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x-authorship-x · 6 months

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So, you have a lot of bookmarks on AO3, which I love to go through, because you have good taste. But I must know, are there any fics, from any fandom, that are pretty much your all time favorites?

Hiya

Yeah I do have a lot 🤭 over 7K on my side of things (I know some people are super picky about what they bookmark but I just do what a finished and liked, and l I like 95% of what I finish anyway, because I prefer to filter my own bookmarks when rereading...) and generally I will say that they're all good in their own ways. My big favs? Regardless of fandom?

Hm.... This is off the top of my head

Disclaimer: be very mindful of tags, warnings, and ratings! This is also not in any way meant to stir discourse and I'll just block people if they try something

Update: had to slash my link numbers as even my drafts (almost twenty of them lol) wouldn't save SO-!

Naruto

Tobirama/Kagami (I tagged this "Kagami hauls ass out of the ground" because I desperately need that shortcut to finding it) ⬇️

Summary: It’s just his luck that whoever revived him lacked the courtesy to summon him onto a nice bloody battlefield. No, instead he’s underground, probably in his own fucking coffin and wearing his own goddamn corpse. He hopes he remembers this when his soul is re-released into the Pure Lands; he’s going to kick Tobirama’s ass for inventing Edo Tensei in the first place.

Mild crossover with Venom, Team 7 genfic BAMFness (this fic is enshrined in my mind) ⬇️

Summary: By all accounts, Sakura is dead for the first five minutes of her life.

Yet, she continues. If she occasionally has too many, too sharp teeth then that's their business.

Team 7 & Rookie 9... Hysterical, that's probably the word for this masterpiece of comedy (I cry every damn time it gets to Genma interrupting the alley fight) ⬇️

Summary: Kakashi comes down with a cold seven(ish?) days after he passes his first genin team. He knew children were a bad idea but he didn't think it would change anything this fast.

Bnha/My Hero Academia

This fic is the one I rec to get people to actually read fanfic for the first time (and it always works)⬇️

Summary: Heroes lead by Bakugo.

Villains lead by Midoriya.

Seven days prep time.

Three days for Izuku Midoriya to show why they should be glad he's not a real villain.

The Quirk-science in this Todoroki-centric (subtle reincarnation) fic is just so delicious ⬇️

Summary: Todoroki Shouto has memories that he didn't make on his own, motor skills that his brain doesn't know how to parse, and a love of science and mathematics and physics that means he broke down his Quirk into its most intricate, universe-bending components at the age of seven.

In one universe, he wants to become a hero. In this one, even though he doesn't want to, he might have to.

Hawks-centric fix it BAMFness because hello to that insane quirk, insane backstory training and bleeding heart!⬇️

Summary: After the incident at USJ the Hero Public Safety Commission is concerned about the security of UA. With All Might still a target and a member of the staff they offer to add another hero to their roster to boost their security as well as appease the public.

Hawks does not want this job. He has many other jobs that need doing.

The kids are kind of cool though. They make him laugh.

In which Hawks unwillingly adopts children by the bucket loads and learns some things about himself in turn.

Then the League of Villains happens and his newfound teaching knowledge gives him IDEAS

Okay so this was originally about three times as long BUT Tumblr won't let me post that many links together and it's getting very late for me SO so I'll quit here but...! If anyone wants more recs, the rest of my list (which were other fandoms) or if anyone has a rec for me/my followers, go ahead and drop into my askbox!

Happy reading, Anon! Do let me know if you try any of these and what you think of them!

#torship #torship talks #ask #anon #torship recs #fic recs #fanfic recs #fanfic #naruto #bnha #mha #tobirama x kagami #team seven #class 1a #todoroki family #bnha hawks

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rhysismydaddy · 4 years

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After Midnight pt. 5 (Feysand)

Woooo it’s done :) Sorry it took an ~insane~ amount of time. Most the time I’m not this shitty with updating fics, but it’s been a really weird, hectic couple of weeks. Thanks for being patient and reading!

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~Feyre~

Honestly, I don’t know why I’m being so dramatic about this.

I knew it had to end at some point. I just didn’t expect to feel... regret.

I don’t regret anything that happened that night, or even the fact that I’d vastly overstepped my boundaries and paid for his cousin’s treatment.

That isn’t where the regret stems.

It comes from the fact that I left in the first place.

Six days after we were together, my skin still tingles whenever I think about his touch, the raw possession in his hands that somehow still managed to be gentle. I shiver whenever I think of his mouth on mine, his smile against my lips.

Leaving him after that hadn’t been easy by any measure, but it would’ve been much harder to do if he had been awake.

And this way, he knows it was nothing he did.

Besides be a good listener, and being more compassionate than anyone I’ve ever met, and handsome, and funny.

Nope, it was none of those reasons. It was because I, a self-admitted idiot, can’t keep my heart from wanting more. From wanting it to be real.

Like I said, I’m an idiot.

Even if... even if it sometimes felt like I wasn’t. I mean, there had to be a reason he was so unbelievably patient with me, right? A reason he looked at me with curious, attentive eyes that told me more than words ever could?

