#immediately started working on the zombie fic

[erros429]

YALLLLLL MY NEW COMPUTER CAME IN FUCK YEAH

[starseungs]

of fishes and chocolate muffins. ksm.

kim seungmin x gn!reader — working the morning shift at a cafe on weekdays isn't really the best, entertainment wise. still, eavesdropping on your customers wasn't something you did on a daily basis. it just so happened that two of your regulars had something in store for you today.

GENRE/S — fluff, humor, a pinch of angst, cafe/coffee shop au, writer!seungmin (barely mentioned) • 1.2k words

WARNING/S — profanity for humor, seungmin is pretty down in the dumps for most of this, part 2 of this fic but a different y/n, mentions of unrequited love

( ✒️ ) happy birthday to @seungiepaws !! here's your request for a part 2 of universe lovie, i know i said i'll do a drabble as a gift but it ended up a little longer so you're getting a whole fic mwah <3 i hope you like it

2024 ⓒ starseungs on tumblr. do not steal, repost, or edit.

The small bell perched on top of the cafe’s entrance door chimed softly at the arrival of a new customer. Your well-rehearsed greetings immediately followed, words racing out of your lips before you could even think twice. It really didn’t matter whether you meant them or not. As long as the guest felt welcomed, then that meant you were already doing your job well.

You doubt any of them ever even acknowledged your efforts, anyway. That was just how the world worked on a normal Monday morning—everyone running on autopilot until the seemingly brainless hoard of zombies got their lethal dose of caffeine or sugar and started acting like proper functioning members of society for the rest of the day. Then, the cycle repeats.

As an “all-rounder” cafe employee (as you liked to call yourself), this was just another day in the bigger scale of the year. Not too important, nor was it a particularly boring day. That simply wasn’t possible if you were working at a cafe, or really, just working in general.

“You’re always here, dude.” An exasperated voice groans from the window booth next to the serving counter. You recognized his face right away as one of your regulars who looked like a hamster. “At this point, you need to pay this place rent.”

The man he was talking to rolled his eyes with a scoff, even though his fingers never stopped typing on his laptop’s keyboard. “I’m a paying customer. Objectively, I’m already giving them money to stay here.”

You couldn’t help but silently snort at the guy’s comeback. He wasn’t entirely wrong, after all. This cafe’s prices already took into account the amenities they could use here. So technically speaking, as long as customers bought something from the cafe’s menu, they could stay for as long as they want until the establishment closes. That’s not usually the case, though. Most people still had places to be and other things to do other than have a staycation on some random cafe seat.

Note that you said “most” instead of “all”. Of course, there were always bound to be those who, for the lack of a better description—overstayed their welcome. 

And one of them is that chestnut-haired male who was currently getting berated by his friend.

“Seungmin, seriously!” The other guy, who you finally remembered being named Jisung from his previous orders, exclaimed in concern. “You can’t just stay here all day, every day. I know you’re trying to get over your roommate, but at least make use of your rent?” Jisung almost pleads.

You really didn’t mean to eavesdrop on their conversation, as the topic seemed awfully private, but what exactly could you do from the close proximity of the counter and their booth? It’s not like you were judging the two of them. There was no harm intended, and you were sure you’d still go about your day as usual with or without this newly obtained knowledge from strangers.

Seungmin sighed. “I don’t think you want me to be cooped up in my room writing either, so what do you really want to achieve?” His hands finally parted ways from his keyboard for the first time in about an hour. “Jisung, you know being alone in the apartment is only going to remind me of how my roommate is out there with their boyfriend being all happy and enjoying life while I’m over here writing sappy fictional love stories because I don’t have one of my own.”

“Oh, but you do.” Jisung huffs. “It’s just the unrequited kind.”

“Haha, very funny.”

“Just saying,” he comments. “I’m gonna let you sulk all you want as part of your healing process, but you really shouldn’t be sacrificing yourself just for the thought of them. You deserve better, Min.”

If you could only agree out loud, then you already would’ve. Unfortunately, that meant revealing the fact that you’ve been secretly listening in to the personal conversations of your customers, and you weren’t completely sure if that was even legal for you to do so. Still, what are they going to do? Charge you for having ears?

“I don’t know,” Seungmin mutters. “I’ll manage it eventually.” And to this, Jisung only frowns.

Now, you were just as frustrated as Jisung was. Seungmin is an attractive guy—you were one hundred percent certain that he could get anyone head-over-heels for him if he wanted. And yet, here he was, a monotone mess over unrequited love? Whoever that roommate is, they had severely failed to see the vision since if that was you, best believe you weren’t letting him go just like that. 

Seungmin had honestly caught your eye ever since the moment he started going to this cafe. To put things into perspective, you were practically all smiles for the rest of the day every time he came to order something in the mornings before his daily schedule. When he started staying for whole days, it was only a matter of time before you ended up shooting your shot, even if you barely knew anything about him. Heck, the most you even knew about him was that he liked the chocolate muffins the most here!

A plate of chocolate muffin was heavily plopped down on the two men’s table, startling them due to the sudden act. They exchanged confused glances before Jisung cleared his throat to speak. “Uh—we didn’t order that.”

“It’s on the house.” You pursed your lips.

“What?” Seungmin asks, dumbfounded. You knew he was going to ask for a reason until he saw the look on your face while staring at him. His expression quickly shifted to one of mortification. “Were—were you eavesdropping on us?”

You clicked your tongue. How were you finding his reaction to that so cute? “Look, I didn’t mean to,” you explain. “See that counter? Just how far do you think my station is to your booth for me not to hear a single thing?” Seungmin only grumbles—probably to hide his embarrassment.

“Alright, sure. Whatever,” he says. “I still don’t need that muffin.”

Your eye twitched involuntarily. All of a sudden, you were already leaning on their table with narrowed eyes pointed at the laptop-facing man. “Okay, listen here, you soggy rained-on puppy.” You could have sworn you heard Jisung choke. “This is gonna sound really shitty of me, but there are plenty more fish in the sea. The same goes for your experiences in life. Trust me, you’re not even close to losing those opportunities yet. Unless you’re trying to live like a saint, that is. So grow some balls after your little pity party.”

“That was,” Seungmin exhales shakily. “Vaguely threatening. But somehow I’m not as offended as I thought I would be, so—uh, thanks?” He taps lightly on the plastic cup of his drink, looking away awkwardly.

You lifted yourself off the table and crossed your arms. “My name is Y/N. I work here every morning on the weekdays.” 

“Right,” he hums, still not glancing your way and instead facing the baked good you dropped by their tabletop. “So, is this muffin really free?”

All you let yourself give him was a nonchalant shrug. “Yeah. Just call me whenever or something. Congratulations on hooking a new fish,” you said without shame before walking away back to your station.

If you only looked back for a moment, you would’ve seen Jisung gasping for air from laughter with an incredibly red faced Seungmin blanking out as he held a serious staring contest with his muffin.

You could only hope that cheered him up a bit.

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[kentopedia]

Can you drop some long series recs (any fandom!)?! I haven't had any come across my dash >.< Would love to read some!

omg of course!! I HAVE SO SO MANY RECS! a lot of the ones i've seen recently are ongoing, but i hope you give them a go & keep watching for updates <3 i have read quite a variety, so hopefully there's something for you tehe. some of them i haven't read yet, but have been on my list bc i enjoy their other works :) so i recommend them to since i know the writers are amazing!!

to have and to hold by @fedyenkas (chuuya, ongoing) - i just started this one today & it's so so amazing so far !! chuuyas characterization in it is sooo yummy. i haven't read a hybrid series before, so it's super unique to see how that fits into the bsd universe.

noble blood by @forest-hashira (satoru & suguru, ongoing) - i haven't read this one yet, but both of fallon's entries for my collab were incredible, so i can only imagine this is too! plus, the premise is SO insane, it's about dragon riders, and there's an entire sheet with all lore that they've created !! i can see how much love and care was put into this one, so i can't wait to check it out !!

oh, baby! by @tetsuskei (kuroo, ongoing) - i have yet to read the first part (everyone throw tomatoes at me) but risu posted some parts on her old blog & i read it there! it's so so sweet!! i looove all her writing, and dad!kuroo is just the cutest thing EVER.

waterloo by @fyorina (dazai, ongoing) - i haven't read this one yet either but i am SO SO incredibly excited to get to it. this one is going to be long, so it might be what you're looking for !! the first two parts are out already, and there's a posting schedule if you want to know when they're coming out :)

bulletproof love by @staryukis (gojo, ongoing) - i've really enjoyed this one so far and logan's writing is so captivating <3 it feels just like missing scenes from in between the canon jjk storyline. logan also has a mini zombie apocalypse series i've been excited to read after reading the other series !! it's dying (for your love).

regrets by @/kingkonoha (levi, complete) is so good !! i still need to finish it, but the concept is super cool & the reader is the antagonist so it's a really interesting spin on levi's actions in the canon universe.

tidal temptations by @fyodorloveclub (fyodor, ongoing) - i have also yet to read this one (cries myself to sleep my tbr is never ending), but everything flora writes is incredible, so i have no doubt this one is too. it's a merman fyodor fic, which is such a cool concept i'm so excited to see where it goes !!!

hell within reach by @/ddarker-dreams (chrollo, complete) - omg. ok i read this one like 2 years ago LOL, but it's finished and its about 80k long, and it's so good <3 i used to be an insane chrollo girlie & this is one of my favorite fics about him.

lover's delight by @lovelyluc (diluc, ongoing) - i don't even play genshin or know anything about it HSHFSDFH but this one is so sweet <3 you can really see how much awea loves diluc in this series, which is my favorite thing about reading fics, and it has so many of my favorite tropes !!

geheinisse by @honeybleed (jean & reiner, ongoing) - only the first part of this is out but it's SO INCREDIBLE. there's so much drama already, and nara does such a great job of setting the scene while getting you hooked immediately. nara also has a two part reiner fic (the first part is decades) that's completed and over 10k words that i'll never forget! her characterization of reiner is so yummy.

if it wasn't for him (would you have me) by @gojoath (yuuta, ongoing) - cella's the ceo of yandere yuuta, so if you're into him, i can't think of anyone else to recommend !!! cella wrote another yuuta series that i think is completed, so there are lots of amazing things to read on her blog <3

@osaemu has a streamer!gojo series that are all in the same universe & connect! they're so funny & everything sabs writes is amazing, so i encourage you to check out her work if you haven't

the lakehouse by @tetzoro (kuroo, ongoing) - rahhh i'm the worst bc i still haven't read this but aims is one of my favorite writers on here, so trust me it's amazing. this was written for october, so if you're missing autumn rn def read this one! aims also has another kuroo series coming soon <3

i know i left some people out, so if you're ever in need of any other recs, pls lmk tehe. and if you're a mootie of mine but have a series i didn't include, send it my way <3 but hopefully all these amazing ones will get you started!

