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mindthewitch · 3 months
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New GO fic! From me!
Rating: M
Summary: Normally, Aziraphale wouldn’t give in to his basest curiosities, but this situation was one of a kind. He had the opportunity to observe Crowley without suspicion, since he and Jim would be in Aziraphale’s bookshop. He could hide, remain unseen, and Crowley would be none the wiser.
Aziraphale paused at the door for just a moment, thinking about his morality and the ethics of spying on Crowley speaking to his former boss, the boss that tried to eliminate him. But, he thought, I could understand how he’s feeling. He never talks about how he’s really feeling.
Neither do you, a little voice whispered. He told it to quiet itself as the angel followed Crowley swiftly up the stairs and made himself invisible to the pair.
He had reached the top of the stairs as he heard Crowley softly say, “Let there be light.”
Tags: no archive warnings, Fluff, angst, smut (eventually/minor), dancing, emotions, vulnerability, aziraphale ur gonna blind people with that smile
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deathdefyinggarlic · 3 months
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merthur week 2023 day 2!! (knight!merlin + protective!others)
just a small drabble that was needlessly difficult to write, read it here
merlin takes a stab at being a knight, doesnt go according to plan
@merthurweek2023
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butraura · 6 months
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For the first time in, like, forever... I have finished a chapter fic! * * * * * * * * * * * *
Chapters: 3/3 Words: 30,000 Pairing: Buck/Eddie Summary:
“I won’t survive, Buck,” he says, from where his feet are firmly planted.
“What?”
Eddie does look at him, now, the face of a broken man sewn into his features. “I won’t survive. If my son dies, I will be dead before I have a chance to bury him. I won’t fucking make it.”
or;
Chris and Carla are in a car accident; when Eddie gets the call at work, he and Buck race to the hospital to be with him and they get some terrifying news.
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phanficlovep5 · 4 months
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(antithesis) sent you a chess game! tap to see the board.
Author Name: EveryMountainClimbed (DemiPalladium)
Rating: M
Words: 6,885
CW/TW (Remember to Read the Tags Before Reading!): No Archive Warnings Apply
Rating: 13/10 (Love Shujin Goro! Love acespec Akira!)
Two Sentence Summary: Shujin’s student council president Goro Akechi has been trying to ask Akira out for several years. Akira finally agrees.
Absolutely lovely! Watching Goro pine, fight for his composure and short circuit at Akira's romantic advances is both adorable and funny. I loved all the little nods to the little rituals and inside jokes of their friendship along with just how well they know each other. The way they manage to make a slow burn out of an established relationship is also beyond amusing. Ann's little cameo at the end made me laugh, it was amazing!
Submitted by: Anonymous
Approved by: Sirin
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carryoncastiel · 4 months
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WYLLWEEK DAY 6: Favorite Ship
I adore Wyll x Gale aka Bladeweave. So for this Wyllweek day (it's the 6th where I'm at) I'm humbly offering you some smut.
The City Can Wait
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 2,402
Tags: Fluff and Smut, PWP, Post-Canon, Married Couple, Grand Duke Wyll
Summary: The work of a Grand Duke can be very stressful, so it's a good thing Wyll has a loving husband who knows exactly what he needs to relieve that stress.
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petrichorsam · 7 months
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attempts were made
Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, M/M and Multi, 7.6k Fandoms: Merlin (TV) Relationships: Gwaine/Lancelot/Merlin (Merlin) Characters: Gwaine (Merlin), Merlin (Merlin), Lancelot (Merlin) Additional Tags: established gwaine/merlin (merlin), POV Gwaine (Merlin), POV Merlin (Merlin), Oblivious Lancelot (Merlin), Bad Flirting, Mutual Pining, Gwaine Being Gwaine (Merlin), everyone is stupid, Low-key crack, me simping for lancelot vicariously through gwaine and merlin, Post-Season/Series 03, Pre-Season/Series 04
Lancelot is a surprisingly difficult man to seduce. Gwaine and Merlin learn this painstakingly.
Once again, just me simping for Lancelot, basically. Also Gwaine and Merlin want to fuck him and take him on lovey dates. They can try with the way I characterise Lance :)
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cactusladybug · 1 month
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Cheaters
By: 11JJ11
Word Count: 8,746
Archive Warnings: None
Alya discovers Adrien kissing Ladybug, and she's not happy that he's cheating on her best friend. Adrien knows that he can't reveal his Lady's identity, and he just might have to take the fall– but he's not going down alone.
