#my first fanfic

[ashleyfilm]

Seeing Clearly

Hi Everyone, this is my first fan fiction. I love Joel Miller and Pedro and I just wanted to write something about him/them. I was inspired by the many many many fantastic fics I've read and all their writers. You all are amazing. I don't know what I'm doing so, if I do something wrong, please let me know and I'll adjust. Please leave comments, I'd love to know your thoughts. And if you feel inclined to reblog, that would be so nice.

Chapter Warnings: violence, cursing, gore, blood. (There Will Be Smut, eventually) Minors - DNI

Characters: Jackson!Joel Miller x F!Reader Plus Size. I will give her some physical descriptions because she is me for this one but I've taken to writing her and You (Reader) so hopefully you can still imagine yourself. Black hair, glasses, tattoos, big body, wears dark clothes, won't stop talking, a little annoying. Joel is tv show Jackson Joel.

Story Summary: Joel just saved your life, begrudgingly. He doesn't know exactly why but he brings you back to Jackson and you ingratiate yourself into his very small circle and his life. This takes place after season 1 of TLOU and season 2 doesn't exist in my brain because no.

Chapter Summary: Joel saves your life and takes you back to Jackson.

Chapter 1: Him.

It all happens so fast. You step on that fallen fucking branch and it snaps. It feels so loud in the eerie quiet of the forest, like an explosion. Your heart almost burst in your chest, and the clicker you were hiding from, praying would pass you by, turns on the stumps left of its heels and comes towards you. Its limbs flailing, but at a speed that seems impossible. Next, you’re on the ground, pushing the things’ rotting neck and shoulders as hard as you can to keep its snapping jaws from your face, when suddenly, with the sound of a shot, the head splinters, and bloody debris falls onto the skin of your face as the clicker’s strength weakens and its weight falls against you.

Your brain can’t catch up with what is happening as the corpse is lifted off you and the sound of a man’s voice starts to come through as if you’re hearing it under water. “ANSWER ME!” You finally make out the words, “WERE YOU BIT?” You find your voice, shaky but still strong, matching the man’s intensity, “I DON’T KNOW.” You hear him sigh, almost as if he’s irritated rather than fearful. You still can’t see him clearly, the viscera of brain matter from the clicker being shot above you still blurring your vision, along with the loss of your black framed glasses that helped you see, even if the prescription wasn’t exactly right. Damnit, where are they now? You wipe your face as best you can and move your mass of black hair streaked with gray out of the way as the man, who you can now see is large, broad shouldered, only being able to make out his shape without your glasses. He grabs at your collar and moves your head from side to side to check your face and neck, and then pulls you up to a standing position. You’re weak on your legs after the, let’s face it, near fucking death experience you just had, and reach out to the man, grabbing his hand for balance, after you seem steady and not a second before, he pulls his hand back and squeezes his fist like you burned him. Okay, man, just trying not to fall over again.

“Roll up your sleeves and show me your hands and arms, both sides. NOW!” You do just that. His brow furrows at the site of the tattoos covering your arms, like he’s wondering how you got them all, and trying to figure out if it was before the world ended, or after. How old you would have been, and if you could have gotten them all before. You can see the gears turning, then it seems he finally deems you unbitten and therefore not an immediate threat, but certainly not safe. “What are you doing out here alone, where are your people?” He says while looking around him, checking his six or whatever the fuck, you wonder if he was in the military or something, he seems like a soldier but also like maybe the Jason Borne kind. You never got to see the sequel they announced before it all happened, sequels usually sucked anyway. God, you miss movies.

“What is wrong with you, kid, you got brain damage? Answer my questions,” the man says, still more irritated with you than anything else. Kid? You’re fucking 40. Whatever. “Um, no brain damage that I know of, but I have a theory that I had an undiagnosed concussion as a teenager, um, but I’m out here trying to not get eaten by clickers, or raiders, or murdered, or worse and trying not to starve. Also, no people. I have no people.” You ramble quickly and the man sighs, AGAIN. You look down and see a rough black outline in the grass below and- “Oh, thank fuck.”

You reach down, clean them off on the part of your black long sleeved shirt that doesn’t have blood or clicker gunk on it and put them on with a long sigh of relief, “Do you know how hard it was to find glasses that actually helped me see and hold onto them and not break them in this shit show of an existence…” another sigh of relief as you open your eyes to finally look at the man who saved your life and already seems like he wants to take it back from you and Holy shit. He’s hot, there’s no other way to put it. He’s the hottest person you’ve ever seen on planet earth, and you’ve just ran your goddamn smart mouth like a fucking moron this entire time. Without the decency to be quiet and nervous in front of, again, THE HOTTEST PERSON YOU HAVE EVER SEEN. You choke on your own thoughts and wide-eyed look into his eyes, they’re chocolate brown and filled with life and emotion, he’s gruff and scary but his eyes…god, they betray him. His hair is just below his ears, curled and brown with slices of gray throughout. His face is worn, scarred, like he’s been through shit, you know because you have too. His nose is like a roman god’s, aquiline and fucking beautiful. He’s got a patchy beard the same two colors as his curly hair and his lips are full and pouty with a mustache and you wonder how it would scratch if he put his mouth on your neck. Wait, what the fuck. I mean he’s hot but instantly thinking of him kissing your neck… relax bitch.

He clears his throat, looking at you like you have two heads and sighs. He really likes to sigh. Then he finally speaks in a stern but soft voice, “Okay, look, don’t know why, but I believe you when you say you’re alone, your eyes look like you haven’t eaten in a few days, that true?” You nod and he seems relieved that you don’t start speaking again, so you stick with it and stay silent. His southern drawl continues, “I come from a community. If you want, I’ll take ya there. Food, shelter, medical. You gotta contribute and you gotta behave. Might want to watch that smart mouth of yours until people start trustin’ you, or maybe forever.” You look at him, tears threatening to fall, turning away to shield him or yourself, you’re not sure. Food. Shelter. Medical. My god how is this possible. He takes this time to look away from you and retrieve jerky from his pack which he holds out for you, and you take it. “Thank you...” you say in the quietest voice you think you’ve ever used realizing you don’t know his name. “Joel, name’s Joel Miller.” He nods and points his head in the direction he wants you to walk. Looking at your hair he says, “C’mon Ash,” and he follows just behind you. What you don’t see is the uptick of his lip on one side that reveals a dimple you’ve yet to witness on his beautiful face and his eyes linger on you for far too long when he should be watching your surroundings. That’s what you don’t see.

[osohchoso]

Blood and Chains Masterlist

Four years after the Shibuya Incident, Choso lives his life as a Jujutsu Sorcerer. He helps his brother with exorcising curses while trying to hunt down Kenjaku to end him once and for all. During one fated encounter, he runs into you (literally) while out on a mission. This moment begins to change both of your lives forever. You find yourself falling for this mysterious man, wanting to learn what secrets he hides. All while showing him that he too is deserving of love.

Post-Shibuya incident alternate universe.

Choso x F!Reader

MDNI

Chapter Index

Prologue

One- Shibuya

Two- Fresh Air

Three- Coffee and Pizza

Four- Little Flower

Five- Is There Someone Else?

Six- Bleeding Hearts

Seven- Behind Those Eyes

Eight- Trust

Nine- Healing Hands, Hungry Hearts

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Hello! Sorry to bother you, but the pictures in "Hide and Seek" on AO3 seem to have broken, and I can't find them on your tumblr. Would you please fix it, if you can? Thank you either way!

So I just checked and you're right, for some reason the illustrations aren't showing up (tho I could see the cover art at the beginning)

This is weird, and I'll try to see what I can do about it...

In the meantime, here's the illustrations thus far!

[cardassianexpats]

Hyping myself up to finally upload my first fanfiction. It's a 40k words Deep Space 9 post-canon Garak/Bashir fic, T-rated, mystery, pining and spy shenanigans that I'm fiercely proud of.

I've been working on it for over three years now, writing, editing, formatting, so I really just need to post it.

What's the worst that could happen, eh?

Edit: I did it!

[cosmic-nyx-fanwork]

An old comic I made months ago, I never posted it because I wanted to wait until I made the second part of it (but I never made it)

Anyway, this is how Neptune met the sillies from my Doll AU, I have no idea if I’ll do a part two to this or even turn this into a series…so let me know what you think :3

Also Neptune is nonbinary, that’s why the cashier referred to them as “Mx”

[cutiecusp]

Baby, I'm your man.

