#emblem 3 oneshot

[honey-katsu]

Ghostly - ao3

Summary:

The war is over, but King Dimitri still struggles with the ghosts of his past.

Warning: delusions/hallucinations, mild gore/horror, grief, and self-harm (aka Dimitri's trauma coming back to haunt him)

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(also this was one of my earliest works, so it’s not as good as it could be tbh. but i can see what i was going for. that’s something, at least)

Wind howled and banged on the windows of the King of Faerghus's private chambers. The winter night air slipped in through the broken window. The dust on the furniture drifted downwards, landing ever so softly on the shoulder of a broken man. This man, the leader of his people and king of a kingdom, did not notice the wind, the chill, or the utter disarray of his room. Nor did he notice the soft knock-knock on the door.

"Your Highness," the person on the other side calls. He stiffens and reaches for his nearby lance, but does not answer. Shadows circle him and multiply, obscuring his vision and blocking his path.

"Your Highness," a feminine voice mocks, stepping out to caress his cheek. " Your Highness... Do you think you deserve that title? After what you put us through?"

The king flinches, but does not respond. "My son," chides another voice in his ear, "you have made our people suffer, and they have died because of you, just like we did. You cannot be king if you cannot protect your people. And you cannot be king if you cannot grant the simple wish of the dead and dying."

“Father, I-” He gripped the dresser, cracking it with his boar-like strength.

"You do not deserve any of this, Dimitri,'' another female voice came forward, shimmering in the moonlight and her form becoming clear. His mother sneered at this pathetic child she had raised. “They gave up their lives for you and continue to do so. You lead hundreds to their deaths daily yet they still welcome you home with open arms. They treat you like the king they said you are. But have you not considered their true intentions? The real reason they treat you like a god?"

Dimitri shook his head, too scared to speak.

His mother and the other ghosts began to snicker. Glenn appeared from around the former queen’s shoulder, regarding the figure in front of him with a blank face and a loathing gaze. Dimitri shrunk under his stare. 

Glenn scoffed, "He doesn't even know! How pathetic, Your Highness. ” Turning to the others, he crooned, “Who will do the honors of enlightening our dearest Dimitri, hm?”

“Oh, I will! I will!” A faceless soldier of the kingdom eagerly chirped from the gathered crowd of ghosts. “They are terrified of you! They follow you into battle because it is better than the alternative."

"The alternative..."

"Yes, my child,” his mother sang, tilting his chin upwards. “You could kill them with nothing but your hands. You could kill them simply by doing nothing, like you did to us.”

"No, no no no!" he cried, swinging his lance blindly, shaking and trembling. "Only those who you deem unworthy! Only those who must die for your revenge did I strangle!”

"Dimitri,” called a little voice. He whipped his head around to see a small Duscurian girl looking up at him. Her face was covered in cuts and bruises. Her left eye was grey; her missing right eye was replaced with a bigger, blue eye. It was bleeding, drenching her clothes and the teddy bear she was holding “Why did you kill us? Why did you let us die?"

"I-I did not want you to die,” the king whispered softly. “I tried to save you. But there was nothing I could do-"

"Oh, there is always something you can do." The child reached up, gently brushing her ghostly fingers across Dimitri's neck as if she were caressing a puppy. A demonic grin spread across her face. "You could die."

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“Professor!”

Byleth turned around to see Mercedes running after him and carrying a tray of food. He nodded to his former student.

“Welcome back, Professor. How did your mission go?”

“The knights and I successfully quelled the resistance in Nuvelle,” he replied, “as well as smaller rebellions nearby. Soon, the Kingdom will be able to completely unite Fodlan.”

“That's great news.” Mercedes smiled, but her joy quickly disappeared. With Byleth’s curious look, she continued hesitantly. “But um, I can’t say things have been going so well here while you’ve been gone. He hasn’t eaten in weeks and refuses to leave his room. Every time someone tries to check on him, they come back bruised and terrified.” She sighed, concern painted on her features. “We’re all worried, Professor, even Felix admitted to it.”

“I see.” said Byleth. “Did anyone have any bleeding wounds from their visit with the king?”

Mercedes offered the tray to Byleth. “No, but sometimes their bones would be broken.”

“Okay. Thank you.” Byleth took the tray from Mercedes and changed his direction. “I will take care of this.”

As he walked away, Mercedes could only stare at his back. How fearless the Professor must be to march right into the wounded lion’s den, she thought as she bowed in Byleth’s direction. How selfless and kind he must be to love someone so broken.

“Best of luck, Professor,” she whispered. But Byleth was already gone.

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In front of the king’s chambers, Byleth stopped to gather his thoughts. He mentally prepared for every situation he could come up with. If things went terribly awry, he could always use a Divine Pulse. However, he preferred not to use them for these types of situations. The Pulses are to save lives, and unless Dimitri had killed someone, himself or otherwise, Byleth would not– could not– rewind the past.

With a deep breath, Byleth knocked on the door. “Your Highness,” he called. He waited for a few moments, but there was no answer. He couldn’t hear anything from inside. 

He tried again with a gentle rap at the door. “Your Highness? I’ve brought your dinner.”

Again, no response. A muffled yell resounded behind the doors. He heard heavy footsteps and the soft screech of Areadbhar being dragged across the stone floor.

Ah, thought Byleth, as he fiddled with his wedding ring nervously. It is worse than I thought this time.

“Dimitri, I’m coming in.” Byleth warned. 

Slowly opening the door, he found that things had been worse than he anticipated. Dust covered almost every surface and floated in the air, stirred by the breeze. The dresser corner was crushed. The curtains, bedsheets, and walls had large gashes in them. Shattered glass lay at the floor by the windows. The dresser door was unhinged, and clothes were scattered around the room. The tapestry of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus had been trampled on and stabbed so many times Byleth could hardly see the symbol anymore.

But he couldn’t find Dimitri. Panic began to rise in Byleth. He set the tray down and rushed around the room. He checked the bathroom and the large closet before noticing the balcony door slightly ajar. He gently nudged the door open, careful not to make any sudden noises.

At the edge of the balcony stood Dimitri. He held Areadbhar at his side. His ragged attire, hunched back, and unkempt hair made Byleth’s chest ache. Cautiously, he circled around Dimitri to his side. Dimitri’s hair dangled in front of his eye, softly blowing in the breeze. The king turned his head towards Byleth slowly and locked eyes. Byleth studied his eye, hazy and unseeing, trying to understand what had happened.

He stole a quick glance at Areadbhar. Blood dripped from its tip. It’s fresh, thought Byleth, but no one has been in here recently. So whose is it? His eyes trailed up Dimitri’s body and landed on his outstretched arm. His arm was held over the balcony, blood spilling into the city streets below.

After a moment, Dimitri noticed his presence. His gaze followed Byleth’s, retracting his arm. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

Byleth gingerly grasped Dimitri’s arm, wordlessly inspecting the cuts. He tenderly led Dimitri back inside, plopped him on the bed, and began to tidy up while looking for the first aid kit.

“Sorry,” mumbled Dimitri. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Dimitri.” Byleth replied softly, grabbing bandages out of the first aid kit. He began to clean and dress Dimitri’s wounds. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

Dimitri did not look up at Byleth, eyes transfixed on the lance he still held in his hand. “But it is. I know it is. I couldn't give you what you wanted this time, either. I'm sorry. Father, I’m sorry. Glenn, I’m sorry. I’m sorry it’s not enough. I’m-”

“Dimitri.” Byleth’s voice was firm yet kind. He tried to call him back to reality and ground him with his presence. He rubbed his thumb across Dimitri’s palm in a circular motion. “Dimitri, it's okay. It's not your fault.” For what felt like hours, Byleth continued to run his thumb across Dimitri’s palm, reciting these comforting words and reassurances.

Dimitri squeezed Byleth’s thumb lightly. Byleth waited for him to speak. After a moment, he did. “Byleth… when did you get back?”

“Just now.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to come back from your mission to see this mess.”

“It’s quite alright, Dimitri.” Byleth planted a feathery kiss on Dimitri’s head, then his bandaged arm.

“Did, uh, did I do that?” Dimitri looked a little unsettled. He glanced at his lance. “Oh, I guess I did. I’m sorry.”

Byleth cupped the king’s face and stared him in the eye. “Don’t apologize to me, or the ghosts of your past, Dimitri. What happened is not your fault, and revenge isn't the answer.”

Dimitri nodded. “I know.”

“Would you tell me what happened while I was away?”

Dimitri broke away, unable to maintain eye contact. He gazed at his arm, then at his finger where his wedding ring rested. He began to turn anxiously as he recounted the words of his family. “The dead demanded Imperial blood. But I couldn’t give them the blood they desired, so I gave them mine.”

[lululeighsworld]

time for oc x canon week!! in addition to wanting to write GunterLeigh sickfic, this was inspired by the day 4 and 6 prompts, 'Caring for one another' and 'An intimate moment' (among other ideas that have been steeping in my brain for these two)!

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[iniquitousyearning]

MATTHEO RIDDLE ONESHOT- We Aren’t Over

VOTERS RESULT FROM MY POLL<3 XOXO ENJOY

Info: FWB gets jealous seeing you kiss another guy at a party after the two of you had called things off.

Word count: 4.5k

Tags: 18+, PURE SMUT, PIV, FWB, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Begging, Teasing, Jealousy, Threats of Violence, Good Sex

"You look so fucking sexy..."

large hands belonging to an admittedly handsome Ravenclaw student that you failed to acquire the name of gripped your hips; firmly pulling you against his tall body as his lips grazed your ear, hot whiskey breath washing over you, intoxicating you even further than you already were.

