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deliruousmistakes · 1 year ago

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Let Me Take Your Pain Away (Pt. 1)

Missions don’t always go as planned, they rarely do, actually. Thing is, when they don’t, someone might pay the price with their lifes.

But they won’t let that be Mikey’s case.

Based on @cokowiii’s ‘Just Another Day AU’

Part two here

Part three here

Supply runs are hard, it’s a slow process that tends to make easy objectives out of them, threatening to take the whole community down. Even now, after they’ve figured out how to be mostly self-sustainable, it’s very much indispensable, and each time they have to go farther and farther away in search of resources. However, every now and then, they’ll find something they overlooked in the past; this time, they seem to have found a goldmine (and a nearby one at that).

- “How come we’re only seeing it now? It’s super close.” – They were reviewing the last details of his mission. It’s nothing new and -thankfully- it shouldn’t take long: just a couple days, a week if he’s unlucky.

- “According to my research, something in there exploded, blowing up the roof and exposing the structure to the elements. The question is ‘why?’ though that I do not know, dear brother.” -Donnies eyes were shining, exited with the possibilities- “So be careful, extremely so. Now, regrettably, my current project is time-sensitive, so you go there first and scout the place. Then, if you deem it so, we’ll send a raid team.”

- “Yes, yes. I’ve done this before Dee. I’m a badass mystic warrior, I can handle it.”

- “One thing does not equate the other.”

- “Are you jealous because I’m stronger than you?”

- “Offended gasp, Michelangelo, you did not just-”

- “Cali!” - Mikey had interrupted and discarded his older brother in favour of giving a hug to his beloved husband. – “What are you doing here?”

- “A. I hate you. B. I asked him to come, as I need his help for one last test before you go.” - Answered Donnie.

- “Donieeeee.” - whining would stop neither of them.

- “Oh, well, maybe I wouldn’t have to do this if you didn’t murder my babies as a past time.” – retorted Donnie, though there was no heat behind his words.

- “It’s not on purpose, I swear.” -and it isn’t. Sometimes, his powers just aren’t compatible with his brother’s tech, making the trackers or monitors glitch or straight up die.

- “C’mon, Mikey, better safe than sorry. Let’s get this shit over with.” – persuaded Calimari as he drags a weightless Mikey to a chair. It was quick, have Cali take his vital signs and compare them with the ones on the monitor, the GPS function wasn’t so easy to test, and they’d asses it on the run.

- “Well, that’s it. You can go now. Don’t set on fire anything that isn’t a Krang.”

- “I’ll try.” – And then he stared at Cali - “Mari~”

- “What?”

- “I love you so, so much.” – A chaste kiss follows, but then their eyes don’t meet like usual; instead, Mikey is looking at their hands. Cali know he’s angsting about his death. Again.

The sight made his heart clench, so he got close in order to lick Mikey’s cheek. In response, the other let go, outraged, trying to clean his face with his hand, then proceeded to snatch the robe on Cali’s shoulders with a big, dumb smile on his face. – “Off I go.”

How he wishes he could go with him.

He marches back into the med bay, knowing that he has better things to do than wallow in self-pity. Leo and his team will be back soon, which always means an influx in patients. When they arrive, it’s shown that this time there is no exception, so he bussies himself with the work in front of him… Until he can’t.

It was sudden, from one second to the next. Something cold burned his hand, painful enough to make him drop the papers he was holding. Seeing what was wrong only made it worse. He saw the markings in his left hand. The white, form-fitting, and warm chain now was cold, loose, and had black patches all over it.

- “Cali,” -started Leo, worried tone, and getting closer to him – “what’s-” -the resistance leader froze in place, eyes wide open, but a second later he was leaving the place in a frenzy, pale and almost shoving people out of his way.

Cali figures there’s only one person he’d go to: Donnie.

- “Doctor Calimari, we need-.” - He didn’t get to hear what the request was. When he got to the exit, he could still see Leo at the end of the corridor, but he wasn’t fast enough to catch him, not anymore.

Still, he made a run for Donnie’s lab: his most likely location -and he will beat him if he’s not there-. He kept going even when he could barely breath, his muscles ached and his sight was going dark on the sides. Even so, he made it to the lab, but he couldn’t talk with how much his lungs burned and how he was about to pass out. Mikey’s remaining brothers were there, ignoring him completely.

Listening to them, he gathers that they will leave to search Mikey, who they lost contact with. Given the situation, they might agree to take him. Nonetheless, he won’t risk being told to fuck off. Thus, he plans accordingly.

Cali, waited for the right moment to hide into one of the trucks, from his place in the trunks he can’t see anything, although it shouldn’t take long for them to leave.

- “Oh, sweet Galileo, I finally get to-”

- “Donnie.”

- “Mikey, yes. Of course.” – He sets his horrid music on before flooring it, effectively launching them out of the base.

- “Puta.” – Thankfully, the noise drowned his voice. It’s even better when Leo turns turn the speaker off shortly after.

- “I just need you to keep an eye on it in case the signal comes back.” - Cali’s listening attentively, trying to collect as much information as he can.

- “Let me see if I get this straight: you two were talking, then ‘boom’, then nothing?”

- “Then you arrived, yes.”

Then they stayed silent, and Cali was left with his thoughts. He remembered talking with Mikey about their shared chains, he was right, this is agony.

- “Do you think he’s fine?” – asked Leonardo

- “Yes.”

- “But Cali’s chains-”

- “Just focus on the tablet. We’ll arrive soon.”

- “Okay…” – A pause – “Are you sure it’s working?”

- “Yes ‘Nardo, now stop talking.”

- “But it says Cali’s behind us.”

- “You put a tracker on me!?” – Shit.

- “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Cali!” - God damn it, he planned on staying hidden until they found Mikey. – “You know Donnie puts trackers on everyone! Where are you?”

- “Not everyone.” – Maybe they’ll start fighting and forget about him.

- “I stand corrected, he puts trackers on everyone he cares about. I know this, you know this, everyone does.” – He was blinded by a sudden light. – “What were you thinking?”

- “Get closer and I’m biting your hand off.”

- “Good thing It’s a spare.”

- “It’s not. Leo, stop. I won’t fix it.”

- “Donnie, turn this thing around.”

- “Don’t you dare. Fucking hell, get you priorities straight, I won’t drop dead for going outside. Mikey needs me, or would you rather waste time, see if he dies!? Then what.” - He was screaming at the top of his lungs, as he pierced the trunk’s floor with his claws. They wouldn’t go back, they fucking couldn’t. He’d throw them out of the window first.

- “Okay. First, this -to quote you- “thing” it’s a state-of-the-art automotive engineering, have some respect. Second, the Doc’s right, we don’t know what condition Mikey’s in, its better if he’s with us.”

Leo retreated back into the copilot’s seat without talking, and after a minute Cali crawled out of the trunk into the backseats. With actual light, he could see the chain again, it was mostly black now.

None of them talked after that. Until - “The signal’s back”- said Leo, as he paled even more – “Can’t this thing go faster?”

- “Why.” – demanded Donnie, looking at the screen while driving at full speed.

- “Watch the road!”

- “Gimme that.” – Cali snatched the tablet from Leo’s trembling hands, and started reading… tachypnoea and tachycardia, but low blood pressure and low temperature… Is he bleeding out? Fuck, uh, Leo said ‘boom, then nothing’… So, traumatic injuries (fractures, stabbing), blast injuries (brain, eyes, ears, lungs, abdomen). What else, burns? Maybe he’s just really dehydrated, that might do too.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud ringtone.

- “Hey, Honey Bunny.” - Those two are disgusting.

- “Leo? Where are you?”

- “In an impromptu mission? We think Mikey’s in trouble.” – That’s downplaying it.

- “Shit, I won’t take long then. Do you know where Cali is?”

- “In Colombia?”

- “What? No. They say he ran out after you.” – A brief pause followed - “he’s with you.”

- “I didn’t know, Yui. We can’t go back now.”

- “Leo.”

- “I know, I’m sorry. I’ll pass him over,” -he passed his communicator to Cali, who turned off the speaker.

As he talked, a screech filled the air, and he dropped the device.

- “Cali, are you okay? What’s going on?”

- “I’m fine.”

- “Are you sure? I can go there, I’ll prepare the another car.”

- “I said I’m fine, stop fussing. Donnie just ran over something.”

- “Fine...” – Cali could hear his brother thumping his tail over the phone. - “Do me a favour, stick close to Leo, okay?” - He grunted in response. – “And tell him that, if anything happens to you, I’m filing for divorce.”

- “Sounds like a plan.”

- “Fuck you, but be careful.”

- “Yeah, yeah.”

- “Cali, you better come back, okay? Preferably soon, you left a mess behind. Also, call me if you need help, and send me a message every hour to let me know you’re okay.”

- “Whatever, bye.”

- “Bye…” -And he hung up.

- “Congrats on the divorce.” - Declared Cali as he returned the communicator.

- “He didn’t say that.” – Answered Leo, defensive. Cali didn’t answer, just stared at the damp stain in Leonardo’s clothes.

- “Are you bleeding?”

- “No? Ah, I forgot.” - Fucking idiot.

- “Hah? You ‘forgot’!? Y entonces qué, ¿mágicamente va a desaparecer?” - He went back into the trunk to take out a first aid kit – “Jueputa, porqué son así, se creen indestructibles, estúpidos es lo que son. El otro es igualito.” – Then he started disinfecting, stitching, and bandaging. - “Estate quieto.” – It pained him that the chain was getting in the way.

For a while after that either reorganized the first aid kit or stared at the screen with Mikey’s vitals.

- “We’re here.” – Announced Donnie, restless. Before stepping out of the car he threw a gun at Cali – “The tracker’s not working, but his last location is fifteen meters south-east from here.” – Donnie started flying, and Leo followed promptly, carrying Cali.

By now, saying that the chain was loose was an overstatement. Cali feared that if relaxed his grip, it would simply fall off. So, he held onto it.

Mikey’s ‘last location’ was barren, with nothing living on sight. Thus, they took different paths in an attempt to cover more ground. Donnie remained on the air, while Leo went underground with Cali.

#rottmnt #fanfiction #fanfic #f!leo #f!donnie #f!mikey #f!usagi #Just Another Day Au #calimari #starburst duo #rottmnt oc #I hope I got this people right #How did I end up with this #I just wanted Cali to say sweet nothings to Mikey

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irrealisms · 2 years ago

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liza forever minnelli liner notes

fic here if you haven't read it!

first thing i have to comment on is the title: liza forever minnelli is in some ways a companion piece to my fic the autopsy garland, in that they're both hunger games dsmp au fics by me, and they're both mountain goats songs which are recommended listening alongside the fics, and the mountain goats songs are themselves pairs; the autopsy garland is about judy garland, liza minnelli is her daughter and the subject of liza forever minnelli

specifically: the autopsy garland is about the sexual abuse of a child star; liza forever minnelli is about growing up in the shadow of a famous parent, not being able to escape the fame and legacy that comes with that, and addiction. these also work really well for the fics imo!

liza forever minnelli also opens with the lines there's the part you've braced yourself against, and then/there's the other part ; in my mind as i was writing, this was very much always referring to the Games and then the post-Games respectively

a recurring theme in this fic is things being Less Bad Than They Could Be. wilbur's childhood is less bad than the childhoods of many in panem; him getting reaped at 15 is less bad than getting reaped at 12; being institutionalized as insane is less bad than being executed or tortured as a traitor; a nonconsensual marriage is less bad than nonconsensual prostitution; agreeing to take meds and eat food is less bad than being tied to a bed and forced; having sex willingly is, again, less bad than being tied to a bed and forced. it being better than the alternative does not mean it is not horrifying.

this fic is heavily inspired by my recent psych ward stay and my thoughts on consent in that context, as well as my history with eating disorder treatment centers, to the point where i think my wilbur characterization suffers in places because i had stuff i needed to process; feel free to draw any inferences you want from that. (other than the details about waking up intubated, which are from short_tandem_repeats.)

relatedly, the "Salonina and Philza have both given consent for it" line is... horrifying, but also, he's sixteen, that's just how medical decisions work for minors; it's intending to draw its horror not from the fact that the capitol is worse but from the fact that it isn't

the fic is also a little bit inspired by some phil parenting discourse. a lot of ink has been spilled about phil assisting wilbur's suicide as a moral event horizon of Horrifying and Unforgivable; i wanted to write a fic that explores the ways preventing a suicide can be horrifying in its own right

relatedly: phil and techno are foils in this fic! on the one hand, phil is complicit w varyingly horrifying things in the name of keeping wilbur alive and [Less Bad Than It Could Be], while techno is consistently a source of strength and resistance-to-the-capitol for wil; on the other hand, techno very much does supply wilbur with materials for a [harm to self or others] plan. it's complicated.

i did feel like i had to include techno as that source of strength and resistance, though; psychotic anarchists my beloved! in my heart, modern au techno has strong opinions about peer respite centers, hearing voices groups, mad pride, etc., and so i couldn't not include him

a detail that didn't end up making it into the fic: wilbur post-games is switched between meds primarily based on whether there are side effects that are visible in public appearances (e.g. TD, weight fluctuations, seizures), rather than his own preferences between medications

there's a lot of catching fire parallels--the rolls being used for secret messages, obviously, but also the "this wasn't a Revolutionary Act, i was just insane" was intending to parallel katniss's "this wasn't a Revolutionary Act, i was just in love". where, of course, both are true and in many ways inextricable.

relatedly: especially after the first round of beta feedback, i was definitely trying to keep in mind and balance "phil, wilbur, etc., are trying to create a story where he was just crazy and not a revolutionary, to keep him alive" and "wilbur is in fact severely mentally ill, he's not solely being pathologized for being a revolutionary"; i'm not sure how well i did on this but it's something i was trying to keep in mind

i'm of two minds of the fact that i didn't include much of wilbur's neuroses about Audience and Narrative; i think it's a very good fit for the setting, but precisely because it's such a good fit for the setting i feel like i already covered a lot of that ground in the autopsy garland. still, it's another thing i was definitely considering and thinking about!

this is my first time doing liner notes for my fic since 2017 but i want to get back in the habit of putting this sort of thing on tumblr and not just on discord, i think it's cool to see writers' thought processes; let me know if you want to see more of these!

