#Old Fics

[ostentatiouslyonigiri]

Illumi Zoldyck prompt # 41

“Why’re you crying? Aren’t you happy to be with me?”

Clad in your usual attire of washed out bluejeans, worn out sneakers, and an oversized sweater just begging to be put out of its misery, the weather was a bit humid and the sky was overcast. The stickiness of the air clung to your skin like a child would to its mother and served to only support your bed and cover's plea for you to return, and once again, bask in its embrace—but today was special. Your fiancé, Jaren, had just finished his medical thesis on the ethics of healthcare and was going to present it to the campus' esteemed doctors, who would occasionally come to scout out new talent.Jaren wasn't dumb, he was actually quite brilliant; though his predisposition to overanalyze, and thus slow his progress on a project, created the impression of incompetency. In a school as expensive and competitive as his, even the notion of ineptitude was enough to ruin careers and social standings before they even began. Despite his faults, you still loved him all the same. Even if he wasn't the richest or most handsome guy, even if he couldn't provide for you both as much as you would have liked, and even if he was somewhat forgetful of certain dates, you were happy all the same. He was going to ace this, and when he did, he'll come home to a delicious meal!

As you made your way to the store with the money you managed to scrape by, you hummed to yourself a song that refused to leave. You stopped. Your head shifted around and the rhythmic pitter patter of your shoes hitting the pavement came to a halt. Something in the air felt off. The normally populated market center was now a ghost town and you don't like it. Making a mental note not to idle too much, you pushed the uneasy feeling deep into your mind and continued on.

What you saw as you entered the store was something no person should ever see: Slumped against the wall, face contorted in a silent scream, was the body-no corpse- of a man. Where his eyes should be, were needles; multiples of them all crammed into the sockets of the man as his hands were held against the wall with more of said needles. Stumbling back one step, two steps, then four, you grabbed your phone and called the police. Hours later, the once idle shopping center became rife with crowds of people and police; all trying to get their fill of the incident to either report to online sources or simply to curb their morbid curiosity. Police, soon after establishing the crime scene, ushered out what was left of said crowd and continued with their administrations. Of course, after questioning, you too joined those escorted out of the store...But as you left with the crowd, you felt the piercing stare of an unnerving and unappreciated presence. Your movements slowed and time seemed to yield, as if acknowledging as well the unsettling

cautiousness of the situation. Shifting from person to person, your brain searched desperately to pin the disquieting feeling being forced onto you as your eyes scanned the crowd.

Black hair; traces of long,silky,locks added with the impassive,yet obsessive, stare of the pale spectre only served to further disturb you. Observing the stranger, you couldn't help but to notice the odd beauty he possessed. His face was perfectly sculpted and was reminiscent to that of a porcelain doll, and his large coal black eyes- though creepy- only added to his hauntingly good looks.How long had you been staring at him? Bringing your mind back to the present, you quickly oriented yourself with the crowd of people and like that, the stranger was gone. 'How curious…', you thought to yourself.

It had all happened so fast; the days that later turned into months following your meeting with the beautiful stranger yielded some interesting results. For one, the rent that seemed to only continue being pushed back with the hope of being satisfied when things got better, were suddenly paid for.That annoying neighbor that insisted that we were too loud, suddenly found us to be less annoying and became sparse. You even mysteriously found that particular brand of perfume you've always wanted was right at your doorstep, ready to be used.As these kind gestures from the universe seemed to throw itself at you,your fiancé you joked about the source of it all. Maybe a fellow student at his university was silently acknowledging his hard work and contributions to his study, or maybe, you joked, it was a ghostly secret admirer showing his appreciation through great generosity. You found the idea funny, as someone as average as you would never gain such attention like that. Even though you found the idea amusing, your darling certainly didn't.He believed that this was dangerous and would come to bite them later. In all of these suggestions, never once did you assume that it could be the doing of the beautiful man you saw all those months ago. As the presents grew, so too did a lingering presence similar to the beautiful stranger's, follow suit. Could it be him? Whatever this was, it was a somewhat welcome extra help; well at least, it was, anyway.

While Lady Luck seemed to be smiling down on you in particular, she did not grant Jaren the same courtesy. On one occasion, Jaren found that his keys and other items were missing. Perhaps he misplaced them? You remember that night he had a seminar to attend and taking the bus was not viable. You tried your best to calm him down; you assured him that they would appear eventually, and that he could use what little money you got from your measly cashier job to send him on his way with a taxi.When he came home, he had stabbed his foot on a needle. On another occasion, the thesis paper he had painstakingly written and rewritten, to perfection, had been deleted right before a big presentation.You didn't know how it happened, as it had multiple backups, but this did not bode well for him,his reputation, or the grant money that you both came to rely on to make ends meet. Slowly, but surely, this situation became less and less amusing, and more and more stressful on your relationship. As the days dragged on and as the gifts increased, disaster struck.It's funny really how easily things came apart once he received a letter of expulsion for his supposed plagiarization of other more reputable studies. It was swift and brutal.

Suddenly, you went from living as comfortably as you and your love possibly could in your humble apartment, to relying on this secret admirer's kindly donations to keep you from being homeless. Though you tried to stay positive for the both of you, it was not enough. "I've had it with this stalker! My life is ruined, (Y/n)". Through gentle touches and caressing affection, you tried to assure him that perhaps this was all just a mistake on the school's part, and that all would get better; that was a bad move. " Don't you get it? It's done! I will never become a surgeon-I'll never be able to support you. Support us. What kind of man am I, that even this creep can be a better provider for you than me ?", He exclaimed. As he sat on the floor and sobbed into your arms, you felt the many hands and claws of agony grab onto your heart and pull. The intense gaze that seemed to surround you at almost every given day only intensified as the man in your arms gradually broke down. Was it enjoying it? It had to be, because if he even seemed to be doing well in the slightest, it's aura changed to a sickly one. As you came home from a particularly long day of work, Jaren was nowhere to be seen. At first, you believed that maybe he went to go blow off some steam with some of the few schoolmates that stayed by his side, but when you called them, they hadn't even seen him since the day he was expelled. You tried calling his mom; no response. It was as if he had disappeared off the face of the Earth.

