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Strictly Overtime

✦ oneshot

Reader x Kento Nanami | 18+ MDNI

cw: smut, slow-burn tension, intense passion, controlled dominance, built-up tension, filthy, aftercare, round two, soft dominance, deep penetration, praise, overstimulation, passion masked as restraint

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The first rule of working late with Kento Nanami was simple:

Do not flirt with him.

You learned this on your third joint mission — back when you thought teasing him might break that stoic expression. It hadn’t.

He’d only raised a brow and muttered, “This isn’t the time, or the place.”

So you didn’t try again. Not really.

But still… the air changed every time it was just the two of you. Quiet. Heavy. Loaded with things unsaid. And when he removed his tie after 6 p.m., sleeves rolled up, shirt clinging just so…

You always stayed a little later than necessary.

Just in case.

Tonight wasn’t supposed to be different.

You were cataloging cursed object records in the backroom of the archives — he was assisting, clipboard in hand, precise and focused as ever. It was already 8:13 p.m.

Definitely overtime by Nanami’s standards.

“I don’t suppose you’re planning to log these properly?” he asked without looking up, eyeing the sloppy stack of scrolls on your desk.

You smiled. “Why? You going to report me?”

His pen paused mid-line.

And then… he looked up.

“Maybe I should.“

Your breath caught.

His tone was neutral. But his eyes weren’t.

Not tonight.

You stood, moving closer to grab another box, deliberately brushing past him.

Too close.

And he didn’t move away.

His eyes followed you, slowly, deliberately, lingering just a little too long on the curve of your waist as you bent to lift it.

“Need help?” he asked, voice low.

“From you?” You smirked. “Didn’t think you believed in teamwork after 6.”

“I don’t,” he said flatly. “But I’m reconsidering.”

Your eyes met.

The air crackled between you.

He took a slow step forward. You froze — box in hand — as he reached past you to place another scroll on the shelf.

But his hand brushed your hip.

Deliberate.

Testing.

When you didn’t pull away, he straightened — close enough that you could smell the subtle musk of his cologne, see the tension in his jaw.

“You’ve been testing my patience,” he said softly. “For weeks.”

Your pulse thudded in your ears.

“You never said stop,” you whispered.

His gaze dropped to your lips.

“No,” he said. “I didn’t.”

And then — finally — he kissed you.

It wasn’t tentative.

It wasn’t slow.

It was controlled. Commanding. Nanami.

His hand found the back of your neck, pulling you in with a precision that felt more like claiming than kissing. He backed you against the shelving unit, lips moving against yours like he’d memorized every reaction.

You moaned softly as his tongue slid against yours — calculated, thorough, devastatingly good.

By the time he pulled back, you were breathless.

“I don’t like distractions,” he murmured.

“Then stop kissing me like that.”

His eyes darkened.

“No,” he said. “I don’t think I will.”

The Line has been crossed.

Your back hit the shelves with a quiet thud.

Nanami kissed you again—harder this time. Slower, but with that same purposeful intensity. Like he’d been planning this. Like he’d waited long enough.

You barely noticed your file box fall to the floor, scrolls tumbling across the tile. His hands were too focused—one braced against the wall by your head, the other gripping your waist with an authority that made your knees weak.

“I’ve stayed quiet for your sake,” he muttered between kisses.

His mouth moved to your jaw, then your throat. “Told myself it was unprofessional.”

You gasped as he nipped your collarbone. “It is…”

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye.

“I don’t care anymore.”

He reached down and slid your shirt from your shoulders in one fluid motion—neat, practiced, efficient. You felt his breath falter when his eyes met bare skin, and for a split second, something fierce flickered in his usually composed expression.

His tie came off with a snap.

“Turn around,” he said quietly. “Hands on the shelf.”

You stared.

He raised a brow. “Or was this just a game to you?”

Your stomach fluttered.

You turned.

Your palms hit the cool wood of the shelf, breath catching as his hands returned—warm, firm, now sliding up beneath your skirt. He didn’t rush. He dragged his thumbs along the inside of your thighs, parting them, brushing higher…

“Already wet.”

You whimpered.

He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck—soft, reverent. A stark contrast to the way his fingers slipped under the edge of your underwear and found you, slow and teasing.

“This is what I’ve been avoiding,” he murmured. “How easily I’d lose myself in you.”

He curled two fingers inside, and you nearly choked on a moan.

Nanami moved like a man who knew exactly what he was doing—and exactly how far he could push you before you fell apart.

His fingers worked you open, precise and thorough, the heel of his palm grinding slow against your clit with every pass.

“Don’t hold back,” he said. “I want to hear you.”

You were already gasping, arching into his touch, fighting the tremble in your legs.

“N-Na—”

“Say it.”

“Kento—!”

He stilled his hand completely. You whimpered in frustration.

“I said say it,” he repeated, lower now. Rougher.

“Please, Kento.”

He kissed your shoulder, slow and dark.

“Good girl.”

When you came—legs shaking, hips jerking back into his palm—he held you firmly through it. No rushing. No teasing. Just the quiet, steady strength of a man who understood every inch of restraint and exactly when to let it break.

He didn’t stop there.

His fingers slid out, and you heard the sound of his belt unfastening—clean, metallic, inevitable.

You looked over your shoulder, panting.

He was watching you. Hair mussed, tie gone, shirt wrinkled. His cock already out—thick, flushed, gripped tightly in one elegant hand.

“Kento,” you breathed.

He stepped in close behind you.

“No more overtime,” he murmured against your ear.

“After tonight, I’m not keeping this quiet anymore.”

And then—he pushed inside you.

The stretch made you cry out.

Full. Deep. Hot.

