#mostly a gen fic

[ghostbsuter]

Danny had been around Gotham for a while.

The crime was never ending, but since Batman's arrival, it had gotten better.

The unmistakably CLANK! From around the corner had him jump, wary now. The man walks around the wall, eyes on the black car with— with Batman's symbol at the front.

A child sitting on the ground with a car tire next to him, the Bat Symbol a stark contrast to the shadows.

"Shit, kid. You're bold to rob Batman." Danny didn't really realise he was speaking until the kid looks up, spooked.

"What the fuck?" The kid was clearly of Gotham breed, yelps with a glare.

"I'm impressed," Danny doesn't give the kid the chance to talk, not with the way the tiny terror seems to be glaring and holding his wrench.

"You're quick, got eyes for details and know how to work around cars."

The suspicion in the kids eyes didn't lessen, having gotten up to press himself against the wall, eyes never leaving Danny.

"Here," Our local spook threw a card on the hood of the car. It was his business card.

"If you need income with far fewer risks than stealing from Batman, call me."

He didn't really wait to see the kids reaction, just leaving, bot before shooting a look into the sky the kid clearly caught.

As danny left, the kid looked at the entrance of the alleyway, back to the car, and then to the card.

They had talked for too long. Jason had to leave now, lest Batman actually caught him.

With one last look to the tires and the car, he leaves eith a scowl.

Just barely missing the man with the cape.

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A complete guide to Blue Daddy's Girl (my) Arcane fics

Multi-chapter

Fathers and Daughters (My big hit)

Alternate AU set after S01E03, where Silco adopts both Vi and Powder. Large ensemble cast, multiple POVs, but mostly Vi.

100k words. Completed. Fanart chapters and art comms.

While the World Turns Around

Silco/Vander post betrayal reconciliation AU. Set before the show. POV Vander.

5.2k words. Completed. Entire chapter of gifted fanart at the end.

Our Love, That Flows Into the Sea is the same fic but from the POV of Silco. Unfinished WIP I don't plan on continuing.

The Shimmer Baron’s Family

Silco/Vander Regency AU. Estranged family, set during a ball at the Medarda estate.

10k words. Unfinished. No plans to finish it, stop asking lol or else make a serious request via my ko-fi.

A Stray

4.7k. Set in the "good verse". Silco and Vander adopt Viktor. One shot converted to WIP, has fanart.

Whatever I do, this is where we end

A dark Silco time loop, but told from the POV of Vander, who gets reset every time unknowingly. Strong themes of violence, suicide, despair and smut. Read the tags.

7.7k words. Completed. No fanart.

Science of the Soul

Ongoing WIP, Jayvik Avatar AU in which Zaunites are Na'vi and everyone from Piltover are humans. With art from me and others.

Cursed, by a brush of your hand

Silco/Vander soulmate AU where the soulmark is framed as a potential life ending curse. Aroace Silco, BFF with Renata Glasc. Basically an aroace perspective on soulmates.

7k words. Completed. No fanart.

What I wouldn’t do for you

Silco & Vander role swap. Silco adopts the kids and runs the Last Drop.

5.2k words. Completed. Open ending. No fanart.

The Darkin Child

Viktor, Singed and Silco are vampire-adjacent monsters, Vander is a werewolf. Married zaundads with Viktor returning to Zaun in hiding.

4.3k words. Unfinished, no plans to finish it.

The Centaur Breaker

Silly centaur AU with Silco as a rancher in a fantasy world (not a US Far West setting), rescuing captured centaurs. Vander, Sevika, Jinx & Vi as centaurs.

2.8k words. Unfinished. Only a single chapter and no plans to continue.

☆ Arcane Art Dump 

The home of all my Arcane fanarts worth saving.

One Shots

Those are sorted by kudos, from the most popular down to least.

Pretty Blue Puffs of Arcane Smoke

829 words. Silco and Powder discuss getting tattoos. Set in the Fathers and Daughters AU.

Worries, and ways to dispel them & Explosions, and their fallout

5k words total. Silco x Reader two parter, written in the week before season 1's finale. 2nd person gender neutral reader without body description.

Lost Child

3.7k words. Pirate Silco is back in Zaun and trying to avoid Vander. He runs into a lost child called "Cait" at Bridgewaltz market.

The Monster Within & The Monster Without

1.3k words for Monster Within. Post-betrayal Silco recovers and cuts his hair. Based on a fanart by @/Wish. 1.6k words for Monster Without. Set at the same time, but Vander POV as he deals with emotional turmoil after attacking Silco (probably my favourite one shot to this day).

Adoption

1.8k words. Vander and Silco are still brothers. They discuss adopting the girls in this no-betrayal AU.

Beer And Bribery

2k words. Vi & Sevika. Set in the Fathers and Daughters AU. Vi asks Sevika for help picking a present for Silco. Written for the Arcane parenting week event.

Let Me Try

4.3k words. Newest on the list! Arcane season 2 finale fix it. Timebomb... Ekko walks away from the final battle in a daze after learning that Jinx is dead. She isn't, no matter what Vi may believe.

Not Dead Yet & A Friend In Need

3k words total. Jinx finds a dead body in Zaun, but Viktor isn’t quite dead yet. Jinx & Viktor, written prior to season 2 for Sicktember.

Without Questions

627 words. Written for a fanart that is currently down, but hopefully I'll fix it soon. Young Zaundads fluff. Vander doesn’t understand what Silco sees in him, but he’s not willing to question it.

Gun Nerds Of All Nations

3k words. Set in a similar AU to F&D but not actually. Powder & young Caitlyn bond at a fair's shooting competition. Written for the Arcane Parenting Week.

Memories of Sweetness

2k words. Set in the Fathers and Daughters AU. Silco discovers that a staple food of his youth, long thought to have disappeared from Zaun, is back on the streets. He has to share this with Powder and Vi, both born too late to have ever tried it.