One hand slid around to your ass, gripping a palmful of the plump flesh over the fabric of your Slytherin uniform skirt. Your breath hitched in your throat as he nipped your earlobe, teeth tugging gently on your emerald earring, his voice a low reverberation down your spine.

"I'd love to rip that awful fucking uniform off of you and get a taste of what you're hiding under there..."

Your cheeks burned, warmth flooding you as you chewed on your lip, bringing your mouth toward his own ear now as the two of you could hardly hear yourselves think amidst the blaring music coming from the speakers in the out-of-control Friday night Slytherin party, green flashing lights blurring your vision further than the alcohol was as you squinted to try and get a better glimpse of his face.

In your intoxicated state, you couldn't recognize this guy for the life of you. The only thing that gave away his Ravenclaw status was his uniform.

"I'd be careful with your next words there, little Raven," you purred, your unsteady fingers finding his shoulders. "I promise you, you'll regret coming into my house and disrespecting my emblem like that..."

Gods, you were fucking hammered, but since you and your friends-with-benefits had called things off last weekend; you'd been desperate to find someone new to hopefully satisfy you just as well as he did--but admittedly, your hopes were low.

Not many boys knew your body like the back of their hand, or knew exactly how to drive you sexually insane, the way Mattheo fucking Riddle did.

"Is that so?" His grip on your body tightened, a deep groan leaving his throat as he pressed his lips to your jaw. "I'm not quite sure a poor little serpent like you is any match for a big bad raven like me..."

"You'd be surprised," you retorted, slowly threading your fingers through his thick brown hair. "It's been proven that even the most intelligent birds couldn't elude the cunning serpent's snare..." you tilted your head, smirking. "But go on, underestimate me...that'll be fun."

His eyes widened, the darkness inside his pupils boring into you, drowning you in their endless voids. Your stomach twisted as your sight locked in with his, and you took a moment to analyze his features a little better. Gods, he looked so fucking much like Mattheo.

Why was it that you could never seem to get that fucking guy out of your head?

You were convinced that you were going to die one day with his gorgeous fucking face still haunting you--those dark penetrating eyes, that devilish, seductive smirk--that messy mop of chocolate curls that sat effortlessly adorable over his forehead. Fuck, you hated him.

You hated him for fucking you so good you couldn't stop fucking thinking about him; even after the endless bickering and arguing the two of you had been going through over the last few weeks, causing a consensual end to your hookups--you hated him for occupying your mind even while you were pressed up against an undeniably sexy new guy, who clearly had a deep interest in you, who clearly wanted to fuck you until your legs gave out.

You should be happy right now, you should be overly fucking ecstatic, practically brimming with relief as the Ravenclaw guy leaned in, pressing his lips to yours and capturing your mouth in a sloppy, intoxicated kiss; his tongue slipping past your teeth as his hands gripped your ass with enough force to bruise--you should be completely fucking overjoyed as your lids fluttered shut, your mouths working over the others with a little too much desperation as you stood in the middle of the crowded common room, fervent fingers gripping onto each other as though your lives depended on it.

You should be happy, but you're not.

When you broke the kiss, the Ravenclaws brows furrowed, but before he had a chance to ask you to his dorm, and in a hopeful attempt at subtly saving yourself, you brought your lips toward his ear, trying to sound as sexy and inconspicuous as possible. "Why don't you get us some drinks?"

When he smirked, nodding in agreement, he graced your ass with one last squeeze before he spun around, making his way across the room and heading toward the bar station. You watched him as he went, and as soon as he had disappeared within the sea of inebriated bodies; you let out a long, exasperated breath; spinning on your heel to quickly make your way to the bathroom and away from that spot before he returned.

Sure, you felt bad for ditching him like that, but he was just as drunk as you were. He'd forget you even existed by the morning.

As you shoved your way through the endless amounts of drunk, sweaty bodies, you'd almost successfully broke through the crowd when a strong, firm grip wrapped around your wrist; hot breath washing over your neck as a tall body pressed against your backside--a height so towering and presence so intoxicating you already knew, without hearing his voice or seeing his face, that it could only be one fucking man.

"Where you headed, princess?" Mattheo's deep, husky drawl rolled through your eardrums like honey; a slow, thick, and admittedly fucking seductive pitch. "You're not really going to ditch that poor bastard after getting him going like that, are you?"

You turned your head, trying to glimpse him over your shoulder, fighting to hide your smirk. "I don't see how that's any of your business, Riddle."

"Ouch...one week without my cock and we're already back to second name basis, huh?" His grip tightened, his body heat enveloping you, his plush lips pressed tight against your ear. "I'm just surprised...you looked like you were enjoying yourself."

"Stalking me, are you?" You scoffed, trying to pry your wrist from his hold but he tightened his grip even further, other hand snaking around to your hip. "Is the big heartless Riddle boy jealous?"

He chuckled, and you could almost see the smirk on his lips. The feeling of his chest rumbling against your back did inexplicable things to your cunt. Gods, you hated how you were already fucking melting for him and you haven't even taken one single look at his face.

"Were you thinking about me?" He purred, teeth nipping at your ear, the arrogance in his tone igniting flames in your veins. "When his tongue was halfway down your fucking throat, were you wishing it was mine?"

"Give me a break, Mattheo." Your head was spinning, oxygen evaporating; but you knew you needed to play it off. "Don't fucking flatter yourself."

"You know you love the things I fucking did to you..." by this point his voice was a low growl, his tone so deep and dark in your ear it sent shudders skittering down your spine. "You know you'll search for me in every single sad sack you try to distract yourself with."

Heat flashed your face, his fingers digging into your hip with enough force to bruise. "Jealous of a Ravenclaw...must be a tough pill to swallow for the Slytherin prince-"

When his teeth sunk into your earlobe with enough force to basically tell you to shut up without actually saying it, you yelped--eyes fluttering shut as he tugged you back against him with added force.

"Keep talking, princess, and I won't hesitate to walk over there and rearrange his fucking face..." he spat the words through barred teeth, your bones shaking with the deep vibration. "Do you even know his name? Huh? Do you even know who the fuck he is?"

Gods, you were cursing yourself. As if you were about to fold for this man after he'd basically told you to fuck off and leave him alone no less than a week ago. Your brain knew, above all else, that what you were about to do was completely fucking wrong--but your cunt paid no mind to your brains protests. Your cunt wanted Mattheo Riddle.

"No, Matty, I don't..." you whispered, tilting your head to give him better access to you neck. "Lots of night left, though...I'm sure I'll be quite familiar with it when I'm screaming-"

He sunk his teeth into your neck now, forcing a sharp squeal from your lips--another commanding gesture to silently warn you that if you kept talking, he was going to fucking lose it. Part of you hoped he would.

"What have I told you about saying my fucking name like that, princess..." he growled, licking a flat strip up the side of your throat. Fuck, you loved that tongue. That skilled, tentative fucking tongue. "And if you keep talking like that, the only thing you'll be screaming is for me to stop when I'm beating his fucking face into the floor..."

His words made you fucking shudder, a full body tremor against his built chest, entirely unable to control yourself now. The need between your thighs was becoming more insistent by the second, and at this point--you were at a complete loss for words; your lips involuntarily uttering the one word you knew you'd never forget how to say, regardless of how speechless you were.

His name. "Mattheo..."

"There she is..." he murmured, the praise in his tone making your breath hitch in your lungs. "Aren't you glad you met me? I know you got me stuck inside your memory..."

Long fingers slipped under the fabric of your shirt, grazing over your stomach. Bodies were everywhere, drunk students around you paying absolutely no mind to the intoxicated sins the two of you were about to commit.

"No," you uttered, so quiet you weren't even sure if he'd heard it. "I want you out of my fucking head..."

He purred in satisfaction, revelling in the fact you'd finally admitted to missing him. "Should've listened to me, princess...told you I was bad for you..."

More heat swarmed you, your thighs screaming; begging in need. "We can't keep doing this...it's so wrong, Matty..."

"But it feels so right, doesn't it?" His hand around your wrist snuck down to your hip, his other pressed against your stomach; pulling you tighter against his crotch--your breath evaporated when you felt his aggressive bulge against your ass. "Feel that, princess? That's what you fucking do to me..."

He pressed his lips to your pulse, teeth softly grazing over it, and you mewled; head falling back against his shoulder, body melting into his own--surrendering yourself to his intoxicating dominance just as you've done time and time before.

"I hate myself for letting you do this to me..." you breathed, head rolling to the side as his teeth worked purple possession marks into your skin. "I'm so stupid for you..."

"That's it, admit it, baby...admit that you missed this..." his grip tightened, tone thickened with lust. "You're my little devil, you know I'd sin for you..."

At his words, your entire body ignited into pure fucking flame, magma replacing the blood that flowed through your veins; threatening to melt your uniform and leaving you in nothing more than a pile of ash at his feet. You were done talking, you needed his fucking cock.

"Are we gonna quit the talking and do something about it then, hm?" You purred, tilting your head back to meet his eyes for the first time; your head spinning as you drowned in the dark hurricane of their desire. "Show me how you'd sin for me, Matty..."

"I'll show you, baby, I'll fucking show you..." he said, wetting his lips as he held your stare. "Your dorm or mine?"

Music to your fucking ears. "Yours."

Without another word, Mattheo gripped your wrist, his hold like a snake, slithering around you gently at first; slowly increasing its pressure until he'd cut the blood flow, threatening suffocation of your lungs and leaving you with only hungry, primal desire--eradicating all thoughts of just how horrible of an idea you knew this was. He dragged you out of the common room and toward his dorm, not sparing you a single glance as he ripped open the door and pulled you inside; slamming your back up against it as it closed, one hand snaking toward the lock and clicking it tight into place.

