#My first work in this fandom

[our-future-is-up-to-us-2]

The Jackal

Whooaaaaa we're almost caught up I swearrrr WHOOAAA living on a prayerrr (Fic number 8 and it is currently the 9TH!) @narcosfandomdiscord

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Prompt #11, Book Of Pit Stops: Rush

Word Count: 1.1K

Relationships: Charles "The Jackal"/Nuria

Warnings: SPOILERS! Spoilers galore!! Episodes 1-5 of this show have been watched by me, and thus, a patchwork of spoilers throughout this rambly fic! Beware if you're a spoilerphobe!

~ Read the fic under the cut ~

The Jackal lives in secret. He hides from everyone and everything.  

He dons disguises and becomes people who he’s not meant to be, for example, a certain Herr Thirsk, who, to The Jackal’s knowledge, may or may not be real. 

Passports are essential if he’s globetrotting. No one bats an eye at the switches, at the effortlessness of it all. If it says he hails from Germany, that’s where he’s from. Then France? He’ll be a Frenchman for a day, who cares?! 

The information is proper, organised, and it looks legitimate. That’s all that counts in The Jackal’s line of work: Efficiency, quality, and legitimacy. 

After all, someone is set on hiring him, paying him grand amounts of money to make as many kills as possible. A hitman does what he needs to do, whatever it takes to target the best of the best. 

He uses bespoke weaponry and state-of-the-art prosthetics. His materials, his safes, all of it, are top-notch. There’s nowhere in the business that he can fail, except for his own human error. 

He trusts his gunmaker to the ends of the earth, he trusts his aim to make the kills, and he trusts others to give him whatever he requires. 

Because, as he tells Nuria one sunny day in Cadiz, it’ll hurt the brand if people don’t pay him what he needs. It’s not all about the money, though, and even worse if people don’t follow his orders. 

If he sets instructions, they’ll be met. If someone fumbles, then they’re out of the game. 

The Jackal avoids taking unnecessary phone calls and explicitly warns his loveable Spanish relatives not to post whatever photos they take of him. As beautiful as celebrations and warmth and memories may be, he simply can’t risk being exposed. 

***

After the ordeal with Manfred Fest, a very classy and striking ordeal if he does say so himself, he’s attracted attention. Or, at least, a ‘killer’ has done so. A killer could be anyone, but only someone of his expertise could make the shot from 3815 metres away. 

He travels in taxis from one place to the next, keeping his language fluency intact with every country he visits. He passes Nuria after she’s dropped him off at the airport, but is his cover blown? 

If he’s not answering his phone, then it won’t be. 

Besides, he has a tingling, almost unwelcome feeling that his wife will find out. And, if she does? If the other Charles, Jackal’s in-law, helps her, then he’ll know.

He doesn’t have a safe without passwords, a lock without a key, or a room full of secrets without protection. 

A camera inside a prosthetic face. A marvellous touch. As his wife snoops around, horrified by what she’s seeing, he’s seeing her right back. 

It’s harmful to the relationship, detrimental, in fact, but he’ll just class it all as ‘industrial espionage’. You know how it goes, Nuria, a bit of spying, a bit of illegal activity, and… 

A lot of murder, but The Jackal doesn’t reveal that much.  

***

It’s so satisfying to see people at his mercy, to watch their trembling hands as they kneel before him. Whatever string of ‘oh, god, spare me, please, no!’ that escapes people’s mouths never deters him. Unless there’s something more to offer, The Jackal will do away with them. 

Man, woman, guilty, innocent… Doesn’t exactly matter. If they’ve misunderstood their obligations to him, then, their time is up. 

***

The Jackal bites back a laugh as he gets wind of recent news: A girl, one named Emma, dies in custody. The police are legally responsible. Whoever sent her into custody is feeling guilty for the rest of their lives. 

Isn’t it perfect, for the authorities to be in the wrong? In their attempts to catch a criminal, a killer, a hitman, they misstep. 

