#so many fics in my drafts and im unable to post any

[hanniescookie]

I NEED TO WRITE. I WANT TO WRITE. BUT LIFE IS SO BUSY. WHAT DO I DO?

[iwannascreameurekaa]

A giant list of fics in the making

Being written to POST

Junior Year

Chapter 15 and on. I'm trying to figure out to get to the end of the school year in that fic.

To Storm or Fire, They both Will Fall

Valgrace in Tartarus fic. First chapter is almost fully written. It's going to have about 40 chapters total and I want to write the whole thing out before I post anything about it so it might take a while sorry!

Where Art Thou, Emilio?

Romeo and Juliet but it's valgrace! Almost want to fully write this before I post anything so it might take even longer because I cannot for the life of me find an easily accessible and readable translation of the play :(

A fic about valgrace first kiss (not titled yet) based off a tumblr post I have been unable to find :(

Basically about valgrace trying to have their first kiss but Leo keeps burning Jason's lips 

Sequel fic to Realization, is it You? 

Qinter fic but this one is a time skip to the end of the tenth book and it's winter perspective 

Back To Life

My valgrace angst series that has two works so far and I'm working on more!

Being written but unable to post 

Use your body

I have the 4th chapter done. I am in agony that I can't post on the fic. 5th chapter is halfway done and there's supposed to be about 11/12 chapters in total and most of them are half written already. Can't promise that anything will be posted on this fic any time soon I'm trying to work it out! Again I'm very sorry.

Two solangelo one shots that go together (smut) ofc

First one is called "an apple a day keeps the doctor bent over and moaning for me" and the second one has no title but it contains one of my fav tropes which it the aphrodisiacs so yippie!! Same at use your body, I don't know when these will be posted and the first one isn't even done and the second is barely worked on anyways so...

Random stuff that might be posted if I ever get them done

Fun-Dip!

A cheesy valgrace kiss fic about Leo having a fundip flavored chapstick. Silly and unserious. It's been in my drafts since may and is barely halfway done. I have no motivation to finish or worn on it right now but I might be possessed who knows.

Will Solace on the Argo II rewrite

No title for this yet. First chapter is less than a thousands words written right now. And that's the only thing I have written too 😭😭 rough outline for it and idk if I'll ever finish it tbh. 

Fics that I need to update and am trying to update but idk what to write

I Don't Know Who You Are but I Love You 

YALL I PROMISE IM TRYING TO WRITE ANOTHER STUPID CHAPTER. I'm dying. Last time I update it was APRIL... my bad guys... um and it has reached 14,000 hits since then and I wanted to post a celebration chapter but I had no motivation. Ughhhhrhhwsiyfiwdh

Girl Alone (titled I Am Something a while ago)

I'm thinking about writing another chapter but I'm not allowed to post anything with sh in it rn and that's kinda the whole plot of girl alone so... yeah... I just don't wanna write something that I'm gonna barely enjoy writing and not even be able to enjoy posting it either it just makes no sense to me sorry 

Olympus

You bitches have been asking for another chapter of this for over a YEAR it's insane and I am grateful for it. I am currently rewriting the first three chapters cause I freaking HATE how I used to write and also like it sucked?? How do y'all enjoy this shitty writing dude I was so bad at writing smut 😭 anyways idk when they'll be updated and idk when a 4th chapter will come out but I'm always thinking about it 

The Soul I Hold

Eeehhhh I lost motivation for this. I always get little scenes in my head about what I want in this fic but I never know how to connect them so I gave up. I will probably pick this fic up again and finish it one day but these days I have ahead of me are not those days. 

When I Die, I'll Let Go

I lost motivation for this one too. I have so so many ideas for this but I have no idea how to get them into words that make sense so I'm just going to keep making playlists for it until I get the spark back 

[sapphirewolf1122]

Coming in, Fat

Summary: All you want to do is use your quirk to help others. But sometimes, you go a little overboard.

