#praeteritum au

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I miss your Cardinal Terzo doodles so goddamn much. 💜

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I love getting into a new fandom and sorting the fanfics by kudos and then finding that one fanfic that was written so well and so deep and so interesting, that it literally spawned an entire trope genre 😂

[lunarubra]

Pairing: Cillian x OC (Jiyan Fabris)

Summary: In this AU set during the summer of 2010, Cillian has just wrapped up the final Inception premieres. Now, he and Jiyan are traveling through Italy, seeking some peaceful downtime together.

Warning: Fluff, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Hospitalisation, Mention of Suicide, Angst, English Not My First Language.

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Chapter 2 - Praeteritum ambulans in nobis

STACK.

The cue ball hit the red 5-ball, but instead of a clean shot, it bounced off the side of the table and accidentally hit the solid green ball, which rolled straight into the pocket.

"Sagbab," Jiyan cursed under her breath.

Cillian chuckled before taking a sip of his beer. "Not your sport, Fabris?"

"Oh, shut up. You’re just lucky we’re not playing darts. I would’ve annihilated you," she retorted with a playful glare.

They were out at what was supposed to be an Irish pub in Trieste. It had become one of Cillian’s odd little traditions during his stays abroad—he would search for the most Irish-looking pub or bar in whichever city he was visiting and spend at least one evening there. The pub in Trieste hadn’t exactly disappointed him, but calling it Irish would’ve been a stretch.

A few days earlier, they had left Venice and come to stay with Jiyan’s mother to spend the final leg of their trip with her family. From there, they'd fly directly to Dublin. Cillian had to start prepping for a movie he would soon be filming, along with another overseas project that would keep him busy through October and November. Jiyan, on the other hand, had just wrapped up her PhD and was waiting for her final evaluation.

After two days of sightseeing, where Jiyan had taken on the role of tour guide, and plenty of family time spent with Mika and Solin, they decided to take an evening for themselves. It was a chance to enjoy some quality time before they returned to their routine in Ireland—though calling Cillian’s actor life a "routine" was a bit of a stretch.

Jiyan didn’t have a clear plan for what came next. She had finished her PhD, and several universities had already approached her with research offers after her publication in May. But there was nothing from Trinity College, where she had been working recently. Aside from Cillian, she had no strong ties to Dublin, and that uncertainty weighed on both of them. Cillian had encouraged her to accept a very promising project at La Sorbonne in Paris, but she had turned it down. Eventually, they sat down and had a real conversation about it.

She had told him, in that calm and resolute way of hers that left little room for debate, that over the past few years she had never paused—not even when Samyah died—to think about what she truly wanted. Now that she had finally finished her PhD, she was happy. She hadn’t expected Ireland to be the place where she found her balance, but here she was, and she wasn’t willing to disrupt that stability for another research project in a different part of Europe. She had some savings, a master's degree, a PhD, and a successful publication. She spoke more languages than most academics, including a few dead ones. For now, she wanted to take her time and look for something that genuinely fulfilled her. She deserved that.

Cillian could only nod, admiring the strength and certainty of the woman in front of him. He was relieved, too. He realised with a touch of surprise that he would have moved without hesitation to wherever her next project took her. His work was flexible enough, and with the experience he had now, he didn’t need to be anchored in one place to secure good roles. The thought of a long-distance relationship didn’t sit well with him. He wasn’t good at keeping distance from her.

Jiyan huffed, bringing him back from his thoughts. She was glaring at the pool table as if it were to blame for her not winning, or for the balls refusing to follow her will. Cillian smirked, amused by the way she pouted—she looked incredibly cute. Setting his beer down on a nearby shelf, he stepped behind her, pulling her close. He kissed the side of her hair, breathing in her intoxicating scent of amber, spices, and sea salt.

"You’re rushing the ball, Aji," he whispered into her ear.

Though she kept pouting, unwilling to admit he might be right, her body instinctively arched into his embrace. She tilted her head to the side, giving him more room to stay close.

"I don’t like pool," she muttered stubbornly.

Cillian chuckled softly. "Come on, for once I’m the one who gets to teach you something, not the other way around."

He guided her arm from behind, savoring the closeness and the way she leaned into him. His pulse quickened—he’d grown so intensely drawn to her that even the smallest touch set his blood on fire. It was clear she felt the same, as her gaze met his with a playful, suggestive look that said, Are you sure you want to teach me here?

He swallowed hard, trying to focus, and finally helped her aim. Together, they hit one of his balls, sending it smoothly into the left corner pocket with a satisfying swish.

She turned to him, almost disappointed. “Show off.”

“You’re doing great. It’s okay if you’re not perfect at everything,” he teased, kissing her sweetly. But what he intended to be a quick, cute kiss quickly deepened into something slow and intense, stirring something primal inside him. He felt his jeans tighten uncomfortably. When they finally broke the kiss, they lingered, simply staring at each other. Jiyan’s tan skin hid her blush, but her dilated pupils gave her away. Cillian could tell she was just as affected.

But once again, something outside their little bubble shattered the moment.

“Jiyan?” A voice broke through their conversation, startling them. A young man stood nearby, his gaze fixed intently on her. Cillian felt Jiyan freeze beside him, her fingers tightening around his arm like she needed an anchor—or perhaps a shield.

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath. The moment stretched awkwardly, a silent pause in which Cillian felt distinctly out of place, like he was intruding on a scene he wasn’t meant to witness.

“Kareem?” Jiyan’s voice carried a note of surprise, edged with something harder to pin down—discomfort, maybe, or a flicker of unease. Before Cillian could process it fully, her words shifted into a language he didn’t understand. The rhythm was familiar, though. Kurdish? Turkish? Arabic? 

And then it clicked. Ah, so this was him, Cillian thought, the puzzle pieces snapping quietly into place.

He loosened his embrace slightly, sensing the tension that now coursed between Jiyan and the man—Kareem. Yet her fingers stayed locked on his arm, clutching as if to ground herself against the swell of emotion that had unexpectedly crashed over her.

Recognizing the unspoken need for privacy, Cillian decided to step back. Jiyan had told him once that she hadn’t spoken to Kareem since moving to Dublin. Judging by the startled looks they exchanged, this encounter was as unexpected for Kareem as it was for her. Gently, he took her hand—still clutching his arm—and pressed a soft kiss to the crown of her curls.

“I’m going to grab another pint,” he said softly, his tone warm and reassuring. “I’ll give you two some space to talk.”

“Cillian…” she murmured, unsure whether she wanted to thank him or plead with him not to leave her alone.

“I’ll be right across the pub, watching the match,” he reassured her, offering a small smile that he hoped would steady her. “Take your time.”

As he released her hand, Cillian turned to Kareem. Extending his own, he offered a polite introduction. “I’m Cillian. Nice to meet you, Kareem.”

Kareem blinked, seemingly jolted out of his daze. He hesitated briefly before taking the offered hand. His accent was rich, an intriguing blend that Cillian couldn’t quite pin down—part Middle Eastern, part Mediterranean. “Nice to meet you too,” Kareem replied, his words slow, as if he were still processing the situation.

Jiyan wasn’t sure how to process the sight of Kareem standing in front of her. The shock of seeing him again had left her momentarily speechless.

“You’re back,” Kareem said tersely, switching to Farsi.

“Yeah, I mean…” She took a steadying breath, trying to collect herself. “We’re here visiting Mum and Mika. Flying back to Dublin in a couple of days.”

“Dublin…” he repeated, his words lingering in the air before he added, “You never called.” His voice was emotionless as he sat down at a nearby table and began pulling out tobacco to roll a cigarette.

“You didn’t either,” she replied flatly, lowering herself into the chair across from him.

They sat in silence for a moment, staring at each other. It felt oddly like a scene from a cowboy movie—a Mexican standoff, tense and unyielding.

“And you’re good?” Kareem asked, raising an eyebrow as he tapped the freshly rolled cigarette against the table to pack the tobacco tighter.

“Yeah, yeah.” She fidgeted with her hands, still avoiding his gaze. “I’m fine. We’re fine. I finished university.”

“Congratulations,” he said, the word falling flat, his tone devoid of genuine warmth. Jiyan could tell his interest wasn’t really in her academic achievements. “You staying in Ireland?”

“For now, yeah,” she said. “I’m taking a break. I need some time to figure things out.”

Kareem let out a harsh chuckle, shaking his head with exaggerated sympathy that teetered on mockery. His frustration simmered just below the surface, threatening to spill over. “So now you’re taking time?” he asked, his voice sharp with anger. “Now you’re taking time?”

“What do you want me to say, Kareem?” Jiyan ran her hands through her hair, her frustration mounting. She still couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, and she didn’t feel ready for this—not now. “Yeah, I’m taking some time for me. I… I’m in therapy. I want to be better. A lot has happened—”

He cut her off with a bitter, scornful laugh. “A lot has happened? Really, Jiyan?”

“You’re angry. You’re still angry,” she said quietly.

You’re still angry at me. The words hung unspoken, but they weighed heavily between them. Having Kareem in front of her again was stirring up conflicting emotions—an undeniable pull, but also a sense of relief. It felt as if she could finally confront him, perhaps mend the bridge that had always lingered, broken, between them.

