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kaiwewi · 1 year

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Sharing is Caring #2

[Masterlist: Sharing is Caring] [Part 1]

Synopsis: a few days after the last incident, Hero is missing time again. And someone has left them a message.

Hero was ripped from their slumber by the obnoxious beeping of their smartphone’s alarm clock.

Disoriented, they snatched the phone from the bedside table and fumbled for the mute button.

Why the hell was the alarm going off in the first place? They didn’t have any lectures for another two weeks. No appointments. No reasons whatsoever to cut their resting time short. There was no way they’d set this alarm. The damn thing had to be broken.

A terrible sense of déjà vu settled like something heavy on their chest.

No. No, no, no. Please, not again.

They squinted at the screen: 8 am. Tuesday, January 17th.

Fuck.

Another three days lost. An entire weekend plus Monday, gone.

They couldn’t breathe. They scrambled out of bed, started pacing, wrenched open the window. It didn’t help. Nothing would help. The world was spinning, blurring. Faster. Nauseating.

Oh god. What was going on? What was happening to them?

They really had to call someone. They had to make sure—

A soft breeze blew in through the open window and stirred a few stray sheets of paper sitting in the middle of their desk. Hero just so managed to slam their hand down on top of them before the wind could fully lift the sheets off the wooden surface.

The looked down to inspect the writing on the uppermost paper. The words peeking out from between their fingers were written in an elegant yet unfamiliar hand.

It appeared to be a letter. A letter addressed to them.

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Saturday, January 14th

Dear Hero

How very astute of you to finally notice you’re missing time. And it took you only five skipped days to figure it out; I am truly impressed. (Yes, that is sarcasm, in case you cannot tell. Imagine me rolling my eyes. Well, our eyes.)

Said missing time? – Do not fret: I spent it for us. Productively, I might add.

The first time I took possession of this body, I got to spent two quiet days familiarising myself with our physical condition and our immediate environment. (I strongly suggest a change in diet. I suspect we might be lactose-intolerant.)

The second time my consciousness surfaced, I had another three days that I invested primarily into studying you and your life.

In other words: I read your diary. I��m sure you’ll recognise the necessity of such a transgression, given our current circumstances. (Though, I do confess to a certain delight in skimming through the journal, reading about your insignificant worries and secrets. Quite delightful, the idea that the great hero at the core is no higher or lesser a person than the next university student…)

As for your most recent entries… although it might have brought me great satisfaction to further observe your bewilderment over those ‘blackouts’ and ‘memory gaps’, I think it prudent to introduce myself before you ‘freak out’ and get the two of us locked up in a mental institution. (I’d rather we wouldn’t be put into a straitjacket, thank you very much!)

Don’t worry, you are not ‘bonkers’ or ‘totally going nuts’.

I can assure you: I am quite real.

Best regards, Your Brain-Cell-Mate <3

PS: Your penmanship leaves room for improvement.

PPS: I threw out your fast food and went grocery shopping. Once you take over our body again, please do make use of the healthier alternatives I’ve stocked up on.

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Hero read the letter four times in total silence.

Then they went into the kitchen and opened the fridge to assess the damage. – The rest of last week's cake was gone. So were the leftover pizza and the convenience store lasagna. In their place, Hero found a bowl of potato salad, a bunch of carrots, smoked salmon, a glass of pickles, a few smoothies, whole-grain bread, and two packs of feta cheese. Even their favourite yogurt had been replaced with quark.

Well, screw therapists; they should call an exorcist.

They were possessed. By a pretentious health-freak demon.

Hysterical laughter bubbled up in their throat.

This was the worst moment ever to not have chocolate around.

[Part 3]

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staysaneathome · 1 year

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Not!Sasha but Dekker’s binding to the table has more of the Web in it than initially thought, and the resulting amalgamation of Stranger replacement versus Web puppet strings results in an imperfect takeover.

So instead of Sasha James getting fully replaced she instead gets a funky voice in her head that takes control of the body sometimes and gives them both Stranger Powers à la John from Malevolent, War Demon from Chainsaw Man, or Migi from Parasyte.

Now Sasha and Not Sasha need to navigate two opposing environments while working at cross purposes, each of them trying to prevent the other from outing them to their respective colleagues, forming a grudging partnership to try and work out how to separate again because it becomes very apparent very quickly that two beings inhabiting one body in a world full of Fears is a fragile and dangerous prospect.

