#ts multi chapter fic

[guroseinsei]

funniest thing is, a lot of my wips now are either works that are 4k+ words or multichapters. and i know, for every one of them, i have to complete them before i start posting or it'll end in chaos.

but a big part of me is like:

[deecotan]

🌱 Deeco's ZoSan Fic Rec List 🐥

Hello hello! This is going to be a slight rework for my zosan fic rec list, because I wanted to re-organize it and add some new fics while I'm at it, so this is going to be longer than the first. Feel free to check it out!

Latest update: November 2023

Because I started making this list long before August 2023, I won't add any fics that specifically take place in live-action setting because I haven't read much of them yet. I might consider updating this list to add fics with live-action setting in the future.

—GEN/T FICS

Sketches of Life (and Love) by Fledgling (Teen, 2.9k)

An exploration of a headcanon where Sanji likes to draw in his free time. This fic always leaves me with a warm feeling every time I read it because how endearingly sweet it is. It’s basically a domestic fluff story about both ZoSan and the Strawhats crew in general.

green with envy blues by adietxt (Gen, 1.5k)

A cute fic about Zoro being jealous. Jealous!Zoro has been one of those tropes that make me screech like a feral animal every time I come across it and this fic does exactly that. It’s pretty short and simple but it captures the characters very well. It’s set during pre-timeskip which makes it even better to me because pre-TS Zoro possesses that boyish quality that post-TS Zoro doesn’t necessarily have anymore.  OTHER FICS FROM THIS AUTHOR: Fuck, Marry, Kill (or, how Usopp becomes the best matchmaker of the sea without really trying) (Teen, 4.8k) — Usopp introduces the Strawhats to a game that ends up causing Sanji to overthink things - a lot of things.

Old Men Blues by postmoderne (Gen, 2k)

Quoting directly from the fic’s summary, “Sanji and Zoro: two ancient fucks (in love).” because this is exactly that, a story about old men ZoSan. Old Zoro and old Sanji are both still as stubborn as ever and it’s endearing. OTHER FICS FROM THIS AUTHOR: Something Golden (Teen, 1.6k) — Canon reimagining where Zoro met Sanji at the Baratie pre-series.

Meet me under the orange tree by candelina (Gen, 3.9k)

A canon divergence AU where Zoro and Sanji met as kids, as Zeff opened up Baratie in Zoro’s hometown. It’s an adorable and heartwarming story of little Zoro and little Sanji’s friendship. There’s also a part two which is also worth reading. OTHER FICS FROM THIS AUTHOR: The whole world will know (2.3k) — Old men ZoSan fic, this one involves Zoro deliberately showing himself to the Marines for god knows what. It’s sweet, it’s beautiful, and it shows that Zoro is as reckless and idiotic as he is a loving, devoted husband.

Zoro’s Boyfriend, Who Lives In Canada by donutsandcoffee (Gen, 2.6k)

Modern AU, where Zoro’s friends try to stop him from believing that his imaginary, totally made-up boyfriend actually exists. Of course Zoro’s boyfriend doesn’t actually exist, because with the way Zoro describes him he’s way too perfect to exist and how can anyone so perfect actually exist? A hilarious story of misunderstandings.  OTHER FICS FROM THIS AUTHOR: Prison Blues (Teen, 2.8k) and it’s a long way forward (Teen, 5k) — serve as both a ZoSan story and a great Sanji character study. 

The Three of Swords by 8ball (Teen, 30k, multi-chapters & completed)

A medieval AU with knight Zoro and prince Sanji, a concept that starts to really grow on me after I begin to read this fic. In this story, Zoro is a cursed knight appointed to serve Sanji, a kind-hearted prince whom Zoro eventually pines over. It’s a beautiful take of prince and knight AU; devoted knight Zoro is something that I didn’t know I need. It also has a sequel.  OTHER FICS FROM THIS AUTHOR: The Ocean's Child series — a canon-divergence mermaid!Sanji AU

(I Want) Someone to Love Me by three_days_late (Teen, 7.9k)

Sanji is about to turn 17, so he hopes that he can get his first kiss before that. A cute high school AU that involves everyone wanting to kiss Sanji (honestly, who doesn’t) but only one person gets to actually do it.  OTHER FICS FROM THIS AUTHOR: Blood Red (Teen, 400 words) — this might be a little biased because this fic is inspired by my comic, but it’s also a perfectly good reason why I must add it here; this fic is able to capture the spirit of the comic perfectly. If you want to read a short exposition of Zoro showing his darker, yet protective side, then this fic is worth the read. Warning for blood & hints of violence. The Christmas Swap (Teen, 37k, multi-chapters & completed) — a modern AU in which Sanji and Reiju switch partners during Christmas so they can attend their family gathering without having to come out as queer. It’s a wonderful story about family, relationships, and the struggles of maintaining those things as a queer person. The Only Way Out (Is Through) (Teen, 4.8k) — a beautiful Prince Sanji and Knight Zoro story, where circumstances forced them to separate & unable to be together. It also has a side Nami/Vivi. I Have Loved You for 1000 Years (I'll Love You for 1000 More) (Teen, 8.9k) — Another Prince Sanji & Knight Zoro AU involving time travel & the sacrifices you go through for the ones you love.

Curly Angel by APTX & translated to English by NMTD (Teen, 9.4k, two chapters & completed)

In this alternative canon universe, everyone has a guardian angel, and Zoro’s just happened to be Sanji. Hilarity ensues.

Let me be your Inspiration by TheWanderers (Teen, 19.8k)

College AU where Sanji is an artist/painter - another fic that explores Sanji as someone with an artistic streak, but also so much more. It’s a beautiful story that starts out with Zoro having to model for Sanji’s painting but ends up falling in love with him. I love the way the author adapts the characters’ canon backstory into this universe.

Retrogade by Hazel_Athena (Teen, 21.9k, two-chapters & completed)

Sanji got badly injured after a fight, and ends up losing a big chunk of memories - it doesn’t bother him too much until he notices how weird Zoro starts to act around him. A really good temporary amnesia fic with some really delicious pining!Zoro material. OTHER FICS FROM THIS AUTHOR: Medieval ZoSan series — a medieval arranged marriage AU. Renegade Queen (Teen, 76k, multi-chapters & completed) — a canon divergent AU where Sora lives and takes all her children with her - it's more of a Vinsmoke family story with ZoSan on the side.

Nothing Happened (Gen, 16k, multi-chapters & completed)

An angsty survival story where the Strawhats get stranded in a middle of the seas with no means to escape and rapidly declining food stock. This fic does a really good job at keeping you in suspense, and the way it handles Zoro and Sanji's relationship destroyed me emotionally. OTHER FICS FROM THIS AUTHOR: Each A Love Song (Gen, 8.6k) — Sanji is frustrated because Zoro’s surprisingly popular with women when he doesn’t even like them back. A story of a confused Sanji trying to find love and being the World’s Most Oblivious Man. Three Blades (Gen, 5k) — a Western AU where Sanji is a saloon owner and Zoro is a bounty hunter.

The Melody of Missing You by BleuReivers (Teen, 11k)

Zoro is forced to confront his feelings in the aftermath of Sanji's departure during the Whole Cake Island arc. I love the way this story examines Zoro's softer, more vulnerable side in a painfully beautiful way, and the whole fic has this hazy, dream-like vibe that really fits with the plot.

Sick Day by Styx_in_the_mud (Teen, 1.3k)

Zoro gets sick, and Sanji takes care of him. A short sick!fic with a simple premise but very cute nonetheless.

—MATURE/EXPLICIT FICS

Deep by CharlieNozaki (Mature, 171k, multi-chapters & completed)

This is There Are Many Benefits to Being A Marine Biologist: The Fic. Okay jokes aside, this is a modern fantasy AU fic where merpeople exist and it mainly tells about marine biologist Sanji and merman Zoro. It has an interesting premise and deals with some heavy subjects in later chapters, hence the Mature tag. It has a sequel, though it's currently ongoing. OTHER FICS FROM THIS AUTHOR: The Game — a Modern AU with slight fantasy-ish element, where Zoro and Sanji are young orphans who find a mysterious game that might be able to change their lives.

Delphinium by toastie_bread (Mature, 39k, multi-chapters & completed)

Set in modern AU, stylist Sanji meets with police detective Zoro after his beauty salon got robbed; a cute rom-com story. There's also a side LawLu.

Steady, As She Goes by auspizien (Explicit, 155k, multi-chapters & completed)

I’ve always loved auspizien’s fics and this is the one fic that made me fall in love with their writing. This is a modern AU story where Zoro is an ex-agent with PTSD who meets and befriends Sanji, a paramedic. It’s a multi-chapter fic filled with humor, angst, pining, action, and good ol’ slow-burn.  OTHER FICS FROM THIS AUTHOR: The Android Acquaintance (Explicit, 10k) — dystopian cyberpunk AU with android Sanji and bounty hunter Zoro. This fic partly inspires me to make the Blade Runner 2049 ZoSan art!

The Tribulations of Temptation by SweetyGreeny (Explicit, 18.5k)

Zoro accidentally sees Ace and Sanji doing… the do, and then spends days after that feeling shocked, confused, angry, and disappointed.  A delicious story of pining and jealous Zoro. There’s a slight AceSan in the beginning but the endgame is still ZoSan.   OTHER FICS FROM THIS AUTHOR: A Siren’s Sinking Song (Teen, 12k) — a canon-divergent AU where Sanji is a siren who one day meets a peculiar swordsman from a wandering ship; this story is beautiful and I love the idea of siren!Sanji, but please note the major character death TW.  The Burden of Blondes (Explicit, 11k) — Sanji finds out that Zoro has a thing for blondes, and for some reason he feels uneasy. A fun story with some good smut, and inspired me to make an art loosely based on it.

Thy Fearful Symmetry by Harubo (Explicit, 14.3k)

A modern AU where Sanji is a tourist visiting a tiger reserve during a family vacation and Zoro is a detective investigating a poaching ring. All of Harubo’s fics are godsend but I particularly love this one because the setting reads like a perfect rom-com drama movie about a stressed, overworked chef meeting a handsome detective. There’s also a nice tidbit where the Vinsmoke siblings are trying to get along with each other.

Done Dirt Cheap by Balderdashfromafool (Explicit, 99.7k, multi-chapters & completed)

A Western ZoSan AU, where Zoro is an outlaw and Sanji is a small town chef. This one is fun and lovely, and as someone who doesn’t read a lot of Western-themed stories, I love the way the author describes the Western setting in this fic. 

The Fox's Heart by Shadowcatxx (Explicit, 32k, multi-chapters & completed)

Historical/mythological AU where fox spirit Sanji falls in love with human samurai Zoro. A pretty heavy story about forbidden romance but ends with a happy ending. The fic deals with some period-typical issues like homophobia, misogyny, sexism, and transphobia, as well as some depictions of violence and (slight) animal abuse, so please be aware of that.

Mine by burnwaywardbird (Explicit, 4k)

A pure PWP fic of Zoro “punishing” Sanji for flirting with strangers. Super kinky and involves slight dom/sub undertones. Also, while this is mostly pure PWP, this fic is technically part of a series and while can be read as a standalone, I highly recommend to read the other parts as well (especially the ones preceding this fic).

pretty sanji series (Pretty & Surprise) by kickingsanji (12.6k in total)

A series of fics exploring Sanji's femininity and Zoro discovering that he has a thing for Sanji being pretty & wearing pretty things. As a Pretty Sanji truther, I love these fics to bits, not only because it handles Sanji dealing with his insecurities when it comes to his gender expression in a gentle, respectful way, but also because the smut is very good.

All Will be Well by thecrownofclowns (Explicit, 17k)

An incredibly sad but sweet zombie apocalypse AU about Sanji trying to survive the zombie outbreak all by himself, before eventually meeting Zoro. One of my favorite hurt/comfort fics.

—OMEGAVERSE (ALPHA/BETA/OMEGA) FICS

Onigiri by himaaneko (Teen, 2.3k)

Very cute domestic family fic of Zoro, Sanji, and their son. For those who prefers a softer omegaverse with family/love-children fluff on the side, this fic is for you.

Bite Me by Shadowcatxxx (Mature, 15k, two-chapters & completed)

Sanji got attacked while he was alone on the ship, causing him to go into heat. Zoro tries to help, but not without consequences. An exposition on how Zoro and Sanji handle their dynamics, and their feelings towards each other. Please mind the tags with this one.

fever by adietxt (Explicit, 6.4k, multi-chapters & completed)

I'm pretty sure that this is the first omegaverse ZoSan story that I have ever read, and one of the best ones I've ever read for a good reason. It involves Sanji, who suddenly got into his heat, and Zoro, the first one to discover Sanji in heat and learns for the first time he's an omega. I won't spoil anything, but I can say that the ending is great, the porn is delicious, and Zoro being possessive is exquisite.

Steps of Calidity by auspizien (Explicit, 42k, multi-chapters & completed)

I'm gonna preface this by saying that the smut here is ungodly good and very, very hot - and to be perfectly honest, one of the main reasons why I like this fic so much. But the plot is just as good and has an interesting take of how omegaverse dynamics might work in a modern world. Don't forget to mind the tags as well.

Sweet by ElAlmaDelMar (Explicit, 1.8k)

Sanji starts lactating during his pregnancy; Zoro finds it very hot. This one is just straight up kinky. It's a sequel to another story but can be read as a standalone.