Pushing those thoughts away, I remind myself that it’s done. Over. I made my decision. Thinking about how dumb it was wasn’t going to get me anywhere.

And I had places to go.

It had been such a short time since the last appointment, but so much had changed in my life. All good change, but change nonetheless.

I’m starting over; reinventing myself. So what if I’m twenty-seven and single and have no idea what I’m doing?

So what if I can’t stop thinking about Rhys’s smile, or the fact that our last appointment was supposed to be tomorrow?

Sighing, I turn over in bed and pull the covers above my head. No small part of me wishes I had his phone number so I could call him, hear him say my name.

But I don’t, and it’s for a reason. He doesn’t get personal with clients, and I was just a client to him.

I have no way of contacting him, of telling him that I regret leaving, and it’s a good thing.

I repeat the words to myself just before I go to sleep, the lie bitter on my tongue.

It’s Friday.

Which, a week ago would’ve meant I would get dressed and go to work, not pay attention to what I was doing at all, and then meet Rhys. But I had rightfully ended things, so I didn’t need to do that.

And I don’t need to go to work.

Instead, I force myself to make breakfast and get dressed. Then I clean my entire house top to bottom, go on a run, ate lunch, and balance my checkbook.

But when the clock reads six, there's no more denying it. I'm bored. And lonely.

So I do what any clinically insane woman would do: I go to the hotel, grabbing my art supplies as I leave. Getting in the car, I laugh as I look at the faded leather bag in my hands.

It’s been ages since I’d reached for it so thoughtlessly. Once upon a time, this bag had been an extension of my arm, but I hadn’t thought about it since before the breakup. But now... I want to paint.

And suddenly, I know exactly how I’m spending my evening.

I drive to the hotel and get my key--for some reason I never cancelled the reservation--then head up to the room, frowning when I think about walking through this doorway with Rhys.

How do I miss someone I hardly know?

Although, that isn’t really true. It’s only been a little over a month, but I feel like I do know him. I know what makes him laugh, what his favorite food is. I know the feel of his skin, the way his eyes crinkle when he’s annoyed. I know him.

It doesn’t matter.

I won’t ever see him again, but maybe... maybe I can give myself something to hold on to.

I walk into the room, mess with the lights until the room is cast in soft, buttery light, and set up my art station.

And then, for the first time in years, I paint.

By the time I’ve finished the small piece, I’m smiling and feeling lighter than I have since... since last Friday. But I’m also hungry, so when I hear a knock on the door, I run over, assuming it’s my room service order.

It’s not.

My jaw hits the floor as I look up at Rhysand, who looks just as surprised to see me, even though he’s the one who knocked on my door.

For a weird moment, we just stare at each other.

Normally, I’d say something, maybe ask why he’s here, but I’m just so damn happy to see him.

He’s tall and beautiful and smells like the ocean, and I realize then how much I’ve missed the twinkle in his eye, the curve of his lips.

His eyes run over me, and then he glances behind me to where the make-shift, wobbly easel I keep in my bag still stands in front of the bed.

“You’ve been painting.”

I nod. Given the paint-splatters on my hands and clothes, that’s pretty obvious. I have no idea what to say, so I just state the obvious. “You’re here.”

It comes out equal parts question, statement, and accusation.

“So are you,” he shoots back.

True.

I have no idea why he’s here, but I know I don’t want him to leave, so I swing the door open wider in silent invitation.

He takes it and walks in, looking at the rumpled bed and art supplies, then walking over to the easel curiously.

Then I remember what I painted.

And suddenly, all thoughts of why he might have come are long gone. All that remains is the blind panic that he’ll see what I’ve done and run for the hills.

“Wait, don’t!” I shout, hauling ass to stand in front of him with my hands raised like a linebacker. “It’s... you can’t see it.”

Those violet eyes dance as his lips twitch. “Why not?”

“It’s not done.” Not true. Finished it twenty minutes ago. He’s turned me into a filthy liar, and we both know it.

“Move.”

I shake my head.

“Feyre, this is cute and all, but you weigh like a hundred pounds. Move, or I will move you.” I narrow my eyes, ready to go down fighting, and he laughs. “Please?”

The word gives me pause, and I know he’s not leaving until he sees it, so I sigh and move aside.

He sticks out his tongue as he brushes past me, but the smugness leaves his face as he looks down at the small canvas and sees the subject.

It’s him.

It’s the image that’s been in my head for seven days now. The image of him laying in the bed exhausted and ruffled, covers drawn to his waist.

His tan chest is on full display, tattoos stark against the white sheets, and his hair is ruffled. His face--which took me the longest to get right--is peaceful as he sleeps, even though there are laughter lines around his full mouth.

It’s how he looked when I left him.

Real-life Rhys looks at the bed, then me. “You painted me.”

His voice is full of light, but I suddenly realize how fucking creepy this is. “Uh, yeah. Sorry?”

