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shewrites02 · 6 months ago

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IDK IF THIS IS HOW YOU WRITE A REQUEST BUT

Prompt 7 with Luffy? If you can❤️❤️

Prompt Seven | Luffy x Reader |- “Don’t say that to me. That’s not fair.”

A/n: This is apart of my 400 follower event. I've decided the prompt will be more of drabbles, than full fics. Check the prompt list here: 400 follower event

Word Count: 1.3k

Your hands cling fervidly to the pirate captain's wrist. White finger tips dig into his tan flesh. Tears flow down your cheeks in rivers. The sobs distort your voice when you speak. There is a gut wrenching pain at the sound of your request. Your selfish indulgent request.

"Please, don't go Luffy."

It is not a lack of trust that drivers you plea. That has you so desperately imploring the pirate to stay. If Luffy said he is going to win, that is what he is going to do. But did he always have to be the one to do the saving?

Luffy's smile does not waiver. It is still warm. Inviting. Assured.

"Go to the sunny. I'm going to be back." He says with an abhorrent casualness. There is no sense of relief at his promises. No matter how gleefully they are delivered. It does not offer your heart any comfort. If you were a Strawhat, a member of his crew, you would leave. Take his words as the orders they are, in spite of how kindly they're disguised. But you are not his subordinate-

You are his wife.

"Please, Luffy-"

The pirate captain has broken your hold. Is already creating distance before your words reach him.

"I'll be back!" He calls out running in the opposite direction. Into the flames. Chasing the very destruction he is sending you away from. His two wings on either side of him, following his direction. Usopp pulls at your arm, begging your movement. You can't leave. Refuse to leave until Luffy is out of your line of sight. Until it is official- he has left you here.

"Y/n!" The snipper begs.

He doesn't have the words to coddle your feelings. The sense of urgency seems to have no one minding their manners. Once Luffy is gone you allow one last huff to leave your lips . You snatch your arm free from Usopp's grasp. Wipe at your cheeks til the evidence of your tears are gone. Then you follow your husband orders: 'Go to the sunny'

- The booze flows freely, though most of it is being hoarded by the swordsman. Sanji has entrée after entrée coming out the kitchen to assuage the captain's appetite. The deck is full of celebratory singing and laughs.

You wish you could join in on the cheer. Shove your hurt feelings down enough to be with your family, and not sulking on the railings but- here you were. Maybe waiting to see how long it would take your husband to notice your absence. To your surprise it is not long before Luffy's eyes are scanning the deck in search of you. They widen at the sight of you. His smile spreads to the span of his face.

There are two drumsticks in the captain's hands as he approaches. Before he says any words he is extending one out to you. Begrudgingly , you accept. The aroma is much too enticing to let your feelings interfere with your stomach. With no words you chomp away at the meat, leaving Luffy to burrow his eyes into you.

"I was looking for you. Why are you over here? Don't you want to come join the crew?"

"I'm not a part of your crew Luffy!" You snap.

The rubber man's eyebrows furrow into a frown. He doesn't mask the hurt that hearing your words causes. Wears it so blatantly as he stares back at you. The clench your heart makes is reflexive. Hurting the captain is not something you enjoyed doing. Even if it came out of anger.

"Why would you say that?" Luffy questioned. His voice is only a fraction of its usual lively self.

"Because I don't think it's clear. When we got married I told you that I was not going to be a Strawhat. That I was not someone who took orders from you! We're supposed to be partners Luffy, and you left me there alone after I begged you not to go!"

You watch as the captain's hurt expression morphs into one more of confusion. His obliviousness only angers you more. Watching him ponder the thought as though he couldn't recall.

"But- I won."

You don't fight the roll of your eyes at his announcement. Could never diminish the accomplishments of the future pirate King, but his conquest seems to be the only focus of his. The only thing he keeps his promises to.

"You promised me Luffy! … Tell me now do you want a partner, or a subordinate because I refuse to be both."

Luffy opens his mouth to speak but no words fall from his lips. The hesitation makes your heart break. It is your expression that is falling. Turning into something fragile, something broken. Tears claw their way up your throat despite the many swallows to keep them down.

"Luffy, you are so worried about protecting everyone else, but when are you going to protect me ? My feelings ? Or does saving everyone else come before me?"

You hate to guilt trip the pirate. To challenge the wholesome , whole hearted personality you feel in love with. But it is so hard to take a back seat to everything in Luffy's life. His ambition. His Crewmates. His wants. All demanding you make sacrifices, so the pirate king doesn't have to. Sacrifices you have made willingly, with a smile on your face, until now.

"Don't say that to me, that's not fair!" The pirate challenges.

"Fair?" You let out a laugh at his testament. It screams more of disbelief than amusement, but it deepens the pirate's frown all the same. "Luffy, I have given up everything for you, but you can't even prioritize my feelings… that's not fair!"

All the eyes of the strawhat pirates are staring back at you at the end of your rant. Hadn't even realized that you were shouting at their captain in the midst of your anger. In the face of their stares , embarrassment is quick to cascade over you. You can't stand to be on display any longer. With no response from your husband , you go rushing to hide in the shared quarters.

Face buried into the pillows, you sob and sob and sob. So distraught at the idea that you meant the least to the man you have vowed to spend the rest of your life with. 'stupid.'

That is what your friends and family called you when you left home to follow after Luffy. When you told them you loved him too much to ask him to give up his dream for you. To not watch him ascend among the greats like you knew he would. Then it had not bothered you, was willing to be stupid if it meant spending the rest of your life with Luffy. Now-

It echoed so loudly in your mind.

There is no knock prior to the door swinging open. Luffy had no concern for any such formalities, even if he knew you were angry with him. You don't turn to greet him. Couldn't look into his big round eyes just to hear him spout more empty promises.

"Is that really how I made you feel- like I don't care about you?"

"At all." You respond without a beat.

You feel the dip in the bed as Luffy takes a seat. For a moment there is just quiet. An uncomfortable, heavy silence.

"I'm sorry I made you feel that way. I- I didn't know that."

Finally you turn to meet the pirate's gaze. See the sincerity in his eyes. He offers you his hand , pulling you to sit up to face him.

"I know you don't take orders from me." Luffy reaches out to swipe his thumb along your cheek, to wipe away your tears. "I don't want to make you feel that way anymore."

"I know who I married Luffy- I'm not asking you to change-"

"But I was selfish. I'm going to do better." He proclaims.

He takes your cheeks into your hands. Pulls you forward until your lips meet his. This kiss is slow, gentle. Very different from what you were used to receiving from the captain.

"I'm sorry." Luffy mumbles against your lips.

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boundinparchment · 3 months ago

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Vertigo Eyes - I

Armed with only a new-found sense of purpose, Sunday makes a trip to the Belobog History and Culture Museum after the Express receives a request for consideration. History is so often writ with blood that should never have been spilled and the mistakes of those who think they know best. And Sybilla is running out of time. Sunday/Original Female Character; slow burn, liberties taken with world building and lore, eventual smut. Posted on AO3 here. This fic is one of my sponsored WIPs for @/ficsforgaza. Please consider donating to a vetted fundraiser to sponsor this or another fic on my list.

Hotel Goethe was quiet at this hour despite the bustling traffic outside. Although it was nothing in comparison to the Reverie, he found the dark wood and high windows to be charming and homey. The staff were attentive but mindful and despite the blue sky and high sun, an attendant always saw to it that no one left without their coat. A holdover from the Stellaron days, undoubtedly.

He’d been prepared, of course. He dressed as he always did, with meticulous care and consideration. Some things would never change and Sunday took solace in fixing the sash pinned at his chest and smoothing his lapels. How anyone could simply present themselves to the rest of the world while their clothes were wrinkled and their eyes were laden with sleep was beyond him. How would anyone take another seriously if they appeared to have rolled out of bed?