His hands gripped your hips and held you steady as he bottomed out—slow, inch by inch, letting you feel the weight of him, the overwhelming presence he carried even in bed.

“You take me so well,” he groaned. “Better than I imagined.”

You clenched around him, the praise firing through your chest like a live wire.

“I thought about this too,” you admitted breathlessly. “So many times.”

He pulled out halfway and thrust back in hard, making you gasp.

“You should’ve told me,” he muttered. “I would’ve made time.”

Nanami’s pace was relentless but focused. Not wild—never wild. Each thrust was measured, powerful, the work of a man who knew how to build pressure until it boiled over.

You felt the shelf rattle with every push.

Your moans turned into soft cries, your fingers gripping the wood in front of you as he wrecked your body like a well-paid job.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmured, voice tight. “You’re perfect.”

You nodded, dizzy with heat. “Don’t stop. Please—”

“I won’t,” he said. “Not until you break for me again.”

And you did.

Mouth open, body shaking, back arching as you came around him—wet, clenching, full—and that finally broke his control.

He cursed under his breath, pulled you flush against his chest, and thrust deep a few more times before he spilled inside you with a low groan, head dropping to your shoulder.

Silence stretched for several seconds.

Only your breathing.

Only the sweat cooling on your skin.

Then—Nanami reached for his tie, still hanging nearby.

And with an ease that made your knees weak again, he cleaned his hand… and helped you tuck your shirt back into place.

“Should I apologize?” he asked, voice quieter now, steady.

You turned, resting against the shelf, lips still parted, cheeks flushed.

“For what?”

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “For doing this here. Now.”

You smiled.

“If you hadn’t, I would’ve.”

That made him laugh—softly, genuinely.

“Well then,” he said, fixing the cuffs of his shirt like he hadn’t just ruined you.

“I suppose we’re both working overtime.”

The silence after was almost reverent.

Nanami still stood close, his breathing slow but audible, body radiating heat. He didn’t say anything as he helped you straighten your skirt and smooth your shirt, still buttonless at the top.

But when his hand lingered at the small of your back—

You knew he wasn’t done.

“I’ll clean this up,” you offered, glancing at the scattered scrolls and records across the floor.

He didn’t let go of you.

“I’m not concerned about the mess,” he said quietly.

His voice had dropped again—that rich, low register that slid right down your spine.

You turned slowly, meeting his gaze.

Gone was the strict professionalism. Gone was the carefully managed distance.

Kento Nanami looked like a man who’d crossed a line and didn’t regret it for a second.

“You didn’t finish,” he said softly, eyes dropping to your still-bare collarbone. “Not really.”

You blinked. “Kento—”

He was already taking your hand.

“Come with me.”

The break room couch was small. Narrow. Uncomfortable by most standards.

But with Nanami lowering you gently onto it—hands careful, mouth brushing yours between every movement—it felt like the softest place in the world.

“You okay?” he asked, kneeling between your legs, unbuttoning your blouse again—this time slowly.

You nodded. “Better than.”

He kissed your sternum. “You don’t have to prove anything.”

You reached for his tie again, smiling as you pulled it loose. “I know. That’s why I want to.”

This time, there was no rush.

No rough urgency or frantic grip.

Just him—methodical and thorough, like he’d set out to memorize you.

He dragged his mouth down your body with reverence, tasting your skin, sighing softly when he reached your inner thighs.

“Let me take my time,” he said.

And he did.

His mouth on you was devastating.

Gentle but firm. Tongue deliberate. Fingers teasing your entrance, slick with your first orgasm and his earlier release, stroking deep and slow while his lips sucked at your clit with maddening control.

You tried to be quiet.

He didn’t let you.

“Don’t hide it,” he murmured. “I want to hear what I do to you.”

You whimpered, hips lifting as he curled his fingers deeper, hitting a spot that made your whole body shudder.

“That’s it,” he said, voice rough. “ Yes. Let go.”

Your second orgasm came in waves—smaller, trembling, but so much deeper. You clenched around his fingers, thighs shaking.

He didn’t stop.

Not until you pulled at his hair, tugging him up, needing more.

“Inside,” you whispered.

Nanami hovered over you, flushed and focused, sliding his cock back through your folds.

“You’re sure?”

You reached up, guiding him in yourself.

“Yes.”

The second time was slower.

But deeper.

More intense.

He thrust in with an aching kind of precision—watching your face, your breathing, the way your body reacted to every inch.

No games now. No teasing.

Just his hips pushing forward, cock dragging along every sensitive part of you, his mouth at your shoulder as he whispered your name like a prayer.

“You feel unreal,” he muttered. “Like you were made to fit me.”

You clenched around him. “Kento—please—”

“Shh,” he murmured. “Let me have you. Just like this.”

He gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him on each thrust, deeper, deeper, deeper, until you could barely form words anymore.

When your third orgasm hit—softer, but drawn out and overwhelming—he kissed you through it.

Not frenzied.

Not demanding.

Just slow, deep kisses while he fucked you through the aftershocks.

And when he finally spilled inside you again, chest pressed to yours, arms wrapped around your shoulders, face buried in your neck—

It was quiet.

Like a secret.

Like something sacred.

He didn’t pull out right away.

He stayed there, holding you, breath slowing, one hand moving gently up and down your side.

“I’ve wanted this,” he said softly, lips brushing your temple.

“For how long?” you asked.

“Long enough that I almost convinced myself I didn’t.”

You reached up and touched his jaw—his beautiful, tired face.

“You don’t have to go back to pretending.”

He smiled.

“I wasn’t planning to.”

He helped you clean up, even brought you a warm towel from the nearby utility sink. He re-buttoned your blouse for you. Adjusted your necklace.

It was the quietest tenderness you’d ever been given.

