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I don’t know why but I always imagine azris falling in love in the the winter court.
They’d both be there for work- Eris seamlessly stringing people along with his silver tongue, Azriel spying through the pale shadows of winter. There’s a mutual understanding that when Eris notices a few rebellious shadows, he looks away with a blinding smile so that whatever courtier he’s charming doesn’t see a thing, that when Azriel watches Eris slip into the private rooms- he calls his own spies off and attends himself so that whisper of a conspiracy does not bleed out. They don’t get along at all but they are reluctant allies.
Which makes things confusing when Eris catches a glimpse of Azriel from his guest room windows. The sharp, dangerous edges of an imposing Ilyrian softening in the gentle rain of snow, sleet falling on a beautiful face which shifts from cold stone to quiet wonder. Things are confusing when Azriel as a spy, an extremely unwelcome guest, has no place to stay but cold abandoned rooms and empty rafters. Illyrians are resistant to the colder more than others but it doesn’t stop Eris taking pity on Azriel who’s shoulders are stiff and fingers are blue. Eris is warm, his hand drags Azriel to his own quarters- Azriel has never held someone who’s blood runs so hot. He wonders if all autumn fae are like this or if it’s just Eris. The autumn prince will hide Azriel in his room and it gets confusing when late nights when either of them can sleep, they start talking about Eris’ dogs, Azriel’s shadows. They argue until they have to go to bed furious at each other (but keep each other warm) on some nights and others, they confess forgotten dreams and weak promises.
It’s confusing because they’re both workaholics who know better than this. There’s no playing at work- that just leads to horrible choices and decisions that they can’t afford to make. They act on behalf of their courts, they’ve learned better than to listen to their thundering, traitorous hearts.
It was useless to fight it, the surge of emotion, the falling in love. Azriel has never felt more helpless when he treks the wintery forests with Eris one day for no other reason than the fact he wants to- watching Eris scale a tree with a fire flickering beneath his feet. Eris shakes the tree, ice and snow falls on Azriel and he can only look in the same wonder as that first night. Eris slips, on purpose or on accident, and Azriel rushes forward to soften the other’s fall. The flash of lovely red hair again the pure snow, warm laughter ringing out and Eris as an anchor in his arms- Azriel has never been more helpless.
Or Eris, who plays along with the winter nobles, with the high lord and lady. By the end of the day, he’s exhausted with these games. He doesn’t want to play with the mask. In quiet moments of respite, he sits in the cozy libraries with a book and by the frosted windows. He never finishes a book because by the time he opens to the first page, writing appears in the frost. Telling him he looks stupid, telling him he looks like a pretentious fuck. Telling him that they’ll bring back liquorice tonight from the court’s premiere confectionary even though liquorice fucking sucks Eris. Eris will write back. They’ll spar with a thesaurus: brute, prick, pain in my ass, the bane of my existence, the death of me- and one day the frost answers back a word Eris doesn’t recognise. But he is in a library and he hunts down the answer and when he does, his ears are red all through dinner. It was too much effort, he thinks to himself when laying in bed with Azriel who sleeps soundly with a strong arm over Eris, too fight against this.
#azris#azriel shadowsinger#azriel acotar#eris vanserra#eris acotar#i’m just a delulu girl living in an azris world#azris supremacy#acotar#sorry I haven’t posted in a while#I’m always thinking about azris#but I’ve been trying to write actual fics for azris week#I love them#I think they should kiss in the snow#also an excellent opportunity for a sick fic#what is a fandom without a sickfic
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My Irondad fic recs!
I thought of doing this because why not? Admittedly, I'm not reading as much fanfiction as I did a couple years ago, but some fics have changed my life entirely. In case I forgot one, I'll add it later!
I would’ve organized this in a bullet list, but Tumblr hates me and invented a character limit for that. So this is going to be long and will be under the cut. Anyway, let’s do this!
Rare and Sweet As Cherry Wine by loubuttons – I've mentioned this one before, but this fic right here was what inspired me to write my own Irondad works. One very particular detail I like about it is how it portrays Maria, Tony's mother. It's not what I usually see in other fics about Tony's childhood, since they tend to make Howard the big bad parent. Of course, this is because I personally related to it, as I don't believe in the "bad parent vs. good parent". I also like that it praises Edwin Jarvis as the one who looked out for Tony the most. It's pretty realistic and a very melancholic character study, IMO. *TW for abuse and neglect*
You're Always Iron Man by madasthesea – a very short fic but I absolutely love the premise. Takes place after the big battle in Iron Man 2, and Tony finds little Peter again. They have a very endearing interaction. The following chapter is also very cute!
Nothing like a fresh cup of humiliation in the morning by madasthesea – Pure fluff! This one is probably a classic in the Irondad fandom. Tony kisses Peter's forehead without second thought. Shenanigans ensue. It's so adorable and funny. If you just want to read fluff without angst, this one is for you.
when my body won't hold me anymore (where will I go) by madasthesea - I think I heard about this fic thanks to @/irondadfics here on Tumblr, but I might be wrong since I already knew the Nice work, kid series. Anyway, Peter is believed to be dead, so Tony (and the rest of the Avengers team) is mourning him. In reality, Peter is astral projecting. You know, sort of like how Stephen Strange, in his first movie, was fighting a guy in the other dimension while his body on Earth was struggling to live. That's basically what happens. Strange appears, of course, and saves the day. And I pretty much LOVE the presumed dead trope. I don't know why. Maybe it's the angst of it all. *TW for grief/mourning and temporary character death*
The Reason by doctornineandthreequarters – I think I read this one when I was still writing Oh, take me back to the start. I was looking for fics for inspiration, and I found this one. During the Time Heist in Endgame, Tony remembers the reason he's fighting to bring everyone else back. It's very emotional.
Couch Cuddles by happyaspie – Classic sickfic, but with more fluff than anything. I like rereading it when I feel lonely and touch-starved, especially when I'm also sick like Peter.
You’re So Much Like Me (I’m Sorry) by SpaceCowboysFromMars – Irondad + Miles Morales! Peter is an adult in this, and he freaks out when an injured Miles arrives in his apartment. Tony gives him some wisdom about mentoring and parenting. I don’t usually find Irondad stories featuring Miles (and not necessarily a Spider-Verse crossover), so this was a nice discovery. Peter & Miles & Tony is a very underrated trio IMO. *TW for slight gore*
I'm Glad I Have You by punkybunny – Peter has been having a rough time, dealing with loneliness as Aunt May is not home often, and with bullying at school... until he finally has the chance to spend time with Tony. However, the demons don't disappear completely. Obviously, more Hurt/Comfort, lmao. *TW for nightmare/bad dream*
I Want to Trust You by punkybunny – Actually part of a series that, admittedly, I haven't read all the other stories. But even this one is a very interesting concept on its own. This is a Hydra Peter AU, after Peter has been rescued. He gets sick but given his past in Hydra, he thinks Tony is going to get angry. Peter is proven wrong when Tony helps him get better. The ending is very adorable. I'll see if I can read the rest of the series one day. *TW for past abuse and experimentation*
what you think I've done wrong by ironxprince – I don't often read Biodad stories as you all know, but I was, again, looking for inspiration for You keep me searching for a heart of gold, and I stumbled across this one. Basically Peter, as Tony's biological son, finally meets Howard. It goes as well as you think /sarcasm. *TW for physical abuse*
i, in time, will climb my mountain by ironxprince – This one is heavy. Once again, Peter is Tony's bio son, and he's suicidal. Every time Peter attempts suicide, he buys a new plant. Tony doesn't know this, so he's confused as to why there are so many plants in their house. I love this one, but of course, I try to read it when I’m not having a really bad day. *Once again, TW for suicide attempts*
how do you get that lonely (and nobody knows?) by parkrstark – Yeah... another heavy one. Peter attempts suicide but he saves himself before he reaches the ground. With that, he goes to Tony. This ends happily, don't worry. *TW for suicide attempt*
When You Can't Sleep by Emily_F6 – Pretty much Tony comforting a sleepy Peter, who has just had a nightmare about Thanos. Just Hurt/Comfort and domestic fluff. *TW for mention of death*
i get by (but it's eating me alive) by Livinei – Honestly, I think this is the BEST May's Abusive Boyfriend story I've ever read. For one, none of the characters are oblivious nor dismissive of Peter's feelings. May isn't neglectful and Ned actually tries to encourage Peter to tell someone. I also like that Peter isn't completely helpless. I don't usually see those things in other fics with this trope, sadly. And of course, Protective Tony is my weakness. *TW for emotional and physical abuse*
Hold Me Together by An_Odd_Idea – Post-Endgame where Tony is alive, and Peter and Tony are both trying to cope, so they rely on each other. Pure Hurt/Comfort.
A Tremendous Thing by ExpectoPatronum – Possibly one of my favorite Irondad stories EVER. Also post-Endgame with Alive Tony (though the author better explains it in the notes, it's supposed to be part of a series, but this story can be read on its own). There are a lot of references to Charlotte's Web if you're familiar with it. Basically, it's Father's Day and Peter is feeling guilty and out of place at Tony's lake house, even though everyone is readily trying to include him. It's absolutely beautiful and painful.
