rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.
Most hits: Sandwiched (6289 hits) Bitesized Trephacard bondage!
Second most kudos: In the library lies a revelation (287 kudos) My first Trephacard
Third most comments: Into Your Confidence (17 comments) the trans Alucard fic!
Fourth most bookmarks: In the library lies a revelation again (27 bookmarks)
Fifth most words: In the library lies a revelation AGAIN again (2200 words)
Fic with the fewest words: It Barely Counts at 3am (384) Hawkeyes making... questionable choices
for the sake of variety, the runners up for the 3 categories that got the same fic (all Trephacard unsuprisingly): 3rd most kudos: Bones of ice, hearts on fire, 5th most bookmarks: Loving Stupidly in the Ruins, 4th most words: Leather, Silk, Lace, Skin
Tagging if you fancy it: @hacash @starrypawz @githjanken @elodieunderglass @chloefraazer and anyone else who like the look of it
They love humans, you see. Fairy love is different from human love. When a fairy loves, they will do whatever it takes to be with what they love.
They love to play with humans, and they do not always know when their play hurts. Humans are fragile, after all, and when the fae play, they care only for their own fun.
I told you before, did I not? Fairy love is different from human love.
Tilly’s Wayward Adventures: Call Me Columbus (2/?)
Hi folkes, yes I finally got round to finishing chapter two!
Also on AO3 and my Wattpad.
Summary: "To live, is an awfully big adventure," Her papa used to tell her, and that's exactly what she did. Travelling the cities of Europe, Tilly has already had quite the adventure. But now she's presented with an adventure that came completely unexpected when she spends the week in Rome... meeting a girl named Robyn. AU in which Tilly (Alice) is backpacking around Europe, now in Rome, where she bumps into the love of her life, not that she knows that of course. Its an unexpected journey that will leave a wayward Tilly in unchartered territory from beginning to finish.
Chapter Summary: Tilly’s exploring the city. She should also look where she’s going.
As she turned the next corner, there was another charming shop that laid within these worn and winding streets. How perfectly quaint. Tilly passed a window with fresh fruits sitting neatly upon each other, just waiting to be used. She almost walked past, almost went straight past without a second glance. But then took a few steps back and peered in, there was so much to choose from. Tilly grinned and leapt towards the entrance as the day called for her to cool down.
How better than ice cream? Well, Gelato as it was called here.
She wouldn't have been surprised if they'd said they had a hundred flavours because she could hardly see them all behind the glass. Beautifully bright colours sat lined in their containers all each uniquely different. All waiting for her to eat them. After much deliberation, she finally decided on a flavor… and that was mostly a guess as she couldn't actually read Italian. Not yet anyway.
Armed with her soft scoop in one hand, and map in the other, Tilly set off down the street until she came to a crossing. She barely stopped herself as she hadn't even realised she'd reached the road. In fact, she didn’t stop herself as she crashed right into the woman in front of her.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Tilly apologised quickly, watching as her ice cream dripped down the arm of a perfect stranger. She was gearing up to be shouted at in all kinds of Italian cuss words as the girl turned.
"A couple more drops and you can call me a cone." The girl laughed, then used her finger to wipe off the ice cream running down her arm. "Mmm, what flavour is that?"
Tilly was slightly speechless. No stranger had ever reacted that great before and she'd visited a fair few countries now. The two girls hadn't even realised the lights turned from green to red, allowing them to cross. Both were seemingly swept up in the accidental greeting.
"Um..." Tilly gulped again and tried to find her words, "Marmalade. I am so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going and-"
The girl simply shrugged, "Don't worry about it. I just got free Gelato. You on the other hand, just lost yours." They both looked at the yellowy product now melting on the ground. "Maybe I can make up for that?" The girl asked, and again Tilly was completely astounded. It had been her fault, why was this girl being entirely lovely about it?
"Um, okay, but let me buy you one, it was my fault and-"
"Chill, come on, I said it was no problem. What's the point in worrying about it anyway? Name's Margot by the way. With a T."
"Targo?” Tilly asked with fixed confusion, her head titling to the side.
“Other end.” Margot laughed.
“Oh.” Tilly realised, glancing down at her feet, “I'm Tilly."
