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[ART] Spiked by slyssnakes @slysnakes

Harry asks Draco what he wants to do. Truthfully? Him.

Slugco Malfoy loves Snaily Potter by pocket-lin (pocket_lin) @pocket-lin

draco loves harry so it’s the same but they’re mollusks so it’s different

[Podfic] Live Laugh Love, Draco Malfoy by sweaters_in_the_summer @sweatersinthesummer

Draco deserves to suffer, and he will go out of his way to do so. Podfic of Live Laugh Love, Draco Malfoy by ItsPhantasmagoria. @itsphantasmagoria

Sweet to Your Taste by dodgerkedavra @dodgerkedavra

It’s just like Draco to fall prey to the machinations of his fellow Slytherins. This time, he ends up owning a bakery. (Words: 5,996)

definition established by harDeehar (dryrsheet) @dryrsheet

Draco tries to ignore what he wants, knowing he deserves none of it, but Harry disagrees. (Words: 300)

[ART] Filthy by ItsPhantasmagoria @itsphantasmagoria

His beautiful, filthy boy.

Shag, Interrupted by arminaa @arminaa8

If they're interrupted again, Draco may explode. And not in a good way. (Words: 1,948)

[ART] Hard at Work by ItsPhantasmagoria @itsphantasmagoria

Harry’s got a stalker. Draco’s investigation is not going well, mostly because he keeps getting distracted.

Under the Mistletoe by Jelliebabie @jelliewrites

Draco kisses Harry under the mistletoe... ...but not the kind of kissing you're thinking about, you sweet summer child! (Words: 4,444)

One Warm Line by dodgerkedavra - a Podfic by Cailynwrites @cailynwrites

This pain is part of being human. (Words: 18)

How Much by kamaela @kamaela

“It means something to me,” Harry tells him, hot breath hotter at his neck, in the dip just under his jaw. Draco groans. “What you say. It means something.” Harry’s always like this when they’re wrapped up together; sweetly vulnerable and forthcoming, nothing but sweat and heat between them. Draco’s not strong enough to resist pushing his advantage. “Why do you keep doing it then?”(Words: 3,554)

Northbound by plotty @pl0tty

“What? Did you seriously think you’d be home in time for the Weasley Christmas soiree?” Malfoy drawled. Harry did think that. But he wasn’t going to admit it to Malfoy, who he was now stuck with for an unspecified amount of time at the North Pole, which had turned out to be a different dimension, or whatever. Or, A case of finicky runes strands Harry and Malfoy in Santa's workshop. Toys! Tension! Time magic! It's all here, folks!(Words: 6,010)

Birthday Blues by edieblake @edieblakee

"How long have you been there?” The door is fully open now, and in it stands Potter: casually leaning against the doorframe, arms in a loose fold. That stupid, half-smile on his face. Draco glares. “Long enough to know you’ve been sat here scowling for a bit.” (Words: 5,054)

Burn Like Fire by dodgerkedavra @dodgerkedavra

Harry comes out of the Forest dead inside. Draco’s going to bring him back to life. (Words: 4,007)

[ART] And There Was Only One Bed by arminaadrabbles (arminaa) @arminaa8

Were there two beds? No. Only one.

wave by desert_forest @hollyhawthorn

You can't seem to stop washing up on each other's beaches. (Words: 100)

adorn me by desert_forest

Draco likes you jewel-encrusted, just like everything else he owns. (Words: 100)

cleave by desert_forest

A marriage is only as strong as its foundation. (Words: 100)

when the birds are heard again in their singing by cosmoscorpse @matredaen

The wolf pulls back like the tide. Harry is left changed, shivering, bloodied. Another month, another Moon—the wave has taken him. It has borne him up and dashed him against the rocks. The potion had worked, this month. Mostly. Harry hadn't been able to make it to the Hound and Hare's Thursday Trivia Night, which was a shame because Draco had specifically invited him—but unfortunately the moon waits for no man. Or, well. No wolf. He expects to spend the grey dim light of his Friday morning licking his wounds, both literal and metaphorical. He doesn't expect the barn owl, or the little care package clutched in her talons. (Words: 2,924)

Right Place, Right Time by Poljupci @poljupci

Draco wouldn't say the holiday season makes him maulding necessarily, but there is certainly something in the December air that makes him more... irrational than usual. Why else would he decide to finally confess his blasted feelings to the Man Who Conquered? And try and try again when the first attempt doesn't go as planned? or: 4½ Draco tried confessing his love to Harry + 1 time Harry actually confessed his love to Draco. (Words: 13,017)

twirled around his finger by desert_forest

Draco has a surprising talent. It just so happens to be Harry’s secret kink. (Words: 2,412)

Can You Hear My Heartbeat? by boshspice @basiatlu

It rattles in its cage for you.

[PODFIC] Beautiful by edieblake by AllureReads (its_the_allure) @its-the-allure

Harry allows himself a few moments of (sappy) reflection. (Words: 12)

The (Chaotic) Courting of Harry James Potter by arminaa @arminaa8

Harry's being courted. It's a shame he has no idea. (Words: 7,587)

[ART] In the Heat of the Cabin by valushka_emosh1t @valushk4

Harry and Draco end up trapped in a cabin with a snowstorm raging outside. Unsure on what to do now, a fight ensues. In the heat of their argument, something else might flare up.

Through the Seasons by Bichol @bicholsdrarrysideblog

Draco promises to make himself quiet and unobtrusive in his eight and final year of Hogwarts. It's not like a certain someone is going to notice him anyway. Fortunately for him, Harry has other plans.

[ART] Collar instincts by putridpommes @putridpommes

Harry wants it a little harder

Holiday Shenanigans by frm9pm @frm9pm

Harry and Draco decorate a tree, drink eggnog, and cosplay Santa.

Assignment 523-DM by harDeehar (dryrsheet) @dryrsheet

Three years into his captaincy of the team that doesn’t technically exist, Harry is given a new informant: Draco Malfoy. (Words: 2,792)

Generosity, Thy Name is Draco by HeyJude19 @heyjude19-writing

Comforting people is revolting, in Draco’s limited experience. His friends all know not to bother him with petty problems. But Draco has one dragon-hide boot wedged in the door to Potter’s life and thus sacrifices must be made to continue to open that door, enter fully, and slam it shut behind him, sealing the two of them within. (Words: 3,633)

Love the way you're running out of life by literatebly @literatebly

Potter smells of pure magic, and Draco is teetering on the edge of sanity. (Words: 1,352)

Oroboros by its_the_allure @its-the-allure

Through eight years at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy cannot keep his eyes off Harry Potter. (Words: 558)

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captivousfest · 5 months ago

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Captivous 2024 Masterlist View the AO3 collection here

Again! A HUGE thank you to all authors and artists for your work and participation and excitement! May Tom, Harry, and Voldemort continue to be captured, and captivate you!