#therapists dni #my writing #liner notes #any british ants in the chat?

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negativepeanuthoarder · 28 days ago

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i cant find the image but you unlocked my unskippable dialouge you will regret this :3 beaming everything directly into your brain (also it STARTED as a dsmp warrior cats au but veered off into "holy fuck everyone is so sad")

yes my channel is named dream chamber bc the amount of autism i have is uncontainable. if you think all of this is bad i have a rw "au" where its basically "what if. i unintentionally made purple guy from fnaf intosome critter and made a tyranical government"

ft my boyfriend + a friend (robin is the bf im sure youve seen him around)

smokefur, nightwish (nightriver), and embersoot (embershade) are all flamestar + brightspirit kits. embersoot later dies a few moons after he becomes a warrior and flamestar thinks juniperberry was the cause of it

foxclaw, acorn, and shadowscar are previous ocs that i dabble with sometimes. acorn my beloved murderer

more info: juniperberry became good friends with jayfeather as she was in the med den a Lot, flamestar tried beating juniperkit for talking to him IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE CAMP and squirrelflight cuffed him around the ears for it, goldenstar later convinces juniperberry to kill flamestar (or at least take one of his lives) by lighting the leader on fire with a burning juniper bush branch, juniperberry hates flamestar so so so fucking much its insane

goldenripple/goldenstar/dream

silvereye (ignore his models eye color the picrew one is correct)

flametail/flamestar

juniperberry

smokefur

brightspirit

nightkit (thats mud all over him)

some interesting facts: goldenripple is supposed to be tall and lanky, actually being the tallest of the group. it also adds to the intimidating factor. he didnt one day go "yeah lets kill kids" it was slow and had many dead warriors involved. goldenstar had only one life remaining bc the other 8 were taken by starclan when he ran off to be a rogue cat

silvereye is an average sized cat, having a smooth round face and a heart-shaped mane (ish? a dewlap kind of). hes also fluffy as fuck and from riverclan, but never knew how to swim. also is he trans? is he cis? the world will never know. silvereye survived the battle bc dream specifically told his cats to not go after the blue cat with a black eye pattern

flametail is the shortest but bulkiest of them. theres a bit of pudge to him as well, and his main fighting strategy is pounding his enemies with his paws and doing the bear thing

^ he does this to kill or at the very least injure cats to the point where they never come back. flamestar also lived a very *very* long life. a good ten generations of cats until he died

brightspirit is as large as flametail but as tall as goldenstar. flametail loves his giant girlfriend so much. shes also p nice but will fuck you up if you give her a reason to. as an elder she was the one to indulge in the kits the most

juniperberry my beloved. when shes posessed her eyes are green and she doesnt blink. shes also the smallest which makes her not much of a threat but weeeelllll

and ya ^_^ nothing much abt flamestars kits other than that smokefur doesnt really like his dad

so what ur saying is flametail x brightspirit is

Also I love this !!! Warrior cat ocs r always so interesting tbh :3 I have a couple of my own that I haven't done anything with in a while XD

#asks by peanut #also I'm honestly kinda shocked that smokefur didn't get named smokeweed #(I just think smokeweed as a warriors name is rlly funny)

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violentshine · 3 years ago

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I posted 1,642 times in 2021

432 posts created (26%)

1210 posts reblogged (74%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 2.8 posts.

I added 1,341 tags in 2021

#reblog - 656 posts

#warrior cats - 197 posts

#donations - 98 posts

#medic fireheart au - 75 posts

#waca au - 60 posts

#firestar - 56 posts

#darkstripe - 52 posts

#squirrelflight - 51 posts

#beloved - 49 posts

#dovewing - 47 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#tigerclaw cant have deadfoot still alive so he tells darkstripe to kill him- once he does tiger'll have a secure spot as leader of windclan

My Top Posts in 2021

AUS

A couple of my waca aus

Mapleshade trains Hollyleaf

(After running into the tunnels, Hollyleaf finds-or is found by- Mapleshade who offers her help in getting revenge)

Sweetgrass (tagged; windclan princess au)

(Princess joins Windclan as a kit and renamed Sweetkit)

"Time Travel" AU or is it this link

(After the events of the Great Battle, those who died during it finds themselves in their old territory- not only are they not in Starclan (or just don't exist anymore)- things are very different, some cats who weren't alive before are now and some play very important roles later on)

Smudge: Skyclan savior

(Smudge doesn't want to bother his very busy Thunderclan leader friend so he goes on a mission brought to him by some ghost cat to restore a clan. Wonder how that goes)

Skyclan was always there

(What if Skyclan was still a clan? There was just no way of communicating with those in the forest territory- or perhaps that was on purpose)

Ravenpaw & Dustpaw both witness Redtail's murder

(pretty self explanatory)

Not-so-lawfully good Firestar

(Maybe being not only Thunderclan's sole savior, but every clan in the forest PLUS being given the chance to restore an entire ancient clan did something to this fire furred cat's ego..just a bit...a smidge if you will)

Sandstorm is the fire that saves the clans

(I uhm,, never made a post about this ? I swear i did,,,anyway it's also p self explanatory)

Smoke leads The Kin alongside her son, Darktail

(i would have had no issue with darktail being evil IF IT WERENT FOR HIM HAVING DADDY ISSUES? that is so boring. let a cat be evil just because they want to. but if you want to go that route so be it erins. Smoke and Darktail team up to take down the clans, Smoke feels betrayed, she heard so many great stories about the clans, about her,,m-mat,,,ugh onewhisker's achievements and how *he* was a great cat just to be turned away when in a time of need. so uhh they plan to destroy the clans...idk how they got to that idea but they do and u can read whatever mess i wrote in the og post)

Hawkfrost :)

(i basically just give Hawkfrost more of a character.)

Warrior Cinderpelt (because she deserves it)

(Cinderpaw still gets hit by a car but the person takes her away to get help. Like a month later or smth, she comes back to Thunderclan, recovered and ready to get back to her training)

The Blazing Star Au (medic fireheart au) tagged as; (old) #medic fireheart au (current) #the blazing star au

(When given the opportunity to join Thunderclan, Rusty tells Bluestar about the visions he receives and her and Spottedleaf decide on training him as a medicine cat)

Ivyfooled AU (tagged as; ivyfooled au)

(pls just read the linked post i cannot summarize it right now)

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If you ever want to send an ask about any of these, please do <3 i love talking about them

or even give prompts for more 👀 perhaps,,,

52 notes • Posted 2021-07-27 19:57:43 GMT

imagine if a) tigerheart kept his og golden tabby description and b) he was given a "golden" prefix instead of "tiger"

58 notes • Posted 2021-08-22 06:03:20 GMT

"dovewing design that have floppy ears" "dovewing design that have curled ears"

give me dovewing designs that have an extra pair of ears

65 notes • Posted 2021-11-18 01:56:07 GMT

each time someone says something along the lines of how graystripe & mistystar should be dead by now, a moon is added to their life

80 notes • Posted 2021-10-12 03:24:40 GMT

i know it's all about context n all but leopardstar wishing for stonefur to kill darkstripe is so funny

like i already imagine that leopardstar & darkstripe do not get along like at all (wlw & mlm hostility) and that was just the icing to the cake

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everlarkficexchange · 4 years ago

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How Katniss Everdeen Got Her Groove Back

Author: @hutchhitched

Prompt 34: Modern AU where a forty year old Katniss has shut herself off from the world from fear of getting hurt. After her sister dies she realizes how isolated she is and now wants to open herself up to love, but hasn’t a clue where to begin. Everlark HEA - the details of how they meet and what Peeta’s been up to are entirely up to you. :) [submitted by anonymous]

Ratings/Warnings: E

The room’s dark. There’s only one small lamp burning in the corner, but that makes the single candle in the cupcake brighter than it would have been if the entire area were lit. It’s a somber celebration, but that doesn’t make much difference. It’s as it should be.

“Happy birthday, dear Katniss… Happy birthday to you.”

As the last note fades into silence, Katniss whispers a birthday wish and blows out the candle.

“Happy birthday to me,” she mumbles. She’s alone and tired and feeling older than she thought she could. In the grand scheme of things, forty isn’t that many years, but the difference between her fourth and fifth decades seems like lightyears. She’s halfway (or more) through life, and she’s hiding from it.

No one could really blame her for running—not with the experiences she’s faced. Her father gone as a young man leaving Katniss, her mother, and her younger sister Prim alone with practically no income and empty stomachs that gnawed at her insides for months as she fell asleep. Her mother falling into addiction to anti-depressants and opiates leaving Katniss to keep the household together so she and Prim wouldn’t be taken by child services and separated. Her beloved sister gone in a house fire that ripped through the apartment building where she’d stayed while enrolled in med school in a neighboring state. That’s enough tragedy for any one person, and that doesn’t even count her own pain and disappointments during the past forty years.

She’s suffered plenty of both. There’ve been days when she has no idea how she continues to function, but she puts one foot in front of the other repeatedly, doggedly, hoping against hope that something will go right for her. The odds should be in her favor, but they never seem to be. Instead, she watches as the world goes by and wonders if she’s brave enough to step back into society and join the rest of the living. She’s been in mourning for long enough.

Forty. It’s a scary number, but it’s also a little motivating. With a shake of her head, she decides. It’s time. Prim would want her to be happy. She’d be furious at the way Katniss has shut herself off from everyone in order to protect herself. If there’s anything that can drive her out of her shell, it’s thinking about the disappointment that would shine in her sister’s eyes if she were still alive.

“It’s time to rejoin the living, Everdeen.”

Her voice is small as it echoes in her empty apartment, but that’s not the intimidating part. What’s terrifying is that she has absolutely no idea how to get back out there. It’s been almost a decade since she bothered, and she can’t help wondering if maybe she’s waited too long. It’s possible there’s an expiration date, and she’s past it.

It’s late, and she’s tired. Heaving a sigh, she heads to her new bedroom and plugs in the airbed to blow it up. Her belongings won’t arrive for another few days, and the thought of sleeping on the hard floor is the reason for her last minute purchase at the local department store. Shaking out freshly laundered sheets as she retrieves them from the dryer, she inhales the clean scent and tucks the corners onto the air mattress. A pillow and blanket that made the cut when she purged her possessions before her interstate move provides a tiny hint of home. Flicking off the overhead light, she closes her eyes and drifts into sleep. She counts the fact that she only wakes from nightmares three times as a win.

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“I like that there,” she mutters to herself as she adjusts the picture on the shelf to the left of her television. It’s her favorite of the ones she and Prim took together before her sister started med school.

They’d been so happy, arms wrapped around each other and a rare smile gracing her own lips. As it always had, Prim’s grin stretches across her face, and her blue eyes snap with excitement in the image. She deserved so much better than to become a human torch because someone was stupid enough to not know how to douse a grease fire. The senselessness of it all hits Katniss again. Someone cooked dinner, and that act killed her sister. Prim, who only wanted to heal people, died because an idiot didn’t know how to make bacon and then tried to douse the flames with water.

A knock sounds at her door and shakes her out of her reverie. She isn’t expecting anyone, but a second knock convinces her she shouldn’t ignore it. It could be her landlord, and the last thing she wants is a grumpy Haymitch Abernathy yelling at her because she’s inadvertently broken some rule she doesn’t even know exists in the first place. Tossing her braid over her left shoulder, she crosses her apartment and answers the door.

