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On my page, you'll find fics that vary in length from short oneshots to multi-chapter fics over 50K words. You'll find a variety of genres, including hurt/comfort, action/adventure, drama, fluff, angst, and (if you are 18+ years old), some soft-smut. You'll find lots of different characters and pairings appear in the stories. If you're looking for something specific, I'm happy to sift through what I've written and see if I can give you some recommendations.
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Honor to the Pack: A Redactedverse/Mulan AU [Chapter 8]
Click here to read Chapter 8 of "Honor to the Pack" on AO3! David puts Angel and the rest of the recruits through the wringer with his training methods. Nearly pushed to their edge, Angel realizes that the key to surviving might not be magic, but cleverness. Their specialty! AKA, the "Let's Get Down to Business Chapter."
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I’ve been inspired to write a little bit again, seeing some of my favourite writers return within the last few weeks with some wonderful fics cough @taelonsamada cough @dominimoonbeam
So here is a ridiculously ridiculously late fic I wrote for the absolutely wonderful @romirola. I cannot apologise more for the wait on this I’m awful but I hope you still enjoy it and I’m so excited to get caught up on your Mulan fic!!
It’s early days Milo/Sweetheart, hurt/comfort and some small confessions.
Words: 2,824
It is a light fic but please check the tags for any trigger warnings if you are feeling kind enough to read!!
Nobody had wanted this job.
Sweetheart hadn’t been surprised when their co-workers had snubbed their noses at it, not even chancing the file a second glance.
Capturing a low-life drug dealer wasn’t exactly unusual for the Department, nor was it a large achievement. Certainly not a task you should waste your time on, if you could help it.
But Sweetheart couldn’t help their curiosity getting the better of them. They’d always had a thing for the underdog.
Besides, their priority would always be to keep Dahlia safe, even if they had to push down their competitive nature to remember that sometimes.
Picking up the abandoned file and taking it to their desk, Sweetheart prepared for the usual. A man seen around parking lots leaning through car windows or a woman spending suspicious amounts of time in club bathrooms. It had only taken them a few sips of coffee and a skim read of the first page however, to realise that the summary of the case had been deceiving.
A new drug. One that enhanced your core, giving empowered people more energy to use their abilities. The perp, a young Sonal-Energetic, estimated to be between 5’9-5’11 and in his early 20’s, had been photographed around academies in Dahlia, dealing to college athletes.
There was no possible way that this man had singularly created and distributed this drug.
He was the bottom of the food chain, hunched posture and frequenting the same places, not markers of an experienced criminal.
‘Easy pickings’ as their superior would say, and if Sweetheart could be the one to arrest and question him then they’d be first choice for taking down the rest of the operation.
Sure, arresting a drug dealer wasn’t a career defining moment.
The attainment of taking down an entire empowered drug ring however, just might be.
Oh my gosh!!!! Hello, there! Thank you so much for sharing your work! Such a fun story that shows the bond between these two. I love how Sweetheart slowly realizes what's happened and what Milo is doing in the car ride. Not to mention how caring he is, especially when he reaches out to check with his magic. Loved every moment! I can't believe you remember after all this time, @arrowfleur! Well worth the wait!!
"Cause you're Milo." Ugh, the sweetest and so THEM!!
Honor to the Pack: A Redactedverse/Mulan AU [Chapter 7]
Click here to read Chapter 7 of "Honor to the Pack" on AO3! Caelum helps Angel prepare for the first official day of training. Newly appointed Alpha David Shaw meets his recruits and poses a challenge to them all.
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Honor to the Pack: A Redactedverse/Mulan AU [Chapter 7]
Click here to read Chapter 7 of "Honor to the Pack" on AO3! Caelum helps Angel prepare for the first official day of training. Newly appointed Alpha David Shaw meets his recruits and poses a challenge to them all.
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Honor to the Pack: A Redactedverse/Mulan AU [Chapter 7]
Click here to read Chapter 7 of "Honor to the Pack" on AO3! Caelum helps Angel prepare for the first official day of training. Newly appointed Alpha David Shaw meets his recruits and poses a challenge to them all.
Taglist: @us3rnam3-r3dact3d @zozo-01 @cudavianka (Want to be tagged in updates? Please let me know!)
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Honor to the Pack: A Redactedverse/Mulan AU [Chapter 6]
Click here to read Chapter 6 of "Honor to the Pack" on AO3! Alpha Gabe Shaw bestows a great honor upon his son: alpha status and the responsibility of training the new recruits that comes with it. Elated and determined to live up to his father's expectations, David sets out to turn this bunch of recruits into the greatest guard troop of all time. Right from the start, a troublemaking recruit (with a curiously cloaked core) proves to David that this might be harder than he thought... For many reasons.
