#kash tries writing

[unjustgalaxy]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59927326

episode 8 of wonderlust haunts my every day and night in visions and dreams

heres my attempt at making it a little less sad

kinda mainly platonic lintroller but hey they will get there one day

heres a doodle as a gift also:

[bubblegumbarbie33]

I really want to write a Shameless AU where the day after 'Cascading Failures' Mandy wakes Mickey up and is like "Fuck this shit we're leaving" and she has a plan to move in with an Internet friend in Indiana but Mickey physically can't leave because Ian Ian Ian so Mandy takes him to the Gallagher house (where Fiona is freaking the fuck out about getting her kids back) and practically begs Fiona to take her brother in like she took Mandy in (not really because they were always fighting but also Fiona never kicked her out so.....)

Fiona's obviously like "Fuck this BS I've gotta get my kids back" and Mickey says that he'll help. Because he remembers what the system is like. Being alone. Fighting every second of every day. Being in a constant state of fight or flight. And he doesn't want that for Ian. Or any of the little Rugrats.

So he stays in the basement and keeps out of the house whenever social services stop by, and cleans and learns how to cook (pizza bagels and burnt eggs) and Fiona gets him a job (because he's not staying at her house with no money coming in, and Mickey doesn't want to work at the Kash and Grab with no Ian) and he works at the Alibi because his dad doesn't come around too often (he owes too many guys money or they owe him a boot to the face) but when Terry busts through the door Kev shoves Mickey under the bar like a little kid.

Mickey goes to the court hearing, because why wouldn't he? And Ian sees him walk in with Fiona and Mickey's looking at the ground and shuffling his feet because he knows that this is too much. That he's caring too much. But Ian doesn't say anything and just sits, glued to his side, until Fiona finally gets her kids back for good and everyone's jumping up and down and Mickey's just smiling but also a little sad because he's never known a family like this.

And then it's peaceful and domestic for a while, Mickey blends into the family. Makes friends with Kev and V. Becomes an dependable ego-check for Lip, a weird cousin/older brother for Carl and Debbie, a helping hand to Fiona, and a boyfriend to Ian. And it's some cheesy Brady Bunch shit but he lets himself love it because he's gone two decades without feeling safe.

Then, of course, Terry finds him. One of his cousins tips him off. He catches Mickey walking home from the Alibi one night, really lays into him. Mickey tries fighting back but finds himself paralyzed by that old, solid fear in the pit of his stomach. So he's just hit, again and again, in the street in front of the Gallagher house.

Until Fiona's on top of Terry with a bat, and Carl's got a blowtorch, and Lip's calling the cops because getting Terry sent to jail will make everyone's life easier, and Ian's kicking the shit out of him, and Debbie's holding a pillowcase full of bricks but she's more focused on making sure Mickey's cuts aren't deep enough to do lasting damage.

And that's enough to get Terry put away for a while. Tony makes sure of it, as due to some personal revelations he's definitely not a supporter of gay-bashing. And Mickey's lying on the couch, feeling like a sack of shit. A burden on the Gallaghers. He contemplates running down to Indiana, but Mandy has seemed happier based on her infrequent texts and social media posts, and he doesn't want to bother her. Because that's what he is. A bother.

But then Ian's sitting down next to him and turning on a movie. And slowly the rest of the family trickles in. And then it's just a normal night with leftovers and action flicks and Ian's arm wrapped around him. And Mickey falls asleep, knowing that when he wakes up the next day, it won't just be a dream.

[yukii0nna]

Chandra Sharma

Age: 33 (at time of death)

Voiced by :Maulik Pancholy

Birthday: 5/10

Head Witch of Water

Occupation: Writer ,Councilman

Family: Hannah Sharma (wife), Jay Sharma (Son), Kikyo Sharma (daughter)

Flaw: I have been told I can be too cold and serious.

Style: Simple clothes are more my cup of tea as they say

Pet Peeves: I detest senseless violence. I know

Favorite food: Chocolate.

Least favorite food: Soup

Hobbies: Drawing, hiking,

Talents: Singing, Dancing, inventing, crafting.

Background

Chandra was a powerful witch at an early age. He was raised by his grandmother to train his magic.At the age of 14,he became the witch of water and night. Then the wizards of the Black Circle came,he helped defend against before going to Tir An Og, falling to sleep for a long time. When he woke up,he found out about how much had changed. Then he met Hannah and had Jay and Kikyo.

Personality

Chandra is what you call a responsible man. He prefered stability and order in the world and disliked chaos. However,he can see why chaos is needed and can see the beauty of it. He was also pretty kind and caring, believing in helping when he can.

Skills

Dark magic: Was known for his powerful curses despite his own dislike for them

Intelligence: Was pretty clever smart

Potions making: Was one of the best potions makers in the white circle

Healing magic: It was one of his most prominent magic

Water magic: Uses it for defense but can and will use it offensive to devastating effects

Night magic: Mostly preferred shadow and moon based spells but can go full on nightmare on anyone.

Enchantment: was the best enchanter in Magix

Trivia

Was planning to tell Kikyo about her being a witch but couldn't due to dying

While everyone thought he died due to an illness,the truth was he died to poison

Loved to go to the beach alone at night to enjoy his elements

Gave Kikyo her googles and Jay his necklace

When he found out what Morgana tried to do the humans,he freaked out due to seeing them as innocents.

Was forever thankful to the Winx for being able to stop the White Circle from doing something drastic

Had a Yaksha familiar named Kash who usually took the form of a cobra

@insomniac-jay @punkeropercyjackson @marrondrawsalot @zexal-club @anxious-twisted-vampire @writing-heiress @sundove88 @missputotyra @abyssthing198 @liviavanrouge

[demigoddessqueens]

Could you write something with Kashaw meeting a shy member of VM and eventually they slowly become friends that turns into something else? ❤

Awww! Kashaw deserves a lil love as a treat

And this is my first request for him

Obviously you meet him in Vasselheim with the group

Of course he’s all rough to the others but then he sees you…

“Well, why didn’t they mention how cute you were?? Of course we’ll help now!”

Cue Zahra and VM making a face 😝

If you’re into it, yeah Kash can be super touchy flirty. If you’re not, ok he can respect that.

Every time he and Z always cross paths with you, it’s constant flirting all the time!!

And if he tries to kiss you?? Good luck NOT getting interrupted by everyone else

The most random nicknames, and it’s always something about you that he finds cute, mostly related to your aesthetic and/or abilities

“Sparkles, freckles, magic hands, etc.”

Of course, while looking for the Death Ward armor and stuff (fighting Z’s monster) he’s super protective towards you and you’re safety is his first priority

Though the brief visit is cut short, he can’t leave yet without giving you the biggest, passionate kiss. Yeah, he’ll miss you.

