#tempus fic

[kingcheckm]

roses all the way

(published august 2023!)

[oatmealaddiction]

Part two of the Book of Muriel has arrived!

Muriel and Crowley are back and this time, they're gonna save the world with a little bit of Christmas Spirit!

I hope you guys are having a great holiday and you enjoy the fic!

[braveclementine]

Day 20~ 9:40 A.M.

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book.

Copyright: My OCs are Coach Yonce, Emma, Ila, Tempus, and Itty Bitty. I own these characters. I do not condone any copying of this.

Downey came pounding on the door this morning. I was still asleep and grouched as I rolled out of bed. I stumbled down the stairs and opened the door, barely getting 'good-morning' through my lips before he was pushing past me.

"Well I have good news." Downey proclaimed, "A lot of it actually."

He was already dressed in a navy blue suit, his hair perfectly styled in that annoying way. His tinted glasses were on his face as well. He made a beeline straight for the kitchen, starting up the coffee maker and pulling food out of the refrigerator to make eggs.

"What, you didn't eat before you came here?" I grouched, slumping into the kitchen chair, rubbing my eyes.

"No. This is for you." Downey said in a perfectly uncaring manner. "After you go upstairs, shave, shower, and get dressed. You'll want to. We're going out."

I could've argued with him. As it was, I asked if he was my nanny and he told me someone had to take care of me because I obviously wasn't doing it. I wondered why he didn't ask where Margarita was. Maybe he already knew I'd broken things off with her.

I didn't argue, going upstairs and taking a fairly long shower. I shaved and soaped up. I kind've liked the long hair thing I was doing for Bucky Barnes. Y/N had liked it too. Maybe that's why I hadn't cut it yet.

Marvel productions had been stopped. Fans were worrying that it would be the last Marvel movie ever. I figured it wouldn't. Stan Lee didn't think it was the last one either. But I did know I wouldn't be playing Bucky Barnes.

I should probably look into selling this house. I had money stocked away, but this was the sort of house millionaires could afford. I doubted whatever job I got after this wasn't going to be paying half as well.

I got dressed in a simple polo shirt and jeans. I headed downstairs, pulling my hair into a slight man bun.

The eggs were done and tasted fairly good. I was surprised Downey could cook.

"Alright, what's the good news Robert?" I asked as I ate.

"First off, Christina Bobb, that's the lawyer that's going to represent you, she's already uncovered confidential emails, not only between both Anthony and Joe, but also between several other millionaires and celebrities. There was a lot of money put into this. She's also discovered- with the help of a few other lawyers- that it was never meant to be a Marvel Movie."

"I think that was pretty obvious." I grunted out.

"It was some sort of psychology project that was being funded by some of the Middle Eastern Governments and also one of the South American and one European Government. I don't know all of the psychological terms or what they meant, but in the short run, it sounds like it was to see how kids could react under different types of pressure. How one feels being singled out, how another feels if they're underlooked or given more attention. How they'll react if given advantages and disadvantages. It's disgusting really."

I just nodded. I knew that if I said something about having been there, about seeing it in reality, I was going to get that sympathetic look.

And the talk about seeing a therapist.

I didn't need a bloody therapist. I needed confirmation that Y/N had made it back alright. Anywhere in the United States, but I just needed to know she was safe, with her family.

"Is there any more news?" I asked.

"Mrs. Bobb is ninety-nine percent certain that we'll win the case. There were a lot of arrests made when the police swept through that facility. They've also got the man who almost raped Y/N, thought you'd want to know that. You can see him if you want. I've already prepared to pay a small bribe for them to turn their head so you can punch him across the face if you want. Just kidding, I barely had to pay anything. He's scum and they hate him."

"Well that does make me feel a bit better. If you'd told me that in the beginning, I would've worn a suit." I responded.

"We also get our checks even though the movie was never made." Robert said, pulling out an envelope and tossing it on my table. "$345 Mil."

I looked at him. "What?"

"Yep. They divided up the funds. Don't worry, Y/N and all of the other one-hundred and twenty other families already got their money. Not that it probably does anything for them. Y/N's mother already said she'd trade the money for her daughter. I don't blame her. If my daughter or son went missing I'd give everything I had for them back." Robert said.

"Yeah, me too." I murmured. I had no kids, but I thought it might be the same with wives. Or at least lovers.

Not that I could really call Y/N my lover.

"Oh yeah." Robert added as an afterthought. "And they found Y/N."

I choked on my next mouthful of eggs. "YOU TELL ME THAT PART LAST?! YOU BASTARD! WHERE IS SHE? WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW! OH MY GOD IS SHE OKAY? IS SHE HURT? WERE HER FRIENDS WITH HER? WHERE DID THEY FIND HER? HOW LONG AGO WAS SHE FOUND?"

