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tangosyourtek · 1 month

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Tango: but I love you

SolidarityGaming: so, please let me go

+ an in-depth analysis to every choice made for this edit

(i’m not normal about ranchers)

I’ll start off with the caption, I made Tango say “but I love you” as a confession to Jimmy, and Jimmy responds with “so please let me go.” In the lyrics it’s actually “but I love you so” however, in their specific case Jimmy needs the ‘so’. He’s telling Tango that because he loves Jimmy he has to let him go.

Throughout double life they grew closer, they supported each other and let the other do things independently. Tango didn’t treat Jimmy like he needs to be locked in a cage to survive. He praises everything he does and lives in the moment with him. This supportive and positive behavior is something Jimmy hasn’t experienced in the life series. And that behavior made it easy to grow close with Tango & fall in love with him. But because of his curse, he knows in the end that he is going to doom him. He doesn’t want to hurt Tango so he goes with the easiest option, in his opinion, to steer Tango away. But this just ends up hurting them both.

The intro clip I originally wanted to use was one of Jimmy saying “but we’re not alone, anymore.” It was cut out-of-context (the context being joel & etho became yellow). But I felt it didn’t fit right (because it was ooc and not genuinely about their relationship) so I changed it to the one it is currently. I picked this clip specifically because it shows Tango praising Jimmy and calling him his partner. Because it shows Tango was Jimmy’s healthiest teammate.

Intro done and moving onto the edit, the first clip is from the very start of double life. When Tango runs off in the same direction as Jimmy and Tango’s eyes are on him. Despite not knowing who their soulmate is, they’re already tied by fate and are actively being pulled together. And this transitions us into the second clip where Tango is walking out towards Jimmy from the tree after their first death. I matched these scenes together because while Jimmy is walking away, Tango is following behind. He’s being pulled in, he’s being drawn towards him. “Where you go, I go” also comes to mind.

On top of all that, the scenes fit perfectly with the lyrics. It shows Jimmy from Tango’s pov while Tango says “but I-“ and on the ‘I’ it switches to Tango. “I love you” Emphasizing that it’s HIM, Tango, that loves Jimmy. And on the ‘you’ it switches to Tango’s pov of Jimmy from that same meeting on the tree.

The next two clips are of Tango and Jimmy both coming close to the camera while the lyric is a drawn out “so” panning across the two of them. Honestly, it has two meanings. The first is that it’s them trying to figure out where to go next. It’s a continuation of the previous lyric “i love you”, It’s Jimmy saying “you love me, so… what’s next?”. Meant to be like “are you going to do anything about it” (Ask me out, date me, etc).

The second meaning is Jimmy is saying “so” as in “so what?”. This is him attempting to steer Tango away. It’s his way of saying “so what if you love me? there’s nothing worth loving anyway.”

The next clip is of Jimmy sliding up to Tango with the lyrics “please”. It’s portraying Jimmy grabbing Tango’s arm and him to, what the next lyrics say, “let me go”.

And with these lyrics we have the rancher’s first death from both perspectives. It’s a flashback to that night. A reminder that Jimmy’s curse will only drag Tango down with him. And before it can, he wants Tango-no needs Tango to let him go.

And we’re finally onto the second half of the edit, instead of editing the events that lead up to them losing their yellow life, I decided to start with the morning after that death. To showcase that they were losing time to be together. Jimmy’s curse was pulsing in his veins, he could feel that something bad was going to happen.

This time It’s Jimmy on the lyrics “I” and Tango on “you”. He’s accepting that he loves Tango, and that he wants to accept Tango’s feelings. But he’s running out of time to do so, especially with all the chaos going on around the server.

Which is why the next clip is Tango catching up to Jimmy (after he escapes from being held captive by yellow names) and blows his horn, their matching horn, at him. Then it’s Tango on “so” & “please”. Telling Jimmy “you love me, so let’s do this. If I love you, and you love me, that’s all we really need. that’s all that I need.” The clip of Tango right before the enderman is actually the slowest clip of the whole edit. I made it this way because it was their last interaction before the final death happened. That was the last time Jimmy saw Tango alive.

And finally, “let me go” with their final death from that enderman. Jimmy is begging that enderman to “please let me go. don’t take this (what me and tango have) away from me”. They ran out of time. They didn’t get to do everything they wanted, didn’t get to say everything they needed to. The enderman ripped them apart (quite literally) when they were finally so close. They danced around and played rancher, they were close to making it official, making it real. Nothing but a fade to black as they lose consciousness, with “I love you”s from the other playing in their head.

There’s also a parallel between the deaths shown. In the first one, it shows tango panicking about the creeper that dropped and then cuts to jimmy dying alone and not knowing what was happening to his soulmate. And in the second half it’s jimmy’s shield breaking and he’s the one in trouble now, and Tango is alone panicking trying to keep them alive but failing, not knowing what happened to his soulmate.

And then “You’re still here? Its over. Go Home. Go.” just to spite fans. ;P

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readerinsertfanfiction · 2 months

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Fate

A surprise gift for @ikemenlibrary because the organiser of 'My Ikemen Valentine Gift Exchange' didn't include herself despite all of the hard work needed to put the event together. You really need to reward yourself a little more. My only regret in this is that I don't know Licht.

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character: Comte de Saint Germain

Warnings: mentions of death in euphemism

Masterlist

Follow the voice.

That was all the instructions you had received for your assignment. What it meant, you had no clue. How it worked, even less, but you went along with it when the door unlocked and the familiar dark hallways doomed up for you, taking you to wherever you were needed.

“If we meet again.”

A voice, one you didn’t know but felt a pang of familiarity with all the same, doomed up from the darkness. “If we meet again,” it echoed, like a desperate prayer, filled with sadness from the speaker that only knew regret and no religion.

“If we meet again, would you be willing…”

Heart aching you followed the voice, reaching out for the next door and pushed in, praying that you could help whatever regret and wish you would find behind.

Amber golden eyes met yours in surprise, tears streaming out of them ruining the handsome visage of a man brought onto his knees. It seemed he had been kneeling indeed, though there was no apparent religion that you could distinguish out of his form.

“You…” he speaks first and you straighten yourself, taking a deep breath before shutting the door, officially starting your assignment.

“Regret,” Comte, as the man calls himself, repeats after you. A sardonic smile sets on his lips along with clasped hands that stretch the skin out over his knuckles. “Yes, you can call it that,” he murmurs softly, but you can see that he doesn’t quite believe it.

It had taken very little convincing to explain your presence and job to him. Surprisingly so, but you supposed that Comte being a vampire and immortal had helped the matter. Something about being beyond human understanding as a shared trait helped in that. You could appreciate the ease in that, however, knowing that everything that would follow after was harder. Tempting fate was, after all, a world altering matter.

“First we need to figure out what chain started the path we want to change,” you started, finding that explaining alternate universes and paths was surprisingly easy as well to a pureblood vampire. “Usually we do this by working backwards in events, targeting big crosspoints before zooming in, but I can imagine that you rather not re-experience her death,” you mused, a bump in your heart at the thought of this unknown soulmate that Comte had.

It felt strange to feel envy for someone you didn’t know at all. Comte had been very sparse on the details of his lover and acclaimed soulmate, only revealing that he had been too hesitant in his own feelings and too late to realise the depth of his emotions. Your envy was made even stranger knowing the fate that befell the soulmate.

“No, let’s not do that,” Comte grimaces, hands still clenched together in a tight prayer. You can see how hard he tries to think of a solution, one that will change the fate of a human, a fragile existence even in alternate universes, without having to trial and error her death. “Do you believe in soulmates?” he asks you suddenly, and you wonder why it is relevant what you think and believe in.

It is a question you never really thought of. Not truly. And certainly not a question you expect on the first day of your job. You usually spend it trying to understand the assignment at hand, the client and their wishes. But now that you are and as you think back of the prayer you heard in the hallway, unfinished. The question in which you hope the answer will be one that will lead Comte back to happiness, for the weight of sadness in his voice and the weight of his regret laid heavy on your consciousness.

“Maybe?” you say, not having the heart to say no, not truly believing in ‘no’ either as you think of Comte and the depth of his love that had brought you here.

“A maybe is a no,” Comte chuckles, sounding so helplessly bitter at that moment before a resolution sets in his mind.

“I know a certain way to change her fate,” Comte says, his confidence faltering just a second before he steels himself with resolution, eyes hardening but avoiding yours.

His solution turns out to be a tremendous job. One that you aren’t quite sure will work, for fate worked in strange ways.

“Are you sure?” you repeat, hand once more on the door and his placed next to yours. “It is no small matter striking out the name of another in the book of fate,” you caution, a little nervous at the idea of altering fate at its very core, “the backlash will be great.”

Comte remains confident, however, his hand moving over yours on the door as he forces you to push. Those amber gold eyes never meet yours. They haven’t since he resolved himself.

“That is my burden to carry,” he tells you.

Comte never told you the name you had to strike from the book of fate, nor did he tell you the name that was tied to it. The simple sounding request and the near impossible assignment left a bad taste in your mouth, your gut telling you to cut the assignment short and leave. To deny this request.

“If you met her again,” you repeat the question that led you to Comte in the first place, the familiar hallway empty as ever, but quiet this time as the two of you search for the end, “would you be willing…”

“Yes,” Comte answers immediately, cutting off your question as his hand in yours clenched tightly, meaning the affirmative with every sense of his being, “yes, and a thousand times over,” he repeats, his voice at peace, but the sadness lingering forever as you arrive at your next destination.

