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soosoosoup · 14 days

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Haaayy can you tell us more about your au where branch finds cooper's egg?

Hiiii!! Thanks for asking! And of course :)

lol turns out I had a lot more thought out. Fair warning, none of this is concrete, this was thought up a while ago and uhhhhh… writing is not my strong suit lol

In this au I had debated whether to make copper a little bit younger, I already hc him as the youngest of the snack pack so idk if its needed lol.

While in the beginning of making his bunker, branch (who’s maybe 7??) would travel farther out into the forest and gather supplies to build when he stumbles on what looks like an egg? Just in time too, ‘cause Coops pops out like in twt, does his little groove, & then proceeds to flop over to nap (being baby is tiring work).

Branch is just ??? cause like what?? Baby? Way out here in the woods?? Why does the baby have 4 legs??? Why is said baby all alone? And that last part makes b pause for a sec bc where’s his family? Did he lose them? Or is it even worse…was he left behind? (He might be projecting a lil).

Cooper and Branch proceed to live where other kids w/o families go. Caretakers try to care for cooper & he is not having it. After all, branch is the first person he’d ever seen, was the first person who’d carried him. He’s imprinted on branch and whole heartedly believes and he is his family. So if C needs to be taken care of B has to be there. It goes on long enough that the caretaker decides it'll just easier if branch helped take care of him; and who knows maybe he'll regain his color being around such a happy little goober.

At first, branch doesn’t realize how much he means to C and assumes his attachment will fade. After all why wouldn’t it when he’s being doted on by warm and cheerful trolls. But nope! Whenever the caretakers aren't taking cooper around the village, Cooper is always following Branch. Around the pod, and through the woods. Branch looks out for him, talks to him, teaches him what he can, and even plays games! I think the fact that branch has been a part of Coopers whole life gives him a sense of obligation perhaps like a big brother?. It's easy to be open to him.

All attempts to foster Cooper are unsuccessful. It's not that Cooper doesn't match the family, it's that he just doesn't want to live with them. Imagine a foster family having the time of their lives singing & playing around & when the time comes Cooper's like 'I had a lot of fun today! Time to go! what?? Stay here? be a part of your family? ...Nope :D

When the time comes that the bunker can feasibly house him, (preteen?) Branch packs up what little he owns, and prepares to leave that night. It's not like the anyone at the orphanage would chase after him. Well, except for one trolling.

It's been years, long enough that their bond is strong, they're brothers in all but name. At least unnamed on branch's side, he kind of refuses to acknowledge it.

Anyway- Branch waits until everyone falls asleep and sneaks out. He doesn't even make it out of the room lol. One foot out the door and a sleepy voice is asking him where he's going. Branch just says he's going to the bunker, that he'll see him soon, it won't be forever you see what im trying to parallel? and it's true. It's not like he's leaving to who knows where. Cooper just nods & yawns out a "bye, see you later". Love me a parallel

Branch lasts an hour or two in the bunker. He's on edge the whole time, racked w/ guilt. Has a little mental spiral until there is just one loud thought of 'what am i doing? there's someone waiting for me' and runs back.

In the joined room, Cooper fell asleep on branch's bed waiting for him. So making sure not to wake him, Branch rests coopers head on his lap. Leaning against the headboard Branch just stares at his vest left at the end of the bed & has a moment of clarity. Like oh, that's why i felt terrible, i left my little brother behind. (Keep in mind that no, he didn’t really do that, but he’s a kid and that whole ‘see you later’ really shook him so he’s making some jumps in logic)(there some projecting happening as well)

So yeah, gained a brother!! yay!!! Cooper beat you to that revelation yeeaarrrss ago lol.

One thing I like about branch being a big bro is this idea that the more he learns about what it means to be one, the less he can understand his brothers. And are they his brothers?? Over the years it’s not looking like it.

