#ao3 (potential) fic

[one-chaotic-neautral]

Arcane ships ranked, for fun

The main ships and some rarepairs I've found, I like pretty much everything in the first 4 rows. I probably missed some but idk what they are and I'm too lazy to add more rn.

feel free to add your thoughts or ships but again its just for funsies :)

[fumifooms]

Hien & Benichidori compilation

Okay so I put a & but this absolutely a shippy post, the hienichidori community is quiet af and there is no discourse but their comics in their Adventurer’s Bible profiles…!!! Many may ask, does Benichidori canonically have a crush on Hien?! Straightforward answer: It’s left heavily implied but yes. Alternate answer: If the framing of Falin in an explosion as Toshiro says that he loves her isn’t meant to associate the explosion with falling in love when it is mirrored in the next page, then… I think it’s a mix of both, I don’t think just this is true because Hien wouldn’t know who Shuro is talking about or even what Falin looks like, but it could be that the explosion is instead meant to show a world vision being shaken, the thing blowing you away. So for Hien, having Shuro say that breaks this unsaid assumption she’s always had that they might end up together, and thus Falin is taken like an explosion to the face. Similarly, for someone with facial dysmorphia and for who appearances and being subservient are everything, having Hien be confident and totally assume her plain looks, even uplifting herself, that also shakes her world like a bomb. And yes it’s not just about the makeup!! Benichidori’s drawn to her confidence, to her unapologetic attitude, to her attitude. Benichidori unexpectedly snapped at Hien too, but she was totally unshaken and she replied casually and lightheartedly even then; Benichidori saying she can be herself with Hien is about Hien not caring about her mask, both her makeup and her subdued demeanor. Hien is canonically special to Benichidori.

And on the note of that comic, I took a picture from my Adventurer’s Bible for this but I think the fantranslations I’ve seen are lovely too, really gets across all the meaning of the original sentence… Where Benichidori said "She was the only one I could be my unadorned self in front of" (which is my fave) or "I’m able to act my honest self with her". Benichidori having body(more specifically facial) dysmorphia is explicitly stated in the Adventurer’s Bible btw.

Pleasee how Hien’s extra is her talking about her life story and Toshiro to Benichidori… How Hien says "That guy is blind!" and Benichidori says "I’ve noticed that 😊" as if saying that Toshiro is blind to what a catch Hien is… Also in the ninja girls’ shared inn room Benichidori puts her futon next to Hien’s bed.

[spokelseskladden]

hey guys i imprinted on another minor character and now im making it everyone's problem :)

[faeyells]

Hey, is anyone interested in a fic???

It gonna be vaguely medieval but not really, it’s a sort of fairytale-esque so everything is blurry around the edges.

It was originally just going to be a nobleflower fic but now it has Wolfstar, jegulus, pandamarylily (is that what it’s called?), rosekiller, dorlene, quillkiller, and other shit going on too. Main plot okay

Narcissa loves to sword fight, she’s really good at it. Her mentor places her in a knights competition, there she meets Alice, a commoner turned knights apprentice, and as they fall in love and face the dramas of the court, Narcissa’s marriage and their hardships, everyone they know also changes.

Sirius loves hunting, loves rocketing through the forests with James Peter and his cousins, while our riding one day, he stumbles across a man living in the woods. Remus just tends to his sheep, looks after his house and his hound and lives a quiet, happy life. Sirius wants so badly to run away with him, but his ties to his family are too strong for him to cut.

Regulus moved away to the countryside, to get away from his brother, he now lives in their parents large estate, handling affairs of war, paperwork and finances for the family, it’s slow, but he loves the silence. When James comes to escort a foreign dignitary to the estate so regulus may converse with him, they are stuck together for a few months.

Lily is a witch, living in the place where forest and city meet, she is good friends with Remus and so when he tells her of his lovers plight, his need to escape the family, she tells him she knows just the spell to make someone forget another, even their own family, though she needs a few things, including the hair of a prophet and the blood of a siren.