“Of course I’m angry!” Kareem snapped, dragging her back into the moment. “You just disappeared, and now what? You’re happy, just like that? Like nothing happened? Like my sister didn’t die? Like you—”

“Don’t say that!” Jiyan interrupted, her voice low and threatening, her words seething through clenched teeth. “Don’t you dare say that, Kareem, or I swear I’ll punch you.”

She swallowed her rage, fighting to stay in control. They both knew exactly how to hurt each other. Kareem, even if he regretted it later, was an expert at cutting her where it hurt the most. Years ago, she’d been just as skilled at that game. But she didn’t have the energy anymore—didn’t want to wield that kind of pain again.

“Punch me? Go ahead, Jiyan. I’m right here,” he taunted, his voice daring her.

Jiyan looked at him closely for the first time. He was shaking, his pain radiating off him in waves. She imagined she probably looked just as raw, just as frayed. They were both exposed nerves, all their hurt, anger, and betrayal laid bare. They’d both been destroyed by Samyah’s death, drowning in grief and guilt. But Jiyan had found tools to help her navigate the wreckage. Kareem hadn’t. He was still lost, still drowning.

“Don’t make me the villain here,” she said, her tone softening. “Just don’t. It won’t make you feel better.”

“You shut me out, Jiyan,” he said, his voice quieter now, trembling with hurt. “After everything—after ten years together—you just shut me out.”

His head dropped, his gaze fixed on the table. The weight of his words settled heavily between them, unspoken truths and unhealed wounds pressing down on the air like a storm about to break.

“You shut me out too” she said, hurt in her voice. 

After a few seconds, she looked around, realizing too late that half the pub was staring at them. No one could understand their argument, but two Middle Easterners speaking loudly in Farsi wasn’t going unnoticed. She could feel the tension in the air, expecting someone to call the cops if they didn’t calm down soon.

She glanced across the room and saw Cillian watching her, his untouched beer in front of him, his eyes seemed to ask, Are you alright?

She nodded back, a silent, It’s alright, I’ll be there soon.

“Come on,” she said, standing up and turning back to Kareem. “We’re going outside before someone calls the cops. And you’re going to listen to me.”

Kareem, who had followed her brief exchange with Cillian, shrugged. Without a word, he got up, grabbed his freshly rolled cigarette, and headed outside. Jiyan sighed and cast one last glance at Cillian. His concern was evident, but she offered a faint smile before following Kareem.

Outside, the cool air was a welcome change. Kareem leaned against the wall, already smoking.

“The Irish prince isn’t coming along too?” he muttered.

“Shut up, Kareem… just shut up and just listen,” she said sharply. “You are not alone. We were both wrong, but you’re not the only one who’s hurt here. Whatever happened between us—it wasn’t just my fault, alright?” Her voice rose with exasperation.

“It’s true. I shut you out before I left. I couldn’t anymore—I just couldn’t—but you shut me out first. After Samyah died…” She faltered, steadying herself. “I know a piece of all of us died with her, but it was like you were the only one allowed to grieve. Living with you felt like living with a stranger. We were both not okay, but it felt like you blamed me. Like she wasn’t my sister too.”

She paused, taking a deep breath to keep herself composed. She wouldn’t break now, not here.

“And I ran away,” she admitted, her voice softer now. “I know. And I’m sorry if I hurt you. I am so sorry, Kari.”

Kareem exhaled a stream of smoke, his eyes unreadable as he studied her. “I know you felt like it was all on you,” he said finally, his voice quieter. “But I never said it was your fault, Jiyan.”

“You never said it wasn’t,” she replied, her voice numb, the weight of the words settling heavily between them.

“Yeah,” he admitted, the truth difficult to swallow. He nodded slowly, his voice laced with regret. “I’m sorry.”

He was looking at her now, his expression searching, as if trying to piece together a puzzle that refused to come together.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “I’m sorry for being such a dick. I didn’t know what to do. I never thought…” He paused, his voice breaking as he swallowed hard to suppress a sob, tilting his head back to look at the sky.

“She really broke us,” he said quietly. “I was—still am sometimes—so fucking angry. At everyone. At the world. At you. At my sister.”

He glanced down, his hand coming up to rub his temples as if to hold himself together. “And then, when you were in the hospital…” His voice cracked, and he pressed a hand over his eyes. “I was part of it too, Jiyan. I should’ve been there. If it weren’t for your mum calling me, I wouldn’t have even known. You didn’t call me,” he said, his voice breaking again, his shoulders slumping under the weight of his words.

All the anger he’d unleashed earlier seemed to have drained away, replaced by a quiet, aching exhaustion. Hurt, raw and unguarded, lingered in his expression as he finally looked at her again.

Jiyan hugged herself, trying to swallow all the memories she had avoided confronting for years. “I couldn’t,” she said softly, her voice barely audible. Only then did she realize tears were spilling down her cheeks. “I just couldn’t. I didn’t even have the words to explain how I was feeling. You’d already lost your sister—how was I supposed to tell you that...” Her voice broke, her sobs cutting her off.

A hand settled on her shoulder, pulling her closer. Kareem held her, letting her cry, knowing they had both become experts at avoiding this moment—avoiding admitting how deeply they had failed each other.

“After you got out of the hospital, when you moved in with your mum and refused to see me,” he began, his voice tight with hurt. “When you sent Mika to pick up your things from my flat… I knew, Jiyan. Even before Samyah killed herself, I knew we hadn’t been a couple for years. Even with the open relationship, it was like we were running away from admitting the truth. But the way it ended—it felt like it was all happening again. Like I’d failed all over again.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Kareem. You’re not a failure—you’ve never been,” she said, cursing under her breath as she straightened up.

She ran her hand through her curls, her fingers trembling. “When I was at my mum’s, I just… I shut down. I think I spent a whole month not talking to anyone. I didn’t have the strength to face you. I felt like the failure.”

Kareem looked at her, his hand firm on her shoulder as if to steady her. “What a mess we are, eh?”

Jiyan chuckled weakly, drying her eyes. For the first time in years, she felt like she was standing in front of one of the closest people she’d ever known.

“I know I never said it before, and I’m ashamed that I didn’t. But it wasn’t your fault, Aji. None of it was your fault.”

She said nothing more, just nodded, another wave of tears threatening to spill. She stared down at her shoes, trying to hold herself together.

“Aji…” Kareem said softly.

Jiyan finally met his gaze. And in his face, she saw the echoes of Samyah—the same eyes, the same lips, the same dark curls. She had always thought they shared the same smile, the same spirit. He wasn’t just her older brother; he had been her first boyfriend, her closest confidant, her partner in rebellion. How much had changed.

“I missed you,” Kareem admitted. “Not us being together—” he paused, looking up at the night sky. “But the three of us…”

“It’s hard to imagine anyone else could understand you like that, isn’t it?” Jiyan said, finishing his thought.

Kareem nodded, a small, pained smile flickering across his face. “I know I was the first to disappear,” he admitted. “But when you left—for Ireland, after everything…”

“I thought I’d already lost you, Kari,” she interrupted, taking a deep breath. “After everything that happened, we were both wrecked. And we couldn’t figure out how to face it together. Then, when I ended up in the hospital, I just… I couldn’t anymore. I don’t even remember half of those months. My mum didn’t know what to do with me. Somehow, she convinced the university not to drop me from the PhD program. That was the only thing that kept me going.”

Her voice wavered, but she pushed on. “When the opportunity in Ireland came up, I knew it was an escape. But I needed it. I don’t know how you stayed here, facing all of this every day. I had to run. I couldn’t breathe anymore—I couldn’t stay another day in this place.”

“I’m still not sure why I stayed either,” Kareem admitted, exhaling. “When you left, I wanted to say ‘screw it’ and leave too. But somehow... I didn’t.”

“You’ve always been braver than me,” she said softly.

“Nah,” he teased, his voice lighter for a moment. “Just slower. And terrible with planes. Maybe I could’ve crossed the border to Slovenia, but they’re even more boring than here.”

She chuckled, unsure of what else to say. They stood in companionable silence for a moment, leaning against the wall, watching the street across from them. It was always easy with Kareem in some ways—it always had been. Even when they were hot-headed teenagers, they rarely fought. Between the three of them, Kareem had been the one to pull Jiyan and Samyah out of trouble, the reluctant voice of reason.

In the past few months, as therapy forced her to untangle her emotions, Jiyan had reflected often on her relationship with Kareem. She wouldn’t dismiss what they’d had, but she saw more clearly now that they were always better as friends than as partners. He would always be someone she cared about deeply, and she knew the feeling was mutual. Still, she had to admit—when she left for Ireland, a part of her had been relieved to be single again. The way she’d ended things, though, still weighed on her. Now, seeing that Kareem’s resentment wasn’t about their breakup but the lack of closure, brought her a strange sense of peace.

“So, Ireland?” Kareem asked, breaking the silence.

“Save the jokes,” she said, shaking her head. “I still don’t know how I’m surviving in a place where it rains all the time.”

“And are you happy?” he asked, glancing at her.

“Yeah,” she replied, nodding slowly. “I still have moments when it all comes rushing back, but I’m happy there. It’s easier. What about you?”

“I’m better,” he said after a pause. “Not always, but I’ve been working for an NGO, helping migrants. It’s helped me deal with everything.”

“Wow, Kareem,” she said sincerely, touching his arm. “That’s… wow. I’m so proud of you.” “Always so eloquent,” he teased, his smile wry but warm. “Yeah, well, I had to stop feeling like an asshole at some point.”

