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strangeharpy · 2 years

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My Cass/AuDy Fic Master-Post

I've been thinking about doing this for a while so I can have all my Cass/AuDy fic (up until this point) all in one place. I feel like this is especially relevant since some folks have recently reblogged/liked parts of my Cass/AuDy manifesto.

Without further ado, here are my Cass/AuDy fics and why you should read them!

light up the way - E (but the explicit part can be skipped) - This was my first major Cass/AuDy fic. It's a post-canon quasi-fix-it fic that is somewhat canon-compliant, wherein Apokine threw Cass's consciousness on the mesh before they got incinerated and AuDy collected the pieces to put into a new body. It's very introspective and partly a character study of Cass. It's also a slow burn and contains canon-typical violence. If you are iffy on the pairing, I recommend reading this fic first because it establishes a lot about why I like the pairing and I've been told that even people who aren't into the pairing found it interesting to read. This fic is complete.

Human Resources Can't Exactly Fix This - E (but the explicit part can be skipped) - In contrast to lutw, Human Resources is a very silly "everyone lives" post-canon fic wherein AuDy insinuates themself as Cass's bodyguard. It's very light-hearted and good if you want to ignore the fates of almost everyone in the finale. I have it marked as "complete" but I do have a couple of ideas of further vignettes in that 'verse that I might add later. There's no real over-arching plot to it, though.

Graveyard Whistling - T - Instead of being post-canon like much of my other Cass/AuDy work, this is nebulously pre-canon and canon-compliant. It's mission fic gone wrong with a heavy helping of hurt/comfort and emotional constipation. I can't write "confession" scenes between these two without them talking around their feelings rather than fully confronting them. I don't know if this fic will sell you on the pairing, but I deeply enjoyed writing it. This fic is complete.

i held your name inside my mouth - T - This is another post-canon "everyone lives" AU with a side of political marriage. After the events of the finale, Cass (as Apokine) is pressured to marry someone for political reasons, and they end up marrying AuDy. There's a lot of pining in this one, and once again I can't write a "confession" scene that involves directly talking about feelings. Overall I'm super proud of this one, even though I'm not sure if it would sell the ship to someone who's on the fence. There is an E-rated coda that can be skipped, too. This fic is complete.

Divine Pygmalion - T - For Secret Samol one year, I ended up trying to write a Hieron AU wherein Cass is an Ordennan who constructs Pala-din and ends up constructing AuDy based on some plates that they'd found. They go on an adventure, and there's a little bit of sick-fic and hurt/comfort near the end of what's posted. It's not complete, but I don't want to say it's dead because I absolutely want to return to it one day. While I have small bits of it posted to AO3, it's actually a Twine game that's hosted on itch.io.

I've also written a couple of fics that aren't directly Cass/AuDy but kind of imply some Cass/AuDy, and which I may write Cass/AuDy sequels to:

Renunciation, Reconciliation - T - Another post-canon, "everyone lives," fix-it AU that is largely canon-compliant. The Pelagios siblings fake their deaths during the conflict with Rigour and hide out on a backwater planet. It's very introspective and focused on the relationships between the siblings, but there is a little reference to Cass/AuDy. I'm super proud of this one, and if you aren't interested in Cass/AuDy but are interested in Cass character studies, I implore you to read this fic.

When I See You Again - T - Yet another post-canon, "everyone lives" AU that is absolutely not canon-compliant. This is much less introspective and pays some homage to something Art said about Cass being a mediocre leader at best. Cass convalesces after nearly dying in the final battle, with a heavy focus on their relationships with their friends/family. Again, there's some "blink-and-you-miss-it" references to Cass/AuDy, but that's not the focus of the fic. All in all, it's a pretty light-hearted post-canon fix-it, if that's your cup of tea.

And that's it, for now! I may keep this updated, I may not. If you've never considered this pairing before, I recommend checking out this post, which is a taste of why I ship it. Anyway, if you choose to read any of this, I hope you enjoy!

