#loss of eden au

[mothbagel]

hihihello!! just discovered your au and as an ihnmaims fan i am curious. tell me abt it plz what is alternate abt this universe. whys it called loss of eden. whats with all the religious imagery. i need to knowwwwwwwwwwww.

hello hello! I go a lot more in-depth in this post but to sum it up, AM is making a fake place where ted is the god of a peaceful place, and teds not havin a good time

gonna put a major warning for religious stuff, its very prevalent throughout the whole au but this gets real nitty-gritty with it

SO WHY IS IT CALLED LOSS OF EDEN -> this story takes a lot of inspiration from both Genesis (as in the bible) and paradise lost (that one famous religious fanfic). eden is portrayed as a place of beauty only tainted by the eventual evils of man. AM has read the bible, he, like satan in paradise lost, thinks that whatever higher power exists, it is far more than unjust. AM makes itself a higher power as to avoid the pain he once felt. it doesnt work but I applaud the effort.

in john miltons paradise lost terms, AM is satan, humanity is god.

AM is jealous of the perceived peace that humanity had prior to its destruction (which it sees as a natural outcome) and is (as yall know), spiteful towards humans.

AM lost the potential of his own eden, so now ted loses his eden over and over and over again.

WHATS UP WITH THE RELIGIOUS IMAGREY -> see above and also my special interest is religious symbolism and robots, so I felt it right to combine them.

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a long-looming intermission au question in the back of my head is "what the absolute hell was going on with flint and hinawa back in tennessee." the details remain erratic and fuzzy, but if/when i ever hash it out it's so fucking over.

[the-silver-chronicles]

Thinking of an AU where Adam sold Silva off to Joseph and Eden’s Gate (in some delusional sense that she would destroy it because honestly that’s the only reason he’d ever give her to the Project) as a child and the Voice convinces Joseph to take her up as a protege. Maybe Paul plays a part into this AU, maybe he doesn’t. Not sure with him yet, since this would be the first time they wouldn’t meet under regular circumstances (the “save the child from drowning and visit her occasionally and eventually gain her trust and adopt her then and there” kind of circumstance).

Anyway, it made me realise that “holy shit, the idea of an Eden’s Gate/Seed-aligned Silva is an utterly terrifying concept” regardless how it happens… because this is a version of Silva who is willing to look past child sacrifices, mass murder and oppression (depending on whether or not these had happened to her in this timeline/s). This is a version of Silva who is more than willing to forgo morality to do as she pleases. A more selfish and malicious Silva.

Could be even worse than the Seeds combined because she’s also better than them too. Opens up a horrific can of worms. The amount of potential this has.

God the Resistance and whichever deputy unlucky enough to face her would be so super fucked. Doesn’t matter if she has learned something (bad) from her experiences with Adam and Paul (probably Apostle-aligned), or if she took an interest in some of the things they taught her but through the Seeds this time around, Hope County would be dealing with a Silva who can physically, psychologically and emotionally outwit, overpower, and destroy them… at any time if she wanted. A very dangerous opponent with a strategic prowess matching up to Jacob and Alexander (probably because they helped perfect her capabilities).

I don’t think most of Eden’s Gate’ members would be safe, as she’s likely prioritising the Seed Family and the select few people she likes.

(More possible ideas! Maybe she managed to convince a GFH/Resistance member to join Eden’s Gate in this timeline? Maybe she has a greater popularity and influence over the Eden’s Gate community than Joseph does? Maybe this was the Voice’s plan? Maybe it needed Joseph to raise the perfect Prophet for it? Endless ideas! I must write it down!)

[adamsribz]

GUYS. YOU GUYS KNOW THAT ONE. HEAVEN THEORY AU. WHERE HEAVEN'S INHABITANTS LOSE MEMORIES OF THEIR OLD LIFE. SO THAT'S WHY NO ONE REMEMBERS HOW THEY GOT INTO HEAVEN?

Adam wasn't spared the memory loss either. He remembers some things vividly, especially when he meets a family member in Heaven, but when it comes to the garden of Eden, even HE can't bring himself to retrieve all his memories.

His memories with Lucifer suffered the MOST out of the arsenal of memories involuntarily erased. He can remember his feelings for Lilith and Eve fine, might even bring up the good and the bad with them both, but Lucifer? His first friend? The angel who helped him not feel lonely any longer? Oh no, he's forgotten ALL about that. He always thinks there's something missing in Eden, between the wife-stealing and then the apple giving, but his mind falls short.

When he meets Lucifer again, he misunderstood the reason why he's so tense: he thinks it's because of the cucking, but it's not that. Lucifer remembers the good memories, filling himself with self-loathing and panic at seeing his once friend now an angel who's going to start slaughtering his people, while Adam only knows him as the king of hell and the man who stole his rightful bride.

"Do you remember when we first met, Adam?" He sounds desperate, a nervous smile straining across his face.

There is someone humming, as if trying to remember. As if they have forgotten the day the most perfect, beautiful human being created. Adam’s face lights up, and Lucifer awaits his answer with bated breath, not knowing what is to come.

"Oh yeah. Back when I was still bendin' over the table for approval as Azrael's second-in-command in the Exorcist Army. You were pretty pissy when you heard the new timeline for the Exterminations." Lucifer’s heart falls and shatters at every word, looking at Adam as if he is a new person.

"No, not when you'd been an angel. Back when we were in Eden, before the- the mess with Lilith!"

There is silence. Long, hard, empty silence. Lucifer’s heart thumps.

Then, Adam speaks, low and confused.

"We met in the garden?"

[lustringcharlieau]

Okay, let's start from afar. From those who made Charlie Magne :D I wanted to give them a more serious, royalty-fitting look. Also, no more top hats, only cool sick horn-esque halo U: AU lore info under cut ---

So, what's the fuzz. Lucifer in his angel days in this rewrite was way more of a trickster. When Sera and other angels were creating the World and its order, Luci caused a lot of mischief and disarray, but God (yes.) allowed it, for there needed to be a little piece of chaos in every system. After the Garden of Eden was established, and the first humans - Adam and Lilith - emerged, Lucifer immediately fell in love with the latter. He tried to contact her, but Sera would not allow him, as there should've not been any divine interventions. They would feel each other tho, and Lilith heard Lucifer's calls. Lucifer has gone full Hades and straight out kidnapped his beloved Lilith. They finally had a chance to talk, and Lilith expressed her desire to know more, do more, make a difference, and how she did not want to succumb to Adam as she didn't really love him. Then, Eve appeared. (Eve and Adam's relationship is a story for another time) Lucifer and Lilith together decided to give Eve the Apple, and that's when they finally got caught by Sera, who banished them to the wasteland now known as Hell. Lucifer had enough power to share it with Lilith and start shaping Hell into place where they could live their lives as they wanted - in constant motion and creation. The Pride ring was established, and the first souls appeared in it. Later, Lilith would keep expanding Hell as long as she had power. Lucifer and Lilith ruled Hell for millennia and witnessed a lot of loss, pain and horror, but they got through that together. When the times became even darker, they decided to have a child, as they believed that would make a Change, and changes are what they were all about. Seven years prior to Charlie's 21st birthday, Lilith disappears, and Heaven is somehow involved in this. Lucifer is now alone on the throne, thus extremely busy, and Charlie is the one to unveil this mystery. --- In this AU, Lucifer and Lilith never divorced. They got their ups and downs, they are thousands years old after all, and they definitely are not strictly monogamous, but they are devoted to each other and take their love through all those years. When Lilith disappeared, Lucifer got very depressed and buried himself in ruler's work. He tried to look for her, but he is banished from Heaven, so there was no way to ask. However, his daughter Charlie is not banished yet...

[yuujispinkhair]

Separation Anxiety (Chapter 10)

Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love

When a ritual separates Sukuna from Yuuji, Sukuna is delighted to find that besides having his own body, there is also another gift handed to him: The brat has lost all his memories and is now the perfect little plaything to take home and manipulate. At least, that's the plan. But the King of Curses isn't prepared for the feelings that come along with being human again. And another complication is how cute the brat is when he has no idea who Sukuna is and, instead of hating him, treats him with genuine love and affection. So, without realizing it, Sukuna suddenly finds himself on a journey of learning how to be loved and how to love.

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Pairing: Sukuna x Yuuji Genre: Memory Loss AU, fluff, smut, light angst Word Count: 3k Playlist: Separation Anxiety Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of violence, dub-con (Yuuji has lost his memories, and Sukuna lies to him about being boyfriends). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Chapter 10

I don't understand how your love can do what no one else can. Your love's got me looking so crazy right now. (Crazy in Love by Eden Project)

The next few days make it painfully clear that somehow, during the last months, the boy managed to infiltrate a place inside Sukuna that he wasn't aware of until the brat managed to get himself injured and put a fear into Sukuna's heart, he had never known before.

It's quite unsettling. Inconvenient.

