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[seventh-district]

oh my god i can’t decide what to do with my time today

[tuiccim]

Lost in the Dark

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 485

Warnings: Dark content! Somnophilia, Non/DubCon, and other dark elements. This fic contains dark themes and may include potentially triggering topics. You are solely responsible for your media consumption.

Summary: Bucky comes home after a mission and can't wait to be with you.

A/N: Special thanks to my beta readers @whisperlullaby and @fandomsaremylifeline.

The house was dark as Bucky bound up the stairs late in the night. He had been gone for two days and you weren’t expecting him back until tomorrow night. He smiled as he entered your bedroom to find you sound asleep. Naked and laid out on your stomach, you had your arms wrapped under your pillow and your ass was on display making Bucky lick his lips. 

Bucky steps into the adjoining bathroom and strips. He smirks in the mirror at the wicked idea that had crossed his mind. Heading back to the bed, you hadn’t moved an inch and he chuckles lightly at the deep sleep you were in. He had rarely seen you like this and he enjoyed watching you so comfortable in his bed. 

Climbing onto the bed, he straddles your legs and positions himself. He had applied a generous amount of lube to his cock and slid inside of you with little resistance. 

“Fuuuuck, I’ve missed you, Doll,” he whispers as he feels your muscles clench around him. He moves slowly at first but the little whine you let out has his cock throbbing. It had been too long for his tastes and feeling you wrapped around him was intoxicating. His hips began pistoning, driving deeper, and he knew you were fully awake when your hands wrapped around the metal headboard. 

His hand slides under your body to find your clit and make swift circles, “Couldn’t wait till morning, doll. Had to feel this tight cunt squeezing me. Two days is too long to be away from you.”

He knows your body and plays it as a skilled master. Your body tightens and breath hitches as the waves of your orgasm break over you. Unbidden, a high pitched moan escapes you and you feel Bucky tighten above you. 

“Fuck, that’s what I needed,” he whispers in your ear as he thrusts sloppily, meeting his own end. He lays on top of you for a moment, catching his breath, and occasionally thrusting inside you with the aftershocks. Flipping you over, he looks deeply into your eyes with a sweet smile before bringing his lips to yours. He kisses you thoroughly, reminding himself of your sweet nature and softness. “Couldn't wait to get back to you, doll,” he smiles as he slips out of bed. “I’m gonna start the shower. You know I have to have you at least one more time before I can sleep.” 

You watch his naked form as he walks to the dim light coming from the bathroom. When he goes through, you wipe a tear from your eye and your hand trails to feel the collar around your neck. A delicate chain attached it to the bed frame. All made from vibranium. You had been sleeping soundly for the first time in months knowing that he was away on a mission but, now, your captor is home. 

Part 2

Updates and taglist: Due to the unreliable nature of tags, I no longer keep a taglist. Updates for series will be made on Sundays Central Time Zone. Please follow my sideblog @tuiccimfanfiction and turn on notifications for updates. All series and new stories will be reblogged to it. You will only receive notifications when a new part or story is out! Nothing else will be blogged to the page. I can’t thank you enough for your support!

[mi6-cafe]

It's Next Chapter November!

Our challenge is quite simple this month: write your next chapter! Finish that artwork that's been stuck in WIP hell! Whatever it is, let us be your inspiration to make progress on your current project. For bonus accountability, share your progress with the community on WIP Wednesdays, regardless of what fandom it is for.

Tag us in your posted Bond-related creations so we can reblog them. As always, all ships, gen fic, and genres are welcome! You can also add anything to our AO3 collection.

Festive Fanwork Fiesta is on the horizon

Signs ups for this year’s Festive Fanwork Fiesta will run November 16-30. During this fiesta, we send you three prompts and give you a week to create something. This will run for three weeks and it's your chance to give someone in the fandom a little gift as you fill a prompt which has been sitting on the prompt sheet for a while. For more information see here. Don’t hesitate to ask if you have any questions!

Saturday Cafe: Nov 2, 16, and 30

Come join us in the fandom Slack as we write, draw, sprint, plot, brainstorm, cheerlead, and generally have a good time trying to get things done together. If you’d like an invite to the Slack, go ahead and message @castillon02 or @spiritofcamelot!

Bond Book Readalong, Saturdays at 9pm ET

The longfic readalong crew is taking a break from fanfic to go back to the source material. We will be taking a couple months to read Diamonds are Forever. This is a proper detective novel full of diamond smuggling, Felix Leiter, and a really over-the-top bad guy. Not to mention our latest Bond girl: Tiffany Case.

We will provide a digital version of the text for you to follow along, but we also recommend seeing if your local library has a copy. We’d love to see you there. You are welcome to listen if you don’t or can’t read aloud!    

When: Saturdays at 9pm eastern/6pm Pacific.

Where: We’ll be reading on discord in the readalongs channel. (Invite to discord here)

Please join us to read or just hang out.

Other social events

We have loved all the movies, game nights, even TTRPGs that happened during Fest this year and we hope to see more of them throughout the year!

We will happily promote other watch party events of spy movies or whatever else you would like to organize.

Weekly events:

WIP Wednesday: You can post an excerpt of your WIP on our post or make your own post and mention the @mi6-cafe. Either way it’s a fun way to show people what you’re working on, Bond fandom or otherwise.

Weekly Bond movies: Hosted by womble every Sunday at 8am Pacific time, join us in Discord to watch one of the Bond movies. Keep an eye on the watch party calendar linked below for updates.

Want to host your own event in the Discord or elsewhere? Let us know about it so we can add it to the calendars!

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[thatdesklamp]

Intrinsic Warmth News (+ Sappiness from Me)

THE BIGGEST INTRINSIC WARMTH NEWS EVER GUYS GUYS GUYS

THERE IS A FANFIC OF MY FANFIC YOU GUYS I HAVE BEEN FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS PLS PLS PLSP LS

Sunday September 7th, 2014 – 1:43 a.m.: Lovely, lovely ao3 user late_night_secrets has written Satoru’s POV for the beginning of the latest chapter of IW; it’s truly so so so so so cool and I am literally never going to shut up about this. Please please go and read it. Please please please. It’s such a beautiful brief insight into his head at that moment and I’m in love with it. One of my favourite lines, when Satoru tries to call out for Hebi: “What was it? Had it been so long that he had forgotten to pronounce her name?” GODDDD IT HITS IT HITS

This is properly such a huge thing for me. It’s crazy and I’m not sure how many of you have noticed/checked out other works I’ve written, but the first thing I ever published to ao3 was a fanfic of a fanfic; I wrote it based on ‘Spite’ by wellitcouldbeworse3, the best Levi x reader I’ve ever read. I will sing its praises forever—as well having a full ballad for wellitcouldbeworse3’s praises; she’s an incredible author, please go and read her stuff, tell her I said hi. She’s amazing, updates weekly (!!), and is currently releasing a Levi x reader Alice in Borderland AU. With ‘Spite’, I read it weekly since like the tenth chapter (of 50), commented every week until comments took me literal hours to write (you’ll be able to see our correspondences in the comments section; I was deep into my Eng Lit A Level at this point), and I wrote my fanfic of a fanfic because of how brilliant ‘Spite’ was.

