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Wake Me From This Dreaming

(Part 15, Part A)

Word count: 11k total

Hypnos x WMFTD!Y/N

Warnings: violent, trauma, death, getting rid of a body, Pyrrhus, for offscreen birthing, no beta

Notes: I got the internet back! So now I can feel safe posting the fic without worrying about something going wrong. For the ease of reading I am going to break this into two parts. And we are likely reaching the end of WMFTD, although I don’t know how many parts will be left. Then I will follow up with WMFTD’s sequel.

I hope you guys enjoy this! Thank you everyone for taking the journey with me and I hope it lives up to expectations!

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A breeze swept across the valley, bringing a sharp chill with it. Wildflowers swayed and danced in busts of brilliant colors amidst the tall grass and the sun shined on, causing the small lakes to reflect the everblue skies above it.

It was a beautiful day and you stared out the valley in a daze, your cheek throbbing and darking into a bruise. There was some bleeding from where the sticks had broken your skin, soaking into your tunic. Some of the cuts will likely scar.

Another pained scream broke the stillness. You winced at the sound of Khariklo’s pained wail, very aware of how useless you were in this moment.

The baby was coming, and all you could do was wait.

At least you weren’t inside with her and Patroclus. You would have only been able to stare like a dumb fish out of the water. Chiron was there as well, not willing to leave his wife's side after what happened. You shifted against the rough bark of the tree, trying not to glance at the dead body of the centaur among the rose bushes.

You were strong but even you needed help moving something so heavy.

Khariklo wailed again, her cry breaking into sobs. You had seen animals give birth and knew when one of the servants was in the process of giving life but you never were close enough to hear it so clearly.

Was it always this horrible to listen to?

“Let me see, my lad.” Achilles ordered as he joined you. There were more rags, a waterskin and a jar of medicine that reeked in his hands. You swallowed and sat up straighter, turning your head to the side.

Achilles was careful as he studied your face, clasping your chin in gentle fingers.

“Just some tiny scratches.” You tried, but Achilles shot you a cool look. It wasn’t as effective as Pa’s but it was enough to shut you up.

“Take the top half off, we need to get this cleaned.” He ordered. His voice was gruff but not unkind.

You obeyed with a grumble and winced at the sharp burn. Dozens of bloody cuts and bruises littered your arms and shoulders and back. The centaurs had whipped you with sticks as you covered Khariklo’s body with your own.

Achilles grimaced, “I’m sorry, son.”

“It’s fine.” You replied, not able to look at him or anything else. You kept your eyes on a nearby poppy. It swayed gently, its scarlet face turned to the sun. “I handled it. I remembered what you taught me.”

Your father was quiet for a moment then in a thick voice, “Good.”

Then he cleaned quickly with a rag and with a groan, he applied the sticky salve. Even with a soft touch, it burned. You made a sound of disgust at the combination of how the medicine felt against your skin and the smell.

“Your Pa always had the stronger stomach for these kinds of things.” Achilles joked as he checked over his work then nodded to himself. He moved back, settling next to you.

“How Khariklo?” You asked with a hiss as the medicine started to work. You tried to ignore it, the only thing that mattered right now was Khariklo.

It was supposed to be an easy morning, training already done and all of the chores were being taken care of ahead of time so Khariklo didn’t have to worry about anything else but the upcoming birth.

You had gone up to the garden to see if she needed anything before you would leave for most of the afternoon to check on the traps. Only the drunken centaurs found her first.

You made sure none of the damn animals took her, even hard as they tried to. Monsters, you thought with hate in your heart. She was pregnant and helpless and they had no right to even look at her, let alone try to drag her into the woods.

Your parents and Chiron had found you and Khariklo after one of the centaurs were already dead and you had chased the others off. You had stared at them, unseeing their faces, your hands bloody and chest heaving.

Khariklo shook in Chiron’s arms but she was alive and unharmed.

It must have been the stress or something because immediately afterwards, Khariklo’s water broke.

“She is stronger than I realize.” Achilles said quietly. “And you are as well. You did good, lad. You did real good.”

You nodded, a flush of pride growing in your chest. It was rare for your Father to praise anyone and you soaked it in. Feeling exhausted, you leaned against Achilles’ shoulder and closed your eyes.

It will be alright. You and Khariklo and everyone will be okay. The baby too.

You wouldn’t accept anything else.

You never realized how warm -how perfect- Hypnos’s cheerful voice was.

The great house was painfully empty.

You added in kindling to coax the flames to grow, to flood the room with its heat and warm light. The constellations shined as the light grew, but the figure in the bed remained unmoved, save for the slow rise and fall of his chest.

Hypnos still haven’t woken up.

The flames consumed the kindling quickly, filling the hearth with light. You stayed there, watching it for a long moment. Your ears strained for any movement, waiting to hear a sleepy greeting that hadn’t come yet.

“Rest.” Thanatos said quietly. “He just needs rest.”

You stood, turning to face Thanatos. The god looked exhausted, but there was a resoluteness in those pale golden eyes. It was the complete opposite of Hypnos’ eyes, round and warm and perfect.

“It must have been about a week now.” You spoke in a hoarse voice. As days passed, you spoke less and less. Even when your parents have tried to get you to talk, you keep your response monosyllabic, unable to muster up the effort.

Thanatos nodded, his mouth twisted into a grim line.

You glanced at the bed. Hypnos was on his back, surrounded by lush pillows and covered up by a pile of blankets. Monie next to his head, the little stuffed sheep just as watchful as you were.

He should have looked comfortable except you knew how Hypnos really slept.

Hypnos liked to curl up, his hands tucked under his cheeks or with Monie in his arms or holding on to you. His legs would tuck between your legs, tangling together and his curls brush against your nose, his form warm and soft against yours.

This was wrong.

You resisted to go over, to make it right.

“Time. It is all we can give him.” Thanatos said. You nodded, not really agreeing.

You should have finished the job, Pyrrhus still hasn't paid for his crimes. You no longer cared if he was driven to madness, if you saw him again you were going to drown him in the river Lethe like you had originally thought about and be done with it.

It would have been so easy. The river was right there, if it had just been you found him- you sighed.

“Has Master Hades decided on his punishment yet?” You asked, rubbing your forehead and Thanatos shook his head.

“He wants to talk to Hypnos personally before he does.” Thanatos paused, his eyes downcast. A private battle unknown to you. “It was the same when it happened to me. Master Hades doesn't take these matters lightly, Sir Y/N, and he wants Hypnos’s input over anyone else.”

His glance was pointed, a warning.

“Beside, sir Y/N, that shade isn’t resting easily. Megaera is making sure of that.” Thanatos finished. His tone was cold but satisfied. You bit back your true thoughts, that Megarea wouldn’t be able to come up with a punishment horrible enough to satisfy your own raging heart.

But nothing good will come from that. Hypnos also wouldn’t be pleased if you started another disagreement between you and Thanatos.

So you chuckled, unamused. “So I just sit here and do nothing.”

“Be here for my brother, mortal.” Thanatos ordered sharply. “That is the one thing you can do, so do it.”

You wanted to snap back but the fight in you was fading so you just nodded. Besides, you felt no real anger at Thanatos, not anymore. He had been the one to stay and watch over Hypnos with you as the others had come and gone.

Achilles, much to the distaste of Master Hades, had taken over his old duties with Patroclus guarding the house, side by side. Zagrues had been ‘volunteered’ for Hypnos’ old job.

From what you had been told, it was going rather poorly.

Hypnos stayed asleep, blissfully unaware of anything. His breathing was easy and slow. His magic however was alive and well. There was a heaviness to your body, and you even caught Thanatos holding back a yawn a few times.

“I have to return to my duties.” Thanatos’ mouth tightened. For the first time since you knew him, he seemed resentful of his calling. You wished Hypnos was awake to see it, no doubt he would get a kick out of it.

“I will let you know first if anything changes.” You offered up. If it comforted Thanatos, you wouldn’t know. His face was calm, as if untouched from the offering of the olive branch.

“Good.” Was all he said before he vanished.

You waited for a beat, making sure you were really alone before you allowed your weakness to show, your body slumping.

Each of your steps were too loud in the quiet room, a mockery of a heartbeat. On the first day, you had placed the chair against his bed so you and others would have a place to sit when visiting Hypnos.

You had thought it would be a temporary thing but now you feared it won’t be. Settling on it, you reached over, taking Hypnos’ hand in yours. You pressed a kiss against the cool skin - it should be warm, Hypnos was supposed to be warm- and lingered there, staring at his peaceful face.

He was beautiful like this, he always was. He truly was the god of sleep, he alone carried a type of peace that no other god could claim. The fan of his white eyelashes flush against his cheeks, his lips parted just so. His messy curls were soft and loose around his face.