"This is exactly why I didn't tell you right away. Wanted to give you a chance to eat and get cleaned up. She's in a hospital in Pahrump, Nevada. The other three girls are with them. Their families are already being flown out there. Evans and Hiddleston are already waiting on the jet as we speak. Benedict said he wanted to join us, I hope that's alright with you."

"Yeah, sure, let's go." I said, getting up from the table.

Robert said nothing, getting up and leading me out of the house. We drove in silence to the airport, and then no one said much of anything on the jet either.

I was going to see her. I wondered if she would even want to see me. My stomach felt like it was rolling in turmoil and I cursed Robert for making me eat.

"She's safe at least." Chris said next to me. He was being unusually serious and quiet. "That's something if anything else."

I nodded. "I know. I'm thankful for just that."

It was much to soon, and yet, not soon enough before the plane was landing in Nevada.

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[jhekser]

📅 10/03/2023 📝 pedido pelo projeto teyvatgarden 🎨 artes oficiais ⚠️ caso se inspire, por favor me credite.

[fwoosheye]

It really was caused by some very precise wording back when I summoned it, all those years ago. Of course, I don't remember the exact wording anymore, it was a long and convoluted contract, and thirty three years is a pretty long time after all. But there were three key points to our deal:

I would get to live a life of great luck.

The demon would never lie to me.

I would only die after giving the demon my final words and that's when it would take my soul.

I know I've seen it pour over the document from time to time, particularly in the beginning, looking for a loophole. I have done the same to be honest. But it have worked out well for me, and I don't think the Demon have noticed, but it have changed over the years. It used to whisper threats and dark promises of what it would do to me once I spoke, but as time went on, those came less and less. I wouldn't have thought more about that if it wasn't for the first time it saved my life, and I without thinking opened my mouth to thank it. The Demon had covered my mouth with it's hand and said "Don't thank me, I do not want your final words to be of gratitude to me". It had been stalking me for nearly ten years by then, and I was surprised to realise that for the last half of those it hadn't said a single threat, it had only been snarky to me.

It was after that I began to cook extra amount of food and set out a plate for it. I almost laughed at it's face when it realised it was for them, but they ate it, and as grumpy as it looked I could see it's tail wiggle. Do you know how cute a Demon can be when they're trying to act angry and mean but their tail betrays them? It's unreal how adorable it is.

It became a habit after that to cook for two. I think it was trying to insult me once by pointing out a cooking class in the paper, but jokes on them I took the class and I could see on the tail it really enjoyed my progress. Sometimes it even helped out with the dishes afterwards.

It's been over twenty years since then, and sometimes I think it has almost forgotten our deal. It's always with me, but it's threats have turned into advice and even the occasional compliment. I know it ruined the car of the customer who yelled at me, and made the sexistic boss accidentally send his lewd messages to the entire office's mail list, which included some gossip news papers. It really liked the extra spicy devilished eggs I made that night.

But despite it all, I'm getting tired. My body was hurting even before I summoned the Demon, but it couldn't fix the genetical issues, only slow down the detoriation. And having to pretend- no. I'm done with that. I know what I want to do, and what the consequences might be, but I must do it. I have decided what my last words will be, and I have prepared for it, though the Demon was very confused by my purchase. Still, it will find out soon enough.

We're just finishing up a nice dinner with all of the Demon's favorites, and it lazily pushes it's plate to the side, resting it's head in it's hand and smirking at me with half lidded eyes.

"So", it drawls. "Want to tell me what the occasion is?"

It wasn't uncommon for it to ask that after a particularly nice meal – it was it's own way of saying thanks and reminding me of the contract. Usually my respons would be an eye roll or a shake of my head, but this time I nod and get up from the table, hand nervously fidgeting in my pocket. I walk around to the Demon's side of the table, much to their surprise, clear my throat and kneel down as I pull out the small box and opens it to reveal a simple ring of gold. After thirty three years of silence my voice is weak, wobbly and hoarse, but I know they can hear me as clear as day.

"Do you want to marry me?"

The Demon staightens up, looking at me with wide eyes. "Do you realise what you have just done? Your soul is mine now, to do what I please with."

"Yes", I croak out. "But it has been yours for a long time. For years, I kept silent in fear of what was waiting when you would take it. But now those thoughts do not frighten me anymore. Perhaps it has only been my imagination, but you following me is not because of duty anymore, is it?"

I turned my head away as a cough attack overtook me, but I could still hear the Demon sigh. Then I feel them kneel beside me and it's hand start rubbing my back.

I snort and lean into them. "That's fair... Honey."

"You silly, silly human. You better start training your voice then because I do not want to hear you cough after saying 'I do'. And also you better not expect the wedding to be in a church."

“Do you have any last words before I kill you?” snarled the demon. That was 33 years ago and I’ve not said a word since yet it still shadows me, waiting.