[anemoarchonhoe]

Greetings! Writing commission details:

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Fandoms I will write for:

Genshin Impact, Undertale, Deltarune, Undertale Yellow, Frieren: Beyond Journey's End (I only watch the anime, so-), my own OCs

AUs I will write for:

Genshin: SAGAU, modern au

Undertale: Underfell, Underswap (I prefer TS!US' version so I will write for it in default unless you want the original), Flowerfell, Farmtale, Underplayer

Characters:

Genshin: Venti, Xiao, Wanderer, Aether, Xingqiu, Gaming

Undertale/Deltarune: Papyrus, Sans, Napstablook, Mettaton, Muffet, Mad Mew Mew, Asgore, DR!Asriel, Dalv, Starlo, Martlet, Ceroba

Frieren: Beyond Journey's End: Frieren, Himmel the hero

My OCs (pictures below, in order): Vee the purple witch, The Janitor, Elwin the elven rogue, Eye of the Storm (has a name instead of them being Reader-insert, Genshin, no pics sorry)

Will write: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, mildly suggestive, selfship (reader/canon), OC/canon, friendships, yandere character/reader

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[metalheadcowboy]

Turning a Harringrove Cowboy/Farm AU I wrote A LONGGGG time ago into an actual multi part/chapter fic, so here's the first part, enjoy!

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It was the spring of '84 when Steve Harrington first decided he hated Billy Hargrove with every damn bone in his body.

The beginning of that spring had been particularly rough in many ways. 

Steve's second senior year of high school was going quite a ways away from great, it seemed like no matter what his old man was pissed off about something or another, the calving season had only just started and it was going straight to shit. Oh, and on top of that, it was hotter than a witches tit outside, a record high in southern Indiana that year, great.

"Gah lee," Steve huffed as he fell flat on his rear, wiping the sweat off his forehead, with the part of his arm that wasn't covered in cow crap and god knows what, "That 'as one big son 've a bitch." The force of his collapse knocked his Stetson hat clean off, but he was quick to recover the rather expensive item he’d received for Christmas not too long ago. 

He slowly collected himself, pushing the medium tan leather down upon his dark, messy waves. He couldn’t help but blink his eyes a few times as he practically panted like a dog to will any form of cold into his body, "Yeah, 'll least this one's livin'," his dad remarked, and he couldn't disagree with that. Seemed like they'd had more still born calves than live ones this season.

" 'Ts only March, we've got a few months," The teen reminded, manifesting at least a shred of hope for the coming weeks. It wasn't that they didn't have calves other times of the year, they were just few and far between. Now was the time when they started raising a good sized herd to sell of at the beginning of next spring to support them most of the year round, besides the practical penny change they made selling their cows milk local, "Good job, mama," he praised the brown and white blotched animal next to him, already akin to new motherhood, licking her almost identical oversized calf like she knew nothing else.

Steve willed himself up off the ground onto shaky knees, this day had been one of his longest in a while. School on top of all the heifers seeming to want to calf at the exact same time. But as he looked past their property line, out into the marvelous bubblegum pink and creamsicle sunset, he found some sliver of peace.

Only the voice of his father snapped him out of his blissful moment of zoning out, seemed like he was doing a lot more of that lately "You best go wash up 'fer dinner, you know your ma ain't gon' have you at the table lookin' that way." He was right and Steve knew it, but he couldn't lie, a hot shower did sound pleasant on his aching joints.

He gave a quick "Yes sir," ending what was probably the tamest conversation they'd had in weeks, before making the short, yet long trek back to their homestead. He could see the lights on in the kitchen and living room, and as he got closer he came upon the silhouette of his mother washing her hands in the kitchen sink in the small window next to their side door.

He trotted up the last few stairs, smiling as he walked through the door to someone just as happy to greet him, "Well, look what the hot mess express brought in, my word sweetie," she said with no real malice, grinning at him like he was her pride and joy, which he was.

"Hi mama," he replied plainly, chuckling softly as she came over and pulled his nearly six foot frame down to her 5 '2 height for a kiss on the side of his head.

His chuckle turned into a full chested laugh when she made a fake gag of disgust, "You smell just 'bout right rank, son. You sure the heifers weren't the ones hackin' it up at your stink?" she teased and Steve just shook his head.

"Had my arm so far up one of 'em I'm prolly 'bout half cow any how," The brunette boy mimicked the struggle sticking his arm up the back end of a cow, to which Annette Harrington grimaced, "That's why I let you boys do your thing and I do mine," she gestured to the kitchen, which is what first alerted Steve to the smell of freshly made chicken pot pie sitting ready on the ceramic countertop. 

His eyes immediately lit up with pure delight, like a kid on Christmas morning, except he was nineteen and to some sad extent pot pie was the highlight of his week, “Mama you didn’t!” he exclaimed, about to go in for a big hug before remembering what he was covered in. 

Mrs. Harrington just shook her head, “Alright, go get cleaned up, the pie ain’t gon’ grow legs.” Within an instant Steve was racing off to his bedroom to grab a pair of pajamas and then to his bathroom to shower. 

And to say he was right would have been an understatement. Steve swore the hot stream of water that cascaded down his spine sent him into seventh heaven, easing out his jammed knee and stiff elbow with ease. 

He enjoyed his escape for about as long as the hot water lasted, a mere few minutes, but that was long enough for him. When he stepped out of the shower he shook his hair out like a wet dog, letting the towel he scrubbed his head with next catch the excess. Shortly after, he grabbed the comb up next to his sink, swiping the steam off the mirror to give his unruly mop a good brush through before quickly throwing on the pajamas he had grabbed prior. 

Steve practically burst through the bathroom door, following the promising scent of dinner, blatantly stopping in his tracks when he found something that was definitely not chicken pot pie. 

“Oh, Steven,” Oh boy, “We have someone we’d like ‘fer you to meet.” The smile on his moms face was sickeningly different from that she had on when welcoming him in from his chores. A lot less genuine and a lot more plastic, but still warm in the way it always was, it was just her nature. 

Steve didn’t say anything for a few seconds, taking in the atmosphere, his parents, that boy. He would be lying if he said the golden-haired figure standing between his folks didn’t look straight out of one of the magazines he’d seen the few times they went into the city. 

Striking icy blue eyes, rimmed with lashes that damn near put any woman’s to shame. Thick brows somehow shaped to perfection, lain a top skin so perfectly sun kissed and freckled with intent. Steve had to force himself to shake these thoughts, knowing how damn stupid he must have looked gawking like an idiot. But that didn’t push away the confusion he felt as his heart seemed to pick up at the statuesque mystery man standing before him. 

“If they’d ‘a told me we were having’ company I would’ve thought to dress a ‘lil nicer ‘n this,” he remarked, cheeks burning a bit with embarrassment, feeling almost stark naked in his pajama pants and plain white t-shirt. He huffed out a short breath when the guy in front of him gave him a rather unconvincing pity laugh, parents following suit, “Ain’t no skin off my back, ‘m sure we’ll see each other in worse,” the radiant boy replied, once again leaving Steve baffled, but maybe that’s just what he did. 

“Names Billy by the way, Billy Hargrove” the boy- Billy extended his hand for Steve to take and he did, taking the few steps forward to give his hand a proper shake before returning the favor, “Steve Harrington, pleasure’s mine,” he replied simply with a short nod of his head. 

His father seemed pleased enough by this interaction, though Steve could never really tell, he always had this sort of stone cold thing going on. 

There was a beat of somewhat awkward silence before Annette interjected, “How about some homemade pot pie?” she offered, with a prompt clap of her hands, sending her boys and their guest to the dinner table. Normally Steve would have been beaming, ready to talk and talk and talk about anything and everything under the sun, but suddenly he wasn’t exactly in the mood. 

“Well, Billy we really are glad to have ya here,” Mr. Harrington continued in the tone he only used around guests or, really, people he was trying to impress. The sickeningly sweet, layered on false happiness and enthusiasm that made Steve’s stomach hurt, “Yeah, ‘ll y’know my old man’s been rearin’ to get me out of the house since the second I stepped foot outta school,” Hm, so he was older, “Since I graduated early ‘n all, couldn’t happen fast ‘nough.” The lanky boy nearly spit out his water, choking in an awkward way to where it came halfway up his nose and made his eyes water. 

Steve coughed it out a bit before bringing his napkin up to his face, watery eyes of shame blinking themselves dry, “Y’ alright there cowboy?” Cowboy, Steve looked up at the smirk on the other boy’s face and had to hold back a sneer. The last thing he needed tonight was to get into it with his dad while they had company over. 

“ ‘M fine, thanks,” he mumbled, feeling the short- lived rage in his stomach settle when his mother brought the meal over just in time, “Shall we?” she chimed in a sing-song tone, that wasn’t anything like his fathers, hers was genuine. Because if there was one thing about Annette Harrington, she didn’t have a mean bone in her body for anyone, unless they messed with her family. 

Steve tuned out the prayer, forehead pressed solidly against his hands clasped so tight his knuckles were about ghostly white. He was just wondering when this Billy guy was going to leave so this night could be over. But of course, just when the brunette thought the topic might change, of course, even after the prayer, his father, John, had to dwell. 

“I’ll say that’s right impressive, y’know Steve here’s held back a year, he’s ‘sposed to have graduated by now, but,” Mr. Harrington shrugged as he dug into his dinner. His son sat there halfway gobsmacked, halfway offended, but he should’ve expected such. 

Steve scoffed, “Only ‘cus you got me doin’ half your work every day. I barely got time for anythin’ else,” he mumbled under his breath just loud enough for the table to hear as he stared down at his mashed potatoes. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t feel his fathers eyes boring into his skull like laser beams. 

Steve’s mom just looked at him with a disappointed expression, but didn’t interject because she knew good and well it was true, “ ‘F that’s whatcha really think ‘n you’ll be happy to hear you won’t have to do it no more.” Steve’s eyebrows practically shot up his forehead and through his hairline. 

What the hell was he talkin’ ‘bout?

“Huh?” Was all he could manage before his dad excitedly cut off whatever he was planning to say next, “Well what else do you think we got Billy here for, looks?” This gave everyone but Steve a good laugh, he didn’t see any reason to be laughing right now. 

“ ‘N just what ‘o you mean by that?” He was so blinded by anger that he couldn’t even think about eating the pot pie his sweet mother had made, but he’d get over that guilt. He couldn’t say the same for the fury burning deep within him. He looked over at Billy who looked smug as ever, chewing on a bit of his food, sneaky eyes peeking out of the rim of his rather ratty looking Resistol. Oh what he would give right now to punch that smug look right off that pretty boy face. 

John Harrington gave Steve the look, his signature look that said ‘I dare you to go testin’ me, boy’ and if there was ever a time for that it would be now, “Steve, you’ve been slacking lately ‘n we both know it, son.” Steve went to open his mouth but got cut off, again, “ ‘N I figured having Billy stay here ‘n work with me ‘d give you the time off to do sumn else. Like helpin’ your mom ‘round the house, you did always seem… better suited for those things.” 

This couldn’t be fuckin’ for real, “John-,” his mom tried to scold. 

There’s no way his dad just basically called him a sissy, not after-

“I had my hand up a cow’s ass ‘fer you today, ‘n then you’re gonna go sayin’ that- that bullshit?” Steve burst, knowing he would no doubt have to pay for these words later. He felt tears pricking the corners of his eyes, not from guilt, not from shame, but of pure, unfiltered rage. But what really put salt in the wound was looking over at Billy, whose subtle smirk had far faltered, turning into something more innocent, more regretful. Like this wasn’t all his own damn fault in the first place. 

Everything’s so unfair, this is so unfair. Not only did he feel hurt, but he felt embarrassed, having his dad say those things about him, basically calling him a sissy, in front of his own mother. 

“Steven-” he heard his father try to reprimand, but Steve refused to take it. Instead, he stood up abruptly, the straightening of his knees sent his chair flying backwards against the wall. He would have cringed at the sound if he weren’t so genuinely pissed. 

He was able to hold the tears in until he turned around, then it was like the dam just… burst. He felt a whine work its way up his throat, but he willed it back down, swallowing what last bit of pride he had left down with it. 

Could a sissy do that? Maybe Steve didn’t want the answer to that. 

He didn’t know what was going on, he’d never felt this was, this upset, this angry. He didn’t understand. He practically glid to his room, socked feet moving so fast he wasn’t sure whether or not he was actually taking real steps. And, frankly, he didn’t care, just wanted to be away. 

When he made it to his room, he closed his door behind him and flopped down onto his bed, stomach down, choking on his own hushed sobs. It made him feel like a child again, pathetic, small, lonely. He turned on his side and curled in on himself a bit, clinging on to whatever little bit of comfort he could. 

Through wallowing in his own self pity, he barely heard the faint mewl coming from behind him. He just groaned, hoping maybe if he ignored it long enough it, or rather she, would go away. 

“Meooowww.” He should’ve known better, it was his fault for locking her in there with him anyways. 

“Oh, Ginger,” he sighed, stuffy nose making him sound all nasally. And it was as if that was the permission the rather plump orange tabby needed to jump up on top of him like he was her human pillow, “Cain’t a man even have a few seconds alone.” To that, of course, she meowed at him in protest, ever the chatterbox. 

Steve quickly accepted his defeat to the tubby cat when she somehow still gracefully jumped off his ribs and onto the empty spot in bed next to him. The pale light of bright stars shining through his window, reflecting off of Ginger’s big round saucer eyes were the only thing giving his room any light. But it didn’t matter because soon after he shut his own eyes, focusing on the purring of the seemingly content cat next to him, half wishing to disappear, half wishing to go back out there and beat Billy to a pulp. Even if only for existing.

Billy, stupid Billy and his stupid white teeth and his stupid pretty eyes and his stupid everything.

Fuck this dinner, fuck this day, and most importantly fuck Billy Hargrove.

[erenspussy420]

Take Me With You- Wishing Well

This is a male disney princesses x oc fanfic. Crossposted on Wattpad/Quotev/AO3

Warning: Please be advised as this fic will later on contain mature themes, such as violence and sexual mature themes later on. This is crossposted on AO3 under BurningLaurelLeaves130.

Chapter 1: Wishing Well -Snow White 

She fell.