Rated G

My Real Target... It's You by @evadne01 (HadrianPeverellBlack) Words: 627 Tags: Royal Prince Tom Riddle, Possessive Tom Riddle, Young Tom Riddle, Manipulative Tom Riddle, Obsessive Tom Riddle, Knight Harry Potter, POV Harry Potter, Good Harry Potter, Kidnapped Tom Riddle but not really, Kidnapped Harry Potter, Obsession, Kidnapping, Rescue Missions, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Angst, Hurt/Comfort Summary: Harry comes to rescue the lost prince Tom from the cursed tower of Lord Voldemort! (But little does he know that this was all a ploy to capture and cage the real jewel, Harry himself.)

Forgotten not Foresaken by @Laserswordtraining Words: 9,279 Tags: Death (Harry Potter), Harry Potter is a Horcrux, Obliviated Voldemort, Amnesia, horcrux reabsorption, Hogwarts Sixth Year, Old man Tom Riddle, Blind Harry Potter, Kidnapped Harry Potter, Happily Ever After Summary: Voldemort wakes, not having any memory or any idea who he is, and determined to figure it out, the only thing he finds familiar is the name Harry Potter. Knowing he has something to do with it, Voldemort kidnaps him, but it turns out Harry has lost something too.

The Dalmatian Captivation by @Laserswordtraining Words: 7,112 Tags: misc characters that have been made to play animals that assist :), Alternate Universe - 101 Dalmatians Fusion, woah thats a tag already??, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Crack, Fluff, dognapping, no puppies were harmed in the making of this fic, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, as in he's the fashionista Cruella De Vil, Musician Ron Weasley, rescue dog harry potter, 99 puppies and a bitch ain't one, If they're not a literal dog they are still wizards, no animagi here Summary: Dalmatian Harry and his owner/best mate Ron Weasley live a simple life, but Harry's got a plan for more when he sees another Dalmatian out the window with a lady who looks like Ron would agree she'd be worth leaving the flat for. But when Harry has a litter of puppies and Hermione's old boss gets wind of it, his beloved Tom bares his teeth knowing they need to be careful of him. This follows the plot of the original 1961 animated film, and includes a happy collection of wizarding characters as animals of all sorts that help Tom and Harry get all 99 puppies back to central London.

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Death leaves him with you, master by @00queasy00 Words: 226 The soul of Lord Voldemort has been giving Death a hard time. It is time to look for another to watch over the relentless soul in its stead.

Restraint Not Included by @laserswordtraining Words: 37 Its Voldemort/Tom. In Android form. His coding is ""incorrect"" and they are trying to fix him or else they would be wasting millions of dollars. Its torture for Tom/Voldemort but to the humans its just noise (bc he is tech). Harry takes it home and keeps it/saves it because he is too empathetic. They were totally trying to fix him because he is a psychopath that is now obsessed with Harry.

Rated Teen

Kidnapping is a State of Mind by @apocalypsewallflower(dystopianRebel) Words: 1,586 Tags:Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Mixed Eras, Alternate Universe – Tom Riddle in Golden Trio Era, Tom Riddle in Golden Trio Era, Mentioned Ominis Gaunt, Mentioned Remus Lupin, Sirius Black Raises Harry Potter, Unclarified Year, Unclarified Quidditch World Cup, Wool’s Orphanage, Kidnapping, joke, Kinda, They would’ve still done it though, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Found Family Summary: Harry Potter won’t let his best friend continue being alone any longer, no matter how many blood-related family members turn him away.

Yoink by @liquidluckandstuff Words: 2,763 Summary: Voldemort flying around the city because why not, maybe he's trying to clear is head. Only to spot Harry Potter and immediately just yoinks him off the sidewalk

Let's Never Wake Up (Stay with Me) by @blackseatwenty (SquibNation10) Words: 10,255 Tags: Based on the movie Inception Inception, Movie Inspired, Dreams, Trapped in a Dream, Fanart, This story grew without my consent, Harry and Tom are both teenagers, Time Travel bit, Harry has to save the world using dreams, Dumbledore's idea not mine, The Ministry of Magic is Incompetent (Harry Potter), Tom is Kidnapped Summary: Voldemort declared war on the Ministry at the exact moment a young Tom Riddle was found and kept in the Ministry of Magic. Unsure what to do, they put him in a magically induced sleep. How do they change their present without disrupting their future? They send Harry Potter to convince Tom to change his past- using his dream.

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Only Sweet, Sugary Death by @laserswordtraining Inspired by the movie Jawbreaker, fem!Tom kidnaps fem!Harry for her birthday but it goes wrong

Rated Mature

a pound of flesh by @ictyn (hpwrbowdm)) Words: 8,907 Chapter 1/? Tags: Blood and Gore (It's bad), Major Character Injury, Injury Recovery, Necromancy, Slow Burn, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Body Horror, Alternate Universe - Goblet of Fire, Under the Influence of Horcruxes, Rituals, Chronic Pain, Captivity, burn injury, Alternate Universe - Voldemort Wins, Master of Death Harry Potter, Snake-Like Voldemort (Harry Potter), grave robbing, Happy Ending, Suicidal Thoughts, Grief/Mourning, Medical Experimentation, Keeping The Chosen One in a Jar in your Office, Bottom Storage, Whump, Minor Character Death Summary: One mistake causes irreparable damage. Harry Potter, Fourth Triwizard Champion, falls in the first task. He is injured past the point of survivability but for some reason he simply cannot die. Harry is taken to St. Mungo's where he's subjected to painful and humiliating experimental healing techniques. Robbed of his voice, he wishes for nothing but to be put out of his misery. Meanwhile, despite the sorry state of his fated enemy, Lord Voldemort wants Harry Potter for his resurrection ritual. Whatever power tethers the boy to life-Voldemort must possess it. Harry, helpless and trapped in his body, is entirely at the mercy of his nemesis. And Lord Voldemort, who never backs down from a challenge, becomes obsessed with solving the problem of Harry Potter once and for all. He will do the impossible-not destroy the boy, no, but remake him.

Rated Explicit (read those tags folks)

Catch Me (I know you can) by @blackseatwenty (SquibNation10) Words: 2,837 Tags: Kidnapping, Chasing, role play kink, Explicit Sex, Porn with Feelings, Spanking, Rope Bondage Summary: If Voldemort is after you, what can you do but run?

