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ripeteeth · 6 months

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20 questions for fic writers

Thanks for the tag, @another-lost-one!

How many works do you have on ao3?

106, all in. (105 under ripeteeth, 1 orphaned)

What's your total ao3 word count?

966,792. God, I'd love to hit 1 million before the end of the year, but that's extremely unlikely.

What fandoms do you write for?

Way too many. The main are: The Terror, MDZS, Disco Elysium, Harry Potter, Good Omens.

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Salinity (And Other Measurements of Brackish Water) [Good Omens]: 3094 how a resurrection really feels [Disco Elysium]: 1479 Vigil Strange [The Magnus Archives]: 1266 the art of asking your boss for a raise [Succession]: 1154 no son of mine [Beyond Evil]: 993

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to, but I get easily overwhelmed and sometimes don't. I feel awful about it, I'm so sorry. I am so grateful for every comment, truly.

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I guess it depends what you consider angstier? I have some centered around grief and loss and some focused on fucked-up relationships and characters continuing to make choices that hurt them. It's kind of cheating to say Asterius is my choice, considering that I haven't published the end of it yet, but anyone familiar with the story of Theseus and the Minotaur should hear the beat of the story I'm telling there.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

For some reason, I think it's either The Passion or How A Resurrection Really Feels. A believable happiness feels the most relatable to me, and two middle-aged, damaged-but-still-here-godammit men finding a bit of comfort in the midst of all of it just feels right. Like a comfortable boiled wool jacket just a little big in the shoulders. The one that smells like your father's cologne. That kind of warmth.

Do you get hate on fics?

Yeah. It was really bad for awhile, and was the main reason I left Good Omens and turned off comments and orphaned Salinity. I'm pretty desensitized to it now.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I write pretty much only smut. I don't know what I'd categorize it as other than that tbh.

Do you write crossovers?

No, never felt the interest.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, I don't think so.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah! It was a really cool experience and I felt really honored.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. I've tried to but I'm terrible at it. It doesn't help that I've had terrible writer's block for the past several years though.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

I have no idea how to answer this. All of them I've ever shipped?

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Revachol Calling. God, I want to finish it so badly. There was a very specific something in me while I was writing it, and then a lot of everything happened. Anyway, I've lost it, that je ne sais quoi. I started replaying Disco Elysium again recently, so maybe it will come back. Here's hoping.

What are your writing strengths?

Imitation. Hearing the music in a sentence. Being fascinated by everything and bogging the reader down in necklaces of useless fact.

What are your writing weaknesses?

See above, turn it up to eleven.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?:

Not unless I'm reasonably fluent and confident in the language.

First fandom you wrote for:

Ghost Story, for Harry Potter, first posted in December 2018. It's surreal to think that it's been five years. What a strange five years.

Favorite Fic You've Written?

Either Revachol Calling (for Disco Elysium) or Blood, Bones, and Butter (for MDZS). I think there's something deeply personal about Revachol Calling that both makes me struggle with it but also resonate the most with it.

For Blood, Bones, and Butter, it was one of the more fun fics I've ever written and I really enjoyed being able to add layers to what the reader knew by simply adding an additional viewpoint, kinda triangulating their messy beginning through three men who are each extremely certain that they're correct. (Yeah, I'd watched Rashomon recently, why do you ask). That's the fascinating thing about songxuexiao for me, each of them is so certain they've got the others all figured out, but they're also all holding back aspects of their own interiority.

Either way, they're both important to me.

Tagging: @pearwaldorf, @et-in-arkadia, @danpuff-ao3, and anyone else who likes!

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tactfulsaboteur · 6 months

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tagged by @to2llynottoby, shuffle your likes or your favorite playlist and post the first ten tracks (and say something about each one)

i'll be honest with you i don't really have likes or playlists i'm more of a 'decrepit archive of mp3s with unreliable at best organization and formatting.' but i will dig up a slightly dated youtube list for this:

the ghost inside - broken bells: these guys are pretty great tbh i don't do rock a whole lot but when i do broken bells is chill

mr. fear - siamés: you remember these guys, got viral from the wolf way back? more of that. this music video would probably fucking destroy me if i saw it tripping

feels like we only go backwards - tame impala: look i swear there's more than faggoty indie rock on this playlist c'mon you gotta believe me

helix - vakhtang: turn the bass all the way up trust me bro (this would also probably be an excellent pick for a trip video)

anvil - lorn: this guy is a tad hit or miss for me but when it's good it goes hard as fuck

yuwaku - buck-tick: very danceable. groovy. also reminds me i never took a look at the rest of their discography (i am constantly doing this with any artist i find or am recommended)

my best friend's girl - the cars: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH what a classic. here she comes again

transistor - winstonw: this one actually came up as the full album but i picked a favorite just in the interest of time. though the whole album is fuckin rad

tyrant - toska: this track is legitimately a core part of my backstory at this point tbh. goes in the back of my mind at all times. guy goes by sebastien silverand now i'm pretty sure if you're planning on trying to find any more of his music

concrete - crystal castles: :3c

tagging uhhhhh sorry toby took all the good ones. @intercal @onatuegrospatapouf @stelladeaindomita ...and viewers like you! just do it man i'll edit the post to look like i tagged you to start with. also wherever you went yeah you

#honorable mention to illumination by occams laser which came on right after concrete and i didn't have the heart to leave it off #it's just way too good. listen to illumination if you don't touch a single other one of these tracks TRUST ME

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amethystunarmed · 5 months

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20 questions for fic writers

Thank you @marypsue for tagging me! (I'm sorry it is so late) This got VERY long, so I will put it under a cut.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

54, my god.

2. What’s your total word count?

188,134. Which seems both enormous and not enough lol.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now, I'm in a major Hatchetfield kick. Those musicals have me by the throat. But I am also working on a Stranger Things series too! However, I'm probably most known for my My Hero Academia stuff, I know a couple of those absolutely did numbers when I wasn't looking.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

Oh I'm pretty sure I know. *checks Statistics* Yep I was right. My top five (and six and seven) are all from my Truth series, which is a MHA Dabihawks AU where Hawks joins the League of Villains.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try! Sometimes I get overwhelmed and fall behind but I swear I always read them and love them and am so touched.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ummmm... Deadass, I think it was the first fic I ever posted, back in high school. It was a Doctor Who fanfic, about a Weeping Angel who feel in love with a human, and tried to stop killing for him, but was so hungry she ended up killing him instead. It's almost ten years old, but you can find it here.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I am once go back deep in my archives for this one. Back in 2015, I posted a Supernatural fic that was pure fluff, Karaoke. It was my idea of a series finale where everything was beautiful for once. Riiiiip.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I definitely have before, but only like once or twice and I immediately blocked them. It is always heartbreaking though. :(

9. Do you write smut?

Once that I posted! Though I may have an unfinished draft or two, lol

10. Do you write crossovers?

Yes, absolutely! My crossover tend to be characters experiencing scenarios from other universes, rather than character meeting.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Mostly by the AO3 scraping stuff, though I have found some suspicious posts with stuff from the Truth series on other sites, but nothing really definite.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes and I dropped my phone when the request came in. I was so excited.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yeah I have!!! My go-to partner in crime is @little-engineer-who-cant, we've been writing together since middle school.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Oh god, this is hard. Ummm... I suppose the first ship I ever really super got into was Ten/Rose in Doctor Who, so it holds a special place in my heart.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

Honestly, one I really loved was an Adventure Zone Wicked au. There were a lot of great concepts in that one, but I never really got anywhere with it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue! I love dialogue. It tends to be what I write first and then I go back and fill in the blanks.

I feel like I'm also pretty good at exploring concepts, like, taking things to their furthest extreme and exploring what it means in the universe.

