#just another idea from the fic graveyard

[elentiyawhitethorn]

Hi! How are you? The line you shared in the tag game has me listening 👀 would you like to tell us something more about that wip? Totally okay if not.

Have a nice day/night~~

Hi!!!!! Thanks for asking :)

The line in question:

Aelin chuckled nervously. “I’m sure I’ll be paying you a decent sum. Why bother making your job easy?”

This is a multi-parter I started working on last year and have only added a little bit to since, I can’t promise it’ll ever see the light of day if I don’t get the motivation to continue it, but you can have the current summary for it!!

“Aelin prides herself on being independent. Strong. Unemotional, at times. Until one night changes everything and brings her closer to love than she’s ever gotten before. By pure chance, she meets Rowan, a man she only gets to know for several hours before he’s gone. Before they both go back to their real lives and remember that one night as a special, crazy, bittersweet memory that sometimes feels like a dream. But Aelin wants to do more than remember. Too bad she doesn’t know where Rowan lives. Or what his occupation is. Or his last name…”

[urfavlarry]

I recently got into School bus graveyard and I COMPLETELY understand the hype, idk if im the only who does this... but literally the moment I was done I went to tumblr for fics, but there's like none?? So maybe some dating headcanons for the group!! ^^

Dating Headcanons for the sbg characters

Ashlyn Banner

best person to have a lazy day with tbh

i swear yall would be like “should we go out today” look at each other for 5 seconds and say “nah”

she would teach you some gymnastics and laugh when your just lying there complaining how you aren’t flexible

probably is more of a person that gives you gifts, or gives you a hug in stead of comforting you with words

she would be a bit awkward at first probably

also I don’t think she likes excessive physical touch cuz red confirmed that Ashlyn is autistic but when she gets used to you she would be okay with it but still, don’t go too hard on her

you let her play/stim with your fingers

you’re always there for her when she gets overwhelmed and she loves you so much for that

doesn’t call you that many nicknames probably a short version of your name but if your name is already short then probably just love or babe

if you speak another language she would definitely wanna know some words or learn with you

if it’s your mother language then she would be like “omg how was [your country] like!”

probably is a nerd in some sort of way

anyway probably a great girlfriend to have but only if you aren’t the type to be really really and I mean REALLY extroverted

Taylor Hernández

this girl is such a cutie!!

would plan dates, sleepovers, night outs..

drawing/picnic dates are a must

watching the sunset or sunrise together on the rooftop

calls you cute nicknames like sunshine, mi vida, sugar and that kind of stuff

is very affectionate

cuddles !!

shes the little spoon probably but if you’re feeling down then she will gladly be the big spoon

you would definitely braid her hair if you know how, if you don’t know then there’s another idea for a date! teaching you how to braid hair!

probably isn’t even that awkward at first probably a little bit shy but gets pretty confident later on

the best partner to have if you’re insecure

makes your insecurities disappear in a heartbeat

overall a 11/10 girlfriend !! we love taylor :D

Tyler Hernández

he is probably a tsundere tbh

acting like he doesn’t care but when you are alone he babies you sm

no matter if your bigger then him, stronger, smaller, it doesn’t matter, he babies you no matter what

don’t let the others know tho

isn’t afraid to show you off like girl bffr

holds your hand, has his hand on your waist, kisses you on the forehead, cheek or lips before class starts (even if you are in the same class)

uses nicknames like mi amor, mi reina/mi rey, baby ect.

nicknames with him are endless

movie night is a must

probably would take you to his baseball practice

has a separate album for you only

everyone in the group can tell he’s love sick like he looks at you with heart eyes

a jealous type probably

would beat up anyone and everyone who looks at you the wrong way

he’s probably touch starved and he hides his feelings from you because he just prioritises you over anything

you gotta full on force him to tell you what’s wrong but after a while he opens up to you normally

a 100/10 boyfriend the poor boys been through too much

Logan Fields

gardening dates!!

gives you flowers when you’re sad or just whenever to make your day!

stargazing dates

yapps your ear off about astrology (you let him tho)

calls you nicknames like bunny, hun, love

gives you honest opinions on everything

regrets his choices when you get grumpy afterwards

makes it up to you by cuddling you or kissing your whole face

introduces you to his grandparents

they approved of course because they just trust that he can pick himself a good s/o

hugs from behind!!

reads you a book when you can’t sleep

helps you with your work but doesn’t do it for you (Barron trauma)

best person to seek when you want comfort and or advice

gives you honest advice so if you were in the wrong expect him to tell you lmao

if you listen to music on vinyls or CDs then definitely brings you to a music shop and he will spoil you rotten

loves listening to your music taste no matter what genre it is he just wants to bond with you

he’s such an adorable and amazing boyfriend it mealts my heart !! :D

Aiden Clark

be prepared to patch this boy up every single second of the day

and also getting him out of trouble every single day

he is a wild one for sure

doesn’t mean he’s a bad boyfriend

loves showing you things he learned on his skateboard and he tries to teach you

does that thing where he holds your hands while your on the skateboard, tells you to jump and flips the board for you

that tik tok kind of shi

while on the topic of tik tok, does every silly couple tik tok trend with you lmao

yapps your ear of all day every day

not the best person to ask for advice from but he will hold you until you feel better!

best cuddle buddy

and hug buddy

if you don’t like physical touch then idk if you could have a relationship with him, he will CLING to you as if his life depended on it

loves it when you play with his hair

makes a playlist for you two

calls you nicknames like rockstar, doll, my love, bae, babe

definitely has you saved as “future wife🤭❤️” or “the mother of my kids🥵😍”

he be weird like that

loves to have you in his lap

idk he probably likes you ass sm, not in a sexual way but just lays on it, smacks it, squishes it..

only in private tho

honestly a pretty good boyfriend but he’s more of like your child then boyfriend

Ben Clark

a chill one for sure

hugs, holding hands are a must

listening to music through his headphones how he did with Taylor in that one episode

jealousy scale is um pretty high

you gotta reassure this boy because he’s just scared of loosing you

would fr fight 100 people at once for you if you asked him to

whenever he gets angry, you’re there for him when Aiden can’t and he appreciates that

loves it when you hold his hand and rub circles on the back of it

forehead kisses >>

probably doesn’t give you that many nicknames since he doesn’t speak, either a short version of your name, bae or hun

the best listener ever (not because he doesn’t speak)

when you start to yap and just talk about the most random things he has your back against his chest as he rests his chin on your shoulder

very chill and overall good boyfriend

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Wouldn't you like to see something strange?

HI I know the new Halloween character isn't out yet but I needed an outlet for my excitement (Yes, I am unfortunately a Nightmare Before Christmas girlie) 💀 so please be advised that he may not be in character here, I'm just writing based on vibes! This is technically a twisted!Jack Skellington x Reader fic, but the Reader is basically playing a role similar as Sally from the film.

P.S. I want everyone to know that I busted out my drawing tablet to make this special border for him the same day he was first announced... Yeah...

Boo.

On the nights with full moons, he liked to steal away to the Spiral Hill on the outskirts of town.

The outcrop of land overlooked a vast graveyard and field laden with pumpkins, perfuming the air with the crisp sweetness characteristic of autumn. Beyond it, uncharted territory. When he squinted into the darkness, he could make out the vague shapes of naked trees, their gnarled branches like fingers beckoning him to approach, whispering his name.

He draped his long, lithe legs over the hill, letting them hang in the frigid air. Spindly as he was, the wind easily blew them, knocking his legs around like the straw-stuffed limbs of a scarecrow. He kicked with the breeze, carefree as a child on a playground swing.

The moon stitched his pinstriped suit and tattered cravat with silver thread, touched his pointed crown at its highest points. Even the white ribbons ribbing his jacket and the pattern of bones tugged over his gloves seemed to glow under the celestial light. He liked the view, and the view seemed to like him, too.

Held in his skeletal hand was a single flower. He stroked a silken petal, then slipped another finger under it, plucking the petal free. The wind claimed it, setting it sailing off into the unknown.

He continued. A second, a third. So on and so forth, until the flower was left stripped down and barren, even robbed of its leaves.

He dropped the stem off the hill. The pumpkins below consumed it, and the once lovely flower’s body became one with the patch.

"I figured this is where you were."

He lowered his dark circular lenses. His bright eyes slid to the figure that had approached from behind, on feet so swift they hardly made a sound. They came in with the sweetness of deadly nightshade, the trace of a poisoning committed at midnight. "Not a lethal dose, just enough to knock the doctor out for a few hours," as they always said. "How else would I sneak out to see you?"

Dry, ghostly lips dashed with hatch marks pried into an open smile, both teeth and the gaps between them. Charming, in a crooked sort of way. "My dear. You've come."

You bent down. “If you don't mind, I'd like to join.”

“The spot beside me is always reserved for you.” He patted it, inviting you to take a seat.

"Such a gentleman." You sunk down, folding your hands in your lap. "And so handsome when you're brooding. You're terribly good at that."

He was, he was, especially silhouetted by the moon. The man was practically monochrome, but bathed in silver like this, his pale skin was less sickly and more ethereal. He almost appeared like a cruel angel in the light, descending to expunge evil.

"I'm not brooding," he pouted, "I'm dreaming."

“Dreaming." You reached out and tucked a strand of alabaster hair behind his ear. "Father says it’s a ridiculous, wild thing.”

"Ah, but that's what makes it so much thrilling. Life’s no fun without a good scare.”

His mouth quirked to one side, and his smile became off-kilter--as his ideas often were. "He'll bring us to ruin with his crazy, new-fangled thinking and flights of fancy," your father would complain. But you adored that about the boy. How spontaneous he was, how his curiosity was never-ending. He'd race about like a child, picking items up and sticking his face where it probably shouldn't go.

Full of life in this otherwise lifeless town.

"What's this? What's this?" he'd say. "I must know!"

"He's gone daffy," your father would declare.

"Mmm." You nodded absentmindedly, tracing your fingers along the shell of his ear and down to his arm. "What were you dreaming about today?"

He lifted his head, looking beyond the hill and to the woods. Not a word was exchanged. None had to be.

"The Hinterlands?" you whispered. "But we don't know what's out there. No ghoul or monster has ever ventured out that far."

"Then sounds like I'll be the first! They’ll put me down in the history books as a pioneer." His laughter brightened up the gloomy night. When he quieted, his gaze was solemn—more solemn than you'd ever witnessed him. "... Don't you wonder about what's out there? Stuff that's cold and fluffy and falls from the sky. Things that come in colors we haven't seen."

"Sometimes," you admitted quietly, "but those are just dreams. I don't chase them."

"Maybe you should. We should," he mused, fingers tucked under his chin. "I bet there's all sorts of things we've never even dreamed of, too. And wouldn’t you like to see something strange?”

"I would. I really, really would," you told him in a soothing tone. Trying to reassure him as much as you were yourself. "Let's not doing anything dangerous though. I sense something in the wind—tragedy at hand. I can't shake that feeling that something bad is around the bend if you tread that path."

You gingerly laid your hand over his. Behind tinted lenses, his eyes widened.

"Stay here with me," you begged. "We can be together. Gaze at the stars. Be safe in one another's arms."

“… Sweetness, I would love for nothing more than to have you and to hold you ‘til death do us part.” His voice fluttered like the brush of a falling leaf upon your cheek. He regarded you tenderly, locking his fingers with yours and squeezing. “But you know that’s not the kind of man I am.”

“Yes, you’re every flavor of foolish imaginable,” you replied, pressing your forehead against his, “and I love you for that.”

“As do I.” He brought his icy lips to the back of your hand. A chill spider-walked up your arm, and you shivered.

“Then…”

“That’s why I must depart one day.” He pushed his glasses up. You caught the tragic reflection of your face in his lenses. “Out there… something more awaits us. I’m sure of that. I intend to find it and revive our town, this season that’s gone stale.”

