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neevblanc · 2 months

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„curious” ♡

a/n —hey all! hope ur doin' well, drink water if you haven't! have this as a treat. it's 2k and some more but i cant be bothered to check for specifics. (p.s sorry if the tarot aspects of this are wonky! i did my best to research and i pulled reference from my sister's experience with tarot cards/reading.)

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Dazai Osamu x GN!reader

Tags— 22/ada dazai, flirting?, pre-slash, don't question why reader's given a key, reader works under ango but he's also they're dad figure, it's a whole thing, mentions of sskk though not explicitly platonic or romantic, take that as you wish, dazai's infuriating habit of burying feelings and then one day he'll die

CW/TW— dazai. (/j, none i can think of.)

note — reader's ability in this is based on one that my friend chose for our self-ship au. "Teacher of Truth by Saneatsu Mushanokoji: The user can employ tarot cards to gain insight into the past, current, and possible future situations. The user needs to know what each of the cards mean in order to properly interpret what they say." it's from a post on tumblr, but I couldn't find it for the life of me! i'll credit if i can. anyway, it's been tweaked a little so i'm here to explain. in this, reader can choose to use their ability during a reading or not, but the tarot cards are always personal to them. people they know will sometimes show in the cards if they're important to them.

The next time Dazai sees you, it’s well before the ADA opens for the day. He’d admittedly had a rough night—sleep evaded him like always, and he hadn’t had dinner because of his own laziness. His futon was impossibly comfy. How was he meant to part with its loving warmth?

The Door to the agency creaks open, the sound not unlike the groan of the cafe floorboards only steps away. One of Dazai’s favorite activities was purposely seeking out the creaky floorboards and dancing on them so loud Kunikida would have to berate him, of course. He was intimately familiar with the annoying sounds this old building could make.

The office is darker than during working hours, but he notices the meager amount of lights still switched on. Distantly, he knows Kunikida would’ve blown a gasket about the electric bill if he had found them still on. He takes a step into the room-

Something rustles. Downstairs, an old radio plays a song he does not recognize. Pigeons flutter and coo from outside the window.

Somebody was in the agency, and had it been any of his fellow detectives, he’d have known.

“Hmmm, what’s this,” he mutters absently, volume low enough to alert whoever it was had decided to trespass.

”Dazai-san?” a soft voice calls, and Dazai pauses for a moment. A short, hollow sound follows—cards shuffling. He bites the inside of his cheek. How curious.

”Last I checked, you don’t clock in with the rest of us measly agents. Surely Ango’s fuming by now?” He hums, stepping into view of you. you’re sat at Atsushi’s desk, bag perched on top of Atsushi’s empty report trays. Dazai almost smirks at the sight— silly Atsushi, always rushing to complete everything in a timely manner. One day, he’d get him to turn them in later, hopefully months later- like he did.

”Hm, no. I clocked in earlier, but Ango wanted me over here early. Something about a mission I have to hand over to Fukuzawa-dono. I got a key from him last time, so I just let myself in.” you explained. Dazai pulled his own chair out and collapsed into it, peering down at what your hands were busying themselves with.

He realizes they’re tarot cards. Thick and sturdy under your fingers, you set them up neatly in front of yourself. The backs are a matte purple, decorated with silver details that glint as the sunrise light hits them for just a fraction of a second. The illustrations seem to flicker with movement, almost like snapshots of time shifting through an old camera, frame after frame.

”What’s got you so busy?” he asks, exaggeratingly leaning over to look at the cards. You laugh and smile, expression wobbly. He notes the change. You briefly shake out the bracelet laying on your wrist, almost nervously. You lay the last card on the desk’s surface. Atsushi’s cute cat clock ticks from where it’s placed near his report trays.

“I do readings for the day early in the morning, just in case. Sometimes, I don’t even use my ability.” You explain, keeping your voice low so as not to break the morning peace. Dazai glances at the cat clock. Soon, the secretaries and Kunikida will clock in and begin their work day. He focuses back on you and grins, intrigued.

“Anxious, then? I guess the ability to see the future will do that to ‘ya.” Dazai sighed, crossing his legs and resting his chin on his hand. He was content to watch you finish setting the cards down in a formation he admittedly did not understand.

” What does that one mean?” he says, pointing to one of the cards. Its flickering surface shows a woman with mint-colored hair pulled up into a bun. Behind her, there’s a black mass, and she seems to be standing in a graveyard. There are two Xs at the top of the card. You redirect your attention to the card he’s hovering his finger over and smile.

”That’s Judgment—renewal, reflection, awakening, or reckoning. For a personal reading, it would mean going through a period of self-evaluation or maybe even trying to understand the people around you and your situation more.” You explain, seemingly done with the spread and setting down the other cards nearby. Dazai purses his lips.

”Sounds gloomy. Lame!” He huffs, upset by his choice. you gasp and narrow your eyes.

”Don’t call them lame! You’ll piss them off, Dazai.” You hiss, smacking him on the arm. Dazai grins and leans closer, smile growing coy.

”Really now? And how exactly does one do that?” Dazai prods. You stick your tongue out and cross your arms.

“Not telling. Now shut up and let me do my reading.” You grumble, eyes flicking over the cards. Dazai whines and throws himself forward, almost shoving you off of Atsushi’s chair.

”Dude!” You yelp, hands scrambling to grasp his coat as he rights himself. Dazai grabs you by the shoulders and shakes, intent on being the biggest possible nuisance.

”That’s boring! Do your reading laterrrr; it won’t matter, right? Ne- do a reading for me! I wanna know my future,” He begs, grinning. You blink and scowl, pushing him away.

”First off, it would matter. Doing a reading later would be a completely different outcome. Just wait. All I have to do is interpret these. I’ll do yours after.” You grumble, adjusting their sleeves and settling back into the chair. Dazai harrumphs but settles into his own chair to watch you silently read the cards.

You focus back on the cards, and Dazai settles himself by watching you idly. You’re dressed in what you always wear to work, but it’s casual enough to know doubt have been breaking the dress code had you not been working under Ango for so long. There’s a small scrunch to your nose as you focus on your task, and Dazai can spot how you run your tongue over your teeth in thought. Dazai looks away pointedly. Taking a few breaths, he forcibly clears his mind. How odd.

”Okay, done.” You hum, straightening and starting to pick up the cards. He shifts so his whole body is faced toward you. You take gentle care of the cards, putting them back into the deck.

”Why do they flicker like that? You aren’t using your ability,” he asks, curious about the shifting images on the cards. You shrug.

”Don’t know. It happens no matter what deck I use, though I prefer using this one. The images just shift into the same ones most of the time, though some have changed over time.” You explain, shuffling the cards. Dazai reaches out and hovers over your hand before poking the back of it gently. You let him despite knowing the outcome.

The images on the cards still lying on the table flicker, completely uninterrupted, even as Dazai feels the shiver of his ability eating away at yours. He hums and pulls away. He hadn’t been paying attention when he jostled you earlier, but you were right- they were unaffected.

”Strange, but not unheard of. Some ability effects aren’t considered active enough for my ability to erase.” Dazai says, allowing you to continue. you finish and present him with the deck, pulling away when he goes to take them.

”Don’t be mean to them. They’ll be mean to you. You can’t even think anything negative; they’ll know. You’re gonna cut the deck in 3, okay? We’ll do a simple reading.” you explain, and only once Dazai agrees (crosses his heart and hopes to die!) is he gently handed the cards.

”What do you want to read? We can focus on love, or money, or your career, things like that.” You say. Dazai ponders for a moment before sniffing, mouth settled into a pompous pout.

”I want to know if someone will finally be interested in a double suicide with me.” He huffs. You scoff.

”You’re insane. Okay, so love. Think about that while you cut them.” You nod, giving him the go-ahead. He runs his fingers over the well-loved edges and slots his thumbs through the deck where it feels right, setting the individual cuts down on the desk before them. He tries to take it as seriously as possible, though thinking about love has always made him squirm and itch beneath his skin.

You reach over once he’s done and clear your throat, carefully picking the top cards on each deck and laying them out in front of him. On the left, the first card flipped is a wheel, seemingly in the sky and surrounded by clouds. The clouds float by calmly, though Dazai can’t find anything particularly personal to you the way some of the other cards would show.

It’s made a little more difficult considering the card’s orientation- upside down.

You hum at it before moving on. The card in the middle is revealed, and this one piques his interest. He grins a little at the image. Two figures hold goblets in their hands, strings of power rising from the cups and meeting above their heads to form a Yin and Yang sign. The figures are startingly familiar- one dark-haired, the other light-haired. Accents in their hair match each other, silver and black clashing and melding nicely. This one’s facing right-side up. The image flickers to show the energy that swirls around, occasionally circling their respective holders.

The last one flicks onto the wooden desk with a hollow sound. The image is soft, not unlike the first one with the blue sky. A sun takes up the upper half, rays pronounced against the sky. Ttheire’s a little kid in the illustration, their beaming face scrunched up in happiness. There’s a flag clutched in one hand, with the other gripping onto the mane of the white horse they’re perched upon. Sunflowers frame them, peaking over the illustrated garden wall behind them.

It’s an endlessly endearing picture, and from the smile, he has a feeling he knows who it is. Like the last one, it’s right-side up.

You settle your chin against your palm, leaning on the table with a hum.

”That’s….a really nice reading, actually.” You move to point at the cards. Dazai sits patiently with his hands on his lap. Nothing more fascinating than seeing someone in their element, he supposed.

”That first one is The Wheel of Fortune. Upside down, it’s a little darker. It represents your past,” you pause, looking at him for a moment. “I think for you, it’s focused on the feeling of helplessness—lack of power or control…like you had love but couldn’t control how and when you lost it,” you say, your voice soft. Dazai fights to ignore the discomfort building in his throat.

”Well, what can I say? My dark past haunts me,” he bemoans, and you huff a soft laugh. You move on to the next card- the cups. You look a little embarrassed by this one.

”This one is the present. Two cups represent…well, partnership. More specifically, the realization of a new partnership. This one can be pretty romantic. I guess you’ve got something to look forward to soon,” you say, pointedly ignoring the images of his two kohais. He grins, sparing you of the teasing. He didn’t know how well you even knew Akutagawa- but it was amusing to see everyone could see what those two denied vehemently.

”The last one is the future. You got The Sun, which is actually really sweet.” Through your embarrassment, Dazai watches a sweet smile grow on your face. He matches it easily.

“It means joy and success, for you in particular. It means…whatever or whoever your two cups is for, you’ll be very happy together.” You say, and Dazai sighs wistfully.

”Maybe someone will finally want to commit suicide with me! This news might keep me alive a day longer just yet,” Dazai coos. You groan and take a deep breath, seemingly ignoring him as you duck your head down and then start to put the cards back.

”You better hope you didn’t piss this deck off, Dazai.” you huff, glaring. Dazai pouts, cradling his face in his hands.

“What?! I followed all your rules; I would never,” he whines. You flip him off and busily tuck the cards into a soft leather pouch. He lets his hands drop and watches for a moment.

”Thanks for the reading,” Dazai says, his voice back to normal. You glance at him and smile.

”Yeah, no problem. It’s nice to read without my ability once in a while,” you admit, expression soft. He grins. Something stirs in his chest.

”You can read me whenever you want, lovely.” He purrs jokingly. You startle, flushing. You glare and kick him with your foot.

”Don’t say shit like that,” you mutter. Dazai whines out a laugh, having settled on teasing you until he could see the smoke coming out your ears.

Before he could continue, the door creaks open, and the overhead lights flick on. Multiple people come shuffling in, and Dazai can hear Kunikida conversing lowly with Fukuzawa. The secretaries also file in, chattering contently amongst themselves. Fukuzawa and Kunkida pause only to greet them both. you wave politely, and Dazai salutes them both.

you blink your eyes to adjust to the light now flooding the room. Dazai huffs and stands with a groan.

”Alright, I’ve got five minutes to get out of here. You’ll be going in to see Shachou, right?” He asks, stretching. you stand and nod, giving him a look.

”Where are you going?” you ask, picking up your bag. He groans at the way his back pops as he rights himself from his stretching.