Mary is captured by a crew of war bound sailors, pirate hunters and navymen, while a swimming too far from her school of sirens. When their ship is attacked by pirates, Mary and the captain of pirate hunters, Dorcas, are captured by the pirates, they meet Marlene, and Barty, the co-captains who are willing to help them if they cooperate.

Pandora and Evan come from a far away place, at war, they reach the kingdom and are split apart, Evan going on a trip to meet the Blacks dignitary, and Pandora searching for the witch she saw in a dream.

Evan complains to regulus about the ship of soldiers that was meant to arrive at his kingdom but was lost at sea near here, asks if it was them, complains of his missing friend Dorcas. Regulus explains the pirates in the area, how they dock near here, he meets Barty and takes him into custody, letting Mary, Dorcas and Marlene go, and so… rosekiller ensues.

Bellatrix is a noblewoman of high respect, and she would like to keep it that way, she would also like to know what her sisters are up to, Rita helps with both of these things, as well as some… other things Bellatrix doesn’t want to admit she wants.

It’s long and I was only figuring some of it out while I was writing this but, I love it, I’ve already started drawing some stuff and have more notes than you can imagine but… yea or nae?

[rystiel]

why are college era fiddauthor fics in such short supply

[nymphaeakiss]

INITIATION “I got a test for you, you say you want my heart.”

SYNOPSIS What are you supposed to do when 'rebelling' against Jujutsu society gets you an execution hanging over head and a bounty on your ass? run into the arms of a man who's played these games before, of course. but it's not that simple, he needs you to pay a price, to give him something in exchange of his protection.

CONTENT WARNINGS Suguru/reader, mentions of Gojo and other characters, Suguru is unhinged, dub-con, teensie weensie age gap, cult initiation, power play/imbalance, voyeurism, exhibitionism, eventual smut in later chapters.

Mainly posted/updated on AO3 first… chapter w/c: 2.9k MDNI, dark themes.

Something just... snapped. The day you started to question things was the day the self-proclaimed righteousness of Jujutsu society came crashing down before you, leaving nothing but broken fragments of virtue and false piety in its wake.

This wasn’t justice—a world where the weak governed the strong. Justice wasn’t risking your life for those who couldn’t care less if you live or die. Justice wasn’t treating the symptoms of a problem without destroying the source. Non-sorcerers.

And who would’ve thought that these sentiments wouldn’t sit well with the jujutsu officials? Others had been crucified for far less, let alone open criticism of traditions upheld for millennia. Well, there was only so much a person could take. Too many lives lost, too many sleepless nights. The light was leaving your eyes, and your story began to sound eerily familiar.

There wasn't a choice, you had to flee before you were trialled for execution- a game so rigged your death was guaranteed if you lingered.

Hiding wasn’t easy, not with the eyes lurking everywhere, and definitely not when there was that blue-eyed freak with a knack for trailing after mere whispers of cursed energy as if he were a glorified bloodhound. Regardless of how resentful, how unwilling, Satoru was nothing more than a weapon for the elders, for those non-sorcerers to use and discard without a second thought.

You weren't going to be reduced to the same fate.

Something as trivial as residing in an off-campus location that you once considered an inconvenience was now your saving grace. It wasn't impassable, but it gave you enough time to gather most of your bearings. And a few clothes.

Years ago, you'd have to commit a real crime, a deplorable offense against the conventions of Jujutsu society, to be sentenced for trial. Since what happened with the last fugitive, all you had to do was breathe a word of rebellion. And god, you've been panting.

With little more than the clothes on your back, you set your escape plan into motion. 

01:22 AM.

You arrived at the motel, so incredibly sketchy, so incredibly meagre, but it was the most you'd risk to afford. The receptionist had her head wedged between crossed arms when you arrived, clearly sleeping. You gently knocked on the desk, jolting her from sleep before quickly handing the bills for compensation. She doesn't bat an eye, doesn't ask questions, just stuffs the crumpled bills into a drawer and hands you a key.

The room was noxious at worst, dismal at best; the walls were strangely bleak, holding a yellowish tinge as the wallpaper struggled not to peel. The bed was a bunch of springs and coils, just waiting for the perfect moment to lurch up and ensnare anything that dared to brush against it. Some might've called it childish, but you tossed your bag onto it first, just in case.

