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tomriddlehyperfixataion · 1 month ago

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A fathers love

Summary- The story between one Dark lord and his only son, Mattheo Riddle. And the first time Mattheo calls for his father when he's in trouble.

An idea inspired by a batfam fic and @anawritez-posts :3 is mostly a fic about Voldy and the relationship between him and his first born son Mattheo.

minor Tom/young Voldy x Reader, mostly just in the background-you can make up your own story for them and if they're romantic or not.

warning; Tom Riddle/Voldemort, heart aching fluff and angst, blood, injury.

Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle, had never exactly expected to be a father, not once as he grew up without one, or when he murdered his father, or even when the world began to know what the name Voldemort meant-and began to fear it.

But a ruler needed an heir, so he convinced an old cohort of his, (y/n) (l/n), to be the mother of his heir. It gave her plenty of benefits, being under his protection, being the mother of his child, and being known as his dark lady because with her becoming the mother of his heir-came certain pureblood expectations, so of course he married her.

After marrying her, came his first-born son Mattheo, who he allowed his last name because Voldemort had never exactly thought of a proper wizarding last name so Riddle would have to do for now.

Birth was…stressful, not just for his wife, but for Voldemort as well-who hadn’t exactly realized that the death of his mother had affected him so badly that he was…scared that (y/n) would die giving birth to Mattheo. But she was fine, and Mattheo was a little red wriggly potato of a newborn.

“Healthy lungs,” (y/n) commented, exhausted and happy, looking down at his firstborn in her arms that was crying as hard as he could with his new functioning lungs. Voldemort nearly cringed if he wasn’t staring in near awe.

He made that, they made that, they made a tiny little human. (y/n) looked up at him, examining the impossibly surprised and soft expression the dark lord was making, he was knelt beside the bed, staring at Mattheo who was cradled in (y/n)’s arms. “Would you like to hold him?” (y/n) asked and Voldemort swallowed, for the first time, scared of hurting somebody.

“Should I?” Voldemort asked, his voice uncharacteristically vulnerable and (y/n) nodded, sitting up to place Mattheo in Voldemort's arms, who took him so gently it was almost comical. “Support his head, just like that.” (y/n) murmured, Voldemort slowly leaning back on his heels as he looked down at the tiny being in his arms-who had quieted as soon as Voldemort had taken him.

“He’s so small,” Voldemort murmured, his brown-red eyes staring down at the baby boy in his arms, warmth he never thought could’ve existed blossoming in his chest. The love of being a father.

Except, Voldemort isnt very good at showing love, considering he had never been shown it all his life. He had very few examples of a fatherly figure, he had Slughorn, he supposed, but he didn’t count Slughorn as a good example-considering how he hated Slughorn's coddling of him, though he did enjoy the praise.

So, Mattheo grew up going to his mother for all of his needs, which Voldemort was fine with, he didn’t know how to communicate with the boy, who was quite emotional-his heart on his sleeve unlike Voldemort, who had been emotional when he was young-but he was mean spirited, Mattheo was soft, like his mother.

Voldemort didn’t exactly try to stop the softness that Mattheo had in his heart, because while Mattheo didn’t know it, even the dark lord was weak to Mattheo’s doe eyes he gave when he wanted something from his mother.

Mattheo, however, grew up thinking his father didn’t exactly, care about him. The dark lord was distant and quiet, never showing affection even to his wife, Mattheo’s mom. This made Mattheo believe that he was only an heir to Voldemort, a means to an end, because his friends-or his future followers as the dark lord deemed them-all had relationships with their fathers, while they were stern and maybe a bit mean sometimes, they were still fathers, caring and loving, and when he was young, very very protective.

One time he saw Lucius call out for his dad when he scraped his knee and Abraxas had been next to him quicker than anyone could even say expelliarmus. It had only been a scrape too, and yet Abraxas had scooped up the 7-year-old and carried him into Malfoy manor, away from where he and Mattheo had been playing quidditch.

Mattheo always wondered what would happen if he called out for his father? If he started crying and called out for ‘dad’?

Mattheo, for the longest time, thought he’d never respond, that he had better luck calling for death itself to save him, because Voldemort would never care about anyone that much.

Right?

Mattheo hit the floor with a crack, groaning as his shoulder flared with pain. He could taste blood in his mouth, dripping off his lip and down his chin. He’d been assigned to a mission, either by his father or some other higher-up death eater, like Lestrange or something, but it was a stupidly dangerous mission, trying to convince the trolls of the western mountains to join his father's cause.

They hadn’t exactly reacted well to Mattheo’s offer, be it strained since he hadn’t exactly wanted to be there, so here he was, being thrown like a doll by mountain trolls.

He rolled onto his back, his vision blurry as he looked up at the trolls just a few feet away, one stomping up to him-raising its club high. Mattheo’s wand wasn’t in reach-blending in with the sticks and leaves on the forest floor, his heart seized in his chest.

Was he going to die here? Would he never get to see his mom again?

Would he never finish his Hogwarts education?

Panic bubbled in his throat and tears burned in his eyes-breathing heavily and quickly as he tried to scramble back. It came out by accident, the breathless cry of a scared 15-year-old who needed to be saved.

“D-Daaa-ad!!” The word was interrupted by blood in his throat, choking on it, making his voice quiet and almost pitiful.

The troll close to him didn’t even get the chance to arch down the club-because a swirl of strong black smoke and a blast of green lightning interrupted it. “AVADA KADAVRA!” a familiar voice bellowed, killing another troll-the shock wave from the two mountain trolls hitting the ground blowing Mattheo’s hair back as he sobbed on the ground, his shoulder in flaring pain and his chest hurting as he took shallow breaths between sobs.

He opened his eyes-seeing Voldemort-face twisted in rage-turn away from the mountain trolls that were fleeing. His father’s face went pale-paler than usual-and he rushed towards Mattheo, dropping his wand as he dropped to his knees beside his only son, carefully scooping the young boy into his arms, his head cradled in his elbow.

“Mattheo,” Voldemort breathed out, his eyes wide with worry, his jaw clenched as he looked over Mattheo for any injuries-finding many.

“Dad-“ Mattheo choked out, his hand tight against his father's sleeve-he doesn’t even remember the last time his father held him like this but right now he cant bring himself to try to remember-right now, he’s scared, he’s hurt, he needs his dad.

And his dad is right here, holding him, killed for him, protected him.

Mattheo doesn’t even know where he came from, how he knew Mattheo called for him, how he knew where Mattheo was. Perhaps Voldemort had followed him, perhaps it was fatherly instincts, perhaps magic.

It could’ve been anything, and Mattheo didn’t care, because his dad had come to save him-just like he always wanted.

“i-I’m-sorry,” Mattheo blubbered out as Voldemort found his wand and began enchanting healing spells under his breath, trying to reverse the worst of the damage.

“What?” Voldemort asked, his brow furrowed as he looked at Mattheo’s face. “Mattheo-no-“

“I shouldn’t be crying-I’m not a baby-I should’ve-been able to handle it,” Mattheo stutters out-fat tears rolling down his face-he hadn’t cried in front of his father in many many years.

Voldemort shushes him, it’s awkward and new, a copy of what his mother did when Mattheo got upset, but it’s still there-a gentle coo and a warm hand that brushed away blood and tears on Mattheo’s face. “Do not apologize, never apologize, you’re my child. You weren’t supposed to be on this mission in the first place,” Voldemort murmured, scooping his son completely into his arms, Mattheo clinging to his father’s robes.

Mattheo furrows his brows at his father’s words. He wasn’t meant to be on this mission? “I meant for this to be for Mulciber, who even told you to do this?” Voldemort said, it was a rhetorical question, but Mattheo answered anyway and Voldemort’s jaw clicked in anger. “I shall deal with him later, where is your wand?”

Mattheo sniffed and looked around, still in his father’s arms-which feels so odd-but finds his wand on the floor and his father grabs it, and in a moment he apparated them back to the manor-his mother already rushing down the stairs as Voldemort carried him through the threshold of the main foyer.

“I’ve got him,” Voldemort calmly said to his wife, who nodded, her fingers brushing through Mattheo’s hair as he leaned towards her-his eyes closed as he felt blood drying on his face.

He’s set down in his room on his bed and his father personally sees to his medical needs, wiping up blood and fixing bones that were broken from when he’d been tossed to the ground by one of the mountain trolls.

It’s quiet, awkwardly quiet for a long time, Mattheo watching as his father, Voldemort, patched him up-his brown-red eyes intense as he waved his wand, charming the slice in Mattheo’s hand to heal up and close.

“I didn’t think you’d come,” Mattheo admitted softly, too scared, too shy, to look at his father, who froze at Mattheo’s words. His brows furrowed, looking up at his son.

“Why not?” Voldemort asked, putting his wand away and sitting next to his son, their shoulders only a few inches apart.

“I didn’t know you cared,” Mattheo said softly, looking down at his hands. Voldemort swallowed, he knows he’s been a very distant parent, barely interacting with his son over the last 15 years-not since Mattheo was a toddler and needed his father much more than he did now.

Voldemort struggles with his words, but he has to let Mattheo know how much he really cares.

“I never expected to be a father,” Voldemort admits, wringing his hands between his knees. Mattheo looks at him, his eyes wide-realizing what was happening, his father was opening up to him. “But upon making myself the dark lord, a ruler of the wizarding world, I knew I would need an heir. I married your mother because an heir needs a mother-and she was the only one I was comfortable with, making an heir with. I…” Voldemort swallowed, rubbing his brow.

“I never expected you. I watched you be born, I was terrified your mother would pass while giving birth to you, like my mother had, but she didn’t-and you had arrived. You were so small,” his voice becomes quiet, his gaze distant, fond. “I was terrified I would hurt you by holding you, but your mother insisted. Holding you for the first time-i…I never knew what it meant to be a father, I hardly know how to be one still but…when I held you for the first time, you were no longer my heir-you were my son. My very first love. I’m…I’m sorry I’ve failed to show it all these years.”

Mattheo can feel the lump in his throat, and he takes a small breath; he can't help but leaning forward-wrapping his arms around his father, and for the first time since he was a toddler, his father hugs him back.

Mattheo’s mother watches from the doorway, smiling softly before walking away, knowing her husband and son had finally connected once more.

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astarionancuntnin · 8 months ago

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Bad Blood

summary: it was meant to be a nice, simple plan. get the sorceress to fall in love with him to assure his own safety, nothing more. what he didn't plan was to fall for her as well, and all the complications that came along with it.

my own twist on the astarion confession scene with the reader!tav from my previous fic, Undisclosed Desires

rating: M

word count: 3.6k

pairing: astarion x tav (previously femtav!reader, sorceress!tav)

cw: angst, hurt/comfort, self-destructive tendencies from tav, dissociation, mention of past trauma (rape/abusive relationship), toxic coping mechanism, near death experience, talks of manipulation tricks (Astarion's confession speech). full list on ao3

a/n: a follow up to Undisclosed Desires (master list can be found here), now featuring astarion POV! reading the previous fic isnt mandatory but i do highly suggest it to get a feel of their relationship + reader!tav's character and the build up that brought them there (mind you UD is explicit).

chapter song inspo: nightmare by boywithuke (full playlist is on the masterlist)

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Why do I try? I don't know why I wanna fall in love

I wanna die, every time I see you parking up

Forget about the fights, remember the nights we had, it's not enough

I wanna lie, pretend I'm alright, but-

I’m… not expecting you to say it back, but I meant what I said yesterday. I don’t know where this’ll go, but I know I want to be with you.

The words resonated in Astarion’s head.

He was pretending to be sleeping back then, but he heard every single thing she uttered. Her confession had struck him harder than he had expected, leaving him at a loss for words.

He was charming, she was alone; of course, this was the expected outcome — he did everything to make her fall for him, and it had worked, just as it should’ve. It was easy after all, a mere routine for him. She might've been a challenge at first, but she was always meant to fall for him; everyone eventually did. Everything had gone exactly according to plan. Everything except one simple detail.

I think I’m in love with you.

Astarion has had those words in mind ever since her declaration, a few nights ago. Those little words that shouldn’t have meant as much as they did when she spoke them, and yet, left him speechless, in a state of shock he couldn't remember experiencing before. He spent the rest of the night processing them: the words themselves, her tone, the state she was in when she said them—

Ha! There it was: the obvious, rational explanation to all of this: she was simply high off of a post-climax state. She couldn’t truly be in love with someone like him, she’d have to be out of her bloody mind, or have no sense of self-worth whatsoever! But if she was… well, this was just proof that his nice, simple plan had turned against him.

They didn’t talk about what happened — Gods, that would've killed him all over again — but their relationship was stable. He had what he wanted: security from the leader of the group, assurance that she wasn’t going to turn on him, and a meal every night, while she had a stronger rogue among their ranks, company in her bed, and… a certain peace of mind as of lately.

She was less aggressive towards him — which was an added bonus on his side, granted — and he admired that fire in her that made her a menace on the battlefield, without taking away that softness in her character, even if it bothered him that she didn't save that energy for their own group.

That balance in her personality, this goodness mixed with this fire within that drifted him towards her, that made him love her in return—

Wait… No, that couldn’t be right. He found himself enjoying the banter between the two of them, it’s true. She was just as witty as he was, and their back and forth was the most fun he had during the day. She challenged him, kept him on his toes, ready for anything, and the few times they had sex were great, he couldn’t deny that either.

But love? Ha! That would be foolish of him. He wouldn’t spill his heart out to just anyone, it would need to be someone sincere, kind, that would see him for who he is and not for what he can offer.

Someone… perhaps, just like her.

It didn’t matter that this had started out as a ruse to have her trust and protect him, when it became so much more intimate as she opened herself up to him during those precious moments, he couldn’t deny the feelings that arose in his chest. He was able to know her unlike anyone else amongst their group, just as she knew him.

She was more than he expected her to be, more than just a victim meant to be disposed of. More than anything he had ever felt, for anyone before.