Word Count: 1, 477

A/N: Sorry, got distracted by another project and didn’t finish my research in time to post this yesterday! But on the bright side, put together a wedding compilation video that I meant to do like three months ago! Anywho, this is just a scene that came from a convo I had with my sister about someone who had a quirk that let them manipulate their fat all around their body and, potentially, others. Which led to the idea of her swatting Fat Gum clear across a room...soooo, here ya ago. My sister may post a romantic version of this but I don’t wanna tag her and call her out like that. Thanks for reading and hope you like it!

“One bowl of miso ramen, topped with ajitama and negi, please. Oh, and ten onigiri, all tuna.”

The vendor eyed you doubtfully; you had distributed your fat pretty evenly today so you appeared to have a fairly thin figure. “Where you planning on putting all that food?”

“Food powers my quirk, so I have a heartier appetite than you might think,” you said with a smirk.

Seemingly satisfied with that answer, the vendor got to preparing your order. Soon, you were walking down the street, munching on one of your rice bowls. You had eaten the ramen by the vending cart before starting your patrol.

You hummed contentedly as you reached into your food bag for another rice bowl, though you still kept a sharp eye on the surrounding streets. There had been a rise in crime in this district recently so you’d decided to check it out. The one that was part of your usual patrol route had been very quiet lately, so you’d grown bored with it. Though your chest swelled with pride at the thought that you’d been part of the reason it had quieted down so much.

Your friends over at Naruhata had advised against patrolling out of your own town, saying that it led to a greater chance of getting caught red-handed. But you had brushed off their concerns. Disguising yourself was a specialty of yours after all.

Reaching into the bag again, your mind wandered back to when you were still in school. Many had been quite envious of your quirk, especially the girls. But no one had ever considered it worthy of hero work. Not even your parents, who had refused to let you even attend the hero course entrance exam at your local high school. To them, your quirk was all about looks. 

Which reminded you. Stopping to look at yourself in a shop window, you squinted, thinking about what to do with your features today. You didn’t want to be too recognizable after all. Hm…you’d go more masculine today. Your profile had you pegged as female, so assuming a male look would really throw them off.

Concentrating, you broaden your shoulders and maneuver some fat into your face so that your features were a bit more rugged. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much you could do about your height.  But you found that it often worked to your advantage anyway. Thugs didn’t normally expect those who were smaller than them to beat them up so much. In fact, it sometimes became a bit of an issue…

You’re too hot-headed and brash with your quirk. And that’s what’s gonna get you in a load of trouble one day.

Tch. Hot-headed...it’s not hot-headed if they had it coming. They're the ones who decided to pick a fight. You were completely reasonable. Satisfied with your disguise, you pulled up your hood and turned to continue your patrol.

Only to be knocked back as a body slammed into you, causing you to drop your food as you landed on your behind. Dumbfounded, you stared at the scattered contents. None of the remaining rice balls were salvageable. You heard the person mumble something but that didn’t stop your vision from filling with red. What kind of monster exhibited such a nonchalant and wasteful attitude towards food?

Whipping around to the rapidly retreating figure, you watched as they turned down a side street. As they did, you thought you saw the glint of a weapon in their hand. Your eyes widened. Could this person be a villain in more ways than one?

Rushing to your feet, you chased after them, rounding the corner to the side street to find that it was relatively deserted. The villain was a ways ahead; you wouldn’t be able to catch up by running after them. Good, you hated running. 

Leaping into the air, you rapidly directed the majority of your fat into your legs, concentrating them around certain muscles for the most effective energy absorption. As you landed, you used the accumulated fat to send you springing forward again, this time higher and further than before. In fact, you may have overshot it a bit…

Suddenly, a yellow mass appeared in front of you with a yell. Unable to stop your fall at this point, you crashed into them, fully expecting both of you to go tumbling. Except...you didn’t? You’d barely registered that you were actually sinking into them before you shot back out.

As you flew back, your mind was racing. There was only one person who could’ve done that...only one hero.