The notion of arriving to the museum only to give this contact the first impression that the Crew was not detail-oriented and dedicated did nothing to settle the tightness in his chest. Belobog and Jarilo-VI were only just finding their feet again under the leadership of Lady Bronya Rand and with the assistance of the Astral Express. Sunday was acutely aware of the gravity that circled such circumstances and liked to think that, for once, his preference for procedure and order won out.

This meeting was his first time representing the Express on his own. Ms. Himeko and Mr. Yang must have seen something in this particular request, else they would have sent the younger members. The trio always uncovered something through their wanderings or re-connecting with old friends. He wasn’t quite suited to it, not yet at any rate, and he still had much to learn.

All of this over a painting of Nanook. Strange tales of Destruction in its wake. Never surfacing on public auction lists.

The air was cold, refreshingly so compared to Penacony; the Hours that offered activities such as skiing or snow-tubing were still nothing more than the impression of the environments and relied on pre-existing notions to make the visitors feel as if they were chilled. Sunday tucked his wings in closer beneath the scarf around his neck, strategically placed to both hide his wings and keep him warm. It was humbling to feel the stone beneath his boots and see the bustle of the morning. Employees on their way to work, the remnants of checkpoints without Silvermane Guards.

Penacony practically shook with energy while Belobog offered a steadfast hum. From the way the Trailblazer spoke of the planet, it was almost provincial in some areas, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. Recovery was apparent, prosperity close at hand, all without the IPC’s interference.

A sentiment he shared with Lady Bronya. It could have been Penacony’s Path, too. Perhaps it still would be.

The halovian closed his eyes to escape the rush of people and cars around him and listened as he stood on the curb. Even now, his mind yearned for Ena’s frequency, the presence of others, the way the notes used to dance alongside Xipe’s tune in a subtle resonance that no one ever noticed. In much the same way that there were those who never picked up on a harmony or a melody in a song, plenty of individuals might never have known the difference between Ena and Xipe.

The crowd around him stirred and someone jostled him from behind. He barely had time to think before he felt himself falling forward---

Wind rushed around him as a blanket of stars gave way to a bright, new dawn cresting over the horizon. He felt no warmth from the vibrant star painting the sky with a pink so soft, it might as well have been fine-spun cotton sugar.

Brother...the dream is over.

Once, her embraces were comforting, a counterbalance to re-center himself. Before his halo grew too heavy. He could only feel echoes of it now, an itching at the back of his skull that crawled down his spine. His body remembered what his heart was unable to bear.

Darkness grew ever closer and drew him deeper into its embrace. What was the point of it all? Living only meant unending sorrow, constant cycles of existence that never promised anything more than the same exact suffering as the day before. People came to Penacony to dream, to have a taste of a fleeting moment that made all the pain worth it.

It was better that way, was it not? To be supported, promised a better life, entrusted to another to provide?

Sunday’s heart pounded in his chest, a raucous Charmony Dove protesting in its cage, as he felt a force on his jacket yank him backwards just as a car whizzed past, horn blaring. He blinked, breathing heavily, observing his surroundings as he tried to steady himself, pushing away the thoughts about torn seams or wrinkles when the hand on his jacket relented. Before he could identify the owner, the crowd moved properly and he was once again lost in a sea of people.

An arm brushed his and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of ashen brown hair and a cable-knit scarf, soft ochre against a long beige coat. As if sensing him, the stranger’s head turned just enough to flick up hazel eyes and offer a ghost of a smile, before blending into the crowd again.

They succeeded, for as soon as Sunday blinked, he was unable to spot them.

Maybe the stranger was a dream. An invention of his mind to protect himself and he’d truly caught himself all along.

We all must wake up at some point. If we are asleep, too lost in our dreams, we miss what it means to live, were the words that accompanied an invitation and a way forward.

Those words etched themselves in his mind and came alive every daybreak. It didn’t matter whether there was a sun to be seen. They greeted him the way Ena had. Like clockwork, his body was attuned to the start of the new day and another beginning in which he would swallow the guilt and pretend it ever properly settled in his stomach.

Perhaps today, it might sit in his chest, heavy and leaden. Or it would crawl up his spine, claw at his mind, and leave him a little light-headed.

Regardless, he was certain they would now be accompanied by a face without a name, and he was so tired of being haunted.

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harpymin · 1 year ago

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i bound a fic! Destructive interference was written by the lovely @atlasarcana

this took about 4-5 days of on and off working and as far as first times go, i think this turned out preety coool

#critical role #essek thelyss #shadowgast #my art #book binding

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undertale-fic-librarby · 13 days ago

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Hey! Do you know any good Errormare fics? I know ‘Wayward’ and ‘At Their Mercy’, but I’m looking for more 👀

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

It's All Just Training, Right? by atomiCherry, Souldew_UT (Explicit, Complete)

Hopping from universe to universe after his own Anti-Void no longer suffices as a safe place from the chains of Fate, Error winds up in Nightmare’s Castle with none other than the God of Negativity himself, who’s far too pleased with the Destroyer’s presence. Unaware of Nightmare’s true intentions, Error finds himself taken aback by a suspicious yet remarkable deal that very few people have the courage to propose. It was meant to be a simple session, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but then the both of them find out that there might be more to their meeting than meets the eye… - updates every Tuesday and Friday

Catalyst for Concord by Somebody_OntheInternet (Mature, Incomplete)

“My ecto-o isn’t unsummoning.” He kept his gaze firmly locked on the carpet, refusing to look the other God in the eye. The tentacle in his grasp curled around his radius and ulna, and he squeezed it. There was an awful, crushing silence for a few moments, before his husband spoke: “…you don’t think..?” *----*----* After their mating cycles lined up, the "evil" Gods of Destruction and Negativity find themselves in quite the predicament. They must figure out how to balance their dangerous work with the task of ensuring their baby's development is healthy. That, and they have to ensure the Council does not find out. No matter what, Ink cannot find out.

Signed, Your Penpal by Hellsaint7w7 (General Audiences, Incomplete)

Geno and Nightmare fall in love through anonymous notes to each other and their love of books. But of course, Geno doesn’t stay Geno forever and Nightmare doesn’t handle it well.

Day 1: Teratophilia/Size Difference by Destiny_Of_A_Dragon (Explicit, Complete)

Nightmare feeds on too much Negativity and the only way Error can get them to calm down is by letting them use his body. Error felt Nightmare’s whole body shift and ripple— and couldn’t resist taking a peek over his shoulder again. The destructive Skeleton froze in a soulbeat, eye-lights shrinking as he saw the corrupted Guardian fumbling with their own pants, mind not stable enough yet to undo them properly. Eventually, the fabric tore— and Error’s eyes went wide as he saw what was underneath. S-stars, that was—! That was—! Nightmare was currently over twice his size and full to bursting with excess magic, but Error hadn’t really thought about what effect that might have on their ecto!

Chocolate Pampering by Souldew_UT (Mature, Complete)

Error succumbs to anxiously drown himself in chocolate - eating more and more every day than usual. He pays so much attention to the chocolate which eventually causes Nightmare to get stupidly jealous. Nightmare doesn't like sweets, but he likes to mess around with Error, so he takes all the chocolate away when Error is not present and hides it.

Thanks for the recommendation! The fics being recommended are…

Wayward by Queer_Sleep_Demon (Mature, Incomplete)

Error had always been in control of his teleporting abilities. He knew the ins and outs of world-hopping like the back of his hand. The joke was on him, though, because the multiverse didn't play by anybody's rules. An impulsive decision to teach Nightmare a lesson in respect went horribly wrong. As a result, Error and Nightmare become stranded in a foreign and hostile dimension. Finding a way out was easier said than done.

