#fic title so wrong

[screechingfromthevoid]

I think the kids are waiting at the sun tree. They've never really done that before. Sleeping by the sun tree. But as they watched their parents and their friends disappear, with fear in their eyes, it was a day full of firsts.

Wolfe ends up running off in a sort of fit. Leona runs after him. They both feel more at home in the woods. They probably went there to calm down. Vesper, as the oldest, decided she needed to get some things in order. Just in case.

And Gwen was going to leave, sneak into her father's office, past all his traps and rigging, until she notices Vax just standing there. Staring at the seams in the bark that aren't really there. She watched him collapse, sitting crisscross on the roots.

So she stayed. She sat next to her big brother, close and leaning on him. Though, she wasn't there looking for support. She had watched his cocky, teenage attitude melt away into a panic. Vax'ildan was panicking.

"They'll be okay," she told him. "They're the heros of the realm. They'll save uncle Vax and the world and come home." She sounded so sure. He had to believe she was right.

They stay there though. For hours. It might have been the most time the pair ever spent with each other. The sun starts wane and their home turns golden and their parents aren't back yet.

Leona and Wolfe come back, their faces red and a little dirty. They hadn't even taken their leathers off. Like they were going home when they saw their siblings still waiting. They flank their siblings, Leona wrapping an arm around Vax's shoulder and Wolfe taking Gwen's hand. Also contented to wait.

The sky is purple by the time Vesper came with blankets, pillows, and large boxes from The Slayer's Cakes. She had all of her siblings favorites picked out. Trinket 's bear claws for Leona. Sun treats for Gwendolyn. Trayon's Blondies for Vax. Keyleth 's almond bark for Wolfe. And her own personal favorite Everlight-as-Air Scones. She brought enough to count as dinner. She wasn't their head of household. She was their big sister. She didn't need to make sure they ate well or went to bed on time. That wasn't her job. Not yet.

The stars were out that night for them, granting them the family time that they desperately needed. They laughed and stole each other's pastries. They danced around any subject related to parents or their aunts and uncles away. Hunting and tinkering and spying were all fair game. The twins fought, Vax'ildan rolled his eyes and they got him to smile. Gwen listened carefully. Vesper counted the hours since their parents left.

She thought the sun might rise and they'd never see them again. She thought they would have to gather their things in the morning sun and start their new lives emerging from the roots on the sun trees. She thought-

The bark of the sun tree cracked and groaned as it split. All of the De Rolo children held their breaths. Aunt Pike, Uncle Scanlan (in centaur form?), the ashari man, Uncle Grog, a very beautiful and very scary elf woman.

Then father. Then mother hanging on the arm of a strange man they recognized immediately.

[soaps-mohawk]

I'm just a bit confused on the latest chapter of CRCB, the very end specifically. Is that like an angst cliffhanger or like a spicy one (I. E. Omega is enjoying it)? The chapter was so good! I totally understand if you don't wanna spoil it but like I'm confused. Thank you for creating this masterpiece!

Have a good day/night! And stay hydrated!

Okay, okay normally I don't like giving spoilers, and I was very tempted to just not give anything away, but since there's three of you asking this I'll spoil.

She's calling Simon alpha. She's not calling out for help or for John. Simon's getting the big capital "A" title in the throws of passion.

How Simon will react and what happens after...that I won't spoil.

But yes, for everyone wondering, it's Simon.

[whollyjoly]

for some reason i can't explain i know saint peter won't call my name

nothing that lives, lives forever - an immortal soldier!alton more au

(1.1k of snippets from my old guard(ish) au where alton more is old, too old, and has been living and fighting far longer than anyone should. full description/other thoughts at the bottom. tw: blood, violence, mentions of death)

Alton clicked the lighter closed, running a thumb over the silver case. The night was warm, sticky in a way that he never could get used to. He sucked in a breath from the cheap cigarette, letting his head fall back against the rough side of the barracks.

It was quiet. Typically, there would be no end to the commotion coming from the small building, one of many that littered Camp Toccoa. The wall of sound was ever-present, no matter if it was shouting or laughing or snoring. But whatever the cause, there was always noise. 