#cass/audy #cassaudy #friends at the table #fatt #f@tt #writing #fanfic #boat party is best party tbh #listen #i love this ship a lot okay?#i love robot/human relationships #i love nonbinary aliens #it's a good ship #please join me in shipping it

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seeds-and-sins · 4 years

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F**kin’ Diabolical (Chapter 3)

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Pairing: Homelander / Original Female Character, Billy Butcher / Original Female Character

Rating: M (Strong language, sexual themes)

Decription: Carly Danvers is a reporter/radio show host/annoying little piece of- For reasons unknown to Vought, she decided to start a one man investigation on Vought’s operation. Her efforts had been quite successful so far, so much so that Stillwell would have done anything to see the young girl dead. Turns out Stillwell didn’t have to do anything at all, while one piece of evidence against Vought causes Danvers to fly too close to the sun. And Homelander flies after her.

Chapter Summary; Carly wakes up in a hospital, with no idea what is going on, and she has a special visitor.

When she awoke, it was like rising to the surface of the ocean after having held your breath for so long. She jolted upward, eyes wide, sweat pooling on her body, a sizzling noise started around her and she huffed. The beeping to her right intensified, she brought her palm over her chest, wires for miles and sticky slabs attached there. She ripped them off, the beeping became louder, and her hands gripped firmly at the blankets on her...

"Shhhh..." A hushed whisper came from beside her, and from the corner of her eye a figure of red, white, and blue leaned down, breathing fanning out over her throat. She felt her breath hitch at the sensations, everything consuming her body and then the leather that pressed down onto her hand. Her head snapped in the direction of the whisperer, bright blue eyes meeting her own, a straight smile. "Shhh, now." His hand removed itself from her own, pressing now gently onto her stomach, urging her to lay back. As her head touched the pillow, her eyelids closed shut again and her breath gradually began to even out. "That's it." His footfalls distanced themselves, and when she had herself more calmed, she glanced over at him. His cape still fluttering out behind him, arms crossed as his gaze was straight out the window.

"H-Homelander," She choked out, realizing how sore her throat was, her fingers tenderly came up to clutch over the area. "What happened?" She groaned when her head throbbed once, and her palm then pressed to her temple.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" Homelander started, completely ignoring her question, her eyebrows furrowed when she heard something hit the marble floor on the other side of the door. It was like a needle in a haystack in her mind, and soon she could hear everything from afar and within, conversations, the ding on the elevator, doctors and nurses, and- "Don't worry about them, I asked you a question." Still staring out the window, his voice carried a threat that she didn't want to know the other half of. Carly swallowed, and huffed out a breath as her body relaxed in abandon into the plush sheets.

"Yes."

"I thought you were so goddamned annoying," He pointed a finger up, "But ever so brave, and tolerant, and intelligent," He faced her, pacing towards her with a half-sigh, "outspoken, soft, and compassionate." He licked his lips, she lost herself in his brilliant blue stare. "Do you remember what you told me?" Her expression contorted into confusion, he shook his head at her lack of a response, a slight smile tugging at his lips when he pondered the memory in his head, thoughtfully so. He paced back towards the window, flicking his fingers out to spread the blinds, the sun shining out onto him. "Well, I do." His voice turned stale and placid. "You told me that, 'Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power.'" His neck shot out as he heard her snort, her hand washed over her face and when she removed it, she was carrying this lethargic smile.

"Abraham Lincoln." She rasped, he smirked and nodded his head.

"Yes," He almost skipped back over to bed, pulling his cape out behind him as he settled on the edge, as if he was about to read a bedtime story. His leather glove slapped down onto her free hand, trembling slightly from some of the leftover adrenaline as she woke. The longer she stared at his smile, the more her own had come to droop. It was altogether eerie, and intimidating. He cocked his head at her, almost admiring her, but with that smile she couldn't tell what he was doing, or going to do. "I can't wait to see what you do with all of that power." His words sent shivers through her, thoughts and unshakable memories, and she sat up again, all to abruptly. "Now, what did I say?" He warned sternly, she flipped her hand over and grabbed his, gripping it with all of her might. He allowed her to do so, feeling the strength in her grip was all the more exciting. She would be perfect, and Stillwell could go fuck herself, corporate could go fuck themselves.