Writing IW has been insane, because I’ve been seeing all of the things I’ve done as a reader done to my fic, with me now as an author. I did get a little emotional, but it’s because I started on ao3 writing what I have just received, now based off my own writing. Thank you everyone for reading and interacting with IW, and thank you again to late_night_secrets for writing this; everyone, please go read it, please. Thank you <3

[farfromstrange]

Update

I have to admit, I was not prepared for the mental load that comes with university and growing into an adult who is just trying to survive in a world that seems utterly terrifying. And I was not prepared for it to kind of take away my spark when it comes to writing.

Nevertheless, I have decided to bring a little structure to my life. I want to write again. I want to find that spark again. And I want to interact more with you again. I want to read the amazing fics I have bookmarked on AO3, and I want to write for myself as much as I want to write for you guys to read it.

Starting next week, I will try to stick to the following schedule. (And I hate to admit that structure actually does work sometimes)

On Fridays (possibly not every week), I will be posting an update for Do No Harm.

On Saturdays, I will update my Michael Kinsella series Chaos Theory. Again, possibly not every week.

And on Sundays, I will try to update Foreigner's God. No guarantees on weekly updates here either.

Total Eclipse Of The Heart will remain on hold for a little longer while I try to focus on the plot and plan it out a little more. The juices are not flowing as they should, and I don't want to write something mediocre that I'm not happy with.

I'll keep cleaning out my inbox one by one, but I want to focus more on quality, so I'm going to listen to the little voices in my head and make sure I don't disappoint neither you nor myself.

If I start posting random drabbles and One-Shots, don't mind me, I'm just trying to get that happiness back I used to get from writing those silly little fics.

Thank you for bearing with me.

[recurring-polynya]

Summary: Long ago in Inuzuri, Abarai Renji broke his arm. It healed. At least the bones did. His kidou ducts have never been the same. Now that Renji's finally having the surgery to get them corrected, Rukia is determined to make sure he gets the love and care he deserves during his recovery-- whether he wants it or not.

Starring: Rukia and Renji, of course!! Featuring: Their Inuzuri pals! All the (good) lieutenants! H-a-n-a-t-a-r-o-u! The hard-working staff of Kuchiki Manor! (...is byakuya here? unfortunately, you know he is)

Rating: Teen, for violent trauma, cussing, and sexual innuendo.

Updates: Weekly

This time: Sunday turns out to be much more peaceful and relaxing. For Renji and Rukia, anyway. Byakuya has an Entire Day.

Read Chapter 11 on ao3!

[iwriteasfotini]

Jegulus Excerpt

My third Jegulus days celebration post. I know it was yesterday, but is there really such a thing as too much Jegulus? Nope. Another excerpt from Book 3, written from James’ POV. It stands alone from the excerpts I shared for day one and day two and is from Chapter XXI. More budding Starchaser for your entertainment. 

Showered and changed, the team left the locker room arm in arm. There were still many people milling about the lawn, as it was such a lovely day. And soon the team was scattered among friends who wanted to recap the match. James looked to the lake, where he thought his mates were most likely to be. All three were there, Remus skimming stones while Sirius and Peter lay in the grass. But they hadn’t spotted James yet, so he took another sweeping look around the grounds and saw what he was looking for, a shadow shifting near the locker room entrances. 

He doubled back, if anyone asked he’d say he had left something behind. He hustled back to the locker room, and slipped through the door. And James should have been surprised, but he wasn’t to find Regulus standing in the middle of the room, hands in his pockets. He was decked out in Slytherin colors, and the emerald green contrasted wonderfully with his pale complexion and dark hair. 

Before James could say so much as “hey” Regulus began speaking very fast, “I know I shouldn’t be here. I know you are my brother’s best friend. I know you hate me and the rest of my house. I just wanted to say I’ve enjoyed watching you fly this season. You are really good James. And you are a team player.” 

James could tell Regulus was rambling out of nerves. So James cut him off, “well I train really hard. You should come fly with me. Not like you need the practice.”

Regulus bit his lip and smiled sheepishly. James had rarely seen Regulus show an emotion that wasn’t disdain or aloofness. He had a really nice smile, and it reached all the way to his eyes, just like Sirius’ did. James’ stomach did a little flip and he felt some color creep into his cheeks. Thank goodness his dark skin didn’t show blushes as easily, what would Regulus think of him?

“You had better enjoy the Quidditch Cup while you have it, because next year we are going to be wiping the floor with you.”

“Oh really,” James took two steps forward. “I don’t know, the Slytherin’s looked pretty tame this year. Maybe you all have lost your touch. And for as little as I’ve seen you training, who’s to say you are even as good as I remember.”

“I’m excellent,” Regulus replied, eyes narrowing. But James shrugged. 

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Regulus pursed his lips, which were slightly less full than Sirius’.

“Fine, Wednesday morning. I’ll come fly with you, as long as -”

“Regulus,” James held up his hand, “I’m taking your secrets to the grave. You can trust me, yeah?” They stared at each other, then James watched a smile creep across Regulus’ face. James smirked back, and to keep the situation from getting any more awkward, he spit into his right hand and held it out to Regulus, who did not hesitate to mimic the gesture. They shook with a squelch. 

And when neither of them had let go after a solid ten seconds of shaking, James looked at their hands and said, “so, um, we gonna stand here all day or…”

Regulus went crimson, and he dropped James’ hand. 

“Wednesday,” James called after him as Regulus made to leave out the back door of the locker room. Regulus nodded and gave him a small smile. James stood in the empty locker room and then put his hands into his pockets, palm still slick with spit he didn’t feel the urge to wipe off. 

…

You can find more info on this series in my pinned post. Unfortunately, this is from Book 3, which is fully written but doesn’t have an announced posting date as of yet. But it’s coming to AO3, I promise! On Sunday I'm announcing the title, POV, and posting date for Book 2 in my Weekly Update.

