I know I haven't been super active on here (or much anywhere lately 😂), but I'm still chugging along on my original. It's been very slow, but somewhat steady, and that's all I can hope for. 🫀 This has definitely been my main focus this past year. The hardest part about writing an original is that I can't share it with all of you once I finish a chapter. 😭
As for fanfiction writing, I haven't done as much. I've rewritten some of my Ilvermorny Tomione, but that's pretty much it. I think about writing it a lot, if that counts? 🫠
(Fics I read throughout the day yesterday and enjoyed) [tentatively trying direct links again, tumblr seems to be behaving lately]
The Sunbeam Chronicles series by ninjawrites
Zuko adopts a baby by accident and finds purpose in life.
By the Light of the Sun Part 1
“Have you decided on a name?” Uncle says one day.
He furrows his brows and takes a moment to process the question. “I shouldn’t.”
“And why not Prince Zuko?”
“Her real family should name her.” Zuko says after a few moments. “Whoever they will be.”
Uncle looks at him with something Zuko can’t decipher. “You saved her, did you not? Both her life and her future. If anyone deserves that honor nephew, it is you.”
When Zuko encounters Aang and Katara in the Ba Sing Se catacombs, he makes a vastly different choice. What they don’t realize however, is that he's not just fighting for himself anymore.
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A Glimmer on The Waves Part 2
Hakoda and Zuko have a talk about fatherhood aboard their captured Fire Nation ship.
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In The Land of The Setting Sun Part 3
With no other choice, Zuko brings his new daughter back to the homeland he hasn't seen in years. He only hopes he can keep her safe as the gang moves through enemy territory.
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Another Chance by ninjawrites
The last thing he remembers is being struck by Azula's lightning on the fateful day of the comet, but when Zuko opens his eyes he is faced with an Avatar's innocent question of friendship. Has he failed at bringing balance to the world or is this the Spirit's giving him another chance?
All he knows is he's not going to mess it up this time.
TIME TRAVEL FIX IT HELL YEAH!!!!
The gaang may or may not have failed at sozin’s comet but Zuko probably died and is now all the way back to when he got shot in the head with a arrow. I LOVE time travel Fics! I LOVE do-overs! I LOVE when characters get to see things again from a new perspective!!!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Original Characters
Additional Tags: Aromantic Asexual Keith, diplomatic mission, Damsel in Distress, Fantastic Racism, Socially Awkward Keith (Voltron), slight image of blood, its the bad guy so its okay, Towards end of season 2, but a tad canon divergent, Aromantic Asexual Pidge | Katie Holt
Summary:
If there is anything Keith hates more than socializing, it's dancing.
On a diplomatic mission with the paladins, Keith meets the princess of his dreams, or so to speak. However, this isn’t your usual damsel in distress.
A/N: This is the first Krinx I've ever done, so it'll probably be a rarity of mine. But this is for Gabby. My arm fucking hurts and I've had a bad day so as soon as this is posted I'm gonna watch youtube videos and hide from the world, probably go to bed.
Word Count: 1,034
"Whenever you lose someone, you try to remember the last time you saw them. And most of the time, it's a blurry memory, because at that time you had no idea it would be the last." —Hedonist Poet.
Her mind kept traveling back to before it happened, to things she could've said to stop Krism from going out. 'No, dear, we can get it tomorrow. Don't worry,' or 'I'll get them, you just record,' anything to keep her from the hell Minx found surrounding her now. "Minx? Oh, thank fuck you're okay," the rather thick british accent brought Minx back to the present, relief washing over at the sight of a familiar face.
Ziegs was quick to wrap her friend in a hug, tone changing when she noticed something. "Where's Krism?" Ziegs asked, voice suspicious and worried as she stepped away from her newlywed friend. Minx looked away, eyes searching the rubble that surrounded them, the only evidence of the earthquake that had just passed. Entire buildings had been taken down, certain parts of the street buckling over and folding over other parts or leaving huge cracks as proof of their inability to stretch.
The silence that lapsed between the two was nothing short of worrying, Minx eventually letting out a sigh,"I don't know, but I'm going to find her," her tone was set with determination, Ziegs fully understanding she wouldn't be able to stop Minx. The former instead nods, replying with,"I hope you find her. Good luck," and walking away to find what was left of her own home.
.:.