This was all so long ago. As Mother Nature looked down upon the night sky and decorated it with flashes of light and sounds of thunder. The rain hitting the window with little thumps against the glass only served to ground you to your unpleasant reality. Today was the day you would give yourself to your secret admirer; or as you've now come to know him as Illumi. You knew that at some point in your newly established marriage that this would be an inevitability, but funnily time had a way of sneaking up on you while simultaneously giving the illusion of having plenty of it.

There you stood in the mirror, clad with the expensive lingerie that your dear husband's mother had ever so lovingly picked out for you. It hugged your curves with an embrace that could only be rivaled by him. It was a shame that said person had to be the one to see it and not your beloved from so long ago…

"You've been taking a long time". You jumped at the sudden introduction of Illumi. He often did this, wholey unconcerned about how awkward it made interactions with him become, or how you would wince when he went to touch you. This was way different then how Jaren would approach you. "I thought I told you to wait on the bed until I get back...Did I not make myself clear?". Just like every interaction with Illumi, this was rhetorical; an order that was phrased as something open to response on your part, but was merely his way of pushing you to bend to his desires. Not wanting to add to the scars from punishments given to you when you did not heed the danger in his voice, you affected a smile, and confirmed that he indeed stated that. He never was one to accept excuses.

Seeing the discomfort in the way you shyly shifted away from him as he snaked his arms around your waist, his normally impassive face shifting into a frown.

"( Y/n), do I not do a good job providing for you?". As you struggled to beat down the lump in your throat, Illumi's slender hands cupped your breasts, giving special attention to your nipples. Tensing ever so slightly, you prepared for another generic answer, but before you could, he spoke again: "Tell me, when you were with that good for nothing, did my gifts not satisfy you when he couldn't?".Tears pricked the sides of your eyes as you willed yourself to hold your tongue. Yet again, right when you were preparing to give yet another generic answer, his hand slid down from your breast and gently began rubbing circles around your now budding nub. His long silky hair and cool breath tickled your neck. You didn't want to admit it, but sometimes the gentleness of his touch was enough to make you want to give in to him, even if he was clearly in the wrong.

Though you didn't give a verbal answer, he seemed satisfied with the answer your body gave. Taking your silence as permission, he caged your body in his and led you to the bed. It was at this moment that the tears you had been holding back broke, and you found yourself to be only a mess of sobs and gasps. Towering above you as his hair became walls of ink , blocking out any and everything except his impassive gaze, he stood there as uncaring as ever and watched you unravel before him. Somewhat visibly annoyed, he wipes the tears falling down the sides of your face in a facsimile of fondness. " Why are you crying? Aren't you happy to be with me?".

Just as you'd done before, you gave in and did as he wanted. You gave him another set of words that would satisfy his need for control; "Yes, of course I'm happy to be with you".

After all, he was your husband and you were his cute, obedient, little wife.

[sarcasstic-jpmvr]

HELP @rabiessnail IS BULLYING ME WITH FICS I WROTE FROM WHEN I WAS 13

i mean this as a joke I still love @rabiessnail very much /p

BUT STILL HELP ME

@rabiessnail pls don’t reblog saying what the username is i’m bekng serious rn i don’t need other people knowing i wrote those

you can send screenshots from it but pls make sure the username is blurred out or sth I am begging of you

[halla-hunts-the-wolf]

Last night I found a fic I wrote years ago, posted, and forgot about. While it wasn't very good it did feel like I was reading it for the first time. Here are some lines that made adult me cheer on teenage me:

Classic Pavellan banter. 10/10 giggling and kicking my feet.

A former keeper had lost her clan, and this dialogue had me on my knees at 2 am.

IS THIS NOT PEAK ROMANCE?

[loopstagirl]

Virgil groaned, sticking his head under the pillows for a brief second as he tried to pretend that he was imagining the klaxon going off. That just wasn't fair, not when he was warm and comfortable and had been having a really nice dream. It took all of about two seconds and the sound of Scott's thundering feet before he realised that it was no dream, and he would have to get out of bed.

Letting out a long suffering moan, inwardly cursing the world for having disasters when he wanted to be able to sleep in until a reasonable time, Virgil pulled himself up right, yawning as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. His hair was sticking up in all sorts of crazy angles, not helped by the way he proceeded to drag a hand through it, yawning once again as he did so. Finally standing up – mildly wondering if it was going to help wake him up or simply make him regret being out of bed even more – Virgil winced as the cold floor met his bare toes. The weather had been unseasonably warm over the last few weeks, even with living on a tropical island. It had just led to Virgil sleeping in what was more commonly referred to as "Gordon-style". A lose pair of shorts, and nothing else. He even had his balcony doors open ever so slightly in order to tempt in a non-existent breeze. It hadn't worked for cooling his room down, but had somehow made the floor cold.

But despite his glance out of the window showed that it was going to be another beautiful day, Virgil knew the chances were that he wasn't going to be around to enjoy it. Damn rescues and their bad timing. Considering how many thoughts had flickered through his sleep-filled mind, Virgil made his way slowly down the stairs, trying and failing to stifle more yawns, and arrived at the lounge at the same time as his younger brothers. Alan looked like he felt, his face pale and his eyes bloodshot, although he had gone as far as putting a shirt on. Gordon looked the same way Gordon always did – even looking like he had been forced to pause long enough to even put a pair of shorts on, although that was something Virgil was adamantly not thinking about. Virgil was certain that his water loving brother never ever ran out of energy. Whether it was dawn or midnight, Gordon was incapable of walking. He bounced.

