#vagabond's little brother au

[cottagecore-raccoon]

Since the Christmas season is upon us, I thought I'd recommend some of my favorite Good Omens fics that put me in the holiday spirit:

What Are You Doing New Year's Eve by theshoparoundthecorner (40k)

“Bit of an odd tradition, if you ask me,” he said, if not to get his mind off the longing that had settled in his chest. Aziraphale shrugged. “I think it’s rather sweet. A kiss for good luck. Seems a nice way to start the year. Very human.” Crowley nodded. “Can’t seem to keep their hands off each other, that lot. Always finding excuses. First it’s mistletoe at Christmas, then it’s luck for the New Year…” “Well there’s no need to be so grouchy about it,” Aziraphale said. “I think it’s lovely.” Crowley’s heart ached a little more as he watched Aziraphale smile up at the glowing numbers on the building above them. Yeah, he thought, lovely. Five times Crowley thought about kissing Aziraphale on New Year's Eve, and one time he did.

Snow Angel by Vagabond (14k)

Human!AU. Aziraphale needs a date to his brother's Christmas party to avoid getting set up with someone. Anathema suggests Crowley, the office bad boy. They go, get snowed in, and have a heart-to-heart that ends in a Happy Christmas. From a prompt: Human!AU: Aziraphale needs a date for family Christmas. He invites the office rebel/bad boy, Crowley.

all i need, darling, is a life in your shape by deadgreeks (14k)

After everything, Aziraphale and Crowley, by unspoken agreement, begin sharing their lives. --- Why? Aziraphale wanted to ask him, why millennia of the way things were, and now this? But while Crowley seemed to have little issue upending every unspoken rule they’d ever written for themselves, Aziraphale was not so flexible, and they had spent thousands of years never quite addressing whatever it was this had stemmed from. Words, Aziraphale had always felt, were for bickering about where to eat for lunch, or hashing out ontological debates, or other trivial nonsense; there was no need to trifle with the imprecision of language, with phrasing and the possibility of being misconstrued, when it came to important matters if the other person simply understood, without needing it said. Six thousand years ago, when Aziraphale had met Crowley on the wall of Eden, watching the first two humans set out to begin the rest of history, something deep within him, more central even than his Grace, had thought, oh, it’s you, and that had been enough for him--for both of them, he assumed--for three millennia. However much he wanted to ask, he didn’t know how. The words simply weren’t there.

Shelter from the Storm by AppleSeeds (13k)

They're coworkers in town for a conference, but a storm has knocked the power out in the hotel where they were supposed to be staying, so Crowley and Aziraphale brave the storm and find their way to a charming little B&B, which has one room available, and it's the honeymoon suite, which only has one bed, and now Aziraphale is injured and needs to be looked after, and oh no now the power's out here too but at least they have the soft flickering glow of the candlelight but OH NO the heating's gone off too and it's getting VERY cold and Newt's the one trying to fix it... whatever will Aziraphale and Crowley do? AKA, what happens when I try to squeeze as many tropes as I possibly can into one story.

The Anon Before Christmas by foolishlovers (67k)

When Crowley’s friend, blogging buddy and business partner Anathema announces her annual Secret Santa Exchange on Tumblr, she is very adamant Crowley should join this year. The old-fashioned (but admittedly compassionate) man he gets assigned to send anonymous messages to every day until Christmas sounds awfully similar to the fussy bookseller that his friends adore, yet Crowley tries to avoid at all costs. But surely his friends would have mentioned if Aziraphale had taken an interest in the Bad Omens fandom as well… right? Or: An Enemies to Lovers Secret Santa Tumblr AU.

I could definitely use some more recs, so reblog with your favorite holiday fics! Self recs more than welcome :)

[princepv]

I was extremely embarrassed to finally publish it, because it seemed to me a banal cringe to interfere in this

maverick moon is one of fresh's parasites, initially not having any difference from the others.

at some point fresh visits the alternate universe of the grease maker, leaving some of the parasites there with the aim of temporarily infecting this place.

surprisingly, moon was unlucky to be there: all of his gathered after some time could not withstand the atmosphere filled with nicotine, smoke and other harmful masses.

in turn, he managed to survive in an unknown way for himself - the parasite is broken by the world itself, forcing him to unconsciously copy some codes and replace them in his own with new ones.

the parasite not only gained sanity, but also lost the ability to further infect au, received a tendency to deny the need to live and dark obsessive dreams.

from that moment on he ceases to be just an ordinary parasite, giving himself a name.

due to the inferiority caused by the lack of reproduction of his own kind, he experiences an instinct to care for his fellows, especially those who are unable to stand up for themselves for some reason.

a vagabond junk dealer who steals all sorts of junk and resells it. takes "under his wing" the weak or those living out their last hours of life parasites.

an extremely weak creature - not capable of the same quick reaction as others, smaller in size than most and has only a couple of pistols as a weapon.

however, collecting parasites plays into his hands - he is able to set them on the attacker or scatter them across worlds, as Fresh usually does with his own.

he can be considered a "scavenger" - Mun mainly grabs the bodies of creatures who are barely able to live, literally taking the soul's magic completely for himself. unlike other parasites, he does not let go of the victim until death.

prone to drinking alcoholic beverages, especially vodka. alcohol in any other form, like all parasites - despises. No, there shouldn't have been a joke about the emphasis on vodka, it's just extremely harsh in taste.

he also considers forbidden herbs obscene.

however, he is seen smoking weak cigars from time to time.

small facts

he drinks not because of the desire to seem somehow cool - he wants to distract himself, at least for a while, from heavy thoughts.

like most parasites, Moon has practically no feelings and emotions that are not feigned by him. The exceptions are: fear, rage and awareness of worthlessness.

despite his poor moral state, he continues to look cheerful and positive, will not miss the opportunity to joke or say something for fun.

collecting parasites for himself, he not only uses them for some kind of self-defense, but also treats each one with reverence, showing a sincere desire to take care of them, but does not even remember the death of one or another of his brothers.

He has an extremely low timbre of voice. Something comparable to the sound of a contrabass

his name can be shortened to MaM, which makes a small reference to his unconscious desire to take care of one of his (just replace the letter a with o)

he tried to dye his hair black, but the natural shade still showed through on his hair

he carries a lot of parasites under his clothes, gets along with everyone, and is the "dominant" one among them

Its camouflage is poor due to the fact that it absorbs relatively little energy due to its size and corrupted code. By itself, it is planned as a character ready to "take under the wing" any of the other brothers, including RetroRock shipkids.

[milesaerach]

Blue is the eye that looks after thee

Songfic to Blue is the Eye by Ye Vagabonds

AU where 15x20 never happened - gen slash

They returned to the bunker after the whole ordeal with Chuck, after saying goodbye to Jack.

Dean felt his bad knee creak, the tiredness nestling deep in his bones as he opened the door of the Impala with a deep sigh.

Finally, some rest.

His eyes wandered towards Sam, who looked like death warmed over. The face his brother pulled at him would indicate he didn’t look hot either.

“Bed?”, the younger Winchester asked.

Dean couldn’t bring himself to speak, so he just nodded.

While traversing the clean hallways of their bunker, something heavy started to coil deep within Dean’s stomach. He notices a small scratch in the wall on the way to the bunker, which made his throat restrict with the emotions he was still trying to push back down.

The faraway memory of the scraping of metal on stone reverbed in his head, the slow footsteps of imminent danger following close.

He traced the little cracks in the tiles, his heart heavy when Cas’ last words echoed in his head.

A lump was forming in his throat, his eyes watery.

If only I could have said something back, Cas. I’m sorry.

Dean focused on his breathing, trying to prevent a full on breakdown. He felt like someone had tied lead to his limbs, making it hard to turn and walk to his room, the brown boots heavy like they’ve never been, the lights overhead glaringly blinding like the sun on a warm summer’s day.

Once the door closed behind him, he crumpled, grief, loss and sorrow washing over him like the wild sea during a storm.

He was drowning, gasping for air, clawing at the concrete floor under his palms, curled up into himself. The pitter patter of tears mixed in with the painful gasps the only sounds in the room, but Dean couldn’t hear it. He only heard the gravelly voice of Cas repeating his speech, the slimy warble of the Empty taking him away, leaving Dean with whatever this is.

You could’ve had me, Cas. If only for a moment.

He crawled towards the bed, lifting himself up into the memory foam.

After kicking his shoes up, he just curled up there, his tears leaving salty cold lines over his cheeks.

He had only one wish, now. To see that stupid tan trench coat again.

Dean had exhausted himself and fell into a restless sleep.

He was standing on a cliff, looking into the unknown sea down below.

The sky was dark, stormy; the wind whipping around him.

The hunter did not recognise the landscape, maybe from one of Cas’ nature documentaries.

The land would be green and lush under a different sky, the moss under his feet pillowy and soft looking, the cliffs a sharp contrast with their pointed edges.

He heard a flapping of wings so familiar it made his heart ache.

“We’re at Downpatrick Head, in Ireland. Or Ceann Dhún Pádraig, in Irish.”

Dean turned his head as Jack spoke, factual and calm, his head slightly tilted sideways.

He didn’t speak, just kept looking at the new God.

“I figured this would represent how you feel best.”

The older man looked down at the restless blue of the sea, waves crashing loudly.

The white swirls where the crests of the waves were thrown against the rock did remind him of himself.

“I don’t…”, he scraped his throat, “I don’t know how to…”

It wasn’t the wind or the salt that made his eyes water. Dean took small, shallow breaths to try and keep the emotions at bay.

“I did say I was going to be hands off, Dean.”

The hunter’s shoulders sagged.

“I know.”, the lump in his throat warbled his voice, like he’d been swallowing the salty water down below.

He missed Jack’s little smile and sad eyes, staring off into the horizon instead.

The wind calmed down a little, and the waves stopped crashing as violently.