Part two to Edge of Heaven. Read this first if you'd like, I don't make the rules 💓

https://www.tumblr.com/cutiecusp/748001595753742336/edge-of-heaven?source=share

Thank you all so so much for the love! Best friend Simon has my heart, totally.

Warnings. These two idiots act on it. So smut. P in V, oral, feelings. Unedited. Written in about 30 mins this time ;) MDNI, it may be a little long as I kinda wanna make it a wrapped up second part and not three, sorry!!!!

Best friend Simon and Reader have confessed feelings, cue one steamy car ride home. (Lyrics highlighted in pink)

You relaxed into Simons arms as he deepened the kiss, his tongue gently probing your mouth, forcing a moan from your lips, followed by a gasp as his lips trailed across your jaw and down your neck.

"Such pretty sounds, love. All for me?" Simon asks, teasingly. His hand gently moves up your thigh, fingertips tracing circles around your soft skin.

The pad of his thumb pushes your legs apart, and he sees just how much the night has affected you.

"So fucking wet already, love?" He teases, dragging a gentle finger over your lacy knickers.

"At this rate I'm not sure we will even make it home."

You try and shut your legs, embarrassment flushing over you, but Simon held you open a little longer.

"So good, so divine, baby, wanna take you here..." he murmurs, watching your arousal completely soak the fabric in his hand.

"But... I kinda wanna take my time with you." He pulls away, and puts his hands back on the wheel.

"Give me five minutes to get us home, love. Then I'll be your man." He starts up the engine and gives you a heated look.

He pulls back onto the main road, your heart pounding in your chest. Simon had been your biggest secret crush for years, and tonight was the night that you were gonna act on it.

You press your legs together, trying to ease the pressure off your sensitive folds.

"Simon.. I.. " You start, but you can't find the words to explain. You pause, and try again.

"Simon.. I.. This isn't a one time thing for me." You manage to croak out. Your face crimson as you put your feelings out on the table.

Simon simply smiles and nods.

"I know love, me too."

💗

He pulls up to the house and you waste no time getting out of the car and fishing your keys out of your tiny sparkly clutch.

Simon boxes you in, broad arms either side of you as he presses his body against yours, you can feel his erection strain through his jeans and press into your stomach as he claims another soul wrenching kiss from you. His hands run through your hair, and you whimper as his lips find that sweet spot under your ear.

"Simon, neighbours... don't need to be giving them a free show." You gasp between breaths.

Simon chuckles and takes the keys out of your shaking hands and manages to get the door open.

You kick off your heels and let out an explicit moan as your feet hit the carpet.

"Should I be jealous of the carpet, sweetheart?" Simon asks, before pulling your body close into his.

"I can't tell you how long I've waited for you to say yes." He adds, surprising you.

"Me? I thought we.. you didn't wanna.." You splutter, your wide eyes meeting his.

"Then I guess we are both idiots." Simon laughs.

"I've wanted you for years." He admits, and wraps his arms around your waist, your soft body flush with his hard chest.

"Last chance love. You can back out now, no hard feelings."

You pause, and really look at him. Golden cropped hair frames his features, a few scars scattered across his face from his occupation. Freckles from the last holiday you had together was still smattered over the bridge of his nose, and his gaze was intense.

"Never wanted anything more." You admit softly, and the air gets pulled out of your lungs as he lifts you and carries you to the bedroom.

💗

Laying you down gently, he presses another kiss to your lips before tugging your dress down, exposing the fact you had forgone a bra, and your pointed nipples met the cool summer air.

Simon lets out a breath between his teeth.

"Fucking gorgeous love." He admires, his fingers trailing down your chest and over your sensitive skin. You keen under his touch, his calloused fingers rough against your skin only adding to the pleasure.

"More, Simon... please." You insist, arching your back, your eyes squeezed shut. You heard a chuckle as his hands trail down your body.

"Patience, love. I.. I'm not a small man. Gotta prep you first." He admits sheepishly.

You open your eyes and prop yourself on your elbows.

"Prep how-?" You ask, as you see Simon leave the bed.

Pulling your hips to the end of the bed, he kneels before you.

"Told you before. Taking you to heaven, like the song in the car." He says before peeling your soaked panties off and pressing kisses into your thighs, leaving teeth marks you know you'll be feeling tomorrow.

His lips trail a pattern up your legs, heading to your creamy pussy, arousal already dripping from your folds onto the sheets below.

"Fuck me, sweetheart. Practically begging for it." He teases, before he places his lips on your clit, tracing his tongue over your sensitive bud.

Your hands find his hair as you pull him closer, rocking your hips against his face while chanting his name. His hands pulled away from your hips and, with one hand, kept you spread open, and the other moved to between your legs.

He looked up at you, cloudy lust filled eyes met yours as he gently pressed against your soaked entrance.

"Wanna get you nice and ready for me love." You hear him tell you as he slides two of his fingers inside you, completely stealing your breath away.

"So bloody tight, gonna suffocate my cock." He moaned, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh before scissoring his fingers, stretching you a little more each time.

You were seeing stars as you felt his fingers stretch you, but when his mouth circled back to your clit, white light hit behind your eyelids and you heard yourself begging for something, for everything, for more.

"Simon.. please." You beg, your voice hoarse as you let out another whimper that was trapped in the back of your throat.

"Wanna see your pretty face as you come, love. Want you to come on my fingers." Simon practically purrs as his fingers create a delicious tempo as his tongue circles your clit and down to his fingers repeatedly.

Your legs start to shake, and your cheeks flush, you feel a pressure building up in your lower stomach, and you close your eyes as it becomes too much.

You feel him pull away completely, and open your eyes in defiance.

"Eyes on me love." Simon says gruffly. You nod, and don't dare look away as he slips his fingers back inside you, and begins kitten licking your sensitive skin, before sucking on your clit with a little roughness,his stubble making your thighs burn.

You reach the pinnacle quicker than you imagined, with the mixture of Simons tongue and fingers, you coat his fingers and chin in your slick, and your hands search for him as he makes his way up your body, placing kisses on your stomach and chest, before moving up to your mouth, the taste of you on his lips.

💗

Simon lies next to you on the bed, brushing your hair from your face. He smiles down at you, and trails a hand back down your body.

"Ready for me, sweetheart?" He asks, resting his hand on your knee.

You nod and pull him in for a kiss, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. He leaves the bed, and removes his jeans. Your face drops as you understand what he means. The man is huge.

"I.. uh.. I.. " You splutter, as Simon laughs. Kneeling on the bed, he nudges your legs open with his.

"I promise I'll make it good for you, love." He whispers against your jaw as he places sloppy kisses down your neck, before slowly pushing in.

You rock your hips against his, and feel every inch press deep inside you. Your whimpers and the sound of skin on skin are the only noises in the room.

"God, you feel so fucking good, love." Simon pants, as he bottoms out. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you feel a delicious burn as he stretches you out fully.

"Simon.. faster, fuck me.. please." You beg, wrapping your legs around his broad waist. You try rolling your hips against his to ease some of the friction, but he holds you still, his lips just inches from yours.

"Easy love. Wouldn't want to hurt you." He protests, but you have other ideas as you dig your heels into the small of his back.

"Simon bloody Riley, I've been waiting years for you. Fuck. Me. Harder." You demand, using your heels as leverage.

"Fine. You want it harder love?" He asks, shifting his weight so he's able to spread your legs apart. Leaning his head forward, you feel him spit on your clit, and rub it in lazy circles, making your eyes roll.

"Since my girl asked so. Fucking. Nicely." He pants, snapping his hips all the way to the brim of your pussy. The pace set your teeth on edge, your breasts became unrestricted as Simon ripped the bodice down to your hips, as his thrusts became faster, he used the scrap of clothing to keep you in place, as he pounds into you, over and over.

"This pretty cunt is mine. Understood?" Simon asks as the quick pace makes you humbly nod. Over and over he thrusts deeply into you, rubbing your g spot as he pulls back.

"Words. Love. You know I need to hear it."

You manage to look at him and nod. "Yeah, Simon. Yours.. " You gasp out.

He keeps up a bullying pace until you feel the tightening of another orgasm starting to build up in your stomach.