Hug You I Must by spiderwriting (catch_you_later) – Probably one of the first touch-starved Peter fics I've read. I like how it describes touch-starvation as this "itchy" current in your body, something that makes you anxious. Thankfully, Peter gets his hug later on. Plus there are some Star Wars references (the title probably is one, lol). *There's some minor violence here when Peter is fighting off some bad guys, but not the focus of the fic*
When You're There With No One There To Hold, I'll Be The Arms That Reach For You by Squibbles94 – Another touch-starved Peter fic. But I really like the references to Cast Away. Ironically I saw this movie in the same year the author published this fic (dare I say SHORTLY after it was posted). I also had no idea that Cast Away was entirely about isolation. Gosh, the main character's monologue at the end ALWAYS gets to me... anyway, yeah, the peak of the pandemic was awful to me, so reading fics like this one helped tons. It still does.
I am cold by N/A (orphan account) – Peter tries to visit Tony, but he gets lost in a subway tunnel on a freezing day. Eventually we learn why Peter wanted to see Tony, but overall this is mainly domestic fluff. Everything ends well.
Sorry Pedro by PinkEasterEggs – One of the first Irondad fics I read. Peter has a nightmare about Homecoming (mainly Toomes), but he avoids waking Tony for that reason. But thanks to F.R.I.D.A.Y's protocols, Peter goes to his mentor. Tony is also super soft here and it makes my heart swoon.
you are enough by diaz_evan – Another post-Endgame fic. Arguably I began reading Irondad fics only after Endgame released. Anyway, this one is short, kinda sad but it ends well. It’s Tony’s birthday and Peter feels very anxious about what to get him as a present. Thankfully, he doesn’t need to prove his love for Tony. *TW for panic attack*
Happy Father’s Day, Mr. Stark by downeylove – There are a lot of Father’s Day fics for these two, of course, but this one takes the cake for me. It’s simple but very endearing to me. Tony obviously doesn’t have good memories of this day, but Peter changes that for the first time. It’s really cute. Plus, Pepper is here, and I love her. I wish I could read more of her interacting with Peter. *TW for mentions of alcoholism and past child abuse*
5 Times Peter Didn’t Say He Was Struggling… And The One Time He Did by Bladam_Shevine – Again, an old fic I read years ago. I admit I haven’t re-read it in a while, but I remember enjoying it and even saving it to read offline. It’s basically what it says in the title: Peter struggles in many ways and he initially refuses help. Tony is always there to reassure him he can count on him. Bruce is here if you like him! And MJ helps Peter on one of the chapters as well. The chapters might get heavier as they go, but it ends on a hopeful note. *TW for injury, panic attack, suicide attempt (it doesn’t involve Peter), and depression*
The Good Days and the Bad by SoupGirlLovesSoup - Peter has had a bad day, now he's cuddling with Tony. It takes a while before Peter finally tells him what happened. It gets sad, but it's mostly fluff and it ends hopefully. I love re-reading it when I need the comfort. *TW for mention of suicide attempt, depression, and bullying*
Breathe Again by gwenoakley - Post-Endgame where Tony survives. He's recovering in the hospital and Peter finally reunites with him. Before that, though, we can feel the anxiety and trauma Peter feels. Definitely makes me emotional. It's the ending they deserved.
Well, for now this is it! Again, I might add more fics here. I think I also could make a list of what particular concepts I want to read more in Irondad stories, so maybe you guys could give me your own recs. I might try to resume my habit of reading Irondad fics, because they give me a lot of comfort. Thanks for reading this far! I hope you enjoy any of the stories I included.
(I'm aware some authors here have their accounts on Tumblr, but I didn't want to annoy anyone by tagging them, so yeah 😅)
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i have this habit of reading ao3 before i sleep or i just won't get sleep (yeah i am a teenager with effed up sleep habits)
and i realised that there are not enough sickfics in the firstkhao fandom 😭😭 like there are a few under akkaye but nothing under sandray (i don't remember if there is anything under alangaipa cause there is probably nothing)
so obviously i have a request to my fav writer which is PLEASE GIVE ME SICKFICS DJDNDNNSJDND
the absolute tenderness of looking after your lover, trying to shield them from it all and them just clinging on to you... I WILL CRY
i would love to read any sickfic from you, be it any fk couple. hope you dont mind this request <3
Anon, I really hope you're still around to read this because I know it's been ages since you requested it, but look! I wrote you a SandRay sick!fic. I hope you enjoy 💕
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Ray was sick. Or, well, he had been.
For days he had been fighting off a bad case of the flu and although he had a tendency to become extra stubborn when he was ill, Sand took care of him without argument. He cooked Ray delicious homemade soup, washed the sweat from his body so that he wouldn’t get a chill, and made sure he never missed a dose of his medicine.
At the height of his illness, Ray had found Sand’s unwavering attention annoying since all he wanted to do was sleep, but now, as the fever started to abate, he realized just how lucky he had been. It didn’t seem fair that all of that attention had been wasted when Ray wasn’t alert enough to appreciate it. So even though he was feeling better, he pretended that he wasn’t.
He was sitting in bed propped up on a mountain of pillows when Sand walked into the room that night with his evening meds. Ray gave him a wobbly smile and then immediately dissolved into a coughing fit that was only half for show.
Sand frowned, setting the glass of water and pills he was carrying down onto Ray’s bedside table before climbing onto the mattress with him, his hand raised to feel Ray’s forehead. Ray just watched him, wide-eyed and innocent. He knew his cheeks were flushed, but it wasn’t from fever. He had spent the past couple minutes pinching them hard enough to color his skin. He wanted it to look convincing.
“You’re not feeling any better?” Sand asked, dropping his hand back to his side. “You look better. Whenever I touched you before, you would just yell and swat me away.”
“I feel a little better,” Ray allowed, blinking at his boyfriend owlishly.
“Well, if you’re not feeling a lot better by tomorrow, we may need to go back to the doctor. I’m worried about you.”
“There’s no need to worry,” Ray said, pulling on Sand’s arm so that he was forced to sit down on the bed next to him. “I’m fine!”
If this had been a normal day, Sand probably would have rolled his eyes, but because Ray was sick, he didn’t. He just wrapped his arm around Ray’s shoulders and held him tight. Although Ray liked their usual teasing banter, he liked this too. He liked being spoiled. He liked that Sand had been staying home to take care of him instead of running off to a bunch of different jobs he didn’t need. He liked how his illness sanded down Sand’s rough edges. He liked that at their essence, this was what they were: soft and in love. “Do we have any more ice cream?”
Sand dutifully brought Ray a bowl of ice cream and they spent the night cuddling in bed watching movies. Ray knew it was destined to be his last night of sick leave; in the morning, he would be forced to make a miraculous recovery. But, he had to admit, it was time.
Ray woke up with the sun only to find that Sand was still asleep next to him, which was odd. Sand was an early riser. Figuring he was simply exhausted from the days spent taking care of Ray, Ray leaned in to kiss him on the forehead only to find that he was burning up.
Ray pulled back in alarm, quickly replacing his lips with his hand, but the result was no better. Sand was sweltering hot to the touch. Too hot. Right? Ray wasn’t sure. He had never had to diagnose anyone before.
“Sand?” he said, shaking his boyfriend frantically. Sand would know what to do. Sand always did. “Sand, wake up. I think you’re sick!”
Sand very clearly did not want to wake up. He rolled away from Ray, buried his head underneath the covers, and started coughing. “Just bring me some medicine,” he said, his voice muffled. “I’ll be fine.”
Ray hopped out of bed immediately, determined to get the medicine for him as fast as possible, but it was only as he was standing alone in the middle of the room that he realized he had no idea where the medicine was kept. They had moved into this apartment together only a few weeks before. It would have been sooner, but Sand took some convincing because the apartment was technically way out of his budget.
In the end, Ray had worn him down, but Sand had adamantly refused to spend the extra money on movers, so they had done everything themselves. Or, well, Sand had. Ray had thanked him with copious amounts of blowjobs. It had seemed like a good system at the time, but now he had no idea where anything was.
He wandered into the bathroom and began looking through cabinets, figuring that was the most likely place for medicine to be, and eventually he found a couple bottles that looked familiar. They were empty.
Ray ran back into the bedroom, waving the bottles around frantically. “Sand, I think we’re out. What do I do now? Sand?” Sand was apparently too delirious to answer him. He wasn’t yet asleep, but his only response to Ray’s voice was a pained groan. Ray stared down at the bottles in his hand hoping that if he wished hard enough, they would simply refill themselves. But of course they didn’t.
It was then that Ray remembered Sand offering him a handful of pills the night before that Ray had only pretended to take since he was only pretending to be sick. He rushed over to his bedside table and pulled the pills out of his drawer.
“Sand, here,” he said excitedly, coming around to his side of the bed with a glass of water. “You need to take these.”
With some gentle coaxing, he was eventually able to get Sand to sit up and take the pills, but he looked horrible and collapsed back down onto the mattress immediately. Ray just stared at him helplessly, trying to figure out what in the world he was supposed to do next.
He thought about calling Sand’s mom or his own dad or, hell, Mew—literally anyone who might be able to help—but his pride stopped him from actually picking up the phone. Sand had taken care of him for nearly a week without any help at all. Surely, Ray could do the same.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to think. The first thing he needed to do was buy more medicine.
“Sand? Sand?” he asked, shaking his boyfriend’s limp body. He had planned to ask whether Sand would be okay alone for a few minutes while he ran to the store, but Sand didn’t respond. He was fast asleep. In the end, Ray decided to go. He changed clothes, made sure Sand’s phone and a glass of water were easily within his reach, and then promised he would be back in fifteen minutes. As he stepped out their front door, he couldn’t help but think Sand would probably be better off alone than in his inept care.
