#gone to the dogs (and rabbits) fanfic

[samandmaxanotherway]

a commenter on GTTD(AR) recently asked for a visual reference of kendra and pete, so decided to scrounge up these old relics just for them!! <3

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~ Welcome ~

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~ Rules ~

You can request drabbles, headcanons, or one-shot fanfics. If not specified I often default to writing fanfics.

I write fluff 🩷, angst 💔, hurt/comfort 💘, or crack ❣️.

I do not write smut, cheating, or sexual assault.

I do not write abuse or abusive dynamics between Bakugou and the reader. Abusive themes are otherwise okay (such as abusive backstories or witnessing abuse), with the sole exception of sexual abuse.

I only write gender neutral or female readers. I keep most stories race/gender neutral.

I only write romantic Bakugou x reader. Side ships with other characters may be included, but Bakugou and the reader must only be with each other!

Please do not copy/repost my art without permission! If I accidentally use stolen/AI art please let me know, because this is never intentional.

~ Masterlist ~

| 🩷 - fluff | 💔 - angst | 💘 - hurt/comfort | ❣️ - crack |

Drabbles

He Likes to Share His Food 🩷

Love at First Sight 🩷

Offering His Jacket 🩷

Reminders of You 🩷

What He Thinks About Post-Breakup 💔

Who the King Serves 🩷

Bakugou Fights For You 💘🩷

Not Afraid to Say ILY 🩷

Possessive 🩷

Family Getting Ready for Bed 🩷

The Bakugou Blanket 🩷

When He's Tired 💘🩷

Casually Touching You 🩷

A Rockstar's Muse 🩷

Your Lipstick Stains 🩷

Calling Him Pet Names 🩷

Seeing You With Another Man 🩷 💔

Recording a Love Song Together 🩷

Kissing a Princess's Hand 🩷

Say It Back, Please 🩷

Camera Shy 🩷

Comparing Hand Sizes 🩷

How to Summon a Demon 🩷

That Gorgeous Dress 🩷

Skull Shirts 🩷

Kisses For When You're Injured 🩷

Headcanons

Studying in Bakugou's Dorm 🩷

Studying in Bakugou's Home 🩷

Getting a Dog With Bakugou 🩷

Vigilante Bakugou x Normal Reader - Part 1 💔

Vigilante Bakugou x Normal Reader - Part 2 💔🩷

"And They Were Roommates" University Version 🩷

Working at Bakugou's Agency - Part 1 🩷

Working at Bakugou's Agency - Part 2 🩷

Fireworks Festival With Bakugou 🩷

Fiance 🩷

Beauty Pageant 🩷

Multi-Chapter Fics

A Royal's Choice [Masterlist]

The Bakusquad Gaming Group [Masterlist]

University Days With Bakugou [Masterlist]

Werewolf AU [Masterlist]

One-Shot Fics

Paper Kiss Game 🩷

Missed Texts 💔

Stuck Inside From the Rain 🩷

Shopping With Bakugou 🩷

Disappearance of You 💔💘 [Request]

Dead of Night 💔💘

His Cologne (And Yours) 🩷

Accidentally Sleeping Together 🩷

Almost Too Late 💔💘🩷

Tattoos 🩷

Alice in Wonderland White Rabbit Reader 🩷❣️ [Request]

(Not) Highly Trained in the Art of Kissing 🩷

He Hears You Talking About Him 🩷

Catching Him in His Celebrity Disguise 🩷

So Pretty 🩷

When You're Depressed 💘

Jealousy 💘🩷

Sharing His Earphones 🩷

While You're Gone 🩷

"You Know You're Fictional, Right?" 🩷❣️

Staring Contest 🩷

Sunshine Vs Grumpy 🩷

One Good Grovel 🩷❣️

Happy Accidents 🩷

Moodboards

Dates With Bakugou 🩷

[horrortember]

Calling all lovers of darkfic, grimdarks, creepypastas, and scary stories! I had yet to see a monthly writing event themed around horror, so I made one! The event will occur in September, so you have plenty of time to get ready.

If you feel like participating, tag your fills with #horrortember2024, and I'll reblog as many as I can! Fanfic is strongly encouraged, but original fiction is accepted as well. And, depending on how many people join, I'll post a list of completionists or participants at the end of the month!

A written list of prompts is under the cut:

1. AND THIS HAS ALWAYS BEEN WHAT I DESERVE, FOR MY TEETH TO JUST FALL OUT: body horror, parasite, gore

2. BUT THEY SAW SOMETHING THAT’S REAL: pretending to be human, identical, visceral

3. WHO’S AFRAID OF THE BIG BAD WOLF: vampires, zombies, werewolves

4. IT’S ALWAYS BEST WHEN THE LIGHTS ARE OFF: music, silence, echoes

5. BURIED ABOVE THE GROUND: dust, overgrown, forgotten

6. WHAT HAVE I DONE: losing memories, possession, cursed

7. DREAMLESS SLEEP: sick, survivor, injury

8. NOW ONLY DOGS WILL FOLLOW ME: cannibalism, eaten alive, maggots

9. HAVE YOU HEARD THE STORY OF THE RABBIT IN THE MOON: meta, cosmic horror, forbidden knowledge

10. WE DIDN’T GO IN THERE ALONE: hunted, solitary, darkness

11. YOU CAN’T RUN FROM ME FOREVER: obsession, yandere, overpowering emotions

12. I WEEP AND SAY GOODNIGHT, LOVE, AS MY ORGANS PACK IT IN: doomsday, apocalypse, certain death

13. WHAT DO YOU KNOW: nightmare, prophecy, inevitable

14. I CAN MAKE THE WORLD SEEM SLOW: polaroid, motel, record player

15. DON’T KNOW WHO I AM ANYMORE: doll, reflection, facet

16. NEVER SHALL WE DIE: immortality, decay, cyclical

17. WHAT DID YOU BURY BEFORE THOSE HANDS PULLED ME FROM THE EARTH: oops, self-made monster, playing god

18. SHE’LL SAY SHE LOVES YOU, EVEN THOUGH SHE ONLY WANTS TO STEAL YOUR SOUL: haunting the narrative, inseparable, devotion

19. ARE YOU ALIVE, AM I AWAKE: chills, hallucinations, paranoia

20. IN THE RED, YOU’RE BETTER OFF DEAD: hunger, craving, unconventional needs

21. HOW DO I BREAK YOU BEFORE YOU BREAK ME: unreliable narrator, serial killer, manipulation

22. THERE IS NO END: help isn’t coming, final girl, trauma

23. LIFE CAN BE LIKE A DREAM: gone wrong, descent into madness, distrust

24. HEAR THEM LAUGHING UNDERNEATH: hollow, below the surface, remnants

25. I’LL SAY GOODBYE SOON: timeloop, lesson learned, consequence

26. NO CURE IS COMING NEAR: animals, rabies, primal fears

27. WHY DON’T YOU LET ME BE FREE: hanahaki, soulmates, trope inversion

28. AND THEN HE STARTED LAUGHING UNTIL HE CRACKED HIS JAW: butterflies, roses, sunshine

29. WHERE LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL ALL THE TIME: man-made, perfection, out of place

30. YOU ARE CALLED TO THE TREES: climb, descend, mass migration

[travellingarsonist]

A tiny introduction

hello to those who come across my blog!