The same was true now. In fact, it was taking every ounce of Virgil's self control not to stamp on his brother's jiggling foot as the pair of them slid onto the sofa. Alan was standing off to one side, Scott and Jeff in front of their father's desk as they addressed Virgil's space bound brother. If he was awake, Virgil might have smirked at John's pyjama choice, knowing that Five didn't exactly get the same heat-wave that the island was experiencing at the moment. But instead, he just tossed a hand casually in John's direction that might have been an action that somehow resembled a wave before leaning his head back on the top of the sofa, yawning again. He could just about hear the morning chorus of birds beginning to greet the new day, and somehow, the knowledge did nothing to cheer him up.

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[raffinit]

hi- you probably get messages about this all the time which I get might irritate you. sorry in advance, but I wanted to at least ask on the off chance you say yes. would you be willing to share a pdf of your sylvaina fic entanglements? I'm not exaggerating when I say that your fic helped keep me sane during my hospital shifts during the pandemic and I still re-read it every couple of months when I need a pick-me-up. I went back for a re-read yesterday and saw you deleted it due to personal attacks in your comment section. I'm sorry that happened to you and completely understand the scorched earth policy in regards to dealing with people being awful. Please don't take my request as critical of that- I just enjoyed your fic enough that it seemed at least worth it to ask you about it. I don't mind contributing to a paypal/patreon/kofi if you're keeping your deleted sylvaina fics as tiered content or even just as compensation for the inconvenience of my request. I've rewritten this ask so many times that it probably sounds stilted and awkward, but I just wanted to try to convey my sincere enjoyment of your work as the main reason for why I'm reaching out to you. thank you for your time!

Thank you for your very kind words. It’s always nice to hear that people did/do enjoy the fics without the mess of fandom politics and what-have-yous.

I do have the files to share, and I did plan on sharing them if the need ever arose, and you can have them here!

…as soon as I figure out how to do that

[asarajaa]

Til this day I mourn the stop of this fanfic. Does someone know a ffc like this or what happened to the author? Hopefully, the author lost the account instead of disappearing

[baronaliswritingcorner]

Felannie Week 2024 (Day 3: Something Old)

For Day 3 of Felannie Week 2024, here's an old fic in Cuddelbug, wherein Lord Fraldarius will stop at nothing to keep his wife in bed. Will he succeed? Find out in what's probably still the cutest fic I've ever written.

I'm trying to crank out a fic for this Friday's "New Adventure" prompt, but it's not coming together well -- much of the same problems plaguing my writing process are rearing their ugly heads -- so I can't make any promises. Regardless, you can look forward to seeing some old works of mine.

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Regarding my Older, Non-Peaky Blinders Fics

I've decided to take some of my older fics that I'm honestly not as proud of anymore off of my masterlist and AO3. HOWEVER. I am not deleting them. You can still find them, either by searching my blog or through the links I'll leave down below. I feel bad deleting them entirely, but I'm just not as proud of them anymore. So this seemed like a good middle ground.

Cold Waters & Sunlit Gardens

Hiding Here Inside a Dream

Sea Salt Kisses

The Shadow Game

[ao3feed-vaderluke]

Surrender Your Soul

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/4671155 by Bacco

On a mission of sabotage against the Empire, Luke gets hurt and trapped in a dwarf planet amidst an asteroid field and his life is completely in the Darth Vader’s hands.

published: 2015-08-28 Words: 7680, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Rating: Explicit Warnings: Incest Categories: M/M Relationships: Luke Skywalker/Darth Vader Additional Tags: Incest, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Sexual Content, Luke and Vader yaoi, Male Homosexuality, Father/Son Incest,Temporary Amnesia, Luke and Vader incest Full AO3 Fic:

[japrilmusings]

Random..

I was really cooking with 'Say you'll love me again". If only greys hadn't fabulously pissed me off starting with the Minnick SL, I might have finished. Ah well.

[cloverofstories]

If you wanna read some silly things I wrote when i was a lot younger, here ya go- I'm just posting them all on ao3 so they can all be in one place lol

A stone that can turn people into dragons- I do know I wrote two more chapters for this- but I've got no idea what happened to them, i don't know where they're posted that I still have access to-

A story about time travel caused by night furies- How that happened? I honestly cannot remember lol

This one I wanna go back to kind of- either that or rewrite it entirely. It was going to be my first ever Hiccup!whump lol. If i remember correctly, hiccup was going to have to work for the hunters in order to protect the other riders

[tasavvur-e-jaana]

Killing Envy

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Lacchu was sitting by the lake- could be better defined as a pond that had formed due to a wandering little stream in the forest. Well, to be honest, he was hiding. To be even more truthful, he was sulking. Ram had come to visit the tribe. It had been only two days and the man was getting on his nerves. It was like every time he saw the man, there was an itch crawling all over him that could not be scratched. It was as irritating as a mosquito in an elephant’s ears. Everyone was doting over Ram, the hero. And that was fine. What irked him the most was how much Bheem had been happy with him. No, he did not have a problem with Bheem’s happiness, he just didn’t want them to be joined at the hip all the damn time. 

A quiet rustle among the leaves and Lacchu readied his dagger. This was deep woods. And even if it was daytime, there was still a possibility that carnivores could be roaming around. Especially to cool themselves, have a refreshing drink in the heat and humidity that was threatening to kill everyone in the forest. As a son of the forest, he was always prepared. 

“Put your dagger down. It’s only me.”

Lacchu sheathed the weapon in the folds of his kurta, sitting down again on the edge of the roots by the waterbody facing away from the newcomer. He took a small pebble in his hand, playing with it for a while and throwing it with a smash in the water, rippling it around, a few tiny fishes in the vicinity swimming away from the sudden impact. Some of the water lilies floated about their positions creating myriads of little waves around. 

“What are you doing here?” Lacchu snapped at him, decisively not looking. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

“How am I supposed to enjoy the party if you’re out here sulking?”

The younger man stood up and spun around so fast he nearly slipped and fell into the marsh below. Bheem jumped and grabbed the nearest arm, helping him regain his balance. Lacchu was quick to land on his feet. He jerked his hand away from Bheem’s grasp, frowning with irritation apparent in his next words. “You have HIM now, don’t you? Go dance with him! And I am not sulking!” Lacchu averted his gaze, concentrating once more on the landscape in front of him, his side facing the older man. 