#asks #wow didn't think i had that much to say lol #i bet this premise had been thought about before #but it’s still nice to think about :)#make no mistake branch still pretty much lives in the bunker. He only stays in the pod when it’s relatively quiet enough.#there are a lot of bunker sleepovers whenever there’s an overnight party #he officially move out when he’s considered old enough to be coopers carer. Until then he studies up & prepares the bunker #branch has a blue hue to him. it happens gradually so no one really notices #imagine when branch carried bby coops back to the villlage C reaches up and puts his face in hair cause y’know he’s baby #and this baby has a long enough neck to reach #thinking Cooper is 17/18 during first trolls events??#branch is the tiniest bit more integrated into the village #he stays around the outskirts for cooper some days #coopers hangs out in the village if his friends are there. he also likes to join in on some singing and dancing as long it isn’t too loud #he's still part of the snack pack i think?#cooper would not like creek in this au.#lol cooper just straight up tells creek something like ‘wow you sure are full of yourself huh'#lol coopers blunt honesty would probs be more prevalent.#also important point that this all happens while B is a kid #he’s more receptive than if he was older; he hasn’t built thst high of walls around him #rn he’s more sad and scared rather than being at odds w/ the village #first time writing out a… plot summary?? au synopsis??#Thanks for asking!!! uh hopefully you guys liked the ramble :)#any of this can change tbh :) its all been brainstorms for now #idk what i would call this au if i did make it.#i am cringe but i am free #b&c au ??

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And What Will You Do?

Destin Mattias was scouting the Enchanted Forest, keeping an eye out for any activity or potential threats. He's done this hundreds of times, he knows this place like the back of his hand, but something soon leads him to a place he was never meant to see. A place he'll soon wish he never found.

Mattias has walked through this forest hundreds of times, and he’ll walk through it hundreds more. He’s seen it at its darkest hour, through the worst of storms, and at the break of dawn. He didn’t care for the thick fog ahead; how he could only see mere feet ahead of him, how the world around him was reduced to blurred colors, he knew this place by heart. He recognized the markings on the trees, the moss covered stones, and the remains of ancient structures now claimed by nature.

The silence that once kept him on edge was all too familiar with him now. He was fully aware of how unnatural the silence was, of course; bugs nor birds ever chirped, he never heard any animals rustling the leaves or branches, and even when there was a breeze, the trees hardly swayed. That was to be expected at this hour.

The Enchanted Forest looked the best at this time. Despite the Sun barely being visible, and the sky being a luxurious, deep shade of blue, there was always this strange, gentle purple glow that’d light the fog and the path below.

Dawn had grown to be Mattias’ favorite hour in this forest. He was always used to waking up so early in the morning, though in the past he’d be surrounded by other troops. Everyone would talk over each other, make a ruckus, create chaos, but here in the forest, he only had himself. He could enjoy the scenery, he could take his time, he could feel at ease.

Admittedly, he wasn’t taking his duty as seriously as he should. He’s supposed to scout the area, looking for any disturbances or suspicious activities, but he found himself too lost in thought to observe his surroundings, but he’s seen it all before, and he’ll see it all again.

Mattias had brought his sword and shield, and though carrying them tired his arms, he could never be too safe.

He wasn’t too certain what he and the other men needed to do today. He’ll have to think of something. They can’t idle around. What if they get caught off guard? Attacked? What if--

The sound of rocks tumbling made him jump. He hurriedly scanned the area, looking for what might’ve caused the noise, but all he saw were stones no bigger than his hand. He lowered his weapon, chuckling at himself for being so skittish.

He walked along, eyeing the rocks until the fog consumed them.

Mattias concentrated, trying to remember what he was thinking of before. His eyes lit up when it came back to him.

Perhaps he and a few troops could examine the docks at the far edge of the forest. He had heard rumors of strange activity happening nearby. There had been debate on whether or not the activity was caused by a human, it’d be an interesting case to look into.