When he paused, two hands finding residence against the wood on either side of your head; not moving, only staring, it was as though the rest of the world faded away--and all that was left was the cunning, messy brown haired boy in front of you. His presence filled the room, suffocating you, stopping your heart mid-beat. He loomed over you, toes centimeters from your own, chest so close that you both would touch with a deep enough breath.

You scanned his body, heart pounding, palms sweating from the impending reality of your desire, and he smirked, leaning closer.

"I don't think I can allow another man to lay a fucking finger on you ever again..." he whispered. "I don't think that perfect fucking pussy can belong to anyone fucking else."

"Since when did it belong to you, Matty?" You shuddered, deciding to test him a bit. "I thought we were just casual-"

"You think anyone else could fuck you stupid like I do?" You could practically feel his fingernails digging into the wood beside your head, the anger building in his eyes. "How about your exes? How'd they fuck you, huh?"

Your throat tightened. "Mattheo-"

"Say it." He growled, leaning closer--so close your noses brushed. "You want me to make you fucking cum, princess? Say that little pussy is mine."

Gods, curse your fucking insatiable need to get fucked. At this point, you were fully cognizant of the fact that this man could make you say damned-near anything if it meant he'd get inside you. Swallowing your ego, you met his stare--as intense as it had ever felt--and licked your lips.

"It's yours, Matty..." you murmured. "It's all yours."

Mattheo Riddle smirked. "That's fucking right."

Unable to decide between indignant and patronized, you eschewed both, and instead opted to hook your fingers into his belt, pulling yourself into him while you boosted yourself on your tiptoes to meet his lips with your own. Your kiss was hungry and demanding as you sought to memorize his mouth with your tongue. Mattheo's large hands cupped your face, fingers delving into your hair while he pressed into you, forcing you back tighter against the door.

You groaned against his lips, writhing underneath him while you slid your tongue along his teeth, seeking to know every part of him, needing him to want you--to fucking need you like you needed him. Mattheo drew in a breath through his nose and pushed deeper, like he wanted to fuse you with the door, and your hands shot into his hair, a shiver running through you as you felt how soft, how luxurious it was between your fingers.

Another soft groan rumbled in your chest, and--having distant, fuzzy deja vu of the countless encounters prior--you wrapped the curly tendrils of his hair around your fingers and yanked it.

At that, a deep moan left his throat, and he pulled back, waves of harsh breath crashing over him. His blackened eyes darted across your face, switching between your lips and eyes. "Fucking naughty little thing..." he huffed, smirking.

"For you, always," you murmured, and he groaned, wetting his lips as he leaned closer.

"Fuck-that's right...I love it when you're bad...you only act this way for me, huh?" His voice was a low purr, warm breath crashing your face. "That why you didn't fuck him? That why you ran?"

Chewing your lip, you nodded, and tugged his hair again, bringing him to your mouth once more.

He smirked against you and his hands fell to your hips, roaming the swell of your curves before gripping the underside of your thighs and hiking you onto the door. Immediately, the aching length in his pants ground into your center while his tongue fought its way into your mouth. Without you having to think, your legs circled him, and your hips were grinding back, pursuing any friction and heat you could find.

You peeled away to catch a breath, hands resting in his hair, and his lips went to work on your neck, suckling and nibbling the skin there.

"Matty...please..." you murmured, already begging for something, anything. "I need you."

Snuffing a groan, Mattheos grip bruised your hips as he bucked into you, grinding you against the door.

"You want me to fuck you, slut?" he said, breath hot on your neck. "Didn't get enough of my cock last time?"

"No-fuck-I didn't," you mewled, a slight embarrassment washing over you. "It's never enough."

Mattheo growled, his grip hardening to iron, and he licked a warm, wet line along your pulse. "That's right...that's what I like to hear..."

Sinking his teeth into your neck, he pushed off the door, walking over toward his bed as he held you against his chest. You watched the door get further and further away, lust building and growing in your chest as he nipped your jawline before grazing his lips over yours again, softly and briefly as he reached the edge of his mattress and laid you back against it.

When you hit the bed, he kept his mouth on yours while his hands left your waist; fervent fingers finding the fabric of your button up blouse and untucking it from your skirt, cold hands slipping underneath and groping your tits through your bra--a deep groan leaving his chest as you bucked your hips up against his crotch; wanting him closer, needing him closer.

His hands slid back down, finding the hem of your skirt and flipping it up your stomach, wasting zero fucking time before he hooked his thumbs around the band of your thong and peeled them down your thighs. The minute you were exposed, you heard the clatter of his belt buckle hitting the floor, and your pussy throbbed.

"Matty..."

Mattheo chuckled, the weight of his stare resting on your naked pussy; wallowing in your clear desperation for him.

"Look at you," he murmured. "So fucking wet." He released a long breath--he was testing his own patience, now. "This perfect body can't help but to crave me..."

You groaned as he teased your inner thigh with one hand, the other working to peel his shirt off his torso in one swift movement--exposing his hard, firm fucking abs and leaving him looming before you in just black briefs--looking as delicious and sexy as you've ever goddamn seen him.

As his long fingers ghosted over your folds, you arched, groaning when he brushed past it toward the inside of your other thigh; squirming in slight frustration, admittedly the teasing was absolutely getting to you now.

"Mattheo, I swear to-"

A firm, sharp smack to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh stopped the words in your throat; your stomach twisted as you watched Mattheo's eyes darken and lips curl sadistically.

"Is that how I taught you to ask for what you want?" He sneered, wetting his lips as he met your pleading eyes. "You know what I want to hear, princess."

You winced, swallowing your pride furthermore, until it was eroding in your stomach acid. "Please, Matty...please make me cum..."

His lips parted. "Good girl.”

His hum of approval was followed by the warm kiss of his fingertips along the sensitive lips of your pussy, feathersoft at first, and then one thick finger slipped between your folds, gliding between them, slicking itself with your wetness and grazing the swollen nub of your clit. That did it--blinded with relief, you cracked, moaning deep in your chest. Blood flushed your face, tingling your cheeks.

"You like that?" He brushed the bundle of nerves again, earning another shuddered groan. "You like the way I touch you? The way that pretty pussy responds to me?"

"Yes...Gods, yes..." you replied, the sentence coming without thought.

"That's right..." his free hand wrapped around the back of your thigh, tugging you closer to the edge of the bed, fingers swirling around your clit in tight circles, and you gasped, your mouth dropping in bliss, your rapid panting filling the steamy air.

"Fuck you're so sexy, my dirty little whore in her short little uniform skirt..." a stifled groan cut through his throat, and you shot a glance at him; one hand rubbing his strained erection through his boxers. "It took everything I had not to bend you over the fucking desk in class all week...fuck you know how to test me..."

You cried out, your pussy clenching, craving to be filled by him. "Matty, fuck-please..."

"Please what?" He growled.

Gods, curse him--curse him to bloody hell. You couldn't fucking handle this anymore. You knew he was punishing you, making you fucking beg and shatter and cry for it after what you'd done; and the way his fingers stroked your clit had you spasming, jerking--so close to cumming, you just wanted him inside you.

"Please." You banished all pride and ego and fucking common sense to the perimeter of your mind. Asylum. Just this once. "Please, fuck me...please."

"Tell me I'm the only one." He hissed, slipping a finger inside your wet, throbbing core; your back arching off the mattress as his thumb increased its pace on your clit. "Tell me you'll never let another man put his fucking hands on what's mine."

A cyclone was roaring in your brain, tearing apart coherent trains of thought with primitive, physical clamoring. Your response was pieced together by the efforts of your need for release alone.

"Fuck-no, never, Matty...I'm yours...all fucking yours..."

He was staring at you, face blank, surveying you while you twitched and jerked underneath his ministrations. His focus switched between your pussy--desperately throbbing and melting against his touch--and your red, sweating face, jaw slack from your haze of pleasure. You chewed your lip--it was bruised by now, certainly--clenching hard, and he groaned, pulling his boxers down to let his thick, needy cock spring free.

"Cum for me, slut." He ordered. "Cum for me right fucking now."

As if controlled by a remote in his hands, a tidal wave of euphoria slammed into you, walls pulsing, body wracked with the convulsions of an aggressively pent up orgasm, vision whiting out as you threw your head back, a loud string of unintelligible curses flying from you. Mattheo hummed, hand working you to the end of your orgasm as his free one slowly stroked his cock, watching every tiny ministration of your face with an exasperated expression until he was certain you were past it.

And when he was, he wasted no fucking time before he gripped your ankles in his hands, staring down at you as he began to rock his hips; his hard, throbbing dick sliding between your slit.

"Tell me you want it," he purred. "Beg for it."

You groaned. "Please, I want it Matty…I want you so fucking bad."

With a goddamn suffocatingly arrogant and devilish grin, he braced himself as he sunk into your pussy; your wet walls swallowing his cock with ease as you let loose a long, satisfied moan--Mattheo sucked a breath in through his bared teeth as sheathed himself all the way inside your cunt, pausing there to feel you clench and adjust around him.

"So fuckin' tight..." he groaned, head bowing. "Fuck you feel so good around me."

Your eyes squeezed shut, your fingers finding Mattheo's hands until he gathered both of your wrists and pinned them above your head with just one of his, leaning over you to fuck you deep and hard as his free hand snuck down to your clit. Throttled cries of pleasure were leaking from you, your conscious slipping from reality as he pummelled your pussy like you deserved the pain.

"Fuck, yes," you practically screamed. "You fuck me so good Matty...so deep, fuck-" 

A deep snarl roared from Mattheo's chest, his grip on your wrists tightening while he fucked you deeper, harder, your body rocking from the power of his thrusts. You could feel his ragged breath on your face, knew without seeing him that he was above you, lips parted, pupils blown.

