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We Should Stick Together - Azriel x Reader

We Should Stick Together - Azriel x Reader

Summary: Azriel deals with the aftermath of losing his mate. (Part I)

Warnings: angst, death, self-harm

A/n: An epilogue of sorts to Birds of a Feather - Read HERE. Thanks for all your love!!

• ───────────────── •

I want you to stay

'Til I'm in the grave

'Til I rot away, dead and buried

'Til I'm in the casket you carry

• ───────────────── •

It was dead silent in the Temple. Many fae had come today to pay their respect and to honor the female that died during the war with Koschei—the female that had bravely lured the Death God to his demise and had ultimately met her own in the end.

Azriel had watched the service from the shadows, consumed by his shame and grief. Grief over losing his mate, his best friend, and the chance at a long life with her. Shame from not being able to protect her, from not realizing the mating bond between the two of them until it was far too late and for those last few words he had spoken to her that had only pushed her further into a suicide mission.

You just want me to continue being miserable. Because that’s always been why the two of us got along so well. Both lonely and so unhappy and now that I’m finally not, you want to drag me back down. Maybe one day someone will love you the way me and Elain love each other. But just because no one does right now, does not mean I have to give up my happiness to keep being miserable with you.

The words haunted him.

She haunted him.

Azriel had always been good at ruining his own life. But saying those words was single handedly the worst mistake he had ever made. He hadn't meant them. Of course he hadn't meant them. He loved Y/n. He had since the day he had met her. She was his closest friend—someone he had felt comfortable with. But he had been so blind...blinded by Mor and her vivacious personality...blinded by Elain and the sunshine she had brought to the Night Court.

All along his mate had been right by his side. The one person he had been searching for all his years of living had been right in front of him and he hadn't even noticed.

Azriel walked down the long aisle towards the casket that was displayed on the dais. His footsteps echoed in the now silent chamber—not even his own heart beat could be heard. No, his heart had stopped beating the second hers had.

He fiddled with the flower in his hand, swallowing the tears and sadness that threatened to consume him. He owed her this. He wasn't going to run and hide himself in the shadows as he'd been doing the past week. He needed to be here today.

Azriel finally stopped in front of the casket and choked on his own bile as the sweet, comforting scent of his mate reached his nose. This felt all too much like a nightmare—one he was stuck in with no way out. Cursed to repeat this day from beginning to end for the rest of his existence.

She would never stop haunting him.

And he didn't want her to.

If the ghost of her was the only thing left of his mate in this world, he would cling to it for the rest of his days.

Azriel placed the spirit lily on top of the casket, the glowing silver petals matched the marble stone. He had searched day and night to find this flower. It was your spirit lily. The one that had bloomed when you died.

"I'm so sorry," he cried, the tears finally falling. "I'm so sorry."

He fell to his knees before the casket, one scarred hand sliding along the cold marble as he continued to repeat those words over and over and over again.

"I am so sorry."

• ───────────────── •

If you go, I'm going too,

'Cause it was always you, alright

And if I'm turning blue, please don't save me

Nothing left to lose without my baby

• ───────────────── •

Azriel's ears were ringing as he sat at the kitchen table in the cottage that Elain and he had purchased a few weeks before their wedding. It was the first time he had stepped inside since the war with Koschei. It was the first time he'd even been in the Night Court since the loss of his mate and best friend.

"I understand that you need time to process this, Azriel, I really do," Elain pleaded with him. "But we made vows to each other the day we married. Vows that were supposed to transcend any mating bond."

Azriel's shadows wailed from the corners of the room. They had started searching for Y/n the day she died and hadn't stopped their cries of panic since then.

It had been a month already.

A whole, entire month had passed by without you.

And here he was—dark circles lining his eyes, stubble on his hollowed jaw and a song he'd never hear again playing on repeat in his mind. His mating song. His soul's song. His soul that was desperately crying out for its other half.

"I can't do this, Elain," he spoke, voice hoarse from disuse. "I'm sorry."

"That's it? That's all you have to say?" Elain questioned, crossing her arms and leaning on the kitchen counter. "Azriel, I rejected my own mate for you. I...I thought we were in this together. We talked about the day you might find your own and we agreed that you'd reject it too."

"I know," Azriel whispered, his forlorn eyes stuck on the cracks on the floor. "But I didn't know what I was giving up the day we made those vows, Elain. I'm sorry. I truly am. But this...this is different. Lucien was a stranger to you. I thought if I ever met my mate, she'd be a stranger to me as well. But Y/n was my best friend. I've loved her for centuries."

"All that time together and yet, you still never went after her," Elain argued.

Those words landed a heavy blow in his gut. Elain was right. He had known his mate for years and years and never once did he think of her as anything more than a friend. But that wasn't because of her. No, he had done that to himself.

He had found a companion with Y/n. She saw him in ways no one else did. He'd be lying if he said that hadn't scared him. For someone to see through him—through all the good and to the rotting, decaying bad that existed in him. He was a monster hiding in plain sight and she had seen that. She had seen all of that and loved him anyway.

And he had ran from it—from her. It was his own self-hatred that caused him to never see Y/n that way. She reminded him of everything that he was because she was all the same. She was the missing piece to his broken soul. But she had been beautiful in her darkness, hauntingly exquisite in her shadows. And he had been a brutish beast who thought that someone could vanquish the darkness that surrounded him.

What he hadn't realized was that he was never looking for a light to cast the shadows away. Not really. He had been fighting a storm whose tides had only been trying to bring him home to her. To his mate. His soul and heart and mind.

And now she was gone and she had taken all of his love with her.

Azriel stood from his seat, barely present in this reality. "I'm sorry, Elain. No words will change my mind nor my heart. I belonged to Y/n. It is only my fault that I never saw that."

And it was his fault.

All of it was his fault.

• ───────────────── •

And I don't know what I'm crying for

I don't think I could love you more

It might not be long, but baby, I

I'll love you 'til the day that I die

• ───────────────── •

"Papa, who is that?"

Nyx's innocent voice caught Rhysand's attention. He followed Nyx's gaze to the corner of the room where Azriel stood, wreathed in his shadows. It had been years since any of them had laid eyes on the elusive shadowsinger. Years since he had been so consumed with his grief that he had disappeared from this court, from Prythian entirely.

But there was one day he always returned.

The anniversary of Y/n's death.

Cassian had ambushed him before he made it to her gravesite and all but dragged him to this family dinner. It broke Rhysand's heart that his son didn't recognize one of his uncles.

"That's Azriel," Rhysand answered, clearing his throat. "He's one of your uncles. He used to be around a lot when you were just a baby."

"Oh," Nyx said, tilting his head as he looked at the shadowsinger. "He seems...sad. Why is he so sad, Papa?"

Rhysand's heart snapped in his chest. The loss of Y/n had been felt by all of them, of course. But for Azriel...it had destroyed him. None of them had known about the mating bond between the two of them. They had been caught off guard just as much as Azriel had been. Rhys had felt an inkling that she might've been in love with him due to her slowly distancing herself once he and Elain had gone public with their relationship.

He had only thought she needed space and time. He hadn't realized that she had been slowly wilting away. And no one had done a single thing to help her. They had all failed her.

Sometimes he felt a fire-burning rage towards his brother. He had tried to steer him away from Elain that Solstice night but Azriel hadn't listened to him. Perhaps if he had, Y/n might still be here. Perhaps the mating bond would've finally snapped in place for Azriel. But instead he had stubbornly doubled-down on his feelings for Elain.

"He lost someone he loved," Rhys choked out. "We all did. Do you remember the stories about Y/n?"

Nyx clapped his tiny hands together with a smile. Gwyn had made sure that Y/n's name had been honored and recorded in the new books about the war with Koschei. A story that was being passed down through the years. A story Nyx had read time and time again because it was his favorite.

"She was the warrior who faced a Death God all on her own!" Nyx exclaimed. "She led him straight to the trap where he was ambushed!"

Rhysand smiled, patting his son on the head. It had been too hard to speak her name after her death but slowly, they had all started talking about her more and more. Perhaps it was finally time to tell his son the whole story. Rhys glanced at Azriel again, who was a shell of his former self. Perhaps not the whole story.

"Well, before all of that," Rhys started, "Y/n was our friend..."

• ───────────────── •

Birds of a feather, we should stick together, I know

I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone

Can't change the weather, might not be forever

But if it's forever, it's even better

• ───────────────── •

Azriel was kneeling on the grass, his hands grasping the beautiful stone marker of your gravesite as his eyes combed over the engraving:

Here lies Y/n

Beloved Daughter, Sister and Friend

The stars will shine brighter with you among them

Rest in Peace

"I have tried to go on for your sake," Azriel murmured. "Because I know that is what you would've wanted. But I can't...I can't do this without you. I relive every day I've shared with you and it is still not enough to make me miss you any less. I am sorry that it took your death to make me realize just how much you meant to me."

Azriel had gone through it all in his head time and time again. Always reliving moments where he could've seen what was right in front of him all along yet didn't. Your last words to him constantly looped in his mind.

"I'll find...you...again. Maybe...maybe I'll be...good enough...then."

Those words could not be more untrue. It was always him who had never been good enough for you. Not you. Never you. You had always been as beautiful as the moon reflected on the sea, alluring and mysterious but peaceful. So peaceful. Despite the darkness the two of you shared, you'd always been so soft and kind to those around you...those who had never felt the kind of pain you'd gone through.

You lured people in because of your grace. You gave people a safe place to exist in. Your shadows had felt like a warm blanket on a chilly night. Your smile had rivaled the moonlight.

You had always been far more special than you knew.

Your mistake had been thinking you could out love his hatred for himself.

But the mating bond had opened his eyes. Although he had only gotten a few seconds with his mate, its song had told him everything he needed to know. He no longer hated his shadows or the anger he felt inside. He no longer hated himself. How could he? How could he hate himself when part of him was you?

And he could never hate you.

Gods, he could never be without you. Your souls were intertwined.

But living in this world without you was something he could not bear. He was consumed by your memory. He looked for you in everything. In the sea, in the breeze, in the faces of random people, down alleyways and behind every door. But you were not here. You were not here and so he decided he could not be here, either.

"You said you'd find me again," Azriel whispered. "You said you'd find me again but that is not enough. I cannot sit here and wait for you. I will crawl through Hell and everything that is ready for me when my life ends to find you. This life means nothing to me without you in it. You were my heart, Y/n. I love you. I've always loved you. And I am ready to prove that in our next life."

Azriel slid Truth-teller from its sheath and turned it over in his hand, pointing the blade directly as his own heart. He closed his eyes, tuned out all noise except that of the leaves gently rustling in the breeze.

"I love you, Y/n," he murmured, gripping the blade tighter. "And I can't wait to see you again."

His dagger pierced through skin and bone until it reached his heart.

Until all life was spilled from inside of him.

Until his final breath carried with the wind.

Until he could finally see his love again.

• ───────────────── •

I knew you in another life

You had that same look in your eyes

I love you, don't act so surprised

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar x reader #acotar x you #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel shadowsinger #azriel fanfic #azriel acotar #azriel angst #acotar fanfic #shadowsinger x reader #Spotify

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soulshield39 · 9 months ago

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A compilation of things I have said while playing the Thousand Year Door Remake and talking to myself:

Spoilers ahead

Prologue and Chapter 1:

“THE THOUSAND YEAR DOOOOR! THE THOUSAND YEAR DOOR IS REEEEAAAAAAL

“Koopas are people too.”

“Gay. Gay. Homosexual. Gay.”

“I found the peach fankoopa and my mind’s eye gave him comic book guy’s voice”

“How does Koops’ hoodie work with his shell?”

“NAKED GRANDMA!” (During the thwomp quiz)

*doodlebob noises*

“I can defend Goombas having hair. Mushrooms can have hairlike features (see Lion’s Mane mushrooms). Mushrooms also have mycelium which is threadlike and can be compared to hair. Goombas are also mushrooms and therefore more related to animals than plants. Conclusion; goombas are mammalian. How koopa hair?”