“Can I help you?”

She’s surprised she can get the words out of her mouth. The man standing there definitely isn’t her landlord, and he’s not old, grumpy, or drunk like Haymitch obviously has been every time she’s seen him. The guy standing in front of her must be about her age, maybe a few years younger, and he has shockingly blue eyes which remind her of her sister’s, as well as the same ashy blonde hair that falls in a shock of curls over his forehead. She has the sudden urge to reach up and push them back, but she keeps her hands at her sides. It would be exceptionally inappropriate to grope a total stranger, even if he is standing in her doorway with a smile and a paper bag that smells something like heaven.

“I’m Peeta. Peeta Mellark. Your next door neighbor. I brought you some pastries.”

“Pasties?” She squeaks out the word and immediately wants to smack herself. She sounds a little like a mouse, while his voice makes her insides vibrate. Also, what did she just say?

Peeta does a double take before bursting into laughter. “Pastries, not pasties. I’m not into that— Well, I mean…uh… I mean, I could be, but not the first time I meet a woman.”

His face is bright red, but hers feels like it’s flaming. She can’t believe she said that and crosses her arms unconsciously to cover her breasts before uncrossing them just as quickly. She’s not sure which is worse at drawing attention to the fact that she has nipples that pasties would cover, and… Hell, she’s spiraling.

“I’m sorry,” she babbles. “That was unseemly.”

“It’s fine. Hilarious, actually.” He grins and gives her a onceover, which makes her blush even harder.

“Well, pastries make way more sense and smell a lot better. But, why?” She’s not sure if that sounds rude or not, but it’s better than what she’s already blurted.

“I’m a baker,” he offers in explanation. “Just a little welcome to the building, uh…?”

“Uh…?”

She can’t think. He’s staring at her, and it makes her extremely uncomfortable in a very peculiar way. She’s not able to name it, but there’s something bubbling below the surface. If she concentrates really hard, she could probably identify the feeling. However, that’s not an option when Baker Boy is standing there with a perplexed look.

“You are?”

“Oh! Sorry, sorry,” she mumbles. “I’m Katniss. Katniss Everdeen. Just moved in. You probably already knew that. I, uh, thank you. This is great.”

“You’re welcome. Welcome to the building, Katniss, Katniss Everdeen. Let me know if you need anything. I always have eggs and sugar and more.”

“More?”

“Yeah. Think on it.”

With that, he disappears into his own apartment, and she’s left holding the bag. Literally.

In a trance, she crosses to her kitchen and sets the pastries down on the counter. Flustered, she pulls a bun out and sinks her teeth into a little bite of decadence that’s got to be illegal in all fifty states, Canada, Mexico, and half of Europe. It tastes so good it’s sinful. It’s doughy and filled with cheese, and she moans so loudly she wonders if he can hear her through their shared wall.

“Sweet Jesus,” she mumbles. “That’s the best thing I’ve eaten in a long time.”

She sits there with a grin on her face for a stupid amount of time before realizing she’s hungry for more, and it’s not necessarily baked goods she wants.

****

Katniss rounds the corner and smacks into a wall. With a loud oof and a screech, she flails in her attempt to stay upright and keep her groceries from falling around her. Just when she’s about to lose it all, strong arms grab her and pull her upright. Relieved, she looks up and falls into the blue pools of her neighbor’s eyes.

“Easy there,” he says with the hint of a smile. “Where’s the fire?”

She almost says, “In my pants.” She really does, but she’s made a fool out of herself enough with him already. She frees herself from his clutches and congratulates herself on remaining calm, and then she sees what he’s wearing. Which isn’t much.

“Holy hell,” she murmurs at the sight of sweat-soaked skin and form-fitting running shorts.

“Sorry. I just got back from a run.”

“I…yeah. I see that.”

She can see some other stuff, too, and it is impressive. She can’t stop looking at him. He’s absolutely gorgeous, and she’s just told herself a few days ago that she needs to get back out there and has no idea how. She did say that, and here he is. She doesn’t even have to leave her building to find an opportunity. There’s no way she’s this lucky.

“Can I help with those?” He nods at the bags she’s holding and reaches out to take the ones hanging from her wrists. He brushes her hand with his, and her insides sizzle.

“Sure.”

She’s going to seduce him. Or let him seduce her. Or get him drunk and take advantage of him. Or something.

Every single fiber in her body tingles. It feels like waking up after a decade long nap and feeling simultaneously ravenous and powerful beyond belief. As he follows her into her apartment, she scans the area and decides to just go for it. What’s the worst that can happen? Her neighbor hates her? Well, that would be terrible, but she can move. That’s how turned on she is by him. She’ll risk a broken lease.

“You can just put them there,” she says softly and runs her hand down his arm. He freezes and looks at her, and she stands her ground. Maybe she’s not thinking straight, but she wants him. Now.

“Katniss?”

She presses into him and trails a finger down her bare chest. She wipes a sweat droplet from his skin and bites her bottom lip.

“Yes, Peeta?”

“I’m not misreading this, am I?”

She wraps her arms around his neck and tips her head back. “No, I don’t think you are.”

“Fuuuuuuck,” he drawls.

Looking directly at him, she says, “I really hope so.”

“Oh, hell.”

His mouth captures hers in a searing kiss, and she turns off her brain. She has no intention of thinking, only feeling for the next however long. His tongue is in her mouth, her hands are on his ass, and his sweat dampens her clothes.

Peeta hoists her into the air and wraps her legs around his waist. He stumbles backward to deposit her on the edge of the countertop and rucks up her shirt to slide his hands along her waist. Frantic, she tugs at his waistband, indicating she’d prefer he lose the shorts, and he growls into her mouth when she slips them over his hips. She cups his backside, pulling him between her legs and moans against him.

“Please,” she gasps. “Fuck, please.”

He’s frenetic, all power and kinetic energy as he rolls her leggings down her thighs, baring her to him. When she bites his lower lip, he grunts and shoves his hands between her legs. He pushes inside her roughly, and she whimpers at his pace. His thumb’s on her clit, and his middle finger plunders her as their tongues tangle and dance together.

She’s got him in her hand, jerking and tugging as he swells in her palm. It’s a solid weight there, but she wants it inside her. She doesn’t have time to look. She’s too enthralled in what his lips are saying as they mate with hers.

Katniss tugs one of her feet free and yanks him to her with her legs. His shaft is hot against her slit. She begs for him with her hands and body, but he pulls back slightly to catch her gaze.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice ragged and broken. She nods frantically, and he moans in the back of his throat. “I’ll pull out. I promise.”

“Okay,” she agrees.

She’d agree to about anything as long as he gives it to her hard. Then he’s inside her, stretching her as she calls his name. He’s big enough that it’s uncomfortable at first, until her body adjusts to the intrusion and she’s aching for more. By the time she’s relaxed, he’s pumping into her with her name falling from his lips as he bites and licks at her jawline.

“Tug my hair,” she manages to instruct, and he yanks on her braid so hard her eyes water. It’s sexy as hell, and she grapples at his back in an attempt to pull him further inside her. He’s good at this, she realizes. Really good at it, and she thanks her lucky stars she’s the fortunate recipient of such a fantastic experience. He’s doing everything he can to make it good for her, and it really, really, really is.

What they’re doing is so messy, but she doesn’t care. She owns bleach and anti-bacterial cleaning supplies. She just purchased them, in fact, and she’s going to need all of them if the mess between her legs is any indication. She’s quickly losing control, fucking against him as hard as she can.

Skin slaps together, sweat pours off them both, and he nuzzles his face into her shirt. If they had more time, she’d take it off for him—maybe she’ll wear pasties next time just to blow his mind—but they’re careening toward a climax faster than she knows how to handle. She’s desperate for more friction, so eager that she rubs herself as his thrusts stutter and falter.

“I gotta pull out. I’m gonna— shit!”

He yanks free, and she catches the sight of him before her eyes roll back in her head. His skin is pink and glistening with moisture from her body. The first splash of his climax hits warm and wet on her leg, and she arches her back as waves roll through her. Her hand cramps as she contorts it. Her hips buck, and then she’s reaching for him. She clings as her body tenses and releases repeatedly.

When it’s over, she huffs several breaths before blinking open her eyes. Her t-shirt hem has fallen against her thigh, and it’s marked with his ejaculate, as is most of her thigh and stomach. He pants into her ear, but he doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to let her go. That’s fine with her, although it surprises her how affectionate he’s being in the aftermath of a quickie in her kitchen.

“Katniss, that was—”

“Something we need to do again.”

“I think it gives new meaning to the phrase ‘welcome wagon.’”

“Because you want me to ride you next time?”

“Next time?” His eyes are blown wide, his pupils dilated as he realizes what she’s saying. “You want there to be a next time?”

“I’m not sure I want this one to be over.”

He flushes at her suggestion, but he’s a very helpful neighbor. Before he leaves to head back to his own apartment, he cleans up and then eats to his heart’s content. She’s pretty satiated from his visit, too.

#hutchhitched #prompt 34 #Springtime Edition 2021 #submission

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wooahaes · 2 years ago

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.... ok, layton anon here again (I might just use that as a tag if that's okay? 👉🏻👈🏻)

I literally just typed out a long ass reply and then tumblr decided to crash - but maybe it's a sign to try and keep it shorter (update: i failed)

for the maze runner thing, it was honestly just about the "people appearing one after another without memories" I think aside from that it's very different, especially in terms of general atmosphere. I've read Day 1 too now btw and I loved it sm! I'm really intrigued to see how it continues<3

I hope your meds are safe for you to take and that they help quickly!!

yess him being like shigure would work really well (i also love shigure sm as a unit but that's a different story)

Also imma be honest as well - i'm the same. Birthright is the only one I finished and other than that I'm like almost through with awakening, halfway with echoes and revelations and idek how far with three houses. I think I get too much into strategizing and spend too much time planning out the classes and skills instead of just playing and then I tend to abandon the games for a while...

So since I'm not super deep into the story myself my 3h au isn't that deep. Y/n would take Byleths place, simply because it makes a lot of sense. And then I sorta assigned the units to the houses based on Vibes TM aka Blue Lions - HHU, Black Eagles - Vocal, Golden Deer Tiger - Performance.

I also felt that some characters shared traits or reminded me of members (Linhardt - Han, Ferdinand - Seungkwan, Sylvain - Mingyu, Claude - Hoshi, Ignatz - Hao). But they'd mostly be themselves and not take over the exact role of anyone. I've also have thoughts on classes for some but not for all. I think Woozi would be something along the lines of a General, Han would be a Dark Mage, Hoshi a Hero, Scoups a Swordmaster or Cavalier (or anything else just give the man a sword) and- yeah I think I'll end it here

thanks for letting me share my fire emblem brain rot!! have a good day/night/evening!<3

omg hiii thats absolutely fine!! i didnt want to just assign it to u but thats 100% fine w me!!

its ok i also fail at writing short responses 90% of the time dskfhdsf tumblr crashing during those is awful tho

ooo yeah fair :0 i can def see it!! ive learned a lot abt tmr through posting this fic lmao but im glad you liked day 1!! the fics gonna honestly slow down for a bit purely bc the next 13 parts are each individual members parts and those are honestly just gonna take a hot sec for me to like... be happy w all of them :(

aaa i still havent taken them just bc. anxiety bad! they shouldnt have any bad interactions since they're not a sulfa drug, but anxiety louder, y'know? im waiting until i know family is awake (yes ik its 4 pm shh) in case i need shit

i also love shigure but thats at least slightly bc of my love for m*tt m*rcer as a voice actor sdfhsdkjfh i adore him tho!! thats my beloved!!

i get DEEP in trying to figure out my units tbh i usually end up drafting out my pairings when i play. if awakening + conquest both had the ability to scout out things as easily as u can in birthright + revelations, i would have def beat them by now tbh.

but also i tend to abandon games after a while by accident sdkfhsdfh

i know little abt 3h but i am nodding along and golden tiger makes me happy. its what my man deserves <3

me lookin up these characters and sees ferdinand is confident and hates losing like YEP thats kwannie. i can see a lot of the comparisons u drew!! :0

i can def see general woozi + hero hoshi + swordsmaster cheol + dark mage han!! cheol is getting a sword and thats all i care about actually /j (nah but if i could give him some sort of rally skill, i think he + woozi + hosh would all have one in some shape!! and most likely seok too since booseoksoon leader ykno)

i honestly feel like shua would potentially be a war cleric. can heal you, but can also can Kill.

alternatively for hannie tho he could be thief -> trickster imo?

i honestly feel like vernon miiight either be a cavalier or an archer. its a gut thing tbh i cannot explain otherwise.

u are always welcome to share ur fe brainrot sdkfhsdf this blog is where i share my svt + trsr (+ skz tbh) brainrot now lmao y'all can Always share stuff ur interested in w me!! i hope u also have a good day/night/evening! <3

#wooahaes.ask #layton anon

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vmficrecs · 4 years ago

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Every school has an obligatory psychotic jackass. He’s ours.