They crossed the street, this time looking where they were going, and over to a bistro. There were chairs and tables out in the sunshine, and walking inside it was almost as if you weren’t. The front of the bistro had floor to ceiling doors that ran the length of the establishment and were opened all the way, framing the road and courtyard outside. It wasn’t overly busy, which would make finding a seat easier. Tilly quickly dashed to the loo before returning to find her new friend chatting with one of the staff.
She smiled at her sweetly then they strode to the counter. A smaller ensemble of Gelato sat behind the glass but it looked just as delicious.
"Maybe I'll go for a different flavour, so hopefully it has different results." Tilly giggled nervously.
"Any or you got one in mind?" Margot asked her as they each scanned the confectionary behind the glass.
"Rum and raisin. What about you?"
"Pistachio. Never liked it until I came here."
They sat down with their treat and just took in the city. It was bustling with all kinds of people doing all kind of things. Some were clearly tourists as they took out their maps, and others shouted to their partners about where the nearest water bottle was located in their backpacks; despite the adamant shouting, it was usually in the side pocket. Tilly observed her entertainment and grinned at the squabbling. Other people sat enjoying the sun and listening to the soft acoustics of guitar in the background. Some car beeped for the scooter riders to get out their way, beeped loudly in fact… until they moved. One scooter owner decided to shout a few words in Italian that Tilly imagined weren’t particularly pleasant. Another man walked past the bistro, a mound of pizza boxes in his arms, and giving a disgruntled huff into his phone that was lodged between his ear and shoulder. She could hear the giggles of children splashing water at each other by the fountain, and fresh smells of baked dough filled her nostrils. It really was a beautiful start in this new city, uniquely spectacular just like all the others.
"So, what are you doing here?" Margot’s voice drew her away from the peaceful people-watching and to the beautiful face that sat opposite her.
Her brows knitted together and she looked at her cone, "Um, eating Gelato-"
"No, in Italy. You're clearly not from here." Margot laughed. This girl’s obliviousness was adorable.
Tilly sunk down in her chair a little bit. "Oh, is it that obvious?"
"Yeah, I didn't wanna tell you I noticed you walk in the guy’s restroom and back out to the right ones, but I did. It kinda confirmed my suspicion." She giggled again at the memory.
Tilly blushed, she didn't think anybody had seen that... other than the bloke in the loo's that was equally as surprised to see her.
"I'm-I'm um, just exploring. Seeing where the world takes me and right now, it's Rome."
"Well Columbus, if you need a tour guide I'd be happy to help."
The girl's eyes widened, suddenly sitting up in her chair. Really? Was this gorgeous woman asking her, Tilly, to spend more time with her? Absolutely! But... people weren't usually so welcoming, what was this girl's catch?
"That'd be great. Provided you're not some serial killer, I'm not sure my Papa would agree with that sort of company." She mused.
Margot smirked, "Only time will tell." Then her eyes grew wider and her grin made her cheeks dimple, "Hey! You should come out with us tonight. They're putting on some party at this abandoned building, totally legal though. And it won't just be me and you, my friends are coming too."
She mulled over the proposition a moment. Abandoned building. Stranger she'd only just met. Nighttime activities. All these screamed death be upon you, and yet Tilly only found the pure and genuine offer by the perfect stranger. The opportunity to spend the night with her was all too tempting, and hey, she'd just got here, why not have some fun.
"Um, alright. I haven't got any plans."
Margot cocked a brow, "Great! I've heard its gonna be a killer."
"Where have you been?" Kilik asked, looking up. Casper, sat beside him, gently tugged the charm out of Kilik's hands and tried to finish it, but wasn't quite fast enough to tie all the knots before it set.
"Mail," Harv repeated, rolling his eyes.
"It's been hours."
"Has it?" Harv's voice was dry as the desert.
"I think I ruined it," Casper said quietly.
"No, it's stable," Kilik replied, his attention pulled back to the unfinished charm. "How did you…?" He and Casper picked at the knots in the charm, slowly unraveling it while Oscar sorted through the mail.
i’ve been sitting on this WIP since [checks notes] december, which was about when @redphlox started talking sweet toxic sweet dabihawks to me. i couldn’t figure out how to end it ever, but in honor of DabiHawks Week (@dabihawksweek20) and specifically Day 7, happy ending / canon fix-it, i thought i’d wrap it up and post. enjoy! ♥
ps/warning: this one’s a lil spicy ;)
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It was supposed to be a joke.