“I don’t like Ms Mowz height compared to Mario especially during the kiss”

“YOU EAT PEOPLE”

“MY HEAAAAAARRRRT”

“What is my purpose” “You simp for a human” “Oh my god.”

“Oh my god I just remembered the most lovely animated game grumps moment”

“To egg or not to egg. That is the question.”

“A thought has occurred to me that the hair on koopas is probably more like thin spines that resemble hair, possibly being like quills on a porcupine (used to administer poison to something that tries to grab it). Or potentially because reptiles and birds are so similar (this is also true of Koopas given some can be born with wings) their hair is more like feathers that are thin enough to resemble hair”

“I just think baby yoshi with down feathers to keep warm is adorable “

Chapter 2

“Also met Flurry and my mind’s eye gave her Rarity’s voice”

“This tree is NOT osha regulated”

“…who’s gonna tell bowser that this isn’t princess peach-“

“That’s not very cash money of you, Kammy.”

Chapter 3

“…I hate gambling.”

“Who do ya need me to kill?”

Flurry expresses uncertainty. “I’m liking the sound of this, who do we have to kill?”

“This is the ugliest room I have ever seen, my eyes are bleeding”

“I just realized that this is Rock Hawk’s locker room. thERE IS CARPET IN IT! NOOOO”

“Have to pick between Kringus or Child Soldier for Yoshi Name”

“I went with C.S. Short for Child Soldier”

“I smell a coverup.”

“I don’t trust this fedora wearing goon. I know his secret already it’s a matter of the characters learn it”

“…is rawkhawk stupid?”

“He just blatantly admitted to cheating in front of a massive audience, cameras and probably the entire world.”

Chapter 4 (favorite so far)

“I barely started and the people being turned into pigs is genuinely freaking me out”

And I’m also sad because I gave a mother a peach item so she can feed her children because she can’t afford food. And then she turned into a pig. I’m freaked out.”

“That Doopliss bastard is going to pay for his mass mutilation.”

“Doopliss your prank idea sucks and you don’t know what irony means. Irony would be them being constantly gloomy but then being horrifyingly happy to an unnerving degree”

“Thanks goombella. I saved your mycelium skin from creeps. Thanks, Koops, I literally saved your dad. Thanks, Flurrie, I returned your prized necklace. Thanks, Child Soldier, I RAISED YOU!”

“I do love how his thumbs up could just be a weird middle finger”

The game letting me name Doopliss “BASTARD” and “Cunt”

“But god crow conversation is dull.”

“I know the smart idea is to just leave but I can never pass up the chance to call Doopliss a plank”

Side note, I am American, I just think Plank is a funny insult.

Chapter 5

“Professor Frankly you’re not supposed to break the fourth wall.”

“‘By default! My favorite way to win!’ -Luigi Mario, 2004, probably”

*whisper* “i know who you aaaare.”

“My wife died while I was on a voyage.” “That’s rough, buddy.”

“Flavio… bro. S.S. means Steam Ship.”

*me doing my best peter griffin impression* “ghosts”

*titanic recorder music*

“Mario like ‘mama fucker. I forgot my extensive duct tape and cling wrap collection. If we’re hungry enough we eat Flavio first.’”

“I told you lot to kill and butcher flavio for when we’re starving. Now he’s picking fights?!”

“Pussies.”

“That was the plan, Moinseur Deficit!”

“I hit the whacka and I’m wondering if I killed him-“

“…Bobbery has a mouth?”

“Hey, you, you’re finally awake”

“We hate you too, Flavio.”

“We’re piratin’ boys!”

“I gotta eat the science dude that’s a bad”

“Oh no, Hayzee what did Mr. Bottom Bunk’s clumsiness do to you?”

“Honestly Luigi, I think Grass was the role safest for everyone involved-“

Chapter 6 so far:

“boy I love getting caught up with the mafia in my family friendly mario games”

“When did you become british??”

“Have you ALWAYS been British??”

“That’s a terrible name. How about ‘Soup’s Fucked?’”

“Now back to my hunch! Hmmmmmmm”

“More like ace defective.”

“At the risk of immodesty you look quite ‘kick the baby’ shaped”

“Alright, Shuichi Saiharain’t”

“…that’s sexist.”

Expect a reblod with more statements of varying degrees of humor.

#cw: swearing #tw: swearing #paper mario #send help #paper mario the thousand year door

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thebibliomancer · 1 year ago

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What If? Vol. 2 #6: What If… the X-Men Lost Inferno?

Well, nothing good!

It was a demonic invasion of New York powered by Summers family drama!

Mr Fantastic made up a BS story about AIM UFOs shooting insanity radiation at the populace because that’s more bearable than knowing that the world almost went to hell!

Inferno caused the Worst Avengers Roster! That’s how bad it was!

So what if things went even more badly? How would that play out?

Well, for one thing, Wolverine eats an unspecified number of babies.

In the original event, Illyana stopped Inferno by retconning her own backstory of being kidnapped and raised in Limbo.

This forced closed the baby-powered pentagram and sucked all the demons back to Limbo except boss demon N’astirh.

N’astirh had a side hustle going on with Scott’s angry clone wife Madelyne Pryor so he tries to get her to sacrifice baby Nathan to re-open the pentagram.

The X-Men show up and kill his ass and then Jean and Madelyne have a confrontation which ends with Jean getting a free baby.

But in this What If? when Illyana sends all the demons back to Limbo, other prominent demon S’ym lands right next to Illyana’s soulsword and uses it to go back to Earth and absorb N’astirh’s power when he dies.

He and Madelyne team up to kill the X-Men except for Wolverine, who S’ym takes as a pet.

And he feeds him babies.

This What If? leans into some edge. Because Inferno.

Dr Strange, the hero of this story, gathers a group of surviving mystics and other heroes and also Baron Mordo to try to find a way to undo Inferno.

(Dr Druid definitely shouldn’t be here. Right before Inferno he fell into a negative time wedgie because he was simping for Nebularavonna too hard.)

Strange is working on borrowed time.

Not only do demon raids keep chipping away at his group but the demonic takeover of Earth is eventually going to aggro the Living Tribunal who doesn’t have any reaction lower than overreaction.

To save anything of Earth, Strange needs to come up with a plan before the Living Tribunal shows up and blows it the fuck up.

He finally finds a bit of hope in a mannequin.

The mannequin is actually Rachel Phoenix Summers, transformed earlier in the event and not saved until now in this twisted timeline.

With Rachel, Dr Strange finally has a desperate plan. Truly desperate because the Living Tribunal is on their way NOW.

Strange wants to roll the dice on the Phoenix. Use Rachel’s connection to the cosmic bird and ask it to “purge” the demonic taint from Earth and hope the firebird doesn’t just burn the planet to a cinder.

This might kill anyone that’s been corrupted by the demons so Rachel isn’t so sure.

Unfortunately, Mordo did his sudden yet inevitable betrayal and S’ym, Madelyne, and various demons show up and kill Human Torch.

Dr Strange holds back the demons while Rachel begins communing with the Phoenix. But Madelyne tries to get the Phoenix to pay attention to her instead.

Mordo pulls a sudden yet inevitable two for one betrayal on both S’ym and Strange.

Kitty Pryde stops Wolverine from sneaking up on Strange and gets gutted.

James “Eats Babies” Howlett has a breakdown over this and declares that killing Kitty killed any remaining good he had left.

He kills Mordo and gets killed in turn. S’ym’s ghost takes over Wolverine’s skeleton and backstabs Madelyne just out of spite.

How the hell do Wolverine’s claws work if they go to his elbow when extended? Where do they go? How does he bend his arm?

Anyway, Strange tells Rachel to ignore Wolvers’ym and just focus on the Phoenix.

She do that and the Phoenix shows up and bathes the world in flames.

The Living Tribunal shows up, has a cosmic conversation with the Phoenix, and then basically peaces out “my work here is done” style.

As for Earth?

Well. Some kind of happy ending comes out of this.

The Phoenix did remove all the demonic influence from the world… and also wiped out modern civilization.

Humanity continues on. New babies are born.

Including a child of Johnny Storm and Alicia-

Hey, wait. She’s a Skrull.

I went into a bit more detail than I think I needed for this one.

It’s baffling.

It hits a weird balance of feeling edgy for the sake of edge and lacking Inferno’s edge.

Demon Wolverine gets slightly too much focus to be pointless but sightly too little to not feel wasted. He was definitely in the story mainly to slap on the cover.

Compared to some of the “and then things went horrible wrong” stories, this one at least wrings out a bittersweet ending.

The divergence point is really arbitrary. A real diabolus ex machina. But given what we’re dealing with, that’s kind of appropriate.

I dunno. Not my favorite What If? but it told more of a story than the Evolutionary War one.

I sat with the screenshots in my to-do pile too long and any strong feelings I felt about this story have leaked away.

So I guess I land on it is a story and it definitely occurred.

#What If?#Inferno #X Men #Dr Strange #rachel summers

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dream-this-nightmare-over · 2 years ago

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Shaun Evans imagine

You can find more of my imagines in my book Imagines on wattpad.

He was down there throwing lavish party in my garden for people who hated my name, pearl skin and necklines in sunlight, raybans, loud music and world i dont belong in he brough them here and didnt even ask me if i am okay with it

He should have known from absence of my smile but he never took time to learn tides of my heart

While i was watchng it all from upstairs window

Curtains flowing between us

Each on one side coming in style banners of silk baby come get your crown when you call me yours don't you know i would do anything to see you satisfied

You are in blue it suits you so well

You dont anymore wait for ride

You made yourself known that you are one of knights here to stay

We are hiding so they dont catch a glimpse

It irks you to see me anything but happy

Smiling in sunlight

It's casual intimacy that we find in every place just one glance and presence is enough

Ed comes stands between us facing the scene

We stand on sides in curtains

Ed knows by now where my heart lies so he isnt surprised to see you here

You are part of family by now

One of meadow royals

He has very important audition for couple of days and he cant put up with licentious youth. Our meadow is not used to souless debauchery

We are coming up with ideas how to put a stop to all of it

He comes in with someone on his arm but still calls me babe after i tell him there is no more chmpaign

You just stand there all ready to be smart and throw snarky remark but you don't because you are lost trying to come up with world in which i deserve to be treated like this

And i see it takes everything in you not to show how much you care but you wont give away our fairytale in hiding

And i imagine myself dying down on pebbles on driveway in midst of party and him crying, his tears on my lips because underneath all the recklessness he cared otherwise he wouldnt start this charade

But them i reprimand myself for thinking that way and wonder if i romanticize something violent only because i have another pair of hands to fall into if i think of death because i can still sell my youth

Should i leave you in memories before you grow bitter and time makes you disappoint me

and

go with sunlight boys into sunrise of masquerade balls and modernity that will make us hate each other even if we cant speak from love we hold for one another

shall i come home to peace you built and step out from behind curtains, free as bird on breeze, unafraid because you are there

and

leave the golden boy to someone else even if it will break his heart that loved me in its own recklessly restless way?

You are apparition transparent mirage of my heavy heart, ethereal promise of days passing but love stays the same as curtains fly on breeze You are mirage on sunny day there but not really there mine but never fully mine because words are too heavy they will sink us before we find courage to reach for the other side You are not him You are more sophisticated you don't throw blame like a bait for end you don't have balls to spell out

In between curtains you are ghost that will disappear if I reach out like particles of dreams I dream translucent stardust I can't keep nor make mine

I am stuck in cage i confined myself to for i hold the key to my freedom fears mean it's worth it i know every lock combination but my mind is lost in daydreams comfortable is killing potential the trill the need to leave please save me from myself give me some of your valour i want to be knight too i know i can be i just need someone to recognize my skill i dont want to live behind curtains with shadows forever i am human i am alive i wasnt born to hide and live out someone's else idea of who i should become

I feel hand finding mine

And I can breath

Everything will be alright if you never stop believing impossible is possible just beyond the curtain of self imposed fears and doubts.