”Home. I only came here 'cause I was bored. But in the long run, it’ll be a lot funnier if Kunikida’s mad all morning when I don’t show up~” He snickers. you shake your head, a smile pulling at your mouth.

“You’re so lame. See you, then.” You sighed, heading down the hall Kunikida and Fukuzawa had disappeared down.

”And yet you love me. ‘Till we meet again,” he calls, pointedly ignoring the yell you let out.

”Whatever!” you yelped, and Dazai let the agency door click closed behind him.

He grins. Curious indeed.

note — can you tell i love brothers! atsushi and dazai? also, the woman in Judgement is Mizuki Tsujimura, who I headcanon is pretty good friends with reader in this one. :) please let me know if there are any pronoun inconsistencies! this was originally written with she/her pronouns, and i did my best to fix it to match the gender neutral style i like to use for tumblr stuffs.

©neevblanc 2024 // do not plagiarize or repost

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #dazai x reader #gn!y/n #dazai osamu x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #dazai x you #gender neutral y/n #neev.doc

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mlobsters · 3 months

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saw a post yesterday (3 months ago now) that was like finale reactions from not-wincest shippers saying wincest won - but wincest shippers said it wasn't even wincest. which brings me around to my pondering how there's this divide of the ship into wincest / weirdcest / gencest which I'm still not totally sure the difference between the last two. but like, if I'm talking about wincest, I'm not talking about them with fucking required? it's just the dudes in a not-strictly-familial-platonic relationship. which to me, canonically, even in the most literal reading they've got a queerplatonic situation, so that qualifies

i think what i'm boggling over is that (sometimes?) the ship isn't the ship (the key is the key, man) it's like, ship+what they're doing with their dicks.

which led me to reading fanlore's gen and slash and smarm etc articles -> looked for a gencest article, reading the gen sam & dean one and the sam/dean one which is understandably packed with the related shipwar-ish stuff and i'm reminded i just. shouldn't read what anyone has to say about ships and this show. I feel like I'm rarely on the same page as anyone else, which is impressive in a fandom this large. i still don't really understand how the lines between them get drawn. but after all that i read, it sounds like people aren't really in agreement out there on the internet either.

so, this has been in my drafts since december and another post/reply got me to open it back up, someone saying if you want to tag the non-sexual situation it's gencest or weirdcest, not wincest. but I think now my personal understanding/interpretation is that those are just a subset of wincest, not standalone. I think another component of why it gets under my skin too is the inherent devaluation of queerplatonic relationships. a definition borne of the aromatic and asexual communities

and who's to say it isn't romantic? if the lines and beats are romantic, does it stop being so because they're brothers? would we have the same splitting up of the ship if they weren't related? (can guess what my answer would be)

ANYWAY. this was supposed to be how one ship has been split in a way I haven't seen before and find really weird. I can see how say, on tumblr, it's nice to have a tag that's just the qpr relationship, but not to the exclusion of the main ship.

I thought on AO3 it would be more clear cut, but of the 282 tagged with "Gencest | Emotionally Incestuous but Non-Sexual Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester" only 118 are tagged with Dean/Sam. and in the 79 works tagged "Weirdcest | Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester Appear Incestuous to Others Due to Lack of Boundaries", 40 are Dean/Sam.

and while I like the expansion of the tag name to include a definition, what even is emotionally incestuous :p and if there's incest in your definition, how does that not fall under the ship rubric

but being that there's 34,387 works tagged with Dean/Sam, and while there's more things tagged with gencest pre-2020, the majority is 2019+. and weirdcest is nearly exclusively 2021+. so, large consumer of fic that I am, I am sure things that would fall under those labels weren't tagged as such in the main tag.

going back to fanlore, the article about qprs:

Queerplatonic relationship tags are canonized in freeform tags on AO3, but uses in relationship tags are synned to the / tag.[4]

and the reference is:

Cisco Ramon/Caitlin Snow (Queerplatonic) has been made a synonym of Cisco Ramon/Caitlin Snow. Works and bookmarks tagged with Cisco Ramon/Caitlin Snow (Queerplatonic) will show up in Cisco Ramon/Caitlin Snow's filter.

which honestly made me laugh. that's a very specific situation!

but I think a lot of this, for me, circles back to what is a ship even, and why doesn't love for each other above all else+life partners qualify

and yet, look at me the hypocrite, because I tag stuff with "sam and dean" that are the canonical qpr things, but I wouldn't tag wincest because I know a lot of people would have it filtered. whereas anything remotely shippy in xfiles canon, I tag with msr. *facepalm*

and the advice/explanation I've received about tagging other people's posts, canon gifs, what have you; as wincest - that you might be putting their personal squick right in their notifications. so, don't do that! and I've internalized those rules.

and I guess there's plenty of people that watch the show and think they're just regular brothers ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

spn fandom is a minefield even with my skirting at the edges of it.

I don't know what anything means anymore

#supernatural #i tag it because i want it to be caught by people's filters that wanna filter it but this also has no need to be in the main tag #sigh #wincest #gencest #weirdcest #fandom wank #I'd say I'll regret actually posting this but no one cares about my opinions so i guess it works out for the best 😂#queerplatonic #qpr

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inevitably-johnlocked · 3 months

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Not a BBC Sherlock fan anymore, but absolutely love Sherlock Holmes and Holmes/Watson content in other adaptations.

So, alas, blacklisting the BBC Sherlock tag doesn't really help, because I am still interested in Sherlock Holmes, and not everyone tags their posts as BBC Sherlock specifically when they post something related to it (not blaming anyone for that - I get how tiring it can be to tag the whole thing everytime you post/reblog something - but still.)

I can't even filter the johnlock tag (despite not shipping johnlock in the show anymore) because even people who post Holmes/Watson posts in other adaptations, they tag those as johnlock too (like granada johnlock, etc.) and I don't want to be missing out on them.

I'm not really going anywhere with this hehe. Just a rambling. I still seeing my old friends from the BBC Sherlock fandom (you included) on my dash.

Have a good day!

Hey Nonny *hugs*

Ugh, I'm sorry that searching has become harder for you. I can understand the frustration you're having... perhaps instead you need to filter further NOT by ship tags but by relationships?

If you go to AO3's search page start narrowing it down by Fandom:

This example I just typed Sherlock, so you could choose the specific fandom or various fandom (you can select multiple ones, it will show up with an "x" next to it, then just start typing another one).

THEN, scroll down a bit more, and select from the "Relationship" section:

The "/" means romantic ship (a "slash ship") and the "&" is a platonic / friendship ship (note that some "pre-slash" fics tag them with the ampersand). That should help narrow down your search a lot more than just typing in tags.

In fairness, a LOT of authors use "Sherlock Holmes and Related Fandoms" tag BECAUSE it is an umbrella fandom, so you HAVE to narrow it down more to the specific adaptation you're looking for fics for. Using both seems to work better, I find.

And in defence of authors, Johnlock is the most-known ship tag for them, so you WILL get everything from everywhere. You're best off to make SURE you're using the relationship filter to narrow it down rather than just typing in "Johnlock" as a general tag search.

Unless of course this is ALL already what you're doing then I'm just a fool who can't read LOL 🙃

That all said, I am sorry you're having a hard time finding what you need (and to be fair, my blog isn't the best place to find non-BBC Johnlock fics, LOL) BUT I do really appreciate you still enjoying my content enough to follow me although BBCS isn't your jam anymore <3

I hope I helped a BIT, and it's totally okay to come here and ramble. Surely there are other kindred spirits and maybe your ask helped them find what they're looking for <3

Have a fantastic day, Nonny *hugs*

#steph replies #my tutorials #ao3 things #ao3 #chatting with nonnies #you're always welcome to vent here nonny #fandom life #fandom things

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applepi00 · 2 years

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Because I’m not done talking about it, here’s some meta nobody asked for about When the Sun Goes Black

I’ve probably mentioned before that it was originally conceptualized as a Chuuya centric fic, but as you all probably know by now I have a thing about guilt so writing this story from Dazai’s perspective just came so much easier to me. It just felt more natural to be writing from the observer position, unable to actually do much but watch and note and feel about it.

I’ve also mentioned that part of the hospital scenes, particularly the first one with Dazai crunching himself in a chair was inspired by some fanart. Further more the repeated image of lying awake next to some one was inspired heavily by Famous Last Words by MCR, particularly the bridge: “I see you lying next to me / With words I thought I'd never speak / Awake and unafraid, asleep or dead / 'Cause I see you lying next to me / With words I thought I'd never speak / Awake and unafraid, asleep or dead”. Though on that thing about keeping watch, and how it does come up a few times, I thought it would be a really nice touch for care without it being too touchy-feely? Because it almost comes off as practical, but it’s so firmly entrenched in motivations that it does feel like something skk would do for each other: Dazai, private as he is, would want his privacy maintained should he be unable to uphold it himself, likewise Chuuya would want his autonomy in place wouldn’t want to be poked and prodded at more than necessary, and because they know each other so well this is a thing they do for each other: Dazai watches that nothing more than necessary is done in hospital, and Chuuya watches that nobody sees any of Dazai’s private moments of weakness.

The fic itself was written with the intentions of being gen/platonic, because I don’t think knowing someone is inherently romantic and I don’t think intimacy whether physical or emotional has to be romantic either, however I did tag both the platonic tag and the ship tag when I actually posted because I know some people would be inclined to read it as slash or pre-slash, which is their prerogative and I don’t particularly mind. (And also maybe I hoped it would boost interaction, I’m well aware that gen fics don’t often get as much attention as ship stuff, as of yet that may have been a good call considering the stats). So however you want to define the relationship in this fic is I suppose based on your perceptions, I define it simply as partners but whether you want to call it friends or QPPs or romantic or whatever else is up to you the reader.

I also realized while writing it that I have kinda conflicting thoughts in my head of Dazai with medical stuff: there’s old headcanons rattling around about medical based traumas that I don’t really vibe with as much now that we have more canon to work with, another marble thinks it’s funny if Dazai doesn’t know anything medical —like doesn’t even know how to take blood pressure doesn’t know— despite being fostered by a doctor, and a third part (the part that reared during this) was that Dazai just has medical terminology rattling in his skull with no actual use for it (hence, listing phenomena by proper terms in the fic, a specific bone being where he lays his head by habit, etc). That last marble is entirely because I had to take anatomy for three years as part of my animation program and then fell down way too many medical rabbit holes and decided to make it everyone else’s problem. I kinda like the flavour of it though! I might use a bit of it in later things too, like the vampire fic or Tattoo, but we’ll see.

I think the vampire fic would be a good fit, it’s gonna be whack because I never write anything set in the current canon or later because I don’t know what I want to do with the Rats or Decay of Angels or the Hunting Dogs or any of the other factions we have running around now. (Probably I’ll not deal with it at all and just do a little one room, two man play for the vampire thing, look guys I have no idea how they’re going to resolve this current arc and I’m very stressed that the British are going to be even worse somehow and bigger stakes and as much as I think Agatha’s design is nice I’m SCARED)

Anyway. I’m really happy with my gen fic even if it took me multiple years to remember to actually write it (thanks Savvy for listening to me ramble in 2019 —I hope you see this because I can’t recall if you have a new account and your old one is deactivated, and thanks @feralrookie because I definitely rambles at you about it too and I appreciate you a lot)

#emi rambles #emi writes #when the sun goes black

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svgarpills · 2 years

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If your writing requests are still open. Can you maybe write some Oumota Hurt/Comfort with Kaito being the one who is sad?

If that ship makes you uncomfortable, an other Kaito ship is fine too.

This one’s kinda short because oumota isn’t a discomfort but idk how to write the dynamic in a way i like yet </3

Ship: Oumota

Characters: Kaito Momota, Kokichi Ouma

Warnings: Typical killing game stuff

Summary: Kaito is used to burying his emotions deep down, or dealing with them himself. Too bad Kokichi Ouma doesn't feel like bothering someone else today.