No Favourite

1.2k words. Vander claims he doesn't have a favourite among his kids, but they don't see it that way. Written for the Arcane Parenting Week.

Hard Truths

3k words. Ren (Marcus' daughter) tries to find to meaning to her father’s death and ends up meeting Jinx in Zaun.

Blame

830 words. Jinx POV heavy angst. Jinx talks to Silco after his death, until Sevika comes to find her. Written for the Arcane Parenting Week.

A Lesson In Silence

3k words. Set in the Fathers and Daughters AU. Mek (now known as Gustove) takes Powder on a spying mission. Written for the Arcane Parenting Week.

Last Chance

1.3k words. Past Silco/Vander. Missing scene in the cannery, a private conversation between them. Generally bitter sweet and canon compliant.

Son of Zaun

2k words. One day, Silco's mother took him up-top, to see the sky, the sun, and the people who live above them all.

Sepia Smile

732 words. The photograph is faded, its sepia tones keeping the colour of the man's eyes a secret. Vi stares at it for a long time, perplexed. She doesn't understand what Vander saw in him. Written for the Arcane Parenting Week.

A Terrible Gamble

2.3k words. Jinx (and Silco whispering in her mind) set off to rescue Vander from Singed’s lab after the events of season 2.

On Your Head

2.5k words. Alternate retelling of Mel and the young princess' of her memories. In the Princess' POV.

Drunken Dreams

Comic fanart. Jinx brings a drunk Vi home.

Just a cough & Dramatics

685 words for Just a cough. The moment Silco wakes up with a sore throat, he knows he's in trouble with Vander. Written for Sictember. 1k words for Dramatics. Vander sickfic to match.

A Fresh Start

1.9k words. Second person POV where you are brought to a recovering Silco in secret, and give him a haircut and much needed comfort. Gen fic.

Eat You Alive

604 words. Dark!Vi kills Caitlyn as soon as they enter the Lanes.

Maintenance

1.6k words. Explicit. A smutty Mek/Marcus with power dynamics in Silco’s office.

A Haunting

754 words. Heavy angst Vander & Silco meet shortly after the betrayal.

A Touch of Memory

2.2k words. A self-indulgent Star Wars crossover set in the Old Republic with Sith Silco, Jinx and Sevika and Mandalorian Vander. Has links to fanart.

In the Jaws of the Fox

247 words. Mel/Jayce. Mel contemplates the man sprawled in her bed, sleeping insouciantly.

Who Saves The Boy Saviour?

1.3k words. Dark fic!! Jinx captures Ekko post season 1 finale and straps him to the chair Silco used on Vander. Timebomb.

Ragdoll

766 words. A look into young Silco and Vander's budding relationship. It's complicated. With art, made for the Zaundads Zine.

A New Tattoo

968 words. Set in the Fathers and Daughters AU. The story behind Mek’s tattoos.

Five Times Vi Got In Trouble

4.8k words. Vander & Grayson friendship fic done for a charity prize.

Bullseye

500 words. Mel Medarda/Grayson. Mel takes the sheriff with her to visit a progress day and asks her to show off in a shooting range.

My Ko-fi is open for tips, but I'm also open to discuss writing commissions. My DMs are open | Find me on Bsky

[granny-griffin]

@pikahlua the ask formatting didn’t like my links so I’m making a separate fic rec post:

Midoriya gets hit by a quirk where he’s stuck in an alternate universe for a little while, and he talks to Bakugou about it

Midoriya is temporarily turned into a younger version of himself and Bakugou has to babysit him

“the devil went down to GA” with AFO as the devil and Bakugou as the fiddler

Bakugou and Midoriya try to bake something sometime after deku vs kacchan 2 

Bakugou needs to evacuate a baby but he doesn’t know how to pick up a baby, so he phones his dad for advice

Bakugou and Midoriya reflect about their friendship

Bakugou and Uraraka handle a villain situation together

Bakugou and Midoriya get trapped in a building where a mysterious quirk is affecting everything

Midoriya is rescued from being kidnapped, but an injury or quirk is still affecting him—he doesn’t remember anything since middle school. Bakugou has to convince him he’s been saved for real by acting like an old version of himself.

Bakugou Mitsuki’s life falls apart (featuring cool kacchan characterization)

[gun-roswell]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Minders in the Jedi Temple (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Fan Events and Prompts, CodyWan Week 2024, codywanweek2024, Fantasy AU, time jumps, Narrative, Sort of a kid fic, Coming of Age tale, Growing Up Together, some dialogue Series: Part 6 of CodyWan Week 2024, Part 13 of CodyWan Summary:

CodyWan Week - Day 6 (Cody/Obi-Wan)

Day 6 prompts: Crèche-master Obi-Wan / Quiet Love / Touch starved

Summary: Rarely did they get Fett Clones into the nursery. Hardly ever. But this time, a beautiful baby boy was brought in, possessing a high count of midi-chlorians. A first for most Jedi there. Especially for the young trainee, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Falling in love with the cuddly and cute baby clone from get go.

AU: this story has time-jumps and is mostly narrative. Sort of a Kid Fic, coming of age tale.

Part of CodyWan Week 2024 / Cody/Wan series

@codywanweek​

[neverenoughmarauders]

Today it happened. 10,000 hits on I solemnly swear, my first story to achieve this milestone. It’s also nearly done, which is exciting in itself!!!

[unfinishedmural]

Got my first negative comment on a fic

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Imagine an omegaverse au where Red Hood Jason hasn't presented due to heavy stress, poor health, whatever, etc and is still a pup

[ghost-bxrd]

what are your thoughts on Batfam x Batfam (batcest i think?) ships

I’ve got no problem with them at all!

I usually like to go more with the gen batfam stuff because I love the found family trope, but I’ve also read my fair share of ship fics. It all boils down to an interesting premise, and/or if the tags/triggers are something I’m comfortable with.