[haedrean]

Haedrean Fics!

Haedrean fics (tags #hd-fics) are exclusively on Ao3 because I suck that way. My fandom ranges from PJO (Specifically on my Nico/Alabaster/Jason trope or like I love to call them Jalico cause it sounds like a cat's name), Jason Todd specifically because I'm a sucker for him and recently Naruto fics centred on Orochimaru and Uchiha Obito. I have a type and it's traumatised, dark and me convincing myself they're misunderstood.

These are my active fics: 1) Her Majesties Champions - A fic beginning around Post-Titan's Curse adventure of Nico, Jason and Alabaster Torrington. It's an AU whereby Nico and Jason are both also the demigod of Persephone and Juno due to reasons.

It's also an examination of if Primordials have proper power scaling and not just defeated from being dangled like a fish. And also if Triumvirate Holdings makes more sense because how on earth will they control the future if Gaea won? Bonus includes Butt Load of OCs just to fill in Camp Jupiter and all the other unexplored backstories because we're exploring that too

This fic was a result of me snooping around @drksanctuary's tumblr and getting sucked into Nicobaster hell. For some reason, Jason got dragged as well but that' because I was in the Jasico fandom when House of Hades came out.

2) Jason's Adventure in God Hood (Heh-God Hood) - This is a continuation of Great Hades (I'm Dead!) where Jason Todd is the son of Zagreus and Thanatos from the game Hades and must now navigate a life as a god while trying to face his past from Gotham City.

3) How To: Jason's Guide to Parenting Your Multidimensional Terrorist and Vainglorious Pretty Boy  - This fic focuses on Obito and Satoru by the power of some Unknown God (Not from Genshin Impact) are now fraternal twins and seven years old as they climb out of the Lazarus Pit bearing the DNA of none other than, you guessed it, Jason Todd. DC won't know what's coming to them.

If you guys have any ideas for me to write, please do drop them out in my asks and I'll get to it! I enjoy reading everyone's thoughts and attention.

Scheduling!:

Her Majesties' Champions updates weekly on the range of either Friday to Sunday South East Asian time. It will end next week at Chapter 11 and I will take a month hiatus to draft Book 2!

JAIG updates every two Sundays on interval with Jason's Guide To Parenting!

[slytherhys]

Cruel Summer III

A/N: I truly appreciate everyone who waits for my updates because I know how long I usually take to update my stories. Unfortunately, my writing will sooner answer to inspiration than schedules and routines, so let's just accept that and not give up on Cruel Summer. (please) 🥹💜

TW: Explicit Content, Mature themes, Strong language.

AO3

Prologue - I - II - III

Adriata had always seemed like the perfect place to Elain - a piece of paradise stuck in time, waiting for her return every summer just as school was over. No matter 9 months had come and gone, the sea would still be there, blue and sparkling under the sun, the peach and lemon trees offering shade in the warmest of days, their scent filling the streets leading to Nana’s house. 

There would be summer fairs and the weekly Adriata market Nana insisted on visiting every Sunday, dragging Elain and Feyre along as she walked from stall to stall, buying freshly caught fish and local produce. Nesta, of course, got to stay in bed and sleep in - something she could do because she was older, Nana explained every time. It had seemed unfair at the time, but now Elain wondered if it had been simply easier for Nana to let Nesta sleep instead of dealing with her mood swings during her teenage years. 

Truth was, no matter how much Elain changed every year – how much they all changed - Adriata had remained the only constant in their lives, a reminder that not all was bad, that somewhere in the world things simply were. No matter the heartbreak, the change, the sadness… her favourite pistachio ice cream would still be there, as would the sun and the waves and Nana’s warm smile. 

Elain found herself getting out of her hotel room, out into the streets of the seaside city, as soon as the first sunbeams shone through her white curtains. Maybe it was the nostalgia, or maybe it was the restless energy coursing through her body, but Elain was looking forward to spending one day exploring the city, - and if that delayed her return to Nana’s house by a few hours, so be it.

Truth was, two years had come and gone, and for the first time in her life, Elain wondered if this time around, not even Adriata had managed to resist the passage of time. She certainly hadn’t - and neither had her sisters. 

But as Elain walked down the streets of the city, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of nostalgia run through her body. It certainly looked the same – cobbled pavements, colourful buildings with clothes hanging on the washing lines, centuries-old shops that seemed to tell stories of old… But there was no Nana. Her sisters were home, probably planning a wedding, Rhys and Cassian helping whenever they allowed. And Elain was still running, after all these months.

She should’ve listened to Nana when she said that there was no point in running, because when something – or someone – was meant to find you, they would.

Elain blinked once, twice, not fully understanding what, exactly, she was seeing. Because by the end of the street, just to the left of Tharion’s Ice Cream Parlour, stood Azriel. Eating a pistachio ice cream, his eyes covered by a pair of sunglasses that did little to hide to where, exactly, he was looking at – mainly because Elain could feel it. She ignored the way her heartbeat raced, ignored the way it suddenly seemed entirely too hard to think rationally. He wasn’t supposed to be here, and she certainly wasn’t supposed to react like that.  Still, before Elain could ever realise what she was doing, she was making her ways towards him, as if she had any say on whether he should be here or not.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, slightly out of breath. Her voice sounded meek, weak, and she was relieved when he didn’t comment on it.

The left corner of his lips lifted slightly. “Good morning to you too, El.”

She ignored him, frowning down at his hands. “Are you eating ice cream?”

He raised an eyebrow. “It would appear so.” He said, raising the cone slightly and taking a lick out of it. It was downright appalling, the way her body reacted. She frowned a little bit harder.

“It’s 10am.” She pointed out, completely aware she shouldn’t be this concerned over his eating habits. But she knew that wasn’t what was bothering her – and from the way Azriel smiled, he knew it too.

He pushed his sunglasses up, his eyes immediately locking onto hers. Elain looked away. “I’m aware.” He smirked, swallowing hard before asking, “Is there a right time to eat ice cream?”

The words rang familiar inside her mind, yet so unlike something he’d say that Elain simply shook her head, clearing away any foggy memories that threatened to break free. “There’s definitely a wrong time to eat ice cream.”

Azriel chuckled, tilting his head. “Can I keep you company?” He asked instead of replying, probably aware that she was just trying to pick up a fight. Elain tried not to huff in annoyance at how easily he still saw through her.

Still, she raised her head, locking eyes with him. She ignored the urge to look away again, far too aware of how his eyes seemed to lighten up as he watched her. It was all in her head – it always had been all in her head, hadn’t it? “Sorry?”