They both need to learn to re-examine the worlds they inhabit through the others’ perspective and uncover disturbing truths and illusions, learn what measure is not human and how that doesn’t mean you’re not a person, and what’s the Web up to behind the scenes anyway…?

#the magnus archives #tma #tma au #sasha james #tma sasha #not sasha #not!sasha #not!them #body sharing

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missmaggiebee · 2 years

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Malevolent, Part 3: The Mansion

#Malevolent #malevolent podcast #cthulhu mythos #haunted house #spooky house #horror podcast #body sharing

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darkfictionjude · 18 days

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[Equinox MC]

How would the brother and RO react to finding out Orla isn't dead but its actually fused with MC.

(Little Backstory drible): Essentially the day Orla was found dead MC actually found her dying and MC told her the truth as they hold her body that the reason their episodes happen is because she's the missing piece and that she wont die from this because for that to happen they both have to die to be dead for good but that she shouldn't worry she will regenerate her missing parts before touching her hand and making a copy of her mutilated body appear as they fuse,

they look at their own reflection and starring back is a mixture of both their features and having the body of a goddess of beauty due to how well they look together and can feel what the other feels see their thoughts etc if they where to unfuse Orla would have any missing limbs be see through since they are still regenerating but could walk or interact.

In lame man's terms think DBZ or Steven Universe fusion without the earrings or the fact their space gems.

Never know any of these references I really do not watch as much media as people think. Only old films like a pretentious ass apart from politics I don’t got the pulse on modern or relatively modern happenings

Imre: he’d want to study mc. Really doesn’t care if mc is pretty like this or not

Nia: thinks mc looked better before, too much Orla to stomach

Lorcan: might go into psychosis

Sally: well… at least both of my siblings are alive and finally getting along! Truly there are hidden blessings in the world

Percy: calls mc frankenstein, doctor Jekyll and mister Hyde, two-face, the list goes on

#equinox mc #body sharing #sam the nymph kindread #we wretched creatures

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huggybearsunshine · 2 years

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Mine

[Part 1] Dean lets Cas in when his vessel is badly injured.

“Cas, yes! I’m saying yes!” Dean’s voice rose frantically as he held the fading Angel in his arms.

“Dean, you don’t-“

“I do!” his eyes were practically shaking as they darted from his tattered body to the hollow looking gaze fixed upon him.

“Dean-“

“Please, Cas!” a tear dropped down his cheek and the Angel’s head nodded just barely before the white-blue light of Cas’ grace was all Dean could see.

He blinked rapidly until his vision cleared enough to take in the now lifeless form in his arms, panic setting in at the sight of him until he felt it… a wave of comfort so familiar he almost didn’t have to ask.

“…Cas?”

Yes, Dean. I’m here.

“But I’m in control…” he noticed, flexing his fingers out in front of him.

I have no desire to control you, I’m just here.

“And you’re okay?” the hunter asked with such sincerity that it took Cas aback.

Dean’s concern was overwhelming and the Angel found himself reaching out, though he didn’t know with what.

“What was that?” Dean shook the goosebumps from his skin.

You felt that?

“Yeah, felt like…” Dean’s eyes scanned, unable to put a word to it.

This?

“Yeah, what are you doing?”

I think my grace is…

“Cas,” Dean stiffened, his senses on fire.

I think my grace is interacting with your soul.

Cas’ words blurted quickly within the hunter’s mind.

Are you okay? I didn’t mean to-

“I’m fine, just…”

Just… what?

The Angel’s voice softened.

“Nothing…” he wiped the back of his neck to flatten the hairs standing on end there.

…Dean?

“Drop it, Cas,” the hunter’s other fist clenched at his side.

His tone was cutting and after a moment, the hunter could practically taste Cas’ hurt, embarrassment, and shame, and it tasted bitter. And familiar.

Then a flutter of heat. A sort of excited but terrifying hope spread through them before Cas could guard himself.

It hit Dean like a truck.

“You can see everything…” his face flushed, he imagined that was a group effort, “Everything I think and feel…”

So can you…

“God, what was I thinking!” Dean stood and began to pace until a sharp stab of guilt hit him, “No, Cas, I didn’t mean that… I’m… there are things…” the hunter ran a hand through his hair and Cas’ grace did that thing again causing a shiver to run down his spine, “Cas, please tell me there’s a way to stop that!”

I’m sorry, Dean… I could hide away in a safe space like that bar you had or the bunker when Lucifer was-

“You mean lock you up?” Dean cut him off, “No, out of the question…”

I’d understand-

“You don’t have to ‘cause it’s not happening,” there was a finality to the words as they left the hunter’s lips.