[fellshish]

what are your fav gomens fics about post-s2 finale on the longer side?

sorry, i mostly read shorter fics but here are some longer fics i loved:

we can’t keep meeting like this (E, 65k): top tier secret hookups fic that lives in my mind rent free

the yelp chronicles (T, 40k): super funny and creative fic told through yelp reviews etc, technically a wip but soooo worth your time

drinking buddies and diaries (not rated, 31k): muriel talks to crowley about aziraphale’s diaries. very enjoyable read

what are you doing here (E, 68k): the supreme archangel is supremely desperate for crowley. soooo hot

Ut it tempus (T, 46k): crowley and muriel buddie fic, very funny

as always a warm call to everyone to add more (self) recs for longer post s2 finale fics ❤️

[ch3rrybite]

fic recs: tomarry edition

@whythiskolaveridiii bbg this one's for you 🫵💕

you asked for fic recs AND I HAVE FINALLY DELIVERED

(tell me why this took more than a month to compile)

don't fuck with florists (they'll fuck you up) - oneshot, soo cute, it's quite popular, time travel (one of my favourite tropes)

you belong to me (i belong to you) - this one is one of my favourites, it updates slowly, and i've been following it since the beginning, it's very dark and delicious and THE DYNAMICS ARE JUST 🤌🤌

What He Grows To Be - this is one where harry raises tom (another popular trope), and so naturally it has some questionable undertones, but its so well written so eh

But For You, I Did - oneshot, so usually in time travel fics, harry and tom are a bit older (like 5th year-ish), but they're both in 1st year in this one, so its a cool take on a fix-it

Teaching History (is Old News) - crack fics are so so amazing, and this one does plot with crack so well

Three sugars and a splash of daddy, please - this one is HILARIOUS, but also not canon compliant, so the characters are very OOC

Mors et Tempus - slytherin harry in the 1940's, what more could you ask for

Times of Peace - ptsd ridden harry is so dear to me

Trapezing Through Time - master of death harry is sooo satisfying, and the writing in this one is top tier

Psychopomp - very satisfying dumbledore bashing in this one

[sightofsea]

end of the year reclist

well!! the year is winding down and I read some good stuff on ao3. here are the highlights.

Good Omens:

Ut It Tempus (Or: Muriel's Wet, Wild, and Very Hot Summer Weekend) by Oatmeal Addiction

just recently read this one so it goes on the top of the list!! incredibly funny, great muriel character study, some of the funniest prose out there. it genuinely feels like you're reading a continuation of the book, which is just such a cherry on top of everything this fic has to offer.

a rarer height by @hyruling

this was the first fic I read post series 2 that scratched that itch i get for good go fic. the atmosphere it creates is lovely, like a little blanket to wrap yourself up in. the way it jumps back and forth through time is amazing. the characterization is so good--I'd been waiting for a fic where the way they fight felt natural and HOOOOO boy did this deliver like a swift kick in the nuts. absolutely a post series 2 classic.

puttin' on the ritz by @moonyinpisces

what can I say that hasn't been said already. it's funny it's hot it's glamorous they are so unbelievably stupid for each other it's amazing. I think about it every time I order a drink with a maraschino cherry.

Just Once More by NaroMoreau

TIME LOOP FIC!!!! that's all I can say. what a great character study and what a great means of utilizing time loops for character development. absolutely lovely.

Drinking Buddies and Diaries by dove_dove

on my life this is probably one of my favorites of all time. perfectly imagined series 3. perfectly imagined muriel and crowley shenanigans, perfectly bitchy aziraphale, with a wonderful small study on food symbolism to add to the cherry on top. lovely.

I'm the treasure baby, I'm the prize by stereobone

crowley works at a brothel and hypnotizes men into thinking they're having sex with him so he can therapize about aziraphale to them. that's it. that's the story. it's perfect

come as you are by fruitygoblin

this one made me cry buckets for very personal reasons but also I think it's a very good character study of aziraphale and it also does something lovey stuff with food symbolism.

Sherlock:

(Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea by DiscordantWords

I finally read this one after meaning to get to it for years (I love the author's other works) and uh yeah. yeah. great exploration of grief and somehow successfully makes things make sense after whatever all that was.

House:

Old machines by applecrumblecore

I love fucked up middle aged men and I love how this seems like a totally plausible way for them to get together.

Howler Tone by baffledbear

I love fucked up middle aged men and I LOOOOVE fucked up codependent self destructive tendencies displayed through impromptu phone sex. Or whatever.

Red Dwarf:

Learning to Lose by komodobits

listen. technically I read this last year and technically I made myself promise not to put any WIPs on this list. but it started updating again and also this fic was made for me. Its a blades of glory au and it's so deliciously funny and sucks you in so fast. it's crazy. I've pulled all nighters over it. it's literally the two stupidest things I love with all my heart smashed into one. it doesn't get better than this.

