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Here are links to all the fandoms I've posted about
American Gods • Artemis Fowl • Avatar (TLA & LOK)
Be More Chill • Big Hero 6 • Boku no Hero Academia
Chronicles of Narnia • Coco • Criminal Minds
DC • Death Note • Dear Evan Hansen • Disney • Dispatch • DND: Honor Among Thieves • Doctor Who
Galavant • Guardians of the Galaxy • Good Omens • Gravity Falls
Hamilton • Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts & Where to Find Them • Hawaii Five-0 • Hazbin Hotel • High School Musical • Homestuck
Into the Woods
Kingsman • Klaus
Lackadaisy • Lazytown • Les Misérables
Marvel • Mad Max • Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard • Megamind • Merlin • Miraculous Ladybug
Newsies • Night at the Museum
Ocean's (Movies) • Overwatch • Over the Garden Wall
Paranatural • Percy Jackson • Phantom of the Opera • Phineas and Ferb • Pirates of the Caribbean • Psych
RENT • Rick and Morty • Runewriters
Sherlock (BBC) • Star Trek • Star Wars • Steven Universe • Stranger Things • Supernatural
Team Fortress 2 • Temeraire • The Adventure Zone • The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy • The Hobbit/The Lord of the Rings • The Man From U.N.C.L.E. • The Office • The Princess Bride • The Shape of Water
Boku No Hero Academia/Complete/Chapters: 4 Words:15,643
“Izuku knows what the Hanahaki does. He knows what his options are, and sure, they aren’t great. In fact, they’re pretty horrible. The list is short and daunting. There are still flower petals on his pillow."
In which Izuku has Hanahaki Disease, and Katsuki's furious.
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Izuku and Katsuki’s feelings for each other in this are so fierce and tender. It’s great.
I know some fic writers get stressed about writing tropes they think are too popular or overdone, and I need you all to know that I just spent 4 hours reading every iteration of the same exact fic plot I could find, and they all brought me an indescribable amount of joy. Listen. Listen. Sometimes you want cakes of many flavours and sometimes you want Nine Carrot Cakes
Ladybug and Chat Noir are not okay. Years of fighting akumas have taken a serious toll. The only comfort they have is in each other, and, when the pain of separation becomes too much, Marinette figures out a way to circumvent her promise to not tell Chat who she is.
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I always find it fascinatingly satisfying when authors explore the idea of light hearted or overlooked aspects of canon as serious consequences. Two teenagers fighting an adult with manipulative powers that have caused, among other things, literal nationwide massacre? Yeah, that’s gonna have an impact. Their feelings for each other in this are so desperate. A hopeful ending is the cherry on top.
Phineas and Ferb/Incomplete/Works: 15 Words: 64, 956
[From ‘The New Gig’]
Perry Fletcher needs a new, better paying job if he’s going to keep the kids in the house. Weirdly, there’s an “evil scientist” advertising for a thousand a week…well, it might be fun to get back in the good vs. evil game, maybe stop the guy if he’s too much of a bad egg…only nothing could have prepared him for Heinz Doofenshmirtz.
Prequel-fic.
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I really like the difference in Perry’s in this fic, it’s unlike all the other Human!Perry fics I’ve read. The relationships in here are really sweet, and I love the happy, healthy, slightly crazy family they all make. Also the side plots are awesome.
John has to give people the little things they need. It's a very awkward compulsion to have, especially when one lives in London, and his flat looks like several shops have exploded in it. He can use the supplies, though, and it's an interesting way to meet people, but then he starts running into the same bloke again and again. Coincidence? Or is fate trying to tell him something?
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I've never read the book that this is crossed with, but its a really interesting idea and I think it fits really well with John's pragmatic nature. Iavvyan fits things together really nicely.
“What?” Wilson muttered with as much annoyance and exasperation as House expected at that hour. Briefly, he wished he could twirl around his cane to give his hands something to do. Too bad it was a whole two parking spaces away from him.
“Come get me.”
Wilson sighed deeply. “Where are you? It better be a ditch or something. Are you drunk right now? You sound sober enough to drive yourself home.”
“I’m in the hospital parking lot.”
A long moment of silence passed. Well, it would have been silent, but House heard Wilson shuffling around. Hopefully getting his ass out of bed and getting back to work. “House, I’m tired.”
Or: Sometimes, accidents happen.
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A tender combo of hurt and comfort, short and sweet.
Bard has been working for the elves for years, never actually meeting one, until one day he notices an elf watching him work.
The elf becomes a constant in his life, and the two of them slowly start warming up to each other.
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A great series that does a wonderful job of portraying Bard and Thranduil’s characters and responsibilities, their relationships with their children and their people, and how those might look when they come together. I love how it comes around to the events of The Hobbit, that last work is my favorite for sure.