Fate's Coffin by @noxxytocin Words: 4,538 Chapters: 1/3 Tags: Post-Hogwarts, 10 years after the battle of hogwarts, Mystery, Not a Time Travel AU, Tension, Abduction, Fluff, Comfort, there's some hetero mention in the beginning but I promise this is a queer fic, Harry and Tom are gay, Harry is dramatic and whiny, Tom could care less, Sexuality Conflict, Hostage Situation, Power Dynamics, Manipulation, Magical Asphyxiation, there's porn eventually I promise, Feel the Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers Summary: Harry Potter’s life is finally smooth sailing—he’s dating Ginny, the wizarding world is rebuilding, and he’s a top Auror. But at the 10th-anniversary celebration, just as he’s about to give a heartfelt speech, the unexpected happens: Harry is snatched away and later finds himself in a place as grim as its master. Trapped and facing a fate more dreadful than he could imagine, Harry’s life is about to be turned entirely on its head.

Thin Skin by @iseliljathedreamer (Iselilja) Words: 6,428 Chapters: 2/5 Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Snake-Like Voldemort (Harry Potter), Body Horror, Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Hurt/Comfort, Secret Relationship, Post-Canon, Foot Fetish, not super weird I promise, This fic is mostly porn ngl porn and pain, Chronic Pain, Domestic, Porn With Plot Summary: Prompt: Harry wins AU and keeps Voldemort locked and hidden in his house in exchange for not destroying the horcrux in his scar. The war ended. Not with death and destruction. Not with treaties and parlays. Not with exhaustion or ceasefires. It ended with an agreement in the quiet darkness of the Chamber of Secrets, deep in the earth below the raging battle. A conditional surrender where the most powerful wizard alive signed his freedom away for 100 years to a boy of 17 armed with a basilisk tooth and a putrid, poisoned pool, in exchange for secrecy and eternal life. But that was years ago now. Harry thought he'd never get used to having Voldemort living in his house, but he did. Time is a miracle-worker beyond all human comprehension, and yet, there are wounds it is yet to heal. Quite literally.

And all the devils are here by @i-dream-of-libraries (evaleon70) Words: 6,550 Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Forced Orgasm, Fucking Machines, Overstimulation, Rape/Non-con Elements, Captive Voldemort, Voldemort in bondage, Non-Consensual Bondage, Mercy for One's Enemy, Horcrux Bond, ScarCrux | The Piece of Voldemort's Soul in Harry Potter's Scar, Sex Toys, Frottage, Really just an excuse to hook Voldemort up to a penis milking device, Felix Felicis | Liquid Luck Potion (Harry Potter), Snake-Like Voldemort (Harry Potter) Summary: Voldemort has finally pushed his Death Eaters too far with his bloodlust, and they find an unconventional way to fight against him. Harry witnesses what they're doing to the Dark Lord through the horcrux bond and should really just leave his old enemy to his fate… he doesn't.

Reset my patient violence (you know my desire) by @i-dream-of-libraries (evaleon70) Words: 13,326 Tags: Alternate Universe - Grishaverse Fusion, Porn With Plot, Smut, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Dark Fantasy, Sexual Tension, Dream Sex, Shadows used as tentacles, Captive Harry, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Delay, Come as Lube, First Time, Blow Jobs, Non-Consensual Bondage, Biting, Somnophilia, Bottom Harry, Top Tom Riddle Summary: Prompt fill for Captivous fest: Grishaverse AU where Tom is The Darkling and Harry is The Sun Summoner. The Darkling has waited hundreds of years for his Sun Summoner, and he won't let him escape now. or How Tom will have Harry in any universe, to the possible ruin of all.

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kim-jongin-s · 18 days ago

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svt fic recs (minwon, jeongcheol, wonchan, jigyu, verkwan + other)

MINWON

"all that i am, all that i give". oneshot, 4k. nc-17.

Mingyu glares at him through his fingers. "I want to try bottoming again."

Wonwoo’s chopsticks clatter into the bowl, his lips forming a silent O.

"miracle of our own making". au, mpreg. oneshot, 4k. r.

The hardest part is acting like nothing has happened. It’s a Tuesday morning and he’s getting dressed for work. Mingyu is humming a song in the kitchen. The pregnancy test shows two lines.

"sit still, look pretty". au: professor!ww. oneshot, 5k. nc-17.

This year for Christmas, Wonwoo gifts Mingyu a camera. There’s only one, simple rule to follow.

"keeping cool". omegaverse: alpha!ww, omega!mg. oneshot, 5.4k. nc-17.

Like every other week, Mingyu needs Wonwoo’s help. Just…not with his homework this time.

"dynasty". royalty!au: prince!ww, commoner!mg. oneshot, 12k. nc-17.

Prince Wonwoo has been secretly meeting Mingyu outside of the palace walls. He is spared the hassle of sneaking out next time.

"the holy and the profane". historical!au, vampire!mg. 8 chapters, 28.4k. nc-17.

For his contributions to the war, Mingyu is gifted a human.

"catch the stars". au. 17 chapters, 147k. nc-17. ♡♡♡

When Mingyu’s doctor advices him to take a break from everything due to his insomnia, he defers the next semester at university and packs his things to visit his grandmother in a small village far away from the rush of the city.

Once there, he meets Wonwoo, and quickly realizes that sleepless nights are going to be the least of his problems.

JEONGCHEOL

"this happens once every few lifetimes". oneshot, 1k. pg-13.

November 24th, 2024.

"i carry you with me (i carry you in my heart)". oneshot, 1.5k. pg-13.

“Japan is lonely without you,” he adds. Jeonghan pouts on his lonely couch, but wills himself not to fall into a self-pity spiral over this.

He shivers when Seungcheol says something about the highball not tasting the same as it did when they drank it together, biting his lip before telling himself to focus. He has a promise that needs to be fulfilled.

"me, oh my". oneshot, 6.7k. pg-13.

To Jeonghan, Seungcheol is always a constant, even when he’s not supposed to be.

"hold my hand". oneshot, 11k. r.

“I’m sure that when your parents said that they considered me a son, that’s not quite what they had in mind.”

Seungcheol and Jeonghan go to Daegu for a visit.

"season of giving". au. oneshot, 16k. pg-13.

Jeonghan’s Christmas plans are ruined when he’s forced to spend three weeks in a cabin with a stranger.

Well, maybe not ruined.

"all the quiet nights". fake dating!au. 4 chapters, 51k. nc-17. ♡

Seungcheol needs Jeonghan to pretend to be his boyfriend, and Jeonghan needs to stop pretending he’s allergic to love.

WONCHAN

"us, again". au. oneshot, 4k. r.

Seungkwan informs Chan that his ex will be at Seungkwan's bachelor getaway. Chan is not coping. And then his ex shows up.

"whatever you want". omegaverse: alpha!ww, omega!dn. twoshot, 12.6k. nc-17.

Chan's always wished for Wonwoo to just take what he wants.

↳ "can you". omegaverse: alpha!ww, omega!dn. twoshot, 10k. r.

Wonwoo and Chan have a fight (?) before Chan leaves to film Magic Lamp in Europe.