“Hate to see you go, but love watching you leave” kinda vibe

[scurvgirl]

More lunch break writing! Spiderman kisses FTW.

Returning the Favor

Mickey didn't have much cause to think about the earlier, more painful parts of his and Ian's relationship. They were together now, forever according to the ring on his finger and the stubborn love in his heart. Sure, parts of their history sucked, but Mickey had made peace with that as soon as he said "I do" to Ian Gallagher, the love of his life.

But every now and then, something came up and reminded him of the past. Maybe an old t-shirt that had been passed back and forth so many times no one knew whose it was originally popped up in the laundry, making Mickey smile as he remembered a 16 year old Ian in an army uniform trying so hard to make Mickey his boyfriend. One time they'd driven past the Kash and Grab and Ian had looked over at Mickey with the sappiest expression known to man. These things didn't suck so much. Not all of their history hurt, and sometimes it was okay to reminisce.

One such reminiscence came in the form of a movie. Ian and Mickey were doing their usual bicker and insult routine before selecting a movie to watch when Toby Maguire's first Spiderman movie popped up. They looked at each other briefly before Ian hit play. As cheesy as it was, this movie had been formative for Mickey. He remembered watching a spandex covered Maguire and getting the weirdest feelings. Course he knew what those feelings were NOW, with his hot as fuck husband sitting next to him, arm slung around his shoulder. But all that wasn't what brought up memories.

MJ was in an alley, the rain was pouring and soaking her to the bone. Mickey remembered his brothers hooting and hollering while Mickey watched with anticipation as Spiderman descended down. MJ pulled his mask back and they kissed, upside down in what Mickey kinda felt was the best movie kiss he had ever seen. Memories of an old van and a mumbled question slipped into Mickey's mind along with Ian's passionate lack of an answer. Ian's mouth had slanted against Mickey's, wrong but right, his tongue slipped in and he tasted so good, as he always did. He tried to hold on, fuck was ever always trying to hold onto Ian at that point, but he broke away to replace his lips with a cigarette.

Mickey could focus on the eventual pain of separation that followed that kiss, or he could remember how fucking good the kiss itself was. He chose the latter. He turned his head and brought his hand up at the same time to bring his husband down for a kiss. Attention to the movie fizzled out after that.

The next day, Mickey came home from running errands to find Ian stretched out on the couch with a book. Instead of turning around, Ian bent backwards over the armrest so that he was looking at Mickey upside down.

"Hey, how was the hardware store?"

"Don't move." Mickey dropped his bag and walked over to Ian. Before his confused husband could say anything, Mickey was kissing him. It was all wrong but so right - his nose rubbing against Ian's newly beard covered chin, their tongue sliding across each other in seemingly opposite directions. But it was Ian - how could a kiss with him ever be anything less than wonderful? Mickey trailed his fingers through Ian's beard while he felt Ian's big hand come up to grasp Mickey's shoulder.

When the kiss ended, they were both smiling.

"Am I your MJ?" Ian asked softly, fingers gently touching Mickey's bottom lip.

"You got the hair for it." Mickey kissed him again because he knew that when it came to kissing his husband, he would never get enough.

[waltwhitmansbeard]

Vaxleth + 29

"Something silly"... like making a casino regret making his girl feel bad lol

29. doing something silly to cheer them up i was actually inspired by last night's episodes to write this!

Something is wrong with Vax. They just survived a hell of a fight with a murderous herd of barbarians, one of whom was wielding a pretty gnarly Vestige, but he's not joining in on all the fun. Keyleth watches him watch everyone else, his arms crossed and his face expressionless.

She wants to ask Vex for advice, but Keyleth is pretty sure that Vex isn't a big fan of her and Vax getting any closer than they already are—not that they're particularly close or anything. Sure, Vax said he was in love with her. But people say all sorts of things when facing down a horde of zombies and almost certain death! And besides, she made an absolute fool of herself when Kash was around, and there's no way he didn't notice that.

Oh gods, what if that's why he won't come sit with them? He made a grand confession and she repaid him by blushing like a schoolgirl the minute someone else was nice to her. But then, he was so kind in the Feywild, especially after she fucked up that spell, so he can't have been that upset, could he?

She takes a long swig from her tankard. She is not nearly drunk enough.

She lets Pike ply her with more ale, eager to be out of her own head, and it doesn't take long for her plan to work. Her thoughts are pleasantly loose and swimmy, and she can gaze across the tavern at Vax without spiraling out of control.

At one point, Vex lets out an uproarious laugh at something Pike says that Keyleth definitely doesn't hear, and Vax turns to look their way. He meets Keyleth's eyes, and her reflexes are far too dulled to pretend she hadn't been ogling, so instead she tries to cheer him up. She stirs up what magical energy she can muster to grow her two front teeth, turn her nose into a round little button, and sprout two long, floppy ears from the top of her head. She grins with her strange half-rabbit face, sticking her tongue out at him, and her heart flips when she sees him chuckle to himself.

"Oi, what the fuck?"

Keyleth turns to see Pike and Vex staring at her in horror and disgust.

"You're like some fucked-up science experiment," Vex says, leaning away from her.

"I try not to be preachy," Pike adds, "but that is just unholy."

Keyleth deflates, letting her rabbit features shrink back to her normal ones. "Sorry, I was just trying to..." She trails off when she sees that once again, Vax has resumed his stoic observation of the tavern.

"Give us nightmares?" Vex supplies, sliding another tankard her way. "Drink up, Kiki. Pike wants a recounting of what happened in the Feywild and I would like to be blackout for it."

Keyleth accepts the drink and tosses one final glance toward Vax before beginning a slurred recollection of their interplanar adventures.

[krysmiss]

My Gallavich Intro

Thanks for putting this together @callivich ! 😊 Name: Krystal

Age: 29

What made you fall in love with Gallavich?

I love how they continued to persevere and make their ways back to each other. Most people in their circumstance(s) would have given up on each other and the idea of ever being together and happy but they loved each other enough to never give up, despite the universe telling them that they should. They knew that they were each other's soulmates so they clawed their ways through the many (many) obstacles that came their way and fought to make it work. Now they're together, married and happy and that'll always make me happy. 🥹🥰

How long have you been a fan? Since May of 2023. Very newly obsessed.

