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fanfic-recs-01 · 11 months

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MHA Fics

This is a list of MHA fics I like on AO3, if you have any recs for me feel free to send me some!

Most of these are focused around Deku, so I tried to categorize as best I could. Also some have ships and some don’t.

I have a separate post for tododeku here.

I have a separate post for bakudeku here.

Updated 5/15/24

Vigilante Deku

the Quirkless Vigilante: Seishin by Tired_And_G4y

~When Izuku Midoriya becomes the vigilante Seishin and ends uo running into a injured Erasure Head what will he do? And what will he do when he keeps running into the hero in and out of uniform? Will the hero help or arrest him?~

Green Lightning ReachingForStars152

~After the emergence of quirks, the official definition of 'vigilante' changed to match it.

"Vigilante: Someone who illegally uses their quirk to fight villains without a hero license."

...So, then, wouldn’t it technically not be illegal if you didn’t have a quirk?~

Vigil, Ante, and their Vigilante Antics by BelleAmant

~What happens when you knock Izuku to the ground and take away all of his hopes and dreams? The boy will get back up, clawing his way to the top if it's the last thing he does.

Featuring Vigilante Izuku, his partner-in-heroism Hitoshi, and some Parental Aizawa as a bonus!~

A deadman's gun by NohaIjiachi

~“I—“ Izuku hesitated, gaping wordlessly, before admitting softly. “I don’t know. I just don’t want to go home. There’s nothing for me, there.”

“So you filled this hole by playing detective— And how long is that going to last, I wonder?” Stain replied, still massaging his chin. “But you— You have potential.”

Izuku blinked at Stain’s chest, before looking up. “Excuse me?”~

Pied Piper by Blackholeca

~If they wouldn’t give him a chance then the solution seemed simple, he’d give himself one. He’d force the world to see him, force them to recognize his hard work. He wasn’t missing a quirk, it was simply that everyone else had been given an advantage. He wasn’t broken, or useless, or incapable, and he’d prove it by outrunning all of them, he who was quirkless, he who had started in last.~

Desperate Measures by GlowingArrowsInTheSky

~AU in which Izuku stays quirkless and finds his own way of becoming a hero~

Oracle: Weak by orphan_account

~Izuku Midoriya couldn't become a hero. Everyone in his life told him he couldn't. But they never said anything about becoming a vigilante, and after one life changing event, he might just take up that offer. All he needs is someone in his corner. If he can't become a hero, then he sure as hell can become a vigilante!~

Tightrope by EloFromMars

~Sometimes, your life can be changed forever because you don't have any soy sauce left.

Or where Izuku never meets All Might, never attends to UA but being a stubborn problem child, he ends up doing hero stuff...more or less...~

The thin gray line by A_ToastToTheOutcasts

~The beauty of the era of quirks wasn't the amazing abilities; it was that nobody sane would even entertain the thought that Kuroko, the most wanted vigilante in all of Japan, was Quirkless.~

Support Strategist Deku

That Strategist in Support by AnitaArainai

~When Izuku jumps, a hero-to-be is there to save him. Focusing on his analytical skills, Izuku joins the support course and sets out to prove he doesn't need a quirk to make a difference.~

Oil, Rust, And Burns by cinnabananamon

~Midoriya Izuku, 14 years old, never want anything in life beside being a Hero. But life seems to like to punch him in the face because, in the era where quirks define the worth of a person in a society, life choose Izuku to be quirkless. His dream as a Hero was turned to ash after All Might, his childhood hero and the one he look up to the most, give him a slap to reality.

After losing his only goal in life, Izuku met Mei Hatsume in the midst of explosion and fire. 'Support course in UA??'~

Blank Canvas by jokeraddicto

~All his life, nobody truly believed in Midoriya Izuku's dream of being a Hero. Not his mother, his childhood friend, his classmates or teachers...not even the Number One Hero believes in him. What is a Quirkless boy to do?

Show the world it's wrong, that's what. Finally, after years of no one believing him, there was one man who did. After All Might left Izuku on a roof with the answer of 'no', one man who was not a Hero finally told the boy, "I believe you can become a Hero." Izuku wants to prove the man right.~

Cheat Code: Support Strategist by Clouds(myheadinthecloudsnotcomingdown)

~After All Might gives Izuku a much needed reality check, he has to find a new dream. When he learns that the support course at UA offers an emphasis in Intelligence and Analytics, it sounds like the perfect new passion for him to throw himself into.~

Villain Deku

One May Smile, and Smile, and Be A Villain by AvaRose

~(Canon divergence where Midoriya Izuku never meets All Might, never inherits One For All, never attends Yuuei.)~

One Wrong Turn (and everything fell apart) by Ashtonthefabulous

~Left on a rooftop as his idol walks away, Izuku is left lost and hopeless. But, then, a strange man presents an offer that Izuku can't refuse.

Almost a year later and Bakugou is angsty, All Might is still without a successor, and the new class 1-A at U.A. is being plagued by the appearance of a strange villain amongst the crowd.

With one last shot at redemption, Izuku struggles with his morality, memory, and loyalties as he's forced to question everything he thought he knew.~

Twisted Crown of Villains by RandomFanfictions

~Izuku Midoriya is the only one who knows how to take down the League of villains, but in doing so, he has to become one of them. Or at least pretend to be one.

He can only hope to complete his mission without anyone finding out his true intentions until it is complete so he can regain his reputation as a hero or face the fate of dying while being thought of as a villain.~

Even Heros Need Saving by Diana_Zephyr

~In a world where All Might never found the sludge villain before it got Midoriya. It took over his body to hide, bringing him back to the League of Villains without thinking.

Midoriya knew too much for the League to let him go. They found his mother and held her life over his head. Either he complied or they killed his mother and then him.~

Little Izuku and the League of Villains by ATiredAndDeadWriter

~In a world where Midoriya Izuku does only one thing differently at the mall, he ends up being hit with a Quirk that leaves him in his seven year old body with no memories.What happens when Shigaraki Tomura finds that Midoriya Izuku at the mall?~

Misc.

How To Get Adopted Without Letting Your Dad Know He's Adopting You, A Guide By Class 1-A by lesbianclerics

~Mina waits until Aizawa’s well out of earshot before muttering a teasing, “Okay dad” under her breath. Kirishima’s eyes go wide. Midoriya chokes on air and the soap he’s spraying goes wide, hitting the wall as well as the stove. Kaminari freezes halfway through tiptoeing across the kitchen. They all stare at her, frightened for a moment that Aizawa heard her somehow. Then, when nothing happens after a moment, Kaminari cackles, loudly, and doubles over laughing.~

Toward A Bright Future by LazyRainDancer

~You wake up at UA, the highest ranked hero school in the country, with no recollection of how you got there. Unfortunately, those aren't the only memories you're missing. Still, you can't let a little amnesia get in the way of you warning the school about the attack you know will happen during Class 1-A's field trip to the USJ. ~

Not Broken, but a Little Bent by FriendlessAnimeLover

~Kaminari Denki ends up leaving the hero course after a certain incident takes place and enrolls in general studies where an unlikely ally reaches out to him, slowly helping ease his pain. But even as Denki tries to heal and starts finding a new path with Hitoshi Shinsou, he can't help but think of those he left behind.~

Guildy Pleasures by Mysecretfanmoments

~As the only son of a powerful politician, Todoroki Shouto's life is just one big boring cutscene—except when he logs on to Land of Heroes, where he plays as ShoutO, slaying foes and keeping his fellow guildmates alive. It's enough fun that it almost distracts him from the fact that he's falling for two of those guildmates. Almost. But he's got to stay in stealth mode, because Bakugou and Midoriya are mega-popular streamer duo ZeroDeku… and they're already dating each other.~

don't you just want to go apeshit? by kkachis, MargaritaDaemonelix

~Midoriya jokingly says, "Aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you just want to go apeshit?" Everyone's too focused on Iida telling him off for swearing to notice Shouto in his corner of the lunch table, mulling over his words.

He is tired of being nice. He does want to go apeshit.~

You're My Foe. Rival. Idol. Enemy. Nemesis. Dork. by bernard_greybridge

~5 times Midoriya's friends see him distressed and Bakugou intervenes, and 1 time Bakugou's friends go to Midoriya when he gets distressed.~

Not All Who Wander Are Lost by Chuthulhu (Mangaluva), Mangaluva

~Touya should have run away on his own and left them behind. But he didn't. (AU in which all four Todoroki siblings ran away together.)~

(our fables) tell our truths by youareoldfatherwilliam

~In one universe, Todoroki Touya runs away from home and becomes the villain known as Dabi.

In this one, he takes his little brother Shouto with him.

This is their story.~

Chapstick, Chapped Lips And Things Like Chemistry by Dreamweaving

~Shoto Todoroki is determined to have friend time with both Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugou at the same time. An operation he has deemed "Operation Threesomes". Unfortunately he may have misjudged what a threesome is.~

no rest for the wicked by crossroadswrite

Midoriya has absolutely no filter when he's sleep deprived. That's it. That's the fic.