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acotarlibrary · 1 year
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Title: A Favor
Author: @ncssian
Rating: Not Rated
Main Pairing: Nesta Archeron/Cassian
Tags/Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, no plot only cuteness, nesta is socially inept, cassian is obsessed, Forced Proximity, cabin-sharing, oh my god they were roommates, eventual secret dating, soft fuzzy warm, is nesta neurodivergent? you tell me, simp cassian, tender moments, Modern AU, eventual angst, Eventual Smut, friendship and family tingz, Deep Character Study, so much character building, Eventual Gwynriel
Summary: Nesta Archeron isn't good with change. When her car breaks down in the middle of a storm and her sister sends one of her friends to pick her up, Nesta thinks there could be nothing worse than having to spend the night with a total stranger. Until she suddenly finds herself without an apartment. Despite only a night of knowing Nesta, Cassian is quick to offer her a room in his cabin free of charge, and Nesta, broke and without many social contacts, has no choice but to accept.
Word Count: 116,424
Status: Complete
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vaguekiwi · 2 years
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♠️ 10 of Pikes / Spades: “No Archive Warnings Apply”
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Sunkissed shoulders and liquor-damp lips.
Lean biceps and tanned thighs.
Their voices were buoyant and jovial. Eager, youth-laden shouts of, “Mine!” and “I got it!” pierced otherwise lazy, salt-laden air.
Tony crooked a smile as the boys sprinted past his chair. Their volleyball landed in the water for the eighteenth time and without any chagrin two of them dove in after it.
Sand burst into clouds under their feet, glimmering under the pink sun and then clinging slick and sticky on bronze skin.
“Serve-up!”
“I go!”
“Set!”
More laughter.
They were pretty youth things. Maybe it was creepy for Tony to be sitting here in his beach chair admiring youth like this. But he was wearing sunglasses and was, by all accounts, minding his own business. And he wasn’t going to act on any lewd thoughts. Anyway, what else was there to do without his phone?
Tony had turned his nose up at Pepper’s proposed sabbatical for him. But it turned out there was something worth watching while lying on the beach turning brown under the sun.
One of the boys — the gangly one with a sweet smile and curls now hopelessly tangled from salt and wind — tripped over himself comically as he dove for the ball. He missed. The others laughed. 
“Nice try, Pete!”
When Pete stood, his knees and pelvis were pink from the rub of sand.
Tony licked his lips and thanked god that if he was going to entertain perverse and inappropriate fantasies at least they were legal.
The boys made no attempt to hide Coronas and IPAs, all housed in a cooler with an ostentatious SC Trojans emblazoned on the side.
Although… Tony did appreciate the colouring.
Pete’s swim trunks were also red and gold, a glaring SC was sewn against his right hip. Tony imagined his own hand covering the university logo.
Pete was a tiny little thing. Just the right size, in Tony’s opinion. With the right blush and sheepish smile. His laughter was blissful and shy, and his skin marked up so pretty even under the relatively-tame wilds of the Malibu coast.
One of the boys broke off from the group. He yanked a t-shirt over his head as he jogged up the beach, car keys swinging on a lanyard. If Tony squinted and lowered his sunglasses enough, he thought he recognised the logo of one of those new tech startups in the Bay Area.
“Harry!” Someone called after him, “Get Mike’s!”
“Mike’s mango!” Pete cupped his hands so he would be hard.
The first boy who’d spoken grabbed Pete around the neck and swung him downward, laughing as he squawked and kicked. “Just Mike’s, Harry!”
Harry waved to show he heard. He unlocked the door of a dark green Jeep. It was all show though: too glossy to be a properly-used Jeep, in Tony’s opinion. The biggest adventure that SUV had ever embarked on probably just ended at a luxury valet in Vegas.
So, little Pete had a sweet tooth… Tony watched him tip his beer back. Pete grimaced at the sour flavour, and Tony imagined instead the stuttering gratitude over a glass of Riesling with a side of strawberries.
One of Pete’s friends bumped his bottle, beer slid down Pete’s chin and he gagged as he came up for air.
Tony shifted in his seat.
“Serv-ing!”
“Set!”
“Yo, Pete!”
Pete’s eyes snapped up. The volleyball had been set too far, and now he dropped his beer in the sand as he sprinted to try and intercept it.