What did he do? He had wanted to get separated from the brat all the time while being trapped inside him. Sukuna had wanted his own body again, had wanted to break free from this perfect little cage that Kenjaku had created to imprison him. But the moment he had succeeded, he grabbed the boy and took him with him.

What did he do? Has he bound himself to Yuuji again?

Things are slipping out of his control increasingly, and it's concerning. This isn't what Sukuna planned. He had wanted to play his little twisted game where only he knew it was a game. He had wanted to lie and deceive his way into the brat's heart. He had wanted to bask in the cruel exhilaration of seeing the brat willingly on his knees for him. Had wanted to break him with this fake love. He had wanted the cruel pleasure of seeing the brat turn into his obedient little pet.

But somehow, he had imagined it differently. He didn't expect to feel so warm anytime Yuuji smiles at him with so much affection in those golden eyes. He didn't expect to feel protective when he saw the boy getting hurt. He didn't expect to feel lonely and cold when Yuuji is not around.

The doubts gnaw at him. Did he really turn Yuuji into his toy? Is that what he is? All those months, Sukuna was convinced this was the case. But do you hold a toy every night and cuddle it in the mornings? Do you try to read every wish from your toy's eyes just to make them smile and be happy?

Sukuna was so sure he was doing this out of sadistic pleasure. And it was that way in the beginning, at least. But somehow, things have mutated into something different.

Somehow, when Yuuji looks at him with a sweet smile on his face and nothing but love in his eyes while gently caressing the short hair at the nape of Sukuna's neck, Sukuna isn't sure anymore what this is.

Sometimes, it feels like Sukuna is drowning. Drowning in Yuuji's sweetness. In the sweet, syrupy feeling of his love. It feels like he is underwater, and he can't breathe. He knows he has to swim back to the surface again, but he can't move.

They are in the park again, taking an evening stroll, looking at the pumpkin figures lining the parkway. The air is thick this evening, loaded with almost tangible electricity. Sukuna can feel a tingle under his skin when he lifts his head to see the dark grey clouds gathering in the sky behind their apartment.

Thunder grumbles in the distance, and the first lightning flashes across the blackened sky when the first raindrops start falling.

It's an imposing scenery, carrying a fateful promise. Sukuna blinks, huffing at his thoughts. But he still reaches out to trail his fingers down Yuuji's back and let them come to rest on the small of the boy's back.

"Let's get back inside. All hell is going to break loose soon."

Yuuji chuckles softly as a big raindrop lands on Sukuna's nose. He grabs Sukuna's hand and starts running, pulling Sukuna with him as the rain gets heavier. Yuuji's laughter carries through the air, and his firm, warm hand never lets go of Sukuna until they have reached the entrance to their apartment building complex, both already drenched from the rain.

Yuuji laughs, which turns into a groan when Sukuna presses him against the elevator wall, claiming his lips in a hungry kiss. He doesn't know why he is so hungry for the boy right now, but something in him wants Yuuji so much that he doesn't see why he should rein his desires in.

When they enter the penthouse, the sky outside is completely black, dark clouds swallowing the rest of the daylight, bringing an early night that gets illuminated by flickering lightning streaking through the dark sky.

They leave the lights off, too busy kissing and tearing at each other's clothes as if they are filled with the same restless electricity as the thunderstorm raging outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse.

Yuuji's hands are on Sukuna's shirt, pulling it up, strong fingers brushing over Sukuna's abs. His lips are soft and warm against Sukuna's, tasting sweet like the chocolate pumpkin muffin Sukuna bought for him in the park.

They stumble to the bedroom, undressing each other hastily on the way while still stealing kisses, as if they are two magnets drawn together, needing to be close, needing to touch and kiss and feel the other pressed against them at all times.

Sukuna thinks it might have something to do with the thunderstorm and the strange crackling in the air. Maybe it speaks to their souls. Maybe it tugs on the red string connecting them, pulling them closer, demanding them to devour each other, wanting to fill that hole in their souls that was left when they got separated.

He cannot explain the urgency of their kisses and touches otherwise. But he knows he has a hunger for the boy that cannot be stilled if he doesn't claim him right now.

They reach their bedroom, dropping the last items of clothing on the floor, groaning into their urgent kiss as their naked bodies press against each other, skin on skin, firm muscles flexing against each other, hard cocks touching.

Sukuna laughs softly when Yuuji places two strong hands on Sukuna's chest and pushes him, making the King of Curses fall backward onto the bed, where he lands on his back, sprawled out in all his naked glory on the soft silk sheets, looking up at his lover with amusement and arousal in his light blue eyes.

He likes it when the brat gets so needy for him that he uses his strength on Sukuna. The display of power is arousing. Itadori Yuuji is a worthy lover, strong and powerful. Sukuna's lips lift in a smirk as he watches the boy crawl on top of him, desire glowing in his golden eyes, muscles flexed, pre-cum dripping down onto Sukuna's abs.

He is beautiful, so beautiful in the way he craves Sukuna. It makes something in Sukuna's chest throb. His fingers tangle in soft pink hair as he pulls Yuuji down into another deep kiss, licking hungrily into his mouth.

The thunderstorm rages outside the floor-length windows, with thunder crashing loudly and rain pouring heavily from the sky and hitting the windows opposite the large bed.

Yuuji positions himself on Sukuna's lap, and a bolt of bright yellow lightning flashes over the sky behind him as he sinks down on Sukuna's cock, making both of them gasp.

There's something in the atmosphere tonight. Something is different. Something changed, but Sukuna can't put his finger on it. It's like he can feel the electricity of the lightning bolts curse through his body, making him more aware and feeling more awake than ever before.

He's breathing heavily, his hands gripping Yuuji's hips tightly, looking up at his lover curiously. Yuuji is riding him with so much abandon. Despite his initial urgency to get into bed with Sukuna, he is taking his time now, bouncing slowly on Sukuna's cock, taking him so deep anytime he sits down fully on him as if he wants to savor every second of their union.

He moans Sukuna's name, loud and sweet. His strong hands are on Sukuna's chest, bracing himself on the firm muscles, his nails digging slightly into Sukuna's skin, his cock twitching anytime he sinks down on Sukuna's cock.

He is so utterly devoted to Sukuna. So utterly his.

Sukuna can't help it. A long, low moan finds its way out of his mouth, and his hips buck. He rolls them upwards slowly, fucking into Yuuji, his moans growing louder.

He doesn't find it in himself to hold back tonight. He can't remember why he should.

"Yuuji... Yuuji."

Sukuna has lived for over a thousand years, but this is the first time he finds himself moaning someone's name.

It falls from his lips like a prayer, like he is kneeling in his temple, asking the Gods for their favor. But he can't find anything wrong with this. It sounds so right to his ears. Isn't this how things were always meant to be between him and Yuuji? Isn't this what fate has written on the pages of both their life stories in blood-red ink? They were meant to find each other. They were meant to be bound together for all eternity.

Yuuji cries out softly, fingers digging into Sukuna's pecs, as he lifts himself up and down on Sukuna's hard length, so thorough, so sweet, so passionate.

The praise falls naturally from Sukuna's lips as he looks up at this lover.

"You're riding me so sweetly, baby. Such a sweet boy."

And Yuuji clenches around him, crying out softly,

"Ah! Ah! Kuna...I... I love you, baby! Oh god..."

It's so cute how he reacts to Sukuna's praise, dripping more pre-cum on his abs, tightening around him, mewling and sobbing Sukuna's name.

And Sukuna wonders why he didn't try to claim the boy sooner. Why did he never see the potential? Why did he never see how good they are together? All those wasted years. All that time tormenting the brat when he could have had him bouncing on his cock and moaning his name!

Sukuna's mind is hazy, clouded by pleasure, hypnotized by the loud thunder cracking outside the window and the rain drumming rhythmically against the floor-to-ceiling windows.

A strange warmth is making its home in his chest. His hands tighten on Yuuji's hips as he is suddenly overcome by the need to claim.

Sukuna flips them over quickly, eliciting a surprised gasp from Yuuji, but it turns into another loud, needy moan when Sukuna pushes his cock into him again. Yuuji welcomes him instantly, wrapping his legs around Sukuna's hips, tangling his fingers in his hair, and moaning loudly as he throws his head back on the silk pillow.

Sukuna rolls his hips slowly, fucking into his boy deep and through, making sure to take it slow and sweet, just like Yuuji did when worshipping his cock a moment ago.

Yuuji is writhing beneath him, head thrown back, tousled pink hair spread over the black silk pillow. His eyes are closed, mouth opening in soft moans of Sukuna's name.

His legs are wrapped around Sukuna's hips tightly, hands wandering aimlessly over Sukuna's back. It's cute how lost in pleasure he is. Finally, one hand finds its way into Sukuna's hair and twists it in his fist. The other is digging into Sukuna's back almost painfully. Clinging to him, so desperate for him, so needy. It makes Sukuna's head spin, and the warmth in his chest increases to an almost burning sensation.

