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[samglyph]

Ghost Hunter Au Part 1/2

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This is my entry for the Malevolent “write in your style event”, @malevolent-monthly!

I wasn’t initially planning on participating since this is a writing event and not an illustration one, but the prompt immediately inspired me so I got the go ahead to make a little comic! Part two out soon.

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[messerscest]

muzzles, cum licking, masterbation

Imagining the marauders gifting Sirius a muzzle as a gag gift, sure, it's a joke, but with James' financial state, he's able to put a good chunk towards the job being well done.

It gets a laugh, but then it gets put away at the bottom of the trunk to be forgotten about.

Until they get drunk almost a year later.

Sirius finds it while looking for a skirt or something, the black leather and metal bars making his drunken cogs turn. He slips it on, tying half of his hair up so it's out of his face, letting the leather press against the shape of him with nothing in its way.

It's tight. It doesn't fit the way he expected it to but something about barely being able to even stick his tongue out while dressed to the nines and tipsy? it's making him feel some sort of way

He wanders out to find his friends, and the 3 of them just stare. James has his jaw hanging open. Remus is red in the face and Peter wont meet his eyes, theyre fixed on the leather pulling at his temples.

He tries to laugh, surely they dont think he's serious about this. The laugh comes out half attempted, awkward and flat.

If you asked him, he wouldnt be able to tell you how that turned into what happened next but all sirius remembers is James gently guiding him to the middle, peter steadying him onto his knees and remus calling him pretty.

The three standing boys had all spoken, somehow, silently with sirius right there and out of the loop, his knees already a little sore from the old castle concrete and yet the other three didn't seem to care, their hands fidgeting with waistbands and zips.

Trousers fall to Sirius' eye level and suddenly he's seeing more of his friends than he ever thought he would.

James is the closest to hard. His hand is already working spit across himself, it's making sirius squirm, the brown eyes never leaving his body makes him feel seen and vulnerable.

Remus is watching. His hand isn't moving yet, but he's holding himself, half up and content to see sirius like this. Remus eyes have never felt so intense, and sirius wonders subconsciously if he's sitting pretty enough.

Peter isnt touching himself at all, just watching, his cock is out, hanging there, but he wont touch himself yet. Sirius isnt sure why but he's sure he'll find out.

And find out he does, when peter's hand reaches to his hair instead, his half up hair becoming a handle for peter to manoeuvre him with, pulling sirius until the metal bars are cased in pubes, his cock getting harder as he squishes himself against the bars, sirius' mouth so close yet so far.

Peter is groaning quietly, sirius' hot breath in comparison to the cold bars clearly doing something for the smaller boy. Remus and James are still watching their hands moving rapidly. Sirius wonders if they'll kiss. That'd be hot.

It doesn't take long for peter to throw him back to the other two, the bars replaced by his own hand, and now he's back in the centre while he's the main focus of his three friends.

James is whining into his hand, his face red and eyes still on sirius, he shuffles closer, his tip pressed at the bars next to sirius cheek, the hot cum spilling across his cheekbone and nose. Dribbling down onto his lips like it was meant to be there.

That sight sets remus off, who pulls sirius instead of moving, cumming across the front of his face, chin, lips, and brows. Sirius can taste them both on his lips and hes so hard in his skirt he's squishing his thighs together like a girl

Peter takes a little longer, watching the sight. Sirius is even sure peter calls him pretty, he cums. Spilling across the side of sirius' mouth, the spurts going to his hair. Staining the black with white.

No one says a word. They guide him to the bathroom, leaving him to fix himself up. None of them offer to help him with his problem, but its not like he doesnt have enough to think about. The taste of them still hot on his tongue when he bites it to keep himself quiet.

[ttroubledwaters]

im sorry but I find it so funny how when it comes to james potter, (some) fanfic authors just go; "oh! happy childhood? wealthy? loving parents? Okay, heres a mental illness."

