→ genre: lifeguard!au, surfer!au kinda??, fLuffiest fluff in the entire world, like 1% nsfw and 0.5% angst, a lot of sunscreen, jungkook wears tiny red shorts in this, juice boxes and animal crackers
→ wordcount: 12.6k ish this is a baby fic
→ notes: this was requested a while agO but now that it’s kind of the end of summer i thought i’d post it now!! anyways i want jungkook to give me CPR so i’m going to go and drown myself real quick brb
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there are days where you wish you weren’t friends with taehyung
because he’s energetic literally aLL day everyday
and you are the complete opposite
you are dead most days and only alive when you need to be alive
so when taehyung texts you one day demanding you to change into your bathing suit and pack a bag because he’s taking you to the beach on what is probably the hottEST day of the year
one of them watching the other one spar and getting jealous!!
Shiro’s curled over him, and Keith doesn’t bother hiding any of the sounds that gets drawn out of him. Shiro thrusts into him so hard that their mattress underneath creaks and strains and doesn’t sound like it’s going to hold up for long. Keith hiccups and lets out whine after cry after whine, voice wet and broken and only able to say Shiro’s name.
He can feel Shiro, thick and heavy and hard, powerful like he’s trying to reach the back of Keith’s throat. Keith wonders how he can trap the moment and keep it forever. Shiro shows no signs of letting up, and Keith wonders what’s gotten into him.
Or maybe Keith does know. He just likes to pretend he doesn’t, because if he acts ignorant, Shiro’s going to pin his head to the mattress and really make his point.
Shiro spent an afternoon watching Keith train with the Blades.There’s one in particular, a new recruit who’s on the smaller side. Who’s on the cockier side. Who’s got a wife they love dearly who’s been part of the Blades longer than they have. Shiro didn’t know (and still doesn’t know) the last bit when he saw the recruit slam Keith down on the training deck, then run their mouth about how good Keith’s getting for someone his size.
Keith knows Shiro is secure, trusts Keith. Keith trusts Shiro. Keith also knows that Shiro’s favourite activity is pinning Keith between his thighs and teasing him about not yielding when he should, tease him about being too showy with his kicks while sparring. Watching someone else do it gave Shiro a tight smile that didn’t leave until Shiro dragged him by the elbow after showers and shoved him onto the bed so hard that he bounced.
Shiro stops momentarily, and leans back onto his haunches. He angles Keith upwards more, and when he scrapes along the inside of Keith again, Keith’s eyes roll to the back of his head.
“More, baby?” Shiro huffs out and the thought that there’s still more for Shiro to give him is almost enough for Keith to come completely untouched.
Keith barely manages to gasp out his approval before he feels a large hand pushing his head into the mattress. He has to angle to breathe properly, and the corners of his mouth grow wet. He thinks he begs something incoherent that Shiro manages to decipher, because the way Shiro proceeds to fuck into Keith is possessive, demanding, an eager answer to a demanding question.
Shiro swears he’s not jealous, that he knows their love and faithfulness is mutual. But this– Keith does not mind this.
If there was one thing that was really confusing Shorter, it was Ash and Eiji’s relationship.
It wasn’t unhealthy, per say, it was just unusual. The fact that it was unusual was because they had met only a month ago and Ash was closer with him than he was with Shorter and they’d known each other for years (not that he was jealous or anything). One would almost think that Ash was the older of the two (he often blamed it on Eiji’s puppy eyes and round cheeks) but then Eiji would do something extremely adult-like and completely throw him off.
Currently, Eiji and Ash were talking, not exactly as quiet as they thought.
Eiji was probably one of the few people who he allowed to touch him, especially on the shoulders and his knee. Currently, Ash was splayed out over the couch with Eiji laying his head on Ash’s lap from his spot on the floor, curled against the couch. The blond absentmindedly ran a hand through the soft, black locks and spoke to him about something or another, most pertaining to fate and despite the lack of the smell of weed or alcohol, he wondered how inebriated Ash was to talk about something so deep in the most unperturbed manner.
Shorter watched from where he was on the loveseat which was adjacent to the couch, eyes not visible through the tint of the shades and he then realized how soft Ash looked in that moment, how relaxed. He wasn’t constantly looking around, waiting for a threat to pop up. Eiji by comparison was easing his head closer to Ash, now resting it on his stomach and facing him with a sort of emotion in his eyes that he only saw with couples that had been together for years and were still star struck every time they saw one another.
It was oddly domestic, and Ash Lynx the wild card was never domestic. Eiji seemed to bring that side out though. The light of the window streamed in and filtered through the window, it looked almost storybook.
Ash with soft edges and Eiji, looking at Ash with love in his eyes and an expression of pure adoration on his face.
Shorter smiled to himself and looked down at his phone.
How cute, he thought, that Ash can finally find something to love and fight for other than revenge.
“If it wasn’t for the goddamned rabbit, Lance wouldn’t be in this mess.”
Somehow on a detour to a date, Lance manages to get himself embroiled in a war that ended millennia ago, a shady sickness plaguing the Kingdom of Altea, and one very disagreeable, very emo púca.
He really, really should’ve stayed home.