"I-I-No-That's impossible." His lips pursed, other hand reaching up to cup her cheek, thumb caressing down over her lips, his cheek twitched at the thought that he might finally rip into them full force without worrying about killing her. He immediately dropped his hand limply, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek.

"I wish it was so." No, he didn't. "But this is a good thing. You're like me, now."

"Homelander, I don't ev-" He interrupted her with an eye roll that translated into amusement.

"Shhh, you don't have to say anything. I will take care of all of this, alright?" He patted the sheets and his smile turned more into a tight lipped. "For now, you need to be careful, okay? You are armed and extremely dangerous, as they say..." He snorted, leaning in and whispering from the corner of his lips. "The last thing Vought needs is you wrecking an entire hospital." He laughed as if it was some joke. "So, I will go see about some clothes for you and we will get this show on the road, huh?"

"C-Clothes?" Her lips parted, the shock finally hitting her as she realized that the nightmare she just woke up from, it was real.

"Yeah, your other ones..." He relayed a false cringe and shrugged. "Bullet holes. Everywhere." She gasped, but his finger wouldn't let her as it shot up to her lips. "But that's okay, alright? It's completely under control, now. I am very proud of you actually, you did so good for your first time." He praised with a coo.

"But what did I do?!" She blurted out, a panic attack starting to come on. She tried to temper it with deep breathed, rational thinking, Homelander simply watched. His head tilted and he winked at her, pointed comically and then stood up, peeling away her hand.

"Nice try, but I will have that be a surprise."

"Please, stop." She whimpered out, tears sliding down her cheeks. "What-I-I'm scared."

"Ohh, Carly..." He crossed his arms. "You should have thought of that before you broke into a fucking lab, huh? I mean, really, I told you to stay away and well..." He shrugged, then began a sway towards the door, a chippier way about his step. He grabbed the handle on the door and looked back at her one more. "You and I are going to have a lot of fun. I can already see it." He disappeared out the door and Carly sat with her lips parted in shock, furious tears streaming down her cheeks. All the blood and the gore, and then the fire, oh the fire. She did that with her eyes?! She closed her eyes, fingertips tracing over her thin eyelids and then she sobbed. Her body hunched over and she cried hard, holding her elbows with so much might she wondered if she could break her own self into pieces. She wanted to. The idea was thrilling almost, that she could die right this moment. She wished she could.

It was chilly, what little light that reflected through the sliding glass door settled onto Carly's navy blue dress. The sounds of conversation and classical music muffled by the outside. Though the clouds carried over the sky and what little stars could be seen, Carly felt more comfortable in the suffocating atmosphere than inside. She heard the glass doors slide open behind her, politely choosing not to glance over at her company. In fear of it being another guy she had been trying to evade that night.

"Now my, oh my, I must be quite lucky..." Her eyebrows furrowed at the familiar jest, the warmth settled at her side and she finally met his steel gaze. He grinned at her, openly looking her up and down, sending a wink in her direction. If it were anybody else, they'd be head over heels at the presence of the great and mighty Homelander, but Carly was hardly stunned. No one was truly famous or popular in her eyes, and Homelander soon found it so at the way her heart rate remained at its regular pace, no blood pressure rising over normal, sweaty palms, or frantic shyness. "To find myself in such gorgeous company." He finished, she nodded at him and then continued admiring the skyline. "It's awfully cold out here, sweetheart, what finds you all alone?"

"I don't really like people."

