#postwar au

[luendland]

Happy Valentine's, Darling

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

happy first birthday to Cariad, my postwar Remus x Tonks survive AU! 🥳

I wanted to finish this thing in a matter of months and then life got in the way. It's a year later and I'm still not done (but I'm so close to finishing!). So, in honor of Cariad's first birthday, let me tell you about it and gush about my blorbos.

I didn't plan on writing Cariad. I was almost done with Collide, my first fanfic, when a reader asked if there would be a sequel. I thought on it and decided to do it.

I had a LOT of fears going into writing Cariad. Unlike my time-traveling Tonks series, or the time traveling Teddy one, which had a pretty set structure with canon events for me to rely on, Cariad was a brand new endeavor. The central question that guided my plot:

If Remus and Tonks had lived, would they have stayed together?

and, what is the story about, when you strip everything else away?

What makes a life worth living and fighting for?

My quickest answer to the first question was always yes, but not without significant growth and challenges. They got married in wartime and didn't have much time together to be a 'normal' couple. When the big thing is taken away - the war - and the world is being reconstructed around them, what happens next?

The second question has a simple answer: love. Love is worth living and fighting for, including love of self, love of other, and love of community. Cariad addresses all of these things, told in three story "arcs," as I call them.

The first 25 chapters follow the immediate reconstruction of the wizarding world. Remus and Tonks are finding their place in this new society that isn't yet healed. There's grief, there's rebuilding, there's struggle. But most of this is centered on the world around them - how do we rebuild after the war? How do we create a society that's friendly to a family with a lycanthrope? There's love of community here - Remus and Tonks spent all these years fighting for their beliefs in improving the world around them, and now it's here. But it's not easy. Post-war reconstruction is messy and hard. Remus experiences so many disappointments, job setbacks, and Tonks is naive enough to think it'll get better more quickly. She learns that's not how it works, and she's inundated with work and her own ideals. By the time we get to the early 2000s, three years after the war is over, things are better, and their family expands.

The second 25 chapters, the second 'arc' of the story, centers on love of the other. When Remus and Tonks's daughter, Hope, is born, she's born with lycanthropic traits. Not a werewolf, but not 'healthy.' Remus's insecurities, coupled with Tonks's frustrations, lead to a painful separation. Their relationship has been focused on each other, yes, but so much of their energy has been put into the world around them and not necessarily the other. Hope's birth reveals these deep-seated problems that needed to be resolved, and so Remus and Tonks have to fight for their relationship. They had to fight to hold onto each other because committed relationships like this are both hard work and serious play. It was really hard to write some of these chapters, but ultimately, it was very gratifying to put them back together stronger than before.

The last 25 chapters, the third 'arc' of the story, centers on the family, especially the oldest children, Teddy and Hope. Here we're getting into the lesson of loving yourself. Teddy's the eldest and has experienced more prejudice, as a result of being around when the world was not as kind to Remus. His sense of self-worth is tied up in his ability to be a good brother, a good student, and a perfect son. He'll need to learn that he's good because he's Teddy, not because he perfects a role. Hope, having what I'm framing as a chronic illness, has a chip on her shoulder. She wants to prove she's just as good as Teddy and her famous parents, and she'll need to learn she doesn't have to prove anything to anyone. In this third part, we'll see Remus and Tonks settling into parenthood, making mistakes, but the spotlight will go to Teddy and Hope, as they come of age and come to terms with who they are.

At the end of the day, these are the three major plot points of Cariad. Fight for the world around you, so you can make it a better place. Fight for those you love, so you can play and work to build a life together. Fight for yourself, so you can be happy with who you are, as you are, because you're worth it.

It's been hard work to produce this fic, as creating plot points has been a lot of original work. Nevertheless, I've enjoyed writing it, and for those who have read it, I hope you've enjoyed being along with me for the journey.

[ao3-hp-fanfic-reader]

All HP fanfic on AO3 ranked by kudos #3

Manacled by Senlinyu

Ok. So. This is a heavy one. Not just for content, but for literally everything. First off I’ll just get into a basic summary of the plot. So in this au Voldemort won the war with Harry Potter and kills him. The remainder of the order are either killed, or if they’re women, they are turned into slaves purposed to help repopulate the wizarding world. Hermione is sent to Draco malfoy to be raped until she is pregnant because she has some memories and that are locked in her mind that a magical pregnancy might unlock. Word count is 370,515. Main ship is dramione. Trigger warnings: rape, assault, gore, major character death, PTSD, panic attacks, assault, torture.