“Keith had screwed up. Royally screwed up. Zarkon plus Haggar plus Lotor plus Alfor plus Allura level of royally screwing up.”
Somehow, out for a run in the forest, Keith manages to find himself involved with a kingdom that wanted nothing to do with him, the ghosts of his past, and one incredibly annoying, incredibly talkative selkie.
He wished he had stayed under his rock.
my notes: this fic really blew me away, and honestly i’m shocked it doesn’t seem to be that well-known…y'all please shower this fic with kudos or i stg. but in all seriousness, this is a really brilliant au. it’s a faerie au which is something i don’t think i’ve read before––i was so excited to hear about it and it exceeded my (already very high) expectations. the world-building is incredible, the characterization is perfect, the plot is so engrossing, all the friendships/relationships are developed so well and the klance is so sweet. i recommend this one so highly omg.
It takes winning a gold medal at the Olympics for Keith to realize that he’s reached an impasse in his life. His career as center position for Team Canada’s olympic ice hockey team is flourishing- there’s a gold medal in his hand, after all. But the medal, a coveted achievement, hangs heavy in his hand, dead weight dragging him down. It brings him no satisfaction. He’s… stuck.
Then he meets Lance McClain, Team Canada’s best shot at a gold medal in olympic figure skating. It’s no secret that Lance is talented, and he captivates everyone on and off of the ice- Keith included. And it’s Lance who convinces Keith to take the biggest risk of life: leave ice hockey to pursue figure skating, with Lance as his guide and partner.
No one said it would be easy.
my notes: Olympic au where Keith is a hockey player and Lance is a figure skater but then Lance convinces Keith to give up hockey for figure skating. Really nicely written, wonderful characterization, and the Klance in it is really sweet. It’s just such a fun fic!
Keith is a loner; his interactions with others tend toward clumsy or strained, but he has a persistent enthusiasm for the paranormal. Lance is a recent college grad; caught up in his day-to-day, he wouldn’t call himself unhappy, but suddenly feels that his life lacks direction. When Lance is introduced to Keith’s ghost hunting videos, his interest is piqued and he can’t help but want to tag along. Initially opposed, Keith soon finds himself warming to the company of the living.
A little tongue-in-cheek, a little cliché, and a little bit of a slow burn. A not-too-serious ghost hunting AU.
my notes: i love ghosts/ghost hunting so i was so excited for this and it definitely lived up to my expectations! this was genuinely spooky and a lot of care/detail went into all the haunted settings. plus the klance dynamic in it is perfect, and their banter is so well-written and funny it had me laughing out loud. but they’re also so sweet and caring with each other, too. all-around just super fun to read.
“You make it sound like we’re going into battle,” Hunk laughed worriedly on Lance’s other side. “I thought this was like, some kind of carnival.”
A chortle bubbled of out Coran’s throat as he slapped his side in amusement. “Some kind of carnival, he says! What an understatement! Allura, I think it’s high time to show the paladins precisely how and where we’re going to be spending the next three days. After you, Princess.”
A happy, childlike grin rapidly overtook Allura’s regal professionalism, and then a brilliant chink of light shone into the castle hall as she opened the front doors to the mountain they’d landed on twenty minutes ago.
Lance went slack-jawed as his eyes adjusted to the white-blue light of Krossin’s distant neutron star, and he almost stumbled as he and the other paladins followed Allura and Coran out onto the grass to take in the view laid out before them.
This place was a utopia.
my notes: at first glance this sounds like just a fun little “oh the team goes on some trip to a space carnival and wacky shenanigans ensue” but trust me it’s much more than that. yes, there are plenty of wacky shenanigans, but also this is quite the emotional rollercoaster (pun intended). the setting, first of all, is super detailed and vivid and so creative. but also the characterization is fantastic and the klance is so well done. (side note: if you like pining lance then man….you gotta read this one.) i actually teared up a couple times reading this. trust me, it’s that good.
“I feel like I’m in a bad teen movie,” Keith says as they creep down the hallway of the base.
“Well, we are sneaking out,” Lance says, “and we’re lying about where you’re gonna be the next few hours. If we really wanted to be accurate I’d have thrown pebbles at your window and you’d have climbed down a tree.”
He’s walking a little ahead of Keith, so he glances back at him, frowning. “If Kolivan’s in charge of the base, does this make him your dad in this scenario?”
“I think he’s too old for that,” Keith says. They round a corner, tiptoe down another hallway. “Maybe he’s the grandpa.”
In which Keith finds time in the midst of defending the universe to live out some of the tropes of a corny teenage romance.
my notes: this fic was so cute and made me smile so much! the humor in it was great and it made me laugh a bunch of times, but also keith and lance are so sweet and earnest with each other in it. also just wanna say hunk is characterized super well in this and there’s really great hunk & keith friendship moments as well.
(Don’t) Ghost me || spiritcrimson || Keith/Lance || G || 3.1k || chs. 1/1 (complete)
Here’s the thing: Lance is used to rejection. He’s been rejected plenty, and sure, it stings for a while, but then it fades, and he’s back in the game. Namely, back to swiping through people on Tinder.
