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"You know I love you, right?" For gentle prompts :)

(full under the cut) GerryMichael and DoorKeay in the same fic? Been a while! Thank you for the prompt! You can also find it on Ao3!

“Ice-cream? Michael, it’s storming!” Gerard stated, dumbfounded in front of Michael’s desk.

“So? You wanted to try that new place in Morden, didn’t you? And I’m almost done with paperwork, so I could leave early. We might still make it!”

“Michael, go look outside. We’re going to get soaked the second we step out”

“Plenty of people eat ice-cream in the rain.”

“Not this bad, weirdo”

“Now, don’t be a wuss. It’ll be our first date, and it’ll be special!”

“It’ll be wet and cold. And we’ll have watered ice-cream”

“Exactly! It’s unlike any other first date here, don’t you think?” Michael took a pause, bottling up the excitement of his idea for a moment to switch to a look of concern. “Do you really not want to go? I figured it’d be emptier in a day like this, and I have a pretty sturdy umbrella, so I didn’t think it’d be a problem…” The puppy eyes were making an entrance, and Gerard decided to stare at the ceiling. On one hand, not to fall for them, on the other, to hide how a blush was creeping on his nose and cheeks.

“Fine, we’ll go. But we’ll take the train. I don’t want our first date turning into our first being disgustingly sick for a month.”

“You know I love you, right?” Michael had stood and was nosing Gerry’s jaw to encourage a kiss.

“I know I love you. I’m a bit on the fence about the other way, considering you want to walk me around in the rain” The goth kept staring up, not giving his boyfriend the satisfaction just yet.

“Now you’re just doing it to be mean!” Michael chuckled and put some weight on Gerry’s shoulder to unbalance him. “Come on, let’s go grab my coat and we can head out”

“After you”

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“Do you remember our first date?”

“I don’t think we have had a date yet” the long golden hair pooled over Gerry’s shoulders, Michael’s face upside down in front of him. It was standing right behind him, bent over forward to look him in the eyes with a grin. Spines do not do that, Gerry reminded himself. The presence of his late partner coming back seemingly going back and forth from a crude interpretation of human features, to a very real portrait of the blonde he had kissed goodbye some months ago, to a very inhuman creature in a matter of seconds and with so much ease throughout the day. It hurt. When tender skin was replaced with a cutting shrill sound, and smiles that had been nervous and with uneven teeth were now a perfect grid too long from one side to he other to not be a threat. When Michael was Michael too, but acknowledging so would mean burying Michael deeper in death’s embrace and yanking it from those fleshy dark tendrils that told Gerry about last minutes of cold, disoriented, painful fear.

“Right…” his sight took no time in getting slightly glassy, not sure whether it was the Distortion’s effect or the tears. His smile diminished, and he sighed.

“I did not mean to make you sad” Michael apologized immediately, standing upright, suddenly a more normal height, and only leaned a bit forward to hug Gerard from behind, hands carefully away from him, but arms comforting.

“I know, Michael… I just… Do you remember anything from when we dated? When you were… Shelley?” Gerry squeezed out, like it hurt to speak. He gazed into his coffee, lips pursed, and watching his own tears fall on his hand, firmly tight around his mug.

“I do hold all those memories, somehow. Michael Shelley’s mind is my own and I am his…” it paused, visibly struggling to elaborate. “I know of your first date. But that was not me, and the person you went on that date with does not particularly exist anymore, I’m afraid. Michael Shelley died in-” but it was cut off.

“Stop…” Gerard mumbled what should've been a sob. He took a deep breath and steadied himself, trying to wipe his tears without smudging his makeup. The Distortion used the edge of its coat to help dry them, a frown on its lips.

“You did ask”

“I did. I thought you’d, I dunno, tell me about that day, how Michael Shelley felt…”

“Would it help to tell you it was beautiful?” Michael asked, standing now next to Gerard, offering a normal hand to him. He took it, mumbling a half-hearted, confused “what?” like he hadn’t quite processed what was being said yet, before Michael smiled, looking around the room to distract itself from Gerry's stare. “He… I… I-it’s difficult… But I do remember the feeling of that day, somehow”

“Gonna tell me?”

“You know I have a hard time with these things, give me a moment” Michael scrambled its facial features, embarrassed. They all only settled in place like they had been tugged back when it heard Gerry chuckle with sadness.

