#i blame all the amazing aus people keep making

[raisnkaine]

I'm rewatching rottmnt again and this fucker won't get out of my head so have a dumb doodle

And have some dnd character doodles too (I'm making a new character currently, a kobold named Atticus Creed)

[moonstruckme]

hello love! i know you probably a dumpster load of requests so i apologize for taking your time. but i just had a thought.; james potter is totally the kind of guy to tell his girlfriend he's taken when drunk. like that man is to loyal for his own good. even when his own gf is trying to bring to home, he's just like "no. i've got a girlfriend that I love DEARLY. leave me alone" and when she keeps trying he'd call for sirius for backup😭. don't feel guilty if you don't do this!! i just wanted to share my thought, with or without you writing it! have an AMAZING day or night, and keep being YOU!! you inspire many people whether you believe that or not, it stays true!!!

Thanks sweetheart, love you!

cw: alcohol

modern au

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 844 words

You find your boyfriend in a corner booth, hanging onto Sirius’ arm and waxing poetic about their school days. 

“They never figured out how we always avoided Minnie whenever she wanted to find us,” he snickers, eyes glimmering. “We were soooo slippery.” 

“I think she knew everything,” says Remus, taking a sip of his drink. You notice there’s not one in front of James; it must have been confiscated. “She just liked us—some of us, that is—” He hides a smirk behind his glass. “—well enough to let us get away with it all.” He spots you and, with a nod, turns his attention to Sirius to give you and James space. 

James humphs noncommittally, confused as to why Remus no longer seems to be entertaining him. 

You come up on his other side, touching his muscled shoulder lightly. “Hey.” 

James turns swiftly, clearing not having noticed you walking over. You’re expecting a smile and a hug and expectant, puckered lips—his usual greeting for you—but instead his eyes narrow behind his glasses, brows twitching together almost imperceptibly.

“Hello,” he says, somewhat stiffly. 

You feel your lips curve into a bemused sort of smile. “Hi, handsome. Ready to go home?” 

He guffaws. Actually guffaws, like you’ve just suggested he go jump in the Thames. “I think not,” he says. “I have a girlfriend.” 

A tiny laugh startles out of you. “Yeah, I’m aware. You alright?” 

Now he gives you a smile. Or his best attempt at one, but James has always been a terrible actor, and the false grin manifests as a grimace. “M’good, thanks.” 

He starts to turn back towards his friends, but you pull on his sleeve. 

“C’mon, Jamie,” you urge. “It’s time to go, yeah?” James turns around, looking truly scandalized now. You give his arm a tug. “Let’s go home.” 

“No,” he insists, firmer than you knew could be managed with a slur. “I told you, I have a girlfriend. She’s waiting at my home, ‘nd I love her very much. Leave me alone.” 

“James,” you laugh. “Honey, it’s me.” 

“Pads.” He turns around, wrapping his arm around Sirius’ shoulders like he needs to hold onto something lest you try and haul him away. “Pads, this woman is trying to take me home. Tell ‘er I have a girlfriend.” 

Your mouth drops open. “James!” 

Sirius turns slowly, raking his gaze over you. He raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Get lost, babe. This one’s taken.” 

Then he jolts and cuts a glare towards Remus, who sips from his drink innocently. “Be nice,” he reminds his boyfriend, foot moving back under his own chair. 

Sirius sighs, rolling his eyes. “Prongs,” he says with great reluctance, “this is your girlfriend.” 

Even drunk, James knows enough to be suspicious of his friend when he’s in a mischief-making mood. He squints at Sirius. “My girlfriend s’at home,” he reasons. 

“Your girlfriend is here,” Sirius says evenly, and you can’t blame James for his skepticism; if you weren’t fully aware that you are here, you wouldn’t trust Sirius’ deadpan stare either. 

“I texted her, James,” Remus says helpfully. “She’s here because I told her where we were.” 

Your boyfriend’s lips part, and he turns to you with something between joy and heartache—but the shock of both—written all over his face. “Sweetheart,” he cries, “it’s you!” 

“Yeah,” you laugh, letting him tug you forward by the hips into an awkward hug. You set a consoling hand on top of his head. “That’s what I was trying to tell you.” 

“My sweetheart,” he mumbles into your stomach. “I didn’t know it was you, angel. Of course I’ll go home with you.” 

“Glad to hear it.” You pat his back, heat rising to your cheeks at the display. 

James turns his head, still gripping you tightly so the side of his face is pressed to your front. “You texted her for me?” he asks Remus, maudlin.

“Well, I texted her because I didn’t feel like walking in the opposite direction of our flat to carry you home,” Remus says, then shrugs. “But for you too, sure.” 

“Thank you, Moony,” James croons. 

Remus turns to hide a smile, and you take James’ head in your hands, angling his face back up towards you. “Hi, handsome,” you try again. “Ready to go home?” 

He bobs his head happily, clambering out of his seat and whistling rowdily when you slip an arm around his waist to help support him. You wonder if the heat from your face could be harvested to power a hospital or something. You wave goodbye to his friends as James calls over your shoulder how much he’ll miss them until he sees them tomorrow. 

“M’so excited to go home, baby.” He leans into your side as you maneuver the both of you out the door of the pub. “I’ve been dying to get home to you. You should’a heard, earlier, I was talking to this other girl ‘nd I told her, ‘I’m just dying to get home to my girlfriend’.” 

“Yeah, I remember,” you say. “That was me.” 

“Oh, right!” 

[rakiah]

You and Epic!Anon's ideas for the Twst Epic AU has absolutely INFESTED my mind and I love it!!! It got me to listen to the musical (I put it off because I was worried I would get obsessed with it and you'll never guess what happened once I listened to it 💀) and it's been SUCH a delight!

I can so vividly see Leodysseus with Siren!Vilope not being tricked 1) because of the wax thing and 2) "my husband would never be this nice, you lying fishface" 😂

Anyway, I just wanted to thank you so much for your art and ideas, and Epic!Anon as well, you guys are so incredibly creative and talented! It's given me so much joy and inspiration ever since I first saw it and I'm beyond excited to see what you have planned!

Have a wonderful day, you amazing star, you 🦁 👑

Oh hi Pink! :D

Ohohoho I’m glad I can infest people enough to make them listening to the musical! I would have loved to follow the full odyssey of the musical cause it’s truly amazing how it has been created buuuut on the other hand, I’m glad I’ve dived into it when all the parts were released :’)))

Totally picturing that reaction in front of the Sirens hahaha If you don’t mind, I keep that in mind [wink]

We can’t blame him being that feral to come back home, eh.

Odysseus!Leona on a regular basis:

Have you seen my husband? Of course I’ll do everything I can to go back to home.

Thanks for your words 💕 and let’s hope I manage to picture the full cast! 💪

Wonderful day to you too, you gorgeous being 🫶✨

[phantomposting]

Ayo it's time for another half asleep sleep deprived prompt rant let's gooooo! Please excuse any typos or grammar errors I haven't slept more than 2hrs in the past 24hrs and I'm suffering from a hard-core bout of insomnia and a accidentally burned myself. But anyways let's get into the rant starting with trigger warnings!

TW: BLOOD, VOMIT, SICKNESS, FOOD INSECURITY, ABUSE

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So I have been absolutely obsessed with blood blossoms used in angst fics since I first joined the fandom. I also see them as a great way to make a fun sickfic or a amazing tool for darker fics to use to trap or harm our favorite boyo. I read.the most amazing blood blossom poisoning fic recently tho and it absolutely gave me the brain itch again to theorize more about blood blossom aus!

So in this au Tim Drake and Danny are dating they've been doing well for the most part but when Tim asks to meet Danny's parent's he's super avoident of it. It's been making Tim feel as if Danny doesn't see this as a serious relationship that or he's hiding something and Tim needs to figure out what.

Danny of course as Vlad's godson is the heir to his company even tho he definitely doesn't want it. Atleast getting dragged into rich people shenanigans led to Danny meeting his boyfriend whom he is absolutely head over heels for.

Tim keeps asking to meet his parents but Danny doesn't want them to ruin things. They don't even know how old he is anymore for Ancients sake. They've acted like he isn't even there since Jazz went to college Danny's had to fend for himself and them essentially turning into a bit of a parent/guardian for them. Paying bills, making sure they eat, ect. But he can only do so much and between it all he doesn't get much time or enough money to eat as often as he should. It's a real mess. He definitely doesn't want Tim seeing that and worrying either so he keeps coming up with excuses to make sure the Fenton parents never meet him or his family.

Vlad is super upset with Danny for getting so close with his biggest competition. He continously demands the boy behave and to dump that leech before he swipes all of Vlad's hard work from right under his nose. Danny could absolutely care less. The boy is really getting on Vlad's final nerve being his sweet Madeline's kid means nothing if he's just going to act like another Jack. The world absolutely needs no more Jack's in it.

Finally cutting his losses with this kid Vlad devises a plan to once and for all get rid of the little brat. He will take blood blossom extract and poison the useless heir of his at the next gala.

The ingredient tho extremely rare can be common for the super wealthy. It's always been quite the nuisance for him but now there's finally a perk to that damn flower. None will be the wiser the death will be ruled as either an allergic reaction to a rare ingredient the child had never encountered enough to know of or they'll learn of Daniel's ghost side and not anyone will care thinking a ghost had taken the poor kids place.

Vlad will get pity among his peers and possibly finally gain the chance to overshadow the Wayne's and finally take them out of the game once and for all. Maddie will blame Jack for such a accident vlad will be sure to make it so. With nothing left to hold her back and a newly loveless marriage she will finally turn to him they'll create a new family with the perfect son and nothing will stop him from living his happily ever after. It was the perfect plan in Vlad's mind.

So the next Gala comes around. Danny and Tim have a big and accidentally rather public argument about Danny's parent's and this leads Danny to storm off alone to try and cool off. This ends up being the perfect time for Vlad to corner the boy.

He gives Danny an ultimatum dump Tim and join him or else. Danny refuses. " oh nieve little badger... you really should have taken me up on the offer." He shakes his head as he pins the boy to the wall by the collar of his shirt and injects him with the poison.

Soon Danny is left alone curled in a writhing ball of pain upon the floor as the blood blossoms burn at his insides ripping him apart from inside to out. A silent ball of agony as he doesn't know what to do. He can't risk anyone finding out about his ghostly side not even Tim. He can't access his powers. He can't escape. All feels hopeless and he feels doomed to fade here.

Meanwhile Tim begins to get worried usually Danny takes a bit of time but he always comes back pretty quickly then both apologize for the argument and move on. Tim's definitely feeling pretty guilty for this one pushing him so hard. He just wants this relationship to be as normal as it can be. For once in his life he's having a pretty average civilian life and weirdly enough he's thriving with it. He understands tho that some people aren't on good terms with their parents but Danny always only ever really says nice things about his parents and its starting to make Tim feel like he's just not good enough to meet them.

But either way Tim begins to worry he drove Danny off so he goes to look for him to apologize for pushing him so hard. He wasn't really expecting to find Danny in a secluded room all alone curled up against a wall looking smaller than he's ever looked before. Almost looking as if he were hiding tears. It honestly broke Tim's heart to see him like this. Tim definitely wasn't expecting that when he started to apologize that Danny would look up at him with way too much blood to be okay dripping from his nose.

Danny was bleeding quite a bit. His eyes were unfocused and Lazarus green and absolutely filled with fear. Tears dripped down his far too pale cheeks as he tried to focus on Tim. His breathing was harsh and heavy and clearly pained. He looked as if he were in agony.

This immediately sends Tim into panic mode. Wtf happened while he was gone? How did he get into contact with Lazarus water?? Is his boyfriend dying??? Tim starts going into hero mode trying to figure out how to help Danny. They make a quick stealthy escape of the gala and Danny refuses a hospital trip. Tim won't push too hard cause clearly Lazarus water is somewhere in the mix.