Also angst. I love angst.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions. I just want you all to know what I am seeing in my head, not have to describe it. I really have to work at imagery, and making scenes feel alive.

Also fuck fight scenes.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I would do it if I felt confident that I or another person could edit it to be accurate. If I am google translating or something, I'd rather just do English italics or say what characters the language are speaking. I don't want to butcher another language.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

As mentioned previously, the first fic I published was for Doctor Who but god as a kid I wrote myself into stories all the time! Should have known I'd end up a writer. Probably Yu-Gi-Oh or Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Ohhhhhh these are so hard. Ummmm... To be honest, I am so incredibly proud of I Need a Shovel to Love Him. It is one of my recent Hatchetfield fics and is an exploration of grief, and it probably the closest a piece of writing has ever been to exactly what I pictured in my head when I wrote it.

But! Trying to ignore the bias for recent works, So Few Men Can Carry It is probably up there. It is an OC focused story in the Truth universe, and I loved discussing healthcare in a world with professional superheroes and plan to do more original stuff with that concept, because I love it so much.

I'm going to tag @little-engineer-who-cant again, as well as @snarky-wallflower and @starpirateee. (Does anyone else like to be included in these? I need to make a list!)

#amethystuncensored #tag game #my writing #my fanfic

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pelman · 2 years

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WELCOME TO MY WEIRD AND WACKY BLOG FOR WEIRD AND WACKY PEOPLE

i'm pelman, geomery, stanel, venn, rick, jules, or bentley depending on mood. default to pelman if you don't know which one you want to go with, though whichever name(s) are bolded are preferred. i'm a polyamorous ficto-exclusive genderfucked woman male faggot-thing, but if you want to simplify that, just call me queer and trans. i use it/he pronouns in order of preference, and only masculine terms unless you make it extremely obvious that you're joking. i have brain issues and get really really weird on this blog because this is my personal space. if you want to pretend like you know me better, go read my carrd here.

expect fandom posting and a lot of reblogs of various things. i try to tag triggering content but i cant always guarantee that i will; i tag any questionable posts with "ask me to tag." i will tag any original or drug-related posts made while i'm weedposting with "pelman gets high," so blacklist that tag if you're uncomfortable.

if i really like your tags on my posts, i will likely screenshot and reblog them. if this makes you uncomfortable, please let me know through an off-anon ask or DMs and i will delete the reblog, but just know that if i do it, it's because you made me very, very happy.

i have a discord server centered around the game and watch series here. not very large or active, but if you're interested in that then come join, because we would love to have you.

i do art that you can see on tumblr here, buy on redbubble here or on society6 here, and get your own of here. my discord art archive has art you won't see anywhere else, so i recommend checking both out! i post adult art in other places that i won't be linking here but that you can find through my carrd. please, for the love of everything, be an adult if you visit those platforms with the intent of finding that art; it's called adult art for a reason.

i also do music that you can buy and listen to on bandcamp here, on soundcloud here, or on youtube here. i am not and will never be on spotify. my soundcloud is updated extremely rarely, so please don't expect to hear things there before anywhere else or anything. i forget it exists a lot of the time.

i also also write fanfiction incredibly rarely, which you can read on ao3 here. this is the only place you can access my writing and i'm sorry. i also have adult content on there, but it's not under my main pseud so you should be fine if you are a minor or aren't weird enough to handle my cringe.

if you read this all, i think you are pretty cool.

if you want to be nice to me, you can donate to me or buy me stuff on throne here; any help and all gifts are eternally appreciated and you will always have a very, very special place in my heart.

this post was last updated on february 19th, 2024.

explanation of commonly used tags under the cut, including quick links to each tag.

#me: posts that i resonate with on a personal level, or that embody something i would like to represent. can be abstract or literal.

#jony/maka/joey/zig/etc.: posts that remind me of my friends or that i want them to see.

#resource: resources. can be tutorials, quick links, or other useful information.

#chappen tag: oc development stuff. mostly ask memes. the etymology on this one is a little complex.

#aes: aesthetic posts. stuff i like looking at. pretty self explanatory. mostly used in conjunction with #aesthetic.

#(big/huge/ult) fav: my favorite posts, at the point in time they were reblogged. if it wasn't obvious, the adjectives represent how much i like the post.

#update: posts about blog updates. also pretty self explanatory.

other tags may be added in the future

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librarylexicon · 7 months

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Welcome to my Tumblr!

Hi! Call me Lily. I’m a librarian by training, a writer by nature and a Christian by the grace of God. I’m here to share my writing, discover new interests and generally waste time, so even if we’ve never interacted before, don’t be shy! Say hello!

Quick Links

#bants and fanfic – tag for my fics

#dreamwidth crosspost – behind-the-scenes material for my fics

#fic: family crisis – my current WIP

#fic rec – fics by others that I love and recommend

#mine - my original posts

Find Me Elsewhere

Archive of Our Own – 10+ years of fics for various fandoms

FanFiction.Net – all fics here are crossposted to AO3

Dreamwidth – all my notes for my fics in one place

Notes

On this blog, everything is tagged, even if it’s just because it came from my queue, and although I try to tag for characters or at least for fandom (for my own sanity), some things may slip through the cracks. Generally, though, there won’t be anything terribly NSFW, graphic or gory.

I don’t discuss politics online as a rule, but potentially contentious issues are tagged #discourse, and posts with a religious bent are tagged #christianity.

This blog’s header is a panel from Detective Comics #679 (Batman: Prodigal), and features Dick and Tim. The blog title is part of a line from Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery.

I’ve been in a handful of fandoms, but my first was Anne of Green Gables. My latest fandom is Batman and the Batfamily, especially Dick Grayson. Although I read the comics extensively, I’m a little sorry to admit that I’ve almost never been able to get into any of DC’s comics that aren’t related to the Batfamily. This goes as far as having read hardly any team ups like Young Justice or Teen Titans or the Birds of Prey. When I began reading comics, I was following a reading list that included Batman and the Outsiders, and I almost died of boredom before I finally realised I didn’t have to read it.

I can appreciate a good ship, but I’m not crazy about shipping. I tend to like what’s canon or almost canon, anyway. Examples include Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, James/Lily, Anne/Gilbert, Jo/Fritz, Bruce/Selina, Dick/Babs and Tim/Steph.

I’m forever salty about Dan’s fate in Jo’s Boys, Remus Lupin’s fate in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Donna Noble’s fate in Doctor Who and That Person’s fate in Crooked Kingdom.

I write fanfiction sometimes. I don’t write crack, slash, femslash, smut or non-canon pairings. Sometimes I only write one or two fics for a fandom and then move on. It was just an itch that needed to be scratched. And I rarely write pairings at all; if there’s a pairing, it’s probably because it’s a basic part of canon. The vast majority of my fics are either canon compliant or diverge from canon at a specific point. Although I rely heavily on canon, I welcome all readers, regardless of level of familiarity with canon.

My favourite genre of music is wizard rock (music based on Harry Potter). Don’t knock it until you’ve listened to ‘Open at the Close’ by Oliver Boyd and the Remembralls.

Stay safe out there.

—librarylexicon (formerly Lily F. Lux, Delusional Musings, realismandromance)

#mine #fanfiction #bants and fanfic

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kvanderquack · 1 year

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I posted 467 times in 2022

That's 444 more posts than 2021!