At Their Mercy by Devcipher (Teen And Up, Complete)

The multiverse had been perfectly balanced when the seven higher beings weaved it together. Through countless interferences, however, the balance has begun to tip, and stability is threatened. Fate's creation has been unresponsive to their warnings, and thus a solution must be made. While feuding with Destiny over a monster to be Ink's counterpart, Karma intervenes. Inspiration from Harrish6's Forced God of Destruction universe, but a unique alternate multiverse/universe of my own. Discord is constantly breaking the link for the ATM discord but: https://discord.gg/DgHWGnMNrs *EDIT: My server got raided twice please message me for a link lol* Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/devtemrys

Here's a few more fics that are similar to what you're asking for!

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mochi-munchies · 4 months ago

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AU/Fic Idea: Ragnarok *Title Still in the Works*

This one has been in my brain for a while and I thought I'd just spew it out on my board just to get it out and not forget it. But anyway-

An AU where Ink and Error were the original menaces to the multiverse. As the two most powerful entities with the personalities of toddlers, they were fucking destroying everything, leveling entire AUs in their clashes and tantrums and impulses. Until the other deities finally had enough.

Core Frisk, Reaper, Life, Fresh and Gaster all get together and are like, "Yeah. We can't keep letting them do this, the multiverse is gonna break." So they devise a plot to get them to fight, and then when their balance of Destruction/Creation was at a sweet spot, took them by surprise and sealed them away. Error in the anti-void, and Ink in the Doodlesphere, where they are promptly put into a deep slumber as long as their balance is not disturbed. *1

Fast forward to present day with Nightmare and Dream having their little war. All the other entities aren't pleased with it, but are neutral to the conflict as they see it more as a childish spat.

Until it wasn't.

One day Nightmare takes it too far and his scheme threatens to actually destroy an AU, which immediately has Reaper, Frisk and Fresh flying in there like, "Nightmare stop. You have no idea what you're doing." But they're too late, the damage is done and the AU is destroyed.

So the outcodes are absolutely freaking out, and Dream and Nightmare are super confused like, "you guys have been watching us from the sidelines for hundreds of years?? Why tf do you suddenly care??"

"You morons! Do you have any idea what you've done??!? You disturbed the balance! They're gonna wake up..!"

Then cue Error air-dropping in and absolutely making a fool of everybody and their moms. Making Dream and Nightmare realize that, oh. They were not. In fact. Among the top of the food chain.

The rest of the story then going on about the brothers being forced to finally put their shit to an end and reconnect under duress while also dealing with two overpowered children. *2

*1 - Was also considering the idea of the whole 'putting them to sleep' part failing, unknowingly to the other gods. Leaving Ink and Error completely awake in their isolation- however, due to the connection of their balance, they can speak to each other not unlike with the Creators. Over the thousands of years of only having each other, in their loneliness they come to have a codependency and low-key errink feelings coming in.

When their balance is finally disturbed and their seals are unleashed, of course the first thing on their minds are mayhem and vengeance. But after letting out some steam, the next thing is to obviously find their other half. Something that the other gods are hellbent on preventing, fearing the return of the days when they ravaged the AUs endlessly in their feud.

So Nightmare and Dream are spending the majority of the fic learning to reconnect with each other as they try to reseal the two and prevent them from meeting. However, they also notice how their behavior seems to be incredibly strange compared to what the others described. And eventually, trusting their instincts as the guardians of feelings, they let Error and Ink meet, only to discover that the two were in love and not in fact looking to settle their ancient death match. Error and Ink vow to behave as long as the others dared not to interfere with them, etc. Cue happy ending.

*2 - another alternative version for the story is for Dream to teach Ink empathy (and low-key domesticate him) as he tries to reason with him, and at the same time learn to let the past go and accept his brother as he was, instead of hanging onto who he envisioned him to be before their fallout. And for Nightmare to learn to trust with Error (as well as rehabilitating him) after failing repeatedly at overpowering the other, and at the same time coming to accept vulnerability in his life again.

At first Dream fears Ink as a soulless being and subconsciously sees him as something inherently evil (just how he sees his brother's corrupted form as evil) however, as he peeks behind the curtain of Ink's behaviors, he comes to realize that is not the case, and starts to help Ink with his memory issues, his lack of empathy, his impulsiveness, etc. Also learning along the way that just because someone's nature (soullessness/corruption) was different didn't mean they were bad.

They get close, and Ink starts to cling to Dream. Connecting the emotional growth within him with the first person to actually have the patience to guide him and understand him like this, he starts to prioritize also being there to help Dream more so than having art binges and harassing Error. Oh, and they also end up falling in love BTW.

Meanwhile, Nightmare is getting his shit rocked by Error, struggling to compete with such a powerhouse and is honestly feeling fucked up bc this is the first time he's been so powerless after his corruption. He continues to use more and more low blows and playing on any and every weakness the glitch has- desperately trying to regain his dominance (which he has been using all this time as a feeling of protection).

Nightmare is low-key tweaking at this point, until he finally discovers a way into Error's hidey-hole. So of course he sneaks in with the intention of catching the maniac with his pants down. Only to peek in during one of Error's low moments.

And then Nightmare suddenly realizes how similar the two of them really were. This whole time he was picturing Error as this larger than life, unstoppable and ruthless pinnacle of violence. When in fact.. he was just another monster, just like he was. So, he starts changing tactics after that. Reaching out to Error in the way he wished someone reached out to him back then, and they come to slowly open up together and eventually just.. tumbling into a situationship.

In the end the other gods are really uncertain about just leaving the two to the apple twins- especially with the fear they might use them in their little war. But the twins have none of it, and even have a realtalk then and there to prove no grudges remained.

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melodygatesauthor · 2 years ago

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Chapter 10: Some Heroes Wear Ties

prof!Steven Grant-Jake Lockley-Marc Spector X f!Reader

Edited by: @welcometostayingawake

Mood Boards - Book Cover - Masterlist

Chapter Summary:

Your depression after the break-up has turned into self-destructive behavior. It's a good thing there's someone out there keeping an eye on you, making sure you're safe.

Tags/Summary (these are for the ENTIRE fic):

college AU, no powers/not in MCU/no Khonshu, talk of mental illness, Marc has DID, forbidden relationship, age gap, reader is 21y/o, Boys are 38y/o, reader attends college in America but isn't necessarily American, smut, sex, masturbation, p in v, creampies galore, reader is on birth control, dubious consent due to identity issues, ANGST, romance, fluff and smut, oral sex, falling in love, reader is not race coded, minor mentions of alcohol addiction and depression.

Word Count: 5.2k

SPECIAL WARNING - THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS THEMES OF ALCOHOLISM AND DUBIOUS/NON-CONSENT. READER DISCRETION ADVISED.

The next two weeks were a blur.

You made it to most of your classes, but you weren’t mentally present in the slightest. You felt a burning hatred for Steven, but even more for yourself. Every evening was filled with you drinking more than you could handle and being brought back to your dorm by either Layla or Cameron.

Your first week away from Steven ended with you and Cameron sitting across from each other at a restaurant. He’d seen how upset you were while studying together in the library, the day after you’d noticed Steven wasn’t in class. Cameron was kind, and had always been friendly toward you, so when he invited you out for pizza and a couple drinks, you had a hard time saying no.

Two drinks in and you were feeling a buzz. Jokes were rolling off your tongue and you were laughing for the first time since the pain you’d endured on Monday afternoon. Cameron seemed to think you were funny too, either that or he was just being kind. You wished you’d put more effort into him in hindsight instead of going after Steven. Maybe if you had pursued Cameron instead, you wouldn’t be feeling the way you did right now.