Ray realized his first mistake within minutes: he had not taken a picture of the meds he needed to replace. When he reached the pharmacy right around the corner from their apartment, he was immediately overwhelmed by the options and he had no clue what Sand needed. He tried googling it only to become overwhelmed again, but in the end, a nice older lady helped him pick out a couple things she thought would be useful and Ray threw a few extras into his basket as well. Just in case.
When he returned home, Sand hadn’t moved, but he was shivering and covered in sweat, so Ray grabbed a washcloth and a basin of water and did his best to clean him. It wasn’t as easy as Sand made it look. His motions were clumsy and he felt sure that if Sand were conscious enough to know what was happening, he would have laughed at his efforts.
After that, Ray bundled Sand back into bed and headed into the kitchen to make soup for the first time in his life. On the night Ray had first fallen ill, Sand had made him a pot of soup that tasted so good he had devoured it within a day. It was Sand’s mom’s recipe and she claimed it had healing powers. Ray didn’t doubt it. Sand told him his mom’s soup was the one bright spot of getting sick. That it almost made the whole thing worth it. So Ray knew he needed to make it for Sand, too.
He had texted Sand’s mom and picked up the ingredients while he was out, but now that he was staring at them spread out over the counter, he felt less confident about his ability to recreate the recipe. There was nothing he could do about that now. He sighed and got started chopping the vegetables. Badly. Sand did most of the cooking in their house. Ray was starting to realize that Sand did most of everything.
Hours later, the finished soup was simmering on the stove and Ray smelled like a Thai restaurant. He quickly hopped in the shower, washing off the last vestiges of his own illness and the evidence of his poor cooking, and then headed back to the bedroom where Sand was still asleep. He held his hand out to feel Sand's forehead and although his body temperature felt more normal than before, he was still shivering.
Ray didn’t know what else to do so, feeling helpless, he simply laid by his boyfriend’s side and wrapped his arms around him, praying that the worst of it would soon go away. Was this what it had felt like for Sand to watch him be sick over the past week? Had Ray only prolonged that pain by pretending he wasn’t well?
The shivering stopped. They both fell asleep.
Ray was awoken some time later by Sand moving in his arms. He sat up immediately, ready to run and fetch whatever Sand needed to feel better, but when Sand finally opened his eyes, he no longer looked pained. Just tired.
“Are you okay?” Ray asked, reaching for Sand’s face as if searching for an injury he already knew didn’t exist. “What do you need? Medicine? Water? Food? I made soup!”
Ray was cursing himself for not setting alarms for Sand’s medicine the way Sand had done for him when Sand gave him a weak smile. “You made soup?” he teased and that, at least, told Ray the medicine was working.
“I did!” Ray insisted.
“Well then some soup might be nice.”
So Ray hopped out of bed and prepared a bowl of soup for Sand. When he returned to the bedroom, he found Sand already sitting propped up on a couple pillows, taking better care of himself than Ray had taken of him.
“You look better,” he said.
“I feel better,” Sand agreed.
“I’m sorry I got you sick.”
Sand shrugged. “It was bound to happen. Now about this soup…”
Ray refused to pass Sand the bowl, scared he might drop it, but he dutifully scooped a spoonful of Tom Yum out and offered it to him. Sand sniffed it hesitantly before taking a bite.
The soup had barely touched his tongue before his whole face scrunched up in distaste. He quickly tried to school his features, but it was too late. Such an extreme reaction was hard to miss.
“What’s wrong?” Ray asked, trying a bite himself. All he could taste was salt. He made the same face Sand had and suddenly, he felt like he was going to cry.
“Oh, don't cry,” Sand said, taking the bowl from him, setting it down on the bedside table, and then pulling him into a hug. Even though Ray was no longer sick and certainly didn’t deserve the comfort, he let himself be held anyway.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice thick with unshed tears. “I’m such a crappy boyfriend. You took such good care of me for a whole week and I can’t even make you a pot of soup without fucking it up. I haven’t even been sick these past couple days. I’ve just been pretending so you would pay more attention to me!”
“Oh, baby. I know.”
That was enough to stop Ray’s tears. “You do?”
“Of course I do. You’re not a very good liar. But look, it’s fine. It’s the thought that counts,” he said, running his fingers through Ray’s hair. Surprisingly, that was all it took to calm him down.
“I’ll get better,” Ray promised, leaning his head on Sand’s shoulder. “And I’ll order you more soup from that place you like.”
“You’re doing fine,” Sand soothed. “Just stay here with me. That’s all I need. You’re all I need.”
Ray laid with his head on Sand’s chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart. “I love you,” he said because that was the one thing he knew he could provide. He had more than enough love to give.
Sand smiled and kissed the top of his head. “I love you too.”
#only friends the series#only friends fanfic#sandray#sandray fanfic#sarah writes things#fun fact: while i was writing this fic i learned that tom yum actually does have healing powers#apparently the capsaicin in the peppers boosts immune response#i have a master’s degree in nutrition 🙃
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𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭
synopsis: grayson davenport hawthorne is sick. luckily his beloved girlfriend is there to help him.
pairing: grayson x reader (the inheritance games)
content (genre and warnings): fluff 100% fluff, banter, sickfic, grayson folds for reader, just grayson getting the love he deserves
word count: 0.5 k
"Gray?", you called out sleepily, half awake, but fully aware of the warm, shirtless body beside you. Grayson's hand was firmly wrapped around your waist, pulling your back even closer to his chest, if that was possible.
"You feel hot", you continued, propping on your elbows to look at his face properly. His normally perfect hair was dishevelled, but he still managed to look perfect. The kind of perfection which gave you butterflies.
"I know you find me hot, darling, but it isn't a reason to break our peaceful slumber in the middle of the night, is it?", Grayson answered, half annoyed, half amused, his voice even deeper than usual. He opened his eyes to look at you properly, running his hand through his hair.
"Not like that!", you gasped, as your cheeks burned red. "I'm saying, I think you have a fever."
"What?", your boyfriend asked with pure confusion painted all over his face. He looked absolutely adorable; it was an extremely rare sight.
"A Hawthorne doesn't get sick", he scoffed, as if you had told a dad joke. He was now fully awake and fully annoyed.
"Being a Hawthorne doesn't mean you're immune to diseases", you countered, exasperated, which was justified due to his utterly ridiculous statement. "Unless your sadistic psychopathic grandpa altered your genes to make you immune. Wouldn't be surprising, actually."
Grayson threw you a look and you rolled your eyes. You put your palm flat on his forehead and flinched back.
"You're burning!", you said, concerned, lines etching on your forehead. You stood up and rummaged through the bed-side table, and retrieved a thermometer with a victorious smile.
"Here", you tossed it to him. "Take your temperature, I'll be right back with some medicine."
You quickly ran and brought the paracetamol with a glass of water. He protested, but swallowed it once you glared at him. Yes, the all feared Grayson Hawthorne folded at your one glance.
"Now rest up", you ordered, getting into bed beside him, sitting up against the headboard. He took your hand and patted his head. You sighed, moving his head onto your lap, running your fingers through his hair, just how he liked it.
"Who would think that Grayson Davenport Hawthorne cannot sleep without his girlfriend playing with his hair", you giggled and he blushed from embarrassment. Oh, how you wanted to snap a picture right there and then, and then trade it with Jameson or Xander for some "Hawthorne gossip".
"Oh shut it", he mumbled as he snuggled closer to you, drifting asleep.
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Way too many Bai//zhu hcs because... well... just look at my blog
not that loud but definitely desperate + forceful
like, gripping the nearest surface, knocking off his glasses forceful
would probably be spelled with italics iykwim
5/10 volume, 6/10 pitch, 5/10 wetness
breathy buildups that stutter (?) before the release sometimes (I suck at spelling but I hope you know what I mean)
fairly good at holding back but cannot stifle to save his life (but tries anyways, to varying degrees of success ranging from half-stifling to just sounding more repressed)
usually covers with his elbow, but will use the back of his hand if it catches him off guard
fits of 2-3 but can be (read: definitely) more if sick/particularly irritated (which, unfortunately, happens a lot)
longer fits can leave him winded and having to sit down afterwards, and just overall a disheveled mess
always always always excuses himself and blesses others
sneezed in front of a patient once, they blessed him and asked if he was feeling okay, and he got all flustered and was like "It's my job to worry about your health, not the other way around..."
somewhat sensitive to pollen and strong scents, meaning he has to be careful when working with certain herbs
used to be a lot worse, but managed to build tolerance after years of exposure (part of the reason why he's so good at holding back)
idk why but I also feel like he would be sensitive to cold weather
doesn't have the kink but would indulge his partner's if they asked, and would prefer to be the one doing the inducing
hear me out, he'd be really good at it too due to his knowledge of the human body and stuff (also something something him having a den//dro vision means the possibilities are endless)
should go without saying but catches colds easily (and catches them HARD)
(more general sickfic hcs under cut)
the most stubborn patient ever; everyone who cares about him literally has to beg him to rest (I mean come on he's literally the "puts everyone before themselves to the point of self sacrifice" trope)
aside from that, actually isn't that demanding, doesn't really ask for anything (unless it's reassurance that he isn't useless/weak/whatever self-deprecating thing he believes being vulnerable makes him)
so you know the quote about people trying so hard not to be a burden to others that they become one anyways?
that pretty much sums it up
can't decide whether he'd be clingy or just want to be left alone bc both are fun to think about
actually scratch that he would try to get his caretaker to leave and be all "you shouldn't have to see me like this" but would just go with it if they were to hug him
(and would stay hugging them for longer than either of them expect because he's deeply touch starved and doesn't even know it)
at some point would just pass out for the rest of the day and sleep off the whole thing
I just need to see someone care about him the way he cares about others is that too much to ask?
as you can see I totally got carried away but yeah I hope this was a good enough first contribution to the fandom
#no one asked for these but idc i'm posting them anyways#if you couldn't tell by now he's my fav#snz#snzblr#sneeze kink#genshin snzpact#that's our tag right?