Izuku's Project by redanick

~“Midoriya? It’s half past four in the morning, what the hell do you want?”

“Oh, is it really? I hadn’t noticed. Anyway, if I told you I had a way to majorly fuck up your dad in the public eye, would you be okay with it?”

He paused in shock that Izuku had sworn. “...Yeah, sure, whatever. Go nuts.” Todoroki hung up.~

A Sucker for Pun-ishment by Gotcocomilk

~Shoto gets hit with a quirk that forces him to tell jokes. They are all bad, but the pick-up lines are worse.~

Clothes Make The Man by PotterheadAvengerDemigod

~The one where Baku models for his parents' fashion company and his classmates find out.~

Katsuki Bakugou has No Goddamn Chill (But It's For The Best That He Doesn't) by Sif (Rosae)

~Izuku and Bakugou had a long and complicated history, but most of the school was pretty sure that they understood where the two currently stood as rivals. Then Izuku's dad showed up on campus and everyone's preconceptions were mercilessly thrown out the window. In which Bakugou tries to murder a man, has a soft side and convinces his entire class the twilight zone is real.~

Bakugou and Todoroki's Foolproof 5-Step Plan to Fuck with Mineta Minoru by Anubis_2701

~It was a simple enough idea; screw around with the resident bastard of Class 1-A to let him know that his medieval ways and perverted behaviour weren't going to be tolerated by even the most career-focused of UA's students.~

If We’re Being Honest by thequeenofwhump

~Class 1-A is hit by a very powerful truth quirk, and lots of things come out. Some things are quite harmless - quite the opposite, really - others are quite funny, and some open wounds that never really healed.~

Halfway to the Moon (But the Sun is So Bright) by Catisred

~Izuku doesn't know how to handle being depressed, his middle school bullies, the rigorous training All Might has him on, and the burden his mother is under trying to provide for a kid all by herself.

So he doesn't. Not well, at least.~

Tomorrow by MabtheWinterQueen

~In a universe where All Might does not tell Midoriya Izuku that he can become a hero, he becomes one anyways, because if there's two things Izuku does have, they are spite and a plan.~

Engraved in your Mind by Hejter

~Kacchan is still a stubborn prick while suffering from face blindness. Also, quirk discrimination is a thing.~

The kids are gonna be alright by tsumoo

~Yagi chuckles in that signature All Might fashion, a blush glowing bright along his cheekbones. “Thank you. But that is beside the point,” he says. The laughter mellows into a contemplative hum and you fidget while he watches you closely, warmly, “…It’s just, Aizawa seems a bit more alive when you’re around”.~

pater proelium by unexpectedchair

~“Sadly, we won't be able to get justice right away,” Present Mic admitted, a melancholy note in his tone.Inko glanced down at her wedding ring, eyes widening. She then chose that moment to open the door, and proceeded to step into the room.“You might not be able to, but I might,” Inko's determined stare fixed on everyone in the room. “But you need to do exactly as I say. Excuse me while I make a call.”~

Tango for Two, Electric Boogaloo by Maxine

~Five times Bakugou and Kaminari were absolutely not dating, and one time they maybe actually were? Possibly? Somehow?? Don't ask, because Bakugou sure has no idea how the hell it happened.~

Love Sick by Jacksonofabitch

~Following an accident in training, Kaminari has little choice but to confront his own feelings for Bakugou Katsuki. Especially when he accidentally confesses.~

Just Say When by Bounemr

~Denki is shocked to find himself tutored by Todoroki. Will he finally rise from last place, academically, in class? Will love shenanigans happen? Probably. They're not mutually exclusive.~

The Right To Be by Strawhat_Pirate

~Shoto wants to marry a boy. Unfortunately, that isn't legal in Japan... at least, it's not yet. Enji has his work cut out for him.(Or: Enji Todoroki is determined to be a better father. And that means supporting his kids in any way he can. Put on your rainbow shades: this ignorant straight man is about to get his pride on, and he's about to make it everyone's problem.)~

i have been in love with love (and the idea of something binding us together) by Drhair76

~Midoriya develops a latent quirk that pulls people he has an mutual affection for towards him with just a thought. Class 1A thinks it's cute. Midoriya does not.~

Wisdom Teeth by Markovia

~Kirishima takes care of a very spaced-out Bakugou after he has his wisdom teeth pulled.~

I did it all for a Switch (both the device and the boy) by hardknockliv

~Denki should know better by now, he really should. But when Mineta makes a 400 dollar bet that Denki can't get a boyfriend AND keep him for a month, he just can't help himself. He really wants to buy a Switch after all. So now Denki needs to find himself a boyfriend, and a certain purple haired classmate may be able to help.~

Letters to the Headitor by Ischemia

~Hitoshi's heart sped up as he imagined how they'd respond to his earlier rude complaint. To be fair, he wasn't prepared to inform them, "I have the emotional maturity of a sponge, and your dreadful blonde sex clown made me feel things I haven't felt in years," so an insult was the next best thing.~

Sports Festival: Lost and Found by RogueVector

~14 year old Izuku gets lost at the UA Sports Festival!Luckily, Pro Heroine Midnight knows where he can wait until his parents can come collect him; the announcer's booth with her best pals Eraserhead and Present Mic.~

In Which Midoriya Confuses A Lot of People, Starts A Manhunt, and Becomes A Hero by legal_kidnapping

~Midoriya needs a new outlet for his hero research and accidentally creates a viral YouTube channel.~

#fic recs #my hero academia #vigilante deku #villain deku #support class deku #tododeku #izuku midoriya

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shieldagentnatasharomanoff · 7 months

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So it's my birthday and that means it's also the two year anniversary of me coming onto Tumblr :D it's been a blast and as this is what I did yesterday I want to shout out some of the wonderful people I met and friends I made on the way.

@supremestrangeness whose a brilliant writer and always seems to know how to carry a story endlessly yes...anding my silly whims and ideas. Nat loves the eldritch mess (in all his forms) and I am incredibly glad and ever greatful for your friendship!!

@cherryfinolahobbes anyone who says OC's shouldn't be part of fandoms should go and check out this blog right here. I don't think I've ever seen a muse woven through a fandom with so much care. The mun is just as wonderful, ever patient and happy to listen to my antics while go tackling house hold tasks. I wish we would chat more. I need to make more time for that!! (Also she's got brilliant recepies and food tips, honestly how can you not love that?)

@strxngemxgick I know this muse and mum haven't been around for a while. But they are such an infinitely wonderful and talented person. They've sparked my joy for artistic language and long form posts when there's a partner that matches the enthusiasm and length. I got to explore a softer side and more tragic stories with Nat in all our writing ant it is truly delightful. I hope they will one day decide to come back but even outside of Tumblr the mun is always considerate and so supportive. I'm always happy when they have a minute to chat.

@prplhawk As a fellow country person I am so happy you go along with all the silly AU ideas with a snap of the finger. The mun is amazing and such a flexible writer they catch their muse from silly moments to full fledged angst blood and gore. I miss you!!!! Let's write more crazy AU things!!!

@resignedworkaholics I've literally known nothing about James Bond when I met this lovely Q. And somehow a whole new spy world AU was born. I love the adorable sillyness of these two so much and I'm truly happy we get to write these stories. I know you've got tons going on. But I hope you're well and know you can reach out at anytime.

@ssolessurvivor If you ever need a friend. Logan is the one to call. Again. An amazing OC built and laced into so many worlds with a flexibility that still makes my head spin. I'm having so much fun with this wonderful little flirty friendship thing we have created and I can't wait for you to come back. I hope your wedding goes amazingly and you have the best honeymoon!!!

@seesbetterfromadistance My very first writing partner on this platform. Then he forgot about me XD but that's fine. Part of a very big platform and coming back after a while. I adore your Clint and the way you capture him so effortlessly! The mun is also amazingly talented in his craft and I love it when you share all your fotographs in an excited spam even though I can't always answer simultaneously. I hope that whatever is happening you keep that joy alive :) I don't think I've ever met a person this excited about a cactus in bloom and I am so glad you took me along for the ride (because I was very excited about that cactus then too!!!) I wish you well and hope you return for more writing shenanigans sometime :)

@smertzimy I miss our found fur family. Especially with these two tragic characters. They deserve all the love (and pets) they can get. Watching Eurovision this year has been a blast with the great commentary provided XD and I hope that it will be just as great next year. The mun always finds the greatest memes and pictures and the icons are on point!! I hope you have the grandest time and we find more of it to write again.