Pete threw himself into it, as he had before. As he probably did with everything in life. With all the boundless excitement of any delectable SoCal puppy.
Someone groaned and a couple others laughed when Pete managed to whack the ball out of the air, only to trip and knock himself into Tony.
Tony grunted, arms coming up quickly to cradle the boy as he collapsed into his lap.
Cheeks flushed from exertion now turned pink with embarrassment.
“Gee sir, I am suh-so sorry!”
Tony wistfully entertained the same trembling words and nervous doe eyes in a different context. No swim trunks between them or dazzling sunlight overhead.
He blinked back the fantasy and whisked the boy off his lap before he might sense something amiss.
“Don’t sweat it, kid.”
“Pete, let’s go!”
“Coming!”
Pete scooped up the volleyball and ran back to the others.
Tony sighed and settled into his seat again, flexing his shoulders and wiping stray clumps of sand from his shorts.
He closed his eyes, and welcomed dreams of scratching white lines into sunburned shoulders and kissing pink lips that stung with flavours of sand and salt.
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omegajasontoddweek · 11 months
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Jason didn't have a pack. Last one let him die and they didn't want him now that he was a killer. He didn't care. Jason didn't need a pack. He was fine on his own. Especially when his heat hit.
It didn't matter that his pack Alpha Batman needed jelp fighting Bane.
It didn't!
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27twinsister · 9 months
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Noodle implements with Donbrothers because that’s the best show for it
(You’re so right lol)
Title: Shopping List
Fandom: Donbrothers, set post-canon
Wordcount: 215
Link: AO3
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error501blog · 7 months
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Chapters: 6/13
Fandom: LEGO Ninjago (Cartoon 2011-2022), My Little Pony Generation 4: Equestria Girls (Cartoon 2013)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Lloyd Garmadon & Kai, Pythor P. Chumsworth & Lloyd Garmadon, Lloyd Garmadon & Sensei Wu, Cole & Lloyd Garmadon & Kai & Nya & Jay Walker & Zane, Kai & Nya (Ninjago), Morro & Sensei Wu (Ninjago), Morro & Neuro
Characters: Kai (Ninjago), Jay Walker (Ninjago), Cole (Ninjago), Nya (Ninjago), Zane (Ninjago), Lloyd Garmadon, Pythor P. Chumsworth, Harumi (Ninjago), Morro (Ninjago), Skales (Ninjago), Sensei Wu (Ninjago), Mr. E (Ninjago), Echo Zane (Ninjago), Dareth (Ninjago)
Additional Tags: Lloyd Garmadon Needs a Hug, Lloyd Garmadon Needs Therapy, Pythor P. Chumsworth Being an Asshole, Jealous Morro (Ninjago), Sensei Wu Has Secrets (Ninjago), Mentioned Misako (Ninjago), Bad Parent Misako (Ninjago), but with a twist, Movie: Friendship Games (My Little Pony: Equestria Girls), Lloyd Garmadon is a Little Shit, Kai is Bad at Feelings (Ninjago), Kai Being an Asshole (Ninjago), lloyd is sci twi, kai is the cross between sunset shimmer and rainbow dash, principal cinch is pythor, Pythor is a manipulative asshole, lloyd kai pythor morro and misako are assholes, Minor Nya/Jay Walker (Ninjago), Good Morro (Ninjago), Morro Needs a Hug (Ninjago), Morro and Neuro are besties, don't go to pythor prep, It Sucks, Kai Angst (Ninjago)
Series: Part 1 of Equestria Girls x Ninjago
Summary:
The title says all but elaboration is needed.
Wu's Academy will be competing against Pythor's Prep School in the Friendship Games. The Ninjas vs the Flashfires. Kai, Nya, Zane, Jay, and Cole vs Harumi, Skylor, Morro, Skales, Mr. E, and Lloyd. The competition is fierce and the Flashfires have won every year. Will the Ninja be able to win for Wu's Academy or will the Flashfires be taking the cake? How will the Ninja keep their powers secret? Why are the Ninjas losing their powers one by one? What is Pythor doing in the library? And what is up with the weird necklace Lloyd is wearing? All will be answered in the Friendship games.
Or
Kai is sad and angry. Lloyd is depressed. Wu has no idea he has a nephew. And Nya is done with everyone's bullshit.