But when Lance runs into the guy who ghosted him, and he’s been moping over ever since, randomly, at a cafe they were supposed to go to for their date, he realizes the Universe is either sending him a sign, or just mocking him. Knowing Lance’s luck, it’s probably both.
my notes: binch i love rom-com/meet-cute scenarios so i loved the premise of this and it was so good! keith and lance are both so in-character and adorably/realistically awkward.
Lance never thought he had a soulmate, but when he finds himself dreaming about a boy on Varadero Beach and in a southwestern desert, he learns they have an incredibly rare soul link–-one that allows them to form an unusually strong bond before they meet, but also exposes their greatest vulnerabilities to each other.
my notes: man, how do i even begin to describe how much i love this fic? it’s seriously one of the most beautiful fanfics i’ve ever read. it’s really soft and atmospheric, but it also packs a huge emotional punch. i’m telling you … it takes a lot to make me cry, but there were several (several!) points in this fic where i literally could not read through the tears streaming from my eyes (some happy tears, some sad tears). what can i say? jessie is a genius and she has absolutely blown me away once again. you gotta read this one because it’s absolutely stunning.
Lance doesn’t know where he comes from––only that he was found in a forest on a distant planet when he was an infant, with no sign of his origin except a blue talisman around his neck. Nowadays he’s content to travel the universe with his best friend Hunk, scavenging and selling goods. But that all changes when a girl named Pidge hitches a ride with them, and in the same day the trio finds a crashed ship carrying nothing but a boy with no memory of who he is … and a red talisman that matches Lance’s.
(Because I keep having inspirations from the headcanons I am seeing here and there but can’t do a full out fic. I’m just going to make mini ones. Like, really short fics. Oh! Fair warning, English is not my main language so there will be grammatical errors. Though I tried to keep it in minimum.)
impressed by your Blue Paladin. He proved himself worthy of his title despite
being mute. I mean, it must be hard when it comes to communicating to others during battles.”
Those words rang around Allura’s head ever since it left the mouth of the King she was
talking to and trying to form an alliance. It was the usual routine that they
had learned to live. Receiving a distress signal, answering the said signal,
entering the planet giving it, forming Voltron and fighting (pushing) the
Galran army away, and finally forming a treaty between Voltron and the current
species of alien they had saved for the day.
For the King it was just a normal observation. She could not
blame him for this was the first time he meet the Paladins.
But no matter what, the comment cut through her heart for it
was another reminder on how she had failed. On how she had pushed a war to just
a bunch of teenagers who were peacefully living in their own planet one night
and the next they were soldiers fighting an empire who had enslave the majority
of the universe. On how she tried to be professional about everything and how
she tried to maintained the aura of a general…only to realized it was not just the only thing the team
needed but something more.
are natural social beings. Keep us in isolation and we might go insane.”
Shiro explained to her one of the common theory that the
human society have. He called it “Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs”.
Love, care, and feeling of belongingness are one of the
factors humans needed to be assured that their life was worth living despite Earth’s harsh conditions both from the environment and the rest of
the society. And those very three needs were neglected ever since Allura pushed
the role of being Paladins to five earthlings.
Sure, the Paladins handle it themselves. But it still turned
out that everyone was being selfish in some degree. Pidge wanted to find their
family, Keith wanted to do what was right as a defender and forgetting the
feelings of others when he was trying to be a capable soldier, Shiro was being
a hypocrite by trying to take care of the team while purposefully hiding his
own issues away, Hunk…was just trying to help and Lance was
the ever self sacrificing one that they should have paid more attention.
Well, selflessness and selfishness only had a very thin line
between and sometime could be seen as the same.
It was also a reminder that Allura was no perfect being and
could be an easy prey from the webs of judgmentally. She just met Lance and
completely assumed that the Blue Paladin never take anything seriously. It was
a fault that made her blind and didn’t
see the talent that Lance clearly had and was taken advantage by the enemy.
Things had never gone back to normal in the Castle of Lions.
After rescuing Lance, the Blue Paladin was never the same. He mostly spends his
time inside his own room, until now he had never uttered a word even once. He
was not participating in any group activities and contently just chooses to
stay with the Blue Lion. Sometimes they would find him being surrounded by the
other lions also. Even the ever temperamental Red Lion appears to be trying to
support the… broken human. It was as if, if the
other Paladins could not be there then at least the lions would convey what
their pilots felt for the Blue Paladin.
Lance was only comfortable in the company of Hunk and Coran.
They would talk and talk with him and they would celebrate if they could make
Lance to smile, even if it was a small one. If they could make Lance to do
something so that he would not be tortured by his own thoughts. Though they
eventually found out that Lance didn’t
want to learn anything about the mechanics of the castle. He vehemently refused
to learn anything that could be related to Voltron and the war against the
It hurts to see that the very talent Lance had that lead him
to meet the others was the very thing he had learned to hate when the Galra
used his knowledge against his teammates. When the Galras gave him false
information on how his tactics injured some of the Paladins to the point of no
Allura was not sure if this was a damage they could heal…or just be a festering wound forever…
Zimbits || ~5′700 words || Gen. Rating || AU || AO3
The team members who take Psychology, Biology and Politics of Food
start up a study group, but it’s less of a study
group, and more of a trying-to-set-Jack-and-Bitty-up group.