Favourite Gallavich moment/scene? There's a lot of Gallavich moments that I absolutely love but I'll try to narrow it down to just 3, in no particular order:

In season 1 when Monica shows up for the first time. The first thing Ian did was run to the Milkovich house to see and talk to Mickey. Though Mickey was hesitant to talk to Ian at the moment (because Terry was there), Mickey showed that he cared about Ian by agreeing to meet Ian at the Kash and Grab to make sure he was okay. That moment, even though it is so early in the series, showed how much they cared for each other already. Mickey being the first person on Ian's mind in a moment of distress, and Mickey dropping everything to make sure Ian was alright is a moment that's so special to me. They were so young and had feelings for each other that neither of them probably couldn't really explain if they tried to at the time, but they both knew that there was something more there. Mickey also already knowing Ian's work schedule makes me smile like a giddy little idiot every time lol 🥰

The "sorry I'm late..." moment 🥹💞. Even though Mickey had his own shit to work though with Ian's diagnosis, him still showing up for Ian and letting him know that he wasn't going anywhere despite it all was so fucking sweet and I love it.

The prison reunion. Nothing says true love like getting yourself thrown into prison and giving up your freedom because you found out that the person you love is going to prison and you want to be with them, regardless of the circumstances.

Favourite Shameless character apart from Ian and Mickey? Kev and Sheila

Do you write or draw or make edits? I don't - I'm not talented enough for that lol. I do enjoy seeing, reading and supporting everyone else's art and fics though!

Favourite type of Gallavich fics? I usually go for one shot post canon or canon compliant fics, usually full of fluff and/or smut, though I'm not opposed to multi-chapter ones. I love reading post-canon fics about married Ian and Mickey being understanding and taking care of each other as they both continue to work though their shit. Mickey always knowing what his husband needs and taking care of him, even when Ian doesn't ask him to, or Ian always reassuring his husband and letting him work though his own trauma always tugs at my heart strings 😭. I also don't mind reading fics that include the rest of the family. I want to eventually venture out to reading maybe some AU fics at some point though.

Favourite Gallavich quote? Idk if I can choose just one so here's my top 3 - again in no particular order:

Their vows 🥰. Everytime I think about their vows, I think of a headcanon that someone wrote on here (don't remember exactly who at the moment, sorry!) talking about how they each emphasized a different word in their vows and how accurate and on brand it was for them. I get the warm fuzzies everytime.

"Ian, what you and I have makes me free. Not what these assholes know."

"I can take care of him, okay? Let me take care of him til he's better... We're taking care of him here. You, me, us. His fucking family."

Anything else you’d like to share about yourself? I first started watching Shameless at the beginning of May of 2023 (after being told for years that I should watch it and continuously putting it off - kicking myself now) and as of mid July, I've watch it a total of 4 times. So when I post or reblog something saying that I'm obsessed, I truly mean obsessed. I have never loved or cared for individual characters or a couple from a TV series or movie as much as I do Ian Gallagher and Mickey Milkovich.

[pushingdaisies1]

Request: “Eeeeeeeee im so excited for the next season of vox machina would you write something with Kash who has a crush on someone who is typically cheerful and shy? how he would confess to them? I just think it would be funny for him to have an s/o like that considering hes so grumpy all the time”

❥A/N: I'm so excited also!!! Literally, I can not wait to see what they get up to and what goes down. Of course, I can totally do that! I rlly like the idea you came up with, I feel like that kind of dynamic with him could (AND WOULD ofc) be super exciting. Trigger Warnings: Just some sweet sweet Kash fluff. With me not being very deep in Vox Machina, I tried to do his character the best justice. I really hope I got him down to full detail.

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˚ Oh between you guys, it was definitely a situation of fell first/fell harder. He didn't know how to really poke at this feeling with you. He knew it was different, but he was a little hesitant to dive down into the details.   ˚ Not saying that he didn't like the different feeling, but he didn't wanna tamper with anything. He was tougher and you were softer around the edges. With your antics, you definitely poked through his ruff charismatic shell. 

 ˚ Seemingly, he had a regular side with you. Not more so soft, but he was less cynical. He more indulged in your look on the world and life itself. He really wanted to listen. More comfortable getting into the nitty gritty. Which didn't hit him until later that he was actively falling for you.  ˚ It was all small things really. Smiling lightly at any remark you had, only for but a glimpse. Nicely growing a mutual respect for one another. His cheeks getting a pinch of pink when you both made eye contact, on accident or not. Your dynamic was nice to sink into , he did really enjoy your small talks.  ˚ He was whipped for you and to be honest, he wasn't the slightest bit mad about it. But he didn't want his "reputation" to be tainted (also cause he was a little scared with this confrontation.) So he kept it all down , deeply locked inside of his consciousness.  ˚ It was until one of your little talks , standing around that it all spilled out. He got lost in his thoughts , and standing with you something was kicking at him. He knew what it was but again , didnt want to say anything. But the war going on inside his head stopped , and it was either now or never.  ˚ A long silence simmered between the two of you. He made a very quick glance towards you. Now you both shared an awkward moment of eye contact , it was time to throw caution to the wind. “I like what we have a lot and I really like you , even though I think you have a huge stick up your ass.”  ˚ He took a clump of your shirt and pulled you in for a somewhat messy kiss , which you immediately reciprocated. Jokes on him , you had been pining over him also. Thankfully he made the first move. Any touch was filled with a whole heaping ton of passion and a bunch of nurture.  ˚ Really feeling happy with this choice , your lips parted away. As soon as your eyes met for one more final glance , he made his way out of the room. Not before leaving you with a wink. Your heart could NOT stop pounding after that moment , were you going to have a heart attack?  ˚ With such your cheery attitude , you never really thought this sort of moment could happen to you. This stuff only seemed like the gossip from fairytales , only the luckiest of people fell upon such a graceful feeling. Take this as a goodbye from the caring cleric. Which you did , and you held onto it.  ˚Especially when you and your friends met back up with one-another. Right as soon as Percy realized you were blushing , everything went down hill from there. Everyone erupted into playful bickering , but you couldn't help the warmness that could still be felt on your cheeks. It melted completely too you.  ˚ Even though that kiss seemed like a goodbye , something in you hoped that you would see him again. Maybe you were slowly going crazy , but he made you feel some type of way. You didnt wanna just burry it down in the depths , so after that you continued to stay hopeful.

[lliinnkk]

This is a fic I've written from a scene out of my daydreams but this scene itself doesn't fit enough into a fandom to put it on AO3, plus if it did, it'd be multiple at once in a rly strange AU buuuuut I'm rly proud of it and I think it's rly cute so I wanna post it here :) I started writing it in February but I'm gonna post it here instead of writing anything new heh 😂

Word Count: 1.75k

Content: self-sacrificial whumpee; hospital whump; non sexual nudity; stubborn whumpee; comfort

(^Never written up smth for whump tag before so I hope this format is good? Hope I didn't miss anything important)

White light. That hospital stench. Kahston?? What the hell's he doing here??

"Oh shit, she's awake!"