She laughed softly, her smile lingering as they let the silence stretch out between them. It felt easy, natural, in a way she hadn’t expected. They’d said more to each other in these few minutes than they had in the entire year following Samyah’s death.

“And the guy? Is he good to you?” Kareem asked suddenly, breaking into her thoughts.

“Cillian?” Her smile softened, spreading across her face.

“Aww, look at you! So, it’s serious, huh?” he teased.

She playfully punched his arm, just as Cillian, as if sensing he was the topic of conversation, stepped out of the pub. His eyes found her immediately. She smiled at him, feeling lighter, like a weight had been lifted.

“Yes, it’s serious,” she answered Kareem, still smiling at Cillian, unaware of the look in Kareem’s eyes as he watched her.

Cillian walked over, his concern evident as he approached. “I’m sorry,” he said gently. “I know I told you to take your time, but I just wanted to check if you’re alright.”

“It’s alright, mate,” Kareem said, attempting a British accent but falling short.

“I’m not British,” Cillian replied, stiffening slightly.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Sorry. I’m Persian—not a big fan of the British myself.” Kareem grinned, extinguishing his cigarette against the wall. “Anyway, I should go. I’m already late to meet some friends. I only came to grab some tobacco.”

He turned back to Jiyan, hesitating for a moment before pulling her into a hug. He held her close, the connection between them finally beginning to mend. “Just let me know next time you move, alright? And call me sometimes,” he said in Farsi. Switching to English for Cillian’s sake, he added, “Nice meeting you, Cillian. Next time you’re in town, let’s play pool. We both know Jiyan’s terrible at it.”

“Hey!” she protested, laughing.

“You know I’m right,” he chuckled. “Call me when you’re back on that sunless island, alright? I’ll try to visit—have to see what makes you stay there over Venice.”

With a wink, he shook his curls and pulled up his hood. “Alright, I’m going,” he said with a final smile. “Bye, guys. I see you soon, okay?”

She nodded taking him in and everything that just happened, almost as she just found him again and he was already gone. But she felt lighter, she never expected they could finally sit down and talk about some of what happened.

“Bye, Kareem. Take care, okay?” Jiyan told him.

Kareem just nodded before turning one last time, crossing the street and jogging toward the bus stop on the other road.

“Are you alright?” Cillian asked gently, his voice soft with concern.

Jiyan turned to him, her green eyes puffy and red, their usual spark dimmed by the weight of the evening. Without a word, she stepped closer, seeking the comfort of his embrace. He wrapped his arms around her without hesitation, holding her tightly as if shielding her from the heaviness she always carried.

He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, his touch a quiet, steady reassurance. He wished he could lift the weight of the past that resurfaced so often, the hurt that lingered beneath her strength. But all he could do was stand beside her, as she faced it all with the fierce resilience he admired so deeply.

For a long moment, they stayed like that—her head resting against his chest, the rhythm of his heartbeat steady and calming. Slowly, she pulled back, her gaze searching his. Their foreheads touched, their breaths mingling, and in that shared closeness, the world seemed to pause. It was just the two of them, finding solace in each other.

“Yeah, I’m good,” she whispered, brushing a light kiss against his lips. “Thank you.”

“For what?” he asked, gently tucking one of her unruly curls behind her ear.

“For being you. For letting us talk… For always knowing how to be here.”

“You do the same for me,” he said simply, his voice warm.

“I hope so,” she replied softly.

“Did it help? Talking with Kareem?”

She paused, reflecting, before nodding. “Yeah, it did. Even if he ran off at the end, we talked, we listened, and we apologised. It’s… a start.”

“He’s important to you,” Cillian said easily. “I’m glad you saw him tonight, even though I know it wasn’t easy.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, her lips curving into a small smile. “But I don’t want to talk about it anymore tonight.” Rising onto her toes, she kissed him again. “Even if I’m glad I met him, I want to enjoy these last moments of peace with you before you go back to being a world-famous actor doing whatever it is you do.”

He groaned dramatically, remembering all too well that their quiet escape was coming to an end. Soon, they’d return to Dublin, where preparations for his next film awaited.

Taking his hand in hers, Jiyan grinned. “How about a walk to the port? I know a spot where it’s not too windy. We can lie down, watch the stars… and if we’re brave enough, maybe even skinny dip.”

Cillian arched a skeptical brow. “No way. You know how much of a baby I am about cold water.”

“It’s summer, Cill…”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s dark, the water’s cold, and who knows what’s lurking in there,” he replied, dead serious.

“Such a scaredy cat,” she teased, laughing as she held him closer, his arm slipping easily around her waist.

Together, they began to walk under the quiet night sky. With Cillian by her side, the air felt lighter, her thoughts less tangled. For the first time in what felt like forever, Jiyan realized she wasn’t running from anything anymore. Instead, she was moving toward something—toward herself, toward peace, toward love. And in that moment, she felt free.

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my fav fma fic is an EXCELLENT time-travel fix-it called "Reverti Ad Praeteritum" by "Batsutousai" (also very long lmao). I also love both ShanaStoryteller's and DarkScales's Ishvalan aus ("Ishvalan AU" series and "Desert Gold" respectively). It's nice to see Ishvalan as a culture being more fleshed out since you don't get much of that in canon. Reverti and Shana's are both RoyEd too so 🙌

Omg, I haven't come across a Batsutousai mention in a long while. Dropping legendary authors in my inbox, are we? If it is written by them, I have probably read it and only don't remember (my brain sometimes forgets good things too and they have written a LOT in a lot of fandoms.)

Thanks for the recs!

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Nose to the Wind by Batsutousai (HP | Tom x Harry | M)

While Harry had been content with his second chance, that didn't keep him from thinking what he could have done different, how many people could have survived if he hadn't been set on the very specific path he'd walked. Third time is the charm, though, right?

A Fic You Associate With A Song (x2):

Strange Duet by BelleAmante, thiliart (thilia) (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | M)

The past three years have been a series of shocking, or not so shocking, successes for 2018 Tony award winner and two time Grammy nominee, Stiles Stilinski. You don’t typically find classically trained opera singers singing alternative folk rock to crowds at Coachella. Nor do you find indie singer/songwriters winning best actor awards at the Tony’s for their Broadway debuts. Stilinski has made it his lifetime habit to defy and exceed all expectations.

-or-

A Steter fic loosely based on Phantom of the Opera

~

Full Circle by Nike Femme (FMA | Roy x Ed | T)

Edward Elric returns with amnesia. He has lived the past four years as Auric, a Gatekeeper. But there are some battles that only he can fight. Will his friends be able to awaken Ed, and what happens to Auric if they do?

A Fic That Inspires You:

Off the Line by esama (FFVII | Cloud x Vincent | T)

In which Cloud gets a Virtual Reality Dream Console – ShinRa's latest in virtual reality technology. Aaand everything pretty much goes downhill from there.

A Fic That Brought You On Board A New Ship:

Me and Mine by linndechir (Fast and the Furious | Deckard x Owen | E)

The last time they'd spoken, Deckard had told Owen that he was tired of cleaning up his messes. But the first thing he did after breaking out of prison was to take Owen to the other end of the world so they could lick their wounds and start planning their revenge.

A Fic You Wish Could Be A Movie:

Moving In (To Every Single Aspect of Danny’s Life, Including the Boring Bits like Dry-Cleaning) by westgirl (Hawaii Five-0 | Steve x Danny | T)

It felt wrong for Steve to sound unsure of his place in Danny’s life. His place in Danny’s life was at Danny’s side, driving him slowly insane. Steve should feel secure about that.

A Fic That Led To You Making Friends With The Author:

Begin and End by Rikkamaru (Log Horizon x HP | G)

This is how it begins: a boy rejected by his family, a boy reunited with his brother by his sister-in-law's intervention. A boy who found a family in an online game. But how will it end?

FREE SPACE:

Reverti Ad Praeteritum by Batsutousai (Fullmetal Alchemist | Roy x Edward | M)

Unwillingly forced to serve as a human trial for a crazy alchemist experimenting with time travel, Edward Elric finds himself standing across from Truth in the moment it takes his leg from him. Armed with the knowledge of what's to come and burdened with guilt for the choices he'd made as an adult, Ed sets out to fix every mistake he ever made and save every life they ever lost, no matter what it takes.

A Fic You’ve Gushed About IRL:

Designation: Miracle by umisabaku (Kuroko no Basket | M)

It's been three years since seven human experiments, called "Miracles," escaped Teiko Industries, alerting the world to the presence of super-powered children. Now they're finally integrating into society-- going to normal high schools, playing basketball, falling in love-- and trying to find out if it's possible to truly escape their past.

A Fic You Associate With A Place (have to self-rec for this one):

Safe Harbour by cywscross (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles x Chris | T)

Peter didn't think he'd find a home here. He certainly didn't think he'd find a home with two other men.

Chris and Stiles prove him wrong.

A Fic That Made You Gasp Out Loud (kind of? it was suspenseful):

Sanctuary by DiscontentedWinter (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | E)

The Hale Wolf Sanctuary isn’t just for wolves.

It turns out it’s for Stilinskis as well.

A Fic You Found At The Right Time:

slow increments by Areiton (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles)

Peter is enigmatic, egotistical, sometimes barely sane. He's sharp and cutting and takes more time to care for the pack than anyone.And sometimes, John catches him watching Stiles.

