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mishqua · 5 months

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Summary-

Voldemort wins the war, but loses something crucial. Of course, he did not realize it until he went on traveling other worlds.

Or,

Harry Potter finds himself with two Dark Lords. He is not happy.

Or,

How to find yourself a boy-who-lived- A report by Lord Voldemort.

Or,

Voldemort at his kleptomania finest!

whta about the wips you say? No comments Because I can't be trusted with Ao3 and the new post button. Someone help me 😭😭

#new fic!#with a wrong dark lord?#yea lets go with that #tomarry fic #tomarry #harry potter #harrymort #tom riddle #tom/harry #lvhp #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #ao3 #watchingvfall n drown

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neochan · 4 months

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wait what is this freshman freak week fic about??

glad you asked anon! i'll give you the first four paragraphs of the fic bc it pretty much explains it :) also, the y/n in this pick me chronicles side story, is a different one than the main series. and it's a haechan fic, and we'll follow his character.

Every college has it's own crazy traditions.

Over at UCLA, they do this wild Undie Run at midnight where everyone just dashes around in their undies. Brown University takes it up a notch with Nude Week, where students can do stuff like yoga and painting in the buff. Then, at Yale, seniors wrap up their time by streaking through the library butt-naked.

But at NCTU, we've got Freshman Freak Week.

Don't be fooled by the name—it's just a four-day stretch. Kicking off on the Thursday before classes begin (one day after the freshmen move in) and wrapping up on the following sunday. Four days for freshmen to meet people, have fun, and get their dicks wet. Or for the ladies, get bent over the nearest bleacher (you should ask jaemin about that one).

#⋆ answered #nct dream smut #nct smut #haechan smut #haechan x reader #new fic!#fic: freshman freak week #series: the pick me chronicles

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spenglersglasses · 4 days

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❤️‍🔥🎙️Hey there fellow SINNERS!!!! 🎙️❤️‍🔥

This is my first and very much-loved endeavor into the Hazbin Hotel fandom!

I know that the canon thought is that Alastor is asexual but in this fic he has a rare change for one person in particular and is NOT aromatic. If this is something that bothers you or if you are not a fan of the Alastor/Charlie ship (Charlastor/RadioBelle) then this is not one for you my fellow smut enjoyers.

If you aren't bothered then be prepared, this will be a wild ride!

This first chapter is a bit shorter, just for the set up!

Also, when Alastor has moments of "glitching" or that infamous radio cracking to his voice, his speech will look like this (Ĝ͎͍͓͌͠l̡̟̩͍̐̐̕͞ì͓̞̗̜̇̿͝ẗ̼c̬̮̹̔̒́h͚͇́̓ ̙͕̮̣̎͑͛̚s̟͇̽͞p̫͉͆̈e̡͇͉͐̑̊e̻͞c͙͇̆̏h̺̗̭̙̑̓̄͝), I will be making a note of what is being said, so those who have a harder time can understand it, but I thought it was an awesome effect lol.

*Special shoutout to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more for the GLITCH dividers!

Now without further ado!

D̢͙̯̦̙͎̎̽̇̔̾͊̿̚͜͟A̜̱̫̭̽̌̔̄R̫̬͊̈̊͜Ļ̮̗̲̤͎̙̅͒̿͒̿͊͡Í̱̮͑́͢͜͠N͔̗̘͈̲̤̳̉̅̉̀͗̔͠͝ͅG̢̻̱͐́̆͜͠ (Hazbin Hotel)

When Alastor made a deal with Charlie Morningstar, he knew it was a chance for him to ascend the ranks. Now that it's been weeks since the events of the extermination battle, Alastor decides it's time to collect…what he didn't expect was to slowly fall for the Princess of Hell. But hey, a deal's, a deal.

Chapter 1: A Deal's, A Deal...

Also available HERE on AO3.

Eventually will be NSFW below the cut!!

