#this is why viktor WILL be getting punched in the face in this fic

[eclipsewxtch]

i don’t love catvi as much as i did in s1 bc caitlyn became a fascist and im not ashamed to admit that.

the same way im not ecstatic over jayvik like. yeah, ok, viktor repented sorta but the repenting in question was like. a future ominous grim reaper version of himself and LITERAL death after a love confession. sooooo.

like. i like timebomb, i like catvi, i like jayvik i don’t hate any of them. but one was a psychopath with a bomb fixation, one was a mini-dictator, and one was a cult-leader who was pro-eugenics. like. was it objectively funny who much these three changed in the timespan of two seasons and one (1) of them became somewhat of a good person?? well—yes—BUT! it was still batshit crazy. which is why i need/read canon divergence and/or modern au timebomb to heal. same with catvi and jayvik. the ship art of the canon timeline? amazing spectacular. beautiful ships, beautiful stories—i STILL need that caitlyn repentance.

i don’t CARE if caitlyn apologized off screen that shit needs to be ON SCREEN. LoL AND ARCANE DIRECTORS RELEASE THOSE DELETED SCENES NOW

[arcade-writing]

Plaese

I could write an imagine where reader is a magical being with powers equal to the X-men character storm, but she has an advantage she has angel wings and is in love with viktor and decides to show her wings to him so viktor can help her clean it up. las, may contain smut, if you feel comfortable.thanks

Omg first request on this blog! This Is awesome!

I love the X-Men, tbh Im a giant nerd for hero movies. The X-Men series was my favourite. I remember watching the cartoons and still watch the older movies.

But anyways- lets get this started!

Tangled up

🍋 Fic

pairing: Viktor X fem!Reader

Warning: electricity kink, wing kink, canes being used how they shouldn't, blow jobs, riding, slight nipple play

Requests are open!

Hope you enjoy! I wasn't sure what kind of smut you wanted so I hope this pleases you!

Viktor has always found you interesting. You were a recluse much like him, stuck in your own part of the academy delving further into your work. You often went on walks near the lab when something wasn't going right. Your thoughts spiraling as you tried to figure out what you were doing wrong.

That's how you met. You were pacing outside, hardly focusing on where you were until you bumped into him. Before he could even fear hitting the floor you had your hands on his waist. Keeping him still as you frantically apologized. He was in awe at your strength.

Sure, he has a meat head of a partner already but what really struck him was finding out you weren't very active. It seems your walks around were the most exercise you seemed to do.

Then it was the long jackets you always wore. It was the best way to know where you were in a crowd - always look for the long coat stitched at the back like a corset. He couldn't think of a time he saw you without it. But whilst he was curious, he didn't feel the need to ask.

And finally, what intrigued him the most was the way you could make any Machine spring to life. He tried watching your hands work many times but still can't figure out how you do it. You pull cords and rustle in the cogs and wheels before it suddenly sparks.

It was like magic.

You were a private person. He respected that as, after all, he was the same. But he was so use to being around jayce he expected you to be an open book. To where your heart on your sleeve - it startled him when you weren't. Even sky was always obvious about her feelings. Those were the people he was use to attracting but once again, you were different.

But due to your private nature he never expected to be in this situation. What situation? You had him locked in the lab, your usual jacket was thrown off and messy matted wings were drooping off your back.

"Viktor-?" You asked, fiddling with your fingers.

"you need...my help?" You nodded in response. His face scrunched as he thought. "These are not my expertise."

You immediately deflated at his words. "Please, I don't trust anyone more than you - I just need some assistance."

He couldn't deny that he was buzzing at the sight of this new discovery. Whilst your request to help get the molting feathers stuck to you was underwhelming, it could also give him an opportunity to study you further.

He shook his head. Clearing his mind as he turned on the Hexclaw - glancing to you.

"Come sit, this will be strong enough to hold them."

"isn't that a laser?" You pointed to the hole in the hands palm, stepping back.

"you really 'tink I would make this without giving it multiple purposes?" He raised his brow.

"I'm trusting you - if I get laser blasted in any way, I'll punch you."

Oh he was aware. Of all people to trust with this secret - you chose him. Why? He would like to consider you both close but this was unheard-of. A human with organic animal traits? He's never seen such a thing in Piltover or Zaun. But your existence showed it to be possible.

You sat on the stool, nervously watching the claw whirr to life. It clamped on the edge of your wing. Slowly picking it up until it was completely spread. You appreciated Viktors gentleness. Or atleast attempts - the claw did dig into your bone a little but it wasn't painful.

"how did it get this bad?" He asked, circling around you to get your lifted wing. He leaned on his cane as he inspected it. Trying to not get too close incase you got startled.

"I usually wear something to bind them - hence the jacket, it covers them whilst I'm in public." You sighed. Remembering the long process of getting use to being restricted. The anxiety that chewed at you when you were locked away in your lab that someone will somehow see you.

You weren't ready to be known like that. You only wanted Viktor to know. Only he could.

"But it tends to be pretty tight and messes up my feathers, I'm starting to mault and well- it just made everything tangle."

He hummed. Gesturing if he could touch, you nodded. Viktor gently tugged at the most noticeable tangled bunch. You hissed in pain as you felt it pull. He muttered an apology before shuffling to his desk. Bringing out a small comb and a smallbox. You looked at him curiously as he returned.

"I am going to see if I can de-tangle it." He pushed a chair closer to him with his better leg, sitting down right by your wing.

"what's in the box?"

"Gel, jayce got it for me since I kept knotting my hair but I've never really used it."

"no wonder its such a mess." You huffed out a laugh.

You hissed again when he used the skinny handle of the comb to pull at your feathers. Carefully pulling them apart until it no longer clumped. He rubbed in the gel, cringing at the texture and probably the fact he was using something for hair for feathers. Wasn't really the same thing. But it was all he had.

And that's how he went through with it; rubbing in the gel to any part that knotted. Using the combs handle to pull at it and used his hands to smooth it out. Dragging his nails along your wings to search for any more tangles and get out any maulting feather.

Your cheeks went pink as you could feel how gentle he was being with you. Moving your other Wing to your lap, picking at what you could and plucking out any loose feathers. You bit back the gasp that threatened to squeak out; spinning around to see what he was doing. Viktor was in his own world, twirling his hair as he dragged his nails through your feathers. Trailing his fingers towards the top of your wings, feeling the bone beneath. You shivered at his touch.

"fascinating." He muttered.

"V-Viktor?" You called.

He snapped out of his thoughts and yanked his hand away. "I was stuck in thought - I've never seen wings like yours before."

"it's fine...I was just surprised."

"I'll attend to your other Wing- if you wish."

You nodded your head. Afraid that your words will become out more desperate than you wanted. The Hexclaw dropped your now soothed out wing and he did the same thing for the other. How long did you two sit with each other? He was now more aware of what to do and was able to pick what was left with ease.

You jumped when he grabbed a fistful of feathers.

"Does that hurt?" He asked, loosening his grasp.

"a little." You huffed.

He hummed, giving it a harsh tug that made you seeing stars. Hands shaking as you choked on your moan, trying hard to not let it slip out. You turned, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulled. Copying exactly what he did to you and he let out a noise of surprise.

"did that hurt?" You mocked.

"I see your point."

His cheeks were pink as he stood up, using the table to stabilize himself. He walked Infront of you, one hand in his pocket as he looked down. A mischievous smile on his face with a dangerous twinkle in his eye.

"I am curious, is there any other part of you part bird? Or just the wings?"

"just the wings...." Your voice trailed as you tried to keep your eyes on his. Gaze flickering down, you were now eye level to his crotch. You'd have to bend down a little to be perfect eye level but it was still tempting you regardless.

"Can you fly?"

"Yes but I've become rusty at it since coming to Piltover."

You could feel sparks on your finger tips. Your emotions spiraling as you fought back every instinct to touch him. You doubt he felt the same towards you. You've been crushing on him since your first meeting - he was pretty. And then made your feelings grow bigger by talking to you. Trying to include you when you passed by his lab.

Your eyes snapped to his hand. Refocusing your attention so he wouldn't see your struggle. It only made your thoughts worse. Watching his slender fingers curl around his cane, a tendon popping out as his grip tightened. Such delicate hands. Talented hands. You've seen his Inventions - he was a master with them.

His other hand reached out much to your surprise. Your hands accidentally smacking against each other. He cursed as he yanked his hand back, looking between his hand and yours.

"You can produce an electric charge." He pointed out.

"oh-!" You jumped up. Cursing to yourself as you tried to stop the brewing magic tingling your hands. "Im- I'm also magical."

"only electricity?"

"Well- it's more complicated than that, it's lightening and when my kind are more in control with their magic we can also cause thunder - it's difficult to control both right now."

"that's how you do it." He snapped his fingers, your whole body jolted up. Sitting straighter and looked up at him.

"do what?" You asked, tilting your head.

"Charge my inventions! here I thought you were fixing flaws in my mechanics but no, you were using your powers to give them life - which is - uhh eh- showing off but I'll forgive you."

"you caught me." You sighed.

"You are remarkable."

Your cheeks were set aflame. Taken back but his words as you tried to stutter out a remark. He left you further fumbling as he gave you his hand.

"shock me again." He insisted.

You immediately declined. Fearing for his safety.

"It's only a small spark - I'll be fine."

You wanted to question why but knowing Viktor it was something scientific. He did have a habit of disregarding his safety to satisfy his curiosity. You took in a deep breath as you conjured a light spark between your fingers, grazing his hand as he jumped.

A large grin was on his face. His ears turning red as his gaze changed. He was looking at you with an unfamiliar flicker. You felt yourself throb, you didn't even notice you leaned forward. Your hands crawling up his thigh until you heard him grasp.

"i--- IM SORRY-!" You tried to move back but he grabbed your wrist. Pulling you back to his crotch.

"You've been so good, answering all my questions, letting me handle your wings - I should reward you."

Was this really happening? Did those words really just leave his mouth. He gave you a moment; waiting for any signs to protest or reject him but you just sat there. Stunned. He slowly unbuttoned his pants, his breath stuttering as he pulled his semi hard cock from his briefs.

"Go on, take it."

You leaped forward, grabbing your hand around the base as you held his thigh with your other hand. Keeping him steady as you moved. Taking him in your mouth with a shudder. He was bigger than you expected. You swallowed as much as you could. Sinking your head down until you couldn't anymore. You could feel him in your throat already. You looked up at him as you began to bop your head. He Moaned as he held your head.

Realization hit you. This was Viktors cock in your mouth. You were sucking him off. He liked you enough to let you do this. He WANTED you to do this.

You moaned, your pace picking up as you swirled your tongue around him. Your hands shifted, one on his hip and the other grabbed his ass. He let out a groan as your nails digged into his plump rear. You thrusted his hips forward, making him fuck into your mouth.

He hunched over, his cane threatening to fall out of his grasp as he tried to move himself at the rapid tempo your head was moving. His eyes rolling back when your tongue lapped up his tip.

"im gonna-" Viktor gasped out as he tried to pull away. unsure what you wanted but you just looked at him with eager eyes. Thrusting his hips until tears stung your ears as you gagged around him. You finally took all of him and it was too much for him.

He spilled his load down your throat. Moaning as you swallowed. You drank up what you could before leaning back. Gasping for air as you watched his cock twitch. Still hard.

"Are you sure that isn't another one of your powers?" He chuckled. Stumbling to a chair to sit.

You barked out a laugh. Shaking your head. Eyes fluttering down to his cock. You rubbed your thighs together as an idea struck you. You slowly stood up and began stripping. Making sure to arch your back to show off your breasts, Swaying your hips as you started pulling down your pants.

"You were so curious about my body earlier - it would only be fair I let you examine me."

He sat up, gulping as a smile stretched out on his lips. He could feel his mouth water when you turned, spreading your legs as you bent over. Slowly pulling off your underwear to show off your slick folds. Your wings fluttered feeling his eyes trained on you.

You stood back up, kicking your clothes to an unknown corner. Turning your head to him with a grin.

"How kind of you." He smirked.

He pulled you to his desk. Tapping an empty spot and you immediately jumped up but he shook his head.

"turn around, I'm not done examining your wings."

You turned and sat on your knees. His hand went on your back, pushing you until you were laying on your stomach with your slightly ass in the air. You were giddy with excitement when you felt his hand trail down your wings.

Steadying himself against the table as he used the handle of his cane to lift and move your wing. Running it down your back until you felt it Tap your thigh.

"spread them." He ordered.

You nodded your head, spreading your legs further, lifting your ass higher. Your words caught in your throat you felt the handle rub against your folds. He balanced it so pressed against your clit. You moaned as you grinded against it.

He tugged a fist of feathers again. You groaned as you clenched around nothing. Free to express your pleasure as he dragged his fingers through them.

Every jump and shift made the handle rub against you perfectly. You were shaking as you felt your brain go fuzzy. Sparks lighting up your nerves as he yanked another fistful.

"Viktor....I'm- I'm gonna cum-"

"Already? I haven't even fucked you yet." He scoffed. Smiling as he removed his cane. You whined in protest.

Viktor just shook his head. Pulling you back and lined himself up to your entrance.

"Do you not want me to fuck you, then? I can just sit back and watch you touch yourself instead."

You shuddered as the head of his cock rubbed against your clit. God's- he was too much.

"no- please- fuck me." You whimpered, pressing against him.

You both gasped as the head of his cock pushed between your folds. He slowly sank into you, his hold faltered as he leaned against you.

"we might need to change positions." You could hear the frown in his voice.

But you didn't let that stop you. You slipped off the desk and kissed his cheek. Rushing off to grab your clothes whilst he watched with slight fear. You folded your clothes along the desk to make it more comfortable and turned back to him.

"lay down."

He slowly nodded. Following your request as he adjusted his position. You took your time to make sure your clothes were placed under his bad knee and tailbone. His face was red as he laid there.

"thank you." He smiled. Kissing your hand.

You felt your soul light up as you leaped onto the desk. suddenly pulling off his trousers much to his surprise. Folding them to the side and threw his briefs elsewhere. You used his trousers to add extra plush under his bad leg. Knowing a pillow would of been better but you were doing what you could for him.

You straddled his thighs, hovering just above them so you didn't add any weight to his legs. Hands trailing up until you were holding his cock. An idea popped into your head as you conjured lightening.

The shock went straight to his cock causing him to jump. He let out the loudest moan you've ever heard. Pre-cum already drooling out as his dick twitched.

"do that again-!" He barked out. "Please- please-"

You pressed your thumb to his tip and let out another spark. His back arched as he trembled. Your eyes went dark as you grabbed his vest, practically ripping it in half as the buttons clattered on the floor. He didn't expect this sudden change of behaviour. You were unhinged in your pursuit to pleasure him.

Sucking his nipples as one hand jerked him off whilst the other was pinching his other nipple. Shocking him where he was most sensitive.

He whimpered as he cummed. It splattered on both of your stomachs as he squirmed.

"i thought you wanted me to fuck you--" he tried to sound smug but he was a mess.

He gasped as you suddenly lined him up at your folds. Sinking down on his length before suddenly slamming down. Taking every inch. You threw your head forward as you leaned against his chest.

"You feel so- Cítíš se tak dobře." Hearing his mother language did something to your brain.

You sat up, keeping one hand on his chest as you bounced. Both of you too far gone to be bothered by the lewd noises that was being made between you.

"good girl- keep-" his own moans cut him off.

Your moans filled the room as your wings spasmed behind you. Stretching to full height as he jerked his hips up. His thumb pressed against your clit as he rolled and rubbed it.

"oh- Viktor-!"

You were seeing stars as you came. It crashed like a wave as your head threw back. Thunder shaking the sky as the lights flickered. Viktor whimpered as he felt overstimulation take over.

You dropped as soon as the adrenaline died. Both of you panting as his soft cock slipped out of you. You sat up once you felt your energy come back, he looked ready to fall asleep.

"hey- Viktor." You mumbled, nudging him.

He let out a noise, barely able to keep his gaze focused.

"i love you." You giggled.

"i would hope so, you were bouncing on my cock a moment again."

You both laughed as you rolled over, pulling him close to you.

"i love you aswell, my dear." He kissed you, deep and meaningful as the lights finally turned back on.

[seconds-not-decades]

Step {Back} In Time

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Fem! OC

Author's Note: Hello and welcome. This is my season two fic (and sequel to Time and Chase). I will be posting daily. *Please note that I am well aware that Elliot Page portrays Viktor, but due to season two being before his transition, that is why his character is still Vanya. I am not deadnaming him and I sincerely hope I don't come across as such. I will transition when I write season three.*

Warnings: Slightly long post, cursing, violence, and injuries.

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The Majestic 12

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On April the 1st, 2019, the Earth was destroyed in a cataclysmic event.

Billions of people were wiped out in a matter of minutes.

Ironically, the seven survivors of the apocalypse were the very family members who brought it on.