Nanami didn’t ask for your number.

He already had it.

But he did say:

“Tomorrow night. Dinner. Something slow. Something… normal.”

You grinned, tugging him down for one last kiss.

“Only if we skip dessert again.”

He chuckled against your lips.

“No promises.”

-

The sunlight crept in through the half-closed blinds, slicing warm golden lines across the modest walls of Nanami’s apartment.

You lay in his bed—soft sheets, minimal decor, a space as neat and structured as the man himself.

Except now?

It wasn’t neat anymore.

A tie draped across the lamp. Your skirt pooled at the foot of the bed. His shirt—your current blanket—was wrinkled beyond recognition, one button missing entirely.

And beside you, propped against the headboard, was Kento Nanami.

Reading.

With glasses on.

You stared. “You wear those?”

He didn’t look up. “Only in the morning. When I’m not expecting company.“

You smirked. “Guess I’m special.”

“You were that before you spent the night.”

That made your heart skip.

He glanced at you then, over the rim of his glasses. Hair messy, jaw shadowed, the clean lines of his body half-covered by a bedsheet.

Kento looked devastating in the morning light.

And worst of all?

Soft.

“You don’t have to stay,” he said carefully. “If you’ve got work. Or if… last night was just an anomaly.”

You sat up, letting his oversized shirt slide open at the collar.

“Do I seem like I want to leave?”

His eyes flicked down. Paused.

Then back to your face.

“No,” he admitted. “But I’ve learned not to assume.“

You leaned over, kissed his jaw.

“Assume this,” you murmured. “I’d stay all morning if you let me.”

His hand slid across your thigh under the sheet. Warm. Grounding.

“You can stay as long as you like.”

He got up eventually—only to make coffee.

You padded into the kitchen behind him, shirt half-buttoned, bare legs brushing tile. Watching him in his boxers, hair slightly tousled, pouring freshly ground beans into a French press like it was a ritual.

He passed you a mug without a word, like he’d already memorized how you take it.

You sipped.

“Mmm. Dangerous.”

He glanced over. “Too strong?”

“No. You.”

You grinned. “You’re very… domestic in the morning. It’s a trap.”

He didn’t smile.

But the tip of his ear definitely turned pink.

You leaned against the counter, sipping coffee and studying him.

His back. The muscles. The smooth way he moved.

And the bruises he hadn’t even noticed on his neck from the night before.

“You left marks on me too,” he said without looking up.

Your brows lifted. “Yeah?”

He nodded once. “Here.”

He tapped the base of his throat. “And here.”

He pointed lower, under the waistband of his boxers. “But I’m not showing you that one.”

You tilted your head. “Why not?”

He finally met your gaze.

And smirked.

“Because if I do, we’re not leaving this kitchen.”

You finished your coffee in record time.

And when you reached for his hand to lead him back to the bedroom—

He followed without hesitation.

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Build-A-Boyfriend Chapter X: 100%

->Starring: AI!AteezxAfab!Reader ->Genre: Dystopian ->Cw: Explicit language (literally one word)

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The lab was quiet.

Not the kind of quiet that brought peace, but the kind that buzzed beneath the skin. A held breath. A pause before the fall.

Yn stood at the diagnostics table, her face lit by the glow of the console. San’s core lay open beneath her fingers, a gleaming lattice of memory conduits and neural threadspreads precisely aligned. Every piece had been placed with obsessive care.

The latest test result pulsed on the screen:

[TEST 12 COMPLETE – ALL SYSTEMS NORMAL] [NO ERRORS DETECTED. CORE STABILITY: 97%] [REBUILD APPROVED]

She stared at it, unmoving.

Behind her, Seonghwa finally broke the silence with a breath. “Ninety-seven. That’s incredible. You did it.”

But Yn didn’t answer.

Her jaw tightened.

Then she shook her head. “It’s not good enough.”

Seonghwa blinked. “What?”

“I want one hundred percent,” she said, backing away from the console. She paced once, turned sharply. “If we’re sending him out, if this is it, he needs to be perfect. No weak threads. No missed fragments.”

“You’ve already run twelve full diagnostics.”

“Then I’ll run thirteen.”

And she did.

She ran them all over again. She re-scanned the emotional mapping circuits, re-threaded two fragile neural stems, and adjusted three logic conditions that didn’t technically need adjusting. But they might someday. That was reason enough.

For hours, she didn’t stop.

Her fingers blurred across the interface. Her eyes stung from lack of sleep. But she pushed on, calibrating until the system hesitated before starting the thirteenth pass, like it understood the weight of what was coming.

It took longer this time. Every code check moved slower. Every metric triple-checked itself.

And then

[TEST 13 COMPLETE – ALL SYSTEMS OPTIMAL] [CORE STABILITY: 100%] [REBUILD CONFIRMED – UNIT READY]

Yn exhaled like a wave finally cresting and breaking. Her shoulders slumped. The screen blurred for a moment before her vision refocused.

A hand settled gently on her shoulder. Seonghwa.

“You got it,” he murmured. “One hundred.”

She nodded slowly. “He’s ready.”

Seonghwa’s gaze drifted to the memory thread packet still queued at the side of the console, San’s archived experience log.

“I’ll start syncing the memory,” he offered.

“No,” Yn said sharply. Then, softer, “Don’t give it back.”

Seonghwa turned toward her. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “His personality code is too empathetic. He’d torture himself for something he doesn’t even remember. He’ll still feel guilty without context. He always does. But maybe without the memory, he won’t let it define him.”

“You want a clean slate.”

“I want him to have a shot,” she said. “And I want this launch to go right.”

Seonghwa studied her for a beat. Then nodded and slid the memory file aside. “No memory restore. San goes out clean.”