FḼ̯̔̅A̛̮̬̗̓͡S͚̬̹͋̌͝Ḧ̡̡͓̬̙̎͑͋͒͗͜B̥̠̭͇͚̠̉̾̔̏̍͠Á͉̙̌CK̡͔͔̱̘̣͆̿̈̐͗͝

“I know something you don’t know—” Alastor gleefully professed. His voice, rich with a smug assuredness that only he could have. It was the moment he had been waiting for. A chance that fortune had afforded him. Since the moment the head rolled out of Velvette’s filthy hands, he knew he could gain the upper hand and now was his chance.

“Huh?” Charlie asked, looking over to him in confusion as he approached her. That spine tingling smile, seething with intention, spread wide across his handsome face. Though she had been warned numerous times about trusting him, she had to know. She was desperate. Betrayed by Vaggie, getting Heaven’s help was a bust, and the extermination was looming on the horizon—what could he know that could help?

“Those big scary angels are not quite as indestructible as they seem…” he began.

“What are you talking about?”

“...just that you and your little band of misfits might stand more of a chance than you think.” Alastor continued, fiddling with the leaves that hung precariously from the plant on Charlie’s bedside table.

“How? I’ll do anything.” she pleaded. The Radio demon began turning back to face her. Amused with himself for having once again gained the upper hand. Delighted as things began to unfurl in his favor.

“Anything?” He began his eyes growing large. Like deep pools of contemplation. It was clear from the look on his face Alastor was scheming.

Oh fuck, What have I done ? Charlie asked herself, her mind spinning with the possibilities of what he might ask in return.

“Then—let’s make a deal.” he said, bending forward and offering up his hand. Charlie looked down at it with fear and apprehension. Her heart, pounding inside her chest as she replied.

“You want my soul?” she asked him, slowly backing away as he seemed to inch towards her in a fluid, confident motion.

“Your soul….” he began, his voice deepening. His face, turning sinister and cold before returning to his normal visage. “Heavens no! All I need from you is one itty bitty favor.” he explained, playing with her ponytail as he circled around behind her. Charlie tightening up as she felt the heart from the demon's hot breath against her neck. “What's a favor between friends?” he asked, wrapping his arms over her shoulders. Squeezing her tightly against him. His touch, a little too familiar—too intimate.

Charlie quickly pulled away. Feeling a flash of fear spike within her. She felt it—his heart had been beating as fast as hers, but why? “I won’t hurt anyone for you.” she told him. Standing her ground as best she could.

Alastor perked up. Looking up through his brows as he responded, “Who's asking? One favor at a time of my choosing where you harm no one.” he promised. Charlie began chewing her bottom lip as she considered his proposal. Finding it harder and harder to look him in the eye. Though his own red, hot eyes were fixed on her.

“...in return I tell you what I know… do we have a deal?” he continued, spinning his cane and once again reaching out his hand to shake on it. Alastor, knowing full well what he would come to ask in return. Razzle and dazzle growling at him as if they could since his sinister intentions. Charlie swallowed back the knot in her throat. Her people meant everything to her and no matter what he would ask, it would be worth the price of their salvation—wouldn’t it?

“Deal.” she said, her horn buds began to appear. Budding out beneath her blonde tresses. Eyes glowing red as she took Alastor’s hand. As they shook hands, the power between them began emanating a haunting green light. Alastor’s true form, stitched and ominous, flickering before her. His power sealing their agreement—it was too late to go back now. Once a deal was made with the Radio Demon only the soul’s destruction could undo it. The spirits of hell began howling as they swirled around them. The hotel became shadowed in Alastor’s magic, alerting Hazbin’s inhabitants to what had happened.

"No… No!” Vaggie pleaded, racing up the stairs before breaking into Charlie’s room. Horrified to see them hand in hand.

“Right on cue.” Alastor remarked, grinning ear to ear as Vaggie stood dumbfounded in the doorway. Pleased that she was too late to stop it. The deal was done.

- 3 Months later -

“Yeah, well I think it’s a great plan… after all ole’ scales would appreciate the sentiment.” Angel Dust remarked, leaning back against the red velvet cabriole sofa and crossing his legs. He and husk had been discussing a night out for some time. It was clear that while the imminent threat of extermination was over, it was only a matter of time before something else happened. All of them reveling in the calm before the storm, figured it would be a good time to go out and celebrate.