Well, they don’t just misstep. They’ve killed a daughter. They’ve ruined a mother, a father, a family. All of the girl’s friends will be devastated, all the good she hoped to achieve in life has been thrown into the gutter. 

He stares at the article for a while, never once losing his focus. He laughs, and laughs, and laughs. 

When Nuria catches him in the act, swiftly barging into his study, he hums and settles. The rush almost becomes too much, but he closes his laptop. 

Her gaze implores him to talk, so he does. 

Still, he demurs and deflects, “No, no, it’s nothing, really,” A certain twinkle in his eye reveals everything to her, “Well, if you must know, my work has just become very interesting. ” 

“You’re in that place again!” She hisses, but he remains unfazed, “You’re always there, and never here… Come on , Charles. Come back to me.” 

He leans back in his chair and shrugs, “I’m here, darling. I’m here. ” 

“You don’t get it,” She shakes her head, “Because, sometimes, I look at you, and I just see–” 

“What?” He intervenes with a lazy smile. A gentle tilt of his head. Charm, suaveness, everything in between, “Tell me. What do you see?” 

With a sigh, she decides she can’t help herself, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She holds onto him, lets her smaller body sink into his lap. 

“I’ll tell you what I see,” She whispers, “I see a motherfucker. ” 

“Oh, fuck you!” He replies, equally as quiet, and their lips meet not long after. 

It’s just one of the many games they play. Teasing, banter, time alone, they cherish it. Nuria can tell when he’s drifting away, off with the fairies of business and stocks and, well, whatever he actually does. 

So, it’s her job to bring him back to reality, to remind him of the people he has: It’s her and her love, it’s little Carlito, turning two years old tomorrow. 

He goes for long periods of time, doesn’t come back for a few days, then a week, then two. He tells her, over and over, the same sentiments: People are too inconsiderate, they have no empathy, he’ll be back as soon as his shifts are over. 

Whatever he does, the majority of it is out of her control. 

She can only hold onto him when he’s physically here, when Charles is in her reach. 

Otherwise, she is full of doubt, confusion, and emotions that extend beyond herself. Her family can only calm her so much. 

She needs Charles, the lover, the husband, the family man… Not Charles, the sketchy, flighty businessman. 

Not Charles the hitman, Charles the plotter, Charles the ruthless manipulator and assassin. 

‘Industrial espionage’ is all it is. And hopefully, that’s all she’ll ever know. 

[acacia-may]

How Much You Wanna Risk? (Sukka (ATLA) Hurt/Comfort Fic)

“It’s…risky falling in love during a war...”

After seeing the Ember Island Players’ production of “The Boy in the Iceberg,” Sokka finally fully opens up to Suki about Yue, and, in turn, they share some truths about their own relationship.

Sokka x Suki Hurt/Comfort. Past Sokka x Yue is mentioned.

Word Count: 2,016. Rated G. (Warnings: ATLA spoilers. Some discussion of death & grief)

Link to work on AO3. Full Text Below The Cut.

A/N: The title is taken from a line in the song “Something Just Like This” by The Chainsmokers & Coldplay which has always made me think of Sukka!

Thank you for reading!

“Hey…uh…you guys go on ahead,” said Sokka with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. “We’ll catch up to you.”

Suki tilted her head. As they had made their way back from the Ember Island Players’ theater, she had noticed Sokka shuffling his feet and purposely slowing down—creating distance between them and their companions, but she wasn’t sure the rest of their friends had noticed until he had told them to go on ahead. It seemed they were all far too preoccupied with other things after having been left disgruntled and otherwise soured by that…performance, for lack of a better term. No one had had much to say on their walk back to Fire Lord Ozai’s vacation home where they had been staying, and they had none of their usual teasing remarks, snarky quips, or protests to Sokka’s request they leave the two of them behind alone.

After the others had gone, Sokka nudged her towards the beach—his arm still draped around her shoulder, pulling her against his side. “Is it okay if we talk for a little bit?”