Bheem laughed out loud, a pearly laugh that rang like ghungroos and his honey dipped eyes twinkled with amusement at his friend’s cost. He took a step forward, plucking a flower from the pond within his reach discreetly and placed it behind Lacchu’s ear in the gently fluttering curls of his friend due to wisps of breeze flowing from the cool water surface. 

“Don’t try to act cute, anna.” Lacchu crossed his hands, lips twitching at the sweet gesture of his beloved anna. But he was still mad. Extremely mad and would not let Bheem go so easily. To his disadvantage, the gond protector knew exactly how to push his buttons to make Lacchu forgive him. Not this time. Lacchu swore to himself that he would not fold like a badly built machaan on the tree. 

Bheem took a measured step towards his companion, extracting the flower from his hair and offering it to him. ���I’m not. You love these, don’t you? And they really look beautiful in your hair. Remember how you used to-'' He began somewhat demurely, a little nostalgic, only to be cut off by Lacchu’s wrath.

“Of course! I’m not the one who-” he screamed, all his frustration, his ire, his envy into those two words. Because he did. He had been reminiscing about it more and more. His brain leafed through those memories akin to movies in a cinemascope as he sat at what used to be their place, their secret, a place where he had seen Bheem bring Ram the evening of the very next day that degenerate had set foot in their village. Nothing was theirs anymore. Ram had infiltrated each significant souvenir of his and Bheem’s camaraderie just like he had the british police, just like he had his anna’s life. 

Vivid scenes had been floating around in the younger man’s conscious before he was interrupted. How they used to hide out here whenever they wanted adventure as kids, some privacy as adolescents and some quiet as adults. Lacchu had, as a child, once put a flower in his longer than now hair, and Bheem had told him he looked beautiful. He had then braided his hair in a messy plait, neither of them knowing how to actually do it and wove more flowers in those dark, silken tresses. Little Lacchu had gleamed with unbridled joy. That was Bheem, his older brother, his protector, his confidante, his companion… That was Bheem, whom Lacchu loved with all his heart, the very same Bheem who did not reciprocate the depth of Lacchu’s feelings. The realisation struck hard and fast after the entry of Alluri Rama Raju in their lives. The permanent obstacle in Lacchu’s happiness. The thorn in his eye.

Lacchu knew he had to let Bheem go one day, of course he knew. Bheem would fall in love with a beautiful girl or a handsome guy, maybe, because who wouldn’t love his anna? Bheem’s personality was such that it drew people to him like a moth to a flame. And he had been preparing himself  for the hurt to come as they grew older, young men on the cusp of adulthood and beyond, he knew it was the way of nature. But Bheem falling in love with Ram of all people, the very same person who inflicted gruesome torture on himself and his anna- it was too much. Lacchu was only a man after all. He was not as kind as Bheem, nor as forgiving. Sharing Bheem was never a problem, you see- sharing Bheem with Ram was. 

That thought sent a pulse of sorrow through the younger man, not calming the fury, but subduing it. Like a caged tiger becomes desolate after a while realising that he’s never going to be let out. A sense of defeat enveloped him, like hot oil pouring, dripping into his gut- drop by drop, killing the sensations. And soon after, the very familiar numbness followed. The very same one when he concurred his anna was going to come to save him. He was going to die at the hands of his torturer. It spread like ink on the veins of papyrus through his being, leaving dark traces of itself. 

“Bheem,” the older man was visibly taken aback. Lacchu only called him by his name when he was dead serious. When he was violently furious. So angry that he would get extremely calm, akin to an ocean before the storm. “Please go back to the festivities. I need this solitude.” 

The younger man did not wait for an answer, going back to the same position where Bheem found him in the first place. The curly haired man was dejected, but not really surprised. Lacchu had been closed off since they came back. At first Bheem thought, maybe he needed time and space, so he gave him that- which inadvertently turned out him spending more time with Ram and less with Lacchu. Big mistake. Bheem did not expect Lacchu to forgive Ram instantly, but his closest friend being at his lover’s throat all the time was vexing. He had been wanting to have a heart to heart with Lacchu for quite some time now. There was a ton of work to do with the new missions, new people in their lives, new tasks but it was definitely not worth jeopardising personal relationships. He had learned it the hard way with how things had gone down with him and Ram. He did not need that lack of communication to cost him his little brother. 

Bheem understood Lacchu’s wrath, maybe even his envy- he felt immense guilt that Lacchu felt this way about him and Ram but the heart wants what the heart wants. Even the great Komaram Bheem was not immune to the woes of the heart. He took a deep breath, just wanting to let everything that he wanted to say for what felt like an eternity now to his oldest friend. It was better this way maybe. With Lacchu not facing him, not speaking to him, he would be able to speak his mind without interruptions. This was the moment of truth. 

“Fine. You don’t have to come. You don’t have to utter a single word. But I am not leaving until I say my piece. And you know how stubborn I am. So please, I beg you chinna, just listen.” He used the title he had bestowed on the younger man when he was a baby and used it for a long time. Not lately though, much to his and the younger man’s disappointment. They were getting estranged by the passing hour and it was eating away at both their souls. 

Lacchu huffed at that endearment feigning annoyance, yet feeling a spark of hope too. He had been waiting for Bheem to take the initiative- as he had felt abandoned by him. Also, the fact that Lacchu was as obstinate as they came. Being the youngest of their group, he had always been Bheem’s favourite. His every whim being catered to by the older man when they were young. If Lacchu was ill, he wanted Bheem to care for him, if he couldn't sleep, he wanted Bheem to sing to him or tell him stories, if he was scared, he wanted Bheem to protect him, if he was happy, he wanted Bheem to share it with, if he was sad, he wanted Bheem to cheer him up. And Bheem had always been there. Now, there was a Bheem shaped hole in his heart. A cavity that refused to heal. A cavity that grew bigger every time he saw them together. 