“You don’t have to. It was… It was stupid to ask,” Gerry shook his head, breathing in deep to stop the tears “it’s not like all is gone, I should be concerned with the now. With you” he heaved a sigh and tried shooting a grin at the blindingly neon pile of “whatever” that seemed to be concentrating really hard.

“I said ‘give me a moment’, didn’t I?” it scoffed with a pout. How did Gerard know it was a pout? Maybe instinct. “I want to show you I mean it. Close your eyes” the creaking of a new door beginning to form.

“That doesn't sound threatening at all”

“Arse. You'd be dead if I didn’t care. Trust me a little”

“Are the last words I would hear before stepping into your architectural mind-blender” Gerry batted a hand in the door’s direction and somehow the thing stopped halfway, like he had just erased its top half. Michael seemed white hot with offense. “Sorry, sorry. I'm just- I'm not ready yet. In my memory you're still too human and too… him. My instinct still kicks in when you show me these” Gerry sniffled, the crying having died down. “Maybe we can do something about it though”

“What do you mean?”

“Well… it's pouring outside” he gestured with the mug at the window.

“And?”

“Michael, you said you remembered!” he tried pouting, even though the lack of expected response had deeply hurt.

“I did not, did I?”

“I mean… no. No, no, you didn't. I was being stupid again”

“For someone so ‘stupid’, you're quite clever,” the Distortion made a pause that did not read too well, apparently.

“Thanks?” Confused and thinking it was the end of the sentence, Gerry decided to give up and accept the compliment properly. “Thanks, Michael…–

“Clever enough to remember why Shelley and you felt so disappointed initially” it finished.

“So, you do remember. The shop was closed because nobody was having ice-cream in the middle of a storm. And Michael was so sad about it”

“It’s such a shame that I have no way to easily take you to the Italian café that had affogato that you led him to right after” Michael's door started recuperating, this time the wood had more grain and a rich coffee-like colour.

Gerry considered it, “we wouldn't be drenched by the time we walked in... But, I could do with a walk,” he insisted, standing up to go grab his coat and an umbrella, ignoring the new door completely. “Besides, I want to see what the water does to your hair like that.”

Michael’s incessant shape seemed to recoil, and vanished itself through the door, coming out of the bathroom door of the room looking quite like Michael Shelley, maybe slightly taller and with longer hair. The teeth in its smile perfect and white. Bright, spiral-shaped buttons on its coat and a patchwork scarf hanging almost to its knees. “You can be so rude”

“Almost as rude as you” Gerry said, kissing its shoulder and grabbing his keys.

As they went down the stairs, Michael held on Gerard’s hand with an air of uncertainty in the result of said action. Gerry gave it a short squeeze and turned to it. “You know I still love you, right?”

Michael grimaced, trying to keep its features together and looked away for a second, squeezing the hand back in response.

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Oh my god thank you so much!!!!

Hi, some time ago you drew a request I sent of Gerry and a stuffed animal.

Some days ago I made it into a fic. I hope you don't mind I linked to said fanart as the inspiration. If you'd rather I take thw links out let me know! (it's also Gerry and Michael, just so you're aware)

Oh my gosh I'm so honored my little drawings inspired a fic, thank you so much for sending me a link!! <3

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Aquarium date

After a very nervous few moments, Gerry is very pleasantly surprised by what Michael planned for his birthday.

(For the Ao3 link)

Thank you gift for ultimate creature @peachtinzz for this lovely lovely fanart it made of on of my previous fics! (Which is also on Ao3)

“Okay. When we get out of the car, promise not to look until I tell you so”

“Michael, it’s just a day. We don’t have to do anything. I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal of it.”

The blonde snickered before faking offence. “Just a day?! Gerry Delano, you’re turning thirty, it’s your birthday!”

“I knooow” he whined a bit. “But isn’t it like, the age in which birthdays matter even less? I don’t even remember having a proper birthday celebration until you came about, and it’s still… Weird”

“Well, if the past five years have shown me anything about that, is that even if it’s weird, you do end up getting excited about it anyways” he smiled, opting to rub Gerry’s shoulder, then raised his eyebrows in an insinuating way. “Besides, when you actually don’t want to do something, you make it very clear. And so far I haven’t heard any real complaints” he tapped Gerry’s nose and looked at him, waiting for confirmation on his statement.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right… Do I get a clue, at least?” he says, trying to relax his stance a little and undoing the seatbelt.