“You want to talk? I thought you just wanted to go make out somewhere,” she dryly bantered with a teasing laugh. When he didn’t banter back, crack a joke, laugh teasingly, or even really smile at her, Suki swallowed hard. She watched as his mouth twitched just barely in the corners, and her brow furrowed. He hadn’t seemed as upset about the play as the others, but maybe it had really gotten to him, too…

Her expression softened, and she affectionately nestled her head against the crook of his neck. “Yeah, we can talk.”

As Sokka pulled away from her to stake out a spot on the beach, he smiled, but it was tempered, metered, so unlike his usual bright ear-to-ear grins. Something twisted in the pit of her stomach. He was honestly starting to worry her a little, but she didn’t think now was the time to voice that—at least not yet. It would probably be best to listen to whatever he had to say first. If something was bothering him, he was probably planning on telling her…or at least she hoped he was. She liked to think they had that kind of relationship, but just for added reassurance she said, “You can always talk to me about anything, you know?”

Taking a seat beside her, Sokka nodded, but he stared wistfully out at the full moon. “After tonight, I just felt like I owed you an explanation…”

“For what?”

Sokka sighed. “Me ‘making out with the moon spirit.’”

With a shake of her head, Suki huffed as he paraphrased the quip she had made earlier. “Is this about that ridiculous play?” She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “You know I was just giving you a hard time. I don’t think you actually made out with the moon.”

She chuckled lightly but stopped abruptly when he didn’t join in aside from letting out a heavier breath than normal. Usually in moments like these, Sokka would have been the one trying to lighten the mood by making her laugh—not the other way around. It felt…off this way.

After a somewhat uncomfortable pause, Suki swallowed hard then added, a bit unsurely, “But uh…if you did, it wouldn’t actually bother me, you know? I was really just teasing you.” She shrugged but sighed. She wasn’t sure what kind of response he was looking for from her. He couldn’t possibly think she was genuinely upset about this, could he?

He turned to her with a smile, but something sad in his eyes gave her pause, and immediately made her apologize, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I…should’ve told you before, but I uh…I actually did kiss the moon spirit.” As a flush of deep red appeared on his cheeks, he tilted his head at her with a somewhat helpless smile before he scratched the back of his neck. “It’s not like I didn’t tell you because it’s some big secret or anything. I mean, I even told Zuko about it.”

“Really?” Suki interjected before she could stop herself, and Sokka let out a light chuckle.

“Yeah…it was kinda…awkward.” He paused, chuckling again, before he swallowed. “It’s not something that’s easy for me to talk about but…I wasn’t trying to hide it on purpose. Honestly, I even kind of tried to tell you about it before—back at the Serpent’s Pass, remember? But I guess I didn’t realize you didn’t actually know the whole story until you said that thing about me kissing Yue—er…uh…the moon spirit, earlier.”  

Suki’s heart ached as she remembered back to that deeply vulnerable moment they had shared at the Serpent’s Pass. Sokka had opened up to her about how he hadn’t been able to protect someone he cared about. His pain had been palpable. She would never forget it. He hadn’t told her many details, but he hadn’t needed to. She could feel how much and how deeply he had cared about the person he lost and how hard it had been for him to try to move forward when he had felt like it was his fault that his loved one had passed away. She had tried to be sympathetic and  understanding, but she had never felt it was her place to pry so she hadn’t asked any follow-up questions, especially since Sokka himself had never brought it up to her again.

She sighed heavily—something guilty coiling and twisting in the pit of her stomach and she apologized again, “I’m sorry. I would have never teased you earlier if I had known—”

“No, I—” he cut her off. “It’s okay. I know you wouldn’t have. That’s not the problem I just…” He stopped—taking a deep breath, and Suki placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“You can tell me if you want to talk about it, but you don’t need to explain yourself to me. It’s really none of my business, and it doesn’t change anything.”

Sokka nodded, but he turned to her—taking her hand and meeting her eyes with something bittersweet but determined in them. “I want you to know.”