[acosmist001]

More assorted skk fics! Some don't have descriptions because my motivation left to get the milk and never came back.. but hey, at least I tried ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

1) Tempus Fugit by Imabakuhoe.

2) A Regular Thing by StarshipDancer

3) "You stole my wisdom?!" by BlowingYourMind (just read all their works at this point) Teen Soukoku have to get their wisdom teeth removed at the same time, and Kouyou is way too excited to see them both hyped up on drugs.

4) The Power Pouting Boys Hold by kwweeb.

5) I Can Still Recall That Last Summer by ThePirateArcInHamlet. Chuuya gets alcohol poisoning and gets saved by Yosano. He is then forced to spend a week a Dazai's because of that and a concussion.

I probably wont post another of these until next year (10th of January-ish) because I have family celebrations and stuff, so merry Christmas and a happy new year in advance <3

[elodiah]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

Thanks @kcscribbler!

This was interesting, because I had to go with my gut feeling in the moment, but I reckon the contents of this list could easily change at any given time depending on my mood.

1) Revival

Summary: Loki and Mobius take what amounts to a vacation, whilst Loki recovers from his harrowing experience of babysitting the multiverse.

This began as a single-chapter ficlet to fill an ask game prompt. Later, I decided to revisit this version of Loki and Mobius to fill a bingo prompt in ch 2, then a random computer-generated prompt I had in my ideas doc for a 3rd and final chapter. Apart from a little Loki-whump in ch 2, it’s generally a sweet, soft and cozy pre-romance, and very cathartic to write.

2) Within

Summary: Loki and Mobius are marooned on a volcanic nightmare of a world, their survival depending solely on Loki's tenacity.

Part of my ‘Patience-verse’ series, this fic contains some of my favourite tropes, such as ‘trapped together in danger’, ‘magical drain/depletion’ and ‘the power of love��. Also a little twist of UST/URT — gummy bear feeding, my beloved! 😆

3) Sleepless

Summary: Mobius and Loki get stuck in a broken elevator for hours, and as a result Mobius discovers what's been bothering the object of his (as yet unspoken) affection.

Also a part of ‘Patience-verse’, and it’s such a trope-y scenario, you’ve gotta love it. I mean, that was the whole point of the original fic that spawned this series, after all. Basically, my reason for choosing this is not just because I’m absolutely feral for exhausted!Loki and sleepy cuddles, but also because I can’t believe I was able to write 3k+ words about Lokius in a lift. 🤷‍♀️

4) Apokruptein

Summary: A curiosity on an unknown world hurtles Loki and Mobius into peril.

A double bingo prompt-fill for ‘Forest’ and ‘Cursed object/artefact’. This 4-chapter fic is not really my best writing, but it’s the only time so far I’ve gone all-out with a full on adventure style fic, with a little worldbuilding/backstory, a lot of whump, and the lovely trope ‘temporary amnesia’ to boot. I worked really hard on the conception of this one, and I’m pretty proud of it.

5) I’ve lumped together two ficlets for my #5 spot, because they’re both similar in that they are absolutely NOT anything near what I would usually write.

a) Sit Tempus

Summary: Furnishing their new apartment, the last thing on Loki and Mobius’ list is a decent couch.

An idea that popped into my head during a boring drive home… and I wrote, edited and posted the whole thing in one night. 😏 My only ‘established relationship’ fic to date (watch this space.. 👀), although nothing remotely spicy, I should add. Just pure cute fluff, and a very vague S2 fix-it.

b) Unexpectedly You

Summary: A kindness from Loki for a mutual friend causes Mobius to have a ‘Moment’.

Terrible summary, but it’s another little ask game prompt fill, so nothing much happens in it at all. A lot of people seemed to like this one, which kinda made me like it more too. 🤣 It’s simply Loki being a sweetheart, and Mobius being proud of him. 🥹

I also wanted to add two honourable mentions for Reach (Loki/Star Wars crossover) and Reset (Loki/Red Dwarf crossover). I never in a million years thought I’d be capable of writing ONE passable crossover fic, let alone two… so the fact I managed it makes me super proud, even if they’re ludicrously niche.

[kingcheckm]

the heart that you call home

(first published february 2023!)

[darling-leech]

Also what Tempus Edax Rerum translates to:

[braveclementine]

Day 8~ 11:45 A.M.

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book.

Copyright: My OCs are Coach Yonce, Emma, Ila, Tempus, and Itty Bitty. I own these characters. I do not condone any copying of this.

My scream was cut off short by a hand over my mouth. I stared with fear filled eyes into Sebastian's worried, slightly angry blue eyes.

"Don't lose it Y/N." He said sharply, slowing drawing his hand away from my mouth.