[noblehouseofgay]

Peter: I don't play world of warcraft

James: Pete, you said you were on your computer all the time

Peter: yeah

Peter: but I'm playing hello kitty island adventure

[slytheerin]

Small preview - Chapter 10 (out soon) of "We'll never be strangers again"

Regulus feels it sink deep and real, the venom spreading in every greedy part of him. He wants to see. He wants to taste what truth feels like. Because for all the glimpses James has caught of Regulus, whether by choice or accident, the man always offered something in return and the thrill of that realisation hums under Regulus' skin. How come… A touch lands on his knee, steadying the restless bounce beneath the table. James shifts his hand as he keeps Peter engaged, careful not to stir another disaster. The warmth of his touch settles on Regulus' thigh, it bleeds somewhere deeper and calls up the memory of the stitches with how tender it holds him. Fragile, would be a word. Alluring, another. I can't, but Regulus craves it.  Where has the time gone, when Regulus wished him ill? Where does the hunger in its place stops? And where does it start? What if there's more to see? “Wormy, no, I get it. It's just-” James pauses, sucking in a breath. Peter's vision is shielded by James, his mind by the curse. Evan is stretched out on the rug with his eyes closed, an arm still across his face to listen peacefully to the noise. No one saw Regulus hook his pinkie with James'. How come you trust me?  Without even shifting his arm, Evan huffs. “It's just… and then what? Cat got your tongue, cutiepie?” James doesn't even rise to the bait, a grin spreads on his lips as he turns his attention back to Peter. But when he answers to Regulus by gently lacing their fingers, offering a quiet because I do in a small squeeze, what beats inside the tight cage of Regulus' ribs might be the most treacherous creature of this curse. 

Because Regulus is not soft in this fic. He has so many feels to untangle and a long road ahead, the curse tests him all the time, but he finally caves... and it makes ME soft 🥹💚

[mushroom-enby]

GUESS WHO POSTED CH 6 AND 7 OF MY DORCAS-CENTRIC FIC

Yeah obviously. I don't let anyone touch it.

It's a big wide mess

Also tws for this chapters include: amnesia, chopped off hand, grief, and uhh, idk what else,, whatever

I am very sleep deprived so I barely checked it over (so there MIGHT be mistakes)

Anyways here it is

Enjoy! <3

[thorin]

i wrote a little something that i have no idea if i'll continue, but i just really wanted to write a bagginshield fic through kíli's point of view, i thought it'd be fun. so enjoy!

tw: a bit of angst, mention of blood, but nothing too graphic, or excessive.

Contrary to popular belief, Kíli was not stupid.

He knew there'd been something going on between his uncle and Mr. Baggins the second he saw him break a smile —which was already suspicious— at Bilbo at the Carrock before hugging him —even more suspicious— after he'd defended his uncle from what was certain death.

Now don't get him wrong, he was more grateful to Bilbo than he could ever say. He saved Thorin's, and Fíli's, and his life too many times to count. He'd stayed after the battle had died down, and helped the healers, elven and dwarven alike, tend to the wounded and bury the fallen. He'd spent his entire days helping Bombur cook food at the makeshift camp they'd set at the base of the mountain, and when he wasn't cooking, he was stealing peaches and apples from the elves' food carts just for him and Fíli when they were bedridden. And he'd sit beside Thorin and wait for him to wake up when his nephews couldn't be there for him.

Kíli really liked Bilbo. He'd grown on him, all of them, truly. He just couldn't believe someone so small could be so brave, and feisty!

Which is why he was extremely confused when he'd heard Bilbo would be going home after Thorin had woken up.

His first reaction was that he felt abandoned. How could a member of their company simply choose to leave after all they'd been through together? He almost shouted his disagreement, before Fíli took his arm, shaking his head, and looked right at Bilbo: tear tracks on his dirty face. Maybe he wasn't leaving by choice.

He looked to his uncle, sat up against the wooden bedpost. His jaw was set and his adam's apple bobbed, as if it were physically hurting him to not speak up. His eyes were transfixed by Bilbo's back, like if he tried hard enough, his eyes could tell Bilbo all he wouldn't say.

Understanding flashed through Kíli's mind in a second. But it was too late. He tried speaking up again, aware of this new piece of information that he'd uncovered, but Thorin wouldn't have it. And it was frustrating Kíli greatly, because he'd never heard his uncle, his brave, tenacious uncle, speak with such a small, hoarse voice before, and say that if Bilbo wishes to leave, then he is free to go, with his blessing.

None of it rang true. How did no one notice? Why wasn't anyone saying anything?

By the time he'd looked at Bilbo again, he was already out of the tent, backpack on his shoulders.

