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youchangedmedestiel · 3 months

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I wrote this ficlet before even knowing/thinking about Dean's birthday. But I think it fits well, especially because it's called "My old man". So, there it is (also available on AO3):

Claire came to the bunker this morning telling she was working on a case not so far from Lawrence and needed help especially about lore. Plus it was the occasion to see everybody.

She spent the whole morning with Jack working on finding things about her case. Jack got involved really fast as soon as he thought it was a kind of zombies. They are not sure what it is exactly so far, but they are still digging into the books in the bunker’s library right now, sitting side by side, and Dean joined to give them a hand, sitting across the same table, since Sam is out on another hunt with Eileen.

Claire is starting to be bored with all this research and decides that annoying Dean would be funny which it usually is. She notices him squinting while looking down at the book in front of him and takes the opportunity.

“Do you need some glasses to read, old man?” She asks, winking at Jack who lifted his head once he heard her talk, then she looks back at Dean to see his reaction, because that’s the fun part. Dean is bewildered at first and Claire does anything to hold back her laugh.

“I – no – I’m not THAT old. I – I don’t need glasses.” He stutters, frowning at her.

“Yeah sure, like you don’t ask Cas to bring you coffee because your old man’s knees hurt.” She adds and then looks back down at her book after she sees how wide Dean’s mouth opened.

“Wh – no.” Dean starts, frowning even harder, and looks at Jack, probably searching for back up here but he just looks back at Dean questioningly.

“You should stop frowning though because it’ll just add more wrinkles to your already wrinkled face.” Claire shouts, holding back another laugh that threaten to go out. It’s so easy to tease Dean. She loves doing it, especially to see his reactions.

“She’s right, you have lots of wrinkles around your eyes.” Jack observes, his gaze focused on the corner of Dean’s eyes. And Claire starts chuckling but turns it into a cough. But Dean didn’t notice because he is too focused on what Jack said. He doesn’t know what to say anymore, he is familiar with Claire messing with him, but he is also aware of Jack’s usual honesty, which hurts him more. Because if Jack says he looks old, then it must be true.

“I – I –“ He stammers as he touches the corners of his eyes with his index on each side of his face, when Cas enters the library with two mug filled with coffee in his hands.

“Come on Jack, I need a break, show me your room.” Claire suggests, getting up already, because this is not a question. Dean frowns at her knowing she is fleeing from Cas but then he remembers about the wrinkles and soften his face even if he still feels annoyed. Claire and Jack disappear quickly in the hallway, when Cas approaches the table where Dean is sitting.

“What’s wrong?” Cas asks, as he puts Dean’s mug on the table and sits beside him.

“Cas, I’m old.” Dean says, trying to flatten his wrinkles around his eyes.

“Yes, and?” Cas answers, tilting his head, because he can’t find what is the problem here.

“Gee, Cas. Please, don’t lie.” Dean throws in an ironical ton, Cas knows how to recognize it now. He got to experience it more than once through the years they spend together.

“Dean.” Cas’s voice is serious but soft.

“Claire told me I have wrinkles around my eyes and Jack agreed.” Dean explains, trying to keep a straight face to avoid having more of those.

“You do –“ Cas observes smiling, and adds “I love them.”

“What? You – you love my wrinkles?” Dean asks, making a weird face because it’s hard to be surprised while still trying to keep a straight face.

“Of course I do. Especially the ones near your eyes, those are witnesses of your smile.” Cas says as he leans forward and cradles Dean’s face, his fingertips stroking the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes.

“That still makes me an old man.” Dean states jokingly, not being able to control his face from smiling at Cas’s cheesy comment anymore.

“But you are MY old man, Dean.” Cas answers, fondly looking at the hunter.

“Well, can you heal my knees and my eyes, please?” Dean asks, flustered, lowering his face because he can’t look at him. “Of course.” Cas leans even forward, grabs Dean’s chin with his hand to lift his face up and kisses Dean’s mouth. It’s tender and warm. The angel’s healing grace shines between their lips and Dean feels Cas’s grace invade his body, feeling warm behind his eyes and in both knees. He also perceives a strange sensation in his stomach and heart, but that has nothing to do with the healing. It still comes from Cas but totally for another reason.

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jgyapologism · 4 months

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He sucks in a breath. “I didn’t want it to happen this way, I—” “Wh-what—do you—mean?!” “Well, whenever I thought about it—” “Y-YOU THOUGHT ABOUT IT?!” Feng Xin pauses. He hadn’t meant to say it aloud; and now Mu Qing is staring at him with a mixture of horror and something he can’t quite decipher. (If he didn’t know better, he’d say it was longing.)

The final chapter of my body swap Fengqing fic was uploaded today! Check it out :) And read the tags/notes!

#tgcf #mxtx tgcf #tgcf fanfic #tgcf fic #tgcf fanfiction #fengqing #mu qing #feng xin #mu qing x feng xin #feng xin x mu qing #hualian #background hualian #xie lian #hua cheng #post canon fic #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfic #fic

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theredcapeofk · 6 months

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Starting today, up to the 31st, I will be posting my short Halloween Supercorp illustrated fic.

You'll be getting 5 chapters all in all. Each short chapter has it's own illustration, because I tend to make crazy projects like this xD.

