#waywren truesong

[suzukiblu]

Thank-you sentences for Waywren Truesong; “interdimensional kidnapping via Robin”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“. . . why . . . would anyone wanna . . . do that?” Kon asks, his voice even more hesitant and very, very quiet. Tim hates that the kid has to ask that, but at least he wasn’t too afraid of him to ask. That’s better than the alternative, if nothing else. 

“Lots of reasons,” he says. “Not everyone wants power just to have it. Not everyone wants power at all, or to always, always be on-duty and never being able to rest. And Superman specifically would rather be able to be with people than be above them.” 

“Oh,” Kon says, staring down at his feet. Tim doesn’t ask him what Luthor said to him about power, one way or the other. He knows it wasn’t anything good, and nothing worthwhile either. 

“Supernova didn’t have one for a little while,” he says instead. “He didn’t really have the option at first, plus he didn’t really understand how to do it either. He wasn’t given much information on how to have a civilian life, and he didn’t have the resources to establish one either.” 

“. . . he has one now, though?” Kon asks, looking a little uneasy. 

[actiaslunaris]

Recs (Galileo and Doctor Who)

I decided I would try to use Chrome browser to read through some of the Chinese fanfic in the Galileo tag. I have done before, but the language barrier is fierce, so I did it infrequently. I just went through all of the stories written by RiverFragrance recently and decided to put together a little recs list of those I enjoyed regardless of the fact that I'm probably missing some nuance.

命数的变量 [https://archiveofourown.org/works/31164965] Unrated (Utsumi Kaoru/Ishigami Tetsuya)

An AU wherein Utsumi's moving in to the empty apartment next to Ishigami Tetsuya's, instead of Hanaoka Yasuko, changes both their lives.

忠犬男友的秘密生���：迟到 [https://archiveofourown.org/works/31133366] Rated T (Utsumi Kaoru/Yukawa Manabu)

This is super cute and is a few scenes of Yukawa trying to be the best boyfriend he can to Utsumi and Utsumi being the best corrupting influence in return.

节日快乐 [https://archiveofourown.org/works/30080961] Rated G (Utsumi Kaoru/Yukawa Manabu)

Yukawa finds Valentine's Day a nuisance. Utsumi can't compete with that, but hits upon a roundabout solution to showing her feelings, with apple pie.

男神结婚了 [https://archiveofourown.org/works/25436566] Rated T (Utsumi Kaoru/Yukawa Manabu)

A certain idol artist has gotten married and Utsumi's depressed about it. Yukawa tries to understand why and offers comfort in his own way.

I recommend everything else this author has written, though they are longer and more serious than most above.

I've also been reading shippy Doctor Who fanfic recently and encountered two very excellent, very different, stories for the pairing of Tenth Doctor/Donna Noble.

The Noble Neverwere by OneOfThoseThings [https://archiveofourown.org/works/25021912] Rated Mature (Tenth Doctor/Donna Noble)

She’s still cloaked in impossible timelines, stitched together in nothing like order, but the sharp lines are less cutting. Uncomfortable, but not debilitating.

It hurts to look at her, but no more than staring at an overly bright light.

My comments: There's a ghost in the TARDIS. Gorgeously written, tangled, and so rewarding in that it fixes Donna’s fate in a very unique manner.

Sessions by TiniBopper & Waywren Truesong [https://archiveofourown.org/works/29032452] Rated Explicit (Tenth Doctor/Donna Noble, Tenth Doctor/TARDIS, Donna Noble/TARDIS)

The TARDIS’ imitation of her smiled, amused and fond, and brought a hand up to place against their jaw line. “See? Better already.”

They gave in and kissed her fingertips. It was fine as long as they kept things compartmentalized. They had heaps of practice, after all.

My comments: Pay attention to the tags. It's rare that I find smut that is as detailed as this, and even rarer still that it manages to render kinks that I find very interesting to read -- marking, bondage, and dubcon -- in an elegant way that I love. It's an incomplete fic, but the chapter posted is complete as is.

[tini-ballerini]

Chapters: 20/? Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Donna Noble, Donna Noble/John Smith, Donna Noble & Joan Redfern Characters: Joan Redfern, Tenth Doctor | John Smith, Donna Noble, Tim Latimer, Original Cat Character(s) Additional Tags: Episode: s03e08-09 Human Nature/Family of Blood, Episode AU: s03e08-09 Human Nature/Family of Blood, yet another Donna Noble in Human Nature fic, BAMF Donna Noble, The Doctor (Doctor Who) Uses They/Them Pronouns, Angst with a Happy Ending, no shared cover story, they don't start out married, we kin Donna in this house, welcome to our fic where the characterization is good but the episode order doesn't matter, References to Shakespeare, References to Audio 01.03: Death and the Queen, Minor Character Death, Panic Attacks, Canon-typical levels of poor decision-making, Miscommunication is Worst Trope, we wrote it anyway, Slow Burn, well a slower burn than Donna's was in any case, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Flashbacks, Referenced Time War (Doctor Who), Time War Angst (Doctor Who), Mild Blood, (we edit the older chapters for consistency), Cat Puns, John is a He/Him Disaster Lesbian, Dr Nyarlathotep Summary:

One moment they were shopping, the next the Doctor was screaming, and the moment after that they're in 1913 and Donna is more alone than she's been in over a year. And all the Doctor's video said was, 'Improvise.'