“I won’t stop you if you decide to go,” you murmured. “And I will count the days until you return to me.”

“I knew you’d understand.” His smile—now it was touched with sadness, the knowledge of soon parting ways. “Thank you, dearest.”

He stood slowly, drawing you up with him. Your feet followed, as if pulled along by a puppeteer. How in sync the two of you were, how nicely molded your bodies were to one another’s. Your joy melded under the watchful eye of the moon.

“Shall we share a dance? One for the road,” he crooned. An errant breeze tousled his pallid hair, his tattered coattails—but to you, he was fairest of them all. “Our last dance for a while.”

“Alright, let’s make this one count,” you chuckled, “so I can send you off on your travels with a smile.”

“Excellent 🎵” He slid a hand around your waist, guiding you to lean into him. “Let the merrymaking commence!!”

“Yes…!!”

The midnight waltz began.

He led you, step by step, and you trailed after. Movements easy and effortless, like two intertwining maple leaves, spinning and spiraling. Their partner, the center of their universe.

They danced as if possessed or an enchantment was cast upon their footwear. The moment too sweet, too succulent, to relinquish so soon. They wanted to savor it, indulge in it—and each other.

For never was there a more perfect pair than the Pumpkin King and his consort.

[fl3shm4id3n]

Girl I saw u open requests for spider verse and I ran here right away snsnsknsmsjdndh I'm bad at explaining shit but could you write something for miguel that's like wait i forgot what I was gonna say damn I had a good scenario in my head too well hell never mind just ignore this I think im still tweaking lmao

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴏ'ʜᴀʀᴀ x ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ!(ᴡɪꜰᴇ) ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʏʟᴠᴇʀꜱ- ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ

TW: Angst, Death, grieving, comfort towards the end

A/N: I had a fic idea for Miguel (My beloved), and now I shall write it. I listened to I bet on losing my dogs by Mitski while writing this. I didn't cry, I swear. I hope this was to your liking, I couldn't wait, I had the need to write something.

Masterlist

You had lost everything, your daughter and your husband. You knew that being Spider-Woman had a prize, but you didn't expect for it to be like this. First it was your aunt and now your family was gone. Sometimes you wished that you could of gone back in time in time to save your husband and daughter, but there was no way. The first weeks, you basically slept at the graveyard, on top of there tombstones, you didn't want to part away from them.

For many years you've mourned, you never let yourself fall in love again, your husband was the love of your life and the only man that you'd ever love. You felt as if you were betraying him in a way, you had promised to him that you'd never love anyone else but him and him only. You still had your wedding wing, you'd wear it on your hand and when out on patrol, you never took it off. You also still had his stuff in your room, pretending as if he was still there, you didn't have the heart to give his stuff away to people who needed it, you couldn't do it.

You also kept your daughter's room the same, you left it alone, the only time when you'd move anything was when you'd go to clean off the dust and change the bedsheets. Sometimes you'd go in her room to just look at the stuff she had, you felt as if she was with you the whole time. You'd lay on her bed while hugging her soccer jersey, her first jersey, sometimes you'd cry on the shirt, wishing that she was there, telling you and your husband about her game. Just like your husband's things, you didn't want to give them away. How could you? She was you first baby, your daughter, the one that you carried in your belly for nine months, the one who'd cry when she was hungry or wanted her parents attention, she was yours and Miguel's baby. Gabriella will always and forever be your child. Sometime you wore the little gold bracelet that she owned when she was still a baby, on a necklace, to have something of hers on while on patrol.

That was unexpected, you had ended up in a secret Spider Society with Miles. A boy you began to work with after bumping into one another while trying to stop a mugger, that was when you decided to team up together as a duo. You knew about his identity and he knew about yours. You both had come up with the excuse that you were a lady that was teaching him Spanish since his parents would wonder where he'd wonder off to. It worked his you knew Spanish, it was a different kind of Spanish, but his mother was happy that he was learning it.

You were getting to learn about all the Spider-Men and women, how they were all from different dimensions and what they did in headquarters. Then you got taken to a room, where who you assumed the leader of the whole thing was. As soon as you saw who it was, you nearly fainted. It was the one and only, Miguel O'Hara, your husband, well, not really your husband, but it was him.

"Y/n... is that who I think it is?" Miles whispered to you, then he saw the look off shock in your face, getting the idea that you knew who it was. Miles knew about your past, who your husband and daughter were. When the man turned, his serious face turned to one of shock, just like yours. Gwen was the one to noticed both you and Miguel staring at each other, then she had an idea. "I...um.. I'm going to show Miles around a bit" she excused, then took Miles by the arm, guiding him out and Hobie followed them.

Miguel approached you slowly, seen every inch of you, wanting to see if it was you, his wife, not his particular wife, but you were her. After a bit of staring, he spoke. "You're not my wife.." he said, sadly, then you responded. "You're not my husband.." you said, with tears forming in your eyes. Miguel wanted to hold you in his arm so bad, comfort you and tell you how much he missed you, but he didn't.

You sigh, wiping off your tears. "So... you're spider man.." you said, there was a bit of an awkward silence, then he spoke. "And you're spider woman.." he said, as he reached over and placing a pieced of your hair behind your ear. You couldn't help but ask. "Gabriella... how is she..?" you asked, Miguel almost flinched violently by the question. "She's... gone.." he said, sounding very defeated by his response. You swallowed the lump that had built up on your throat. "You too?" you asked, this time tears had spilled from your eyes.

This made Miguel look at you, he got the memo that Gabriella was also gone in your universe. It hurt, seen that in both his and yours universe your daughter was gone. He sighed, seen that you had began to cry, it was obvious that you had not got over his and Gabriella's death like he was. He come over yours and his daughter's death, it took him a while but eventually he understood that no matter what he did, he could never bring you or his daughter back, but he couldn't help but miss the both of you. It was understandable, you were a wife and a mother, who lost both her husband and first baby. And he was a husband and a father that went through the same thing as you. Then he just went for it.

Miguel then pulled you into a tight hug, you didn't hesitate to hug him back. You buried your face onto his chest, crying, letting out all your sadness. You hugged him tightly was your so called Husband rubbed your back comfortingly. Being in his arms, felt like an eternity, you had forgot the last time you were held by him like this. You began to remember the first time you met, it was raining outside one night, and you had forgot to get an umbrella, then you came across Miguel, who was walking somewhere, who knows, but he saw how drenched you were and had offered you his umbrella. You didn't want to take it since you didn't want him to get soaked, but he insisted until you took it. Then he left, that kind gesture meant a lot. Afterwards you had made it your mission to find him and return his umbrella, it was weeks but you finally manage to find him again, in another rainy day, then the rest was history.

Rainy days had become significant to you an Miguel, since you both met on a rainy day. Every time it would rain, you and your husband would go outside to enjoy the rain, not caring that you both would get sick the next day, it was worth it, if it meant being sick together. Then Gabriella came in, she too would also come with you and Miguel out in the rain. "It's okay Mi amor" he said sweetly, but also sadly. You cried more, it's been years since you've been called that by your husband, he wasn't technically your husband, but he was. No matter what universe you were from, you and Miguel would be husband and wife. And Gabriella your daughter, you'd like to think that maybe in a different universe, you were all alive and living a happy life together.

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[akystaracer22]

Distrust Fall:

A leap of faith gone wrong, an eternal promise kept eternally. No matter how long it has been some things never truly change.

Notes

How to fail a trust fall: Step one

Vaggie's relationship with Adam is very complicated, but at the moment there is a lot of animosity and it shows.

Adam is of the opinion that Sorry doesn’t mean jack shit if you make the mistake again, so he just doesn’t apologise because he thinks he’ll just fuck up again so there’s no point.

The hotel needs a licensed therapist at this point dear lord.

Alastor still isn’t over the whole “Radio is fucking dead” thing.

If there is one thing that Adam knows off by heart, it’s the names of animals scientific or otherwise. That was the guys job once upon a time and assuming he doesn’t know that stuff is the true quickest way to piss him off. He’s also really good with animals which pisses off Anthony because Fat Nuggets *likes* Adam and it drives the sinner up a wall.

Alastor and Lucifer are on the ground. Angel, Husk, Charlie, Vaggie, and Adam are on the roof.

Alastor was going to let him get a cm from the ground before catching him dw.

Lucifer used to be friends with Adam in the garden because I live for that sweet sweet friends to enemies tragedy.

Adam really does not like people staring at his face, it’s a mild form of scopophobia caused by his time in heaven with people always giving him shit for how he looked, particularly his facial features (Yes I drew on everyone calling him ugly and average on twitter and shit). He used the mask to get around it, that way people couldn’t actually see what he looked like.

This was originally 1260 but then I got an idea that blew this out by 500 words lol.

The graveyard with be elaborated on in a future connected one shot.

This is officially a fully fledged AU

Regarding Adam's claws, they're gold to combat the greyness of his palette, but also as a nod to Midas, the arrogant king who's touched turned everything to gold. Angelic blood is also gold so if you want you can interpret it as having blood on his hands.

Fingerless gloves because I thing they're neat.

I based Lucifer's wings off of duck wings!

Also Lucifer's angelic appearance was based on space. I heard Sera call Charlie "Daughter of the Morning Star" and I went feral.

He has a full shifting night sky in his wings, clothes, and hat.

Angels have white pupils now I don't make the rules.

References saved my life.

Word count: 1725

(Comic and fic under the cut! Click for better quality)

@irregular-child

Adam leaned away from the edge as the wind drifted through his wings, keenly aware of the fact that his wings wouldn’t break his fall and he did not in fact trust jack shit in hell to break it except the ground.

“Are we sure this is a good idea?”

“I’m with princess perfect this is a fucking death sentence,” Adam agreed, a little reluctantly because it was still the princess of hell, “You’re trying to fucking kill me.”

Vaggie smirked, because of course she did because she was trying to kill him, he wasn’t that dense, and just shrugged, “I mean, worked for me didn’t it?”

“That wasn’t even a fucking trust fall that was to get you to fucking fly and you know it! Fucking bitch,” The first man scowled and tried to step away from the edge, the crack whore of an arachnid immediately shoving him back up, “Would you fuck off?!”

“Would you stop being a dick?”

“Would you stop sucking them?”

The white jumping spider stared at him for a long moment and Vaggie stepped away from him for once, great! Cool! One person was leaving him alone and soon a second one will!

Great! About fucking time they got the message-

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Lucifer paced nervously around Dazzle’s statue; this was a terrible idea. Having Adam go through a trust fall this early was going to end in disaster one way or another.

The main issue being nobody liked Adam and wouldn’t care if he fell. Hell, Charlies girlfriend has already tried to kill Adam off for good multiple times since he got here!

This was going to be a mess; Alastor was supposed to be catching Adam but he was just standing there looking completely unprepared and-

“Are you going to get ready or not.” Lucifer snapped at the radio demon, wings flicking out behind him in agitation.

“Oh, I have no intention of catching him.”

Lucifer froze, his tail stilling before lashing behind him as he turned on the deer-eared sinner, “What.”

“You heard me.”

“Oh, I heard you alright, and I think you should try that again.”

“And why are you getting so worked up, hm?” The sinner hummed, sneering down at the king, “Last I checked, the first man was your enemy after he tried to kill your own daughter.”

“I-” Lucifer paused, then scowled because Alastor was right. Why was he getting so worked up over this. This was Adam they were talking about. Adam who was crass and rude and cold to everyone. Adam, who would rather sit in his room all day than even look at any of them. Adam who was…

“…Luci, do they all hate me?”

…

“I can see why they left me for you.”

…

“It is good to see you again my friend! Come, much has changed since your last visit!”

… Adam who was so much more than who he was now. Who was probably the only person left in hell that remembered Eden.

Damnit.

“That’s none of your business you son of a bitch,” The fallen angel snapped at the cannibal, eliciting nothing more than a growing grin from the bastard.