↳ "make me juno". omegaverse: alpha!ww, omega!dn. oneshot, 5k. r. ♡

Something in Chan’s expression shifts at what he sees on Wonwoo’s face; something dark and dangerous flashes in his eyes, something self-satisfied. It’s the same thing Chan has when he’s about to bully him—anticipation rises in Wonwoo’s gut, despite himself.

“No,” Chan says, resolutely, “no, I want to hear it from you.” He taps at Wonwoo’s mouth, his lips, with his pointer finger. Insistent, in his way. “Speak up.

JIGYU

"the christmas waltz". neighbors!au. oneshot, 12k. pg-13.

Jihoon is already halfway in love with his cute neighbor.

The homemade Christmas cookies might push him the rest of the way.

"crashing through the snow". au: personal trainer!wz, model!mg. oneshot, 28k. r. ♡

Mingyu wasn't just trapped in a cabin with a stranger. He was trapped in a cabin with a devastatingly attractive stranger with a cute laugh and soft voice and gentle hands, a stranger that had saved Mingyu's life and was asking nothing in return, and Mingyu realized, in that moment, that his heart was going to put him in terrible, terrible trouble for this.

VERKWAN

"sundried". au. oneshot, 11k. nc-17.

Seungkwan and Hansol go on a day trip and sort out their something.

"i'm ready for the ride". au, rule 63. twoshot, 12.7k. nc-17. ♡

"Seungkwan," Hansol stared in disbelief. "With all due respect, I think you may have just been having bad sex your whole life."

Heaving a deep sigh and ignoring the burning in her cheeks, Seungkwan admitted, very quietly,

“If I'm being honest, it’s not just in… sex. Even by myself, I’ve never…”

“Oh. Well, that’s easy. I can help you.”

OTHER

"my forever is you". hoshi/woozi/dk. hunger games!au. oneshot, 9k. r. ♡

jihoon would do anything for his boys. treason pales in comparison to losing them.

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vaderkin-is-a-lightning-rod · 5 months ago

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Hello everyone!!

We’ve got a lot of amazing pieces of art and fictions for the Vaderkin Creative Exchange 2024! I’m super proud of all of you. 💜

On this day, until the 31 August...

🎊 🎉 🎨 THE CREATIVE FESTIVAL OFFICIALLY OPEN 🎨 🎉 🎊

For the artists and writers who had this idea for one of the prompt they received but didn’t have time to make it — this is the occasion!

For creators who missed the deadline and wanted to join the event — this is the occasion!

For people inspired by one of the drawings, or by one of the fanfiction scenes — this is the occasion!

How to participate?

On Tumblr: Tag your work Vaderkin Creative Festival 2024, precise the work that inspired your art, and mention the server blog @vaderkin-is-a-lightning-rod so we can repost you.

On AO3: Tag your work Vaderkin Creative Festival 2024, precise the work that inspired your art, and add your work to the vaderkin_creative_exchange_2024 collection

This is an event to give you the chance to draw fanarts or write fanfiction on the amazing creations this event produced. You don’t need to have signed up to the event nor receive / made a gift for it. You can make a fic or an art inspired by a fic which itself was inspired by another art, make a fanwork inspired by an art of the event, and begin an art fight! The only limit, is that it must be linked in some way to one of the event works.

Basically, be inspired, draw, write, and have fun! 🥳

Vaderkin Creative Exchange 2024 Masterlist

Fanfiction

Sáinnithe by @sinvulkt for @squad-724

Field of Dreams by @fanfictasia , TiranaSorki for @mina-jamsin-derulo

Letters by @fanfictasia , TiranaSorki for @mina-jamsin-derulo

Dying Stars by @fanfictasia , AminaGila for @acryliccassetteart

Heaven Swallowed the Smoke by AshCatchem for @nightingalewritings

As Everything Burns by @fanfictasia , RivanaRita for @zero-max

Paths by @wisechaosglitter for @sunrisemcashao3

Eyes on Ahsoka by @rinn-e for @mina-jamsin-derulo

Beyond the Stars: The Enduring Legacy of a Galactic Hero, 20 Years Later by Squidwonder for @tramp-fiction

grudging sacrifices by @unlikecharlie for @cinderfeather

just like a photograph by @withyourrhythm for @omaano

Is this the droid you want to die on? by @adragonsfriend for @ladyv-aka-via

Flightless by @ravenite-void for @fancyfrey

Fragments of a Dynasty by @tantive404 for @ravenite-void

Under the Moonlight by cherrycourage for @artmelody

Present, Past, and Future by @wendingways for @mina-jamsin-derulo

knowing how it goes (but never how to stop it) by MillionLights for @vandervoiz

The Restless Devourer by @vandervoiz for @sinvulkt

in thousands of agonies - i exist by @femmefangirl for @asteral-feileacan

Brillant and Blue by @nightingalewritings for @sinvulkt

In Common by @pat-the-togorian for @fanfictasia , RivanaRita

Angel of Fire by @asteral-feileacan for @starlesssky72

How to date a Time Traveling Jedi (quickest routes, no shortcuts) by @zero-max for @yatsukisakura

Don't Look Them in the Eye by @cinderfeather for @piroporopi

Art

A Scar In the Eye and [Panel 2] by @piroporopi for @vandervoiz

Alone by my side by @nightingalewritings for @tantive404

In from the desert by @nightingalewritings for @adragonsfriend

Vaderkin Creative Exchange 2024 art by @jarenka for @rinn-e

They were great and a family by @ravenite-void for Melly (ao3)

Through time and into darkness by @ravenite-void for @wendingways

Art for Vaderkin creative exchange 2024, The Winter Picnic and Art #2 by @wendingways for @unlikecharlie

[ART] Your Mistake by @asteral-feileacan for @fanfictasia , Tirana

No Respite From The Past and A Cord Unsevered by @vandervoiz for @letitrainathousandflames

Artwork by @artmelody for @pat-the-togorian

Vader kidnapped, Disaster trio (or with Padmé) being a family, Eldritch Dragon Anakin, Anakin transforms, horrified and Vaderkin falling from the sky by @fancyfrey for @sinvulkt

Beginning at the end by @mina-jamsin-derulo for @artmelody

Eyes on the future by @mina-jamsin-derulo for @christina-stark-skarlet-stileto

Until The Night Ends by @mina-jamsin-derulo for SquidWonder

Artwork by @starlessskys-artblog for @ravenite-void

The Clone Wars: 20 Years Later! Exclusive Interview with General Anakin Skywalker-Amidala by @tramp-fiction for @wisechaosglitter

To protect, Anakin... Or Vader?, Blob Vader get BOOPED and Surrender by @sinvulkt-art for @cinderfeather

The restless devourer, The dark wyrm, The puppeteer by @sinvulkt-art for MillionLights (ao3)

Anakin and Fives shenanigans by @omaano for @fanfictasia , Amina

Of Shotguns and Band-aids by @zero-max for @asteral-feileacan

Artwork by @ladyv-aka-via for @shevek

Massive Mer Ani by @squad-724 for @zero-max

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all-the-things-2020 · 1 year ago

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Summary: When you land on a backwater planet for a routine job, your feelings for your bounty hunter boss are revealed, thanks to a local holiday tradition.

