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[icescrabblerjerky]

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Heya, some of you (actually a lot of you) know my other life as a writer and this is my thing! I don't cross post a lot but it's not so hard to make the connections, still, for some of you who don't know, here you go!

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[asylos]

Cleaning the Model City

by Asylos Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Reeve Tuesti/Vincent Valentine Characters: Reeve Tuesti, Vincent Valentine Additional Tags: Alternate Canon, Power Wash Sim, Late Night Work

Summary: Reeve's point of view during the Power Wash Sim.

[mirintala]

Tagged by @missingmywing

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don't be shy and share anyway.

It started out so noble. Justice. It made me sick to my stomach at first, knowing I’d killed a man. The simple act of writing down a name. (The Fall From Grace)

Rufus stared in the mirror and sighed, undoing the tie and starting from scratch again. This time he finally got it right. And just in time too, as a knock came at the door. He met Tseng at the door. The man shook his head and reached out his dark gloved hands to adjust the tie. Rufus gave him a slight nod of thanks but said nothing. Not out here, not where others could overhear. That would be showing weakness, and neither of them would permit that.  (The White Rose and the White Suit (Rare Pair Request))

"So how come," Reno said, tugging on a long strand of silver-grey hair, "you were always playing second fiddle when you're the one who looks more like the bastard?" (I'm Glad You're You, Even If It Means You're *You* (Rare Pair Request))

“Look, Wedge, we’ve known each other a long time,” Biggs began, after a deep breath, eyes closed for the moment. He hesitated for the moment, waiting for Wedge to coax him onward. When his companion didn’t say anything he cracked one eye open, then the other. And sighed. “Wedge, could… could you put the cats down for a second, I’m trying to be serious here for a minute.” (I Have Felines For You (Rare Pair Request))

“You’re supposed to be resting,” Elfe said, leaning on the door jamb as she stood in the middle of the doorway. (Give The Swords A Rest (Rare Pair Request))

It was the last place Cloud expected to seek refuge when he left Seventh Heaven. No, when he ran away . He needed to stop lying to himself about that. No matter how things were now, when he’d left he was running away. Running from dealing with explaining what was going on in his head, with dealing with the pity, the sympathy, the worried looks and the “we’ll figure this out somehow, like a family”. Running away most of all from the look of fear in the eyes of the children, especially Denzel, that their hero was dying and there was nothing to be done about it. And if he was dying… what hope was there for them? He was letting them down. So yes, he had run away. But the Turks had found him, had brought him here and he had found… had found that he had more in common with Rufus Gaia damned ShinRa than he had thought possible. (Running From Your Problems Only Finds You New Ones (Rare Pair Request))

Aerith was startled to see someone was in the church already when she arrived. The sun was just starting to cascade down through the hole in the roof, highlighting the man that was kneeling down in the flowers, brightening the already bright red of his hair. “What are you doing here?” she asked, hands on her hips, rousing the best imitation of irritation she could. (Keep Off The Damn Flowers (Rare Pair Week Request))

After the abandoned house with its long dried bloodstained floor, after I've shared my 'origin story', we've connected even more, after that, we end up at the diner. I see now what's keeping her here, in this town. Guilt. Not her own. She wants to burn this town down just as much as I do. I made a mistake leaving her at the party. "When I look at you, I know I can tell you the truth," I tell her. "I'm not afraid of these people. I'm not afraid anymore. You tell me that you want to burn it down, or you tell me you want to burn it to the ground-" (I'll Light The Match)

Kirsty takes the box from the detective, and forces a sad smile, and a thank you. She wonders how he possibly thinks she would even want “something to remember him by” when he had just finished telling her that he was a serial murderer. When she had just told him that the man had killed himself in front of her, and nearly killed her in a car wreck as a result. (After the Crash)

Ok that feels like a giant wall of text and the next one is the dracula daily responses, so I'll stop there. Gonna tag @idridian :D I'm not sure who else hasn't been tagged yet because I've been offline a few days. @allsortsoflicorice @the--calamity @wandererriha if you haven't already

[ffviirarepairweek]

Can I request a Sephiroth x Elfé fic based on the “self care” prompt? 👉🏼👈🏼

Here you go anon! I hope it satisfies your request.