Not a day went by in hell where Lucifer wished that this wasn’t his circus and that the sinners weren’t his monkeys.

Someone screamed above him.

The seraphim whipped his head up, eyes widening as he registered Adam twisting the air as he was shoved off the roof by Angel Dust.

Fear struck his heart like an exorcists blade when the first man tried to use his wings to glide, only for a single wing beat to send him into a spiral hurtling towards the ground.

He caught Adams eye for a single moment before it was obscured by his good wing, the man was terrified. He didn’t know sinners reformed after death and despite it all. Lucifer would never wish someone to experience falling from their death after quite literally falling from heaven.

Not even on Adam.

Something in his heart spurred the king into action, kicking off the ground as his wings snapped open to catch the air. A single beat of his wings and he was already well off the ground.

Lucifer reached a hand up for Adam as the fallen angel reached out to him in kind, panic written across both their faces at the idea of a horrible accident.

Lucifer’s wings moved the air one more time and-

“And… you will catch me?”

Lucifer laughed softly, a gentle chiming sound from where he stood behind Gods first man. He was trying to show him a game Lucifer and his kin would play from time to time amongst the spires of heaven.

The game was simple, one angel was to stand up high with their wings folded and fall. Then the other angel was to catch them. It was supposed to build trust, not to mention it was a delight in and of itself.

Standing amongst the grasses of Eden, Lucifer saw no reason not to share this game with Adam. He’s already grown fond of the way that Gods creation would go out of his way to show the angel what he’d been up to since his last visit.

“Be not afraid my friend!” Lucifer’s wings spread quietly to punctuate his point, divine magic threading his words, The Voice ensuring that the first man would hear and believe him.

“No matter how far you fall, I shall always be there to catch you.”

Lucifer wrapped his arms securely around the fallen angel as his wings curled around wing and man alike, bracing himself as the added weight as they both fell together.

It’s funny, it reminded him of when Adam first fell, a fiery ball that could have almost been mistaken as a shooting star had Lucifer not known better.

They hid the ground with a slam and the fallen seraphim had to bite back a shriek as his wings took the brunt of the force. They’d be left aching for a while.

Lucifer grunted as he pushed Adam off of him, sitting up and folding his wings in, allowing them to slip out of existence while they healed, he definitely didn’t want to do that again.

He slowly got to his feet while the first man got his bearings, dusting himself off and rubbing his shoulders to try and alleviate the pain.

“Why the fuck did you save me?”

Lucifer jerked and looked down at Adam from where he was glaring up at him, a note of confusion held carefully in his gaze before it dropped.

“I-”

“Well, isn’t this quite a surprise!”

Lucifer’s expression shot into a scowl as he rounded on the radio demon very blatantly interrupting the moment. The bastard just grinned and stared down at the both of them.

From the corner of his eyes Lucifer noted Adam’s good wing hitching up instinctively to cover his face from the demons gaze before dropping.

Lucifer turned his attention back to the radio demon with a glare that could melt steel, “You were going to let him fall,”

“I was going to do no such thing,”

“You just said-!”

“I said nothing you just assumed I was going to do nothing at all!”

“Listen here you!” Lucifer was just off again by the main doors opening and the other’s all barrelling out at the commotion.

Lost in the sudden onslaught of attention and having to field Alastor’s snarky comments, Anthony’s suggestive remarks, and Charlie’s concern, he didn’t see Adam flee the scene.

It wasn’t until much later that he was able to recognize the first man’s absence, searching the hotel to see if Adam was okay.

He found him at the graveyard, sitting among the many tombstones for the exorcists slain in the battle that caused Adam to fall.

Lucifer paused at the entrance to the burial ground, watching Adam sit there facing away from him for what felt like an eternity.

Despite the dead being gone, the king of hell still felt like the exorcists weapons were pointed at him, a warning that if he made one wrong move they would rise from their graves to protect their leader, to avenge him, to strike Lucifer down in an instant.

The once-angel of the morning star carefully stepped away from the cemetery, making sure he didn’t break the silence. Even if Adam wanted to be disturbed, he wasn’t the right person to do it, not in this place.

Besides, he still had his own thoughts to sort through, like why in the name of the divine he saved Adam when he would have survived regardless. He would have been fine even if he did hit the ground unimpeded so why-

Lucifer grimaced as the answer stuck to him like a parasite, he knew damn well why he saved him. It was the same stupid reason he preened Adams wings for him, the same reason he treats the first man’s wing rot and the exact same reason he made that deal with Adam after he fell.

He was attached.

Stupids horribly foolishly, Lucifer still cared for Adam even after everything.

By the stars he beat Adam within an inch of his life! Adam tried to kill his daughter!

But emotions were hardly logical. They weren’t logical when he fell for Lilith in the garden and taught her and Adam both The Voice, they weren’t logical when he freed Eve, and they weren’t logical now.

Lucifer cared for Adam, even if by all logic he should hate the man.

“Dad?”

Lucifer looked up to meet his daughters eyes, a small smile letting her know he was okay, “Hey there Duckie.”

Charlie’s expression softened at the nickname even if he still looked concerned, “Dad… are you sure you’re okay?”

“If I’m not now, I will be, so stop worrying about little old me Char-char,” Lucifer chuckled, “However… Adams in the graveyard if you want to talk to him, he seems like he needs some company right now.”

He made his exit quickly after that, he knew what Charlie would do, it was in her nature to help people, it was what made her so special.

But Lucifer, he helped people once, and now… he had a new person he could help again.

And he might just know where to start.

[aethon-recs]

Hi! Do you take asks? I really like the idea of a tomarry fanfic with a crazy harry like Bellatrix crazy, maybe even being a follower of Voldemort. If you don't have any recs on this just ignore it. <3

Oh hi, yes, I absolutely love this theme/trope. Give me Harry with the crazy eyes, give me Harry with a vicious grin and blood dripping out from between his teeth, give me a feral little gremlin boy who’s been pushed to his limits — and who then decides to push back.

And then paired with Voldemort? A match made in heaven ♡

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Tomarrymort Recs with Unhinged/Dark Harry

Again and Again by Athy (M, 335k, WIP)

Harry is on his 12th reincarnation of his same old life, and he can’t figure out a way to break the cycle. By now, he’s become a jaded, bitter, and tired wizard who just wants to die. But in this life, he befriends Voldemort and is given a chance to learn how to live.

As Portioned from a Whole by @cannibalinc (E, 24k, WIP)

In which Lord Voldemort undermines the Prophecy and raises the infant Harry Potter as His; in all aspects.

Bitumen by @crowcrowcrowthing (E, 32k, WIP)

Harry finds out the hard way that dementors can’t digest horcruxes. Now separated from his body, his best option is to seek out a similar soul for help, who just so happens to be the Dark Lord Voldemort.

Damaged by @duplicitywrites (E, 26k, WIP)

All his life, Harry has been beaten and bullied—both at home and at school. New student Tom Riddle is handsome, charming, and dangerous. Harry has all the reasons in the world to stay far, far away from him. But he doesn’t. 

Descent into Darkness (part 1) / Breeding Darkness (part 2) by Athy (E, 496k, WIP)

Everyone has abandoned Harry when his name comes out of the Goblet of Fire, and he feels utterly alone. Through an accident, Harry and the piece of Voldemort's soul that resides inside him begin to interact, and Harry slowly begins to change. (Note: this fic and its sequel are no longer available on AO3, but it is possible to still find it via Google.)

From Every Ruin by @officialsporkintheroad (M, 5k, complete)

Harry dies during the final battle with Voldemort, but instead of going back to the battle, he wakes up back in the graveyard in his 4th year. Confused with everything, Harry dies, only to wake up at the graveyard again. And again. And again.

Hell is Your Son from Another Dimension by @wynnefic (T, 28k, complete)

A desperate Order of the Phoenix turns to an alternate dimension to summon a hero who has the power to defeat Voldemort. They do get Harry Potter from another dimension, but it’s not entirely who they expect.

nothing left to lose by @cindle-writes (E, 11k, complete)

After the war, what Harry wants more than anything is Tom’s soul piece back inside of him. He goes to desperate measures to attain it.

Painted in Grey by @louveclaviere (M, 34k, WIP)

In a world where Harry Potter is born a few years after Tom Riddle, he becomes Lord Voldemort's most trusted general.

The Foul (part 1) / The Great (part 2) by @meles-merrivale (M, 24k, complete)

Harry travels back in time — very far back in time — and ends up in the Dark Ages. He confronts the worst combination of immortality, fate, and time travel paradoxes.

The Left Words by authoresswithoutwords (M, 235k, complete)

When Harry starts Hogwarts, he finds out that the “Avada Kedavra” on his left wrist means the Dark Lord Voldemort is his soulmate. He hides the words so that no one can see, but he doesn’t become any less of an outcast.

Uncrowned by OatMilkLatte (M, 104k, WIP)

A war between magic and muggles destroys everything that Harry had ever known and loved. He travels back in time to prevent the war, stopping at nothing to carry out his vengeance.

we who walk in shadows black by @evandarandahalf (M, 4k, complete)

In which Harry Potter is a vicious little gremlin who mysteriously knows too much, and Lord Voldemort adores him for it.

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[nayeliq1]

Another post s2 fic idea that won't let me go. One day after he left for heaven, Crowley suddenly sees Aziraphale in the street and ofc he can't stop himself from going to talk to him. "So you're back, huh. Just checking in, I assume, sure your services are indispensable up there, Mr Supreme Archangel" but Aziraphale just turn to him with a blank expression and goes "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

Heaven pulled another memory wipe on him. Anything concerning himself is gone, who he is, what he likes, who he knows, can't remember anything of what makes him himself. And it just instantly make all the anger and grief Crowley was holding from the rejection vanish bc all of a sudden Aziraphale is here again but he's not really Aziraphale anymore and maybe Crowley can live in a world where Aziraphale left him but he can't imagine living in a world where Aziraphale doesn't exist

So ofc he'll make it his mission to take care of him and try everything to make him remember and get his angel back. And the dread of Aziraphale not knowing him at all is overtaking the pain of Aziraphale rejecting him, and suddenly nothing is more important than taking care of his angel, bc he still IS his angel even if he doesn't remember it, and so Crowley starts on a journey around the world trying to bring Aziraphale back by showing him all the places they had a significant moment together, getting increasingly desperate when it isn't working, but Aziraphale is still as sweet and kind and beautiful as he always has been, and he's smiling at Crowley again (maybe it'd be better if he didn't get his memories back, maybe Crowley could keep him then, make him happy, if he doesn't remember about heaven there's nothing to take him away again- BUT NO NO he can't do that he can't be that selfish he HAS to get the real Aziraphale back even if it means he'll leave again and Crowley will lose him again-)

Meanwhile Aziraphale doesn't know who this stranger is but he's lovely and kind and has the most stunning eyes, and he shows him a beautiful bookshop (smth he'd like to own if he ever were to have a business) and he takes him to Paris and Rome and a graveyard in Scotland, asking him stange questions and always looking at him so hopefully- and Aziraphale would love to make him happy by doing whatever it is this crowley wants from him but he just doesn't know- except there are weird flashes in his mind sometimes, so quick he can't be sure if they're real or not, and it doesn't really matter bc he's quite content just travelling the world with Crowley even not knowing why Crowley is doing it, bc the longer they're together the more aziraphale realizes that this kind grumpy man might just be exactly the kind of person he could find himself falling in love with....

[stardustwritings]

Hi Star, I was wondering if you can write for Leon x Fem reader where the reader and Leon are on mission together to save Ashley during RE4. Leon and reader are in love with each other but they haven't confessed until reader almost dies.

If not that's okay. Have a nice day/night :)

Resident Evil Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader: “You can’t die on me yet!”

Warings: Spoilers for RE4 Remake, Violence, Guns, Drowning, Almost dying.