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#. REQUEST GUIDELINES. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ I a list of guidelines on how to request from me !!
REQUESTS: CLOSED
ASKS: OPEN
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mdni. it goes without saying, but if you are under 18 or are an ageless blog, please do not request/send asks to me! i will delete requests from ageless blogs.
make sure requests are open before you send any in! if they are closed and you send a request, it will be automatically deleted!
please be patient with requests. i am a post-graduate student with a part-time job, and other side projects lined up. this is just a fun little thing for me to write some nsfw when i feel inspired, so i may get to requests pretty slowly.
requests are encouraged, but not promised! while i'll try my best to get to every request, i only write requests i feel like writing. if it's not up my alley, they will probably go unanswered, but please don't take it to heart!
please be specific when you do request, so i know what you want me to write! mention tropes, characters you want, and as many details as you like. don't hold back!
do NOT poke me on request/WIP status. again, some may go entirely unanswered if i don't feel like writing them; or generally, i may get to requests slowly. please understand that i will NOT entertain these messages. this is all free content, and i write because i want to! please have a little respect 🤍
please refer to this post for a general content guideline, and make sure you are comfortable with it, before you request!
tl;dr - i only write smut (nsfw) x-afab!reader fics, so please request within this guideline!!
please only request fandoms and/or characters specified here. if you request for ones that are not listed, your request will be deleted!
if the trope you want is not stated anywhere in this post, do feel free to ask nonetheless! there's a chance i might still give it a try, so shoot your shot! 💕
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nsfw tropes i will definitely write:
body worship
praise kink
soft dom/sub dynamics
somnophilia
edging/orgasm denial
unprotected sex
cum play/cum eating
creampie/breeding kink
cockwarming
food kink/food play
frottage/dry humping
sensory play
size kink
corruption kink
temperature play
pseudo-cest
exhibitionism
voyeurism
nsfw tropes i will NOT write:
pedophilia
age play
ddlg/ddlb/daddy/mommy kinks
rape/non-con
piss/scat
vomit
breath play
spanking
hard dom/sub dynamics
hard bondage
dacryphilia
A/B/O dynamics
secondary tropes i will definitely write:
fluff
hurt/comfort
hurt/no comfort
angst
sickfic
pining/yearning (one-sided, mutual)
sky/star/universe themes
ocean/water themes
fire themes
unrequited love
songfics
AUs: hanahaki, royal, coffeeshop, florist, academic, modern, magic, highschool, college
Dynamics: master/servant, royal/servant, doctor/patient, teacher/student, best friends to lovers, academic rivals to lovers, black cat/golden retriever, fell first/fell harder, star-crossed lovers, sun/moon
secondary tropes i will NOT write:
horror
gore
arranged/forced marrige or relationship
fandoms and characters i will write:
love & deepspace : xavier, rafayel, zayne, caleb, jeremiah
haikyuu : hinata, kenma, sugawara, shirabu, nishinoya, yaku, alisa, kiyoko, akaashi, kuroo, oikawa, kunimi
blue lock : chigiri, nagi, isagi
stray kids : felix, seungmin, hyunjin, han, lee know
tower of god : khun a.a., khun hachuling, baam, viole, hwaryun, endorsi, hatz, lauroe, hockney, yasratcha, garnak
bungou stray dogs : chuuya, dazai, atsushi, ranpo, nikolai
final fantasy 16 : joshua rosfield, clive rosfield, gav
lookism : johan seong
© rose-tinted-kalopsia. all rights reserved. do not: steal, copy, repost, reupload, modify, or claim any of my works as your own, regardless of credit given. absolutely do not use my works for AI training and other related purposes.
#navigation#requests#request info#divider by mikeykuns#Spotify#love and deepspace smut#love & deepspace smut#haikyuu smut#tower of god smut#ff16 smut#stray kids smut#blue lock smut#bungou stray dogs smut
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Appreciation Post #1
(This is my way of thanking other creators! If you're mentioned here please know that I appreciate you and your work has made my day (probably multiple days, actually). Having said that, if you don't want to be in this post, please let me know and I'll be happy to edit it!)
Through the Snow by @dutifullyshamelessearthquake
Warnings: vomiting, standard sickfic stuff
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Characters: Cyno, Tighnari
Highlights: long!!! (almost 20k!!!), attentive/gentle Tighnari, suffering/clingy Cyno, slow build-up and pacing
Excerpt: Cyno coughed violently into his hands, before his body lurched with the motion. Tighnari cringed, hearing liquid splatter on the wooden floor. Cyno's back heaved violently beneath his hands, and there was more splattering. He coughed wetly a few times, before inhaling a sharp, shuddery breath. The air smelled sour.
There was no question that this would be in the list this week - what an absolute dream to have a multi-chapter Cyno/Tighnari sickfic! The excellent pacing and general progression of the writing paired with extremely attentive caretaker Tighnari makes this work one of my all time favorites. Overall just a great mix of hurt and comfort!
Very Important Bonus Note: There's also some amazing art for this fic here and here by @relevantlucidity which I revisit frequently and even more art for it here by @myfriendscallmeasimp which is so precious!!!
Unfortunate Circumstances by @imill
Warnings: vomiting (induced and natural), scat/diarrhea, standard sickfic stuff; incomplete fic
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Characters: Scaramouche, Childe
Highlights: long - about 7k of pure misery, balances complex emotions - fear, worry, guilt, disgust, pity - extremely well, wonderfully descriptive diarrhea + vomit combination if that's your thing, 2 sick characters for the price of one
Excerpt: Childe gasped, his chest tight as he looked at the trembling figure in front of him. He had thought semi-conscious, carsick Scaramouche looked horrible but this one looked even worse. Without a second thought, he pulled the smaller harbinger into a hug, fingers gently running through his wet hair. And Scaramouche didn’t try to fight it, he didn’t have the energy. He sobbed into Childe’s chest, mentally cursing himself out for being so fucking weak.
The number of times I have reread this fic specifically is frankly concerning. If you're into the emeto/diarrhea combination, it's a must-read. It's heart-wrenching, brutal, and ultimately really sweet and comforting. I don't always like fics where the caretaker is also ill, but this one feels realistic without minimizing either characters' pain. It's just an absolute treasure and I adore it.
Scaramouche Art by @warmmilkytea
Warnings: vomit/emeto art
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Characters: Scaramouche
Highlights: lovely + comforting art style, captures the ✨ angst ✨ so well, such a great visual depiction of the buildup before being sick
This entire blog is right up my alley to be quite honest. I'm really not knowledgeable about art but these works make me feel things!! Wonderfully comforting things. When I look at these pieces, it's easy to picture a narrative around them and I adore that. This one specifically does such a lovely job of depicting one of my favorite bits to write - the buildup. I visit this blog often and just scroll through when I'm struggling with inspiration to write, so I'm very grateful that it exists!
Sharing a Receptacle by @danafeelingsick
Warnings: vomiting, food, standard sickfic stuff
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Characters: Tighnari, Cyno
Highlights: extremely high quality writing, beautiful balance of dialogue / body language / descriptions of the internal world and emotions of the characters
I've been waiting for a month to recommend this fic, I've read it so many times it must be tattooed to the back of my eyes by now. I'm struggling to say what I want to about this fic because as I'm trying, I keep wanting to read the whole thing again. I don't know, it's just a masterclass in balancing the external world with the internal, emphasizing the hurt and the comfort just exactly right, and managing two sick characters on top of it all. I love it more with each reread!
Bonus Note: Dana's writing is the reason I started playing Genshin so everyone thank them for unintentionally reviving my desire to write after 5 years of writer's block XD They also have a bunch of incredible artworks which will likely appear in future appreciation posts (if I can ever stop waxing poetic over their writing).
A (Flame)light in the Dark by @aeryssickfics
Warnings: literal torture, mentions of blood (specifically coughing and vomiting up blood), vomiting, mentions of wetting and messing, vomiting on oneself, being chained up, mentioned force feeding, hallucinations
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Characters: Kaeya, Diluc, Aether, Lumine
Highlights: intense whump/angst makes the eventual comfort and caretaking feel even better, very unique fic, intriguing combination of plot and hurt/comfort, depicts Kaeya/Diluc nuances really well
Upon rereading this fic for, genuinely, probably the 10th or so time, I just now picked up on a really interesting parallel between the sibling pairs in this fic. So now I love it even more because I am nothing if not absolutely weak for well written subtext and themes. I'm not usually big on whump fics outside of emeto stuff, but this one hits the spot. It flows very nicely, depicts some challenging perspectives and topics with the weight that they're owed, and I just highly recommend it to anyone who's curious and who doesn't mind the warnings!