Give The Swords A Rest

By Asylos/Mirintala

AO3 Link

“You’re supposed to be resting,” Elfe said, leaning on the door jamb as she stood in the middle of the doorway.

Sephiroth paused in his attacks and looked back at her over his shoulder, “I couldn’t sleep.” He took another swing at the practice dummy.

“That’s no excuse for being out here. You could have grabbed a book, or even watched some tv. Put the sword down.” The strikes came fast and furious against the wooden figure, splinters flying off in all directions. She stepped further into the room, and rested a hand on his shoulder. He stopped, and let his arms fall to his sides, the sword dangling loosely in one hand. She took it from him. He turned, just a bit, enough to be able to rest his forehead against hers. “You don’t know how to rest, do you,” she murmured.

He let out a soft laugh, and the sound of it broke her heart a little. “You’re not much better. How late were you up finishing reports?” She started to protest, to explain that they needed to be done before their vacation started, but he cupped her face with his hands, the rough callouses brushing against her cheeks as he tilted her face upwards so he could kiss her gently. “Very well, let us try together.” He took the sword from her and gave it a quick wipe with the cloth hanging near the rack before putting it into its holder.

It took the better part of twenty minutes to fill the bathtub. Sephiroth hadn’t expected it would take so long, he never used it much himself. He generally stuck to the shower – it was quicker, and he was usually trying to wash off the dirt and grime of battle, which was not something one wanted to soak in. Elfe had added some powder to the water as it was filling. He wasn’t sure what exactly, but the smell was certainly something. To his enhanced senses it was just borderline of being too much, but she had watched him carefully as she was pouring it to make sure it wasn’t. It was the kind of consideration he had come to expect from her, but swore he would never take for granted. He tried to tell her as much, but the words just weren’t coming out, and she just shushed him with a finger to his lips. The look in her eyes showed her understanding, and that it was enough. There was no need for words between them in this any more than there was when they fought together.  

She stepped into the tub first, water barely moving as she slipped beneath it. She held out a hand, and he took it. The water sloshed a bit over the edge of the tub as his mass displaced it. They had filled it just a bit too much. No matter, the floor was tile. She guided him down and he settled in between her legs, leaning back against her chest. The tub was more than big enough to accommodate them without needing to stick his feet up out of the water. His head rested against her chest, between her breasts, with the water just grazing the bottom of his chin. She gently brushed his hair to the sides of his face where it started to stick from the moisture rising in the steamy air. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

“This is nice,” she said. He hummed his agreement and she smiled against the top of his head. 

“I’m glad you agree.” She wrapped her arms around him under the water, and he rested his hands on top of her arms. They stayed, content to hold each other in the water, until it started to cool, and Elfe finally had to admit to herself that the position was starting to stir more aches than the water was easing. At first, she just tried to shift her bottom a little, to reposition herself and her legs that had started to fall asleep. The subtle movement was enough to startle Sephiroth awake, however. He sat up quickly, splashing water out of the tub on all sides. His hands gripped the sides of the tub as he looked around in a panic, before realizing where he was, and with who.

“Sorry,” he quickly apologized. He climbed out of the tub and wrapped himself in a towel, then offered her a hand up. A second towel quickly enveloped her to protect her from the chill of the open air. The towel was warm, having been resting on a warming rack, one of the few luxuries Sephiroth had insisted on himself for the bathroom. She let him dry off her hair, which took far less time than his would.

“I think,” she said, “this is a successful first step in vacationing.”