Stop screeching this early in the morning, Faith thought, wincing back at the sound. Was there a needle in her arm?

"Didn't expect you to wake up so soon. Glad you're back! We were just finishing up here." Brandy's familiar face caught Faith's blurred vision, creating a sense of sanity in all the confusion.

"Am I..." her voice fell hoarse and dry and she swallowed harshly before speaking again. "Am I in the med centre? When did I get here?" She tried to sit up but Brandy hurriedly yet gently ushered her back down.

"You shouldn't strain yourself right now, just lie down! You've been in a coma for a long time. Just rest for now." Brandy looked strange, acting so serious, but put on a stupid smile like her usual self with an exasperated sigh.

The memories resurfaced slowly as Faith groggily rubbed her eyes. The last thing she could remember was shouting at Julius, and then...here... Oh.

"Where...the hell is everyone? Are they all okay? How long have I been gone for? Kashton??" So many questions, so little time. "I want answers!" Faith demanded.

"Okay, slow down! I told you not to strain yourself alright??" Brandy fussed, looking like she was about to restrain Faith by force. "Kash, why don't you go spread the good word that she's awake? I'll just handle it myself from here. Let's not allow visitors just yet since she's only just woken up."

"Yeah sure, I'll leave you to it then. I guess that's it for training today?" Kash asked, removing his hospital scrubs. Had he been treating Faith as a patient before she woke?

"Yeah go on, take the day off actually, we'll probably all be celebrating with a drink tonight," Brandy winked as she waved Kash out the door.

Faith took this time to take the rest of the room in. The room was full of hospital beds with equipment filled bedside tables but her bed was the only one being used. On her own bedside table she noted the cluttered amount of flowers and get-well-soon cards piled in with all the syringes and drugs of which the sight sent chills down her spine. She felt again the itch to get up.

"So, to explain the situation for you... Hm, this isn't going to be any easy news to break to you." Brandy let out a breath as though the emotional toll of the topic had physically knocked the wind out of her lungs itself as she took a seat on Faith's left. "Since donating seventy years of your lifespan, you've been stuck in a coma for the past week. I'm so sorry."

Faith's eyes widened. "I've been in a coma for a whole week? Seriously? How could I have lost so much time?" Panicked now, Faith made her third attempt at sitting up, this time unchallenged. The world spun around her and her head swam in a thick void of sickeningly painful dizziness.

"Hey, but don't worry! All our plans went ahead smoothly and everyone's actually settled in really well now. And everyone in hospital is healing super quick too, you don't have to worry." Brandy laid a gentle hand on Faith's shoulder to steady her and they made eye contact, though somehow still they couldn't see eye to eye. "You're fine, we're fine. Everything is going absolutely fine. Trust me. All we need you to do for us now is rest."

Faith's brows still furrowed, an expression of devastating betrayal etched across her face. "but... But what's he doing here?? Why's he here, why's Kash here??"

"Julius and I went to rescue him a couple days ago. No, I think it would be five days ago now actually. Yeah, why?" Brandy didn't understand.

"No... No, no, there's no way, why?? Why is he here? What, are you just saying you don't need me or something? Is that what you're saying? I was supposed to go, not Julius, if I was asleep you should've just woken me up, I'd have been fine, it'd have been easy, so easy!"

"What?? Faith, what the hell are you talking about? Did you not hear me or something? I said you were in a coma for a whole week! We weren't even sure if you were gonna survive, there was no way we were gonna make you do anything short of getting out of bed!"

"Just go and rub it in why don't you? I was just sitting here for a whole week and life kept on moving without me as if I'm not here." Blinking back tears, Faith breathed, balling her fists into her hair in an attempt to pull apart the pounding pain by force. Brandy could all but stare, just trying to put together how to react. "I've lost so much time. I... I've got to make up for this somehow. What the hell can I do to make up for this??"

"What the hell did you expect us to do while you were gone though, nothing?"

"No, I expected me not to have been in a god damn coma! I've lost so fucking much now! Why the hell did I have to pass out like that? I should've been stronger!"

"Faith, what the fuck?? You lost seventy years of your life! You'll never get those back!"

"I... Ugh!" Faith didn't know what else to say so she turned over in her bed and pulled the covers over herself but became tangled in wires and needles. "Ugh, I hate this, I hate being here, I feel like I'm being chained down! Get me out of here!"

"Oh alright, just calm down first, I'm only trying to help you," Brandy sighed, gently removing all the strings and wires attached to Faith's body.

Briefly, Brandy left the room only to fetch a spare wheelchair, then returned to the sight of stupid Faith on the stupid floor, groaning with the nauseating pain of jumping out of bed on unsure footing.

"Oh my god. I'm not even surprised you fucking dumbass."

"Help."

"Just get in the god damn chair."

After clambering into her chair she sanitised her hands before wheeling herself with practised precision out into the woods just outside. She shivered in just a hospital gown, cursing the early January air. This decision looked to worsen the state of her already stupid body but she just needed to get out of that damn hospital. Most importantly she needed to be on her own, possibly the most useless and ashamed Faith had ever felt.

"Thought you'd be here." Brandy's voice startled Faith and she quickly wiped her tears on her arm.

"Go away," Faith said, voice wobbling.

"Yeah yeah, I know. I got you a blanket and a bowl of soup. I don't know what the hell you think you're doing in the freezing cold like this," said Brandy, putting the tray of soup and water on the ground to throw a thick blanket over Faith's stunned face.

"Uh...thanks," Faith hummed, reluctantly taking the tray. She found a neat pair of gloves on it and slowly put them on then spooned the broth into her dry mouth. The steaming warmth spread down her throat and into the rest of her body and she felt as though she hadn't tasted something so good in years.

"it's okay you know?" asked Brandy, watching the wind blow brutally through Faith's hair as she continued to eat. "It's okay that you're not okay."

"I'm fine," Faith said, avoiding eye contact.

"Alright then," she took a seat on a nearby stump and hugged herself, thankfully smart enough to have put a coat on before she left. "But I'm not gonna let you just start walking around like you're perfectly healthy."

"I've never been perfectly healthy," Faith scoffed as she rolled her eyes.

"You act like you are."

"I have to."

"Not now you don't."

"Yes I do. What are people gonna think when they see me like this?"

"Not a single one of us hasn't seen you like this."

"Oh so they just don't care?"

"That's not it. Everyone cares, even Julius, that's why he went for you."

"But everyone's just moving on without me now. No one even needs me anymore."

"Faith, that's not true. You're worth more than just a sacrifice."

Faith just sighed and kept eating, eyes fixed on some stray leaf rolling around on the ground.

"You'd never say that about us so why would you say that about yourself?" Brandy stood up and towered over Faith. No response. This was clearly the end of the conversation.