This is set post S6. The Superfriends decide to have a Halloween party for Esme's first Halloween with them

#supergirl fanfiction #supercorp fanfiction #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp fanart #my writing #dansen #brainia #post canon fic

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onthesandsofdreams · 2 years

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Silent Love

Fandom: The Sandman Pairing: Morpheus x f!Reader Summary: 'You're looking, but you don't see.' Teleute's voice softly echoing in his mind, not to mention the look she had given him after he had spoken about the newest movie you two had watched. Words: 1669 Notes: For my sister, @mousedetective. Also, a small fyi, the ice creams that I’ve mentioned are very much real (and very, very tasty). Arrullo de Luna = Cooing from the Moon (Peach, mango, pecan and strawberry), Oracion de Amor = Love Prayer (Almond, peach, rose petals and marshmallows) and yes, they were chosen on purpose. Prompt(s): #16.- You're looking, but you don't see.' from @fictober-event

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Morpheus stood still, 'You're looking, but you don't see.' Teleute's voice softly echoing in his mind, not to mention the look she had given him after he had spoken about the newest movie you two had watched.

What had she meant? Frowning, he recalled the last time you two had been together, it had been a simple get together between friends, to watch a movie you had been insistent that he ought to watch. He would had to admit that Gravity had been a good movie. You had been kind enough to offer foodstuff and drinks and it had been a quiet night simply watching the movie and enjoying each other's company.

But he knew that Teleute was trying to tell him something without outright having to say it.

So, he went over your most recent of interactions. One of them were in the park, where you two found yourselves feeding the birds. Conversation had steered - or rather you had steered - into fashion, thinking nothing of it, he had commented about experiencing the fashions of the centuries every time he visited with Hob.

You had stopped feeding the birds, turned to him and given him a long, critical look. "I am sure you looked amazing. I would have loved to see you in that fashion."

He had stared at you and shrugged. "I could always change my looks, perhaps during that costume party you are so fond off, and then you could truly make a judgement."

You had laughed, "Halloween party, Morpheus. And yeah, that would be fun. I might even let you win the contest that I throw, you know, just for sheer historical accuracy. Think on it, extra candy!"

* Another of your most recent interactions had been when he had rescued you from some drunken men. You and your friends had gone to a bar, to dance and relax a bit from the stress of work when a couple of men had all but cornered you as you came out of the bathroom.

Whatever they had told you, he did not need to know. But he understood the fear in your eyes when he made his way to you. "Excuse me," he had said, easily pushing the men aside and all but turning himself into a wall in front of you. "I am sorry for being late, darling. But I am here now. Are these men bothering you?"

"They were just leaving," he had not missed the way your voice was thick with relief. "And now that you're here, perhaps we could go home too, I'm growing a little tired. Just need to say bye to the girls, I'll be right back."

And that had been that, he had made sure you made it home safely. You clinging to his arm the whole way home, "Thank you," you had told him. "For the rescue in there. I was ready to panic."

"I know, I could see the fear in your eyes. I would not stand for it."

"Well, I appreciate it, Morpheus. I really, really do." Your face and voice had gone soft. "I appreciate and I'm thankful for your help, I owe you one."

"There is no need for repayment." He had told you. "You were in distress and I would not stand for it."

"Nevertheless, I insist. If you ever need my help, I will give it." You had taken his hand in yours and squeezed it tight, your whole face solemn. "I mean it."

The next one had been when you had insisted in taking him out for ice cream. "C'mon Morpheus, this shop is the best! They have such unique flavorings and I'm sure we will find something for you. Specially, something you have not tried."

He had indulged you, it was ice cream, how different it could be? Turns out, a lot more than what he had been expecting. You had explained that the owners were Mexican, and they took inspiration from there to create their flavors and always offered a small tasting bite if the customer was unsure as to what to get.

You had settled for one called 'Oracion de Amor', and then insisted he try it. "This is delicious Morpheus, you have to try it!"

He had indulged you, and he could not helped but agreed that it was. When he had told you so, you had beamed at him. He however, had picked one called 'Arrullo de Luna'. In the end, the two of you had enjoyed the shop and the ice cream. And now he had another place to bring his sister to.

Another had been when you had insisted in dragging him to an amusement park. First thing on your agenda? The highest rollercoaster there was. "You loose all fear when you conquer the worst," you had told him. "And I intent to."

And so, he had found himself sitting besides you as you both waited for the ride to begin. "This metal's too flimsy. Are you sure it's safe?"

You had rolled your eyes and gently slapped his arm. "Perfectly so. These amusement parks are well maintained. We're not dying - no, don't give me that face - here today. That would put such a damper in the mood."

He could not deny that you were excited about the whole thing, even more so when at the highest part before the drop. But of course, the very moment when the ride dropped, he had not been able from stopping himself and placing a protective arm in front of you. You didn't seem to mind.

"That was amazing, wasn't it?" You were practically vibrated with excitement and he could not help but to smile at your wide eyes and clear delight.

"It wasn't as terrible as I thought."

"Aha! A small victory, I'll take it."

In the end, the amusement park had not been so bad, despite being crowded and loud. And he had won a rainbow plush unicorn for you after you set your eyes on it. The hug that you had given him would had probably crush bones if he were human, and your eyes were sparkling when you pulled back and said, "Thank you, Morpheus. I'll treasure it. Always."