"Simon, fuck. M'gonna come." You warn him, your cheeks flushed with exertion, your legs aching. You shudder as you feel your pussy grip Simons cock,coating him in your climax, and you watch as Simon throws his head back with a growl, and you feel ropes of come paint your insides.

He collapses on your chest, throughly spent. You brush his hair off his forehead and smile up at him.

"If you're gonna do it, do it right, do it with me." Simon teases.

"Thought you didn't like cheesy pop?" You ask with a smile.

"Love, if that's why I finally got you to admit feelings for me, I'll convert." Simon jokes, as he pulls you in for a cuddle, your bodies intertwining as you both fall asleep in each others arms.

A/N not sure on the ending, and I'm really sorry it's so long! Thank you again for all your support! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

@xoxunhinged 🖤

[sunflowers-and-sandwiches]

Of Princesses & Reindeer Kings

Growing-closer couple Princess Anna and Kristoff Bjorgman finally find the opportunity to slip away from the curious onlookers of Arendelle unnoticed. It’s their first adventure together since the Great Thaw - the first time for a lot of things.

My first story ever, and it’s Kristanna fanfic! Rated ‘Explicit’ for sexy times, but mostly mild angst and fluff.

Thank you @annaofthenorthernlights and @loonysama / @annas-hair-donut for helping make this happen. You’re my fan fiction heroes ❄️🌻🥪

(Please do not use my art for any purpose without express permission!)

[iredastead]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: G

Pairing: Buck/Tommy

Summary: Buck is on a mission- to surprise his boyfriend with the perfect kiss attack. Inspired by Spider-man, he’s sure his plan is foolproof...or so he thought.

This is my entry for day 3 of the @bucktommyfluffebruary

So this is my first fic for this fandom! Actually is my first fic written in English, so I hope it turns out ok and you like it <3

[stuckinthewrongworld]

I know I’ve talked about having a Falkner x Reader fic planned out first, but this one just kept bugging me and I had to get it out!  So this will be my first ever official fanfic that I post! I’m super nervous about it, so please don’t judge, but helpful critiques are welcomed.  This story is going to end up in multiple parts, I just don’t know how many and I don’t know how I want to split everything up, so I’m just winging it lol. This chapter is mainly to set up the background and explain how Reader got their Pokemon team and some of their experience.

Warnings: Violence, but it’s pretty vague, typical canon Pokemon world violence, it will eventually turn spicy, there will be eventual angst

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Precious Egg

Chapter 1

Everyone you knew went on a Pokemon journey as they came of age.  Most of your friends went to Professor Juniper to receive their starter Pokemon, then traveled around Unova to do the traditional Gym Challenge.  However, since you were small, one type of Pokemon seemed drawn to you, no matter where you went: Dragon Types.  Even as a small child, random trainers who had their partner Dragons out even just walking by you, their Pokemon would pull away to come see you.  This, of course, scared your parents, as Dragon Types were always seen as a more difficult Type to handle.  However, the Dragon Types never meant you harm. They would nuzzle up to you, causing you to squeal with joy.  Their trainers would stand there in shock, saying things like, “They never act that way with anyone but me,” or “I’ve never seen them do that.”  Worried, your parents sought the help of the Elder from the Village of Dragons when you turned 10 years old. 

The Elder had you sit down as she looked over you, humming a mantra out loud. Opening her eyes, the Elder explained that they had never seen this type of bond with Dragon Types with people who were not descendants of the Draconid People.  The Elder explained that not many people can understand Dragons and offered to take you in to train you.  Your parents were nervous, but you begged, as you had grown to love the scaly Pokemon after so many had been drawn to you.  Instead of going on a traditional Pokemon Journey, you were taken into the Village of the Dragons to learn as much as you could.  

The Elder gifted you a Pokemon egg and explained that it was your duty to keep the egg safe until they hatched into your partner Pokemon.  You took the egg everywhere with you, carrying it in your backpack.  You even slept with the egg, covering it with your blankets.  Eventually, the egg began to crack open and an Axew now sat there, yawning.  However, something was off.  The color of the Axew was not the normal green you had seen with the other partner Axew in the village.  Worried your partner was sick, you scooped the hatchling up and ran to the Elder.  The Elder chuckled and explained that your Axew was completely fine.  The Elder explained that there were extremely rare chances where Pokemon could have a different coloration than normal.  The Elder believed that this was a sign, as you yourself were an oddity, so your Pokemon was the perfect fit.  

Over the years, you and Axew train and learn everything possible from the Elder, battling and growing stronger.  You and Axew had an understanding that went deeper than a normal bond.  You could just look at each other and Axew knew what you needed it to do.  At age 16, the Elder explains that she has nothing left to teach you, and that growth only comes by new experiences.  The Elder suggests that you and Axew look for the Draconids in Hoenn, as they were the original Dragon Type tamers.  Sad to leave, you thank the Elder for everything she has done for you.  You stop by your childhood home to let your parents know that you’re going to travel to Hoenn and they are impressed at how strong you’ve become.  

Arriving in Hoenn was the easy part, but locating the Draconids was another story.  Most people thought that the Draconids had died out long, long ago.  You received a tip that Meteor Falls was the last known place that the Draconids seemed to inhabit or frequent, so you tried there.  After a few days of wandering the cave, a black haired girl wearing a tattered cape found you.  She said her name was Zinnia and said she could sense that you had a “dragon aura” about you.  Zinnia told you to follow her, as she led you deep into the Falls.  Eventually, you came into a large opening that was filled with Salamence, Shelgon, and Flygon.  Zinnia took you to a hut where an elderly woman sat.  Zinnia said something to the woman in a language you did not understand.  The woman nodded in understanding.  The woman finally said that she had been expecting you to arrive and that your training would begin immediately. 

During your 3 years with the Draconids, Axew evolved into Haxorus and you had been given a Bagon to add to your team.  Your Bagon also bonded extremely quickly to you and began to understand your commands without having to say a word.  The other Dragon Types that came and went from the Draconid’s base also loved you.  You were able to calm any Dragon Type, even in the deepest rage, with just your presence.  They would calm, whine, then come rest their head in your lap while the woman healed their injuries.  When your time with the Draconids came to an end, the woman granted you with a stone that had a red and blue swirl in the middle and a rainbow filled orb.  She explained that this was a Mega Stone for when your Bagon eventually became a Salamence and a Key Stone.  You hugged her and thanked her for all her knowledge, shook Zinnia’s hand, then headed off for your next journey.

Of course everyone knew who Cynthia was.  And everyone knew of her amazing Garchomp.  You had never been able to be around one in person, so you knew you had to travel to Sinnoh to meet one of the greatest Champions out there.  Finding Cynthia was actually not that complicated, as she was in her home of Celestic Town doing some research for her grandmother, Professor Carolina.  You challenge Cynthia to a 1 on 1, her using Garchomp and you using your shiny Fraxure.  Of course, you lost, but Cynthia saw potential in you, especially after the battle your Fraxure evolved into a majestic black Haxorus. 

Dragon Types hate the cold, but Cynthia used it to her advantage to have her Garchomp become stronger than other Dragon Types.  Cynthia took you to the higher peaks of the mountainous Sinnoh region to train your now Haxorus and Shelgon.  Not even Cynthia and Garchomp had the mental connection that you and Haxours did.  Heck, even Shelgon was almost as connected to you as your starter was.  You and your partners trained under harsh conditions for a year with Cynthia and your Shelgon eventually became a Salamence.

“Let’s test out that Mega Stone of yours,” Cynthia casually brought up as she fed a Poffin to Garchomp.  

You looked shocked.  You had heard Cynthia could Mega Evolve Garchomp, but she had never brought it up in the entire year you had trained with her.  Salamence wandered over to you and nudged your arm.  You look down at it and locked eyes.  An understanding came through both of you as you nodded yes.

“I’ve been waiting to give you this,”  Cythina had a thick metal collar which had the Salamencite embedded into the center.  

You thanked Cynthia as you placed the collar around Salamence and it growled in approval.