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phanficlovep5 · 3 months
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the roast of the phantom thieves (shouldbeworking)
Author: shouldbeworking
Ao3 rating: T
CW/TW: No archive warnings apply
Words: 3049
Rating: 13/10 Go Crow go
Two sentence summary: Akechi gets hits with rage. Then he becomes absolutely feral.
Review: I laughed so hard because everyone needed to restrain Goro while he cursed and even roasted the phantom thieves. And the end??? Screaming crying laughing
• Submitted and approved by Rhyme
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petrichorsam · 10 months
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Trisect Teen and Up Audiences, No Warnings Apply, Gen, 1.5k
This is the one of the most bizarre things I think I've ever written. I didn't feel like it warranted an AO3 post, so I'm putting it here despite my reservations about it. It's inspired by the three Sams in 6x22. I think this is out of character, but I unfortunately do not have the mental fortitude to rectify it.
Warning for an instance of misogynistic language.
On the counter, Sam’s phone buzzes. The vibrations ripple throughout the stained plywood, prompting his brandy to quiver in its glass pyxis and his body to shiver in turn. Something pushes towards the surface, pollution like ink spreading throughout water, and his legs bounce fervently for all of a second.
Get a grip, Softie, echoes off the walls of Sam’s skull, and his body stiffens.
Stop calling me that, a brasher, indignant voice responds. Laughter follows in that same, chillingly cool inflection.
The bartender comes into view, peering cautiously into Sam’s eyes. He must have been twitching again. The voice knows to fall silent, isn’t a fool, and so the man’s suspicion drains away.
“Refill?”
Sam’s eyes tick towards his mostly full glass. Assessing, the one they call ‘Soft’ takes the initiative and responds, “Just the tab.”
Nodding, the man steps away. Customers are waiting, a low hum dinning throughout the bar, but he goes to follow the request immediately. The cool voice murmurs something crass without much feeling, and the louder one clamours for quiet.
Counterproductive, the second voice remarks idly.
“Shut up,” Sam mutters. A second later a shadow falls over him, his eyes lifting slowly to meet the bartender’s. They remain locked for a pregnant moment, before the paper slips from between the man’s fingers and he leaves to attend to his patrons.
More words choke the back of Sam’s throat, but abort themselves. Rising to his feet, Sam fishes a few notes from his pocket and lets them slip from between his fingers to land atop the bill. Hastily, but without enough vigour to draw attention, Sam stalks through the bar, eyes fixed squarely on the exit. Strains tugging them this way or that rise up, but a solid thump to the chest - causing a nearby woman to jump - settles the revolt with nothing more than an exhale.
The chill of the outside air, rushing in from all sides and slipping like breath down the back of Sam’s neck, brings clarity. The entangled mass cools, igneous, and defines clearly the divide between three pieces; two near the front, one burrowing as far into the spine as possible.
The instant Sam’s back meets cool brick, solidifying the buried piece until it ceases to pulse at all, Sam’s mouth twists.
“We agreed I’d drive,” Soft snaps, stress turning to anger.
Sam’s lips curl. “You need to retake your test, buddy.”
Sam’s fist thumps the hard wall, but he goes silent. Catastrophizing is loud, or so Soulless says, and the internal grumbling starts almost as soon as Soft falls into a rut of it.
“God, loosen up. If you’re so worried about appearing normal, why don’t you stop struggling and just hand me the reins?”
Sam laughs. So loudly that it echoes throughout the parking lot, drawing looks from bikers smoking at the mouths. Sam laughs again, a little crazed.
“Right. You’ll make us look normal, you fucking sociopath.”
“Hey, Larry,” a voice comes. Foolishly, Sam’s head turns to the source, locking eyes with a bearded man carrying a half-empty pint glass. “Look at this wacko over here.”
Larry pokes his head from inside the building, hot on his friend’s heels. He leers at him like a circus attraction, stripping Sam's body to the bone.
Assessing his reaction, the two begin a slow prowl forwards. Their boots crunch gravel, like jaws snapping bone, until finally they reach him, standing far enough away to avoid a swing. Testing him out.
“Who you talking to, boy?” Not Larry asks, a lopsided grin revealing two rotten teeth and a false one. He’s shorter than his companion, but he closes in more quickly. Leaning in too close for comfort, the stench of beer launching a preemptive assault. “The voices in your head? The ghosts only you can see?”
First option, Soulless replies, but Soft swallows it down. He opts instead to stare silently as they close in, one on either side of him with his back against a wall, where the third fragment burrows more deeply.