Twelve hours later, the lab was silent and immaculate. Every cable was sealed, every pod humming in standby. The diagnostic board blinked green across the board.

Seven synced prototypes.

And one freshly rebuilt core, confirmed at 100%.

Yn stood alone at the control panel, the soft glow of the pods reflecting in her eyes. Inside them, the boys stood motionless in containment cradles:

Hongjoong, then Yunho, then Yeosang, then San, then Mingi, then Wooyoung, then Jongho

And finally, Seonghwa.

He’d entered his dock that morning, looked at her one last time, and said, “You’ve got this. I'll see you soon.”

His pod sealed with a quiet hiss. She hadn’t looked away until the vitals lit green.

San’s pod was last.

Whole again. Chestplate sealed. His core, once fractured and bleeding corrupted code, now pulsed in perfect rhythm with the monitors.

He was ready.

He just wouldn’t remember.

And that, she reminded herself, was the point.

The lab doors slid open.

Vira entered, heels echoing across the smooth floor, arms clasped behind her back. Her gaze swept over the row of stasis pods like someone admiring fine art.

“Amazing,” she murmured. “Still gives me chills. This is what we’ve worked for.”

She stopped briefly in front of San’s pod, eyes narrowing with approval. “Beautiful, aren’t they?”

Yn straightened. “Yes, ma’am.”

“All systems green?”

“Every diagnostic cleared. Final test at one hundred percent. Launch is ready.”

Vira smiled. “Perfect. Let’s get them moving.”

As she turned to log the final clearance, Yn stepped to the master console.

Seven names blinked in sequence:

SEONGHWA: SYNCED HONGJOONG: SYNCED YUNHO: SYNCED YEOSANG: SYNCED SAN: SYNCED MINGI: SYNCED WOOYOUNG: SYNCED JONGHO: SYNCED

Eight in total. Flawless.

She hesitated only once.

Then tapped CONFIRM.

The convoy pulled into Hala City just after sunrise. A sleek line of matte-black KQ transport trucks cruised beneath the silver morning haze, escorted by armed drones flanking their sides.

Inside the head truck, the prototype containers were strapped down to avoid damage from transport. Eight original models. Sealed. Silent.

By the time they reached the factory, the sun hovered low behind the towers, casting long shadows across the loading yard.

The bay doors hissed open.

Technicians in deep navy uniforms stood waiting, rows of women already in motion, synchronized like machinery. No chatter. Only focused execution.

“Unloading team, bay six,” called the shift lead. “Secure pods to glide rails. Confirm vital scan pings before replication.”

Fog rolled from the trailer interiors as containment pods were revealed, lined two-by-two like honored relics.

One by one, the workers slid them onto hover-gliders.

First pod. Second. Third.

Each was scanned and cleared.

Then came the fifth.

A younger worker, new to the rotation, moved too fast. Her glove caught on the stabilizer hook.

“Careful!”

But it was too late.

The pod slammed sideways against the edge of the bay floor, then thudded back into place upright. The sound cracked through the air like a fault line forming.

“Shit,” the worker breathed, scrambling to check the seals. “I—It’s fine, the lights are still steady. No external breach.”

The supervisor rushed over, tapping the readout on the side of the pod. After a moment, the indicators returned green. Containment secure. Internal systems registering stable. No outward signs of damage.

“Move it into bay six,” the supervisor said after a beat. “Just watch your handling next time.”

The girl nodded, still breathless, and wheeled the pod back into line. It slid into formation without fanfare.

No one noticed the brief flicker in the internal diagnostic bar. No one questioned the single red pulse before it faded.

Not yet.

Inside the replication chamber, rows of scanners glowed beneath sterile light. Each original prototype was slotted into its bay, data siphoned and copied, physical blueprints, behavioral programming, and synthetic bio-rhythms all mapped and mirrored.

Spun into five flawless duplicates per model.

Forty clones.

Identical in charm. Identical in beauty. Identical in code.

Later that evening, the final log closed.

Production complete.

The new units were prepped for shipment to the Build-A-Boyfriend flagship store in Sector 1, elegantly staged behind velvet curtains for the official unveiling.

The originals?

Re-sealed. Returned to pods. Gently slid back into the trucks.

Back to KQ Labs.

All was perfect.

Almost.

Because one pod, indistinguishable from the rest, carried something no scan had caught.

A barely visible fracture curled along a neural joint, hidden beneath gel layers and armored plating. And deep inside the casing, behind insulated code and light-matter buffers, a single diagnostic light blinked red.

Just once.

The lead technician glanced up, sensing the flicker.

“Hm. That’s weird,” she murmured. “Glitch in the system?”

She tapped the glass.

The light turned green again.

Satisfied, she moved on.

The pods were locked in place. Immaculate. Uniform. Silent.

As the truck door closed and the latch sealed, the internal feed caught a final glimpse.

A tiny shift. A subtle fault.

And the tag on the container?

Model: ATEEZ-HWA-ORI

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Eddie Munson Contentment (f) [pt2]

𝐏𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥

Joel Miller Whiskey & Wine (a)(f)

𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚

Tommy Miller Wild Hornets (f)(s) 18+ Until I Found Her (a) (f) The Way You’ll See Me | d 18+

[district-thirteen-intern]

📎 Intern Log #001: Weaponized Baking

Today I asked Peeta Mellark for an interview for the Rebellion Records Archive. He handed me a warm cinnamon roll, smiled sadly, and said, “Isn’t this enough?”

I have cried twice and turned in no reports. I think I’ve been emotionally compromised.

— District 13's Least Favorite Intern

[deityoftherain]

how to post a work on ao3: a thorough step-by-step guide

Firstly, log in to your archiveofourown.org account. If you don't already have one, sign up for one as soon as possible for it takes about a week to verify you and give you access to an account.