"Look at me," he growled. "Let me see those eyes as you fucking cum for me."

Groaning, you obeyed, lids fluttering open to meet his gaze. Mattheo was possessed, looking past you, through you, panting with every snap of his hips. You lost yourself in his stare, the rest of the room falling away, and his fingers moved faster over your clit, bringing you to that precipice once more. Little choked moans left you while your jaw hung slack, his cock pounding into you--then his fingers hit just the right spot, and the massive, asphyxiating pressure inside of you imploded. Mattheo watched you, not even blinking once.

You thought you kept your eyes open, but you weren't sure, because you whited out, spasming and convulsing as your orgasm wracked your every cell, your every nerve, taking you to a height you'd never been to, never thought existed. Distantly, you were aware of your cunt drawing out Mattheo's climax as he cursed and dug his teeth into your shoulder, fucking you harder as he spilled himself deep inside of you.

You hadn't realized what had happened until your spirit returned to your body and you felt the burn of hot, wet tears streaming down your cheeks--evidence of your relief--followed by Mattheo collapsing on top of you, cock buried still inside your pussy, and both of you drank in lungfuls of air, starved for it, your brains fuzzy with the static of euphoria. You both laid there for a moment, rapt in the descent back to reality, until he pushed himself up and pulled out, holding you firmly in his stare again.

As he began to piece his clothes back together, you gathered your composure, pulling yourself up and off his bed, fixing yourself back to some form of decency. As you swallowed, watching Mattheo latch up his belt, he met your eyes again; the dark lust slowly fading, being replaced by an unspoken emotion you couldn't attempt to name.

"This isn't over." He breathed, moving back toward you. "We aren't over."

When your lungs hitched, you nodded, admitting to yourself that you already fucking knew you couldn't live without that. Without him.

"No," you whispered. "We aren't."

[streets-in-paradise]

Troy (2004) Masterlist

Requests for this movie are permanently open.

Pending requests - 6

Oneshots

Battle Scars  - (Platonical) Hector x Sister Reader 

Our Strenght Lies in Family -  (Platonical) Paris x Sister Reader x Hector 

Imaginary Feats - Patroclus x Trojan Princess Reader 

Silent Pray  -   Part 1 - Part 2 - Chryseis and Odysseus centered movieverse retelling of the Illiad’s startpoint / oneshot spreaded in two parts. 

The Daughter of the Priest -  Part 1 -  Continuation for “ Silent Pray.” 

Fool - ( Pre War) Paris x Healer Reader 

Songs of Sailors -  Platonical (Family) relationships of the trojan royals and allusions to different romantic pairings. 

Pairings Mentioned: Helen x Paris (most mentioned), (Implied) Patroclus x Trojan Princess Reader, (Implied) Achilles x Briseis, Hector x Andromache. 

Faith or Facts - Hector x Greek Seer!Reader (Female) 

The Insolence of Beauty - Post quarrel, Agamemnon centered. 

For Honor and Love - Helen x Paris (requested) 

Into a New Life - Paris x Spartan Servant!Reader (requested) 

For a Love Like This - Paris x (fem) Warrior!Reader (requested)

Undying Legends - Achilles x Princess!Reader (requested)

Accomplices - Patroclus x GN Reader (requested)

The Last Challenger - Ajax x Fem Reader (requested) 

Borrowed Bride - Achilles x (fem) Trojan!Reader 

A Thousand Times - Paris x Fem Reader (requested)

Anonymous Hero - Hector x Fem Warrior!Reader (requested)

Personal Guard - Eudorus (Fem) Shy Reader (requested)

Third Fate - Achilles x Fiancee!Reader (requested)

Things that will grant me your love - Paris x (Fem) Reader (requested)

The Curse of Poseidon - Paris x Helen Merman AU (requested)

Concealed Fighter - Hector x Wife!Reader / Achilles x Captive!Reader 

The Veiled One - Ajax x (Fem)Reader (requested)

Our Fight - Hector x (Fem)Reader (requested)

Artists of Deception - Odysseus x Wife!Reader (requested)

Eternal Courtship - Achilles x (Fem)Captive!Reader (requested)

Matured Desire - Achilles x (Fem) Reader smut (requested)

By Duty and Chance - Hector x (Fem) Reader (requested)

His Weakness - Achilles x (Fem)Reader 

A Man of Honor - Odysseus x Trojan Princess!Reader (requested) 

From the Deepness of the Sea - Hector x Siren!Reader (requested)

The Wave’s Caress - Achilles x (Fem)Reader (requested)

In These Arms - Achilles x (Fem) Reader

Headcanons

Achilles’ Type (requested)

-Achilles + Patroclus’ turnoffs/dislikes (requested)

- Achilles reacting to a Belle-like town’s freak (requested)

Preferences

- Reactions to your singing

- How they comfort you when the war is bringing you down 

-Their Types (Fem partner version)

Achilles x Mycenaean Princess!Reader Series

Part 1 - The Bride’s Misery 

Part 2 - Fame and Tales

Part 3 - The Veil Trick

Part 4 - To Make a Difference

Part 5 - Family Matters. 

Part 6 - A Curse, a Plot and a Rushed Farewell 

Part 7 - Invisible Influence

Part 8 - The Rejected Side

Part 9 - Consecration. 

Part 10 - Royal Treatment

Part 11 - Aligned Improvements. 

Part 12 - The Weight of Words. 

Part 13 - Occulted Relic

Part 14 - Goodbye Encounters 

Part 15 - Separations, welcomes and the story of an avoidable disaster 

Part 16 - Service to Good Judgement. 

Part 17 - Galatea and a Maenad fighting in the second front

Part 18 - The Enygm of the Horse Emblem

Part 19 - No Space for Loneliness. 

Part 20 - The Games.

Part 21 - The Man of Aphrodite 

Part 22 - Diverted Course

Part 23 - Golden Chains

Part 24 - Loving in the Shadows

Part 25 - The Trial of Achilles

Drabbles

Calm After the Storm - Odysseus x Reader 

Divine Beauty - Paris x Reader 

A Breath of Life - Patroclus x Gender Neutral Reader (Requested)

The Right Way - Achilles x (Fem)Reader (Requested)

[salmonsnakerune]

Commissions open- link in post

With a few extra expenses coming up this month, I'm finding myself a little short of cash- and with work no longer offering overtime, I'm putting this out to gauge interest in the possibility of fic commissions.

I'm a third year Psych major/Literature minor currently, with previous semesters in genre writing, classic literature, and poetry. I can write romance, horror, or general prose, depending on your needs. Poetry isn't ideal, but I can do it depending on the request. My older pieces are here for some brief, oneshot-style examples of my work. I also have original pieces available for view, originally from University assignments that have been submitted and graded at Distinction and High Distinction levels already from previous semesters.

My price is AUD $0.05 per word (industry standard) through a few choices of platforms- Ko-fi, PayPal, bank transfer (for Australians) or Revolut. Updates will be given periodically (no drafts sent), and the final piece will be uploaded after payment. As a rule of thumb, I take 2-3 business days for 500 words depending on fandom, and will give you a timeframe for when your piece will be completed after the form has been filled. The final piece will be sent to you as a raw Word file, and also uploaded to my AO3 account.

Here's the request form link, and fandoms I'll write for are under the cut. If you aren't interested in any of these or don't have anything to spare, please consider reblogging this post for more traction.

-Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss -Fire Emblem Awakening/Fire Emblem Fates -Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea/The Gray Garden -Pokemon (any gen, preferably games, anime/manga compliant will take longer) -Fear & Hunger/Fear & Hunger: Termina -Trauma Centre/Trauma Team (any game) -Undertale/Deltarune -Starbound (please include a detailed description of your character if not focused on the named main characters) -Splatoon (all 3 main games)

For anything not on this list, please reach out to me to talk about whether I can do it for you. I don't charge extra, but if I'm not familiar enough with the source material, I'd have to decline the request. The Danganronpa series isn't ideal, however I have written for it before and might be willing depending on your request- again, please reach out to me and I'll talk one-on-one with you about it.

[powerful-niya]

— (вєиєαтн тнє ¢яσωи.)

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚hαppч nαruhínα mσnth єvєrчσnє!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟹: 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 + 𝚆𝚊𝚛 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 - (𝙽𝙷𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝟸𝟹)

Link To Oneshot Below ↴

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Pairing˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Naruhina

Synopsis˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡Night after night, General Naruto grapples with nightmares from the battlefield, haunted by the specter of war and its horrors. Luckily, Queen Hinata has a special knack for soothing him, knowing just how to ease his mind and make him feel all better.

Content Tags˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Alternate Universe - Medieval • Angst • Dark •  Dark Themes • December 3 • December 23 • Empire • Evil Queen • Forbidden • Forbidden Love • Heavy Angst • Historical AU • Historical Eras • Heavy Angst • Hurt & Comfort • Mature Themes • NHmonth • Nhmonth23 • OOC • Power Differences AU • Queen • Queen X General • Royalty AU • Secrecy • Secret Lovers • Sexist Beliefs Mentions • Slight Feminist Beliefs Mentions • Tryst • War • Wartime AU • War General • War And Love • 2023

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Hinata Hyūga goes by many names as ruler. 

But many hailed her as the formidable Ice Queen. 

During the medieval era, centuries ago, the world was ruled by brutal principles of survival—conquer or be conquered, kill or be killed. 

In this unforgiving world, the stakes were high, leaving no room for mistakes or hesitation. Any sign of weakness was quickly snuffed out, often resulting in a quick and merciless death. 

Strength was the ultimate arbiter of one's fate. 