It has been one year since The Incident. In celebration of this beautiful, snarky, dynamic, passionate, beloved, smug, asshole, essential, etc., etc., character I have complied a lengthy (but by no means exhaustive) collection of some of my personal favorite fics focusing on Logan, or on his relationships, or fics that i just think do something neat in terms of Logan/his journey/his character. ❤️

Previously on vmficrecs:

dark_roast, “Fish Out of Water,” Mature, Post Season 1 AU

Logan opts to leave Neptune, and spend summer vacation with his grandparents.

Notes: This AU is essential reading if you love Logan. His characterization is nearly perfect, and the premise of the fic is endlessly engaging and smart.

wily_one24, “Sleep, Perchance...,” Mature, Pre-series AU

Logan thaws towards Veronica and sets out to save her.

Notes: I want to eat this fic. If you’ve never read it, read it-- it will linger endlessly inside of your brain in the best way possible. So many of the things Logan does or says in this fic exist in a very tangible and palpable manner for me, it’s that good. I think about it constantly.

ghostcat, “What We Have in Common,” Teen, Post Season 3 AU

Weevil Navarro, his incredibly poor choice of a research paper prepping locale and the close talking, finger waving jackass that interrupts and effectively hijacks his night. Set in 2010, three years after The Bitch is Back.

ghostcat, “A Trace of Meaning,” Teen, Pre-series

13 year-old Logan Echolls and 14 year-old Veronica Mars wait at the Kane Estate for their held-up sleepover hosts to show up.

theohara, “Rich Dirt,” Mature, Pre-series AU

And Logan wouldn’t let you have anything. He’d danced over to you and smirked in your face and twirled your plastic cup right out of your hand and cooed that just because your Daddy wasn’t sheriff anymore didn’t give you license to break the law, and he’d acted all shocked with his hand over his mouth and he’d laughed like breaking glass and nanced off with your drink.

anjou, “Into the Blue,” Mature, Post Season 1

It’s almost summer, and Logan is sinking into the blue.

flyingcarpet, “Mexicali Blues,” Mature, Post Season 3 AU

When he reaches the water he doesn’t hesitate, just keeps walking until he can duck his head under and start to swim away from shore, letting the salt and the waves wash away the residue that Neptune’s left on his skin.

absolutelyiris, “Truth for a Dream,” Teen, Future Fic (Pre-movie)

Fleet Week 2012. A reformed bad boy turned sailor and a former party girl turned career woman meet in a bar…

Notes: A LOGAN AND PARKER FRIENDSHIP FIC!!! pure fucking delight

absolutelyiris, “Come Around,” Mature, Future AU

A woman travels the world over in search of what she needs and returns home to find it.

Notes: I will talk about this fic until the day that I day, and then I will still talk about it. One of my absolute favorites. Pure gold Logan/Keith dynamic. I would 10/10 die for Razia. and, of course, the l/v is so damn good

TheLastGoodGolfish, “The Phenomenal Pixie, #1,” Teen, AU

Veronica is a masked avenger who stalks the streets of Neptune. Logan is the intrepid reporter who’s on the story.

Notes: PERFECT. PERFECT PERFECT PERFECT. also-- “That’s ridiculous. My favorite person is a sorority girl.” in my head, rent free, and i am forever indebted.

bryrosea, “Waste of Breath / A Quartz Contentment,” Mature, Post Season 2 to TDTL

Part one: Logan Echolls, the nine years, and the Navy. Part two: Veronica Mars, the nine years, and a new normal.

Notes: I am recommending specifically “Waste of Breath” for my boy, although Veronica’s piece is excellent as well.

always_winter, “Written Out,” Teen, Season 2 AU

Duncan has some residual guilt and Logan wants to be left out of the story.

always_winter, “White Combs and Sweet Honey,” Mature, Season 1

Even when Aaron is trying to be a good father, there’s still a lot he’s doing wrong.

Notes: This fic is so tender to me!!! A beautiful Logan and Aaron piece.

sadiekate, “Grand Canyon,” PG-13, Season 1 to Future AU

Three friends reminisce several years in the future, snarkily and pointlessly.

sinaddict, “Necrosis,” Explicit, Season 2 AU

Death in bits and pieces, denial as a religion… Or ‘normal’ in Neptune.

sowell, “Surviving the Wreck,” Explicit, Season 3 AU

Nothing’s ever simple with Veronica Mars. Weevil’s day at sea gets a little complicated.

Notes: THIS FUCKING FIC!!!! i love everything about it and especially at this moment in time, the part where logan gives weevil a blow job but weevil notes that somehow, in spite of this, logan retains the upper hand. this fic is world class and i am grateful everyday for it

theohara, “Broken Toys,” NC-17, Pre series AU

One glance across a street saves Lilly Kane’s life. It changes everything; it changes nothing.

Notes: This is the most heartbreaking Veronica Mars’ fanfic ever. I have such a deep love for it. It takes Lilly’s character and Logan/Veronica’s relationship to places I don’t ever think they would go and yet it works in this and it works so damn well. a truly devastating and beautiful au

fluffernutter8, “The Ninety Nine Percent,” Teen, Post Season 3 AU

Junior year of college, Logan gets some news that proves that no matter how hard he tries, life is just going to keep throwing him curve-balls. Post season 3, non movie canon compliant.

youcallitwinter, “gravity is gonna keep you tied down to this city,” Teen, Post Season 3 to TDTL

[your life in extended parenthesis] the lone neon nights and the ache of the ocean, and the fire that was starting to spark. From the love to the lightning and the lack of it.

Notes: please don't fall out of love with me, okay? don’t you dare give up on me. I DIE EVERY FUCKING TIME youcallitwinter is a force with all of her writings, but this one.......my god every single bit about it is fucking flawless

petpluto, “Of Scars & Consequences,” Teen, Post-series AU

Almost a decade in the future, Logan's still a little messed up. And Veronica's still a little closed off. They make it work.

julietbravo, “one brutal thing after another,” Teen, Pre-series to Season 1

These rich boys think they can get away with anything, don’t they.

querulousgawks, “there should be stars for great wars like ours,” Teen, AU

It’s gotta be some Alliance mind game, a holdover, the Operative’s last trick: Logan’s old secrets manifesting everywhere around them. Where are you, how are you doing this, he wants to scream, but he doesn’t know which ghost he’d be railing at.

SilverLining2k6, “Sometimes (You Can’t Make It On Your Own),” Teen, Season 1 AU

Silly Duncan stopped taking his meds. Now, one dead Fitzpatrick later, Logan and Veronica need to get him out of town. Too bad they hate each other.

SilverLining2k6, “Control,” Teen, Pre-series AU

Don’t you mess with a little girl’s dreams. ‘Cause she’s liable to grow up mean. Pre-series. Oneshot. - A twisted little tale of hate and revenge.

Notes: CONTROL!!!!! I love Control so much, it’s one of the first fics I ever read for the fandom and one of the finest. The Logan that exists in this is sooo good and his relationship with Veronica is deeply flawed & wonderful. M is in the process of writing a remix to Control (more in-depth emotion) and I for one am foaming at the fucking mouth every day about it.

nevertothethird, “Reunions,” Teen, Post Series AU

Sometimes it just takes a little longer to get things right. Two high school reunions and a birthday party should do the trick.

youcallitwinter, “you give love a bad name,” Teen, Season 2 AU

“Hey, did you guys know there was a sensitive poet-type hiding behind this hard exoskeleton of expensive alcohol and bitter cynicism?” In which Logan Echolls is, well, Logan Echolls.

scandalpants, “Something to Remember,” Mature, Post Series AU

Facing a separation, Logan and Veronica spend their last night together exchanging gifts.

Notes: I am always in a goddamn state about this fic. Logan jacking off in front of Veronica at her request? Yes, thank you please. thank you so much

leurocrystal, “Take Your Time,” Teen, Post Season 2

Keith doesn’t know how to look at or touch his daughter for the first time in his life.

petpluto, “We Are Nowhere, And It’s Now,” Mature, Series AU

“You know there is another way of looking at this, Logan. If you’d still been together, you might be dead too." Logan and Lilly both die on October 3rd. But for Veronica, it’s not like they’re gone. And she still works to solve their murders.

absolutelyiris, “Delay,” Teen, Post TTDL

Logan reflects on his first Christmas with Veronica after a ten year separation, as well as how his life has changed with her absence.

New to vmficrecs:

Christmas in Arkham Author: dark_roast Pairing: Logan Rating: Teen Genre: Hurt/Comfort, A Really Good Hug Setting: Season 2 Spoilers: 2.09, “My Mother, the Fiend” Chapters: 1 Word Count: 10128 Status: Complete Summary: Sequel to Fish Out of Water. Logan spends christmas with his grandparents. Notes: This is, full stop, my favorite Veronica Mars fanfiction ever. I am so protective of this fic that part of me doesn’t even want to give it a formal place on the blog, which is ridiculous because I’m sure plenty of people have already read it and obviously it’s so good that I want people to read it but....this belongs to me, somehow, like I feel like it’s mine that’s how much I love it. ANYWAY possessiveness aside-- Every word, every sentence, every punctuation mark in this fic is perfect, devastating insight into Logan’s character. Absolutely beautiful and wonderful and every other good thing.

The Teeth by the Shoulder Author: ghostcat Pairing: Fab Four, Logan/Lilly, Veronica/Duncan Rating: Teen Genre: Friendship, Angst Setting: Pre-series Spoilers: 1.01, “Pilot” Chapters: 3 Word Count: 17273 Status: Complete Summary: Two couples, two friendships. The Fab Four in three Octobers. Notes: WE’VE NEVER FUCKING RECOMMENDED THE TEETH BY THE SHOULDER BEFORE?????? HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE OH MY GOD jesus this is one of the greatest fanfictions ever written. three pre-series explorations into the fab four friendship and it is impossibly good. i am especially in love with the logan/lilly in this fic (the first chapter!!!!) and as always special care is given to exploring the logan + veronica dynamic. the third chapter will break your fucking heart so bad in the best way

Seven Times Logan Echolls Went to Jail Author: sowell Pairing: Logan/Veronica, Veronica/Piz Rating: Teen Genre: Angst, Romance, Logan Echolls is a Little Shit Setting: (Post) Season 3 AU Spoilers: 3.12, “There’s Got to Be a Morning After Pill” and 3.16, “Un-American Graffiti” Chapters: 1 Word Count: 6701 Status: Complete Summary: Who thinks Logan behind bars is sexy? I do, I do! // Logan goes to jail and calls Veronica to bail him out. Again and again and again and again. Notes: WE HAVEN’T DONE THIS BEFORE EITHER???? oh my god!! I remember finding this one a few months before the movie came out and i would just lay in bed in the dark and re-read it endlessly. and then i left it alone for a few years and when i went back to it holy shit it undid me all over again. perfect logan and veronica relationship. p e r f e c t!!! i firmly believe this is exactly what shape their relationship would’ve taken if veronica hadn’t cut and run

Love is Just a Four-letter Word Author: bigboobedcanuck Pairing: Logan/Veronica, Keith, Weevil Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort Setting: Future AU Spoilers: 1.12, “Clash of the Tritons” Chapters: 1 Word Count: 1753 Status: Complete Summary: Set a few years down the road from high school. Logan hits rock bottom. Keith and Veronica help him back up. Notes: Lynn’s body turns up and it is fucking DEVASTATING. A short piece that’s told from Keith’s POV (anyone who knows me knows how much of a sucker I am for Keith + Logan interaction) and holy hell Logan is so good in it and I think about it all the fucking time

Serendipity Author: TheLastGoodGoldfish Pairing: Logan/Veronica, Veronica/Piz, Carrie, Gia, Stu Cobbler, Ensemble Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Detective-ing Setting: Post Season 3 Spoilers: 3.20, “The Bitch is Back” and The Movie Chapters: 4 (out of a planned 6, fingers crossed!!!) Word Count: 59763 Status: Complete Summary: During her sophomore year at Hearst, Veronica takes on your run-of-the-mill blackmail case: the clients hate her, the evidence is impossible to destroy, and her ex turns out to be a bit of a distraction, but Veronica is a sucker for a damsel-in-distress. Even if the damsel is an intoxicated, pissed off Carrie Bishop. Notes: I AM HIGH PITCHED SCREAMING. Transplanting the movie plot to this timeframe works tremendously and TLGG’s execution is fucking perfect. Carrie is a powerhouse in this fic and god, Logan is such a honey it in which is why it is being recc’d for him. Him practically letting Carrie move in with him and doing his damnedest to protect Carrie and Gia (much to Veronica’s chagrin) is so, so important to me and I love him so much.