Once logged in, look at the top left corner of your screen. Click the "Post" button and then "New Work" after that.

Note: I am using a site skin so the colors will look different than the default site.

After you open a New Work, your screen should look something like this:

You will fill out all the fields and then post. If you want to be guided through that step by step, continue reading under the cut. This step-by-step guide is separated by Tags, Preface, Associations, Privacy, and Work Text (+ Post).

Tags Section

The first selection you will be making is the Rating. I have attached the guide AO3 has below when you click on the question mark, but here is how I would describe them in movie/TV rating terms based on how I've seen them used throughout my experience using AO3.

General Audiences is sort of like Rated E for Everyone or PG or TV-Y7. Basically anyone could read it and be okay, even children.

Teen and Up Audiences is like TV-14 or PG-13. If there is cursing or topics people would be scandalized to hear about out of a child's mouth, it should probably go here instead of General Audiences.

Mature, to me, is a more extreme TV-14, which I suppose is like TV-MA or Rated R. The content is more detailed and graphic compared to Teen and Up Audiences. While Teen may have flirting and kissing in it, Mature would have that flirting and kissing lean more sexual and/or descriptive. While Teen may have violence, Mature would have it be more brutal or more graphic. The line can be hard to discern, but just try your best to tag correctly both here and in the Additional Tags section, and you’ll be okay!

Explicit is NC-17 or includes porn/smut. Mature or even Teen may allude to sexual activity, but Explicit will actually show these actions in the writing or art or whatever work is being posted to the archive.

Once your work is rated appropriately, we move to the Archive Warnings. These are fairly straightforward. If your work includes Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, or Underage Sex, mark it as such. If you don't want to tag it with one of those even when it applies for whatever reason, mark it as Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings. If none of these apply, select No Archive Warnings Apply.

You can tag a work with multiple Fandoms, which would make it a crossover. It is good AO3 ettiequte to not mark a work with a lot of fandoms, like having a multi-fandom one shot book. It's usually a good idea to break it up or post the one shots independently.

Either way, you would type the fandom(s) you want, and when it pops up, you select it. Two important tags here to note are Original Work and No Fandom. These are tags you can use as a "Fandom" tag, even if it isn't based off of a specific sort of media.

Categories are simply the type of relationship featured in your work. You can select multiple if more than one are shown in what you are posting.

The relationships section let other achieve users know what relationships are featured in a work. Slashes (/) between names are used for romantic and/or sexual relationships, and ampersands (&) between names are used for platonic and/or familial relationships. Queerplatonic relationships are often tagged with both along with "Queerplatonic Relationship" in the additional tag section, but that choice is up to you.

Much like the relationships section, the characters section allows other archive users to know who is featured in the work. Any characters that show up and/or have a main/major-ish role in the story can be tagged here. You can put "POV Character" or "Character-centric" in the additional tags section to clarify further if desired. If they are background or simply referenced, you may prefer to tag “Minor Character(s)” and/or tag “Mentioned Character” and/or not tag them at all.

Usually, the characters and relationships with the most impact in the work are listed first, and the ones with the least presence in the work are listed last. This isn’t always the case, but it is good practice, and it makes the most sense.

After all that is filled out, you will move on to the additional tags! You can only have 75 tags in all, including character, fandom, and relationship tags, and those tags can only have 100 character max.

I suggesting approaching the additional tags like they’re a place for content warnings and a place to give the reader/viewer a sort of second summary about the content inside. These tags are also things an archive user can filter out or filter for. (I might write up a guide on how to use AO3's filtering system later so be on the look out for that!)

^ the link above and after this text takes you to a Tumblr post with a short guide on how to tag your works on AO3: https://www.tumblr.com/deityoftherain/760205106609291264/i-dont-know-how-to-tag-my-fics-on-ao3-you-say

Here's the summarized version without examples (and here it is with examples): roles, setting, character traits, relationships, genre, tropes/situations, feel, trigger warnings, and extra stuff you want to add!

Congratulations, you've completed the Tags section!

Preface Section

Welcome to the preface section! This is the section where you will put your work's title, summary, and any author's notes!

Work Title is what your work is called! I have a short guide below that you can follow if you need help or ideas on how to title your fics: https://www.tumblr.com/deityoftherain/762257968328835072/tips-on-how-to-title-your-ao3-fic

Add co-creators? is what you would mark if you are posting a collaborative work with another archive user.

Summary is a short-ish description of your work, informing the person viewing it of what they should expect from the story slash work inside if they are to click on your creation.

Notes are author's notes marked at the beginning and at the end of the work! Be careful, because if you deselect the boxes, it does not save. All the text you have written in them will disappear and you cannot get it back.

If you are posting multiple chapters, please remember that these "Notes" specifically are attached to the work itself, so the text marked "at the end" will be at the end with every new addition slash chapter to the work.

Congratulations, you've completed the Preface section!

Associations Section

Welcome to the associations section! This box is under the preface one and should look something sort of like below, but probably different colors due to the creator of this guide using a site skin.

Does this fulfill a challenge assignment: Open Assignments only exists if you have joined an AO3 based exchange. Click here if you want an example of what this can look like using the Traffic Team Support Exchange 2025 as reference. Selecting the open assignment will link your work to the collection and gift your giftee, but this isn't the only way you can do those things.

Post to Collections/Challenges aren't something I am familiar with myself, so I am going to let AO3 explain itself below. It isn't marked with an asterisk (*) so it is not required to be filled out to post like some other things are.

Gift work to is what you fill out if you want to acknowledge a user the work is for or in honor of. If you want people to be able to gift things to you, look at your AO3 settings under the Preferences tab and make sure you allow people to gift you works. When a user is marked to have a work gifted to them, it will be linked to their profile under Gifts and also sent to their email inbox.