You cupped his chin and gently turned him to face you. His curls fell in front of his closed eyes. Your thumb brushed along his cheek, your heart cracking into pieces.

“Your brother tells me you need rest, my love.” You whispered. “Take all you need, I will be here when you wake up. But gods, Hypnos. I miss you.”

Hypnos slept on.

The twilight brought no peace.

“We can’t leave the body.” You stated quietly. You didn’t need to be quiet, not with Khariklo’s exhausted sobs drifting on the wind. The sky was darkening, soft purple and blushing pinks fading into the stars.

The poppy’s red petals were still bright, defying the call of the night just for a little bit longer.

Achilles rubbed his nape, then sighed. “No. We can’t. They don’t come back for their dead. And she shouldn’t have to see it.”

You nodded, tugging at a blade of grass nervously. You remembered, even years later, even after trying to block it out and ignore the nightmare that chased after you, of what they did to the bodies of your fellow slaves. Bile filled in your throat and you swallowed.

You weren’t the one who stuffering right now. Khariklo had almost lost everything today. Chiron as well.

Your nails dug into the cool dirt, unable to think of anything else but limb bodies and fire-

A hand landed on your shoulder and gave a firm squeeze. Your head jerked up, meeting Achilles' blue eyes. He said nothing, his expression calm and sure. He understood.

Patroclus would have tried to talk about it, to reach in and smooth the hidden ache he saw in you. You knew it was to give you something he never had, a deep, unwavering parental love.

Achilles didn’t do the same. He stayed quiet. Not because of the lack of love. If anything, maybe he loved you too much.

Your Father stood and you followed. Dimly, you realized that you were almost eye-level with him. And you don’t know when that happened.

Achilles nodded, his resolve clear in his eyes.

You nodded back.

As you walked back to the garden, to where you fought, the poppy brushed against your skin.

Uncaring if the fire died, you stay in place by Hypnos’ bedside. His cool hand in yours, the flutter of his pulse was your only comfort.

You shouldn’t have been surprised to see Queen Persephone and Lady Nyx standing before you but you were.

Queen Persephone’s smile was warm, her green eyes bright. In her arms, you saw Hypnos’ cloak and sleep mask.

It was like they were never touched. You had thought when they were found again, it would be torn like Hypnos’ chiton was. You knew they saw the surprise relief in your face, not that you tried to hide it.

“My Lady Nyx and Queen Persephone.” You said, moving out the way, your head bowed as they came into the chambers. You closed the door softly behind them, shutting the outside world away once more.

Without an acknowledgment of your greeting, Lady Nyx went over to Hypnos’ bedside. The shadows chased after her, almost killing the warm light of the hearth, her pale skin glowing like the moon.

Nyx stood over her child. She was quiet for a long time, staring at his face intently. Nyx was an enigma to you. You never were able to understand her but at this moment, you liked to think that she was just a mother tending to a hurt child.

However, a part of you remained wary, remembering the hurt she had caused him but you knew Hypnos would want his mother close by.

Queen Persephone held out Hypnos’ cloak for you to take. You did, grateful that it looked whole. You admired it for a moment, the deep red smoothing something inside of you.

The mask stared up at you, the stare unchanging.

“One of Megaera’s helpers found it and I was able to mend it.” Queen Persephone whispered, patting your arm. “Luckily, the damage wasn’t too bad.”

“Thank you, my queen.” You whispered thickly. Suddenly, you understood Master Hades’ complete devotion to this goddess. She didn’t have to do anything like this, not for Hypnos or for you.

Yet she did.

She gave Nyx a lingering glance then to you, “Let us step out for a moment, shall we?”

You went stiff, wanting to deny her. Queen Persephone saw it clear as day but no anger sparkled in her bright green eyes. She only nodded toward Lady Nyx. You glanced over, and saw what she did.

Lady Nyx’s hands were bone white in her dark skirts, and you were amazed that she didn’t rip the fabric apart. There was the faintest trembling in her form.

You tore your eyes away, feeling you saw something you had no right to.

“He won’t be alone.” She assured you, her hands clasped together. You muttered a quiet agreement.

Outside in the hallway, candlelight danced, casting shadows among the walls. The light seem brighter with her around, as if the house was shifting itself around to please it’s queen.

You were at a loss of what to say.

“I’m glad he has you.” Queen Persephone said, prompting you to look up in surprise. Her smile was still warm but there was a touch of sadness you haven’t seen before in those emerald eyes.

“He was usually alone in the house, especially when Thanatos started working. Sometimes he would follow me around but I had my duty as a new wife and queen, hardly a good playmate.”

She paused, holding your stare. “He is a child of Nyx. He is stronger than this.”

You parted your lips to speak only to close your mouth when no words came forward. All you could offer was another ‘thank you, my Queen.’ It felt weak, but the Queen accepted it with grace.

There was a moment of silence, then the door opened. Lady Nyx emerged from the shadows, her eyes hazy. If she had been mortal, you might have thought she was near to tears.

“My Queen, may I have a moment with Sir Y/N?” Nyx asked. The look shared between the two goddesses was unknowable to you. It was a conversation of eyes meeting followed by a quiet sigh.

“Of course.” Queen Persephone agreed. Both you and Lady Nyx bowed as Persephone left, the light chasing after her, not willing to leave the sun kissed goddess in the dark.

Lady Nyx’s eyes were heavy on you as you rose again. Hypnos’ coat felt so soft against your skin. You resisted tightening your hold on it, not wanting to look like a boy clinging on to a toy for comfort.

“Sir y/n.” Nyx hissed your name like it was a curse. “Tell me. The mortal who did this, he is your brother, correct?”

The idea of calling that animal ‘brother’ made you sick but she wasn’t wrong.

You swallowed the burning rage down, forcing yourself to speak normally. “In the loosest sense of the word, Lady Nyx.”

“I see.” She said, her nails looked more like claws of a lion and she would love to dig them into your neck. You didn’t flitch from her stare. In the darkness, they glowed. They weren’t the same honey gold of Hypnos’, more yellowed like a large cat.

Then, Nyx spoke again. Quiet and deadly. “Master Hades is getting impatient. I am getting impatient.”

Your fingers twitched, far as you cared, Hades could get in line right behind you. Nyx however…

Nyx seemed to sense your mind, letting out a scoff. You bit back every ugly thought you ever had about her. Hypnos adored his family, and you will not put your own emotions before his love for his family.

“You don’t even know, you foolish shade.” Lady Nyx hissed.

“Then tell me, my lady.” You replied back, tone cool as ice. Her yellow eyes stared down at you, the weight of her ancient powers filled the hallway. You felt like you might drown from it.

Her eyes narrowed. Her mouth thinned.

“Should my child never waken ever again…” She paused, letting the possibility sink in, the idea flooding your very core with dread. She wouldn’t say it if she didn’t think it was possible, surely?

“What will you do? Will you leave?” Her voice was soft. Mocking.

“I won’t go.” You snarled. Your words were sharp in the air, settling among her magic like a vow. Nyx watched you, waiting. She loomed, shadows playing at her feet, guiding along the folds of her dark skirt.

“I will be like stone, my lady, I will stay until there is nothing left of me.” You vowed quietly. “Hypnos won’t be alone.”

She felt ancient, made of void itself and all you could offer her the promise of a shade, a mortal long dead, their dust now belonged to the earth itself.

Nyx was quiet for a long time. A very long time.

“So be it.” Lady Nyx said, staring through you, like you weren’t even there.

Before you could ask anything else, to get an answer from her, she was gone.

You stood alone, light and darkness interplayed on your skin. The accusing eyes of Hypnos’ sleep mask staring up at you.

You squeezed his hand, pressing a kiss against his knuckles.

“Love, this whole damn house is falling apart without you. I’m falling apart without you.” It was the truth and you didn’t see the point in hiding it. “Fates help us all, even the untouchable Lady Nyx is…”

You paused, your lips against Hypnos’ cool skin. His eyes remained closed.

“Just don’t take too long.” You begged. “For our sake.”

It was the quiet that was getting to you.

It was too quiet. The wrong kind. It wasn’t like the peaceful one that you shared with Hypnos at the end of a long day, him dozing against your back while you got caught up on letters or maintenance for your weapons.

This silence was a dragging one, one that made a soul painfully aware of every single passing seconds. It was utterly madding. You used to pined for quiet.

You paced for the first hour, unable to settle. Your spear had been sharpened to a fine point. The fire tended to once more. Hypnos breathed, slow and gentle when you checked on him again.

You brushed his curls to keep them from knotting up, careful with each touch. You hoped that eventually his cloak and sleep mask would be found soon. If Hypnos woke up without them, he would be heartbroken. Especially since you suspected he loved that cloak more than his own bed.