@esotericdescent / @thiefofcrows Is absolutely amazing! Please go check out his multimuse if you are even remotely interested in the eldritch and supernatural. But on top of that he is my Main Kaz Brekker (yes I write Inej Ghada on a different blog but this is my blog and my birthday and I get to shout about how much I love whomever I want for as much as I want here.) He is incredibly talented and I adore plotting with him. I am a massive Crows / Literature fan / overall nerd and this mun gets to suffer through it all and meets it with the greatest enthusiasm. I love the stories we built and the complexity I get to write without ever having to think twice if 'its alright to write this' because fuck yes it is!!! Thank you for your friendship and support of all the fun ideas and picture spams you get :)

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Regardless of this up there. Thank you if you've stuck around, written, discussed, interacted and lived with me through another crazy year. The world isn't any easier but I know there are safe spaces and people to escape too. Be kind to each other and have a great day. I'm certainly planning on enjoying today to it's fullest (as I try with other days even if it isn't always easy)

#ooc: the widow without her bites #long post #gushing about my frienda #birthday post #i love you all!

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holding-monsters-hands · 1 year

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let’s say the good guys we’re the villains n the roles were reversed, so dennis n rocky both are actually the villains and used slappy as their slave. how would that play out. like describe it, how would they act like? are they more badass villains, or complete psychopaths that lose control? and how would slappy eventually kill them? i love swap au stuff w them thinking of them as villains does something to my knees.

“does something to my knees” LMFAO that’s gonna be my new favorite thing to say, your mind is brilliant and Id love to go further into this

Dennis + Rocky as the villains

Rocky gives me this sort of mafia boss vibe, while dennis? would probably be the most unstable out of the two.

Rocky can be cruel, yet fair at times- He’ll give you a fighting chance, though you’ll still most likely end up losing to him.

But dennis turns it into a game of cat & mouse, you won’t know where he is in the house, all you can hear is the scratching and movement from the walls- only to end up exactly where he is ants you.

they’re arguably more twisted than OG slappy.

Slappy in this universe would be harmless as can be, he would still remain charming and a prankster- but unlike his og self, he is wouldn’t mean any harm by his antics.

And boy he is NOT happy with being enslaved by dennis and rocky, especially for the sake of the family he is with- so he tries to use his naturally cunning personality to get out of this.

Imagine home alone but worse and it’s a lot of physical fights between dummies.

I think slappy would have no other choice BUT to kill the two, either through tossing them at a lit fireplace, a wood chipper or even just throwing them off the roof and onto the pavement.

#goosebumps #rocky the dummy #dennis the dummy #slappy the dummy

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shadowbugtidbits · 4 months

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In this IZ AU, there is a social media group where people pretend to be Shadowbugs. It's like that one FB group in which everyone pretends to be an ant in a colony.

However, due to the anonymity of the group, there's a good chance that a good handful of the users in this silly group are actual Shadowbugs that are going along with the humans' antics. They'd probably be smart enough to set up an account and roleplay. XD

#invader zim #fan creations #fan concept #shadowbugs #silly concept #silly creatures #wholesome

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blorbologist · 2 years

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41 AGAIN and a tad archaeological again but. Near Stonehenge is Silbury Hill, a historical mound originall probably chalk-faced. Some awful victorian thought it was a barrow full of treasure and dug a tunnel into it's centre and found... nothung. But this damaged it and a few years ago they did a rescue dig to fix it and get soil samples. From this they discovered that it was a series of mounds, built bigger on each other ... and there were ants trapped between two layers.

Ants have pretty specific life cycles, especially male ants which these were - these were winged young males, which meant they knew the specific season the second mound layer began construction - iirc spring.

Anyway if I may ask pretty please for perc'ahlia?

There are ants in the castle and Percival is just about to start shooting holes in the walls to get them out.

Well. That would be counterproductive - the reason the ants are a problem at all is because they’re eating the wood. And the walls are stone, anyways, so he would just make a mess of things and ruin everyone’s day - insects and his own.

Carpenter ants. Fat, black and with massive mandibles for their size, the faintest of hairs on their shiny abdomens. He knows, having caught a few and peered at them through a few lenses of his glasses. Must have made him look so very alien.

As the name implies, they burrow through wood. Which means finding one, two in the kitchens, making off with crumbs, was a bad sign. And finding neat lines of them down corridors, vanishing here and there, was worse.

These little - little invaders are running amok in his castle and he will not stand for it.

“They’re just ants, dear,” Vex had teased, late one evening.

Percy couldn’t begrudge her the joking - she returned from her hunt to find him crouched and scowling at a little hole he had found, certain he had seen the distinct sawdust they discarded. Just investigating if this was an active tunnel - which meant folding himself under furniture on the ground, a candle near to hand to light the issue.

“Carpenter ants.” His teeth are grit not at her - gods no - but at the odd angle as he peers under the dresser. Raises his voice to carry out of this ordeal of his own making: “They’ll eat through the wood, dear.”

“Castle Whitestone is… stone, right?” He can hear her head cocking.

Can’t sigh or it might disturb them. Come on out, now, just so he can know.

“The walls, yes - but much of the floor and some walls have wood paneling. Not to mention the furniture, and simply how unsanitary it is to have them in the kitchen.”

The shift of clothing as Vex rids herself of her armor, comes to settle near him. “We could toss out anything afflicted, darling - it’s the best way to deal with an infestation. Surely local carpenters would appreciate the commission of new pieces.”

Now he really grits his teeth. “I can’t throw it all out,” Percy confesses. Quietly, to not disturb the ants. Quietly, to not disturb the memories. “It’s - they’re old, Vex. Older than I. These pieces survived them, too. Survived our antics, and father’s terrible choice in decor.”

“Oh.”

There’s a tug on the back of his shirt. “Darling? Come on out of there - I can’t drag you.”

Percy obliges. It takes some wiggling, and perhaps a little writhing - the ants have it so easy - to back out of the space he’s crammed himself into. Find himself crammed into Vex’ahlia’s arms instead - kneeling next to him, pulling him into a hug.

“I’ll fight for them,” she murmurs into his hair. She smells like living wood and living mosses and living waters. “I’m sure we can figure out something to get rid of these pests without damaging the furniture.”

“Thank you.”

Vex hums - he can feel her smile as he relaxes into her hold. “As Grand Mistress of the Grey Hunt,” she says, “it’s my job to protect Whitestone from dangerous animals and the like. Ants count, if they’re threatening family antiques.”

(Send me a prompt and I’ll write a ficlet, a HC or an AU idea + share the science fact that inspired the prompt!)

#prompt #fic prompt #birthday prompt game #percahlia #perc'ahlia #percival de rolo #vex'ahlia #cr vex #tw: bugs

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sambadecomboscribbles · 2 years

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Captain college au Oneshot

((Ft, Melvin and Harold.))

Mentions of alcohol, Terrible decisions, mentions of puking/nausea.

There was a calm, hazy atmosphere in the small city known as Piqua, Ohio. The air smelled of dew and various city smells one only experiences in the dawn of morning. It had rained the night before, leaving the roads slick with water. Cars drove by, kicking up puddles of murky, dirty rainwater and drive into various fast food places to get breakfast. Like ants, they scrambled to get first in line in the queue.

One such car, a white hybrid, pulls into the queue, the pavement cracking underneath the tires, almost sounding like fire and parked just a few feet away from the speaker. The occupants laid in wait, the heating turned on to keep them warm in such a chilly, Wednesday morning. For a while it is quiet, the morning air smothering the car in a gentle hold.

Calm.

…

“You know I heard their pancakes suck.” A low, raspy voice spoke, still slurred and drowsy from the alcohol mischief the night before with merry times of grilled cheese and burnt fingers. “Do you think I could get pancakes but like… with extra syrup? I want to drink it like a shot.” He snickered, leaning forwards and gazed into the others field of vision. This man, Was Harold Hutchins. Local illustrator and certified dumbass of the highest degree.

Known for his pranks against the college, Hutchins is anything but predictable. Asking for a syrup shot is the LEAST of one’s worries when it comes to the blonde sitting next to the resident genius.

“Scoff!”

“I would say given your only recent awakening from that idiotic stunt you pulled yesterday, No. but I’m not sure I can stop you so I suppose go for it.” Melvin, the cars second occupant and local Dumbass wrangler with his own track record for pulling a slight goof or two, replied, leaning back on the car with a look one can describe as pure pain and agony. “Just don’t come crying to me when you get heart problems at 40, Hutchins.” He closed his eyes, a knowing smirk on his pale face only slightly concealing his worry.

Yeah, he knows Harold’s shenanigans by now. If he was still a small, socially awkward and closed off boy, he’d no doubt be concerned and disgusted by Harold’s creations against the world and his stomach which he’s very certain is made of pure iron at this point. The man has the tolerance for road kill at this point.

Sometimes it still icks him out.

Sometimes.

But given the last 14 years with said blonde and flat top in a row? Melvin has since adapted to their odd food choices and choices in general. He knows and trusts Harold not to legitimately kill himself with stupid decisions.

“Oh please, I have Billy to cry to, its fine don’t worry!” Harold beamed, oblivious to the others concern.

Billy, oh man Billy. That man was like a decorated war veteran, dealing with his recently appointed boyfriend’s antics and his friends antics. Right now though, he was in Japan on a family trip, visiting his folks for a week or so.

