#i have cried over most of the fics on this list AND IT WAS WORTH EVERY TEAR

[fleetingvow]

𓏹 Fallen Debris .

Camilo Madrigal x GN!Reader

Author's Note. You guys seem to be a sucker for angst just like I am, so here you go! A little contribution to the list of Tumblr's angsty Camilo fics. I never thought I'd be motivated to write again. Even as simple as getting comments and notes really does a lot to someone, and I'm grateful for it all! I also cried while writing some of the parts so I hope that's worth it. Here's a fic made especially with love, constant repeat of dos oruguitas for setting up the mood, and tears.

Category — imagine, angst, romance.

Notes and Warnings — english not being the author's first language, second person's point of view, camilo being angry and saying hurtful words, bullying, mentions of blood.

Summary — after the disastrous dinner where Mariano and Isabella were supposed to come out engaged, you and Camilo had an extremely heated argument about Bruno after defending him causing your relationship to deteriorate completely. You were there when Mirabel and Abuela fought causing the downfall of Casita — you along with it.

And when Camilo found your unresponsive figure underneath the piles and rubbles of the fallen shelter's debris, well . . . ( 8.45k words )

You didn't know how you ended up here, chest heaving filled with disdain towards the boy you used to adore in front of you. You started the day so happy. How could you end up like this? It was all joyous. The day was clear and harmonious. How did this all happen?

You frowned at the Madrigal who mirrored you.

See, you were one of the townspeople that helped with La Casita. Needless to say, you were the painter of the town. You created portraits and arts all across Encanto since you turned 10. You were an art prodigy, the star of brushes and paints. You created a special bond with Camilo Madrigal and the live house itself, and from then on, you became someone in every step of La Casa Madrigal's ground.

Camilo was so bright then. He always asked you to come over to paint this and that, to teach him how to stroke a line with a brush, how to create an outline, and finish an art with your very secret technique called showing the canvas with love and affection. He found it silly, but he never did mind.

Despite the countless paintings in his room, Camilo only had eyes for you. Only you, and nothing else. He thought you were the most priceless art he's ever seen. Your colours were so vibrant, especially your eyes. The way your creator outlined you as a whole fascinated him, he wanted to learn how to paint just so he could make so many images of you.

Everyone didn't know what to make of him when he started becoming so fond of Encanto's art prodigy. He never ended a day without mentioning you or your works. He would always say such things as, "I wonder if they were born perfect," or "The world is a better place with them around."

You heard this all from Mirabel complaining how her cousin just wouldn't shut up about you or your "flowy hair", she playfully cringed.

So, when he confessed his feelings and found out you reciprocated it, he was over the moon, so past cloud 9 that he could just die the happiest man right there and then.

When that happened, you came more often, giving excuses that you wanted to give Pepa a gift. You did, but you stayed longer that everyone thought Casita held you hostage. Kidding aside, the family loved your paintings, causing them to keep asking for more and more until you found one peculiar spot when you were examining a framed photo. Casita warned you not to go, but you were curious as to what was there.

Needless to say, you gained awareness of the purest 'missing' Madrigal living inside the walls and became the best of friends.

And when you did, you were protective and secretive of his existence just like he asked — no, practically begged of you.

So, when you were invited to dine with the Madrigals, expecting the proposal of Mariano to Isabella, you kept a few foods on your plate for Bruno to have later. He can't just keep grabbing leftovers from the kitchen counters. You looked over at Camilo who sat across from you and smiled. Much to your dismay, he did not return the gesture. Your significant other has been cold these past few days and you were not sure why.

That's when you noticed Dolores, Mirabel, and Tío Agustín acting strange. What was going on?

A few more disasters later, the truth was out and everyone was soaked with Tía Pepa's rain. Luisa's powers were gone, Isabella was angry, Camilo was a half Mariano, half baby, the actual Mariano and his concerned mother were sat there panicking, and basically everyone was out of it. All because of Bruno and his last vision. You didn't understand the reaction. You didn't know about this, but why?

"Why does it seem like you believe Tío Bruno made this prophecy? I know he could never do such a thing like this. He can only read the future, not make it. It's not his fault nor Mirabel's!" You stated as everyone looked at you, incredulous. Abuela dropped her fork at your words as if it gave so much more information than what it should have.

"Y/N!" Camilo called and frowned at you. He looked at his abuela and awkwardly let out a laugh, "I'm so sorry, Abuela. She must have eaten something."

You scoffed. How was that possible?

"No, Camilo. I don't understand why everyone seems so against him when he did nothing wrong." You continued. Pepa's cloud thundered. You slightly jumped at that. Oh, no. You were making everyone mad, but you had to defend your best friend. Your fifty-year-old best friend who spent a decade alone with his rat friends in those cracking walls, patching them as the family slowly fell apart.

"Do you know where Bruno is?" the head of the Madrigals suddenly asked.

Uh-oh. You didn't think of that. You shook your head and simply stated an apology to cover your lies. "I don't know."

"Do you know what he's like?" She asked with a stern tone, making Camilo sulk in his seat.

"No, Abuela. I'm sorry." You quietly replied as you looked down in shame.

"Then don't say another word. You were not supposed to know whatever it is that you know about Bruno. You speak as if you know him well." She stood up as Mariano and his mother stormed off. What she said next bore a hole to your chest. "And know your place in this house, Y/N. You're not a Madrigal."

She turned to Camilo who was as wide-eyed as everyone else on the table, "I will talk to the two of you once I fix this mess."

That's when everyone got out of their seats as well to get out of the awkward dining room. Pepa only looked at you with sympathy, so did everyone else, but Camilo's eyes expressed something different. His eyebrows were just a centimetre apart, his lips curled in a way that he radiated rage.

You stepped back from where you stood alone in the kitchen. The place was now silent. Everyone was out to tend to Mariano or retreat to their rooms after the catastrophe. But you and Camilo only stood there glaring at each other.

"We need to talk." He started and slightly raised his arms, his ruana wrinkling from the action. "What was that, Y/N?"

"You know I was defending your Tío Bruno, Camilo. Don't lecture me. I did the right thing, I know it."

"Did you really? Because the last time I checked that was disrespectful, and not only did you say that to my Abuela, you acted as if you knew about my family so well!" He yelled.

Silence, then, he walked out of the kitchen to go back to his room. You followed after, apologising multiple times until you reached his room and got inside, closing the door.

"Do I not know about your family, Camilo? Do I seem so naive about your history? Do I look like I never spent time to know about everyone just so I could be approved by the people in this house? Do I look like I didn't try at all?" You asked as his back faced you. "Because I did! I tried my best to please you."

"This is not about you, Y/N," he sighed.

"Then why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are we like this? Why do I not feel your support? You don't feel warm anymore and you haven't been since the past few days. What happened to you?" He turned to you once he heard the question.

"What happened to me? What happened to you, Y/N? You've never acted so recklessly before. What is it with my tío that you snapped so much like that? Do you know where he even is?"

"No, I don't!" You answered.

"Then why do you act like you do? See? This is why I don't understand you sometimes. You keep things hidden from me when you know you could trust me. Why are you being like this? I thought we're open to each other?"

"Listen, I don't know about your tio, but I'm sure that there was more to the story that everyone so much speaks of. What if Bruno was out there struggling? Have you never thought about him being alone after all this time that he left? How could you not feel sympathy for him and just fear? Do you seriously believe he makes bad things happen? Because that's ridiculous and you know it!"

He only stared at you, unable to think of something to respond. So, you continued.

"You may never know if he was out there, cold on rainy days, covering himself with his own clothes that smelled like home he always remembered being so warm. What if he had nothing to eat but scraps that he shared with his rats he called his friends? What if he missed his family? Missed Tía Julieta's freshly made arepas, Tía Pepa's rainbows and sunshine? Abuela's lessons about keeping the miracle alive? What if he had so little but still shared until he had nothing? Have you ever thought of that? All of us never knew why he left. Maybe there was a missing piece we forgot to look at. You all chose to fear him, think of him as a villain, but have you ever empathised?"

Camilo squinted his eyes at you, unsure what to make of you. The more you said something, the more he grew suspicious of you. You seemed to have been keeping so much from him and it pained him to say, he was slowly losing trust.

"Tell me the truth, Y/N." He walked closer to you, "Do you know where Tío Bruno is?"

You got intimidated by that, but you stood your ground and shook your head, "I—"

"Don't lie to me this time, Y/N."

You felt like you were shrinking as the distance got narrower. Nevertheless, you chose to hold your breath and look at him with a stern expression. Your eyes never faltered at the furious sight of the Madrigal.

This time, you were the one to step closer, stopping just a few inches in front of him, but no. The atmosphere was not intimate as it was a few months ago. There was no passion in his eyes, no love, no empathy.

Just anger.

And it tore you. It broke your heart into millions of shards, cutting through the walls of your chest. So you stood there, fighting back the lump on your throat. "I don't know what you want me to say, but I'm already telling you this and I'm not repeating it again. I don't know where Tío Bruno is."

"Then this discussion is over. I already knew the answer before you told me." He stepped back and stopped to tell you something else, "I don't think I can trust you anymore."

"So, that's it?" You asked.

"What else do you want to talk about, Y/N? It's not like you're going to be honest with me anyway."

"What is wrong with you, Camilo? You weren't like this before! What did I do wrong? Why are you being like this? You know I tried for you — so, so hard, and this is what we'll end up being?"

"Where were you the times that I needed you? Disappearing all the time. Have you heard what they're saying about us, Y/N? Have you heard how much they hated this thing between us?" He turned around to face you, nose starting to flush red, eyes getting glossy, and ears turning into a deep shade of crimson.

"Thing? This thing is what this relationship means to you? And I know. I've heard! Why would you listen?! I thought we shouldn't mind them because we have each other?! What's going on with the both of us, Camilo? Do you still feel something? Am I still someone to you? Did the words get right into your head? Because I don't understand anything." The house creaked underneath you, but you were both too into the heat of the moment that none of you decided to back down.

"Then maybe we don't have each other after all," he mumbled.

"What?" You questioned under your breath as you looked at him in disbelief. What did he just say? That was that. The knot that twined your heart in place snapped as if it dropped to your stomach, feeling the pain of what you never thought would come. Does this mean what you think it means?

Even the Madrigal himself was taken aback by what he said, but because of determination to win this argument, he stuck with it. He watched as your frown got more intense, a tear slipping from your eye that he used to cherish so much. You quickly wiped it off with your fingers and fought your desire to break down in front of him.

"I knew you were embarrassed to be with me this whole time. Of course, because you just had to be so perfect, do you?" You shrugged your shoulders in defeat, looking at him in the eyes and expressing yourself through your words. Your voice was shaking. It felt so restrained from the huge lump on your throat. "Ah, the amazing Madrigal!" You sarcastically waved your hands to mock the cheers he received outside the doors of Casita. "So alluring, so gifted, so perfect!"

"And then there's me," you continued, your arms falling to your sides. "The art prodigy who tries so hard to please everyone like a dog but with a brush, the useless child of my parents, the pity-joiner of the Madrigals. Who would believe that you dated me without explanations, right? Because I'm Y/N the one everyone should pity and at the same time, talk bad about. I'm Y/N who's an embarrassment, and a liar."

"Y/N, no." Camilo tried to walk towards you and grab your hand, but you stepped back and pulled your hand away before the warmth of his skin touched yours.

"I'll apologise to Abuela and explain for you." You turned around and opened the door, but before you left, you did one thing that made your significant other's freckled cheeks stained with tears. You swivelled and embraced him one last time, taking his hand and forcing it to open. You took the necklace made out of shells off your neck and placed it there, closing his palms once again. A hand of yours found its way to his cheek, wiping the hot liquid.

"Maybe it's not me," you finally said. "Maybe it's not me all along, and I understand."

"Please, Y/N. I didn't want it to end this way. Don't leave," he whispered and pulled you in a hug, soaking your sleeves with his wet tears. "Stay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't trust you enough. I'll be better, I promise. I'll tell them to stop. I'll teach myself how to treat you better. I'll learn for the best, just don't leave."

But you weren't sure if that was true anymore. You've felt and felt it all that you couldn't take it back. So, you pat his back, pulled away, shook your head and walked out.

By the time you did, you heard an argument downstairs. So, you went and checked it out only to find Mirabel and the head of the house fighting in the middle of their own home. The candle's bright light was slowly getting dimmer and the house creaked again.

" — but it is not an excuse for you to hurt this family!"

You watched the scene unfold, unable to speak in your state. You felt like you didn't have the right to. A few more things were said. You wanted to go and take Mirabel by the hand so you could walk out for some fresh air, but something held you back. God, why were you so scared of them?

"I will never be good enough for you, will I? . . . No matter how hard I try." A painful sensation in your chest was felt again. You concentrated your gaze on the youngest child of Tía Julieta and Tío Agustín.

"Mirabel?" You called, giving her a look to be careful. She turned to you and quickly looked away.

"No matter how hard any of us tries. Luisa will never be strong enough. Isabella won't be perfect enough. Y/N? Even if they weren't a part of us, they deserve better for sticking up to someone who needed it. And Bruno left our family because you only saw the worst in him. "

"Bruno never cared about this family!" Abuela exclaimed as you frowned, mumbling a sombre 'what?'. Not noticing Camilo who got out of his room once he heard the commotion downstairs. There he spotted you but looked away, trying to refrain from ever thinking of what just happened. His family needed him now.

"He loves this family. I love this family. We all love this family. You're the one who doesn't care. You're the one breaking our home." The group shook as the floor around them cracked. You were alarmed by this and quickly looked around.

"Don't you ever — "

"The miracle is dying because of you!"

You gasped and looked at Mirabel. You understood what she felt, and took the words right out of everyone's mouth. Suddenly, the ground between them cracked, snapping them into two different spaces.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Tía Pepa shouted in distress.

"Mirabel, the candle!" You yelled from upstairs and tried your best to think of a way to get there and help Mirabel, but something — someone else made it into your mind in a panic.

Bruno.

He must not know what was happening. Or maybe he was, and he was listening. You pitied the man, truly. You were his only friend, not knowing he had already met Mirabel and Dolores and Antonio already knew about his presence behind the walls.

"Casita, get me up there!" The girl who wore glasses went up the ladder Casita prepared from the upstairs railing.

"Be careful, Mira!" You said. Isabella tried to go after the candle just like Mirabel was, but failed once she struck a wine only for it to disappear due to the fading magic.

"Y/N, you have to get out!" You heard Pepa shout from downstairs, but you were too stubborn to listen causing Camilo to frown as you ran somewhere.

"I need a diversion! I have to warn someone about this!" You told Mirabel.

"What?! A diversion?"

"For something behind the painting!" You replied, causing Mirabel's eyes to light up, understanding what you just said.

"Be careful, Y/N!"

Well, it looked like you didn't even need diversion after all. The eyes of the Madrigals were set on your friend and that was exactly what you needed. You quickly ran towards the painting with a secret passage behind it. The rats were running out in panic.

On the other hand, Antonio pointed to where you've gone only to see you disappear behind the frame. "Where is Y/N going?"

Camilo mentally groaned. He could've known you were going to do this, but he just couldn't fathom ever losing you to this accident. So, he readied his stance and ran. Thinking you might be taking a secret passageway to the tower where the candle was placed, he aimed for it and took a big leap, shape-shifting to make himself succeed on the mission. But, the fight messed with the magic, the candle was dimmer, fallen, and the tiles were cracked. The magic was getting weaker and weaker and soon, he joined Isabella on the ground, looking at each other with worry painted all across their faces.

Mirabel however, continued to save the candle, thinking to herself that she hoped Casita would help you if had gone under bad things during your time trying to save Bruno.

"Mirabel!"

"Mirabel, leave it!"

She couldn't. Before she could tiptoe to get the candle, she saw her dear Tío Bruno out and safe with a bucket over his head and a rat he considered as his only companion.

"Oh, no. Y/N." She whispered to herself, but there was no time. She had to save the miracle. She fully believed in her friend, you. You were clever in many more ways than one.

You were struggling to walk through the falling bits of the walls as you examined how ruined the passageway was to Bruno's home for the past decade. You were coughing. It was hard to see from the mist that the dust created and some of it getting in your eye. "Bruno? Tío Bruno? Hernando?!" You called out.

Your struggle kept getting worse and worse as the ground shook again but this time, more intense. The roof was falling apart above you, and all you had were your hands to cover your head. Your skin had spots of purple, cuts of red, and your heart was beating fast inside your chest. You were getting hopeless of getting out of here, but you had someone to save.

What if . . . Bruno's already safe?

The standing roof above your space cracked and creaked. You mumbled quiet no's. You were scared. There was no denying it. You were afraid if it would hurt to die, but not afraid of death itself. It was pain that you most certainly feared, and oh the things you would give right now just to feel numb.

"Camilo?!" You called in fear. "Mirabel?!" You circled in your place until you saw an open spot when Bruno must have left. You were about to head out when the roof fell, blocking your only way out. "Casita?!"

"No, no, no," you muttered over and over until you noticed a small creature crawling through a small crack. It looked up at you. It was one of those rats and it looked weak.

You gasped, "You're one of Tío Bruno's friends. The aunt in the telenovela." You gently took it with your dust covered hands, covering it protectively. "I'll get you out of here."

You squinted your eyes at the small entrance where the rat came from. It seemed to have come back for something as the crack led to the painting. You just had to remove this big wood blocking the way. Or maybe, you had to go over it. You looked up and found an open space. "Hang on tight on my shirt, okay?"

You settled it in your top's pocket and carefully made your way over the blockade, getting yourself out of the passage before it crumbled completely. And now you were standing there on the ruined second floor. The wood underneath you moved with life, "Casita, where's Mirabel?"

The wood you stepped on snapped as you whimpered, "She'll make it work, I know it."

You stepped on the stone part quickly once the wood crumbled, palming your pocket to feel the shaking creature inside. Then, you looked up to see Mirabel struggling as the tower was about to fall down. Casita was getting weaker and weaker.

You knew it could save only one of you.

Your breath hitched at the sound of her screaming. "Mirabel!"

"Y/N!"

"Casita, whatever happens take care of Mirabel, please!" The despair in your voice was enough to let your friend know what you were about to do. She looked at you in disbelief and shook her head.

"What? No, Y/N. You have to get out of here!"