“Hey, Jack,” Bitty says brightly as he enters the living room with
his textbook balanced under one arm, and his other holding a tray of
freshly made brownie.
“Hey, Bittle,” Jack replies, already sitting on a chair with his books open on the coffee table.
puts his stuff down next to Jack’s, taking care with the tray of food.
He lifts his arm to let the textbook thunk down on the ground.
“Where is everyone?” He asks Jack, sitting beside his fallen textbook.
stuck talking to his thesis advisor. Lardo’s got a project due
tomorrow. Chowder says he can’t make this week. No idea about Holster or
Nursey,” Jack rattles off.
“So, just us then?”
“Just us,” Jack confirms.
It’s the second week in a row that has happened.
sits on a cushion on the floor by the coffee table, sipping
occasionally from a mug of tea, and refreshing his twitter frequently.
The others should be here for the study group by now. He reluctantly
opens his textbook, figuring he should use the time to study even if
no-one’s here to help him figure out the biology side of this week’s
He’s two pages in when the front door opens. Bitty looks up, eager for company.
“Jack! Hey.” Bitty smiles and waves at him.
“Sorry I’m late. Class went overtime.”
Jack sits down on the green couch, rolling his eyes when Bitty gives him a look. “Stop worrying about this thing.”
“Jack, it’s infested,” Bitty insists immediately.
“You don’t know that,” Jack replies.
“And you don’t not know that.”
just shakes his head and takes out his own textbook and exercise book.
“Did you do the extra reading this week?” he asks Bitty.
senses the topic divergence, but goes along with Jack anyway. It’s not
the first time they’ve argued over the couch, and it won’t be the last.
“I did not,” Bitty answers. “But I printed it out.”
“Not quite the same thing. I’ll summarise it for you.”
Bitty smiles at Jack gratefully. “Thank you.”
The fourth time it happens, Bitty makes Jack move into the kitchen.
David Lieberman dumps him on her doorsteps on a late Friday afternoon.
Karen would compare it to leaving a foundling behind - wrapped in blanket, laid in a wooden basket with a heartfelt letter, but the man actually stays with Frank until she comes home from work. And well, there’s no wickerbasket. Or a farewell letter.
The oversized hoodie Frank is wearing resembles a blanket though.
She’s standing in front of her apartment door, keys firmly grasped between her fingers, and the two men are a barrier separating her from a quiet weekend. Karen can quite literally feel it running through her fingers like water.
“Look, it’s your girlfriend,” he says to Frank, who doesn’t look all that well. He’s kind of sunk into himself, leaning against the wall. There’s a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. But he’s alive and that’s one worry less on her list. David faces her then. “Nice to finally meet you. I’m David.”
Probably the best thing about working with heroes capable of flight was that Jason could do things like jump out of a helicopter before it exploded and not plummet to his death.
Instead, he plummeted right into Kyle Rayner’s arms.
The White Lantern grinned at him. “When you fall, I’ll always be right there to catch you.”
“Drop me,” Jason said, and started struggling. “I’ll take my chances with gravity.”
“We’re like two hundred feet in the air,” Kyle said, and tightened his arms. Normally Jason could overpower him easily, but when Kyle was wielding his ring the whole ‘most powerful weapon in the universe’ thing became a great equalizer.
“I will take my chances with the fall.” Jason struggled, huffing out an annoyed breath when he felt the power of the ring curl tighter around him instead. “Take yourself and your terrible lines back from whence you came.”
“See you say this,” Kyle said, descending down towards the rooftops below. “And yet you’re the one who actually used the word ‘whence’ in a real sentence, so I know you secretly like it when I’m romantic.”
“An archaic word is light years away from the the absolute mush that spews out of your mouth on a daily basis.”
“You love it.”
“I do not,” Jason replied. “I refuse to be associated with you, let me go.”
Ash listened to the gossip, watching girls and boys alike fawn over this new kid in his first period calculus class. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to lay eyes on him yet.
“Yo- Is this kid really all that? He’s late to class.” Ash pointed out, like he wasn’t late to 4 out of 8 class periods.
Shorter, who was in the desk next to Ash, just smiled and winked. “He’s your type.”
He would have continued his idle conversation had the door not opened and a boy walked in, the new student.
He was Japanese, windblown black hair and dark, dark eyes. He vaguely reminded Ash of a doll, if he was being honest.
“Ah- there you are, darling.” The teacher said gently, slowly. The boy narrowed his eyes a little before speaking in a thickly accented voice.
“I can understand you very well.”
Ash watched, bemused, as her face slowly turned pink.
“I’m sorry, dear. Can you introduce yourself to the class?”
The boy turned towards the class and Ash was stunned by those eyes on him so fully.
“Nice to meet you all, I’m Eiji Okumura.” He bowed politely and Ash barely heard Shorter teasing him when the boy was directed to sit in the conventionally empty seat beside him.
He looked up at the teacher suddenly, fade burning red.
“The holes in your pants are above the knee, go to the principal.”