An orange leaf gently flew to the ground. Mattias watched as it floated by him, a smile on his face. The only thing he didn’t like about the forest at dawn--and this did sound rather childish--was the fact the leaves were too damp to step on. There wasn’t a fine crunch to them, it was quite disappointing, really.

Another leaf flew by, then another, then another, all wonderful, warm shades.

The Wind Spirit must be flying through again, though when he looked up, he saw the trees weren’t moving along. There was hardly a rustly. He continued walking with caution.

He kept moving, staring above, watching the leaves fall, until he heard it. A very faint crunch. He looked to the ground, moving his black boot up to see a couple of dead, dry leaves laying among the colored. He kept walking, not taking his eyes off the ground, watching as the once colorful and patterned leaves turned dark and crumbled. The grip on his sword tightened.

The fog was starting to grow thicker. The comforting purple glow was fading. It was getting colder.

Even with his thick, sage green uniform on, he found himself starting to shiver. Something wasn’t right.

Mattias couldn’t let his mind assume the worst. He needed to be reasonable. The forest is enchanted, but in the end, it’s still a forest. There could be a storm forming, clouds could be rolling overhead, or maybe--

That’s when Mattias heard it.

He didn’t know if it was human, animal, or spirit, but he heard it.

A loud, low bellow echoed throughout the forest.

Mattias covered his ears as his heart pounded in his chest.

The sound was as harmonious as it was terrifying.

When Mattias brought his eyes back to the road, he saw a portion of the fog cleared, revealing an unfamiliar path.

He took off, sword and shield held closely as his feet hit the ground below. The frigid air hit his face, stinging his eyes as he headed downhill.

Another bellow rang out. Mattias had become so fixated on the noise--on what could be the source--that he didn’t notice the world growing darker. The vibrant, tall trees turned crooked and broken, their barks blackened, bare of any leaves. The purple light was no more, and instead, the land was being taken over by a miserable, lifeless hue of gray.

Mattias kept running and running until he finally reached the end of the path. He stopped, breathing heavily as he stared at what stood before him.

Ruins. Ruins of what seemed to be a temple.

Only a few columns--most about his height--stood, along with remains of walls, broken doorways, and a single, shattered window. What was this place? How has he never seen this before? Has he never paid much mind to his area, or was something preventing him from seeing it?

He hesitantly stepped forward.

“Is someone in there?” He asked aloud. Someone--something--made that sound. There was hardly any place to hide here. He had to find the source. They could need help, or they could be dangerous.

He stepped closer, walking under a broken half of a dark gray, stone arch. Most of the remains were made from the same materials. Dark stone, white wood for the window sills, and what seemed to be a light gray marble for the columns. He walked around the location. He found broken wood, torn books with illegible writing, and what he assumed were parts of furniture. Nothing remarkable, however, the life around the ruins--or lack of--is what caught his attention.

The trees had been reduced to stumps, vines were shriveled up, flowers and grass were dead, but the strangest of all was the fact that the ruins were standing on nothing but dry, gray, dirt. There were no mushrooms sprouting from damp areas, no moss in the cracks. Not even the dead plants were near it, as if something was preventing them from doing so.

Mattias turned the corner, nearly done getting a complete look at the temple, but he halted. There were cellar doors sticking out from the ground. Their wood was as old and busted as the rest of this place.

He went to the doors and pried them open, they hit the walls with a loud bang.

Inside were stone stairs. They were far cleaner and more stable compared to the outside. He was debating on turning back to grab a torch, given how dark the cellar seemed, but when he peered deeper inside, he caught a glimmer of a familiar, purple light. A comforting light that beckoned him, that whispered for him to come closer.

Mattias put one foot in, “Show yourself! I mean no harm!”

No response.

“I can help, there’s more of my men on the surface, you’re not alone.”

Nothing.

Mattias had no idea if there was even a person below. For all he knew, it could be another spirit, or a monster, or corpses of those who once lived here.