~ * ~

Five and Karina were standing outside Luther's apartment, waiting with the car. Vanya was inside Luther's apartment, tending to his injuries.

"Do you think Vanya will be okay in there?" Karina fiddled with her ring some.

"Yeah, I think they're fine," he nodded, arms crossed over his chest.

Five couldn't be more wrong. Suddenly, Luther punched a giant hole in the wall, causing a bunch of bricks to fall. He death glared down at the two. Five scoffed up at him and grinned in amusement.

"As you were saying?" Karina looked at him before Vanya appeared.

And she definitely didn't look too happy either as Five and Karina went over to her.

"Well, that clearly went well," Five commented. "You ready to go?" he followed her.

"I'm going back to the farm," Vanya spoke.

"Hey. Unacceptable, Vanya!" Five ran to her side. "Remember, we need to stick together."

"Oh, why, so I don't end the world again?" she turned to face him and Karina shot Five a "told you you should have told her" look.

Five whipped to look up at Luther as Vanya got into the car. "Stupid-" Five broke off.

"Were you even gonna tell me?" Vanya questioned.

"You know what? In my defense, no, all right?" Five responded honestly. "And can you blame me? When you…you get angry, shit blows up."

"Great. Are there any other family secrets you failed to mention?" Vanya scoffed before getting in her car.

Five groaned as she shut the door on him. "A boatload, Vanya, which I don't have the luxury of sharing them with the-" he sighed and knocked on the window.

Vanya grudgingly rolled it down.

"The clock is ticking on doomsday. Just tell me that when I need you, you'll be ready," he continued.

"I can't help you, Five," she returned and Five looked almost crestfallen. "I don't even know who I am."

"You're our sister!" he exclaimed as she started the car engine. "And a member of the Umbrella Academy. Like it or not, that's who you are."

"Look, that's who I was, okay?" Vanya looked at him. "New timeline, new me."

"No, that's not how it work-" Five shouted as she drove away and he threw his hands up. He sighed.

"Rounding up your family has been going wondrously splendid, I'd say," Karina rather sarcastically observed.

Five held back an eye roll as he looked up at Luther. Luther stuck up his middle finger at the couple and Five shot him an exasperated look.

"Wonder if it's too late to be un-adopted," Five scoffed, wrapping his arm around Karina's waist and walking away with her by his side.

~ * ~

Five and Karina were back at Elliot's. Karina was helping Lila change Diego's dressing and making sure his wound was healing properly.

"So, what, you just let her go?" Diego questioned.

"Well, Vanya had a lot to process," Five admitted with a sigh, pacing around. "She'll come around. I know she will."

"What about the guys that went after her?"

"The Swedes?"

"Yeah, I mean, how do you know they won't go after her again?" Diego reasoned as Elliot handed out cups of coffee and/or tea.

"We don't," Karina replied.

"Mm, any idea who sent them?" Lila piped up.

"Oh, I have my suspicions," Five's eyes flicked to her briefly. He shot her a sarcastic smile as he picked up a cup of coffee. "But right now, our priority is finding Dad and getting answers, 'cause everything else depends on it."

"Which, for the record, I found him already," Diego remarked.

"And then let him go before we could have a meaningful conversation," Five pointed out as he sat down across from them.

"He stabbed me."

"I'm surprised he waited this long, Diego. We've all had the urge," Five shot back instantly.

Lila laughed and Elliott chuckled.

"Good one," Lila held her hand up to give Five a high five, but he glanced at her suspiciously.

"Good thing I know where Dad's gonna be tonight," he continued, pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to his brother.

Diego sighed as he snatched it. "Where'd you get this?"

"Found it at his office while he was busy stabbing you."

Diego laughed sarcastically and mockingly.

"Hmm," Lila mused.

"'Hoyt Hillenkoetter and the Consulate General of Mexico in Dallas cordially invite you to a gala'," Karina read off.

"Whoa, wait," Elliot spoke up, stunned. "Hoyt Hillenkoetter?" he repeated, causing everyone to look at him. "Are you serious?"

"You know him?" Five questioned as Lila gasped out, "We should go. Says there's gonna be a seafood tower."

"No, Hillenkoetter is…is one of the Majestic Twelve," Elliot corrected.

"The hell is the Majestic Twelve?" Diego frowned.

"What?" Elliot went over to a table and everyone watched him. "It's a…a secret committee. Uh, scientists, military, uh, deep state. No one knows what they really do."

"Wait, so they're government?" Diego grunted as he sat up.

"Shadow government," Elliot corrected him. "Yeah, Kennedy was the first president to try to push 'em into the light, but these guys are not to be trifled with. Oh…" he found a piece of paper. "Oh, here we go. Ah, right here." He went over and laid the paper down on the table for them to see. "This, uh…oh, right here." He pointed to a man in the photo. "That's Hoyt right there."

"Huh," everyone grunted, studying the photograph.

"I only count 11," Karina announced softly.

"Well, that's because they've only identified 11 so far," Elliot returned.

"Who's the twelfth?" Diego wanted to know.

Five looked at him knowingly and the two realized who it was in that moment:

Sir Reginald Hargreeves.

~ * ~

Diego, Lila, Five, and Karina were hiding behind a wall right outside of the rather large, lovely building.

Diego was the first to climb it and the others followed, crouching behind a car.

"So, what's the plan?" Karina softly asked.

"We infiltrate, we identify, we extract. Double time," Diego replied.

"What the hell's he talking about?" Lila glanced back at Five.

"Find the old man and get out fast," he replied simply.

"That's what I said," Diego remarked. "On me." He slipped off to hide behind another car.

"After you two," Lila told Five and Karina. Though Five's eyes narrowed and he was staring her down. "What, I can't be polite?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Cut the crap, all right?" Five rather harshly stated. "My dimwitted brother might buy your bullshit, but I don't trust you for a second."

"O ye of little faith."

"Stick it up your ass."

"Any chance we can proceed to get inside before something or someone accidentally blows our cover somehow?" Karina cut through the rising tension.

Five was fake smiling at Lila, daring her to make a move. Lila scoffed and ducked to join Diego.

Karina started to go first.

"What-wait!" Five grabbed her wrist.

"I know you don't trust Lila and nor do I, but you need to remember to be a little more civilized before you get into close proximity with her again," Karina eyed him.

"Rina, I'm telling, something's not adding up about her. She gives me a bad feeling."

"As do I. But right now, we have to put aside those feelings and find Sir Reginald."

"Fine."

Karina gave him a smile and a kiss on the cheek before the two joined Diego and Lila. Soon the four ducked and ran inside the place.

The party seemed to be in full swing. Slow mariachi music played in the background and there was an overlapping chatter in the air. The four went inside and immediately Five slid off two flutes of champagne from the server, handing one to Karina. They followed Diego and Lila, looking around at the dressed up crowds.

They paused in an uncrowded part of the hallway.

"I don't see Dad anywhere," Diego announced.

"Just keep an eye out for the Majestic Twelve," Five tucked Karina's hand into his elbow rather formally and politely. "We got the upstairs. Diego, try not to do anything too stupid."

Lila chuckled as Five led Karina off and the two snuck off upstairs.

"Do you think this is a good idea?" she asked him quietly as they journeyed up to the second floor.

"No. But we don't have much other choice," Five sighed.

"I have a bad feeling about this. It feels like something's wrong."

He paused and glanced at Karina in concern. "Are you okay? Your face is paler than normal."

"I'm fine. Probably just the heat and this dress," she laughed it off, glancing down at her knee length purple dress.

Though she liked it, heat or not. Five surprised her with it and she didn't know where he got it. More or less how.

"You look lovely, darling," he smiled and kissed her cheek. "The pearls make for a good addition."

Karina blushed but stiffened when footsteps approached down the hall. Instantly, Five blinked the two into a random room near them. A group of well dressed, older men filed by and disappeared into a meeting room not far from where the two were hiding. Once they were all gone, the two quietly snuck out of the room and Five shut the door. He glanced at her and blinked them out of the hall.

They reappeared in a closet in the room where the men were gathered. Five made his way towards the door, peeking through the blinds. Karina was pressed against his side.

"The president is continuing to make inquiries into Roswell and the other crash sites, gentlemen," a man informed. "And, as you know, we cannot allow him to get his nose into our business. I've confirmed the motorcade will indeed be turning left on Elm Street. We'll have our people in place."

"Gentlemen, this plan of yours seems ill-timed," Sir Reginald himself spoke.

"It's going to be a turkey shoot," another man remarked.

A soft clatter in the distance made Sir Reginald's head whip around in the direction of the noise.

"Dad?" Five whispered, his grip around Karina's waist tightening ever so slightly.

"Shhh," Sir Reginald hushed the others, slowly getting up. He got an object near the fireplace and headed over to the closet.

Five watched him closely as Karina subtly tapped the back of his hand. He quickly blinked them out just before Reginald started stabbing at the door.

They reappeared in the hall of the second floor, exhaling sharply. Five turned and saw Otto standing there.

"Shit!" he drew out as Otto grabbed Five and slammed him against the wall. Five grunted and blinked out before he was ran into the other wall.

Five blinked and then reappeared behind him. Karina punched him as Five kicked him in the back of his leg, sending him to his knees. Five jumped on his back and tried to strangle him. The brother ended up flipping Five over him, making him land on Karina as they cried out in pain.

"Goddamnit!" Karina yelped.

Five blinked off of her. Karina kicked Otto and rolled out of the way before she got punched. Five reappeared again behind them as she ran to his side. He tried to blink them out, but only faint orbs of blue sputtered from his fists.

"Oh, shit," Five drew out before he got punched.

Karina ducked and tried to block one, but Otto grabbed her and slammed her into the wall.

"Rina!" Five yelled before Otto punched him again.

Karina groaned in pain, clutching her head as she stumbled to her feet. Diego came upstairs at that moment and saw Otto alternating between beating up the couple.

"Five! Karina!" he gasped before Oscar tried to strangle him. Axel took on beating up Diego.

Karina barely got to her feet before she leapt onto Otto's back, wrapping her arm around his throat tightly to give Five a break.

"Come on!" she grunted as he ended up jumping and landing on his back, crushing her beneath him.

She screamed out in pain when she banged her head on the floor so hard she could have sworn she saw stars. In a dizzy spell, she tried to get to her feet but Otto kicked her in the face and knocked her back down.

"Rina, hold on, love!" Five yanked Otto away from her and Otto whipped around to punch him.

Lila got upstairs to see the chaos. Diego was still getting beat up by Axel and Oscar while Otto punched Five in the stomach, knocking him into the wall. Karina slipped her heel off and hit Otto with it. He stumbled back before she kicked him across the face but he caught her leg, sweeping out beneath her and making her fall. Before she could react, he kicked her in the ribs.

"Lila! Help me!" Diego choked out when he saw her. "Lila! Help…" he was desperately gazing at her.

Lila's eyes flicked to Five and she grabbed one of his knives sticking out of the wardrobe, taking off to rescue him and Karina. Diego groaned when he got punched in the face. Lila leapt off the wall and grabbed the chandelier, wrapping her legs around Otto and trying to suffocate him. Five fell to his knees, watching her as he shakily helped Karina sit up, though she was gasping for air. Otto ended up flipping Lila off of him and she rolled out of it, looking up at Five.

"You're welcome," she remarked.

Five's eyes widened as he saw Otto stumble to his feet and he ran to him, knocking him out the window. Lila went over to gently help Karina stand up.

"You don't look too hot there," Lila noticed the bloody cuts.

Karina waved it off, clutching her side. "It could be worse," she wheezed out.

Five looked out the window to see Sir Reginald with Grace below. He looked at Karina apologetically, taking him with her as they blinked out.

They reappeared behind the side of the building and Karina ended up turning away from Five and throwing up, bracing the wall for support.

"Rina! Shit, Rina, oh my God, darling, are you okay?" Five steadied her.

"Ask me that again tomorrow," she faintly whispered, swallowing hard. "Five, Reginald…" she pointed to him about to get into his car. "Go…" she sank to the ground, trying to make the world stop spinning.

Five smoothed some hair out of her face and kissed her forehead hastily. He raced out as Sir Reginald was about to get in his car and he started yelling to him in Ancient Greek. Reginald turned to face him as he continued, desperately trying to get him to come over.

Without so much a response or an acknowledgement, Reginald got into his car and it whisked him away. Five watched him go as Karina weakly joined his side.

"Five?" she glanced at him as Diego and Lila raced over to them.

"Was that him?" Diego asked.

"Yeah," Five brought Karina to his side, supporting her as she leaned into him.

All four took a collective breath.

~ * ~

[bradley-martin]

Heyy I'm reading your YOI fic "The Bachelors" and it is one of the most entertaining, amazing fics I have ever read!!

I love it so much, your characterisation is beautiful, the writing is brilliant and I love the plot!

I was hoping you might finish the fic? I've just finished the first chapter but I'm hooked and was sad to see you've only posted half of it. If you do choose not to finish it, could you please tell me what you had hoped for the rest of the plot? Like how you would have ended it?

Thank you, I love your work and am planning on reading all your fics on ao3 :))

💗💗💗💗💗💗

Okay, so I first saw this a couple months ago (I don’t know why I didn’t see it when you originally sent it, several months before that), and so I have no idea if you’ll ever see this. However, it did spiral me into a bit of an existential crisis about that fic and caused me to reread it. The thing is, I probably would’ve finished the fic if we ever got a season two, but considering that seems like it’ll never happen, I just don’t think I’d ever go back to it. (I do have half of a Leoji oneshot written that I might finish and post if I feel inspired whenever I end up rewatching the show, but that’s a different story)

Also — thanks for your kind words! The fic was a lot of work from both me and my co-author @florence--pugh so I’m glad it’s still being appreciated!

Spoilers for the rest of the fic under the cut.

Chapter 6

Location: Namale Island Resort (Fiji)

Group date: one of those offensive cultural appropriation-type dates that The Bachelor loves to do. Leo and Guang Hong have an almost kiss.

One-on-one date: Yuri and Otabek finally have their first one-on-one (as promised in ch5). They go snorkeling and mostly just hang out. Production is true to their word and just lets them have a nice, romantic time. Otabek gives Yuri some kind of cute, small gift. Yuri ends the date being completely convinced that Otabek only acts this way around him.

Eliminated: Chris

Chapter 7

This would have been a super long chapter

Location: Boston

One-one-one date: Phichit. It goes pretty well, and production basically makes Otabek give Phichit a (chaste) kiss at the end. Phichit doesn’t get the rose on the date because this is the episode before hometowns.

Group date: competitive group date! Sometime towards the end of the date (JJ and Yuri have been at each other’s throats the whole time) or at the cocktail party, JJ tells Yuri that Otabek only likes him sexually and tells him “sluts get cut”. Yuri punches JJ. Production makes Otabek go comfort JJ instead of talking to Yuri. Yuri is starting to panic. Leo gets the group date rose.

During the following day, production does interviews with all the contestants about what they would do if they were married to Otabek (because of his figure skating career and travel). Yuri overhears Phichit’s enthusiastic answer and freaks out. He learns about the kiss and extra freaks out.

The cocktail party is canceled!

Eliminated: Phichit

Yuri runs away in the middle of the night without telling anyone (literally). He gets a burner phone and gets Viktor’s help. Yuri is about to fly to LA to stay in Viktor’s LA home (Viktor and Yuuri are currently hanging out in Europe on vacation). Otabek shows up at the airport and they have a rom com-esque scene where Otabek confesses that he’s in love with Yuri. Yuri still would have left, but Otabek doesn’t try to convince him not to leave; rather, he says that he’ll go with Yuri. Yuri agrees, and they fly off to LA. Viktor’s driver is there and takes them to Viktor’s LA house. They basically just hang out there and have a lot of sex (offscreen) and hide Viktor’s Grammy’s. At some point the next day, Yuri realizes that they have to go back because it’s better for Otabek’s career and he doesn’t want him to face legal repercussions. Otabek reluctantly agrees. They tell Sara and Mila where they are, and they spend another day hanging out in Viktor’s house having a great time.

Back at the house, no one knows what’s happening, but they get told that Otabek and Yuri had to fly out early for Yuri’s hometown date (since they do go to Moscow). In fact, Yuri and Otabek do end up leaving from LA.

Chapter 8

Hometowns!

Yuri: Moscow — Otabek meets Yuri’s grandfather and they all have a great time. Obviously it’s the most home-ish for both of them.

Leo: Seattle (music)

Guang Hong (visual arts/culture)

JJ: Quebec

Basically, while Otabek and Yuri are in Moscow, there would be a big chunk of the chapter following Leo and Guang Hong sneaking out of their hotel and hanging out in Seattle (where they both live). They have a ‘friend’ date and do something like roller skating. They exchange numbers. There’s a cliche thing where Leo’s dog loves Guang Hong way more than Otabek. While they’re out, they get attacked by a couple members of Guang Hong’s extended family. No serious injuries or anything (Guang Hong fights back and wins) but some drama ensues. Basically, Guang Hong ends up thinking that Leo should hate him.