The feeling was… hard to process, to say the least. Completely hated it at first — it was a weakness to be exploited now, and how dare his very own plan had turned against him? Ugh. A bloody mess, he thought. Then he saw how she cared, when no one else did. When he held her close that morning, he didn’t want to let go. She sounded so sincere, felt so warm and soft against him; a safe haven.

No — could not, would not love her. Until he could come forward with his own feelings — if he ever did — he would have to resign himself to accepting any form of affection from her only when she was the least likely to notice — when she would be the one to offer — so he could simply accept out of leniency. She didn’t have to know about all the thoughts plaguing him.

Gods, she frustrated him; just by existing, she made him feel so… safe and happy, and it was just so difficult not to, when she was always taking a stand for him. She was merciless and cruel to those who posed a threat to their group, yet so protective of him as much as she protected herself.

She was probably the most courageous member of their party, but as of late, this courage had turned into recklessness; casting strong spells that could have wiped an entire village when a simple, smaller one, would’ve done the trick. Every fight made her take more unnecessary risks to secure their victory, and given the shadowlands were dangerous territory, she believed it justified her recent impulsiveness.

It didn’t make any sense coming from her — she used to be more strategic, she was resourceful and able to lead battles using everyone’s abilities; that’s why they had put her in charge of their group, but their latest fights had been too close for comfort, and tension had risen around camp.

It has worked so far, she had claimed, not seeing the issue with her behaviour, and dismissing everyone who came forward to express their concern.

But what if it happened to fail? What then?

Astarion's fellow companions blamed it on the shadow-cursed lands that must’ve been affecting her, surely, as she was growing back to her cold, distant self, but Astarion noticed the change in her behaviour specifically following their visit at Last Light Inn.

She was fine when they first entered the vicinity, but by the time they were leaving, Tav seemed anxious and eager to go back into the woods, away from the security the inn provided, which went against everything they had fought for.

When she was asked about it, she blamed it on a bad gut feeling, dismissing any of their concerns, and when Shadowheart agreed and blamed it on the presence of the Selûnite cleric — who they didn’t even get the chance to discuss with yet — the rest of their party didn’t push for more information. She stayed mostly silent for the rest of the day and even ignored Astarion’s remarks.

Her behaviour was odd, but he couldn’t let himself care too much. Stick to the plan, he repeated to himself.

She let him feed the following nights, but she seemed away during their sessions. She wasn’t exactly the talkative type and he didn’t want to push her to the point where she would decline him her neck for the following nights, but she caught his attention when she walked out of her tent, panting, a few times throughout these last nights. When he had taken a peek, he found her clutching at her chest, struggling to breathe as she was pacing nearby.

Astarion knew better than to ask, but curiosity got the best of him. Tonight, after everyone else had gone to bed and he joined her in her tent, he would confront her about her nightly troubles.

She was dabbing her neck, cleaning the traces of his recent feeding, her eyes lost in the distance, when he spoke up.

“I’ve noticed you seem… away, during our little sessions, as of late.”

“Hm?” She’s snapped back to reality, proving his point, but still avoiding any eye contact. “Oh, it’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“Believe me, I would if it was anyone else but…” he stopped himself from saying anything he might regret, sliding back into his careless self. ��You're the leader of this group. Our very lives are between your hands and I would quite like to keep mine.”

She chuckled humorlessly, “I'm telling you, I'm fine.”

“Allow me to doubt that, especially with those nightmares you’ve been having lately.”

Her gaze locked with his, a dread settling within her.

“Is that what they are then?” He asked. “Night terrors?”

Her eyes darted across her tent; he could see the internal fight she was having with herself, deciding to come clean about her condition or not.

She sighed deeply after a few seconds, taking in a moment to find the words and it took her a few tries to finally speak up.

“When we passed by the Last Light Inn, I… recognised someone. He…” Her breath cut short. “We used to be together, for some time.” She paused.

“A few years. It wasn’t a great experience, to say the least. I was young and naive, he was just a bit older and experienced. I felt so special to be the one he had deemed worthy of his attention, and he took advantage of it.”

The next words got stuck in her throat, unable to carry on as her breathing quickened. Her eyes blinked uncontrollably, still staring ahead, lost in a world of her own. It took her a moment to finally come back and continue.

“I hated myself for so long, felt guilty of what had happened to me. It took me years to get over it– I thought I was over it, but the second I saw him again, it all came back at once.”

She paused once more, trying to regulate her breathing. “I spent all those years thinking about how I could make him regret what he did to me, if we ever crossed paths again. And when it finally happened, I froze. It didn’t matter that I am older, stronger, smarter; I. fucking. froze. I was right back where I started, just a—”

Tears were threatening to fall and she pulled her knees close to her chest, turning her head aside, as if she couldn’t bear to let him see her in that state. “I’m sorry– you need to leave.”

He stayed frozen, perhaps just like she had been in her story, as he watched her pull away from her. He wanted to stay and comfort her, tell her that he would be by her side no matter what, that he would help her get her revenge if that’s what she desired, just like she promised to help him out against Cazador, but he simply couldn’t. The words remained caged in his chest as he got up and opened the flap of her tent before bidding his goodbyes.

The next morning, she avoided him like he used to avoid the sun; anytime he was nearby, she would turn to face someone else among their group, as if she couldn’t stand to look at him. Her speech was concise, mathematical; she had lost any sign of the emotions she had experienced the night prior.

When she selected the members of the party for the day, he was surprised to be a part of it. He wasn't scared to be left in camp, after all, she made it clear in the past that his ability to lock pick any and everything made him a valuable asset, but he had his doubts after how she had been acting this morning.

Tav proposed to visit Moonrise Tower to get to the heart of their problem, but the shadow curse had made it tedious to navigate further and Karlach urged the group to revisit the Last Light Inn to get the help of the Selûnite cleric. With the majority of the party agreeing, their leader had no choice but to step over her current feelings for the sake of their mission, but she made it clear that they wouldn’t stay a second longer than needed in there.

To her dismay, that moment would take up most of their day.

After receiving the blessing of the cleric, a winged man — that Isobel referred to as Marcus — arrived from the skies claiming that she needed to leave with him, and when it was made clear that it wasn't an option, a fight ensued with his own army of undead.

They should've been able to handle them, it was their first fight of the day and they were prepared for anything. Or so they thought.

The hits from their enemies were stronger than anticipated and Shadowheart barely managed to keep everyone alive with Marcus who used his necrotic powers to drain them dry at every chance he had; against their best attempt, Isobel was knocked out and captured by the winged man.

Without the moon cleric to protect the inn, all its inhabitants were claimed by the shadow curse; one by one, the group of adventurers watched them die and turn against them, prolonging their already lengthy battle.

They defeated all the harpers within the inn before making their way outside, where another group of possessed fighters were waiting for them. The fight had been going on for what felt like forever; waves of new enemies kept coming in and the party was running short on spells and patience. Worse, even, Shadowheart had used the last of her healing spells, and no remaining healing potion was in sight.

With everyone’s health running dangerously low, the sorceress knew she had to act fast to assure their victory. She was scanning the battlefield to evaluate her options when she froze, her gaze stuck on one of the Harpers that was approaching them. Astarion recognized her behaviour from the night before and he knew he had to step in.

He screamed her name, trying to make her snap out of it, but she remained motionless, unable to react to her environment, as a range of emotions visibly flooded her all at once. Without Karlach by her side to slash the undead that was coming for her, she would’ve been downed right there and then. The fiery tiefling screamed her name again and grabbed her by her shoulder, grounding her back to reality.

“Soldier, hey! You with me?” She was panting from the fight, and her features were painted with worry.

Tav blinked quickly, taking back her surroundings, “Yeah… yeah, I’m fine, sorry.”

“What’s happened to you? You were this close to being a goner. Don’t do that again to us, you hear me, yeah?”

She didn’t answer back, as her eyes fell back on the Harper she recognized seconds ago, and an uncontrollable anger started boiling within her. Although Astarion noticed the fists clenching tighter and tighter at her sides, he wasn’t expecting what came next.

She freed herself from Karlach’s grasp on her shoulder as she bolted straight to the Harper she had in her sights with a tunnel vision. No one was able to stop her before she cast flaming hands on the undead, with a guttural scream that was cut short by the explosion that followed.

Blinded by rage, the sorceress failed to notice the multiple barrels of smoke powder that surrounded their last enemies as she cast her spell, blowing them up and herself in the process.

The rest of the party remained far enough to be spared by the explosion, while Karlach received barely any damage. As the smoke settled down, the figure of their friend appeared, spread on the ground among the corpses of their fallen enemies.

No… No, it can't be—

Despite his distance from her, Astarion was the first one to reach her. He quickly rushed past the cleric and barbarian to land next to the fainted sorceress, bringing her head close to him. He tried to look for her eyes, but they were shut tight with no sign of life.

“Wake up… Wake up! Come on now. Please…” His hold of her became desperate, looking for any sign of consciousness; her body’s warmth was quickly turning to a familiar coldness, and the soft melody of her heartbeat was getting quieter.

Dread started to settle in and he shot a deadly stare at Shadowheart who was still standing next to Karlach, checking on her smaller wounds. “What are you waiting for? An invitation?! Heal her!”

“I used my last spell on you earlier!” She shouted as she tried to explain. “We need to bring her back to our camp.”

“Would it kill you to try?”

Karlach nodded to Shadowheart, agreeing that their friend was in bigger need of care than her, and Shadowheart approached the fainted party member begrudgingly, knowing fully well she would be of no help, and knelt next to her as she tried to cast a healing spell.

She tried again, and again, but her magic had run out. “I'm sorry, I– I can't.”

“What do you mean, you can't?!” Astarion spat out, his anger overtaking any sense of reason within him. “That's your sole purpose! What good of a cleric are you if you can't even heal her!”

“Hey!” Karlach stepped in before Shadowheart could retort. “Yelling won't get us anywhere, alright? We're all exhausted, and Soldier here needs serious help – let's just all go back to camp? Halsin might be able to take a look at her.”

His eyes narrowed, looking back at his lover, and he nodded to his friend. Without wasting any more time, Karlach picked her lifeless body from the ground, leading the march to their campsite without muttering another word.

Back at camp, the party rushed to bring the burned sorceress to Halsin’s tent. At the brief sight of her lifeless body, everyone else rushed to see the state she was in.

“By Sylvanus, what happened back there?”

“Does it matter, druid? She clearly needs help!” Astarion shouted.

“She was in the middle of an explosion, it was pretty bad.” Karlach stepped in, providing an answer for the archdruid. ”Can you fix her up?”

“I’ll do what I can, my friend, but I’ll need some time– “ He turned to Astarion who was hovering. “And space. Do not worry, I will come to you once I am done.”

With those last words, Karlach laid their fallen friend down in Halsin’s tent and guided Astarion out with a pat on the shoulder and a soft “Come on, Fangs''. He followed her, giving one last look at the woman he grew to love, a mix of anger and worry painted over his face.

Astarion remained at his tent, trying to take his mind off of her by sewing up his torn clothes, but his mind kept going back to the moments before the explosion. He had pieced together what had happened, but he couldn't understand why she had put herself at risk like so. She was the smartest among them – he even enjoyed taunting Gale about it – and she was logical in combat. Why would she go as far as to risk her life over this? He kept pacing around in circles for the rest of the evening, expecting the worst as time went by.

As night time approached, the flap’s of Halsin's tent opened to reveal an exhausted healer. Astarion hurried to him, his worry circulating to the druid with unspoken words.

“I stabilised her.” He tried to reassure the pale elf. “She will be alright, but she needs to rest. Her wounds were… a lot to bear. If she didn't have her strong resolve, she might’ve not made it.”

His eyes darted to the opening of the tent, mindlessly walking in, not ready for what was before him: the sorceress half naked, her clothes having been replaced almost completely by bandages. The few bits of her skin left bare showed old scars and new bruises covering them. She lifted her eyes to meet his, only to turn away at the vision of his visible worry.

“It's bad, isn't it?” she sighed heavily. “He said I shouldn't use my powers for a few days. Said it could ‘compromise the healing process’.” She mocked the archdruid’s voice. When Astarion didn’t say anything in return, her eyes darted back to him to notice his expression hadn’t changed in the slightest. “You shouldn’t have to see me like this.”

“And you shouldn’t have blown yourself up, dear.”

She scoffed, “It’s not like I did it intentionally.”

“Not unless your intention was to end your life,” he snapped.

“Gods, what’s wrong with you?”

“Me?! What's wrong with me is that I happen to care for a brat who's prone to self destructive behaviour!”

“Excuse me?!” She raised herself up on her elbows.

“That stunt you pulled back there? You almost died!”

“We all could've died! I made the right choice to save our skins and nobody is grateful for it.” She groaned in pain, her body reminding her of her recent wounds.

“What choice?! Blowing yourself up? You blindly rushed in and put your life at risk. Gods, do you even realise the danger you put yourself in?”

“It was a calculated risk,” she hissed, her voice lowering. “And… I needed to do it.”

“What, kill yourself? Are we really that bad of a crowd, darling?”

“Ugh, I don’t even know why I’m trying to justify myself to you – It worked out, didn’t it? Why are you making such a big deal out of it now?”

“Because I care about you!”

"Oh right, it would be such a shame if something happened to your precious meal."

"You are more than that to me!”

She froze, the anger vanishing from her face, “...What do you mean?”

Shit.

“When you… when I held you in my arms, back there I – I thought you were gone.” His voice cracked. “I didn’t think I would care, Hells, I didn’t plan to, I–”

She quickly blinked in confusion, “Plan?” and he realised just then what he had let out; he needed to come clean.

“I know how it’s going to sound but, please, just hear me out. I… I had a plan. A nice, simple plan - seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you’d never turn on me. It was easy - instinctive. Habits from two hundred years of charming people kicked in. All you had to do was fall for it. And all I had to do was not fall for you… Which is where my nice, simple plan fell apart.”

She stayed silent, taking in everything he confessed, her gaze going back and forth as she was considering his words, and Astarion was starting to fear this was a mistake; this was meant to show her he cared just as much as she did. He couldn’t afford to lose her, not now that he laid out his feelings, not after almost losing her. He reached out for her hand, trying to bring her back to him.