Jake lit a cigarette on the other side of the street, keeping an eye on you while you finished off your fourth drink. If someone saw him right now, they might think he was a creep, watching you while you were out with a friend. Jake had no intention of doing anything, he knew Marc was right about keeping their distance from you while they tried to get Steven to return, but he needed to make sure you were okay…that you were able to move on.

He noticed that you didn’t take a bite of the pizza slice you put on your plate. Over the last week, he observed that you didn’t eat much at all. You weren’t focusing on school work either. This was the kind of self-destructive behavior Jake recognized all too well. Marc had gone on a bender a time or two, leaving Jake and Steven as passengers on his harmful path. He wished he could let you go; that he could just walk away, leave you to your own healing, but he couldn’t. He just needed to make sure you were okay, and then he would leave you alone.

You weren’t okay. The second week without Steven you spent even more time with Cameron. It wasn’t the time with Cameron that was the problem, it’s what you were doing with him that was most concerning. Jake didn’t care that you were smoking weed, in fact, that was the least of his worries. He didn’t like that you seemed to be neglecting your studies in favor of this new lifestyle you’d adopted. He knew he couldn’t interfere, but he couldn’t just stop watching you.

Marc was unaware of his alter’s actions, spending his days trying to coax Steven out. Like you, he kept finding himself in the bottom of a glass bottle most days. Even though this was mainly Steven’s fault, Marc couldn’t help feeling some guilt for the things that had transpired. If he and Jake hadn’t done everything they did overseas, then the repercussions of Steven’s actions wouldn’t be so damaging.

Steven’s phone buzzed on the second weekend of him being gone. Marc looked at it and groaned. You were texting again, and you were still angry.

You: Just so you know, I did terribly on my history test this week so thanks for that.

Marc ran his hand down over his face in frustration. He knew he would have to block your number eventually if you didn’t stop, but he also felt terrible for the things you were saying. Most of the time your texts were angry, but sometimes you came in pleading for Steven to meet up and talk to you. Each notification felt like salt in the wound.

You: Going out to get trashed tonight. Maybe another loser will fuck me and leave me.

Layla was watching you put on more makeup than you usually wore and pushing up your tits in a tight red dress she’d never seen you wear. You’d bought the dress earlier that day with the intention of finally trying to get over Steven in some way. If you drank enough you knew you’d have the confidence to go home with anyone.

“What’s gotten into you lately?” She asked, raising a brow at you.

“What do you mean?” You asked, applying a deep red color to your lips, matching your dress.

“I know you’ve been drinking, you’re hardly ever here.” She crossed her arms over her chest, “you reek of pot half the time.”

“Oh! Yeah, just trying to find myself or whatever.” You kept adjusting your makeup in the mirror, trying not to pay her any mind.

“Well, I’m worried about you,” she said softly, “this isn’t like you.”

You turned and looked at her finally. You appreciated that she cared about you, but you didn’t need her to. She was your friend, not your parent.

“Well don’t,” you muttered, grabbing your purse and pushing past her.

“Will you at least promise me that you’re being careful?” She called to you while you reached for the doorknob.

“Promise,” you said in a snarky tone before leaving.

You took a cab out of town, riding into the city. Layla had every right to be worried. You were a young woman, going out alone, with the intention of getting so drunk you could hardly remember your name and possibly going home with a guy you hardly knew. That wasn’t like you. Then again, you’d never felt emotional pain like this before. All you wanted to do was find someone else to fill the void that Steven had left behind.

You spent hours at the bar, drinking everything some desperate guy bought for you. No matter how much you tried to flirt with the various men who were there, you found yourself losing your initial fervor. You were still going to tell Steven that you were going home with someone, even if it wasn’t true. You hoped he would read it and feel the pain in his chest that you’d felt every moment of every day for the last two weeks.

You: I hope yous happ Steven I got a boy brings me home 2 nite

You made your way outside, deciding you were ready to call a cab to take you home. You were dizzy, and the lights of the cars were blinding as they drove down the street. There was a man who approached you. You recognized him as one of the guys from inside who had bought you a few drinks throughout the night. In your blurred vision he looked fairly attractive. He smiled and placed a hand on the small of your back.

“Hey sweetheart, you lost?” He asked, snaking his hand to the other side of your hip.

“Need a cab,” you muttered in your drunken state.

“Oh, course you do. There’s one right over here.”

The man’s grip was starting to hurt, even with the way the alcohol in your system numbed everything. You followed him though, knowing that you weren’t in the right mind to call a cab. When he pulled you down into an alleyway you felt cold all of a sudden, a sinking feeling entering your gut. This wasn’t the right way.

“W-wait,” you tried pulling back but he wrenched you forward instead.

He used his forearm against your throat to pin you to the wall. You gasped, realizing that you’d made a mistake going out that night, realizing that you should’ve just stayed in your dorm eating Ben and Jerry’s and watching bad romantic comedies to fight the pain. Layla was right.

“Come on, I bought you like four drinks babe, don’t give me a hard time.”

He’d never get the chance to even start making a move. In a sudden motion, he was pulled from you, and you felt the pressure release from your throat. You put a hand up against it while you caught your breath. The man who assaulted you was yelling while your savior was hunched over him. He was holding the assailant’s collar while beating him relentlessly. All at once your assailant was silent, and you watched the man who saved you drop him into a bloody heap on the ground.

Jake kept his face hidden by his flat cap. He took off his coat and wrapped it around your bare shoulders and used a gloved hand to escort you out of the alley. He didn’t want to get his hands messy with you, but when he saw you go down that alley with that jerk’s hands around you, he’d put out his cigarette immediately to follow you. It was all too obvious that you were completely wasted when that man had taken you there. Damn Marc to hell if he thought Jake was going to just stand by and watch something bad happen to you.

You felt warm having the jacket around your shoulders. Was it dangerous to follow this new person? He had saved you, how dangerous could he be? When you got to the street, he opened the back door to a sleek black car and helped you inside. You felt dizzy and confused, but followed him regardless. He went around to the front and got in the driver’s seat before pulling away from the bar. A realization hit you through the fog of your drunkenness. You were in a car with a stranger. You’d traded one bad situation for another. You wondered how stupid you had to be to put yourself in danger twice in the same night.

“Who are you?” You asked, scowling at the man who abducted you, if you could even call this an abduction.

He did just save you. Perhaps he was bringing you home, but it occurred to you that he had no idea where you lived. When he didn’t answer you, you felt uneasy and started panicking. You didn’t know what to do. You were drunk in a stranger’s car. His eyes peered at you in the rearview mirror, stern with a furrowed brow. You felt a chill down your spine. You felt in your gut that he might have the same intentions as the man in the alleyway, and you needed to make a quick escape.

“I need you to let me out!” You said loudly, panic clear in your tone.

Jake could see you starting to freak out, just based on the way your chest was heaving and your eyes were darting all around the car. You were looking for a way out, and then he saw your hand on the door. Slowly, you were reaching down on your right and you unlocked the car door. You grabbed the handle, flinging it open.

You’d never seen someone move so fast. The car was pulled over and stopped on a dime, and you grabbed on to the seat in front of you for support. It could’ve been your drunken state, or maybe he was just quick, but the man seemed to move unnaturally fast to your right in the open door. You slid out quickly, holding both of your hands up to defend yourself. You started walking backward, and he continued advancing.

“Listen, asshole…” you started as he got closer. “You saved me, so thanks for that but now you’re–“

He stepped forward into the light of the streetlamp above and you saw his face. You froze.

“S-Steven.” You said as though all the air had left your body. “Steven?”