I’m your local arsonist, call me Kichi :9

I go by any pronouns (as of now) so refer to me as whataver you want lmao

A minor

I have many fandoms I’m in:

Project Sekai: Colorful Stage (mmm angst)

Alien Stage (I blinked and suddenly they were all gone)

Dead Plate (toxic yaoi what)

Bungou Stray Dogs (Atsushi my beloved)

Mashle: Magic and Muscles (I need to read this again)

The Greatest Estate Developer (Llomen🙏🙏🙏)

Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint ('squid' lover)

Trash/Lout of The Count’s Family (Cale/Choi Han believer)

Danganronpa ("Makoto my baby" proceeds to shove him in a blender)

Twisted Wonderland (i need to replay this whole game istg)

Jujutsu Kaisen (Geto cosplayer🔥)

One Piece (I'm hungry)

Persona 3-5 (I fell into a rabbit hole I shouldn’t have)

Natsume Yuujinchou (MY BOY NATSUME DESERVES THE WORLD)

Hazbin Hotel (kinda short-lived but hey it’s there)

Slay The Princess (“I am everything you have known me to be, but I am also none of it”)

Limbus Company ("Face the sin, save the E.G.O.")

Honkai: Star Rail (heavily lacking in the DPS department send help)

I make fanfics on AO3 (I have one fic posted)

any and all BSD and Proseka fans pls be my friend :3

maybe one day I will share my ideas here

[the-chattering-tower]

@babylonbirdmeat Sorry this is so late, I can't sit up for long rn due to pain but I'm doing what I can in that time

Found some very much Older Internet vibe hungarian petsites, the likes of which my teenage self was running around on once upon a time

Teveclub

The big one that "normal ppl" may still remember here or there, subject of a good few "00s internet nostalgia" articles I've found. Mainly consists of "teaching" random things to your virtual pet camel as far as i remember, with a few associated minigames. Never had an account but my parents did for the longest time (my mum might still check on? Not sure. We do have a very worn lil camel plushie from their merch tho)

Also what little i've gone to read just now, the writing style of the site is goofy in a charming way

Paw.hu

Can't make much sense of the site itself but it seems to be the hub for three sites of the same style, for raising virtual dogs, cats, and rabbits respectively

The general mechanics are the same on all three and the exact kinda stuff that I remember: they boast a large variety of breeds, each represented by the appropriate png, as well as the ability to feed and breed these animals, and some way of gaining EXP (this part is unclear to me in the how and the why). There's also forums and a "newspaper" where all users seem to be able to publish in various categories (did i just see dsmp fanfic when opening one of them what the fuck, whiplash. Wrong era)

Ebnevelde

Same style as the Paw.hu ones but i'm pretty sure once upon a time I was Actually On This, hello??? This one lets you glimpse into it a lot less but the general system seems to be the same (down to the fact that animals need to be married in order to have offspring)

Lónevelde

Aaand one last one, for horses this time. An important difference from the others (aside from Teveclub) is that this one does use art made by the devs/community for their critters! The styles vary greatly, including some stuff being painted on paper, and I'm delighted by it

This is where I'm really running out of spoons to stay sitting up, but a connecting point seems to be that these sites (maybe aside from Teveclub? Can't tell) are Dead As Hell. They seem to be seeing a couple drops of activity every once in a while still but for the most part i'm genuinely shocked they're still online

Oh, and that they were made way before the current era of microtransactions, so the ones that try to ask for your money for premium features/currency/featuring your message on the front page ask for text messages instead. Man i feel old

I'm doing too badly to reblog shit properly but the first "petsites" i was ever on were about 15 years ago probably, the "pets" were all just jpegs stolen off google, and i can't remember any of the mechanics but i doubt there were a lot of them

Also none of them were in english (they were in my mother tongue instead. This was slightly before I started feeling fluent enough in english to watch wolf's rain in horrible quality and chopped into 3 parts per episode on yt and sign up for dA)

[twodpie]

Comfort

Drew my favorite scene from Chapter 8 of the fanfic Gone to the dogs (and rabbits) by eievuiisms on AO3

[nahyouzi]

[driftingmoonmenace]

☀️Menace's DCA AU Masterpost 🌑

DISCLAIMER

I commonly ship Sun x Moon x Y/N (x Eclipse) together in a romantic polycule relationship.

I do not personally consider Sun and Moon to be brothers. I do not condone incest.

None of my AUs are 'The Sun and Moon Show' / 'The Lunar and Earth Show' related.

Last Updated: 02/21/2025

✨ Chasing Lights AU✨ Y/N's dream of becoming a robotics technician has finally been answered by Fazbear Entertainment! Though they come to realize the robots are way more advanced and human-like than they imagined and are leading them down a dangerous rabbit hole they didn't sign up for. 🏷️ Main Tag - 📖 Fanfic - 📚 Drabbles - 🎵 Spotify Playlist

🎵 Escape From Eden (AKA Club AU)🎵 Sun and Moon are kidnapped to work in an adult club run by a man named Dante and his notorious gang. Y/N ends up accidentally learning the truth of the two's plight and starts to devise an escape plan, putting their life on the line in the process. Moved to my side blog @spicymoonmenace due to the mature content involved!

🌊 Beneath Starry Tides (AKA Mer AU) 🌊 Y/N has moved from the city to a small port town to get away from the stressful atmosphere. A trip to the beach one night ends with Y/N uncovering a secret that leaves their world little bit fishier. 🏷️ Main Tag - 🎵 Spotify Playlist (wip)

🚗 Shifting Gears (AKA Phonk AU) 🚗 In the not too distant future, robots are being used as pseudo-drivers for the wealthy who use them for the illegal street racing scene. Sun and Moon are a pair of well-known street racers being hosted by a wealthy, mysterious man. Y/N is a car mechanic, flat broke with only a hand-me-down sports bike. After getting involved in a busted street race and meeting two celestial racers, Y/N dreams of getting more into the scene and being able to race one day.

🏷️ Main Tag - 🎵 Spotify Playlist (wip)

🥊 Guard Dog AU 🥊 In a futuristic world, Fazco. has decided to get into the globally popular 'Creature Cage Fights', a bloody (and sometimes deadly) match between lab created cyborg creatures, as their new avenue in the entertainment business. Y/N is looking for something to do with their life and applies for a job as 'creature handler' for Fazco. Fully aware of the risks, Y/N decides the money and thrill is worth it. Until they meet their strange celestial partner and things start to get messy.

🏷️ Main Tag - 🎵 Spotify Playlist

☄️ Falling Stars AU ☄️ Set roughly around 2055, 20 years after the events of the Ruin DLC, a movement kick-started by a gone rogue Daycare Attendant has started to gain traction. The goal? Save his fellow animatronics and liberate them from the clutches of Fazco after nearly being decommissioned, not wanting his fellow animatronics to be subjected to the same fate. Together him and those he's gathered through rescue missions make a home in an abandoned town in the middle of the Mojave desert, looking to make a safe place for themselves and continue their cause.

This is a DCA OC focused AU between me and @certified-handler and has been moved to it's own blog, @fallingsuperstars!

⛽ Fuel For Fear AU ⛽ Based off of indie horror games where you're a gas station clerk working the nightshift! Y/N is from a small rural town who gets a job at a secluded gas station in the middle of the woods. As if that isn't creepy enough, Y/N slowly starts to notice odd happenings and the feeling of being watched since they started. The woods beckons them to come closer. (Sun and Moon are cryptid creatures in this AU!)