Harold leaned back in his seat, hands curled into his hoodie pocket, fingers running over various fast food wrappers and a leather wallet. The wallet containing various photos of Billy and himself, a few dollars and one credit card, very much used constantly. He held the wallet with a tentative hold, careful to not crush the delicate cargo inside the worn leather.

He didn’t expect to get reeled in so soon by someone but he’s glad it was Billy. “Heh, Bills would’ve had a fit if he heard me say that. You know? He loves pancakes! Especially syrup!” Harold replied, a grin on his face and a happy tone in his voice, full of mirth. Usually how he looks talking about his boyfriend.

Melvin scoffed, looking ahead at the queue, a agitated expression on his face. “Hah! So that’s why you own so many bottles of syrup! I have been wondering that for WEEKS!” The other groaned, exasperated. He had seen the others rather… interesting grocery choices for their dorm. Though both had agreed to not nark on the other for their food choices given each’s odd diet.

Soy protein and potato chips. Sugar free and 60 grams of sugar. Apple juice and energy drinks. A weird combination.

“Wait really?! Dude, you could’ve just asked!!” Harold replied, giggling at The others such dramatic display of despair. He was very familiar with Melvin’s ‘oh my god what are you doing with that garbage food Hutchins? Are you trying to kill yourself at age 24?’ Face.

The car slowly rolled forwards, each occupant inside swaying as the car suddenly halted behind a blue caravan, littered with various stickers and those silly car decorations single moms have on their vans and jeeps. You know, the eyelashes?

They were about the fourth in the queue so they had a moment. Melvin was all in all a fantastic driver! Harold? Not so much. Usually Melvin held reigns over their shared hybrid car, with the exception of Harold driving to the Piqua Pick up and Go super market for their annual monthly grocery trip and various gas station trips to gather food like a bear heading for hibernation or his office in their dorm.

It’s the motion sickness that makes him unable to drive. He usually takes a antiacid before setting a single, dirty sneaker into any moving vehicular vessel, but right now he’s still suffering a hangover and stomach attempting to digest the mass of cheese sitting in his gut. So an antiacid is a no go.

“Man I feel sick…” Harold lamented, hiding his face in his yellow stained hoodie sleeves, groaning. He could feel last nights terrible decisions coming up to haunt him. About a bottle or two of wine and 5 grilled cheeses later brought about a sleepy Harold Hutchins, cared for by one Melvin Sneedly who had just returned to the dorm after a lovely night of working on his mid semester’s project and found his roommate in the midst of creating an abomination of melted cheese and soggy, butter coated bread.

Truly, the peak of college student cuisine.

“Do NOT puke in this car I swear to god!” Melvin snapped, hissing at Harold with a intensity that could rival Benjamin Krupp’s. He had JUST made the last down payment on it!

He loved this car, he will be dammed before Harold ruins the seats with his bodily spewage! Melvin leans over, grabbing a plastic bag left over from various gas station stops and held it out to Harold, “here, puke in this you walking disaster!”

Harold graciously accepted the All-Nite-Day-Rite bag, holding it like a lifeline as the car slowly moved once more and the drive-through radio was now in field of view. “Awhhh, you do care…! There is a heart under all that rock!” Harold mused, teasing the ginger. He knew Melvin did truly care about him and vice versa.

It was still funny to tease him about it though.

“Ah ah! Hutchins! I will kick you out of this car I swear!” Melvin huffed, grabbing hold of his coffee mug from the dashboard, taking a sip of the warm bean brew.

One dash of milk.

No sugar or sweetener.

Just how he liked it.

As the car moved once more, the first occupant, Hutchins, slowly sat up, rubbing his head with a hiss as a wave of pain shot through his head. Yeah, getting wine drunk does that to ya. “Hey Melvin? I didn’t actually apologize for making ya freak out last night… thanks for taking care of me, heh, like always.” He spoke, turning to look at Melvin with a rather clear look in his mix matched eyes. “I’m sorry I give ya trouble all the time.”

“…..” Melvin frowned.

Ah.

Feelings.

“It’s… alright Harold. You and George are the stupid ones of the group and as always I am the one to make sure you both don’t die or something.” He answered, turning to gaze at the blonde with a… relieved look, “but, I appreciate the apology, thank you.”

Harold smiled, leaning over and placing a hand on the others shoulder, comforting. “Heh, what would I do without ya, Sneedly?”

“I dread to imagine the chaos, Hutchins, now Cmon what do you want to order? And no syrup! I swear I will not have you get this car messy with syrup!”

“AWWHH! You’re no FUN! Melvin!!”

#Captain college au #captain underpants #the epic adventures of captain underpants #harold hutchins #melvin sneedly #media.warning.nausea #media.warning.puke mention #first fic ever #yyaaayyy #i wanted to officially write something for this au and I definitely plan on writing more in the future #leave me some feedback in the comments!#i’d love to hear your thoughts

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fanficfish · 8 months

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Edward Ranch AU headcanons

TTTE Fin's Human AU megapost

hi i'm back here's Edward's stuff :D

(If you don't know- the Ranch AU is my TTTE human au, where the engines are humans and live on Sodor's North Western Ranch. Read the megapost for details)

His full name is Edward Azure-Sharpstewert, but obvious he's not gonna call himself that mouthful so Edward it is. Don't call him Eddie unless you're a good friend, he doesn't want to talk about that whole incident.

He's such a dad. Like, when it's someone's birthday he's the one that left a care package in that person's mailbox or room or wherever he knows they'll probably see it.

He's here legally, unlike Thomas. He did actually sign contracts and stuff.

He's one of the oldest on the ranch, but he's still as limber as the day he first came to this part of the country. With a few more creaks then usual, of course, but that's only natural.

He has his own route- Edward's Line, it's called. To the surprise of many people, he's a actually a foreman, and runs the ranch's Brendan Docks area.

He also has a bit of a vendetta against the first Sir Topham Hatt. He's good friends with the next guy though.

He usualy tries to keep things orderly, but every now and then indulges Toby in one of the guy's antics. He finds it kinda funny, too.

He's also not sure how but he's the one guy who can say something and people actually listen??? He's accepted that Sir Topham Hatt II has esentially deemed him "the guy to ask if I'm not around". He doesn't mind, but he's still la bit confused about how that happened actually.

He's been a mentor to most of the current ranch hands.

He also has a private tea collection. Every so often, he gets together with Skarloey and Rheneas up the mountain, and they share a cup and discuss the latest news.

But he's not just some old geezer, he's a king at Monopoly. And it's scary how good he is at chess and scrabble. Duck's lost 32-0, and Edward's still going.

He spends a lot of time just sitting and watching the world move around him, when he can afford a day off. He likes seeing how things change over time, and for a while had a small ant farm.

He knows every inch of the island, or so he says. Whether this is true or not has yet to be proven.

He's well-respected and for good reason. He's done some truly wild stuff for a guy who looks like he'll fall over in the wind. From the list Thomas and Percy compiled, he's singlehandedly brought back a full wagon of guests through a rainstorm with nothing but him, his horse, and his braker; he's run all the way up the hill to deliver Mrs. Kindly her groceries during a very bad week of bad weather; downed five can of Sprite in one go once; and once tosed an apple behind his back and it landed perfectly on a target. Though they figured out that one was just Edward knowing where the target was so there's still a debate on whether to count ti or not. And those are the first four on the list, the thing's a little long.

He likes blue- it's a calming color and one he's comfortable wearing.

that's all i have right now because I'm tired i'll finish this post properly later. IDK where the Edward piccrews went :/

#ttte #ttte human au #ttte au #fanfic #headcanon #edward #edwardtheblueengine #ranch au

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thefatiguedfatale · 2 years

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Only Dreaming

Buggy x M!Reader

Circus AU

Fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Swearing

Link to Ao3

Summary: You yearned to join the chaos of the circus, but it's just a dream. Isn't it?

A/N: I told myself I would branch out from writing Ace so here we go! This is mainly just a cute kid buggy and kid reader fic that I wrote for the loml @luffydreams. Please enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

You always came by super early to watch them set up at the bottom of the valley. The morning sun had barely even opened its own eyes when they started setting everything up. You always hated waking up before sunrise, but for this you would stay up for days to make sure you didn't miss a bit of it. You took your place sitting down on the top of a large hill nearby and gazed, fully mesmerized as you watched them work.

They looked like an ant colony from your view at the top. Everyone moving around each other with such chaotic movements it was shocking to see how everything organized itself together at the end with a near superspeed. People carrying buckets of water and feed for animals seemed to perfectly side sweep and duck with expertise those who were carrying heavy and large pieces of what you could only assume to be equipment for the performers. Never once did you see anyone bump into each other. Even those who ducked by one another always seemed to have the time to yell a quick ‘hello` to each other. Their chatter and laughter reverberated off the edge of the hill. You could almost see it ebbing and flowing on the valley floor below. If you closed your eyes hard enough, you could even pretend to be a part of one of their conversations. The corners of your mouth began to unconsciously lift upwards, a grin slowly spreading on your face.