You took to opposite sides of the practice field Cynthia had set up near her home.  Cynthia Mega Evolved Garchomp first to show you how to do it.  You held the Mega Stone in your hand as you felt the energy flow from you to Salamence.  Salamence was enveloped in a blinding light and when it faded, your partner was there, but in a new form.  Cynthia had warned you that Mega Salamence could be extremely violent, but yours showed no sign of this.  You both called out attacks and dealt massive damage, but Salamence fell first.  Garchomp fell seconds after.  Cynthia told you how proud she was of you for becoming so strong in such a short amount of time.  Garchomp brought you one of its young, a Gible, and Cynthia told you to raise it up to be just as formidable as her Garchomp.  You hugged Cynthia and thanked her for everything she had taught you.

You had been constantly training for 10, almost 11 years now.  It was almost your 21st birthday and you had never taken an actual vacation.  Every region you traveled for was to help you learn about your bond with Dragon Types and to train your team to be the best they possibly could be.  You wanted to better understand Mega Evolution, so you thought you could knock out 2 birds with one stone: Take a small vacation, but also learn about Mega Evolution right from the source.  Your Pokemon also deserved a break after all their hard work, so there were no complaints when you told them their next stop would be in Kalos.

The first few weeks in Kalos were like a dream.  You had never just had time to do literally whatever you wanted and it was an odd feeling for you.  You would become antsy, but Haxorus would give you a look and you knew to settle back into the mundane.  You would train with your Pokemon to keep up their exercise, but it was not as intensive since this was supposed to be a time for everyone to rest.  Your Gible did evolve into Gabite during a sparring match with Salamence one day and you couldn’t have been more pleased.  You decided to treat your Pokemon to some Poke Puffs to celebrate, so you made your way into Lumiose City.  On your way to the bakery, you noticed a jewelry shop.  You had been keeping your Key Stone in your pocket, but you were worried about losing it.  Telling your Dragons to stay outside, you walk into the shop and explain that you would like a pendant of some sort to keep your Mega Stone in.  The shopkeep explains that he made Diana’s Key Stone pendant, so it would be no problem for him.  Noticing your team outside, the shopkeep asked if they were your Dragons and you told him they were.  He claimed to have the perfect design for you and that he could have it finished in 3 days.  You took your leave and went to treat your Pokemon.

While you waited for your Key Stone to be worked on, you decided to explore a cave you had heard about that was a few towns away.  Terminus Cave was only lit by the bioluminescent algae that popped up sporadically as you walked.  Gabite suddenly growled, its pupil becoming focused dots staring down one path.  You strain to listen and a faint squeak, followed by some other voice.  You give your team a look as you all run towards the sound. You hear the thunk before you see anything, but from what you can gather, the gangly man holding a stick in one hand and the feet of the upside down Noibat in the other was the cause of the poor Pokemon crying out in pain.  You didn’t have to say anything as Haxorus swung its massive tail at the man, knocking him to the ground and Noibat fell with a thud.  Your Pokemon knew what to do, surrounding the man as Salamence held him down with one foot, snarling just inches from his face.  You scoop up the little Sound Wave Pokemon to look over the damage.  Yep, that wing was for sure broken and it wasn’t going to be able to open one eye for a bit from the swelling.  You cradled Noibat in your arms as you walked over to the the whimpering man still pressed into the ground.

“What the hell is your problem?!” you growled at him.

“They’re uncommon… worth some money…” he said between strangled breaths as Salamence presses harder into his chest.

“Maybe you deserve the same treatment…” you give a look to your Dragon Types who all nod in understanding.  

A few good lashings with their tails and some rubbing with their scaly skin later, the man was a little worse for wear as you tie him up to a stalagmite.  You walk away feeling satisfied when he calls, “You can’t just leave me here!” 

“Oh, someone will find you,” you raise your middle finger up at him, but continue walking away with the injured Pokemon still in your arms.

You recall all your Pokemon besides Salamence as you direct it to fly to the nearest Pokemon Center.  When you arrive, you recall Salamence and thank it for the lift.  Running inside, you explain to Nurse Joy what happened and she rushes Noibat to the back to be treated.  You go to the phone inside the Center and call the local police, explaining what happened and where they would find the poacher.  About 15 minutes later, Officer Jenny shows up to the Pokemon Center to question you about what happened.  Officer Jenny isn’t thrilled that you let your Pokemon rough the guy up, but she thanks you for your help, as the police had been trying to catch him for months.  Nurse Joy returns and tells Officer Jenny that charges need to be pressed due to how poorly Noibat is and Officer Jenny nods in agreement.  Nurse Joy thanks you for bringing the Noibat in when you did, or it may not have survived.  Your heart aches for the little one.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” you ask.

“Noibat will probably be fearful of humans now…” her voice trails off, “If you’d like to go in a see it, that would be okay, but please do not be too loud.”

You nod as Nurse Joy escorts you to the room where Noibat is healing.  Most of its tiny body is wrapped in bandages and its wing is in a splint.  Wires are running from its body to monitors that beep every so often.  Nurse Joy pulls up a seat for you as you stroke an exposed part of Noibat’s head.  In your mind, you tell it that you’re sorry you couldn’t get there sooner and that you hope they come out on the other end okay.  Noibat seems to sense your thoughts as they barely open the eye that was not bandaged up, nessling into your palm.  You give Noibat a soft smile and continue to run your thumb back and forth on their head as they drift off to sleep.  

You stop by the jeweler's and he holds your Key Stone in a beautiful pendant that looks like a dragon claw clutching the stone.

“I saw your Dragons and thought it would be fitting.  I hope you like it.”

“It’s perfect,” your eyes shined.  You placed the pendant around your neck and could feel your heart swell at the thought of being able to Mega Evolve with Salamence again.  You paid the jeweler for his services and headed back to the Pokemon Center to check on Noibat.

As the doors slid open, high pitched echos rang through the whole Pokemon Center, causing you to cover your ears.  Nurse Joy staggered from the back, “Oh, Y/N! I’m so glad you’re here!”

“What’s wrong?” 

“Noibat has been incorrigible ever since you left!  Could you see if you could calm it?”

Nurse Joy takes your hand and drags you to Noibat’s room, sliding the door open.  Noibat was attempting to fly, even though its wing was still bandaged, and sending out the highest pitch cry imaginable.

“Noibat! I’m here!” you reach your hand out to touch the little Pokemon.  Scared it, bites down, but you don’t flinch away.  Noibat opens its good eye and sees you, then immediately lets go and quiets.  Noibat attempts to lick your wound and cuddles up against you.  

You shush the Pokemon, cradling it in your arm that hasn’t been bit, “It’s okay, I”m here.”  

“No one has been able to quiet it since you left.  How did you do that?”

You really didn’t have an explanation or a reason as to why Dragon Types liked you, but you’d gotten use to explaining that Dragon Types have always been drawn to you, so that’s what you told Nurse Joy.  

“Let me clean that and wrap it for you,” Nurse Joy gathered antiseptics and bandages from the cabinets and began to take care of the wound.  

In that short time, Noibat drifted off to sleep.  “I don’t know what we’re going to do.  We can’t have it screaming like that.”

“I’m here on vacation,” you explain, “Would you care if I stayed with Noibat while they healed? I don’t mind.  I have other Dragon Type Pokemon that can keep it company.”

“That honestly would not be a bad idea.  I can set up one of the rooms for an extended stay.  Maybe that will help Noibat not be so terrified of people either if it has someone who is consistent and showing it love.”  

“I can do that.  Dragon Types are my specialty.” you smiled down at Noibat who was now snoring.  

Nurse Joy thanked you again and went to set up your room.  Later that evening, you moved all of your belongings to the room Nurse Joy had set up for you in the back of the Pokemon Center.  Noibat eagerly awaited your return and Nurse Joy allowed you to hand feed the Pokemon.  You were allowed to bring Noibat outside briefly to get some fresh air, so you allowed your team to do the same.  Noibat looked up in awe at Haxorus, Salamence, and Gabite and squeaked in excitement.  

“You want to get big and strong like them?” you ask.

Noibat turns to you and nods its head as much as it can being all bandaged up.

“Okay, then I promise not to leave Kalos until you’re well.”  Noibat rubbed its head against your leg in appreciation and your Dragon Types smiled as best as they could at the small Dragon.

While Noibat healed up at the Pokemon Center, you learned as much about Mega Evolution as you could, battling with other trainers who used the battle mechanic to train with Mega Salamence.  As the weeks went by, Noibat completely recovered and you had all but perfected Mega Evolution.  Nurse Joy thanked you profusely for your help in calming Noibat during its stay at the Pokemon Center, but you thanked her in return for allowing you to stay at the Pokemon Center during that time.