"Oh, come on, people like you I'm sure." She knew that it was all an act, and his eyebrows furrowed when her stare read right through him. Strands of dirty blonde fluttering in the wind as that wind brushed past them, she leaned more into the metal railing and cocked her head at him curiously.

"Ya'know I could ask you the same thing myself, right?"

"What, exactly?" He crossed his arms, finding his back against the railing as his eyes now focused on the crowd of aristocrats and rich folks inside, swarming like bees to their honey.

"What are you, the fierce and magnificent Homelander, doing out here?" He snorted, chin dropping to his chest and then he tilted his attention towards her with a handsome smirk.

"Fierce and magnificent, huh?"

"Yes, that's what everybody thinks, right?"

"Hmmm." She heard the rubber of his glove squeak in his fist, jaw tightening as his eyes hovered for too long over her chest. She cleared her throat, crossing her arms and his eyes found hers again.

"You're not abusing your powers are you?" He chuckled darkly and bit at his lip for a moment, then shook his head.

"What powers exactly do you speak of?"

"You do have x-ray vision last time I checked. You can see through everything..." She walked out in front of him and his eyes followed behind her as she found herself on the other side of him, against the railing again. She considered him with a seductive grace that made his lips part and his irises widen with arousal. "Even through my dress."

"I suppose I could, is that an invitation?" He stepped closer, perhaps to get a reaction out of her, testing the waters, by shortening the distance between them. For a moment, as close as he was, she welcomed the body heat in this cold.

"Even if it wasn't, you'd do it anyways." They were inches away from each other, the urge to just grab her, was very present in her mind. His foot came out to get even further, their chests touching and he had to look down to get a better view of her. She was absolutely stunning, all plush lips, bright eyes, and acute features. She certainly would be one of the most beautiful to have graced his presence. Granted, he hadn't even gotten permission yet, but the urge to just take her either way was crawling through him. Her palm met his pectoral and she had done it in this way that made her all the more alluring. "You know, there is this quote that makes me think of you..." He gulped, hoping to hide the desperation to hear and know her next words, perhaps all the more sexual and then all the more an invitation for him to just have her right here on this balcony. An absolute stranger of a woman, but he could care less.

"Tell me." His voice cracked, even though he was trying so hard to keep himself composed. His fingers had left dents in the railing, surely, from how hard he was trying to restrain himself.

"Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power." Homelander wasn't sure if the words annoyed him, or more enthralled in her mystery, but he wanted more of it and that really did annoy him. She then subtly brushed all of herself against him as she passed to rejoin the party. She turned in stride and back peddled towards the glass door. "And also, you really shouldn't flirt with everything that walks your way, Homelander. You might not like who you bump into." She teased, disappearing through the doors and into the sea of people, his eyes still following her as she went.

Later that night, while Stillwell and him had found themselves off on the sidelines, having a brief conversation about the night's events, he asked about her.

"Oh, her? Not worth your time. That's Carly Danvers, and she's a fucking splinter in my ass."

"That, so?" Homelander's jaw tightened, he hadn’t stopped looking at her the whole night. For someone that didn't really like people, she knew how to play a crowd very well.

"She hates Vought, and has been doing an investigation on us, what a little bitch." Homelander tried to hide his smirk as he sipped from his glass.

"Hmm, why did Vought invite her then?"

"It's all publicity, John. The girl is an absolute train wreck for us, but the closer she is the less we have to worry about her, I guess." He nodded his head silently, but in all actuality, he really couldn't stop looking under that dress.

She didn't realize how hard it was to control one's strength with this much power. After finding some self control in Homelander's absence, she decided to get the hell out of there; A lot easier said than done. As soon as she put her feet down, little cracks formed in the tile, she was practically tiptoeing and still crack after crack forming as she went. There was no way she wasn't going to draw any attention to herself, especially the way she was trying so hard to refrain from blinking or swinging her arms around. She was like a ticking time bomb without a clock, ready to explode at any point in time, she could accidentally kill everybody in a matter of seconds. What scared her even more was blacking out again, and then killing everybody without even being present for it.