A Fic That You Would Read Fic Of:

if you try to break me, you will bleed by Dialux (Game of Thrones | Jon x Sansa | T)

It had been a slash across her chest from a White Walker’s sword that finally ended her life. Sansa’d landed in a puddle of her own blood, and she’d died quickly, quietly.

And then she’d awoken with a gasp, trembling, in a bed that had burned under Theon’s betrayal.

A Fic That Made You Laugh Out Loud:

The Path towards Unwilling Godhood by Sky_King (Bleach | Kisuke x Ichigo | G)

Ichigo has never had the most normal life, and this latest chapter of it is no different.

"I'm not a god!"

A Fic With A Line (Or Two) That You’ve Memorized By Heart:

Atlas by distractedKat (Star Trek | Spock x Jim | T)

Between what was and what will be stands James Tiberius Kirk, in all his fractured patchwork glory. Because saving the Federation was only the beginning.

A Fic That Gave You Butterflies:

The Rest of Our Lives by mia6363 (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | T)

“I don’t know, as a kid I watched a lot of movies, you know? And at first I figured like… I’d be on some great adventure that would take me away from it all, you know? Like Indiana Jones comes around and is all, ‘Hey Stiles, buddy, come with me we’ve got to go save the world.’ Then… you and… everything happened… then I just… I figured I’d die before I was eighteen.”

A Fic That Embodies Something You Value In Life:

The Boy Sleuth by Shey (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | T)

Stiles is eight when he discovers a box of his mom’s old Nancy Drew Mysteries in the back of the guest bedroom closet.

A Favourite AU:

Love What is Behind You by KouriArashi (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | M)

Basically what it says on the label. Hunger Games type fusion. Stiles doing way better than anyone anticipates. Peter finds him intriguing. Ruthless, devious assholes working together to ruin bad guys, as the Steter ship is meant to be.

A Fic You Stayed Up Too Late To Finish Reading:

Of Dwobbits, Dragons and Dwarves by ISeeFire (The Hobbit | Fem!Bilbo x Fili | T)

Bilba has been a slave her entire life. All she knows of the outside world is what she sees from time to time outside the gates of Moria and the stories her mother used to tell her. Stories of a place called the Shire where her mother once lived and a placed called Erebor where, as far as she knows, her father still lives. Stories of dragons a thousand times larger, and more intelligent, than the beasts the orcs rode and of a strange concept called freedom where one was allowed to live as they wished with no one to tell them what they could, or could not do.

The stories meant little to Bilba. The only future she had was to live, and die, as a slave as countless number had before her.

And then the orcs dragged an injured female firedrake through the gates, her rider screaming obscenities behind her as he fought to reach her side...and everything changed.

A Fic That Made You Feel Seen (another self-rec lol):

i am addicted to death (so remind me what it’s like to live) by cywscross (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | T)

Stiles is sixteen years old. He has already died seventy-eight times.

[phirephox666]

Weekly Fic Recs - FMA

After doing these recs for a couple weeks I figure I have enough recs to do that I can do these bi-weekly for a bit, so! Bi-weekly fic recs commence! This Wednesday’s fics are FMA, a whole bunch of Ed/Roy, mostly. Enjoy y’all.  

Weekly Rec Lists 

i'm giving you a nightcall by clairedearing

Edward/Roy, Alphonse/Winry, Reincarnation Au, Modern Au, Superhero Au, Complete, 124k

Edward Elric (the second) has always had to balance the two sides of his life; on one proper flesh and blood hand, he's a genius working as a crime scene investigator, putting his younger brother through university. On the other not-actually-flesh-and-blood hand, he's also the red-hooded vigilante Fullmetal, protecting Central City from criminals and assholes like 'the Dragon'. But mutilated bodies have stared showing up, and now he has to deal with his estranged sorta-maybe-ex-boyfriend (who's in charge of hunting down Ed's alternate persona), keeping the public from various levels of hysteria, and stopping a mysterious group who seem to be echoing the one his mother used to belong to...

the catwoman to your batman by clairedearing

Edward/Roy, Vigilante Au, Complete, 6k

Ed had his mission - to escort the Ishvallan refugees to the camps. Then he could get back to his research. Except, a mysterious masked man keeps screwing everything up.

Diplomatic Excursions and Other Ways to Die by Tierfal

Edward/Roy, Post Canon Au, Complete, 53k

Conceptually, attending Emperor Ling's coronation celebration is simple enough. In practice, it involves far too much trekking, yearning, bleeding, burning, hoping, running, and dodging of diplomatic catastrophes for Roy's tastes.

Catalysis by aventria, iluxia

Edward/Roy, Edward & Roy, Edward & Maes, Edward & Alphonse, Trisha Lives Au, Fix It, Friendship/Gen, Families of Choice, Backstory, Worldbuilding, WIP, 210k

Work in progress. "Search for the value of that which you seek, for alchemy already knows." Alchemy knew what Edward wanted when his fingertips touched that circle, but Edward did not yet understand how value differs from price, how equivalent differs from equal. The Gate calculates with one small difference, and Trisha Elric lives - but the cost may be too high for Edward to afford.

[ In which Edward Elric becomes Roy Mustang's ward in a different context; Trisha Elric is alive but is as good as dead to her sons; Alphonse Elric grows in a human body under Izumi's tutelage, struggling to understand just what it is they have done right; Hohenheim's past is more complicated and intertwined with the tapestry of Amestrian history; Envy dances a very fine line between his loyalty to Father and a growing obsession/addiction; and Amestris is so not ready for this bloody revolution. ]

Part 1 of Catalysis 'verse

Button Up Your Overcoat by Skinner (psiten)

Edward/Roy, Edward & Alphonse, Edward & Team Mustang, Fix It, Friendship/Gen, Bamf Riza, Complete, 140k

Ed could untie knots in the fifth and sixth dimensions -- blindfolded. He could convince the military he fell through a rabbit-hole, and he could even shut down a Drachman invasion (with a little help), but he can't seem to avoid dating Roy Mustang (and maybe is kind of okay with that). But here's hoping they can collar a General trying to trigger a three-way war, and that they can stop him before he destroys the world.

Making himself walk instead of run took every ounce of composure he had, especially when he got far enough to see the city blanketed in a strange layer of dust and dark thunderclouds. The weather had been clear for miles around. Those clouds had the smack of weather alchemy about them.

He had to find his brother.

The Universe Just Doesn't Know What the Hell to Make of Edward Elric by queerstang (rosethomass)

Edward/Roy, Soulmate Au, Soulmate Marks, Complete, 5k

Everyone Edward's age gets their tattoos, gets to know who their soulmate is, and it's just one more thing to remind Edward of all the things he's lost and never got to have.

Major spoilers for Brotherhood.

Two Months and Counting by Tierfal

Edward/Roy, Harry Potter Au, Magical Au, Worldbuilding, Complete, 4.4k

Given that Ed is past words and beyond belief, surely it's fair to break the rules right in half.

[Vague situational spoilers for '03/CoS.]

Part 1 of Bending the Rules

The Maestros of Misuse by Tierfal

Edward/Roy, Harry Potter Au, Magical Au, Fluff, Complete, 6.7k

Ed spends a day with the Improper Use of Magic Office, and no one loses their mind more than a little.

[Vague situational spoilers for '03/CoS.]

Part 2 of Bending the Rules

The Twelfth Cup of Coffee by Tierfal

Edward/Roy, Coffee Shop Au, Modern Au, Mundane Au, Complete, 44k

The thing with Roy is founded on coffee snobbery and stupid text messages and seriously awesome makeout sessions in the car. Oh, and the love of a lifetime, or whatever.

From the Worst of Times by Batsutousai

Edward/Roy, Edward & Roy, Edward & Team Mustang, Roy & Team Mustang, Bamf Roy, Bamf Ed, Complete, 38k

"From the worst of times," someone had once told a young Roy Mustang, "always come the greatest of gifts." There were times in his life that was all he had to cling to, but it always seemed to hold true, one way or the other.

This Lion is in the Garden by Xyriath

Edward/Ling, Xerxian Ed, Royalty Au, Arranged Marriage, Complete, 26k

Ed’s duties as a prince of Xerxes right now really aren’t that complicated. Establish favorable relations with the nation of Xing. Learn to get along with his betrothed. Don’t offend anyone. Especially don’t offend anyone. What he didn’t predict was getting along with his fiancé perhaps a little too well.

Son of the Desert by ShanaStoryteller

Edward/Roy, Edward & Alphonse,Trisha/Hohenheim, Ishvalan Ed, Ishvalan Al, Friendship/Gen, Bamf Ed, Backstory, Worldbuilding, Complete, 10k

Every time Edward sees the circle on the back Mustang's hand, he wants to scream, wants to reach across the desk and shake him, wants to wrap his hands around the older man's throat and ask if it was worth it, if this desk and his rank is worth the screaming, crying, writhing, burning bodies of his people -

"Something to say, Fullmetal?" Mustang drawls.

Edward snaps the file shut, "Nope."

Part 1 of Ishvalan AU

Sins of the Father by ShanaStoryteller

Trisha/Hohenheim, Hohenheim & Edward, Hohenheim & Alphonse, Edward/Roy, Ishvalan Ed, Ishvalan Al,  Friendship Gen, Worldbuilding, Feelings, Complete, 8k

Hohenheim has been gone for fifteen years. It's time for him to go home - his wife is waiting for him.