Hell with it. Farringham School needs a good secretary.

(A Donna Noble in Human Nature story, but a little bit different.)

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Chapter 20 is up! And this fic earns its first stripes for being Rated M.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Waywren Truesong behind the cut; "interdimensional whoring for Timkon". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Was it as good as you thought it’d be, sweetheart?” he asks gently, giving the back of Kon’s hair the lightest little tug, and Kon clutches at the hanging edges of his other’s self’s cape and tries to kiss him harder past a stuttered moan. His kissing is still all clumsy and messy and out of sync, and Tim isn’t above taking the opportunity to admire him so easily sunk into that state as the rare and pretty sight that he’s always considered it to be. 

“Kon,” his other self mumbles between their mouths; between kisses. “Was it?” 

“Y’re b’tter,” Kon mumbles back, sounding drunk or concussed or maybe just both at once. His other’s self’s grip on his face tightens, just barely, and Kon shudders harder under pressure that couldn’t feel like actual “pressure” to him if he wanted it to. “B’tter. B’tter. Pl’se–pl’se jus’–” 

Tim’s other self kisses him again, long and lasting, and Kon whimpers and whimpers and whimpers into it, and shudders and trembles under it, and then comes right in his suit for it all over again with a desperate choking sound that might’ve been supposed to be a word. 

Or a name, maybe. 

Normally Tim would think it was possible that Kon might’ve been touching himself with his TTK to get himself off just then, just like he’d momentarily wondered if he’d been doing before. His own Kon doesn’t have any shame or hesitation about doing that kind of thing–though admittedly this apparently is, again, the sexually-repressed alternate reality–and also has super-sensitivity on top of that. At least when he’s paying enough attention to his sense of touch to focus it the same way he can focus his other senses, anyway. Kon probably has a more sensitive sense of touch than any other Kryptonian, in fact, given the nature of tactile telekinesis and also the amount of touch-deprivation his body went through in development. 

But in this case, even if it’d been his own Kon who’d been down on his knees getting the kiss he’d earned by gettting come all over his S-shield while drooling all over a mouthful of cock, Tim already knows the other wouldn’t have needed to touch himself at all. 

“Well, that’s nice to hear,” he sighs appreciatively, twining a few of Kon’s curls around his fingers. His other self leans back from the kiss, and Kon makes the exact same disappointed whine he’d made when Tim had taken his cock out of his mouth. 

Goddamn adorable. 

“Hell,” Tim’s other self says roughly, letting out a sharp exhalation without taking his hands away from Kon’s face; half-reflexively wiping away the spit around his mouth and chin with the heels of his gloves. Tim pets Kon’s hair again. Kon’s face is still upturned in his other self’s hands as his other self cleans it up, and there’s a look on it that his own Kon definitely, definitely takes longer to give up. 

Well, his own Kon’s much more experienced with this situation, so no surprise, Tim figures. 

“Told you he’s the sweetest to kiss after he’s had his mouth fucked,” he hums, and his other self shoots him a dirty look. Tim smiles back at him blithely. “You’re welcome, on that note.” 

“Drop-kick you through that fucking portal,” his other self mutters sourly. Kon’s still just staring up at him with a dazed, dreamy look on his face. Tim pets his hair a little softer at the sight of it. 

“Good boy,” he murmurs quietly to him. Putting Kon down that far that fast definitely means it’s time to take a break and do a full check-in. “Come on, Kon needs some attention. That doesn’t involve our dick, I mean.” 

“What?” His other self blinks at him, confusion flashing across his face. The sexually-repressed reality needs to work on its kink education, clearly. 

Well, not like that’s really a surprise. 

“We just dropped him through the floor with basically no lead-up and then made him come in his suit multiple times before coming on his shield,” Tim says. “He definitely needs some attention that doesn’t involve our dicks.” 

“I–what do you mean ‘dropped’?” his other self says with a frown, glancing down at Kon in concern. Kon leans right into his hands again, still wearing the same dreamy daze of an expression. “. . . Kon?” 