In her efforts to prevent herself from putting her feet through the floor, she didn't realize how much time had passed. The door opened and in came Homelander, she wasn't prepared for his entrance. And even as he stood before her, she tripped over her own tippy toes and landed on the foot rest of the bed, causing the metal bars to dent inward and break in half under her weight. Homelander sighed, he closed the door behind him, a set of clothes in his hand, he tossed them onto the side of the bed that wasn't horribly broken.

"What did I tell you, Carly? Look at this..." He muttered something under his breath as he wrapped his arm under her armpit and picked her up to drag her towards the bed. She sat down, although it was now slanted downwards, and she crossed her arms in a pout. "Look at the tile, Carly. You fucked up the tile." He snapped, gesturing to the white marble that was now tarnished with cracks and dents in the shape of feet. In an effort to ignore him, Carly grabbed the clothes he had found for her, a part of her wondering why it had taken so long. Then she saw, a familiar pair of sweatpants, lingerie red underwear and an ACDC shirt...

"These are my clothes." Homelander took a deep breath, and crossed his arms.

"I had to swing by your apartment, I didn't know what size you wore." Her eyebrows furrowed at him.

"And how did you know where I live?" He could have looked it up, but his reaction in regards to her question told her otherwise. She didn't know why it was this particular thing that made her snap, but it did, it really did. She stood up, feet leaving harsh imprints in the tile and she stormed up to him. Her finger pointed, accusing in his face and she grunted angrily, trying to find the right words for how irritated she was. "I want to know what the fuck is going on?! How do I go back to being normal again?! I am not some hero! This is fucked up and-and..." her words trailed off, eyes going wide as her head started to level with Homelander's and beyond. She looked vacantly down at her now floating feet, swinging her arms and legs around. All rationality left her and she reached out for Homelander, who was amused, taking in the spectacle before him. "Homelander, please! Help!" His thumb and point fingers gripped under his chin as he analyzed her approach towards the ceiling.

"Fascinating feeling, isn't it?"

"Please! Let me down! Help! This is wrong! This feels weird-This-"

"Alright, alright! Just fucking shut up for once." He grabbed her wrists and yanked her back down to his level, using his body to take in the momentum of her descent and she collided hard against his chest. She grabbed his shoulders with that strong grip of hers, his hands still thumbing along the pulse points on her wrists and he smiled down at her. She huffed defeat and dropped her forehead to his chest plate.

"What do I do?" She mumbled, and Homelander's hands found either side of her head, forcing her to look back up at him again. The bleary, teary eyed look she gave him sent something through him and he sighed, shaking his head. Matching those beautiful eyes of hers with his own somewhat amused, somewhat enthralled look.

"You listen to me, and you do exactly as I say. Do you understand?"

"But-"

"Shhh..." His hands shoved her face back into his chest, despite her physical protests, and he rested his chin on her head, giving her a false comfort. "You belong to Vought now, Carly. And you belong to me." He said those words with such sinister satisfaction. Hearing those words was when Carly knew, without a doubt, that she had made a grave mistake. A big one.

#homelander x ofc #billy butcher x ofc #madelyn stillwell #homelander #Billy Butcher #the boys

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askmamabrin · 7 years

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Hey momma Brin. Soooo pride is coming up, and for my city it's on Father's Day. So I asked my dad if I had to stay home or if I could go to pride. I thought it was going well until I said I wanted to "go do queer stuff". And.... he got all offended, like he said "I can't believe you would ask me that". I think it was just the way I asked but it still hurt. I'm his kid. I'm queer, and prefer that term, so it hurt for him to act like I had just asked to go do something awful...

Long response ahead, as per usual. And it looks like I’m getting it in under the wire, too. Sorry it took so long.