Kíli was not proud of how he acted. He'd shouted at Thorin, painfully aware of his uncle's feeble health, but unable to contain his grief: he'd killed hundreds and seen another hundred killed, he'd almost lost his brother and uncle, and almost left his mother all alone in this world, and now his friend was leaving him, leaving them all. He'd fought relentlessly for months, why couldn't his uncle fight just a little longer, a little more? Why wouldn't he fight for his family like he said he always would?

Oin kicked Kíli out of the tent the second he saw Thorin's bandages become red. He was horrified. He'd never dream of hurting Thorin, but everything felt wrong. He'd never once cried on this journey. Not when his uncle was knocked unconscious by that foul orc, nor when he'd lost the rune stone given to him by his mother. But now he couldn't hold it in. It all came pouring out as someone —his brother, surely— held him, kneeled down on the ground. He wept until the stars came out.

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Months had passed ever since Azsâlul'abad was reclaimed. The harsh Eastern winter had finally given way to spring's sunshine rays, and although the mountain's citizens couldn't say they lived an easy life, they had food and a roof over their heads, which was more than they'd had for years. More and more dwarves were coming home from all over Middle-Earth, as word of Smaug's death was starting to spread. Reconstruction was slow, but steady, and life had shaped itself into a vibrant routine under the Lonely Mountain.

Kíli and Fíli had been crowned princes, and Thorin had been crowned king. His mother had finally come to join them on a caravan she lead from Shahrulbizad, and each member of the company was appointed to some sort of important position in the king's court. It was difficult for Kíli and his brother to get used to their new lives as royalty and the responsibilities that came along with it, and Kíli was grateful for any moment of respite he could have away from the eccentric Iron Hills nobles and Balin's royal classes. His days all looked the same, and yet he found he just couldn't get used to this new life.

Thorin, Kíli had noticed, clearly felt the same, though there was no running away for him. For any person that didn't know his uncle, they'd think he looked perfectly normal, if only a little stern. But Kíli knew that look. It was the same one he'd wear on his face when he attended feasts, sat at his throne, silent, while everybody around him drank and laughed. Or when he attended meetings with the court. Or when he watched Bilbo leave, a winter ago.

Kíli was not stupid. He saw how much his uncle suffered, and how much every single member of the company missed their friend. He missed Bilbo, too.

Which is why he sent a letter adressed to Bilbo Baggins of Bag End in the Shire, pretending to be Thorin II, King Under the Mountain, begging him to come back.

Surely that would solve everybody's problem. Right?

[paintbrushnebula]

YFNSM's writing is sooo goated I genuinely can't remember the last time Peter Parker was funny

[th3sungod]

self promoing my parkner fic

i just posed the first chapter of my parkner fic, "Your Sweet Face Turning Cold", a Vampire au taking place right after the battle with Thanos. !!

SUMMARY:

When Harley gets turned, Tony offers to help by bringing him to New York. Everyone’s on edge at the almost-threat Thanos produced, and the new villain in town isn’t making life any easier. Tony’s plate is overfull, he wants to help Harley with his problem but is pulled away for Avengers meetings more often than not.

Unfortunately, Harley ends up finding himself in the middle of everything, and Spider-man inadvertently being his knight and shining armour, who is always right at the centre with him. It doesn't make things easier that Harley is pretty sure Spidey is flirting with him, of all things.

Or. The vamp-au with more twilight references and extra slow burn parkner since they’re idiots in love <3

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Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Blood and Injury, Recovery, Disassociation, instincts, Miscommunication, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Harley Keener Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Acting as Harley Keener's Parental Figure, Good Parents Pepper Potts and Tony Stark, Secret Identity, Gun Violence, Explosions, Crack and Angst, So Many Twilight References, Unreliable Narrator, Red Herrings, Canon Divergence - Movie: Avengers: Infinity War (2018), thanos got kworded and this is the aftermath, POV Alternating, POV Third Person, tony and harley's pov's

link!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64481827

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64481827

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please feel free to check it out! i have the first few chapters written already ( about 62k in but i'm not finished ) and genuinely i love how it's turned out so far !! :))

[canthandlethishit]

i love how there’s this subtle jab at technological advancement between universes in mcu x dc fics

[messerscest]

Hear me out: Peter getting passed around by the other marauders after their graduation party.

under the influence, cumming on people, blowjobs, 4some

poly marauders, my beloved

i feel like theres many ways this can go and theyre all definitely some form of not sober.

Remus and Peter start by making out. which they always do drunk, theyre sloppy and its more tongue that lips but its hot to watch.