🔪 Silent Hill AU 🔪 Y/N longs to return to their special place, the Superstar Daycare.

🎸 Punk AU 🎸

Y/N has always been a huge fan of Sun and Moon's rock band, and has dedicated themselves to be a groupie. After an unexpected happenstance, the boys take notice of them and bring them on to be part of the band crew.

🐁 Lab Rat AU 🐁 Y/N is being used in an undisclosed lab experiment run by the government, having been brought in with the pretense of being rewarded a better life than their homeless one. Instead, most of their time is spent either in isolation or enduring rigorous tests. Robots have been brought in to be used as lab assistants or for labor jobs. Sun and Moon were created as caretakers for the younger orphan children put into the child development program. 🏷️ Main Tag

🧜‍♀️ Aquarium AU 🧜‍♀️ Sun and Moon are both soul-mated mers. Sun is caught by a group of marine biologists and taken to a coastal aquarium to be studied. Moon is desperate to find a way to save him, while Y/N is an a simple intern.

🩹 Caregiver AU 🩹 As a child, Y/N is in an accident that leaves them mute, along with other struggling disabilities. They've managed throughout the years, but talking with a close friend makes them consider looking for help. A chance visit to a local flea market finds them a badly damaged (but fixable) robot that their mechanically-inclined friend is willing to help rebuild. Giving them the perfect caregiver to suit their needs, but unaware that this robot in particular belongs to a certain Fazco, and is infected with a nasty little virus.

🏷️ Main Tag

🧸 Dad AU 🧸 A regular daycare child starts showing up with signs of abuse. A loving but frightful mother goes missing. There are signs that she met an untimely demise. The child is brought in by their temperamental father now. The Daycare Attendant knows what needs to be done. The father needs to be dealt with accordingly. It is swift and silent. It may have not been the proper protocols to handle the situation, but the child no longer has a guardian. The Daycare Attendant is quick to assume the role.

[thygoddessouijathicc]

The Hunter (A DSAF Story)

(Disclaimers: This story just kinda came to me after reading the fanfic Sharp-Toothed Rabbit, which if you haven’t you should check out btw. It’s a short story giving thoughts on Dave’s characters under a layer of metaphors and I love it so much. I decided I wanted to do something similar with my own story in which Henry was a particularly cruel hunter who abused his dog. Tis just for fun and for metaphors. Warning for depictions of gore, violence, animal abuse, and cloaked spoilers for DSAF, particularly its good ending.)

Once upon a time there was a hunter. A cruel and hardened man who lived alone deep in the woods. He had once had a family but they were long gone by now, and regardless of that he was alone now. 

The hunter made his profit off of selling animal pelts, and in his heyday he was the greatest, and richest hunter in the land. Unfortunately a wound to his leg and his increasing age had rendered the man half of what he once was.

And so the hunter bought a dog.

The dog was an ugly, mangy thing with a lazy eye, patches of missing hair, and a tongue that never quite stayed in his mouth. However, for all his flaws, the dog was loyal, and could run like no other.

The hunter didn’t care much about the dogs loyalty, only that it could run. It could catch his prey for him and bring it back. To his frustration the dog tended to rip apart the prize, damaging its price severely.

The hunter didn’t like this. The dog was tossed around, whipped, beaten, left outside to sleep in the cold, yet he still remained loyal. Still, the hunter never cared. He was broken inside. Unable to feel sympathy for the poor animal he abused or the ones he ripped the skin off of while they were still alive. Most would make sure they were not. He had lost the patience to care.

He would lay traps in the woods, not caring if his own dog fell into one. Of course one day, as it was inevitable, he did. The hunter awoke one day to the loud whimpers of his dog, his front left paw having been severed from his body.

The hunter didn’t care. The dog was slower now sure, but to him, as long as it could still do it’s job, it mattered not.

The hunter had set his sights on a family of red foxes that his dog had discovered. The three legged dog liked to play with one of them, and the hunter had caught sight of it once.

The dog always did as he was told even if he didn’t want to. Not just because of loyalty, but fear as well. So when the hunter told him to lure one of the foxes back he did.

The youngest of the foxes was lured into a snare and skinned alive, and the the dog was sent off again to retrieve the rest, not even receiving any praise for a job well done.

The hunter had better things to do than hunt foxes himself. He had his eyes on a lynx who’s head would make a great addition to his trophy wall.

The dog begrudgingly led his friend into the woods full of traps, unable to even look back as he heard the bear trap clamp shut.

The hunter beat the dog for his mistake, for the fox’s pelt had been ruined. He had been entirely cut in half by the trap leaving nothing worth saving.

The dog returned to the woods the next day, finding a trail of bloodied snow and footprints from the trap, the back half of the fox remaining where it had been the day before, with the front gone entirely. Unwilling to see what happened to the fox he had held so dear, the three legged dog simply continued his mission, bringing the last fox into the woods. He was an older one, with a mate, and kits on the way, but the dog knew if he were spared the dog himself would not be.

The dog led the fox to the cabin, and his master shot him through the head.

Soon after this, the hunter found himself dragged into a cave by a wolf, as if the creature were trying to punish him for the slaughter. He fell into a pit and could not get out.

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What led to this point mattered not, all that mattered now was that what stood before the hunter was his own wounded dog, the spark of loyalty now missing in his eyes, a wolf, presumably the one that took him there, the headless lynx, and three foxes, two missing their skin, one with a hole in his head, one a kit, and one dragging himself along the ground with his back half missing.

Wether his dog had lost another leg, the fox joined the dog in his goal to make his master come back by hunting for him and piling the animals he killed up on the doorstep, wether the fox had taken back the bodies to put them to rest or helped kill more only to go off and play with the dog afterwards, regardless of if the fox had helped his brother return home with his memories that had been scrambled with the bullet or had killed some great protector of the animals, it really mattered not.

All that mattered was before him stood those he had wronged.

At first the hunter managed to beat them, but with only a few words barked by the fox dragging himself on the ground the tides were turned and the hunter soon bled out due to his wounds, his evil finally stopped from leeching out and hurting more people.

As he took his final breaths he watched as the fox that had united them all to beat them said his goodbyes as each of his friends ascended the mountains looking for greener pastures, seemingly restored to what they once were. H watched the distress in his mangy old dog’s face as the fox told him that he truly couldn’t come. 

It took some convincing, with the fox promising that the wolf would stay by the dogs side. As the dog and wolf ascended the mountain, the hunter could see it was not a wolf at all, but the back half of a fox that had been pretending to be something else.

I’m front of him, the fox finally bled out and was at peace, as the hunter took his final breath.

And with that, the animals of the woods would forever be safe from the cursed hunter that was Dr Henry Miller.

(Notes: If you can guess all the symbolism and stuff you get a digital cookie.)

[partnersatfazbear]

Sketchbook Pages 41, 42 (according to my notes)

Hope you guys are enjoying all these double uploads of art and fanfic =XD I’m just really wanting to leave yall with something to tide yourselves over!