A tiny ray of sunlight broke through, enveloping both figures on the cliff in warmth and light.

“You don’t have to be alone, Dean. There is someone who wants to see you, now. Consider it an early birthday present.”

Dean frowned but before he could ask more questions, he woke up, slowly.

His back was cramping from the tight C-shape he had taken on while sleeping, his cheeks still uncomfortably warm from crying.

He sat up, wiping his face, as he heard the creak of wood in the corner.

The hunter opened his eyes and gasped.

A shock of blue met red rimmed green eyes.

“Hello Dean.”

[mjrtaurus]

Modern AU where Crocodile, already having been in the trenches of parenting multiple vagabond kids thanks to his stupid farmboy husband's stupidly compassionate heart for several years suddenly has the tables turned on him when his half-sister who he's had like five conversations with at most up and fucks off the face of the Earth leaving him with her eighteen month-old son.

And the courthouse hearing for that was a fucking joke. They just signed over custody to him and were ready to move on to the next case! They were giving him a tiny human being just like that?? What if he was some sort of mafia boss who was going to traffic the kid for organs?! (When he brought that up, the judge raised an eye and bluntly asked 'are you a mafia boss who's going to traffic him for organs?' No of course he wasn't, but that's not the fucking point!)

Of course, Dragon is no help at all, the bastard's as baby crazy as ever and all Gabriel had to do was blink and he's already got Dragon wrapped around his chubby little finger.

It's not that he doesn't want Gabe, he could never bring himself to just dump the kid in the foster system without so much as a backwards glance. But... he wasn't very present during Luffy's early life thanks to the whole postpartum depression and dysmorphia spiral. He doesn't have a single clue how to care for a child this young.

Well, then it's a good thing Dragon has the knowhow and is more than willing to share.

Also, Ace and Sabo are 18 and attending the local community college with Sabo working his way up to university, so there's some more helping hands. All the boys were quick to adopt Gabe as their little brother, though Luffy's perplexed as to why Ace and Sabo treat Gabe so differently from how they treated him when they were kids.

"How come you're not putting him in a headlock or daring him to lick peanut butter off the sidewalk?"

"Luffy, he's a literal baby"

"But you're still letting him lick peanut butter off the sidewalk?"

"No, we're not letting- sHIT, GABE NO!!!"

Crocodile is panic calling Dragon because he doesn’t know what to do? Well he does, technically, but he’s anxious and afraid he’ll fuck it up? He’s not feeling the horrible spiral that he had with Luffy, but he’s scared that it will happen?

And the kid is adorable, and he really, really doesn’t want to throw them in the foster care system because it will chew this baby up and spit him out somewhere dangerous.

So yeah, panic calling Dragon. Dragon who has raised the justifiably angstiest little freckle-faced boy, a feral kid who denned with actual coyotes for a few years, and the textbook example of an ADHD child, and has done a fine job of it.

Dragon who is on the porch of the farmhouse, looking like he’s been pacing back and forth like a caged tiger, and is practically vibrating with excited energy when he sees him pull into the driveway.

Crocodile brings the little thing over, Dragon looks at Crocodile for permission, and with a nod from his husband, he’s holding this baby boy who is looking at him with the brightest Rocks D violet eyes.

“Look at you!” He’s cooing, and Gabriel is already wiggling happily at the attention.

In the coming days, Dragon is putting the Monkey in Monkey D, skin to skin contact, carrying the baby around all day every day, more physical affection than you could shake a stick at.

This baby is gonna have all the love he could ever want and more.

Meanwhile, Crocodile is finding himself being woven back into the family like he’s always belonged, and he’s totally not emotional about that at all.

[winnyswings]

Stardew Valley x Warriors Crossover AU [part 1]

Yeah. Because, why not? Let's dive into it!

ᅠCinderclan (after Cindersap Forest) is an ancient cats' settlement in a rich forest, bordering the Rumbleclan (after Thunderpaths in Zuzu City) near the rock town of the twolegs, and several other clans. It is also surrounded by neutral territories of loners and vagabonds. ᅠUnfortunately, Cinderclan has been in decline for the last many moons. The camp is long overgrown, there are hardly any cats left, and no one is particularly interested in keeping the place alive. Cats come and go, leaving no legacy behind. ᅠThe last clan leader, Pelicanstar (Lewis), seems to have even begun to forget about praying to the Starclan. It seems to the cats that even the ancestors are no longer interested in watching the decline of the ancient place of many moons history. ᅠSometimes desperate loners come to the clan, and other days even the cats of the Rumbleclan, tired of twolegs' presence, escape into the wilderness to start life anew. Yes, it's harsh and cold here, but it's better than living in constant fear of being killed on the Thunderpath. Pelicanstar welcomes everyone, hoping that one day the clan will return to normal. ᅠBut hope comes out of nowhere. Young medicine cat apprentice, Skyeye (Maru), runs into her mentor, Herbwing (Harvey), one night with real terror in her eyes.

When they (farmers) come, the whole world will come after them. They will shatter the shadow with the light, shatter the light with the shadow, shatter all our lives and fates, and leave behind them a great legacy of an abyss of sorrow and joy. ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ — «Big scary white cat ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ with stars in his eyes»

ᅠThe prophecy terrified the little apprentice, and even the adult cats were unable to interpret it. The only thing left to do was to keep silent in front of the rest of the clan and hope that the huge furry ancestor had come to them with good intentions.

Cinderclan

part 1. made on closed line by СОМЗА (VK)

ᅠAt the moment, Cindeclan consists mostly of outsiders and their families, but there are still some natives left. Let's look at some of them!

Today we talk about bachelors!!!

ᅠStrongpaw (Alex) — really strong, as named, young warrior, ready to defend his clan single-handedly. Fascinating both in appearance and in his skills, he trains day and night, inventing new techniques and methods. He had to come to Cinderclan after his parents' death abroad, and now he is even glad to have found his family again. ᅠᅠ— Strong: after Alex's strength and persistence; ᅠᅠ— Paw: his arms are kinda... You know. ᅠParents: unknown ᅠGrandmother: Primrose (Evelyn) ᅠGrandfather: Grumpy (George)

ᅠRaincry (Sebastian) — shy young warrior, son of fire and shadow, afraid of his own origins. He was just a kitten when his loner mother came with him to the clan to seek refuge. His father, an unknown vagabond, left Frogkit with only a name….. And as much as he loved frogs, he decided to give it up, to give up the past completely. ᅠᅠ— Frog: he was given this name by his father, as Frogkit was born in a swamp; ᅠᅠ— Rain: the mysterious sadness, the moisture of night and the merciless cold; ᅠᅠ— Cry: he surely loves Frozen tears. And after the pattern under his eyes. ᅠMother: Mapleheart (Robin) ᅠFather: unknown ᅠStep-father: Shroombloom (Demetrius) ᅠHalf-sister: Skyeye (Maru) ᅠMentor (as apprentice): Stoneheart (Clint)

ᅠSunstorm (Sam) — young mischievous warrior who really knows how to have fun. He is altruistic, willing to help, but also willing to destroy everything around him, rattle and seek risks in his life. More often than anyone else, he gets punished, and there was even talk of cancelling his initiation as a warrior… ᅠᅠ— Sun: for his bright golden fur and sunny personality; ᅠᅠ— Storm: RUSH AND BREAK AND ROCK AND SING. ᅠMother: Softpaw (Jodi) ᅠFather: Hawkeye (Kent) ᅠBrother: Lightkit (Vincent) ᅠᅠ— Later as Lightstorm after brother.

ᅠMentor (as apprentice): Hopberry (Shane)

ᅠHerbwing (Harvey) — the beloved medicine cat of Cinderclan, who once dreamed of becoming a warrior, but realised that Starclan had prepared a different fate for him. He is assertive, determined, and incredibly kind to the other clan cats. ᅠᅠ— Herb: medicine... and fresh green eyes; ᅠᅠ— Wing: he dreamed of planes but was afraid of heights.

ᅠHopberry (Shane) — skilled warrior that the clan doesn't even seem to know about. He doesn't show up at meetings, he's always missing, and he doesn't take part in the clan's life. Although someone spread rumors about his unique fighting skills… ᅠᅠ— Hop: i couldn't name a cat as beerkit or smth; ᅠᅠ— Berry: soft side. ᅠParents: unknown ᅠAunt: Wheatmuzzle (Marnie) ᅠGoddaugther: Rosekit (Jas)

ᅠWavemane(Elliott) — elegant warrior who likes to spend time away from camp. He is poetic and beautiful in his statements, sometimes even helping to interpret omens. He remembers the history of the clan and preserves it. ᅠᅠ— Wave: the beauty of the ocean; ᅠᅠ— Mane: the beauty of his hair.

That's all for Part 1! Comment who I should draw next and what to tell about! ^^

(12 years in warriors fandom into what)

also sorry for mistakes

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

any must download fics before project 2025 shuts down ao3?

All of mine-.

More seriously, it depends on what fandoms you're in. I'm in a lot of fandoms publicly, and even more privately. I can list my favorites, though.

(All of the fics I've liked, according to my AO3 History... below the cut because apparently I read more than I thought)

DC:

Everything by CreamofTomatoSoup

In the Game

Cloning (In Theory)

since you've been gone (I can breathe for the first time)

QUARANTINED: RED ROBIN’S TIK TOK ACCOUNT

Everything by iselsis

Iron, Fire, Mirror-Glass

Executive Assistant to the Batman

Everything by cv_angels

Five to Six, Eleven to Twelve

Don't Freak Out

Braaaaaaaains...

come on, don't leave me like this

Batman is a Dad, Man

Brooding

Everything by Cdelphiki

try again by ghostfaeries

the crooked kind

Twelve Magpies

The Batfam watch The LEGO Batman Movie

Childish Things

I'll Still Love You Anyway

Watch This

Every Coin in his Hoard

Everything by Listentothelittlebird 

Everything by FidotheFinch

Ruffled Feathers

Two Dead Boys

exactly how this grace thing works

Take Care of Business

the bat's nest

The Cape Void

The League of Assassins: An Indepth Exploration of the World's Most Prolific Group of Assassins

a pointless resistance

Reverse Robins

Girl what were YOU doing at the devil's sacrament?