“No” Michael leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek. Gerard let out a laugh and leaned forward, too, until their noses were almost touching, mischief trying to hide how nervous he was.

“I’ll be so annoying on the way to whatever you planned. You’re gonna beg me to stop”

“Gerry, I have dealt with way too many obnoxious people to be annoyed by my own boyfriend purposefully trying to get on my nerves. You’re not getting any clues”

“Okay, I’ll stick to the rules of the game. What else should I do? Plug my ears and pinch my nose?”

Michael looked away, contemplating.

“Now that you mention it… it might be a good idea”

“What? No, that’s not fair! And you know I don’t like when most of my senses are out…” initially Gerry had tried to be playful about it but the deep-seated worry settled in a bit quicker than he expected. Michael was quick to hold his face with both hands so he’d look at him again.

“Oh, love. Nobody’s gonna force you to do that, it’s okay. I was just realising there might be people talking and that will give it away. But at least you’ll be inside before that happens.” The blonde smiled to help the other relax, and both got out of the car. Gerry was facing the opposite way of the building, as per Michael’s instructions but shifted his weight from one leg to the other anxiously.

“I know birthdays are still hard for you, and you know I wouldn’t put you in a situation you wouldn’t like or be safe in. I promise nothing wrong will happen, okay? If you don’t like it and want out, we can stop it all and go home”

“Okay.” Gerard took a deep breath and closed his eyes, reaching for Michael’s hand. The other rubbed his thumb over the goth’s hand for reassurance. He leaned against the blonde’s side, seeking extra contact to ground himself. Michael pet the shoulder opposite to the hand he was holding and awkwardly walked forward, guiding Gerry.

“Now, keep your eyes closed and hold my hand. I’ll tell you whenever there’s a step or when to pause, okay? It’s just until we’re inside and then you can open your eyes. You’re okay, I’ll keep you safe, love.” And slowly, they walked away from the car and into the building. A staff member approached to welcome them, but Michael held his free hand in a motion of silence with a wide grin. The woman recognised him from the other day, and as she looked at the other man with closed eyes and a nervous expression, she nodded and hurried to usher a few kids so they wouldn’t spoil the surprise too soon by their own chatter. Michael relaxed his shoulders, less worried about the tell-tale comments of other visitors.

“Okay, we’re gonna go down a few stairs. You think you can do it for me?”

“Stairs?”

“Yeah! We have to go down a bit. Don’t worry, I’ll be right in front of you and guiding you with both hands” This made Gerry stutter in his step.

“Do they have a lift? I’m feeling a bit too lost to do that” he asked, a slight blush of shame covering his ears.

“Shit, I forgot that’s an option. Yes, we can do that.” Michael hurried, turning him around gently and walking away from the stairs. He noticed Gerry was still a bit tense “Are you okay? We can stop, we’re inside the building already”

“No, I’m good. I just need to stand still for a bit. I trust you.”

“Let me know, okay? I want you to tell me the truth if you really want out, I won’t mind, I promise.” The ding of the elevator and the hum of the door opening filled in the silence before Michael spoke. “It’s your birthday. I care more about how you feel than any of this”

“I trust you. You won’t let me get hurt, even on accident, like… ever. I’m just being a bit of a baby.”

“No, Gerry. I promise it’s okay. I don’t think you’re being a baby for feeling uneasy” Michael’s tone was now starting to reach an anxious pitch. Maybe it was a bad idea after all. Gerry squeezed his hand and smiled a bit.

“Michael, if there’s anyone I can relax around, it’s you. And I need to acknowledge that and trust that you’ve planned something nice for my birthday like you always try to” he muttered, one of his eyelids trembling trying to take a peek.

“No cheating. I saw that.”

“And I didn’t” He stuck his tongue out. “Okay, I can do this…” he breathed in again and stepped into the lift. He rested his head on Michael’s shoulder “Is it a lot?”

“Like four floors down.”

“Where the hell is this?”

“Nowhere close to hell, that’s for sure.”

The two waited for the new ding and the shifting of the metal doors to let them out. Gerry’s first thought was that he heard running water. And that it was a bit cold. He could hear a few kids in the distance too.

“Okay, we’re almost there. Just to the main hallway… here. Open your eyes” Michael was standing to his side, but forward enough to face him. He probably wanted to see his expression once he saw where they were.