The more she walked, the more Minx's worry grew. After a few fruitless hours, her worry doubled. By half past noon, she was losing her mind with worry. Being alone wasn't really helping, having seen no one since she ran into Ziegs hours past. Her thoughts began flying around her, all asking the same question--"What if she died?"
The thoughts tore her down until Minx collapsed in the street, ears deaf to the footfalls that resounded louder and louder until they stopped at her side. "Minx? Minx!" The voice managed to get through to her and she looked up to see a familiar face. The man had his usual glasses on, long brown hair dangling around his face and that usual red streak getting right in Minx's eyes. She didn't mind, of course, since her own purple streak of hair often did the same.
The Brit cracked the tiniest of relieved smiles at the sight of her youtube friend. "Hi, Dave," she replied, taking his offered hand and standing. He asked a few of the typical questions, but changed his tone when he recognized something was wrong and what exactly that was. "You're worried about Krism," he eventually said, eyes never leaving her face.
Minx just nods, wiping away the few stray tears she hadn't realized made their way onto her face. "I'll help you look," he graciously offers, staying silent when Minx shakes her head. "I can find her on my own, thanks. You should be at your home, anyway," she tries to crack a fake smile to reassure Dave before walking away in a new direction.
.:.
Walking alone throughout the destroyed ruins of the city made Minx's mind wander back to the topic of 'What if Krism died?' On which her current thoughts were rather adamantly against. 'There's no way she could've died, it isn't that bad. Look at all the living people, she's fine.' The words were practically on repeat in her head, feebly trying to reassure the woman that her new wife was fine.
After a few hours, the question of her wife's safety bore on to the point that she began to wonder if maybe she was..wrong. 'Krism isn't dead...is she?' the question whimpered on, this time with a sadder tone to it. It took a few minutes to scour about in her own mind for any desperate reason that Krism was alive, even if it was just an excuse.
The self doubt grew in to become anger, however mostly directed at herself. She had no real reason to blame herself, but she did and Minx blamed herself for everything. It tore her down and was one of the things that wasted away at her soul every night when she was 'sleeping'. Krism was the light of her life, and she'd been ripped away far too soon.
.:.
Minx was unsure how she'd ended up on her knees in the street and was even more unsure of how she had failed to be hit by a car, but right when she got up a huge truck came barreling toward her. For some reason, she wasn't hit with the paralyzingly fear of "I'm about to die, oh god" that hit everyone else, but instead accepted death under the pretense that the sole other option was life without Krism.
The car's approach seemed slowed, as though it was crawling forward at a snail's pace. In reality the car was probably going 25 kilometres per hour and Minx knew that. Minx's entire life suddenly flashed before her eyes, seeming rather dark before Krism came into her life not that long ago.
Standing there waiting for the sudden, slamming pain she was expecting took far too long for nothing to happen. Upon opening her eyes, she found herself slamming into the pavement, courtesy of her beloved Krism body slamming her out of the truck's path.
The realization that Krism was with her now suddenly hit, causing the woman to wrap her American wife in a hug. Krism gladly returned the hug, burying her face into Minx's shoulder. "I thought I'd never see you again," Minx whimpered out. Krism just rubbed her back, murmuring sweet nothings to a rather distraught Minx.
After dragging Minx out of harm's way, Krism was the one to guide Minx home. The Brit was rather clingy now, but Krism didn't mind since Minx was just relieved for her safety. "Minx?" Krism suddenly spoke up once they had found their way home. Minx hummed in response, acknowledging that she'd heard Krism call for her.
A/N: I wrote more stuff for Larka because I rather enjoy writing for my favorite community! Enjoy!
Word Count: 1095 or something like that
Starring: Sarge as Toaster, Larka as Echo, Gabby as Gamma, Vod as Callow, and brief appearances from Inky as Ebony and Mick as Glitch.
“Toaster!” Gamma’s scolding tone rang throughout the room, eyes pink and rather pissed off. “Ooh, she’s in trouble now,” Callow hummed pleasantly, leaning over the couch he was sitting on to watch Gamma stalk up to his girlfriend, who had just entered their house. “What?” Toaster almost groaned, vibrant purple eyes hidden behind her visor, which seemed rather strange to Callow. “What did you do to Sarge?” she hisses, earning a wide grin. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” she purrs, weaving around her leader and smirking as Callow gingerly touches her side.