Dabi doesn’t like Hawks. To be fair, Hawks doesn’t like Dabi, either— Hawks is a hero with standards, dammit, and more sense than to let sentimentality trip him up— except then Hawks got comfortable (which was dangerous and stupid of him) and Dabi was just the best at giving what he got (definitely not sexy at all) and Hawks might have gotten the tiniest baby fledgling crush.
He’s not in love— Hawks is not stupid, he’s a hero infiltrating a den of villains, he’s not about to fall in love with the enemy— but Dabi might be a little bit cute, okay, that’s all.
That’s all.
They’re in the middle of the best kiss he’s ever had when it occurs to him that that is, perhaps, not actually all.
Dabi’s contented sigh does not help.
Look. It’s not his fault, okay? Dabi is the one who decided to browse his phone while leaning against a wall. That’s basically begging for a kabe-don.
Hawks can’t resist a good meme. He sidles up next to Dabi and slaps a palm against the wall next to the villain’s face.
Dabi goes still.
Hawks leans in close. “Hey,” he says, waggling his brows and clenching his abs for the punch he knows is coming.
Dabi doesn’t sneer or roll his eyes or shove him away. He just slowly, so slowly, looks up from his phone, and Hawks finds himself arrested by their intensity.
Thankfully, his mouth works faster than his brain, so he isn’t caught staring like a love-struck fool. “I might get the wrong idea if you keep looking at me like that.”
Apparently, he gets to blabber like a love-struck fool instead.
But Dabi still doesn’t snort or scoff. Instead he relaxes slightly, his shoulders dropping almost imperceptibly as he lowers his phone. “Yeah? What idea is that supposed to be?”
And because Hawks has not a single fiber of self-control, he says, “This,” and kisses Dabi directly on the lips.
They’re softer than Hawks expects, papery and hot, hotter than Hawks ever could have guessed. Dabi’s tongue is hotter still.
Warm arms wrap around Hawks’s waist, grinding them together. There’s an uncomfortable tightness in his pants, but it’s the noticeable lump in Dabi’s that makes Hawks pull away from the kiss.
What the fuck is he doing, he wonders as he watches Dabi’s eyes flicker open. Those stupid eyes.
“What the fuck did you stop for,” Dabi says. He looks as smug as a cat. It’s really fucking hot.
Hawks is not entirely sure what he stopped for either, but Toga gives him a reason very quickly when she squeals with delight.
“Making out in public!” she trills. “Ohmigawd, you’re not even together yet, you horny bastards!”
“Fuck off,” Dabi snaps, but he smirks that stupid smirk, and his arms squeeze even tighter around Hawks’s waist, burning hot. Burning.
“Fuck!” Hawks hisses, shoving himself out of Dabi’s hold.
Dabi snickers. Toga loses her mind.
“Shut the fuck up, you crazy bitch,” Hawks squawks. He pats at his smoldering clothes until they go out.
He’s painfully hard. Thank fuck for his baggy pants.
“Meeting time,” Dabi says lazily, and slouches off like he’s not turned on. Smug bastard.
Hawks trails behind him and Toga, who is still squealing. Focus, birdbrain, he tells himself. He’s on hero business. He needs to stop thinking about Dabi’s eyes and arms and mouth and d—
Kid is the proud son of the leader of Tamashi. He knows his place in the world, and his obligations: he must be the cleverest and strongest person in the land so that he can carry on his father's work.
Soul is the disgraced son of a wealthy merchant family. He was never supposed to be a ninja. Then again, he never wanted to be a merchant, either.
Naruto AU. Slowburn, slice-of-life.
so not only is it posting day for resbang, it is march's @se-rarepair-day and i must recognize them for inspiring the one-shot that planted this particular story in my heart! (did i mean for this to be my march entry? noooooo but also you can’t prove it’s not)
link to the fic on ao3 is sourced and in the notes because tumblr is broken asf.
come love on my artist @heliozi HERE!
all my love to the beta squad: @arialis @happyisahabit @nainakh
and the obligatory shout-out to @resbangmod for hosting this event once again ♥
Black Star bursts from the library, grinning from ear to ear. “Lighten up, Maka!” he yells over his shoulder.
“Fight me!” Maka roars back at him.
“Bite you?”
His suggestive tone makes Maka blush harder. She screeches wordlessly.
Black throws his head back in a full-bodied laugh. “It’s a shame everyone else is in class! They’re missing out on seeing you like this, most charming Maka Albarn!”