No matter if it was a blanket of noise he knew well, unchanging except for the language and the scenery. Soldiers are soldiers, and some things are a constant. It could almost be comforting, if it didn’t also mean that the need for soldiers was a constant as well.

However, tonight was a Saturday, and it was one of the few weekends that Sobel had allowed Easy the use of their weekend passes. Almost every man in the company had jumped at the chance to get off base, to travel home if they could and spend time with loved ones. The ones with farther-flung hometowns had spirited off to Atlanta, happy to spend their time drinking and dancing and fucking instead of slogging through another run, three miles up, three miles down.

Normally, Alton would have joined them in their carousing - it was easier to pass the time with the effortless camaraderie built during a training camp than bored and alone. 

But today had been a bad day. The sound of swords and the shift of sand beneath his feet followed him out of his nightmares, the humid summer of Georgia morphing itself into the baking, dry heat of the desert. 

His shouts must have been real, because when a hand came to shake him out of his dream, the first face he saw was not that of a grouchy NCO, but of a blood-caked Saracen, eyes alight with righteous fury. 

Alton didn’t think. He had grabbed the knife from under his pillow, an old thing that had been sharpened more times than he could begin to count, and was on the man in less than a breath, pressing the blade into the side of his neck. The familiar thrum of blood beat against his fingertips, the grit of sand scratched his gums. He knew what he had to do, had done it a thousand times, a thousand thousand times, what was a little more bloodshed spilled across his feet-

Alton had blinked, and came to himself in a rush.

Instead of an unnamed Saracen, the ashen face of Johnny Martin stared up at him, eyes wide behind the knife.

Alton drew back his hand, retreating almost as quick as he had lunged earlier. He mumbled a quick curse and apology as he stepped out of arm’s reach from the man. It wasn’t until Martin’s eyes widened even farther that Alton realized his tongue was slipping out Arabic of all things.

Usually, Alton was better about remembering himself, who he was almost as important as where he was. But for whatever reason, his demons had decided to catch up with him that night.

After a quick smile and some quip about the Krauts in his dreams, he managed to wave an only-slightly-mollified Martin off. The shorter man apparently hadn’t forgotten it though, if his watchful eyes during chow that morning were anything to go by.

Alton was just glad that no one else was awake to see it, at least. That was the last thing he needed.

And so, instead of joining in on a weekend of broads and booze, Alton found himself waving away the invitation by an eager Smokey and bemused Alley. When the horde made their way out of the barracks, fantasizing in bawdy terms about their planned misadventures, he felt like he could breathe easy.

Fucking finally.

~~

Alton took another drag from the cigarette. He watched the smoke curl, up and up until it faded into nothing amongst the darkening sky.

The lighter was a welcome weight in his hand, grounding him to this time, this life.

The design was worn by now, details barely visible after a half century of worrying. It still managed to amaze him, sometimes, what people could do with the smallest of canvases. Alton didn’t feel the same wonder however, wasn’t as mesmerized by the beauty man could create as he once was.

But in the quiet moments, he could still appreciate the time some French craftsman took to transform a hunk of metal into a small token carried around by a dead man.

Luz had spied the lighter one weekend, and laughed at him for using something so old-fashioned. Alton just shrugged, not caring to admit that he was still getting used to having a light at his fingertips. It wasn’t all that long ago when he was still lighting a pipe with a flintlock pistol, and not so long before that when he would carry around a flint and steel.

Time was passing all the more quickly these days, technologies changing and advancing, and everyone was obsessed with needing things to be quicker, cheaper, simpler. Alton scoffed. He could hardly find it in him to care.

He glanced down at the lighter in his hand, shifting it back and forth in a practiced motion and watched as the light skittered across the sides. 

It had shown flowers, once. A veritable garden of carnations, daffodils, and lilies of the valley, with leaves spilling across the front panel onto the back. They represent good fortune, he was told. Good fortune, luck, and hope. 

When the merchant described it to him, eyes ablaze with a passion known only to those with wares to sell, Alton didn’t try to hide the snort that escaped his throat. 

Fortune and Luck had abandoned him long ago, and hadn’t returned since waking up in a battlefield abandoned by all but the dead, sword in his chest and blood in his mouth. 