Eliminated: Guang Hong

Leo basically has a complete, sobbing breakdown on camera because Guang Hong is gone, but, no, he does not yet realize he’s in love with him.

Chapter 9

Fantasy Suite Week!

Location: Niagara Falls, Canada (the producers make snarky comments about how they had to reschedule their final location from some cool international destination to Canada because they blew their travel budget on Yuri’s hometown/they didn’t expect Yuri to stick around this long)

Otabek makes it very clear on camera that he is not planning to have sex during his fantasy suites, mostly so that no one can make comments about Leo losing his virginity.

Leo — Sara tells Leo he has to finally confess his love for Otabek if he wants to stick around. This spirals Leo into an existential crisis about whether or not he actually does have feelings for Otabek. They go ice skating, and Leo is just happy that he doesn’t have to go near to the Falls. Leo realizes that Otabek has no romantic feelings for him, which helps him realize that he also doesn’t feel that way about Otabek. Once they’re off camera on their overnight date, they basically spend the whole time being friends and chatting about how great Guang Hong and Yuri are.

JJ — Helicopter ride. Otabek eliminates him before the fantasy suite.

Yuri —They go on an ice wine tour. Yuri finally confesses his love for Otabek on camera. They’re both very cute and happy and have their fantasy suite date.

The chapter cuts over to Guang Hong, now back home in Seattle, as he watches episode 8 airing live. He sees Leo sobbing when he leaves.

Chapter 10

Finale!

Otabek officially breaks it off with Leo before they can even get to the final day (so Leo never has to pretend they’re going to get engaged). Leo runs back to Seattle as quickly as possible and goes to the accounting firm Guang Hong works at. All of his work friends are delighted and giggling and embarrassing. Leo and Guang Hong leave and go walk around. Leo confesses that he’s realized he’s in love with Guang Hong. Guang Hong, of course, reciprocates, and they get together officially.

Meanwhile, back on the show, Otabek and Yuri consider leaving again, but then do the traditional proposal speeches and stuff for TV. Yuri pretends to hate it but they both really do get swept up in the romance of it all. They officially get engaged.

In the intervening months, Otabek and Yuri have already gotten married. Otabek gets Yuri roses a lot and Yuri pretends to hate it. The fic would end with them sitting around ready to watch the next season.

[cryptid-jack]

Reckless 3.5 (Kerry/V wip)

((another sneak peek from chapter three of my Cyberpunk 2077 fic, ‘Reckless’ ! Turning out pretty long, look forward to it 8′D ))

Feeling like the man had slapped him, the musician’s shoulders went rigid. “You really think that’s why I’m here? Reliving my fucking punk glory days or some shit?”

“I don’t know what this is,” Viktor replied and set aside his mug and grasped the edge of the counter behind him as he leaned back against it. “Could be a late mid-life crisis, might be some sort of hang-up about your dead choom…” he hesitated a moment and drummed his fingers against the counter’s edge. “Or, maybe it’s real.”

Barely restraining the urge to punch the ripperdoc right in his smart mouth, Kerry spat, “You just got done saying I ‘had it bad’, asshole. So which is it? I got it bad or ‘m I just using V for a quick fuck and some adrenaline to get my decrepit heart racing again?”

“Never said what it was you had.”

“Oh fuck you!”

“You two cut it out!” Misty snapped as she dragged open the gate to the clinic and stormed towards the pair of them with an impressive scowl on her face. “Is this what you want to V to wake up to, seriously? The two of you at each other’s throats?”

“I was just-” Viktor began, leaning back and away from Misty as she glared at him, practically on the verge of climbing up onto the counter to get away from her.

[stormfall1327]

My half of an art for fic trade with the amazing @newvegasorbust! I hope I did your V as much justice as you did mine! By the way, the plot was completely their idea. I only put it into words. <3 Thank you so much for this trade! Your ideas got me out of a writing rut and your art is incredible!  If you haven’t seen the art, check out thier blog or my previous post! You can also find the fic here on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29916810

‘Til the End

Fluff, Angst, Smut, Fem!V/Vik, Nomad V

The sun is beginning to set as V makes her way down the steps to Vik’s clinic. It’s a Thursday night like any other, a meeting of friends to watch old boxing re-runs over a beer (or three). They started this tradition a few months ago after V showed more than a passing interest during one of Vik’s stories about the good ‘ol days. In truth, she couldn’t care less about boxing, but she’d take any excuse to spend more time with the ripperdoc, regardless of what they were doing.

Sliding open the metal gates, she gives Vik a wave and a warm smile and heads back to the worn leather couch to settle in for tonight’s match, letting him finish whatever it is he’s working on. A few minutes later, he rounds the corner and plops down on the couch next to her with a sigh, handing over one of the beers he was carrying.

“Long day?,” V asks as she gratefully accepts the beer and takes a long pull.

“Eh, wasn’t so bad. Just gettin’ tired of these idiot gonks messing with tech they don’t understand and then bringing it to me to fix. Oh, well. Part of the job, I guess. Day’s better now, at any rate,” he says with a small smile, holding up his bottle to her. Her face flushes pink, wide eyes hidden behind her turquoise shades as she raises her own bottle to clink against his.

“So,” she says a little too loudly, “which match are we watching tonight?”

He stands to bring the screen around and set up the program. “Thought we’d hit something a little more recent tonight. Malone vs Hernandez.” Settling back in beside her as the recording starts, he nudges her shoulder and gestures at the screen with his beer. “Pay close attention, now…”

———

The match is full-swing, Vik sitting on the edge of the cushion, yelling at the screen when V feels her holo buzz. She glances down to see a familiar Aldecaldo logo appear.

Panam’s grainy image flickers to life on the screen. “V! It is good that you answered. I need your help. Again.”

V can’t help but laugh. “Of course, Panam! You know I wouldn’t turn down the chance to go on another crazy adventure with you. So, what grand scheme have you cooked up this time?,” she asks, taking another swig of beer.

Panam chuckles warmly. “No, nothing like that this time. I, well, the clan actually, has need of you and your ripper doctor. The one you always gush about.”

V’s face turns bright red and she whips her head around to look at Vik, eternally grateful that he’s still seemingly engrossed in the fight.

“I do not gush,” she hisses, turning her head back to glare at Panam through the screen.

“He is there with you now, yes?”

“Mhmm. Watchin’ boxing re-runs. Kind of a weekly tradition.”

“But you hate—” Panam’s voice is reduced to muffled nonsense as V covers the holo with her hand and quickly stands, smoothing her down her skirt. “Grabbin’ another beer. Getcha one?,” she asks, not quite pulling Vik’s attention away from the screen. He waves a hand at her. “Nah, I’m good, thanks. But hurry back, now. Don’t wanna miss the knock-out.”

“Back in a flash,” she says, making her way over to the mini-fridge across the room.

Once safely out of earshot, she removes her hand from the holo. “Hey! What the hell was that about?,” Panam calls out. V gives her a look over the top of her glasses. “You’re lucky I like you, Panam Palmer. Now what was it that you needed help with?”

“Oh, right! See, our clan’s ripper, Dusty, is being roped into performing surgery on a goddamn Raffen and his life is on the line, V. He’s out of his depth and well, I was hoping that you and Viktor would come out to the camp to help him out.”

“Shit, why didn’t you say so? ‘Course we’ll come. Vik’s the best ripper in NC. He’ll definitely be able to help. When is Dusty suppose to do this surgery?”

“Thank you, V! I knew I could count on you. He’s starting soon. You’ll need to head here right away. I’ll meet you at the edge of camp.” She gives V a nod and closes the link.

Heading back to couch, V stops when she see Vik staring at her, one eyebrow raised. “So, what was that about?”

“That? Oh, just talking to a friend of mine. Say, how would you like to take a nice ride out to the Badlands?”

Vik’s eyebrow just arches higher.

“So, look… I may have told a clan of Nomads about you and I may have also volunteered you to help perform a surgery at their camp. Tonight,” she adds, giving him a sheepish grin and running a hand through her hair.

He huffs out a laugh and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I see. And I’m guessin’ I got no say in the matter?” Not that it would make a difference, he thinks. She has no idea how much she’s wrapped herself around his finger. He’d do damn near anything for her; he couldn’t tell her no.

“You always have a say, Vik. I just figured you’d jump at an opportunity like this. And besides, it’ll be nice to get out of the City for a change.”

“Fine, fine. When are we leaving?”

“As soon as you can pack a bag.”

———

It’s nearing nightfall, the desert wind still hot as it blows in through the open windows of V’s Thorton as they make their way to the Aldecaldo camp. Buckled into the passenger seat, much to his initial annoyance, Vik can’t help but marvel at her driving skills. She’s clearly in her element out here, tearing through the desert like it’s an open stretch of highway rather than a bumpy landscape of sand dunes and cacti. Daring a glance over at her, he sucks in a breath at the sight; wind-blown hair skittering across the tops of her shoulders, the low evening light casting her in an almost ethereal glow. She’s smiling again, fingers tapping out the beat of the song on the radio and damn it, if he doesn’t think she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Out here, away from the crushing oppression of the City, she’s vibrant and free and herself and in that moment, he’s smitten. But given everything she’s told him about her past, about her clan and the ultimate betrayal she endured at the hands of someone so close to her, he promised himself he’d keep things professional, for her sake. She needed someone she could trust and if resigning himself to being her ripper and her friend meant securing that trust, then he’d happily keep his feelings to himself.

He’s shaken from his thoughts as they come to a skidding halt at the edge of the Aldecaldo camp. V is out of the car and grabbing his bag before he even has time to unbuckle his seatbelt. Stepping out, he’s met by V and two others, rounding the hood of the car.

The man grabs his hand in a firm shake and lets out a whistle. “Well, hot damn. Didn’t think she’d actually manage to drag you all the way out here. Pleasure to meetcha. Name’s Mitch. This here’s Panam.” He motions behind him and the woman steps forward to shake his hand, as well. “You must be the famous ripperdoc we’ve heard about. V talks about you all the time. It is nice to meet you, Viktor,” she says with a warm smile. Vik laughs, the tips of his ears burning, and he rubs a hand over the back of his neck. “Heh, I dunno about famous, but please, it’s, uh, just Vik.”

“Well, Vik, please follow me. You got here just in time.”

Panam leads the way through the camp, V falling in step with Vik as they make their way to Dusty’s makeshift clinic. Climbing the steps, she places a hand on his shoulder to get his attention and mouths a silent, “Thank you,” offering him a small smile as she hands over his bag which he returns with a nod and a smile of his own. Panam introduces the pair and Vik immediately sets to work, his naturally calm demeanor working wonders on Dusty’s nerves as they discuss the details of the surgery and begin to prep for the Raffen’s arrival.

Panam loops her arm through V’s and clears her throat to get the mens’ attention. “Well, it seems like everything is under control here. We will leave you to it. Good luck!,” she calls, dragging V down the stairs with her.

“Hey! Where are we goin’? What if they need help?”

“You did say that Viktor is the best ripper in Night City, yes? They will be fine, V. Let us go sit by the fire while they work.”

Still holding onto V’s arm, she nudges her toward a log in front of the now sizable campfire and takes a seat beside her.

“So… You do plan to spend some time out here with Viktor tonight, yes?,” she asks, nudging V’s shoulder with her own.

The sounds of Saul arriving with the Raffen echo through the camp.

“I, uh, hadn’t really thought about it,” V says, eyes darting to the ripper’s tent as the man of the hour is hauled onto the operating chair. That was a lie and they both knew it.

“I see. Well, should you decide to give it some thought, there’s a little spot north of here with a great view of the stars. Your man could probably use some… relaxation after this.” Panam waggles her eyebrows and laughs, ducking out of the way of V’s arm as she playfully throws a punch in her direction. She knows exactly the place.

“He’s not my man, Panam. He’s just a friend. A damn good one, at that.” Her words are confident, bolstered by her own laugh, but when she looks over to the tent and sees him, completely in his element and patiently guiding Dusty through the procedure, she falters, her laugh fading away on the soft desert breeze.

“You keep telling yourself that, V,” Panam says as she stands and stretches. “Listen, I have some things I need to take care of around camp. By the looks of things, they should be finished soon. Think about what I said, yeah?” Giving V’s shoulder a squeeze, she heads off into the night.

“Christ, V, if you don’t say somethin’ to him, I will. These mushy puppy-dog eyes make me wanna puke. Hell, even Panam sees it and she’s more oblivious to that shit than you are.” Right on cue, Johnny materializes beside her and lights up a cigarette.

Of all the times… “Can it, Johnny.”

“I’m being serious, V. We both know you’re runnin’ short on time. You just gotta decide if you’re gonna grow some balls and actually do something about it before that clock runs out.”

Her retort died on her tongue. He was right, of course.

“So help me, Johnny, if you show up in the middle of-”

“Easy, killer. I’ll leave you two alone. Scout’s honor.” He lifts his arm in mock salute and winks, blinking out of sight as Vik walks over to stand in front of the fire.

V stands to join him, running a hand through her hair as she tries to keep her cool.

“That was faster than I expected. Everything went well, I take it?”

“Eh, he’ll be fine. Dusty’s a good kid. He doesn’t give himself enough credit; just needed a little coaching, is all. Barely had to get my hands dirty,” he says with a warm smile.

“I’m glad to hear it. I know they’re grateful for your help. And so am I. You didn’t have to come all the way out here to help a group of strangers in the middle of the night.”

“You honestly think I’d turn y- uh, this down?” Her heart skips a beat. “I haven’t been out of the city in years. Plus, the view is incredible,” he says, glancing up at the sky. V seizes the opportunity.

“If you think the view is great here, you should see it from the cliffs. They’re not far, if you want to go. That is, I just figured since we’re out here already-”

“I’d love to.”

She lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding and grins. “Great! You’re gonna love it.”

———

Ten minutes later, V drives the Thorton up over the last rise of the cliff and slows to a stop, heart thundering in her chest. She hopes he doesn’t notice the tremor in her hands as she turns off the ignition and jumps down onto the red rock below. She meets Vik at the front of the car and leads him up a small incline along the rock face, stopping when she reaches a familiar outcropping of stone. “We’re here,” she whispers.

Leaning back against the rocks, still warm from the sun, Vik lets out a low whistle. “Can’t remember the last time I saw stars like this. It’s a damn shame, really.”

“Probably what I miss the most,” she muses, pocketing her turquoise shades and staring up into the sky.

“Would you ever go back? To living as a Nomad, I mean. The Aldecaldos seem fond of you.”

“Nah. As much as I sometimes hate this city for all the ways it’s fucked me over…” Her hand drifts subconsciously to her neck, fingers idly tracing over the chip slot behind her ear. “There’s too much I’d be givin’ up if I just left. Too many people I’d be leavin’ behind.” He nods in understanding but doesn’t respond.

The silence stretches between them for what feels like an eternity.

“Konpeki.”

“Huh?”

She huffs out a breath. “Konpeki Plaza. The… heist for the Relic. That was the last time I saw Jackie alive and all we did was fight. God, I was so mad at him, actin’ like we were going on a damn picnic instead of stickin’ our necks out for that low-life DeShawn. Then after we got blasted, I yelled at him, Vik. He was bleedin’ out and I fuckin’ yelled at him, blaming him for Bug’s death and for getting us in that mess in the first place. It was wrong and it was awful, but I was so angry. And then he died, right next to me, and there was nothing I could do. He died before I could apologize or even say goodbye. Before he knew how much he meant to me.” She reaches up with a shaky hand and wipes a tear from her face.

Vik lets out a breath and takes off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose. “V… I still have nightmares about those ‘Sake bastards breaking to my fucking clinic and taking Jack’s body right out from under me. I shoulda stopped them. I shoulda fought back. But I was pinned to the floor with a gun to my head and I… I was a coward, V. I let ‘em take him and there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t wish things had turned out differently. That I was stronger. That I’d done more.”

She reaches out to him then and closes her trembling fingers around his own, heart clenching when she feels his hand tighten against her grip.

“It’s not your fault,” she says softly as another tear rolls down her cheek.

“After I died and you told me about the chip, I promised myself that I wouldn’t get close to anyone else without all the cards being on the table. I wanted everything to be up front with no room for guessing or regrets. Panam and Judy are some of the best friends I’ve ever had because of that. But there’s still one person I’ve been holding back from.”

She glances up and meets Vik’s gaze and steadies herself with a breath before turning to face him and reaching for his other hand.

“Vik, I… I just need to you know that I care about you, a lot. I know my time is short, but whatever happens with the Relic, I want you to be part of my life. I’m so damn scared of losing you and I-”

Vik reaches a hand up to cup her cheek and her words catch in her throat.

