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lost on how to stay with you

by: karasunonolibero

Rating: M

Pairing: Levi x Furlan

Fandom: Attack on Titan

Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Pre-No Regrets, Loss of Virginity, First Time, Friends With Benefits, Implied/Referenced Prostitution, Ambiguous/Open Ending

Levi went into this already wanting to get it over with. One romp, just to get rid of his pesky virginity so it can’t be sold to a stranger. Instead, he clings to Furlan’s shoulders, nails digging into his back, and tells him, fucking pleads with him—don’t stop. ~ or: Levi asks Furlan to have sex with him, just once, but as it usually does, "just once" turns into something much more.

Written for @ficwip‘s Be Kind Rewind event!

Subevent: Fandom Smash-Up

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Project Hail Mary (2026), The Fall Guy (2024) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ryland Grace & Colt Seavers, Jody Moreno/Colt Seavers Characters: Colt Seavers, Jody Moreno Additional Tags: Ryland Grace and Colt Seavers Are Twins, Colt Seavers Needs a Hug, Angst, Loss, Post-Hail Mary Launch (Project Hail Mary), Grief/Mourning, On Set, Mental Breakdown, Glasses, Little bit of hurt/comfort, POV Colt Seavers, Alternate Universe Summary:

There was no equivalent to losing a twin. No equivalent to knowing the one person who had always been there no longer was. To looking in the mirror and knowing that face was no longer shared with anyone.

He’d often heard people speaking of a fear of forgetting the face of a loved one they’d lost. Colt fucking wished he could.

Written for @ficwip‘s Be Kind Rewind event!

Subevent: Tiny Ship Fleet

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek, Star Trek: The Original Series (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Saavik/Gillian Taylor Characters: Saavik (Star Trek), Gillian Taylor Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Saavik is a Captain (Star Trek), Starship Titan (Star Trek), Title From a Hadestown Song, Nervousness, Neck Kissing, Comfort, Forehead Kisses, Cheek Kisses, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, that’s all this really is, Canon Compliant, technically bc we never find out what happens to these two past tvh, Early Mornings, Pet Names, James T. Kirk and Spock are Saavik’s Parents, Banter, Vulcan Bond (Star Trek) Series: Part 1 of Titan Summary:

“I am Captain Saavik of the Starship Titan,” she whispered, looking her reflection in the eye. The words still felt foreign on her tongue. It was only logical, she had yet to say them in any official capacity— they would be words she’d say often soon enough.

“Hey there, Captain.”

She turned to see Gillian leaned against the door frame, attempting to hold back a soft smile. She was still in her pajamas, her favorite fluffy pink robe tied over top. Her hair was messy from sleep, sticking up at odd angles. It was a sight she would never tire of.

“Hello, ashayam,” Saavik greeted. “I did not mean to wake you.”

clean it up!

by: karasunonolibero

Rating: G

Pairing: Gen

Fandoms: Haikyuu, Attack on Titan, The Way of the Househusband, Black Butler, Hazbin Hotel

Additional Tags: Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Crack Treated Seriously, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

January is a combination of all of Sakusa's least favorite things: cold and flu season, cold weather season, the dismally depressing time of year in between major holidays and festivals, and has he mentioned that it’s cold and flu season? He happens to be rooming with Hinata when they’re in Fukuoka and the disease strikes. He feels like the last one standing. Like the sole remaining human who hasn’t been infected with a zombie virus, the final girl in a horror movie. So he does what any sensible final girl does—leaves his teammates to suffer in their germy hotel rooms, ignores their requests for him to bring them various soups and other feel-better foods, triple-masks, and heads to the nearest MallMart. ~ or, Sakusa Kiyoomi's routine trip to the cleaning aisle gets real weird, real fast.

a mort, a mort, amore

“We are both ghosts, in our own way,” Verso whispers, breathing steadily in and out and feeling the fabric of the world breathe with him. The ghost sneers in answer. Verso wishes that if the ghost wants something from him, that he would just get the haunting over with. “What would you have me do, if you were in my place?” Die, he imagines the ghost saying, though his lips don’t move. It is the answer that Verso yearns for more than anything.

[[Read on AO3]]

Fandom: Trap House (2025) Ship: Andre 'Wash' Washburn/ Benito Cabrera Rating: Mature Summary: Andre Washburn is a DEA Agent tasked with infiltrating the operations of notorious Mexican drug kingpin, Benito Cabrera. Only problem is once, he's in, he starts falling for the man. Written for @ficwip's Be kind, rewind Sub-event: Tiny-ship fleet fest. Here's a snippet: Forecast today said 107 degrees, in the shade, El Paso was definitely not a haven in the summertime. Texas didn't play when it came to heat making today a long one especially if Benito's man didn't show on time.

Before long a van pulled up, a middle-aged man emerged from the driver's side and greeted Wash. "Ignacio, you're the guy that other crew promised?"

"Not much of a crew left, guy ratted our boss out and are being fitted for orange jumpsuits as we speak."

"Shit. While that's unfortunate, at least not for you it seems."