However resentful he was, the younger man was not nearly ready for the next words that reached his ears. “I am sorry, Lacchu. I really am sorry for everything you have been through. I am sorry for not being the friend I should have been. I am sorry you had to suffer because of me. Every night I think of the torture you suffered on my behalf, and that he was the one at whose hands you-" Bheem's voice trembled as he paused for breath.

Lachhu chuckled, no, he laughed. A maniacal sound that echoed through the surroundings, deafening the gurgle of the stream, the occasional chirping of the birds, the rustle of the leaves. A laugh which rang loud but hollow, empty, devoid of joy. Dark and twisted in its humour. "You think I hate him because of the torture he inflicted on me?" The younger man did not move from his position, surprised at Bheem's line of thought. Bheem stood there, nonplussed. But Lacchu was talking. That was something. He'd take the small victories.

"Do you think so low of me that I'd hate someone so fiercely just because of some cuts and bruises on my body that have healed long ago?" He continued, amusement apparent in his tone. "Even you don't know me then."

Bheem was taken aback. Yes, Lacchu was not the most open book out there, he had trouble connecting with people but once that initial wall was shattered, he had the most beautiful and charming persona. The day Lacchu would show his vulnerability to anyone was the day he'd welcome them into his own personal tight knit world - the day he’d be yours. Forever. So, if anyone knew Lacchu like the back of his hand, it was Bheem. Apparently, not so much.

"Then tell me. Tell me why you hate him so much."

The younger man got up and turned, facing Bheem but still far from Bheem's reach. Not physically, that was a distance of a few feet, one that he could reach with a long stride. But emotionally, there was a chasm between them which seemed to grow further apart with each landslide of misunderstanding. "You! The reason I hate Ram is you!"

Seeing confusion written all over Bheem's face, Lacchu sighed. Well in for a paisa…

"I loathe him because he betrayed you. You were his best friend and he did not think twice before ripping you to shreds on that public square. Jenny akka has told me everything and I have seen the scars on your back. So don't even think of lying to me." He glared. "And don't give me the sense of duty crap, he knew what he was doing was wrong and he did it anyway. Don't tell me he did not have a choice because you are the person who has taught me that there always is a choice. I despise him because even after all this, he has earned your forgiveness so easily. Garnered respect from people as if he's a God. But the worst part is, you love him. You love him and I am the one who is cast aside." Tears had started flowing down his eyes. A sight that wrecked Bheem from within. He has absolutely no idea that Lacchu felt this way. 

Unaware of Bheem's rising turmoil, he spoke, stifling sobs that threatened to spill out like grains from an overly stuffed sack. "Do you even know how hard it is to see you frolicking around with him as if nothing has transpired between you? To see your best friend go to someone you can't even look at without your blood boiling? I was always prepared to be on the sidelines once you'd find someone but I wasn't prepared for that person to be him." Lacchu met the older man's gaze now. His eyes glistening with tears, red rimmed, his countenance exhibiting raw grief. 

Bheem shook his head. He was disappointed in himself. Guilt, remorse and a hundred different forms of emotions rose like bile, lodging in his throat. He swallowed them, taking an audible gulp, vowing to make this right. He approached the younger man, giving him ample time to back off but Lacchu seemed to be rooted to the ground. His hands by his sides, his body taut with tension of what was going to happen next. 

Bheem placed his hands on the now bearded jaw. The baby face was long gone but still Bheem could see it. A frightened little boy who was afraid to lose his anna. Just like the night before Bheem went on his first solo hunt. 

"Chinna," he started, with all the love, conviction and most of all, the truth and depth of his feelings in the honey dipped orbs. "Remember this. You are and you will be my number one. Always. Forever."

Lacchu's eyes went wide, obviously caught off guard. He wanted to move, but Bheem’s hands, which had now shifted to his shoulders, fixed him in the position. So, as a defence, Lacchu once again averted his eyes. He had not meant to confess all this. But he was a ticking bomb of sentiments that was bound to explode sooner rather than later and Bheem’s provocation, the serene atmosphere, everything acted as a perfect catalyst for the blast. Bheem let him have this as he went on opening up his heart to the man. 

“I want to apologise for everything. But I don’t think at this point, words are enough,” 

“They’re not.” 

Bheem snickered, “The tiger may be wounded but the claws are still intact, huh?” That made Lacchu meet his gaze with a fiery stare and a pout. Bheem found it endearing. It was like a kitten being aggressive to assert its dominance of the situation. 

“But how can you be so stupid to think that I would cast you aside just because I have someone else in my life?”

“Because you just did!” 

Bheem cast his head down. Lacchu had got him there. He had not tried to make amends with Lacchu, thinking he needed to sort this out on his own, away from Bheem. What a colossal idiot he had been! Of course Lacchu had been waiting for him! “I’m sorry,” The older man found himself to be on a loop of sorries, it was starting to irk him how he could not come up with anything other than meaningless apologies. 

“Okay. Let me start again.” Bheem took a moment to organise his jumbled up thoughts and let his guilt simmer down. “You are right. I was a moron for not coming to you sooner. And yes I admit to have overlooked our bond over the new ones forged recently. But that is not a valid excuse. You should be mad at me and I will take any punishment you see fit. I won’t pester you about forgiving Ram from now on. You will when you will. I may not agree with your reasons but I respect them nonetheless because they are yours. And you are my dearest friend. You are much more than that. You are my brother. I love you. And you can come kick my ass anytime I’m being an idiot again. Just come to me, Lacchu. Just talk to me. Okay? This standoffishness, this wall between us…” 

The gond protector pulled his friend into his arms, who had tiny rivulets of tears running down his cheeks, who went in willingly. “I can’t handle it. I know that even someone as courageous as you were struggling. So please.” Lacchu felt the embrace tighten around him. It felt like home. But his anna always did give the best hugs. 

“Do you understand?” Lacchu nodded into the older man’s chest, sniffling a little. 

“You can hug me back, you know right?” Lacchu shook his head burying it further into Bheem’s heart. Bheem’s chortle rang through Lacchu’s ears, clear like bells. There was a carefree twing to the sound, the tune of the beginning of healing the crack between the two men. 