Callow watches with a silent smirk as Gamma marches after, hands on her sides indignantly. The house was rather empty, Ebony upstairs sleeping like she always was since Inky was gone so much, and Glitch out with Echo. Callow knew more than anyone how strong Toaster’s allegiances were, and especially her biting wrath.
It took about an hour before Toaster gingerly shuffled down the stairs, eyes narrowed behind her visor. “What’s wrong with you?” Callow murmurs, earning silence as Toaster slowly shuffled outside. Callow hesitated for just a moment before following, suspicion flowing through his veins.
The suspicion grew to alarming levels when Toaster took the necessary turns to enter the shady part of town, Callow’s tail flicking uneasily behind him. The shop that Toaster entered was one that Callow was rather unfamiliar with, seeing as he’d spent little to no time in the shady areas, considering how much he feared them.
Callow ducked behind a pillar when Toaster came out, visor now gone. “What did she do…” Callow murmurs, voice low. Her next stop was to an equally shady area, hands empty and rather nervously twitching at her sides. The house was dark, Victorian by the looks of it. Men stood intimidatingly by the doors, only letting Toaster in after she spoke some soft words to them.
In short, what happened in the next fifteen minutes was simply chaos at its finest. Toaster burst out of the window, bullets and arrows flying after her. She darted down the street, Callow panicking and rushing home before Toaster noticed him.
.:.
Callow and Peony were lounging on the couch when the door abruptly swung open, Toaster leaning in the doorway. “Toaster!” Peony greeted their companion first, brown eyes widening at the chips and cracks that covered their friend. “What the hell did you do?!” Callow snaps, jumping expertly off the couch and rushing to his lover, prompting Gamma to dart down the stairs.
Toaster stood quietly, assessing her friends as Callow’s hands traced over her arms gently. “Where were you?” Callow demanded, Toaster jumping away at the question. “Nowhere,” she responds, purple eyes practically challenging Callow’s piercing green ones. “You fucking liar!” Callow snaps, Toaster backing away to the door, ready to flee.
Callow’s eyes narrowed as he stepped closer. “I followed you when you left earlier. You’ve been acting suspicious all day, wearing your visor when the sun isn’t out, shuffling around,” Callow murmurs. Gamma’s eyes suddenly flash, narrowing in fury. Her flame suddenly intensified as she stepped closer to Toaster.
.:.
Echo was lounging in her office in Dashland when the doors suddenly swung open, a rather pissed off Gamma dragging Toaster behind her. “What in the world?” Echo murmured, jumping to her feet. “I found where your black box went,” Gamma accuses, shoving Toaster in front of Echo.
Echo’s light blue eyes fixed on Toaster, stepping closer to assess her injuries. “I know,” she murmurs, pacing around Toaster as she speaks. “I noticed it was gone a few hours after she took it, so the first thing I did was check The Firewall, but I was too late. She’d already gotten loose. So I brought her back first chance I got,” she stops to glare at Toaster.
Toaster is silent, staring at the ground like a child being chastised. “You killed her, didn’t you?” Echo asks, voice stern. Toaster just smirks deviously,”That’s the million dollar question,” she chuckles. Echo steps closer, hammer in hand. “Fucking answer me!” she snaps, advancing on Toaster. Toaster just chuckles, glancing up at Echo. “Spoilers,” she smirks, voice soft like silk.
A/N : Just take it. I have no words about this for you.
Warning[s]: Death.
Word Count: 403
The hammer clicked. The barrel was at his temple. His eyes showed fear. His partner's eyes showed shock and helplessness.
Snake was rooted to the floor, but by nothing more than sheer apprehension and anxiety. Jund stared back at his partner with pleading eyes, shedding tears like a small wound would bleed. Which, incidentally, he also had, scarring his cheek. The grip of the desert eagle was behind the cut, made when Snake asked just why the man was here making all these accusations.
"You fucking screwed me! Seventy five million dollars lost. I don't know how you did it, but you stole it from the person I assigned the job to! Now, give it back before your beloved Jund sees just what is behind his eyes," the man said, pushing the gun into Jund's temple for effect.
"I don't know what you're on about! The last mission you assigned me was the last time I heard from you and knew what you were doing!" Snake retorted, trying to keep the tears from staining his view. He'd tried keeping his calm, but when the gun was pulled that idea had been thrown out the window. Now it'd been replaced by anger and panic.