Tear down that curtain and step into the garden that's growing from your brilliance.

#shaun evans #shaun evans imagines #endeavour #imagine #one shot #shaun evans one shots #fanfic #writing #imagines #daydreaming #fanfics save lives #louis hofmann #he is the other golden boy in this fic #dont worry I will write something nice for him too if you wish to read it

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seharbeewriting · 2 years ago

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malyk and ro'a: the playlist

so this is love :

"so this is love / so this is what makes life divine / i'm all aglow,"

the avatar's love

can't imagine :

"i can't imagine what a world would be / without you / all the birds would stop their songs / without you / all the things right would feel so wrong"

we'll never have sex :

"oh, you kissed me just to kiss me / not to make me cry / it was simple, you are sweetness / let's just sit a while"

valentine, texas :

"let's drive out to where dust devils are made / by dancing ghosts as they kick up clouds of sand"

as the world caves in :

"and as the earth burns to the ground / oh boy, it's you that i lie with"

skyfall :

"where you go, i go / what you see, i see / i know i'd never be me / without the security / of your loving arms / keeping me from harm"

two slow dancers :

"it would be a hundred times easier / if we were young again / but as it is / and it is / we're just two slow dancers, last ones out

wasteland, baby! :

"and the day that we'll watch the death of the sun / that the cloud and the cold and those jeans i have on / then you'll gaze unafraid as they sob from the city roofs / wasteland. baby / i'm in love / i'm in love with you"

lonesome love :

"why am i lonely for lonesome love?"

cherry wine :

"oh but she loves / lie sleep to the freezing / sweet and right and merciful / i'm all but washed / in the tide of her breathing / and it's worth it, it's divine / i have this some of the time"

first love/late spring :

"so please hurry leave me / i can't breathe / please don't say you love me / 胸がはち切れそうで / one word from you and i would / jump off of this / ledge i'm on / baby / tell me don't / so i can / crawl back in"

i bet on losing dogs :

"i know they're losing and i'll pay for my place / by the ring / where i'll be looking in their eyes when they're down / i wanna feel it / i bet on losing dogs / i always want you when i'm finally fine"

nine lives :

"cats have nine lives, i have three / i gave all to you, saved none for me / it's true, it's true / screw the timeline, i lost track / was it really me who had my bags all packed up first? / guess i'm giving up again"

bag of bones :

"mercy on me, would you please spare me tonight? / i'm tired of this searching, would you let me go? / and i can take a little bit more / let's shake this poet out of the beast"

it's over isn't it :

"Isn't it over? / you won, and she chose you / and she loves you and she's gone / it's over, isn't it? / why can't i move on?"

nothings new :

"and won't you please call it, if our time is through? / 'cause i know that we fall apart, when nothing's new / nothing's new"

tongues & teeth :

"and when you come in quick to steal a kiss / my teeth will only cut your lips, my dear / and i know that you mean so well / but i am not a vessel for your good intent"

star :

"that love is like a star / it's gone, we just see it shinin' / it's traveled very far, i'll / keep a leftover light / burnin' so you can keep lookin' up / isn't that worth holdin' on? / you know i'd always been alone / 'til you taught me / to live for somebody"

ultimately :

"i think i'm better when i'm with you / but i worry when you're gone / i think i need to learn to love myself / i must learn to be strong / so for now we'll say goodbye / although it pains me in my heart"

never love an anchor :

"on some level, i think i always understood / that a ship could never really love an anchor. / so, i did the only thing that i could / and severed the rope to set you sailing from my harbor”

night shift :

“now bite your tongue, it's too dangerous to fall so young / take back what you said / can't lose what you never had / i feel no need to forgive but i might as well / but let me kiss your lips so i know how it felt”

easier :

"if you woke and i was gone / from the house that we made our home / would it bend you, break you, overtake your heart / like it did my own? / and if i were someplace else, would this be easier?"

absence :

“if i just vanished, do you think you'd manage? / or would you disappear right beside me? / do you think you're ready when/ i go unsteady? / lover, please prepare for my absence”

thick skull :

“only i know where all the bodies are buried / thought by now i'd find 'em just a little less scary / might get easier but you don't get used to it / keep on autopilot, hey, hey / what's the body count up to now, captain?”

the moon will sing :

"the moon will sing a song for me / i loved you like the sun / bore the shadows that you made / with no light of my own / i shine only with the light you gave me"

i'm your man :

"i'm sorry i'm the one you love / no one will ever love me like you again / so, when you leave me, i should die / i deserve it, don't i?"

learning to hate you as a self defense mechanism :

"but when i saw you both, with your shoulders touching / sitting so close/ i knew i'd hold on to this feeling / i'd hold on to anything at all / was it my fault? / because i easily confused you / for someone who would hold my hand / when things got hard, when things got dark"

cornerstone :

"i'm worried i'll forget your face / and i've asked everyone / i'm beginning to think i imagined you all along / i elongated my lift home / yeah, i let him go the long way 'round / i smelt your scent on the seatbelt / and kept my shortcuts to myself”

love is a laserquest :

"and do you look into the mirror to remind yourself you're there? / or have somebody's goodnight kisses got that covered? / when i'm not being honest, i pretend that you were just some lover / now i can't think of there without thinking of you / i doubt that comes as a surprise"

once more to see you :

"if you would let me give you pinky promise kisses / then i wouldn't have to scream your name / atop of every roof in the city of my heart / if i could see you / once more to see you”

cellophane :

“didn't i do it for you? / why don't i do it for you? / why won't you do it for me? / when all i do is for you?”

all i wanted :

“i could follow you to the beginning / just to relive the start / and maybe then we'd remember to slow down / at all of our favorite parts / all i wanted was you”

i don't smoke :

“i'm what's left of when we / swam under the moon / now the rest of my days are just / waiting for when / you come down and tell me / i was meant for you, baby"

moon song :

"so i will wait for the next time you want me / like a dog with a bird at your door"

francis forever :

"i don't think i could stand to be / where you don't see me / on sunny days i go out walking / i end up on a tree-lined street / i look up at the gaps of sunlight / i miss you more than anything”

the deal :

"i want someone to take this soul / i can't bear to keep it, i'd give it just to give / and all i will take are the consequences / will somebody take this soul?"

i want you :

“you're coming back / and it's the end of the world / we're starting over and i love you darlin' / and i am done, dear”

ribs :

"the dark doesn't frighten me / i chose to close my eyes / it is mine, it is mine / the night doesn't frighten me / i chose to let it thrive / it is mine, it is mine"

pink in the night :

“i could stare at your back all day / and i know i've kissed you before, but / i didn't do it right / can i try again, try again, try again”

a night to remember :

"underneath the sheets / you enchanted me / and whispered sweet nothings in my ear / i shivered beneath you / all wrapped up in embers / it was a night to remember"

heaven :

"and the dark awaits us / all around the corner / but here in our place / we havе for the day / can we stay awhile and listеn for / heaven”

bewitched :

"you bewitch me / every damn second you're with me / i try to think straight but i'm falling so badly"

nocturne (interlude)

always been you :

"it's always been you / and you've seen all my darkest fears / like you've known me for a thousand years / the boy who's really underneath / all the scars and insecurities, baby / i swear that you've been sent to save me / you're the only one my heart keeps coming back to”

my love mine all mine :

"nothing in the world belongs to me / but my love, mine, all mine, all mine / my baby here on earth showed me what my heart was worth"

unraveling :

"but now my love is gone / and i am left unraveling / unraveling"

#playlist #dnd #spoilers #malyk #never love an anchor #mitski #crane wives #laufey #this totally didnt take forever #im so normal about this #Spotify

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barefoothighlander · 2 years ago

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Hey hey heyy! First of all your writing is so good! Fr teach me.

Second of all I'd love some Graves smut, something to do with proper hate sex as in enemies to ??, maybe some violence with it. Other than that you can do what you want.

Ily<3

thank u babe, also super random but I just found out the actor for graves is also jeff in yellowjacket’s and now all I picture is graves sitting in his car jamming to papa roach

warnings: mdni (18+), smut, unprotected pinv, slight dub con, choking, fingering, orgasm denial, name calling, description of wounds, mention of blood, dom!graves, slight voyeurism, creampie, mention of alcohol, not proofread

Your skin is freezing, the rain soaking your clothes, mixing with the blood dripping from the wound on your arm as you struggle to stay up. Something about him was always off, it wasn’t often the 141 worked with outsiders but you needed to trust the Shadow company, you needed to trust Graves.

You followed his orders, seeking his protection when hostile got too close, he’d saved your life on more than one account during the mission but you always kept an eye on him.

Unfortunately your suspicions were right, he had betrayed the team on behalf of Shepard, and now you were lost in the streets of Mexico with too much blood lost.

You crept through alleys, calling through your comms to Soap and Ghost, trying to find a way out when the Shadows were lurking around every corner, gunshots ringing through your ears as you slam your body against a wall trying to stay out of sight.

The dark provided decent cover, allowing you to sneak through old shops and houses, trying to find materials to help you but the feeling of your body growing weaker did little to add to your success, having to brace yourself against tables and walls just to catch your breath.

Time was running out, you knew where Ghost was but you didn’t know how to get there, between the labyrinth of streets and the threat of the Shadows, they had you stuck with no where to go.

“You lost little bird?”

His cocky tone pierces your ears, you don’t have to turn around to know who the voice belongs to, your whole world crumbling in front of you as you look for an escape route.

“No where to run”

He moves closer towards you, caging your body between him and the wall as panic sets into your body. You turn your body and brave your arms, ready to fight but he grabs your wrists, pushing your body back against the wall and pinning you there, you wince at the action, the angle of your arm pinching your wound.

“Looks like somebody clipped your wings” He smirks, his tone is deep,

“Fuck off” You spit, writhing under his grip

“We could’ve been a team you know, there would’ve been a place for you in the company”

“And be forced to take orders from you? I’d rather die”

“Tsk, kinda seemed like you enjoyed taking orders from me”

You furrow your brows at his comment, one drunken mistake made weeks ago coming back to haunt you. You had gone out drinking with the team and he tagged along, a few too many shots and you wound up in his bed, panting under his touch.

“Get the fuck off me Graves”

“I love the way you say my name” His hands release yours, moving to your waist to turn your body, pinning your chest against the wall as you whimper in pain.

“Now I wanna hear you scream it” His voice is husky, laced with anger as his lips travel over your exposed skin, tracing your limbs. The warmth of him feels too good, your shivering body moulded against his chest as his fingers trace over the hem of your pants.

His hands snake under your shirt, kneading at your breasts as you let out a small sigh, the goosebumps on your skin depleting with every touch.

“Hate me all you want, I know what you need”

“Let me go”

“Ask nicely” He grins against your neck as his fingers pinch your nipples, a gasp escaping your lips.

“Fuck you”

He grinds his length against your backside, the firm press of him igniting your core as you curse yourself.

“If that’s what you want baby”

He moves a hand down your stomach, pushing back the hem of your pants to cup your sex, his fingers teasing over your panties as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“You’re soaked, knew you needed me, little slut”

His fingers pushed your panties to the side, teasing through your folds as he gathers your slick before pushing two digits inside you. Moaning from the contact he lets out a low chuckle, his warm breath ghosting over your ear as you bit your lip, trying to muffle your moans.

He pumps his fingers into you, his thumb settling on your clit to run circles over the bud, you struggle to brace your arms against the wall, your hips arching into him as you grind down onto his hand, chasing your high.

“That’s it, fuck yourself on my fingers”

Your teeth pierce your lip as you bite down, the taste of iron filling your mouth as the coil inside you burns, your mind a flurry of lust as your orgasm approaches.