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that crackship rarepair David/Huxley amnesia fic I haven't update in almost 3 years but think about a lot. <3 <3
If you want to read it from the start on AO3 - I Don't Know You.
And if you want to read the one of them getting together - What Are You Doing Here?
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tags: angst, amnesia plot, married but forgot, affair?, cute as shit,
CHAPTER 6
Huxley knew who he was.
He knew where he’d grown up.
He remembered his childhood, his teendom, and DAMN. He remembered just about everything… everything but the last three years. Everything but the start of the career he’d worked toward for ages. Everything but meeting and marrying David Shaw.
For the last month he’d been living with a stranger. Sleeping with a stranger. Circling each other so carefully that it felt like it was going to tear them both apart.
Every day he was waiting to just wake up and remember and every day that he didn’t felt like he was failing. And David… David was being so understand and nice about it but he could see the wince every time Huxley didn’t know some fundamental piece of him—of them.
It was like they were roommates dating, with the ghost of three years of a relationship looming over them.
It had felt good to get back to the rink, to spend the day running drills until he was exhausted. He wondered if getting knocked on his head again would get everything he lost back…
He remembered most of the team now, some of the newest players still just names to him. Everyone was cool about the whole thing. It had become a running joke that whenever Hux didn’t know something, it had gotten lost in the amnesia.
The only thing that felt off, was the way Carver kept watching him. They’d joined the team around the same time but they’d never been close, not that Hux remembered him all that well. Vague snippets of him making shit jokes. He was pretty sure he didn’t like the guy.
But when he got out of the shower after practice, Carver was there waiting.
Huxley pulled on his clean clothes, ignoring the guy and saying buy to Parker and Corey as they headed out.
“So, you really lost it?” Carver asked when it was just the two of them.
“What?”
“I thought you were just making it up… You know, like an excuse to get out of it?”
Huxley pulled his hoodie on. “Out of what?”
“Out of your marriage? Or I guess out of this… us…”
Huxley froze. “Us?”
Carver closed the distance between them in a few long-legged steps. They were close in height, but Hux was bigger. Carver reached out and curled a hand slowly in the front of Huxley’s hoodie. “Us,” he said again, looking him dead in the eye and putting all the heat he could into the word.
Huxley blinked.
He looked down at the hand gripping his hoodie and then up at the guy.
“No one knows,” Carver pressed. “We’ve been fucking around for months and—”
Huxley laughed. He didn’t mean to, it just came rolling out of him.
He brushed the guy’s hand off his hoodie and went back to collecting his things. “You’re full of shit, dude.”
Carver looked honestly pissed. “I have proof.”
“The hell you do.” Hux continued to laugh, shaking his head.
Carver scrambled to grab his phone, pulling up something and turning it to show him.
Hux looked, frowning slowly at the photo of himself in the shower of the locker room. His hair was shorter, so it had to have been from a year back. He looked at Carver. “You’re saying you took a picture of me while I was soaping up and that proves…”
“You knew I took it. We—”
“What are you after, man?”
“What?”
Huxley put his bag on his shoulder and cocked his head back, waiting. “What are you trying to get right now? Is it a joke or are you an asshole?”
Carver turned red. “You and me—”
Hux shook his head. “There’s never been a you and me.”
“I thought you said you had amnesia?” he snapped, an edge like he was proving something.
Huxley huffed a breath, a thin laugh. This guy was just trying to prove he was faking it? “I don’t have to remember anything to know that I’d never be with you, dude. You’re a jerk. And I’m married. I might not know what’s been going on the last few years, but I know myself.”
“You’re faking it!” Carver shouted when Hux started walking away. “You fucked up in that game and just don’t want to admit it!”
Huxley rolled his eyes and walked out of the locker room. He’d seen the footage of the game, the one where he fell and all hell broke loose. He hadn’t fucked up anything. It was a freak accident and, yeah, his team lost that night, but that wasn’t on him.
When he got outside, he spotted David’s truck and the man himself waiting outside it. He met him on the way and grabbed his bag. “How was practice?”
Hux shrugged. “Great.” And it was, if he just ignored that last five minutes in the locker room. “Do I know Carver?” He got into the passenger seat while David tossed his gear in the back.
