#t: where angels fear to tread

[marvelous-llama]

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Where Angels Fear To Tread by @lisired

Jaehyun x fem!reader (wc - 14.5k) fwb to lovers - fluff, implied smut, angst(ish) Three years ago, you had a summer fling with Jung Jaehyun, and what was simply sex turned into more after you caught feelings for him. Then, you find out he has a girlfriend, and decide to call it quits. Three years later, he’s back in town, trying to come back in your life, and most importantly trying to come back into your heart, but you’re a little hesitant to let him.

Arranged by @smileysuh

Jaehyun x fem!reader (wc - 3.5k) established relationship, arranged marriage, mafia AU - smut you give your arranged marriage to Jaehyun a chance

he fell first, and he fell harder by @taurusdaylight

Jaehyn x fem!reader (wc - 18.7k) childhood best friends to lovers, university AU, mutual pining, change of PoV - angst, fluff jeong jaehyun really loves basketball. but also, he’s terribly in love with his childhood best friend of seventeen years, you.

His Love In Her Force by @anashins

Jaehyun x fem!reader (wc - 28k) slowburn, detective!Jaehyun, ballerina!reader, fake marriage AU - angst, fluff, smut, romance, hurt/comfort Fleeing from a ruthless stalker, you are forced to participate in a witness protection program at the other side of the world, pretending to be the wife of a taciturn undercover detective from now on. Despite all differences, you slowly start to settle with your new life as a married couple - until your newfound happiness is stripped away from you all over again.

Snow in London by @anashins

Jaehyun x fem!reader (wc - 4.2k) idol!Jaehyun, escort!reader - fluff, smut, crack(ish), romance Jaehyun has to spend Christmas alone in London and figures that with money, you can buy anything - even company to make him feel less alone.

All the Pretty and Ugly Things by @anashins

Jaehyun x fem!reader (wc - 27.5k) idol!Jaehyun, established relationship, second chance - angst, fluff, smut, hurt/comfort, romance He stands in the spotlight, but the only one he's looking at is you. Until one day, the sparks in his eyes are gone and the Jaehyun you know privately is only a lifeless shell of the Jaehyun he pretends to be on stage. Crumbling under the pressure of being an idol, you try to share his baggage, but there is only so much a human can take.

wish i never by @lisired

Jaehyun x fem!reader (wc - 27.2k) forbidden love, slowburn - angst, fluff, smut Your brother, Johnny, hates Jaehyun and has never told you why. Although you intend on leaving it alone, unforeseen events thrust you into a forbidden love affair with Jaehyun. In between hookups and stolen kisses, you have to bury your feelings for Jaehyun around your overprotective older brother.

Strawberry Sunday by @babbymochiiii

Dojaejung x fem!reader (wc - 12.6k) friends to lovers - fluff, angst(ish), smut Doyoung, Jungwoo, and Jaehyun each have a crush on you, while you do like 'em as well, but in order to find out if your shy nature with them is because you also feel the same way, they take things to the next level, by themselves and together.

Spot! by @starryhyuck

Johnny x fem!reader x Jaehyun (wc - 3.5k) Challengers AU - smut johnny suh and jeong jaehyun are determined to prove their worth to you in this year’s tennis competition. you all end up receiving more than you expected.

mission: prom by @rosietaeyongswife

Jaehyun x fem!reader (wc - 7k) teenage romance - angst, fluff, hurt/comfort? what happenes when prom is in a month, and you haven't been asked out yet?

[9:22 pm] by @gyeomsweetgyeom

Jaehyun x fem!reader (wc - 1.3k) enemies to lovers, academic rivals, university AU - angst, fluff

just like magic by @starryhyuck

Jaehyun x fem!reader (wc - 4k) university AU - fluff, smut jung jaehyun’s body count is almost as high as yours. however, after yuta spreads a nasty rumor, you learn that jaehyun’s always imagined those girls to be you instead.

No Clue by @xomakara

Jaehyun x fem!reader (wc - 11.9k) best friends to lovers, mutual pining, university AU - fluff, angst, smut You're in love with Jaehyun, your best friend, but he has no clue. You have suffered in silence as you have watched him date countless of girls left and right. Graduation is coming up, and you are running out of time to tell him how you feel. Will he finally see that it should have been you all along, or will he break your heart forever?

Cupid in love by @alreadyblondenow

Jaehyun x fem!reader (wc - 3.1k) cupid!Jaehyun, break up - fluff, smut, angst

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[the-barbgurl]

Where angels fear to tread…?

Yeahhh…. Been there… Done that…

Got the t-shirt… Don’t wear it…

[plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows]

FIC: Where Angels Fear To Tread

>> Chapter 1: The Detritus of Empire >> Chapter 46: The Inevitable Present

Rating: T Characters: Plo Koon, Commander Wolffe, the Jedi Council, assorted Jedi & Clone side characters, a whole bunch of OCs Chapters: 46/? Fic Contains– star warstrek crossover, a whole lotta culture clash, discussion of genocide and war and other Clone Wars-typical topics, Jedi culture/worldbuilding, and the authors playing fast and loose with both canons.