“And do you believe in fate?” you ask when opening the door, revealing a room that blinds you before revealing all the names and souls bound together, a red string appearing around your pinky finger that pulls taut.

“Yes.” Is all Comte says, raising the red thread winding around his finger and towards his lips, pressing a first and last kiss to your shared fate before he snaps the thread and the world turns dark.

Follow the voice

It was all the detail you received walking down the dark hallways, wondering what your assignment was and what your last one had been, a lingering question comes to mind as you sound it out yourself;

“If we met again, would you be willing,” you sound, hoping for a yes, your legs moving as you remember the snap of fate and the amber gold eyes that had tried to spare you from a fate he thought worse than the snap of the thread.

“Yes, if we met again I’d be willing to be your soulmate again,” you call out, switching strategies as you beg the darkness for the voice to lead you to Comte again, but it remains quiet as you continue down the hallway that never ends.

“If we met, would you love me again?” you call out, asking the next question that comes to mind as you press against every door that you find, hoping to find one that will give and allow you in.

A thousand promises and countless alternate universes and you knew, you’d love the man with amber gold eyes over and over again, with his sad smiles and his bright ones, even as the world crumbled around you and the hallway endless.

“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes,” you call out in the darkness, desperation overtaking you as a prayer swells up and a voice whispers as time restarts along with fate;

“If we meet again, would you be willing to love me still?”

#my ikemen valentine gift exchange #ikevamp #ikevam #ikevamp comte #ikevam comte

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phanfictioncatalogue · 2 months

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Fics Written in 2020 (2) Masterlist

part one

a different side of me (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan's early 2010 struggle with his home life, his future, and how Phil fits into everything.

A whale of a time - (ao3) - lazyphannie

Summary: Dan's horny and Phil's still sleeping.

Advent Calendar 2020 (ao3) - Phantje

Summary: Dan is a single father to his son Mes. When Mes does not go to Dan's best friend Meggie's nursery, he tags along to Dan's photography studio. With Mes, the studio, and his film-review-blog, Dan is certainly busy, and yet finds time to be a little lonely - he is skilled like that. Dan's life seems to suddenly start spinning when he rescues a client from a malicious photo booth.

Phil is the co-founder of the IRL store, but wants to start working to meet new people and to fill his days. That has nothing to do whatsoever with him pining after the mysterious blogger, and he isn't even really all that lonely, actually.

Phil starts working at a nursery, makes a new friend, and gets more than he bargained for in falling in love with the photographer.

All Signs Point to Us (ao3) - RyRyCaptain

Summary: When the queen and king gives birth to Daniel, they soon learn that their son is deaf. In order to let Dan express his opinions to those who haven't learned sign language, they find him a translator who happens to be the son of the King’s advisor, Phil. Soon enough, Phil starts to realize thAt he fallen in love with the younger boy.

All We Seem to Do Is Talk About Sex (ao3) - truerequitedlove

Summary: In which Dan’s got a boyfriend and a tongue piercing, and Phil’s got a weed hookup and an anxiety disorder. In high school, they were labeled “bad influences on each other,” maybe that would never go away.

Arrangements (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: One night stands have worn out their welcome, but Dan isn't ready for a relationship. Thankfully, other arrangements can be made.

attachment (ao3) - dnovep

Summary: Harlow’s monkey experiments, love, & Phil wrapping Dan in blankets.

baby can't you see? (i'm calling) (ao3) - danfanciesphil (thejigsawtimess)

Summary: Two years after Dan's ill-advised stint up a mountain, and Phil's escape from a Royal psychopath, their dramatic flying off into the horizon hasn't had such a steady landing. Phil is consumed by his new venture in giving back to the world, but Dan is receiving none of this graciousness. Their living situation remains unstable, and they're barely in the same room long enough to hold hands.

It's all about to break apart, when the pandemic hits them where it hurts. Once again, Dan and Phil find themselves thrown into isolation with one another, back up where it all began. The memories of The Secret of the Alps are both fond and traumatic; being there again, trapped and in a bitter feud, is worryingly familiar. Can they make it out together a second time around? Or is this cycle doomed to repeat itself forever, until one of them calls it quits?

(TW) Break Me (ao3) - MySecretsX

Summary: In this world, you're marked with black. That's if you have a soulmate at least. Everyone is destined to cross paths with the one who is meant for them, at least once in their lives.

When you and your soulmate meet, you will touch, if only briefly, and the exact area of skin you touch with the other turns from black to white, with streaks of blue, purple, yellow, all marbled in with each other.

Daniel Howell is well-known in town. People cross the street if they're approaching him and newcomers to the neighbourhood are warned about his presence. Exactly like the Lester's were. But Phil Lester has other ideas, he saw the pain within the boy, how bad can he really be?

chaos in bloom (ao3) - vvelna

Summary: The adventures of Dan and Phyl, ghost removal experts.

closer than before (ao3) - graydar

Summary: Maybe he’ll just take this one chance. It might be fun, might be something to do, might be more than that. He’s fine with not knowing. All anyone is doing right now is not knowing. It’s the new trend.

Cold, Empty Mattresses and Falling Stars (ao3) - conshellation

Summary: 2009 au where phil and his family own a campground/cabins in an area that is known for stargazing and phil has lived his entire life there, therefore knowing a lot about stars. dan and his family come from the city to said campground because dan is a nerd and asked to come there for his birthday.

Covet (ao3) - americanphancakes

Summary: The only thing making Dan feel alive is his all-consuming crush on the new deacon.

Crossing the line (ao3) - dakogutin

Summary: After billionaire Phil Lester meets an unfortunate incident that ends him up in hospital with no memories, Dan Howell— a mistreated employee convinces Phil that he is Dan's working-class husband to get back at him with the many hardships he faced as an employee. What could go wrong?

Dead! (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil is a zombie living in the abandoned Luton airport, Dan is a human survivor. Bound together by the fear of what hides in the dark, they choose not to kill each other, and begin the long journey to Manchester and (hopefully) to new colonies

doppelt. (ao3) - schnaf

Summary: The big wheel in Manchester. The big wheel in another Manchester. Phil's disappearance. Finding Phil - twice. Dealing with Doppelgängers. That's not exactly what Dan expected from their first meeting. But in the end, being with Phil is all that matters.

for the first time in such a long time (I know I'll be okay) (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Three conversations in Phil’s bedroom in 2009.

grind to the rhythm (as we wine and dine) (ao3) - kishere

Summary: God, everyone was going to think him a harlot, Phil thought as they walked out of the maze in silence. Being left alone with an alpha he wasn’t mated to was cause for gossip.

Hot As Hell (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Dan and Phil take advantage of a few minutes of unexpected privacy while in a dry sauna. Phil can't resist his boyfriend on account of his well-established sweat kink.

I Will Be Loving You (ao3) - phantasticworks (steddieworks)

Summary: Dan and Phil spend their first Valentine's Day out of the closet.

it's a church of burnt romances (ao3) - phanetixs

Summary: Dan backs into the car and the driver asks where he’s heading. His head swims with thoughts of Phil, and of guilt and embarrassment at how he’s subconsciously treating his friend. Whose life centres around virtues like chastity. And non-objectification goes both ways. Dan takes a few deep breaths, pressing a palm to his insistent bulge to quell his arousal. As always, it doesn’t work.

Well, he resolves, if he can’t get Phil out of his head, he’s got to get someone else into it. Or onto him, preferably.

Or, a Fleabag AU.

Lonely in Conflict, Cast as a Convict (ao3) - andthenshesaid-write (ladyknight1512)

Summary: Dan is a vampire who can’t remember how it feels not to be lonely. Phil is a vampire hunter living in his brother’s shadow.

When they meet, they find acceptance in each other that they don’t find anywhere else, but there are secrets and other forces at play trying to keep them apart.

married at first sight (ao3) - nothingbutniall

Summary: Dan and Phil get matched together on the new season of Married At First Sight.

Midnight Garden (ao3) - silentdescant

Summary: In which Phil is a gardener at the palace and Dan is a reclusive prince.

Mirror Mirror (ao3) - dont-tell-them-i-write-phan (QueenJunoTheGreat)

Summary: Dan and Phil get invited to stay at a historical castle with Martyn and Cornelia. Contrariwise, Daniel and Philip aren’t invited anywhere, but not many people can say no to a highly trained thief and a dragon. But that’s totally unrelated

My Spirit Love (ao3) - MySecretsX

Summary: If you fall in love with a spirit who drains you both away, do you live together for twenty years, or stay alone each day?

Phil has lived in his house since he was born, but it was when he turned seven he met Dan for the first time. It's all childish games and the muse of a naïve brain until your fifteen-year-old son claims to have fallen in love with the boy you've never seen.

Is anything possible for love?

oh you got me shaking (ao3) - chickenfree

Summary: Usually if the models talk to him, it’s just – them asking questions, Phil joking about how he doesn’t really know what he’s doing, even as he directs them.

They don’t try to argue with him, usually.

One Thousand Midnights or More (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: A decade of love told in moments.

Our House (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: Enemy is a harsh word. Rival sounds so immature, like Dan’s the star of some teen drama on Netflix. Competition is close, but not quite there.

In simple terms, Dan has a distaste for Phil Lester. Otherwise known as AmazingPhil in their line of business, for some reason that’s beyond Dan. What makes him so amazing anyway?

There’s a reason the network wanted Daniel Howell and Phil Lester for this specific series, and Dan guesses there’s really only one way to find out that answer.