There are definitely some of those ship fics sitting in my bookmarks right now for a frequent reread ✨ and eventually I will probably write a fic like that, too. So it’s always good to check the tags 💚

Of course there’s also some ship constellation that I don’t read, personally. But that’s my own personal preference, and everyone else is free to enjoy it at their leisure 🙌

[saline-coelacanth]

The ever conflicting urge of wanting to talk about stories and plot points I've come up with for aus but also wanting to keep my mouth shut because what if I write a fic for this one day and I don't want to spoil it

[derww]

derap dude u have no idea how and why shipping culture works i beg please 😭😭😭

[mell0bee]

happy WIP wednesday everyone here is my favorite bit from my ~20k toh post-canon hunter fic that will be finished maybe perhaps sometime in the next 17 years or so.

edit: heres the link :]

[crownedghostprince]

The Company’s Reaction to Modern Slang Reader

Thorin’s Company and Gender Neutral!Reader.

Fandom: The Hobbit

(Y/N) is a GenZer who fell into the world of Arda, from Tolkien’s books.  More specifically, they fell into ‘The Hobbit’ and landed in Bilbo’s backyard.  After about a year of learning each other’s languages (Y/N) and Bilbo finally understand each other and have an almost sibling-like bond.  Now (Y/N) gets to meet Thorin’s Company one-by-one alongside Bilbo.

Requests: Closed. Requested: no.

Warning(s): None unless you get annoyed by swearing, GenZ slang, ‘90s slang, ‘80s slang or literally any slang from the 20th Century.

Note: Reader knows (and uses) 20th Century and early 2000s slang because of their close relationship to their grandparents, parents and older, Millennial siblings.  (And because of older movies and media let’s be real). And yes this is mostly a crack fic, but enjoy anyway!

Btw if you’d like something similar to this, but in a more headcannon style, let me know and I can do quite a few different variations.

Word Count: 3,620

[Third Person Perspective]

(Original picture found on Pinterest, which then led me to a tumblr post from 2012 by ‘Elrond’s Daughter’ <3)

(Y/N) has now been living with Bilbo for a year and finally understands what half the things he says means.  From his accent to his lingo, he was almost impossible for (Y/N) to understand.  Now if you ask Bilbo, (Y/N) was completely incoherent and said nothing that made sense save “Can I have cookies?” to which he would say “Yes, I’ll join you for tea.” and then they both had tea and cookies.

It took so long for Bilbo to understand (Y/N), so here’s a few past examples of their interactions together before we continue with the story:

♡ ~~~~~~ ♡

“Can I have some giggle water?”  (Y/N) asked randomly one evening.

“Sorry, what?”

“Christ, Bilbo, I’m 18, I’m old enough to drink.”

“I-I’m sorry I understand you’re 18 and old enough to drink alcohol, but what was it you were asking for?”

“Alcohol!  Or wine!  Y’know!  Giggle water!  That’s what my Granny always called it.”  (Y/N) defends, crossing their arms and staring Bilbo down as he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.

“Yes, yes, sorry...you can have...that.”

“Hell yeah!  Rock on!  Thanks, man!”

And of course, the more frustrating side of conversing with (Y/N): “Whoa, man, you mean never leave the Shire as in...never?  Like you’ve never once wanted to leave?”  (Y/N) questioned Bilbo one day whilst they were both relaxing and ‘vibing’ in Bilbo’s garden as he had a smoke.

“Well, as a kid I admit I was a bit adventurous and...well I wanted to see the world and the Elves that lived in the trees.  But now, I’m much more grown up and far more mature than that to just go off adventuring.”  He explained, clearing his throat and continuing to make smoke rings in the air.

“Close the shades!”  (Y/N) gasped, startling Bilbo as he suddenly worried about his ‘shades’ which he has come to know means curtains.  “No cap??  Did you say...Elves!?”

“Oh! Uhm, yes I did, I did say that.  Yes, there are Elves that live in Middle Earth, but they’re a long way past Bree.  Uhm, but what about my cap?”  He gestured to the East where the town of Bree sits, before turning back to (Y/N) in confusion.  What did his hat, or cap, have to do with this?

“Damn, bro, that’s lit!  I’ve always wanted to see Elves!  Same as Dwarves!  They’re so cool!  I’d love to chill with them and just hear their stories, y’know?  I think that’d be so cool!  They probably have such cool stories as they live longer than others.”  (Y/N) leaned back and looked up at the sky with a smile and glisten in their eyes.

“Well, yes it would be quite, uhm, ‘cool’, but it’s much more relaxing to just enjoy the comforts of home.”  Bilbo, cleared his throat and went back to his smoke.  It was a beautiful afternoon.  The sun was just slightly warm, not too hot, and the breeze would change between cool or warm every few minutes.  It was very relaxing to also see all the hobbits just going about their days alongside their...

“Ankle biters!”  (Y/N) suddenly exclaimed, jumping up from their seat to chase a couple of young prankster children from their home.  Bilbo - greatly startled and concerned - jumped up as well and watched as (Y/N) chased the little kids back down the road as the children yelled with laughter, tossing away the sticks they previously held to hit the fence with.

Bilbo was used to this now as the kids found it fun to tease their neighbours, but what he wasn’t used to was this new term, ‘ankle biter’?  He sighed and shook his head, sitting back down, waiting for (Y/N) to return so he could ask what that was supposed to mean.  A few minutes later (Y/N) arrived with a big grin on their face and hair completely disheveled.

“Uhm, what does ‘ankle biter’ mean?  Is that an insult or an exclamation?”  Bilbo asked as soon as they sat back down and got comfortable.

“Oh, it’s just what we sometimes refer to children as.  Y’know, because they can reach your ankles and bite you from an early age.”  They explained nonchalantly with a shrug.

“Hm.  When did children start biting people’s ankles?  I’ve never heard of that occurring until now.”  His eyebrows furrowed as he thought as far back as he could, but he couldn’t think of one time that had happened.

“I haven’t a Scooby-Doo, mate, but it’s happened a lot where I’m from, trust me bro.”  (Y/N) stretched, crossing their legs and getting extra comfy in their seat.  Bilbo just sighed.