“V, when I saw, firsthand, the lengths Arasaka would go to recover their “assets”… part of my nightmares were them stealing you, too. Taking you away from me. I’m already powerless to stop whatever’s goin’ on inside your head and that kills me every damn day. I don’t want to lose you.”

She pulls her hand away from his and runs her thumb over his cheekbone.

“Then don’t,” she whispers.

Before V even realizes what’s happening, Vik’s hands are tangled in her hair and his lips are crushed against hers, months of pent up emotion flooding into every movement of his lips and tongue, nearly overwhelming her. She meets him with equal fervor, hands roaming over his chest, kneading the taut muscles with her fingers and enjoying the rumbling groan that she can feel more than hear. She works the buttons of his over-shirt free and pushes it off of his shoulders, moaning into his mouth as she runs her hands over his bare arms, muscles flexing under her touch.

Vik returns the favor, divesting V of her jacket as he breaks the kiss to lick and nip his way down the column of her throat. A shiver races down her spine and she tugs the hem of his tank from his pants, sliding her hands under the fabric to feel his skin. She rolls his nipples between her fingers and he bucks against her, erection straining against the front of his pants and a fresh wave of arousal pools between her legs.

Bracing her hands against his shoulders, she pushes him back, just enough to pull his shirt over his head, before pulling him back into another heated kiss. He’s surprising adept with her corset, undoing it in a matter of moments. Her nipples barely have a moment to react to the cool night air before he pulls one into his mouth, assaulting it with tongue and teeth while the other is pinched and pulled by his skilled fingers. The sensation is too much and V leans against the cliff for support, the rough face of the rock a heady contrast to the slick feel of Vik’s tongue on her breast.

He drops to his knees to place hot, open-mouthed kisses down her belly, hands skimming down her sides to toy with the top of her skirt. He looks up at her then, eyes seeking permission, and all she can do is nod. With a smirk, he pulls her skirt and panties down her legs, nostrils flaring as he catches the scent of her arousal. He braces his left hand on her stomach and slides the tip of his finger back and forth along her soaking cunt, leaning back on his heels to see her. Her head is thrown back, bottom lip caught in her teeth, and a thin sheen of sweat coats her skin. Her heaving chest accentuates her tattoo, the snake wrapped around her breast almost seeming alive as it moves with her breathing.

He pulls his finger away and V whimpers above him.

“Patience,” he grumbles before pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh.

In one smooth motion, Vik slides his finger into her and wraps his tongue around her clit. V arches off the rock, a harsh moan tearing from her throat as every nerve in her body catches fire. She bucks her hips forward, desperate for more. He adds a second finger, pushing deeper into her heat and hooking his fingers, catapulting V closer to the edge. A few more strokes of his tongue and she’s flying, orgasm soaring through her body as she shakes against the cliff face, Vik’s hand on her stomach the only thing keeping her grounded. He coaxes her through her high before slowly withdrawing his fingers.

“Christ, you’re gorgeous when you cum,” he mutters against her skin.

“Let me return the favor,” she says, running her fingers through his hair. He stands with a grunt and she leans up to kiss him, moaning as he tastes herself on his tongue. She reaches down to undo his pants, palming his dick with an appreciative sigh before sliding them down his hips. He moans as his aching cock springs free and watches as she rearranges their discarded clothes, forming a makeshift blanket on the ground. She sweeps her arm out, gesturing at the pile with a grin. “After you.”

He walks over, lowering himself to the ground and splaying out on his back. V climbs over him, rubbing her wet folds across the length of his dick and drawing a deep groan from his throat. She reaches down, giving him a few languid pumps before lining him up with her entrance.

“I don’t want to lose you, Viktor,” she says, voice shaking as she stares into his eyes.

“Then don’t,” he echoes, grabbing her hips and pushing her down on his length. They moan in unison, finally feeling completed, finally feeling whole. V sets a wicked pace, riding Vik into the sandstone as their sounds of pleasure echo across the Badlands.

The stuttering in his hips tells V he’s close. She’s close, too, that familiar flame lapping at her spine. His head has fallen to the side, but she grabs his chin and forces him to look at her.

“I want you to see stars,” she breathes, angling his head up to the sky. She bears down, her walls clamping hard around him and within a few strokes, he’s shouting at the stars as wave after wave of pleasure shoots through his body. She’s not far behind, crying out in relief as her orgasm crests, riding out her release on his twitching cock.

As their breathing slows, V rolls off of him and snuggles into his side, sighing contentedly when his arm wraps around her waist. They lie there silently for a time, watching the stars sparkle overhead.

“You know I’m here for you, right? Even if I can’t stop the Relic, I’ll always be here to help you, any way I can.”

“I’m here for you, too. ’Til the end.”

He pulls her close and presses a kiss to her forehead. “’Til the end.”

[eurodynesass-moved]

Playin’ Doctor

SPOILERS FOR CYBERPUNK 2077

A brief look at V in the fight with Razor, before Vik takes care of her in his clinic and they… celebrate.

Female V / Viktor Vector

This fic takes place after the end of the game with my own scenario in place, but there’s no explicit mention of what goes down in the ending.

Ao3

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Something was clearly wrong with her head if she was waking up from a dream like that.

For the entire morning, V was extremely hot and bothered. She could not believe the fabrications of her own mind would betray her the way that they did. The night before was rather calm, the usual. Nothing too bad, everything was quiet, she got to bed without issue, fell asleep normally. Then, her stupid mind decided to grace her with stupid images that kept her in a bit of a stupid tangle the entire day. Sure, he was in it, but probably only because she was thinking about her scheduled visit the next day.

But why did it have to be a dream like that.

Partway through her errands, V had to stop by at home to get changed, having gotten rather excited thinking about the dream while in a fucking diner, waiting for a client. She decided to take a cold shower in the end and simply just forget about the whole thing.

It did not work.

What was with her? She shook her head and huffed in annoyance, knowing that there was no avoiding thinking about it now. She was headed to see him, after all. V had to simply just breeze through it and get out before she could make a fool of herself. Surely that was possible.

—

It was not.

The second V pulled the gate aside, she stopped in her tracks. Viktor was walking across the room carrying a rather heavy crate. One look at his muscles and she was reminded of a very specific image of the man that hovered comfortably between her legs, muscles tense and flexed as he held onto her naked body.

No, no, nope. She couldn't do this, she could not stay. She turned, looking at the path behind her, when she heard him.

"V! You made it just in time. Come on in, have a seat," he told her, grunting as he placed the crate down somewhere out of sight.

V swallowed hard and shut the gate behind her, slowly stepping into the clinic. She heard some clanking and a thud off to her left and witnessed Viktor as he pushed past his punching bag. She still remembered the day she had once walked in on him beating it to shit. V was certain that it was going to fly off its chain and right into the wall. Much like she wished her body would at that moment.

He smiled at her, walking up to her and clapping a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, V. Good to see ya."

"Hey, Vik," she smiled, seeing his eyes and remembering that look he gave her when—

"You go sit, settle in, I'll be right back and we'll get those diagnostics started," he told her, his hand resting on her bicep a moment before he walked off.

This was going to be fucking difficult. It was Viktor. Viktor. Her friend, Vik. She had to stop. She couldn't wonder about how his muscles would bulge this way and that when he picked up yet another seemingly heavy crate. She couldn't think about how when she sat herself down in the chair, she saw Viktor walking to the other room again, her eyes lingering lower than they should. V especially couldn't think about him when she laid down in the chair, wondering what he'd look like if he were to climb on top of her and—

"Alright, let's get this started," he called, going over to his chair and giving it a good kick to move it over to her. Sitting down beside her, he brought down the screen and began to configure the software for her. "Here you go," he pulled up a wire for her to jack into her port. There was an innuendo in there somewhere—

She needed to sort her life out.

Jacking herself in, she took a deep breath and sighed, looking anywhere and everywhere else that she could. "Whoa," she heard him mumble. "So, uh, how's your day been so far?"

"Oh, you know," V waved it off. She hoped he didn't know. "Business as usual. Had to meet up with a couple clients, one went down without a hitch, the other needed a little bit of, uh... reminding. That sort of thing."

"That all of it?" he asked, tapping away at the screen in front of him and sparing a glass at her.

V nodded and shifted in her seat. "Yeah, I mean I do have a couple of stressful jobs coming up later, but nothing I can't handle."

"Huh," he took a breath. "Well, you just make sure you get back in one piece. Now, let's take a look at that chip of yours."

Viktor stood up from his seat, swinging one of the monitors to the other side right over her head, then sat back down and rolled himself around her. He moved up to where her head was and tilted it by her chin so that she would face away. "There we go," he muttered, fiddling with the screen a moment, out of sight but certainly not out of mind.

Shutting her eyes momentarily for comfort, V felt her heart beginning to race for more than just the obvious reason. She always hated this part, always expected something to have gone wrong after her last visit. She felt his fingers gently press against her skin here and there, around where the biochip was slotted, moving her hair out of the way to get a good look.

"Looks to be okay on the outside. No swelling, nothing out of the ordinary..." he then turned his focus to the screen and shifted in his seat a little.

She tried to take a deep breath to keep herself calm, and tried to think of absolutely anything other than the biochip. She thought of the silent wrestling match that played on Viktor's screen on the other side of the room. She thought of the fights that she herself had been in. She thought of Viktor punching the punching bag right there in the corner of the room.

She then couldn't help but think of the dream again, how it was just the two of them in a quiet, dark room, nothing but bare, sweaty skin and vulnerability. She remembered how he was pressed against her between her legs, his hands propped up on either side of her, how he bent down to kiss every inch of her that he could reach without ever pulling away from her. She shut her eyes and swallowed hard as she thought of his hands and where they had roamed, and was just starting to think about how much she would actually enjoy it if he—

"Whoa there," Viktor spoke quietly, turning to her just as she snapped out of her thoughts.

"What, is something wrong?" she asked, her hands now starting to shake at her sides as she grabbed onto the chair tightly.

"No, nothing's wrong with the chip, just... your heart rate spiked, and it's still going. You feelin' alright, sweetheart?" he frowned, looking at her.

No, she was not. "I, um... Yeah, I uh, I was just... I was worried that something might be wrong with the chip again."

"You been takin' those pills I gave you? Still got enough?" He asked, moving in a little closer to look at her.

"Yeah, I think I have... enough for a week. They keep the headaches away," she sighed, quite thankful for that little fact.

"Alright, I'll get you some more before then. The chip's not showin' any bad signs, it's still in good health, it's not growin' anything or breakin' apart, so you're all good. Just... try to keep that heart in check for me, alright? It'd do mine many favors," he chuckled.

V laughed at that, maybe a little nervously. "Trust me, Doc. Tryin' my best." They shared a silent moment, looking each other in the eye until Viktor looked away. There was something on his mind, she just couldn't place what it was. "Hey, Vik?" He looked at her. "Thank you for everything you've been doing."

Viktor smiled and reached over to take the jack out of her head. "No problem, V. What else am I supposed to do for my favorite client?"

"Your favorite, huh?" she chuckled, sitting up slowly.

"You don't really think I let all my clients get free diagnostics and pay for stuff whenever they want, do I?" he leaned an elbow against the arm of the chair casually, a grin playing easy on his face.

"I dunno, Viktor. You're kinda good like that," V countered, wondering just when she should maybe slow her roll.

"I'm not that good," he promised with a small wink before standing up.

It was either the dream, or her vivid imagination, but there was no way she'd be forgetting that image anytime soon.

[diegoalvesisgod]

22, 28 and 29 for the writer's ask meme.

22. Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions).

I just opened The Thin Ice because that’s what comes to my mind when it comes to my earlier fics (some fics I found at the end of my profile actually feel like I wrote them yesterday, and they are from 2015 or so). And I thought why not get back in that mood, just to see if I can still do this. I felt like I didn’t even want to change much, I just added more details.

There was no more pain, or at least his brain couldn’t process it anymore. His head was spinning and there was strange taste in his mouth, like someone had laid a piece of copper on his tongue. It felt almost like being drunk, but the wrong kind of drunk.

“Ask me to stop, and I will,” Lugano said quietly.

Edi looked up to meet his eyes. He would swear that there was no anger in them. Just something half-amused, half curious. They were surprisingly warm, too. Many things about Lugano were this deceiving, giving the illusion of warmth and safety, covering the deadly interior like a veil that would only reveal it when it was too late for whoever dared to come too close.

“Come on, beg, and I will stop.” Even his voice was warm and steady.

Edi kept looking in Lugano’s eyes like they were the last thing that could keep him conscious. Then he slowly shook his head.

It wasn’t a question of living up to his reputation or keeping his face, in all honesty, he felt like he had no reputation to live up to, there was no one to keep his face in front of here - and the otherwise empty room must have witnessed a scene similar to this many times. It felt more like a spell he couldn’t, or didn’t want to break.

The last punch came with less force, or he was already too numb to feel it. Deep down, he knew Lugano wasn’t using even half the force he could have used anyway, simply because he wouldn’t be still alive at this point, leave alone conscious. It was meant to hurt, not cause serious harm, and while Lugano was certainly good at it, once he saw through the game, it wasn’t as scary as before.

“I think we’re even,” Lugano said like he’d just finished some annoying paperwork.

Quite possibly, it felt just the same for him.  

“And now…” he said, wrapping an arm around Edi’s waist and pulling him back to his feet. It was almost the worst part of it all, the sudden change of position made his head pound and black spots started to dance in front of his eyes. “Are you still able to listen to me?”

Edi lifted his head a little and looked at him.

“No,” he breathed out and let the black cloud finally take over his mind.

28. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

It’s hard to pick just three... and to be honest, I often read fics from people I don’t know and I don’t look at the author when I click them, so I just read one thing and that’s it, but...

behzaintfunny aka @hendos - because I get my dose of angst here, and I always get feels and her fics just fuck me up completely... also, she writes “my” pairings, so I know I won’t go wrong here.

lumaste - I need to mention this author here even though their last fic is from 2015... I have so many great memories back from the livejournal era... I often re-read these fics out of nostalgia, they’re so oldschool, they’re basically a comfort blanket for me...

LeapAngstily aka @montocalypse - because her fics are the true dark pit of angst, it’s basically a lighthouse in the sea of fic I can follow when I need to read something darker, plus the glorious pairings, and amazing AUs... there are also a couple fics that completely fucked me up - some of them I could only read once, although they were amazing... I just couldn’t go through the pain twice.

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Lost at Sea by @hendos - either a prequel with how my boys Viktor and Simon met (because we are robbed of their happy times), or a sequel with them (because my twisted mind would totally explore their... dead/undead? relationship that can’t be called relationship). 

[l0velyang3l]

So, I’ve been dealing with some really intense mental health stuff lately and as a result I’ve been on a p rough art block. Be prepared for some meh art and meh posts. Recently I’ve been having some intense nightmares so here’s a super edgy, self indulgent self insert fic I wrote. 

CW: Assault, Wound Mentions, Yandere, Implied Violence, Mental Health Stuff

((Note: Slabak= Dweeb in Russian, Lyubov=Love)

It all happened so fast. A blur of punches, kicks, slurs, blood erupting from my throat, none of it was processed mentally until I stumbled through my front door. I heaved, my arms trembling as I hoisted myself up, attempting to crawl inside. “Ivan! Viktor!” I weakly whimpered, my vision blurring slightly with each movement. My chest felt rattley and frail, each breath hurting deeply. Tears fell down my puffy cheeks. Ivan and Viktor bounded into the room, taken aback by the pitiful sight I’d become. Immediately they fell to their knees, scooping me up in their arms. Ivan’s face was panic stricken, while Viktor’s worry was more subtle, yet palpably evident. I shook in their arms terribly.

“Lyubov what happened?” Ivan panickedly asked, his large hand cupping my cheek. I’d never seen him look so frightened. I shook my head.

“These men.. I was just walking back from a cafe and… They kept yelling and yelling, and before I knew it they were hitting me..” I replied, the memory alone frightening me. Viktor’s eyes darkened, a look of raw hatred and venom reflecting in his crimson irises. Viktor turned to Ivan.

“Grab the baltics immediately, make sure they call a doctor over now. I’ll take them to bed, if they move they might open their wounds further.” Said Viktor, prying me out of Ivan’s grasp. Ivan nodded, scrambling off. Wordlessly Viktor cradled me, my head resting against his hard chest. The sound of his heartbeat was soothing, despite it’s rapid pace. He glanced down at me as he walked, taking in my haggard appearance. 

“Aaron.”

“Yes hun?” 

“I know you’re in lots of pain, but I need you to tell me where you were and what these men looked like. Please.” His tone was uncharacteristically desperate. My heart waned, the stress I clearly brought them riddled me with guilt. Someone like Viktor never gets this outwardly stressed. I buried my face in the fabric of his coat. I gave him a brief description as he listened intently. I told him which cafe I was at, and what time. Gingerly he placed me down on the soft mattress, pulling blankets over me. Suddenly, the world went black.