“You’re going to market, right?” He nodded towards her tote bag – the one she always used for shopping ever since Nana had gifted it to her. How he remembered that was beyond her.

Elain frowned, suddenly uncomfortable by how close they were standing. “How do you know about the market?” She stepped around his body, walking away without waiting for him to follow. But of course he did, his long legs eating up the distance between them in a matter of two steps.

“I pay attention.” He shrugged, taking a bite out of his sugar cone.

She watched his tongue dart out to catch a crumb from the corner of his mouth and quickly looked away frowning, cursing the blush she could feel warming up her skin. “It’s not exactly a popular attraction.” She mumbled, not entirely sure why she was suddenly so combative about so many different things.

“I’m not paying attention to tourist attractions, El.” Azriel said nonchalantly. Far too nonchalantly.

She eyed him, her heart picking up its pace inside her chest. A cold sweat ran through her body, and not for the first time since arriving to Adriata, Elain felt entirely too unprepared for Azriel Rosehall. “Then what are you paying attention to?” She asked, ignoring the soft tremble in her voice. Luckily, Azriel ignored it too.

He shoved the rest of his ice cream cone inside his mouth, smiling cockily down at her. Why her body seemed to heat up, Elain didn’t care to understand. She raised an eyebrow, fighting to recover whatever little control she had in this conversation. But Azriel shook his head, walking towards the first stall of the market with a dramatic sigh. “Ellie, I don’t believe you’re quite ready for that answer yet.”

She stopped in her tracks, frowning at his walking figure. “What is that supposed to mean?” But Azriel was already too far ahead, strolling through the different stalls and eyeing each piece of fruit like he was truly looking for something specific. The sight of it – of him -  as so painfully domestic, so painfully familiar, that Elain had to look away, even as he asked:

“What are we looking for, exactly?” He eyed her, frowning as he saw her turn away.

Elain cleared her throat, walking assertively towards a familiar stand. “We are not looking for anything.” She looked back at him, surprised to find him so close to her already. He was off to her left side, hands behind his back as he looked over the fruit in front of them. His eyes found hers, but Elain quickly looked away. “I never invited you.” She reminded him.

Azriel shrugged. “You didn’t send me away either.”

She supposed she hadn’t, but alas. “Peaches.” She said, a bit more loudly than intended. “I’m making a pie.”

“And pistachios,” He said, eyeing the sweet old lady working behind the stall, who was eyeing them with amused curiosity. “For the cannoli,” He smiled, earning himself a blush from the vendor.

Elain scoffed. “I’m not making cannoli.”

“Why not?” He said, as he gently threaded his hands through the bundles of flowers. Elain said nothing, simply watching him as he picked a handful of bluebells.

“Because you’re the only one who eats them.” She said absentmindedly. She knew for a fact that had never stopped her before.

“And do I mean that little to you?” He handed the bag of peaches to the vendor before turning to her with a raised eyebrow. Elain found herself speechless, with no proper answer to give.

He was joking, of course, but what could she truly say? That no, he absolutely did not mean that little to her – on contrary, even though six months had come and gone of self-inflicted isolation and misery, the very sight of him yesterday had nearly made her forget all the promises she had made herself. All the pain they had shared, all the secrets, and the lies, and the heartbreak.

And wasn’t that entirely too much to say over a witty request of a pastry?

So she’d simply laugh and pretend the request wasn’t followed by the heavy weight of their shared memories, and they’d forget all about it. They could keep pretending nothing had ever happened – that Christmas hadn’t broken everything they had built in the months prior. Wasn’t that what he seemed to be doing? Making jokes, and bantering and smiling?

But by the time Elain remembered to react, entirely too much time had gone by already.

She sputtered, nearly flinching when she saw his smile falter. “Azriel-”

Az cleared his throat. “I’ll go get the peaches.”

• ───────────────── •

When, a few hours later, Elain parked her car in Nana’s driveway, she wasn’t surprised to find her sisters already waiting for her at the front porch – she had called ahead, letting them know she was finally driving back after lunch, and Nesta had promptly announced she had kicked the men out of the house so they could have some sisterly bonding time. Elain had been all for it – mainly when Feyre had hugged her, kissed her on the cheek and dragged her to the terrace, handing her a glass of wine before she could even mutter a hello. Nesta had said nothing either, simply taking Elain’s groceries to the kitchen and joining them seconds after, a mug on her hand. Elain highly doubted she was drinking coffee, but she chose not to ask.

Now, two hours and as many bottles of wine later, as they snuggled against each other on the terrace’s couch overlooking the sea, she could admit that she had missed her sisters something fierce. It wasn’t really a surprise – staying away from them had been an herculean effort, but some way, somehow, she had convinced herself that being away from them wasn’t all that bad. How wrong had she been.

“We have my dress fitting this Friday,” Nesta said from where she sat, looking down to her agenda as if she hadn’t memorised every single thing written on it by now. “Followed by cake tasting.”

“When’s the bachelorette party?” Feyre quipped, making Elain snort into her cup. Nesta levelled them with an unimpressed look, and both Feyre and Elain sat a little bit straighter under her cool gaze. “What?” Feyre asked indignantly. “You’re getting married, it’s a valid question.” She said, looking at Elain for support. Elain avidly nodded, making Nesta roll her eyes.

“I was thinking of just planning a night out.” She said, her eyes dropping back to the notebook on her lap.

“Just us three?” Elain asked hopefully. The last time they had gone out just the three of them had been when she was twenty-two – the very same night Feyre had met Rhys and changed their lives forever. She missed having fun with them, but she couldn’t exactly complain about it when she was the one that had made it impossible for the last six months.

Nesta, clearly, had other plans. “With all of us.” She added with a shrug.

“Really?” Feyre asked with a smile on her face, obviously excited to spend yet another night by Rhysand’s side. Elain, however, stood frozen.

“Why?” She asked in a less friendly tone. Her sisters both turned to her, questioning looks on their faces. They were right to be doubtful – months ago, Elain would’ve been just as excited as Feyre at the thought of spending more time with Azriel.

“There’s like two bars in Adriata, it’s not like we won’t end up bumping into each other.” Nesta reasoned.

“And Nesta loves Cassian and wants to spend time with him, which is something she forgot to mention.” Feyre quipped with a cheesy smile on her face.

Elain could hardly complain about that, mainly as she saw Nesta trying to hide the blush covering her cheeks. Even if the thought of mixing alcohol and Azriel’s presence sent a bolt of dread cursing through her bloodstream.