THEN: In the midst of the Clone Wars, a newly-minted Jedi Knight vanishes, suspected of defecting. But the woman brought back to face the Council is not Knight Tulin, but an officer of an extragalactic organization that calls itself ‘Starfleet’. Curiosity, and a determination to rectify the mistake, drive Plo Koon to take the lost Commander Chester under his wing. But between Republic Intelligence’s sinister interest in their extra-galactic visitor, the growing Separatist determination to capture her for themselves, and the good Commander’s own determined escape attempts, keeping Chester alive is hard enough–let alone getting her home. NOW: In the horrific wake of Order 66, a badly injured Plo Koon stakes his survival on one last desperate hyperspace jump, to a mysterious anomaly that might offer hope for him–and for what little remains of the Jedi Order. For Captain Diane Chester, Plo’s arrival is confirmation of all her fears. Now, she’s got to keep the Empire’s grubby hands off the Alpha Quadrant with only one ship, one Jedi, and that greatest Starfleet tradition–a hell of a lot of showmanship.

…

As of today, we return to the current timeline! Plo wakes up in another galaxy after surviving Order 66...

We have also reached not quite 220k words published, and not quite 320k written. Guess we're heading for 400k, probably XD

[danpuff-ao3]

Portrait Severus Snape Rec List

A small list of fics featuring the Portrait of Severus Snape. Mostly Snarry except for the last one, which is still sort of Snarry anyway 😄

The Secret Life of Portraits

by acydpop, knowinglook. Rated: T. Words: 6,426.

Severus Snape tries to live the rest of his after life as a portrait as uneventful as possible. Enter Harry Potter.

Moonflowers

by Ataraxia (colourorcolor1). Rated: E. Words: 38,200. Voyeurism/Exhibitionism. Potions Apprentice Harry.

Harry Potter is back at Hogwarts and seeking his Potions Mastery under Slughorn's tutelage. The portrait of Severus Snape is helping too, by giving him plenty of tips, tricks, and insults. But something is strange about this Snape. He can perform magic, and other portraits can't. He has a living body, unconscious and unresponsive in St. Mungo's. And strangest of all, Harry might just be falling in love with him.

Life in Kind

orphaned. Rated: E. Words: 10,392.

Harry believes Snape deserves to be immortalised. As usual, he rushes in where angels fear to tread.

Stillife

by pir8fancier. Rated: E. Words: 36,908. Drama. Angst. Afterlife.

The war has ended. Snape is supposed to be dead. He's not.

faint indirections

by tarteaucitron. Rated: T. Words: 11,391. Hogwarts. Headmaster Percy. Herbology Professor Neville. Main ship: Percy/Neville; background ship: Harry/Severus.

Professor Longbottom converses with Severus Snape's portrait.

[itsnotmourn]

the time i had a nightmare about the spooky month mannequin/skidad

it was a surreal experience

so. in the start of the dream, it was setting up the mood... like picture this: i almost got hit by two trains, one at the speed of a bullet (random) and: i walked alone at night in pitch black, trying to use my memory as a map, trying to use the light of the phone but nothing. it was like the void absorbed the light

i could hear that someone was following me but… they disappeared after i made it through my street. if i held my breath, i could hear the faint footsteps dying away

after surviving the trip across the street, i am now “home”. it wasn't my house but rather was a mix of my two of my cousins. one new, one old. and everything seems okay

but now marks the second part of the dream that’s actually spooky month related

so i immediately walked upstairs for my bed… only to find out that these stairs lead to the ceiling. wtf! i backed off and that’s when i realised one thing:

there were many “unfinished” stairs or ladders towards upstairs

like ?? huh ?? okay, damn. however, there was one correct stairway and i found it

as i tread upstairs, that’s when i noticed someone or something on the floor where i just was: the spooky month mannequin…

just there.

maybe it wasn't in the darkness. you know that liminal backroom feel? where it looks homey but there's that one thing that looks flat? it was more like that. that feeling.

i can't remember if it was “looking” at me or if it was just “standing” there but it did NOT last long because by the time i ran downstairs to investigate, it had shifted into something else entirely

hanging from the stair railings was the strange amalgamation between skidad and the mannequin. he was posed so oddly but yknow i did not like that

(extra context about my thinking bubble and YES it was an actual thought: one of my twitter mutuals was tweeting a lot about the mannequin/skidad so i think they manifested it into my dream HAHAHA)

i gave him a nudge, hoping that he’d fall off… and he did, except he was still holding onto the railings via feet

i went to take out my phone because i wanted to share with my moots (????!???!!)

but by the time i took a pic, the lights flickered out and skidad’s face transforms into a face of horror—like weeping angel energy—and nearly tilted his head closer to me

WAGH!!

