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bucktommyweek · 10 days

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BuckTommyWeekend Masterlist

I'm so sorry this took me so long, everyone but I do want to again thank everyone who participated.

Here is the list of fics and creations from BuckTommyWeekend in April.

Note: If your contribution is missing please reply to this post and I will add it asap.

The AO3 Collection can also be found here.

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Masterlist – The Clean Edition

Day 1: Alternate First Meeting

Begin Again by @starrysophie04

Good Deeds with a Bad Future by @tommy-kinard-buckley

In the Right Place by @katyobsesses

Slide on Through My Window by @tommykinardkink

The Warning Signs Are There (I’m Spiralling Anyway) by @evan-privileges

Moonlight Meeting by @ezvlli

Guide Me Home by @diazevan

Now I remember what it feels like to fly, you give me butterflies by @aesthetictarlos

One Hell of a Story by @half-bakedboy

The Wedding Date by @frizzlenox

Fratboy FWB AU by @fakemouthstatics

Not even a little, not even at all by @kinard-buckley

This seat taken by @saras-almanac

Alternate First Meeting by @scarslikevelvetstoryshare

smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze by @bucktheally

Can I call you by @brasscati

A Very Different Poker Night by @regent-of-rarepairs

these few, rare, beautiful things by @26-cats-in-a-trenchcoat

Day 2: A Figure From Their Past

The Lucky One by @starrysophie04

Remember those walls I built? Well, baby, they’re tumbling down b @aesthetictarlos

I can do it with a broken heart by @ezvlli

Is there something you need to tell me? By @frizzlenox

When the sun goes down by @sweet-sammy-kisses

I love you, I’ll love her too by @half-oz-eddie

When you smile (it kills me) by @diazevan

Blast from the Past by @scarslikevelvetstoryshare

What we have by @saras-almanac

a blast from the past by @kinard-buckley

can't be said that i'm an early bird; it's ten o'clock before i say a word by @bucktheally

Day 3: “I’ll come for you, no matter what.”

Stay Stay Stay by @starrysophie04

Netflix and Chills by @nine-one-one

“I’ll come for you no matter what.” by @scarslikevelvetstoryshare

I’ll take care of you and honey, you’ll take care of me too by @aesthetictarlos

You, me and the silence by @ezvlli

you and me (that’s what i want) by @kinard-buckley

you keep telling me to live right; to go to bed before the daylight by @bucktheally

Day 4: Their Favourite Firsts

If Love is Fire, then I’ll Burn for You by @reformedplayerbibuck

The Very First Night by @starrysophie04

Relax and Breathe by @nine-one-wanton

The Sleepover by @frizzlenox

Time has brought your heart to me by @actually_allie

Their favorite firsts by @scarslikevelvetstoryshare

treat your mouth as if it’s heaven’s gate by @bucktheally

Multi-Day Fill

My walls are made of my heart (would you still break them gently) by @thetangycheesemanwithaplan

Masterlist - The Dirty Edition

Day 1: “No touching. You’ll be patient and wait until I’m done.” || Stop and Start

An Endless List of Really Impressive Stuff by @nine-one-wanton

I light the match to taste the heat by @mooshkat

Burning Touch by @sweet-sammy-kisses

No Touching by @buckxtommy

No Touching by @scarslikevelvetstoryshare

but what would you do if i went to touch you by @losermanediaz

we’re hot as hell, does it burn when I’m not here by @aesthetictarlos

Day 3: The Toy Chest

Polaroids by @frizzlenox

Day 4: “Guess what I’m wearing...”

On the other side of the line by @ezvlli

“Guess what I’m wearing...” by @scarslikevelvetstoryshare

Catalina by @fictasticvoyage

#masterlist #bucktommyweekend #bucktommy #tevan #kinley #kinkley #firepilot #firefly #firebeast #evan buckley #tommy kinard

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alexazucchie · 14 days

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STH Rarepair Week 24 - Day 1 - First Encounter - Amy x Bark

HAHAHA I DID IT

I WROTE IT

FOR THE SWEETIES

Thanks to @sonicrarepairweek2024 for the event that got me writing in English for the first time in my life!! (And to The Art of Letting Go EP by ANA that bangs as hell and kept me alive through the writing process)(I found out this music randomly and it turned out to be great)

The IDW comic shows the first encounter of Amy and Bark (I guess? I read it like a year ago,,, but now I think it did), but I got the vibe and reimagined it. This entire event will be severely vibe-based because I’m still unaware of the most of the Sonic lore :D

Fic under the cut! TW: amateur writing and possible grammar mistakes (I’ll fix it tomorrow after a good sleep)

The sun pours its light down on hills. It’d be hot today if there wasn’t a chilly breeze.

Another gust drags an umbrella from Amy Rose’s hands and makes it float away. She, who’s been trying to set it up, lets out a cry and follows it, but fails to catch it. With her eyes fixed on the umbrella she doesn’t watch her way and almost tripsвЂ”but bumps into someone soft.

Amy looks up and sees a bear. He holds the umbrella awkwardly with both hands, like he doesn’t know what to do with it.

Few moments past, he hands it over to Amy, murmuring, “Here it is, ma’am.”

“Thank you!” she chirps. “You are so strongвЂ”would you please help me to get everything ready for a picnic?”

Amy’s been waiting for Sonic and Tails. Three of them always have picnics on Sundays, but today they seem to be late.

“We haven’t met, but if you joined us, it’d be a great chance to get to know each other! I’m Amy Rose, and what’s your name?” Amy inquires when watching the bear set up the umbrella effortlessly.

“Bark. Bark the Polar Bear,” he mumbles in reply.

He has to go, actually, but he doesn’t know how to put it to not offend the young lady. He’s on a missionвЂ”Fang and Bean, need him to complete his part of their plan. How has he ever managed to appear in the girl’s way?.. He sighs into his scarf and kneels to help her.

But it feels nice to unroll the colorful blankets and fill them with all kinds of snacks while listening to Amy’s sweet rumbling. It feels much better than doing what they call mischief-makingвЂ”as soon as Bark listened to the Hooligan’s plan for today, he didn’t like it, considering it nasty. The girl would be upset to know that he was a part of something like that.

“Won’t you stick around? Are you sure?” Amy asks when they are done.

Bark shakes his head and gets up. He is both flustered and strangely happy, and both of the feelings make him want to walk away.

“OkayвЂ¦ Thank you for the help anyway! I’ll be looking forward to seeing you again!”

Amy waves goodbye to Bark until he’s not in sight, and soon after that she turns around to Sonic’s loud greeting.

“Sorry for the lag, AmвЂ”we’ve got in a fight with guys who call themselves the Hooligans. Luckily, something went wrong on their side, so we’re here alive and well.”

“I’m just happy to have you here! It’s a pity though that you didn’t see the guy that has just gone awayвЂ¦ He was so nice and helped me!”

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Thank for reading this far! I’m a better writer, I promise, this piece is mid because I was focused on simply putting words together rather than making it good. But I hope it’s any good! Not too bad for the first time I think!