The last one that had happened was when due to his duties, he had been unable to visit you in the waking world and had not had the chance to spend enough time in the Dreaming. And if he had to be honest, he missed your presence a lot more than he had been expecting to. So, he made his mind to visit you as soon as he could.

He had gone directly to your home, a place that you had offered to him whenever he needed some sort of escape. "It's not the Dreaming," you had told him shrugging. "But I would like to think we're friends, and when a friend needs a place to hide, you offer your place. So, you're welcome to let yourself in anytime." And to prove your point, you had given him the keys and the alarm code, "In case you feel like entering like a normal person."

"Would I not be imposing upon you?"

"No. My house is yours, Morpheus." You had looked so very serious. "And you're welcome to make yourself at home whenever - even when I'm not here."

"Thank you."

And when he finally took your offer and visit, he found you reading on your sofa. A blanket thrown on your legs and a steaming mug of coffee on the table next to you. He took a moment to observe you, you looked so at peace and content.

Then, you nearly jumped to the ceiling when you realized that he had come. Your book forgotten, you stood and rushed to hug him, "Morpheus, hi. Welcome, I've missed you!"

"It's good to see you, you have also been missed."

When you pulled back, there was something in your eyes that he had not been able to read well, for you immediately pulled him over to the sofa. "I know you're busy, but I was starting to worry. Would you like anything?"

"Tea is fine, thank you."

You had beamed at him and rushed to your kitchen. When you came back, you offered the tea and asked if he had been well. After reassuring you that he was, in fact, quite well and inquiring about yourself, the two of you had launched into a lively book debate.

That was one of the things he liked about you, how passionate you were. And he welcomed the debate and your different point of view. You two had talked - and you had managed to convinced him to have dinner with you - until you had began yawning. It had been his turn to be amused, "Sleep. We'll see each other in the Dreaming."

"Alright. I'll see you in a bit, Morpheus."

And the lively debates had continued in the Fielder's Green with an impromptu picnic. And something that had struck him had been how regretful you looked at having to leave the Dreaming when you were about to wake up.

What could that...

Oh.

Well, Teleute was right. He was an idiot.

How come had been so blind not to see the love that swam in your eyes? The care and tenderness you offered to him so freely? How he had missed the whole signs that your friendship had shifted to something so much more deep?

And more importantly, how did he feel about it?

He closed his eyes, allowing himself to simply feel... and his eyes snapped open when he realized that he felt the same for you. Well now, that was quite unexpected. Not unpleasant, just unexpected. And he would do his best to court you.

Now, perhaps he could ask his sister about modern courting rituals? Yes, that option was better than having to ask Matthew. Mind made up, he made his way to his gallery, no point in delaying the inevitable, he had already kept you waiting long enough.

#fictober22 #morpheus x reader #dream x reader #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #reader insert #the sandman fic #post canon fic #the sandman

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elennalore · 5 months

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For this year's Scribbles & drabbles @fall-for-tolkien event, I also had a chance to write about Manwë, inspired by a lovely moodboard prompt made by @thedaughterofshadows. In the fic, Manwë is almost (but not quite) off-duty. The first chapter is out, and I have plans to continue the fic with more birds and Elves.

Fic: Feathers and Friends

Gen, rated T.

Characters (the first chapter): Manwë, Ulmo, Maglor. And some seagulls.

Summary: Manwë spends time with his feathered friends and meets some Elves.

#manwe sulimo #manwe #maglor #silm fic #post canon fic #my writing #scribbles & drabbles 2023

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forays-into-fiction · 1 year

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Blood That Drives Us Masterlist

If Eddie Munson is dead, then what is that thing staring back at you through your bedroom window?

Prologue.

The night of March 21st is as uneventful as ever for you, but you had no idea how the course of events tonight would affect yours and the town’s future.

Part 1.

I know there’s something out there, I think I hear it move…

Part 2.

Good morning Sleeping Beauty… Or is it Beast?

Part 3.

Here, there be dragons.

Part 4.

Hello darkness my old friend.

Part 5.

I’m sorry for what I did, but I’m not sorry I did it.

Part 6.

Face like Freddy Krueger.

Part 7. ~

(Coming Soon)

Main Masterlist

Credit to @morffeine on the art, originally posted on TikTok, user has since gone private

#eddie munson fic #vampire!eddie #vampire! eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #vampire!eddie x reader #vampire!eddie munson x reader #vampire!au #post canon #post canon fic #eventual smut #Blood That Drives Us #Blood That Drives Us Masterlist

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the-water-nixie · 1 year

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Bad Apples: Chapter 3

A KP potential season two featuring: Detectives KimChay, Kinn mostly feeling stressed out, Porsche and Vegas maybe sorta friends?, reluctant wingman Macau, Tankhun not really dealing with his shit—but he’s trying, okay?, and Pete’s along for the ride and bashing skulls all the way. And oh yeah, everybody hates Korn.

Many thanks to my betas @just-slightly-chaotic and @ghostttly!

Chapter Three: Celebration/Absolution

Chay’s birthday goes much differently than he’d anticipated.