Dreaming in Red and Gold by Batsutousai

Edward/Roy, Post Canon Au, Complete, 96k

When Drachma agrees to meet for peace talks at Briggs Fortress, General Roy Mustang is the one sent to represent Amestris. It just so happens that the Drachmans have their own Amestrisan, who is far too skilled at turning the most tedious of discussions into an exciting time.

But Not Buried This Time by Tierfal

Edward/Roy, Post Canon Au, Bamf Ed, Complete, 95k

Once Ed decides that he is categorically not going to rot on the Drachman tundra, dragging his ass out of the jaws of death is actually pretty easy.  ...except when it's not.  At all.  Which is most of the time.

(AU from end of Brotherhood.)

Come What May by Batsutousai

Darius/Heinkel/Edward, Edward & Roy, Edward/Roy, Friendship/Gen, Families of Choice, Post Canon Au, Bamf Ed, Military Au, Complete, 

After the Promised Day, with his alchemy still intact thanks to Hohenheim's sacrifice, Ed finds himself and his chimera team getting dragged into the shadowy world of military secrets in an attempt to keep Bradley's legacy from causing a civil war.

Part 1 of Our Sinner's Redemption

Reverti Ad Praeteritum by Batsutousai

Edward/Roy, Edward & Roy, Edward & Alphonse, Edward & Maes, Friendship/Gen, Mute Edward, Bamf Ed, Bamf Al, Time Travel, Fix It, Complete, 289k

Unwillingly forced to serve as a human trial for a crazy alchemist experimenting with time travel, Edward Elric finds himself standing across from Truth in the moment it takes his leg from him. Armed with the knowledge of what's to come and burdened with guilt for the choices he'd made as an adult, Ed sets out to fix every mistake he ever made and save every life they ever lost, no matter what it takes.

a terrifying clamour of trumpets by ShanaStoryteller

Edward & Alphonse, Edward/Roy, Edward & Izumi, Bamf Ed, Fix It, Complete, 12k

Edward grabs Marcoh’s arm and says, “That stone – what can it heal, exactly?”

The old man’s eyebrows rise to his forehead, and he looks like he already knows the answer when he goes, “Why do you ask, Edward?”

There's no metallic footsteps so there’s no way Al’s close enough to hear them. “I’m sick,” he admits after another moment of deliberation.

Accidents Happen by metisket

Edward & Alphonse, Edward & Harry Dresden, Alphonse & Harry Dresden, Crossover, Crack, Friendship/Gen, Complete, 14k

It’s not so much the strange children falling from the sky that are worrying Harry. It’s more that the children don’t seem to think the situation is all that weird.

“No matter where I go,” Ed said thoughtfully, “there’s a goddamn pyromaniac there waiting for me.”

Repaire du Diable by Batsutousai

Darius/Heinkel/Edward, Edward & Alphonse, Post Canon Au, Complete, 9k

Ed and Al weren't the sort to settle down, despite their best intentions, so they travel, eventually finding Noah again, this time working with a circus that has its share of familiar faces, but also some new ones. Can the Elrics finally find people to settle down with?

[zacekova]

just wanted to let you know that I saw some of your RoyEd posts and I was like, "Hmm, what's that about" because I kind of ship Roy and Riza but I'd always liked Ed and Winry better as besties, so I was like, "lemme check this out" and now I'm reading a 200k!!! word fic and it's aLL YOUR fAuLt

OMYGOD, okay, I am so excited to introduce you to this wonderful world of Royed shipping. I’m extra excited because I literally fell into this ship myself, it was my first official non-canon shipping adventure. I had JUST discovered AO3 and fan fiction within like the previous week or two and was searching through the FMA stuff for fics and color-me-surprised that there was WAY more content for Roy and Ed than any other pairing. It took about a week for curiosity to get the better of me and I finally decided to read a fic and... well yeah, just like that I was hooked. 

Okay, so I’m gonna recommend some of my favorites to you, most of which are probably gonna be from @tierfal because she is a goddess and a fic-writing powerhouse. 

Pretty Good Company by Tierfal 

This was the beginning of the descent, the first Royed fic I ever read and I still really like it, although I don’t think it’s my favorite. Just a typical post-canon Brotherhood get-together fic, not especially different from many others like it, but Tierfal always manages to write things so much better than everyone else. Some additional recommendations by her are the series Leading the Blind and Loud and Clear, though the latter is still ongoing. I also just finished reading But Not Buried This Time and it will forever stand in my memory as the fic that takes like over 50,000 words what most people would tell in like 5,000 and yet I was never even slightly bored. The first chapter alone literally blows my mind. Her prose is the eighth wonder of the world. 

Reverti ad Praeteritum by Batsutousai 

This has got to be the absolute best time-travel fic in existence. I am not exaggerating. 250k+  of rewriting the entire Brotherhood storyline when The Truth gives Ed a second chance, a do-over on the whole adventure. I have never seen someone take that trope and write it so well. It will take you forever to read this but it is so beyond worth it. 

The Ishvalan AU 

I’ve seen a couple of different takes on this idea, but I like ShanaStoryteller’s the best. Basically Trisha was an Ishvalan. Ed and Al still look the same but the whole Ishvalan Conflict and whatnot is seen in a different light because of this single change. It’s also written in kind of a distant, dreamy quality, a bit formal too, that I really like. The story isn’t really super focused on the Royed relationship itself, but it is a good story anyway. And it has a happy ending. 

States of Matter by Tierfal 

Okay, so this is just one of hundreds of silly one-shots but for some reason I just really like this one. It’s sweet and humorous and I’m a nerd who likes science jokes. It’ll give you some fuzzy feels and is a nice break from a lot of the heavy stuff I’ve recc-ed so far. 

Sel Euraidd by Winds_of_Water 

If you like ugly crying, this is the fic I didn’t expect to like but now have to recommend. Edward is a selki, which is one of those odd mythological creatures that doesn’t get talked about much and didn’t really appeal to me plot-wise at first. But I really like the story, despite the sobbing I was subjected to because of it. 

So those are some of my top favorites. I am a shameless multi, so I still definitely like Roy/Riza and Ed/Winry but Roy and Ed have such an interesting dynamic and there’s a lot of potential for angst which I am a total slut for. 

Feel free to come scream at me over these two literally anytime, I love them. 

[zmediaoutlet]

MoL!AU

With @thebratfarrar​‘s permission, I’m posting an except from our monstrously long AU fic, in which Abaddon never possesses Josie and so Henry doesn’t get sent forward in time, and many alternate paths are taken. We think that it will be rad, but omg, so long. Here’s a little snip in case anyone is interested.

The package really isn’t much bigger than a standard three-ring binder, the kind Jenn uses to collect her thousands of English lit notes. Sam tears off the brown paper and tosses it over onto the passenger side of the seat and--it’s a cardboard box, plain, but a plain envelope’s stuck to it. He tears it off, tears it open, and inside there’s a single sheet of thick, cream-colored paper, an Aquarian star embossed in the center, and there’s Dad’s neat handwriting, again:

Dean, it reads. I’ve picked up a lead. It will be dangerous, but it is necessary for the work I’ve been doing. This package contains all the information you will need to continue, if I don’t succeed. Do not open this unless you receive confirmation of my death. If that happens, you know what you have to do.

It’s signed with a terse JW, along with a shape that Sam’s pretty sure is the Phoenician aleph, though who knows why.

Sam stares at the letter, for a minute. He knew he was leaving--knew he was going to disappear, for god knows how long, and he couldn’t pick up the damn phone. Sam doesn’t crumple the letter, though it’s tempting. He stuffs it back in its envelope, his throat tight, and turns to the box. No obvious warding on it, no magic sealing it tight--just plain packing tape, and Sam doesn’t really think about it. He flips the keys in his hand and uses one as a makeshift boxcutter, slicing the damn thing open in a quick move, because he wants to see what was so important that John Winchester would bother sending it along to his son.

Cardboard flaps peeled back--something wrapped in more brown paper. He pulls that away, and--and it’s Dad’s journal. It’s Dad’s journal, and Sam just stares at the box in his lap, shocked into stillness. Whenever their dad bothered to come home, when Sam was little, all he got was, that’s Dad’s, don’t touch it, from Dean--and it was serious, a rule, harder and stronger than practicing Latin declensions and recognizing the signs of a banshee roosting. Sam touches the black leather of the cover, made soft with the years. He’d asked, once, what their dad was always writing, and Dean had shaken his head, steered Sam away into a game of find-the-ghost. Don’t worry about it, Sammy, he’d been told, and he hadn’t, but now--

He lifts the journal out of its box. It’s thick, ruffled with tucked-in newspaper clippings, post-its and random notes jutting out between the pages. A glance out the driver’s window proves that no one’s watching--and of course, of course they aren’t, but he still feels like he’s under surveillance as he props the spine of the thing against the steering wheel and finally folds the cover back.

Embossed inside the front cover: J. WINCHESTER, in thick raised letters. The first page is in an unfamiliar hand. To John, it says, in a wide looping cursive. Aspicio praeteritum, tueor futurum. Sam traces a finger over the words, wondering, and then flips to the first few pages.

