#straight out of ao3

[fedzzzart]

the bedsheets smell like you🤍

[randomjreader]

Msp writers saw all the Tiwpor fake dating theories and fanfics on the internet and said ✍️ WRITE ✍️ THAT ✍️ DOWN ✍️

[commonpigeon]

crowley kisses aziraphale mid argument and then storms out and aziraphale touches his own mouth in shock after

[vaguelyprophetic]

ITS DOMINATING AND NOT UNSEXY

He presses pressure points in his back until Roman moans.

[heauxplesslydevoted]

Buck pretending to be happy while house hunting with Eddie but his tummy hurts and he can’t put his finger on why, and all of this is taking place in Eddie’s house where he’s not really a guest, sitting on Eddie’s couch.

[evilkaeya]

dawg..................

[erinwantstowrite]

unfortunately for peter he's sooner or later going to contract the batfamily curse without hope of recovery (being bisexual)

he has no idea what's coming for him 😔 he'll figure it out slowly and painfully for everyone involved

[dancing-dawn]

(yes i had fun with the title card)

The time has come to complete my legacy.

First off, I highly recommend stopping by the list I made some time ago, because those turned out to be timeless classics, must-reads: clicky here click. Special thanks to @beegowhoosh and @mikayuumouse for inspiring me to update this one! If that list feels overwhelming, my personal favourites are: All The Memories Of You by collectingblues, waiting room by srxlee and enshroud me by @lost--dimension; my silly words are just not enough to recommend those enough, truly changed my brain chemistry.

yokohama bay hotel by spirallings [Words: 9.5k | Chapters: 1/1 | T]

Honestly, inject this fic in my bloodstream, I got emotional just opening it and rereading the first line to write this review. Social media AU with vlogger Aku who one day finds Atsushi’s music channel, reaches out to him to express his highest admirations, and the rest is a beautiful story of building trust, friendship and falling in love. Immaculate narration, easy flowing and so heartfelt, had me smiling (and crying but shh) throughout the whole thing. A unique storytelling style through the occasional tweets, texts, emails and subtle descriptions of the scene, mixed with classic narration, strikingly in-character dialogue and songs. Just open it to see what I mean, it is genuinely like nothing I’ve read before and I hold this story very close to my heart. There is also a 150 songs playlist that goes with the fic, def some bangers in there.

and the funny thing is i would have married you (if you had stuck around) by cheezee [Words: 11k | Chapters: 1/1 | T]

Time travel and reincarnation, a tragic (but hopeful nonetheless) story following Akutagawa’s death on that ship and Atsushi traversing space and time to find him again, and again… and again… with the cursed fate taking his love away from him. It’s an emotional ride of happiness and melancholy, hope and despair, broken promises and lost memories. This reads as a classic tale of love, personally reminds me of a greek tragedy, and the writing is impressively poetic, simply pulling on the heartstrings.

...I wanna be next to you by Iyrs [Words: 2k | Chapters: 1/1 | G]

(i am definitely not biased because I made art for this, no sir) Wonderfully tasteful narration and the softest words of comfort, beautifully showing how much their relationship has progressed, the trust and ease and emotional vulnerability. There is one particular most domestic scene that lives in my mind rent-free, trust me and give this a quick read.

the plan (YOUR FINGERS) by lizandre [Words: 5k | Chapters: 1/1 | T]

I’m gonna struggle a lot to explain this one lol (if the trust me bro argument is not enough). I could personally not find a better word to describe the style of writing than simply genius. If I may quote the author from the summary, this is a story of how “Akutagawa Ryunosuke loses it entirely.” It has the humor, it has the pain, it has the classic psychoanalysis that every good fic has of course. Basically Aku not realizing the emotional turmoil he’s experiencing is not being possessed or mind controlled or going mad, but simply falling in love. And Atsushi being the voice and hand of reason to get him out of his madness. Aku here is as unapologetically dramatic as any theatre kid could be, 10/10, not even trying. Just straight up check everything this person has written imao, this fic is just one of many masterpieces.

Safe Underground by forget_me_nots [Words: 25k | Chapters: 5/5 | M (Violence, Main Character Death)]

This one is a hidden gem, severely underrated, criminally low exposure. It is an AU based on the videogame Lobotomy Corporation (that I actually had no knowledge of, but you don’t need to know it to enjoy the fic at all). Horror, gore and panic with close to zero comfort, grief of death and living nightmares. The style of writing is extremely skillful, with meaningful repeating motifs and metaphors. All of the characters are incredibly well-written and the growing friendship between our main duo in circumstances of utter tragedy is as enjoyable to read as ever. Pay attention to the coffee.

Moonlit Resurrection by june_berry [Words: 143k | Chapters: 16/? | E (Violence, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat)]

And while we’re on the theme of madness! I need to take a deep breath for this one. Incredibly depressing story on existentialism, trauma and self-destruction, told by poetic writing like no other. To quote the author: “Atsushi is hit by an ability that sends him spiraling. Forced to confront his traumatic past or die in two weeks, Atsushi begrudgingly teams up with the man he hasn’t seen in years: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke.” The highlight of this fic is honestly the narration style itself, it delves deep into Atsushi’s and Akutagawa’s minds and perfectly encapsulates their own deteriorating psyche. Deeply introspective. This was, strangely enough and despite the lack of comfort, a healing experience for me, basically a "Hey you see what happens to Atsushi when he got depressed, maybe don't do that." Worked wonders, truly. But be careful if you’re not in a good state of mind because it may have the opposite effect. Also cannot forget to give fair credit to @the-bengali-diva for incidentally introducing me to this one, they’ve even made paintings for the fic! Thank you truly, I would have never found this masterpiece alone!