Gaining a sense of my surroundings, I found that we were in a very, very small room. There was a trap door under our feet which he had probably climbed through to get into this secret passage.

I was suddenly aware of his sentence in the elevator. 'Not everything is as it seems'. He knew they were going to be tricking me, playing on the previous nights terror to get me in a panicked, knee-jerk reaction mood.

And I had paid dearly. I had killed someone. They had paid more for my stupidity.

All I could do was thank the Lord that it hadn't been Itty.

"I-I killed her." I choked out. "I killed her. Oh my God, I can't breathe."

Tears were streaming down my face, my breathing steadily turning into hyperventilating. I was barely even aware that Sebastian's hands were on my face and he was wiping away my tears. I was barely even aware that I was calling him by his name and not calling him 'my guard'.

"Y/N, you need to pull yourself together." He ordered, giving me a little shake.

My knees almost gave out, except that he caught me, holding me up, pressed against the wall.

"Y/N." He ordered and I tried to focus as my vision started to swim.

Suddenly, there were hard, firm lips on mine and my brain seemed to short-circuit.

He was kissing me?

My brain seemed to reboot and I pulled away slightly. My breathing had settled once more and my eyes were now dry of tears. I was thinking more clearly, as though his kiss had changed something inside of me.

"I need you to survive this." He ordered. "I managed to turn out the lights, they're rebooting the system right now. We have maybe another minute and twelve seconds or so. You need to drag her to one of the tanks and put her in. She's already dead so she won't feel a thing. You cannot freak out, not during the games, understand me? You wait until later tonight when you're alone in bed. If you can't do all of that for yourself, do it for your friend. She's still relying on you to get her through most of this, do you understand me?"

"Yes." I breathed out. "Yes, I can do that."

"Good." He said firmly. He leaned in again, his lips by my ear. His words were so quiet, I had to strain to hear them, "They tricked us. I didn't know the games were real."

He pulled away, opening the door again. "Thirty seconds."

I stumbled out of the door, finding the body by the green glow. There was a pool of sticky blood and I winced as my fingers touched it. I picked up the hammer in my other hand, dragging her down the hallway.

My non existent pinky finger was throbbing as I pushed open one of the doors. With the lights off, the watches had gone dim. I could do whatever I wanted in these few seconds and no one would know or care.

I put her in the tank, propping her up against it.

"I am so, so sorry." I whispered, tears streaming down my face again. I would have to wipe them before the lights turned back on. "Forgive me, I never wanted to kill anyone. Forgive me God and give her a peaceful afterlife."

I shut the door, turning away from it and closing the door again. I could hear the steady hum of the tank inside, working. By the time the watches rebooted and the others were made aware of the body inside the tank, it would be to late.

But it was already to late.

I wiped my face, heading back towards the stairs. I slowly walked up them, before I heard the sounds of shuffling steps. I lifted the hammer a little higher, the glow giving me vague shapes in the darkness, but I couldn't really see anything.

"Whose there?" My voice trembled. "you better turn and go before the lights come back on."

Suddenly, there were pounding footsteps just as the lights came back on. I barely saw the teenage boy before I went flying off the steps, my hammer out of my hand.

I landed harshly on the tile, landing on my back, the air getting knocked out of me. I heard a loud clunking sound, my hammer skittering under the plastic airport chairs.

I groaned, rolling over onto my side, propping myself up on my elbow.

The boy dashed, grabbing the hammer, swinging it so it connected with my leg.

I yelled out, rolling over, trying to get to my feet, before he kicked my legs out from underneath me.

'After killing her, this seems like a fair punishment.' I thought dully.

"You really should have listened to the rules." A sudden feminine voice said over the intercom just as the boy swung the hammer down towards my head.

The boy suddenly went ridged, twitching as white electricity danced across his body. He fell over sideways, his clothes smoking, dead.

I scooted backwards on my butt, using my hands and legs to do so. My knee was crying out in pain and I knew I'd be lucky if I could limp through the rest of the map. I definitely wasn't going to be going up any stairs anytime soon. I should be glad all the routes inside the main building were elevators.

I cursed as I crawled forward, taking the hammer gingerly from the dead boys hands. Two down. That left Itty and the other girl.

And me.

Using the hammer and the nearby chairs, I pushed myself to my feet. I limped forward, taking rests every so often.

I felt like I had been in here forever.

My lips were still tingling from the kiss.

I wondered if I'd ever get to kiss him again.

I wondered why I wanted to kiss him again.

My guard.

Sebastian.

Soldat.

I didn't know the games were real.

Then what did they think they were?

My knee gave out on the next step and I slumped to the ground.

I finally yanked my black pants up around the knee. It was definitely fractured, the bones were grinding against another bone.

I couldn't be weak here. I got back to my feet.