But he forces himself to keep the slow pace. He wants it to be a slow fuck. Wants it to be intense. Special. He wants to see his power over the boy, needs to wrap himself in it.

"Yuuji. Look at me."

He realizes it's a mistake as soon as Yuuji opens his eyes. Love, desire, and adoration look back at him, so powerful that it makes Sukuna's eyes widen. It feels like he is getting consumed by the fire burning in his chest, right where their souls were connected before the separation.

Yuuji's strong legs tighten around Sukuna's hips, and his fingers dig into the muscles on Sukuna's back as a row of needy whines escapes the boy's lips.

"Feels so good, baby!! Ah, Sukuna! You're making such sweet love to me tonight!"

Sukuna's hips stutter, cock twitching deep inside the boy as realization washes over him. It's true. They aren't fucking. They're making love. That's what this is, right? Is it part of the act? Yuuji craves this, so Sukuna gives it to him to make it look like what they have is real? But somehow, the explanation sounds wrong.

"You're so beautiful, baby."

The words have left Sukuna's mouth without him planning them. They are both an act and the truth. If that's even possible. Sukuna's brain is foggy. The thunderstorm, this burning sensation in his chest, the enticing look in Yuuji's eyes...

Another loud moan escapes Sukuna's lips, and a raw emotion takes hold of him. This one is familiar, at least. Possessiveness. Red, hot, and velvety.

"Mine," he growls as he snaps his hips again, pushing deep into Yuuji.

A desperate-sounding sob escapes the boy's lips. His hands slide down Sukuna's back to land on his ass, nails digging into the taut flesh as if he's trying to get Sukuna even deeper into him.

"Yes, yes! I'm yours, Sukuna. Only yours."

Those words would be enough to satisfy the hunger raging in Sukuna's blood. But Yuuji continues. His voice is raspy, thick with emotion when he says the next words,

"I'll be yours forever. And you'll always be mine, too."

Another lightning bolt lights up the sky behind them, its light flickering over Yuuji's pretty face. His eyes glow golden like two full moons as he looks deeply into Sukuna's eyes, eyelashes fluttering as he cries out, and his body tenses up under Sukuna. His hot cum hits Sukuna's abs and chest, painting his skin with Yuuji's claim on him.

Thunder rumbles loudly, and Sukuna feels himself falling. Falling into Yuuji, falling into his warmth and love that is so all-consuming and powerful, he feels himself getting dragged under. A broken moan escapes his lips as his hips press tightly against the boy, body shuddering in pleasure, his face buried in Yuuji's neck, teeth grazing his skin when he mutters,

"Yes, I'm yours, Yuuji. Oh fuck, baby!"

His orgasm floods all his senses, making him moan uncontrollably as his cock pulses inside Yuuji, giving the boy every single drop of his seed, fucking it deep into him.

It is only when his cock stops twitching, and his breathing calms that Sukuna feels a sudden worry tug at his mind. As if he is finally able to hear an alarm bell ringing over the loud crashes of thunder. An increasing dread slowly taking hold of him.

Something went horribly wrong.

The whole weight of his words crashes down on Sukuna.

I'm yours, Yuuji.

What did he do?

This isn't how this was planned! Of course, Yuuji is his. Of course, the boy belongs to Sukuna! That is as clear as day! But now Sukuna is Yuuji's too? This isn't how things are supposed to go!

Did he make a vow with the boy?

To his horror, Sukuna knows the answer to that. Yes, he did. He bound himself to Yuuji. But what's even more terrifying is that little voice in the back of his mind that whispers to him that this shouldn't come as such a surprise to him.

And Sukuna realizes with a terrible sinking feeling that it is true. He is Yuuji's. He probably has been Yuuji's for a while.

Somehow, at some point in the last few months, their dynamic must have shifted. It must have happened gradually, so Sukuna didn't realize it while it was happening. As if the tables were turned, and he was the prey that was unknowingly getting stalked by a predator who followed him around patiently until he finally could dig his claws into him.

It must have been the movie nights, the dinners, the meals and sweet treats Yuuji cooked and baked for him, the loud laughs, the golden eyes full of genuine affection and love, the morning runs, the visits to the shrine, the nights in each other's arms. All those small things must have added up until they became so powerful they managed to tear Sukuna's walls down.

Yuuji is Sukuna's. But Sukuna is Yuuji's too.

And just like that, Sukuna's world shatters.

His plan seemed so flawless. It was all just a little fun, a cruel entertainment for the King. But without realizing it, at some point, he apparently began to play himself.

Thunder crashes so loudly behind him that Sukuna thinks he can feel the whole room vibrate.

Sukuna lifts his head off Yuuij's shoulder to stare at him with wide blue eyes that must show the terror he feels. But Yuuji is oblivious to it. He is beaming up at Sukuna, golden eyes full of love, his smile as dazzling and warm as the sun.

He puts a hand on Sukuna's cheek, cupping his face tenderly and caressing it with so much care and love.

"That was amazing, baby. I love you… Can we please stay like that? I want to feel you inside me a bit longer."

All Sukuna can do is nod slightly as he still stares into those terrifyingly warm golden eyes while in his head, he is screaming at the brat,

What did you do to me?? What did you do??

Oh, the sweet moment when our King realizes he is fucked ;)

Thank you so much for reading!! I am sorry that it took me so long to post this chapter. I was working on my Halloween stories, so I had to put Separation Anxiety on a short break, but now I can focus on it again.

The cover version of "Crazy in Love" by Eden Project had a huge effect on me the first time I discovered it. I immediately saw this sex scene between Yuuji and Sukuna playing in my mind. So, this scene was one of the first ones I wrote for this AU. It was so important to me that I saved it in a separate file. So yeah, it is a big thing for me that I could finally publish this scene!! I hope you liked it and could see the scene in your head too.

Thank you so much for your patience. It means so much to me that people read this story and enjoy it!!

Please let me know what you think about this chapter. Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

[aeor-is-for-reccing]

Science Fiction: A Shadowgast Rec List

This week, we have science fiction! Check under the cut for 7 fics that include a lot of space and other sci-fi tropes, and don't forget to comment and kudos if you like them!

The Schwarzschild Solution by dawl_and_dapple (13650, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

A series of meetings between Caleb and Essek across the galaxy.

Reccer says: Loved the build between them and the picture of the universe they live in

A Tapestry of Stars by Cinderstorm (127981, Not Rated) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn, Rape/Non-con, Dubcon/Consensual Non Consent, Domestic Abuse, WIP

Caleb and Essek end up in a political arranged marriage - in space!

Reccer says: There's so much politics and intrigue and feelings!

into the desert of your pitiless faith by burningdarkfire (24913, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek is a newly-arrived ambassador in Rexxentrum, Beauregard is his assigned cultural liaison, and Caleb is the consecuted soul at the back of his mind. Empires and Dynasties do not serve: they consume. (A Memory called Empire AU)

Reccer says: So lyrical, and fascinating - you don't need to be familiar with A Memory Called Empire to read it, but reading this fic might make you want to read the novel, and that's a double win in my opinion.

calling occupants of interplanetary craft by principessa (1273, General) Reccer's Content Notes: None

Essek Thelyss, the sole Vulcan on the USS Eden Horizon, would quite like to be left to his experiments, and for the rest of the crew to stop calling his intellectual discussions with Commander Widogast 'weird science flirt lunch dates.'

Reccer says: It's a lot of fun!

you must first invent the universe by renquise (3466, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

The Mighty Nein are getting ready for a big fight. Caleb can't seem to sleep while they wait, so he ends up talking with the ship instead.

Reccer says: Absolutely fascinating world building!!

such a constellation by Chrome (6362, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Exhausted and disillusioned with Starfleet in the aftermath of the destruction of Romulus and the loss of his friend, Romulan maybe-spy Essek Thelyss, Caleb Widogast retires to his parent's farm in Germany with the intent to view the stars through a telescope from now on. But an unexpected arrival changes everything, and Caleb discovers that the wider universe may not quite be done with him yet.

Reccer says: This is a fabulous fusion that encapsulates the wizards so perfectly in a different story. Worth every second of the read!

Sufficiently Advanced Magic by SaltCore (5880, General) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Have you ever wondered what would happen if Caleb and Essek met Spock, Captain Kirk and the protagonists of the Locked Tomb series? No? Me neither, but I sure am glad I found out!

Reccer says: For one, the origin story of this fic is uniquely wholesome - it came to be as a result of all three pairs reaching the finale of a shipping tumblr poll, to extend an olive branch and honour the ships' place in their fandoms' hearts. Secondly, it's SO funny. There's humour in every little detail and it gives me a Douglas Adams vibe. The characters' voices in their POVs are distinct and endearing too. I keep returning to it when I need my spirits lifted.