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#kimchay #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kim theerapanyakul #porchay kittisawat #macau theerapanyakul #waternix fic #post canon fic

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16th-cornelia-street · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Kajillionaire (2020) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Old Dolio Dyne/Melanie Characters: Old Dolio Dyne, Melanie (Kajillionaire) Additional Tags: Post canon, atnique store shopping, sappho poem inspo, Domestic Fluff, Comfort, and they were ROOMMATES, i saw the movie once and was immediately obsessed, this story is only slightly inspired by real events Summary:

After Melanie cashes her renter's insurance check, the two women go antique shopping for some new pieces for their home

#kajillionaire #old dolio #melanie #dolio x melanie #post canon fic

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ineedaplacetostay · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Nope (2022) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Emerald Haywood & OJ Haywood & Angel Torres, OJ Haywood/Angel Torres, (implied its not the focus), Em versus the Spectacle Characters: Emerald Haywood, OJ Haywood, Angel Torres Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Having Very Black Thoughts about the way Em might think she has to present herself, as a Black woman, And you all get to read them but like couched in prose, Post-Canon Summary:

You can’t go home, but you don’t have to stay here.

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Back at it again on AO3, this time with some Em Haywood hurt and comfort

#nope film #nope 2022 #em haywood #post canon fic

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auramanipulation7-5 · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: My Little Pony Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Stygian | Pony of Shadows (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic), Kiwi Tart (My Little Pony) Additional Tags: Writer's Block, the beginning of his mentioned novels, Stygian is a Writer, short story collection, modern life struggles, Fluff, probably angst later but not quite yet, Domestic Fluff Summary:

A collection of oneshots about Stygian, after retiring from being a supervillain and his experiences trying to settle in this new, strange Time.

This is a recent fic I posted on ao3! I wrote it so I'm not advertising someone else's work as my own :) banakil_quesse is my account there!

#new mlp fic #mlp #mlp g4 #my little pony #stygian #pony of shadows #fluff fic #angst #fluff #former villain #post canon fic #my little pony g4 #my little pony generation 4 #my little pony friendship is magic #my little pony legends of magic

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imaginatio-ficlets · 10 days

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Fandom: All For The Game Characters: Neil Josten, The train wreck that is his life Title: on the day of execution (stolen from this bowie song) TW: suicide mention, murder mention

The video dropped on a thursday two hours before the game was supposed to start.

The whole team was already somewhere in the stadium, some of them out in the field warming up. A sizeable number of overenthusiastic fans must have arrived as well, their shouts filtering in through the tunnel. "Eagles, eagles, eagles!"

Neil was sitting in the lounge listeing to Cap and Coach strategising about last minute defence tactics. He was absentmindely scrolling through twitter with one hand - Exy was trending, but when wasn't it these days - while the other was burried in a bag of salted nuts, when suddenly his screen lit up. Jean was calling.

Neil toyed with the thought of letting it go to voicemail, but the two of them hadn't talked in a while. He picked up. Rapid fire french burst out of the phones speakers, volume too high and the room grew silent around him. All eyes on Neil.

"Kevin is having a breakdown, Thea is in a game at the other side of the planet and I can't reach Andrew. Josten do something."

Neil had lowered the volume, shrugging at his coach apologetically and half turned away, before the words fully registered.

"Why is he freaking out, put him on the phone."

"What are you fucking- You haven't seen it?"

"Seen what? Stop being cryptic or give me Kevin."

"The New York Times published a video of Rikos execution."

The world froze. For a second Neil thought, somehow, all the air in the room must have evaporated. He couldn't breathe.

He must have stood up because Coach stopped him from running out the door, his lips were moving but Neil couldn't hear a single sound besides the ringing in his ears.

"-eil. Neil, where are you going? The reporters are already out there."

Taking a steady breath he turned back around - "Nothing, I'm fine." - sitting down on his bench, back turned to the rest of the room.

Neil didn't care about Riko or anyone knowing how he had found his end. But he did care about Kevin and what seing that must have shaken loose inside of his fragile psyche.

Still, Neil couldn't help but wonder. Dragging all the buried memories up from his mind, trying to remember what the room had looked like. Where the security cameras might have been. Who had kept the footage all these years just to release it now. Had the dimm lights been bright enough? How close had Neil stood to Riko when Ichirou pulled the trigger.

"How much-"

"You're in it."

Neil was standing again, the bench scraping across the floor with an ugly squeak. He could feel countless eyes burning into the back of his neck. They made him want to run.

The TV in the corner that had been replaying game footage, suddenly lit up with a breaking news screen. The deep red combined with the attention grabbing jingle grating on Neils nerves.

"Give him a bottle of tequila."

"He's trying to stay sobber! Thea is going to kill me if I-"

"Just give it to him Jean. And tell Andrew not to do anything stupid."

Neil hung up.

The screen had morphed to a studio background, a slightly crumpled looking reporter sorting through papers. "We are interrupting our regular sceduled programming to urge the public to be on the lookout for this individual. A newly surfaced video connects this man to the suicide of Riko Moriyama, which is now suspected to be murder. In a shocking twist Exy Star Neil Josten - also known as Nathaniel Wesninski - is suspected to have been on the scene. More on that at six. If you recognize this man, who has not yet been identified, do not engage. Notify 9-1-1 immediately and-"

Neil wanted to look away from Ichirous blurry face on the screen, but he couldn't. That picture might as well have been of him, might as well be his very own death sentence.

Coach was staring at Neil, expression ironclad. Neil wanted to run.

"Josten, you're out of the game. We're going to my office, follow me-"

The whole team was staring at him. Neil wanted to run, but he couldn't move.