#sthrarepair24 #sonic idw #idw sonic #sth #amy rose #amy rose the hedgehog #bark the polar bear #Barkamy #rarepair

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memesmadefullmetal · 5 months

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I kinda wanna make an fma rareship event. Not sure if there is such a thing already or if there would be interest. I'm suffering in rareship hell and i wanna celebrate it with other rareshippers, that our ships are fun even if it's unpopular.

Hi anon! 🤩

We aren’t aware of anything that exists like that right now (unless we’ve been living under a rock!) but we’re happy to try and gauge interest for you!

- Mod Mustang & Mod Hawkeye 🔥🦅

#fma #fmab #fullmetal alchemist #metal meme #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #ask us anything!

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giggly-squiggily · 6 months

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Roommate Check (Blue Lock)

What time is it? Lee!Barou time! :D In classic Squiggily fashion, I'm bringing y'all a rarepair with this one! I don't know why but the idea of Barou and Rin interacting makes me laugh. I hope y'all like it!

Also this is a given but as I've not read past season 1 of the anime I don't know how the rooms are set up or who's bunking with who so take this with arrangement with a grain of salt okay onto the fic!

Summary: Due to unforeseen events, Rin and Barou are now bunkmates. Antics ensue.

CW: Swearing

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@myreygn @cupcake-spice13 @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @riisada

“Oi, move your ass.”

Rin blinked, turning around to glare at the self-proclaimed king. “Who the hell are you talking to right now, cause it sure isn’t me.”

“You're the only one in here, lashes. Who else am I talking to, the ghost of Blue Lock past?” Barou was it? He stood at his full height, putting that single inch difference of theirs to work as he glared down at Rin. “Stop hovering around the door- either get in or get out.”

Infuriating. That was the immediate thought that came to mind as Rin glared back. How the hell did Isagi put up with this guy during the second selection? “How do you suppose I leave if you’re blocking the door now? Besides, this is my room.” He double checked the room number before coming in- this was the room he was assigned.

“Seriously? Looks like we’re roommates.” The fact seemed to piss off both of them, jaws setting and glares intensifying. At least there were three proper beds this time instead of bunks. “I’ll say it again- move your ass.”

“Make me.” Rin growled, refusing to break first. He wasn’t afraid of some egoist. Reaching out, he made to shove him out of the way. “I’m going to take a shower-”

What happened next was a series of incidents.

Turns out- Barou was just as much of a wall as Tokimitsu- just far less submissive. His shove did little to move him out of the way The unexpected block made Rin stumble, eyes widening some as he scrambled for balance.

Barou reached out instinctively, used to catching his sisters when they stumbled. “Careful-HEH!” The hand at his shoulder shifted upward, brushing his neck as it went. Rin came somewhat crashing into him soon after. “Watch your hands!”

“Easier said than done when you’re falling, ass-” Rin blinked, the small sound playing in his mind once more. “Did you…squeak?”

Barou didn’t reply. From where RIn was, he could see the flush of red creeping along his collar. Caught in 4k. “Uh…no?”

“Hm.” His curiosity won out over his initial embarrassment. Reaching out, he poked Barou’s side.

“Hmm! Cut the shit!” Barou growled, grabbing Rin’s arms. Before he could push him away, more pokes came, jabbing the same spot several times over. “L-Lashes!”

“It’s Rin, dumbass.” He replied coolly, his fingers never ceasing their exploration. “Seems like Isagi isn’t the only one who’s ticklish.”

“I’m not ti-GAH DON’T!” Barou jerked when those prodding fingers pressed in, five on each side digging into flesh. “Stahhahahahp!”

“Shit, you’re more ticklish than him. Is that possible?” Rin sounded almost amused, carrying on his attack as Barou howled before him, slowly sinking to the ground with each flick of his fingers. “I’m barely touching you and you're laughing.”

Shuuhuhuhuhut the hehehehheell uuhuhuuhuhup! Geahhahahah, I’ll kihihiihick your ahahahhahahahhass!” His threats were as effective as paper, shaky and gibberish like between his bouts of mirth. It wasn’t long before he was lying on his back weakly pawing at Rin’s hands as the younger man scratched along his ribs. “Stahhahahap gahhahhahahah!”

“Hm…I swear, I think I’ve heard you laugh louder before.” Rin mused, frustrated he wasn’t getting the reaction he wanted. He knew tweedle dee and tweedle dum from Isagi’s old team did it- maybe it had to do with being in a pair?

Or maybe…

Rin swept his hand up once more, deliberately going for under the chin.

“GAH! AHEHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHA!” Barou all but exploded, twisting the best he could beneath Rin as he tried squeezing him out. “NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE YOU FUHUHUCK!”

“Found it.” Pride spread through him. Take that, bitches.

Barou couldn’t form words anymore, the majority of the air coming out of his lungs was dedicated to laughing while the remaining focused on trying to pry the other’s hands off- one tugging at the wrist beneath his chin while the other attempted to gather the one squeezing his upper ribs. Eventually, when his cheeks were flushed bright red and his chest hurt from lack of air, the tickles came to an end. “Ehehehe..hehehhe..fuhuuuhhuck…”

“Heh.” Rin snorted, satisfied. It felt good being on the attacking end of a tickle fight for once. Usually Isagi and bob-cut were; attacking him and anyone within a 50 foot radius. “Looks like I win, giggle king.”

Barou glared daggers, the effect still so weak. Rin stood, stretching his arms out as he wandered back into the main room. “I’m taking this bed. You can have your pick of the other two-”

A sharp jab to his ribs made Rin spasm, his bag flying out of his hands with a yelp. Twisting around, he found himself face to face with Barou, eyes dancing with revenge.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s ticklish.” He mused, the intense aura rolling off him in waves. Rin tried not to step back as he raised his chin-

“Um, hi. Is this room 3?” A boy poked his head in, cyan blue eyes wide and curious. Rin’s heart did a little skip. “I’m Yo Hiori, by the way.”

Saved by a pretty blue angel. Barou backed down, mumbling about “even more roommates” as he went back to setting up his bed. Hiori gave Rin a small smile and nod of greeting before claiming the remaining one.

Well…he supposed it wasn’t so bad- the whole roommate situation.

Thanks for reading!

#blue lock #tickle #tickle fic #rin itoshi #barou shouei #yo hiori #fluff #antics #tw: swearing #Don't mind me promoting my Rinori love akljrkjearjkaejkr #rare pairs #I had a need for lee!barou and I ran with it :D

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authortobenamedlater · 1 year

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Get in loser, we’re going down the highway to rarepair hell.

I’m gonna have a hard time finding images for these two. Maybe I’ll have to get better at photo manipulation or drawing.

That’s if I ever write anything else for this.

Which I am. Totally not. Ever going to do.

*shoves Lasky and Silva out of my muse*

Anyway, two fics for the price of one!

These can stand alone, but they work better together.

There is a fair amount of flirting and “married people talk” in For Better Or Worse, none of it is descriptive.