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For the soft fic prompt meme you shared: need me some Raviolink 👀 maybe item 12?
Thank you so much for the ask! You picked such a good one that I had multiple ideas and had to whittle it down to one! Sorry it took a few days, the work schedule did not cooperate with writing.
This did turn out more hurt/comfort than sweet, oops. XD Though one of the other ideas was just straight up fluff and I might write that one too aslkdfjsdf.
Fandom: A Link Between Worlds
Pairing: Link/Ravio
Other tags: hurt/comfort, sickfic, pre-relationship
Wordcount: 1130
Home. It was right there.
Bruised and battered, Link stared up the final incline to his house. Even the large bunny-eared sign now adorning the roof didn’t change the sheer relief at having it finally in sight. Almost there. Just one last push to reach his front door.
Except his legs didn’t want to cooperate.
If only the sharp incline up to reach it, a hill he’d been merrily tromping up and down every single day of his life, didn’t seem so intimidatingly steep.
He’d used up every last potion and fairy in his push through the latest dungeon. It hadn’t been enough; somewhere along the line, whether from infection or some stress-induced illness, he’d started running the hot and cold flushes of a fever and his body just… couldn’t do it.
He’d been forced to retreat, avoiding monsters he’d usually engage with ease as he staggered home on legs that wanted to collapse out from under him. Stubbornness kept him moving, but he’d been forced to pause to deal with the magically generated “knight” that patrolled the road right in front of his house, and now he couldn’t quite get himself going again.
The world swam around him. The horizon seemed to rock back and forth on a dizzying axis. Cracked ribs ached terribly. The severe cut he’d taken to the thigh, before settled into a persistent background throb, screamed anew at the workout he’d just been forced to put it through. Sweat drenched the space between his shoulder blades; a slight breeze caught the damp and made him feel chilled to the bone.
The front door opened.
Ravio, poking his bunny-hooded head out to investigate now that the noise of combat had passed.
Shit. Link still had some items he hadn’t yet managed to buy outright. He wondered if he had enough rupees to rent them all again.
Should have focused more on buying things one at a time than gleefully renting Ravio’s entire stock at once.
“Mr Hero!”
Resigned to soon having a much lighter inventory, Link raised a weary hand in greeting only to have it caught, his arm swung across Ravio’s shoulders. Another slipped around Link’s waist. The support made him feel as though he was a puppet with all the strings cut. Feeling ten times heavier, he sagged.
Somehow, they got Link up the hill and inside. He wouldn’t have managed it without Ravio’s help. He was definitely going to have to pay for those rented items all over again. But at least he was safe.
He passed out the moment his head hit the pillow.
It didn’t even occur to him what that meant, that he felt safe enough around Ravio to trust him while unconscious. A far cry from their first meeting when he’d possibly, just a little, freaked out at a stranger’s presence in his house.
It took over a week for him to recover enough to be ready to set out again.
He rifled through his travel pack for his wallet, ready to count out rupees and figure out which items he needed most, only to blink dumbly at encountering one of said items instead of a half-empty bag. He pulled it out, staring at the little purple ears decorating the top.
Suspicious of a trap, he turned narrowed eyes in Ravio’s direction only to find that the merchant had turned his back and was now very visibly keeping himself very busy scrubbing already clean dishes.
“Ravio…?”
A shift of the hood, Ravio glancing back over his shoulder and then just as quickly turning away again.
“You made it home, Mr Hero! I didn’t need to send my dear Sheerow into danger to collect my property, so no charge!”
Still not quite willing to believe him, Link peered into his bag again.
Yep. All there.
Wait.
He’d used up all his potions. And yet red liquid-filled bottles glittered up at him. They were mixed in with the weapons instead of tucked away into the extra-enchanted pouch that further ensured they wouldn’t break.
Unfinished business itched at the back of his mind. He needed to get back to that dungeon, finish it and rescue whatever unfortunate soul waited, trapped inside a painting, on the opposite end.
Ravio still wasn’t looking at him.
Link wordlessly moved the replenished potions to their proper location. Sealed the pack. Put it on. Started to leave.
Paused, door open and foot on the front step.
Don’t say it. Just take the gift and go.
“...Why?” Link asked.
“Well, Mr Hero. You could say I’ve grown rather fond of you. Not very smart of me, to be sure. Bad for business, so don’t go telling anyone.”
Blinking, Link stared out his front door. The open road awaited, the skies blue and that annoying knight-construct once again patrolling the road right in front of his house.
Link closed the door. He watched Ravio’s shoulders sag.
The bunny hood jerked up at the sound of Link’s boots crossing the floor. Link scooped him up, wrapping him up in the biggest bear hug he could manage and lifting him straight off the floor.
Ravio squeaked. Link set him back down, but he didn’t let go.
“I’m fond of you too,” he said to the air over Ravio’s shoulder, feeling tentative hands coming up to clutch at him in return.
He felt Ravio shifting. Not to pull away, but making little half vocalized noises as if he was trying to speak but couldn’t come up with the words. Finally, even that stopped, Ravio slumping into the hug with a little sigh.
Link’s mind raced. Fond could mean any number of things. He thought he’d be happy with any of them, but some until-now unacknowledged part of him reared up, mentally demanding to know if it was the kind of fond that meant Ravio might be amenable to a kiss, and it wanted to try. Right now.
But duty pressed at Link’s mind. And what if he tried but the answer was no and then he had to leave…? No. No. Better to wait. Give them both some time. He could ask that question after finishing this temple.
With great reluctance, he dropped his arms.
“You’ll still be here when I get back?”
Ravio shook himself, reaching up under his hood to scrub at his unseen face. Was he wiping away tears? Having similar thoughts about things like kisses and trying to recenter himself? Link had never found the presence of that hood so inconvenient as he did now.
“Of course, Mr Hero!”
“...Good.”
Link turned towards the door with fresh determination. He might have unfinished business out there, but now he had unfinished business here, too, and he fully intended to get through this dungeon as quickly as possible so he could address it.
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Hello! I’m Key, and this is my commission sheet! All of the necessary information for commissioning me is here, and I’d appreciate it if you could take a look before shooting me a message! Here is my Ao3 For Reference!
GUIDELINES
Please read my Will Not Write section thoroughly. Just because something is on the list doesn’t mean that I dislike or don’t support it, but there are things on that list that I just don’t have enough interest in writing. That said, things on my Will Write list do not inherently mean that I support or like it.
Currently, the only fandom listed that I will write for is the Hellaverse (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss). This is because it is a hyperfixation for me and I am more capable of writing for them without issue.
I will allow up to three edits of less than 300 words before those incur a fee. If I interpreted your prompt wrong entirely, please let me know. If the confusion was on my part, no fee for a total rewrite will be incurred.
Please message me before filling out the form for a commission. I’d like to discuss particulars about certain topics and things and I’d like to approve the commission beforehand.
If given artistic freedom for a prompt, I will write how I naturally write the characters. I am willing to take direction for how you want characters to be written. I would prefer not to go against canon to the point of completely erasing a character’s identity. This does not count for certain kink scenarios (Bimbofication and other mind-altering things).
This is a proship and kink-friendly account. By proship, I mean that I will not harass others over their fictional tastes and I do not support harassing anyone for any reason. I will write things that will make you uncomfortable. I will write things that are dead dove: do not eat. I will write a whole host of things and if that upsets you, please find someone else to commission.
I predominantly write romance, smut, fluff, and angst, but can try my hand at other genres.
I do not mind aging characters up for smut, and I will write any manner of ship type from m/f, m/m/, f/f, to polyamory. Please keep in mind that a fee will incur for more than 4 characters in a ship per every 1k words. If your ship includes 6 people then I will require at least 1,500 words minimum to write them. Smut for that many will be over 2,000 words easily.
For prompts, I will accept up to five words, two sentences, or a small paragraph of what you would like for me to write. Prompt sheets are also okay to use! Please try to be as concise as possible.
I will not start your commission until the upfront $15 for the first 500 words is paid. Once that is paid, I will begin and you will only be charged for the rest once the fic is completely finished and edited. I tend to add 100+ words to things in the editing process, as a heads-up. Payment can be made via PayPal, Venmo, and CashApp.