Bang, bang

Flightless Birds

Short Fuse

Nature and Nurture

how to

smile from his perch on the birds below

Safe And Sound

Blackout (Bad Things Happen Bingo)

An Unorthodox Adoption

problem solver

In a Parallel Life

Maribat:

I Would Like One Family Please

The Great IKEA Game

Everything by Izanae

The Game of Life Is Rigged

Everything by boldlyanxious

It Will Come Back

Hermitcraft/Life Series:

Nobody Feels Like You

Wildflowers

Ad Astra

DSMP:

Everything by sircantus

Everything by bonesandthebees (bonesandcacti)

TommyInnit's Services for Villains, Vigilantes, and Various Other Vagabonds

A Twin of Light

Technoblade’s Entirely Average Babysitting Gig

Unconnected Magic Fics

Blood Brothers (Blood God!Tommy AU)

Breathing's Just a Rhythm

No Cause for Concern

Human Error

QSMP:

Side Effects

A flower for your thoughts

Yours, Faithfully

Can’t achieve shit on the Yaoi Island

3AM haze

My Dear, I’ll Know You’ll Understand

Sleep Deprived Butterflies

My Hero Academia:

All For One's guide to a peaceful retirement

Closer

And thus, we live

Bloom in Winter

Complicated Creation

Why Are We Here Again?

Ill-Gotten Gains

Harry Potter:

Holly & Yew

mr cogito and the little creature

Oh God Not Again!

Twisted Wonderland:

Let's Discuss the Ethics of Cloning

Night Raven Kindergarten

Wild Puppy Chase

Yuu and the Power of Magic

Eat Up

careful (it's contagious)

Knave of Hearts Trials

Viridian

Clumsy Chaos!

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

“You are loved,” said Yoo Jonghyuk. “This is a threat,” said Yoo Jonghyuk.

Ouran High School Host Club

All The Conversations Held In The Dark

TBHK

kintsugi

rumour has it

SVSSS

Shen Yuan of No Relation

a rose by any other name

Assassination Classroom

matchmaker matchmaker get off my back

[profoundbondfanfic]

Heeeeey just wandering do you by any chance have like a western or cowboy au fic rec list??? If not that's okey but I mean I would appreciate

Hello and of course, here are a few we like!

Apple Pie Order by paceprompting [Explicit, 18k words]

Castiel Novak spends his life the same way, every day, as sheriff of a small town in the old west. Until, of course, a certain green-eyed criminal named Dean Winchester starts showing up in his life...over and over.

Church of the Country Wild by Amazonia_8 [Explicit, 52k words]

Sheriff Dean Winchester has been sent to Boston to collect the new preacher for his town of Lawrence. What he finds is a man nothing like what he expected and suddenly the long journey back to Kansas seems a lot more dangerous than he'd previously thought.

Hunter's Caress by Ltleflrt [Explicit, 161k words]

Castiel Jameson won't rest until the outlaw who murdered his brother faces justice, and Dean Winchester is the only man alive who can help him track the villain down. Some say Winchester is a cold-blooded killer himself; others say he'd been wronged his whole life. All Castiel knows is that the desire glinting in Dean's green eyes is even more dangerous than he is. Castiel fights to keep his mind on business, but during the long nights on the trail with the dangerously handsome hunter he finds himself dreaming of yielding to Dean's illicit kisses and losing himself in lawless passion. Dean Winchester is about to hang when Castiel saves his neck with his crazy plan. But dying might be better than spending day and night playing nursemaid to such an infuriating city slicker. He appreciates the stubborn detective's desire for justice, but he'd appreciate Cas a lot more if he'd stop being a lawman long enough to just be a man. He certainly has all the right equipment. Dean aches to run his fingers through Castiel's dark hair, yearns to know how Castiel's golden skin will feel against him. And before the coming of the next dawn, Dean vows to teach him the pleasures and sweet rewards of a Hunter's Caress.

ride, cowboy, ride by UniversalSatan [Explicit, 12k words]

There's a stranger in town, and Castiel has the sense there's something dangerous about him — yet he's drawn to the man like a magnet, unable to resist his enticement.

The Shawnee Trail by emmbrancsxx0 [Explicit, 166k words]

In 1887, Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak lead a peaceful life in Lawrence, Kansas. Dean and Sam are stagecoach messengers for Wells, Fargo and Castiel is the town doctor. When Castiel's patient, Kelly Kline, knocks on their door one night about to give birth, she asks for the Winchesters and Castiel's help in protecting her son against one of the west's most notorious outlaws. To fulfill that promise, the men set out on a journey full of shootouts, trouble with the law, gambling, and an important discovery: Dean and Castiel really need to define the nature of their relationship.

Vagabonds by chevrolangels [Explicit, 89k words]

Dean is a sheriff in a tiny town in Colorado, restless and unsatisfied with his life. It's not like what he's read about in the dime novels since he was little, capturing dangerous outlaws and being the last word of the law. More like tossing the town drunk in a cell to sober up when they get a little too rowdy. But Dean's chance comes when a thief rolls through their town. He pursues the thief, which puts him right into the path of Emmanuel, a notorious outlaw. When he is captured by the outlaw and his gang to be held for ransom, Dean starts off on a journey he could have never envisioned, and learns that perhaps there's more to Emmanuel than meets the eye.

Whisper My Name by PetraAmia [Explicit, 29k words]

Castiel was an alpha with a few secrets up his sleeve, and had distanced himself from his family in New York City. Castiel was better off in the West than he was in the City, and they weren’t wrong. When Castiel first roamed he made a name for himself in the trick pony shows of the time and finally settled down in a small town called Angel, Wyoming. Here, he gave into some of his Alpha instincts by taking care of the townsfolk as sheriff, but that wasn’t to say that he was not a dutiful son. Twice his family back home had sent him an Omega to keep the families honor and both times, the Omega in question had not survived the sometimes harsh climate his new home provided. When a letter came from his eldest brother Michael to alert him to yet a third Omega coming to meet him from New York, he expected nothing but more of the same. He was totally unprepared for the Omega who came with his favorite brother Gabriel, and the new pup he was to take into his life. However, the events of the town have kept them apart, his duties to the town came before his new mate, and their relationship suffers. Can they recover, and be what they were always meant to be, or will they continue to dance around each other until they wither?

Wicked Game by expectingtofly [Explcit, 104k words]

The year is 1889 and for the past year and a half, Dean has traveled alone from town to town, drinking to ignore his guilt and gambling to make a living. Today, he’s especially down on his luck. He’s broke, was just thrown out of a saloon for cheating at poker, and has now been woken by a blue-eyed man trying to rob him. When he learns that the thief, Castiel, is just as broke as he is, they strike a tenuous deal to help each other rob a stagecoach, share the spoils, and split up. Turns out splitting up is the most difficult task. While Castiel is cold and cruel, Dean refuses to back down from a fight. The two are at odds more often than not, but their relationship only grows more complicated the longer they travel together. They may have more in common than they thought.

There's also this fic we've reviewed a while ago with cowboy!Dean, though he lives on a farm and it's set in the 90s instead of the old wild west:

spirit of the west by teendean [Mature, 141k words]

Dean grew up on a horse farm and can’t imagine any other life. There are drawbacks to working for his father, but they’re worth it if it means remaining with his beloved horses. Besides, between his broken arm and his lack of prospects, he hasn’t got much else. Something of an outsider, Dean always feels like there’s something he’s missing. But this tense summer brings back a figure from his past: years ago, a teenaged Cas worked for a season at the Winchester ranch. His return could change everything. If you ever wanted a 90s horse girl book, but starring a young Dean Winchester, this is your fic.

you can also check our western tag for more.

[greetingfromthedead]

9. Stampede

Series: Mermaid!AU Depth of Despair

Pairing: Vash x GN!Reader

Word count: 2.3k

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"Roberto! Please!" Vash pleads with the old fisherman.

"You are a fool. Not only do you come back with such a request after years, you want to go chasing fairy tales! The answer is "no", end of discussion." The tired looking man speaks calmly before smoking from his pipe. "You need to move on and make some smart choices."

"You yourself have told me tales of sirens. Please, I only need a ship. For old time's sake," Vash continues, not letting the conversation end there.

Roberto walks calmly along the pier, surrounded by the sound of seagulls and crashing waves. On either side of the walkway, dingy fishing boats have been tied to the dock, bobbing with the rhythm of the water. Vash follows with long strides, keeping pace as he tries to look the older man in the eyes. His determination remains unwavering.

"Boy, even if those rumors were true, they would only mean you are in even greater danger if you seek out their likes. I am not going to risk my men and livelihood for such a foolish mission." Roberto takes another long drag from the pipe. "And I am sparing your life with it too. For old time's sake."

"I'll find my own crew, and I will pay for the insurance!" the blonde continues. "You're the only one I can ask."

"If you take the ship out, it won't be just the mermaids coming after you. Trust me, you don't want to mess with all this. You got out. Your ghost hung from your neck by a thread, and you barely escaped with your life. You should count your blessings and not push your luck further; you have more than most of my men dare to dream of. And why don't you ask your brother for help?"

"Indeed. Why don't you?" A colder voice sounds out, making Vash freeze in place. "Why would you not come to me with your problems, little brother?"

Vash turns around. The words might be gentle, but they sound like a threat coming from his older brother. The mirror image of himself looks back, but dressed in a fancy navy uniform. The golden lace trim along his frock coat's lapels speaks of his high rank, if the shoulder insignia and the lavish hat weren't hints enough.