"I'm done," Faith said, putting her spoon down after some time passed.

"Great, let's go back then."

"No, I'm staying here."

"Oh no you're not, you're coming with me," Brandy grinned maliciously, turning the wheelchair around despite Faith's protests. "You're having a shower!"

Faith nagged and shouted but had no strength to fight Brandy when she carried her bridal style into the shower room and gently set her down on a stool, undoing her hospital gown. It probably would've been easier to bathe than shower since she found it so difficult to walk or move but a fear of the ocean came with consequences.

She sat on the plastic stool under the shower head, completely naked and in need of a shave but probably not today. The water was cold, then hot, then just right, and she soon welcomed the warmth embracing her. All protest melted away at the feel of loving fingers in her hair massaging her scalp. The soft wash cloth saw no complaint as it gently washed down every surface of her body.

Afterwards, she was dried off in the bathroom, wrapped in white robes as Brandy brushed through and blow dried her hair with great care. She was brought to the sink where she could brush her teeth before changing into a clean hospital gown and being carried back to her hospital bed.

"There you go - warm, clean and full on tasty food now," Brandy sang, pecking Faith's forehead.

"Thanks Brandy. And sorry about earlier, I promise I'm really okay now," Faith said, cheeks still pink from the warmth of the shower. Brandy knew she still wasn't really okay but knew better than to kick up a fuss about it. Faith stretched, head no longer pounding. "Alright, I think I'm ready for visitors now. Let everyone in!"

Thank you for reading, I am very proud of this!! ^^

[nineratsinatrenchcoat]

Fic Glossary

(approximately ten of them because I do not write that much. Do I write that much? yeah, I think.)

Below the cut!!

1. Leap Through a Box

Fandom: Amphibia

Summary: What if Marcy had fallen into the portal with Anne and the Plantars after being stabbed? Canon Divergence with heaps of angst-with-happy-ending, plus a dark twist to make everyone suffer.

2. Hooty’s Lullaby

Fandom: The Owl House

Summary: Two lost, scared children show up at the Owl House thirty years apart. Hooty does what a good parent should.

3. Dinosaur's Best Friend

Fandom: Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous

Summary: Bumpy has an eventful day, and each of the campers are dragged along for the ride. Luckily for them, she's an exceptionally good listener. As long as you give her food, anyway.

In which Bumpy gets some TLC and the campers get some time to think. Takes place between Seasons 2 and 3.

4. You are One in a Krillion

Fandom: Happy Feet 2

Summary: Bill and Will are adapting to life under the ice; a life free from danger. But the nightmares remain.

5. The Right to Hope

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Summary: Endeavor is on a mission to legalize gay marriage in Japan.

Hizashi Yamada and Shota Aizawa have dodged questions about their relationship for twelve years. Their future could be brighter than they had ever imagined, but will they allow themselves to believe that?

Directly inspired by and takes place in the same universe as The Right To Be by Strawhat_Pirate.

6. The Girl at the Railing

Fandom: Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous

Summary: Yaz finds something to draw on the ferry to Isla Nublar. Or, rather, someone. Created for Day 2 of Yasammy Week: Sketchbook.

7. The Beaver of Love: A Buc-ee’s Adventure

Fandom: Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous

Summary: Sammy teaches Yaz the in and outs of Buc-ee’s. Created for Day 7 of Yasammy Week: Free Day.

8. you're a great girl, and I like you, but...

Fandom: Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous

Summary: Ben tries to let Yaz down easy when he realizes (thinks) she has a crush on him. He tells her something that he's been keeping in for a while.

9. Just a Cow

Fandom: Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous

Summary:

There were two important things that Bessie was 100%, absolutely sure of:

1. Four out of five of the Gutierrez family members would NOT give her chips. 2. One would give her chips. And scratches, and fruit loops, and whatever else she wanted.

Until, one day, Sammy Gutierrez disappeared.

Alternatively: Bessie, and the Gutierrez family at large, try to make sense of tragedy.

10. what you deserve

Fandom: Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous

Summary:

Daniel Kon was a logical man. Every business decision, every investor, every employee had been selected with precision, with surety, and Kash Langford was no exception. He hadn't exactly been hired for his technical skills, but what he lacked in those was made up by his... interpersonal ones.

Daniel just hadn't expected the man to seize control of Mantah Corp island. That was unforgivable.

[unjustgalaxy]

KNIGHT AU LINTROLLER ANYONE?im very crazy about it i was supposed to go to sleep early today, but now it's almost 5! atleast u can tell i had fun writing it  ts just a silly short little thing... as im still getting used to writing characters that aren't mine... but yeagh :))

[milkmaidovich]

You ever love art so much you impulsively write a thousand words at 10pm on a Tuesday night?

AO3:

I Like The Way He Smells

Rated E

Tags: Established Relationship, Slice of Life, Armpit Kink, Scent Kink, Hand Jobs

OR read it below

🌶 Warning--Spice Ahead🌶

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Ian's been like this as long as he can remember.

From the early days of hidden magazines and clandestine (and entirely inappropriate, he can admit now) hookups with Kash, Ian's been obsessed with knowing how someone smells.

Not the regular smells, the laundry detergent that clings to their clothes, or the shampoo and soap stuck to their skin, no, he wanted the real smell, the scent of their body in the most secretive places, where the very essence of them gathered over the course of a day, a night, lingering in the crevices.

The first time he got up close and personal with Mickey, got a noseful of the tang that was sharp and strong and intoxicating, he’d been hooked. Knew he'd never smell anything better than the pungent, salty musk that was Mickey Milkovich at his most basic elements.

It freaked Mickey as Ian buried his nose in the crease of Mickey’s groin on a hot July night. “Fuck you doin?” He'd pushed at Ian's head, tried to dislodge him by force, cheeks heating in what Ian could only guess was embarrassment.

“Smell so fucking good, Mick,” he’d breathed, the hot, humid air from his words only making everything stronger, more heady. He scraped his face all over the coarse black curls, scenting himself like a cat, wanting to carry this back home with him, smell it while he fell asleep.

“Freak,” had come the hesitant reply, though tentative fingers did their best to wind through the brutally short hairs on the top of Ian's head, tacit allowance for him to continue his nuzzling.

He'd licked along the groove of Mickey's thigh, salty sweat and the unnameable, unquantifiable, inimitable taste of Mickey bursting across Ian's taste buds, making his mouth water, making him moan and whine and grip so tightly at Mickey's hips he left his fingerprints behind, little purpling ovals of desire inked into Mickey’s milk-white skin.

Mickey made sounds Ian had never heard after that, when Ian put all that saliva to good use, taking Mickey into his mouth and down his throat, nose pressed deep into the wild untamed thicket at the base of Mickey's cock, breathing deep around his mouthful, memorizing the way the scent of his love mixed with the air of the South Side on a hot summer night.