68 posts created (15%)

399 posts reblogged (85%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@biggest-gaudiest-patronuses

@starfleetrambo

@rileyclaw

@aroaceconfessions

@puddle-of-gender

I tagged 126 of my posts in 2022

#shitpost - 10 posts

#the magnus archives - 6 posts

#tma - 6 posts

#hadestown - 5 posts

#high school - 5 posts

#lgbtq - 5 posts

#cw swearing - 5 posts

#school - 5 posts

#aromantic - 5 posts

#ramble - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#if either of the ‘wolves’ happen i’ll watch it but i don’t want to sit through the awkward straight love corner if there isn’t lgbtq later

My Top Posts in 2022:

when your grandfather asks if you know who john d rockefeller is and you do but it’s only from the wendigoon video on the monument mythos

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it would honestly be amazing if on october 30th we get like an hour long episode and it’s literally just ‘hello jon, apologies for the deception…” on loop

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y’all i cant-

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I had a sub in chemistry today and we were just supposed to answer some questions independently so he was just there to make sure nobody kills anyone. A little while into class I heard the opening notes of Beetlejuice (the musical) and was trying to find who was listening to it.

It was the sub (who’s scribbled out for privacy). I spent like an hour silently enjoying it and eventually everyone was done with the assignment and were just talking. I mentioned that I’m sewing a Victorian dress and mentioned that the ensemble’s costumes in Beetlejuice at the beginning have a Victorian vibe. He said I should ask the theater people if we can do the show, and I said that I wasn’t sure if that would be allowed because it might be too inappropriate for a school. Although another school in the district did Heathers the musical a while back. (Implying with the tone and context that Heathers is inappropriate) He then walks back to his desk and STARTS PLAYING HEATHERS ALOUD ON THE SCHOOL MONITORED COMPUTER.

I am mortified. I desperately hope he didn’t listen to the whole thing. Dead Girl Walking, Blue, Candy Store, Big Fun. Especially in public. Mr. Random Sub I’m very sorry, this wasn’t my intent

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My #1 post of 2022

unfriendly reminder that pjo canononically has mpreg

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #love that my top post is about pjo mpreg lol

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ao3feed-adaleon · 2 days

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The Obsessed Artist.

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/w9SNV84 by endlessstruggle An artist loves to give expression to their loved ones, making their own name, find the beauty in the most awful things. That was what love was, right? English is not my first language, sorry if something feels off, im trying my best. Words: 1671, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Leon S. Kennedy, You, mentioned Ada Wong - Character, Mentioned Claire Redfield - Character, Your Dog Relationships: Leon S. Kennedy/Reader, Leon S. Kennedy/You, Past¡ Leon Kennedy/Ada Wong Additional Tags: Older Man/Younger Woman, obsessed artist, Eventual Smut, Explicit Consent, Eventual Sex, Some trauma dumping, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, (From Leon), Mental Breakdown, Mental Health Issues, the gap might be of twenty years? Or less, I Wrote This While Listening to Taylor Swift's Music, i love midnights, and evermore, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Some Humor, mentions of some wounds cause of drawing and painting, mentions of Leon’s scars, from re2, and re4, Song: tolerate it (Taylor Swift), Album: Midnights (Taylor Swift), Song: Midnight Rain (Taylor Swift), Song: Sweet Nothing (Taylor Swift), Song: Goddess (Laufey), female pronouns used, Song: But Daddy I Love Him (Taylor Swift), Song: Blank Space (Taylor Swift), Other Additional Tags to Be Added read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/w9SNV84

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #aeon #leon x ada #ada x leon

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ao3feed-newsies · 7 months

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did you find it alright my dragonfly?

by, Undescribed1mage by Undescribed1mage If Jack Kelly were in Santa Fe, he imagines he'd be asleep under the stars right now, Michael curled up next to him, a fire crackling by their feet, teetering the line between consciousness and unconsciousness — but he isn't in Santa Fe, he's in New York, staring up at the cloudy sky, trying to fall asleep in the freezing cold with nothing but a fraction of a blanket and a little mat under him for protection — because he made the choice to be in New York, he reminds himself, he made the choice to stay with his family. Or — Smalls and Jack talk after the strike :) Written for Whumptober day 10: "You said you'd never leave." Words: 1073, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 14 of Newsies, Part 10 of Whumptober 2023 Fandoms: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Jack Kelly (Newsies), Smalls (Newsies) Relationships: Jack Kelly & Smalls (Newsies) Additional Tags: Whumptober 2023, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Big Brother Jack Kelly (Newsies), Post-Canon, Brother-Sister Relationships, Short & Sweet, still over 1k !!!, ive been so tired all day i didn't get a moment 2 work on this so sorry, it is still cute though, Hugs, Jack Kelly's Penthouse (Newsies), Found Family, Fluff and Angst read : https://ift.tt/wqepRsH - October 10, 2023 at 09:55PM

#AO3feed #newsies #fanfic #newsies fanfic

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nevertheless-moving · 3 years

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My Star Wars Fix-It AUs Thus Far

(ranging from non-existent to a single outline to drabbles to ficlets to 60,000+ word WIP)

Updated as of July 2022

Read Them All ‘In Order’ Here Desktop: click this link App: check out my ‘my au’ tag

AO3 LINK

For other excellent content check out my Sideblog (gradually shifting my reblogs over here)

NOTE:

On DESKTOP, The Bolded Link at the beginning of the description shows the au in roughly chronological order.

On MOBILE, try the (italicized link in parentheses) at the end of the description for the first post of the au, or scroll down and click on the tag of the au you want to visit.

~ ~ Full List Below The Cut ~ ~

(STORMLIGHT ARCHIVE AU MASTERLIST HERE)

2. Baby Shower AU (*COLLABORATIVE*) - “I feel like there should be an Au where Anakin plans a baby shower for Padme and accidentally kills palpatine in the process” - yodacommittedwarcrimes (complete drabble)

3. Pop Star Wars AU - Time-traveler Obi-Wan becomes a secret pop star in order to save the galaxy. Crack. (Ramblings, song lists, and various drabbles)

4. Kywalkers AU - Young Anakin Skywalker, on Illum to get his very first lightsaber crystal, is shocked when An Asthmatic Sith Lord, A Princess, A Moisture Farmer, and a metric kriffload of crystals fall from the sky. (Outline)

5. Musical AU that I don’t have a satisfying name or plot for yet.

6. Bewilderment AU: In which Ben tells a ‘joke,’ Han tells a ‘lie’ and now Darth Vader actually thinks Luke is his son. Wait, what do you mean— (IV & 3/4 episodes rewritten)

7. General Confusion AU: Deaged Obi-Wan AU. 13-year old Obi-Wan Kenobi has his ‘future’ explained in the worst possible way. (outlines, memes)

8. Turtle Crossing AU - Discworld x Star Wars crossover au for which I have many unwritten thoughts, all extremely gentle. (ficlets)

9. Bad Touch AU - Anakin publicly accuses Palpatine of possibly the only crime he hasn’t committed because that’s easier to explain to the public than the sith stuff. Crack and Angst. sorry. (ficlets)

10. Deception Time AU - Vader realizes they’ve both time traveled. Obi-Wan doesn’t. Vader plays along. (Outline)

11. Moeder Van Vader AU - Shmi appears to be the only one capable of controlling Anakin’s mysterious and terrifying older brother, a powerful Cyborg Sith Lord with unknown motives. (drabbles)

12. Stranded Solos AU - General Anakin Skywalker meets his grandson and son-in-law. Han shoots first. (drabbles)

13. Broken Fight AU - Old Ben and Vader, at the climax of their death star fight, are yeeted 20 years into the past. When they wake up in their younger bodies, much general and personal distress ensues. (outline and drabbles)

14. Entire Armies AU - Winner of my ‘200 followers i’ll write an au for you’ prize. Prompt: “the 212th, 501st, Anakin, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan travel back in time to when Obi-Wan was a child slave...” (outline/drabbles)

15. *sighs* Sith Macenjar AU - winner of my ‘1500 followers i’ll write an au for you’ prize. Coming—coming soon.

