocent. Perhaps this man just wanted a son. 

But Matt didn’t think so. 

“Matt…” Peter said hesitantly, and Matt tilted his head up. 

“Peter?”

“What if Fisher knows? About…everything.”

The thought stuck Matt like a bolt of lightning. A man who had biology labs, who wanted a kid who had the powers of a spider. It made sense, too much sense. Having a child like that could lead to many scientific breakthroughs, some that wouldn’t be found for generations without it. But, would Fisher know that Miles was Spider-Man?

“What? That he knows what?” Foggy asked, but Matt couldn’t reply. Not without giving away Miles’, and Peter’s, identity. “Peter? Matt?”

Peter then spoke up. “I…” 

He clamped his mouth shut, no doubt scared that he would reveal something that he shouldn’t. Thankfully, Matt knew where he was going with it. Their countless days of working together allowed them to predict each other's ideas and thoughts, something that Matt was grateful for. 

“They know I'm Daredevil, Peter, you can trust them.”

“Wait, Matt, he knows?” Karen asked, sounding shocked, and Peter nodded. 

“I do. I’m...” His voice wavered, and Matt didn’t need to wonder why. It was a big responsibility, and a big worry, as whoever knew his identity could be in danger.

Matt could sense Foggy and Karen lean forward. 

“It’s dangerous if you know.” Peter said softly.

“We’re friends with Daredevil.” Foggy said seriously, almost comically, “We can handle it.”

Peter took a deep breath. “I’m Spider-Man. And Miles is my protégé.”

The whole room was quiet, well, as quiet as it could be for Matt. He could hear Foggy and Karen’s heartbeats speed up, with Peter’s beating steadily, unwavering. 

“Miles has told me that I can tell people I trust with this, so please don’t tell anyone else.” Peter asked, yet Matt knew that Peter trusted him, and thus trusted his friends. 

“I…I promise.” Foggy quickly said. “But how? You’re so young!”

Peter sighed. “It’s a long story. But what if Fisher wants Miles for his powers? What if he knows that he’s…different?”

“They could study him. Torture him.” Karen said weakly, raising her hand to her face, and with that said Matt knew that the full gravity of the situation fell upon the room. 

His friends were smart. Peter was smart. They all knew how dangerous this could really be. How badly Miles could get hurt. 

The kid was only fifteen. He didn’t deserve anything like that. He deserved to be happy. 

Matt’s jaw clenched as he thought about it. He could let another kid, another good kid, be robbed of his youth because he wanted to help. Wanted to be better. Wanted to defy the expectations laid on him. 

Matt’s own youth was robbed. Peter’s was robbed. He couldn’t let Miles lose his. Not to a man that might want to study him, cut him open, torture him to figure out how Spider-Man came to be.  

Foggy sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I thought that this was a simple case. Matt, why do you have to be friends with the people with crazy lives?”

Matt managed a small smile. “You’re one of my friends too, Foggy. Careful what you say.”

“Look,” Peter said, speaking up softly. “I know that this isn’t your regular legal case. You guys defend the innocent, not take care of child custody disagreements. But I need Miles to be safe. I need…I want to be his guardian. Is there anyone you can recommend? If Fisher wants him for his powers, I can’t…I can’t lose this case. I can’t let him be hurt.”

Anyone could hear the desperation in his voice, and Matt’s heart broke for him. Peter couldn’t lose this case. He couldn’t lose Miles. 

Their bond was something that Matt himself was shocked to see. Even though Peter had only known him for a few years, they were like brothers. If Peter loses that, after he lost his aunt to the Green Goblin, and his two best friends due to a disagreement that Matt himself didn’t know about yet, he couldn’t imagine the pain Peter would feel. Miles was one of the few people in Peter’s life that was still there. Matt didn’t want to think about how much Peter would suffer if Miles was taken away. 

“What do you think, Matt?” Foggy asked, no doubt sharing a glance with Karen. “I want to take this. I feel like we have to.”

“Peter.” Matt said, tilted his head towards him. “Give us everything you have related to this. Documents, character references, everything. We’ll help you out. I have no doubt that we’ll be able to convince the court and judge that you should be his guardian. But, if this Clarence Fisher is as smart as we think he is, we’ll need to put up a good fight.”

Peter nodded, lifting the briefcase he brought in onto the table. 

“Thank you, Matt. All of you.”

“Don’t thank us yet, Peter. But it’s the least that we can do.”

With those words said, the four of them began pouring over everything Peter brought, from the formal contest of the will, a copy of the will itself, Peter’s own documents and income statements. As they studied, Matt couldn’t help but hope that they would win this, not because he wanted to, but because he had to. 

If they lost this case…no. He wouldn’t think like that. They wouldn’t lose. They couldn’t. 

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