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The new dawn - Felix_likes_to_write - Dead Poets Society (1989) [Archive of Our Own]

The ao3 version of my other fic

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fluffy sweet old gay anderperry (maybe with their kids having to take care of them)

Thank you so much dear anon :) Sorry I just got out writers block but enjoy.

The sun rose above the horizon, greeting the dawn once more. Fiery clouds drifted along the sky, covering the blue with its orange and red blazing flames, devouring it completely.

The birds woke from their slumber, the sleepy spell lifting them as they began to chirp their celestial harmonies once more, singing songs of welcome to the youthful hour.

Todd sighed as he sat on the porch looking over the landscape like some guardian god, as if he was the protector of the peace him and Neil has built. Nay though, not to say he wasn't going to protect it with all his will and the little strength he had yet to give.

The crisp morning wind blowing at his aging cheeks. He shivered. He was never this cold when he was in his youth. Then again. He was not youthful anymore. As much as hates to admit.

He grumbled and decided he was not bothered to go get something warmer, so he shuffled deeper into his jumper and hoped for the best.

He shuffled more comfortably and stared out into the open sky and watched as the once blazing fire slowly subsided into nothing but the azure blue it always was.

His eyes started closing again. It was so peaceful. Nothing but the wind, the cheerful chirps of birds and the soft heaven that unfolded infront of him.

The door creaked ajar.

"Ahh!"

Todd jumped out of his tired daze and turned to scowled sharply at the noise, but his scornful scowl soon alayed when he realised what had caused the creak.

"Todd there you are!"

It was Neil. Already grinning at six in the morning. The man can run on giggles and jokes and nothing else and still be as energetic as ever.

Todd smiled. His smile lines had gotten more deeper these past few days, but maybe that was good. A physical sign he was finally getting happier.

"I am here, and thou forever be, for my love, I am like a bird, without my flight I am nothing of a bird, I may have wings but what use are they if they don't fly,"

Neil chuckled softly.

"Is that a new poem, Walt Whitman?"

Todd nodded.

Neil sat beside Todd, wrapping his arms tightly around him. As if Todd was the only grounded pillar in the world. Neil looked up at him .

"Am I your flight then?"

His voice was anything but a mere whisper, a timid one, unlike Neil at all.

"More than that." Todd said in a tone that sounded as much in love as there youthful days.

Neil eyes crinkled as he smiled that same smile Todd fell in love with. Gosh, if one thing was timeless it was his smile.

They both looked over at the horizon, until another creak came from the door. This time Todd didn't scowl, instead smiled knowing who it was and wrapped closer into Neil.

"Dad! Pops! You shouldn't be out here it's cold!" Scolded the voice of a young person, around their early 30s.

Neil looked over. It was none other than their daughter.

"We'll be fine Rose, never mind us! We're just getting our vitamin D! Wasn't that what the doctor said?" Neil said in a playful tone.

Their daughter huffed but joined them anyway. Todd scooted along leaving room for their child.

It was peaceful once more. No more creaks. Just the three of them. Peaceful at last. Looking over at the heaven put on show in front of them.

Although, it was clear to Todd, there was no other heaven like this.

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Taking in any fic suggestions :) of any ship and type of fic just not smut yet

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Read this it's amazing

Irish Merlin, Merthur, Modern Au

PART TWO OF MY WEE SERIES IS POSTED WOOHOO

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Rethinking life - Felix_likes_to_write - Good Omens (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Aziraphel doesnt know if he's a "good person" he doesn't think he is anymore, he really doesn't

Fanfic here too

Aziraphel stared into space again, he's been doing that alot these past days. Just staring into nothing, letting his thoughts run free, like an uncaged animals escaping from a zoo. 

He sighed. He did that too now. More than usual, or even ever. He used to never sigh. Though now he does. He doesn't know why.

As he continued to bore his eyes into the unfortunate plant he continued to let his thoughts roam around. 

Is he a good person? Aziraphel sighed once more. He doesn't know. Right then the other day he rolled his eyes. Rolled. And grunted as he had to get up and help. 

Help.... 

That's what angels were to do.

Angels.... He chuckled dryly. No, not anymore, not after he backed down from being Archangel, not after he refused to set out more floods, after he fought for humans. For earth. For everything he loved. 

Heaven didn't like that. No. And so sent him away. He didn't even fall. They didn't want to cause an uproar. Apparently one falling was a story. Another was poor management. 

He sighed. Again. They didn't do anything at all. They just simply cut off contact. Which is okay. Yes. Okay. Cutting off contact, yes. That's okay. 

A single tear ran from his cheek. Gosh. All he wanted to do was fit in. Was it that hard? Just for them to see him as an equal. As another angel. Share their memories. Share their laughs, but alas no. No one shared Aziraphel's thoughts, views, nothing. Nothing at all, and so contact was cut off. After all, he tried. It was maybe meant to be. 

He's not a good person. He's made mistakes. He rolled his eyes! He huffed and puffed! Goodness thankfully not directly at people! Gosh! He's been annoyed at people and tempted to curse! 

Another tear fell. Though, even if these were minor details, nothing can beat what he truly did. What he truly hurt. Crowley. 