(anyways, maybe not directly after but somewhere in my dream, my biggest worry at the time shifted from “i’m going to die” to “no one is going to believe me” so, obviously, this dreams proves that i’m the first to DIE in a horror setting HWHABSND </3)

out of fear, i just bolted upstairs, ignoring the skidad from the railings and after doing some shenanigans, dove right into my bed

but, alas. the night grows longer. skidad was now fully animated now. and he MAY have been pissed that i knocked him out off the railing earlier

as a kid, have you guys ever stayed up late but then had your parent come into your room so you had to pretend to be sleeping when they lean over and check?

he did that! except, instead of my parent, it was a stranger. and instead of leaning over, the stranger is right next to my ear, whispering some nonsense.

it gets insanely fuzzy from there, but at this point, the dream had ended and i awake! the nightmare is over! go away skidad !!!! hate you !!!!!! /j

previous years, i also had a nightmare about n//f//t’s AND the purge in my high school but i think it all means i need to stop consuming horror content for a bit LMAO

[barb-alayna-artstuff]

Where Angels Fear To Tread…

Been there…

Done that…

Got the T-shirt…

Don’t ever wear it…

Arch Angel Barb

Better be on your best behavior…

‘Cuz she will smite your ass…

Do you want to get smote…?

I didn’t think so…

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: January 1, 1985

Lyrics:

I guess I kind of sort of know

I ought to be thinking of you

But a friendship′s built on trust

And that's something you never do

Well who knows - maybe tomorrow

We can share each other′s sorrow

And compare our graveside manner

As we wave our lonely banners

If you ever think of me

I'll be thinking of you

If you decide to change your views

I'm thinking of you

You can walk away from loneliness

Anytime you choose

And you′re the sort of person

That hasn′t anything to lose

But who cares - maybe tomorrow

You can lead and I could follow

So walk where angels fear to tread

For everything you've ever wanted

And if you ever think of me

I′ll be thinking of you

If you can spare an hour or two

You'll know what to do

I could be the one thing there

In your hour of need

So if you decide to change your views

I′m thinking of you

Let's roll the dice

In a fools paradise

Share moonlit nights

Breathing nothing but lies

Let′s open our eyes…

We should take a bus

To somewhere else to something new

Thank God we're alive

And bite off more than we can chew

Do the things that just don't matter

Laugh while others look in anger

Stumble over four leaf clovers

And say goodbye to lonely banners

Songwriter:

If you ever think of me

I′ll be thinking of you

Through thick and thin

I bear it and grin and never give in

I could be the one thing left

In your hour of need

So if you decide to change your views

I′m thinking of you

Thinking of you

Thinking of you

Thinking of you

Terry Hall, Toby Russell

BandFacts:

👉📖

[adastrafanfic]

Ad Astra News - 8/27 - 9/2

State of the Archive Growth remains steady and the September Review Hunt is underway!  First prize being a full-color portrait of a character of your choosing, second prize being a black and white portrait of the same, or you can bank wins for a bigger piece of art!  Or you can toss me a wishlist, too.  Any which way, don't be shy about signing up; it costs nothing and you only have to read and review to participate!  In the meantime--

Weekly Challenge #19: Empathy Be it an actual psionic ability, or just the ability to feel as others do, go ahead and write between 100 and 700 words on empathy! Interpret as liberally or strictly as you like. When you post it to the archive, tag it with Weekly Challenge: Empathy.

Challenge ends September 8th at 11:59PM, Eastern.

Stories Archived ★ denotes Weekly Challenge Entry

Star Trek: Discovery

by lah_mrh Human Touch - G - Ash Tyler| Voq/Christopher Pike Those Left Behind - G - Ash Tyler| Voq & Christopher Pike Ends and Means - G - Christopher Pike, Spock Fragments - G - Ash Tyler| Voq & Christopher Pike

Star Trek: The Original Series

by TheQuietWings Aftermath of a Strange Encounter - G - Hikaru Sulu, Janice Rand, Nyota Uhura

Star Trek: Alternate Original Series

by lah_mrh All in a Day's Work - G - James T. Kirk (AOS)/Spock (AOS) Love and Marriage - G - James T. Kirk (AOS), Sam Kirk (AOS), Winona Kirk (AOS)

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

by nostalgia 501 For Beginners - M - Ezri Dax/Julian Bashir How To Fall Further - M - Julian Bashir/Luther Sloan Pollen - M - Julian Bashir/Miles O'Brien, Keiko O'Brien/Miles O'Brien Some Other Life - G - Julian Bashir/Miles O'Brien The Matter At Hand - M - Elim Garak/Julian Bashir

Star Trek: Voyager

by nostalgia Starless - M - Kathryn Janeway/Chakotay

Expanded Universes

by Hawku Flortarios III - G - Ensemble by LordMcCoveyCove [PODFIC] Communiques - G - Original Characters Damn the Torpedoes! - M - Ensemble Trial of Transfer - T - Ensemble Damn the Torpedoes! Part Two - M - Ensemble Damn the Torpedoes! Part Three - M - Ensemble Milk Run - M - Ensemble by Omicrex46 Star Trek: Fortitude (Season 2) - G - Ensemble Star Trek: Fortitude (Season 3) - G - Ensemble by SevereAnnoyance, squireofgeekdom Where Angels Fear To Tread - T - Plo Koone, Commander Wolffe, Original Characters, xover with Star Wars

[ledhomeonhigh]

An angel fic? It's more likely than you think! 🙏💖

Title: Where Angels Fear to Tread Characters: Olive/Taffy Rated: T for Teen

Fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52079464

[questioned-quetzalcoatl]

Fools Step Boldly where Angels fear to Tread.