.

.

.

Aaron completely blacked out, their body going limp against the cozy sheets. Viktor stroked their hair out of their face, accidentally smearing blood across their cheek. He growled, slamming his fist through the wall by the bedframe. An unsuspecting Lithuania jumped, shakily leading the doctor in. 

“V-Viktor he’s here..” He nodded, shaking the doctor’s hand briefly, giving him an emotionless glance. 

“Do what you must, excuse me.”

Viktor silently slunk out of the room, finding Ivan shuffling through a large cabinet in the living room. He unveiled a large metal pipe. Opening the cabinet doors further revealed a large array of guns, knives, and other weapons. “You’re already ahead of me.” Viktor jeered.

“It is not the time for jokes Viktor.” Replied Ivan, in an eerie tone. He passed Viktor a pistol, he slid a loaded magazine into it. 

“Those foolish bastards have no idea who they are fucking with da?” He crouched down, sliding on his boots, tying them briskly. Ivan nodded in agreement, chucking sinisterly. 

“No, no they do not.” The pair slipped out the door silently.

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I awoke covered in bandages and aching terribly. A sweet old doctor looked over me as I laid in bed, smiling politely. “Aaron! I’m happy to see you awake, how do you feel?” I surveyed my surroundings. It was just me and him, no sign of my russian husbands or the baltics. I attempted to sit up, but was overwhelmed by excruciating pain. I rubbed my forehead.

“Achy… But, I think the bleeding stopped.” He nodded, shuffling through his bag.

“Ah, that is to be expected. However I’m glad to hear the bleeding stopped. Here, take this painkiller for a week, it should alleviate the pain. Is there anything else I can help you with?’ He passed me a small packet of medicine.

“How bad was the damage?... I kind of mentally blocked out the details..” He rose up from his chair, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“You have multiple cuts and scratches, along with some rather severe bruising. The blood loss was the main concern, however with a few stitches and meds I fixed you right up.” My face turned pale.

“Oh.” I’m not the best at dealing with medical stuff to say the least. My stomach dropped at the word ‘stitches’.

“Please give me a call if anything pops up alright? Get plenty of bedrest and try not to move very much.” He waved as he left, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The incident sent chills down my spine. I glanced at my hands, examining the scrapes covering them. I sighed, tears welling up. I brought my knees to my chest, curling up and sobbing quietly.

 “I’ve never been great with pain, nor have I ever been in a fight before. Well.. Not necessarily a fight, more like a one sided attack. I can’t even punch properly! Why did this have to happen?...” I thought to myself. I balled up my fists, gripping the blanket. “What’s worse is that I made Ivan and Viktor worry.. I wonder where they are.. I’ve never seen them make faces like that..” A knock on the door interrupted my self pity. “C-come in..” I hastily wiped my tears, attempting to fake calmness. Ivan and Viktor came into the room, both of them looking much more calm. 

“Hello little one!~ I brought cookies and your favorite tea!” Ivan cheered, walking over and setting a bag on the nightstand. Wordlessly Viktor crawled into bed with me, not even taking time to kick off his boots. He wrapped his arms underneath me, pulling me up in his lap very carefully. He rested his chin on my shoulder, sighing contently.

“Aw hey guys! Ivan, you did not have to indulge my grocery store frosted cookie addiction, but thank you..” I smiled weakly, my cheeks still red from crying. I kissed the top of Viktor’s head. Ivan came onto the bed as well, sliding his legs underneath Viktor’s. He kissed me sweetly as I sat in their laps. 

“You look like you’ve been crying.” Viktor bluntly stated. I looked away, refusing to meet Ivan’s eyes. 

“There’s a slight chance…” Their arms tightened around me, Viktor nuzzling into the crook of my neck. His prickly stubble tickled my skin. Ivan’s hand embraced my cheek once again, his caution and care evident in each move he made.

“My sweet little lyubov.. Were you scared?” Ivan’s question caught me off guard, I guess someone like him hasn’t felt truly afraid in a long time.

“Yeah… I’m not the toughest person ever, far from it.. I thought I was going to die. I tried fighting back, I really did. Fuck I’m so weak guys…” I choked, my sadness creeping up on me once again. Wow, so much for stifling my emotions. 

“That’s why I love my little Aaron though! Cherubs are delicate, innocent things, yet they sing the sweetest song. Don’t worry about being tough, leave that to us da?” 

“I think I’m gonna puke from all this cheesy shit.” Viktor groaned. I laughed at his cynicism, smooching Ivan’s hand as it cradled my face. The stark contrast between them was eternally entertaining.

“You’re such a charmer Viktor. But, Ivan do you really mean that?” He nodded.

“Of course lyubov, but there’s no more reason for you to be afraid da?” Viktor chuckled.

“Very true, and just to be sure; I will be keeping a very close eye on you da?” My heart sunk.

“But I don’t want to trouble y’all like that! I’m a lot to babysit, I’m just gonna take up unnecessary time.. I’ll be fine really! It probably won’t happen again, and I can.. Just run faster if it does.” 

“Trouble us?” The both simultaneously asked.

“I watch you frequently, you know, it never hurts to peek more da? It’s far from a waste of time, if anything it’s a wise time investment. You don’t get a say in this.” Strange how marriage makes you normalize your yandere husband’s stalking.

“You’re far from being difficult or a waste of time! I love my little Aaron, and I’ll do anything to protect you da? Nobody will ever hurt you again..” I smiled warmly, pulling Ivan closer and leaning back on Viktor. The warmth of being between them subsided the pain that burdened me; both physical and emotional.

“I love you two… Don’t ever get hurt for my sake okay? Please, if you can avoid it at all costs do so. And I can protect you guys too! I’m not nearly as strong as y’all but god damnit I’ll defend my husbands at all costs.” Both of them chuckled against my skin. Ivan drug his fingers along my side, tracing light circles on my sore skin. 

“Love you too slabak. And you may attempt to protect me, see how far I let you get.” I snickered at Viktor’s empty threat.

“Bet.”

“I love you too, and I’m happy to have my little bodyguard.”

[yoshiscribbles]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fleur Delacour/Viktor Krum Characters: Fleur Delacour, Viktor Krum Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends, i mean they're not really enemies more like rivals i guess, Medical School AU, POV Fleur Delacour Summary:

Fleur meets a terrible miscreant before her first day of Healer school, and is livid when she realises that man is meant to be her partner for the rest of the year. Maybe first impressions aren't the best though, because as time passes it's hard to remember why she dislikes him so much.

This fills square T017 of my @hprarepairbingo card, which was a Prince and Me AU. Seeing as I have never seen the prince and me, a quick wiki search told me it's about a foreign prince who asked a girl to show him her boobs in a bar, only for her to realise that they go to the same med school or something. In here, Viktor is a Bulgarian prince who asked Fleur to teach him how to kiss in a bar and has been feeling mortified since instead. Fic under the cut!

This is the last time she’s going out with friends to celebrate the start of a semester, Fleur thinks as she stomps toward her apartment with that man's dumbfounded expression still lingering in her mind. She takes care nonetheless to be quiet as she opens the door to her room; after all, it is late and her roommate Aurélie does not deserve to bear the brunt of her ire. It seems her efforts have been in vain though, for the light turns out right as Fleur tiptoes to her room and Aurélie appears, standing near their shared dresser.

“Now what kind of trouble has my precious little flower gotten into this time?”

The sound of her native language when she's gotten used to hearing English all the time doesn’t help to lift Fleur mood, and she very pointedly doesn’t roll her eyes. They’re not even dating anymore, but the older girl still hasn’t given up on using that nickname for Fleur, and nothing seems likely to dissuade her at this point. (Fleur doesn’t feel fond of that nickname, she doesn’t. At all!)

“I’ll have you know that I avoided trouble today,” she says instead of protesting the nickname, which was undoubtedly Aurélie’s goal. She drop her purse on her bedside table and lets herself fall over the covers after. “I didn’t even punch that- that-“ Fleur looks for a word good enough to express her utter disdain, but eventually gives up. “That imbecilic slug of a boy!”

With a grunt of rage, Fleur turns over to punch her pillow, immediately feeling better. Maybe she can imagine it is that stranger's face she is punching, the way she had wanted to after he asked her to teach him how to kiss. She drops heavily on the bed, not even bothering to avoid the various clothes piled haphazardly on it.

“You’ve never punched anyone in your life Fleur,” Aurélie points out, the ever unwanted voice of wisdom. “You’d have hurt yourself as much as you’d have hurt him.”

“I’ve kicked plenty of people, and if you continue with your unwelcome commentary you’ll be the next,” Fleur grunts into her pillow instead of dignifying that with a calmer answer.

Fleur hears Aurélie laugh, and thus isn’t surprised to feel a dip in her bed before her friend’s fingers begin running through her hair. “See, this is why we broke up: you’re so violent, little flower.”

Fleur doesn’t protest the nickname only because she is too comfortable with her current position to jeopardise it by running her mouth. She’s proven right when Aurélie’s hands continue their motions. “And you should also focus your energy for more positive things, right? Your healer apprenticeship begins tomorrow and I know you’ll feel livid if you lose sleep and get there at anything less than your best because a stupid boy has you out of sorts.”

Aurélie’s words are right as usual, and Fleur is still level-headed enough to see the wisdom in them. She won’t lose sleep over this unfortunate event and hopefully she won’t have to see that boy ever again.

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Of course that uncouth cad is the one in the room when she arrives for her internship assessment the next day.

“Yes, we’ve met already,” Fleur says, with a deliberately cool smile at her fellow student when her supervisor asks, but a polite tone of voice. He might be a cad, but she at least knows how to be professional.

“Oh, but that won’t do,” the Healer interrupts them before the boy can answer. “Healing might be a profession that seems solitary at first glance, but a lot of collaboration is necessary to ensure the adequate running of an institute such as ours. Therefore, the student at your side will become your most trusted confidant and partner for the entire duration of this internship.”

Fleur isn’t certain what her face does, but the other student’s face seems to have frozen in a mask of dread and unease that she feels mirrors her own feelings. He glances at her then quickly looks away, and she huffs, resolving to ignore him as much as possible.

“Go on,” the Healer says again, a wide beaming smile on her face. It's almost aggressively cheerful, and Fleur wonders if she feels relieved at the thought of a good-natured supervisor or exhausted by her enthusiasm. “Introduce yourselves, I’ll start. I am Healer Desrosiers, I like learning and traveling, I dislike lateness and when my cat doesn’t kiss me goodbye before I go to work, and I am here because I would like to impart my knowledge onto the future generation.”

She then gestures towards the two students for them to speak. Fleur does leave ample time for the boy to talk should he wish to, but seeing as he persists in stony silence while avoiding her gaze, she takes charge.

"My name is Fleur Delacour, I like... reading and most people, although I dislike presumptuous people and uncouth behaviour." There she makes sure, not to look at the man at her side, but she's sure he can feel how pointed her words are. With a bit of luck, maybe he'll understand that she doesn't want any further interactions with him. "And I am here because I want to help people recover."

Her supervisor smiles encouragingly, and Fleur likes her already. This would be the perfect assignment, if only... The boy speaks at last, his voice milder and quieter than Fleur had expected. "Viktor Krum. I like sports and family. I dislike being alone."

It's an... abrupt interruption to say the least, and Fleur can't help but expect him to continue. He doesn't, simply staring at Healer Desrosiers, who soon decides to make them visit their new workplace.

Throughout the day and the following week, Fleur keeps observing Krum. She doesn’t know exactly what kind of man she’d expected him to be. Outgoing perhaps, maybe even arrogant considering the abysmal first impression he’d made on her. Instead Krum is just… there. He doesn’t seem to go out of his way to be asocial, but he never approaches anyone first, and doesn’t bring anything to a conversation unless asked either. It takes a few weeks for her to notice, but it really seems like she’s the only one he talks to on a regular basis, and even that is only because they’re partnered for most their work.

He really doesn’t seem to have any friends, and first impressions aside, Fleur doesn’t know how to feel about that. It’s kind of sad after all. He’s quiet as they follow Healer Desrosiers around the hospital, but he’s also serious and diligent, nothing like the man she met so many nights ago. At first, she thinks he’s trying to impress her with his change of attitude, and resolves to not let her guard down. She’s met too many two-faced liars who behave differently in public and in private after all, and won't let herself be tricked by another one...

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Working with Krum isn’t as much of a hassle as she expected it to be despite it all. As… uncouth as he’d been in that first meeting, his work ethic is irreproachable. In fact, if she didn’t have that first impression of him running through her head, she would probably find him as lovely as the rest of the staff seems to. It stings a little to see him so taciturn with her when she’s used to being a social butterfly with just about anyone else, but it doesn’t sting enough for her to take additional steps to solve the issue.

It is as she’s working on literature review, slugging through articles with more and more frustration as none of them even approach what she’s looking for that Fleur finally sees another side of him.

“What’s wrong?” Krum asks, and Fleur is too irritated by her research to even think about being irritated with him.

“None of these people knows how to write a good article,” she says, glaring at the book like she could telepathically set those researchers on fire with her mind. As predicted, nothing happens. Not even the thought of her father’s disappointed face at her behaviour will make her regret the attempt however. If they didn’t want people to curse their names, then they shouldn’t have written a misleading abstract.

“Which subject did you pick?” Krum asks again. Fleur turns to him. She hadn’t expected more than a commiserating groan, based on their previous interactions. He seems sincere though as he stands up from his desk to peer at her screen.

Fleur blinks quickly and focuses back on the text in an attempt to try and ignore how close he is to her. It’s a lost cause, for in that moment, the room seems cooler than usual and the heat of his body all too warm in comparison.

“The one about tissue substitutes. I’ve narrowed it down to a few materials, but I need to ensure none of them interact badly with potion ingredients, especially for internal organ linings. Of course, some of these articles are deliberately obtuse about their findings.” By the time she finishes her speech, Fleur’s irritation with those articles has overwritten her hyperawareness of Krum’s closeness.

He simply hums thoughtfully, and Fleur closes her eyes with a sigh as she realises that he probably doesn’t have anything of value to bring to the table. Not that she expected him to, after. It had been generous enough of him to offer a listening ear and she doesn't expect anything more.

“I think I remember reading someone’s research about that. It’s in Bulgarian, but I can translate it for you.”

Fleur is so stunned by the offer that it takes a few moments for it to register. “You what?” She turns to him, not even registering how close the two of them are in her haste to get answers. “But Bulgarian isn’t even within the scope of most translation spells! And this project is due in three days, you can’t possibly have time to do that on top of your own work.”

Fleur doesn’t know why she’s suddenly attempting to dissuade Krum from attempting to help her, but everything she’s said is accurate and there is simply no way what he’s suggesting is possible. Strangely enough, he looks away, the slightest hint of red on his cheeks.

“I’m Bulgarian,” he mutters in the collar of his shirt, so low that Fleur thinks she’s imagined it for a moment. “And I know a spell that bases itself on my own language knowledge as well, so it will work. And it’s no trouble; you’ll have it by tomorrow.”

Then, under her stunned gaze, he turns on his heels and goes right back to his desk. Fleur stares after him, almost wanting to push some more and get answers. But if he really is helping her, now is not the moment to risk antagonising him and risk losing the faint trace of hope that’s started rising in her chest.

The next day, she finds a book and its translated copy on her desk. Attached to it is a folded note, and Fleur opens it carefully.

Sorry for being rude at the bar, it reads simply. There's no signature, no further words, but Fleur doesn't doubt who it's from nor its sincerity. She chances a look at Krum's usual seat and isn't surprised to see it empty. He doesn't seem like the kind of person who'd appreciate effusive gratitude, but she wishes he was there for her to thank him at least.

Putting the note back on the desk, Fleur sits down to open the offered book. She'll have to do something nice for him in return.

[remedialpotions]

Things you said 29 and 51

A/N: First of all, I’m so sorry that this took about fifty years for me to write. Better late than never? Second of all, I’m posting this today so it can also act as celebration of Hermione’s birthday 🌟 We all know Ron is making sure she has the best day ever!

This is for prompt 29 - prompt 51 can be found here.

Now on with the fic!

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in the backyard at night

He thought he’d get a song out of her, maybe two, but an hour had sailed by them and she showed no signs of stopping. She’d made no attempts to leave him on the dance floor, hadn’t mentioned the loo or checking on Harry, she just danced with him. She let him spin her around, that floaty lilac dress twirling around her knees, a laugh taking over her face, and she let him hold her close during the slow songs. In her heeled shoes, she was taller than usual, her head actually came up past his shoulders, and every so often their eyes locked and he had to work to keep himself from trembling all over.