She faintly heard the sound of the terrace door open and close as she asked, “Will it be just us six?” Will Azriel be bringing someone? She wanted to ask instead.

Nesta tilted her head slightly. “As far as I’m concerned.” Then she frowned. “Are you thinking of bringing someone?” She asked, earning a gasp from a tipsy Feyre. She was suddenly too aware of a familiar presence behind her, aware of who it was as both Cassian and Rhys joined their respective partners.

“To the wedding?” Cassian asked as he pressed a gentle kiss to Nesta’s cheek.

Nesta’s head snapped to Elain, eyes calculating. “You’re bringing him to the wedding, too?” Elain felt the panic clog up her throat, crushing down every single word that dared leave her mouth. As it was, she could feel Azriel’s hazel gaze burning into the right side of her face. He still hadn’t sat down, she noticed reluctantly.

Feyre was still gaping at her. “Is that why you’ve been radio silent? You met someone?”

To her right, Azriel had gone still. Yet, Elain refused to look at him.

Rhysand raised a brow, pulling Feyre to his lap as he sat on the love seat to her left, its dark blue fabric already pale from the sun. “Is it the guy you opened the bakery with?”

“What guy?” Azriel's voice was deadly quiet. She ignored it.

“No guy.” She said finally, laughing nervously. “There’s no one.” Her eyes met Azriel’s for a second, quickly darting away as she noticed the intensity burning there. She turned to Nesta again. “I was just wondering if you were inviting your friends or Cassian’s friends.” Or, perhaps, a friend of Azriel’s.

But Nesta seemed to see right through her, eyes narrowed before she finally said, “Just us six.” She shrugged, blue eyes darting to the man to her side. “But I can’t promise you there won’t be any add-ins.”

Elain frowned, setting down her glass of wine on the coffee table. She tried not to glance at Azriel again, failing miserably when he finally sat down on the armchair next to hers. “What do you mean?”

“Azriel.” She raised her eyebrows, as if to say obviously. Elain wasn’t proud of the way her head snapped towards him, mainly when Azriel smirked at the movement.

Cassian snickered, making Elain turn her gaze away. “Remember last summer in Cretea when he took someone home?”

Elain frowned, meeting Azriel’s eyes once again. No, that wasn't possible. Was it? They had already been sleeping together by then and she had been there for most of the trip. Not at all of... But still. Had he already been lying to her? Had he been making a fool out of her the entire time? A part of her said he'd never do something like that, but another part - a more jaded one that seemed to haunt her with unwelcome memories - begged to differ. Azriel’s smirk dimmed at whatever he saw in her face, all humour draining from of his eyes.

Feyre, oblivious to their interaction, groaned. “Oh, I remember.” She said. “Rhys and I were sleeping right next door.” She shuddered dramatically.

Her stomach seemed to hollow out. She had only been able to meet them days later, too busy taking care of the bakery in Velaris. When she had finally gotten to their rented villa in Cretea, the very first thing she had done -  although she now recalled it with a bit of embarrassment - was sleep with him. Evidently, completely oblivious-

Wait.

“When was this?” She asked, mindless of her tone or of how strange her curiosity would seem to all of them.

“You should remember, you also shared a wall with him.” Feyre added with a snort, draining her glass of wine in one small gulp. Oh. Oh fuck.

She felt her entire body flush, entirely too aware of his eyes on the side of her face. She dreaded what she’d found on his face this time around.

“I have to give it to her, she did try to keep quiet.” Feyre kept going, making Elain feel a little bit sick. She glanced at Azriel, hating the proud smirk on his face, the victory that now shone in his eyes at the realisation she knew Feyre was talking about her - Elain had been the one trying to keep quiet. And failing miserably, it seemed.

“You want everyone to know how much you’re liking this, El?” His calloused hands seemed to be everywhere, dragging along her sweaty skin, his hips thrusting against hers in a maddening rhythm. She had missed this, had missed it so fucking much. “Or do I need to gag you?

She turned her head, unable to keep her eyes off of him. The memory of that night seemed to pulse between them, a heady reminder of all the ways they used to come alive under each other’s touch, how the secrecy had been intoxicating before it had become suffocating. Something seemed to shift as his eyes met hers, his darkening pupils seeming to say I remember it too. I remember everything. Elain squirmed in her seat, feeling too hot under his stare. He seemed to track that movement too, clenching his hand where it hung.

“And there was Bharat,” Every name was a flood of memories coursing through her mind. “and Dunmere and-”

“I think we get it, my love.” Rhys interrupted softly, subtly taking Feyre’s wine glass away from her. Elain silently thanked him, trying to push back the intoxicating assault of their memories away. It seemed impossible with Azriel standing so close.

“At least this time around we won’t be the one listening to anything.” Feyre’s smug voice snapped her away from her scrutiny but it still took a few seconds for Elain’s brain to truly understand what her sister had said. Azriel growled, and Elain tried to ignore the way her body seemed to react to the familiar sound. “I’m not going to bring anyone.” Azriel started.

Realisation seemed to hit Elain. There were only 4 rooms in this house – and only two of them had queen-sized beds. Nana’s and Nesta’s. But if Feyre wasn’t sleeping in her room… “Where are you staying?"

Feyre shrugged, glancing at Nesta as if confused by the sudden intrigue. “In Nana’s room.”

“Why?” It was a stupid question - Nesta’s unimpressed stare said enough - but she couldn’t help but act stupid. If her maths were correct… Well, the universe didn’t seem to be on her side.

“There’s two queen beds, Elain.” Nesta pointed out. “And no matter how much I’d like to see Rhysand sleep in the basement, it only makes sense that he sleeps with Feyre.”

Rhys rolled his eyes, but Feyre leaned against him, kissing him sweetly. “I’d sleep in the basement with you.” Feyre drunkenly murmured against his lips, making everyone quickly look away. They were sickeningly in love - Elain thought it was adorable.

“Who’s staying in Feyre’s room?” Elain asked, undeterred. Feyre’s room – the one that not only shared a wall with Elain’s, but also a fucking door. A simple, cobalt-blue ratty door.

Elain looked at Nesta hopefully, already dreading the name that was about to come out of her sister’s mouth. It was the obvious answer, Elain knew that. And there was little she could do, or say without arousing much suspicion. 

“Me.” Azriel answered instead, a hint of finality to his tone that had Elain clamp her mouth shut, completely aware he was waiting for a reaction – almost daring her to react in front of her entire family. But she had already given him enough of that earlier that day – and she knew anything about to come out of her mouth would only make the distance between the two of them grow bigger.