Compassion was a dangerous liability, and only those with a ruthless disposition had any hope of thriving.

Ambition fueled every action, every scheme, and every grand vision. 

Alliances were fragile, easily shattered by the ever-present threat of betrayal, making loyalty a rare but precious commodity.

It was a harsh world where the only true currency that held value was power.

And Hinata Hyūga possessed a wealth of it. 

Immense power. 

But it was never enough.

The entirety of Hinata's reign was defined by her unwavering ambition, an insatiable hunger for more and more power. 

That same drive, that relentless desire to rise above all others, coursed through her veins, a legacy that had been passed down through generations of greatness in the esteemed Hyūga royal lineage.

As ruler, her father had been great, as had his father before him, and so on and so forth. 

And now….

Hinata, too, embodied that same greatness.

She was a force of nature, a cold-hearted bitch that struck fear into the hearts of all who came across her, hell, even to those who just heard about her conquests. 

She conquered kingdoms with absolutely no problem, extending her empire far and wide without fail or mercy. 

Her strategic brilliance and unrelenting pursuit of power earned her a reputation as a ruler who tolerated no resistance—a reputation Hinata flaunted proudly, with her tits thrust forward and her head held high.

Kingdoms fell like dominos in her path, their banners absorbed into the ever-growing tapestry of her empire, each now bearing the emblem of the Hyūga dynasty.

When her army marched forth, destruction was only promised. 

Fields were left behind strewn with the fallen.

Streets ran red with blood.

Kingdoms and cities fell to ruin.

Kings were overthrown.

Her enemies' subjects subdued, their cries of defiance silenced by the swift and merciless hand of the Hyūga army. 

Rebellions arose in kingdoms far and wide in Hinata's name.

Seeds were sown, alliances were made, thus, the Hyūga dynasty expanded. 

That is how it always should go in Hinata's eyes. 

To Hinata, it was all simply a game, one of laughs and fucking giggles to her. 

It came easy to her. 

Being queen. 

Being a leader. 

Being a conqueror.  

She navigated a world dominated by men like it was child's play, effortlessly assuming the role of a leader just as well as any man.

She moved with a grace and precision that earned her respect and fear in equal measure, solidifying her place as a dominant force that won't rest till all bowed before her.

But Hinata was more than just that.

She wasn't merely a monarch defined by the clash of swords; not just a woman born from a lineage of blood and conquest.

She wasn't just a fearsome ruler capable of instilling terror with just a glance, who gets what she wants with just a command. 

Not in the slightest. 

Hinata stood as an ethereal beauty, her presence a whispered legend that traversed kingdoms both far and wide. 

She was no ordinary mortal, not just any woman; she was one that embodied grace and refinement, a living manifestation of elegance that inspired awe in all who gazed upon her.

Her eyes, lavender in hue and pupil-less—an unique trait shared only among the Hyūgas—held a depth that spoke of wisdom beyond her years. 

Her smile had the power to illuminate even the darkest of chambers, and her beauty was a force to be reckoned with—a weapon wielded with the allure of a siren, capable of captivating even the most hardened of hearts. 

"Fools." She would always sneer. 

Whispers reverberated her name, ensuring that she remained the focal point of every conversation.

From the grand halls of courtiers to the bustling camps of warriors and the humble villages of common folk, all tongues wagged about her. 

Even amongst her own people who proudly carried the Hyūga banner, discussions about her were rife—whether they had caught a mere glimpse of her, heard tales of her exploits, or were merely fueled by rumors.

Everyone wanted her. 

But they always wanted something from her. 

Courtiers lusted after her in hopes of being crowned as kings.

Warriors vied for her favor, yearning for a chance to spend just a night with her.

And a simple commoner, bless their hearts, sought her out with a wish to be freed from the chains of poverty and misfortune.

But no.

No one can have her. 

Hinata remained untouched. 

A closed-off fortress, one might even describe. 

Hinata was a woman of independence, resolute in her choice to rule alone, free from the influence of any man.

A queen who answered to no one.

A queen that bowed down to no one…

only to herself.

Alone, untouched by love's embrace, her sole ambition was to reign supreme, a quest that consumed her every waking thought. 

That's all that mattered to her. 

And she was content with that…

well…

at least on the surface. 

Because amidst the blood-soaked battlefields and the cold stone walls of her fortress, Hinata harbored a secret. 

A forbidden secret. 

It was a love that went against everything she believed in and stood for, challenging her vow to shun love from her heart entirely.

It was a love that persistently gnawed at the corners of her mind, fueling an insatiable desire to savor its forbidden sweetness with every passing moment, be it day or night.

It was a love that dwelled within her that threatened to unravel the carefully constructed facade she presented to the world, a delicate balance that teetered on the edge of collapse.

A love that was for…

Naruto Uzumaki.

Her most loyal and courageous general.

He was the only man who possessed the power of thawing the heart of the Ice Queen, of kindling her flame.

He, and only he, was the one Hinata longed for, the sole object of her burning desire.

Naruto was many things: a jack of all trades, a wild card, a man truly one of a kind.

Hinata knew that from the first moment she laid eyes on him. 

With his unwavering loyalty and unparalleled skill in warfare, he stood by her side as her most trusted advisor and also the leader of her formidable army.

He was the very man who guided the Hyūga troops into battle.

Without fear.

Without hesitation.

Without mercy. 

Just like his queen. 

The battlefield was his domain, a territory Naruto claimed without hesitation, fearlessly commanding the front lines better than any man. 

He led with a ferocity that mirrored his queen's, rushing into battle, ready to slaughter anyone who stood on the other side. It didn't matter who his enemies were; nobles, seasoned warriors, or mere foot soldiers—none were spared from his wrath.

He cut through the lot of them like it was nothing, happily killing in Hinata's name.

And each time, the result was the same; each battle's end unchanged. 

Naruto emerged victorious. 

Time and time again. 

Naruto stood as the driving force behind every triumph that echoed throughout the current Hyūga dynasty, a harbinger of inevitable victory for the Hyūga forces.

A man who single-handedly instilled fear on the battlefields and beyond.

Many called him the warrior of warriors.

Others referred to him as the bearer of grim gifts.

For it was he who had happily made it a tradition to present his queen with the grisly spoils of war upon her throne after every battle—the severed heads of her enemies.

A morbid treat, but one that he knew delighted his queen like none other. 

Naruto's loyalty to Hinata extended beyond mere duty; it was a deep-seated commitment, ingrained in every fiber of his being.

Every step he took was for her.

Every thought was consumed by her.

Every decision he made was for her. 

And every battle won was for her. 

Naruto sought nothing. 

He sought nothing in return from his queen.  

He harbored no desire for the benefits her status as queen or her unparalleled beauty could bestow upon him.

His loyalty was unconditional, dedicated solely to her and her cause. Naruto existed solely to ensure her success, to safeguard her sovereignty, and to defend her at any expense.

And Hinata appreciated his devotion beyond measure. 

No one could rival the bond shared between them, a connection forged in the fires of battle and sealed with the blood of their enemies.

To commemorate their victories, they would eagerly retreat to the comfort of their bed chambers, to hide from the world within the embrace of one another's arms. There, Hinata would shed her gowns, and Naruto, his armor, and fuck like there was no tomorrow, relishing in the sweet sensation of their naked bodies pressing against each other. 

And in those tender moments they spent together, they were allowed the freedom to shed their masks, baring their souls freely to one another. Then, naked and safe within the confines of their bedrooms, they revealed a side of themselves never before seen from the outside world. 

Naruto let go of his stoic mask and revealed his softer side.

Hinata shed her icy exterior and allowed herself to be vulnerable.

She showed Naruto the depths of her passion, allowed him to be more than just her sword, teaching him how to cherish the moments stolen from the chaos of their conquests. 

Amidst it all, only their stolen glances and kisses were the traces of their hidden affair.

Only their bedroom walls knew of the profound love they had for one another.

They understood the risks. 

As queen and general, they were aware of the potential havoc that could be wrought if their forbidden relationship were to be exposed to the world.

They were aware of how their love had the potential to jeopardize the solid foundations of the empire they had worked tirelessly to build.

War and love was usually a precarious balance, after all. 

But for them, it worked.

Risk or not…

Forbidden or not, they were happy. 

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And so, together, they ruled with ice and fire, their love a force that could not be conquered, even by the mightiest of empires.

— (⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☾ 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ☽₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆)

[yennefer-of-vengerbergs]

Astarion didn’t care for the Gods, not anymore. But her? Her, he would worship, in any and all ways he could think of. He would love her, he would be there for her and always at her side. As equals. Just as he had told her that night in the graveyard, when he had finally reclaimed a part of himself that he thought lost. And if this was one way for her to begin anew, in much the same way? He would more than happily be there, every step of the way.  And starting by giving Bhaal the proverbial middle finger? All the better then. But in that moment, there were no more Gods. No more cults. No more impending threats. Nothing else. Only them.

Astarion & Syanna (60/???)

Uncensored here

Illustration made by me for a future chapter of Elven Storm, set in act 3 (which will also be a heavily rewritten and edited version of my very first oneshot for these two❤️)

Background | Bhaal emblem | Textures: 1 2 3 4 5 6

[frauleinandry]

2024 fics in review

saw a few people doing things like this, so I thought it might be fun! especially since. uh, let's say 2024 was a productive year for me.

while i'd finished writing it in 2022, I finally completed posting the final entry of the DATT series, my extremely self-indulgent persona 5/bleach fusion fic, A Heart of Rain and Snow.

more pressingly, i did femslash february for the first time, which included my first forrays into writing persona 3 fic along with my first fire emblem fics! the whole collection can be found here, with the crowning jewel being And Then I Found You, a saetae longfic filled with copious amounts of dramatic irony

my main project in 2024 however was One Last What-if, my akeshu roleswap fic. started it in june, and officially finished writing it last week! during that, after nearly a year's wait, I also completed the makoto chapter of Blackened Masks.

so, what's the plan for 2025? to start, i'll be posting the rest of One Last What-if, and I'm also hoping to write the futaba chapter of Blackened Masks while I'm still on my christmas leave. afterwards, there's an arcana-swap oneshot I'm contemplating writing (which was originally going to be the big plot twist of a longfic i decided to bin), and then, i'm gonna take a break from fic to work on more original projects!