“I swear this plan is long gone by now.”

She scoffed, finally finding her voice again. “So all this time…” Her chest rose as her breathing accelerated and she pulled her hand away from him in disbelief. “Everything you said, what we did–… Gods, were you even attracted to me?”

“Of course I was!” He exclaimed. “Look at you, for goodness sake – you’re a vision. And you’re so much more than that.”

“Right. Then all of this,” she points at the two of them, “The flirting, the teasing, the soft words, you caring about me… It was an act, all along?”

“Yes— No! I mean– only at first, but then what we had – after that first night – it was real, I swear.”

She looked away as her eyes teared up, removing her hand from his grasp. “Why are you telling me this, Astarion?”

“I… I’m not sure… But you deserved to know.”

She scoffed, “I cannot believe I let myself fall for you. I’m such a fool.”

“Please–” He reached out for her hand again and she backed off abruptly.

“Don't touch me.”

The familiar words made his undead heart clench in pain and he backed off slowly. Despite her visible tears, Astarion knew she was boiling with rage.

“Please… say something.”

The tears streamed down her face as she blinked, her gaze stuck on the ground before them.

“You better have had your fill yesterday, because that was the last time I let you feed on me.” Her eyes met his, in a fury that he had never seen before, and she spoke with a shaky but dark voice. “I don't want you anywhere near me anymore.”

He nodded, “I understand–”

“I don't think you do,” she cut him off, her raging eyes piercing through him.

He looked at her, incredulous, until she confirmed his worst fear.

“I want you gone from this camp by tomorrow morning.”

But every time I see those eyes

I wonder if you know you're keeping me up late at night

I don't know where to go

I pretend, I don't care, I tell myself you're right here

It's nothing but a nightmare, nightmare

Thank you for reading! Comments, reblogs, and likes are very much appreciated <3

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shuutingstar · 9 months ago

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HELP WHY DO I SEE SO MANY ANGST FICS EVERYWHERE?? GUYS STOP?? COME ON, THIS ISNT HEALTHY??

*ahem* anyway—

Family had many interpretations, Aiden learned. Family could be warm and sweet and comforting, but family could also be cold and cruel and a waste of time.

He didn’t have a need for his mother’s warm smile or his father’s comforting hugs. He didn’t want their affection or approval. Why should he need anything from them when all they’ve done is distant themselves from him?

Family meant cold meals and awkward dinners. Family meant empty houses and quiet rooms. Family meant missing any and all of his award ceremonies.

Family meant nothing to Aiden.

Sometimes, though, when the walls felt like they were caving in and the silence was too loud, he wondered what it would be like to have a family that cared.

Would his mother make him a warm breakfast with a smile on her face? Would his father pick him up from school and ask about his day? Would they care enough to love him?

It wasn’t good to dream. Aiden was well aware that dreaming about a better life would only sour his mood more. It didn’t help that he wanted a family, one that cared. He wanted to feel something other than the aching cold in his bones.

After a while, though, he learned to stop wanting. Wanting led to dreams of the impossible; to days where he felt like a stranger in his own skin. So he stopped wanting.

Instead, he pretended. He smiled and laughed as if nothing was wrong. He dyed his hair and put on eye contacts and stopped feeling like a stranger to himself. Nobody saw the broken boy inside him. Nobody knew who he truly was.

And he wanted to keep it that way.

Ben made things difficult. Ben gave him things he thought he’d never get. He gave him company, patience and love. Ben cared about him. Ben asked about his day; he listened when Aiden talked about his interests. It was almost surreal.

Ben gave him purpose and he was thankful. No, grateful. Smiling was easier with Ben around and laughing felt less forced than usual.

Then they moved and Aiden finally understood what a family was. He laughed and smiled and joked with his friends and almost forgot about the loneliness inside of him. They made living easier. And even though the phantoms weren’t ideal, Aiden was sure he’d never trade this for the world.

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cjinkling · 10 months ago

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Lines From Scott Pilgrim Takes Off except its with Ford and Stan.

- (Maybe dont read this if you haven't seen that little spoiler of Ford about the Bill Book, although this isnt really canon... maybe? So its a eh whatever moment you choose!)

Ford and Stan ANGST!!! (Basically its a just a random thought in my head thinking oh what if Stanley found out that Ford was keeping Bills Book hidden. And so I was like hell yeah! Ill write a short fic about that. And then I was like scrolling through Tiktok and saw Scott Pilgrim audio and I was like THIS WORKS!)

- Warning I didn't proof read this so.. grammatical errors, doesn't make sense? Well woops.

Stanford Pines - "I- I was too afraid to face you."

Stanford had looked away as he had said this. The rain was pouring down fast, on both him and his twin brother Stanley.

Stanley was furious his own twin brother, he had first gotten him kicked out of the house because Stanley had accidentally bumped into Ford's stupid science project, then he had spent 30 years trying to FIX his own mistakes.. even if that meant erasing his own memory to fix it. But, no.. Stanford had to lie to him again.

Stanley had found a random book of Ford's on the ground in Ford's bedroom, so Stanley went to go pick it up and put it away on Ford's book shelf, as he picked up the book he had saw the demon, Bill on the cover of the book. So, Stanley opened the book to see what was inside of it. Inside of the book spelled out one simple line. "Your brother is lying to you about everything" - Llib Rehpic

As Stanley read that line, Ford had walked in and stared at Stanley, Ford was stood in fear as his twin brother closed the book and looked over to see Ford. As Stanley was about to ask about the book, Ford had ran out of the shack into the woods at night, and with the rain pouring down hard. Stanley quickly got up from Ford's bed ran to his own and grabbed his jacket, his beanie, his gloves, and just in case a gun and some money for just in case. He ran down the stairs to get his boots before rushing out of the shack to go find his stupid brother -

Stanley Pines - "So, YOU LEFT WITHOUT A WORD?!"

- Stanley had found his brother infront of Bill's statue panting as the rain hit his body Ford had shook, since he ran out with only his red turtle neck sweater and his gray sweat pants... his brother didn't even manage to put on shoes. He was in what used to be white socks, however since of the rain they turned into a muddy colour. Stanley called out for his brother to come back to the shack but his brother didn't move he did turn around to face Stanley though. He told Stanley he couldn't come home.

Stanley didn't want to believe the book that had Bill as the cover page but.. Stanley had asked Ford about the book that was inside of his bedroom. Ford didn't answer; he had kept quiet which made Stanley pissed off, he went up to his brother with angry tears forming in his eyes and grabbed his sweater pulling him close with a forceful grip.

Stanley Pines - "YOU MADE ME FEEL LIKE NOTHING!"

- Stanley yelled at his brother for a good five minutes before he let go off his sweater. Ford hadn't said anything he had just let Stanley yell at him about how he had lied to him about everything. About how he had sacrificed himself for him, and about how selfish Ford was for trying to hide the book away from his family.

Stanford allowed him to say all these things because if he told Stanley the truth, he wouldn't believe him. Why would HE believe that he Wanted to keep him and his niece and nephew safe. That HE couldn't get rid of the book, that he had TRIED 10 times already.

Once Stanley had let go Ford had looked at his brother which he saw Stanley face covered with rain and a mix of his own tears rolling down his face. Ford had saw his brother as he was shaking and panting trying to get his breath back.

Stanley had recovered, he had looked his brother straight in the eyes with still hatred in his eyes, but it was slowly fading away.

Stanley Pines - "YOU WERE AFRAID? GOOD FOR YOU."

Stanley watched as his brother flinched at Stanley's sound of voice. Stanley let out a small sad chuckle as he grabbed his brother's shoulder patting it before letting go, as he turned around to walk back to the shack leaving his brother alone for the time being. Stanley couldn't face him for the time being for awhile. He would rather have a serious discussion with his stupid brother at the shack where it was warm and safe of any danger. But, before he had started to walk any further away from his brother. Stanley had stopped any said.

Stanley Pines - "All I wanted... was for you to see me"

Stanley had wanted his own brother to trust him with something for once

He should of known better.

#bill cipher #ford pines #gravity falls #stanford pines #the book of bill #stanley pines #grunkle ford #grunkle stan #stan pines #Bill being the main problem yet he isn't even there #Stanford and Stanley angst #Poor poor sad old men these two are

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huuuuughes · 7 months ago

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Chills - Chris Driedger x Reader

Pairing: Chris Driedger x Fem!Reader

Summary: You just can't seem to stay away. Good news is, neither can he.

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: angst. this is v angsty and im so sorry!!! but its not all bad i swear

A/N: posting before he possibly isnt with the birds/kraken lololol. also i know the birds didn't win the cup this year but this is my fic and my dream so just pretend shhhh

also thank you to the lovely @knivesareout for being my beta for this and for being my bff ilysm. this is for and dedicated to you <3

also (again lol) this is lightly inspired by the song Chills by Down With Webster linked here

Chills

My hearts racing trying to catch up to you

The light that you give off is gold

I can’t shake this feeling it fills the room

These chills didn’t come from the cold, they came from you…

You told yourself you weren’t going to come after what happened. You weren’t exactly part of the WAGS anymore after your most recent breakup with ‘he who must not be named’, but you were still friends with a few. Watching hockey felt bittersweet, knowing it was your happy place but also the reason you’d experienced such a rollercoaster of emotions in your personal life.

You just couldn’t stay away. No matter how hard you tried to, the thought of him was always in the back of your mind. You were just tired of coming in 2nd place to him. Of course you knew hockey came first during the season, but you should be next in line. You were supposed to be planning your life together- the ring on your finger still stared back at you. You couldn’t get yourself to give it back. He hasn’t asked for it, but you knew it was the right thing to do.

Staying away from the arena and the game was the smart option, but part of you, for lack of a better term, just wanted to feel something. So you packed up your stuff, and got in the car. You called Coach, knowing he knew what had transpired. He understood- you wanted to be there, just under the radar. Just because your future with him was uncertain, didn’t mean you didn’t want to be there to support your friends. Playoffs meant everything to the Firebirds, they had so much to prove and everything to gain with this series. There was a ticket waiting for you. On the glass, right behind him. You wore everything you could to disguise your face, and covered your hair.

You didn’t want him to know you were there but you couldn’t bear to be farther away. You just wanted to matter, and be supported as much as you gave. He had the kindest heart and you felt like the intent was there, but you knew athletes weren’t the brightest in the love life department. He didn’t want to admit his wrongs and you could tell the frustration was building up in his game play.

You took your seat among the crowd, blending in and sinking into your seat behind the goal. You watched as he did his creases into the ice, his normal pregame routine. The arena filled with chants of his name, the name you once proudly wore on your back to every game. Driedger.

Chris Driedger. Number 60 and starting goalie for the Coachella Valley Firebirds. You’d met soon after he moved to the Valley. He accidentally picked up your drink at the coffee shop and the rest was history. You were inseparable. Your job was work from home and that allowed you almost too much freedom, letting you become immersed in the world of minor league hockey. With his gear on he looked larger than life, but underneath the goalie mask were the most beautiful eyes and stunning smile you’d ever seen. He was like a magnet, sucking you in any time you were remotely near.

Lucky for you he didn’t spend much time turning around and hadn’t noticed you sitting in your normal spot. You couldn’t help but wonder if he had looked anyway, knowing the secret part of his routine. There were the parts everyone knew, and then there were the ones just for you. Every time he came out into the ice you made sure he saw you. You always made sure that he knew that even if he felt unsupported or alone that you were right there behind him. Sometimes all it took for athletes was knowing that at least one person in the room was there just for them.

Transfixed on the game, you almost jumped out of your skin when an arena employee you recognized tapped you on the shoulder.

“Sorry to bother you Miss, but he wanted you to have this.” They handed you a paper bag, and nodded their head in sympathy before walking away. It wasn’t like the breakup was very public but somehow every person who worked at Acrisure knew already. You opened up the bag, and it was his jersey. Not just a jersey from the shop with his name, but his jersey. It was his normal away game jersey which was so big it was essentially a dress on you. This told you one thing: he knew you were there. Either Coach had ratted you out, or that sixth sense he always claimed he had began working. You didn’t draw attention to yourself but yet, in your lap, the jersey sat like a weight.

Taking it out of the bag, a note began to fall from the sleeve.

Thank you. Meet me after, win or lose. - C.

His handwriting was instantly recognizable. He loved to leave you random love notes all over your apartment together. He wasn’t always the best at saying how he felt out loud, so the notes were his way of telling you how he felt. This one felt different- he liked to remain in the zone before and after games. This told you all bets were off. Putting the jersey on you felt a wave of relief come over you. You were the only two people in the room, or at least that’s how it felt. He was your home base and safe haven. You knew you were first in his heart but you needed him to show it. He had to fight for the two of you just as hard as he did. This jersey was his version of a white flag, so to speak. The break up was supposed to be good for the both of you. It was the worst kind of breakup. The kind where you were still in love but you were supposed to be letting them go.

My world came crashing down right under you,

These chills didn't come from the cold,

They came from you.

It was kind of incredible when you thought about it. Someone who is a stranger one day, can walk into your life and turn your world upside down. The center of your universe changes, and the feeling in your chest doesn’t want the center to change. It was never going to. You couldn’t ask someone to change overnight.

He was playing so well. He remained one of the best goalies in the entire AHL but there was something about him today. If you didn’t know him well, one might not even notice it. His movements were a second too slow, almost too late. The game remained tied at 0-0, but that wasn’t going to be enough, something had to give. It was frustrating that they weren’t making any progress halfway through the second period. With one minute left in the period, the announcer shared with the crowd that there was such a time remaining. The buzzer sounded a minute later, and he didn’t even look back. The team made a beeline for the locker room and you didn’t even hesitate to get up. You made your way to the tunnel where you could access the facilities underneath the bleachers. Flashing your ID that you were supposed to give back, the security guard recognized you and let you pass.

You didn’t even know what your plan was. You just needed to get to him. Now was probably not a good time to try and get to him, they should all be focused on the game. You were going to have to beg Coach in front of the whole team to let you speak with him, which was going to be embarrassing enough. Except when you reached the end of the tunnel and turned the corner, there he was. Still in full gear, helmet still on. His head is bowed down, but at the sound of your shoes his head bolts in your direction. You can feel his gaze through the mask, his eyes like daggers following you as you got closer to him.