Oof so after reading that I’m sure you’re wondering, but how can they make Draco and Hermione end up together if he repeatedly assaults her? Well dear readers, that is what I like to call a fucked up relationship. I would’ve enjoyed this fic a whole lot more if I knew it wasn’t going to end with dramione as endgame. I understand why the author wanted that to happen, she put the readers and the characters through so much I suppose she felt like they deserve a happy ending. However, considering the circumstances of the fic, I do not think it should’ve happened that way.

One thing I really really enjoyed about this fic was the writing structure. The first 25 chapters follow Hermione through her surrogacy enslavement with Malfoy after the war is over. After that are 75 chapters of flashbacks to Hermione during the war written in chronological order. After learning all this crucial information we are brought back to present day and the post-war life with Hermione as a Surrogate slave, but knowledgeable about the past. Holy shit it was so cool. While I was reading the flashbacks I kept remembering the situation present Hermione was in and getting to excited for what it all meant when it tied back together. Really well done.

Obviously what I didn’t like was the relationship. I’ll be honest, I do not enjoy hetero ship fics so I’m probably very biased in writing this so take it all with a grain of salt. There is a bit of smut both consensual and non consensual but nothing too graphic. It’s pretty light for a rape fic. The relationship was very deep and confusing with the war and trauma. Because of this, I feel like it would’ve been a better ending if dramione didn’t work out and they parted ways rather than staying together. It’s a bit stokholmy and I don’t think it’s a healthy relationship.

The characterization makes a lot of sense. For the most part. I do feel like Draco is out of character in places, mostly when he does things in aid of other people not himself, I feel like his loyalties and allegiance is very confusing and not explained enough why it is the way it is. Hermione is very different from the books but it is completely justified by the context of the fic. The author kept a consistent character base and developed her well from there.

I’m a bit annoyed at the end because there was a moment where i felt like the author didn’t really know how to save all her characters because of the intricate rules of her universe, so she just wrote the answer into existence. It felt really cheap to me. The answer to all their problems literally appeared in one chapter and oh my god they never thought of it before because it was a secret that no one knew about. I didn’t like it that much.

So this fic succeeded in confusing me. I think the author is very talented and has a beautiful sturucture to her story. However I morally disagree with the relationship how it is presented in the fic. If the relationship had panned out differently maybe I would’ve liked it more, but it didn’t. I would say read it if you’re super into dramione because it’s a staple in the dramione subculture. (Literally people print it out in hardback copies). If you’re triggered by rape obviously dont read it. It’s a long process but a very cool au, so read it for the discussion topic, but otherwise maybe skip this one.

[geothewriter]

Any Other Way - A post-war Zutara One Shot

Happy Birthday (slightly early) to my good friend @achillmango

I wrote ya a lil something because you're an awesome person and a great editor! I legitimately couldn't have made all of this progress on Vermillion Seas Cardinal Skies without you. So... here! I ran with an idea we talked about a while back.

Special shoutout to @demaparbat-hp for helping me edit this fun piece. You helped me add the polish to make this special. <3

And so with this, my first public action as your regent Fire Lord, I declare all aggression over. Our troops will withdraw home, now, to the Fire Archipelago, or to the colonies. On that topic, as I'm sure you're well aware, the colonies are a difficult subject to consider. The newly appointed peacetime council and I have already begun correspondence with King Kuei of the Earth Kingdom to begin ratifying a joint act we like to call the Harmony Restoration Movement. It is a long road, but together, we will travel it well. I'm sure many of you are wondering why an old war general is attempting to herald peace. Why would the Dragon of the West hope for less conflict? I am an old man, and I have seen the atrocity of war. Many across the seas will know me as something else, but I assure you, I am no longer that young man. If I must answer for my past crimes and ambition, so be it. Make that call, and I shall answer. If you call prior to the passage of the next seven years, a council of responsible individuals will head this fine nation. After those seven years have elapsed, my nephew, Prince Zuko, will take the throne as Fire Lord. Until such a moment arrives, he is to contribute to communities around the across all lands, gaining post-war-time political and worldly experience prior to– Zuko gently placed the article that formerly acted as packing paper on the table. His uncle sure could write a speech when he put his mind to it. Three years. He had three years left before his freedom came to an end. A long time, to be sure, but could he really prepare himself fully for the throne in only three years? A terse sigh escaped Zuko’s lips before he turned and pulled another mug from the box on the table. Unwrapping it with care, he placed the porcelain cup in its belonging place, up in the cupboard. Another delve into the box, and he withdrew a rather large plate.  The protective paper fell to the side as he placed the tableware in another cupboard. He wondered, could it really be so simple? Would he really be able to settle down in a new location every few months for the next few years? It wasn’t like four years helped him fit in with the rest of the world. If he wasn't normal by now, then there was no way on earth three more years would do the trick. Zuko sighed. At least the nightmares had stopped midway through last summer.  It was when she joined him. It was the promise, really. “If things don’t work out, and we’re both lost and aimless in the world, promise you’ll find me?”  “Only if you promise the same.” They sealed the oath with a hug and parted ways after his Uncle’s coronation. A year passed with little contact. Zuko was too busy to think beyond the next day, and she was too busy rebuilding the south to write.  She found him in Jang Hui, while he was supervising the removal of the vast quantity of rubble from the destroyed metal foundry located there. He was overburdened, having taken on both that and the difficult job of establishing a more robust local government, as well as setting up a makeshift hospital to get them back on their feet. He was more stressed than he could ever remember. He hadn't slept properly in days. Hadn't eaten, either.  Then she happened. 

