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.
when stars come out to watch the daylight die, ~1200 words, hananene, rated G, hurt/comfort, fluff, in full daylight, sometimes Hanako almost disappears, and Nene gets scared
She smiles, looking up with a laugh already on the tip of her tongue. It dies in her throat as soon as she sees him.
Or, rather, doesn’t see him. He’s only a faded silhouette against the glass, lines of smoke shifting constantly, undefined.
Nene can’t help it. She drops the broom, the noise dull and yet too loud in the silence of the room. Her heart is beating so fast she thinks it might burst out of her chest, and she feels fragile, a caged bird.
«Hanako-kun!»
Sometimes, Nene forgets Hanako is a ghost. As long as he's with her, though, she doesn't mind.
夜が明けるまで (until dawn breaks), ~1600 words, hananene, rated G, just fluffy love confessions and soft first kisses
It was only a stupid joke on the back of the board game box, but it was already around two in the morning and it had the three of them cracking up as if it was comedy of the finest kind. She had laughed until her stomach hurt and she was breathless with it, until her face was red and she had happy tears streaming down her cheeks.
And then she had looked up, still chuckling a little, and Hanako had been looking right back at her, and the expression on his face had her melt with tenderness, even as she tried to hide it.
Sometimes, when he thinks no one - not even her - is going to know, Hanako looks at her with something in his eyes that makes her chest feel tight, and warms her as if she’s standing in sunlight on a spring day.
The one where they have a sleepover in the bathroom, Nene has nightmares, and looking at the moon with the person you love is the perfect time to tell them you love them.
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The Magnus Archives
i’ll say no more today , ~1600 words, jonmartin (but just in theory), rated T, a character study for Martin, lots of pining and a bunch of sad stuff
Martin catches himself staring at his chest, begging it to raise with the rhythm of a breath, even just one, just once, just enough to put a stop to the frenzied gibberish of panic playing like static in his mind.
It deafens him, makes it hard to think and harder to sleep, as if the volume of his thoughts is stuck and he can't quite reach whatever handle turns it down. He's exhausted, and yet here he stays. Keeping vigil on an uncomfortable chair as late as the nurses will let him and as often as he can possibly manage.
Kindness, he has come to find out, has its own way of marking you.
Sometimes, visiting the hospital is something Martin does more for himself than for Jon.
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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.
to a stranger, ~ 13 000 words, eruri, rated M, reincarnation AU, Angst with a Happy Ending and dramatic love confessions
For a moment, the thought feels too strange to be his. Then he remembers it's not.
It's Erwin's.
In another life. Like you get more than one, like you can afford to waste the one you've got.
An idealist to the bone.
In another life, he used to say. Only late at night, when the papers were closed off in a drawer at last, peppermint tea sweet on his tongue, Erwin's eyes hooded and soft in a way he can't forget. He would have been a teacher, like his father. He would have had kids, too.
Levi never let him go any further than that.
Erwin keeps dying, and Levi keeps finding him.
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BEASTARS
every morning, every night (I will love you the same), ~1400 words, legosi/haru/louis, domestic fluff, slice of life, just some ot3 fluff and cuddles, a cute feel-good slice of life
He’s finishing scrambling his eggs, humming softly to himself, when he hears the steps. They are clearly trying to be quiet, so he pretends he hasn’t noticed, making an effort to not wag his tail.
They attack from behind.
Louis wraps his arms around his waist, planting a kiss on his shoulder - when he looks down, Haru cranes her neck to smile at him, head resting against his leg.
It’s a normal day, but those are the ones Legosi enjoys the most.
should have loved a thunderbird instead, ~1300 words, legosi/haru/louis, domestic, mentions of blood, just Haru having to deal with her two dumbass boyfriends and their dangerous lives
Haru is more used than most people to having her boyfriend come home covered in blood. Both of her boyfriends, actually.
Most times it’s not their blood.
Legosi gets into brawls almost on a daily basis - Haru isn’t sure how, but she suspects it might be partly because he’s an idiot and partly because he never stopped helping with rampaging carnivores, even if it’s only from time to time.