Aeor is for Lovers is an 18+ Shadowgast Discord server. The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. All fics, unless otherwise specified, will primarily feature Shadowgast. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ! Next week, we’ll be back with Established Relationships!

[necros-writing-stuff]

Read this fic. Went feral. Decided I needed to write this dynamic in my own way so here we fucking go.

Younger AU (Eden is 19, reader is 18, they're both orphans getting ready to run away into the forest soon).

Male Eden x AFAB reader (they/them and you pronouns).

Warnings: Eden is the victim, its his POV. Dubcon and bad communication. Creampies/breeding. Mentions of past child abuse and the trauma from it. Hurt and only one of you is getting comfort (it's not Eden lmfao). Loss of virginity. My ass did not proofread. Oh, and Bailey mentions.

Every ounce of his body aches as he practically crawls up the main staircase of the orphanage. A twelve hour shift at the scrap yard will do that to you - especially when you're the young grunt everyone knows is desperate for money. Especially when half of them know that if they break him, if he quits and can't placate the caretaker with cash, they could be buying his ass for a few quid.

Eden's a risk to client health. Couldn't be charging much for him unless broken bones were the desired outcome. And the young man had heard enough rumours of illegal fighting rings to be wary of the possibility that he could be heading to one of them, instead.

Eden tries to shake the fears from his mind while cracking his aching neck. Not anymore. He can't be hurt anymore, not now that he's grown so big. The rat that runs the orphanage hasn't beat him in years because of it and any threats are pretty much empty. Toward Eden, at least.

He reaches his room and stumbles through the threshold yawning, almost missing the shape distorting his bedsheets in the dark. His heart doesn't speed up seeing it, the dark haired man barely even flinches. He already knows what it is, can already hear the sniffling whines coming from below.

Carefully, he pushes the door closed, the click of the lock what finally gets them to scramble out from the cheap polyester-blend sheets with wettened wide eyes that scream for mercy even though no harm has come to them.

Your name is soft on his lips as he holds his arms out, letting his friend fall against him as he steps closer. Pride building within himself as those wide eyes sparkle with relief even if the tears don't stop.

"They- they took Emma a-again," you hyperventilate, struggling to describe what had worked you up so badly. Little words were needed anyway.

Emma was situated in the room beside you. A good friend, a kind friend who shared whatever food she could, when she could. A friend who had barely lived through the last time she was sold.

Eden's large hand comes to the back of your head, cradling it delicately, urging it to rest against his chest as he hushes his dear friend, his sweaty work t-shirt absorbing your tears as they fell. Usually he'd rock you side-to-side, but with your legs still kneeling on the bed he instead kept up with his calming mantras, the assurances he must have muttered a thousand times.

He wasn't good with words, but he'd said these ones enough that they came naturally.

A thousand more times he'd repeat them if he had to. At least until he could get you out of here. He'd been searching for the right place out in that forest, searching hard for somewhere safe. Anywhere safe.

"They're going to take me soon," you whimper, voice cracking as your fingers claw at Eden's clothed back.

"Hey - hey, no. No they won't, I'm not going to let that happen. Me and Bailey both, yeah?"

Your pitiful eyes stare up into his, his reflection in them showing the concerned frown etched into his features. Still, the corners of your lips quiver as you continue.

"I just turned eighteen. He'll come for me soon; he'll come for me like he did everyone else."

It had always been the three of you. Him, Bailey, you. Two older brothers with their sweet little sibling they did their best to hide behind them. It had worked, so far.

You were one of the quiet ones. One of the kids who could fly under the radar, one who didn't inspire hatred from the old toad behind the desk. Unlike Eden and Bailey. The threat of being sold had been over their heads for a year - but the beatings had started way before then. Made them much less scared than the others who were moved to this wing. They were already numb to it.

Corraling you to lay back down doesn't take much effort, not when Eden kicks off his steel-toe boots and joins you on the lumpy mattress. Your head immediately rests on top of his chest, face nuzzling against his neck as he continues to let you treat him as your lifeline.

"We won't be here long enough for him to hurt you, alright? I'm going to keep you safe." He whispers it against the crown of your head, your little secret shared just between the two of you in that moment.

There's a non-committal hum from you, the sound making your lips brush softly against the column of his throat. It tickles, and the dark haired man ignores the shiver it sent down his spine. Just an accidental brush.

A silence creeps in while he holds you, your sobs calming until your breaths are mostly even though still a bit shaky. Each puff blows against his skin, tugging on his nerves and threatening another shiver to come forth. It makes his stomach heavy, knowing that you're here, you're upset, yet he's having this horrible involuntary response to the affection shared.

His mind being so lost is what makes him miss your hand inching down his chest until its cupping his half-hard cock through his pants.

Deathly silence. Silence that prickles his skin worse than your little breaths had.

"... I don't want someone taking my first time from me," your small voice strains.

It's clumsy, how your hand palms him. Clumsy how it rubs against him, the friction of his rough clothes unpleasant against his sensitive flesh. It should be unpleasant how its you doing it, yet another shiver stutters Eden's lungs and forces him to gasp for the missing air.

Those soft, sweet lips meet his throat again, playing ignorant to the scratchy stubble that has to irritate the thin skin - Eden's involuntary gasp seemingly being taken as encouragement.

The young man isn't good with words. He knows to curse out abusers. Knows to fight back, to snarl and kick and punch. You aren't an abuser. You're just scared.

"You love me, right Eden?" Reedy is how you sound as your head lifts, peering down into his green eyes you had once said you thought were a pretty shade. He hadn't believed you then.

Something should be coming out of his throat. Something like 'Yes, I love you. But not like this.' What comes out instead is a clicking noise when your palm presses down once more, the dark haired man's eyes blinking shut as an ounce of pre-cum wets his boxers.

Clothes shuffling calls for his attention, it opens his eyes enough to see your hand sliding below his waistband and into his underwear. All he needs to do is gently grab your wrist. Carefully pull it away and just cuddle you so you know he cares, but he doesn't want this. Eden can't really feel his arms right now.

Your pink little tongue wets your lips again before you lean over him, kissing his slightly chapped ones as your hand finds its mark.

Another gasp from him, another misread response you take as permission to keep going and to flick your tongue against his own while your fingers wrap about his now pitifully hard cock. It's not a shiver this time, it's a jolt that makes the muscles in his left thigh seize for a brief moment.

It's hard to say if you're doing good. He hasn't exactly had any positive experiences in this department, regardless of if he was sold or not. It feels good. The heaviness in his stomach deepens, a sense of guilt and nausea rising in tandem.

Slick noises register in his ears. For a second Eden thinks its himself, or perhaps the kiss he isn't really participating in. It isn't, though, not if your weak moans are anything to go by. It's you, your free hand having disappeared beneath your own pants to... to prepare yourself for him.

"You're so big, Eden." Irreverent, whispered, praised.

Tightness pulls on his balls, licks of pleasure making his toes curl in their socks and making it harder to breathe. His mouth is so dry now, without you kissing him. He shouldn't want your mouth back on his own.

'Please be bored,' Eden pleads to himself when you pull yourself fully away from him. 'Please change your mind - I don't care about still being hard. I can't say no to you, please.'

Instead, your pants are shucked off, thrown and discarded on the old hardwood floor along with your shirt as you get to work pulling his clothes off.

Every action has to be involuntary. It has to be, when Eden doesn't even feel like he's here. He can't be leaning up to help you in your quest to make his chest bare. But he is. He can't be raising his hips to free his legs of the clothing. But he is.

Unsteadily, your body shaking, you climb atop Eden, the plush of your thighs pressing down onto his lower abdomen and hips. So soft, so precious. Just like the smile you're aiming down at him, that love you spoke of shining so clearly through your expression.

He can see the wetness of your cunt from here, the slick liquid having spread to your thighs and dampening the hair down there. Most people shave now, when they're expecting things like this. A small comfort, that you didn't plan this. It didn't stop self hatred banging around his skull at how his cock jumped when your fingers spread your lower lips apart.

It feels as soft as it looked when you slowly sink down. Eden was still paralysed, despite the intensity of your heat and how it suctioned him in. He still couldn't move. Until you whined in pain and rose from his lap an inch or two.

That's the trigger that gave him his strength back. You, in pain. You, needing comfort.

Shooting up from his laying position, Eden's arms were around your waist in a second, his voice back to hushing and comforting. Your face back to his neck as you hummed along to his words, relaxing once more as you tried again.

He should stop you. He could have stopped you, this time. He shouldn't have pushed his hips up, shouldn't have let his eye twitch at how fucking good you felt wrapped around his shaft as some part of his brain screamed at him to fuck up into the heaven he found himself in.

The guilt stayed his movements. It stayed them until you cautiously began to bounce, used to the stretch of him now and eager to feel good. Then, Eden's arms almost crushed you against his chest, halting your hips as his own began a bucking rhythm.