I limped along, dragging my left leg behind me. I used the hammer more as a cane than anything else, using my hands to help as well.

As I turned the corner, my eyes suddenly landed on the wheelchairs behind a rope line. Normally, the wheelchairs were just a prop in the game. Wheelchair rental in an airport. You couldn't do anything with them, they were just props.

But. . .

I moved the rope aside, out of the way, before sitting down in one of the wheelchairs, hoping that it would actually work.

The wheels turned on the wheelchair and when I wasn't struck down by lightning, I took it as a response that I could use it.

Despite rolling around the entire first floor about sixty times, I still didn't find anyone until my watch alerted me that the doors were going to be opened.

I rolled myself down the hallway towards the door inside the building, as I wasn't entirely sure how the wheels would answer to the fake snow outside.

There was no one down by the door, but I rolled all the way down to see if anyone was coming up the other hallway, before turning back and heading towards the other door. It was not easy, as I had to get out of the wheelchair to get up the ramp, and then limp down the hallway.

I could hear the girl I didn't know, encouraging Itty who was opening the door and when I finally appeared at the top of the stairs.

The girl actually screamed, but Itty didn't even look up, pulling open the door. The girl pushed her out of the way as I stumbled down the stairs, but both of them made it out anyways.

"Are you alright?" Itty asked me as I just laid there on my stomach on the snow.

"Fine." I grunted out, rolling over onto my back. "I'm fine."

"Move." I heard my guard snap and then his blue eyes were peering down at me. He bent down, gathering my shoulders under his arm, my legs under his other arm. "Good job." He whispered in my ear before he was crossing through the doorway.

"Take her to Doctor List." The lady ordered him as we passed through the doorway.

"Yes Ma'am." He replied strictly, carrying me through the hallways.

Once we were in the elevator, he leaned his head down and I reached upwards so that our lips collided. "I'm so proud of you." He mumbled against my lips.

I sighed in content, curling into him. "What are you going to do now?"

"I don't know. I have no coms. It would raise suspicion to leave for any reason. I'll try to make contact with some people I know, but. . ."

The doors opened, and two other people stepped into the elevator, looking at us once, before turning back to their conversation. Neither of us said another word. When the elevator door opened, Sebastian walked through the door and down the hallway.

He arrived at the door on the left side, knocking twice, before he got affirmation to bring me in.

"Yes, she called ahead." The Doctor I assumed was Doctor List said. He was an olderish doctor, perhaps in his fifties. He had graying hair and a long, lined face. He wasn't wearing much more than a checkered dress shirt with a gray tie, sitting behind a desk.

He got up when Sebastian closed the door behind him, putting me down on one of the tables. More rooms extended backwards from the door behind his desk.

"What did you do?" He asked.

"A teenager fractured my knee with a hammer." I replied sardonically.

"Right." He replied coolly, jerking his head at Sebastian. "Wait outside."

Sebastian did not look particularly pleased with this, but left the room regardless.

"Right." The doctor said, eyeing my leg. I hadn't rolled the pants back down over my knee when I had looked at it, and my knee looked even more swollen because of it. "I'm going to need you to remove this pant leg."

He turned his back on me, grabbing a metal tray and popping open a laptop, and pulling a scanner over to me.

I wiggled out of the jeans, leaving one leg completely bare, the other leg in the jeans still, my face red.

He propped up a chair a few feet away, asking me to lay my leg completely flat out. Then he put a metal table underneath, with the right properties for the X-ray. I guess they had to improvise with other things then.

Once the scans were done, he frowned a little, before he left the room for a while. Once he came back, he had another doctor with him, another man who was wearing glasses, but was dressed rather similar. His hair was black, his face a little younger, and his eyes were a deep almost purple blue.

"I can take care of it." The second doctor said.

Doctor List nodded, leaving the room once more and the second doctor wrapped my knee.

"You'll have to stay off of this for a while. I'll let the boss lady know." The second doctor said with no preamble. His hands were larger than the first doctors as well, the veins showing underneath his arms rather prominently.

"Right." I muttered.

He opened the front door and asked Sebastian to come in. "She has to stay off of it and it'll be a few days before she can walk again. I'll let the boss know she can't get out of bed for. . . probably five days. Bring her back the morning of the sixth day before the games."

"Yes Sir." Sebastian said, picking me up and carrying me out of the room.

Once we were back in my room, Sebastian gently put me down on the bed. "Can you get my pajamas from the bottom door? I mean drawer?" I asked, shaking my head to clear it. Everything was hurting at the moment. My head, my heart, my knee, my hand, my back.

He went over to the drawer, opening it silently and smiling at little at the Stich character on the gray T-shirt. "You like Lilo & Stitch?"

"A friend of mine actually gave me the shirt for my 16th birthday." I said with a smile. "Except my mom hated me wearing T-shirts so I could only wear it for bed."