He walked along the steps, scanning the walls and their carvings. Small symbols with familiar shapes were engraved in the stones. Cracks ran across the walls, and while bugs would make their homes within them, there weren’t any here.

No insects, no rodents, not even mold.

He had noticed the stairs were slightly curved, spiraling and leading to who knows where. He just kept following the light.

The light grew brighter and brighter until he found the source. A lantern. A lit lantern. Someone had to be here.

He wasn’t sure if there’d be more lights below, so he slid his sword into his baldric and grabbed the lantern. The heat was hardly enough to keep him warm.

Mattias kept going. All he could do was stare at the walls, the ceiling, and the stairs. He watched as the ceiling began to grow higher and higher, how the walls gradually started to space apart, giving the stairs--and himself--more room to breathe. There were hardly any cracks anymore, instead, columns began to emerge from the side, revealing more of themselves as time went on. The steps were beginning to flatten, to the point where it felt he was walking through a grand hallway instead of the staircase he started in.

His steps would echo through the place, the fire from his lantern bathing the hall with a deep shade of purple.

Elegantly carved columns now towered above him, banners hung from their tops, and above them were baskets of wilted flowers. The ceiling had turned to a domed shape; there were paintings and carvings at the very top, but his light wasn’t strong enough to reveal them.

He looked ahead and saw another purple light. It was far fainter. Specks of light gently flew off the distant source like fireflies.

As he approached the source, he felt his foot touch something… Softer than the stone. He glanced down and saw a purple carpet lay beneath him, hardly torn and stained.

He went forward, eyes locked onto the faint light, squinting, attempting to make out what it was.

His foot hit a step, almost causing him to stumble and drop the lantern, but he was able to save himself. He carefully continued, paying attention to the floor to make sure no other steps would take him by surprise.

As he grew closer to the second light, his candle grew weaker. It flickered, flame growing smaller as the darkness around Mattias grew bigger, but he paid no mind to it.

He at last reached it. Sitting on a dark purple, wooden podium was a velvet pillow, and resting on it was a strange artifact.

He placed his lantern aside and leaned over, getting a better look at the item.

It appeared to be in the shape of an eye. He could make out the sharp corners and the curves of the eyelid. Mattias saw the rust on the gray base, it must be made from some sort of metal. The pupil of the eye was a sort of black gem, glistening off of what little light was given. There was another gem dangling from the bottom of the base, the same color as the other, but more of a thin tear shape.

What was it?

What was this place? How has he never seen this all before?

Has anyone else been here before him?

Surely, if one of his men had spotted it, they would’ve alerted him, they would’ve guided him here. If the Northuldra wanted to hide this, why would they leave such a valuable item laying out in the open? Why would they keep a lantern lit? Why would they leave the cellar doors unlocked?

He’s heard no one else, he’s seen no doors, he’s seen no signs of life.

Was he supposed to find this?

Was he supposed to be here? Mattias slowly picked his lantern back up, eyeing the artifact. He needs to bring this back, he has to find out what this is, where it’s from, who made it, anything.

Mattias carefully scooped the item into his hand, staring at it for a moment, adoring the craft, before slowly curling his hand into a fist. He didn’t want to lose this.

He turned around, more than ready to leave this strange place. The others were probably questioning what was taking him so long, why he’d yet to return, but he knew they could manage by themselves. They knew what to do and--

A sharp pain shot through his body. He grit his teeth and jerked back. The lantern fell to the floor as he leaned against the podium, trying to keep himself up.

He was burning. He’s burning. He’s on fire.

It’s all burning.

Sweat started dripping from his face. It felt like a fire was set ablaze in his chest, each breath more painful than the last.

He extended his arm and forced his hand open.

His eyes widened as he watched the relic root into his hand. The roots were a dark, dirty purple. They pulsed and dug themselves deeper and deeper into his hand, spreading more and more.

He could feel them.

Feel them all.

The roots.

Like bugs under his skin.

He felt them crawling under his arm, getting closer to his chest.