Spoilers for Forward Unto Dawn abound in both stories, but after the infamous Lasky Not-Smut Reblog Chain, I don’t think that’s going to stop anyone. However there may be some parts of the fics that don't make sense if you haven't seen FUD. Like Chyler. So, maybe at least go to her Halopedia if you don't want to be completely confused.

@sarnakhwritesthings @ageless-aislynn @christian-latte-anon @writeforfandoms @mrtobenamedlater

I’m just tagging everyone who was in on that chain or has interacted with my posts about this.

Still need a suitable AU name. Just in case I ever continue it.

*pointedly ignores banging on door of muse* I have enough marriage AUs, thank you very much.

And! As a treat! A "deleted scene" from Messy Together that I liked but ultimately made the story too long and didn't fit.

(goes between He hugged her close. “Yeah. I guess we might as well be.” and They both fell silent, and it wasn’t long before Tom felt Chyler starting to slump on him.)

“Tom? What else?” Chyler prodded gently.

“You ever think how…we’re only married because the Covenant blew up our planet?”

“We could be married anyway,” Chyler speculated. “We’d have been students for a few years. And we might still have gotten stationed together.”

“I was going to leave Corbulo the next morning,” Tom said.

“You weren’t going to leave.”

Tom clasped his hands around her waist. “I wasn’t?”

“You weren’t,” Chyler said with certainty. “You can’t walk away once the gauntlet is thrown, Tom. It’s the same reason…” she took a long breath and sighed it out. “The same reason you wouldn’t sign the divorce papers. I think I knew that all along.”

“I guess you’re right, I would have stayed,” Tom conceded. “I had just kissed this pretty girl. I was already thinking I was gonna marry her.”

“Oh, stop it, you were not.” Chyler swatted his hand.

“Yes, I was.” Tom smiled. “Always a step ahead, right?” He sobered. “So was it worth it? You know…everything?”

“I don’t know if ‘worth it’ is the right way of thinking,” Chyler said contemplatively. “We took something bad and made something good out of it.” She smiled up at him. “What better way to stick it to the Covenant?”

“Yeah.” Tom smiled back. “What better way?”

#halo fanfic by atbnl #fanfic by atbnl #thomas lasky #chyler silva #thomas lasky x chyler silva #halo #halo fic #forward unto dawn #halo 4 forward unto dawn #married with a supercarrier au

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m4gp13 · 9 months

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Day 1: Love Language / Crush

Ethabaster (Ethan x Alabaster)

Word count - 1321

@them-awesome-rarepairs

Ethan flopped down onto his bed with a long, low groan. How long had he been in the Mt Othrys training rooms? Two hours? Three? He hadn't noticed his body's protest against the gruelling workout regimen until he had to adjust his place in the room due to the decreased visibility through the window when the sun started to set. And now his body was determined to pay him back for the hell he put it through. Served him right. He was a Nemesis kid through and through. Every single fibre of muscle he contained burned as if he’d been swimming laps in the Phlegethon.

He'd just toed off his loafers and dropped them to the floor when his door burst open; eliciting another groan from him. He dragged a pillow to him from further up the bed and slammed his face into it.

"Good evening, my favourite lieutenant," Alabaster said as he strutted inside. The door clicked shut behind him.

"Your only lieutenant," Ethan corrected, murmuring against the pillow.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Al shuffled over to the bed but Ethan stopped him from going any further with an outstretched arm pointing a finger in his vague direction.

"No shoes on the bed," he warned and relaxed when he heard his general sigh and undo the velcro on his sneakers. The mattress creaked and sagged under Al's weight; making an indent that caused Ethan to droop towards him. “Can I help you?” he asked.

Alabaster shifted on the bed so he was leaning over Ethan’s back and combed his fingers through his hair. “Just wanted to make sure you’re still alive after your little romp through boot camp today,” he said, his voice softened to a melodious purr so at odds with his smart-ass answer.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Ethan groaned into the pillow under his face. “I just lost track of time.” Al pressed down on a spot on his head that made him half melt into the comforter. “You should be grateful, anyhow,” he said after getting some more air in his limp lungs. “It’ll be your battles I’m training for.”

“I know,” Al chimed. His hands worked their way down the back of Ethan’s head, his neck and his shoulders until Al’s thumbs were rubbing circles into a knot of tension between his shoulder blades. “And I am grateful, for your information. But if you want to fight my battles you’ll need to make sure your body still works when we come to them.”

“My body works fine,” Ethan said, half expecting Al to ignore him due to the muffling effect of the bedding obscuring his words.

“It works fine now,” Al said. “Or it did three hours. Or it will when I’m done with you forty-eight hours later.” He punctuated his point with a deep prod of his thumbs into a muscle that may as well have been bone with how firm it was. The intense relief spilling out of Ethan’s mouth in a broken groan silenced any protest he might have made. “But not when you spend hours running yourself ragged until you’re a limp noodle on the bed.”

“Limp noodle, huh?” Ethan managed to wrench an arm out from under himself to elbow Al in the ribs. He remained undeterred in his pursuit.

“Oh,” he said, his smug grin audible in his voice, “We’re playing dirty now, are we?” He swung his leg over so he was straddling the small of Ethan’s back and pulled his hands free. Replacing them was Alabaster’s entire body weight pressing down against him while his arms came around to hug Ethan’s chest.

“Hey!” he huffed out; bouncing Al on top of him with his spasming laughs. “You’re crushing me!”

“Pretend I’m a weighted blanket,” Al said as he propped his chin up on the back of Ethan’s head.

“No. You feel like a boulder. I’ve already done weights in the gym.”

“Which is why you need this.”

“More weights?”

“No.” Al wrapped his arms tighter around Ethan’s chest and an infuriatingly comforting warmth bloomed along his back. “I’m just wringing all the tension out of your muscles. Like water out of a towel.”

“So I’m a wet towel now? Don’t I feel loved.”

“Come on,” Al whined. “You can’t keep working yourself to the bone like this! And if I need to flatten you to keep that from happening, then so be it!” He pressed his body further onto Ethan’s and worked some more tension out of his muscles.

“Stop yelling,” he groaned. “The whole army will hear you.”

“Good. They’ll know not to let you in the training rooms anymore tonight.” Ethan glared up over his shoulder but all the ire he’d mustered up was a weak defense against the face he was met with. Al wore a familiar sheepish smile that dimpled his cheeks and narrowed his gleaming eyes, which seemed to sparkle even brighter against his tawny face. The colour of it deepened from the warm pink undertone overtaking it. The heat rising in Ethan’s own face told him he’d soon have an embarrassingly deep blush to match and he turned around to rest his head back down on the bed.

“Whatever,” he huffed, burying his burning face in his forearms and relishing the cooling effect it had on him. “Just get it out of your system.”

Grinning, Al buried his face in the crook of Ethan’s neck and murmured against his furiously hot skin, “You know I love you, don’t you?”

In spite of himself, Ethan leaned into the touch and even reached his hand back to card his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair. “I know.”

“And you know how much you worry me, don’t you?”