The door to the locker room banged open. Two man dressed in black suits shouldered their way past Coach and for a second Neil thought this was it. The Moriamas were already here. They were coming for him and I need to run, I need to run, I can't fucking run! When one of them held up his FBI badge.

"Mr Josten, you are under protective custody as of right now. Follow us."

Neil didn't even feel an ounce of relive. There wasn't any air in his lungs and he couldn't move.

Somehow he followed them anyway.

#aftg #neil josten #post canon fic #tw suicide mention #just a little something i've had in my phone notes for months #hope you like it!#my fics #social media #pro exy era

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theredcapeofk · 6 months

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Halloween Thirst

Chapter 1 on Ao3

Join Supercorp as they prepare for their first Halloween Party as a couple.

Stay tuned all week for new chapters and new illustrations

#supercorp fanfiction #supercorp fanart #myart #my writing #kara x lena #kara danvers #lena luthor #alex danvers #supergirl fanfiction #kelly olsen #supercorp art #brainia #dansen #post canon fic #halloween thirst

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onthesandsofdreams · 2 years

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Decision

Fandom: Castlevania TV Pairing: Alucard x Fem!Reader Summary: And now, he was faced with a choice. He can grasp the happiness he may now, or let you go entirely. Words: 1032 Notes: Post Canon Prompt(s): #5 No, anything but that from @fictober-event

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You were crying in front of Alucard's eyes. "Adrian... please... help me!" You sobbed.

Alucard was snarling, every bit of his strength raging at the bonds that held him in place. "In a moment, beloved," he tried to reassure you. "Be brave, I'll be there in a moment."

A cruel laugh came from behind you, and before Alucard or you could do anything about it, the vampire who held you both prisoners made a motion to bite you.

"No, anything but that!" Alucard screamed. He loved you for what you were, a kind and loving human with a warm and gentle touch. The last thing he wanted was for you to turn into the monsters he killed. "Let her go, it is me who you have quarrel with, she's innocent!"

The vampire still, fangs gracing your neck. He looked at Alucard and rose a hand to your neck, holding you in such a tight grip, that you feared he would choke you. "And why should I not, Alucard? After all, what better way to make you pay than turning her into my play thing."

"She is not a thing," Alucard snarled. "Nor she is yours."

"Exactly." The vampire said and the smile he gave to Alucard made him freeze in place. "She is yours, which is why..." The hand on your neck moved too fast, sharp nails cutting your flesh open. "She has to go."

"No!" Alucard's scream echoed into the night, without being able to do anything, he simply watched as blood pour from your wounds and slowly, but surely, you began to close your eyes and loose color. A choked sob rose through his chest. "My love, listen to me. I love you, always have and always will. We will see each other again, I promise you."

"I... love... you..." those were your last words. Words that you had struggled to get out before your eyes closed for the last time.

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Alucard bolted awake, breathing hard and covered in a sheen of sweat.

It took him a while to calm down. It had only been a dream. But one that had been his nightmare since he realized that he had fallen in love with you. He had never spoken about it, weary of the problems that would arose should he do so. You were always so kind, a healer, much like his mother and he knew the disaster that could loom in the future should you both pursue a relationship.

But now, faced with this dream? He wasn't as sure of his convictions as he was before. His parents had been happy, deliriously so if only for a short time. And he had seen the devastation that his mother's death had caused to his father. But his father had been away, unable to protect his mother and he, well, he wasn't as willing to part with you. In fact, it had been his idea that you stayed with him in the Belmont household. The excuse had been that the three of them could always use a healer, the reality is that Alucard had fallen for you and wasn't as willing to part with you.

Sypha had given him a knowing look, to his surprise, Trevor had kept his comments to those moments when they were alone and you were out of earshot. A good thing too, because friend or not, Alucard would pummel Trevor to the ground if he hurt or offend you.

And now, he was faced with a choice.

He can grasp the happiness he may now, or let you go entirely.

Alucard tosses the sheets aside and all but runs to the chamber that you occupy. He knocks at the door and waits. It is during that wait that doubt creeps up his spine, what if you say no? But he's not able to turn back, for a moment later, your sleepy face show through the open door. "Adrian?"

He coughs. "Forgive for awakening you, but there is something that I must speak with you. Something that cannot wait until the morning." Else I would loose my courage, Alucard doesn't say.

You move back to let him in, pulling your robe tighter to your body. Once inside, you ask, "Well, is there an emergency? Am I needed somewhere?"

Alucard shakes his head. "No," he hesitates. "This is something of a more personal nature." He takes a deep breath and takes your hands in his. "I love you. I have fallen madly in love with you and I find myself unwilling to let you go.

"I had a nightmare, of you dying in front of my eyes and I knew right then, that I could not simply pretend that what I feel for you was nothing more than friendship. I love you. I love how kind and gentle you are. I love how you are selfless with your work, but draw the line to protect yourself. I love that sharp tongue of yours that lets people know that you do not suffer fools. I love how you worry, about me, Sypha and Trevor. I love your eyes, the way they shine when you laugh and how I see myself reflected in them. I love that you treat your patients with all the respect that you can give them, it has broken my heart seeing you cry when being unable to help someone, or when someone is beyond your help."

