Seven (February 19th, 2016)

Seven (February 19th, 2016)

So starting off with the first fic I wrote FOR Ao3 waaaay back in 2016. One Punch Man was my jam, and I needed to warm back up to writing.

Fandom: One Punch Man Pairing: Multiple Ships (New One Each Chapter Basically) Warnings/Contents: This also varies from chapter to chapter. Check the notes at the top of each chapter for details. AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6056023/chapters/13883344 Word Count: 36,023 (8 chapters) Summary: A fun Seven Deadly Sins AU starring the cast from One Punch Man. There’s smut, there’s feels, theirs plot, all kinds of interest as each chapter focuses on at least one of the sins as they try to gather together to fight a rising enemy.

~Excerpt~

The thing was…

They didn’t need bodies. Bodies were a luxury, really. The Sins could freely flit around the world, moving across the globe in a split second. They were, essentially, beliefs given life, and thus, technically, omnipresent. They didn’t need to be physical to do their jobs, but most tended to prefer it that way for one reason or another. Physical bodies were for specialized enacting; when a person carried such potential that it was like walking into the most decadent hotel suite that had ever existed. You just wanted to soak in the tub, sleep in the bed, and fuck on every available surface before it was all taken away. Because bodies, like hotels, were temporary. When you found a good one, an exquisite mind and powerful heart teeming with untapped opportunity, you wanted to kick up your heels.

Aerie (July 4th, 2019)

Technically an interstitial piece of Sojourn. Chronologically it’s the first piece, as it is about Akira and Iwai meeting, but I think I placed it in the middle of the series since that is when I wrote it? It was originally part of Matryoshka, and was going to be the parts of Akira’s story that he told Mishima about. But it was a bit too jarring, and so I ended up taking it out. Once again I couldn’t bear to just delete it so...

Rating: Mature Fandom: Persona 5 Pairing: Munehisa Iwai/ Kurusu Akira (Ren Amamiya) Warnings/Contents: PAST R*pe/Non-Con (specifically discussed), Spoilers for Persona 5, Underage romance. Adult/High Schooler, established relationship, A/B/O, Akira is pretty cynincal about life. AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19471450 Word Count: 3,309 (one shot ficlet) Summary: The unseen beginning to Akira and Iwai's relationship. One little monsoon and two lives are forever redirected. “Why didn’t I meet you sooner?” “Believe me, kid,” Iwai gave a soft, self-deprecating chuckle. “You wouldn’t’a liked me much sooner than this. But ya know me now.” Can be read as a standalone, or as the chronologically first part of the Sojourn series.

~Excerpt~

Realistically, Akira knew there had to be good alphas in the world. The media always loved to paint them that way. And not every omega was raped or brow beaten into relationships and matings, he had known plenty of happily in love couples back home. But they’d seemed so rare, mythical creatures almost in their own right, that the odds he’d ever meet one...and life had only served to prove just how accurate that was.

No, not every alpha could be bad, he just had really... really shitty luck.

“...You are the weirdest alpha I’ve ever met.” Akira sighed, his hands falling away. “I don’t get why you’re so unaffected. Hell, I’m not even unaffected-I kinda want you to fuck me! I’ve already told you I wouldn’t even put up a fight, so why won’t you ?” His eyes widened and shot to Iwai’s neck, searching.

“I’m not mated,” Iwai answered, guessing what the omega was looking for. “And while we’re running down the list, I like guys and omegas just fine, not seeing anyone at the moment...honestly kid, I ain’t unaffected. Been hard enough to cut diamonds the minute I smelled ya. But there’s such a thing as control. I’ve seen what alphas--what people do, maybe not as close and personal as you have, but I’ve still seen it. And it’s...ugly, to say the least. Not all alphas are bastards, kid. But a fuckin’ lot of ‘em are.”

The gunsmith sighed and gripped the steering wheel tightly. “I swore I’d never be one of them. I never wanted to see and smell that kinda fear comin’ offa anyone again.” He leveled his gaze on Akira. “Head on inside, lock up, I’ll hang back and make sure no one’s sniffin’ around.”

Filler Arc, Meow, and Break Away

There are a couple fics here and there that I’m glossing over. They exist, they’re there, I’d love to hear from you if you read them! But I don’t want to post every. single. piece I’ve posted. Brevity and all that...

Filler Arc is a work for the Asagao Normal Boots Academy otome game. I never finished it, and it’s pretty heavy as it currently sits. A small fic in a small fandom, a fandom now very heavily entrenched in some warfare that I walked away from well before the first shot was fired.