This work is a remix, a translation, a podfic, or was inspired by another work is what you would mark if it is one of those things. When you select it, a section like below will open and you are to fill it out accordingly. I edited the image to go more into detail

This work is part of a series is what you would select if you want this work to be linked to other works you have written before. Creations set in the same universe are often connected this way.

This work has multiple chapters should be selected if what you are posting isn't a one shot or to stay self contained into once chapter. When both number signs are the same in #/#, then your work will be marked as complete instead of in progress.

Set a different publication date is what you would do if you're back posting. You would do this if you originally posted on another site and are now crossposting onto AO3 as well. AO3 organizes its fics in fandom categories by publication/update date, so the newest fics will be on the first pages.

Choose a language is just where you select the language you are posting in. If you're reading this, it is most likely that you are posting in English, but that may not be true. Either way, you will mark it here.

Select a work skin is if you want the work you are posting to look a specific sort of way. I've never used this myself, so I am just going to post AO3's explanation. I suggest looking at other tutorials for work skins and site skins if you are curious for other people would know how these work better to explain in-depth far better than I.

Congratulations! You completed the Associations section!

Privacy Section

The screenshot below shows what this section looks like by default.

Only show your work to registered users means that, if you select this, your work will only show up to other people who have an account. A blue lock will go beside the work, and no one outside of the site itself and/or without an account can see what you have posted. This includes preventing discord bots like Archivist and ao3-linker from collecting the information for their posts, instead scoring an error message.

Enable comment moderation is something some creators prefer to select when they want to be choosey on what comments show under their works. Most don't choose to do this unless they have been a victim of users commenting who don't understand "Don't like, don't read.” If you select this option, you will have to manually approve every comment before it is displayed under your work.

Who can comment on this work allows the creator to choose how picky they want to be. It used to default to the first option, but with an increase need for protection against spam bots and those who don't care to understand fandom culture invading fandom spaces semi-recently, the default changed to the second option. Evaluate your preferences and choose which is best for you and your work, but I, personally, switch it to allow both guests and registered users (aka those with an account) to comment.

Congratulations! You completed the Privacy section!

Work Text (+ Post) Section

Last but not least, we are ready to post our work! Text entered in the posting form is not automatically saved, so make sure to always keep a backup copy of your work so you do not lose progress.

You can post with Rich Text or HTML commands.

I personally use google docs to write my works, so what I would do is ctrl+a/cmnd+a to select all the text and then ctrl+c/cmnd+c to copy it all. Next, I would move over to the Rich Text screen as shown above, and then paste it in using ctrl+v/cmnd+v.

Rich Text allows most formatting to transfer over from google docs to AO3 when on the computer. The only issue I have had is with the strikethrough text, which I have to re-add manually. I then go through the text and remove the extra space there sometimes is between paragraphs and make sure all the formatting is correct.

If you are wanting to post an embedded link or an image slash art piece on AO3, I have created this guide for you to follow if you need help: https://www.tumblr.com/deityoftherain/773134727392739328/how-to-embed-images-and-links-on-ao3

Once you fill everything out and think you have it as you want, I recommend pressing the Preview button to see how it will display once it is posted.

Scroll through your work to check that everything is how you want it. Once you scroll to the bottom, you should see something like this:

From here, you can go ahead and Post the work, Save As Draft if you don't want to post just yet, or Edit the work for any mistakes.

Congratulations! You have completed the Work Text and Post sections, as well as learned to post a work on AO3! Wooo :D

[f4rtnite]

Bkdk online dating AU Preview!

Midoriya went home, took off his shoes, and greeted his mom. He went straight to his room and on the computer. Discord was already open and now Midoriya could finally relax, talk with his online friends, and forget about the struggles of his daily life.

While online he would mainly talk with his friends and moderate chats. He would always share fun facts about All Might and was constantly showing off his collection. A lot of people would turn to him when they needed to find specific merchandise. He was also an expert at spotting differences between bootlegs and official products.

He gets a notification, “@exsplosive_might111 has joined the server”

Midoriya immediately welcomed the new user and sends them the rules and verification process. Afterwards the new user posts an introduction. The introduction had quickly caught Midoriya’s attention since there weren't that many 13 year old boys like him in the server. This made him super excited and he started up a conversation with him as soon as possible.

@allmight_is_the_goat0715

Hey @ explosive_might111 you're the same age as me, that's so cool :D There’s not that many young ones here :(

@explosive_might111

Omg really? That’s so cool! can I send a friend request??? :3

Shortly after, they immediately start talking about everything All Might. Midoriya was impressed by how much this guy knew. They started talking about limited edition All Might merch. They both challenged each other to see who had the most/rarest merchandise. Midoriya had more by a long shot, but they noticed that they both had the same limited edition holographic all might card.

Allmight_is_the_goat0715

Wow where did you get that card??? :0 I've hardly met anyone who has it :DDD

Explosive_might111

Got it from a vending machine. Weren't they exclusive to only a few cities here???? I got mine in Musutafu :333

Allmight_is_the_goat0715

OMG ME TOO!1!1!1!1 we must live around the same area :DDD

They had stayed up talking all night. Despite it being a school night and the fact that Bakugou usually goes to bed early, they never stopped chatting. Midoriya, or his online nickname Mikumo, had told his new friend all about his life. He mentioned how he gets bullied but did not bring up that he is quirkless.

Bakugou, or nickname Aka (means red) had told “Mikumo” bits and pieces about his daily life. He felt bad for his new friend who was unfortunately getting bullied, but he felt guilty because Bakugou knows that he's a bully himself. They shared many things about themselves with each other. It was 3am before they had finally decided to go to bed.