The walls had started to crumble between them. Ron could admit that it had begun after his long-overdue breakup with Lavender, but now that they were away from Hogwarts, it was an unstoppable force, growing stronger all the time. All of the excuses and all of the fears and apprehensions had fallen away, and he felt on the precipice of something with Hermione now, like he needed to leap, or turn away completely.

Because ‘just friends’ didn’t dance like this. Hermione was pressed right up against him, her face tucked into his neck, her sweet-smelling hair tickling his nose. And she wasn’t the type to just fall all over whichever bloke showed interest in her: this was a girl who could have spent the summer at Viktor Krum’s mansion in Bulgaria, and simply hadn’t. And Viktor, the git, had been eyeing her up all night, but she had chosen to dance with him, Ron, instead.

That had to mean something.

Kiss her, said a voice in his head. Do it now.

It was the perfect setting, really, with this vibe of romance and revelry in the air, and her looking even prettier than usual in her dress and him in dress robes that actually fit. Besides, he wasn’t naive: they were at war. They were supposed to leave tomorrow with Harry, not that they knew at all were they were going (aside from Godric’s Hollow, possibly, at some point), and really, no one was as safe as they’d like to believe.

So if he didn’t kiss her tonight… then he might never get another chance.

That was not a regret he wanted to have.

“Hermione?” he said, so softly that he wasn’t sure she would even hear.

She picked her head up from his shoulder and looked directly at him, open, inquisitive. “Hmm?”

Over the top of her head he saw a sea of redheads, most of them related to him. Had he gone mad? Did he really want to go kissing Hermione - for the first time - in front of his parents and Aunt Muriel? And the twins, oh Merlin, they’d take the mickey so hard, they’d probably team up with Ginny and Charlie and he’d never hear the end of it.

“D’you wanna go for a walk?”

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Hermione didn’t have a very big family, but she did have an older cousin who had finished at Muggle university while Hermione was still in primary school. She had, upon learning that Hermione would be attending “boarding school”, felt instantly compelled to explain a few things to an eleven-year-old, one of them being that if a boy asked you to his room to watch a film, he didn’t just want to watch a film.

And Hermione hoped, desperately, that this walk Ron had invited her on would consist of more than just walking.

“Yes,” she nodded, breathless, “sure.”

Her eyes flitted around the tent over his shoulder.

“Barny’ll be fine,” said Ron as though reading her mind. “He’s gotten away from Muriel, at least.”

He released her, fingertips skimming along her waist.

“All right, let’s go.”

It took a bit of strategic navigation to escape the dance floor undetected, but thankfully the twins had grown increasingly distracted by some of Fleur’s veela cousins, and soon they were stepping out into the humid summer evening. The grass crunched softly under their footsteps, the din of the band and the party receding into the background as they walked toward the apple orchard. Their knuckles kept brushing, each point of contact like a spark between them, and as they turned to walk along the creek that edged the Weasleys’ property, Hermione slipped her hand into his. His palm was rough from years of Quidditch, but his hand was warm, gentle, careful as he adjusted his grip so their fingers intertwined.

“So,” said Ron, and Hermione thought she detected the faintest tremor in his voice, “thanks for dancing with me tonight.”

“Thanks for asking.”

“Thought I should beat Vicky to the punch for once,” he teased, but as Hermione looked up at him, the smile dropped quickly off his face. “I hope you know - that’s not why I asked you.”

“Then why did you?”

Their footsteps slowed as they moved between the trees. The party was a distant memory now, there was nothing left but the blanket of stars above them, the rustling leaves, the warm breeze that blew her hair away from her face.

“Because…” Ron swallowed heavily. “I didn’t want to make the same mistakes that I made before where - where I didn’t choose you. I should have always chosen you.”

Ron was prone to sarcasm, to a dry, irreverent wit, to using humor as a defense mechanism, but his voice carried a sincerity that Hermione had never before heard from him. Even in the pale silver glow of the crescent moon, she could see the need in his eyes, the desire for her to understand.

“I’m glad you did.”

Ron stopped walking. “You - really?”

“I wouldn’t have danced with anyone else.”

He turned to face her, their hands still linked, and Hermione felt a thrumming in her nerves, a sense of brilliant anticipation. She had never felt so sure of anything, so certain in what she wanted and what was about to happen. Ron’s hands were warm around hers, and shaking, and he was right there, so close that she could make out the freckles gracing the bridge of his nose.

An explosion burst through the Ron-induced fog in Hermione’s mind, and she spun around to see streaks of vibrant pink and green illuminating the sky - the twins setting off Wildfire Whizzbangs.

“Right,” she breathed. “The wedding.” She’d nearly forgotten all about it.

Ron’s hands had gone completely still in hers. “Right.”

“Should we… go back?”

He gave a brisk nod, though it appeared to cost him a great deal to do so. “Yeah. Reckon we should.”

Silence surrounded them on their trip back to the tent, and when they arrived, they found a Polyjuiced Harry sitting at a table with Elphias Doge, of all people. Instantly, Hermione dropped into a chair beside him, kicking off a shoe and making a big show of rubbing her aching feet.

“I simply can’t dance anymore,” she lamented, hoping Harry hadn’t noticed that they’d not recently been on the dance floor at all. “Ron’s gone to get more butterbeers-“

But just, then a Lynx Patronus burst into the tent.

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you can find more things you said prompts here!

[notdeadjack]

Annual Reclist 2018 Part 2

Aaaand the rest!

I changed my mind, back to Part 1 please

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Boku no Hero Academia

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11738184   slow it down (go easy on me) by newamsterdam   26k, Kirishima/Bakugou, time travel,

It’s at that moment that Bakugou realizes something is very, very wrong. He glances down at himself and sees scars he’s never had before along his arms, little nicks and scratches he’d never have been oblivious to. When he reaches up, his limbs feel longer, and as he staggers to his feet he stands several centimeters taller than he had, last thing he knew. He glances at the mirror, catches sight of his reflection, and screams.

One of the doors on the opposite side of the room bursts open, steam spilling out into the bedroom. A man crosses the room in quick strides, looking around for some enemy he can’t yet see.

No, not just a man. Kirishima.

- When a confrontation with a villain throws Bakugou through time, he's forced to face a future he never imagined, and maybe something he can't leave behind.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11086329   but i've got an angry heart by newamsterdam   40k, Kirishima/Bakugou, AU,

He’s about to open his door to go to the shared bathroom on this floor when he notices the scrap of paper that’s been pushed under his door. It’s a salmon-colored flashcard, the type that’s sold in 500-packs with multiple colors. Bakugou stoops to retrieve it, frowning at the message he finds written on it.

Hey neighbor, welcome to the house! I heard you knocking things around, yesterday, and I think you maybe punched a wall? Anyway, the landlady gets pissy if you put holes in the wall, but I have a punching bag! You can come over and use it, or I can move it into the hall, if you want!

There’s only one other bedroom on the fourth floor. Now, Bakugou crosses the hall to the bedroom on the right side, slamming the post-it note against the door.

Fuck off and die, it reads.

-Bakugou Katsuki is not going to jeopardize his future a second time, and that means staying away from anyone who gets too

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14091123   houdini by chonideno   14k, Kirishima/Bakugou, forced proximity,

Kirishima gets stuck in a closet with Bakugou for the sake of a stupid game, and it's fine, it's only seven minutes, what's the worst that could happen

or how Bakugou finds some sort of excuse to make the time go faster and Kirishima realizes he doesn't really want to get out of here

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/7508896   The Weight of Your Hand by kamin   39k, Kirishima/Bakugou, h/c, injury,

That night, to the citizens, the explosions were a jolt of fear at every blast, but to the heroes and the students of UA, they were punches and swings, fierce fighting and loud strength. The explosions were the pulse of the battle, and the power of a boy that would never back down.

One after another, explosions set a chorus through the shuddering city.

And then, suddenly—the explosions stopped.

(In which Bakugou’s kidnapping goes a little differently, and just a few seconds could change so much.)

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/9121246   Summer Stars by PitViperOfDoom   61k, Midoriya/Todoroki, h/c, pining,

It's been judged safe to send the students of UA home to their families for the first three weeks of summer, much to the relief of everyone whose name isn't Todoroki Shouto. Luckily, Midoriya has a solution for him, and Midoriya Inko has a lot of love to give.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11066478   Burn and Breathe by PitViperOfDoom   11k, Midoriya/Todoroki, soulmates, child abuse,

Soulmates are connected through pain, and some bonds have more to share than others. Todoroki Shouto wishes he could reject his soulmate. Midoriya wants nothing more than to protect his own.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12706668     Slow to Start (But Quick to Burn) by mousapelli   29k, Kirishima/Bakugou, abo,

Bakugou is loud, abrasive, and way too strong to be a "good" omega, and he doesn't give half a damn if that's what everybody else thinks. The good news is that Kirishima is 100% into him just the way he is. The bad news is he might be 150% into Kirishima.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14392344   Something Just Like This by imatrisarahtops   18k, Kirishima/Bakugou, pining, fluff,

Bakugou considered Kirishima to be several things.

He was loud and outspoken, far too cheerful and friendly, and ultimately rather annoying. On several occasions, he couldn’t help but wonder why he tolerated the redhead’s presence; in fact, to a certain point he might even say that he enjoyed it—though he’d never admit it out loud. But the boy did have redeeming qualities, as well. He was earnest and patient, strong and determined, steadfast and incredibly loyal.

One thing that Kirishima was definitely not was shy.

Which was why Bakugou couldn’t help but find the other boy’s recent behavior baffling.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14755280   Bite by Moment_of_Tangency   2k, Kirishima/Bakugou, rough sex, abo, alpha/alpha,

“So,” Kaminari says, idly sipping his juice. “Alpha on alpha. What’s that like?”

Eijirou doesn’t look up from where he’s staring across the room, watching the back of Bakugou’s neck as he makes his way through the lunch line. “It’s a battle of wills.”

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Yuri!!! on Ice

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/9618635   Those Three Words by azriona   31k, Viktor/Yuuri, ABO, accidental pregnancy, pining, slow burn,

Their one night of passion in Sochi left Victor Nikiforov with a bit more of a souvenir than either he or Yuuri Katsuki bargained for. Oops?

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https://archiveofourown.org/series/620242   Rivals series by Reiya   434k, Viktor/Yuuri, canon AU, unreliable narrator, rivals to lovers, hate sex, pining, unrequited feelings, falling in love, angst,

A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.

Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/8963419     silver by pageleaf   2k, Vikton/Yuuri, dom/sub,

"Oh? You can't kiss silver?"

Viktor makes a mock-horrified face. "Silver? No way!"

Ah. Yuuri recognizes this—Viktor getting into one of his bratty moods. Yuuri's never really tried to do anything about it before, and eventually Viktor always tones it back down, but this time, Yuuri wonders...

He shrugs. "Well, I guess I just won't be able to kiss you then."

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Harry Potter

and related

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1049966   Azoth by zeitgeistic (faire_weather)   88k, Harry/Draco, pining,

Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12772770   Light in August by orestesfasting   21k, Sirius/Remus, first time, friends to lovers,

Summer, 1977. With the full moon approaching, Sirius heads up to the Lupins' countryside cottage to make himself useful. Or to make a complete and utter arse out of himself, because really, that’s all he can seem to do around Remus these days.

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Marvel

all the universes

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2423135   Buck Me by OhCaptainMyCaptain     32k, Steve/Bucky, AU, porn, pining,

Steve's been friends with Bucky for fourteen years. Unfortunately, he's also been in love with him for nearly just as long. He's been pretty good at hiding that over the past few years - until he follows a porn link one night and accidentally discovers that his best friend is secretly a camboy. Steve really shouldn't watch those videos... Not with the filthy things Bucky does to himself that gets him screaming every time he comes...

He shouldn't... he really fucking shouldn't.

But Steve's only human.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11341023   Treasured by Dira Sudis (dsudis), Sealcat   24k, Steve/Bucky, AU, dragon!Bucky,

When everyone in town became convinced that a dragon really had come again to the Old Lair, and that the town would have to offer it tribute, they all looked at Steve.

Honestly, he was relieved.

-This is the fic that kept me thinking of dragon dicks for like a month straight

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/6232762   Push It Real Good by spoffyumi     35k, Steve/Bucky, AU, pining, bed sharing, dudes being bros,

The way Steve had to steel himself to ask the question made Bucky a little wary. "Will you be my partner for a Lamaze class?"

For a few long moments, Bucky just blinked at him, not knowing which question to ask first. Finally he went with the biggest question on his mind. "What?"

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2159736   Boys by epeolatry   23k, Steve/Bucky, bed sharing, BDSM,

Two scrappy boys meet in Brooklyn during the Depression. For the longest time they'll think that being dirt poor is the worst the world can throw at them, but from the very start they know that each is the best of the other's life.

Or; Steve and Bucky's origin years, complete with clumsy feelings and illegal boners.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1745402   Cheek to Cheek by orphan_account   5k, Steve/Bucky, crossdressing,

'Tell you what,' Bucky said, his arm coming out to push Steve gently further into the sidewalk as a car trundled past, spraying some of the icy slush up into the air. 'We'll head in again next week, alright? And you'll dance if I have to dance with you myself.'

Steve laughed at that, a short huff of humor followed by a couple of light coughs. He swiped at his forehead, flattening his part. 'That'll be a sight,' he said, but honestly thought that if there were anyone he'd like to dance with, it'd be Bucky.

Steve and Bucky, rooftops and dancing, crossdressing and porn, and little else.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/308731   bent my knees 'cause I love you by ellievolia   7k, Steve/Bucky, crossdressing,

Warning for cross-dressing, if this isn't your thing, this fic definitely won't be. Steve discovers a secret about Bucky, and it quickly snowballs into something much bigger. Set post wake up/winter soldier.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/8809780     The Stalking of Wade Wilson by s0ymilk   18k, Peter/Wade, enemies to friends to lovers,

"It’s around this point that a niggling thread of thought worms its way into his head when he’s not paying attention, one that gently suggests that Wade might be slightly less of a bad guy than Peter previously thought."

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13949802     Heroes and Suckers (and Everything in Between) by Ravenmaster     79k, Peter/Wade, fake accusations of child abuse,

When Peter Parker meets Wade Wilson as a freshman in college, their first meeting is a bit... messy.

Peter isn't happy about it. May is absolutely not happy about it. And Mr. Stark? Yeah, he's really effing pissed about it.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/10863330     Nurse Parker by HaveMyWeedCookies     14k, Peter/Wade, canon-AU, protective Deadpool,

Deadpool frequented a particular balcony every night for a friendly visit and getting his wounds patched up by his favorite nurse.

Or an alternative universe where Peter pursues a career in nursing to help people instead of embracing the responsibility of Spider-Man. But Deadpool is still Deadpool.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11859168     Peter Parker's Night Clinic for Kinda Crappy, Accidental Superheroes by Trickster88   6k, Peter/Wade, AU,

Peter works long hours, okay, but he really can’t ignore the man bleeding out on his fire escape, no matter how much he’d rather collapse face first onto his bed and sink into oblivion.

Written for the Spideypool Big Bang 2017!

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/7722451     Chiaroscuro by Purple_Mind   5k, Peter/Wade, pre-slash,

Peter needs to take a good picture for a college course photography assignment, but can't, for the life of him, find a decent subject, and time is running out. It's a good thing Wade is willing to lend a hand (or, rather, another part of his anatomy).

Pure fluff: definitely not half as dirty as that last sentence would have you believe.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/8611360   Five Times Spider-Man Carried Deadpool and One Time He Didn't by blue_jack   2k, Peter/Wade, 5+1,

The first time was an accident.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/6712384   DIY Sutures by HelloAfternoon   5k, Peter/Wade,

Peter doesn't understand Deadpool, and comes to realize that it might be because he never really tried to.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/3358037   i wanna ruin our friendship by nni   6k, Peter/Wade,

we should be lovers instead

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13395966   this heart needs (something) by bankrobbery   9k, Peter/Wade, sex pollen,

‘Okay, come on, you have to think about this rationally,’ Peter thinks to himself and it’s not that he can’t reason his reaction out, it’s not that he can’t listen to his own advice, it’s that he doesn’t want to.

Peter gets hit by sex pollen. Deadpool helps out. That should be the end of it.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11793207   But Today My Heart Swings by bankrobbery   9k, Peter/Wade, sex pollen,

“What did I fucking say?!” Deadpool yells from across the room. “‘Don’t go into the drug lord’s sex den without me.’ I was very specific!”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/6251710     Sweet Pussy by Saucery   2k, Peter/Wade, uuuh kinda, crack, cat!deadpool,

Spider-Man had a reputation as a smalltime hero, but he’d never actually rescued a cat from a tree, before.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11612208   I Think I Might've Inhaled You by SordidDetailsFollowing     208k, Peter/Wade, Peter/Harry,

Peter has enough problems with high school, friendship complications, an internship at Oscorp, and his arachnid alter ego. Throw in a merc with a mouth covered in unfairly sexy red spandex, and things get a little crazy.