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[shoshiwrites]

Clara & "where the wild roses grow", pls?

Her father passes a year after the war ends, and she takes over his shop. She lets the flowers crowd the floor, adds a few more potted plants by the front windows, a few more old advertisements framed by someone Jo knows from The Clarion's photo staff. She stops herself from reaching for the broom, resting against the back wall where it always is. It's a cold June morning when the bell rings above the door, and a man in uniform walks in. He ducks his head, his cheeks misted with rain.

[Imaginary Fic Meme!]

[silverxwords]

@cyberglyphed | x

" ... we have a choice, megatron : to remain pawns in this game, or to fight for what we desire. you once told me so, at least. " a wan smile, offered as his audial horns swivel back. " we cannot dwell upon what has been. "

Megatron slants him another irritated look, though he says nothing at first; they are together again, hunkered north of Iacon and far enough afield that the Autobots will not simply stumble upon them.

They have even found a mostly intact, though utterly empty, shelter, in the ruin of some waypoint or other.

"... Are you not tired of fighting?" He asks, finally, regarding the other.

[thenicestthingiveseen]

prompt 16: holiday

gender au/post war [278 words]

written for @hinnymicrofic

Hallie blinked at the man in front of her, lazily leaning against a kitchen counter as he sipped his tea. She took her glasses off and wiped them free of any smudges. Rubbed her eyes. Blinked again. Put her glasses back on and just as she was contemplating pinching herself awake, he scoffed. 

But he shouldn't scoff at her because there’s no way she’s living in a reality where her extremely overprotective godfather is begging her to go on holiday with her boyfriend. 

“I’m sorry but you have to understand that I find it hard to believe that my overprotective uncle who takes joy in scaring the shite out of any male who looks at me for more than 3 seconds,” at this, Sirius looks like he’s going to argue, “and don’t say that you don’t because you do.” She leans forward on the kitchen island so she can really look him in the eyes, “You want me to believe that you’d be okay with me going on holiday with my boyfriend? Unsupervised.” 

“You don’t need to act surprised!” Sirius says. He sounds offended.

“You threatened him two weeks ago for having his hand on my waist.”

“It was dipping into dangerous, unbecoming territory!”

“Sirius, I’m an adult woman who does adult things with her boyfriend,” Hallie says slowly. They’ve had this conversation many times over the past two years. She understands where he’s coming from to an extent but he’s become stifling and exhausting to deal with – no matter how much she loves him. 

“I don’t want to think about that!” he whines.

Smirking, Hallie says, “I know, so let’s talk about my holiday destination options instead.” 

[bitegore]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Transformers Generation One Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Breakdown/Dead End/Drag Strip/Motormaster/Wildrider (Transformers) Characters: Breakdown (Transformers), Dead End (Transformers), Drag Strip (Transformers), Wildrider (Transformers) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-War, Festivals, 2023TFRarePairFest Summary:

Breakdown drags the Stunticons (or, at least, most of them) across the globe to go visit the Rodion Street Fair. They all enjoy themselves enormously.

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augh i forgot to share this one before midnight. The second chapter is like half done but I got shit to do before I can finish it. Here’s a day in town/a night in the country for @tfrarepairing

[rotzaprachim]

The jyn au I have in my mind that’s been bouncing around for about four months and can roughly be described as like the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel But If Everything Was Different

[naomijameston]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46976134/chapters/118339903

[luendland]

Day by Day, Chapter 4, is now available on AO3 :)

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

Ch. 53 of Cariad is here! It's titled "Motherhood," and as the title suggests, it centers on Tonks's relationship with her children :)

Snippet and link below!

