Welcome to my Misc Fic page!

This page contains links to my finished fic for various fandoms, and I'd eventually like to add previews of some of my unfinished WIPs.

♾️Fic For Miscellaneous Fandoms♾️️

 
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Title: Weakness, Warmth, Release

Fandom: Ted Lasso

Pairing: Roy/Jamie

Rating: M

Wordcount: 300 (Three 100 word Drabbles)

Genre: Romance, Character Study

Main Characters: Roy, Jamie

POV: Roy (3rd Person Limited)

Summary: Three sequential drabbles centered around Roy's feelings during and after his first time with Jamie.

Author's Commentary: Short Roy/Jamie thing I wrote with suggestions from my best friend Fenix. I wanted to do a series of drabbles given single words as prompts. ...And the words I was given were obviously going to be centered around the theme of sex. (I (jokingly) told him that he better not give me "Cock," "Ball," and "Torture".)
Something I said in my Discord conversation with him that I think represents what I was going for with the fic: "ok actually i like [these words] as roy-centric. at first he feels like being intimate with jamie is a weakness, then realizes how truly comfortable he feels when hes with jamie (warmth), and then release as his acceptance of being intimate and vulnerable"

Excerpt:

 Taking his hand away from Jamie’s skin feels like drowning. He hates it.

 
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Title: White Clover and Red Roses

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Hotch/Reid

Rating: T

Wordcount: 16,068 words

Genre: Romance, Angst With A Happy Ending, Reid!Whump

Main Characters: Reid, Hotch, Rossi

POV: Reid (3rd person limited)

Summary: When Reid starts showing symptoms of a fantastical, unknown illness, he tries to figure out what could be wrong with him, turning to medical journals and the internet to no avail. There must be an explanation that doesn't involve his feelings for his boss somewhere, and Reid is determined both to figure it out, and to not let his strange symptoms affect his work--- even if it means disobeying a few direct orders in the process.

Author's Commentary: A hanahaki AU also written for Fenix as a birthday gift! I usually don't love hanahaki, but I think in this canon it works. I made it so that it's not a previously known disease, since I especially dislike hanahaki AUs where it's already just an accepted part of the world. The AU really grew on me as I wrote it (pun intended), and I had a lot of fun looking up flower symbolism for this fic! I also ended up personally referring to this fic as "Hanahotchki" as I wrote it, lol.

Excerpt:

 Reid let out another forceful cough, his body heaving with the intensity of it. His throat was raw, and he almost felt nauseous as the coughing got even worse. He tasted iron, and with a hand to his mouth he blinked away tears in order to look down at the crimson staining the pads of his fingers. He stared at the flecks of blood for only a moment before he wiped his hand on the sleeve of his cardigan.

 Hotch cleared his throat from behind him before speaking. "You need to go home."

 Reid turned to face him as he kept clearing his own throat uncomfortably, trying not to get any louder.

 He wanted to argue, but Hotch was still fixing him with an intense lowered browline that meant he was serious, and more importantly that he couldn't be convinced otherwise. He spared a glance at J.J. and Morgan as he stood up straight and wiped away the tears from his eyes even though he knew they wouldn't argue against Hotch's suggestion either.

 "Reid, you were having coughing fits the whole time we worked that case," he said flatly. "If it's not getting any better, you need to at least take a day off. We're close to home on this next one--- Just go rest. I don't want this spreading any further."

 He was about to tell Hotch he was fine, and he didn't need to go home, but the effort of containing another tickling cough prevented him from actually talking.

 "Go take care of yourself, alright?" Hotch said with an air of finality, and cleared his throat sharply as he broke their strangely pleasant eye contact.

 It sounded more caring than he'd anticipated. The cold, authoritative tone had lifted by the end of the sentence, and even over his own quiet coughing Reid could hear the compassion in Hotch's voice. Reid wanted to argue again anyway, but taking a breath in only irritated his throat again, and he erupted into another wave of coughs.

 J.J. had stepped forward to rub a circle into his back, which despite being soothing didn't have much of an effect.

 "I'll drive you home if you want," she said kindly, and Reid appreciated the offer, wanting to tell her as much, but another hard cough made his eyes water.

 When he could finally look at her properly, her eyes were wide. She glanced toward Morgan, who looked equally worried, and then to Hotch, whose intense stare softened with a deep frown.

 "Woah," Morgan uttered, sounding worried and seeming like he had something else to say. Reid gave another spluttering cough as he wiped at his mouth again. The sticky feeling of blood stayed on his fingertips, and he knew then that they'd all seen it. "You alright, man?" Morgan asked rhetorically beside him, eyebrows screwed together in concern. Reid barely processed it, stuck staring down at his fingers.

 "Okay," said Hotch with a curt sigh. "You're not going home yet. I'm ordering a medical check," he said decisively, "Let's hope you don't need a full pulmonary exam."

 "I don't---" Reid began to argue weakly, but his own hoarse voice ringing in his ears was enough to make the protest die on his lips.