“So, I saw you were a little star struck, lover boy.” Ash glared at Shorter over the milk carton. “Was it the eyes? They’re pretty beautiful, huh? I saw you melting a li-”
The other teen ducked down as a fork came flying in his direction.
“Don’t look so hurt about it.”
Ash sighed and put his head in his hands, sighing quietly.
“I’ll have him. I get anyone I want.”
It was Shorter’s turn to sigh in disappointment then.
“Can’t you date him and not, I don’t know, play with his heart? He’s one of the few people to look you dead in the eye and don’t react at all.”
Ash just shrugged and hummed quietly. “True..”
The flirting started subtle, little things. A lingering touch on the wrist, a hand on the small of Eiji’s back, a wink here and there.
Eiji didn’t react to any of it.
Ash upped his game quickly, especially when he had to deal with Shorter’s constant teasing.
The boy looked up from what he was writing, which was in Kanji that made Ash’s head spin to even attempt to know what it said.
The blond leaned against his desk, eyes low and dark, in what he knew was an appealing manner.
“I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me after school?”
Eiji just offered Ash a soft smile. “I can’t. I have too much work to do.”
Ash felt his eyebrow twitch but he didn’t speak, simply nodded.
“I have work.”
The boy just tilted his head before responding. “Photography. I’m the assistant.”
Ash just nodded slowly and glanced over at Shorter who was across the room. The teen was giving him a thumbs up but Ash just slowly shook his head and he watched dejectedly as Shorter gave him a fake pout.
The flirting continued, comments on Eiji’s outfits, his strangely cute but professional way of dressing did things to Ash’s heart.
Even Eiji’s mannerisms, the way he held his pencil (loosely with his forefinger and middle, thumb at the bottom), the way he pursed his lips when thinking, how his eyes would light up every time he saw something cute on his phone.
Though, he seemed none the wiser to Ash’s advances, the boy just didn’t understand it. There was no one, not even Shorter, that didn’t at least stumble when Ash sent a smoulder in their direction, but Eiji didn’t even miss a beat.
“Maybe he’s not interested?”
“Just the other day he held my hand and fell asleep with his head in my lap.”
Shorter paused and pulled his shades off, staring Ash in the eye.
“Your charm is wearing off.”
“My charm is not wearing off.”
Shorter just looked at him and Ash looked around the cafeteria before spotting some poor freshman and winking at them. Their face lit up red and they excitedly began to chatter to their friends while motioning to Ash.
He grabbed Shorter’s shades and put them on before speaking, obviously smug.
“You were saying?”
Shorter walked over to Eiji while he was working and took his paper, flipping it over. He smiled at the boy and winked. “Hey, honey.”
Shorter raised an eyebrow and just continued to speak in a flirtatious tone.
“Anyone takin’ you to prom?”
“I’m not going.”
Shorter just nodded and leaned on the desk, smiling. “Wanna come with me? I’ll make it worth while.”
“It’s far too expensive, sadly. Sorry.”
Shorter sat next to Ash and watched as Eiji talked to the magazine club teacher, Miss Randy.
UPDATE: This now has a feature from @silencethroughwords where you can replace Y/N with your name! Go show them some love they’re a freakin god. (Just add your name to the little box saying ‘your name’!)
People were interested in me doing a thing like this, so here we go! I figured I’d do a short little blurb about each writer, including one or two of my favorite works by them. So, in no real order (like, I literally randomized the list) here are some of the most talented people* whose art I’ve had the pleasure of reading:
*Please note that some of these people haven’t written for bellarke in a while! That doesn’t mean you should pester them about it! Appreciate the heck out of what they have written instead. Cool? Cool.
Maria’s written a good variety of longer and shorter fics, and each of them is excellent. (She’s also an amazing human/friend, but that’s more of a side perk.) She’s currently writing Things We Shouldn’t Do which is what everyone wants out of a multi-chap, fake-dating, actors AU. Or for something shorter, check out T.O.P. S.E.C.R.E.T. for some friends-with-benefits/feelings-reveal goodness. And maybe if she loves me she’ll finish Let’s Go to the Mall but it’s nbd.
I read The Squire (multi-chap, medieval AU) when I was pretty new to the fandom, and I’m still completely in awe of it. Steph’s also written a million other amazing bellarke fics, like this fluffy-af youtubers AU (and, recently, some fucking amazing Jyn/Cassian stuff, if you’re into that) so make sure to check out all of her incredible writing.
Chash has written a million and one amazing fics, so obvs read everything she’s written, but one of my particular faves is Some Cheese With That Whine. It gives me all the best-friends-to-lovers feelings. Amazing. Plus she likes all my posts when I’m flailing about ffx <3
Lana’s another one of those writers where I know I’ll like everything she publishes. She’s like, the queen a soulmate AU’s. Her most recent one is here–a cool iteration where you feel whatever pain your soulmate feels. As with all the other authors here, don’t forget to check out all her other stories!
I discovered Kacka this summer, and her stories saved me from boredom on the countless train rides I was taking across Europe. By which I mean you should just read through everything on her AO3 page, like I did. Everyone loves a good coffee-shop AU, right? Check out Got to Find Those Extra Cups to Fill. She’s a fantastic, inspiring writer and an even lovelier human being.