So they go to the only person Tim can think of. Doctor Leslie! There's a lot of panic from everyone and delirious rambling from Danny until eventually they finally figure out he's been poisoned. Somehow miraculously they manage to cure said poison and save Tim's boyfriend.

Or so they think turns out they only really slow/pause the blood blossoms effects. Danny has extensive physical damage from the blood blossoms eating away at everything and Tim thinks Danny was poisoned with Lazarus water. He makes Danny stay with him in his apartment for awhile to monitor him and his condition and keep his eye out for the one that poisoned him and keep him safe.

Vlad makes a huge stink about Danny going missing leading to some big search for the missing heir. Its all a huge mess!

Slowly over time this sickfic with tons of sweet fluff moments and stuff would reveal why Danny isn't keen on introducing his parents to Tim. Tim would learn Danny's parent's are super neglectful and possibly downright evil judging by all the scars his poor boyfriend is left with. Not to mention he's far too thin! Thinner than Tim expected cause with his clothes on sure he looks rather slim but you would never guess the poor guynwas just skin and bone. Its deeply worrying.

There would be lots of moments where Danny is avoident on details and it only makes Tim's detective brain itch more for answers. Slowly but surely they learn aswell that Danny's body is never going to fully work the same either. Over time they even realize it's very Slowly worsening making them discover the blood blossom isn't fully cured.

Then comes the big search for a cure and Tim going full mama bird for his bf! We also get a slow ghost reveal, giw reveal, and reveal that Vlad's evil and Tim is absolutely going to rip that man apart for doing this to his poor boyfriend.

There's absolutely tons th8s fic could cover and it's absolutely dealer's choice on what and how they would want to cover it! I would absolutely go feral to see this prompt used :D you could even get into some league of assassin's chaos or giw chaos with everything else going on! The possibilities are endless :D

[shaampoo]

OMG!?!??! I WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS SONG (and AU), RIGHT NOW!!!

(By Lydia the bard

TINKERBELL VILLAIN SONG - Fall Little Wendy Bird Fall | Song by Lydia the Bard and Tony | Animatic

The title^)

First of all the cover art is AMAZING, Tink is SO pretty, the sparkle and lines on the wings, her grin, HER HAIR, HER EARS, HER DRESS,

Also, "Fall Little Wendy Bird Fall" is a great title

Now the video itself and its lyrics, i really REALLY want to just compliment every single frame of this video, its so beautiful, so well done, its like it was blessed by The Muses of greek mythology,

Okay so the lyrics at 0:45

"You dont seem to quite understand what is at stake,

This messed up little family that i had to make"

Not only is this line so beautiful with the way her voice sounds, its pretty much a nod to the fact Tink and her friends kidnapped peter pan and the lost kids to keep her and her friends alive

(0:55) \/

"If i could let them all go home please know that i would

But it'd do more harm than good"

Just Tink expressing her guilt that she and her friends kidnapped the lost boys so that they could keep existing, but like, JWHSEAJKHWED, she ofc doesn't want her or her friends to die, and since people are slowly not believing in fairies anymore, they're slowly going extinct, ALSO, Fawn and Silvermist are DEAD, so yeah, that messes with someones head

AAAALSOOOO, i LOVE their silhouettes, the height and weight differences instead of them all having the same height and weight like in the movies, plus, i LOVE that despite not looking like how they do in the movies, you can probably still tell who is who,

ALSO

Even if it wasnt intentional, i like how in kinda faraway shots, Tink has a more cuter roundish look, while in closer shots shes more edgy and more intimidating(? if that's the right word), kinda showing how others view her (kinda?) as a cute fairy, maybe underestimated, but yknow, close up, shes plotting to kill a child

(1:15)

I love how Tink is gesturing in this scene, cause 1. It conveys to the audience what she wants from the lost boys and 2. Canonically, when fairies talk, people usually just hear jingling of bells, so shes gesturing because shes also conveying what she wants to the lost boys

1:23

"Swear its nothing personal, its a necessary evil"

I just love this line because it is a necessary evil, she needs the lost boys and peter pan in neverland to believe in fairies so that they exist, and Wendy is pretty much a threat, since she makes the lost boys want to grow up with families,

Also, the lost boys look so cute in here, i cant remember their names tho, one is holding a slingshot, aiming at wendy, one is holding rocks , and one has a stick , so Tink just told these children to assassinate Wendy, or at least attack her.

1:35

I love how the kids explain that Tink make them do it, and Peter Pan just glares at Tink, and i love that I'm pretty sure that Peter isn't mad/doesnt blame the lost boys

As seen in this scene where Pete is smiling and stuff at the Lost Boys and/or at Wendy

1:55

I love how Tink refers to Wendy as a "Nasty little spark" because, a spark can turn into a fire, damaging a lot of stuff and people, pretty much saying that Wendy has to be snuffed out before she causes a fire,

"Setting fires inside my house is just not allowed"

Pretty much referring to the fact that Wendy, the spark, is creating a fire, aka, making the lost boys want to grow up and go back to the real world, making them not believe in fairies anymore, thus, making her and her friends die, which is, not allowed.

Also. the fear in Tink's eyes is so fear, her expression is on point, the mix of concern and fear is just, so beautiful, also i love her pointed ears

2:17

First of all, this screenshot does not do justice to the actual design of the mermaid (siren?), cause they are AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL, GORGEUS.

Also, the fact that Tink is persuasive enough to convince someone to kill Wendy in such a short amount of time is impressive, and the fact that the mermaids agreed so quickly is also impressive,

When it failed, the absolute horror and shock on Tink's face? Shes horrified that another plan of hers failed, and shes scared that her friends might die, like, wow

The despair on her face is just so...asdjwoaijdoiwajd

3:38

The fact that Peter Pan (i cant even give him a nickname cause Pete sounds different and P.P. is just wrong and Pan is just A Thing), first at the gust of wind that blows away the pixie dust (which keeps the ship afloat) he covered his eyes, maybe cause the dust or his hair in his eyes, then he looks at Tink in anger and shock and probably some confusion, then looks at Wendy, in concern and fear,

Theory: Pan knows that, since Tink doesnt want the lost boys to leave, and he knows that gust of wind was from the fairies, and Tink's dislike and hatred to WEndy, that Wendy was probably the only one not going to be saved, which is why he only looks at her and tries to save her (that or he's a SIMPPPPPPP /j)

3:50

The fact that you can see Wendy screaming??? Chills,

And the black screen right after, signalling Wendy's death is just amazing

Anyways, overall, what im saying is

THIS SONG IS AMAZING GO CHECK IT OUT, GO CHECK OUT THIS PERSONS CHANNEL, THEY HAVE GOOD VILLAIN SONGS, THEY EVEN HAVE ENCANTO!!!!

[rekino2114]

If I'm not too late, could I please ask for Valentines prompt 17 with M!Reader and Makima rewatching their wedding video (bonus points if it's with their child Nayuta)?

Love your work!

You and makima rewatching your wedding video

Pairing:makima x male reader

A/n:this takes place in the nayuta daughter au

Valentine's prompt#17

Prompts list

If there's one thing makima loves....then it's you but if there are two things she loves...then it's you and nayuta, but somewhere on that list is watching movies.

She always liked movies, but especially now that she has someone to watch them with she loves those moments even more, and she doesn't mind rewatching for the 7th time whatever Disney movie nayuta is currently obsessed with. She even buys her daughter merchandise of them that she brags about to everyone at school.

But her favorite "movie" to watch is by far your wedding video. Just remembering that day causes her heart to beat faster than usual, and watching it is just amazing it feels like reliving that beautiful moment, so much that it had become a tradition to watch it on valentine's day, even after nayuta was born.

"Daddy, mommy, the movie is about to start"

Makima giggled and placed nayuta into her lap while using her other hand to pull you closer to her

"It's not a movie nayuta, it's a recording"

"Oh......of what?"

"Of the best day of my life"

"*gasp* it's when I was born right?"

"No, sorry sweetie, that's the second best day of my life"

"Then what's the first one?"

"Just watch and see"

Nayuta started eating the popcorns you made her, which had way too much butter to be considered a light snack but quickly coughed because of the gasp she emitted when the video started playing

"It's you mommy! And you're a princess!"

"Oh am I?"

"Yeah, yeah, that dress is definitely a princess one"

You smiled and looked at the video, makima really looked beautiful in her black dress. She always looked beautiful but on that day she was special just like everything else

"Seems like I'm not the only one who liked that dress"

"I think I know exactly why you liked it, dear"

"Can you blame me? You looked stunning"

The video continues with makima walking down the aisle and coming face to face with you

"*gasp* it's daddy too!"

"Yes and he looked stunning too"

Makima gave you a loving look that you reciprocated and got even closer to you, continuing to watch the TV attentively

"What are you doing now?"

"Reciting our vows"

"What does that mean?"

"It's like.....promises that you make to the person you love and that you have to keep forever"

"Really? Forever? Isn't that tiring?"

"It's not, it's just promising to love each other forever and in any condition, and saying how much their love changed you"

"Daddy changed you?"

"More than you can imagine"

Makima continued stroking her daughter's hair while watching the video, she remembered all of it like it was yesterday. the joy she felt seeing you there,the music, the people, she just felt pure happiness in that moment.

When you read your vows to her, she felt so loved and genuinely happy. All your promises and declarations made her heart and soul warm, and her eyes water a bit. However, she vowed herself not to cry during such a moment, so she didn't. She had a lot of experience in hiding her emotions, but of course, she didn't hide the widest smile she ever gave to you, she wanted you to see how happy you made her, it was only when the ceremony was over and you were alone in your room that she truly cried tears of pure happiness while vowing to love you and never leave you again, she felt loved and she wanted nothing more than to give you that love back, she wanted you to see all the emotions you made her feel, the pure happiness and love you made her feel bot through smiles and tears.

Just watching the kiss again and thinking about it made her feel exactly like that again.

"*gasp* daddy! Mommy is crying"

Makima snapped out of her thoughts and touched her cheek, how did she not notice the tears until now?

"Are you alright makima?"

She looked to her right to see your concerned face, the face of the person she loved and wanted to give the world to, the fact of the person who she had a child with, the face if the person she married.

She wiped her tears and looked at you with a wide pure smile, very similar to the one she gave you on the day that was playing on the tv

"It's nothing darling, I'm just so happy"

[qierxing]

Determination

A/N: Finished the LaDs story if you couldn’t tell. If you asked what came over me to write this, I could not tell you because truly I think I was in a trance because I’m not exactly a Sylus stan Yan! Sylus/Qin Che x Reader Forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest. CW/TW: Dub//Con touching, Manipulation, Power Imbalances, Disability issues, Unhealthy relationships, Obsessive behavior, Reader is not in-game MC but MC is referenced and reader is lowkey Longing(THEY HAVE TWO HANDS OKAY), kind of Alt! AU following the storyline

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From the moment you were born, your life had been planned out to the end.

You would grow up, become useful, and then once you lost your usefulness; be ushered to handling petty things to earn your right to exist, and then you would die. Just like everyone else in the N-109 zone. Cremated or dissolved, of course. No one is dumb enough to leave behind evidence or traces, or even worse, parts for grave robbers with no morals and a penchant for quick gold. That was simply the circle of life here. 

Your future had been set in stone as soon as your father had settled here. On some particularly trying days, you resent him for it. Other days, you know enough that he had no choice. 

“Is the old man in?”

The voice makes you tense reactively before you relax, recognizing the familiar low cadence. 

“He’s out on an errand, should I pass on your message?”

The leader of Onychinus and your boss by proxy, shakes his head. You didn’t bother to ask twice. Your focus once again is drawn back to the shiny red protocore on your desk. It’s a tiny thing; requiring meticulous care, lest it be shattered by too much pressure. 

“Is there something I can do for you while you’re here then?” 

A shuffle, then several clinks in your hearing peripheral. He must be looking through the backlog or the recent projects. It’s a habit whenever he felt restless and after some time, you learned to push down the feeling like your work was being dissected bit by bit by his intimidating eyes. 

