#Happy ending!

[nosferatini]

Stuck on You — PODFIC COMPLETE!

FINAL INSTALLMENT of the gorgeous fic written by @zin-lynn-c! Featuring music by my talented friend @paperclipninja and cover art by the one and only @gleafer! (Find Gleafer on Patreon!)

Summary:

After a drunken handfasting ceremony goes awry, Crowley and Aziraphale find themselves magically bound to be touching at all times. In order to set the situation to rights, they must embark on a multi-day journey to seek help from the last true witch in England.

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Chapter 8 Excerpt:

“Crowley…” Crowley crosses the few steps from the doorway to Aziraphale. He can wrap him in his arms and bury his face in his angel’s shoulder, can drink him in for another hour or two at least. He can also hear Agnes behind them, passing the barn after her morning run, shouting out a hurried, “I’ll thank the two of ye to remove yourselves to your own cottage before ye take that any further. I’ll not be so forgiving if there’s a repeat of the last scene I stumbled upon, mark my words.” Crowley chuckles. “Probably owe her an apology, don’t you think, angel?”

That’s all folks!

But goodness, it was so lovely! Massive thanks to @FirstVisitToEarth for this rec, to Zin_Lynn for letting me podfic this, and of course, to my incredible beta listeners and brit pickers, @firstvisittoearth @theonewiththeshippinggoogles @blackjeans93 and u/Glittering_Rock1665 from @goodomensafterdark 🖤

Thanks to everyone who has gone on this lovely historical canon journey with me! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!!

I hope to be kicking out my next podfic before the end of the month, stay tuned!

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The silly tiktok trend.

Queen never cry 💜

(Characters, not creators.)

Queen never cry 💜

Queen do cry ❤️‍🩹

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Hanma had a good birthday though!!! One he'll remember forever aww

[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

Does the soulmate au at least end happy?

Happy ending? Oh who knows...

Yeah, I'm not doing this. I can not live without a happy ending! I mean I can but I'm not doing that.

ALL of my AUs have an EVENTUAL happy ending. Maybe it takes a long time and maybe it gets worse before it gets better BUT it has a happy ending.

Now how we go about that happy ending in this fic? I honestly don't know at this point but we'll find it some day. 😁

[lizpaige]

i had a band au idea that idk if i'll ever write but i'll post it here 🙃 band is ronan (drummer?), hennessy (bass/vocals), blue (guitar/vocals), and new to the band adam (lead guitar) taking over from jordan who left to have a baby and also pursue art (declan is the stay at home dad in this universe). gansey is probs manager or something he's with them.

ronan is (true to canon) obsessed with adam from afar and adam maybe knows or thinks ronan is interested but he (true to canon) hates himself and doesn't wanna ruin their friendship/the band/etc but is having fun hooking up with people and having casual flings on the road.

so at a house they rented out for the few days they have off between shows, ronan is wallowing in the living room or whatever being a miserable bastard. hennessy and blue are pushing him to say something to adam or stop moping and then adam walks through the front door obviously after a hook up and its v awkward etc.

the big confession/smooch happens right before a show bc ronan never has good timing. he tells adam right before they are about to go on, kisses him, and then they're on stage and he can see adam processing, thinking too much from where he's sitting and its eating him up. they finally get off the stage and adam grabs his hand and pulls him off to a private room and shuts the door but he's not talking and ronan thinks he's about to get chewed out.

ronan says "adam?"

and adam kisses him.

[crashingstar69]

Weight of the crown except that Brent gets Sophist and I get Cherie.

[breannasfluff]

Too Little, Too Late - P3

Whump Rating: 3/5 (first paragraphs sad, then comfort)

TW: MCD (kinda), suicide, we reach the happy ending!

When Hyrule reaches Legend, there’s only dull apathy as he looks at Four, prone on the ground. Even from here, he can see the swelling disfiguring his head. He never should have let the smith walk away.

Legend sits next to him, running his hand through the smith’s hair. He doesn’t look up when Hyrule settles next to him.

“Are you hurt?”

The vet shakes his head. “Where are the others?”

“Dead.” Maybe he shouldn’t drop the truth like that. But Hyrule is numbing to everything. Too much has happened in too short a time.

“You’re alive.”

“Yeah.”

Legend finally looks at him. “You didn’t save them.”

He squeezes his eyes shut and curls over his knees. “I know.”