He gives me a strange look but changes the subject to something even more uncomfortable without missing a beat. “Is this how I looked when you left?”

I look at the floor, suddenly finding it interesting, but a hand on my chin forces my eyes back to his.

“Yes.” It’s a whispered admission, but he hears it.

“Why?”

“I had to,” I defend weakly.

“No, you didn’t. You chose to.” His hand falls away, and his tone grows a little... irritated? “I’ve been looking for you, by the way. I went to the coffee place you mentioned liking every day this week. I even went to the museum, but they said you quit.”

A smile finds its way on my face as I nod. “I’m going to go back to painting, I think.”

His eyes are soft, even though his jaw is still set. “You can’t paint me any time you want, but I’ll expect commission.”

I roll my eyes, cheeks flushing. Rhysand grows quiet, his eyes searching mine, and I know he’s thinking of the perfect way to phrase whatever he’s about to say.

“Why are you here, Feyre?”

It’s a simple question. Or at least it should be. But there’s no one answer.

I’m here because I miss him.

I’m here because I wanted to think about our time together, however brief it was.

I’m here because I wanted to feel like how I do when I’m with him.

I could tell him any one of these reasons, and they’d be true. But they’d still be a lie, because the real reason I drove here tonight... “I’m here because I was hoping you’d be here, too.”

Rhys smiles, and his hand is back on my face, cupping my cheek this time. “Well that works out well, because that’s why I’m here.”

Disbelief and joy shoot through me, leaving me a little confused. “What?”

“I’m here because I thought you might com here, and I wanted to see you. So I could thank you for what you did.”

Oh.

Right.

It had taken selling an old piece to one of my longest clients, but seeing the expression on his face right now makes the hassle well worth it.

It’s nice seeing him happy, even if the disappointment in my chest is almost crushing. He’s here to thank me, because of his cousin.

I open my mouth to speak, but he presses a finger to my lips to shut me up. “I’m not done yet.”

My eye brows fly up, and he smiles. “I’m here to yell at you for leaving me in the middle of the night, with a goddamn note no less.”

Yet again, he cuts me off when I try to speak. “Who tells someone they have feelings for them in a note? Fucking Jane Austen, that’s who. The next time you have compliments and sweet nothings to shower on me, you’re doing it in person.”

My lips twitch under his finger, drawing his gaze. And his voice goes a little deeper as he continues, “I’m here to tell you it was dumb to leave, because I don’t think of you as just a client, either. You’re more to me, even though I tried to fight it.”

Oh my gods.

“And lastly, I’m here to kiss you until you believe that. I’m here to show you how much you’re not just a client to me. I’m here because I’m desperate for you, and I don’t want to spend another minute denying it to myself.”

Rhysand grows silent, the finger on my lips finally slipping away. “I’m done now.”

I don’t know what to say, really.

Everything I thought I knew was wrong. And he... I...

I may not have a clue what I want to say, but I at least know what I want to do.

So I do it.

I practically jump on him, my hands locking around his neck and bringing his face down to mine so I can kiss him.

Relief and happiness and a million other emotions course through me as our lips meet, and from the way he kisses me back, he’s feeling them too.

It’s a frenzy--a wild clash of two people determined to get closer, to take more.

We hit the floor, but I hardly notice it and I definitely don’t complain, because I’m sprawled on top of him. I’m partially aware that all the paint on my clothes is seeping into his, but neither of us seem to care.

Rhys pulls back enough to growl, “A note.”

I mumble a reply, but I don’t know if it makes any sense, because his mouth is on my neck and I can’t hold down solid thoughts.

All I can think is that I want his skin against mine, so I reach and tug his shirt off, then pull him back down to me. My arms are around his shoulders, legs around his waist, and his hips churn against mine in a way that makes us both breathless.

His hands find the hem of my shirt, then it’s on the floor next to my head and his mouth is on my beast, teasing me until I squirm helplessly underneath him.

“Rhys, please.”

Ignoring me entirely, he just kisses his way to my other breast, giving it the same treatment. I’m restless and just a little desperate at this point, but he pays it no mind as his mouth moves down my stomach.

Rough, calloused hands lift my hips, then slide my remaining clothes down my legs, leaving me bare before him.

The pause gives me enough time to realize we’re still on the floor, but then his mouth finds the apex of my thighs, and I stop caring.

I moan, hips lifting to give him better access.

He’s making it clear exactly how much he missed me, because while being with him is usually long and luxurious and sensual, it’s now... ravenous. I feel like I’m being devoured, and I love it.

My body finds release quickly, but Rhys doesn’t stop until I climax again, name falling off my lips in a breathy tone I hardly recognize.

He prowls back up my body and kisses my mouth, proving everything he said ten minutes ago once again. My legs fall open further as he pauses to remove his jeans and roll a condom on, then a hand on my hip keeps me still as he pushes into me, eyes meeting mine the entire time.

My head falls back, digging into the carpet, and he kisses my neck as he begins to move.

My body’s already fatigued and satiated, but it comes alive under his touch, reacting instantly to the indecent roll of his hips.