The hotel had just finished renovations. Things were going smoothly between residents, and now was as good a time as any to memorialize their friend Sir Pentious. With a round of drinks and debauchery, Husk and Angel would drag the rest of the crew with them. Even Cherri Bomb agreed to come, feeling the need of a good pick me up and some blow. Sorrowful herself at the passing of her admirer though surely, she’d never admit it.

“Nah… I don’t feel like it. You all go without me.” Vaggie huffed. Chiming up from the bar stool as she waited for the feline bartender to pour her another shot.

Suit yourself.” Hush said, his voice gruff as ever as he handed her the glass. Both he and Angel, rolling their eyes at one another.

“Oh come on.” Angel sneered. They had all been frustrated with her lately. Vaggie had been a bit of a killjoy for a while. Things between her and Charlie never seemed to recover as she revealed herself to be an angel. While Charlie told her that they would move on and grow from it, she wasn’t too sure. Charlie was preoccupied it seemed and even more consumed with her goals than before. Vaggie was beginning to wonder where she fit in—jealous even at the Hotel for stealing away her girlfriend’s attention.

“Listen you gotta let loose toots, might help pull that stick you have wedged in your ass—unless you’re into that sorta thing.” Angel shrugged. Vaggie squinting and mocking.

“Well…” Vaggie began, throwing back the shot of whiskey and wiping the remnants from her mouth on her sleeve. “Fine then.” she reluctantly agreed, the room of miscreants cheering her on.

She was thankful the majority of it remained. Holding the gnawed-on scraps close to her chest, before reading. Thankfully it seemed Emily was making progress. Requesting to speak with the counsel of Archangels.

“Argh, now where did I put that damn thing?” Charlie said, rummaging around her desk. Razzle fluttering around behind her, pieces of paper sticking out of the corners of their mouth. Charlie, turning to face her fluffy royal servant, looking guilty as sin. “Did you? Ah!” Charlie groaned, sending them a stern look, half smiling at their antics before finding the chewed-up letter on the ground.

The letter was the first of what Charlie hoped to be many correspondences from her Angel friend. Knowing that it was important to both of them that they find out the truth behind the exterminations and find out what exactly would allow her people absolution. Though it had been a while since they talked, things had been looking up. The hotel was even host to a few new residents.

Sev and Trix, two twin sphinxlike sinners off the streets, with the most potential. Coming to join them in hopes of avoiding the next inevitable extermination. Not quite the reasons Charlie had hoped to attract guests, but reason enough to start since no one had been officially saved as of yet. Charlie, however, was more determined than ever. If Heaven wouldn’t help her, she’d find another way.

She sat back down at her desk, staring out of her window at Pentagram City. It seemed the Pride Ring never looked as beautiful. Despite the fires and the occasional scream, it was her own little piece of Heaven. Charlie then was startled by the sound of tuning. Alastor was broadcasting something from his tower. The sounds, cracking in and out before finally she could hear him speak.

“Hello my faithful, unsavory auditors!” he crooned. “Don’t touch that dial. You heard right—Alastor your favorite host is back! Stay tuned tomorrow for a Special Broadcast…Ȯ̱͓̻̘̒̃̈́̀͟N͍͂Ĕ̡̼̖̅͞ ̫̺͕̊̌͞Y̞̖̩̜̋̊̀̅͘͜Ō͕͚̭̥͌̋̕Ư̢̧̟̱̪̑̊̀͞ ̫̮͉̀̔̒W̳̖̓̌O̡̫̭͂́̿̉ͅN̦̪̼̬̞̓́͑̚̚'̘͍̈́͋T̻͍́̊ ̗̝͔̀̓͝Ẅ̯A̡̼̮͆̍̄͘ͅN̨͔͌͊T̹̤̪̱̆̈́̑̿ ̭̺̳̃͆̇T̢̥̺̜̂̅̈́̄̊͜Ȏ̩̊͜ ̺͙͒͐̒͢MI̎͢Š̢S͇̠̻̪̈́̓̐̎.” he finished, dropping off air as fast as he came. Leaving the pride ring a buzz with his impending return to form–wondering whose screams would grace the airwaves.

