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fridka · 1 year
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Bob and Helmut T^T
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violetdisasterzone · 4 months
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another unfriendly reminder: at Maigu Ridge, the sex is not what killed Shen Qingqiu. AFTER the sex, when Binghe was coherent again, Shen Qingqiu started drawing the excess demonic energy out of Xin Mo himself. and once Binghe realized what he was doing, they destroyed the sword together.
did we forget "'Dying together' also included a 'together.' It didn't seem that bad." ????
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My return to reading fanfic after many years away was me spending pretty much every waking moment over the last 2.5 days reading Manacled for the first time and I am…never going to be the same. Holy shit.
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paulodybaeeela · 1 year
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🥹😭 FATHER AND SON DUO BACK AT IT AGAIN MELTING MY HEARTTTTTTT
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evilbunnyking · 1 year
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Serpentine
The wonderful @serenpedac​ tagged me for anTiquity Tuesday, which I’m posting on a wednesday, to share an older fic. I’ve been thinking a lot about Ava du Mortain this week I can’t deny.
Pairing: Female Detective/Ava du Mortain Words: 1700 Rating: Gen Warnings: None Part of a time travel AU, where Ava and the detective find themselves three hundred years ago on the doorstep of a man they know well (but not yet).
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“Dinah.”
Ava hovers in the open doorway of the room with a candle in hand. She’s a presence that Dinah would feel even if she couldn’t see her in the corner of her eye: the trace of gold; fluid movement. Liquid grace. Her braid has unravelled across her shoulder, wisping against her neck and soft in the candlelight. Ava is often like this - a contradiction. The steel and the flesh; the seaglass emerald of her eyes.
Nate had described Ava like that to her, once, in a letter slipped in a book. Ribbon and sea glass.
And you, Dinah. She can hear the smile in his words, imagine the way his pen had stilled, the end tapped in thought against his chin. Jasper. (Written with certainty, a flick of ink) Serpentine.
“Ava,” Dinah says, from the bed she’s been given. She’s gathered the blankets and pillows around her, wards against the chill seeping through the wooden siding, and as Ava steps into the room she smooths a space for her to join her. The chalet is small and the room close and dark, on an evening without the moon and the shutters pulled shut. It’s closer, still, with Ava in it.
“How are you?” Dinah asks. If Ava would let her, she would always ask first.
Ava closes the door behind her, a symbol of privacy if nothing more.
In the light of the few candles they have lit she looks - tired. Not small, she could never look small, Dinah thinks. But there are shadows smeared under her eyes and strain in the line of her mouth, even as her gaze gentles. Seafoam over bare rock.
“I should be asking you that question.” Ava smiles, and then with a flicker, it’s gone. She looks at her, across the few steps that separate them.
Dinah’s hands are in her lap, already chilled by the alpine evening, and she resists the urge to clasp them together. No, she isn’t alright, not exactly, but she will be. “I’m fine.”
Ava doesn’t look away and she doesn’t approach, her gaze unwavering.
The message is clear: she will wait her out.
Dinah wonders if her heartbeat had fluttered when she’d lied. It’s an unfair advantage, that her vampires have.
“Come here?” Dinah says, finally.
She reaches out to her, ignoring the pull of her shoulder as she does. Ava acquiesces, stepping quietly over the warping wooden boards. She steps past Dinah’s outstretched hand to touch her cheek, slowly, carefully.
Her hands are warm. Dinah lets out a breath, her eyes fluttering closed as Ava’s thumb brushes the curve of her cheekbone before ghosting to her jaw, her neck. She shivers, warm and cold at the same time, tilting her head to the side.
She feels as much as she hears Ava’s exhale - carefully released - and imagines the expression on her features, the softening of her mouth, her lips parting. Ava doesn’t pull away this time. Instead she firms her touch over the slope of her shoulder, drawing aside the collar of her blouse to reveal the bruise that stretches beneath it and- oh.
Dinah knows that she can be predictable but - it’s still faintly galling to be played so easily. She’d have resisted Ava’s clucking otherwise, and Ava knows it.
“Cheating,” Dinah says with a breath of a laugh.