To give some background info, I’ve been: drawing a lot of anatomy, especially legs; drawing a lot of non-FNAF fan art (because I’ve been playing old games as a comfort mechanism--I am absolutely miserable without my things and it sucks)

Page 41: I scribbled a lot of notes... Spoilers for RS Chapter... 17? Some fluff, some crazy!Will. I drew his face upside down and like... ya know without turning the paper, and it came out pretty creepy. I hate it XD I reread RS and I just really love William talking to the Spring Bonnie head. I’d probably watch an entire movie of him just crazy rambling, venting, and crying over this inanimate thing he loves. It’s really where you can tell William has gone off the deep end. Even though this was an idea I had originally, I’m glad that TSE’s actually reinforced the idea somewhat. Rewatching FNAF 6 again cuz why not... my wife and I always joke that Henry would encourage Mike to purposely fuck up the Scraptrap salvage mini-game. XD Drew a little comparison of my Mike and William, since they are very similar. The top drawings were done in a pen I prefer, but I misplaced it (like always) and had to switch to a more liquid pen and... well, my sketches get super sloppy with it since the heavier ink tends to dab and smear. I drew this spoiler sketch for Sammy and the AlmagAfton and was wondering where I got the inspiration from (pretty sure it was End of Evangelion. I’ve been biding my time waiting for my wife’s vacation to watch Evangelion 4.0 and it sucks waiting. End of Evangelion, which 4.0 is a recreation of, happens to be in like my top 3 anime films of all time, so...) ANYWAY, I decided to give CEO!Sammy a rabbit... he names it PJ... I very very much picture him like a Bond villain and that’s OK. =:) Oh, the random girl in the center is my personal OC. I wanted to draw her in the night guard uniform >>; She’s a cop in my universe, anyway...

Page 42: The top left has some scraps from other pages (you aren’t missing anything, I was doing non FNAF comic page planning underneath). These were done in pencil, hence the shade difference. Drawing faces and emotions is a huge comfort for me.Like I said before, I reread RS and it’s such a shame Elizabeth and Charlotte didn’t hang out more “on screen”, as I think Charlotte would be this quiet, mature type; Elizabeth is an impulsive and stubborn type (like their old men, I guess). So, like, Elizabeth could get Charlotte to open up more and Charlotte could teach Elizabeth some manners XD There’s a small sketch in the center of a (badly drawn) William for the scene when the Mangle prototype briefly comes to life due to the dog remnant. It’s a creepy scene in the story, even if the theory is universally hated now. It’s not something I believe, really, but I NEEDED it to happen so William could discover Remnant. There’s more angry William and a few more sketches of CEO!Sammy. I really have fun drawing him and I was refining the idea from the previous page. He’s one of many posessed by Glitchtrap, so I tried to show that... (Also, it bothers me that he looks like Rasputin from Devil Summoner: Raidou Kuzunoha 1, BUT its fine. I’ll deal with it.) Please ignore my Aerith sketches. Since my PS4 HDMI died and I can’t get it repaired and I can’t find/afford a PS5 and I haven’t experimented with remote play as a back up yet, I can’t replay FFVIIR, so I’m playing FFVII on my Switch again. Aerith is probably my favorite character of all time, so...

As you guys may have guessed I’m really revving up on inspiration to try and finish Truth Seeker... I think I will be posting more of it soon as the final two chapters of RS come out.

If you like my work, please reblog it, share it, or at least comment and let me know what you loved =:) I really wanna cater more to you guys, but I have no idea where to begin!

[samandmaxanotherway]

[WARNING: This does have flashing lights/strobe-like effects. Please watch with caution!]

Exactly a year ago from today, the concept of the Another Way Verse was born. The fanfiction, "Another Way", was very much one of my biggest personal accomplishments, and I'm incredibly proud of its development, which is why I decided it deserves a proper anniversary gift in the form of this video!

If you haven't heard of the Another Way Verse but are interested, you can check out the still on-going series right here.

[notchesandbullets]

BNHA: Saving Her (Ojiro Mashirao x Wolf!Reader) Masterlist

"You're safe now." He murmured into your hair as he held your trembling form, his sturdy tail wrapping around your waist and tightening to let you know that you weren't alone. "I've got you."

You were captured by Quirk Traffickers a long time ago. Abandoned by your parents, you bounced from owner to owner until you finally were presented with an opportunity to escape. Taking it without question, that's when you ran into him.

You're taken in by Aizawa and allowed to stay. Protected by your new family and friends, you're finally allowed to experience life to its fullest.

Contains reluctant Aizawa to soft Dadzawa, annoying brother Shinsou, pure Eri-chan, bakugou's notorious cursing, sweet and innocent fluff between reader-chan and Ojiro. First friend Ojiro to best friend and then lover. Featuring the rest of Class 1-A and them acting like hooligans.

This was supposed to be a 2k word oneshot but look what happened. credits for the anon who wanted a oneshot of ojiro giving reader a gift that spurred on this entirely self-indulgent fanfic xD ive been working on this for a month.

Barely any angst, mostly fluff overload because i couldnt help myself.

Word Count so far: 78k

Part 1 :  Crashing into Ojiro, Room Competition, meeting Class 1-A and Aizawa, who has some bad news for you when you’re discovered. (7k)

Part 2 :  Aizawa’s reluctant dad side kicks in when he sees you’re clearly distressed, fast friends with Midoriya, fluff with the girls of 1-A, Todoroki and Sato. (5.7k)

Part 3 :  Reuniting with Ojiro, protective Sero and Shoji, Aizawa’s temporary guardianship, Koda’s adorable rabbit and naptime. (4.8k)

Part 4 : Surprising them at school, Principal Nezu’s arrangement, Ojiro’s determination when it comes to anything concerning your health and safety. (4.2k)

Part 5 : Mall trip with the girls plus Kaminari, Shoji and Ojiro as you’re all followed by your scruffy homeroom teacher that would much rather sleep than chaperone you all. It’s not exactly what you expected when you’re cornered the second you’re left alone. (5k)

Part 6 : Shopping for clothes, food court and boba experience served with Ashido’s endless shipping and topped off with an incredibly protective Dadzawa. (5.8k)

Part 7 : Returning to Heights Alliance, Bakugou vs you, movie night at the dorms!! (3.8k)

Part 8 :  A kind gesture for Aizawa gone wrong, compensated for with a ton of fluff and shenanigans by the big three. Aizawa also being 100% done with Yamada. (4k)

Part 9 : Playdate with Ojiro’s little sister. You calling Aizawa ‘Dad’ for the first time. (4.3k)

Bonus Chapter : Clinginess (0.9k)

Part 10 : Class 1-A has a habit of spoiling you with presents of all kinds, Ojiro wants his gift for you to be special. His younger sister gives him an idea. (3.8k)

Part 11 : Internship with Hound Dog, Aizawa’s totally not jealous. You and Shinsou get along great, except when you don’t. Kayama and Yamada’s endless teasing of Aizawa who’s turned into a total dad to you both. Heavily inspired by the picture included. (4.7k)

Part 12 : The day for the Provisional Licensing Exam has arrived!! You attend to spectate along with your dad, when he runs into an old colleague of his. Aizawa gets reassured that he’s not a terrible father. Then, an unknown threat turns into an unexpected surprise (feat Todoroki) when a tuff of grey fur shows up. Class 1-A is chaotic and it’s even worse when you’re in the mix. (8.4k)

Part 13 :  After Aizawa gets hurt, you and Shinsou speed over to the hospital to make sure he’s okay and yell at him for worrying you like that. Ojiro tags along to give his support as well as check in on the four of his classmates that were hurt in the yakuza fight. A week later, Aizawa brings you in, hoping that you can connect with the little girl that they rescued and encourage her to eat something. He didn’t expect it to go so well but now he has one more little joy to look after. (6.7k)