Ethan sighed. “I know.” It was the only reason he hadn’t shoved him off and kicked him out of the room already. For all his persistence, if Ethan seriously told Al to get lost he would have begrudgingly agreed and left him alone. And then Al would have been sitting in his room all night with a bouncing leg and a wandering mind.

“You know I don’t mean to worry you,” Ethan said. “Just trying to help out.” The two of them rarely told the other they loved them, not in so many words, but they knew how to express it. Al had a lot of anxiety about his role as general, Ethan knew this very well, and there was little he could do to alleviate the burden on his shoulders. The only real power he had was over himself and he intended to use that power to give his boyfriend the best damn lieutenant an army could use. Which, of course, involved putting himself through his paces in the training room until he physically couldn’t.

Al’s only response was to murmur a little, “Uh-huh,” and start kneading the overworked muscles of Ethan’s biceps. The press of his body was firm, insistent, and yet as gentle as ever. His thumbs dug into the tight knots Ethan had wound up in himself, nudging them until they loosened and fell away, while the rest of his body pressed all the tension out of him to leave him lying limp under his boyfriend’s weight. It was this that told Ethan his efforts did not go unnoticed and his feelings did not go unreciprocated. Ethan’s ‘I love you’s were etched into his actions. Al said his ‘I love you’s with his hands.

Ethan responded by leaning back to press a light kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek. “Just so you know,” Ethan told him, “You’ll never be able to stop me from helping you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Al said, a smile audible in his voice. “Just like how you’ll never be able to stop me from helping you.”

With Al’s weight crushing him in the most gentle way and his warmth seeping into the very air around him, Ethan wasn’t very inclined to stop him.

#pjo #percy jackson #ethan nakamura #alabaster c torrington #alabaster torrington #ethabaster #pjorarepairs2023

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samwontshare · 2 years

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Nakia/Namora ficlet

Off I go to rarepair hell!

I have written Nakia/Namora. It will probably be the only fic for this pairing. Thank you in advance to anyone who reads MCU rarepairs.

You can find it here on AO3.

Pairing: Nakia/Namora

Rating: General

Word count: 729

Summary: Namora plans to kill Nakia in retribution for the Talokanil woman slain. She doesn’t plan to find her so beautiful.

Namora had a spear she wished to dull upon one surface dweller’s ribs. If this woman could sneak into their caves, then she could sneak onto this woman’s beach. But as she gripped her spear tight in her fingers, she saw a small boy tug at his mother’s skirts, run screaming in delight as she made herself a monster mask of seaweed. It would do no good to kill the child under their alliance. This had to be done without a fuss, without anyone knowing.

She would watch.

Namora watched for many days. She watched the surface woman sew shells from her lands into her hair. She watched her teach all of the surface children about the sea. She taught them about all of the life that lives there, how important it is that humans respect and protect the ocean. She taught them that water connects all life. The woman talked about how she came from water, not the ocean but the rivers of Africa. She shared in hushed tones with the children that when she missed her homeland, she would come to the water and know that she was home.

Namora had drowned the woman's kin in those rivers. It had seemed so necessary at the time. She did not think she regretted what was done. The woman kept her pain well hidden from the children, and only by dark did she add more salt to the sea. Namora envied the way she released her pain.

And still she watched.

It infuriated her that she didn’t lure this woman to the ocean and be done with it. But when the little angelfish strayed too far from the woman and was pulled out to deep water, she did not let the boy drown. Namora saved him. She sent a gentle ray to swim him close to shore. She watched the way the woman, Nakia was her name, embraced him as the most precious object in the world. She watched the fear and sorrow she had hidden shine plain on her face. Namora wondered what it would be like to feel such grief. Hers was stored in the depths.

She found Nakia that night, alone on the beach. She let the water play at her feet.

“I know you’re out there. I can feel you watching me.”

Namora said, in her native tongue, “I came to bleed you for the sharks.”

Nakia said, also in Namora’s native tongue, “Then do it.”

Instead, Namora sat on the empty beach with her, a safe distance. The air felt so strange on her skin. She felt so light she might blow away. It took conscious effort to breathe only from her mouth, to let the salt flow. It was dangerous to be on land. It was dangerous to let Nakia live.

“I’m sorry, for the sister I took from you,” she said at length. Despite the danger, Nakia stared at the water, her arms wrapped around her knees. She still had shells in her hair. The moon made Nakia’s skin glow blue, like Namora's people. Namora swallowed a gulp of water and looked away.

“I’m not sorry for protecting my people,” Namora said because it was true. “She was my cousin. We are all related, every one of us. We’re all part of the same whole. To lose one of us is to lose all of us.”

The woman stared at the stars, her eyes heavy with longing. “I think I understand.”

Namora hesitated, drew up her own knees. “I am sorry for your pain. You are too beautiful to look so sad.”

Nakia held her gaze for just a moment, a small smile on her lips. “You think I’m beautiful?”

“For an air breather,” she retorted, standing to break this spell on her. She waded into the water. “Do not linger in the ocean should I change my mind.”

“Why did you save my son?” It was less curiosity and more a challenge. Namora frowned. She did not believe in the alliance. She believed the surface world was a threat. But maybe… maybe there was more to them. Maybe there was room for women with shells in their hair who glowed in the moon light.

Just before the water took her, she heard Nakia call: “How many hundreds of miles did you swim just to see me?”

Too many, and not enough.

#black panther wakanda forever #black panther wakanda forever spoilers #nakia #namora #nakia x namora #nakia fanfiction #namora fanfic #rarepair #unrequited crush

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gendervapor14 · 1 year

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OP Rarepair Month 2023: Week Five ~ Free

just posted the first chapter of my last story for the OP Rarepair Month 2023 event!! i fully intended for this to be a oneshot, but i absorbed too much inspiration, so now there are two other chapters in the works. should be able to get them out relatively soon!

title: all bark and no bite rating: T content warnings: none! relationship: rosinante/crocodile additional tags: fluff and humor, alternate universe - modern setting, boarding kennel au?, suspicions, fake/pretend relationship, undercover missions, sexuality crisis, first dates, trust issues, light angst, drunken shenanigans, awkward tension, awkward dates, first kiss

sample below! :D

The office door behind him rattled and Bell-mère showed face. “Hey. How’d it go?”

Rosinante kept his thoughts to himself for a moment. Rested a hand over his mouth in contemplation, before he glanced to the shorter woman and shuffled closer. “I have to personally babysit a crime lord’s dog. For a week.”

The manager produced an airy scoff, “What?”

“Friday, he’s dropping off Friday, and he’ll be back—”

“No, that’s, I don’t care about that.” She waved a hand, the other perched on her hip. “Crime lord?”

“Well, yeah. You saw the guy, right?”

“So, you’re judging this dude solely on appearances.”

“Here, look.” Rosinante ushered her towards the front counter. Grabbed the paperwork he printed before the visit. Vet documents, although there was some personal information available to mine. “Look at this. Billed to Sir Crocodile. That’s, that’s not a name! That’s a fake name, who the hell names their kid Sir Crocodile?”

“Isn’t your brother named Doflamingo?”