“What’s the point of all this? This journey? If this was the end goal, why did the goddesses send us on this journey?” Legend’s next words are as sharp as a blade. “Why didn’t you save us?”

“I tried,” he sobs. “I tried Ledge. I promise. I just—I’m out of magic and—

“Excuses.”

“What? No, it’s the truth!” He looks up to find disgust on his predecessor's face.

“If you cared about us, you would have tried harder.”

“I did! I did, I swear, I did!”

The vet pulls a knife from his hip and slowly turns it. The blade catches the light, reflecting back red. Then he offers it to Hyrule. “If you were a true hero, you’d remove yourself from the equation.”

Hyrule stares, heart sinking. “You want me to—” to kill myself, hangs unspoken. “You’d really ask me to do that? For, for not trying hard enough?”

Legend shrugs, still holding out the knife. “Your blood carries a curse, doesn’t it? Killing yourself is the least you can do. This whole battle?” He gestures at the field and bodies of the heroes, cast aside to lie with monsters. “This is all because of you.”

Shaking his head, Hyrule scoots backward. “No. No, that’s not true. Something is wrong with you; with this situation.”

The vet snorts and finally pulls the knife back. “Figures you’d say that. I can’t have my line continue to spawn such a pathetic excuse for a hero.” He fixes Hyrule with a glare. “You are a coward, Link.”

Then he stabs the dagger into his chest.

“No! No, no, Legend!” Hyrule throws himself on his friend’s body, even as it slumps into the grass. How many times has hot blood stained his hands today?

 “Please! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, okay? You’re right, it’s all my fault. I should have told you about the curse! I should have—look, there’s a lot of things I should have done, okay? Just, please, don’t go where I can’t follow.”

Legend takes a ragged breath, face paling. He stares at Hyrule, disappointment thick. “Why didn’t you save us?”

Then his eyes roll back and he lies still.

“No, no! Legend! No! Please I can’t—I can’t live without you all! Please! Come back! Legend! Anyone! Please!”

There is no answer. Hyrule is alone.

Someone is screaming. There are hands on his shoulders and voices, but all Hyrule can hear is the screaming.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s the curse!”

“Hyrule! Snap out of it!”

“Time, what do we do?”

“Just hold him still so he doesn’t hurt himself! Wars, see what healing supplies we have!”

Hyrule tries to move, only to find hands holding his limbs in place. He struggles against them, but it’s hard to concentrate past the screaming. His throat is sore.

A blurred shape enters his line of sight. “Hang in there, Hyrule! You’re okay! You were hit by a curse, just try to breathe.”

The screaming cuts off as the traveler tries to follow the instructions. Oh. That was him screaming.

“That’s it, just breathe.”

“Here, I’ve got the potion!” Glass nudges his lips and he takes an obedient swallow. It helps settle the racing of his heart and he takes another.

“There we go. See? You’re okay.”

Hyrule blinks and the Chain shimmers into focus. Warriors and Time lean over him, surrounded by the rest of the group. Looking up shows Legend supporting his head in his lap. One hand gently pets his hair.

The vet smiles at him. “Hey Rulie, you back with us?”

Hyrule meets each of their eyes—alive and worried—and bursts into tears.

“Shh, I’ve got you.” Legend curls over him, one hand cupping his cheek and wiping away tears. “Everything is going to be okay.”

“B-but I couldn’t save you and—and—”

“That’s just the curse. None of that happened.”

Hyrule continues to sob, unable to process the vivid memories still pulsing in his head. “I’m so sorry, Ledge. I never wanted to disappoint you!”

“You didn’t.” The vet plants a soft kiss on his forehead and gives him a gentle smile. “You’ll never disappoint me. I’m proud of you, Link.”

Despite the tears that still stream down his face, Hyrule tucks the words deep in his heart.

By the time Hyrule is allowed to move around, he’s hugged all the heroes at least twice. “I thought you were dead,” he sobs into their shoulders. “I couldn’t save you!”

“Nothing is getting me down!” Wind says, but all the traveler can remember is how scared the sailor was.

When Wild offers food he turns it down. The last thing he needs is to be sick. Curse or no curse, the memories flare bright in his mind. Blood, injury, agony—gruesome detail on replay.

It’s not real, he tells himself. It was just the curse. Somehow, it doesn’t help.

“Got space for a few more?”

Hyrule looks up from where he’s staring at his blanket to find Legend with his sleeping mat and blanket. He nods and the vet sets up his bed directly next to Hyrule.