The prolonged silence makes you forget your own question, too engrossed in the protocore in front of you. When Sylus speaks again, a tremor runs though your hands and make you almost lose your grip.

“What do you think I should do with a kitten that keeps hissing at me?”

You look over with wide eyes. Of course, there can only be one thing he’s referring to–the fact that the Onychinus’s leader is in possession of a valuable asset is not a secret. An outsider, of all things, too. Some would shake their heads in pity, others would sneer and say she had only herself to blame, and even more would only care once her dead body was laid bare and the aether core in their hands.

To you, though? You thought she was amazing. 

She was like the chivalrous heroes in the few scrappy picture books your father had. Dashing, fearless, and always fighting for justice. What was it like to be a hunter? You’ve never seen her, yet you daydream constantly about the life she led, and how you wished it could be yours.

“I feed some stray cats here and there. They usually warm up once they realize I’m not a threat and I’m trying to help them.” The sincere advice has him snorting in cynical disbelief. 

“And if that kitty still shows their claws?” You shift uncomfortably at the way his voice dips. When he was angry, Sylus was terrifying. But he wasn’t angry, not yet, and you wish you weren’t the factor that could change that right now.

“Usually time will do its work.” You try to sound casual, but you can feel Sylus’s eyes piercing through you. You try to swallow the saliva clogging your mouth. You don’t want to imagine what kind of methods the boss would utilize to make people talk. You distanced yourself from such violence, even if it was naive and stupid to do so. Still, there was a clear difference from self-defense and actively inflicting violence. The twins that shadowed Sylus made that crystal clear.

“Hmm…if you say so.” The heavy gaze lifts off of you and it’s like a weight lifts off your throat, letting air back into your lungs. 

Another few seconds pass in silence, with you praying for nothing else of note will happen.

”The old man told me that you’ll be benched soon.” 

The pointed sentence makes your hands freeze. The bright gold protocurve gleams in the dim workshop, and for a moment, the blood rushing your ears is all you can hear. 

“I’ve been unable to keep up with the workload, sir.” You keep your eyes firmly fixed on the ruby red core, forcing your hands to keep moving while you modify the curve. “I don’t think I can be any more help to my dad.”

Not entirely a full lie. You’re not sure if it’s because the rough and tough life of N-109 is wearing you down like sandpaper or if it’s your body collapsing in on itself due to its condition, but most days it’d be a miracle if you could get one modification done without mistakes. 

One time when you were still an immature child, you disobeyed your father and snuck out of the house during dawn. Your life had always been the pitch black of night, with the brightest natural light being the moon and its silvery clouds wrapping around it like a translucent shawl. When you asked your dad what happened when you slept, he simply stated the moon also went to bed. So then, what exactly happened while it slept?

The sun was blinding. It seared you to the bone as the heat increased with the hours passing and it rose above the horizon. It was so hot, yet you could not help but feel at peace, as if the rays were cleansing you. The landscape under its light was depressing as usual; metal scraps and rusted junk scattered and embedded in dull colored dirt and rocks. This much didn’t surprise you, but it still reminded you of the bleakness of your world. 

It made you feel helplessly trapped.

“If that’s the case, why didn’t you talk to me?” 

You blink once, then twice at Sylus standing in front of you, with an unreadable expression on his face. He had stated it as if it was common sense to bring up a grievance with him. As if he wasn’t the most terrifying power within the N-109 zone. As if you and your father weren’t subject to his whims.

”I…I’m sorry,” your eyes cast downward in guilt again. You wish your boss was as evil as some of the rumors make him out to be. It would make things so much easier. “I just didn’t think you need to be bothered with something this trivial.”

If possible, the expression on his face sours even more. “One of my researchers is not trivial. You help me, and I help you.”

You bite your tongue. Of course he was practical. It is true. Without you and your father, he would lose a quarter of his manpower in tech. But this just hardens your resolve even further. 

“Thank you for your concern, sir,” you plaster a sickeningly polite smile on, straining to keep the facade of a lackey who was happy to live another day. “But it’s alright—even if I can’t directly assist my father anymore, I can find other ways to be helpful.”

Why you were significant enough as a cog in his many machinations is still plain weird. But that doesn’t matter. Soon enough, you won’t be one if at all.

Sylus gives a bark of harsh laughter, startling you and making you drop one of your tools. Your skin crawled, but you willed yourself to stay calm, to maintain a calm demeanor that belied none of your true thoughts. It had been the only thing you kept from the many street smarts of N-109 when you grew up. 

He reaches out his hand. His evol wraps crimson red smoke around his outstretched fingers, and when it clears, there’s a slip of crinkled white notebook paper. Your heart immediately plummets into your stomach.

”Are you sure it’s not because you finally found an out to this hellhole?”

You hadn’t fully realized it, but you’re no longer sitting, and the next thing you know, the world has flashed into white and ringing. You’re no longer even thinking at this point, running on pure adrenaline and instinct. Sylus may be the one running the show, but even he couldn’t know all of the labyrinth of secret exits this workshop had. 

You got exactly ten steps in the direction of one before your face met the concrete floor. You don’t need to look to see what’s pinning you down. It’s almost insulting, but most of all, it’s aggravating to know how close freedom was in reach, only to be stopped short of it.

“You really thought something like that could stop me?” Sylus’s voice drawls above your struggling body. You’re wrenched up to stand in front of him, arms held up like a crucified deity. He fiddles with the now broken protocore in his fingers, turning it this way and that, so that the dim lights caught the cracked grooves and threw reflections on the grungy walls around you. Finally, he drops it and with a crack, his polished shoe has grinded it to nothing. “Well, it’s certainly a novel idea.”

You don’t bother to say anything, but a sob nearly wells up, just barely held back by clenched teeth. You were so, so close. Now you’ll never know what it felt to be in bright city lights and live a normal life. 

“I thought it was clear that the only place you had was by my side.” Sylus clicks his tongue, tilting his head. You’re forced forward, and then your head was buried in his shoulder as his hands found their way onto your waist, tight and unyielding. The acrid smell of gunpowder and alcohol from his ironed button up makes your nose wrinkle and although you try to turn your head away, one of his hands presses your head even closer. “I should’ve known better that you would get your hopes up when that hunter came.”

Hot breath ghosts your neck, sending goosebumps up your skin, and before you could stop him, his teeth are buried inside tender flesh, making you cry out in pain. Your struggling starts up again, but Sylus doesn’t acknowledge it, instead lathering a lithe tongue over the wound, causing pleasurable shivers up your spine. 

“Then, if you want to leave so badly, how about you stay with me?” he whispers with a tenderness that makes your head spin.

No matter how much you want it, you could not fight the fate that was set for you.

[blue-and-grey-army]

- - C A R A M E L - - 7

7. Cotton candy

Genre: BTS, Idol AU, poly au, BTS x reader, OT7, OT7 x reader, Idol BTS, Dom BTS, sub reader, angst, fluff, eventual smut

Warnings: BTS x reader, very subby reader, innocent reader, power play, eventual smut, sexual and non sexual domination, a lot of skinship (but like lots) excessive pet names, sexism, anxiety, insecurities, possessive behavior, maybe BTS x BTS etc..

“Y/NNNNN! What a delightful surprise, hmm” Hoseok smiled at you happily, getting up from the dance studio floor and getting closer to you. You couldn’t help to breath in as you took in his sweaty look, low hanging pants and his cheeky yet kind smile. You shake your head slightly, making an effort to get yourself back together, but of course Hoseok noticed, and his smile widened. “What brings you here, cutie?”

You smile softly, playing with the hem of your shirt before answering to him.

“None of the boys have required my assistance with…well, nothing, so I don’t have anything to do right now” you admit shyly, your lips frowned in a small pout that he wants to kiss.

“Hmm, I see…As much as I would love to keep you here all to myself…” you chuckled at his antics, not taking him seriously (Hoseok promises himself that you would be writhing to him one day) “I have to finish this choreo, and with you here I won’t focus…I heard Namjoon is in the Gym though, go check him out! I’m sure he’ll be happy with your visit”

You nod fervently, waving goodbye at the boy as he does the same, sharing his joy with you. You walk out bouncing on the balls of your feet slightly, going to the elevator so you could reach the gym in one of the top floors. You were happy that day, wearing your comfort socks and having your hair done on a small braid. You were proud of yourself from how pretty it had turned out, subconsciously wanting the boys to see it and praise you for it.

You hum to yourself softly as you recall hearing people, passing by through Hybe’s building, talking about how Namjoon was really devote to his workout routines and how consistent he had been lately. If you said you hadn’t notice, you would be lying. The way he had gotten so much buffer was clear to everyone, and even more to you, with whom he shared his space almost everyday.

Even so, you hadn’t had much interactions with Namjoon. Well, nor with Jimin, Taehyung or Jin. Hobi, Yoongi and Jungkook seemed to be much confident when it came to approaching you freely, maybe because you had already started to break some barriers with them, but they were still keeping some distance.

You didn’t know it was because they were trying to leave some of you for the other members, though.

You stepped out of the elevator once you reached the right floor, and started looking for the gym, when your phone dinged. It was a notification from twitter. You would never admit it, but before getting this job you weren’t really a fan of BTS. Of course you knew who they were, and had heard some songs, but you never really took the time to get involved with their fandom or content. It was an accident, you swear it, but you clicked on a YouTube video about a compilation of ‘Funny Taehyung moments’ and you had to watch it.

And that’s how you got absorbed into army.

It’s not your fault, ok? How could you have known?! It was just so easy to jump from one video to another, and before you realized you were doing one of those tests of ‘guess the BTS member by the picture of his nose’. But who could blame you? You were sharing almost everyday with them, how could you not get into the fandom and all the content? It was amazing being able to watch all their content and videos and also experience their company in real life. It was only normal for you to get obsessed.

And, it was also kinda nice knowing they had something for you, whatever it was. You may be naive, a little hazy and absent, and a complete expert in hyper focusing in unimportant things, but you would have to be a complete half wit to not notice. Yeah, you were coming to terms with that.

When you finally found the gym in that bloody huge floor, you just entered and scanned the place looking for Namjoon. You didn’t really think things through, that if he was working out he wouldn’t probably need you to do anything for him, but just following Hoseok’s orders felt too tight to do anything else. When you finally found the leader in the treadmill, you mouth hanged open.

Oh. My. God.

He wasn’t shirtless. He definitely wasn’t. But he could very well be with the way his tank top was sticking to his skin thanks to the sweat. His back was turned to you, an gosh what a blessed sight. You had noticed in the past the way his arms had gained lot of muscle and filled his shirts nicely, but his back…that was on a whole other level. Wide, muscly, sweaty shoulders that went down to a nicely defined back, a small waist and a nice, very nice butt. You were so focused on him, that you weren’t even embarrassed about ogling him that way.

Until…

“Y/N…Y/N, hey?” His voice got you out of your trance from looking at his ass…ARMS! Looking at his arms, just to find him standing right in front of you with a smirk. Of course had caught you drinking him up, ever since the moment you entered the room. The wall was made of a mirror, after all. Your cheeks heated up and you tried to babble an excuse.

“I was…I-I just…I…you…well…” he had the audacity to laugh and lean over so his face was closer to yours and touching the end of your braid.

“Hmm, I like this one” he tugged at it very softly and you bit your tongue from the satisfying pull. “It suits you…but I don’t think there is something that doesn’t” he admites with a breathy chuckle. “But enlighten me, what brings you here, doll?” His fingers get closer to your chin and he wipes it affectionately with his thumb. You tongue feels tied and your mouth filled with cotton. But a very soft and fluffy one…like cotton candy taking its time, sweetening your words even before they went out. “Hmm, there is something that does not suit you indeed…” he keeps quiet for a bit, but before you can even process it, he gets an inch closer “Disobedience”

“I-I’m sorry…” you admit, having to turn your head up a tad to be able to look at him comfortably, even when he was bending over “I…I didn’t have anything to do, and Hobi told me you were here so I wondered…I thougt…maybe you would need me” your voice was meek, but in a good way.