Rating: PG-13 (implied sexual activity but everything happens off screen)

Notes: This was written in 2020, before we knew Grogu’s name. I wrote it for the Pedros12DaysofChristmas gift exchange on tumblr as a gift for @djarinslover.

Word count: 3600+

Tags: @morallyinept Jett, please add to your Festive Fic Rec List 🎄❄️🎁

The wind whipped across the plain that lay outside the little town. You huddled into your coat, which was not thick enough for this weather. Din’s cape plastered itself to his back and the Child he carried whined at the cold. “It’s not far,” Din said. “I’ll keep you warm, kid.” The green child snuggled closer and made an inquiring noise. “And we’ll get something to eat. I promise.” The Child cooed and snuggled closer, his tiny clawed hand clutching at the smooth beskar of Din’s breastplate. You marveled at how well the two communicated, considering the Child couldn’t talk yet. Of course, you and Din were often able to communicate without words, even though his face was always hidden by his helmet.

The ramp rumbled closed behind you as the three of you made your way to the gate of the town. It was another nondescript settlement on a nondescript planet; somewhere that should have been a safe hiding place for a being on the run, but Din was a relentless hunter and very rarely failed to find his quarry. You were surprised that he hadn’t simply left you and the Child on board while he checked out this new lead, but you had learned not to question him when it came to bounty hunting. That was his area of expertise, not yours.

There was a gateway of sorts over the road into town, and it was bedecked with boughs of some evergreen plant that smelled spicy and stringent. Bunches of red and white berries were tied here and there with bright yellow ribbons.

You stepped a bit closer to Din as you entered the town. The houses looked empty, although some had colorful lights hanging in the windows, and most of them had boughs hanging over the door frame. “Where is everyone?” you asked, disconcerted by the lack of people and the empty echoes of your feet against the walls.

Din shifted the Child in his arms and grunted. “Must be in the center of town for the festival,” he said briefly.

“Festival?”

He nodded, but kept walking. “It’s the Midyear Festival. Winter solstice or something like that. I thought the kid might enjoy seeing it.” He dug in his pocket and pulled out a small pouch of credits, which he handed to you. “There’s sure to be some food for sale. Maybe you can find him a toy or something, keep him from stealing the knob off my gearshift all the time.”

You hid your smile, knowing that Din would just get brusque and dismissive if he saw it. You took the pouch and slipped it into the inside pocket of your coat. “And it gives you a good excuse to be here, too,” you said. “Bringing the kid to see the festival. Who’d be suspicious of that?”

Din turned his helmeted head slightly and you just knew he was rolling his eyes at you; the man could convey a full range of emotions with just a tilt of the head or shift in body weight. You’d learned to read him well during your time aboard the Razor Crest. You just wondered what it would take to get him to express the emotions you were almost certain were lurking just underneath the surface of what he’d allow himself to feel.

The town square was packed with beings of all kinds, eating and drinking and shopping at the booths that had sprung up around the perimeter. They were all decked out with the same evergreen boughs and berries. Din handed the Child to you. “Here, find him something to eat and look around at the wares,” he said. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. It shouldn’t take me long to get the information I need and then we can move on.”

You held the Child close as the two of you watched Din walk away, his cape swaying behind him as he strode across the square. He didn’t have to weave his way through the crowd; they parted in front of him. You felt a swell of … not exactly pride, since it was mixed with a healthy dose of lust ...Din looked good as always, and you had to remind yourself that so far he’d treated you as no more than a crewmate.

“Come on, kiddo,” you said once Din had been swallowed up by the crowd. “Let’s get you something yummy to eat.”

The Child made it clear that he wanted one of the large, sugar dusted cookies that several children were carrying around, and you quickly found the booth that was selling them. You purchased two and found a place to sit down. You and the Child nibbled at your treats, watching everyone in their festival finery. “They sure are dressed up, aren’t they?” you said. The Child continued to munch on his cookie, but he pricked his ears up, so you knew he was listening. “Think we’ll ever have money to waste on fancy clothes like that? Yeah, probably not. Your dad’s pretty tight with the purse strings. And fuel and ship repairs are expensive.” You sighed. Life was better now that you were traveling with the Mandalorian and his strange little foundling, but it was never easy in this part of the galaxy.

Once the cookies were gone (and part of yours might have mysteriously found its way into the kid’s hands), you picked the Child up and wandered around the square, looking at the sights. At one booth, you found an assortment of wooden toys which you found charming but which barely got a glance from the Child. What he did like were the shiny ornaments that hung from a large bough in the next booth over.

“Those look awfully fragile, kiddo,” you said doubtfully.

“But you would be wrong,” said the young woman behind the counter at the booth. “They are made of durasteel, hand painted and beautiful, but guaranteed to withstand the wildest gaggle of children and/or beasts.” She took down the one that had caught the Child’s eye, a silvery globe just big enough for both of his little hands to grasp, painted all over with geometric shapes in a brilliant azure blue. As the Child reached desperately for it, you knew you’d never hear the end of it if you didn’t get it for him.

“How much?” you asked, sure it was going to be outrageously priced and Din would be mad at you for spending so much on a useless bauble.

“Five credits,” the woman said. She tilted her head, taking in your patched trousers and the raggedy hem on the Child’s robe. “Let’s say four. Can’t let a kid go without a Midyear present, can we?”

You would have gladly paid five, but bit your tongue. A credit saved was a credit earned, after all. You handed over the money and the Child cooed as he examined the beautiful ball in his hands.

“And what about for you?” the young woman asked. “Do you have your sprig of laramin yet?”

“My sprig of what?” you asked.

She nodded. “Figured you for an offworlder,” she said, reaching up to pull a bundle of blue and white leaves down from a rack at the back of the stall. “Laramin,” she said, holding it out to you. “Almost sold out, so you’re just in time.” She held it up above her head. “It’s a tradition. At midnight on Midyear Day, you try to get your sweetheart under the laramin. Legend has it, if you kiss them under the laramin leaves at midnight, they’ll love you forever.” She gave you an appraising look. “I saw you come into the square with that tall fellow in the shiny armor. I’ll bet you’d like to get him under the laramin.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes, but still asked the price of the bundle of leaves. One credit, and she threw in some silver ribbon to hang it from. “Little guy might want to play with it, after. Since it matches his ornament and all,” she said. You thanked her and tucked the sprig of laramin in your pocket next to the credit pouch.