“That’s—completely different, that’s a cultural thing. Sir Crocodile, Bell-mère, that’s the name of a, a mafioso!”

“And why would you know that? Unless you’re in cahoots with the mafia?”

“No, I’m—” With potent exasperation, Rosinante slapped the pages on the shiny countertop and stared at the manager. “Can you be serious with me for five seconds?”

“Look, Rosi, you’re making a big deal about nothing.” She motioned to the paperwork. “Even if he’s the country’s top fucking shitbag, it doesn’t matter. We’re not here to put people in cuffs. We’re running a dog boarding facility. He has a dog. That’s all that matters.”

“Bell-mère, he could have blood on his hands. If we can get this guy arrested or—”

“Then what?” She entertained with a raised brow, “You’ll feel like a hero? They’ll put your name in the paper?”

“This isn’t about me.” He emphasized, “I have him in a very vulnerable position. I have his phone number, I have his address.” He slapped the pages, “We might be able to save a lot of lives here. This isn’t about the dogs.”

“Your job description is dogs.” Bell-mère reminded him. “We’re not marines anymore, Rosinante.”

“So? I can still help the world become a better place, right?” The hope didn’t leave his voice or his posture, gesticulating with vivid frustration, “What, you want me to just sit on my ass, complacent as ever, letting this underworld jackass take advantage of our lovely services?”

Bell-mère paused a moment to absorb the passion of his spiel. “Yes.”

“Well…” Raking fingers through his hair, Rosinante hunched over the counter again, futzing with the register. “I won’t. I’m not going to stand for it. I’ll figure him out. You can’t…unlearn an old dog…old tricks.”

Chewing on her bottom lip, his manager considered him evenly. “Happy about that one?”

“It’s, it’s a work in progress.”

“Right. Well, I suggest dropping it, because crime lord or not, he’ll probably bring in the big bucks. And we could use that kind of green, yeah?”

With an annoyed sigh, Rosinante rubbed at a temple. “Don’t you have some dogs to take out?”

thank you for hosting this, @oprarepairmonth!!

entry for week one can be found here :) entry for week two can be found here :D entry for week three can be found here :P entry for week four can be found here :3

#oprarepair2023 #one piece fanfiction #donquixote rosinante #one piece corazon #sir crocodile #one piece crocodile #bell mère #bellemere #crocorosi #crocodile x rosinante #crocodile x corazon #genwrites

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thecouchsofa · 7 months

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Getting to know you tag game!

Shout out to @littlewinnow for the tag!

-Three Ships-: Drarry, Sterek, Destiel. My brain is a rotating hell of these three.

-First Ship-: my first proper one was Larry Stylinson (lmao)

-Last Song-: Spotify says it was All Summer Long by Kid Rock

-Last Movie-: Fired Up! (me and my mates are slowly going through all our favourite movies from high school, Clueless is up next)

-Currently Reading-: Nothing irl, although I'm waiting for Song of Achilles to come in the post. I finish Release by hsvh last night and I'm going to start The Discreet Gentleman's Connection by pluto tonight!

-Last Thing I Wrote-: My entry for the Rarepair Fest which I finished the draft for last night (shout out to the discord sprints)

-Currently Writing-: Making the final edits on my fics for Suds and Rarepairs

-Are you named after anyone?-: I'm named after my mum's childhood doll! It came with an assigned name already (first and middle) and both she and my auntie loved it and wanted to use it. I was born before my female cousin, so I got the name!

-Favorite Subject in School-: English, History, Geography

-Do you have kids?-: Nope!

-When was the last time you cried?-: I cried laughing over this photo of a cat the other day. Don't ask me why, it just really hit the spot.

-Do you use sarcasm a lot?-: A fair bit, but I'm much more of a dry humor kind of person!

-What sports do you play/have played?-: I played Netball for like a year in primary school and absolutely hated it. Team sports are definitely not my thing, I much prefer to cheer from the sidelines!

-What’s the first thing you notice about people?-: Hair colour and the eye area e.g. eye and eyebrow shape and colour. Apparently it's weird to remember people's eye colour? Whenever I describe someone I always use that detail and people are like "how do you know that" but it's like the most basic information?? Someone tell me I'm not crazy

-Any special talents?-: Is pattern recognition a talent? If not than I'm fairly good at adlibbing. My ability to bullshit on cue knows no bounds

-Where we’re you born?-: Australia

-What are your hobbies?-: Reading, writing, buying books, going for lil walks

-How tall are you?-: 5'10

-Dream Job-: I do not dream of working lol but otherwise a travel writer. I'd love to be able to get paid to go to a bunch of different places and record my thoughts on them and have people want to hear them!

Tagging (if you want!): @stationintern @jtimu and anyone else who wants to!

#text post #me irl #tag game

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surpriserose · 2 years

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shrek yaoi | Shrek x Donkey

Summary

Shrek and Donkey go to Comic Con for their adopted son Artie, but Shrek has other plans in mind and takes Donkey to a romantic dinner at the Cheesecake Factory. What yaoitacular action will happen there? Ooooo you have to read to find out~ [1969 😏 words]

Warnings

None! Just some cute gay fluff ☆:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:☆

Shrek never thought he would encounter a stench stronger than his own until he went to San Diego Comic Con, but the humid mass of bodies before him proved him wrong. Donkey and Shrek stood aimlessly, flabbergasted by the waves of humanity and also Deadpool cosplayers before them. Their adopted son, King Artie Pendragon-whatever Shrek’s last name is-whatever Donkey’s last name is, was overflowing with excitement. (A/N: If you don’t know who he is get da hell out of here and watch Shrek the Third!) He bounced up and down on the balls of his feet, looking between each booth on artist alley.

“Sae whit urr ye keekin fur?” Shrek asked.

“Umm,” Artie said shyly.

“Ah thought ye git ower yer fear o' public speaking back whin?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it, I’m just gonna go-”

“Aye haud yer horses, kid, whaur urr ye aff tae?” Shrek asked, grabbing the back of Artie’s graphic Legend of Zelda t-shirt and stopping him in his tracks.

“Just um, to get um, well-”

“Oot wi' it!”

“I’m going to whichever artist has the best yaoi, okay? Since you want to know so badly!” Artie yelled, hunching over and shoving his hands in his cargo shorts petulantly.

“Yow-whit?”

“Now, Shrek,” Donkey tsk-tsked carefully as the woman of the gay couple. “He obviously doesn’t want to talk about it and we should respect that he’s a growing boy with his own money and privacy, babe.”

“Ah juist wantae ken whit it's? Is that sae ill?” Shrek asked, shaking Artie like a bag of coins.

“Well yaoi is like-” Artie started, already eyeing the BakuDeku print across from him.

Donkey stomped on Shrek’s foot, who quickly let go of Artie to clutch at his foot. “Thanks Dadkey!” Artie shouted as he disappeared into the crowd.

“Noo whit wis that fur?” Shrek whimpered.

“Stop pressuring our boy, remember, we’re here for him, not for us, you want to make the decisions you should have driven us to OgreCon. Besides, you already know what yaoi is, Shrek.”