In the middle of the chaos you finally heard it. Your favorite part. The “Heave! Ho!”s that those that circled around the flat circus tent yelled as they pushed and pulled the grounded fabric to life. Watching the white and red striped tent come to life always sent chills up your spine.

Everything about the setup was loud and chaotic. It was almost abrasive to the ear, but you absolutely loved it. It was entrancing to see. It was almost more exciting to watch than the circus itself.

Almost.

Your eyes started darting around before you were conscious of what you were doing. You just couldn’t help looking for him, though it really wasn’t that difficult. The shocking blue of his hair stuck out among the rest, along with his pitched screeches. It took only moments for you to find your blue haired boy wrestling a red headed circus member that you also recognized fairly quickly. It didn’t seem that the red haired one was all that bothered by him though. Even from where you sat far up on your hill you could see him laughing away while he and the other boy rolled around in the grass. Even those who moved around them, chuckled at their antics. That was until you saw a man pick each of them up by the back of their shirts berating both of them. You giggled a bit watching the scene. The blue haired boy yelled and screamed and wriggled around in the grasp of the man still wanting to fight.

That boy…

You could try to say that you only vaguely remember his performance, that his trapeze and tight line tricks were muddled in your mind with all the other acts you saw, but that would be a complete and utter lie.

You were entranced by his performance. From the first day that you had snuck under the flaps of the circus tent and behind the bleachers to watch the show.

You could see the spotlights shining brightly toward the top of the tent, even now. All eyes laser focused on him as he walked the barely perceptible line of string high above the audience’s head with an ease that seemed almost impossible to possess. Even through the slits of the bleachers that you had to sneak behind, blocked by the audience members legs, his act was etched into the core of your memory.

Oh how you could only wish to be up there too! Walking the tightline and swinging from platform to platform with the blue haired boy. You were brought back to reality with the roar of their hungry animals.

You laid yourself flat on the grassy earth and sighed.

It was only a dream.

“Come with us!” yelled Shanks as his picked up some of the juggling pins off the ground of the center stage.

Both you and Buggy yelled at him in confusion. Your voices echoing across the empty arena.

The day had finally come. Their last performance before they moved onto the next city.

“What?” You almost dropped all the props on the ground in front of you.

“You heard me! Come with us! Come join the circus.”

This must have been a joke. You thought back to the time you spent with them.

You had finally worked up the courage to sneak backstage and meet the blue haired boy. Both of you clicked immediately (after Buggy stopped screaming) and the rest was history. The days you had spent with Buggy had been the happiest days that you could remember! He had introduced you to a lot of the other members. That’s how you met the redheaded boy Shanks, who you found out early on was a sword swallowing apprentice and the ringmasters of the show Rodger and Rayleigh. Rayleigh, you immediately recognize as the man constantly pulling Buggy and Shanks apart.

You didn't want to brag, but they grew fond of you and your presence rather quickly after your introductions. Most of them happily greeting you by name, some coming up with little nicknames for you, some even teaching you little performance tricks. Even Buggy had spent the time to teach you how to walk a tightrope (with a string on the ground, but you were working your way up to hovering above ground!) You had spent more and more of your time hanging out with Buggy and Shanks as the days sped by. Most of the time usually laughing at their arguing or running around together spreading a little bit of chaos in your wake. The days seemed to come and go in the blink of an eye when it was the three of you. Which became your biggest problem now.

You had tried not to think of the day approaching but you couldn't help your mood slowly being dragged down with your dread as the day came closer and closer. You wanted more time. You wanted to see more. You wanted to talk to and help out more. You wanted to see more of the blue haired boy. Much more. And people had noticed. One of them being Shanks.

“Come join us!" He repeated with more emphasis.

Were you dreaming? You had to be dreaming. That was the only place you thought you would ever hear those words anyhow so that must have been it.

“You're here all the time anyways! You might as well, right?”

“Yea but I’m not a performer. I can't do anything, I would just drag you guys down.”

Shanks nodded slowly in agreement. What was the point of having someone who can’t do anything useful? You held back your tears as your reality began to sink in. Your dreams slowly losing their translucence.

You glanced Shank’s way, and you could almost see the lightbulb above his head shining almost as brightly as his hair. “Buggy was teaching you his swinging rope stuff right?"

You nodded your head.

“Just do that! You can be an apprentice like me! He can teach you all you need to know and then once you're good enough you can start performing with him."

A familiar screech erupted from the other end of the center stage. Both you and Shanks turn around to see him staring wide eyed at the both of you, as he paused in the middle of cleaning up the hula hoops. Buggy was in the middle of picking up some hula hoops.

“Hey!” He repeated over and over again speeding his way across the stage, hula hoops still in hand. “Don’t drag me into your shit Shanks! I’m not getting in trouble with Rayleigh because you want to hide a stowaway!”

Shanks folded his arms and frowned. “Weren't you just boohooing the other day about how sad you were not being able to see y/n anymore?”

A hula hoop whipped past Shank’s face.

“Shut the fuck up you red haired bastard!”

Shanks held his stomach as he laughed until Buggy dropped all of his stuff and went ramming into Shanks.

You started laughing, but you couldn't help but hear Shanks' words ringing in your head. Buggy was sad about leaving you behind? Your ears went slightly pink at the thought. After some time Shanks, as per usual, ended up the winner of the fight. He held Buggy by the forehead at arms length as Buggy still continued to try and swing.

“Come on Buggy! It's a great idea! Plus Roger and Rayleigh like him so there’s no way they would say no!” The boys started arguing once again until you interrupted.

“It’s ok guys.” You said quietly though it echoed the space loudly enough for both of them to stop fighting

“You don’t have to.” You look up at each of them and smile as you try to force the tears back into your eyes "That’s really nice of you, but it’s ok. I’ll just…see you guys when you come around next year!”

Buggy’s hands fell to his side and Shanks let go of his grip on Buggy’s head. Both of them looked towards you, then towards one another. A moment a silence passed before Buggy stood up straight and coughed into his fist. He looked away from you, staring very intently at something on the opposite side of the room.

“I’ll teach you.” He mumbled. His cheeks started to flush red.

A long paused passed again. Were you hearing him right? “What?”

“I said I’ll teach you!” He screeched “but you have to do everything I sa-“

You crushed him between your arms with a flow of thank you’s streaming out of your mouth. Shanks started laughing again before you moved onto crushing him between your arms as well.

It wasn't a dream, it wasn't a dream, it wasn't a dream!

The rolling hills sped past the train. You gazed out the window watching them fly by. You were trying to figure out which was the one that you sat at. It was a lot harder to tell from this point of view.

The train erupted in laughter as you thought that you spotted the one, but you weren't sure. The train was filled with the same laughter you heard from the top of the hill, but now you didn't have to close your eyes to it surrounding you. It was finally real.

You were surrounded by it. You were covered in it. All the chatter and glee and conversations covered you like a warm blanket. Even Buggy and Shanks were laughing at some of the jokes Roger was making from the end of the train car.

That’s when you spot it. You knew it was the right one this time, you just knew it. Only seconds passed by before it had come and gone. Everything you had known, now gone in a second. You smiled to yourself.

Finally.

Finally everything was good. You were a part of something real now. You saw your new beginnings, and this time you weren’t looking over the edge of a tall hill. Now it was right in front of you. Now a part of your reality.

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #buggy x reader #buggy d clown #circus au #yes I know I didn’t make Buggy a clown despite his namesake #I’d like to think he has more talent than just making people laugh #also how sick does sword eater Shanks sound???#like I was trying to figure out what he would do and it immediately clicked #one piece x reader insert #one piece x reader #one piece reader insert

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candlecoo · 2 years

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Meeting of the AUs, Wooden Doll AU Deku showing off all his masks and everyone else being jealous because each mask is basically it’s own Quirk

they would be very jealous.

#meeting of the aus #candle answers #ask the candle #bnha au #bnha #bnha headcannons #digital art #my art #art #fanart #bnha izuku #wooden doll au #norse myth modern legend au #ant antics au

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sugarrspice · 2 years

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I know I just sent one but "Should I stop talking?" "Don't, your voice is very soothing" prompt for antoaverage again-- 🥺🥺

((You're always welcome to send in as many prompts as you like. I like to joke that I'm here as wish fulfillment, after all! And who knows, one of them might inspire a series like the fae au, haha.))

"-and then Marvin, the absolute fucking moron, looks at me and says, 'Oh! I misplaced my fucking salt, so I figured that sodium would act as a good enough stand-in,' and has the audacity, the gods-damned audacity, to be surprised when the whole fucking spell circle blows up in his face."

Chase laughs softly; he's still tapping away at his computer. Editing a video, Anti's pretty sure, but looking means he'll have to untangle himself from where he's wrapped around Chase's back, taking shameless advantage of the fact that he puts off heat like a goddamn furnace.

"Is he okay, at least? Did he go to Henrik?"

"He healed up most of it on his own; Henrik gave him a clean bill of health."

"Good. Jamie's going to be pissed, though."