[shiroselia]

Guess who completely missed I've been posting on Ao3 for over a year now, so to celebrate that almost two weeks later, behold! Self-promo!

I know, I know, but I suppose since I've been going for a year(???) now I might as well give a little Summary on what the hell I've been doing over on the Ao3, and also have a bit of fun with it in the process.

So, who the hell am I? I'm Manda Shiroselia EquestrianEquivalent, and apparently I'm an Ao3 publisher now. Sentence I never thought I'd say, but here we are!

What do I write? Well, primarily I write for Fire Emblem, Honkai Star Rail, and Star Stable Online. More precisely, I'm a character dynamics connossieur, which means I'm mostly writing character interaction and/or ship-focused fics because that's what I find the most fun! I generally average about 3-5k on my oneshots, but there are shorter (and longer) ones, so if length is something you're particularly picky about, you'll have variety in there, promise.

My personal favourite choices of the Fire Emblem variety are, coincidentally, my two most recent Fire Emblem fics! Soft Pegasus Feathers, and Dream of Me.

Good stuff, fun times, huge self-reccs of mine.

In terms of HSR, well, I've written. a lot of those, but I'm particularly, well, well-known might be a stretch, but those of you who subscribe to JingFu might recognize me for my most popular fic, Better Luck Next Time, or for my newest piece of insanity, KONTORSRENOVERING.

Better Luck Next Time is probably the best introduction to my writing style you will ever find, especially since it's kind of responsible for me finding my style, and it's also incredibly funny, if I do say so myself.

KONTORSRENOVERING is a great introduction to my particular niche, which I like to describe as "It could've been a fanart, but I'm glad it's a fic." If you read it you'll know exactly what i mean by that! Both of them are fics I hold very near and dear, so obviously I recommend each of them in particular.

And as for what I write for SSO? Well. I don't know if you have ever sorted that tag by word count, but if you have, you might have come across a certain little fic called A Quintessential Jorvegian Summer Vacation.

Which is, well, a lot of things. It's the entire reason I started publishing on Ao3 to begin with, my life's work pretty much, arguably my magnum opus really, and the entire reason my friends both discovered and has since never let me live down how fucking nuts I am.

It is the most taxing out of all my works, since, you know, check that chapter count:word count and you'll understand. I'm currently in the middle of reposting the last 4 chapters, because yes I've rewritten every single one of the first 24 chapters and counting, and once that is done, I'm going to rewrite the entire fic. Which is really just a first draft into a second draft, but considering how much I've changed as a writer throughout the 10 months I wrote this behemoth of a fic (first draft clocked in at 280k words so you can imagine how much effort this fucker took), it needs some maintainance.

With that being said, even if you don't know what the fuck a Star Stable Online is, I genuinely suggest you check this out anyways, because I legitimately think it works really well as just a standalone horse adventure magic fantasy. And a tragedy. Apparently. Supposedly. According to my friends who know too much about this fic.

It's going to take a fuck ass while to publish this entire thing, and I talk about it all the time on this blog, but there is so much love put into this fic, and I'm not abandoning it ever, it will be published, mark my word.

So that's essentially a "quick" summary of what the fuck I'm doing over there at the Ao3s. This mentioned like half of the roster, so there are a few more things over there if you're curious. And there's more to come, like a lot more to come.

For example, I'm currently working on two longer HSR fics, one starring Himeko and Pom-Pom, and the other starring Jiaoqiu featuring Bailu and Lingsha. I've also gotten way too into Zenless Zone Zero, and I'm definitely going to write a few fics for that, so far every one of them featuring Nicole. Other than that I have a lot of silly Fire Emblem ideas lying about (most of them related to Awakening, which means more Chromia in particular), and I'm no stranger to just throwing out a fic for the hell of it, so you might even be surprised!

And with that, Manda out, and happy late Ao3 anniversary to me <3

[honeii-puff]

2024 Fic Review

I was tagged by @m34gs, you can view their post here.

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My Top 5 Fics by Hits:

Of Flowers and Cat-Tails - Catwin fic, Flower Shop/Tattoo Parlor AU It's Quicker and Easier to Eat Your Young - Sorvus fic, s7 prediction with Half-Elf!Soren, Co-written with @sorinethemastermind Oh Brother of Mine (It's been a long, long time) - SoC oneshot where Matthias meets Jordie in the afterlife Well, you don't know me (but I know you) - SoC oneshot where Kaz bakes for the crows The Swan Upon Leda - TDP Sorvus fic, arc 3 where Soren leaves and gets a daughter

My Most Bookmarked Fic:

Of Flowers at Cat-Tails - (see above)

How Many Words I Wrote in 2024:

89,624

QUESTION THINGS:

What was the most surprising thing about writing in 2024: Probably the amount of traction my Catwin fic got. It was the first fic I ever fully completed (not including oneshots), and I found out that my friend's mom read it before she even knew me. So, that was fun.

What was the most enjoyable thing to write: By far, my s7 prediction fic with @sorinethemastermind, it has been a blast, and we are far from done!

Which fic is the most underrated: Probably stop my pain (it's crashing down, the sound of thunder), the platonic catwin oneshot I wrote for whumptober. It was my first technically MCD, but he came back to life so I don't think it counted. But yeah, I think I did really good.

Which fic(s) had something "cut" or an idea that never happened: Ooh, in And with your mermaid hair and your teeth so sharp, Soren and Rayla weren't going to be friends originally; they just knew each other from being in close proximity. Rayla would've barely tolerated him, but my writing got a mind of its own and BOOM friendship.

Which fic(s) did you want to write but didn't get around to: Ohhh my Del Bar Soren AU. I got partway through chapter one. Also this au I had where Corvus was a sorcerer who lived in the woods, and Soren was a shapeshifter who could turn into a small dragon and ended up being his familiar. Corvus would've ended up taking Callum on as an apprentice, too. Really loved that idea.

Any WIPs that never got published: A few. I was rewriting an old WoF Human HS au titled Welcome to the Playground, but lost inspo so that didn't end up getting out. There was also This Is How Villians are Made, which was my Arcane Maddie backstory about her in Noxus because I find her super interesting. I'm usually pretty good at posting my WIPs, my issue is usually just finishing them lol.

Share a snipped from a WIP fic: I'll do you one better- ya'll can get a snippet from my original story Hollowed Pearls:

Salome glanced up from her book every few pages, towards the Libor harbor. Energy pulsed through her veins, but she wasn’t sure if that was the wind tugging at her, desperate to be manipulated, or because her sister was finally home again. Her eyes landed on The Sun Howler, her sister’s esteemed vessel, with its cream sails emblazoned with her emblem; a sun with a dagger stabbed through the center. The rest of the ship was a dark wood, worn from its time on the sea. She still remembered the first time Maeve set out overseas. She wasn’t captain then, instead just a sixteen year old with a wish and a plan. Salome was eleven then, and remembered running down the dock, her bare feet hitting heavy against the wood while trying to chase the ship, while Maeve was waving back at her. That was five years ago, and those five years seemed to have passed by in a blur. Maeve would come home between adventures every now and then, never saying any longer than a weekend, before letting the tide pull her back out and into a new adventure.

8. Which fic was the one you were most excited to write: I'll have to say, my Sorvus Coffee Shop AU But after sunlit days, one thing stays the same (rises the moon). I just love the cozy gays. 9. Fic hopes for the New Year: I'm really hoping to focus less on fics, actually, and more on my original story. But on the fic front, I do want to finish up my WIPs, tie up loose ends, yknow that jazz.

No Pressure Tags: @sorinethemastermind @randomfandom-3 @jelzorz @lilisouless @19burstraat

[sloanerisette]

Sloane Writes It - Writing Commissions

Hi everyone!

I'm currently going through some rough financial struggles because of medical stuff and insurance, so I'm opening up writing commissions! Have you enjoyed my work and want me to write something for you? Do you want some smut and need someone to manifest it for you? Good news! I'm here to do that for YOU!

Here are all the details you need to know!

All prices are in USD

Rate is 1.2 cents per word. This totals out to $12 for 1000 words, $24 for 2000 words, $60 for 5000 words, and so on.

Original fiction and series/fandoms I am unfamiliar with work at a rate of 1.5 cents per word.

For something I am unfamiliar with, I promise I will research characters, relationships, and dynamics to the best of my ability, but as a result, it may take longer to get your story to you.

All commissions may take anywhere from 1 week to 1 month.

Payment will happen after I finish your story. I will reach out with an invoice with the exact word count, and upon receiving payment, I will send you your story as a PDF.

Commissions can be kept private on request, otherwise are permitted to be posted on my AO3 or elsewhere.

When reaching out, please pitch your idea (setting, characters, upper range of words you would want, and general idea). As a note, a particularly dense story idea might need to have a longer word count, be split into multiple parts, or pared down in scale if you want a specific word count.

If I don’t feel comfortable with an idea for any reason, I will turn it down. However, you’re free to send another idea my way! While I am pretty open there are still some things I might not want to write, but that does not mean I’ll turn down all ideas from you!