David paused, brow pinching. “The forward on your team? I mean, you know him because you work with him…but…” he hesitated the way he always did when he was about to tell Huxley how he had felt about people and things before. Huxley loved that pause. David didn’t want to tell him how to feel, didn’t want to influence him now with who he had been before.
“I don’t like,” Huxley said. It wasn’t a question or a statement about the past.
David laughed a little. “Yeah, sounds about right. What did he do now?”
For a split second, Huxley wondered if he should tell him or not. But if he didn’t tell David, who would he tell? He turned in the seat, his legs out of the truck and knee bumping David’s hip. “He said we were having an affair before I fell.”
Whatever amusement had been on David’s face was gone. “That’s not true.”
He said it more like a fact, like he was reassuring Huxley, than he was trying to stave off some horrible possibility.
Huxley realized David would have known. He would have smelled it on him, wouldn’t he?
“You’re not that kind of person,” he said. “If you wanted to be with someone else, you would leave me first. You wouldn’t…and definitely not with that guy. You don’t even like him.”
Huxley exhaled, that sentence feeling like a punch to his stomach. The idea of leaving David physically hurt. But the fact that he knew him the way he knew himself—believed in his character and the sort of person he was… Huxley leaned out of the truck and kissed his husband. David kissed him back, relaxing into that contact. Huxley could almost feel some of the other man’s anger drain away.
When he broke the kiss and sat back into the passenger seat, David dragged a breath and rumbled. “You didn’t do anything,” he assured Huxley, clearly still pissed that someone had tried to take advantage of his amnesia.
“I know.”
David nodded, closing the door and walking around the truck. He got into the driver’s seat. “Why would he make that up?” he asked, still not a shred of doubt toward Huxley.
Hux sighed and buckled up. “Something about proving I’m faking the amnesia.” He honestly wasn’t that mad. It was stupid. He wasn’t faking anything and he didn’t need to prove anything.
David reached out and ruffled the back of Huxley’s wet hair. It was an almost subconscious thing he did something when Huxley’s hair was down. It was the reason he hadn’t tied it up yet. “I’m sorry he was a dick. But aside from that, practice was good?”
He nodded, missing that touch when David started the truck and pulled out of the lot. “You still up for the trip this weekend?”
Huxley beamed. “Hell yes.” A bunch of them were going camping. It was something that had been planned before. It used to be a pack thing, but now it was a pack thing plus some of Huxley’s friends. David said it was still a pack thing—that packs grew with families, even when not everyone in the family was shifter.
Huxley reached out to settle a hand on David’s shoulder, wanting that contact and knowing it was okay to take it. They were taking baby steps every day. He wanted all of his memories back, but he’d also realized that he’d make new ones instead if he had to. David was worth it. “Oh!” He lurched forward when he spotted the familiar café.
David tensed, startled.
Hux pointed, tapping the window. “It’s been forever. Let’s go in. I’m so hungry I could die.”
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It was a good thing they’d just stopped in traffic, because he would have slammed the breaks when Hux shouted “Oh!” like that.
He looked between his husband and the shop fronts of the street. He was pointing at the café they used to go to regularly for years. It was their usual. His heart raced but he reminded himself that Hux had probably gone before they met. He huffed a laugh to cover up that gut punch, nodding and turning on his blinker to get to some parking. “You never get real food when we go there so I don’t know why you’re saying it’s because you’re hungry…”
Huxley laughed. “Like your muffin is better? It’s cake, man. You know it’s cake, even if they throw a bunch of berries in there.”
His heart squeezed and so did his hands on the wheel, but he didn’t want to break the moment. Hux didn’t seem to realize what he was saying. They hadn’t been to this place since the accident, but he knew David’s usual order.
“Cupcakes are cake, muffins are bread,” he said what he always said when they talked about this.
Huxley was still smiling, watching the sidewalk. “Streusel is basically frosting.”
“In what fucking universe is streusel a frosting?”
“It’s the topping on a cake.”
“So are strawberries but we don’t call them frosting,” he countered, parking.
They continued to argue what made cake cake and when they walked into the café, Huxley remembered the owner and ordered their usuals. He ordered David’s usual—his much debated muffin and flat white.
DOMINI RETURN!!! And Domini return with such a sweet look at Huxley as he struggles without his memories and David as he struggles to be supportive through all the hurt. Wonderful job as always!! Thanks for sharing your work!