Anti snorts with amusement. "Marvin's ears are going to wilt with the force of that lecture. I think Henrik's in charge of telling him about it, because he can at least reassure James that Marv's not turned into a plant or any stupid shit."

Chase hums again in lieu as a response, and Anti cracks open an eye to stare- not balefully, but certainly give him a sharp look.

"Should I stop talking? What's the deadline on this one?"

Chase twists to look at him, then, and press a kiss to his forehead; Anti leans up to steal a kiss. "No, you're fine, Ant. I like listening to your voice; it's soothing."

Anti considers him for a moment longer, trying to pin if Chase is being genuine or not; Chase's eyes meet his, nothing but earnest. He finally acquiesces, and shuts his eyes again.

"Good. Fuckin' soothing, that's me. So anyways, Henrik is in charge of telling James, but someone's gone and put Jackie on damage control, in case Marvin puts his foot in his mouth, again-"

He continues, like that. It's easy to find something to talk about; easy to keep the hissing of the static at bay with the antics of their idiots. And if it eases the tension out of Chase's figure, brings that small smile to his face, the good one- that reaches his eyes and crinkles those crow's feet- that's between him and the fucking universe.

#spice writes #antiaverage #anti x chase #ego shipping #egoshipping #soft anti

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bridgertonbabe · 1 year

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As much as I love every one of the benophie boys, I think william might be my favorite(in your hc worlds) I just love how mischievous yet lovable he can, so it would be great if we got an older teen/adult william drabble! Thank you for the writing btw, I know how hard a creative block can be and just know were just grateful for anything we can get in this tiny Fandom! So take as long as you need we can wait!

I just wanted to say thank you for being so supportive and understanding. I've been on the struggle bus creatively for a while now and it's been very frustrating because I sincerely want to write and update my works and be productive but my writer's block has just left me in a rut. Back in the summer I had all these plans to write a bunch of stuff in the lead up to Christmas, to be churning stuff out thick and fast and creating plenty of content but alas that hasn't come to fruition. I've had asks enquiring when I'll next be updating any one of my works or curious if I'd be contributing any holiday-related content and I've felt so guilty for not being able to provide an answer purely because hell I didn't have an answer for myself. So it's very kind and reassuring to receive these asks of people being understanding and I just wanted to say it really means a lot and I greatly appreciate it.

With that all being said, William is always fun to write for, due to how much of a fun lil shit he is. Here's a lil festive drabble set in the Teachers AU in which William continues to be the biggest stressor in his father's life;

Benedict loved all his four children with every fibre in his being. Charlie and Alex had both recently graduated university, both of them hard-working and dedicated in their pursuits in life, and Violet was perfect in every which way just like her mother, and William... well, William was William.

By no means did he love William any less. William was as much of a blessing in Benedict's life as Charlie, Alex, and Violet were and there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for his youngest son - but with that being said, William was the most notorious child in the entire Bridgerton family and his constant naughty antics was single-handedly the biggest source of grief in Benedict's life and had been ever since William had begun walking and talking.

All year round William caused chaos, but he particularly upped the ante during the Christmas season. When he was three years old his biggest mission was to push over their Christmas tree which he successfully managed to do multiple times that year, leaving Benedict to put it back up again and again and again. A couple of years later Benedict had discovered his young daughter crying in a sealed up cardboard box by the front door after William decided he wanted a different sister and had packaged her up in the hopes that Santa could trade her for a new one. During his years at infant and primary school whenever he participated in a Nativity play or Christmas concert he'd take the opportunity to loudly cry out a new word he had learnt that year, vocabulary which had included; penis, anus, fuck, and (most infamously of all after his teacher had welcomed the parents to the concert) nonce. One year he had preyed on Violet's fear of the elf on the shelf and kept moving the elf to unsettle and freak her out all the time before topping off his reign of terror when Violet opened her wardrobe and found William dressed up like the elf and giving her a sinister stare, causing her to scream and go running to Benedict and be left so frightened that she spent the following week sleeping in her parents bed.

Benedict had hoped that as William grew up that he might be capable of maturing - but he thought wrong. A running gag that had stretched on for years was a present being left underneath the tree for Violet with the tag claiming it was from her "real father", with William "accidentally" letting slip that Violet was the result of an extra-marital affair. On the first year he had pulled that stunt an inconsolable Violet had to be assured that of course Benedict was her real father and that her parents loved each other very much and would never cheat on each other. In spite of the upset he had caused, William continued the bit year in and year out, elevating it to now include Sophie receiving jewellery from her supposed lover, much to Benedict's chagrin.

So of course once the festive season came around again, while others were stressed with Christmas shopping and hosting their family during the holiday, Benedict Bridgerton's Yuletide stress was totally and utterly as a result of the dread he felt from whatever it was his eighteen year old son had up his sleeve.

"What's he pulled this year?" Michael asked.

It was Christmas Day and the whole Bridgerton family was celebrating together, the first time they had done so for a couple of years, what with Anthony, Colin, and Francesca celebrating with their in-laws during the previous Christmases. Dinner had just been finished and everyone was spread out across the large home Violet and Edmund resided in. While everyone else was enjoying the festivities, Benedict was keeping a constant eye on his youngest son to see what he would do.

"Nothing yet." Benedict replied. "Which makes me only more worried."

So far the only things William had done were return from his first uni term with newly dyed red hair and white frosted tips ("tis the season" had been his shrugged explanation), as well as send a Christmas card pretending to be Sophie's make-believe lover in which he begged her to run away with him and bring Violet too so they could finally be a family. Benedict just knew that there was more to come. William simply couldn't plateau his typical Christmas shenanigans like that.

"So no gifts for shock-value underneath the tree this year?" Colin asked.

He was referring to Christmases gone by in which Alex had once unwrapped a copy of Oedipus Rex, leading to both Alex and Charlie to whack William around the head for being gross for what he was implying, as well as another Christmas in which Charlie had unwrapped a present that had resulted in Benedict shouting on Christmas morning; "YOU ARE FOURTEEN YEARS OLD! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU BUYING A FLESHLIGHT FOR YOUR BROTHER?!"

"Fortunately not." Benedict said through gritted teeth.

"Shit. You think he's going to pull something here?" Eloise wondered.

Typically if William was suspiciously low-key on Christmas morning at home, it meant he had something dastardly planned for the day spent with the extended family. The most infamous incident had been the Christmas when the fire brigade had been called out after he had set off a fireworks in the living room - it was the most mortified and stressed Benedict had ever been because of his youngest son.

He gave a small nod to confirm Eloise's suspicion, his eyes still firmly fixed on William, who noticed his father's stare and sent a disarming wink back at him.

"What do you think he's got planned?" Michael asked.

"I have no idea. All I know is that he's plotting something."

Since returning from uni William had been curiously quiet and Benedict had come across him having hushed conversations on the phone as well as sneaking out of the house everyday and slipping back in later on. He truly couldn't fathom what it was that William had concocted this year and even dwelling on what he could have come up with was putting Benedict on edge.

Suddenly there was the jingling of bells and everyone's attention was brought to William, who had stood up with said bells in his hand.

"Hey everyone! If you could all gather round. There's a little something I've prepared which I hope everyone will enjoy." he announced.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." Benedict fretted, already holding his head in his hand, dreading what exactly his son was about to do in front of everyone.

What if he had gone to the extreme lengths of hiring an actor and bringing him along to introduce as Violet’s real father? Or what if he was going for something far more simple than that and simply drop his trousers to moon everyone in the room? When it came to William, the terrifying possibilities were endless.

"Now if all the cousins don't mind assembling." William motioned to the front of the living room by the fire place.

Much to Benedict's confusion, all of his nieces and nephews, as well as his other three children all followed William's instruction, and all of them were smirking, giggling, and nudging each other as they convened together.

"Wait; has he roped them all in on it this year?" Colin frowned.

"Oh fuck." Benedict groaned - he wouldn't have been surprised if William had convinced other mischief-makers like Charlotte, Oliver, and Amanda to help him with whatever he had planned, and he could see William's younger cousins being influenced and following his lead, but the fact he had roped in his older cousins, his more mature and level-headed cousins, and even Violet had left Benedict flabbergasted.

"And if you oldies would like to sit yourselves down." William addressed to his grandparents, aunts, and uncles with a cheeky grin.

"No, no, no, no." Benedict was muttering under his breath has his parents, siblings, and in-laws began sitting down on the sofas and chairs facing the younger generation.

"Ben. Ben? Look at me." Sophie had appeared and reached out a hand to his cheek. "It's fine. It's going to be fine, okay?" she tried reassuring him. "Charlie, Alex, and Violet wouldn't go along with anything bad now would they?"

"But what if he's blackmailing them?" Benedict hissed. "What if he's blackmailing all of the ones who wouldn't normally go along with it?"

"Honey, I don't think William has that much influence."

"Hey, mum?" William called out. "Could you save telling dad you're leaving him for a few minutes please?"

"Now, William!" his grandmother warned with the shake of her head.