16. Body Swap AU - (*COLLABORATIVE*) Obi-Wan > Cody > Anakin > Padme > Obi-Wan. Confused waking up scene! Hijinks! Gender! Family! Whatever the fuck is going on with Cody in Anakin’s unholy cosmic-powered body! (stone soup fanfics/outline)

17. Sith Obi-Wan AU - Cause everyone’s gotta have one. Time travel fix-it, in the absolute loosest possible sense. Outgrowth of 700 followers celebration. ANGST. (ficlets)

18. Obikin Crisis AU - Canon Obi-Wan and Anakin meet themselves from another timeline. They’re horrified to discover that their bond in this universe is NOT paternal. (ficlets)

19. Lost Luke AU - Luke loses his aunt and uncle, only to find his grandmother. And...his aunt and uncle? And his DAD (And maybe his mom)?? Chaos ensues. (outline/fics/ficlets)

20. Macenjar AU - Inspired by this meme. (fanfic)

21. Amnesia Duo AU - Obi-Wan and Anakin run-afoul of some Sith temple defensive measure and both completely lose their memory. Slapstick. (outline)

22. INFODUMP AU - Ben desperately tries to give his younger self a bunch of future knowledge as fast as possible. (outline(s))

23. Han Sonnow AU - Han is not looking forward to going through puberty again. Everyone on Kashykk is deeply concerned about Chewie’s sudden obsession with his tiny hairless pet. Shenanigans. (outlines/ficlets)

24. Rouge Handed AU - Obi-Wan Kenobi, in universe, gets suckered into playing the lead role of Christian in the hit corellian holomusical, Moulin Rouge. (oneshot)

25. Phantom of the Past AU (*COLLABORATIVE*) - Clone Wars Obi-Wan and Anakin accidentally time travel, utterly ruining the climax of the Phantom Menace. Initially conceived by @willowcrowned (connected ficlets)

26. Maul Again AU - The first time Maul died, it was on Tatooine, at the hands of a Jedi Master. Time loop inspired by Purple Days. (ficlet)

27. Suicidal Misunderstanding AU - Ben Kenobi gets high on Tatooine and inexplicably and unknowingly time travels. After taking advantage of what seems to be a very vivid hallucination, he tries to wake up. Panic ensues. Angst with a Happy Ending. (*Legit* Fanfic! (WIP) I , II , (Bonus 2.5) III , IV , V , VI , VII , VIII , IX , X , XI , XII , XIII , (Bonus 13.5) XIV , XV , XVI , XVII , XVIII , XIX , XX, XXI , XXII , XXIII , XXIV , XXV , XXVI , XXVII) (Edited version on AO3)

28. Sith Padme AU - Very similar to the prequels, except Padme’s choices really make a lot of sense. Eventual Empress!Padme and Rebel!Anakin. Outgrowth of 700 followers celebration (outline)

29. Frog Promise AU - Jedi Master Luke Skywalker defeats an outdated droid army only to find out afterwards he is a) on Naboo somehow b) not the only Jedi around and c) several decades in the past. (outines)

30. Manda À Trois AU - Cody inadvertently acquires the darksaber! Polyerotic bandaging of wounds! Satine and Cody friends to political marriage to lovers! Is raw Mandalorian sexual magnetism enough to save Obi-Wan from infinite sadness?? (outline)

31. Invisible Hand Chaos AU - Din, Luke and Grogu derail the climactic fight between Anakin, Obi-Wan and Dooku on the Invisible Hand. (WIP)

33. Unrestrained AU - From this Ask - ”Imagine Luke and Leia ending up in the clone wars era but all of their force abilities are “what the actual fuck?” levels of bullshit” (outline/drabble)

34. Porn Prophecy AU (*COLLABORATIVE*) - For nearly 700 years, Jedi High Council Members have attempted to decode the mysterious holocron. The key figures are now alive, the time of prophecy is now, and everyone has to fucking deal with that. This, but like, its an obi-wan kink-meme!!! And there’s centuries of academic commentary!! About the porn! Crack. Really funny but only accessible in the chat between willowcrowned and I, and I don’t have the energy to type it up so hopefully she does

35. Chaotic Good Luke AU — time travel au where old Luke dies and wakes up age 18 again. (rotating like a rotisserie chicken in my brain)

36. Cradlerobber AU - Obi-Wan and Cody decide to wait until Cody officially turns 18. The empire falls a little faster. (complete)

37. Gift From The Force AU (*COLLABORATIVE*) - Heartwarming Anakin Mpreg vaguely deriving from an off-hand comment of @willowcrowned and expanding through the honest feels of @phoenixyfriend , @atagotiak , and various anons. (musings)

39. Naked AU - Obi-Wan inexplicably loses all his clothing. Grievous also dies but it’s largely irrelevant to the story. Shenanigans ensue. (not much)

40. Flashburn AU - Old Ben employed a desperate coping mechanism to suppress some of his worst memories. Which might not be so much of a problem if he wasn’t miraculously in the past, trying to fix everything. (ficlets)

41. Just Kill Him AU - Just Go Kill Palpatine. He’s Clearly a Pedophile. You Have a Laser Sword. He’s an Old and Frail Man. This Is the Best Option. It Will Be Easy. (WIP) (also on ao3)

42. Panakin Loop AU - Anakin’s Angst fuels a Revenge of the Sith time loop. It takes...a LOT of tries to get to fix-it (concept/drabbles)

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kiaradimari · 3 years

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Hello and welcome to Kiara’s corner of the World...

I thought I already did this once, but I apparently can’t find it so I will post an official welcome to my writeblr. This Tumblr/writeblr is a cross between a personal blog and a writing blog with a touch of my artblr all rolled into one. I try not to get into anything political because I really have no place for it here. That said, I do have an artblr and a writeblr that is specifically designed for my current WIPs.

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connorandersons-blog · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Connor/Markus (Detroit: Become Human) Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Husbands, Public Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Vibrators, Dildos, Sex Toys, Sex Toys Under Clothing, Connor (Detroit: Become Human) Has a Vagina, Top Markus (Detroit: Become Human), Bottom Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Married Couple, Light Dom/sub, Subspace, Bathroom Sex, Vaginal Sex, Post-Pacifist Best Ending (Detroit: Become Human), Minor Josh/North (Detroit: Become Human), Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Anniversary, Edgeplay

Summary: Markus and Connor have to attend a gathering held by New Jericho, but Markus makes the best of it for his husband as the day is very special for them.

For @hankcondumpsterfire

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Connor shifted, trying to get some kind of relief, but it only pushed the toy deeper into him. He had to bite the inside of his cheek, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He could get through this… convention? Meeting? Gala? He wasn't sure at this point, but he has to be there. It's not only his duty as a leader (though he swears up and down he's not), but also as the protection for the androids in attendance.

Right now he just wanted to be home, curled up with his husband, and spending the day together. The only consolation is that said husband also had to attend, given he was the actual leader. What the world didn't know about his wonderful husband, was that he's a dick and an absolute tease.

They spent their morning together like Connor wanted to, Markus taking his time and keeping Connor just on the edge. Then he gently pushed a toy in him after Markus filled him two times (which was rude, given Connor still hadn't come, but he wasn't actually complaining), and jumped off the bed stating they should get ready.

Connor had whined and begged but Markus had just smirked at him, leaving the toy off. So Connor was forced to get dressed, putting on a suit that had been custom made. Markus had been the one to pay for it, or rather Carl after Connor complained about not having enough pockets for all the weapons he carried when protecting Markus.

To the outside, it looked like any other suit, plain and simple. But Connor could hide at least twenty knives, a flick baton, and two guns without anyone seeing them. Markus had said it was sexy as hell, and Connor just thought it was practical. He didn't need all the weapons to take down a threat, but he liked to be prepared for anything and anyone that wanted to come after his family.