Pronouns: (She/Her)

A/N: Hi! Thank you so so much for requesting you’re my second request and I’m so excited!! I really really hope you enjoy this fic and I hope to get requests from you in the future. Thank you! Also I’m sorry for the wait, i’ve been so busy. I promise any future requests will not take this long 😭

Running through the graveyard, you and Leon run for the gate just ahead that lead to the church. With a grunt Leon pushed the gate open and then closed as you went ahead to the second gate in front of the door inside. You shook it a couple times trying to get it open.

“Damn it- Leon it’s locked.” You said looking at him over your shoulder. He started to walk up behind you, he had a look in his eyes as he shook his head.

“But of course. Because when would the two of us ever get a break?” He said with a sigh. His comment made you smile slightly. He was correct of course, the two of you haven’t had a break since you’ve got here. The only thing close to one is the time you’ve spent with the merchant, talking and shopping, without him this trip would of been much worse.

“Well… Let’s call Hunnigan. Might be a good idea to update HQ anyway.” You said leaning back against the gate and looking up at the sky. Leon nodded his head at your words.

“You’re probably right…” He breathed out then placed his finger to his ear and called, “Conder One and Robin Two to Roost. The church is sealed up.”

”And Baby Engle?…” ‘Roost’ or Hunnigan asked in reply.

“Negative. We haven’t found her, yet. This place is locked up tighter than knox…” You told her joining the conversation.

“I see. I can think of one reason they’d want to do so.” Said Hunnigan, they could hear light typing from her keyboard through her mic as she spoke.

“So can I. She’s definitely in there. And we’ll find a way in, one way or another. Conder One and Robin Two out.” Leon told the woman before ending the call. You looked at him standing up straight and going to his side.

“Do you really think she’s in there?…” You asked placing a hand on his shoulder. He paused at your touch and looked you in the eyes. His look made you pause in return. You loved his eyes, and his hair and his jokes and his-… Well you loved him.

You met him after the Raccoon City incident , both of you were survivors. How you managed to survive is a different story, but soon after you found yourself working for the government and meeting the blonde in front of you. Training was a nightmare, but having Leon made it so much better.

“(Y/N)?… Did you here me?” Leon asked titling his head as he looked at you. You removed your hand and gave him a nod looking away to the church.

“Yeah sorry- I zoned out a little uh… Let’s find a way inside.” Your voice was hush as you walked to the side of the church following the wall. Leon watched you go for just a moment before following not wanting you to be left alone.

It didn’t take long for you both to found a small room on the side that was unlocked. It wasn’t connected to the main church but there could be clues on how to get in. Looking around for supplies and answers, Leon’s eyes land on a map and a small note.

“This here says that the key is being held in a cave on the lake-“ He said taking it off the wall then looking at you.

“Then we’ll go to the lake. The signs around said it was just through the gate next door. It’s locked but…” Your eyes landed on a trapdoor in the corner of the room. “I think there may be a way around.” Leon walked up and opened it, shining his flashlight down the hole before looking at you.

“Well… Ladies first.” He said giving a half smirk. You playfully rolled your eyes walking up to him.

“Oh why thank you, what a gentleman.” You said walking pass him and starting to climb down the ladder. You faced him as you descended down, he chuckled softly.

“And watch your step too-“ He said as he made his way down after you, “I won’t be able to catch you from up here-“ He told you smiling.

Shaking your head you left the male on the ladder and followed the light at the end of the small cave, it lead to the other side of the gate just next to the church. You unlocked it just in case then looked to Leon.

He nodded his head down the path then started to walk that way, following you looked around at the world around you. If the people here weren’t crazy infected monsters then this would be like a vacation. Thinking about it you’d love to go on a vacation with Leon. You both needed some time together. You- Your happy thoughts were cut off as Leon put an arm over you and held you back as he peaked over a corner.

“Hostiles… Get your gun.” He whispered softly. You ignored the warmth in your cheeks as you nodded getting it ready. Leon took the first shot and the two of you went into battle. And battled and battled and battled. You were just lucky that he was here to have your back. He always is, it’s one of the reasons you loved him so much.

Throughout the whole fight Leon would warn you if someone was behind you, call out whenever something was thrown your way and freed you from anyone who laid their hands on you. You did the same for him. It’s why you were put on this mission together. It’s why they always put you both together, because you work perfectly together.

That work and care got you through the some cliff side area and through the quarry to thankfully, the merchant. The merchant was glad to see you two, welcoming the both of you in from your battles. You and Leon look at each other with a sigh of relief and buy anything that looked important. After saying your goodbyes you both continued forward.

“He’s always there when we need him.” You mumbled as you stepped out. Leon nodded a bit looking at you then smiled a little.

“Yeah I bet you loveee seeing your boyfriend~” He joked laughing a bit as you playfully hit his arm.

“Oh ha ha. Very funny but he’s not my type Leon.” You replied walking up to a fence blocking off a drop. Placing your arms on the railing you look out over the lake as Leon wondered what your type was exactly. “Hey- there’s some people in the water- On a boat.” You called to Leon as he walked over.

The two of you watched as they dumped a body in the water.

“Fuck…” Leon mumbled and then two seconds later the body was eaten by a large creature they only got to see for just a moment. The two of you stood silently knowing what would come next.

“That um… Cave we have to go there is-…there’s a walk way right?…” You were sheepish as you glanced at Leon. All he did was point to the little docking area across from them. “… Great.” You mumbled then sighed. Leon looked down to you and then gently placed a hand on your back.

“Hey… We… got this okay? In and out. As long as we’re careful I’m sure we’ll be fine.” His voice was soft and comforting, he even gave you a soft smile to reassure you. All you did was smile back and gave him a nod as you both started to make your way down to the lake side.

There was a very tiny boat it looked like it could just fit the two of you. Leon smiled and held his hand out to you then gently helped you down into the boat. Afterwards he followed suit, pulling the cord and starting the little engine.You sat in front and he drove the boat to the little building.

Light from the lowing sun made the lake shine, the whole place in a pretty orange glow.

“Hey…” Leon said to get your attention. “I actually want to talk to you about something while we have a moment… I was thinking maybe after all this… You and me could-“ He cut himself off as the boat slowed then came to a stop.

“Did um… Did you do that?” You asked looking over at him as he looked to the engine and shook his head.

“No?…” He said pulling on the cord trying to get it to start once more. You bit your lip, glancing into the dark water then jumping a little as something hit the bottom of the boat.

“Leon- Please for the love of god get it started already.” He could hear the worry in your voice as you held onto the sides of the boat. But Leon was somewhat lost in thought looking around the calm water of the lake. “Leon?”

He was brought to his senses as the lake monster that ate the body moments ago jumped from the water and over the two. Right after it grabbed onto a rope hanging from the boat and started to pull it along with it. “W-Woah-“ You let out falling a little bit into Leon but he kept you up right in a protective hold as you both were pulled. 

“Now what do we do?!?” You asked looking back at Leon. He glanced at the engine then some harpoons on the floor of the boat.

“You shot I drive- Just another mission… We got this.” He said handing you the harpoons. Have you ever used a thrown weapon? No, but it wasn’t like you had much choice. With Leon keeping the two of you away from rocks and anything floating in the water with you, you fought off the monster.

Things were looking great, with the lake filling up with the beasts blood. Bending down to grab another harpoon, the boat was rocked by the creature just enough to throw you from the ship. You fall backwards into the dark cloudy waters with your heart pounding as you try and swim up. Your lungs started to burn, it was like no matter how much you swam you couldn’t reach the top. The last thing you remember was something moving pass you.

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“(Y/N)?… (Y/N) come please? Don’t give out on me now-“ A muffled voice called as you slowly came two. “God please I- I never got to… Damnit… Come please… You can’t die on me yet. I can’t lose you too… Please… I love you so much don’t do this. I didn’t even get to tell you!” The voice continued then you gasped, all of the water in your lungs coming up and out making you gag.

Gasping for air you held your chest trying to get it out. After a moment you took in the world around you. You make it to the little dock you had seen before. By your side was a soggy Leon who pulled you into a tight hug the second he saw you were okay.

“Oh thank god! I thought I lost you.” He said as you gently pat his back to reassure him.

After a second it hit you. You were alone so the voice you heard had to be Leon’s… And what he had said… Your cheeks reddened as you remembered. Did you imagine it? Miss hear? Either way you were going to ask, you needed to know.

“Leon… What um… We’re you saying before I was completely up? I kinda heard a bit…” Your voice was quiet as Leon froze and glanced away for just a moment.

“O-Oh that uh… Damn it well… I almost lost you and I’m not going to risk it happening again without you knowing.” He said moving closer and taking your hands. “I really really love you… So much… I was even going to ask you out on the boat before that monster came. I couldn’t help it- You’re just… You’re just amazing.” He said looking at you like you were the only girl in the whole world.

You blushed and slowly grinned pulling Leon into a tight hug. He loved you! It took you almost dying to find out but he loved you!

“I love you too Leon… I have for a long time now.” You told him softly, your hug was so tight just wanting him close. Leon grinned and hugged you back just as tightly. He was so thankful you felt the same. 💜

(A/N Hi- I’m so sorry for the wait again April is always a busy month for me. Future fics will come faster I promise! In at least at weeks time if I decide to do it!)

[shygirl4991]

The break up

Summary: After so much failure SMG3 is done being in his boyfriends shadow and decides to find his own path.

Tag: Angst, establish relationship, takes place during smg4 trash friends, vent fic

SMG3 was stressed, his business was failing. No matter what he did, people just rolled their eyes at him and walked away from his cafe. Sure he was popular on twitch but that wasn't what he wanted, twitch was another reason to follow in his boyfriends footsteps to be famous like him.His cafe was his own dream something he wanted in life, yet again he chases something he wants only to end in the shadow of his partner.  He sighs, putting his phone down as his boyfriend kicks the door down “Babe! You won't believe what just happened. I got a sponsor from Micheal Jordan. This will be such a boost for my channel!” 

SMG4's voice faded to the background as he stared at the USB in the man's hand, suddenly the words his partner were saying changed “Now with this I can show how much better I am then you, it's okay nothing wrong with being a trophy boyfriend.”  Three growled as he got up smacking the USB out of Fours hand, surprised he took a step back looking at his love “The hell was that Three?” Three was shaking as the voice in his head reminded him of their past. How SMG4 acted so smug in school with his high grades, how he ruined everything for him when he was close to reaching fame and love. He glares at the man wondering why he even thought dating was the smart idea, for all he knows this was another trick, some kind of secret plan that Four had to hurt him just like he has after all these years. “Im…done,” he whispers, confusing Four “What?” Three looks up with tears in his eyes “I'M DONE WITH YOU! LEAVE MY LIFE AND NEVER RETURN! I DON'T LOVE YOU I NEVER DID!” SMG4 stared at Three in shock, his own eyes watering “Wha…why are you saying this…after everything we have been through?”  Three lets out a bitter chuckle “You mean how you always been better at things then me…leaving me in your dust as the world forgets me heh..why would i want to date someone like that.” Four shakes his head as he reaches for Three. He brushes Four away, staring at his phone that showed a picture of them kissing, crying, he turns away from SMG4. He won't let himself be tricked and hurt again. He snaps his fingers then grabs Eggdog leaving for the internet graveyard, a place where forgotten dead memes go to live and funny enough his home. Maybe he was always destined to be forgotten  and abandoned. Weeks passed since the break up, no one has seen or heard from SMG3 leaving Four alone to protect his home from gods and other creatures trying to kill them all. SMG1 and two attempted to bring the other guardian back only to learn the internet graveyard woods was protecting the man, changing the path to make it impossible to find him. Over time they gave up and everyone just accepted they would never see the man again, Four kept busy never stopping his work so he can never think about the cold he felt in his heart the day SMG3 disappeared. 