The Phenomenal Pixie - Interlude #1 - “Bugs” Author: TheLastGoodGoldfish Pairing: Logan/Veronica, OC’s Genre: Humor, Fluff, Logan and Veronica Are Smarter Than You Setting: AU (Season 3) Spoilers: uhhh n/a Chapters: 1 Word Count: 5072 Status: Complete Summary: Dating a superhero poses a unique set of challenges. Notes: Tiny sequel to The Phenomenal Pixie which you absolutely must read first (and is recommended above) because it’s a fucking delight. Logan is incredible in this fic and I would die for him, like always. The part where Steve can sense Logan is thinking about punching him in the face-- a million chefs kisses.

The Medusa Jewel Author: TheLastGoodGoldfish Pairing: Logan/Veronica Genre: Established Relationship Bliss, Fluff Setting: MKAT Spoilers: MKAT Chapters: 1 Word Count: 5336 Status: Complete Summary: Logan and Veronica's new neighbor is a writer. Notes: is my TLGG obsession shining through? good because it fucking should be. The Logan/Veronica in this relationship is so sweet and perfect and is 100% my reality and i would like to bathe in this fic and live in it forever as is my right.

Drowning Together Author: bryrosea Pairing: Logan/Veronica Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort Setting: Season 3 Spoilers: 3.07, “Of Vice and Men” Chapters: 1 Word Count: 897 Status: Complete Summary: AU of the confrontation scene from 3x07: Of Vice and Men (Logan and Veronica both need a hug) Notes: Absolute wonderful insight and even some reconciliation into a canonical season three fight. Logan calming down while Veronica falls apart as they hug is so important to me.

Interrupt Us Author: bryrosea Pairing: Logan/Veronica Genre: Romance, Hijinks, They Want To Fuck So Bad Setting: Post TDTL Spoilers: through TDTL Chapters: 1 Word Count: 17223 Status: Complete Summary: Logan Echolls is home from deployment. Time to cue the sweeping movie montage, right? Notes: Logan and Veronica try to have sex everywhere and it is my life force. The car scene when they get pulled over and Logan instinctively hiding under Veronica’s desk....god i love everyone in this bar

Ready to Go Author: Amberina Pairing: Logan/Duncan; Veronica Genre: Friendship, Romance, Angst Setting: Post Season 1 Spoilers: not obvious but 1.22, “Leave it to Beaver” Chapters: 1 Word Count: 6346 Status: Complete Summary: "Let's leave. Let's go. What's left in Neptune for us anyway?" (AKA Duncan, Logan and Veronica have wacky adventures on the road! Also angst.) Notes: Logan getting hissy and storming off from the car while Duncan and Veronica just watch him and then calling a taxi once he’s out of their sight is PEAK logan. I love boyfriends, even if they’re angst-ing in this, and they big time are.

Nashville On My Mind Author: hjcallipygian Pairing: Logan, Veronica, Duncan Genre: Friendship, Hijinks Setting: Post Season 1 AU Spoilers: 1.22, “Leave it to Beaver” Chapters: 1 Word Count: 1659 Status: Complete Summary: Every year, they take a road trip together. This year, it's to Nashville, Tennessee. Notes: i just spent forty minutes trying to find this fic to the point where i was genuinely concerned i had hallucinated it. it’s so fucking good. a sequel/prequel of sorts to grand canyon by sadiekate (recc’d in the previously section). logan is a mess and by god do i love him

Six Times Logan Echolls Got Wet Author: bryrosea, CarolineShea, ghostcat, kmd0107, marshmallowtasha, SilverLining2k6 Pairing: Logan/Veronica Rating: Teen Genre: Romance, Friendship, Hijinks Setting: Everywhere Spoilers: All series to MKAT Chapters: 6 Word Count: 11568 Status: Complete Summary: aka: The Wet Henley ChroniclesSix stories in which we probably give Logan Echolls pneumonia, inspired by the movie's infamous wet henley. Set variously across the series and post-MKAT. Notes: each chapter is written by a different author, they’re all good but bryrosea’s chapter and silvery’s chapter are my favorites. set during the summer between season 1 & 2 and post season three respectively they do such a great job dealing with the fractious and tumultuous nature of Logan/Veronica’s relationship at the time and i love it so much

A Little Dysfunctionality Goes A Long Way Author: fluffernutter8 Pairing: Logan/Veronica Rating: Teen Genre: ANGST with a side of fucking ANGST, happy ending but jesus Setting: Post Season 3 AU Spoilers: 1.22, “Leave it to Beaver” Chapters: 1 Word Count: 2878 Status: Complete Summary: Despite their history, Logan and Veronica might be somewhere on the brink of normal. A few years post season 3. Notes: i just read this for the first time 07/13/20 at 9:08pm because when i asked shelby for her favorite logan fics she included this one. i am fucking dead now and-- there’s nothing else to say about it. i’m just fucking dead. for YEARS i have said that nobody with the username fluffernutter8 should be able to write shit this goddamn emotional and yet, time and time again, i find myself here fuckign wrecked and furious about it

these are just ghosts that broke my heart before i met you Author: theviolonist Pairing: Logan, Veronica, Carrie, Dick Rating: Teen Genre: Introspection, Angst, I Love Logan Setting: Pre Movie & Movie Spoilers: Movie Chapters: 1 Word Count: 1326 Status: Complete Summary: In the army they say, don't think of the target as a person, otherwise you won't have the guts to pull the trigger. Notes: fuck, you guys. this one is so beautiful. an exploration into logan’s grief and him trying to move on and it cuts like a damn knife because he can never really do it but fuck he wants to so bad and [lucas scott voice] that’s gotta mean something, right? truly so so wonderful

Fugue Author: vaeran Pairing: Logan/Veronica, Logan/Lilly, Dick Rating: Teen Genre: Angst, hopeful ending Setting: Post Season 1 Spoilers: 1.22, “Leave it to Beaver” Chapters: 1 Word Count: 4137 Status: Complete Summary: It's something he refuses to let go because it defines who he is and what he has become. Notes: deviates from the PCHer confrontation on the bridge, which means logan takes a little longer to come around to reconciliation with veronica. it’s perfect and i particularly love the logan/lilly in this, he’s hurt but still so impossibly and eternally in love with her

One Flew Over the Echolls Nest Author: Wynn Pairing: Logan/Veronica, Duncan Rating: Teen Genre: Angst, Friendship Setting: Post Season 1 AU Spoilers: 1.22, “Leave it to Beaver” Chapters: 1 Word Count: 1507 Status: Complete Summary: Open wide and see what's inside. A bridge and a bed and Veronica. Logan finds himself in a mental institution after the events of "Leave it to Beaver." Veronica, Duncan, and Logan's psychiatrist attempt to help. Notes: so sad and so good!!! the part where Logan’s psychiatrist asks him when the last time he was happy was fucking wrecks me everytime!!

Free at last Author: querulousgawks Pairing: Logan, Weevil, Aaron Rating: Teen Genre: Frenemies, They Are Boyfriends Setting: Season 2 Spoilers: 2.09, “My Mother, the Fiend” Chapters: 1 Word Count: 1242 Status: Complete Summary: Logan and Weevil and fire go a long way back. A flashback scene interrupts their Season 2 meeting in the Neptune Grand. Notes: I LOVE EVERY SINGLE THING ABOUT THIS SO GOD DAMN MUCH

The Right Shade of Red Author: ghostcat Pairing: Trina, Logan, Aaron Rating: Teen Genre: ANGST Setting: Pre-series Spoilers: 1.15, “Ruskie Business” Chapters: 1 Word Count: 883 Status: Complete Summary: Trina finds her jerky little brother hiding in her closet and does the unexpected thing. (Or, A time Logan trusted Trina) Notes: If you want 883 words to be able to make you feel like you’ve been hit by a truck this is the fic for you! I love the Echolls family dynamics so much, and this one is excellent.

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basically-i-write-shit · 5 years ago

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Can we get teachers AU TsukiYama, where Tsukki is the strict and fired teacher, and his students know nothing about his personal life. One day one of their faves teacher pops in, Yama who is caring and a little bit nervous though each lecture, and gives Tsukki his bento, he had forgotten it and Yama tells him to eat well and I love you. And before Yama can leave, they ask how he knows Tsukki. And yama looks at his lover and then back at them, and just; he is my husband and Tsukki just blushes.

Teacher aus like this are??????? S O good???

Students at Miyagi University don’t take Tsukishima sensei’s class for fun. They take his class because human anatomy 400 is required of senior pre-med students. They take his class because he’s passionate about biochemistry and rarely gives tests in his classes because he’s so much happier just lecturing. The premed and other various science students appreciate that he isn’t like other professors who talk about themselves most of the lesson and drown them in pointless tests.

Some people find Tsukishima dry and boring, but he’s still a beloved teacher even if only the students he advises for really know something about him.

Yamaguchi sensei (or rather, he has his students call him Yamaguchi-san) is a professor a lot of students on campus know and love; he teaches some college prep literature classes at a local high school in the mornings and always has snacks for the students. Once his mornings are done, he makes his way to the university for his afternoon poly-sci classes. All of the students who loved him in high school and now go to the university always seek out his courses, even if he isn’t teaching something in their major.

Yamaguchi talks a lot about his home like; about his jaunts into the university sports’ games, his dog Momoe, his husband Kei, movie nights and baking adventures and everything in between.

So one day when he peeks his head shyly into Kei’s lecture hall, thinking the other professor is setting up for class not-- not in the middle of it, he’s kind of horrified. But Kei is a stern teacher and always stops lectures when he’s interrupted by the door, and so when Kei’s eyes lock on him he decides to just finish what he came here for.

Tadashi marches up to the front of the lecture hall, ignoring the whispers from students -- some of whom he recognizes from his classes -- as he plops a bento down in front of Kei but next to the notes he’s reading from.

“You left this in my office, and I forgot that I’ll be off campus for lunch today. You usually don’t have class right now, guess I mixed up today with Wednesday’s schedule.”

Kei blinks at him a moment, nodding slowly. “Thank you...”

“I’ll head back now-- sorry, Tsukki, go back to your lecture.”

Tadashi chuckles at Kei’s quiet nod, a bit upset at being interrupted but happy to see his husband so unexpectedly. Tadashi starts his march back to the door he came out of, and before he can he hears a quiet cough.

“Y- Yamaguchi-san?..”

He looks up with a smile-- three rows up, he sees a shy young girl from one of his freshman level courses. “Yes? I should let you get bck to Doctor Tsukki-- Tsukishima--’s class.”

“W- Well, that’s just it...how do you know Tsukishima sensei?..”

“I...Dear, I thought you know? We’re married.” Tadashi’s brows furrow. He smiles pleasantly before heading over to the door and exiting. Kei has already gone back to lecturing, a small, rare smile on his lips as he speaks.

...Though, Kei doesn’t get to talk long before the whispers and gasps in the room become too much. With a sigh, he allows himself to stop lecturing just for today to answer questions-- but only with the promise that the students won’t say another word about this to anyone else.

#haikyuu!!#tsukkiyama #yamatsukki #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #tadashi yamaguchi #kei tsukishima #fluff #married au #teacher au #married teachers au #uwu

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renywrites · 6 years ago

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Galra AU Shidge... Not sure if that counts as a prompt but I can't think of anything to add to it

Hi! Let me say that I am so sorry that this took so, so long - but I really hope you enjoy this!

Ask to be Unbroken

The day Pidge met Takashi Shirogane was easily one of the worst days of her life.

It was the day after her entire family — the entire town — had been killed. She was the last, hidden away in the blood and carnage and wreckage, waiting for death to come on swift wings and take her like it had taken everything else. Ash and soot clung to her bloodied, matted fur. The smell of smoke and death was heavy on her tongue, in her nose. Whatever wounds she had were caked with blood and dirt and she could feel infection and fever seeping into her body with each hour that passed.

The Galra Empire had arisen. Her town was not the first town in opposition, though they might have been the last. The people Pidge had grown up with, the people who she had loved — they had stood up when the Emperor had begun killing innocent outsiders and turning a blind eye to the wicked magic his wife had grown fond of. She had watched her father and the other men in the town gather around her kitchen table, pouring over notes and maps and hastily thrown together battle plans.

She had sat in the hallway with her older brother, huge ears trembling as she listened as intently as she could. She had been there, constructing weapons and helping enhance ships when her father had finally given in to her insistent pleas to help their revolution. She had watched families lose sons, daughters, brothers, mothers, and fathers. She had watched bond-mates get ripped away from their beloved as the war raged and the Emperor’s wiles grew and his humanity dwindled and then evaporated.

