#fic: scar tissue

[faerynova]

post-movie recovery nonsense

[halevetica]

Teaser for my new upcoming story Scar Tissue:

Derek pushed the door open to see The Director sitting at his desk. His usually neatly styled black hair was tousled, his suit jacket was draped over the back of his chair, his tie was loosened and he was leaned forward with his hands clasped on his desk.

"Derek." Ken gestured to one of the padded plastic chairs across from him. "Please, have a seat."

He did as asked, closing the door behind him. His stomach rolled with anticipation as Ken took in a breath, his hands re-clasping in front of him.

"You've been a valuable part of this office for… many years."

Derek swallowed. Fear of being fired flitted through his mind, followed quickly by the fear of being transferred. He hadn't done anything to warrant being fired, but being transferred. That was common in the FBI.

"You and I have an agreement and while it has served us well for several years, there comes a point when…" Ken paused.

Derek's chest tightened. Their agreement was pivotal to Derek's job.

"I can only do so much to help you. You and I are privy to things a lot of people aren't. But keeping that secret is difficult, as you well know."

A cold chill ran down Derek's back. Had he slipped up? Had Ken realized the extent of the secret? Had someone else discovered the secret?

"I know how important what you do is. And I have been more than willing to put my neck on the line for you. But I've run out of favors it seems."

"With all due respect sir, if you could get to the point." Derek's hands clenched the arms of the plastic chair, waiting for whatever bad news was coming his way.

Ken huffed a laugh, bowing his head. "There has been evidence, or at least something promising, brought to light. Against the Argents."

Derek's back straightened. The cold feeling spread through him like icy veins. "Evidence," he repeated.

"I have spoken previously with my superiors about your eagerness to see them brought down for obvious reasons."

They weren't going to let him take the case. Anger and frustration bubbled in Derek's gut.

"However, they are insisting that the case is handled by the agent who brought the evidence to light."

"They're giving the case to someone else simply because they found evidence? Since when does it work like that?" Derek snapped.

"Since the agent has more than proven himself."

"What about the evidence I found?"

Ken sighed. "Unfortunately without multiple accounts of what happened or solid, physical proof, you know it wasn't enough to stand."

"What did this other agent find?" Derek demanded.

"I can't disclose that to you. You know that."

Derek's nostrils flared, and his knuckles turned white with how hard he gripped the chair.

"Unless…" Ken slid a file folder across his desk. "You agree to work with the agent."

All anger melted from Derek, leaving him cold and empty. "What?"

Ken tapped the folder. "The case can be yours, but only if you accept a partner."

[jamtartandsunshine]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ted Lasso (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roy Kent & Jamie Tartt, AFC Richmond Players & Jamie Tartt Characters: Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent, Ted Lasso, AFC Richmond Players (Ted Lasso) Additional Tags: Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Canonical Child Abuse, Jamie Tartt Needs a Hug, Protective Roy Kent, Gen Work, Platonic Relationships, Platonic Cuddling, Jamie Tartt Gets a Hug, Panic Attacks Summary:

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵, 𝘪𝘧 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘮.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴.

A long bus ride home in a storm, after a spectacularly bad loss at an away game is bad enough, but then Jamie wakes up screaming.

AKA The Jamie has a nightmare on the team bus fic GUYS! I did it!!!  The Jamie has a nightmare on the team bus fic!! 

[dragneto]

Title: The Principle of Cause and Effect Fandom: Dark (2017) Pairing(s): Jonas Kahnwald/Noah | Hanno Tauber Word Count: 10,278 Rating: Mature Tags: Canon Divergence, Developing Relationship, Doomed Relationship, Devotion, Mutual Pining, Body Worship, Scar Tissue Massage, Hand Jobs, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Existentialism, Hermetic Philosophy, Time Loop

Summary: Hannah had taught Jonas from an early age that wounds were not only lessons from the past, but warnings from the future. She had shown him how to nurture small injuries, to heal broken flesh into new tissue, and then how to work it into something agreeable.

Scars, she’d said, held the ability to see into the future.

read the fic on AO3

[seijorhi]

no excuse for this horny ass question miss rhi, but i keep thinking about (in your words) “Scruffy, rough, ready to fuck the reader on the forest floor tsumu.” something about human atsumu already having the libido of an animal.. but actual werewolf atsumu?? holy shit. how often do you think he fucks the reader, how does he fuck her, and does he accomplish his goals of having a litter with her :)

also that last ask took me entirely out

HMM i'm gonna say that because of their longer lifespan, the whole pregnancy thing isn't actually as easy as it should be. considering they have a tendency to fuck like rabbits there'd be werewolves everywhere ghfdkjfhdjs

that being said, atsumu's a determined little shit, and he's got nothin' but time (and his pretty, feral mate) on his hands.

that being said i think tsumu has a tendency to shift mid fuck. like either he comes back from eating people hunting, still a little out of it on blood lust and finds some weird sense of calm buried inside of you OR it's the opposite, and he gets so fucking worked up and savage the moment you squeeze around his cock that he can't fucking stop himself.

either way, there's not really any escaping him

[crush3dmary]

Y'all... My favourite fic author of ALL time reached out to me on Twitter because I sent a dm to her old account and she just saw it now. I've been in the position of being that author people reply to with "omg I can't believe YOU'RE commenting on my stuff I look up to you so much" and now I'm literally in the same position and trying to keep my cool. Holy shit.