All of these apply to SFW and N*S*F*W stories

If you want something other than a story (maybe help conceptualizing a character or setting, or writing a oneshot for a tabletop campaign as examples), I will be able/willing to work with you still, but it might require more time or a different pay rate.

Writing Specifics

Here’s just a few noted specifics in terms of genres, fandoms, and other things that I prefer to write or am best at writing (by no means should you let these limit you when commissioning)!

Fandoms: Digimon, Pokemon, Marvel (please ask regarding specific characters, settings, etc.), TWEWY, Persona (3-5), Fire Emblem (7, 8, Awakening, Three Houses, Engage), Danganronpa (1 & 2), G-Witch, Life is Strange 1, Dungeon Meshi, Sound! Euphonium, Armored Core 6

Genres: Romance, Slice of Life, Action, Science Fiction, Fantasy

If inquiring about a N*S*F*W story, please let me know whether you want a focus on plot or not. With plot will lead to a longer word count, but a bigger buildup to the acts, alongside a greater focus on the characters and their relationship/dynamic, while without plot will be much shorter, to the point, and with more of a focus on the act than the characters.

I will write M/F, F/F, and M/M stories. Trans characters are ALWAYS open to be written, as well as making characters trans.

Examples

Emblazoned With Divinity: Fire Emblem: Awakening smutfic focused on Chrom and Olivia. Set before the end of the Gangrel arc, this fic explores the whirlwind romance between the two, including carriage breaking sex and character accurate awkwardness.

Chimera Eggs/Elf With Semen Glaze: Dungeon Meshi smutfic focused on Marcille and Chimera!Falin. An AU from the series itself, trans!Falin takes her girlfriend away from the party, going into heat, and impregnating her with eggs.

At The End Of The Day: Post-series Gundam: The Witch From Mercury fic focused on Suletta, Miorine, and Eri. While at home, Eri relentlessly teases Miorine, leading to frustration from her and laughter from her wife.

You Never Forget Your First Time: AU Life is Strange smutfic focused on Max and Chloe. During an afternoon alone, trans!Max and Chloe decide to share their first time together, and have intense oral sex.

Take Back The True Mask: Persona 5 AU fic with Joker as a trans woman. This fic is part of a series recontextualizing Persona 5 through the lens of Joker being a trans woman, while this fic in particular focuses on the Third Semester arc with Joker being the one pulled into Maruki’s reality.

What You Are To Me: Digimon fic set between Last Evolution Kizuna and The Beginning focused on Kari and Yolei. With her best friend frequently away from Japan while studying abroad, Kari feels herself losing the connection they hold dear, and Yolei shows her there’s nothing to worry about.

A Voice On The Ice: Armored Core 6 fic set during the Ice Worm mission, focused on C-621/Raven and Ayre. During the mission to take down the Ice Worm, Raven speaks her first words in a long time, and Ayre loves the sound of her voice, no matter how rough it is.

[justabuggie]

The Cursed Sword of Faerghus

Status: Completed (Chapter(s): 1)

Rating: Teen Audiences and Up

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships: Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd/Ashe Duran | Ashe Ubert

Characters: Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, Ashe Duran | Ashe Ubert, Ashe Duran | Ashe Ubert's Younger Brother, Ashe Duran | Ashe Ubert's Younger Sister, Christophe (Fire Emblem), Lonato (Fire Emblem), Dedue Molinaro, Sylvain Jose Gautier, Felix Hugo Fraldarius, Ingrid Brandl Galatea, Rufus Blaiddyd

Additional Tags: Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, Ghosts, Spirits, Alternate Universe, Revenge, Tragic Romance, Fluff and Angst, Bittersweet Ending

My oneshot for week 3 of Monsttober: Ghosts/Spirits. It's also in honor of Dimiashe week which took place this same week.

The Dragon Slaying Bow. A fairy tale from the Leicester Alliance. The Axe of Worthiness. A historical tale from the Adrestian Empire. The Treachery of the Cursed Sword. A children’s cautionary tale from the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, and the only legend depicting and evil weapon.

Dimitri had long despised the legendary cursed sword for the misfortune it brought the kingdom. Why couldn’t his home have a helpful sword like everyone else? But when it comes down to it, there’s a reason such an evil sword was used: because the wielder had a desire none else could fix.

[remnant-emblemeer]

your librarian is back from the dead

After suffering through a brutal finals week, and then leaving the country briefly for a vacation, your fire emblem librarian has returned fresh, rested, and ready to rumble yet again

and by rumble, i mean continue to sob and cry and yearn for my fire emblem blorbos

anyhow. this is mostly just a status update post, lol. Originally, I was going to keep this blog pretty organized and formal, but honestly - I know myself, and I know that if I constantly anticipate having to perfectly craft posts then I most definitely will never post consistently, so here I am.

I am... most definitely considering writing little oneshot fanfics here about the supports/ships I've created in my Fire Emblem Heroes teams. Some of the cross-game romances I've created in my mind are starting to gnaw away at my heart and I want to share them but I'm worried no one will care. Should I?

Also, since I am very close to finishing my (millionth) replay of Sacred Stones, i'm thinking about writing a sort of novelization of it to post on AO3 as a character exercise and also because I have so many thoughts and feelings I want to include that I think about constantly... sobs. I just feel like Sacred Stones is so underrated and I want to create as much content as I can for it.

Last thing... I have a spreadsheet of all my level 40 5-star characters in FEH that is color-coded and annotated to list stats, skills, and class, so I can better visualize and optimize my teams depending on the events and/or seasons. I almost want to share this but I fear it is a touch too nerdy. I just like to organize things!!

Anyway.... I want to improve this blog, but I'm unsure how to gain traction. Consistency is likely the best way to do that, but still-- it's been a long time since I ran a fire emblem themed blog, and that last one was a meme account sobs.

have a lovely rest of your evenings, my friends

<3 your librarian

[yayakoishii]

home is where the heart is | Taiga x Reader

Fandom: Idaten Jump

Pairing: Samejima Taiga x GN! Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Genre/Tags: Mechanic Reader, Light Angst, Love Confessions, Spoilers upto Ep. 17

Summary: In the aftermath of his battle in the limestone tunnel, Taiga is confronted with his own thoughts and your feelings.

A/n: this is just a quick something I wrote because I was feeling a lot of love and appreciation for Taiga while working on one of the episodes. this fic is set after the events of Ep. 17 but is spoiler free for all the events after that. I hope you enjoy this small oneshot <3

also available on ao3!

"Sit."

Taiga flinched at the sharpness in your voice but did as you told him to. It was obvious from how you were glaring that you were upset. You crouched in front of him, the first aid kit propped open next to you.

Silently, you gestured to him to remove the elbow guards and his shirt. Left in just a tank top, Taiga flushed as you unblinkingly started cleaning his bruises.

"Are you mad at me?" He asked after a few minutes of stony silence. You always talked to him all the time. There was never any uncomfortable silence between the two of you and now… for the first time, you were so upset with him that you refused to talk. Your eyes flicked up to meet his before you looked back at the wounds you were now applying some ointment to. Taiga swallowed the lump in his throat. "Is it because I lost a gold emblem?"

You paused in your ministrations to cast him an incredulous look. "What? Hey, did you hit your head too? Did those bats attack your brains?"

"No!" He was embarrassed at your snappish remark. He didn't need to be reminded of the bats. Honestly, he didn't want to mention it to anyone else but, it had naturally come out when you had demanded an explanation the moment he was back. He could never hide anything from you.

"Do you think I care more about the stupid emblems than you?" You didn't sound upset so much as disappointed in him. Having put on the band-aids on some of the cuts, you closed the box. "If I'm upset, it's because you're hurt."

Taiga didn't know what to say. An apology didn't feel right because it would not be an apology for what you wanted. You probably didn't even expect him to apologise for it, which is why you were upset enough with him in the first place to be silent.

Having tended to Taiga's wounds, you turned your attention to the emblem-less MTB. With a sigh, you started checking all the parts. Taiga shrugged on his shirt as he watched you.

"I'm not mad at you," you said quietly as you worked. "You know I could never stay mad at you."

He knew. You only got angry because you cared. In the first place, Taiga didn't think that Team Sharktooth suited you. You didn't agree to Gabu's demands a lot of the time and yet you always stuck around. He was always afraid that one day you would just up and leave but that hadn't happened yet.

"I think," you paused, turning around slightly to look at him with a bashful look, "if I ever really got upset with you, I would end up leaving."

Oh.

Taiga silently swore to himself to never upset you. Maybe it was a little selfish of him to ask you to stay in Team Sharktooth but, he had had a crush on you for so long now. Nearly two whole years. Everything was just so easy with you. Talking, spending time, or even sitting in silence. You just understood him like no one else did. You were the one person he really wanted to always stay by his side but… He couldn't say it to you.

You probably didn't feel that way for him and admitting his feelings would only push you further away. No. It was better to maintain the friendship you two had built up over the past two years.

"It seems okay for the most part," you said, patting his MTB as you stood up. Taiga nodded to acknowledge your work; you had scolded him way too many times when he kept thanking you every time you worked on it. "I'll set it for you the next time you have a battle but… you should take it easy for a while. You're still hurt."

"It's just some bruises," he shrugged. They didn't even hurt all that much. The wounds to his heart, mind and pride were much more painful, in his opinion. Taiga prided himself in his abilities as a rider. Of all the things, he never wanted to show you his defeated side. And yet, you didn't look like your view of him had changed even after hearing he had lost. "They don't hurt me, really."

"They might not be hurting you, but they're hurting me," you sniped back, giving him a small glare as you packed up your toolbox. "Seriously. I get that you love to race but please be more careful."