It was dark, and different shades of light blue surrounded them. The walls were all dark blue as well, except for ones that were… glass? Gerry froze, having spotted something looming overhead in the glass case above them.

“Michael…” it was dry, like he was worried raising his voice would make him fall. And when tears started falling, Michael understood it like that and rushing to hold his side just in case, face-full of concern.

“I’m sorry, I really am, Ger-”

“Michael, that’s a zebra shark!” he interrupted and pointed up so Michael knew where to look. The blonde took a few seconds of confusion to look at his boyfriend’s face, bright and smiling wide, tearing up at the creature swimming over his head. Its mouth was closed, the two bits Michael assumed were… nostrils? making it look like a smiley face. Flat and silly. “Look, there’s another one!”

“Um… Happy birthday?” the blonde followed him around the area, still a bit tense about the fact the other had started crying.

“You’re kidding! I’ve never been to one of these places before!”

“I know!” he laughed, finally relaxing again as Gerry kept nodding or pointing at the fish and other animals beyond the glass and checking the signs to see if he got the names right. Michael strolled closely and sometimes tried to join in on guessing what the name of the fish Gerry was pointing at was. When they got to a small rest area with a few screens showing time-lapses of a coral reef, with the droning voice of some narrator that tried to emulate but clearly wasn’t Sir David Attenborough, Michael reached for Gerry’s hand.

“I’ve been trying to figure a way to bring you here ever since I saw how excited you got over that deep sea exploration documentary you caught on TV one night. You were beaming at every shot and looked so happy. It made me want to scoop you up and take you right then and there.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve said yes immediately”

“I didn’t want you to pass out from excitement before we even got in the car. Besides… reaching thirty is a big deal. I wanted it to be special.”

“So you took my old ass to my childhood dream?”

“I wouldn’t phrase it like that, I mean-” he was cut off by Gerry hugging him and lifting him off the floor a bit. Michael flailed for a second, but soon felt he was back with his feet on the ground and his jumper had started feeling warm and wet.

“Thank you… I’m sorry, I’m not crying because it’s bad. I just-” Michael took out a tissue and let Gerry blow his nose, leading him to a bench nearby. He showered the goth in small, mumbled reassurances against his dark hair, letting him cry his fill. He even turned around a bit in case Gerry didn’t want others to see him crying.

“Is it too overwhelming?”

“Yes, but in a good way. I always wanted to come here, but at first my mum said it was a ridiculous thing to do, and then…” he sniffled, trying to clean his eye without messing up the makeup too much. Michael gently tapped the corner of his eye with the edge of the tissue. “I suppose I kept pushing it away because I felt I couldn’t give myself the pleasure while doing what I do”

“Lucky for you, I think you deserve getting a few joys more often than what you usually allow” Michael crouched in front of him and held both his hands. “Is it everything you ever dreamed of?”

“I don’t think it’ll ever compare to what seeing a Stygiomedusa Gigantea face to face must feel like, but with the sharks it’s pretty close”

“Stygio- … what?” the puzzled look on Michael’s face made Gerry burst into laughter, quickly covering his own mouth as to not bother other visitors, but still giggling.

“Oh, I’ll show you when we get home! They’re these huge deep-sea jellyfish. Real spooky but like in a goth way” he explained, and Michael gave him a knowing look.

“Of course it’s in a goth way” he chuckled and stood back up, offering a hand to Gerry so they could keep walking.

The lights and the blue hues made Gerry look like a ghostly apparition, eyes puffy from crying and bright white face with a chain choker. Michael’s hair, in turn, looked very green in some areas where the light was less focused. They passed a few ray exhibits, but sadly they were very full of excited children and it would’ve been hard to get close.

Gerry stopped at a tank full of jellyfish. They swarmed together and floated slowly creating a sort of colourful, glassy wreath of squishy orbs. A few people were taking pictures in front of it like it was an ethereal frame or a backdrop around them.

“Michael, look there for a second”

“Here? Why? Do you want me to find something in the jellyfish?”

“Try to guess what you have to look at.” He walked back and fished out of his pocket a small, flat camera. One of the instant ones he always had at hand in case of encounters with the stranger. Gerry quietly asked another visitor to take a few pictures.

The sound of the photograph coming out was enough to clue Michael, and he turned around right in time when Gerry had reached his side, planting a kiss to his cheek. Another whirr of the camera and Michael blushed brightly, realising what was happening. He decided to take a bit of revenge by holding Gerry from the waist and lifting him up, kissing the crook of his neck where the blonde knew he was a bit ticklish.