He couldn’t help the smile that came to his face when he noticed you were barely stammering with your words.

“That’s better, little one” you almost hiccup with his words, clenching your thighs subconsciously. “But there is no need for you to wonder”

You eyes widened slightly at his crude words as your lower lip came a little out in a pout. You were so stupid…getting all confident that they wanted to be with you. You had forgotten your place, and how important and busy people they were. Of course they would treat you nicely, you are their personas assistant…or whatever name your position had. You were their employee, with whom they spent lots of time with and of course they wouldn’t want you messing up.

Your own head started to play against you until Namjoon’s chuckle filled the air.

“There is no need for you to wonder, pup” his voice enveloped you as softly as if it were velvet. “I always need you”

You thought he was joking, so you chuckled slightly at his antics. To your bad, or good luck, he wasn’t as patient as Hoseok when it came to his approaches and words for you. Specially these ones, where he had meant each and every word.

Your breathing hitched softly as he put his hand on your nape, reminding you of the first time you met. Your body felt hot all over, and you felt yourself getting agitated and tense, but not in a bad way. He started playing gently with the hairs on your nape, pulling at them very softly and enjoying the goosebumps that would break all over your soft skin.

“Yeah, isn’t that better?” Your eyes lowered instinctively, but a stronger pull on your hair brought it your head back into place “You do remember what I told you when we first met, right doll?”

You go back into your own memory, getting swayed over the memory of his hand pulling way firmer on the hair form the back of your head, making sure you were looking into his eyes when your shyness prevented you from doing it. Oh, of course, that’s it. You nod softly, looking into his eyes and you are rewarded with the sight of his beautiful dimples and a wide smile.

“Hmm, someone likes my smile?” Your cheeks heat up again at being caught and he laughs wholeheartedly “In that case, I’ll make sure to save this specific one just for you.”

“I don’t think Army would be very appreciative of that” you say boldly, with a soft and genuine smile grazes your face. And he wants to see more of this comfy and confident side of you. He wants to earn it and to have you keep it just for him…and the other members.

“Then, let it be our little secret, right, Y/Nie? His voice was filled with an airy laugh as he squeezed your nape firmly and pulled you closer, getting you to rest your hand on his hard chest from how close you were. “Can I make a confession to you, cutie?”

You nodded your head fervently, licking your lips as you felt all fuzzy again, with the same cotton candy getting over your mouth and throat. So, so sweet you felt as if you were having a sugar rush.

“I’ve never been one to believe in sin…”he started, rubbing his nose against yours, as light as a feather. The hand that was resting on your chin lowered to your waist, his pinky finger inching a little to down for it to remain proper, but if you were bothered by it, you were too distracted to notice. “Until I met you…tempting me…each second, each minute, each hour of every day”

You couldn’t say anything, and it’s not like you wanted to.

“You have no idea what yo do to me, to the others, do you?”

Your lips felt dry, unlike every other part of your body. You swallowed nervously and gave him a flash of your tongue when you swiped it through your lower lip. You felt a deep growl bloom and rumble under your hands, getting over his chest as your eyes met his once again. You swore you felt the thread snap, as his head went down and his lips rested the tiniest of inches away from your lips, less bold than Yoongi had been. While he was still there, he mumbled some last words against your skin, caressing it both with his breath and his own plushy skin.

“You, my dear, are walking sin”

——————

I know I said night but…ITS ALREADY NIGHT WHERE I AM HAHAHA enjoy your treat :D

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[celtrist]

Hi I followed late and don’t really feel like scrolling for an explanation so can you real quick give me a rundown on the obsession au you have? Thanks! 😊

I don't blame you, haha

The Obsession AU can be summed up in one sentence pretty much: Everyone is obsessed over Alastor. Alternatively: Everyone is yandere for Alastor. Both more or less are the same (yandere is how I've originally described it and while still true, some characters like Pentious arguably don't fit the yandere bill, but you get the point.

In the AU, Alastor is afflicted with a curse that makes him desirable to everyone, with no exceptions via orientation or relation (like Vaggie's a lesbian but is still in love with Alastor, same with Alastor's mother). The obsession primarily comes in the form of romantic affection (and most of the time lust, but that one isn't always required). Either way, EVERYONE wants to be romantically involved with him in some way.

The AU was a bit of a play on how the fandom feels towards Alastor and the insane amount of shipping done with his character despite proooobably being the least interested in the show to be in any sort of relationship like that, romantic or QPR. In this AU, Alastor is both sex and romance-repulsed and classified as aroace. Both because that's how I like to see his character (maybe not the "repulsed" part, but certainly aroace) and for this au, that sort of gives him the "optimal suffering".

This month I'll be posting some of the possible endings Alastor could have in the AU. And hopefully, each ending can give you some insight into how I sorta see the characters in this au (again, I'm not the best at explaining things so the endings might not seem amazing or even confusing). I'm very open to people giving ideas for the AU or doing their own thing with it (I would appreciate given credit for the AU still, unless it's more or less completely different than my own of course). But, I don't really wanna throw people into boxes with my ideas only. A good example is the radioapple bad end. At this point, I would describe it as pretty boring and something I'm sure people could run home better with than myself. And if anyone DOES want to do an "Alastor actually loves this character romantically" sort of thing, I don't mind that either. The AU is all in good fun and I wouldn't want to stunt anyone's creativity with it!

Hopefully, that gave the general gist of it, but really the biggest thing to keep in mind is just that everyone wants to date Alastor. That's pretty much the bluntest way to describe this AU

[violettavonviolet]

Ironstrange, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange fic recs

Hey guys, I have another fic rec list; the word count goes up as you scroll down, all fics are finished and amazing! Be aware of the warnings that are tagged, and show the others some love!

if you have any other ships you'd like a rec list for sent me a message/ask!

Cockthistle Thundercunt

TenSpencerRiedPlease

Summary:

Christine gives him a once over and smiles a little, “you really don’t believe in the soul mate thing? Come on, I’m sure you have a phrase. Test it on him,” she says, nodding at a tall, attractive Asian guy headed their way. Tony sighs and decides to humor her because it never works- she’s not the first to test his theory. 

“Cockthistle thundercunt,” he says as soon as the poor bastard he’s testing this on gets close enough to hear. Imagine his intense surprise when he gets an offended noise of frustration.

“You made me walk around with cockthistle thundercunt on my body my whole life- you have no idea how embarrassing that is!” he snaps.

Crack 2k

 I Tried to Be Chill (but you're so hot I melted)

dls

Summary:

"I just...haven't considered I'd be open to something like that, you know? But Stephen changed my mind."

"As long as you're happy, Tony, I'm happy."

Or: 5 Times Tony Stark's Friends Thought He was Dating Stephen Strange and the 1 Time They Realized He was Dating the Sorcerer Supreme.

Super sweet 3k

Tony Stark's secret husband

cutebutpsyco

Summary:

It’s not like they wanted to keep the secret because they didn’t. They never spoke about going public with their wedding, and nobody but for tabloids ever asked either Stark or Stephen about their romantic lives so, again, Tony wouldn’t blame either himself or Stephen for keeping it between the two of them.

3k secret relationships

 Invictus

Wix

Summary:

After the fight in Siberia, Tony opens his eyes and starts down a new path with new friends and family alike, even with the shadow of a particular ex-Avenger hovering over him.

Pretty bashy for cap. America

7k

Sense of Being

Breyito

Summary:

Relics are not something out of the ordinary in the lives of sorcerers. Sentient relics are more unique. A relic that can express thoughts and emotions as the Cloak does? Almost unprecedented. There is not much written about the Cloak of Levitation; which doesn't make easier for people to understand them. The concept of an object not being a possession, but somewhat their own person is difficult to grasp for many; respect it, even more so.

The fact that Tony Stark, a man who hates everything related to the Mystic Arts didn't even blink when introduced to the Cloak is not something Stephen had the chance to think about when they met; but it certainly makes him curious now, after things are back to normal.

The contradictions that are part of the Golden Avenger make him even more interesting than he already is; more tempting than he should be. Stephen and the Cloak start spending more time in the Compound, in Tony’s sanctuary, his workshop, and with his creations. The two men start opening up to each other and what was only attraction quickly transforms into something deeper.

No one saw the implications of what letting Dum-E and the Cloak bond would mean.

(Also, Stephen panics. But only minimally.)

8k pretty funny

Embers

surveycorpsjean

Summary:

They’re horribly different in all the best ways.

8k

Living in the Shadows of Denial

orphan_account

Summary:

From this prompt I found on Tumblr:

Soulmates can share abilities. So, like, if your soulmate is a good cook, you can use their talents when you need to make a really tasty dish. It usually only occurs once you know who the soulmate is.

However, I want there to be an Avenger AU where Strange is hit and unresponsive and Tony is pissed and uses magic (from Strange) to wreak havoc on their foe- like raining fire type chaos. When the smoke clears, everyone is looking at Tony and he has an 'oh sh*t' moment as he realizes that he was a soulmate and his soulmate is one Stephen Strange.

9k super sweet soul mates

the seduction of a gentleman - a tale of obliviousness and blue balls

graveltotempo

Summary:

Tony has been the most eligible bachelor omega of America for years now:

getting into Stephen Strange's pants should not be very hard for him.

What Tony did not expect, however, was that Doctor and Sorcerer Supreme Stephen Vincent Strange is... a gentleman.

oh boy.

9k explicit a/b/o

Tony and the Neurosurgeon

ArcticVulpix

Summary:

JARVIS would only accept the best for sir. So a doctor who can keep up with Tony's banter and with a high enough intelligence to understand him was pretty high up on the list.

10 k

i babysat god and he stabbed me with a fork

surveycorpsjean

Summary:

If these two idiots don’t sort out their shit real soon, Loki is going to stab everyone in this room and then himself.

11k humor

Stranger Danger

graveltotempo

Summary:

DUM-E has noticed that lately, DAD-E has been spending a lot of time with another man, and he really does not like the looks they share with each other.

The rest of the bot + humans + AI + synthezoid family does not seem to mind this stranger, but DUM-E does mind. He minds verymuch.

Thank god he is the oldest and the best equipped to deal with the danger (he truly is the BEST BOT). This STEV-E with a PH better watch out!

11k super funny

Of They and Them

surveycorpsjean

Summary:

When faced with the brink of death, Stephen is forced to pull one last spell out of his sleeve. It's deemed to fail anyways. Except it doesn't. 

A full fusion can only be done by the two most compatible souls in the universe. 

Well, aren't they lucky.

13k finished

the one where tony and stephen should really stop eye-fucking each other, hello, thanos is coming?!

graveltotempo

Summary:

The Universe is about to end. Thanos is the formidable foe Tony has been worrying about since the Battle of New York and he's finally coming. That's what Tony is worrying about.

Or should he be worrying about.

But then again who thought throwing him in space with his ex boyfriend was in any way a good idea?

34k iconic

Scars on Your Heart

SailorChibi

Summary:

Determined to stop Thanos by killing him before he collects all the Stones, Tony travels back in time and seeks out the one person who can help him: Dr. Stephen Strange. With less than a week to go before Thanos's ships crashland on Earth, Tony and Strange form an alliance - and, just maybe, start falling in love.

44k

Mystic

TenSpencerRiedPlease

Summary:

Soul mate's names appear on their mate's skin. But the names aren't just the ones on their birth certificate- soul marks detailed every name your soul mate would ever receive throughout their lifetime.

Tony’s soul mate is fucking stupid. This idiot used the name ‘Stephen Strange’ and ‘Dr. Strange’- both of which made sense- but then the final tattoo that liked to appear sometimes was fucking ‘Sorcerer Supreme’. He decided from the moment he saw that embarrassing name he was one hundred percent never, ever going to give two shits about his dumbass soul mate.

Stephen had rolled his eyes so hard when ‘Iron Man’ flitted across his arm for the first time. Well, the first time he could read it. But the other names were interesting too- namely Tony Stark.