♡ ~~~~~~ ♡

Now with the past interactions summarized, we can move to the present where Bilbo and (Y/N) finally understand each other perfectly.  And Bilbo is rambling to (Y/N) about his funny visit with Gandalf the Grey.

“Damn, I’m literally so jelly!  That’s so groovy!  Did he have like a pointy hat and a beard and a staff?  Ohh that’d be pretty badass actually!”

“Yes, yes, he had the point grey hat and a grey beard and a nice staff.  I swear, he was quite threatening actually, I almost felt the need to invite him inside for tea to not get on his bad side, but then he started to talk of adventures and what not.”  Bilbo huffed, putting his hands on his hips.

“Adventures??? And you said ‘no’ like a chicken, ey?”  They crossed their arms with a pout.

“I did not, I just...wasn’t too keen on getting killed by an orc or something out there.”  He shuffled from foot to foot a bit nervous, “I did not chicken out.”

“Sure, pal and I’m a magic fairy with glittery wings.”

“If you keep that up I’ll...uhm...”

“You’ll what?  Not offer me any tea?”

“Or! Or any cookies!”  Bilbo crossed his arms and smirked quite proud of himself as (Y/N) began to panic.

“No cookies!?  Fuck man, goddamn I’ll die without them!  My fucking lifeline how could you?!  I’m gonna fucking kill myself, Jesus Christ that’s so rude of you!”  (Y/N) complained and scorned, but Bilbo just ignored it as he started making himself dinner, completely unconcerned by (Y/N)’s dramatic nature.  “You’re cruisin’ for a bruisin’, bruh, I can promise you that!”

Bilbo continued to ignore (Y/N) and make them fish for dinner, even humming to himself a bit to rub it in more.  They just scoffed and stormed off to their room to pout for a few minutes before coming back for the food.  “Well, dinner’s ready.  Eat up and enjoy.”  Bilbo smugly smiled, knowing food win’s them over anytime.

“Yeah, yeah.  It’s no McDonald’s but thanks.”  They huff, pouring the lemon over their nice crispy fish.  Just as they were ready to dig-in and take a bite the doorbell rang.  “Ah, for fuck’s sake, are you for real?  Guests at this hour?  Lame.”  They huffed, standing up with an equally mildly annoyed Bilbo.  They duo marched up to the door and swung it open to see a decently sized man with tattoos on his bald head and a pretty decent beard.  He turned around slowly and introduced himself with a slight bow.

“Dwalin.  At your service.” 

“Uhm, Bilbo Baggins and (Y/N) (L/N)...at yours.”  Bilbo gave a very slight bow back.  Dwalin then walked in without an invitation leaving the duo even more upset.  “Uhm, do we know each other?”  He quickly asked Dwalin.

“No?”  Dwalin answered confidently but also slightly confused.  It was as if the answer was obvious and he barged in anyway.  “Which way, lasso and laddie?  Is it down here?”

“Is-is what down where?”  Bilbo quickly jumped in, leaving (Y/N) to shut the door.

“Supper!  He said there’d be food - and lot’s of it.”  Dwalin answered, tossing his coat to Bilbo before looking around the house a bit.  He had a powerful and demanding voice.

“He’s got some moxie ((courage - 1940s)), doesn’t he?”  (Y/N) chuckled quietly, admiring the man’s confidence.  “I’m still not happy about guests, we’re gonna kick him to the curb though, right?”

“(Y/N) you know we have to be polite to our guests.  We’ll give him a meal, some tea and maybe then he’ll just quietly leave.  I’m not one to be rude to someone, especially a dwarf.  It’s rare enough a dwarf is around these parts.”  He hung the coat up with their help and gave the dwarf ‘Dwalin’ some food...Bilbo’s food.  Bilbo sat at another seat nearby and watched (Y/N) and Dwalin eat their food, (Y/N) still suspicious of their new guest.

“Y’know, most people ask before suddenly rocking up to someone else’s place.”  (Y/N) suddenly spoke after a minute of silence.

“Rocking up?  I haven’t any rocks with me.”  Dwalin furrowed his eyebrows and spoke, mouth full of fish.  “But, very good this.  Anymore?”  He changed the subject, glancing at Bilbo before taking another bite of food.

“What?  Oh! Yes, yes uhm...oh!”  Bilbo stood up and grabbed the plate of bread rolls, nicking one for himself and tucking it away in his robes before setting it down for Dwalin.  Dwalin quickly took a roll from the plate and continued to enjoy his food as Bilbo spoke again.  “Help yourself...it’s just that uhm...I wasn’t expecting..company.”  He explained before the doorbell rang again.

“Oh, for crying out loud!  Another?”  (Y/N) quickly exclaimed, standing up and looking to the front door.

“That’ll be the door.”  Dwalin glanced irritatedly at Bilbo.

“Yeah no shit Sherlock.”  They stormed over to the door with Bilbo quick to join them.  Dwalin sat confused on who ‘Sherlock’ was supposed to be.  Did he not introduce himself?  They took a deep breath in and swung the door open, Bilbo just behind them.

“Balin.  At your service.”  An older, shorter man in his later years with white hair and a beard bowed, both arms out in a friendly greeting.  He had a gentle smile on his face and seemed much nicer than the previous knucklehead.

“Good evening.”  Bilbo nodded, shock on his face at a second dwarf.

“Are you in cahoots with that other guy that just arrived?”  (Y/N) asked the older man a bit skeptically, an eyebrow raised as he met their gaze.

“Uhm, well, yes, yes it is!  Though, I think it might rain later.  Hm?  I’m sorry, lasso I don’t quite know what you mean...am I late?”  He asked walking in, perfectly matching Bilbo’s height.

“Late?  Nah, man you’re chill.  You can stick around if ya want.”  (Y/N) replied with a smile.  ‘Maybe he’ll give the other guy a good talking to.’  They thought, shutting the door behind the nice man as he shook his head and chuckled, walking over to Dwalin.