Taiga didn't argue. He just smiled fondly at your worries and agreed, "Alright. I'm sorry for making you upset like this."

"Shut up," you weakly swatted his shoulder. "C'mon. Rooftop?"

"Let's go," Taiga smiled.

The rooftop was your secret place. In one of the buildings close to the X Tower, you and Taiga would go to the rooftops to just talk and look at the stars. You liked it because it was peaceful, but also because so far above, you could pretend that you were in your original world.

The rooftop was empty as usual when the two of you set down the blanket and lied down on it to stare at the sky. You could feel the chill of the night in contrast to the warmth emanating from Taiga's body to your left.

"Hey, Taiga?" You suddenly felt brave. You didn't know what took over you in the moment but it just felt like the right time.

"Yeah?"

"I…," you swallowed down the nervousness, "I really like you."

You could see him freeze from the corners of your eyes but, it was already too late. Deciding to just say the whole thing, you ploughed on.

"I know you probably don't feel the same way and that's okay. I am not saying this because I'm expecting anything. I… don't know why I'm saying this, to be honest. I was so sure I was going to take this secret to the grave."

You laughed to yourself but abruptly stopped when you felt a familiar hand slip into your own and give it a squeeze.

"I really like you," you smiled warmly, cheeks pink at the silent support he was offering you. A quiet assurance that he liked you too. "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't even be here."

"That's right," Taiga sounded heavy hearted. "If you hadn't been with us that day… You wouldn't be here in X Zone."

"That too," you turned your head to look at his side profile, "but I meant here, in X City. In Team Sharktooth. I don't listen to Gabu and Gabu doesn't listen to me and we end up fighting all the time but, you never let him kick me out of your group. Honestly, if it wasn't for you, I would have gladly gone away already but…"

Taiga closed his eyes shut, feeling worse with every word you said. He would do anything for you but your one true wish was something he couldn't fulfil.

"This is not our world," you whispered, squeezing his hand a little in fear. "Going off by myself is harder than staying with you guys. I miss home, Taiga. I miss my parents. We've been here so long and, if Gabu stays the same, I'm afraid we're going to be stuck here for the rest of our lives. And I thought… if I had to be stuck here, then I would rather stay where you are."

You trusted him too much, Taiga thought. Or maybe you liked him too much. He couldn't tell, but he felt that you were being stupid. You were brilliant. You would definitely thrive in X Zone even without Team Sharktooth. Even if you decided to leave, Taiga would never let Gabu lay a hand on you. You could live a peaceful life somewhere else but you instead chose to live here because of him?

"You won't be stuck here," Taiga answered after letting the silence stagnate. Briefly, he thought about what he had said to Yamato Shō after their battle. "I… I don't know how, but I have a feeling. Something is going to change in the coming few weeks. And maybe, then we'd be able to go home."

Not that he wanted to. Home was not a place Taiga wanted to go to. He would much rather stay by your side but just because his family was dysfunctional didn't mean that yours had to be too. You had a loving family and a beautiful home– of course you would miss it. Unlike Gabu and he, you actually missed your parents.

"Okay," you smiled at him, squeezing his hand. Taiga let his head turn to face you too. Even under the moonlight of this other world, you looked the same as you had back when the two of you had accidentally got stuck in the mountains in your own world until midnight. That was the day he had started crushing on you but right now, he felt like this was the moment he was starting to fall into something deeper. "Taiga?"

"Yeah?" He stared at you, drinking in the sight of you with an unnecessary urgency, like you would fade in front of his eyes. You did nothing like that. Instead, your body fully turned to face him and capture him in an embrace. You were warm and comforting and Taiga felt his tension crumble into nothing as you held on tight.

"Let's go home together when that happens."

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[vg-soundtrack-showdown]

Round 1 Match-Ups

Brackets have finally been finalized! The first batch of round one polls will start Saturday around noon EST. Good luck to everyone!

Round 1A (Major) - 3/18

Undertale/Deltarune vs Bloodborne

OMORI vs Minecraft

Super Mario Galaxy vs Stardew Valley

Genshin Impact vs Pokemon Mystery Dungeon

Persona vs Elder Scrolls

Portal vs Detroit: Become Human

Splatoon vs Danganronpa

Final Fantasy vs Bayonetta

Round 1B (Major) - 3/20

Hollow Knight vs Super Smash Bros

Kingdom Hearts vs Touhou

Hades vs Disco Elysium

Ace Attorney vs Fire Emblem

Legend of Zelda vs The Sims

NieR: Automata vs Cuphead

Pokemon vs Animal Crossing

Sonic vs Kirby

Round 1 Tiebreakers (Major) - 3/21

Kingdom Hearts vs Sonic

Touhou vs Kirby

Round 1A (Minor) - 3/23

Celeste vs Bravely Default

The World Ends With You vs OneShot

Project DIVA vs Little Nightmares

Umineko: When They Cry vs Kid Icarus

DOOM vs AI: The Somnium Files

Pizza Tower vs Rhythm Thief

Chrono Trigger vs Rain World

Tales vs ULTRAKILL

Round 1B (Minor) - 3/24

Crypt of the Necrodancer vs Metal Gear

Terraria vs Ghost Trick

Xenoblade Chronicles vs Etrian Odyssey

Mad Rat Dead vs Your Turn To Die

Professor Layton vs OFF

Miitopia vs Guilty Gear

Rhythm Heaven vs Zero Escape

Night in the Woods vs Transistor

[hammieslice]

20 Questions For Fanfic Writers!

I got tagged in this by the lovely @onewhoturns, and I'll tag some others at the end!

1: How many works do you have on Ao3?

I only have 8 actually published there, but for reference, I went into my WIP folder and found over 100 more... So I do write things! I'm just really really bad at actually publishing them.

2: What's your total Ao3 word count?

Assuming I've done my math right, my current total word count sits at 262,909. Most of that is probably the longfics I've done with Turner, but there are almost certainly some hidden gems in there as well.

3: What fandoms do you write for?

Well, I haven't actually written and published something for a specific fandom for a while now, but my more common interests these days are Genshin Impact, Fire Emblem, Metal Gear Solid, Ace Attorney, Shadow & Bone (Netflix TV show specifically) and a few sporadic others! But my past works were for Oxenfree, Destiny, Ava's Demon, Homestuck, Overwatch, Critical Role, The Magnus Archives and Half Life.

4: Top five fics by kudos?

That would beeee So It Goes, Blue Hair, Red Jacket, A Different Angle, One Foot, and finally Holy Spirits!

5: Do you respond to comments? Why/Why not?

As much as I love getting comments on fics, I don't often respond to them. I don't really have enough published to get engagement super often, and even then, I'm just not the kind of person to reach out at random simply because I've heard too many Internet Horror Stories(tm). But, maybe if I do publish more in the future, I'll make a habit of answering then!

6: What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I... Don't really know? Most of my fics are either one-shots or unfinished multi-chapter works. There's probably something really angsty in my WIPs, but since it's never seen the light of day, we'll never really knows.

7: What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Hmm. Hm hm hm. That would probably be a toss up between A Different Angle, which is just meant to be a nice, feel-good oneshot, or Pyrite-50: Quiet Moments, which is a kind of character study of one of my Destiny PC's.

8: Do you get hate on fics?

Since I only have 8 published, and I'm not like a super-duper popular author, I don't really think I get hate. All of the comments I've seen have been really sweet and lovely, which I'm thankful for.

9: Do you write smut?

I've been known to partake... On occasion....... <- Currently hiding most of it away in that damned WIP folder

10: Do you write crossovers?

Aside from the every-so-often "AU fic inspired by another piece of media", no, not really. But maybe that will change sometime! I wouldn't be truly opposed.

11: Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I'm aware!

12: Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. My reach, like I said, is pretty minimal. But if anybody were to ask, I'd say go for it, as long as I got credit as the author.

13: Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Most of my published fics are co-written! My co-author was actually the one who tagged me in this, Turner. You can go check out all our Oxenfree stuff on Ao3 right now.

14: What's your all-time favorite ship?

Oooooh, this one is hard. The one I've undoubtedly written the most for is jonalex, but I'm a huge multishipper, so I've never really preferred one pairing over another before. It's always so dependent on my mood! Can I just say all of them?

15: What's the WIP you hope to finish but doubt you ever will?

The forgotten Kaz Brekker/Darkling smut. It sits in its little google document, taunting me. I know that you're there. I KNOW.

16: What are your writing strengths?

I'd like to think I'm good at metaphors? Generally, getting into a character's psyche is what I strive for, and when I get it right it feels like a real achievement. I've also been told that I'm very good at making dialogue that feels real, or that flows in a way that makes sense, which is something else I'm really proud of.

17: What are your writing weaknesses?

Finishing things. Fight scenes (of the physical variety). The two big F's.

18: Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Seeing as I am a person who only knows one language (and guess which one that is), I don't often write in other languages for my fics, because I'm a liiiiittle too scared of fucking up. On the rare chances I have, I usually use someone I know as a translator, but that limits me on how many languages I can conceivably use. As far as foreign languages in other fics go, I'm all for it!

19: First fandom you wrote for?

It's either Harry Potter, and that fic has now been orphaned to the wind, or maybe Homestuck?

20: Favorite fic you've ever written?

Of my published fics, it has to be So It Goes. That one has a special place in my heart for a multitude of reasons, and not just because Turner and I got to write it together. Of my WIPs, there's an unnamed freemance fic that I've been dying to finish that I just recently found again, and it made me fall in love with my writing for a second time; in a strange way.

Tagging!!

@artemis-crimson @reddgiant @starchemist @starlit-bawka @cranehusbands @duvirii and basically whoever else wants to do it.