It never changed, over the years, his need to know the smell of his lovers, the taste of their sweat, the feel of rough hair against his tongue, but no one ever compared, no one ever even came close to Mickey.

There was something about the way he had a whole timeline, too, the way Mickey's scent had changed and evolved as they grew up, grew older, had regular access to uninterrupted utilities and left the dregs of overactive puberty driven hormones behind. It was fucking special and personal and something that made him tear up when he thought about it too hard, about how far they've come together, how much they've been through to get here.

Today, he snagged Mickey around the waist as they wandered toward their bathroom, a shared shower their favorite way to start their day. “C’mere,” he murmurs, spinning his husband in the circle of his arms, burying his nose in the crook of his neck, inhaling, groaning, inhaling again.

Mickey smiles,soft and fond, used to Ian and his proclivities by now. “Like a fuckin’ bloodhound, loverboy,” and it's all affection, the tone of his voice and the scritch of his fingers through Ian's sleep-mussed curls. “We gonna do this till we both smell like mothballs and fixident?”

Ian rumbles, only half-acknowledging that Mickey even said something, one long-fingered hand trailing down to his husband's wrist, his hand, toying briefly with his rings like he always does before lifting Mickey's arm above his head.

Mickey laughs, head tilted back in enamored resignation. “Alright, alright,” he sighs, the way his body leans belying his long-suffering attitude. “Go on then.”

Ian’s grin is smug, is almost feral, triumphant as always when he rubs his face across Mickey's armpit, the sweet sleep-sweat smell of him heady and rich. He presses his body close, make sure Mickey can feel just what this is doing to him, how much it's doing for him, rutting slowly along the crease of Mickey's hip.

He opens his mouth, tongue slow and languid as he licks at the coarse hairs, hips pressing harder now that Mickey's body is responding, hard and leaking against Ian's own.

“Smell so fucking good, Micky,” he mumbles, high on the aroma surrounding him. “Fucking love how you smell, baby, fuck.”

Mickey's breath is hitching, sweet little whines building in his throat, arching his back to press his armpit harder against Ian's face. “Please,” he whimpers. “Fuck, Ian, please.”

It's almost automatic for Ian to wrap his free hand around them both, lining their cocks up, both leaking profusely, slicking the way and making the slide so easy, so perfect Ian knows it won't take either of them long.

He sucks, tongue working over the rough hairs he's still got his mouth on, leaving a sloppy wet mess as he moves, repositions, moaning loud, breathing hard, desperate to have this smell in his nostrils for the rest of the day, the rest of his life .

It feels like no time could have possibly passed before Mickey is chanting, “now now now now,” and tensing, crying out, digging his nails into Ian's bicep as his climax overtakes him.

Ian shudders at how impossibly slick everything becomes, and the very thought of Mickey’s come marking him up, scenting him like this tips him over the edge. He comes with a grunt, Mickey's name a garbled mess from his open mouth, his chin spit-slick, his cheeks wet and raw, brain pleasantly blissed out and off-line.

After a few perfect, endorphin-filled minutes, Mickey brings his arm down, cutting Ian off and breaking his reverie. “Ay. C’mon, my arm’s gettin’ tired and you owe me a shower.” He looks down pointedly, the mess of their combined release drying on his stomach. “Someone made a mess of me.”

Their laughs echo off the bathroom walls as Ian picks him up and tosses him over his shoulder, apologizing for making such an unwelcome mess, how inconsiderate of him, and not for the first time Ian thanks the universe or fate or whatever it is that gave him this, gave him Mickey, gave him the joy of being known so intimately and accepted so completely that this is a common way for them to start their day, that Mickey is as into all of it as Ian is.

“Love you,” he whispers, mouth against Mickey's ear, pressed close while they wait for the water to warm.

Mickey leans back, preening under the attention, smiling wide and easy. “Yeah yeah,” and it's teasing, affectionate, no bite to it whatsoever. “You just love the way I smell.”

🌶 SOUTHSIDE SPICE (AO3) 🌶

i like how he smells (8/?)

[gallavichfanficlibrary]

OMG YOU GUYS ARE BAAAACCCKKKK. missed u. so much. hey:) anyways wondering if u had any recs for fics centered around mickey healing / going to therapy etc. i am a sucker for character development. thank u 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

Hii, thank you so much <3 Here you go:

In broad-shouldered beasts series Mickey gets to deal with his traumas after he’s released on parole. He does his best to build a “normal” life and a relationship with his son while juggling the scars of his past.

Etherized Against the Sky - A canon-divergent story from 1x09, in which Tony Markovich suspected foul play and coerced an unwilling Mickey Milkovich into revealing the truth about Kash Karib.

You Deserve Good Things - Mickey’s holding down a job as a mechanic, going to court appointed therapy, living in his own place, and maybe even has a friend, until a new parolee walks through the door, bringing with him some of Mickey’s demons that he thought he’d long since buried.

The Words He Doesn’t Say - Mickey is released from prison before Ian and has to attend court-ordered therapy with a shrink that’s probably as grumpy as he is.

What if Mickey Fuckin' Milkovich had a journal - where instead of going to juvie Mickey ended up having to do anger management and write about his feelings in a journal.

There are a couple of fics where Mickey doesn’t exactly goes to therapy but just lets himself get some help, for example:

The Question of Normal - Ian is a prison counsellor and Mickey is an inmate assigned to him. Ian tries to find a way to get him legal help.

Legal help: Our Freedom in My Sight - Mandy Milkovich has been attacked by her father for the last time. She finds the strength to report his crimes and reaches out to her brother, opening up the door for Mickey to return to Chicago in exchange for testimony that could put Terry away for good.

Medical help: Experiential Avoidance - Mickey’s headaches get worse with age, so Ian convinces him to let a doctor look into it.

[you-are-so-much-better-than-that]

Season 1 Episode 6

This episode opens with a recap of the previous episodes, and a moment that…never happened between Ian and Kash, but was included in the recap. And I looked. It’s not even in a deleted scene they gave us. Who edits this shit?? Who writes these lines?? What did Kash say to warrant this response from Ian?? 

Ian’s Queer Education was needed way before Trevor. At least now he knows that gender is a construct.

The episode opens up to Fiona and Steve getting frisky while Debbie makes Carl breakfast. Carl was a really freaky kid. This is him burning his action figures.