Sirius stares and decides if theyre all just kissing people he should kiss james.

Which starts this weird pass around each other, but peter is the best kisser when drunk because remus gets sloppy, Sirius can't aim, and james uses too much lip which makes the kiss too loud so it becomes a focused session on Peter.

Peter has his mouth occupied by James, his neck is being taken advantage of by remus, and sirius is kissing at his stomach.

T-shirts go missing, sirius was already mostly naked - drunken habits, and now they're all touching him. Hands are everywhere, and he's getting overwhelmed. Drunk mind foggy and distantly gaining awareness of the blood rushing to his cock.

Peter getting his hands put to use, touching his friends who are also hard, his friends using his mouth, his hands, their own hands until peter is close and covered in cum

if he wakes up sticky he chooses to shower instead of asking questions

[sarah-sandwich-writes]

Have I mentioned I HATE the way I outline??

Why do I always have to figure out the plan? Why can't past Sarah figure out the plan for once???

[allovertheplaceficrecs]

Paradise (spread out with a butter knife) by Sarah_Sandwich

He sighs from where he’s prone, arms akimbo, and roof gravel digging into his spine. “I lost my job. My… other job. The one that actually pays the bills.” He doesn’t want to dwell on why he’s telling Deadpool of all people. Surely it has nothing to do with his desperate lack of friends. MJ is in California chasing her dreams, Harry’s undergoing treatment for his mental health and isn’t allowed visitors (not that it matters since they blacklisted Peter after last time), and Gwen… Well. And it’s not like he can talk to Aunt May without her worrying about him starving to death under a bridge or something so… Deadpool it is. Man, when did his life get this pathetic? OR: The one where Peter and Wade are literal soulmates but don't realize it for literal years because they're literal idiots.

Words: 72,376

I haven't read spideypool in a HOT minute. I loved everything about this. The slowburn, the banter AND the way my fav boys were written. Adore. Definitely give it a read!!!

[mania-sama]

january fic recs!

organization:

➼ fandom

✎ [Fic Name] by [Author] ❧ rating, word count (in progress tagged if work is not completed) ❧ relationship tags ❧ my description/notes ❧ Quotation

featured fandoms: voltron: legendary defender | jujutsu kaisen | haikyuu | harry potter | avatar: the last airbender | undertale | marvel cinematic universe

more of my fic recommendations: february | march | april | may

➼ voltron: legendary defender

✎ A Raven on the Path Home by artimess_chimes ❧ not rated, 31k ❧ keith/lance ❧ lance following the aftermath of the intergalactic war. the author does an amazing job of portraying depression from the depressed person's perspective. while lance does have a level of self-awareness that many people with mental illness do, the depression and ptsd override most of his common sense and relationality anyway. misery breeds misery; he does a very good job of behaving poorly and increasing his loneliness. and then he slowly owns up to his mistakes and rebuilds his support system that he had destroyed, but not without help. it's a really good personal growth journey with klance as a lovely addition to lance's behemoth of emotions ❧ Lynn looked at him unimpressed. “An insistence on independence is just using your own pride to deny yourself love.” 

✎ Asterism by idas_library ❧ mature, 92.0k (in progress) ❧ team voltron, keith/lance, allura/lotor, adam/shiro ❧ i REFUSE to believe that this is the author's first fanfiction, because this is ASTOUNDINGLY well done and indicative of years of writing. they must be an author outside of fanfiction. they must. anyway, the story follows the end of s1 when the wormhole gets screwed up, and instead of being in his lion and getting thrown into an ocean planet with hunk, lance is outside of his lion and gets tossed somewhere random. after almost dying in his suit in the middle of nowhere-space, he gets picked up by a galra outer ring outpost. cue a long, spiraling adventure to escape, and then the adventure beyond. not a single scene or OC is wasted (i would commit genocide for you, 697). of course, my whump-loving heart was cheering at the torture and whatnot, but none of it for nothing. everything has a purpose. the truly amazing part of this fic though is the very natural progression and growth of lance's character (much better than whatever the show had going on). he consistently uses his unique strengths to separate himself from the rest, and even though he is growing into a leadership role, he is just that: growing. there are chinks in his armor and a lot of path yet to travel, but the author is handling it phenomenally. it's impossible to tell where the story will go as of yet, but i have my theories. i am thoroughly impressed by the author's skill and the quality of this fic. ❧ That was the last good day, in Lance’s opinion. It was the last time his lungs ached from laughter, and the last time the tears in his eyes didn’t sting and the chill in the air didn’t quite reach his bones. It was the last good day for a long time.