*I view oumota as ‘stfu but i care about you’ dynamic, so I tried to go for that. Can be read as (possibly) platonic, or pre-slash. I tried to add subtle feelings/pining but Kokichi is difficult to write as romantic/caring for me KASJDFG.

or they’re established & this is just how they act idk

"Hey Kaiiito-" His name is drawn out in a sing-song tone, the voice is high-pitched and familiar. Kaito sighs as a finger pokes his cheek, pressing into the skin repeatedly before he swats it away. "You've got this weird look on your face. Get rid of it, it's bumming me out." Kaito huffs and looks away from Kokichi, who's staring at him with wide purple eyes and a childish pout.

"What do you mean I have a weird look on my face? I look perfectly normal!" Uncomfortable emotions bubble under his annoyed demeanor, something like sadness and fear. A hero doesn't show those emotions, so he won't either. Maki and Shuichi and all the others are countin on him. Well...everyone except Kokichi. The short boy seems to not care less about Kaito's hero complex.

"Nuh-uh! It's like this," he pulls his face into an exaggerated sad look. "It's gross. I know you can't do the hero routine all the time, but it's still weird to see. So spill, what's wrong with you?" Kaito wrinkles his nose. "Because I love you very much, Kaito, and I want to help you with whatever's going on." He adds. The astronaut rolls his eyes. Kokichi is a liar, and a manipulator. He shouldn't feel comfortable sharing his feelings.

But something about not having to act like a brave hero makes it easy to let his shoulders slump and his brow furrow. Kokichi doesn't react much, but there's something hidden under the mischievous need for attention. Kaito doesn't know what it is, but it's something he's not quite used to. "It's just all the stress from the killing game, nothing else." Kokichi hums and tilts his head slightly.

"Are you suuure that's all? C'mon, we're all feeling that! Give me something to work with here!" Kaito bares his teeth at the other Ultimate, who seems unphased. "Ugh, okay, geez. At least explain a little! I can't help if you just say murder makes you sad." Kokichi replies, a hint of arrogance in his words.

"I don't know what else you want me to tell you, the fact that I'm surrounded by people who might die at any moment is fucked up," he replies. Kokichi's legs swing for a moment, an innocent gesture coming from a person Kaito knows is anything but. Kokichi leans in with a wide smile.

"Is it just the Killing Game? Or is it the silly hero and sidekick thing you insist on doing with Shuichi and Maki?" Kaito is about to retort when Kokichi pats his shoulder in an almost kind gesture. He hops off the little ledge he's been sitting on and turns his back to Kaito, looking back at him after a moment. "Now c'mon, I'm getting bored and I wanna go do something more exciting."

Kaito should probably be telling him not to do anything stupid, but he finds himself simply standing and following the Supreme Leader. Those odd and uncomfortable feelings still linger, but now they're not as frightening. Kokichi is hardly comforting in a traditional sort of way, but his methods have somehow still managed to work for him.

He's unlike anyone else Kaito has ever met.

#kaito momota #kokichi ouma #oumota #danganronpa v3 #svgarprompts #hurt/comfort #banter #pre-slash or platonic #or already together #idk

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xviruserrorx · 3 years

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Back with another sneak peak for "The Ingenuous" chapter 2. Between Whumptober and Flufftober writing preparations and school work I've been really busy. My normal writing has been pushed off a little so Now this fic is taking even Longer to get done that it previously was taking but here is a longer little tibit of it. Hope you enjoy!

"Why do you care?"

His eyes flickered back to Mordred seeing him still admiring outside. He furrowed his eyebrows unsure what Mordred meant before the latter turned his head back towards him.

"You talked of the Knights, Arthur, and Merlin caring… but why do you?"

Daegal did care. He cared a lot, that it seemed almost too much for their little time in each other's company. But to fathom the re-worded question of how he couldn't care was mind racking.

Something akin to love and caring didn't always have to be positive. If not saying anguish and melancholic emotions didn't have their base hiddenness in something as love.

"Because…." He started.

Because, because, because… He had to give reason, purpose, a wanting, a desire if so to call it. His words to explain all that was unexplainable. His words couldn't be a because, as Mordred was more than that. The questioning of curiosity so infectious it turned into an addiction. Maybe that's what his because was. Or maybe it was the next words he spoke.

"I like you." Was that kinned to love? To anger, sadness, joy? Anything to describe everything that had happened.

"Because you cared. The person who told me I was worth caring for and that everyone deserves a chance."

"You are worth caring for."

Those words that were Mordred. Daegal had begged to hear those words again; yet, not in this context. With Mordred, who kept putting himself down and being drowned in wishy-washy emotions.

"Then why won't you let that be returned?"

"I don't need to be cared for or worried about." Mordred answered. His words striked Daegal more as untrue and hurtful to him than to Mordred himself.

"That's not true," He argued, "Everyone does."

"Even you?"

It wasn't a question for Mordred as he had already told him what he thought multiple times. His glances and gestures told Daegal all he needed to know even if Mordred's words battled against it. In Mordred's eyes he deserved someone to care and worry about him.

This question was for Daegal, what he thought about himself. If the same situation he was questioning Mordred on was reflected. The words he had already spoken seconds before became poison. He couldn't bear for them to touch his tongue. Would he tear something down just to build another thing up?

He didn't answer.

Mordred nodded his head, "yes" he said. "The word is yes, Daegal."

If Daegal couldn't speak the words himself, who was he to try and make Mordred gain his own voice back. And not even for Mordred's own good but for his, his selfish reason for wanting something he knew he could of never have had.

"It's always been yes."

Also again I am mentioning that this is written platonically but it can be read romantic or pre-slash. But just because I mention the word love, does it automatically make something romantic or sexual. We know platonic love better than that of a romantic or sexual nature but often overlook it for its construed hiddenness & simplicity in our hearts.

Also This may or may not happen before the last sneak peak I posted for this work...

[WIP Sneak Peek Masterlist]

#bbc merlin #mordred #sir mordred #daegal #a WIP a week keeps the writer's block monster asleep #The Ingenuous #mordred & daegal #fanfic sneak peek #viruswrites

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dailywincestspam · 4 years

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What’s gencest?

•If you want the definition from the Super-Wiki [x] :

“Gencest is the occasionally used term for a sub category of Gen stories. A mashup of Gen and Wincest, it describes stories where there is no sexual or romantic relationship between Dean and Sam, but where the story will focus on their intense emotional bond.

The term arose around 2009 (possibly from this post on LiveJournal) within Supernatural fandom, and was used to distinguish this sub-category of Gen stories from those where the focus was not on Sam and Dean's emotional relationship, but on a monster hunt, or the mythology or individual character study. At the time, Wincest stories were the main point of reference for stories focusing on the emotional connection between Sam and Dean, and yet many readers did not want to read stories featuring Wincest.

Terms such as Gencest also worked to attract readers who would generally only read Wincest. Some writers would note on their fic that there is "Wincest if you squint" or label it as "pre-slash" indicating that even if a sexual relationship wasn't explicit in a story, a reader could easily interpret it as if there was, or was going to be. Some writers would even produce two versions of their fic - a Gen version, and a Wincest one.

Even on the Show there have been references which blur the line - such as Zachariah's comment to Adam in 5.18 Point of No Return: You know Sam and Dean Winchester are psychotically, irrationally, erotically codependent on each other, right? ”

•If you want the definition from the Gencest Bang [x] :

“The Gencest Bang is a Supernatural fic challenge community centering on Gencest, or the intense, platonic relationship between Sam and Dean. Fandom authors and artists will team up to create works that highlight this beautiful, crazy relationship.”

•If you want the definition from the gencest blog’s post (interesting read) where they debate with Dotthings (a destiel meta shipper criticizing/vilifying the Gencest Bang and the use of the Gencest fic tag) [x] :

“Gencest as a subcategory is about a relationship, just not a romantic one.

The majority of the confusion and anger comes from the suffix -cest. That was a cheeky way for fans to distinguish Gen about Sam and Dean’s relationship for regular Gen. In romantic fanfic (which doesn’t have a term like ‘Gen’ because it’s considered to be the ‘normal’ fanfic), fics are labeled by ship (Wincest, Destiel, Sabriel, etc). That’s how you know that fic is about that romantic relationship. Gen fic was not created to be about a sole relationship, so you don’t see people attach names to it.

Further, platonic pairings get ship names all the time. JoanLock of Elementary is typically used for platonic shippers despite being the typical portmanteau. Before FitzSimmons of Agents of SHIELD was romantic the fandom rallied behind the idea of them being queerplatonic partners—either way, people used ‘FitzSimmons’ for their gen/platonic discussions anyway.

Sam/Dean being one of the two main ships in the fandom makes it impossible for someone to slap ‘samdean’ on a post and have people know it is gen or platonic—hence, Gencest was born.”

“Gencest was coined as a portmanteau of Gen and Wincest because it is focused specifically on Sam and Dean’s relationship (which is different from Gen) and that the romantic pairing of Sam and Dean is called Wincest. It is borrowing a romantic fic term for a fic about their relationship (Wincest) and applying it to gen.

If I go into the Gen tag on AO3 for Supernatural, I will not get just fics on Sam and Dean. I will get fics on Gabriel, character studies on Claire Novak, and creepy ghost stories (check out the Eldritchbang!). If I include the pairing tag Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, I still do not get fics specifically about Sam and Dean’s relationship. The gencest tag is a way to distinguish that a fic is both Gen and that is it focused on Sam and Dean’s relationship specifically. It is a categorizing term, ultimately, and I would like to point my above explanation of that -cest inclusion.”

“Pre-slash, just like Gen fic it is not specific to the intense platonic relationship that Sam and Dean have. And, though many people choose to write their Gencest as pre-slash, others don’t like it because it implies a future romantic/sexual relationship and that isn’t what they’re reading for. Gencest continues to be a specific fic genre and subcategory of gen on its own.”

“...Gencest is a genre moniker for a specific type of fic that deals with Sam and Dean’s relationship specifically as opposed to most gen fic which is not about relationships (I will continue to repeat this definition, so strap in). It is non-romantic/sexual fic about their relationship which Kim Rhodes pointed out was so different from most relationships between men on TV because they’re allowed to love each other so intensely.

Perhaps the issue comes from Gencest feeling a lot like ‘Bromance’ (a portmanteau of two rivaling words, brother and romance, meant to explain a male friendship), but Gencest is different even from bromance. For one, gencest is a fic genre and no one uses it to describe Sam and Dean’s relationship. Bromance is a no-homo term meant to delegitimize male friendship (the female term of bromance is… friendship). The fic genre of Gencest is unique because Sam and Dean’s relationship is unique, and because there is a demand for more of their canon relationship as-is written into fan-created worlds.”

I’m sure there are more sections in the post to quote from to help define the term but just click on the link and read the whole thing. And if you want Dot’s take on Gencest, their definition is there in the link too.

But my personal take on gencest is this:

It is the canon platonic “epic love story of Sam and Dean Winchester.”

It’s the canon platonic soulmates idea from 5x16 and 15x20.

It’s the canon show quotes (and these are just the ones off the top of my head):

“Because whatever we have between us, love, family, whatever it is- they are always going to use it against us.” - Dean (5x04)

“Don't you dare... think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you! It has never been like that! Ever! I need you to see that. I'm beggin' you.“ -Dean (8x23)

“But, I can’t do it without my brother. I don’t want to do this without my brother.” -Sam (10x18)

(looks at Dean through the rear view mirror) “No, Sir, not before everything.” - Sam (1x22)

“Only he gets to call me that.” - Sam (2x03)

“You’re my big brother, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” - Sam (2x22)

“I can’t do this alone.” - Dean (1x01) and Sam (15x20)

It’s not romantic. It’s not sexual. It’s a whole category on it’s own. They’re each other’s exceptions to the rules. They’re each other’s reasons why they can do such great terrible and wonderful things.

And those that are stuck on the entomology, thinking that gencest means sneaky incest because it has cest in the name?

[x]

incest (n.)

"the crime of sexual intercourse between near kindred," c. 1200, from Old French inceste "incest; lechery, fornication," and directly from Latin incestum "unchastity, impious unchastity," also specifically "sexual intercourse between close relatives," noun use of neuter adjective incestus "unchaste, impure," from in- "not" (see in- (1)) + castus "pure" (see caste). Old English had sibleger "incest," literally "kin-lying."

the suffix “cest” actually means pure

[x]

-gen

word-forming element technically meaning "something produced," but mainly, in modern use, "thing that produces or causes," from French -gène (18c.), from Greek -genes "born of, produced by," which is from the same source as genos "birth," genea "race, family," from PIE root *gene- "give birth, beget," with derivatives referring to procreation and familial and tribal groups. First used in late 18th century French chemistry (see oxygen), it probably involves a misunderstanding of -genes, as though it meant "that which produces."