You took another turn around the square, but the Child only had eyes for his ball, and soon you settled back down on a bench to wait for Din. You’d bought a couple more of those cookies, but hidden them away from the Child. You wanted to save at least one for Din, although who knew when he’d have a chance to eat it. He always snatched a bite here or there when you and the kid were asleep or busy.

Finally, you saw his shiny helmet weaving its way through the crowd, swiveling back and forth as he scanned the crowd for you. You suppressed the urge to stand up and wave; Din was a skilled hunter and he’d find you and the Child easily enough. Besides, you didn’t want to seem desperate or anything. You thought guiltily of the sprig of leaves in your pocket and your face got hot. It was ridiculous and a waste of money, but at least you’d saved the credit you spent on it when the vendor cut the price on the Child’s bauble.

Din reached you. “Come on,” he said, motioning for you to stand. He picked up the Child, who held out his new treasure for inspection. “Hmm … very nice, buddy. You do like shiny things, don’t you?” The Child chirped his agreement and returned to admiring the blue and silver ornament. Din turned to you. “Did you get yourself anything?”

You were flustered. “Um, I bought the kid and me each a cookie earlier, and I got a few more to take with us. So you can have one later. They’re pretty good.” You were rambling, but you didn’t want to admit you’d bought the laramin sprig. You’d toss it in the trash compactor when you got back to the ship.

Din simply nodded and began to walk. “We can stay overnight and head after the quarry in the morning,” he said as you followed him through the crowd. “I don’t think he’ll be on the move for a while, according to the intel I got.”

The ship was quiet and cold when you arrived, but that was normal. It just seemed darker than usual because you’d come from the brightly lit festival. Din closed up the ramp and busied himself with a check of his arsenal. “Keep an eye on the kid,” he said. “He’ll probably be busy with his new toy, but still, I don’t want him getting near the weapons.”

You nodded and took the Child into the tiny bunk where he and Din slept. The Child had a hammock strung from the ceiling; the sleeping area took up the entire bottom of the bunk, which you secretly thought looked more like a storage closet than a bedroom, but it wasn’t your ship. Your own sleeping area was a pile of blankets on top of a foam pad tucked behind some crates between the main hold and the carbonite freezer. It wasn’t fancy, but at least you had more room than Din and the kid had.

You sat with your back to the bunk entrance, with the Child in front of you, so he was blocked from getting out. The little womp rat was stealthy and you’d learned that unless you could see him at all times, he was capable of slipping past you and getting into trouble. Right now, though, he was enthralled with his new shiny toy and happy to sit and burble at it. You slid the packet of cookies out of your pocket, worried they would get crushed. The Child perked up at the sight of them, but you said, “Not right now. Wait until your dad’s done, then we’ll all have one, okay?” His ears drooped a bit, but he returned to the toy with only a tiny sigh.

You also pulled out the credit pouch. You would return it to Din when you gave him his cookie. The sprig of laramin came with it, the silver ribbon tangled around the pouch.

“What’s that?”

Din was almost as sneaky as his little green kid. “Oh, just a decoration,” you said, hiding your face by looking down at the Child. “The girl who sold us the ornament insisted I take one. No charge.” You dropped the laramin on the bed and held out the pouch. “Here’s what’s left of your credits.”

Din held out his gloved hand and took the pouch gently. He didn’t open it, or even test its weight, even though you knew he was always careful with his money. “Don’t lie to me,” he said firmly.

“What?”

“I told you when you came aboard, I don’t tolerate lying,” he said, tucking the credit pouch back into a pocket. “I know what that is.” He pointed at the bedraggled bunch of laramin leaves. “It’s some sort of love charm or something, isn’t it?”

You took a deep breath before you spoke. “It’s a decoration,” you repeated. “You hang it up and if you can kiss your sweetheart under it at midnight on Midyear Day, then the legend says they’ll love you forever. It’s silly. I just took it because the girl insisted. We can throw it away.”

You reached for the leaves, ready to crumble them into a wad, but Din was faster. He picked up the bundle and dangled it over your head by the silver ribbon. “No, let’s hang it up,” he said. “We could use some decoration in this old bucket.” You turned around in the bunk, wondering what he was going to do.

He reached up and tied the ribbon over an exposed girder. “There,” he said. “Festive, don’t you think?” Then he turned abruptly and headed up the ladder to the cockpit.

“What was that all about?” you asked the Child, who had crept up beside you. He stared at you for a moment, then shrugged and went back to admiring his ball.

You could hear Din moving around up in the cockpit but he wasn’t planning to move the ship until morning. Had he gotten embarrassed by the laramin? Was he trying to pretend nothing had happened to spare your feelings? You’d tried your best to hide your attraction to him, but the man was a hunter; he noticed details. He was probably well aware of the way you watched him, the way your eyes lingered over certain parts of his anatomy as he moved. And you were sure he knew how you tensed up when he moved close to you, how hard you resisted leaning into his touch when he laid a hand on your shoulder. You looked up at the wilted sprig of laramin, just hanging there mocking you.

It was getting late, so you arranged your bed, which usually got messed up during the day, either from the movements of the ship as it flew, or the feet of the Child, who pattered around the hold when he got restless. The kid slowly followed you, his eyes starting to droop. When he yawned, you scooped him up and tucked him into his hammock. “Your dad will be down pretty soon,” you told him, even though you didn’t know what the hell Din was doing up there.

With the kid in bed, and Din busy, you pulled off your boots and got ready to crawl into your nest of blankets. You had just untied the string that held your hair back out of your face when you heard Din’s boots on the ladder. You looked up. He glanced briefly at you and then ducked into the bunk. Oh, well.

“Here,” Din said, suddenly looming over you. He was holding out a scrap of old blanket.

“What?” You took the piece of fabric, wondering what was going on.

“Put it on,” he said curtly, making a circling motion around his head. “Cover your eyes.”

“Um, okay,” you said, twisting the fabric and wrapping it around your face. You tied it behind your head. It was an effective blindfold; you couldn’t see a thing through it’s tight weave.

“Good,” Din said. He reached out and took your hand. “Stand up.” When you did, he moved his hand to your shoulder. “Over here.”

You shuffled after him in your stocking feet. The floor of the hold was cold and hard through your socks. Din carefully adjusted your position and then stood quietly. “What’s going on?” you asked, but he shushed you.

“Almost time,” he said. When the alarm on his chronometer beeped, you heard him take a deep breath, followed by the click and slight hiss of his helmet being detached. You held your breath. Was he … was he really …

A gloved hand stroked your cheek and slid behind your head, holding it steady. “I’m not sure how to do this,” Din said quietly. His voice wasn’t distorted by the vo-coder in the helmet and you heard a nervous quaver in it. “I’ve … I’ve never done this before,” he whispered.