And what the fuck was Alton supposed to do with hope?

It was the quote on the back that had caught his eye, all those years ago in a street market in Reims. The beveled edges had faded with time, the familiar letters Alton traced were more memory by now than any physical mark. Une vie honorable est une vie éternelle.

An honorable life is an eternal life.

Alton couldn’t help but stare at the message, both then and now. He hated that goddamn word. Immortal. Unending. Eternal. 

They were such flowery words, used by people who craved what they couldn’t have, what they shouldn’t. The romanticized idea of the everlasting, the fountain of youth, the gift of life! Alton was sick of it.

This wasn’t life. He was a fucking dead man walking. And he sure as hell didn’t do anything honorable to deserve it.

months ago, while thinking about the absolute insanity of the almost...cavalier? attitude we see alton more have over the course of the series, an idea hit my brain: what if there was a reason nothing seemed to phase him - not panzers, not being a breath away from a car wreck, not bastogne, not speirs? what if this wasn't his first war? that thought spiraled me into a minor insanity that is this: my immortal soldier!alton more au, loosely inspired by the movie the old guard (2020). the idea is that, once upon a time, there was a soldier in a land many centuries ago. one day, he died in battle. and then, he woke up. and then he died. and then he woke up. over, and over. drawn to countless battles, conflicts, and wars, each one etching itself into the core of his soul. a never-ending cycle...until one sweltering summer, where he found himself at a training camp at the foot of a mountain. anyways. at some point, i plan on writing this as a full story, but that is admittedly a long ways away. however, in celebration of alton more's birthday today, i wanted to post my favorite scene that i've written for this au! it's set sometime at the beginning of the story, in the early days of camp toccoa. mostly, it's just a character study of this version of alton more. hope you enjoyed! and of course - happy birthday alton more!

(song insp.)

taglist: @sweetxvanixlla @coco-bean-1218 @bucky32557038ww2 @georgieluz @samwinchesterslostshoe @xxluckystrike @next-autopsy @ronald-speirs @land-sh @ronsparky @panzershrike-pretz @theredrenard @kyellin

[saelterlude]

Us, In(tense)

Summary: On a random day in the studio, high school seniors Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang are studying for their exams. The subject they’re studying? English. 12 short prose, exploring Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang’s thoughts and relationship through the English tenses.

Read my new fic!! I worked really hard on it. Click on the title!

It is exactly what it said on the tin, a Link Click fic seen from all the 12 English tenses.

It's a little bit of slice-of-life with a flavor of humor, fluff, and angst. Right before shiguang fluff week starts in 2 weeks.

[halfratsalready]

Some little hints about my upcoming fic! ✨

It’s loosely inspired by this song.

The title comes from a line from this song (the line that inspired the fic the most).

It’s mainly Sara, Night Swan, and Jack-centric, but Disco and the other Just Dancers are there, too.

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

your hands have always held their own

Heist!Mark x reader | Words: 1,063 | read on AO3

Heist!Mark finally asks his partner in crime out on that date.

It was early evening and you and your heist partner sat nearly shoulder to shoulder in your shared living room. The sun hung low, just barely brushing its rays against the clouds, tinging their edges amber and yellow.

Recently, there had been a lot more of these calm afternoons where you would sit together, discussing everything and nothing, perhaps watching TV or whatever videos took both your fancy; sometimes you simply watched the sky until you felt sleepy. Occasionally one of his hands might come up to play idly with your hair (a more affectionate gesture than either of you had ever previously initiated, but you didn't really mind, and neither of you mentioned it).

'This next heist…’ he started, ‘it's supposed to set us up, pretty much for life. And it got me thinking—'

'That's dangerous,' you interrupted.

'Yeah, maybe for you,' he quipped back, eyebrows raised mockingly, but there was no malice in his voice.

'Anyway,' he continued, voice softening. 'I was thinking about the future and stuff. Like, what do we do after this? And as nice as it would be to be able to relax and just enjoy the rest of our lives without worrying about the next spot to rob, I think I would kind of miss doing these jobs with you.'