“Ah dae?”

“We’re yaoi,” Donkey said.

“Och, ah guess ah dae,” Shrek said, winking seductively at Donkey. Donkey made a flushy face, as much as he could through all the fur.

Donkey and Shrek gazed into each other’s eyes in the middle of the aisle, blocking gamers and anime fans from obtaining their prized and overpriced merchandise. Donkey bit his lower lip as he looked at Shrek’s long, luscious lashes. Angry Marvel cosplayers shoved their way past Shrek and Donkey, some admiring the quality of Shrek’s Shrek cosplay as they didn’t come away with any green paint streaks. Thank God, some people can seal their paint, they thought. Nothing could break the romantic tension between Shrek and Donkey as they were two seconds away from a full blown make out sesh on the grimy convention floor. They reached for each other slowly, almost fingertip to hooftip when they heard the only thing that could break the hold they had over each other, a shout from Fiona.

“What do you mean, HonkIfYouLoveBaDonkADonk isn’t tabling here?!” Fiona shouted at a hapless convention staff volunteer.

“We should get out of here,” Donkey and Shrek said in unison, one less Scottishly than the other. “Huh? What’s your reason? You first!” they continued simultaneously.

“Well…” Donkey started.

“Well whit?”

“Well I may or may not be HonkIfYouLoveBaDonkADonk on Twitter, Tumblr, and DeviantArt and I may or may not specialize in yaoi rarepairs which, funnily enough, makes me really popular with the ladies, if you know what I mean-”

“Okay that’s enough, Donkey,” Shrek said.

“-Not that I’m complaining, I mean you know I’m faithful, but the fame doesn’t hurt-”

“Donkey!”

“-And sometimes I need that unconditional support, because you know when you get into one of your moods I don’t get that from you so I turn to the internet and I know the fujoshis will always have my back even when you’re throwing your little pity parties-”

“DONKEY!!” Shrek roared, drawing the attention of every congoer in the vicinity and a few of the respectable people on the street outside. Fiona whipped around looking for the source of the voice of her one true love and ex-husband. Shrek gulped anxiously, realizing what he had just done.

“We should get out of here,” Donkey said. Shrek nodded. Artie would be fine enough on his own, even if he was lost in the yaoi trenches of artist alley, never to be seen again. Abandoning their kid(s), ex-wives, and the gnat-like swarms of nerds, Donkey and Shrek absconded to the Cheesecake factory outside the convention center.

They got a booth relatively quickly, which for the Cheesecake Factory, was still a two hour wait. By that time twilight settled over the city like a weighted blanket, but a hot and sweaty weighted blanket because of the humidity. It was the peak hour for romance and Cheesecake Factory’s SkinnyLicious® Specialties. Knowing this, Shrek shifted his bulk anxiously on the cracked red leather of the booth. Straight couples (A/N: ew) in the booths and tables surrounding them gazed into each other’s eyes over slices of cheesecake. Donkey would have expectations with this atmosphere, he was very high maintenance, after all. Today would be the day, if Shrek could pull it off.

The waiter, tired of cosplayers, came over and brusquely took their orders before they had time to make small talk about how unfair it was that Firefly was canceled before Joss Wheadon. Shrek waited anxiously for their orders to come, suddenly shy in front of his partner of 21 years with the waiter gone. Donkey started tapping his hoof on the table expectantly.

Shrek cleared his throat Scottishly. “Sae how dae ye lik' th'...th’...” Shrek couldn’t think of anything to talk about. Gazing at Donkey took his breath away, his partner’s beauty overwhelming him like it always did. Donkey raised his eyebrows, unsure what to make of Shrek’s stammering. “Sae how dae ye lik',” Shrek started again, “daein' th' yaoi?”

“The yaoi? Oh, I love it! And the girlies on Tumblr do too, you should see how many notes I get. I really got started in the Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons fandom, Jack Frost x readers were my bread and butter until the Onceler came along. Now there was a man! Of course, you’re the only big green meanie for me, but you can’t deny how hot the Onceler is…”

Shrek listened intently to Donkey’s ramblings, despite not knowing what half of the words he was saying were. But here he was, all this time later, still learning new faucets of his partner. Donkey was endlessly fascinating, and in turn endlessly irresistible.

It felt like no time had passed at all when their waiter brought their multiple orders of sweet corn tamale cakes, warm crab and artichoke dip, fried mac and cheese balls, and Buffalo Blasts®. Ordinarily, things like this would be far too appetizing for Shrek as they weren’t worms and eyeballs, but this was the Cheesecake Factory. The kitchen might as well have been Shrek’s swamp, it had all the same conditions including the Smash Mouth soundtrack.

Their food delivered, they dug in. The food was good or something. I don't care, we all know that’s not what you’re here for. Shrek, even as consumed as he was with gay panic over how beautiful his partner was or whatever baby gays whose only real experience with the community is through fanfic think gay panic means, was greatful for the break in Donkey’s ramblings. A man can only take so much yaoi.

When they were done with their appetizers, Donkey excused himself coquettishly to the bathroom. As he did not have hands, he tended to end up smashing his face into food and having to clean up after every course. Shrek was used to this by now. But as he waved Donkey off, he had an idea.

Shrek flagged down their waiter. He asked the waiter to come closer – No, closer than that… Well, now that’s a little too close but it works – so he could whisper instructions in their gender neutral ear. As they listened, the waiter grew more and more despondent. Not only had they had to participate in more than fifteen birthdays for anime characters today, but now they would have to play part in a wedding proposal. They nodded at Shrek, a pained smile on their face that said “Yeah, I can do that but you better fucking tip well.” With that hope the only thing keeping the waiter afloat to the end of their shift, they went to the kitchen to make arrangements with the chefs just as Donkey returned to the table.

“So what’s next for dinner?” Donkey asked.

“Och ah awready ordered fur ye, babygirl,” Shrek answered, “Ye kin juist keeping gaun oan aboot yer yaoi wi' na worries.”

So Donkey continued rambling on about Johnlock conspiracies and Onclercest and Omegaverse and his favorite doujinshis and a thousand other things Shrek had never heard of and hoped never to hear of again. But he listened anyway because he was a supportive partner. And hopefully soon, a supportive husband.

The main course arrived soon enough and Shrek was spared hearing about the distinct differences between enemies to friends to lovers and friends to enemies to lovers. Their waiter set down their entrees, a single specially made corn dog on a plate for each of them. But Donkey’s corn dog had a conspicuous ring slipped on it as if it were a finger. Donkey failed to notice it and flung his face towards the plate to munch on that flakey cornmeal.

“Wait, Donkey!” Shrek cried.

Donkey stopped. “What’s up?”

“Dinnae ye notice anythin' special?”

“I noticed someone dropped their jewelry in the batter but I don’t see how that’s any of my business, besides having more iron in my diet.”

“Dae ye really think that's whit happened?” Shrek asked, on the verge of tears. How could their special moment start off like this?

“Shrek, what’s this really about? Is there something you’re not telling me? Are you stressed? Sick? I bet it was those tamales, they tasted a little off to me, hold on let me go get the manager-”

“Donkey!”