"Connor, are you alright?" Josh's gentle voice asked, a warm hand landing on his shoulder. His eyes opened and he let out a small gasp, hoping his surprise would be excuse enough.

Josh was always incredibly kind to Connor if a little weary the first week. Now Connor considered him a brother or at least an incredibly close friend. "I'm alright, just had a long day and I forgot this was happening."

Josh smiled sympathetically, giving his shoulder a small squeeze. "I'm sorry, but I'm sure if you asked Markus to dance he'd say yes. He'd say yes to anything you ask, really."

Connor snorted, shaking his head. Markus hadn't said yes when Connor was begging to come. "Perhaps. I shouldn't let myself get so distracted, though." He had a job to do and that job wasn't to daydream about that morning.

"Connor, you know you can take a break. We've got protection from more than just you, and if something was to happen I'm sure you'd be able to still help. I'm pretty sure you could fight while dancing with Markus at this point." Josh was far too kind, but Connor knew he was somewhat right.

He just wasn't sure dancing with the vibrator was going to end well. If he was human he'd be breaking out in a sweat, but as it was he looked perfectly presentable. "I know, thank you, Josh. I'll do a sweep and then maybe go talk to him."

It was funny, this almost reminded him of the first few gatherings he went to. He kept to the edge of the room, staring at Markus longingly as the man smiled and charmed everyone in the room. Josh had been the one to tell him to go talk to him, that Markus wouldn't bite and would love to get some time with Connor.

He had barely talked then to anyone, he had preferred to keep to himself. Now he loved his friends, had a beautiful husband and a vibrator up his cunt. Oh, how times change.

"Alright, I'll stop bugging you then. Don't want to clog up your attention." Josh chuckled, even going so far as to wink. Fuck, how could he tell?! He was so going to kick Markus's ass, but for now, his face flushed blue and he ducked his head.

"You never bother me." Is all he could think to say, and it was the truth. Josh had this calming effect and Connor loved to ramble to him when given the chance.

"It's alright, I don't think anyone else will notice. Just try not to cause another scandal alright? The last one almost gave Simon a heart attack." Josh was a bit too smug, but Connor couldn't help the grin.

The scandal wasn't all that bad, it did make some humans see they were very alive and did things humans did too. Like not wait until they got home. "Yeah, yeah. Why don't you go dance with North, she looks rather good in that suit."

Now it was Josh's turn to blush, and Connor rolled his eyes good-naturedly. It was an innocent crush, one Connor doubted would actually go anywhere, but it was cute to see. The two still argued like cats and dogs, but Connor had seen how soft they could be with each other when they weren't arguing.

"I… um, you know what? Maybe I will." Josh nodded, straightening up before marching over to North who was–Connor let out a long sigh–in a very heated conversation with a human male.

Connor watched him for only a second longer before pushing away from the wall. The toy wasn't nearly as big as Markus, but he could still feel Markus's come in him and it was driving him crazy.

His gait was stiff as he moved around the perimeter, checking the exits and scanning every face. It was all clear, and the others on security were doing an excellent job as always, so he let himself relax just the smallest bit.

It had been years since the revolution, but there was always the threat of humans trying to kill them. Tonight seemed like a good night, so he finally made his way towards Markus.

He was talking with an up-and-coming politician that actually seemed genuine and on their side. "-ourse, I see what you mean. The android population has been steadily growing, though not nearly at the rate humans do. Those that want to reproduce do so, though the majority has chosen to adopt the android children left without a family."

Connor slid to his side, wrapping his arm around his waist. Markus looked at him, smiling innocently, but the toy was turned up and Connor glared at him. "Good evening, sir." Connor nodded at the human.

"Ah, good evening Connor. I've been meaning to ask you some things about your work with the Detroit police at some point. I'm looking to see how we can improve training and the equipment you're supplied to deal with android criminals but also android victims." Lecato said, reaching out to shake his hand.

Connor nodded, taking the hand. "I'd be honored. I actually came to steal my husband for a dance if that's alright." He loved calling Markus that, knowing it was official. It took so long to get most of the rights they now had, and the two had been waiting for the day to come where they could finally tie the knot.

Lecato smiled warmly, eagerly nodding. "I should find my partner too, they are probably at the food knowing them." With that the man left, looking towards the food table for androids. Connor smiled after him, before turning and glaring at Markus.

"I'm dying." He said in complete seriousness. It was taking every bit of self-control not to just rut against him right then and there.

"You are not, you look rather good if I do say so myself. Now, you mentioned a dance?" Markus took his hand, pressing a kiss across his knuckles and then to the ring that was glowing blue. It was connected to Markus and it'd glow like an LED would with a few differences.

Connor sighed happily, seeing the ring on Markus's finger flashing a quick blue. Fuck, Markus was probably using that to see when he was getting close to coming, that mother fucker. "I did, but slowly, I'm not sure I can do anything too fast."

The toy slowed down and Connor sighed in relief, shivering slightly. He wanted to rub his thighs together or say fuck it and go to the bathroom to take care of himself. He didn't want to do that without Markus, though, he loves this even if it felt like agony.

Markus led him towards where others were dancing to the soft music, a few people moved away to give them some room. Markus gently rested his hands on Connor's hips while Connor clasped his behind Markus's neck.

They couldn't stop looking at each other as they moved with the music, and Markus was merciful enough to turn the toy off for now. It was already weird enough to dance while plugged, he didn't need it vibrating too.

"You're beautiful." Markus sighed, his hold tightening on Connor. He could see the love in his eyes and Connor knew he'd do anything for him. He had known that for a long time, but seeing him like this, surrounded by loving people but only had eyes for Connor just made his heart flutter.

"I love you more than you will ever know." It was so deep within him, deeper than even he thought, and nothing would dislodge it. He'd live his whole life in love with Markus and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Markus's smile was blinding, and he leaned to kiss him gently and sweetly. Then the toy was switched to high and the kiss drowned out his surprised moan. Connor trembled, grabbing onto Markus and hanging onto him desperately. "I love you too, baby," Markus murmured, still leading them into a very slow sway of a dance.

"Markus! Fuck, please." He begged quietly, trying to keep his voice down. It was thrilling to be so close with so many people around. If he was good no one would ever know what was happening.

Markus smirked, his hand sliding up and down Connor's back soothingly. "Shh, it's ok. How silent can you be?" Connor knew what he was asking and he could only nod.

He hid his face in the crook of Markus's neck, trying to calm his breathing. Each sway to the side brushed it against his g-spot, he gently licked at Markus's neck, sucking ever so slightly to keep his mouth busy.

They kept dancing even as the song ended and another began. Markus kept switching the settings, never letting Connor get used to what it was on before it changed. He tried not to clench around it, it would only make it worse, but he felt so riled up. He hadn't orgasmed all day, and now he was close to laying on the ground right there and begging Markus to fuck him.

He'd be so good too, all nice and pliant for him, he'd take everything. "Markus, I wanna. It's not enough, I want you." He whispered in his ear, his hips moving in slow circles that would hopefully look like just part of the dance.

Markus pulled back, giving a small singular nod, and started to lead him away. Connor clutched at his arm, leaning on him heavily as he tried to walk normally. He couldn't even keep track of his surroundings, he just followed Markus blindly.

He found himself in a large bathroom stall, still waiting patiently for Markus's next command.

Markus reached for him, gently unbuttoning Connor's shirt and helping him out of it. Then he helped him out of his pants, making sure the jacket was safe hung up on the door. Connor let Markus undress him, knowing he'd make sure his weapons were taken care of too.

Connor shivered once he was stripped bare, the only thing left was the toy in him. He'd long since stopped being embarrassed in front of Markus when nude and the floating space he was in only helped that. He was leaking enough that it was coming out around the toy and Markus cooed at him, tugging on the vibe before pushing it back in.