He tried to turn his hand over, to let the item fall to the floor, but he couldn’t move it. It wouldn’t listen to him. His fingers were still spread out, his arm still extended, and the pain still present.

He used his other arm and managed to grab the base. He tried to tear it out, but it wouldn’t budge. He dug his nails into his skin, trying again to pry the relic from underneath, growing more desperate as the pain intensified.

The roots were coming closer. His heart was beating.

All he could think about was the pain.

He was ready to try again, but he watched in horror as the relic began sinking into his skin.

He watched as his flesh absorbed it, as the skin wrapped and twisted around, pulling it deeper and deeper into his hand, until it became a part of it. A part of him.

His hand started to glow that familiar, accursed purple.

The tips of his fingers were starting to turn black, spreading and staining him like soot.

Before he could cry out or run for help, the roots had finally reached his chest. He felt them pulse, wriggling around, until they found what they were looking for.

He took one last breath before a sudden, scalding pain took over his heart.

He can’t breathe.

Please.

Please, no.

Let him live.

All he could do was watch as the world grew darker, engulfed by the burning sensation until his body couldn’t take it anymore.

He fell to the ground, and the world went black.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Mattias heard a voice.

His eyes fluttered open, but immediately shut again.

It was bright out. Too bright.

He heard more voices, then someone shaking him.

His eyes snapped open.

He pushed himself up, off of the cold dirt and dead leaves, and looked around. The other soldiers surrounded him, all with concerned and reassured looks on their faces.

“Oh, thank the heavens.” One man spoke, “We found you outside an--and--and you weren’t moving or responding and--” He took a deep breath, “We’re glad you’re alright, sir.”

Mattias nodded slowly, the events at the temple still fresh in his mind.

He slowly looked at his hands, the tips still stained with black. He tried to wipe them away, but they remained. Flakes of the color fluttered to the ground like ash.

“Do you remember what happened?” The man asked.

Mattias held his hands together, “Hardly.” He lied, “Perhaps I was attacked.” He looked at his surroundings again. His people stood on the colorful leaves, surrounded by flowers of all shapes and sizes, but he sat on nothing but wilted weeds and crushed leaves. Remains.

“I’ll need to recollect myself back at the base.” He said, getting on his feet.

“Do you need any medical attention--” Another soldier piped up, but Mattias cut him off.

“I’m fine. I was caught off guard, but I’m fine. We need to go.” He led the way, hands held tightly together as the horrible, crawling feeling of the roots were arising, but he moved onwards. Despite the pain, despite the urge to tear apart his skin, he shut his eyes, doing whatever he could to forget it.

#frozen #frozen 2 #frozen destin mattias #destin mattias #mattias #literally have never seen frozen 2 in my entire life im working off of 3 facts i remember about it #i wrote this just cause of mattias mattias my beloved oohhhhh mattias #not sure if i'll be adding extra chapters or not #i'll see tho!!

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sylvermyth · 7 years

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2016 Year in Fics

I’m totally stealing the idea from @caseyvalhalla (minus all the stats because I have way too many little fics....also I might’ve cheated by copy/pasting them from my fic directory.....)

Total words for 2016: 144,768

This year’s top trends:

unfinished WIP that I keep saying I’ll update

not updating said WIP

a bazillion short fics

branching out with kinkfics and rarepairs and other fandoms

Goals for 2017:

get the ball rolling on this year’s fic writing

finish at least ONE of my WIP (probably Matters of Pride)

write more in other fandoms

write more.

Eternal thanks to:

@apiegohome (waifu!) and @nicayal for keeping me motivated all year long, listening to whatever nonsense happens to be coming out my mouth at any given moment...also for the figure skating AU (and especially nicayal for your wealth of figure skating knowledge) AND also for helping host @kh-worldsconnected.