➼ jujutsu kaisen

✎ adolescent dreams & adult screams by twinprimes ❧ teen and up, 15.2k ❧ fushiguro megumi & gojo satoru, getou suguru/gojo satoru ❧ grief and trauma take many forms, and when you're trying to raise a kid you have no blood relation to that is ALSO the child of the man you killed (and give you a boat-load of trauma), it's kind of hard to deal with them. it also shows how it was never really about protecting megumi from harmful information; it's how gojo struggles to reconcile with what happened to him, what he did, and how to talk about it. it's hard to answer questions when you don't know how to give an answer without hurting yourself in the process. absolutely amazing. ❧ “I know he was a bad person,” Megumi continues. He doesn’t sound particularly upset. “And I know he did bad things that I don’t know about, too. So you don’t have to lie about it to me because you don’t want to ruin my opinion of him, or something stupid like that.”

✎ chronicles of a man trying his best by angryjane ❧ general audiences, 35.2k (in progress) ❧ fushiguro megumi & fushiguro tsumiki & gojo satoru & nanami kento, gojo satoru/nanami kento ❧ on the opposite of end of the spectrum, we have a menace-to-society!megumi being raised by reformed-menace-to-society!gojo. this is a series of 5 fics that i don't think is ever going to get updated again, but doesn't feel incomplete in any capacity. each is relatively a stand alone and is more a basic slice of life than it is anything else. it's very funny, especially if you don't take it seriously (which you shouldn't; allow the series to guide you in your emotions). hints of past satosugu, but mostly nanago. tsumiki is a menace in her own right, and nanami is only slightly better at hiding his down badness than gojo is. again, very much a crack series but is also powerful in the little moments where the cracks seal and a bit of angst and genuineness appears. my favorite fic of the series is definitely the room is filled with people who love you. ❧ Grumbling, Megumi relents, sacrificing his dessert to Nanami’s waiting hand before scrambling off the floor and scurrying towards the kitchen table. Hesitantly, Nanami trails after him, setting the tub, followed by the bouquet of roses, down on the table and picking up a paperback he finds there, wincing at the title. Taking up residence beneath the screaming smoke detector, he begins to fan Training Pets to Kill- A Beginner’s Ultimate Guide: Tips, Tricks, Legalities and more! above his head like an offering. 

➼ haikyuu

✎ and back to you again, step by step by step by eurydicees ❧ teen and up, 8.1k ❧ daishou suguru/kuroo tetsurou ❧ this is honestly a really interesting fic due to its perspective. no relationship is perfect, nor always 100% healthy. however, for the way the fic is written, we truly only get one side/interpretation of how the relationship works until little bits and pieces are revealed through dialogue provided to kuroo from daishou. more than it is a fic on relationships, it is a wonderful piece on manipulating perspective; the author has kuroo written sort of as a victim until daishou explains that he also felt hurt and victimized in the relationship. it shows just how important communication is, and how no one but the two people involved can provide the most reliable communication. it's really interesting and very well done, especially from a technique view. ❧ “He apologized,” Kuroo says. “You know how rare that is? I think he’s apologized for something, like, twice ever in his life, and one of those times was this. The other was because he broke my nose with a volleyball when we were seven.”

✎ Yaobikuni by PlumTea ❧ mature, 7.1k ❧ iwaizumi hajime/oikawa tooru ❧ on the topic of unhealthy relationships... very hesitantly am i recommending this not because i do not believe that the fic is good, but because i think this exposes more about me than i care to admit. yet here i am. anyway, if you want some insane power dynamics, toxic relationships, and a splash of horror, then this is the fic for you. oikawa is a merman and iwaizumi catches him because he wants to live forever. is it really cannibalism if one isn't even technically the same species? a question for the ages. it also ponders the unanswerable, undefinable paradox of immortality without actually making the main character live for a thousand years to find a suitable, relative answer. i adore this author's horror haikyuu works, i highly recommend everyone to read more from them. ❧ “So you want to live forever? You could end up feeling terrible forever, too.”