The time seemed to go so slow as you looked at Mirabel probably the last time before forcing a smile to tug on your lips. You leisurely nodded your head as another tear made its way down your hopeless facade just like the materials that were once you called your second home. You raised a hand slightly, "It'll be fine, Mirabel. Just save the miracle for your family."

You knew it was the end. You knew what you were signing up for. You knew the risks, and Mirabel Madrigal had more important roles. You believe in her. You know she could do it. She was the strongest of the Madrigals, and bias or not, that's what you believed.

"Y/N! Mirabel!" You heard everyone calling and then,

"No! You can't do this. Y/N!" She protested, but it was already too late once the stone pillar that used to support the second story of the house crumbled, sending you down without support. Your body was already sore, and you would be lying if you said it didn't hurt. It hurt badly. "Y/N!"

The chair, the door, whatever it was, you saw it moving over to Mirabel to act as a shelter to protect her from the falling debris. You felt something coming to you but it soon stopped right before it could do something to alleviate the impact of the last of La Casa Madrigal's piles and rubbles on you.

The rocks, dust, woods, steels and other more things came raining down on your helpless figure, putting your hands to cover your neck and at the same time, making room for Bruno's tiny companion so it could live.

The rat squeaked so many times, syncing with the sound of your groans and the falling objects. You didn't know what it was that hit your side that it hurt so bad you couldn't help but scream. You heard your name everywhere. There were different voices in the static noise you heard. You whimpered, still feeling the urge to live, but it was all slowly fading as you felt weaker, colder, . . . numb. The last that you saw was the rat moving to your neck to squeal endlessly, trying its best to keep you conscious.

It smelled so much like dust and iron with your blood. You were scared. You were so afraid. You were helpless and in such terrible pain as you felt the weight of the debris above you. You couldn't get yourself to say anything.

Your breath was shorter, faster as if you were chasing your hope to live. You shut your burning eyes with piercing tears, but before you could think of something to do, the faces of the people that mattered to you played like a movie scene, bidding you goodbye.

Memories were rewinded, keeping you calm, not knowing it was the last of what you'd see as you felt the blood rushing in your veins slowly falter.

It was your fifth birthday when you received your very first set of art materials and your father was smiling widely, holding the warm hand of his beloved over his shoulder as they looked at their child exploring the world of imagination. You giggled as you painted a four-legged creature coloured in grey with pink tail. "Estás recibiendo pinturas por toda tu ropa, mi amor." ( You're getting paint all over your clothes, my love. ) You heard your mother chuckle.

"I heard you crying, what's wrong?" You remembered the time you were much older but still so fresh and young staring up at a doe-eyed Dolores. Then, Isabella came handing you some flowers in an attempt to make you smile at the loveliness. Mirabel lent you a hand to help you to your feet as Felix and Agustín took the canvas with your proudest painting yet from the puddles of mud. Pepa made it thunder, glaring at the children who caused the catastrophe. And there came Julieta with her arepas, giving you one so it could heal the scrape on your knee. Their abuela cleared her throat as she slowly walked towards you, "We've been expecting you, but it seems as though I need to have a word with the children's guardians in town to refrain this from ever happening again."

That's when you slowly looked up and up to La Familia Madrigal. They were caring people and had loved your art, asking you to paint them instead of using the fast method of the camera. Even Casita insisted that you paint a beautiful pattern on its ground. And that pattern that remained etched on the floor for so many years. You remembered how they all looked at you. As if you needed a careful touch of protection. As if you were a part of their family.

And what hurt the most was when you thought you fit in, when you thought you're already a part of them, you had messed up and lost the opportunity to be a true Madrigal not by name but at heart.

That's when your mind clicked on someone else. Someone who made you feel so true, as if you were the art you painted.

( Hello! Please play 'Dos Oruguitas by Sebastián Yatra' while reading this part. I promise it's what makes it more fun to read. You won't even regret it! )

You remembered the first time you ever got to say a word to Camilo Madrigal — Where the sky was clear and filled with lighter shades of blue. Where the birds flew so freely with the cotton clouds, and the sun was so bright it could turn the world into a spinning jewel. He was younger, smaller, care-free but still taller. You recalled the warmth in his smile, sending you to fall without warning. He was radiant, and you adored the way you saw him look at you. The way you met was common and simple, like any other interactions strangers have. Nevertheless, he never failed to make your hand spark. He lit up your heart with joy.

Then months passed by again, that's when you saw him brighter, clearer. Camilo Madrigal! What a name to speak like ancient poetry. His smile became wider every time he spotted you in a crowd, or was it just you? His crooked teeth a few years back became so perfect you swore you saw it sparkle. Or was it his eyes when he talked about what made his day better? You weren't sure why you felt like this, but you found it better than staring at your accomplished works.

Because he was art itself. He was the root of the trees you painted with earthly versions of brown, just like his eyes and stars of freckles that scattered across his sun-kissed skin. Every stroke, every brush, every little spray of pigment on him was perfect. He was so perfect in your eyes even despite his own flaws.

He was the field of roses and daisies. The valley of fireflies up the mountains hued with orange and purples. His words swayed you in every way just like the moment you danced under the golden light of the town. It was the necklace made with seashells that bound you together the night he held your hands and expressed how his heart beat fast whenever you were present. How he has never even ever felt that way before, or maybe that was just because you and him were young and didn't know what exactly loving was.

That necklace of seashells was the symbol of his affections to you, made only with determination and feelings that bow could never be.

Camilo wasn't like that anymore. He wasn't the same as the kid you danced with the night the moon was full above Encanto, wondering what it was like to be human and not just a celestial body peering over the darkened clouds.

He never held your hand, never looked at you the way he used to. He was a burning flame slightly fading and you didn't know what caused it, but to you, he was still as perfect. He was the world itself and you put your faith in him.

"The Madrigals only pitied them, that's why they're always in their house."

"Why would they always come? Aren't their parents taking care of them enough?"

"I heard they don't know how to pronounce 'denouement'. Maybe that's why their parents couldn't stand them."

"That's a little harsh. You should feel bad for them."

"Everyone pities Y/N, Allerà. That's why they're getting the special treatment."

"Camilo must be embarrassed to be with them."

"If only he could see how much of a mess they truly are."

You quietly sobbed at the memories. You remembered how you argued with Camilo, how he didn't even flinch to say the words you dreaded to hear. He was careless when he held you. And soon, he cried just for you. He begged you to stay, chased after you when you decided to be selfless again.

'You didn't deserve to be with a Madrigal from the very beginning anyway. What were you thinking? Did you really think you could be a part of them?'

You squeezed your eyes shut to get rid of the voices, but it was of no use. But then, it was replaced with the last of your memories.

"What happened, Antonio?" You asked the frowning boy, looking at the ground so little compared to you.

"I fought with the other kids today, Y/N. They were really mean," he explained and looked up at you as you raised his chin, smiling sadly.

"What did they say?"

"They were talking bad about you." Suddenly, Camilo walked in with a frown as he heard the response. He brought his palm to his forehead and groaned.

"They're crossing the line. I'm going to talk to them tomorrow. Don't worry, Antonio. We'll never let them say mean things to Y/N again."

"Camilo, please. Just let them be. It doesn't hurt me."

"Stop lying to me to save them, mi amor. I know how it affects you," he said and looked at Antonio, "Papa called for you outside."

And once Antonio was out of the room, Camilo rushed to you and opened his arms to bring you in closer to his chest, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. "You don't have to be afraid, Y/N. We have each other until Encanto crumbles — which will never happen, by the way, so that means forever and forever will be you and m — "

"Sh," you placed your finger on his lips and placed a small kiss on his forehead, "I'm already okay. You don't have to worry."

If only you could laugh, you would. The irony of that moment and the literal crumbling of Encanto, what a jest.

You wanted to live, but you had already lived your life. There was enough happiness and despair. You were satisfied with that. So, with the last of your energy, you smiled, embracing the fact that this was your fate. You were bound to live lifeless. And this was your peace greeting you, no matter how hard and painful.

"I'll be fine." You reassured the rat before your curled fingers slowly uncurled, your eyes closed without another sense, and your body shut down. The noises you heard were gone. The colours that flushed you to life were faint. Your body numbed, and the voices that called your name were never heard again.

Unfortunate, that's what you were.

Camilo instantaneously ran across the ruined home, careless about the fact that Pepa told him not to. His heart was pounding like a constant drum. The boy's face was etched with worry as his eyes landed on his cousin who successfully saved the candle, but now there was something different about it. The light was gone.

Mirabel sobbed as Julieta ran fast to hug her. Camilo was next to consult his cousin. "Mirabel! Goodness, I was so worried. You shouldn't have gone for the candle." She squeezed her tight as she sobbed and held on to her mother.

"Mirabel, are you okay?" Camilo asked. She looked at him and shook her head.

"I'm sorry, Camilo," she said. His heart panged with more fear at her answer. A breath escaped his lips as his heart stung. He knew what she meant, but he had to be sure. He couldn't accept it.

"Sorry for what?" He questioned, but his cousin only gave him a look through her glasses, her eyes watering with tears.

The freckled boy leisurely shook his head and took a step back, not wanting to believe what her eyes told him that happened. He looked away, "No, they can't be."

"Y/N's alive, Mirabel. I know it." He said in denial as he tugged his poncho to cover himself from the cold that made him shiver but, perhaps it wasn't the cold. It was something else.

"What is it? What happened?" Pepa suddenly asked as she walked closer to place a hand on Camilo's shoulder, but he resisted, holding back the tears threatening to spill.

"Mamí, I don't see Y/N anywhere," Antonio mumbled. Felix quickly took him and turned him around so he wouldn't witness the dreaded things. He covered the boy's ear with his hand and instructed him to use his hands to block his hearing.

"Where are they?" Isabella asked.

"I don't know. They were somewhere over there, but I don't know where they ended up."

"I can't hear anything. Our powers are gone."

Agustín sighed and gave his daughter a reassuring pat, "We'll find them."

"Stay here, Mirabel. Don't move until I find something for you and Y/N."

Soon, everyone scattered around to look for the missing subject, Camilo being the first to run around and digging from all of the litters that could have possibly had you underneath. He never stopped. Even if his hands shook and weakened, he never gave up.

He earned cuts and scrapes from all of it, but he just couldn't let you be. He prayed he wouldn't find you in danger. He wished he would but rather you unharmed. He pushed through the mountains of discarded matters, chest heaving and scared of what he might find.

"Come on, come on, Y/N. You better not be — "

He wouldn't know what he would do if he ever finds you under one of these. His eyes were stinging with tears, and he couldn't even say a thing. There was a lump stuck in his throat. He swore he felt dizzy from it. The thoughts of you gone? He shut his eyes closed. No, you wouldn't end up like that. You were strong.

"Camilo!" He heard Pepa call. He turned and looked at his mother who, despite having her powers gone, somehow had Encanto's troposphere drizzling. Her eyes told him something, something he desired to be clueless off, and that's what made him look at everyone else for confirmation. Every single one wore the same solemn look which scared him.

The hairs of his body stood as he tried to blink his tears off, letting out a sob he refrained before he sprinted towards the spot where they found you. His life, the sun in his world, the tree that stood so tall in the field of his life. The only one in the billion he cared to envision his future with.

And when he saw you there, his world stopped. His steps stuttered. His eyebrows furrowed and pulled upwards to where it met at the sight. The lump on his throat only got bigger causing him to let it all out as he shook his head in denial once again, "No. Y/N!"

He rushed towards you and pushed the big chunks of wood and stone that weighed your unresponsive state. Agustín and Felix both helped the boy who desperately took the boulders off, weeping as he did so.

"It's going to be fine. I'm here, I'm here!" You were now accessible to get out of the narrow space you've struggled in. Your back was facing the grumbling sky as Pepa couldn't help herself but gasp and turn around not wanting to see how you ended up under the wreckage, cheeks wet with tears and blood as it rested on your left arm. Your free hand was embracing your cold skin but also appeared as if you were protecting something from being crushed by the weight.

He grabbed you by the shoulder and turned you around, but you were still stuck. He turned to the men, "They're still stuck — please get them out. I can't do it, I hate to — I just — " He couldn’t finish himself in between his hitching breath. It was getting harder and harder to breathe the second he processed more and more of what happened to you. He was angry, but most of his feelings were showered with grief and regret.

Once you were released, he laid your head on his lap, placing his palm on your face he used to adore. Look at how you turned out. If he hadn't let you go, you wouldn’t have suffered. "Y/N, I got you now. Wake up."

This is the part where he couldn't hold himself any longer and cried out in defeat, embracing you in an attempt to warm you. “I’m here. I was looking for you. I kept calling you. I wanted to apologise, and when I saw you go inside to do whatever it was you were so selfless enough to do, I just — I lost it.”

He shook your shoulders and brushed the strand of hair that covered your face that he held so delicately as if it was porcelain and glass all at the same time, "It's time to get up, mi vida."

It started pouring heavier rain as Camilo heard his mother weeping along with everyone else. Then, footsteps were heard appearing to have run far away. Mirabel. She must have had enough of swallowing the lump in her throat. No matter how it pained her, she didn’t want anyone to see her crying. She needed her time alone. You were her best friend. You stood by her, and you acted like her older sister even despite only being many months old. To think that she could never see you again. She whispered incoherent words.

He was getting more and more frustrated. He just wanted you back. Was that so hard? Camilo blamed the rain, the candle, anything that he could because of his fury, but what good did it do?

"Wake up. Wake up!" He exclaimed as he shook you even harder. Your eyes he was excited to see the very first thing in the morning that you came to visit his family to bring spices your parents worked hard to make never fluttered open. They were as still as your body, refusing to wake up no matter how hard he tried to bring you back. He regretted it. He regretted every single thing he told you earlier that day. He wanted to bring every word back to himself, and he would do anything just to make that happen. He would trade his soul for you to wake up and flash him that smile that never changed.

For him you were art. You truly were the most brilliant striking art he's ever seen, and out of all the paintings you made, you were the only one he never got tired of looking at. You were the landscape of his own world, the view that recharged him whenever he was exhausted from cheering people up. He didn't know what exact pigment they were but your lips and eyes fascinated him to the very core.

"Why would you come back?! Why would you risk your life? I told you. I told you to stay. If only I knew, I wouldn't have let you."

To see the colours wash away from you felt like he himself was at the verge of his death. How could he live without you? How could he get up every morning knowing that there wouldn't be a familiar knock on the door of his home? How could the sun rise if you weren't there?

The world was a black and white film before you came along and changed the way of living. Now it was back to where it had all begun, and once again, he was hopeless.

Living is not living without the person that made the gloomy days better.

"I'll do better, I swear, just come back!"

He gripped your shirt and rested his head on top of yours as the rain washed the tears away, removing the blood on your skin, and soaking every single one of you with the droplets of liquid from the sky, "Come back, come back, come back!" He whispered, his hands shaking from how his fingers clutched the fabric of your cloth.

"Remember the first painting you gave me? Remember how I clumsily stumbled and ripped the canvas, but instead of you yelling at me, you laughed and told me you could make it again? Or that time when we both stole arepas from Tía Julieta's kitchen and she chased after us with a rodillo?" He chuckled and stared at your hands, slowly twining your fingers with his. "What about living in a house together, just you and I when we grow up? What about eating and joking around, laughing until our stomachs hurt? What if having each other until — until Encanto falls apart? Come on, you have to get up. You have to wake up. Please, please, amor. I need you. I — "

"Camilo," Dolores put a hand on his shoulder as she bent her knees to sit beside him. He glanced at his sister. She squeezed him, reassuring him before her eyes mirrored hopelessness.

He did admit. He was growing tired. His eyes couldn't cry anymore. His heart broke, but nothing else came out of him, just exhaustion from being a blubbering mess.

He looked at what used to be his life and death, and suddenly, a rat came crawling on his shoulder, squeaking and pointing to his partner.

Isabella was next to sit beside him, "They must have saved this little thing."

That only hurt more. He didn't know what to do, but it wasn't out of his knowledge that he needed some time alone to himself and his feelings. He wished you were here. He wished it so bad but,

"There's nothing else we can do," Dolores whispered in a melancholic tone.

He gently rested you back to the ground, "I'll come back."

"Camilo?"

"Camilo, where are you going?"

Nowhere. He didn't know what else to say, do, or think. He was completely blocked. The boy wasn't sure if he wanted to ask for help from anyone else. He wanted to disappear. He stood up and turned around, pushing past his family to run off somewhere he could be alone.

The rat squeaked louder to get everyone's attention. Its tiny paw pointed to you as your eyelids twitched once.

Isabella turned to it, "What's going on?"

The rat squeaked again. Dolores snapped her head in its direction this time. "What?"

It pointed to you. This time it was your chest that showed signs of life, moving slightly. This alarmed the cousins, "Y/N!"

"They're gone, Isabella," Agustín sobbed.

"No. Pa, look! I think they're alive!"

Camilo turned around at that.

You wanted to live. You wanted to breathe again. What is this void? Why do you feel tired? Why does everything hurt? All you wanted was to feel alive. You were not ready to say goodbye. Not now. It can't be now. You still desired a life with the Madrigals. You want to see Camilo every single day. You want to witness every flower bloom, hear every gossip you can, eat so much you'll feel like you'll pop, watch the sun and dance under the rain, paint your family all over again. You wanted your heart to beat so fast, feeling alive than you have ever before.

You wanted to live. You needed to live.

You felt weak. What was happening? Why was it so cold? You felt your finger twitch.

Camilo's eyes widened and immediately went to you, gently pushing the women in his family aside as he walked towards you and looked at the rat with a grateful nod. "Y/N? Y/N. Can you hear me?"

You heard it, all right. But everything was muffled. Your body suddenly trembled, you felt like you bathed in a tub of Alaskan snow.

"Y/N!"

You opened your eyes slightly as it burned from the light. The static noises were back again and the pain on your back struck you with a crashing wave of displeasure. You winced, "Camilo?"

He could barely make out what you were saying, but the way your lips moved was familiar and he knew exactly what you had just said. It was his name he never thought he could hear from you again.

He smiled and hugged you tighter, "Yes, that's my name! That's exactly my name! You're awake — "

"I'm sorry," hot tears fell again as you hugged the soaking wet boy.

"It's not your fault, corazon. It never was!" He kissed your forehead once, twice, three times and more, savouring the moment that you were alive. You were okay, barely, but you were here again in between his arms.

He quickly removed his poncho and draped it over your shoulders as you were freezing cold. Suddenly, the clouds cleared up and the sky was blue again, just like the moment you and him talked for the first time.