Okay…

“We’re not locking you up to save me from embarrassment,” Dean huffed.

But what could you be embarrassed of?

The immediate reaction slipped by even as Dean tried his best to stop it.

Just a strong feeling of yearning and a flash of blue eyes.

Dean, I…

“We need to figure out what to do about him,” Dean deflected, crouching next to a form that now looked far more Jimmy than Castiel.

It’s possible I could heal it over time… My grace is replenishing quickly since I…

Cas decided to be bold, reaching out again to feel the jolt and the flood of warmth that Dean’s soul provided but this time, it was like Dean was reaching back.

“Cas…” the hunter’s head lulled back.

And that only seemed to encourage the seraph currently sharing his psyche.

He weaved his grace even more with the very essence of the man he occupied, pulling a sigh from their body’s lungs.

“Cas, what are we doing?” Dean finally found his voice but it was weak.

I don’t know… Should I stop?

“I don’t know,” Dean grunted frustratedly, “This is a lot, man… and you’re still lying in front of us and bleeding on the floor!”

Of course… We should move my vessel to another room for safe keeping until it is healed.

“Okay,” Dean hesitated.

I can take over if you’d rather not-

“No,” the hunter shook his head before dropping down to lift him, “I’ve got you…”

He walked toward the hallway before Cas broke the silence.

Take it to the dungeon… out of the way…

He nodded but didn’t speak.

Something bothered you just now… Something I said.

“This is you…” Dean lowered the body into the cot in the corner, “You’re not an ‘it’.”

A strong affection flared through them, Cas supposed from both sides, and Dean cleared his throat.

“Now what?” his voice came out softer than intended.

You’re hungry…

“Hm?” Dean considered this, “Yeah, I am…”

You should eat.

“Easy enough…” Dean clapped his hands together on his way toward the kitchen, “What do we want?”

We?

“You’ll be eating too so I figured we should both have a say…” Dean rubbed the back of his neck, but Cas felt it as if he were the one receiving comfort.

A flash of skin on skin appeared in his mind, causing Dean to inhale sharply. It was a quick thought but unmistakable.

“Cas… What was that?“ Dean’s voice was low as the image of a door shutting in his mind left everything quiet and empty, “Cas.”

Nothing.

“Did you just shut yourself away?”

Still nothing.

“Cas!” he barked angrily before dropping his arms to his side, “Real mature, man!”

He turned to the refrigerator and flung it open.

“Your loss…” he grumbled, “I’m gonna eat something delicious…”

Hours passed that way, and Dean was propped up on his bed watching tv when the Angel decided to make himself known again.

It started with a warmth, almost too hot. Embarrassment, Dean realized, and the hunter unexpectedly found himself with a smirk that turned into a grin.

“There he is,” he quipped to cover, though he knew it was useless trying to hide anything in their current state.

Hello, Dean.

“Wondered if you were coming back,” Cas’ nervousness made Dean’s voice shake, at least that’s what he was choosing to believe.

I feel like I should explain-

“Yeah, I’d say you should,” Dean interrupted, “Where you been?”

I needed space. I was… worked up.

“Worked up?” Dean imagined Cas’ face with the blush he could feel on his own, “Like… worked up-worked up?”

As if picturing him opening up a floodgate, Dean’s imagination suddenly produced an image of the Angel performing a very private and personal act.

Dean…

“Don’t…” he looked horrified as it passed, clenching a fist tightly in his lap to ground himself.

He wanted nothing more than to run away, especially when his sharp tone flooded him with Cas’ feelings of hurt and dejection.

Of course…

Guilt was next. That, he would imagine, was coming from him and not the Angel.

“Cas, please…” his voice was weaker than he’d ever live down, and the wave of anxiety was almost overwhelming.

He ran a hand through his hair as fragments of thoughts invaded their mind.

I’m sorry, Dean. I didn’t mean to cause you distress.

Moments passed and then a pressure of something tugged at Dean in his prolonged silence.

A warmth ran through him again but this time more comforting and soft, and a sigh released itself from somewhere deep within.

I can’t hide from you without shutting myself away, Dean, and you’ve expressed a reluctance to do that. So my thoughts and feelings are bound to come through sometimes. I apologize that I can’t stop that… not without-

“Caging yourself.”

Hardly.

“Basically!“ the hunter shot back before taking a calming breath, “Cas… I don’t want you gone… okay? I just… need to get used to this.”