Thus the etymology on gencest literally means “to produce something pure.”

Anyone that has an issue because of the origin of the name Gencest is pretty much taking offense mainly because of shipping wars and their own issues/insecurities.

#the epic love story of sam and dean #gencest #gencesty asks #gencest salt #gencest defined

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marinsawakening · 3 years

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Late Enough to Rest

Fandom: Princess Tutu

Wordcount: 2153

Summary: Alternate Universe. Superhero Ahiru finds supervillain Rue on her doorstep in the middle of the night, hurt, holding an unconscious Mytho and asking for help.

Notes: Written for @ahirueweek day 2: superpower. Relationship can be platonic or pre-romantic, depending on your interpretation. Read here on AO3

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The last thing she expected to find on her doorstep at 3 AM was - well, anything, it was 3 AM, the only reason Ahiru herself hadn't gone to bed yet was because she apparently made terrible life choices. But definitely the very last thing she expected to find on her doorstep was Rue.

But there she was, leaning heavily against the wall, sopping wet locks of hair clinging to her forehead, her clothes so tattered that Ahiru couldn't even guess whether they used to be her Princess Kreahe costume or not. And hanging in her arms was Mytho, eerily still.

"Please -" she started, but Ahiru was quicker.

"Rue!" she yelled, throwing the door open as wide as possible. "You - Mytho - are you hurt? Is Mytho alright?"

"We need to come in," Rue said, her voice tense. Her fingers dug into Mytho's side. "Quickly, before anyone sees us."

Despite this, when Ahiru stepped aside, Rue just stared at her.

"Come in," Ahiru urged, and finally, Rue moved inside, out of the rain. It was only then that Ahiru noticed the trail of blood she left behind.

"You are hurt," she accused. "Sit down, I'll get the bandages -"

"It's nothing," Rue cut her off. She lay Mytho on the couch and sagged next to him on the floor. Inside, Ahiru could get a better look at her. Blood gushed from wounds all over her body; thankfully, most of them were probably just shallow scrapes, but there was a large gash in her thigh that might need stitches, and from the way she was holding her chest, there was a good chance something wrong with her ribs as well. "Listen -"

"Don't move," Ahiru ordered, running to the kitchen. She pulled the med kit from under the sink and ran back. Rue startled as she knelt next to her.

"Clothes off."

"I'm sorry, what?" Rue asked, incredulous.

"I need to reach your wounds." From up close, it was clear that she was wearing civilian clothes, a black shirt and pants, tactical, good for running.

"It doesn't matter," Rue snapped. "Listen, I have information -"

"I'm not listening to anything until we've taken care of your wounds."

Rue groaned. "Ahiru, we don't have time for this -"

"Is anyone going to die within an hour?"

"No, but -"

"Two hours?"

"I don't see how that -"

"Then we have time to disinfect, stitch, and bandage some gashes."

"Who even cares!"

"I do!"

Rue glared at her. Ahiru crossed her arms and didn't move an inch.

Finally, Rue sighed and gingerly pulled off the leftovers of her shirt. "You're still as stubborn as ever, aren't you?"

"Yup," Ahiru said, in a cheerful tone that quickly morphed into a horrified gasp.

Bruises climbed up Rue's torso like vines, covering her side and ribs, sneaking up into her sports bra and down to her thigh. Without thinking, Ahiru reached out a hand to touch, before remembering why that would be a terrible, awful, no good idea, and snatching it away.

"Are your ribs..."

"They're fine."

Ahiru stared at Rue until she turned her head.

"They're not broken," she said, reluctantly. "They don't hurt enough for that. Bruised, probably. Maybe fractured."

Ahiru took a deep breath. "Alright," she said. "We're taking you to the hospital for an x-ray tomorrow."

"No hospitals," Rue snapped.

"I can't just let you walk around with fractured ribs!"

"No. Hospitals." When Ahiru opened her mouth to protest, Rue cut her off. "My - the Raven knows I'm hurt. He'll be keeping an eye on them. The risk is too great."

That's - fine.

"Okay," Ahiru agreed reluctantly, "no hospitals. But promise me you'll take it easy, at least for a while, alright?"

Which was a normal question! But Rue stared at her like she'd just announced she was marrying the Raven."Why do you even care?"

Ahiru blinked. " 'Cause you're my friend, of course."

Rue just kept staring at her. "I've been trying to kill you for the past three months."

She shrugged. "Friends make bad choices, sometimes. Doesn't mean they're not your friends anymore. Now take your pants off, I need to reach your thighs."

For a solid few seconds, Rue didn't move. Then, she burst out laughing.

"You're one of a kind, aren't you?" she muttered, and it seemed almost bitter.

Ahiru didn't know how to respond to that, so she didn't, setting out to clean her wounds instead. Luckily, she'd been right, and most of them were shallow. Only the one on her thigh required stitches.

"There!" She clapped her hands together, triumphantly. "All done. I'll get some ice for your ribs. Lay down on my bed in the meantime."

Rue sputtered. "I can't just - I can't just take your bed!"

Ahiru waved her off. "It's fine, it's fine. I can sleep on the floor no problem."

"It's indecent!" she protested, and it would've been beyond weird, a supervillain on her floor protesting that taking the bed would be impolite, but it was Rue. Rue was just like that.

"You're the one who's hurt," Ahiru reasoned. "Please, Rue. Take the bed."

Rue blinked owlishly at her, before slowly getting up and walking to the bed. With a sigh of relief, Ahiru ducked out of the room.

Problem: there was no ice left. Fakir had even written a nice little reminder on the fridge door: buy ice, right there beneath the rest of her groceries. The whiteboard has been his idea too, actually; she'd forget less if she wrote down whatever she needed right after she ran out. It'd been a huge help, except for the fact that she still forgot to go to the store on a regular basis. Whoops.

Underneath the ice, there were more supplies in Fakir's handwriting; iodine, gauze, medical alcohol. The last fight had been rough, and Fakir had spent a good half hour just bandaging her wounds. It'd been worth it, though; Mytho had actually shown some awareness, right before he slashed her the third time, and the sword had only grazed her. He'd even opened his mouth to say something, before it turned into an ugly sneer again. Stuff like that was getting rarer and rarer, and even Fakir couldn't bring himself to lecture her too much, after she told him.

And now Mytho was on her couch, offline, and Rue seemed like she'd split off from the Raven and - and she needed ice for her bruised-or-fractured ribs that they couldn't take to the hospital because the Raven would be watching them.

Ahiru took a deep breath, and managed to unearth some frozen peas from the back of her freezer.

Rue had settled in on her bed, in the same way a stray kitten would settle into a dog pound. Aside from her fingers playing with a stray piece of fabric from her leftover-pants, she lay completely still, stiff as a board and with her arms tucked in as close to her body as possible. She and Mr. Fuzzles seemed engaged in a staring contest, and it didn't look like Rue was winning.

"Mr. Fuzzles doesn't bite, you know," she said, plopping the peas down onto Rue's chest. Thankfully, Rue didn't protest the treatment anymore, and simply moved them down towards her bruises.

"I know that," she snapped. "Why do you have a stuffed animal? You're seventeen."

"What, don't you have any?" She moved Mr. Fuzzles so that his head rested in Rue's armpit. "They're fuzzy!"

"Father would never have allowed me to cling to such childish nonsense," she sniffed haughtily. But even though she glared at the teddybear, she made no move to throw him off. Maybe because that would throw the peas off too.

"Well, your father is a supervillain, so I think that might just be part of all the evil."

Rue opened her mouth, then snapped it close again. "I... suppose it is soft."

"Exactly!" Ahiru grabbed a chair. "I'll get you one too, later."

"You really don't have to do that."

"But I want to."

"Ahiru, if we don't deal with Drosselmeyer, there might not be a later." Rue hit her fist against the bed. It couldn't hide the shaking in her hands.

"Drosselmeyer?" Without even thinking about it, she touched her pendant. "Shouldn't we be taking down the Raven?"

Rue started taking a deep breath, before letting it out again with a painful wheeze. "How much do you know about Drosselmeyer?"

"I - I've only met him a few times." She remember him appearing above her lake, hovering over the water like a ghost, gifting her the pendant, a chance at humanity. A chance to help Mytho.

Rue's head snapped towards her. "You've met him?"

"Only a few times! Can count them on one hand, really." His smile was creepy, and his ability to stop time even more so, and he seemed to delight in other people's misery just a bit too much, but even so, he didn't seem - well, Raven-level capital 'E' Evil.

"That - makes things easier, I suppose." Rue blew out a breath. It seemed exhaling was easier than inhaling. "Drosselmeyer is the writer of the story."

"The Prince and the Raven, right? Where Mytho's from?"

She remembered him, that day on the lake, smiling down at her with a grin too wide for his face.

"So you love that boy, huh?" he'd asked her. She could only nod. She'd been just a duck, after all.

"Would you still love him if I told you he wasn't human?"

"It was one of the many plays he wrote, although the only one he left unfinished," Rue confirmed. "It seems he wants to finish it, now."

"Would you still love him if he was just a robot, made to perform?"

"Mytho tore his own heart apart to keep the story from continuing; with him defective, the Raven couldn't properly fight him. But when you started to rebuild his heart -"

"Do you love him enough to search for his heart, so that he may feel again?"

"The story continued," Ahiru finished. Her nails were digging into her arms. "Then - this fight. It's my fault."

"If it hadn't been you, it would've been someone else," Rue said, but Ahiru barely listened.

"He said that only I would accept being Princess Tutu. That I'm the only one who -"

"And the Raven told me I was an android built by him," Rue interrupted. Ahiru startled.

"What? But you bleed."

"Exactly." Rue's hand was clenched and white-knuckled. White-knuckled from a lack of blood, which androids didn't have. "He lied. Men like him and Drosselmeyer will say whatever they need to, in order to get you to do what they want."

And Ahiru - Ahiru was still shaking, but she took a deep breath, and suppressed her fear. For Rue. Rue needed her to be calm. "I'm sorry."

"I told you, it's not your fault -"

"I'm sorry about the Raven," she clarified. "That's the reason you were helping him, right? I'm sorry. He shouldn't have treated you that way."

And Rue just... stared. She just stared, until tears started to stream across her face.

"Rue..." Ahiru reached out a hand, but Rue was faster, wiping away the tears as quickly as they appeared.

"I'm sorry," she said, and she sounded choked up. "I don't - I don't know what came over me."

"It's okay." Hesitantly, she laid her hand on Rue's head, and when Rue didn't try to stop her, she stroked her fingers through her hair. Her hands were still shaking, a little bit, but as she continued, they stilled. As Princess Tutu, she'd done this dozens of times before, for dozens of people, and there was something comforting about the familiar movements.

"I don't know exactly what you've been through," she started, and without even noticing, she slipped into the familiar Princess Tutu cadence. "But it must've been horrible, having the Raven as a father, doing everything you could for him, even hurting Mytho, and finding out he never loved you to begin with. You've been through a lot, and you can cry about it."

"We don't - we don't have the time -" Rue choked out, but the tears kept coming faster than she could wipe them away.

Ahiru kept carding her fingers through Rue's hair, carefully working through the knots in her hair. Even as Rue's sobs increased, her whole body shaking, a certain tension slipped from her body underneath Ahiru's fingers. "It's okay," she repeated. "If nobody's going to do die in a few hours, we have the time."

And at that, Rue unraveled. It was like all the tears she'd kept in for weeks, months, maybe even years came spilling out in one giant storm. She wailed into her pillow, and all Ahiru could do was continue to stroke her head, the practiced motions just as much for Rue's sake as for her own.

A story was moving, the plot wrapping up, but even so, they could take a few sentences to rest.