PROLOGUE

Rating: T

Parings: New Zealand/Tonga (Hetalia)

Characters: New Zealand, England, Tonga (Mentioned), America (Mentioned)

Variation: Demon/Human AU

Summary: When Heaven and Hell collide, there are those left in the middle. A new dimension opens, breaking the barrier of something that was protected for a millennia. When the devil starts whispering in his ear, Alfred Jones must choose his fate to seal the barrier and discover what became of one Kainga Tukuafu.

Who knew the suicide of a simple mortal could give birth to a new era of Satanic rage.

AN: Authors note at the end of the fic

Previous Fic

Also available on AO3

Night's peace was something that was not to be disturbed.

A crack of thunder followed the flash of red light that illuminated the sky's infinite darkness with the feeling of merciless fury protruding through the clouds that shadowed above the mountains and shrub like plains around Lake Tekapo, and the single building that lay undisturbed in the middle of it, a church. A single bolt of lightning, shattered its roof top and striking it's floors, it alone tore a hole right into the earth. The opening spilt and parted as if to make way for it, arduous and deformed as it blistered and destroyed with a perilous rage that swallowed the earth around it into its deep fiery grave.

Eye like gateways opened with lines of flame burning through it's center before they died down, a haze of dust and smog and the burning smell of Sulphur and death. A dark curtain that ripples through the void like a hungry beast, snarling, growling as it gnashed and slobbered, there is a constant roar, an infernal howl, like a scream of a billion damned souls. The ground shakes beneath, but the air is silent.

It was a portal, large, sprawling and consisted of an assortment of strange tendrils, membranes and toxic biological growth as it had embedded itself into the earth like Hell's mouth itself. A gate of rot and diseases that infected the ground, its opening had torn through the entire crust of the earth, tearing the veil that had been protected for so long, sealed away from ever being opened again. The air is thick, unbearable with the scent of perversion, of evil and sin. The stench of thousands of rotting corpses, the guts of lost souls spilled out into the world. It looked endless, an entrance way so gargantuan even for a dimensional portal holder. Shredding the light around it in a deep glowing crimson, hisses like scraping sheets of metal of something from the portal that had woken perhaps after years of being desolate in it's dormant state.

Something moved, something down there was somehow, alive. Moving down there among the shades of deep crimson and the screeching infernal howl, another plane of existence that was not Hell. Far from it. The portal was everything that was once or might be, surrounded by a purgatorial heat and a chthonic murmur. A vortex like a great burning jaw with a horrible forked tongue that yearned for something lost that it once had; it was both remorse and doom. A mix of good and evil, a collision caused by a rift in the very concept of it and had opened again for one soul to enter after it had been closed off and encased since as far back as recorded time to the biblical era, nothing like this had happened before. Nothing like these requirements of its opening again.

The screams had subsided, the torment was just beginning. Sharp fingernails which dug into his neck as if to draw blood for their own nourishment. The ground is cracked and covered in lava pits which belch smoke as if they were giant, aching wounds. The broken remains of bodies and beasts swirl in the currents of heat and flame. Followed by a roar of some gigantic beast as if an explosion had gone off, dragging him further down, already breaking the entrance's fiery veil, below, a wasteland of rot and forget. Soon to swallow him whole to gorge everything down there and out of existence. A fate that was worse than death, it would make any mortal wishful for death to come sooner so that the jaws of pain would release itself from them. Through the veil, until the end, the pain had stopped with a feeling of normality again. Far from death, far from anything both Hellish and Heavenly. The taste and feel of the dirt against sharp breath and full body pain was below him, something that wasn't him being torn through the entrance veil. It was solid ground, another dimension.

It had been opened once again.

---

He'd waited so long that ice began to cling onto the tips of his wings in large frozen drips, stiffening up the feathers they swayed upon.

Winter’s lacerating hurricanes and whining winds had come and gone, leaving a terrible calmness. The skies above were an unholy mixture of shale-grey clouds and pasty streaks. Callous winter was stifling the world with its icy breath. From up here, he could see nothing but snow covered rooftops of the mortal settlement that lay Northwest of the United States, Minnesota. Why he agreed to meet him here, he didn't know. Perhaps it was because it was the middle of their two respective nations that are on the other side of Earth. He stood invisible to all of them below upon a taller rooftop of an olden brick Church, for he was no mortal being himself, far from it.

An Angel, a Seraphim specifically. Leader of the Arch-angel's, considered God's 'second in command' yet that title nipped more at him than the cold did, despite having six wings in three pairs to cover himself with.