Will Write List
Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Most Kinks (PLEASE ask if you’re unsure), Smut, Top/Bottom Dynamics, Omegaverse, AUs, Crossovers, Domestic Fluff, Violence, Age Gap Ships, Any Sexualities, Intersex Characters, Homophobia/Transphobia/Fantasy Racism/Racism (IF THE CONTENT IS RELEVANT TO THE CHARACTER), Your OCs, My OCs, OC-Centric Fics, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Angst, Headcanon-Based Things, Canon Compliant Fic, Canon Divergent Fic, Most Ships, Sickfics, Whump
Will Not Write List
Defecation of ANY KIND, tickling, gas, eye trauma, OCs without proper information for me to work from
Ships Most Likely To Write - Hellaverse
Adam/Lucifer
Adam/Lute
Alastor/Angel Dust
Alastor/Angel Dust/Valentino
Alastor/Valentino
Alastor/Vox/Angel Dust/Valentino
Alastor/Vox/Valentino
Alessio/Crimson
Beelzebub/Ozzie
Chaz/Barbie
Fizzarolli/Ozzie
Mammon/Ozzie
Striker/Andrealphus
Travis/Angel Dust
Valentino/Angel Dust
Velvette/Chaz
Velvette/Valentino
Vox/Valentino
Vox/Valentino/Angel Dust
Vox/Velvette
Vox/Velvette/Valentino
Zestial/Velvette
Ships I Will Not Write - Hellaverse
Alastor/Charlie
Alastor/Lucifer
Blitzø/Stolas
Blitzø/Verosika
Lute/Vaggie
Moxxie/Millie
Verosika/Barbie (MAY make an exception for this)
Fandoms I Will Write Crossovers With
Assassin's Creed
Catherine
Deadman Wonderland
Devil's Carnival
Dragon Age
The Evil Within
Fallout Universe
Final Fantasy VII
Final Fantasy X/X-2
Inception
Insidious
Invader Zim
IT
Jeepers Creepers
Kick-Ass
Kingdom Hearts
Krampus
Left 4 Dead
Lollipop Chainsaw
Mad Max
Nightmare On Elm Street
The Quarry
Portal
Saw
Silent Hill
South Park
Team Fortress 2
Until Dawn
Feel free to ask about other fandoms, as well!
Please reblog to spread the word!
#Fanfic Commissions#Fanfiction Commissions#Fic Commissions#Hazbin Hotel Fanfic#Helluva Boss Fanfic#Hellaverse Fanfic#Writing Commissions#Hazbin Hotel Fanfic Commissions#Hazbin Hotel Fic Commissions#Helluva Boss Fanfic Commissions#Helluva Boss Fic Commissions#Fanfiction#Fanfic#Fic
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The Master List of Master Lists
Hey there! So glad you decided to visit my blog! This pinned post will contain all the master lists of my projects I'm working on! Anything without an underline is a WIP/uncompleted project that's yet to be posted but hopefully I'll have more underlined projects as time progresses!
This is the link to the my fandoms I'm in and along with other details like whether requests are open or not! Now I'm more active in some fandoms than others but hopefully I'll be able to write whatever you wish (within reason) but I'll clearly state what you're allowed to request at the bottom of the post in case you're curious! ^^
MHA/BNHA
KiriBaku and/or BakuShima
The Wrong Bag
Don't Suffer Alone (TW: Sensitive topics)
Home For Christmas
A Warm Spring Day
Sick Of Your Face (Old)
ShinKami and/or KamiShin
I Fell For You
Other Master-lists
Masterpiece Master-list -- Ships so far are: Romantic!KRBK, (Queer)Platonic!KRBK, Platonic!BKDK,
Y/Ns Harem (Basically a bunch of CharacterxY/N and Y/N will be whatever YOU request, so yeah if you want the cringy 2016 orb Y/N or a normal human being Y/N, I gotchu)
(More ships yet to be added/requested)
SK8 The Infinity!
MatchaBlossom
Love Bites (Halloween)
(More ships yet to be added/requested)
Banana Fish
(More ships yet to be added/requested)
Death Note
(More ships yet to be added/requested)
Now I am a multi-shipper so I can probably do a lot of different ships but in case I'm not clear for what is and isn't allowed for what type of things I write, here are the guidelines below!
ALLOWED
Sickfics, gen fics, romantic fics, queer-platonic fics, NSFW references/hints, fluff, (heavy) angst, AUs, headcannons, Character x Y/N, prompts (but don't expect for all of them to be written -- I'm still in school and need to also balance a social life, haha!), polyamory, whump, DD;DNE.
If you're curious about if [x] thing is allowed and it isn't on here, feel free to ask!
NOT ALLOWED
R@pe, incest (looking at you MHA fandom), su!c!d3, NFSW/smut, MinorxAdult (Again...mostly looking at you MHA), graphic DD;DNE, abusive relationships, omega-verse, m-preg.
If you're curious about if [x] thing is not allowed and it isn't on here, feel free to ask!
#bnha#mha#my hero academia#boku no hero acedamia#kiribaku#shinkami#sk8 the infinity#sk8 anime#matchablossom#banana fish#🍌🐟#death note#masterlist#faq page#fanfiction#fanfic writers#ask me anything#fanfic masterlist#fanfic masterpost
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Hey! I probably should’ve said this on the archive, but I didn’t really think it through (as per usual)
Anyway, I’m in love with your fic! I was looking for something just like this (I think that’s a song somewhere ¯\_(ツ)_/) I mean I think I commented on one chapter saying how it was an extreme sick fic, but I don’t know anymore. I think I read it in like 2-4 days, but time gets away from me! I really liked the long chapters and how you wrote the characters! If I didn’t know any better, I’d think this was written by the people who made the game!
And if you felt like somebody was watching you (hey I think that’s another song), well, your blog, but I can’t be funny unless I’m deliberate; that person was probably me! I’ve been stalking your blog (that sounds creepy, sorry) like somebody you used to know (that’s another song. I need to stop)
I’m gonna stop before I get off track again. Anyway, what I was trying to say (that could have been a lot shorter) is that you are a fantastic writer and I look forward to the next chapter! Also, this better become a classic fic in this fandom like ATUS in the Hermitcraft fandom, because if not, I’m gonna take up the problem with the people in the castle on the hill. (Also, maybe a song) With the sheer amount of work you put into this, it deserves nothing less than that.
Again, sorry for my probably terrible grammar, it’s late and I’ve got Exams in the morning. So I’m gonna use that as an excuse and say I’m just trying to save my brainpower.
Also, I really wanted Kokichi to survive, so I really liked this! (It healed something in me). I should have typed that earlier, but why would I think something like that through?
Aaaa thank you SO MUCH!!! I'm so happy to hear that you've been enjoying Amalgamate (including its super long chapters lmao)!! I definitely remember the AO3 comment about Amalgamate being an "extreme sickfic" cuz where is the lie? XD I don't think I could've made those poor kids any sicker without just straight-up ending them XDDD /hj Although now I'm imagining Kokichi popping up outta nowhere and shouting, "Yeah, made us 'sick' as in 'awesome!'"
And hey, no worries about stalking any of my blogs, that's what they're there for ^^ I'm just glad you're enjoying all the content :D
As for whether or not Amalgamate is or will become a classic in the fandom, I have no clue, but I do know that as of right now, Amalgamate has the 4th most hits of any V3 fic on AO3, and it's also #7 in kudos, #3 in comments, and #4 in bookmarks. So that's pretty cool! :D
Also, I hope your exams went well!!!
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20 Questions for Fic Authors
Thank you so so much @silvercap for the tag!! I love these games :DD
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
I have 22 works on ao3!
2. What is your AO3 wordcount?
237,770 words and counting :))
3. What fandoms do you write for?
I have written for a few things over the past few years, but right now I am writing pretty exclusively for Resident Evil, though I do have a Call of Duty fic in progress that might see the light someday.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
(Im going to go with only Resident Evil ones because i said so)
1) what are you willing to sacrifice for peace? - my Vendetta fic! also the start of my connected chreon series
2) Please Don't Leave Me - a Leon sickfic I haven't gotten around to finishing yet lmaoooo (also part of the chreon series)
3) in my dreams, we're far away from here - part two of the chreon series, a 3+1 with carrying as the theme :))
4) When I need you, you're always there - another part of the chreon series, Leon has a nightmare
5) all it takes is a snap - my singular whumptober fic with hurt Leon haha (chreon ofc)
None of my newer fics are getting traction but thats okay! gonna enlighten as many people to the hurt Chris agenda
5. Do you respond to comments?
I try to! i sometimes am busy and forget to, but if i see one i usually comment back!
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
To be fair, I haven't killed anyone off yet. All my fics end happy because my poor heart can't take a bad ending.
7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
oooo, good question...either what are you willing to sacrifice for peace? or in my dreams, we're far away from here because of happy chreon :))
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I haven't yet, but I don't get too much engagement anyway. I don't think I have had the opportunity to get any. Haven't gotten any hate here either.
9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?
I do!! I used to not, but now that I kind of know how it's done, I've been experimenting and practicing. Most of my fics nowadays have sex scenes in them (or multiple) but i have written a pure smut fic.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?
I haven't! I'm not the biggest fan of crossovers and often avoid reading them because I'm not interested. Doesn't mean they're bad though. Just not my thing.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I hope not! Not that I'm aware of at least.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
I have not (though if you wanna, please ask! I'm very open to it)
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yes, I have! I am actually in a roleplay server and have a writing partner. We have been turning many an rp in a fic for you guys! Like I can't escape this now, unless you show me how (mine and @leon-thot-kennedy 's re 5 chreon au)
14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
CHREON!!! I have liked a lot of ships from other fandoms, but chreon is without a doubt my favorite Resident Evil ship as well as all around ship. Other ships are just fine but chreon is my OTP, the source of all happiness in my life.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Oh definitely Please Don't Leave Me. I have an outline and a plan and everything, just haven't had the juice to write hurt Leon nowadays. I hope to come back to it though!!!
16. What are your writing strengths?
I don't actually know haha. No one has told me anything, but I like to think I do suspense fairly well? Not as good as other people but I'm still learning! This year marks my fourth year of writing though so that's exciting :))
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Definitely balancing dialogue, action, and internal thoughts. I always have too much of one of those. Also I tend to reuse phrases or sentence structure and I need to learn to spice it up a little lmaoo
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I think writing dialogue in another language is perfectly fine. Especially if the character speaks another language. You just have to be aware that not everyone will understand what is being said. But if it's essential to the plot, saying that they said it in another language works too.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Star Trek (2009) or the reboot movies lmao. It's funny, I started out not shipping anyone, but then started to ship Jim and Bones. But then I watched the original series and shipped Spirk in the old series. So I actually think that this was my first foray into shipping men together. Haven't been the same since hehehehe.