“You feel so good,” he groans at my ear, the words doing very little for my sanity.

If I had the ability to form words, I’d respond. But I don’t, so I stay silent.

Well, not silent, but I stay murmuring absolute jibberish as his hips move against mine. He speeds up, and I arch against him, loving the way he wraps his arms around me to keep me close.

His mouth is back on mine, tongue meeting mine in a desperate, heady way that makes me groan.

Release begins to build once again inside me, and he somehow senses it, reaching between my legs to work the bundle of nerves there. I go over the edge, legs and arms trembling from their hold around him.

Rhys follows suit, murmuring my name over and over as his motions get a little sloppy, then stop altogether.

Our breathing comes heavy and fast, and for a minute, we just lay there, both of us incapable of doing anything more.

Once I finally regain the ability to breathe, I mutter, “So, you have feelings for me.”

He grunts in acknowledgement, making me smile. “You have feelings for me, too.”

I don’t feel like grunting, so I say, “I do.”

He sighs, rolling us onto our sides. “Like I said, no self-control.”

“I blame you.”

His violet eyes twinkle as he props himself on an elbow and looks down at me. “Me and my good looks take full responsibility.”

I smile again and realize how happy I am. I’m on the floor and covered in paint, but I’ve never felt more beautiful or important. And it’s because of him.

“I don’t know how to be in a relationship anymore,” I admit, scared but knowing more than anything that I want to try.

Rhys shrugs, leaning to press a soft kiss to my lips. “I figure we’ll argue a lot and have really great sex.”

“Works for me.”

“As long as you paint me again. Preferably nude this time.”

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I am tired I apologize if I missed stuff editing. Thanks for reading!! Feel free to drop asks in the box :) I have a few I’m working on.

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cbapk · 5 years

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Hey so I know I said I’d be back on here more often a longass fucking time ago but life has just been kicking my ass for the last few months.

Like for real.

My mental state? Fucked. My bank account? Also fucked. Commissions? Still in progress. T&E? Untouched.

So for the sake of transparency here’s the Life Lowdown.

Early/mid-June I moved cross-country, from Illinois to Arizona. I’m still settling in.

I’m in deep shit concerning credit card debt.

I’m in college again, online.

My birth certificate is in the U-Haul that I can’t get into yet, and I need a new social security card before I can even consider getting a job, so I need my birth certificate.

I’ve spent the last four months as masc-presenting instead of fem-presenting or non-conforming and it’s been weird.

My ribs, back, neck, knees, and wrists are all fucked in varying degrees and I can’t go to the hospital for any of it, so that’s fun. (Honestly though it’s not serious I’m just getting concerned about my ribs since I don’t actually know what’s wrong with them yet, unlike the other issues.)

I’m still in writing Hell on my commissions, but I’m finally getting somewhere with it thank God.

I’m doing drawing commissions now too but no one has commissioned me so I’ll be making a post on here too maybe and not just my main.

I have so many plans and ideas for T&E and I’m about to go feral because I haven’t been able to work on it because of the commissions eating up all of my time.

And that’s basically it?

So anyways even though I hate begging for money (especially immediately after coming back to this blog), I’m gonna throw my PayPal and Ko-Fi links down and if anybody can throw some money my way I’d appreciate it.

Also, I’ve got like 4 chapters left on one of my commissions so I think I’ll actually (for real this time) finally have time to work on T&E here soon.

Aaaaand now that I’m back this blog is probably gonna undergo some reconstruction and reworking? Like updated tags and such, especially since I don’t actually rp on this blog and haven’t since Violet had to yeet themself off the platform a while back. I’ll probably be making a sideblog for that at some point? Dunno.

Thanks for reading, hope to be seeing y’all more often this time around.

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runningwolf62 · 5 years

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SURPRISE IT’S UPDATE TIME! It’s so bizarre being writing this at the same time Larry is because there’s like this weird overlap, we’re like ships passing in the night he’s finally caught up to my time and now is about to pass me.

Anyway, there’s some lovely art in here and a reference to a blog that actually exists, @ask-potoo-firestar. Art belongs to @lavendersongs, thank you for your amazing contribution to the Warrior Cats fandom and for giving me permission to include references to it in this fanfic.

Beep.

Larry curls up deeper under his blankets.

Beep.

He covers his head with his pillow.

Beep.

Fine, he’ll crawl out of his nest and see what had happened, maybe Nick was in trouble again, that Godot guy seemed to have a grudge against him for something.

u ok?

Only Nick texts like that.

haven’t seen u in few days

u alive?

Larry almost fires something back before thinking better of it, Nick had far too many people around him die to joke about that.

Yeah I’m fine, and you usually don’t see me for awhile.

yeah but u had a rough time

Larry hesitates before deciding to just call Nick. The phone rings a few times before Nick answers.

“Hey Larry,” he greets him, Larry can hear voices in the background, he thinks one is Maya, the other is young and high so probably Pearl.

