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Masterpost for my works - which is mostly fanfiction, with one original short story that happens to be here. Since they are scattered on here and on ao3 it’s getting difficult to keep track so I thought I’d gather them all and add on as I write ( ◜◡‾)
Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun
warmth, ~1100 words, hananene, rated G, hurt/comfort, fluff, they are in love but they don’t really know yet, also Hanako needs to be protected
The sunset streams in through the window, paints the bathroom in watercolour golds and pinks and oranges, and it's breathtaking. It must be warm – the light tinges his hand red and nothing else, and he does not cast a shadow against the door even though he's standing right in front of it.
He doesn't exist. At least not in the actual sense of the word.
You shouldn't miss something you can't even remember, but Hanako does anyway.
now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white, ~6700 words, hananene, rated T, hanahaki disease, angst with a happy ending
(If you love someone in secret, or if your love is one-sided... sometimes, they say, if your bond is strong, your lungs will sprout flowers.
Aoi’s voice is clear as day in her memories, as is her mischievous grin while she tells her all about a curse, and about the way roots will pierce through your lungs and buds will crowd in your windpipe, like unspoken words of love do.)
It can’t be.
But the the petals mock her with their beauty - she holds them between her fingers, careful, and they’re soft and fragile and she doesn’t know how something so delicate could ever cause her so much pain.
She throws them away.
It can’t be. It will pass.
Hanako brings flowers in his name. It’s only fair he’d bring them in Yashiro’s heart, too.
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Assassination Classroom
the way you sing for me, ~1600 words, karunagi, rated E, aged up characters and light dom/sub
Karma has a problem. A really pretty, really loud problem.
(It isn’t, in fact, a problem he has. It’s a problem the neighbours have that he happens to be accountable for.)
Nagisa might be able to sneak up on Japan’s most feared assassins, but sure as hell he doesn’t make for a good neighbour.
Karma tries to help.
(More or less.)
The completely normal life of Karma Akabane, ~1200 words, karunagi, rated G, aged up characters and some fluff
Nagisa is a creature of habit - able to pull it off only because of the absolute surprise every day with him manages to be, with assassins still visiting them for dinner once a month and class reunions as often as they can. […]
Nagisa is set in his ways to the point that Karma knows from first-hand experience that very few things can stop him from starting to cook dinner at six o'clock.
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Bungou Stray Dogs
Quiet days, ~1700 words, dazushi, rated G, getting-together-fluff and kind of a slice-of-life
They don’t get many quiet days, at the Agency. There are jobs to do and people to help and things to arrange, and they’re desperately understaffed ever since he can remember. No one has time for things like quiet.
(Except sometimes they do.) […]
Life at the Armed Detective Agency is dangerous and chaotic. An hectic mess, except when it’s not.
in your ears, eyes, hands, ~2200 words, dazushi, rated E, light dom/sub and rope bondage
He can’t see.
The blindfold is securely tied over his eyes, plunging him in darkness he can’t breach with the tiger’s sight.
Not that he actually can use it, anyway, not when Dazai makes sure to always be touching him.
Sometimes, the tiger needs taming. Dazai is more than happy to provide an helping hand.
the mystery of love, ~1200 words, dazushi, rated G, everyone knows they’re dating except Atsushi
“Why does Dazai-san never come home for dinner?”, she asks, and he doesn’t really understand her point. Nor why she would ask in the first place - none of the others ever comes around for dinner, and she never seemed bothered by it.
“Neither does Kunikida, or Kenji, or Ranpo-san,” he says, trying to understand her reasons. She’s not fazed, taking another bite from the fish.
“But Kunikida-san or Kenji or Ranpo-san aren’t Dazai-san,” she replies, like it’s so completely obvious it’s not worth mentioning again.
during the storm, ~1200 words, dazushi, rated G, Dazai has nightmares even if he won’t admit it
He knows Dazai has a terrible bedhead in the mornings, he knows he likes to get up first and make breakfast for him and Kyouka even though he’s kind-of-probably still a guest, he knows he drinks definitely too much coffee, black and too strong for Atsushi to even tolerate its smell.
He knows what it feels like waking up next to someone and seeing their face still drowsy with sleep, he knows what it means to fall asleep to steady breathing close to him and an arm casually wrapped around his middle. He knows Dazai doesn’t sleep as much as he should, and he knows that he has nightmares on rainy nights.
He often has, but rainy nights are the worst. Atsushi is not about to ask why.