It starts, Today I am a Man. January 4, 1973. This is really it. This is their dad, starting out as an initiate. Sam flicks through the pages. Brief details of research, lists of omens and monsters, articles taped in with notes spidering off the newsprint, all laid out neatly in their dad’s well-practiced hand. Drawings, of shadows and monsters, going on and on through the years, and he flips to the end to find another little list addressed to Dean--instructions on where to go, what to do, how to continue the work, with no indication as to what the work actually is. Impersonal and businesslike and just like a Warder, giving orders to a subordinate without giving too much away.

[ao3feedsastiel]

Praeteritum, Praesens, Futurum.

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2xci84q

by kj_graham

Castiel Novak and Sam Winchester have both been teachers at East Bunker High School for years now. And, well, Castiel has already written his own history book headline for the current situation...“Male in his prime continually fails to attract desired mate due to bad interpersonal skills and constant misunderstanding.”

For the theme "AU" for Sastiel Love Week.

Words: 1724, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Sastiel Love Week 2o2o, Part 1 of Te Amo, Dominus Novak

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Castiel, Sam Winchester, Dean is mentioned - Character, Becky Rosen is mentioned

Relationships: Castiel/Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, other characters to be added - Freeform, Fluff, Semi-Slow Burn, Alternate Universe, AU: High school teachers

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2xci84q

[profanepurity]

assuming that having a single white eye is a trait exclusive to the emeritus bloodline, did anybody question why Copia had it when he first came to the church or did everyone assume he was just another one of Nihil’s bastards

The following is AU content! While the white eye is a trait that is found in the Emeritus bloodline, it's not actually exclusive, at least not technically. Because the white eye is so common in the Emeritus family, it's now assumed to be an exclusive feature. It's as if the bloodline has been eternally blessed by Hell. Even those that marry into the family, such as Prime Movers, will receive the white eye during the wedding ritual. However, there has been a few cases, documented and undocumented, in the past of the white eye appearing on those that are not part of the bloodline. The origin of the white eye is said to be a mark that Lucifer will give to his chosen few that serve a special purpose in his plan. The Devil's own eyes are also mismatched and pale, so to share a trait with him marks those with the white eye as blessed and special. In fact, when Sister Imperator brought Copia to the church as an "orphan", one of her justifications for it was because she found him with the, "Blessed Eye". When Copia was a child, the fact that he had this feature was enough for the clergy to accept him. They permitted him to rise in the ranks and become a cardinal. Obviously, Lucifer has some kind of purpose for this... "unremarkable man". With that information in mind, it's painfully ironic that Copia is the only clergy member to have never heard Lucifer's voice...

[ao3feed-castiel]

Praeteritum, Praesens, Futurum.

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2xci84q

by kj_graham

Castiel Novak and Sam Winchester have both been teachers at East Bunker High School for years now. And, well, Castiel has already written his own history book headline for the current situation...“Male in his prime continually fails to attract desired mate due to bad interpersonal skills and constant misunderstanding.”

For the theme "AU" for Sastiel Love Week.

Words: 1724, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Sastiel Love Week 2o2o, Part 1 of Te Amo, Dominus Novak

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Castiel, Sam Winchester, Dean is mentioned - Character, Becky Rosen is mentioned

Relationships: Castiel/Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, other characters to be added - Freeform, Fluff, Semi-Slow Burn, Alternate Universe, AU: High school teachers

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2xci84q

[createpeacefromchaos]

Writing Update

So since I’m finally doing more writing, thanks to a cool little website called “4thewords”, I’ve decided to do a fortnightly update of what I’m working on, including little snippets. We’ll see how long that lasts, but I’m going to try.

Fanfiction

“Like A House On Fire (We’re Up In Flames)” - A “Mr & Mrs Smith” AU, Anko/Rin

"They did what?!" Obito's voice, even through the phone, was loud enough to make Rin wince a little and pull it away from her ear. "Volume, please," she snapped, and heard him huff just as she tucked her mobile between ear and shoulder. She needed both hands for her thigh holster. "I just said they tried to make me and Anko off each other."

“Save Me (Just In Time)” - Time-travel fix-it, Sakura/Sakumo

Sakura listened with only part of her attention as Sakumo's team gave their verbal report, instead focusing the majority of her concentration on the few more serious injuries among them. The Hyuuga woman had broken one of her arms, which was the worst of the injuries, while a couple of the others - less instantly recognisable, though familiar in a way that suggested Sakura knew relatives of theirs - had stab wounds in non-vital areas. There was a mild concussion and a sprained ankle among them, but those were healed easily enough. There was one part of Sakumo's report that drew her attention, though, making her pause in her healing of a gash to one of the men's shoulders. "Repeat that, please," she interrupted, drawing everyone else's attention to her. She didn't back down from the almost judgemental looks, instead meeting Sakumo's dark-eyed gaze with confidence. "What you just said. The other party. Repeat that, please?"

“Sarcasm” - a series of snippets from various fandoms based on last week’s reblog of this post

"I know why we can't use alchemy, but this is going a little far, don't you think?" the older alchemist asked. "Remind me again who decided to kill the Fuhrer as their first act upon being flung back in time?" Ed demanded. Roy didn't blush, but it was a near thing. "I panicked," he muttered, and Ed snorted.

“Nothing Here Will Be The Same” - Yu Yu Hakusho & Harry Potter crossover fic, inspired by this cracky oneshot and my desire to write a fem!Yusuke fic.

She woke to an unholy, wordless screech, the sound cutting off abruptly into offended, pained gurgling, and squinted blearily towards the source to find Kazuma buckled to the floor, clutching his midsection with a pained expression on his face. Beside him stood Hiei, who rolled his eyes at Kazuma's whimpering. "Why the screaming, idiot?" Yuka demanded, and Kazuma spluttered incoherently, wheezing slightly as he gestured at her. Or rather, Yuka realised, at the way Kurama was still curled around her. "Oh, for fuck's sake," she grumbled, rolling her eyes and turning her back on her idiot friend. She ignored his renewed spluttering, instead tucking her head into Kurama's chest as the kitsune chuckled. "Miss Yuriko would murder me if I had any designs on any of her kits, Kuwabara," he said calmly. "Besides, our dear friend here is not my type." "Fuck off, I'm a fuckin' delight," Yuka grumbled.

“Let’s Try This Again” - Fullmetal Alchemist time-travel fic, inspired by Batsutousai’s “Reverti ad Praeteritum” (found here)

Ed tilted his head back, staring up at the building before him with a completely blank expression. "Brother?" Al's young, still thankfully completely human, voice asked softly, and Ed shifted his golden gaze to his little brother. His blank expression slid away, replaced with fond affection as he reached out and ruffled his baby brother's hair gently. "I'm alright, Al," he assured gently. Al didn't looked like he believed him, but he nodded anyway. "Come on, little brother, we have an appointment to keep."

And an as-yet-untitled Katekyo Hitman Reborn Sentinel AU, in which Tsuna and Hibari are a Sentinel/Guide pair and Reborn (and the Vongola) have no fucking clue who they’re dealing with.

The first thought that crossed Kyōya’s mind when he laid eyes on tiny, fluffy-looking Sawada Tsunayoshi was ‘mine’. It was also the first word to leave his mouth, drawing his Sentinel’s attention straight to him even as the adults in the room turned and stared at him in shock and slight horror.

Original Work

“Shockwaves” (working title) - Sequel to “Smoke & Dragonfire”, which is currently in the editing process to be published around December. A supervillain loses her memory and is taken in by a group of superheroes.

She was even more sure, now, that she had been a villain. A strong one too, considering how many times her fragment-memories had seemed to have her surrounded and being ganged up on by multiple masked-and-costumed people she could only assume were heroes and Masked. It made her wonder why they were being so kind to her. Honestly, why would they give her the opportunity to regain her memory where she could easily escape? Even without her memories, she could think of multiple ways to escape this building and disappear into the city streets. That wasn't even including the option of slipping out the bathroom window, descending along the outer wall of the building, and ducking into the nearest alley, which was something she had realised was possible the moment she discovered the bathroom window was rather large and opened far enough for her to squeeze out the gap. But she would stay for now - it was kind of nice, being welcomed the way she was. Even if she didn't trust them as far as she could throw them, she would stay with the heroes and their Masked friends for the moment. There wasn't any point in leaving when she didn't know where she could or would go.

[cooldoodjames-blog]

A list of the fanfics that are really important to me

Reverti Ad Praeteritum by Batsutousai

Status: Complete

Rating: M

Words: 288,908

Chapters: 30

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist

Relationships: Edward Elric/Roy Mustang, minor side/canon pairings

Summary: Unwillingly forced to serve as a human trial for a crazy alchemist experimenting with time travel, Edward Elric finds himself standing across from Truth in the moment it takes his leg from him. Armed with the knowledge of what's to come and burdened with guilt for the choices he'd made as an adult, Ed sets out to fix every mistake he ever made and save every life they ever lost, no matter what it takes.

Peter Parker’s Home for the Wayward Villain by BeanieBaby

Status: Complete

Rating: T

Words: 90,000

Chapters: 43

Fandom: Marvel

Relationships: Mostly Gen, Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, minor side/canon pairings

Summary: A really long redemption story.

If You Liked the Book, You’ll Hate the Movie by paparclipbitch

Status: Complete

Rating: T

Words: 57,918

Chapters: 5

Fandom: X-men

Relationships: Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, Hank McCoy/Alex Summers, Sean Cassidy/Mystique(Raven), minor side pairings

Summary: Modern-Day High School AU. It’s not until Hank realises half the class are glancing towards the back of the classroom with something like nerves and something like schadenfreude that he finds out Alex Summers is back.