He let go once he felt the embarrassment was equal and Gerry went back to retrieve his camera and the pictures, and to thank the visitor for the help. She looked amused at how this very tall figure, in very intimidating boots and piercings and makeup, kept giggling with every word he said as he looked at the pictures, and seemed overall very soft in his demeanour around the even taller blonde he had kissed.

“Feeling better already?”

“Very much so. Thank you, Michael” Gerry had leaned against his shoulder and murmured the words. He held Michael's hand and watched the jellyfish float about a little longer before walking on.

Once the journey through the many marine critters’ displays ended, Michael and Gerry left. Hand-in-hand, they got back into Michael's car and they went to a quiet café to celebrate with a piece of blueberry cheesecake and tea. They talked about the past year's events, and Michael sang Happy Birthday to Gerry, handing him a necklace with an iron moulded figure of a shark.

“It was amazing.”

“Mm?”

“Today. Thank you for insisting on… celebrating. I know I can be a handful with birthdays, so I'm really glad you had the patience”

Michael hugged Gerry by the side, wrapping his arms around his neck. “It was no problem, love. I'm very glad you had a good time.”

“Now I need to figure out your childhood dream venue for your birthday.”

“… Home.”

“Huh?”

“I always dreamed to be with someone I felt at home with. I'd really like whatever as long as it's together…”

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gerard Keay/Michael | The Distortion Characters: Gerard Keay, Michael | The Distortion (The Magnus Archives) Additional Tags: Haircuts, Happy Little Accidents, Cancer implications, Surgery mentions, Hair mourning Summary:

A happy little accident with Michael leads to Gerry finally deciding to prepare his new look before surgery. He finds comfort in getting his partner to help.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gerard Keay/Michael Shelley Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Sexual Harassment, Fawn Response, Fawning, Beating up a creep, Emotional Baggage, Sexual Assault, implied past sexual assault, Implied Past Sexual Harassment, Miscommunication, Yelling, Self-Worth Issues, Mary Keay's A+ Parenting, They're gonna be okay. Just need to be careful and learn from each other, Implied Georgie Barker/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist - Freeform, Georgie and Gerry know each other, Georgie and Gerry drag their boyfriends to the club, Michael has never been to a club before Summary:

Gerry takes Michael to a goth venue for the first time. Michael's first time at the club turns very uncomfortable. Gerry can't stop blaming himself.

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So, I wrote this a while back when the attacks on Ukraine started

If I say dolphins are like marbles, it's because in the vastness of space, the water on their skin is as round as the plaything in children's pockets, and so is life, vast and impossible in our current conflicts, like the root we call a carrot or a beet, brightly-coloured and nourishing even when we pull ourselves out of the earth and gnaw on our young in wars like we're cooking a dinner with friends. Who are we to question the dogs of the army, when water flows just like the blood we spill and they run swift like dolphins, who jump and spin creating marbles of sky in the center of their coil, our little frame of space in a universe where love for the fellow human can never reach a border. And that is tragic. And that is beautiful. And empty. For we all die.

I was angry but was also trying to stay strong and not let myself falter into a state of "I can't do shit so let's all give up". So I turned to one of my loves. Water, the ocean.

I was using this to exemplify a style of writing to a friend, and my explanation turned into another one. Now filled with the chest tightness of seeing both the ongoing attacks at Ukraine and the Palestinian genocide.

I can't do much in my current situation except keep talking about them. So I'm gonna share this too.

Often, when you're feeling strongly about something, you can focus it a bit better. For the poem I was thinking about the wars going on, and the loss of childhood innocence through violence because of it, and how it's become commodified, turned into a spectacle people want to go watch movies about. It's something happening in one place, and we're all aware of it, but at the same time, people not in that place are just, having an evening with friends. And that doesn't mean it's not seen as wrong, but that it's become background noise with how much input about it we get and how little we can do individually from our homes without major power.

All that mixed with my love for the sea. Dolphins are capable of committing horrible things to each other and yet we always see them as these pure and fun animals, free of all.

Marbles are round, like the earth, spheres are associated to protective figures, to something easy to embrace because it doesn't have edges or points, it can also be seen as containing something, encapsulating it. Round and perfect and beautiful to look at.