You landed hard on the pavement. It took a lot of quick quirk improvisation on your part to keep you from getting too banged up; you managed to absorb most of the energy by concentrating your fat at key impact points. Still, you were left quite stunned once your tumble session was over.

Staring up at the sky, you had pretty much forgotten about the villain as your brain tried to process who had just launched you across the street. 

Could it really be him? What district was this again? You weren’t on his patrolling grounds, were you? How could you not know if it were his patrolling grounds? No, there was no way. You would totally know if you had a chance of running into Fa—

“Hiya.” A big, grinning face in a yellow hood appeared above you.

“Gah, Fat Gum!” You practically jumped out of your skin as you rolled upright.

“Sure am. You all right there? Seemed like a pretty nasty tumble.”

“I-I’m fine.”

The BMI Hero: Fat Gum, the pro hero whom you admire more than any other, cocked his head. “Yeah, looks like it. Got some sort of absorption quirk? What was that jump you just made? Y’know using your quirk in public is illegal right; if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were chasin’ that guy. Actaully, you seem kinda familiar…”

Fat Gum recognized you?!

Before your mind could spiral any further on what that could mean, you heard a shout behind you. Turning, you saw a red-headed boy holding onto the guy who had knocked you over.

“Hey Fat, I got ‘im! Didn’t put up much of a fight. That other hero okay? That sure was a manly jump!” He gave you a sharp-toothed grin.

“Good job, Red. Detain him til the cops can get here. And all good here; was actually just about to ask our friend some questions. For one, they ain’t no hero.”

Crap, that didn’t sound good. “I...uh…” You started to back away but froze when Fat Gum placed his hand on your shoulder.

“In fact, looks like we got ourselves the vigilante, Futoi. She’s normally pretty hard to catch since she can manipulate her looks with her quirk but it seems she’s used up her excess fat.”

At his remark, you automatically went to touch your face to find that he was right. Your disguise had melted away due to the lack of fat left in your body. You felt a spark of your anger from before come back; this is why you’d needed those rice balls!

“Now young lady, please come with me. You’re wanted for several counts of illegal quirk use.”

Shaking off his hand, you backed away with a shake of your head. “I just use my quirk to help people! To help heroes like you catch the bad guys!”

Fat Gum’s smile seemed to soften. “While that is very noble of you, without a license, that is considered the work of a vigilante.”

“It’s not my fault my quirk wasn’t deemed worthy of one,” you scowled, aware that you sounded rather bitter.

“Perhaps not, but that doesn’t negate the fact that you’ve performed illegal actions and for that—” 

Fat Gum had started to reach for you again but, panicked, you swung at him, using his own excess fat to your advantage to send him flying. He crashed into a wall, blinking at you in surprise. Both you and Red Riot stared after him in shock. You recovered your senses first though and turned to sprint away.

Holding back tears, you mentally yelled at yourself. You attacked Fat Gum! Your hero role model! You had dreamed of joining his agency if you ever managed to obtain a license. Now you had made sure that would never happen. Ugh, Koichi would never let you hear the end of this.

~~~~~~~

Back in the alley, Fat Gum still lay among the rubble where he had landed, staring after you in shock. Kirishima rushed towards him, dragging the unconscious thug with him.

“Fat, you okay?! How could she send you flying like that?”

It was several moments before Fat answered. “Someone get that girl a license and sign her up for my agency immediately. Also, find me some takoyaki, will ya?”

~~~~~~~

A/N2: Yes, I know, I wasn’t very original with the vigilante name...but I like names to have meaning and I feel like Reader wouldn’t have really put much thought into it.

I tried to incorporate a few references to the Vigilante series; that was actually what my extra research was, haha. Wasn’t til after I wrote up the first draft of this that I remembered that Fat Gum literally featured in the series about vigilantes. Obviously, this is set a lot further down the timeline than where the current volumes are at.

Finally, if anyone has any name suggestions for the fic, I’m open to recommendations. Thank you again for reading!