I was into Star Trek for about a year and a half! longest to date and I would say it was my first true hyperfixation. Resident Evil is creeping up on length though haha.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
Favorite fic is hard but I actually REALLY like I can't escape this now, unless you show me how . It's my baby, my magnum opus. The best thing I have had a hand in creating (even if only half of it is mine). For fics that are purely mine, The Stars Were Out was the most fun to write with the forest and stuff. Was kind of experimental but it was fun to try and describe things a little better and draw out the scenes.
Tagging- @wisecrackingeric-2 , @spectralharvest , aaaaand i was going to tag more but I have suddenly forgotten every writer friend I know that hasn't already been tagged. If you see this, and wanna do it, go for it! <33333
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For Your Consideration
2023 year was my first year in the fandom (well, technically 2022 was my first year in the fandom and the year I made my Belle rp blog, but in terms of actually contributing something to the fandom 2023 was my first year).
I started it off with great ambitions regarding writing and gifing and editing. I ended up posting only a handful of gifsets, three ficlets, two of which I wrote for Rumbelle Showdown (shoutout to @jackabelle73 for hosting this wonderful event last year, by the way), and 0 fanvids/edits. I'm not particularly proud of it, and I really, really wanna make much more content this year. We'll see how it goes 😅
Anyway, I still decided to give participating in @the-chipped-cup-awards a try. It looked fun last year, when I was only a bystander.
So, without further rambling, I offer to your consideration what little I wrote and made in the year 2023.
Fanfics
Premonition - a ficlet written for the 1st Round of Rumbelle Showdown 2023, for the prompts ""; EF!Rumbelle hurt/comfort
Belle and Rumple are slowly growing closer as they spend evenings in each other's company in the Dark Castle.
Then, when one day Rumplestiltskin is called away for a deal in the middle of their conversation and doesn't return for an hour, Belle begins to worry.
Possible nominations: Best Comfort, Best One-Shot, Best Short Fic, Best Dark Castle, Best Drama, Best Trope (sickfic), Best English Language, Best Belle, Best Dark One Rumple
His ray of light - a ficlet written for the 2nd Round of Rumbelle Showdown 2023, for the prompts ""; human AU, major character injury, possible MCD
Alan Gold is in a happy, healthy relationship for the first time in what might be his whole life.
But when one day a figure from his past unexpectedly shows up at his beloved's doorstep, it might mean the end not only of his happiness, but life itself.
Possible nominations: Best Death, Best Hurts So Good, Best One Shot, Best Short Fic, Best Storybrooke, Best Drama, Best AU - Original, Best English Language, Best Mr Gold
Sacred promise - originally written as a starter for my rp partner, I also decided to post it as a ficlet; season 6 fix-it without all the breakup bullsh*t
Belle's and Rumple's baby boy has kicked for the first time.
Rumple has major feelings about it.
Possible nominations: Best Family, Best Fix-it, Best One Shot, Best Short Fic, Best Storybrooke, Best AU – Based on Once Upon A Time, Best Trope (kiss to the baby bump), Best English Language, Best Mr Gold
Gifsets
this "happy ending at the end of realms" set
Possible nominations: Best Fan Art, Best Graphic Art, Best Fluff Art, Best Use of Color
this "in my memory, it doesn't end..." set
Possible nominations: Best Fan Art, Best Graphic Set, Best Angsty Art, Best Fluffy Art
this silly little Woven Beauty set
Possible nominations: Best Fan Art, Best Graphic Set, Best AU in Art
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I couldn't resist writing some good, ole canonverse sickfic. It's really just a drabble, and definitely much more fluff than anything, but I hope y'all enjoy!
Fandom: Percy Jackson
Nico was sick. He had been for a few days now, and somehow Will still managed to look after him between infirmary duties and regular camp activities.
Will suspected it was the flu, after all, Nico had all the telltale symptoms. Despite what anyone else would have guessed, Nico was a pretty easy patient, though Will figured it was because Nico was just too sick to be stubborn or argue with him.
Nico stayed to himself in his cabin, which was exactly where Will found him when he popped in one more with a plate of breakfast.
"Good morning, star shine," Will sang as he made his way to Nico's bedside. "I know you're probably not hungry, but you know, food will help you get your strength back."
"Actually, I could go for a bite of toast this morning," Nico replied, taking the plate from him.
Will's eyes lit up, relief dropping his shoulders as a smile split his face. Easy patient or no, getting Nico to nibble on anything over the last few days had been like pulling teeth. Will understood his boyfriend hadn't had an appetite, but that didn't mean Will wasn't going to just let him starve himself either.
Will climbed into bed beside him, his thoughts drifting as he let Nico eat his breakfast in peace. Will had loaded the plate with toast, scrambled eggs, and fresh strawberries from the fields, not sure what, if anything, Nico would be willing to eat.
"Are you okay?" Nico asked suddenly, shattering the easy silence between them.
"What do you mean?"
Now, Nico seemed nervous. "I don't know," he mumbled, looking down at his plate, habitually twisting the skull ring on his finger. "You seem different today. You're quiet."
"Oh." A small smile graced his lips. "I'm all right. Sorry if I worried you."
Nico looked up at him then. "You look tired." To make his point, he reached over and cupped Will's chin, using his thumb to trace the bags under his boyfriend's eyes.
Will closed his eyes, relishing in the soft touch. "I guess I am a little tired," he admitted softly.
"Rest. Sleep here," Nico encouraged, and Will could have sworn he was whispering in his ear. "They can handle the infirmary without you for a while..."
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A while somehow turned into a few hours. Will hadn't realized just how exhausted he was until Nico coaxed him into laying down, and by then he was sure he was out before his head even hit the pillow.
A hand on his shoulder is what finally caused him to wake, the incessant and forceful shaking enough to rouse someone from the dead.
Will's eyelids fluttered open, though he immediately had to close them, groaning softly. Someone was standing before him, that much he had seen, but the room had seemed to swirl in a mixture of colors and patterns, enough to make him feel disoriented.
"Will!"
That definitely wasn't Nico's voice. He cracked his eyes open again, finding a much more stable environment. He was met with the stern gaze of a fiery redhead, her natural hair still green in places where the dye hadn't fully grown out yet. Her hands were on her hips, and if Will hadn't known any better, he might have suspected he'd done something to offend her.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, noticing his voice sounded a little gravelly.
"I could ask you the same thing," Kayla responded, though she sounded more annoyed than actually mad.
Will forced himself to the edge of the bed, dragging himself to an upright position, his legs dangling over the side.
"Ugh... Everything's spinning," he groaned, running a hand down his face.
"You've been overworking yourself again, haven't you?"
Will didn't answer her. She was probably right, in fact, Will was sure of it, but even after sleeping as long as he had, Will still felt completely drained of energy.
He felt the bed behind him shift. Then, there was a hand on his shoulder, and another one wrapped around to feel his forehead.
"You're running a fever." Nico.
"I don't feel so good..."
"We got that, doofus," Kayla said, and Will could just imagine her rolling her eyes.
"I feel bad," Nico said, and it took Will's sluggish brain to realize that Nico wasn't talking to him.
"Don't," Kayla replied. "This was bound to happen sometime, and if not this, then I'm sure he'd wind up catching something from someone else. At least now maybe you can convince him to rest."
"Shouldn't we at least let him sleep in his own cabin?"
"I think he'd prefer being with you, don't you think? Besides, we can try to confine the germs to one place. We don't need a flu epidemic right here at camp."
Will felt another hand on his face, the callused fingertips indicative of someone skilled in archery.
"I'll bring you guys some supplies from the infirmary," Kayla continued, before Will heard her retreating steps and the sound of a door closing.
Will felt warm breath and then Nico's chapped lips along the nape of his neck. It was enough to send a convulsive shiver down his spine. It was either that or the start of fever chills.
Nico chuckled. "Okay?" he asked. "You still with me?"
Will finally turned around to face him. Now they both had the telltale flush of fever on their cheeks, Will's eyes betraying the fatigue that came with the beginnings of illness.
"Sorry," he breathed, apologizing for being so spacey. "My head feels funny, like I'm floating."
Nico's face turned sympathetic. "It's really hitting you hard, huh?" He tucked a stray curl behind Will's ear, leaning in to kiss his exposed cheek. "Lay down with me."
Will obliged, moving slowly to accommodate the ache in his muscles. He snuggled right up to Nico, curling up like a cat.
"Do you need me to get you anything?" Nico asked, stroking back Will's hair.
"You really shouldn't be getting out of bed," Will countered.
Nico's next laugh morphed into a dry cough. "Neither should you, now. You need to rest."
Will hummed, still sleepy despite having slept practically the entire morning. "We're pathetic, aren't we?"
"No," Nico snorted, "we're sick. If that makes me pathetic, then at least I get to be pathetic with you."
Will craned his neck, looking up at his boyfriend with a grin on his tired face. "Has anyone ever told you you're a real sap when you're sick?"
Nico pinched Will's thigh. "Zip it, Solace," he said, obviously embarrassed rather than upset. "Just go to sleep already."