And they were co-hosts. Oh my god they were co-hosts.

pastry chef attempts to steal phil's heart (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: If anyone asks, Prince Philip's sneaky morning journeys down to the royal pastry kitchen are for nothing more than the perfect cup of coffee.

The Secluded Glade (ao3) - palomeheart

Summary: Phil Lester has always been acutely aware of the ways he and his daemon Adra are different from others. Namely that Adra is male, hasn’t settled yet, and they share second sight that causes them to have dreams that show them glimpses of the future. Now, as a consequence of one of his prophetic dreams, he’s forced to go on a rescue mission to find a group of children that have gone missing from his town. He may have signed up for more than he bargained for, however, when they find another man who’s been captured with some differences of his own.

The Wanting Comes In Waves (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: After moving to the tiny Welsh coastal village of Rhagfyr, Phil struggles to find a new way of living, what with his new school and the decision of his future still on the table. Dan is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma, but perhaps there’s beauty inside destruction.

they grew up so nicely, didn't they? (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Cornelia doesn’t just get a boyfriend when she starts dating Martyn, she gets a whole second family too. Kath and Nigel welcome her with open arms and she becomes a pseudo older sister to Phil.

She is there watching from the sidelines as a boy bolts right into Phil’s heart and sets up camp. She gets to watch as Dan and Phil build careers and an internet community and all the trials and tribulations, as well as the pride and happiness, it brings along.

When the Weather Breaks (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: Sitting across from Phil on that worn out velvet Starbucks sofa, sharing sickeningly sweet coffees and what they would like to think were hushed giggles, was the first time Dan felt a glimpse at what real love could feel like.

Perception checks, pining, and peppermint mochas.

with a bullet (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: phil returns to his room after a party thrown by his housemates only to discover that there’s already someone in his bed

#phanfictioncatalogue #phan #phanfic #phanfiction #masterlists #dan and phil #2020fics masterlist #2020fics

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wherethefireliliesgrow · 1 year

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(1) 1825 days: colorblind

Myoui Mina x reader

Part of the series: Palette

Five years. Precisely 1,826 days. That is the exact timeframe for a Wayward to discover their destined soulmate before the connection breaks off, leaving the Wayward hollow and withering into nothingness.

The human race has been divided into Waywards and Itinerants, although nobody knows why or when this phenomenon began. It is possible that Aphrodite herself is angered at how humans are ruining her imprint of love on the world, or perhaps the fates are taking revenge on the red strings of fate that we burned down due to infidelity after they spent lifetimes sewing and finding the right connection for us.

All we know is that certain individuals have numbers tattooed onto their right-hand wrist as soon as they turn 20, which change every day at midnight with a blistering, painful sensation on their skin. These are the unfortunate ones that we call Waywards. They have to locate their soulmates and establish their connection before the numbers on their wrists run out, or their soul will slowly die without the other half, like a flower without water, wilting slowly as pieces of their memories fall and fade, leaving them an empty shell of the person they once were. A five percent chance of other symptoms might appear, such as losing the sense of smell, or a sense that can single out their soulmate and make it easier for Waywards to locate them.

As cruel as the fates may seem, they did not leave the Waywards completely helpless. With a built-in magnet in their hearts, Waywards can sense where their soulmate is up to within a kilometer distance. However, it is earning the connection establishment decision of their soulmates that is challenging, or in other words, winning over their love.

The other half of the population, the ones who are sought by their Waywards, are called Itinerants. They are the lucky ones, not needing to endure the pain or sense of longing in their hearts as soon as they reach their twenties. Instead, a small, half-finished tattoo representing what means the most to their Wayward would appear on their wrists, slowly changing until the Wayward's five-year time frame ends. The Itinerants cannot sense their Waywards until coming into contact with them, skin-to-skin. As soon as skin contact is initiated, the second half of the Itinerants’ tattoos will automatically finish. Itinerants have no emotional ties to their Waywards, just a good first impression at most. The Itinerants can decide whether to accept the soulmate establishment, giving them the power to decide their fate, whether it is to live happily ever after with their Waywards or choose their own path in love by rejecting them, hence their name of the Itinerant.

1825 days.

You knew you were doomed the moment your skin started to blister at 11:59 p.m. on the day before your 20th birthday.

“Wayward,” your best friend since preschool, Ryujin, whispered in pity as she cradled your hand in hers, watching as the countdown tattoo slowly burned and appeared on your wrists.

“Yeah, I kinda expected this to happen,” you murmured, staring at the cloudy night sky from the rooftop of Ryujin’s house.

The color in your eyesight was beginning to fade, making the night sky look even grayer. It seems that you were also cursed with additional wayward attributes. Your two sisters were already blessed with the fate of being Itinerants, and the chances of it happening the third time in a family were nearly non-existent.

“Do you sense them?” Ryujin asked, wrapping her thin arm around your shoulders, hoping to provide some kind of comfort.

“Yeah, they’re not here,” you said.

Ryujin looked at you in shock. “What do you mean? Not in our town, or not in the same state?”

“Not in our country. They're back in our home country,” you replied.

It was not unheard of for soulmate connections to happen between people in different regions. However, the reason for the gods creating the connection was to ensure long-lasting love that covered the land instead of punishing innocent Waywards for humanity’s past sins.

To lighten the mood, Ryujin nudged your shoulder playfully. “So, does this mean you’ll finally go back with me to South Korea to see my Got7 oppas?”

“I thought you were gay,” you laughed.

“Can’t be sure. My Wayward hasn't found me yet. Might be an extremely hot oppa looking for me right now,” Ryujin said with a smile, touching the small pink teddy bear tattoo on her pale wrist.

You snorted. “I haven’t seen many oppas liking pink teddy bears, but to each their own.”

“Oh, shut up. I hope you end up with an old man,” Ryujin teased.

“I probably won’t get to find out,” you shrugged.

“What do you mean? You’re not going to look for them?” Ryujin squinted her eyes and pursed her lips in confusion, making her look like a brunette Mr. Bean.

“Yeah, I don’t like the idea of having to convince someone to love me back just because the tattoos on our wrists say so. It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves. I don’t want to give them that power to decide whether I am worth loving,” you ranted, standing up and pacing in front of Ryujin.

“Also, I feel that it’s unfair for the Itinerants. You guys don’t feel anything, and all of a sudden, a random person shows up and pressures you into confirming the soulmate connection, or else they’ll fade away. This soulmate thing is not a blessing, just a damn curse that ruins both sides, killing off one side and letting the other wallow in guilt for the rest of their lives in the other,” you continued.

Ryujin smiled softly in amusement after hearing your rant. She loved you for your empathy for others, but she was done with your stupid heroism ideas. She just wanted you to think of yourself for once but had long given up on convincing you.

“Whatever. You don’t have to look for your soulmate. I just want you there for me when I audition,” Ryujin said, standing up and punching your arm.

“And soulmate or not, I think you are extremely worth loving. So if your soulmate rejects you, I’ll be kicking their ass for killing off my best friend.”

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star-shapedfruit · 9 months

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Alright lets talk about THAT scene

Honestly I'm still processing all of it and I don't even know if this is even gonna be coherent or more like

This is long. LETS GO

So it's still very much up in the air as to whether that was really Hiyori or not because of the whole illusion thing that Father has going on in this domain but I'm going to assume this is actually her. It just seems kinda weird for Adachitoka to pull that and then go 'Haha SIKE! Jk!' in the next update. Like, if you're gonna pull a scene like that- you gotta commit to the bit ya know?

So let's assume it's all real. Cord snapped. Kapow. She's dead. Now what? God I wish I fucking knew because Adachitoka LOVE to throw curve balls at us so no matter what we predict it'll probably be wrong 🙃

But I think this might have something to do with it.

Kofuku was the one to originally tie the plaques together (uh oh) but then Ookunushi was the one to place them back and bless them with happiness. So you've got a disaster god dooming them but a god of fortune blessing them. Those poor plaques are so confused lol. But either way, Yato and Hiyori are bonded for life and that's an already pretty strong bond they've got. They're two idiots in love and call it silly and cliché but perhaps it's that bond that will save them.

Hiyori is a special case. She's a half-Ayakashi with ties to both the Near Shore and the Far-Shore and we have no idea what happens to someone like that when they die. Do they lose their memories? Will she forget Yato, Yukine, and everyone else from the Far Shore? Will she forget her name? Again, a tricky one but since she treads the lines between the two worlds and her soulmate is a god, maybe not. It could be possible that she retains all those Far Shore memories and forgets a lot of the Near. She remembers her name but can't recall her parents or friends faces.

(That then brings up the huge elephant in the room of what other shinki will think of that and then start to ponder their own deaths leading to the GGS (the likes of Daikoku, Bishamon and Ebisu's shinki etc) but let's just put that to one side for a minute. I can only have one panic at a time)

I think one thing is for certain at this point though. Noragami won't exactly have a happy ending. Either Hiyori somehow lives and Yato is forced to cut her ties and she forgets everything or she dies and permanently joins the Far Shore, leaving her life, ambitions, friends and family behind. And yeah, neither of those are good. But it looks like they're the only options. Now shoot me for this but I seem to lean towards the latter. I really hate endings where someone forgets the entire journey they just went on and it ends up in a sort of 'it was all a dream' ending. They just make me angry lol. Person has this amazing story and adventure and it ends with a literal I forgor meme? Lame. It's more impactful if both parties suffer 😈 (Why I always get more emotional watching the S2 finale of Doctor Who than the S4 finale. I hate that Donna had to forget everything to save her. But that's a completely different kettle of fish).