"Commodore Knives!" Vash salutes his brother, the mockery only noticeable to those who know the twins well enough.

"Why don't we have a chat, brother?" Knives puts his arm around Vash's shoulder, his gloved fingers digging into Vash's upper arm, and starts leading him away towards the shacks by the shore. His voice is lower as he leans slightly closer. "I have been turning a blind eye to your visits to the dock pubs, but now you're looking for a ship? This is going too far."

"Brother…" Vash says quietly, his voice trailing off, but the other twin looks forward, his face neutral, yet stern.

They head to the little houses standing on long wooden poles that disappear into the water. The thatched roofs are disheveled and partially covered by moss. Fishing nets and oars hang from hooks on the outside walls. Knives walks up to one of the doors and pulls it open. Only a small window lets in a sliver of light, illuminating the wooden boxes and barrels stacked inside. The older brother gives Vash a little push to go in first, pulling the door shut after entering himself.

"Really? You want to draw the navy onto your back?" Knives starts in a scolding, almost hissing tone. "How you managed to just barely slither your way out of their grasp last time is beyond me, but you want to fool around again? Do you not realize what you're putting at risk?"

"I'm just a sailor. That's all I've ever been. I just ask for a fishing vessel. I need it." Vash takes a step closer.

"Just a sailor? You can keep telling yourself and others that all you want, but the truth is you were a pirate," Knives hisses, "You put our family at risk. You put me at risk. You put yourself at risk."

"That is not true," Vash insists, his voice firm.

"Really? You commanded your little group of vagabonds, stirring trouble with merchant ships and the navy alike. How many times have you almost been killed? And for what?"

"I couldn't just stand by. They moved stolen goods. Slaves." Vash paused, his eyes reflecting the pain of his past.

"If you fought for justice, why not join the navy the same as me?" Knives replies firmly.

"Because the navy transported slaves just the same as the merchants."

"Those were prisoners. And if they caught you, they would have shipped you off in the same way unless they let you hang in the gallows at dawn. And that's if all they charged you with was piracy. Why do you try to throw your blessing away? You're the luckiest man I know. I'll never understand you."

"I have to save someone," Vash lets out a defeated sigh, "and I won't stop until I do."

"Who would be that important?" Knives demands, "Important enough to risk your life, my career, and the safety of our family? What about our mother? Our sister?"

"A siren," Vash replies softly, his voice betraying the affection blooming in his heart.

"A siren? You want to risk everything to chase some old wives' tale?" The twin scoffs, seemingly relaxing, as he takes a step back. A smug and crooked smirk appears on his face.

"Is it really so outrageous to believe the stories are true? I have seen them. They are real. And should we really be surprised? After all, we have powers we have learned to wield."

This catches the commodore's attention again. The smile disappears in an instant, and the icy eyes turn dark with anger. His hands shake with rage, and in a long step, he stands face-to-face with his brother again, grabbing hold of the red coat's lapel.

"We do not have powers. We do not wield any kind of magic. We are not witches. Be careful, brother," Knives warns, his tone serious. "If you continue down this path, you may find more than you bargained for. Don't go chasing fairy tales."

Knives lets go of his brother and takes a step back, seemingly calm. He straightens his uniform, pulling it down again, and adjusts the white gloves on his hands. As he looks at his brother with a mixture of concern and disappointment, Knives hopes that his words will make an impact and prevent any further reckless behavior. With a deep breath, he turns away, praying that his warning will be taken to heart before it's too late.

"Go home, Vash. And stay there. If I see you at the docks again, I will have my men escort you back." With that, the commodore walks away.

The shack's door swings open and nearly closes on its own, the twin's shadow moves across the faded wood of the pier before disappearing. Vash is left alone in the midst of the boxes and barrels, his brother's warning ringing in his ears as he contemplates what lies ahead. He can't give up. It is his fault you were dragged away. His inability to heed a warning is what got him into this position; he can only hope it will help him resolve it too.

If Knives will have him escorted home as soon as he sees Vash, all that needs to be done is remain unseen. Vash lurks in the shadows, in the backrooms of shady pubs, and in the shacks of those whose silence can be bought for coin. He spreads rumors, relies on those crazy enough to find him instead of the other way around, and he hopes it all will happen fast enough. He is not happy with what he has to do. He doesn't relish deception; he doesn't wish to put anyone in danger, but he needs a ship, and a ship needs a crew.

Only a few days after Vash set out on his mission, stories of a legendary pirate began to spread throughout the land once more. Different outrageous tales tell of a cunning, brave, and devilish captain who had a crew unlike any other, willing to follow him blindly into the most dangerous of waters where they all would return from, as if Death itself was scared of the man called the Stampede. Those pirates were rumored to have made a deal with the Devil. They kept the seas in a grip of fear and mystique that no other crew could match. Their ship, the Typhoon, was said to be the fastest vessel on any ocean, able to outrun every pursuer and to catch up to just about anyone.

For years, the Typhoon's crew and their insane captain dominated the waters, their legend growing with each passing day as they pillaged and plundered without mercy. Sweeping through port towns and sending many men, both honest and dishonest, to a watery grave. The fear they instilled was unmatched, and their reputation was known far and wide, but then one day, the giant ship disappeared together with its crew, never to be seen or heard from again. Some say that their time ran out as the Devil granted them powers for 7 years, only to then have the bottom of the sea swallow them whole. Others believe they simply sailed off the edge of the world. A few claim that they were cursed by the spirits of those they wronged and now haunt the seas as ghostly pirates, forever searching for redemption, never able to set foot on dry land. Whatever version anyone believes in, now there are rumors that the devilish Captain Stampede is back, looking for new recruits to join his cursed crew, to go searching for treasure and legends. Anyone willing, would be granted a lifetime of adventure on the high seas, more wealth than they can spend, and stories to tell for generations to come. Apparently, the captain is going to look for the land of mermaids, a place rumored to hold untold riches and immortality, guarded by sea monsters and beautiful maidens ready to give you a kiss in exchange for your soul.

Vash knows the rumors are sure to have reached his brother, so he will have to make his move tonight. His fingers touch the pebble resting against his chest, the small rock hands from his neck, and there is something so special about it to him. He puts on the harness that runs across his chest, where the buckle rests among the ruffles of his white shirt. He takes his pistol, which he has been polishing for most of the day, and secures the weapon in the holster. Vash ties a wide black sash around his waist, making sure it is tight and secure, keeping the gun where it needs to be. In addition, he hides a dagger in the black fabric of the sash, just in case he needs it later. He lifts up a floorboard with his fake arm, the magic giving him the strength to do so. From there, he takes the things wrapped in an old sheet and unravels them to bring out the items of the man he believed to have left behind. He secures the sword to his hip, picking up the feathered hat and the orange glasses. He puts them on, feeling a surge of confidence and determination. As the last touch, he pulls on his long red coat, the golden buttons and buckles glinting in the dim candlelight illuminating his dark bedroom. He is ready to face whatever challenges come his way. He is ready to get you back.

Vash takes the last of his valuables with him, his heart heavy with determination, as he gets on his horse to ride into the rainy night. He travels over the muddy roads, shrouded in darkness and uncertainty, but his resolve never falters. He has his goal, his treasure to find, and he will stop at nothing until he reaches it. This time feels different. The lights of the little port town don't seem as inviting as they once did. The sounds of the waves crashing against the rocks are more ominous, and the salty air carries a foreboding sense of danger. Everything that usually calls for him is now warning him to turn back. But he pushes forward, knowing that your fate lies in his hands.

He leaves his horse in Roberto's stable. He will be able to figure out what to do. The rest of the way, Vash walks through the little settlement by himself, avoiding the routes most guards would take, and he slinks his way to a dilapidated looking pub. It sounds lively, with a few drunken laughs echoing from within. The rain pours down, drenching Vash's cotton shirt and even his leathery pants and boots. It drips from the rim of his hat and the bottom of his coat. He reaches one of the gloved hands forward to push open the door; the other hand holds on to a small chest with an elaborate lock. He takes a deep breath before stepping into the dimly lit room, where everybody falls still to look at him.

A heavy silence fills the pub as all eyes remain on him. A few seem to slowly reach for their weapons, many looking at him suspiciously.

"Men," Vash announces, "I am looking for a crew."

As suddenly as the quiet had rolled over the pub, it is replaced by whispers. Curious and excited murmurs spread throughout the room. People start whispering of the devilish captain ruling the seas just a few years ago. Vash stares back at them, a smile spreading across his face.

"He is supposed to be the legendary pirate captain Stampede?" An impatient woman's voice calls out. Vash turns to look for the source and sees two women, the short one being the owner of the voice. "There is no way!"

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Do you have any fanfics about aziraphale being insecure about his weight? thanks you :))

We have loads on our #insecure aziraphale tag. Here are a few more to add to the collection...

Having and Holding by sheendav (M)

Aziraphale has a very specific bedtime request... one he fears Crowley will take the wrong way...

Fuck You Gabriel by smashedglassglitteringlikestars (E)

Crowley lets his angel know that it's okay to be soft.

You are beautiful, angel by Whatwashernameagain (M)

Aziraphale watches Crowley dance around his flat, drunk on good wine and freedom, and cannot help but be drawn to the way he moves, so fluid and graceful and entirely unselfconscious. He’s so beautiful with his fiery hair in the setting sun and his burning, wild eyes. Utterly breathtaking. The image of the lithe demon enjoying his body so confidently reminds him of how little he has to offer the person he craves to be close to more than he’s ever wanted anything in his entire existence. The cutting remarks spoken from smiling lips in heaven sting sharply as he remembers all of his failings as an angel. He feels very small suddenly. Crowley‘s sulfur-yellow eyes flare hotly.

Love Handles by Phoenix_Soar (E)

Crowley is a sweet thing and now that he is allowed, he wants to show Aziraphale just how lovely he finds his Angel.

