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is new love too good to be true love (even though it’s you, love) | aspen blackwood

series: @darkerthegods | bleak are the heavens, darker the gods

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t.j. hammond x johnny storm | fantastic four x political animals

pre-politicaltorch/politicaltorch | caos x tvd fusion | 🅼 | oneshot | playlist

tags: alternate universe - fusion au, creature feature, magic au, paranormal elements, small town au, southern gothic, urban fantasy, the doppelgänger-verse, politicaltorch, stormhammond

TJ weaved his arm with motions he was wholly familiar, his violin responded in kind with melodies that seemed to send his own thoughts into a daze. The intonations from his instrument of choice released music so sweet, he, himself, felt compelled mimic his own violin. - TJ Hammond’s eighteenth birthday was steadily approaching and his powers were manifesting. With his older brother guiding his steps, he should be just fine. Right?

written for be kind, rewind: make me (crack) ship it! hosted by @ficwip

read part 4 from the series: ao3 | sqwa

Written as the warm-up for @ficwip's Rain and Stars Writing Retreat.

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV: Shadowbringers Character(s): unnamed/generic Warrior of Darkness Theme: Thunder & Rainbows CW: None

side by side we face the night

Angert rocks forward on the balls of his feet but remains rooted to the spot. “But why come to me?” he makes himself ask, though he can’t think of anyone more suited to the task. Only he’s just as tied up in Medeal as Nikki is, spending the last few years infiltrating her organization and tracking her movements. “You are his most special person,” she says with such confident honesty that he can’t help the sudden laugh that escapes him. It’s really not that funny, but again there’s that selfish relief washing over him, renewing the surge of laughter. “And you figured that out on your own, Saintess?” She pouts, fists returning to her hips, and she tries to make herself look taller in the face of his amusement. “Yes! And it is obvious that you care about him as well, so I don’t know why you’re being difficult!”

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Written for @ficwip‘s Be Kind Rewind event!

Subevent: Fandom Smash-Up

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Project Hail Mary (2026), Iron Lung (2026) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung) & Ryland Grace Characters: The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung), Ryland Grace Additional Tags: Mentioned Rocky (Project Hail Mary), Mentioned Eva Stratt, Mentioned Ava (Iron Lung), The Convict | Simon Lives (Iron Lung), Amputee The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung), POV The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung), Mistaken Identity, Anger, Resentment, Getting to Know Each Other, Crack Treated Seriously, Star Trek References, it’s small but i’m tagging it because it’s important to me!!, The Convict | Simon Has Anger Issues (Iron Lung), lowkey kind of angsty, when the concept that sparked this was so silly… Summary:

“We never talked about how we both ended up on suicide missions,” Grace said suddenly.

Simon still wasn’t completely used to being able to trust the voices around him. He still flinched a bit when a voice cut through silence. His heart clenched and anxiety pulsed through him as he processed Grace’s words. There were things his saviors didn’t need to know about him. Things that would make them view him differently. Sure, he was innocent but anyone who didn’t want to be launched into space would say they were innocent. The near grimace was surely visible on his face, “Uh— no, we didn’t,” he managed, keeping his voice mostly steady.

“Touchy subject, I know,” Grace replied with a breathy sort of laugh.

Fandom: Project Hail Mary Author: Nicky Gabriel Characters: Grace, Rocky Theme: Rainbow Warnings: none? Event: @ficwip (50 words fic)

“What’s a rainbow, question?”

“You know how to make it complicated.” But Grace’s a teacher, right? “Imagine all sounds, arranged side by side in a perfect harmony.”

Rocky doesn’t just imagine, he demonstrates it flawlessly.

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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.

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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.)

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