[brothebro]

Any dp/dc fic recs?

of course! Honestly, i love so many of them and I'll try to include as many as i can in my list here! The Undead Lockpicking series by Milaley: In which Danny has a lockpicking youtube channel and he lockpicks the Watchtower. Hilarious, excellent 10/10

The Bat Trap by Threee: Honestly a good ol twin switcheroo with many funny moments but also a lot of delicious angst! (a Damian & Danny twins au) Just, chef's kiss!

GLXY:PSSNGR by socraticat: Danny takes the place of his alternate universe self who lives with vlad in Gotham after vlad killed his parents. Muchas angst, lots of worldbuilding and fantastic action!

A second life by Die_Erlkonigin6083:Kid Danny who has memories from a past life and currently is Dick Grayson's clone baby (and a bunch of others but mostly Dick's) Adorable 100/10 recommend>

lex luthor's ascent from supervillainy to fatherhood by halfagone (milkywxy): Epic. Dad!Lex and and dimensional travel son!Danny. Sweet and super well-executed Cass/Danny. 10/10 i need to catch up with the latest chappies but it's so freaking good I am aaaaaa

Rooftop Express by EmeraldsAndAmethyst: Danny/Jason. Awesome af. Crime lord Jason ftw! Danny is a (supernatural)delivery boy and professional enigma in Gotham

Our Empty Graves by suomifae: Hazmat Suit, no one knows au! Danny/Jason in which Danny finds himself helping out in Jason's gang. Very cool story building, ideas and execution. Im literally screaming in every chapter. so so good!

bloodlines by halfagone (milkywxy): Danny is Diana's and Bruce's son. He of course doesn't know that. There's a prophesy involved that says Danny will end the world, Diana finds out accidentally about it and finds out she has a son (memory wipe shenanigans) and GOSH. There's so much awesome stuff happening and it's a pleasure to see them piece together the facts. 10/10 Diana rocks

Summons by DizzlyPuzzled: Ghost king Danny in which because he's underage his father gets summoned in his stead. Bruce would very much like to know why he keeps getting yote through summoning circles. Just the right amount of funny, family fluff and angst.

If You Give a Bat a Burger by Cielle_Noire: BOI I HAVE NO WORDS. the plot in this is thiccc and juicy and delicious and the mystery is the cherry on top! Danny lives in Gotham, does some ghostly sigil stuff around to protect Gothamites from bad ghosts, it backfires, we don't know why. Red duck candles are involved. The Batkids are chaos. and im here eating popcorn because it's all super entertaining to watch unfold. 100/10 jessica's duck candle

Friendly neighborhood vigilante by Elizabehta_Beilschmidt: Jazz/Jason THE FIC. honestly one of the best Anger Management fics i've ever read. Love the way Communication between partners is portrayed here and how they overcome the hurdles despite the shitshow that is both their lives (affectionate). 10/10 would read again

Danny Fenton: Dead and Loving It by HyperKid: You need an ao3 account for this one, go go go go make one because it's super worth it! Jason/Danny. They meet at the graveyard, your honour! They actively mess with Bruce and the rest of the Batkids! Gala Shenanigans! What else can i say? Go read!

Worm Off the String by TourettesDog: I am licherally dying of laughter. Peak comedy. Danny/Tim ft little baby man Danny who Tim thinks is Danny's weird af pet. Honestly, so GOOD. 100/10 comedy gold.

Press Heart to Subscribe by Die_Erlkonigin6083: A Danny/Damian fic in which Danny is a streamer and Damian watches his stream. Super cute, well executed, 100/10 sweetness scale

Imprint by Hashtag_DriveBy: Babes i dunno what to tell you. I've done fanart of this fic. De-aged baby Danny and DadHood. Human-ish Fright Knight and Excellent friend Roy. Guys seriously. SO SO SO SO GOOD. 100/10 I wanna see the kid reveal to the batfam and am vibrating out of existence imagining scenarios. - There are more but I can't possibly list them all in one go, I'll make another fic rec list later 💙

[zo3mess]

This Is Not A Love Story

Summary: Adrian visits the grave of an "old friend" and tries to come to terms with her death. They say time heals all wounds; does it count even to those who caused them?

Warnings: Dead dove, do not eat. Angst, death of fem!character (not necessarily a reader), strangulation, violence, religious themes, pre-canon timeline

Italics are past events/memories

Word count: 2.8K

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Note: Just to be clear I don’t see Adrian acting like that, however his overall character has the potential for these kinds of stories. After all, he canonically enjoys killing criminals and called himself and Peacemaker “Born killers” (only killing bad guys, usually, unless there’s a mistake), plus he’s obsessive and impulsive. Also I cried while writing this at some point (blame it on my period) so with all due respect I hope this will make you miserable at least a little.

Thank you all who support my work and I’m sorry if this was a bit too much. Have a great day, loves <3

It had started as a love story.

That is what Adrian is sure of. The only memory he truly trusts, sitting in his mind and reminding him of the time, all those years back. It started as a pure and innocent crush. The intertwining of two grieving souls in the graveyard.

The same graveyard he is walking to now. Feet are heavy, knees threatening to give up under him, shaking hand grasping two white lilies. He doesn’t remember the last time he was this scared.

This place always brought some sort of weird comfort to him. It brought peace whenever he visited the grave of his family. Solace of not being the only one drowning in grief and sadness. Now? A place of sheer horror and guilt.

The truth is he has no idea why he’s walking to the place that haunts him in sleep, for some reason today feels right to dig up skeletons from the closet.

Adrian was standing above his family’s grave, candle already burning, fresh flowers decorating the sad grey tombstone, however, his attention was somewhere else. A girl, around his age, sitting down next to the newer grave not too far from him.

She was talking and even though he could not hear her, sadness was visible on her face. Her perfect face, cheeks all red from the cold autumn wind that was also messing her hair in the most flawless way.

A little smile appeared with one-sided farewell when she was leaving. But the silhouette would not leave Adrian’s mind for a while.

His mind carried another lovely memory of her standing so elegantly under the black umbrella in heavy rain. A few stray raindrops shimmered on her skin and dropped on her coat. Hair stuck to her face and wet eyelashes completed the soft look. He found out she was talking to the grave of her father. They must have been very close.

Each time Adrian saw her smiling more and more, dealing with the death of her close relative, he was more certain she was an angel on Earth, a holy figure sent to torture him with her charm. Perfect. Untouchable.

If only she looked behind her to see Adrian standing next to his family’s grave and thought the same about him. So close, yet so far. If only she would listen to his hasty love confessions and sweet words. He would have been on his knees the second she asked, he would grovel in dirt for one smile just for him.

Legs carry him mindlessly, a habit of his late visits to bring fresh flowers and dust off Chase’s grave located far away from the entrance. Burly willow throwing cooling shade on the final resting place.

Adrian tried to go there many times before, but he was not able to stay for long. A ghost of the poor girl was haunting the place. Even now he can see her figure float around the majestic tree, a place where she died.

He isn’t sure if the specter is just his mind playing tricks on him and not letting him forget his heinous act or if she was, in fact, a real ghost haunting him for what he did. Either way it worked. Since that night he tries to be better, to do good, albeit in his own twisted way, but he tries to become the person she deserved to meet all those years back.

The lump in his throat is so unpleasant, his head starts to hurt and ringing in his ears gets louder. Is that another trick from his body to remind him he shouldn’t be here or is there something supernatural about it? Adrian is basically vibrating out of his skin and his hands are destroying stems of perfectly picked flowers with their tight hold. Until…

Silence.

Everything falls quiet when he arrives at the crest of her grave. Tombstone from light marble, a plenty of bouquets playing in all colors and plush toys all around. How ironic of a grave to be so lively.

His simple white lilies suddenly look like nothing, but he must lay them down between the rest. She deserves them and all the other flowers in the world, as well as stars and anything else she would have thought of. If only he could bring her all those things.

Between tributes, rose petals and burned-out candles there lays a photo in frame with engraved words ‘We miss you’. And no matter how hard Adrian tries not to cry, his throat starts to burn and eyes swell upon seeing her smiling among her friends on the picture.

He isn’t one of them, he never was and never would have been. The fact he is just standing there and sniffling above the grave of someone he snatched away was outrageous. He shouldn't have come there.

But after all, if the girl hasn’t come to the cemetery when she shouldn’t have, maybe it would be different.

Adrian started to leave notes on the grave of her father, it was with good intention, but could be easily interpreted as something menacing. He knew firsthand how dangerous people can be and all he wanted for her was to be safe and sound. So why not remind her of few tips to keep herself protected?

Notes like: ‘Don’t forget to look your backdoors’ or ‘check the backseat of your car’. He saw them as simple warnings, what he didn’t see was the reaction she had to them. Sudden notes sticked to the grave, messy handwriting, almost weekly occurrence, it all freaked her out and sent child down her spine, but she didn’t want to stop coming to the grave of dear parent despite being sure someone was watching her.

And few days before New Year’s Adrian heard his girl talk to her dead father again, promising she will visit him two days after the celebration of New Year. Two days. It gave Adrian the kick he needed to actually walk out of his home and watch the fireworks as he walked to the cemetery that fateful night.

Smell of gunpowder and smoke filled his lungs when he stood above the grave of girl’s father in the dark. He was preparing to plaster another note on the tombstone, but the tape kept latching on his gloves. All too focused on his task he didn’t notice the soft crunching of snow that got closer and closer.

“So it’s you who keeps bothering me!” A yelp made Adrian stop what he was doing in surprise. And the source? His beautiful angel. All pampered up in a nice dress, on her way to New Year’s party, but unexpected sadness made her stop there on her way to celebrations.

She shouldn’t be here. She wasn’t supposed to be here… Was all he could think of. “I can explain-“

“I’m calling the police. You’ve been stalking me for weeks!” She didn’t even let him finish before flipping out her phone and dialing number with her already cold fingers.

Adrian took step closer to her on instinct, but she immediately took a step back to keep the distance with a warning look, her finger just hovering over the call icon. He slowly inched closer again, his hands up in defense, he already knew he lost her when she took another two steps back.

They kept dancing around each other with caution until she tripped over one of the graves nearby, making her topple to the ground. Adrian moved quickly to catch her, but failed miserably and fell on top of her. Or more like launched at her.

“Get off me, you freak!” She screamed in fear, making their ears ring. A stranger that possibly stalked her was suddenly pinning her to the ground while her phone drowned in the snow out of her reach, of course she was afraid.

Freak. She saw him as a freak, but it still could be undone, no? Adrian could still explain his weird behavior and the sudden ambush. She just needed to calm down and stop screaming. Oh God, she needed to stop screaming before someone might have noticed hem.

Terror in her eyes made his heart skip, she shouldn’t be afraid of him, of course not. His hands cupped her cheeks, the scratchy material of his gloves made her shiver even more. Adrian just wanted to calm her down, make her look into his eyes shining in the darkness of the dawn so she could see he had no bad intentions.

At least he thought he didn’t have any bad intentions.

She wriggled underneath him, desperate to run away. Couldn’t his love see that all of this was just a misunderstanding? That they were made for each other?

He had no idea why he did what he did then. He just knew she needed to be quiet. Hands sliding down her face to her lovely neck. Fingers stretching around it so perfectly. Flickering eyes, dilated pupils, following the movement. He could feel her windpipe already struggling to take in the much-needed oxygen.

She did not even scream anymore, only quiet sobs filled the night air. Eyes puffy and red, pleading for mercy. Something he could not grant her, too busy being drunk on power.

Grip tightening…

Tightening…

What happened next was a blur. Not a single reasonable thought. Heat of the moment clouding mind and body.

And yet, certain details etched in his memory; how fast his heart was beating, the buzzing of blood coursing through her neck under his fingers, smaller hands scratching onto him, gurgling sounds and most importantly her eyes…

Fading light as the hope dropped, as life left her with one last breath.

His grip loosened the second realization hit him what he’d done, and sheer panic took hold, paralyzing him on the spot.

He wanted to be a part of her life, the same as she would be part of his. Never in a million years he wanted to take her life. But his twisted mind was filled with brutish greed, the urge to take and never give back.