[shieroe]

Coat Skin Draft Notes

If you would like to read my fic before reading this draft notes, you can find it here: 

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18798673/chapters/44603767 

FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13311385/1/Coat-Skin 

Here are my draft notes for Coat Skin, the story could have gone so many other ways than the one I’ve posted, but here are some of the ideas I had for the story but didn't put in the chapters. 

Warning, this is not in order but I tried to organized it as much as I can :D

Fun Fact, in this entire fic, I never used the word “Selkie”, I only use “seal” or “their kind”. 

The Early Plot

Mallory is sold off as a maid in an estate, a selkie, but is unaware of it

Mallory’s mother and her coat was thrown away by her father when she was a child. 

Afraid that her mother will leave the moment she find the coat, mallory’s coat it also thrown away to bound her mother to her. 

Prolong separation to the coat will kill the selkie

Mallory is fine due to her being only half selkie, but her mother is a full selkie so she is more affected when without the coat. She dies when mallory is only a teenager/child 

Mallory’s father went insane after her mother’s death and jumped off the lighthouse they lived in. 

Her uncle, sold her off to the estate where micheal lives. 

Michael is a selkie child with his coat, he goes back to the sea once a week to spend time as a selkie

Michael is an orphan

Mead is his head maid

Mead does not like mallory

Mead is aware of michaels selkie form

Michael find mallory’s coat while he was a selkie but is unaware of it

Michael has been searching for the owner of the selkie coat since he found it when he was a child

Michael find out the coat belongs to her when the coat reacted to mallory’s presence when she is close by, it glows 

Michael and mallory are both white selkies (not related)

Michael finds mallory swimming in the sea while he is a selkie

He approaches her but does not reveal his true identity

Mallory played with the white seal

Mallory finds out michael is a selkie when she caught him in the middle of the night wearing the coat and forming into one. 

Michael took mallory to the sea and handed her her coat 

They marry and have selkie babies. 

Michael is a child of a selkie princess that fell in love with the son of the owner of the estate, she seduced the son and married him

Michael’s father found out about his wife and in fear killed her, in turn also wanted to kill michael but the wrath of michael’s selkie family took his father and drowned him in the sea, 

Michael’s parents died when he was a teenanger, he has been the head of the estate since then.

Discovering the coat belongs to Mallory. 

“Could it be, the coat was calling its owner, that couldn't be, that coat was handed to him by his mother, she said it belonged to someone else, she said that she had tried to return it multiple times but couldn't get to the owner, so she kept it with her, however, pure selkies cannot be without its coat for too long or they will die, someone like him who is only half selkie can live without the coat. The coat had never reacted like this to anyone in the manor, only when Mallory came to the house that it displayed odd behaviours.”

If this is the truth, then the girl does not know of her true nature or maybe she does but does not know how to return to the sea. 

---

“Its glowing, the only other difference in this house is Mallory, so why does it glow, even if my suspicion is true, why this particular coat, coats do not glow as far as I know.”

Mallory’s Selkie dreams

Mallory had dreams when she was a child, the song always calls to her, but she has never been able to reach it. The dreams stopped when she started living in the manor. 

Coco looking out for Michael

He knows the real reason why Coco was here she was ordered by his uncle to look out for him, something he didn't really need.

Michael orders Mallory to serve him

From now on, whenever my cousin is not here, you will attend to me, I will still be keeping an eye on you. When i leave to the sea I want you waiting with my clothes when I come back, don't worry about that I'll inform you when i'll come back. 

---

“Ms Cordelia. I'd like to have mallory attend to me, since she knows of me she can attend to my needs while I am in my other form.”

Very well, if that is what you want. 

Michael hears Mallory’s song

It's a song, I've heard that before, it’s coming from my manor, 

Michael in his selkie form followed the song and found Mallory sitting inside the cave with his clothes waiting for his return. He floats there for a moment listening and wondering where he had heard it before. Like not very distant memory. 

Giving back the coat

“Come here mallory”

“I shouldn't my lord”

“Come here I said.”

Mallory kept her eyes away from Michael’s naked form, although half of his body is submerged in the sea she didn't want to take any chances. 