She didn’t want to jump back into his bed, but she refused to let her - no matter how painful it was to admit - deeply unresolved feelings ruin Nesta’s wedding.

Her sisters eyed Azriel and Elain with enough interest to make her uncomfortable, making her squirm in her seat for any entirely different reason. Luckily, neither said anything, simply rising with pleased smiles on their faces and walking to the kitchen – probably to start dinner. Rhys and Cassian followed suit.

Elain stood as well, thinking back to the pie she still had to bake. Baking would do her good – it’d bring her some peace, at the very least, baking for her sisters after so long. And if she were lucky, she would find the keys to the door among the forgotten kitchen drawers Nana never came around to clean. 

But Azriel seemed to have other plans, rising as well and standing entirely too close to her. His clean scent surrounded her, so familiar her heart clenched inside her chest.

“You know damn well it was you.” He said, his voice pure midnight and sin against her ear. “It was all you.”

Elain gulped, trying to bury the bitterness threatening to burst out of her skin. “But that’s not the truth, is it?” She dared, hating the way he flinched - a confirmation, if there ever was one. 

“It is, Elain.” Her name sent a shiver down her spine. “It was you with your hands tied behind your back in Cretea, and it was you with your pretty legs wrapped around my shoulders in Bharat and it was you bouncing on my cock in Dunmere.” His took a deep breath. “There’s always only been you.” He said, the message in his words clear enough.

But still, Elain took a deep breath, refusing to give in to his games. None of it mattered now, did it? It was too late. “Not anymore.”

Azriel opened his mouth to say something, the intent on eyes obvious: a challenge accepted, if there was ever one. Elain ought to push him away, refusing to let him see exactly how easy it would be to convince her – she should feel embarrassed about it, but the heat burning under her skin seemed to scorch any remaining rational thought.

But Feyre’s yelp quickly pulled them apart; Elain breathing loudly, cursing herself under her breath, Azriel’s jaw clenched, eyes conflicted. There was little to say as her little sister came running out of the kitchen, a small bag of ingredients in her hand, Rhysand’s sweater reaching down to her knees. Elain froze where she stood, refusing to even glance at the man who had gone still next to her. “You’re making cannoli?” She asked, excitedly.

Elain felt her cheeks burning, Azriel’s smug arrogance so evident she could almost feel it. With the incriminating bag of ingredients and the stifling conversation she had had with Azriel, she could hardly pretend it was anything other than cannoli. Still, she only said, "Maybe.” as if she wasn't admitting defeat all the same.

Feyre cheered drunkenly, quickly running back inside without a glance back. Azriel chuckled softly, a heartbreakingly beautiful smile on his face as he turned to face her. She hated how much she loved it. He almost looked boyish - something anyone else would think was a ridiculous notion associated with Azriel, but Elain knew better. 

He started walking backwards, his eyes never leaving hers. "I’m starting to think you’re a liar, Elain.” He said, smiling. He then turned smoothly around and left Elain dumbfounded where she stood.

Worst part was, he was absolutely right – she was a liar. And a terrible one, too, let alone with Azriel - the one person who saw her, who listened to her, who knew her better than anyone else. There was no hiding, no secrets between them- not on her end, at least. Which meant that, in whatever twisted game they seemed to had started playing, Elain was already losing. 

[fountainpenguin]

Fanfic Schedule News - 2024

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Overview

- Fairly OddParents - On hiatus while buffer building. Weekly Friday updates when ready, probably in summer. Origin and Knots are planned to alternate to show both sides of the war, but can be read independently. - WordGirl - On hiatus while buffer building. Weekly updates when ready, but lower priority than FOP. I'd like to post a few one-shots in spring and summer. - MCYT - Weekly Tuesday updates (Dog's Life until Chapter 30, then other 'fics while Dog's Life is on break). I'm also posting on Friday, but am moving towards posting on Sunday. - Total Drama - I'm not writing new content for the TD fandom, but I have 40+ 'fics I posted on FFN, but not AO3. Now that many are 10 years old, I'd like to archive some on AO3. - Every year I say I want to post my Mario drafts, but... I don't think 2024 will be that year. We will see.

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Fairly OddParents

130 Station - All pieces in the 130 Reasons Why I'm Fairy Trash series.

These are further broken down into "Trains" (Ex: Main cast, Anti-Fairies, Pixies, shippy stuff, etc.) - Find info HERE

Notable pieces that are not 130 Prompts include Origin of the Pixies, Frayed Knots, Come What May, and Reedfilter Rules, which may be best subscribed to individually- They do not have a series at this time.

WordGirl

Heroes' Journey - Stuff about WordGirl and Huggy learning to share Fair City with Kid Math

28 Million Degrees - Character studies

MCYT - Not RPF, but the 4th Wall is very thin

Pixels Imperfect - Pixel people (who are all mob hybrids) live in a server hub and roleplay with their friends. Lots of interpersonal and social drama mixed with humor.

Neighborhood Watch AU - A serious take on the Life series lore and mechanics, ft. a semi-medieval world where the first 5 Life seasons take place in a single timeline.

Roundabout - Misc. MCYT content

These pages also have links to character relationship series.

Total Drama

Riddle's Drama - Total Drama 'fics I wrote 2013-2016.

These are also on my FFN, where I cross-post my FOP and WordGirl content as well.

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Fairly OddParents

I'm working on a buffer for Origin of the Pixies and Frayed Knots chapters so they can alternate during the war. At the moment I'm posting content for other fandoms, but once the buffer is ready, these will roll out weekly. Hopefully by summer.

- Origin is caught up and ready for the war meeting next chapter, so we're just wrapping up Anti-Cosmo's school and relationship drama in Knots :) - We're in the era of 2016 draft chapters, so it's a combo of "Lots of stuff is already written" and "Lots of stuff needs to be updated."

Origin and Knots will update on Fridays when the time is right (alternating weeks).

The 130 Prompts wrapped up Arc 2 in December and is on hiatus.

If you missed the Arc 2 finale, check out "Grudge"- It's about Happy Peppy Gary and Crocker striking a dangerous deal and I think it's cute :)

Ideally, I'd like to finish the whole Come What May draft before I post more chapters (so we don't have more of these long lurches between chapters), and Reedfilter Rules is in a similar boat.

Origin and Knots are my priority, but once Come What May starts, I'd like to do weekly or bi-weekly updates until it's done.