Your heart was pounding. It was happening. “That’s okay,” you said softly. “Just do what feels right.” You lifted your hand to touch his face, the face you’d imagined so many times. You gently traced the curve of his cheek, the sharp ridge of his nose, the soft pillows of his lips. You felt his breath hitch as you slid your fingers back and forth against his lips. Then he brushed your hand out of the way and pressed those lips against yours.

It was everything you had imagined, and more. His lips were soft and clumsy as he kissed you, his fingers tightening in your hair as he held your head in place. You lifted your other hand to the back of his neck and ran your fingers through his hair, giving a gentle tug as he pulled back from the kiss. “How was that?” he asked breathlessly.

“Not bad,” you said. “But you definitely need practice.” You pulled him closer and kissed him harder, sliding your tongue along the seam between his lips, until he parted them and you were able to deepen the kiss. When your tongue darted into his mouth, he gasped and his free arm wrapped around your waist. You responded by pressing your body against his armored chest, wishing he’d shed more than his helmet.

After a few minutes, you came up for air. “Happy Midyear,” Din said, his voice raspy.

You laughed and pressed your head against his shoulder pauldron. “Was that my present?” you teased.

“The first of many, I hope,” Din said hesitantly. “I … I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time. I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way about me, but when I saw the laramin sprig, I thought, what the hell.” His arms tightened around you and pulled you closer to him, squishing you against his armored body.

“Is the kid asleep?” you asked.

“I think so,” he replied. “I closed the door to the bunk.”

You chuckled. “Good idea. He doesn’t need to see this.” You pulled Din’s head down for another kiss, and started backing toward where you thought your bed was. Din steered you by the shoulders until you felt the edge of your foam pad under your feet.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked.

“Yes,” you said. “I’ve been dying to find out what’s under all that beskar.” He laughed and kissed you again.

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When you woke the next morning, you were alone. Your blindfold was gone. Your clothes were folded neatly on a crate next to your bed. You could hear Din talking softly to the Child in the cockpit.

You got up carefully, stiff and sore in places that hadn’t seen much activity recently. You got dressed and made your way to the ‘fresher. After you’d splashed a little water on your face, you climbed the ladder to the cockpit.

“Good morning,” Din said quietly. He was in the pilot’s seat, the Child perched on his lap, watching as he entered coordinates and ran through the pre-launch sequence. The new durasteel ball was clutched in the Child’s hand and the knob had been returned to the lever where it belonged.

“Good morning,” you replied. Din waved you closer and as you came alongside the chair, he slid his hand to the small of your back. You leaned down to greet the Child, who babbled to you about something.

Din sat back in the pilot’s seat. He gently placed the Child on the floor. “Get in your chair and buckle in,” he told the small creature. As the kid toddled toward his seat, Din tilted his helmet up to look at you. His hand returned to your waist. “Last night …,” he began.

You cut him off. “It’s okay if it was just the holiday,” you said. “It’s okay if it never happens again.”

He shook his head. “No, it … it wasn’t just the holiday. I’d like it to happen again. It’s just … I can’t let you see my face. It will have to be like that.” His hand slid gently up and down against your back.

You leaned over him and pressed a kiss against the cold beskar of his helmet. “It’s fine,” you said. “I know how important The Way is to you. I would never ask you to abandon it.”

Din was silent for a long moment, then nodded his head. He pulled away from you. “Okay, then. You’d better get buckled in. We’re taking off in two minutes.”

You took your seat next to the Child. Din finished the last few checks and pressed a button to ignite the engines. As the ship began to lift off the surface, you noticed something dangling above the control panel, jiggling with the vibrations of the ship. A bedraggled sprig of blue and white leaves, tied tightly with a silver ribbon.

#the mandalorian #star wars #grogu #baby yoda #fanfic #din djarin #holiday themed #friends to lovers #din djarin x reader #din Djarin fluff #tooth rotting fluff #festive fic rec list

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iwriteasfotini · 1 month ago

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Alright, second fic rec of the day and this one I'm recommending specifically for @calmlyerratic but truly anyone who wants some really warm fuzzy Marauders holiday vibes... It is by @everythingsbetterunderthestars and is updating daily until the 25. I mean does it get any better than that? Believe it or not, yes. Yes it does.

It is an AU based on the movie The Holiday (the one with Kate Winslet, Jude Law, Cameron Diaz, and Jack Black). Now for those who know this movie, just think about it. Take a moment and ponder the brilliance of this author. I am dying. I am screaming and waving my arms. I am already an emotional wreck and we are only two chapters in. Don't worry this one isn't out to hurt you. It's hitting hard only because I know the movie very well and the Marauders characters fit into the movie plot so beautifully.

I am so excited to follow this one through the 2024 holiday season!

#jegulus #wolfstar #fic rec #the holiday #regulus black #remus lupin #james potter #sirius black #festive #fanfic #holiday season #christmas #holidays #merry christmas

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html-tryhard · 17 days ago

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hello Ao3 HTML users-- tis I the person with the Ao3 HTML masterpost. I recently co-wrote a fic with the most HTML I've ever used, and I thought the fine people here would appreciate it. It's an epistolary fic (told through a collection of documents) based around the game Phasmophobia. Please enjoy and I wish you luck on your future HTML endeavors!

This is EXTREMELY cool! I've only skimmed through it but that's a ton of different CSS you're using, and a ton of different types of media. I can only imagine how much time that took you.

Also thanks for your extremely detailed and organized HTML masterposts! You are doing a service 🫡

#answered asks #ao3 #htmltryhard #html fic rec #epistolary fiction #you could always join us in the html festivities in january 👀

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beefrobeefcal · 1 year ago

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toxicanonymity aka Toxy

@toxicanonymity has been here right form the get go. Every time I posted anything that seemed remotely self deprecating, they were in my inbox, waggling their finger and hollering encouragement and praise my way. You wouldn't know it by their presence in your blog, but they're a big deal around here with their scrumptious takes on Joel - each iteration is its own treat (you can safely assume each fic is Joel or Joel related on this list). Picking ONLY 5 of Toxy's work is down right hard and unfair and I am sorry I can't pick them all because of these stupid rules I made.

It's with their support that I'm continually writing and moving forward, and it with their friendship that I feel like I belong.

Thank you, Toxy!

My-hat-is-off-won't-you-stand-up-&-take-a-bow regards,

Beefro👌🥩💜

Here's my Top 5 of @toxicanonymity 's work:

Slasher Joel series - Joel Miller

I was never really into the slasher genre... until this. I cannot get enough. I love it. The unhinged Joel, his batshit mom, the endless scenarios this could go... it's hot and leaves me wanting SO. MUCH. MORE.

Leopard Print - Joel & Tommy Miller

UNF. This was hotter than I could have imagined and sent me on a downward spiral into a pit of goo. Do yourself a favour and read it.