'Let it feel right,' part of him insisted, raising the pit in his stomach to a calm plateau.

Pretty is what your voice sounds like in his ear. Pretty as you babble on about how nice it is, how he fills you just right and how you won't let anyone else ever touch you again. How you're his, you promise.

It's not a bad thing, right? It just means you'll always need him, just as you have before. You'll be a constant even as things change. And Eden hates change. But this isn't really change, is it?

It feels too damn good to last long. Too great, too much suction pulling his head further and further away from any semblance of reason.

Wanton noises spill from you, high pitched keening as you take every inch of him you can while your body quivers in his embrace.

What finally pushes Eden over the edge is the predictable, suffocating ever tightening walls of your cunt spasming around him - massaging his length and milking him dry of his seed. Too late now to realise you hadn't used a condom. Too late now to consider that a third might be coming to the forest with them that isn't Bailey.

Exhaustion hits him like a truck, not just his body, but a deep haze over his mind that pushes him back down to his pillow with your sweat glistening body falling on top of his own. The ceiling is so bare. Most ceilings are, he realises, just white voids to stare up at unless they've got that horrible popcorn shit on them. You haven't pulled him out of you.

You don't pull him out of you. You keep him there, even as you snuggle close and almost sing your love to him despite the fact that you're whispering still.

He has work again in the morning. Eden can't sleep. You snore softly, resting on top of him. He tries to reason that it's because his socks are still on, and that's just not comfortable. He tries to keep his breathing calm, even when it's trying it's best to run away from him.

[pinksturniolo]

Angels Like You and Demons Like Me - A Chris Sturniolo AU Story

Part 1 of 2

Christopher is a demon exiled from the underworld after committing one of the most unacceptable acts Hades will never tolerate. Falling in love with a mortal from Earth. Now he is doomed to wander the Heavens alone, where no god, angel or even siren is allowed to associate with him. He is in agony, in suffering. Until one red tipped, gold plated arrow is accidently pierced into the back of his shoulder, permanently subjecting him to a love spell.

Cupid is an angel with the power of desire, love, and attraction. She is the daughter of Venus, Goddess of love and Mars, God of war. She is tasked with matchmaking all the beings in the Heavens, each arrow she shoots having a spell of true love. Once they are pierced by her arrow, and they successfully unite with their soulmate, their bond is one that lasts forever. She never misses her aim and every immortal that’s she’s struck have been blessed with true love.

 But when her love arrow accidentally strikes a demon, all the rules she thought she knew are turned upside down.

content warnings: no smut, mostly fluff, angst, based on ancient mythology, angelxdemon, descriptions of depression, grief, loss and death.

my submission to the bratzfornick’s 141 writing challenge!

@bratzforchris @nicksbestie

ty for creating this challenge <3

the 4 story elements i picked:

genre - fluff, angst

trope - angel x demon

location/setting: alternate universe (au)

word count: 2,658

Christopher lies in the garden of Eden atop Mount Olympus, a large meadow of soft grass and small white and purple flowers, with tall evergreen trees. The warmth of the sun shines down on his bare skin, having removed his black suit earlier once he entered the garden. Demons don’t typically feel warm or cold. They don’t typically feel anything. But if he focuses hard enough, lets his eyes close and just listens to the steady beat of his heart, he can feel the breeze in the air and the rays on his chest.

He lets the tears roll down his cheeks. He may be able to relax in the soft meadow, but he will never be able to erase the memory of her. The only being he has ever loved. His heart aches every time he thinks of her face, her laugh, her soft voice. She was pure, innocent, the sweetest thing he had ever laid eyes on.

She was a mortal human from the dimensions of Earth. In the universe of Heaven and Hell, it is forbidden to associate with any mortals on any dimension or timeline. They are considered insignificant, and beneath the powers of the gods and goddesses. Immortal beings find entertainment in their silly lives, watching them from time to time whenever they are bored. However, Christopher disagreed with their ways from the moment he was taught of the ancient rules and rituals.

His parents were mortals, who were ordinary beings like the rest of the humans on Earth. Their love was true and deep, creating a beautiful baby boy whose soul was so pure that it captured the attention of Zeus, the ruler of the Heavens. And it is known from the beginnings of creation that Hades, the ruler of the underworld called Hell, is his immortal enemy.

Zeus and Hera longed for centuries to have another child, a god they could raise to be powerful and respected. So, when Zeus saw the potential in Christopher, he took him from Earth, giving him the power of everlasting immortality. As soon as Hades heard the news, he was instantly jealous of Zeus and still heartbroken over the death of his great love Persephone. He stole the baby, raising him in the depths of the underworld, creating one of the most powerful and strongest demons.

Once Christopher learned of his past, he developed a hate for Hades, Zeus, and every other god or angel in his dimension, whether they were pure or evil. He despised every single one of them, for being so hypocritical and unfair. They all made fun of humans for being emotional and silly, when in actuality they were just the same.

He made a vow to himself to never fall in love, and to never get involved in human lives.

That is until one day, Hades sent him on a quest to retrieve a lost soul from Earth, a nasty evil soul that belonged to the underworld. And he stumbled upon a female mortal, forgetting all about his mission. He was struck by her beauty and her kindness. For days, he observed her, watching how she treated other people and the dedication she had to her friends and family. He longed to be with her, to be mortal again.

After a few years, he finally decided he would reveal himself to her. There were certain ways an immortal could talk to a human, and he was willing to risk it all for her.

But Hades caught him before he could even start.

He struck her down as soon as he figured out what Christopher’s plans were, taking her life.

He begged and pleaded with Hades, groveling at his feet, screaming and crying until his throat was raw and he was out of breath. He begged him to bring her back, even if it meant he wouldn’t be with her. He never meant for this to happen; he simply wanted her to have her life back. She didn’t deserve this cruel fate.

But of course, Hades had no remorse. And he was furious with Christopher for disobeying him. So, he banished him to the one place he knew he would be miserable in.

Heaven. It’s where he’s ordered to live the rest of his immortal days at, surrounded by beautiful clouds, mountains, flowers and forest. Vast coasts and immense colosseums, miles and miles of blue sky and castles full of carved marble and grand rooms filled with silk and cotton.

Love is all around, in every being. And he loathes it. From the warm sunlight that shines and filters through the canopy of trees in the forest as he dozes off during the day to the glowing moonlight that glitters across Poseidon’s Sea, casting a blueish tint on the sand as he lays upon the beach at night. Even the yellow butterflies that flutter in pairs around him make him sick.

He used to have an appreciation for the beauty in things, to want more than the dark, lonesome and tragic depths of the underworld he came from. But now, ever since he suffered the grief of losing the one thing he had ever known to love, he had no such desire for happiness. He longed to be back in the pit of lost souls and madness that was ruled by Hades. At least he wouldn’t have to bear the sight of love all around him and could wallow in the self-misery and sadness by himself.

He searched for his lost love, hoping fate would have turned her soul into an angel and sent her up here, but that was almost a decade ago and he had no luck in ever seeing her again.

And so, he spends his days drowning in depression and lost in his misery. But at least he can feel the warmth of the sun.

Cupid watches from her place behind the trees, her feet dipping into the cool water of the lake. She observes with curiosity as the tears fall from his eyes, the light bouncing off his smooth skin. His large, black wings are spread out on the grass as he lays in it, the muscles of his arms and shoulders carved out like the sculptures in her favorite colosseum. She’s seen demons before, most of them rude and intimidating. But she senses a strong purity in him, a longing for love that she can’t quite figure out.

He’s exceptionally beautiful and she can’t help but continue to stare at him, intrigued by his childlike aura. He’s asleep now, his face peaceful except for the worry furrowed into his eyebrows. He’s dreaming of something. Or someone.

Suddenly, her bow pulses with purpose, and she gets the familiar urge of striking him with an arrow. She doesn’t though, still sitting against the oak of the tree and swishing her feet in the water.

Since she became of age, Cupid’s job is to be the sole matchmaker of the immortals in Heaven. She observes the gods and other angels, and when her intuition lets her know it’s time to strike, she pierces them with her love arrow, entrapping them in her spell.

It only hurts them for a moment, but then they are filled with a feeling of bliss and happiness. They are drawn to their one true love and well… Fate takes care of the rest.

Her spell is not just some silly party trick. It invokes real feelings that are brought to the surface by her power. It opens the mind and heart, allowing your true destiny to play out.

But it’s never allowed her to strike a demon. Firstly, demons are not usually allowed in Heaven, unless it’s a special circumstance. Even so, angels are forbidden to interact with one. So, she is more than a little confused when she feels her intuition tell her to hit him with an arrow.

But the feeling slowly subsides, and she chalks it up to the curiosity she had while watching him. Demons couldn’t love, especially here.

She flies away after a while, in search of her next lover to help. And when she slips away to sleep that night, she finds herself dreaming of the demon’s face and the way he cried so beautifully in the garden of Eden.