[anton-luvr]

Could u do a fic where the reader and Anton are best friends and have a sleepover. By the time they go to sleep it starts to storm and she’s scared of thunder so she asks Anton to sleep with her in bed instead of him sleeping on the couch. So like Anton holding reader and kind of cuddling to calm her down. Reader realizing she likes Anton more than just as a best friend so she kisses and him and he gets all shy but likes it because he likes her too and just kekdowodos really fluffy and cute 🥹💕 Thank you in advance I love your work!!☺️🫶🏻

# MY FAVORITE LOSER.

𖦹 bf!anton x fem!reader | fluff | best friends to lovers au 𖦹 note ; mwah tysm anon i love you,, also this is ADORABLE... thank u for requesting i hope u like it!! + reqs are closed !

Fun fact: you were terrible at Mario Kart.

Nintendo music accompanied by Anton's laughter echoes across your apartment as he wins the game again, grinning proudly.

"I told you, Princess Peach always wins." he boasts, waving the controller happily.

You scoff, folding his arms. "Hey, Yoshi can win too! Just you wait, I'll win you in the next round." you reason.

But just like the past five games, you don't.

"Just admit I'm better, hm?" Anton suggests, smiling.

You roll your eyes jokingly at how proud your best friend is, gently shoving him.

"Okay, let's not play anymore." you say, exiting the game and setting the controller aside. "How's life?"

Anton's eyes light up at the question, and he quickly sets the controller aside too.

He loved talking to you.

Whether it was a deep conversation about personal struggles or a stupid discussion about the validity of soap (don't ask), Anton knew you would always listen.

Your conversation goes on to the late hours of midnight, with Anton telling you about his upcoming vacation to Korea and you telling him about the random fight you witnessed at your lecture the other day.

By the time he's done talking about the cute cafe he passed by yesterday, it was already past two in the morning.

"And they have really cute cups too! We should go there someday." he says, stifling a yawn.

You nod, eyes drooping shut. "I think we should sleep." you mumble, stretching with a groan. "I only slept for four hours yesterday."

Anton gasps at this, dramatically shaking you by the shoulders. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? You should go to sleep, right now." he scolds.

Chuckling, you get up from the sofa with both of your hands up in the air. "Okay, fine! I'll go to sleep now."

Anton hums at this, pushing you towards your room. "We can talk more tomorrow," he says. "You look like a zombie right now."

He runs away too fast for you to hit him for the insult, giggling as he retreats to the living room. "Goodnight!" he calls out, waving cheekily at you.

"Goodnight!" you call back as you close your bedroom door.

Flopping onto your bed, you let out a happy sigh.

It was nights like these with Anton that made life feel worth living. You're still smiling contentedly to yourself as you get comfortable under the covers, drifting off to dreamland.

Until the roaring sound of thunder snaps you right out of it.

Each flash of light shining through your room made you flinch, the angry raindrops pelting against your windows making panic rise in your chest.

Scrambling out of bed, you run into the living room, almost tripping over your own feet in the process.

"Anton." you whisper nervously, tugging at his hand. "Anton, wake up."

The sleepy boy wakes up in a jolt, frowning in confusion. "H-Huh?" he mumbles, sitting up slowly. "What's wrong?"

"Can you sleep with me? I'm scared." you rambled, gasping in short and nervous breaths.

Even though Anton was half-awake, he immediately agrees.

He stumbles his way into your room and gets under your covers, making sure to pull it over you too.

"Are you okay?" he asks softly, voice groggy.

His heart breaks when you shake your head no, eyes filling up with tears.

"Don't cry, it's okay." he says, hugging you. "Just... think of it as the sky farting. That's what I used to tell my brother."

Even though you were almost scared out of your wits, you couldn't help but let out a little snort of laughter.

"Wow, that helps a lot." you deadpan, snuggling closer into his arms.

"I know right?" he giggles, rubbing your back gently.

But it actually does.

The fury of Mother Nature didn't seem so scary anymore at Anton's joke and in the security of his warm embrace.

You realize a lot of things aren't that scary anymore whenever you're with Anton.

Despite the both of you being rather shy and reserved people, he somehow always brought out the best in you.

Just his presence alone gave you confidence and security, knowing that there was always someone there who loved and supported you unconditionally.

From him cheering you on for your nerve-wracking first day of college to him helping you tell the waitress she got your order wrong at the local diner, he had always been there for you.

And even with him being half-awake, he still looked gorgeous.

His eyes sparkled with a love for the world brighter than the stars, the soft smile he flashed you warming your heart up in a way no one else could.

"Thank you." you whisper, looking up at the curly haired boy. Without another word, you kiss him on the cheek.

Anton feels like the world stops when you do so.

All the blood in his body rushes up to his head, the tips of his ears turning as red as apples while he blinks rapidly.

"W-What was that for?" he stutters, avoiding your eye contact.

"For this," you say. "For everything, actually. I think I like you." you admit.

Anton thinks he just might pass out.

Millions of thoughts run through his mind, but he says what he's been wanting to say for a long time.

"Well, what if I told you I liked you too?" he mumbles, finally meeting your eyes.

"You're joking." you mutter, even though you were praying that he wasn't.

"No, I'm not." Anton starts, turning so he could face you better.

"There's no one else I like to spend time with as much as I do with you." he confesses, gently tucking a piece of hair behind your ears.

"You're the only one that makes me feel this way, no matter what you do. Even if it's just you losing in Mario Kart for two hours straight."

You open your mouth to argue, but Anton puts a quick end to it when he kisses you, this time on your lips.

"You're my favorite loser." he whispers. "Can you be my loser forever?"

Nodding, you can't help but smile at how corny your best friend - no, your boyfriend - could be.

"I'll be yours forever."

© anton-luvr, 2023.

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Lost and Found ♧| 1.

Leon S. Kennedy x reader (ft. Ashley <3)

A/N: Hi! You have seen correctly, this is part one to my first multi part fic! I don't know how many there will be. I was planning on just two but who knows 👀 part two is already in the works! Enjoy!

~Fi 🪻

Warnings: Lots of swearing bc reader is pissed lmao, canon typical violence, one use of Y/N (I couldn't make it work any other way, I tried)

Word count: 2.5k

Part 1 ♧ Part 2 ♧ Part 3 ♧

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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This has been horrible. Terrible. Catastrophical. A fucking shit show. Whatever you want to call it. The fucking day you've had so far. It started like a normal work day for you, although your normal work day wasn't very normal to other people. You'd been tasked to eliminate a group of dangerous cultists who were running amok in Spain. You didn't actually know where you were, your higher-ups had just dropped you off in the middle of nowhere and left you to figure this out on your own. Which, normally, wasn't a problem for you but normally you wouldn't have been chased by these fucking things.

This Village was dead. At least that's what you thought when you were passing through to get to the actual root of your mission. And suddenly these people or whatever the fuck they were, started crowding you. And fuck, there were so many of them. They just kept coming. Bullet after Bullet after Bullet and some of them were still standing.

And that is how you ended up right here. Sweaty, dirty, covered in blood, thankfully most of it wasn't your own, and almost all out of ammo. You cursed your boss and everyone else in that fucking office. "I'll fucking wring their necks..." you gritted through your teeth, trying to bandage the slash on your forearm.

Some old lady had come at you with a machete and unfortunately you weren't fast enough to put her back in hell so you took the hit. At least you were safe for now. You had taken shelter in an old, rundown barn. Grunting, you pulled the knot on your bandage tight and rested your elbows on your knees. Letting out a frustrated sigh you leaned your head against the old, wooden wall and closed your eyes. You'd just managed to barricade the door with something before a horde of those psychos could get in, and to you.

You checked the mag of your gun. Five bullets. You really hoped the universe was on your side today because otherwise you'd be dead before the day is done. Cocking your gun, you held it in a firm grip. They were screaming and pounding against the unstable barn with whatever they could find. Scythes, machetes, pitchforks. Some were carelessly waving around lit torches. You were starting to lose hope. The searing pain in your arm only getting worse, and there was no way in hell you were getting out of here with just five bullets left. Ready to accept your fate, you slightly loosened the grip on your gun.

Suddenly, The door burst open and someone stormed in, slamming the door shut behind them. The second they had entered you were on one knee, both hands tightly grasping your gun and pointing it at the intruder. The man was breathing heavily, and not seeming to have noticed you just yet. He also seemed pretty normal to you, meaning he wasn't a goddamn zombie. When he spotted you in his peripheral, he immediately pulled his gun, pointing it straight at you. You looked him in the face and- wait, was that-

"Leon?!" You yelled in disbelief, Lowering your gun. "Y/N?" He stared at you with a confused expression. Relief and hope washed over you and your stance softened, shoulders dropping. You had meet him in the police academy and you two became inseparable, he was your best friend. Until the racoon city incident, that is. You never thought you'd see him again. Hell, you didn't even know he was alive until now.

"Oh thank god" you breathed, rushing over to embrace him. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him so tightly as if he could vanish any second. Leon relaxed in your grip and snaked his hands around you. He pulled away, staring at you. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He questioned, still in shock at your meeting.  "Work. What about you, Officer Kennedy? Or should I say Agent," You teased, pulling away from the hug. A smile tugged at his lips at your teasing.

How he'd missed you. He'd missed your laugh, your eyes, the way you managed to be so kind and caring yet one of the strongest and most resilient people he knew. A part of him was missing without you. You filled the void left by everyone else who had left or disappointed him. Racoon city fucked him over in so many ways and he finally had you back.

You'd slipped from his grasp in the mere blink of an eye back then. Leon wanted, needed, to go back and get you, but they restrained him, holding him with all their strength. 'she's not worth it' they said. But you were so worth it to him, more than you would ever know. All he could do was watch as the burning building you were still in collapsed and buried everything in it in ruble and dirt, leaving you alone in the sea of gone-crazy residents.

He didn't believe you were dead for one second. You were too stubborn and resilient to get taken down by a couple of undead bastards. At least that's what he told himself. He didn't want to believe you were dead. You couldn't be.

"Me too. Those cult assholes took President Graham's daughter," he breathed out, still a little overwhelmed from finding you here and those things still trying to break the door down. Your eyes widened in shock. "Shit. So.. um.. when did you decide to become an agent for the government?" You asked casually. It's not like there were literal zombies trying to burn your shelter to the ground. You were surprised at yourself for not losing your absolute shit right now. Leon just has such a stable and calm aura about him. Ironic, isn't it? He slightly shrugged his shoulders. "Figured it was the right path to go down." He responded. You nodded in acknowledgment and crossed your arms across your chest. It was followed by a somewhat awkward silence, both of you just looking around the barn, avoiding eye contact.

His eyes panned down to your wrapped arm, blood seeping through the bandage. "Shit. Are you okay? What happened?" He asked concerned, gently taking your arm and examining it. "Some old lady with a machete. She got me while I was reloading" You sighed, hissing slightly when Leon brushed his fingertips over your forearm. He mummbled out a quick apology before reaching for a roll of fresh bandages that was stashed in the many pockets on his pants. "How's the pain?" He questioned softly. You thought for a second before answering. "You ever got hit with a machete? Kinda like that" Leon shook his head at you, but you caught the small smiling that cracked on his face.