All The Leaves Are Brown (And the sky is gray) by AvocadoLove

Status: Complete

Rating: T

Words: 17,424

Chapters: 11

Fandom: Marvel

Relationships: Very Gen, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Tony Stark/Pepper Pots

Summary: The Winter Soldier's mission is nearly complete. Howard and Maria Stark are dead, leaving him to dispatch their four-year-old child. One quick twist of the neck is all it will take, but the Soldier finds he cannot do it. So instead of killing Tony Stark, the Winter Soldier takes him away to raise as his own.

Half Price Gemini by DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee

Status: Complete

Rating: T

Words: 93,388

Chapters: 23

Fandom: Supernatural

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, minor side/canon pairings

Summary: After his twin's death and a hospital mix-up eccentric artist Castiel is left with his brother Jimmy's identity and responsible for Claire, Jimmy's young daughter. Afraid of losing his niece if social services learns of the name-switch, Cas & Claire move to a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. A town full of Winchesters, nosy ones. Things spiral out of control.

[cywscross]

Fic Recs

For @bakatora​ who - to my interpretation - asked for some heartwarming, uplifting plotty fics you can sink your teeth into and come out feeling better because reality is hard right now, which I honestly really need myself. I’ve been so busy with exams and essays for the past three weeks, I haven’t even been writing fanfic, I think this is actually the longest I’ve ever gone without writing something, and I’m still not finished. Last exam is on Friday, and then I’m gonna crash.

But anyway, I’ll list these by fandom since you said any, and most of them are complete too, hope you enjoy :)

Boku no Hero Academia

but you gotta get up at least once more by simkjrs

Midoriya Izuku does not let his lack of a Quirk prevent him from being strong. Also known as that one AU where Izuku follows the ridiculous training regimen of Saitama from One Punch Man and becomes stronger than anyone ever imagined he could be.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Welcome to the Hellmouth! Part Deux by OffYourBird

Summary: It's been 20 years since the Hellmouth closed, and Buffy has realized that awakening the Potentials has had a vicious side effect. Or rather, several. Left with the choice to either lead or follow as the current present gets erased, Buffy risks everything to go back to the Hellmouth... and back to the one being she thought she'd never see again.

Her Way by dreamweaver

After Spike burns up in the Hellmouth, Buffy demands that the Oracles send her back in time.

Changes by dreamweaver

This is fluff, a sequel to "Her Way", a romp through all the changes everybody has to go through once Buffy and Spike claim each other.

Something Redux by dreamweaver

A year after Spike’s death in the Hellmouth, Buffy is flung back in time.

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

The Graves Identity by Mishafied

He doesn't remember who he is or how he ended up injured in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness; all he knows is his name is Percival, and he owes his life to the shy, redheaded zoologist who saved him. But unfortunately, just because he doesn't remember his past doesn't mean it can't come back to haunt him. This is the story of how Percival got his happily ever after, and then had to fight to keep it.

Final Fantasy VII

Company by esama

Cloud stopped planning a life in ShinRa and ShinRa definitely made no plans for him.

Rock Bottom by esama

In which Cloud is so not doing this again. Except then he is.

Fullmetal Alchemist

Reverti Ad Praeteritum by Batsutousai

Unwillingly forced to serve as a human trial for a crazy alchemist experimenting with time travel, Edward Elric finds himself standing across from Truth in the moment it takes his leg from him. Armed with the knowledge of what's to come and burdened with guilt for the choices he'd made as an adult, Ed sets out to fix every mistake he ever made and save every life they ever lost, no matter what it takes.

demon alchemist by metisket

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re doin’ your best. It’s just your best isn’t quite good enough, Colonel. So while you’re doing whatever the hell it is you do, I’ll be here cleaning up after you.”

Game of Thrones

if you try to break me, you will bleed by Dialux

It had been a slash across her chest from a White Walker’s sword that finally ended her life. Sansa’d landed in a puddle of her own blood, and she’d died quickly, quietly. And then she’d awoken with a gasp, trembling, in a bed that had burned under Theon’s betrayal.

Harry Potter

The Sum of Their Parts by holdmybeer

For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would become a Dark Lord. For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would take down the Ministry or die trying. He should have known that Hermione and Ron wouldn't let him do it alone.

Gelosaþ in Écnesse by Batsutousai

Caught in the backlash of Voldemort's Killing Curse, Harry is thrown through time to a world so very different from his own.

Hikaru no Go

Watch and Learn by Trial and Error by esama

When God gives Hikaru his wish, he begins his journey again with a new goal in life, to prevent Sai from fading.

a hundred year of memories by aimichan

Sai is reborn as Shindou Hikaru with all of his memories intact.

The Relative Value of Things by rageprufrock

Touya Akira isn't the only person who wants.

Jurassic World

Pushing Boundaries by Macx

Masrani Global recruited him to train raptors. It was an intriguing, novel idea, something only a crazy or insane person would attempt. Owen wasn't crazy or insane. He knew he could do this. He just didn't know how deep he would get into it, how strong the connection to the pack would become, how close... they, the four of them, would become to him. His grandfather had always warned him: don't get too close. Don't let them connect. Well, it was too late for that now.

Kingsman

Care and Custody by esama

Eggsy takes out the medal in slightly worse circumstances, asking for a miracle.

Marvel

Run 'Verse by themonkeycabal

Darcy's not quite sure what she'll do with another dad.

Nobody's heroes by boleyn13

“This job... we try to save as many people as we can. Sometimes that doesn't mean everybody. But if we can't find a way to live with that, next time... maybe nobody gets saved.” At the end of the day Steve did save everybody. He saved Bucky from Tony, his team from the government, the world from the Sokovia Accords. Some time would probably have to pass for things to blow over, and then everything would go back to normal. Couple of days. Tops. After all Team Cap saved everybody, showing the world how dangerous the accords were, how easily they could be abused. Even their supporters had to come to their senses now. Yet five days after Siberia nobody feels safe. Things don’t calm down and suddenly it’s again Steve against the rest of the world. Only now it’s not some international organisation or government but the people. The ones he had saved. Slowly Captain America must realize that they don’t feel saved but angry, hurt and scared. The people demand justice for those who were really trying to save them and paid the price for it.

Naruto

backslide by blackkat

Naruto’s friends are gone, his lover is dying, Konoha is destroyed, and Madara’s second return has pushed the entire world to the brink. Hunted and harried, Naruto is sent back in time to upend Madara’s plan before it even starts, and sets about changing everything. Butterfly effect nothing: the world is at stake, and Naruto is hardly about to let it fall to ruin once more. Not while he’s still breathing.

Stormborn by blackkat

(The soul of a city is a hard thing to kill. Uzushio is still aware, still waiting. And now, with the rebirth of her greatest Kage, it’s time to call her people home.)

An Invincible Summer by ShanaStoryteller

When Naruto is five, he's gutted by a drunken civilian and presumed dead. Six months later a girl with ash pale hair and dark blue eyes enters the Academy.

Star Wars

Letters... by flamethrower

When Jedi Master Tahl is murdered, Qui-Gon Jinn leaves the Order, and his Padawan. Obi-Wan Kenobi isn't about to let him go that easily.

Re-Entry by flamethrower

Re-Entry is an alternate universe epic that spans time and possibility. Obi-Wan Kenobi, while still a young Padawan, suffers an injury and wakes up with all of the memories, experience, training, and Force-strength of Old Ben Kenobi. It isn't long before the Jedi discover that Anakin Skywalker, a five-year-old slave from the Outer Rim, has undergone the exact same change. Obi-Wan and Anakin bear the scars of harsh lessons learned; those who love them must learn those lessons quickly, before the mistakes of old are repeated.

Supernatural

I Melted Wax To Fix My Wings by TardisIsTheOnlyWayToTravel

After four torturous months Sam has his brother back, but Dean is accompanied by an angel with a terrible task for them both: help stop the impending apocalypse, or see the world destroyed. Sam has no idea what to do next when the Trickster turns up, blonde and female this time but as maddening as ever, promising assistance. As time passes Sam finds himself slowly coming to depend on the pagan Trickster god, but just when it looks like the apocalypse can be averted, the Winchester luck kicks in and threatens to ruin everything - including Sam's friendship with Loki.

The Laughter of Dead Tricksters by onthewaters

After Dean returns from Hell, the boys have an encounter with another Trickster and Gabriel ends up assisting. And then there is that whole Lilith thing.

Teen Wolf

Naughty Hookers (Swathed in Wool) by pprfaith

Stiles is happy with his store, his hobbies, his friends. Peter's just trying to figure out how to raise his nieces and nephew without fucking them up too badly. Paths cross.

All In A Spin by ShippersList

Stiles can't really talk anymore but, with Peter, he realizes he doesn't have to. Even if their spoken communication consists of one swear word and stuttered syllables, they understand each other. And that's what counts.

If You Want to Sing Out, Sing Out by mia6363

Commander Stilinski looked like he fell out of a propaganda video, his armor still smoking as he pulled off his helmet and handed it off to First Officer Argent. He had a few bruises down his neck but his smile was bright. “Glad to see you safe and sound, Mr. Hale. I’d hate for Derek to lose a member of his family.” “I told you,” Derek snapped at his superior, “he’s not worth this, Commander.”