Alucard took a deep breath. "And I would rather know now if you feel the same. But please know, that whatever decision that you make, I will respect that. And that I will not treat you with anything less than the respect and friendship that you deserve. You will not loose me and I will not be bitter should you reject me, you have my word."

Alucard watched as your eyes filled with tears and, when he less expected it, you jumped into his arms and kissed him. He returned the kiss fiercely, with all the passion that he bore inside for you. "I love you," you said when air became necessary. "Stay."

Alucard arched a brow, "The night, or forever?"

The smile you gave him was dazzling. "Both."

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Retelling The Hobbit Chapter 16: The Song of the Lonely Mountain First chapter / Previous / Next

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*crumbles into dust after finishing this* Thank you for reading! This The Hobbit webcomic adaptation thing takes a lot of effort to put together and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate every comment. I also really appreciate the people who’ve spread the word of this comic to their friends! <3

And finally, we’re at the Song of the Lonely Mountain! Within Tolkien’s canon, The Hobbit is an in-universe book that was “written” by Bilbo Baggins, who occasionally lies/embellishes/exaggerates things. The tonal differences between The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings are explained by Bilbo and Frodo/Sam being different kinds of storytellers, with different relationships to “the truth.” This idea is the core of how I’m adapting the novel! Bilbo is an unreliable narrator who is literally ‘drawing’ from his own limited experiences; the different art styles reflect the different perspectives of other characters. The “dwarf art style” in this chapter is inspired by stonework/metalwork in general— but especially by a mix of art deco, Celtic art, and European folk art.

The central tension of the comic is between Bilbo and Thorin, who each have wildly different ideas about what kind of story they’re in. Thorin is in a grand fantasy epic, while Bilbo is in a lighthearted children’s book adventure. The tragedy is, obviously, that only one side of the story ever gets to be fully told.

On a sillier note, a few years ago I had my first gay crush on a lesbian who sang while playing the piano. This chapter is dedicated to the piano lesbian. I hope they’re doing well, wherever they are. XD

I think I might need a bit of a break but I’m hoping for the next chapter, titled “Dawn,” to arrive on January 13th. And your comments/support really do help motivate me to get more done! ^_^

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Blood That Drives Us

Part 5.

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I’m sorry for what I did, but I’m not sorry I did it

You had called in sick on a few too many of your shifts at family video, any of those that you shared with Steve at least. Since that last shift after your fight, you didn’t think you could handle that again any time soon, but now it had come time to face the music.

The air is thick with tension, when he sees you stepping through the door, bell tinkling above you. You flip over the ‘back in five minutes’ sign before approaching the counter cautiously.

“Hey.” You manage weakly with a slight wince.

“Oh, look who finally decided to show up today?” He snarks back.

“Please, don’t Steve. Please, can we not fight anymore?” You lean against the counter between the two of you.

“Are you ready to admit that you’re wrong about Munson?”

“I’m not wrong.” You state firmly, before sighing “But, I am sorry for how things went down. I know I should have been honest with you from the start, even if it wouldn’t have changed anything.”

“Why are you so set on protecting him, y/n? Where did this come from?”

“Because he needs someone, he’s said he’ll try to come and see the rest of the gang when he’s ready. There’s just something he’s been working on before he can do that, needs to be comfortable with himself. I’m not going to push him to do anything he’s not ready for, but if it makes you feel better, I can make sure you’re one of the first people he sees.”

His eyes narrow and he crosses his arms over his chest as he contemplates what you’ve just said, “The sooner the better, alright? I really do have to see what’s going on for myself.”

You smile softly, grateful that he’s more willing to hear you out now, it seems, “Ok, I get that and you will. I know you’re just trying to look out for everyone, but sometimes you gotta trust that I know what I’m doing.”

“I know… it’s just, you’ve been acting different lately… it’s like there’s something not quite right with you and I think it is because of him. Look, I know I barely know the guy, but I know you and I can’t put my finger on it but something is off.”

“I think you’re just a little on edge and that’s understandable. All the shit that’s happened because of that place, but I promise I haven’t changed. I’m still me and I wanna say Eddie is still Eddie, but you’re right neither of us really knew him before all of this so we aren’t really the best judges on that. Dustin though, he was closest to him, so would you listen to it if it came from him that Eddie is safe?”

“Yeah, yeah that actually makes sense. Ok, fine that’s how we’ll play it.”

“Thank you, you know for listening this time.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. Sorry I lost my shit before, but-”

“I know… So, now that that’s blown over, how ‘bout we get to work and you can catch me up on what’s been going on with you? And no more Munson talk for the rest of the day.” You move to flip the sign back over.

He chuckles and gives you a lopsided grin, “Yeah, ok so get this…”

The two of you fall back into rhythm easily after your little heart-to-heart and when you enter his car at the end of the day, you notice he’s left the radio tuned in to your station. You don’t comment on it like you probably would in other circumstances, but you grin at the realisation that even though the two of you weren’t talking some small part of him was still thinking about you.

When you get to your place you linger at his car, leaning through the open passenger side window.

He looks over to you from his seat, “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah? Half-shift? Taking over from Robin, right?”

You nod, “Yep, you wanna hang out after close?”

“Sure, what you got in mind?”

“How ‘bout another trip to the trailer park?” You giggle.

“Oh, haha very funny, so glad you can make jokes about that now.”

“Honestly doesn’t matter though, we can do whatever, just missed you ya know?”