"I have some first aid spray. That'll help with the pain" he said, shaking the white can before applying it generously to your wound. Your shoulders slacked in relief, the numbing agents in the spray easing your pain. You sighed, the burning in your skin fading. "There we go," Leon mumbled, finishing the fresh bandage on your arm. It was neat and so much better than what you had done in a hurry. "Thank you. I really fucking missed you.." you whispered, not wanting his touch to fade. "Missed you too.." he responded, taking both of your hands in his and giving them a reassuring squeeze. You were broken out of your moment with Leon by the loud noise of wood splitting. Your heads snapped towards the barn door where wood chips were flying. One of the locals had found an axe and was hacking away at the door. Leon immediately readied his gun and mercilessly shot at the arm that was reaching in through the hole in the door.

"D'you have some more ammo? I'm all out" You asked loudly, so he'd hear you over the shots he fired. You had your hand on your knife. You were slicing your way out of this if you had to. One thing was clear; you weren't going down without a fight. Without losing focus, he grabbed a pack of handgun ammo from his belt and tossed it your way. Catching it, you reloaded your gun and adjusted your grip to pump these fuckers full of lead. You positioned yourself next to Leon. "What's the plan?" You questioned, raising your weapon. He gave you a quick glance. "Don't die." He answered as he kicked the door open.

You had rescued Ashley from the church and thought that was it. The chopper would be here any minute to fly all of you out of this shithole and you could catch up with Leon over a few too many drinks. You longed to talk to him again, like you used to. At a bar, getting shitfaced, talking about whatever crap came to mind. Annoying colleagues, taxes, funny patrol stories. Let someone else handle the cult shit, you know? You were already pissed at them for not briefing you enough or failing to mention the zombies involved and basically leaving you for dead. But no. The weather was too bad, they said. You'll have to make it there until it clears up, they said. Fuck all of them.

Wandering around this really weird part of Spain with Leon and Ashley was what brought you here. In a Castle. And boy do you had to fucking fight to even get in. But here you were, looking around the grand marble hall, intricately decorated with swirls, all sorts of patterns and statues of half naked women. A big crystalline chandelier hung from the ceiling and artfully crafted sconces adorned the walls.

You quickly scanned the room and spotted a small chest hidden away in a dark nook. "Treasure!" You whispered to yourself, rubbing your hands together excitedly as you made your way to the prize. "Really?" Leon asked, slightly annoyed. "What? I love shiny things. I'm a simple gal, Leon. Don't you know that diamonds are a girl's best friend?" You smirked at him. He just rolled his eyes at you with a small smile. "So you haven't changed, huh?" He questioned with a sly grin on his face. "Nope" you responded with a quick glance and a smirk. "Good.." he whispered to himself.

Leon continued to look around, making sure there was no one around. Ashley giggled at your teasing and went over to you to check out any potential shinies you'd find. Prying open the small chest you were rewarded for the first time today. "Jackpot!" you whispered to yourself. "Oooooh I wanna see!" Ashley urged, pulling the box closer to her. The chest was small but if was still filled to the brim with golden jewelry, chalices and small sculptures.

"I call dips on the crown!" You beamed, taking the golden headpiece and quickly storing it away. That peeked Leon's interest. "What the hell do you need a crown for?" He questioned, puzzled. "To wear, duh" you rolled your eyes at him. Who doesn't need a crown?

"Look at this necklace! It's gorgeous" Ashley exclaimed, shoving it in your face. Your eyes widened at the ornate necklace. It really was gorgeous. Who ever lived here had to be loaded. Leon just shook his head at the two of you. First zombies and now he was stuck with two magpies.

That's where the fun ended and a plethora of things happened and everything went to shit. again. The three of you had wandered into some kind of Throne room and we're welcomed by this tiny man. What was his name again? Ronald? Rowan? Eh, something like that. You were caught off guard by his whole being and couldn't stiffle the laugh that escaped your lips, which earned you an elbow to the ribs from Leon and a panicked look from Ashley. Let's just say Mr. Tiny man didn't appreciate your gesture. Now you were here, in a dark cellar, chained to the wall with Leon by your side. They had taken Ashley away to some Saddler guy.

"You really couldn't have saved that laugh for later?" Leon asked, frustrated. You eyed him. "I was thrown off by him, okay! I didn't expect this grandiose Castle to belong to a 65 year old in a kids' body with a dusty wig! Don't tell me you didn't find his act at least a little funny." You answered defensively. Yes, the fact that you laughed at him had greatly inconvenienced the two of you, but the look on his face made it kind of worth it. "I didn't say that-"

"I knew it! You haven't changed, Leon." you smiled at him teasingly. Leon shook his head at you but couldn't hide the smile that made its way onto his face.

Eventually, Leon broke both of you out and you went to get Ashley back. Which you did. Only for her to be taken again 5 minutes later. You got her back. She got taken. Again. That went on for a while. It was infuriating how they treated her like property. The poor girl was scared out of her mind and they were dragging her around like some kind of doll.  It was starting to annoy you, that they kept taking her that is. Leon shared your feelings on the matter. Eventually, you did manage to keep her from being taken. Then, you fought Tiny man which was way harder and grosser than expected.

You also got trapped in a research facility with some extremely jiggly dudes, met a Spanish guy named Luis, who kept popping up in random places on your journey and you were almost minced  to death by some guy named Krauser. There was also a chick named Ada that showed up briefly but all she did was flirt with Leon? That's not the entire truth, she did help you out but something was just off.

Her whole presence annoyed the living crap out of you, not to mention she made you sit in the backseat when she was taking both of you to a weird Island. You weren't a child anymore, yes, there were only two seats in the front but that's not the point-  the point was how a feeling of jealousy bubbled up in your stomach when she talked to Leon. How the way she looked at him made you want to rip your hair out.

Now you were sitting here, in the Helicopter, Ashley on one side, Leon on the other. You were holding both of their hands tightly. You didn't want to lose them again. "So.. that was shit.." you said quietly. "You said it" Leon added. "NEVER again" Ashley, spoke. You were so glad it was over and everyone was save. You were battered and bruised, filthy and injured but you had gotten your best friend back and won a new one. You leaned your head on Leon's shoulder and gave Ashleys hand a squeeze.

He maneuvered his head to look at you, giving you a small smile. "Drinks?" He asked with a smirk. "Drinks" you sighed with a smile. "What about you, Ash?" You asked, turning your head to look at her.  "I honestly just want to take a nap" she replied, giggling. You all broke out in some much needed laughter and urgingly waited to get home. When you were close to home, it dawned on you. You weren't alone anymore.

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Part two coming soon!~

[leonwifey]

hello! what do you think about re2 leon x reader who's a librarian in the rpd (idk if they ever had one but they have a library so why not). no virus outburst, no zombies and leon is just a rookie cop. maybe a short fic (or blurb or whatever) or hcs (my fav tbh) about them being all flushed in each other's presence and just so in love. like everyone in rdp teases leon about not being able to talk to the reader properly or reader needs some help carrying some books and stuff and everyone ignores her but leon, being such a puppy, is just so eager to help. like he would help her anytime and it's so sweet sorry if it's too much and thank you in advance! your works are absolutely stunning! (please let me know if you like it or not i'm just too nervous abt doing smth wrong)

˚୨୧ note — omg this was so adorable and i was so happy to get this request!! it's a bit short, i'm sorry.... but i did have fun doing this hehehe like i'm sure i'll write a drabble for this idea one day! once again, thank you!!!

Ah, the young rookie was very much smitten with you at the start. Leon was always finding some excuse to go to the library, taking on random little tasks just to see you. Of course, he’d be too shy to actually strike up a casual conversation with you. You were always busy with a book under your nose or upstairs checking up on shelves or working on searching up records. 

A busy bee you are, but he never minded. The boy was purely content with watching you dutifully at work.

He didn’t really think his little crush on you was that obvious until one day he walked into the office full of knowing smirks. “Did I miss something?” He asked, earning a couple giggles from his fellow lieutenants. When no one responded, Leon turned around and his eyes immediately spotted you. The very you who was kindly helping someone with checking paperwork.

Rubbing a hand behind his head, the boy was feeling sheepish. “You guys think… Think I’ve got a chance with her?” 

“Not a chance, Rookie.”  Marvin would chuckle, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’m kidding. Now get your ass to work.”

Whenever he’d catch you in the hallway, he’d always say some sort of simple greeting. You’d either tuck your hair back with a smile or offer a little a nod, trying to hide your blush behind the stack of books in your hold. 

“Need some help with those?” Leon would offer. “They sure look heavy… Plus, you can barely see.” 

Profusely declining, you’d say that you had everything under control. But as always, Leon never backs down when he thinks someone is in need. 

When this happened, you had a terrible time controlling the beat of your heart when his taller figure stepped in front of you. Watching with wide eyes, he took half of your stack and you were not a fool to miss the way his hand seemed to brush your own and linger for a moment.

Taking a part of your load off, Leon would flash you a shy grin. “There! I can actually see you now.”

After his little encounter with you, Leon would saunter back into the office, unable to wipe the love stricken grin off his face..

“Looks like the S in your name stands for smooth.” His colleagues quip.

The boy’s eyebrow quirks at the sight of the security cam footage of the hallway he was just in. 

“Aw man… you guys saw that?”

[babybirbb]

Just started watching suits recently and was wondering if you had any good fic recs, particularly AUs. The nature of the show really lends itself to Selkie fics imo but also I just love selkies

anon i need you to know that as soon as i saw your ask i immediately went scouring through the AU tag on ao3. i’m not gonna lie, i'm not usually an AU reader but i wanted to challenge myself to provide some recs as unbiasedly as possible.

at first observation, i noticed a lot of the AU fics were still in some way canon (divergent and adjacent)-- usually splitting off somewhere along the show or a situation where Mike or Harvey is still a lawyer, while the other was not. i will say i skipped over smut-based (omegaverse, bdsm) and lengthy fics (under 20k is nothing, anything more than 50k is pushing it for me) cause i just did not have the brainpower to even try to get through them :/

so of course the ones i ended up liking were mostly canon divergent/adjacent but i tried my best to get you something different. what i managed to dig up for you is under the cut and i really hope you like them anon (also fyi these are all pretty much marvey fics, hope that's okay!) <3 also thanks so much for the ask! i enjoyed this little scavenger hunt haha!

As the World Caves In by SupernaturalIdjit16 | Mature - Zombie Apocalypse, Warning for the usual triggers that come with zombie apocalypse. It’s not a complete work but it literally got updated today!

Here at the end of all things by tattooedsiren | Explicit - Apocalypse, Hurt/Comfort, Mike and Harvey protecting each other, Mike does shoot someone and goes a bit into the psychological aftermath, light smut towards the end

The Haunting of Penthouse B by Skara_Brae | Teen+ - Supernatural Elements, Happy ending, Mike’s a ghost…or is he?

Meet Me at Midnight by butdaddyilovehim | Teen+ - Superheroes/Superpowers, Protective Harvey, he's also Batman…need i say more?