Tonks was at the sink, doing dishes by hand, when she heard her son's instantly recognizable, clumsy stomps coming from behind her.

"What is it, Teddy?"

"Mum, can we get a dog?"

Tonks turned off the tap and turned around to look at him.

"Teddy, we have an owl, a very old cat, your Puffskein, and Hope's pygmy puff. We've got plenty of pets."

"But we don't have a dog," Teddy objected. "And Dad doesn't count."

"Your father is not a dog, Teddy," Tonks said crossly. "He's a werewolf, and the two could not be any more different."

"I know, which is why we should get a dog."

"We don't need a dog."

"Uncle Harry and Auntie Ginny have one."

"Then you can play with their dog when you go to visit." Tonks put her hands on her hips and frowned. "We aren't getting a dog, and that's final."

Teddy's hair grew red. He stomped outside, muttering angrily under his breath about how 'he never had any fun,' and took the Cleansweep out for a ride.

Tonks returned to the dishes and shook her head. Her mother insisted that while Teddy was Remus's miniature in looks, he was all Tonks in personality. If this was true, Tonks was beginning to understand why she'd been such a headache for her mother to raise. Teddy was sweet as could be most days, but when he couldn't get his way, he was stubborn and surly.

Hope, upon seeing that Teddy was out on a broom, hurried after him.

"The Kidsweep, Hope!" Tonks called after her. "You're too small for the—"

[sixty-silver-wishes]

ok my score is 116 but In Practice I fucking love writing the angstiest, most depressing, existential shit. I just don’t think sex is interesting lmao

y’all expose yourselves and take this fanfic test i was just forced to by an irl so now i’m making you too

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

girl i am literally foaming at the mouth for more yara x macon content they are my favourite ever

I LUV THEM SOOOOOOO MUCH. working on some more fic chapters atm (plus a couple oneshots that have me in a CHOKEHOLD) but once i finish some stuff I'm definitely writing more of them

[shoshiwrites]

AU prompt week day two! Original post here.

AU: Opposite windows (postwar). Prompt/s: "rainy," "lanterns." Requested by: @latibvles.

She doesn’t know the last time she slept through the night. Know, or remember, or the difference between the two. 

It was fine to keep going like this, as long as you could get through the day, right?

She’s managing. 

Managing if you don't count the coffee rings, the full ashtray, the spots she sees if it’s been a particularly bad night. The apartment is full of photo prints hung up on clotheslines, the cobwebs in the corner, white slips like ghosts.  

The ads all talk about sheets and dishes and silver sets. There’s no ring on her finger, but she hardly imagines she’d be picking out china even if there were. She’d lost the opal Ruben had given her somewhere outside Cassino. Less than a month later, she’d lost him too.

Did it hurt more or less, without it?

She thinks she’s seeing things, the night she wakes and notices the light across the alley. It’s raining, and cold, and she muscles the window open anyway, anything to feel air on her face, hot and humiliatingly tear-stained. The stacks of magazines under the window are all wavy-edged with water damage. 

It’s a distant glow, an orange halo of bright from a lamp in what looks like a bedroom. In the fog of the hour she doesn’t move quickly, doesn’t pull the shade down before she notices the figure moving from the doorway to the bed. Lean, and unclothed from the waist up, dark hair. She can’t make out more for the distance, the fog on the windowpane. 

Her heart thuds with memory; she half-expects to see a woman resembling herself beside him. Belatedly, she closes the curtains, the thin frilly ones that had come with the place. The ones that are fraying, that need to be rehemmed. 

She wants to look again, to look for the light, but when she does, his shades are drawn with darkness behind them. It’s only when she’s back in bed that she wonders why he’d been up so late too. There were plenty of reasons. Maybe she’d guess right. 

[fauvester]

ok, so. Since your adoption AU has quickly become my no. 1 new obsession, I would totally love to make some fanart or write some fanfic about it. Would you be okay with that?

If not, that’s totally fine! If yes, I’d really like for you to ramble to me about these questions I have (if you have time) because if I make fanart/fanfic I want it to be 100% accurate, because I’m a perfectionist. So, correct me if I’m wrong pls:

Elim “Lim” Junior likes to cook, was the first to get adopted, and is the oldest brother. He seems to me to be a calm kinda guy. Gives me safe vibes, like I would let him bear hug me. What does he do, I wonder? Like, for a living? Or what does he want to do when he’s older? Idan is the youngest, absolute cutie, I adore him. What does he want to do when he grows up? And what are his hobbies? Iskra is Garak’s little girl, except she’s not even that little and also she marries a Klingon doctor, am I right? Is she the one who tries out tailoring, do I remember that correctly? What does she do for a living? Or is she actually a professional tailor?? Then, there’s Jocasta. She’s older than Iskra, right? She’s a nurse. Does she work with Julian sometimes? What else does she like to do in her free time?