"Apologies, Old Violet." William smirked, using the nickname his grandmother abhorred and received an unimpressed glare from her. "Now," William beamed to the rest of the group and pulled out a conductor's baton from his sleeve, "this is dedicated to you, grandpa." he addressed his grandfather, with the family patriarch's jaw dropping in elated surprise. "This is our present to you."

William then turned back to the thirty-four other grandchildren of Violet and Edmund, clearing his throat performatively and holding his hands up ready to begin conducting.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." Benedict muttered under his breath, bracing himself for whatever it was that his son had organized.

Sophie clutched his hand in hers to provide him comfort as much as she was trying to alleviate her own anxiety.

"And a one, and a two, and a one, two, three!" William said quietly, waving his baton before commandingly pointing it.

"Holidays are coming," the older male cousins at the back of the group began to chant, "holidays are coming, holidays are coming,"

"Tis the season!" Amanda and the Bassett girls sang when pointed to by William.

"Watch out!" the younger cousins chorused. "Look around! Something's coming, coming to town!"

"Coming to your town!" Amanda and the Basset girls chimed in again.

Benedict and Sophie's mouths both hung wide open with the ongoing harmonies and just how good it sounded. The youngest cousins were ringing bells, bouncing their knees excitedly in time with the song, and every last one of Edmund Bridgerton's grandkids had the biggest smile on their face.

"Something magic! In the night! Can't you see it? Shining bright!" they continued, all the while the older male cousins kept up the "holidays are coming" chant.

"Shining bright!" Amanda and the Basset girls as well as Katie, Charlotte, and Violet sung melodically, the last note extending as more harmonies overlapped with la la las.

Benedict and Sophie's amazement was mirrored in the faces of the rest of the older Bridgerton siblings, their partners, and Violet and Edmund as the grandchildren continued their collective choral efforts.

"Tis the season it's always the real thing!"

After a last few "holiday's are coming" William gave one last wave of his baton and the singing and jingling came to a unanimous end.

"Bravo!" Edmund jumped to his feet first, clapping madly and wearing one of the biggest smiles he had ever had on his face (which was saying a lot considering how generally smiley a person Edmund Bridgerton was). "Bravo! Bravo!"

"Oh... my god." Sophie breathed as the other adultier adults got to their feet to cheer and applaud.

Benedict stared in abject shock as William took a bow before being pulled into a crushing hug by his grandfather. He couldn't quite believe his son had done something that was entirely pure and wholesome.

Growing up Edmund had always sung the jingle to the Coca Cola Christmas advert as he served up his children Coca Cola bottles at Christmas dinner, as per their little family tradition. He had never stopped singing it over the years so naturally his grandchildren were just as familiar with the classic advert's song and got as excited as their parents did whenever the advert played or whenever their grandfather sang it to them.

"I can't believe you all planned this!" (Old) Violet remarked.

"It was actually all William's idea." Amelia said.

"Yeah he was the one who organized it entirely." Miles added.

"Oh, William, my boy!" Edmund boomed and hauled his grandson into yet another bear hug.

William? Being so thoughtful for good? To have been plotting all this time and sneaking around all in the elaborate effort of providing a sentimental surprise for his grandfather?

"Oh my god." Benedict muttered.

Hell had frozen over, pigs were flying, and by all accounts his most meddlesome son had finally turned over a new leaf.

"Wow. William really played a blinder this year." Anthony said a little later on after they had watched their father give every last grandchild a massive hug.

"I know." Benedict nodded, still in a state of disbelief.

"He really blew everyone else's presents out of the water with that." Anthony continued. "You have to hand it to him. It was unbelievably impressive."

"Daddy?"

Little Mary had come up to her father and uncle and immediately they clocked the wobble in her voice and the way her eyes were filling up with tears.

"Oh, sweetheart, what's wrong?" Anthony asked, scooping her up in his arms and cuddling her.

Mary gave a sad little sniffle. "W-W-William said that I'm only your second favourite daughter." she sobbed. "And th-that Violet's your favourite daughter and m-m-my half-sister."

Instantly Benedict heaved out a groan.

"Yeah. Yeah, there it is." he shook his head - he should have known William couldn't not be a little shit for one Christmas.

"Oh, baby, your cousin was just teasing you." Anthony comforted his daughter.

"WILLIAM!" Benedict bellowed out and marched over to his son for his regularly-programmed Christmas bollocking.

#asks #requests #teachers au #william bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #bridgerton drabble #christmas drabble #bridgerton family

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izumisays · 2 years

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dear yuletide author

Thank you so much for reading this and taking part in this wonderful annual conspiracy! 

First of all, I hope you have a lovely time! If any of the fandoms below pique your interest, I’m delighted already, and ready to hear all the stories you want to tell.

Fandoms: Hunting (猎狐), Thunderbolt Fantasy (東離劍遊紀), Link Click (时光代理人), Extraordinary Attorney Woo (이상한 변호사 우영우)

As for reading preferences, I’m happy with a wide variety of tones and genres, of any rating, ranging anywhere from lighthearted antics to dramatic casefics. But the core of all the stories I love has always been character interaction and interplay of their competences.

How the characters play off each other and bring out their best/worst, how they’d react to a divergence of events, how true they’d stay to themselves in a different setting – I love fanfiction for allowing us to reconnect with our favourite stories time and again by asking these questions. And there are so many ways to do it! To name a few favourites, I’m always game for POV hijinks, a missing scene, a casefic, canon expansion, backstories and what-ifs.

You may notice that some of my requests lean towards shipfic – those, too, are welcome in a variety of tones – but I also tried to include openings for gen ideas if that’s your jam. Additionally, while it is not usually my top interest, I don’t have anything against AUs if there is something that you are itching to explore: I tend to enjoy them for a new aesthetic that fleshes out the favoured character dynamics in a new light, or a fusion that redefines the playing ground to allow the characters to exhibit their core competences in new and exciting ways.

I would be very grateful if you could avoid a/b/o and associated kinktropes, played-straight soulmate fic, and character interpretation that runs contrary to their core values. If in doubt, please reach out to me on anon - the askbox is open!

猎狐 | Hunting - Xia Yuan, Wu Jiaqi

Don’t get me wrong, I love me a good white collar crime, especially one that busts a few capitalist myths. But let’s be real, the best parts of this TV show were Xia Yuan and Wu Jiaqi’s overseas 💕dates💕 I mean business trips, which mysteriously required they be outfitted like a well-matched pair of ridiculously long-legged models that strutted right out of the Vogue pages and into the metaphorical fire. The kind of fire that, in turn, required them to fake date, or dress up even more glamorously to impersonate filthy rich celebrities and their butlers, or deployed other similarly logical methods of tracking down runaway fraudsters.

I would eat up more of such adventures with a spoon, nay, a SHOVEL. Just like the epilogue showed, I’d like to imagine their adventures post-canon be a series of bright postcards (bang bang from Russia with love) capturing their antics in various capitals of the world.

Some ideas for inspiration could be:

Competitive not-dating. Xia Yuan and Wu Jiaqi just happen to contrive the circumstances in a way that makes the next operation seem conspicuously like a date, and the other one simply cannot let this slide and ups the ante.

I’m totally on board with some commentary or scheming from the peanut gallery of the Economics Crimes Division (I love you, Xiaolei!) to set them up faster. I don’t know if I love more the idea of the two of them giving in to the gang’s attempts to set them up, or the gang continuing to set them up completely unaware that the two of them are already dating, thus amplifying the comedy.

As mentioned above, every city needs a pair of scarily competent and scarily beautiful law enforcement agents (who are also derps) descend on it to charm the pants off the local police forces and then solve some crime while they are at it. It’s also incredibly cute that Wu Jiaqi is the worldlier (or nerdier?) of the two, and can dispense funfacts and trivia at Xia Yuan’s incredibly soft face. I’m a simple girl and I like simple things.

ALL THE TROPES ever, as essential and completely logical ways to solve economic crimes. All the dress-ups. All the role-playing on the job with bae.

The show is available on viki.com.

THUNDERBOLT FANTASY (東離劍遊紀): any characters

I LOVE THIS SELF INDULGENT WUXIA NONSENSE AND I CANNOT LIE!

Sanfan is a mixture UTTER GLEE and deep fondness for the genre staples, self-aware and masterful playthrough of all the wuxia tropes in the book, and one goddamn well-constructed story. It plays the tropes straight, calls them out with a knowing wink, walks the tightrope between the two with panache, and just as you are relaxed and enjoying this trapeze show, it grins cheekily at you, sets the hat on fire and pulls a bunny out of a discoball. It’s DELIGHTFUL and fun and lovingly crafted, just like a good passion project should be.