Midoriya logged off of discord. He didn't expect to chat with the new user for so long, but he's glad that he did. Most of his online friends were much older than him so it was nice to be able to talk to someone his age and be able to relate to them.

Midoriya turned off his computer and put his phone to charge. He was really looking forward to the next day. Perhaps classes will be easier to sit through since now he has his new friend that he can talk to throughout the day. Midoriya just hopes that he's as active as him so they can talk all the time. He also got excited knowing that his new friend Aka could potentially live close to him. It's been so long since he last had a friend in person. His mom told him to never ever meet up with people he's met online, but Midoriya wouldn't mind meeting this guy sometime.

Did you enjoy reading this? Read the full completed fic here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/58319551/chapters/148525768

[monstrousproductions]

One of my favourite things about SFF is the way it lets you take an issue or an idea, and separate it out so you can look at it more closely in isolation. I think I remember Diana Wynne Jones saying something along those lines - that genre fiction gives you enough distance between the idea and yourself so you can walk around it and see it from all angles.

That's one of the things I've really enjoyed about Travelling Light so far. The archive entries are, by necessity, short and limited in scope. We can't summarise the entirety of a culture and all its iterations in a 10 minute audio log! But we can peel off one idea and give ourselves some space to walk around it and ask questions about it.

Like, in Episode 27 where we see the people protesting their landlords in Nimidol. To me, that wasn't an episode that said, "Our world would be better if we lived like this."

It was more a way of inviting further thought and consideration. What would our world look like if we lived like this? What does it mean to use shame to change people's behaviours? What does private landlording look like in this fictional space, and how do you feel about it?

I like as well that the questions some episodes might raise for one listener might not be the same as for another. Some people really resonated with the people in Episode 13 who used explicit legal contracts to navigate social interactions because in the real world, it really sucks to be caught out by unspoken rules nobody's ever explained.

But there's also something to be explored there about trusting people to keep to the social contract, and how their vibes-based government can do its work - and, more broadly, what do we think the work of government actually is.

I don't know, I'm just having a lot of fun with that! It's one of the really nice things about have such a short episode length - we literally don't have time to get into the nitty gritty of everything, which means there's loads more space for you all to bring your own ideas and interpretations. Which, as a show literally built around audience participation and co-creation, feels appropriate!

[izelthewashbear]

Canary's thrill, the first to kill - chapter 13 (fragment)

First chapter about the final session! I hope you guys will like my take on the finale in WLK!AU :>

After another night spent cramped up in Joel's car, Grian left early to go check up on Ren. When he left the previous night, Ren was not in the best mental state - he could only hope that he finally got over the loss of his closest friend. He knew full well that he was lying to himself. He saw what Martyn became when Ren wasn't around - so he expected Ren to do something similar, but maybe go insane in another direction. He looked at his wristband - his, as the admin, was fairly bigger and more equipped. It came in handy the previous night, when he needed to contact someone outside the server. He could only hope that the message arrived.

As he scrolled through the player list, he also took notice of Jimmy being marked in a strange new color. Immediately, he opened the log of every one of his messages and notifications regarding him.

<server> Solidarity burned to death.

"Wait, what...?" he huffed, stunned by the suddenly revealed news. Jimmy died the previous night... But he wasn't marked as dead. He was marked as... Something else. As if he was neither a player, not a casualty. He hid his wristband under the sleeve of his pullover and ran towards Renwood mound. It was getting worse and worse with every new revelation.

Turns out, he didn't have to run all the way to the canine's base. As he was approaching the hill, he noticed a shovel dug into the ground right next to Martyn's grave. Cautiously, he approached it to discover another hole - and Ren laying in the middle. He was asleep at the moment - but he looked like mess. His long hair was let loose, his eyes were dark from crying all night and his fur looked dull and dirty. His breath hitched, as if he was sobbing even while asleep.

"Oh, Ren..." Grian sighed and rolled his eyes. He really hoped he could team up with the man to take down Jimmy, maybe even win - but Ren was clearly in no shape to do it right now. He crouched over the hole and reached inside, snapping his fingers in front of the dog's face. "Ren... Damnit, Ren, wake up..." he groaned. The canine flinched and let out a louder snore, then slowly started opening his eyes.

"Marty...?" he muttered. His voice was very hoarse, for pretty obvious reasons.

"Uh... No, sorry, it's just me" Grian chuckled. "How are you feeling...?"

"Oh, Grian..." Ren whined and covered his face with his forearm. "Baby, grab that shovel and bury us here, will you?"

[haveyoureadthismcytfic]

Summary: Radio Log of 10/13/2023… G.I.G.S. Dispatch Team… Awaiting Supervisor Review… Log begins: 9:47 PM [GRIAN]: Test, test, everyone’s radio working? [SCAR]: I can hear you loud and clear! [SKIZZ]: All good here. [IMPULSE]: Yep, we’re all good. or, the GIGS phasmo team in a series of radio logs and texts that progressively get more emotional and convoluted than I thought it would when I started writing this

Author: @gladumfdoodles

[paulgadzikowski]

The Hero of Three Faces is fanfiction crossovers, but it’s comic strips with stick figures, but they’re triangles. Click here for cartoon homepage. Or see this blog’s FAQ, or my archive tumblog’s FAQ. Cartoons may contain unmarked spoilers. Cartoons posted to Tumblr 11:00 (Central US time) daily are the previous day’s new update and the posts are pinned to the top of this blog. Cartoons linked from Tumblr 22:00 daily are usually from the archive and the posts are pinned only during annual summer hiatus of new updates; but archive cartoon postings currently are temporarily suspended, and the 11:00 new cartoon post, if any, is reblogged at 22:00.