✎ The SakuAtsu Documentary by the MSBY Black Jackals by lettersinpetals ❧ teen and up, 6.7k ❧ miya atsumu/sakusa kiyoomi ❧ very hilarious and very, very cute. i am always 100% down for some team shenanigans, and this one takes the cake. it's one large prank, and while the intended result was to simply amend the tense relationship between atsumu and sakusa while documenting their progress via vlogs, they got much more than they bargained for. the prank sakuatsu plays back is very funny as well and i did laugh out loud. ❧ “Something’s gotta give and we’re afraid we’ll find Atsumu’s corpse lying in a ditch,” Adriah said. “He’s a cocky prick, but he is also one of the country’s best setters, as much as I hate to admit it. We’d prefer not to lose him.”

➼ harry potter

✎ disguised as something else by aloneintherain ❧ teen and up, 3.1k ❧ harry potter & remus lupin & sirius black, harry potter & friends ❧ THE CUPBOARD UNDER THE STAIRS. the one glaring vice that the harry potter series has, storywise, is that harry's prospective childhood trauma from the dursleys is almost never discussed. look me in the eyes and tell me he does not have an everlasting scar from their blatant neglect and abuse. that's right. you CAN"T. anyway, this story explores just a bit of that abuse, while also tackling the fact that he hasn't ever talked about it. he hasn't healed from that experience, and just because he's in a safe environment now with a loving family doesn't mean that scar has faded. in fact, it's a scab that's now picked open. wonderfully explores the process of talking about your feelings instead of bottling it up and pretending it doesn't exist. ❧ A part of him aches to crawl into that dark, cramped space and curl up next to Sirius. It’s safe in there, his hind-brain reminds him. Adult hands only ever reached in to drag him out.

➼ avatar: the last airbender

✎ the hands that feed by aloneintherain ❧ teen and up, 1.9k ❧ the gaang & zuko ❧ classic zuko scar reveal. no, these never get old. every author tackles it in a different way. i especially like the way this author approaches it in this fic (as evident as it is that i appreciate the way they write trauma and trauma recovery. see harry potter for reference). one of the important things about traumatic events is that it is incredibly important for a person to reveal their trauma by their own violation. ripping it out of someone or learning about their past via other conventions is a surefire way to dismantle trust and a certain amount of the healing process. in this, zuko involuntarily reveals how he got his scar, but he also, vitally, doesn't remember doing so. the gaang know that they aren't supposed to know. so, they are willing to give him time. time for him to come to them, step by miserable step, with his past burning the soles of his feet. they are all very kind to him even in this moment of stress and desperation. love love love it. ❧ Sokka felt like screaming. He couldn’t, not with Zuko so close and so confused. He wouldn’t stir up old memories. Wouldn’t hurt Zuko more than he’d already been hurt.

➼ undertale

✎ lest ye be judged by nilchance ❧ teen and up, 35.4k (in progress) ❧ papyrus & sans, asgor dreemurr & papyrus & sans ❧ man where do i even start with this. essentially, an au where everything is the same except that sans and papyrus were once homeless kids on the street who were eventually taken in by a merciful, guilt-ridden asgor, post the first six human deaths but pre gaster death. they don't stay for long, and everyone is memory wiped of their time with asgor anyway, but sans remembers. their time together is impactful in a way that can only be felt in the white spaces between every word and sentence. i am always for adding extra trauma to... any given character, so that was simply a bonus for me. the author also has a very well-defined interpretation of every major character, which really makes the series feel as near to canon as a fic could ever be in some aspects. every bond, word, and relationship shared and formed is important in some aspect, and it has consequences. the only sad thing about this series is that it very clearly had a build-up to sans revealing the complete truth and his personal feelings to his "family" in the post-true pacifist route, but. well. the series hasn't been updated since 2018. but it's okay because i still think it's all very much worth the read. every single one of the fics. my favorite is definitely the first fic (traumatized kids. yep that's the life), but runs in the family is a very close second. ❧ It had taken months before Chara stopped probing at the limits of his patience like a sore tooth. Seeing what it would take for Asgore to hit them. It's a hard lesson for a child to learn, harder to unlearn. Asgore keeps his hands open and voice easy. "Thank you."