Winters slavering fangs had come and gone. Its lacerating winds had stripped the last leaves from the trees, leaving them naked and brooding in a harsh world. Yet his alert heightened when the wind seemed to pick up around him rather unnaturally, all wind dynamics considered. The screeching of the winds were dreadful, breaking through the tomb-like silence he'd previously found himself in. Like winter’s dangerous clutch had strangled and stifled all life from the air, but it only appeared right in front of him, prompting him to step out of the way of it's fury. It had snarled and gnashed with its deadly voice, sounding like a wailing specter. It had ripped slates from nearby roofs and its fangs had sent a giant limb of a tree within it's range, creaking and crashing down to the road below. Its scavenging skies had compressed down upon him, surveying it with a deadly malice. The rain it had brought with it was bitter, like ice-silver bullets of spite. It had gashed and gouged at every living thing, sparing no one. Doom-laden clouds, bloated with hatred, had roiled in the sky before unleashing their vengeful wares.

"You're late." Arthur didn't even look at him while addressing the man that had appeared out of his manipulation of the storm. His eyes has shifted over the roof to the branch that had landed on some poor mortals car, setting off it's blaring alarm. Brushing the frost off of his robes now that the bluster had died down around him.

"Thank ya for pointing that out, never would've guessed. You're still as enlightening as ever."

The mans tail flicked sharply as his boots crunched against the snow atop the brick church, Arthur watched him not notice what he was standing upon and the man seemed none the wiser to the snow melting around the area where he stood.

"You look like you're in a splendid mood, you must really not want to see me again. Would I be wrong? After all you spent a year in hiding after my first letter. Surely you're not so vengeful in your spite that you'd kept a grudge all these year-"

"Why did you wanna meet me here." The voice was cruel, gruff like shredding of his throat when he spoke and cut into his sentence before he could finish. Arthur just scowled, swearing on his faith to keep all patience with him. No matter how difficult it was sometimes.

"I think you know why I brought you here to discuss your- wrongdoings- with you, Lucifer."

James sent the Seraphim and withering look over his shoulder, only for a spilt second before being blinded away, a look that could turn someone to stone. "Could ya at least turn that down." He retorted arrogantly, making sure Arthur did before he turned around again to avoid his eyes burning out of their very sockets with Holy light. "Me whole life is full of damn 'wrongdoings' in your books, that's me point, could ya be a bit more specific."

Arthur hummed. "I think you know very well."

James rolled his eyes. "Fine, sorry for skinning that Priest, can I leave now." He smirked evilly.

"You most certainly may not." Arthur started to only now loose patience with him, his face telling a tale of his boredom whilst his voice was sharp and conveyed his feelings clearly as he continued to scold James like you would a child. However his confession of skinning some priest somewhere fell onto deaf ears, what else did he expect from him anymore. "The more you deny the consequences of what you've done, James, what you've opened up, all you do is run, now you've royally fucked up so badly there's no way of escaping it."

James's smirk faded fast.

"The deal James, the one you signed." He stood to face him now, the eyes across his wings glared right at the devil with their heavenly judgmental glaze. "Your moral code."

"Pfft- so whot? I could take on yer heavenly courts any day, what's the point of gettin' yer wings in a twist bout it? That thing is centuries old anyways."

"That doesn't mean you can break it whenever you feel like it." Arthur snapped at him. "You are not above the law James, you are a fool. Now we're all in danger because you've opened something that has laws and rules in place to protect it from opening again after a millennia. That is why I've gotten involved, you've gone too far. Chasing after some human to be your queen, you idiot, did you not think twice?! Then you whine like a child without even considering the sheer importance of what I'm saying to you."

"Well what are ya sayin?" James retorted, his fists shaking. He couldn't tell, from anger or from the fear. James knew, somehow he knew what had happened and he'd keep running from it until it swallowed him whole.

"That mortal who you harassed into suicide did not end up in Heaven."

James stared at him in disbelief. "What-" He repeated, his stomach churning as if he was about to be ill all over Arthur's white robes.

"What- what do you mean 'what'?! What did you think would happen?!" Arthur flared up at him, finding it in himself to take a breath and calm down once more with prayer under his breath, making the devil psychically recoil. "Some other force got involved, because you got involved, Heaven could not take that mortal."

"The plan wasn't to get the soul to Heaven, it was to get it off the mortal plane into my realm so they could be my queen."

"That would've been the case, if it was a suicide... if you didn't kill him."

The silence was loud, deep like stone that was sullen and thick. Sweltering up violently with sepulchral hush, Arthur could feel the heat radiating off of James, as well as the Devil's feet burning due to standing on a church, but that took a backseat to the sound of his heartbeat over taking his own breathing that got steadily heavier and heavier. His only response was that.

There’s an air of something sinister, subtle as it was, a shiver running down his spine and making his wings twitch with nerves from under his clothes.

The bastard knew what he had done now. "Shit. You mean that-"

"By you, Satan, killing a child of God with your own two deceiving hands and Satanic forces, have created a tear in the balance of good and evil, Heaven and Hell. You alone let go of that mortal, you alone made the conscious choice in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit to let go of that mortal and sent them plummeting to their demise. Meaning that either way, they could not end up in either Heaven or Hell, they fell into the rip that we've sealed up and kept hidden for a millennia because in the name of the Lord himself, it would create such a catastrophic rift between dimensions it would be the end of good and evil as we know it and the world would collapse beneath it and he would be released once again, hence all the laws of the Holy court, the treaty you signed yourself. James, you have opened the Inversus, your mortal is now stuck in there with little chances of escape and possibly doomed us all. Do I make myself clear."