Needing something to do, you turned to his bookcase with a frown.

Even now, you still haven’t worked Hypnos’ system. Not completely.

You felt Monie’s judging eyes on your back. The little sheep was practically glued to Hypnos’ side since you had laid Hypnos down on the bed upon returning. Just like you were.

“Like you have a better idea?” You asked it quietly. Monie didn’t respond, not that it could as far as you knew, but the judgmental stared didn’t feel quite as harsh as before.

There were countless books, scrolls to choose from. You pick a few out, skimping the first pages to try to find one you knew Hypnos wouldn’t mind listening to. Hypnos was a lover of heroic epics that much you knew, along romantic tales.

Eventually you found one, a tale of a hero long before you, or even the idea of Greece itself existed. One that might be damned by his own heart. The cover was made of worn out leather, pages faded with some edges missing but the binding felt study.

You settled in the chair, staring at Hypnos. It felt wrong to be separated from him but you didn’t want to risk hurting him so you made yourself stay in place even if you wanted to curl around his sleeping form.

“If you don’t like this story.” You paused. “Well, that will just give you a reason to wake up and tell me so, love.”

Hypnos didn’t respond, his chest rising and falling. For a moment, you imagined that this would be how it would be, you watching over Hypnos for evermore. Lady Nyx’s words haunting you.

You will wait as long as it takes. Eventually the gentle god of sleep will awaken once more.

With a deep breath, you began the tale.

Melanippe, the firstborn of Chiron and Khariklo, was born in the early hours of a pale, washout dawn.

Thick, black plumes of smoke were still trailing upward into the gray clouds when Patroclus had stepped out and called for you. His smile filled with pride, his dark eyes marked by bags of exhaustion.

Her parents’ faces were worn out but their smiles were bright when Patroclus had all but shoved you into the room. You could hear the babe’s faint gurgling noises, her little fists raised in the air.

Khariklo sat up with Chrion’s hand on her back. She waved you over and you went over to her, warily eyeing the buddle in her arms. You also saw one little soft hoof sticking out.

That would explain why the birthing took so long.

“Come meet our daughter, Melanippe.” Khariklo handed over the babe to you without hesitation, ignoring the naked fear in your eyes. She leaned back, satisfied and worn out.

You blinked down at the squirming form, trying to make sure you didn’t drop her. You were sure that you were supposed to not drop babies, right?

You never saw a baby this close after birth before. Her skin was ruddy, her face scrunched up and angry and deeply unhappy that you were not her mother. She whimpered and one of the little hoofs kicked out, missing your face by an inch.

“She is a fighter.” Chiron said proudly.

“Thank you.” Khariklo said, fresh tears in her eyes. Chiron’s face sobered, not looking away from his daughter. “Without you…”

You shook your head, ignoring the weak kick Melanippe landed on your chest. If anything, you found yourself charmed by her outrage. It was a relief to see her angry, to see her alive and well.

She was safe and unharmed.

Melanippe fussed loudly and you carefully returned her Khariklo’s waiting arms. It only took moments before Melanippe settled. She huffed, a little hand curled against her cheek.

“Thank you.” Khariklo whispered once more, her face softening as she stared down at her daughter. Something tightened in your chest, a flare up of an ache that you had long forgotten.

Later, Patroclus found you alone outside, staring down at the lake, surrounded by poppies. You didn't look up when he joined you. He stared up at the stars, the waning moon clinging to its last bit of moonlight.

“Oh lad.” He whispered, and you winced.

“I’m fine.’ You told him, trying to sound firm but failing. You needed to be strong for him. You have seen the first touch of gray touching his temples. The nervousness in Achilles’ frown when Patroclus had to take a moment too long to get up.

Patroclus shot you a look, letting you know how little you were fooling him. Without saying a single word, Patroclus held out his arm. You paused, you wanted to tell him that you were growing up, that you were a man, even if you were a young one. That you didn’t need him or anyone else.

Then you sighed, knowing there was no point in lying to yourself. You sunk into his side, grateful for the warmth of his hug. He smelt like soap and leather and you soaked it all in.

Patroclus rested his chin on your head, his beard rough against your hair. “I love you, my child. So, so much. Don’t you ever forget that.”

“I won’t.” You promised as the song of the night went on, wild poppies- beautiful and dark ruby red- danced in the cool breeze.

It was a broken moan that woke you up.

Eyes snapping open, hand already on your spear, looking for the source of the sound in the dim room. The book hitting the floor with a dull tund. It took you a second to realize that sound was coming from the bed.

It was coming from Hypnos.

You twisted around, heart leaping in your throat. “Hypnos?”

“No-stop. Don’t touch me!” he moaned, his thrashing growing more violent, causing the pillows to fall to the floor. You didn’t hesitate, crawling into bed with him, knees sinking into the mattress and pinning down his arms before he could hurt himself.

His nails dug deep into your forearms, and you hissed at the burning pain. But you didn’t let go, it was better Hypnos hurt you than himself. There were tears spilling from his cheeks, his breathing rapid.

“It just a nightmare.” You smoothed, “Hypnos, it’s okay!”

You shifted and pulled him into your lap,curling around him like a living shield. You held on a tight bear hug, shushing and muttering comforting nonsense as he sobbed. It went for long, painful minutes, breaking your heart at each weezy gasp.

“It is okay now.” You shushed him. “He can't hurt you. I won’t let him.”

You kept talking, rocking gently as you tried to calm him. Until finally, Hypnos went limp against you, his breathing slowly changing into a slow and peaceful one. His tears had damped your neck, but you didn’t move.

You stared out into the dark. Grief and hate warred inside you. It was only your love for Hypnos that kept you from returning to the damp darkness of Tartarus, to where Pyrrhus was.

He shifted against you, mumbling in his sleep. He let out a sigh, sounding so peaceful that you closed your eyes. With a knot in your throat, you pressed a kiss against his forehead.

You remained there, holding on Hypnos and with nothing else left to do, you prayed.

PART B

#wake me from this dreaming #fanfic

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mywrittenconscience · 7 years ago

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NaNoWriMo: Day 8 and 9

In case you were wondering. I took a day off yesterday because I stared at my word document while on my bed (this was a mistake to begin with, let’s be honest) and I immediately fell asleep.

So day 9 (this time at my desk) and I realized why I was off... there was this one scene I don’t know how to re-write. It’s the scene where Wire and Heat comes back to the shop after they “took care“ of Bellamy. Like it’s not even that hard, but I‘m not sure why I’m having a hard time re-writing it. Maybe there‘s something in there that I want to redo? Or add potentially? So like most people... I avoided the situation and skipped to the next scene. Totally avoiding my problems in written form.

I do admit, I will get distracted with tumblr like 99% of the time when I sit down. I think I just miss scrolling with the mouse compare to my finger on my iPad. I think I need that do not procrastinate app that I had back in university. The only way I could get my essays done lol. The only problem is youtube... well I guess I can use my iPad for that too while I’m working on my laptop. Plus I got some amazing game soundtracks I’ve collected over the years. I’m sure I’ll find a way to manage...

Anyways CHAPTER 3, the moment Law gets his voice. Damn I hope I do this chapter justice with the re-write. I’m giving Kid a lot thoughts about this cause damn HIS ANDROID JUST SPOKE LIKE A HUMAN ... well sorta. Kid and Killer help fix it in the end but HE SPOKE LIKE A HUMAN AND THAT’S ALL THAT MATTERS RIGHT NOW.

P.S. while adding up my numbers, I lied. I wrote 9 words yesterday cause that’s about as much as I could put down before my brain shut off. Also I really like that it perfectly went to a even round number.