“Necessary,” Ava murmurs, a split second too late and Dinah opens her eyes with a frown.
Ava’s eyes are lowered, following the passage of her fingertips. She draws them carefully over the bruise, a slight furrow in her brow.
Dinah places her hand over hers and squeezes, drawing her gaze and touch away.
“I am fine,” she says again, before Ava can say anything.
“Does it hurt?”
Dinah hesitates, stubbornness warring. It’s no less than what Ava must have been through, in the ambush, but Ava’s raised brow wins out the truth. “A little.”
Ava’s eyelashes flutter, that tell of hers that she’s brooding, and Dinah frowns, releasing her hand to reach for her. “Ava-”
“I know,” Ava says and she turns into her touch as Dinah brushes her cheek. The furrow creases between her eyebrows again at the chill of Dinah’s hands but again, she doesn’t move away. Dinah thinks she could love her for that.
“You are not fragile,“ she grants, eventually. Her gaze falls back to her shoulder. “But you are human.”
Dinah reaches higher to brush her thumb over Ava’s temple, smoothing back the wisps of hair there instead of pressing away Ava’s frown. "And you are not?”
It’s a conversation they’ve had before. What makes humanity and inhumanity; a disagreement on the definition of terms and they both know it well.
Ava’s gaze flicks back up to hers, bemused and uncompromising.
“Not my point.”
“I know.” Dinah attempts a smile. “But you say it like it’s a contradiction-” and then she lets her hand fall to her lap, and sighs. She steps back from that ledge and the arguments that wait beyond it. “I am human, Ava.”  She tips her head back to look at her properly, the shadows under her eyes and the firm, full line of her mouth. “I bruise and then I heal. Slower than you do, but I will be fine.”
Her gaze is held. Not in challenge, not exactly, and a weight of words swells and then subsides, drawn back like an ebbing tide.
After a moment, Ava bends closer. Deliberately. There’s the slide of her fingers beneath the collar of her shirt, seeking skin, the soft brush of Ava's hair slipping down to brush Dinah's collarbone- and then the warmth of her mouth, on the bare skin of her shoulder.
She’s placing a kiss on the bruise.
Dinah’s breath catches. Her heart beats, fast and insistent like she’s running from something - or rather running towards it, burning and bright and golden - and she remains frozen in place a breathless moment. It’s an old habit of hers, from when moving too quickly or too suddenly might break whatever temporary spell had been cast… but they’ve changed from this. They are no longer stuck in liminal space - in maybes.
She raises her hand and catches Ava’s wrist, tucking her thumb against the swell of hers. And Ava exhales, quietly, her head turning up towards hers, her lips hovering that lingering moment over her own.
The kiss is warm, warming. It’s intensity and dragging, lingering touches, slow drawn breath, and Ava fits between Dinah’s legs like she belongs there (she does), sinking to one knee, and then the other, her hands falling to Dinah’s lap and settling above her knees. Her thumbs sweep across her upper thighs, blazing heat behind them. She drinks in Dinah’s kisses with a sigh that sounds like her name.
Dinah - she doesn’t know where she settles her hands. They run through Ava’s hair, undoing the rest of her braid. Then one finds Ava's waist and the other curls to the back of her head, tangling, holding, and Ava presses closer, grip on her thighs tightening.
Eventually, eventually, Dinah pulls away, catching Ava’s lower lip between her teeth first and lightly tugging. The soft sound Ava lets out shivers warm and electric through her. She hasn’t opened her eyes. She doesn’t think Ava has, either.
“Human,” she says, and Ava’s scoff fans warm against her mouth. Dinah leans forward, brushing her lips over hers again and she can almost taste Ava’s retort before she concedes and the words are swallowed, the two of them losing time again for a little while.
When they next break away, Ava doesn’t go far. She settles back on her heels, looking down at their hands as Dinah’s fall to her lap as well. Dinah traces her fingertips down over the backs of her hands, drawing circles around her knuckles. Ava’s hands are deceptively smooth for the life she’s lived, she thinks. It’s that contradiction of what she is, who she is: how her flesh shrugs away all that she has lived through, leaving just the strength of her fingers and the steadiness of her grip. Against them, Dinah's hands seem almost slender. Warm-toned against Ava's skin's almost translucence.