I went on a tangent there oops. ANYWAY. If we go down the route that Hiyori is dead then it seems like only two things can happen; she'll become a shinki or she'll be deified. She can't be dead dead I refuse to believe that 😤 Not only because she's my favourite character but I really can't see Adachitoka killing her off for good.

Now call me a hopeless romantic (and my Yatori brain going ding ding ding) but the immediate answer that came to mind when I saw this passage at the end of the chapter is love. Perhaps it'll be Hiyori's love for Yato (and Yukine of course) that will be the Deus ex machina that will ensure that she can come back and that she comes back with her memories in tact, maybe even bypassing the GGS. With that, she may be the secret weapon to destroying Father (did Ebisu and Take even destroy the shrine? Honestly can't remember). Whether that means Yato will name her and the three of them will completely whoop his ass or something else entirely, but I think that post-death Hiyori will be the final piece needed to end Trash Dad and the crisis on earth.

Horrific as it is, It would be fitting for her character to make that sacrifice. She's always been brave and selfless and if she knew that in order to save everyone she loves on earth and the rest of the population by fighting by Yato's side, even if that meant that she had to die, she'd do it.

Yes this isn't the perfect ending but there is no perfect ending. Hiyori has been doomed ever since she jumped in front of that bus.

#noragami #noragami spoilers #fucking hell that was longer than I expected #TLDR some power of love bullshit (affectionate) might save Hiyori in death and enable her to join forces with Yato to save the day #idk man my head still hurts and I don't know how everything is gonna be resolved in a satisfying way #I just really don't want it to end with her losing all her memories and this is the only other way it could go #anyway- *downs a bottle of vodka*

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 580, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character

WORDS: 1122

“Hey Elizabeth!” I greeted my daughter as she came bounding out of her ballet class, a face splitting smile on her face. “How was class?”

“It was great!” she bubbled excitedly as she stopped in front of me, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“Hey Elizabeth, don’t forget to bring your knitting stuff next week!” called out a brown girl leaving the studio with a tall, slim man wearing a head wrap and an impressive beard.

“Okay, will do Aditi!” she laughed, walking next to me and leaning into me when I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I’m going to show her how to knit a beanie next week!”

“Oh, fun!” I smiled as we both got into Peter’s Doom Buggy 3.0, which was neatly parked in between a blue Lovebug and a yellow Smart Car. “My love, I’ve intercepted Agent Elizabeth- and now, let’s boogie.”

“Only if you’re quiet sweetheart,” Peter hissed as he pulled out and got onto the road. “The babies and Katie are fast asleep!”

“Sorry my love,” I meeped apologetically as he quickly got onto the freeway and began to drive back to our home. “How long did it take them to conk out?”

“Ten, fifteen minutes maybe?” he whispered, merging with the light flow of traffic expertly, our pinkies interlinked as he drove the family back home again. “Isabelle texted me and told me that she was having an early night tonight. She has something that she’s doing up at the community college first thing tomorrow morning, so I told her to get as much sleep as she needs.”

“Ah,” I breathed out. “Well, Elizabeth had a good time tonight. I think she’s starting up a knitting club in her class and teaching them how to knit beanies.”

A soft bark of laughter flew out past his handsomely shaped lips as he exited the freeway and got onto the street that led up to our house.

It was now March, and the family had mostly healed from the unexpected death of one Samantha Heart. Baby Noah had since carved a perfect place for him in our mismatched family tree- he and the other older babies enjoyed puttering around the house, getting into playful mischief by way of hiding balled up socks in shoes, unplugging consols and giving out surprise huggies.

In the meantime, Baby Eve took her first steps, with her older brother and cousin on either sides of her, the three babies grinning happily as they toddled all aver the main floor of the house, and pretty soon, the little lady was beginning to speed about while cackling loudly. Mittens trotted not far behind, not wanting to leave her furless kittens alone without her around to supervise their every which activities.

“Okay sweetheart, we’re home now,” Peter alerted me as he pulled into the garage, killing the engine before shutting the door and getting out. “Can you help me bring the kids up?”

I smiled, getting out of the passenger seat and opening the back door, where I unbuckled Baby Mattie before heading up the stairs into the house.

With Peter and I both working together, we quickly unloaded the car and brought the kids to their beds, where we quickly tucked them in before retiring to our bedroom for the night.

I moaned as Peter removed my clothes before giving me a gentle birdbath with a damp washcloth, whispering sweet words of love and brushing innocent kisses to my bare befreckled skin.

“I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS I couldn’t help the sleepy giggles that bubbled out of me as he doted over me.

Can I warm my teddy cock tonight?

He nodded his head, chuckling as I wriggled around, flip flopping as he disappeared into the bathroom to change into his nightclothes.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK…” he snarled, baring his teeth as I sank down onto him with a sleepy mewl before curling up close to his chest. I folded my fingers into the thick weft of gray hairs that covered his chest, feeling anxious for some reason.

“My love?” I murmured, suddenly unable to sleep. “I can’t sleep.”

“What do you want to talk about?” he asked me, rolling onto his beack and folding his hands under his head as I began to move over his naked cock.

“I don’t think Elizabeth is happy about needing to get braces tomorrow,” I confessed as I lazily moved along his thick meat. “But I think our talk about it at lunchtime convinced her to go through with it.”

“What did you tell her?” he asked me, bending his knees up to offer me something to lean back onto.

“I told her that if she doesn’t get braces, then her teeth will become black and holey and gross and make her feel even more insecure about herself than she already is,” I told him with a hum as I felt him loose his load inside me, me following close behind. “My love, do you have any more swimmers after your vasectomy surgery?”

“I have some,” he confessed, welcoming me in for a tender embrace. “You’ll have to take a morning after pill tomorrow when we wake up, but Peter Jr. is officially out of commission.”

Okay daddy.

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chirp-featherfowl · 1 year

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... ykw sure <- never read homestuck. give me a classpect for martyn. maybe it'll help us settle on his winner symbolism

it has been a long and grueling three days of trying to find a classpect for martyn inthelittlewood. every time i think i've got it, another option pops up. maybe he's a knight? maybe he's a maid? maybe he's a muse? who knows! he called himself a wanderer, so he's gotta be breath. he meets gods in the void--obviously, he's a maid of void. he succumbed to the watchers and betrayed scott: so his aspect is light! he broke the cycle: his aspect is doom. he won. his aspect is time.

so: here are some classpects based off the different symbols that the fandom has given martyn. be warned! really long post ahead!

THE VOID: he's a maid of void! obviously! maids struggle with a strong force of their aspect weighing on them (jane with crockercorp, aradia literally being dead, porrim with-- ohhhh no this does not reflect well on andrew hussie), and who has a stronger force of void weighing on them than martyn? these gods, who speak in riddles, contact him through the void, and purposefully are obscure as all hell RIDICULE him, and he needs to learn how to fight back.

MARS: okay, well, i feel like we should all come to the consensus that martyn is a bard of blood, right? it's only fitting he shares the same aspect as grian (SEND ME ASKS ABOUT GRIAN) considering the way he won. bards usually start out with a lack of aspect, and they're fine with that until SOMETHING (like a video of some clowns, dave, and there's another bard in homestuck but i don't like to think about him for long periods of time) sets off a path of destruction in them (this could have just been a gamzee thing though. i could be wrong and that could have been gamzee being gamzee). in this case, martyn has never been the one in charge--even rejected by his soulmate, he defaults to her. ren was charismatic, and scott kept alliances open while martyn was being hunted down by literally all of ties. this changes until the last episode, where martyn wants to win. he joins TIES, stays alive 'till the very end, and wins with a betrayal at the very last moment, destroying any bond they might have hand. (this is not even touching on how he ghosts breath.)

THE OCEAN: ALTERNATIVELY... martyn is a textbook prince of breath. he ghosts blood: he's loyal even to the risk of his own death, even when it's to his own detriment--i. e. the red alliance not inviting him for fear of his betrayal, knowing that martyn would kill them all for scott. in ghosting blood, he destroys any indifference, any easy way out, and any independence he might have had (examples of princes ghosting their inverse can be seen in dirk, being cool and calculating, eridan, in uhh. uhh. KILLING HALF THE TROLLS IN A VICIOUS RAGE. SPOILERS I GUESS. BUT HE DID THAT. and i seriously could not give less of a shit about kurloz). eventually, when there's just three of them left, martyn kills the alliance. he breaks their agreement. he even kills scott first. and when everything is done? that's it. he's alone.

A METEOR: this MIGHT be controversial, but i'm under the firm belief that martyn is a muse of l--

sorry. we're skipping meteor. martyn doesn't deserve to have a masterclass unleashed upon him (also this one's going to take me over a day to figure out and i want to finish this ask QUICK)

??? NOTHING I GUESS: martyn is a maid of time. oh wow! canon classpect! we did it, boys! okay, here we go:

limited life was built on the previous seasons. every action didn't have the same weight to it when taken from the context of the series as a whole. joel tried to save jimmy from the canary curse and failed. skizz tried to rectify the four hours of time he lost and failed. etho tried to forget bdubs and failed. grian left his alliance again. impulse kills bdubs, grian kills scar. martyn watches that happen. they plan on ending it like third life, doing another cycle, and martyn's not about to fit into another cycle. scott or impulse could have another ending--one about trust and forgiveness or avenging your alliance or surviving, but martyn doesn't want a story, and he doesn't want a satisfying ending, and he doesn't care about the past. he wants to win.

so he wins.

