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kinger-king-of-ers · 1 year
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An AU where, slowly, one by one, the crew dies from an illness. Last to go is Luffy and Brook. Since Brook is a skeleton he doesn't get affected and since Luffy was the strongest he survived till the last second. His final words to Brook would be the last thing he wants to hear.
"I'm sorry..... that you'll be alone again, but we'll see eachother one day Brook, so please....keep living"
And Brook just replies with a sad "Yohoho but I'm already dead..."
Luffys eyes close and the tales of the Pirate King are told throughout the land by an old boney fellow with a strawhat.
Anyway goodnight :D
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Doctor Who Day & Family Health History Day & National Day of Mourning
Person A is dying of an incurable disease and learns that it’s been in their bloodline, getting worse and more severe each generation and now Person A won’t likely survive long enough to pass on their curse. But when Person A gets an opportunity to travel into the pass to go meet their ancestor who first contracted the illness and stop them from getting sick, they take the chance. Person B is their time travel guide who comes with them to make sure they don’t accidentally mess up anything else.
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softly-potter · 1 year
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Family Line | Chapter 2: Mourning
Summary: Draco & Astoria struggle dealing with her illness and all the repercussions that come with it.
Pairing: Draco X Astoria
Word Count: 5,798
Warning: illness, depression, child loss
A/N: This fic deals and describes in detail depression and child loss. Inspired by 'Family Line' by Conan Grey. If these topics upset you this fic may not be for you <3 safe reading.
Chapter 1: Acknowledgment | Chapter 3: Blooms
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Astoria awakens to a bright stream of light peeking through the curtains of their living room, Draco warm and sleeping beside her. She’s still wrapped in his arms, her cheek pressed to his chest and she inhales deeply. He smells of mint and aftershave, and she revels in it. Pressing her nose into his chest she breaths him again, before a feeling of dread washes over her.
They hate visiting Scorpious, the morning of always making her anxious. It’d been a few months since they’d visited in person, and sending prepaid flowers once a month wasn’t enough. She owed a visit to her son.
Carding her hands through his hair, she roused Draco with a kiss to his neck and chin. He shifted, still holding her tightly to him. “Good morning, love.”
“Good morning,” she whispered, leaning against him. “We should get up, it's probably noon.”
“So comfortable though.” Draco mumbled, and Astoria giggled. He opened one eye, gazing down at her. “Was that a laugh?”
She nodded, and his heart swelled. It’d been so long since he’d heard that sound, it was like breathing fresh air. Leaning forward he kissed her gently, cupping the side of her jaw and she placed her hand over his. He pulled back, leaned his forehead against hers.
“Come,” she whispered, her lips wet. “Let's go see our son.”
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Draco and Astoria always bought penious when they visited Scorpious. Narcissa had insisted that penious were the flowers meant for babies, and the notion had just seemed to stick. His hand placed on her lower back, Astoria bent and placed them on the tombstone of her son.
Scorpious Malfoy January 8th, 2006
Tears leaked on her cheeks as she fluffed them, making sure the petals bloomed nicely, and her fingers brushed over the carved letters of his name.
“Hi, baby.” She whispered, kneeling. Draco’s hand drifted to her shoulder, squeezing tightly, grounding her. “Sorry it's been a while. Mommy just gets too sad when she has to leave you.” Her voice broke and she wiped at her eyes, “but I promise I’ll come more.”
She heard Draco sniff, and she reached up, lacing his fingers with hers. Scorpious Malfoy had been born a week premature before his due date. Astoria had woken up with a start, terrified by the red wetness that stained her thighs and Draco had whisked her to St. Mungos, sending a howler to Pansy that something was wrong with his wife. He’d held her hand the whole time until she was taken into the operating room.
They had known her delivery would be difficult, her entire pregnancy being anything but easy. The abuse she had been casted to by her family had left damaging effects on her body. No doctor could really tell Draco what spells had been performed on her, what curses she'd been hit with.
Everyone knew the pregnancy was high risk, but possible. What they hadn’t known was that Scorpious had no heartbeat for nearly two weeks before he bled into the world through his mother.
Draco had screamed at Pansy and anyone who would listen to save his child, save his wife, but there was nothing they could have done. His child had already been gone before he’d been born. Astoria had sobbed until she blacked out, and when Harry had strode into the waiting room at the urging of his wife, Draco had collapsed into his arms, screaming until his throat was raw.
“We miss you, love.” Astoria whispered, touching the gravestone once more before standing, Draco's hand on her elbow as she moved. They looked back down once more before turning around, hands clasped together, and went home.
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Worried that the visit to the gravesite would be too much for her, Draco ushered her into the bathroom the moment they entered the manor, sitting her on the counter as she watched him test the bathwater temperature. He turns and comes to stand between her legs at the counter, reaching up to cradle her face, his thumb brushing away her tears.
“What's wrong, love?”
She shrugs, kisses the palm of his hand. “Nothing. I just miss him. And my back aches a bit.” Draco nods with understanding. Losing a child is something no parent should ever have to go through, but especially Astoria. She would’ve been the mother she never had, and he hated that the opportunity had been stripped from her.
“I love you,” she whispers, exhaling. “I love you so much.”
Draco smiles, kissing her forehead before moving his hands around her back, tugging at the zipper. She automatically moves her arms and allows him to pull her the sleeves off, dropping the garment to her feet. She wiggles out of her underwear and he helps her into the bath, kneeling by the rim.