[tranakin-skywalker]

The melty boy

[lifblogs]

I don’t think Dr. Hemlock’s left hand is a prosthetic. Usually in Star Wars if someone has a prosthetic they just… leave it alone. They don’t really fiddle with it. He massages his left hand quite frequently, leaving me to guess he has some pretty horrific scarring he’s hiding. Scar tissue definitely can hurt, and it can go deep. I’m also wondering if this is just to add something to his character or if it connects to the bigger story somehow. I feel like it does. I think we’re going to learn a lot about him.

[s0fter-sin]

i miss when we all interpreted shigaraki’s quirk as true decay rather than just reducing things to dust. i remember fics that had him rot things as he touched them and it was so much more visceral

[lunar-years]

Thinking about this poem again but in a RoyJamie kind of way

[galaxythreads]

Scar Tissue chapter 2 this friday, September 22nd!! :)

[faggot-friday]

If you write a fic I like with a song lyric in it I automatically associate you with that song now. btw.

[halevetica]

Another teaser for you!

Scar Tissue coming on November 1st!

He peeled his shirt off. A shower before would be nice. He still felt mildly sticky from this morning's coffee incident. He undressed in front of his bathroom mirror, catching a glimpse of his reflection. His eyed were dull. The color was drained from his cheeks, making him pale. It was no wonder his mother and sisters were worried about him.

He reached for his toothbrush and paused. His eyes landed on a scar that stretched with his movements. He traced the marred skin. One on his shoulder joint. One on his pectoral, and two longer ones that that knit together in a tangle of regret on his torso.

His fingers trembled as they carded over the one on his torso. He clenched his eyes closed and gripped at the sink, taking in a deep breath.

"This time won't be like the last," he whispered. He wouldn't make that mistake twice.

Snatching the toothbrush from it's place, he pushed away the nerves that had permeated his body since he walked into work. This time would be different. He had nothing to worry about.

Except Stiles finding out. An unhelpful voice supplied in his mind. He ignored it. Everything would be fine. He avoided his reflection, finished at the sink, and slipped into a hot shower. He just needed to wash it all away.

[c1trvswurld]

NONO BC THAT ONE POST THATS LIKE "he would not speak like that" but for characters with disabilities. He would be an ambulatory wheelchair user at least!

Everytime someone makes an Overwatch modern AU and proceeds to erase Genjis disabilities, an Angel falls from Heaven and fucking dies

[seijorhi]

Hi Rhi! I hope you are well <3

With the coming of Spooktober (i’m sooo excited), I reread Scar Tissue, and if I may ask, how do you think Atsumu’s ruts are? I want him to force me to have his babies so bad why lie 😂 Also,, would you think he would be more intense during his ruts or reader’s heats 🫣

atsumu's horny at the best of times, when he's in a rut that kicks into overdrive. i wouldn't say it's the only thing he's concerned with, as he's still gotta eat and make sure the reader's in good enough condition to properly breed, but mostly he's consumed with the need to stick his dick inside of her and knock her the hell up. preferably with a whole litter.

he can feel the onset days before it actually hits, plenty of time for him to get his mate off somewhere secluded, somewhere safe – somewhere they won't be interrupted (and god help the poor soul that does – werewolves tend to be territorial).

i will say that he has the least amount of control over himself during his rut. it's not uncommon to shift mid-way through :))

as for the last question, it's a different kind of intensity. when he's in his rut he's not fully himself, much less in control. he reverts to base instincts; he won't stop, or slow down and it can get... kind of violent. nothing matters but having his mate knotted and bred.

the reader's heat on the other hand, he's gonna enjoy that. having her at his mercy, begging to be fucked and filled. he can be mean with it, too. he's still an animal, but at least he's got some semblance of cognizance.

[crush3dmary]

All this talk about fics being inspired by other fics lately is funny to me because Philosophy was actually influenced by a fic called Scar Tissue on ffnet. I read it at my wife's recommendation after I finished rewatching ygo a few years back and I got mad that it was never finished and hadn't updated in a decade, and then got thinking about what might lead up to the events of the fic. Scar Tissue plays it pretty straight in that Ryou was always fucked up but hid it very well, and then after Bakura wins and revives Zorc, he goes apeshit, and it kind of got me thinking, "what would it take for Ryou to have gotten to this point on his own? What if Bakura hadn't been influencing him, too?" and decided I wanted to explore the idea more with a different focus on different things.

The fics are like, night and day different, though I did throw in a couple references to the fic here and there seeing as Philosophy wouldn't have happened without it, and like, I dunno, it just makes me laugh a bit that someone is jumping to call someone else's fic a ripoff of mine when mine was influenced by another fic in the first place. I think it's totally possible to make something your own while still being inspired by something else, and honestly, even if you read Scar Tissue you'd probably see the influence, but they're both very different experiences and very different stories being told. I think that's what makes fic so interesting though, because with the exception of straight up plagiarism, no two people are going to play out a similar idea in the same way.

Hell, even in Symphonia, I wrote a declining Tethe'alla AU, and I could read those until the end of time. I don't feel like anyone who has done it since Weltschmerz has 'copied me' or anything because I love the premise and I want to see how other people might pull it off differently than I did. I think the same can be said of anything really, as long as you're not like, ripping stuff or ideas word for word, I think taking inspiration from other things is actually a good thing, so long as you give credit where credit is due (if necessary of course).