“Hey Nick,” Larry runs a hand over his jaw, aw gross he’d ended up with that scraggly beard, he never looked good with that, he needed to go shave, “you in a crisis?”

“No?” Nick has the gall to sound offended, “I do not only call you during crisises!”

“Mmm might wanna check you phone bill there Nicky Boy,” Larry teases him, his voice is rough, he should haul himself out of bed and start putting himself back together.

“You want to talk about having a crisis you sound like you’ve been on a bender,” Nick fires back, Larry frowned and groused at him.

“Don’t be an ass Nick, I’ve been taking a week off, chilling and relaxing before I remake myself! You called while I’m still in the cocoon man!”

“That metaphor started strong but you took it somewhere very weird,” Nick replies, Larry laughs roughly.

“Alright, alright, you’re the one who texted me,” Larry points out, wrapping his blanket around him like a cloak to hide his shame from the world and stay warm from the chillier October day. He crossed to his laptop to open his resume, he’d need to update it and he might as well do that while chatting with Nick rather than sit around feeling shitty about it.

He chats with Nick, and Maya and Pearl when they demand a chance to chat with him. He interrogate Nick, or tries, but he doesn’t know what’s up with Godot either, other than he’s got one hell of a caffeine addiction, came out of nowhere and claims to be from hell.

Given half the stories Larry’s heard about Nick’s cases he’s tempted to believe it.

“Maybe you ought to have an exorcism performed,” he teases, he’s on speaker phone now and he’s sure they can hear him typing away as he adds his latest job to the long master list of jobs he’s held, “Maya, Pearl, can you do that?”

“I’d have to exorcise the entire Prosocution’s office!” Maya bemoans, Larry grins as she outlines everything she’d need to do to Nick.

“Maybe you should, it sounds like it has a few too many demons over there even before this guy,” Larry muses, saving his resume and opening Fanfiction.net. His stomach drops and his jokes trail off. There’s several messages from XxWolfDragonxX. Shit, he’d just dropped off the map after talking to the guy daily.

He immediately types a response, assuring the guy some stuff just came up, he got fired from work, etc. but he’s doing alright. He misses a question Nick asked him until he repeats his name.

“Larry.”

“Sorry, what?” He tosses the message to WolfDragon off, his friend is probably off work it’s well after six for him.

“I asked what were you typing?”

Larry glances at his messages and then at his minimized programs. “My resume.”

He refreshed FF.net and got a message from WolfDragon.

Man it’s fine, life happens! It’s just good to hear from you again. I’m sorry for all the shit that keeps happening to you.

Again I’m so sorry, and yeah, it’s just been that kind of year.

Do you have a discord? I have something to show you but I don’t think ff.net will send it.

Oh? Uh yeah actually, one second let me find my ID number.

It takes him longer than he should be tosses the information to Wolfdragon. After a moment he gets a friend request on Discord, from a XxWolfDrgonxX surprising absolutely no one. The avatar is a gray anime wolf with yellow eyes snarling, which also doesn’t surprise Larry though he wonders where it’s from.

However he’s still on the phone with Nick, so he accepts it and turns away from the computer, “so what are you all up to asides from calling me?” He hears Pearl giggle and Maya’s voice in the background, they’re moving away, “how are they Nick?”

“They’re good,” Nick sounds happy and Larry can’t help but hurt even as he’s happy for him.

“We’re probably going to do a few things today before they have to head back,” Nick’s chair creaks audibly, “do you have plans for Halloween?”

“Uh, not really?”

“Do you want to come over to the office and hand out candy with me?”

“People come to your office for candy?”

“Surprisingly yes,” Nick sounds equally baffled by this fact, “so, are you in?”

“Do you want me to bring anything?” Larry asks, glancing at his Discord occasionally, where he can see WolfDragon typing. “Beer, Soda, popcorn and terrible horror movies?”

“Popcorn and let’s go with lighthearted movies,” Nick suggests, and Larry wonders if Pearl will be there. He’ll bring soda then, just in case. That or Nick’s gotten to be more of a scaredy-cat since their last Halloween movie festival.

“Have you seen that one cartoon thing that everyone raves about?” Larry’s seen so much art for it for Inktober so he needs to actually sit down and watch the show obviously is what that means.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Okay, I’ll find it, it’s some kids show but everyone who’s seen it loved it,” Larry sends a quick message to WolfDragon while Nick talks.

You sure are dedicated to your brand.

It’s who I am

Furry.

WHAT IN GOD’S NAME IS THAT?!?

That’s Potoo Firestar you fool

I want to hate it but I’m laughing too hard, it’s amazing.

“Larry are you okay?” Nick asks, and Larry can’t answer, he’s wheezing at the damn Potoo Firestar, he cannot believe WolfDragon got his discord just to send him this, and that it’s somehow made him feel so much better.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” he wheezes, and clicks the link that WolfDragon sends him to this person’s blog, “just saw something funny.”

He hops off the phone with Nick promising to see him on Halloween and bring candy and popcorn and the cartoon he’s seen everyone drawing if he could just remember the name.