Before Steve could finish (his fault--he wasn’t focusing), the lights go out. Fiona runs out to meet Hector, telling him she forgot to pay the bill even though they have it. This is the sort of storyline that makes Shameless great. It honestly doesn’t affect any of the other storylines (Fiona’s stress about Carl, Lip’s SAT stuff, Frank’s bad guy shit, Mickey stealing from the Kash and Grab), but it adds to Fiona’s constant underlying stress to keep this family afloat at all times. And it serves as a reminder that this show at its core is about a very poor American family. Poverty in America! Never forget!

Karen informs Sheila that it’s parents’ night at school. She invites ‘Daddy Frank’, knowing Sheila probably can’t and not wanting Eddie there at all. Frank refuses.

Lip gets a visitor who doesn’t wanna pay full price for a paper--gfy Warren. Ian is emptying out the fridge so the food doesn’t spoil. Fiona is annoyed with Steve because she blames him for distracting her, making her forget to pay the bill.

Linda is back and giving Kash shit for short inventory. Some assholes show up at the Gallagher house. The kids are heading out to school. Carl hands Fiona a note and Fiona says it’s from last Friday and it’s now Wednesday. I’m assuming It’s Wednesday Dec 15th.

The assholes from earlier enter the Gallagher house looking for Frank. Luckily, the Killing Bat is right on the couch. They threaten Fiona because Frank owes them 6 grand. Who gives Frank 6 grand!

Ian, Lip, and Karen are speaking to a potential customer. Sheila uses a VR headset to mimic leaving the house. Fiona finds Frank at the Alibi, obviously, to ask about the assholes that came by the house, and he gives her a bullshit story. She also tells him to show up for Carl’s parent night. He refuses. Is it just me, or does Frank especially suck in season 1?

Anyway, those men show up, too, and scare Frank off right after he proclaims that no one scares Frank Gallagher. Once more, Frank’s ability to hang on to his beer is astounding.

He’s running and drinking at the same time! This should be an Olympic sport! (Heh--timely joke)

Sheila fails at the VR activity. Fiona is in line to pay the electricity bill. Steve is stealing a car. Ian, Lip, and Karen are hanging out in the bathroom smoking and discussing Lip’s rather interesting ideas about mastering the book report. Shoulda used this shit in university. Some of Lip’s previous customers come by to show their gratitude.

Fiona tries to speak to Carl’s teacher and principal. Carl made a papier-mache poop. The teacher isn’t impressed. They’re pretty rude about it. Now these are the kind of educators that should be forced to stay for Saturday detention. Assholes.

Sheila is begging Frank to go to Karen’s parent night. Frank refuses again. Those men come looking for Frank at Sheila’s. Frank escapes while they take their shoes off. They’re criminals, but they respect Sheila’s home, bless their hearts. 

(Quick side note: we see a view of Frank’s shoes and one shoe lace is still different from episode 2. The costume consistency is amazing. If only the timeline was too.)

We find out who’s been stealing from the Kash and Grab and it’s Mickey 😍. I did notice this thing he does. Mickey’s waiting outside the Kash and Grab to go inside. He waits until Linda leaves before he makes his entrance. He’s not there to threaten a woman, which is very Mickey.

Mickey grabs a box of his favourite snackies, and he’s even super helpful with Kash’s inventory.

He’s so fucking cute while stealing. And Ian is even cuter when he’s upset about Mickey stealing. This is Ian’s ‘Mickey is stealing stuff and I’m not happy about it’ face.

We get a flashback of Terry who used to steal from the Kash and Grab. Terry is apparently in prison. Guess he doesn’t stay there long.

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I guess Terry and I have one thing in common and that’s our hatred of Kash. 

Anyway, Mickey all but invites Ian to come fuck him on his way out.

Fiona gets the lights back on. Lip writes another SAT test but gets caught. Karen blackmails Frank into going to parents’ night. Linda finds out about Mickey’s stealing shit and takes Ian and Kash shooting under the L. Linda is a very good shot. Kash is not. But Ian--well.

Could you imagine if Mickey were to have witnessed this moment--

--followed by this smirk?

Mickey woulda cum his pants at this little display.

Lip takes a new SAT and gets every question correct. The fact that he is this brilliant makes how he ends up such a tragedy. I get seriously in my feels when it comes to Lip.

Anyway, this educator threatens Lip with bodily harm. Once more, the educators on this show need to find other jobs. Or an anger management class. He’s 16 dude.

Fiona and Lip go to Carl’s school again. These assholes want to kick Carl out. They suggest a lobotomy. And this is one of the nicer things they say about Carl. I hate these assholes. Honestly, I know a lot of teachers, and not a single one would ever say anything like this.

Frank goes with Karen to parent night. The Home Alone robbers wanna be’s find him. Steve comes in and saves the day by sharing a joint with the principal and offering a teacher discount for more weed in exchange for keeping Carl in school.

On the way out, they run into Frank and Karen. The Gallagher kids are heartbroken that he’d show up for Karen and not them. At home, they have an intervention for Carl so that he could stop beating the crap out of all the other kids.

Frank is an asshole and we know it. He never does a kind thing for his kids. And then there’s a scene like this one with Sheila and, he’s so kind to her, especially when it would be easy not to be, like Eddie is. Moments like this are why this show is brilliant.

Steve makes all these promises about how he’s gonna stick around and that Fiona has to stop being so afraid. We know better.

One of Lip’s old customers whose score has been invalidated shows up at the house. He’s unhappy, but Killer Carl saves the day. This kid becomes a cop, guys. A COP.

What a great episode! And to make things very simple for me, this whole episode takes place in one day, and I believe that day is Wednesday, December 15th. Pretty straight forward, I think.

[scarlet-witchery]

okay so this is for @callivich @mickittotheman @holymurdock @m4ndysk4nkovich and @depressedstressedlemonzest and any other canine coded Mickey lovers out there

this is an au where supernatural beings are known and go out and about their whole shtick like humans do, but there are ofc some tensions between regular people and those of the supernatural persuasion (this isn't a hard and fast rule but you got a lot vampires on the Northside, werewolves on the Southside, witches everywhere, etc.)