#lifesmp #limited life #martyn inthelittlewood #lifestuck #i guess that's my tag now #homestuck #classpect #god i thought i was alllll for maid of time but then i endeared myself to prince of breath... jeez #I'M NOT CONVINCED ON MAID OF TIME OR. BARD OF BLOOD. OR MAID OF VOID. OR HONESTLY PRINCE OF BREATH #OR ANY OF THEM. OR EVEN MUSE OF LIGHT #ESPECIALLY MUSE OF LIGHT.#MARTYN... BE NORMAL!!!!! BE NORMAL!!!!!!! BE NORMAL!!!!!!

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Lost Things—Javey Soulmate AU

“They’re not mine.” Jack held out the pair of shoes with their perfect laces, their recently-polished glow. “How in the world did you get under my bed?” He said to the shoes, raising an eyebrow in confusion. He’d heard from somewhere that eventually his soulmate’s lost items would appear in his possesion, but he hadn’t expected it to happen so soon!

”Not mine, either.” Katherine leaned over his shoulder. Even through their recent breakup, he and Katherine had remained good friends. “Obviously. I wouldn’t lose two shoes at once. You’d have to be pretty dumb to do that. Is there anything else you’ve found, Jack?”

”A few things. A hat, a tie, some buttons from a shirt, half a pack of gum, a pen, and…” he struggled to think of the last item, “Oh! An old journal. Leather-bound, beat-up, faded. Couldn’t read any of it.”

”Any suspicions?” She laughed. “Any of your stuff gone missing?”

“Not that I know of.” He smiled, blinking sleep from his still-tired eyes. “Doesn’t matter anyway. You heading to work?”

”Yep. Have a good day!” She pulled on a sweater before walking swiftly out of the boarding house. “Remember; you said you’d help Medda set up for the show today!” She called over her shoulder.

Of course! It was a good thing Katherine had a fairly good memory, otherwise he’d have been doomed from the start. Jack pulled his paper bag on, slapped on his hat, and started out the door.

“Jack! Can you come here a second?” He heard a familiar voice say.

“Fine, fine.” Jack called back. “Coming, Davey!”

In the main room of the Boarding House stood Jack’s closest friend, Davey, clad in a blue checkered button down, a vest, and a pair of wrinkled tweed pants. His hat sat sort of sideways on his dark curls, his face contorted in annoyance.

“You seen my shoes?” Davey asked quickly. “I can’t find them anywhere.”

A moment of realization came over Jack. Those shoes had looked sort of familiar…No, no. That couldn’t be it, right?

“Uhm…yeah. I think so, anyway.”

“Do…you have them?”

”I…I found them.”

He lead Davey upstairs to his corner of the bedroom, and pulled out the cardboard box labeled ‘Soulmate stuff’ from under the bed. Davey glanced over everything in the box before moving to meet Jack’s eyes.

“Jack. This is all mine.” He said, his entire face going red. “You’re my…my…”

”Soulmate?” Jack snorted. “Clearly.”

Davey nodded slowly. “I get it if you just wanna ignore that, though. I know you’re not…into guys.”

Jack chuckled. “Just because I was with Katherine I’m ‘not into guys’, really?” He took a step closer to Davey, who backed against the wall. “I’ll be honest, Davey, I’m VERY into you.”

”Really?” Davey looked geniunely surprised. “Jack, I—“

”Shut up~” Jack teased. Then, without really knowing what he was doing, he grabbed onto Davey’s shirt with both hands and leaned close, pressing his lips to the taller male’s. Davey’s eyes widened, but as his initial surprise wore off, he started to kiss back, his warmth completely engrossing Jack.

It was really a beautiful moment. Two soulmates, newly united…sort of.

Jack pulled away, but kept his body close to Davey’s. “That was…nice.”

”More than just nice.” Davey pressed a kiss to Jack’s forehead. “Perfect.”

”I guess you want your stuff back, then?” Jack started pulling things out of the box.

“Mhm. Yours too?” Davey turned toward the door.

“Mine? I’ve lost things?”

”Only three. You’re surprisingly organized.” Davey returned quickly with three items in hand—a pair of socks, a dime, and a red handkerchief.

Davey dangled the handkerchief over Jack’s head. “I’ll be honest, I knew it was you as soon as I found this two days ago. I didn’t want to tell you, but,” he shrugged. “Here we are.”

”You really ARE an idiot, Davey.” Jack interwined his hand with Davey’s. “A cute idiot, but still pretty dumb.”

”Yeah, love you too, Jack.”

#my au #my writing #newsies #jack kelly #davey jacobs #david jacobs #au #livesies #headcanon #oneshot #javey #javid #soulmate au #soulmates

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Julie and the Phantoms fics

dreams are sweet (until they’re not)

There’s a kind of hidden desperation in each of their encounters, like this might be the last time they see each other. The chance of discovery, the reality that every day that passes means Julie’s one day older, the knowledge that this relationship can’t even exist outside of this building—it creeps into the back of their minds, bleeds over into their conversations, spills into their kisses and loving touches.

This can’t last, so we have to make the most of what we have, they tell each other. Because getting a small slice of happiness with each other is worth the inevitable pain.

or, Luke works at the HGC and starts a secret relationship with Julie, with all the danger that entails

share your dreams with me

Band practice is forgotten for a moment as Luke takes in the scene. His friends, all together for a purpose they all believe in. For a sound, for lyrics, for music they all create together. * * just some fluff about how much Luke loves his friends and his dream

one moment is all it takes

Julie smiles again, love for her mom and for this ghost with her overwhelming the grief for a moment. “And she sent me you, the best part of my life. I don’t know where I’d be without you, Luke.”

The couple grins in unison, as they do so often. Julie allows herself a moment to look away from the road to stare at her musical soulmate.

But one moment is all it takes.

time after time

Julie’s mind whirls. “An earlier point in time, you mean?” she says, disbelief evident in her voice.

Agent Taylor clarifies. “What he means is, Mr. Wilson invented a time machine, and chose not to tell the government about it until it was stolen by terrorists.”

or, the timeless au no one asked for but i wanted to write

let go of the world you know

he can feel them slipping his life from before they’re still there but just barely like one strong wind could blow them away into the dust, forever

or, Caleb takes Luke's memories, and it's not pleasant

i’m hold onto pieces of us that i just can’t let go

Reggie hasn’t stopped crying for seven days straight. Or at least, it feels like it. Alex was crying for what felt like an hour and it had been twenty five years, so Reggie's not sure on how time works for ghosts sometimes. All he knows is the bright ball of light that was Julie Molina has been snuffed out and it feels like the world has stopped and is holding its breath. .... And suddenly, a new thought occurs to him. Reggie bolts upright, hope exploding in his chest.

“What if she’s a ghost?”

can’t kill the fire i feel inside

“It's called the Pull.” The words that spell doom for Luke are some of the simplest ones he’s ever heard.

“The Pull?” he questions.

Willie nods. “It’s a weird thing that happens with some ghosts. An all-consuming need to be with someone, a deeper instinct than normal attraction or love. It doesn’t happen often, but always between two ghosts, and it’s part of their unfinished business."

alone together

through him (through them) she finds

music passion hope creativity life once more

friendship quickly blossoms into shared time, shared thoughts, shared

souls

learn to live with the unimaginable

Ray had thought he was done with it all. The tests, the scans, the anxious drives to and from the hospital, the endless waiting, the hopeless horror. But he was wrong. ~~~ Having a brother is all fun and games until

until your mom dies.

then, having a brother is a necessity.

let’s be crazy

Julie chalked up, getting ready to try her new dismount from the uneven bars when she looked over to see Luke jumping on the floor. She smiled slightly at his antics.

“What do they make this springy floor out of?” Luke asked.

“Springs,” Julie deadpanned.

or, i started watching make it or break it and made it Juke

if it’s only a game you lost me

“You’re different,” Willie concludes.

“Different, bad?”

“Bad for me.” Alex’s heart drops at that. “I didn’t want to think about you,” Willie continues. His face is earnest, and his tone isn’t harsh, just sincere. “I wanted to stay focused. And then I saw you…after you got shot. Fighting for your life.” His voice grows softer, drawing Alex’s eyes back to his face. And then it shutters closed again as Willie says, “But you’re right. I’m kevlar, you’re not.”

“You don’t have to be.”

i feel something around me now

Luke Patterson, the bastard of the barrel, limped his way into the chapel.

It was the last place someone like him should be, considering what he had done in the past to earn the nickname "Dirtyhands," but the Inferni chasing him left him with few options. He hoped Julie wouldn't run into any trouble, since the Inferni was only following him. Julie could take care of herself, but he couldn't stop the single thread of anxiety from snaking down his back at the thought of her being in danger.

i miss the days when

The door slams open and Luke shoots to his feet, an admonishment on the tip of his tongue. It dies the second he sees Rose burst through the door, a wild and panicked look in her eyes. “Luke, come with me.” She runs to him, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the exit.

“Rose, what?” Luke tries to pull away, but damn this woman is strong. “I have a show–”

“They’re hurt,” she throws over her shoulder, still yanking him out of the building. “Mi hermana found your boys, and it’s not good.”

past the curses and cries

She jolts upright, looking around for the others. Alex and Reggie are sprawled a short distance away, and Luke is only two feet to her right.

But Luke’s wheezing in pain, and there’s a huge red stain on the suit jacket he stole for his disguise. Julie’s breath leaves her in a gasp as she hurries to him.

prompt fill set in an HP au because why not!

i’ll watch

the thing about being a wordsmith is you have so many (almost too many) words to express yourself

and yet they aren't enough

the irony is cruel on his tongue.

he watches her get older without him.

running with fire, i live like a liar

The man stops moving and says in a raspy voice, “Hey sweetheart.”