✎ disenchanted lullaby by nilchance ❧ general audiences, 1.6k ❧ papyrus & sans ❧ ah yes, the inevitable nihilism and mental collapse after a time loop. what i find the most interesting about post-true pacifism is that for a character like sans, it is much harder to reconcile a happy ending with what he'd experienced because he has absolutely no control over it. for other time loops, they have to deal with the conflict of wondering if they will accidentally reset it themselves. they are the main character. but for sans, who is not a main character, who is merely a bystander and victim to the never-ending resets, he has no control. no bearing over whether or not his journey restarts. and to start all over again - that is a terrifying prospect. of course he's got depression. who wouldn't? the way that it's approached in careful prose and the bonding of the two brothers is very precious to me. delicious fic. ❧ "Don't," he says, unexpectedly fierce. "I heard you crying like you were falling down, brother. I heard you say that you've given up. It's a little late to tell me you're happy."

✎ Revenant by Solena2 ❧ general audiences, 2.1k ❧ no defined relationships ❧ this fic au is horrifying if you think about it for more than 2 seconds. all of the characters who appear as "undead" (the ghosts and the skeletons) were, at one point, living humans that had all fallen down to the ruins and thus been slain by asgore. the items that they wore had been lost and scattered until, eventually, the seventh human child falls down and collects their other fallen humans' things as you do in the game. when you put it into the perspectives of the characters' jobs, especially for sans and papyrus who work for the very man that mercilessly killed them, it really drives in the entire hopelessness of the underground, that they really have no place else to go. it's also simply beautifully written. i love a one shot that makes you feel a host of complex, unforgiving emotions. ❧ Like those before them - they come, they leave, they die.

✎ Hairline Fractures by kaliawai512 ❧ teen and up, 31.3k ❧ papyrus & sans ❧ yes more discussion on the devastating, horrifying, everlasting effects of inescapable time loops, as i've mentioned under the description of the disenchanted lullaby. however, this fic takes at multiple steps further. they are 6 months into living in the human world, and it is pretty terrible for monsters. in the perspective of sans, he battles with daily racism(?), balancing multiple jobs, the guilt of watching his brother suffer, and wondering, wondering when the world will reset and it will all end. because, well, they had made it that far before, hadn't they? there is a scene though where sans gets drunk for the first time and it makes me ill because i was crudely reminded of my first time, which was a far more unpleasant experience than sans'. but its okay i powered through and it, in fact, one of the best scenes in the fic. the BEST part of this fic though is that the author somehow coded the actual papyrus and comic sans into the fic for the dialogue and i am now determined (hahahhaha) to figure out how to do that for myself. ❧ He should get up. He should really get up. Papyrus was worried, and every minute Sans lay there, he got more worried. Even if he couldn’t get up, he could at least respond. But every time Papyrus came to the door, he couldn’t make a sound come out. He tried, he tried over and over again, but his voice refused to respond.

➼ marvel cinematic universe

✎ out there, living in the sun by Hailfire_73 ❧ teen and up, 30.1k ❧ peter parker & richard parker, peter parker & tony stark, peter parker & avengers, pepper potts/tony stark ❧ peter parker's dad, richard, is an evil hydra agent that essentially has kept peter from the civilization. he runs experiments on kidnapped people, kills them, and discards of them. and peter, well, peter doesn't really know a life outside of this. and then he gets kidnapped by iron man and captain america. suddenly, the world is a lot larger than the haunted mansion he grew up in. it's a very interesting fic that not only handles the affects of abuse, but takes a very different route on peter's relationship with the avengers. because he never becomes "spider-man" in our sense and understanding of spider-man, he ends up developing his relationships differently. it's also interesting to see how the author approaches his character. they rip peter parker from the environment that made who he was, prevent him from ever getting in the suit and from saving a single person, yet they still manage to keep the core of his character alive. pretty awesome. also, there is a plant named spike. that's pretty cool. ❧ “Captain America? Get me out of here?” asked Peter, squinting his eyes and tilting his head. Iron Man hoisted him out of bed, and the covers went with him, hitting the floor by Peter’s feet. “Oh cool, I’m being kidnapped.”