Something was off about him, but there was no question. That was Steven.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. There he was, in the flesh. You remembered seeing that outfit in the back of his closet all folded up, but you weren’t sure what it was for. This wasn’t even the same car he’d driven you in before. You felt uneasy recalling his words to you, “you don’t know a thing about me. I’m not the man you think I am.” Was this what he meant? Was he some kind of vigilante or something in the night, going around saving drunken women at clubs? That would certainly explain why he was tired all the time.

Jake could see how shocked you were, and he expected you to give him an earful, thinking you were talking to his other alter. Steven still wasn’t there. Part of Jake thought that seeing you might bring Steven back to the front, but it seemed that he was still dormant. Jake knew how to fake a British accent in a pinch, but he knew you were too smart to be fooled by it. He thought it better to just stay silent.

You walked up to him, charging forward before striking him across the cheek. He hardly reacted. He clenched his jaw when he looked back at you. Of course, Steven knew he deserved it. You thought about doing it again, but it wasn’t going to help you feel any better. Your drunken gaze fell on his lips, and while you wanted to continue giving him an earful, a stronger part of you wanted to feel him touch you again, make you feel like he still cared. When you were sober you would give him hell, but right now you just wanted to kiss him, and so you leaned in. You tried to kiss him, but he pulled back away from you. You felt tears immediately threatening to fall from the blatant rejection.

“Y’know what, fine, if you’re gonna act like that then I’m walking home!” You turned around and started walking away, not even aware of the direction you were going in.

Jake wished he could just let you go, but you were still so trashed. He doubted you even knew where you were. Letting you walk away now was dangerous, and he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you. He just wanted to keep you safe, drop you home and hope you forgot about the whole thing in the morning. He grabbed your arm and spun you around, gripping both of your shoulders in his large hands.

“Steven, you can’t just treat me like this and then start fucking manhandling me! Piss off”

Jake brought you to the car silently, and in your state you couldn’t put up much of a fight. You grumbled at him and he sat you down in the front seat this time. He thought at least then he could keep a better eye on you. You tried to push him back and get out, but he wasn’t budging.

You were stuck in the passenger’s seat of Steven’s new and shiny black car. He still looked so different, but you couldn’t put your finger on why. It didn’t matter to you, you had missed him, no matter how angry he’d made you with his absence. You leaned in again, and you thought he’d push you away, but he didn’t this time. You reached a hand up, grabbed his tie and pulled him closer.

Two weeks, it had been two weeks since you’d felt Steven’s lips on yours, but now they were on you, soft as ever. Something felt a little different, but you brushed it off as your own drunken passion. It tasted like Steven, in your mouth and in your lungs. You reached a hand up behind his head, stealing a soft moan from his lips.

“Steven,” you whispered.

Jake’s body was buzzing with excitement. This was wrong for so many reasons. You thought he was someone else, you were young, drunk, and vulnerable. It wasn’t like him to do something like this, but you were so desperate, and you really thought he was Steven, giving yourself to him so willingly. You brushed your tongue over the seam of his lips, and he readily parted them for you. You entangled your tongue with his hungrily, arching your chest into his and he felt his own chest puff up with the excitement of finally feeling your lips against him.

“Let’s go somewhere,” you said, breathing heavy.

Your words broke Jake from his trance. He couldn’t do this. Marc had been right when he told Steven to break things off with you so many times. You were in danger if you stayed with them, and vice versa. He had to put a stop to it now.

��Yes, home.” He said firmly in the best British accent he could muster.

“Of course you’re going to bring me home.” You shoved him back and then conceded to accepting the ride, pulling your feet back into the car and slamming the door in his face.

You were acting like a brat, and Jake liked that fiery side of you. He vowed to keep his hands to himself, but he couldn’t help the swelling in his chest that he’d never felt before. He was really starting to understand why Steven had fallen for you. They all shared a brain after all, it made sense that some of those feelings might seep into his mind as well. He shook the thoughts from his head before getting into the car next to you.

You kept your gaze out the window and your arms crossed over your chest. That kiss sparked your body alive with the desire you’d missed after he left. Watching the city pass you by, another thought occurred to you: Steven must’ve been nearby to be able to save you the way he did. Was he…watching you? Surely if he’d broken up with you, he wouldn’t be stalking you, unless he really did miss you. Was this an attempt to see you in secret? You wondered why he wouldn’t have just said that in the first place.

“So, are you just done teaching? If you’re not gonna teach anymore then there was no point to break up, you know…unless you really did just want to fuck me and leave me.” You hoped that stung, but you weren’t going to look over to see his expression.

It did sting. Jake knew how this all looked, and he knew how you must’ve felt when Steven broke things off. He was quiet when it happened, but he saw the look on your face. He’d watched the disappointment fall over you until your bottom lip was quivering in your attempt to keep your composure. Now you were angry, and that was good. You could use the anger to move on. You had every right to be, and Jake hoped that Marc would feel the burn of your slap in the morning and wonder how that happened.

“Fine, don’t talk to me if you don’t want to. Just gotta…take care of something real quick.”

Jake tried to keep his eyes on the road, but you were pulling up the skirt of your red dress around your hips. You’d worn black lace underneath, clearly with the intention of some loser taking them off. When you stuffed your hand into the waistband of your panties and started moaning, Jake felt his own arousal growing behind the seam of his pants. What the fuck were you doing?

That kiss had made you worked up, despite the anger you felt. Not to mention you were still completely wasted, not caring if what you were doing was considered ridiculous or not. All you could think about was Steven and the memory of how he felt inside of you. You weren’t sore anymore, not after a couple weeks of giving your body a rest. Now you wanted more, you craved it, but you didn’t think you’d ever have the chance again. Maybe if he remembered what he was missing he’d reconsider. You weren’t opposed to taking him back, but you were going to make him be the one to ask you to come back, you weren’t going to beg.

“Stop,” Jake said coldly, the wet sounds your cunt made was deafening to him.

“St-stop what?” You asked with a soft moan to punctuate your question.

Jake couldn’t take it. His cock was aching in his pants, aching for release. He shifted in his seat, trying to mimic the friction he desperately needed. You were making such pretty sounds and all he wanted to do was make you come undone, the way he’d watched Steven do a few times over. He didn’t mean to get caught in the television that day while you were on Steven’s lap in his flat, but Jake wanted to see you so badly. He pulled down a dark and poorly lit road. He parked and got out of the car, dropping his hat in the seat before slamming the door.

Jake took a moment to breathe, thinking about the consequences of the next move he wanted to make. It would be so easy to just stand there and wait for you to finish your business and then bring you home. Hell, he could even get back in the car and drive you home, painful as it may be, and then relieve himself later. Either way he wanted to take a minute to himself.

But you just had to get out of the car, didn’t you? You just had to walk around to him, grabbing on to his white button down and step on your tippy-toes to brush your nose against his. Your breath was hot against his face, reeking of alcohol. He would’ve been fine, he could still push you away, but your right hand trekked down his abdomen and slid over the bulge just under the fabric of his pants.

It was over for Jake at that point, he couldn’t deny you any longer. He cupped the back of your head and melted into you in a flurry of passion. He was emptying every emotion he’d pushed away for the weeks after you and Steven started seeing each other. You tasted like the booze you’d been drinking all night, but beneath that he tasted the essence that made you…you, and it was delicious.

You noticed that Steven even kissed differently, and you wondered if he was just nervous, or maybe this was him letting loose. You didn’t care though, it felt so good to have him touching you again, to give you that attention you so desperately craved from him. He lifted you and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He was so fucking hard you let out a breathy moan just from the feeling of him brushing against you.

He opened the door to the back seat and put you down, climbing in over you. The seat was surprisingly spacious. He didn’t stop kissing you, groaning while he rolled his hips against you. You brought your hands into his dark locks, reveling in the way they felt against your fingers. You’d missed him so much you could hardly stand it. You thought you might start to cry, but then you felt his gloved hand start tugging at the waist of your panties.