“Evening, brother.”  Balin greeted Dwalin.  ‘Ah, shit I might’ve just worsened things.’  (Y/N) winced.  They watched the two dwarves greet each other with a quite painful head slam that made both Bilbo and (Y/N) grimace.  The two dwarves remained unfazed, however and began to investigate Bilbo’s pantry for food and wine as their host started on a rant about not knowing the two of them or being comfortable with them being here.  They didn’t seem to be listening, (Y/N) watched in interest as Bilbo continued anyway and finished.

“I’m sorry.”  He stated, holding his hands up for a second and then putting them down.  He cleared his throat and kept eye contact with the older men for a few seconds until Balin spoke up.

“Apology accepted.”  Then they went back to the drinks they were having and Bilbo looked to (Y/N) dumbfounded.  But they just did the typical sibling move and silently laughed at Bilbo, sliding to the floor with their arms clutching their stomach, quietly wheezing and dying.  Until the doorbell rang again.  Bilbo walked past (Y/N) as they slowly composed themselves and stood up.  He opened the door, unexcited about who he’ll meet next.

“Hm.”  He shuffled nervously as (Y/N) joined his side confused about his whimper of surprise and worry.  Then they saw them.

“Fili.”  A blond dwarf just slightly shorter than (Y/N) introduced himself.

“And Kili.”  A brunet ((male spelling of brunette)) dwarf the same height as the blond then introduced himself, looking slightly more nervous.

“At your service.”  They both finished with a bow and a smile.

“Oh, two dishes ((1940s for an attractive person)).”  (Y/N) quietly muttered only loud enough for Bilbo to hear, obviously in shock at the two stunningly gorgeous men.  Bilbo slightly elbowed them.

“You must be Mister Boggins!”  Kili confidently exclaimed.  (Y/N) snickered as Bilbo tried to shut the door on their faces.

“Nope!  You can’t come in, you’ve come to the wrong house!”  Kili easily stopped the door from being shut and pushed it back open, surprising the duo with his hidden strength which he seemed unfazed by.

“What!?  Has it been canceled?”  He asked, looking to Fili who seems to be the oldest of the two being more calm and confident.

“No one told us.”  Fili added, coming to Kili’s side.

“What? No, nothing’s been cancelled.”  Bilbo answered with surprise, about to add ‘nothing was planned’ but he was interrupted by the two dwarves coming in.

“Well that’s a relief.”  Kili grinned and waltzed right in.  Fili then followed in a second later, pulling his weapons off his back.

“Y’all are the cat’s meow, aren’t’cha?”  (Y/N) grinned, instantly crushing on the two gentlemen.  They were quite obviously no longer upset about their interrupted meal times and who could blame them?  “So cash or check?”  ((1920s slang for ‘a kiss now or later?’))  Kili stopped admiring the house for a second and looked to them with confusion.

“Sorry what about a cat and meow?”  He furrowed his eyebrows.

“What’s a cash and check?”  Fili asked from nearby.

“Uhm, nevermind, ‘sup I’m (Y/N).”  They greeted, clearing their throat and avoiding eye-contact.

“It’s lovely to meet you, (Y/N).  This is a nice place you two have got.  Did you do it yourselves?”  Kili then asked as Fili started to unload his mass collection of weapons onto poor Bilbo.

“Uh, no, it’s been in the family for years...”  Bilbo tried to explain as Kili then started wiping his boots on a box, “...That’s my mother’s glory box, could you please not do that?”

“Lol.”  (Y/N) stepped back chuckling.

“Fili!  Kili!”  Dwalin’s voice suddenly rang out as he entered the entryway and dragged Kili with him, “Come on!  Give us a hand!”

“Mister Dwalin!”  Kili grinned excited to see a familiar face.

“Let’s shove this into the hallway, otherwise we’ll never get everyone in.”  Balin told them, gesturing to furniture in the dining room.

“Wha?  Everyone!?  How many more of you are there?”  Bilbo asked annoyedly.

“Whoa, Bilbo, don’t snap your cap. ((to get angry - 1940s))”  (Y/N) stepped over and took the weapons off Bilbo, gently setting the recently sharpened swords and daggers in a safe corner of the room, having no proper spot set up for them.

“I’m calm...totally, completely calm.”  Bilbo reassured (Y/N) as they took the last of the weapons off him and set them down.  “I’m a good host and I’m not at all upset about their being here.”  He fixed up his clothing and cleared his throat - clearly upset.

“Yeah right.  That wasn’t a lie at all.”  They rolled their eyes and watched as the dwarves started moving stuff out of the dining room to make space.  Then the doorbell rang again and Bilbo went off his rocket.

“Oh, no!  No!  No, there’s nobody home!!!”  Bilbo started yelling as he approached the door, fully ignored by the busy dwarves.  “Go away and bother somebody else!!  There’s far too many dwarves in my dining room as is!  I-If this is some...clothead’s idea of a joke!!  HAHA!”  Bilbo rambled, slowly losing his mind as (Y/N) began to help the dwarves with what they could.  “It!  Is in very...poor taste!”  He finished, opening the door and stepping back in surprise as a bunch of dwarves fell onto the floor, one on top of the other.

The dwarves complained and groaned, upset at each other.  Gandalf made his presence known to the hobbit, appearing in the doorway a moment later to Bilbo’s dismay, (Y/N) finally joining them to see the newest guests.

“Holy mackerel this is gonna be a long, busy night.”  They sighed.

♡ ~~~~~~ ♡

As the night went on the dwarves and wizard continued to be confused by (Y/N)’s slang and Bilbo would have to explain it - within reason of course, he wasn’t about to explain what ‘dreamboat’ meant.  “No need to apologize, Ori!”  (Y/N) reassured the younger dwarf when he accidentally bumped into them, “you’re the bee’s knees!”

