#200 fics

207 fics in 108 fandoms!

As of the creation of this post-- Batman is taking the lead with 22 works. The Marvel Cinematic Universe is close behind with 19. But the variety is amazing! From 9-1-1 (TV) and Alan Wake (video Game) to The Witcher (TV) and Yandere Simulator (Video Game)!

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The Cobra Kai (Web Series) 197

The Karate Kid (Movies) 198 are about to reach 200 fics in Archive Of Our Own! This is an OUTSTANDING achievement for writers in our fandom!!

Artists your challenge: Please create banners and/or moodboards for the celebration by Saturday, June 8 and post them here on Saturday as celebration and appreciation for our writers who keep bringing the GOOD STUFF!!

The banners can be about anything!! Fave characters in stories, fave stories, fave moments, the art is YOURS to create! All banners MUST have 200 in them in some kind of way for future reference and when complete...we will showcase in the Fanart Gallery!!

This is going to be a GREAT WAY to celebrate reaching 200 fics!! WOO HOO 🎉🎉🎉

Let us know below if you have any questions, comments or concerns!! You don't have to be an expert banner maker to have FUN with this challenge! Just a way to SHOW appreciation for the LOVE of our Fandom💛

Edit: WRITERS!! Give us a couple more fics to make it OFFICIAL by Saturday 🌟🌟🌟!!

Requested by @inktail, “Gladio/Prompto/Ignis with terrible pick-up lines”, so I scrolled the Internet to find the best worst ones. Enjoy!

The hotel room was silent, everyone too tired to talk. Gladio and Prompto were snuggled on one bed, Gladio with a book, Prompto with his phone; Ignis was sitting on the ground and going through his recipe notebook, and Noctis was reading the tourist guide he had found in the bedside table of the other bed.

And suddenly, Prompto burst out laughing.

Gladio gave him a look.

“Dude,” he said when he could breathe again, and he had a smile that promised wonders, “what’s your favorite silverware? ‘Cause I like to spoon!”

Gladio groaned and Noctis raised his head up in disgust. Prompto laughed harder

“You’re really bad at this, darling. Watch this. Iggy?”

Ignis rolled his eyes but deigned looking up at Gladio.

“Are you a musician vampire? ‘Cause my organ’s filling up for you.”

“Dude!” Prompto was crying with laughter. “Gross! Where did you even find this one?”

“Really?” Noctis sighed. “This is why you guys couldn’t find other boyfriends than each other.”

“If you allow me,” Ignis scratched his throat, and gave Gladio the most terrible bedroom eyes. “I’d rip out both my eyes just so you have more holes to screw me in.”

@inktail requested “Gladio scooping Prompto off his feet whenever possible, because he squeals and it's hilarious but maybe it also makes him easier to kiss” and I made two different things because I loved it

At first it was because Prompto was always complaining, but then it had become sort of a game between them. It was now because of the way Prompto shimmied in his arms when Gladio commented on how light he was, because of the surprised screams he let out everytime Gladio grabbed him by the ribs, because of the small hands finding Gladio’s neck and holding onto it. Gladio didn’t even wait for Prompto to complain anymore, only for the right opportunity.

Like for example a wide space before them, the promise of a long walk in the grass, Prompto’s eyes lighting up as he looked at the blue sky – just distracted enough not to notice that Gladio was slowing down and separating himself from the rest of the group. Then he trotted back towards him and, in one swift movement, removed his body from the ground.

Prompto screamed. Noctis jumped and looked at them in surprise. Ignis shook his head. Prompto landed princess-like in Gladio’s arms, instantly catching his neck to keep himself from falling, and only when Gladio started running, did he realize where he was and laughed.

“Alright dude, if you could just carry me all the way…”

There was something extremely gratifying to see the young boy try to make himself taller whenever he stood face to face with Gladio. Gladio wasn’t sure he was doing it on purpose, wasn’t sure he realized; but everytime Prompto looked at him, he automatically corrected his posture and raised his chin a little. He was the only one to do that. Noctis, for all their friendly competitive banter, never really tried to impress him, and Ignis was Ignis. And Prompto knew that Gladio loved his height, loved to spoon his small frame or sit him on his knee, but apparently he couldn't help it. He squared his shoulders, bombed his chest. It was adorable. 

“Gladio? Are you listening to me or what?”

Grinning proudly, Gladio slid his arms around Prompto's waist and effortlessly pulled him off the ground. Prompto squealed and closed his eyes shut as if he was going to hit something. For all the times he tried to make himself bigger, his instinctive reaction to fear was still to shrink, to disappear, and his small hands gripped at Gladio's shoulders for balance and reassurance.

Gladio laughed and kissed him. Prompto instantly calmed down.

More cuddle piles, this time with the chocobros and luna that I wrote after talking to @ham-for-ham-sandwich + a... thing I wanted to write bc I have a terrible sense of humour.

That tent started being a little small for five people but they did not have enough money for two bedrooms these days, nor the energy to sit back into the car. Prompto was the first to scramble inside and let himself fall on his back in the middle of the tent, immediately followed by Luna, who crashed upon him and sighed of contentment into his neck.