"There we go, look how beautiful you are." Markus pumped the toy in and out quickly and Connor felt his knees go weak. Markus caught him and lowered him onto the pristine toilet, pulling the toy completely out and setting it aside on a piece of toilet paper to keep it clean.

Connor whined, rocking his hips in desperation but there was nothing to really give pleasure. "Please?" He looked up at Markus, arms hanging uselessly at his sides.

Markus cooed again, switching their position so Markus was sitting on the toilet and Connor was in his lap. He didn't even remember when Markus had undone his own pants, shoving them down around his ankles.

Connor was open and slick, but Markus still gently circled his cunt before sliding two fingers in. The toy was great but there was something about it being Markus that made everything better. He opened him up, finding that Connor wasn't just wet with his own slick but Markus's come. Android come didn't dry like humans' did, and he was eternally grateful for that.

Connor kept hiding his face but only to keep his whimpers and mewls quiet. They were still in public and he didn't need someone passing by the bathroom and hearing them.

It still wasn't enough and he would have taken control if he had the energy or mindset to do so. He could only pull back and kiss Markus, trying to get across what he wanted.

Maybe if they hadn't been together for so long, if they were so happily married, Markus wouldn't know, but he did. He slid his fingers out and used the wetness to slick up his own dick.

Connor felt himself getting lifted before sliding down on something he wanted all day long. He gasped, head falling back as his mind turned white. He didn't come, not yet, but this was still pure bliss. "Yes!" He hissed out, hips bucking for more.

Markus started slow, holding himself back with practiced ease. A hand reached down to rub slow circles on his clit, his touch so light it caused him to shiver. His skin tingled, his insides felt like they were all bunched up.

His senses felt heightened, yet he could only focus on Markus and the pleasure that was building again. He didn't even hear the bathroom door open, he just felt the hand on his mouth and the stillness of Markus. He started bouncing, finding some semblance of strength to keep going even as Markus swatted at him with wide eyes.

He couldn't stop even if the person would wear the wet sounds of Markus's dick sliding in and out of his dripping cunt. The hand on his clit turned harsh, but not in the way Connor didn't like. Markus would never actually hurt him. He'd spank him and hit when Connor wanted, but Connor knew Markus would follow each with love.

There was a pause where Markus was sure the person would call them out, but then the door was opening and leaving them alone.

Connor giggled at the look on Markus's face and knew he was finally going to get it. Markus shoved his fingers in Connor's mouth, and he eagerly sucked and licked at them. Markus fucked up into him in time with Connor's bouncing, his hand never leaving his clit.

Markus pulled his fingers out and Connor missed it, but then something bigger was pressing against his lips and he opened his mouth with little thought. The vibrations made his eyes roll to the back of his head, and he sucked on the vibrator greedily. The vibrations on his tongue just amplified his pleasure, and he was so fucking close.

"Fuck, come on baby. You can come now, I won't stop you." Markus grunted, straining to stop himself from doing just that until Connor finally did.

Connor felt hot tears streaming down his cheeks as his world seemed to tilt on its axis. He hadn't known he was waiting for that, but now that he had it his orgasm came in huge tidal waves. It was so much stronger, so long-awaited that Connor couldn't stop his systems from shutting down everything that wasn't essential.

Markus finished in him, smiling fondly when he saw the empty look on Connor's face. No, it wasn't empty, it was filled with so much pleasure that his mind didn't know what to do.

Connor was limp against him, mind fuzzy as he waited for his systems to come back online. His ears were ringing but soon that ended and he could hear Markus panting and the soft whirling thump of his thirium pump. "Markus." He slurred out the only word that seemed to want to work.

"There we go, hey baby. You ok?" Markus asked, rubbing along Connor's thighs.

He nodded mutely, his breathing slowing down. "I fledjl hkahdh." He scrunched up his face in confusion but couldn't do much to care.

Markus obviously was trying to hold back a chuckle. "What was that?"

"I… I feakal, ugh! I f-feel hick. High." He wasn't too fond of having to think so hard on his words, but he knew nothing was technically wrong. It had happened before and it just took a little bit before he could speak normally again.

"There we go, good boy. Let's take some slow breaths ok?" Markus exaggerated his breathing and Connor copied, feeling his core temperature decrease slowly.

The swirling mess that was his mind slowly started to calm and this was his second favorite part. The absolute tranquility that came over him when he got like this. His mind was quiet, he was aware of his surroundings but he just felt… relaxed. Like he didn't need a thousand processes going at once or he'd get antsy. "Better." He still had that feeling of being high, but now he was in control again.

Markus beamed at him, hugging him tightly. "You were so good at waiting, I'm proud of you. I think we can get out of this a bit early if you want. Do you wanna go home?"

He did, he really did, but it wouldn't look good. They'd already been gone far longer than appropriate, people would start speculating at what they were doing. "We shouldn't."

"I didn't ask what we should do, I asked what you wanted to do."

"You know what I want, you always do." Markus could read him like a book even when he didn't want to be.

"Hm, but hearing it confirms it. You know how important words are, baby."

"Yes. And yes, I do."

Markus nodded and helped Connor off, cleaning him up. "Do you want this back in you or should I find one of your special pockets to keep it in." Markus held the toy, having cleaned it off.

Connor took it and slid it into a pocket of his coat, pulling his clothes on leisurely, glad that Markus had taken the time to fold it.

Connor looked only slightly rumbled, and Markus looked perfect as always, so they made their way out and back into the huge ballroom. Markus led them over to North who was still with Josh.

"North, Josh." Markus grinned, holding Connor's hand. "I'm taking Connor home. Can you handle the rest?"

Connor whipped his head around, glaring at Markus. "No, we are staying. You have a speech to make, Simon worked hard on that."

Markus pursed his lips and Connor knew he was going to do something. When the man clapped his hands together and drew everyone's attention Connor let out a long sigh. "Good evening! Thank you all for coming, please enjoy the food and drink. The silent auction will occur later tonight and I encourage you to partake, as it will include some of my own art as well as my father's–Carl Manfred."

The crowd politely clapped, all looking a little confused as to why such a speech could occur so early into the night. "With that, my husband and I will be heading home given it's the anniversary of our first date. Have a wonderful time."

Connor gaped at him and he could hear a few good-natured chuckles. North huffed and Josh shook his head. Connor knew Simon would have his look of disappointment, and that alone would give anyone pause.

Markus grinned and tugged Connor along, eyes shining with mirth. They really were ditching the party, huh. Someone wolf-whistled and the chuckles grew as Markus gave a thumbs up. He really owed Simon and Josh for all the press they'd have to do for this too.

Markus burst into giggles as they left the building, jogging over to his car. Connor couldn't help but laugh along with him, pushing Markus against the car's door and kissing him senseless. "That was stupid, but I love you." He grinned, fixing Markus's bowtie.

"It was incredibly smart, I'm a very good husband." Markus kissed him again, pushing away to get into the car.

"I never said you weren't a good husband, that was never in question." He was the best husband he could ever have, and he was sure he was the luckiest man alive for having him. "You still shouldn't bail on functions you're the host of."

Markus shrugged, setting the car for their home and letting the car drive itself. "I should because I have a wonderful husband who is the most beautiful man ever. I definitely should when said husband has been so good for me and I want to spoil him rotten for the rest of the night."

He really couldn't argue with that, so he just grinned, ducking his head. This day wasn't exactly what he imagined, but he wouldn't have changed a single thing.