Robert knows it's going to be a bad day before he even opens his eyes. He shouldn't be awake yet, the alarm on his phone hasn't gone off. It's the pain that woke Robert.
or: Despite it being a bad pain day, Robert decides to go to work like normal. When he inevitably crashes, Z-Team's there to look out for him. Flambae's powers especially come in handy.
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Oooo so good. Z-Team protectiveness/possessiveness, Robert getting the love and care he deserves, and the INTIMACY AHHHH. Plus, the perfect amount of Flambert to leave you wanting more.
Captain Rex shrugged irritably as he failed to dodge the small orange hand that reached up to ruffle his hair.
“Oooh it’s growing.” Commander Tano paused in wonder “it’s all fuzzy” she marveled.
“Snips, don’t pet people without permission” her Master scolded lightly, walking to join the two of them standing in the hanger as ships came and went noisily around them, the 501st and the 212th untangling themselves and going their separate ways after a joint campaign. “Do I have to send you on the inter-speacies sensitivity course again?” General Skywalker teased.
Rex’s commander stuck her tongue out at her Master and dodged a swat on the head.
Obi-Wan Kenobi sat back in his chair with a satisfied sigh, stretching his arms above his head with a pleasant crack.
He looked at his “done” pile of pads. It was an awfully nice pile.
He sat for a moment in the silence, realising he couldn’t remember the last time he was able to just be alone with his thoughts.
Bliss.
Silence.
…
There were two very familiar force presences making their way towards him.
“MASTER! There you are!”
“Hi Master Obi-Wan”
Failing miserably to look long-suffering he couldn’t stop a smile from immediately taking over his face as Anakin and Ahsoka barged quite rudely into his office.
“Hello there, and how are my Padawans this fine afternoon?”
“Not your Padawan anymore – you going to eat that?”
“Fine thanks Master”
“Make yourself comfortable Ahsoka dear, Anakin – put that down!”
Ahh he’d missed the chaos.
Anakin perched on the corner of his desk whilst Ahsoka settled on the other chair in the small office.
“So, Obi-Wan. We were bored and I wanted to teach Snips that game we used to play”
“Hmm? Which game?”
Anakin looked insulted at his lack of mind-reading abilities.
(“That’s not how the force works!” how many times Padawan?)
“You know, that game where you name all the planets in the senate and there’s those cards and things.” He gestured into the air searching for the name “I wanna teach it to Snips but I can’t remember the name or find the rules on the holonet.”
Obi-Wan stared at him, casting his mind back before it dawned.
He looked awkwardly between the two young Jedi in his office.
“…You know that’s not a real game?”
Anakin stared at him, confused.
“What? Sure it is, we used to play all the time”
Obi-Wan cleared his throat, unable to stop his eyebrows raising in surprise at his naïve friend.
“Yes I know but I…made it up. To help you learn about the senate” he clarified, awkwardly.
There was a silent moment, broken by Ahsoka’s amused giggle from the chair. Anakin was looking more and more scandalised by the second. His face going through a rather amusing sequence of emotions
“What?? Teaching? That's…I was learning?” It was vaguely disheartening how surprised his former student was. “What about that other one? With the counters and the hyperlane routes?” he asked, outraged.
“Well...yes?” Obi-Wan felt the bizarre need to defend himself against accusations of clandestine teaching. “I needed to teach you and you didn't like lessons!”
“I can’t believe it!” The Master was starting to feel a bit sorry for his former student. Clearly torn between bewilderment and betrayal. “That whole time you were teaching me?!” the young man cried.
Obi-Wan took a moment to appreciate the bizarreness of the conversation.
“Well yes…when I was your teacher I was…teaching you” he confirmed slowly. “Rather wish we’d worked on your critical thinking a little more though” he said to Ahsoka with a wink as Anakin stood up and began pacing.
“Anakin I’m-“
“What else did you make up to “teach” me?” he demanded, disgusted.
Obi-Wan weighted it over for a second before confessing.
“…that song about the sabre forms? That’s not a real song.” He admitted.
Ahsoka giggled again.
Anakin looked at him with wide incredulous eyes.
“I can’t believe this! That whole time I thought we were having fun you were teaching me?”
Choosing not to be insulted by the distain his friend placed on the noblest profession, the Jedi Master gave a fond sigh.
“Anakin, teaching you was the joy of my life. As I’m sure, teaching Ahsoka has been yours.” He said, enjoying the fond look the two of them exchanged and the swell of happiness in the Force. “And I’m terribly sorry but yes, for the time you were my apprentice, I was in fact, teaching you. Please accept my sincere apologies.” He said flatly.
His former apprentice narrowed his eyes, searching for sarcasm. Finding none, he cleared his throat.
“Yeah well…just don’t talk to me for a while OK?” he said sulkily, gently brushing his elbow against his Master’s shoulder as he headed into the kitchen.
There was a moment of silence, Obi-Wan winked at Ahsoka conspiratorially counting down on his fingers until…
“What tea do you want old man?” came the grumble from the kitchen.