Something in those four walls smelled of damp, and a mere split-second glance up at the ceiling would reveal blotchy stains that had nothing to do with aesthetics and everything to do with the odour.

With an exasperated sigh, you pulled up your hood, tugged at the cords of the drawstrings tightly before tentatively sitting your ass on the bed, slowly but surely working your way into fully lying down. This wasn't for sleep; it was only a temporary refuge. A few more hours and you'd be on your way again.

You weren't asking for much, only a little placidity to brood in, some silence to mull over your plans come morning, but that was proving to be difficult with the cacophony of moans spilling through the other side of the paper-thin walls.

Normally, you'd grab a pillow and stuff it against your ears to muffle the racket of a couple's fornication, but you weren't about to slip beneath the bedding, not when it both looked and smelled like that. Kiss any modicum of rest goodbye, because those two are sure as hell going at it. At two-fucking-thirty in the morning. Animals. The pair of them.

Hours pass, and with eyes that are bloodshot and stormy, you finally get up.

THE TIME VESSEL ASSOCIATION. Well, at least what was left of it.

Suguru Geto. He'd defected the year before you'd enrolled in Jujutsu Tech. Everything you'd been told about the man were things that only served to vilify him, never reciprocating his perspective.

Of course, they wouldn't. Why would they? How could they dare corrupt the callow, impressionable minds of the youth with ideas that went so brazenly against their own? No, dying for those who those who create the problems is noble, the right thing to do. Who cares if the same 'callow' youth are dropping like flies once the cruel hand of fate decides they're too feeble, too powerless to stop the cursed amalgamations of human depravity?

Bullshit.

The world as you knew it had been turned on its head, everything you were taught now seeming like a warped mockery of justice. Who's to say that this Suguru guy isn't just... well, misunderstood? You’d like to think t's entirely plausible, especially since finding out about all the lies you've been fed by the very same who told you life is meant to be spent slaving after the mess non-sorcerers create.

Yes, perhaps Geto was known as the deadliest curse-user in modern history, utterly perverting the art of sorcery, but maybe he was merely a slandered genius, ostracised for his very real and very right opinions against the conventions of Jujutsu society.

You sure as fuck hoped so.

With nothing to lose, you threw caution to the wind. Any protection was good protection, especially when the promise of execution if you're found hung over you like an anvil waiting to drop. But even as you walked up the worn, stone stairs, dredges of unease began to gnaw at your insides, making your stomach do those stupid flips as if you were about to jump into shark-infested waters.

The temple was large, the steps ahead seeming endless, and you definitely weren’t expressing the etiquette required in which a place.

But who could blame you? In such a rush to pack, to flee, all you brought were your 'nobody's going to see me' clothes: a tired beyond belief zip-up and sweatpants that had clearly seen better days. At least they're clean. You thought, lips pressing into a flat line.

As you neared the top of the staircase, the breeze caught you, sending a chill down your spine. It didn't help that the place perpetually pulsed with the grating throb of cursed energy, The hundreds of curses sitting dormant in the temple being the cause.

Suguru's grand plan did truly consist of collecting curses to build an army with the intent of creating anarchy among humankind. Maybe you were just the slightest bit in over your head.

Well, it's too late to run away now; someone's already spotted you.

The woman's heeled boots click against the limestone slabs as she approaches, her pink hair billowing in the breeze. The look on her face was one that definitely didn't do wonders for your already bruised ego; it was a potent mix of skepticism and vapidity, lasting instant before her mouth contorted into a smile, one that would've passed as genuine if it wasn't for the slight flare of her nostrils as she got closer. A little too close.

"Manami Suda," she introduces herself with that same curt smile, handing out both her first and last name. Strange. just like this entire place. "And you are?" she prompts, taking a step back as if to inspect you more thoroughly. You wonder if she's heard a single thing you've said, but then she meets your gaze again. Without missing a beat, she begins her line of questioning.

"And why are you here? If I might ask." The last part was more of a courtesy, an effort driven by her attempt to uphold the friendly façade she'd adopted since your arrival.