Complications by LearnedFoot | Teen+ - Canon divergence, Fake/pretend relationship, Harvey decides not to hire Mike, instead asks for his help to spite Jessica, of course they end up falling in love

The Touch by FrivolousSuits | Teen+ - Magic, Angst, Soulmate inspired, it’s also from Donna’s pov which was super fun and interesting, as was the nature of the magic

TBR list:

Wear My Name by Lunarflare14 (Teen+) and whatever the question by tattooedsiren (Explicit) - These are both Fake/Pretend relationship AUs based/inspired by The Proposal movie! (a very good movie imo)

The Game by FrivolousSuits | Teen+ - It’s a Hunger Games AU so i am intrigued, just haven't gotten around to reading it yet

Ocean Dream by Blue_Five | Mature - i apologize for being unable to provide you with a selkie fic so the best i could do was the incomplete merperson au... i hope it's enjoyable...😅

[greyspirehollow]

MURDER AT THE HOSPITAL Chapter 3

Warnings : discussion of an on-going case ; allusions to medication ; possible signs of depression ;I might’ve not listed them all, I feel like this chapter is lighter than the others

I would rate this chapter and the overall fic 16 +

Liam woke up around 10 AM Sunday. He groaned and rubbed his face, reaching for his phone on the night stand, checking for any notifications. No messages… He shouldn’t be surprised. He looked at his agenda. “oh yeah, right… The lab results” he mumbled, his voice hoarse with sleep. He rolled onto his back with a heavy sigh. Why was it so hard to get out of bed on Sundays…? It’s not like his mattress was overwhelmingly cozy. He took a moment to just lay there, and enjoy the feeling of the covers against himself, of the pillow under his head, of the gentle sound of the rain on his window and closed blinds, and the distant sound of cars passing by. Oh sweet, it was raining ! He smiled slightly and sat up in bed. Despite his lack of motivation, the weather was a bit of an encouragement. He always loved the rain… Sure, it was nicer in more rural areas, but rain is rain, and rain is nice. He stretched, and got up from the bed, yawning. He walked over the chair in the corner of his small bedroom, looking through the clothes carelessly discarded onto it and picking what he’d put on after breakfast. He then walked lazily towards the kitchen, opening the cabinets. Oh, he didn’t have any cookies left… He groaned and decided to make himself a simple hot chocolate. He grabbed his mug and got to the task.

All the blinds were almost fully closed, leaving the tiny apartment in a dull grey-ish morning light. Liam leaned back against the sink as he drank his hot chocolate. He let his gaze wander over what he called his place ; the bed sheets were messy, and the clothes onto the chair next to it didn’t help. There were no decorations, and the walls were a depressing blank white. He remembered he’d actually taken off the decorations, he’d come to dislike them after a while. The door to the bathroom was open ; the blue tiles made the inside look like a generic stock image and the shower’s glass door could use a good wipe, the thin layer of dried limestone residue from the water clinging to the transparent material like fungus. Near his closet in the bedroom was a desk, filled to the brim with endless papers : research, prescriptions, taxes, rent… He then spotted the familiar orange bottle of medication onto his night stand. It was almost the only touch of color amidst all thhis. The irony… There wasn’t much else to look at… It was a very small apartment after all. It was bland. A bit messy. This wasn’t a home. This was just… A place. His place.

He sighed as he finished his hot chocolate, a heavy feeling in his chest, and got ready to head out to the lab, grabbing his wallet, keys, and pack of cigarettes.

It was around 2 PM when Liam headed towards the central-city’s gym. He’d sent a text to Vulgora about the results and they’d just asked him to go meet them there. He looked up at the building’s facade, then stepped in. He immediately felt a little self-conscious as he saw all those muscular people go about their workout routine. He felt his cheeks flush and a sad feeling tugging at his heartstrings – he’d never had the courage to start working out himself, and it was something he was… Ashamed of. He shook his head and focused on finding Vulgora, file tucked under his arm and hands in the pocket of his black hoodie.

He wandered towards the treadmills, but not finding them there he turned around and spotted them at the other side of the gym, towards the weights. He steeled himself and walked over there.

Vulgora didn’t hear him approach, their bluetooth earbuds blasting Rob Zombie into their eardrums as they focused on the weight at their feet which they were about to lift yet again. A thin layer of sweat coated their forehead, making a few strands of hair stick to it. They furrowed their brows, while Liam watched wide-eyed as they leaned down, picked up and lifted the bar with little to no struggle, their muscles flexing with practiced ease. ‘How much is that…?’ wondered Liam. Vulgora held the weights up for a good fifteen seconds before letting it drop back down on the floor with a loud THUD, a heavy sigh and a grunt. They shook their hands slightly, re-adjusting their gloves when they finally spotted Liam. He watched the other man and the way his jaw hung slack. “what?” they asked impatiently, removing their earbuds.

Liam tried to gather his thoughts, blinking a few times and remembering why he was there in the first place. “Uhm… here-” he held up the folder. “I’ve got the lab results.” he said, as Vulgora nodded before talking a gulp of water out of their bottle. They grabbed a towel which they carelessly threw over their shoulder before gathering their stuff back in their sport backpack. Liam couldn’t help but ask…

“How much was that?”

“170.” Vulgora responded nonchalantly. Liam raised an eyebrow, slightly confused.

“Pounds?”

“Kilograms.”

The man felt as if his eyes were going to pop out of his sockets, but he was not prepared for what they said next. They grinned as they added : “And I’m a little rusty. I went up to 215 once.”

The air was positively knocked out of Liam’s lungs, which earned a prideful chuckle out of the red-haired police officer. “Come on ! We’ll go sit at the Rowdy Raven and you can tell me all about it.” they said, before walking towards the exit, Liam after them.

As they sat down at a table in a more secluded corner, and both ordered themselves a drink. As Vulgora flipped through the file, Liam lit himself a cigarette, waiting until they were done looking over it all. Their brows were furrowed as they focused, while Liam’s eyes wandered over the pictures from where he sat. A strange numbness overcame his mind – he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He was familiar with corpses, sure. But it was rare to stumble upon such a peculiar specimen… woah woah woah not the time to think like that Liam, someone died. He cleared his throat, awkwardly shifting in his seat and looking away, drawing a puff out of his cigarette. He looked up at the TV broadcasting the news, and focused on the headline : “Worrisome disappearances in South End” ; but before he could listen to any of the reports, Vulgora spoke up.

“That body was in Eltowen forest? That’s out the city…” they mused aloud. Liam nodded, his mind going back to the crime scene.

“It was dug up two days before we found it. Like I had suspected it was in a humid area, but it rains quite often around Eltowen so I’m not so surprised.”

Vulgora nodded slowly, their eyes going over the report. “Death by strangulation… And traces of stab wounds?”

Liam nodded, then commented “It’s possible Rick tried to defend himself and knocked the weapon out of the murderer’s hands, who then had to resort to strangling him. But it can also be the opposite, maybe they stabbed first and finished him by strangulation. I don’t know why they would, though.”

The way Liam was so nonchalant about this made them scrunch their nose slightly. But well, in his line of work, they could guess he had to separate himself from all this to not let the atrocities get to his head… They decided to shift the subject, if only a tiny bit.

“What about Rick himself? Do we know anything about him?”

Liam tapped some ash from his cigarette into the ash tray on the table while answering : “He lived in the Heart Disrtrict, around Red Street in a small average neighborhood. He worked at the concrete factory, uhm- I think it’s called Tower? And he has a wife and a single kid, a toddler.”

Vulgora nodded, their lips pursed in thought “So… A normal, respectable member of society…? Dammit, that doesn’t help much.” they sighed “We’ll have to interrogate the wife.” They weren’t too thrilled by the idea.

Liam nodded and added : “The wife, the friends, the coworkers, the superiors… We’ll have to see what kind of path he took every day to go to work, too.” Vulgora had to hold back a groan, already bored by the mere idea of doing all that. Liam continued, smiling slightly. “Then if we find anything we’ll have to get a warrant, and then try and search people’s homes, and-”

“uuuUUUGHHH-” Vulgora groaned as they leaned their head back against the wall, earning a chuckle out of the man sitting across them.

It was around 4 PM when Liam and Vulgora finished discussing the investigation, and although the scientist had tried to make conversation through a bit of small talk, Vulgora seemed unusually closed off about their life at the moment. They’d left a little more pissed off than usual after downing their whiskey. He walked back towards his apartment complex. It was only a few minutes away, after all. He climbed the stairs, the sounds of his steps bouncing off the near walls until he reached the second floor, and opened the apartment’s door with his keys. It was exactly as he left it.

He sighed and went to wash his hands and face, then changed into something more comfortable. He walked over the window and opened it, leaning on the edge and lighting himself another cigarette, while looking at the rows of buildings and the sky above. The sun was already low, just touching the top of the buildings, another reminder that winter was coming closer each day that passed. He got lost in thoughts for a little longer when he was pulled out of his daze by his phone vibrating on the nightstand. Curious, he went over there and picked it up, expecting a text from Julian. He didn’t look at the screen before he was back on his spot at the window. His brows furrowed when he saw the message was from an unsaved number…

Liam stared wide eyed at his screen as the conversation with the neurosurgeon ended. His fingers were burning with the need to talk more, to send them all the lab results that had come in today, to voice all his thoughts and freshly formed theories about the case… He sighed, drawing a puff of his cigarette, trying to clear his head. But he couldn’t help but wonder why the doctor was so interested in the investigation – besides, they were the top suspect… Did they have something to do with that murder? Were they toying with him? He bit down on his lip, the gears in his head churning. He let out a heavy sigh as he left the window, and plopped back down on his bed. At least, this was a welcome distraction from the monotony of his routine...

Author's note : I'M SORRY THIS EPISODE IS SO RUSHED waaah - I just struggle a little with the story's progression,, I don't want to go TOO fast but at the same time I wanna write the SERIOUS STUFF ARGH

Feedback is always greatly appreciated !!

[voxofthevoid]

I present thee with Role Reversal Fem!Goyuu Wednesday #4.

I'm currently 37k into this and working on Chapter 6. The final chapter count is still projected to be 8, and if I don't end up splitting the next chapter, this will remain the case. This will be a novel-length fic all the same. I need to write a couple of oneshots after this just for the hell of writing something short.

Click forth to see Satoru finally getting to put her mouth and other assorted body parts on her teacher 🦵

Yuuji’s naked.

She’s lying on her bed, arms folded under her head and over her stomach, legs drawn up and spread wide, and she’s naked, everywhere.

“Satoru-chan,” she says, with a lazy tilt of her head toward Satoru, “I was starting to think you’d never come out.”

“H-ah,” Satoru says intelligently.

Yuuji’s amused expression shifts into concern. “You alright?”

“You’re naked,” Satoru chokes out.

Understanding dawns on Yuuji’s face. “Ah. Yes. I am. Are you shy again?”

Shy? Satoru’s about to combust.

She stumbles forward like a zombie—a very thirsty zombie. Yuuji watches her with a slowly growing smile, its bigger mirror image cutting across her stomach, and the flash of teeth on both sets of mouths is too sharp to not be concerning, but that only pulls Satoru in even harder, till she’s climbing onto the bed like a woman possessed.

A foot stops her before she can touch Yuuji, pressing against her chest. The toes settle snugly between her tits.

Satoru looks down at them, blinking.

They wriggle.

“Where are you going?” Yuuji asks lightly.

“You?”

The foot curves, black nails turning into gleaming claws turning into threatening pricks on Satoru’s skin. She freezes, smothering the instinctive urge to use Limitless. Yuuji hasn’t broken skin, yet. She could, easily.

Satoru’s more focused on how big it feels between her tits.

“You should know by now to ask permission first.”