Wade just wants to talk shit with his friend Weasel, eat tacos, listen to bad tween pop music, and participate in some soft-core torture and murder. When a certain little spider swings into his life, things get complicated.

Spider-Man saves people. Deadpool kills them. An unlikely friendship (and maybe more) forms, but will it still work when the masks come off?

do note that this fic is very long, well written with an engaging plot. BUT, it is not completely resolved by the end as it is a two part story and the second part is as of writing this, still a wip. it gets a bit darker by the end, too.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/7316119   you grow up and you lose touch by scarlett_starlett     52k, Peter/Wade, slow build, kid fic, families of choice,

Peter always thought that when he had kids, there would be someone by his side.

Instead, he has a mouthy mercenary acting as a chef every night for him and his newly adopted son and a narcissistic billionaire philanthropist paying child support on the sly. But Peter figures it isn’t all bad, especially when Miles loses that dullness in his eyes whenever Wade slips on the banana peels he ‘strategically’ places all over the apartment for Peter as a joke.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11811996     Half Your Age (Plus Seven) by fancastical   80k, Peter/Wade, pining,

In which Deadpool has oddly specific and frustrating morals, Spider-Man has excellent friends, his lab partner has an opening for a bassist, Johnny Storm has the warmest feet, and everyone has had enough of hearing Peter talk about Wade Wilson (except Aunt May: she’s always glad to hear he’s back in town).

Written for the Spideypool Big Bang 2017!

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15027875   I dunno how to act or if I should be leavin' by sadieb798   8k, Peter/Wade,

A sudden weight clamps down on Peter’s right shoulder - a hand, he realizes when the fingers give his arm a brief squeeze - that immediately makes him tense. Why didn’t my spider-sense go off? Peter wonders as he turns to look -

And comes face-to-face with Deadpool.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/16204838       Vessel by linguamortua   2k, Eddie/Venom, masturbation,

When Venom was quiet, and when he wasn’t shooting giant fucking tentacles out of Eddie’s body, Eddie couldn’t much feel his presence. Occasionally there was a flicker of something: of anger, of hunger. Right now there was nothing. So maybe Eddie had pissed him off. Or—and this was a thought that Eddie had not had before—perhaps he had hurt Venom’s feelings. He lay there, staring at the ceiling and listening to the couple banging next door. She was making a lot of noise. The blood came up his neck and face a little. And then a little more, now he knew that Venom would be able to feel it too.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/16333031   Lovesick Baby by surveycorpsjean   6k, Eddie/Venom,

Eddie spent his whole life alone in his head. Now he’s not sure he could ever go back.

Sometimes, you want things you shouldn't.

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Kingsman

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/4107487   Care and Custody by esama   50k, Eggsy/Harry, canon AU, abuse, murder, domestic fluff, kid fic, shaving,

Eggsy takes out the medal in slightly worse circumstances, asking for a miracle.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/4674956   No Charm Equal by potentiality_26   29k, Eggsy/Harry, AU, cupids,

To say that Harry was too surprised to react at first would have been a grave understatement. He wasn’t literally invisible, because he did sometimes need to interact with mortals to do his job, he was just unnoticeable. People- the particular charge he had been assigned to most of all- were meant to see him and yet never actually process his presence. Unless he showed up in their houses- which a gentleman would never do, of course- they would ignore him and just get on with their lives.

And yet here Eggsy was, closer than anyone had been to Harry since- well, since he was mortal, and that was long enough ago that Harry could hardly remember it- snarling, “Why are you following me?”

Harry is a cupid. His latest assignment is proving to be... complicated.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/4648161   No one likes us (we don't care) by concernedlily   25k, Eggsy/Harry, ABO, alpha/alpha, spanking,

When Harry Hart turned up at the police station to pick Eggsy up, he thought his luck had changed - after years of Dean, this posh new alpha was offering to take Eggsy away from the estate where he'd been afraid he'd spend the rest of his life cast out from society as a rough, unbonded alpha, into a world of excitement and potential he'd never imagined - the world that killed his father. But as he competes with other young alphas to take a place at Kingsman's table, he realises his feelings for Harry aren't quite as simple as the guardianship that's the only relationship between alphas the world recognises.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/7769770   For the sake of a simple thing by concernedlily   58k, Eggsy/Harry, AU, dub-con, unsexy rentboy sex,

When Dean Baker's far-right group start to branch out into domestic terrorism, MI5 and the Met hand over to Kingsman - and hand over his seventeen-year-old stepson to Harry to run as a spy in Baker's house.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/5757943   Bend and Stretch by concernedlily   12k, Eggsy/Harry, AU, gymnastics,

Harry is a gymnastics coach. Eggsy has skills.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/3817126   Strange Sights, Strange Wonders by manic_intent   51k, Eggsy/Harry, Stardust AU,

In the glade where the star had fallen, the gloom of the gnarled old woods was deeper than night, save around the blackberry bush that had broken his fall: the grass and the battered leaves were now luminous, moon-touched. There was a long pause, broken by the sounds of twittering insects and the forest folk, then, there was a loudly groaned, “Fuck!”

The star rubbed a hand over his eyes, then flinched and held his hand up, spreading unfamiliar fingers up against the night sky. He turned his hand this way and that, curling and uncurling fingers, then he let out a softer, yet just as vehement “fuck!” and sat up, wincing.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/7249117   Scar Mark by Kayzo   50k, Eggsy/Harry, soulmates,

Eggsy could do without it really, the whole soulmate-destined-to-be-together-and-love-each-other-very-much thing. He's lived enough of a life of violence to know whoever's on the other end of this thing he's better off without--or they're better off without him.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/5617303   Ballerino by Deepdarkwaters   53k, Eggsy/Harry, AU, ballet,

ballerino, Italian 1. (n) male dancer 2. (adj) unstable, fickle, fluctuating

AU: How different would Eggsy's life have turned out if Kingsman gave decent financial support to Lee's family after his death? With no Dean around to squash his interests, gymnastics leads to ballet school and a career as classical ballet's least likely ingenu.

There's also some kind of drama about famous folk disappearing and something about mass genocide.

There's also the matter of Harry Hart's gigantic, embarrassing, all-consuming crush. Bit awkward, really.

- aka the fic that is responsible for all the ballet vids that show up in my youtube suggested views list these days

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/3476996   Class Of Conduct by fideliant   13k, Eggsy/Harry, h/c,

Or, Six Things Eggsy Has Learned About Being A Gentleman

“Lesson number one,” Harry says. “Manners matter.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/5808790   In Unison by marginaliana   8k, Eggsy/Harry,

Harry's smirk eases into a smile. He puts down a hand to help Eggsy up – a hand he certainly doesn't need, thanks, but it's the kind of thing that Harry keeps doing, like it makes him feel he's being gentlemanly or something. Eggsy takes it, setting his palm against Harry's warm, slightly dusty one, and—

Oh, fuck me, Eggsy thinks. I am attracted to Harry Hart.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/3723475   Only As Directed by rageprufrock   12k, Eggsy/Harry, guided honeypot, filth,

“Arthur is a bad man,” Roxy had said.

“Fucking tell me about it,” Eggsy had muttered, and gone to put on the tarty trousers Harry had picked out for him like a fucking high-end pimp.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/3486896   Rated R for Explicit Language by stereokem   4k, Eggsy/Harry, accent, voyeurism, honeypot,

Gary "Eggsy" Unwin had a filthy fucking mouth.

(Fortunately, so did Harry Hart).

----- Merlin buzzed into being over both of their coms. “Galahad. Arthur. You two all right?”

“Yeah, we’re fucking fantastic, ‘fanks. We’re comin’ out, tell me you’ve got extraction on the fucking stand-by.”

“Did you—”

“Yeah, we fucking got it done, an’ now genius ‘ere ‘as got ‘imself a bloody injury, so tell me you’ve extraction outside, yeah?”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11303406   Whatever Is, Is Good by Deepdarkwaters, Paxdracona   22k, Merlin/Harry, pre-Eggsy/Merlin/Harry, canon AU, puppies,

Harry Hart should not be allowed within fifty feet of tiny runty puppies because he loses all reason. When he finds an abandoned teacup schnauzer searching for food in the bins, he immediately decides he’s going to be its mother and brings it home to love forever. Obviously he doesn’t stop to consider the fact that he’s out of the country more often than not so all the actual looking after is going to fall on Merlin, who has a deep disdain for people who make their dogs wear clothes and thinks anything smaller than a wolfhound is basically a pointless rodent.

Meanwhile, Eggsy is floundering on probation after grassing up Dean and his thugs in return for escaping jail time for his part in all their previous criminal activity. Life is looking pretty bleak, no money and no prospects - until he meets a ridiculous eccentric couple and their amazing little dog, and is hired as its nanny.

Contains deeply inappropriate use of the phrases "good boy", "bad boy", and "where’s your squeaky balls?"

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/6869278   His Master's Voice by VioletSmith   1k, Merlin/Harry, Eggsy/Harry kinda, smut, oblivious Eggsy,

This is pure filth, start to finish. Merlin and Harry shag up against a door, Eggsy is on the other side.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/6532117   an ounce of performance by venvephe     12k, Eggsy/Harry, fake relationship, exhibitionism, praise kink, voyeurism,

Harry leans in, puts his warm hands on Eggsy’s hips again to steady himself. It feels only natural to loop his arms around Harry’s neck, to follow his lead and tilt his head to the side when Harry’s mouth inches towards his ear.

“Our suite has been bugged,” Harry says softly, only just audible over the rush of water.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/5759593   The Gentleman is Not for Sale (But He is for Rent) by mizore, mongoose_bite   53k, Eggsy/Harry, AU, sugar daddy!Eggsy, praise kink,

When Michelle won the National Lottery, life became slightly easier for Eggsy, but no less complicated. Their new social circle neither likes nor respects them, despite Michelle's best efforts, and for Eggsy the feeling is mutual. Meeting the toffs up close only confirms what he's always suspected; money does not make you a gentleman.

It does, however, allow you to rent one. An Ossan Rental/Reverse Sugar Daddy AU.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/4456499   Avia by Cortesia   73k, Eggsy/Harry, AU, implied non-con, soulmates, wingfic,

There was little to be done the day Gary Unwin was born. Like any other child, he was born into the world small and weak. But unlike other children in his neighborhood, he was born different.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/3664047   The Spy who Loved Me (Or so they say) by ToriCeratops   54k, Eggsy/Harry, fake relationship, pining,

In the wake of V-day the world’s economy hangs in a delicate balance, liable to crumble without warning. One man has the knowledge and the power necessary to send it tumbling down, so that only he remains on top.

The Kingsman have been tasked with stopping him before he can carry out his plan. In order to do so, Harry and Eggsy must act as lovers at an elite couple’s getaway to earn this man’s trust. Will they be able to carry out their mission as planned? Or will old wounds and buried emotions cause a havoc greater than anything they could have expected?

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/3735118   Bon Appétit by Galahard   57k, Eggsy/Harry, AU, slow build,

“This is actually an excellent opportunity for you. Kingsman is one of the most elite cooking schools in London, and they so rarely offer evening courses like this. The fact that they were willing to work with us and allow you to attend is a miracle.”

“It’s basic though, yeah?” Basic was what he needed. He just needed to learn enough so that Deanna wasn’t eating frozen pizza or chicken nuggets every meal, and his mum wasn’t exactly in the mood to cook most days. Cooking had always been his dad’s thing, he’d been about to trade up from a sous chef to a full chef when his accident had happened.

Sure, Eggsy could eat junk all day long if he had to, but his half-sister deserved better. He could give her better.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12027834   (Physical) Therapy by Galahard   13k, Eggsy/Harry, AU, light dom/sub,

Prompt: Harry is a survivor of V-Day. He is assigned a physical therapist who is supposed to get him back to normal. Their increasing interactions and sexual tension become the shining light in Harry's life.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/4261776   A Different Place and Time by Ferrero13   23k, Eggsy/Harry, sooulmates, time travel, pining,

Eggsy’s words are 'What’s your name, young man?', but Harry’s isn’t 'Eggsy.' So he keeps quiet, keeps it to himself, but when he finds himself face to face with a younger Harry Hart, Eggsy can't help falling in love all over again.

Sometimes, the first words you say to your soulmate aren’t the first they hear from you.

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[omgkatsudonplease]

I'm not quite sure which of your fics is tsm -_-' Is it the mistress au or rewrite the stars? If one of the two /is/ then.... Next for mistress au and wedding as a prompt for rewrite the stars?

tsm is a thousand shattered mirrors, the murder mystery/psychological horror fic @exile-wrath​ and i are working on! i haven’t written much of mistress au lately so i can’t really offer much there but i can give you some more of the gigi au i wrote for @thehobbem​! as well as your other prompt, hold on…

Gigi AU: the next line. meaning i will finish the sentence I’m on and write a new one, which you’ll get.

He is brought to the house on the Royal Quarter a week in advance of Viktor’s return from the Allegrian coast. Minako and Phichit help him move in, carrying in several carboard boxes full of books, tied with string. Besides that, the rest of Yuuri’s possessions fit neatly inside one suitcase.

All of that immediately goes out the window when the housekeeper, a severe yet deathly beautiful woman named Lilia, gets ahold of him. “Good teeth,” she says, prying his mouth open like he’s a prize racehorse. “Dancer’s posture, good, good. Elegant. A little on the fat side –”

Phichit coughs scathingly. Lilia raises an eyebrow. 

“I am sure a stricter diet and more exercise will help,” she continues, before tilting his head to the side. “Beautiful hair and eyes. How are his manners?”

Minako looks distinctly discomfited by that. “The Katsukis are a family of good stock,” she declares stiffly. Lilia hums.

“The older sister runs a dance hall,” she points out, her opinion of dance halls evident in her voice. Yuuri bristles, but Minako beats him to the punch. 

“The older sister runs a business,” she counters, “which is indicative of a well-rounded education. Yuuri here has obtained graduate degrees in literature and history, and speaks numerous languages.”

“But does he know the correct way to eat lobster?” wonders Lilia drily. “Can he determine the value of pearls and emeralds? Or the proper quality of a gentleman’s cigar?”

“It was covered,” Yuuri bites out. “But I still don’t see why any of it matters. Viktor chose me, for some reason.”

“For some reason indeed,” agrees Lilia. “He chose you. That is to say, he chooses you for now, and if you fail to meet his expectations for his mistress, he may choose someone more suitable in the future.” Something in her voice implies she’s already counting down the days. Yuuri can feel himself wilting deep inside, but resolves himself as he looks over her shoulder at the portrait of Viktor just above the parlour’s mantlepiece. 

“He won’t,” he says, through gritted teeth. “I’ll see to it.”

Rewrite the Stars: you post a prompt, and i’ll write three sentences based on that prompt, set in the same time/setting as my current project

“Would you want a formal bond recognition ceremony when we next return to Neva?” Viktor wonders one evening as they watch the stars wheel by on the observation deck. Tucked in the circle of his arms, Yuuri considers the concept as he leans against his bondmate and savours in his warmth. 

“Would it be a pompous royal affair?” he wonders.

“Possibly,” says Viktor, grimacing slightly. “But that also means we get to broadcast the ceremony across the galaxy. Show everyone who I finally belong to.” A shiver runs down Yuuri’s spine at that thought, especially as Viktor presses their foreheads together, his long silver lashes bright against his ice-blue skin.

“I don’t know if I have the stomach for seeing my face plastered on every interneb site for the next standard half-year,” he admits. “We could get married on Earth first.”

“Married?” echoes Viktor. “Like the friendship license you had with Phichit?”

“Well, there would be more sex involved in a Terran marriage,” Yuuri points out drily. “And Federation tax benefits.”

Viktor grins. “Tell me more,” he purrs, and Yuuri laughs at that.

(no excuses writing asks)

[xyloophones]

33 for victuuri please?

so this.... ran away from me....  heres 1k of the “petty rivalry that everyone takes way too seriously” trope 

also this is me projecting bc i love halloween 

(anyway au where theyre all grad students and also au where millennials can afford houses hahahahhsaf ha im crying help me)

33. “Something about you makes me want to commit extreme violence.”

Yuuri loves Halloween season.

Every year, Yuuri works his ass off to put up Halloween decorations and every year, without fail, his asshole neighbors manage to one-up him.

In 2015, when Yuuri and Phichit first moved into the neighborhood, Yuuri adorned their house with a modest sprinkling of orange fairy lights. Minimal, yet festive. The Nikiforovs responded by draping their house in orange fairy lights and light up ghosts the very next day.

Yuuri watched from the living room windows as they put up the lights, his eyes narrowed. The oldest of the two brothers, Viktor, caught Yuuri peaking out through the blinks and winked at him. Winked!

“Who do they think they are? Light up ghosts? What is this, 2007?” Yuuri muttered. Unfortunately, Phichit had already left for class and wasn’t there to appreciate his snarky comment.