Of Monsters and Men by Mississippi_moon [Words: 32k | Chapters: 18/18 | T]

On a brighter note! Mercenary Akutagawa failing to assassinate Atsushi, the Prince of Yokohama (and of course slowly falls in love with him instead). Made me smile and laugh and clutch my chest so many times, I just couldn’t put it down [also kindly named my google docs analysis for this “the royal dopamine injection*, i hope that says something on its own]. Very good humor mixed with equally good torture and suffering (and fluff and comfort!). The progression of sskk’s relationship is fantastic. Oh and Atsushi is a badass, that’s very important, long live Boldsushi.

Ma meilleure ennemie by @falloutjuli [Words: 13k | Chapters: 1/1 | M]

I swear I keep stumbling upon this author by accident without realizing I know them and I keep being blown away by their work. If the Arcane reference title is not enough for you, this is a little story about Aku and Atsu being thrown into an unforeseen Parisian vacation, where they dance and get that 'oh, oh' moment. Absolutely perfectly in-character dialogue, with many funny and even more heartfelt moments, all spiced up with the classic sskk banter.

So let us stop talkin' falsely now, The hour's getting late by FallOutJuli (again) [Words: 17k | Chapters: 1/1 | T]

This story made me so happy, an instant fix for a bad day at work that I still remember and am grateful for. Slow burn 1920s AU with reporter Atsushi and singer Akutagawa, great banter and even greater collaboration between those two, gradually growing closer and learning they can trust and be good for each other, both finding a muse in the other.

all is finally quiet by @aurorahrt [Words: 2.5k | Chapters: 1/1 | M]

“Did you,” Akutagawa breathes, gasping as Atsushi presses the palms of his hands into Akutagawa’s shoulders, “know you were going to live?” “No,” Atsushi whispers, leaning close, eyes sharp. “I had a feeling, but… no. Did-,” “No.”

There is simply no better collection of words to express my feelings than this quote. Please read this if you need something to soothe your heart after chapter 121.5, or just in general for an introspective character study focused on the ever so complicated relationship of sskk, flourished with beautifully written domestic fluff, anxieties and quiet comfort, soft kisses and even softer words of reassurance. I am almost tearing up again just writing this silly tiny review, those two have my heart and more.

And that’s a wrap, see you in another half year when I possibly sort through 100 fics more! All of the above mean a lot to me, so please check them out if anything from my passionate ramblings catches your eye. And go give the authors some love, they’re doing god’s work here <3

[puraiuddo]

༺JazzProwl Fic Recs༻

— brought to you by puraiuddo -

This is by all means not a complete list of banger JP fics! It's my personal favorites—those fics that lodged themselves in my brain for one reason or another and never left.

Hopefully this list satisfies at least some of the sudden influx of interest for JP fics (and given how well rec'ing a fic turned out last time...) But, nah for real, not to make rec'ing fics fake deep or anything, but I think the fandom would be a better place if people were more unapologetically enthusiastic about fics and less afraid to interact with authors. So if you use this list to find some fics you have to promise to leave some unhinged comments! ٩("•̀ᴗ•́")و ̑̑

But before I start, I want to acknowledge the prevalence of potentially stereotypical depictions of Jazz in regards to his speech (❞), criminal/violent/sexual characterization (▾), or backstory/origins (⟲) in the JP/TF fandom. I've attempted to flag fics with the corresponding symbols above, because I'd like to recognize those problems while still rec'ing for a variety of other fantastic qualities. That said, I'm not infallible so please use your own discretion.

I've also tagged fics with "hiatus" if it's been a while between updates, but the author hasn't made a comment—these fics are especially important to interact with, b/c you never know if the author stopped posting b/c they weren't getting any reviews!

Now, without further adieu...

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Mistakes on Mistakes Until— by jabberish

『oneshot - ao3 - Words: 280,212 - Alt-War AU』

Ricochet's got a bad case of conscience and he's pretty sure it's about to get him killed. (aka I think I've read every defection/ex-Con au and now I'm forced to make my own. Jazz-centric.)

* (づ ᴗ _ ᴗ)づ♡ The crème de la crème of JP fics. I really can't properly articulate the sheer amount of love and respect I have for MOMU other than that if you haven't read it, your life is worse for it. Go read it. Then read it again. Now. (I've read it 4 times. No, I'm not joking) I love all the fics on this list dearly, but MOMU holds a very special place in my heart. Flawless characterization, flawless dynamics, flawless plot, one-of-a-kind writing style... it's got it all. Of note: I've not flagged it despite its premise, because it will expertly subvert your expectations and you need to read it to understand. Bonus: it's got a lot of well-deserved fanart!

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Untitled Series by Need2Scream

『(2/?) - ffn - Words: 158,064 - War AU - hiatus』

Where the Lonely Ones Roam - 116,327

"Say you have a little faith in me. Just close your eyes and let me lead. Follow me home. Need to have a little trust in me. Just close your eyes and let me lead. Follow me home. To where the lonely ones roam." Eventual Prowl/Jazz

Spark - 41,737 - hiatus

"Chase you deep into the unknown. In my dark, in my dark, you're the Spark."/ "Roam with me, come down to where all of the others fell. Get lost, in the dark to find yourself. Just remember what I said, 'cause it isn't over yet."/SEQUEL to Where the Lonely Ones Roam

*It's not clear by the summary, but the series is essentially about Jazz and Prowl's developing relationship as they overcome war-related trauma, intermingled with a spectacular amount of original lore. See the author's ffn bio for a rundown. The originality and attention to detail in the world building in this AU is awe-inspiring. There are 2 fics in the JP series, but the author has a bunch of other Gen fics set in the same AU and another on ao3. Bonus: some of the Gen fics are Jazz & Prowl-centric and can be read as romantic!

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Crime in Crystals Series by Aard_Rinn

『(7/?) - ao3 - Words: 258,030 - Crime/Hitman AU - hiatus - ▾ ⟲』

The Hitman - 6,942 - pt 1

Prowl is the last clean cop in Praxus, the final flickering light in the darkness. There are plenty of people who would like to see him snuffed.