Out Of The East, Never See The Sun Rise by ladypigswagon

In the beginning, there are three absolutes. One. Stiles is a god, forged of starlight and collapsing galaxies and he is eternal. Two. Peter is human, fragile bone and viscous blood and he is temporary. Three. Stiles and Peter are in love; love that claws its way inside one’s heart like fish hooks; all encompassing love that is beautiful but dangerous. Stiles is a god. Peter is human. They love each other. Three absolutes.

Save Me by DiscontentedWinter

Peter is the Alpha. He's nobody's savior. Not his pack's. Not his town's. And not that kid's. But sometimes salvation goes both ways.

Kitty Quintuplets by iCheat (short but hella fluffy if you need a pick-me-up)

Prompt: Imagine person A getting home really drunk one night and they tell person B that they're pregnant with kittens.

The Unexpected Marriage of Peter Hale by moonstalker24

This is the story of how Peter gets married without technically dating anyone. “You can bring your boyfriend with you,” Talia says. Peter stops giving Henry more bits of dried fruit to stare at his sister “Boyfriend?” “Of course!” Talia gestures at Stiles who looks around behind him with wide eyes. “I’m sure the whole family would be interested in meeting your young man.”

The Sphinx of Beacon Hills by Guede

Stiles is a sphinx, and he’s winging his way to visit his buddy Scott when a storm drops him in Beacon Hills, the craziest, crankiest, coldest place ever. And somehow, he ends up with a bunch of werewolves.

Proposing To Strangers by moonstalker24

At the end of a strained relationship, crime novelist Stiles chooses to hide from the world inside a bar with far too many motorcycles outside it for comfort. Here he'll meet the man of his dreams, eat food and propose marriage, all within the first five minutes. Peter doesn't know who this kid is, but he's cute and looks like he could use a break. So he feeds him. He's not expecting a marriage proposal, but with what comes after, he doesn't really mind.

it's not the color i came in by nezstorm

Stiles is a bit of an anomaly among the Omegas he knows, or everyone on the spectrum really. For him, heats are about comfort and safety, and not at all about sex.

Whiskey is My Kind of Lullaby by taylorpotato

Peter is a simple saloon owner on one of the outer planets between the Aaru Belt and the Olympus Galaxy. He’s done with trouble. Done with adventure. So fucking done with rustlers. That is, until a cute young outlaw named Stiles wanders into his bar. Peter has this problem where he can’t seem to resist charming narcissists (perhaps because they remind him of himself). And when said narcissists turn his life upside-down, the worst part is he’s not even that upset about it.

Crossovers

Whispers in Corners by esama (HPxSherlock)

Everything started with a stumble - his new life in a new world as well as his surprisingly successful career as a medium.

There May Be Some Collateral Damage by metisket (BleachxHP)

Ichigo’s been ordered to go undercover at a magic school to bodyguard a kid named Harry Potter, and this would be fine, except that he’s about as good at bodyguarding as he is at magic. And he considers it a good day, magic-wise, if he hasn’t set anything on fire.

Of Wizards and Heroes by littlelightsinourheart (storyforsomeone) (HPxMarvel)

Centuries after that fatal day of the battle of Hogwarts, Harry Potter has fallen into legend, a bedtime story parents tell their children, a name whispered around campfires. He wanders the world alone and immortal, until one single reckless moment sends him hurtling into a parallel dimension of heroes and villains. A new enemy arises from an ancient power, and Harry must take a stand as the last wizard to protect this new world. If only SHIELD would stop trying to track him down...and someone could explain what the hell was an 'Avenger' was supposed to be. Honestly, muggles...

Cardcaptor Harry by LunaStorm (Cardcaptor SakuraxHP)

In which both Albus Dumbledore and Clow Reed would have done well to remember that there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in any philosophy... or predicted by the most imprecise branch of magic...

i blinked (and there you were) by Della19 (Doctor WhoxKingsman)

The Weeping Angels, Eggsy reads on the stolen Torchwood intel. Aliens that pose as statues, and kill their victims by sending them back in time and feeding off their years not lived in the present. The politest psychopaths in the universe, a note reads, scrawled in what looks like a doctor’s chicken scratch on the edge of the page by someone who clearly had a perverse sense of humour. A one way trip, the report concludes; you get transported by the angels, and it’s the slow road back to the present for you. Eggsy lays his head back on the wall, takes stock of his situation. He’s lost 30 years - three years more than his entire lifespan up ’til now - in the blink of an eye, and now he’s stuck here, in 1988. Three years before he’s even born. Arthur, the prick, is sure to be heading up the Kingsmen, and Merlin, if he’s even there would be…20, maybe. Fuck, so fucking young. Shite, even Harry’d only be… Alive, Eggsy thinks, and finds himself sitting down hard from where his knees can’t hold him. This is 1988, and Harry’s 23, and alive. Suddenly, being stuck in 1988 doesn’t seem so bad. Or, the one where love means changing the future.

[somniapluviae-blog]

Der epikureische Weise: Cicero, De finibus liber I,62,2-3 und 62,5

Sic enim ab Epicuro

So (=folgendermaßen) wird von Epikur nämlich

sapiens semper beatus inducitur: 

der stets glückselige Weise eingeführt (= vorgestellt):

finitas habet cupiditates, neglegit mortem, 

er hält seine Begierden begrenzt, er kümmert sich nicht um den Tod,

de diis inmortalibus 

von den unsterblichen Göttern

sine ullo metu vera sentit, 

meint/glaubt (sentire kann auch “meinen” oder “glauben” bedeuten: ich habe so ein Gefühl, dass ich glaube...) er ohne jegliche/irgendeine (ullus,a,um so gut wie immer in verneinenden Formulierungen, hier: sine) Furcht zutreffende Dinge (vera = Akk.Pl.Ntr. von verum = das Wahre, das Zutreffende) 

non dubitat, si ita melius sit, 

er zögert nicht, wenn es so besser (melius = n; melior = m/f) sein mag/sollte,

migrare de vita.

aus dem Leben zu scheiden.

His rebus instructus semper est in voluptate.

Mit diesen Dingen gerüstet befindet (esse als Vollverb) er sich stets in (dem Zustand) der Lust.

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62,4 wurde ausgelassen [neque enim tempus est ullum, quo non plus voluptatum habeat quam dolorum. = und es gibt nämlich nicht irgendeinen (= keinen) Zeitpunkt, zu welchem (Relativpronomen im Abl.temporis) er nicht mehr Lust besitzt als Schmerz] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Nam et praeterita grate meminit 

Denn er erinnert sich (meminisse, memini: eins der vier verba defectiva, die ausschließlich über eine Perfektform verfügen, die aber präsentische Bedeutung haben. Die anderen drei sind odisse=hassen, novisse=kennen und cognovisse=kennen)  sowohl an vergangene Dinge (praeterita = Akk.Pl.n. von praeteritum = vorbeigegangen; PPP von praeterire, praetereo, praeterii, praeteritum = vorbeigehen an etwas) gerne (grate = Adv.)

et praesentibus (temporibus) ita potitur, 

als auch macht er sich die gegenwärtigen Zeiten so zueigen (potiri, potior, potitus sum + Ablativ = wörtlich: sich einer Sachen bemächtigen)

ut animadvertat, 

dass (ut consecutivum; wegen des ita) er bemerkt/wahrnimmt,

quanta sint ea quamque iucunda, 

wie bedeutend diese (= ea -tempora-) sind (latein. Konjunktiv, weil quantus,a,um= wie groß, wie bedeutend ein Fragewort ist: Indirekter Fragesatz) und wie angenehm (iucunda = Pl.Ntr. Bezug immer noch tempora)

neque pendet ex futuris, sed expectat illa, 

und er ist nicht abhängig (pendere, pendeo, pependi,--- = (herab)hängen) von zukünftigen Dingen (Ntr.Pl.), sondern erwartet jene (Ntr.Pl.)

fruitur praesentibus 

er genießt (frui, fruor, fructus/fruitus sum + Ablativ = Genuss haben an etwas, etwas genießen, sich an etwas erfreuen) die gegenwärtigen Dinge (Abl.Pl.Ntr.)

[der Rest von 62,5 wurde auch weggelassen]

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Ich habe 2 Kritikpunkte: 

Erstens zur Philosophie Epikurs: Leider wird der für das Glückskonzept Epikurs wesentliche Begriff der Lust = voluptas = hedonä hier nicht erläutert. Das muss dringend geklärt werden (vergleiche meine Posts weiter unten), wenn man den Text wirklich verstehen will, muss man die Philosophie Epikurs kennen!!!!

Zweitens zu den Werken der Autoren: Es wird hoffentlich noch behandelt, was das für Werke sind, aus denen gelesen wird: Wie sie formal (äußerlich) angelegt sind (in Büchern, als Brief, als Rede,...., was ihre Wirkungsabsicht ist, zu welchem Zweck sie geschrieben wurden, wann sie geschrieben wurden, pipapo.

[profanepurity]

What exactly are imperator and saltarian doing? How do they even hold power against the lords of hell?

Reference: The Coronation of the Virgin by Diego Velázquez I've been saving this ask for a while now. Saltarian and Imperator's motivations and their power over the Lords of Hell will be explained in Child of Her Grave Chapter 1 is up now on AO3! (Trigger/ Content Warnings: Violence/ blood/ gore, heavy oc content, Ghost AU (Praeteritum AU) Just under 6k words!)