“I’m the what?”  Ori tilted his head like the cute cinnamon roll he was.

“Does anyone understand this lasso?”  Oin - who was beside them - asked at the loudest possible volume.

“They’re a bit eccentric, but they’re alright.”  Bofur answered with a laugh.

“If you’ve got beef, mate, we can tango.”  They snickered and took a sip of their wine.

“What did you say?  I can’t hear you over the sound of me being better than you.”  Oin snorted sending the whole room into a fit of laughter.

“Yeah okay, nitwit.”  (Y/N) poked their tongue out before immediately joining them in laughter with a cheeky grin on their face.  Bilbo got up after everyone was finished with food and moving around, following them like a helicopter parent.  And soon Bilbo grew tired of it all and started to quietly curse them out until Gandalf intervened.  “My dear, Bilbo, what on earth is the matter?”

“What’s the matter??”  Bilbo repeated incredulously.  He proceeded to rant and ramble about the mess and chaos the dwarves have caused in his house, walking around and gesturing to everything along the way as they weaved between a couple dwarves who moved about.  (Y/N) joined them in the hallway still laughing from a previous joke the dwarves shared, obviously enjoying their company and having the time of their life.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,”  Ori then shyly walked over with his plate in a very polite manner, “but what should I do with my plate?”

“Here, give it to me, Ori.”  Fili came up beside him and took the plate from his hands before tossing it in the direction of the kitchen where Kili only just appeared from.  Kili quickly caught the plate and tossed it into the kitchen to be cleaned up.  This set Bilbo off into panictm mode and he started waving his hands around trying to stop them as a couple more dishes were tossed to Fili from the dining room.

Fili caught them, even doing a couple tricks in the process, before he quickly tossed them over to Kili who did some tricks of his own; all the while they ignored Bilbo’s unnecessary concerns.  The way they were doing it was almost like a beat and had some rhythm to it.  (Y/N) found themselves bobbing along on their heels as the other dwarves followed the beat with their cutlery.

“Can you please not do that?”  Bilbo then turned his attention to the dining room.  “You’ll blunt them!”

“Oooh, you hear that folks?  He says we’ll blunt the knives.”  Bofur snickers as they continue to do their little dancey-dance.

“Blunt the knives and bend the forks!”  Kili starts to sing from outside the kitchen door.

“Smash the bottles and burn the corks!”  Fili sings along, catching a bowl with his shoulder and bouncing it over to the other shoulder before tossing it to Kili.

“Chip the glasses and crack the platess~!!”  The other dwarves start to join in.  “That’s what Bilbo Baggins HATES!”  They laugh and sing, starting up some music as they danced and did the dishes in a dangerous, but fun, way.

“Damn!  Ring-a-ding-ding!!! ((to show having fun during a party - 1930s))”  (Y/N) excitedly laughed to Bilbo; he clearly didn’t share their enthusiasm as the dwarves continued to clean-up and sing and dance, big smiles on their faces and joy in the air.

Eventually though, the fun came to an end as the song wrapped up and everyone finished with a loud “THAT’S WHAT BILBO BAGGINS HATES!” and lots of cheering - especially from (Y/N).  As everyone laughed and cheered they almost missed some knocking at the door.  Everyone went silent and turned their attention to the front door.

“He’s here.”  Gandalf got up from his spot and walked over to the front door with Bilbo and everyone else not far behind.  The door slowly opened to a decently tall dwarf with raven hair and very stylish clothing.

“Gandalf.”  He huffed.  He looked more tired than Bilbo.  “I thought you said this place would be easy to find.  I lost my way...twice.”  He came inside, taking his coat off and glaring at Gandalf.

“Oh shit, another dreamboat.”  (Y/N) gaped.  Thorin raised an eyebrow to them and then to Gandalf, as if demanding an explanation.

“Uhm.”  Gandalf cleared his throat clearly not understanding the comment either, but not wanting to admit it.  “Well, let’s start with the introductions shall we?”

“Damn everyone out here has some serious rizz.”  (Y/N) muttered and took a swig of their drink, quite ready for the much needed introductions.  Bilbo and Gandalf mentally prepared themselves for the long night ahead in dealing with a bunch of stubborn, reckless dwarves and a weirdo from another world.

(The End~ <3)

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if anyone can hear me. DESPERATELY in search of good dc fics

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch/CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives Characters: CT-9904 | Crosshair, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CT-9901 | Hunter, CT-9902 | Tech, CT-9903 | Wrecker, CT-7567 | Rex, CC-2224 | Cody, CC-3636 | Wolffe, Clone Commander Mayday (Star Wars), CC-1010 | Fox Additional Tags: The bad Batch Appreciation Week 2024, tbbaw2024, tbb appreciation week 2024, polybatch, Cloneshipping | Clone Trooper/Clone Trooper Relationships (Star Wars), Rescue Missions, The Corrie Guard, Everyone lives, Prejudice, Forgive and Move on? Series: Part 14 of The Bad Batch Appreciation Week, Part 24 of The Poly Batch/The Poly Conglomerate Summary:

Saving Fox with the rest of the Corries was no small feat to pull. Alas, there is some bad blood between Fox and Fives.

TBB APP WEEK /POLYBATCH SERIES

@tbb-appreciation-week​ ***

Note from the Author: 
This is my final story for this years The Bad Batch Appreciation Week of 2024!   A day late but here it is!!!

It's been a hoot and a half!!! Hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did: D Same time next year?

Thank you all who read, commented and left for kudos for my fics!!! I really appreciate you all so very much :D:D:D

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Wanda and Steve or Peter and Steve fics? (not slash)

Thanks so much for the request!

I love Wanda & Steve and Peter & Steve! I've got a few of both. The relationship with Steve isn't always the primary focus of the fic, but there are some great moments with him in all of these.