It felt endless. The world had turned dark, with the faint glimmer of a rainbow's lights peeking through.The pull of her skin as the suction of the tunnel takes her farther into its world- Victoria was afraid if the fall doesn't kill her the cutting of the wind just might. 

As it felt like this fall will never end- there! A prick of light at the end of this endless abyss, it came closer and closer and soon she passed the edges of the tunnel and fell briefly into a ring of light. It wasn't daylight but the full dawn in its falsehood. In the small space of freedom she appeared in, she caught the glimpse of a courtyard of an old fashioned castle, dusty with crooked trees littered with vines.

And then Victoria had plunged into the well.

She screamed as she submerged into the water, a large splash spooking the owls in their perches . Instincts kicked in and she kicked up to the surface of the well. Coughing out the water she swallowed, Victoria breathed in sharply, shivering as the water was cold. Victoria clings to the sharp edges of the stones that jutted out, trying to relax her nerves.

“Fucking shit, where am I?” Victoria gasps, she pushes her hair thick back, trying to get her nerves together. 

The game.

She's in the fucking game.

Amos didn’t beta check the game.

"No, no no no," Victoria groans. Looking up for a way out, she only sees a pulley with a bucket that’s far out of her reach. Patting herself, she feels her bag drag in the water. Good. She still had her purse with her, but its strap wasn't long enough to throw, and she knows she didn't pack an emergency rope. She grimaces seeing how high the bar was.

 It was still dark out, with only the tint of blue light edging towards dawn. She's not even sure if anyone was awake- or if anyone even lived here. Regardless, Victoria is not waiting for someone to get her.

Victoria reaches out testing the stones, finding something to grip as she tries to find her footing and starts to climb. Victoria had barely made it a couple of inches, before her feet slipped scratching her knees as she slipped back into the water. Spitting out water, she tries again, and again…

There was no point climbing, the rocks were too slippery. Her bag for all its multi-space, she had nothing that could help her come out of the well, a sword wouldn’t be helpful either if the walls were too small. Ruffling through her bag hoping to find her emergency kit—only to realize she gave it to Amara.  Pushing down the rising panic she hugs her purse close, Victoria hums to herself, thinking and thinking. Tapping her fingers against stone, her blue nail polish chips.

Victoria leans against the slippery stones.

”I’m so screwed.” 

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“Nopel!” the head house maid called into the kitchen. The old stout woman, who’s hair is gray as weathered rocks on the river's edge, bustles down the stairs, her dull green dress rustling as she does. Her wrinkled face twists, seeing not the young man she’s searching for, but the other servants who hurried past her. ‘Where could the boy be’, she wonders, her tongue clicking,' ts ts,he must be out by now before the king awakens.’ 

The head house maid, known as Hilda, one of the oldest veterans of the castle staff when Queen Ingrid once sat in her throne as a princess, before she wedded her first husband, and later King Grimhilde. Hilda, who had been just a lowly maid at the time, with a child at home with her mother as her husband was long gone, was put in charge to care for the young prince of the castle, till she was no longer needed as a nanny but as his retainer—-as long as King Grimehilde see’s fit.

“Nopel!” Hilda calls down the halls, with no answer. Maybe he was outside in stables? He always seemed to be fond of animals, as they were of him. The stable boys who passed by, their breakfast in hand, told her Nopel had already fed the horses on his own. As per orders. Hilda stress lines grew.

The prince, so sweet and gentle like his father. Hair dark like a raven’s feathers, glossy and smooth, skin pale as the freshly fallen snow…

“Nopel where could you have run off too?" Hilda rubs her temple. There was no sign of the missing young man, he must be somewhere in the castle’s many towers.

“Miss Hilda!” cries a young maid from behind, waving to her frantic," Miss Hilda! The Huntsmen have returned! The butchers are arguing with them about the game they brought back, ohhhh Miss Hilda what do we do! They're making such a fuss with Sir Johann, his majesty would hear of it!"

Another headache. 

Hilda breathes in sharply, feeling her stress rise. Nopel. She could find him later. For now, she'll entrust that he could stay away from his majesty for today was an important day. Turning to the maid, Hilda marches back towards the kitchen, the maid scurrying after her.

“If you see Nopel, send him to me in the kitchen, I must speak to him!” Hilda ordered, bustling down the hall.

“Yes, head maid!”

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“Guide,” Victoria commanded. 

Nothing.

“Settings! Inventory!” she called out again, with nothing to pop out for her. Victoria groans, slapping the water.  After another failed attempt to climb out, she ran into several problems. Where the stones were jagged below, became smooth as it rose– so no hand holds. And while she is tall, enough to put her back and feet against to shuffle atop, the well became narrow where only her shoulders had enough space to elbow in; she'd be wedged stuck. Now, Victoria’s been calling out every control menu option that V.R.D games usually had. When nothing appeared, she tried for manual settings, with only her voice echoing back at her as a result. She’s been stuck here for what felt like hours now, with only the sun’s light seeping into the well to tell time. “Oi dios mio, anyone up there!” she yells up to open space.

So far she couldn’t hear anything from the castle, but little sounds of life from far off gave her some hope. Horses, there are horses, and if their owners were anything like her uncle’s back in Puebla, then there are people who love them, meaning someone should be around at the least to water them! So far no luck. Her only company were the doves who perched on the wooden bar. They like to sing, which she did find comforting, at first but now Victoria wishes she could fly out of this well.

From the merry group of doves, a small bird came down to the well at the sound of all the yelling. The owls said a human had been trapped in the well. Surely one wasn’t silly enough to tumble in! Peeking down, the bird squeaks in surprise to see a drowned looking woman in the well. The small little brown bird dances on the edge of the ring, looking down at her, trying to get her attention. She sings, as sweetly as the ripe red berries, as no human would ignore her!

It chirps, dancing on its little feet, cocking its head at her. When Victoria didn’t see, the bird tried again.It flaps its wings at her chirping like it would talk, loud sharp ‘fweets!’ at her. Perking up, Victoria looks at the bird, who flaps its wings rapidly at her. Staring at it, Victoria's eyes widened at a sudden idea. Pressing her lips together in thought, crazy it sounds crazy but she’s done crazier things before.

Work life rarely ended on a normal note.

Cults usually were her starting point, then everything fell into place after. Talking to a bird for help? Not that crazy at all with everything she’s seen. Since this is a fairytale, it should work, she hopes.

She has to try!

 “Jaja, hey pretty birdy–,” Victoria said, whistling at the bird,”--can you find anyone to get me out of here? I’ve been stuck here for a while, and this girl really needs to get warm, can you help me? I’ll bake you the sweetest bread for you, topped with delicious seeds!”

The bird chirps, bouncing on its little feet. With a loud, ‘tweet!” it flies away leaving Victoria bobbing in place,”All the seeds you want!” She calls out to it desperately, watching it fly off,” please let it come back..”

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Nopel rushes past the other servants in the kitchen, gathering the rags and buckets he needed for cleaning the grand entrance. There were many things to do that needed to be done by supper’s time. He has already polished his stepfather’s crown, leaving no speck in sight, he changed the pots with fresh flowers that came to bloom early, and he fed the horses hay, leaving their water untouched for now as it was still full. He ducks past the entrance, with a soft ‘excuse me’ to the maids whose arms were full of trays of food with the butler sending them to their stations. Not missing a beat, the maids entered with hurried steps so as to not mess up the routine.

His stepfather must be eating by now.

Nopel waves to the butler who only spared him a stiff nod, as he passed by. Nopel brightens at that, it’s more than a glance like before. The young man sets off towards the courtyard, one of the many on his daily chores. This one hadn’t been cleaned as it was further away from the castle, closer to the forest as not many servants like to venture so close to.  Nopel liked this spot in particular, as it was quiet and warm. Where he could sing to his heart's content with no judging looks. With the spring season, it’s ripe with flowers and his friends have returned to the garden. Ones that didn’t mind his clothes with tears and patches, and did not mind his presence.

The castle could be rather loney, as not many seem to speak to him, much less look at him for a moment. It's been this way since he could remember, long enough, even the newest of faces avoid him. When voices were cheerful, became quiet as he came near them. He had no friend , like him or a person, in this castle to call his own. His steps faltered at the reminder.

Passing the open balcony, a soft breeze caresses him as he walks towards the heavy wooden doors, a smile curling the tips of his mouth. “Oh, how nice the wind feels,” he says to himself, he steps out feeling the sun on his skin,”will my friends be here today I hope?”

A loud ‘tweet’ soon answered him. Sweeping down to the raven haired boy, the small pipit pulls at Nopel’s sleeve, batting its wings urgently. Surprised, Nopel pulled away for a second,” What’s wrong little one? Is something wrong?”

The bird lets out a distressed song, pulling at Nopel’s shirt hard enough, a few strands have snapped. “Wait! I’ll follow you, little bird! Show me what’s wrong, and I’ll do my best to help!” Nopel promises, he follows the little bird as it takes off towards the well, circling around it.

A flock of doves surrounded the edge of the well, coo’ing peering down into it. His heart lurched in concern, did a dove fall in? Hurrying, Nopel tossed his things aside and looked down into the well. “Oh no, little do–huch!” a gasp left Nopel.

It wasn’t a bird!

“Hey! Thrown down the rope!” shouted from below, a drowned woman who waves up at him frantically, the faint light that touched her he could see her tanned hand reach to him. The water splashing around her,”I’ve been trapped down here all day, get me out of here, please!”

“Just hold on, miss! I’ll get you out– hold on!” Nopel says, panicking. He looks over at the birds for some aid, nervous as to what to do, a soft "ach" left him. Of course the rope! His hands reached to untangle the ropes that held the bucket in place, he tossed it down to the woman with a warning,” careful! Grab on and I’ll pull you out!”

He couldn't see her clearly, but Nopel was sure he could help pull her out. Just for good measure he ties the looser parts at the base of the wooden poles. The rope tugged taut, as the woman tested its strength. “It’s alright, I can pull myself out!” she shouts up at him,”Wait for me and watch, alright? Okay, here I go!”

Nopel watches with trepidation as he hears the mysterious woman climb, half afraid the rope would snap and another part amazed that she was able to climb out so quickly. The doves scattered away as she approached, and soon Nopel was able to see her dark hair. Suddenly, her arms shot out towards the ledge grabbing onto it with a loud shriek, scaring Nopel. Scrambling over the wall, in a terrifying display of strength as she drags half of herself onto the ledge. 

He was finally able to see her. 

Wet, and soaked to the bone, a mass of dark thick hair covered her face, a strange bag at her side and a shockingly short blue dress that showed so much skin! Her entire legs were exposed as were her shoulders and cutting close to her chest.

 Nopel felt his cheeks heat up at the sight.

“Hey, grab me!” She told him, she spat out a lock of her hair that strayed too close to her mouth,” Just grab me under the arms, okay, just hold onto me tight and help me out. I’ve been in that well way too long, dude, I can’t feel my legs at this point.”

'Dude?', his brows furrowed in thought. He wanted to ask what a ‘dude’ was, but that didn’t matter right now. Carefully, Nopel puts his entire being into focus, trying not to pay attention that he was pressing too close to the woman. The strangely dressed woman lets out a relieved sigh, wrapping her arms around Nopel's neck, murmuring a soft 'thank you' against his cheek. A soft warmth spreads in his chest at the touch.

He reaches around her waist, pulling her close to him, as he braces his feet against the stones and pulls. The woman tightened her arms around his neck, and soon with her own pushing, she was out of the well.

“Yes!” she cheered, till her foot caught the edge of the well and they both tumbled to the ground. Nopel felt the air leave his lungs, and two palms slap the sides of his head to stop the woman from completely crushing him. 

"Oh fuck! Are you ok?" The woman above him asks. Nopel couldn't see her face as it was still blocked by all her hair,"I'm so sorry!"

"I-I think so?," he winces, the woman scrambles off of him before, turning to help him to sit up," aua, thank you."

"Don't thank me," the woman told him, she sat back down beside him, tucking her legs benether her, as a puddle of water formed around her," if anything I should thank you, sweetie."

Sweetie? 

Before Nopel could say more, his voice dying at his lips when in a smooth motion, the woman arched her back, her chest becoming more prominent  – she turned her head brushing her hair back as she did so, gathering her long hair and straining it of all the water. Nopel should've turned away, something felt so indecent to watch, but it roused a temptation to look. So he did.

She's tall. So much taller than him, Nopel realized with some reflection that even sitting beside her he didn't reach her eyes. Her skin was a warm brown tone, smooth and soft, he noticed a dark dot under her left eye. Her eyes, Nopal drew in a sharp breath at the sight of them. Those hooded eyes were the color of sweet honey, the golden warmth of a summer day that left your skin feeling loved and a promise that left you grasping. In contrast to that warmth, her hair was long, dark as the night, and currently fighting her attempts to tame it, drawing a scowl from her lips.

"Ahh, yeah that's really knotted," she sighs, deeming it as a lost cause. She looks at Nopel with a wide smile that makes him smile back, she raises two fingers to him in the shape of a 'V', and introduces herself."My name's Victoria and let me say I have never been so happy to see another face till now. I hope you don't mind me asking your name?"

'What a strange getsure'. Hesitant, Nopel raises his own two fingers, mimicking the sign back at her. From the way she lit up, he must have done it right. 

"My name is Nopel, it's a pleasure to meet you, Victoria." Nopel said.

She cocked her head at him,"Nopal?"

"Nop-el," he corrected. She shot him a look, thinking it over before trying again.

"Nopel," she says, repeating it to herself, the little furrow of her brow,"Nopel." Nopel liked the way she said it.

Her clothes however, took Nopel by surprise. He'd never saw a woman wearing…so little. A thought struck him, as he looked over her concern for the woman. Was she robbed? It would explain how she came to be in the well!  Her stockings were torn and she wore no shoes either. But what really took him by surprise was her dress. A shockingly short dress that rode up her thighs, clung to her like a second skin, a shimmery soft blue–like the sky was plucked to dress her, it showed off her curves and those long smooth– immediately Nopel shot his gaze away. 