[violentcollisionofstars]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Tales from the Borderlands - Fandom, Borderlands (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Handsome Jack/Rhys (Borderlands) Characters: Handsome Jack (Borderlands), Rhys (Borderlands), August (Borderlands), Hugo Vasquez, Sasha (Borderlands) Additional Tags: Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-con Elements, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Character Death, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Murder, Blood, Sex, so much sex, murderboner, that's definitely happening there, Dom/sub Undertones, Asphyxiation, Forced Orgasm Summary:

Handsome Jack plans to see Pandora free of bandits, even if he has to kill them all himself. Giving up on his programming career, and disenfranchised with vault hunting, he turns vigilante. The last thing he expected was to have his interest captured by the bartender in a skag hole of a bandit bar. Someone who clearly wasn’t from around here, and had no idea what he was going to be dragged into.

A collaboration between Asylos/Mirintala and Fish/Letters_in_Green. 

Art used with artist’s permission, do not repost. Contact @asylos for details if required.

[ff7central]

ShinRa's Home for Growing Boys

(2195 words) by Asylos Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Lucrecia Crescent, Gast Faremis, Vincent Valentine, Ifalna (Compilation of FFVII), Gillian Hewley, Sephiroth (Compilation of FFVII) Additional Tags: Shinra Mansion | Shinra Manor (Compilation of FFVII), Other Children Are Present, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hojo is dead

Summary:

A gift for my lovely co-mod - LadyKF

Prompt: Lucrecia fights back. Hojo wouldn't let her see her son? Hojo isn't the only one who was trained to fight, and Grimoire Valentine's star student didn't miss. This time, Hojo's "MIA" - and the story Lucrecia tells about the what and why of it is up to you. Things are... complicated, with Vincent, but whether or not Sephiroth is his son (I like it, but your call) he loves the boy's mother and will protect them both - as soon as he recovers.

Gillian's worries are listened to and she's brought back to ShinRa to replace Hollander. Who adopts Genesis is up to you (the Rhapsodos? the Hewleys? the Gasts? someone else?) Gast, obviously, never dies. What does become of him, defector or otherwise, is up to you.

I'd love a fanfic or comic detailing how this could have gone down - OR a slice of life piece/pic later that gives a window into this very different world.

Hopeful tone if not an explicitly happy ending.

[iwantutobehapppier]

Happy Chanukah

Pairing: James ‘Bucky’ Barnes x Reader

Summary: It’s the final night of Chanukah, after the food is eaten and dreidle game over you’re left to reflect on the end of another holiday season. Bucky won’t let you feel down during the happiest time of the year and seeks to comfort you his favorite way.

Warning: Smut 18+ Only, cock warming, its all so soft and I don’t know how that happened.

Word Count: 890ish

A/N: Happy final night of Chanukah! I thought since I started it Chanukah themed smut I’ll end it with some too. I hope everyone’s holidays were wonderful and spent just how you wanted them to be. Thank you for being patience and sending me SO MUCH LOVE! I am overwhelmed by all of your kind words and sexual frustration haha. I’ve got some other stuff in the works that I’ll get back to now that this over but I cannot tell you how much of a joy it has been doing an event for my own religious holiday. Meant a lot. Without further ado some soft cock warming Bucky. 

The flickering light of your Chanukah menorah was welcomed and bright in your living room. All 9 candles, including the Shammash lit, reminded you of your childhood. The excitement of the final night of Chanukah meant the biggest present as a kid.

Now it meant the eight nights of generational traditions were complete. You curled up into Bucky’s warm embrace on the couch. Christmas had come and gone, you two exchanging gifts but nothing big. After all, the two of you were out on missions for most of the month. You had only been able to light the menorah the final night of Chanukah, that just made it mean even more to you.

Bucky’s flesh arm wrapped around you tight, his metal hand holding a book you had gotten him. ‘Astrophysics for People in a Hurry.’ You knew it was perfect for Bucky and his love of science. It wasn’t so complicated he couldn’t understand it but wasn’t so simple that he wouldn’t feel engaged while reading. He was speeding through it with his flesh arm wrapped around your back, resting on his chest was your favorite spot. 