"I thought I'd lost you. I thought you're gone and I couldn't live with myself."

Perhaps you were not unfortunate after all. Mirabel, Abuela, and . . . was that Bruno? It was! They all arrived at the right moment as they came rushing towards you once again crushing you with their embrace.

"Woah, woah, woah! Everyone take it easy on them. They're still hurt!" Camilo protectively warned as he cupped your cheek again, you leaning against his palm.

He's so young he never believed he knew what love is, but seeing you, there he knew the answer to his own question.

You were his faith and his faith resided in you. You were home. You were everything to him and not a million diamond could ever compare.

Who could have believed that out of all those artworks that you painted, whether it offends you or not, you were still the best piece of all.

You were not an artless progeny of your loving parents. You were not a fleeting belief. You were just you. Just you who completed the puzzle in his life.

And when your parents found out what happened to you, let's just say all hell broke loose. But there was nothing a Madrigal and a flawless Y/N can't resolve.

Who knew his epiphany has always been destined to be found under the fallen debris?

i'm really sorry this took so much time to write and i also apologise for it being so long. but anyways, here it is! the longest bit i've ever written. i hope it reached the emotions i was going for. i got lazy at some parts, but i promise i'll fix them tomorrow. i only got to proofread half of it and it's currently 12:33 AM. my head aches and i don't know if i should get up to take medicine or just go to sleep.

moving on, i hope you enjoyed this! feel free to write down your thoughts. have a nice day! <3

Tags : @mayusenpai666 @sheer-nuisance @camilolovesroxiie @leoisgayforwriting @tigreost @goddesslilithmoriarty @ais-little-teacorner

[angelbaby-fics]

FaceTime

Summary: You get to talk to Steve while he’s on a mission

Word count: 1.5k

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x Little!Reader (fem language used)

A/N: My longest fic ever so far! I’ve had this idea bouncing around my brain since I first started this blog and I finally got it down into words. I already kind of want to write a part 2 😳 Unrelated to the fic but I’m really close to 100 followers 😵😵 and I’m so excited! I’ve been having a lot of doubts about my place here but you guys’s kindness makes it all worth it 💕🥰💕 

You couldn’t help it, you missed your Steve so bad it hurt. The stress of him being off on a mission formed a rock in your stomach that wouldn’t go away no matter how much you cried. You were only supposed to be separated from him for 3 days, always sad to say goodbye for any amount of time, but you still had Bucky to keep you warm and cozy while Steve was gone. But 3 days turned to nearly a week, and now Sunday was here, your family movie day, and Steve was still gone. He texted you (or rather Bucky, who relayed the texts to you) as often as he could, but the mission was consuming most of his time. 

You clung to Bucky’s bicep on the couch as Rapunzel danced around the square with all the townsfolk, a scene that usually had you dancing all around the living room just like the princess, but your energy was too low today. Movie day just wasn’t the same without both of your daddies by your side. You felt bad, not wanting to seem ungrateful or cause Bucky to think you didn’t love him as much, so you made sure to nuzzle into him as closely as possible, for the sake of his comfort as well as his. You didn’t need to say anything. Bucky knew how badly you missed Steve, because he missed him too. He glanced back down at his phone as it vibrated, an incoming text from Steve.

“Finally got him. Just need to get everything squared away and we’re done. Call you from the hotel soon Xx”

Bucky felt his heart warm and a smile come to his face. You looked up at him questioningly. “Babydoll, I have an idea. Why don’t you get out your art supplies and make a welcome sign for when papa gets home?”

You nodded eagerly, excited to have an activity to distract you from the swirl of sadness in your tummy. You hopped up from the couch, running to your art drawer and dragging it all to the dining table.

“You help?” You asked.

“Not right now, baby, I gotta do some chores, since papa isn’t around to help me.” Bucky joked, ruffling your hair as he walked into the kitchen and began taking the cleaning supplies out from under the sink. He didn’t tell you, but he was excited for a distraction too, something to keep him from looking at his phone every second until Steve called. 

Over at your table, you set out a large sheet of paper and got to work. You used all the colors of glitter glue you had to spell out ‘WELCOME HOME PAPA!!!’ and were now surrounding the words with little drawings of butterflies and bunnies, hearts and stars. You were deeply invested in your work, Bucky pausing his work on the dishes to watch you with eyes full of love. He felt a buzz in his pocket and his heart skipped.

“I miss you two. Ready to call?”

“Hey pumpkin, I just got a text from papa! He’s at the hotel and he misses you so bad, he wants to video chat with you.” He called out, waving you over to the couch where he took a seat.

Your head shot up and you dropped your crayons, abandoning your crafts as you ran to Bucky and his phone. You watched as your daddy selected Steve's name from his favorites list and his contact picture filled the screen, a picture of you on his back from a day at the park, both of your faces twisted with laughter at a joke you couldn’t even remember. You climbed eagerly into Bucky’s lap, trying to get as close to the phone as possible. You’d crawl through the screen and right into Steve’s arms if you could. The seconds between rings felt like eternity until suddenly the picture faded and your papa’s face came into full view, slightly disheveled from the mission but clean and cozy in his pajamas. His eyes lit up and a smile spread across his face as his two favorite people filled his phone screen.

“PAPA!!!” You shouted into the speaker.

“Woah babydoll!” Steve laughed, raising his eyebrows. “You miss me?”

“Um… YES!” 

“Well guess what, baby.”

“What?”

“I miss you too!” You blushed, burying your head back into Bucky’s shoulder to hide it.

“Aww, babydoll, let me see that face again.”

Hearing his voice suddenly reminded you that you couldn’t be with him right now, not really, and how badly you wished you could be engulfed in Steve’s arms as well. You just wanted sprawl on his wide chest and feel his strong arms hold you in place, safe and warm. Your heart ached, wanting to climb out of your chest and run to him. Thinking about it started to make your face heat up, your eyes pricking with tears and your lower lip beginning to quiver. Bucky felt two little teary spots appear on his shirt.

“Doll, you alright?” He whispered down into your ear.

You sniffed and nodded, raising your head back up and turning back towards the camera. The sight of your teary face made Steve’s heart shatter.

“Honeypie…” Steve sighed.

“I just want you back papa.” You whined, the tears spilling down your hot cheeks against your will. 

“I know, baby. Believe me, there’s nothing I want more right now than to be on that couch with you and daddy.” “Me too, Stevie.” Bucky chimed in.

Steve reached down and held up his necklace to the camera. Two dog tags on a chain, one with your information and the other with Bucky’s. All three of you had a matching set with the other’s tags that you kept on at all times.

“You got your tags baby?” He asked.

You reached into the neck of your shirt, pulling out the steel necklace.

“Of course!” You said, proudly.

“Good girl. Just remember, as long as you have those, I’m there with you keeping you safe, okay baby?”

“Okay daddy.” You kissed the dog tags before putting them back in your shirt. This made Steve grin. 

“Now, I have a surprise for you baby. You too, Buck.”

“You do?!” You asked, Bucky raising his eyebrows behind you, excited to hear what Steve had to say but not wanting to take away from your moment.

“We’re shipping out of here in a few hours. If everything goes smoothly, I’ll be back home by the time you wake up.”

Your jaw dropped, and you glanced back and forth, turning your head from Bucky to Steve and back in absolute delight.

“So you be a good little girl for your daddy and get to sleep nice and early tonight. I’ll be home before you know it.” “How are we supposed to fall asleep with the excitement of seeing you?” Bucky laughed, and you nodded eagerly, sensing an opportunity.

“Yeah! Stay up all night for papa!” you cheered.

“Don’t encourage her, Buck” Steve tried to roll his eyes but couldn’t help but smile. How did he get so lucky to have not one but TWO people who loved him this much?

“Oh, but just think, if she stays up all night tonight, all she’ll wanna do tomorrow is cuddle.” Your daddy pointed out.

Steve took into account his aching muscles, the pounding in his head, and the burning behind his eyes from nearly a week of hardcore superhero duties. A day of naps with his two loves seemed like heaven.

“Alright, I see your point. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when she’s full of energy tomorrow night.” He smiled. “Well, I don’t want to say it, but I’ve gotta get going if I want to keep everything on track to get back as soon as I can, okay my sweethearts?”

“Noo papa! Stay on the phone all night!” You begged.

“I wish I could, babydoll, I really do. Be a good girl for daddy, okay?” “Okay…” You groaned, leaning your head back on Bucky’s chest where he bent down to kiss the top of your head.

“I can’t wait to see you again, honey.” Bucky said.

“Me too sweetie. See you two in the morning!”

“Bye Stevie!” “BYE PAPA!!!!” You frantically blew as many kisses as you could at the screen before it turned black. You turned back around to face bucky, your eyelashes still stuck together from your earlier tears.

“What do you think, sweetie, you wanna stay up tonight and help me get the house ready for papa?”

You nodded and jumped up, running back to your crafting supplies.

“I’ll make the decorations! You make the snacks!” You excitedly ordered him.

“Okay, boss!” Bucky said, saluting you as he walked into the kitchen to start getting out the supplies for Steve’s favorite cupcakes. It would still be hours before you could hug your papa again, but you were motivated with a new fire to make this the best homecoming ever.

Taglist: @stevebuckyplzfuckme @babybatdani @cherryynoir (Join the Taglist!)

[cabinetduo]

Dsmp fic recs list!!!!!!!

The Snow King - so it's like, it's a fae/snow queen au where Tommy's kidnapped by the winter court and Tubbo quests to save him, when I tell u I have read this fic 3 times, it's 100k and it reads like a fucking novel it's so good. Incredible characterization, incredible use of the entire ensemble don't ask me abt this fic I can/will write entire essays on it

devil town - I read this fic over the course of like 2 days at home and at school in public and I cried several times. It will leave you sobbing and hollowed out only using 3 words. It's sbi centric w techno-tubbo-quackity pov, alll w mind blowing characterization. The author is amazing and has awesome stuff (LITERALLYTHE CEO OF CABINETDUO) so read all it it'll wreck u but this one in particular ffwwww as a certified pussy who can't watch horror movies this fic unsettled me so deeply that I hid under my blankets and didn't even feel safe

Elegy in Eleven Bars - enough abt aus, let's talk abt the most underrated Tubbo fic ever. This fic is life changing, I felt like I was seeing ctubbo all over again for the first time. It's post cranboo death and it'll squeeze u of every emotion you've ever had in your life THIS FIC WILL KILL YOU read it now if u like ctubbo read it now

Francis Forever - this fic is amazing. That is not the point. If u ever have any free time and feel like u wnna have the very fabric of the universe ripped from under u do what I did and binge all of Tony thatweirdguyinthebushes's fics or whatever ones catch ur interest. I'm not going to go too much into detail other than that he crafts the most beautiful sentences and that his world building is insane but if u guys r gnna trust me on anything, trust me on this I promise ur life will be changed

Sea Salt and Roses - puffychu royalty au I don't need 2 say n e thing else

Sweet and Sour - read all of ren's stuff but if ur gnna read n e thing read this it's gut wrenching and poetic, the characters are so spot on its scary and its clingyduo and it made me cry also check out Ren if u like crimeboys shout out 2 crimeboys enjoyers

apologies from the intercom - I love all of Nina's stuff but this one..if ur a tubbo enjoyer read this fic read it read it it will grab u by the shoulders and shake u until u sob. Nina's understanding of ctubbo and genius writing is just crazy, it's insane and I read it on the train and almost fell on the train it's crazy read it

And here's just a list of authors that I adore

meridies - if u like sbi and crying

Goldenrayofsunshine - if u like pretty much anything fuck golden is incredible read all her stuff esp the ctubbo stuff

Angeloncewas - very good stuff check them out

ElectricBoomerang - SHOWSTOPPING INCREDIBLE GOLDSTAR

Egopocalypse - my favorite csam enjoyer mwah mwah read all of it its so worth it

afrid - cniki & lmanburg fics check em out :)

Doodlebloo - I'm not going to explain if ur not a doodlebloo stan atp ur at fault here/j

CasinoRoyale - rlly good cq

probablynotcas - cbeeduo GOAT

honeyblock - awesome stuff incredible writing stuff

[lovealexhunt]

And so Dani cries over HWU has ended (but will it ever really?). *sigh* I will always adore the app and the love of writing I developed because of Thomas Hunt. I know I don't need the app to keep Thomas alive, but it was nice knowing it was there if I ever wanted it. (Clearly I wrote this when I actually thought the app was leaving 🤷‍♀️)

I can't thank those of you who support Thomas and Alex's story enough. I love all the pairings I write for, but these two will always have a special place in my heart. I honestly believe writing for them saved my life, and for that I will always be grateful to them and to you for keeping up with their story and their adventures. I hope to keep writing them whether in the HWU universe or RCD or even another AU I've yet to explore.

Thank you again to everyone who has ever read, liked, reblogged, and/or commented on my work! Special shoutouts to @lilyoffandoms and @trappedinfandoms for being with me since basically day one! And @theicestarme @peonyblossom and @quixoticdreamer16 for joining me more recently, but always being the most lovely and supportive especially during this Farewell week. The kind words and lovely thoughts you five have left on the things I've posted have truly meant the world to me. I am forever grateful to you!

Complete masterlist below the cut. I'm still waiting on one art piece and a few fics I still hope to complete.

#01: Kiss the Cook by @bayleedrawsx

#02: You're my Weakness by @rpbys

#03: The One I Want by @hydn-jpg

#04: Being Together by @vantaray

#05: Worth the Risk by @gokushairgel

#06: Free by @/artsy_elii (Instagram)

#07: Moving in Together by @/seirachannn (Instagram)

#08: A Night to Remember by @/irdeinfierno (Instagram)

#09: My Forever by @/artbyainna (Instagram)

#10: And That's a Wrap by  @/sherry_artwo (Instagram)

#11: Not Goodbye (gift) from @hydn-jpg

#12: Trapped by @/mm1kaa_ (Instagram)

[All HWU appreciation week Art in one post]

Stories are listed chronologically

Trapped (Hunt's Journal): Hunt reflects on his night being trapped in the studio with Alex. 

My Weakness (Hunt's Journal): Following the events of the Date Auction in which Hunt was punched by and then punched a drunk idiot to defend Alex and confessed his weakness to her, he goes home and journals about the events.

The One I Want: After confessing to Alex she’s the one he wants at his dinner party, their moment together lingers a little longer.

Being Together: Hunt and Alex are taking the ferry to Catalina Island for their first official date.

Forbidden Romance: Hunt can’t stop himself from critique films, even on a date.

Worth the Risk:  At the drive in, Hunt and Alex await the movie’s start.

Moving In Together: Following Rachel’s wedding, Hunt asks Alex to move in with him. Now, comes the unpacking.

A Night to Remember: While moving in to his their house, Alex finds a small curious box with something familiar.

My Forever (Hunt's Journal) : What started out as a simple gift from the flea market changed everything. (engagement)

Kiss the Cook: After moving in, Alex and Hunt make dinner together.

Harrison Byrd (HWU)

Autumn Brooks (HSS visiting HWU)

Ethan Blake (HWU)

Addison Sinclair (HWU)

Julian Castillo (HSS visiting HWU)

Chris Winters (HWU)

Lisa Mermaid Valentine (HWU)

Thomas Hunt (quote by Thomas Hunt!) (HWU)

Peyton Saunders (HSS visiting HWU)

Holly Chang (HWU)

Videos:

Amour Hunt Date Quest Videos

Hollywood U assorted Videos

Custom Hunt Funkos

Thomas Hunt Custom Funko Pops

Thomas Hunt Custom Funko Pops #2

Thomas Hunt Custom Funko Pops #3

Throwback Fics:

A Choice/Free: Bianca is using Hunt’s relationship with Alex (a student) to blackmail him into being a positive character reference at her probation hearing.

Love Among The Stars: Addison has a story to tell and a special gift for the happy couple. Is it true love? (A Hollywood U legend/story plays an important role in this RCD au wedding fic.) *The Quest this fic is based on is one of my favorites and I really love this story. I hope you do as well!

Love & Scotch: dx: Beards: Alex and Hunt are planning their wedding and waiting on one more RSVP, a certain doctor who has just returned from the Amazon.

Screenshots/Memories:

Alex ruining Hunt’s plans to remain a bachelor for life

Hunt admits Alex is the one he wants

Thomas Hunt outfit assets

Hunt plays Choices

Reward: Thomas Hunt (aka the best reward)

Alex tripping on purpose so Hunt would catch her aka idiots in love

Thomas and Alex in Couples Corner gifs and other gifs and screenshots

Thomas and Alex workshopping gifs

Again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you! 🥺🥺🥺

[theroomofreq]

can you give me muggle jily recs pleaaseeee <3 :D

HOW MANY HIGH-QUALITY MUGGLE JILY FICS ARE THERE?? TOO MANY TO COUNT. *cracks knuckles* BUT I am here for the challenge. Jily AUs are my JAM.

Again, shoutout to our amazing @jilyarchive friends who tag every wonderful muggle jily au they come across. here is the link that will take you to their tags page. You'll find links to specific tropes and AUs :')

I've searched through my own AO3 bookmarks and history tabs, and I present to you 28 jily muggle fics that I LOVE. I am THRILLED thinking about all the good things in store for those that read these wonderful stories. This list took me ages to make because I went through and reread most of these brilliant fics. Happy reading !! xx

properly improper by @lizardcookie

“Marry me,” Mr. Potter repeats, closing the distance between them by striding back up towards the sofa, only to stop and crouch to one knee right there at her feet, looking up at her. Burning. “Pick me,” he elaborates. “Pick me, choose me, love me instead.”

- this fic is the reason why I comment the way that I do (spoiler it's because it's amazing)

The Wedding Ring by @mppmaraudergirl

What is undeniably worse than attending your sister's wedding looking as desolate and forgotten as a wilted houseplant? Drunkenly ringing your ex-boyfriend and asking him to be your date.

- SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY AT THE PERFECTION

Oh my god, they were ROOMMATES by @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world

Silly one-shot, Muggle AU with Fem!Jily as pining roommates and Marlene as their matchmaker.

- the fic that brought me back to jily and inspired my deep obsession of fem!jily

Swipe Right, Swing Left by @downn-in-flames

The unspoken rule of using dating apps in D.C. is that you always start with where you work.

James Potter, it seems, never picked up on that one.