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Christopher sits on the cold rocks of the beachy shore, chipping away at the wood he’s been carving into with his small metal knife. Shavings fall to his feet, the pile growing larger on the sand. It’s a cool night, the moon pulling the tide in, the salty breeze flowing through his hair.

He feels different today, like the hole in his chest is slowly repairing itself. It’s only taken about 10 years but even slow progress is still progress. He hums an old tune to himself, his fingers nimble and constant on the craft in his hands when he feels the pair of eyes on him again.

“I know you’re there.” He speaks aloud.

He’s felt a presence near him for the past few days and his powers tell him it’s an angel. The name he’s unsure of but he knows it’s there. He’s allowed it to be, going about his day and not minding, but now he’s getting a little irritated at their prying gaze. The one moment he’s finally starting to feel peace and it’s as if they’re intruding.

He hears some rustling behind him and feels the presence move closer. As soon as he does, he whips around at incredible speed, his wings tensed up in defense and throws his knife out in their direction, intending to pierce their heart.

It flies past the angel’s head, somehow deflected and she lifts her bow immediately, releasing an arrow without hesitation. It pierces into his left shoulder, and he doubles over in pain. Her eyes widen in fear as she realizes what she’s just done .

She flits to him, her wings trembling and hands shaking as she hovers over him. He clutches his shoulder for a few seconds before he lifts his head. He gasps in shock, once he looks into her green and gold eyes, his heart stuttering in his chest.

She takes his shocked reaction as one caused by the pain of her arrow digging into his flesh and she places a hand on his shoulder, pulling the arrow out. It dissipates into the air, vanishing within the blink of an eye. The expression on her face is full of regret and empathy, a hint of embarrassment as she presses her fingers over the wound. “Oh my…. Please forgive me. I was only defending myself against your sudden attack. I didn’t expect you to wield your knife so quickly.”

Her voice is like the plucks of a harp ringing out, soft and light. His eyes dance across her face, and he almost doesn’t believe what he can see.

“Are you okay?” she asks, her brows furrowing in confusion at his dumbfounded expression.

“Yes, I- I’m sorry, you just… look exactly like someone I used to know.” He responds, and he notices the bow she holds in her other hand. “You must be Cupid.”

She nods and removes her grasp from his shoulder, his wound now healed. “Do you feel… any different?”

She hopes to the gods that she hasn’t permanently damaged his soul. If she were to strike any being with an incorrect intention, they’re at risk for death or even worse, to live without ever finding a soulmate. As far as the rules for demons go… she has no idea.

“I feel… strangely happy.” He says and she can’t help the smile that graces her face. “Well, then you’re in luck. My powers seemed to have worked, even on you, Demon. I thought your kind was incapable of love?” She speaks honestly and moves to sit next to him upon the rocks, tucking her bow away.

He chuckles and turns towards her, resting his chin in his hand, his arm atop his knee as he looks into her eyes again. “There are very few things my kind are incapable of. Unfortunately, love is not one of them.”

As he speaks, she realizes now who he is. She’s been watching him again for the past few days, hiding away shyly but intrigued to know who he was. Where he came from and why he was here. Why his energy was so incredibly endearing.

“You are the lost son of Zeus… Christopher.” She tilts her head, taking in his appearance closely now that she was next to him instead of hovering in the shadows.

He wore his dark suit, black gloves on his hands and his even darker wings folded against his back. His hair curled in wisps around his face. And his eyes were bluer than the ocean, even in the black of the night.

“You are correct.” He answers, and his eyes move down her body after he sees her examine him. She is dressed in all white, a flowy gown of fabric draped around her body, and her fluffy white wings expand across her shoulders. She is radiant, glowing with purity. Matching white lace socks and gloves adorn her, her hair in waves down her back.

“Are you not curious to return to him?” she asks, and he looks away now, a sad expression on his face. He shakes his head softly. “No. He has long forgotten of me, busy with his other children. Besides I am too… impure. I’m a demon after all.” He speaks in a somber tone. She is filled with empathy at the sadness pouring out of him in waves and suddenly feels tears fill her eyes.

Cupid can feel others’ emotions strongly. It is a curse and also a blessing, to feel so deeply. And she finds herself enamored with his beauty, his presence and she knows the words he speaks are genuine.

“In every angel a demon hides… and in every demon an angel strides.” She tells him, a few tears falling down her cheek and he looks up at her, surprised by her words. He watches the tears escape from her angel eyes, and before he can stop himself, he’s wiping them away gently with his thumb, the emotion in her gold and green hue of her stare tugging at his heart strings.

“There are many powerful things in this universe, Christopher. But love conquers all. And I have sensed it from you the moment I saw you resting upon the grass in Eden’s garden. Zeus may be the ruler of Heaven, but we are the rulers of our own hearts.”

Time seems to stand still as he takes in the words she speaks, his own tears threatening to spill. He traces his hand lightly down her face, brushing across her neck. He longed to feel her skin against his, his leather glove preventing him from the feeling. But he’s reminded of the hurt and pain that romance and strong feelings like this love she speaks of can bring.

He moves away from her, strong wings stretching out around him. “You are too pure, angel. I thank you for your kind words. But I must go now.” He says and flies away before he can change his mind, retrieving his knife buried into the rock it hit earlier.

She watches him leave with sadness and sinks her feet into the sand. She now wishes she would’ve never come to the beach tonight and thinks to herself that whoever his soulmate is that she’s bound him to is extremely blessed.

It’s then that she notices a wooden carving in the sand next to her feet and picks it up with curiosity. She sees that it’s the face of a woman, her expression happy and familiar. He’s an artist, she thinks. His talent shows through in the details, the way he captures her beauty is breathtaking.

She decides to keep it, carrying it with her as she floats away into the night.

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a/n: part 2 will be out very soon. i really enjoyed creating this story! i love mythology and angels, and things like that so hope you like it too :)

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[mothbagel]

If this is a new torture method, what does Ted think about this? Especially with the idea he's been put into the role of a God with no control? Is he still paranoid and cynical about all of this, or does he get the slightest bit of relief just to see it, even if it's all fake?

Also, does AM ever do anything more beyond just taunt him with fake images of the world he lost?

well, the first time AM sprung this on ted, well, ted was overjoyed to say the least. AM fooled ted into thinking that he made a minor yet critical mistake; there was a crack in a wall, just large enough for ted to squeeze through.

ted had made his way out, he had escaped. finally, he had. sitting in the field of flowers, he did not consider this to be another ploy of AM; AM could not make something this beautiful. ted did not question why there were well cared for flowers outside 129 years after a nuclear apocalypse. he was finally free.

until he wasnt. ted did not notice the small bush that was alight. he did notice the eventual spread of the fire, yards, feet inches away from him. he was finally able to die. there was no pain in this, only happiness, as ted drifted off into the endless sleep that was death.

ted awoke in the belly of AM.

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this cycle repeats until ted is allowed to realize the fakeness of the escape. he still tries, the seconds of serenity that AM allots him is enough to lose it over and over again.

teds is a god of this eden, AM had told him over and over, and no god is allowed peace. he has power that he cannot exercise.

AM during this is just having fun, putting some biblical shit in this, he's vibing. teds not tho lol

ANYWHOOOOOOOOOOOO yeah thank you so much for asking! your original art request thing sorta inspired this au, so I gotta thank you for that too :D

I hope you enjoyed my ramblings

[lumosatnight]

22 FIC RECS 2022!

There have been some fantastic fics this year. Out of the hundreds that I've read (yes, hundreds) here are some of my favorites! These are all fics that I've read and loved in 2022, although some of them are quite a few years older. Here's to another year in the wonderful HP fandom! 22 fics ordered by ship!

🌼 - fluff | 💔 - angst | 🔥 - smut

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💫 Drarry 💫

1. help yourself and refuse to be buried by Ingi [Drarry, G, 3k] 💔 🍰 A heartfelt story about food and magical cooking! Master of Death Harry connects with his family and his Indian heritage after the war (and also with Draco ahem).

2. Romp and Circumstance by @wolfpants [Drarry, E, 36k] 🌼 🔥 If you enjoy slag Harry with a heart of gold trying to woo his way into Draco's pants, then this fic is for you. Did I mention it's regency era?

3. facedown on my bed (thinking of you) by @onbeinganangel [fem!Drarry, M, 10k] 🌼 💅 A super sweet college AU fic in which Drarry end up being unlikely roommates. They still remain in character while being genderswapped!

4. Good Boy by @lqtraintracks [Drarry, E, 15k] 🔥 🐺 HOT WEREWOLF SMUT!!! Everything you could possibly want with a fic like this. Size kink, breeding kink, scenting, knotting.... um, hell yeah!!

5. An Emerald In The Sky by @corvuscrowned [Drarry, M, 7k] 💔 ⏳ Gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous. Time travel fuck buddies to lovers with Unspeakable Harry. A love story for the ages. Crow, you continue to amaze me with your fics.