Not Larry reaches out a hand, waving it in front of his face and drawing out a few rapid blinks. An ugly laugh bubbles up in the man’s throat, thick with intoxication. “How do you know that we’re real?”
That draws a drunken giggle from Larry, who grows emboldened. He reaches out, flicking his forehead with his forefinger. A pressure begins to rise like a tide, inevitable. As they burst into sniggers, Soft falters for a moment regarding whether he even wants to hold it back, and in that split second the hands grab him, shove him down, and his head spins as he goes underwater.
He can still see, but the images are blurred. In the moonlight, everything looks black and blue, so no splashes of new colour can aid him. He can still just barely hear beyond screeching tinnitus, which worsens the more he fights for air. He scrambles, drowning, while commands ripple through the muscles of his vessel, sparking along his synapses and shocking him into submission.
His head spins, and spins. Until two hands grasp him, and pull him to the surface.
Gasping, Soft reorients himself. Sam is marching toward the outdoor bathroom block, liquid dripping from his knuckles where they swing at his sides. Delayed adrenaline rushes the more he regains his footing, and he can hear Soulless sniggering.
“Why the hell did you do that?” Soft squeaks rather than snarls, so loudly that it comes out of Sam’s mouth. He pauses, holding Sam’s breath, but they’re alone under the wan ceiling light.
Soft sees Sam’s mouth twist in the mirror before he feels it. Disoriented, he can’t prevent the march forward, where Sam’s hand twists the faucet before diving under the spray, running red down the undulations of his knuckles.
“Come on, Softie,” Soulless murmurs. “We both know you would’ve let them step all over us. You wanna be treated like a circus freak by two drunk cunts in Fuckville, Nowhere?”
Sam’s mouth twists with distaste. “I don’t give a shit how two drunk cunts in Fuckville, Nowhere look at me. I care that you haven’t stopped fucking doing that even though I told you not to!”
Soulless laughs. A sinister sound, colder than the cheap sink where he rests Sam’s hands on it. “You’re not the only one in here.”
“Yeah, but I’m the default one, I’m fucking in charge, and when you try to take control you only fuck things up!”
Soft’s head is back beneath the water before he even realises he’s lost control. He squirms, gasping for air, finds himself let up for a second only to be shoved back down. Soulless is waterboarding him.
By the time his head is spinning and their vessel is about to lose consciousness, Soulless lets his head break into the air. Soft is afforded a few seconds to gasp before Sam’s eyes are wrangled to stare deeply into his reflection. A blank expression, relaxed and tense at once.
“Listen,” Sam murmurs, close enough to the mirror that it fogs up, though his eyes remain sharp like cut crystals. “You get to steer most of the time. That’s fine. I let you. You’re right; you’re the default. But you’re also a fucking sissy who’ll let anyone walk all over you because you’re scared of everything. Of Sam’s mind shattering into tinier pieces, of Dean seeing you like th-” Soulless pauses to wrangle Soft down, silencing his protest. He’s still so dizzy that he can’t fight it. “One of us has to take the initiative sometimes, and I’m stepping up to the mark.” Sam leans in closer, his breath rebounding off the glass and washing warm over his face. “Is that so wrong?”
Soft falls silent. Soulless’s eyes bore into his through the mirror, and he turns away to avoid them. He looks back, where the curled mass shivers and shivers, silent and impartial. The shattered piece doesn’t remember what morals are, doesn’t talk, doesn’t move unless to shudder. He won’t side with him, and he won’t keep him company. Soulless is the only one he has in here.
He turns back around to find Soulless curling Sam’s mouth at the edges. “It’s not just us; we’ve got the one back there to think about. We’ve gotta show him that people can’t just trample all over us; maybe we’ll even be able to get him to talk.” They both fall utterly silent. No sign of a response, or that the subdued one even heard them.
Sighing, Soulless straightens Sam up, finally loosening his grip on Soft. He lets him have control, but slowly trails a hand across Sam’s sensitive throat. Soft shudders.
“We’re fragile. If you don’t want to crawl back to that brother of Sam’s, that’s your prerogative; that just means we’ve gotta look out for our own. Alright?”
Sam’s hand brushes back and forth across the vulnerable skin of his neck, distracting. Dizzy, Soft nods.
“Good,” Soulless murmurs, a perversion of a genuine smile creeping onto Sam’s lips. “Let’s get out of Fuckville, Nowhere.”
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