The next year, Yuuri went all out. He had fake tombstones dotting the lawn, complete with creepy skeleton hands busting out from the dirt. He hung a ghost from a nearby tree, positioned so that it’s ghostly robes would flutter in the breeze. He even enlisted Phichit’s help in hanging small bats from their gutter.

It was glorious. A shrine to the Halloween spirit.

The next day, Viktor caught Yuuri while he was leaving to go to work. He waved at Yuuri and then jogged across the street, stopping a little too close for comfort.

It’s an intimidation tactic, Yuuri thought. I can’t show weakness.

“Hey, Yuuri!” Viktor grinned at him, bright and adorable. Adorable? No! No, not adorable. “I love your decorations this year! Especially the ghost. Very spooky.”

“I worked very hard on them,” Yuuri says cautiously. He subtly peers over Viktor’s broad, well-muscled shoulder to take a look at his lawn. It looks like Viktor was in the middle of pulling out his own decorations.

Viktor notices. “Oh! Yeah, I’m putting up our stuff right now.”

Yuuri thinks he sees an inflatable zombie leaned up against Viktor’s porch. His eye twitches.

“Have you always been so enthusiastic about Halloween?”

“Oh, uh. . . no,” Viktor laughs nervously. “I, uh... not... really. I mean, it’s just Yura and I, but he’s a little too old for Halloween so we really never decorated until. . . .”

Until he made it his life’s mission to upstage Yuuri’s decorations. Right.

“But you’re really into it, right? That’s cool. You’re cool. I mean, uh, it’s cool that you like Halloween. Um.”

Yuuri blinks. Viktor Nikiforov may be hot. And really nice. And kind of adorable. And, according to Phichit, also getting his doctorate in psychology. But Yuuri wasn’t born yesterday. He knows a good, old fashioned, neighborly rivalry when he sees one.

Viktor says something about grabbing lunch–– probably an attempt to steal Yuuri’s pumpkin carving ideas–– but Yuuri is already late for work, so he bids Viktor goodbye and rushes off.

When Yuuri comes home, later that evening, Viktor’s house is lit up. He has lights, inflatable ghosts, the whole shebang. Yuuri seethes.

“Something about that man makes me want to commit extreme violence,” Yuuri tells Phichit. “I hate him.”

Phichit rolls his eyes. “Sure, Yuuri. You keep telling yourself that.”

“He’s absolutely horrible.”

“He dropped off some cookies earlier.” Phichit gestures to a Tupperware container, sitting on the counter. “Pumpkin spice. They’re delicious. You’re lucky I saved you some.”

Yuuri takes an experimental bite. They’re the best cookies Yuuri has ever had.

“These are awful,” he says, taking another bite. “Truly terrible.” He stuffs an entire cookie into his mouth.

Yuuri spends the rest of that month dodging Viktor and grading papers. When Halloween night rolls around and the trick-or-treaters flock to Viktor’s house, Yuuri resolves that next year will be his year.

This is it. 2017. Yuuri’s year.

The past year has been interesting.

Yuuri’s relationship with his neighbors has blossomed into something that he would tentatively call a friendship. Yuri comes over after school, most days. He started high school this year and he likes to ask Phichit for help with math homework.

Viktor comes over often, too. Usually with Yuri, but sometimes he comes over just to hang out. It’s nice. Viktor is nice. Yuuri no longer considers them mortal enemies, even if sometimes Yuuri wants to punch Viktor.

With his own face. On the lips. Gently.

Not a kiss! Just a… face-punch.

Anyway.

Halloween rolls around again and Yuuri is uncontrollably excited. He has mini glowing ghosts lining the sidewalk and fake spiderwebs strung out across the lawn. Yuuri went the DIY route this year and made his own skeletal dementor to hang by the porch. He’s very proud.

Which is why he’s absolutely furious when he comes home from work one evening to see that Viktor has outdone him. Again. He’s turned his house into a full-blown haunted house, complete with boarded up windows and giant skeletons. It’s magnificent. Yuuri hates him.

Yuuri marches across the street, still in his hospital scrubs, and pounds on the door. Viktor opens it with his dumb, heart-shaped, adorable grin. When he sees Yuuri, he lights up like a carved pumpkin.

“Yuuri! I thought you and Phichit weren’t coming over until later.”

“What’s all this?” Yuuri asks, waving his arms around like a madman.

“My spooky decorations? Do you like them? I tried really hard to––”

“I thought we were friends, Vitya! How could you?!”

“What?”

“You do this every year! You always try to one-up me! I thought it was just, like, a neighborly rivalry thing, but we’re friends, right? And–– just look at this! You’re decorations are fantastic! I’m so mad!”

Yuuri huffs out a breath and glares up at Viktor’s stupidly handsome face.

Viktor looks at him like he’s lost. “Yuuri… I didn’t start decorating because I wanted to one-up you. I was trying to impress you.”

“What.”

“Yuuri, I–– I can’t believe I even have to say this, since I think I’ve been pretty clear with my feelings, but–– Yuuri, I like you.”

Yuuri blinks. “Like…?”

“Romantically. Yeah.”

“Oh.” Yuuri thinks about the past year, full of cozy movie nights and homemade dinner. Suddenly, Phichit’s teasing makes a lot more sense. “Oh.”

Viktor smiles at him sheepishly “Ah, you didn’t know. Yura told me that flirting via inflatable ghosts wasn’t a good strategy. I should have listened to him, he’s a smart kid.”

Yuuri fidgets. Viktor isn’t the asshole neighbor, Yuuri is. “I’m sorry for yelling at you. And accusing you of trying to wage neighborly war with me. And for not noticing that you’ve been… flirting. Can I make it up to you?”

“You’re already forgiven, but I wouldn’t be opposed to dinner? Maybe this time without Phichit and Yura?”

Yuuri grins. “Are you asking me out?”

“No, solnyshko, I think you’re asking me out,” Viktor shoots back, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I am? I am! Vitya, do you want to––”

“Yes.”

Yuuri pulls a face. “I wasn’t done asking.”

“Yuuri, I’ve been pining for two solid years and you were taking forever to ask. I’m sick of waiting!”

“You don’t have to wait much longer,” Yuuri says, before he leans up and kisses him.

// send me two characters or more and a prompt and I’ll write you a short fic //

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Self rec tag

fic authors self rec! when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. 

I was tagged by the wonderful @worldofcopperwings.

On the Cusp of Dawn [ Otayuri, Viktuuri (background ) | T | Royalty, Friends to Lovers | 39,046 | 20/24 | WIP]

[AU where Yuri is a Prince and ranked highest among Omegas, whose life has revolved around his childhood friend, Otabek, who holds the lowest rank among Alphas. Their worlds suddenly comes shattering down after a loss they both isn’t prepared for. AU where there is a medieval tournament to change your birth-rank in the first half and a game of politics in the second half.] Why? Yuri was slumped in a chair beside Otabek’s bed, his brain numb. No matter how hard Yuri tried, he couldn't grasp the reasoning behind Otabek's reckless, foolish decision. Why did he want to lose everything, as if he owed Yuri some debt and this was Otabek’s way to repay him. Did he really think it was okay to sacrifice his life so Yuri could get a better chance to live his. Did he want to return Yuri’s favor for allowing him to be his friend, letting him closer, making him an integral part of his life, the way Yuri never permitted anyone else to be. He'd been a five year old reckless, angry child when he'd first met Otabek.

Love Happens [ Otayuri | G |  Soulmates, First Meetings | 1,655 ]

When your soulmate’s first words to you were supposed to be tattooed on your wrist, a blank wrist was quite intriguing and an open invitation to be teased. Otabek’s wrist was missing a soulband. Every single person in his acquaintance had a soulband, God, even JJ had a soulband.  

Falling For You  [ Otayuri | G | Royalty, Arranged Marriage, Humor, fluff | 8,378]

Otabek gaped at the intricately carved silver frame that held a painting of a face. A big scowling face.

The boy, certainly Prince Yuri, was wearing fine clothes beneath a worn out cheetah print jacket. His studded crown was tilted on his head, ready to fall at any moment if the boy decided to sneeze. A distinct pinch of the eyebrows was a strong indicator of frustration, even anger. Crystal green eyes - an eye, to be precise, was half visible under the curtains of his messy blonde hair and was currently glaring right back at Otabek. “Holy mother of God!” Otabek flinched away from the painting which he thought might somehow take on a life of its own and punch him square in the face. [Royalty, Arranged marriage AU where Otabek owns a sturdy, black stallion and names him Elizabeth]

Hell No [ Otayuri,  Viktuuri | G |  Soulmates, Humor | 7,947 | WIP]

"Katsudon is Viktor’s soulmate." “No, no, no, no, no. Take a deep breath. Calm down. You can handle this maturely and not like some fifteen year old with haywire hormones.” “Goddamn Katsudon is Viktor’s fucking soulmate.” Yuri snapped the pencil in his hand, or at least tried to. Something had definitely been fucked up by someone, probably God, and Yuri was going to fix it.

[Would you tell anyone when you accidentally learn that the person you adore the most and the person you hate the most are actually soulmates? Hell no! --- a novel by Yuri Plisetsky]

You weren't Mine [ JJBek,  Otabek and Yuri | Explicit |  Pining | 2,199 ]

It was so typical of JJ. It was so easy for him to shatter someone’s patience with his quick, snarky gestures, but Otabek wasn't going fall victim to it, not like Yuri.

And i tag, @blownwish-blog, @yours-julie, @boxwineconfession, @ashiiblack, @pllsetskyonice (no pressure ^_^)

[addicted-to-dc]

Damian Wayne/Robin X Reader-The Next Bruce Lee

Oh my goodness gracious I had so much fun writing this!!! I wonder if I could make all of my soulmate fics series, but I’ll decide when I’m done with all of the requests.  Also, the reader and Damian are 18 in this fic.  I just wanted you guys to know so you don’t get confused.  Enjoy!!!

Warning: Blood, Injuries, Fight Scene

Some people would say that living in a universe where soulmates existed was amazing, that you would be able to find your one true love instead of searching for the right person to spend the rest of your life with.  Apparently fate decided that the human race sucked at matchmaking themselves, so they chose to connect humans to their soulmates by receiving their injuries.  Normal people would receive a cut, a scratch or even a broken bone, but you had an assortment of injuries.  Scars first appeared on your arms and hands as a child, making your parents instantly worry for your soulmate, whom they thought lived in an abusive household.  Soon, scars littered your whole body, including your face.  Many of your past friends said they were bad ass, but they just reminded you of the pain your soulmate was going through.

When you were eleven, your parents were killed in an explosion that the Joker had caused during his bombing of a hospital.  Your parents had worked there for over ten years, and now they were gone.  The sympathy you received got old quickly, but it wasn’t enough to save you from Foster Care.  You were immediately stuffed into an orphanage, tossed into it like a piece of trash into a trashcan.  After that, you still attended school, but you scavenged the streets for money and food.  When scavenging didn’t work, you started fighting.  A man you attempted to pickpocket caught you in the act, and instead of turning you in, he introduced you to the wonders of underground fight clubs.  The man, who you came to know as Pete, taught you how to fight properly and even how to fight dirty.  

By the age of eighteen, your body was covered in even more scars, cuts and bruises, from your and your soulmate’s injuries.  You had grown used to the marks that marred your skin, they allowed you to intimidate your opponents just by the sight of you.  You had graduated not only a few months from high school when you started fighting full-time, still splitting your earnings with Pete.  Over the years you spent with him, he taught you so much, taking on the role as your father figure.   You knew he was a criminal, but he had taken care of you when the good guys shoved you into Foster Care.  It wasn’t the life your parents wanted you to have, but fighting is what you did best.

“(Y/N),” Pete shouted before entering the makeshift locker room,”the fight’s gonna start in ten minutes.  There’s a full house out there, and a lot of important people are here.”

“Any idea who?” you asked while wrapping your hands with tape, not caring how they will be bloody after the fight.

“It’s Black Mask,” Pete responded, “and I bet he’s got a lot of money to bet.”

You rose a brow, “Why is Sionis here?  He’s apart of the drug trade, not fighting.”

Pete shrugged, “Maybe he wants a new bodyguard.”

You snorted, “Yeah, I bet he would enjoy having these people as bodyguards.”

Pete laughed and shook his head, “None of us knuckleheads could do it, but you could.  You deserve better than this horrible life.”

“Pete,” you sighed, finishing wrapping your hands, “this is all I can do.  Do you really think fighting underground would be an excellent hobby to put on a resume.”

He nodded, “I just don’t want you to end up like me.”

“I won’t,” you stated, starting your stretching routine.  “After I get enough money, I’m going to college.  Maybe I could go into acting, I bet they would love to see my pretty face on the silver screen.”

Pete laughed, “You could be the next Bruce Lee.”

“Nah, I’ll never get to that dude’s level,” you disagreed, cracking your knuckles before walking over to the door.  “I’ll get out of here soon.”

“I know you will,” he said, looking out the door.  “It’s time, let’s get you out there.”

You took in a deep breath and followed Pete, calming your nerves before you started the fight.  Not only were you going up against someone you never fought, the actual Black Mask will be watching you.  When you finally entered the large room, people were shouting, cheering for you and your opponent.  Black Mask was seated in the VIP area, watching you and your opponent carefully.  You ignored him and focused on your opponent, who was a really buff dude.  Due to your fights being underground, there were very little rules, and it turns out criminals didn’t care about your gender, as long as they won their bets.  Your opponent was about six feet tall, but you have fought men and women taller than him.  He had a lot of muscle mass, but you had your agility on your side.  

“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to this week’s fight!!” the announcer shouted excitedly, riling up the spectators even more.  “I’m happy to say that we have a very interesting fight this evening, which Black Mask decided to see with his own eyes!  Without further ado, here are the the fighters!!”

The light that focused on the announcer now moved to your opponent, illuminating his muscular figure.

“I’d like to introduce you to…. Viktor Lavitch!!” he said, still shouting into the microphone. “He’s big, he’s bad, and he’s out for blood!!!”

Viktor made a face, attempting to look intimidating.  You scoffed in your head, knowing his breed of fighters.  You’ve faced many men like him before, but it is also a weakness that you love to expose. After Viktor’s introduction, the light was directed to you, and the announcer shouted, “Now it’s time for our champion, The Reaper!!!!”

The crowd went wild, shouting so loudly that the announcer had to signal for them to settle down.

“She’s our undefeated champion, so don’t let her fool you,” the announcer warned. “Now let the fight begin!!!!”

You rolled your shoulders and placed your mouthguard in your mouth, knowing that you’d lose teeth if you didn’t.  Quickly, you walked into the ring and rose your fists, focusing on your opponent.  Viktor stepped closer, his eyes focused on you.  Once the bell rung, you threw the first punch, which Viktor blocked.  He threw the next punch, and then you returned with a series of punches, hitting his face and stomach in the process.  Grunts and the sound of fists meeting skin, along with the cheering crowd, was all you heard during the fight, but you still remained focused.  Soon, he was tired out, throwing poor punches and moving to defensive actions.  With him all tired out, you threw as many punches and kicks you could.  You swiftly threw a punch, breaking his nose.  Viktor staggered back, but was finally knocked out when you gave him one last kick.  Once he was down, the crowd started counting down.

“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five four, three, two, one!!!!”

You rose your bloodied fists as the bull rung once again, taking out your mouthguard.  

The announcer ran over to you and rose your fist, “I give you our undefeated champion!!!”

The crowd let out loud cheers and swears, but you weren’t expecting to hear cries.  You looked over to see Batman and Robin soaring in your direction, the glass of the shattered window piercing your skin.  The spectators ran out of the room, letting out shrieks of fear.  Without even thinking, you ran to the edge of the ring, but Robin landed in front of you, blocking you from your escape.  He quickly attacked you, but you blocked his fists and feet, the adrenaline from the previous fight still flowing through your veins.  You threw your fist at his face when you noticed an opening and hit his nose, breaking it in the process.  Staggering back, he looked at you wide-eyed.  You rose your hand to your nose, feeling how it was now broken.  Using his confusion to your advantage, you ran at him and jumped, wrapping your thighs around his neck.  Using your body weight, you slammed him into the floor, cutting off his air supply.  He stabbed you in the leg with a Batarang, making your legs loosen enough for him to escape.  

You rolled away from him and stood up, pulling the weapon out of your thigh.  He went to attack you again, but he wasn’t expecting you to use the Batarang that he stabbed you with.  You attacked him without mercy, slicing him on his face and all over his body, ruining his uniform.  You didn’t even hear Batman approaching you when you felt the dart hit your neck, making you cease your movements.  Dropping the Batarang, you fell onto the ground, bleeding all over the floor.  Damian limped over to you and pulled you onto his lap, moving the hair from your face.

“Robin, what are you doing?”

“She’s my soulmate.”