“What are you doing out here?” You asked, after finally managing to speak.

“I could ask the same question about you being here.” He was hiding the emotion in his voice as best he could.

“You and I both know I wouldn’t miss this game, whether we’re together or not. This team is still my family.”

“Then why did you sit in your normal seat? You could have sat anywhere else in this arena. You didn’t even need to be here. Why there, when you know I can see you?”

“You should be watching the puck Chris, not me. You have an entire team you’re supposed to be working for.”

“How can I focus when you’re right behind me? Do you think that it’s been easy for me, being without you? I knew the moment you walked into this arena. The moment you sat down. You have been the only thing on my mind for weeks. You are the only light that I notice when you’re in the room. It is maddening to think I am not with you or have you because I can’t seem to get my shit together.” His tone had gotten louder the more he spoke, filling the empty hallway you were occupying.

“You have me! That’s what I came down here to tell you. I thought being apart was the better thing for us. I thought you needed to get it together and so did I. But all of those problems seem small now. I want you to be the best version of yourself. You have earned that cup, you and I both know that. So stop making stupid mistakes. I know you’re holding yourself back. You’re hesitating. I know you’re tired. I know it’s been a long road, but you have 20 more minutes between you and the cup. Do what you do best, please.”

“I- what?” Based on the expression on his face, he wasn’t expecting that response.

“I will be right here at the end of this game, win or lose. Regardless of the outcome, I am proud of you and I love you. But I know your team would appreciate it if it was a win.” You smiled, and he finally took off his helmet. You could see him, truly, for the first time since you walked into the tunnel.

“You’ll be right here? You love me?” He smiled and stepped closer to you.

“Your team needs you now. I suspect Coach will come out here and have my head if you don’t get back in there.” He didn’t need to hear the confirmation, but you could tell in his eyes that he wanted it. He put on a protective shell for everyone else, but only you were the one who could see the little breaks where he let people in.

“Driedger get your ass back in this damn locker room before I die of old age!”

You were really gonna miss him next season.

“That’s my cue.” Before you could say no, he leaned in and placed his hand on the side of your face bringing you closer to him so he could place a kiss on your forehead. “See you in 20 minutes.”

The rest of the game was absolutely electric. You could almost feel the arena vibrating beneath your feet. You wore his jersey proudly, bragging any time he made a save that he was your man. You could almost feel your heart beating out of your chest with every second that passed on the clock. 30 seconds left, a tie score, and the only thing between the Firebirds and a win was just a single goal.

It was like the next 30 seconds passed in a blur. Hershey pulled their goalie in a desperate attempt to get an extra skater on the ice. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Chris leaving his goal like he was going to the bench but that wasn’t what he did. Shore passed him the puck from down the ice, the goal was left unattended, and the next thing you knew the arena exploded. The entire team jumped from the ice and you couldn’t see him anymore.

“ITS OVER ITS OVER, COACHELLA VALLEY IS A CITY OF CHAMPIONS FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THEIR TEAMS HISTORY WITH THEIR FIRST GOALIE GOAL!”

The scoreboard read 3-2.

If you could have jumped the boards you would have. But you ran to the tunnel as fast as your legs would allow. You had to wait for the trophy ceremony and pictures and all of the other hockey politics before it was just the players and their families on the ice. Everyone on the team was telling him how well he did but the only person he had eyes for was you.

“Were you saving that goal for a special occasion?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I gotta keep them on their toes.” He crossed the remaining space between you, and kissed you differently than he had before. This one said he wasn’t letting go.

“AYEEE DRIEDGS GET A ROOM MAN!”

“GOALIE GOAL’S GOT HIS GIRL!” You knew it was Stezzy just from the accent. You continued kissing Chris but also managed to give Aleš a very nice middle finger out of love of course.

“Oh, and I love you too.” This man would be the death of you.

#chris driedger #seattle kraken #goalie #goalie goal #nhl #hockey #coachella valley firebirds #coachella firebirds #firebirds #ahl #chris driedger x reader #angst #fic #danielle writes #Florida panthers

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aftgficrec · 2 years ago

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IT'S OPENNNNNNN!!!!!

You peeps are absolutely amazing. Love everything you do for this blog.

Do you have any recommendations for any new twinyard bonding fics, with or without Nicky. Or even any with Nicky and one twin?

Or anything around Wymack and Kevin having father son bonding or something like that.

Thank you in advance 💜

OK so sometimes I go off the deep end with these searches and it has happened once again. We’ve tagged a lot of fics with 'twinyards bonding,' even if it’s just a small part of the story — we’re just here for the healing, you know? So rather than delete this huge list of previous recs, I’m going to put them in another post.

Bonus: fics with background twinyards bonding here.

Nicky with the twins here and Kevin and Wymack bonding here are being bumped to their own asks. -A

twinyards bonding since our last ask

‘Shut Up and Dance (With Me),’ ‘never said that i didn't need you,’ ‘Inked Truths’ series and ‘prove your love’ here

‘A World of HIPAA Violations’ here

‘Nor are we forgiven’ here

‘Follow You Through The Dark’ here

‘Did You Get What You Deserve?’ and ‘The Ash is in Our Clothes’ here

‘take yourself home’ here

‘I Think Mom Was Hiding Something…,’ and ‘In Our Family Portrait’ here

‘Poetry in Motion’ here

‘The Strays’ and ‘Arsonist's Lullabye’ here

‘Medical misunderstandings’ here

‘tall twinyards' series here

‘if you can't take the heat…’ and ‘Microsleep’ here

‘The first time Andrew let Aaron see…’ here

‘Unique Souls’ and ‘Don't Mind Us’ here

‘Little Miracles’ and ‘Where There is Magic…’ here

‘Witness,’ ‘there’s a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly,’ and ‘… cry over Aaron Minyard tonight’ here

‘Suddenly I see’ here

‘"Wrong Minyard" - Aaron Minyard’ here

‘False Equivalence’ here

‘I’ve been silent for so long,’ ‘in my life i have seen people walk into the sea…,’ ‘Trial,’ ‘You know I don't care,’ and ‘Lists’ here

‘The Road Trip’ here

‘What He Would Give’ and ‘let me tell you something…’ here

‘lamb to the slaughter’ (updated) here

previous twinyards goodness

Andrew supportive of Aaron here

twinyards relationship 2 here

twinyards growing up together here

healthy sibling rivalry here

canon divergent low angst twinyards here

low angst twinyards aus here

domestic fluff w/twinyards bonding, Neil & Aaron friendship here

Aaron & Neil rapprochement here

more Aaron relapse here

twinyards mistaken identity here

Neil mistakes Aaron for Andrew here

the twins with siblings/kids here

twins discover their dad here

why Minyard last name? here

twins meet later in life 2 here

twins meet later, without the trauma here

pre canon

breaking every finger, praying that it makes me clean by orionauriga [Rated M, 9505 Words, Complete, 2023]

Then: Aaron, on the other side of the bathroom door, screaming Andrew’s name in delirious rage. Between: Andrew, fractured between blissfully medicated and painfully sober, trapped with doctors meant to be helping him. Now: Kevin, hands twisted into his hair, watching in silent agony as Andrew sloshes his vodka down the sink. — No one has ever accused Andrew Minyard of being caring, but he is more than capable of handling his loved ones’ addictions. He’s gone through withdrawal before, after all. He knows what it’s like.

tw: alcohol abuse/alcoholism, tw: implied/referenced drug addiction, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: vomit, tw: withdrawal, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon

Both of you, against- by itallcomesbacktoandreil [Rated T, 618 Words, Complete, 2022]

idk what to tell you, this is a vent piece, it isnt even originally about the twinyards, but i wanted to post it and felt they could fit in this

tw: implied/referenced child abuse

In this Gemini weather by codename_adler [Not Rated, 1187 Words, Complete, 2023, Locked]

When Aaron found out about his twin brother Andrew, at 13, he wrote him a letter. Here is that letter.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse

this is me choosing you by thewintersolstice [Rated T, 7467 Words, Complete, AFTG Mixtape 2022]

In the months before Tilda's death, Andrew and Aaron try to learn how to care about each other -- aka twinyards bonding as only twinyards can (badly). or three times andrew tried to be a good brother and one time aaron finally got it.

tw: alcohol, tw: implied/referenced drug use, tw: implied/referenced child abuse

It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to by love_in_the_city [Rated G, 2782 Words, Complete, Twinyards Appreciation Week 2022]

Part 1 of Twinyards Appreciation Week 2022 Five times the twins have cried on their birthdays and one time they didn’t have to

tw: child abuse, tw: implied/referenced drug use

until then I walk alone series by rekikiri [Rated T, Collection, Updated July 2023]

Part 1: sometimes, I wish someone out there will find me [3291 Words, Complete, 2023] Andrew gifts Aaron a guitar, and that may just be the start of them learning to exist with each other.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse. tw: implied/referenced drug addiction, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon

NB: inspired by this art by @foxesrefuge; this art also inspired the fic ‘rooftop songs’ recc’d here

Part 2: another turning point, a fork stuck in the road [7718 Words, Incomplete, Updated July 2023] aaron is hurt, and andrew won’t let his mother hurt the only family he chose to keep, no matter the cost.

tw: child abuse, tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: blood, tw: drug addiction, tw: alcohol abuse/alcoholism, tw: canonical character death, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: car accidents

My life by diangelonico [Rated T, 562 Words, Complete, 2023]

“You were miserable. You were so unhappy. You hated your life.” Andrew said, angry. “Is was my life.”

tw: canonical character death, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: implied/referenced child abuse

we'll take it slow (and grow as we go) by pipedreamparrish [Rated T, 2755 Words, Complete, 2020]

the Twinyards's birthday's through the ages, featuring very ugly ties, large sugar intakes, and lots of growth and healing)

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced drug addiction, tw: implied/referenced csa, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced self harm

post canon

Mirror, Mirror by This_Witch_Writes [Rated T, 7347 Words, Complete, Dec 2022, Locked]

Part 3 of Heimkehr means Homecoming series, parts 1 & 2 here

Aaron and Andrew spent the first 16 years of their lives apart, so they aren’t exactly those twins with the telepathy and in-jokes. Except sometimes. Two mirrors as seen through two imaginary friends, one visitors day in juvie, two relapses and one late night phone call.

tw: self harm, tw: blood, tw: drug addiction, tw: implied/referenced csa, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: abortion discussion

Give Me Another Minute (to Lay Here in Your Echo) by This_Witch_Writes [Rated T, 26732 Words, Complete, 2022, Locked]

A year post-canon, when they thought they were safe, Neil goes missing.

tw: implied major character death, tw: kidnapping, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: self harm, tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: drugs, tw: alcohol, tw: implied/referenced human trafficking, tw: graphic nightmares, tw: gun violence, tw: blood/gore, tw: major character injury

Don't Strike Me Down by crymeariversong11 [Rated T, 5021 Words, Complete, 2022]

Kevin ends up in the hospital and the Minyard Twins realize they have feelings.

Trial Talk by sirfatcat_mccatterson [Rated G, 1638 Words, Complete, 2022, Locked]

Prompt from anon on Tumblr Twinyard bonding before Aarons trial.

tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon

No Words Necessary by emmy (emmy7) [Rated T, 820 Words, Complete, 2023]

Aaron in the aftermath of Drake's murder trial.

tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon

Thicker Than Water by exy_shmexy [981 Words, Complete, 2022, Locked]

Aaron himself found himself at a loss for words. He had tossed and turned over what to say for a couple days ever since he sent the text to Andrew telling him he wanted to visit his mother’s grave and if he could come with him.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse

Raw Sugar by Paradoxolotl [Rated T, 3686 Words, Complete, 2022, Locked]

Betsy tells Aaron and Andrew to find something they can bond over.

NB: fic art by @fortheloveofexy here

I was born sick by Harmonique [Rated G, 3082 Words, Complete, 2023]

Part 2 of AFTG whump

Aaron is sick. Aaron should rest, but he has an exam, classes, and a match in the evening. Aaron is an idiot. Thankfully, he has a boyfriend and a brother to make sure he rests

After thousands of cold days by LadyTimelessness [Rated T, 3310 Words, Complete, 2023]

Double sessions was originally a stupid idea. None of them cared about building (or establishing) brothers relations anymore. Andrew always knew it wouldn't work, and neither did Aaron. They learned to live with each other at the level of neighbors, and it seemed to suit everyone. None of the twins needed more.

tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced drug addiction, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced murder

Contraposition by Reiss [Rated T, 3595 Words, Complete, 2023]

Andrew and Arron have an emotional and tearful bonding session on the roof of Fox Tower and a breakthrough in their emotions follows.

tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: violence

Twin Calls series by makememakesense [Rated T, Collection with 2 complete works, Twinyards Appreciation Week 2022]

Part 1: The pressure in my veins (Talk it down, talk it down) [1573 Words] Andrew deals with being a single Cat Dad. Part 2: We're doing alright [1478 Words] POV you're freaking out about having Twins. Who do you call?

alternate universes

I'm leaving this town (and I'm changing my address) by zweimam [Rated T, 21028 Words, Incomplete, Updated July 2023]

Aaron has been looking for his brother for six years. Right when he's beginning to lose all hope, he meets Neil Josten.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: implied/referenced suicidal thoughts, tw: dissociation, tw: implied/referenced drug addiction

Damned If You Do by Inthewritespot [Rated T, 13508 Words, Complete, 2022]

When his cousin Nicky calls about some friends disappearing under ghostly circumstances, Andrew Minyard forces his twin back into the family business. This is a Twinyard Supernatural AU

tw: canonical character death, tw: blood/gore

gutterwitch blues by nanatsuyu [Rated T, 20882 Words, Complete, 2023]

It isn't the worst job Andrew's ever been not paid to do. He and Aaron grew up managing the place, after all. Five years of silence doesn't change that. He can handle visiting 'home' one last time.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced murder

togetherness by Nightingale231 [Rated T, 683 Words, Complete, 2022, Locked]

Andrew and Aaron are brothers. Andrew is the alpha of the twins, and Aaron the omega. Neil and Aaron are friends.