Bri’s another one of the authors I first read when I joined the fandom! She doesn’t write much bellarke anymore, but it’s all still up on her AO3 along with a ton of quality Jyn/Cassian fics, if that’s your jam!
Kayla’s the first person I ever considered my “favorite fanfic author” and the title still fits, even if I do have about a million “favorite” authors now. Full Circle is an older, post s2, fic of hers, but it’s undeniably still one of my faves. A more recent fave is: this is your heart (can you feel it). These are both canonverse, but she writes amazing modern AUs as well. <3
Is it getting old for me to keep saying I like everything insert-name-here writes?? I’d stop, except that it’s TRUE. Mel is fantastic. Her last installment in Good Times Gonna Come is so cute I can’t actually stand it. Something In The Air (That Night) is also super good. (She also writes Sethkate and Jyn/Cassian!)
(Okay I’m running out of time for these last few–gotta get to class–so I’ll just do one fic rec from each writer, BUT they’re all such fucking talented authors. Everything they write is amazing.)
OKAY PHEW. I think that’s everything. As a last note, don’t forget to appreciate your favorite authors! A comment or reblog here and there goes a long way. Kudos and likes are lovely, but not quite as tangible as comments and tags.
You live in a world dominated by monsters. Monsters who make it their life’s work to control everything around them. When you’re forced to marry Kim Taehyung - the indecipherable son of the leader of Bangtan, Seoul’s most feared gang - you are at first afraid of him. But as you learn what it means to be Taehyung’s wife you find yourself inexplicably drawn to him.
Warnings: sex, language and themes of violence.
A/N: Hey guys! So here’s the second chapter to Monster. I was also thinking of maybe writing either a one shot or a shorter fic, with a reader romance, on one of the other BTS characters from this story. Let me know if that’s something you guys would be interested in reading, and also which character’s perspective you would want to see it from. Also I am totally open to requests and asks so send me those as well! Finally, if anyone could help me in terms of how to sort out a masterlist, and how to link this chapter on chapter one that would be greatly appreciated (I am new to Tumblr lol!) Thank you all and I hope you enjoy!
Taehyung woke you up that morning before the sun had even risen. You had barely been able to sleep, drifting in and out of consciousness and dreaming about the night before.
“We need to get up before they come to collect the sheets.”
You had forgotten all about the sheet inspection.
“Did we check if there was blood?”
Taehyung shrugged, “If there isn’t, I’ll make some.”
Your blood ran cold.
“Not like that,” His eyes hardened, “I’m not going to hurt you Y/N.”
Remus’ seventh year had
commenced in the ordinary fashion, if anything about his life at
Hogwarts could be accurately described as ‘ordinary’. But when a potions
incident leaves him up the proverbial creek, things quickly take a turn
for the worse—or perhaps for the better, if Sirius has any say in the
Sirius likes Remus. Remus likes Sirius. Their friends
are supportive. Christmas is coming and romance is in the air. So it
should be a simple matter for them to get together, right?
Except that maybe their friends are a bit too supportive and
that’s where the trouble started. What with the pretend dating, the
mistletoe, the sleigh rides and say, what’s in this drink? Oh, and the
fairly extensive gambling ring. It’ll take more than goodwill and
glitter to sort this one out.
convinced you finally?” They’re sitting in the car, Mulder and Scully,
like they’re the only two people here in this murky parking lot. Mulder, with
the face of Morris Fletcher, eyes Scully and she stares right back. She’s never
been interested in looks. It’s what’s inside that counts, she reminds herself,
and the man inside is Mulder. The grin, though, is not Mulder. The inflection
of this man’s voice is a strange, obscure sound in her ear. She can’t read his
expression, doesn’t know what the twitch in his cheek means. The light is dim,
shady, and if she blinks, squints her eyes, can she pretend this is her Mulder?
She tries, but the face remains the same; the one she doesn’t want to see.
It doesn’t sound the same. A nuisance at first, a tease on his part, she is
certain, when he started calling her Scully. Not Agent Scully or Dana. Scully.
She crinkles her nose remembering Morris Fletcher, inhabiting Mulder’s body,
saying her name.
was just – this is so strange, Mulder.”
me about it.” He huffs, his eyes intent on hers. Scully briefly wonders if
she looks different to him, looking through different eyes. “So, tell me.
What did I – what did he do – that made you believe me?”
don’t want to know.” She mumbles no longer looking at him, instead playing
with a loose thread on her jacket.
may not want to know, but I need to know. Please, Scully.” She lifts her
head. She They have a history of this, don’t they. Eddie van Blundth slips into
her mind. As intrusively and unwelcome as when he came to her apartment back
then. A big fat smile on his face. Only that it wasn’t his face. It was
Mulder’s face. She’d almost fallen for it again this time, let herself be
fooled again. The mere idea of switched bodies so improbable that a completely
out of character Mulder made more sense to her. More sense than her own
feelings and her intuition. She doubted herself; she doubted Mulder, too.
– he – is quite popular at the moment. He’s been entertaining… new friends.”
I hope you know that-” She shakes her head, stops him.
know, Mulder. That’s one of the things that made me realize something wasn’t
one? Scully, you have to tell me.”