"...I'm looking to join this, uh... this organisation? " You try, not fully knowing what the hell you're getting yourself into. And she feels it too, scenting your uncertainty as if she were a sniffer dog searching for coke.

"Well…” She pauses for a moment, her ersatz smile dropping as she really, really, scrutinises you. Hell, anyone would be suspicious if someone showed up to an establishment that demands respect in what looked like pyjamas—could you really blame her?

"I'm sure I could arrange a meeting with Master Geto..." Manami speaks slowly, looking you up and down.  So much for making you feel 'welcome'. Her gaze felt like a lead weight, like she was looking past your skin and into the soul beneath.

Her mouth snaps shut into that same saccharine smile; always stiff, never genuine.

"Would you like to come inside?" She offers, voice jarringly chirpy, gesturing almost accusingly to the large temple only a few paces away. The perpetual curl of her lips becomes more uncanny as the seconds tick by.

"Yeah-" you barely manage before she turns on her heel and strides back towards the entrance, no doubt expecting you to follow after her. Sounds great. You finish off mentally, a few treads behind her.

The air inside had a subtle stain of musk that incense often leaves behind when burned unremittingly. The place was clean and well-kept, almost clinical in a way that tried too hard to be cozy. 

"I'll only be a moment." She flashes another one of those 'reassuring' smiles. You stand awkwardly to the side, wearily eyeing the mellow decorations that adorn the walls. A minute passed, and then another. You could hear the faint sound of whispers everywhere, not just in the room Manami had disappeared into, but all around you.

You felt your initial bravado begin to wane—You aren't safe. Not until you get the chance to dig your heels into this place.

Footsteps approach, but they're not for you. A young woman walks smoothly past, as if you aren't even there. Her eyes are glued to the screen of a phone while another, swinging a doll by its ropey noose, trails behind. They're walking with purpose, faced with responsibilities that are clearly too great to even look your way.

"Nanako and Mimiko," a familiar feminine voice mutters from behind you. The rollercoaster of surprise, fear, and clarity that washes over you in about half a second makes you flinch wildly. You whip your head around to find the woman who you could only assume was Suguru's secretary by this point.

"Master Geto will see you shortly. He has some business to attend to first." Manami gives an abrupt nod, jotting something down on a clipboard you didn't even realise she had.

"Ah, okay." You nod as she begins to turn away, a tight-lipped smile twisting your features. It's slowly becoming a competition between you both: who can look more uncomfortable.

With each passing second, you realise you're truly out of your depth. Everything's so quiet here, so sterile. Something not even the detailed stone inscriptions in the pillars could distract you from.

Your usual environment, the one where Gojo pranced around students and paid property damages every other month, was a stark contrast to this place. It almost feels like you'll be made to pay penance for breathing too loudly.

Do you sit? Do you stand? Should you pray? Like clockwork, your mind is already reeling with scenarios of every worst possible outcome with the soon approaching encounter with the cult-leader, or whatever other names the others had called him.

But anxiety soon gives way to boredom as time ticks by agonisingly slow. It's taking too long to be scary.

You take a step back, leaning against the blankest portion of a wall you could find that's close enough for you to straighten up from if someone approaches. You lose yourself in thought, a once rare thing that's slowly creeping into habit. Beginning to recognise the clack of her shoes, you aren't as surprised to see Manami round the corner.

"Master Geto is ready to see you." 

That small pit in your stomach that you thought was subsiding suddenly comes back in full swing, making you momentarily forget how to walk. Had coming here been a mistake? Were you better off flying overseas? No, you can't think like that; you can't stress yourself out right before an encounter that has the power to change the entire trajectory of your li-

You catch yourself before walking face-first into the shoji doors. Turning to Suda for one final confirmation, you find her already gone. You waver ephemerally, quietly clearing your throat, before announcing your name. Either you're completely losing it under stress, or there really is a palpable shift in the atmosphere.

A beat, then two.

"Come in," The deep voice bleeds through the paper doors, the sound making you swallow a little thicker - not because it flusters you, but because of how overtly commanding it sounds. It's his domain, after all. You push the door to the side, carefully, as if you don't want to disrupt a mere speck of dust in this place, though it'd probably be a challenge to find one.