The tips of his ears felt hot. 'What are you doing! Don't stare too long!' Nopel scolded himself,'she must've been so cold! It's good luck that I came here today, if it wasn't for today's chores, no one would have passed by.'

What a scary thought.

"You must be cold from being in there so long," Nopel said to her," please let me take you inside, Mrs. Hilda would be able to get you dressed and warm."

She looks over to the castle doors and then to him. Her smile now replaced with a look Nopel had seen many times before from other fellow servants that came to meet him. Wariness. Though it was not directed at him, Nopal still felt ashamed.

"I don't mean to pressure you," Nopel spoke quietly," it's just that you're soaked to the bone and you're hurt. And Mrs. Hilda is very nice! I'm sure- no I know she can help you after what happened to you."

"What happened to me?"

Nopal gestures to her clothes. "You were robbed, yes?"

"Hm,...yes."

A beat of silence between them. The bird's quiet chatter was the only sound that existed. Victoria hums, tapping her fingers against her thighs as she thinks over his words. At the corner of her eyes she glances at the rickety windows watching them before looking over Nopel, dragging her gaze over the state of his clothes.

"I don't want you to get in trouble because of me," Victoria said at last, she leaned close to him, close enough that Nopel could see the faint sheen of gold caught in her hair ," but what about you?"

Nopel points to himself," Me?". 

"You look cold," she said gently. Even when she was the one who was wet and dripping, she was worried about him being cold. Nopel becomes aware of the tattered state of his pants. "Would they really mind helping me, when you're cold as well?"

Nopel didn't know what to say to that. Seeing that, the strange woman shakes her head. Carefully, she touched Nopel's shoulder with a faint brush of her fingers. Warm.

"Hey, I'm sorry I shouldn't have been saying that when you're trying to help me," she apologized, "I'm grateful you came. I tried everything and even asked a bird for help."

At this, Nopel shot up onto his feet." Yes! Pipit was the one who brought me to you! I almost forgot!"

Now she looks surprised. "No way…Wait it worked? It actually worked!" She slaps her leg, laughing. Wobbly, she stands up looking around, her height becoming more apparent now as she stands next to him. "Holy! That's amazing! Where is that bird? I owe them bread!"

Nopel cupped his hands,"Pipit! Pipit!"

Shooting off from its perch from a nearby tree, a familiar bird comes diving towards the two humans. Flapping its wings, the bird lands on the outstretched hand Nopel offered to it. It sings its song of greeting. Victoria leaned down to look at her hope, a delightful smile curling her mouth.

"So you really did come in for me, birdy," a grateful look in her eyes, as she pets the pipits back, breathless laugh that it had actually worked," bread. I am going to make you soooo much bread with every seed I can get my hands on."

Pipit cheerfully chirps at this.

"Though it's going to take me a while to get bread, so how about some snacks?" she turns to Nopel, with a bright smile. It's a rather pretty smile that made him smile back at her." And of course for you too, mi heroe."

"Hero? Oh no, Pipit is the hero, all I did was throw down the rope." Nopel shook his hand at her. Heroes were brave, fearless, and much like the princes who went off to save people who needed them.He wasn't a hero, Nopel was…

Was….

The tall woman frowned at that. Inwardly, Nopal panicked, did he say the wrong thing again? 

"Now how can I not be grateful? Saving someone from a well, you didn't just throw me a rope and left me alone. You stayed with me and helped pull me out." she looked at Nopel, fully looking at him with those eyes that made it hard to think.

Nopel felt his breath get caught in his throat. Pipit hops onto his shoulder to peck the star struck prince. Nope nothing.

"Something pretty hero-like," she leans back, smiling at him," I can't just let you say that's nothing. Now before you take me with you inside, let's sit down for a bit, the sun feels really nice right now and we can have something to snack on before they toss me into the dungeon." She pats her purse with a wet smack." Those robbers didn't take everything from me, jaja, thank God for that!"

He couldn't help but laugh at that "They won't throw you in there!"

Leading them to the stairs to sit, she lets out a cackle."So there are dungeons in there! I knew it! I wonder if there are dragons here too."

"You're really strange," he says, sitting next to her. She was strange, but not in a bad way. It's not every day you meet someone from a well. Or have bright colored eyes like hers and she was nice." We don't have dragons, they're far far away!"

"What about ogres? I heard they can be really moody about their land."

"Ah! I heard the huntsmen…"

They two chatted, as the woman shared her odd snacks from 'far far away'. Pipit snacked on some sweet raisins as the two humans shared stories. Odd, how quickly they became friends, Pipit however didn't mind as long as they kept giving her some of those sweet raisins.

Although….

Nopel burst into a fit of giggles, leaning in closer to the woman who in turn knocked their knees together.

Pipit felt like the third footed crow between these two.

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 While Nopel studied the flimsy pink sponch wrapper, asking how it was so glossy and bright— Victoria's brain went into overdrive. Everything here looks awfully familiar, very soft and whimsical very much like a watercolor painting– nothing like back home where everything was bright, vivid and sensual. The courtyard was covered in flowers and vines with trees that were lush with leaves. Now that she was outside of that well, it's a pretty gorgeous place to sit and have tea parties.

Victoria inhaled and almost chokes on the clean unpolluted air. The air tastes pure. Subtly rubbing her chest, she let out a few coughs. Nopel sent her a worried glance but she waves it off, it's not so bad. Just…different.

"These sponch smell so sweet! Are you sure it's okay for me to eat them?" Nopel looks up at her with those brown eyes, that reminds her of caramel, that sweetness that would make your mouth curl up. He offered some to her," Please eat some with me, you must be hungry."

'Ay, que lindo,' Victoria thinks.

"Go ahead, sweetie, they're pretty popular back home," Victoria popped one into her mouth. There was a comforting taste of home. Even if there is no love in it. She didn't notice the flustered look her new friend had, as her brain began to connect the red string.

The birds here can understand her, and at least that's what it looks like. No, not like the parrots or her dad's macaw, they're not like the imps that disguise themselves like creatures, but very close to it. Dragons are real as the ones back home were, but those weren't the fairytale type, no she really hopes they're nothing like the ones back home.

Ogres are real and Victoria is very much tempted to go to a swamp.

Victoria rested back on the steps soaking on the sun. Talking with Nopal was informative and Victoria had a feeling for what story she was in. 

Nopal– Nopel , is freaking beautiful.

Like that rare delicate beauty that would have Amara and her rip their hair out and the women in Midsummer Eve to die for. Even now, it still shines as he was covered in dirt, and dressed in rags.

(Victoria pressed her lips tightly at that.)

She can almost hear that infamous line in her head.

"Lips red as the rose, hair black as ebony, skin white as snow"  describing Princess Snow White. 

Who was now very much a completely gorgeous guy.

Although, 'the snow' part was a bit much, she glanced over to the rosy cheeked prince who looked enraptured by the sweet mix of soft graham cracker and the marshmallows. Just watching him look so happy over it made Victoria's mood lift. Sitting back up, Victoria smooths down her dress as it happens to ride up....again. As much as she loves this dress, she is not eager to flash people right now.

Getting Nopel's attention, Victoria, now feeling somewhat ready to face those doors, grabs her purse. "Okay Nopel, I think I'm ready."

Nopel beamed, getting up, his bucket from earlier was beside him, rags not that different from the ones on his clothes were balled up in it. "I'll take you to the kitchens, she should be there right now. Mrs. Hilda is really kind and—"

A loud bang erupted Nopel, Victoria pushed him behind her as she faced the large wooden doors, her bag gripped tightly in her hand. There stood an old woman dressed in a green dress, with a stark white apron tied around her waist. Her hair was like weathered river stones tied into a tight bun, her dress covered her feet and her face—.

Victoria winces already knowing that look. She's seen it on her own mama's face before she makes a run for it. Like a shark sensing the flailing of a fish, the woman snapped to where they stood, her eyes shot comically wide in horror.

"Nopel, quick get away from that lady of the night!"

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An: Okay this took me so freaking long to finish but here we go! How does one link a picture to a fic? If anyone wants to know how Victoria looks like I have a pic of her! Please leave a comment on what you think.

[rockinlibrarian]

👖⏰ for the fanfic ask 😊

Thanks, person I reblogged this AskGame from even though I think I forgot to ask you back! How about I now ask you 💭 and 🍰?

👖 Are you a planner, plantser, or pantser? Is it consistent?

I think...it's NOT consistent? Which may be all part and parcel of being a plantser?

I usually start out as a pantser, and then when I get an idea of what I'm writing, I decide if it needs some background structure! If it's fairly short, and more character-driven than plot-driven, I'll pants the whole thing. If it's going to be multi-chapter or somehow complicated, THEN I'll write out the Beats to Hit and put notes under each, and sometimes make a new Scrivener page for each beat/chapter. Then I can focus on the parts that need to be written! But the first thing I write is usually more of a snip of voice and tone and concept, completely pantsed.

⏰ Do you spend more time reading fic, writing fic, or do you do both equally?

You know I'm not sure? It was definitely writing before I got it into my head to browse the Umbrella Academy tag in alphabetical order by author (this by the way is currently somewhat stalled out in the Ts. Now I'm mostly reading ongoing things I've subscribed to and anything new that shows up under the Five/Viktor tag because I'm still weirdly obsessed with that. OH, and also things my recipients for Yuletide have written so I get an idea of their tastes! But that's a somewhat different subject I should get out of the parenthesis for!) , but I feel like-- it varies? Some weeks it's more reading, some it's more writing. There's also the issue where I get sucked into rereading whatever it is I'm supposed to be writing, so which is that, really? This morning I got it into my head that I wanted to read the unfinished chapters of "Tesseract," so I did, and I didn't actually ADD anything to any of it, even though it's been going on two years since it's been updated and that's probably annoying for anyone who was actually waiting for me to update. It doesn't actually have any subscriptions though, so I'm probably only annoying myself.

😊 confused me! I was like "I don't see a 😊 ! There's a 🌝 (Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to? And the answer is... I don't know, because if I want to write a character I probably already have written them! I was thinking, when I placed my requests for Yuletide, that I WISH I could write Sal Vidon from 'Sal and Gabi Break the Universe' because he has SUCH a distinctive voice, but that's part of the problem because he's also very Cuban-American and I know basic Mexican-Spanish and I couldn't possibly pull the cultural part of his voice off ANYWAY), but no 😊!"

Then I figured out it was just a pleased smile and a very cheerful one at that. So, have a nice day!

[wexhappyxfew]

1, 31 and 32 for the wip asks :)

omg hello! thank you so much for sending in an ask!! :D i greatly appreciate it!!! thank you again! <3333

How many WIPS do you have right now?

Currently, 2! Landslide has about 4 more chapters and an epilogue that has to go up and then we have ATTDC which is in the early writing stages and is making me very excited for when I can eventually post it!

31. Share a cursed fact you’ve learned while writing your WIP.

I'll do this for Landslide (lol), I'm not sure how cursed this is, but in my eyes I'd say it is, but on very angsty scenes, I have found myself writing with Taylor Swift songs in the background - and not sad TS songs, I'm talking jam-out songs like Style, Getaway Car, Out of the Woods. I have questioned a few tmes, why am I doing this? LMAO; it works though haha!

32. What’s the funniest/strangest way that inspiration has struck you when writing fic?

Quite honestly, either when I've been asleep or in the middle of doing schoolwork (sobs). Being asleep and then waking up with the idea of different things ALWAYS humors me because my brain just doesn't shut down it seems. The schoolwork one though really is the funniest it seems because I could be doing organic chem or physics and all the sudden my brain goes 'what if we have [x] do this?' and I'm like, OKAY BRAIN HOLD UP, we're doing orgo NOT writing fic right now. Shoutout to technology for allowing brains to multi-task in the way brains seem to nowadays HAHA!

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Welcome to the Life of Electra Heart

Track Three: Lies

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Genre: Hurt/Comfort

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The funny thing about memories is that they aren’t really you. Sometimes, your memories make you better. Often, they make you worse. Sometimes, they disappear. They get repressed into the deepest depths of your skull. And you don’t know who you were or who you hurt.

It all ceases to exist.

You’re never gonna love me. So that’s the use?

Only one more year and then Roman would have his Associates. Though, it didn’t feel like much of a feat to him. It just felt like something he had to do. He wasn’t even convinced he was doing a good job.

But Emile wanted to celebrate. He sorted through the pile of t-shirts: all white with Western State College’s logo printed on the front. He passed them throughout the group, trying to match everyone to the correct size shirt. Though Emile usually brimmed with color, he wore a black shirt that had been stained with bleach to show an illustration of some cartoon character’s face. Roman honestly couldn’t tell if it was a badly done boy or a very badly done cat. Above all, he just didn’t know where they were getting all this bleach.

“So, what are you going to do with yours, Re?” Virgil asked.

“Brown,” Remus answered very quickly.

Roman raised an eyebrow. “Just... brown?”

“I don’t even have brown dye,” Emile said.

“Don’t you guys even know color theory?” Remus asked with a disappointed sigh.

“Wrong color,” Remy piped in.

“Amalgamation,” Remus said. “Blending.”

Everyone looked at him with knitted brows.

He bunched the shirt into his hands and held it high in the air. “I’m going to Frankenstein this bitch!” he screeched.

“Ah,” they all said in unison.

“Why isn’t Janus here?” Patton asked.

Roman ignored the sting in his chest. Don’t think about last night. Don’t think about last night. Don’t think-

“Because he sucks?” Virgil asked. “No offense, Roman.”

Patton rolled his eyes. “He’s really not that bad. I’m sure he’s just waiting for you to apologize for whatever it was you did to offend him.”

Virgil glared at Patton. “And what makes you think I did something wrong?”

“Enough,” Remy said. “Be nice, boys.”