And he did. He took away the wings from his angel. Becoming the very predator he warned her about.

“I haven’t seen you here before,” Raspy voice makes Adrian twitch in surprise. An older lady appears next to him like a ghost. “Old friend?”

“You could say that.” Calling himself a friend was more than cruel. He wishes he was a friend, not a stranger with uncontrollable impulses. A friend she would spend the celebrations with. She could have danced the night away with him, cooled his heated face with a cold glass full of whiskey, and maybe even given a New Year’s kiss for good luck.

He wishes he wasn’t so stupid and walked away when he had the chance. But the recklessness and certain buried predatory instincts were stronger than any logic.

“She was such a kind girl. Always helped me with groceries, fed my cats while I was gone…” Her voice dies at the end as grief overcomes her once again. Her quiet sniffling makes Adrian look at her. Understanding of the situation getting clearer. His hands took away not just a girl visiting the graveyard. She had a life, a job, a family, friends. He took that all away.

All that was left were eerie reminders afterward. An empty coffee mug sitting in the sink with the imprint of her lipstick still sticky, an unmade bed hopelessly waiting for the owner to fall into the soft sheets, an abandoned work project open on her computer at work, a barista in a café expecting the regular customer that orders Americano with two sugars.

“Would you believe they never found her killer? Whoever did this should rot in Hell.” The spite in the old lady’s voice is close to unbearable to Adrian’s ears, but deep down he knows it’s right.

“Yeah, they should.” He can’t say more or less. He should suffer, he wishes he would suffer more for her death. Because the punishment never came except for his own remorse.

Days after Adrian rotted in bed, shielded from the world, patiently waiting for the police to knock on his door. They never came for him.

Every hour, every minute he kept checking the news about the hideous murder. Poor girl never lived long enough to see the fireworks firing at midnight.

Tears were streaming down his face and wetting the sheets, skin on his arms was scratched from attempts to punish himself for what he did. Oh, and those thoughts swimming in his head and voices screaming and accusing him. The feeling of emptiness deepened with the realization of slight pleasure. Certain good feelings rose in him when he held her neck, the feeling of power, it disgusted him even more now it was over.

Part of him wanted to walk to the police precinct and give himself up, the fear controlling the other part was stronger. He was no better than any criminal he beats up under the veil of darknesst, what had he become? Secretly he hoped for a death late at night, he would gladly let the ghost of the girl come and strangle him in return. Her cold hands and deadly stare would be more than welcome. But ghosts don’t come back for revenge, so he just waited… Penance never arrived.

What’s the use of wielding the swords of justice, when you’re unable to execute the verdict when time calls?

Seconds, minutes pass as he stands between the graves, completely ignoring everything around him, just staring on the grave as sun beams bounce of all the glass candles and laminated photos of better times.

But there’s still one last stop before he can leave and never come back ever again, or at least until he’s brave enough to face actions of his past.

The chapel… Still as brightly as he remembers and still fear infusing and scary.

The air is still soaked with mold and the age of wooden benches. All cold and unpersonal. No one is there except for an old man sitting in the front, muttering prayers under his breath that are echoing through the big hall.

Adrian sits at the very back, as close as he can to the exit so he can sprint off the second his mind shows him the painful memory. He left her there, right by the altar in the middle and he is sure he will be reminded of it by his own brain. It’s like part of him wants to push him around while the other is screaming for help. He never thought of himself as schizophrenic or to have split personality, but this is quite close to madness.

Adrian couldn’t leave her laying in coldness of the snow. Maybe she just fell into a shock and some warmth would wake her up, right?

He dragged her body all the way to the small building, imitating a chapel. Stale air and dark corners accompanied his course. Deep down he knew it was too late to save her, but the panic seeping through him pushed him to try to wake her up. He called her name, stroked her cheeks before lightly slapping them, shook her body, all with no avail.

His warm tears dripping down on her lifeless stare, even though there was no light behind her eyes, they were shooting daggers right through him. Calling out his true nature. The monster in his soul.

Sparks from fireworks outside lightened the room from time to time, making the stained glass shine and flicker. The window pictured Pietà, Virgin Mary cradling the body of Jesus Christ. She lost her loved one to the hands of  jealousy and chase for power and riches.

And under them, under the holy picture, was Adrian cradling the cold body of his loved one. But unlike the sacred picture above, they weren’t holy, there was no story of greatness to come, this was just a tragedy. And not every loss is the same.

Then he just left her there. Fragile body leaning against the altar, dead eyes staring ahead of her, watching Adrian leave through the heavy wooden doors.

Leaving her alone forever.

Leaving her until morning when early birds already come begging for forgiveness for the sins of the celebratory night. Until half drunken people find themselves in front of a dead body in the chapel and with piercing scream they alert everyone else to come and see the gruesome sight of the warm morning that melted snow and bared secrets.

It’s a strong déjà vu for Adrian. He walks in the same steps through the corridor of the chapel, out and under the early spring sun, back to his car. Where he just sits and stares to space. Everything is still so painful, it stings his heart.

Maybe in another life it ended all differently. In alternative reality they got their happy ending and lived happily ever after, or at least an ending where she continued to live her life without ever meeting Adrian.

There’s still hope he will be forgiven. By God, by the world, by her, by the soul chained to him as a painful reminder. But not now.

He knows he doesn’t deserve it yet.

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Do any of the stories you’ve published use recycled ideas from old story concepts that didn’t get written or posted? (Or maybe even that did, I’m not a fucken cop and you can do what you want forever)

YUP.

I regularly recycle stuff that I couldn't use in a story for one reason or another. A lot of my Inquisition fic was cannibalized from a "novel" that I wrote that when I looked at it after it was done, I was like "this is just DA fanfic but dumber for every place I tried to hide that it was DA". So I pulled out the good bits and repurposed them in Tearing Down the Heavens.

But any time I can't use a scene or bit of dialogue I save it in a graveyard, and there's a lot of times I'll pull from the graveyard and adapt what I find in there to work in a current story. You can and should kill your darlings, but with necromancy they never have to stay dead. ;)

There's also a bunch of little scenes written for fandoms that I never got quite enough cobbled together to write a full fic for. I've only once been able to pull it out as a characters study like i did with The One Constant as a Caduceus Clay (Critical Role campaign 2) introspective. But often I'll come back to these to repurpose into stories that I *do* have enough to write for, so that the words live on.

More frequently I develop an OC of some kind, write a bit for them, and then store them in the cupboard until I have a story that feels right for them. The concept I have for my Rook has been a character concept I've had for a long time that never quite found a permanent home. Bailey from Unlucky was originally Bryce in Tearing Down the Heavens, although now they've both branched off and become very distinct and separate. I've got a character concept I made for BG3 that will eventually find their way into a different story since BG3 didn't hold my attention enough for fic. lol and some of you (@miliabyntite) are about to find out that I can become as obsessed with your OCs as I do my own or canon characters (everybody go read Volatile right now because Mag WILL be featured in my DA series at some point, and don't worry if you have no knowledge of ESO lore because neither do I and I'm still having a blast). I love taking characters and putting them in a new setting to figure out how they change and how they stay the same. :) Re-contextualization is fun. :)

So yeah, I repurpose stuff and reuse it all the time. Sometimes I make scenes or characters that just don't fit in *that* plot, but words is words, and you'll always find a way to reuse them later if you're patient enough.

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𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀: 𝐋𝐢𝐳

@avengers-resident-idiot

From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

About a 3 I think, I hav𖤓 liz 𖤓en’t written anything in a while because I’ve been busy with work and school. I struggle with actually finishing anything, I swear my drafts is a graveyard of WIPs. Once I get done with my finals I plan to actually try and sit down and actually write a fic or at the very least headcanons

2. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

I feel like my writing is very self indulgent, I fantasize for literal days or weeks about what I personally would want to happen and imagine myself as the reader in the fic and just run with it. I have tried a few times to write an idea that a friend gives me and I just struggle cause I get stuck in my own head wondering if I’m writing it how they personally would want it.

3. Are there any writers that inspire you?

Literally everybody in the server, the fact that y'all are so imaginative and are so motivated to write fics on a consistent basis never fails to amaze me, I am on my knees begging for a crumb of the kind of motivation y’all got. 

4. What’s the fic you’re most proud of? 

Honestly probably the very first fic I ever wrote, which was a Zayn Malik fanfiction (I was a HUGE One Direction fan…honestly I still am). It was terrible, and so ridiculously cringey but to middle school me, I was the next Shakespeare  and was just proud that I actually wrote something and put it on the internet for the world to see and I regret nothing. 

5. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write and which do you find most difficult to write? 

The easiest is probably Peter Parker cause he’s such a sassy little shit and I love him. The hardest is probably Dr. Spencer Reid, I’ve tried before and I just can’t get his mannerisms right. 

6. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

I feel like my most of my wips are friends to lovers with misunderstandings galore 

7. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about!

I’ve been planning this fic out in my head for the past month, idk for sure what I’m gonna call it, but it’s gonna be an Evan “Buck” Buckley x reader fic, I’m considering adding Eddie Diaz into the mix cause honestly it’s what we deserve. Basically the reader is going to open up a bakery across from the fire station and our lovely firefighters can’t resist the smell of warm bread and coffee in the morning so they go and meet Reader (considering giving her a nickname) who is dancing to 80’s music and may or may not be covered in flour, and from there hijinks, first dates, and love confessions ensue. 

8. First fandom you ever wrote for?

One Direction and I regret nothing

9. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

Ooo  misunderstandings that can be easily resolved if they JUST TALK, found family tropes almost always make me cry, fake dating never fails to make me laugh because the characters never think it through and I love that for them with that being said idiots to lovers is another big one, especially if they share exactly one brain cell. 

10. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

Probably anything dark, nothing wrong with dark fics, I just don’t think I’d ever be able to write a dark fic well enough where it was actually understandable or good for that matter.

11. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

Another One Direction fanfiction, but this time Liam Payne, it's since been deleted but basically gang leader!Liam and the reader were highschool sweethearts and broke up cause Liam betrayed her, if i remember right he gets her brother arrested? Years later she comes back to town and is part of an all girls gang and Liam's gang (One Direction) start fighting over territory, there were drunken confessions, a secret child, and attempted kidnappings and literally every other chapter one of them almost died. Middle school me was very proud of it.

12. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

Steve Rogers x innocent!reader, knight!Bucky x princess!Reader, Evan “Buck” Buckley x reader

13. Do you listen to anything while you write?

Yes, I have so many playlists, everytime I get an idea for a fic I run to Spotify and immediately create a new one and add songs that fit the vibe I’m going for, doesn’t matter what genre or language so long as I think it fits it gets added to the playlist.

14. One-shots or multi-chaptered works?

Definitely both, I am not picky whatsoever. 

15. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

Omg yes, I honestly think this is part of the reason it’s so hard for me to finish writing anything. The second I get a new idea for a fic I start imagining all sorts of different scenarios I could put them in like trips to the zoo, grocery shopping or like the same scenes from the fic, but from another character's point of view. Even if it’s not going to be part of the fic I imagine what the proposal would be like, what their vows would be, or how they'd react to their first child being born. My mind goes a hundred miles a minute when I get a new idea, but the second I sit down to write it out poof all the ideas are gone.

16. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

Honestly smut. There are so many talented writers out there who do a great job at writing smut, but whenever I try it just comes out to stiff and doesn’t sound write, so I always end up deleting it 

17. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

I was once told I was very good at descriptions, they said they could picture the night sky in their mind and it was like they were there. 

18. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

Eh not really, I usually stick to fluff, humor and slight angst, I want to try step out of my comfort zone by writing smut, but it’ll be a while before I post anything 

19. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

Oh my gosh how could I possibly choose, most of the time it just depends what kind of mood I’m in but lately it’s been tooth-rotting fluffy with a tiny bit of angst mixed in

20. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

At this point in time I do not have any oc’s, but I’m considering creating one for my Evan “Buck” Buckley fic. 