– he,” Scully, frustrated, corrects herself, “invited me over to your
did he do?” Scully may not know Morris Fletcher intimately, or well at
all, but she detects the darkness in that question. There’s a hint of fear,
too. That’s all Mulder.
happened, Mulder. I stopped him. I knew he wasn’t you. Without going into too
much detail, I, well, I tied him to the bedpost. With handcuffs.” She is
proud of herself for that move, she can’t deny it.
did what? Since when do I even have a bedpost?”
spruced up your bedroom, Mulder. You’ve got a bed now,” she tells him and
can’t contain the smile, “a waterbed, in fact. Oh, and a nice mirror over
tell me you’re kidding.” Mulder groans.
Mulder. At least you’ll be able to sleep in a bed from now on.”
implies you have an idea on how to get me back into my own body.” Scully
glances at him. She doesn’t have an idea. None. This should never have
happened. What is she going to do if Mulder remains in this man’s body? The
wedding ring on his finger glints. If they don’t find a solution… she won’t
allow herself to even think it.
happened, Mulder, is an improbability.”
didn’t stop it from happening, Scully.” She nods miserably.
“I hope the Gunmen can help us. If
not…” Mulder reaches over and takes her hand. She startles and gasps. She
should have kissed him, she thinks, and the thought surprises her even more
than the unknown touch. When they returned from Antarctica, feelings as raw as
their skin, she should have just kissed him. She wanted to. Wants to now. Scully
turns to him, wonders if the surprise on her face is apparent. With Mulder, her
Mulder, she would have been able to tell. She aches for his face, longs to
touch his cheek, and lose herself in his eyes. She’s never much cared about
Mulder’s effortless good looks; they are not what make him who he is. But she
misses it; misses what she’s grown to know and love.
“There’s got to be a way, Scully.
It happened once, right? There’s got to be a good chance it can happen
again.” She’s not going to tell him about statistics. Not that she knows
any numbers for unlikely occurrences like this. He once called her his one in
five billion. So unlikely. So what if… what if.
“Hey, don’t give up on me yet,
"I’m not, Mulder. I promise, I’m
“But there’s something on your
mind. Sunflower seed for your thoughts?” He offers her a handful but she
shakes her head.
“I miss your voice, Mulder.”
She admits and stares at his hand. He puts a seed in his mouth, cracks it. The
sound is the same as always, should be familiar, but it’s not.
“Do I not talk? I mean
“Not like you
"I promise you
that as soon as I’m back to myself, I’ll talk your ear off. I can recite
sonnets or do you want me to sing you a song? What would you like to
hear?” She wants him to tell her again how he makes her a whole person.
How they’re in this together. That he needs her. She wants to hear him say
Scully in a whisper, a moan, a prayer.
Mulder.” She answers him instead.
“Anything? So if
I wanted to talk to you about let’s say handcuffing people to bedposts…”
Scully laughs and desperate tears tickle her throat.
“If we make it
out of this, Mulder, I’ll not only talk to you about it, I’ll show you. Now go
back inside so I can find a way to get the real you back.”
this is so sappy that I’m almost embarrassed, but, anyway, some Roy/Riza headcanons:
Roy couldn’t do such precise aim with his flames in the Ishvalan War; he learned afterwards, after Riza asked him to burn the flame alchemy notes off her back, because he wasn’t going to touch her until he knew he could control the fire like a surgeon’s blade
he didn’t quite mean to do it until he was doing it, but the way he set the sheet of flames against her back, an instant of pain so bright and fast that it didn’t hurt until afterwards…the burn ended up looking a lot like half-folded wings
“Just like a hawk,” he joked weakly, as he held up a mirror for her to see.
(Just like an angel, he did not think then. One of the old sorts, guiding and righteous and needing to say “Be not afraid” first thing, each time they appeared to mortals.)
He might have thought it a bit later, when she accepted his offer for a job. She didn’t until he’d burned the patterns off her back. That’s when she knew he was serious. She offered to follow him into hell the next day, while her back still stung under her uniform.
(Riza is no alchemist, but obviously the diagrams on her back weren’t her only knowledge of flame alchemy. She was her father’s note-taker for years, as his hands grew unsteady and his coughing fits worse. Too much smoke in his lungs, from before he’d perfected the flames.)
honestly, I’m content with them never being in a real “romantic” relationship. Why do you need that, when you already have “If you’re going to shoot me, shoot me. But then, after you do that, Lieutenant, what are you going to do?” “I can tell you, I have no intention of carrying on my myself. This fight will be my last. After this is all over, I intend to kill myself, and remove my secrets of flame alchemy from the world.” I’ll follow you into Hell if you ask (if I have to send us both there myself, so the world never has to face anything like us again.)
the answer, of course, is that they don’t NEED to, but it…might be nice. Good for them. A bit of happiness. A bit of openly loving each other, and by proxy, themselves. Imagine a world where Roy gets to say, one evening, “I once said that I never feel more human than when I’m fighting real monsters. I was wrong. This…” (he holds her a little closer) “This is even better.”
“Are you admitting you were wrong, sir?” Riza teases. “It happens on occasion, Captain,” he replies loftily.