“Please,” Satoru gasps immediately, the easiest she’s ever begged. “Please, sensei, let me—”

Yuuji looks surprised. And she doesn’t take her foot away, but there’s a huskiness to her voice when she speaks: “What do you want, Satoru-chan?”

Everything.

Fuck, she wants everything.

Yuuji looks—

Yuuji is—

Satoru can see her cunt.

“Mouth,” Satoru gasps, half the words still stuck somewhere in her windpipe, and then they stumble out, quick and clumsy— “You, my mouth, Yuuji—”

Yuuji makes a low noise, too hungry to be teasing. She’s still smiling, still fond, but there’s something about it that bites into Satoru, everywhere

“So cute,” Yuuji says. “But I shouldn’t.”

“Sensei—”

“Ssh,” Yuuji chides. “I’m not done. I shouldn’t—I’m meant to punish you, not reward you.”

“You can punish me after,” Satoru says immediately. “I swear, Yuuji, you can do anything, I’ll let you, just please—”

“Let me,” Yuuji echoes. Her foot slides up, claws very gently scraping Satoru’s skin to rest against the hollow of her throat. “You’re my best and worst student, Satoru-chan, and this is why.”

Satoru swallows a noise, part frustration and part sheer fucking need.

She knows what Yuuji means, and it’s burning her, the implication that Yuuji would just do what she wants no matter what Satoru says—the knowledge that she can, that night at the school and every touched since provoked testament to how thoroughly this woman can overpower Satoru. And Satoru hasn’t really fought, not yet, not in the ways that matter, but if she did and Yuuji took her anyway—

It’s some skewed sense of self-defense that has Satoru reaching down and grabbing her own tits, squeezing them around Yuuji’s foot.

Yuuji makes a startled noise, something in the shape of Satoru’s name.

And this isn’t really something ever thought she’d do, even with her fantasies covering nearly every damn inch of Yuuji, but now, with the shape of Yuuji’s foot burning against her ribs and cushioned between her breasts, Satoru finds herself breathless and warm and very, very into it.

She leans forward, pushing her tits even closer together with Yuuji’s foot still between them. The robe slips off her left shoulder.

The look on Yuuji’s face tells her everything about what she looks like right now.

“Sensei,” Satoru breathes, squeezing her tits around the foot and rubbing against it a little, “let me, please.”

Yuuji swallows audibly and tips her head back, but her eyes stay on Satoru, heated brown and red peering at her through narrow slits.

“Spoiled,” Yuuji declares, with a laugh that doesn’t sound all that amused. “Alright then. Use your pretty mouth, Satoru-chan.”

Satoru surges forward, abandoning Yuuji’s foot in a frenzy that has those sharpened nails raking against her breast and clavicle, and Yuuji apologizes, of course she does, but it’s barely out before Satoru’s swallowing it from her mouth, collapsing on Yuuji to press their bodies together from lips to hips, and Yuuji welcomes her kindly despite the way she was acting, a pair of hands cupping Satoru’s face while the other pair skim down her sides to rest on her hips, the pressure light but sinking into Satoru even through the robe. Her mouth opens hotly, and when Satoru licks inside, she tastes spearing mint—a far cry from Yuuji’s mouth tasted the last and only time they kissed, ripe with the heat of Satoru’s own cunt.

But it doesn’t really hide the taste underneath—warm flesh, through and through.

Satoru winds her arms around Yuuji’s neck, pressing closer and licking in deeper, and Yuuji makes an unidentifiable noise against her lips but resists nothing, and her parted lips and lazy tongue feels more indulgent than anything, but Satoru’s used by now to that specific flavor of this woman’s affection, and she takes it, greedy and needy, until her own mouth doesn’t taste like dinner or toothpaste but like Yuuji, a heat turned sweet.

She’s panting when she pulls back. A few strands of Yuuji’s hair cling to her for a moment before falling limply away to rest across Yuuji’s face.

They’re damp, just like the thick mane crushed against Satoru’s arms.

Satoru pouts. “You could’ve joined me.”

“I considered it,” Yuuji says frankly. “Figured it’d be counterproductive. But here we are anyway, hm?”

“Yeah,” Satoru says, getting her knees under her so she has better leverage to touch Yuuji—and god, there’s so much to touch. “So just join me next time. You can spank me over the damn toilet if that’s what you’re into.”

Yuuji barks a laugh. “Is that what you think I’ll do?”

“Don’t know, don’t care,” Satoru says absently, feeling up Yuuji’s thighs; they’re like rock. Her abs aren’t any less insane, even with the thin layer of soft fat covering them—a little pressure, and Satoru’s palms meet solid resistance. The lips of her belly mouth are soft, and they curve up against Satoru’s fingers when she touches them. “Eat me alive if you want.”

Yuuji’s whole chest rumbles with a noise that’s suspiciously like a purr. “Careful, Satoru-chan. I might take you up on that.”

“So?” Satoru arches a brow at her. “Do it. I ain’t a coward.”

Yuuji tilts her head, her smile growing crooked; her second mouth echoes it under Satoru’s palms. “One day. But weren’t you whining for something else right now?”

“I didn’t whine—mmph!”

Yuuji presses Satoru more firmly into her chest—into the pebbled swell of a breast, the nipple flush with Satoru’s mouth. Satoru moans, opening up to suck it inside, and Yuuji reacts with a soft sigh, her fist gentling in Satoru’s hair to pat her once and then just rest there, and Satoru wouldn’t have minded the guidance, but she sure as hell isn’t complaining about this, not when her whole body’s burning with the slightly delayed realization that her mouth is on Yuuji’s tits.

Satoru gropes blindly until her hand finds Yuuji’s other breast, her fingers sinking into the flesh there while she sucks on the one in her mouth, and it tastes like skin with a faint aftertaste of soap, but every breath Satoru remembers to inhale is thick with an intoxicating blend of blood and rot—something sweet about it, defying all logic the way Yuuji has from the start.

Satoru whines around her mouthful, desperate for things she can’t name.

Yuuji only strokes her hair, all the way from the crown of her head to where the tips of her hair brush her mid-back. The rest of her hands are also gentle and undemanding on Satoru, stroking and skimming over skin without even really groping.

It’s almost confusing.

Satoru pries her mouth off Yuuji’s nipple to bury her face in the cleavage, gripping Yuuji’s tits with both hands to push them against Satoru’s own face, and this, she knows, the warmth and the heat and the suffocating blend of sweat and worse, and she tries to make it good for Yuuji too, squeezing her tits and thumbing her nipples, half instinct and half the memory of how Yuuji touched Satoru, and she doesn’t really think it’s doing much for Yuuji, not with how sedately her chest rises and falls under Satoru, but her hand has curved against the back of Satoru’s head now, holding her there with tender pressure, and how the hell is Satoru meant to resist that?

She loses track of how long she stays like that, but when she rears back, heaving for air freer and fuller than the thin little pockets she dragged in with her face in Yuuji’s chest, Yuuji’s scent stays in her nose and her throat, flavoring the air she inhales like it’s sunk into the lining of her flesh.

“You smell like blood,” Satoru tells her, a questioning confession she’s been holding back for ages, “and rot.”

Yuuji tilts her head. “Does it bother you?”

“Are you kidding me? It makes me—” Satoru shuts her mouth in the nick of time, but the wetness between her legs grows a little like it wants Yuuji to know. “No, it doesn’t bother me. I’m just curious.”

Yuuji looks pretty curious herself, and Satoru knows damn well what about. But she doesn’t push, instead saying, “The state of the soul shows in the body. That’s all.”

“That…explains nothing,” Satoru says, unimpressed. “What, is your soul bleeding? And rotting?”

“Who knows.”

“Sensei. If you don’t wanna answer, just say that.”

“As if that’ll stop you.” Yuuji chuckles to herself, and she seems unbothered by everything from Satoru’s questions to her own ominous answers, but every single one of her hands is restless on Satoru, stroking bare skin and thick cotton, a few fingers even playing with her hair. “It’s not just my soul in here, Satoru-chan.”

“But you ate her.”

“I did,” Yuuji confirms, and there’s something vicious about her smile, even though it’s so small and toothless. “But souls are stronger than you think—and hard to digest. Sukuna’s not the kind to be easy, even in death. What’s left of her is festering. That kind of decay leaves a mark. There is no longer a boundary between where I begin and her corpse ends. So tell me again—does it bother you?”

[flightfoot]

ML Fanfic recs for 2023: 2K - 5K Words

So I’ve been going through and adding particularly good fics I’ve read throughout the year. Only Complete fics, of course. Enjoy!

An uncaffeinated Marinette makes for an easily misunderstood Marinette.

Luka’s a ghost. Naturally, he does some haunting. He didn’t expect to fall in love along the way.

Nathaniel keeps trying to confess his feelings to Ivan. Marc keeps trying to sabotage those attempts in order to confess his own feelings. Why does it seem like things never go right?

Cat Walker’s under orders to fight Ladybug. That doesn’t stop Adrien from helping his girlfriend.

Zoe and Kagami discuss the intricacies of relationships while being mildly inconvenienced by zombies.

Kagami awakens to find herself in a house with a zombie. This is less of a problem than you might think.

Sabine keeps having nightmares about Ladybug and Chat Noir killing Marinette. She has some basis to worry.

All this and more below the break!

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They fill you with the faults they had. And add some extra, just for you by @unecoccinellenoire 

The thing is, Adrien Agreste isn’t a sentimonster. That’s the problem.

It’s left ambiguous exactly what’s happening, but... instead of the characters who’re canonically sentis being controlled, it looks like another method’s been used to keep them under their parents thumb. Basically, that what we thought were the kids amoks’ were actually used to brainwash more generally. Which leads to some complicated ethical questions for Adrien, since he now holds the rings. Especially since he can now use the rings on others the way they were used on him. 

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what if we got married in the park by my house in the middle of the school year by @wooawi

Marinette comes up with an ingenious plan to take Adrien away from Gabriel's garbage parenting.

This was just fun. Of course Marinette’s immediate plan to get Adrien away from his garbage family is to make him part of her own. It’s hilarious and adorable and Adrien rocks the wedding dress!

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Slip of the Tongue (And Not Enough Caffiene) by That_WildChild

Marinette is tired. Marinette is also uncaffeinated. This is not a good combination.

A sleepy Marinette accidentally suggests that she shares her bed with Ladybug. At least she's protecting her identity?

Pure Crack.

Ah, sweet, sweet crack! I giggled during the story. Marinette is “fucking Ladybug” indeed. At least her classmates are supportive! 

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See This Chance by @19thsentry-blog

Luka died in 2016. Yep. Crushed by the Arc de Triumph when Mayura’s Robustus slammed into it. It was kind of a big deal, but once you’re dead, you’re dead—especially when there’s no Lucky Charm to bring you back.

Luka’s been dealing with it in the typical ways.

Written for FeLuka week 2023.

Yes, this is FeLuka. Not one of the typical ships I read, but I ain’t opposed to it, and this is a nice foray into the pairing. I love ghost AUs! Luka’s just fumbling around, unsure what to do with his incorporeal existence, until he starts haunting Felix. It’s an intriguing plot and I gotta admit, I wish it was longer so it could be fleshed out more, but what’s here is good.