“Roman, why aren’t you sticking up for Janus?” Patton asked. Roman was sure that being stabbed would have been a much nicer alternative. His head was dizzy. “I- I don’t- I- um-”

“Leave him out of this,” Remy said calmly. “Roman didn’t invite Janus because Virgil and I didn’t feel comfortable with him here.”

He frowned. “You guys could give him a chance.”

“Enough, Patton,” Roman said sharply. “Leave it alone.”

Patton sighed and began absentmindedly playing with a pile of rubber bands. Roman wished the tension could slide off his skin, but it had sharp claws that dug into his back and threatened to hold tight for the rest of the day.

Emile clapped his hands together and said, “Alright, well. If we order now, we can start tie-dying and have pizza by the time we’re all done.”

“That’s a great idea, Em,” Remy said gently.

Emile smiled and awkwardly pulled his phone out of his pocket. “To the backyard!” he announced proudly.

Everyone cheered- though the claws of Tension dug deeper and deeper. Roman pushed those feelings down- though much like an overstuffed laundry basket, he didn’t have room to push down anymore. He knew his feelings would soon overflow until he was strained and broken. But he pushed those thoughts down too. No use ruining a sunny day over them.

He grabbed his t-shirt and a bag of rubber bands and worked the fabric into a taut spiral. He lined up bottles of dye in rainbow order and counted out the sections he’d divided.

“Oh, you basic fucking bitch,” Remus said over his shoulder.

Roman glared at him and said, “Quit it.”

“Roman if each of those-“ He counted on his fingers. “six sections are each a monotonous color, I’m taking your title of Most Creative Sibling.”

“This is creative,” Roman argued, though he was less sure after he said it. “Not everything has to be messy to be good.”

“Well in my humble opinion-“

“Remus, lay off him, ‘eh?” Virgil interrupted. “I’m sure it’s going to look great, Roman. Your brother is just a dick.”

“Funny. I thought you liked my dick last night,” Remus teased.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “As if you would ever cheat on your crusty anime body pillows.”

“Cheat?!” Remus gave a dramatic gasp. He then winked and said, “Threesomes aren’t cheating.”

“Girlies, I will throw up back here,” Remy said.

“Please don’t,” Emile begged. “It’s bad for the lawn and we have a very fragile ecosystem back here.”

Patton pipped up, “How fragile is your lawn? How vile do you think his bile is?”

Emile sighed. “You don’t know what he puts in his stomach.”

Remy defended himself, “I will pour Mountain Dew on all your freshly cleaned laundry.”

“Please, not again.”

Roman rolled his eyes and shook a capped bottle of dye. He felt a buzz in his pocket and pulled out his phone to a single, terrible text. We need to talk. And all at once, the laughter and bickering of his friends went completely silent as his ears were drowned under the sound of his blood rushing ice cold and his heart pounding against the prison bars of bone that kept it from exploding.

Suddenly, Roman didn’t see much point in tie-dying.

What’s the point in playin’ a game you’re gonna lose?

Roman felt bad ditching Remus. He felt worse for making Patton drive his brother home. But most terrible of all was the feeling he had for himself. He took a deep breath as he put his car in park. This is what you wanted, he reminded himself. Ever since that night, he needed to talk to Janus. He just hoped he’d have some time to himself first.

He took a breath. He took his key out of the ignition, unbuckled his seatbelt, and just tried to breathe through every little movement. RSD was a bitch, but that was no excuse to be so pathetic about one coffee shop conversation. Just breathe slow, he reminded himself. In and out. Just breathe slowly. One, two, out, two. In, one, out, two...

He pushed open the door to the coffee shop. The ring of the bell announcing his entry might as well have been the bell tolling at his execution. It wasn’t hard to spot Janus, his hair tucked under a black beanie despite the summer heat. His black tank top showed his snake tattoo in full glory. Roman made his way over, ignoring the way each step added another weight to his ankles. You’re both adults. You can both talk and get over it. You can work this through.

Janus looked up and met Roman’s eyes.

Roman wanted to run into the bathroom and vomit.

“Roman,” Janus said coldly. “We need to talk.”

“Yes, we do,” Roman said, holding himself as well as he could. You’re pathetic. Last night’s argument echoed louder than any siren. You’re pathetic. He took a deep breath. We need to talk about the way you’ve been ‘helping’ me.

“Why don’t you get a drink?” A trap.

“I’m fine,” he said coldly. He pulled a chair and sat across from Janus. Though he was still mad, seeing Janus just ahead of him made him feel like a child. He wanted to cry and beg for forgiveness. Crying is pathetic, he told himself. “Janus, about last night,-”

“Let me go first, please?” Janus interrupted.

Roman dug his fingernails into his palm, trying anything not to cry. Or scream. Screaming would probably be worse.

“Roman, you’ve been different lately.” No thanks to your ‘help’. “And you don’t act like you want me anymore.”

“Janus, you never-”

“Don’t interrupt me,” Janus snapped.

Roman pulled his lips tight. His nails dug deeper into his palm.

“You don’t act like you want me anymore. Only like you need me.” Because you don’t let me want you. You tell me I need you. You don’t, you don’t, you don’t- “And honestly this isn’t working for me anymore.”

Roman was sure all the air left his lungs. He was sure his heart stopped and his blood had completely frozen over. Roman was sure he’d died. (He was disappointed when he realized he was entirely and unfortunately alive.)

Once again, Roman was ready to give up everything and beg.

Janus met his eyes and said for clarity, “I’m breaking up with you, Roman.” As if the fucking message wasn’t clear enough.

“Janus, I-”

“Roman, don’t cause a scene,” Janus snapped. And there it was. The true reason he’d invited Roman to a coffee shop to do this. “Please. This doesn’t have to be the end forever. Maybe we can get back together when things are better. We can still have a future together.” He took Roman’s hand, sending a jolt down his spine. Janus’s grip was tight. “We’ll still be friends, okay?”

Roman pulled his hand away. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he silently prayed Thank you because at least he hadn’t been completely abandoned by the forces that be. He grabbed his phone and quickly looked at his text.

Emile P.: Hey, you forgot your shirt here haha. I have it in the wash for you. :)

Roman thought that maybe he could survive the next three hours. If he spent 2 and a half alone in his car. “I gotta go,” he said abruptly. “My mom needs me home.”

“Is everything okay?” Janus asked.

Why do you care? “Just... give me some time, Janus. Okay? I need some time.”

“I’ll be here as soon as you’re ready.”

Roman started for the car. I’m sure you will be.

What’s the point in saying you love me like a friend?

What’s the point in saying it’s never gonna end?

Remus paced the floor. Not only had Roman left a kick-ass party so suddenly (weird), but he also wasn’t even back home (even weirder), and he wasn’t answering a single text (super extra mega ULTRA weird). Remus sent another string of incomprehensible emojis, only to be met for the tenth time with Roman’s “Do Not Disturb While Driving” message. He was getting bored, which was always rude of Roman to allow the superior twin to be bored, but he was also getting worried. And that was worse. Boredom was rude, but can easily be fixed with hot glue, glitter, and eggs. Worry, well, worry isn’t so easily deterred.

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The worst part of leaving the Picani Party early and refusing to eat or drink anything with Janus meant that Roman was very very hungry. But he wasn’t ready to go home. Maybe if Remus kept his mouth shut, their parents wouldn’t have to know that he even left early. But that plan relied on Remus keeping his mouth shut- a feat which had never been accomplished.

He turned into the lot of a fast-food joint. He just wanted to swing through the Drive-Thru. Maybe if he ate in the parking lot, he’d have time to actually cry. But crying was pathetic. He parked and made his way into the restaurant. Too many words echoed through his head, but the sound of employees yelling orders back and forth at each other was the first step he needed to drown everything out.

His phone buzzed with a text. And then another. He pulled it out of his pocket, reading the two newest messages in a pile that was quickly flooding his lock screen. (Though, the earliest texts proved to already be two hours old. He didn’t realize how much time had passed in his loneliness.)

Patton: r u ok?

Patton: Janus told me what happened.

Roman rolled his eyes. Why does Janus deserve proper spelling? He put his phone back in his pocket and tried not to cry. Of course, when his voice broke halfway through ordering his meal, he felt bad for the cashier who looked absolutely horrified. But he managed to hold it in. Just a bit longer. That’s all he had to do- just get through just a bit longer until he’d successfully lied his way through two years of bullshit. Then he could cry.

Roman took a shaky breath as he pulled his credit card out from his wallet. He paid for his meal, found a little table in the corner, and kept to himself. Then he could cry.

—-

When he got home, his only goal was to get to sleep. The house was mostly dark, except for the white light coming from the television screen. “Did you have a good time?” his mom asked, without so much as a glance his way.

Absolutely not. “Oh, um, the party was good. Virgil was showing me some pictures of his pet lizard.”

“Oh, a lizard is... interesting,” his mom said.

“Yeah, it’s cool.” He could feel the heat of tears threatening him behind his eyes. “It’s been a long day, so, uh. I gotta get ready for bed.”

“Have a good night, sweetie,” his mom said.

“Good night,” his dad echoed.

Roman let out a heavy sigh. “Good night.” He trudged up the stairs into his room and pulled off his clothes. A shower would do him some good. Or at least some privacy. Roman grabbed a towel and loosely wrapped it around himself. He took some pajamas and tucked them under his arm.

He was thankful not to run into anyone on the way to the bathroom. He turned the water on hot and locked the door. As he undressed, his eyes locked on his reflection and he immediately wished they hadn’t.

His neck was still covered in hickeys. “Love bites” some people call them.

To him, they just felt like some sort of calling card.

Roman stepped into the shower desperate to get away from his reflection but the image burned into his mind faster than the water could melt the tension out of his skin. He poured too much shampoo into his hands and tried to rub it all into his hair. And that was when he let the waterworks break loose. And that was when Roman fell apart. Gone was the gentle touch he usually reserved for showering pleasantries, instead he tightened his fists around clumps of hair as he tried to resist screaming. He released his hair and let his hands fall to his side. Diluted shampoo rinsed down the sides of his face and his chest, following the same trails that his fingers- Roman’s fingers were curled into a fist instantaneously and he slammed the side of his fist against the wall, letting out a loud cry as he did so.

Over. And Over. And Over.

Just as Janus had kissed him. Just as Janus had torn him apart. Just as he had ignored Remy and Virgil’s warnings and just as much as he’d hated himself for listening all the same.

He was exhausted before he’d even gotten to wash his face. He held onto the shelf, barely even able to stand and wholly incapable of even thinking. His hand started to hurt. His heart hadn’t stopped.

As soon as he turned off the water, he felt exposed. He quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped himself up without even bothering to properly dry off first. When he stepped out into the hallway, he met eyes with Remus.

Remus opened his mouth to speak.

Roman rushed away before he got the chance.

—-

Octo-Nuts: It’s been three days.

Garbage Rat: He hasn’t said anything?

Black Parade Reject: What the fuck happened?

Octo-Nuts: That’s what I’m trying to figure out, dipshit

Black Parade Reject: Whatever asshole

Black Parade Reject: Good luck.

—-

Remus was going to kill Roman. Or destroy his speaker. But murder seemed like the more practical option. At least he could take the speaker for himself after getting rid of the body.

He paced back and forth, counting the ringing on his phone like his life depended on it. He didn’t know where his mind would go if he had to continue wondering. (Though, he had somewhat of a realistic idea. It was the more creative traumas his mind created that he didn’t want to dwell on.) He instead switched his phone over to his left hand and flipped the light switch to his closet while he waited. A solid thirteen times. The light was on and Emile answered at the 13th flick. Good things will happen , he told himself. It’s okay now.

“Remus, hey,” Emile said. “Is everything okay?”

Remus cleared his throat. Things were decidedly not okay, but Emile already knew that. No use focusing on the obvious. “I would never disrespect the iconic female artists of the current pop music scene. Especially not with Roman present and close enough to kill me.”

“Mhm?”

“But if I hear Olivia Rodrigo or Taylor Swift or- God forbid- Marina and the Diamonds one more fucking time-“

“What’s on now?”

“Some Taylor Swift song. All Too Well or whatever.”

Emile gave a nervous squeak. “How long is it?”

“I don’t know. A fucking hour or something? Longer than any song should ever fucking be.”

“Oh, God. I’m on my way.”

Shit. “Emile?!” The call ended. Remus was definitely going to kill Roman. Or Emile.

Or Janus.

—-

 Virgil Thompson was never the best at cheering up friends. Or anyone. And as he fell like a rag doll into his desk chair, spinning slowly, he realized he wasn’t too good at cheering himself up either. Roman had gone off the radar, Remus was too on the radar, and it felt like everyone else was falling apart at the seams.

Everyone except Patton.

Somehow that made Virgil feel worse.

It wasn’t that he wanted to ignore Patton’s texts. Really, he wanted to feel normal. He would have loved to just go to Patton’s place and play video games or anything just to be bored, apathetic Virgil again. But apathy and boredom were too much work. And Patton kept saying “You should be nicer to people” and other bullshit like that. The problem with Patton was that he had yet to grow up enough to learn the difference between niceness and sincerity.

So Virgil Thompson knew today would not be the day he’d suddenly be capable of helping either twin. Or himself.

—-

You only ever touch me in the dark

After what seemed like an endless supply of people who just wanted to ask questions, Roman was lucky to have a friend who just wanted to talk. He invited Patton over (leaving the house felt like too much work), brushed his teeth (how many days had it been since he’d done that?), and threw on the best “I look good but I don’t have to work for it” outfit he could. And then he took it off. And tried again. And again. He came to realize that sweatpants and a largely oversized, very old t-shirt were the only clothes he could stand to see himself in.

Only if we're drinkin' can you see my spark

Roman sat across the table from Patton. Cups of coffee sat between them. Everywhere else in the house was silent.