As you went to leave, Noibat wanted to show you that it had gotten stronger, so it challenged you to a battle.  You battled Noibat with Gabite and the little spit fire had some tricks up its sleeve, but you came out on top.  Noibat was disappointed in itself, but you offered it to come with you if it wanted, holding out a Pokeball.  With tears in its eyes, Noibat pressed its head to the button and let itself inside.  

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And that is how you ended up with your now fully evolved team: Haxorus, Salamence, Garchomp, and Noivern.  You went back home to the Village of Dragons to introduce your team to the Elder who had brought you and Haxorus up and she was impressed by all your new skills.  The Elder challenged you to a battle and you wiped the floor with her, not losing a single Pokemon.  

“You’re good enough to be a Gym Leader, you know,” the Elder smirked at you.

You give a small smile, but you don’t think so.  You feel as if you still have so much to learn and you admit that to the Elder.

“You could always start out as being a gym trainer,” she offers, “Not the full commitment of being a Gym Leader, but still being in the gym scene and training hard.”

“Now that might work,” you think for a moment, “I didn’t think Drayden was looking for new Trainers?”

“He isn’t, but that doesn’t mean other Dragon Type Gym Leaders aren’t.”

Clair was fine as a person, but you knew she could get upset when she lost a battle.  She was infamous for running away from a trainer once who beat her fair and square, refusing to turn over her badge.  You thought that was something you didn’t really want to deal with.  Ryuki didn’t run an actual gym, since there were no gyms in Alola, and he could come off as really aggressive.  Again, not something you wanted to deal with.  The other Dragon Type trainers were all Elite Four members, so they didn’t have gym trainers.

The Elder could see that you were deep in thought, trying to remember any other Dragon Type specialists.  As she went to sip her tea, she reminded you that Galar had a Dragon Type Gym Leader and that they were looking for help, “Something about the last hire lying about their experience with Dragon Types and getting hurt, so they’re down a person.”  

You hadn’t thought of Galar, as it wasn’t a region that really piqued your interest.  You heard it rained a lot and could get quite chilly, depending where in the region you were. 

“Doesn’t hurt to try,” the Elder again sipped her tea.

That night you borrow the Village computer and fill out the application.  You sign as you hit the submit button.  You were 21 years old and had only ever trained, never having an actual job, so of course you were worried about the “what ifs.”  That night you fell asleep rather quickly, dreaming of all the adventures you had gone on so far.

Early the next morning you awake to your Rotom phone ringing.  You’re not a morning person, but you try to put on your best “I didn’t just wake up voice.”

“Hello, is this Y/N?” the chipper voice on the other end asked.

“This is her,” giving a silent yawn at the end.

“This is Camilla with the Hammerlocke Gym in Galar.  We received your application and we think you’d be a perfect candidate for the gym trainer spot.  When would you be able to come out for an interview and test battle?”

“Well, I’m in Unova currently,” you explain, getting up to start your day, “So whenever the next flight to Galar would be from here.”

“Excellent! We’ll book you a flight for the end of the week so you have plenty of time to pack.  I saw the Pokemon you listed as having on your team.  Luckily they are all Pokemon that are allowed to cross into Galar, restrictions and all, so you’ll be able to have your full team here.  We’ll email you the information for the tickets and see you at the end of the week!”

The phone line on the other end clicked, disconnecting the call.  You weren’t expecting things to move so quickly, but at the same time, you were excited and ready for a new change.  Over the course of the week, the Elder and your family helped you pack your things and the gym staff set you up with a hotel stay until your employment was secured at the gym, then you would be able to officially move into the apartments near the gym that were meant for all the staff.  Sooner than you realized, you were taking off from your home yet again and into another unknown.

[thatguywhodoesstuff]

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[old-danmei-fan]

Holy crap, I wrote this way faster than I thought I would. It started as just some Shino drabbles and morphed into a kinda fic? I'll get it rewritten into a fic with better dialogue since I didn't have any in the first half lmao

Anyways, no warnings besides a little bit of alcohol and bets. It is also sfw. I tried to make it gender neutral and there's no description of the reader's physical appearance. I am open to feedback so please let me know if you've got tips or suggestions for me!

Enjoy ☺️

When you meet as kids, shino is standoffish. He figures you're going to be grossed out or scared of his Kikaichū so he's a little shocked when you don't run away the first time you see them.

You keep coming up to him to just stand next to him and talk even though he doesn't respond much or volunteer any info of his own. You figure he's not telling you to go away so he must not mind your chatter.

You'll tell him about the most mundane parts of your day, about the flowers you saw starting to bloom, or even how you're craving a certain treat your mom made when you were a child. Shino will just stand or walk quietly with you, absorbing every little detail you give up to him.

You only realize Shino is actually listening and not just humoring you when he brings you your favorite treat after he notices you're having a rough day.

After that, you become inseparable from each other outside of missions and other duties. When you aren't training with your team, you go find Shino to train with and vice versa. Whenever you both have time, you'll go grab something to eat together when you're done with training.

Now that you two are friends he doesn't stop talking as long as you show interest in what he's saying. He still makes sure to pay attention to you when you're talking as well and will now interject with questions to keep you talking, no longer making you have a one way conversation.

As you get older and become older teens and even young adults, Shino becomes more and more protective of you. He's not sure why he feels the need to do so, but he figures it's because you're his best friend and that's what friends do.

Realistically, he knows you're a skilled and strong Shinobi, so why does he always feel the urge to step in for you when he knows you don't need him to?

All of your friends can see how close you and Shino have become over the years. They all know you two aren't actually dating, but there are most definitely bets going on about when it will actually happen.

When the Konoha 12 get to go out together, you two find that you gravitate to each other. Even when you drift away in separate conversations, you end up next to each other again eventually.

Shino is always the one that makes sure you get back to your house and in the door safely. As soon as your door starts opening he tells you to have a good night and off he goes.

He really wants you to ask him to stay so you can just hangout together and talk more outside of the noisy bar, but he doesn't want to be rude and ask you to come in.

One time while you're away on an extended mission, Shino and the rest of the of the 12 still in the village, go out to their usual bar for drinks. After a few rounds, Kiba decides to do a little light hearted goading and ask Shino if you two have decided on a date for the wedding.

Shino is more confused by this question than any other question in his life. Why would you two be getting married? You're best friends and he's positive you don't see him that way since no one else in the village ever has.

Kiba apologizes and explains everyone has just assumed you were dating since you're always together and have never shown romantic interest in anyone else throughout the years.

The rest of the night continues on like normal, Shino staying sober and keeping an eye on the rest of the group as they continue drinking. It's not as rowdy tonight as it normally is though so Shino finds himself thinking about your friendship over the years.

He thought about how he always looked forward to your training sessions together, walking you home everytime he could, the way he could tell you were having a bad day by the look in your eyes and how you slightly slumped your shoulders, the way he knew that surprising you with some chai or pastries would bring a smile back to you face.

A face that he just now realized that he misses terribly when you or he are away on missions. A face that brightens his day when he sees you crest the hill leading to the training grounds.

It's like a lightbulb goes off and Shino's eye grow wide behind his glasses with the understanding that not only are you his best friend, you are also the only person in his life that he ever really wants to see. That he has ever really cared for besides his clan. That he is in love with you and never knew it.

While Shino is completely oblivious to the conversations going on around him, Shikamaru leans over to Kiba to ask "Did he really just now figure out he's in love with them?"

Kiba with a smirk on his face responds "He sure did. I bet you 20 he'll be waiting by the gate when they return from their mission."

With that Shikamaru reaches his hand out to Kiba to shake on it.

A few days later as you're starting to see the gate of Konoha, you notice a tall figure leaning against the wall. As you get closer you notice it's Shino and your breath hitches since this is the first time he's been waiting for you at the gate.

As you reach him you frantically start asking what's wrong and if everything is ok since it's not normal for him to be waiting for you. Shino let's you get everything out before telling you nothing is wrong and that he simply missed you and wanted to see you.

Your blush is immediate and you stammer a little as you think of what to say. You've always harbored a crush on your best friend but never thought anything would come of it. Shino never showed any sort or interest or attraction outside of friendship.

However

As you start walking together you think about how he doesn't spend as much time with anyone, outside of his team of course, as he does with you. You abruptly stop walking and as Shino stops and turns to you, you ask him why.