Art

book scene: Aaron’s drug detox art by @nniivek

The Minyard Twins art by @alef-art

Aaron and Andrew sand castle building competition art by @emry-stars-art

Twinyard AU with ghost Andrew art by @ol-unreliable

au where aaron and neil are best friends first comic by @02511213942

Nicky’s picture of the twins art by @prince-peachie

we face the fire together, brothers to the end art by @scribblesandsuch21

aftg inktober day 4: twinyards art by @tigerjawed

twinyards in a campus coffee shop art by @/whyzard on twitter

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definitelynotshouting · 9 months ago

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grian pains me why is he such an angst child (rhetorical but needed to be said nonetheless)

i do have a query, punctuation ranking list mayhaps? em dashes?/lh

im glad our love for the fic and universe helps motivate you, remember to take care of yourself!! us avid readers will wait

He rlly is squeaky-toy coded isnt he [said as i am gripping him and throwing him repeatedly against the wall for my own amusement]

AKSNWKSNSM CALLED OUT MERCILESSLY FOR MY LOVE OF EM DASHES.... THIS IS SUCH A CRUEL WORLD /SILLY

Unfortunately youve activated my editorial trap card bc while i dont know if i can rank punctuation since they all have such specific uses that make them each invaluable i do have an internal system of prioritization for how and when i use them that sorta.. denotes how well they might make a sentence POP

For example: em dashes, semicolons, periods, and commas are my staples. My general rules of use for em dashes and semicolons specifically is that i TRY not to use them in the same sentence more than once or twice per chapter/story, and i try to alternate between them where i can to keep things varied and interesting, depending on whats being written. Both are very good for asides and building on top of the previous sentence!!! Semicolons, however, get SPICY if used for a list >:] and that can be REALLY useful for me if i want to hit hard and fast with a series of particular images!!!

Colons are smth i try to use more sparingly and deliberately, but are REALLY fun bc almost every time i use them its like code for my brain to go "oh so we're going absolutely batshit ham on this next line, got it" skdbwjdkwkdkd. Sometimes that looks like me going crazy with imagery, and sometimes thats just me dropping something i find structurally simple yet achingly poignant. Either way its meant to be a gut punch >:]

Ellipses are something i generally don't use much outside of dialogue with some exceptions (listen if it fits the narration then it fits) but my gods they are SO MUCH FUN within dialogue..... guys when they trail off like irl people do all the time...... tbh the em dash and ellipsis are my bestest friends when it comes to dialogue bc i am so damn obsessed with writing people who sound like people. Thank u tma for upgrading my dialogue significantly<3 podcast fandoms are REALLY good for that to the surprise of absolutely nobody

Exclamation and question marks are very fun to put a lil flavour into your prose too but i also try to use them sparingly outside of dialogue-- i personally feel that if used too much in the prose itself it can read as either a bit childish or like its very blatantly trying to lead you around by the nose. But my gods starting off a story with a question??? That shit ROCKS i love doing it and reading it, its a banger every time. By and large i think my favorite opener to a story ive written so far has to be "What is the definition of a haunting?" from my dsmp fic when the night cries. Good shit your honor good shit

Anyway yeah i dont have much of a tierlist per se but those are my general thoughts on how i personally use punctuation :]

#shouting speaks #hunger au #asks #that being said im not a fan of tildes theyre f tier to me #sorry ive lived through too much bad deviantart writing to respect them in prose anymore wkfjejfjekjd #THIS TOOK FOREVER TO POST BTW DJFJEJD I JSUT HAVE TOO MUCH TO SAY AT ALL TIMES AND LIKE TO SAY IT SLOWLY #txt

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lifenconcepts · 6 months ago

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Fuckkk.. let me rant a bit here, but in my opinion, not enough fics cater to a very specific category of people that I swear there are more of us than the rest think.

Fan-works have been on the rise probably ever since the internet first began and probably even earlier, I won’t argue on that, but in my eyes it’s always been dominated by fluff and smut or porn.

The majority of people, ofcourse, experience sexual or romantic attraction and fiction is a great way to explore different aspects and fantasies with that, yet plenty of people, wether or not they’re on the spectrum of asexuality or aromantic, just don’t want that! the constant sexualisation, the constant tension the author reminds us of, the lack of platonic intimacy, and just overall too much intimacy!

Anything else, even in the specific context of these little spaces for angst and non-romantic tropes many of us love, people still find ways to incorporate such themes. It’s sickening to the core.

anyways what i wanted to ramble on wasn’t the fact that there’s too much sex and romance in things, plenty have gone over this fact I’m pretty sure, but the fact there’s generally no media catering to blatantly story-related topics.

I get the fact that fics are meant for fandoms and shit and it’s not expected to read a masterpiece anytime you open them but genuinely, how hard is it to come up with something worth telling?! It’s basically cookie cutter shit for every single fic I come across and if it weren’t for the ability to filter the results I would have long given up on this media but yet I still try. To find that gold amongst a fucking gigaton layers of dirt and hay, yk?

I could pick up a book but it wouldn’t have the same effect, would it? Sure it has all the things I probably will want, good writing, a wonderful narrator, a worthy story, but they have something I don’t want. Characters and a world that’s yet to be introduced. Do you even understand how much it requires to fully grasp it? And hell, if you’ve already got somewhat of an idea, after all that reading just to make a point, at any point they could drop some info that makes the story in your head you built up to this point redundant! That’s far too much effort and irritance just to get to the actual story. It’s much nicer to already have fleshed out characters and only puppet them to go into stories.

Yet even with all this freedom and opportunity, people just don’t seem to care about fulfilling what they can. I don’t blame them, most of these fanfic writers are ofcourse kids or very inexperienced writers, in the plan of story telling I am quite a beginner myself, but isn’t it worth it to just attempt at creating an eye catching story? I know some of you can, I’ve seen you change the damn writing right before my eyes! The sites are riddled with the same bullshit and problems that nobody else seems to recognise. Poorly worded sentences, phrases that do not comply with one another, damn claims that pretty much cancel one another out, illogical progression, slow or fast pacing, nonsensical behaviour of the characters, mischaracterisation, characters out of character, and all the fucking sorts.

I can get behind misspelled words or place holders, to have a first draft and not go back on it, jumbled and clumped together blocks of text, or even just a very simple and short text. That I entirely understand. BUT IT ISNT THAT FUCKING HARD TO TRY A BIT HARDER?

listen listen.. I am not discouraging ANYONE. Write all the shit you want as long as you want it to exist, I get that. I SUPPORT you in just bullshitting your way through an idea just because you wanna write it and see it done. It’s great to have creations you’re proud of! That’s wonderful! Like, out of all the things you could’ve done, you made something, I’m proud of you. It’s just those who think they’re hot shit for halfassing an idea and expecting praise for that that get on my nerves. Especially those who try make a living or reputation out of it. Write for fun! and if for a job, then fucking do it properly.

it just.. agh. I may just be an avid reader but it can’t be only me who noticed a good word, worthy of compliments, and people are either overly optimistic or critical about it. Nobody asked you to personally attack them, nobody asked you to read it. And for those who do read it they often come across as.. oh I don’t know the word. Snobby? Sorry, best I could do right now.

I’ve had dozens of moments where I have a wonderful little thing brewing in my head, a little “what if”, shall you call it that.. and ofcourse I don’t really want to go through the process of starting it only to give it up soon after and not even get to enjoy the full product, but as I search through each character I think would fit the narrative perfectly, nobody seems to care for that interest! Like, either there is NOTHING in the results, or a heap of things I am wildly against (say, underage or noncon. That’s way too popular. And even if I were into romance or sex that’s still a massive no-go.) and nobody ever thinks about the people in those fandoms which are like me!

I’ve read in desperation some of the most shitty pieces simply because there was nothing else on the table for me to choose from, horridly enough finishing it with an unsatisfied feeling within me, and the comments are of people freaking out and saying it’s the best shit ever. I just don’t understand that. I don’t get how such a thing can instill such joy in others and not me. And it can’t be just a me-thing as for the rare occasion, once in a fucking rainbow moon, I see people also complain on this same thing!

too much exists for the majority, and not enough detailed and well written pieces without all the unnecessary details of sex and romance. A relationship isn’t the only thing driving a story. It’s also a journey of the characters themselves. And it always seems like a juggle between “good story, badly portrayed characters” or “awful story, well portrayed characters (quite rare too)” and it doesn’t even cover the fact that the narrative itself can be so dull and downright starving that a good work turns sour simply because the author didn’t manage to give it the life it deserved.

I overreact to stories ofcourse, bombard them with praise, but only because they utterly deserve that! The bare minimum should not be so rare and yet it is, so I take it in my hands ti make sure it’s well loved as the amount of low self confidence these authors have is outstanding.

shit. THE MAIN THING I WAS TRYING TO GET TO BEFORE I GOT SIDETRACKED WAS.. the fact stories aren’t as creative as they could be. Cool topics just used as a front for a pop up shop falling apart at the seams. I genuinely love certain things in a story, but rather amount of times they’ve been portrayed wrong or simply poisoned in favour of another plot point made me avoid them all together. i can remove as much as I want through filtering certain tags on ao3 but never will I get rid of all the things that have been created to appeal to this majority. So many times have I thought I finally found “the one” I wanted to read only to be slapped into reality with some horrific statement of what the fic intels that just ruins the entire experience for me.

AGH I got sidetracked again. WHAT I WANT IN STORIES IS SIMPLE. Is to realistically portray these characters in things and ways that make them truly stand out and resemble a person as they go through life with actual problems and joys. Not simply some basic ass clearly hand crafted story by Timothy, age 9, but a hearty fic of a world just simply not all that different. hell, change their world, change their abilities, change their home, their friends! Anything as long as you can represent their core well enough, and I’ll eat the story up.

so desperately do I crave good fics but don’t receive all what I want. It’s fine, really, but what does it take to find something that tackles a journey of a protagonist in such an open minded and yet cruel way like the angst my mind imagines? I just can’t express it, I’m sorry, I’m autistic. But there is surely others who can! Others who have and will but just aren’t that easily found.

I am all for anyone posting anything but I just can’t believe I have to sort through it all with my bare hands and teeth. I would NOT prefer an algorithm, but by god, I’d love to have a sorting system I could use - to filter out all the junk I would never want to be shown ever and just be able to scroll through everything as much as I want and not have to sigh and look through every. Individual. Word. In. The. Description. to then find I just revealed some monster behind an identity of something I may have read otherwise.

I’m like a soggy abandoned kitten in a box waiting for someone to choose to cater their audience to me and yet so rarely do they choose that. They go seeking what will receive the most attention and kudos and comments, don’t they? But I could supply all of it in just a single comment! I can surely substitute for all they need in their little writers brains, but I guess they prefer shitty little “this made me cry😭” or “lol nice fic” over paragraphs of my heartfelt words, don’t they? Quantity over quality today, hey? Well I get that maybe a handful of people may enjoy it and you would like to get more eyes on your product, but have you considered that handful is so desperate for the little bit of food you’re willing to give that we’re litterally starving for content? That those horrid smut lovers are stealing all the little crumbs that fall our way?

Seriously, all just turns into tooth-rotting hurtful joy and comfort and love. Everything is all about love. And sure, I like that too, but the cold love of food on a stormy night in the arctic - where nobody really is all that eager to share their intimacy yet the kindness still remains. I border such an edge of angst with platonic love that I’m left with nothing but either, well, nothing, or what I didn’t want.

Best of all, I just want blatant stories. Just stories of pure horror and sadness. Yet not all that, I also have this very very specific requirement that many don’t seem to be able to grasp. A longing so far that it is cold and aching, a feeling of fear still waiting for relief, a lingering sense of worry and independence that is so nice to see amongst certain narratives.

AGH I just.. I never manage to get it out and others simply don’t manage to create it. YET IVE SEEN IT WITH MY OWN TWO EYES! Times I sometimes find myself at the end of a fic and wondering to how much grateness I’ve been exposed to and how unlikely it is that I’ll ever see it again in the soon future, so clear and beautiful that my entire life seems to revolve around it, for approximately two hours. Then it’s back to my original life where these emotions I’ve felt immersed with are but a distant dream of a character or two, and no more works with that exact tone or premise are to my disposal.

my mind and heart and soul all wait for the arrival of the one to rule them all, but as we all know, it’s never as sweet as we thought I would be. A flow of consistency, even if it’s as inconsistent as “one good fic about every half a month”, it’s still would be as nice of a gift as ever amongst this side of the fandom community.

I’m not even requiring this from a single individual. Just in general. It’s so fucking hard to find good fics, and I don’t know if I’m doing anything wrong or if other people are just so much more sensitive to the lightheartedness of everything (which is quite evident by the responses of pure rage and anguish in the comment sections of works that barely made me frown). I want to hold my breath, ache in anticipation, snicker at remarks and hold back both tears and jumps for joy with the things I read. Something that I had just on a few occasion and that memory teases me anytime I try to enjoy something slightly less.

concepts left untouched, characters misinterpeted, ideas unused, words misspoken, and stories ruined with simple addictions of unnecessary things. Horrid horrid horrid…

I’m actually fucking pissed off I can’t seem to get to a concrete point here, my rambling is beyond levels I can even comprehend myself and I imagine if you read this far you’re probably just as confused as me but I beg of you, do comprehend what I’m trying to convey. It’s not as simple as surface level but I desire a category so untouched that it is not even possible to engage in, an audience so small that nobody even remotely understands it, and ideas so distant from the popular surface level of internet culture that they get buried deep along with the unwanted stuff that is left to dust and rot.

I invite you to try analyse this or at the very least ask questions so I can get a fucking grasp on things but if not that’s entirely fine too. I’ll just be left with scrolling for HOURS on ao3 with a devastating hope I’ll be gifted with a trip into fiction sometime soon that’s just as immersive and engaging as real life.