“I got it, let me,” you helped, toeing them off.

Jake let you work on his button and zipper, shuddering the moment you grabbed around his thick cock and pulled it out of his boxer-briefs. His breath was shaking while you guided him to your entrance. He looked down and seeing the way his length sat between your thighs made it twitch eagerly.

“Fuck me, Steven,” you said in a soft whisper.

Jake gritted his teeth, the sound of the other alter’s name reminding him of the fact that you thought he was someone else. You brought his face back to look at you though, eyes darting between his. When you kissed him again, he forgot all about his prior reservations and thrust forward harshly, your pleasure-laced gasp was like music to Jake’s ears.

You gripped the back of Steven’s curly head tightly in your ecstasy, continuing to melt into him with sloppy drunken kisses. It felt so good to have his cock inside of you again, stretching you out and filling you deep. You tossed your head back, and a guttural groan rolled up through your chest.

Jake had so many things he wanted to say to you, but knew he’d better not. He wanted to tell you how good your tight little pussy felt fluttering around his length. He wanted to tell you how much he loved the way your skin tasted under his lips. Mostly, he wanted to tell you how much he wanted to hold onto you and never let go, how much he wanted to keep you safe and smiling. Your fingers were intertwining with his hair, such a small gesture, and yet it was one of the most intimate things he’d felt in…he wasn’t even sure he could recall ever feeling anything so intimate.

“Fuck, Steven–yes.”

He reached up and covered your mouth, muffling your moans. He couldn’t stand to hear you moaning someone else’s name while he continued grinding his hips forward, thrusting his length into you deeper. Your hot breath could be felt huffing through your nostrils against his gloved pinky.

He’d never done anything like that to you before, you thought that he normally liked to hear you moan and say his name, but you weren’t going to question it. The change in breathing was hurdling you closer to the edge than you anticipated. You wondered where this idea to cover your mouth came from. It didn’t really matter, you were just so happy to have him back, to have him touching you the way he had before. Except it wasn’t quite like before. Even in the fog from the alcohol, you could tell that something was different about the way he was thrusting into you. It was more forceful, intentional and like he wasn’t holding back his strength. Even before, it felt like Steven was trying to restrain himself, despite being sloppy about his actions. Now he was relentless and tactful, pace never wavering.

Jake kissed your neck, dragging his tongue over the soft skin there. You took in a deep breath, chest arching up to brush against his. Fuck he wanted to feel your breasts, but with one hand over your mouth and the other keeping him from flattening you, he couldn’t. Next time, he thought.

He shouldn’t be thinking about a “next time”, but he was. He was already thinking about how he wanted to bend you over the center console and watch your pussy splitting over his girth; or how he wanted to put you in his lap, back resting against his chest while he fucked upward into you. There was no end to the ways he wanted to feel you come undone, and that was in his car alone.

You let out a sharp scream that frightened him so he removed his hand quickly. You drew in a sharp breath and that’s when he realized that you were coming. Your cunt squeezed so tight around his cock that he had to grab the back of the seat to stop himself from falling over.

Fuck that feels good, so fucking good.

His hips stopped rutting into you and he started moaning heavily in your ear while his cock pulsated hot ropes of cum inside of your still clenching walls.

You couldn’t believe he was finally back, after two weeks of suffering, you had Steven back. He didn’t kiss you after he pulled out, in fact, he didn’t seem interested in the usual post-sex intimacy as he tucked himself away.

Jake had to get you back quickly now, feeling the guilt wash over him as clarity came through. He’d just slept with you, under the guise of Marc’s other alter, while you were plastered. Of all the terrible things Jake had done, this was up there on the list. He closed the door, leaving you in the back seat before getting in the front and peeling off the dirt road.

You didn’t say anything to him, not wanting to push any further. It was exceptionally clear that he was still trying to keep his distance, and you felt like you were on eggshells. If this was going to continue, you knew that you had to play by his rules, whatever they may be. When he pulled up to your dorm, you leaned up in the seat and kissed him on the cheek.

You stopped at his ear to whisper, “please don’t leave me again.”

You made your way to your dorm, cleaned yourself up in the bathroom, and then went to bed without waking Layla. You sent a quick text to Steven, and in a moment’s notice you’d drifted off, satisfied with the conclusion of your night.

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Jake parked his car in a parking garage down the street from Steven’s flat. He had to keep it from the other two, or they would know he was leading a secret life separate from theirs. When he got inside the apartment, he took off all his clothes and neatly placed them in the closet, exactly where they’d been before. He put on the outfit Marc had worn to bed before crawling under the blankets himself.

Steven’s phone lit up on the end table, forcing Jake’s heart to stop in his chest.

You: Thank you for saving me tonight. When can I see you again?

The truth was that Jake wanted to see you again, despite knowing it was immoral. He thought that maybe if you saw how good he was to you, that you might not be too upset when he was able to finally reveal himself…if he was ever able to finally reveal himself. His heart was deafening in his chest thinking about you. You were so pretty tonight, the way your dress fit your body, and the way your big eyes had looked up at him before you kissed him.

Your words rang through his mind so clearly, please don’t leave me again.

No one had ever looked at him like you did. No one had ever looked at Jake with so much love and yearning in their eyes. He’d never felt such passion, and now he didn’t know how to just let it go, even if it was the right thing to do. Even if the love you felt was for someone else, he could look past it for now. He just knew he couldn’t go without seeing you again.

Steven: Don’t text me anymore. I’ll reach out to you when we can see each other again.

Steven: If you want this to be able to continue, I need you to keep this a secret. Don’t talk about it, and don’t ever text me.

Jake deleted the texts that the two of you had sent, and put the phone back where he’d found it. When Marc woke up in the morning, he’d never have a clue that his body had wandered about while he slept.

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When you got up in the morning, hangover be damned, you saw the texts from Steven. He was willing to keep it going. You could cry, you were so relieved. Steven was back, and he was yours.

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captainmera · 10 months ago

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I'm reading your Caleb fic and actually losing my mind over how good and fitting his characterization feels, how well you put the seeds of becoming a bad person in Philip without making him Evil Child and instead make it feel like a natural progression, how everyone's so NUANCED, the historical accuracy, EVELYNS CHARACTERIZATION!!! God!!! I love all of this!!!! (Also the closeted bi Caleb.)

Thank you! :D

Yes, I'm having fun crafting Caleb specifically with Philip turning into the guy Luz meets in canon, and eventually Belos, in mind.

I asked myself: Who the hell raised this dude!? :l And out came my version of Caleb, lol.

And yes, I don't think Philip was a bad kid. I think he became a bad person. Like most people who grow up, things happen and.. You know.

When you look at an adult who is angry, cruel and hateful, you seldom see their whole story. You see them for who they are right now and their unjustifiable actions and behaviours.

Caleb isn't a great parent. He's a good brother, not a half-bad provider, but parent? Not really. He was a kid when he raised his brother, and nobody taught him how to do it right. His outlet for frustrations and feeling helpless allowed him to cognitively dissonance himself from his cruel actions as a witch hunter.

We have no control. There is both freedom and imprisonment in knowing we are powerless to the chaos of hindsight. The endless human toiling of reminiscing in the "what ifs" of life will curse us all to an early doom.

The acceptance of no control, strangely, gives you more control and peace of mind. Sometimes, you can do everything right and it still goes wrong. Sometimes you do everything wrong and things turn out fine!

Doesn't mean people are blameless. Knowing the cause of something doesn't excuse the action or the choices you made.

But recognising that you made choices at the time based on what you knew and believed to be right - does give insight to things. What to do with that insight is up to each and every person.