That got your full attention. He wasn't quite meeting your eyes — instead, a loose strand on his clothes was apparently very interesting — but something about his words and the gentle sincerity with which he'd spoken them took you a little off-guard.

‘...I hadn't really thought much about it. About what happens after.’ And it was true, you hadn't; nothing past the first few wild, exciting dreams that sprung to mind when reading the amount of money the pair of you were being offered for this particular artefact. No real, solid plans.

‘I think I'd miss it too,’ you continued quietly. ‘But I mean, who's to say we can't do a couple more every once in a while, just for the fun of it, y'know? We don't even have to go after anything that valuable. More like just… for old times’ sake.’ You caught his gaze and he smiled, a little fond and a little hopeful, dark eyes twinkling.

‘Yeah, cool… So, uhm,’ he averted his gaze again and you couldn't help but find his uncharacteristic hesitance and bashfulness adorable, wondering what was on his mind that was making him act this awkward.

‘So I was wondering, once this heist is over, if you'd maybe wanna go out sometime?’

‘Sure, is that it?’ you question, oblivious. (Or maybe not wanting to get ahead of yourself. Surely there's no way he meant it like that.)

Your crime partner’s head perked up, eyes wide and looking directly into yours, as if searching for something.

‘Really?’

‘Umm, yeah?’ you say, incredulous. ‘What's got you so nervous? And… surprised? We go out together all the time.’

‘No, buddy, you don't get it…’ he said, sat looking a little like a kicked puppy. The look of disappointment that crossed his face broke your heart and instantly made you regret your words.

His hands returned to fidgeting and oh, you wanted to take those hands in yours and ease the nerves from his palms, thread his fingers through your own, press your lips to his knuckles.

Mark sighed. One of his hands came to rest on his knee while the other carded through his hair. You found yourself wanting to do the same.

‘Listen…’ he began again, eyes downcast while his hand came to rest in his lap. ‘We've been friends for what feels like ages now, working together for even longer. I know we butt heads at times, I can be an idiot and you can get on my nerves but-’ Finally his eyes met yours, and the affection in them made your breath catch in your throat.

The sun was setting by now, casting a gorgeous orange glow through the room and over his features. It made his eyes appear almost golden, and it suddenly occurred to you that no shiny trinket you could steal could ever possibly be worth more than the look those eyes were giving you in this moment. You internally cringed at the thought, but you couldn't deny it was true.

‘You're really important to me,’ he said earnestly. ‘I don't always agree with you but I always trust your judgement. I probably trust you more than anyone else, to be honest. You're my best friend, and maybe I'm wrong, but I think there could be something else here? And I wanna try being more? If that's okay with you.’

‘You mean-’

‘Yeah.’ He took your hand, said your name, foregoing any of his nicknames for you. ‘I love you — I always have, as a friend, but I think I have feelings for you. So, if you reciprocate even a little, let me take you out. On a real date. And if things don't work out,’ (you didn't miss the small flicker of something sad as he added that part) ‘well, we can still work together. And we'll still be friends, right?’ he asked hopefully.

You could feel your heart thrumming wildly, from his words, the intensity of his gaze and the warmth radiating from his hand to yours.

You took his other hand, the one still atop his knee, and replied softly: ‘I'd really love that, actually. To go on a date with you, I mean.’

The smile he gave you was genuine, unlike the typical cocky. It was wide and crinkled the skin beneath his eyes. You briefly wondered whether he could feel your racing pulse through your intertwined hands.

‘Then it's agreed. After the heist.’

‘After the heist,’ you promised.

Inevitably, you would run into problems and possibly danger in your next heist, as you usually did, but you trusted Mark, and you knew you could count on him when push came to shove. You knew that you would follow him anywhere, and the two of you had a better chance of conquering any obstacles you faced if you were together, as you always had.

The sun dipped beneath the clouds, the room was warm, and things felt comfortably the same and yet like this was a turning point for the pair of you.

You were sure this heist would be one to remember.

[ripcarrotchan]

taro buys jiro a weird-looking kitty plushie

(this is a scene from my fic about taro and jiro going to the park and jiro getting a plushie! ;;w;;)

[forgetful-storyteller]

Language of the Lost by RIProducer......siffrincore...........