Part 14 : Shinsou receives some surprising news, Eri-chan is adorable and Aizawa is 100% a proud dad. When you get back to Heights Alliance, Hagakure and Ashido have got a few tricks up their sleeves to push you and Ojiro together. Contains hints of all the ships: Kaminari x Jirou, Kirishima x Mina, Todoroki x Midoriya, Asui x Tokoyami. And a riveting game of truth or dare is finally enough for you and Ojiro to face the truth of the reason why your hearts beat so fast when you’re around each other. (9.9k)

[camodielsart]

Mike Trying to be a Good Dad (short story for St. Michael’s Son)

ok so since ppl do like my St. Michael’s Son fanfic, I decided to do a little one-off side fic while i still write chapter 6. also seeing fanworks of this has kinda given me inspiration so i just had to

michael and lil lucifer au belongs to brightgoat

vazar belongs to me

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Michael usually never took breaks; in fact, he wasn’t allowed to take breaks. Demons don’t quit wreaking havoc on humanity; therefore, he should not. Recently, however, things were changing. He knew his son, Vazar, had been sneaking out to explore the woods. He had even caught him a few times but never wanted to let the child know. Although this frequently gave him stress, he trusted the kid not to be seen and noticed how careful the boy was when out. Now that he thought of it, his son must be bored at home. He has a dog, but even when Michael was a child, he would like to spend time with his siblings. He thought for a little while; he had finished his current mission. He could go back up and get his next but… no one would know, and he did have his angels do the same tasks as he so… maybe once wouldn’t be too bad. 

“Ok, Roch, Dad is out of sight, we can go and see if there are any cool trails to explore!” The little pup barked in agreement as Vazar took him in his arms and made his way towards the empty fireplace.

Click.

Vazar froze, was that the door? He slowly looked behind him as the door creaked open, revealing… “Dad?! W-why are you back so soon?” The small half-blood was a bit shaken from almost being caught sneaking out.

“Well,” Michael began, closing the door behind him, “I had gotten work done a lot quicker than anticipated, so I decided to… spend some time with my son.”

A big smile spread across Vazar’s face, “Really?” His tail was wagging back and forth.

“Yes,” Michael crouched down so he could be on the same level as his son, “I thought you and I could play a game I used to play when I was your age.” His son looked at him in curiosity. “It’s called ‘Hide n Seek.”

“‘Hide n Seek?’ How do you play?” Vazar titled his head.

“One person closes their eyes and counts to ten while the other players go and hide. Once the Seek finishes counting, they have to go out to find the others,” the angel explained, “What do you say? Sound fun?” 

“Yeah! Yeah!!” the little half-blood was hopping in excitement. For once his dad wanted to play with him!

Seeing his son so happy gave him warmth in his normally cold heart, “Alright, let’s go outside then. There are more hiding places there than in here.”

“Really? Outside? Yay!!” Vazar cheered, “Can Roch play, too?”

“Of course,” Michael would always give dogs a place in games, no matter what! 

He guided his son and his pup out the cabin, “Alright, I’ll count, and you two go and hide,” Michael said before covering his eyes and began to count, “One… Two… Three…”

Vazar giggled as he trotted towards the brush, Roch in tow. Softly to the pup, “You think he’ll find us in here?” Roch titled his head. “Nah you’re right, too obvious,” Vazar looked around. He could hear his dad get closer to the magic number.

“Five… six… seven…”

Vazar looked around faster, “We have to find a spot fast!” Then he looked up, “There!” He picked up the pupper and quickly climbed up the tree, hiding behind its leaves and branches, “This is perfect, Dad doesn’t know I can climb,” the mixed-blood whispered. Roch looked at him with his tail wagging.

“Eight… Niiiine…” Michael took a long pause before, “Ten! Ready or not, here I come!” He uncovered his eyes and began looking around for the two youngsters. “Oh, where, oh, where could they be? Maybe behind the bushes?” the angel moved the foliage aside, revealing nothing, “Nope, not there. Maybe behind… the tree!” He swung around the tree, again revealing nothing, “My you are very good at hiding, huh?”

Vazar tried his hardest not to giggle and give away his spot. He felt so proud that his dad couldn’t find him. He felt like he could be as stealthy as his warrior father! Roch was still in his arms, wagging his tail and let out a happy bark. “Shh! We’re hiding! We can’t give away our spot, or Dad will win.”

“Was that a dog I hear?” Michael looked up to where the woof came from. A particular brown tail was draped over a branch, almost blending in. He acted as if he didn’t notice the tail and slowly made his way to a nearby tree, “Now where did that little bark come from?”

Vazar let out a sigh in relief, “That was close, Roch. You hafta stay quiet or-”

“I may find you,” Michael had climbed up just to the base of a thick branch.

“Aaah!!” The small kid and dog yelped, jolting from the sudden chime in.

“Aw sorry there, Vazar, I didn’t mean to scare you,” He lifted himself so he could sit next to his son.

“Aw, you found us! I thought you wouldn’t think to look up here.”

“Well, I knew you were able to climb,” said Michael.

“You did!?” Vazar was surprised, “How?”

“You once gave me a heart attack when I could find you and then looked up, seeing you had climbed your way up on the ceiling beams,” looking back at the memory, the angel had not anticipated how crafty his son would turn out to be.

“Really?” Vazar smiled, letting out a giggle, “I was always up to something.”

“Yeah…” Michael started reliving all the times he had to find the reasons why he was gone for various meetings and missions, “You kept me busy the first few years… Anyway, it’s getting a bit late. How about we go back inside and… I can read you that book you like so much?”

“Peter Rabbit!” Vazar climbed down the tree with Roch, scampering happily towards the cabin, “Come on, Dad!” Michael let a small smile invade his lips. He wished he could always be like this, but in reality, it was too dangerous to do it once. He didn’t want to trail in this line of thought for much longer. His son wanted a storytime, and so the angel got down from the tree and made his way to the small home.

[cookiedoughmeagain]

Haven fanfic

Inspired by a conversation in the Haven discord. Duke and Nathan get hit by an animal transformation Trouble. Cuteness ensues.

“Hey I think there’s a ….” Duke stopped on his way into Audrey and Nathan’s office, distracted by an odd ‘POPPP!!’ sound behind him. He turned around to where Stan had been, and found a small and slightly startled-looking pony in his place.

“An animal transformation Trouble, yeah,” Audrey finished his sentence without stopping to look up from the paperwork she was frantically rifling through. “We think Nathan might be …”

‘POPPP!!’

They both looked over to the other side of the room. Nathan had been standing behind his desk flicking through more paperwork and now he was … not.

“Nathan?” Audrey cried.

They ran round either side of Nathan’s desk to find his clothes in a pile on the floor. Something was moving frantically inside the fabric. Duke reached out carefully to pull a shirt out of the way and jumped back in surprise when a startled rabbit appeared from underneath it. The rabbit launched itself away from them in alarm, darting this way and that for a while in the small space available to it, before finally retreating to a corner where it continued shaking in apparent fear.

“Nathan?” Audrey asked gently.

“It must be him, right?” Duke replied. “But why’s he so …?” he finished the question with a little panicked mime.

As the rabbit looked this way and that, his whiskers caught on the wall and he jumped in alarm, cowering away from it as though bitten.