#princess tutu #ahirue #ahirue week 2021 #ahirue week #ahiru #rue #my writing #my posts #TECHNICALLY i gave this one last editing pass!!#i still really don't like this at all but it's definitely better than the first draft and I'm proud of the improvements

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destieltropecollection · 4 years

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Destiel Trope Collection 2020 Day 5: Case Fic

Fearful | @deansrightfulangerissue

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1430 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Universe, IT Crossover, Angst Summary: It comes for children, it feeds on their fears. Dean and Cas arrive to end its reign of terror.

He Wanted More (WIP) | @becky-srs

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1621 Main Tags/Warnings: #HeWantedMore #Destiel Summary: After years of self-denying and depressing Dean realized he's in love with Cas. Cas loves him too but this two morons won't see it, until Sam takes of with Eileen to a romantic vacation and put Dean and Cas on a case with a monster who kills gay couples what takes them to be an undercover couple... may the cover fall and revel their true feelings?

Curse me | @notfunnydean

Rating: General Word Count: 3099 Main Tags/Warnings: Dean loves balett!! Summary: Dean had always loved ballet, even though he never told anyone about that. When he and Sam find cursed ballet shoes, Dean can’t resist and tries them on anyway. He gets surprised in more than just one way.

Lost and Found | @unforth & @deansrightfulangerissue

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4885 Main Tags/Warnings: Horror, Ambiguous Ending, Memory Alteration Summary: Dean and Sam's hunt in a haunted forest was bullshit from the moment the fog rolled in. And then the ghost silenced the world.

On This Night | @mittensmorgul

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 5688 Main Tags/Warnings: case fic, djinn, fluff, dean knows his tropes Summary: Something goes terribly wrong while hunting a djinn. Newly-human Cas had never considered what the effects of djinn poison could be for a human, and struggles to remember why everything seems just so slightly off when he wakes up back at the cabin he and Dean had been staying in during the hunt. The cabin has been transformed with holiday decorations, and Cas wonders just how long he'd been unconscious. Only when he tries to get answers from Dean, reality comes crashing back in on them both, in the best of all possible ways.

Heavenly Flavor | @songbird211

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 7190 Main Tags/Warnings: First Time/Fluff/lust monster/Sam Ships It/Anal/Blowjobs/Nipple Play/Top Dean/Top Cas/Bottom Dean/Bottom Cas/Voyeurism/Wing Kink/Love Confession Summary: During a case involving college men going missing Dean and Cas are taken by the creature responsible. This creature loves having sex with humans, hence the kidnappings, but this time she wants to fulfill her fantasy of watching two men have sex and she thinks Dean and Cas will do nicely.

The Unexpected Consequences of Amnesia | @pray4jensen

Rating: Mature Word Count: 10539 Main Tags/Warnings: Casefic, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Jealousy, Secret Relationship, Miscommunication, Dubious Consent Summary: When a spell backfires and results in Sam losing a year’s worth of memories, Sam’s really not that worried. After all, Dean reassures him that he hasn’t missed much and for the first time in a long time, the supernatural world’s at peace. Except then Dean and Cas exchange a look. Except then Sam keeps seeing them sneak around at night, into each other’s bedrooms, or whispering stealthily into each other’s ears whenever they think that he’s not looking. So naturally, Sam just has to investigate. Or the one where Sam obliviously and almost single-handedly brings about the collapse of Dean and Cas’ marriage in the span of one week.

Angeleech | @noiproksa

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 14457 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Compliant, Team Free Will, Hugs, Family Feels, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Castiel, Banter, Platonic Cuddling, Sharing a Bed, Case Fic Summary: It was supposed to be an easy hunt, but then everything goes sideways. Dean and Sam have to take care of an injured Cas and find out what is going on with the angel before it is too late. (Intended as gen, but can be read as Destiel pre-slash.)

Ten Inch Hero | @banshee1013

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 16689 Main Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Smut, Canon Compliant, Case Fic, Season/Series 15 Spoilers, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Hurt Dean Winchester, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Minor Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Witch Curses, Castiel/Dean Winchester in the Men of Letters Bunker, Researching Sam Winchester, No Archive Warnings Summary: After returning from Purgatory the second time, Castiel and Dean were just beginning to explore the new direction of their relationship, when on a case involving missing hunters, Dean is struck by a witch's curse and turned into a ten-inch plastic figurine. Can Sam find a way to revert the effects of the curse and return Dean to himself before the tiny spark of life Cas detects in him fades away? Or will Cas lose Dean just as their relationship has begun?

Trouble in Paradise | @its-funnier-in-klingon

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1746 Main Tags/Warnings: canon divergence, human!Cas, post 14x09, Hawaii, case fic, bed-sharing, ghosts, mutual pining Summary: Sam finds a case where gay couples are being tormented by a ghost in a resort in Kauai, Hawaii. Sam, Dean, Cas, and Jack embark to the resort where Dean and Cas must go undercover to take down the ghost, all while trying to sort through all their own personal issues.

Unthought Known | @noiproksa

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 18337 Main Tags/Warnings: Temporary Amnesia, Profound Bond, Team Free Will, Banter, Canon Compliant, Hugs, Case Fic, Soul Bond Summary: Dean wakes up in an abandoned mental institution with no memories and two strange guys, ‘Sam’ and ‘Castiel.’ They have to work together if they want to find out who they are and what happened to them. And what the hell is this profound bond he seems to share with Castiel? * Dean woke up with a pounding headache on the floor of a bright white, windowless room and no recollection of how he got there. What the hell was he doing in what looked like some sort of psych ward? Before he could get his bearings, he heard moaning coming from behind him and got to his feet, swiveling around, ready to fight whoever was in the room with him. ‘Whoever’ turned out to be two someones. One man with abnormally long hair and one guy in a trench coat who had a ‘tax accountant’ vibe to him. Who were these clowns? (Intended as gen, but can be read as Destiel pre-slash.)

Suck It, Judy Garland | @midrashic

Rating: Mature Word Count: 20116 Main Tags/Warnings: N/A Summary: It had to be St. Louis. Or, the one where Sam and Cas get fake married for a case, and Dean loses his mind.

Making it Up as We Go | @Foxymoley

Rating: Mature Word Count: 24439 Main Tags/Warnings: Case fic, ghost, Angel!Cas, choose your own adventure Summary: A choose your own adventure story! The Winchester's catch a case—an ordinary salt and burn—but Dean's decisions along the way are up to you!

The Memory Remains | FriendofCarlotta (AO3)

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 28408 Main Tags/Warnings: Case fic, post-canon, POV Dean Winchester Summary: With Chuck defeated, Dean's trying hard to get his head back in the game. What he needs is a bit of peace and quiet, and maybe a nice, straightforward hunt. What he most definitely doesn't need is this thing about monsters trying to summon some kind of hermaphroditic goat person. Or dealing with Cas, whose powers are still failing and who is acting more human in increasingly disconcerting ways.

Human Error | @jemariel

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 33435 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate season 9, case fic, wendigos, human Castiel, Cas in the bunker, miscommunication, drunk sex, top!Dean, bottom!Cas, 69 (sex position), bedsharing Summary: Cas is human now, and things aren't going to plan. (Not that Dean had a plan. Nope. No plans of any kind.) Anyway, what's a Winchester to do when everything he tries seems to blow up in his face? Go hunting. Obviously.

Fade to Hell | @alisuwink **Also in English**

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 37549 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester,Alastair (Supernatural), Bobby Singer, Slow Burn, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Canon Universe, Season/Series 05, Fanart, Action/Adventure, Violence, Dark, Humor, Hell, Tortured Dean Winchester, Madness, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester Summary: It didn’t seem to be enough with Lucifer wandering free and the Apocalypse up our asses. Of course not! Now, Sammy’s soul has ended in fucking Hell, and I have no choice but to go down to that fucking hole with Castiel. When we rescue Sam, he is going to be buying me beers for the rest of his damn life. *Note: the fic is finished in Spanish, I'll have it in English by June.

Highway 9 | @ellis-park

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 38909 Main Tags/Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, mutual pining, suicide attempt Summary: Dean Winchester is a private investigator working what should be an open-and-shut vandalism case on an isolated stretch of rural highway. Except it’s not an open-and-shut case, because whatever is happening on Highway 9 isn’t vandalism — it’s something far more sinister and unnatural. And if Dean is going to get to the bottom of this case, he’s going to have to rely on the one person he’s learned he can’t rely on for anything — his ex-best friend, Cas Novak.

Someone Who’s Feeling for Me | @ellis-park

Rating: Mature Word Count: 45876 Main Tags/Warnings: Mutual pining, case fic, canon universe Summary: Dean sees her for the first time in nearly six years in some no-name town in Idaho, and it's panic at first sight. Lisa Braeden, the one woman Dean ever actually had a shot at a real life with, back from where he buried her in his mind. And her hand is on Cas's arm like it's no big deal, like it belongs there. Cas, Dean's dorky, sweet, badass, angelic best friend, and he's just standing there next to Lisa and not moving her hand away. Dean feels the jealousy rising, and it's not directed where he expected it to be. Because it takes this exact moment for Dean to realize he's in love with his best friend. He's in love with his best friend, and Lisa is looking at Cas like he's the best thing since automatic rifles, and Dean is utterly fucked.

Silver and Cold | @pomegranatedaffodil

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 64851 Main Tags/Warnings: Case Fic, Hunter Castiel, Small Town Setting, Religious Themes, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Injuries, Minor Character Death,Tragic Backstory, Nightmares, Angst with a Happy Ending, Switching Summary: The death of a young man in an apparent animal attack brings hunter Cas Novak to the small town of Sydnam, Maine. It doesn’t take long for him to realize he’s tracking a werewolf, but discovering the killer’s identity is no easy task. All signs point towards Dean Winchester, a lonely recluse who lives in the middle of the woods and whose antagonistic behaviour does little to lessen Cas’ suspicions. As the investigation drags on, their mutual distrust gives way to a wary alliance. Cas’ instincts warn him that Dean is hiding something, but as he uncovers the man beneath the mystery, his professional interest becomes far more personal. Praying his faith in Dean isn’t misplaced, Cas races to catch the killer before the next full moon rises and another life is abruptly cut short.

#destiel trope collection 2020 #destiel trope collection #Destiel #case fic #day 5

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“This Love” Collection

AO3 Link || Masterpost

Fandom / Genre: Nanatsu no Taizai (The Seven Deadly Sins) / Light Angst

Pairing: Meliodas & Ban

Warnings: Scars, abusive father, physical abuse (doesn’t go into too much detail), lmk if I need to add anything else!

Notes: “This Love” Collection is a series of one shots that all take place in the same... AU? In this story people have marks which represent the strong bonds people make with others. It’s kinda like a soulmate AU, except it’s not pre-destined love and the marks can fade. Relationships will vary, from both romantic to platonic to familial. Imma attempt to post one of these weekly until I feel I’m happy with how many of these stories I’ve made!

Ban stared down at his best friend, his captain, sleeping beside him after returning to normal. Instead of the shock Ban had expected to feel, he felt nothing but relief. He slowly let go of a breath when he realized Meliodas wouldn’t be waking up right away, and leaned back to look out across the land of Purgatory.

He almost laughed to himself. It made sense that a creature he was fighting had turned out to be his captain’s emotions.

Glancing back down to the emotions beside him, Ban took in his appearance more.

Meliodas’ emotions looked… smaller, somehow. They looked smaller than the Meliodas Ban knew. The emotions were curled up, almost like a ball, but they looked relaxed as well, as though Meliodas’ emotions were sleeping peacefully in the deepest pits of hell they could find themselves in.

He caught sight of a patch of skin that seemed paler than the rest of Meliodas, and Ban turned his captain’s emotions over onto their back so he could see better. His eyes widened when he caught sight of scars, all over Meliodas’ chest. The scars were like claw marks, slashes through the bond marks Ban had seen a million and one times over the course of knowing the captain.

Ban didn’t know how to react, seeing the marks sliced apart on his best friend’s chest.

He traced over his own mark on Meliodas’ chest, the fox he had become in Purgatory. It had three slashes through it, all clean and perfect cuts, ones that could only be achieved through slicing slowly through something. Ban bit his lip harshly, brows furrowed as he wondered if Meliodas’ emotions had done this, or if something else had.

The marks of the other sins were all in similar states, but then one stuck out more to Ban. One mark was missing entirely.