2. The Clarification, 3. The Kill, 4. The Capture, 5. The Prime, 6. The Talk, 7. The Chase 8. TBD

*The main plot is broken into 7 separate fics, but it's all one continuous story. Read the whole thing! It's on my all time favorites. It's thrilling, tremendously action packed, and the character dynamics are some of my favorites. It's also hysterical and wholesome and I've reread it a stupid amount of times. Bonus: it's got fanart + there are 5 extra fics, including a Jazz-centric prequel, in the same AU.

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War Eternal Series by Hearts of Eternity

『(3/4) - ffn - 2m? idk it's insane - Bayverse War AU - discontinued - ▾ ❞ ⟲』

Where You and I Collide - 362,090 - prequel

Separately, Jazz and Prowl are like forces of nature- they are uncompromising and uncontrollable. But what becomes of their natures when these two unstoppable forces collide? Will one break the other, or will they both be stronger for it?

As We Come Together - 485,586 - pt 2 - Gen

While the surviving Autobots begin to flock to Earth in response to Optimus' call, trying to find a new home on the strange organic planet called Earth, some unfortunate bots are beginning to realize the price of war may have been too high. Sequel to Time

May We Never Let Go - 408,409 - pt 3 - Gen - d/c

Hell literally lies in wait above Earth as the Cybertronians and Earthlings coexist uneasily, rattled by every attack the Fallen and his master launch on them. With new evil rising, the powers that be on Earth and beyond are gearing up for war.

1. As We Come Together, prequel 2: Surface of the Sun

*Long, convoluted explanation coming up given that this series is obviously a whole different beast compared to likely any other fanfic series you or I have ever encountered in our lives... b/c the author is just superhuman or smth idk...

The series is officially listed as 4 parts (WYaIC, WTWHL, AWCT, MWNLG). Where You and I Collide is the JP-centric prequel to the other 3 Gen fics (that have substantial background JP). WTWHL is technically part 1 of the series, but it's sorta more character-focused ficlets than a continuous story... which is why I didn't specifically list it as a rec even if that makes things more confusing... (ᵕ¬ᴗ¬) Also the author didn't list Surface of the Sun as part of the series, but it's a direct prequel (like WYaIC) starring the Lambo twins and it's... oh it's so good... absolutely shatters my heart that it's been d/c'd.

I've not listed an exact world count, b/c if you want to read every bit of the AU with all its prequels and offshoots (which I would highly recommend and have done)... I'm not gonna do the math for you, sorry. The main 4-part story is ~1.7m+ which I realize is frankly insane and extraordinarily intimidating, but it is so sooo sooooo worth it. The author has created their own fully fleshed out TF world with its own lore and characters and the time and effort they've put into is mind-boggling .

Anywho, despite ultimately being d/c'd, the series is still tremendously readable and nothing about JP is left feeling unbearably unfinished. I also happened to track down the lovely author and beg for a summary of the ending, b/c I'm a bit of a freak and they very kindly provided it so if not knowing how a fic ends bothers you/prevents you from reading, you have the option of getting closure even if you can't have it written out.

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Fathomless by Sroloc_Elbisivni

『oneshot - ao3 - Words: 19,949 - Fantasy AU - complete』

Jazz is drowning on dry land on the other side of the world. Once upon a time, before Jazz was born, the Rust Sea covered a swathe of Cybertron bigger than the territory of any city-state except Iacon. The sea had been more powerful than any engine besides the one at the heart of the planet itself, big enough to swallow a metrotitan in its depths, the birthplace of storms. Thing is, none of that was Jazz. He doesn’t remember those days, before he was himself, except in his dreams. And his dreams are terrifying.

*This fic makes me feel some type of way... it gives me shivers. It's so eerie and the premise is so unique. It's also beautifully bittersweet, which is a hard concept to pull off.

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The Judge by SilenceoftheLlamas

『oneshot - ao3 - Words: 107,653 - Alt-War AU』

Prowl’s got a secret, and he’d rather be dead in the ground before he let anyone find out about it. Jazz’s got one too, but he’s not as good at hiding it. Prowl is a secret superhero, Jazz is a secret fanboy who doesn’t know that he works with the guy. By night Prowl is the virtuous hero The Judge, but by day he’s just an unassuming tactical officer.

*Jazz and Prowl are sorta painfully adorable in this fic and the JP is so sweet it makes my teeth hurt. Plus it's got a really fun premise with lots of shenanigans.

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Black on White on Black Series by pipermca

『(3/?) - ao3 - Words: 86,248 - fix-it, War AU - complete』

Anamnesis - 31,097 - pt 1

When Jazz and his team are lost on a mission, Prowl has to carry on alone. But a discovery a thousand vorn later could turn his life upside down again.

2. The Ghost of the Howling Plains, 3. Pulling Strings

*Super interesting sorta-kinda-fix-it fic and/or explanation for the events and characterizations in IDW. There are 3 stories in the main JP plot line. Bonus: there's 2 "Extras" fics for cut scenes from the main fics.

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Crystal Ghosts Series by Rizobact

『(2/2) - ao3 - Words: 85,688 - Fantasy AU - complete - ⟲』

Enduring as Crystal - 40,517 - pt 1

There were a lot of reasons Prowl visited the library. He never knew the most important one was waiting for him in the garden behind it.

Eternal as Love - 45,171 - pt 2

Prowl promised he would help Jazz, the ghost of the crystal chapel in the garden behind Praxus' central library. He just couldn't anticipate what shape that help would wind up taking.

*Another super unique premise! I love a good historical mystery and the imagery is specularly evocative! And I'm a sucker for the trope... which I can't reveal, because of spoilers.

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Untitled Series by Vaeru

『(2/2) - ffn - Words: 10,766 - War AU - complete - ❞』

Descant - 7,925 - pt 2

G1/Jux compliant. Requiem sequel. Prowl doubted that his desired image of Respected Superior Officer came across very well with a half-scrapped mech clinging to his hand, but he loomed as best as he was able and glared.