21. If you could enter the universe of any one of your fics, which would it be and why?

Probably my WIP Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Reader because who wouldn’t want to be protected by an extremely handsome Bucky who acts like you're a nuisance, but would do anything to protect you no questions asked if ever necessary?? And also I just love the idea of running down a castle hallway at night wearing a floor length ball gown.

22. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

Just that my process involves creating the perfect playlist for that specific fic and tons of daydreaming, and while it may take me a long time to finally finish writing, I’m always excited to share it and get feedback!

23. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of. 

This is from my knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!reader wip                            

“Do you think I am inadequate because I am a female, my Lord? Is that what you’re saying? You think that I am unfit to rule because I'm a little emotional right now?  Well you’re right, I am a little emotional right now. From the moment I was born, it was known that I, and I alone, would be next in line to assume the throne. My entire life was spent preparing for the moment that my reign would begin and I intend to use all the knowledge my father, may God rest his soul, taught me.  Just two weeks ago I watched as they lowered my father’s cold, dead body into the ground and not a week later a crown was placed atop my head…. a crown I thought my father would be giving me.  I am emotional because right now at this very moment there are rebels out there, only God knows where, hatching plans to storm this castle! This castle has stood here for 300 hundred years and I intend for it to stand for many more. I refuse to let the rebels take my country and everything that my family has worked for.  Now, we have much more pressing matters to deal with than your fragile egos, don’t you think my Lords?”

24. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

Have fun with writing! Don’t worry about whether or not the idea you want to write has been written before because it most definitely has been, but it’s never been written by you! 

I’m excited to finally be done with my classes and I hope to to write more and post my fics throughout the summer! 

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Let’s Make a Deal

Synopsis: Let's go back a moment, how exactly did Adam end up joining the hotel? And how was the graveyard created? Lucifer makes a deal with Adam, but not for what Lucifer thought it would be.

Notes:

I’m feeding you Papa Adam fans. This one’s for you.

So… remember how I mentioned Lucifer catching Adam back in Distrust Fall?

As Adams getting dressed, he’s resolutely not processing the fact that he fell and more thinking over the events before he died. Which leads to him remembering the dead exorcists.

Here’s how Adam fell: He broke the first commandment! “You shall have no other gods before Me” and in doing so landed earned Gods ire. Combining that with Sir Pentious’ redemption, Adam was pulled from death and fell to hell.

It’s so fucking funny to write this being used to Lucifer and Adam being on good terms because I have to step back and say, “Okay but now they fucking hate each other with an undertone of romantic tension and desperation and what ifs.”

I’ve had this idea FOR FUCKING AGES.

Word Count: 1640

Fic under cut!

Lucifer was falling.

Unsurprisingly, it hurt a lot less than last time, especially since he wasn’t the one burning.

When Nifty mentioned a shooting star, his blood had frozen as he threw the window open to see the falling angel.

Hell never had stars to fall.

He’d taken off from the hotel, shooting through the sky to try and catch the fallen, partially to keep Pentagram city from being destroyed by the force of the fall, but mostly to try and lessen the pain of the impact.

He didn’t want another to fall like he had.

The burning agony magnified by the brimstone’s crushing hug.

If nothing else, he could stop that.

The fallen morning star threw out his magic, forcing it against gravity as he twisted the two of them, so he was on top, spreading his wings to catch the air. He couldn’t make out the details of the fallen angel under the blaze of hellfire, but it was definitely a man.

Disappointing, in another life it could have been Adam.

The king shut the thought down immediately, Adam was dead and for good reason, that wasn’t something to even begin to address when there were bigger issues.

He was able to change their trajectory, bringing them closer to the land surrounding the hotel. It was still ruined after the battle, which made it a perfect crash-land site.

The landing, while not graceful, was definitely softer than it would have been otherwise. Lucifer shoved the man to the ground immediately, stepping back and using his magic to mend his own mostly wrecked clothing as the brimstone and volcanic rock devoured the unholy flames and completed the fall.

The first thing Lucifer could see was the wings, great broad things that should carry the angel well, yet the king only wanted to throw up staring at the left wing. It was in ruin, most of his secondaries and half his primaries were gone. The smell of burning feathers left Lucifer wanting to gag. What the fuck. What the fuck did this man do to deserve that.

His eyes drifted down towards the angels face, and suddenly Lucifer could guess what the angel did to deserve his fate.

His horns curled over his head in a hauntingly familiar way, the tips streaked with gold. Shards of horn dotted his cheeks and decorated the base of his horns. Ash grey hair that used to be brown so long ago. His skin colour reduced to monochrome grey that would have never hinted to once being tan. The angels hands were dipped in that same golden colour of his horns, Lucifer could laugh at the irony.

Of course, Adam’s hands would be coloured the same gold of the angels who died under his command. And of fucking course he’d somehow manage to find a way to cheat death.

Lucifer stepped back and narrowed his eyes into a sharp glare as Adam groaned and came to, watching his wings twitch in pain as he struggled into a kneeling position, he didn’t see Lucifer yet, that much he was sure of.

The king just watched Adam catch his breath for a few moments before clearing his throat, grinning at the way Adam froze before scrambling to his feet. His wings moving despite the pain in an attempt to obscure Adam’s bare body.

“What the fuck.”

“Wow, is that how you greet the person who just saved you?”

“Fuck you!”

“Careful,” Lucifer bit out, his tail lashing behind him, “Remember who’s realm your in.”

Surprisingly, Adam seemed to have enough braincells to realise that picking a fight with the literal king of hell after just having fallen wasn’t the best idea and held his tongue for once.

Lucifer’s eyes raked over Adam’s form, noting the way Adam’s feathers bristled as the king’s eyes roamed. Huh…

Oh.

“Get dressed, Being naked isn’t exactly a good thing nowadays,” Lucifer summoned some clothes that should fit the first man and threw them at the fallen angel. Keeping him in his peripheral as the man quickly got dressed.

“Alright now get the fuck out of here, I can’t have you around here when Charlie gets down here.”

“Wait-”

“I’ll even be kind and I won’t tell deer boy you’re traipsing around hell now! He’s still angry about losing to you, good job by the way-”

“Lucifer!” The seraphim turned back to Adam who was standing with his wings spread, chest heaving at using energy he didn’t have for the outburst, “I’m not fucking leaving.”

“Oh no you don’t have a choice on the matter after what you did!” Lucifer snarled, wings flaring out in his own display to match Adams, “Get the fuck out of here before I make you.”

Adam froze up, his wings folding slightly under his hesitation which gave the king confidence. The first man was going to turn tail like the cowardly sack of shit he was. He turned around, satisfied that Adam wouldn’t be a bother for at least a little while.

“How about a deal.”

Lucifer paused before whipping around to stare at Adam, who stood his ground and held his head high despite the weight of his words.

“What.”

“You fucking heard me; I know you fuckers like making deals. So, let’s make a deal.”

“Oh, I heard you, but what could you possibly give me that I-”

“Whatever you want. Even my soul I don’t give a fucking shit,” Adam spat, “Whatever it takes to get you to take this deal.”

Lucifer paused, shocked by the audacity but intrigued nonetheless, “And what exactly do you want? Protection? Supplies?”

It wouldn’t matter anyway; not like he was actually considering the deal.

“I want you to help me bury my girls.”

…

What?

“My girls, the exorcists. I can’t-”

Adams voice cracked.

Immediately the first man locked up, his jaw snapped shut with an audible sound and he looked every part horrified.

Surprisingly, it didn’t stir any sense of satisfaction like he thought it would. Instead, Lucifer only felt a deep pit of dread.

Adam seemed to recover quickly, swallowing past whatever lump he had in his throat to continue, “I can’t recover their bodies fast enough. Not like this. I can dig as many graves as I can, but I need you to gather their bodies. I need to lay them to rest… please.”

Lucifer was flabbergasted, after everything he had the audacity to ask Lucifer to help him with this. To help bury the same damn angels who hunted hells denizens, who hunted his daughter?! Framed as a deal or not why the fuck would he ever think-

What if it was Charlie.

Lucifer froze at the thought, that tiny part of him as old as Eden piping up to tear down the devils rage with ease.

Shit.

Lucifer closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, shit. He couldn’t get the image out of his head. Charlies body broken and beaten like the corpses of the exorcists, Charlie-

Fuck. The angel of the Morningstar suppressed a flinch at the images.

But…

It wasn’t just his nightmare scenario he was dealing with now. It was Adam’s reality.

…

Damnit.

“You’re going to go to the hotel and give redemption a good shot.”

“What?”

“That’s my terms of the deal, if I do this, you’re going to walk into the hotel and work towards redemption. I’m not going to own your soul; this is a one-time deal. Take it or leave it.”

Lucifer’s hand glowed gold with his magic as he held it out, binding magic twisting through his fingertips.

Gold met gold, and the deal was done.

[----------------]

It took several hours to recover all the bodies.

Some of which was spent with Lucifer convincing the denizens of the hotel to stay inside, claiming that the fallen angel was a special brand of dangerous that only Lucifer could handle. He wasn’t exactly wrong.

Including Adam, 48 exorcists died in the extermination. And almost none of them were intact when Lucifer found them.

Broken, half eaten, or worse, hell wasn’t kind to the dead.

The corpses that were dragged back to Cannibal Town were the trickiest to acquire, the cannibals were never known to abandon their food and with them now be armed with angelic weapons… He needed to remind them who exactly was in charge to get them to surrender their meals.

He really needed to deal with the outbreak of the angelic weapons information. That was going to get a lot of attempts on his life.

With every corpse Lucifer teleported back to Adam, there was a sharp crackle of opposing magic, broken in it’s divinity but still potent.

That was going to be troublesome.

He should probably find a way to suppress Adams magic, untamed as it was now without heaven to temper it, it was going to be dangerous until his soul calmed down. However long that would be.

Lucifer sighed when he dropped the final body off at the hotel. Several of them were already gone and buried under blank gravestones, a last-minute addition of Lucifer’s to the summary, it’d be up to Adam whether or not he wanted to add any information on who was buried.

Lucifer watched silently as Adam carefully removed the helmet of the final exorcist, resolutely not looking down even as his feathers shook with rage. The first man and third fallen gently lowered the body into the grave before going to grab the shovel. Once the burial was done, he placed the helmet gingerly on the soil, marking the graves identity in a way Lucifer would never be able to know.

Then the moment was over, and Adam stood up, turning to look at Lucifer with a stare that would scorch bone if it could.

“Alright let’s get this fucking over with.”

[liquidluckandstuff]

Another Dadmort Idea / Supernatural au?

Shared from Up to Some Good I'm going to word Vomit here because I've got another fuckin dadmort fic in my head that doesn't make sense to anyone but me but if i get it out now i can focus on other things.

A Supernaturalish/HP crossover Where Harry is a SORCERER not a Wizard (DnDish Rules, Wizards have to LEARN magic where Sorcerers have a natural aptitude for magic and don't really need crutches like spells or wands or anything).

During the Yule ball harry wanders off because he is a little overwhelmed with the noise and ends up running into a woman being attacked by demons. Harry ends up kicking their asses but the hell hounds get her anyways. Harry is a little panicked but CROWLEY himself comes up and talks to Harry about it.

Saying he doesn't belong at Hogwarts bc he isn't a wizard but surprise surprise there is a school for people like him (Aka a school for all the kids who are a little different and don't fit into the wizarding world like children of demons, werewolves, banshees etc) Crowley even says they have a "summer program" aka these kids have no home to go to and stay in school year round.