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Confession Plans of Questionable Sanity by yellow14

Nathanael Kurtzberg has a confession to make. He's in love with his big classmate Ivan. With the help of Marc, Marinette, Adrien and Nino, he's going to confess, using increasingly complicated schemes.

Marc meanwhile, is busy coming up with even more complicated schemes to sabotage those schemes so he can confess HIS feelings for his redheaded friend.

Nothing could POSSIBLY go wrong with this, right?

Written for the March 2023 gift exchange on the Miraculous Fanworks Discord forum for CassieTheweirdWolf.

This fic’s just really funny. These kids love to make things waaaaay harder than they need to be. But hey, everything ends up working out in the end, even if it’s not the way they planned!

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at our wedding by @anna-scribbles

“Chloé,” Adrien said slowly, “At our wedding, are we gonna have to…”

“No!” Chloé shook her head firmly. “We don’t have to kiss. We can do whatever we want. It’s our wedding.”

“Oh, good,” Adrien sighed.

“You have to kiss at a wedding,” Félix argued.

“I don’t have to do anything and you’re not the boss of me!” Chloé shouted.

“Yeah!” Adrien grinned. He grabbed Chloé’s hand again. “Yeah, it’s our wedding.”

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Adrien and Chloé, wedding planning through the years.

Despite what the summary sounds like, this is NOT a Chloe/Adrien fic - this concentrates on their platonic relationship (and a bit with Felix, he shows up a few times) throughout the years. I especially liked seeing Chloe’s reaction to Adrien coming to school and making friends besides her, being jealous and feeling abandoned, and how she finally had a breakdown over Adrien somehow staying nice despite everything, while she... hasn’t. It’s a great character study!

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Showing Love by @generalluxun

After the fiasco of Queen Wasp is over, Marinette knows what she had to do. If she just brings Chloé and her mother together, all will be fixed. A mother's love is just the thing to turn Chloé around, and it all must really just be a misunderstanding right?

Nothing else makes sense.

Marinette's mistake was forgetting that life never has to make sense, but she's Ladybug, and when one path closes she finds another.

I love Marinette really comprehending how little Audrey cares about Chloe here, and taking Chloe home with her to show her what a family should be like, reaching out to her even after everything. It’s just really nice.

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the legend of the firefly by @agnes-writes

“She’s… beautiful.

If he were to describe her, he’d say that they bottled summer in her eyes, and painted the night sky in her hair. Her lips are curved into a wistful smile, eyes trailing the thicket of trees where Adrien stands.

Her gaze sets his heart stuttering in his chest as it softens, and Adrien almost believes that look is meant for him.”

OR: A pair of lovers create a romance that transcends time, and leaves a mark like no other.

This is an incredibly well-written folk tale, one that I highly recommend anyone who loves mythological, folktale, fantasy, etc AUs for Adrienette to read! It’s on the shorter side, but woven so perfectly that it packs an outsized punch, and feels like it belongs in one of those collections of folk tales and myths I read as a kid! 

Adrien’s a god, gifting prosperity to those under his protection, but never interacting with them... until a farm girl catches his eye.

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The Cat’s Out of the Purse by The_Rabbit42

Adrien just took the ring off to be safe.

Plagg just got bored and wanted to annoy Tikki.

Rose just opened her purse and SURPRISE!

Ladybug just wants to get the ring back to her partner.

This was a fun fic, never seen Rose and Plagg interact like this before! It’s a treat getting more Rose and Plagg focus in general of course, but I really like their relationship here. Plagg’s really good with his wielders in general, and I love how he emphasizes that while he needs to get back to Chat Noir, while Rose is transformed with him, she’s as much her own wielder as he is. It reminds me of how he acted with Zoe, Plagg’s just a treasure XD

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home is where the fight is by @rosie-b

Nadja Chamack’s voice greeted Adrien as he sat up straight, wiping his clammy hands on his pants and ignoring the black kwami floating by his shoulder.

“—shocked to see our heroine fall in battle today, taking a direct hit from the akuma just as she detransformed. Parisians are torn between blaming Hawk Moth and Cat Walker for their roles in this tragedy, which ultimately revealed the civilian identity of Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

Adrien turned off the TV and lowered his head as his vision blurred.

Written for Ladrien June Day 7: Injured

I adore this fic! Which shouldn’t be a a surprise, it’s no secret that I love Sentiadrien Enemies AU. Adrien’s so worried about Marinette getting hurt, and wishes that he could help keep her safer, could tell her what’s really going on or get rid of the ring or something, but he can’t. Still, he IS able to find clever ways around some of his father’s more problematic orders. Loopholes for the win!

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Attack of the Crystal Zombies by @trainsinanime

Kagami had spent more and more time hanging out with Zoé, talking about things like families, expectations and crushes on Marinette. It was only natural, probably, that she would help Zoé practice flirting. That was definitely a great idea.

Granted, the deadly Akuma battle around them was a bit of an issue…

Quality Zoegami fic here! I loved how Kagami kept thinking she was bad at flirting, but it was sure working on Zoe XD. The akuma attack going on around them, interweaving with their conversation, added a bit of spice to the whole affair!

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Closure by @bisexually-finger-guns

After the events of “Trust”, Alya tries to find closure.

I love this. A lot of the time, only the effects of Lila’s lies and manipulation on Marinette is explored, with the feelings of the people she tried to trick and use, with the Miracuclass and Alya in particular, ignored, downplayed, or even used to just rail at the kids for being gullible.

Not so here. Alya gets to go to a school counselor and talk about her feelings about Lila manipulating her, using her. Ladybug even gives her the Fox Miraculous to try a Burn-letter therapy technique on, telling an illusion of Lila everything she wants to say to her in order to get some closure. 

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Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite! by 55Anon

In which Hawkmoth is defeated by a strike.

So basically, Parisians get pissed at Hawkmoth and decide that hey, maybe they can’t stop him themselves, and they can’t just stay entirely positive at all times, but they sure as hell can direct every bit of their hatred and anger at him so that if he akumatizes one of them, they make a beeline for his lair. Hawkmoth didn’t stand a chance against the contempt of Paris!

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All Of Them? Every Single One? by @liiinerle

It turns out that Marinette loves a lot more people than she'd initially thought.

This is hilarious and adorable. Tikki lays out how Marinette has a crush on basically every girl she’s met - and even girls she doesn’t know are girls yet XD. 

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Anchor by @liiinerle

“Marinette. Please take that sabre out of your neck.”

“Right. Thanks. I forgot it was there.” She grabbed hold of the guard and pulled; the blade slid out like it had only been run through butter. After dropping it on the floor, she picked up one of the teacups and picked up a biscuit from a tin she’d brought in; she placed the biscuit on the saucer plate and handed the whole thing to Kagami, who could only really resign herself to accepting it.

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Marinette has raised Kagami from the dead, and also happens to be dead herself. It turns out some bad choices were made in the past. But that doesn't mean they'll lead to bad outcomes for them now.

I love this, Marinette’s incredibly blase about being a zombie - which makes sense, given how long she’s had to get used to the idea. And she’s waited so long, tried so hard to bring Kagami back as well, though if she didn’t WANT to be back, she’d accede to that request. Luckily, Kagami doesn’t seem to mind as long as she’s with Marinette XD.

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safe and sound by Lady_Bryght

A crazed fan is stalking Adrien with violent intentions, and Ladybug is determined to protect him. When the school goes on lockdown and Marinette can't transform, she does her best to keep him safe without the use of a miraculous.

So this is a bit of a suspenseful thriller with a twist ending - well, sort of an ending, it’s a oneshot so far with an ambiguous ending that reveals what’s going on, but not how things actually resolve. It’s the sort of story where, after you see the ending, you look back through the story for foreshadowing. Can’t really go much more in detail, without spoiling the twist.

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Worth Your Time by @pearl484-blog

After the events of the Season 4 finale, Adrien leaves a series of voicemails for Felix after learning he is missing. Just because Felix is out of sight, doesn't mean he's out of mind for his cousin.

Entry for Adrien AUGreste prompt: Rings

I’d honestly forgotten about Adrien being told by Amelie that Felix was missing, and how that might have affected him. He doesn’t know that Felix is okay - he just knows that Felix disappeared after giving the Miraculous to Monarch, and that not even his mom (supposedly) knows where he is. So naturally, he fears the worst, and after awhile of leaving voicemails and not getting replies, he almost starts using the voicemails as a diary of sorts about the various events of season 5 - up until Emotion that is, for obvious reasons.

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the less I seek my source for some definitive by katrinette

When the akuma manages to smash a hole in the hull of the colony ship that's supposed to be unbreakable, Ladybug has to take drastic action to keep everyone safe.

This is an interesting sci-fi AU! Ladybug and Chat Noir pilot the last few fighter ships of their colony ship, the only defense against the akumas that keep on appearing and attacking the ship. But when one of the akumas smashes a hole in the ship, well Ladybug is willing to go to extreme measures to make sure everyone doesn’t die from the depressurization - measures that do not include any regard for her own safety, much to Chat’s displeasure.

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Guilty by Association by @rosie-b

Marinette respected Adrien’s strength and courage more and more every day. No matter how many times people threw nasty words or literal tomatoes at him; no matter how many companies refused to work with him anymore; no matter how clear it was becoming that he would never be forgiven for his father’s crimes, he chose to greet new people with a smile and hope that this time, someone would recognize the kind heart hidden behind his hated name.

She wished she’d had the chance to meet him before she’d accidentally ruined his life.

Written for the Ml Writers Guild September event 'back to school'

I love how Marinette keeps reaching out to Adrien, trying to protect him, even if it doesn’t always work. To let him know that she’s in his corner at least. Hawk Moth had to be taken down, but the consequences for Adrien... she never wanted anyone to get hurt in the process. 

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The Supreme Movers by PearlO_O

Continuation of Tales of Shadybug and Claw Noir.

Adrien and Marinette battle with the emotional aftermath of meeting their alternate selves.

This was an excellent follow-up to the Paris Special! To be clear, the Adrien and Marinette here are Claw Noir and Shady Bug, not the ones from the show we’ve been following all this time. I really liked Adrien and Marinette reflecting and recontextualizing how their parents have been acting in more positive ways, and getting more positive responses in turn, along with them reassessing how they’ve been acting and reaching out to Alya and Nino. There’s this theme of “it doesn’t matter who we were or what mistakes we made, but who we want to be and that we keep moving forward”.

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Keep Me Safe Inside by RoFair

Adrien Agreste, formally known as Claw Noir attempts to get to know the girl he admires behind the mask of the reformed Shadybug. He has a plan, but it is derailed by a blonde bully.

I love how smitten Adrien is with Marinette! He might have a lot of bravado as Claw Noir, but he’s kinda shy as a civilian. Of course, that all goes out the window when Marinette needs help - like when she’s being bullied and is nearing a breakdown.

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delicate in every way but one by katrinette

When Marinette finds a wanted ad that provokes just enough questions in her mind that she can't help answering it, the reward is sweeter than she could have imagined.

I love the little bit of worldbuilding we get here about vampire society, and Adrien’s usual awkward adorableness in asking Marinette for a certain necessary favor. It’s always neat to see such familiar characterization in a supernatural setting like this.