53k soulmates

skate fast eat ass

orphan_account

Summary:

nattytaffy: I have good news and bad news

falconfratboy: What

nattytaffy: Good news- bucky and clint aren’t dead

falconfratboy: Bad news?

nattytaffy: They’re under custody at the police station for beating up a hotdog stand guy

falconfratboy: i’m so proud

or: the self indulgent high school au gc fic where all the kids are trying their best

(drawings, questions concerns suggestions etc at my instagram @cryptic_potato).

57k main pairing is steve/bucky, underage , also a series with more focus on them later

Citizen Erased

Imagined

Summary:

What do you do when no one in the world ever manages to remember you?

Anyone who sees Tony Stark promptly forgets he ever existed after mere seconds. When everyone he has ever cared about has lost their memories of him, he goes to Stephen Strange, possibly the only one who can help him lift the curse. But a terrifying danger is coming, and saving the world isn’t an easy job to do when no one can remember who you are.

178k

Spread your wings; guardians of infinity: second chance

Graveltotempo

In 2018, on Earth-199999, Thanos gathered all the Infinity Stones and snapped his fingers. Half of the Universe was promptly dusted, and a third was further killed as a direct consequence of the dusting. Weeks later, Thanos used the Infinity Stones once more and destroyed them - thus destroying the Universe itself.

Stephen Strange saw this, but there was no way to save them or the Universe, no time.

And then the Infinity Stones themselves gave him time. Gave him a second chance to save another Universe, their sister Earth: Earth-200207.

A quest that takes place across space and time, within souls and minds, with power and reality. A bet that could save trillions of people or could condemn them to a future worse than he one of Earth-199999. A game of chess against the butterfly effect, with one single starting player:

7 works 410 k finished

[colleybri]

AO3 Writing Review... from an Andor Nut

After a gap of over twenty years I started writing fanfics again in March last year - entirely after getting completely and almost embarrassingly obsessed with Star Wars: Andor. That is my only fandom and I can’t see that changing anytime soon (obviously overlapping into Rogue One).  I’m a multishipper but have also written gen. 

The boring stats are that I published 39 works, totalling 94,519 words. 481 kudos. (I've lost the original prompt with whoever tagged me so forgive me - this a bit free-form.)

The work I’m most proud of is Dawn Chorus and that’s my only completed multi-chapter fic to date too. Not surprisingly perhaps, it’s also the one that’s had the most hits as it’s the oldest from the most popular ship I’ve written for (“Rebelcaptain”: Cassian Andor x Jyn Erso)  But I’m also really proud of the work with the least hits which is a poem: a sonnet based on Luthen Rael’s Andor monologue. 

Favourite Title: The Hardest Wall, which is that of my favourite of my Bix x Cassian fics. It’s very multi-meaning and I am a bit of a sucker for that kind of thing. 

Favourite ship: Bix x Cassian is my current favourite pairing and the one I’ve written for the most (there's a series dealing with their early checkered history... and because it's a relatively unpopular ship at the moment I've enjoyed somewhat cornering the market), but I’ve also really enjoyed writing several other ships including Luthen/Cassian, which I would not have expected at all when I first started. This is because of reading other people's wonderful fics - I’m always amazed about how great writers can make the unexpected work. Thanks to a chat with a couple of mutuals whose Brassian fics I’ve really admired ( @distressednoise and @notasapleasure ) I’m underway with having a go with that ship too.

My favourite gen fic is the series of strictly 100 word drabbles I did for each episode of Andor season 1. I’m really pleased with how those turned out, and as with writing sonnets and villanelles it seems that I really like the challenge of a strict form or structure. I really struggled at times to hit the 100 spot on but it feels so good to get the rules right. Favourite standalone gen fic is probably Making a Mark which is set in Cassian's time in youth custody.

The quickest work to write was the rebelcaptain fic Vision which I did in just a few hours. Kind of ironic that it got more hits and kudos than some works I struggled more with and probably prefer, but - again - it’s a popular ship. It’s nice to have an easy Hit on your hands sometimes though and I do enjoy writing RC - it's a way to give Cassian and Jyn the happy ending the film denied them.

The longest to write were the drabbles, simply because I didn’t have the energy or time to do more than one episode at a time. It also involved rewatching each episode first. 

The character I had the most trouble writing is Dedra Meero, who I’ve attempted a few times in the first person, as it’s so hard to capture the voice of someone who gives so little away. I also struggled a bit with Cinta, though I’m quite pleased with the couple of Velcinta works (story and poem) I have tackled. It helps to develop a headcanon about a character and be consistent with it, and I do return to the ‘text’ of the show itself to check for canon compliance. I’m pretty obsessed with not treading on the toes of canon (blame my teacherlyness!) , except where it’s an obvious AU.. but even then I want to the keep the characters recognisably themselves. 

Favourite line or passage? Probably the section with an extended metaphor involving Bix’s heart in The Hardest Wall, which is a fictionalised analysis of the angsty argument scene between Cassian and Bix in Episode 7. I really like the third person limited - it’s by far my favourite perspective, and you can have a lot of fun with it when a character is avoiding being completely honest (with themselves or others). 

But I won’t quote it here as it’s hard to give a passage from the middle as an example. Instead here’s one from the Cassian/Luthen Rael fic Small Kindnesses which is from the perspective of Luthen, and is basically an internal monologue about Cassian. 

Has anyone ever made a weapon that wasn’t used? I didn’t make this one, at least. He has forged himself, from the devastation of Kenari and the salyards of Ferrix. But I helped steer him in the right direction, at least. Well, the right direction for the cause, anyway. For him, as a person… not so much.

Nonetheless. Here he is. With his skin. Bruised and battered, scarred, marked, ready to bleed again at the gentlest knock against the scabs. Battle hardened. Primed and ready soon enough – with further training. Further guidance. He has proved himself more than worthy: slipping unseen, liquid shadow in the periphery of vision. Catlike soft footfalls, easing through undetected, walking in like he belongs, landing on his feet, learning to swim despite hating the water.

I’ve gifted four works this year, including for @jake-and-amy-are-married as they were so instrumental in encouraging me to start writing again, and a couple for my Andor bestie @adeptnenyim - who I was lucky enough to meet in person so we could Andor-Nut together at one of the series' locations. I’ve also been befriended and encouraged by various folks across a couple of Discord servers and by DMs on here. It’s lovely to have new friends from all over the world who share my un/healthy obsessions!

Have a Happy 2025 everyone. Enjoy writing… it’s for yourself, remember! You can be your own worst critic but also your own biggest fan. Write with that in mind. Write to please yourself, in the best sense. 

[crushedsweets]

Any Jeff hcs?? (Your art is absolutely amazing)

i make him evil. ok jk but also im serious. im mostly just gonna cover his backstory in my au, rather than his current part in it.

cw for brief mentions of animal abuse, bullying, the usual. AGAIN THIS IS FOR MY AU !! also tysm :3..

liu is about 4-6 years older than jeff. they lived somewhere in the midwest until jeff was about 10.

they were both raised by incredibly good parents and had a very strong support system, always visiting their grandparents, big christmas every year, parents always go to open house/parent-teacher conferences, etc. tried getting their kids into sports, would go to every game, literally just the stereotypical great parent. not even a secret "ooo behind closed doors they r actually abusive...!" thing theyre literally just good.

jeff was always a bit more on the aggressive side, something they especially noticed when he was 5 and could not be left alone with a single fucking pet. he'd yank at and shake anything small enough to pick up, and punch and kick anything too big to pick up. every family pet was scared of him.

even at school, he was a bully - it started as typical grade school shit, putting gum in girls hairs, stealing peoples belongings, pushing kids off the play structures. he targeted girls especially. he's been warned, suspended, expelled - but his dad got a job offer in the east coast that they couldnt really ignore

he was 12 when he started harassing a girl, following her around the playground, calling her a slut, yanking her hair, spitting on her, etc - and eventually, her brother and his friends stepped in.

thiiis is where i wanted to put randy and his friends in. theyre older kids, around 14 and still more on the mean side, but they didn't just randomly target jeff for fun bc he's "the new kid". just like jeff harassed that girl, they began harassing him - but of course with the strength of 3 teenage boys, rather than an 12 yr old. liu would interfere when he could, but he was still a student and began working his first job by this point.

jeff got into physical fights with them for weeks, but he was quick to turn it into something bloody and brought a pocket knife. this time the fight occurred in front of jeffs house, when his parents were at work, and liu ended up running out to make them cut it out. he tried to grab the knife out of jeffs hands, he tried to stop his brother, but jeff was serious about what he wanted - and he wanted to fucking stab randy

so he did, right in the stomach. it was nothing fatal.

liu took the fall, being 16 and terrified of what could happen to jeff if he landed himself in juvenile hall - the other 3 boys were content with this, knowing it meant jeff really didn't have anyone to defend him by this point. thinking it would fuck with jeff even more . . BUT JEFFS A LITTLE SHIT he doesnt fucking careee . something about "i never asked him to take the blame that shits on him" or whatnot.

but obv once randy recovered fully it got worse. it went from schoolyard level harassment to borderline stalking, robbing him, holding him down so randy could fucking stomp on him, so on and so forth.

and eventually the bleach happened, and the fire happened, and it didn't really have anything special or involve a birthday party or whatever . it was just another insane fucking attack on jeff, although randy and them didn't exactly expect the fire to spread so fucking quickly - they just splashed some gas at his feet, threw a match, though it would scare him and maybe fuck up his pants. really did NOT think that shit through

jeff recovered in the hospital, and the trio decided to leave him alone. they were little shits who took it too far, but they werent trying to do all that. jeff didnt snitch, he didnt want them to get put away . he wanted to keep going, obviously

things settled down for a while. jeff was waiting and waiting and waiting. his parents were mortified, they rarely spoke to him now. required family dinners at the dining table turned to just his parents eating together, liu in juvie and jeff in his room. jeff began getting violent towards his parents as well, especially his mom - he started spiraling after the fire, especially since the trio weren't bothering him anymore and it was driving him nuts. he would do freaky shit, showing up at their houses now, shattering their windows, killing their pets. they'd come and beat his ass, and he'd do it again. nobody wanted to get their parents involved by this point, they all did too much shit - but jeff was getting UNBEARABLE

jeff eventually was around 15 or so, liu was out of juvie and 19 and in community college bc he couldnt get into any of the universities he was dreaming about.

liu wasnt nice to jeff anymore. he wasn't "hardened" by his experience in juvie or anything, but whatever he saw in jeff was NOT his little brother anymore - if jeff spoke to him, he'd ignore him. if jeff got too close, he'd shove him off. if jeff slapped their mother, liu would punch him.

liu thinks it was bound to happen. he misses his little brother, even when he was a mean little kid - but he always knew there was something realy, really fucking wrong with jeff, and when he woke up to jeff on top of him, stabbing into him , he knew it was inevitable.

liu survived, the only one in his family to do so. he wondered what he could've done to stop it, especially as other kids began showing up in the news. he wonders if he shouldve just let jeff go to juvie. he's kinda shocked at the fucked up ass police sketches that pop up, he didn't really remember seeing that damn smile when jeff was on him

jeff continues fucking shit up and is a piece of shit all around

this is already pretty long so if anyone wants a less "backstory" version of headcanons and more current stuff just lmk ;3

[he-died-lottie]

Yellowjackets Band AU Headcanon Part 1

Shauna Shipman X Jackie Taylor background Lottie Mathews x Natalie Scatorccio

summary: The girls are in a band... Jackie struggles with how to cope with Shauna branching out away from her

warnings: Jackie dates jeff, jealousy, homoerotic friendship, no crash, slightly angsty, not proofread

Natalie, Shauna, Misty, Lottie, and Van start a band called “Antler Queens” 🦌.

The idea sparks one day during a conversation about their musical tastes when they realize they all play instruments, and Natalie has an incredible voice, powerful like rock vocals but capable of hitting a killer riff or belt.