@princess-wasabi for always being enthusiastic about my writing, no matter what it is, and for providing me with so, so much art, ilusm my dear. <3

@savaage-nymph and @keybaes for also spoiling me with art

@caseyvalhalla SEMPAI NOTICED ME!! No, but seriously, chatting has been such a pleasure, and the solidarity of two non-traditional students has been very helpful these past couple months. Also your input has been indispensable

many, many others who support my writing through tags, comments, replies, IMs, etc. <3

PS: putting the fic list under the cut because it got kinda long....

Matters of Pride (WIP) Rating: T Word Count: 16,113 Pairings: Sora/Riku Fantasy, modern AU Art/fic exchange with @savaage-nymph He’d never seen someone look so removed from their surroundings; sure, everybody lived in their own bubble while riding the train, but when Sora looked at him, it was more like he was on a different plane of existence. Of course, that could have just been Sora being dramatic. Chapter 1: The 7:05 Chapter 2: Just a Scratch Chapter 3: Stalked Chapter 4: Coming to Terms Chapter 5: Instincts Chapter 6: Resources Chapter 7: Under a Dream Sky

Pilfering Silver (WIP) Rating: T Word Count: 9,768 Pairings: Sora/Riku Fantasy, genie AU #november Sora grew up as a street rat. A mysterious boy, Ku, joined him on his adventures, until one day he disappears. Sora seeks his friend afterward, and what he finds isn’t quite what he expected. Can he be reunited with the boy he’s come to care for so much? Chapter 8: Competition Chapter 9: In Favor Chapter 10: Under Scrutiny Chapter 11: Incongruent

A Branded Nobody (WIP) Rating: M Word Count: 9,119 Pairings: Platonic only; Sea Salt Trio Fantasy, slavery AU; warnings for angst/drama, self-destructive thoughts, and references of abuse. It was there, just on the edge of the sector, that Axel’s focus turned to the dull blue eyes, flat like unpolished stones, but still such a stunning hue under those lowered lids. Perhaps it wasn’t the best criteria to choose a slave by, but then, Axel had always been peculiar like that. Chapter 2: Cautious Steps Chapter 3: Nobody’s Name Chapter 4: Shades Between

Iced

Summary: All that glitters is not gold. Sometimes it’s just an overdressed ice skater trying to regain an ounce of composure after superman-bellyflopping a jump in front of his coach. But hey, everyone has off days. Since qualifying for Nationals and an unexpected locker room encounter with his fellow Sectionals medalist, Roxas has just been having a few more than usual of late.

Main pairing: AkuRoku Rating: T (for now) Chapter word count: 13,013 Co-Authors: @sylvermyth, @apiegohome, @nicayall AO3 Collection: http://archiveofourown.org/collections/Iced

- Sparks and Sparkles - Namesake - Ugly Duckling - At Second Glance - Charity Case - Shine a little

Partager (YOI) Rating: G Word Count: 1240 If anything, it was a sign of trust that Victor left Makkachin in the care of the Katsuki family. In the care of Yuuri.

Patinage (YOI) Rating: G Word Count: 3643 “Yuuri…” Victor knelt in front of him, and Yuuri hissed in pain when Victor pulled one battered foot into his lap. “How long have you been a skater, hm?” It was chiding, but Victor’s hands were gentle as he inspected tender blisters and welts. “How are you supposed to skate your best when your feet are in such a poor state?”

sentiment (YOI) Rating: G Word Count: 1050 For all that Hasetsu was completely foreign to Victor, it was almost a relief to be there. Never mind the Japanese assaulting his ears, the illegible signs, the culture that should be shocking him. The food was fantastic, the alcohol potent, and the hot springs—well, Victor was taking full advantage of that.

Glace (Yuri on Ice) Rating: T Word Count: 985 Yurio introspective. His wins feel empty, and when Victor runs off to Japan, he has a moment of self-discovery.

Coming Undone Rating: E Word Count: 2519 Pairing: VanVen Ventus fantasizes about Vanitas, even though he knows Vanitas is dangerous. Somehow, that makes it more exciting.