Julie’s so shocked it takes a moment to even realize that he’s talking to her. She blinks at him, but he just shoots her the same smirk he gave her when she first picked him out from the crowd. He keeps his voice low and says, “You shoulda told me our honeymoon was going to be this much fun.”

Julie stares at his blue-green eyes, now perfectly clear and full of mirth. He squeezes her hand once, then lets go and moves his legs under him so he can crouch beside her. “Let’s go slow, while they’re distracted,” he breathes in her ear. A shiver runs down her spine as she nods. Even though she doesn’t know this boy, they’re in this together now.

Full of Love, Full of Light

Julie keeps talking. “Reggie, I’m so glad you’re here with me, and I love you. Thank you for being a part of my family.”

Reggie’s definitely not crying now; those aren't tears welling in his eyes, nope, not at all. He sniffles and whispers, “Thanks Julie. I love you too.”

or, 3 times Reggie feels like a part of the Molina family

i stumble through the wreckage, rusted from the rain (there’s nothing left to salvage, no one left to blame)

It's been a very long time since Alex has kept a secret this big from the people he loves. One that can change everything. One that's so big, so monumental, life will never be the same once he shares it.

And he can say with certainty that he hasn't missed the anxiousness that comes with keeping a secret like this. The way his mind whirls in circles, coming up with every possible scenario of what could happen when he tells them. How his stomach rolls, and his insides turn to jelly at the thought of revealing it. How the fear keeps his fingers locked, and his breath short.

How much danger there is in telling the truth. ... “We’re getting out of here. Tonight. There’s a ghost who can free our souls from Caleb.”

nothing broken (just our minds)

The quiet of the studio is broken by saxophones playing a very familiar tune. The sound comes from everywhere, and yet nowhere, all at once. Luke jolts upright, guitar almost falling off of his lap. He clutches it tightly as the sax continues, a drumbeat adding to the sound now.

This can’t be possible. Caleb’s gone; they got rid of the stamps. Luke checks the inside of his wrist, panicked that somehow the purple seal will stain his skin. But there’s nothing there.

or, Caleb sends a song to torture the boys

in a world i can’t fix (with a hammer in my fist)

“Connection. That’s why you play, why your passion is music. You long for the special connection between performer and watcher, between singer and listener.”

Luke’s not sure how Caleb knew that. Maybe he had been paying attention during all those rant sessions Luke had in his office (before the jolts came, of course).

“I…” Luke can’t find any words, so Caleb fills the space with a wave of his hand. “We need people like that in the Hollywood Ghost Club, Lucas. But to have that connection, you need audience members. And that is exactly what we are here to do today.”

don’t tell me that it wasn’t black and white

“Well, I suppose a name would make things easier, Detective,” August continued, and Julie was glad he seemed to have missed her confusion. “A word -- a signifier to your senses. Something that means a smell, a feeling, a taste…” He trailed off, eyes flicking to her lips once again. Julie’s heart gave a traitorous jump.

In the distant future, Private Investigator Julie Molina finds herself with a case that leads to an annoying yet attractive agent helping her, and maybe....the hint of something more?

i can’t change the past but i can fight to change today

“It’s a song about a girl named Emily?” Julie says, and the woman’s eyes dart between the paper and Mitch. “I’m Emily,” she whispers. Julie nods solemnly and holds out the paper. “Then I think your son may have written this song for you.” Emily takes the song as Mitch puts his hands on her shoulders, leaning to read it as she unfolds it. Julie’s fully prepared to stand here and watch them read it, but then the boy behind her begins to sing.

Julie can hear Luke sing Unsaid Emily. It's... a lot

my mind is a home i’m trapped in

Alex loves being able to use his drums as an extension of himself. Sometimes he pretends his anxieties are laid out on each piece of the set. The thoughts of being dead? Clang, the symbols go. The hidden fear that his friends will turn on him for liking boys? Thump, his foot hits the pedal of the bass drum. He whacks the high and medium toms, pretending he’s beating back the questions of why and how and who and where. Those questions are different depending on the days, but he places them all onto the drums, letting himself get lost in the rhythms he creates. The anxiety backs down, the fear recedes, and he finds the enjoyment in keeping tempo for his friends.

It’s all going great, until they reach the bridge.

hold you in my arms and i won’t let go

Everyone else is broken, so Alex can’t be. Someone needs to step up, and he volunteers himself for the task.

He knows, of course, that if he said this in so many words, everyone would be quick to take the burden from him. His anxiety aside, he knows that doing things alone isn’t the Molina style. Or Julie and the Phantoms’ style either. A small part of him knows that if Julie could see him, she would give him a soft smile and remind him that they are a family, and families don’t shoulder these heavy burdens alone.

But Alex shoves imaginary Julie to the back of his mind. He has to do this, because he doesn’t know what will happen if he doesn’t.

wide awake in the middle of your nightmare

It happens so fast.

One minute, Luke’s watching Julie as she sings her heart out on stage. Completely mesmerized by her talent and her beauty.

Looking back later, Luke thinks that’s what the problem was. He’s always been too enamoured by Julie--too amazed by her to realize she wasn’t indestructible. She wasn’t permanent. She was fragile, even; more so than he was, because he was already dead. She never seemed breakable; the wrecking ball of talent was the one doing the destruction, breaking hearts with tragic songs and blowing minds with her incredible voice. He forgot that Julie, no matter how tough she seemed, still needed to be protected.

Accidents could still happen.

everything has got a price

But maybe the little that does is enough. Maybe, maybe, but maybe not--

Luke and Julie vanish into thin air, leaving the Orpheum Theater behind them.

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It’s not enough.

They reappear into the worst place in the club, the room Luke hates the most: Caleb’s office. Nothing good ever happens in this cursed area. Luke shakes off memories of Alex clutching his chest, breath coming in short gasps, and Reggie with tears in his eyes as Luke begs for another chance, just stop hurting them.

trade my joy for her protection

“Julie, we have to have this out.”

“No, Luke, we--”

He cuts her off. “Julie, yes we do. We need to talk about it.”

don’t say goodbye

Bobby has to keep him talking so he knows his friend is still there. If Luke falls unconscious again... “Where did you get the street dogs from?”

Luke whimpers as another spasm hits him, then answers, “Sam’N’Ellas. They were close by and they were cheap.”

If the situation were different, Bobby would laugh at Luke for convincing Alex and Reggie to eat from the sketchy couple selling hot dogs out of their car. The bandmates had walked by them two weeks ago when they got the call they could play their showcase at the Orpheum, and Alex had insisted they go check out the theater.

But there’s nothing funny about watching Luke writhe in pain on the ground. ... or, Bobby finds the boys after the hotdogs and has to watch what happens next

music is the only place i can go to speak to you

If Julie could put a relationship status for herself and music, it would be “it’s complicated.”

Julie’s mom and music were so intertwined in her life. Her mom was music.

But that’s the key word, isn’t it? Was.

or, Julie thinks about music and her mom

you are alive.

Julie’s fingers still as she says, “Your hair’s getting longer. We should trim it.”

Luke doesn’t think ghosts’ hair can grow, but it’s not a big deal, so he doesn’t bother asking Willie about it.

or, the boys come back to life slowly

Watch You Breathe In

The scream rips from Julie’s throat, terror coursing through her. Not Carlos, please don’t let him die. He’s only ten.

She watches as Caleb jerks his knife out of Carlos’ stomach, her brother crumpling up and falling to the ground.

Her feet are moving instantly, rushing towards the small form lying way too still for someone with so much energy.

Please let him be okay.

you were an angel in the shape of my mom

Those plants cannot die.

That wouldn't be fair to Mom, because she loved those plants almost as much as she loved music, or her family, or those little dancing Santas the stores would have at Christmastime (which Carlos also loved, because they always made him laugh, and his mom had the best laugh which made him laugh even harder).

Carlos wrestles with grief, and takes care of some plants

it is for family that he plays

But now, Reggie can tell his friends are split in the worst of ways, and he doesn’t know what he is supposed to do.

Taking Caleb’s offer was off the table when it was simply choosing between playing for him or playing with Julie. Reggie had everything he needed with his new band — with Julie (including a family of lifers that didn’t know about him yet but he enjoyed their company nonetheless).

Rejecting Caleb’s offer had been easy.

The circumstances, however, had changed.

reggie's pov of Nothing to Lose

it is for dreams that he drums

Alex’s arms kept moving as his mind whirled. Luke was fully under Caleb’s spell now, facing the crowd beside the magician. Alex tried to stop playing, but his hands didn’t belong to him anymore. They moved to Caleb’s rhythm, keeping the tempo for the rest of the band, backing Caleb’s vocals as he continued to sing. He had given up looking for Willie, and focused on trying to get out of the club. ... Alex couldn’t let himself focus on the loss of control for too long, because he didn’t have time to spiral now. Escape first, panic later.

alex's pov during Nothing to Lose

it is only for love that he sings

This isn’t how music works. This isn’t how it should work, anyway. But it’s happening, without his permission. .... Luke knows music. And this is a perversion of everything he’s ever desired.

it's basically just luke's pov of the end of Nothing to Lose i saw imène's post and spiraled

right this way

Julie, meanwhile, is once again struck by the similarities between Luke and Donny. “Flying Solo” had turned out amazing, and they had written so many songs together since then. She had opened her dream box and used some of her other lyrics and poems she had written in the year after her mom died to create new songs with Luke, changing them around, combining them, adding his ideas to her words. And Donny had done the exact same thing for Julia; taken her words and put them to music to touch people in a new way.

or, the band watches a movie for Julie's homework and get more than they bargained for.