“What is it, Shrek?”

“I’m not sick, let me huv a go at this again.Donkey, as ye ken, ogres hae layers lik' onions do,” Shrek explained. Donkey nodded, he remembered their first real conversation well. “And I’d lik' tae add ye as a layer tae mah onion.”

“Shrek… do you really mean that?” Donkey cried.

“O' coorse, mah sweet!” Shrek pried the ring off the corn dog, smashing it to pieces. He held it up in front of Donkey’s face. “Wid ye mak' me th' happiest ogre in th' world?”

“Oh Shrek! Yes! Yes!” Donkey shrieked. He jumped over the table and into Shreks beefy green arms. Unsure exactly of what they were seeing, but still understanding it was a proposal, the other customers clapped politely if bewilderedly.

“Lets go tell th' guid news tae Artie,” Shrek said blissfully. Donkey nodded.

The two of them walked out the restaurant, Shrek bridal carrying Donkey through the revolving doors. They forgot to pay, not that anyone would have remembered after that yaoitastic display. Their waiter remained untipped.

Shrek walked triumphantly into the convention center and kicked in the door to the room hosting the “Fudanshi x Fujoshi: Finding the Perfect Boy who Loves Yaoi Almost as much as You do!” panel slash speed dating event.

“Oi! Artie! Guess who’s getting married!” Shrek bellowed. Everyone in the room hushed. Artie wanted to die and pretended not to hear. Shrek cleared his throat and shouted again, “Oi! Artie! Guess who’s getting GAY married!”

Then everybody clapped.

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eternal-love-song · 2 years

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On My Shoulder

Kokichi, Kibo, and Miu have lunch in Miu's lab.

[Non despair, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Polyamory, OT3, Pre-relationship, Implied Relationship, Getting together]

@dr-rarepair-week-blog

There was a soft, rhythmic thumping echoing through the room. The sound helped her think, even as she mostly ignored it to focus on the parts before her. Miu thought that it might have been hours that she had been shut up in her lab, eyes down and hands constantly moving. During all that time, the sound hadn't stopped at all. The pattern had changed a few times, but it hadn't stopped.

The sound was being made by Kokichi, she knew. The brat had made a scene when he'd come to visit her, forcing her to stop working to argue with him. After he'd eaten up enough of her time, he'd taken up a position on one of her unused desk, started tossing a ball against a wall, and told her to get back to work. As if he hadn't been the whole reason she'd stopped.

She would never admit how nice it was, having the subtle reminder that she wasn't alone. As easy as it was to tune out the sound, the fact that the rhythm of it changed every so often usually caught her attention enough that she never forgot he was there. She couldn't think of anyone else that would let her work without interruption, without lecturing her about taking care of herself, but still be willing to keep her company.

A hard knock against her lab door pulled her out of her thoughts.

"Come in!" Kokichi called out cheerfully.

She turned around to glare at him. "Hey! Don't go inviting people into my lab!"

Kokichi grinned at her, catching his ball and setting on the table beside him to focus on her. "I was just trying to help, you know. I didn't think you could hear anything with your head so far up your own ass."

'Why you--" She was cut off by the door opening and Kiibo entering the room, holding an armful of drinks and packaged bread.

"Kiiboy!" Kokichi cheered in greeting. She would never admit how cute it was, the way he lit up whenever Kiibo was around. She wondered if he did the same for her.

"Are you two fighting again?" Kiibo asked, voice heavy with resignation.

"Are you kidding? The two of us would never fight," Kokichi told him with a bright smile. "Miu and I only ever agree about absolutely everything."

"Shut the hell up, Cockikchi!" She cracked her neck as she walked over toward the desk Kokichi was sitting on.

"Yeah, Kiiboy! Don't insult our friendship! See how well we're getting along!"

Kiibo just sighed. "Could one of you help me with this?"

Kokichi waited until Kiibo was right beside him before plucking a bottle of panta from his arms and cracking it open. "I got you, don't even worry," he said before taking a swig of his soda. Kiibo waited a moment to see if Kokichi would provide anymore help, unsurprised when he didn't.

Miu took it upon herself to take the drinks from his arms, helping him carefully put them down on the table.

"Thank you, Miu," Kiibo said.

"What's all this, anyway?" she asked.

"I noticed that the two of you have been in here all day, so I thought I'd bring you something to eat." He smiled at them both, hands on his hips.

Kokichi was already picking through the assortment of breads. "Is this it?" he asked. "Do you think humans only eat bread?"

Kiibo deflated instantly. "Well, I--"

"Because you were right," Kokichi said as he tore open a package of melon bread and took a bite. "I survive exclusively on bread and panta."

"That doesn't seem healthy," Kiibo replied hesitantly.

Miu picked out a curry bread. "You should know better than to listen to anything this twink says, Kiibo."

Kokichi knocked the bread out of her hands before she could open it.

"Hey!"

"Are you stupid?" Kokichi questioned, glaring at her. "You basically bathed your hands in grease and you're gonna touch bread with those filthy things?"

"I'm not an idiot!" she replied, slapping his shoulder as she glared at him. "I was gonna leave it wrapped."

"Not good enough!" Kokiochi exclaimed. "Kiibo! Activate cleansing mode!"

Kiibo recoiled. "What?"

Kokichi rolled his eyes. "Give her hand sanitizer, you bucket of bolts."

"Oh!" Kiibo smiled at the idea of doing something helpful, pulling out a small bottle of hand sanitizer and holding it out to her. "Here you go."

Kokichi frowned. "You can't even spray hand sanitizer? Man, you're the worse robot ever."

"Hey! That's robophobic!"

Miu cleaned her hands quickly before tearing into her curry bread. It was only now that realized how hungry she really was. Had she even eaten breakfast today? She took a few bites too fast before choking and needing to grab a soda to wash it all down.

"Such grace. Such class," Kokichi drawled. "Truly a prince among men."

"No one asked you!" She yelled, tossing the wrapper of her curry bread at him. It didn't go very far. Luckily she was standing right beside him and it didn't need to go far to end up hitting him in the face.

"Well," Kiibo said awkwardly. "I guess I'll leaver you both to what you were doing."

He never knew what to do when they argued with each other too long. That was one of the reasons Kokichi went out of his way to tease him. Miu's main methods of engaging people, insulting or flirting, rarely went over well with Kiibo. If it wasn't about upgrading him or talking about her inventions, she was honestly a mess. That didn't mean she wanted him to leave, though.

"Wait what?" Her voice was more surprised and distressed than she meant it to be. "You're leaving?"

"You're just gonna abandon us?" Kokichi's voice was much louder and mildly insulted.

"Um, do you want me to stay?" Kiibo questioned. The honest confusion on his face was more frustrating than her arguments with Kokichi. They had been trying to get Kiibo to stick around with them in their owns ways for so long that it was almost discouraging that he still felt the need to ask that. Almost. Kiibo was too polite to just make assumptions. It was one of the thigs she liked about him, even if it was also frustrating.