Evelyn I'm enjoying quite a lot. Because she's not mentally ill like Caleb, who's depressed and suicidal. A character doesn't have to be unwell to be interesting. People have emotions and struggles anyhow. She's a nice person, she means well; she's a perfect example of someone who is just benefit-of-doubt enough to walk into dangerous spaces in good faith. Which puts her in situations Caleb must interfere with, lest she gets found out as a witch.

They save each other, in a way. :)

Caleb closeted bisexuality is a source of great delight to write a sub-plot for. Caleb, v.s. his ideas of what makes a man, is a fun field to dance on. He has been fed a lot of self-destructive ideas that he tries to live up to.

And Evelyn's nonchalant self-expression is also a great delight to write. She's carefree to the point people mistake her for an airhead and kind of stupid. Which isn't true, she just trust in that there is good in people until proven otherwise, and she tries her best to not let those experiences discourage her from new relationships. I like exploring that strange box that often occurs with her personality type - as though being kind and gentle is somehow dumb or naive.

BUT YEAH, Theyre very fun to write! :)

#ttocw #ttocw ask

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the-prophet-lemonade · 3 months ago

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hi! are you planning on writing more for your shadowgast fic by any chance? it is just lovely and i am aching to see the scene excerpted in the description & how these two traumatized wizards manage to get there. no worries if not, but i’d be remiss not to ask!!! you write them wonderfully (and i am very picky about my shadowgast, lol) — i know i’d take whatever offerings you’d be willing to share/publish, incomplete as they may be!

on a similar note, any recommendations for shadowgast fics? based on how well you write them, i trust your taste :)

(also, was so pleasantly surprised by the space struck epithet — paige lewis was a mentor of mine for poetry and became a close family friend, so it was crazy to see them in a shadowgast fic!!! so good)

hello! thank you so much for the love on You'll Be You, i've been meaning to get back to it forever! i definitely intend to finish it and have most of the remaining 6 chapters started (the next chapter is almost over the line), but it's just something i chip away at when i have a bit of time and am in the mood, so i can't make any concrete promises about when it might appear. that said, this is lovely encouragement and makes me want to work on it soooooo ... watch this space, i guess?!

i have a lot of sg fic recs (over 90 in my ao3 bookmarks if you just want to look through those), but it's been a while since i actively read anything and my brain is a sieve. here are a few i remember enjoying:

Love Letters to Toss Into The Fire by Anonymous

In the Dark with No Stars to Guide by Somestreptomyces

a man by any other face by mousecookie

destructive interference by atlasarcana

Gravity, and all that's born within by SkyScribbles

Rumor Has It by Chekhov

Keys to the Castle by Anonymous

realigning by Anonymous

Paper, Ink by aeli_kindara

The Mind and The Malady by SaltCore

fuck being remembered, I think I was made for you by canyon_wizard

to make an end by mllekurtz (TheKnittingJedi)

burned house horizon by principessa

the other things that make us by saturdaysky

displacement by mllekurtz (TheKnittingJedi)

Hard Mouth by road_rhythm (this is my #1 sg fic but i'm sure everyone has read it!!!!)

also i've bookmarked so many fics by lakrisrot, it would be a crime not to mention them too! too many good ones to pick a fave!

p.s. mad jealous about the paige lewis factoid ... how cool!!!!!

#fic recs #shadowgast #fic: You'll Be You and I'll Be Busy #lucy replies

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the-fenton-anticreep-stick · 2 years ago

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@little-pondhead i wanted to add more to the fic from ask I sent you and that you added to so I did :3 (in a separate post because I’ll probably add even more, and others are welcome to as well!! and i didnt want to take up people’s entire dashes snfnfj) @cinturon-cadena

Dan had never quite mastered portals or long-distance teleportation, and he doubted he would be able to while he was so limited by this form, but it was a moot point when his top speed was far faster than Danny’s and he had Clockwork’s Time-Outs at his disposal. He took a quick trip around the globe, tipping over landmarks, moving some buildings, splashing around in some foul-smelling pools of ectoplasm and stealing some left shoes from the ninjas guarding said pools.

Once he was pleased with his mischief, (and more importantly: starting to get hungry,) he headed towards the familiar feel of the cursed city. It was significantly less destroyed than he had left it the last time he’d visited. He understood the necessity of Clockwork’s interference, but it was still disappointing. He had put effort into such widespread destruction!

At least the city’s curse-spirit-mind-whatever it was didn’t remember what he’d done, and as such no longer wanted to give him a slow and torturous End. That didn’t mean it approved of him being there, though.

Time unpaused and he’d barely had the chance to tear down some walls before Gotham slunk out of the shadows.

“Calm yourself!” He growled as he squirmed out of its grasp, wishing he could still turn his form into mist. Intangibility was of little use with a creature like this. “I’m not here for you, or any of those mortals you are so fond of.”

Gotham screeched, and if he had bones, several of them would have undoubtedly been broken. "You are Other! An outsider! You are not welcome here!" It’s voice mingled with the screams of the alarms and the shouts of inmates and guards alike. “You set the Madness loose!“

Their tussle was nonexistent to the mortals as they rolled beneath and through stampeding feet, clawing at each other like alley cats. “All in good fun, Gotham!” He snarled and bit through one of the tendrils intent on relieving him of his eyes. He grimaced at the sludgy texture. “Time Itself sends me, to play with your favored mortals and avenge your dead!”

“You are evil! You will cause harm!“ Gotham screeched.

Dan rolled his eyes. “I will kill the insect who terrorizes what is yours,” He promised as if it were an offering to her, and not something he’d been planning for some time. (Danny had been so upset when the insect who called itself the Batman and its brood were absent from one of his schemes, because they were busy with this Joker insect. It was annoying. No insect, no need for Danny to complain. Danny had even agreed to the plan!) “Decide his fate, and I will enact it!”

The city’s spirit relaxed its grip on him. “You swear it? You will rid me of him, you will leave my Knights alone?"

“I’ll leave them alive.” Unless they challenged him. Then he would destroy them. But that didn’t need to be said.

“I will watch you..." Gotham slipped back into the shadows.

“Oh, how spooky.” Dan grumbled sarcastically as he shook himself in a vain attempt to remove the lasting sensation of Gotham’s touch.

That little disagreement had eaten up much of his precious time before the heroes of this realm could catch up to him. He lifted himself off the floor, startling a few inmates, and surveyed the chaos for a moment, selecting the perfect target. He darted towards the plant themed-villain- Poison Ivy, if he recalled correctly. (He always did.)

The woman staggered, clutching at her head as she tried to force him out. Overriding her will was laughably easy, but he admired her attempt to fight.

“Ah- Hey! You leave her alo- EEP!” With a flick of Ivy’s wrist, Dan suspended the other- Harley, Ivy’s memories named her, -in the air, leaving her dangling from some vines. The baseball bat she’d tried to clobber him with fell to the floor. He kicked it aside as he strode down the hall.

“I’ll give her back.” He said with a shrug, overexerting the woman’s powers to restrain every person he could find within the prison. His plants dragged all the pitiful, trapped mortals to the largest room available, stringing them up from the ceiling in cocoons like the insects they were. There. That would make it easier to find that awful clown.

Unless he’d already escaped. That would be unfortunate. Not for Dan, of course, but unfortunate for anyone who got in the way while he searched the city. And unfortunate for that clown, when Dan caught up.

The clown wasn’t in Arkham, so Dan left the unconscious Poison Ivy on the floor and shot through the roof, grumbling to himself. He flew clear of the building just in time to see Batman enter through a window. He paused, spectral tail flicking back and forth as he thought, before diving back in after the hero.

Danny had said to see how many things he could steal from that utility belt without being caught... And it wasn’t like there was anywhere the clown could go that Dan couldn’t follow.