“Uh-huh,” Kon breathes, sounding even more dreamy and dazed than he looks, and then just tips straight forward and buries his face against the other’s hip, wrapping his arms around his thighs as he just nuzzles into and melts against him. Tim gives his scalp a light scritch or two and earns a low, carrying purr for it. His other self . . . blinks, and then glances up at Tim, his eyes narrowing warily behind his mask. 

“What did you do?” he asks, voice flat and expression edged with suspicion. 

“If you seriously think I managed to drug a half-Kryptonian with my dick, I’m flattered,” Tim replies wryly. His other self glowers at him. “Relax. It’s normal. I did mention your best friend having some submissive tendencies in the bedroom, didn’t I?” 

“You said ‘tendencies’,” his other self says, his eyes narrowing a little more. 

“Yeah, I more meant ‘desperate burning need to feel like he’s good enough for once in his life, especially if it makes someone proud of him’,” Tim says, stroking Kon’s hair a little more gently. “But to be honest, I kind of assumed that was obvious enough that I wouldn’t need to spell it out to you?” 

“He doesn’t need to prove he’s good enough to me,” his other self retorts accusingly, gripping the back of Kon’s neck as he glowers at Tim. Kon goes even meltier against him and lets out a breathy little sigh of a sound that makes the other’s face flush. Tim understands the reaction, for obvious reasons. Like, both the accusation and the flush, he means. 

“We know that, and he knows that,” he agrees, wondering if he’s got a basic kink primer anywhere in his files that he can leave with his other self, since he doesn’t really want to recommend any titles that might’ve been written differently in this reality. Or possibly, like, any titles that were written in this reality at all, given his suspicions about the whole sexual repression thing. It just seems like it might be a good idea, is all. “Doesn’t mean that half-Kryptonian cock doesn’t go full manhood-of-steel for hearing ‘good boy’.” 

“You are such an asshole,” his other self seethes.

[suzukiblu]

Thank-you sentences for Waywren Truesong; “YJ packs up and gets pupped”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

He sits up; sorts through his nesting stuff maybe a little too intently–maybe that’s an “inner omega” thing or a presentation heat thing, or maybe it’s just . . . just because he gets to have nesting stuff. Gets to, like . . . 

He’s allowed to have it, he means. Like . . . nobody can tell him he can’t. Nobody can tell him he just–that’s he’s just not–not that. 

He sniffles a couple times, rubbing the heel of his hand up across his eyes, and then sort of just–hugs Secret’s blanket, and then spreads it out in his best attempt at a nest base. Tucks the edges in between the seat cushions like the way the girl in the video did in her nesting pit, and smooths it all out as neat and careful as he can. That part’s pretty easy, really. Or, like–pretty straightforward, anyway. And the girl in the video demonstrated how to use, like . . . “packmate’s bequeathments”, she’d called them in the video. Which isn’t really what he’s got, because . . . because nobody gave him anything, and he doesn’t . . . he doesn’t have packmates, anyway. Obviously. 

He definitely doesn’t. 

But–he doesn’t think the team’d mind that he took any of it, so . . . so it’s fine, he thinks.

[suzukiblu]

Thank-you sentences for Waywren Truesong; weird amnesia Timberkon. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Tim should stop being a fancy gadget snob and remember to utilize every resource available to him,” Bernard retorts matter-of-factly, trying not to have an existential crisis about that and just scrolling through a few more blurry candid photos of the apparent Super . . . kid, or whatever, he doesn’t know. No, wait, Superboy was “the Kid” for years, he needs to come up with something else. “Superchild”? “Superpreteen”? 

“Superfuckingweird”, maybe. 

If nothing else, camera phones are way too good for only photos this crappy to have ended up on the internet, so that’s very weird and suspicious and unlikely as fuck. 

Note to self, Bernard thinks, and tries a few more Superboy-related searches that end in absolutely zero Superboy-related results coming up. Which is also weird and suspicious and unlikely as fuck, frankly, but in a more expected way since, again, the “unrealitied” issue. 

Thought there might be some relevant overlap there, considering. 

“Seriously, should I know this kid?” he asks. “Like, do you know him or–” 

“I think he’s Superman’s kid,” Superboy says, his voice very, very quiet. 

Bernard stops talking. He does not actually know one single thing about what Superboy’s personal relationship with Superman was like, between the evil cyborg and Hawaii and Young Justice and the Teen Titans and literally dying, but from the way the guy just said that . . . 

Well, he maybe has a hypothesis or two, is all. Or at least a hypothesis or two about how Superboy saw said relationship, or maybe just how Superboy maybe might’ve figured said relationship was as close to certain kinds of relationships as he was ever gonna get, or . . . 