#opinion #criticism #controversy #rant post #venting #rambles #yapping #certified yapper #fanfic #fanfiction #fandom #discourse #annoying #silly guy #pinned idfk #aroace #ao3 #wattpad

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grcetxt · 2 years ago

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GOS2 opening title analysis

spoilers ig?? idk

AAAAA S2 CONTENT YIPEEE

so, again, this is gonna be long, rambling, and will prolly make 0 sense so stick with me here I'm feeling a lot of feelings. im gonna go thru each thing in as much depth as possible so buckle up, this is gonna be like twice the size of my poster + hillywood dissection.

OK THE WAY CROWLEY LITERALLY CRAWLED UP FROM HELL TO MEET W AZ IS LIKE :((( and like on their way out from the tunnel thing I saw like a figure with wings?? I reckon it might be Micheal (the angel not the sheen) but I'm not 100% sure. whoever it is, they're holding a box or smth?? so do with that what you will idk

Im pretty convinced we might be getting Moses stuff, cuz the shining light at the top of the hill? seems like mt siani (sianai? idk) and the fact we haven't seen that type of light before and Moses is supposesdly the only person to have a direct face-to-face interaction with god makes me think we'll be getting stuff from that era (catholic upbringing coming in handy for knowing this stuff) ALTHOUGH, there are lots of animals, and they seem to be like in pairs as well?? so maybe more Noah and the arc? which like MAYBE ALL THE FANFICS ABT THEM COMFORATING EACH OTHER ON THE ARC WILL COME TRUE??? YIPEE!!

ok everything bursting into flames is a lil random but after a while of thinking, maybe sodom and gamora? (idk how to spell that either) which like, MORE SANDALPHON?? Don't get me wrong, hate the guy, he's awful and creepy, but he's SUCH a good villain. the actor doesn't get enough props online for how well he plays him. sandalphon had like 3, maybe 4 mins of screen time in s1? and from that, he's become one of the most HATED characters in the entire fandom. That is just like, wow, well done, I hate the character you play, but that's because your acting is amazing. ANYWAYS, sodom and gamora. aziraphales gonna be having some *feelings* about that, because why would heaven hurt all those people? even if they were sinners? similar to noahs arc situation with Crowley giving the most comfort this time <3

WOOOO GOTHIC SHIT!! the pickled herring cart makes a return and it is as confusing as ever. they're in a graveyard, so that's fun times. maybe more hell? cuz that's where they met up when the antichrist got delivered. anyways, does anyone know the period this is meant to be in? it's gone out of my head. anyways, I tried looking up pickled herring carts to see if they had any significance thru history but na. like they were there, and popular, but no, no huge significance. ALSO, in the graveyard, they go past a gravestone with 'every day' written on it??? girl wtf does that mean?? the running theories I have so far are that it's either like, the death of the everyday, meaning that what they used to do (hate each other??) isnt.. happening anymore?? idk?? or that it's just Neil being edgy and emo. my bets on the latter (love u mr. gaiman <3) ALSO ALSO OH MY FUCKING GOD?? Another one of the gravestones says JANE AUSTEN ON IT!! ARE WE GETTING JANE AUSTEN CONTENT??? OMFG??? YIPPEE!! maybe we'll get to see where az gets some of his first editions from :D aslo rq, religious imagery in the background, an angel carrying a cross, more heaven looming over Az?? ALSO HOLY SHIT?? I just accidentally paused it at onde of the graves and i swear it says 'here lies *insert another couple words here* BEELZEBUB?? HUHHH?? is that gonna be the explination for beelzebubs new corparation?? but that wouldnt make any sense?? idk atp but that gravestone DEFFIENTLY SAYS BEELZEBUB

(if you think this is long pls know we're 22 seconds into a 1:44 video, i want lying when I said this was gonna be BEEFY)

SO. HELL. WOOO!! more hell content which could go one of three ways. either we get more goofy Crowley giving more presentations, CAN I GET A WAHOO?? or we get him being given more assignments and we get more of an idea of the whole structure of hell, uncomfortableness but nothing horrendous. OR ALL THE ANGST FICS COME TRUE AND WE SEE CROLWEY GETTING BEAT INTO A PULP BY HIS SUPERIORS!!! maybe all three! can't wait to see :D but as much as my angst-craving self would love to see the last one, I think the reality is it's gonna be the first two. it looks like there's a desk and office chairs, so we'll probably be getting scenes that are like the equivalent to what we see of aziraphale and the archangels in s1

so we already knew we were getting more ww2 scenes but.. MORE WW2 SCENES WAHOO!! maybe we're getting post-church scenes? tender love confessions in the back of the Bentley? or maybe angst? maybe edosian orchids 901s (I LOVE THEM SM) fic about Crowley having a breakdown after being forced to report on the horrors of war will come true? or maybe one of them has to conscript cuz... idk dude just cuz. The bomber plane makes me think of the blitz so maybe Crowley is comforting Azi while they hide from the bombs in the shop? whatever happens, ill love it :D

a quick google told me fuck all about the ladies of camelot, just that theyre often overshadowed by the guys. WHICH LIKE WTF?? anyways, apparently its like king arthur times, so maybe we see the arrangement being born?? YIPEE. other then that, they seem to be like a dance group? so like, idk? could be suppourting acts maybe? could the merlin fandom help with this maybe? whats goin on with the ladies of Camelot my dudes.

MAGIC AZIRAPHLE MAGIC AZIRPAHLE MAIGIC AHVDSAKJ YAY!! I love the idea of aziraphale pulling a snake from his hat as part of the act and Crowley pretending to be pissed but internally freaking the fuck out because 'HOLY SHIT HES HOLDING ME HES HOLDING ME HES SO SOFT WHAT THE FUCK'

I HAVE. SO MANY. THOUGHTS. ON. SPACE. SO, SO HEAR ME OUT RIGHT, SO, the only time space has been mentioned really is when Crowley was talking abt how he made certain planets and the Alpha Centauri stuff. SO MAYBE WE'LL BE GETTING SOME PRE-FALL CROWLEY?? cuz like, the only thing close to space is heaven, but that's meant to be transcendent, and by definition exists outside of space and time. SO THEREFORE, PRE-FALL CROWLEY?? PLEASE?? NEIL IM BEGGING, IM ON MY KNEES, PLEASE!!

the... the hearts.. the love hearts.. the.. the hearts falling from the sky when they.. when the.. when... DNCBKHFVYEWIQUKLDWHJNX I'm feeling such normal feelings rn haha. anyways they're in love and :D the way they're sat on the roof together as well? like aw :( the jukebox and the vinyls (are those vinyls?) make me think more 60's content? and the Bentley as well? friendly reminder that Crowley goes too fast for him!! maybe we'll see him drinking himself into oblivion after he gets brutally rejected by Az :D oo or maybe him contemplating offing himself with the holy water! or maybe more lighthearted stuff, like the discovery of the queen curse :)

(also OO ninas shop!)

the lifts make me think more heaven content, which we knew was happening anyway but I'm thinking more Az giving reports and getting verbally abused and humiliated :D also, the steam makes me think industrial revolution for some reason? idk tho

THE ARRIVAL. is that the title for ep 1? Probably. but on the posters there's like a locked box? (getting fnaf 4 flashbacks) i've no clue what that means, like at all. but its prolly smth!

and thats it! this will probably be updated and edited, but these are all my thoughts as of the day it was released.

if you read this, there must be smth wrong with you mentally, but me too, me too. give me any thoughts you might have, ill be really interested to hear them! (these guys have consumed my brain)

friendly reminder that it'll be quiet, gentle, and romantic. and they like holding hands!

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable hubands #aziraphale #crowley #david tennant #micheal sheen #im going insane #haha im a bit obsessed

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Very well! Prepare for a barrage of nonsense >:)

Sunset Moonlight Show

I like to call the next chapter ‘Guns and ships’. For some reason everyone thinks the USB will be used against Clipsy, it won’t. Lunar Eclipse knows magic unfortunately. Feral cat dad Kill_Code. The Father ISNT AWFUL?! in vrchat. The ‘Monty please’ sequence is one of the first things I made for the au, I wish I was joking. Fire magic and hallucinations really do not mix well. Defeating Seesaw speedrun, antivirus%. ScythLux 4ever, Lumini who? Ah yes, Mischief War Criminal God Lunar, the better Lunar. Kill_Code2.0 thought he could get away with mauling Eclair again… she thought wrong :)

Quiet Throes

I’m on team Kill Ruin, and so should you! Metal pipes are a good weapon if your opponent is also made of metal. The Bastard will get a very very very very very very very well deserved kick in the you-know-what by the person who deserves a chance to hurt him the most ^w^. So turns out not replenishing vital liquids in your body when you’re a machine can have some really nasty side effects. Turns out getting traumatized when you’re a machine can actually alter your base code a lot. Turns out not killing people can actually get you to have a social life beyond your favorite guy and your roommate. Everyone gangsta till the Bloodmoon Twins learn mechanics

Get in Losers

There are five Eclipses in this family. Imagine getting invited to family events —NewMoon. Everyone fucking sucks at apologies. Ex-Murder fam RUNS THE DAYCARE?! in vrchat. Fuck you Nightingale. Fuck you Quasar. Dusk is just here for the drama. What the hell do you mean you still have The Star?— WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE TWO STARS?!

Sprout and Blood

Bloodmoon isn’t corrupting Jack, he’s just teaching them about the wonders of criminality. Fuck you Monty— I don’t care if you’re justified on your treatment of him. Gaining sentience is wild when you’re part of the Celestials. Bloodmoon’s claws are actually pretty useful for sewing. They’re both drowning in grief :D. Jack can detect lies. The red blanket was Adaptation’s favorite. Things will get better… after they go terribly downhill due to a certain vampire’s lack of support system and spiraling mental health— LOOK i don’t know how it happened either, I was just thinking about this au and suddenly Bloodmoon’s lack of will to live hit me like a train and then… this happened. This is gonna be such a good fic, just you wait

Ocean Currents

Sun has good aim. Turns out you can still drown even if you can breathe underwater. Fuck you Ruin. Fuck you KillCode. Lunar and Bloodmoon friendship they can never take me away from you. Christ almighty, how many gods of death did I drop here?! Squid Blood God. Foxy is the only normal person here. We stan a responsible father (he’s only responsible cuz of the feral cannibal watching over his kid). FUCK YOU RUIN D:< Oh wait happy ending, yay!

Horror Attendants

Eclipse doesn’t change clothes he just changes bodies. Fuck you KillCode. Eclipse’s creations DONT TURN ON HIM?! in vr——. Halloween, everywhere. Creepy wall deer thing? nah, that’s their sister. Candy year round! Bloodmoon go caput. Fuck you Monty. Eclipse has a bad time in v——. Oh god New Bloodmoon is having an Odysseus moment, oh god oh fu— Fuck you Quasar.

Withered Hopes

Keeping a world together after it was meant to collapse is humbling to say the least. Wait… did I just emulate Madoka Magica? Everything is red. Storms go brrrrrrrrr. Sickle’s literally just a cannibal now, great. Oh yeah did I mention there’s like tons of BM twins angst here? Ghost daycare, ghost daycare. Solar I love you. Very tempted to go bittersweet ending, RTC style

Celestial Ninjas

STORM CLOUD JAY STORM CLOUD JAY STORM CLO— The ‘is Sun bald’ debate holds a lot more heat now (heh). DRACONID SHOWER BOT TO DRACO ASTRAL PIPELINE. I can already tell Wu and Garmadon’s designs will be bangers. Chosen one Bloodmoon because fuck you I do what I want. They are gonna go through so much trauma :). Cryptic cryptid KC. Why is Moon red? Oh sweet FSM I have to make Moon like Bloodmoon. ‘RUIN VIRUS IS PLOT RELEVANT’ WIN! Does anyone else remember that time Lloyd had two swords? well I’m using that. Merlot is pissed they are green. Eclipse wishes he could be green. Jigsaw wishes Merlot wasn’t green.

Miscellaneous au observations:

Dear god do I ping pong between ‘Ruin is fucking horrible to the Twins’ and ‘Ruin is the only one the Twins have just as they are the only one Ruin has’ it’s kinda ridiculous

Is it clear I kinda fell off during the Nexus arc?

Bloodmoon my beloved, they have all the trust issues

I am going to find songs to associate with each au… at some point

The obedience code Ruin added to Bloodmoon is present on a great deal of my aus, that having been an interesting detail I liked, it is ironically absent from Bloody Brotherhood (Ruin having deactivated it alongside the other failsafes), and horrifyingly present in Quiet Throes (I’m trying to squeeze in little hints it’s there, but I’ll likely have to elaborate after the story)

I am trying to give the Bloodmoons as many different family arrangements as possible. Swap is directly in the Celestial family, Retired has a strong attachment to Solar and lives with KC, Separated are part of the Crescents and in turn the Celestials, YT are all family, Lone has Jack, Amnesiac is only with KC and Eclipse, Magic only has Ruin, Fantasy is by themselves, Ocean is with Foxy, GoD are friendly with Jack and Monty, the Monster Twins have the same relationships their roles have, Musical Duo has the rest of the choir, Horror has a weird family circle courtesy of the weird chain swap in that au, Keeper has Ruin and Stitchwraith, Overlord goes pester other star holders whenever bored, Rotting has Ruin, the Fate twins have their parent and destiny defying friends, and Spring has the Celestials too!

Anyone want fun facts//spoilers//rambles of my aus?