- giddy just thinking about this gem

'Tis the Damn Season by @petalstofish

It doesn't feel like Christmas for Lily Evans, not after losing her parents to COVID before the Holiday season. She anticipates spending Christmas all alone until a boy from her past shows up and offers her a mutually benefiting deal that has her calling him 'babe' just for the weekend. 'Tis the damn season, after all.

- cries in respect for lyrical writing

Watch Me Unwind by @maraudersftw

Lily Evans hates her job, hates the bigoted customers she has to serve as a bartender at the richest club in the city. But the one person who makes bearing all of it worth it has someone else in his arms tonight. (Rated: M)

- obsessed with the way the plot jumps around the time line in this

oil be there for you by @abby10fanfic

Texting/Social Media AU: Lily and James haven't spoken for 2 years. But that's all about to change thanks to Peter and his involvement in an essential oil pyramid scheme. Featuring boss babes, toxin-free lifestyles, binding contracts, and a very oily journey.

- YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE HOW FAB THIS IS

a matchmaking mission by @downn-in-flames

James Potter has a mission: get Sirius Black and Remus Lupin to finally admit that they both fancy the pants off each other by Valentine's Day.

His partner in crime? Lily Evans, Remus' flatmate, who he also happens to be slightly in love with

- DOUBLE the amount of pining idiots in love :")

about time by @jilyss

'sure, yeah, I can accompany you to that black tie event for your work tonight. wait. why are we on a red carpet?'

- this is my emotional comfort fic, your honor

whiskey business by @elanev91

Sirius Black has a (bad?) habit of picking up hobbies that take over his and James' flat -- this most recent one? Homemade vodka that James now has to try and peddle to everyone in the building.

- hysterical! must read!

Fashion Disaster by @maraudersftw

James Potter is roped into an awful dare by his best-mate, which involves him wearing atrocious pieces of clothing for all days until Christmas as dictated by Sirius. If this wasn't terrible enough, he now has to contend with his maddening crush on the beautiful saleswoman at the clothing store.

- classic hijinks that I live for

it wasn't a pity invite by @elanev91

Part of the December "Winter Tropes" Jily challenge. Prompt: my family invites you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and omG i’m so sorry

- awkward Christmas date that owns my heart

spice and honey by @clare-with-no-i

tagging along with her food reporter sister to profile James Potter, London's hottest young chef, is not how Lily Evans pictured her Monday going - especially if he's anything like Petunia’s described.

needless to say, she's in for a whirlwind at Chez Maraudeur.

- I'm one re-read away from printing this out and putting it on my bookshelf.

Waffle Wars by @elanev91

There's only one waffle maker in the dining hall and it literally always breaks. So, naturally, the only reasonable course of action is to meticulously map out when it's working and, ultimately, do a heist.

- the witty narration in this fic can not be matched

You Can Hear It In The Silence by @alrightginger

Lily is non-verbal and deaf in a world where the things your soulmate says about you end up written on your skin. She has known about her soulmate since she was seven, but knows they don't have a clue she exists and possibly never will.

- exquisite, cue me sobbing forever

out the window by @displayheartcode

A new family moves to Ottery St Catchpole.

- everything I could ever want in a fic, forever in my mind rent free

The Christmas Guest by @thegodmachine

An Evans Family Christmas: Petunia is bringing her fiancé and Lily is bringing her…Friend…

- petunia pov that gives me WINGS

Football, Calculus, and Cappuccinos by @moonawrites

At eighteen years old, James Potter has a lot going on. He's a rising star navigating the politics of professional football, the pitfalls of sudden fame, the fallout from choosing his dream over his father's company... and a serious crush on the red headed new barista at his favourite coffee shop.

- I'm still working my way through this fic, but trust me when I say its a GEM

if u like pina coladas by @zephyrcove

Lily is desperate for a date to Petunia's wedding, James has been pining, and their friends meddle ;)

- explain to me how characters can be so perfect via texting fics?

Shelf Awareness by @ghostofbambifanfiction

It's too far out of her way and she's wasting so much money, but Lily can't help but return to the bookstore every weekend, where her passion for good literature has, perhaps, been unexpectedly reignited by the messy-haired, pun-making, rather handsome bloke who works there.

- you absolutely must know that I binge read this and then immediately REREAD it

How to win a witch in 10 days by @adenei

“She’s going to find some unsuspecting wizard, get him to fall for her, and then do all the things that turn men away to get him to break things off! Won’t it be the best way to see what witches do that drives men crazy?” But what happens when the man in question is a blast from Lily Evans's past? A Jily Magical AU based on the romantic comedy "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days."

- fic based off of a rom com? YES PLZ :’)

The Fight Before Christmas by @ghostofbambifanfiction

The heartwarming Christmas tale of Lily Evans and James Potter - two plucky kids who hated one other, until the day they really, really didn't.

- complete sucker for this one

All This Time by @thejilyship

James and Lily grew up next door to one another. Their bedroom windows giving them glimpses into the others life, and also offering prime opportunities to argue with each other over every little thing. They never figured out how to be friends when they were kids, but now that they've graduated from college and are home for the summer, they have a second chance to get things right.

- one of my favvvv tropes

Let Me Love You by @thejilyship

With only a month until she's set to take the throne of Gryffindor, Lily is informed that she'll have to get married or choose to give up her throne. She never thought she'd have to even entertain the idea of an arranged marriage. Enter, James Potter.

- cries in princess diares AU

The Fabulous Baker Brothers by @frustratedpoetwrites

Lily walks a different route home from work and stumbles upon a cute little Bakery with an even cuter baker in the window.

- yes yes yes to embarrassed pining.

Marigold Mornings by @mppmaraudergirl

This is a fun game she thinks, as she removes her hand from his side and reaches up to run it down his chest.  He catches her hand in his own, takes a step forward so that her nose nearly brushes against his shirt. She can feel the heat radiating off of him—or maybe it’s from her. He licks his lips and her eyes are drawn to the motion.  She knows it is a bad idea, absolutely knows it.

- incredible storytelling featuring dynamic characters :') a favvv

Welcome to Pettyville by@women-inthe-sequel @alrightginger

When Lily Evans accidentally sends a text to the wrong number, she isn’t expecting to find the right person behind it. She can’t stop talking to Prongs. The only thing is, Prongs can’t stop talking about the girl in his class. What could go wrong, other than the number?

- LOVE SQUARE ANYONE

The Kiss a Stranger Project by @alrightginger

“What’s your name, then?” she asks, realizing they haven’t even properly introduced themselves yet. She nervously crosses her arms.

You shouldn’t kiss a guy without knowing his name first.

Right?

- THIS ONE WILL LIVE IN MY MIND FOREVER

[aerialflight]

an even longer fic rec list (sorry about that)

I have too many fics to rec so you can see this as part 2 of my previous list. Enjoy!

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[One Piece] (just realized that I read a lot of zoro ship fics. huh)

The Many Marriages of the Straw Hat Pirates by LadyCrimsonAndBlack

Ship: Straw Hats (and Law)

There are a lot of strange traditions to be found on the Grand Line. Sometimes, the Straw Hats get caught up in them.

(Or: The Straw Hats get married to each other. Repeatedly.)

(I cried laughing, this is somehow both hilarious yet sweet! They are so Chaotic here lol)

the serpent with the empty eye by apollothyme

Ship: Kalgara/Montblanc Norland

When he is a child, the mark takes up the majority of his chest.

It’s a long winding spiral with triangles decorating its length and an empty dot in one of the ends. He spends many a moment in his youth tracing it with his chubby fingers, staring in contemplation at the black ink unique to him and him alone.

Well, not just him. His mother says there’s another person in the world with the very same mark as him. Still, as far as Noland knows, no one on his island has the same mark as him.

(SKYPIEA FIC WITH NORLAND AND KALGURA BEING SOULMATES AND BREAKING MY HEART AND MENDING IT I WANT TO SCREAM AAAHH!!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH! One of the most heartbreaking relationships shown in one piece and they get to be happy here damnit I am so here for this!!!)

firestarters by adietxt

Ship: Zoro/Sanji

Zoro doesn’t have a single romantic bone in him, and never once the idea of marriage crossed his mind.

At the end of the day, though, marriage is about loyalty, about devotion and faith in something outside of yourself. And that — Zoro’s good at that. Zoro’s a natural at that.

(Five times Zoro accidentally proposed to Sanji without even knowing what a proposal is, and one time he gets properly proposed to.)

(This both made me laugh so hard because Zoro is so freaking Zoro and had me swooning because Zoro is Zoro. fienwfioweafew)

Fealty by Arowen12

"Faithfulness to something to which one is bound by pledge or duty," or "is a pledge of allegiance of one person to another." or Luffy was always going to be the one to who the Worst Generation would kneel.

(A really interesting character study of all the Worst Generation and how they view Luffy and the Straw Hats. That moment of realization that Luffy is a King and worth following is always *chef's kiss*)

ask a question by WhirlyBird70

Straw Hat hums, tilting his hat back, revealing piercing eyes. “I wanted to ask this on the volcano island, but there was no time, cause we had to party.” Law reminds himself that this is the man who took down Ennies Lobby and dared to punch a Celestial Dragon. He is strong. An idiot, but he is strong, and do not despair at his lack of intelligence do not– “So I can ask you now.”

The ship keeps rocking. The waves the only sound besides their soft breathing.

“Why did you save me?”

Or: Luffy asks Law a question that he doesn't quite know the answer too.

For Mishaboyd's prompt: In manga when Luffy meets Law on Punk Hazard he says that he wanted to find Law anyway to ask something. What the question was and did he ever asked it?

(WhirlyBird always hits the nail on the head when it comes to Luffy's characterization and I love them for that. And Law being introspective over his own motivations was beautifully written!)

A Split Thread by SrirachaBunny

Ship: Zoro/Luffy

The Straw Hats find it a little weird that they don’t have a first mate. Whenever they ask, Luffy just laughs and says they do. Which is weirder, because none of the crew have ever met this so-called first mate.

A time-travel au, in which a captain and his first mate go back to the very beginning, and figures they can do more good apart than together. At least for now.

(Time travel! Luffy and Zoro the only ones remembering and Luffy trying to be a captain without his first mate next to him throughout canon and breaking my heart! Continuously!! Being the best duo and trusting and being loyal to one another and and *bawls* I love them so much!!)

Cut My Feelings Off Clean by Augment

Ship: Zoro/Law

Trafalgar D. Law establishes trust through both loyalty and control, so while Roronoa Zoro's strong aspect of loyalty makes him a potential figure of trust for Law, his position on a different crew, and his independence of spirit, places him outside of Law's control. Consider the counterfactual situation where Zoro retains this unique position but is, from the first and mutatis mutandis, placed in the role of first mate on Law's crew (instead of Luffy's). In this essay I will,

(wow, WOW JUST, such a well-executed what if on what would've happened if Law had gotten to Zoro first! I am so impressed by the characterization, the divergences, the relationship development, and everything else about this fic. It's unimaginable to think of Zoro as anything other than Luffy's first mate, but this made a pretty damn good argument for another possible route that could've been taken.)

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[Naruto]

Come From the Holy Fire by JulyFlame

"Do you feel stupid and regret it yet?" A twist on the usual isekai reincarnation. It'd be less embarrassing if it was as anyone other than Sasuke. SI/OC-Insert.

Canon has fallen off a cliff entirely as of chapter 22.

Some tags from this fic: The Isekai Truck Didn't Finish the Job, Transmigration, We're starting off on track for canon but everything gets derailed pretty much immediately

Series Part 1 of Consume My Heart Away

(Not exaggerating when I say this is one of the best SI stories I've ever read, holy shit. The concept is fresh and half of me wants to laugh and cry from how the plot went so off the rails from such minuscule, small choices. It leaves me with so many questions on how this is all going to turn out, especially after CHAPTER 22. I am STILL ScREamING, oh my god. Everything flips on its head, it's INSANE! Please read!!!)

Spite, Pettiness and Stubbornness (Do Not A Relationship Make) by ThatOnePlatypus

Ship: Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara

"Spite" is apparently not the conventional answer to the question "how did you two get together?" or "how do you make this relationship work?", but it's exactly the motivation that gets Tobirama and Madara together, and keeps them that way.

or:

Madara and Tobirama get into a fake relationship to avoid their Elders pestering them. Everyone decides to let them know this is a terrible idea that will end in disaster. Obviously, that sounds like a challenge - and they're not going to lose.

(Yes, this summary really is a summation of the utter hilarity and insanity that takes place in this fic. Seriously, I was crying when reading this, it's incredible. Truly the most spiteful, entertaining ship in the Naruto fandom I can't X'D)

Hiding in the Leaves by aventria, iluxia

Ships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto, Hatake Kakashi/Uchiha Itachi

In another life, Orochimaru never leaves Konoha, opting to remain within the village that equally reveres and reviles him. Fighting a bitter battle against forces within the village that are more influential and well-positioned, he finds himself gifted with one last shining opportunity: three children, a team of genin, handed to him because Konoha has no better choice. Orochimaru agrees to become a jounin-sensei for the first and the last time, taking on the next generation's Team Seven: Uchiha Sasuke, Nara Shikamaru, and Uzumaki Naruto.

[ A gradual exploration of the author's very liberal Naruto headcanon, with a good!Orochimaru (well, sorta good) who eventually becomes the Godaime Hokage. Lots of chakra theory, cool jutsu, in-depth backstories, character development, political intrigue, and den mother Orochimaru feels! Also featuring: BAMF baby Team 7! Be prepared to suspend your disbelief; this will be another one of my long-running intense worldbuilding AUs. Let's go have fun! ]

(Re-read this recently and it's just as good as I remember it being. I will hold you at knife point until you read this fic, feiwoafnpwea. The characters, the worldbuilding, the politics, the canon divergences, the friendships, EVERYTHING'S BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT!!)

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[Merlin]

The Homecoming of Arthur Pendragon by TheSeasonOfWinter

The dragon leaned forward. "Your destiny is to protect Uther Pendragon's heir, the one who will be the Once and Future King and unite all of Albion."

Merlin blinked. "But . . . Uther doesn't have an heir."

. . .

In many Arthurian texts, Arthur is raised as a peasant by Sir Ector with no knowledge of his royal lineage. Let's bring that back, shall we?

(Honestly the BEST MERLIN AU EVER. Arthur grew up as a servant away from Camelot and goes into Camelot without knowing anything. Arthur in this AU makes me want to hug him, he DESERVES THE THRONE, he truly shows that in this fic, and nothing about how he's characterized here is out of character when in line with how he grew up in this AU. His and Merlin's friendship here honestly is Incredible, they are both trying so hard to live up to the expectations placed on them and I feel for both of them, I really do. And all the characters are fantastic and are given the spotlight many times over! This feels so much like what I wish the show was like, it makes so much more sense. I guarantee anyone who reads this will love it so give it a go! Can't wait for the sequel that's coming up!)

No Man's Land by thenerdyindividual

Ship: Merlin/Arthur

The Dragon Lords once lived and ruled happily in Camelot. That all changed after the Battle of Camelot. Now they live in the Wilds, No Man's Land, a place where clans and dragons rule. A routine errand to collect herbs for Gaius gets complicated when Merlin ends up saving the life of one of Camelot's best knights. Which begs the question; how and why would a knight from an enemy kingdom come to be in the middle of nowhere?

(Merlin has a leadership role! Arthur and Merlin are equals! A slowbuild friendship then romance that is paced well! Arthur learning to appreciate magic!!! This fic just hit all my favorite tropes and really developed the plot and their relationship well, definitely recommend!)

The double life dilemma by dragoonsbeard

When those from Camelot are reincarnated into the modern world. Only an immortal merlin and a reincarnated Uther remember the past. That's right. Uther

Aka, Ygraine thinks them old dear friends while Arthur and Morgana firmly believe their father figure had once been in the mafia.

(This is not a duo I thought I needed in my life, BUT I DO. I was cackling like a mad man by the end of the first chapter, they are so petty lol.)

All Through the Night by rubyjayne

Ship: Merlin/Arthur

The people of Camelot suddenly start acting more lovesick than usual towards Arthur. When Merlin encounters the creature behind it all, the last thing he expects is for his dreams to become inextricably linked to Arthur’s.

A canon AU in which a pining Merlin is cursed to see Arthur’s dreams every night, Gaius is of no help whatsoever, and Kilgharrah thinks it’s all rather hilarious. Little do any of them know, this minor inconvenience (though neither Merlin or Arthur would call it that) sparks a series of events far more momentous than anyone was expecting.

(The early season Merlin vibe this fic emits is IMMACULATE. It retained the light tone and fucking hilarious shenanigans these idiots get up to and just, I love this fic so much. And it's not afraid to create believable conflicts between the characters and the romance is a well-built slow burn that's growing steadier by every chapter. Everything about this fic is just *chefs kiss* so well done, I am so happy!)

Three weeks ago by Rona23

Ship: Arthur/Merlin

A sorcerer burns at the Pyre. And as always, Arthur can only watch. He had long closed his heart from such sights. What breaks his heart is seeing the people he loves hurt from such moments. Such as Merlin. But there is more to the boy than Arthur thinks. And soon he sees the entire day unfold once more. This time - from a different perspective.

EDIT: (You should totally go and check out "Two Sides by birdie7272" which was inspired by this fic! I'll put a link in the notes. Totally worth checking out!!!!!)

Series Part 33 of Merlin´s magic

(I have never read a time travel fic like this before and it's intriguing! The way it's told is so well done and the writing had me holding my breath at times, it's magical hahaha!)

Two Sides by birdie7272

Ship: Arthur/Merlin

There's two of them!

(Three words: Magical Twin Arthur. The concept is utterly fascinating and god I am almost tempted to write a full-length overblown fic that expands this.)

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[The Witcher]

The Witcher and the Lordling by Alex51324

Jaskier, prevented by political unrest at home from going to university and becoming a bard, steals a Witcher and runs away. OR, Geralt, made even more miserable and downtrodden by a series of reforms placing Witchers under human control, steals a lordling and runs away.

Series

Part 1 of The Witcher and the Lordling

(Where Geralt has an even worse time being a Witcher than canon and through choice and circumstance, Jaskier and Geralt end up escaping the paths chosen for them and run away together. I love how this explores how the two rely on one another in different ways, with Jaskier being very young and not at all experienced of the world while Geralt slowly becomes a person instead of just the Witcher, finding himself along the way. Really great worldbuilding that totally shows how fucked up this world is compared to canon and the sequel has me so excited to see more of this AU. Also! It's a rare fantastic friendship fic that explores new dynamics between the two I've never seen before! Definitely recommend!!)