Charlie found herself deep in thought. Ever since they shook hands things had changed, though she wasn’t quite sure how. She found herself often looking at Alastor. At first not thinking much of it, but realizing as he came close to her, that she couldn’t help but feel flush. Rosey-cheeks, more pinkened at the thought of him. That dapper way he had about him and his charming but menacing smile.

She felt ashamed—disturbed even for having the thought. Surely Alastor had no such interest in her. Rosie had all but confirmed as much. Somewhere deep down, however, she wished things might be different.

In quiet moments her mind would drag her down into the abyss. That dark place where her hidden desires to be all consumed by the Radio demon lie. Their flesh melting together as one, with his quick, witty oration tantalizing her ears. His eyes locked on her, and she could almost feel the fabric of his coat beneath her fingertips.

“Argh… what is wrong with you?” she asked herself, holding her head in her hands. Frustrated with herself as she contemplated what he was up to. Her heartbeat, betraying her.

In the recesses of his broadcast tower, Alastor sat back in his chair. Fingers, intertwining as his shadow danced along the walls. Alastor deep in thought as it tempted him to speak. Growing as impatient as he. Subconsciously waiting for the right moment to strike.

“Soon.” Alastor hummed, his shadow smirking back at him. The sounds of crackling and distant radio sounds swirling in the air. Alastor was as powerful as ever and would grow only more so. While he had come close, too close, to perishing at the hands of the Angelic exterminators—the fight wasn’t over yet.

“If they think I can be undone by some uptight, winged twit, Ţ̰̲͕̓̐̌͟͞͠H̪̯̽̾Ë̩́Y̬̌ ͙̮̳̥͋̑̄̽̅͜Ḩ̭̂̾Ā̭̝̯̗͇̾̇̏͡V̤͇̊͌È͙̠̹̐̿ ̯͉͐͆A̖̗̽̿N͔̣͗́̂͜O̟̣̗̟̅̾͂͞T͔͇̋͊H̪̲̾̄E̮̦̬̹͎͊̉̃̀̈́Ř̝ ̨̺̱͑͆̆TH̛̥̙̙̑̀̋͟IN̛̻̬͕̮͋̎̄G̫͇̯͋̾̕ ̱̳̉̆Č̖̣̣̎̂O̧̡̗̖͆͂̅͡M̛̘̫̞̽̓I̢͈̟͐͡͡N͍̑G.” he hissed. Static filling the room as his shadow beamed. Contorting around him as Alastor’s true form came peeking out from within. Laughing at the foolishness of anyone thinning that he was weak—Alastor knew better.

It would take more than that to have him running away, tail tucked between his legs. He had much bigger fish to fry. He was however reminded after the close call that the time to call in his favor was close at hand. Deciding to embark on something, dare he say no one had ever imagined. The clock, ticking in his ears, reminding him that he was on borrowed time. The thought of it engulfed him in flames. Interference and static hissing and cracking as his Shadow disappeared. His antlers, growing in size as his blood began boiling—steaming hot. Angry at his forced servitude to HER.

Suddenly it all went back to normal. Alastor, taking in a deep breath before opening his eyes to the whole of Pentagram City before him. Returning to his usual form, he stood up. Adjusting his monocle and tapping his cane to adjust his voice. His shadow, reappearing as he set his path back into the hotel.

“Seems almost too perfect a chance to pass up my dark, looming friend. Our beloved Princess will have no idea what hit her. Though surely, I won't be getting down on one knee.” Alastor chuckled as he disappeared into the darkness.

Great Alastor, the Radio Demon, would become Prince of Hell. Taking Charlie as his bride.