[...]
With Louis, thankfully, it doesn't happen as often.
Haru never thought being in a relationship would involve so much time cleaning up blood and bandaging cuts. She always adjusted quickly, thankfully.
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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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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.
I would love to know what ur favorite hurt/comfort fics are. ❤❤ I adore ur Tumblr and ur fix so much!! If you want to recommend some of ur own fix as well with hurt Levi it would make my day!!❤❤❤
Hey Anon, thanks for your ask and apologies for taking so long to reply, I'm completely behind with fic rec asks. I've been thinking about this for a long time and I hardly know where to start. Hurt / comfort is my favourite trope hands down, so almost all my favourite fics feature hurt comfort to a greater or lesser degree. I should add that all these fics are so much more than just "hurt / comfort" though. There's a real mixed bag here, lots of old favourites and a few newer ones too, some physical hurt / comfort, some emotional, some epics, some gorgeous little one shots. I hope you find something here to enjoy.
A Little Light by @theg4yagenda
all your demons desires and dark sides by @brightlyburning1
CODA by @tidal-sehnsucht
Different Stars by @thefangirlingdead
Fall by @elivra-fanfiction
Four Years Later by @everythingshiny
HMS Maria by @lostcauses-noregrets
I wish the sea would wash you away (then bring you back to me) by kusuriuri
I'll shed my light, my love, a rising sun by @tidal-sehnsucht
I’m just hoping her estate doesn’t follow in her wishes. Maybe I’m just negative but I wouldn’t trust it until we find out what her heirs have planned.
There’s nothing they can do, if the fics are posted to AO3 and aren’t being posted for any kind of monetary gain (which they shouldn’t be because AO3 doesn’t allow that for exactly this reason).
Because here’s the first thing: fanfiction falls under fair use, for reasons, which is why so much of it exists and you don’t hear many stories about people being sued for it or creators coming after fans anymore. You’ve technically been able to post fanfic of Anne Rice stuff, but here’s the second thing: although plenty of people did post anyway, people often didn’t out of either respect for her wishes (because she was expressly against fanfic authors writing about her characters, a stance I’m given to understand she reversed in her later years) or the fandom genetic-memory fear that she would personally try to come for them.
But here’s the third thing: the estate can’t come for you directly unless you list direct contact info on AO3. Because what are they going to do? Leave a comment with a takedown notice, with no way to know if you have notifications turned on? No! AO3 has no native way to directly contact any of the authors archiving their work there. If they want to get to you, they have to go through AO3, and as long as you’re following AO3’s rules (which again are literally in place to protect you against exactly this kind of thing and specifically protect you from this actual person/estate, as her history is part of the reason AO3 exists) AO3 is going to tell them they have no ability to make you take it down. You actually won’t hear from the estate for posting on AO3, because AO3 would be the ones dealing with it for you.
So like. Take a moment and appreciate the folks who are posting freshly because they feel safer with her gone, sure. But also take a moment to appreciate that AO3 exists and protects us, and has been protecting us from their first day.
& then maybe go drop them a couple bucks to help keep the lights on so they can keep doing so.
they absolutely could sue if they pursue through whoever owns copyright ownership now and AO3 decides not to react to initial requests or dmca (i don’t know why they would invite that upon themselves)
whether you make money from it or not doesn’t change a thing and i don’t know AO3 but unless they specifically have some kind of litigation fund, precisely for this, i don’t know why they would be uniquely nonresponsive to dmca
the only reason why fanfiction doesn’t get sued into nonexistance is because ip owners choose not to pursue most of the time. probably because there’s no profit potential in doing so, like there is in other forms of content creation
“I don’t know AO3” is the most accurate thing you just said. They do, in fact have a legal team specifically for dealing with exactly this.
Additionally, when I said fanfiction falls under “fair use” I wasn’t just saying it was fair game. The USA (which is where this matters because that’s where Anne was and where I’m pretty sure AO3 is) has a doctrine within copyright law that allows limited use of copyrighted material without having to acquire permission from the copyright holder. Fair Use is used as a defense to copyright infringement claims on some things that might otherwise be considered infringement- like fanfiction.