In The Sky by karauna (read their other fics too, they're all neat!)

In Kerack, there's a magic-shop with a purple banner hanging over the door.

Or:

Yennefer is on vacation.

That is to say, she got tired of being in Rinde. After a solid ten or so years as mayor, she passed leadership down and then left with a flick of her wavy, luxurious hair. And now she's here, in Kerack. Selling spells. Making potions. Doing... things. Important things.

"I'm closed, can't you read?"

Very important things that this rascal is rudely interrupting.

"Nuh-uh, not a word! Say, are there dragons in here?" The boy asks, blue eyes shining like moon-discs, "are there phoenixes? Faeries? Serpents? Can you make the sun rise faster? What about winged shoes? Is it true that mages stay pretty because they have mud-baths? Can I have a pet dragon? That one's important, I really want one."

She pinches the bridge of her nose. "No. To all of the above, it's a no."

(This has such a feral, sweet, and sunshine vibe (the last one is completely Jaskier's fault lol). Where Yennefer adopts a tiny, child Jaskier who attracts monsters like a disney princess much to everyone's bewilderment.)

Forever Wanting More by stormandstarlight

Ship: Geralt/Jaskier

Geralt has always been a little afraid of losing control. And after what happened the last time, it's not an unreasonable worry, one which the Council shares. He's been watched since he left Kaer Morhen, but he's always been... perfect. Kept himself in control, never done anything to create a reason to come after him. And then he meets a girl. A girl with a grudge against a sorcerer, who asks him to give her her revenge. And he fucks it up worse than anything else in his life. --- Julian has always told himself that he doesn't mind being a Witcher. It's not like he's got another choice, after all. But when the Council asks him to take down a half-feral fugitive, he starts to think that might not be true anymore.

(The fic where both Geralt and Jaskier are Not Having A Good Time but it's a-okay since they have each other! (even if one of them doesn't know the other is a witcher that's supposed to hunt them down and kill them) Absolutely nothing can possibly go wrong! *bright smile*)

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[Crossover]

fill the mold, break the mold by Beastrage

Fandoms: One Piece, Fairy Tail

Nico Robin runs into another D, years after the fall of Ohara.

As for the D in question...Gajeel's ready to help out a kid if she needs it. It's what a Fairy Tail Mage does, after all.

Series

Part 1 of D for Dragon Slayers

(Love this whole series in general! Really great characterization and character interactions here that I never thought would happen. The Dragon Slayers are D's and it makes so much sense, I love it!)

I Could Not Stop for Death by writing_as_tracey

Fandoms: Marvel, Game of Thrones

Ships: Natasha Romanoff/Brandon Stark, Natasha/Eddard Stark

For Natasha, this story ends and begins with a fall - although, two very different kinds. After Vormir, she finds a second chance for herself in a new world - Westeros - but the game stays the same.

(Natasha is reborn as the middle child between Catelyn and Lysa and I honestly loved how all the characters are depicted here. Also, Natasha just can't catch a break can she?)

[diavolosthots]

Could you make a fic about Diavolo finding out that his mc is being bullied for not being good enough for the future King?

We all know MC would get the hell bullied out of them by several demons

Warning: mentions of bullying

Unworthy (DIAVOLO X GN!READER)

Coming to the Devildom, you would’ve never imagined all the fascinating things it would bring you. After all, hell is supposed to be this dark and unforgiving place, is it not? Yet, when you arrived you were greeted with somewhat open arms. A little mistrusting, and a hell of a lot chaotic, but not as badly as you would have imagined it. Things, for the most part, went smoothly, and even Belphegor grew on you at some point. Of course, what would this story be without some classic romance? The Demon Lord took particular interest in you and you found yourself being intrigued by him too. Seriously, the man is attractive, intelligent, and has a sense of humor; it’s an overall win! Still, there was a lot that came with being close to him. Even as just a friend, you were challenged on the daily for ulterior motives or any regime you might lead against him. As his lover, all of that became worse. But none of that mattered to you, or really made you think twice about him. You always came out on top, truthful and honest, and never proved a threat to the future King. In a way, Barbatos had even praised you for it, although discreetly. It felt good to be wanted and it felt even better to be wanted by him, that’s why you didn’t really have much of a problem to prove yourself pretty much on the daily. 

But proving yourself didn’t just mean you had to prove yourself to him and his immediate circle, did it? Demons were jealous beings, rageful demons… the seven avatars shone in every sinful creature that walked the Devildom grounds and some of them shone out more than others. You weren’t a favorite by default, being human and all, but having managed to “suck your way up to the Demon Lord”, per the citizens of the Devildom, had you on a whole new hate list. Diavolo was, per unspoken rule of, once again, the citizens, off limits for anyone. Many have tried and all of them have failed to come close to him. Barbatos had been the main cause of that because the loyal servant seemed to think no one was good enough for his Lord, but if by some miracle, someone did manage to get past Barbatos, it was Diavolo they had to worry about. The Prince was picky, always has been, in everything he does and in everyone he takes. Even being courtesan to the future King proved more than difficult, and yet, somehow, someway, a measly human managed to snuggle up to him. 

Needless to say, you really grabbed the short end of the stick. Thankfully, you were at the House of Lamentation for most of your time outside of RAD, so the bullying and accusations were limited to school hours, but you would be lying if you said they didn’t take a toll on you. Hearing things like, “pathetic, useless human” or “Spineless cocksucker” or “dick kissing attention whore” took its toll on you mentally. Of course, the abuse never stayed verbal, did it? If none of the brothers were around to protect you, which thankfully rarely ever happened, people are quick to get physical, too. Being shoved into walls, robbed of any money you had on you, or even being dunked into the toilets are all not new tricks to you. As much as life in the Devildom was glorious, it was also frightful. Naturally, as most people would, you tried to keep these things to yourself, maybe cry in the shower or in the middle of the night when you were sure everyone else was asleep. 

Today, you couldn’t hide it though. You were supposed to meet Diavolo right after classes were done, but sadly, one succubus decided to gang up with a few incubi and throw you, yes literally throw you, down the steps at RAD. Nothing terrible happened, but you twisted your ankle and bruised both elbows when you landed. If that wasn’t enough, they of course had to throw some words at you as well. “He’s just looking for new meat.” “You’re nothing more than a cockwarmer.” “You don’t think Lord Diavolo actually wants you, do you? You’re an easy slut with no sense of self worth.” You cried, of course, and couldn’t wipe the tears quick enough before Barbatos came to pick you up. His usual smile faltered and before he even asked what happened, he went to get Diavolo. “I’ll tell My Lord immediately.” For obvious reasons, that’s the last thing you wanted, but Barbatos was already gone before you had the chance to stop him. You curled up on one of the steps, pulling your knees up to rest your head against, one hand rubbing over your twisted ankle while your face rubbed against your knees to collect the tears, “What ever did I do….” that’s the thing though, you really didn’t do anything. 

“(Y/N)!” Diavolo was quick behind you, racing down the steps to get to you and immediately dropping to his knees to inspect your ankle, grimacing when you pulled it back because the pressure he put on it hurt, “Get some ice Barbatos.” “Yes, My Lord.” You couldn’t look at him, feeling pathetic that a few bullies got to you and actually managed to somewhat break you. “Talk to me (Y/N). What happened?” He tried to lift your head, cradling your face in his hands but you turned away from him, not wanting him to see your tears, which broke his heart. His arms wrapped around you gently, pulling you into his chest while letting himself fall back on his butt so both of you could be more comfortable. You shook your head against his chest, watching as the tears got soaked into his red RAD uniform, which made you feel worse. “They hate me…” the sentence came out in sobs, making Diavolo’s arms only tighten around you, “Who hates you?” 

His head rested on top of yours, anger and sadness boiling beneath his skin. Anger because who dares touch you? Who dares mess with the Prince’s lover? Sadness because he feels like he can’t do anything unless you tell him. His head lifts when Barbatos comes back with the ice pack, taking it from him and then shifting a bit, “I’m putting this on your ankle, alright?” He waits for you to nod before placing it gently against your ankle, which had started to swell already, “who hates you, (Y/N)?” You gripped his coat tightly, hiding your face further in his chest, “Your people…” 

You told him everything, albeit in between sobs and heavy breathing. He listened, making sure to keep the ice back on your ankle, although it almost broke a few times from how hard he was gripping it. Honestly, he can’t believe anyone would have the guts to touch you while you’re under his care and supervision, but especially because you’re his. Have they forgotten whom they’re messing with? This could easily end in a death sentence for all of them, and from a quick glance at Barbatos, Diavolo knew that his servant was thinking the same thing. “You’re coming with me, (Y/N). Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” You let him pick you up, bridal style, and carry you through the never ending RAD hallways until the outside of the Devildom hit your skin. He walked, all the way back to the castle, with you in his arms, and something about that made you feel at ease. He didn’t push anything else, he didn’t even try to make it better, although he did make it better by just holding you. 

“Why am I here?” You couldn’t help but wonder, though, why he did bring you back to his castle. After all, you lived back with the brothers, but his next words had your heart flutter and a soft smile spread across your lips, “because you’re staying with me, by my side, where you belong.”

[bingoluka]

If you could hypothetically become a writer for mash and end up directing an entire episode, what would the main plot/sub plots be? What characters would it focus on? Angsty or comedic? Which season and would it be a continuation/part 2 of another ep?

Oh my gosh I love this question!

I know for certain it would be Hawkeye-centric, his character is so complex to me and I love diving into characterization.

For the main plot I would really love to dive into a) how being raised alone by a single father has effected his relationships with both others and just the world in general or b) something to do with how Hawkeye accepts help (or lack of) and just his overall self worth is. Or maybe a mix of both, maybe an overlapping thing where how he was raised effected how easily he could really accept help or let others in, physically or emotionally. Bonus points if Hawkeye bonds with someone over this, like Radar who had a similar close knit family life. Or a patient maybe!

I'm not too sure about a sub plot, I'm not sure how easily that would work into a heavier episode so it would likely be something more light hearted to even things out. Or maybe another characters perspective of how Hawkeye is dealing with things, maybe a frustration kind of leeches from it that begs the question 'why cant he just admit he needs something' and it's kind of a realization that all their home lives have effected them in some way, and that you have to have patience.

I would say I'd love to wiggle this into season 5 or 6!

Also I may or may not have written a fic that foes somewhat follow this, it was mostly a self indulgent sick fic but I did throw in some of my headcanons of stuff! I'll link it below, but thank you again for this question! I absolutely adore the thought you put into it!

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: MASH (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: B. J. Hunnicutt/Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce

Characters: Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce, B. J. Hunnicutt, Frank Burns, Margaret "Hot Lips" Houlihan, Maxwell Klinger, Sherman Potter, Radar O'Reilly, Father Francis Mulcahy

Additional Tags: Sickfic, Sick Character, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Whumptober 2019, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Worried B. J. Hunnicutt, Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce Whump, Hunnihawk if you squint, Margaret cares about Hawkeye, And this is the hill I die on, I just love their friendship okay, Worried Margaret, Margaret also is looking out for B.J., cries

Summary:

  If there was anything that Hawkeye Pierce hated, it was being sick. 

It could be rightfully debated that swimmer’s itch and wet socks would come in a close second; tied, of course, with Major Burns on what most would consider a good day. Whichever came first on the list, however, didn’t matter much to the captain as the beginning symptoms of a fall flu set in. It started mildly, pressure in the sinus leading to mild headache, sniffles, and sneezes. Most of which Hawkeye conveniently blamed on allergies, the war, or whatever slop was served at breakfast that day. For the most part, everyone shoved off the symptoms as just another part of his antics.

That is, everyone except for a certain BJ Hunnicutt. 

[undetectorist]

thank you @sanhaoche for the tag! i love to share my many thoughts on things. 

Rules: tag 9 ppl you want to know better

Last song: mikrokosmos by BTS. my “BTS favourites” playlist is literally over 7 hours long because they haven’t made a bad song in their lives, but if i had to pick my ultimate favourite it would be mikrokosmos. shine dream smile x

Last show: i think the last tv show i actually finished was i told sunset about you which i watched because the director of this film festival (who i’m obsessed with) was constantly posting about it on instagram and i was like okay king you’ve got me intrigued. i thought it was so beautifully filmed and the yearning was exquisite. all of those longing gazes! when they’re in the hammock and oh-aew says, “i think you know,” i was shaking crying throwing up. i will say that it gets a bit melodramatic and overwrought midway through episode 4—i was watching it with sarah in the room and after 20 minutes she was like they really haven’t stopped crying this entire time, which, like, yeah. however EYE also started crying when teh and hoon have that conversation in the final episode…. what can i say, i love gays and their siblings. anyway it really does capture that first-love-obsession so well, both in its crazy intensity and also in how you catalogue every single small touch and look and moment. plus i got to read this fic after which was so GOOD. 

also if this question was meant to be about concerts my last show was ATEEZ which changed my life, restructured my DNA and had me immediately searching for VIP tickets for the berlin and amsterdam shows. seonghwa being visibly affected by my sign and touching his heart???? yunho saying “i love you” directly to sarah???? no we won. there is truly nothing like seeing a band live at the very height of your obsession with them 

Currently watching: god so many things. 

the bear! very tonally chaotic but enjoyable. 

the sopranos, which abeera has been telling me about for ages and we finally watched the first episode on friday and i fear i’m going to be obsessed. seeing tony squirming in the therapist’s chair not wanting to speak about his family…..relate! 

kinnporsche because i simply had to know what was driving everyone so crazy. also hayley sent me a unionisation fic and so really watching kp is just background research i have to do so i can read it. anyway i’m 3 episodes in and if anything happens to porsche i will kill everyone in this room and then myself etc etc 

Currently reading: i’m going to cheat because the book i’m reading right now isn’t worth talking about but i recently read I HOTEL BY KAREN TEI YAMASHITA which was perfect. i was telling abeera about it yesterday and started stumbling over my words because i was so excited to talk about it. it’s a book of 10 interconnected novellas about the asian american/yellow power movement in the late 60s/70s, based on archival research into the many activist & community groups that were organising in san francisco at the time. it covers SO much ground: from the 68 student strike to the alcatraz occupation to the black panthers to lenin reading groups to the communist art in the coit tower to filipino fruit pickers. i’ve never read a fiction book that understands both marxist theory and praxis so deeply and so well. it’s about community, solidarity, putting your body on the line; poetry and love and art and food; and ultimately it’s about revolutionary struggle and how to dream it and do it. i cried! twice!

Current obsession: do i even need to say ATEEZ? stream guerrilla. the “kpop punk” playlist i have been meticulously curating, which is a list of kpop songs paired with thematically/lyrically similar pop punk songs. the cucumber plants on my balcony. this new LUCY song, which makes me feel like i am a character in a TV show during a montage where i Get My Life Together. a recipe for chicken adobo which is one of the most delicious things i’ve cooked recently. dalton day’s poetry. the moment of the day when It’s Time To BeReal. going bouldering! i just got new climbing shoes which is helping me move up a grade and it’s so satisfying to get stronger! the podcast episode i’m planning with @sanhaoche​ on mdzs, in which i will inevitably talk about jiang cheng for at least 20 minutes without stopping to breathe. my friends, obviously and always. 

tagging @jiminsproof @sportsbrataemin @evakant @perilously @daltoneering @phneltwrites @anakinkendrick​ @hstylesbians to do this if you would like to!!!! 

[the-last-kenobi]

Most of your fics absolutely destroyed me emotionally so, on my own risk, may I request #13 “You shouldn’t be this easy to carry" with Qui-Gon and padawan Obi-Wan? Thank you!

Ohhh I’m happy to write this one! Thank you! (Always pleased to hear I’ve emotionally wrecked innocent people lol)

From this various prompts list.

_

Qui-Gon descended the ramp of his ship with something less than his usual grace, his expression was rather sour. Other than that, he looked his usual self, untidy but comfortable and serene.

He waved to the attendant heading towards the ship, and bowed to a small mechanic droid that squeaked with excitement, ran in circles around him, and then darted off after the attendant.

Qui-Gon chuckled. He paused to take a deep breath, tasting the metallic scent of Coruscant on the air, but also the warm and familiar notes of the Temple, of home. It was good to be back. Tedious diplomatic assignments that ran well overtime were nothing worth dwelling on, especially when it was done alone.

“Master Jinn!” a warm voice called.

He turned his head and saw Shaak Ti walking towards him, a smile on her lovely face with its striking colors.

“Knight Ti,” he greeted her. “How are you?”

“I’m well,” she answered. “I’m just about to depart to Alderaan; it’s a royal wedding and I’m the token Jedi invitee,” she informed him, but there was no offense in her voice. Alderaan was well known to be genuinely welcoming, and had been more than courteous in their dealings with the Order for centuries on end.

“Enjoy it,” Qui-Gon advised her. “Weddings are rarely something you’d like to miss.”

“I will,” she promised. “Oh, is your Padawan around? I was hoping to catch him when he returned, he forgot to sign off on his departure notice and was scheduled for three shifts in the crèche, which he obviously missed.”

Qui-Gon’s head tilted to one side, and he frowned.

It was obvious that Shaak Ti believed that Obi-Wan had accompanied him on his mission, which had in fact been a solo assignment. The twenty-one-year-old Padawan had remained behind for class rotations.

And Obi-Wan had never missed... well, anything. He was notoriously early for everything, beyond punctual. It was almost annoying.

Perhaps he’d finally slipped into a belated teenage fit of laziness, or he’d fallen so behind on class work that he’d forgotten about the crèche. Both would be extremely out of character, but one instance of this in nearly nine years of training could perhaps be excused.

Shaak Ti was waiting for an answer.

“I’ll talk to him,” he promised, revealing nothing. “Thank you for letting me know. I had no idea.”

She waved it off. “These things happen. You have a good student on your hands; he’s easily forgiven.”

Qui-Gon smiled.

~

The door to their quarters opened for him with a casual wave of the hand. Jedi did not lock their doors often; privacy was an understood thing, something not casually breached. No Jedi would enter another’s rooms without first asking permission.

He wasn’t sure what he expected.

Obi-Wan in the common area, reading.

Or Obi-Wan out and about, somewhere off with some of his more trouble making friends. (Quinlan Vos.)

He was not expecting to find Obi-Wan huddled in the corner of their kitchenette, half-hidden in his cloak, knees drawn up under his chin, crying.