*Requiem is Jazz-centric and I'd say more of a prequel to Descant than Descant is a sequel to Requiem... if that makes any sense. Regardless of how you view it or what order you read it, it's fucking brutal. (-‿-“) Bonus: author also wrote another really great fic called Transformers: Juxtaposition which is Lambo twin-centric and OC-centric, but perhaps one of the only OC fics that I've ever enjoyed.

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Domino Milkshake by SilenceoftheLlamas

『oneshot - (1/?) - ao3 - Words: 24,886 - War AU - complete - ❞』

Jazz drunkenly pretends that he's dating Prowl. Only he isn't, and the mech is right behind him.

*It's a fake dating AU... what more can I say? I love the the begrudging developing romance and the meddling friends. Bonus: it's got fanart!

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Hunter's Spark by WandersUnderStarlight

『oneshot - ao3 - Words: 43,645 - Alt-War AU - ❞』

Jazz disobeys orders to abandon the ruins of Praxus and runs into one of the Senate's dirty secrets.

*This author also has a few more JP fics that I enjoy like An Offer He Can't Refuse and Long Patrol. I gotta offer aisclaimer though: the fics are... fairly cliche and a bit OOC. Hunter's Spark is much more tame than the other two, though. They're all sorta a guilty pleasure of mine, because it's fun to enjoy Prowl being a bit of a BAMF and Jazz being a bit of a damsel on occasion even if objectively I understand why it's not everyone's cup of tea. ("￣▽￣";)ゞ But the author definitely deserves credit for creative and entertaining premises and a really nice writing style!

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༺General༻

Little Brother by Meiza

『oneshot - ffn - Words: 64,542 - War AU - discontinued』

Prowl is infamous for being a logical, nigh emotionaless thinker who's better at battle calculations than interpersonal relationships. How he was roped into taking care of the last survivor of Praxus is anyone's guess.

*Prowl & Bluestreak centric, but Jazz has a solid amount of screentime. The subplot is pre-relationship, co-parenting JazzProwl and it's cute as hell. It's not 'officially' discontinued, but it hasn't been updated since 2010... so... At least it doesn't end in a cliffhanger. (╥﹏╥|||)

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Things We Don't Tell Humans by SineadRivka

『oneshot - ao3 - Words: 363,057 - Bayverse War AU - complete』

This was a first for us Autobots; never before have we come in contact with a species like these humans, so eerily similar to our own race and twice as tenacious as Sparklings. The question was, how far can we trust the humans with our culture? Some things have translated between cultures without much effort. Other subjects, however…

*Please note the tags! Also... I'll be honest that I mostly skip to the JP parts and main plot points in this fic as it's about a very ensemble cast and I'm not interested in TF humans ... so I can't entirely vouch for the integrity of the whole thing. (￢ω￢;)

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Echoes of Messatine by MlleMusketeer

『oneshot - ao3 - Words: 303,863 - Alt-War AU - complete - ▾ 』

Cybertron hurtles toward war, and only a handful of mecha see it. Not Megatron, whose inflammatory writings gain him agonizing attention from those on high. Not Ratchet, the Iacon Medical Center’s most prized practitioner, whose Dead-End clinic remains the worst-guarded secret on Cybertron. Not Overlord, whose iron hold over Cybertron’s underworld is beginning to falter. Not Orion Pax, whose concern over the sudden silence of one of his favorite writers drives him to take up his hero’s pen. Not Terminus, who only wants to survive. But Trepan and Senator Shockwave both know well what’s coming. One aims to use a defiant miner’s fall to crush the aspirations of the masses. The other wants to use that miner’s triumph to ignite them. Neither much cares about Megatron himself, or his ultimate survival. Therein lies their fatal error.

*Not clear from the summary, but the premise is essentially "what if Megatron got the matrix instead of OP" and how their pre-war lives would have to pan out for them to ultimately switch roles. Just a really fascinating, supremely well-done "what-if" fic, but also probably the weirdest one to put on this particular list, b/c JP turns into megatron/JP at the very, very end... but... I just kinda ignore that development since it happens in like almost literally in the last chapter and you can def read it as friendship up until that point... (¬⤙¬ ᵕ)

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༺Mature༻

*listen... don't @ me. They're definitely saucy, but they're not explicit. Yada, yada... hey minors, don't read these! ...But we all know you will so just don't talk to me or anyone else about it, cool? Cool. (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

Intermission by crabapplered

『oneshot - ao3 - Words: 5,049 - War AU - complete - ▾』

As the war stretched on for interminable vorn, Prowl found himself faced time and again with the mounting stress of his position. Many of those times he was forced to face alone, the gear grinding stress sending him to Ratchet for system overhauls and forced defrags. But every so often he'd be fortunate enough to have Jazz on hand, and when he did, well, it didn't take much. Pressing Jazz up against the wall, cramming him into corners, pinning him facedown over Prowl's desk. It didn't matter as long he could keep Jazz still.

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Audition by crabapplered

『oneshot - ao3 - Words: 12,783 - War AU - complete - ▾』

If one were to be delicate, one would say that Jazz and Prowl are incompatible. The blunt truth? 'You just lie there with this blank expression on your face,' he'd been told by his last partner. Signal had stayed longer then most, willing to try since Prowl was so obviously doing his best, interfacing to please his partner and give him what Prowl himself disliked. In the end, though, it hadn't worked. 'You don't like me touching you, you don't like the mess, you don't even like the overload, and half the time I swear you're running economic simulations in your CPU you look that bored. I don't want that. I don't want you miserable, and I don't want me miserable, either.' So why can't Prowl stop wishing?

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That's all, folks.