“I get the other side!” Wild joins him, dropping his bedding on Hyrule’s other side.

The traveler frowns at the motion. Wild normally sleeps by Twilight, curling up into his wolf pelt. The champion shoots him a sunny smile. In hyrule’s memory, his throat gapes. No, that’s not real.

Sky is next. “No fair! I wanted to cuddle!”

“You get a head or feet.”

Sticking out his tongue at Legend, Sky sets up by his head.

The rest of the chain join him, jostling and grumbling to set up their beds in a circle around him. Hyrule finds himself completely sandwiched on all sides.

“Move over!”

“You’re shoving me!”

“Sky, your elbow is poking me.”

“Let me hold you, then.”

Legend is pushed into his side and, while he grumbles, he doesn’t move. One hand digs under the blankets to find Hyrule’s, squeezing tight.

The traveler squeezes back, running a finger over the ring bands within reach.

On his other side, Wild chuffs and burrows into his side, trapping an arm within his. Sky, with Four now clutched to his chest, reaches up and pats Hyrule’s hair. The rest of the Chain settle, most with a hand on Hyrule somewhere.

By the time their breathing is evening into sleep, he can finally let go of some of the lingering tension. With so many close bodies it’s impossible not to feel their hearts beat, their lungs breath, and life—vibrant and rich—in all of them.

Hyrule isn’t trapped in a cursed vision. He’s here, with his family, tucked at the center like something precious to be protected.

No matter what, he will give everything he has to save his brothers. And in return, they will support Hyrule if he breaks.

He’s not alone.

[amethystheart2421]

I was gifted Moonseeker smut for Dirty Festivus! 🥹✨🥰🙌

[mairaiscarrierofthepaperclips]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday!

Ya girl is back on her bullshit with some more lines from the Angsty McSadface fic (a.k.a lazarus rising).

In update news, I just have the final scene to write! Huzzah! And my lovely beta is ready and waiting, so all going well this should be up in the next two weeks. 😊

Enjoy?

“I’m taking some time off.”

Eddie nodded. “Considering you didn’t really take much time after the- after, I’m not surprised.” He pushed off the bench, turning around as he reached into a cabinet. “You had me scared, Buck, I thought you were going to say you were leaving us for good.” His words were full of relief, as if he had really been worried.

Which just made Buck feel awesome about what he was about to say next.

“Uh, about that,” he said, trying a laugh of his own that fell flat, strangled on its way out of his mouth by the iron band around his chest. “I won’t be- that is, I’m not-” Buck huffed, trying to find the right way to say it. “I’m not gonna be in contact with anyone. While I’m gone.”

If Buck hadn’t been looking at Eddie directly, he would have missed it. Eddie’s entire body tensed, spine stiffening and hand freezing mid-reach. And then, in a blink, it was gone, leaving Buck to wonder if he’d actually imagined it after all.

“No contact?” Eddie’s voice was calm and controlled as he crossed his arms. “What does that mean, exactly?”

[new-berry]

If you thought I could resist a joke like this you think very kindly of me. I appreciate that.

“What are the odds?” Phil asks him.

“Even I am unable to calculate that.” Unai says.

“Was that a joke?” Phil smiles at him.

“No.” Unai says. “The number of zeros isn’t reflected as a commonly used number.”

“Your banter needs work.” Phil says. Unai frowns at him and Phil grins back.

[girldraki]

actually just thought of an infinitely funnier possibility regarding iceberg's spectation of the Kondraki Closet Situation which is that he absolutely calls kondraki gay/closeted/etc on a regular basis and kondraki consistently goes 🙄 not to be homophobic but Some People apparently think everyone is like them... is it not ok to be straight... and so absolutely nothing is helped or resolved but you can't fucking blame iceberg

[karnalesbian]

i don't know who randomly dug up this post from nearly a decade ago but i'd like to note that after significant improvement in my mental health over time this post is obsolete because i can in fact use 'id take a bullet for you' as an expression of strong affection once again

i cant use ‘id take a bullet for you’ as an expression of strong affection anymore because all my friends know that i would take a bullet for anything. id take a bullet for a chipmunk. id take a bullet just for the sake of taking the bullet

[thought-begone]

I guess the real glorious evolution was the homoerotic yearning we made along the way

[azvhaalk]

our dream

[archi-pelago]

maybe never forgive. but things are different now. so we'll use maybe.