NOTES:

Ȯ̱͓̻̘̒̃̈́̀͟N͍͂Ĕ̡̼̖̅͞ ̫̺͕̊̌͞Y̞̖̩̜̋̊̀̅͘͜Ō͕͚̭̥͌̋̕Ư̢̧̟̱̪̑̊̀͞ ̫̮͉̀̔̒W̳̖̓̌O̡̫̭͂́̿̉ͅN̦̪̼̬̞̓́͑̚̚'̘͍̈́͋T̻͍́̊ ̗̝͔̀̓͝Ẅ̯A̡̼̮͆̍̄͘ͅN̨͔͌͊T̹̤̪̱̆̈́̑̿ ̭̺̳̃͆̇T̢̥̺̜̂̅̈́̄̊͜Ȏ̩̊͜ ̺͙͒͐̒͢MI̎͢Š̢S͇̠̻̪̈́̓̐̎.- One you won’t want to miss.

Ţ̰̲͕̓̐̌͟͞͠H̪̯̽̾Ë̩́Y̬̌ ͙̮̳̥͋̑̄̽̅͜Ḩ̭̂̾Ā̭̝̯̗͇̾̇̏͡V̤͇̊͌È͙̠̹̐̿ ̯͉͐͆A̖̗̽̿N͔̣͗́̂͜O̟̣̗̟̅̾͂͞T͔͇̋͊H̪̲̾̄E̮̦̬̹͎͊̉̃̀̈́Ř̝ ̨̺̱͑͆̆TH̛̥̙̙̑̀̋͟IN̛̻̬͕̮͋̎̄G̫͇̯͋̾̕ ̱̳̉̆��̖̣̣̎̂O̧̡̗̖͆͂̅͡M̛̘̫̞̽̓I̢͈̟͐͡͡N͍̑G- They have another thing coming.

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applecrumbledore · 8 months

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DUCK RAGU. sam/crowley, E, season 8, 21k words.

Crowley sneered. "Since you boys are so desperate for a favour, please—name something I could possibly want badly enough to help you."

Sam watched as Crowley's eyes, which had been fixed on his, slid downwards, and—Sam didn't think about that often. It was just one more unpleasant thing about Crowley to add to the pile, and Sam didn't know what it said about him that he'd never thought to use it to his advantage. Maybe it said something good, to other people, but Sam mostly felt stupid.

He said, "Me. I'm something you want."

tags: sex for favors, orgasm delay/denial, mentions of gore, dubcon (it's transactional sex), mentions of/implied wincest, POV sam

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#NEW FIC!#cram #oh good the link thing is working on tumblr. has not for me recently #ronwrites

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kindlingkeen · 1 month

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Summary:

Five times Jason shows up for the Grey Ghosts, and one time they show up for him.

Chapters: 1/6 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jason Todd & Original Character(s), Batfamily Members & Jason Todd Characters: Jason Todd, Original Characters, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Gang Violence, Violence against Children, Blood and Injury, Minor Character Death, Competent Jason Todd, Smart Jason Todd, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Series: Part 4 of Asymmetrical Warfare

Image source: Batman: Under the Red Hood, by Judd Winick

#my fics #new fic!#harm reduction #5+1 #asymmetrical warfare #jason todd #red hood #grey ghosts #bruce wayne #batman #dick grayson #nightwing #batfam #fanfiction #ao3

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willesworld · 8 months

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the daisy follows soft the sun (G, 4.4k)

Simon has two dark red seeds inked into his skin just below his belly button. He has always had them. He doesn’t remember a time when he looked into the mirror and that pair of burgundy seeds weren’t staring back at him.

To Simon, the marks are an obligation. He doesn’t ever want to be tied to someone in this irreversible, caging way.

But, as in most things in his life, Simon doesn’t get a choice.

The seeds sit and sit on his belly for years, ignored and hidden and resented.

Or: The soulmate AU in which the soulmate marks don't actually matter.

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zenaidamacrouras1 · 1 year

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“Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent."