Girls’ Night Out Rating: T Word Count: 5180 #yyhbb Divergence from Three Kings arc: with most of Team Urameshi occupied in demon world, and Kuwabara cramming for exams, the human world is being assaulted by low-level criminals trying to take advantage of the absence of a spirit detective. However, just because there’s no spirit detective, doesn’t mean there’s no one to defend against troublesome demons. “So what do you say, Botan? How about us girls tackle the problem, this time?”

Love Lessons Rating: T Word Count: 6172 Pairing: SoRiku Riku is the socially awkward math teacher. Sora is the new PE teacher. Riku is instantly smitten, even as he embarrasses himself by spilling his coffee on Sora’s shoes. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Learning Curve Rating: M Word Count: 2329 Pairing: SoRiku Sequel to Love Lessons. Sora and Riku have done little more than kissing, until Riku suggests a night in. PWP, fluff.

statera Rating: T Word Count: 1764 Pairing: VanVen (ish) #worldsconnected 2k16 The room where Ven slept remained undiscovered, and the world met its fate, even as he waited. And waited. And still, neither Aqua nor Terra came to wake him, and really, without his friends, he had no reason to wake. So he slumbered on. No matter how well protected a place, or a person, there was always one thing that would find a way, past wards, and locked doors. Time.

I move the stars for no one Rating: G Word Count: 5592 Pairing: SoRiku (ish) #worldsconnected 2k16 …if they wanted it bad enough, humans could see the Goblin Realm, and the goblins who lived there. Sora had always been that kind of person. He was a daydreamer, and saw a little bit of magic in everything. He’d always thought that there was a little bit more to the world than the world let on, and he wasn’t wrong, even if he didn’t know it. A Labyrinth adaptation.

The draw of dreams Rating: T Word Count: 4798 Pairing: NamShi #worldsconnected 2k16 Miss Larxene and Mister Marluxia had taken her in readily enough, and they’d been gracious to her. Kind. At first. It had happened so gradually that she didn’t notice until it was too late. A sharp word over a small matter, until one word became a torrent of them, and then one day, the words were punctuated by blows. Not that anyone would’ve known, with the layers of petticoats that fashion decreed she wear, and long sleeves covering the bruises on her arms, and even if they had, who would care? She had no one.

The Light-keeper Rating: M Word Count: 2210 Pairing: AkuRoku #AkuRoku Month 2k16 The waves had broken above the rocks, leaving a trail of splintered wood, and there, clinging just above the waterline, was a man. Roxas hesitated, searching for a safe path before climbing down to his aid. “Hey. Are you alive?” Roxas groped for the the man’s arm, eyes straining against the darkness and rain that was still falling.

On the other end Rating: M Word Count: 1897 Pairing: AkuRoku Roxas froze, eyes narrowing as he processed the overheard conversation. Of course he’d only heard one side of it, and out of context at that. But even out of context, the last part of the conversation implied that Axel was lying to him about something.

Locksmith Rating: T Word Count: 1580 Pairing: Zemyx The apartment’s sole occupant, sitting in an armchair and sipping tea, was not Axel, and Demyx, in his surprise, said as much: “You’re not Axel.” “No,” the man agreed.

Appropriation Rating: M Word Count: 1887 Pairing: AkuNo Heist/con man AU where Reno runs a ‘legitimate business’ and recruits Axel.

The cake is a lie Rating: T Word Count: 2474 Pairing: AkuRoku #fandomworkday2016 There’s nothing sweet about working at Minnie’s Bakery. It’s a combination of retail and food service, with the usual run of cranky customers, and a manager who’s over-critical and overly creepy in turns. It’s really not Roxas’s day, but that’s nothing unusual. What is unusual is what’s waiting for him at the end of the day, a spark of light at the end of the tunnel. Written for Take Your Fandom To Work Day 2016.

Voyeur Rating: M Word Count: 1458 Pairings: AkuRoku Roxas likes to watch his new neighbor.