I want anything that capitalizes on the absolutely hilarious dynamics between Rin Setsua and Sho Fukan (and while personally I end up using the Japanese versions of their names more often, please feel free to go with the Chinese names if you prefer). Sho Fukan does not want any of those heroic quests, he’s the human equivalent of been there, done that mood, and he just wants to REST and hopefully dump a bunch of magical murderswords someplace safe. Rin Setsua is a Totally Respectable and Non-Villainous Member of Society, of which he will inform you firsthand in the most high spoken and verbose way possible, and maybe even produce paperwork that has definitely not been tampered with. He harbours no ulterior motives, ever, and does not trail behind Sho Fukan for any reason beyond the pleasure of his company, and his mission to personally victimize and cockblock every morally derelict villain in two countries, by no-one’s request.

Whether you go shipfic (yiss!) or canon levels teamup circus (also yiss!), don’t hold back your horses. Everything about this is Extra, and should continue to be so <3

I am okay with both expanding the canon and playing with AUs/crossovers/fusions for this one, provided they retain the character dynamics. I love the extended cast as well: any characters including the Seiyou gang (and on that note, if you want to write the Seiyou backstory for Shou’s gang that has no Rin in it, you’re welcome as well), reappearance of the familiar faces from Touri (read: Rin’s victim list, past, future and present), original characters lined up and waiting to be screwed over (guaranteed) and rescued (the administration does not bear any responsibility etc etc).

Season three, god bless Urobutcher, just went and upped the ante by 9000 -- time and space travel! Magical walkie-talkie pocket-sized boyfriend dolls! Dramatic daddies and villains literally yeeted into literal space, jjba-style! The sandbox has expanded exponentially, and if you think this is a good excuse to open the door wide for any perceivable AUs and still remain canon-compatible, well, then you have the right audience in me.

This year I’m not limiting my request to just the two main characters (though as you can see my fondness for them is great) because I think season three especially kicks the doors wide open for various kinds of hilarious team-ups, confrontations, family dramas and peanut gallery commentaries about one another’s delusions of grandeur. If you would rather write about characters in the demonic realm, or have been wanting a good match-up for characters that never met on screen, or bring back some dead faves — well, then s3 labyrinth invites you to play with it, and I’ll happily read it.

Thunderbolt Fantasy is available on Crunchyroll.

이상한 변호사 우영우 | Extraordinary Attorney Woo (TV)

I was ABSOLUTELY charmed by this show, with its kindness and compassion in choosing an autistic woman as a protagonist and letting her have a whole spectrum of experiences and relationships, not limiting it to any one thing. I love the tone, not flinching away from the difficulties but glowing with Ghibli-levels of wholesomeness and inspiration. I love Woo Young Woo and all the people who support and challenge her, and who get changed in turn. I really love the ridiculous, over-the-top cases they have to solve. They just bring me so much joy!

There are a many things I’d love to see explored in a story — all focused on these relationships with and around WYW. I think the one would care least about is straight-up romance she has with Lee Jun Ho, though I find him absolutely adorable — but I definitely welcome that as a background for any other story. I just am interested in things other than that for example:

my wonderful, honest Choi Su Yeon, with her stubborn integrity and willingness to call people — including herself — out on things that grate it. Her friendship with WYW moves my heart so much, the fact that she will grumble and complain to WYW’s face but never fail to offer a small kindness that will make it easier for WYW, and how she would whine about her misspent youth but put in as crazy hours into work as anyone else, and her willingness to claw anyone’s eyes out if they are being an asshole. And her own bewilderment at her growing interest in Kwon Min Woo! I want so much more of everything with her: backstory, a day in the office, a glimpse of the future, what have you.

The PARENTS generation. Oooh boy. What kind of relationship did Woo Gwang Ho have with both Tae Su Mi and Han Seon Young? In fact, what is the relationship between the two CEOs now and what was it back then? They have barely met on screen but the absolute tension that’s crackling in the air when they pit against one another… Fantastic. I’d ship it, for the rivalry or friendship gone bad or the legacy of being locked in an inter generational business competition.

WYW and the budding relationship with her brother. I liked him so very much! He had a very different upbringing to hers, and yet his heart seems to be in exactly the same place. I would deeply want for them to have a chance to know each other better — something that would be deeply unsettling for both their parents but so important for the siblings.

I’m sure there are other angles you could take to look at the network of people around/supporting WYW that would delight me, these are just a few things that came to mind first.

Link Click (时光代理人)

Now if there was a sandbox that was just begging to play with it!

There is so much of the set up that is left unexplained — it gives us the world building in bold brushstrokes but leaves the whole thing up to us to explain. There are some rules, but how did they come about, and how did they learn about them? How did they find one another, and what new adventures await? What happens to the bonds between the two main leads once the tensions of the fallout wind them tight? Backstory, a new case, “a day in the life of” — I’d be happy to read any of it. I’m happy with both shippy and gen fic for Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang— because the tension, trust and intimacy is there either way — but I do not see Qiao Ling in a romantic context with either: she is their friend/manager/sibling figure, and I prefer to keep it that way.

I’m also open for treats for any of the above — it was a surprise to me that the settings changed this year, but to me, dropping stories into other’s stockings and finding some surprises in your own is definitely a highlight of the true Yule experience :)

Thank you for taking the time to read the letter, and I’m greatly looking forward to reading your story — and hopefully, getting to chat about these ridiculous and wonderful characters post-reveals :)

#dear creator letter #yuletide #yuletide 2022

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terrence-silver · 2 years

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Okay, but imagine, through some weird contrived AU, Twig works as a Bus-boy with John at the diner? Perhaps, ironically, post-war, where jobs are fairly scarce in a mangled economy (especially for returning veterans looked down on), and for a short period of time, before the first Cobra Kai dojo actually kicks off, John returns to a previous work-place with a new found sense of authority and confidence because he needs quick cash and while he does dream, he understands he can’t just live off of dreams alone? Like, maybe its one of the several trials and tribulations Terry’s father has him go through to ‘become a real man’ and this month, it involves working a job (a job that isn’t the hereditary, multigenerational family business) --- why not have it be a job his wartime compatriot dabbles in as well? Sure. That’ll do. Yes. That is trusty and tolerable enough --- serve a purpose for the time being and it proves a point. Will help the boy integrate back into society and leave this whole war nonsense behind, because that’s over and Silver Sr. deems it is a closed chapter, so of course, being the utmost authority on everything, it is indeed a closed chapter because he merely says so. Naturally, Terry clowns around a bit because he still has some of that playful, youthful innocence to him after everything he’s been through. Reminds of that one post from Reddit (right here) where a guy chased around customers at McDonalds with a wet mop telling them ‘I’m gonna getcha’ and getting himself fired on the spot at age sixteen for it. A n y w a y. Terry’s silly antics lead to him nearly getting let go as well and his exceedingly rich papa phones in to the owner to fix the issue, nepotism be damned. -”He’s going through a rite of passage.”-

Is all he says after his very formal introductions are made.

-”Oh, sorry, sir, we didn’t know, we...”- The stuttering manager had no idea.

Well, no idea who’s son this skinny little dummie was exactly, to be precise.

Old money? Man...

-”He just came home from Vietnam. Now it is time to get to know the ants.”-

He came home from where!? That kid? Sure, he believed that about the other one, but...

-”The...ants, sir?”-

-”The ants. The proletarian working class. You.”-

-”Oh...”-

Okay? Blunt and harsh. No beating around the bush.

It isn’t a threat or mockery. The tone is very matter of factually.

This is simply how Mr. Silver the Older speaks.

-”To best know thyne enemy you must learn the enemy’s ways or whatever mumbo jumbo Confucius wrote. I don’t read that crap. Gives me a migraine and when I get migraines, my physician’s prescribed skiing. I hate that crap too. Ever been to Aspen during wintertime? I can have that arranged for you.”- Is this man trying to...bribe him? Mr. Silver Sr. audibly yawns into the phone, not even trying to hide how bored he is by this conversation. -”Don’t take it personally, uh...Winnie, or whatever your name is. He’s the first one in the family with a...outside employment.”- Silver Sr. continues and goodness only knows how he got a hold the manager’s name. Why’s the man speaking with a...is that a thick Transatlantic accent? What’s outside employment? Like...ordinary work? The year is 1974 and it is like this guy crawled out somewhere from the other half of the century. He sounds like how a black and white movie ought to sound. Like Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca. Either ways, it is the most baffling conversation the proprietor of this establishment had...ever to the point of feeling made up and it particularly haunts him in the time to come, and he’s been instructed to simply let Terry observe the work environment of the diner (like one does a zoo cage from the outside) and learn a thing or two, before his time and tenure is up and his father welcomes him into the family business with some manner of understanding of what a work ethic is for ‘the other side of the class scale’. The kid simply disappears, never to be seen again. The manager spots his name, years later, on the cover of Forbes. The gruff, bigger guy disappears too soon after.

Suffice to say, Terry Silver sticks around for some two months.

John Kreese is given a raise disguised as ‘a work bonus’.

Mr. Silver Sr. knows ‘the proud one’ wont accept it otherwise.

Those are the few oddest weeks in that diner’s overall running history.

#i find the idea hilarious #hsfghs #terry silver #terry silver twig #john kreese #terry's silver's father #silver family #bus boy!au #cobra kai #kk3 #tw; class issues

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