As they try to adjust to the new turn their relationship takes after Armageddon, Crowley discovers that Aziraphale harbours certain self-conscious thoughts about his body. Well now, that just won’t do…

Just the Same by EmilyLouise (T)

So, the world didn't end and everything's pretty much the same, really. Apart from Aziraphale and Crowley are now in some sort of romantic relationship that neither of them knows how to navigate. But they don't need to talk about it or make it a thing. It's fine, really, apart from the times it isn't.

Things that were researched for this fic: Victorian and Georgian nightwear, the play 'Romeo and Juliet', molluscs, Aziraphale's conservation practices, the menu at the British Museum, the layout of the V&A, Italian renaissance gardens, Giant Sloths, plant varieties, the guardian crossword, compost, and the difference between BP and BC.

Snow Angel by Vagabond (T)

Human!AU. Aziraphale needs a date to his brother's Christmas party to avoid getting set up with someone. Anathema suggests Crowley, the office bad boy. They go, get snowed in, and have a heart-to-heart that ends in a Happy Christmas.

From a prompt: Human!AU: Aziraphale needs a date for family Christmas. He invites the office rebel/bad boy, Crowley.

- Mod D

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what do you have in mind for dsmp star wars aus because personally I want rival rebel pilots wilbur soot and quackity

girl what the hell i had a whole thing written out and it deleted itself and now i have to rewrite it. anyway

so i had an au back in 2021 i was developing, which followed the plot of the clone wars/prequels relatively closely, with wilbur being anakin, tommy being ahsoka, dream being palpatine etc. but now ive been brainstorming one that departs from the plot a little more, and also takes place before the phantom menace to avoid all the added variables of clones/war/etc.

so the main characters in this one are

tommy- jedi initiate who grows up in the coruscant temple with his best friend, tubbo. however when it comes time to be chosen as padawans, tubbo is chosen, while tommy is not, instead being sent to the service corps. struggling with feelings of inadequacy and resentment, tommy meets wilbur, an ex-jedi vagabond who shares his misgivings and encourages them.

wilbur- former jedi who left the order a few years after his master did the same. has lost faith in the order because he feels they failed to support him after his master left, and is beginning to fall to the dark side.

tubbo- jedi padawan newly stationed under quackity. he misses his best friend dearly, but is also excited to begin his training. several months after his initiation, he and quackity are assigned a mission to track down two rogue force-users who are Causing Shenanigans (not yet planned out lol. explosions are presumably involved). he's also starting to struggle to keep following the jedi tenets, what with his Very Pronounced feelings of care for his best friend tommy, his mentor and increasingly-older-brother-figure quackity, and ranboo, the archives assistant who also has a very nice face.

quackity- relatively young and inexperienced knight eager to prove himself under the council, particularly schlatt, his former master who has always brushed aside his accomplishments. he takes on a padawan as a chance to prove his worth, and his need to prove himself doubles when he and tubbo take on the mission. however, the council's treatment of him is beginning to grate on him, and feelings of resentment start to stir. this resentment only compounds when they track down the two rogues and one of them, an ex-jedi bent on causing chaos (wilbur), encourages him to give into his anger and use it as a strength.

backup characters include schlatt (jedi council member and douchebag) phil and techno (bounty hunters (phil also has something else going on wink wink)) ranboo (very cute archival assistant in the jedi temple) and others probably. i want niki to be in here somewhere as well.

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The bathroom's details is the strangest one, I think, because it implies that CJG either A) broke into his house and then into his room and then into his bathroom only to put a description in his novel, or B) came up with a ridiculous plan to have OgCale let him use his bathroom.

I mean, did he went inside while OgCale was in coma and observed him sleep, took a tour around his bedroom and then decided to peek into his bathroom just because?

Or did he pretended to be someone else, came up with a whole backstory and walked around the same street back and forth, pretending he was just passing, for hours just to meet OgCale by chance?

And if that's the case, when did OgCale realized this fool was faking it? Because you can't tell me that Cale 'I played a role perfectly for a decade or so' Henituse wouldn't notice it.

And if it's the first case, do you imagine if he had woken up just at that moment?

I need an AU where any of those happens and OgCale tricks him into helping him save his world in the first try somehow, god of Death be damned.

Reddika: *ready to set his bombs off*

Choi Han: *about to jump up to Reddika*

OgCale, out of nowhere: Is that the bastard that was going to blow off MY little brother?

Choi Jung Gun, looking like a vagabond who got a classy change of clothes, also out of nowhere: Yes, that's the one. Are we going to kill him?

OgCale: Worse. *Already hunting him down with an elegance and efficacy the Hunters wish to have*

Choi Han: For some reason, that guy feels oddly familiar.

Rosalyn: *looks at Choi Han* *looks at his uncle with a similar face* *looks back at Choi Han* Yeah. I wonder why.

[Dying morse sounds from Reddika in the background.]

Amiru: Isn't that your brother?

Bassen: Hyung-nim?! Shouldn't he be in bed?! *In a lower voice* He was injured.

Gilbert: That's where you're focussing on?! Not how he managed to do *gestures at Reddika's puddle* that?!

Bassen: Well, hyung-nim always gave me the impression that he was subjected to natural laws because he wanted and not because he had to. I guess he doesn't want to anymore.

Alberu, eavesdropping from the front of the plaza: ...Huh.

You know what, I'm really curious to know the lore of TBOAH and the material collection process of CJG. Specifically, on OG Cale Henituse. Nobody picked up on the fact that OG Cale never lay a hand on women or children when he got "drunk" and lashed out. Nobody picked up on how he always and only threw bottles at gangsters, not harming the innocent. Nobody noticed that he was never really actually drunk and his skin just flushed easily. And yet CJG knew. And he included that in TBOAH. I've talked about the details of his bathroom more than once so I won't delve too deep into that now. But it's details like this that make you wonder, does the identity of Cale Henituse or the original soul of Cale Henituse have a bigger part to play in the story?

[uy8hg]

Bonus Bro

I got randomly inspired to write some more Vagabond’s Little brother, and I remembered some posts about Alfredo in this AU and then this happened. Enjoy!

My previous VLB story can be found here

AO3 here

Ryan loved his brother, he really did, but sometimes they just weren’t in synch. Like, for instance, when they had specifically agreed to meet up at the bookstore after their hour at the mall, but an hour and fifteen minutes later, Ryan gets a text saying Trevor was at the coffee shop. Honestly, his brother didn’t need any more coffee in the first place. That kid was thoroughly addicted, which probably wasn’t that healthy for him. Even so, Ryan sighed and wandered out of the book store to find his caffeinated younger brother.

It absolutely didn’t help that there were three thousand coffee shops in the mall. Ryan knew Trevor wasn’t picky about where he got his coffee, as long as he got it, so he walked the short way to the end of the mall, turned around, and with a big sigh began his search.

He swept his gaze from left to right and back, falling into the groove that was normally resumed for recon jobs. Always alert, watching everything at once, waiting for that one profile or that one jacket to give away his target. It made his whole search feel much more menacing than looking for his brother in the mall, but his life wasn’t normally this mundane.

Luckily, he didn’t have to search very long. A handful of shops in and he spotted the back of Trevor’s nicely styled hair. He was wearing a different hoodie than Ryan had remembered him in when they’d left, but he was also carrying a bag from the store he said he’d been heading to, so Ryan figured he’d just found what he was looking for.

His back was to Ryan, and his head was bent down to read his phone while waiting. “Trevor!” Ryan called out, hoping to get his brother’s attention. When Trevor didn’t react, he tried again. “Treycs!”

Still nothing. Annoyed, Ryan headed in closer and laid a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Trevor,” he tried again, but was taken aback when his brother turned to look at him.

This wasn’t his brother.

Ryan jerked his hand back like the imposter had burned it. The person looked equally shocked, blinking at him.

“Can I help you?” the stranger asked. As Ryan tried to compose his thoughts he took in the person in front of him. He really did look a lot like Trevor, with a similar hairstyle and color, with the same build and basically the same height. His skin was darker, not the same pale color Trevor’s could get when he didn’t leave the penthouse for a while.

“Sorry,” Ryan managed, trying to tap into his professional side to regain his composure. “I mistook you for my brother.”

“Is this Trevor the guy I keep hearing about?”

Ryan’s recently regained air of confidence shattered as he froze in place, every sense going in to high alert. Of course he’d know the name, he’d just said it not a minute ago, but what was this about hearing about his little brother.

“Pardon?” Ryan asked, and he had to fight to keep the Vagabond’s edge out of his voice.

The guy in front of him didn’t seem to notice. “I only moved here recently, but this isn’t the first time I’ve been mistaken for this ‘Trevor’ guy. Guess we must look a lot alike.” He chuckled then, and Ryan nervously laughed back. He was at a loss for words, at least ones that weren’t threatening any and all information out of this poor guy, when Trevor finally decided to make an appearance.

“Ryan!” he called out, and both men turned to find Trevor walking toward them, shopping bags hanging from his arm and coffee securely in hand. His brother extended a second cup to Ryan. “Got you some tea.”

Ryan took it, still unable to say anything, as Trevor looked over at the other man.

“Whoa,” he muttered. “You look familiar.”

“I could say the same thing,” the imposter said, glancing over at Ryan, who was watching the two over his cup as he took a sip of the warm beverage. With the two of them next to each other, they really looked like they could be twins.

The weird trance of the two of them sizing each other up was broken when the barista called out the imposter’s order. “Alfredo!” she called, and the three of them turned to look at the coffee waiting for him on the counter.

“That’s me,” he told the two brothers, cheerfully looking between the two. “It was nice to finally put a face to the name that wasn’t mine.”

He laughed again, while Ryan held back a smile and Trevor just looked at his brother with confusion.

Alfredo said goodbye once again before grabbing his coffee and heading off, leaving Ryan with his actual brother. “That was weird,” Trevor commented, taking a long swig of his drink.