Rikuzel Rating: T Word Count: 2816 Pairings: SoRiku Rapunzel, but with Riku.

Angora Roving Rating: T Word Count: 2291 Pairings: SoRiku Easter 2k16 In which Sora decides to adopt a pet rabbit, whose name is Riku.

Self-Indulgence Rating: E Word Count: 3521 Pairings: SoRiku microphilia kinkfic Even if the cookies didn’t say “Eat me,” they were still begging to be eaten, they were still from Wonderland, and Sora still shrunk down to size. Instead of finding a way back to scale, Sora sets out to cause some mischief…and gets more than he bargained for. Part two, Incubi: Sora and Roxas are incubi, and Axel is their prey. PWP. Self-Indulgence Incubi

Organic Chemistry: Rating: T Word Count: 4808 Pairings: Zemyx, AkuRoku College AU; Christmas/Winter fic #khsecretsanta 2015 Lazy. Articulate. Enthusiastic. Hot. Zexion mentally ticked off the adjectives he’d accumulated for his chemistry professor, and tried to remember when he’d started using that last one. It was pointless and stupid to be infatuated with an instructor. Nothing would come of it except disappointment, although he had to admit, the way he fixated on the cadence of the guy’s voice during lectures made Orgo all the more interesting.

DRABBLES:

(non-KH fics) It Suits - 414 words, Kurahi (YYH), #halloween 2k16 stitch by stitch - 639 words, gen (Natsume Yuujinchou) provoked - 568 words, KuraHi (YYH) à la mode - 439 words, Keiko and Botan (YYH) small comforts - 872 words, KuraHi (YYH) Hot and Cold - 1376 words, KuraHi (YuYu Hakusho)

(KH fics) Costume Not Found - 210 words, LeaKu, #halloween 2k16 Invite - 710 words, SoRiku, #halloween 2k16 Nightmare - 690 words, #halloween 2k16 haunted house - 560 words, SoRiku, #halloween 2k16 Permanent Ink - 958 words, AkuRoku under cover - 511 words, LeaKu first impressions - 1018 words, AkuRoku, #akuroku month 2k16 Strays - 1328 words, AkuRoku, #akuroku month 2k16 Trussed - 806 words, AkuRoku, #akuroku month 2k16 Butterscotch - 835 words, AkuRoku, #akuroku month 2k16 heat sink - 450 words, AkuRoku, #akuroku month 2k16 Blocked - 712 words, AkuRoku Long Distance Call - 844 words, SoRoku Sea Salt GO - 647 words, Sea Salt Trio Intimate - 754 words, Zemyx hold on tight - 794 words, LeaKu On the grass, under the stars - 844 words, AkuRoku Inseparable - 1084 words, SoRiku Brave Lies - 465 words, SoRiku Words without Voice - 533 words, LeaKu When the Rain Comes - 836 words, LeaKu Vermilion - 988 words, AkuNo Quattro Formaggi and Kraft Mac n Cheese - 1216 words, AkuRoku Cottontail - 467 words, RiKai Tempus fugit - 1314 words, AkuRoku En Pointe - 964 words, AkuRoku Soothing Scars - 1498 words, SoRiku Sneaking about - 738 words, LeaKu Flamme Noire - 1125 words, AkuRoku (1st person) Write something beautiful - 593 words, Leon/Riku To Seal The Deal - 625 words, Larx/Dem Allegory of a Nobody - 799 words, LeaKu, about depression For You - 1312 words, SoRiku Preserving Echoes - 436 words, NamShi Duplicity - 662 words, SoRiRoku Change of Heart - 613 words, AkuSai Always - 519 words, SoRiku, tragedy Different People - 672 words, Lea/Riku Tempest - 960 words, Cleon Siren/pirate fic Stetson - 604 words, AkuRoku Bound - 539 words, SoRiku, non-explicit/non-sexual kink

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