Ban rested his hand over a large patch of scar tissue, and he felt he might be sick at the thought crossing his mind. Elizabeth’s mark was supposed to be right here, Ban knew this for a fact. Her mark was the only one missing. Someone had gouged his best friend’s beloved mark off his chest.

He pulled away from Meliodas, and crossed his legs. Ban couldn’t do much now besides wait for Meliodas’ emotions to wake up.

He wasn’t sure how long it took, but eventually the being beside him stirred, groaning softly. Ban watched him carefully, his captain slowly opening his eyes. The emotions looked stunned when Meliodas’ hand appeared normal, and then green eyes were meeting crimson, and those green eyes filled with tears and Meliodas launched himself into Ban when he was told it was no hallucination.

Ban blinked in surprise at the sudden embrace, his best friend’s sobs shooting right through him, and although it took a moment Ban finally moved, his arms circling around his captain just as tightly as Meliodas’ own hold around him.

Meliodas pulled away after a while, sniffling and trying to dry the tears streaming down his face to no avail. Ban chuckled as he hauled himself to his feet, holding out a hand for Meliodas and pulling the emotions up as well.

Ban didn’t mention the scars - not yet anyway. He was just glad that he had found the captain.

The scars still bugged Ban though, as they jumped around Purgatory looking for a creature they could use to make clothes. In all his life, he had never seen scars on Meliodas. Injuries either left no trace when healed, or the scars would disappear after just a day. But here in Purgatory, it had been centuries since Ban had arrived, and Meliodas had been here longer. Ban didn’t think that Meliodas just got those scars recently, either.

It was as they were making their new clothes that Ban finally asked.

“Hey Captain?”

Meliodas looked up from his work, a big smile on his face. It faded slightly as he noticed Ban’s expression, it was hard for Meliodas to read but it wasn’t a happy or excited one, so worry slowly creeped up in Meliodas’ mind.

“Yeah?”

Ban sat down and placed his head on his hand, making sure to keep eye contact with Meliodas. “Why do you have those scars?” He gestured with his free hand to Meliodas’ chest.

Meliodas glanced down, seeming to have forgotten that the scars were even there. His eyes had widened a little before his shoulders slumped. He sat down across from Ban, folding his hands together. “You want the full story, or the summed up one?”

“We have time, so full.”

Meliodas sighed, mimicking Ban’s position as he thought about what to say.

“So, you know about my curse.” Ban nodded. “Well, anytime I die, I come here. Usually, I’m stuck with my old man until I come back to life. This time though, I cast out my emotions to become demon king,” Meliodas gestured to himself. “That’s why I’m all the way out here. I guess I just… lost hope of ever getting out.”

“That doesn’t explain the scars.”

“Anytime I come back to purgatory, father is disgusted by the sight of my bond marks. He says they’re just a representation of what makes me weak. So, he tries to get rid of them. Each time I come here, he tries to remove the marks, to no avail.” Meliodas laughed, startling Ban. “He’s tried everything! From burning, to trying to get lies into my head that the bonds aren’t real, to just outright cutting them off.”

Ban stared at his captain with wide eyes, the blonde continued though, not really seeming to notice Ban’s increasing worry. “It never works. They always come back, always heal completely. They don’t appear on my physical body, but here when they do the scars remain until I wake up back home and the scars disappear by the time I come back.”

“So… they’re temporary?”

Meliodas nodded. “It’s temporary.”

Ban recalls all the times he had caught Meliodas staring at his own reflection, or absentmindedly tracing the marks on his chest. It didn’t happen often - Meliodas was incredibly good at keeping those things to himself - but it happened often enough that Ban remembered. He had been confused as to why Meliodas wouldn’t really trace the pattern of the marks, but rather, traced random shapes over the marks. Specifically Elizabeth’s.

He wasn’t sure the scars were as temporary as Meliodas claimed them to be.

“Does he cut off the princess’ mark completely every time?”

At the mention of Elizabeth’s mark, Meliodas’ hand moved over it, his fingers carefully running along the edges of the scar. Meliodas’ smile had completely disappeared.

“Yeah.”

Ban wanted to rip the Demon King to shreds.

They didn’t talk anymore about the scars.

#amberskywrites #nanatsu no taizai #nnt meliodas #nnt ban #nnt #7ds meliodas #7ds ban #7ds #sds meliodas #sds ban #sds #ambersky #light angst #tw abusive parent #TW physical abuse #nnt fanfic #nnt fanfiction #(ask to tag)

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A-Spec Across Fandoms

23/10/20 - I know I have already done an a-spec post for Destiel fics, but it is asexual awareness week next week, so I thought I’d read a load of fics with ace characters from a few different shows I like! We have some Supernatural, some Doctor Who, some Sherlock, and a couple from Good Omens. Happy ace week!

Supernatural

broken when I’m lonesome by SailorChibi on AO3. (7,015 words).

Tags: Asexual Castiel, Demisexual Dean, Panromantic Castiel, Biromantic Dean, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, PTSD, Dean Has Self-Esteem Issues, Dean Has a Sexuality Crisis, Angst, Fluff, Touch-Starved, Comfort, Platonic Cuddling, Castiel is Not Oblivious, comments that could be taken as ace-phobic.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: After being saved from hell, Dean's old methods of coping aren't working anymore: he's not sexually attracted to anyone, and he's not interested in sex no matter how many times he climbs into bed with hot, naked women. Sam is convinced that his brother is just depressed, but Dean knows this goes deeper than that. He still craves the intimacy that can make him feel safe. Fortunately, Castiel is there to both understand and provide.

Notes: This fic really hit home. I’m not sure if it is because almost every person I have ever talked to has had some form of this conversation, but it was still cute.

La Vie A Plus by K_K_TiBal on AO3. (6,260 words).

Tags: Punk Castiel, Asexual Castiel, College/Uni AU, Roommates, oh my god they were roommates, College Student Dean, College Student Castiel, Pining, First Kiss, Misunderstandings, Art Student Castiel, Love Confessions, Gabriel is a Little Shit, Tattooed Castiel.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Dean Winchester is hopelessly, head-over-heels in love with his best friend and roommate, Castiel. Castiel - with his blue hair, and his tattoos, and his artwork, and his perfect everything. Dean never stood a chance, really. It only sucks because, as far as Dean can tell, Castiel is definitely not interested. But love, much like art, has a way of being unpredictable. Even if you think you know where you're going with it.

Notes: The angst is strong in this one! Again, I feel like many aces have had this conversation or that fear that people (allos, especially) may not want to be with them.

Exposed to What You Hide by SailorChibi on AO3. (1,890 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Hunters, Creature Castiel, Procubus Cas, Asexual Castiel, Established Relationship, Hidden Relationship, Assisted Suicide, Cuddling, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: "We think Cas is a procubus," Sam blurted out. Then he winced and yelped when Charlie kicked him under the table. "Ow!" "Smooth, Sam," Charlie snapped. Dean looked back and forth between them, realizing that they were both 100% serious. "A procubus." "Basically it's the sexless version of an incubus or a succubus," Charlie explained before Sam could. "It's... it's a demon that kills people by sleeping with them." She was chewing on her thumbnail now, eyes big and apologetic. Sam had done one better pasting on a truly epic kicked puppy expression of apology. "You think Cas is killing people by cuddling with them," Dean said, just to be sure.

Notes: Well that took a bit of a turn. I’m not sure why, but I love fics where Cas keeps bees, it was just so cute to see him that happy! (Even if he was crazy. Shut up).

Consolation by Trell on AO3. (1,195 words).

Tags: Aromantic, Aromantic Relationship, Asexual Relationship, Asexuality, Asexual Character.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: In which both of them are ancient, and neither of them are in love with each other.

Notes: Okay, I would first of all like to say that I do not ship Cas and Ten. I was kind of curious though, and clearly whoever wrote this ships Destiel and Ten/Rose. That being said, I am here for some angst; poor Cas and his unrequited love, and poor Ten because all his friends are dead.

Doctor Who

don’t hold this war inside by WishingTree on AO3. (1,824 words).

Tags: Asexual Yaz, Pre-Relationship, Asexual Character.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: “It’s just - I’m scared,” she finally manages. “Scared?” the Doctor stills where she’s been trying to roll up the sleeves of her coat, shoving the material of one arm over her elbow and asking, “Scared of what?” Yaz doesn’t answer, can’t answer, and the Doctor goes to reach for her, aborting the movement halfway and only managing an awkward swaying motion. “...Scared of me?”

Notes: Thasmin is a ship that, had I not stumbled across it on Instagram, would never have thought of on my own. Much like Sabriel, however, now the idea is in my head, I ship it! Also, the author in this fic manages to perfectly capture the Doctor’s personality, which is quite an impressive feat.

Whatever fits my skin by lloydsglasses on AO3. (1,481 words).

Tags: Friendship, Male-Female Friendship, Cross-Generational Friendship, Asexual Character, Asexuality, Canon Gay Character, LGBTQ Character, Aromantic, Pride.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: “So, does that happen to you a lot?” Bill asks once they’re safely back in the Doctor’s study, each cradling a mug of tea. “Getting snogged by gorgeous women as a thanks for saving their lives.” The Doctor sets his teacup down gently on the desk, mouth pursing in distaste. “Far more often than I’d like.”

Notes: Oh my god that was so (fucking) cute! Now I want more fics of characters going to pride. Maybe for next June. Also, I’m just saying that I hated Nardole and nothing you can say to me will make me change my mind.

Take It, Leave It (But you’d better believe it) by lloydsglasses on AO3. (760 words).

Tags: Friendship, Male-Female Friendship, Cross-Generational Friendship, Asexual Character. Aromantic, Canon Gay Character, Coming Out, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, LGBTQ Themes.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: “I told my foster mum that I’m gay. Now she keeps trying to set me up with guys."

“Ah,” says the Doctor, with a frown. “That seems… counterintuitive.”

Notes: I’ve always loved Bill and Twelve’s relationship, and this is such a cute scene! It is a crime we haven’t got more River Song content, by the way.

Crescendo by tenscupcake on AO3. (6,013 words).

Tags: Fluff, Asexual Character, Romance.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: As her relationship with the Doctor slowly develops into something a little more than friendship, Rose starts to wonder what's holding him back. But one fateful night, he confesses something that makes her realize she never had any reason to worry.

Notes: Beautifully written! I don’t think I’ve ever read a Ten/Rose fic before, but I have always shipped it and it is adorable.

Sherlock

The Important Bit by Solshine on AO3. (9,984 words).

Tags: Asexual Sherlock, Platonic Relationship, Amarriage, Same-Sex Marriage, Bromance, Domestic.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Just where exactly is the line between “to love” and “to be in love”? What difference is required between “flatmate” and “husband”? (Besides the rings, obviously.) No, the important bit is that they have each other. Thirty years, give or take, in an atypical marriage. Basically a long bit of platonic domestic fluff.

Notes: Oh, this is absolutely one of my favourite Johnlock fics now. Absolutely adorable (because I love domestic Johnlock okay), I nearly cried, and now I want all the art of Sherlock with a fancy old cane!

the art of getting by (isn’t really so artsy at all) by stupidmuse_hatesme on AO3. (6,521 words).

Tags: Asexuality, Asexual Character, Asexual Sherlock, Romance, First Time, First Date, Slash.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: “He's treating things like they're normal! Things are not normal.” Sherlock drags his hands from his mussed up hair and covers his face. “You aren't helping much,” he mumbles into his palms. “I hope you know that.” The skull only grins from his perch and says not a word. “Really, you're supposed to do more than just--sit there.”

Notes: John is so unbelievably sweet in this, but Sherlock was bit OOC.

what does the world get by coloredink on AO3. (2,302 words).

Tags: Asexuality, Asexual Sherlock, Asexual Character, Asexual Relationship.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: A women's magazine quiz leads Sherlock to investigate the nature of love.

Notes: A cute lil’ fic about exploring your (in this case, lack of) romantic and sexual attraction.

Surprisingly Simple by heeroluva on AO3. (855 words).