WordGirl

Factor It In - I'm very happy with how the story has come out so far. It's fully outlined, but this is a "serious and fluffy" story and I've been on a "silly and angsty" streak lately, so the mood isn't there.

- I'd like to circle back to it soon, but don't want to post more chapters until I have a nice buffer. - I'd like to post again in autumn 2024 and keep up weekly updates for several months. Origin and Knots are higher priority, but I really like this story and look forward to more.

I have some WordGirl one-shot drafts I've been sitting on for months. I haven't been satisfied with them enough to post, but you might see them soon as I finalize them. There's no schedule for these, but they include:

- Local alien girl is SO brave about Rex's problems while they lie in the grass discussing love and culture - Local alien boy loses his fawn spots, comes of age, and hits up Hal Hardbargain for alien-strength deodorant - Character study for Victor Best (My horrible son) - Character study for pre-series Rex living on Hexagon (My somehow more horrible son) - Other drafts from 2018 that need polish

I so desperately want to show the world my "Hopelessly romantic life planner since he was born" x "She can't commit to anything including this" marriage of convenience superhero drama... He's oblivious... She's dying inside... He is so embarrassing... Do u understand my vision?

MCYT

- Dog's Life Session 2 will end with Chapter 30. I've finished up to Chapter 28 and just need to tweak the remaining chapters. It will then be on hiatus for a few months while I work on the Session 3 buffer and other projects.

Edit - Session 2 will actually be 37 chapters, so another month

Expecting 4 to 5 months of hiatus from regular updates with some intermission chapters a few weeks apart (Full moon arc, my beloved). I have 'fics I look forward to posting (including new multi-chapters that already have nice buffers and will post weekly), so there will be plenty of MCYT content, but it seemed wise to leave Dog's Life on break to avoid burnout. I hope you enjoy these new stories! When Dog's Life returns, it'll be with weekly updates for several months as per usual :)

My "first half of 2024" goal is to close out as many of my existing MCYT multi-chapters as I can. Thank you for your patience with multi-chapters that have slow updates- I plan to finish them soon :)

I recently completed For Sale: Bird Wings (Never Worn) with weekly updates and am on track to finish One and a Half Birds with weekly Friday updates.

After this, I would like to finish the last 2 to 3 chapters of Criminal Experience (which has always had Friday updates as well). I don't want to post the next chapter until I nail down the story's end, so there's been a delay, but I'm glad I've wrapped up other multi-chapters and I look forward to finishing this soon.

After this, I plan to post MCYT content Tuesdays and Sundays, leaving Fridays for my other fandoms.

What's on Tuesdays?

At the moment, Dog's Life for 7 more weeks. Session 2 ends with Chapter 30 on April 9th.

Edit: Chapter 37 on May 28th

I've started new multi-chapters while chasing inspiration bursts, but I held back from posting them, so now I have buffers for those. I look forward to sharing them throughout 2024. Two notable ones are:

- Chalaza - Quick story about Martyn arriving in New Star Station. Bdubs voice study, some practice writing short scenes, and this is the story that helped me nail down pixel person anatomy. ^ Highlights include Bdubs trotting around with Martyn's dissolved soul in a fishbowl and regaling Etho with tales of how the Phantom Dragon carries phantom hybrids in her mouth. Also, Martyn hides under Etho's couch for 4 days. - Herobrine's Guide to the Between Dimension - A meta story about my Between lore, hybrid anatomy, and hybrid culture. No plot, but I think it's fun.

These are expected to post Tuesdays while Dog's Life is on break :)

What's on Sundays?

At the moment, nothing- I'm posting on Fridays (weekly updates to One and a Half Birds for the next several weeks).

I've also got a draft called "Scar's Castle" that's about Grian doing chores during 3rd Life... we'll see if that turns out nice.

Now that Secret Life is over, I've been able to do more worldbuilding and story planning for Neighborhood Watch AU. I plan to post some one-shots soon. Highlights include:

"Goodchild Oscar" - Oscar Goodchild's lovely parents put out a hit on his soulmate. He drags Grian around the Hearts Club Ball in his attempts to thwart it. Title's subject to change, but this is a fun one :) "They Never Found the Desert" - Local Green Life parrot can't get Red Life soulmate motivated for anything. Desperate times call for desperate measures. "Ethograms, Etho Slab, and Something About Ethics (Probably)" - Joel studies wolves... and the single(?) dad who keeps coming around with his kids.

I've also been working on the big multi-chapter for this universe, which centers around the Clocker family: Arsenic Waltz. It's fully outlined and I'm 5 chapters into the buffer, but it doesn't feel "fun" to read yet, so... Hmm.

- If anyone wants to beta read the first 10k words where Martyn arrives at the Clocker residence and meets his soulmate Cleo for the first time, lmk? Been struggling with the pacing of action vs. world lore for months and it'd be nice to get outside thoughts. - My plan was to start posting in April after Dog's Life ends, but it might need more time. With weekly updates, it should finish in December or January, but I'd like a nice buffer first. Possibly, this story will start in the summer and end in early 2025.

EDIT - I ended up killing all these darlings and moving them to a separate story, which will be released at a later time. The pacing was just not working :)

Additional multi-chapters to wrap up:

Closed Door Policy - Can't finish until Criminal Experience is done. Will post Tuesdays or Sundays as appropriate (Expecting 2 or 3 more chapters).

Dear Future Captain - Waiting for Dog's Life to catch up to this part of the timeline (Between Sessions 4 and 5?) - I like my draft for Chapter 3, but I'd rather wrap up other stories first.

With Acid In Your Eyes - Outlined and expecting 10 chapters. This is a high-tension story I was excited for, but it's on the backburner while finalizing lore, social dynamics, and plot points. It was ambitious to post this one before things were solid, but I look forward to returning when I'm ready :)

If you're interested in being a beta reader for any of my work, you can get in touch. I've not worked with beta readers in fanfic before, but if you're interested, we can talk about it!

Thanks for reading! Happy 2024!

[rwrbprompts]

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[acourtofladydeath]

Sunday Funday Update!

Hello loves!

Time for your weekly update which is just as much to inform you of things as it is to keep me accountable.

🦇 This past week was an absolute roller coaster getting out a behemoth 13.7K word chapter of "Take These Broken Wings." If you haven't already you can go read chapter 3, "A Dark Black Night" on AO3 now!

✍🏼 Chapter 4 is already well underway (6.3K words already if anyone is counting) and I hope to deliver that to y'all soon. But she's a doozy so it may take some time. I'd rather deliver y'all quality work over quantity work, especially when addressing the serious themes of a fic like TTBW.