ദ്ദി(｡•̀ω-)✧ ~Happy reading!

and for the shit tumblr search/tag system, i offer: #jazzprowl #jazzprowl recs #jazz x prowl #jazzprowl fic recs #jazzprowl fanfic recs #tansformers fic recs #tf jazzprowl #tf fic recs

[afterthelambs]

Shuake and Jundori are basically the same ship

List of similarities between Joker/Akechi and Junpei/Chidori:

Ship is between a chill guy and an assassin

Characters share the same persona affinity (Arsene and Loki both use curse, Hermes and Medea both use fire)

Assassin's outfit colors are mainly white and red (specifically akechi's robin hood outfit)

Assassin's persona may hurt them (Loki has call of chaos and Medea attacks Chidori)

Assassin deceives the chill guy into thinking they're normal to get info on the group he's part of

Assassin betrays and kidnaps the chill guy + separates him from his friend group because he's the leader (Junpei was lying about being the leader but Chidori believed it)

Friend group is only cordial with the assassin at best but doesn't wish harm on them

Chill guy is the only one who truly connects with the assassin

Assassin insists they dont care about the chill guy but deep down they do

While responsible for their own actions, the assassin is still being manipulated by someone close to them

Revealed that the assassin's abilities were being exploited by the families of both games' wealthy Empress Arcana (Okumura used Akechi via Shido to assassinate enemies, Kirijo group used Chidori as a child experiment)

In late November, the assassin has a 1-vs-many fight against the chill guy and his friends

After you beat the assassin, the ones manipulating them appear and reveal they're willing to discard the assassin for being weak

The manipulators threaten to shoot the chill guy instead

Assassin sacrifices themself for the chill guy during the shooting

Chill guy's greatest wish was to be with the assassin and losing them challenges their resolve to fight (Joker may or may not fold on 2/2 but Junpei gets his resolve back as part of the plot)

Toxic doomed trope

If Royal and Reload (because thats what I played):

14. Chill guy and assassin have a special attack (showtime and theurgy)

15. Assassin died permanently in the original version of the games, but they can be saved in future remakes (if you spent enough time with them and made the right choices in-game)

I think that's it? But if anyone points out more I will edit this and add them

[holly-tea]

shoutout to moros hades 2 for being made specifically for me

[saphiccarma]

"It's black and it's beats for you." to "She's my scar." to "Why are you defending the physco serial killer." to "Yeah well you can't have her."

Alright, which Ao3 author did they hire. I need to know.

[akirasstories]

Blue, Gold, Red

for @thiamficweekly week 13

WC: 3326 | rating: M | cw/tw: none | tags: idiots in love, liam dunbar true alpha spark, biting and kissing

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Just a milkshake. 

One of those ridiculously sweet, criminally overpriced ones from the 24-hour diner at the edge of town—the kind Theo pretended to complain about every time Liam insisted they stop there, which was often. 

But Theo always caved.

Because Liam liked them.

Because Liam always ordered the same thing.

Because Theo remembered.

And tonight was no different.

Liam sat in the passenger seat of Theo’s truck, legs spread like he owned the world, hoodie sleeves bunched at his elbows, blue eyes the streetlights through the windshield. He looked over and grinned, soft and boyish and unfairly beautiful, and said, “You remembered I like extra whipped cream?”

Theo, halfway into a sarcastic reply, caught the look on Liam’s face—sincere, surprised, pleased. And something in him faltered.

Because yeah. He had remembered.

Of course he had.

He always did.

What Theo didn’t expect—what completely derailed him—was for Liam to lean across the seat and kiss him.

Not a peck. Not a brush of lips.

A kiss.

Full. Certain. Stupidly soft at first—and then not.

Suddenly Liam was half in his lap, kneees awkwardly bumping the center console, milkshake long forgotten in the cupholder. Theo’s hands found Liam’s waist on instinct, sliding beneath the hem of his shirt like they’d been there a hundred times before.

Liam kissed like he fought—fierce and desperate, like the world might end if he didn’t give it everything he had. His fingers tangled in Theo’s hair, tugging hard enough to make Theo shiver, pulling a groan from somewhere deep in his chest.

The windows fogged. The world narrowed. They were making out like idiots in a grocery store parking lot, in a fogged-up truck, mouths hot and messy and frantic.

The air was thick with heat and breath and the low bass hum of a song neither of them were really hearing. Theo barely noticed the sting at first, the sharp scrape of fangs against his lower lip—but then Liam bit down, not hard, not enough to break skin, but enough to make Theo gasp and press closer.

It was chaos. 

Glorious, overwhelming chaos.

And Theo let it happen.

Let Liam lick into his mouth like he was trying to claim it. Let his own claws slide out a little when Liam rolled his hips down into him. Let his eyes flicker gold—just for a second—before he forced them back. He never let that happen.

But Liam was everywhere. 

Tasting. Biting. Grinding.

And Theo—control freak Theo—tilted his head back without thinking. He offered his neck.

Instinct.

And when Liam’s fangs grazed just below his jawline—when he bit down harder, not just playful but possessive—he didn’t pull away.

He let him.

 It hurt. But it felt right. Final. Like giving something away he never really owned in the first place.

And it felt good. 

Good enough to make Theo moan.

And when Liam finally pulled back, his lips were wet, his pupils blown wide, his breath ragged

His eyes weren’t gold.

They weren’t blue.

They were red.

Theo froze

His entire body went cold, his heart punching against his ribs like it wanted to escape.

Because that wasn’t a trick of the light. 

That wasn’t a glitch.

That was real.

—-

It had been nearly a year since the war with the hunters ended. Since the world didn’t burn, and Theo Raeken—former villain, genetic experiment, chimera freak—stayed.

Not like a ghost haunting the edge of town. Not hiding in tunnels or sleeping in his truck.

He stayed-stayed.

Got a job. Took community college classes. Helped Deaton. Slept in a real bed, under a real roof, not in his truck or some moldy abandoned tunnel. Got accepted into the local college, set to start in two months.