They stayed like that for a while, the tides of remorse not receding completely but the storm was certainly deflected. It was a long way to calm the ocean and to sunny weather but the dark clouds seemed to be parting, retreating, taking the shadow of a doomed friendship with them. As they parted, an idea formed in Bheem’s mind. The last attempt to wash away all the tenacity which he knew would work like a charm. A symbolic gesture that would remind Lacchu that all was not lost, and Bheem really did mean each and every word he’d uttered. 

“Race you back?” The usual twinkle returned to Lacchu’s eye to support Bheem’s argument. 

“What will I get?” His little brother was back.

“What do you want?” 

“To punch Ram in the face?” Lacchu laughed for the second time in the encounter but this was the sound which Bheem had been dying to listen to. The boyish charm was back. Bheem glared at him but his up-turned lips said otherwise. 

“On the count of three. Get ready to taste the dirt, anna!” Lacchu jeered as the men took their positions to sprint off. 

“Not if you fall into it first, chinna!” 

The final glance was exchanged, the pair of eyes twinkling with fervour, bodies taut with anticipation, hearts thrumming with excitement and hands rolled into fists, focusing on the win. “One…” 

“Two…” 

And whoosh! 

“Hey you cheat! I’ll show you…” Bheem shouted as he rushed to reach the younger man who had shot off like a bullet from the gun. What was left behind was the ring of laughter in the air and the sweet call of the cuckoo in tune with that, like a melody to a percussion instrument. 

The dense canopies of lush, verdant trees, the beautiful stream gurgling, meeting the pond and the blooming water lilies the only witnesses to the joyous reunion of two lost souls who had found their way to one another in their midst. 

//

Hope you all liked it. idk how many of you are reading this now, or have read it before as it is one of the old ones. @vijayasena - you asked about more lacchu content, here it is. idk if you have read this before.

[disorganizedkitten]

These Hopeless, Helpless, Miraculous-Wielding Romantics Chapter 1

Miraculous Ladybug | 2018 | 2,085 | Ao3 | Masterlist | Next

Paris. It’s the city of lights, love and (occasionally evil) butterflies. Our duos have been through a lot, and there’s more to come. But love, fate and magic always seem to entangle and bring friends close and lovers closer. And of course, our favorite wingmen and wingwomen are here to help push that way too. (It doesn’t matter what kind of wings, right?)

A mess of self-discovery and shipping, written for LadyNoir July 2018.

Rena Rouge watched through her flute three rooftops away, stifling giggles as Ladybug landed on the roof, looking around suspiciously. This plan was as complex as one of Marinette’s, which meant it would either A. fail horribly and Queen B (who was monitoring it’s progress beside her) could tease her about it later, or B. it would actually work because there wasn’t a stuttering mess here to, well, stutter her way out of it.

“Rena? Chat? Queen B? I swear if this is a setup-”

“M’lady I’m insulted! Why would I ever set you up?” And there was Chat Noir, right on time and right where she knew he’d be. Alya’s wingwoman skills would work this time, and her ship would become canon! Heck yes!

“You tell me, I just got a call from Rena saying I needed to get here now, and that you and Queen B were already here too.”

“I got a similar call, just switch me with you. Do you think it’s an akuma that’s hacked into our communicators?”

Rena was confused when Ladybug slammed her forehead into her palm and groaned.

“Nope. I know who did this, I’ll take care of it tonight during our scheduled patrol with Rena and Queen B.”

“Are you sure LB?”

Ladybug turned to Chat Noir, placing her hands on his shoulders. While Rena couldn’t see her face, she guessed Ladybug was giving Chat a are-you-really-doubting-me-now look. (Really though, she was giving him a yes-I-got-myself-into-this-mess-let-me-get-out-of-it look, mixed with a this-isn’t-that-kind-of-secret-I-really-do-trust-you look).

Chat’s shoulders slumped. “Alright, but can we meet up a little earlier, just the two of us? It’s been a while since we’ve done that.”

“Of course Chat! You think twenty minutes will be enough to get from the Eiffel tower to Trocedaro and back?”

“It is for me, the question is, will you be able to keep up?”

Ladybug reeled back in false offense, and Queen B had to cover Rena’smouth so the other two didn’t hear her squeal. Rena shoved Queen B off as she turned back to Ladybug and Chat Noir.Honestly, she wasn’t that loud.

“Ladybug doesn’t like Chat Noir? I mean obviously not. It’s not like their chemistry could be seen from a mile away or anything,” Queen B muttered from Rena’s side. (okay so they weren’t quite that far away, but still).

“Oh it is on Chat! Get in as much practice as you can before tonight, or prepare to have your butt kicked!”

“Ooh, someone sounds confident. Should we bet on it?” Chat asked, leaning in.

“No,” Ladybug pushed his nose, shaking her head.

Rena slammed her face into her hands. ‘Why?’

“Why not?”

“Cause I know what you’ll want to be the prize.”

“A rooftop picnic?”

Ladybug seemed surprised, and Rena found herself wishing she had a second vantage point so she could her face. “Actually, I’ll agree to that. Loser hosts it?”

“Only if Winner gets to pick the venue,” Chat bargained.

“And date.”

“Okay!”

“Okay. See you tonight,” Ladybug waved and threw her yo-yo.

Chat sighed as she left. His usual, lovestruck sigh that gave Rena all the more reason to give these two a shove in the right direction.

After a few seconds he shook out of it and left. “Alright Rena, I’ll admit, it’s a start.”

Rena Rouge turned to Queen B, incredulous. “A start? Did you not see that? I have it completely under control! They’ll be an item by the end of the month!”

“Except Ladybug knows it’s you,” Queen B pointed out, her bright yellow fingers pointing towards where Ladybug and Chat Noir had just vacated.

“Nah. She just thinks she does. I’ll play innocent until it’s over with, then I’ll ask for bragging rights.”