He slipped out of the visible light spectrum and bit back his gleeful cackles as he liberated some of those delightful green rocks from the confines of the Bat’s pockets.

#fcs.art #fcs.original #dpxdc #supervillain danny au #i very much do like the city spirit gotham idea but wasnt quite sure how to implement it here #dan is such a gremlin i love writing him #bats: WHO LET OUT ALL OF THE INMATES *grabs dan* YOU #question. how dark can i get with this #like i love this au being goofy and campy and will strive to keep that as much as possible but also like #its dan.

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chapter 12 🩸 destructive interference

An hourglass shatters next to his head.

His eyes snap open. Essek gasps, whirling back, dodging the explosion of sand and glass.

He only realizes the scale of the threat — or lack thereof — when the room settles as his long-ago office in the Thelyss Estate: the same vermaloc floor, the same lonely candelabras, and the same grief-stricken brother tottering in front of the window behind his marble desk.

Rating: M Fandom: Critical Role Ship: Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast Word Count: 116,492k out of 140k+ Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Happy Ending, Unreality, (...) Chapter: 12/13 !

Content warnings for the fic are described in the tags and in the Author’s Note.

⋆ Read on AO3 here ⋆

#shadowgast #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #shadowgast fic #fic: destructive interference

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Check below the cut for 12 great long fics! And also! Don't forget to leave comments and kudos if you liked the fics!

The Fullness of Time by Cers (162788,Teen) Warnings: Canon Typical Violence and some dark themes around fatalism and death

The battle with Lucien is going badly, and Essek accidentally takes him and Caleb back in time several years in an attempt to escape. Now they have to find a way to get back so they can save their friends and stop Lucien

Reccer says: This fic has everything! It's got angst and pining and a heist and some twists. Just amazing!

Gravity, and all that's born within by SkyScribbles (132455,Teen) Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, none

On the Aeor trip from the epilogue, Caleb and Essek grow closer and discover a threat lurking within the ruins.

Reccer says: (wip) This fic gripped me from its first understated, sensitive, *real* portrait of the moment Essek learns that his time as Shadowhand is up. Aeor is a strange and imaginative place. And the Dynasty characters who are important in Essek's life, ones we only got a peek at or never saw at all, are fully realized and compelling in their own right as well as illuminating so much of who Essek is as a person.

The Upward Arc of Sun and Moon by marsastronomica (marswithghosts) (255854,Explicit) Warnings: None

Shadowhand Essek Thelyss takes a guest lecturing position at the Soltryce Academy, not knowing that the man he had a misunderstanding with three years ago is the Archmage of Civil Influence, Caleb Widogast.

Reccer says: There's mystery, a lot of coziness, courtly love, a little bit of enemies to lovers, and a really adorable familiar

heir to the devil's fortune by essektheylyss (midnightindigo) (348340,Mature) Warnings: None

Essek uses the Transmogrification spell to disappear, and finds a tentative home in hiding as the long lost son of the Ruby of the Sea.

Reccer says: This is an incredible fic full of intrigue, detailed character moments, slow burn build, and a mystery that has you guessing right up to how it's solved. It's long, but it's worth the commitment!

the breath before the phrase by KmacKatie (kmackatie) (171513,Explicit) Warnings: None

Caleb and Essek are professional violinists who get off on the wrong foot before finding common ground between them.

Reccer says: Another highly-specific au by an author that clearly knows the subject matter and material! It's an orchestra au, but it's full of rich character moments, detail and believable world-building, and both Caleb and Essek discovering what brings them joy.

coping skills by sumomomochi (133680,Explicit) Warnings: Needle play

WIP — BDSM au with disabled, high-social-anxiety Essek trying to navigate his very sudden and very strong feelings for Caleb, a new Dom in the Rosohna scene.

Reccer says: Beautifully written and incredibly soft while still being full of anxiety and messiness. Caregiver kink, chronic pain/disability representation, somehow both slowburn and not? Demonstrates both healthy and unhealthy behaviors and boundary setting in BDSM in a way that is realistic but doesn't take you out of the fic. And Essek's self-sabotage is... painfully real, so getting to read Caleb helping him work through that is an absolute gift.

Whistle Song by Chekhov (115412,Mature) Warnings: None

Caleb and Essek have settled down and then two pre-teen would-be assassins crash into the middle of the Soltryce Academy demanding Essek be surrendered.

Reccer says: Chekhov writes comedy in a delightful way, and this fic is full of it. There's emotional moments of both Essek and Caleb grappling with parts of the past not yet seen, characters full of life, and some twists that keep coming.

destructive interference by atlasarcana (141219,Mature) Warnings: Graphic violence, hallucinations, scene of accidental harm to a child

Essek and the Nein succeed in defeating the Somnovem, but their return to the Material Plane is a backwards trip out of Aeor. He is haunted by his memories, his guilt, the monsters around every corner, the threat of Trent Ikithon — and a shadow in his periphery that looks remarkably like himself.

Reccer says: Terror! Romance! Childhood trauma! The mortifying ordeal of being known! Essek reconciles with his perception of himself and the pieces of his past he is too ashamed to even think of, he has to do so *in front of Caleb,* and it is PAINFUL and magnificent. This fic is terrifying, brilliant, and occasionally adorable, and the ending is chefs-kiss-perfect.

the golden thread around your neck whispered visions of my undoing by MarsBar2019 (105565,Explicit) Warnings: None

A modern with magic AU where Essek is a CEO and Caleb is his assistant

Reccer says: It has incredible slow burn tension with some interesting world building

And Two recs each for:

Hard Mouth by road_rhythm (216257,Explicit) Warnings: CNTW - this is a heavy fic which touches on themes of SA, rape, and suicide.

There's something in Caleb's dreams. It wants him to know that he's not alone. It wants him to know that he'll never be alone again. Elves don't dream, so all Essek can do is watch.

Reccer 1 says: A canon-divergent fic at 2x138 with an alternate ending for C2 that is utterly gripping and believable. You thought you hated Ikithon? You're gonna hate him more at the end. Very real and high stakes with great character moments, this fic is an intense ride but worth it. Reccer 2 says: When I read a longfic. I want the slowburn to be s l o w. This delivers so well that it actually manages to deliver on it twice (for Shadowgast both times), and meanwhile the plot is gripping and all of TM9 get their chance to shine, especially Jester and Beau.

The worlds between us by Nellaplanet (159392,Mature) Warnings: Graphic discriptions of violence, the typical Caleb and Yasha stuff. Mind manipulation/control, torture, non-consensual body modification

Caleb and Beau have to rapidly reexamine their worldview upon discovering that magic is not only real, but exists in a world all of its own (and that the people wielding it are unfairly attractive and very, very dangerous).

Reccer 1 says: It's a wonderful ensemble fic, with a compelling story and one of my favorite Verins. Reccer 2 says: It focuses on both Beauyasha and Shadowgast, but it has some delicious enemies to friends and difficult relationship shadowgast parts, and a satisfying ending

And three for

I’ve been lost before (and I’m lost again, I guess) by toneofjoy (165080,Explicit) Warnings: Panic Attacks and discussions of disordered eating

Caleb is a competitive rock climber. Essek is his coach

Reccer 1 says: There's such good yearning in this fic, and I love highly specific AUs - this fic legitimately got me interested in climbing Reccer 2 says: The slow burn is very well done, and the ace representation is immaculate Reccer 3 says: Incredible world building from an author that loves climbing, it fits so well with the personalities of the Nein. There's emotional beats with some wonderful discussions of sexuality, a slow build that feels earned, and a richness that shines through.

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. And hey! Don't forget to leave comments and kudos for the lovely authors!

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#critical role fan fiction #fan fiction rec list #aeor is for lovers #shadowgast #cr fic recs #long fic #fics over 100000 words

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