Dolphins making circles in their jumps look like ouroboros, ouroboros represent constant cycles.

Cycles that we repeat.

Society repeats cycles if violence.

And we come back to war now.

Because every few years we get a new war, it's a circle, and every time the head neets the tail, it explodes and kills and you're in a wild sea that throws you side to side and it's violent.

But there comes a calmness every now and then, and you can just float. And it looks beautiful.

And the animals, the fish, come back when the sea is calm. And it's comforting, and I feel like embracing it even when I can't because I can't embrace water, it spills over.

But then you get back to the state we're in, because blood also spills over, when bullets and bombs break the bodies open. And you try to hold that sign of life that is supoosed to be contained, like in the sphere I mentioned, but it keeps coming out and it's a child's life and you panic because they're pulling the children out of their homes and they have no food, no comfort, nothing.

But you have food, and you're eating it, but sending it to them from here would take so long and the food rots and it's a cycle because you use the rot to plant new things but the food is not for then anymore it's for new food and it's a circle and it's beautiful and it's violent and we can see our siblings in it and yet we're total strangers.

I know this doesn't do much. But keep talking about Palestine. Keep talking about them. Be loud. BE SO LOUD.

And don't forget Ukraine.

Be loud about them all. Be outraged.

Free Palestine.

Free Ukraine.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gerard Keay/Michael | The Distortion, Gerry Keay/Michael | The Distortion Characters: Gerard Keay, Michael | The Distortion (The Magnus Archives) Additional Tags: Post-spiral Michael, Post-Distortion Michael, Genderqueer Character, Genderqueer Michael, Trans Gerard Keay, Transfeminine Gerard Keay, Gerard Keay Needs a Hug, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, Comfort No Hurt, Your Honour they have been through so much. Let them have this, Makeup as a relaxing hobby for goth people, She/her Pronouns for Gerry Keay, She/Her Pronouns for Gerard Keay, They/Them Pronouns for Michael | The Distortion (The Magnus Archives), No beta we die like archival assistants Summary:

After a series of weird events, amongst which she came back to life, Gerry finds her, presumed-lost, partner completely severed from the Spiral. She decides to take the ex-monster home and think about what to do later.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gerard Keay/Michael Shelley Characters: Gerard Keay, Michael Shelley Additional Tags: Mentioned Gertrude Robinson, Head Archivist Gertrude Robinson Era, Seizures, Cancer implications, Hiding Medical Issues, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, He/Him Pronouns for Michael Shelley, He/Him Pronouns for Gerard Keay, Lonely mention Summary:

Michael finds about his boyfriend's situation. Panics. There's very tired fighting. And hugs. And crying.

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Gerard Keay/Michael Shelley, Gerard Keay/Michael | The Distortion Characters: Gerard Keay, Michael | The Distortion (The Magnus Archives), Michael Shelley Additional Tags: Mentioned Gertrude Robinson, Head Archivist Gertrude Robinson Era, Implied Mary Keay, Partially poetry, Partially narrative, Pre-Established Relationship, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Hurt and probably comfort? Summary:

A poem about when someone all too familiar with tragedy finds the greatest tragedy of them all.

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About and pinneds

Hi! I'm Michi or Gino. I am a queer 20-something. I go by it/he pronouns.

I'm Pro-Palestine, Zionists fuck off. 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

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disenbyask for answered asks

disenbythought for general musings

disenbyfandom for anything fandom related

disenbyart for art posts

disenbywrite for fanfiction links (Ao3)

Will tag any triggers that people ask me for (you can ask on anon and let me know how I should tag it).

Reblogs of my posts are much appreciated! Likes are nice but reblogs are what actually helps my art reach more people.

My other blogs:

@spiralingnoodle (my reblog blog for mostly TMA art but also monster-adjacent fandoms/characters and monster stuff in general. Will include horror media, gore, and nsfw.

@simpin4rockppl (my band/rock blog. Mostly Led Zeppelin, David Bowie and MCR but other artists too).

@/distortionenby on Ao3, tiktok and bluesky

Full-time interests:

Dinosaurs

Sea animals

Queer stuff

Language and linguistics

Witchcraft

Cryptids and monsters (lore and design)

Autistic and queer characters (canon or coded)

Musicals

Current fandoms:

The Magnus Archives / Protocol

Led Zeppelin

From Eroica with Love

(will list as they come to mind. For now those names are the ones I can remember)