“He felt that,” Audrey realised. “This Trouble must have turned off his old one. He can feel again and everything must feel completely strange. I’d be freaking out too.”

“Detective, the Principal is on the phone for you,” Rafferty called through the increasing chorus of animal noises outside the office.

“Ah!” Audrey jumped up, startling Nathan further. “I have to take this, that’s who we were trying to get hold of. Just try to calm him down and Do Not let him go anywhere,” Audrey told Duke sternly.

“How am I supposed to …?” Duke asked in ineffective protest.

Audrey called out a “Thanks,” as she went and shut the door firmly behind her.

Duke turned back to the rabbit, to Nathan. “Hey, buddy. It’s gonna be fine. Audrey’s gonna fix it.” He held out a hand cautiously, trying to remember if he knew anything at all about rabbits and deciding that, no, no he did not. He watched Nathan shake for a moment, shivering as though cold or - more likely - completely overwhelmed by a flood of new sensations. He was a small rabbit, with a mix of white and light grey fur; evidently appearance did not follow through from human to animal. The only thing that looked remotely like Nathan were the bright blue eyes. Otherwise, he was soft and fluffy, with floppy ears that looked like they might get in the way if he were trying to do anything besides hide in a corner. His nose twitched and his eyes darted warily around him but for the most part it looked like he was trying to move as little as possible.

Duke moved his hand a bit closer, and thought perhaps the scared shaking was slowing slightly, and that maybe the twitching little rabbit nose directed itself towards Duke’s hand. “You smell something?” Duke wondered. “What do I smell like, huh? Engine oil? Kitchen grease?” He kept talking, soft and low, assuming that Nathan couldn’t understand him but knowing that tone of voice was important with dogs, so maybe it would help here too. He kept his voice calm, and his breathing calm, and then he reached out slowly to carefully run his hand over the rabbit’s ears and along his back in a gentle stroke.

-

Audrey spent longer on the phone with the Principal and talking to Rafferty than she expected, but by the time she returned to the office she thought she knew who the Troubled person was. She opened the door carefully, in case there was a frightened rabbit behind it, so was pleasantly surprised to find that both Duke and Nathan-the-rabbit were now on the sofa, Nathan on Duke’s lap. The shaking seemed to have slowed and the rabbit looked a lot calmer, Audrey thought. Duke had one hand resting against the rabbit’s side, the other making long slow strokes over his back. Audrey took a moment to watch, slightly calmed herself just by the sight of Duke’s careful fingers in the soft rabbit fur. His hands were almost as long as the rabbit was, she noted, and Nathan in bunny form really was rather adorable when you stopped to look. She shook herself out of it - this was a serious Trouble that had already put two people (and three currently-animals) in the hospital, she didn’t have time to enjoy the view.

“OK, I’m pretty sure this is the Troubled person,” she told Duke, brandishing a piece of paper with an address written on it. “I’m going to go speak to them now.”

Duke nodded and held a finger briefly to his lips before replying in a much calmer tone of voice than hers. “OK.”

“Is he … himself?” Audrey asked, quietly.

Duke looked down at the rabbit. “Pancakes are a terrible breakfast food,” he said.

The rabbit huffed through its nose and shook its head once, annoyed.

Audrey took that as a yes. “Nathan I am going to fix this. OK? I’m going to find the person with the Trouble now, and I am going to fix this, alright? You two just … stay there.”

-

It took her longer than she’d hoped, but a little while later Audrey made her way back through town, watching various different animals turn back into various different people, most of them apparently none the worse for the experience. She walked through the station and said hello to Stan, now back in his uniform and busy checking how many of HPD were currently animal-shaped, then she made her way on towards her office.

“OK we should be all good, people are turning back, it might just take a little while before … it gets … everyo...,” Audrey’s sentence faded as she closed her office door behind her. She had expected to find Duke still on the sofa with Nathan still on his lap. One or both of them possibly asleep, but probably still there. She hadn’t been gone that long.

But all that was on the sofa now was Duke’s shirt and a broken pile of necklaces. In the middle of the office sat a big cat - a panther maybe? Or no - a cougar, pale brown with darker fur around its eyes as though wearing the neatest eyeliner imaginable. It sat up as she came in, looking not-at-all surprised to see her and really quite pleased with itself.

“Duke?” Audrey asked, amazed.

Duke-the-cat turned around to look down at Nathan-the-rabbit next to him, who now hardly seemed to be shaking at all. Duke leant down towards the rabbit, stuck out his big cat tongue and licked the side of Nathan’s face with enough friendly force that the rabbit nearly toppled over.

“Nathan?” Audrey stepped forwards concerned at the effect such enthusiastic grooming might be having on the tiny rabbit. Nathan righted himself easily though, and looked at her with a little nod. Duke put a large paw on Nathan’s other side in a kind of hug, and Nathan leaned into the contact, not at all startled now.

“Well OK then!” Audrey replied with a laugh. “Good job boys!” She sat down on the sofa, tired from all the running around town. “I can’t believe all it took for you two to stop snarking at each other was to get turned into animals. Actual animals,” she repeated to herself, surprised. She probably shouldn’t be surprised by this town any more, but there was always something. They should be turning back into their human selves soon, she would just rest here for a little while. No one would mind if she closed her eyes for a moment, surely.

A moment later she felt more than heard the big cat move up to her, and opened her eyes in time to see it carrying the rabbit carefully, as though Duke were the mother cat and Nathan one of his kittens. Duke dropped Nathan gently on Audrey’s lap, where he hopped up a little closer to her and rested his head against her hand. Duke jumped up on the sofa next to her and curled up with his heavy cat head warm on her knee.

Audrey reached out to scratch both of them behind the ear, amused as both of them leant into her touch at the same time. “You’re both so soft,” she told them. “I could get used to this; fluffy bunny and big cat snuggles. We’ll just stay here until you turn back,” she decided.

Nathan bristled slightly at being called a bunny, but the way Audrey was stroking his head meant he was inclined to forgive her. Audrey leant back and closed her eyes, and after a moment heard what she suddenly realised must be the sound of a big cat purring.

It hadn’t been the best start to the day, but there could have been a lot worse ways for it to end.

[boxoftheskyking]

Something Good, Part Fourteen

This chapter was so hard, you guys. I hope it kind of works. If it doesn’t, feel free to write your own version. That’s what fanfic’s for, after all.

In which Wei Wuxian experiences A Reckoning

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen

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Wei Wuxian sits in the dark, under a tree, and tries to meditate. Inhale (he knows, he knows, he knows). Exhale (a low buzzing, a rushing like wind through the Burial Mounds).

There must be order. He cannot shake apart, he can’t be driven mad, he’s not that wounded, starving boy anymore. He will approach it like a complicated talisman he wants to recreate. Break things down.

Lan Wangji knows. It stands to reason that the rest of Gusu Lan knows—or at least the Sect Leader and Grandmaster. And they agreed to his punishment, bore him as a shame to the sect. Made him a commoner.

You made yourself a commoner. A cultivator without a core is no cultivator, therefore not nobility, therefore common. That’s the mathematics of it. Who took your core away? You did.

So what’s the problem, really? The Lan Sect has broken nothing, betrayed nothing. They have treated Wei Wuxian as a villain, deemed him a villain based on all the information possible.

The Lan clan are learned, virtuous, just. Lan Wangji is learned, virtuous, just. And if Lan Wangji sees him as a villain, then…

Then he’s a villain. Fine. He doesn’t mind being the villain. It doesn’t mean he’s evil, it means—

It means you were wrong.