“Dude,” he whined, “you shouldn’t do that, I stink so much...”

“Don’t care,” Luna mumbled, “I’m so tired… how does Gladio fight with a greatsword every day… my arms are going to fall off...”

“He gives good massages,” Ignis informed, entering the tent after them but sitting in a corner while he took off his vest and shirt.

“I called dibs on that already,” Noctis answered, sliding himself next to Prompto. “Sorry babe.”

“I hate you a little bit,” Luna answered, but she held her arm for him to grab her hand and gently rub her skin, and she smiled.

“Who asked for massages?” Gladio entered the tent last, sat next to Ignis and grabbed Noctis by the waist to settle him on his legs. “Everyone’s getting massages, but I’m getting paid in kisses.”

Tongue on fire, Luna downed the plastic cup of water before her and immediately let out a small burp. Prompto laughed as she covered her mouth in embarrassment.

“Oh gods,” she whispered. “I'm so sorry. I drank too fast.”

Ignis offered an amused smile.

“Too spicy for you?” He handed her a slice of bread. “Eat this, it'll calm you better than drinking.”

“Thank you. I’m truly sorry, I…”

As she was taking it, Noctis let out a burp of his own and Ignis immediately turned to him, brows furrowed.

“Noct!”

“What? Solidarity,” he said with a shrug and a smirk.

“This is not…”

Ignis got cut out by Gladio, who burped so loud they all let out disgusted noises.

“Dude!” Noctis complained. “That was just too much.”

“Yeah, now our charming princess can stop feeling bad,” Gladio said, looking rather proud of himself.

“I am so sorry,” Ignis said, shaking his head. “They usually behave much better than…”

Again, he was interrupted mid-sentence but by Prompto this time, who put them all to shame with a sound so loud even the chocobos turned their head in curiosity.

Ok so I’m pretty sure the prompt “Ravus wearing Iggy’s glasses, it fixes his permanent scowl immediately” comes from one of @chocobro-hijinks‘s posts but I can’t find it again??? anyway I wrote this.

Also happens in the same universe as this fic if you’re wondering

They politely left the room but the second they were outside Ignis let out: “This is a problem with your attitude”, and Ravus rolled his eyes.

“This is a problem with your phantasmagoric requirements, Scientia. Nobody with an ounce of common sense would approve of…”

“It doesn't matter. We are supposed to show a united front if we want to have the slightest chance to…”

“Have I said anything against your demands, no matter how irrational they are?”

“No, but you spend your time frowning at everyone as if you would rather be anywhere else…”

“I would rather be anywhere else. We're up at the crack of dawn; I am tired, reading these reports gives me a headache...”

“So you admit that you are making no efforts to look like you actually support me.”

“I make huge efforts to not punch you in the face and break your stupid glasses.”

In a childish attempt to get another reaction out of Ignis than a scolding voice, Ravus grabbed his glasses and put them on his nose instead, and… immediately stopped frowning.

Wait.

“Ravus?”

He turned his head to Ignis, who was squinting at him.

some more gladnis for @voxiferous who suggested: “soulmate au where what you write appears on your soulmate’s skin. ignis secretly has gladio’s tattoos (this was consensual)”. So I wrote that and then I wrote some ac festival angst about it because I’m that person.

Most people did not question Ignis’s modesty. He wore shirts with long sleeves in the middle of summer, and no one asked - this was just part of the character, along with the glasses and the attitude. He was never seen training with other people, but this also seemed normal - how would a man like him fit into the kind of heated atmosphere of the locker room?

All in one, no one had ever seen Ignis’s bare arms - and no one guessed that it was perfectly calculated.

In the intimacy of his bedroom, Gladio was almost reverent in the way he slid the suspenders down his arms and unbuttoned the shirt. Delicate in how he revealed the skin, pale and smooth compared to his own brown, calloused hands. And his fingers followed the dark lines of feathers on his arms, on his chest, in his back... while Ignis did the same on him. Their own promise of forever.

No one questioned Gladiolus's complete lack of decency. Mostly they were distracted by the gigantic tattoo covering his body - how long it took, how much it hurt... and every time someone asked, Ignis just smiled, and straightened his collar.

Sitting on the bed, Ignis looked at the fabric as if it had personally offended him.

He knew he theoretically could not avoid this situation forever - but it was one thing to theoretically think about it and another to face the fact now. It was too soon, too much of a surprise. He wasn’t ready.

Gladio’s steps were heavy on the hotel room’s floor. He had changed, Ignis could see the fabric of the costume without looking up.

“If you don't want to, I can make up an excuse…” he said softly.

“Prompto and Noctis will know you're lying,” Ignis aswered. “No, I… I will do it. We can't keep it from them forever, right?”

It wasn't even fear, not the fear of revealing to the world that Gladio was his soulmate, at least. He was pretty sure most people could guess already. But to let them know how far he was willing to go for his soulmate… this was worse than going out naked. It was like baring his soul to the world.

With a sigh, he stood up and undid the buttons of his shirt.