Tags: Asexuality, Asexual Character, Asexual Relationship, First Kiss, Touching, Fluff, Cuddling and Snuggling. My Rating: 3 stars. Description: In which John is asexual, and Sherlock never asks. Notes: Pretty cute, and it is always nice to see a character who is just cool with it, without some massive explanation. I can dream.

Good Omens

An Honest Surrender by Kedreeva on AO3. (4,107 words).

Tags: Ineffable Husbands, Post-Apocalypse, Love Confessions, Marriage Proposal, Marriage, First Kiss, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Soulmates, Soul Bond, Aziraphale’s True Form, Crowley’s True Form, Asexual Character, Asexual Relationship.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: "For six thousand years," Crowley said, voice cracking, "I have wanted something I couldn't have, because I asked the wrong questions. But I'm asking the right one now. The only one that matters." In which Aziraphale follows Crowley home after the nonpocalypse.

Notes: Seriously, reading Good Omens fics always makes me so relaxed and sleepy it is unreal. I need to read them more often. Anyway, this is such a cute explanation for the final episode, and I loved it!

You’re the Only Prayer I Need by Kedreeva on AO3. (5,507 words).

Tags: Ineffable Husbands, Wingfic, Angel Wings, Angel/Demon Relationship, Wing Grooming, Bathing/Washing, Cuddling & Snuggling, Asexual Character, Asexuality, Asexual Relationship, Snake Crowley, Love Confessions, Trust, Non-Sexual Intimacy.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Crowley had, in the six thousand years Aziraphale had known him, shed his skin exactly twice that Aziraphale knew of. Both times he had disappeared without a trace, having retreated somewhere very safe and very, very unknown to hide while he was so vulnerable, and Aziraphale had never thought to ask beyond that information. Everyone was, he had supposed at the time, entitled to their secrets. The problem was that he had stumbled directly into this secret now, and there was hardly a graceful way out of it.

Notes: The sheer level of trust is adorable, and I’m always here for snake Crowley.

A Little Less Celestial by Kedreeva on AO3. (2,360 words).

Tags: Non-Sexual Intimacy, Non-Sexual, Sharing a Bed, Ineffable Husbands, Literal Sleeping Together, Wingfic, Cuddling & Snuggling, Asexual Character, Asexual Relationship.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Aziraphale accidentally falls asleep, and Crowley teaches him sleeping isn't so bad, really.

Notes: Oh my God, this was so calming to read in a way I really can’t describe? Also, now I want a bookshelf bed.

Just One Yesterday by Kedreeva on AO3. (1,952 words).

Tags: True Form Crowley, True Form Aziraphale, Ineffable Husbands, Angst with a Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Post-Apocalypse, Time Travel, Time Loop, Asexual Character, Asexual Relationship, Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Missing Scene.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: Crowley and Aziraphale didn't stop the apocalypse on the first try, but you know what they say... try, try again.

Notes: I could not tell you the plot of this, but that image of Crowley’s true form was beautiful (and the artwork was phenomenal!).

So, there we have it! I hope you enjoy them, and have a nice week. By the way, if you have instagram, please would you consider following @justaceofficial? They are trying to get funding for a TV series which focuses on an asexual main character, and they ran an asexual advent running up to this week!

#spn #doctor who #good omens #sherlock #johnlock #ineffable husbands #ten/rose #destiel #asexual #aromantic #twelve

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Witcher Fic: I’ve Never Had A Friend Like You

Author(s): Fangirlshrewt97

Fandom: The Witcher (TV)

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier|Dandelion

Characters: Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier|Dandelion, Roach

Rating: Teen and Up (for swear words)

Warnings: None apply

Additional Tags: Bonding, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Slash, Could be read as Romantic or Platonic, Injury, Emotionally Constipated Geralt of Rivia, Touch-Starved, Touching, Self-Doubt

Summary: After a hunt gone wrong, Jaskier takes care of Geralt. This gives Geralt the time to realize how much the bard means to him. And how precious he makes Geralt feel.

Link to A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24017500

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The callouses always surprised him even they should have been the least surprising thing about this situation. Jaskier was soft with him, softer than any human had ever been with him. Or any had ever been with a Witcher, Geralt was willing to bet. The Basilisk poison was still coursing through his body, the potion he had taken before the fight the only reason he wasn’t dead. But he had been slow, still healing from dealing with a werewolf mere days ago, the Basilisk had been happy to put up a fight.

The poison had him in a half paralyzed state, his limbs feeling as though they were made of stone. Jaskier, the self-preservation lacking fool had wandered into the cave when Geralt had taken too long coming out even after the sounds of the fight ceded. Although, in this case it had worked out had it not? As had every other time Jaskier had followed Geralt and pulled him out of whatever trouble and injury he had gotten into. After nearly five years travelling together, the bard had adapted far better to the Path than Geralt would have believed possible.

So he was laid up on his bedroll, the darkness of the night being kept at bay within their camp due to only a small campfire Jaskier had whipped up in between stripping Geralt’s armor and cleaning the wound. He had also set up a small pot with water to boil. The bard had moved away to retrieve his potions from Roach’s saddlebags, still having difficulty telling the concoctions apart unless they were different colors.

“Alright, I have three different things that all smell three different kinds of awful. Which one would you like?” Jaskier announced lightly as he brandished his treasure in front of Geralt’s face. The fire was bright enough to make out the different colors. “Blink once for the black one, twice for the green, thrice for the transparent one.”

If he could, Geralt would have growled. As he couldn’t, instead he delivered the angriest two blinks Jaskier had ever seen. Unfazed, Jaskier set aside the black and transparent potions, and removed the cork of the green one, nearly dumping it when the full smell hit him. Geralt didn’t blame him, there was a reason Witchers swallowed potions in one gulp rather than sips after all.

“Oh Melitele! I think I am going to vomit. What the hell is in this Geralt?” When he saw the Witcher glaring at him, he sighed. “Right you can’t speak.”

Jaskier sat on his knees by Geralt’s head, using one hand to cup Geralt’s face gently and coaxing his jaw open with it, before pouring the potion he had into his mouth.

The potion burned on the way down, allowing Geralt to track it as it made it’s way through his body and entered his blood, setting it on fire. He started unconsciously gritting his teeth as much as he could to obscure the pain, only stopping when Jaskier pressed his calloused fingers against his forehead.

“Here, darling, unclench your jaw. There you go. Yes just like that.” Jaskier said as he guided Geralt to relax. “Open your eyes?”

Bright amber met light blue, and Jaskier smiled. “Thank you Geralt. I am going to wrap your wound now, and I need to move your shirt. Blink once for ok.”

Geralt blinked.

“Good. This might hurt for a second, but I’ll try to be quick,” Jaskier warned as he untucked the Witcher’s tunic from his pants. He then put his hands on Geralt’s uninjured side and pushed, using his own body for Geralt to fall against until he was on his side.

With a fast yank, Jaskier moved the shirt until it was below Geralt’s armpits, and then he produced a roll of bandages Geralt hadn’t noticed before. Taking the rag he had been using to clean the wound, he dipped it into the pot of water, wringing it till it was damp and lightly applied it to the wound, moving quickly but gently to clear any other dirt or mud in the wound. Once done, he bandaged it, motions practiced after 5 years of doing them.

“Alright, all patched up. Now, blink once for staying on your side, or twice for me to roll you onto your back.”

Blink. Blink.

“Brace yourself” Jaskier warned softly before rolling Geralt onto his back. Once settled, he reached into his own pack and brought out his spare blankets, and rolled them into a tight cylindrical shape before scooting over to Geralt’s feet.

Gently, because Jaskier, for all his loudness and brashness, and eye-hurting brightness, was always gentle with Geralt. Geralt confessed, he did not understand the bard most days, but least of all when Jaskier not only fearlessly followed a Witcher other humans avoided like death, but treated him with kindness the like he could not recall ever being shown. And he did it so easily, because for him, it was easy. He considered Geralt a friend, declared it proudly in the empty woods as often as in crowded taverns, unquestionably showing everyone who his loyalties lie with.

Geralt his teeth once again as a new pain shot through him, even in his paralyzed state.

“You broke your ankle. Although, considering your healing speed, we will probably be back on the road in two days,” Jaskier ranted, “But then again, considering your stubbornness, I would not be surprised if you woke me up tomorrow at the crack of dawn and yelled at me to move faster. Oh Jaskier, slow human bard, hurry up and keep up with me, trained Witcher with the power to snap you in half like a twig.”

But Geralt had to give it to the bard, he was smart. He had used his rant to keep Geralt focused on his words and not his hands, and sneakily placed the rolled up the blanket under his broken ankle.

He placed a warm palm around the skin above his ankle, the heat reaching Geralt’s very core. One thing he had never expected before meeting Jaskier was to have a human be so unafraid of him. Don’t get him wrong he didn’t want the humans to be afraid of him. And he had met his fair share of humans who were brave enough (or drunk enough) to come and hold a conversation with him. He had had whores who touched him as if with desire, but whether that was truly because of him being the object of their desire, or his coin, he never cared enough to sense.

And then there was Jaskier. He had never been afraid to come near Geralt, to get up in his face and yell at him if he was reckless, to bandage his wounds when he got hurt. He touched Geralt as if it was a gift, not a duty or a chore. The first time he had touched Geralt, the Witcher had slammed his wrist against the nearest tree, a cruel curl of satisfaction at the bard’s cry. Thinking back on it now, it makes his stomach curdle, Jaskier had taken all the abuse and insults and vitriol Geralt had spewed on him and repaid him with steadfast loyalty and kindness, gutsy in his confrontation with any barkeep and tavern visitor who defamed the Witcher.

Jaskier who touched him so gently, as if he was something precious, something worth protecting. Once, after a performance, half drunk on the raucous audience, and half plain drunk, he had thrown his arms around Geralt and pulled him in for a hug. It had left Geralt in a similar paralyzed state, stiff as a statue. He could not recall the last time someone had hugged him for the sake of doing so. And while the embrace itself had lasted mere seconds, the feelings it had stirred in Geralt had lasted him through the night and into the next week.

“Geralt.” Jaskier called out.

When Geralt opened his eyes from where they had fallen shut, Jaskier was half obscured by shadows, but he could still make out a fond smile on his face.

“You sleep now. The sooner you get better, the sooner we can get a move on.”

A faint rumble rolled through Geralt’s body, making Jaskier look up at his face again.

“Oh. Oh darling.” he exhaled.

He moved up from his current positioning, rising onto his knees. If he hadn’t already been paralyzed, Geralt knew he’d be frozen.

The callouses always surprised him even they should have been the least surprising thing about this situation. Calloused fingers touched his face hesitantly, caressing the thin skin before Jaskier’s thumb brushed under his eye. Geralt felt a slight coolness spread across his cheek and realized he had tears. He was crying. He couldn’t remember the last time he had cried. He hadn’t even realized his body was capable of doing so anymore.

Jaskier wiped his tears away with the same tenderness he treated Geralt, as if they were something precious to be treasured.

“I’m right here my dear. Right here.” Jaskier cooed. Normally, Geralt would have most likely bitten Jaskier off for such behavior, but paralyzed and entirely in the hands of the bard, Geralt did not feel as though his vulnerability was a weakness. Because for once, he trusted the person on the other side not to hurt him. And right there, with what felt like his entire body flayed open and every nerve exposed, Jaskier’s reverence felt as painful as a thousand scorpion bites and as soothing as a cool river bath on a burning summer day.

Geralt did not know when exactly he fell asleep, but when he stirred the next morning, it started with his brain waking up and the twitching of his extremities. There was also a pleasant heat curled up on his uninjured side. When he twisted his head, he saw Jaskier had coiled himself into a small ball, one arm thrown across the Witcher’s torso, the hand laying protectively over the bandaged area, and the other tucked between the two bodies. His forehead was resting on Geralt’s chest, and his breaths were smooth and even, still asleep.

Fearful of disturbing the sleeping bard, Geralt languidly stretched each of his extremities, biting back a groan at the satisfaction of being in control of his own body once again. Deciding to push his luck, considering Jaskier was usually a heavy sleeper, Geralt tried to stretch his spine as well, but froze and Jaskier emitted a small whine, and the arm around his waist tightened. Geralt lowered himself back to the bedroll, and stayed still as Jaskier shuffled in closer before settling once again. Geralt let out a deep breath. Craning his head, he surveyed the campsite. Off to one side he could see Roach was still asleep as well. The fire from last night had burned out, a small wisp of smoke blowing from the ashes. The pot where Jaskier had made dinner was turned upside down against the stones lining the fire pit.