Today: 599/1,667

Total: 5,500/15,003

#NaNoWriMo #Creating a Heart #HOW THE FUCK DID IT GET TO 15000 SO QUICKLY?#I WAS JUST AT 11K FOR THE TOTAL AND NOW IT'S 15???#NO WONDER YOU JUST HEAR USE CRYING IN THE CORNER SCRACTHING AT A FUCKING WALL LIKE SAVE US #My new aim is to at least get the revamp done this month IF NOTHING ELSE

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negative-speedforce · 2 years ago

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Top 15 Fics I’ve Ever Read

#1: The Golden One by AnonymusBosch https://archiveofourown.org/works/30698279 Rating/Category/Word Count: Teen, F/F, 14k Words Star Trek: Voyager, Janeway/Seven, Canon Divergence, Introspective Why I like it: Character study on individuality starring some of my favorite lesbians. #2: Where Truth Resides by Barakis https://archiveofourown.org/works/35861035 Rating/Category/Word Count: Teen, F/F, 313k Words Arcane, Caitlyn/Vi, Hurt/Comfort, Jinx Gets Therapy Why I like it: Jinx gets psychiatric help, Vi is the best big sister ever, Soft!Sevika #3: I Don't Want You To Be At Peace (I Want You To Fight) by Sealure https://archiveofourown.org/works/25535599 Rating/Category/Word Count: General Audiences, Gen, 4k Words Star Wars, Ahsoka & Anakin (gen), Hurt/Comfort, Everybody Lives AU Why I like it: The pain! The angst! The happy reward! #4: Inbound Flight: For Home and Song by QueenieWithABeenie https://archiveofourown.org/works/28493898 Rating/Category/Word Count: Mature, Multi, 58k Words Star Wars- Chiss Ascendancy, Multiship, Angst, Canon Divergence, Part 3 of a series. Why I like it: This is a very angsty, very plotty fic with dynamic story arcs and characters who are perfectly in character. #5: DAISIES by potboiler: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28134648 Rating/Category/Word Count: General Audiences, Gen, 7k Words She-Ra (2018), Shadow Weaver Character Study, Angst, Alternate Universe Why I like it: It’s a dark, gritty deep dive into the mind a of a former villain who now lives with total paralysis. #6: Too Good To Be True (Can't Take My Eyes Off off You) by Themadwomanwhoisunfortunatelylackingabox https://archiveofourown.org/works/7892560 Rating/Category/Word Count: Not Rated (Teen-ish?), M/M, 53k Words The Flash (2014), Eobard/Barry, Alternate Universe, Hurt No Comfort Why I like it: Oooh, boy. This is an intense fic. Takes place pre-canon, in a college AU with the Barry from the original timeline, before Nora got killed. #7: KOTYATA! by witchwood_hull https://archiveofourown.org/works/28182867 Rating/Category/Word Count: Teen, M/M, 79k Words MCU, Steve/Bucky, Semi Canon Compliant, Kitten Rescue AU Why I like it: Fluff, both literal (because kittens) and metaphorical. Also angst. #8: Dark And Bright Meet In Her Aspect by imaginary_golux https://archiveofourown.org/works/6370615 Rating/Category/Word Count: Explicit, F/F, 11k Words Star Wars, Phasma/Rey, Dark!Rey AU, Sith Shenanigans Why I like it: THERE IS SO MUCH PLOT HERE I LOVE IT *screech* #9: Coma by Aelwyn https://archiveofourown.org/works/23330827 Rating/Category/Word Count: General Audiences, F/M, 33k Words The Flash (2014), Iris/Barry, Alternate Universe, Canon Divergence Why I like it: In this fic, it turns out Barry dreamed up his Flash adventures (or did he?) while comatose.

#10: Dear Teacher, With Love by fancyh https://archiveofourown.org/works/17137298 Rating/Category/Word Count: Teen, M/M, 61k Words MCU, Steve/Bucky, Teacher AU, but not an actual AU Why I like it: After leaving HYDRA, Bucky infiltrates a high school. Shenanigans ensue. Hilarious, fluffy, and angsty.

#11: Alura | The Alura Trilogy, Book 1 by JoyeEverett715 https://archiveofourown.org/works/37640872 Rating/Category/Word Count: Teen, Gen, 55k Words She-Ra (2018), Pre-Canon, Shadow Weaver’s Backstory, Drama Why I like it: This fic expands on the backstory given in Light Spinner and tells a story of its own, which gives an in-depth view of Etheria’s world.

#12: Loki of Nowhere by theicesculpture https://archiveofourown.org/works/11882577 Rating/Category/Word Count: Mature, M/M, 326k MCU, Loki/Tony, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Space Quest, Angst Why I like it: One of my OTPs on a spaceship trying to steal the Infinity Stones before Thanos can? Heck yes!

#13: everyone wake up new jinx album just dropped by Drindrak https://archiveofourown.org/works/35740111 Rating/Category/Word Count: Teen, Gen, 6k Arcane, Jinx & Silco (gen), Social Media/Twitter format, Crack Treated Seriously Why I like it: Jinx makes music instead of explosions and gets mental help. Silco is a good dad. #14: Captivated by leftennant https://archiveofourown.org/works/2245620 Rating/Category/Word Count: Explcit, F/M, 166k MCU, Loki/Darcy Lewis, Smut, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort Why I like it: It’s a very plotty fic, where Darcy ends up accidentally transported to Asgard during the events of Thor 1. Very gratifying read. #15: Project Compass by DistantStorm https://archiveofourown.org/works/23487166 Rating/Category/Word Count: Mature, M/M, 132k Star Wars-Thrawn, Eli Vanto/Thrawn, Angst, Spy Shenanigans, Post-Canon Why I like it: This is a really thrilling one, with kinda a Cap-The Winter Soldier style spy vibe. Space battles, not knowing who to trust, deadly poisons... what’s not to love?

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

A Farewell to Arm by Antarctica_or_bust https://archiveofourown.org/works/17425310 MCU, Stucky, Teen+, Crackfic, 5+1 things

Charlie Lock by seapigeon https://archiveofourown.org/works/10173128 MCU, Stucky, Mature (HEED TAGS), Angst AU It's a Lovely Day in Piltover by hellgodsrus, Taylor_Centauri https://archiveofourown.org/works/36321841 Arcane, LightCannon, Explicit, Chaos, Hurt/Comfort Long Way Home by DistantStorm https://archiveofourown.org/works/30064995 Star Wars- Thrawn, Mature, Thranto, Mind Control, Post Canon If They Haven't Learned Your Name by silentwalrus https://archiveofourown.org/works/6329503 MCU, Steve/Bucky, Mature, Crack Treated Seriously, Recovery, UFOs

#My favorite fics #stucky #she-ra and the princesses of power #mcu #thranto #thrawn ascendancy #arcane league of legends #arcane #caitvi #jinx #ao3 #tasertricks #Shadow Weaver #star trek #star trek voyager #janeway/seven #The Flash #westallen #eobarry

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t4tdrarry · 3 years ago

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Tuesday TLC Zone

thank u @corvuscrowned for the tag! (gonna do it on this blog tho) but yes! i, too, have been Pondering the past year and gosh, i really have made a lot of stuff looking back!

my drarry 2021 art summary really highlights how much! it includes every piece i’ve made of them together this year and it’s 18 in total! (not including art pieces of Harry or Draco on their own but still drarry-aligned).

my favourite art i’ve this year is probably my Crimson Peak AU for LCDrarry! it took me 15 hours total, and is probably the longest digital piece i’ve worked on so far.

i definitely think i’ve come so far this year and tried a lot of new things, like my first ever long-ish fic?? what started out as just some funny bullet points in my notes app turned into 11k of housemates au! it was my first real dive into writing fanfic outside of smaller drabbles and microfics, and the entire process was a trial of determination and patience, so i’m really proud to be able to say that,, i did it! and here it is:

if somebody’s there, then tell me who.

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Harry is just about ready for bed, when it happens again. It almost comes as a surprise because Harry was so preoccupied with not seeing Malfoy that he had forgotten what that usually meant. You’d think he’d be used to the routine by now, Harry muses, as a moan sounds through the wall. Harry turns his head towards the ceiling and closes his eyes, sighing sharply through his nose. He tries to gather his strength, knowing he’ll be needing it again tonight.

Surely, if he just keeps his eyes closed and pretends like he’s somewhere else, pretty soon he’ll have to start drifting away. He focuses on warm, summer winds and rolling pastures flitting fast below him. A memory from July, trying out his new broom. He remembers the calm joy of flying and tries to hold on to it, tries to let it lull him to sleep. But then Malfoy is moaning again, and suddenly his thoughts are hurtling to black silk shirts with the collar unbuttoned and unbuttoning, slowly unbuttoning, to expose more pale swathes of skin. He can just imagine how smooth Malfoy’s skin would be under his palms.

Harry’s eyes flash open. All at once he feels fervent, heat rushing through him as though he’s been in a quidditch match for hours rather than just thinking of Malfoy for a mere moment. It’s exhilarating and alarming in equal measure.

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tagging @softlystarstruck @ging-gum @babooshkart @calypsotempete @mysticdreamers to show us something you’re proud of. also anyone else who wants to do it, consider yourself tagged as well. (pardon any repeats if you’ve already been tagged!)

#tuesday tlc zone #tuesday tlc #drarry squad #drarry fic rec #self rec

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weresilver · 3 years ago

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I’m sure you’ve been asked this loads, but do you have any good Eddie centric buddie fics? I love Buck but so many buddie fics focus on him, and Eddie is the loml. Thanks 🙏

I said I'd get to this, and I'm here!! I'm assuming you want fic recs in general and not just my own fics, but you are getting both because I'm shameless.