Yes, I’m interrogating you, yes I want to get to know them, I’m sorry if this is too many questions at once. Don’t feel obligated to answer all of this. Hope you have a great day! :)

Oh man I'd be so flattered!! come on into the sandbox!! I'm so chuffed that you like them as much as I do! Let me try to put stuff down that I've been carrying around in my head re: the kids -

Young Elim ("Lim" "Elim Garak, no relation") is of a very calvinist cut (always busy, always doing something useful, always sober, always parsimonious). Repairs, cooking, cleaning. Inclined to be grumpy. Phenomenally stubborn. Probably a good hugger but on the stiff side. Remembers the most about his family before the Fire, and for decades his grief manifested as anger and the most convenient subject for that anger was the Manifestation of the Old Cardassia, Garak senior. They had a contentious relationship with him until Lim got into his twenties and mellowed out a bit, but they had some bitterly cold grudge matches before then (Garak, beefing with a child? MUCH more likely than you'd think!)

He's a full time housekeeper, first for his Castellan father (he's the cardassian jackie kennedy. refurbishing the Castellan's home, overseeing the rest of the help, hosting events, etc) and then for his mayor wife (and their many future children). Nobody would suggest that it's an unmanly line of work, but they may privately think it. Lim was never a particular stand-out at school and decided to let Iskra be the ambitious one.

His wife is a lot. She REALLY wanted to marry into the Garak family for political cache and set her cap on him but he was NOT having it at first. She had to do a lot of courting. They get along just fine now. Iskra doesn't like her but maybe that's because they're too similar.

Idan is IN STARFLEET! The first Cardassian, and Cardassia isn't even part of the federation! By the time he was growing up, Bashir's disillusionment with the Federation softened enough to weave lots of tempting tales of adventure and discovery for his youngest.

Worf is his idol (first Klingon solidarity!) but where Worf recognized the "you have to decide whether to be liked or be respected" decision and decided to be respected at the expense of coming off as an unpleasant terminally humorless zealot, while Idan plays up his natural goofiness to keep his classmates from feeling threatened by their 6'4 appropriately strong, fast Obsidian Order/Starfleet Medical raised Scion of Cardassia classmate. He's actually very capable and very dangerous when he isn't pretending to be an idiot (or more of one than he really is, at least). Just wants to be liked. Kind of a jock, plays racquetball and does vulcan martial arts. Enjoys Romulan pop (rpop) like every other young Cardassian.

Has a tail. Accidentally trips people sometimes.

Iskra is for real that little. She's very short.

She gets along best with Garak, at least until Lim grows up-up. She was taught from a young age to memorize, recite and debate at length, and naturally did well in academics. She goes to some Federation planet (Andor?) to study comparative law, and then back to Cardassia to read Cardassian law as an apprentice. Through a combination of bald nepotism, personal charisma and actual merit, she snags a position as the attachè of Ambassador Lang to the Federation, where she spends a few years advancing her father's administration's diplomatic interests. Once he steps down and Lang takes his place she ends up... somehow... on a Starfleet mission......?...... and meets her eventual wife! She serves... some diplomatic purpose. Besides amusing herself. I just haven't decided what that would be yet.

Jocasta (oh sweet babbygirl I have not developed you much at all lol) gets along best with Julian because he does enough talking for both of them. She started out helping him with office work in the hospital, but she's the sort of person who Does Work when it Needs to be Done and took enough tasks onto herself that she's become indispensable. Bashir taught her what she needs to know about nursing, and she helps him with the cultural missteps he occasionally still makes. She's the last line of defense if someone's a particularly hard stick because she can throw a needle under tough scales like it's nothing (she could have been a good Obsidian Order torturer).

She would have been the Housekeeper of the family if not for Lim, so she does the decorative stuff that he doesn't - mending and eventually sewing, gardening, even a little art. It reminds Garak a little too much of Ziyal sometimes, but that's a kind of gift, too.

ANYWAYS THATS THE KIDDOOOOOOOOOS! I have a lot of stuff thrown in the #garashir adoption au tag if you're looking about for other tasty bits, it is all approximately Fauve-canon but feel free to play in this space however you like.. I love to talk about them! I'd be so tickled if you wanted to do something with them.