“Yeah, I missed you too, I had to go almost three whole weeks without one of my best buds.”

You gasp in mock outrage, “’ONE OF’ you take that back I am THE best bud, ok. No offence to like Robin or Dustin, but I’ve been here longer, even saw you through your ‘King Jerkface’ days.”

“I was never that bad to you, though… right?”

You can see the flash of guilt in his eyes, the uncertainty, you reassure him, “No, you were never bad to me… well, you did have your moments, but nothing that bad. Certainly, not as bad as the time you said I was just the ‘nerdy little girl your parents forced you to spend time with at the company Christmas parties’.”

“Oh my God, you’re never going to let me forget that are you? I was like twelve, what do you expect?”

“I’m just teasing, Stevie.” You giggle at him before stepping away from the car and giving him a wave, “Bye.”

He grumbles, “Ugh, see ya. Don’t know why I ever even missed you in the first place.”

“It’s cause ya love me…” You tease.

“Whatever, just get inside already… and don’t forget to talk to Munson, ok?”

“You got it.” You reply giving a mock salute.

He throws an arm over the seat beside him, glancing over his shoulder as he reverses out of your driveway. He gives you a lazy three finger wave before driving off.

Your parents aren’t home yet so you decide to just call from the bottom of the stairs, “Eddie, you here?!”

There’s a pause before the silence is broken, “Yeeaaaah, in your bedroom!”

You grin, practically skipping up the stairs, today was going well in your books. When you get to your room you see him propped up on the floor by your bed, another one of your books in hand, one of his cassettes playing on your radio. The music plays softly in the background and he looks up at you as you enter closing the book around his fingers, shifting into his wingless form.

You take a seat beside him and turning to him you both go to talk at once.

“How was-”

“I’m glad you-”

“You first.” He offers.

“Glad you stuck around, I told you it’d be fine staying the night, last night.”

“How was work? Steve treat you alright this time?” You’re impressed that he’s managing to hold a conversation and maintain his ‘human’ appearance.

“Yeah, yeah, we uh actually made up, I guess. Gonna hang out with him tomorrow night.” Your face begins to drop though, as you remember your promise to Steve.

“That’s good right, why don’t you seem happier about that?”

“It’s uh, complicated. See, we talked about you, obviously and um… Steve wants to see you. I told him you’d been planing on seeing the rest of the gang when you could, but that I wasn’t going to push you to do anything you weren’t ready for. I hope… I hope that’s ok.”

“Of course, that’s ok, but um… I still don’t think I’m ready to see everyone just yet.”

“Eds, that’s totally ok. How about if it was just Steve? I can be there with you if you want, right by your side.”

“You uh, you realise you just called me ‘Eds’, right?”

“Oh, shit sorry… do you um not like that… is it ok if I call you that?”

“No, no it’s fine you can call me whatever… it’s just I’m not really used to it.”

“So, uh what do you say to meeting up with Steve?”

“Oh… do I have to?” He whines.

“I mean you don’t have to. I won’t make you, but look you’ve maintained this whole conversation without the vampire popping out, not once.”

“Really? Shit, I almost didn’t even have to think about it this time.”

“That’s great, I’m so proud of you!” You beam over at him and he preens at your praise.

You continue, “I really think you’ll be alright talking to Steve and I’ll be there if anything goes wrong, ok?”

“If… if you say so then, yeah sure.” He shrugs.

“Perfect, maybe I can invite him over for a movie night after work tomorrow and you can join us. Low impact interaction and if you feel uncomfortable at any point you can hide out in my bedroom, sound good?”

“Yeah, I’ll try… uh, for you.”

You smile brightly and throw your arms around him, “Thanks, Eds. I really am so proud of you for this.”

He stiffens against you, doesn’t know what to do with his arms, they sit frozen by his sides, book falling from his grip his and his psychic mask drops. You jump back feeling his unease, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“No, it’s fine you just surprised me is all… no one’s hugged me in a long time… not that many people hugged me before, but still.” He shrugs not meeting your eye, flushing bright red against his scars.

You nudge him, “Hey, do you… do you like hugs? Do you want to be hugged?”

He looks at you like you’ve just sprouted a second head, “Well, yeah who doesn’t like hugs?”

“Plenty of people, for all different reasons and it can change depending on the situation too. Like Robin for example, I know she doesn’t like unexpected hugs, it’s like a sensory thing or something. So, with her I just let her initiate the hug. Make sense?”

“Uh yeah, I guess… and I do want hugs by the way, but maybe next time don’t just tackle me. And for sure watch yourself with the horns and the wings and shit, don’t want you to take your eye out.”

You giggle at him, “Sure thing Eds... D’ya want a hug now?”

He looks away again shyly, mumbling, “Um, yeah… yes, please.”

His reaction is so adorable you just wanna burst, you move to wrap your arms around him again but he stops you holding up his hand.

“Wait. Wait a minute. Let me try changing back to, ya know, ‘normal’ me.”

“If that makes you feel more comfortable, sure thing.”

It takes him a second, his face screwed up in concentration before he looks back over at you, his mask back in place, “Is that… did I do it?”

“Yep, come here…” you spread your arms, popping up to rest on your knees facing him.