So, ok. I hear this. Now … I don’t know the relationship between you and your dad, and I don’t know if you have siblings, or if it’s just you and him … now, I know it’s not super fun, but …. have you considered asking your dad to come with you to Pride? I don’t know what your particular pride plans are (ie, the queer stuff), but it’s possible that you both might benefit from you taking him to his first pride - he’s your dad, it might be nice for him to see into your world, to see people like you who are happy, proud of themselves, surrounded by other people like them. It might be good for him to see that you have a future and that being queer doesn’t mean you’re going to come to some bad outcome, or that whatever concerns he has for you aren’t the only possible outcomes.

He might even be able to see PFLAG parents and learn a bit more about how to support you. I think as queer folk we don’t always see how little our parents understand us and our lives, and we also don’t see just how much terrible messaging they get from the rest of the world.

I’m a father, as I’m sure you know and I do get hurt a little when my daughters plan other things on Father’s Day, or worse, aren’t with me at all. It really sucks. And while I understand that as they get older, they develop lives of their own, or having two houses sometimes scheduling conflicts arise, it still sucks. Dads, for a lot of reasons - often self-inflicted, get a bad rap, or don’t get as much credit as parents most of the time, and Father’s Day is supposed to be the day that’s all about celebrating us as fathers, instead of, like, birthdays which celebrate you as a person, you know?

Maybe this could be an opportunity for you to let him see this window into your life, to share your life with him and spend time together. It’s another way to celebrate Father’s Day - maybe instead of doing the same old thing, or set of things you normally do on Father’s Day, you can give him the gift of sharing your life with him. You can assure him that no one’s likely to think he’s gay - we’re pretty good at spotting the straights at Pride :P And if they do, then be flattered if someone finds him attractive - it’s a pretty good feeling when someone finds you attractive, right? But you can assure him that no one is going to expect anything from him or expect him to do anything, if that’s a concern of his.I know it might crimp your style and drain your mojo to be out at Pride with your dad, but it might be kind of cool and interesting too. That’s the trade off you’d be making. “Listen dad, I’m not getting laid tonight because I’m choosing to share this with you, Happy Father’s Day” isn’t exaclty a Hallmark card, or the best way to phrase it, but I’m sure you can get the sentiment across.And yeah, telling him that you wanted to skip out on spending time with him so you could go do queer stuff probably hurt him more than he’s willing to say - and not because of queer stuff, or even you calling it queer stuff, but because you’re choosing queer stuff over him on what’s supposed to be “his” day. And asking if you “have” to stay home, instead of asking if it was alright if you left to go to pride, was not the softest, kindest way to ask him for permission to leave. It makes it sound like you think spending time with him is a chore. Even if it were true, it’s not really a kind, loving thing to say, you know? Dads have feelings too, even if we’re not always the best about sharing them with our kids. Whatever you do next, I would consider offering your dad a sincere apology for hurting his feelings.

I can’t speak to your relationship with your dad. My dad and I had a complicated but close relationship and we had our misunderstandings, too. Honestly, this will be the second Father’s Day I have to celebrate without my dad and it really fucking sucks. I’d give just about anything to be able to visit with him on Sunday but I will never get to do that again.

If you have any kind of decent or better relationship with your dad, do what you can to appreciate it while you have it. I wish like hell I could have taken my dad to some kind of Trans Pride event so he could see that while being who I am comes with danger he didn’t face, it also comes with joy I’d have to deny myself in order to avoid it.

Otherwise, if you can’t get him to come out to Pride with you and celebrate your relationship that way, then I recommend finding some kind of compromise. Maybe skip the parade and head to the gayborhood after dinner and presents to other celebrations. Or go to the parade and come back for dinner and presents and a movie night with Dad or something.

I understand that it would suck to miss out on Pride. But I promise you that there will be a Pride Parade every year for the rest of your life. I can not make you the same promise about your dad being there on Father’s Day.

#father's day #fathers day #pride #lgbtqia #queer #dad #dads #parents #parenting #childing #lgbt #lgbtq #q #hey anonny-nonny #ask brin

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