“Very weird,” Ryan echoed with a sip of his own drink. The tea was good, just like he preferred it, which he knew was Trevor’s plan. It was probably an apology for messing up their meeting, or at least Ryan hoped it was. Even so, his anger at his bro had been replaced by confusion at the new person in town who looked extremely similar to his little brother. Sighing, he wrapped an arm around Trevor’s shoulders to turn him around. “Come on, let’s get back to base.”

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Alfredo checked his watch for the thirty-ninth time that evening, still waiting for something to happen. He’d picked this particular rooftop for a reason, but that didn’t make it any less boring than any other rooftop he’d spent an extended amount of time on before. This rooftop was the fourth best sniping spot for the particular building in front of him. He obviously couldn’t pick the first best, since it was where their sniper would be, and he didn’t take the second best as that’s where their backup sniper would be. He didn’t know if they had a third snipe in their crew, and if they’d even use them on a mission like this, so he used that as a buffer and picked the fourth best. Even so, every rooftop was number one for boredom.

He wasn’t even sure the heist would be tonight. His intel has told him tonight, but so far it hadn’t been entirely accurate. This was the fourth time he’d gone off of one of their leads, and still nothing. Once again, doubt crept across his mind about this job.

It wasn’t a great idea to be going after the Fake AH Crew in the first place. Everyone knew they ruled Los Santos, it was indisputable. Even Alfredo, who’d only moved here recently, and mostly for this job, knew about how terrifying they were. That made going after their boss even more dangerous. He’d heard the stories about the crew members, and knew he’d be on the receiving end of one of those once he killed their boss.

That is, if they figured out it was him. The only sliver of hope he had, if his job was successful, is that the crew wouldn’t know who’d done it. He was new here, he wouldn’t have any motive, and the people who’d hired him were so far down the pecking order that it was a small chance he’d be tracked down.

He checked for the fortieth (count it! Fortieth!) time, and let out another sigh. It was twenty minutes past when the crew was supposed to show up. He’d normally give it an hour just to be sure, but he’d already been up here for over an hour and it wasn’t exactly a warm summer evening in the middle of November. He wrapped his leather jacket tighter around himself, considering actually using the zipper as he watched his breath escape into the air with yet another sigh.

He was a great sniper, and he didn’t want to trade it away for being in the action, but he sure didn’t like the waiting around it required. He longed for the feel of holding the rifle in his hands, looking down the scope to line up the perfect shot, then blam! One press of the trigger and the target went down. Such a small moment with such a big lead up, but it made Alfredo’s heart soar every time it went smoothly.

Just as he was about to let out another sigh-watch check combo, he heard tires squealing down below. As he peeked over the end, he could see the Achieve-mobile pull up in front of the building, making quite the dramatic entrance for this late at night with no one around. Five figures piled out of the car and hurried inside. From his notes, Alfredo knew their main team was six, and that they often had people in other roles, so there was bound to be people unaccounted for. He didn’t like it, but that’s what it had to be.

As they dashed into the building, Alfredo did manage to see the head he was looking for. Zed, the current leader of the Fakes. He quickly got into position, letting his rifle lay easily in his arms as he maneuvered to find the best line of sight. It took him only a few seconds before he was ready, eyes down the scope as he waited for the group to reappear.

He didn’t have to wait too long. Only a few minutes later, the five came whooping out the front door, loudly yelling about their spoils and their orders. The last one to leave was Zed, and Alfredo felt a smile spread across his face as he lined up the shot.

His smile quickly fell when he got a proper look at Zed. All the photos had been blurry at best. He knew to recognize the striped vest, rolled up sleeves and fingerless gloves. Even the shades he always wore, even though it was the middle of the night. He watched Zed lower his shades to look over them at his crew and his breath left his lungs.

He was staring at himself. Or, at least, the guy he’d seen earlier that day at the coffee shop. The man on the other end of his scope was Trevor, and he felt his finger unconsciously move away from the trigger. The shot was still lined up, he could do it, Zed was moving slowly back to the car, but he found himself unable to shoot this guy who looked so much like him.

As he was still struggling, someone else made the choice for him. He felt a foot harshly hit him in the back, and he fell awkwardly to the side, off balance from his weird sniping position. His rifle slide out of his grasp and to the concrete of the roof. He was lucky it hadn’t fallen over the edge, but it was still not in the best position to grab again.

Even though he was out of it, his body knew how to pull the knife out of its sheath on his thigh. He brandished it up at his attacker, but his bravado quickly faltered as he looked up at the Vagabond. Of all the stories he’d heard, all the ones that involved the Vagabond were the most gruesome. This was all going downhill, very quickly.

Luckily for him, the Vagabond seemed almost as startled as Alfredo. He didn’t move as Alfredo maneuvered into a better position for defense. His close combat wasn’t the best, as he spent most of the time at extreme long range, but he could hold his own against normal opponents. He didn’t think the Vagabond would be a normal opponent, but he had to try. It was either that or a fate worse than death.

The dark skull mask showed no emotion, but the bright blue eyes behind them shone brightly as they stared at Alfredo. Alfredo looked at the other end of the roof, back behind the Vagabond where he knew the ladder was. He didn’t know how the Vagabond had gotten up here without Alfredo hearing, but he figured he wouldn’t be able to slip past and make a run for it. He’d have to fight, but he didn’t know why the Vagabond hadn’t made any more moves to stop him.

“Alfredo?”

It was so quiet he almost missed it even in the near silent night. Alfredo tensed, brandishing the knife even higher.

“How do you know my name?” he asked back, his voice calmer than he actually was. He watched the Vagabond blink a couple of times before a terrifying laugh started from behind the mask. His grip tightened on the knife as the Vagabond’s laugh grew. “What’s so funny?” he demanded.

This wasn’t normally how it went when someone from the crew he was targeting found him. Albeit, it didn’t happen often, but this is far from anything Alfredo could have guessed.

“You’re the new sniper targeting us?” the Vagabond questioned, his voice low even despite the laughter.

Somehow the laughter seemed to make it more insulting. “I might be,” he shot back. “How did you know?”

The Vagabond tried to wipe his eye, which was hard with the mask and the face paint around it, and it came away dark, which seemed to be even funnier to him. “We know everything that happens in this city. Still, we didn’t expect this.”

Alfredo didn’t know what ‘this’ was, but he was getting more and more offended each passing minute. “What do you want from me?” he asked, trying to steer the weird conversation in a different direction. If he knew, he might be able to weasel himself out of the situation with as little damage as he could. He didn’t want to give up on a job, but it was looking less and less promising that he’d be able to pull it off as he went.

“How much are they paying you for this?” the Vagabond asked, laughter dying off as his voice got even deeper with a serious tone. Alfredo didn’t know the number off the top of his head, especially because he wouldn’t get most of it until he did the job, but that didn’t seem to matter. “We,” the Vagabond hesitated, before correcting himself, “I have a proposition for you.”

Alfredo raised an eyebrow. He liked propositions where he didn’t die. He knew it’d be hard to trust an enemy crew member, especially one from this crew, but he was going to take what he could get. “I’m listening.”

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The crew was in high spirits as they clambered into the penthouse. Loud voices filled the large space as they all dispersed, starting their own celebrations or post-heist cooldowns. Matt poked his head out of the control room, grin wide at the crew’s return. Gavin and Michael wrestled their way into the kitchen, where Jack quickly followed to keep them in check with Lindsay right on her heels. Geoff headed toward the living room, and Trevor just sighed in the entryway. He managed a weird group of misfits, but he loved them all so much. He’d never imagined this growing up, but it was the best thing that probably could have happened to him.

Speaking of the best thing, Ryan wasn’t in the living room when Trevor finally made his way in. He turned to Matt. “Hey, is the sniper team or Ryan back yet?”

Matt shook his head. “Not yet.”

Jeremy and Steffie chose that exact moment to come crashing through the door, bringing only more noise to the already loud yelling match emanating from the kitchen. Trevor peeked down the hallway only to see Ryan wasn’t with them.

“Have you two seen Ryan?” he asked, to which they both shook their heads as they walked past. Trevor frowned. Ryan wasn’t one to be the last to the party. That is, unless he was right and there was someone out to get them. If Ryan had actually caught the guy, who the crew hadn’t even been sure about, he’d probably be out all night interrogating. Trevor had gotten used the Vagabond’s methods over time, and it was basically a group rule to let Ryan have a few words with a captive before consulting the rest of the team. Never enough to leave permanent damage, just enough to scare.

Trevor let out a sigh, resigning himself to a night of celebration without his brother. It’d only happened a couple of time since they’d been reunited, but he still felt the need to make up for lost time.

He flopped down next to Jeremy on the couch, where he and the other lads were already busting out the Mario Kart. He grabbed the last controller before Lindsay could, sticking a tongue out at her as she complained. He didn’t normally go out on missions himself, so he was going to celebrate the best he could tonight on the special occasion.

He was just pulling over the finish line in a solid sixth place when he heard the door open. The controller and game immediately forgotten, Trevor rushed to the entry hall. Ryan was standing in the half open door, looking back out into the hall. He turned around and flashed Trevor a giant smile, one almost comically big.

“Trevor!” he called. “I have the best news, and an even more devious idea.”

Trevor felt his eyebrows raise up. “Oh?” Ryan waved him to come over and closed the door behind him as he slipped back into the hallway. Too intrigued to think twice, Trevor followed him out.

He was not expecting to meet his twin in the hallway.

The guy from the coffee shop earlier was standing next to Ryan, shifting his weight from foot to foot nervously. He was wearing a jacket of the same design as Ryan, but with red and white, a much less menacing look yet he made it look good. His shock immediately turned to confusion.

“What is this?” he asked Ryan simply, taking in his brother’s evil grin once again.

“Well, I found the guy who was hunting us!” he exclaimed, gesturing to the other man, who was looking anywhere but the pair of brothers.