Ava turns one of her hands enough to interlace their fingers, pressing warmth into Dinah’s chilled touch.
“You cannot win arguments that way,” Ava says to their hands. Her expression is fond, despite herself, and Dinah smiles lopsidedly back.
“I’m not trying to argue with you, Ava.”
Ava clicks her tongue, disagreeing, and Dinah squeezes the hand in hers, feeling that fluttering warmth in her chest when Ava squeezes back. Ava doesn't look up. She’s not avoiding her gaze, not exactly, but Dinah can feel that weight of words between them again, see the tension in the line of her back. She recognises it now, she thinks. When Nate had been on ordered bed rest, beaten and bloodied in the aftermath of the rescue mission with the trappers, they had both…
But they are all here, together. Even if it is with Nathaniel, and not Nate. The man they know is separated from them by a gulf of time and they’re stranded on this archipelago, this strange and half-familiar shore.
It hovers over them, how little they know. The uncertainty of their next steps, their way back.
But they are not in this alone.
"Ava.” Dinah reaches for her, brushing her hair from her cheek, asking her to look at her. After a moment, she does, and there are the words, harboured in those seaglass, seafoam eyes. “I worry about you, too.”
“There is nothing for you to worry about,” she says, a warm rumble, and Dinah frowns, thumbing the curve of her jaw.
“Of course there is. But we’ll get back home. We’ll be okay.”
Ava’s jaw tightens. She blinks, still looking at her, something sharpening, resurfacing, the stone beneath the waves. “Yes, we will.”
There’s an edge of tension in the way she says it, swears it, like an oath. But when Dinah brushes Ava's unbound hair back behind her ear, gently, her green eyes slip closed, and some of the tension eases again from her broad shoulders.
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Part of the Ember Days. Read more here.
I am also tagging a few people! And you, reading this! Please find and celebrate your older stories, so I can enjoy them with you again :D @garglyswoof @carry-the-sky @ejunkiet @lightofpage @serial-chillr @vryptidart (ngl I am really hoping with book three we might be gifted with some more of your scum verse - only if the itch takes you @agentnatesewell (either fic or those lovely headcanon parent posts if you wanted??) @thee-morrigan @rhetoricalrogue @bayalexison @captainkilly aaaand I know I’ve forgotten people and I’m sorry in advance
(I haven’t uploaded my fic to tumblr in a while because of how janky the site is for fic, but this has reminded me... maybe I’ll post up tenderness on here to celebrate book 3, haha)
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athousandmorningss · 7 months
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Full-hearted, full-bellied joy.
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cuddlesdotgif · 27 days
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queers-ahoy · 6 months
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They knew what they were doing putting Edward fucking Teach in a cat collar
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meat-wentz · 1 year
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I am, as I'm sure is no suprise, an ioh stan who considers van gogh in their top 5 painters ever. Last year, I went to a van gogh immersive experience and let me tell, that album and those paintings belong together. being surrounded by those painting at times felt like being present in the ioh bedroom itself. to feel swallowed by both of those rooms, those artists, and those worlds at the same time is indescribable.
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I also want to recommend watching the doctor who episode Vincent and the doctor and thinking about early fob to ioh. I could go on about this forever but yeah
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cosettegf · 11 months
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life is worth living because u get to watch your peace lilies grow flowers
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lelephantsnail · 2 years
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I'm one minute forty-five seconds (1:45) into episode 3 of Old Fashion Cupcake and I'm already screaming and crying!
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greyeyedmonster-18 · 2 years
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i’m just here to say i love you. kay bye
no YOU.
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frootloopscereal · 2 years
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nOOOOOOOOO
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adampage · 2 years
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he didn’t just LAUGH he SNORTED HELPPPP
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wereshrew-admirer · 2 years
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(said in a mumble, like it’s been repeated so many times the words don’t sound like words anymore)
“he should have reached out when they both had blood”
(new chine/duvall fic just dropped and it’s brutal)
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