And it’s even ABLE to be used as a defense wrt fanfiction because one of the things used to defend fanfiction is that it is transformative/derivative.
Works of fanfiction are more likely to constitute fair use if they are “transformative” with respect to the original work, if they are non-commercial, if they appropriate relatively little of the original work, and/or if they do not tend to detract from the potential market for or value of the original work.
Which is why being not-for-profit isn’t, as you seem to think, not important. It’s actually quite literally one of the backbones of why fanfiction is typically considered fair use and able to be produced and shared publicly without actually breaking copyright laws.
As for the AO3 stuff, there’s an entire article on Wikipedia with more and more accurate explanations about what happened and why, but here’s an important excerpt of it, with bold added by me for the deeply relevant bits:
[In 2007], a group of fans who engage in creating fan works and are part of the larger fan community founded the Organization for Transformative Works (OTW).[37] OTW has since advocated the legitimacy of fan fiction due its transformative nature. OTW’s position is that fan fiction and other fan labor products constitute copyright fair use under 17 U.S.C. § 107 because they add “new meaning and messages to the original” work,[38] and thus fall under the exemption to U.S. copyright law the Supreme Court defined in Campbell[39] and which was later revisited and followed in Suntrust.[40] OTW’s vision includes seeing “all fannish works recognized as legal and transformative and … accepted as a legitimate creative activity.”[41] Toward this end OTW works to educate fan writers and published writers about copyright laws, particularly the open legal questions around fan fiction and other fan works.
OTW also maintains its own fan fiction archive, the Archive of Our Own, commonly called AO3. All fan fiction on the site is recognized as non-profit derivative works.[42]
It’s not that AO3 is “unresponsive” to DMCA/copyright notifications. What I meant was that the org that runs AO3, the OTW, is willing and ready, legally, to go to bat for fandom and for the rights of fanfiction authors to produce and publicly share fanfiction without profit (and are actually even working to change copyright laws to specifically protect fanfiction authors). If you’re following the rules AO3 set forth and someone wants to come for something you posted on AO3, they will almost certainly have to go through AO3’s legal dept, and AO3 is ready for them. Because the OTW knows that when someone comes for one of us, they come for all of us.
So… as long as we sticking to the rules of fair use, CAN someone try to come for us on AO3? Enngh. Well, maybe you’re right, they can try, I suppose- if they want an expensive headache that is very likely to go nowhere… but I don’t think even the rat has crossed that boundary.
And as a last point, I just want to reiterate: the majority of people that have waited to post, waited out of respect for Anne’s historical stance or out of a valid historical fear that has not applied in a while anyway. Anne actually reversed her stance from trying to disallow fanfiction to saying what amounts to “I was afraid of it a long time ago, and I still don’t understand it now, but you do you.” So like, just on that alone, I doubt the estate would do anything in the first place.
i don’t know what other queer folks might need to hear this, but your sexual desire for someone doesn’t contaminate your love for them and it doesn’t mean you don’t respect them or see them as a complete person. and you wouldn’t be better or purer if you could love without wanting them in that way also. queer sexuality is not a contaminant that ruins queer love.
[ID: a digital drawing of Jonathan Sims from The Magnus Archives against a mauve background with a white circle at its centre.
Jon has brown skin, a stubble beard, square glasses and long gray hair that falls around his head in a mess of curls. He’s wearing gray trousers and a dark purple sweater with in white the text “sexualn’t”. In his right hand is an overstuffed folder labeled “Statement” followed by six hashes. In his left hand is a plain white mug filled to the brim. He’s looking up and to the side with a neutral expression. His nails are painted, his right hand in the colours of the bisexual flag (pink, purple, blue) and his left in the colours of the asexual flag (black, gray, white, purple). His gray hair is dark, almost black, at the roots and fades to a light gray, almost white, at the tips. In combination with the dark purple sweater, this makes a second asexual flag of sorts. /End ID]