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yoongisnoona · 3 years

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Calluna Chapter 1

Tags: Pining, Romance, Shifter AU, Violence, Possible Smut

Warning for Chapter: Domestic Abuse

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: When his father becomes a danger to his family, Yoongi runs with his brother and mother, feeling ashamed he left his Pack to suffer his fathers wrath, he trains everyday to become the alpha he should be to take his father out. But when a lovely little vixen falls into his life, Yoongi is unsure whether to ignore her for her own safety or claim her as his. The choice may not be up to him however as Dahye is just as enamoured with him as he is her…

Chapter 1

The screams coming from downstairs were horrible. His mum had told him to go upstairs and take his brother and lock the door.

Jungkook was looking up at him unsure on what to do, and Yoongi was lost. He could hear every kick and punch his father gave his mother, alongside every scream.

This was not a new thing, the main pack knew what was going on, a lot of them wanted to help and wanted to stop the abuse that was happening, but the pack was lacking alphas and the ones that were around were not strong enough to take out his father. Either that or they were too afraid of the rest of the pack that sided with his father.

Yoongi knew it wasn’t safe. Jungkook and himself had been hit multiple times by their father before, Yoongi could fight his way out, Jungkook had learned the hard way that that's what he had to do. His mother however was not strong enough.

He had to get them away. Turning to Jungkook, his eyes lit bright gold “Jungkook, pack what you can, go out the back and pack the car. I’m Gonna grab all the money and valuables in the house then find a way to knock out dad.” Yoongi growled.

Jungkook looked at his older brother eyes wide “Yoon… What?” Yoongi ‘s eyes flashed at Jungkook “Not the time for this kook. Just do as I say. I need to get you and ma outta here.”

Jungkook realised his brother was serious and kicked into gear. He grabbed a few bags and suitcases from the cupboards and started packing things.

Yoongi had a stash of money hidden in his room, then ran to the stash that he knew his mum hid in her bedroom.

He checked in with Kook who had almost finished packing clothes and important things. “Kook, where is your baseball bat?”

Jungkook looked nervously over at his brother “Yoon…” Yoongi placed the bags on the bed and walked over to his brother. “Kook… this needs to be done. I can't let him hurt You, ma or me anymore. He is not fit to be Alpha but I'm not strong enough to fight him, let alone take over the place as pack alpha yet, so this is all I can do. Please just get the bags in the car and anything else you think we may need.” he explained to the younger.

Jungkook hesitated as if he wanted to say something but then nodded and got the bat for Yoongi. Taking the bat from Jungkook, Yoongi crept from his and Jungkook's room, past the kitchen and into the front room where he withheld a growl.

His Father had his back to him but held his mother by her hair, slapping her from side to side. His mother already had bruises around her face and was bleeding. She had one hand holding her chest and another trying to protect her face so he knew that her ribs were either broken or bruised too.

With his fathers back to him and his mother not able to see him, he crept a little closer, raised the bat and took a heavy swing against his father's head. His father dropped to the floor unconscious, blood dripping down the back of his head. Not caring, Yoongi turned towards his mother and picked her up and rushed to the car.

Jungkook was just closing the boot to the car, Yoongi noticed their bedroom window was wide open and realised Jungkook must have been using the window as a route to take things to the car. “Is that all Kook?” Jungkook nodded, looking at their mothers whimpering form in Yoongi’s arms. “Money is on the driver's seat, not sure whether you needed it straight away or not?” Jungkook said to him, taking their Mother from his arms and placing her on the back seat.

Jungkook and Yoongi took their seats in the front and Yoongi started the car quickly turning to Jungkook. “Keep an eye on her kook, she's not in good shape... I’ll let you in on the plan once we're out of pack territory” Jungkook nodded. Yoongi set off and the ride out of pack territory was relatively quiet, other than their mothers whimpering in the back of the car. Once they reached the town area, Yoongi started to talk.

“We’re going to Rosewhych, I have a friend who is a member of the Pride there. Hopefully he will either let us stay for a few days to sort ourselves out or point us in the right direction.” Yoongi explained, mainly to Jungkook as he wasn't sure his mother was conscious at this point.

“But Yoon, what are we gonna do about the Pack? We can't just abandon them...there are those who helped us, helped Ma through the shit Dad put us through. Imagine the hell there going to go through without us being there.” Jungkook tried to reason with his brother.

“Kook, I know. I know that but at the moment all I care about is getting you and Ma away from that sorry excuse for a man. I promise you, I will come back and sort out the pack, but I will be the first to admit that I'm just not strong enough yet, both physically and mentally. I need to be strong enough to take out dad and be able to be the Alpha for the pack and if i tried doing that now, everyone would suffer even more.” Yoongi explained to the younger one.

Jungkook sighed, but Yoongi realised he understood. The ride to Rosewych was a quiet journey, filled only with the soft music Yoongi put on for some background noise.

Once Yoongi thought they were close enough to Rosewych he pulled over the car and took out his mobile. Dialing a number, he held the phone to his ear waiting for an answer. “Hey Yoongi, What up?” a voice filtered through the speaker.

“Hey Seokjin...Alots up at the moment. Look I know this is short notice, but would you be able to put my brother, Mother and myself up for a couple of days by any chance? Our dad...we had to get away..and you were the only person I know that he doesn't know about.”

“Shit man… Of course. That's no problem. I'll let the pride know. Where are you at the moment?”

“Just on the outskirts of Rosewych. Figured I'd give you a call first before turning up on your doorstep.” Yoongi said with a sad smile.

“You know I wouldn't have turned you away anyways you idiot. I would have probably thought you just missed my beautiful face.” Seokjin chuckled down the phone.

Yoongi laughed a little “Thanks Seokjin. We should be there in about 20 minutes… also… My mum is not in the best of states… she took the brunt of my dads...abuse. Have you got any medical supplies?” he asked softly.

He could hear Seokjin take in a sharp breath “I’ll ask the pride healer if she can drop by, if she can’t then I'm sure we have something lying around here. Lord knows Chim and Tae get into enough trouble as it is...are you doing alright though Yoongi?” Seokjin questioned.

Yoongi sighed “not really, but i'm holding it together.”

“Okay well i'm here if you wanna talk when you get her alright?” Seokjin let him know.

“I know, Thanks Seokin...I’ll see you in 20.”

“See you soon”

Hanging up the phone Yoongi rested his head back against the seat headrest and let out a small sigh of relief. Turning to look at his brother he smiled noticing that he was sleeping peacefully. Looking back at the backseat at his mother, noticing she was also asleep, but seeing her wounds he frowned “dont worry ma, i’ll grow stronger and i will sort everything out for you and Kook, don't worry.” he whispered to her.

Turning back to the road he started the car up again and drove off to where he knew Seokjin's house to be.

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Welcome to my work in progress fanfiction series starting with Yoongi. I hope you enjoy even if it is a bit of a dark start to a story, but the majority of the fanfiction wont be like this :) Im still writing the second chapter, but i wanted to get chapter 1 of this out to see what people think. I will eventually be cross posting this on Archive of our own under https://archiveofourown.org/users/PockyKai

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Hi!! I'm posting just after finishing because I know I haven't been posting new One For The Memory chapters and I wanted to post something. Also I crave attention so there's that. Leave a comment and you will receive a Hug!

Warnings for quite a lot of dissociation (who would've guessed); monster jon just means additional eyes, nothing graphic. If you need me to add anything, please let me know!