"It's...open? Kainga's...in there?" James swallowed thickly. "We've opened and closed it before, we can do it again." He at last managed out coherent words. Shakily running fingers through his hair as a stress relief to lessen how tense he was.

Arthur shook his head. "No. Not we. You. You're fixing this."

James snapped his head around to him. "Yer kidding. No...no you can't do that! Yer know damn well that we need a force of both good and evil to seal it back up, that's how it happened last time."

"I can do what I want. Last time was different." Arthur snapped at him. "Last time, it benefited everyone to banish that creature there. We had to open it, this time it's your doing and your doing alone Lucifer. You figure it out before that thing figures out how to escape and it destroys the world."

James stared again, biting the skin off his lip and the inside of his cheeks. He laughed out softly, more of a chuff like he was proud of himself smugly. That was the last reaction Arthur expected from him. "If I get the mortal back, can I keep him to be me Queen?" A demonic grin gracing the other's lips in an evil split smile.

Arthur gave him a bemused look. "Don't jump the gun with that one, we don't know if he's even still alive."

"When did that ever matter?"

Arthur gulped down how disgusting that very sentence was, letting out a frustrated sigh. He really never changed, no matter the circumstances the bastard found himself in. Arthur giving him a look of disbelief whilst rolling his eyes, holding his face in his hand as he muttered something under his breath, passive aggressive in his action like James was only serving to irritate him. "You can keep whatever is left of that mortal then. Whatever bones and flesh you can scrape together from in between the teeth of the Swoerath. You forget your queen was human when you found them." Arthur spoke of the word James referred to the mortal as through gritted teeth to avoid lying off of his own tongue.

"How do ya even expect me to get there if ya won't even help me open it." James retorted, watching Arthur stretch out his wings. "Also what happened to just callin it th' Leviathan?"

"What happened to just calling you Lucifer? It's your mess, for the first time in your pathetic life I'm giving you the responsibility to clean it up." Arthur turned his back to him. "Do what you must, but you'll be the first to go when the Heavenly court strikes you down, if you succeed, your life will be spared and you may.." He choked. "...keep your queen. Does that sound fair?"

He disliked the dodging of questions the Angel gave him, lack of answers to what he was supposed to do only furthered in angering him. A bit of a taste of his own medicine. "I can get them, I can fix it and seal that thing back up for good, I banished that thing once, I'll do it again, you just fuckin' watch me. And I am not pathetic, feathers." His anger faded and replaced with that crocodile grin once more, his foot shifting towards the Seraphim, edging him on towards the end of the churches stone roof that was slippery with ice and snow. A few specks of snow crumbled from the roof below his heal, Arthur only caught himself on his wings. "Yer got yerself a deal."

"Right. And that's not your feet starting to burn through the very ceiling we stand on."

James looked down quickly, only to see his feet were in fact burning. He yelped and sprang up almost feline like as the burns singed at what remained of his shoes and scorched at his feet in blistering holy flame. Attempting to dust off soot that sheared off of his own flesh in pain. "Bastard, on top of a church of all places?" He caught the Englishman's wicked grin before it disappeared like a snap of someone's neck, he could practically hear it.

"Took you long enough to even notice. Thought it'd make my point a bit more clean cut for you, no bullshit, no tricks." Arthur's expression darkened towards him, making James shrink back a touch. "Anything else you have to say to me, Satan?"

James chewed on his bottom lip, feeling the panic starting to settle in. "No, not exactly." He started. "Hows yer boy?"

"My boy?" Arthur asked in rather a bit of surprise. "Alfred? Well, he's doing alright. Got promoted to Cherubim angel recently, couldn't be prouder." He caught the gaze of James who smirked deviously at him with it spilt across his lips, halting himself from speaking further. The devil was in the detail. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason." James said rather quickly. "Just wanted ta know, haven't seen the lad in forever." His voice sounded like he was more so thinking out loud as opposed to actually talking to the angel next to him. "Ar' ya sure yer not gonna hel-"

"No. We will discuss it again when you come up with a plan for this. An actual plan." Arthur interrupted quickly with a snap.

"After all, We don’t want another Kainga."

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Hello all! Electric Satanic boogaloo returns for the long awaited sequel to 'Call Me Satan Darling'

Here will be more lore to this Universe, it has been in the works for over 2 years now and I'm proud to share this with you all, although Zeaonga does take a bit of a back seat here at least to start with. For new readers, this is a sequel that needs prior context in order for it to make sense. Please go read the first installment, Call me Satan darling here --> https://archiveofourown.org/works/37052266/chapters/92451478 , then you're welcome to come back here to find out what happens next

Thank you all for the support, you all are so lovely <33 - Quez

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My Library:

Currently Reading

The Poems of Nakahara Chūya - Chūya Nakahara

The Picture of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde

Already Read

The Alienist - Caleb Carr

Deception Point - Dan Brown

Rita Hayworth & The Shawshank Redemption - Stephen King

Apt Pupil - Stephen King

Ella Minnow Pea - Mark Dunn

The Light Fantastic - Terry Pratchett

Going Postal - Terry Pratchett

American Gods - Neil Gaiman

Adult Sibling Rivalry - Dr. Jane Greer

One Of Us Is Lying - Karen M. McManus

The Flowers of Buffoonery - Osamu Dazai

No Longer Human - Osamu Dazai

The Setting Sun - Osamu Dazai

BSD LightNovels #1-8 - Kafka Asagiri

A Good Girl's Guide To Murder - Holly Jackson

Crime And Punishment - Fyodor Dostoevsky

The MindFuck Series - S. T. Abby & C. M. Owens

To Be Read

Color of Magic - Terry Pratchett

The Amazing Maurice & His Educated Rodents - Terry Pratchett

Fahrenheit 451 - Ray Bradbury

Good Girl, Bad Blood - Holly Jackson

As Good As Dead - Holly Jackson

The Angel of Darkness - Caleb Carr

One Of Us Is Next - Karen M. McManus

The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho

11 Minutes - Paulo Coelho

The Godfather - Mario Puzo

Temporary Wife - Roberta Leigh

The Visitation - Frank Peretti

Where Angels Fear To Tread - E. M. Forster

Women In Love - D. H. Lawrence

Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen

Catch-22 - Joseph Heller

The War Of The Worlds - H. G. Wells

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Fics With Titles That Start With X Masterlist

Xanthous (ao3) - spindleofwords riley/sam M, 738

Summary: Riley falls right out of the sky, and it's like someone put Sam up there to watch it happen. He can't just leave him there.

xeno (ao3) - Zekkass steve/bucky E, 2k

Summary: Steve's an alpha in an otherwise normal world and thinks his ruts are just one more way his body is betraying him, that his knot is a genetic defect, and that he's not just sick, he's sick and weird.

After all, how else is he supposed to explain why he's in Bucky's bed trying to rut against his leg?

Xenophilia (ao3) - Captain_Panda steve/tony T, 28k

Summary: In at least one universe, Steve and Tony are both members of Starfleet.

And they're about to be stranded on an alien planet, the Class M world known only for its name: "Nibiru."

Let the starstruck pining begin!

Xenophilia (ao3) - KandiSheek steve/tony E, 1k

Summary: Tony speaks seven languages. Steve is more than a little surprised by how much that turns him on.

Xenophobia (ao3) - semaphore27 loki/tony M, 75k

Summary: Xenophobia: the unreasoned fear of that which is perceived to be foreign or strange.

A year before, despite all their differences, Tony and Loki would have told anyone who asked that their love was rock-solid, made to last. Now, though, as they slide into the season of holidays everything seems to be unraveling faster than they can fix it again. Did they merely rush in where angels feared to tread, or are sinister forces attempting to destroy their family by using their own pasts and weaknesses against them?

X marks the spot (ao3) - rueckenfigur steve/tony T, 1k

Summary: When Steve brings home a skin-friendly, edible body marker, it leads to all sorts of things. Nice, sexy, things.

X Marks the Spot Through My Heart (ao3) - MarsHunter06 steve/natasha T, 1k

Summary: Don’t stay for me. You’ve got to leave. Do what you need, but don’t stay for me. My ship is sinking, so don’t go overboard trying to save me. Though I want you to stay, but don’t stay for me… Mama, approach, appear. Dad I know you’re tired of being alone. If you love me, don’t let go. No one comes out unscathed in the endgame, some of us just lose more than we bargained for.

XO (ao3) - aslightstep steve/tony G, 1k

Summary: In the darkest night hour I search through the crowd/Your face is all that I see/I’ll give you everything

They met again in the same place they always have: the midst of impending doom.

XOXO (ao3) - Arukou steve/tony, background natasha/bucky T, 1k

Summary: Nat signs Steve up for a Grindr-esque website in an effort to find him love. Too bad he's not so thrilled about it.

xoxo (ao3) - bgoodg steve/tony M, 433

Summary: Steve learns that electronic communication can be very effective.

X-Ray (ao3) - HellsLittleLiar steve/tony T, 3k

Summary: Tony breaks his leg and freaks out. He could never be good enough for Steve.

XXL (ao3) - Runie (Runic) loki/steve M, 2k

Summary: Loki gets suspicious when Sam insists she and Steve have a night alone together.

[dogxfiend]

@kxllerblond

This kind of digging around was exactly his specialty. Or at least one of his less bloody specialties. His collection of books was not for no reason - Syde liked learning, and he liked having access to as much knowledge as possible whenever he needed it. He had his collection of books at his home to go through, and beyond that, he had his vast network of acquaintances to reach out to, favors to call upon. Other people’s resources and libraries and collections.

He could have easily spent a full month or more just researching, losing himself in the subject and forgetting the initial purpose of the work. But, Clark suggested reconvening after just a little over a week. Syde would have liked to have spent longer on the subject, but... he could always get back to it later. Well, hopefully.

So he returned to the cambion’s home on the night of the established date, appearing physically empty-handed. No nephilim-slaying weapon in hand, no book or artifact of any kind either. “So... you first or me first?” Or, he hoped dimly, maybe food first. It was still breakfast for Syde, and he hadn’t grabbed anything to eat yet.