The warmth of the water soothes her aches, her bones grateful for the heat. Draco ties her hair up before dipping his hand into the water, and rubbing her back slowly, his fingers pressing against the aches. Astoria sighs, brings her knees to her chest and reveals in the feeling of his hands on her skin, the warmth of the water.
“I’m sorry.” Astoria whispers, her eyes stuck on the water's reflection.
“What for?” Draco asks, pressing a gentle kiss to her bare shoulder. She turns her head and she’s crying again, her lower lip trembling.
“I can spend the rest of my life with you,” she says, taking a shaky breath before looking away. “But you can’t spend the rest of yours with me.”
Draco’s glad she wasn’t looking at him when she said that. He knew the heartbreak was clear on his face. He doesn’t respond, just keeps his fingers on her back, rubbing soothing circles against her skin.
There’s a loud pop and a house elf appears. “What?” Draco snaps, his sorrow manifesting as anger. The house elf blinks once before saying, “There is someone at the door for the master, a delivery master must sign.”
Draco curses under his breath. “It’s ministry documents.”
“Go,'' Astoria urges softly, nodding towards the door. “I'll be alright.” She can tell he’s hesitant, and she leans forward, presses a kiss to his lips. He nods, standing hesitantly, not wanting to leave her for more than a second.
She gives him a shy smile. “Just leave the door open, I’ll be right here when you finish.” Draco sucks in his teeth but nods.
“Alright,” he replies, pressing a kiss to her hair before straightening. “I’ll just be a moment.”
He turns to walk out when she calls him. “Draco?” He turns, looks down at her nude form. She smiles again, this time it reaches her eyes a little more. “Leave the door open please. Thank you.”
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lambment · 2 months
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was just thinking about how Narinder probably hasnt experienced rain in centuries and Heket thought she never would again. fictional tragic siblings...
bonus leshy- because u know his ass would be out there
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applestruda · 4 months
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Silly boatem designs for a silly star au im making
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spiderziege · 6 months
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third life au where everything is exactly the same except everyone gets a horse
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toughbunnyforever · 4 months
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bkdk kiki's delivery service/witch au bc i watched it recently so why not!
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intistone · 5 months
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DCA Cult of the Lamb AU!
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I just DIED drawing so many refs NEVER again. (lie)
It be the idiot lamb who is so incredibly bad at their job of freeing the Fella Who's Patient and forming the actual cult itself that they are in actual need of help. The One Who Waits sends down his two guards/disciples to see if they can make a difference, and...it kinda works. Two fellas trying to do their job and one idiot freaking out and not handling what the hell is going on. Nothing could possibly go wrong here. ... except the fact that there are angy bishops and internal trauma and angst and- part 2 here
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bigfatbreak · 5 months
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"hey rat it sounds like Gina tried to help but what about Rolland, Tom's dad, did he help-" no
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tobyunderscored · 5 months
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extra (?)
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silly randomized AU I doodled for fun, basically just shuffled around the characters (still working on zooble and kinger), might try n' draw them forreal instead of just doodling them... maybe
oh yeah, ragathas supposed to be kinger, pomni is jax, gangle is zooble, jax is pomni, kinger is gangle and zooble is ragatha (i have no idea how im gonna pull off zooble and kinger)
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“My skull is being used as an easybake oven by the whims of the universe and my brain is the dish.”
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tb-png · 8 months
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girl dads SOB - 👻🧼
ghoap with their adopted daughter !!!!! they are meant to have a girl alright!!!!!!!
Surprisingly (or unsurprisingly) simon is an instigator when it comes to teaching their kid bad habits and soap actually knows to raise their kid properly (cause he has younger sisters lol)
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xx-sketchy-xx · 8 months
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Wally says the bugs say hi
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bamsara · 17 days
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The Rehabilitation of Death
Chapter 17: Drunken Gods
On this day, The Lamb declares a holy day. For a wedding, for a feast, and for a festival to celebrate the grand harvest.
Despite his initial reservations (and after a particularly horrid nightmare) Narinder decides to attend, if just to please the Lamb well enough that they'd leave him well enough alone after. That's the only reason, surely.
With followers intoxicated, the cult becomes a ground of wild party, and Gods are not immune to the temptation of overindulgence.
There's music, fighting, flirting, more fighting. There are shenanigans all evening; including but not limited to: uncomfortable socialization, reminiscing on one's past, impulsive decisions of the close-proximity sort, hide-and-seek games, and sparring with drunken, uncontrollable bloodlust that may or may not lead to a near-mental snap with eldritch power when you remember something you weren't supposed to.
Read Tags/Notes for Warnings. Chapter Wordcount: 25,674
Happy Reading!
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applestruda · 29 days
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something something fake panel of a dungeon meshi last life au
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melonsharks · 7 months
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i went. insane. LOOK. i know a lot of people realllyyyy wanted crowley to be the wedding dress designer LOOK I KNOW AND ITS OK u can make ur own au i promise but in MY WORLD. you need to understand me.
crowley owning a vineyard is personal to me. he is THE snake in the garden of eden, tempting is his JOB ok. he makes wines aziraphale indulges in, aziraphale designs dresses with crowley in mind. do you hear me. are you listening to me. i have everything from the second they meet mapped out OK i know what im talking about. listen to my delusions, boy.
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