#cw swearing #lore dump #I guess?#rambling #also #my aus #sams au #sams bloodmoon #because they’re the most mentioned one here #no filter hours #am tired #i go sleep now

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nightwings-circus · 3 years ago

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Gasoline tears

A/N: even though it isnt technically "popular" all the likes on my first fic on here mean so much to me!!!!! im gonna try hard to write quality shit for everyone xx feel free to dm me to be on my tag list, or to submit requests :) feel free to ask me and submit shit on my asks. enjoy!!!! Also I wanna mention any Jason or nightwing fic I write, I’ll probably use pictures from both titans and the comics/cartoons.I headcanon Jason’s actor to genuinely be very similar (not in storyline obviously) and so that’s why :) also brendon was just a really cute nightwing lol. None of it is specifically titans fic tho as that isn’t how I think Jason was (in season 3 at least).

description: Jason toddxfem! reader. fluff and angst, also arguing. obvious language warning, also some light smut, no actual sex just some pretty heated make out sesh.Jason has been working on his bike a lot so you've been spending time with his brother Dick, cue to a heated debate followed, a lot of possessiveness and jealousy followed by some sexy making out.enjoyyyyyy!

word count; 841 words

Dick laughed as game over flooded the TV screen and you threw the controller softly at him.

"fuck you Grayson. how are you so good at this damn game?!" you giggled, trying to sound angry. you had been trying to beat his high score for weeks now, anytime he would come over you guys would spend hours playing while Jason worked on his bike. you had been lonely, and the company had been really nice.

"a master never reveals their secrets," he chuckled, but a loud slam of a door startled you both. Dick whipped around as you jumped, turning to see your boyfriend standing there.

"Hey love," you smiled at him, slowly standing to go hug him but he just stared at you with cold eyes as he leaned against the wall.

"Dick can you leave please," Jay's voice was rough, full of spite. you didn't know what was up with him, but you had a feeling you were gonna find out whether you wanted to or not. Dick stood up, nodded, and left without a word as you quickly turned the game off. the door closed with a soft click and you could see Jason start to shake slightly. you hadn't seen him like this in a long time, and it scared you.

"so this is what you've been fucking doing huh? i never get to see my girl anymore cause she's been with Dick fucking Grayson, boy wonder." he snapped, voice shaking and spitting venom when he says Dick's name. "I've shared fucking everything with him, now I'm coming in second with my own fucking girlfriend." you stopped dead, mouth hung open slightly.

"that's what you're freaking out about? me hanging out with your brother? are you kidding me," you laughed in shock and stared at him, and you seen rage flash into his blue/green eyes.

"you don't even give a fuck. why the fuck should I," he growled and went to your shared bedroom with you trailing behind. you watched as he yanked a black duffel bag out of the closet, making your heart drop to your stomach and blood rush to your ears.

"Jay don't. please just talk to me I'm sorry okay please," you grabbed his shoulder and he spun to face you, tears slowly forming.

"I really thought this was it. then all of a sudden a month of not seeing you unless I'm sitting in the Livingroom playing that fucking game with you, you stopped coming to spend time while i worked on the bike, all cause of Dickhead," you could hear the hurt in his voice and it broke your heart, you'd never meant to make him feel like this or make him mad at his brother.

you sighed and tears started to well up in your eyes.

"jay... im so sorry love," your voice trembled

“I’m so sorry I never meant to hurt you. I do care I do love you, nothing is going on between me and him. You’re still my everything,” your voice was so shaky that you were surprised you could even get the words out. Tears fell and Jason looked at you with pain filled eyes,

“I just don’t get where my princess went babe,” he choked out

“we were so happy and now it’s like you want nothing to do with me.”

“I’ll always want everything to do with you jay. I’m yours forever,” he smiled softly as he heard the pure love in your voice.

“Fuckin better be,” he was in a full smirk now, dropping his bag and pressing his taller frame against you, slowly dragging his hands up to your waist and pulling you into him even more. Being against Jason was like heaven, and when he pressed his lips against yours you swore every time that the universe around you stopped. His tongue entered your mouth with a hunger, and your lips moved in sync as he kissed you roughly.

This might leave some bruises, you thought. You didn’t care, jay bruising you was one of your favourite things. Jason’s hands trailed up until they hit your breasts and you both moaned softly into each other’s mouths, the taste of him was so bitter sweet, all sour candy and cigarettes, a perfect combination that drove you wild. He bit your lip and you moaned softly again.

“You’re fucking mine princess,” he growled, voice thick with possession.

“All. Fucking. Mine.”

He was so hot when he got like this, it was no secret Jason Todd was jealous and protective, but you loved it, it sent a flame alight inside you that only he could help.

“Why doesn’t my gorgeous girl show me just how much she’s mine tonight,” he smirked, the classic Jason Todd look that meant you were in for a treat, before he slowly started to kiss down your neck. He stopped to kiss your chest and you moaned softly again, savouring in this moment.

“Yes please Jay,” you whimpered.

“Good baby, now let’s see just how pretty you sound tonight.”

#dc headcanon #dc fanfic #jason todd #batfam #jason todd x reader #jason todd smut #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #red hood fic #red hood imagine #red hood fluff #red hood #jason todd x y/n #jason todd fluff #dc comics

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reilliane · 2 years ago

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ayo i have come to deliver mercy!angst before ichor comes out

what if mercy!xiao after, presumably, trying to find mercy!mc but shes in like idk one of ambers or rimed ice (the ones on dragonspine) or smth similar? like he can see (or maybe sense) her inside but heres the thing: now what?

yeah he's found her but being out of the cage for too long (and not stopping her decay) has left her hanging on by the thinnest thread to life. and any option xiao chooses at this point? it doesnt matter. shes, for all intents and purposes, dead

he could leave her where he found her. or maybe bring her back to wangshu or an adeptal abode, but at that point its really just a fancy grave, where he could come back and just see her and all thats left is the regret of his emotional distance and the thoughts of what could have been

if he tries to get her out, its already too late. the moment shes out shes as good as gone. she wouldnt be alive long enough for him to get her back in the cage (if it would even help at this stage) or even apologize or say a final goodbye to her while she can still hear it while it still mattered

ooooo u know how when havria died, her power kinda exploded everywhere, killing everyone in the vicinity? what if the power in mercy!mc has gotten to that point? like she isnt a god, but all that power has to go somewhere if shes dead right? and if xiao does free her in an attempt to save her (he doesnt know) she dies and that results in some catastrophe and now he has to suffer the consequences of both his sister dying in his arms and the lives her death has taken (he didnt know) (he just wanted to save her - wanted her back. he regrets the way hes treated her - he tries to fix his mistakes - and where has that gotten him?)

so like the two options is basically: leave her in a state of living death/stasis or kill her. its essentially the same thing at that point (he cant save her. he could never save her)

ooohh nooo wait so like xiao has some really bad self esteem in canon already and thinks hes undeserving of love bc of the things hes done yeah? oooo boi this would ruin him. his sister was a monster, he was a monster, what makes him think a monster like him with the blood of a monster (how could he not be a monster when his sister became one) (she could never be a monster in his eyes but he knows it does not excuse her actions) could ever do something good?

(how could he not protect her? isnt it his duty as the elder to protect her? he should have. he should have been stronger. if only he was. he could have stopped her if he wasnt so weak back then. why couldnt he be stronger? for both their sakes? why? whywhywhywhywh-

...

...its all his fault)

(oh this got long) (long brainrot for long fic ig)

Mm this is one thing that definitely constitutes most of Xiao's fears, mercy and I believe, canon-wise. He really takes protecting to the next level ya no?

Being unable to do that just gobbLES HIM up (coughrancor) but indeed, mercy-wise, especially with mercy!mc's already weak and telling health... oh dear, the poor boo :(

Fuuuuuufuuu - MC's power having to go somewhere after death tho, haha, true~ Ichor covers that cause there are a lot of things that are covered behind the scenes (read: when mc's sleepin' like the bb birb she is).

Say this were to be the case, I can juuuuust say that as much as it is a difficult choice, it's a no-brainer. Xiao will have to leave MC in that amber :))

It's a 'sacrifice one or sacrifice hundreds' kind of quandary.

MC understands, she definitely does. After the revelation of the truth in Mercy, there's nothing more that she'd want. She has slaughtered thousands under the influence of that 'blessing'.

She'd plan to just die naturally in that amber (even if it's meant to keep living beings in stasis, her decay is inevitable since it's a supernatural thing) but big bro just has to come and see huh :(

Well as they say.

Sacrifice is the greatest form of love :')))

#moonlitchat #queued #m-mercy #xiao beating himself over things is also on point my gosh #the poor bb #im flattered over the long ask HDJAHAHSADHA

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 3 years ago

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secretswiftymarvelfan’s 1k follower celebration challenge!

I somehow have 1k of you lot following me! I still don’t quite believe it, so to celebrate I’m putting together a challenge for you all to celebrate!

Masterlist of submissions can be found here!

Rules and prompts are below the cut!

Rules!

All forms of creation allowed! fics, poems, headcanons, art, edits all welcomed!

You don’t have to be following me to participate but you can it you want!

Any Marvel/Chris Evans character goes!

Limit of 3 people per dialogue prompt (we’ll see how this goes, it may change), other prompts are unlimited! You can use a max of 3 dialogue prompts

Mix and match prompts if you want! You don’t have to pick just one!

If there’s an AU/Trope prompt that’s not listed that you want to do, go ahead! You don’t have to stick to the list!

Reader inserts and OFC are allowed and welcomed!

Any creation MUST BE ORIGINAL! No stealing, stealing is bad!

The creation if part of a series must be able to be read as a stand alone!

Mini series (roughly 5 parts max) are allowed (I will try my hardest to read it all! but I can’t promise anything!)

All ethnicities, interracial, LGBT and polyamorous stories are encouraged!

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Deadline:

No strict deadline, suggested deadline of May 31st but you don’t have to stick to it! this isn’t school!

There is no start date! Once your work is ready post it!

If you need an extension then let me know!

How to enter:

Choose your prompt(s) from the list below, send me an ask or message with what one(s) you want (and what characters if you want)

if I don’t answer immediately don’t worry, I’m British so it might be the timezone! If I don’t respond in the week then give me a little nudge!

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also tag your your work with #secretswiftymarvelfan1kchallenge I will be checking that tag every evening!

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Once you’ve posted your creation if I haven’t responded within a week send me a DM to let me know!

Prompts!

Dialogue!

1) “Hey! That’s mine” @before-we-get-started

2) “is there a problem here?”

3) “what on earth happened here?” @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

4) “you’ve caught me at a really bad time”

5) “what have you done now”

6) “How- how did you find me?” @youre-amazing-say-it

7) “excuse me, sorry that’s my seat”

8) “well... this is new” @bucky-boo-bear

9) “lets hear your side of the story”

10) “i don’t know what happened officer”

11) “I don’t hate you, that would imply i care”

12) “there’s no point in running” @bucky-boo-bear

13) “how are you feeling today? a little better, hmm?”

14) “don’t move” @angrythingstarlight

15) “when did you last see him? think! this is important!”

16) “oh man, I’ve had the worst day ever”

17) “this isnt what it looks like, i swear! okay... it’s kind of what it looks like, but just give me a chance to explain”

18) “I’ll take that as a compliment” @youre-amazing-say-it

19) “woah, back up, you’re losing me”

20) “okay, I think we do need to call an ambulance”

21) “you must have misheard me”

22) “believe me, my dear, no-one regrets this more than I do”

23) “didn’t your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers”

24) “i’m going to give you five seconds to take that back” @before-we-get-started

25) “hey, look at me” @youre-amazing-say-it

26) “good, I meant it to hurt” @bucky-boo-bear

27) “actually, I think you’d find that most people have a pretty massive problem with that” @before-we-get-started

28) “you have to tell her, it wouldn’t be right not to”

29) “I made breakfast, but I didn’t know what you liked so I made enough to probably feed a small army”

30) “for what it’s worth, I don’t know much about you either”

Tropes!

1) Bodyswap

2) Fake Dating

3) Dopplegangers / Evil Twin

4) Only One Bed!

5) Enamies to Lovers

6) Friends to Lovers

7) Childhood Sweethearts

8) Mutual Pining

9) Cuddling for warmth

10) Trapped together

11) Amnesia

12) Language difference

13) Mistaken Identity

14) Truth serum

15) One night only

AU!

1) Hallmark Movie AU

2) A/B/O AU

3) Coffee Shop AU

4) Mob AU

5) Sports team AU

6) College AU

7) Rockstar / Band AU

8) Medical AU

9) (Medieval) Royalty AU

10) Pirate AU

11) Pornstar AU

12) Cop AU

13) Fairytale / Fantasy AU

14) Angel / Demon AU

15) Flower shop AU

#secretswiftymarvelfan1kchallenge #writing challege #prompts #niamh writes

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icyfox17 · 6 months ago

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Chapter Three

YIPPEEE CHAPTER THREEEE and then bed time i think (catch me binging the rest of the fic all tonight /j i have work tomorrow...bUT ALSO I CAN SLEEP IN STILL SOOO)

That summary is scaring me jdjfjffkkdkskdjgjsshfhsjs aaaaaa

I LOVE CARLA!!!! I LOVE HER 😭😭😭 I LOVE HER ❤️❤️❤️

Wait.

HDFKDVSKFHSKFDJSKSBDN IS BUCK GOING TO MEET CHIMNEY??KDKFSKSHJDDD

Well im assumING THEY ALREADY KNOW EACH OTHER WHAT I MEANT WAS LIKE DHAKSJDDKD OH DEAR SIDLSJFFKS OHMHGOD SHDKSJSKFJFJFJ AAAAAA AHFKDKSHFKFKDNSJD IM SCARED SHDKDKDKSKS

Oh wait, is this just a place that chimney chose for themndkfksd

NVM HES FYCKINH HERE SHDKSJDKFJSBFJFJDNSKDBSKSFNKSJDKFHSJFKDJBFFKBSNGNDBFKGHDGKFJDBFBDJFKFJFNJGJGNDNGK

*high pitched inhuman noises*

IM LOSING MY SHITTJGNGNF

wAITFBOBBBYSANDNATHENAWARETHERETOO??????????????

SHDKFLSDKDKKFLDS?????

THIS ISNT HOW IT GETS REVEALED.....IS IT

KAREN !!!!!!

THE TENSION IS KILLING ME BRODKDDKD

IMSOSCAREDDJDKF

Now... Am i overreacting is buck not going to show up...