The Last Night

Reggie comes late to band practice one day and the boys have a revelation

Based on some lines from "The Last Night" by Skillet

dying takes longer (the second time around)

What if the jolts had lasted a little longer before Julie could give her boys the magic hug? Takes place during 1x09, starting right after the Orpheum performance Alex, Luke and Reggie's pov

Written for JATP Appreciation Week Day 7: write something set in canon-verse (mine's a little canon-divergent, sorrynotsorry)

watching is worse (the second time around)

What if the jolts had lasted a little longer before Julie could give her boys the magic hug? Takes place during 1x09 after the Orpheum performance, Julie's pov

Written for JATP Appreciation Week Day 7: write something set in canon-verse (mine's a little canon divergent, sorrynotsorry)

Butterflies and Glitter

Julie takes a second to notice the boy's outfits after their magical hug

Written for JATP Appreciation Week Day 4: found family Also written using prompt 74 from this list by @niamaggie on tumblr: https://niamaggie.tumblr.com/post/633529458786238464/100-julie-and-the-phantoms

Road Work?

Julie enjoys (somewhat) teaching the boys about modern slang. But Flynn is the master, so when she yeets a paper, the boys are confused. Vine references abound.

Written for JATP Week Day 4: write a fic including pop culture/memes

Music is Gone

Julie's thoughts as she runs away from music class and talks with Flynn during ep 1, including the deleted scene

Written for day 1 of JATP week: favorite character

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The pain of being revered as a hero who saved the last of humanity, having people call you a savior for killing the worst devil the world had ever known... But none of them knew that the "devil" in question was your soulmate. The boy you shared all your dreams with. The boy you loved with all your heart. I spent every day at his side since as young as I can remember, and we spent years sleeping curled up together in the same bunk. The feeling of his hand in mine or his arms around me felt as natural as breathing.

The pain of losing him (again) was like having my heart ripped out of my chest, and I had to live with knowing people saw me as a hero for my part in his death. Never able to confess the truth of all he was to me. To them, he would only ever be a demon. But to me, before all of that, before the death and devastation he caused, he was my best friend. A third of my soul, who I devoted myself to and loved unconditionally. I always will, in any and every life I find myself reborn into. I'm incomplete without him.

The things he did were irredeemable and I'm the first to admit that. There's no redemption for him after this. There's no atoning for what he's done. But he wasn't a devil, he was a boy with the weight of the world on his shoulders. A stupid boy who did unspeakably evil things, but still a boy. I hate how things ended. I hate the fact I was powerless to change it. I regret not being able to do something, anything. Out of everyone I should have been the one who could have gotten through to him. But I couldn't.

Maybe we were doomed from the start, maybe this was always destined to happen. But it destroyed me. It's still tearing me apart from the inside. And I miss him so much. I miss the way things used to be. I miss the three of us together. I want to lay beside them both and forget about the world. I just want him to come home to us. - 🐚🌊⛅

📦

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #murder cw #death cw #memories issue #ableist language cw #prevabuse #mod party cat

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lyric starters 26

I saw a rainbow!

I saw a halo over yor head.

You were my angel.

I had to say goodbye.

I saw the future.

I wasn't ready for it to last.

I saw a photo, it made me laugh.

It made me sad.

I knew it was time to cry.

There won't ever be another like you.

You give me butterflies.

You're too easy to love.

My mama even likes you too.

You've been on my nerves.

I'm sick of you!

Don't you talk back to your mama!

Lately, I've been feeling so anxious.

I made this.

You can't explain this.

How do you do what you do?

Come on, speak your mind.

Quit asking how.

I need your love more than you know.

Let me off easy.

I'm not your type.

I adore your vibe.

You're planning my demise.

My soul is bruised.

I miss the way you say my name.

I lost my way and you're to blame.

Can't you just make it move faster?

You're kinda cute.

It's raining harder.

My shoes are now full of water.

I don't wanna leave but I have to go.

It feels like the start of a movie I've seen before.

Touch me like nobody else does.

I don't wanna ruin the moment.

It's over.

It's not real.

You don't exist!

I can't recall the last time I was kissed.

It feels like the end of a movie I've seen before.

Here I am!

I like playing dumb.

I was faded, in my own defense.

Drop a bomb on all the things we dreamed about.

Smash all the guitars!

We got to throw this year away like a bad luck charm.

I know I keep my feelings so tucked away.

Let's twist the knife again.

I'm just trying to keep it together.

I got this doom and gloom in my mind.

I've got love in my heart.

We'll drive until the engine just gives up.

I know I've made mistakes. I know, I know, but at least they were mine to make.

All of my wildest dreams, they just end up with you and me.

I ripped myself apart.

I'll be whatever you need me to be.

I cut myself down.

Make no plans and none can be broken.

Remember us just like this forever.

This can't last.

Do you laugh about me whenever I leave? Or do I just need more therapy?

Love is in the air.

I just gotta figure out a window to break out.

It was all a fake out.

I don't care.

My mood board is just pictures of you.

I'm not sad anymore.

I didn't take the love when I had a chance.

I sear I'm not sad anymore!

I can't do it all.

I know you mean well.

That's a bummer.

I love my life.

I guess I'm getting older.

I'm less pissed.

To the end of the world...

Hold me like a grudge.

The world is always spinning and I can't keep up.

Part-time soulmate, full-time problem.

I guess somehow we made it back.

I am a diamond on the inside, just add pressure.

I thought I knew better.

I thought it would get better.

I figured somehow, by now, I would have got it together.

Put your heart in it.

I'm like a storm on the horizon.

Sometimes these thoughts in my head speak so loud.

I wanna just let it out.

I try to act like I don't mind it.

I thought that keeping this inside would make it better.

I never thought that I would end up ruining it forever.

Every time I think I got everything put back together, I end up making more regrets.

Fighting myself, I always lose.

I didn't want you to think I'm worn out so easily.

I don't want you to promise you can change everything and make it better.

I can't run with this weight on my back!

I can't breathe!

I need to break free!

Maybe it's love.

Take my hand and don't let go!

Maybe you're the one.

My eyes have seen a million pretty things.

Home sweet home.

Sounded like footsteps on my stairs.

I'm still reaching even though I know you're not there.

Come back to me like you would if this was a movie.

Come back to me like you could if you just said sorry.

I know that we could work it out somehow.

If this was a movie, you'd be here by now.

I know people change and these things happen.

I remember how it was back then.

Nothing like this has ever happened to them.

Nothing's gonna change.

I've been waiting for you every day since you've been gone.

I just want it back the way it was before.

Should've picked my phone up every time you called me.

I never though it'd be so soon.

I never thought that I would lose you.

It's not that complicated.

When you love someone, you tell them that you do.

Don't waste a second or a breath.

You don't know when you're gonna lose them.

Now they're gone.

You didn't make that call.

It's all your fault.

It breaks my heart that I let you leave.

There ain't a thing I wouldn't do to get a moment back with you.

I should've let you know the truth.

What would you do if you were me?

It feels too soon to let you leave.

Sometimes you're the only one I feel like I can talk to.

It feels like my heart is torn in two.

It goes on and on and on.

I'm always trapped inside my fucking head.

Your past and mine are parallel lines.

Treat me like a lady.

All of the girls you loved before made you the one I've fallen for.

Every dead end street led you straight to me.

You're all I need.

I love you more.

No one's home.

Leave without saying goodbye.

It's everything that made me.

It's why you're so amazing.

Your mother brought you up loyal and kind.

There's good in goodbye.

I wanna teach you how forever feels.

When I was a kid, Pluto was still a planet.

I'm still kinda sad about it.

I'm still kinda mad about it.

I'm a little afraid.

Hate on me. You might as well hate the sun for shining just a little too much.

At the end of the day, you and me are both the same.

We just wanna be loved.

She loves me no matter what.

That really fucks me up.

There's so many killers out there.

You might as well do it today.

Love me.

I know you can.

Watch your smile, it's gonna fall right off.

It's gonna be awhile.

How do I learn how to lose you again?

They're gonna take your soul.

We got a lot to learn.

It's pulling me in.

I know the signs.

I see the pattern in front of my eyes.

I can't stop it when it starts.

I can feel it getting closer.

There's no way to escape it.

You'll never make it.

I don't have an answer when the questions don't make sense.

MOTTO

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scarletslippers · 2 years

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Now the other man that holds space for Nancy is Carson.

Carson knows her better than anyone, and it really shows in their last conversation. It’s a nice contrast to her conversation with Ace, because as soon as he gives her the opening, “If there’s anything else...you need to talk about”, she starts crying. Here’s the space for her to be vulnerable right now.

She’s been walking around with the knowledge that she can’t have the man she loves, fighting to keep him alive and she’s about to crack. So when her father, whom she trusts so much, gives her an opening, she’s going to take it. Because she can’t talk about it with the one person she really wants to.

There’s also a whole parallel here to Nancy choosing Ace in 2x12, compared to choosing him here and then realizing she can’t selfishly prioritize him and them over the whole town and going back on her choice. Given his reaction in 2x12, if he knew the choice she’s making, I think he would be proud. (Cut to Nancy asking more than once, how many people died in the tidal wave.)

Its so much. She’s been carrying this alone, for a month, trying to preserve this gorgeous future she got to see for everyone else, even if her own piece of it is gone. “In order to save the town I gave up control of my fate. And I lied to the man that I love to save his life. And now I have to spend the rest of mine paying this terrible price.”