And now Superman doesn’t even know him.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Waywren Truesong; "Cassie has a sexuality crisis, Kon has a gender one, and Circe makes everything worse". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Cassie’d thought she’d been wrong the way she was, and that she’d had to be something different. Had to at least pass for something different. Had to make people think she wasn’t . . . wasn’t what she is. What she’s always been, and what she’s spent way too much of her life trying not to be. 

She doesn’t even know why she was trying to do that, except she knows exactly why she was trying to do that. 

And now her hair’s too long and she owns too much makeup she never even wanted to use to begin with and hates her too-feminine costume and half the clothes in her closet and she doesn’t know what she actually wants to look like. Doesn’t know what she ever wanted to look like, at this point. She spent so long just–she spent so long trying to be something she’s not that she just doesn’t know . . . way too many things about herself, at this point. 

She wishes she could ask Kon what he thinks about how she’s been dressing, how he thinks she’d look if she went back to the short hair, but that’d be such a selfish, shitty thing to ask him. And besides–beside, he’s a guy, and she wants girls to like the way she looks. She wants girls to look at her and see someone they want, or someone they at least want to know more about. 

And more than that, she wants to like the way she looks herself, which is some other thing entirely.

[tini-ballerini]

Chapters: 1/9 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Donna Noble, Tenth Doctor/The Doctor's TARDIS, Donna Noble/The Doctor's TARDIS Characters: Tenth Doctor, Donna Noble, The Doctor's TARDIS Additional Tags: Porn With Plot, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, dom/sub dynamics, Hypnosis, post-hypnotic suggestion, Mind Manipulation, Consensual Consent Weirdness, Consensual Gaslighting, Sensory Manipulation, idiots to lovers, Mutual Pining, Dubious Consent, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, The Doctor (Doctor Who) Uses They/Them Pronouns, The Doctor is a Verse, Donna is a Sub, The TARDIS is a Domme, insufficient kink negotiation, Marathon Sex, Orgasm Denial, Oral Sex, Blindfolds, Bondage, Rope Bondage, Shibari, Subspace, Aftercare, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Love Bites Summary:

The TARDIS likes to take care of her Thief and her favorites. When you're a sapient, psychic time-ship operating in eleven dimensions with complete control of her internal environment, 'taking care' reaches new definitions.

After all, if you let her deep enough into your mind, she can even tell your senses what you're seeing and feeling right in front of you.

This can also be useful for matchmaking... if you can be convinced to look the other way.

 [Not related to the co-authors' other fic(s) in the slightest.]

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Anyone wanna read extremely self indulgent porn? Mind the tags, lovelies.

[ao3feed-tenxdonna]

the lilies of the field

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/0mGgSk2

by TiniBopper, Waywren Truesong (waywren)

Donna wants to frolic.

The Doctor wants to do anything that makes Donna happy.

The TARDIS is an enabler.

Things only get very slightly out of hand.

(Not related to any of our other fics.)

Words: 5813, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Donna Noble, The Doctor's TARDIS

Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Donna Noble, Tenth Doctor/The Doctor's TARDIS, Donna Noble/The Doctor's TARDIS

Additional Tags: Sex Pollen, Mildly Dubious Consent, Almost Kiss, Almost Confessions, Almost a lot of things

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/0mGgSk2

[tini-ballerini]

Chapters: 21/? Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Donna Noble, Donna Noble/John Smith, Donna Noble & Joan Redfern Characters: Joan Redfern, Tenth Doctor | John Smith, Donna Noble, Tim Latimer, Original Cat Character(s) Additional Tags: Episode: s03e08-09 Human Nature/Family of Blood, Episode AU: s03e08-09 Human Nature/Family of Blood, yet another Donna Noble in Human Nature fic, BAMF Donna Noble, The Doctor (Doctor Who) Uses They/Them Pronouns, Angst with a Happy Ending, no shared cover story, they don't start out married, we kin Donna in this house, welcome to our fic where the characterization is good but the episode order doesn't matter, References to Shakespeare, References to Audio 01.03: Death and the Queen, Minor Character Death, Panic Attacks, Canon-typical levels of poor decision-making, Miscommunication is Worst Trope, we wrote it anyway, Slow Burn, well a slower burn than Donna's was in any case, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Flashbacks, Referenced Time War (Doctor Who), Time War Angst (Doctor Who), Mild Blood, (we edit the older chapters for consistency), Cat Puns, John is a He/Him Disaster Lesbian, Dr Nyarlathotep Summary:

One moment they were shopping, the next the Doctor was screaming, and the moment after that they're in 1913 and Donna is more alone than she's been in over a year. And all the Doctor's video said was, 'Improvise.'

Hell with it. Farringham School needs a good secretary.

(A Donna Noble in Human Nature story, but a little bit different.)