Patton reached out, laying his hand on Roman’s arm. Roman flinched at the touch and silently cursed himself when he saw Patton frown.

“Everyone has been really worried about you,” Patton said.

Roman sighed. “Trust me. I’m well aware.”

“And?”

“And,” he said with poison on the tip of his tongue, “I wish everyone would respect my need for space without bombarding me with a ton of questions.” He let out a deep breath and relaxed his fists. He didn’t remember clenching them.

Patton took a quick inhale and let it out slowly. “Janus was asking about you,” he said so quickly Roman wasn’t even sure he’s heard him correctly.

“What?”

“Janus is worried about you too. He still wants you guys to be friends, you know.” Patton’s eyes went to the wall. And the floor. And any direction that wasn’t Roman. Pathetic. “He’s really sad, you know, that you haven’t spoken to him.”

“So he’s completely ignoring my need for space?” Roman snapped. “I told him I needed time. Or do my feelings not matter?”

“Of course they matter,” Patton protested. “But maybe you should consider how Janus feels.”

Roman’s fists tightened again- no longer from fear but boiling red anger. “I have spent four months,” he spat, “considering Janus’s feelings and he can’t even last a week to spare mine?”

“Roman, I think-

“I think you should leave.”

Patton’s head snapped to attention. His brown eyes went wide and Roman could almost see his anger in the watery reflection. “Roman-“

“Get out before one of us says something the other will regret,” he snapped. Though truth be told, he was already regretting when Patton had said “Hello.”  

“Fine,” Patton said with a hitch in his voice. “But you’re making a very selfish mistake, Roman.”

Roman made a very selfish gesture. And when Patton slammed the front door shut, he sobbed.

And only in the evening can you give yourself to me

Pathetic. Pathetic. Pathetic.

Roman found no escape from the word.

Pathetic.

Who got so strung up by a single word anyway? It wasn’t a slur of any kind and Roman had certainly faced worse insults before that had failed to stick as badly. Pathetic. That’s what the hold on him was. It was pathetic to be so afraid of it. It was pathetic to cry every time he heard it on TV- aimed nowhere near him.

Roman picked up his phone with shaking hands. He scrolled until he found the app he needed- it opened straight to the server Virgil had invited him into. Remus and all his friends were there. As were the hundreds of notifications he had muted. 283 were from the server. 10 were texts from Remy. 7 were from Virgil. 6 were from Emile.

Roman didn’t bother clicking on any of them. Instead, he went to the channel that was least used. He wrote a single word.

Pathetic.

—-

Remus hated the songs that were getting stuck in his head. All-day, he tried to tune them out only to have an endless radio in his head. It wasn’t that he disliked the music, he just… hated why he had to hear it. And the lyrics echoing in his head just felt like an echo of guilt from not knowing what to do or say.

Roman’s breakup with Alex hadn’t been that bad. …or had it? And had he just failed to realize?

“Holy fuck,” Remy gasped quietly. He started frantically typing.

“What ha-“

“Server,” Remy said quickly.

And there it was. A single text from Roman in the “banned words” channel.

Seeing anything in that channel was a shock. No one had updated it in well over a year- after that brief fight Virgil and Remy had. (And a long hour of them being locked in a room together. Though, at least 50 minutes of that was a patched friendship and them screaming to get out.)

But still. This was Roman. Roman who had all but refused to show a crack of vulnerability. Roman who had insisted that everything was fine.

Roman. Perfect, golden child Roman.

Remus couldn’t wrap his head around it.

He felt pathetic.

—-

‘Cause the night is your woman

Lilly blew a wad of bubblegum and it smack! ed disgustingly right in front of Roman’s face.

“You make me even more sympathetic towards the Cell Block Tango,” he told her.

She popped her gum again with a smirk and scrunched up her nose, the light making the stud she wore sparkle. Roman could still remember how jealous he was when she got her nose pierced and how badly he wanted his pierced too. Now, it all felt so trivial. He had bigger problems.

“What’s the tea?” she asked, lounging back into her chair with one leg crossed over the other. She looked so calm. Roman wished he could have just half her contentedness.

“God… so much. How much have I told you about Janus?”

She raised an eyebrow. “You? Nothing.”

“Ah, well, we-“

“That’s not to say I don’t know,” she interrupted. “You’ve just been complete shit at keeping me in the loop lately.”

His face burned in embarrassment. “I’ve been a shitty friend, huh?”

“Just a shitty gossip.” She offered him a small smile and pushed his glass of water closer to him. “Tell me everything.”

Like a river behind a cracked dam, Roman’s feelings came rushing out faster than he could compartmentalize them. Every detail, every secret in seemingly no order until a new type of waterworks were filling his eyes and grasping the words from inside his throat. He took a shaky breath. “They even, you know, warned me. Not just about Janus but about myself.”

Lilly raised an eyebrow. “Yourself? Roman, you’ve done nothing wrong. Who gave you this ‘warning’ ?”

“Well, Remy and Virgil, mostly-“

She scoffed. “Virgil, of course. I hate that self-deprecating prick.”

“Virgil Thompson?” Roman asked.

“Yeah, fuck that guy,” she said.

He frowned. “What’s wrong with Virgil?”

She gave a heavy sigh, the kind that says “Don’t even get me started” , but as she opened her mouth to speak, she glanced up at Roman and- “…Nothing. He’s fine, just… I won’t tell you who to be friends with.”

That answer only made Roman feel worse, but he didn’t want to risk pushing Lilly.

He couldn’t afford anyone else’s rage.

And she’ll set you free

Perhaps it was cliché. Maybe he did seem like a middle school girl or the winner of a traumatizing set of children’s games. But the goo was thick and started to itch just as soon as the coldness disappeared from it. And Roman was convinced it was going to change his life.

Lies.

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Just a Stupid Dare (ch.11)

Masterpost Ao3 Link tw/cw: virgil has some anxiety. I think that's it. Notes: one word to describe Virgil right now is Gay. Roman thinking some deep thoughts. enjoy. you have a few chapters of fluff to prepare yourself for the worst, dw :D

This...was nice. This rhythm they had fallen into, eating lunch together, meeting sometime in the evening to just hang out. It was Friday, and Virgil didn't know how time had flown by so quickly. It wasn't fair. He wasn't ready yet.

Come Monday, Janus would break apart everything they'd become. Come Monday, it would mean nothing.

It didn't bother him in the slightest. Not one bit.

Now, now, he said to himself, no need to lie. Wouldn't want to be like Janus, now would we?

Virgil always associated Janus with lies in his mind. Just like Roman was to theater as Remus was to a spiked metal baseball bat; and Logan was to science as Janus was to lies. But truly, everybody lies. The only difference is whether you're lying or you're lying to yourself. Both are equally as addicting. Both are equally as spiraling and both would lead you down a path of hurt. Virgil didn't know which kind he hated more.

Thinking about all the lies in his life always sent Virgil spiraling, too. And there he was, on a bench with Roman, Friday night. Lying to himself, lying to his friend, and breaking down silently.

"Hey," Roman said softly, nudging his shoulder. "You good?"

"I'm fine."

Roman sent Virgil his most scolding look.

"I will be fine," Virgil amended.

Roman nodded, absently taking Virgil's hand and squeezing it. It was warm and flush against Virgil's cold skin.

"Why is your skin freezing?" Roman nearly yelped.

"You know what they say," Virgil replied, flushing a bit. "Your body heat reflects your soul."

"Oh please," Roman rolled his eyes fondly. "You always pretend to be so dark and brooding. We all know it's an act."

Roman's face was closer now. Why was he so close? The sunset lit up his features with an ethereal glow that only Roman could possibly achieve.

Focus, Virgil.

Virgil tuned back into what Roman was saying.

"-feels stereotypical. If this were a movie, I reckon we'd kiss right here on this bench."

Virgil flushed harder, stuttering out an awkward reply, before finally settling on, "oh?"

Roman took that as an invite to expand on the idea.

"And!" He cried out, making a grand gesture. "There'd be a sappy speech right about now. Maybe I'd profess my undying love for you. Maybe you'd do the same. And in this same spot, only a few months later, is where we would break up. We'd get into an argument, and I'd dramatically storm away. The sky would start to rain."

The corners of Virgil's lips quirked upwards. Roman's brightness was so infectious, Virgil decided to ignore the fact that he was basically planning out a whole ass fanfic for them and their non-existent relationship.

"But maybe someday, we'd make it up to each other. And...maybe someday, we'll be right back here again, and everything will be so much more confusing than it is now. Maybe we'll be in this same position again, and everything will be so familiar and... nothing and everything will be the same. One can only dream of a story like that. Fairytales don't come true, but maybe happy endings can."

Virgil nodded, not much he could say in response, and Roman lowered his arms slowly.

"That's all I really want, I think. A happy ending."

Virgil tilted his head to the side. "A happy ending is still a lot to wish for."

"I'm not gonna wish. I'm going to make it happen. It's not luck, it's action."

Virgil snorted softly. "Now you just sound like a motivational poster."

Roman looked at him, a dead serious look painted across his face. "If that's what it takes," he said, before breaking character and falling into peals of laughter.

Virgil's smile stretched. "If a happy ending is too much to ask for, then I'd settle for a content one. Or a hopeful one," he said, after a moment of contemplation.

"Those are two very different things," Roman frowned slightly.

"I know."

"I think I could settle for a hopeful ending to my story."

"Do you think of all things as cinematic or just another page in a book?" Virgil asked, genuinely curious.

Roman hesitated for a moment. “I like to think of life as one big storybook. And I know-” he rushed on, “-that it’s not, and it never will be. I know things don’t always work out. But it gives me hope, y’know? That even if the whole world is against me, things will still work out okay in the end. That I’ll be satisfied when the day is done. I think that’s what I’m afraid of, to be transparent. I’m scared that one day I’ll look behind me, and everything that used to be there will be gone, and I will die without ever leaving my mark.”

He looked weary, an expression Virgil had never seen on Roman’s face before.

“I like believing in the fantastical because in a story, a movie, a musical, everyone plays a part. They say ‘there are no small roles’ in theater, and it’s true. Everyone is there for a reason. I don’t want to live life without ever finding mine.”

Virgil hummed in agreement, and sat back, letting his head rest on Roman’s shoulder. Virgil didn’t know what was going to happen in the future, and the idea of time passing always gave him chills, but whatever happened, Virgil knew he would remember this moment for the rest of his life.

If life is a story, Virgil thought, then this is by far the best chapter.

.

---

.

Virgil was starting to regret everything. It had been an accident when he hit send on the text inviting Roman over for the weekend. Maybe he had typed it, but he wasn't actually going to send it, for crying out loud.

Too late now, he supposed.

Too late when Roman was already standing outside his door with a duffel bag, familiar coat, familiar red glasses, familiar coiffed hair. Familiar smile, familiar bright sparkling eyes.

...too late for any takebacks now.

"Fancy seeing you here, stranger," Roman joked, standing awkwardly for a minute before Virgil startled out of his anxiety-induced trance and gestured him inside.

“Welcome, welcome, to my humble abode, princey,” Virgil said, taking Roman’s jacket almost by instinct and hanging it on the coatrack. His father was out of town for the weekend, so they wouldn’t need to worry about that, which gave Virgil some small sense of comfort.

Roman slid out of his shoes, placing them by the door and heading up the stairs to Virgil’s room.

Virgil flittered about, wringing his hands together.

“I don’t have- ah, an inflatable bed or anything, so you can sleep on the couch downstairs if that’s okay?” Virgil said quickly. “If not, that’s fine too, we can figure something out- or, unless you brought an inflatable mattress? No, that’s weird, nevermind, you probably didn’t-”

“Hey,” Roman cut off Virgil’s ranting with a fond smile. “It’s okay, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Maybe it was something about the hysteria of the moment, or the adrenaline running through Virgil’s veins, but Roman’s words seemed to break through his walls, clear as a bell and easy to focus on. Virgil clung to Roman’s voice like a lifeline.

He breathed. And again. This was fine, it was just Roman. Somehow the thought simultaneously soothed his nerves and scared him more.

It was just Roman, funny, charming, Roman. Roman who made him feel real compared to the Dark Sides. Roman who could light up his world with one glance.

Roman, his platonic friend who he loved platonically, as a friend. As friends do.

Ah.

He would be fine, because this was just his friend. Nothing more. And they were going to have a fun time. As friends do.

Because they were friends. Platonic friends. He was just filled with so much platonic love for Roman.

Mhm. Yep.

For some reason, he was beginning to question it.

[dreamydorito]

No-One Listens To Logan Sanders-Chapter 3

Chapter 3/?

Read Chapter 2 Here and Read Chapter 4 Here

Warning- Remus mentions, Food Mentions (let me know if I missed anything )

Summary-  In which Deceit has a proposition for our favourite bespectacled nerd

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Word Count- 1.5k

"Deceit Sanders"

Deceit's head whipped around as he heard the familiar determined voice. The same voice that caused his heart to flutter whenever he heard it. It's owner however didn't know that so Deceit regained his posture, taking a moment to slide back into the persona he was familiar with. "Ah Logan, so I see you've decided to join me after all. And late no less, have you no idea how worried I was about you?"

Perhaps it wasn't a lie but it was enough to convince Logan that it was, which was enough manipulation for Deceit to get away with. After all, he was quite worried that Logan wouldn't show.

"How did you know?"

"What?" A slight smirk appeared on Deceit’s face.

"You know full well what I mean. How did you know about my feelings?" As he said feelings he flinched slightly, clearly not very keen on the expression.

"I see we’re cutting straight to the chase then. Let’s just say a little birdy told me." Logan glared at Deceit, Deceit grinning right back at him "Or maybe I just have eyes and ears." A beat passes, Deceit taking too much enjoyment at such close proximity to Logan, noticing how the light gleamed in his dark, earthy brown eyes before remembering he was supposed to be speaking.

"I have an offer for you, but first I need you to trust me"

"Why should I?"