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Lost Feather by @a-flaming-idiot

Sabine has always liked and respected Ladybug and Chat Noir. They've always been wonderful heroes and inspirations to all of Paris and she wouldn't trade them for the world. But that isn't to say she didn't begin to get worried when the heroes of Paris made it their mission to destroy all sentimonsters in their path. Though she knew they never would, it was hard to not worry for the safety of her daughter.

I liked this glimpse of what might happen if Marinette was a sentimonster as well! Poor Sabine, of course she’d have nightmares about the Heroes of Paris killing her daughter. While she likes and respects the Heroes and understands why they’ve been killing sentimonsters, given that the ones Shadow Moth spawns often don’t even seem sentient and are wreaking havoc, she’s still afraid for Marinette, that Ladybug might purify her Amok without ever considering that Marinette might be an actual person.

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Partners in [Chaos] by @aidanchaser

Griffe Noire's needs no excuse to crash a fashion show competition, but when he sees the baker from his favorite bakery is involved, he decides to shift from spreading destruction to a different sort of chaos. He's not ready for her to see through him better than he knows himself.

Remixed from Partners in Clown by MiaBrown

I love Adrien’s portrayal here, how he lies to himself about how bad the cracks are getting, while also relishing them in a way, feeling like he’s living because of the self-harm he’s inflicting every time he unleashes a Cataclysm, it fits with his portrayal in the special. I like Marinette here too, you can see a bit of her vulnerabilities in this piece, though it’s not in her POV so she’s out of focus.

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Perfect by @deinde_prandium

It’s Adrien and Marinette’s wedding day! On site to ensure the event goes perfectly is their friend and famed wedding planner Kagami Tsuguri, and so far all has been going according to plan. There's just one problem: no one ever told her about Adrien, Marinette, and their struggles with automatic doors. Add to this the fact that Marinette’s determination to play matchmaker between her and a certain wedding singer…

Needless to say, Kagami is not pleased.

This is mostly a Kagami-centric fic, with a touch of Lukagami at the end. I loved the callback to Adrienette’s automatic door troubles, and Kagami and Luka being sneaky XD. 

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Patrolling with a friend for Christmas by @seasofsilver

Adrien just wanted to gift his Lady some time off and hang out more with Marinette during the festive season - it didn't exactly go to plan, but somehow ended up... better?

This was adorable! Chat Noir tries to give Ladybug a break by recruiting Multimouse to replace her on patrols for a bit, and Ladybug returns the favor by recruiting Aspik to replace Chat. Yep, it’s Snekmouse!

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Far-Fetched Plans by @cravingcraze

“While that’s true, and I was going to bring that up, I wanted to talk about… when Wishmaker hit you,” he sat up and looked at Felix with… concern? Why was he concerned for him?

“You only care about my secret identity,” Felix deflected. No, there was no way fucking Viperion, Luka Couffaine of all people was worried about him.

(It was hard to imagine anyone working with Ladybug worried about him.)

So this is an intriguing prospect. Gabriel’s forcing Felix to work with him to try and get Ladybug’s and Chat Noir’s Miraculous, something Felix isn’t thrilled about. But Luka finds out Felix’s secret identity, and decides to try and help him to break free.

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Life with a Stolen Slime by RustyAce

Sharp, dagger-like stabs from his stomach made the small creature whimper as they curled into himself. Hunger. A frequent state he should be used to by now, but a painful one nonetheless. His gelatinous form was nearly a ball as he tried to self soothe himself, with just portions of slime forming ears and a tail that stuck out of his main body. Usually this worked, but the slime made a distressed moan as they pressed their forehead against his glass prison.

Oh, how he wished he could escape this jar he was in. The humans never came often enough to give him enough food, or even to let him out to stretch his legs. No, instead they carefully opened the jar’s lid just enough to slip some disgusting trash into it with some forceps. They, it seemed, did not appreciate his surprisingly sharp bites or scratches when they first brought him here. A shame.

The slime let out a small sigh, their eyes closing in an attempt to fall asleep to ignore his hunger. Perhaps if he fell asleep, he would wake up to them bringing him food.

So this fic is based off the Reverse world presented in the Paris special. Claw Noir’s a small cat-slime that’s being held captive in a jar, until Marinette eventually rescues him and puts him in a bigger container and feeds him better food at least. It’s cute, and it makes me curious about the setting of this story (like where he came from and why humans were keeping him captive, along with how Marinette stumbled across him), and where the story might go from here (this is a oneshot, but I’d love to see this explored more, if you can’t tell).

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Changeling by @unecoccinellenoire

Gabriel makes the Wish believing that he regretted everything with Adrien. The results suggest that he in fact regrets Adrien

So this is interesting. It’s giving a glimpse into a universe where Gabriel and Emilie never found the Peacock Miraculous, and they (along with Amelie and Colt) just adopted. Which unfortunately meant that Adrien and Felix as we know them never existed, and Gabriel finds that he misses his original son, which is especially acute when interacting with his new adopted son and knowing how much he’s NOT Adrien.

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Here for now, but I can see the better days by @nirby-wirby

Now, laying on his bed with only the soft light of a bedside lamp illuminating the room, he felt guilt eating at him from inside his chest. His miraculous burned on his finger, a reminder of what he’d given up. Of what had somehow led to his father helping Ladybug and dying in the process. The guilt was suffocating, building more and more until he felt like all that was left of him was guilt.

———— Or: Adrien deals with the grief and guilt of losing his father with some help. Set post-s5 finale and written for the ML Secret Santa Exchange of 2023

I love the support Adrien gets here, both from Nathalie in a more motherly role, and from his friends. He even tells Nathalie his secret identity, which gets her thinking about how badly Adrien got screwed over. Especially with him feeling guilty over Gabriel’s fate, when she knows he has no reason to.

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Under the Umbrella by @fruitdragon1a

Almost everyone has a soulmate. What are Adrien and Marinette supposed to do when they meet theirs?

ML Secret Santa gift for Mei! Merry Christmas!

Thank you to Now Loading and Rewan Demontay for beta reading this fic!

So this is a version of soulmarks I haven’t seen before. Around age six, soulmates get a soulmark that shows what their soulmate is thinking when they first meet them. Though I guess it doesn’t register while transformed, since it only counts for this one when Adrien and Marinette meet as civilians, and not when they first meet as superheroes.

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I recently caught up on ATWMD and it is such an incredible story. You are an insanely talented writer. Your prose is so vivid and the complex characters and storyline are just 10/10. Amazing. Thank you!

I have a question if you're open to giving your opinion! I feel like the group (Remus, Lily, and James) seemed to accept Regulus quicker and easier than Sirius. They seem much colder to Sirius (at the start at least) than they were to Regulus when he first arrived. Like the wandless magic lessons for instance. When Imelda won't teach Regulus, James does it personally. But I didn't get the impression they'd do the same for Sirius. They seemed more likely to cut him loose.

Is this just because of the circumstances for how they each end up with the order? Or do you think there's more to it? Or is it just because we didn't see Regulus POV at the time of him arriving with the order so it's just a matter of it being the past?

hi thank u!! glad ur enjoying the fic <3 & i think i answered a similar question to this before but i don't feel like scrolling back thru my own blog 2 find it so. happy 2 go thru it again i love talking abt these characters <3

essentially the difference in their responses is down to the different circumstances in how each brother joined the order, yeah, but all 3 of them also respond pretty differently, so going one by one:

lily honestly doesn't respond all that differently to either brother; w reg she was kinda cold at first out of hurt/jealousy over what she perceived as his budding relationship w james, assuming that reg would become another in the long line of casual hookups & knowing that she herself could never sleep w james without probably ruining their friendship bc of her own feelings, etc. & then once they have their little bonding moment where they both kinda realize they're in the same boat (unrequited feelings that go deeper than just wanting a casual hookup, knowing that those feelings will wreck things if they do ever sleep w james) & make their unofficial little pact (no sex w james potter) they become very close. so lily's initial response has less to do w how she perceives the other person as being good/bad & more to do w her own personal feelings towards them. when sirius shows up she's the only one of the 3 who's initially pretty kind + welcoming + essentially just treats him somewhat normally, bc she doesn't personally feel any animosity towards him but also isn't immediately going to be best friends w him, knowing who he was. she also has a slightly different perspective, tho, bc she's close w reg & knows that reg thinks sirius is a good person, and trusts his judgment. for lily, all the stuff with the death eaters is less...personal? ig? even tho it's had a very significant impact on her life; she was rescued by the order as a young child & raised w them, so she never directly experienced the kinds of oppression that muggleborn wizards typically face from death eaters + voldemort's regime etc, and she also does most of her work within order hq in potions labs and isn't necessarily fighting face-to-face w these people, so although she views them as the enemy she just isn't as emotionally connected on an individual level & therefore has an easier time looking past sirius's history and judging him as she finds him when he joins the order.

james, on the other hand, is personally connected & fighting death eaters face-to-face; they aren't just a monolithic Enemy to him, he hates them as individuals, too. he also has a more black-and-white view of a morality and a different idea of what courage looks like, and values what he perceives as courage very highly. so for james, he viewed regulus as this sort of brave lone warrior from the start for deciding to break away from the death eaters + fight a cave of zombies + try to destroy a horcrux on his own--james thinks that's badass + brave + noble, and that colors his perception of reg from the start. even when reg insists that he's not a hero, james still thinks what he did was heroic, and that paired w the fact that he was never a high-ranking death eater before breaking away makes his involvement w them forgivable--in james's eyes, reg has atoned for his past and is now trustworthy, which is why he likes him from the beginning. sirius, on the other hand, doesn't make the decision to join the order; he's basically forced into it. bc of that, james views him as a coward and looks down on him when they first meet; this is where a lot of his animosity is coming from. + sirius doesn't exactly jump at the chance to join the order, giving the impression that he's still loyal to voldemort, which just makes that animosity worse. it's not until sirius starts to "prove" himself thru action that james begins to trust him more, bc action is really what speaks to james + what he views as a testament to someone's character.

and then there's remus, who disliked both brothers from the start. unlike either james or lily, he's grown up under voldemort's regime & has directly experienced violence + oppression in ways that neither of them has, so he hates every death eater on an individual level for good reason--in his eyes, they have all made the personal decision to uphold + perpetuate violence (which is true!), and he doesn't care why they made that decision; nothing excuses it. we don't really see his reaction to reg joining the order bc he's not really around order hq as much, but remus was wary towards him from the start & even tho he eventually accepted that reg was working w them now, he's never befriended reg the way lily + james did & he never feels close to him or even really likes him. and his relationship w sirius is a whole other can of worms lol...hopefully the story is enough to show why remus treats him the way he does, but really the only reason he doesn't just keep ignoring sirius the way he kinda does reg is bc of their history together + the feelings between them. otherwise he'd probably just be standoffish to both of them!

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Quick overview of Dead Like Me au!

Figured I’ve made a few posts in it now so should just give a quick summary of what I have so far:

Mike (scooped/ a zombie) and Jeremy (vampire) meet when they both start working the night shift at Freddy’s (fnaf 1 era). Jeremy immediately realizes something is off about Mike and upon realizing he’s dead, freaks out as he’s never met a zombie before and in turn, Mike freaks out bc he’s never met a vampire. They both bond over being dead and supernatural creatures as neither, outside of experiences with ghosts, have met any other beings like them and they quickly become friends from there to the point that Mike, who’s been living out of his car, eventually moves in with Jeremy.