"Mm, see, I don't believe you. So,"-he pulled the trigger-"Let that me a lesson to you."
Snake's ensuing scream was laced with agony and sadness, the dropping corpse of Jund having stolen his attention. His blood burst forth from the hole in his head, splattering against the wall and floor and outlining the brain matter that accompanied it. The pool formed quickly, slowly framing Snake's dead partner's face with crimson. Snake's heart tore asunder, pierced by an invisible knife he knew would've been delivered from the man who had shot Jund if given the chance.
"Get back my seventy five million, or I kill your dogs, then your friends, then anyone you walk by on the street. Next time I see your stupid fucking face, it better be hidden by my cash. If it isn't I will personally reconstruct it with my fist." With that, he left the apartment, leaving Snake to grieve in the tainted room. He couldn't bear what had just happened, and he didn't even know why this sudden turn of events had occurred in the first place. Was he framed? That question didn't enter his mind until the tears stopped falling onto his knees.
Shipping: Crake and Snund kind of I don't know what it is oh yeah its a monstrosity
Warning[s]: Death. Batman. The usual.
He fell over with a groan, clutching at his gut as his innards spilled out. "Why..." He croaked, looking up at the figure that loomed over him, shotgun still in hand. "I had to,Snake." The voice is stone cold, unlike any other night he could recall it.
His voice is barely audible and laced with bloody coughs. "Colonel..." he groans, wincing at the pain. "It had to be done." Jund's voice was firm, definite. As though he truly believed his own words. Snake just coughed up blood in response, doubling over and almost missing the loud footsteps slamming toward the bloody alley.
A loud, scared voice reveals it to be Snake's best friend. "Snake?!" Cry's worried voice rings through the cold night, causing Jund to whip around. "Cry, no!" Snake jumps up despite his weakened state, going to protect the younger but collapsing to his knees a few seconds later.
Jund wordlessly aims his gun at Cry, and with one squeeze of the trigger kills the masked man. "Cry!" Snake's yell is heart wrenching to all but Jund. "You shouldn't have left, Snake." his voice is a deadly calm as he looks down on the dying man.
Snake seems to regain some strength from Cry's death, cold blue eyes on the brink of death but fueled by his hatred for the smaller man. "I had to," Snake snaps at him,"you cheated on me!" Snake's hand is the only thing separating his guts from the cold cement as he coughed weakly. Jund just scoffed, roughly kicking Snake to the ground and pinning him there with one foot on the taller man's chest.
Jund watches Snake with a sadistic grin, "Even if I did cheat on you," he pauses to glance back at the bloodied corpse of Snake's former friend, "I wasn't the only one fucking around." His brown gaze deadpans to Snake, who is still pinned under his foot, which he slams into Snake's chest out of sheer spite.
He earns a pained groan for his effort and shakes his head. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. What a shame, all those years and I still can't make you scream," Jund, as always, finds the time for a snide comment. Snake just groans, cracking his eyes open to glare at Jund, "Not even in your wildest dreams, Campbell." he spat in return.
Jund tilts his head, a tone of pity to his voice. "I don't think you're in a position to be making remarks like that." He points out, slamming the butt of his gun into Snake's side, earning a faint, pained yelp. Jund goes to say something, but the sound of police sirens shuts him up. "I'll see you later" he goes to leave, stopping to add “If you live, that is."
.:.
The next morning's newspaper headline is nothing short of disappointing to Jund, 'Billionaire Sioux Wayne in critical condition after alley shooting', and the occasional, 'Civilian found dead after alley slaughter'. Jund growls to himself, slamming his fist into the chair. "Son of a bitch!" He growls, jumping to his feet. "The fucker lived," he sighs,raking one hand through his hair, "And he's probably out to get me...”
The headlines next week proved him right. 'Masked vigilante claims title of "Batman"!', he was 'Batman' and he was everywhere. Jund sighs, rubbing his face and feeling his scars, still fresh from that night. He hadn't intended to kill Snake, not at first. The gun was for his own safety more so than anything else.
But then the fucker had said "You should smile more." Since Snake was a sadistic bastard, he'd decided that he would make Jund smile. And Jund knew that this wasn't the end to his payback. Oh, no. He had a special surprise in store this time.