A night bird screams somewhere behind him, and he flinches.

There it is. There’s the nerve. 

Under everything, every laugh, every tease, every clever sidestep, the root of it all is this unshakeable belief that he is right. He can play anyone because he knows something they don’t—that Wei Wuxian is always right. Even after everything he’s been through, he hasn’t had any regrets, because what he did was right. He saved his brother, he defended himself. That was right.

And raising an army of corpses, and cultivating as far down the dark path as you could before they caught you, all of that was right?

He never needed to be a hero, a genius, a beauty. Anytime someone flattered and admired him when he was younger, it never felt right, felt like an itchy shirt in the wrong size. It wasn’t flattery you wanted. You never needed anything from outside. You’ve just always needed to be right. 

And be honest—the voice inside him spits it at him like venom—the whole time you’ve worked here, lived as a servant, it’s not the dishonor or the work that hurts you. They want you shamed, but you aren’t, not really. It’s that it wasn’t your idea. If you’d just decided to walk away, gone to live as a farmer somewhere, wouldn’t you have been proud of yourself? Wei Wuxian, who fooled them all. Wei Wuxian who walked away.

His hackles raise, his mind springing so typically to its own defense. (What else was I to do? What would they do, if they were in my place?) But the root of that defense, the “what else could I do”—it still comes back to his fucking pride.

He doesn’t like to look at that inner spine of pride. Never has. (I never needed anything from anyone.) The defensive voice is small, but stronger, finding its feet. (How can I be proud if I never needed anything from anyone?)

That makes it worse, the venom leaks from between his teeth, over his lip, staining his skin with invisible truth. So proud that you never valued anything outside your own mind. The only standards that matter are your own.

(It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t have a choice. Things just happened to me.)

It takes pride to be a martyr too, Wei Ying.

He’s been telling himself that all the ugliness inside him came from the Burial Mounds, came as the result of his sacrifice, but what if he’s been wrong? It was there earlier, the whole time. That horrible, vicious pride. The pride that made him take an extra beating, even though he knew it hurt Yanli and Uncle Jiang to watch. The pride that never let Jiang Cheng win, even when he saw how much he needed it. The pride that only ever let him tease Lan Wangji during that perfect summer, made him push and push and push beyond what any reasonable person could take, but never ask for what he wanted, never offer anything true. The pride that drove him to the edge of his abilities, raising corpses without provocation, testing the boundaries of what he’s capable of, just because he can. Just to see what’s possible. It’s a blade without a handle, this pride; it cuts him too.

(Attempt the impossible.) The defending voice is a child, learning the motto for the first time. (I didn’t have a choice, it’s how they raised me.)

Poor Wei Ying. Nothing is his fault. Nothing is ever, ever his fault. 

The whirlpool opens up inside him, an Abyss leading him down, down, howling in his ears. Creatures move around him in the dark woods, snapping branches, breathing in the dark. The venom voice grows like a dog inside his mind, and the child shrinks back, desperate for something to hide behind. He can’t breathe; his lungs are stone, his bones are iron, he’s going to sink into the earth and leave no trace behind, and no one will miss him.

Get up.

It’s not the defender, and it’s not the accuser. It’s familiar. It’s—

Get up, Wei Ying.

It’s Madam Xiao.

Get up, Wei Ying. There’s work to be done.

No, it’s Madam Yu. 

Get up, Wei Ying. You’re no good to anyone crying in the dark.

It’s Cangse Sanren.

Get up, Wei Ying. You’re still alive, aren’t you? You survived the ghost mountain, you climbed your way with bleeding feet to the top of a pile of corpses and conquered them all. And this is where you give up? What, will you be chewed to death by rabbits? Get up, you silly boy.

Wei Wuxian gets up.

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He is rolling up his one spare shirt and pair of trousers when Lin Biming finds him. If he’s surprised to see the bag on the bed in front of him, he doesn’t show it.

“Where will you go?” he asks, and in the half-light of the empty sleeping quarters he looks old, sad.

“Wherever you like. Send me anywhere, sell me off, trade me for someone competent. Someone who doesn’t scorch the laundry, eh, Master Lin?”

Lin Biming doesn’t smile back. 

“Surely another sect would take me. It’s not fair that Gusu bears this shame alone. The Grandmaster was right about that.”

Lin Biming goes to a chest in the corner and pulls out an extra blanket. He rolls it neatly and holds it out. Wei Wuxian takes it and turns to pack it away, blinking hard against the sweetness of it.

“I—” he starts, but he’s cut off.

“I’ll need to speak to the Sect Leader. If I just let you go, that’s a diplomatic issue.”

“Of course.” There’s so much more to say, to apologize for. The man deserves an explanation, but Wei Wuxian can’t think of where to begin.

“Get yourself some leftover dinner from the kitchen. I’m not sure how long your trip will be.”

Wei Wuxian slings the bag over his shoulder and follows him out the door. He tries not to think about the weight of little Lan Sizhui on his back as he ducks away towards the kitchen. Before he can enter, a hand grabs his elbow.

“Wei-qianbei?”

“Wen Ning? What are you doing here?”

“The little ones can’t sleep, so I wanted to find you. Why do you have a bag?”

Wei Wuxian looks around, but can’t find a way to stall. Take the pain, you’ve earned it.

“I have to leave.”

Wen Ning’s eyes go wide and round, his dear little mouth falling open. “Why? Did we— What did we do wrong?”

Wei Wuxian throws his arms around him. “Nothing, nothing at all. Never, ever, ever. It’s all big world things, nothing to do with you.”

“But we need you.” Wen Ning’s hands grasp the back of his shirt. “Please, you can’t leave.”

“I’m sorry.” It’s like being cut open again, things removed from inside his chest. “Wen Ning, I—”

“You have to say goodbye to them.” Wen Ning lets him go and steps back, jaw set.

“I can’t.”

“You have to. None of the others ever said goodbye. But you’re different, right? You have to be different. For the little ones, at least. They won’t understand.”

“They’ll forget soon enough. And you have your jiejie. Isn’t that better? She’ll take care of you, and you’ll forget all about this one servant. It’ll be better with her. Aren’t you glad she’s here now?”

I’m right, I’m right, agree with me.

“I am, but . . .” Wen Ning’s brow is furrowed, his shoulders slumping. “I didn’t think, when she got here, I didn’t think I’d have to choose.”

Wei Wuxian opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. Wen Ning nods once, growing a year in that one gesture, and leaves. Wei Wuxian is numb, no feeling in his fingers, no heartbeat.

He stumbles away from the kitchen (away, away, away echoing in his mind), heading for the main path down the mountain. Lin Biming can find him here, or they can send guards to capture him, he just needs to keep walking. His skin is nailed to the wall of the kitchen, and every step pulls another inch of it away.

He’s just stepped out under the trees when he hears “WEI WUXIAN” shouted with a full burst of spiritual energy, echoing and reverberating off the stone beneath him. Sparks fly past his ears and he freezes, shocked out of his despair.

He turns around gingerly to find Wen Qing staring him down, her hair loose and one red robe hurriedly thrown over her sleeping clothes. A few white clad figures are hurrying down the path behind her, but Wei Wuxian can’t look away from the fury on her face.

“Wen Qing?”

“You’re leaving?”

“I have to. After what you said. They know, and I can’t stay here if they know and it makes no difference.”