Peter Parker & Steve Rogers

The Rubble of our Tomb by LovableKillerWhale (@team-cap-for-the-win) (Gen, Teen And Up Audiences, 10,496 words)

Summary: An Avengers battle goes terribly wrong and Spider-man ends up stuck in a collapsing building with Captain America. Nothing brings people closer together than explosions, blood loss and a healthy dose of self-sacrifice, right?

Held Together by Spiderwebs by TunaFishChris (Gen, Teen And Up Audiences, 17,306 words)

Summary: Steve is not coping well in the twenty-first century. At all. Three months after the Chitauri invasion, he decides he's had enough. But just as he's about to end it all, he runs into the new hero in town.

More below the cut!

Super Duper Side Effects by awesomesockes, whumphoarder (Gen, Teen And Up Audiences, 16,261 words)

Summary: The downside of an enhanced metabolism is that it renders most drugs completely ineffective. Captain America accepted this long ago as an occupational hazard. But after Peter sustains a serious injury in the line of duty and the doctors have no way to manage the pain, Steve decides to volunteer as a test subject for Bruce and Tony’s experimental super drug. However, the soldier ends up getting a little more than he bargained for. (Alternative title: Original Drug Tester: Steve Rogers)

Big Brother Rogers by detectivemorse (Gen, Teen And Up Audiences, 777 words)

Summary: Peter "Spiderling" Parker becomes a full-fledged Avenger. But it isn't what he thought it would be.

Other Duties as Assigned by chasingkerouac (@ckerouac) (Gen, General Audiences, 3,291 words)

Summary: Peter wasn’t sure how exactly he ended up playing errand boy for the Black Widow in a department store downtown while she bullied Captain America into a new wardrobe, but if that's where the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man was needed, he wasn't going to leave his SPIDER BRO hanging.

Other Costumes as Assigned by chasingkerouac (@ckerouac) (Gen, General Audiences, 4,968 words)

Summary: It was easy being Peter Parker at school, and Spider-Man out on the job. Being both Peter AND Spider-Man in the same room... that was a little more difficult. Luckily, a certain SPIDER BRO owes him a favor. Well, 'owes' is a strong word. Maybe he can guilt out a favor?

"Spidey On Ice" by Wordsworn (Gen, Teen And Up Audiences, 14,128 words)

Summary: Peter Parker is at a skating rink for his class field trip...and the Avengers are chaperoning. Looks like it's gonna be One Of Those Days...

Steve Rogers Is (Not) A Good Influence by attackofthezee (noxlunate) (@attackofthezee) (Stucky, Teen And Up Audiences, 4,181 words)

Summary: Steve’s left staring at the kid- Peter, his brain helpfully reminds him. The kid is staring back. “So, you’re, like, Captain America, huh?” Peter asks, and he looks a little starstruck but less so than he did when he’d stared at Tony Stark’s jet taking off. “Uh, yeah.” Steve says, staring hard at a spot just past the kid’s shoulder as he shoves his hands as deep as they can go into the pockets of his jeans. “Call me Steve.” “Cool.” Parker breathes, and Steve tries not to think about just how badly this is going to go.   Aka Steve Rogers' American Tour Of Waiting For His Brainwashed Boyfriend To Come Back And Blowing Up Hydra is interrupted when Tony Stark dumps Peter Parker into his lap.

Wanda Maximoff and Steve Rogers

Down in the Worn Out Place Again by adventurepants (Gen, General Audiences, 2,649 words)

Summary: “You don't look a day over 85, Captain,” Wanda says. Natasha smiles, just barely, and nudges Steve with her elbow. “She makes jokes now.” (Post AoU, stories about friendship.)

Full of Wounds and Still Standing on my Feet by orphan_account (Gen, Teen And Up Audiences, 7,221 words)

Summary: The five times Steve looked out for Wanda, and one time Wanda decided someone needed to look out for Steve.

and the woman was young again by Mira_Jade (Gen, General Audiences, 3,669 words)

Summary: For Wanda, it was a healing that came with time.

With Magic We Do Fly by Summer_Sunflower (Gen, Not Rated, 2,269 words)

Summary: In Civil War we see Wanda fling Steve into the air with her magic. They must have practiced that, right? Que Wanda throwing Steve against a wall. Many times.

Full of Wounds and Still Standing on my Feet by orphan_account (Gen, Teen And Up Audiences, 7,221 words)

Summary: The five times Steve looked out for Wanda, and one time Wanda decided someone needed to look out for Steve.

Talks over a Hot Chocolate by psy_ched (Gen, General Audiences, 2,916 words)

Summary: Wanda has nightmares, and she gets an advice from an unlikely ally.

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Teeth are overrated anyway

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"Congrats." Mal says quietly. She does, in fact, know how to have some tact, sometimes. "Heard you made the team." 

Carlos rolls his head to the side so he can talk to something that's not the tightly curled space between his own knees. "I punched a kid so hard he threw up." he says softly. Like it's a confession. 

"And? I bet that fucker deserved it." 

"Not really."

In Mal’s expert opinion, they all deserve it. Every kid who shoulder checks them in the hall just because they're there, every girl who won't look at Evie while she crushes their test scores, everyone who comes to Mal when they want something and ices her out when they don't, they all deserve it. Every kid who's ever taken a sharpie to their doors to tell them how worthless they are, they deserve it tenfold, and if one of them took a punch to the gut while wearing practice armor, it's nothing compared to what Mal would do to them given half the chance. 

"I promise you, they really did," Mal says. "You punched one kid. I've punched how many now?" 

Carlos laughs. It's not funny.  "Fourteen." 

Right. Out of all the ways their families fucked them up, he got the obsessive kind of guilt tracking. Preventative evidence, because the adults who want them gone will totally listen to a timestamped, cross-referenced spreadsheet of all the times they've actually fucked up, instead of whatever imagined crimes they're actually going to get sent back over. The spreadsheet's very existence is incriminating, and it could be bad if it gets into the wrong hands, but anybody who's able to get into three layers of password-protected sub-folders deserves the hex they'll get for snooping, and will probably feel too guilty (hopefully) to use it properly against them anyway. It won’t matter. The adults who care about them won't be able to override the ones who fabricate crimes they didn't even do, and one spreadsheet, even with locked timestamps for every edit, won't do much against a royal word. 