He pumps his fingers harder, curving them to swipe across your sweet spot over and over, you throw you head back as the band inside you threatens to snap but as soon as you reach your peak he rips his hand from you. You’re breathless, panting as you stare back at him,

“Wha- no” You plead

“You wanna run? Go now” He steps back a few paces, giving you room to move, your skin is on fire, clenching around nothing as your high fades from your core, he wants you to beg. Your gaze shifts between the door and him, his dark eyes staring back at you, his hand glistening in the light, covered in your slick.

You don’t move, don’t say anything, your fingers toy with your belt buckle, undoing it and he smirks, closing the gap between you.

“Good choice”

His hand is firm on your back as he presses you against the wall again, his arm moving your grip around your waist, holding you up as your limbs become unsteady. He pulls your pants below your ass, giving him enough access to feel your weeping cunt, grinding his clothed length against it and feeling you shudder from the contact, the rough denim swiping against your core, sending shocks up your spine.

“Better stay quiet, unless you want the entire company to take turns”

His threats are empty but they still make your blood run cold, the noise of his own belt clattering as he presses his chest against you, running his tip through your folds. He smears your slick around your cunt, quiet sighs falling from your mouth as you feel how hard he is.

He leans back from you, lining himself up as his free hand finds purchase on the side of your face, pushing it against the cold wall, keeping you pinned. He bottoms out in a single thrust, forcing the air from your lungs as you gasp as the stretch, the arm on your waist moving so he can rest his fingers against your clit, keeping them still against the bud to tease you.

He pounds into you, forcing every inch of himself inside with every thrust as you moan, your mind a blur, the idea of anyone hearing long gone as his tip drags against your walls.

“That’s it, take it, take it all you fucking slut”

He grunts behind you, his balls slapping against your skin with every thrust, the sound of the rain outside the only thing keeping prying ears from knowing what was happening as you unravel under his touch.

The hand on your head moves to snake around your neck, the inside of his elbow settling under your chin as he pulls you against him, your back arching as he presses your spine to his chest. His cock hits deeper from this angle, your body exposed to him as his grunts fill your ears.

You reach for him but he grabs your wrist, a low growl leaving his chest when his thumb presses into the bullet wound in your arm, forcing a cry from you as you clench down on him.

“See what you made me do, didn’t have to run from me” He presses harder into the wound, droplets of blood cascading down your skin, smearing onto him as you sob around his cock.

“Fuck. You” You manage through gritted teeth, your hand finding it’s way to his head, tugging on his hair as he lets out a grunt, thrusting harder into you.

“You bite back, always liked that about you”

You open your mouth to speak but words escape you as he grips your wrist, pulling it towards your sex and forcing your fingers to toy with your clit.

“Show me how much you need to cum, how good my cock feels inside your little pussy”

You trace circles with your weak fingers, quiet whimpers from your lips boost his ego as the feeling of your fingers is nothing compared to his.

“Poor slut, you need me to do it?”

You give a tug to his hair, silent begs as your fingers continue to work lazy circles over the bud.

“Beg for it, beg me to make you cum”

“Eat shit”

“I guess only one of us gets to finish then”

He sobbed your body forward, your hands slow to catch you against the wall, his grips your waist with bruising fingers, digging into the flesh as he thrusts into you. Your knees are weak, your arms heavy against the wall as you struggle to stay up, you need more, more of him.

“Beg for it”

His thirsts push you further into the wall, your aching fingers scraping against the stone,

“Please” You whisper

“What’s that? Didn’t hear you”

Your body admits defeat before your mind does, pushing back against him so his tip prods at your cervix, forcing him deeper into you,

“Please”

“Please what? Use your words”

“Please, let me cum!” Tears prick your eyes, your orgasm building inside of you at an agonizing pace.

“Then soak my cock you fucking slut”

His fingers make contact with your clit, rubbing harsh circles over the bud as you cry out, your hips working in tandem with his thrusts to chase your high.

He leans over your frame, his lips pressed to the shell of your ear as his hand grips around your throat, his fingers squeezing against your pulse point.

“Cum for me, show me how much you need my cock” He whispers in your ears, the words shooting straight to your core, the fire inside your searing your skin as you cum with a sob, clenching down on him as he fucks you, keeping his harsh pace. His fingers stay on your clit, not letting you come down, he forces you to ride out your orgasm at his brutal pace, his skin smacking against yours as his cock stuffs you.

Your vision blurs, a mixture of blood loss and the overstimulation of him has you seeing stars, every sound drowned out except for his moans behind you.

“M’gonna fill this fucking pussy, send you back with a reminder of who you belong to”

Your tears stain your cheeks, your throat dry and unable to respond as his thrusts become sloppy, chasing his own high.

“You want that? Wanna walk around with my cum stuffed inside you, you fucking traitor bitch” He spits, his words ringing in your ears as he bottoms out, pressing his cock deep inside your walls as his spend floods them, filling you with the warm liquid.

Your body goes limp against the wall, his arms the only thing holding you up as he milks himself in your pussy, thrusting his softening cock to make sure it stays deep before pulling out.

He tucks himself back into his pants, his grip on your waist keeping you balanced as he helps you to lean on a table, kneeling to pull your own pants back up.

He scans the room, moving to grab a small cloth before tearing it, wrapping it around your wound to help stop the bleeding. You stare at him with hooded eyes, the toll on your body evident in the way you hunch over, arms braced to keep yourself steady.

“I meant it, there would’ve been a spot for you” His tone is sincere as you gaze at him, his hair sticking to his forehead in a mix of sweat and rain drops, he reaches around his vest, pulling out a small canteen of water and handing it to you, you take it, chugging its contents before gasping for a breath.

“I’d never betray my team”

“You already did”

His words shoot through your heart, it was true in a sense, even if he wasn’t the enemy the first time, it didn’t take away from the fact that you had just fucked him in a dirty old house while he was hunting you and your team.

“Go”

You furrow your brows at him, “What?”

“Leave before I change my mind, if I catch you again it won’t end as well”

You take a moment to scan his face, he’s being sincere, you stand quickly, trying to catch your balance before sparing him a final glance and rushing through the door back into the rain, glancing down streets to try and find a way out.

“Deadeye do you copy” Ghosts voice echoes through your comms, pulling you back to reality.

“I copy”

“Jesus Christ, where are you?” His voice is laced in panic

“Coming LT” The lights of the Church stare back at you through the heavy down pour, lighting your path as you make your way to your team.

#reqs💌#philip graves #graves cod #graves smut #phillip graves #philip graves smut #philip graves x reader #cod mw2 #cod mw x reader #mw2022 #mwii #cod mwii #cod smut #graves call of duty #phillip graves smut #phillip graves x reader

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mini-melo · 4 years ago

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hahaha im writing this as im working online, and while my doc said i shouldnt tire myself, i literally need to write this or im gonna burst.

this is more focused around the hermits and tommy's interactions before ghostinnit happened. also, the hermits here are the ones closest to tommy and also the most i could write at midnight and trying to fight off meds that mke me sleepy.

anyway, feel free to request any scenario or just tommy vibing with other hermits. i'll do my best to write it.

anyway, without further ado, i present a part of my hermit!tommy au that isnt angst, finally.

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GRIAN

Tommy took to Grian like water off a duck's back. It didn't take long before both were wrecking havoc among the server.

For Grian's part, he takes one look at this tall gremlin, and practically adopts him. Gremlins of chaos should stay together, after all.

(He wants those haunted eyes of the newbie to be gone. He wants to help him just like Hermitcraft helped Grian in the aftermath of YHS and EVO.)

They start small, rearranging the contents of Lookie Lookie at My Bookie. Then they get pink carpets and covers the heart in Mumbo's base with it.

They grab baby Yoda from Scar again, and set up a treasure hunt filled with chicken canons and slime blocks in the most infuriating parts of the hunt.

(Grian introduces Poultry Man to Tommy, and then Pesky Bird is born.)

Tommy never thought he'd have any more brothers after DSMP happened, but here we are, with Tommy in full Pesky Bird attire, setting up a giant chicken above the Omega Tree and Grian—sorry, Poultry Man—makes poop made out of diorite until it touches one of the gigantic branches.

And, hey, if Iskall tried to stifle a grin as he complains at the laughing duo, then that's between him and his now-clean tree.

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XISUMA

It wasn't Xisuma who actually emotionally adopted Tommy. No, no, it was Tommy who forced himself into the admin's life.

Tommy is a traumatized child from a server with a corrupt admin. A server with a fixed set of lives. A server with a ghost, with hybrids forced to hide themselves or limit themselves, or even cut off their extra appendages unless they want the admin to permanently kill them.

But Tommy is also smart. He started more than one nation, he led an army in more than one war, he fought two withers and came out alive, he's bled and died so much that he's lost count.

Tommy knows what corruption in a person looks like, but he also knows what a proper admin is.

(He has to thank SMPEarth for that, war-torn as it was. At least then, no admin abused their powers. At least then he could respawn and freely watch his dad Philza Minecraft soar in the sky with no care for the world.)

Because of this, Tommy can be seen around Xisuma if he isn't around his fellow gremlin. Tommy watched him tend to his bees, make more towers, make some redstone contraptions, and most importantly, learns about this unbelievable, utopic land that Tommy's found himself in.

When Tommy started making his starter base, he made it beside Xisuma's mega base. He tried to replicate the style of Xisuma's, and while not quite perfect, Xisuma hugs Tommy regardless.

(He's never be proud of his accomplishments before, no matter if he braided Techno's hair as a child, nor if he gave his most valuable possessions and a life to win a war.)

Xisuma, Tommy thinks, has been more of a father than what he remembers from Philza and his childhood.

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ZOMBIECLEO

When Cleo managed to save Wilbur's coat, Tommy all but clings to her. In the DSMP, you can't trust anybody with your valuables, whether they offered to fix it or not.

Tommy took a leap here, to lend the coat to Cleo and praying to gods he didn't believe that she'll fix it instead of burning it.

(It's the only thing Tommy has of his family. Or, well, the only family he acknowledges. Wilbur was more of a father than Phil ever was, when they were children. Granted the bar was pretty low, but Tommy liked to cling to even the smallest bit of affection.)

Cleo smiles and teaches Tommy how to stitch and pose armour stands. Tommy isn't the best, with his sloppily made leather armour and wonky amour stand, but Cleo still praises him, and Tommy thinks it's the prettiest thing he's ever made.

Perfection isn't the point of this, anyway. Cleo taught Tommy, however unconsciously, to be patient and be proud of his own work. Tommy thanks her with two armour stands hand in hand at the entrance of her zoo, Cleo and Tommy's head on each of it. There are sloppily made copies of their outfits, even his coat's own stitches and Cleo's tears in her own clothes are there.

(Tommy eventually makes armour stand stories in a room dedicated to it in his mega base, later in the season. Cleo will unashamedly admit she shed a tear.)

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#hermit!tommy au #hermitcraft x dsmp #grian #xisuma #zombiecleo #tommyinnit #finally #smth not angst #might do more of these #tomorrow since im really tired #melowrites

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baka-monarch · 4 years ago

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Dirt Crawlers

Look @darkeninganon , I beat you to writing the slug thing!!!! :)

(brain just randomly started thinking of story and I just decided to write it now before I lost motivation/inspiration)

Part 2->

TRIGGER WARNINGS: BUGS, FEAR, MENTION OF DEATH, FEELING SMALL, VERY GROSS DISCRETION

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Tommy watched Dream as he pushed the door to their hole in the ground open The younger Dirt Crawler was practically bouncing with excitement. Today was the day, finally Dream was taking him out on his first hunting trip. It was the perfect day for hunting as well, since it hadn't rained for weeks and was so bright and sunny out (as Tommy could tell from the blinding light coming through their burrow door) that there was no way it would rain; so there was no risk of them drowning in a puddle or getting dragged down to suffocate in mud. It was also the afternoon by now, judging by where the sun was, which meant almost no birds out hunting at all. Yeah, now would be the perfect time to get some food.

"You remember all the rules I told you, right?" Tommy was startled out of his thoughts by his older brother's voice.