He slots himself into place in your arms still a little tense, but he relaxes into you when your arms wrap around him. Even though you can’t see them you can feel the joint of his wings on his back as your hands slip under the membrane when they move to encircle him. You pretend you don’t though, no need to make him feel self-conscious and he doesn’t mention it, instead sighing contentedly when you begin rubbing your hands in circles.

You let him pull away first, allowing him to take as much time as he needs, poor guy must be so touch-starved it hurts, you think.

When he does, he gives you a shaky little thanks, sighing yet again.

He looks at you but can’t meet your eye, gaze instead settling somewhere around your nose, mumbling, “I uh, I really needed that. I guess I didn’t even realise how much.”

“Hey, it’s no problem, what are friends for?” You grin at him, “You ever need a hug, you know where to find me.” You give him a playful punch to the shoulder.

“Yep, so… what’re your plans for tonight?”

“Hmmm… dunno, mum already has dinner sorted in the fridge. Probably too late to squeeze in a movie before the parents get home. We could just hang out here listen to your music, you can keep reading…” You trail off.

“Yeah, ok cool.” He picks up the book from the floor beside him and settles back into his original position, flipping through the pages to find his place.

You stand moving to find something to keep you occupied too, deciding on your sketch pad. You lay on your bed flat on your stomach doodling away, humming along to the music.

You’d been surprised to find that you actually quite liked some of Eddie’s music, you recognised the song playing now as Rainbow in the Dark by Dio, you knew the tape would be finishing soon only one more song left.

You glance over at him still absorbed in the book, still maintaining his ‘human’ appearance, you grin. When the tape does end you put on another one grabbing it at random from the few sitting beside the radio. It turns out to be another one of his, Iron Maiden, the cover art depicting some sort of zombie.

When you take your seat once again on the bed, leaning back on the pillows this time, he glances up at you opening his mouth as if to say something but then closes it abruptly before returning to his book.

You’re hit with the sudden urge to cuddle up with him, so you decide to speak up, “Hey, Eds I think I need some cuddles now, d’ya think…”

“Oh, for sure absolutely. I was… I was actually going to ask you, but I didn’t wanna seem too needy or whatever.”

“Come up here on the bed.” You pat the space beside you, “If we cuddle up real close, we should fit alright.”

He scrambles to join you, the book hanging loosely in his grip and you shift forward so he can squeeze in behind you. You settle back against his chest and his arm wraps around you shakily, “Is this, ok?” He asks for confirmation.

“Perfect, hey do you think you could read your book aloud to me?”

“Yeah sure, if you want.” He replies mildly surprised.

The combination of his voice and the music crackling through the speakers of your radio is enough to lull you to sleep and you do so, head resting against his shoulder. He carefully extricates himself from underneath you, turning off the radio before turning back to you and covering you best he could with the quilt beneath you not wanting to disturb you too much.

He’s utterly perplexed by your behaviour today, you’d never been this touchy-feely with him before. He’d noticed how flippant you could be with your affection just seeing you around school and the town before but he’d never thought he’d be on the receiving end. A warmth bubbles up in his chest, but he’s quick to quash it back down, remembering his little vampire predicament. He couldn’t let this continue, he was only digging himself into a deeper pit.

You come to in the middle of the night only to find that Eddie has disappeared, you sigh flipping the covers off of you, stripping down and changing into some pyjamas before getting into your bed properly and staring at the ceiling. Had you scared him off, made him uncomfortable somehow, surely, he’d be back tomorrow for movie night, right?

But then you notice a breeze coming through your open window, a plume of smoke coming along with it. You move over to the window, leaning out to see Eddie there, cigarette in hand.

“Hey, I thought you’d left.”

He turns, shifting abruptly to his ‘human’ form, “What are you doing up, go back to bed.”

“Alright, dad.” You remark sarcastically prodding his arm, “Why’re you out here? …oh right ‘cause you’re smoking, duh. Sorry, just woke up not really thinking straight.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I’m smoking. But also ‘cause when your parents got home one of ‘em came in to check on you, had to hide.”

“Ahh yeah, I didn’t think of that either. Why don’t you come back in when you’re done?” You suggest.

“Oh, uh… ok. I mean I was planning on staying out here just in case, but…”

A flash of an image of him holding you close, wrapped up under the covers together in your bed passes through your mind bringing with it a warmth to your cheeks.

“Ummm, maybe… maybe we could cuddle again, help me get back to sleep?” You suggest awkwardly shifting on your feet.

“I dunno… are you… are you sure you wanna do that? I don’t think we should. What if your parents come to check on you again or…”

“’S fine if you don’t wanna. Don’t want to make you uncomfortable, just thought it be nice.”

“It would be nice.” He sighs, “… alright, if you want, we can cuddle. Just a friendly little cuddle.”

You can’t quite make sense of the feeling that follows when you agree, “Yeah, friendly cuddles.”

He waves his cigarette “I’ll be in, in a sec just go get comfy.”

You crawl back into bed and he follows not long after.

“So, just like before right?” He asks warily.

“Yep, come here.” You make grabby hands at him and he chuckles.

“Alright, scoot.”

He settles in laying over the covers, rather than getting in bed with you properly. He’s still a little tense at first, but when he does relax his hand comes to stroke at your hair and he hums a tune that sounds vaguely familiar.

It’s nice, but you’re not sure where the idea to cuddle came from, you wouldn’t normally push your luck with him like this. You doze off before you can contemplate it any further.

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