Queen B raised her eyebrows, “You? Ms. Setter-upper extraordinaire, needs bragging rights?”

“My other subject has a minor speech impediment cause by being in the basic vicinity of her crush,” Rena shrugged.

Queen B facepalmed.

“Who has a crush? Oh my gosh! You two are Queen B and Rena Rouge! I’m such a fan! And so is my best friend Alya! Can I get a few pictures for her?”

The two superheroes turned to see Marinette of all people standing at the edge of the roof, hands up to her chest like a true fangirl.

Queen B froze up a little bit, but Rena’s face split into a huge grin. “Of course, anything for a fan!”

After Marinette had gotten a few pictures, (She really would send these to Alya), and after she had decided to dial her fangirling back a bit, Marinette posed the question that was the whole reason she had come up here. “So what were you two doing up here anyways? I hope I didn’t interrupt an Akuma hunt!”

Rena shrugged, “You didn’t interrupt anything, Queenie and I had just finished when you arrived.”

“Finished what? Or is it some super secret super hero stuff?”

“It’s some super secret super hero stuff,” Queen B answered quickly, her smile a touch too wide. Marinette had to swallow a triumphant grin. She and Chloe had had a bit of a run in while detransforming a few weeks ago, and had been getting along better since, but Chloe being uncomfortable with ‘Polka-dots’ (as was her new nickname for Marinette) when talking superhero stuff like this was just too much fun to watch.

“No it isn’t,” Rena said, exasperatedly. “We were wingwomaning Ladybug and Chat Noir.”

“Oh my gosh really? Are they going to be together soon?”

“Yep!”

“Which one are you wingwomaning for? Or did they each ask one of you?” Queen B was shaking her head and making a huge Alya-reminiscent X with her arms over and over as Marinette continued sneakily interogatting Rena Rouge. Rena however, wasn’t looking back at Queen B and getting the warning. Although maybe it was Queen B asking Marinette to stop.

“Now that’s a secret,” Rena teased, “But don’t worry, I’m sure once we get them together we can start wingwomaning for Civilians.”

Queen B had given up from her perch behind Rena, and wasn’t even trying to stop her partner from spilling the beans.

“But hasn’t Ladybug already done that?” Marinette asked. That got Chloe to look up, an eyebrow raised. Had Chloe missed everything?

“She has?” Rena seemed surprised as well. Marinette felt a little insulted at that, but maybe Rena was acting. After all, she didn’t know Marinette already knew she was best friends with Rena Rouge.

“Oh yeah! She got Ivan and Mylene together, and Alya and Nino, and Onidine and Kim, and-”

“Okay we get it! We’ve got a little catching up to do. But we will, don’t worry.”

Queen B scoffed. “No, you have a lot of catching of to do Rena.”

Rena turned and stuck her tongue out at Queen B, before turning back to Marinette. “Well anyways, anything else we can help with while we’re out here?”

Marinette pursed her lips, and caught sight of Queen B mouthing “No. No. No. No.” over and over again. She couldn’t think of anything else off the top of her head, so she decided to give Queen B a break. For a little while. She needed to decide how she felt about Alya trying to set her up with Chat, and Chloe helping.

“I don’t think so, but thank you so much for the pictures! Alya’s going to love them!” Marinette waved and walked back over to the wall which she came up, deciding she’d head over to Chloe’s to get a full disclosure version of it.

“Okay, bye!” Rena waved, making Marinette sure that she had made Alya’s day by coming over and being a fan.

If nothing else, making her friend happy was good. So was information, but she needed more of that.

Queen B parted ways with Rena Rouge as soon as Marinette left. She needed to explain, you know, before Marinette did something rash like she did every now and then. She still shipped LadyNoir, but since she knew Spots and Polka-dots were the same person, (and that Polka-dots still had a major crush on Adrien), she probably seemed a lot like a jerk for trying to set Spots and Chat up.

She scanned the city, finding Marinette almost at Le grand Paris. How did she even move that fast without transforming? She dived for the pigtailed girl, scooping her up and giving her a speed ride to Chloe’s balcony.

“You do know someone probably saw that, right?” Marinette asked, raising an eyebrow as they landed.

“You guys take people up here all the time,” Chloe replied incredulously, still transformed.

“When there’s an akuma,” Marinette pointed out, just as screams started coming in through the window, along with a shout of “Marinette Dupain-Cheng!”

“What did you do this time? How did you even have time to do anything this time?” Queen B asked, waving her hands as if to say ‘Why me?’

“I didn’t!” Marinette protested, “I knew you’d want to explain before I came up with a reprimand, so I made a beeline straight to here!”

“Ridiculous! Utterly Ridiculous! Not only did you somehow accidentally cause an Akuma while coming at me, Chat has corrupted you with his puns!”

“I punned? Oh, right, beeline, sorry,” Marinette shrugged. “Should we go take that thing down?”

“Yes. And then anything you do, Blame Rena! I know all about your classmate crush and I know that’s why you say to a romantic relationship with Chat, but she doesn’t!”

Marinette shook her head. Of course Rena didn’t, she didn’t know what Chloe knew! “Whatever, Tikki! Spots on!”

The pink flash covered the balcony and then the two bug-themed superheroes were shooting off the balcony and into the afternoon sunlight to fight whoever had a grudge with Marinette this time around.

******

Chat Noir waited on the Eiffel tower, excitement flowing through his veins. Thanks to that prank call from Rena, (deny it as she might, he knew better), and an Akuma that was mad at Marinette because she had entered another contest a while ago and had won, he got to see Ladybug twice already, plus they had a race to do on their own, and a picnic! Okay so a picnic wasn’t actually set yet, but it was a start!

“Ready to lose Chat?”

He spun at the voice, seeing Ladybug smirking at him.

“Oh you’re going to lose M’lady. This cat is fast!”

“I’m faster.”

“Oh. Wanna see for sure? Ready, set, go!”

Both superheroes shot off running, swinging and vaulting while they teased each other the entire way. Eventually Chat did win, but only, and only, because, as Ladybug said, “I know the better food joints. Like I was going to let you pick it, alley cat.”