But truth be told, this is the first time someone asks me for fic recs 🤣 so thanks, Nonnie.

Also, uh... I went through just 3 of my 15 pages of 911 bookmarks, there's. Too much. Maybe I will do 2nd edition of this and so on 🤣

So That You Might Hear Me - My very first 911 fic! 11 short chapters (3967 words total). Eddie's keeping a journal and the chapters are mostly his ... journaling? First-person, which is not for everyone, but I have no control over these stories, I just write them down.

To Me (You're Beautiful) - The ace!Eddie series no one asked for, but I'm glad to provide all the same. Currently 2 parts, 15k and 11k each, approximately. There's a planned part 3.

Years In The Making - Everything I write on a whim is about Eddie, I guess? This was written in response to an ask I got (that I can't find now and check who sent the trope mash-up.)

And now for the actual fic recs, in no particular order (other than most recently bookmarked):

Still Waters by MilenaDaniels - Five Ways Eddie's Body Feels Different After the Shooting. It was a very nice fic. I don't have much else to say. E rated.

do you realize?? by Marvellous - Ok listen, this is soft and first kisses in the rain are soft. Eddie's kinda jealous of himself?? It's adorable, really, and I love this.

walking backwards through a parade by @paranoidbean - Eddie struggling with fireworks (and, y'know, his PTSD) is everything to me and Cam did such a good job with this.

i bloom just for you by @eddiesdiaz - Flowers. More specifically Texas state flower, which made for such a ridiculously sweet fic, holy crap, I have no words.

some day I'll fall into you by @littlespooneven - shooting recovery fic #1. I don't have much to say, I was reading a bunch of recovery fics at the time, sorry! 13k words.

darker days, brighter endings by @buckactuallys - Listen, this is almost 45k words in 3 chapters, I can't actually recall if it was all in Eddie's POV, but the point remains it's about his recovery and it's a damn good one.

Indigo Night by @on-maars - Eddie being as obvious as he can be while Buck's... Not clueless, just careful. But we love him anyway.

The New Normal by Booklover3600 - Technically, only the second installment is Eddie-centric, but still a fun series.

got me feeling like it's all it's gonna be okay by wafflesofdoom - touch starved!Eddie is something that can be so personal...

Once Upon a Time in Disneyland by JessicaMDawn - In which there was a brief meeting, Eddie didn't realize they met again, and it's all just really cute. Eddie being a dad and all.

Wonder by @on-maars - I ended up rereading this one while making this list, ops. Maddie and Eddie have a chat and Eddie makes his love known. We could use more of Maddie and Eddie hanging out, I like this.

#911 #fic rec #Shameless self-promo #because once again I'm shameless when it comes to this sorta thing #Lots of varying lengths here

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excludedmiddle · 2 years ago

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Codeforces 818 (Div 2)

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My first codeforces contest! Slightly disappointing for reasons I'll get into below, but mostly I'm just happy to have finally gotten my shit together and competed. Here's to the first of many.

A was simple (6 minutes). Didn't even really derive the math behind it, just assumed n + 2 * (n / 2) + 3 * (n / 2) would work, and it did.

B wasn't hard but it was a pain in the ass, since I had to figure out how to extend Rust vectors from themselves. Took me 27 minutes, mostly for "does not know the language very well" reasons. Also had a (penalty-less) failed submission here which took me more time to correct, because they indexed from 1 instead of 0 (???).

C was easier than B, at least timewise (11 minutes). Just iterate through both arrays, checking that certain conditions are met.

D was really quite hard. I don't have a setup to do modular exponentiation yet, so I had to do so by hand. I also wasted a bunch of time trying to figure out why my code wasn't working because they switched from multitests to single tests on that problem and I didn't notice.

I made an error in my initial submission, and by the time I diagnosed it and figured out how to fix it, time had just barely expired. I'm not kidding when I say another minute and I would've gotten another submission off (not sure if it would've been correct, will find out soon). EDIT: It was also wrong. Probably would've taken me at least another 15 minutes to fix that one up.

For the most part, this was about what I expected from a Div 2 contest: got the first three problems pretty much without incident, spent the entire rest of the competition bashing away at the fourth, only to fall short.

I placed in the mid 1500s out of around 11k, which I'm pretty content with. Most of the people around me who've done more than a handful of competitions have ratings in the 1600-2000 range, which is about where I consider my own skill level to be, based on the problems I can solve.

You gain rating pretty slowly on codeforces and I don't know how frequently I'll be able to compete, but I hope within a year from now I can achieve the Master rating of 2000 (which would drop me out of Div 2 entirely). I think that's kind of a bonkers goal (there are only 2652 Div 1 coders [2000+ rating] out of 127k total users), but hey, if you aren't shooting for top 2% in the world, what's the point amiright.

#coding competition

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andromeda612 · 3 years ago

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I was tagged on this by @disgruntledtwig and I love it! Thank you :D

1- My favorite works are:

The Tale of Le Paon; because is what got me and my platonic wife @kapane-luyeshu together in the first place, that fic is our kitten and I love it for that

My day 29 for the Nathmarc Novemeber from last year, the prompt was "Your favorite book" and I ended up writing 11k of a marriage proposal with The Little Prince theme and I just love it

Reki 101: The guide to take care of your sunshine friend by the Reki Protection Squad, maybe I just have two chapters published but I have the whole story planned and I love it, I'm just waiting for time to write it XD

And the fic I'm more active about: Teruhashi Kokomi's guide to make your crush like you back... and how it worked out for Akechi Touma; because I really love the Saikechi ship and the story is planned until its last chapter and I love it, this is one of my comfort animes and Saikechi one of my OTP

2- The easiest genre to write in my opinion is probably fluff, since it's easy for me to just make the characters happy and wrote cute stuff, it's simple and the genre in which I make the less research

3- I don't like self inserts because most of the fics of that type I've read were poorly made, the self insert tends to overshadow the canon characters and be a Mary Sue, however, I can remember one or two self inserts that were well made, the self insert was actually adding to the plot and was of actual help to the canon characters.

If it's well made a self insert can be pleasant to read, but in general I don't like it.

4- I genuinely have no idea, inspiration just seems to like me... It could come from a comment I read, a hc, a prompt I read, something I saw or heard, out of nowhere, from a dream... One day I was literally washing the dishes when the idea for my Nathmarc November day 7 came ( it had nothing to do with washing the dishes btw) inspiration just came to me in a lot of different ways

5- Yeah, once in a while. In my case writer's block is very strange to happen and when it does happen it usually last one day at most

6- Right now my favorite fandom to write for is Miraculous Ladybug, more specially for the Nathmarc ship (My OTP) that could change of course

7- I'm not very constant on the length of my chapters, I could end up writing 2k or 21k for a single chapter or one-shot, it all depends on what I'm planning to write and how inspired I am

8- Fluff, I just like to make my favorite characters happy, okay? I also enjoy to write a good mystery

9- I'm currently writing for three fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, Sk8 The Infinity and Saiki Kusuo no psi nan, I also have works for the Higuel fandom.

I also have drafts and ideas for fanfics for Saint Seiya, My Hero Academia, Bungou Stray Dogs, Merlin (from BBC) and My Babysitter is a Vampire (for the Bethan shipp)

I'm also planing to write for Yuri On Ice, Onyx Equinox, The night beyond the tricornered window, Sherlock (from BBC, and for the Johnlock ship), A Matter of Life and Death and Kimetsu No Yaiba.

10- I actually do take request and even commissions, it's just people don't ask for them, I even have my own Ko-fi account for commissions:

I guess I need to work more on promoting myself, that's on me

11- My most popular fanfiction is: Too Short! My first Sk8 fanfic With 15k hits on Ao3, 1k kudos and 410 bookmarks

12- I have 40 for Miraculous Ladybug, 3 for Sk8 the Infinity, one for Saiki Kusuo no psi nan and 1 for Higuel, which in total is 45 fanfiction.

If we add my one original story I have posted on Ao3 I have 46 stories, not to mention a couple of works in spanish I published out of Ao3 which make it 50

13- Both, is a hobby I really like but I also take it seriously

14- Of course I do, one of my life pillars is reading fanfiction

15- Do your research, you will be surprised of how much better a fanfic is with actual facts and more solid bases.

Also, for the love of everything good in this world, respect the use of grammatical signs! It gives your work consistency and it makes it look clean and easier to read.

Try to keep things logical and concise, if you don't plan your fics as I do and go withe flow about the plot a good thing to do is re-read what you have before so you won't miss some detail or contradict yourself in the future.