Whatever. Everyone has their own coping mechanisms. 

"Fourteen," Mal echoes back. "That's a lot fucking more than one, and I'm still here." 

His head makes a solid noise against the wood. "You're different. People like you." 

Mal can't stop the scornful noise she makes at that one, but she can pick her next words wisely. 

Tread carefully, fearless leader. There's no coming back from this one. 

"I think," she says slowly, inching her way closer. "That you are severely overestimating how much people like me, fleabrain." 

Carlos makes a soft noise. He's listening, which is score one for Mal. 

"I'm not some perfect princess who never does anything wrong. Obviously." Fourteen classmates with black eyes and bloody noses. Fourteen people who won't speak ill of her crew again.  "I just keep trying, and I guess the Auradonians here are too stupid to realize that we're a bunch of lost causes. Their mistake, right?" 

"Right," Carlos whispers. "They're the ones who keep making mistakes." 

Hm. It's the right energy, but maybe not quite the right words.

"We deserve better than their scraps," Mal says, low and serious and warming to her cause now. "We deserve at least as much as they give their own stupid children, and if their noble-born brats can keep fucking up over and over, then we deserve at least as many chances as they get. We deserve our place here, and if they haven't kicked me out after punching fourteen people. they're sure as shit not going to kick you out over punching one." 

"Right." 

Mal can feel the heat of Carlos's body next to hers now, so close they could be touching. "Of course I'm right. And besides, why would they let you on the team if they're going to kick you off right after? It'd be a drain on their time and resources, and they're not gonna waste energy on us if they don't need to. You're stuck on that team whether you like it or not, dumbass." 

Carlos laughs. It's not exactly a happy sound, but it's closer than before. "I didn't want to join. I fuckin' hate organized sports." 

"Ah, like how I didn't want to join the equestrian club, and Evie dragged me to the meeting under false premises and wouldn't let me leave without petting a horse?" 

"Like that," he agrees, and finally tips his head onto Mal's shoulder. "I didn't want to do the second round of tryouts, but they're down a man since Aza broke his ankle, so Coach called everyone on the backup rotation in for a test scrimmage." 

"Let me guess, some shithead tried to pull shit because you're tiny, and you rage slammed him into the fuckin' dust?" 

Mal can feel the warm gust of his sigh on her neck this time, and it feels like what home must be for other people. "Yup. Pretty much." 

Weird. 

“I thought coach was all about controlling your power," Mal says, thinking out loud from a half-remembered conversation she’d had with Jay a few nights ago. “Guess he's some sort of filthy hypocrite who only means that for the big guys, huh." 

Carlos shakes his head. His hair is a soft, static-y mess that sticks to her cheek from the friction. She's going to be pulling handfuls out of her mouth later, but it's fine for now.  "Nah. He wants people who aren't afraid of full contact. Apparently he's playing some sort of psych-out game with one of the other teams, and he's pretty sure I'm unassuming enough that they'll never see it coming." 

"So he wants you to punch more people?" Mal asks incredulously. She may be bad at teams, and organized sports, and anything that involves running for more than a few minutes at a time, but a school-sanctioned chance to punch people might be worth making a stink about starting a girl's team over. "Sounds like a fuckin' sweet deal to me." 

“I—“ Carlos starts. 

Somebody pounds on the closet door, and his mouth snaps shut so fast Mal can hear the click. 

"Hey, if you two are done having a heart-to-heart in there, some of us wanna get to dinner on time!" Jay calls through the door. "Toss me out some shoes if you're skipping and I'll tell Verne you're both sick." 

Mal shoves open the door without waiting, and is rewarded with a satisfying 'oof' as the handle hits Jay in the stomach. "We were almost done, dumbass. You can't wait five minutes for us to strategize the best way for me to get in on this school-sanctioned hitting people shit?" 

Jay grins down at her, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Nope." he says brightly, popping the 'p'. "Dinner waits for no man, and I'm not missing out on bread just cause you two decided it was the right time to have a gossip sesh in my closet."

"Ow," Mal grumbles, unfolding herself from the floor. "Fuck you, who told you that gossip sesh was a word people actually use?" 

Jay steps back to let her out, still grinning infuriatingly. "Lonnie." 

Mal's going to sneak into that girl's room and dye all her clothes pink. 

No, she'd probably like that. Purple, then. An unflattering purple. One of those periwinkles that's so blue it doesn't deserve to share a name with the perfect purples that Mal herself wears. Perfect. 

"I'm going to make you both suffer," Mal informs him. "I'll dye all your clothes black." 

"Ooh, you think I'd look hot goth?" Jay shoots back, reaching past Mal to give Carlos a hand up. "Do your worst, killer. I already bribed your girlfriend. She said I'm her favorite model now." 

"You did not." 

"Did so." 

"Nobody bribed me with anything!" Evie calls from the boy's bathroom. "Jay's a better model than you because he knows how to hold still, M." 

"Nobody ever asks me to model," Carlos grumbles. Unlike Mal, he looks like he's comfortable standing upright, which is deeply unfair. "I'd be great at it." 

Evie sticks her head out of the bathroom. She's holding a hot curling wand to her hair, but her makeup is already on and impeccable for their teacher-student dinner tonight. "That's because you're already my favorite, baby. No matter how many people you've punched." 

Carlos flashes her a tiny, blink-and-you've-missed-it smile. It’s worth it. All the time in the world would be worth it to see that smile again. “Thanks, E." 

"Yeah, for nothing," Mal grumbles, twisting back and forth until her back pops. "What am I, moldy fish heads? I just spent half an hour twisted up in a closet, I want good girlfriend credit too." 

Evie laughs. "The fact that you call it girlfriend credit means you could never really stay in that closet, babe. You get all the girlfriend points."