Wash shrugged. "I kept my mouth shut; cops weren't interested in a part timer anyway. I work at a local Office Depot by day."

we collect mistakes

"You didn't do anything wrong." "No, Raz, I didn't do anything, and that's the problem. I… I—!" Cicero stops mid-stride, digging his hands into his hair and tugging at the roots. "I allowed this to happen because I didn't stop him. I gave him access to the Hall of Bearings, I didn’t tell anyone when he started siphoning the Mascherines, I couldn’t even— I couldn’t…" Razitof steps in to close the distance, grabbing Cicero's shoulder before he can resume pacing or succumb to something more self destructive. "You are not responsible for your brother's actions." He winces as the words leave his mouth, realizing the thin layer of irony in saying this, but thankfully Cicero doesn’t call him out on it. (Razitof and Cicero say goodbye.)

[[Read on AO3]]

He’s Got the Devil in His Heart

Hey look! I wrote a demon!Bucky Stucky AU! And I drew our boy while I was at it too (attempting to learn how to draw on my tablet and making all my friends listen to me complain about it).

ANYWAYS I think it all turned out fun/cool and if you think some cozy demon filth sounds like a good time then you are in the right place.

Word Count: 4k Rating: Explicit Relationship: Stucky Summary: When Bucky first appeared home - materializing in Steve's Brooklyn apartment - it was terrifying, his head almost touching the ceiling, tail swishing in agitation. But even with all that red skin it was still Bucky. And well… turns out Steve can take a lot of Bucky. If he's properly motivated.

The fic is being submitted to @ficwip’s be kind, rewind - Dark & Cozy mini event!

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This is a fic I've been sitting on for a long time (think like... over two years now, basically since I got into the fandom) and finally, finally it's seeing the light of day! The Alone mission is what really sold me on Ghoap, and since that first playthrough... I really wanted to know what was going on in Soap's head.

Or, better yet, inside his journal. I love the widespread headcanon that he keeps a journal in this reboot series, especially because the original series placed such a massive emphasis on it. (The image itself is actually a page from Soap's Journal!!)

As always, massive MASSIVE thank yous to the masterminds behind @ficwip for putting on the "be kind, rewind" event and giving me the fuel I needed to finally finish this damn thing despite myself (and everyone else who ever doubted that a fic like this would be good), as well as my lovely companions in the Erotica Abyss for being the loveliest cheerleaders a writer could ask for. If you're looking for writing communities that actually give a fuck about you as a person and a writer, I cannot recommend those two enough!

You can read the full fic on Ao3, but I'll be nice and give you a little tidbit here...

Soap sank onto the rickety cot with a groan he didn't bother to suppress. Now that he could finally fucking breathe—now that he was warm and dry and somehow still in one piece—nothing stood between him and the adrenaline dump waiting to crash over him like the floodwaters that had tossed him about like a ragdoll only a couple hours ago.

His hands still shook. What had started as a tremor at first had intensified, growing and ballooning until he had to press them flat against his thighs just to make them stop.

Christ.

He'd almost fucking died. And yeah, he'd come close to death plenty of times before—being part of a spec ops unit would do that—but this… god. God. For a moment, he couldn't breathe, like he was still in that tunnel, Shadows still firing at him from all sides as he fought to stay afloat and alive—

Fandom: Daredevil Born Again (2025-present), Daredevil( 2015-2019)

Ship(s): Benjamin 'Dex' Poindexter/ Ray Nadeem (past), Benjamin 'Dex' Poindexter/ Buck Cashman (present).

Rating: Mature

Written for @ficwip's be kind, rewind

sub-event: Dark and Cozy

Summary: Ray Nadeem is love of Dex's life but by the time he realizes that he'd been sent to kill his partner by Wilson Fisk. Manipulated, and torn by loyalty to the mob-boss or Ray, Dex makes a decision. He doesn't take the shot, but someone else does. Fast forward, two years later and Dex has moved on only to still be haunted by Ray's ghost.

Snippet;

All local cops hated Feds so naturally Dex found his way onto their hit list. He'd leveled down on the career laddter as he sat in a drab cubicle reminding him of the menial job he held at the hotline.

"Almost done those reports, Poindexter," Mahoney asked, hands around a late afternoon coffee.

"Yes, Sergeant, been workin' hard," Dex replied, gesturing to a completed pile.

Mahoney nodded. "Good, cause you got Mayor duty. Fisk's appearing at a local school today."

"Seems Ironic, me protecting the man who ruined my FBI career," Dex replied.

"Your not the only one who's career Fisk ruined, half my department went to prison," Mahoney gestured to the empty desks. "So the FBI kicking you tot he curb, was my gain."

OH HEY I wrote a fic for The Pitt! It is such a rare pair I am just one of two fics for this ship wooooow you guys get on my level.

I'll be back to my regular stucky posting next, but big thanks to @ficwip for hosting - this was for their "be kind, rewind - Tiny Ship Fleet Fest" event!

What You'll Give Me

phoenix taming 🤍 ruyi dan, bihua x danzhu fluff, 2.3k

A lazy morning in the Earth God Temple. A little post-canon domestic bliss written for @ficwip's Rise of the Dead Fandoms

Something about Bess's history with Stephen and Sophie's stories about being a young grifter in London sparked in my brain, and I started to ask some new questions. What if Sophie visited London after she and Nate retired? What if she met a new young grifter while she was there, the same age she had been when she started out? What if that young grifter made it out of that life and traveled across an ocean, searching for the family she never had?

My attempt to answer those questions resulted in a Nancy Drew x Leverage crossover set during The Quest for the Spider Sapphire

Written for the @ficwip rewind event