Thanks for reading.

Dialog transcript: A This ship goes where my will drives it. Captain! We're now at Warp 10! C Your medical mission is completed. It's a good thing I happened along before you lot reached the planet you were aiming for and, I don't know, started breeding a colony or somesuch Spock, I think this is a case of ultimate discretion in the official log Aye, captain. I'll install a governor in the Jeffries Tube to keep the engines from reaching Warp 10 anymore. D Oh no E Warp 10! F Warp 11! G Warp 12! H Warp 13! I Warp 14! Mr. Scott please reinstall your engine governor with all haste Aye

[dragon-scribbling-scribbles]

Spring Log: Spring Fever (9479 words) by dragoneyes Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Persona 1 | Revelations Persona, Persona 2, Persona 3, Persona 4, Persona 5 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nyarlathotep (Shin Megami Tensei)/Philemon (Persona) Characters: Nyarlathotep (Shin Megami Tensei), Philemon (Persona Series), Margaret (Persona Series), Belladonna (Persona Series), Elizabeth (Persona Series), Theodore (Persona Series), Igor (Persona Series), Lavenza (Persona Series), Nameless (Persona) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Kindergarten & Pre-school, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Timelines, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, fluff and comedy, Old Married Couple, Alien Gender/Sexuality, Alien Biology, Alien Sex, Sweet Sex, Cannibalism, Minor Body Horror Elements Series: Part 13 of Amala Preschool series Summary:

Now, he missed the children running to him to show off their drawings.

Now, he missed their constant attempts at involving him into their games.

He even missed Goro's glares full of suspicion.

Watching another daisy slowly bloom under the warm spring sun, he wondered how he was supposed to spend his time.

[firedjinni]

Cache Flush Failure (12133 words) by Rubber Chicken With A Keyboard Chapters: 7/13 Fandom: Rain World (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Five Pebbles & Original Ancient Character(s) (Rain World), Five Pebbles & Looks to the Moon (Rain World) Characters: Five Pebbles (Rain World), Looks to the Moon (Rain World), Original Ancient Character(s), Unparalleled Innocence (Rain World), No Significant Harassment (Rain World), Chasing Wind | Grey Wind (Rain World) Additional Tags: Time Travel, Not A Fix-It, Whump, Epistolary, POV Second Person, (but only a little) - Freeform, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Medical Procedures that are also Extensive Debugging Sessions, (or vice versa?), Amnesia, memory manipulation, Body Horror, References to Saint's campaign, Five Pebbles is not having a good time in this one Summary:

>LOG: FP — General Diagnostic Scan (Output) Another overly technical document you don't care to read. Aside from the unexplained crash, nothing seems to be seriously wrong. >LOG: FP — Malware Scan (Output) This one ends with: SYSTEM STATUS: UNCLEAR. 3836 FILE(S) OF UNKNOWN ORIGIN DETECTED. 1904 POTENTIALLY CORRUPTED FILE(S) DETECTED. NO MALWARE DETECTED. NO SYSTEM MALFUNCTION DETECTED.

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slightly shorter chapter this week, but the shenanigans continue. this is the last we'll be seeing of this pebbles for a little while...

[saleintothe90s]

502. American Girl's DIY Halloween Costumes, 1995 & 1994

Ok, so we all know that the Internet Archive has been down for most of the month, due to a hacking. While it's "read only" right now, you cannot log in to check out a book or a library bound copy of fashion magazines. I wanted to look at some mid to late 90s fall fashions and makeup.

All I can give you right now is American Girl. Yes, the magazine by the doll company. I subscribed this magazine from about ages 10-13, 1993-1997. While I enjoyed reading the short stories that included the American Girl characters, and the paper dolls that would come in the back of the magazine sometimes, I did feel like an outsider looking in sometimes. This magazine did skew to more upper class girls, more goody two shoe girls, girls who were gonna go out of state for college when they were 18. it felt like. I mean, I was watching Real World and listening to music with *gasp* curse words.

I flunked in school a lot, much like Fanny the dog.

I can tell you right now though, that DIY cork board out of cardboard does not work. I tried it back then and in college (where I went in state at the age of 25)

These costume ideas below are from 1995:

Girl, stop. This is beginning to remind me of that Mark Curry “I guess we’re UPS” bit.

Here's a nasty lil Halloween craft involving cookies.

The following are from 1994:

Looking at this as a kid I had no clue what Jay's potato chips was. Is that a up North brand? Story time: I was looking at the newspaper on one Sunday a few weeks after this issue came out. I saw that a girl I went to elementary school with, Amy had won a costume contest because she made this costume. She was at the ~gifted~ middle school while I was at the gritty local middle school. I looked at that photo of her and I was like "SHE COPIED AMERICAN GIRL!! SHE SHOULDN'T HAVE WON!" I was a bitter 11 year old, wasn't I?

I remember looking at this and thinking "she's gonna freeze in that costume".

The night sky is my favorite costume. That's actually pretty original.

Those bag costumes were done to death after this photo. Grapes, jelly beans, other ball shaped candies.

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[goshdangronpa]

@danggirlronpa's Femslash February 2025, Day 13: Notebook

The Lovelorn Log of Ibuki Mioda - goshdangronpa - Dangan Ronpa Series [Archive of Our Own]

How is "character asks out a bunch of people, then realizes their wingman is The One" not a more popular trope for fanfics? Call this new fic a proof of concept, with Ibuki seeking a girlfriend among the SDR2 ladies and Hiyoko serving as wingwoman. I think @zombyne may like this one. Enjoy!

[nicollekidman]

What’s the Spuffy fic? 👀👀

i’m only on chapter 13 but i’m having a great time (it’s private so you’ll need to be logged in)