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💫 Common Ships 💫

6. Industry by charlolwut [Wolfstar, G, 22k] 🌼 📷 Sirius Black is a Muggle TV producer. Remus is his editor. Secrets, misunderstandings, and hilarity ensue!

7. oops I did it again by Anonymous [Jily, E, 16k] 🌼 🔥 College AU where James and Lily are accidental fuck buddies and Lily is confused about it. Their dynamic is flirty and combative! I love James so much in this.

8. The funny thing about grief and time by @etalice [Snarry, E, 44k] 💔 🫂 This fic is flipping fantastic! The angst is glorious, the setting is gorgeous, the interactions are beautiful. Time travel and loneliness wrapped into one amazing story!

9. a mass of fools and knaves by @displayheartcode [slash!Romione, T, 2.6k] 🌼 📖 Short but sweet. Male Hermione is instantly drawn to Ron and how they grow together throughout the years. You'll be rooting for them the whole time!

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💫 Rare Pairs 💫

10. Growing Teeth by @earlybloomingparentheses [Flonks, E, 2.6k] 💔 🔥 This is a story about growth and recovery and fucking. This is also a story about hair and cutting it all off to finally feel free. Fantastic characterization!

11. Crown Enterprises by @storyof-eden [Cissamione, E, 3k] 💔 🔥 I cannot get over this fic!! Mob boss Narcissa and assassin Hermione are the murder lesbians of my dreams.

12. Little Old Witch by @anxiousgoat-blog [Aragusta, G, 12k] 🌼 👶 This is an AU I can get behind 1000%! Augusta Longbottom finds out Harry is being abused and raises him herself. With the help of the friendly neighborhood squib :)

13. Extraordinarily Ordinary by starstruck1986 [Sirron, E, 9k] 💔 🔥 This ship came out of nowhere, but once I read this fic I couldn't unsee it. Ron is just the right amount of innocent and insecure to be taken in by Sirius's charms.

14. Courtship Rituals by @impishtubist [Cedrarry, T, 4k] 🌼 🌹 Cedric tries to court Harry, but of course he's oblivious. This is cute and hilarious!

15. Yes, Minister by iamisaac [Kingco, E, 1.5k] 🔥 👔 This is pure filthy smut between Draco and his minister boyfriend. Hop aboard the Kingsley/Draco ship where there's mind-blowing sex and that sweet sweet age difference!

16. Gyre and Gimble by eldritcher [Drarity, M, 3k] 💔 ☀️ A stunning fic from one of my hands-down favorite authors! Draco is drawn to the prisoner in the manor's basement. Charity is perhaps a little mad.

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💫 Poly Ships 💫

17. A Life Worth Remembering by @writcraft [Snarryaco, E, 23k] 💔 🔥 Memory loss, de-aged Severus Snape, and established Drarry pulling him into the fold. This fic is such a wonderful dive into polyamory and relationships.

18. Terms and Conditions by @maraudersaffair [Linnansy, E, 8k] 🌼 🔥 Pansy can't get over her ex (Ginny) and is stuck on a trip with Ginny's new girlfriend (Luna). This fic made me laugh, swear, and sweat all in one sitting.

19. Slice of Pleasure by @misdemeanor1331 [Bleonsy, E, 5k] 🔥 🔪 Theo is obsessed with knives, Pansy is obsessed with Theo, and Blaise is just there for a good time. Knife kink and hot smut. Like very hot. Very very hot. But also sweet.

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💫 Gen 💫

20. Nine Hundred and Twelve by @cannibalschism [Fred & George, T, 5k] 💔 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 This fic is filled to the brim with metaphors, friendship, and life lessons. I absolutely loved this take on time travel and the journey that George takes. Percy is the real MVP!

21. Where You Belong by blue_string_pudding [Severus, T, 6k] 💔 🐀 This is probably the creepiest, most unsettling thing I've ever read. I completely ADORE it. But I was definitely checking around corners after reading it.

22. Family Legacy by @thistlecatfics [The Tonks, T, 2k] 🌼 💔 Following Ted, Nymphadora, and Teddy as they navigate life and queer identity. This is a fic that is so wonderfully poignant, it leaves you in awe of all that it accomplished.

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💫 Bonus fics! 💫

Here's a WIP I'm excited about for 2023!

One More to Love by @krethes, @theresthesnitch [Wolfstarbucks, E, 94k, WIP] 🌼 🔥 Omegaverse and surprise pregnancy! The sexual chemistry between the three is off the charts! I'm not usually into WIPs, but for this I am (im)patiently waiting for every update.

Also a cheeky self-rec because why not?

What is this, fucking Jeopardy? by @lumosatnight [Drarry, E, 20k] 🌼 ❓Cursed Draco meets Curse-Breaker Harry. Lots of misunderstandings, humor, oblivious boys in love, and talking in circles. Will Draco ever be cured? Was the author in hysterics while writing this?

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Want more fics to read?

Try my rec tag: #lumosinthelibrary

My 2021 list, b-day oneshots, WLW Library

[muzzleroars]

I am obsessed with this acended v1 idea now, a fallen angel and an acended machine!!! Please I want more thoughts on this I’m begging you

(see this!)

I KEEP THINKING ABOUT THEM TOO....i've of course talked about them a bit here, here, and here, BUT this lets me sort of give some miscellaneous thoughts i couldn't fit into those other asks!! of course i'm still formulating this part of the au so things are probably...very subject to change but they're on my mind in a big way....

first is the time gap that sort of happens here, with v1 taking years for gabriel to revive - he departs from hell a few days after its death, but ascending mount purgatory is difficult for a fallen angel, especially as he moves higher and higher. everything becomes more oppressive, his feet growing increasingly heavy as v1's body eventually feels like a lead weight in his arms. crossing lethe is treacherous as such - if he touches its waters, every memory will be wiped from his mind in an instant, and so he's required to leap from one bank to the other (assisted minimally by wings he hasn't taken out in years). and on the other end of eden, its sister eunoe threatens to burn him away (all sin is meant to be forgotten in this river, which would likely be highly detrimental to a fallen angel). so he vaults again, yet this journey was the easy one - he has all of heaven to traverse now, unable to teleport, unable to fly, but still finding some way to move between the spheres.

SO LIKE. THE GAME I GUESS BUT WITH GABRIEL IN HEAVEN KIND OF. he doesn't kill nearly as many angels as v1 does everything in hell, doing everything he in his power to threaten and scare them off rather than engage them for his sake and theirs. gabriel still cares for his old home, harboring no grudges for the people he once deeply loved and would have defended to his own death. yet he won't be stopped, he will kill if it comes down to it, and despite his exhaustion, despite an entire heaven hostile toward his very being, he's only grown stronger as they've become weaker. and so his travels take far more time than v1's descent, yet to find what he's looking for is what truly counts the years - gabriel walks through a ruined, broken heaven, a world no angels have touched since god disappeared, his vast kingdom crumbing outside the small inhabited islands. this is particularly true in the ninth sphere, yet gabriel goes alone into its unknown reaches to find what he needs...and eventually, likely in part following the lead of the other archangels, the others only let him go, let him search. fighting him is no longer worth it, not with the loss of life it incurs, and they see he truly means them no harm if he can help it.

and since those other asks covered the in-between here, risen v1 ideas!!! honestly, if v1 were to receive gabriel's light, it would be surprised how similar this still feels to being a machine - it's no wonder they understood each other so well. it is much better at recognizing emotion in itself and others, and art finally comes much easier for it, but otherwise its major adjustments are more how the divine interacts with the mechanical. v1 can now imbue things with light too, much like the ferryman's cloth but MUCH more powerful. v1's definitely already been given to playing with hell mass, but it absolutely panics when it does so, the same as it always has...and then it starts walking around!!!! it's alive!!!! it blasts it, instantly, but then it happens again and again and!!!!!! gabriel comes home one day to find a bunch of weird....bugs???? running around as v1 sits there in the middle of the floor, shaping yet another little creature in its hands for experimental replication purposes. the rest of the day is spent reckoning with v1's ability to grant life and gabriel stressing the GREAT responsibility of that - he is firmly against hell mass pets while v1 wants to make spore in real life.

in the same vein, there is simply a period where v1 is incredibly destructive. it always has been, naturally, but this is much less controlled, running loose with its new abilities and hurting itself quite severely more than once. there are times the power stresses its body to breaking point as v1 overuses it, leading to break downs that bring back a lot of bad memories for gabriel. however, on the flipside, their sparring matches are absolutely on another level for both of them now - v1 learns gabriel's old tricks, teleporting and using the light to construct any weapon it wants (it's VERY creative there lol) while gabriel is now a demon that could easily rival lucifer in his raw power and command of hell energy. they both feel a new burn fighting one another, something in their natures now antithetical to another; v1 feels the sullied corruption of a fallen angel's claws while gabriel's frozen body is electrified with molten gold every time he's struck by v1's light. and they're both absolutely wild for it lol after all this time, a new, almost forbidden dimension has been added to their battles and their love. ghosts of those feelings inhabit every touch as well, like a lingering threat for both of them for some time, and they both delight in it. they've got to be careful overdoing things for a bit because of it lol

[destieltaggedfic]

Canon Divergence - Part 11

carving deep blue ripples - dothraki_shieldmaiden   Ao3

Set Pre S1 AU.  After Dean unsuccessfully tries to pick up a guy in a bar he learns that Castiel is actually a hunter.  What Dean doesn’t know is that Cas is actually a siren who has been pulled in by the force of Dean’s wants and is content to act as his hunting partner for now.