Pursued by Bear

by: Zenaidamacrouras1

Chapter 1 of 4

Will be posting over the next few days. I did a thing. It's a Christmas miracle! It has a lot of Shakespeare quotes and is inspired by the tweet below.

#Stucky fic #stevebucky #steve x bucky #Stucky AU #Professor Steve Rogers #Small Steve Rogers #bottom bucky barnes #New Fic!#Give me my sin again #So is mine eye enthrallèd to thy shape #There are a lot of Shakespeare quotes

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mthlg · 6 months

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"This is not an investigative podcast. I am not trying to find anyone. I am not delusional enough to believe that a decades-long cold case could be cracked by a case worker in South Carolina. I do not even believe Nathaniel and Mary wish to be found. By putting this out into the world, I’m only hoping to find evidence - that he was alive, that he’s still surviving. Just like I am.

or: detailing the evidence of the disappearance and survival of one neil josten."

#aftg #new fic!#my writing #ao3 #andreil #first fic in this fandom please treat me kindly

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nateslehky · 5 months

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i-70

teen, 8k, getting together, pining

Nate realizes that he’ll be alone and half-naked in this beautiful place with this beautiful boy and suddenly he can’t get down to his underwear and in the water fast enough, knowing all too well that he’s bound to do or say something stupid.

He kind of hopes he does.

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#new fic!#my fics #my writing #829

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silverfoxstole · 3 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who, Doctor Who (TV Movie 1996), Doctor Who (Big Finish Audio) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eighth Doctor/Grace Holloway (Doctor Who), Liv Chenka & Eighth Doctor & Helen Sinclair Characters: Eighth Doctor (Doctor Who), Grace Holloway (Doctor Who), Liv Chenka, Helen Sinclair Additional Tags: Mild Hospital Drama, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Somewhat Implausible Situations Summary:

It's the 31st of December 2023. Grace hasn't seen the Doctor for a few years but for some reason she has a funny feeling he's going to turn up. Cue a call from the hospital about a patient with two hearts which triggers a massive case of deja vu...

#new fic!#i wanted to get this written for new year but it didn’t happen #too many false starts and i nearly abandoned it until i got an idea for a different angle #then it just ran away with me!#my fic #doctor who #eighth doctor #grace holloway #liv chenka #helen sinclair

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spooky-scary-society · 8 days

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dead Poets Society (1989) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Todd Anderson/Neil Perry, Charlie Dalton/Steven Meeks Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Neil Perry (Dead Poets Society) Lives, Neil Perry has bipolar, Discussion of suicidal ideation, Medication Summary:

“I don’t know what to do. He’s been gone all day. I just- He might listen to you.” “I’ll be over as soon as I can. Let me talk to Steven real quick, then I’ll be on my way.” “Thank you.”

Neil is off his bipolar meds. He doesn't think it's obvious, but Todd is worried. To be better, you have to want to get better. Charlie comes to help and gives Neil a talk he sorely needs.

#new fic!#Not the one I was working on before #because i am hashtag mentally ill #dead poets society #dps fic #anderperry #archive of our own #ao3

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raksh-writes · 6 months

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Woken up, wild beast

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: (implied) Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Macau Theerapanyakun & Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Nop (KinnPorsche: The Series) & Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun Characters: Nop (KinnPorsche: The Series), Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Macau Theerapanyakun, Original Characters, Original Bodyguard Characters Additional Tags: there's not much VegasPete here but it IS a crucial background detail, POV Outsider, POV Nop (KinnPorsche: The Series), Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Pack Dynamics, Alpha Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Alternate Universe - Shapeshifters, Time Travel, Angst, Pre-Canon, Hurt Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Emotional Hurt, yes beta we live like Vegas with four bulletshot wounds Series: Part 1 of the fire inside me and you, an echo of the source - our primal souls... Summary:

“With me.” The order came down whip-quick, as cutting as it was powerful, and Nop scrambled to follow, barely able to catch up to his new charge before the door nearly slammed shut in his face.

He’s been with Khun Vegas ever since.

Always guarding, always watching, always on the lookout for anything or anyone that could mean Khun Vegas harm — be it their enemies, the major family, Khun Gun or, on the worst days, Khun Vegas himself.