"Yeah yeah yeah, I know I know!" The teen rolled his eyes. The rules had been drilled into him ever since he was a kid, ever since their parents were still around.

"Okay, so remember that we're only hunting aphids- no attacking ants, ladybugs, termites-"

"Mantises,"-He cut off Dream's words-"slugs- yeah yeah, I know boss man! We don't fight anything that isn't an aphid!!" Tommy climbed out of the burrow with that in mind. He already knows what happens if a Dirt Crawler tries to fight anything other than an aphid, he's been told the horror stories thousands of times. Ants will swarm you if you hurt one, ladybugs can headbutt trample and eat you, termites can take a limb off with one bite, and mantises- of Prime Tommy really does NOT want to think about fucking mantises.

"I'm just making sure-" Dream added as he climbed out to stand next to Tommy, kicking their burrow door closed behind himself. "I know how adventurous you can get at times and I don't want to risk anything." The elder puts a hand on Tommy's shoulder and looks into his baby brother's eyes seriously. The world is a dangerous place for someone only half an inch tall, and he wants to make sure his baby brother is safe.

"Stop worrying so much- I'm not gonna leave your side big man." Tommy smirks into their serious gaze and gives his brother a comforting pay on the shoulder, making them sigh with relief.

"Good- because I don't know what I'd do without your annoying voice." Dream jokes with a slightly forced chuckle and ruffles the teen's curly blond hair. Tommy only groans in annoyance and pushes his hand away, which only makes Dream let out another fond chuckle. "C'mon, we don't have all afternoon!" The elder doesn't give Tommy any time to fix their hair as he grabs their hand and pulls them off into the towering grass blades.

It's a few hours later when the two brothers find themselves watching from being blades of grass as several aphids hop around on the dirt, having called off of the grass after the two tiny people had shaken their plant homes with the help of a light breeze. Dream pulls out a small sword and turns to Tommy to make sure he's holding his own sword correctly. Once the eldest is sure the time is perfect, he gives a signal with his hand and both split- Dream running in from the right and Tommy from the left, both catching the tiny bugs off guard and using that to their advantage to slice off the heads of several before they can jump out of reach.

"You did it!" Dream smiles up at Tommy who himself is smiling proudly. They were running low on food, and now with Tommy's help, they're both sure to have more than enough aphids to last them for a week or more at least. "This should be good- you, did good Toms." The green clad Dirt Crawler walks over to his brother and ruffles their hair, and this time Tommy does not complain. "Now help me bag them up-"

"Yes sir!" Tommy gives a small thumbs up and starts to fill his sprig woven bag with the dead aphids as Dream does the same. It's all fine until one of the aphid bodies gets up and starts to limp away- Tommy missed it's head. "I'll get it!" He calls over to his brother, who gives a nod of acknowledgement before Tommy chases after the aphid, knowing he can easily catch and kill it since it can't jump.

Tommy doesn't notice anything suspicious as he approaches the injured aphid. He doesn't look around at his surroundings as he gets out his sword. He doesn't look up as he stabs the bug and finally kills it. He does however scream after looking up to see where the droplet of slime had come from on his sword after landing the killing blow.

Dream snaps his head up to attention, his eyes wide with fear for his Tommy as he looks to where they'd run off to- and he almost screams as well. "IT'S A SLUG!!!!" He's quick to run over and grab Tommy's arm and start to drag the petrified teen away before they can be eaten.

Tommy doesn't hesitate to follow Dream once he snaps out of his state of fear. As they run Tommy tries not to think about the humongous slimey being of pure squishy muscle, with four eyes that stared at him with nothing but hunger, and a large gaping mouth that was opening and closing, ready to eat it's lunch with the rows upon rows of tiny razor sharp teeth that could allow the disgusting giant to swallow him whole. Tommy shivers, yeah that's going to be haunting his nightmares- oh well at least slugs are slow, so he and Dream have plenty of time to run away…. Or so he thought, before suddenly his running is slowed significantly by something making him stick to the ground. The teen looks down, and sees he's stepped into a trail of familiar slime that has him now stuck where he stands.

"Dre- Dream!?" He yells to his older brother, who also finds himself slowed by the slime trail. Dream looks at his brother sadly, and grabs their arms before desperately trying to pull Tommy free as the slug approaches at a slow orgilating crawl towards them.

"Tommy- Tommy, look at me!" Dream said, keeping his voice firm, trying to give his baby brother something to focus on. "Don't look back- don't- d- don't look behind you. Just focus on me, we're going to get out of this." At least Tommy is close enough for Dream to pull them into a hug. He lets Tommy bury their face into his chest, letting them cry as he glares up at the omnivore that had successfully hunted them down on Tommy's first aphid gathering…

"I- I'm scared…" Tommy admits quietly, something they usually would never do, but Dream can understand in this situation: getting stuck while running from a slug is certain death for any and all Dirt Crawlers.

"I know… I know, but it's going to be okay, I promise…." Dream whispers softly and weaves his fingers into Tommy's soft golden curls, something that's always calmed them down, no matter how old. He hugs his small brother close, closing his eyes so he can savor one last moment with them…

BOOM-SQUELCH!!!

The sound is loud and disturbing to hear for the absolutely miniscule brothers, and they both open their eyes wide in surprise and fear of what happened. All that can run through Dream's head is that the slug must've been crushed by something, but what? A deer? A wolf maybe? Possibly even a skunk even if they aren't in this area? The only way to find out is to look up- and up- and up and up and up and-

"Fuck." Dream doesn't cuss often, but for this occasion it feels necessary.

"Wh- wha-" Tommy begins to ask but cuts off his own words as he feels all his breath leave him in fear, as he looks up too.

A giant. An actual giant. A person, thousands of times their size was standing right on top of where the slug had been only seconds before- and it seemed like they didn't even notice they'd crushed anything.

"Human…" Dream mutters quietly, remembering the word from a story their mom told him once before Tommy was born. Giants- humans- weren't supposed to be here. Dirt Crawlers almost never had to deal with humans… yet here one stood, having unintentionally saved the two brothers lives, and Dream realized in a moment how close they both were to that death dealing foot, and if the human hadn't seen the slug, then if they took another unfortunate step- "R- run- we need to run! Run!!" Dream shouts and starts to pull Tommy, and his brother quickly gets the message as they both pull themselves out of the slime to start running.

Dream doesn't let go of Tommy's hand the whole time as they both run as fast as they can, but it doesn't feel fast enough as every time Dream looks back the human looks just as close as they were before and- oh gods they were looking down at them. Dream pushes forward, trying to pull Tommy even faster with a feigned hope that maybe, just maybe they can at least get to the burrow in time and be safe until the human leaves-

Dream bounces back off of something hard and smooth, he can't see it but he can feel it. Tommy rushes forward to stand beside him and starts to bang on the invisible wall; it's a fruitless effort however as both know that anything used by humans is guaranteed to be too strong for either to break through. Only a few seconds later they feel gravity change and they're sliding down the wall, Dream grabs Tommy and hugs him, wanting to make sure that wherever they land his brother is safe more than anything. They eventually hit a bottom, made of another invisible wall- and as Dream looks up he meets two massive eyes, twice as big as himself, staring directly at him and his brother.

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Mcyt g/t list:

@trashpumped @lorie-the-little-ghost @encaos @i-am-a-weeb @wyforyu-gaming @5unfl0writ3r @colorfulsiren @moonmwah @iwasgoingtohellanyways @echoslime @wilbur-simp @trouble-off-grid @lilsyxx @smogs-0 @hello-world-im-snow

#dirt crawlers #mcyt g/t #mcytg/t #tiny!tommy #tiny!dream #tw death #tw implied vore #tw bugs #tw slugs

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candychronicles · 4 years ago

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violence // k. takami (hawks)

A/N: my lovely take on @sightoru’s dante’s inferno collab! congrats on 1k (and many more)! i loved writing this, was definitely so different and so much fun!! also, please please please heed the warnings. i mention some potential very triggering things in here!

CHARACTER PAIRING: Takami Keigo x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1,645

WARNINGS: sacreligious themes (it is dante’s inferno, after all), death, grief, mentions of eating disorders & self harm, negative coping mechanisms, violence and overall violent themes

SYNOPSIS: the seventh circle of hell is violence: what will you face here?

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panting, you prepared yourself for the next circle, chill seeping into your bones as you pressed yourself against the cold metal of the creaking elevator. sir nighteye looked forward, no emotion betraying his face as he continued to guide you through hell. you weren’t certain what would happen in the next cycle but you were so close, nearing the seventh beast, and you were more than determined to finish and see your mom once again.

“this next one will be no more or less difficult than anything else but you may find it particularly hard to handle nonetheless. please exit and i will see you on the other side,” was all sir nighteye said before the elevator screeched to a halt.

he gestured with one slim hand towards the now open door, a blinding light flashing in your eyes. you shielded your vision from the assault but marched forward, determined to get out of this hell hole as fast as possible. taking one step forward, you fell into the light, a silent scream ripping from your lips as you careened towards nothing.

isopropyl alcohol

that was the first thing you noticed as you came back to your senses. rubbing your eyes, you jolted your body forward, blinking at the harsh light, cocking your head as you tried to gather your surroundings.

an unsteady thrum of beeping caught your attention and with careful consideration, you opened your eyes, blinking once, twice, three times to make sure you were right in what you saw.

your mom laid under a plain white cotton sheet, monitors going off left and right, doctors swarming around you like you were absolutely nothing, like you weren’t even there. they spoke gibberish to you but what you did know is that you were watching your mother die all over again. you tried to help, tried to do something, anything to keep her alive, but your hands went through her body like she was made of thin air. you sunk to your knees, pain and despair clawing its way into your heart once more. your brain was confused, unsure of what was going on, only knowing intense emotions and suffering.

you burst your way through the crowd, slipping through them like a ghost as you panicked, struggling to find your way out and somewhere where you could calm down and figure out how to get back to the elevator.

“whoa,” a gentle voice said, hand placed firmly against your shoulder to stop your body from running.

“you can see me?” you questioned, looking up at him quizzically, trying to place where you had recognized him before.

“yeah, you’re running like a chicken with your head cut off in the middle of a hospital. kind of hard not to notice.”

quickly, you observed all the people around you, everyone looking at you with sympathetic eyes. you felt ashamed that you had acted that way, let the emotions get the best of you all over again as you watched your mom die once more.

“who are you?” you finally asked, blinking owlishly at him as you tried to understand what was going on.

“you can call me Keigo,” he replied, ushering you over to an empty waiting room so you could catch your breath.

“why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?” Keigo asked, a kind and gentle smile on his face as he encouraged you to talk.

without hesitation, you began to speak, expressing all the feelings you had, feelings of guilt that you couldn’t help your mother more, feelings of sadness that she was gone, of anger that she was taken away from you, of anger that you didn’t do enough to save her. he listened with rapt attention, the air getting thicker and heavier the more you ranted and raved about yourself and the whole situation. before you even had a chance to process what was going on, he grabbed your hands with his own, eyes peering deep into your soul.

“is that why caused so much harm to yourself? not eating or drinking for days, not showering, wallowing in your self pity, punching walls and slitting wrists? lashing out at yourself because you felt like you were too weak to help your mother, punishing yourself for not being there for her enough, for not loving her enough in her weakest hour?”

“w-what?” you asked, struggling to pull your hands away.

“i mean, i agree with what you did. your mother deserved better, deserved a child who could be there for her unconditionally, but you shouldn’t only be mad at yourself darling. those doctors didn’t do enough to save her either. it wasn’t just you who failed her but every healthcare worker out there too. they should’ve caught the cancer earlier, they should’ve treated her better, they could’ve saved her life but instead let her die on that creaky old bed, you by her side crying and not trying to help either. absolutely pathetic, all of you.”

as he went on and on, you felt your anger grow. not only at yourself and the doctors but him as well. you knew you were angry with them, you knew you hated yourself but for him to infer that you weren’t good enough, that nobody was good enough, set your heart ablaze. wrenching your arms out of his hands, you smacked him in the face, blood boiling at his insinuations and words.

you expected him to look shocked, angry or even confused but instead went wide eyed as he cackled, hand coming up to rub the imprint you left on his face.