Obi-Wan saw him enter and flinched away, shuddering.

Qui-Gon stared.

The entire scene was so unexpected, so wrong, that for a full five seconds he simply stood there, unable to process it. Obi-Wan had buried his face in his knees and was attempting to stifle his tears, seemingly by holding his breath, which was only making him shake harder.

Qui-Gon jolted out of his paralysis and stepped nearer, dropping onto one knee, sensing that looming over his Padawan was not going to help.

“Padawan?” he asked cautiously.

Obi-Wan looked up reluctantly. His face was a sickly grey; his cheeks were bright red and his blue eyes were feverish. They darted around, seeming to fix on nothing.

“Obi-Wan,” the Master tried again, warily reaching out a hand and resting it on top of one of Obi-Wan’s, clenched around his knee.

Obi-Wan took a rattling breath, more tears spilling down his cheeks. “...What... day is it...?” he gasped.

Qui-Gon’s chest tightened with something close to terror. What in all the galaxy was going on here?

“It’s the 29th,” he said gently. “Taungsday. I returned a day late from my solo mission. Do you remember that?”

Obi-Wan’s tears had increased throughout the brief speech. “Y-yes.”

“All right,” said Qui-Gon, struggling to remain as calm and patient as possible. “All right. Can you tell me what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Obi-Wan shook his head, his expression crumbling. Suddenly he very much resembled the boy Qui-Gon had met on Bandomeer, uncertain and frightened, although even then he had not cried. This was different.

“Are you sure?” Qui-Gon pressed.

Obi-Wan nodded, strangling a loud sob by clapping one hand over his mouth. He said something, but of course it was impossible to understand behind his clamped fingers.

“What?” asked his Master.

“...so...stupid,” Obi-Wan burst out angrily through his tears. “I just... don’t feel well.”

“Don’t feel well?” Qui-Gon stared at his apprentice in confusion. “You’re sick? Obi-Wan, why didn’t you just go to the Halls?”

Obi-Wan shuddered. More tears slid down over his flushed cheeks. “I...I...I fell,” he said, sounding deeply uncertain. “I was working, and it was late, and I fell. I think I fell. I can’t walk. I can barely move. I don’t know how long it’s been—”

Qui-Gon was already moving, alarm ringing in his head like sirens. In two seconds he had Obi-Wan in his arms, cradled like a child, his head resting under Qui-Gon’s chin.

“You shouldn’t be this easy to carry,” he said tensely. “You haven’t had anything to eat or drink since you fell?”

“Some... some water,” Obi-Wan murmured. His skin was blazing hot against Qui-Gon’s, a sick and feverish heat. He had stopped crying — his tears seemed to have stemmed from a combination of confusion and shame, not pain — but he seemed on the verge of passing out. “I... I got some water... don’t remember when...”

“Stay awake,” Qui-Gon ordered. He was striding down the hallways, ignoring the few bystanders who watched them pass with bewilderment and concern. He did send a grateful nod to one young woman who raised her comm in her hand at him, asking a silent question, and at his gesture raised it to her lips and murmured ‘Tell the Healers that Master Jinn is bringing in his Padawan. Have someone ready.’

Obi-Wan murmured something vague.

“Stay awake,” insisted Qui-Gon. “Don’t fall asleep.”

Obi-Wan moaned but nodded, forcing his eyes to stay open. “I...I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize.” The words came out harsh and insincere in Qui-Gon’s urgency, and he realized it, because he dropped a swift kiss to the top of the fevered head in apology. Obi-Wan relaxed ever so slightly.

They arrived in the Halls of Healing and were immediately received by a Healer and his apprentice, who had Obi-Wan safely tucked in a bed and monitored in less than two minutes. Obi-Wan had closed his eyes against the bright light and seemed in danger of falling asleep again.

“Stay awake just a little longer, Padawan Kenobi,” the Healer instructed kindly. “I’m fairly sure of your diagnosis but I have to be more certain before I can administer treatment. Then you can sleep.”

“Yes, Healer,” rasped the young man.

Qui-Gon watched from the wall, his hands tucked deep in his sleeves to hide how they trembled. The shock of the last quarter hour was setting in, and he scrambled to keep his wits about him, worried about what this diagnosis might be. He still remembered Obi-Wan’s confusion about the day, his bewildered tears, and that memory was not going to be going away anytime soon.

He had been far too light in his arms.

Just how long had Obi-Wan been trapped in their rooms, unable to call for help and too confused to figure out a way around that? How long had he gone without eating and sleeping?

He found out.

An hour later, Obi-Wan was fast asleep, hooked up to an IV and blissfully pain-free due to a dose of pills he had managed to swallow. The Healer turned to Qui-Gon with a weary smile.

“You’re all right?” he asked.

“I’m fine. I’ve just returned from a mission, but I wasn’t hurt.”

“That’s good to know. I was asking about shock, however,” the Healer said gently. “I know this can’t have been a pleasant homecoming.”

Qui-Gon’s throat tightened, but he said nothing.

The Healer seemed to understand. “Obi-Wan has contracted a strain of the flu,” he explained, moving past the brief surge of emotion. “As you know, most strains of the flu are easily combated these days and many species have evolved or inoculated to the point where it’s hardly a concern. But sometimes the flu is stronger. In this case, it’s clear that it’s job was made easy. I don’t think Padawan Kenobi was eating or sleeping properly before the sickness began to set in. It would explain the severity of his malnutrition, and his confusion.”

Qui-Gon’s eyes flickered to the bed where Obi-Wan was sleeping, the fever still burning in his cheeks.

“...How long?” he asked.

“A few days at most,” the Healer said. “But I suspect it’s a habit that’s related to stress and overwork. Does Obi-Wan struggle with stress or insomnia?”

The Master hesitated a moment, opening his mouth to deny it, and then stopping to think better of it.

“...Maybe,” he admitted. The hesitation stung. Shouldn’t he know? “He’s very private with his habits when we’re in Temple. He prefers to study alone in his room, and we usually only manage to share one meal a day during his busier semesters, if that.”

The Healer nodded. He didn’t look or sound at all accusatory when he said, “That’s understandable. I’m going to suggest keeping a closer eye on that. Don’t force him out of his comfort zone, at least not right away, but make sure he understands that three square meals — or better yet, a light meal or snack every two or three hours — is expected of him. As is sleep.”

Qui-Gon nodded, his throat tightening again to the point of pain.

“Rest easy, Master Jinn,” said the Healer, briefly laying a supportive hand on the taller Jedi’s shoulder. “He’ll pull through this. The illness, and everything else. I believe it’s nothing more than a bad habit formed from good intentions. There are crueler demons out there.”

“Yes, I know,” said Qui-Gon. And he did know. One didn’t reach Jedi Mastery without learning the galaxy for what it was.

But he didn’t think he would ever quite move past the shock of today, of carrying his adult apprentice in his arms, sick to the point of tears and helplessness, and then discovering that he could possibly have prevented this if he had paid a little more attention to Obi-Wan’s work habits.

Well. They would, as the Healer said, overcome this.

Qui-Gon drew up a chair to the side of the bed, resolving to wait until Obi-Wan woke, and slowly reached out and set his hand next to his Padawan’s. After a moment, Obi-Wan stirred, and even in his sleep he gave a contented sigh and shifted his hand, his fingers searching blindly for his Master’s hand. Qui-Gon took it and held it tightly.

They had overcome so many things in nearly a decade together.

They could handle this.

And besides, Qui-Gon told himself, even after Obi-Wan was Knighted, he would always be here to watch his back.

He would never abandon Obi-Wan.

_

[calltomuster]

Star Wars Fic Recs Part the Fourth

[first fic rec list] [second fic rec list] [third fic rec list]

Been a few weeks since I've done one of these and I've read/reread some great fics recently so let me share them with you now!

And I Fear Nothing by @maiseey (Obi-Wan/Cody, WIP, 11/? chapters, 43.4k words) Picture this: I am sitting in the parking lot of my local grocery store, having just bought a load of perishables. I get the email that And I Fear Nothing has just been updated. What do I do: run home to preserve the food I just paid for, or sit in my car and read the new chapter right away? The answer is obvious, of course! That is exactly the situation I found myself in last week when chapter 11 dropped and I did in fact choose to read it in spite of my groceries, that's how much I love this fic. In this fic, Obi-Wan and Cody are raising Luke and Leia together on Tatooine, and they've got so much trauma, and new + old wounds, and love for each other and the children they're raising that it both warms your heart and tears it apart. But that's not all, this fic expands beyond just the small home in the middle of the Jundland Wastes and explores Ahsoka and Rex and their journey to de-chip as many clones as possible. I love this fic because it doesn't shy away from hard conversations, but it does it in a way that makes you want to cry and give everyone involved a hug. Plus, there are some fantastic minor clone characters that you will 100% want to die for by the time you finish reading. Cannot recommend this fic enough.

Obligate by @communistkenobi (gen, one-shot, 23.9k words, Obi-Wan & Anakin & Ahsoka) Just when you thought the Deception arc didn't have enough pain, this AU sees Anakin fake his death instead of Obi-Wan! My heart is physically ripped out of my chest just thinking about this fic, so imagine what it'd do to you actually reading it. Anything @communistkenobi writes is so well-done and I've gone through his works list on AO3 multiple times, but somehow I missed this when it was first posted and it was like a wonderfully delightful surprise when I ran into it the other day. So, so good. Highly recommend!

Moirai by damonkey (gen, WIP, 4/? chapters, 9.2k words, Obi-Wan & Qui-Gon) All I can really say about this fic without giving anything away is that it's a Phantom Menace AU and it's so intriguing. The author is very deliberate in having a vague summary and only tagging as the story progresses, so I truly have no idea what's ahead of me but it's so -- as I said -- intriguing that I'm happy to strap into the ride. Ahhhh I'm skimming through the fic and there are so many things I want to mention but I don't want to give anything away!

Almost Home by @frunbuns (gen, one-shot, 5.2k words, Obi-Wan & Anakin) You know, every time I recc a Modern AU I'm like "I don't usually like Modern AUs but..." and then proceed to gush over the fic. I went and checked and I've recced a Modern AU on almost every fic rec list I've made! Maybe I do like Modern AUs?? Or maybe the fics are just that good -- and this fic is definitely that good. In this fic, the first of a planned series of fics set in a modern Star Wars universe, Obi-Wan is reeling from the loss of his adoptive father Qui-Gon and has to care for a young Anakin. Ooooooof. Definitely hits you right in the feels, this one. Love the non-chronological storytelling too!

Naked and Not Paid by biscuitlevitation (Obi-Wan/212th Attack Battalion, WIP, 6/? chapters, 14.9k words) This fic is essentially ~15k words of the clones thirsting over Obi-Wan and it is the funniest thing I have read all year. I'm not kidding, I just read the last chapter which features space-church-lady!Anakin and I laughed so hard I cried. I'm cracking up just thinking about it. I promise you will have a good time reading this fic. And if the tag "Obi-Wan Kenobi/212th Attack Battalion" puts you off, let me just say there's no sex in this at all, it's just thirst. And it's hilarious.

Full Disclosure by @trixree (Obi-Wan/Cody, WIP, 2/3 chapters, 7.4k words) ROTS AU in which the Force bonds Obi-Wan has formed with a few members of the 212th save them from the chip and Order 66, but it doesn't stop the devastation from happening on a mass scale and they all have to try and deal with Mustafar and Luke and Leia. This fic manages to be both extremely soft and extremely gut-wrenching at the same time, and I wish I could leave more kudos. Full disclosure (get it, little pun there for ya), I will be dying until the final chapter comes out. Time to go listen to Olivia Rodrigo and reread this fic and just live in my feels.

Thirteen Days by @ewanmcgregorismyhomeboy12 (gen, one-shot, 4.1k words, Obi-Wan & Anakin) Post-Zygerria arc, Anakin dresses an unconscious Obi-Wan's injuries and struggles. Ahhhh this fic is one of my favorite Zygerria arc fics, and given that that's my favorite arc, that's saying a lot! Obi-Wan doesn't say a word in this fic, but his presence is very much there, if you know what I mean. And the descriptions of injuries here are pretty graphic at times, but it's so good that you'll want to keep reading even if you have to do it through the fingers covering your eyes.

brother, let me be your shelter by @kenobilovebot (gen, one-shot, 1.6k words, Obi-Wan & Anakin) This fic packs so much tenderness in a short amount of words. It covers an AU in which Obi-Wan's issues from Zigoola never really resolve, and Anakin finds out when -- well, you'll just have to read for yourself. I love Zigoola because it is such an excellent whumpfest for poor Obi-Wan and this fic is great for that, but also highlights Anakin and Obi-Wan's relationship.

A Padawan At War (Again) series by @itstimeforstarwars (gen, 3 parts, 100k words, Obi-Wan & Anakin) In this series, Obi-Wan and Anakin are transported from The Phantom Menace into the Clone Wars and have to deal with all that comes with it: fighting wars, discovering a Padawan you never knew you had, dueling your grandmaster who apparently is a Sith Lord now(?!) and all the rest. This series is a great ride, and I look forward to every update. Note: the first fic in this series is a one-shot that was expanded upon, and it drops you in media res. The second fic is a prequel that shows how they got to that point, and the third fic is the sequel that shows what comes after.

The Desert Storm series by @blue-sunshine-mauve-morning (complete, 24 parts, 1.144 million words) There has never been a better time to start reading this series. If you read Star Wars fics on AO3, then you've definitely seen the Desert Storm series before, but maybe you were daunted by the high word count, or felt like it would be too much effort to go all the way to the beginning of a series but couldn't just jump in halfway. Let me tell you, it's 100% worth it, and now is the perfect time to read this series if you haven't already. This series is complete, but it turns out it's all just Act 1 of the larger story, which will continue in the Rise and Fall series. @blue-sunshine-mauve-morning is taking a break right now before starting the next series, so you have ample time to get caught up, and YOU REALLY SHOULD. Let me tell you, this series had me on the edge of my seat more than any other piece of media I can remember. With the most recent chapters, where everything that has been building for a million words came to a head, I would get so worked up after each chapter that beforehand I would have to queue up calming things to watch afterwards, and it still wouldn't be enough and I'd be too full of feelings to get anything done the rest of the day. Seriously, this series is amazing. And if you HAVE read it before but haven't reread, now is the perfect time for that as well. I've reread this series multiple times and it's so rewarding because the author sprinkled in so many hints as to what will come that you only understand the second (or third) time around. I know I've written a lot for this rec but this is a long series and it deserves it. Go read! Now!

If you like any of these fics, please consider reblogging so they can get more exposure! And if you noticed I missed someone’s Tumblr account, or linked the wrong one, please let me know!

[thequestoftheravenclaws]

The Goldfinch: Boreo Fic Rec List

These are some of my favorite boreo Goldfinch fanfics. None of these are mine. These ones really stuck with me and were beautiful to read. 

a spring memorandum by yowler 

“In the dark where no one can see, Boris presses his lips to the thin knot of scar tissue over Theo’s wrist. It’s a request; for forgiveness, for absolution, for something neither of them has a name for.

“But you are alive,” he says, “you idiot.”

(Theo and Boris meet during the war.)”

you are my sweetest downfall by punkrockdog

“There's nothing wrong with sleeping with his best friend of almost ten years on a regular basis.

If Theo tells himself this enough, he might start to believe it.”

the needle in the dark (when the sun kicks out) by p3trichor

“Boris thinks a lot about how they’d die in Vegas. Boris with some dramatic explosive death, chaotic and loud and maybe an accident. Falling off a building or getting hit by a car or killing himself with drugs. Theo would implode in on himself, quiet and polite and nondisruptive. Drinking himself to death or bleeding out in a bathtub. Both boys just like dying stars, deciding whether it’s worth it to turn into a black hole or not.

Theo and Boris keep finding each other, for better or for worse.”

le cirque des rêves by basha

““Theo Decker spends most of his life obsessed with the magical Night Circus and the strange boy who lives in it.”

notes from a catastrophe by patrokla 

“Life, Potter. I always find that I want more of it.”

In post-catastrophe Manhattan, Theo investigates a rumor and finds Boris.”

they are one person, they are two alone, they are three together by lesbianbabydriver

“There were many nights Boris remembers that Theo doesn’t--always a gulf between them, these things unacknowledged. Boris would always know more about Potter than Potter would know about him. There would always be the sound of sobs echoing in Boris’s ears, always the vodka-soaked late night admissions, the jumping off the roof, the blood spattering on the tiles. Always the feeling of Potter’s breath hot against his neck as he said “she called me Puppy sometimes” and then, always Boris allowing himself to whisper tsutsenya later when the dust and rubble tore Theo’s mother away in his dreams and brought Potter gasping back to reality in Boris’s arms.

There would always be the night Potter showed him the painting.

“You’re a blackout drunk, Potter, you know that?”

or, Boris tries to remember why he took it”

The Before, After, and Forever by makkachincrossing

“The attack at The Met… That wasn’t the first explosion it had survived.”

“No?”

“No, a gunpowder factory exploded nearby Fabritius’ studio, killing him and destroying nearly all of his paintings,” I took a breath, unsteady. “But The Goldfinch… The Goldfinch survived.”

A hand on my shoulder. Long fingers, a firm squeeze, grounding me to earth. “You survived too, Potter.”

I looked to him, eyes aching behind my glasses.

“Life exploding around you. You survived. You, too, are Goldfinch.”

Lights Up If You Know Who Are by nothingwithoutyouxo

“After accidently stumbling upon the Mirror of Erised, Theo is determined to show Boris what he saw.”

Find Other Muses by deadspy

“Theo folds and unfolds the old postcard from Boris. GREETINGS FROM KANSAS! it reads, same as it always has, but now it just feels like a taunt.

Ten years after Amsterdam, Theo and Boris find themselves, and each other, in the most unlikely of places.”

if you promise to stay conscious I will try to do the same by scenedenial

“The doctor has a soft voice and wears too much blush. She asks him about his eating, his anxiety levels, his headaches, his reflex times. About his partner.

“Teeth is...” Theo bites at his lower lip, never knowing what answer to this question they want. Boris—Teeth—is a brutal shot. His knuckles are always raw and bruised from going hand-to-hand. He drinks black tea with honey and is constantly taking the piss. Sometimes, Theo gets up to him vomiting behind a closed door. Sometimes, he jerks awake in the night and cries so hard that Theo thinks it may never stop. “He’s solid.”