He spends the next hour teasing WolfDragon on Discord for his avatar and username, all the while scrolling through this blog, which WolfDragon has dubbed “the only pure Warrior Cats blog”.

It doesn’t take long for him to agree though he does have a few questions.

So I miss all the discourse but I also miss blogs like this?

Listen man, some people are still stuck in the can cats be gay discourse?

Seriously?

Yeah, like sure the Erins just made a mistake making some tortoiseshell cats toms. OR they made several trans icons.

I can’t believe Tigerstar was transphobic.

Firestar made the first call out post

“OP is literally a Transphobe and murderer but go off I guess.”

Scourge: *goes the fuck off *

Listen, he wear dog teeth on his collar he can do what he likes, I’m not gonna be the guy to try and stop him.

Oh you do know they made Scourge and Firestar half-brothers right?

THEY WHAT

Yeah they have the same Dad

Oh shit I’d heard that theory but I thought it was just a fan theory

Nah they confirmed it. Also Tallstar was super gay for him

Like canonly gay or the fandom has shipping goggles glued on

Like so canonly gay that the publisher calls them good friends

What?

One of the authors says Tallstar’s heart always belonged to his Jake, but the publishers say they’re just good friends

What’s better than this, guys being dudes.

You’d probably like Tallstar’s Revenge actually, there’s a lot of your fic in it

Seriously?

Yeah man, like leaving the Clans to discover yourself the themes of forgiveness and parents and family there’s a lot of good stuff in there

I guess I’ll have to read it then.

Yeah, that blog I linked you even did fanart of Jake and Tallstar

Oh my god.

Did you find it?

Not yet, but I’m looking.

FOUND IT!

THAT’S IT

Okay that is gay.

Much like my fic.

Now I gotta man.

He did just lose his job but Larry’s got some money saved from his last paycheck and the commissions. What the hell. He makes a note to buy Tallstar’s Revenge next time he’s at the book store, and gets up.

Thanks for this.

Of course!

Is this the best way to contact you, or should I howl out the window?

Haha

FF.net or Discord works I’ll probably review your fics on FF.net still but we can chat here

Larry grins and tells him he hopes he has a good evening. He needs to clean himself up and try and rejoin society.

He showers, shaves, and pulls himself together. He also draws Wolf as a Potoo and sends that back to WolfDragon which is obviously loved, if the fact he turns his avatar into it was any indication.

Larry spends Halloween crashing on Nick’s couch, Maya and Nick fighting over candy while he snags some and occasionally slips a piece or two to Pearl. The kid’s clever and smiles shyly at him every time he does so.

They do settle down to watch the cartoon though Maya grumbles at points about how she wanted to watch the Steel Samurai Halloween Special.

They enjoy Over the Garden Wall though, even if it sends the girls diving to hide behind Nick at one point from the Beast. He lets Nick comfort, while he cleans up some of the trash into the popcorn bowl which he sets to the side, making sure it will not be grabbed by mistake by someone hurrying to give candy to trick-or-treaters.

He’s honestly astonished at the number that turn up at the office, until Nick says he thinks Mia used to hand the candy out, which makes sense. It’s tradition now. And Nick must’ve gotten paid because he’s got the good candy and he’s letting kids take handfuls.

He doesn’t touch that stuff only the bag Nick bought for them to share and the stuff he traded Pearl for because she didn’t like nuts in her candy. Said they got stuck in her teeth which Larry felt was a valid reason to not like them.

He tells himself that means they have protein as he pops a handful in his mouth. While Nick’s busy with some teens at the door and Maya’s tucking Pearl in on the couch he sends a message to WolfDragon.

Happy Halloween.

Technically it’s November, and I didn’t grow up in America

Spoilsport.

WHY ARE YOU AWAKE?

Work

Work can suck my dick, it’s what- oh

It’s six in the morning

You’re going to work

Yup

Listen, I don’t need your sass

It’s not sass I just woke up Writer boy

Don’t you sass Wolfman

Tell me you at least watched terrible werewolf movies in my honor

I did not.

Watched kids cartoons instead.

Warrior Cats Authors

There was an actual child in the room!

Ah what’s being introduced to fear at a young age?

Trauma I believe, and the kid’s had enough of that

You’re a good guy you know that, don’t let people tell you otherwise

“Texting a girlfriend?” Maya’s teasing voice made him jump, she wasn’t peering over his shoulder yet but she might’ve been. She might’ve seen the teasing and… no, she was looking at his face.

“Nah, just a friend,” he shoves his phone back into his pocket, she and Nick are both staring at him intensely now, he’s not sure why but they are.

He swears he sees Nick counting to three but he’s not sure why that happens either. He and Maya share a look, and Larry feels himself tense more.

He looks to Nick, whose eyes pierce him as he looks at Larry, “I thought you said you were taking a break from dating.”

“I am!” Larry insists, careful to keep his voice low, glancing to Pearl because however much they want to interrogate him he knows they’ll kill him if he wakes her.