Awwwweeee found familyyfhfhsnm❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

OOHHH thats why he was acting weird about club okay no buck jumpscare here PHEW

HELP

Oh my god

Does buck get those kinks from athenahshdjDJFJD THAT FEELS SO CURSED TO SAY ALOUD HELP

Like mother like son AYE

HDKGKGZNSNFNCMD

STOPFFPFKZJSNDNSJDJFJDKDJDJSDK

IM TOO ACE FOR THISDJDKDKDKDKD

Hehehehfhhdhdhehehehehhehrhdhdhheheeheehdgdgdgdghdhdhshshehehehehehrhehhe if only u knew bobby... STOPFOFJD HES GONANDBDJDSJKDF BOBBYS GONAN FIND OUTNFDNDNDKD AND RHENNDJDKDDK GET FLASHBACKSJFNFDJF TO THIS CONVERSATIODJFKFKD

Oh well he deserves it after making buck see him and athena like THAT tbh

HDJFKDKD

OW. OW. OW. OW. OW. OW. OW. OW. OW. OW. OW. OW. OW. OW. OW . OW. OW. OWWWWWW

INDONTLIKETHISJDKSD

Maannnnnnn

MANNNNNNNNMMM

HE IS NOT GOING TO BE HAPPY ABOUT BUCK BEING A FIREFIGHTER. YIKES.

THIS IS EVEN WORSE THAN I ORIGINALLY EXPECTED GOING INTO THIS FIC OH MY LORD OH DEAAARRR

DDJFKSHFJDJS OKAYOKAY GOING UNDER THE COVERS FOR THIS. GETTING EXTRA SNUGGLY. TURNING ON MY FAIRY LIGHTS. should i put on angsty music? Hmmmmm efforttjtkf

Uh ohhhh

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OHDKXGAODHSOSGFKZHSOFHSKSHDKXJAGDJFJDBSKSGDKFHSJSGKDDHSLDHKFHFKSHSLFJSGDDKDHFKFHDKDHDKFHDKDHDKFJDLSHFKFJDKFHDKFHDKDJKFHDKSDHFKEIRHCICJDNDKDJDJFBFKFKFNCKFNKDKDNFKDJDNFJFKDJDNFKDKDNFKKFKDNDJDSJDJFJFKFKDJDJDJFJFJDJFJDJDJDJJFJFJFJSJSHDJSHSJFKFJFJSJSJDJFJFJDJJDJDD

OH MY GODDDDD

SJDHFKHDSJNDNFNS

OHMYFUCJINGODODJDKD

AAAAAAAAAAA

HOKYFUCJKFKDKS

OHMYFODJDJSKSJD

OUWWWWW

OW OW OW OW OWWW

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

OOOFFFJGJGGKF OWWWW WHDKDKSGDKDS OHKYGODJDJDKDJF

HOLYFUCKKK

OHMYGODDD

THIS ANGST IS GONNA BE BADDJDJFJD OHMYGODJDJDK

HDJFJDKDKFD NOT THE PULMONARY EMBOLISMSJDKDKDKD

And this man wants to be a firefighter 😭😭😭 oh my fucking god

Uh ohhhh

HSFJDKSKD JUST WHEN I THOUGHT WE HAD A BREAK FROM THE ANGST

BOBBY PLEASEJEJFJFF

HDHFJSKDJKDKF

JEDKDKFKJKFLG

SHFJFKKDSLS

Sjfjzjdjfjdjdd i love him so much dhskdkfkd this fic is so good amber dhdkdkss im going insane dhfjskdkfjdksjsjsj i cant do this dhdkfkdkss idk what im gonna do when its done but like theres 300k so that should last me a while dhdksksd and by awhile i mean. A week but HEYY better than nothing

STOPPPPP ILL CRYDHSHSJDJFJSJSJDJD WHATEHFHCUCKKDKFHKD

Okay. Yknow what Amber. ✋ Please stop

SJFNFKDNEKRNRNTMCKCNFMF

Ohmygodddjdjsjss he cares about him so much holyfuckingshithtfjfjf im actually so not okaydhhfjfjf whathehrcuckkjdnfnsjsd how am i supposed to go onndjfjdkd 😭😭

OH MY GOD IM GOING TO FYCKING CRY I CANT HANDLE THIS

I shouldve put angst music on

OKAY FINE ILL DO ITJGKFKDL

AAAAANDDD INSTANT TEARS LETS GOOOO

JSFNFJJDJSJDJFKDKSDHFKF

Okay

Maybe i shouldn't have put on the angst playlisr

HOLYRUCIFKDKSKAJSD

BROOOOOO 😭😭😭😭

WHAT THE FUCJFJDJSJAAJDFD

I CANTJRTHSJD I CANT DO THSISDJFKDD OHMYGODHFJDKDD OUWWWW OWWWW DJSJSJDJF TEARS TJDKFKFJD TEARS IN MY EYES DHDJDKSKDND OHMYFUCKIGNGODKDBDJFJFKFJD AAAAAAAA

NOOOOOOOOOO

BROOOO😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Im literally laughing and crying rn

The build uppo djdksjsksnddmwjejd

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Captain roberts hasnt sent that info huhhhd dhsjsksbdnds

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STOP THE IDENTITY SHENANIGANS ARE TOO GOODHFJDKSHDJS

Ah now my angst playlist is not matching the vibes but i like this song too much to skip...

Screaming

I. CANT. DO. THIS.

BRO.

Ooihdhhfjhs lordd dhsksdjdkd

😭😭😭😭😭😭

Ohdfhsjsd fuck fhskskdkds

NEVERMIND ANGST SONG WORKING PERFECTLY

AAAAAAAAA

Roberts is the only one who knows everything lordddhdjdjd

DHFJFKDKDKFKDKDKF

STOPPPPP YOU DIDNTNTNTMTTKT STOPPP

YOU DIDNTNTJTMTTJTKT

STOPSTOPSTOPPP HE KNOWS HIM SO WELLIMKILLINGMYDLRFJDFJFKDKD SOSBSOSHSS

AWEEHRFJSJJDD THEYRE SO SWEET HES SO HAPPY IM GOING TO CRYDHSHSJDJ SOBSSKDBDSNS

THISISSOSWEETIMEXPLODINGJFKFKF SOSBSOSBSOSBSIDBS

UH OH

HRJFKDKFKF I KNEW IT WASNT GOING TO LASTDHFKFKD

MY ANGST PLAYLIST IS STILL PLAYING IN PREPARATION IM FUCKIGN SCARED BRO SHDKDS

Oh god.

My first thought was the fire academy but after that chapter opening... And the squeak..... I have a feeling this might be BONDAGE or he'll use that as an excuse at leastdhfjfkd

Screaming

Ohmyfucjkgkgk

OH MY GOD HES SO BAD AT LYINGJGFK😭😭😭 HOW HAS BRO KEPT THIS A SECRET FOR SO LONG FHSKDFKSKSD IM ENDING ITTJTKFD

Awwweehejshsjdjdd i love this man so much PLEASE ADOPT MEEEE I DONT WANNA BE A FIREFIGHTER!!! YOULL HAVE NO HEART ATTACKS W ME!! jk i work at a vet and have several scars bc of that... But surely thats still better than a firefighter right bobby?? Right??? 🥺

Ohmyfoddjd food being their love language im gonna kms i cant dO THIS!!!

DHFJFKFKGKG

THIS CANT BE THE REVEALDHFKD

Brosdjjjdjssk im on the edge of my seat

Im assuming the reveals gonna be the climax of the fic so very evidentky NOT chapter 3 BUT IM SO SCARED I DONT KNOWEHDKKD

Awweejdjds ohmgfuckingododjdd im going to be sickfjfkdjs IM GOING TO BE SICK

THERES A PREQUEL HERE RIGTT?? OF BOBBY RAISING BUCK?? OHMMGIMGOINGTOKILLMYSLRF

I WONT BE ABLE TO HANDLE IY

IM SORRY AMBER THE REVIEWS WERE LOVELY WHILE I COUKD DO THEM BUT THAT FIC MIGHT VERY WELL END ME

My fav trope from the dsmp fandom was phil and smol wilbur... That'll be the 911 version of this trope... ImgoingtoENDNITTTTTYJGJDKDS

Ohmygos hes so fatherly i cant do this

You know what playlist this calls for??? BOBBY AND BUCK FATHER SON PLAYLIST YASSSSS

Dancing in thr dark 💖💖💖❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥💥

HELPSKFJFF

I LOVE THEMDMDKSKS

Sobbingngtncyingwaaikingngngg

The next step to me and my stepmom becoming buck snd bobby is for me to actually COOK

Shes taught me sm and i . Do not use it bc im scared of the stove ❤️ anywsys thats off topic back to sobbing over them

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Oh dont make this ANGSTY!!!!

Awwehrjdjsjsjdsjdnfnfksajshdjdjs STOPPPPDOFKDJSSJJDKZSK

😭😭😭😭😭

Oh mandbdjds yeah no buck hes going to be absolutely LIVID bro😭😭😭

HELLOOOOSIFJFJSK THATS HOW THE ANGSTY BACKSTORY CAME ABOUT???😭😭😭 thats si good

Welp

Chapter three done WOOHOO i should sleep butntjfkfkgkvkvkvckckvkvkvkvkckxkxksjsjssjdjjddk (we'll see) (i wanan read more so badly omfg)

ITS TIME BOIS. IMA BE LIVEBLOGGING MY REACTION TO THIS ENTIRE SERIES BY THE LOVELY @the-amber-raven

Im about to go to work so idk why im starting now but yknow :D better now than never !! YIPPEEEE

Be prepared for a long ass post... I tend to scream a LOT

And this series is LONG

But i am EXCITEDDDD (and scared, very scared. Tsunami arc im staring at you)

Chapter One

I havent read many aus for this fandom (despite only having read aus for dsmp fandom LMAOO)

OHMYGODHFKFJ YHR DRAMATIC IRONY IS GOING TO KILL ME 😭😭 DBFNFMDKFMGD I CANT HANDLE THIS ALREADYDHFJ

I am so scared for when bobby finds out bro ohmhgod 😭😭😭

OHMUGODHDJDJFJF AAAAA AHFJDKFKG AAAA DHFKDKFJFKDKD BOBBY AND BUCK BOBBY AND BUCK BOBBY AND BUCK BOBBY AND BUCK AAAA DHFKD

HES SO FATHERLY I'M GONNA KMS DHFKSJFKDND SOSBSOSBSOBSOSBS

SGFJDKDKD OHMYGODDD HE DIDNT TELL BOBBY HES BECOMJNG A FIREFIGHTER??? DHFNFNFKDKGKFJF OH DEAR

Buck Buckley, love it

Shfkfkdd

STOP LYINGGFJDJDJD

OHMGFOD HES SO FATHERLY STOPPPDKFKFKFKFKFLFKFKFK I CANT HANDLE THISSS OHMYFJCKJFJDJDHFJDJFJF

He called him sunshine IMKILLINGMYSLDF who needs more proof that buck is literally ctommy COUGHS sorry anyways

CAN HE ADOPT ME CAN HE LITERALLY ADOPT ME PLEASE IMNGONANSNJVLEHDLFKDD

ATHENAAA!!! MOTHER!!!!!

SCREAMING NOT THE RHDOSDJKFJDD NOT THE DHSKDJDJDJD NOOO NOY THE KITCHEN BATHENA SCENE DHDLDJDLGJDKDJFKFF

AWEEEEFJJFFKDKKDKFKGDK THEYRE ALL SO SWEEETETESYDHFKF EXPLODINGNGKGG

Buck did WHAT??DHRJFKFKDKR

IM CRYINGNGNGNGNGF HOW STUBBORN WAS BUCK LMFAODJFKFKFKF

Buck is so sweet i cant do this

AWEEEJFJFKSKFKFPD

Im staring at this leg mention, is this the firetruck bombing...

OHMYFODJDKDKFJF THEYRESOCUTEHEJDJF I'M EXPLODING AND IRS ONLY BEEN FIVE SECONDS DHAKDJDKD

Ah, im getting flashbacks to meeting my dads wife

They kissed and i was SHOCKED lmfao i was like THIS EARLY?? dhfkdksld

Oh my god this is so CUTE DHFKDKDKFKFKF BUCK IS SO GOOD WITH HIM I CANT 😭😭😭

Ohnygod I CANT I CANT AMBER I CANT DO THISSSJFKDKDKDF I CANT HANDLE THISSHDKFK

Ur so clever at keeping them from finding out the identity reveal naturally dfndkdkfkfjdkskd

I CANT DO THISHDDJD

IM FANNING MY FACE RN THEYRE SO CUTE AAAAA DHFKSKD

OH GODHDKDKD NOT BOBBY ASKIGN ABOUT BUCKS FIRE TRAINGINGNDJDKDHAOFHDKJDKFHSKFJFKDKDJFKSHFKFKF

OH GODDDDDDD

OH GODFFJFKSJSLFJDKD

BUCK IS IN DANGER

UH OHHH SHFKSKDJFLD

IM GIGGLING LIKE A MAD MAN ON THE BUS RIGHT NOW FUCJFJDJFKDKD

OHMYGODJDJDKD BOBBYS GONNA BE PISSED HES GONNA BE PISSED OH NOOOO HDKXKSJSK OH FUCK DHDKSKFLF

Okay why was bobby being sus that couldn't just be him being protective fatherly could it?? Is there some secret trauma OHMYGOD IS. IS BOBBY LIKE. SCARED OF BUCK BECOMING A FIREFIGHTER BC ONE TIME HE BROUGHT HIM ALONG ON CALL AND THATS WHEN THE BOMBER THING HAPPENED AND HIS LEG GOT CRUSHED AND SO THATS WHY THEY KEEP MENTIONING HIS LEG AND WHY HE GOT WEIRD ABOUT CHRIS BEING INVITED TO STAY AT THE FIREHALL AND AWAY FROM THE ENGINES OH MY GODDDD

OHMYGODDDDDDJDJSKAKKLL

Okay chapter 1 done AND JUST IN TIME FOR WORK TOO YIPPPEEEE

AMBER THIS FIC IS SO GOOD IT'S GONNA DESTROY ME IM SO NOT OKAY AAAAAA

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