Theo wonders like hell what Boris says about him.”

A New Life for You (and Me) by Mystical_Artist

“Boris buys them a house in the country.

Theo thinks the whole thing seems kind of gay.

If the old lady across the street with binoculars is any indication, he's not the only one.”

Death & Disaster. by theweakestthing

“The street lights haloed Boris, spilling orange light through his hair and around his face. It was only then that Theo heard the music again, it was muffled through the windows of the car, at first he didn’t recognise what it was. Then the words ‘I’m not in love’ cut through Theo’s head and he knew exactly what it was. He didn’t miss the irony, though he wished he had.”

made this place for you by pissard

“Theo is back in New York and things come together then begin to unravel”

i hear you, you analog boy by camellialice

“Theo just wants to ask his next-door neighbor to have quieter sex. In return he gets his life turned upside down, a new best friend, a lot of heartache, and maybe even a kiss or two.(or: on broken edges and flimsy walls, cracks and nonsense, finding love in the in-between)“

Carry Me Home by zoeburchard

“Three times Boris carries Theo and one time Theo carries Boris.

"“What the mother fuck, Boris!?” He practically jumped out of my arms, onto the pavement where he promptly fell on his ass.

I shrugged, “You were shit faced, falling all over. You trip and pass out, had to get you home somehow.”

Eying me suspiciously up through his glasses he pushed himself to his unsteady feet brushing himself off. I gave him a look that said What? Did nothing wrong! And he seemed to understand.

Pushing his his glasses up, he looked down, almost shyly, and said, “Oh— uh, thanks I guess.”"

[sunflower-rat]

[ Little self indulgent - Based on All the Reasons I won't go Home - a TommyInnit centric fic where he runs away to Hermitcraft ]

Hurt/Comfort. Sort of.

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There are days Tommy doesn't get up.

He sleeps all day and buries his face into the plush of Henry that one of the Hermits made for him.

He lays there and stares out the window until the sun sets and his room sinks into a stretch of dark shadows.

He doesn't want to think about the list of things to do pinned to the wall, or the blueprints of a build he had loved so much yesterday but can now only hate.

He doesn't want to know why the fact that he can hear Grian, Scar and Mumbo outside his room worrying makes him feel even worse.

Or maybe he just feels awful in general. These days he can't really tell.

And it's funny.

It's stupid.

It's horrible, because he's away from the DreamSmp. He ran away years ago, and he has the most wonderful people looking after him and it has been the best years of his entire life.

So why does he feel so... Lonely?

Because once upon a time, he dragged himself through hell and waged wars to have even the right to call some stupid crater a home.

And now he had everything and he sometimes felt like nothing - and he hates it because it makes him feel like he's in Pogtopia again - watching Wilburs shadow loom against the ravine.

Or in Logstedshire - hiding from the monsters even though they've long since disappeared from his life.

It's anger, and a numb kind of sadness that hollows out your chest. It's bitter and broken and he doesn't want to feel this way - but he does anyway because humanity is flawed and Tommy isn't a Hermit.

So maybe he notices the way magic greets him differently than everyone else.

Maybe he notices how different he is from them, and the gap between their experiences are far deeper than he'll ever know how to cross.

He knows he can't compare, with his shitty cobblestone builds and rollercoasters that go nowhere.

He knows he's worth nothing, even though they look at him like he's everything.

But Grian still sits there with him when he doesn't talk, gentle hands combing through his blonde and white streaked hair.

Scar still comes in and tells him about the sunflower fields and the flowers blooming outside and leaves cookies on his bed.

Mumbo plays Big Hero Six on the TV in his room, even though he doesn't watch with him - and starts it all over when it ends - just because he told him once that it was his favourite movie - even though they've played it so many times he hates it.

And Tommy cries when they leave because he wants them here.

He wants them in his room.

He wants them to hold him and tell him he's loved, and cherished and everything that has worth - because on all his worst days - he looks at himself and can't see an ounce of what they see in him.

But he doesn't say it.

He just lays in bed, hugging Henry to his chest, and his fingers tighten against his sweater when Grian gets up to leave.

And Grian doesn't say a word.

But he stays.

And that's good enough.

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Destiel

It’s my birthday tomorrow, and to celebrate, I’ve compiled a list of my favourite fics! I’ve read a lot of Destiel fics over the past year, but these are the ones that have stuck with me the most. I’ve not put as much detail in as I usually do because otherwise we would be here forever, but I am begging you to read these fics. They’re all amazing.

Kiss You When It’s Dangerous by zoemathemata (@zoemathemata) on AO3. (57,593 words).

It’s adorable. The plot is fabulous. It’s my all time favourite fic. Please, I am begging you, just read it.

Stand By Me by whelvenwings (@whelvenwings) on AO3. (31,252 words).

The first Destiel fic I ever read, and it’s managed to stay with me this whole time.

Angel’s Wild by LimonadeGaby and riseoftefallenone on AO3. (389,271 words).

The pining is unbearable but it’s all worth it in the end. The ultimate slow burn.

The Tea is Decaf by mnwood (@tomhardysteeth) on AO3. (3,673 words).

Cas is adorable. Eileen is adorable. Everyone is adorable.

a turn of the earth by microcomets on AO3. (95,274 words).

Of course I’ll rec the ultimate John Winchester bashing fic. The plot is so amazing and it is written excellently.

the inexhaustible silence of houses by Askance on AO3. (31,820 words).

This was beautifully written, made me cry, and the ending haunts me to this day.

Forget-Me-Not Blues by noangelsinthegarrison (@aaziraphales) on AO3. (68,689 words).

Jesus Christ, I have not read another fic where these two are such blatant idiots. That being said... I love it. Everything about it is amazing.

the cost of a thing by quiettewandering (@wanderingcas) on AO3. (74,198 words).

So cute! All the angst! My all time favourite trope and absolutely the best take on it!

In All Your Borrowed Finery by vanishingact (@vanishingactblog) on AO3. (67,950 words).

Okay this is adorable and you can’t convince me otherwise. Every time I read a fic with Gabriel in, I miss him just a bit more.

Down Like Water by museaway (@museaway) on AO3. (14,512 words).

I reread this occasionally just to feel something. I literally had to check if I misread the tags like 3 times and I cry every. single. time.

Partnered by K_K_TiBal (@thebloggerbloggerfun) on AO3. (28,112 words).

This is so fucking cute. The artwork is gorgeous. And, now I ship Jody and Donna. All round win.

Black Swans by omphalos and Wolfling on AO3. (66,455 words).

Okay so maybe this is more Sabriel than Destiel, but it was written amazingly and the plot was phenomenal!

this is a good thing, dean (prayer is a sign of faith) by cascountsdeansfreckles on AO3. (529 words).

The one time Cas can’t hear his prayers... I had to include a 15x18 fic in here somewhere, and this one set me off.

Purgatory, director’s cut by runsinthefamily on AO3. (23,722 words).

This was beautiful. It felt hypnotic, almost like poetry, and I absolutely cried at the end.

The House on the Ocean Road by coffeeandcas (@coffeeandcas) on AO3. (111,351 words).

This was gorgeous! Dean and Cas as parents was adorable, and Jimmy was such a fucking icon I don’t even know where to start. Also, not the weirdest past Cas ship I’ve ever seen (but it’s up there).

Broadway Musical by Griftings on AO3. (12,453 words).

The King and Queen of the crack fics. I adore the ‘did you fuck the Michael sword’ vibes and the formatting just makes everything so much funnier.

How Many Slams In An Old Screen Door [podfic] by Tenoko1 (@tenoko1) on AO3. (1hr 50mins).

Before we were shoved back into lockdown, I used to listen to podfics on the way to/from school, and this has to be my all time favourite so far. The asexual representation was fantastic, the plot was hilarious, and (as always) it was read beautifully.

When Charlie Met Cas by riseofthefallenone on AO3. (24,666 words).

This has to be thee funniest fic ever written. I don’t make the rules.

Boneless Wings by PallasPerilous (@pallasperilous) on AO3. (4,333 words).

The art is gorgeous (I’d literally just finished watching Pan’s Labyrinth which was terrifying) and it was such a brilliant parody of all the other wing fics out there (not that I don’t love them too!)

Grace by july_19th_club (@july-19th-club) on AO3. (5,164 words).

This was gorgeous and now I really want to see it filmed! It is so much better than the ending we got. I would say the author should work for them, but... frankly, they deserve better.

It Started With a Fanfic Competition by Tenoko1 (@tenoko1) on AO3. (124,487 words).

This was written beautifully. It was so wholesome, not afraid to call the characters out on their usual bullshit, and has genuinely more character development than the entire 15 year long show.

Serendipity by whelvenwings (@whelvenwings) on AO3. (23,891 words).

I absolutely adored every character in this (and thoroughly enjoyed guessing who was going to show up next!) and the plot was fabulous!

The Mute!Cas ‘verse by Princess_Aleera on AO3. (148,656 words).

Oh man. I wasn’t sure at first, but this is now maybe my favourite universe out there. The fluff was unbelievably fluffy, the angst was quality pain, and that’s without mentioning the fact the end had me ugly sobbing. On Christmas Eve.

When Dinosaurs Ruled The Earth by Mishafied on AO3. (68,926 words).

Oh my lord, what about this isn’t amazing? The casting was fabulous, the amount of research was obvious and really paid off, and I mean... Jurassic Park AU! It made me desperate to rewatch the films, too.

The Passion of the Christ (and his angelic ex-boyfriend) by Bzzee (@clarafordahwin) on AO3. (4,972 words).

I am going straight to Hell, and it is because of this fic right here. That being said, this is top quality crack and I’ve sent it to everyone I know just for the trip (two of them had never watched SPN. One asked me if Jesus was actually in it).

You Can Keep Holding On by NorthernSparrow on AO3. (352,388 words).

I won’t spoil it, but one of the best plot twists of all time! The exploration of Dean & Cas’ relationship, the detail put into the lore, the foreshadowing... amazing.

Apres by imogenbynight (@imogenbynight) on AO3. (24,045 words).

This was so adorable - Cas and Dean deserved a holiday in France!

I hope you enjoyed them! I’ve really been struck - especially over quarantine - with appreciation for all the writers out there who are giving us this professional quality content for free. I genuinely don’t know what I’d do without you, which is why I’ve done my best to hunt you down and tag you so you can take my love! There are a hundred other fics that I could have included on here as well, or ones that I’ve read since making this list. Thank you all so much for giving us these wonderful stories!

[ugh-againwiththenames]

So Many Fanfics So Little Time

This is just my list, I have seen so many (but if you want to use it it’s all yours too!).  I’m not a writer.  But I am a hell of a reader. Voracious one might argue. I just wanted to track my progress through the weeds of the absolutely never ending supply of Destiel and Cockles fanfic. 

Read on if you want to see what I’ve read, and what I’ve thought. I am but one person with opinions - some of them may be unpopular - some of them you might agree with, but if you find something you haven’t read here, I encourage you to do so. 

Honestly, this is just so I can track what I have read already, and when my friends ask, I can reference something easily. I have found some different fics on all kinds of ‘best of’ lists all over the interwebs. And I love recs - so rec away friends. 

As someone who reads a solid 40 novels a year typically, I don’t come by the “I read a lot” innocently. I do actually read a LOT.  When not reading fanfic (a new obsession, all things being fair), I usually read a lot of Fantasy/high fantasy, romance/erotica, and or YA (yeah, that was a bit of a ride no?).  So from this one might digress that I like fluffy, cute stories, complicated and supernatural/paranormal type stories, and I sure do not shy away from violence or smut (or maybe violence with smut? *smirk*). 

I have read all of these in the last 2-3 months (I will continue to add as I go). I had never read a fanfic until 2-3 months ago.  A lot of these wonderful people are on here, and I mean you no offence by not directly tagging you - I’m still learning how to actually properly use this site. Links to AO3 are included (and I love you all). 

These aren’t necessarily in any real order - I did read T&S first, followed by 91W, and 4LW...after that it’s just a shit show of Long or Short, Destiel or Cockles - smorgasbord. Some of these are the most popular Fics out there, and others I’ve never seen recc’d anywhere (just sort of accidentally happened upon them).  So let’s get to it, shall we? 

Twist and Shout - ok look. I understand the stigma associated with this one, but it was the FIRST one I read. It was the ball that shot me down the hill, and I haven’t stopped since. So. I loved it. I CRIED like a baby. SOBBED. It was not the quality of the writing but the way the story was developed and delivered. I have Never Cried Like This Reading a Story IN MY LIFE. It’s a rite of passage. Read It and have an opinion - it doesn’t need to be mine.  

Author(s): gabriel, standbyme   https://archiveofourown.org/works/537876/chapters/955188

Ninety-One Whiskey - aka 91W, it is mentioned so much, and is SO worth the read.  I continued my dive into the war fics (not typically my bag really and here I was reading 2 in a row).  There are a couple of followup stories as well to this series (and yes, I’ve read them all).  Although I’ll say that the original is my favourite. I often got lost in a bit of the War/Tactical descriptions, but would recommend it to anyone anyway. Ugh...the “stolen moments”...they were at the same time tragic and the most amazing things ever.  You feel me? no? go read it. 

Author:  komodobits   https://archiveofourown.org/works/2362190/chapters/5214500

Four Letter Word for Intercourse - aka 4LW.  OMG just, OMG. I loved this story. I loved it so much. I think I read it in a day.  Devoured it. It’s so HOT. Just read it. If you haven’t you’re missing out.  LEMME AT IT. I loved “knowing the secret”, and had some major anxiety about that realization dawning (I had to take a breath, and be like, no, no, this is gonna be a mess, but it’s gonna be SO GOOD - I was not disappointed).  There’s more than one work here too - read them all. PLEASE. 

Author: bendingsignpost  https://archiveofourown.org/works/16086839/chapters/37568591

Memories Bring Back Memories (Bring Back You) - This was the first Sobs one I read, but it sent me on a spree.  this is the Memory Loss one.  I have one piece of advice here - read everything by Sobsicles. You can thank me later...just go to her page, and fucking sort to supernatural (or not, read it all!) I’d list them but I’d fucking seriously be here all day.  Also, her tags make me laugh so hard.

Author:  sobsicles https://archiveofourown.org/works/24022945/chapters/57796885

Orpheus - I love this one too, Tattooed!Cas, my LOVE. paired with Mechanic!Dean, my HEART, #help.  Read this one in one evening as well. (I was on a roll).  It’s a one night stand that turns into more (much like my last relationship)....hmm...maybe this is why I was pulled in - although to be fair that is the last similarity to my shitty love life! I do not remember how I stumbled onto this one (tattooed Cas may have been the draw...tbh). Read the warnings though, there is some triggering stuff in this one - but if you can handle it, it’s definitely worth the read. 

Author: sysrae       https://archiveofourown.org/works/2364347/chapters/5220227

Have Love, Will Travel - Can you say no to Stripper!Dean? Cause I sure as hell cannot. Typical sort of character development here with Dean having trust issues, and Cas being painfully awkward...(but in like a super cute way?).  Would Recommend. 

Author: squeemonster   https://archiveofourown.org/works/565455/chapters/1011747

The Inexhaustible Silence of Houses - Change of pace here...It’s got a nice twist.  I didn’t actually clue into how it was going to end until very near the end (maybe I was being oblivious), when the realization came over me and I was...man. I was DONE IN.  I hope that doesn’t spoil (I need some kind of way of remembering them). Voiceless!Cas Hunter!Dean

Author: Askance (doomcountry)   https://archiveofourown.org/works/560268/chapters/1000755

Adagio - This is super short, and super cute. Honestly, I would read the whole thing just for the last line. It’ll take you less than an hour if I remember correctly. Go, I’ll wait. I squeeed. did you? 

Author: noangelsinthegarrison   https://archiveofourown.org/works/1397248/chapters/2928145

Any Little Heartache - super easy read (not in a bad way, but in a ‘you’ll fly through it’ way).  It’s mid-length, not graphic, but really fun hospital AU. HeartSurgeon!Dean / Nurse!Cas - enemies to lovers anyone? Fuck you to Fuck me? yeah. YUM. 

Author: followthattardis https://archiveofourown.org/works/5143376/chapters/11838311

Ad Astra - This is another short(ish) one, just one chapter.  And by that I mean that this is written like a very long poem. Cas as a star who has visited Dean many times over the years of his life, that culminates in 4x01 barn scene. It’s ‘awe’ sad. ‘puppy dog eyes’ sad. The writing format took me a bit to understand what was happening - it’s my lack of poetry knowledge, not the writing.  

Author: nhixxie https://archiveofourown.org/works/1013491

Ad Astra Per Aspera - This is a cute story.  ESL writer, no judgement.  I found this while looking for the one above, and thought the premise looked cute - and it was. Misunderstanding leading to Dean realizing he’s actually Bi.  Miscommunication leading to realization.  

Author: Riverchester https://archiveofourown.org/works/12354336/chapters/28101816

Psalm 40:2 - Time travel post-canon Cas and Pre-series Dean.  If you’re wondering how that works, strap in for this ride, it’s well worth it. 

Author: unicornpoe https://archiveofourown.org/works/30786425/chapters/75992444

Addicted to You - Warlock!Dean/Incubus!Cas - accidental ‘mating’ (I actually really don’t like that word, but there’s sort of no avoiding it in this situation). Cute story.  When you drunk dial a succubus and get an incubus instead...Whatever will we do? 

Author: Ltleflrt https://archiveofourown.org/works/4387346/chapters/9959288 

A Glimpse Beyond - End Fix-it. Not yet complete, 10 chapters so far...I want MORE! Reliving memories Dean/Cas & Sam/Eileen.   

Author: NorthernSparrow https://archiveofourown.org/works/27731689/chapters/67875925

Cas-ti-el - Please I want more...It’s like the story just started. Please write more of this story!! 1 chapter, it’s a trope prompt challenge, but I want it to be a full on story of its own. Imprinted names of their soul mates, Dean doesn’t understand his (because it’s in a different language)...I’m frustrated by wanting this story to keep going. 

Author:  Valinde (Valyria)  https://archiveofourown.org/works/1941591

Our Bodies, Posessed by Light - another short one. Not going to lie, this one took a little getting used to, and I can’t say that I enjoyed it too much for the sole purpose that the premise gave me the willies.  Cas has to vessel jump - ends up in Sam...I got through it, it had a good ending, but yeah, sorry. This just wasn’t for me. 