 "You are coughing up blood," Hotch enunciated directly at him, holding a commanding eye contact. "Something is obviously wrong, and we're going to find out what." Reid's throat tickled again as he nodded, begrudgingly accepting the order. "J.J, go with him. And call me if there's anything I should hear," he cleared his throat as he turned to address Morgan. "Let Rossi and Prentiss know we'll brief everyone in the car as soon as J.J. gets back."

 
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Title: Five Times Reid Thought About The Premise (+1 Time He Was Unashamed In Doing So)

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Hotch/Reid

Rating: T

Wordcount: 10,715 words

Genre: Romance, Sexual Tension

Main Characters: Reid, Hotch, and a little of Prentiss + the rest of the team

POV: Reid (3rd person limited)

Summary: Reid writes Kirk/Spock fic as a secret personal hobby, and often thinks about The Premise to pass the time. This fic is about what happens when he's forced to stop thinking about K/S in order to tune back in to the real world around him--- and how blind he is to the fact that his thoughts about his favorite Star Trek ship may have more parallels with his personal life than he realizes.

Author's Commentary: A fic where Reid writes Kirk/Spock slashfic and it ends up being what gets him and Hotch together. Yeah... I dunno. I thought the concept was fun and the words kind of just spawned onto the page themselves. I had a lot of fun writing the Kirk/Spock fic embedded into the Hotch/Reid.

Excerpt:

 "Spock," Kirk says. It's like he's forcing the word out of his mouth. His throat is threatening to close from emotion, and he steadies his voice the best he can before speaking once more, "Spock, there will be time on the ship to talk with me about anything you want to discuss."

 "No, Captain," Spock interrupts, "There may never be another logical time and place for this conversation. It would be unwise not to seize this opportunity. Even if we are to make it back to The Enterprise alive, and I do not have to tell you the likelihood of our success in doing so is rapidly dropping, I doubt I will ever find the proper motivation to explain myself properly. I would like to give you what I believe in Earth terms could be considered my final confession.

 "Spock!" Kirk can't help but raise his voice in horror, cursing himself as he does so. "I will not be hearing any last words from you today! We'll have time for this conversation on the ship, damn it!"

 "You can't say that for certain, Jim," Spock counters, and again the use of his first name stirs a kind of strange wrestling of emotion in Kirk's brain. "There have been many moments in our friendship that have given me an unfamiliar feeling of pause," says Spock, undeterred, "Surely, you h


 "That doesn't look work-related."

 Reid jumped in his seat at the sound of Hotch's voice, hitting the ALT and TAB keys on his computer in a near-instantaneous reaction before noticing the way his heart had started hammering in his chest. Ever since their last strange encounter outside Hotch's office, Hotch had made a new habit of showing up behind him at inopportune moments--- especially when there was no one else in the bullpen. Reid assumed it was an attempt to privately assure him ---away from the profiling eyes of the rest of the team--- that he was doing okay and Reid shouldn't worry. But there was something about it he couldn't place that still bugged him.

 
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Title: Daisuki Na Hito, Taisetsu Na Hito

Fandom: Hololive

Pairing: Pekora/Marine

Rating: G

Wordcount: 1,239 words

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Main Characters: Pekora, Marine

POV: Pekora (3rd person limited)

Summary: After a live performance of Bridal Dream, Pekora's excitement outweighs her usual anxiety backstage. On impulse, she hugs Marine to celebrate a job well done. Knowing Marine, though, Pekora might start to regret that decision as quickly as she made it...

Author's Commentary: I love Bridal Dream, so of course the first Hololive fic I ever write is gonna be based on that. I'm much more into the presented Streamers/Idols-verse canon than the universes where they're in a fantasy world and are disconnected from their streaming personas, and there's not much PekoMari on Ao3 that isn't PWP, so I had to help out my girls with that, obviously. I really love their comedic fluff potential.

Excerpt:

 "Wait, wait—" Marine said, still breathing heavily from the remnants of laughter, and Pekora turned to face her with a sufficiently scornful frown. "I'm sorry, Pekora," she said, and spread her arms wide. "Here..."

 Reluctantly, Pekora shuffled forward and allowed Marine to gently wrap her arms around her in a more genuine hug. Unexpectedly, she felt a little flustered— and not just from the teasing. It was kind of odd to be so close to Marine. Pekora wasn't huge on physical contact to begin with, after all. Usually, if the two of them were hugging, it was for fanservice: making viral clips and screencappable moments while a camera was on them. It was part of their jobs as idols and streamers to be physically close to one another; to pose in friendly shows of affection and make the chat erupt with cries of moe! and teetee! It was always pretty normal to be close to Marine until she eventually said something to make it weird, and even that in itself was a normal occurrence that ultimately meant nothing once they were out of the public eye. Pekora let her own hands rest on the small of Marine's back, thinking about how truly uncommon it was for them to be so close in smaller, private moments like the one she found herself in now.