So, with them both being sort of new to the supernatural even though they are supernatural themselves (they're like 90% sure they're going this 'hiding in the shadows' thing wrong), they go about trying to find out what became of Mike’s dad as that’s been Mike’s mission ever since he got scooped and now Jeremy is along for the ride. They eventually attract the attention of Sammy who is a hunter sent by his father (who basically made it his and his sons mission to dispose of all things supernatural) to figure out what’s going on as there’s been rumors of the walking dead around town. Sammy however, though unknown to his father bc Sammy is afraid to tell him, is a werewolf and eventually runs into Jeremy and Mike and though he is a bit prickly at first (ie tries to stab Mike bc he thought he was the vampire) they become friends (Mike and Sammy actually know each other from when they were kids) and from there, Sammy begins a more serious search into what happened to his sister now that his view on the superntual has shifted and he realizes its not all automatically ‘bad.’ (Something he’s really been struggling with ever since he was turned but that Mike and Jeremy help him work through).

They also at some point come across ghost Phone Guy who died the first week Jeremy and Mike were hired (basically the reason they were as the position opened up) but it took him a while to actually form into a ghost and once he does, he possesses the phone in the office that they then have to carry around with them if he wants to actually leave the building.

Charlie eventually joins their crew too as she is more aware than the other ghosts are but has spent these last few years watching over the MCI ghosts. However, upon reuniting with her brother, she joins him and his friends in order to try and bring down William. She also promises to Mike to helps him look for Liz and talk to her once they do find her.

That’s all I sorta got for right now. I’m working on writing a fic but I feel like my time has been nonexistence lately so it’s going sorta slow. Do feel free to send asks though :) I love thinking & talking about this AU

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HQ BOYS + HAUNTED HOUSE DATES

⸻ happy halloween! 🕯🎃

KUROO has the audacity to howl in laughter when he sees your horrified face. just starts cracking up in the middle of a haunted house every time you scream at an actor lunging towards you. does stupid things like pointing out a certain zombie walks like your dad to make you laugh. despite being a crackhead, he's still pulling you protectively against him and rubbing soothing circles on your waist. when you exit the house, he even gives you a tiny peck on the cheek and smirks, "hey. at least we're both still alive?" you blush. maybe you could try this again.

SHINSUKE is the perfect boyfriend. laces his fingers with yours and gives your hand gentle squeezes when you're startled by the ghost in the corner. gestures for you to enter and exit houses before him like a true gentleman. he's carrying your silly purse for you and packs full bottles of water and lozenges in the very likely event that your throats start to hurt from all the yelling. lets you fall asleep on his shoulder on the train home afterwards.

SUGAWARA has never entered a haunted house because he doesn't understand the concept of spending money to scare the wits out of oneself. but you're reaching the entrance when he starts to fidget, trying to stay strong for both of you. spoiler: that doesn't work. you're both gripping tightly onto each other, shivering when you enter a different part of the haunted house, and shouting strings of expletives when a clown with freakishly large eyes jump at you. but at least the night ends with you two stumbling out of the room, both giggling at your apparent lack of bravado.

ATSUMU is actually the one who suggested it. even scoffs at how childish haunted houses are. and you're immediately raising your brow, like, "oh?" because this man right here can't even sit through jurassic park without cowering. you're both in line when he starts to really panic and wonder what kind of boyfriend he'll seem like when he's screaming his lungs out in the house. proceeds to scream his lungs out and you're too busy laughing at him to really even flinch at the jumpscares.

USHIJIMA has a very confused look on his face when you bring it up, as if he's never heard of a haunted house before. doesn't even twitch the slightest bit when something grips his ankles. looks bemused at the way you're losing your shit in the haunted house. still lends you an arm and pats your shoulder. when you're both taking a break at the water fountain, he asks, "why were you so scared back there? aren't they just paid actors?" and your jaw just drops. it's dark, there's creepy music, and there's grotesque creatures pouncing on you - NO SHIT EINSTEIN? 😡

a/n: this is just an excuse for me to write crack fics. happy halloween again!! reblogs are appreciated 🕸 ⋆｡°✩

[floef-likes-minecraft]

Exploration

From Exploration, a short fic about Gem and Etho exploring in the early days of Season 10 of Hermitcraft.

“You wanted Sniffer eggs, right?” Etho squinted, looking at the horizon as if he could spot eggs like that. As far as Gem was aware, he couldn’t. Then again you could never be sure with Etho. Maybe his Eldritch powers included x-ray vision. “That means we need a warm ocean. Do you know any oceans around?”

“You were supposed to be the directions guy,” Gem laughed. “But I believe if we follow the river and go around that island there, we should hit an ocean. Impulse said we should anyway.”

“In Impulse we trust in that case,” Etho concluded before the two started to descend the gigantic Cherry Grove plateau. Xisuma had managed to find the most beautiful Seed, with large plains dotted with mountain plateau’s and crossed with rivers. Everybody was sticking relatively close together, though not as close as last Server. While that had been great, Hermits were still Hermits and liked their personal space.

Before Gem could, Etho had produced a boat and pushed it into the water. He hopped in, offering Gem a hand before taking the oars. Gem didn’t complain as that meant Etho would be doing the hard work and she could just do some sightseeing. The start of a new Server was always exciting, but also a bit strange. Everything was untouched, there were still deserts filled with sand an plains with plenty of grass. Doc hadn’t managed to brainwash the zombies and Bdubs hadn’t wrangled up all horses in the immediate vicinity. It was pure and beautiful and new.

Not for long, however, because a Celestial and Eldritch were rowing a boat across the ocean. Sometimes Gem still wondered how she had ended up in this situation.

[lettersfromaphrodite]

[15.44]

― pairing : Han Jisung x fem!Reader ― genre : fluff ― content warnings : established relationship, gamers (?) idk they’re playing RE4 ― word count : 390

― notes : this fic looks familiar? it is! I'm reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, my new askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

You were comfortably sitting on the floor, surrounded by few colourful pillows and tightly holding the joypad in your hands; the familiar “You Died” once again appeared on the screen and you groaned, annoyed once again by the game. You were so lost in that boss fight you’ve been trying to win for the last hour, that you barely noticed your boyfriend Jisung slowly walking in the living room of your shared apartment and sitting behind you, circling your waist and placing his head on your shoulder while gently pulling you towards his chest; you immediately felt yourself lean against him, as the familiar scent of body soap surrounded you.

«How’s it going?» he asked, noticing how once again you were running low on bullets and started mumbling a series of weak and sarcastic “Oh, come on” to the big screen in front of you. «I hate this game» you sighed dramatically as your character died once again. You relaxed in Jisung’s arms which tightened his hold around your waist with an amused chuckle.

«Didn’t I give you few tips on how to win?» Jisung affectionately kissed your temple. Meanwhile, the game loaded once again to start from your last saved point. «Yes but,» you shifted, feeling safe in his arms «you know I’m not a big fan of exploring everywhere, especially while a group of zombie is chasing after me and I’m low on ammos.» Jisung smiled knowingly, kissing your shoulder. His hands slowly let go of your waist to reach out to hold your hands, which were still firmly gripping the joypad. Caressing your thumbs with his, he briefly signalled you to switch only the positions of both your fingers: now, you had your thumbs over his, so that he’d the one to actually play instead of you – even if you could still take a hold of the game anytime you wanted to. Jisung’s warm hands enveloped yours as he focused on the screen, after giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. «Come on, let’s do this.» he chanted, encouraging the both of you. «Don’t forget to go get all the things I’ve left behind!» slightly turning your head, you nuzzled into his neck, trying to convince him. «You’re a little cute scaredy cat, aren’t you?» Jisung commented, affectionately glancing at you with a smile.

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[theserpentsadvocate]

Aaaaah, I love stuff like this, thank you!

Tagged by: @copperarsenite

Tagging: @feeisamarshmallow @allonsymiddleearth @iceberg-hootenanny (and basically anyone who wants to, honestly)

rules: post the first lines of up to 10 of your last fics/chapters posted on ao3 or your wips and try to draw some conclusions.

I'm going with fics in general, not chapters (because otherwise it would be entirely Satisfaction), and probably sticking to VM fic because all the Tolkien stuff I've posted recently has been crossposting. So last five posted and last five WIPs worked on. :)

(Also, warning that the second-last sentence has a racial slur (used by a character.))

Satisfaction

Veronica’s dad was the sheriff, so she was usually pretty scrupulous about not breaking the law. 

Flipping the Script

All Jade wanted was to get her mother’s car and drop it off with enough time to get to the library before it closed, and since the library was open late on Thursdays and she’d stopped to pick it up at 4 PM, it hadn’t seemed that difficult.

Unexpected Dividends

It was probably weird to run a to-do list for your boss in your head, but Eli had been doing it since his second month on the job, because Fred was competent, and reasonably organized, and obviously he was a hell of a mechanic, but his ability to prioritize was a little bit whacked out.

The Most Important Part

“Hot date?”

The Art of Starting Over

It turned out that calling your sort-of boyfriend after a whole week and a half of radio silence was daunting.

Choices (upcoming post S4 oneshot)

Jade grew up in San Diego.

Hunger Games AU for 'X universes Veronica didn't grow up in'

I didn’t sleep well, the night before the Reaping.

untitled WIP (zombie non-AU, post-S4)

Veronica made it home for the end of the world.

Carmen for 'Would've, Could've, Should've' (pending oneshot series)

Yesterday, Carter Phelps shoved Carmen into the stair railing and called her a wetback, like her parents swam all the way here from Venezuela.

Circle of Magic AU for 'X universes Veronica didn't grow up in'

The first time the Guard caught Weevil breaking into a rich man’s house, they tattooed an X on the web of skin between his thumb and first finger and threw him into a cell for the night.

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So for the obvious – I favour third person (which I knew), and I’m a bit heavier on female POVs than I anticipated (which I’m pleased with, actually). Also very Jade-heavy, and since I’m already 50% of the Jade/Eli tag on AO3, that doesn’t exactly shock me.

(It’s not immediately obvious for all of them, but every single one of these is Weevil-heavy, which is the most unshocking thing possible. I think I have exactly one VM fic in progress where he’s not central to the entire premise, and even there he’s still majorly present.)

Other than that, the closest thing to a trend that I can pick up is that apparently I like opening sentences that feel either dynamic or relatable? Satisfaction and the post-canon zombie fic both have the more classic hook of raising questions about what’s going on, and most of the JEC fics as well as Carmen’s WCS entry are an attempt to jump you right into the characters’ heads or at least their social reality. Whereas the fusion AUs seem to establish their crossover-fandom immediately (THG with an immediate reference to a well known part of that universe, and COM by heavily echoing Briar’s introductory sentence). I don’t know if I did it on purpose, but I like it, so I’ll have to see how much/if that holds true for the other ones in the series. (The BTVS and Animorphs ones are harder, because they involve discovering something, but the summary of the latter will definitely start with My name is Veronica…, and the 1-800-WHERE-R-U one starts with a direct shout-out.)

Anyway! I’d be interested to know if there’s anything that strikes you. :)