And just hours ago, she had watches troops of the Galra horde kill families in cold blood and set the town alight in flame. She had watched her family get murdered, narrowly avoiding death herself. She had only survived because her older brother, Matthew, had pushed her into a cupboard and told her to be silent for once, Katie, and she had listened. Matthew had been dead at her feet when she’d pushed the door open.

Now it was only her in the ash and soot and blood that was left of what had been her home. Only her and countless piles of bone and fur that had once been her family and her friends.

Pidge didn’t know how long she sat there among the death and rubble. After her tears had run out and exhaustion had set in, she had sat down in the middle of what had once been the main road, staring into the horizon and wishing for death.

What came, however, was not death. Instead, a beat up ship with a worn looking Rebellion insignia painted on the side kicked up a dust storm in the near distance, disturbing the morbid silence. Four figures stepped out after the engines had cut, and Pidge watched with distant interest as they surveyed the area around them.

There wasn’t much left for them here. Just blood and dust and bones and… and Pidge. But she wasn’t much more, either. She closed her eyes, hoping maybe this was all a terrible, terrible dream and she would wake with Matt pulling her ears and laughing in her face, and her mother at the stove, and her father tinkering away in the yard.

When she did open her eyes, it wasn’t to Matt. It was to an unfamiliar voice, accompanied by grey eyes and fluffy ears poking out a tuft of white fur. She realized distantly that it was a male Galra, and that he was speaking to her. She blinked dust from hazy green eyes, reaching up to adjust the broken spectacles that she’d taken from her brother’s body.

“There’s nothing for you here.” She found herself speaking, her voice unrecognizable even to her own ears.

Those grey eyes she was looking into brighten a bit into something hopeful, and she has to close her eyes. There was no hope here, not anymore. Hope had died with the rest of her family.

“You’re here, aren’t you?” The Galra asked, his voice a soothing timbre.

An ugly smile twisted her face, her eyes opening to narrow slits. “Leave me to die with the rest of them.” She hissed, her ears pinned back. Her body was trembling.

“I think that would be a terrible way to die,” he said, his voice low and soothing and conversational, like they weren’t sitting in the prime example of the genocide the Emperor was capable of. She hated it. She wanted him to feel her pain. She wanted him to hurt, to feel the fire burning in her lungs and the stiff knots in her belly and the trembling exhaustion in her body.

“Besides,” the Galra continues, oblivious to her anguish. “I think your friends would want you to continue their fight, don’t you think?”

Something in Pidge wanted to snap back, wanted to spit poison at his feet, rake her claws against his face. But the exhaustion won out the grief and she sagged forward, pressing her fingers to her face and letting out an ugly sob, one that made some part of her want to lean into this man and beg for comfort.

“Come with me.” His voice gave way to something pleading, and she doesn’t stop him when he cups her elbows. “Let’s make them pay for their deaths.”

Pidge looked up at him, her vision blurry, and took a breath. “What’s your name?”

He smiled, standing up and guiding her with him. “My name is Shiro.”

Pidge was taken to some sort of rebellion base after the Galra — Shiro — had coaxed her to join him and his crew.

She had heard her father talk of this place, once or twice, when she had snuck out of her room after bedtime to listen to the meetings. Somehow, it was nothing and also everything she had imagined. For one thing, there were many more people than she dreamed. Along with that, there were no maps and strategies planned by the light of the lamp — instead there were entire meeting rooms and holoscreens dedicated to that.There were differences, though. Many of the people looked to be close to her age. They functioned less like a military and more like a city, including the apartments and different shops.

Pidge didn’t get to see much of it at first. She was whisked away to the medical bay almost immediately after they had set foot in the hangar. Everything was so bright and clean, and she realized just how filthy she was when they pushed her into a private shower and gave her some sort of thin hospital gown.

Getting her brother’s blood out of her fur was easily one of the hardest things Pidge had ever made herself do. In some odd way, it felt like betrayal.

After she’d been scrubbed and poked and prodded, she was given a room close to the med bay, where they could monitor her. The room itself was lonelier than the dying city had been.

When Pidge was finally left alone to her own thoughts and devices, one thought took precedence over every other, and it was unwanted in the worst sort of way.

I am alive and my family is not.

What a cruel fate — outliving your parents and your older brother. Afraid of what was to come, Pidge bowed her head and cried for every lost life she had left behind.

Shiro was persistent in the worst way possible.

Every day, he showed up to accompany Pidge places; to the cafeteria, to the library, to the med bay, to her own room. At first, she’d done her damndest to ignore him. It was humiliating enough to have been found in the state she had been, but it was even worse to have to look at him and remember that he was also the one who had taken her away from the death she had wanted to die.

Nonetheless, he was adamant on staying around her. It became difficult to ignore the person who held doors for you or introduced you to people or put you in social situations where not talking was considered rude instead of necessary. Pidge was pushed from cold silence to grudging conversation in a matter of days.

(She tried to convince herself it wasn’t because when he smiled as she picked up the conversation to take it somewhere, he looked a little like her brother when he had found a flaw in a textbook. Gleeful and excited.)

But it didn’t stop there! Oh, no. He’d gone and introduced her to his crew, too, which meant now they came around more often. Tiptoe though they might around her, because she was still ticking like a bomb waiting to go off. Pidge became unwilling acquaintances with three more people.

Keith was Shiro’s younger brother, a hotheaded young Galra who shot off at the mouth and had a temper that often got him in trouble and in dangerous situations. He was the opposite of Shiro in so many ways, right down to his constant frown, that Pidge wondered if they could really be siblings at all. She and Matt had often been mistaken for twins, despite their three year age difference.

His mate, and partner in crime, was an Altean named Lance. He was just as mouthy, although his snark was more sass and often more playful in nature. He and his mate, Keith, often bickered, but Pidge deduced that it was how they showed their affection.

Her favorite by far was the Balmeran named Hunk. He was brilliant, whip-smart and one of the kindest people she had ever met. Although it was hard to get close to him, because they ran on the same wavelength that she and her brother had — and that was just too painful for now.

Pidge often found herself hanging with variations of the group — but Shiro was the only constant, like her solid shadow, a calming force beside her. It was overwhelming to be near such an easy version of family.

She tried to tough it out and be with them. She did. But after the second time they were all together, it became too much.

The trigger was sudden and unbidden. Lance and Keith had paused in their bickering to gaze lovingly at each other, caught up in some silly argument over what they wanted to eat for dinner. Hunk was talking, or trying to talk, mechanics with Pidge, and Shiro was sitting at her side, watching like an approving parent.

It was all too much. Too familiar. She could hear the screams echoing in her ears, could taste the blood and ash on her tongue. Her brother had let her borrow his book on Altean mechanics the night before it all happened. That same book had crumbled away to dust at her feet when she’d stumbled to crouch at her mother’s side.

Pidge stood with an audible, wet sort of gasp. Everyone stopped, but not her mind. No, her mind was filled with death and decay and the sickening sort of guilt that came with being the only one out of hundreds to survive.

“Pidge?” Hunk asked, trailing off. Lance and Keith look away from one another and over to her.

It’s all so much.

The overwhelming urge to flee hits her, and she stumbles in the direction where her room was, where she could hide and scream and beat her fists on the wall until her claws broke and she could bleed. Just like all of them had.

She presses her hands to her ears. They’re all up on their feet before she can make them stop, make them stay, make them leave her alone. All of them are speaking, all of them are asking things of her — all of them, except for Shiro.

A hand comes up to rest on her shoulder, and it’s like all of the rest of the world goes quiet.

“Pidge,” Shiro said, and she can feel herself fracturing.

“I can’t.” She gasped.

She expects to be asked to explain herself. She expects there to be more words, but she can’t put words to the feeling of ash and blood and flame clogging her throat. She can’t make them understand the guilt that she wears like a second skin.

But then she’s being lifted up into strong arms. For a moment, she struggles, but then Shiro is nuzzling her ears and it’s so familiar that she relaxes with a wet sob into his chest. After that, the tears that have become plentiful in these few days return in full force.

Pidge is carried back to her room, but Shiro doesn’t put her down. Instead, he climbed his way into her bed, nestling her smaller body close to his and holding her the way a lover might. Her ugly sobbing turned to weeping, giving way to weak exhaustion.

“You will not feel this way forever.” His voice was close to her ear, making it flick back to brush against his cheek.

Good, she thought, because I am broken and if I break anymore I will turn to dust.

“You aren’t alone, Pidge. You will never be alone.”

“How aren’t I alone?” She argued, her gaze clouded with liquid anguish. “I have lost everything. Everything. I have no family, no home. I’d say I’m pretty alone.”

The male Galra was quiet for a time, rubbing his cheek against her ear. His silence was not malicious; simply thoughtful.

“I am here.” He offered after she had settled back into the horrible spiral of death and dead and dying and guilt.

“What?” Pidge was bewildered.

“I am here,” Shiro said again. She could feel his smile, soft and timid, against her head. “I will not leave you.”

“You cannot stop death, Shiro.” She said, resigned.

“No,” he agreed, pulling back a bit. His fingers caught just under her chin and she found herself looking up into the same grey eyes that had pulled her from her stupor the first time. “But I can promise to be here for as long as I can.”

Let me in, his gaze screamed, stealing the breath from her lungs. Let me show you how I will stay.

She didn’t want to. All of her instincts warned her to push him away, to turn him to the door and order him out. It was logic now. Get too close to people and it would kill you to watch them die. She had already died a hundred times over — one more would fracture her beyond repair.

But another part of her was drawn to his soft reassurance and his willingness to help her heal.

Put me back together, that part of her begged. Put me back together and ask me to be unbroken.

“You promise?” Her words are whispered, afraid to be loud in case someone heard and came to rip them away again.

Shiro’s smile is the soft sheets of her childhood bed. His eyes are the grey of the dusk in the summer in her village. His closeness is the balm to every ache that had seeped into her bones and weighed her down. “I promise.”

Pidge had never believed anything more in her life.

#shidge #shiro #pidge #voltron #galra au #galra Pidge #galra shiro #galra empire #voltron galra #fanfiction

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reylofanfictionanthology · 6 years ago

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The Reylo Fanfiction Anthology St. Valentine’s Day Love Fest

This year, to celebrate St. Valentine’s Day, we wanted to show the Reylo Writing Community a little bit of love by hosting a Reylo Fanfiction St. Valentine’s Day Love Fest.

We will accept recommendations for this project until the end of February. You can find details about how to submit a recommendation to the project here.

Love Fest List #3/?

Reylo Community Recommendations

the back hand of god by meritmut

Summary: “He doesn’t know what it is, to have—that thing, inside you,” her voice is quieter than he’s ever heard it. “To feel it, clawing like it wants to get out.”

Recommendation by dearly: “A wonderfully Gothic and dark Penny Dreadful-ish AU.”

I don't want (to set the world on fire) by OccasionallyCreative

Summary: Rey goes on a mission to answer a distress signal on a Force-sensitive alien planet and finds something that might just save her if it doesn't lead to her ruin.

Recommendation by dearly: “Beautiful and lush writing, angst with Annihilation vibes.”

and the snow started falling by redbells

Summary: Trapped by shame and snow, Kylo Ren faces his ghosts.

Recommendation by dearly: “Post-canon angst set in a snow storm with Force ghost Han.”

The Interstellar Platypus by Omnicat

Summary: Laying eggs is hard when you’re almost entirely mammal, but that’s what modern medicine was invented for. Or: almost nine months ago, Rey unexpectedly put an egg in Ben. Today they get to celebrate it having successfully come out - if Ben can stay awake long enough.

Recommendation by Bombastique: “Rey has knocked a redeemed Ben up, and he has birthed an egg: what’s not to love? This is a strange and funny and gentle fic that goes unusually heavy into speculative fiction for a canon Star Wars story. Rey is joyful, loving, and mildly flummoxed by the situation. Ben is stubborn, proud, loving, and off his gourd on pain meds. Their egg daughter has a lovely shell. If Episode IX can’t get these two right, this will be the true canon ending for me.”

The ways we say I love you by Kyriadamorte

Summary: It's not that he doesn't love her; he does - more than his own life, more than power, more than the lies Snoke had wrapped him in for decades. And it's not that he doesn't want her - he does…after a fashion. But not in the ways he's supposed to. Not in the ways she'll eventually want. He's not that. And he can't be that for her.

Recommendation by dearly: “Soft reylo with asexual Ben”

Someone Else's War by sunshineflying

Summary: The tale of infamous smuggler Ben Solo and his desperate attempts to sweet-talk his way into the good graces of Rey of Jakku, so he can leave the planet and start making his way towards Cloud City. Rey is having none of it, but the two end up on an adventure across the galaxy, anyway. Starring all our beloved Star Wars sequel trilogy characters (for the most part), and a whole slew of the same events, but caused by different things, and often handled a little differently than in canon.