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Boku no hero academia
waiting for you to come home, ~1500, tododeku, rated G, aged up and married characters, some sweet thing about the everyday life of superheroes
It’s hard to be one of the top superheroes in a city as busy and villain-ridden as Musutafu. Sure, it’s not Tokyo, but that somehow only makes it worse. […]
It’s even harder to be married to one of the top superheroes in Musutafu. Or, in his case, to the top superhero of the city.
Being heroes isn’t easy. Being married heroes just about doubles the difficulty.
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Good Omens
oh, to be in love, ~400 combined, ineffable husbands, rated G, companion poems about love, fear, and patience
There are things
unsaid
unspeakable
in the curve of his smile.
-
Honey fills your mouth
hearing his name,
as you pretend
it is not spoken
with hatred.
you can also find poem for the pining here and poem for the prisoner here
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Hakata Tonkotsu Ramens
of courtains and betrayals, ~1000, banlin, rated G, prompt filling with everyday fluff and bickering idiots
Hitmen never die pretty deaths. Apparently, his not only won’t be pretty, but painful too. An extremely painful suicide. And all because he couldn’t tell the fundamental difference between forest green and peacock green. Or keep his mouth shut, for all that matters.
Poetic.
The Great Plan to Take Lin Xiaoming To The Gay Pride, ~1300, banlin, rated G, Lin has never heard of Pride and Banba makes sure to change that
There are things that everyone should do at least once before dying. And seen as likely as it is for a hitman to die any given day, before dying implies well before being twenty-one.
Those things include marching in a Pride - hell, knowing what a Pride is, in the first place.
It takes a while to explain it to him, and even when Banba manages, Lin doesn’t seem so enthusiastic.
Banba isn’t sure if it’s because he hates people or because he doesn’t believe him.
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Haikyuu!!
to think of time, ~6700 words, daisuga, rated T, Major Character Death (for in-verse situation), a Kimi no na wa daisuga au
It feels like falling.
Falling in a life that isn’t his own, he sees colours and shapes exploding in all the corners of is mind, filling him to the brink with love for someone he doesn’t know.
(For him.)
[…]
He sees dancing and sunlight, and broken smiles smiled in a mirror – and he feels so full of life he could burst, and he has no idea how all this can be only half of him.
(He thinks that if he was ever to see him whole, Suga could blind him for good.)
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Shingeki no Kyojin
unfolded in brilliant lights, ~4300 words, eruri, rated E, dom/sub play, multiple orgasms and sub!Erwin
He doesn’t say anything. They look at each other, instead, for a long moment filled with silence. Levi’s gaze is heavy, meaningful. Assessing him, too.
It makes him restless, already helplessly pinned under it before Levi even talks. The alcohol is a faraway thought in the back of his mind, almost forgotten. He needs this, now.
(It had started because he needed it. […]
Sometimes, it’s just easier to let Levi take charge.
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Yuuri!!! on Ice
tip of my tongue, ~3400 words, fem!victuuri, rated E, a birthday smut for Victor with face-sitting and happy lesbians in general
«Vika?»
«Mh?»
«Vika.»
«Mmh?»
«What do you want for your birthday?»
«You сидишь на my face.»
«What?»
«Don’t know the thing. Verb. Like on a chair.»
«To sit?»
«Да, that. Sit. On my face. Now sleep, ’s so late.»
Viktoriya’s birthday is in two weeks, and Yuuri has absolutely no idea what to get her. Luckily, she’s not as hard to please as one would think.
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Original writing
blood and roses (or caffeine challenge #26), ~1000 words, rated G, femslash, it involves supernatural girlfriends and some subtle pining mostly
«I saw you in a painting, once. You looked younger.» Serena would laugh, at that, if it was appropriate. She stops before going through with it, the girl’s eyes flashing deep black in her mind. Maybe she can get a little afraid, sometimes.
i figure i should throw out there a full list of all my blogs i’m attempting to be at least somewhat active on this summer. always subject to change.
HIGH ACTIVITY - updates every day (or every other day)
@bonepranks - sans [undertale], with guest muse papyrus
@spknbrkn - beetlejuice [beetlejuice (....beetlejuice?)]
MEDIUM ACTIVITY - updates a few times a week
@peripathetiic - tyrone [gravity falls]
@voidhanded - gaster [undertale] (sideblog to bonepranks)
LOW ACTIVITY - updates once a week-ish or less
@royalsguarded - undyne, asgore, snowdin canine unit [undertale multimuse]
@procycn - rocket [marvel]
@crowsought - crow [oc] (sideblog to spknbrkn)
@ofgoodconscience - jean-luc picard [star trek tng]