Raider Joel series - Joel Miller

What is there to say about this series? Toxy and Raider Joel go hand in hand in my mind and aren't we all the better for it? This is peak gruff Joel right here, and leaves me feeling like a smol bean [spoiler: I am not a smol bean] needing to be manhandled and thrown around a bit.

Left in Lincoln - Joel Miller

I'm sorry to say that I slept on this one for too long. It was at the behest of a few moots that I finally read it and dag nabbit... I shouldn't have waited! It's so good! In terms of writing and craft, this is my favourite of Toxy's.

Night Walks series - Joel Miller

Now speaking of favourites, this is it for me. Yes, LiL is a literary champ, but this... fuck me sideways and call me Shirley. I don't know of it's because i love a sleazy man who gets high (hello youth!) or if it's the way I see myself is Reader's lame attempts to keep him at bay, but this is my ride or die of the ToxicJoel's.

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

Vampire Joel

Just the Tip

Stuffing

Stepdad

Thigh's Out

#friend of beefro fic rec #toxicanonymity #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal tummy #pedro pascal fanfiction #rec a fic festival 2023 #beefro is blessed #🥩

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aro-aizawa · 1 month ago

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hi yes i am once again incredibly emotional about the genuine best mha fic out there, Why Are We Here Again? by cloud_nine_and_three_quarters.

it has the literal best interpretation of the heroes vs villains society and the impact that has on the vulnerable. it's also full of 1-a shenanigans where they go feral. but its also about hope and its abt overcoming all that society throws at the kids, and making a better world for everyone despite everything. i love it so much i have reread it genuinely over a dozen times and every single time i get hit with emotions when i finish it because it just never misses a single beat. it's so tightly knit and masterfully written there are almost no loose ends.

here's the tvtropes page for it if you wanna browse

#shut up danni's talking #i genuinely want everyone who reads mha fic to give this one a go because its so good #its also hilarious btw #1-a get into all kinds of shenanigans in regular fics but in this one half of them are deliquents #and they're being egged on by the world's best mischief enabler midoriya izuku who is the ringleader of the circus #i cannot even begin to emphasize how much i adore this fic #i also highly recommend their other fics too!#they have three others i think tho i've only read two of them #the ones i read and rec are mystery of student number 18 and canary #i actually started following them while they posted student 18 which is where izuku gets comotised pre-ua #but he uses ofa to attend ua as a ghost w the school holding his place for him until he wakes up #then they posted canary which is where izuku has a quirk that gives him a power depending on what song he's singing #its a mentor present mic fic which is really cool and izuku becomes a radio star and turns the sports festival into a music festival #both of them are great for different reasons

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lotusflowerbreakingthesurface · 11 months ago

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𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐗𝐢𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐬 𝟏𝟎𝟔-𝟏𝟎𝟗:

𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝑷𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒚 槐安国师/槐安鸽师/𝑯𝑨𝑮𝑺

Happy Lunar New Year 2024!! 🎊🐉

【麒麟从此年年常在，无邪无忧岁岁平安】

“From now on, Qilin will always be there every year. May you be innocent and safe every year.”

—(mtl)

Sorry, it's a bit late, but here are the fic recs no. 106 to 109 "Restart Window Paper Series". These fics are closely related to each other. There is a recommended reading order by the writer:

《悬崖》 "Cliff" → 《命蛊》 "Fate Gu" → 《深海以下》 "Below the Deep Sea" → 《敦伦之乐》 "The Joy of Dunlun*" (Bonus 🚗)

① [PX Fic Rec 106] 悬崖 "Cliff"

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜: This fic fills the scene after NPSS's statement that he got drunk and changed the story. It starts from when Pangzi entered the calling spring from tulou, and Wu Xie met Liu Sang. There are some additional PingXie scenes and other necessary changes for the sake of the plot.

② [PX Fic Rec 107] 命蛊 "Fate Gu"

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: T | 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: Complete | 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞: Chinese | 𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡: 30 Chapters | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Canon Setting—Restart and Yucun (Notes in Rain Village), Clear Water, Window Paper, HE | 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜: Wu Xie's First Person POV, Action/Adventure, Ambiguous Relationship, Life Span

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜: This fic is a continuation from 《悬崖》 "Cliff". After their last adventure in Restart, Iron Triangle came back to Yucun. How𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜:𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜:ever, for some reason, Xiaoge and Fatty's wound couldn't heal for a long time. In order to find the cure, they once again embarked in a new adventure. The main topic of this fic is the life span matter and it is solved here.

③ [PX Fic Rec 108] 深海以下 "Below the Deep Sea"

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: T | 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: Complete + Extra | 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞: Chinese | 𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡: 22 Chapters + 8 Extras | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Canon Setting—Ten Years, Restart, and Yucun (Notes in Rain Village), Pierce the Window Paper, Dual POV, HE | 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜: Wu Xie's First Person POV, Zhang Qiling's First Person POV

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜: After Zhang Qiling came back, he took it for granted that he and Wu Xie were already together, but Wu Xie mistakenly thought that the other party was straight and insists that he was actually straight too. To make it worse, Wu Xie didn’t dare to ask or say anything about it.

"Last question, what is the deepest place on the seabed?"

I thought for a while and said, "How do I know this? With the current modern technology, it is still impossible to explore such a deep place, and whether there is a deeper place is also an unknown field. It is estimated that only the sea itself knows."

"Do you understand?" The fat man looked at me and gestured upwards with his hands, "What can be measured and seen is the part that is exposed. The part that is most hidden..." He poked me with his finger, "Only the sea knows."

④ [PX Fic Rec 109] 敦伦之乐 "The Joy of Dunlun*"

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜: This part is also the first extra story of 《深海以下》 "Below the Deep Sea".

Before having a relationship, I regarded sex as optional. Although I occasionally had thoughts, I was not sure whether both of us were ready.

Until one night, I had a s*xual impulse towards Wu Xie.

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐞: PingXie Only

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧: It's really really worth to read! The overall story is great 💖 The plot is not too fast or too slow, and the whole thing makes sense. I think PingXie is a type of ship where everything needs to be taken slowly, it's easy to become greasy if you don't write it carefully... and the writer really did a good job, even Xiaoge's smut part doesn't feel out of place. The double perspective is also impressive, I can feel Xiaoge's strong and independent personality here. I mean that he always has his own thought, even in canon, he isn't the type of character who likes to follow along blindly without thinking. He comes to this point because he wants to do so, he always has his own reason to do something. It's just that Wu Xie's perspective make it difficult to know what Xiaoge is thinking. This is one of the best window paper fics I've ever read! (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Dunlun means s*x between husband and wife, more info here.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝:

Lofter (the search function doesn't work properly on web, so I give you the archive page link instead).

Or go to the writer's Weibo.

For the 🚗 part, AO3 is also available.

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