With a reassuring nod, Suki gave his hand a gentle squeeze, and he told her the whole story. From the first time he had seen Yue and been so immediately smitten that he had almost fallen into the frigid water of the Northern Water Tribe’s canal system to him awkwardly fumbling his way through asking her if she’d like “to do an activity” to being so engrossed in talking to her that he had actually fallen into the frigid water of the Northern Water Tribe’s canal system to the heartbreak of learning she was already promised in an arranged marriage and, ultimately, to the grief of losing her as she sacrificed herself to become the moon spirit and save her people.

“I held her as she died…” he said—his voice wavering, quiet and uneven as if no matter much how much time had passed the weight of those words would always break something in him. “I felt like it was all my fault…because I couldn’t protect her.”

Suki’s heart ached for him—for the heart-wrenching hitch in his voice and for the glistening mist in the corners of his eyes. For everything he had been through and how much he had suffered. For how much he had loved Yue, and for how much Suki now loved him.

“It wasn’t your fault, Sokka,” she said, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close until he pressed his chin to her shoulder.

After a long, heavy pause, he pulled away from her. “I know that now,” he sighed. “But that doesn’t change the way I feel.”

“You still care about her.” It wasn’t a question.

Sokka turned to stare out at the full moon again—bright and shining in the sky as its reflection rippled in the water. He sighed, but he nodded. “I think I always will…at least in some way. And I think I’ll always feel a little guilty too—like there was something more I could have done, like I could’ve protected her if I had just been a little stronger.”

Suki swallowed hard. She wasn’t sure if it was her place to say this, but the words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them, “I don’t think she expected you to protect her. She sounds like such a brave and strong person. Making a sacrifice like that…she protected the people she loved.” Suki paused and turned to meet his eyes. “She protected you.”

Sokka took a deep breath. He stared out at reflection of the moon in the water as sand ran through his fingers. Suki was about to apologize for overstepping, for saying the wrong thing, but a smile twitched in the corners of Sokka’s mouth and he conceded, “You’re right…”

“That’s what we do for people we love,” said Suki—a certain flush in her cheeks as she tilted her head towards him. “We want to protect them.”

With a bittersweet nod, Sokka sighed again—shrugging his shoulders conciliatorily with a light, somewhat helpless chuckle. “Everyone I love is so strong. No matter how strong I try to be, it always comes down to them protecting me in the end.”

“Sokka—” she began to say as she placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, but she stopped abruptly as she watched a slight, bittersweet smile spread across his face in the moonlight.

“I know they don’t need me to protect them. I know you don’t need me either,” he admitted, cutting her off as he reached out to press his palm to her cheek. “But even if you don’t need me to protect you…that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to.”

He shrugged his shoulders but turned away. As he dropped his hand from her face, she reached out her own hand to him and pressed her palm to his cheek, gently tracing patterns on it with her thumb until he finally turned to look at her again.

“Sokka…I might not need you to protect me, but that doesn’t mean I don’t need you. I do need you”—she took his hand—“right here, by my side. We can fight together—protect each other.” She paused, and something warm spread through her chest as a gentle smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Fan and sword, right?”

Her smile widened as she saw that her repetition of the team name Sokka often playfully used for them had finally earned a smile from him. Something softened in his eyes, and he wrapped his arms around her—pulling her into a tight hug. “Right…” he whispered. She could feel his hands clutching onto her, gentle but protective as he pulled her against his chest—pressing his cheek against hers and burying his nose in her hair. His warm breath brushed up against her skin, and he whispered almost directly into her ear, “I just…I don’t want to lose you too. It’s…risky falling in love during a war.”

She could feel his shoulders stiffen, and he began to fidget as if he hadn’t really meant to say that aloud. Those weren’t words they had never spoken to each other. The implication of them was a line that they had never crossed before. But…what he said was honest—vulnerable, and his sincerity made her cheeks grow warm.

She tightened her grip around him—pulled him closer and pressed her chin to his shoulder as she ran her hand through the hair at the base of his neck. “I think loving someone is always a risk…There’s so much we can’t control and so much to lose, but”—the slightest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth—“what we have to gain…is worth the risk.”