And somehow, despite everything, stayed close to Liam Dunbar.

Liam, with his righteous anger and his too-big heart and his fists that sometimes talked before his mouth could catch up. Liam, who flared gold when he was angry and still snarled at Theo like he might punch him just to make a point.

They grew closer.

That had happened slowly. 

In glances and grudging trust.

In stupid late-night drives, in silences they didn’t fill with apologies but with shared songs and milkshakes and sarcastic one-liners. 

Theo acted like none of it meant anything. Like he hadn’t spent months clinging to any excuse to stay near Liam.

But he did everything for him. Without hesitation. Without question.

Because Liam wasn’t like Scott.

Scott was perfect. Noble. Good. The kind of person people wanted to believe in. The guy who inspired others to be better. 

But Liam?

Liam was messy. Angry. Flawed. And still—still—he chose to be good, every single day. Even when it was hard. Especially when it was hard.

Theo thought that made Liam realer. More honest. Stronger.

That’s why the first time Theo noticed red flashing in Liam’s eyes—just for a second, like a glitch in a system—he didn’t panic.

He blinked. Tilted his head. Quietly stored it away.

Because he knew what it meant.

Liam Dunbar had the spark.

The potential.

The terrifying, impossible power.

Liam Dunbar could become a True Alpha.

Theo wasn’t surprised. 

He’d known for a long time that Liam had something burning inside him. Something bright. Something dangerous.

The kid who’d been dragged kicking and screaming into the supernatural world… and still fought to protect it?

Yeah. Theo had seen it coming.

But Liam hadn’t.

Which brought them to tonight.

To this moment.

To red.

Bright, real and so painfully vivid in the dark.

—-

Theo sat up so fast it jolted Liam, who blinked at him, dazed and flushed, lips kiss-bitten and cheeks red. His eyes had returned to blue now, wide and confused,like he hadn’t just shattered reality five seconds ago.

Still draped across Theo’s lap like he hadn’t just flipped the entire world on its axis.

“What?” Liam mumbled, voice wrecked from the kiss, already leaning in again like they could just keep going.

Theo slammed a hand to his chest, holding him back. “Wait. Liam. Look at me.”

“I am looking at you,” Liam said, frowning, like Theo had gone completely insane.

“No. Your eyes—” Theo exhaled, throat tight. “They were red, Liam.”

Liam stilled.

“What?” he asked again, less certain now.

“Red,” Theo said. “Not golden. Not blue. Red.”

Liam stared, brain clearly buffering.

“Like… like Alpha red?” he asked slowly, like saying it out loud might make it less real.

“No,” Theo deadpanned. “Like beta red. Yes, like Alpha red! Jesus, Liam!”

Liam blinked, still straddling Theo, shirt rumpled, hair a disaster from Theo’s hands. He looked like he’d just rolled out of a fever dream.

“They were really red?” he asked, genuinely baffled.

Theo didn’t answer. Just stared, heartbeat pounding, neck still throbbing from the bite. His brain had already sprinted fifteen steps ahead, making connections he didn’t want to make.

And Liam, sweet, stupid Liam, blinked again and said, “But… Scott’s alive.”

Theo let out a laugh that was more of a sound of disbelief than amusement. Bitter and sharp.

“Yeah. Scott’s alive. No one said you had to kill him to become an Alpha,” Theo said. “You just had to earn it. Which I guess you did. Somehow. Lucky you.”

Liam’s mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. “That’s not—I can’t be a—”

“You can,” Theo said, voice flat. “Because you are.”

And then, softer, mostly to himself: “Of course it happens now. Great. Just—fuck me, right?”

Liam just kept staring at him. Puppy-eyed and confused. “Wait, but… that’s not bad, right?”

Theo turned his whole body to face him, staring like he was speaking another language.

“Is that bad?” he repeated. “Liam. You kissed me—which, great, amazing, ten out of ten, would definitely do again—but then you bit me. While your eyes were red. While your Alpha spark was activating or breaking through or doing whatever the hell it does when that kind of power decides to claim a body. ”

Liam blinked again. Still so baffled. Still gorgeous.

Still sitting on Theo like none of this was world-altering.

Theo huffed. “And because you’re apparently too stupid to realize what that means, let me spell it out for you.”

Liam tilted his head, still playing catch-up.

“You bit me,” Theo said. Slowly. “As an Alpha. Which means you gave me the bite.”

Liam’s brows furrowed. “Okay, but… you’ll heal, right?”

Theo just stared at him for a beat. 

Then pushed Liam off his lap—not violently, just enough to make him tumble back into the passenger seat like a startled kitten. Theo grabbed the steering wheel, gripping it like it might keep him grounded.

“You gave me the bite, Liam. As in the bite that turns humans into werewolves.”

“But you’re not human,” Liam said, confused.

Theo let out a strangled noise. “Correct. I’m not. I’m a freaky science experiment built by psychopaths who rewrote my DNA until I stopped making sense. So this bite? This could either A) finally make me a real werewolf—like, an actual beta with a normal biology—or B…”

He mimed an explosion with both hands. “Kill me. Painfully. Within twenty-four hours.”

Liam’s jaw dropped.

He turned, leaned toward the rearview mirror, and flashed his eyes.

Golden.

Theo watched him in stunned silence as Liam muttered, “Huh. Not red.”

“Oh my God,” Theo groaned, smacking the steering wheel. “Are you seriously more concerned with your eye color than the fact that you might’ve killed me, you absolute dumbass?!”

Liam turned back, guilty and wide-eyed. “I didn’t mean to! I didn’t know!”

Theo threw his hands up. “Of course you didn’t! No one plans to activate their Alpha spark during a makeout session in a grocery store parking lot!”