Van is, of course, the drummer. Misty surprises everyone as the lead guitarist, and she's amazing. Shauna plays keyboards, thanks to her childhood piano lessons. Lottie plays bass, and Natalie thinks she looks fantastic in her short skirts. Natalie is the lead singer but can also play guitar to add extra depth to their sound.

Their first song is an '80s cover, but they don't vibe with singing about loving men. During a practice session, they all come out to each other, embracing their identities. Wlw for the win.

Shauna asks Jackie to join the band, recalling how she played soccer for her, but Jackie scoffs, “I’m not joining some loser band.”

Shauna hides her hurt and continues with the band anyway.

They practice after soccer or on weekends to avoid neglecting their team commitments.

Despite their efforts, Jackie still complains, needing someone to drive her to the mall. Secretly, she misses Shauna.

Lottie and Nat are always first to arrive at practice, maybe for a few minutes alone together.

On stage, Natalie always seems to be looking back at a certain bassist.

Natalie and Shauna write most of the lyrics, while the rest of the band collaborates on composing the music. Their songs all have a distinctively gay spice.

Shauna is nervous before performances but eases into it once she starts her backup vocals.

Their first gig is at a bar on the outskirts of town.

Shauna invites Jackie, who says she might come if Jeff drives her.

When Shauna steps on stage, she doesn't see Jackie in the crowd, and her heart sinks.

She misses a couple of notes as self-doubt creeps in. But during their third song, she spots Jackie at the back, leaning against Jeff, swaying to the lyrics Shauna wrote about her. Shauna doesn't care that Jeff is there because Jackie showed up.

Jeff starts getting frisky with Jackie, but she swats him away.

“Stop it! Shauna’s singing; I need to hear her.” Shauna’s voice, soft and sweet, blends beautifully with Natalie’s lower tones.

Jackie wants to listen all night but notices people staring at Shauna and leaves before the last song ends.

Shauna doesn't notice until she's off stage and sees Jackie's empty spot. Jackie struggles with her feelings, feeling flustered seeing Shauna so happy, carefree, and hot on stage.

Hearing Shauna sing about a girl using she/her pronouns makes her blush.

Nat and Lottie’s situation heats up, and they sneak off to make out in a bathroom stall during a celebratory drink outing.

Misty notices Lottie's blush during practice and confides, “Someone's got a crush! Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret. I have a secret girlfriend too.”

Neither realizes they both like Nat, who’s been extra kind to Misty.

Misty misinterprets Nat’s kindness as a crush, oblivious to Nat and Lottie’s mutual heart-eyes.

Shauna asks Jackie to more gigs, but Jackie always has excuses, blaming Jeff or homework.

Shauna hides her hurt, while Jackie questions, “Why does seeing my best friend on stage make me want to kiss her?”

This question swirls in Jackie's head, keeping her distant. Shauna thinks Jackie is jealous of her doing something without her.

Finally, Jackie attends another gig without Jeff, hiding in the back where Shauna can’t see her.

The crowd has grown since the last time.

A girl at the bar flirts with Shauna, who politely smiles back, unaware that Jackie is seething with jealousy.

‘How dare Shauna smile at this bimbo when she's mine!’ Jackie thinks, staring daggers at them.

After the show, Jackie is too angry to compliment Shauna.

“You finally came to see us. What did you think?” Shauna asks.

“I liked it until that stupid song about some girl you just met.”

“You think my song is stupid?” Tears form in Shauna’s eyes, but Jackie doesn't stop.

“No—I mean, yes, but—”

“Of course, you think the song I wrote about you is stupid. Typical. You love everything revolving around you, and now this isn’t good enough for you. Save me the pity,” Shauna snaps and storms past Jackie.

“You wrote it about me?” Jackie’s words go unheard as Shauna rushes out, bumping into Nat and Lottie mid-makeout.

“Shit, man! Watch where you’re going—Shauna?!” Nat exclaims.

Nat and Lottie didn’t plan to announce their relationship this way, asking Shauna to keep it secret, but she's too pissed to care.

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Chapter 17: Tiger

Figureskating!Blaine/designer!Kurt Olympics AU for december klaine fanworks challenge. Also on AO3.

“Just skate like you’ve been skating. It's that simple.” Sue was leaning in close, staring right into Blaine’s eyes. Hers were blue. (Had he ever noticed that before? He'd become so much more attuned to his surroundings lately. Either Kurt’s attention to visual details was rubbing off on him, or it was a side effect of the endorphins Kurt was imbuing him with.) She slapped Blaine’s back. “Go get ’em, tiger.”

He stood and walked toward the rink. The crowd hadn’t yet quieted down from its adulation of Tatsuki Machida, and Blaine couldn't blame them. He was amazing. But that talent couldn't carry the entire Japanese team. Japan focused on singles to the detriment of ice dancing and pairs. Blaine didn't need to worry about Japan. The real threats were Russia and Canada, both with well-rounded teams and Russia also having the home field advantage. But Mike and Kitty had blown Russia out of the water, and Madison and Mason had outscored even Canada with their rhythm dance. Blaine needed to keep the U.S. in the top three.

Blaine shook his head. He shouldn’t be thinking about points or rankings, or that a chance at a medal for the entire team was resting on his shoulders. He needed to think about … nothing, actually. Or as little as possible. Just the music and the movement and the ice. That was how you made art: by taking all your work and practice and skill and experience, and sublimating them so that what arose felt magical, spontaneous, as if it had grown from the substance of the universe and not through any effort of one's own.

Blaine ran a hand over the line of rhinestones trailing over his hip. He thought of the countless rainbows hidden in their depths, and all the people who had to hide their souls like Blaine used to hide his—and still did, in smaller ways, especially with family. Cooper had messaged him twice since Blaine’s ultimatum, but Blaine had immediately archived both texts without reading. It was too big of a risk right now when Blaine needed to stay focused. If Cooper’s messages weren't an olive branch, but just another attempt at getting Blaine to make a public statement, it might have broken Blaine’s heart. A broken heart never helped in competition.

By not knowing what those messages contained, Blaine could pretend they said anything: things like Sorry and Go get ’em champ and Being yourself is the clearest statement you can make against Putin.

Blaine couldn’t free each person forced to hide in the shadows, but maybe his skating could strengthen a few enough to find their own liberation, the same way his spins and turns released the rainbows inside his rhinestones.

If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow why can't I? Blaine could, and they could. He would show them.

At the edge of the rink, Blaine looked past the flowers raining onto the ice to where Kurt was seated. He was far away in the stands, but he was looking at Blaine, smiling with his whole face. They hadn't had much time alone over the past couple days, but there had still been plenty of opportunities to tell Kurt that he loved him. Something had always stopped Blaine, though. Maybe it was fear that Kurt wouldn't be ready to say it back, and it would be awkward, and then they would be awkward, and then the wonderful buzz Blaine had been riding on for weeks would fizzle, and then he would crash, and he would forget how to do a quadruple Lutz or even a triple, and his newly rediscovered dreams would go swirling down the drain.

Besides, Blaine already felt Kurt’s love. It was in Kurt’s expressions and in his voice, in the way they interacted, in the way Kurt touched him and responded to his touch. It was better not to complicate things by trying to put them into words. Language was fraught and imprecise. If you said something and expected certain words back, it caused trouble. Speaking his feelings would only be an opportunity to create doubt where none had been.

But Blaine could use his body. He'd used it to express his love in the privacy of Kurt’s hotel room, and he could do the same out on the ice. He could show Kurt the way his love was awakening Blaine and transforming him. He could show the world what it meant to love.

The last of the flowers were cleared from the ice. It was time for Blaine to go on.

~~~

Blaine sat down between Sebastian and Sue, the rest of the team lined up behind them, and tried to stay detached while waiting for the scores to come in. It was a skill he'd worked on cultivating for years. It was also something he could never quite accomplish.

Sebastian handed him something soft and blue. “Your boyfriend insisted I give this to you for him.”

Kurt.

It was a tiny fabric bluebird, the same colors as the ones Blaine would sometimes see in the mountains of Colorado. The underside was soft hand-dyed velveteen that faded from turquoise at the throat to silvery white at the belly, the face and back a rich cerulean velvet covered by wings of layered silk the same color as Kurt's eyes.

Blaine smiled and kissed the little bird, waving at the camera in hopes it was projecting to the screens in the stadium so Kurt would see he loved it. Then Blaine settled in for the wait. He  took deep breaths and focused on the soothing shape of the bluebird nestled in the palm of his hand. Kurt was with him. No matter what his ranking was, Blaine would be okay.

The score flashed on the screen.

Sue shrieked. Sebastian kissed him on the cheek and then grumbled, “Oh, God, why did I do that? You're so sweaty!” Mike squeezed him in a monster hug.

Blaine stared at the screen. It was his highest ever. Higher than Tatsuki Machida and higher than Kevin Reynolds and higher than Evgeni Plushenko. High enough to move Team USA to the top.

“I did my part!” Blaine said, stunned.

“Don't act so surprised!” That was Madison, leaning in for a hug. “We knew you would.”

The next few minutes were a blur. There were more hugs with the rest of the team, and some waving at spectators and cameras, and a few short words with journalists. The whole time, Blaine kept the little bluebird in his hand.

When Blaine finally made it to the corridor that led to the locker rooms, Kurt was already there, waiting for him. “You were brilliant!” Kurt said, wrapping his arms around Blaine. “I’m so proud of you.”

There were so many things Blaine was used to hearing from others when he did well. Praise, congratulations, tips for doing even better the next time. But not those words. They were rare from Sue, rarer from Cooper, rarest from his parents; and he had never heard them from a lover. They implied an exceptional level of intimacy; you couldn't be proud of someone unless you were invested in their success—in their whole being—as much as they were. Yet here Kurt was, ready to be proud of Blaine even when Blaine had forgotten to be, too preoccupied with relief at not failing the team that he hadn’t stopped to take in what he’d accomplished.

That’s when it hit Blaine. He had scored higher than his Russian competitor in Russia as Putin had looked on from the stands, forced to watch an American faggot outskate his countryman with his own eyes.

“I want you to be proud of me.” The words were more tremulous than Blaine had planned. “And—” He held the bird out toward Kurt. “—thanks for this little guy. You made it, didn't you?”

Kurt smiled coyly. “You recognize my signature style, huh?”

“When did you have the time?”

“It's small. It didn't take that long.”

“And you found the perfect fabrics.”

“I grabbed everything that shade of blue from my stash when I was in New York.”

“Don't downplay it. He's beautiful. I love him.”

Kurt's cheeks flushed. “I'm glad. I couldn't be there with you while you waited for the score. It felt like the next best thing.”

“It was.” Blaine squeezed Kurt’s hand. “And I'm glad to be with the actual thing now.” Blaine couldn't stay all night in the back corridor with Kurt, of course. The ice dancing and ladies free programs were up next, and he needed to stick around to support his teammates. But he could enjoy a few minutes with the man he loved.

“And you smell incredible, by the way,” Kurt whispered.

“I smell like sweat.”

“Exactly.” Kurt’s voice dropped half an octave. “You sure you want to keep that costume on?”

Memories from Kurt’s bedroom flashed through Blaine’s mind, the sweat on their skin easing the friction between their bellies and thighs. “Not when you put it that way. But I have to keep it on. It’s good luck. Because you made it. And don’t worry. I'll let you help me take it off later. I’ll let you do a lot more than that.”

“Tonight? Back at my hotel?”

“Is that an invitation?” Logically, Blaine knew it was an invitation. But everything with Kurt was so incredible and new and outside of Blaine’s previous experience. It sometimes made it hard for him to trust his own instincts, even when he knew they were right. So he needed to double check.

“Of course.”

“Good. I was hoping for one.”

~~~

“Are you always this horny when you win?” Kurt said, lowering one hand to Blaine’s deliriously swollen cock and brushing his fingers along its length.

“I— I didn’t win, technically. It was all of us. The team.”