Nick and Maya look confused again but it’s not his fault they can’t accept that he’s just friends with some people. He’s not even into guys anyway!

He shakes his head and grins at them, “glad to hear you think I have that much game though Nick.”

Maya smothers a laugh, while the edge flows out of Nick’s eyes and a smile takes its place, “you keep getting girls to date you somehow.”

“It’s that I have an artist’s soul,” Larry pulls himself up and rests his hand over his chest, grinning at the two of them.

“I went to art school too you know,” Nick points out, relaxing and smiling.

“And who taught you all those tricks for backgrounds?” Larry fires back, he’s always been the better artist for backgrounds and forms, Nick just had more practice with human anatomy. Nick huffs and shakes his head.

“I showed you how to draw men’s jawlines, ‘cause you only paid attention when the model was female-”

“Nick I’ve accepted my heterosexuality and horndog ways will be my downfall,” he fires back which obviously takes his friend by surprise, Maya too, “hey, I can have some self-awareness you know.” He glances over at Maya, “Nick, Edgey and I are allowed the common sense of one person but we have to share and Edgey came back and took it all from Nick.”

“Excuse me?” Nick looks so genuinely offended and Larry laughs, shoulders shaking.

“You took some back, TSA wouldn’t let him take it all with him.”

Maya’s grinning and apparently not taking sides as he and Nick begin to playfully jab at each other about who has more common sense, and it’s nice to be able to talk about Edgey again without Nick’s anger, to have him laugh as he talks and recounts stories from elementary school to Maya is worth the few bits of his dirty laundry that Nick airs.

They end up on the other couch, Maya curled up on Nick’s one side, Larry on the other; with jackets draped over themselves as make shift blankets.

“Larry?”

“Yeah Nick?”

“Who were you texting earlier,” Nick’s not judgmental now but he is obviously curious, maybe hoping that in his exhaustion Larry will let something slip.

And he does.

“He’s a guy I met online, we talk about like books and stuff. You wouldn’t understand, you nerdy lawyer.”

Nick laughs softly as Larry slumps against him, “that so?”

“It is,” Larry lays his head back against Nick’s shoulder, “very so.”

They wake up in various states of aching and trying to hide it, all of them trying to deny they’re getting old while Pearl buzzes around the office. Larry wonders briefly if she’s gotten into the Halloween candy for breakfast.

He checks his phone and there’s a few messages from WolfDragon.

You still there?

Don’t eat too much candy, aren’t you doing NaNoWriMo this year?

Larry only barely manages not to curse in front of Pearl as he realizes that he’s going to have to write his first 1667 words with one hell of a crick in his neck.

#Ace Attorney #Potoo Firestar is a gift and you can quote me on that #Larry Writes Warrior Cats

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Blind Love | Chapter 14

Pairing: Dean x Castiel

Words: 1,400

Story Summary: When Dean is blinded on a hunt, Cas loves him through it.

Chapter Summary: Sam hunting without Dean is something that’s going to take some getting used to.

Betaed (and pretty much cowritten @manawhaat

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Saying goodbye to Sam every time he leaves on a hunt is something Dean’s not sure will ever feel normal. Not hunting again will never feel normal for a man who’s been doing it since before he even had the chance to be a little boy. The thought of Sam out there, saving people, hunting things, carrying on the family business, alone, puts a pit in Dean’s stomach.

“Not really the ‘Family Business’ if it’s just you out there, Sammy,” he let slip last month with a bitter smile and heartbreaking guilt in his useless eyes.

Dean hates hearing Sam’s boots go up the stairs, hates the sound of the bunker door slamming shut, hates not being able to protect Sam. He’s doing his best to be supportive of Sam’s decision to keep hunting- it’s all the kid has left, really- but that doesn’t make it any easier for a man who saved the world a few times over to be permanently benched like this.

Every time Sam catches a case, Dean does his best to swallow the panic rising in his chest. The fear threatens to escape his throat when Sam hauls his bag up the staircase with Baby’s keys in his hands. Hell, sometimes it does. The sound of the shower is usually loud enough to mask Dean’s ragged breaths and cries of his brother’s name. It’s like when John went missing all over again…but Sam…he isn’t missing- ‘not yet’ the voice in Dean’s head tells him.

Every time Sam leaves could be the end of it all- the last time Dean hears his brother’s voice or holds Sam in his arms. Every time he hears the ringtone he has set for Sam, it’s like an elephant has been lifted off his chest- at least until the call ends and the weight is back until Sam comes down the bunker stairs again.

“I hate when he’s gone,” Dean grumbles, burrowing into Cas’ chest. He just got off the phone with Sam, who updated him on the case and how Jody is doing. Now he and Cas are settling into bed, getting ready for some of their nightly reading. It’s one of the highlights of Dean’s day, but he’s not sure anything could lift him out of this funk. Sam’s only been gone two days, but it doesn’t matter how long a hunt takes. It always feels like the longest, most stressful time of Dean’s life. He’s never been more on edge in his life.