"Yes, sir."
It didn't take long for Will to drift off. Based on his experience with Nico over the last few days, Will knew what was in store for him when he woke up later. But if he had to be stuck in bed and sick, at least he knew he wasn't alone.
#illness#solangelo#percy jackson and the olympians#heroes of olympus#nico di angelo#will solace#my fiction
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If you’re still answering the fic asks:
14, 21, 33, 37.
If there’re any duplicates - feel free to sub something you wish you’d been asked 🌻
Thanks a lot for the ask @gulliblelemon! Some of these were quite hard, so took some time to figure out (and I 'unfortunately' had to reread all of Ex by @stretchoutfics to be able to answer the first question - what is a girl gonna do?? 🤷)
14. your choice of fanfic for each season
Spring: maybe Känsla by despassurlaneige? I think it is set during summer, actually, but it's all about new beginnings and new feelings, so it has that 'I just have to dance barefoot in the garden even though it's far too cold, because the snow is gone and the sun is warm and God! everything is just perfect' vibe, if you get what I mean.
Summer:. Matters of adjustment by @sflow-er is the summerest of all summer fics. And Ex by @stretchoutfics is a summer holiday fic that is just too extraordinary to forego.
Autumn: inte framför dina ögon utan, utan att du knappt ser det by graveyardorgarden is depressing and sad, and really nails that November feeling, just ten times worse. (TW: eating disorders. Thank god it has a sequence where they're doing better.) Heartily recommended anyway, for anyone who reads Swedish.
Winter: I already gave you all my Christmas favs, so maybe Put Me Back Together and Take My Heart by @notalotgoingonatthisinstant. A winter fic where Simon gets a head injury and Wille doesn't care what anyone says anymore. Lots of angst! (Or if it's more of a fluff day: will you hold me tight and not let go? by @toffeelemon. Valentine friends to lovers fic.)
Which is the fanfic with your favorite scene of this scenario ?
21. a dancing scene
Definitely Dancing through life by @pagegirlintraining, because I love it! (Haha, I use every opportunity to say so.) So many great dancing scenes, but their last routine is my favourite!
33. Henry and Walter favorite fanfic
I said I'd do a list, so here's your list 😌
Closure by @stretchoutfics. So sad. Post break-up story. Seriously so sad, but also sooo good.
You Have Reached the Voicemail Box of... Henry and Walter by @zee-has-commitment-issues (you should start from the first part of the series, though, you won't regret it). Has Walter seriously been dating Henry all this time, and not noticed?
Other people's secrets and Matters of adjustment by @sflow-er. Ace Henry friends to lovers fic. Henry is watching Wilmon being Wilmon through s1, while also having revelations about himself and his roommate. Must-read. (Matters of adjustment is the second part of the series.)
Last chance by @sflow-er. Also ace Henry friends to lovers fic/coming out fic. Super cute.
There Is No 'Without Me' by @verukamtl. Friends to lovers fic, with lots of pining. And I seem to remember a certain hickey in there 😳 I love this one!
oops, didn't see you there by Elisabeth13. Cute, funny sickfic where Walter hates germs and Henry catches a cold.
37. the trope you didn't expect to like
I think the YR fandom attracts writers that find nuance interesting. Which is to say that I have enjoyed some Wilmon superhero fics. I have never liked action movies or superhero stories much, because they often have very black and white perspectives. Either you are the hero, or you are the villain. But Wilmon superhero fics tend to add a lot of nuance to this picture. For instance:
Where we come from by This_time_its_just_me
what lies within by museraphoria
Falling in webs by Etvie
I'm still open for more asks, just know that if I need to find a lot of fics, the answers will be slow. Will get to it, though 💜 Or if you ever look for a fic rec later!
#yr fanfic asks#yr fanfic rec list#young royals#young royals fanfiction#young royals fanfic#wilmon fic
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Whump Fic Recs pt. 1 (& a brief love letter and tagging tutorial)
Ah, whump, my most beloved genre of fanfiction. What is whump? Whump refers to stories prominently featuring injury or sickness and/or the care and recovery thereof. This is most often in the hurt/comfort category or the hurt no comfort category. It is a wonderful opportunity to shake up dynamics and reveal hidden character depths in a high stress situation. What do you do when the strong one is hurt? How does that call into question your feelings towards them? How does that call into question their feelings towards themself and their role? Who will care for the one who always caretakes? It’s a great tonal shift too. Just *chef’s kiss*. Plus, you know what? It’s sometimes just fun to run your favorite characters through the plinko.
How do you tag whump and why should you? The tags on ao3 to use are”
“Whump” (not just “whumptober” or “whumptober 2022″ or other variations),
“hurt/comfort” or “hurt no comfort”
“angst”
“sickfic” if illness is the featured whump
“injury recovery” if such a thing is covered
“torture”, “car accidents”, “broken bones”, “blood and injury”, “blood and violence”, etc as relevant (start typing into the additional tags section to see what the common tag is to use.
“Character Name Whump” or “Hurt Character Name” if in a specific fandom whumping a specific character
all of the previous should be used in addition to the base whump tag.
if relevant, use the archive warning “graphic depictions of violence”
why tag? BECAUSE I WANNA READ IT AND FIND IT AND IT IS WOEFULLY UNDERTAGGED. It is also good to tag if someone wants to avoid it by excluding it from the search.
Alright. On to the recs. Multifandom including The Mechanisms, The Magnus Archives, King Falls AM, The Adventure Zone, Our Flag Means Death, The Murderbot Diaries, and Stargate SG-1. There will be more whump recs to come.
On Account Of The Jonny Doll by NammiKisulora
Fandom: The Mechanisms
Ah, NammiKisulora knows how to make these immortals hurt in such twisted and unique ways.
“Yeah. Get in, will you? I want to get going. Jonny keeps waking up. W-without skin.”
“Oh Yes! That Must Be On Account Of The Jonny Doll!”
Jonny is executed, which is a normal enough occurrence. It’s only afterwards things go wrong.
We Still Have the Radio - I. and We Still Have the Radio - II. by luckjustkissedyouhello
Fandom: King Falls AM
luckjustkissedyouhello writes some damn good, damn brutal whump!
The next thing he’s aware of is water against his face, wait no, all of him, where he lays on his left side. Water that is rapidly rising. He lays there dazed. Then a groan above his head has him jerking back into the moment, fear lancing through him, stealing his breath. Ben.
In which Ben and Sammy are in a car accident.
bleeding by Athina_Blaine
Fandom: The Magnus Archives
Martin goes and gets himself stabbed. It's inconvenient.
Re-Initialization by CompletelyDifferent
Fandom: The Murderbot Diaries
This Unit: Where is my owner, Dr. Mensah?
Dr. Yuen: Well, that’s the million dollar question, isn’t it? SecUnit, where did you last physically interact with Dr. Ayda Mensah?
Information Retrieval: Dr. Ayda Mensah last interacted with This Unit on Preservation Station at 08:27:22 on 4098-09-17 CRST.
This Unit: You do not have permission to access that information.
Dr. Yuen: You’re incorrect, SecUnit. We do. Answer the question.
(When the infamous rogue SecUnit of the Preservation Alliance gets captured, the corporate techs assigned to it expected to be able to get some juicy data, or at least some insights into its cracked governor module. They didn't expect something so... basic.)
trust me by gaysidecharacter
Fandom: The Adventure Zone: Balance
Everyone gets real sick and Lup is having a time.
Not an echo even by Hopeful_Foolx
Fandom: The Magnus Archives
They stop the Unknowing. There is an explosion. And trapped under rubble and panic, Jon wakes up. So does Tim.
Three prompts, one story. Starting with Day 4 - Running out of Time
Friends in Strange Places by beesandcats
Fandom: Our Flag Means Death
"Steel in your side for so long was a weird feeling, Stede decided.
It had actually been around hour six that he came to the conclusion, if anyone was keeping track. It had been around hour three, when he heard the snores from the other side of the deck, that he realized he should perhaps try to be friends with the steel in his side.
Obviously, they were not friends."
A missing scene from Season 1, Episode 6. Stede's been stabbed and stuck to a pole all night. He's gonna need some help when everyone wakes up for the day.
Things Stay the Same by teyla
Fandom: King Falls AM
During blizzard season, Ben and Sammy, each for their own reasons, make an unwise choice. The experience that ensues should be life changing—though is it?
In which there is a snowstorm, an accident, a soaked through jacket, and thoughts of revealing secrets.
Lifestock by NammiKisulora
Fandom: The Mechanisms
"Guys, you get what this means? It means fresh meat, every day for as long as we like."
"The fuck are you talking about?"
"Just sayin' we could leave his leg attached, tie him up, and bring him along. Carve off what we like at mealtimes instead. We dunno how long we've got to lie low for."
Tim is held captive for food after a battle.
Between A Rock And A Hard Place by Sam Walker
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
To save Daniel’s life, Jack has to do that hardest of all things: talk.
This fic is written from Jack's perspective. Daniel is involved in an accident off-world and the only thing Jack can do to help is talk to Daniel while everyone else works. I love this fic for the interaction between Jack and Daniel, and for the insights into Jack's motivations. Despite being mostly Jack and Daniel, you get a sense of camaraderie about SG1 and you can see just how much Jack cares about his team.
And if you read any of these, be sure to leave kind comments for the authors!
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