“that’s it baby, hit me again. c’mon, don’t be shy, hit me once more. get all that anger out, make yourself feel better,” he cooed, tilting his head to give you better access.

without even thinking, you launched yourself at him, punching and kicking and screaming, angry at the world, angry at yourself, not even caring about him or what he was, enraptured with the feeling of power that came over you as you wailed on Keigo.

as the blood pooled around him, you felt yourself getting weaker, the anger continuing to rage inside of you but the energy draining out of your body. red rivulets of blood danced and moved along the floor, attaching itself to his back, creating a dripping red pair of wings. realization flashed before your eyes as you watched the man stand up and crack his back, seemingly no worse for wear despite the beating you gave him.

“y-you’re Hawks, aren’t you?” you asked, remembering the fallen hero who had lost his wings and turned to the side of villandry in times of hardship.

“in the flesh, baby.”

“you’re in charge of violence… a man who was once a hero, turned villain as his friends and partners betrayed him.”

“you make it sound so sad but really, it was enlightening, a real treat to be able to punish those who put me through so much pain,” he confessed, flashing red stained teeth as he leaned over you, his bloody wings dripping onto your face.

“how do you feel after all that fighting, hm? want to keep going? i’ve got all of eternity to fight you.”

you went to protest but before you got a chance, a fist connected with your face and you were hit with the flashback of your mother dying once again.

a kick to your stomach had you thinking of the days laying on the bedroom floor, too tired to even crawl into bed.

a shot to the knees had you thinking about the time you sat with blood dripping from your thighs, wanting so badly to feel something, anything other than the emptiness you had felt before.

punch after punch, kick after kick had you wallowing in despair, anger at yourself for ever allowing yourself to feel again, anger at Hawks for kicking you while you were down, angry at the doctors for letting your mother die and angry at the world for taking her away from you.

just as you were about to give up and let the feeling of despair and anger consume you, you thought about all the good times you had with your mother, all of the memories of love and devotion, how she made you promise her that you would be happy after her death, how that promise got you out of grief the first time and how you so desperately needed to hear those words again.

with a determined nod, you rolled under a couch, kicking it up from above you towards the man with the feral grin. you shot out into the hallway, not caring about the pain and anger anymore, wanting to live and be happy for your mother, forgiving yourself, everyone around you and the universe itself for putting you through so much pain. turning a corner, you spotted the light at the end of the tunnel, the elevator glistening from the harsh hospital lights.

“come on little bird, don’t you want to play? don’t you want to fight your anger away and be punished for the failure that you are?”

“you may have caused so much violence in your life Keigo, you may have chose the wrong path and led a life of anger and pain, but i won’t do the same. i will live happy and free, not only for my mom but for me as well.”

with that said, you rushed through the empty hallway, leaping into the elevator, turning around to face the fluorescent light as the doors promptly shut in front of you.

“you’ve seen better days,” was all sir nighteye managed to comment as he took in your bloody and disheveled appearance.

you frowned and scoffed, the pain disappearing as you readjusted your hair and clothes, mentally preparing yourself for the next circle.

you were not about to give up.

#hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #takami keigo #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha #tw: self half #tw: eating problems #tw: religious themes

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I was going through my AO3 bookmarks, and I wanted to organize them a little bit. These are my Dean/Cas canon-ish fic recs.

season 5

canticles by 2street2car Words: 10,311 Chapters: 1

“But you know something? If I couldn’t get you laid, at least I gave you a good first date.”feat: footsies at a Ruby Tuesday, stargazing, the recreation of an iconic "Dirty Dancing" scene (no, not that one—the other one), and practicing for When You're With A Girl.

FTBYAM MY BELOVED

post season 6

Someone Who's Feeling For Me by ellispark Words: 45,876 Chapters: 1

Dean sees her for the first time in nearly six years in some no-name town in Idaho, and it's panic at first sight.

Lisa Braeden, the one woman Dean ever actually had a shot at a real life with, back from where he buried her in his mind. And her hand is on Cas's arm like it's no big deal, like it belongs there. Cas, Dean's dorky, sweet, badass, angelic best friend, and he's just standing there next to Lisa and not moving her hand away.

Dean feels the jealousy rising, and it's not directed where he expected it to be. Because it takes this exact moment for Dean to realize he's in love with his best friend. He's in love with his best friend, and Lisa is looking at Cas like he's the best thing since automatic rifles, and Dean is utterly fucked.

post bunker

Sun Can't Set Until Nine by LeverDrift Words: 67,939 Chapters: 16

Cas moves into the bunker as his powers start to fail. Dean doesn’t know if the arrangement is as permanent as he wants it to be. He's also not sure why he keeps dreaming about his friend. All he knows is that he wants Cas to stay. Overall warnings: canon-typical miscommunication & Dean having self-hatred issues.

Life Skills by ilovehowyouletmefall Words: 26,052 Chapters: 3

After Metatron steals Castiel's grace, and Cas comes to live in the bunker, Dean spends a lot of time with him, sharing all of his favourite things. Dean can't help it if sharing things with Cas just makes everything better. Besides, it's Dean's job as Cas' friend to introduce him to the joys of human life. To teach him how to be human. And if one of the experiences they end up sharing is sex with women, well... that's just part of Dean's job as Cas' friend too, right? The desire is triangulated, the rituals are intricate.

Sam Stole My Boyfriend by sobsicles Words: 8,445 Chapters: 1

“Dude, you’ve been staring at me a lot lately, like even enough that Sam noticed. More than usual. So, like, what’s up?” Dean pauses, purses his lips and reconsiders. “What did I do?”

Cas knows that would be a perfect time to confess to Dean what exactly happened and what he was thinking. Maybe, Dean had some insight into the situation or even some kind of comfort to offer. But, the longer that he sat there, he realized that he could not tell Dean absolutely anything. So instead, for the first time, Cas fumbled.

“Um,” Cas mutters and abruptly stands. “Freckles?”

Dean blinked up at him as Cas pivoted and left the room. There was only one remaining option he had and unfortunately, it involved Sam.

Aching in the Absence of You by sobsicles Words: 95,090 Chapters: 10

Brittle and battle-worn, Cas looks at him over coffee one morning and says, "I need to go," and Dean instantly knows that he's not coming back.

He's not really sure how he knows it, but he does. It settles into the pit of his stomach, curling hot and tight like something he instinctively wants to tear out with his bare hands. He takes a breath, and it gets stuck in his throat, hitching there. It hurts, hurts, hurts when he finally exhales.

"Yeah," Dean says, "of course you do," and he nods jerkily as he looks down at his phone. He doesn't say goodbye. He doesn't look up from the screen when Cas gets up and leaves the room. He doesn't finish his coffee, or move for a long time.

By nightfall, Cas is gone.

'Communication' by JustAnotherSamlicker Words: 11,656

The same story told from two perspectives.

Dean bought a house and he and Cas fix it up.

Is Dean moving out? Is Cas moving in?

Should they just talk to each other already? (Yes they should)

Build a Home by domesticadventures Words: 20,102

After they save the world, Dean expects Cas to come back to the bunker with them.

He doesn't

season 10

The Most Important Thing by NorthernSparrow Words: 94,462 Chapters: 14

Jimmy Novak remembers nothing of the last six years. Reunited with his troubled daughter Claire, he's struggling to raise her on his own. The most important thing is to make Claire happy. But why does he keep having these dreams of wings, and of two men in a black car? (Canon-divergent from S10E11, when we first met Claire again and Dean was still struggling with the Mark of Cain. Takes places several months later).

season 12

Heroes for Ghosts by pantheon_of_discord Words: 42,922 Chapters: 7

Canon-divergent from 12.08

After Sam and Dean are arrested, Castiel is left alone and scrambling to find them. He knows they’re locked away in a government facility, and he’s still able to hear their prayers, but no matter how he tries Castiel can’t seem to track them. He chases leads and even attempts to hunt on his own, but Mary is AWOL, Crowley refuses to help, and Castiel’s options are running out.

Weeks pass, Castiel’s hope dwindles, and through it all Dean prays, keeping them connected. His voice is comforting, frustrating, and occasionally annoying, but in his solitude Castiel comes to cherish it. But then one day, without warning, Dean stops praying, and Castiel is forced to confront some uncomfortable truths about his feelings.

season 13

i want to do with you (what spring does with cherry trees) by sobsicles Words: 74,173 Chapters: 8

Dean keeps going back.

When he arrives, it's always to blooming flowers and a windmill in the background, not too far from a brook, the sun painting the plains.

He likes it there. He likes to stand in front of the makeshift urn and check that it's still where he put it, switching out the flowers when they wilt. He likes to listen to the sound of birds chirping, insects singing, the faint sound of water trickling in the distance. He likes to turn his face up and feel the sun on his skin, wondering if Cas would do the same if he were here, somehow knowing that he would.

He likes to talk.

There's never a response, but Dean feels the breeze rustle through his hair and watches the flowers bob when bees come to them and stares as the windmill keeps turning, turning, turning. And he imagines that Cas is replying—the windmill is the tilted head, the bobbing flowers are a gentle smile, the breeze is whatever words Dean wants to hear at the time.

Sometimes, it's almost like he's there.

Trial and Tribulations of Raising a Nephilim by Sickandtiredofyou Words: 14,910 Chapters: 6

Dean has far too much on his plate, losing his mom, his best friend and now being a single parent to a newborn nephilim.

In which Jack is an actual newborn instead of a teenager.

post season 13

dumbassery, denial, doing (the three d's to the destination) by sobsicles Words: 108,427 Chapters: 4

Freedom is just one adjustment after the next.

Cas hums again. "I think you already have. It's been months since everything settled. All that's left to do is...get used to it, and perhaps—" His voice stalls out, uncharacteristically, and his gaze roams Dean's face with intensity. When he speaks next, his tone is a little raw. "Perhaps what one does with peace is...whatever they want."

"What if I don't even know what that is?" Dean grumbles, arching an eyebrow in challenge. "'Cause I know damn well you don't just mean good food and a good bed and time in Baby, not simple wants like that. You mean—ya know, the big things, the wants we didn't get to have before."

"Yes," Cas agrees. "If you're not sure, figure it out."

"Easier said than done."

Reasons to read this:

Dean reads a story that ends like despair and his reaction is FUCK THAT

Cas wears Dean's hoodie

Jack is a toddler

The Jack and Claire sibling energy we deserve

Eileen being awesome and pulling pranks with Dean while Sam thinks she's an angel

Sam knows

YOUR HONOR THEY'RE IN LOVE

First Date by aeli_kindara Words: 8,968 Chapters: 1

“We should go on a date. You and me.”

Castiel wishes he could see Dean’s face. He wishes he had any idea what to say.

“I’m asking you out, Cas.”

Also known as the Dean Winchester makes the first move fic.

season 14

Broken Road by thegeminisage Words: 109,629 Chapters: 7

A 14.13 Lebanon rewrite. When Dean uses a wish-granting pearl to try and kill the archangel Michael before he can escape the cage in Dean's head, they instead wind up with a newly-resurrected John Winchester.

It's been more than a decade since John died, and a lot has changed: Mary is alive, Sam and Dean have what passes for a proper home in the Men of Letters Bunker, and they're living with angels. John doesn't know angels are real, he doesn't know about the fragile new relationship between Dean and Castiel, and most of all, he doesn't know that Dean said yes to Michael, or that Dean's plan to defeat Michael would send him to a fate worse than death.