Meow is for One Punch Man. Honestly, it was the closest I’d ever gotten to a PWP at that point in time, and I was pretty stoked about it. It was a single chapter, but more was definitely meant to come. I still may go back to it, there was a particular fan who was really eager, but...we’ll see.

And then there was “Break Away”....

That story was written when I was in middle school. With the express limit of only having 3 sheets of lined paper on me for the class period. Rather than do the actual WORK...I wrote a very dated, cringy to current me, yaoi fic about two of the characters from Trigun. I posted it to Adultfanfiction.net and for some unknown reason somebody requested more...so I wrote two more chapters. It was digging up this fic aaages later that led me to Ao3 and got me to sign up. It was embarassing in that ‘oh my gods you have no idea how anything works’ kind of way...and I knew that I could do better. So I posted that, December 15th 2013, when I joined Ao3. And, as you can tell, I didn’t do much of anything for a long while afterwards. School, life, the usual...but finally I started to write again. And now Break Away is that funny little starting point that I go to when I think I’ve got no skills or talent, and remind myself of where I came from.

I know, I know, suuuuper corny and self indulgent but ah well.

My Omega’s Heart (August 19th, 2016)

The epilogue to My Omega, because the idea of their kids, and the effects of feudal era Japan’s version of suppressants long term, wouldn’t leave me until I wrote it all down!

Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin Pairing: Sagara Sanosuke/ Saitou Hajime, background Kenshin/Kaoru Warnings/Contents: A/B/O, MPreg, Troubled Pregnancy, Body Dysmorphia, Fear of Miscarriage AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7814716/chapters/17834737 Word Count: 5,526 (3 Chapters) Summary: It was never supposed to be this hard. You mated, you had children, you loved your life. Nothing ever goes as planned for Sanosuke, though, and Saitou finds himself driving his mate away with his own protective, worried ways. The birth of a child is a happy occasion, the loss of your mate infinitely less so. Especially when you've just realized how much you love them

~Excerpt~

“And one wrong hit, which you are certain to take because you take every hit, and you’ll lose him.” Saitou looked pointedly to the bulging stomach that so worried him, the stomach that Sano’s hands immediately flew to protectively at the very idea. “I don’t want to lose our child.”

“We could make another.”

Saitou’s eyes narrowed and he stood, hearing the fear and posturing in Sano’s voice. He rounded his desk and approached his mate, who stood very still, hands still guarding their unborn. Saitou reached out and stepped in, pulling Sano into a tight embrace, nuzzling into his neck, his Alpha instincts driving him to soothe away the brackish taint of terror in his mate’s scent. Not that he needed the instincts to tell him to.

“Ahou, it would kill us both along with him,” the older man murmured, resting a hand over his mate’s and feeling the warmth of life resting there. “You know it yourself; you couldn’t bear to lose the baby. And I couldn’t bear to lose you.”

Tomorrow, we reach the OW section of my fics. And the beginning rumblings of my MHA/BNHA works!

Good night all!

Third Drawer (November 23rd, 2017)

This one was based off of my obsession at the time, the Otome game from the web comic Starfighter. An amazing series that I highly recommend to this day. This was another shot at writing a PWP, but again I couldn’t help but build in just a liiiiiittle plot.

Rating: EXPLICIT Fandom: StarFighter Eclipse Pairing: Helios/Hayden, Helios/Encke Warnings/Contents: PWP, M/M, Blind Folds, Stranger Sex, Bondage, Cock Rings, Vibrators,  D/s vibes, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Edging, Topping from the Bottom AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12803748 Word Count: 6,307 (one shot) Summary: Hayden and Helios have been having their little affair for some time now. Tongues are all awag. But when Helios is late for a scheduled report to his commander, Hayden sends Helios to a punishment the fighter will never forget.Because, in reality, Hayden knows just how to motivate his fighters.

 ~Excerpt~

A strong hand pressed against his lower back,  before running up the column of his spine, sending gooseflesh up over his arms and allowing a whine to escape, before it firmly grasped the back of his neck. Warm, whiskey scented breath blew over his ear, sending shivers through the fighter’s body as Hayden spoke.

“Have I ever done anything that would cause you harm?”

The fighter bit his lip, before firmly shaking his head, only for the hand at his neck to squeeze more tightly. “No sir!”

“Don’t forget your manners just because we have company,” Hayden admonished. His hand eased up and stroked down Helios’ back again.

For a moment, Helios felt like a show dog.

And he liked it.

He sat up straighter, jutting his hips out more, letting the scowl melt away from his face to something more...deviant, and excited.

“Why don’t you put on a show, Fighter?” Hayden’s hand barely had to press before Helios was dropping down to his knees and bound wrists, stretching out the length of his back, ass raised high and inviting as he gave it a shake for his Commander. “There’s my little whore.”