"I don’t know, why should you trust the only person who cared enough to notice your feelings? Even more than your so-called friends.”

Although Logan should have maybe been apprehensive, he had already come so far, and he had so little to lose. Seeing his slight nod, Deceit tells him in a low murmur to close his eyes before putting both his gloved index and middle fingers against Logan’s temples, brushing his hair away gently.

"Open your eyes" Logan’s eyelids fluttered open. Surrounding him was darkness, with no edges or surfaces to be seen. Just him and Deceit, standing on apparent nothingness although he was reasonably disappointed to note that gravity still applied. Deceit pulled wisps of smoke from the air, intricately moving his hands to create a scene.

The shapes of the core sides formed on a couch apparition. They sat together, Virgil opting for the carpet, his head against the arm of the sofa. On the TV, Logan’s favourite programme, Blue Planet, was playing. It was at a hushed volume, with the sides being engaged in a conversation on what sounded like a debate whether Turtles or Tortoises were cuter. It was nearly the same as always, the sides laughing at Pattons puns, however, what struck Logan as strange was that when the Smoke Logan spoke, the other sides listened, occasionally even asking him questions about both species. Logan was entranced, staring at the figures, practically able to imagine how being there could feel. The one spring in the couch digging into his back the slightest bit, his shoulder against Romans, the smell of popcorn. Inside he a felt satisfied calm, when a gloved hand moved through their living room, letting the scene dissolve back into smoke. Its owner had an expression on his face that Logan couldn’t name, but it quickly shifted back into his usual resting smirk. He reached out his palm for Logan to grasp, and as soon as they touched, they snapped back into the kitchen as though they had never left.

"That could all be yours, Logan. There's just one thing you have to do first"

"I’m presuming that’s what your offer is about?"

Deceit took a moment, making sure he picked the best possible words for this, he only had one chance to get it right.

"Join us, Logan. If you become a dark side they’ll have no choice but to listen to you. And once they do, they’ll see what they missed, and beg for your return, they’ll love you. And in the meantime, Remus and I aren’t much, but we’ll never make you feel the way they did. For the time being, we can make our place a home for you"

Deceit took a breath and started to continue, but at the same time, Logan began to say something. Not wanting to cut him off, he excused himself "My greatest apologies. Please continue."

Logan was shocked. Deceit wanted to listen to him, was aware of his ‘emotions’. He couldn’t join him though. It wouldn’t be right.

"There must be another way."

"You know just as well as I do dear Logan that there isn’t. Their world view is too narrow to even comprehend others Logan"

Deceit’s voice rose a little bit. It was sharper than before. "They won’t see unless you make them see. If you don’t take a step away now it’s only a matter of time before you’re exiled like everyone else who didn’t fit in. Who didn't effortlessly become like them."

Logan was shocked. He’d never seen the snake-like side so angry, but it didn’t seem to be directed at him. He never considered that Deceit had a history with the light sides. That would have been something he would have been aware of. Wouldn’t it?

"Deceit, they wouldn’t do that. They might not understand but they’re not Evil. I’m sure there must be another way. I’m sorry but I should go."

Although he had no idea what he would do, and he was so tempted to go with him, there had to be another option, something he hadn’t thought of. If he went through with this he could never go back. It could go right to plan but it could also go horrendously wrong. Ready to walk away, he turned, but he felt a hand on his wrist, tugging him around. It was Deceit.

"OPEN UP YOUR EYES LOGAN, THEY'LL NEVER LISTEN IF YOU PLAY NICE! They’re hurting Thomas and they’re hurting you.’ He tried to calm himself but the mask was shattered, he couldn’t regain his posture just yet, so with tears in his eyes he kept going, hoping he could get through without his voice quavering too much. "I would know."

Logan stared shocked, his brain whirring. I would know?

"No one listened to Self-Preservation, the immoral nerd obsessed with snakes. When things went wayward all those years ago, I erased myself from their and your memories. I reappeared as Deceit and you all feared me. More importantly, you all listened to me. Back then, young Self-Preservation and Curiosity were the best of friends. You were kind to me Logan, and I have a debt to repay. It’s too late for me, but you could still flourish"

"Deceit…" Logan searched for something to say. A question, words of comfort perhaps.

"Don’t bother, there’s no time for that now." His eyes were still glimmering with the remaining unshed tears but his voice was cold and emotionless, as though he had blocked that part of himself off again.

Deceit felt confident in his chances now. He hadn’t intended on oversharing but it could just work. If he could just get him to agree, the plan would start, and he could resolve everything once and for all, one way or another.

"Join us Logan"

His outstretched hand and the offer it represented taunted Logan. He was shocked at the lack of internal struggle he was facing. He wanted to go. Logan couldn’t explain why, it was ineffable, but the urge to agree was pulling at him. Unable to stop himself, Logan grabbed his hand.

"It appears we have ourselves a deal Deceit"

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Five minutes earlier, Patton noticed they were running low on popcorn and so a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors later Roman was sent to the kitchen with the heroic task of securing more. Lightly humming so as not to wake the others, he walked down the old staircase, standing in just the right places so as not to make the steps creak.

He paused on the bottom step when he noticed the kitchen lights were turned on. Maybe the resident emo was grabbing a midnight snack. Or maybe Logan was making himself a cup of coffee. The thought of being alone with Logan caused Roman to blush furiously for reasons unknown even to himself. To his surprise, he could hear voices. There was more than one side?

Not wanting to be noticed he peeked over the bannister, however, he nearly flipped over it in shock when he noticed none other than Deceit Sanders in conversation with a certain bespectacled nerd. Perhaps he should have listened in or made his presence known but he didn’t want to know what they were talking about. Perhaps he should have even stepped in to rescue Logan from the treacherous villain, but he trusted Deceit. Smart and responsible Logan could handle himself, in the end, both would only do what was best for Thomas. At least that was how Roman tried to reason it to himself as he set upon his unsuccessful return with an empty popcorn bowl and an aching heart.

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[sailorshadzter]

all's well that ends well to end up with you

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day 7: bastards, royalty, free choice. 

a canon divergent au where jon is the known bastard of rhaegar targaryen, raised in winterfell by ned stark after convincing robert baratheon to spare his life as an infant. 

a king beyond the wall x sansa / alayne fic. 

"There he is my sweet..."

Lord Baelish's breath is warm against her skin, his mouth incredibly close to her ear; she can feel his body pressed against her back, far too close for comfort, but she cannot speak as she stands frozen on the spot. He's right, just ahead, the sullen Jon Snow stands. King Beyond the Wall, that's what he's called now, though once he had been her father's ward, once he had just been Jon. Sansa remembers, but she is not Sansa, not anymore. "You must make him fall in love with you... It should be easy enough to do." Baelish goes on, side stepping around her, his cloak rippling with his movements. "Even a man like Jon Snow will have a weakness for a pretty woman, all men do." The look he gives her sickens her and she turns away, instead again focusing her gaze upon the man that stands just across the room.

He's deep in conversation with Lord Royce and a man she doesn't recognize, his dark curls pulled back into a tight bun at the base of his neck. Jon Snow is a handsome man, she must admit, his battle scar giving him a different sort of attractiveness, rather than taking away from it. She's reminded of her first husband, the Lannister imp, who's already ugly face had been marred with a scar just before their union. They've not seen one another in years, she wonders if he'll even know her, though without her trademark red hair, she seems to blend in well among the rest of the world. I am not Sansa, he does not know me, she reminds herself yet again, I am Alayne now.

"Your grace," Lord Baelish greets as they approach the trio of men, all whom turn to look upon them. Lord Royce offers her a smile and the knot in her stomach lessens; he's the only one who's been truly kind to her here. He and the other man step away, leaving Baelish and her alone with the young king. "Might I introduce to you my daughter, Alayne." He extends out his arm, beckoning her forward, and somehow, she manages to propel herself the final few steps forward.

As she sinks into the appropriate curtsy, she offers him a demure sort of smile, looking up at him from beneath her lashes as Baelish has instructed her so often to do. "Your grace," she breathes as she returns to her full height and she wonders if he can hear her heart as it beats so wildly within her chest. "It is an honor to meet you."

Jon can't speak, why he can't even breathe.

He's captivated by this young woman that's so suddenly approached him on the arm of the weasel Petry Baelish. She's beautiful, with eyes so blue he could swear that he's looking into the summer sky. Her hair is long and dark, strangely unfitting for her, but he finds he longs to reach out to run his fingers through the length of it. And even stranger, he feels as if he knows her. He feels as if he's met her before. I must be imagining it, he thinks as he finally comes back to the moment, realizing he's been silent for far too long. Lingering just off to the side, Lord Baelish can't help but to smile to himself. "The honor is mine," Jon finally responds, reaching out to take her hand, a spark of energy flowing through him the moment his skin makes contact with hers. He draws her hand to his lips and he presses a soft, warm kiss against her knuckles, like a courtier to a queen, and he's hyper aware of how she holds her breath until his lips leave her skin.

Suddenly, he wants to speak with her without the eyes upon them, without the ears listening. "Walk with me, won't you?" He asks, surprising her, but she shoots Baelish a glance who of course gives a discrete nod and so she smiles and loops her arm through his when he offers it to her. Heads turn as they make their way across the room and out the door into the mid morning sunshine, to walk the gardens of the Vale.

It's growing colder and she knows winter is coming, her family's words ever present in the back of her mind. "I did not know Lord Baelish had a daughter," Jon begins as they take to the first pathway, the once lush gardens are now brown and dying, the most delicate of leaves heavy with the first frost.

"I am a bastard," she answers quickly, side glancing him, realizing in that moment that he does not know her. He would not know Alayne. "Though I am to be legitimatized," she goes on as he steers her towards the center of the gardens, where a great fountain once was the center piece of the place. Now it is but a stone pool among the frozen garden. They come to the nearest bench and when she's settled upon it, Jon sits down beside her, a comfortable distance between them.

"I too am a bastard, you know," he points out and she shakes her head.

"But a King's bastard," she replies. "And a man. It is different for you." She is the true born heir to the North, she is a princess of Winterfell, and yet she still holds no power for herself. Her family is gone, dead to her all these years now, and she's got no options but to trust that Lord Baelish will help her along. She has endured worse than him, that is certain. Her time in King's Landing had toughened her, had changed her. "I have no say in my life."

Jon can understand that. King's bastard or not, he too had little choice in his life. He recalls when the Starks had left Winterfell all those years ago and he, being the Targaryen bastard that he was, certainly could not go. He went to the wall, to Castle Black, and they went South to King's Landing. He can still remember the glimmer of the sun in Sansa's auburn hair as she rode away. "What would you do... If you had a say?" Jon asks and she turns towards him, surprise widening her sapphire eyed gaze. But then she's smiling, cheeks blooming with color as she glances towards her hands where they twist in her lap.

"I would fall in love," she whispers, thinking of what that would mean for her. A man to love her, not her name, not her title. A man who loved her for who she was. A man who would love her as a bastard born girl or as the North's lost princess. "I have been betrothed to kings and married to an imp... I should like to marry a man who loves me." She knows she's said too much now and she turns away, tucking a stray strand of hair behind an ear. "It is a silly dream," she goes on, almost more to herself than to him, as if she is trying to convince herself to believe what she's saying. "I will do as my father commands." She hates referring to Baelish as her father- Ned Stark was my father, she wants to shout, Catelyn Stark was my mother! The lords that snubbed their noses at her bastard status would fall to their knees in remorse if they knew the truth of who she was.

He knows that story.

It was the same story he heard all those weeks leading up to the trip to King's Landing. Sansa was going to King's Landing to marry the future king, Joffrey, a thing she had always seemed most excited about, even if Jon had thought him to be insufferable. Jon blinks as he stares at her, knowing there was no way that this was Sansa, that this was the girl he had been raised beside like a brother. It can't be her, he tells himself with a small shake of his head. "And what is is that your father has commanded of you?" He asks instead, peering at her with those somber gray eyes, his hand itching to reach out and touch hers where it lays in her lap.

"To marry as will benefit my family, as is every father's wish," she replies with a quick shrug.

"And do you have many suitors, Lady Alayne?" He watches as she licks her lower lip, a seductive gesture that spreads warmth from his belly down. "What men does your father parade before you?" He's closer now and she's staring at him with those wide, blue eyes, her rosy lips drawing him in.

"I am a bastard," she reminds him softly, "until I am legitimized, I fear I have no prospects." Her heart is beating wildly within her chest and it's only then that she feels Jon slip his hand over hers. The touch of his hand sends a shock wave through her entire being, a feeling that she wants to experience again and again. He's so very close to her now that she can feel the warmth of his breath with every exhale- but unlike when Baelish gets so close, she's giddy with nerves, rather than sick with disgust.

It's then that he kisses her, a long, slow kiss that when it ends, they're both breathless.

She pulls back, lips tingling, her hand still clasped in his. "I'm sory," he says at once, realizing he's kissed her without asking, without knowing her beyond this single conversation. Though, somehow it feels as if he's known her all his life. Kissing her had only felt natural, as if he had been waiting to do it all this time.

"Don't be," she says with a hint of a smile before it's her that leans in, capturing his mouth with a kiss that is deeper than the one before. His tongue meets with hers as the hand that once held onto hers slides into place against her cheek, the other one sliding up to tangle into her dark locks. They are as soft as he thought they would be. This time when they break apart, they're both grinning, hearts beating in unison within their chests. Something about kissing Jon felt right- as if she was always meant to do it.

She wonders if she should tell him the truth, it's there on the tip of her tongue, but it's Lord Baelish calling out to them then, catching their attention from across the gardens. Jon jumps to his feet then, despite being a king who rises for no man, springing away from her as if she's caught fire. "I've brought you your cloak, my sweet," Baelish says as he approaches, his smile that of a doting father, but Sansa can see the pleased look in his dark green eyes. The look of a man, not a father. He stoops so he can wrap the cloak around her shoulders himself, righting himself to turn to Jon instead. "At your pleasure, your grace, perhaps you might dine with us this evening."