Now Dean must contend with both his father asking questions he can't answer, and his loved ones learning about the darker truths of his childhood, all while constantly battling the archangel trapped inside him. But Dean coming to terms with his history may be the difference between this being the beginning of a journey—or the end.

post season 15

fools and pilgrims by lagaudiere Words: 31,904 Chapters: 2

Claire shows up at the bunker a day before Dean was planning to leave, with her hair cut short and a fresh tattoo on her left arm under a bandage. Chuck is dead, Jack has given up his godlike powers, and Cas is back from the Empty, which doesn't make it any easier for Dean to talk to him. Suddenly finding himself in a world without monsters, supernatural forces, or any need for hunters, Dean's solution is to go on a road trip. Claire tags along.

Dean-Claire mirror fic post Despair

what's missing is found (our souls can exhale now) by sobsicles Words: 27,403

It's not the first time Claire has ever gone missing. It is, however, the first time Kaia panics about it. Dean's dragged into the mess, but he soon finds that it's the best thing that could have happened to him.

canon(?) au (Hunters and Men of Letters)

Dean Winchester's Secret (Angel) Boyfriend by reluctantabandon, Winter_of_our_Discontent Words: 11,191 Chapters: 1

Dean Winchester isn't exactly a team player. So when he starts mentioning a new Hunting partner, Ellen and Jo Harvelle aren't sure whether they should be worried or relieved.

But they're starting to get the feeling there's something important Dean's not telling them about Cas...

Shot Through The Heart by peanutbutterjelly-pie (Aleakim) Words: 11,191 Chapters: 1

Dean is a hunter.

Castiel is a Man of Letters.

And even though they have to work together on a regular basis, there is not much sympathy between them. Castiel thinks Dean too brash and reckless while Dean in return sees nothing more in the other man than a rude asshole with an obsessive love for books and a truly terrible fashion sense.

But fate clearly has a funny way of throwing those two together over and over again.

And somewhere along the way feelings change into something neither of them would have expected.

#destiel #deancas #fic recs

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readthesign · 3 years ago

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Rise Like A Phoenix: A playlist inspired by the Dumbledore siblings

Rise Like A Phoenix- Conchita Wurst

Waking in the rubble Walking over glass Neighbors say we're trouble Well that time has passed

Green Finch and Linnet Bird- Sweeney Todd

My cage has many rooms, damask and dark Nothing there sings, Not even my lark Larks never will, you know when they're captive Teach me to be more adaptive

Streets of Dublin- A Man of No Importance

I'm not a poetical sort of a person like you. When I need a poem, the streets and the gutters will do.

Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons

Weep Little Lion Man You're not as brave as you were at the start Rate yourself and rake yourself Take all the courage you have left And waste it on fixing all the problems That you made in your own head

It’s Quiet Uptown - Hamilton

If I could spare his life If I could trade his life for mine He'd be standing here right now And you would smile, and that would be enough

Bright Eyes- Art Garfunkel

Bright eyes How can you close and fail? How can the light that burned so brightly Suddenly burn so pale?

Not While I’m Around - Sweeney Todd

Demons'll charm you with a smile For a while But in time Nothing can harm you Not while I'm around

For The Rest Of My Life - The Prince Of Egypt

For the rest of my life These questions haunting me like ghosts Does a noble end mean any means will do? Is your power the only reason to follow You? And one final question I see no answer to For the rest of my life How will I get through?

Hey Brother - Avicii

Hey brother, do you still believe in one another? Hey sister, do you still believe in love, I wonder? Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do

If I Die Young - The Band Perry

The sharp knife of a short life Well, I've had just enough time

When Your Feet Don’t Touch The Ground - Finding Neverland

When did life become this place of madness? Drifting on an empty sea of waves and sadness? I make believe I'm in control, And dream it wasn't all my fault.

Dance With My Father - Luther Vandross

If I could get another chance Another walk, another dance with him I'd play a song that would never ever end How I'd love, love, love to dance with my father again

The Age Of Not Believing - Bedknobs and Broomsticks

When you've set aside your childhood heroes And your dreams are lost upon a shelf You're at the age of not believing And worst of all you doubt yourself

A New Horizon - Starry

Brother, we were born with wings We are meant for greater things On a new horizon What happens when two worlds collide? Somewhere in that great divide I can see it That new horizon

How To Save A Life - The Fray

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life

On The Threshold Of Eternity - Starry

Sitting on the threshold of eternity Drowning in your pain, burning in your brain What's the use of trying if you can't be free? Fading every day on the threshold of eternity

Louder Than Words - Tick Tick Boom!

Cages or wings, which do you prefer? Ask the birds Fear or love, baby? Don't say the answer Actions speak louder than words

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story? - Hamilton

Let me tell you what I wish I’d known When I was young and dreamed of glory You have no control: Who lives, Who dies, Who tells your story?

#muse #sweet & scared & harmless | ariana #always up in his bedroom | albus #playlist

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sheyshocked · 4 years ago

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Detroit: Become Human Fic Masterpost (2021)

Updated! (3rd December - new Simarkus one-shot - Exploring a New Territory)

Organized by year 2020 | 2021 | 2022

SIMON/MARKUS

One-shots

A Bird that Never Flew - Markus’ spouse had no wings. But Markus never wished for a better husband. In his eyes, Simon was perfect just the way he was. Wings or no. Fluff, Bird people AU, 531 words.

A Child To Call Their Own - Markus finds an abandoned baby outside the New Jericho and decides to bring it home. Simon is not amused. Domestic fluff, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, 7,921 words.

A Memory of You Never Fades - After being taken in by Zlatko Andronikov, the RK200 tries to regain his lost memory, but every attempt seems to end up in vain. The arrival of Zlatko’s next victim finally sheds some light on the situation they found themselves in. Angst, sad ending, horror, Ghosts in the Machine prompt challenge, 1,659 words.

Christmas Miracle - Markus has a hard time picking a Christmas present for Simon. After he finds Simon relaxing with his new android canary friends, Lemon and Chirpy, he gets an idea for the best gift ever. Domestic fluff, rated M, 5,245 words.

Counting Stars - Simon finally proposes to Markus, but not everything goes as planned. Fluff, 1,572 words.

Exploring a New Territory - Simon is admiring Markus’ freckles and Markus is a tease. Smut, Humor, Fluff, rated M, 2,389 words.

Guarding His Sleep - Markus has a nightmare and Simon is there to comfort him. Hurt/comfort, 1,272 words.

Hair of Gold - Simon and Markus meet after the revolution and sparks start flying. There’s just one problem - Simon is a human, and humans aren’t built to last. Fluff and angst, Human! Simon / Deviant! Markus AU, 2,431 words.

His Father’s Son - It’s time to introduce Simon to Carl, and Markus is nervous. Fluff, requested, 1,649 words.

I Dreamed a Dream the Other Night - Markus dreams about Simon, who sacrificed his life to save him. Angst, Light & Shadow prompt challenge, 100 words.

In the Heat of the Moment - Markus invites Simon to watch him paint. That’s all fine and dandy until he decides to take off his shirt to save it from getting dirty. Simon snaps. Rated E, fluff and smut, 3,831 words.

Let Me Make It Up to You - Markus has to postpone his “date night” with Simon and feels the need to make it up to him somehow. Rated E, fluff and smut, 5,989 words.

Manfreds’ Secret Family Recipe - Carl had a secret recipe for chicken soup that never failed to make Markus feel better when he was being ill as a child - unfortunately, he passed away before he could teach his son. Now Simon is sick and Markus does his best to take care of him. Fluff and humor, sickfic, requested, 1,176 words.

My Alpha and Omega - Markus is an Omega who always passed as an Alpha at the college. But when Simon, his fellow Omega, friend, flatmate, and a secret crush in one person, starts nesting whenever he gets close to his heat, it leads him to a stunning revelation. Tooth-rotting fluff, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, 3,129 words.

No One Likes Doing the Laundry - After moving in together, Simon and Markus agreed to take turns doing the chores. However, there’s one neither of them likes. Domestic fluff, 939 words.

Sleepover - Simon, who has been nursing feelings for their charismatic leader ever since he could remember, has nowhere to go after the revolution and Markus is so kind to take him in for the night. Fluff, sharing a bed, first kiss, requested, 2,905 words.

There’s a War Inside My Head - Simon is still haunted by memories of the war long after it’s over. Markus is there to comfort him. Hurt/comfort, PTSD, Light & Shadow prompt challenge, 100 words.

We’re Carried Ever Onward Upon a Hope of Home - Markus wanted a safe world for his people where they would live in peace and love whoever they wanted. But once he accomplished this, he still felt something was missing. Simon rectified that. Fluff, Light & Shadow prompt challenge, 100 words.

Words You Weren’t Meant to Hear - Simon never told Markus he loved him. And then one day, he got injured. Hurt/comfort, Light & Shadow prompt challenge, 100 words.

Multichapters

Of Golden Mirrors and Secret Admirers - Simon becomes a resident mage of a small village called Far Waters, but there’s something that makes his job difficult. His feelings for Markus, son of a local artist. Fantasy AU, fluff, mutual pining. Chapters 6/6, 21,515 words.

When the Wolf Comes - Simon has been married to Markus, the town’s greatest hunter, for years. But then a tragedy struck and Markus didn’t return from the hunt. People said he was killed by werewolves. Simon doesn’t believe it though. He keeps searching for him in the woods, hoping his beloved will one day come back. Werewolf AU, Dark Fantasy, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Chapters 5/?

ECHO/RIPPLE

Stay Proud - Echo and Ripple spend a wonderful day at a Pride festival. Fluff, minor Markus/Simon, 2,022 words.

MARKUS/NORTH

We Made the Same Mistakes Like Friends Do - Markus loves North way too much to let her die. So he foolishly accepts Perkins’ deal. Angst, implied character death, Light & Shadow prompt challenge, 100 words.

RK900/GAVIN REED

Luck of the Irish - Nines gave Gavin a four-leaf clover to bring him luck before a difficult case, but he rejected it. Now he’s injured and Nines finds out that maybe, just maybe he treasured the gift more than he initially showed. Fluff, Of Roses and Ravens prompt challenge, 1,335 words.

DANIEL/LEO MANFRED

Fighting Our Demons - Daniel and Leo were both fucked up. Badly. There was no lying about it. But at least they had each other. Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Drug Withdrawal, 746 words.

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And Now, His Heart Beats Inside Your Chest - Without Simon’s sacrifice, Markus would have died, and their cause with him. But sometimes, living with the consequences turned out to be much, much harder… Angst, past Markus/Simon, character death, OC, 1,724 words.

Autumn Blues - Hank doesn’t like autumns. Connor makes him fall in love with it again. Angst with a happy ending, Light & Shadow prompt challenge, 100 words.

A Wonderful Child From Not So Wonderful Family - Before Kara was broken by Tod and then fixed again at the store, she had a nice relationship with Alice. They even planned their future together. Fluff and angst, Light & Shadow prompt challenge, 100 words.

Companion of Hounds - Connor had to keep a good relationship with his partner. So he lied. However, some lies eventually come true. Fluff, Light & Shadow prompt challenge, 100 words.

Grief Can Break you, But Not Your Promise - Hank promised Cole he would live on, but keeping that promise is hard. Connor makes it somehow more bearable. Angst with a happy ending, Light & Shadow prompt challenge, 100 words.

I Never Meant For Us to Become Foes - Connor had half a mind to join Markus’ cause, but died too many times to tear down the red wall that was keeping him a mindless slave. Angst, Light & Shadow prompt challenge, 100 words.

Is a Desire to Be Free a Contagious Disease? - Markus was always a special one, his touch making things come alive. Light & Shadow prompt challenge, 100 words.

Me? I Died For Him - Simon never considered himself brave. But when Markus’ life is at the stake, he does what he has to do. Angst, minor character death, Light & Shadow prompt challenge, 100 words.

The Red Queen - Humans usually associated red roses with passion. Love. But all Connor could see when he looked at them was the blood on the tiles of CyberLife tower. Angst, character death, Of Roses and Ravens prompt challenge, 349 words.

There’s No Such Thing as an Android Heaven - Connor came back four times and never feared death. Simon’s suicide opened his eyes in more ways than one. Angst, minor character death, implied/referenced suicide, Light & Shadow prompt challenge, 100 words.