It was strange how Crowley still accepted him. Still opened his arms at a crying angel. Rubbed small circles into his back. He didn't deserve that. Aziraphel didn't. He got it nonetheless. Why didn't Crowley yell, shout, kick him out, banish him away?!?! 

Why...?

Why did Crowley help him instead? Truly, Aziraphel thought. Crowley was a good person. The only one that truly was pure of heart. Even if he was a demon. He was a demon with a heart. 

Why couldn't Aziraphel be kinder? Why did he start sighing, grunting, getting frustrated even? It was like that though. It will always be like that.

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Chapter two from sulking is a bad idea

What felt like a while of peaceful then gradual fantic search Arthur had finally found him. Sitting on the edge on the fountain. His breathe shuddered. He was breathtaking.

Arthur stood there watching him silently. Arthur watched as his hair fluttered softly in the gentle night wind. Arthur watched as he slowly dipped his fingers in the glittering azure water. Arthur watched as his eyes change to gold. The only gold Arthur will ever really love.

Oh,

Oh,

He was beautiful. Merlin, was beautiful. Beautiful under the bright moonlight. Beautiful in the sun. Beautiful anytime. Gods. Arthur was inlove. Truly besoted to the fullest.

Somehow Arthur's ability to creep was apparently awful as he turned and looked right at Arthur.

"Arthur? Shouldn't you get back to the ball?"

"I-I came here to look for you because you prat dissapeared off!" Arthur winced internally. He didn't mean for it to come of like that, but it did. Arthur cursed himself for it.

Though, Merlin chuckled heartedly. Arthur's heart skipped a beat. Of course the other knew how Arthur was like.

"Hmm, guess I'm just that needed aren't I?" Merlin got off the fountain and was stepping closer. Arthur's breathe shuddered again.

"Yes-!" Arthur winced again. His voice cracked just on the end! Can he not speak properly?!?! God's..... What was Merlin doing to him?!? Was this magic?!?

Now the other was right up to Arthur, their faces only inches apart.

"Arthur, I want to tell you something, you might not like it but-"

Arthur did the only thing he could think of at that moment. He kissed Merlin. He cupped his cheeks, careful not to grab him to hard and planted his lips on the other.

He was hesitant at first. Panic setting in as he realised what he just did. He was about pull away when something grabbed his waist and pulled him back in.

The kiss started like any kiss, soft, even a bit hesitant, then, it grew to something more passionate, hungry even. As they kissed under the moon light.

Finally pulling back, both panting and out of breathe. They rested their foreheads together, swaying slightly as the music played quietly in the background. Somehow it got even more swung.

Merlin chuckled, "This isn't how I thought my confession would go but, I'm not complaining,"

Arthur smiled sheepishly, "Sorry I didn't know what to do!"

"Woah, the great Arthur Pentagon apologiesing. Woah! Never heard of!"

"Shush alright!"

Merlin chucked. That's how it was the whole night, gently swaying together, getting drunk on each other's love and comfort. It was only Arthur and Merlin. No one else.

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Sulking is a bad idea - Chapter 1 - Felix_likes_to_write - Merlin (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

It's a ball, and arthur doesn't find merlin, in the hall, and so goes to look for him, but finds him, by the garden, under the moonlight, he loves even deeper in love and they dance

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My beta reader is on holiday so yeah might not be all correct.

Chapter 1

The lights were dimming, wax slowly dripping off the chandeliers that hung lowly on the grand roof as the ball got further into the night.

Although no one had any intentention of stopping. The people still danced, the music high, but somehow it was more swung and careless as the musicians drank more wine, but no one cared, they danced and cheered and clapped along. Everything was fine when there was wine. Although that didn't include Arthur.

No.

He was not dancing, nor' clapping not even a nod, or a soft tap of the heel. No. He sat there still, on his throne. His mind was elsewhere as his eyes scanned the room. Searching for something. Or, someone.

He sighed, annoyance evident, he was clearly getting impatient. He started to tap the arm rest of his throne. Though it wasn't to the music.

He sighed again, though this time, his sigh had a hint a pain in it. Of longing. Longing of someone.

"Why so blue? Is the ball not to your liking?would you rather there be clowns and dancing monkeys?"

Arthur nearly jumped out of his skin and turned around to meet the horrid goon that had scared the prince.

It was none other than Morgana herself, leaning smugly on the throne, grinning from ear to ear. There was an air of smugness and confidence around her. Arthur shivered. She always had an air of confidence. Sometimes he wished he had it.

Arthur crossed his arms and pulled a face at her. "Go away! I'm enjoying it as a proper royal! By sitting on my throne! Shame you don't know what it's like because you don't have a throne!"

Arthur suddenly regretted saying that to his sister, but didn't at the same time. Can a man not sulk on his own!

Morgana's aura shifted. Arthur gulped. Suddenly he, for once, regretted saying anything back.

"Well if being a proper royal means sitting on a throne and being a lazy git, then I'd reather not, and to add on, at least I get more lovers, at least I don't sulk about not seeing mine. Alteast-"

"Yes! Thank you very much! I completely understand!" Arthur cuts harshly.