Their saddle bags had been placed next to Roach, and Jaskier’s lute was leaning against the tree. Turning his head the other way, Geralt winced. His armor had been tossed carelessly into a pile last night, and his smell was telling him the blood would be a bitch to get out of. Their spare rags were put in a nearby pile, all bloody too. Frowning, Geralt looked around as he tried to find his swords, before he saw two sheaths peeking out beside Jaskier’s lute. Geralt supposed he should be grateful Jaskier had remembered to wipe down his swords and put them back in their sheaths.

Focusing on lifting on arm, Geralt gritted his teeth before succeeding, and gently moved it on top of the bard’s head. Twitching his fingers, he rubbed across the silky soft hair, so much shorter than his own, but most likely much cleaner.

Geralt brushing out Jaskier’s hair with his fingers till he heard the bard shift and let out a small groan. He heard his heartbeat start to beat faster, and felt the hand over the bandages jerk as Jaskier woke up. Within one blink of the eye and the other Jaskier had lurched out of Geralt’s grasp, standing and spluttering. “Ah,Geralt, we, uh, I didn’t, I mean I did, but not like that, uh no, that’s not true, uh…” Jaskier trailed off at Geralt’s unimpressed stare. “Please don’t kill me?” he squeaked out finally.

Geralt sighed. “Thank you Jaskier.”

“No I totally get, but in my defense, wait what?” Jaskier started to babble before he processed what Geralt said.

“Thank you Jaskier” Geralt repeated, customary growl starting to creep into his voice.

“Oh, um. You’re welcome.” Jaskier said as he stood up straighter. There was a beat as both men just stared at each other. As usual, Jaskier was the one to break the silence. “Let me check your wound?” he asked.

Geralt grunted his consent. To be entirely honest, he could feel the skin had knit itself back together overnight, considering that despite the circumstances, Jaskier had been diligent in cleaning the wound to lessen the possibility of infection. He could check the wound himself. But Geralt wanted to feel those soft calloused hands on his skin again, enjoy a few more stolen touches where he was held like he was worth protecting.

He stayed still as Jaskier sunk back to his knees besides where Geralt had pulled himself up to sit on the bedroll. He managed to control his breathing enough to mask the deep inhale he took when Jaskier bent to remove the bandages, his noses filling with the scent of Jaskier’s vanilla and citrus bathing oils as well as the day old sweat from the road. He could also scent his own smell on the bard, and a small primal part of his brain surged with foreign possessiveness over the bard.

“Well, the wound looks all healed up to me Geralt, though the skin is still a little pink, so it might be tender.” Jaskier commented, rising back up to sit on his heels, unwound bandages in his hands.

“Hmm.”

“What are the chances I convince you to not wear armor today? Give the wound some more breathing room.”

“You want me to walk with you through well known monster infested wounds with no armor?” Geralt deadpanned.

Jaskier turned pink. “Ah, I guess not. Well if you don’t mind a late start, there is a fresh stream really close to here, I’ll just go wash these real quick and get back. I’ll bring our food packs to you, and you can start on breakfast in the meanwhile?”

Before Jaskier could move too far away though, Geralt’s hand whipped out and grabbed Jaskier’s wrist. He simultaneously heard and felt the bard’s pulse jump, but it wasn’t out of fear, just surprise. Again, what other human would trust him that much? He couldn’t even look at Jaskier, focusing instead on Roach, who was observing the proceedings with her usual knowing gaze.

“I mean it Jaskier, thank you.”

Jaskier tilted his head as he looked at him from beneath ridiculously long lashes. “Alright? Honestly Geralt, I’m glad you are starting to realize manners matter, but I have bandaged you up before.”

Geralt harrumphed out of frustration. “Not just- I’m not saying thank you for the bandages. Thank you for -” The words choked their way out of his throat. “being my friend.”

There was another beat. Geralt felt his own heart speed up, pumping painfully against his chest. The sounds of the forest seemed dull in comparison, and he still couldn’t get himself to look at those blue eyes.

He was so lost in his thoughts he was taken entirely by surprise when two arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders, Jaskier leaning his weight against Geralt’s chest. After an aborted jerking of his hands, Geralt cautiously placed his own hands on the bard’s back, struck by the difference between their builds.

He nearly jumped upright when he felt something cold hit his neck, and panicked further when he realized the bard was crying.

“Jaskier?! Jaskier what- why? I am sor-”

Jaskier pulled himself away, eyes red and puffy but determined as his hands dug themselves into the Witcher’s shoulders. “Don’t you dare you bastard. Don’t you dare apologize for calling me your friend or for whatever other reason you can think of.”

Geralt was dumbfounded. “Why are you crying?”

Jaskier laughed, removing one hand to wipe away his own face before giving Geralt a dazzling smile. “I’m happy, idiot.”

“Uh-”

“Geralt, I know you care about me even if you never say so in words. Mainly because I know how difficult words are for you. So thank you for saying the words out loud.”

“It’s the least you deserve.” the words escaped before Geralt could stop them.

“Huh?”

“I just-” Geralt exhaled. “I cannot remember the last time someone held me like I… like I was something breakable. Like I was important. You are the first human in- no the first person in general in a very long time to look at me and see me beyond my skills to kill or fuck or be a body to put in between yourself and danger. Thank you.”

Jaskier looked ready to cry again.

“Please don’t cry.”

Jaskier hiccuped his sob, wiping both eyes once again before nodding.

“I won’t. And Geralt? You are something worth protecting. You are not just my bestest friend in the whole world. You are a hero, you are kind, and you are moral, and you care. You are as far from a beast as any person I’ve met. Hell I have known humans who are far more monstrous than you could ever imagine being. I am sad that you have not had this. Someone who can tell you this before. But I promise you now, for as long as I am by your side, I will protect you.”

The words sounded ridiculous, but Geralt knew in his bones that Jaskier would stay true to his promise, to his vow.

So, the only thing the Witcher, the Butcher of Blaviken this extraordinary human bard had transformed into the White Wolf, could do was haul Jaskier into another hug and hold on for a long time, tears once again falling as he let go of decades of loneliness and anguish. Knowing Jaskier would catch him.

Knowing Jaskier would hold him for as long as he needed.

Knowing Jaskier would protect the heart he had helped Geralt realize he still had.

#my fic #my writing #the witcher #geraskier #the witcher fic #geraskier fic #geralt of rivia #jaskier #dandelion #This is so sappy #I hope you like it #let me know!

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siancore · 4 years

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Quarantine has me re-watching every Marvel movie and I have finally caught the Bucky Barnes bug, too late I know. He's an amazing character. I'm mostly interested in his HYRDA years and his "in Wakanda recovering from HYDRA" years. I read that his WS theme music is composed from Bucky's train death scream, like O_O!! Do you have any Bucky fics you could recommend pretty please? You're the best so you'd know the best! Anything. Winterprincess, Stucky, Winterfalcon.

Hey! So glad you found your way here :) He’s a great character and a favourite of mine. Also, you’re just in time because he will be in The Falcon and The Winter Soldier series with Sam Wilson!

Okay, so, full disclosure, I don’t read a lot of HYDRA stuff because I’m sensitive, but I will try to put together a little Wakanda Bucky list for you. Features some of my stuff because it’s all I know and I don’t get out much. Not all of these have Bucky in romantic pairings, but give some nice insights into his time in Wakanda.

Stucky

Is this what the end feels like? by nadagio (pre-slash/ambiguous/platonic Stucky)

Shuri brings Bucky out to the borderlands of Wakanda, where people live quietly and he will finally be able to experience, as Shuri calls it, “peace.” Bucky knows how to say “peace” in seventeen languages (eighteen now that he’s learning isiXhosa) but in all of them it sounds foreign. Unfamiliar.

WinterPanther

Keep You Warm by SoBeBold

Bucky comes out of cryo. Both he and T’Challa are dealing with some major league issues. Being the warriors they are, they tend to keep it all bottled inside…but who said spooning was off limits?

Hate Me (In the Morning) by @avintagekiss24

There’s a thin line between love and hate… a very, very, very thin line that T’Challa knows all too well.

The Royal Wedding by Siancore

When Sam first heard the news, he thought someone was making a joke in bad taste. He thought it was some kind of nightmare that was brought on by his loneliness and heartbreak. But it wasn’t. When the invitations arrived for him and the rest of the Avengers, and he saw it written in script on the golden card, he knew it was real. He glanced down at the beautiful invitation once more and felt the tears well in his eyes. He felt sick. He felt weak. His sight was blurry as he read the words once again:

Under the Watchful Eye of Bast You are Warmly Invited to the Wedding of:

His Royal Highness King T’Challa Udaku of Wakanda

and

Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes

BucKoye

#33: An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it by @avintagekiss24

“Sergeant Barnes,” Okoye says softly, tilting her head slightly, “It’s late. Everything okay?”

Bucky turns slightly, glancing back at her before turning back toward the lake in front of him. The water sparkles underneath the moonlight as it ripples slowly. Crickets sing in the background, bringing the sleepy Wakandan landscape to life. Bucky drops his head and lets out a deep breath before chewing on the inside of his cheek. Okoye sits down next to him, watching him as a slow, nervous smirk covers his face.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

WinterPrincess

One of the Hard Days by Siancore (platonic WinterPrincess and Shuri-centric)

Some days were harder than others. Some days, Shuri would make a new discovery in the lab, and the first person she wanted to tell was her father. Her excitement would swirl around inside of her until it overflowed, and she would rush toward the door, eager to share the news with the King. Then, the realization would hit her, and she remembered: Her Baba was dead. And even though it was true that the departed go to the Ancestral Plane, knowing that did not stop her tender heart from aching for him. Even though many years had passed, it did not stop her from missing him. Today was one of the hard days.

The report was received in the early hours of the morning. T’Challa had confirmed with Sam Wilson, and Bucky Barnes was to leave that evening. The Princess felt sick to her stomach: Helmut Zemo had escaped imprisonment.

Feat. Our Lord and Saviour Shuri Udaku by Siancore (platonic Winterprincess and SamBucky-centric)

Before Bucky Barnes leaves Wakanda to travel and work with Sam Wilson, he visits with good friend and resident genius, Princess Shuri Udaku in order to ask for an upgrade to his prosthesis.

SamBucky

beggars and choosers by flowermasters

“Barnes,” someone calls from outside, someone distinctly male, American, and unexpected. “You haven’t got this place booby-trapped, have you?”

“Booby traps?” Bucky calls back. “What am I, Wile E. Coyote?”

under the light of a thousand stars by glittercake

“Hey… Hey Sam.” Sam squints at him and groans, “There’s a cafe up the road, I’m gonna get us some breakfast.”

Sam checks his phone, “It’s six... In the morning, Barnes. What the fuck, man?”

Bucky frowns at him, “So?”

“We’re at a bed-and-breakfast. And I know you’re still grasping the 21st century and all, but this implies that they give you a bed and a breakfast.” Sam whips the covers open, almost smiles when he looks Bucky up and down were it not for him trying to act serious, “Plus… were you just gon’ go out in your Wakanda print jammies?"

Nothing Compares to the Real Thing by Siancore

Sam Wilson is a broke-ass journalism student who posed for his roommate’s photographic portrait. Now, at the exhibition, Sam is approached by a man named Bucky who appreciates more that the artwork on display.

That’s it for now. This made me realise I need to read more about Bucky in Wakanda. Ha! Happy reading and remember to send the authors some love. Thanks.

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inevitably-johnlocked · 4 years

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Heyo! This has probably been asked before, but is there a rec list for non-slash fics? Thanks :)

YES!! Okay I was LITERALLY setting up a new Platonics list because I’m working on cleaning up my offline lists on this beautiful Sunday, and WE’RE DOING THIS THING because it’s SUNDAY and I’m in a great mood because it’s sunny out, and I want to share more lists than normal because I CAN’T QUEUE ANYMORE, LOL.

Check it out, Lovely!! :D

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