"Why what?" He responds with a look of confusion on what little you can see of his face.

"Why after so many years of us being friends do you decide to wait for me after this mission? It wasn't particularly dangerous. There was no need to worry yourself over me." The question you really want to ask doesn't come out though.

Shino is quiet and contemplative for a moment before he says "Because I have come to the realization that I want to be the first person you see everytime you return from missions." He paused to grab your hands and his voice is a little softer when he continues. "Because after years of you being my best friend, I have come to the conclusion that I'm in love with you."

You stare wide eyed at Shino, extremely surprised, but elated at his confession. You squeeze his hand as you say "Shino, I have been waiting for you to say that to me since you let me talk your ear off as a child."

With that shino surprises you even more as he lifts you from the ground in the tightest hug you've ever experienced. As he puts you down, he grabs your hand to walk with you to give the mission report. "Let's go get dinner after your done giving your report." Shino says as you start the walk to Hokage Tower.

Neither of you noticed Kiba and Shikamaru in the shadow of a near by building watching you walk away. "What a drag" mumbles Shikamaru as he pulls a 20 out of his wallet to give to Kiba.

[the-birdgeoisie]

Theseus' Healing Factor

A Spiderman/Deadpool/Toad/Nightcrawler Marvel Fic cross-posted from AO3 with permission (I'm the author)

Unfinished- indefinite hiatus

TW for all of fic: Awkward non-enthusiastic sex scene, depression, dark themes, general 🔞 dialogue

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Unnamed- Partial Chapter+ Hiatus

Todd hit’s the wall with a yelp, feeling his bones crash into the brick with a nauseating crack. He clenches his teeth in pain- unintentionally helpful when the bastard punches him in the mouth.

The momentum knocks him down on his side, face meeting the ground with enough force to bounce back for a moment before smashing into pavement.

He is unable to get up in time to stop the guy from stomping down on his back, rough pavement scraping and rocks snagging, tearing sensitive skin- making it alight in a burning pain.

The weight on his back is crushing, unrelenting, as the man digs his boot into the curve of Todd’s hunched spine. He gasps, trying to find the breath that was knocked out of him, but his chest won’t expand fully- pressed between pavement and boot. Instead it comes out a choked wheeze, which earns him a cruel laugh from the men hovering over him.

“Do that again, man- maybe it’ll fix him!” One of them jeers.

The man pinning him lifts his boot to stomp down again- and since Todd is fairly certain repeatedly stomping his hunch down would in no way solve the issue; he takes the opportunity to lash out his tongue, wrapping it around the guy’s leg and whipping it out away from him, causing him to topple over himself and fall to the ground, other leg giving out under him.

The other men are only stunned for a moment- quickly shaking it off and advancing towards him. Todd whips his tongue back, the wide swing stopping his aggressors from moving forward for a moment- a long enough pause for him to spit acidic bile at them, laced with the blood pooling in his mouth.

They jump back with a shout; acid hissing on the ground in front of them and burning holes in their clothes where it splashed.

Todd makes the mistake of trying to get up- a hot stabbing pain in his back and ribs causes spots in his vision, and he stumbles for a moment trying to regain his thoughts.

But as he blinks the spots away, he’s greeted with angry and sneering faces- and it was clear he would have had a better chance fending them off on the ground.

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He walked the street of decayed buildings, careful in his movements- mindful of the terrain of sinkholes and the atmosphere of unease.

Although this had been Todd’s home for quite some time now, there was no shaking the suspicious watchful eyes that followed his every move coming in and out of The Hole- and really, he didn’t blame them. The last thing anyone ‘round here needed was more trouble- and Todd seemed to attract trouble like flies;

He flicks his tongue out, catching a few of the flies circling him with a snap- they were far less of a bother (who was he to refuse a free meal?)

Todd walks with his backpack held tightly in his arms, not risking the chance of someone nabbing his only worldly possessions. And wasn’t that a sad thought? That everything he owned could fit neatly folded in a single backpack- plenty of room to spare. Not to mention that over half of it came from the Merc.

Why can’t you just stop! He scolds his thoughts for drifting back to the man.. After what happened with Lance- well. It was just for the best, he thinks, to not think of the guy unless he was actually around, being an issue. He’s only ever been nice to you- Todd’s brain not so helpfully reminds him, followed up with shut up shut up shut up everyone is terrible and evil and he’s not any better-

Todd stops, suddenly, something catching his eye; he carefully retracts his steps, new footsteps fitting neatly into old ones, walking backwards until his eyeline meets the object of interest again- a missing poster.

It’s stapled aggressively to the leaning splintered wood pole, about twenty more staples than were necessary overlapping and chewing up the paper. But it was new, he noticed- new enough to where he was sure it hadn’t been here when he left to scavenge. On it was a strange- but somewhat familiar figure; crouching down and in full costume- a spiderman costume. Except this one was a dark color, completely bathed in shadow- and the figure looked almost demonic, with pointed tail and ears…familiar three digit fingers, and yellow glowing eyes-

It was Kurt.

But it wasn’t- the image didn’t look to be a photograph, but instead some kind of comic page scanned onto the paper- he could even see the corners of other panels peeking on the ends. And strangest of all was the writing on the paper, clearly hand written in sharpie- ‘Missing- Have you seen my dog?’ followed by a phone number, and a series of crude drawings-

“What. The. Fuck.” Todd murmurs to himself, completely bewildered. Weird ass missing dog poster of his childhood cru-friend was not on his bingo card.

He blinks, slowly, but his vision doesn’t clear; the poster is unchanged.

So- he calls the number.

“You’ve reached the disembodied head of Wade Wilson, how may we direct you to your forever home in the sky?” Deadpool's voice comes through the line, doing some kind of phone operator tone. “Press one for: death by flamethrower. Press two for: death by landing-awkwardly-on-sharp-objects. Press three for-”

“Deadpool??”

There’s a pause on the other end, then sounds of movement- chaotic rustling and soft thunks as if someone was upending the room looking for something; when Deadpool (Wade? If that was actually his name?) returns, his voice is slightly muffled- the way it typically is when he wears his mask. “Deadpool speaking~”

“What the fuck did you put on my street??”

“If this is the grenade guy, you should know I wasn’t the one who put that crater there-”

“It’s Todd.” He bites, alarm turning into impatience.

“...do we know a Todd?” It didn’t sound like Wade was talking to him anymore- but there came no response from anyone else on the other line.

Todd realizes at that moment that he might have never told the man his name- but before he can clarify, Wade makes a sound of understanding. “Oh! Froggy! Did you find my dog?”

“He’s not- how would I even??? Just- what the shit, man! Where did you even get this picture? Why is he dressed like Spiderman??” Todd tears down the flier, leaving bits of paper stuck in the too-many staples. “How many of these did you put up?”

“Just one- for manifestation! I went to see you but you weren’t home- thought maybe if I mentioned Uncanny Spiderman, the author would have to put him in the story! And then you get your man back, and I get double spidey- so I scanned one of my comic books.”

“...There are comic books where Kurt is Spiderman?” He looks to the torn flier in his hands. It was a slightly uncomfortable thought- that there was some kind of fandom around Kurt, someone that seemed like a ghost to him. He sees the appeal though; Kurt really would make a good hero- someone people could trust. In a better world, Todd's sure he would have been.

In a better world, Kurt wouldn’t have been tormented and forced into hiding.

In a better world- maybe they would still be together.

Maybe, Todd could have been a hero too.

He scoffs at the thought- ain’t no world good enough for that to be an option.

Todd blinks a few times, brain circling back and making connections “Wait- did you know who Kurt was before I talked about him??”

“Whos a what now?”

“You said you scanned one of your comics- like. Something you just had already?”

“I don’t know anything until I know something- but it goes away.”

“But-”

“It’s the only way for the writers to make me break the fourth wall without being omni ponent- potent. Ominimimpus.”

“Omnipotent.” Todd says faintly, feeling lost.

“I’d have you read the comics, but I think that might break a few more walls than just the fourth one.”

Todd swallows, feeling like the world was slowly draining of color. “Right.” When he spoke, it sounded far away, a faint echo.

He knew the guy was a bit…unstable. But he probably should have been more concerned with the depths of it when they first met- it felt a bit too late to back out, now. “I’m. Hanging up now.”