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)

Relationship: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist

Characters: Martin Blackwood, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Sasha James (although they're more mentioned than present really)

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Dissociation, Light Angst, Fluff, This is just projecting, thought maybe someone would find it interesting/entertaining, The Lonely as a Metaphor for Dissociation, No beta we kayak like Tim, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Monster Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Established Relationship, Touch-Starved

Summary: Martin is watching the butterfly and he feels his vision blur, just a bit. It’s a gentle, pleasant mist that caresses him almost lovingly and he gives into it immediately, without having time to think. He’s still there, listening to the conversation; he smiles at the jokes, and he relishes the sound of Jon’s voice; but he’s not in his body anymore. He doesn’t really know where – or if – he is, but it’s nice. The burden of physicality, of having to react to what’s being said according to social rules is gone and he can just exist in the moment, longingly thinking of being a real part of what he’s watching. He does long for it; even though he willingly gives into the mist, he yearns for being real, for not feeling superficial, for being an organic part of the conversations. It’s just easier this way. It’s easier for everyone this way and no one actually suffers because of it. The mist is gentle, and the wistfulness feels sweet; an indulgence. --- In which I project onto Martin heavily and he deals with dissociation that the remains of The Lonely's influence cause.

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Martin sometimes struggles with the remains of the Lonely. It creeps up on him when he’s alone for too long, when something gets too stressful, or if it just feels like it. It definitely always appears when he’s feeling nostalgic; like now.

He can’t really tell what causes the nostalgia; the sun is shining, it’s warm and pleasant, and he’s with Jon, Sasha, and Tim, sitting in the park, chatting. They’re talking about a butterfly that has just landed on a flower nearby; Jon is providing some practical trivia on the type of the butterfly, dazzling Sasha with the extent of the knowledge the Eye provides him with.

Martin is watching the butterfly and he feels his vision blur, just a bit. It’s a gentle, pleasant mist that caresses him almost lovingly and he gives into it immediately, without having time to think. He’s still there, listening to the conversation; he smiles at the jokes, and he relishes the sound of Jon’s voice; but he’s not in his body anymore. He doesn’t really know where – or if – he is, but it’s nice. The burden of physicality, of having to react to what’s being said according to social rules is gone and he can just exist in the moment, longingly thinking of being a real part of what he’s watching. He does long for it; even though he willingly gives into the mist, he yearns for being real, for not feeling superficial, for being an organic part of the conversations. It’s just easier this way. It’s easier for everyone this way and no one actually suffers because of it. The mist is gentle, and the wistfulness feels sweet; an indulgence.

He keeps dragging himself back when he notices someone looks at his body; sometimes, he says a few words. The mist is always there when he goes silent, and his friends’ attention is turned elsewhere. Martin minds only a little bit.

He yearns for Jon to touch him; to hold his hand, to put an arm around his shoulders; to hold him in his arms and remind him that he’s not invisible, not immaterial. That he exists and he’s real. But he can’t bring himself to ask for it; can’t bring himself to initiate the contact even when they get up after the butterfly flies off, and they continue on their walk, discussing music. Martin walks next to him, but his eyes get stuck on a point ahead, and his vision blurs again. His legs are still walking, but is he really the one controlling them? He might as well not be; it doesn’t really matter.

There’s an eye on the outside of Jon’s palm. It’s a small, green eye, without an eyelid, that stares out into the world. There’s a number of such eyes on Jon’s body and they all already got used to them. The eye now stares at Martin, and follows him with its unblinking gaze, but Martin knows that Jon won’t look inside his head, as he promised a long time ago. He can probably see how he’s drifting away, though, and Martin makes sure to drag himself back to reality, at least for a little bit. For him.

It doesn’t take long for the mist to claim him again.

When the sun disappears behind the buildings of London, and the sky slowly darkens, they say their goodbyes to Tim and Sasha, and turn to go back to their flat. Jon grabs his hand now and Martin can’t stop the sigh of relief escaping his mouth. It feels like he’s been floating, untethered and out of control, and now finally, he caught an anchor back to the ground. He squeezes Jon’s hand.

“Are you alright?” Jon asks softly. Martin nods and hums, but his eyes get caught on a part of the sidewalk a hundred meters ahead. He can feel Jon’s head turn towards him, a glowing eye on his forehead trying to penetrate his mind, but the two brown eyes below it are gentle and caring; Jon won’t open the door without permission. “Martin?”

Martin blinks and smiles.

“Yes, I’m… I’m fine.”

“You’re fading away,” Jon says quietly, and Martin puts all of his effort into not getting caught on a bright flower display on their right.

“Yeah,” he nods and shrugs. “Happens sometimes.”

“Wanna talk about it?” Jon rubs his thumb on Martin’s skin and it’s a strong enough pull for him to be able to look properly at Jon.

“At home,” Martin gives him a half smile and Jon nods in agreement.

They make the rest of the way in a comfortable silence. Martin fades away again, a sense of guilt tugging at his insides; he’s painfully aware that he’s not much fun to be around when he gets like this. The need to feel useful, to somehow entertain is nagging at his mind but he knows he doesn’t have anything to say. Should he feel guilty for it?

When they enter the flat, Martin immediately gets the kettle running and takes two mugs from the cabinet. The action is familiar enough that he doesn’t have to think about the movement of his arms a lot, as they remember the steps on their own. Martin is lost in his thoughts, swirling in grey, that, even though his hands are interacting with the world around him, he’s actually just floating around, as the mist that only he can see. Jon is busying himself with something on the couch and as Martin watches his hands pour the hot water from the kettle to the mugs, Jon approaches him and carefully looks at his face.

“I’m here,” he whispers and places one hand on Martin’s waist from behind and the other on his cheek; his fingers gently push his face to turn to face Jon, and Martin doesn’t resist. He’s back in his body and when Jon places a kiss on his lips he finally feels that he’s really there, solid, filling up the entirety of his body. Jon’s fingers brush along his jawline and he pulls away to look him in the eyes. Martin smiles. “Want to go cuddle?”

“More than anything,” Martin says, and he takes his mug. Jon’s hand moved from his waist to his hand, and he grabs his own mug in the free hand, not letting Martin go. He appreciates it.

They sit down on the couch, placing the mugs on the table, and Jon extends his arm to wrap it around Martin, who lays his head in the crook of Jon’s neck and sighs contentedly. Jon’s hand is rubbing circles into his shoulder, and he plants a kiss on his head.

“Do you still want to talk?” Jon asks quietly and Martin reaches out for his hand. It’s easier here when they’re alone.

“I’m getting Lonely,” he says, looking at Jon’s hands and intertwining their fingers. He can see the pockmark scars around the green eye that stares at him with the same non-judgemental intensity. “I did, I mean. Not now.”

“Do you know why?”

Martin feels Jon’s cheek pressed to the top of his head and his cheeks flush a little; he feels safe and supported; loved. Jon’s touch is his anchor, and he will not let it go.

“Don’t know,” Martin moves his head slightly. “It sometimes comes back in the evenings; I guess it’s… more pronounced when I’m with people? I’m sorry it happened today.”

Jon pulls away to look Martin in the eyes.

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” He reaches his hand to stroke his cheek. “I hope you know that.”

Martin gives him a slight smile.

“I do,” he sighs and looks down. “Still, I know I’m not exactly… fun to be around like this.”

He looks back up and finds Jon frowning.

“I hope one day I can make you believe it,” he starts slowly and quietly, with that gentle, caring tone that Martin knows is for him. “But I’m more than fine to remind you just how much you mean every day for the rest of our lives.”

Martin huffs out a flustered laugh and rolls his eyes; Jon’s hand rests on his neck as he looks into his eyes with a hint of a smile on his lips.

“You don’t have to be ‘fun to be around’, whatever that even means,” Jon continues and his other hand grabs Martin’s. “I value your presence. I—I need you by my side, even,” Jon lets out a laugh. “You don’t have to be useful to have value. Just being here is enough.”

Martin looks Jon in the eyes and can’t stop a smile forming on his lips, along with heat prickling at his cheeks.

“I love you, Jon,” he says simply and plants a kiss on his cheek. Jon smiles back at him, brushing away Martin’s too long hair from his face.

“I love you too, Martin.” He responds and they embrace again, savouring the warmth and comfort of each other’s presence.

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