[pllsetskyonice]

ao3 writer problem of the day is getting an email to say someone’s commented on a fic but not being able to remember from the title what the fandom is until you click on it

[cuz-reasons]

This fuckin fics gonna be so long auaghgggg

[appalachianapologies]

Remittent Distress

Chapter One

Fic Summary: After years of being on the run and keeping his head down, Mac finally receives the opportunity to end this screwed up game of hide-and-seek for good. With the help of two unlikely friends, some unconventional skill sets, and plenty of all-nighters, Mac attempts to track down his father before James gets to him first. It's been six months since an ordinary mission turned to hell, leaving its permanent marks on Jack Dalton—both physically and emotionally. But when information about a wild kid he came across four months ago gets dropped into his lap, he has to push it all down in order to find not just the kid, but the truth behind him as well.

(The big ol' fic in Smoking Room Universe)

[oneirataxia-girl]

alvita's birthday exchange ⇝ for hadley @supermarine-silvally

ft. Bravada Yara x Portgas Ace

"And I'll surrender myself to you."

x x

I hope you like it!

bonus:

a small icon set to thank you for all the art you made for me! <33

[saturntheday]

Six Sentence Sunday

Hello everyone! I was tagged by the lovely @wordsofhoneydew and my first thought was to ignore it because the first and last fic I started writing was written like last year and I'm not much of a fanfic writer and more of a fanfic reader. But, I'm feeling a lil brave rn so here's a snippet from my first fic that'll probably come out late March or smth despite being pretty short. Bonus: you get an extra two sentences bc I'm feeling nice today :D

June didn't get sick. She just didn't. It was as simple as that. Except, she did in fact get sick. And, whenever she did, she would get all whiny and clingy. She was the worst kind of sick person. After she turned 10, she also had her little brother Alex to take care of. So, she decided, that getting sick would never be an option.

Tags under the cut!

@firenati0n @orchidscript @getmehighonmagic @mostlyoptimisticdinosaur @soldouthaz @affectionatelyyrs and anyone else interested!

[brekitten]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Venom Symbiote Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Venom Symbiote (Marvel), Original Characters Additional Tags: Peter Parker has the Venom Symbiote, Hydra (Marvel), Ambiguous/Open Ending, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, minor torture, Kidnapped Peter Parker, Kidnapped Tony Stark Summary:

It figures that Tony couldn't spend some quality time with his kid his intern without something going horribly wrong. Being kidnapped by Hydra definitely takes the cake, though.

He just wished he knew why they kidnapped him and Peter.

Or,

Hydra kidnaps Tony and Peter, and Peter somehow ends up with Venom. Also Tony suffers just a bit, as a treat.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57603391

[tunastime]

🐝 sorrryyyyy but for realsies:

but now i'm backing out the corner, don't you think that i'm a runner?

Title: but now I'm backing out the corner, don't you think that I'm a runner?

Summary: Gem isn't very good at waiting. It's not like she doesn't want to be--she does, and she'll happily sit on her hands while she complains about lag and loading and sitting on her hands and waiting. And she was doing that just fine in the lobby of Decked Out, itching to step foot into the dungeon, to jump, right as the next person finished dying. Maybe some would call her impatient. Maybe some would ask her if she had something to prove. Some might speculate that she had an ego to boost, or were trying to win the favor of a certain Dungeon Master. But none of that would be true.

Gem's the first person to notice when Pearl drops in to check the scores. She'll take her spot in line as soon as she says her hellos.

She has someone to impress.

(fake fic ask meme)

[lavendead]

It’s been a while *cough* years *cough* since I’ve posted a rec list and since I’ve recently broken 50 Osaaka recs on my running haikyuu list I decided it’s about time for an update. So without further ado here’s my 50 Osaaka recs:

1. a stuttering of the heart by hoesome - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30441270

2. Akaashi Keiji’s Hands are Always Cold by Taryo88 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/28316406

3. and i never saw you coming by tearsricochett - https://archiveofourown.org/works/40600674

4. and i would walk 500 miles by goldplate (ramshackleheads) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/29082276/chapters/71388618

5. are you free on thursday night? by floatyourself - https://archiveofourown.org/works/27368869/chapters/66879562