He dropped back in his seat, rubbing a hand down his face. “This is just my luck. I finally get to kiss the stupid boy I’ve been pining after like a lovesick loser for months—and what do I get? A bite. An accidental bite. So now I either become a real werewolf, which would be wild and kind of poetic, or I die in agony by sunrise. Awesome. Fantastic. Love that for me.”

Liam blinked. “Wait… you’ve been pining after me?”

Theo froze.

His head whipped around so fast it cracked his neck.

“You’re stuck on that part?!”

“I mean, yeah?” Liam said,still wide-eyed.  “You said it. Like out loud. Pining. That’s… a word. With meaning.”

“Are you kidding me?” Theo barked, voice pitching up in disbelief. “I just told you that you might’ve accidentally killed me and that’s what you’re latching onto?”

“You said you were into me.”

Theo shoved the key into the ignition and started the truck. “We’re going to Deaton. Right now. Before I either die or strangle you.”

Liam, still looking dazed and awestruck, murmured, “Pretty sure you moaned.”

“Pretty sure you’re gonna walk home,” Theo snapped.

“You kissed me back.”

“I was concussed by shock.”

“You grabbed my shirt.”

“You bit my neck!”

Liam grinned, completely unapologetic. “And you liked it.”

Theo growled, actually growled, pressing harder on the gas like he could outrun the last ten minutes. 

“I’m dying.”

“You’re probably not.”

“You don’t know that.”

Liam paused, then offered helpfully, “Hayden survived the bite.”

“Hayden didn’t have her inside rearranged by science-worshipping psychopaths with God complexes, Liam.”

“Oh.”

A beat.

“…Right.”

Silence settled between them. Heavy. The low hum of the tires on asphalt the only sound.

Then, softer this time, Liam asked, “…You really like me?”

Theo didn’t answer.

He just gripped the wheel tighter. And drove faster.

—

Luckily, Deaton was still at the clinic when they arrived—probably finishing a late-night check on the animals. HHe looked up as they burst through the side door, eyebrows lifting just slightly at the sight of them: Theo with a fresh bite on his neck, and Liam looking like he’d been kissed senseless.

“Long night?” Deaton asked, voice annoyingly calm.

Theo didn’t respond right away. He perched on the edge of the exam table, avoiding Liam’s gaze and launching into the facts—mostly. He explained that Liam’s eyes had turned red, that he’d been bitten, and that, given his, uh… unique biology, he had no idea what it meant.

He very deliberately left out the part where Liam had been in his lap and moaning like it was a deleted scene from a very different kind of movie.

Deaton listened, hands tucked in his coat pockets, expression unreadable in that Deaton way—but Theo didn’t miss the flicker of realization that crossed his face when he glanced between the bite mark and Liam.

He knew.

Of course he knew.

But he didn’t say a word.

Instead, he hummed thoughtfully and said, “If Liam’s eyes are golden again, then the spark hasn’t fully taken hold. Not yet. Which means the bite wasn’t… complete. Not like it would be from a full Alpha. You should be fine.”

“So I’m not going to die?” Theo asked, voice flat, eyes narrowed.

“I wouldn’t expect that, no,” Deaton said. “But just in case, you shouldn’t be alone tonight. If your body reacts… unexpectedly, I need someone there to call me.”

He said it like it was a simple medical recommendation. But the look he gave them was pointed. Very pointed.

“I’m not going to tell Scott. Or anyone else,” he added, more quietly. “I think you two can handle this. And I trust you,” he looked at Liam now, “to stay with him. Watch for any changes.”

Liam nodded immediately. “I will.”

Theo rolled his eyes. “Fantastic. Bite someone once and suddenly you're assigned night duty.”

Deaton didn’t dignify that with a response. Just gave him a look that said, you’re not half as annoyed as you want me to believe, and disappeared down the hall, leaving them to see themselves out.

—-

Back in the truck, the silence was different now. Heavier. Not awkward—just charged.

Liam was watching him again. Quiet. Intent. Like he couldn’t help it.

Theo started the engine, eyes forward. “You’re still staring.”

“You still kissed me.”

Theo drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “This conversation again?”

“We didn’t finish it,” Liam said simply. “And Deaton didn’t say you’re dying, so… we’ve got time.”

Theo let out a long breath through his nose. “You’re really gonna make me do this, huh.”

Liam shrugged, a smile tugging at his mouth. “You did say you’ve been pining.”

“I was emotional. Possibly delirious. Also bleeding.”

“Doesn’t sound like a denial.”

Theo shot him a sharp look. “I kissed you back because you caught me off guard.”

“You slid your hands under my shirt.”

“I was verifying your abs were real and not a product of Photoshop and fragile masculinity.”

“Uh-huh. You literally offered your neck to me.”

Theo’s lips twitched. Just barely. “Well, you do get bitey when you’re turned on.”

Liam flushed immediately, a red tint blooming across his cheeks like it couldn’t decide if it wanted to fade or deepen. Theo’s eyes snapped to the subtle shift in color, noticed the way Liam’s scent spiked—nervous, warm, and laced with a very specific kind of tension.

He didn’t say anything.

But he filed it away like he always did. Neatly. Precisely. Something to unravel later. Like a gift.

Liam cleared his throat. “I wasn’t turned on, I was just—okay, maybe slightly. But I was literally in your lap, and you—”

Theo held up a hand. “You really don’t need to explain how my entire existence overwhelms your teenage hormonal brain.”

Liam made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a flustered wheeze.

Theo smirked, eyes back on the road. “You’re enjoying this.”

“I’ve had a crush on you since, like… probably since you tried to kill me, which is weird and possibly something for a therapist,” Liam admitted. “So yeah. I’m kinda enjoying this.”

Theo finally looked over..

Really looked.

And Liam wasn’t grinning now. He was just… open. Honest. 

“You like me,” Theo said, testing the weight of it aloud.

Liam nodded. “I do.”

Theo narrowed his eyes. “And you’re not freaking out over the fact that you might be becoming an Alpha and your first move was to bite me like some horny werewolf-vampire hybrid?”