Honor to the Pack: A Redactedverse/Mulan AU [Chapter 6]
Click here to read Chapter 6 of "Honor to the Pack" on AO3! Alpha Gabe Shaw bestows a great honor upon his son: alpha status and the responsibility of training the new recruits that comes with it. Elated and determined to live up to his father's expectations, David sets out to turn this bunch of recruits into the greatest guard troop of all time. Right from the start, a troublemaking recruit (with a curiously cloaked core) proves to David that this might be harder than he thought... For many reasons.
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Honor to the Pack: A Redactedverse/Mulan AU [Chapter 6]
Click here to read Chapter 6 of "Honor to the Pack" on AO3! Alpha Gabe Shaw bestows a great honor upon his son: alpha status and the responsibility of training the new recruits that comes with it. Elated and determined to live up to his father's expectations, David sets out to turn this bunch of recruits into the greatest guard troop of all time. Right from the start, a troublemaking recruit (with a curiously cloaked core) proves to David that this might be harder than he thought... For many reasons.
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SPECIFICALLY Sam/Darlin and Milo/Sweetheart during the Sunbound Solstice!
We’ve seen David and Huxley during the Sunbound Solstice and we’ve seen Damien and Lasko during the Moonbound Solstice (I don’t remember if we’ve seen anyone else)
So instead of it being just one person, it would be nice to see how our Moonbound couples handle the Sunbound Solstice together!
And on a side note I’m pretty sure all of the MA’AM Crew (minus Corvus) are Moonbound so that would be nice to see as well…. Spread the poly-ma’am agenda!
It's not an audio, but since you asked, if you're interested in a fic that portrays a sunbound solstice with Milo/Sweetheart: Stubborn Stealths and Worried Wolves is on AO3!
Darlin’ shifts whenever they’re sick or feeling unwell - something about their wolf form comforts them and helps… at least a little.
Sam came home to find his wolf in a corner - a giant pillow (not a dog bed, they insisted) that they often took naps on - hiding underneath a blanket.
He frowned. Their core was tired, the ache seeping into his own joints due to the bond. Walking over with soft footsteps, he gently lifted the blanket. Darlin’ lifted their head with a little whimper before hiding their eyes under their fluffy tail.
“Sorry, Darlin’.” Sam whispered, putting the blanket back over them. Must be a migraine. He quickly went to turn the lights off before returning to the resting bundle.
Sitting cross legged, Sam pet them from above the blanket. Darlin’s snout poked out and they sniffed their way to his leg where they rested their chin on with a little huff, blanket still covering their eyes.
He chuckled. Darlin’ was always more needy when they weren’t feeling well. He shifted closer, lifting their head so they could fully rest on his lap, making sure the blanket was still covering them.
“I’ll make you some dinner in a bit. Are you hungry?”
Darlin’ huffed, nuzzling their nose into him.
“Does some chicken soup sound good?”
They nuzzled him again, tail swishing once.
“Okay.“
He stayed for a few moments more, savouring the quiet moment together. Dinner can come a bit later. For now, he just wanted to be there for them.
Honor to the Pack: A Redactedverse/Mulan AU [Chapter 5]
Click here to read Chapter 5 of "Honor to the Pack" on AO3! Angel meets their so-called guardian... the excited, the elegant, the empathetic Caelum. With their new guardian tucked in their pocket, Angel sets out for their first day at the training camp.
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Honor to the Pack: A Redactedverse/Mulan AU [Chapter 5]
Click here to read Chapter 5 of "Honor to the Pack" on AO3! Angel meets their so-called guardian... the excited, the elegant, the empathetic Caelum. With their new guardian tucked in their pocket, Angel sets out for their first day at the training camp.
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Learn more about this fic here or check out the summary/tags on AO3. Thank you for reading! Any and all feedback is welcome and cherished.
For me, Sweetheart's personality/background is purely self-insert. A lot of that is peppered throughout my fics, but since you asked, I'm going to include a short snippet from a fix called Balancing Act that gives some insight with regard to Sweetheart's relationship with their magic.
Sweetheart’s frustration wasn’t directed at Cutie at all, but they were certainly growing frustrated. Try as they might to quell those feelings, Sweetheart felt their lip curl into a snarl. It wasn’t that they resented Cutie using their powers at all. No. Sweetheart’s resentment was purely directed at themselves. They were a master at cloaking, their own feelings included, but even a Fully Certified stealth couldn’t keep those emotions hidden forever. It embarrassed Sweetheart to admit that they still hadn’t found a way to overcome the complex, confusion, guilt-inducing, altogether overwhelming emotions that took up residence in their heart ever since their powers had manifested.