“What difference is it supposed to make? What does it matter?” He’s never heard her so angry, and the part of him that isn’t legitimately frightened is downright proud. 

He can see the figures behind her now, Lin Biming, Lan Xichen, and Lan Wangji.

“Just let me go, Wen Qing. It’s fine. I was only ever going to get in the way—”

“You made my little brother cry!” she bellows, and a hot wind blows his hair back from his face.

Lan Xichen reaches out to touch her arm gently.

“Lady Wen, if I may?” He turns to Wei Wuxian, looking tired but patient. “Wei Wuxian, I understand that today was difficult. Wen Chao’s reaction was . . . regrettable. And if you cannot stay in Cloud Recesses, we respect your wishes. You have more than earned that.”

Wei Wuxian stares at him, confused. “It’s not about today.”

“It’s not?”

“All this time, I—” Wei Wuxian looks around at all of them, at a loss for words. “All this time I thought you didn’t know the truth. About my golden core. I thought if you did, then you might— but I was wrong. And I don’t know what that mean; I don’t know what I am anymore; I don’t know what I’m good for, and I can’t figure that out here.”

“Why not?” It’s Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian covers his face and groans into his hands. Because of you, and the way you’re looking at me right now, because your hands are so big and warm and your eyes are so soft, and none of it means anything, and I can’t handle it.

“We all know you lost your golden core,” Lan Xichen says gently. 

“You can’t tell Jiang Cheng.” He’s a moment away from falling to his knees. “Please, you owe me nothing, but please. It will destroy him.”

“I don’t understand,” Lan Xichen sounds like he is really, truly trying. “What does Jiang Wanyin have to do with—”

“Because he’s the one who has it!”

“Wei Ying,” Wen Qing says, grabbing his hands. “I’ve told no one. I swore to you I wouldn’t.”

“But you said—”

“I swore to you.”

“You said he knows. You told me that Lan Zhan knows.” His hands are the only real part of him, tethered by hers. The rest of him is smoke, looking for a shape, a container, floating around as nothing. His vision is blurry, like the moment before fainting.

“Wei Ying.” She grabs his face and shakes him a little. “I meant that he knows how you feel about him. I thought that’s what you were saying. Everyone knows. You’d have to be a blind fool not to.”

The complete reversal of Wei Wuxian’s entire life is interrupted by a quiet gasp to his right. 

“How Wei Ying feels . . . about me?” Lan Wangji is staring at him, eyebrows furrowed.

Wen Qing sighs. “And clearly I was wrong anyway.”

“And clearly,” Lan Xichen says, “there is information we are lacking.”

Wen Qing looks over at him for a long moment, then nods. “Wei Ying, it’s time to tell them.”

“Can I sit down?” He doesn’t wait for a response before he drops down into the dirt, legs kicked out like a half-crushed spider. Lan Wangji rushes over to kneel beside him, one hand hovering an inch away from his forehead.

“Are you all right?”

“You’re not the doctor,” Wei Wuxian says faintly. “She is.”

“Is he sick?” Lan Wangji asks the others.

Wen Qing smacks Wei Wuxian’s face gently. “He’ll be fine. Wei Ying, I’m going to talk to Lan Xichen. You talk to Wangji.”

“I don’t know how.”

“You invented a new type of cultivation while living off corpse potatoes and carrion. You’ll figure it out.”

Without another word, she turns to Lan Xichen and nods, gesturing him back up the path. Lin Biming, looking as stressed as ever, grabs Wei Wuxian’s bag and hurries after them.

“I guess I’m staying,” Wei Wuxian says, and somehow that sets him off laughing. “I think I’m going mad.”

“What did you mean. Wei Ying. When you said ‘he has it.’ What did you mean?”

Finally, Wei Wuxian’s eyes focus, and he can’t stop a smile at Lan Wangji’s worried face. How strange that he used to think he had no expression.

“I don’t think I can stand up right now, Lan Zhan. Will you sit by me?”

Lan Wangji doesn’t hesitate, he sits down in the dirt, white robes and all. They must make an absurd picture, white and grey sprawled out on the path like cast off clothing.

“Lan Zhan, I’m going to tell you a story. But you have to promise—”

“I promise.”

“Ah, Lan Zhan! You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

“It doesn’t matter. I promise.”

The promise is a building. A house for him to live in. He stops drifting and feels the ground underneath him, and then he begins.

Part Fifteen

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@lifeofkaze said:

5, 11, 16 and 32, there are so many great questions! 💛

 Well....umm....Tumblr went stupid on me and only posted the first line :))) so here I go again I guess XD Thank you Tumblr, truly the best, smashing work. So sorry, the ask then went poof, so that’s why it’s now a normal post.

5. What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something?

There are some subjects that I will not read not even if you pay me money to do that because some things are just wrong and gross regardless of the genre, fandom. I will not get into details about them, but some subjects just rub me the wrong way.

11. How do you come up with your fic titles?

Well I wish there was a golden nugget of wisdom that I could give you, but no, they just come to me on the spot, both for the stories and also the chapter names.

 16. Do you research for your fics? If so, how deep of a rabbit hole have you gone down by accident when researching?

I do research, years, data all that good stuff, depending on what I am writing about. I find myself very focused when I read things and also when taking notes however if I go into the picture section, well that’s another story.

That’s where I get lost and cannot stay on track for the life of me. I go from things I need, to potential things I could use, to nothing that makes sense. I am so down the rabbit hole that I have met the entire family, baby rabbits and all, they all have names and I give them treats.

 32. Copy and paste your top three favorite lines/jokes/sentences you’ve ever written. What fics do they come from?

Three? Three? I have over 160k words in published stuff alone. Omfg how can I chose?

1.    Late Night Enchantments – HPHM Fandom (Talia and Talbott on a date where he asks her why chose him for a V-day date)

 "Because anyone won't do, anyone is easy and majority undeserving in my opinion." Lifting the glass, the rim touched her lips "I sow secrets onto my skin Talbott, suffocate under their scrutiny and burn anyone's words to ashes inside their mouths." lips parted slightly as he fed on the words she provided "I am so tired of running without a purpose and even if my reasons have nothing to do with you, something brought us together as partners."

 2.    What does the fox say? – YYH fandom (Kurama’s POV as Hana is mad about seeing him with another girl)

It stung, more than I had even phantom it would. Her eyes travelled to me, a weak smile clinging to her lips with its last breath as she spoke "See you next Tuesday sir" nodding her head to us both "Mam" as my eyes went wide. The line delivered was a word play, one she laughed over thinking it was one of the best passive-aggressive things that could be used at work. It actually went "C U Next Tuesday" resulting in her calling me a CUNT to my face.

3.    Romance my ego – YYH fandom one shot

"I will not lie and hide the fact that I have been in love before, looking back now I probably was in love more times that a normal person would or should be. From the first puppy dog love and admiration that sprung from my soul, I have been in love, all in different forms. Love is not a universal feeling, we all perceive it differently. Intensity, burning desire, scared scattered butterflies in our stomachs all are linked to some form of love. With you things come differently." his intense eyes scanned how my lips moved, choosing not to break character since we were in a rather crowded place, that fake faint smile making me wish I could smack it right off his pretty face.

Possessive, enchanting, alluring. The type of love that kills and revives you all at once. The smell of roses and the pain of thorns, oh how spicy you can be. The love of immortals.