The Smile in Her Eyes - Alice begs her parents to get her a puppy, but their landlord won’t allow having a dog. Kara finds a way to make her daughter happy regardless. Fluff, found family, Light & Shadow prompt challenge, 100 words.

Which One Will Prevail? - Markus hasn’t really understood the weight of Lucy’s words. Until now. Violent android revolution, Light & Shadow prompt challenge, 100 words.

You Love Him Too - North accidentaly interfaces with Simon and finds out that Markus shared his memories with him, too. And she is not happy. Angst with hopeful ending, hints of Simarkus, Norkus and Simon/Markus/North, 669 words.

#detroit become human #simarkus #echo/ripple #dbh #dbh fanfiction #dbh fanfic #fic masterpost #dbh simon #dbh markus #dbh echo #dbh ripple #dbh traci #2021 #shey scribbles #norkus #reed900 #danleo

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astradrifting · 4 years ago

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Hi! I like your opinions on asioaf and they are really good. I wanted to ask you about how much warging into direwolves is harmful for starks. Nymeria is the one who is eating babies like Drogon and Ary@ didn't seem to realise her warging capabilities. Jon connect his desire with ghost hunger. Would starks realised that they have to tame their impulses?

Aww thank you!

I’d say that they will realise eventually, yeah. I love to call them wolves as much as anyone else, but the Targaryens are a pretty good example of why it’s not good to rest so much of your identity upon embodying your house sigil. To be good rulers and good people they’ll need to be more than just wolves. Their warging will still come into play later, there’s gotta be a reason all of the Starklings are wargs, but they can’t rely on it forever.

Even though Jon is the one who’s probably going to be lost for a long time in his direwolf, I’m more worried for the younger kids. Jon and Robb both were aware of the dangers of their wolves, both used them at various times in battle and to intimidate. But Robb became wary of Grey Wind’s increasing savagery, which is partly why he locked him away after he married Jeyne. He actually rejected being a wolf:

“He is part of you, Robb. To fear him is to fear you."

"I am not a wolf, no matter what they call me." Robb sounded cross.

(ASOS, Catelyn II)

When Jon comes back he’ll likely be horrified by his new beastly instincts and will struggle to suppress them. He doesn’t particularly want to be a warg or a true wolf, especially after the Night’s Watch has spent the past few books cursing him for being a warg. Whether he’ll be successful remains to be seen, but the effort to contain his impulses will be there. In Melisandre’s visions, she saw Jon as “a man, now a wolf, now a man again.” Hopefully that foreshadows not only his resurrection but his return to himself as a man.

Bran and Arya are much more emotionally reliant on warging than Jon and Robb were. As able-bodied men, Jon and Robb were powerful and capable enough without warging in a way that Bran and Arya can’t be, especially once they reached leadership positions. The kids both face so much powerlessness in their arcs that they take strength in their warging abilities, this ability to access another form that can achieve more than their own. Arya is alone in the world and in constant peril, but in her wolf dreams she’s strong and powerful, with a pack behind her. It’s far more appealing than being a little girl with no family left.

She was no little girl in the dream; she was a wolf, huge and powerful, and when she emerged from beneath the trees in front of them and bared her teeth in a low rumbling growl, she could smell the rank stench of fear from horse and man alike.

(ASOS, Arya I)

Later, her wolf dreams are contrasted with her memories of the Red Wedding:

The wolf dreams were the good ones. In the wolf dreams she was swift and strong, running down her prey with her pack at her heels. It was the other dream she hated, the one where she had two feet instead of four. In that one she was always looking for her mother, stumbling through a wasted land of mud and blood and fire. It was always raining in that dream, and she could hear her mother screaming, but a monster with a dog's head would not let her go save her. In that dream she was always weeping, like a frightened little girl. Cats never weep, she told herself, no more than wolves do. It's just a stupid dream.

(AFFC, Cat of the Canals)

The impersonal savagery of what she does as Nymeria is preferable to her traumatic reality, where she was helpless and unable to save her mother. But when she returns to Westeros, she’ll likely encounter Nymeria in the Riverlands again and be faced with what she’s become, what Arya has inadvertently released onto her mother’s homeland. It might coincide with her meeting Lady Stoneheart too, another danger that she technically unleashed. I think they’d remind her of herself - figures from Arya of Winterfell’s past whom she loved dearly, rendered unrecognisable by bloodthirst. Maybe it’ll drive her to despair, or maybe it’ll be the push she needs to choose to go home like in season 7, choosing her family over the chance to seek revenge.

Bran is already doing incredibly dark things as a warg. He’s told repeatedly that he’ll never walk again, but he’ll fly. He resents being trapped in his body, and warging is the only way he can escape it. He can both fly and walk again, eat things other than acorn paste as Summer, join Meera and Jojen in exploring the caves as Hodor.

No one wants to hurt you, Hodor, he said silently, to the child-man whose flesh he’d taken. I just want to be strong again for a while. I’ll give it back, the way I always do.

(ADWD, Bran II)

We know from the ADWD prologue that skinchanging into another person is incredibly taboo even amongst skinchangers, considered an abomination. Actually a lot of the prologue foreshadows and condemns things that Bran ends up doing later in the book - warging into a human, warging into birds (not so much condemns, but it is rather judgy about it), eating human flesh if Jojen-paste is a thing… Bran justifies it and thinks it’s all harmless for now, but he can’t forever. Rather than brushing over it, the ‘hold the door’ moment will probably be horrifying, and a source of major guilt for Bran.

These themes might be resolved as a foil to Dany actually - while she has wholly embraced being a dragon, the Starks will have to reject being wolves and being wargs, accepting themselves in their own forms.

Thank you for the ask!

#astra rambles #asks #rickon is also a worry since he’s now spent half his life living wild #sansa is the only normal one in this family they’ll be lost without her #meta #jon snow #arya stark #bran stark #direwolves

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witcher-trash · 5 years ago

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Horror themed geraskier fic recs

all that was good, all that was fair (all that was me is gone) Somewhere, deep in a forest, a man drags himself from his grave by sheer power of will. He lies gasping on the forest floor and does not know who or what he is. The world is wide and wonderful, though, and there is so much to see.-Or, Jaskier is so stubborn that he literally comes back from the dead.

An All-Consuming Creature Following the events on the mountain top, Jaskier and Geralt have parted ways. Months pass and winter comes, brining with it stillness and the ever-pressing silence to remind Geralt that someone is missing. But spring is late in coming. Worry and work pours in through every part of the country as the people consult every power available: witchers, sorceresses, kings, and countrymen, for nothing is growing in the fields. Nothing flowers. What can be the cause? And why in all this time has he heard not a single note from that familiar lute, whatever tavern or pub he's come upon? Rumors abound of the terrifying prospect that spring may not return and the bard's disappearance is lost in the shuffle. When the witcher lost his dandelion, had the world lost so much more?alt — Jaskier gets kidnapped by a strange entity that calls itself Love who attempts to woo him. Meanwhile, the world is dying and no one has answers. Therein lies a mystery and a connection.

A Twist in Time When Jaskier looks over the witcher has his eyes shut tight, his whole body seeming pained. Jaskier realises he wants to soothe him, and the strength of feeling surprises him. He’s been too long without company.“What happened?” the witcher says finally.Jaskier blinks. “That’s quite a big question. I’m afraid you’ll need to be more specific.”“With Nilfgaard,” the witcher clarifies, growling slightly. “It shouldn’t – it didn’t happen like this.”In 1240, Jaskier the bard leaves Posada earlier than planned because of a devil in the mountains.In 1263, three years after Nilfgaard conquers the north, Julian Pankratz, viscount of Lettenhove, hires a witcher and learns about the path his life should have taken.This is not an AU.

ghosting “Why are you doing this,” Geralt asks- he is tired. He has not had the time to mourn Jaskier with him right there at his side. “Jaskier. Why are you here?” “Where else would I go?” Jaskier says- bloody teeth.

Hibernating with Ghosts Getting stuck in Kaedwen in winter had never been on Jaskier's plan. It's cold, they don't appreciate his music and nobody likes their national beverage anyway. The only redeeming thing Kaedwen has is Kaer Morhen, so Jaskier does what any reasonable bard would do in this situation: he decides to charm his way into Kaer Morhen to hibernate with Geralt and the other witchers. If nothing it will be an experience no human has ever had, fuel for songs and poems for years to come, while finally teaching him a thing or two about witchers he's just dying to know.Curiosity tended to kill the cat, but Jasker had always seen himself as more of a bird anyway.

Him In his time as a witcher, Geralt has killed just about everything that can be killed: monsters, beasts, constructs, men, even the undead can die again if you know the trick to it. Wraiths, he knows, are the lingering troubled spirits of people who died tragically, violently, unjustly and unavenged. Their unfair fate spawns in them a jealousy and hatred of everything living that quickly drives them mad and makes them dangerous and deadly, driven to torment those responsible for their plight. Usually he feels no more than a twinge of pity as he sends them off again with silver and fire, but then again usually they aren’t haunting him. Usually they aren’t Jaskier.Geralt learns that Jaskier never made it off the mountain after the dragon hunt and, if that’s what it takes to appease the monster that now wears his face, neither will Geralt.

I'd Be the Choiceless Hope “Such a nice, beautiful sound,” the fae crooned. “If only he were this way always.”Julian’s mother stood up. She claimed she was prepared to stop the fae, to protect her baby, but in Julian’s darkest moments he doubted this part of the story. His mother loved him, of that he had no doubt, but she had been young and weary, and even years later, she couldn’t quite get the twinge of exhaustion out of her eyes when she recalled Julian’s infancy. Even if she had been keen on protecting him, the fae was too close, too fast, too set on his plan.“A gift, for the new mother,” the fae continued. He leaned a hand in to stroke Julian’s cheek. “I give you the gift of obedience.”As a baby, Jaskier was visited by a fae, who gifted Jaskier's mother with Jaskier's obedience. As Jaskier grew older, the "gift" became more of a curse.

Silver and Copper Geralt is just supposed to pass through the quiet Lettenhove area. He's not anticipating being begged by its people to help save their viscount from a curse that keeps him from daylight. Lord Jaskier, they call him, and he's likely dying.As Geralt struggles to untangle the ugly web of history that has lead to the increasingly complicated curse, he finds himself spending more and more time with the strange young viscount and wondering just what he might have been before the curse, and who he might be after. But things are not always as they seem, and as the curse tightens its grip on Jaskier, Geralt is forced to face the fear of failing yet another person whose choices were stolen from them.Or-Jaskier is kept from becoming a bard. Geralt finds him anyway.

Singing Silver Jaskier had not noticed that he was falling apart until he found himself looking into Geralt’s golden eyes and realized that he had no defense.“I don’t play for the dead,” he said. Geralt’s gaze held him fast. His heart sped and he wondered if the Witcher could hear it. He wondered if Geralt knew the exhilaration and terror that burned the dread away like flame to oil. “Not anymore.”

The House of Gwyn Carraigh (geralt x eskel x jaskier) A curious boast of luck sees Eskel into the nowhere town of White Stone, the promise of Geralt and Jaskier's company quickly souring with what he finds: Jaskier, alone and half-mad in a nightmarish torment, and Geralt gone missing on a contract. Trying to keep a cool head, Eskel's window to save both Jaskier and Geralt quickly closes.A tale in two acts.

The skin that crawls from you The contract seemed like any at the beginning. But it turned out to be much more.Jaskier would never describe himself as a coward. However, he couldn't help but feel afraid when he found the monster before Geralt, if one could even call it a monster.

Where the Hearts Are Rotted Out Taking the route through Crookback Bog has its risks. So does Jaskier's making fun of the shrine to the Ladies of the Wood. Illness, curses, wraiths, and ancient hags lurk in the fog.Or it could be a regular human cold.

#geraskier #the witcher #the witcher netflix #geralt of rivia #jaskier #trash boy speaking #fic recs

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