Author:  obstinatrix  https://archiveofourown.org/works/260289

Peanut Butter Pumpkin Wedding Cake - Waiter!Dean / Writer!Cas - This is so effing cute, just misunderstanding after misunderstanding bumbling around like the couple of dorks that they are. It’s only one chapter. 100% would recommend. 

Author:  Sparseparsley https://archiveofourown.org/works/223962

Destiel, Actually - This is another super cute story, 5 chapters. Gabriel playing a singular role in putting Dean and Cas in awkward positions to push them together.  I fucking DIED at “oh, I am the sub” - needs context, but I guarantee you that you’ll laugh out loud...

Author:  Bexism  https://archiveofourown.org/works/399934/chapters/658398

The Smell Before the Rain - This was my first A/B/O - a big apology to all those who are into mpreg and whatnot, this was my lesson that I am not. this was not for me. Also - I’m a firm Cas (Alpha/Dom) believer, and i’m good with switch Cas, but it’s hard for me to take him being the full Omega here, when paired with the rest I just couldn’t do it. I finished it, but, not my thing. I know now. 

Author: jscribbles https://archiveofourown.org/works/22355230/chapters/53406127

Crazy Diamonds - This is another short one, only 3 chapters - it’s a body swap for Dean, 4x02 him and 2018 him swap places (assumption that 2018 him is “with” Cas).  It’s a super cute little story. 

Author:  pantheon_of_discord https://archiveofourown.org/works/16151642/chapters/37738631

The Breath of All Things - Wheelchair!Dean / Volunteer!Cas.  This is a lovely story, typical Dean self-hatred etc. Triggering for those with suicide warnings. It had me in tears at the end. There’s a really spectacular quote near the end that I found so romantic I screen grabbed it. 

Author:  KismetJeska https://archiveofourown.org/works/994750/chapters/1967519

Kind of a Forever Deal - SummerCamp!AU This is just a really cute and fluffy summer camp AU.  Which is so different from 91W (That’s right, check the author)! I was a little disappointed with the ending, but otherwise really enjoyed this all the way through and was loving all the discovery and young characterizations of all the characters. 

Author: komodobits https://archiveofourown.org/works/999291/chapters/1978478

Everytown, USA - Best way I can break this one down? Wanderer!Dean (listless and without a place in the world, he ends up in a small town...), Twin!Cas (that leads to some fun things). There are a number of points where you’re gonna yell at Dean for doing stupid shit (that are very much in character for him to do), you think, well, yes, obviously you’re going to do that you silly fucking boy [affectionate]; but whyyy? (but we know). 

Author: aileenrose https://archiveofourown.org/works/1797559/chapters/3854836

Chalk and Chainmail - HighSchool!AU, Cas is an artist, Dean LARP’s - it’s cute and angsty. 

Author:  lemonsorbae https://archiveofourown.org/works/804704/chapters/1517551

A Little Patience - Ok. you want smut? This is your story. You want Kink? This is your story.  I actually did not finish this. It got a little carried away in my opinion. It was VERY panty kink oriented (which, while essentially canon isn’t really my kink) so, if you want that Panty Kink on full display? Go forth and enjoy! it  is thirty something chapters, I got to the mid-twenties I Think. 

Author: riseofthefallenone https://archiveofourown.org/works/1750058/chapters/3739232

Control - I REALLY ENJOYED THIS. Which is saying a lot for someone who has already admitted that a Subby Cas isn’t really my HC - so to so thoroughly enjoy a Sub!Cas story? (maybe it’s the tattooes...*wink*). It’s an AU where Cas is the head of a company - Dean is a callboy I guess, for lack of a better term. Just read it.

Author: dothraki_shieldmaiden  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31156601/chapters/76993217

More (I copy pasted the next lot from my google doc, I’ll flush them out later - no i wont...)

Teach Me (short) - movie night in the bunker, things get a little carried away   Author:  Chiyume  https://archiveofourown.org/works/5961327

You Light the Spark (in my bonfire heart) (short) - when cas doesn't realize that dean is unaware of his feelings, super short, super cute                      Author: noangelsinthegarrison https://archiveofourown.org/works/1193910 

Communication Breakdown (short/cockles) - dean ends up in Jensen's head while he films the confession scene, no sexual content Author: jujubiest   https://archiveofourown.org/works/29669601/chapters/72951339

Look What You Made Me Do (short/cockles) -      -  Vegas Con 2020 / jensen comes out with a song     - cute short - no sexual content Author:  green_blue_heller https://archiveofourown.org/works/30251592 Full House (short/cockles) - reimagined version of the rented house story - putting it in order (so to speak). funny / cute / fluffy not explicit   Author: n_nami  https://archiveofourown.org/works/30855827

Cyber Sex (short/cockles) - anastiel https://archiveofourown.org/works/31467086      - shameless post GISH Fest zoom call porn      - Short (very short)

It's Complicated (cockles) - gail_morgan https://archiveofourown.org/works/31434938/chapters/77747519       The GISHtake (short/cockles) - MellyCrazyCoconut https://archiveofourown.org/works/31508099     - cute short post GISH zoom     - oops "babe, really?"  

(10.02.2021 updated) Since last update: New reads - Fuck i’m gonna be here all day - there’s not gonna be as much gonna be NO detail in these breakdowns...sorry! This has now just become a “what i’ve read list” as opposed to a Rec list...

Love, All Alike (Pt. 1 Love, All Alike) - Phantoms_and_Foxgloves   https://archiveofourown.org/works/4555599/chapters/10370646                             - Though The Stars Walk Backward (pt 2 Love, All alike) - Phantoms_and_Foxgloves

And this, your living kiss - opal_bullets   https://archiveofourown.org/works/18083927/chapters/42744872

Come On, Let's Strike a Match (Domination and Submission: a love story pt 1) - anyrei & queerwerewolf ***   https://archiveofourown.org/works/25722478/chapters/62458810    - Playing With Fire (D&S: a love story pt 2)    - We Kiss and the Flames Get Higher (D&S: a love story pt 3)     - Sparking That Old Flame (D&S: a love story pt 4) 

Cinderwings - bendingsignpost Cinderella!AU**   https://archiveofourown.org/works/12847041/chapters/29336421

Linden - fleeceframe Swan!AU**   https://archiveofourown.org/works/33126730/chapters/82236118

No Netflix, No Chill (short) - dorian_they   https://archiveofourown.org/works/28764966

Can't Drink You Away (short) - dorian_they   https://archiveofourown.org/works/28785792 

Jensen Totally (Does Not!) Snore (short RPF) - Dorian_they   https://archiveofourown.org/works/30315717

Dean Ships It (short) - dorian_they   https://archiveofourown.org/works/30349434

All about control - wingless   https://archiveofourown.org/works/9151930/chapters/20791243

Aesthetics in Autoerotica (pt 1 Aesthetics in Autoerotica) - relucant   https://archiveofourown.org/works/3885544                                                             - The Ties that Bind (pt 2 Aesthetics in Autoerotica) - relucant

Let's take a drive - sobsicles   https://archiveofourown.org/works/32581027/chapters/80819581 

Enchanted ink - castielslostwings TattooArtist!Dean TattooArtist!Castiel AU ***   https://archiveofourown.org/works/23043622/chapters/55109530

The bones beneath our skin - darknessbound   https://archiveofourown.org/works/24633754/chapters/59515804

The Plot (RPF) - Castiel_Left_His_Mark_On_Me   https://archiveofourown.org/works/2795588/chapters/6274970

The Gentle Force with which you Take Me (RPF) - Phoenix_Ascended   https://archiveofourown.org/works/32110120/chapters/79549183

According to all known laws of Life (Pt. 1 Cursed Metaphors) - sobsicles   https://archiveofourown.org/works/29207901                                                          - and he's back (with a mind of his own) (pt. 2 Cursed Metaphors) - sobsicles

Six hundred sundays (and many more) - sobsicles   https://archiveofourown.org/works/31158776

Aching in the Absence of you - sobsicles   https://archiveofourown.org/works/31832977/chapters/78811378

gorging myself on you, still can’t get full (insatiable) (Short) - sobsicles   https://archiveofourown.org/works/32203291

memories bring back memories (bring back you) - sobsicles   https://archiveofourown.org/works/24022945/chapters/57796885

Dream Come True (short) - bendingsignpost   https://archiveofourown.org/works/28071159

tall grass - aeli_kindara   https://archiveofourown.org/works/13127040/chapters/30030726

asunder (Short) - rageprufrock https://archiveofourown.org/works/62115

Apheresis - bendingsignpost BloodDonor!AU **   https://archiveofourown.org/works/32674783/chapters/81056680

we always were but never knew it - frightfullyrude   https://archiveofourown.org/works/32698324/chapters/81119503

In this Louisiana Bar (Short) - fleeceframe   https://archiveofourown.org/works/31764487

The Hitchhiker's Guide to Alternate Universes - n_nami   https://archiveofourown.org/works/32687929/chapters/81092785

my heart a compass - lagaudiere https://archiveofourown.org/works/28629951

Unsound Inverses - sp8ce (not complete)   https://archiveofourown.org/works/29836881/chapters/73413300

The Jensen Mistake (RPFish) - fellshish   https://archiveofourown.org/works/31950169

tell me about the dream (Pt. 1 Kids are coming home) - playedwright   https://archiveofourown.org/works/27984813/chapters/68544450

It's handy to know (FIMMF Themed ;)) - RosaMarloes   https://archiveofourown.org/works/31761322

So Says The Sword - komodobits AngelTrueform!AU**   https://archiveofourown.org/works/12597892/chapters/28695592

Communication Breakdown (RPFish)- darkshrimpemotions (jujubiest)   https://archiveofourown.org/works/29669601/chapters/72951339

Carry You Home - Casloveshisfreckles   https://archiveofourown.org/works/26982637/chapters/65862916

In the Shadow of your Wings - Enochian Things (Salr323)   https://archiveofourown.org/works/7531294/chapters/17121655

When Harry Met Sally (RPF) (Pt. 1 When Harry Met Sally ‘verse) - mnwood   https://archiveofourown.org/works/7622347/chapters/17351845    - Eight Dildos (RPF) (Pt. 2 When Harry Met Sally ‘verse) - mnwood    - Attention, Please (RPF) (Pt. 3 When Harry Met Sally ‘verse) - mnwood             - Boat Trip (RPF) (Pt. 4 When Harry Met Sally ‘verse) - mnwood

A Winter's Tale - NorthernSparrow   https://archiveofourown.org/works/2654327/chapters/5930561

A Close Shave - NorthernSparrow https://archiveofourown.org/works/3090167

r/supernatural - renrub (short) https://archiveofourown.org/works/27626783

sam reads destiel fics - rebshome (short - funny!)   https://archiveofourown.org/works/33721624

Angel Cookies - noxsoulmate Chirstmas!AU **  https://archiveofourown.org/works/11729640/chapters/26427765

Under The Midnight Sun - NorthernSparrow Arctic!AU **   https://archiveofourown.org/works/16690645/chapters/39143677

Bron-Yr-Aur - mrbluesky (Short) https://archiveofourown.org/works/28225335

The Dean Winchester Beat Sheet - saltyfeathers   https://archiveofourown.org/works/19258594/chapters/45800209

The Meaning On My Skin - saltnhalo   https://archiveofourown.org/works/18005378/chapters/42538133

Red Right Hand (Pt. 1 Murder Ballads)  - Duckyboos   https://archiveofourown.org/works/4306110/chapters/9760008    - Are you the One that I've been waiting for? (pt. 2 Murder Ballads) - Duckyboos   

Riptides - sharkfish   https://archiveofourown.org/works/13230426/chapters/30263556

Damn Fine Ride - Cimorene105 (pt 1 - rodeo) Cowboy!AU** (I’m a horse girl, sue me...)  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14342340    - My Face Just Does This, Sometimes - Cimorene105 (pt. 2 rodeo)    - The Kinkiest Thing I've Ever Done- Cimorene105 (pt 3 rodeo)    - All Signs Point to Love - Cimorene105 (pt. 4 rodeo)    - Monster Love - Cimorene105 (pt. 5 rodeo)    - My Man, The Siren - Cimorene105 (pt. 6 rodeo)    - A Pain in My Ass - Cimorene105 (pt. 7 rodeo)

Astrolabe (terra incognita pt 1) - reluctantabandon, Winter_of_our_Discontent   https://archiveofourown.org/works/3348812/chapters/7326794    - Drollery (terra incognita pt 2) - reluctantabandon Winter_of_our_Discontent    - Rubrication (terra incognita pt 3) - reluctantabandon Winter_of_our_Discontent

Go Down With This Ship - PorcupineGirl   https://archiveofourown.org/works/8023642/chapters/18370474

Fire and Ice - Castielslostwings (Firefighter/Paramedic AU!) **   https://archiveofourown.org/works/23286295/chapters/55768486

The Structural Similarities of Hunters and Onions - Faster_Than_the_Speed_of_Sound (Short)   https://archiveofourown.org/works/33383101

Castiel Novak's Office, This is Dean - emmbrancsxx0   https://archiveofourown.org/works/22411336/chapters/53545840

Out of the Deep (out of the deep pt. 1) - riseofthefallenone - MERMAID AU! **   https://archiveofourown.org/works/548878/chapters/977676

Dean (and Cas') Top 13 Zepp Traxx - pantheon_of_discord   https://archiveofourown.org/works/10909440/chapters/24256989

I'll Be Good - LittleAngelCassie   https://archiveofourown.org/works/4118334/chapters/9282234

Kenosis - CastielsCarma (Short - part of Destiel ABC collection)   https://archiveofourown.org/works/30411720

[seadeepy]

10 fandoms, 10 characters, 10 tags

Finally, a tag game I'm going to absolutely ace, pun intended!!

tagged by: @queerofthedagger (and I think @schitthappens, a while ago)

rules: List ten of your fandoms and your favorite character from each!

BBC Merlin — Merlin

Schitt's Creek — Alexis Rose

The Locked Tomb Series — Palamedes Sextus

Star Trek — Spock

House MD — James Wilson

Star Wars — Obi-Wan Kenobi

Mob Psycho 100 — Mob

The Sandman — Dream of the Endless

Leverage — Eliot Spencer

ATLA — Toph Beifong

tagging: @unconventionalcat @st4rm41d @blackandwhiteandrose @vanillahigh00 @januarium @paintedpigeon1 @zaharya @schweetheart @thewildmother @sspaz1000 (do my SC friends even have 10 fandoms? time to find out :P)

More yelling about my choices under the cut, which isn't required but I'm psychologically compelled to do it:

Merlin — I almost put Gwaine, but the thing about Merlin is... he's so kind despite his loneliness. He's so brave despite his grief. And his devotion to Arthur is beautiful, even when it's also heartbreaking. I love how much he cries, but also how much he cries and kicks ass anyway, which is something fic writers seem to miss a lot of the time. He's emotional but he's also very capable.

Alexis — haha, surprise!!! I love D/P as a ship so goddamn much, but Alexis' character growth is fucking unparalleled. Annie Murphy's acting choices are phenomenal — just watch KCFH to see how much of Alexis' persona was carefully manufactured as character-building, not Annie's actual mannerisms. And to go from a vapid socialite to a boss-ass businesswoman who is nonetheless very fashion-forward and still, at times, incredibly silly? I love that. I love her. More women like her on TV, please.

Palamedes — Another hard choice between him and Gideon, but my brain is locked in Sixth House mode right now. I relate way too much to Pal, and I also love him. A certified nerd who's deeply compassionate. His deep love for Camilla and his protectiveness over her, which is kind of hilarious considering his noodle arms and her terrifying competence. The fact that he looked at the Ninth House and decided they were friend material, when they didn't know it themselves and were actively hostile to the entire idea. He worked out the secret to Lyctorhood before anybody else did, and decided it just wasn't for him, thanks? Because he didn't want to do that to Cam? And (spoilers for later books!!!!) the way he's so fucking badass that he and Cam worked out another way that even Jod hadn't figured out??? Goddamn. Just call me Archivist Juno Zeta, because that nerd boy is my SON.

Spock — TOS most specifically. I hardly need to explain my love for maybe THE most iconic Star Trek character of all time, but I will anyway. Autistic and gay icon, hilarious dry wit, shining devotion to his captain. (If you're noticing a pattern with my favorite characters, no you aren't.) Science-y boy who doesn't fit in anywhere, but has people who love him. Also I love his banter with Bones.

Wilson — He's a bit like Aziraphale, where he's just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing. His relationship with House is so fucked up but at the same time he's a doormat to everybody and House lets him be MEAN and that's actually really important? Ppl look at their relationship on the surface and don't get it because they think Wilson is so kind and sweet and he is but he's also kind of a dick. Idk I just contracted COVID so I'm suspecting the rest of this post is going to start making less and less sense.

Obi-Wan Kenobi — I'm a sucker for characters like him. Kind and compassionate and selfless, but also hilariously sarcastic sometimes. Licherally the perfect Jedi, and loves Anakin so much but couldn't be everything he needed in the end. I blame the war tbh. I also love reading books from his perspective because releasing your feelings into the Force is some excellent mindfulness shit that we could all use some more practice in.

Mob — Mob is awesome because he's already the most powerful psychic. Like, that's never a question. The question is what will trigger him using his powers, what emotions he's feeling, and his own moral questions about obliterating other people with his super-powerful psychic abilities. And I think that's awesome! He's a lot like Merlin, really. Compassionate and really doesn't want to wipe the floor with you, but he will if he's forced into it.

Dream — hehe he's just so angsty all the time and I love that. Plus, galaxy eyes. I read the comics a looooong time ago, but I just bought one of the new collections and I'm gonna re-read them all.

Eliot — Okay Eliot is just. He's so. His thing about "I only use violence as an appropriate response" followed by immediately decking Sterling kinda sums him up. I love that he's so grumpy and "hostile" to the team but it's literally all bark and no bite because physically he would never, ever hurt them. But he will absolutely show up and beat the shit out of anyone else threatening them. Tiny angry man with fabulous hair. My beloved.

Toph — Yeeaaaaaaaaaaaa! I don't really need to explain why Toph rocks, but I love that she's a tiny feral gremlin girl. Like, a VERY angry ten-year-old who's out here inventing forms of earthbending that have never been seen before. She rocks, pun intended. And I refuse to believe she would become a cop. That chaos demon of a girl??? Nooooo