I understand…

Silence fell heavily as Dean picked up on the Angel’s uncertainty.

“You’re worried…” Dean remarked softly.

I trust you with anything, Dean, but you might not like what you see and that scares me…

“What would I see?” his voice was barely a whisper.

“Dean? Cas?” Sam’s voice carried down the hallway.

“Shit…” Dean’s pulse spiked.

“Dean?“ Sam tried again when he received no response.

“In here,” the older of the brothers called half-heartedly before he could worry the other.

Are you okay?

The small voice was almost low enough to be mistaken for a passing thought of his own, but Dean knew it was Cas.

“Yeah,” he sighed in response as Sam was rounding the doorway.

The younger of the two glanced around with a raised brow, “Yeah?“

“Sorry, talking to myself…” Dean brushed it off, “How’d the case go?”

“Basic salt and burn, but we’re beat so Mom’s gonna stay the night… We got burgers and milkshakes…” his brow furrowed, “Where’s Cas?”

“Sammy, something happened…” Dean’s fist unclenched and gripped again, “Um… Cas and I went to a bar to blow off some steam and I got pretty trashed…” the guilt and self-hatred began to creep up in spite of Dean’s attempt to tamp them down, “Thought I was on to a demon, turned out to be some ancient Demigod with a grudge. Important part is Cas was hurt. Bad. And it was my fault.”

A wave of comfort and reassurance flooded Dean, and he found himself touching his heart absentmindedly.

He cleared his throat and let the hand fall slack at his side.

“What did you do, Dean?” Sam’s voice was flat and dread-filled.

“I said yes…” he held Sam’s gaze as his eyes went from confusion to realization.

“Cas is-”

“Here,” a deeper voice spoke from Dean’s mouth.

“Shit,” Dean’s voice returned to normal again and he looked surprised, “That was new.”

Sorry… I shouldn’t have just… I’m sorry.

“S’okay, just warn a guy first,” Dean smirked to himself before looking back up to his brother again.

He froze under the shocked bemusement on the other man’s face and felt his expression drop.

“What?” he bristled defensively.

“You said yes to Cas…” Sam repeated dumbly, lacking any other response at that moment.

“Of course I did,” Dean steeled himself, and the conviction of his statement produced a fluttering feeling that he’s fairly certain came from Cas.

It was almost like getting butterflies, and the hunter found this far more fascinating than he should allow himself to.

“Yeah…” Sam took a deep breath, “Okay, so what’s the plan?”

“Cas needs to regain his strength and heal his vessel. So, in the meantime, we’re a package deal,” Dean replied, wincing at his own words but trying to play it off anyway, “I uh… maybe we could leave Mom in the dark on this one?”

Dean felt bad saying it, both for hiding things from his mother but also for treating Cas like something that needed to be hidden. Yet, he still didn’t think he could bring his voice to say the words to her.

It’s alright, Dean. I understand.

“It’s not,” he replied darkly.

“Can’t be talking to yourself or she’s gonna have questions,” Sam’s lips turned up at the side and Dean gave him a quick look.

You don’t have to speak out loud for me to hear you.

“Wait, really?” Dean’s head tilted.

Then silently, he thought to himself, I can just think the words…

And I’ll hear them, Cas responded within his mind.

A fuzziness that had been persisting within him since earlier that day intensified, and Dean was starting to think it was a feeling of his own making.

“Still with me?” Sam waved a hand in front of him.

“Huh? Sorry, yeah…” he stood and ran a hand down his torso to flatten his shirt.

It flared something within his chest and he smirked to himself.

It was becoming a little too enjoyable to find what set Cas off, a thought that received him a chiding look from the Angel within.

He’s not sure how he knew, but he could practically see the expression.

I wasn’t expecting you to have… that reaction.

“Yeah, me neither,” he let out on a manic laugh as they walked down the hall.

Sam turned to him with a strange look and he held out his arms in defense.

“Right- inside voices,” Dean nodded before they could round the corner.

“Hey, I was about to come looking for you,” she smiled softly, having set the table for four.

Dean’s eyes fell immediately onto the extra spot with a soft appreciation.

“Where’s Cas?” Mary looked over their shoulders in search.

“He had to go take care of something-“

“Cas is here,” Dean spoke before he could stop himself as Cas’ surprise overtook his mind, and again, found his hand hovering over his heart, “His, uh.. his vessel was compromised so he’s… he’s…”

He felt his conviction fizzle out all at once.