✎ for peter by Hailfire_73 ❧ general audiences, 19.0k ❧ peter parker & tony stark + family, pepper potts/tony stark ❧ peter parker gets turned into a dog instead of dusting away when thanos snapped. I KNOW BUT HEAR ME OUT. the fic is (mostly) set in tony's perspective, and he doesn't really know that peter is a dog now. he just knows that its now his responsibility to take care of this stray dog that peter had picked up before the snap. it follows the 5 years of tony and his blooming family, his grieving, his attempts to keep peter's memory alive, while peter does everything he can to somehow communicate to tony that he's still here. it's a really good fic; tony very clearly projects his mourning onto "buddy the dog", and it, in turn, makes him a better father to his daughter. fair warning though: do NOT feed your dog cheeseburgers instead of dog food on a regular basis! that will kill your dog!!! do not do as tony does!!!!! ❧ “Wanna come home with me?” asked Tony. “Look, I’m not Peter, I’m nowhere near as good and kind, hell I don’t even really like dogs, but… I have a house with a big yard and plenty of squirrels and rats to chase and… if you’re lucky, I might even feed you.”

[notquitekenough]

I kinda had this headcanon that most people saw Peter as such a non-threat that they accidentally made him the biggest gossip to ever exist, but because he doesn't talk much (selective mutism hc) he made a journal of everyones secrets to get it all out of his head.

   Peter Oliver Pettigrew kept many secrets. Nothing detrimental of course, he wasn't plotting against anyone or practicing dark arts, but he kept his true self close. He let himself fall into the background, be unnoticeable, easily forgotten. That way nobody questioned him on who exactly he was, not that they'd want to anyways... forgotten.

      In fact that's what he was right now, sitting in the park by himself dispite coming to Hogsmeade with three friends, forgotten. Damnit now he's thinking about it, I mean are they really his friends when they do this so often? Do they even like him? What if they're planning another prank on him? He still hadn't forgotten the last one, he took an hour trying to put his socks back in the right pairs. What if it's worse? Stop thinking about it. You have to stop it Peter! Remember what your therapist said, try to let it leave you. Focus on something else, anything else. Look at the people around. All having fun with their friends, no. Shit. Not helping. The nature maybe? The trees are nice, right? James' Dad helped plant a few of them in this park, if James were here he'd say that himself. Instead he's off with Lily, trying to impress her or some shit like he's done for the past 5 years. Peter's known him for longer, why doesn't he take priority sometimes? Tears well up in the corners of his eyes. Why don't his friends want him? No. Stop it. What even started this? Why do these thoughts keep coming up? What was he talking about? Oh yeah, secrets... Peter keeping secrets, that's what this was. Merlin, that got out of hand. Peter pulls his journal from his bag, a suggestion from his therapist, 'Write down whatever you feel you can, Peter, you have to let all those secrets out somewhere.' He starts writing.

     ~The secrets we keep~

Read before Continuing: This journal is to be read by no soul other than myself, Peter Oliver Pettigrew. If you are not me and you continue beyond this page you may consider yourself signed up for the worst hexxing of your life. I've been practicing. Be warned now that everything in this journal is entirely, extremely, irrefutably private. The information beyond this point is not meant to be shared and will therefore stay between Peter Oliver Pettigrew and himself alone. James & Sirius, put down my journal right now... please.

Is this worth continuing/ posting on Ao3? Idk.

[mushroom-enby]

Chapters: 1/8 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Pandora Lovegood/Mary Macdonald/Lily Evans Potter, Regulus Black/James Potter, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter Characters: Dorcas Meadowes, Marlene McKinnon, Peter Pettigrew, Barty Crouch Jr., Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Regulus Black, Evan Rosier, Lily Evans Potter, James Potter, Pandora Lovegood, Mary Macdonald (Harry Potter) Additional Tags: POV Dorcas Meadowes, She/Her and They/Them Pronouns for Marlene McKinnon, bc they're a queen, also she dies in the first chapter, for the plot, Grief/Mourning, Revenge, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Kinda, Bittersweet Ending, bc y'know Marlene is stil dead lmao, Barty Crouch Jr. & Dorcas Meadowes Friendship, Marlene McKinnon & Peter Pettigrew & James Potter are Childhood Friends, Marlene McKinnon & Peter Pettigrew Friendship, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, the beginning is canon compliant, Alcohol, Weed, title from a Lola Blanc song, because i dont know how to put titles Summary:

In canon, the Mckinnon's are murdered in July of 1981, a couple months before James and Lily. Dorcas dies "after the second half of 1981, before the war ended", so between July and October, 1981. You know what that means? She was killed by Voldemort himself, after Marlene's death.

or: You know all those Jegulus fics where Reggie defeats Voldemort and ends the war? Well, i just thought. Dorcas could've done that with a bit more info, I think. So I wrote it.