A soft sigh escaped you, the candles were almost burnt out. Steve and Sam had come over earlier to eat brisket, latkes and play a little bit of dreidel. Bucky accused Sam of having a loaded dreidel after his fourth win in a row. It meant everything to you that they would want to partake in your faith and traditions. You almost wish it had been the whole team and your family.

However, your life as an Avenger was not always conducive for that type of celebration. How did Tony pull it off? Perhaps you could get him to plan a Chanukah party for you next year? The flickering of a light going out on the menorah pulled another sigh from you. Why did the end of Chanukah always bring such a feeling of remorse, was it the oncoming new year? 

Bucky picking up on the shift in your mood sat his book down, his metal hand cupping your cheek. You lift your head up, seeing the soft lines on his brow furrowed. “Baby?” the cadence of his voice sent warmth throughout you. “You okay there?”

“Just being nostalgic and upset the holiday season is over,” His brow softens fingers petting your face, you nuzzle into his attentions. 

“Oh no, I can’t have my baby bein’ sad.” Sitting up straighter he pulls you into his lap, placing your back to his chest, his hand push your short dress up. Oh he was going to comfort you that way.

A metal hand pulls your underwear off, you lift your legs in the air to help. Enjoying your eagerness to be taken care of by him he chuckles. Pressing his face into your neck you tilt your head to the side giving him more room, he rewards with soft kisses. His flesh hand trails up and down your pussy lips, your breath hitches at the sensation. 

Slipping between the moisten lips he twirls his fingers along your clit, then dipping into your entrance bringing out your slickness. Your body always so responsive to him, only him. 

The metal hand slithers below your ass to unzip his pants to free his growing erection. His commando tendencies made for easy for your favorite ways to comfort you. Shifting around his fingers teasing you the only barrier between you and his cock. You take him in your hand giving him a leisure pump, he bites into your neck.

“No baby,” he pulls your hand off him, “This is about you.” You whimper wanting to tell him his pleasure is yours but your voice fails when he shifts your hips pressing his cock into your opening. Your slick coating the head of his cock. Your head rolls back onto his shoulder, the soft hiss he emits in your ear and the push of his cock into your scorching heat sends shivers down your body. 

“Does that feel good baby?” His voice strained, you coo an affirmation shifting your own hips down until he’s fully seated. Oh god, how good he felt like this. Hitting the deepest spots in you, the sensuousness of being one intoxicating. Bucky’s panting into your neck trying to control the desire to just pound your unrelenting heat until you’re both going to pass out. 

He knows this isn’t about the ultimate orgasm, instead its the connection, the way your walls flutter intermittently intimately embracing him, how your fingers curl into his knees. His hand holding your stomach the other cupping a breast, so soft and weighted.

Holding you like this, as one, it was his favorite way to cuddle you, to comfort you, to be with you. The two of you remain just so, letting the time pass by watching the Menorah’s lights go out one by one. The dimming light an alluring ambiance. 

“I love you,” the words sublime falling from your mouth into his ears. His hand on your stomach pushes you back further into him. Trying to truly become one with you. Nuzzling into your neck he breaths in deep, becoming drunk off of you invading all his senses. 

“Happy Chanukah baby,” warm breath on your neck at his words, you feel your eyes become heavy, the safety and love in his embrace soothing your tired body.

[miramizar]

💙 Exception to the rule chapter 6: I’ll always find you 💙

Jongwoon sighs.

Looking at the people around him, chattering about on their way to different rides and holding their balloons, he scolds himself again for coming up with the idea.

Not losing sight of each other? Yeah, right. If only the park hadn’t celebrated 20 years or whatever.

Suddenly he sees something blue flying up into the sky - a balloon. That must be Jungsoo’s, he thinks and immediately does the same thing, his own balloon floating away quickly.

“Found you.” A slender pinky hooks onto his and he turns to meet the older’s beaming face.

“Found me.”