Chat swooned in fake betrayal at that, before Queen B and Rena Rouge caught up to them.

“Oh there the sneaks are!” Chat looked at Ladybug as she spoke, a smug smile creeping across her face. Had he missed something?

Queen B groaned and plopped onto the ground, burying her face in her hands. Rena just looked at them, the picture of innocence.

“So I have it on good authority that you two want to have a wingwomaning spree, is that right?”

Rena bit her lip, smiling guiltily, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I told you. I told you it was a bad idea to spill the beans to Polka-dots in a public place and yet you do anyways. Spots was listening you crazy fox,” Queen B muttered.

“Exactly. Especially when I know there are fangirls in the area. That’s the absolute best way to get information, don’t you know?” Ladybug reiterated, the smile only growing more smug.

Rena pouted. Chat was still a little confused, but he was starting to put the pieces together. Ladybug had never confirmed it, but he was pretty sure she picked someone out of her own life to be Rena Rouge, which meant she probably dealt with stuff like this as a civilian all the time.

Rena Rouge was a matchmaker in training. And Queen B was her partner in crime? Maybe.

“Fine, I admit it. I planned the meeting.”

Ladybug smiled. “Thank you for the honesty. You two go ahead and finish patrol, and meet me here tomorrow for tips on winging it. Okay?”

The other two nodded, and Chat gave Ladybug a weird look. She just winked and threw her yo-yo off the tower beam, swinging off for the night.

[loopstagirl]

Bonded

Catching up on some old stories, so here's some pure fluff

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He was flying. Soaring through the clouds in something that was faster than he knew should have been technically possible. And yet, despite that, he was the one in control, ducking and diving through the clouds effortlessly. There was a sense to his flying, he could feel it. It wasn't just the sheer exhilaration of being in control of something so powerful, there was something drawing him on, something that was telling him he had somewhere to be. The speed wasn't just because he could; it was because it was needed. Something was relying on him, something crucial. If only he knew what, maybe he would be able to go even faster...

"Scott!" Jolting awake, Scott opened his eyes blearily; following the hand on his shoulder into his grandmother's smiling face.

"Wha- what's happenin'?" He mumbled sleepily, curling up even more in the hard plastic chair that he had been sitting on for quite a few hours. The dream had been a good one, definitely something he would prefer to experience again rather than staring at the blank wall opposite him. Well, blank wasn't the right word, it was covered in posters and health advice, but to a five year, they held no interest. They might have well been speaking a different language for all that Scott was able to make out.

"Nothing yet, sweetheart. We are still waiting for news. But you are going to hurt your back if you carry on sleeping like that." Nodding absentmindedly, Scott hitched himself further up on the seat, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand and yawning. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he looked around again. No wonder his grandmother hadn't just moved him like she would normally whenever Scott fell asleep, for his two year old brother was curled up on her lap, thumb in mouth and fast asleep. Grandma's hand was resting against John's back, both as a comfort to the toddler and to stop him slipping. Her other hand was still resting on Scott's shoulder.

"I want to see Mommy." Scott muttered. He knew that he shouldn't moan, and that his grandmother had been telling him what a good boy he had been before he had fallen asleep after spending hours distracting John by helping him colour in stars. But he was getting to the point where he had had enough. There was only so long a little boy could spend in a hospital with nothing to do.

"I know, darling. We'll give it another hour, and if there is still no news, I'm taking you two home."

"No!" Scott practically yelled, blushing as a few people turned to face them and his grandmother raised her eyebrows at him. "Daddy said we could be here. Please, Grandma, pretty please! We can't go home, please..."

Read the rest on Ao3

[stillnotyourmusebitch]

I was rereading one of my old Loki x reader fics on AO3 and it actually made me feel much better about myself.

If you're having a bad day and want some Hurt/Comfort Loki fic. It might help you too

[raine-kai]

Fic Stats Game

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most bookmarks, fourth most comments, fifth most words, and your fic with the least amount of words.

Tagged by @aowyn <3

Most Hits, Second Most Kudos, and Third Most Bookmarks

Undertow

(One Piece, one-sided Strawhats/Luffy) This amounts to a character study, exploring each crewmember's love for Luffy. I wrote it more than a decade ago. I'm surprised that it basically swept the game 😂

The Straw Hats all feel the gravity. They let it pull them under. And if its source doesn't realize what he does to them...well, they don't really mind.

Fourth Most Comments and Fifth Most Words

Things You Couldn't Possibly Know

(Love Like the Galaxy, Xuan Shen'an-centric modern AU) A slice-of-life fic I wanted to use to explore Zisheng/Shaoshang in a non-canon setting from outsider POV. It turned out that they made no sense from Shen'an's POV, but she did not care to ask them about what was going on, so Shaoshang ended up getting an equal number of POV chapters.

“Zisheng,” Shen’an sighs. “Please just bring Shaoshang to visit me. If her brother wants to visit too, as her brother or as A’Li’s boyfriend, of course he’s also very welcome. But why are you beating around the bush?”

“Ah—Shaoshang isn’t going to visit us by herself,” says Zisheng, so casually that Shen’an nearly doesn’t process the meaning until a few seconds later, at which point she nearly drops her mug.

“Why not?” she asks, eyes narrowing. “What have you done?”

“Nothing,” says Zisheng. “But she thinks spending time alone with me would be unfair to her boyfriend.”

���Zisheng,” Shen’an groans. The life Xuan Shen'an wished for, where she is sister to Yue Heng and mother to Huo Buyi. She would love Cheng Shaoshang as a daughter-in-law...unfortunately, the girl already has a boyfriend.

Least Words

Through the Seasons

Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron, post-canon poem I wrote when I was 13.

I am highly amused that the first 5 categories basically got swept by the same 2 fics, and that this has resulted in 3 fics each published approximately a decade apart. Random sample of 20 years of my writing! 😂

Tagging @vivifriend and @threephasebird if you want to play, but zero pressure <3