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the shortest fic was 619 words: "Crisis on Neptune" by reagsmaid
9 writers hit 5k exactly! TheQuietWings, hollygl125, dulcito, muse, CarCrash429, Haase, delgaserasca, heyholmesletsgo, and breakaway71
most popular fandoms (3 fics each): Free!, Stranger Things, and One Piece
most popular tags: canon divergent (19), modern setting (13), AU (12)
pairings: 47 m/m, 18 gen, 16 f/m, 9 f/f, 1 multi
ratings: teen (33), gen (22), mature (16), explicit (11), not rated (2)
🍍the complete list of 5k works from this year
this contains links to all 5k submissions for 2023, including the ones not in the ao3 collection
🍍the ao3 collection
ao3 numbers may vary from the ones above since not all 5k fics were added to the collection by their authors, and fandoms are sometimes entered differently at submission time (e.g. Star Wars may be tagged multiple times on AO3 but only submitted to us as Star Wars)
To everyone who took part, thank you for being part of the event! We hope to see you next year!
Despite what Guy insists more and more these days with a knowing look, Kakashi is not pining away for a certain orange-loving someone. Nope, no way.
Pining is reserved for civilians and green-nosed genin, certainly not for war-hardened and experienced shinobi like him.
Besides... he's one more catastrophic event away from falling at the seams. A rejection—a catastrophic event, surely, especially from him—would absolutely destroy him. So Kakashi shoves down the not-pining feeling into the neat little boxes he tends to cram unnecessary emotions in and focuses on piles and piles of paperwork. The papers are good distractions, in spite of his urge to use a fire jutsu rearing its head every now and again.
Naruto deserves the best, and Kakashi's sure he's not the person to give the blond that and more.
Kakashi savagely squashes down the ache inside his chest and buries himself to his work.
Ever since she was a child, Jeht anticipates every night her father sings her mother's lullaby because that usually means she can offer Jebrael solace.
Whether that solace means her hands, her mouth, her tits, or her pussy is entirely up to Jebrael. And, honestly? Jeht's totally down to being a warm body for her father.
what's that trope called wherein Vampire Simultaneously Gets To Feed and Wrecked Within An Inch Of Their Life because i am going feral over it right now and i don't think it's going away for a long while.
featuring a trans simon (it's my drabble and no one can stop me) & canon divergence
NOTES:
- i haven't watched f&c so be gentle with me! i wanna see how my before and after interpretation of them when i get to watching the series <3
- to be edited and posted to ao3
"Kiss each other!"
"Don't think it hasn't occurred to me."
Three things seem to happen all at once: first, Simon's stunned "WHAT!" then Cake's fur fluffing up and eyes dilating into thin lines and finally Fionna's covering her barely hidden grin. Gunther just keeps on clapping, although the smacks seem to have increased in tempo.
Simon whirls around to face this-this-! Winter King or whatever nonsense he calls himself and tamps down the confusing heat rising to his cheeks, letting his initial surprise and delayed (fake) disgust show on his face instead.
"Now, listen here-!"
But, of course--of course--the Winter Hooligan sees the cracks in Simon's mask and goes for the kill, leaning into Simon's space with a leer and a hand winding around Simon's waist.
Which.
Oh, dear.
Simon shudders.
Winter King grins, razor sharp and so wide that his eyes crinkle at the sides, gaze hungrily taking every micro expression Simon can't properly hide.
"Oh, that is such a lovely expression, my dear Simon," Winter King downright croons.
Speechless, Simon can only gulp.
While he hasn't taken his attention away from Simon, the Winter King says to their temporarily-forgotten and half-amused, half-exasperated audience, "That's that! If all of you would excuse us, this won't take long."
That kicks Simon into action. "Wait, what are you-!"
The yelp that came out of Simon when Winter King heaves Simon into his arms in a princess hold is drowned out by Fionna and Cake's agreements and well wishes which, rude. The nerve, the absolute gall of his so-called 'friends'! Simon just knows there's an ironic edge to what just happened but he's a little too flustered and a whole lot of flabbergasted to put up a proper fight.
With a snap! of slender fingers ringing in his ears and a split second of snow obscuring his vision, Simon is suddenly standing inside the Winter King's domain, glistening ice fractals and piles of snow at the corners and all.
And a canopied king-sized bed pushed to the farthest wall.
Simon feels like he'd stepped into that one sauna he had indulged in back home, heat invading his body. But now, the beginnings of---something stirs right below his navel.
Jumping at the sudden pressure and the searing coldness around his waist, Simon snaps his gaze to the side (away from the bed, thank you very much!) and locks eyes with a too-close Winter King. The ensuing jolt isn't much of a deterrent, it seems, as the Winter King crowds further into his space until Simon presses his back to the cold wall of Winter King's domain.
His breath hitches, warm air leaving his lips and fogging the space between them.
Kaeya has to get his one of his wisdom teeth removed and is now under the meds needed to keep the pain away.
Soon, Kaeya wakes up to a face of an angel staring at him. Staring, his mind foggy, he blurts out his first thought, now wide-eyed and dazzled, "Holy Archons, marry me."
The redheaded angel looks startled before he bites his lips, holding in laughter. "I'm already married."
Kaeya is devastated, tears starting to gather at the corner of his eye. "Whaaaattt, nooooooo—"
"Mm. He's a wonderful husband and I plan to stay by his side for many years."
Kaeya averts his gaze, his chest somehow aching up a storm at the admission despite the fact that he just met the other. "Well... I sincerely hope you'll enjoy the ends of your days together."
Just as the words leave Kaeya's mouth, a hand grabs hold of his own. A metallic tink! makes Kaeya blink, looking down towards their hands.
Something clicks.
Golden bands, shiny and matching and perfect, wink merrily under the fluorescent lights, stars in the night.
Gasping, Kaeya snaps his head towards the angel. "We're married?!"
A wide smile, a firm nod. "Yes, Kaeya, we're married. Have been for two years."