Liam leaned in, grinning. “I mean... no. Because I didn’t kill you. And also? You kissed me back.”

Theo rolled his eyes and stared out the windshield. “I’m going to regret telling you anything.”

Liam’s smile turned soft again. “We could go back to your place.”

Theo gave him a sidelong glance. “If you’re expecting sex, I’m still mildly traumatized and may or may not be partially infected with supernatural venom.”

Liam choked slightly—just enough for Theo to glance back over and smirk. Because yeah, there it was again. That scent spike. That warm flush. Nervousness tinged with something distinctly not nervous.

“Relax,” Liam said, recovering with only a hint of a crack in his voice. “I meant hanging out. Watching a movie. Maybe couch cuddling. I’m not that much of a perv.”

“Sure you’re not,” Theo said smoothly. “You only dry-humped me in a grocery store parking lot.”

“You were into it.”

Theo didn’t deny that.

And Liam knew it. Which is why he was smirking again.

Theo refused to let him win this round. So instead, he said coolly, “I guess I can tolerate your presence for a few hours.”

“Hours?” Liam echoed. “I was planning to stay all night.”

“You’re a menace.”

“You’re soft for me.”

“Lies.”

“You keep looking at my mouth.”

Theo stepped on the gas. “Say one more word, and you’re sleeping on the floor.”

Liam was still grinning when they pulled into the lot outside Theos place.

—

Theo’s apartment was small—barely lived in, borderline minimalist, but clean. It

Liam walked in like he’d done it before, kicked off his shoes, and sprawled across the couch like it was his. 

Theo let him. 

Mostly because it was… weirdly nice, watching Liam fit so easily into the space that had always felt too quiet.

Theo tossed him a blanket, then dropped down beside him. Not close. Not touching.

Not until Liam shifted closer without asking and slung his leg lazily over Theo’s thigh.

And then it was over.

The second kiss happened somewhere in between bickering about which movie to put on and Liam mumbling, “You’re just stalling because you want me to kiss you again.”

Theo leaned in and kissed him just to shut him up.

It was slower this time. Less chaos. More control. 

Lips brushing over skin like they had all night to get there. 

Fingers skimming ribs, threading into hair, slipping under fabric.

Warm. 

Steady. 

Intentional.

Theo kissed like he’d been waiting for months, because he had.

And Liam kissed like he wanted it to last forever

They didn’t go further than kissing. They didn’t need to. 

Touches lingered. 

Breath mingled. 

They stayed tangled together on the couch under the blanket, skin pressed to skin in slow-burning silence. 

Liam fell asleep eventually, one arm flung over Theo’s chest like he was trying to keep him from going anywhere.

Theo didn’t sleep right away.

He stayed awake, listening to Liam’s heartbeat, feeling his breath on his collarbone. Trying not to think about how much this already felt like a memory. Like something he wanted to keep.

—

It was almost dawn when Liam stirred, face buried against Theo’s neck, voice gravel-soft.

“You know,” he mumbled, lips brushing skin, “you’re lucky.”

Theo blinked, still wrapped up in the feel of him. “Lucky?”

“Yeah,” Liam said, pressing a lazy kiss to the edge of Theo’s jaw. “You got kissed and bitten by me. And you were very into it, by the way.”

Theo huffed, shaking his head but smiling anyway.

“I almost died.”

“You didn’t.”

“You almost Alpha’d me to death in a truck.”

“You offered your neck.”

“You growled.”

“You moaned.”

Theo sighed and rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Yeah,” he said, voice low and full of fondness. “Just my luck.”

[oxymoronicdumbass]

i have such a love-hate relationship with being autistic because on one hand, i know that i will never be able to function in a way that is deemed “normal” in society, but on the other hand, there are very few other things that can possess you with the ability to spend 5 straight minutes jumping up and down because of one sentence in a fanfic

[skarkkk]

People are so sick they make me want to vomit. Stop writing like Robby cheated on his girlfriend when he was raped, stop acting like it was cheating and not the fucking rape, my god, I have no patience for that kind of people because it's the height of stupidity.

People hate him for nothing and for nothing. And yes I say nothing, don't get me wrong, I completely understand the whole situation of the third season, but fuck it??? If the characters themselves forgave, moved on (not in the way I wanted it to be developed, but you can't expect much from a Netflix series) what the fuck are you going to do?? ( And I'm not even going to say my opinion about the fight because it would be an even bigger outbreak)

They put Kyler as a joke, Tory as a very deep plan that was never touched on again and now Zara and Robby as cheating??? It's disgusting.

I search the Robby Keene tag on ao3 and I want him to be comforted by someone trustworthy (give him happiness, I dare you Netflix) and so far I've only found three, three that were actually good, because the rest either make the situation 100% worse for no reason or are about things that have nothing to do with the situation. Give him a trustworthy adult who actually works, here we believe that Amanda would have done it differently and that she would see the situation because she seems to be the only sane one in this whole karate thing (and Shawn, but that's another thing).

I hate that they're going to treat it as a cheat plot in the last part, I hate that they're going to romanticize this as much as fucking hell and that it's going to fuck with Robby even more for no reason. It was completely UNNECESSARY to put SA there or at all other times and it's not even used for character development, for the plot, or who knows what, but for a fucking joke, a cheat plot to mess with the best couple in the series.

Fuck it, forever faithful to the opinion that Robby deserves much more.

Tumblr, surprisingly even though it's an american app, is safer to discuss this than with the brazilian fandom on TikTok, holy shit.

This post shouldn't even be this long, but I can't help myself.

[sunsetsandsunshine]

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So…yeah guys! As promised (and most DEF not a couple days late…): here is the poll determining which should be my first fic I post of Ao3 😌💞!!!

If you need a reading refresher to decide which fic to pick, I linked my TMNT masterpost down below ☺️💕:

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