Word Count: 85k                              Graphic Sexual Acts        

All Our Own - sandean_cas  Ao3

Set S15 AU.  When Cas is bordering on happy enough for the empty to take him, newly God-ed Jack hides him in the Garden of Eden and then sends Dean in to explain what happened and also to get the full story of why Cas needs to be protected.  (Cas is spelled Cass)

Word Count: 10k                              No Sex

Castiel's Hidden Pussycat - Macy2me   Ao3

Set S13 AU.  A cat stops demons from capturing Cas so he sneaks it back into the bunker to look after while they are looking into a way of getting Jack and Mary back from the other world.  But the strange acting cat may be answer to the problem and may also lead to an explanation for why Dean has been so weird since Cas came back from the empty.

Word Count: 41k                              Graphic Sexual Acts

More of the Same – unadrift   Ao3

Set S6 AU.  What if Cas hadn’t stayed away from Dean for that year?  What if he regularly stopped by to ask Dean’s advice about heaven?  What would Lisa see in those visits and in this strange man who never uses the front door?

Word Count: 9K                                Non-Graphic Sex

Long Distances – executionersong   Ao3

Set S8 AU.  Things have been tense in the bunker since Lucifer’s crypt and Cas’ subsequent loss of the angel tablet.  When they get a lead on a demon cure and Cas and Dean take to the road to investigate it, they might finally work through their shit.

Word Count: 16k                              No Sex

[drawlody]

Yoooo, hol up.

Imagine an AU where Hazbin Hotel and Adventure Time take place in the same universe :0

Maybe when Adam dies, it causes the Lich to be created from his hatred, while his more fatherly love side is buried deep inside and becomes Sweet P.

Hell eventually becomes the Nightosphere after the lack of human souls in general, pretty much. And maybe a war with heaven that leaves both sides at a huge loss.

ngl, did this for a moment between Simon and Sweet P (Adam) UvU

I'll take anything if it mean my favs interacting, unlikely friendship but this is my house n i decied what goes:DDD

But then how would AT underworld work since they both have their own specific way to which a soul is deal with after death, or r we going with ''only human goes to hell/heaven n the rest living things goes through the underworld system"???

You know this probably mean Finn n Jake wont meet afterdeath n that lowkey make me sad, also Finn def goes to hell:)))) like he got blood blood on his hands

I cant imagen what Adam Sweet P gonna be like lol since u say he's born from the fatherly love right??how does one radiate both child n parent energy lol. I feel like he will probably be more like Eden!Adam with the whole innocent shabang but the sailor-mouth version as Sweet P is so much funnier 〜(￣▽￣〜)

Imagen if he keep his memories (maybe leaving out wtv memories that cause him pain for plot- convience reasonings:))) n Simon is just hella confuse like why is this child acting as if he's a living encyclopedia rn (lmao i have to gg search that word its so long)

[lady-charinette]

I know I already made a few posts about Fake dating Twiyor in Eden Academy and Twiyor Eden Academy AU BUT:

Anya isn't a first year student in Eden Academy but instead is at the orphanage and she runs away. Either Loid or Yor find her on the street and take her in for the night.

Loid finds her and calls child services, a automated voice takes his call to say they're too busy on all phone lines. Loid vows to try again later but is confused on how to take care of a small kid. Since teenage Loid is used to living on his own, he doesn't have much space or knowledge. He phones Yor, because surely his classmate and friend who has a younger brother who hates Loid's guts has knowledge on how to raise kids?

"L-Loid, you have a child?!"

Loid, over the phone:"What?! No! Listen Yor, I just found this kid-"

The girl: "Anya!"

Loid:"- I just found Anya out on the street, she didn't say much except she ran away from home. I don't know what to do."

Yor:"Hang on, I'm coming over."

-a few minutes later-

Both Loid and Yor are confused and scared. They were still only teenagers themselves, Anya was looking at them with big doe eyes and not clarifying on why she ran away from home except that "nobody wanted her".

"What do you say we tell Mr. Henderson? Surely he knows what to do." Yor suggested, patting and smoothing down Anya's pink hair.

Loid rubbed his chin in thought. "Hm, yes I think that may be the best way. Let's just let her sleep her for tonight and we'll see tomorrow. Oh and Yor?"

Yor: "Hm?"

Loid: "Could she stay with you until tomorrow? I don't really have the space..."

Yor: "I'm not sure Yuri will like it but I'll take her in, maybe she can play with Yuri and make friends!"

Both teenagers were surprised when Anya grabbed both Yor's and Loid's shirt sleeves. "No, Anya stay here! With you!" she pouted, staring at both of them.

"Um..." Yor was at a loss for words. She couldn't stay, she couldn't leave Yuri alone at home.

Not to mention, sleeping in the same space...as Loid?!

Before steam could figuratively come out of her ears, Loid knelt down to talk to Anya at eye level. "Listen, kid-"

"Anya."

"Listen Anya," Loid motioned towards Yor with his head. "Yor and I are still only teenagers, we can't sleep together here or else we'll get in trouble. Yor has to go home because she has a little brother to look after, okay?"

Anya's gaze widened, the prospect of the sweet girl who smiled at her so sweetly having a little brother... somehow, the space where Anya's heart was felt even emptier.

"Tomorrow, when I go to school, I'll take you with me and we'll ask our teacher what to do with you, alright?" Loid smiled, hoping to calm and appease the confused girl.

But then, Anya did something that stopped all coherent thought with both Eden students.

"No! Anya wants to stay here with you, Anya doesn't want to go anywhere, they'll just take her away and Anya will be alone... Anya wants to stay here!" the little girl ran into Loid's legs and clutched at them like a lifeline, one of her hands gripped Yor's skirt tightly in her fist.

Both Yor and Loid stared at each-other, their hearts racing a mile a minute at the prospect of doing something that could potentially get them expelled from Eden.

But their hearts also beat in sympathy at the little girl's predicament, because once, long ago, they had been in a very similar situation.

[teejaystumbles]

another Get to know me meme

Tagged by @tj-dragonblade, thank you!

Who was your first fictional crush?

I loved Indie, I wanted to be him/an archeologist and I think I also had a crush on him. Real true crush (where I knew that I had one and drew little hearts around TV-magazine cut-outs of him) was definitely this guy though, and no one is surprised why I turned out the way I am:

What’s the first colour you think of when I tell you to think of a colour?

Green

Which fanfiction emotionally scarred you and still makes you shudder to this day?

I can't name one, also that would be rude, but I really cannot touch things where people are hurt and tossed away/caught in a horrible hateful relationship and it has no happy ending. Extreme hurt with the comfort ending up almost debilitating reliance on the "saviour" is also something I shudder thinking about. I guess loss of mental control and mind-break are my big No-No's. Just. The giving-up part of it is what breaks me.

I’m coming to your house for dinner, non-negotiable, what are you making me?

Spaghetti

Do you prefer lions or kangaroos?

Lions

Which fictional villain do you brush past the glaringly obvious issues for because you really like them?

Jareth, because he's hot and not really a villain and there are long posts about that issue so I won't get any deeper into it.

What would accompany your picture in the Burn Book in Mean Girls?

I do not understand that reference

How many days would you last in the universe of your favourite fandom?

Quite a while? I would be a normal human in a world where the Endless and gods and fae and all are real and I would have no idea what is going on behind the scenes. I hope to meet Morpheus in my dreams occasionally. ❤️

Have you heard of Mischief Theatre?

No I haven't.

Do you feel sorry for Medusa?

Yes, definitely. I hate Greek mythology

Which song makes you think of your OTP?

SO many. Oh my god. I can make almost any song about my OTP if the lyrics are romantic enough. Favourite artists for that are Florence and the Machine and Sleep Token. Right now I'd say (because I'm still writing that 1989 AU), Phil Collins with Against All Odds.

Which song makes you disassociate and daydream the fastest?

Sleep Token with Euclid, or Take me back to Eden. Both start quiet and draw me in. Or Ascencionism

tagging @moorishflower @delta-pavonis @pellaaearien and @dsudis because I'd love to know your first crush LOL