“I know,” Cas sighs, arms curling around Dean’s shoulders. “I know. But Sam’s the best hunter we know.”

“Dad was the best hunter we knew, too, Cas,” Dean points out.

“He can take care of himself, Dean. You and Sam are better hunters than John ever could have been.”

“Being the best doesn’t make him invincible,” Dean murmurs.

Cas presses a kiss to the top of Dean’s head. “No,” he whispers. “It doesn’t.”

“I wish he would just stay here.”

“That wouldn’t be fair to him.”

Dean shakes his head. “I know. He’s not a pet, he’s my brother. I just wish there was some way I could be out there, helping him.”

Cas hums thoughtfully, petting Dean’s hair. “Maybe… what if I were to go with him?”

“You go with him? And what about me? What am I supposed to do, stay home like a good little housewife? Making dinner and keeping the house clean?” There’s a bitterness in Dean’s tone that he can’t seem to help.

“No, of course not,” Cas assures him. “I would never look at you like that. Look, it was just an idea. We can try something else- get Sam a dog, or ask him to only hunt with Jody and Donna. If you explain how you’re feeling, he’ll listen. You know he will. This is Sam we’re talking about.”

Dean sighs deeply. “I know. I’m sorry, Cas, I just… it’s so frustrating, not being able to be out there anymore, even though I’ve had months to get used to it.”

“I would be surprised if the transition was easy. Hunting is a large part of who you are. It always will be. You’ll get used to not hunting eventually, but I don’t believe you’ll ever truly be able to let it go, and I don’t expect you to.”

Dean nods. He presses his nose to Cas’ shirt and breathes slowly, soaking in the homey smell of his boyfriend. Letting it settle into his nose and his bones, helping him to relax into Cas’ embrace.

“There you go,” Cas murmurs, rubbing soothing circles on Dean’s upper back. “Do you want to keep discussing this? Or talk about it more when Sam gets back?”

“When Sam gets back,” Dean answers, words muffled by Cas’ chest.

‘If Sam comes back,’ the voice in his head whispers. Dean’s brows furrow and he pushes the thought out of his brain, focusing on Cas.

“Alright.” Cas twists around before resettling. “I’m going to read now. Do you remember where we left off?”

Dean lifts his head a little, turning to rest his cheek on Cas’ pec. “We’re on ‘The Hound of the Baskervilles.’”

“Here we go: Chapter One, Mr. Sherlock Holmes…”

Sam comes back two days later, in one piece except for some scratches that are going to leave a nice scar on his shoulder.

“You’re gonna have to come up with a good story to tell the ladies,” Dean says teasingly, doing his best to hide how relieved he is to have Sam home in one piece. He’s pretty sure he isn’t fooling anyone, though, since he’s practically been attached to Sam’s hip since he got home an hour ago.

“I’m sure I’ll think of something,” Sam replies, playfully shoving his brother. The three men are sitting around the dinner table, enjoying a simple but delicious meal of pan-seared chicken and oven baked potatoes. “Anything exciting happen while I was gone?”

“Nothing exciting ever happens here,” Dean tells Sam, shoving him back.

“I would like to keep it that way.” Cas’ tone is lightly scolding. “Can we stop pushing one another around before someone gets hurt.”

“Yes, Cas,” Dean sighs dramatically. He can picture his lover’s bemused expression in his mind’s eye.

“Sam, there’s actually something Dean and I would like to speak with you about, if you don’t mind.”

Dean glares at Cas. Of course he would bring it up when they’re all at the dinner table and kind of trapped. Only worse place would probably be in the car.

“Sure. What’s up.”

“Dean, would you like to explain?”

Dean makes a face down at his food, but nods. “Sam, I know I can’t ask you to stop hunting, but I worry a lot when you’re gone, especially when you go on hunts alone, because I can’t be there to look out for you anymore, and I know you’re a grown man and you can take care of yourself, but that’s been my job since we were little. Gotta look out for my pain in the ass little brother. Right?”

“Right.” Sam’s voice is soft.

“Would it… would it be unfair of me to ask you to not go on solo hunts?” Dean asks, forcing the words past the lump in his throat. “Just to hunt with Jody or Donna or Garth or- or Cas?”

“Not at all,” Sam says, reaching across the table to set a firm hand on Dean’s shoulder. “Dean, that’s completely fair and reasonable. Yeah, I’m a really good hunter, but hunting alone is a stupid decision no matter how experience a hunter you are. Plus, if I’m honest with you, it’s weird to hunt alone after so many years of the best hunting partner a guy could ask for.”

Dean chuckles, forcing down the sudden wave of emotion that hits him. “Aw, Sammy! Shoulda told me how you felt years ago!”

He can practically hear Sam’s eyes rolling just before the hand on his shoulder turns into a solid punch. “Whatever, jerk.”

“You love it, bitch.”

Sam laughs softly. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

Dean swallows down the lump in his throat and nods, turning his attention back to his food. Cas’ knee bumps against his under the table on one side, followed by Sam’s on the other. A silent show of support from the two most important people in his life. It feels good.

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