💞 Planning is well underway for Poly+ ACOTAR week posts and fics. I can't wait to share this week with y'all!

Anyway, that's all I have for now, but feel free to reach out any time with questions!

[arkhammaid]

when will we get the next ao3 update? i know you currently have your finals and i wish you the best, but i just wanted to ask. both ongoing fics are just so gooood

welll... i actually have no idea. i'm done with everything on sunday but then the prep for my intership + internship starts and i just know i will be super busy. but i do hope i can put out weekly updates. sometimes it will work, sometimes not. i really don't have an update schedule.

hopefully the next update will be this sunday and if not, some day the following week? i'll have to see how far i come with writing :)

[mi6-cafe]

It's Endings December!

Our challenge is quite simple this month: In this last month of the year, we're focusing on endings! This could be from a writing standpoint (the end of a chapter? the end of a fic?) or from a plot perspective (the end of a friendship? the end of a life?). Any other ending-centric ideas are welcome! For bonus accountability, share your progress with the community on WIP Wednesdays, regardless of what fandom it is for.

Tag us in your posted Bond-related creations so we can reblog them. As always, all ships, gen fic, and genres are welcome! You can also add anything to our AO3 collection.

Festive Fanwork Fiesta is starting!

Sign-ups for this year’s Festive Fanwork Fiesta ended on November 30. Now we have three weeks of fandom fun! During this fiesta, we send participants three prompts and give them a week to create something. It's a chance to give someone in the fandom a little gift as they fill a prompt which has been sitting on the prompt sheet for a while. We're looking forward to this month's entries!

Saturday Cafe: Dec 14 and 28

Come join us in the fandom Slack as we write, draw, sprint, plot, brainstorm, cheerlead, and generally have a good time trying to get things done together. If you’d like an invite to the Slack, go ahead and message @castillon02 or @spiritofcamelot!

Fanfic Readalong, Saturdays at 9pm ET

This month, the readalong crew is reading short fics that can be finished in one or two sessions of reading. Come join for some bite-sized Bond fic fun!

When: Saturdays at 9pm eastern/6pm Pacific.

Where: We’ll be reading on discord in the readalongs channel. (Invite to discord here)

Please join us to read or just hang out.

Daniel Craig December

This watch party series is created and hosted by the wonderful @kitten-kin in the Cafe discord!

Sat Dec 7 @ 9am PST “Road to Perdition”

Sat Dec 14 @ 9am PST “Cowboys & Aliens”

Sat Dec 21 @ 9am PST “Logan Lucky”

Sat Dec 27 @ 9am PST “Knives Out: Glass Onion”

Please be sure to check doesthedogdie dot com if there are certain topics and triggers you want to avoid!

Other social events

We have loved all the movies, game nights, even TTRPGs that happened during Fest this year and we hope to see more of them throughout the year!

We will happily promote other watch party events of spy movies or whatever else you would like to organize.

Weekly events:

WIP Wednesday: You can post an excerpt of your WIP on our post or make your own post and mention the @mi6-cafe. Either way it’s a fun way to show people what you’re working on, Bond fandom or otherwise.

Weekly Bond movies: Hosted by womble every Sunday at 8am Pacific time, join us in Discord to watch one of the Bond movies. Keep an eye on the watch party calendar linked below for updates.

Want to host your own event in the Discord or elsewhere? Let us know about it so we can add it to the calendars!

Calendars

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[pmd-etu]

Hey there ETU readers!

[TLDR If you don't want to read the giant blocks of text: ETU is coming back, but in written form, on my AO3 account, come October of this year!]

I know I’ve made posts here and there, between this blog and the main blog saying I’m working on the comic. And this was true! I love ETU, and I loved working on it at the time!

However!

It takes far too long to draw. I made a bunch of black and white pages- but they take just as long to draw as the colored ones in my style, plus [in my opinion] they don’t look as good.

My work schedule is also all over the place, and there's a lot going on in my life that won't be slowing down anytime soon. Finding time to draw a full comic is. Hard. To say the least.

All in all, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to make this a full comic. I simply don’t have the time, energy, or motivation. If I spent every last drop of my free time I could make more pages- but I have other hobbies then art, and I like to draw other things too. Hell, the 80ish pages of ETU that exist barely covered the prologue of the game and they took me two years to draw. The story would have taken decades to finish at that rate.

HOWEVER (2) I love Pokémon mystery dungeon. (Excluding “The Cat Lady”) it is my favorite game of all time, certainly my favorite Pokémon game of all time. It was one of the reasons I got obsessed with OCs and story creation. My first ever written story as a kid was a PMD story! It means a lot to me.

So I’ll be writing (and FINISHING) the story as a written piece. I know that’s not as fun to most people as a comic, but I want to see this story finished one way or another, and this is the most feasible way of me doing so. I’ve been working on ETU since 2016(the comic started in 2019 but that’s when I made Amoris!)and I want it to be completed!

Honestly, my grammer isn't great. And I’m willing to admit that my writing isn’t perfect- I got too self conscious about writing stories for a good 5 years and am just now getting back into it. So what I’m saying is it won’t be perfect- but neither was the original comic, so I hope you’ll enjoy it anyway!

Anyway, it’s going to be up on AO3- I'll be starting it by posting the first 10 chapters weekly! [Will take a break after that for a little while to Ensure I have enough of a buffer between chapter releases to edit to my liking and work on other projects!]

I’ll be posting updates on here when I post new chapters too but I recommend following me on AO3!

https://archiveofourown.org/users/PrinceSheepish [I also write other things there, of course!]

My goal to post the first chapter will be October 1, 2023! [So every Sunday!]

As a bonus though, because I am primarily an artist, I will be drawing scenes and character references for ETU, as I was doing before- those will also be posted here!

[kae-karo]

do you have 90 minutes? - kaisae

do you have 90 minutes? - E

ch 1/8 - 1.9k

tags: canon universe, alternating pov, feelings realization, banter, eventual smut, getting together

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"Nothing at all to say about Michael Kaiser, then?" It's a Hail Mary, clearly, but Sae pauses. Michael's brows raise a little at the sight of him sitting back. "I have plenty to say about Michael Kaiser," Sae says plainly. "Have you watched his most recent game?"

Michael discovers - by way of an unprecedented ninety minute interview - that Itoshi Sae happens to be an expert on all things Michael Kaiser. A revelation that Michael has absolutely no idea what to do with. Apparently, Sae doesn't know what to do about it either.

[read on ao3]

updates weekly on fridays and sundays!