“…In there?” Mary filled in uncertainly.

He nodded and Sam just held his arms out in frustration at the sudden change in tactic.

“Okay,” she nodded, clearly thrown off but doing her best to keep her demeanor calm, “Tell him I’m glad he’s okay.”

Dean’s lip tugged upward on one side in fondness before his eyes rose again.

“He heard you.”

“Well, I don’t know about you guys but I’m starving,” Sam brushed by to take a seat at the table.

“So, tell me about this ghost,” Dean motioned for Mary and himself to take a seat.

“Your story sounds a lot more interesting,” she smirked as she sank onto one of the stools around the table across from Sam.

“Yeah, thinking I’ve had enough drama for the day…” Dean laughed, “Could use a little boring.”

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@spuffy-destiel @destieliscanon5nov

A/N: Sorry I’ve been away! Training for a new job, but here’s a little something new I was working on!

#dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #mary winchester #sam is a third wheel #castiel x dean #destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel fic #spn #supernatural #possession #body sharing #dean winchester loves castiel #castiel loves dean winchester

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randomkposts · 5 months

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“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.“ -Vincent Van Gogh

A FEH book iii based story.

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When Alphonse died, he asked you to look after Sharena. And you have kept this promise to the end. Veronica fell to lies, the summoner to betrayal. Hel is dead now, but at the cost of everyone. Of everything. The world is dying around you, withered with no decay. Decay is a form of life, and this world has no life or death left in it. Just the endlessly stretching eternity of nothing. The mask is hot on your face, and you dare not take it off, for fear of what you might breathe unfiltered.

The sky burns with the low red of fading fire. Your eyes have long grown adjusted to it, as you work in the near dark.

"This time..." Sharena starts, but doesn't finish.

You squeeze her fingers. You know what she means. This time things will be different. This time you will intervene where the past you had failed to act. Not complete control, but enough. At the very least, this time you will not be the last man standing.

She hugs you. Slowly you hug her back. Sharena is a gift. You would be in a worse place without her. Her optimism has kept you going in a world gone to hell.

"This time we can be friends sooner." You tell her. She's crying, but responds that she would like that.

It's not long before you are finished with the prep work. You hold each other close, masks off, your knife in her ribs, and hers in yours.

Together you fall.

You hold her as you both lay dying, while the ritual activates .

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It works. Or it works well enough to be called a success.

It's not as if you wanted full control. You are in the background of the mind of your past self, as he concerns himself over issues you have long since forgotten about. But you do have a truce, and sometimes have control to set up for the future.

You meet her sometimes. She looks at you oddly, but the friendship is still there. Your Sharena and her present self learn to cooperate. She has prep-work of her own to set. But it's nice to have her company again. You have missed her.

Together you manage to put off the bad future into the far off future. Until they are older and wiser and capable of handling it better. But you know that you are both just buying time.

She dies first, and something in you breaks a little at the news. You didn't want to be the last one standing. You broke your promise to Alphonse, to protect her to the end. And a world without Sharena feels like a world with the moon. Hope is still there in the stars, but something fundamental is gone.

It bleeds like a raw barely healed cut, and you try to avoid thinking about it. Your other self notices.

"You loved her."

"Yes."

"It was impossible, you know."

"It didn't matter. Sharena was a breath of fresh air in a stale hellscape. You don't know how much you need her until she's there, and remember life can be beautiful If you let it."

"I'll take your word on that."

"They are the main reason that life is worth staying alive for. Don't waste your moments away from them."

"Your reasons, maybe."

"The end will come no matter what you do. But when the time comes, do you want this to be your regret? "

Bruno decides to try to help them become friends. It doesn't go super well, given they both want his attention, but he's taking your advice, and that is satisfying.

In this world, Bruno is not the last man left standing. Alphonse and Veronica are crying, and Bruno is scared, but you are there with him. You don't fear death again.

"They will do better than we did." You tell him, as the blessing of silence washes over everything.

"You once said that life can be beautiful, if we let it."

"I did."

"I can see that now."

"I'm glad."

You look up at Veronica and Alfonse crying over you. You have every faith they can create a better future then the one you left behind.

You die at peace, and amongst friends.

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I wrote this a bit ago and thought I would clean it up and share. Bruno and Sharena (last survivors of their world), use a ritual that sends them back in time (or possibly to a diffrent world), where they work with themselves of the other reality to try to prevent their bad future.

(This new timeline leads to Lif and Thrasir)

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