Blaine was ridiculous. Spread across Kurt’s bed in abject nakedness, every muscle of his body standing out in stark contrast against the white sheets—the most beautiful, talented man Kurt had ever laid eyes on—and he was still being modest. Kurt straddled Blaine’s thighs, nestling the seat of his briefs against Blaine’s erection, and began to unfasten the last few buttons of his own shirt as he leaned forward and whispered into Blaine’s ear, “You're part of the team. Your score made the difference between silver and gold.”

“It was a team effort.”

“I’ll show you a team effort.”

Blaine whimpered when Kurt kissed him. They had only been in the hotel room for five minutes and already Blaine was as worked up as if they had been going at it for an hour without relief. But maybe that's what happened to athletes when they won gold medals (and even to athletes who denied they had won them). Maybe from the moment the final score from the ladies’ skate was announced and the crowd had erupted into applause—more loudly for the Russians’ silver than for the Americans’ gold, of course, but not for any lack of effort on Kurt’s part—Blaine had been growing increasingly horny. Maybe the only thing that had kept him from sporting a full hard on during the flower ceremony had been his dance belt.

Kurt kissed down Blaine’s chest, pausing only long enough to throw his own shirt off before taking Blaine’s cock into his mouth. It was salty already with precome, huge and fully rigid, and it twitched in time with Blaine’s surprised moan. Kurt sealed his lips around the head and slid down, relaxing his tongue and throat to take as much of Blaine in as he could. Kurt loved this. He loved the way Blaine stretched his jaw and filled his mouth, and he loved the sound Blaine made as Kurt moved his tongue over the prepuce, and he loved the way Blaine whimpered as Kurt slid up and down, faster and faster, taking more and more of Blaine in with each plunge.

“Wait, wait,” Blaine panted. He slid up on the bed until his cock popped out of Kurt’s mouth. “I'm gonna come if you keep doing that.”

“And that’s a problem how?”

Blaine grumbled and pulled Kurt up beside him. “I don't want it to be over yet.”

“You seem horny enough to keep going even if you did come.”  Kurt stroked Blaine’s dick. He really wasn't in the mood to let it go.

“I am. But it's not from winning. It’s all you, Kurt. You're so hot. And the bird you made me-"

"My bird made you horny?"

"Sort of? I mean, the fact that you made it for me. It's so romantic."

"Ahh. So romance gets you horny."

"Totally. That's why I want you all the time.”

“Oh yeah?” Kurt teased. “How do you want me?”

“I want you to fuck my brains out. But I also want—" Blaine flipped around on the bed, his cock hovering in front of Kurt’s face and his hands around Kurt’s thighs, yanking off Kurt’s briefs and murmuring “God, look at that,” when Kurt’s dick was free. Blaine's breath was warm on Kurt’s shaft, and then Blaine’s lips were, soft and gentle and kissing up and down, nuzzling affectionately like when he kissed Kurt on the lips. That once-hated phrase flashed again through Kurt’s mind—making love—because that's what Blaine was doing, kissing him so reverently, sucking him with sweet adoration, his mouth warm and wet, his tongue looping and circling around his head and down his shaft, strong suction, back and forth, in and out, until Kurt was giddier than he got watching Blaine do a combination spin.

Kurt was holding on to Blaine’s cock like a lifeline. He couldn't stop staring at it, hot and thick and leaking, so lovely Kurt never wanted to lose sight of it and breaking his heart because he wanted to taste it too, and he couldn't do both things at the same time, and Blaine was humming now, soft sounds that vibrated through Kurt’s dick and into his balls, and Kurt was lost in sensation. How had this bliss happened? Kurt had been in complete control and in a split second Blaine had turned everything on him, had made Kurt the panting and desperate one, unable to decide between a multitude of wonderful things.

Blaine let go of Kurt’s cock, and maybe that should have offered some relief from the relentless pleasure, but Kurt was still riding it in waves, being lifted higher as Blaine kissed the inside of his thighs, over the soft flesh of his ass, pushed Kurt’s legs open and pressed the pad of his finger against Kurt’s hungry hole.

Kurt gasped.

Blaine looked up from where he'd been staring between Kurt’s legs. “Is that okay? You can still fuck me later if you want to. This doesn't have to be a prelude to anything. I just really like your asshole. It's cute.”

Blaine’s finger was still there, resting while Blaine waited for confirmation. But even with its lack of movement, it sent sparks of desire skittering over Kurt’s skin and up his spine. Kurt didn’t know whether to moan in delight or laugh at how moved he felt by such an absurd compliment. The sound that finally came out of his mouth sounded like a sob.

“Hey, did I—” Blaine rotated himself on the bed so that he was now face to face with Kurt again. “Is something wrong?”

“No.” Kurt wiped his eyes. “I think … I'm not sure anyone’s said that to me before. I guess my brain short circuited and good feelings came out as tears. It happens sometimes.”

“Well, they should have. It's all nice and tight and pink like a little rosebud, and I want to kiss it so bad. Would that be okay?”

“I thought … you wanted me to fuck you?”

“Sure, but this doesn't preclude that. Unless you want it to. Because honestly? We need a lot more than one session to get through all the things I want to do with you.”

With anyone else, not having a clear plan about who was going to bottom or who was going to top—or whether any bottoming or topping was going to be taking place—would have made it impossible for Kurt to move forward. He couldn't deal with those kinds of unknowns when he was naked with another person. It made him feel too vulnerable.

But now, here with Blaine, vulnerability became strength. Kurt didn't know what was going to happen and he didn't have any grand scheme for getting Blaine off. But that was okay. It was exciting not knowing what would happen next. Because he knew that with Blaine, whatever happened and even when Kurt didn't know what he was doing, he was safe.

“Me too,” said Kurt. “Follow your bliss, Blaine.”

Blaine did. The first light touch of his lips sent a frisson of heat up Kurt’s  spine and made his eyelids flutter. Blaine’s mouth was warm and soft and— Oh. Kurt shivered.

He should have known Blaine would be good at this. He was amazing at kissing Kurt on the mouth. And this. This was … transcendent. Even the lightest of kisses here shot to Kurt’s core.

And when Blaine began to kiss more firmly, more insistently, his mouth and his tongue pressing against Kurt’s most vulnerable place—coaxing him open—emotions welled up in Kurt’s chest that he could not name.

They pushed against his throat, making him moan and gasp, and they made his eyes water, and they coursed through his body, setting everything alight. He felt like he might fly away if it weren't for Blaine holding tightly to his haunches, holding Kurt down and open and making him take the pleasure, every soft suck and every firm thrust of it, take more and more of it until Kurt’s desire and love and gratitude spilled from every pore.

It had never been like this before for Kurt. Never. No one had done this solely for Kurt’s enjoyment. It had always been a means to an end. Always, as the waves began to crest more forcefully, pushing Kurt deeper into transcendent desperation, a lover would suddenly pull away, reminding Kurt that the intimacy had been only a prelude, not an act of love in itself.

But Blaine didn't pull away. He kissed Kurt and he kissed Kurt and he kissed, tongue and lips and soul, his nose occasionally nudging against Kurt’s scrotum, his moans reverberating through Kurt’s body. When Kurt looked down between his legs he met Blaine's eyes, smiling in amber and gold, his eyelashes fluttering heavily. His hands were caressing Kurt’s hips, tethering him, as if the possibility of Kurt’s hole slipping away from Blaine’s sweet mouth was as anathema to Blaine as it was to him.

The truth of it struck Kurt with force. Blaine was enjoying this as much as Kurt was. Blaine was as desperate for Kurt’s fulfillment as Kurt was.

Energy sparked up Kurt’s spine, curled out through his chest and arms and up into his jaws and tongue. He cried out as the orgasm hit him, a sound like joy and weeping, his body quaking, his hands clawing at the sheets as Blaine moaned right into his core, devouring Kurt like a feast.

Blaine didn’t stop. He kept going, pushing Kurt further along the wave than Kurt had imagined it could carry him, taking him through peak and trough and back up to another peak, his eyes always on Kurt’s face, full of love.

Kurt reached down and grabbed Blaine’s hand as he crested the final swell, so intense it threatened to submerge him. Blaine responded, interlacing their fingers and giving Kurt something to hold on to, something to keep him afloat as he rode the wild tide. Kurt brushed his thumb over the back of Blaine’s hand, speaking with the gesture what he couldn't with his voice: I need you. I love you. We're in this together.

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streamer enid au! once again part 2

There's a taste on Enid's tongue when she speaks. It's sweet, flavorful and distracting - addicting she can almost say. No wonder she keeps talking and talking, murmuring about anything just to taste that drug stuck in her mouth. 

It's why she couldn't fully focus on her stream, why her eyes aren't drawn to the colourful lights of the game she was playing on autopilot. Something was distracting her and she didn't know what. 

It isn't until she hears the slow yet measured footsteps passing by her door that it finally clicks and a smile grows on Enid's face.

Right, she ate well yesterday. 

Chat is as noisy as always, clamouring with their normal chatter but they seem to be confused as to why Enid suddenly decided to shut up. 

"streamer going insane?" 

"U see that glaze in her eyes? Bet she’s high on chocolate"

“You can get high on chocolate???”

“Ofc not this is y u dont believe everything in the internet” 

The werewolf quickly looked back to the game, a lil snort bubbling in her throat. Chat definitely has their moments, these were one of them. To think people wonder why she was streaming, it's for dumb reasons like this.

"hi guys what's happenin" 

"ur mom is what's happenin" 

“Yall so rude ;-; i was just asking”

A sound alert is the one that fully snaps Enid back to attention. With a quick thank you to one Sokoe-chan, she finally dragged her eyes away from the game to give a very concerned look at the camera, her eyes just reading that mess of a convo. 

“What the fuck chat?” she murmured, but the tone definitely couldn't hide the upward quirk of her lips. “Also I don't get high on chocolate, that's not how werewolves work.”

Chat begins to spark at that, questions of ‘duh, dogs are allergic that makes so much sense’ to ‘who made you the werewolf expert huh!?’ 

It makes Enid lean back as she builds a house. She’s playing minecraft after all, albeit one with horror mods but considering that the sun was up and her chests were full, she decided to go and finally build a house.

Before her chat remembers and calls her homeless.

She shivers at that, can you really blame her? It's hard to build things when you’re being chased and only have your own flesh and bone to keep you running.

The sound of rattling bones rings through her headphones and Enid’s cheeks burned as she gave her full attention back to chat. It's still a little shocking to have people pay for a free live stream, so she does try her best to give her gratitude to any supporters. “Thank you again Sokoe-chan for the ten gifted!” 

The text to speech drawled in reply “did you hear that Lunal curse is getting a movie adaption exclamation mark exclamation mark question mark.”

Enid’s eyes widened as she immediately straightened and pulled herself close to the camera. “Really?!” she places a hand on her chest, leaning back with a dramatic sigh. “My wife is going to do amazing, I'm telling you.” Enid points at the screen, a bright smile on her face. “Ain’t nobody can beat my woman! Imagine being a director and the main actor-”

As the werewolf goes on a tangent, chat meanwhile has their own thoughts.

“There she goes”

“Can you blame her?! Wednesday does such a good job as Viper”

“It just feels a lil self insert for the author to act out the main role yknow?”

“Hey now, if it works then it works”

“Just sayin!”

“Brother ur in the wrong channel to be dissing Wednesday”

“Endespair is a huge W.A simp after all”

Enid paused in her words to raise a brow. “Hey hey, nothing wrong with saying your thoughts but you’re treading a thin line there man.” she waves her hand around. “She’s giving good content and getting that bag! Besides, she auditioned for that role and the others greenlit her to be Viper.” 

Most of the chat agrees, some even citing a few articles of the process. This definitely wasn’t a new topic in terms of Viper’s casting.

The tone overall seemed rather easy going, everyone vibing until a comment pops in that makes Enid’s lips drop and her brows to furrow.

“Trust a dog to be at someones heel”

“HEY”

“Too far dude wtf”

“MODS”

“U AINT ACCEPTED HERE”

A stormy look crossed Enid’s face and the ban hammer dropped. The wolf sighs, escaping the game to the menu as she gives a look. 