“So you brought him here? And you took off your mask?” Trevor hissed. He didn’t care what the guy looked like, an enemy was an enemy.

“No it’s fine!” Ryan assured. “We can buy him out! He’s not a threat anymore!”

Trevor narrowed his eyes as he looked between the two of them. “What makes you so sure? You aren’t one to trust quickly.”

“But look at him!” Ryan defended.

“Even if he does look like me, that doesn’t change anything,” he told Ryan firmly, waiting for the moment when that goofy smile left his face, but it seemed especially stubborn tonight. “He’s a threat.”

“A threat that can be easily turned into an amazing weapon,” Ryan shot back immediately. The two of them spent a moment having a staring contest, Trevor’s glare versus Ryan’s plea, while the fake Trevor looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. Trevor finally broke the contact with a sigh.

“What are you proposing?” he asked, and he watched as his brother lit up.

“He’s a sniper, and a good one from what we’ve heard. We could hire him, even on a trial membership. Think of all the things we could do!”

“And what makes you think he won’t just shoot us the head the first chance he gets?” Ryan didn’t immediately have a comeback for that, and the other guy shifted uncomfortably.

“The Vagabond make a very convincing argument on the way over,” he muttered, and Trevor turned his gaze on him. “I took this gig on a whim, but I’d love to actually have a steady job. I can help out in other areas, too.”

“We could do a trial,” Ryan put in again. “At least let me get one joke out of him.”

Trevor shifted his stare back over to his brother. “Joke?”

Ryan smirked. “I have a great idea for a prank. Please, just this one.”

It wasn’t normal for Ryan to be begging something of Trevor. Normally it was the other way around, and even that was rare. Watching Ryan give his best attempt at puppy dog eyes, Trevor could feel his resolve waver.

“What’s the idea for this prank?” he asked hesitantly, and Ryan’s grin spread even further.

He started laughing, a weird combination of his normal laugh and his murder laugh that was terrifying even without the mask. Trevor immediately regretted asking. Ryan gave one last loud chuckle, eyeing the two, before declaring, “Switch clothes.”

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“This is a terrible idea,” Alfredo said yet again, but the Vagabond wasn’t having it. Even though he’d taken off his mask and revealed himself as the brother from the mall, he wasn’t any less terrifying. His face paint was smudged, making his cheery smile look menacing.

Trevor didn’t seem to be enjoying this nearly as much as his brother, frowning as he pulled on Alfredo’s jacket. Alfredo had to admit, it looked good on him. He hoped it looked that cool on him too.

“I have to agree with him here, bro,” Trevor told the Vagabond, but he waved him off.

“If this works, it will be hilarious. If we can fool them, think of all the other people we can fool!”

“It’s not going to fool them!” Trevor and Alfredo said in unison, leading to the two of them sharing a startled look. Alfredo immediately back down, pulling Trevor’s sunglasses down over his eyes.

“Alright, what were you doing when I came back?” The Vagabond asked Trevor, looking between the two with a childlike grin on his face.

“Mario Kart. The race had just ended. They’re probably still playing, rotating around.”

“Perfect!” The Vagabond turned back to Alfredo, and he found himself taking a step back out of reflex. “Follow me in, and we can see how many races it takes for them to figure out you’re not Trevor!”

“This sounds far from perfect,” Alfredo mentioned, but the Vagabond shrugged him off. He grabbed the door handle and turned back to the two.

“Trevor, chill in the entryway. You can listen in, but don’t get seen! Oh, and Alfredo,” Alfredo jumped at the mention of his name, which he was sure he hadn’t mentioned since the barista had called it at the mall, “call me Ryan.”

With that, the Vaga- . . . Ryan opened the door and ushered the two in. Trevor slipped past him and leaned against the wall with a silent grumble, and Alfredo had no choice but to head in.

He could instantly hear the happy cries from further in, and Ryan led him in that direction. When he entered the living room, there was a small cheer of welcome. Alfredo paused, unsure, but Ryan shot him a smile and he realized it was now or never.

He stepped in to find a mess of people sprawled out on couches and chairs, with legs over each other and heads on shoulders. They looked happy and cozy, like a family more than a crew of criminals. No one shot him a second glance, too absorbed in watching the screen.

There was a sudden batch of yelling as everyone reacted to the game. The one he knew as Mogar from his reports suddenly jumped up with a loud victory dance. Alfredo couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the sight.

A girl with long red hair held a controller over the back of the couch, offering it to Ryan. “You wanna play a round?”

Ryan shook his head. “Nah. Give it to Trevor.” The girl shrugged and extended it toward Alfredo. He hesitantly took it and didn’t have a chance to think before the countdown for the next race was going. Suddenly he was playing, standing behind the couch next to Ryan, surrounded by a crew of people who would probably try to kill him the moment he made one wrong move. But for now, he could escape into the game.

He stayed silent as he played, quietly working his way farther and farther down in the ranks. The crew laughed and made jabs at him, but he didn’t dare say anything. He kept his focus on the game, even if every now and then he shot looks at the group and Ryan. Every time he looked at Ryan, though, the other would look over and give him a reassuring smile and an evil wink. He always had to stifle a chuckle as he would go back to the game, where he’d have inevitably dropped a place.

Alfredo was doing a good job at staying quiet and keeping up the charade as the match proceeded. That was, until he finished in laugh place, much to the humor of the rest of the group. “No!” he shouted impulsively, and the chuckles died off. He immediately froze as he realized their attention had all moved to him.

“You alright, Treyco?” the bald one asked. Alfredo glanced over at Ryan through the corner of his eye. The other man was looking at him with confusion on his face, which panicked Alfredo until he realized there was humor in his eyes. Alfredo swallowed and nodded. Yep, he could do this, totally.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” Mogar told him, eyes narrowed. “That’s not like you.”

“He’s tired,” Ryan defended. “He doesn’t get to go out much on jobs. Must have been thrilling.”

“C’mon Trevor, lighten up a little!” the guy on the couch in front of him commented, and it didn’t take long for Alfredo to recognize the Golden Boy’s shades resting on his head. He instinctively leaned back as the Golden Boy sat up and reached out at him, hands ready to probably tickle him or something. “C’mon Treyco!”

Alfredo jumped back as the Golden Boy lunged up, much quicker than he’d expected. He let out a yelp and felt the sunglasses slide off his nose. He caught them, thankfully, but he realized the crew could now see his face as he looked up.

From where he was, he could see Trevor down the hall, eyes wide and ready to head in at any moment. The rest of the crew looked absolutely confused, except for Ryan, who looked like he was about to double over in laughter.

“Vagabond, who’s this?” one of them asked, standing up from his chair. Alfredo instantly recognized him as Ramsey, the former head of the Fakes. Nice going, Alfredo, he thought. Now they’re going to kill you.

“It’s Trevor!” he exclaimed, but it was easy to tell he was lying when he couldn’t hold a straight face.

“What have you done with Trevor?” Ramsey growled as he started toward Alfredo. He yelped and stepped toward Ryan, as if the laughing mercenary would defend him. Ramsey had just about reached him when Trevor finally decided to make his appearance.

“It’s fine it’s fine it’s fine!” he called, coming up to grab the other man on the shoulder. Ramsey shook it off but Trevor forced him to turn around. “I’m fine,” Trevor insisted. Ramsey didn’t seem to like it, as he shot Alfredo another glare, but he didn’t make any more moves toward him.

“What’s going on?” the other woman asked, voicing what the whole crew was probably thinking.

“It was Ryan’s idea,” Trevor answered immediately, pinning the blame on the still laughing Vagabond. “This guy’s the guy who was trying to take one of us out, and Ryan wanted to have a little fun.”

“So he’s an enemy,” Ramsey said, turning on him again. Alfredo backed up again, running into Ryan, who secured him by grabbing his shoulders. It wasn’t the most reassuring of gestured, but Alfredo would rather be near him than Ramsey right now.

“Nah, we can work with him. He seems nice!” Ryan shot back.

“I don’t like it,” Ramsey answered immediately.

Ryan sighed. “But look at him! Actually look at him! I ran into him earlier and even I thought he was Trevor! We can use this! Plus he’s got skills!”

“Skills that he could use on us,” the woman piped up again.

“Or for us!” Ryan said again. “Come on, a trial membership!”

Ramsey turned back to Trevor. “You agreed to this?”

Trevor sighed. “Begrudgingly. Ryan wanted to see how long it took you all to realize.”

There was a moment of silence as the crew looked back and forth between Trevor and Alfredo. Even though Alfredo could feel himself get tenser the longer the quiet stretched out, he couldn’t help but notice the looks of intrigue that were starting to appear on the crew’s faces.

Ramsey gave him one last look before looking up at Ryan. “Trial membership. A job or two. I’m not promising anything more.

Ryan cheered, and even Trevor let out a little laugh. Some of the tension left Alfredo’s shoulders. He’d actually get a chance to work with the crew. They weren’t going to kill him where he stood. This might actually work.

He could feel a smile spread across his face as Trevor extended a hand to him. “Alright, guess you’re in for now. Welcome to the Fake AH Crew. Alfredo was it?”

“Alfredo,” he confirmed. The two smiled at each other, and when he turned he found smiles on the rest of the crew members, even Ramsey. If this worked, he might actually be able to become part of this little family. He realized then that he’d really like that. It’d been far too long since he’d had something stable, and he missed it.

“Can I adopt him?” Ryan asked randomly. “I could have two brothers! They’re practically twins already!”

“You can’t adopt him, Ryan,” Ramsey told him with joking strictness. He shot a smile over at Alfredo, who could help but laugh. “At least, not yet.”

The crew returned to their Mario Kart, Trevor now happily nestled at Ryan’s other side. Alfredo watched them all, much more relaxed than he had been earlier. Yeah, this could work.