"All I'm saying is that you should just go for it! Don't be a sulking cow because that will never get you any where. Trust me I was sulking, just not a cow. Obviously. Just go for it. Don't just wait!"

Arthur sighed. Morgana was right. Even if it's hard to admit for him. He couldn't sulk anymore.

He sighed and got up. Strightening his back. She was right. He had to do something about it.

He turned to Morgana. "Where is he?"

Morgana smiled and hinted towards the gardens. "He likes the fountains."

With that Arthur left.

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Death of ones passion is the biggest grief one can go through - Chapter 1 - Felix_likes_to_write - Dead Poets Society (1989) [Archive of Our Own]

Todd in the midst of struggling to write a novel, he breaks down he doesn't care about his office wrecks it shreds and rips the papers, he doesn't care, but then Neil. Neil finds him. In his office of their apartment on the ground.

Or Neil helps Todd

Finished :D

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"My love what is wrong?" the Villain said as they sat next to the Hero.

It was chilly, as it was well after midnight, the nippy air made the Villain shiver from the cold. Villain didn't know why they were walking out. Why they were roaming the city when they had no intent on causing any trouble? Not even the Villain themselves could answer. It was to check the perimeter for their next big crime. Or so they said. Deep down they knew it was to see the special Hero that warmed their cold dead heart.

And now. They were sitting on the roof of a random building, sitting on the cold, hard concrete as the freezing air devoured them right through their clothes. Though the Villain gave no thought to that. Just say there.

"Nothing is wrong!" the Hero shot back, not sparing a glance at the Villain.

The villain chuckled and spoke in a low, calm tone "then why are you here of all places, alone, at night, hmm. Why my darling?"

The Hero glared and spit back, "Im perfectly fine! And I'm not your darling! Or love! I'm not-" Tears streamed down their face like mini water falls, finally breaking the long standing dam. They couldn't control themselves. Not like they always do. No. Not tonight.

The Villain gasped softly for a second before swiftly hugging the Hero tightly to which the Hero took no mind not trying to get out of the hug or anything. Nothing.

"Sorry," Hero spoke quietly.

"No no, my dear, not need to say sorry, use me as a tissue, or a shoulder, or.... Anything I don't mind, my dearest."

After the Hero cried some more and the Villain was there. Right until the sun rose.

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Hero x villain shite for you - Chapter 1 - Felix_likes_to_write - hero x villain - Fandom [Archive of Our Own]

Alll of my current hero x villain works actually organised

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The Hero couldn't take the the Villain anymore, after the last straw was plucked, the last string was cut and the last nerve was struck that's when the Hero blew.

Both Hero and Villain were in disguise to track down Supervillain, sent by their agencies, they had begrudgingly accepted.

The Hero thought that Supervillain would be hard to find, she thought that the Supervillain would be hiding in their top secret lair, only coming out to reign terror over the civilians in the city.

The Villain told her not to be daft, and said she thought the Supervillain would probably be hosting the grandest party in the city and would put it under a fake name.

Obviously, the Villain was right.

Here, the Hero stood on the side lines of the dance floor, fuming as she watched the Villain laugh obnoxiously loud, probably bragging about a new minor achievement or puchase.

It made Hero sick. She wanted nothing to do but get out of here, out of the intoxicating space that choked her tight. Out of the dress that was too small for her. Out of the blinding bright lights that flashed her eyes every time she glanced up.

Another obnoxiously loud laugh later, she had enough. She marched right into the centre of the dance floor and grabbed Villain the arm, dragging her to the nearest disclosed space.

Finally, the Villain yanked her arm out of the Hero's strong grasp, she turned around and yelled, "What are you even doing! I thought you said you didn't like- "

The Villain was cut as off as she was slammed against the wall, unable to move her hands as they were captured by the others with a firm grip.

The Hero crouched down a bit to meet the Villain eye, only mere milimetres were their faces away.

She whipsered in a low but commanding tone, "Yes I don't want to be here alright! But I have to, and you're not making it any better for me, so how about we work as a team or I fly solo and the pay check only goes to me."

The Villain normally wouldn't care too much about it, they had money, but holy guacamole was she down bad. She sunk low. Lower than low. Falling for a Hero, but she didn't seem to care at all anymore.

With a convincing annoyed huff, she spoke, "Fineeeee, gosh you're so annoying I cant even have a bit of fun anymore,"

The Hero rolled her eyes and the duo strolled off, actually looking for the Supervillain this time.

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Finally the summer the girls don't have to worry about hiding or being secretive on dates they can go out as much as they want, it's the summer, it's the end of another school year, they are free even for a bit.

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As Ginny and Chris grow older, their bones weaker by day, wrinkles forming more and more, they realise just how little time they have left with eachother, just how little time there's is left at all.

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It shouldn’t be surprising that writers have some of the best strike signs in existence

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Prompt: Happiness

What Chris and Ginny listen to, on a hot summer's morning, both dancing their hearts away, as they laugh each time they step on each other's foot, or laugh because the other is laughing, the happiness spreads all across their kitchen, because they have each other. And that's all they need.