The sight that greets you is one that makes you blink quickly, as if what you're seeing isn't real.

You'd seen pictures in the past - of course you have. But lord, the cameras didn't capture half of it.

Purple eyes meet yours, a smirk that's far too predatory curling the corners of his lips. He steps closer, the sleeves of his haori riding up to reveal the veins of his forearms as he folds them over his chest. You feel a sickly flush crawl up your neck when he tilts his head slightly, and you know that he knows you've been staring. Even if the glance was... unintentional, you felt a shame comparable to a man's when caught staring at the ankles of a woman in the Victorian era.

"What grade?" He asks, gaze roving over you penetratingly, sapiently. Grade?  So he's figured out you're a sorcerer. How observant. It takes you a moment to register what he's just asked. You realise, much to your humiliating dismay, that the man before you isn't checking you out- he's merely trying to discern you.

"One- Grade one." You rush out a second too late, hoping that the internal heat you feel in your cheeks doesn't show up externally. 

"The standard." Geto's response is immediate, smile softening into something so charming it's hard to believe you're face to face with 'the deadliest curse-user'. Charisma is clearly his art, his weapon to wield against the masses. Don't fall for it, a mantra you have to keep repeating to yourself every few seconds to prevent yourself from ogling too hard.

"And you're under threat of execution, I'm guessing?" He leans forward slightly, voice easing into a saccharine purr. Even if there's a good five feet between you, the gesture makes it seem like he's sharing a secret, letting you into his world. Before you get the chance to nod, he continues, tone sharpening. "Most would start by kneeling when asking for my protection."

It feels accusatory, and maybe it was.

It tamps down the heat in your cheeks to something far colder but just as unpleasant. You kneel quickly, as if standing before a god incarnate. Your gaze locks with your thighs, with those tired sweats, and another wave of embarrassment burns hot in your gut. Fucking shit. You fist the fabric in frustration, desperately clinging to any meagre scraps of dignity you have left.

He notices. Of course he does.

"Initiation, sweetheart. Can you repeat that for me? I-niti-ation." He steps closer, the words rolling from his tongue in such an antagonising, condescending, yet sultry way. How can this man make you feel so many things at once?

You risk a glance up at him, and the subtle pull of his lips is what sets everything off within you.

"Sorry? I'm not a child." Your response comes out far too harsh for someone currently crouched by his feet. Suguru's brows shoot up before his eyes narrow, his small smile shamelessly widening at the defiance he clearly wasn't expecting.

"My, my. How brazen." He feigns genuine dismay, making no effort to hide his smile. That damn smirk. "So then, since you're a smart girl, you know it's a rite of passage." He continues, amethyst hues studying your reaction closely. He's doing it on purpose, patronising you. Is this his version of a test? Seeing how much it'll take to get a rise out of you? If he is, it's working really well. He's already interrupting the second you open your mouth to get a word in.

"See, being a sorcerer isn't enough. You have to prove your commitment, that you can carry out whatever tasks I give you." His voice lowers once more, something deceptively intimate. "And I think you know that." Suguru purrs, crouching down to meet you at eye level. His hand shoots out to cup your jaw, and he turns your head from side to side - inspecting you like cattle.

"What?" Your voice catches involuntarily from his proximity, but at least you aren't blushing this time. Well, you might if he keeps staring you down like that, like you're a bug beneath his microscope.

"All I'm asking, sweetheart," He releases your chin before standing at full height again. "Is for you to prove your loyalty."  It's cruel, the way he leaves you in a haze, too confused and aimless to find clarity. His next words do, though. They wash over you like a bucket of ice water in the thick, muggy heat of summer. There's a trace of mirth in his voice, as if he's about to tell a hilarious joke- except you're the punchline.

"Strip."

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Thank you for reading, more chapters coming soon if I don’t procrastinate. Please note that I often write these deep into the night, sleep deprived, so please excuse any spelling mistakes/grammatical errors.