Jon does not hesitate in his nod and when he's promised to see the pair lately, Jon excuses himself from their company to return to his chambers, where Davos already waits for him.

In the gardens, Baelish can only smile as he slips an arm around her slim shoulders, drawing her in as they make their way across the gardens together. "One hour with him and already he is yours," he says with a chuckle, wondering what his pretty bastard had done to ensnare the King Beyond the Wall so easily. No matter, so long as he was hers, Baelish could care less how she does it. "When he knows your true name, sweet girl, he will go to war and win back the North for you." That is the plan, after all. Jon Snow and his Wildling army would take back Winterfell from the Bolton's in the name of House Stark, in the name of the woman he called his queen. If things went as well as he hoped, when this was all over, it would be him that they called King and she woudl be his queen instead.

She can't help but to smile, her lips still tingling with Jon's kiss.

[runnning-outof-time]

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Do you have a list of favorite zosan fics? Sorry if someone's asked this before x.x

Hooo boy, this is going to be challenging because there's simply a lot of fics that I like and it's kind of all over the place depending on my mood, but I'm going to make a general list of some of my favorites and a short summary of why I like them.

This is going to be a little long so I'm going to put them under read more!

Sketches of Life (and Love) by Fledgling — An exploration of a headcanon where Sanji likes to draw in his free time. This fic always leaves me with a warm feeling every time I read it because how endearingly sweet it is. It's basically a domestic fluff story about both ZoSan and the Strawhats crew in general.

green with envy blues by adietxt — A cute fic about Zoro being jealous. Jealous!Zoro has been one of those tropes that make me screech like a feral animal every time I come across it and this fic does exactly that. It's pretty short and simple but it captures the characters very well. It's set during pre-timeskip which makes it even better to me because pre-TS Zoro possesses that boyish quality that post-TS Zoro doesn’t necessarily have anymore. 

Old Men Blues by postmoderne — Quoting directly from the fic's summary, “Sanji and Zoro: two ancient fucks (in love).” because this is exactly that, a story about old men ZoSan. Old Zoro and old Sanji are both still as stubborn as ever and it's endearing.

Meet me under the orange tree by candelina — A canon divergence AU where Zoro and Sanji met as kids, as Zeff opened up Baratie in Zoro's hometown. It's an adorable and heartwarming story of little Zoro and little Sanji's friendship. There's also a part two which is also worth reading.

Other fics from candelina: The whole world will know, another fic about old men ZoSan, this one involves Zoro deliberately showing himself to the Marines for god knows what. It's sweet, it's beautiful, and it shows that Zoro is as reckless and idiotic as he is a loving, devoted husband.

Zoro's Boyfriend, Who Lives In Canada by donutsandcoffee — Modern AU, where Zoro's friends try to stop him from believing that his imaginary, totally made-up boyfriend actually exists. Of course Zoro's boyfriend doesn't actually exist, because with the way Zoro describes him he's way too perfect to exist and how can anyone so perfect actually exist? A hilarious story of misunderstandings. 

Other fics from donutsandcoffee: My other favorite stories would be Prison Blues and it’s a long way forward, which serve as both a ZoSan story and a great Sanji character study. 

The Three of Swords by 8ball — A medieval AU with knight Zoro and prince Sanji, a concept that starts to really grow on me after I begin to read this fic. In this story, Zoro is a cursed knight appointed to serve Sanji, a deeply kind-hearted prince whom Zoro eventually pines over. It's a beautiful take of prince and knight AU; devoted knight Zoro is something that I didn't know I need. It also has a sequel. 

Steady, As She Goes by auspizien — I've always loved auspizien's fics and this is the one fic that made me fall in love with their writing. This is a modern AU story where Zoro is an ex-agent with PTSD who meets and befriends Sanji, a paramedic. It's a multi-chapter fic filled with humor, angst, pining, action, and good ol’ slow-burn. 

The Tribulations of Tempation by SweetyGreeny — Zoro accidentally sees Ace and Sanji doing... the do, and then spends days after that feeling shocked, confused, angry, and disappointed.  A simply delicious story of pining and jealous Zoro. There's a slight AceSan in the beginning but the endgame is still ZoSan.  

Other fics from SweetyGreeny: A Siren's Sinking Song, a canon-divergent AU where Sanji is a siren who one day meets a peculiar swordsman from a wandering ship; this story is beautiful and I love the idea of siren!Sanji, but please note the major character death TW. The Burden of Blondes, Sanji finds out that Zoro has a thing for blondes, and for some reason he feels uneasy. A fun story with some good smut. 

(I Want) Someone to Love Me by three_days_late — Sanji is about to turn 17, so he hopes that he can get his first kiss before that. A cute high school AU that involves everyone wanting to kiss Sanji (honestly, who doesn't) but only one person gets to actually do it. 

Other fics from three_days_late: Blood Red - this might be a little biased because this fic is inspired by my comic, but that's also a perfectly good reason why I must add it here; this fic is able to capture the spirit of the comic perfectly. If you want to read a short exposition of Zoro showing his protective side, then this fic is worth the read. The Christmas Swap, a modern AU in which Sanji and Reiju switch partners during Christmas so they can attend their family gathering without having to come out as queer. It’s a wonderful story about family, relationships, and what it feels like to be closeted. The Only Way Out (Is Through), a beautiful Prince Sanji and Knight Zoro story, where circumstances forced them to be unable to be together - and it also has a side Nami/Vivi. 

Curly Angel by APTX (translated to English by NMTD) — In this alternative canon universe, everyone has a guardian angel, and Zoro's just happened to be Sanji. Hilarity ensues. I have to admit that I absolutely love all of APTX's ZoSan fics, but since most of them are in Chinese, if you're like me and doesn't mind reading some really botchy translations of said fics, then you can try using Google Translate to read them.

Let me be your Inspiration by TheWanderers — College AU where Sanji is an artist/painter - another fic that explores Sanji as someone with an artistic streak, but also so much more. It's a beautiful story that starts out with Zoro having to model for Sanji's painting but ends up falling in love with him. I love the way the author adapts the characters' canon backstory into this universe.

Thy Fearful Symmetry by Harubo — A modern AU where Sanji is a tourist visiting a tiger reserve during a family vacation and Zoro is a detective investigating a poaching ring. All of Harubo's fics are godsend but I particularly love this one because the setting reads like a perfect rom-com drama movie about a stressed, overworked chef meeting a handsome detective. There's also a nice tidbit where the Vinsmoke siblings are trying to get along with each other.

Retrogade by Hazel_Athena — Sanji got badly injured after a fight, and ends up losing a big chunk of memories - he doesn't find it too bothersome until he notices how weird Zoro starts to act around him. It's a really good temporary amnesia fic with some really delicious pining!Zoro material.

Done Dirt Cheap by Balderdashfromafool — Basically a Western ZoSan AU, where Zoro is an outlaw and Sanji is a small town chef. This one is fun and lovely, and as someone who doesn’t read a lot of Western-themed stories, I love the way the author describes the Western setting in this fic. 

Each A Love Song by Shadowcatxxx — Sanji is frustrated because Zoro's surprisingly popular with women when he doesn't even like them back. A story of a confused Sanji trying to find love and being the World’s Most Oblivious Man. 

And that's all for now! It got way longer than I initially thought....there are some fics that I exclude, mostly the more explicit, PWP-type of fics, as well as Omegaverse fics, because my taste on them tend to be more specific and self-indulgent as ever. I might need to make a separate post for that, and also like feel free to ask me about them anytime. 

I really hope I've done these fics justice with my summaries. I can't overstate how talented these authors are, so please shower them with love, kudos, comments, attention, etc etc if you have time.

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I reached my link limit on my original Masterlist, so I made several new ones, this one has links to all the Masterlists, as well as my platonic fics and art

Masterlists:

Janus Ships💛🐍

Logan Ships💙📚

Patton Ships🩵🐶

Remus Ships💚🐙

Roman Ships❤️👑

Virgil Ships💜🌩️

Misc. Character Ships (Cartoon Therapy, TS Shorts, etc.)

Original Masterlist (current through 06/22/22)

On Death’s Doorstep💜💛 (multi-chapter fic)

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They Call Me Wicked

Platonic Fics:

Five Times Virgil Sat on a Surface Not Meant for Sitting Janus, Logan, Roman, Remus, Patton, Thomas Multi-part | Complete | Canonverse | Virgil!centric

What’s In A Name Oneshot | Word count: 4,863 | Canonverse | Kid!Virgil | Momceit

Happy Birthday Anxiety Oneshot | Word count: 1,636 | Canonverse | Patton&Janus&Virgil

Into The Dark Side (tumblr exclusive) Part 1 Multi-part | Incomplete | Canonverse | Logan!centric

Tally Marks Oneshot | Word count: 1,850 | Canonverse | Logan!centric

Dilecti et Amantes Multi-part | Incomplete | Soulmate AU | Undecided relationships | Virgil!centric

Medicated Support System Multi-part | Complete | Canonverse | Virgil!centric | Platonic DLAMPR

Mittens (tumblr exclusive) Oneshot | Word count: 472 | Human AU | Logan!centric

Accidental Werewolf Adoption Patton, That’s Not A Dog Series | Incomplete | Vampire/Werewolf AU | Patton!centric

Traveling In The World Of My Creation Oneshot | Word count: 3,202 | Fantasy AU | Virgil!centric

Just Add Water Oneshot | Word count: 1,883 | Elementary School AU | Creativitwins

Virgil Sanders: Space Ecologist An Interesting Egg Series | Incomplete | Space AU | Platonic DLAMPR, Parental Anxceit

Baby Mine Stand-alone | Word count: 1,589 | Stork AU | Roman!centric

AroAce Remus Perfectly Normal Follow Your Aro Twoshot | Middle School AU | College AU | Remus!centric | QPR Intrumoxiety, Minor Moxiety, Background Roloceit

Stranger Danger Oneshot | Word count: 820 | Babies/Kids AU | Patton!centric | Virgil!centric

My Art:

(I’m much better at writing than I am at drawing, but I try anyway)

Sanders-chu: Virgil, Creativitwins, Patton and Logan, Thomas, Janus

Roman and Remus as mermen

Janus taking over Logan’s Lowdowns

On Death’s Doorstep character designs: Gemini (Roman and Remus), Dr. Frankenstein (Logan), Knightcaster (Virgil)

TSS Omori (Omori Sides?)

AO3: LonelyThursday

AO3 exclusives:

Say the Word (and I’m There) Multi-chapter | Incomplete | Soulmate AU | LAMP & Dukeceit

Moral Dilema Oneshot | Word count: 1,525 | Canonverse | My first TSS fic

Left Brainers Vs. Right Brainers Oneshot | Word count: 675 | Canonverse | Platonic DLAMPR

Series/Edited: (cross-posted)

This is Why I Left the Dark Sides (edited)

Five Times Virgil Sat on a Surface Not Meant For Sitting (edited)

What’s in a Name (edited)

My Best Friend’s Brother (series)

Superhero/Villain AU (series)

Tally Marks (edited)

Divorced Loceit (series)

A Pantheon (series)

Tumblr Requests (series)

Setting Sail (series)

On Death’s Doorstep (edited)

[butwhatifidothis]

Legitimately, I'm writing my own fic (well, planning right now, but I'm going to write it) where a guy ends up in Fódlan during Crimson Flower and joins Claude to stop Edelgard from winning (because hey, even though the epilogue SAYS they won the shadow war against the Agarthans, THEY STILL HAVE NUKES), and I'm unironically using your and the other Edelgard critical blogs to help me in writing the characters (crushednuggets' analyses are particularly helpful).

Like, I knew Felix had negative character development, but since everyone's always said Lysithea made the most sense in joining the Black Eagles, I never realized how much joining the Empire turned her away from her own house and family.

Oh, good luck with writing it!! I always suck at writing multi-chapter fics lmao, so hope all goes well! And I'm so happy to hear that my blog's been able to help! <3 (crushed-nugget's analyses are pretty cool lmao they're super interesting)

And yeah, the people who say Lysithea is an "honorary Black Eagles" forget that Lysithea's extremely consistent goal is to help her parents find some peace

and taking down the Empire (to help her parents find peace)

...and then you get this line in Lysithea's Chapter 15 explore dialogue in CF

Lysithea literally everywhere else: I'm going to do whatever it takes to help my family so that they can find peace, with me going back to them and spending my remaining years with them once I've finally achieved that peace for them. I want to take the Empire down for what they have done to me and my family

CF!Lysithea: lol i don't wanna be with my family, go Edelgard!!

Lysithea's character takes a sharp nosedive on CF (like most everyone else), but because she is the only student who can support with Edelgard (which is only because they both were experimented on) and she's the only student who can be recruited on CF without recruiting her in pre-ts (which frankly makes 0 sense, why would it be easier to recruit Lysithea of all the students who this applies to?), suddenly the fact that she's willing to work with the country that fucked her over and she wants to abandon her family just don't matter.

Granted, the game itself isn't really doing her any favors either - Lysithea definitely should have been a route specific unrecruitable, like Hilda - but the fandom just swallowing this whole without thinking that maybe making Lysithea fight for the people that literally ruined her life is perhaps hypothetically a not good thing is still very annoying

[sunshinemarauder]

Reputation by PetalsToFish is a multi-chapter with Slytherin!Lily/Gryffindor!James. Two chapters are based sort of on the song by Taylor Swift. Chapter two and three to be specific. It is an amazing fic you, should read it if you're so inclined!

oooh this is so good to know!! this was about the post asking if there were any jily fics set to gorgeous by TS, btw !

I've been meaning to read Reputation but never got to it... but I'm sure it's amazing, it's by the legendary @petalstosarah after all!