“Here, take this”

“What a fine coat, but its too fine, I don't want to ruin it. “

“Take it and wear it”

“But”

“It's an order Mallory, you wouldn't be disobeying me now would you”

“No, baron”

Mallory reluctantly took the coat, it was soft like it was made with the finest fur and silk in the world. However, it looked very familiar to her, this feeling, this softness, she had felt it before. She knows it. She slipped the coat on and it felt like home, it smelled like her mother so long ago. She was dazed and did not notice Michael came closer and pulled the hood of the coat over her head. One moment she was in the shore with Michael and the next she was at sea with Michaels selkie form, she didn't know what happened, but she somehow felt different like she was free, like she finally belongs somewhere right. But what she didn't feel was her legs and arms looking down on herself she did not see them but what she saw were fins and flippers, she sees her reflection in the sea and she saw herself like she was Michael, in her shock Mallory collapsed and sank into the sea, Michael then caught her and brought her back into the cave and removed the coat. 

He was right, the coat did belong to her 

Devan

“You should come with me sometimes brother, you'll like her I promise, she's also like us, but i have never seen her form, but I know she'll be very beautiful.”

“You know I can't, im busy learning from father, there are so many things that has to be done. “

---

“Brother, I found this, its hers, I need to give this back to her.”

---

Mallory faints

“What happened? Is she ok? Are you ok? “

“Were both fine, she'd the same Ms Cordelia, she's like us . I want to know exactly where she lived, Devan, he said before that he met someone like us somewhere nearby.”

“How did you find out?”

“It’s the coat that devan kept, its hers. But she didn't know.”

Michael’s Family (Madison being gossipy)

It was odd to her that the manor is full of beautiful art pieces, from statues, ornaments, and paintings, however, what she is unable to find is the images of the young barons family, what she knows about them was only told by coco, when she asks about it with the other house staff they do not answer or they redirect the conversation. 

You musnt tell, a few years back the baron, I mean the previous baron went absolutely insane on day, there wasn't any signs of it previously, no indication of what he had done. The previous baron attacked and killed his wife and son, our baron was only spared because he wasn't around, when he returned he found the deed of his father, out of fear he went down the seaside and his father followed him shouting, ‘monster’ at his son, afterwards, no one knew what happened to the baron, he disappeared, after a few days his body was washed ashore, publicly, the story is that the baron, his wife, and son were killed by bandits on their way to the baron’s sister, our baron was left behind to attend to the matters in the estate.”

“What was the barons brothers name.”

“His name is Master Devan, he is the twin of the baron, they are exactly alike except for their hair, master devan has dark locks inherited from Their mother while Master Michael has blonde hair inherited from their father.”

--

Coco being gossipy instead 

“I've been in this house for a while, but haven't seen any pictures or painting of the young masters family.”

“You can call him Michael if it’s just us.”

“I wouldn't want to impose. “

“You should also avoid talking about his family when he’s Michael is around, he doesn't like it.” 

“Why not”

“I suspect that he is still hurting after what had happened, but shouldn't say anymore. “

-----

I’m not sure who's talking here

The only reason why michael survive was due to Cordelia, she was a close confidant of Michael's mother and knew the secret she kept from her husband, when the former baron found that Michael too was the same as his wife and other son, he planned on killing him as well, Cordelia took Michael and his coat and took him to the seashore, she wanted him to swim and hide as far away as possible, but before Michael could even transform, his father had found him. However, he too was also found, before he could lay a hand on Michael and Cordelia, the tide quickly rose and the wave took him so suddenly they both saw him being dragged by something in the sea. 

After a few days, his body was washed ashore. The official report that Cordelia and Michael agreed upon was that he took his life and jumped into the sea after the death of his wife and child.

Eventually Michael found out that his mother's family took revenge of her killer. The others of his kind tried to persuade him to return to the sea, but Michael refused, he will need to keep being human for a while, to fix what his father has broken, to make things a bit better.