I've come across fanfics that have a very good plot idea but a terrible ejecution, or a horrible format

16- Of course not! I've read a lot of fanfiction and a lot if it has no smut and is still a good story, not to denigrate smut! I have also read good smuts with a good plot and good smuts that are there just for the horny.

Trully, the fanfiction world is huge

17- I do write mature content with violence or sensible topics. I don't have any smut posted yet. Because I do have some smut drafts that I hope I will be posting in the future

18- I'm actually okay with all my stories for now

19- My first fanfictions were posted in 2018, then in 2019 I had a huge hiatus and retook it in 2020, adding it all up I've been writing fanfiction for 3 years (I'm not counting 2019 my hiatus)

20- It depends, for example my fic with most often updates is my Saikechi fic, at first I updated it almost daily, now my goal is at least once or twice a month. The Tale of Le Paon has more sporadic updates. I try to be as consistent as I can

21- Yes, it does, I hate the OOC tag. There are just two instances in which I would read OOC, one if the OOC is really well wrote and makes the character interesting in a new light and two if the story is really interesting and get me invested into it. But in my exprience that's hard to get, I actually just have read one fic with OOC because it have both: a hella good story and the OOC really well wrote, so I could put up with it and even started liking it a little bit. Otherwise I just avoid OOC

22- It's actually easy, as I said before inspiration seems to like me and I have a lot of ideas and writing just came to me easy, that I tend to procrastinate is another thing

23- Just if I find it necessary for the plot or to fill certain holes. For example, in most of my Nathmarc fics since there are not canon families for the ship yet I made OC's for those roles. Or in Too Short! The antagonist is an OC because is what the plot needed

24- Pfff, 99% of my fanfics are for my OTP's

25- Yes, I actually like to project into my favorite characters

26- Fanfic authors:

Stelfy94 is my favorite Tododeku author

ASingleRaindrop, OminousPredictions, Avdieo, Christallized and BooksRBetterThanPeople are my favorite Nathmarc authors

Infinite_Silence, Axureé and FanficMX are my favorite Higuel authors

Disgruntled_twig is my favorite Saikechi author

EpicKiya722 is my favorite Vanitas no Carte author

Finally leedonghyucks is my favorite SSKK author

Those are my favorite fanfiction authors

Now my favorithe authors in general are:

Edgar Allan Poe since I was 9, believe it or not I LOVE horror stuff and creepy things as well as mystery (is a wonder I haven't written a horror fanfic yet)

Dan Brown, I just love how he takes real facts and makes them fill into his fiction narrative, I really enjoy the history, art and secret codes that come with his books

27- Edgar Allan Poe and Dan Brown

28- Every single one of my fics have tons of hc, I live to make hc, and most of my fics also have AU's as well

29- Anything between an afternoon and a week

#fanfiction #ao3 #writing #my writing #fanfic authors #fandoms #fanficker #wattpad #multifandom #multifandom writer

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destielfanfic · 4 years ago

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My First Destiel Fic, vol.3

Thank you guys for sharing your memories! My First Destiel Fic is a nostalgic survey open to any destiel fan and has a simple goal - to celebrate fics that were our gateway into a wonderful world of destiel shipping. Thank you, fic writers, you are our heroes!

from @nextheirofslytherin

my first destiel fic was “In This Secluded Spot I Respond As I Wouldn't Dare Elsewhere” by RhymePhile. the girl i liked who got me into supernatural in middle school recommended it to me, so it always has a special place in my heart 😅 it was the first fic i read on ao3 too! i read it while i was watching s3 (cas hadn’t even shown up yet!) but the show was in its 9-10th season

All fic titles link directly to the fic, when it’s possible, we have added another link to our review or submitted rec post.

In This Secluded Spot I Respond As I Wouldn’t Dare Elsewhere by rhymephile [M, 34,000 word count, posted 2010] (our review)

It's 1995, and Castiel's high school years are destined to be difficult: home-schooled until eighth grade, he is awkward, shy, and socially inept. The weird kid with the funny name would rather isolate himself and draw in his sketchbook than deal with the constant bullying he faces every day. Things only get worse in his junior year when he excels in home economics class, leading the captain of the baseball team, Alastair, to start taunting him for being gay. Then new student Dean Winchester arrives at Flour Bluff High School, sharing many of Castiel's classes. Castiel has seen his type before -- handsome, athletic, arrogant, and sure to be the most popular kid in school. But Castiel eventually learns that he and Dean have more in common than he thought, and they form an unlikely friendship.

from @deansbff

i joined the fandom in the beginning of 2019 and molting expectations by tricia_16 was the first fic (over 11k words) that i read. it really made me fall in love with deancas because i realised i didn't need them to be in the canon!verse to be so wonderful, their relationship was amazing in whatever universe they were in and it was always intriguing to read about!!

Molting Expectations by tricia_16 [163,100 word count, posted 2019]

After having trouble coping with a traumatic incident on the job, Dean takes his little brother's advice and leaves everything behind to go stay at the old family cabin in Colorado. Nobody's been there for years so it needs some major work, but it's secluded, and that turns out to be exactly what Dean needs in order to start to feel at peace again. Now in the mountains with nothing but nature to amuse himself with, he takes up bird watching and plans a hike into the mountain range across from his cabin in search of a golden eagle. High up in the mountains, he discovers human footprints. Thinking someone is in danger, he follows them into a cave and quickly becomes familiar with a form of wildlife he never could have imagined: winged people who call themselves angels.

from @bornonathursdayinmarch

I actually started out in the fandom against Destiel. I mean, it was pretty clear that Dean Winchester was not into men. But then I read “Redemption Road” by accident around 2015. I didn’t know it was Destiel. But I got really into it and this fic totally changed my mind on Dean/Cas. I have since read hundreds of Destiel fics and I am more into the ship than ever. My absolute favorite fanfic is “Sweaters and Cigarettes” by lemonoclefox. I love how shy, caring Dean softens cynical Castiel and how in love they are despite being so different. It makes me smile when I’m down.

Redemption Road by spnredemption (the fic is a collaborative effort of a group of destiel writers and artists) [NC-17, 650,000 word count, 24 episodes, posted 2011-12)

With Castiel having set himself up as the new God, drunk on power and volatile as a nuclear reactor, Dean, Sam, and Bobby find themselves on the run from the jealous, capricious monster wearing the face of their friend. Desperate for protection and wary of his brother’s mental state since Castiel unlocked Sam’s memories of Hell, Dean knows Castiel must be defused before he can wreak further havoc in Heaven or on Earth. Although Bobby advocates for destroying Castiel by whatever means necessary, Dean is convinced the Cas he once knew still remains, buried somewhere beneath the mass of poisonous souls and calling out for help. Determined to save the angel who once rescued him from Hell and redefined his purpose in life, Dean himself must resist the allure of the false deity vying for his obedience, and come to terms with the knowledge, long-suppressed, that his feelings for Castiel run much deeper than brotherhood. It is this bond, and the dubious distinction of the Righteous Man, that will ultimately grant Dean access to where Castiel’s grace languishes in Purgatory. However, what Dean brings back with him is broken, angry, and only half-angel, certainly not the Castiel he remembers��and nor is it the only thing that returns to Earth with them…

Sweaters & Cigarettes by lemonoclefox [NC-17, 150,000 word count, posted 2014] NOTE - the fic was deleted from ao3 by the author, please see our review for more details

Dean Winchester is in high school, crushing hard on Castiel Novak, the unbelievably hot goth who Dean does his very best to convince himself he hates, despite the fact that he can’t really stop staring at him. Dean tries, but when the two of them finally cross paths, their first conversation takes a surprising turn. And suddenly, they both find themselves falling harder and faster than they ever could have expected.

from @iamasphodelknox

Hi! The fic that made Destiel my OTP was The Walk series by Persephoneshadow. It blew my mind and I hadn’t even started watching Supernatural yet. 🙈 I started watching the show last year, just as Season 15 was starting. I’m a newbie but this comfort ship felt like coming home. I also read a turn of the earth by microcomets just as I got to season 4 and it is one of the best things I’ve ever read, fic or no. :)

The Walk by Persephoneshadow [NC-17, 190,000 word count, posted 2017]

Castiel tells himself it was a one time thing, even if his night with a hooker named Dean changed his whole world, but he can’t keep away from the man fate keeps throwing in his path. Castiel is married and he knows his sexuality is an affront to God and everything he’s ever been told is right. Dean tells himself he doesn’t care about the weirdo with blue eyes, but every time they meet he gets a bit closer to something like hope. Dean’s nothing but a homeless waste of space with a brother in foster care a world away and a father in the wind. As the connection between these two lost men deepens, it threatens the carefully maintained lies their lives are built on in a story of faith, mistakes, and the journey of love.

a turn of the earth by mishcollin microcomets [NC-17, 95,300 word count, posted 2015] (our review)

Dean’s your typical half-orphaned, monster-killing 22-year-old until a trenchcoated stranger crashes into his back windshield one September night, claiming he’s an angel that knows him from the future and that he’s on the run. Frigging fantastic. (Or, in which Castiel gets stuck in Dean’s timeline pre series and Dean kind of hates it—until he doesn’t.)