(yes, she’s gonna get promoted, though not that much - go too far, and you have to stop being an aide. Yes, she draws the pay of a brigadier-general anyway, because everyone knows what her job really is. Yes, they will use military ranks in bed. Why would you even doubt that.)
I’ve given it a lot of thought and if those last few episodes didn’t get them to kiss, nothing dramatic will. No “I thought you were dead” moments for Roy and Riza. Nah, I’d Josh&Donna them - if this romance is going to be the Unexpected Happy Thing, that’s how it has to start. They get a bill through Parliament to seriously defund the military, or a major step towards Ishvalan reparations, or, hell, it’s a holiday party. There’s been a bit of alcohol, though not much for either of them - just enough that Roy is tipsy. He notices Hawkeye is gone and he finds her outside, leaning on the balcony in the moonlight, and he thinks once a sniper, always a sniper and he thinks, I should probably go back to schmoozing. But mostly he thinks, as she stands there in the moonlight, keeping watch over the darkness and smiling at the warm light and sound of the laughter and glasses spilling from inside, god, she’s beautiful. So of course Roy “symbolically and temperamentally associated with fire from Day One* Mustang is the one who kisses her first. Then stumbles back apologizing, retreating to formality and leaning on his alleged drunkenness, and it’s been so many years that it takes a few days for even Riza “associated with clear sight in every literal and metaphorical way” Hawkeye to realize that maybe this isn’t the world’s worst idea.
Anti-fraternization rules still exist, but they know what they’re doing and literally who is going to challenge them? Nobody, that’s who.
Ash wasn’t sure when he began drawing Eiji, but he found it be one of the most soothing things he’s probably ever done, up there with taking apart his gun and reassembling it. He found that he had easily explored Eiji’s planes, the way his stomach goes flat when he lays down, the way his eyes fall shut and he breathes slowly.
His Eiji, the gentle boy who stole his heart.
He knew the way his nose curved, the way he purses his lips when frustrated and even the way he places his hands slowly down on his stomach when laying on his back.
He studied him, in some way.
“You’re staring at me again, Ash.” He looked up and was met with the sight of two brown eyes, staring at him curiously. Eiji was laying across his lap and his sketchbook rested on his lower back. He shut the book slowly and raised an eyebrow.
“I thought you liked it when I stared at you.” Ash teased, smiling at the man in his lap and watching as his cheeks turned a very pretty shade of red. “Uhm,” he was stammering and Ash knew he had him.
The blond just smiled and put the book on the table, rearranged his position and rested his head on Eiji’s bottom, wrapping his arms around his waist, fingers messing with the end of his shirt.
Eiji just huffed, knowing he wasn’t going to get any sort of answer from his lover.
“Well, well, well, if that ain’t an interesting position!” Shorter’s voice flowed into the room, playful.
Ash glared up through his bangs at the man who he deemed his best friend. He just hugged Eiji tighter around the waist and pressed a kiss to the small of his back.
It was sickening with how sweet it was, but Shorter just smiled at them.
“So, has Ash here showed you the drawings yet?”
Eiji looked up from his phone with a slightly raised eyebrow, head cutely tilted.
“Oh, Ash has been dra-” something flew across the room and hit Shorter in the face.
Ash’s phone, which had successfully managed to bloody the other man’s nose. “Damn it, Shorter!” But alas, it was too late and now Eiji was curious. He spun himself carefully, only able to do so after weeks of cuddling with Ash, who was surprisingly clingy. Ash’s head rested on his stomach now, above his waistband.
“You’ve been drawing me?” He asked, running a hand through the blond’s hair. He mumbled an affirmative and Eiji’s eye lit up. “May I see?”
While he was used to Eiji asking permission for nearly everything, he couldn’t say that didn’t stop the way his heart clenched in his chest.
“They aren’t that good.” He mumbled as he shoved the book in his boy’s hands and watched him flip through the pages slowly, taking in the detail. There was a distinct sadness in his eyes, like his art radiated both beauty and heartbreak.
Perhaps it did.
He was gentle, tracing a hand over the lines, careful not to smudge them. When he got to the pictures Ash had so carefully crafted, he gasped quietly.
“You.. You make me look beautiful, Ash.” He said with a small laugh, looking over the edge of the book at him. The blond just shrugged his shoulders, face hidden in Eiji’s abdomen.
“It’s because you’re beautiful, Eiji..” He answered, lips brushing against Eiji’s skin and making him shiver. He closed the sketchbook and placed it back on the table and gently lifted Ash’s head, rubbing his thumbs against the swell of his cheeks.
“Ash, you have absolutely beautiful art. I love it very much and I hope one day you can appreciate it too.”
He watched his face slowly turn pink before he dipped his head, hiding it in Eiji’s lap, who just laughed softly. They laid like that, completely forgetting Shorter who was steadily growing used to the displays of affection.
Soon enough, Ash fell asleep, Eiji still gentle as he stopped his hands in Ash’s hair and began quietly crying, shoulders shaking.
Shorter’s eyes went wide and he gently placed his hand on the man’s shoulders.
Eiji just shook his head and cast a small glance to Ash’s sketchbook. “I just want him to be happy one day.”