"Of course we do, you dummy." Kokichi glared at him. "Don't those circuits you call a brain work?"

Miu hit Kokichi in the back of the head. "Don't be mean to Kiibo," she told him.

"Why? Want me to be mean to you instead?" he asked with a smirk. "Are you jealous?"

Miu squeaked, a flush spreading across her face. "Eeh?"

Kiibo sighed. "You could ask me to stay like a normal person, Kokichi."

"Nope," Kokichi said with a little pop. "That's my charm."

Miu placed a hand on Kiibo's shoulder. "Would you stay and have lunch with us?"

Kiibo smiled at her, making something flutter in her chest. "Thank you, Miu. I would be happy to stay."

Kokichi reached out and wrapped his arm around Kiibo's, pulling him closer as he picked up another melon bread. "Ha! You fell for our trap!"

Kiibo eyed him suspiciously. "What trap?"

"You made a deal with a devil, Kiiboy! Now you have no choice but to stay with us."

"Hey! Are you calling me a devil?" she asked.

"If anyone here is a devil, I think it would be you, Kokichi," Kiibo said.

"Ooh, does that make you the angel?" Kokichi questioned. "Alright, I'll tell her to do only the worst things and you can give her all the good ideas."

"What? No!"

"See, you're already used to your role."

Miu laughed, moving to Kiibo's other side and leaning against him. "Thanks for bringing us food," she said softly.

"You're welcome," Kiibo replied. "I worry about the two of you when you're alone."

Kokichi moved even closer to Kiibo, practically nuzzling his arm. "Guess that means you can't ever leave us alone, right? You don't know what we'll get up to. You're the only one that can keep us out of trouble, Angel."

Kiibo didn't have the ability to blush, but she was sure he would be if he could. "I... You're just teasing me," he stammered.

"Am I?" Kokichi asked with a wide grin, fluttering his eye lashes at Kiibo. "Am I really?"

Miu placed her hand on the desk behind Kiibo and Kokichi reached out to rest his own on top of it. "I wouldn't mind having an angel and devil on my shoulder," she said softly.

"Well... if you're both serious," Kiibo said softly. "Then alright. I'll be sure not to leave the two of you alone. You can count on me."

"Thanks Angel!" Kokichi chirped brightly.

Kiibo looked flustered again.

Miu laughed. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into," she told him. "But it's too late to back out now!"

#Kiibouruma #ELS Writing #Miu Iruma #Kokichi Ouma #Kiibo Idabashi #Danganronpa V3 #Fanfiction #OT3s Are My Heart #V3

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meerlichtz · 1 year

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Oh rarepair hell, we’re really in it now

#new ship i enjoy has seven fics on ao3. they’re all less than 5k and one of them is from 2004.#the fic is older than I am.#to be fair the entire movie by itself also only has like 50 fics but STILL. does no one else have eyes and artistic vision #did no one else see this movie. saw them interact. and was like ok you know what this could be a thing #they could be a thing. i could make them bisexual.#bi writer cowboy and bi paranoid and traumatised ex gifted child who’s job is being a dad #and they both need help.#if u dont know what movie im talking about i am not telling you bc u will call me insane. u will say. but meer. they barely talked

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grelleswife · 1 year

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hi sorry this is literally so random so no pressure to reply but ive read some of ur stuff on ao3 and i was blown away! so when i saw your username reblogging my art i literally flipped. consider this fanmail i guess?? ;; anyways im new to kuroshitsuji and im so excited to see what im getting into and ur a big inspo for that. keep being awesome :) 👍

Oh my gosh—thank you so much!!! 😍💞 I’m honored! I loved your Grellerin art; finding such a cute depiction of one of my favorite sapphic Kuro rarepairs in the tag was the perfect way to start my morning. 🥰

And welcome to the fandom! We’re a chaotic bunch down here in Kuro-hell, but we have plenty of fun while we’re at it. 🖤

#fandom positivity #gahhh thank you for the kind words! 🥰🥰🥰

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authortobenamedlater · 5 months

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ATBNL’S AU MASTER POST

Because I am the master of AUs.

Got a major case of brain fog and couch lock today and went into my drafts to finish this FINALLY.

I will take asks and DMs about anything here. By which I mean I am begging for asks and DMs about anything here 😆

Star Trek AOS

The Pike-April Family Business: My oldest AU and the one with the least to show for it. This was the first AU in which I became really invested. I tried to revive it on AO3 a few years ago and just couldn’t get it going. I hope to one day find a way back to it. The older stories are still on my FFN.

I have tons of headcanons for this that have never seen the light of day and might not unless I get asks about them.

Tagged “pafb au”

Star Wars

Mandalore’s Reluctant Royals: Canon divergence from Mandalorian S2 finale. Bo-Katan comes up with a solution to the Darksaber problem that may be more than she or Din bargained for. A political “marriage” that eventually turns into the real thing.

I had a whole timeline and several WIPs and ideas for this AU most of which got lost when my computer crashed in May 2022. The series will never be what I envisioned, but I still love it and think about it a lot.

Tagged “mandalore’s reluctant royals”

Untitled ROTS Fix-It: A Winter Soldier-inspired AU that came from me looking at Sebastian Stan and Hayden Christensen’s similarly wild hair and “haha Samuel L. Jackson.” Someday I might do something with it, but it’s just been turning over in my head for about seven years. Couldn’t even think of a good image for it.

Tagged “rots mcu au” for want of anything better

Halo (TV)

Vital Record (Angel-117 on AO3): The fallout from Everyone’s Favorite Scene(tm) is S01E08. Starts from the eponymous fic and branches off into several AU possibilities. Canon divergence from S01E09.

This one lives mostly in headcanons on Tumblr as I have too many ideas for it to make anything cohesive 😂

Tagged “vital record au”

Halo (game)

(I wish I could get a grown-up picture of them.)

Married...With a Supercarrier: Get in loser, we’re going down the highway to rarepair hell. Chyler doesn’t die in Forward Unto Dawn and she and Lasky get their happy ending with the occasional lovers’ quarrel.

Tagged "married with a supercarrier au"

NCIS: Reach: Grew from a seemingly inconsequential crossover for International Fanworks Day 2023. I ended up finding these universes fit each other well and really enjoying the concept, though I haven’t written anything else for it (yet).

The first fic can work for game or TV Halo, but the rest of the AU would be game-verse if I continued it.

Tagged “ncis reach au”

For Such a Time As This: An epic crossover that will almost surely never be finished entirely, taking off from some point in Spartan Ops. Infinity gets dropped like a rock into the Babylon 5 world. Halsey escapes and gets loose on the station and basically causes the Shadow War and all kinds of other problems.

I do not have the time or talent to pull this off and changing anything about the B5 storyline feels like sacrilege to me 😂 but I still enjoy playing with this AU.

Tagged “for such a time as this au”

#pafb au #Mandalore’s reluctant royals #rots mcu au #vital record au #married with a supercarrier au #ncis reach au #for such a time as this au #star trek #Star Trek aos #star wars #the mandalorian #rots #halo tv show #halo #ncis #babylon 5

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