Recommendation by BonnieSwims: “A canon-divergent story with Smuggler Ben meeting Rey who owns the Falcon. Interesting take on their meeting, Ben's time with Luke, and how he deals with family, the Resistance, and Snoke. I loved how the author wove in canon events and added her own creative twist to Rey and Ben. It was good adventure that included Maz, Lando, Han, Leia, and the Resistance and even Snoke!”

RFFA Writers Self Recommendations

Proof by Contradiction by pillar_of_salt

Summary: Haptics, the sense of touch, is crucial for human exploration and manipulation of the world.-Five years after Rey Johnson breaks up with Ben Solo, CEO of First Order Technologies, she finds herself roped into talking him out of completing work on a massive, troubling new venture: Project VADER.

“This fic spawned out of a single joke I made to a colleague that private industry is like the Dark Side of academia. It then proceeded to grow arms and legs and a 20K plot while running away from me entirely. If you like science, robots, exes not being quite over each other, college/university AUs, some light treason, and gratuitous meta-commentary on academic culture and surveillance technology, you might enjoy reading this fic!”

beam that lights the way home by @politicalmamaduck

Summary: The stars lit their path to each other, and lit their way home together.

“This was my 2018 Reylo Fanfiction Anthology piece! I worked really hard to include so many of the other things I love about Star Wars canon, as well as a realistic Force bond and development of Rey and Kylo's relationship. The title and inspiration mean a lot to me as well, since they involve Irish mythology.”

cause i'm gonna make this place your home by @reylocalligraphy

Summary: “I promise you, one day, when this war is over, I will take you to see the most beautiful planets in the galaxy.” Two years later, Kylo makes good on his promise to Rey. Together, they take a holiday journeying planets all around the galaxy.

“This fic is a heartwarming tale of Rey and Ben understanding each other, traveling the galaxy (from Mustafar to Chandrila, Coruscant to Takodana), and finding home in each other.”

Banana Nut Muffins by sokki09

Summary: Ben's radio show is all over the place and Rey can't help but call in to comment.

“I wrote this for the latest collection, ATBFD, and I’m so proud of it!! It’s fluffy and full of banter and impromptu make out sessions!”

In Living Memory by SpaceWaffleHouseTM

Summary: Ben and Rey are rendered immortal after being struck by lightning at the precise same moment, and keep running into one another as the centuries drag on.

“I’ve put lots of thought and planning into it and I want to give people a story.”

#reylo #reylo fanfiction anthology #valentine's day love fest #rffa writers #photo edit #mod post #love fest list

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muses-darling · 5 years ago

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A Seduction of the Darkside - A Star Wars AU - CH. 7 Drifting

Ignis sat meditating reaching out with the force, even Sith meditated, but this was more than meditation, he was searching for someone. So when he arrived at the hellish place that was his birth planet the planet of Mustafar he wondered at how they could have come to be here: Mustafar hadn’t always been a planet of churning bubbling lava. There had once been a lushness so deep and vast that would have rivaled even Naboo or Alderaan. However due to love and the loss of one loved it had become fire. Much like him, Those events predated even him. He walked along the crumbling volcanic rock looking up he saw a clear line of division, on the other side was a fecundity, the lushness he knew already, Alderaan? But how were the two places so merged? Was that where Kit was staying? Or were they at each other’s hearts? He saw the other man sitting before him peaceful, “Kit?”

Kit looked up from where he sat coming to a standing position at seeing him, “Lord Ignis.”

Ignis felt a bit of sorrow he had hoped Kit would have called him Hades, he found he liked the sound of his birth name being formed by that man’s perfect tongue, those lips forming the syllables. “Hello Kit.” He smiled walking to the edge of their worlds.

“How?” Kit asked.

“The force? It has many abilities, many I would have showed you had you stayed.” Ignis told him. “Why? Why didn’t you stay?”

“It wasn’t where the force lead me,” Kit admitted.

“Jedi always doing as you are told.” Ignis shook his head.

“I am of the force and it flows through me.” Kit told him.

“And through me,” There was something different about Kit in the time away from him. “What power I could have shown you the darkside is so much stronger than the light.”

“No,” Kit said calmly, “Neither side is stronger than the other, yes there is dark and yes there is light but there is so much more than that.”

Ignis frowned, “What have you learned Kit?” He reached forward through the barrier towards Kit.

Kit saw the hand and raised his hand the blade extending from it was pure white.

Ignis’ eyes looked down at the blade eyes widening, he knew that crystal, “My Kyber Crystal? But how?”

“It wasn’t easy healing it, the torment done unto that crystal was beyond anything I’ve ever seen,” Kit held up the sword for Ignis to look over.

“It took time, lot’s of time, and lots of love.” Kit spoke tears falling from his face.

Such emotion, but that was not the Jedi way? Yet Kit seemed more in control of his emotions he sensed sadness but it didn’t consume him, Ignis felt himself take a step back. “What have you learned?” His hand still remained up.

Kit lowered his blade and held up his hand, “There is so much more to the force Hades. There is more than the darkness, there is more than the light, the force is both the force is more than we make of it.”

Ignis’ fingers gently touched the tips of Kit’s as their hands entwined. “Kit,” He breathed the man’s name.

Kit held to his hand. “Hades.”

Hades’ eyes softened from their Sith nature into the gentle blues that they once had been, “You are never far from my thoughts, my dreams.” Hades admitted as looked him over then his attention was caught behind Kit and fear real fear came to Hade’s face. “Kit you need to go!”

The smile turned to a frown, “Go?”

“Kit I beg of you go!” Hades said his eyes becoming Sith like again. “GO!” Ignis shot forward from where he had been meditating. Kit! Kit was in danger! He stood up shakily. How had he come to care for the Jedi?

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Kit had become aware of the lightsaber humming behind him his hand shot out his newly formed lightsaber the one that bore Hades’ Kyber Crystal came to life. He brought it up blocking the blow of the assailant. “Lord Vesania!”

“Hello Jedi.” Vesania grinned lightning crackled down the body and at Kit.

Kit blocked with the force, then returned with yellow lightning.

“Oooh you learned some tricks, I wonder how your precious Jedi friends will feel when they learn you fell to the darkside before your death.”

“I’ve not fallen,” Kit shook his head. “I have achieved balance.” Kit spoke softly. “True balance.” He held up his blade ready for Vesania’s next move

Vesania’s eyes widened before he let out a belly aching laugh. “You really think you can stop me with so small a burst of lightning? Oh you Jedi are really stupid. Have a taste of real power.”

The air around Kit thrummed with energy before crackles echoed about his ear. Kit closed his eyes and let the energy build before force pushing all of it at Vesania.

Vesania landed hard as all the lightning coarsed through him repelled back at him.

Kit moved towards him standing over the Sith his blade at the man’s throat. “Yield.”

“Never,” Vesania reached out through the force and sent a brick at Kit who spun slicing it from himself. Vesania took the opportunity to leave the room.

“Track Lord Vesania’s ship.”

“Yes my Emperor,” an attendant began looking through the data pad in their hand. “He is on the Moon Yavin Four.”

Not far, but was he close enough? Ignis had to wonder as he boarded his personal ship. “I will return in my absence continue as we have.”

Kit hurried after Lord Vesania summoning out his second blade. They clashed in the great central room of the temple.

Lord Vesania lifted up a huge chunk of fallen ceiling with the force hurtling it at Kit.

Kit shattered it sending the multitude of pieces at Lord Vesania.

Vesania threw up a projection of the force unable to block all of it dropping to his feet as blood flowed from where he had been struck. “Clever little Jedi, you have learned much in our time apart, but it is all for not. See that you are alone.” Vesania cackled. “Your petty attempts at bringing me down will do nothing! Does this anger you little Jedi? Good taste the anger what real anger feels like. Look into my eyes little Jedi.”

Kit knew better than to look at Vesania’s eyes, tales of a dark sith who could with the look in their eyes kill with the hatred they held. Kit reached out with the force instead finding the vines that grew along the ceiling and walls and began flooding them with the force encouraging their growth till they were long enough, “I think you will find I can always find friends.” Kit smiled as vines twisted and wrapped around Vesania’s limbs constraining him.

Footfalls behind him told him other’s approached. “Thank the force we are not too late.” Aziraphale said brandishing a blade and looking to Crowley. “We were examining the library at a nearby temple when we sensed him. Are you alright Kit?”

“Nothing a bit of Bacta and meditation can’t help.” Kit gave a winning smile.

Vesania’s blade became a whirlwind cutting away the vines. “I’M NOT FINISHED WITH YOU JEDI!”

Crowley’s blade extended, “Aww just when things were looking a little wrapped up.”

Kit and the other two encircled the Sith keeping a distance and watching him.

Vesania lunged at Crowley only to realize that it was actually Aziraphale.

“My dear boy don’t you know it’s not nice to attack one’s elders.” He chastised him meeting the Sith’s blade before reaching up with his hand to Vesania’s forehead. A blinding light came from his hand over Vesania’s eyes blinding him.

Vesania moved back then stood ready, “If you think this momentary darkness frightens me, you are truly foolish old man. I was born in the dark, raised in it, and it powers me.”

Aziraphale rolled his eyes as well as his head in annoyance stepping silently around Vesania and pressing the button on the Sith’s lightsaber as he pulled it from his hands. “Then you should be able to see that you are beaten.”

Crowley moved closer to help apprehend the Sith Lord his foot landing not so quietly.

Vesania’s head jerked and he raised his arm the all too familiar crackling of energy surged out but it wasn’t Crowley who took the brunt of it.

“AZIRAPHALE!” Crowley’s eyes widened as he watched his beloved take all of it the whole blast his body shuddering and falling Crowley caught him looking up at the man, “YOU BASTARD!” He set Aziraphale down gently.

Kit felt his green blade leave his hand as Dark energy swirled around Crowley.

“Master Crowley.”

“GET HIM OUT OF HERE, THIS LITTLE BOY ISSSSS GOING TO LEARN A LESSSSON,” The roof above began cracking.

Kit used the force to help him get Aziraphale out of there. Outside he saw why the temple was cracking as a meteor pulled from the stars above came through the top of the temple. “Master Crowley.” He set Aziraphale down in the ship’s med bay hooking him up to a feed of bacta and hurrying back out narrowly dodging pieces of the temple as they were flung into the jungle. “MASTER CROWLEY!” He held up his hands as dust flew around himself.

Crowley stood in the destructing temple Vesania’s corpse at his feet, Crowley was not a fighter, but when it came to Aziraphale. Aziraphale! He looked up and saw Kit, “Azirphale?” He asked weakly.

“He’s alive, he needs time to heal, so do you. We need to leave. I sense more coming this way. Master Crowley.” Kit reached out gently taking Crowley’s arm.

Crowley looked up at him and for a moment he almost saw the small blonde child with green eyes as big as the twin moons of Lothal.

“Master Crowley?” Little Kit asked walking up to Crowley in the garden. “None of the other younglings will train with me, can I stay here in the garden with you?”

Crowley turned to little Kit and smiled, “I’d like that very much Kit.”

Kit beamed up at him always a sunny child, a kind one with a bright future.

Crowley continued watering the pants.

“Can I help you?”

Kids needed something to do, being still was something learned over time not instantly understood. “Yes of course young Kit, let me know if you find any plants that have any spots on them.”

Kit nodded, “Yes Master Crowley!” He hurried off before long his small voice could be heard shouting. “I FOUND ONE! I FOUND ONE!” He jumped up and down waving the Master down.

Crowley walked over to him and smiled down at him. “Well now let’s see what kind of spot that it is?” He frowned clearly displeased.

“Did I do something wrong?” Kit asked.

“No Kit I’m disappointed in this plant for not being of a fortitude to stand up to sunspots.” Crowley’s fingers took hold of the plant only to be interrupted by the child crying. “What is it?”

“You’re not going to kill it are you?” Kit asked eyes welling up with tears looking up at him. “Surely it could learn from this? Get better and never do it again! It just needs to be healed.”

“I’m sure you are right Kit, perhaps Master Aziraphale can help when he is available, he is a master healer.” Crowley nodded.

Kit smiled clearly happy with this.

Crowley knew that the moment Kit was gone that the plant would be removed from the garden before it could taint any other plants. “Kit want me to show you something you can do with the plants and the Force?”

Crowley was pulled from his reverie as they entered Hyperspace looking over he saw Aziraphale resting peacefully already looking less injured by Vesania’s lighting. His eyes looked to Kit who was piloting the ship.

“You blacked out,” Kit told him, there was already Sith Imperial ships arriving we made it through I don’t know how.” Kit shook his head as he neared where Aziraphale lay. “He’ll heal just fine, he always was a Master Healer you always said so.”