Mickey is ofc part of the Milkovich pack who are well-known on the Southside and even though werewolves tend towards matriarchal hierarchy in my personal canons, Terry rules his pack with an iron fist. Mickey and Mandy and their siblings do what they can to get by but they've definitely got scars from fights with other packs because Terry wants to be a big dog (no pun intended) and starts shit where shit doesn't need to be started

the Gallaghers are human, but Ian has a fascination with supernaturals even though Fiona and Lip tell him that's stupid and he should just avoid them, but he ends up making friends with Mandy—as in canon they adore each other because they are best friends in spite of a rocky start (this does involve Ian getting chased by her brothers in wolf and human form, and he may or may not piss his pants in terror over that) and she protects him the same as he does for her

I'm not 100% sure how things would be the same/different from canon in how gallavich gets together (although I think werewolf Mickey would definitely scare the shit out of Kash and threaten him away from Ian once the boys got together, because he's so guard dog coded 🥰) but there's definitely some opportunity for some fun things to go down—also Mandy hanging out with the Gallaghers and their human friends helps to break down the misconceptions about wolves, at least for them (Fiona is naturally Concerned About It but Ian is like it's Mandy it's fine leave her alone)

the big change would be that Mickey doesn't go to juvie in s2, that whole thing where Frank catches the boys doesn't happen, which means he's around when Mandy finds out she's pregnant, although something or other prevents him from going after Terry. Mandy, however, changes the whole game when Terry tries to attack Ian and she does in fact kill her dad when he tries to hurt Ian, which means she's now the new leader of the Milkovich pack. Mickey has no problem with this, and he and Iggy and Colin end up being her enforcers (Sandy might be there too but she's more of a literal lone wolf most of the time)

and then Ian and Mickey's relationship can develop unimpeded (Svetlana does show up at some point but she's a witch who does parlor tricks and shit to earn a living, and she and Mickey somehow end up becoming snarky bffs as they should be), and there's even a point where Mickey has to go into some gay Northside vampire club to get Ian because he got caught up in some shady shit, and that's true love baby

but also imagine Ian's surprise and intrigue when it turns out that Mickey is submissive but in the way a guard dog is submissive and he uses his claws and teeth to protect Ian, someone who doesn't let Ian get forgotten and who becomes so incredibly devoted and would like, literally tear someone to shreds to keep Ian safe. but he's also eventually content to lay in the backyard with Ian while in wolf form and be very snuggly (Mandy too, but especially Mickey) and just resting his head on Ian's stomach with those puppy eyes wanting ear scritches

so yeah it's not like, a whole lot of concrete stuff but these are just some general thoughts I've had and I definitely wanna write this at some point soooooo 🤷🏼‍♀️

anyone around and wanna listen to me ramble about werewolf mickey au raise ur hand

[grayintogreen]

Since I hit 200 fics posted to AO3, I thought I'd do the ABC's of fic meme, because I'm only four letters off from having the full set and I'm not entirely sure WHEN I might fill those letters. If I do, I'll just do another one with DIFFERENT FICS.

Fun facts: I have 15 fics that start with "and" and 9 that start with "this."

Given CR is my main fandom and makes up the bulk of my fics, I tried to make them all CR unless I couldn't (note: I could) and stuck to one-shots only (if I could- note: i could). If at all applicable, I chose the ones that I love that don't have as much attention because why not circulate them a bit?

I'm not apologizing for how many are Tombtakers-related. Those are my children and also have the least attention because... I'm fixated on minor characters.

OKAY LET'S DO THIS.

A: all the things we gave up for the things we could gain. (Creecien) I have been told that this fic actively punches you in the face and steals your lunch money.

B: born for the scythe and the thorn. (Jayne Merriweather) Most of my B fics broke the threshold of "a decent amount of attention." This one was written for Critmas last year and I can't even remember if I actually let it hit the main tag. It's just a little Jayne backstory fic.

C: cut my teeth on the bread of pure temptation. (Essek & Lucien) This is one of my only Essek POV fics. Just a random meeting between Essek and the Tombtakers in the style of the Last Temptation of Christ, because I'm a pretentious asshole.

D: don't be chosen- make the choice to choose. (Kingsley & Orly) Another fic I wrote for last year's Critmas. A little conversation between Orly and King.

E: every dream i dream is founded in what came before. (Lucien) I know I link this one a lot and I didn't want to do it again, but it's one of my favorite Lucien character studies.

F: for the laughter in her eyes, i'd be a madman to refuse. (Lucien & Jester) This one actually broke my kudos threshold but shhh. I love it.

G: give me black cat bones as the clock strikes thirteen. (Tombtakers) A Tombtakers caper-fic that I love dearly.

H: he'll never know how much you've done. (Creecien) This one is set in the same timeline as this church takes no conversions but it doesn't require you to have read it. It's just some weird Creecien h/c with the usual Lucien bastard shit.

I: it's all swords and spades so cut me slowly. (Kash & Zahra) a rare CR1 fic from me. I just love writing Kash POV.

J: just tell me i'm allowed to stay right where you are. (Creecien) LOOK THIS WAS THE ONLY J FIC. I'm not picking the Creecien fics on purpose. (mostly)

K: the king lies bleeding. This one is, admittedly, the ninth part of an overarching fic series so it means nothing to most people unless you just wanna read Lucien getting dom-bombed by Cree for being reckless while Caleb is just like "that's hot." It's my only K fic okay.

L: life is not a game that has a clear and present winner. (Beau & Molly) A little Beau and Molly friendship fic with Molly character development.

M: may your princes understand you (may your wolves get out alive). (Jester & Artagan) This one also beat my kudos threshold but it was the lowest of the CR M's. And I still love this fic- the villain of it was the OC that Ira replaced in OUADYA.

N: never trust the tenor of the skies. ANOTHER FIC FROM EARTHQUAKE WEATHER. IT WAS THE ONLY N. Whatever man. The combination redemption arc/corruption arc is great. You just probably don't want to come in on the middle. (also yes I know i got the god wrong from Caleb's backstory, but it's an AU)

O: once you see the midway, you've already lost. (Jester and Artagan) I think we're seeing a theme in what I write. This one is a cute little thing I wrote for Critmas. I love writing Artagan interacting with other fey.

P: prayed at your altar with a pilgrim's devotion. (Creecien) Yeah, look, shut up. This one is just MEAN. And a horror story.

Q: No fic.

R: remember me as something bigger than i was. (Yasha & Kingsley) Another Critmas story. I love writing stories about the Nein accepting Kingsley's decision to treat Molly like a brother and adopting him as THEIR baby brother too.

S: said the fool to his majesty dethroned. (Molly & Lucien) I was trying not to do super recent fics, but most of the S-fics were either multichapters or fics that had plenty of attention and this one was my favorite Mollymauk Week fic.

T: trapped in the walls of my skin. (Lucien) WHO WANTS TO READ A HORROR STORY ABOUT COMING BACK TO YOUR BODY USED AND VIOLATED. SURE YA DO.

U: No fic.

V: a victim that doesn't play fair. (Beau) This one was the only fic that started with v. Warnings for gladiator slavery, etc. It has a happy ending.

W: when the ice melts, will we still be skating circles?: (Creecien) This was my first Creecien fic, guys!! It's just as terrible as you'd expect of these assholes!

X: No fic.

Y: you will be the king no longer when we reach the glade. (Jester and Lucien) Every great Lucien redemption story starts with a panic attack. Also I love the reoccurring lines in this one. And also star Molly.

Z: No fic.