6. at a (un)reasonable distance by vroomvroommic - https://archiveofourown.org/works/28475100

7. Better This Time by vroomvroommic - https://archiveofourown.org/works/33153472

8. books and books of poetry by mintycarrots - https://archiveofourown.org/works/31629356/chapters/78272594

9. from your lips (words are so much sweeter) by risquetendencies - https://archiveofourown.org/works/29626461

10. Getting baited into reading a trash novel and regretting it (for a bit) by impasta -https://archiveofourown.org/works/40830114/chapters/102309999

11. Growth Mindset by mintycarrots - https://archiveofourown.org/works/27552136/chapters/67388383

12. here, there, everywhere by onceandforall - https://archiveofourown.org/works/31237592

13. if music be the food of love by OverTheMoonShine - https://archiveofourown.org/works/32781904

14. i’m so lost in you (and all that you do) by courtshipofwords - https://archiveofourown.org/works/31754950/chapters/78601978

15. karikari by fromthemist - https://archiveofourown.org/works/29470536

16. keep time on me by yamabato - https://archiveofourown.org/works/31745842

17. kiss me like you cook your karaage - slowly, then all at once by floatyourself - https://archiveofourown.org/works/27164209

18. LANTERNS by combustible - https://archiveofourown.org/series/2104776

19. Let’s Call it Culture Shock by Taryo88 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30615773

20. like the dawn by eggsan - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30484143/chapters/75173244

21. love in the time of office hours by lunarwaves - https://archiveofourown.org/works/33099049

22. love, the universe, and other unknown variables by venusintwelfth - https://archiveofourown.org/works/28176888 (this is my fav fic btw)

23. make me thaw by honeyedrop - https://archiveofourown.org/series/1903228

24. miya osamu’s guide to bad neighbors, serial breakups, and domesticity by rosegoldwriting - https://archiveofourown.org/works/24768052

25. never the same love twice by lettersinpetals - https://archiveofourown.org/works/28770075/chapters/70548549

26. new love in old places by stormhund - https://archiveofourown.org/works/24838069/chapters/60082078

27. Of Crumbs and Eyelash Wishes by veriwyn - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30532185

28. Of Onigiri and Owls by thepeskyunicorn - https://archiveofourown.org/works/41112162/chapters/103051197

29. One More Weekend by Primaveril - https://archiveofourown.org/works/42857955/chapters/107668482

30. Onigiri for Two by Un1stellar - https://archiveofourown.org/works/31415531

31. Reality or Royalty? by twindualities - https://archiveofourown.org/works/26477743

32. Seeing You by prosesareread - https://archiveofourown.org/works/29190336/chapters/71668746

33. Sibling Antics by aris_imperfect_mind - https://archiveofourown.org/works/31227473

34. sleeping with the enemy by billionairevolleyboysclub - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30134715

35. slow magic by redberrysoda, yamabato - https://archiveofourown.org/works/35689273

36. Slowly, and then all at once by SundaeMunt - https://archiveofourown.org/works/32182780/chapters/79744435

37. so I keep feeling close (to what’s beyond compare) by vonroozh - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30637109

38. stay with me, go places by sparksandsalt - https://archiveofourown.org/works/24961099/chapters/60422311

39. strangers by redberrysoda - https://archiveofourown.org/works/31504481

40. take what we love inside by yamabato - https://archiveofourown.org/works/28329681

41. the dog days are over by grandecoffee - https://archiveofourown.org/works/33633148

42. The laundry by XunYioo2 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/43674576

43. The Spiderman Meme by Pixelated_Wing - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30435960

44. the sun rises like this heart up my throat by redberrysoda - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30063543

45. The taste of home by hobisleaves - https://archiveofourown.org/works/43145172

46. thursdays full of maybes and warm smiles by goldenkiwis - https://archiveofourown.org/works/40972737

47. wait by sanguinedawns - https://archiveofourown.org/works/29421981

48. warm refuge by isntitluvly - https://archiveofourown.org/works/33408157

49. warmth within winter by duskyhaze - https://archiveofourown.org/works/33507595

50. welcome in by risquetendencies - https://archiveofourown.org/works/28623666