[shadeofazmeinya]

4. Who gave you that black eye? - Trevor and Ryan as brothers? Xx

(featuring them as younger cause why not. around teen years somewhere haha)

“What happened?! Who gave you that black eye?”

Trevor winces at Ryan’s raised voice, wrapping his arms around himself. He knew he should’ve expected someone in his family to find out. It’s not like you can hide a black eye forever. No matter how much Trevor wished he could. But he’s still glad at least it was Ryan. And not their mom.

“It was just some kids at school,” Trevor mumbles. “They were trying to fight my friend and I had to get him out of there. I swear I didn’t start it!”

Ryan sighs, gently lifting Trevor’s head to look over his eye. “Well, it looks like it’s just a bruise. Where else did you get hurt?”

“Just my face,” Trevor says. Ryan gives him a sharp look, not believing but Trevor still repeats himself. “I swear, only my face. One of them caught me off guard, got me in the face. But then I got my friend out and left.”

Ryan nods, letting go of his face. “Who was it?” he says firmly, looking ready for a fight himself.

Trevor shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter who. Just... Can you help me hide it before mom gets home?”

Ryan sighs and nods, letting it go for now. “Alright. I have some concealer left over from my last big bruise. It should be able to hide it up alright. Still, try to avoid her seeing.”

“Don’t worry, I will,” he mumbles.

Ryan gives him a weak smile, ruffling his hair, trying to get him to feel better and not look so miserable as he sure he did. “At least you stood up for your friend right? You did good. I’ll give you some more tips for the next time, so hopefully you won’t get a punch to the face.”

Trevor gives a small smile. “Yeah, thanks.”

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[rubsjuice]

The Mayor Rant

no need to say it twice my friend

This is my unadultered rant on the character of Wayward Vagabond, The Mayor, and how he was robbed by everyone who ever had creative control over him

Okay, so let me start with a simple "Who is WV". WV, the Mayor. He was a simple farmer in Skaia, he's seen the horrific consequences of monarchy and war and he thinks he and his friends could do a better job at organizing society. He has a very black and white (pun intended) way of thinking and he often punishes himself for silly thoughts. Remember when he calls himself stupid over and over and hits himself over the head for thinking of a silly thing to do?

Over the course of homestuck, he develops a set of traits that we can very easily consider PTSD after he sees Jack Noir slaughter countless brothers-in-arms without regard for shell color, shape or alignment; he has night terrors about it, and very specifically about becoming just the same if he ever puts the ring of whatever four-fold to transform into a powerful beast to hunt down Jack Noir for it. He's afraid of becoming just the same as the people he swore to destroy, and this is so. important. for his characterization. He's a kind, gentle, and stern leader who isn't afraid of gathering troops or guerilla fighting of course, but he shies away from mindless violence and death, and he'd rather not send troops to be slaughtered like they're nothing. This is the Mayor. A man with simple roots, a dream, and overwhelming trauma.

(ngl same)

So what did Hussie do with this incredible backstory and development, a couple thousand pages down the line? When WV was stuck in the meteor with a bunch of teenagers and confused out of his fucking mind?

He turned him into davekat's little pet

Like seriously the flaunderization of WV is something no other character experiences in the entirety of the webomic, how the fuck do you go from "revolutionary democratic leader" to "two teen's bug puppy"? Dave flat out talks to and about WV as if he was a pet, or at the very least a creature with less sapience than he does

Karkat sorta has a conversation with him? But it's mostly framed as a joke, so the narrative wasn't treating him seriously anyway

That's a really big problem, because if the narrative doesn't treat him like a person, the fans don't have any incentive to do so either. I've seen more fanart that treats him like he's an irrational animal than I've seen art treating him as the real complex character that he is. I've seen humanstuck AU fanfics that write him as davekat's old golden retriever. I can tell whether an artist treats WV seriously or not by looking at how they draw him (it's always something in the eyes). Paired with the fact that a lot of his "silly behaviors" are either symptoms of mental illness or externalizations of neurodivergence, it all gives me a very sour taste in my mouth.

After all that and Collide, WV gets his happy ending, building a town and community in Earth C

Or did he?

I present to you: the credits

In which is established the existence of a, and I quote "carapacian kingdom" in Earth C

Based on my exposé you probably figured out that WV would be at the very least be reticent about naming anything in the new world a "kingdom" even if post-canon implies it's not actually a kingdom, what matters here is the presentation; as someone who believes strongly in the representative democratic system, the way things are worded would be incredibly important to WV, so why would they think that's acceptable at all for him?

The credits showing Callie and Roxy as like the leaders also boiled my blood a little bit because of how chess racist roxy is i mean really those guys raised her from infancy and she thinks they're lesser than her, never bothered to learn their language and thinks they're helpless without her bringing them pumpkins like ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS

All that just left me with the unwishful thinking that Earth C was a paradise for trolls and humans but if you weren't one or the other you were treated with indifference because you were just "a silly salamander" or "a little chess guy"

And I know that the epilogues and Homestuck 2 explicitly made the credits not canon, but they follow the same baselines and the same attitude about the aliens that we can call "game constructs", so really how non-canon could it be

I was blissfully thinking about ways to explore that when the bonus updates dropped, and in one of them there's a long block of purple prose basically outlining the authors' perfect democratic system (which kind of really sucks if you know anything about politics besides twitter buzz words but that's besides the point) and attributing that "marvelous feat of democracy" to WV as if he would ever think separating representation by race was a good idea

He's been part of a race war before! he knows how things like that start!!

And in the end they even write some bullshit about WV thinking "ooooh maybe it won't work out i'm scared of it happening oooo" because deep down they know they're full of shit and they know this is a disservice to the character but they don't care about it enough to make something decent. He might be a simple farmer but he's not incompetent

Anyway, this doesn't really matter at all anymore because of intricate twitter drama i don't have time nor energy to type out, i'm just really really passionate about this guy

This was WV, he lived, he served cunt, died twice and was grossly mischaracterized in two completely different directions by anyone who had any creative liberty over him

[cata-strophes]

Fic Recommendations Because I Want To

Theme: superpowered society (or just like three people sometimes)

Please Make Sure To Read All Tags Thoroughly Before Reading, some fics are the fluffiest and some are a bit dark

disclaimer: most, if not all, are tommy-centric bc. i am an inniter

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Number One Villain's Waffle House by Not_That_Dude (on-going)

Tommy is a villain called Borrower who can steal powers for a limited amount of time. This is his journey through becoming the number one villain, finding himself a family, defeating a brainwashing Egg, and overthrowing a corrupt Government for one of his acquaintances, while also running the adored Waffle House of the city at sixteen years old.

Not in that order.

But With Everybody Watching Us (Our Every Move) We Do Have Reputations by whoknowsidont (completed, only epilogue left)

The story of how Tommy became New York City's first and only superhero. All while trying to make amends with his broken family.

i will look at love as more than just an instrument of pain by Anonymous (on-going)

Or, The Syndicate took down the Heroes Association. Tommy's an ex-hero who has no idea what he's supposed to do now, especially without Dream's guidance. Help comes from unexpected people, namely ex-villain and retired leader of The Syndicate, The Angel of Death himself. And his annoying sons.

Technoblade's Entirely Average Babysitting Gig by opheliabloo (completed)

Techno takes on a sketchy babysitting gig to make some money. He’s not entirely sure they’re not trying to murder him.

The Oath of Hippocrates by Melatonin_High (on-going)

Superhero AU where Tommy is a doctor and Wilbur is the villain, Tragedy, who also happens to work at a bakery.

run, boy, run by 212rime (on-going)

Tommy--who went into hiding after becoming one of the most feared villains in L'Manberg--accidentally befriends the new big bad supervillains, except he doesn't know that.

A Friend of Villains (By Association) by unnamedmystery (on-going)

Where Jack Manifold is just a beginner vigilante named Rocket, who’s gradually growing in fame after a fight against a top hero went viral on the internet, and Jack’s little brother, Tommy, is painfully oblivious to his older brothers alter ego.

Oh! And not to mention that Tommy seems to befriend literally every villain in Essempi (in their civilian form) and the villains, for some odd reason, believe that means Jack is also their friend by association??

Listen, even Jack doesn’t know what’s going on...

Just Keep Talking by whoknowsidont (one-shot)

Tommy gets trapped underneath a collapsed building after a hero-villain fight gone wrong. It just so happens that the notorious villain 'Angel of Death' is trapped there with him.

(Or, Two guys talk about family, morality, and struggling to survive in a hero oriented world, as they wait to be saved from the rubble.)

TommyInnit's Services for Villains, Vigilantes and Various Other Vagabonds by I_Have_An_Alibi (on-going)

5 times Tommy dropped everything to help everyone else, and 1 time they dropped everything to help him.

Kings To You by Flustered (on-going)

In which the world class master thief Tommy Innit is given the ultimate challenge: steal a Technoblade.

It goes as bad as you’d think it would.

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ok, i could keep going but i think ten is a good place to stop lol, otherwise this post would be extremely long

this list is themed because i really really like to read fics, and i want to do at least a few more lists to recommend my faves, for now i have started on a horror/cryptid/apocalyptic list and a modern/foster/found family list, might do a merpeople au one with all the fics ive been reading like that lol, might even do a superpowered society part 2 because there are still so many i love with this theme

idk, i just wanted to share them <:) i hope you guys dont mind it, and go spread the love to these writers and fics!!! they truly are amazing <3

[squidkid15]

Has any of you aus been changed due to season 4? If yes, which ones

A few! None of them are huge changes though. Core was basically fleshing out backstories a bit, a couple other smaller ones we haven't shared here (vagabond, for anyone curious) we made Peng Macaque's killer. Ghost we made that change/addition, then they also met up with the brothers in modern day, meeting ghost/seeing what became of him.

MK got tweaked a little in a couple AUs too, but nothing crazy. Mostly it was tweaking backstories, and planning future events.