Sweetheart’s parents were both freelancers, meaning that when they were a child, Sweetheart had no idea as to what their powers would be. Throughout their childhood, Sweetheart had happily imagined all the different specialties that they might be. Some days, they’d aspire to be a fire-elemental, dreaming of bending even the most roaring of fires to their will. Other times, they saw themselves as a sonal-energetic, weaving together sound waves with ease. Sweetheart even grew excited over the prospect of discovering that, like their parents, they were going to be predisposed to having command over all that the spectrum magic had to offer.
So when the day finally came, when their powers finally arrived, Sweetheart was immensely disappointed to realize that their specialty was the one that made it easier for them to disappear. To fade away. To be unnoticed. To be forgotten. To be invisible.
The thought turned their stomach.
It was no secret that Sweetheart was (and continued to be) an outgoing person. They were friendly, social, and, if they were being frank, a bit of a loud-mouthed attention-seeker. As a teenager, Sweetheart couldn’t help but feel like fate had dealt them a bad hand when they realized that out of every possible magical specialty, they had been bestowed with the type powers that hide them away from the spotlight they craved.
It was never that Sweetheart thought stealths were inherently inferior or incapable of anything compared to other magical specialties. It was just that Sweetheart hadn't expected that specialty to be theirs.
Usually, the day a child’s powers arrive is a time of celebration and excitement. Sweetheart spent the night crying as they sat on their parent’s bed, flickering from invisible to visible indiscriminately while repeating through sobs, “Why? Why is my magic just a bunch of ways to pretend I don’t exist? How can that be? What am I gonna do?”
Sweetheart’s parents tried to soothe Sweetheart’s anxiety with optimistic words and strong hugs, but the distraught teen was not convinced.
Still, as Sweetheart grew, they worked diligently to hone their skills, figuring if they had to be cursed with ‘stealthitude,’ as their uncle jokingly called it, they might as well learn how to wield their stealthiness well. And learn they did. Sweetheart studied hard to hone their skills, eventually developing the ambition to become a Department investigator, despite the fact (or, looking back, maybe becauseof the fact) that it was practically unheard of for a stealth to suit the role.
That goal led them to pursue a Full Certification Degree at D.A.M.N., which meant that they ended up learning magical skills across the spectrum of empowerment. By the time they finished their degree, Sweetheart had not only become one of the strongest stealths the Academy had ever seen, but they also performed incredibly at the variety of other magical types.
Sometimes, they couldn't help but wonder, did Sweetheart's interest in other types of magic serve as a bonus to their stealth prowess, or compensation for it?
To this day, Sweetheart never really knew what to make of the irony that they contained within themselves. They wanted to be able to say they had put those childish frustrations to bed, but honestly, Sweetheart wasn't so sure that was entirely the truth. They knew, deep down, that they still harbored more than a little guilt over feeling like their magical specialty was a hindrance to their lifestyle.
Sweetheart spent their days proving people wrong when it came to their presumptions about stealths not being qualified to serve the empowered population as an investigator. And they were damn good at defying expectations.
Still, they couldn't help but feel like they hadn't quite convinced themselves that their 'stealthitude' was a blessing to be cherished, not a challenge to be defeated.
They tried hard to shove that insecurity to the back corner of their mind, but when Sweetheart saw someone like Cutie integrate their specialty with their personality so seamlessly, they couldn't help but feel an absence within themselves. No matter how they tried, Sweetheart couldn't manage to materialize whatever was supposed to fill that hole.
For Cutie, and so many others, that tension didn’t exist. Cutie was inquisitive, empathetic and thoughtful. Their telepathic specialty seemed to complement their being. It wasn’t that Sweetheart believed any one type of magical specialty was better than the other. It wasn’t that Sweetheart believed magical specialty necessitated someone’s personality. They knew people were much too complex to be reduced to one dimension like that.
So why did Sweetheart, after earning the highest level of degree from a top institution of magical education, after phasing through glass ceilings in their career and protecting empowered society as they did it, after learning how to perfect their stealth powers while learning how to conjure up other forms of magic, feel like they lacked something?
Honor to the Pack: A Redactedverse/Mulan AU [Chapter 5]
Click here to read Chapter 5 of "Honor to the Pack" on AO3! Angel meets their so-called guardian... the excited, the elegant, the empathetic Caelum. With their new guardian tucked in their pocket, Angel sets out for their first day at the training camp.
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Learn more about this fic here or check out the summary/tags on AO3. Thank you for reading! Any and all feedback is welcome and cherished.