At these words, he pulled away from her just enough to finally meet her eyes. His face lit up with a bright, beaming smile as he gently cupped her face in his hands, leaned in, and kissed her.

[protectbatson]

Cupid is so Dumb

Obito finally gets the role of his career as the villain of one of Konoha's biggest TV productions, when a rumor about infidelity hits the media and threatens not only his friendship with Rin Nohara, but also his possibility of having his feelings reciprocated by his role partner and current crush, Kakashi Hatake.

Or

where obito is in love with his role partner from the biggest action series on tv konoha but everything spirals when a rumor hits the media.

Words: 2,008

Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Fandoms: Naruto

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Uchiha Obito, Uchiha Madara, Nohara Rin, Hatake Kakashi

Relationships: Hatake Kakashi/Uchiha Obito, Uchiha Madara & Uchiha ObitoNohara Rin & Uchiha Obito, Hatake Kakashi & Maito Gai | Might Guy, Mitarashi Anko/Nohara Rin

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Actors, Alternative Dai-nana-han | Team 7 (Naruto), Misunderstandings, Nohara Rin Lives, One-Sided Nohara Rin/Uchiha Obito, Medic Nohara Rin, Uchiha Obito Needs a Hug, Uchiha Obito-centric, Bisexual Disaster Uchiha Obito, Gay Disaster Hatake Kakashi, My First Work in This Fandom, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, i have no idea what to put here anymore i think, i don't plan to write smut here but who knows, Boys In Love, Boys Kissing, if I remember anything later I'll update these tags here, yeah Naruto is a television show here, Good Uchiha Obito, Good Hatake Kakashi

read it on the AO3 here

read it in PT/BR at: Spirit Fanfiction

[lys-9-10]

Summary:

“Y-you were gone—it took you again—I couldn’t see you—Michael”—

“Shhh.” Michael brings a hand up to Jeremy’s hair and gently cards his fingers through the short waves. “It’s okay. I’m here. You’re here. You’re good, Jer.” 

[snapmite1998]

New Arcane oneshot is out on AO3!

I always think that Jinx visited Vi despite her apparent "death" at the end of the show. Regardless, I hope you all enjoy it!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66043615

[hinamie]

i'm exactly as normal about him as I thought I'd be

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[michelle-jwhssp2719]

Maybe should've tried harder for that scholarship

[zorangezest]

DUDE.

[enyter]

Heyo, I know I don’t post much, but I strangly gained a burst of confidence and posted on AO3 for the first time ever... so... you know... I would deeply appriciate if you would check it out <3  

Words:2,743

Fandom: The Forest (Video Game), Sons of the Forest (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Mutants - Character, Original Characters Additional Tags: Horror, Survival Horror, Survival, Mutants, POV First Person, Teamwork, Blood and Violence, Gore, Original Character(s), Original Player Characters, Brutality, Not Beta Read, My First Work in This Fandom, My First AO3 Post, The Forest-like AU

Summary:

The marketplace is abuzz with the hushed conversations of billionaires, each stall offering unique and exotic wares. However, my curiosity swiftly gives way to a growing sense of unease as I stumble upon a collection of humanoid creatures, perhaps the result of unsettling experiments. I pass them fast, and try to ignore this discovery, till a blood-curdling screech fills the air...

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

MDZS X Disco Elysium = Disco Guidao (Grandmaster of Detective Cultivation).

[scarfcatblogs]

Boy do I have brain bugs

[reiimorningstar]

2025 amphibia jumpscare (first post!! :3)

[imclou]

can't believe fnaf brought me out of art hibernation man what a turn of events

[thrsiller]

heya people of tumblr! tiktok didnt appreciate this much, so maybe you guys would....??? please...?

its a double layred birdhouse (i think) with two drawers and a few add-ons i made ^_^

(more photos under the cut)

and how i got thw bushes to work ^_^

[koalasmashedoneucalyptus]

This has been sitting in my drafts