He handed me the pajamas and turned around.

I dressed sitting up, getting my right leg through the pajama pants before asking awkwardly. "I, um, need help."

Sebastian turned around, before gently helping me put my other leg through the pants, blushing slightly and trying his best not to look.

"Thank you." I replied softly as I laid back down on the bed. He picked up the other clothes, folding them and putting them in the top drawer. He came back over to sit on the side of my bed.

"You going to be okay in here?" He asked, his hand hesitating, before he picked up a tendril of my hair between two fingers.

"I'll probably be lonely." I said, smiling up at him, reaching up and he interlocked our fingers.

"Stay alive." He whispered. "I'll keep an eye on your friends."

"Thank you. For everything." I whispered, tears filling up in my eyes again.

He bent down, kissing my cheek, before he stood again, shifting back to the hard demeanor and exiting the door.

I had an ally. More than an ally maybe. But he was only one man against the many guards. he seemed smart though and I was realizing more and more that I was starting to put all of my trust of getting out of here, into him.

I hope I wasn't making a mistake.

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[jessaerys]

your fav mello/near fics??? thank yeww (also love your drawings!)

oohh this reminds me i should pick up my ff.net archival reclist project up again...

it is of note that it's been a looooong while since i've combed the archives and there's a couple of common tropes i don't usually read due to personal taste, so i'm sure there's a lot of good fic i'm unaware of and/or forgetting about! this has totally renewed my interest in making a comprehensive personal reclist >:) perhaps i'll come back and edit this post every now and then.

i owe comments to nearly everyone mentioned here i am SO sorry. it's a lost skill that i am working on developing again. at the very least i've got everyone in one place so i can go down the list this year. i encourage everyone reading from this reclist to leave a comment too!

i wrote "off the top of my head" but this got VERY long so under the readmore it goes

obligatory classics

• the famous @tierfal 's sidetracked (2010) and full of surprises (2009). rated e and m respectively. these are like the allegorical little black dress in the wardrobe of the platonic ideal of the mellonear oneshot. seem to be pretty well known across the ship fandom • stripped (2009) by blueberryash/@tka-trashfire on tumblr. explicit. i haven't read this in a while but i remember it capturing the delicate gossamer tension of the ship in a way that was sooo bittersweet and nostalgic. • to speak of rules and privilege (2008) also by blueberryash/@tka-trashfire, gen, a manifesto on tenderness, soooooooooo soft, changed the game, near being afraid of thunderstorms was immediately adopted into personal canon. big time influence for the way i write near and mello's pre-canon relationship re: big brother, little brother. • an understanding (2008) by blueberryash/@tka-trashfire, rated T, short and sweet, razor sharp prose, the aesthetics of the little piece live rent free in my head. • dual(2011) by ramasi, @ramasi here i believe. rated m. historians say this might be one of the first examples of mellonear choking kink ever recorded,

•scarification (2012) by gacrux11 on fanfiction.net, rated m, big time dead dove do not eat. sorry this one leans early 2010s era grimdark melodrama but i love it sjkdfkjfd. not enough dead dove fics about the boys if u ask me. • salt in the wound (2007) •tempus fugit (2007), and • white out (2006) by vaudevillain king on fanfiction. net. a beloved rare find. all of them are rather grimdark edgy products of their era, but some of the best the era had to offer. they make me so nostalgic for my teenagehood on fanfiction.net. i get the impression these might've been written even before death note was finished? • birthday smut (2009) by kleine_aster on livejournal. explicit. this one is SO funny to me because it is both really, really good, very in character, but unfortunately it suffers from almost satirical misogyny that afflicted fujoshis back in the day. near literally is like oh that bitch... like. he would not fucking think that but i can edit quickly in my brain as i read. bisexual mello rights! otherwise really sexy imo. i might be writing something that's kind of in conversation with this fic.

RARE finds

(please tell me if you enjoy any of these, i want to feel like an explorer that's brought back treasures from far away lands)

contemporary favorites:

• you've heard about it before and you will hear about it again: the archer ensnared (2023) by jabbernatty, rated e. a jessaerys obligatory syllabus read, the fic that made me go fulltime yaoi disease. i owe so much to jabbernatty they are my white whale my friend my enemy the writer i've psychically imprinted on from the beginning. honestly too scared to even leave a comment given the jessarys archer ensnared lore. may one day may contact and pray i don't come across as insane • postmortem (2023) by the_hemlock true gen, a favorite of ALL time. it's only tangentially mn really, it is 99% about near trying to piece together the mystery of lawlight post-canon, but the characterization and prose are some of if not the best i've ever come across. reads like it could be a piece of canon material. if you only read one fic on this list i'd pick postmortem. • it's friday i'm in love by neallo/@neallo rated m. possibly my all time fave in the neallo cinematic universe. something about the after-hours longing and the standing in the kitchen by the refrigerator lights, as the poets say. i love when stories feel like you're cutting out a window to peer into a larger universe that is just out of reach. perfectly captures what it is like to have a maddening crush • i want to hold you (hostage)(2023) by neallo/@neallo rated e. thee defining fic of this current modern mellonear era. manages to walk the line of kinky/sexy/sweet/fluffy all at once. plot twist of the century in the last chapter. near is properly as bananas insane as mello is in this fic, which is the marker of a good mellonear dynamic. really everything by morgan neallo is a safe bet for a great read • there's nothing i want but you (2023) by neallo/@neallo rated t. wammy's era mellonear obsessiveness that is soooo teenagery and yet a portent of just how codependent they might one day get. cute and ominous. • armageddon/kill game (2024) by bolide/@bolide-archive came out of nowhere a couple of months ago and ascended to the top of the game like a dark horse. rated m, chess au. one of my favorite interior mello narrations and one of the most similar to my own interpretation. such naturally talented prose. i rotate lines from this in my head all the time. still in progress but i have faith that it will be completed :') • how to burn down the sacred loom (2023) by dornishviper/@vriskarlmarx a contemporary CLASSIC. the less you know going in the better. beautiful prose, beautiful structure. they don't make fic like this anymore • the house always wins (2023) by mer_curia/@vivi-scera. screaming with my mouth closed. holds a special place in my heart given that it is my posting that convinced vi to give the ship a try, and i was rewarded with a fic that is so catered to my tastes i honestly had to read it through my fingers. SO good, the manifesto on wammyscest, so rather controversial. heed the warnings. • moonlight (2023) by tsukinousagi/@quicktimeeventfull rated t. an austere, cold little glimpse into a vampire au. it's giving let the right one in. so melancholic. one of the saddest near examinations out there. •proximity tells (2018) by abysmallypresent, rated m. truly lives up to death note's second-by-second minutia while managing to keep up the tension the entire time. great characterization. •silhouettes (2015) by bad blood/eroticcodependence, @wxmmyshouse on tumblr. unrated, post-canon compliant. made me CRY! elegantly short and simple, bittersweet and so so wistful. •arsonist's lullabye (2023) by tzviaariella/@tzviaariella. rated t. this one has a heart-wrenching air of realism to it that exists outside the chaotic universe of death note, one of those examinations of picking up the pieces after the titans have all gone away. very bittersweet.

honorary mentions

• let's die somewhere prettier (2020) by firesafinething also one of my absolute favorites, unfortunately it is discontinued and it is likely it will never be completed. sad! the premise seemed SO promising. in my mind i file it right next to postmortem mentioned above. the exploration of the tragedy of 27 year old near we could have had in a better timeline. one day i will leave a comment so good maybe it will bring back the fic from the land of the dead • august underground by me & @firebuggg rated e, in progress. >:) (shamless self promo)

[aziraphales-library]

Hello! I hope you're all able to find some time for yourselves today. The second fic of a series I've been really enjoying started posting (at the time of sending this ask) and I was enjoying it so much I had to stop reading so I could share it.

The series is called "The Book of Muriel" by Oatmeal Addiction. The first fic, "Ut It Tempus (Or: Muriel's Wet, Wild, and Very Hot Summer Weekend)", is complete and can satisfyingly be read alone if you don't like reading WIPs. It's a hilarious and warmly written hurt/comfort from Muriel's perspective, becoming friends with Crowley while he's very much going through it post-divorce. And it has very delightful illustrations as well!

Here's the summary of the first fic:

The tale of a plucky scrivener, their new demonic companion, and a quest to rescue a bookshop from Climate Change. Warning: Contains multiple instances of hair-brained schemes, two instances of ugly crying, a partial sonnet about a crab-cake, Carly Rae Jepsen, bad art, bad jokes, slugs, depression, spontaneous combustion, heartbreak, friendship, and brief but disturbing mentions of cryptocurrency.

With such a unique title this one was easy to find, but a lil reminder to include the author and/or link to the fic, please! Thanks for the rec...

Ut It Tempus (Or: Muriel's Wet, Wild, and Very Hot Summer Weekend) by OatmealAddiction (T)

The tale of a plucky scrivener, their new demonic companion, and a quest to rescue a bookshop from Climate Change. Warning: Contains multiple instances of hair-brained schemes, two instances of ugly crying, a partial sonnet about a crab-cake, Carly Rae Jepsen, bad art, bad jokes, slugs, depression, spontaneous combustion, heartbreak, friendship, and brief but disturbing mentions of cryptocurrency. Part one of The Book of Muriel series

- Mod D

[ministarfruit]

trip's tempus slice of life fics mean the world to me