He vaguely wondered how far he’d have to go before the guy gave up looking for him- hypothetically, of course.

He wouldn’t actually run.

Maybe.

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From 1-833-377-4323:

*attached file: a selfie of Deadpool with his arm around a very terrified dock worker*

Got a lead ✌️

Todd: 👍

From 1-833-377-4323: 😘😘💕

Todd: ….

Todd: 👍

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Kurt walks with his arms held tight around himself, feet dragging and tail lowly swaying back and forth in an unconscious attempt of self-soothing.

Today had just been one big mess- disaster after disaster wreaking havoc on an already gloomy day.

Kurt had been sleep deprived, tossed around, shot at, chastised, and made to feel like anything that was even slightly wrong was ultimately his fault.

He was beyond tired, sore and damaged enough to where walking around town was surely a mistake (especially when he didn’t have the energy to conceal his less than human parts) but he wanted to disappear- to claw off his own skin- he just had to get away for a while. Had to be by himself without a house full of prying eyes and questions and surveillance- needed a moment of peace before he truly lost his sense of self in the chaos.

Teleporting was out of the question, as the Professor would surely track where he had gone, and Kurt was far too worn down to trust himself not to splat into a wall regardless- but it wasn’t like he was running away!

He just…needed a minute.

Some peaceful alone time.

Everyone deserves a moment of calm now and then, don’t they?

He wasn’t doing anything wrong…he just didn’t want anyone to know where he had gone or ever find out he left for normal reasons.

Privacy and peace and normal things that a person shouldn’t get in trouble for.

And he wouldn’t

As long as no one found out…

………..

In the mellow blanket of darkness, everything felt as if a dream. Hazy, with street lights instead of stars.

Quiet, but not unsetting.

Kurt breathed in the night air in a surreal kind of calm; It felt freeing, walking down the street as himself… no hiding in shadowy corners, praying no one looked too close into the darkness-

lest they see their gaze returned with glowing eyes.

It really was peaceful out here, with no one around to harass him.

Crrrrrroak

Kurt stops at the sudden intrusion of sound, out of place in the sea of quiet city atmosphere. His tail flicks in curiosity, pointed ears alert.

He surveys the area, instinctually looking for threats and places to hide- before his eyes land on the perpetrator.

A frog, only a few feet away.

Kurt releases the breath he didn’t know he was holding, sigh laugh-lined in amusement. He forces his body to relax at the sight, but something still scrapped uncomfortably in the back of his head.

Maybe it was just from too many training sessions, too many fake outs- too many missions gone wrong. But something still felt very….off.

The frog seemed to be looking right at him, staring intensely. Can frogs stare intensely?? Maybe he was imagining it-

Crrrrrrrkk

“Ich spreche nicht in Quaken.” Kurt glares, unimpressed. “Are you trying to trap me, little Frosch?” His tail sways, agitated, as he steps closer.

Maybe this was a bit insane, getting annoyed by a frogs ‘intimidation’ (that he clearly made up in his own mind) but he has had a very bad day and anxiety was at a high; so he walks towards the frog-

Only for it to hop a foot away before stopping to stare at him once more.

Was that odd frog behavior? He remembered chasing frogs at the circus as a boy, them hoping just out of reach- surely that’s just what they did. It was only because Kurt was bothering the frog that it was acting ‘strange’.

The frogs were not trying to trap him.

Only crazy (sleep deprived) people think that way.

He takes a step back towards the sidewalk he was just on-

The frog jumps closer.

He takes a step towards the frog-

It jumps back.

No matter how he moves, the frog keeps a few feet between them- never ceasing its incessant staring.

“I give up!” Hurt exclaims, throwing his arms up in surrendering frustration. “I am tired, and sore, and I do not want to play your froggy games- but if you insist, I shall follow you to my doom.”

Crrraok

“Yes, schön für dich, I am sure you are very proud of yourself.”

The frog jumps forward then pauses, seemingly waiting for Kurt. Once Kurt has come closer, the frog hops off, confident that he will follow.

And he does.

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From 1-833-377-4323: *attached file: a photo of graffiti on a shipping container; an anthropomorphic frog in baggy clothes flipping off an anthropomorphic pig in police garb*

From 1-833-377-4323: Reminds me of u 👀🔥💯💯👉👌🖕🌈🌈🐸

Todd: ….

Todd: Check the tag dawg

From 1-833-377-4323: 😱😱

From 1-833-377-4323: *attached file: selfie of Deadpool next to the graffiti tag under the previously featured artwork; ‘Toadd’ spelled out in blocky letters*

From 1-833-377-4323: Im framing this 😻🐸🥵

Todd: ….

Todd: 👍

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The frog leads Kurt through narrow streets and sudden avenues, down empty roads and dark alleyways; and he wonders, more than a few times, whether this is an apt way to spend his time- and maybe it seemed a strange thing to do at all.

Though for Kurt, the true strange moments happened in the quiet moments of what to others was daily life, the easy mornings, the times where everything seemed just a bit too pleasant.

He had learned very quickly to never trust those moments-

Appreciate them while you can,

But never get attached.

And so peculiar creatures leading him off into the night, where he is most likely going to be in some kind of peril? That wasn’t strange; ‘that was Tuesday’ (as they say in the States).

Afterall, he had a soft spot for amphibians…

……

Kurt follows the frog into another alleyway- this time a dead end, with seemingly nothing around but trash cans and a dumpster lining its brick building walls.

As he gets further into the dark of the alley, his eyes adjust automatically. His night vision isn’t perfect, but the once pitch black darkness turns into smoky dusk- and only after can he finally take in his surroundings;

Suddenly he is acutely aware of being fully surrounded- an army of frogs filled the alley, parted down the sides as if leaving a pathway for him. They watch him on the sidelines as he slowly moves to the back of the alley, where a dumpster sits covered in more amphibians, all croaking in a way that almost sounded distressed.

“If this is a cult, you should know I am otherwise involved…” Kurt voices nervously. “Was mache ich hier?”

The croaking ceases in a somewhat eerie level of coordination, and Kurt waits in the silence for something to happen.

The silence grew.

And only then did his mind catch up to the unease.

He was debating porting away when he heard it; a small, pained groan. It sounded hollow, ghostly, until he realized that it was coming from the dumpster the frogs sat upon-

Kurt slowly made his way over, careful not to disturb any of the amphibians who were now beginning to leave, as if whatever job they had here was finished. They brought the unsuspecting victim to the froggy altar, and now it was time to resume their lives as normal.

The dumpster groaned again, an increasingly pitiful sound as he got closer- Kurt cautiously lifts the lid, mind buzzing with worry.

Had he been less drained, maybe he wouldn’t be doing this. Maybe he would have gotten help, or ignored the frog entirely, or simply gone home. Maybe he would have better thought out his actions, possibly considered the amount of trouble he was already in, and realize he did not want to add to that.

But he was drained,

And exhausted,

And simply done with everything;

And the trash sounded hurt.

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Authors Note: Thank you to everyone who took the time to read this story, Kudos, and comment. It really does mean the world to me that people were interested in what I was doing💕

I hope you stick around for future projects ^-^

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Additional Note: Annnnnd that's all folks! That's where I left this one off on AO3; if you have any interest in this story and would like me to continue, please do let me know! If not that's cool too, I'm working on other projects :]

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My Little Princess - A Duskwood Fanfiction

Hello there! This is my first ever fanfic. I actually wrote it around 2022, but have never had enough courage to post it. But I'll give it a try. Hope you guys like it. Please forgive any English mistakes, it's not my native language.

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Prologue: Three years after getting married, Jake and MC have a daughter. While spending some time alone with his baby, Jake reflects on the change in direction that his life took.

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I look at the little sleeping bundle, you, in my arms. The fruit of my love with MC. If someone had told me a few years ago what my life would be like in the future, I would say that this someone was delusional. I was alone and lost. An internationally wanted hacker, with no ties of blood or friendship in to support.

But then my half-sister was kidnapped, and then I met your mother. She was the one who saved me, who trusted me, even without knowing me. She showed me the love that I had long forgotten. Because of her, I had the strength to overcome obstacles that prevented us from being together. She made me feel alive again. I owe everything to her.