If you enjoyed the fic, please drop by the archive (AO3) and let the author know with your comments and/or kudos! And if you found our recs useful, let us know by Liking and/or Reblogging our posts!

You can find all My First Destiel Fic posts under this tag!

#destiel #destielfanficnet #my first destiel fic #hey guys #these are all submissions we received #if you don't see yours here #please contact mod flyingcatstiel directly #nextheirofslytherin #deansbff #bornonathursdayinmarch #iamasphodelknox

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friendofhayley · 4 years ago

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I’m back after my hiatus from fanfiction, to give y’all the best multifandom recs of the fics I read this month. Shoutout to all content creators who helped us live to see the close of this year. This fic includes 15 fics for Sterek, Larry, Winteriron, and Geraskier. The starred ones put me through heaven and hell *chef’s kiss*.

Sterek (Teen Wolf)

1. Six Letter Word for Romance by @troubleiwant | domestic kink - omg there’s only one bed - soft Derek - oblivious idiots in love - 6k

Stiles definitely starts off thinking it’s fucking hilarious that Derek-sourwolf-Hale does crosswords and cares about scuffs on his furniture.

But at a certain point, and he can’t pinpoint exactly when, “fully functional adult couple” somehow becomes a massive fetish of his. Derek in sweats and bare feet, nudging his glasses up his nose while he does the Sunday crossword? Unff. Derek filling out forms to get some renovations on his property approved? Oh God, yes. Derek putting away groceries and bitching that the corner store was out of the right type of Greek yogurt? Take me now, Stiles thinks, worrying at his lower lip with his teeth.

This can’t be normal.

2. *Dirty Little Secret* by @isthatbloodonhisshirt | Cora & Stiles bffs - no one can resist the Stilinski charm - celebrity Derek - human au - 91k

“Holy shit, this is a date!” he blurted out, turning back to Derek wide-eyed. “This is a date! You intended for this to be a date, this was supposed to be a date!” He figured if he said it enough times, maybe he would believe it, but so far, no dice.

Derek was scowling again—seriously, did he want wrinkles?—but he just reached into one of the bags and pulled out a burger, checking what was written on the foil in sharpie before handing it over to Stiles.

“Of course it’s a date, what did you think this was?”

3. Can You Feel A Whole New Part of Your World? by @isthatbloodonhisshirt | i genuinely don’t look at authors names i just click i am sorry for spamming you but you write too good - neighbors Sterek - emotionally mature Stiles - the ideal fluffy world you’d want to live in - 53k

Can you hear me singing in the shower?” Stiles blurted out, because he had to know, now. If one of his neighbours had slid that note under his door, then it meant Parrish as another neighbour could hear him, too! He had to know if this was all a huge joke and one person had walked by and overheard him and decided to fuck with him.

Parrish gave him a weird look at the question, but answered anyway, making Stiles’ plans to leave the country speed up in his mind.

“Of course I can. You’re actually not bad. Though you have been singing a lot of Frozen lately, getting kind of tired of the soundtrack.”

4. Theory of Overprotective Canines by @petals42 | derek can turn into wolf - oblivious Stiles - future fic - mutual pining - 11k

Stiles is totally looking forward to living alone in his super cool apartment off-campus. He is. He is also very excited to bike to school every day, ready to set up an awesome game room, and definitely over his crush on Derek Hale. Completely over it.

Or at least he is until Derek decides he's moving in with him. And then turns out to be the perfect roommate. And then starts attending all his classes. As a wolf.

This is not going according to plan.

Larry (One Direction)

5. **The Changer and the Changed** by @homosociallyyours | literally the best fic of all time i want to live in there - girl direction - NYC ‘70s au - trans Zayn - the girls are so lovely - 59k

It’s the spring of 1977 and Harry Styles has just moved to New York City after graduating college. She knows she’s a lesbian. She just needs to figure out how to meet other lesbians.

Louis Tomlinson works at a popular women’s bookstore in the Lower East Side, Womon’s Direction, where she spends her days reading feminist literature, writing poetry, exchanging friendly barbs with her boss Niall, and dreaming of finding someone to love.

When Harry and Louis meet, their connection is instantaneous. Slowly but surely, Louis welcomes Harry into her community of women. Stonewall veteran and old school butch Niall; Liam, a land dyke who’s moved to the city for love; and Zayn, a lesbian musician who’s been ostracized by a vocal part of women’s community for being trans, welcome Harry with open arms, ready to help her find her place in New York City’s bustling lesbian scene.

6. others i’ve seen might never be mean (but they would never do) by @cherrylouvol6 | aaaaaaaa it’s lesbian When Harry Met Sally !!! - rom com - girl direction - coming out and first times - really great sex - 20k

Louis sighs.

“Do you remember what I said to you the first time we met?”

“That I’m naive and neurotic and would be hard pressed to ever find someone who could put up with me?” Harry snaps.

7. some things fade (some never do) by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed | aaaaaa this story took me apart and back together again just like Louis and Harry - urban fantasy au - second chances - exes to friends to lovers - hurt/comfort - 25k

Matching tattoos. He’d never thought he’d be the type for tattoos to begin with, let alone matching or magical ones, but once Harry had put the idea in his mind it had never quite managed to disappear. And it had made sense. With their relationship a long distance one, this was simply another way of feeling close to one another. Of knowing where the other was, how they felt. It had made so much sense.

Back then.

8. we can take the long way home by @eleadore | i usually don’t rec my porn but there’s so much feels in this one - canon-divergent - kink discovery - friends to lovers - this was written in 2015 as a future fic but it felt like it was taking place now so good job - 27k

“Fertile,” Louis says, and then laughs because it sounds stupid to say out loud. He hasn’t ever really thought of himself in those terms. Baby-making terms. It’s just one of those things his body can do, like exercise, or go without tea. Doesn’t mean he will.

Winteriron (MCU)

9. **Dig No Graves** by @missaphelion | Tony finds out about his parents right after winter soldier au - Tony Stark has a heart - Bucky heals with bots and lots of sugar - slow burn - 142k

"I'm here to kill you, Terminator," Tony said slowly, "does that compute?"

The soldier looked up at him with wide blue eyes and no expression. "Okay."

Tony froze. "Okay," he echoed. "I tell you I came here to kill you and your response is 'okay'?"

10. A Rifling Matter by Penndragon27 | Winter Soldier has such a big crush on Tony’s weapons, he escapes Hydra au - identity porn - pining Bucky - fluff and angst - Winter Soldier is a fanboy and it’s cute - 37k

All the Asset knows is fighting, killing.

He also knows a good weapon when he sees one and Stark Industries... they make some great weapons.

11. *Winter is Coming (aka Fifty First Avengers Dates)* by @tisfan & @everyworldneedslove | enemies to friends to lovers to 50 first dates - pining Bucky - Tony gets amnesia - no Steve bashing but he’s a little bit of an ass - mental health issues - 109k

Bucky Barnes is still mostly The Asset, and he's pretty sure Hydra is going to come back for him soon, so in the meantime he's just going to keep an eye on the Avengers for them. But then Clint spotted him hiding in the shadows, so Tony came out and dragged Bucky back to the Tower, threw him in the shower, and fed him cheeseburgers.

Now The Asset is having anomalous feelings. In his pants.

Geraskier (The Witcher)

12. *no reason to run* by @yoursummerfrost | different meeting au - only one bed but camping - cursed Jaskier - soft Geralt!!!! - poly negotiations - 61k

"You'll change your mind one day," says the innkeep. "The road can't love you back."

What a strange way to flatten something so beautiful, Jaskier thinks. What a small way to love.

13. *He Fell into a Faerie Ring* by @geraltnoises | Jaskier gets bardnapped after the fight au - non-human Jaskier - soft Geralt - Jaskier encourages people to be kind and becomes a god - emotionally mature Geralt - 57k

Traders are a gossiping sort. If there was a scandal within the noble houses of Posada, you’d hear about it in Cretegor by the end of the week. So, the quick spread of a rumor about a little village in the Kestrel Mountain range was not at all surprising. What was surprising was the story that the traders wove. They said that Luibhtorrach, a sad, ghost of a farming town, had miraculously become a hub for trade, as if overnight. Their lands unbelievably fertile and brimming with crop. Even stranger, each and every one of Luibhtorrach’s people professed that their good fortune was the work of a mysterious beast they’d claimed as their personal deity. Most recent news foretold of their plans to throw a midsummer festival celebrating this newfound god. In preparation, silken blue banners were erected in every corner of the town, each bearing the symbol of their new patron: A delicate dandelion wrapping around a golden sun.