Anyway. Harry says hell no at first (pun intended 🥁 ) But then the graveyard thing happens and Harry has a total meltdown about going back to the dursleys and dumbledore is a little forceful about it. Harry sends a letter to Crowley asking to go to school at his school

The Dursleys have to sign a demon deal basically (but not for their soul) agreeing for Harry to follow the schools rules and so he can stay there year round what they DON'T realize and nor do they care of course, is that they basically just sold him off.

there are a bunch of demons at Kings Cross waiting to escort him. The Order of course freaks out but Harry tells them "I told you I wasn't going back. You didn't want me, so I had to make other arrangements."

They try to argue about his saftey but harry says "When tf was i ever safe with any of you? I wasn't safe at hogwarts and who is supposed to protect me from the Dursleys? At least here I KNOW where I stand." Etc Etc.

Anyway, the summer + First part of the year go surprisingly well. Harry makes friends who don't give a fuck who he is past "Harry" and he makes a few rivals of COURSE.

Well, harry gets into a fight with one of them and Harry ends up with a few good scrapes and a bloody nose, but the other kid ends up in the hospital wing.

Headmistress says "well we have to call in your guradian" and harry is like "idgaf they hate me and aren't gonna come anywyas" Not realizing that 1. this is a demon and 2. they don't follow normal guardian rules.

With a letter that gets sent off and a few moments later, suddenly Lord Voldemort himself ends up in the headmistresses office. Turns out, they follow Blood relation rules, not legal Guardian rules. And since they share blood now (and maybe a little bit of actual realation) voldemort is literally the strongest canidate out of ANYONE to be Harry's guardian.

After a WTF is happening from both of them, The headmistress who doesn't gice a fuck and sees shit like this all the time (bc remember these are all misfit kids with wack ass parents) she sits them both down (demon powers baybeee) and starts her talk.

First she goes over what Harry did and he is NOT looking at either of them because he is embarrased/ terrified as fuck.

Then, she goes over his grades in his classes. He is doing above average in most classes EXCELS In the Dark Arts class of course, but struggles in poitions. She says that his teachers suspect his vision is the problem but can't do anything about it without signed permission from his guardian.

Voldemort is absolutely stunned about the whole thing (I mean a sorcerer?! what?!) and then she leaves so they can chat privately.

They are quiet for an awkward amount of time while Voldemort reads over the paperwork that she gave him with his grades and classwork etc. and then after some back and forth bickering, pulls a "you couldn't at least done this OFF campus so I didn't have to get dragged here? At least you won… " or something and Harry has no fuckin clue what to say to that.

Then, he freaking SIGNS the permission slip to get Harry's eyes fixed, AND AND signs him up for potions tutoring and then fuckin leaves just like that. Harry is STUNNED.

(If he doesn't cooperate, then it might ruin what little relationship he has with the Demons and it might cost him the war so he HAS to do it. Crowley invited Harry to the school to be a little shit. ) So now, you got reluctant father son moments because if VOLDEMORT doesn't cooperate, then he might lose the Demons on his side. If HARRY doesn't cooperate then he has to go back to the Dursleys and Hogwarts where literally everyone hates him.

Harry def gets a howler because he skipped a class or two to go hang out with his friends at the muggle town to get drunk. Aka he got to be a normal kid.

He is completley MORTIFIED that he got one, but then everyone is comparing "Well when MY mom/dad sent me a howler" and then Harry realizes that he is completely normal here and acts up a little more to get his attention bc that is the only way he knows how.

The teachers of COURSE catch on this and they have another Conference explaining the whole thing and that's how Harry gets to go home for christmas

[melonba11s]

Trying New Things (Lawrence/Fem MC Fanfic)

MC convinces Lawrence to go out for Poke Bowls with her! A more humorous fluffy fic, as much as you can get with Lawrence at least!

Contains: Female Mc, Mention of dead animals, mentions of sickness/human death, MC has seen the river.

Lawrence didn’t like exiting his comfort zone. His comfort zone did not include much. His apartment, the forest. That was it for physical places he dwelled. When it comes to food, well. He just got whatever was nearby, fast, available. This usually meant convenience store food, fast food. Anything that meant minimal contact with a living, breathing person. 

His trash can was a graveyard to the wrappers of greasy sandwiches, cups that once contained noodles, and an embarrassing amount of energy bars. 

So, how did he end up here? A small, brightly lit store, playing music just a smidge too loudly for his comfort, surrounded by people. 

The answer was always the same when it came to these things. Her. She was standing next to him now, his hand gripped within his tightly, reassuringly, grounding him. And preventing him from just walking out. 

She was the only one he trusted, she was the only one among the others who was like him. She had seen the river, she had remembered the river. She was his single thread tying him to this world, encouraging him to explore it and have fun in it. 

And this had been her idea, she had mentioned craving it lately. And she had finally convinced him to come with her, to try it for himself. 

“I think, I’ll get my usual salmon bowl!” her voice interrupted his thoughts. “What do you want Lawrence?” 

Shit. He was supposed to have been looking at the menu, deciding what he wanted. They were almost to the front of the line. He looked up at the menu. There was too much for him too take in in such a short amount of time. 

“You can order for me.” he mumbled, squeezing her hand. “You know what I like.” She gave him a smile, a smile that made him forget he was surrounded by people for a moment. 

“Sure thing, Law.” The well used nickname swirled in his head, and he barely registered her ordering, only really listening to what she was getting him. 

“My boyfriend-” boyfriend. Boyfriend. Boyfriend. Boyfriend. He felt like he had just ingested butterflies. “He’ll take spicy salmon, with jalapenos, Red onion, Cilantro, topped with Wasabi Mayo, Kimchi, and Chili flakes….. Oh, does he want a tea? Uhm… How about a Jasmine Milk Tea, Zero sugar, with bubbles?” 

Bubbles? Were they gonna shake it extra? Lawrence didn’t know, or really care much. He was just happy she seemed to be adding everything spicy she could see on the menu. He was flushing red just a bit, the cashier was looking at him with wide eyes. 

“Can you make it to go?” Lawrence asked, the only words he’d spoken to anyone else besides her. The cashier blinked and then nodded. 

“Of course! It will be up in fifteen minutes! Your number will be called!” The cashier handed them a slip with their order number on it. 

Fifteen minutes. He could last another fifteen minutes here. 

“What is this place, again?” he asked quietly, pressing himself against the wall, hoping no one would look at him. 

“Song Tea and Poke!” She said, “I used to come here all the time, they’re really good!” 

“And what’s poke, again?” he remembered her first explanation, he just wanted her to keep talking. Give him something to focus on besides all the people in here. 

“It’s a Hawaiian dish, but this place serves it as a fusion between Japanese and Hawaiian foods. So it’s raw fish on top of rice, with various toppings.” 

Raw fish… he’d never eaten raw meat before. On purpose. There was that one suspect burger he had gotten from a new chain that had opened near his workplace. Several days of living in his tiny cramped bathroom until eventually… 

A mass of gray, ever moving water, standing in it, remembering his last moments of his aching body, trying to give out more liquid, being unable too. Allowing himself to fall backwards, back to the world. 

Waking up with the most horrible case of cotton mouth he had ever experienced, and he had unfortunately also pissed his pants. Not much to piss at that point but, he still just threw them out rather than deal with them, and practically waterboarded himself in his bathroom sink trying to rehydrate. 

She hadn’t been around at that point. If she had, she probably would have prevented it from ever happening. Kept him drinking water, washed his pants for him. She cared like that, he supposed he did too. Even though both of them knew they would both come back. He’d turned her into a river walker as well. 

She was still so much better at this whole human thing than he was though. Able to effortlessly talk with strangers, order food, and go shopping. She was convincing him to do a lot of things too. 

He had enjoyed the museums, he had to admit. They were quiet, and he could stare for as long as he wanted. The zoo had also been fun, though none of the animals in the petting section had approached him, no matter how much corn he held in his hand. He hadn’t known what to expect, animals never liked him much. He had ended up leaving in a huff, childishly letting the feed fall from his hands like a child dropping something their parents would not buy for them. 

She had apologized to him for hours afterwards, even though he assured her he wasn’t mad at her. He was mad at the rest of the world for not understanding him. Mad at that damned sheep too. 

“Fifty three! You’re order is ready!” he was jolted from his thoughts. He glanced down at the receipt in her crumpled hands. Yep, they were fifty three. 

“I’ll go wait in the car.” he mumbled, watching her nod. He quickly made his escape, glad for the silence that was awaiting him in the vehicle. A few minutes later she came out, clutching the bag of food close. She was practically buzzing with excitement, smiling at him with a huge silly grin on her face.

He found himself smiling as well, she was the only one who could do that for him. Make him happy that someone else was happy. 

It didn’t take long for them to get back home…. Their home. A small apartment that they had picked out together, since realistically, she couldn’t fit all of her stuff into his previous one. Despite the new home, her presence, and everything she tried though, food still went bad just a bit too fast around him. 

He did like it when she did cook, when she found time and resources too though. Which wasn’t often, since she needed to find recipes that fed two without leftovers. Leftovers would go bad within a day around him. 

She had also brought something he hadn’t considered having before. A kitchen table to eat at. And she insisted they eat it whenever they ate at home. He didn’t really see the reason why the floor worked just as well. But he didn’t see a reason to fight it either, so he just went along with it. 

Pulling the plastic cover off the food, the first thing that struck him was how colorful it was. The vegetables were all fresh, the fish was vibrant and shiny. It reminded him of a garden, overgrown and blooming in early summer. 

“Here, straw.” He looked up as she handed him a straw. It was wide, and had a pointed end. She pointed to his tea, which was sealed with plastic. 

“Stab.” She said simply, holding her own in a fast before puncturing the cup. 

“Why can’t they just have a normal lid?” Lawrence asked, lining up his own straw. 

“So it can travel before being drunk, and won’t spill. I think.” she answered, doing a half shrug. Lawrence stabbed, as per her directions. The popping of the lid reminded him of how a deer corpse would finally pop, after the gasses inside had reached their peak. 

He set the drink aside, focusing back on the food. Raw fish, fresh vegetables. He was sort of afraid it would rot before his very eyes just because of how he was. 

He was struck again with the fact that he had never eaten raw fish before. But, if she ate it before, and was still fine, then he should be fine too. It crossed his mind suddenly, perhaps she first saw the river because she ate raw fish. 

It caused him to snort, in a small burst of laughter. 

“What’s so funny?” she asked. Her voice was muffled, she had already begun eating. She looked really cute with her cheeks stuffed to the absolute brim. 

“Nothing.” He answered, bringing a spoon full of food to his mouth. He had been expecting the fish to be unpleasant, slimy, way too chewy. Instead, it gave way easily, it was extremely tender too. He had never had anything like it, and the toppings she’d picked out for him meant it was super spicy too. 

“It has a nice kick to it.” he commented, taking another bite before reaching for the tea. It wasn’t like any tea he had ever made before. It looked like coffee his sister used to make. All Milk. 

He took a small sip first, letting the flavor wash over his tongue. Not sweet at all, just mostly herbal tea flavor, though the milk did dull the flavor a lot. Not bad though. He took another, deeper sip from it, closing his eyes, trying to draw out a deeper flavor profile- 

Something hit the back of his throat. His gag reflex made him swallow too quickly, and he began to cough, liquid spewing from his mouth and down his front. 

He couldn’t breath, and the knowledge of that sent his brain into instant panic, as he slammed a fist against the table, holding a hand to his mouth as he gagged up more tea. 

“Oh my god!” he heard her exclaim, she was out of her chair, grabbing a rag. “Are you okay?” she asked, wiping up his face in a hurry as he took in a few deep, heaving breathes. 

“I-I nearly saw the river.” He mumbled, staring at his tea sodden sweater. Too his surprise, he heard a small giggle. Then it grew into a full blown laugh. 

“Oh Law…” she said it with such affection it made his face heat up. He pointed at the tea, now noticing the brown spheres sitting at the bottom. He had figured it was a design on the cup. 

“Are those… bubbles?” he asked, remembering her order. Add Bubbles.

He wasn’t sure he really liked those bubbles.