Crowley smiled, “I saw the vines, well done Kit seems you practiced when we weren’t together training.”

Kit beamed feeling chuffed at the compliment. “Well I’ve had three amazing masters teach me what they have, something had to stick.”

Crowley nodded sitting back down his hand going to Aziraphale’s, “I think I’m going to stay here for a while.”

“Of course,” Kit told him. “There is fresh tea brewed up if you want it.”

“Perhaps something stronger?”

“I’ll see what there is.” Kit nodded. “Rest well Master Crowley.”

Crowley nodded hearing Kit’s footsteps fade before he looked to Azirphale, “You shouldn’t have done that angel,” He smoothed Aziraphale’s hair. “It could have killed you, from what it looks like it nearly did. You are a bastard you know that,” He told Aziraphale tucking him in as he lay beside him on the medical bed. “Thank you.” He never said those last two words when anyone could hear them.

“You’re welcome.” Aziraphale said eyes opening a smile on his face as he squeezed his husband’s hand.

“Aziraphale!” Crowley turned and pulled him to him. “What the bloody-do-you-even!-What-was!-I-thought-you-you-had-don’t-you-ever-do-that-again!”

“I can’t make any promises,” Aziraphale smiled kissing the tip of Crowley’s nose. “But I will do my best if you will do yours to keep out of danger.”

“Oh Angel.” Crowley shook his head resting his forehead against Aziraphale’s. “Aziraphale.”

“I love you.”

“Not as much as I you.”

#Ch.7 A Seduction of the Darkside #SeaCoastCity SWAU #SW:ASD

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draco9236 · 6 years ago

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9 Things meme

I was tagged by two of the nicest people I get the pleasure to slowly get to know better: @joi-in-the-tardis and @gingergallifreyan - thank you! <3 Sorry for taking ages to answer these, but I was out of the country and these things really look a mess, when done on the mobile app version...

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single and busy with life. I’m okay with that, mostly. Definitely always am, when one of my friends comes to me with a relationship crisis and looking for advice (sure, ask the forever single... but somehow it works for them *shrugs*)

TOP 3 SHIPS: I’m not really a shipper, unless it’s set by the show/movie/book series... But I enjoy the following: Doctor x Rose (I’d be out of stuff to read, if I weren’t, lol). “Shipping” someone probably means only in the love kinda way, but as I was never one to swim with the mass, I say Doctor & Donna FriendSHIP over everything and I also love the Hardy & Ellie Miller bickering friendship dynamic. (okay, for the shippers among you I also add the book version Temperance Brennan x Andrew Ryan from Kathy Reichs’ books - not the TV show “Bones” though, I really can’t stand the differences to my beloved books! Sorry, not sorry to all “Bones” lovers out there)

CHAPSTICK or LIPSTICK: Chapstick, the medicated kind does wonders, which is needed as I tend to peel the skin off my lower lip (don’t ask why). Need to remember to get more when I’m in the US, as nothing over here compares to the original chapstick...

FAVOURITE COLOUR: As black is not considered a color... I say dark red and blue

LAST SONG: Just got the new album from my favourite medieval rock band and I’ve been listening to that one song over and over since then, so I’d say “Träume aus Eis” (Dreams made of Ice) by Saltatio Mortis

LAST MOVIE: Bad Samaritan - finally got to watch it at 2am during the bus ride back from Paris, when all 44 kids I was supposed to watch finally were asleep.

AT HOME: What does that question mean? Am I at home right now? Yeah...

TOP 3 SHOWS: Doctor Who, Daredevil, Chicago Fire / P.D. / Med (they are all tied together so don’t make me choose! And I have so many more I could put down, really don’t make me cut the list down even more)

LATELY I’VE BEEN READING: Fic, that always seems to distract me from all the books I crave to read... Still reading Good Omens, when I’m not distracted by fanfiction and I put everything down for a new Kathy Reichs book

TOP 3 BANDS /ARTISTS: Saltatio Mortis, Green Day, anything Musical (yes, I know that’s neither a band or specific artist... live with it, I do)

Idk who’s already done this or been tagged, so apologies if I am the fifth person to do so. @creativebec, @lovethytennant, @bloodybroadchurch - I seem to always tag the same people... I really need to make more friends, but I’m shy...

#thank you for tagging me #sorry for taking so long

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newtcloud · 7 years ago

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I’ve noticed some people seemed interested in my TawnyFeather + kits AU, and I have some news for you, it’s actually part of a much larger AU/fix I think about occasionally.

I do work with a traditionalist (more info) worldview, I list the original names the first time the cat is mentioned. Some cats are slightly genetically changed, I mention the changes as well. (I want to make family trees, one day maybe) I talk from Clan to Clan here, and it’s a lot and a little disorganized haha

Hope you enjoy reading my thoughts!

Windclan

For starters, Mudclaw remains deputy. When Ravenstar (Tallstar, he is black with little white now) is close to dying he calls Mudclaw in for a private meeting. When Mudclaw arrives he sees Crowpaw (he doesn’t receive his name in the mountains, also he has amber eyes) leave and enters. Ravenstar is honest about his fears, and Mudclaw listens critically. He vows to try and keep peace, and earn the other clans’ respect in a less violent way. Ravenstar also tells him to respect what Crowpaw chooses to do, Mudclaw doesn’t understand what Tallstar means with this until Crowpaw says that he needs to leave to sort out his thoughts. He allows it, and prays that he is safe.

Mudclaw becomes Mudstar, with lives (not literal lives, but more in a guidance way, as is more common within traditionalism) for Compassion, Clarity of judgement, Diplomacy, Patience, Love, Wisdom, Endurance, Loyalty, and Understanding of other viewpoints.

Oatwhisker (Onewhisker, brown and white tabby) becomes his deputy, and Starclan shows approval by granting access to the island. The two become good friends.

Windclan and Thunderclan still grow apart, but less so. Mudstar is not hostile, but also asserts their rights to decline help. Firestar is a little saddened, but respects the decision. With time the two clans change that distance to a more casual relationship.

Since Crowpaw is gone, Nightcloud has kits with a loner, Sleetkit (Breezepelt, now a lighter gray) and Antkit (Black molly). They grow up to become Sleetpelt and Antfang, they’re both a little hot-headed but ultimately strong young cats.

Crowpaw returns after several years, changed into a more wise man. He asks Mudstar to be let back, and he accepts after remembering Ravenstar’s words. Crowpaw becomes Crowheart and lives his life without mate/kits.

When Darktail arrives Mudstar is mad that Oatwhisker kept this a secret, but doesn’t have any reason to punish him since he never broke the law. Oatwhisker dies with Darktail, which Mudstar grieved over for the rest of his life. Sedgewhisker succeeds Oatwhisker, and she becomes Sedgestar when Mudstar dies of old age.

Shadowclan

Tawny’s kits are born a lot earlier, and they aren’t really just The Three In Shadowclan for their earlier life. Tawny teaches them about their family in the other clans, and stands up fiercely when other cats try to tell them they’re not Shadowclan.

Rowanclaw is their foster father (he’s trans) and when he has his own litter Tawny + kits help with raising his kits: Redkit/paw/whisker (Redwillow, red and black torbie, predominantly red) and Darkkit/paw/nose (Olivenose, black and red tortie, predominantly black). Tawny and Rowan are close friends, but never mates.

Sol still appears and causes a ruckus, and it’s resolved the same way.

Russetfur retires from her position before she’s killed in battle, she becomes an elder but remains fairly active because she can. Nobody dares to stop her anyway, and her death shakes all the clans. She is succeeded by Tawnypelt.

When Blackstar dies in the floods, Tawnystar succeeds him. She names Rowanclaw deputy.

Tawny’s kits themselves are largely themselves:

Reedtail (Flametail, brownish-red tabby with white) was really sickly as a kit (Tawny didn’t have an ideal pregnancy, with stress from journeying and malnutrition), he often had to stay in the medicine cat den. Littlecloud let him help so he wouldn’t grow bored while he was staying there, when Reedkit was ~7 moons (apprenticed late) he chose to become a medicine cat because he loved the work and wants to help cats as sickly as himself. Littlecloud was very fond of him, and the two were often called “like brothers” by the other medicine cats. He dies from shock after falling in the freezing lake while playing with his foster siblings. Littlecloud was devastated, and mentored no other cats until Mudleaf’s (Puddleshine, brown and white tabby) enthusiasm made him cautiously less stuck in his grief.

Goldenstorm (Dawnpelt, cream and grey calico) was a go-getter, happy to give her opinions and overall quite the troublemaker. She keeps senior warriors on their toes, and Tawny is never surprised to find her at the root of mischief. She has kits later in her life, and is heavily scarred but lives through the Darktail era. She is renamed Scarredpelt, and wears the name with pride.

Heronfur (Tigerheart/star, silver black tabby with white paws and chest) is mostly the same. He’s your average tom, with a penchant for bad ideas. The romance with Dovewing is gone, and he doesn’t become deputy/leader.

Thunderclan

The three are Maplecloud’s (Leafpool, dark, brownish-red ticked tabby) kits, but no-one knows who the other parent is. She steps down as med. cat after she discovers her pregnancy, many cats were skeptic, but her willingness to give up her dreams made them sympathetic. When Cinderpelt dies, she takes up the med. cat duties again.

Foxkit/paw/storm (Jayfeather, red classic tabby), becomes a warrior, his mentor is Brightheart. Maplecloud was overjoyed to see him succeed as a warrior. I personally am not a fan of the whole prophecy in the 3rd and 4th arc, so I scrapped that lol. He’s a cranky warrior that bites off more than he can chew to prove himself, Brightheart helps him accept himself. It’s a long journey, but he is enjoying his life more and more as he grows older.

Emberkit/paw/heart/star (Hollyleaf, black and red tortie), becomes a warrior with a strong belief in the code, highly intelligent and has the qualities of a leader. She is a beloved warrior, deputy and eventual leader. She becomes mates with Smokepelt (Cinderheart, gray and cream and white tabby with a broken leg).

The two have three kits:

Patchfur (Hollytuft, gray and cream lynx point)

Ryestripe (Sorrelstripe, gray and brownish torbie, predominantly brownish)

Ashcloud (Fernsong, grey and white)

Lionkit/paw/claw (Lionblaze, still a fluffy golden tabby), is a strong fighter and the definition of beauty. It was no surprise that he had flings across the borders sometimes. He’s bad at making good choices, and is grateful that Emberheart acts as his brains sometimes. He is the surrogate father of Smokepelt and Emberstar’s kits.

Ashfur doesn’t betray anyone, never had a thing with Squirrel and he dies when he helps Maple and Squirrel save the three in the fire.

Brambleclaw (Reddish-brown tabby) never takes up the position of deputy, Hornetfur (Brackenfur), becomes deputy instead. Bramble gravitates towards an uncle role with Maplecloud’s kits, and is saddened to learn that his attempts towards having kits with Squirrelstorm (Squirrelflight, ticked red tabby, no white) are failing (He’s infertile, they have a loner surrogate around the time of TFA).

Alderkit/paw/pelt (Alderheart, brown tabby with a little white) takes interest in med. cat duties, and succeeds Maplecloud.

Gingerkit/paw/pelt (Sparkpelt, predominantly red torbie with white paws) looks a lot like her grandfather, very excitable.

Pigeonkit/paw/whisker (Dovewing, Gray with odd eyes, deaf and blind on the blue eyed half of her face), has good senses, but ultimately wasn’t meant for he life of a warrior, she becomes a kittypet and still lives near the lake. Foxstorm was her mentor. Her sister visits her occasionally.

Silverkit/paw/claw (Ivypool, silvery gray tabby), was Emberstar’s apprentice when she was a warrior. She’s a good fighter, though at a young age she was often bitter that her sister seemed to get more attention. Emberheart helped her realize her own strength, and she became deputy under Emberstar.

Riverclan

Riverclan was too ignored for me to change much sadly. I still had a few things:

Mothface (Mothwing, golden lynx point) is very close to Maplecloud :) Many jokes are made that Lionclaw looks like her :) ;) Her brother Kitefang (Hawkfrost, brown lynx point) used her to gain power, the two were close and she never hated him after his body and plans were discovered. She doesn’t believe in Starclan still, and is respected. Miststar (Mistystar, ticked gray tabby, Russian Blue green eyes) covers for her lack of belief, and knows she’s valid and a good med. cat.

Riverclan doesn’t let Darktail mess with them, Miststar isn’t leader for long, but still is the oldest living one for a while. Rookstar (Reedwhisker, has green eyes now) succeeds her and his deputy is Minnowtail.

(Also in case my vague smilies are too... vague, Mothface is the mother of the three and loves her children very much despite not seeing them often)

#I don't feel like tagging this...#If you have any questions/I made mistakes don't be afraid to say something.

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