14. Barking Up the Wrong Tree by KHansen | 5+1 things - I’m worried about Geralt’s skills - non-human Jaskier - monsterfucker Geralt - crack treated seriously - 11k

Geralt is 100% certain that Jaskier is a vampire.

He's 100% proven wrong.

15. Bardic Idyll by Lisztful | fake relationship - Geralt is soft and oblivious - pining - fluff and angst - Jaskier you can’t show your emotions mainly through song! - 13k

Jaskier is certain he can win the Continent's annual bardic competition, but he needs to be accompanied by a dashing romantic companion in order to enter. Enter Geralt, who is definitely, for sure, only interested in the free food, and not at all in staring lovingly into Jaskier's eyes.

#monthly fic rec #fic rec #sterek fic rec #larry fic rec #winteriron #geraskier #larrie hijinks #witcher #mcu

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Destiel fic recs/what I’ve been reading (round #2)

I promised (eventually!) more fic recs and I figured I’d better do it soon before my list to talk about got TOO long. Also I’m just bubbling to praise up an amazing fic I read last night that literally has given me a fanfic hangover this morning and I need you all to suffer with me.

Starting with that fic in question:

Aria for an Angel (84k) by anyrei, mugglerock. I hurt all over from this one and I command you to do the same.

That said, DO NOT READ if you can’t stand the idea of Cas finding love/happiness with someone else (even if the fic is endgame Destiel). Also don’t read if you can’t stand your heart being shattered by pain before being carefully put back together again. Those warnings aside, this is one of the most stunning fics I’ve read yet in SPN fandom and I’m going to rec it at you no matter what. I’ve been feeling very pissy at Dean lately, as I’m on season 12 in my complete watch-thru, and with how much Cas has been suffering and getting beaten down for, like, SEASONS now. And it got me looking for fics where Cas gets some of the TLC/love/care that he needs from someone else, at least until Dean can get his shit together. Enter Mick Davies. Mick comes to Cas for help with a case that ends up involving a Grigori, and the two grow closer as Cas enjoys spending time with someone who genuinely expresses care and concern for him...but when Dean finds out will he have to choose between the Winchesters, his found family on Earth, and his new boyfriend? And when tragedy strikes, is it too late for a second chance at his first love again?

This story is funny, hot, heartbreakingly sad and just completely wrung me out emotionally. The characterizations totally worked for me, the growth they all went through was the kind of stuff I only wish the writers of the show could pull off. There’s just...there’s so much pain and love and some good stuff with poor Sam and Mary caught in the middle of this shitstorm and I wasn’t sure I could be brought back around to wanting Cas and Dean together in the end, but the authors pulled it off and everything about this story hurts, and heals, in the best possible way.

The rest of my recs in this round-up beneath the cut.

Seek to Know You Better (32k) by ahurston. Season 15 canon-divergence—so no Empty, no rusty nail, but things are relatively calm and settled in the hunter/Winchester world. As such Dean and Cas go on a road-trip together, investigate some minor cases, and gradually open up and really TALK via a “36 Questions That Lead to Love” article Cas finds on-line. One of those fics that just gives you a happy glow inside to read; it feels very believable and the characters have a maturity and adultness to them that just feels right. The little details of all the places they stop for food while talking are a delight, and it’s just the right amount of pining (for me) before they finally get things together.

Purgatory, director's cut (27k) by runsinthefamily. THIS IS THE ULTIMATE PURGATORY FIC (well, in my reading adventures so far.) Written (apparently?) before season 8 actually aired, it takes a very different - and weirdly creative and bizarre - look at what purgatory would be like. And if Cas stuck with Dean through it all. It also posits that as a human Dean would be “allergic” to purgatory and need Cas’s grace to hold himself together...but the deeper they travel, trying to get out, the more precarious Cas’s hold on his vessel becomes. I love everything about this fic, the weird imagery, the way Dean just...rolls with everything happening to Cas and still loving him because it’s Cas, not his vessel, that’s important.

Grooming Instincts (26k) by jemariel. More wing!kink which...yeah. Gimme all the wing grooming/back massages and weird angel anatomy, please. Cas is grumpy while going through what he describes as “molting” only...it’s a bit more complicated than that. And Dean has no idea what he’s gotten himself into until Cas starts grooming him...and Kevin is able to translate/figure out what’s happened. Funny and hot and just...a yummy happy read with great bits from Sam, Kevin and Charlie for good measure.

Things that Leave Marks (23k) by thestoryinsideme. Canon-divergent from Season 9. Wherein it takes Dean three years to find Cas after getting kicked out of the bunker. And when he does, it’s apparent he’s been through a lot, and he’s not exactly ready to or certain about going back to life with the Winchesters. This was sad and sweet and fluffy and angsty in all the right ways for a comfort fic read. (Also features Cas the budding artist! I love that idea!)

Wavelength-gasm (11k) by Mumble-Bee. The fuck or die trope gets a very fun twist when it involves needing to fuck an angel in his true form. Dean certainly learns this the hard way! This rec is for all the trueform!Cas-loving freaks like me out there...I’ve certainly never seen a smut fic embrace the weirdness of it all like this one.

Drive Faster Sammy (7k) by almaasi. Speaking of fuck-or-die fics, pray for Sam in this one. He has to listen to Dean helping when Cas gets struck by one (again) and they don’t have time to make it back to the bunker—so things get kind of graphic in the backseat of the Impala.

Love Burns Its Casualties (5k) by anactoria. Beautiful and bittersweet fic set during “The End”. Present-day Dean can’t sleep, and ends up invited by future!Cas to spend what he knows is likely his last night alive with him. Features casual weed use (if that bothers you), some very hot shotgunning (if it doesn’t), and is just...a wonderfully written atmospheric story that I’ve already re-read several times. (It’s especially a good read when slightly stoned yourself. Um. Not that I’m necessarily advocating for that sort of thing, unless it’s legal in your neck of the woods. Um. Anyway...)

something quiet and minor and peaceful and slow (3.7k) by celeste9. Heaven fic, so don’t read if that’s not your thing. Also don’t read if you’re completely convinced John Winchester is an unredeemable homophobe and terrible parent all around. I, personally, liked this take a lot more as it shows a struggling but not horrible John confused about why this angel keeps popping over, asking Mary questions about what Dean will want in his little slice of Heaven. The title really describes the lovely mood of this little fic and I liked it a lot.

heaven, reconstructed (9k) by vaudelin. Another Heaven fic, more focused on Cas than Destiel (but that is endgame). Goes into what exactly Cas was doing, working with Jack to try to build a better Heaven while awaiting Dean’s eventual arrival. It’s a great fic for world-building (in more ways than one!) in the SPN universe and I like a story that explores Cas’s relationships with others beyond Dean and Sam. I’d add too that as a fan of The Good Place, I just in general enjoy stories that look at the complexity of what actually would constitute a “perfect” afterlife. So imagine Castiel as a TGP architect here if you will (I certainly did!)

The Passion of the Christ (and his angelic ex-boyfriend) (4.9k) by Bzzee. Another heaven!fic, but pure delightful crack. What happens when Dean and Cas run into one of Cas’s ex-boyfriends in Heaven’s roadhouse...who just happens to be Jesus Christ. Dean isn’t too happy with that knowledge (and neither is Judas). Just read it—heresy and all. For a crack fic it’s actually wonderfully smart and wicked.

Can't You Hear It Calling (4.7k) by imogenbynight. A “missing scene” from s8e32 (Sacrifice). Cas expects to never see Dean again once he (expects to, at least) close the gates of Heaven. As a parting gift, he takes Dean back in time to a Led Zeppelin concert...and then a motel room to spend a final night together. As a music lover, the description of the excitement of the concert (and the happy/sadness when the show is almost over) totally hit me in the feels...and it’s such angsty/beautiful smut when they get together.

You're Gonna Live Tomorrow (3k) by MajorEnglishEsquire, microcomets, orange_crushed. Cas doesn’t know a lot about being human (yet), but he does know one thing - he wants to marry Dean. Sweet, sweet happy fluff, just enjoy.

Who's Counting? (1.7k) by Annie D (scaramouche). Just some pure angel-powered delicious smut. Dean learns the hard way, over and over again, that angels have basically no refractory period.

#destiel recs #my fic recs #deancas recs #hawkland reads spn fic #destiel #my destiel recs

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