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Where Angels Fear To Tread

Rating: T Characters: Plo Koon, Commander Wolffe, the Jedi Council, assorted Jedi & Clone side characters, a whole bunch of OCs Chapters: 9/? Fic Contains – star warstrek crossover, a whole lotta culture clash, discussion of genocide and war and other Clone Wars-typical topics, Jedi culture/worldbuilding, and the authors playing fast and loose with both canons.

THEN: In the midst of the Clone Wars, a newly-minted Jedi Knight vanishes, suspected of defecting. But the woman brought back to face the Council is not Knight Tulin, but an officer of an extragalactic organization that calls itself ‘Starfleet’. Curiosity, and a determination to rectify the mistake, drive Plo Koon to take the lost Commander Chester under his wing. But between Republic Intelligence’s sinister interest in their extra-galactic visitor, the growing Separatist determination to capture her for themselves, and the good Commander’s own determined escape attempts, keeping Chester alive is hard enough–let alone getting her home. NOW: In the horrific wake of Order 66, a badly injured Plo Koon stakes his survival on one last desperate hyperspace jump, to a mysterious anomaly that might offer hope for him–and for what little remains of the Jedi Order. For Captain Diane Chester, Plo’s arrival is confirmation of all her fears. Now, she’s got to keep the Empire’s grubby hands off the Alpha Quadrant with only one ship, one Jedi, and that greatest Starfleet tradition–a hell of a lot of showmanship.

...

sooooo a few months ago @severeannoyance and myself were yelling excitedly at each other about, respectively, star trek and star wars, and somehow this turned into inflicting our assorted blorbos on each other. Then @squireofgeekdom joined the crew, and suddenly we had approximately 150k words of narrative collision.

I have been meaning to post this link for like six weeks and I kept forgetting skjhgjdhf

[kxllerblond]

@dogxfiend​

Clark didn’t often watch the news. 

     It was more common to find him settled on the couch, fully engaged with some SHITTY Lifetime or Hallmark movie. Rarely the news.

Syde would come to find him settled there on the couch, leaned forward intently with clasped hands. His brows furrowed, lower lips tucked just slightly between his teeth as he worried it. There was every indication that NOT ONLY was he unhappy, but he was STRESSED. Clark would not notice the hellhound even entering the room.

The TV showed an aerial panning view of what seemed like an endless, charred field. Only, as they panned to a much higher view, it was clear this was a circular and extremely expansive area. Some small city in South Dakota had just been obliterated. Burned into NOTHING. No bodies, no skeletal remains of infrastructure. Nothing. Every single bit of the entire town had just been wiped from existence — leaving nothing in its wake but an eerily neat scorch mark on the earth. 

Clark knew very few things were capable of such destruction. Hell, he was sure only ONE thing was capable and he didn’t like to think about the concerns it raised. This was the work of something capable of harnessing holy fire and the cambion could all but wager his life on the possibility of this being the work of an angel.

This begged the question as to WHICH one, WHY, and WHAT did this mean? Why this specific town? What next?  ❝ Doesn’t make sense. Any potential motive for this just...doesn’t make any sense. ❞

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Title: where angels fear to tread

Posting: The week of July 31st

Author: gfawkes @gfawkesphoenixchokingonashes [Twitter] [AO3]

Artist: Sanne @sanguineterrain​ [AO3]

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes

Tags/Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Shrunkyclunks, Modern AU, top bucky, bottom steve, injury, disability, physical therapy, homophobia, philosophy, ethics, eugenics, cancer, abortion, Down Syndrome, mild angst, mild hurt/comfort, minor character death, fluff, falling in love, horses, kidfic

Summary:

Cap!Steve suffers a spinal injury and is sent to an equine-assisted therapy center in the midwest owned by an overworked EthicsProfessor!Bucky.

Bucky is barely holding it together, taking over the rehabilitation facility after his partner died while working on a second doctorate and keeping a huge secret.

Steve, meanwhile, is considering retirement, especially after the latest mission that left him temporarily paralyzed. He meets Bucky, who is passionate about medical ethics and the treatment of patients with so-called genetic diseases.

Hurt/comfort, horses, and a happy ending.

Excerpt:

“Listen,��� Tony wasn’t listening. Tony never listened. “I talked to the doc, and we’ve got it all planned out. Nice little town an hour from the Mayo with a view of a soybean field. Close enough to the Twin Cities to take a day trip once you’re up for it. Got your room booked already and –”

“Tony –”

“ – found a personal trainer too.”

“Tony!”

“Rogers!”

“The Mayo?”

“Like a BLT, light on the B and the L and the T. The Mayo Clinic? In Rochester?”

A week and a hundred hours of torture from a physical therapist later, Steve was almost ready to go. “A therapy ranch. The horses help people with spinal injuries. Hip-something.”

Sam read from the brochure the nurse had dropped off. “Hippotherapy. Equine-Assisted Therapy. EAT for short.”

Nat continued with her one-woman comedy show. “Hm. You like to eat, Rogers. Sounds like it’s right up your alley.”