“we’re boutta be scolded againnn”

“Its not our fault!”

“Sjdklajdklsja father forgive us”

“Pls not again, i havent recovered from the last lashing”

Enid’s look is affronted, but chat’s lil attempts to make her smile works. “You guys make it sound like I abuse you or something,” she laughs and for a moment, chat thinks they’re off the hook before she removes her glasses to raise a brow at the camera.

A classic look of disappointment.

“Dangit thought that was going to work”

“Lowkey i dont mind being scolded if its endespair”

“Daddy issues right here”

“Ay no need to call me out like that”

Normally, Enid would hold out for a few more seconds, just to make the tension palpable enough to fuck with her audience until the loud sounds of bones rattling makes her shoulders drop.

This is why she can’t be serious until it's really needed.

“Lunaslandingpad threw 50 gifted subs into the pile” spoke the alert but just before it could continue, Enid paused it to let out a harsh and very tired sigh.

One so filled with emotion that it makes Chat pause themselves as she rubbed at her eyes before sliding on her frames.

“One, no bribing me to feel better,” Enid starts and immediately, chat clammors in agreement. “Two, none of those dog comments. Not only is that a shitty thing to do but I have werewolf tagged on stream to make sure others like me find it easier so don’t make me regret it.” A shine of white is shown, her fangs seemed to almost be bared if it weren’t for the hand that covers anything below her nose. “Last, there is nothing wrong with criticising a piece of work but don’t bring that stuff here.”

Silence filled the air as Enid leant back, her lips pursed as she crossed her arms. “Got it?”

“Ofcourse!”

“Yesser”

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“WE SAW THAT” “Caught in 4k”

Soon, Enid’s scowl turned into a bigger raised brow before rolling her eyes as she opened up the mod log to see the rather.. Thirsty comment. “You all really gotta think before you type.” her head shakes as she laughs. “you guys are lucky i wouldn’t have you guys any other way.” 

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[the-arkhamwolf]

Reverse Robins Tim Drake

I have a lot of Reverse Robin Aus so I thought it would be fun to compare the different versions of Characters in each starting with Tim

Falling in Reverse

My first ever Reverse Robins deals with Tim's many self-worth issues. In this version Tim dies due to his fear of failure.

Tim was a neglected child who felt he had to earn everything including his place as Robin. After his parents died he moved into Wayne manner. Damian wasn't much help making Tim feel like he belonged.

Things got better between them but Tim's never got over that feeling of not belonging. He never spoke out on this just worked hard to prove himself. Believing Robin was the only reason he wasn't tossed aside. So when he was benched, due to him "Not being fit to be on the field", he took that badly and went out to prove himself. Overworked and paranoid he walked into a trap that ended his too-short life.

Tim then takes a dip in the pit and wakes up cold and reserved. Ras is amazed believing that the pit had no effect on him, that was indeed far from true. The pit gave Tim a different kind of rage, a quiet rage, something Ras would come to realize was far scarier.

For a while, Tim stays with the league learning and waiting. During this time Ras tries to brainwash Tim and he plays along. But the truth is Ras never had Tim under his control. When Tim is ready to leave he sets off his plan basically destroying the league. He then confronts Ras and kills him. This is Tim's first kill and while Ras doesn't stay dead (Thanks to the pit) He becomes fearful of Tim.

Tim is able to control the pit (for the most part) making it safer for those around but deadly for those he deems as a threat.

He goes back to Gotham and despite Ras's best efforts Tim doesn't hate the bats and even feels relieved Bruce took another Robin. After all, Tim wasn't really suppose to be Robin.

Tim blames himself for his death and thinks he has brought great shame to Batman and Robin. Tim sees himself as a failure that does not deserve to rejoin the bats, this is reinforced by the pit. So he works to protect the bats doing the dirty work to keep their hands clean.

Some people deserve to die and that's where he comes in. Because Batman doesn't kill and Damian should never be put in that spot again, not after how far he has come. Tim sees himself as a necessary evil.

He actually has a great relationship with his replacement even if he didn't mean to. He works hard to make sure the kid is safe. Jason is a great kid and will never go through what Tim did. He and Damian have a complicated relationship but both still care for each other.

He gets along with Cass pretty well even if they disagree on killing. He thinks Steph is the funniest thing ever and loves to watch her annoy Damian.

Tim leads the outlaws which is him, Roy, and Rose. Tim doesn't need friends he needs to focus on his work. Roy refuses to let that happen and somehow sneaks his way into being friends without Tim realizing it.

Rose flirts with Tim at first because it always flustered him but slowly they grow to like each other.

Tim is touch starved and he is the only one that doesn't see that as a problem. He also is a workaholic so Rose and Roy have to keep an eye on him and make him take breaks.

Tim has a deep love of photography even as Red Hood. It is a way to connect him to his past and Robin.

(Spoiler- When he becomes a dad He leaves the role of Red Hood and becomes a new paper photographer)

Something I love about this version: Tim has a deep love of Fnaf that drives everyone crazy

The Watchers

The Watchers is a much more darker take on reverse robins and the main reason is because Tim doesn't die. Watchers switching things up a bit with Tim having a good relationship with his parents. Tim is still a little sneaks out and becomes Robin.

Damian and Tim's relationship is much worse in this version. With Damian being jealous of Tim and his family. After Tim's parents die he moves in with Bruce and Damian becomes angry. (Damian is a lot more resentful due to stuff that happens to him but this is about Tim right now)

One night Damian cuts Tim's line and he crashes into a building. It doesn't paralyze him but it does give him permanent back problems. After that, Tim stayed on for another year as Oracle, A whole year of putting up with Damian's harsh insults and mocking unable to do anything. Finally, Tim had enough and quit the hero game altogether.

He leaves Gotham only to be brought back a few years later by an unexpected visitor. Batman has stepped down and Gotham is full of crime and the Court of Owls is at the center of it all. There is going to be a purge on Gotham Tim hates this city but it was his home. He and this guy name Jason team up to take back Gotham.

As soon as he moved back Tim started having nightmares. He doesn't get much sleep and his back is not going to let him go into the field so He becomes SkyWatcher. The court finds out about him and sends a talon after him. Turns out it's a child (Dick Grayson). He decides he's going to bring him home and raise him. It takes a while to earn the child's trust.

Tim comes across Rose and the two end up having a relationship sort of like Batman and Cat Women.

Tim has a deep resentment for photography because it reminds him of Batman and Robin. He also hates Damian and this gets worse when Damian takes Stephanie under his wing and makes her Robin.

Something I love about this version: Tim trying to raise a kid that is constantly trying to stab him

Falling Slowly

Falling Slowly is not exactly a Reverse robins set up as Tim is actually the oldest. While Watchers is the darkest version I think this is the saddest.

Tim's parents weren't around much so he would sneak out at night to take pictures of Batman. Batman gets injured one night and Tim is forced to reveal himself to help Bruce.

After Alfred patches Bruce up he imminently takes Tim home telling him to not sneak out anymore. Of course, Tim doesn't listen because someone needs to be there to help Batman when he's in trouble.

Eventually, Bruce gave up and started training him, not to fight but to protect himself. Tim started helping Bruce with cases and spent a lot of time at the cave. He was given the code name backup but he's not allowed to join in the fighting.

Everything was great until Tim's parents got killed during a robbery. Bruce took him in and tried to help him. Feeling guilty about his death Tim tried to go out and avenge his parents but Bruce stopped him. He made Tim his sidekick hoping it would help Tim the same way Batman helped him. And it did Tim became less restless and more focused.

Tim becomes Cardinal but because of how tiny he is the media started calling him Robin. Tim hated this and is sick of correcting people. While Cardinal Tim and another sidekick he was friends with got attacked. Tim only got minor injuries but the friend was nearly killed and lost the ability to walk. Tim blamed himself and started to spiral lucky someone was there to pull him out.

 After Tim graduated he moved out to go to college. He came home for the weekend to find that he had a little brother.

Tim is beyond thrilled, he always wanted a little brother. Jason was a little standoffish at first but eventually warms up to him. Tim spends his weekends training Jason and eventually passing down the mantle of Robin to Jason once he's ready.

 Tim couldn't help but blame himself because he gave Jason the suit. Tim dropped out of school and moved back to Gotham to keep an eye on Bruce. He gets a job at W.E. and becomes Redwing. Tim is in a spiral and no one seems to be able to pull him out until Selena goes a talks to her. She manages to convince to get therapy.

The therapy ends up helping. Tim still has a long way to go but there's definitely an improvement.

The therapist advises him on getting a therapy dog. Tim's skeptical after all his mother had taught him dogs were fealty creatures that would chew him up.

However, while working on a case he finds Ace a poor German shepherd that has been mistreated and hurt. The dog tries to tear him to pieces so He brings it home. Slowly he earns Ace's trust after taming him some work he takes to a class to get him trained. Ace doesn't care for other humans or dogs but he has gotten to the point where he chooses to ignore rather than attack.

Ace completely trusts Tim and Tim completely trusts Him.

One day while walking in the cave he was attacked by a child assassin aka Bruce's son Damian. Damian doesn't like Tim at first but Tim keeps an eye on him because the kid is his little brother. 

 One day Damian walked up to Tim and Bruce and demanded the Robin mantel. Tim puts his foot down before Bruce could say anything reminding him of what happened to Jason.

One night Damian steals the Robin suit and sneaks out. He runs into Red Hood and somehow the villain knows his every move. Luckily Tim comes to the recuse, unlucky Tim isn't prepared to deal with the fallout.

Something I love about this version: Tim loves to skateboard and even teaches Ace how too

Dying Birds Au

While my first Reverse Robins has Tim having a bad life and then dying this newest one has Tim being happy then dying. Okay, Tim's parents are still neglectful and he still gets a rough start as Robin (or whatever name I use) but the rest is pretty happy.

It all starts when Damian gets shot. He's not killed but he's is paralyzed from the waist down. Damian had been Robin Tim's hero and Batman's sidekick. After getting shot he left Gotham leading to a much darker Bruce. Batman needs Robin, Tim didn't sign up for this but here he is.

Bruce is better but he and Damian still aren't talking. Tim decides to put a stop to that. Damian and Tim get off to a rocky start with Damian finding Tim annoying and also having an underlying resentment for the kid Tim doesn't care.

Slowly the little brat grows on him and Damian does come back to Gotham. The two become pretty close. Damian convinces Tim's Parents to let Bruce adopt him and Tim moves in.

Tim is a people pleaser so Damian makes sure no one takes advantage of him. And Tim makes sure Damian doesn't bet himself up over mistakes.

Tim effectively becomes friends with a villain's daughter and takes her under his wing. Stephine trains under Tim to become the next Robin

Tim plans to leave the mental to start his own team but is too nervous to tell anyone but Damian and Stephanie.

Tim gets hurt bad on a patrol trying to help someone. Damians on the headset the entire time talking to him as Tim lies bleeding out.

Tim's death spits the family apart and causes Steph to leave.

Tim comes back via Lazarus pit plays Ra's, destroys the Lazarus pit, leaves the league in shabbles then starts up his own team with Roy and Rose.

He can't control the pit messes with his head making him cold and dangerous so he stays away from the bats to protect them.

Cass is sent to kill Tim instead he takes her and trains her she in return becomes his unrequest bodyguard. He tries to give her as normal a life as he can.

One big difference between this and Falling in Reverse is that in FR Tim had his own run-down apartment. Whereas here all of the outlaws live together in an abandoned building.

Something I love about this version: Tim and Cass's sibling dynamic I just find this adorable

Wrap up

Falling in Reverse: Ashamed Red Hood in desperate need of a hug

The Watchers: Tired dad with back problems and a murderous child

Falling Slowly: Guilty older brother trying to make up for the past

Dying birds: Scared Red Hood who pushes everyone away

What character would you like to see next?

If there's you have any questions or want me to talk more about one of these drop it in my inbox