So, when one day Khun Vegas wakes up with mad, haunted eyes and a frantic, desperate energy pouring out of him heavy as a flood, Nop knows immediately — intimately — that something is horribly, terribly wrong.

Finally, some new writing I can share! ^^

This is super self-indulgent and hyper-specific and I might just be the sole target audience, lmao, but if anyone else stumbles upon this and gets a smile out of it, then I'm a writer fulfilled ^^ Give it a shot if you’re curious and I hope it’s gonna be a nice read 💗

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sibylsleaves · 2 years

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at every table i’ll save you a seat

10k | rated T | read on ao3

Buck and Eddie are best friends. Why is that so difficult for everyone to understand?

Or, five times someone tells Buck he’s in love with Eddie and the one time he tells Eddie

The call comes in at the tail end of their shift, and Buck’s only a little annoyed that it interrupts their pool game (he was totally about to beat Eddie, which almost never happens.)

They know it’s going to be a tricky one before they arrive. Two hikers, one of whom has what is probably a broken leg, trapped by a rockslide in Topanga Canyon. There’s no clear path to the hikers unless they explode some of the rock blocking their path—a plan Bobby nixes almost immediately, as it might trigger another rockslide.

“We’re going to have to go in from above,” he says. He, Eddie, Lucy and Buck are conferring by the truck, map in hand.

“Chopper?” Buck says hopefully.

Eddie shoots him a look of amused reproach.

Bobby shakes his head. “Not enough clearance in this part of the canyon.”

“Can we rappel down from the ridge?” Lucy asks.

Bobby looks up, grimacing. “I’m not comfortable with that. Grounds not stable enough.”

“So we anchor from further back,” Eddie says. “Cap, look—there’s an access road a couple hundred yards back. We drive the truck up there—”

“—and the aerial ladder should give us enough clearance,” Buck finishes, slapping Eddie’s arm in praise.

Bobby looks over at Eddie and nods. “That should work.”

Buck beams, as proud as he would be if the idea had been his. Maybe more so. Eddie’s only been back with the 118 for a week, but it feels like he never left.

They drive up to the access road and get to work.

Eddie hooks the rope to Buck’s harness, checks the straps to make sure it’s secure. It’s habitual—something they’ve done a hundred times before, probably—but it’s the first time Eddie’s done it in months. When he’s satisfied, Eddie steps back and flashes a smile at him, a bright, happy thing that lights up his eyes. Buck is helpless to smile back.

He’s just—he’s happy to have his partner back. And not just that—he’s happy Eddie’s doing well enough to be back. It had been a hard couple months, but they’d weathered it together and now Eddie’s so much lighter, like a weight’s been lifted off him. Buck can’t help but feel lighter for it, too.

Eddie is one of the best people he knows, and he deserves every good thing, as far as Buck’s concerned.

(Keep reading on ao3)

#new fic!#yes it's another 5 times fic. dont worry about it #but Buck POV this time #he's so dumb (affectionate)#this is a super different vibe from maybe love wont let me down sorry #basically just two idiots smiling at each other until they finally get a clue #sibyls words #911fic #911 fic #buddie fic #buddie #buddiefic

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Chapter 1: Talia

Talia looks at Jason, and she sees him for who he truly is.

Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Red Hood: Lost Days Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Talia al Ghul & Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul & Bruce Wayne Characters: Talia al Ghul, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd (Mentioned), Damian Wayne (Mentioned), Tim Drake (mentioned) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Past Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne, Lost Days-Era Jason Todd, Angst, Introspection, Protective Talia al Ghul, POV Alternating Series: Part 2 of Choices Summary:

Talia and Bruce, and how they come together.

Brief snippets that tell the story behind the story of Chapter 6 of The People We Choose.

Image sources: Batman - Under the Hood, Red Hood - The Lost Days

#new fic!#choices verse #responsibility #the people we choose #alt pov for tpwc #jason todd #talia al ghul #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #lost days au #my fics

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