[that-willowtree]

What if instead of Jayce being forced through literal hell, he got the Ekko treatment and instead went to an AU where he and viktor were happy together? And he had to force himself to find the strength to return back to his original dimension. I’d really like to see like a jayvik fic of this

[unbreakabledawn]

severance goes so hard as an AU concept. have u heard of this exciting new way of putting your favorite blorbos in Situations? with this one simple brain surgery trick you can perceptually split them in two for twice the torture fun!

[uh-oh-its-bird]

"Kid Kakashi somehow spawns in jujutsu kaisen and looks concerningly similar to gojo" trope only instead of Satoru finding him first, Suguru does

Kakashi gets a dad and Suguru gets the world's most horrifically loyal child soldier, everyone wins (except for the people who really, really dont)

[phoenixcatch7]

Loz fandom stop being angsty and give the daydreaming kids on big fun adventures with a cool glowing sword some actual whimsy and joy challenge

[paperxcrowns]

i am genuinely tweaking over the fact that macgyver (2016) practically glosses over the fact that Mac was straight up!!! Lying!!!! to bozer for YEARS.

this would have been such good material to use to explore Mac and Bozer's relationship, and how complex the situation was bc YES it feels like a betrayal but it's also Mac simply protecting Bozer from his dangerous life and still keeping him close despite the danger, despite the very real possibility of bozer accidentally finding out or simply using bozer to get to Mac.

NOT TO MENTION. Boze was Mac's only link to something not remotely related to his job!!! the only bit of normal in his chaotic life!!!!

both of them having to find their footing again after the reveal bc nothing can go back to normal. like. bozer thinking back to all the weird injuries mac returned home with from his think tank business trips, all the lies, all the secrecy, all the time. justified hurt on bozer's side as well as understanding bc if the roles were reversed wouldn't bozer also lie to keep his closest friend safe? understanding the reason doesn't make the years of lies hurt any less.

adhjfkglgl i have. so many thoughts about this. i am clawing at the walls.

[girlchomp]

bro i just found out about the avalon protocol and it is dragging me kicking, screaming, and SOBBING back into the mcu fandom. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE IRON MAN SUIT WOULD KEEP FIGHTING WITH TONY'S DEAD BODY IN IT. WHAT DO YOU MEAN. you can't place an angst laced bone that delicious in front of me, a very sad animal, and expect me not to gnaw the fuck out of it

[once-more-with-anxiety]

should. should I write a jayvik fic in iambic pentameter.

[checkyourcomms6]

sevarcane ((first chapter))

ship: multiship!! jayce/viktor, jinx/ekko, vi/cait, jayce/mel, cait/maddie, potential jayce/mel/vik

summary: severance au with arcane characters! A group of four office workers struggle to balance their disturbing and limited world trapped down on the severed floor at HexTech with the lives they cannot remember living once they clock out from work.

word count: 8.9k (1/?)

chapter teaser:

“No, no, you’re not livestock, my God,” he laughed anxiously. His teeth had a gap in front. That seemed decidedly human. The confirmation did not bring her as much comfort as she’d hoped.

“Then… what am I?” That didn’t seem the right question. “Who am I?” she tried again, searching his face. He cocked his head to the side a touch, watching her. His eyes seemed, above all, strangely kind.

“I don’t know yet,” he admitted. “We just met.”

“What’s my name?” she pushed on.

“Mel,” he said, with a fondness to his smile. “Your name is Mel. Mel R.”

click here to read on ao3! :)

[dovessoiscanon]

help

I’m driving myself up the damn wall trying to find a specific fic that I was idiot enough to not bookmark when I had the chance.

Does anyone remember or have the ability to find a Dovesso fic that is also about Agatha and Beatrix in a sort of enemies to lovers way? I remember that it starts with Agatha or Beatrix saving the other from falling out of a window?

I fear that it’s been deleted but it was such a comfort work for me, if ANYONE has a clue how to find it I’ll be here tearing my own hair out, thanks.

[its-alittleobsessed]

Someone HELP the devil’s whispering in my ear and telling me to write a Stanford DeanCas fic.

It took six months for Dad to skip out on Dean after Sam left. Six months. Which is more time than Dean’s ever stayed in one place after Mom died, but less than the amount of time it took Cas to walk into Dean’s life afterwards. So it’s fine, really.