And now, daughter, you are here. Your mother and I waited several months to see your beautiful face. We spent a few sleepless nights, wondering together if you would have my eyes or hers (I won!), we made a long list of names for you. It took some time, but we found the right name: Emma.

You wake up suddenly with a grunt, move your fat little arms and open your eyes for me.

– Shhh...it's okay – I whisper while rocking you gently –, mommy went to sleep, but daddy is here with you. I'm looking out for you. I kiss your head, your smell is intoxicating. But you seem uncomfortable and nervous.

– Did you have a nightmare? I know how it is, I also have nightmares too, but about my past. I'm afraid I'm dreaming and realizing that nothing have changed when I wake up. One day I will tell you my story.

You blink and look at me intently, seeming interested in listening to me.

– I'll tell you a part. I was raised by my mother, but it was just the two of us. There was a missing piece, which my father should have filled in, but he didn't. And the pain that the lack of his presence caused me will never be extinguished.

– But I promise that I will be for you everything he wasn’t for me. You can count with me for anything. I want you not to forget that you are my precious one. I'm gonna take care of you and mommy forever, okay?

You yawn, but keep looking at me.

– I’ll take you fishing, eat ice cream with you and take pictures of you with your face smeared. I will be the best father in the world for you.

I keep rocking you as you yawn again, getting ready for a new sleep session. I feel a lump in my throat, a huge wave of joy spreads for my being. I quickly wipe my eyes and continually:

– It doesn’t matter how old you are. You will always, always be my little princess.

[ssnickerdoodle]

Sickly Sweet

A self indulgent fanfiction of the Drawtectives baking

(Never thought I would post anything like this but fuck it we ball)

In hindsight, Grendan really thought it would be a good idea. The Drawtectives never had much skill in the cooking department, and it was fine at first. But there’s only so many burnt meals and precooked noodles one can eat before they need to make a change.

So when Grendan suggested that they should try and upgrade their cooking skills by baking some cookies, York and Rosé eagerly agreed.

And it’s all gone downhill from there. Flour and baking powder cover every kitchen surface, batter is all over the counter, and Rosé has been giggling so much that her ribs have started to hurt.

The first batch of cookies ended up almost setting the aparment on fire, so there’s a faint smell of burnt sugar and vanilla circulating through their apartment. Although, it’s weirdly pleasant.

The attempt to bake cookies has devolved into half cooking, half food fight. One minute the junior detectives are focusing on the task; and the next, another egg is getting thrown at the wall.

A handful of chocolate chips whirl past Jancy’s head, “watch where you’re throwing those things,” she says with arms crossed and a raised brow. They had called Jancy and invited her over after their failed first attempt, and she’s been helping from a distance.

“Hah!” Rosé says with a goofy grin, “sorry boss!” Jancy turns her head to hide the smile that fights its way onto her face. 

Grendan holds up the bowl of cookie dough triumphantly,

“we did it! Again...” they sigh, exhausted, “Let’s just hope they don’t burn this time...” 

“Yeah, let’s hope,” Jancy says. She looks around at the apartment, the lights are off but the LED’s along the wall are a multitude of bright colors. The rest of the living room looks nice, and clean, but the kitchen looks like a whole other universe. There is music playing but it’s faint in comparison to the Drawtectives laughs and conversations. “You can’t afford to let this kitchen get any dirtier” she teases. The other three nod and murmur their agreements.

York and Rosé get to work putting the dough in the pan, after they’re done they see that they’ve somehow made enough to have two full pans.

Grendan puts the finished pan of cookies into the oven.

“How long are these next ones gonna take?” York asks before munching on one of the crunchy, burnt cookies.

“Hopefully not too long,” Rosé says as she hugs him from behind and wraps her arms around his neck. “I’m starving!” York chortles, which quickly escalates into a hearty chuckle.

Rosé can feel her heart swell. Despite any complaints she may have had, today’s been... fun, she thinks. Unfamiliar, but fun. She hasn’t lived with Grendan and York for long, in fact she hasn’t even known them for that long, but she feels like they’ve been in her life for forever.

Her train of thought crashes when York presses her nose with a frosting covered finger, and dashes away to avoid retaliation.

Rosé chuckles darkly as she grabs a fistful of flour. She bounds towards York, who backs into a corner.

York whirls around and grabs an egg that was for some reason left on the counter. He manages to whirl around and smash it into Rosés face before she can cover his face in flour.

She reels back with a yelp, still smiling. But then she feels a sharp pain in the bridge of her nose. She covers her nose with one hand and holds up the other before York can throw yet another egg. “Stop, stop!”

York takes a step back, startled,

“I’m- I’m so—“ suddenly he gets a face full of flour as Rosé goes back to laughing. York and Grendan let out a relieved breath.

Jancy heaves a big sigh,

“Rosé! I thought you were really hurt and— are you actually bleeding!?” Rosé nods as she wipes her nose and giggles. Jancy quickly grabs her messy hands, “alright, let’s go”

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Rosé hops onto the bathroom counter and kicks her feet as Jancy rummages through the cupboards and drawers. “Your stock of toiletries is abysmal,” she complains.

“Yeah,” Rosé sniffles, “stuff is expensive... sometimes I don’t even know how we’re paying rent.”

Jancy huffs, “I can’t believe this. Honestly, what were you children thinking?” Rosé doesn’t respond, just wipes her blood on her sleeve. Jancy continues ranting and Rosé just lets her, it seems like she needs it.

“And you’ve all made a huge mess which I’m not helping you clean by the way—”

Rosé can’t help but smile while Jancy’s not looking; And a feeling of fondness rears its head.

Jancy may be upset at Rosé, but she’s also nursing her wound. And she isn’t upset because she’s angry, she’s upset because she cares.

Rosé hasn’t had anyone like that in a while; When she was a thief, she didn’t have caring people like Jancy — didn’t have a protector like York, or a shoulder to cry on like Grendan.

And the result was hurt. So much hurt. Pain in her heart and scars on her skin from the numerous knife fights she’s been in. And Rosé decided ages ago that she wasn’t going to let anyone into her heart again. She was going to keep it under lock and key.

Somehow, four people managed to slip through the cracks. And they might be here to stay this time.

Rosé snaps out of it when she feels a damp towel under her nose, “does it still hurt?” She shakes her head,

“not as much as it used to.” 

Jancy nods,

“That’s good. I’m glad it’s not broken.” Rosé can’t help but chuckle at the thought of an egg breaking her nose. Although considering how strong York is, it wouldn’t be all that surprising if it did happen.

“Alright,” Jancy says as she takes a step back, “your nose stopped bleeding, so you’re free to go.” Rosé hops off the counter and pulls Jancy into a hug. It’s a bit like hugging a mannequin at first, Jancy just tenses up and doesn’t say anything. But then she hugs back, and sighs for what seems like the hundredth time that day. When Rosé pulls away, she lets out a laugh at Jancy’s uncharacteristically wide eyes. Jancy blushes and clears her throat, “don’t laugh.” She orders, “I just wasn’t expecting that.” Rosé continues laughing as she leaves the room.

When she walks into the living room, York and Grendan run up to her. Grendan grabs Rosés hand,

“are you ok!?” She exclaims, “we were worried, York was nervously fidgeting this whole time!” York looks away, embarrassed,

“Grandma, you weren’t supposed to tell her that…”

Rosé slowly kneels down and gets eye level with her. York, confused, also kneels down.

Rosé pauses for a moment, silent, and then she tackles the two of them in a tight hug. The force of her tackle sends them backwards, and all three of them hit the ground. The surprise of it all causes York and Grendan to burst out laughing, which quickly makes Rosé let out a few giggles of her own. The three of them spend the next few minutes on the ground, laughing and joking, until Rosé says,

      “Guys, you know what I just realized…” Grendan and York look at her expectantly, waiting for her to continue,

       “We should probably start cleaning.”

[phoebepheebsphibs]

WELL I POSTED THE FIRST STORY ON AO3

[cardassianexpats]

Aaaaand it's done! The final chapter of my first ever fanfiction, Off-Balance -- a post-canon DS9 Garashir story (T) with medical and spy shenanigans, character growth and reflections on the struggle to find one's place in the world/universe -- is posted.

It's a slightly weird feeling to now have this story out in the world in its entirety, but I'm also very excited and really proud of myself that I did finish this 37k word "monster" of part 1 and I'm very much looking forward to completing and posting part 2 soon.

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