Now Nancy’s still grieving. Grieving Ace, grieving her future, grieving the honesty and openness her and Ace share. Because even if she had chosen Ace, if they had survived the veil opening, she would have been wracked with guilt. And at some point Ace would have asked and she would have told him. So she made the right choice, and now it’s going to haunt her forever.

She’s not in a place to problem solve yet. And Carson meets her where she is, trying to provide comfort, but he’s also not entirely sure what’s going on. “I’d say there’s so much in life we can’t control, but there’s so much we can. And sometimes things aren’t as bad as they seem.”

Which is kind of a platitude, right? But he doesn’t have much to go on. And while Nancy’s remark is clear to the audience, it’s not super clear to Carson. He doesn’t know that this is an ongoing lie. That this is a forever lie.

Until Nancy compares it to Kate. Carson still doesn’t have the facts, but he understands the gravity. And the first thing he does is explain to Nancy that even knowing the ending - which in hindsight he does, and which, in the present, Nancy does with Ace - it was still worth it to fight. “I don’t regret trying. And I don’t regret loving her, even if it meant having to lose her.” It was still worth it to love her.

Now he probably could have been a little more explicit, but this is Nancy. And she’s being pretty darn vulnerable right now. So if he comes out swinging with a well-meant you and Ace are meant to be together, or just go talk to him, it’s probably not going to go well.

Not to mention that Carson, as a lawyer, knows he’s not in possession of the facts here, so making an argument right now isn’t in his best interests, or Nancy’s. He doesn’t really know what he should be persuading Nancy of. All he knows is how to meet her in her grief. Which he didn’t used to be able to do. But now he does.

Nancy is the one to bring it up. She’s grappling with the idea of soulmates, because that’s very much what this is, her and Ace. The writers are calling them star-crossed, and they are. But it begs the question, if you lose your soulmate, what then? Shouldn’t that be it?

But maybe it’s not? Because she has this real, personal, example of soulmates in Carson and Kate to look to, to follow. Now, maybe Carson uses the term soulmate in more of its colloquial sense, as a connection, rather than Ace/Nancy’s we’re literally fated (and now we’re doomed). But it’s simple and personal and lovely, and it’s the road map Nancy has for love.

So after Carson talks about how worth it it loving Kate was, how she was his soulmate, he has to bring up the elephant in the room. Jean. Because he’s not living life alone. He’s trying to find happiness again. Nancy doesn’t explicitly ask, but it’s implied.

So he sticks to to the question she’s really asking - what does this mean for me? What does a future look like if it’s empty of love? How do you face a future, knowing you’re going to live it alone?

And this is his answer: “I choose to believe it is possible to live a good life, even without a soulmate.” Which is really beautiful advice to give your daughter, when she’s telling you she might have to lose how you lost. To tell her that life can still be full and beautiful after loss and grief.

It’s devastating to hear as a viewer, because obviously I do not want to imagine Nancy being happy after Ace dies. But for Nancy as a character in this moment with her father? This is what she needs to hear.

And again it’s Nancy that brings it up. “Maybe we get more than one?”

Is she already looking ahead for a replacement? No, obviously not. But for the girl who has been “alone her whole life”, who has been left time and time again by people dying, often because of her, she’s terrified. She’s terrified to live a life alone without Ace, dooming him to death because she loves him, and being forced to live with that crippling grief and guilt the rest of her life.

She’s not looking for a Plan B. She’s looking for a spark of hope.

And Carson gives to her. Nancy asks “Maybe we get more than one?” and Carson says “Yeah, maybe we get more than one.” It’s a quiet reassurance passed between them. It feels very much like Nancy reassuring Bess in 3x07 that “goodbye doesn’t mean you’re going to be alone.”

And when he says it, Nancy crumbles. She’s devastated at the prospect of it. At the idea that she will lose Ace, will be forced to face the world without him, and will have to look for happiness all over again. She’s afraid. And she’s looking for something. Some kind of reassurance that her life could still be good. That it could still be happy.

But Carson ends on the call to action. He’s assuaged her fears a bit, and now he’s reminding her of who she is — Yes, Nancy, if things fall apart, your life could still be happy. But you still need to fight. You are still in control and it’s not like you to roll over and just let things happen.

It’s a call to arms, to action, that reminder that “you control your own fate. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

And she’s going to do just that. The whole ending scene in the cemetery was my girl. Blue roadster, black beanie, flashlight. She’s been knocked down, but not out. She’s going to remind herself of who she is.

And it’s going to give her strength to fight for the man she loves. To fight for his life, and to fight for their future.

See Part 1 for how Ace will fight.

Thanks @flythesail for her contributions to the soulmate thoughts.

#my idiots in love are going to fight so hard #nace #nancy and ace #nancy drew cw #nancy drew spoilers #it's endgame baby #meta #my meta #i need a meta tag #my writing

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I’ve been doing some thinking about Darklina/Alarkling and why I ship it even though everyone dismisses it as some vapid fangirl bad-boy thing.

I’ve come to the conclusion that the reason so many of us like the ship isn’t because we’re “abuse-apologists”, but because of the inherent tragedy of the fact that Alina and Aleksander technically were soulmates and complimentary halves to each other, but by the time they finally crossed paths with each other it was too late. They were basically doomed from the start.

The Darkling had spent millenia walking the earth, living through and witnessing many things that shaped his ideals and beliefs. We can see in the short bonus story included at the end of Ruin and Rising that the Darkling was once a very human boy who tried to see good in other people and sought human connection and friendship, far from the ruthless villain in the books. But something consumed and buried that boy. Ironically, I believe that the Darkling’s immortality is what destroyed his humanity.

The human mind isn’t really built for thousands of years of life and isolation, and his solitary immortal life gradually wore down his humanity, empathy and ability to connect with other people. It’s like how the rolling ocean tides gradually and inevitably erode and wear away rocks. No matter how good of a person you are, I think that living through an unending passage of time would eventually wear down your ability to connect with the world and the people around you. That’s why in the short story from his POV as a child he thinks about how other people are basically dust—the connections he makes with them are futile because their lifespans start and end in a blink-of-an-eye of his immortal lifespan.

So if he’s removed from virtually every other living being on the planet, what does he have left? Power. So he dedicates himself to it for thousands of years because it’s the only thing he has, the only thing he can rely on. That pursuit of power ended up consuming him, his immortality eroded his empathy, which then all combined with his desire to make a world where Grisha could live freely unlike the world he lived in as a child. The sum of all these things is what made him into the complex villain that he was.

Then Alina comes along, a shining beacon of light, and the only other person who could understand him, the only other person in the world who is just like him. There’s a reason the series beats us over the head with “like calls to like.” Despite being fully entrenched in his own corruption and lust for power, there’s a deeply-buried part of him that genuinely yearns for her and that connection that he’s been searching for his entire life. People say he only loved her power and not her, but truthfully I think it’s a bit more complex than that. He genuinely believes that this person is destined to exist alongside him, and she is the only person who won’t turn to dust on him. After thousands of years you would be excited to finally meet someone like you too.

Underneath all that corruption and power he’s just a pathetic, isolated boy, and that’s one of the reasons he lost his sh/it and panicked when his mother died. His mother’s death leaves him significantly more frantic and unstable, because he’s now one step closer to being completely and utterly alone. He has a meltdown and lashes out when Alina loses her powers because it feels like he’s lost her too, that she’s going to turn into dust and slip through his fingers like everyone else. It sinks in that now he is completely and utterly alone in the world.

The tragedy really sinks in with Alina’s knife in his chest. He begs her to stay with him in his final moments (“don’t let me be alone”), and entrusts her with his very human dying wishes. No grave to be desecrated and to hear her say his name. Once all of that power and ambition crumbles away, all that’s left is Aleksander.

In that moment the thousands of years of his immortal lifespan are meaningless—he is fading and dying like every other man on the battlefield. Aleksander, the human boy who felt love and hurt and loss could only return when the Darkling died. His death affects Alina too, despite everything she can’t hate him because on a fundamental level she saw herself in him too, she understands and mourns Aleksander.

The true tragedy is that had they crossed paths thousands of years earlier, before the Black Heretic created the shadow fold, before Aleksander became the Darkling—I believe that they truly may have had a chance at happiness with each other. What could have been if that little girl who he tried to befriend when he was a child in the bonus short story had been Alina instead? If Alina had found Aleksander and not the Darkling?

It’s the tragedy of finding your soulmate but too late. He tells her at one point in the story “you could make me a better man” and what stings is that at one point that may have been true. There’s a cruel irony to finding someone who could have been your salvation and light, but only when you were too far gone to be saved.

#darklina #alarkling #meta #shadow and bone spoilers #ruin and rising spoilers #the grisha trilogy spoilers #sorry I’m rambling

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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If you are doing them the soulmate fic starter 3 or 9 for rexwalker? I love all your star wars stuff so much

soulmate au prompts

3. the one where you and your soulmate have matching marks on your bodies. 9. the one where your soulmate’s last words to you are written on your body.

Featuring marginally-less-terrible Jango with more excuses than usual.

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The Kaminoans hate soul marks.

Rex knows this from the day he knows to ask. The Nulls and Alphas don’t have any soul marks, just scars where there was once a promise. The eldest clones have records, at least, where the scientists had taken photos before beginning th surgeries, but the marks themselves are long gone.

Prime had found out about the removals and thrown a fit, raging so intensely that Nala Se had ended up intubated from the damage he’d dealt, and she hadn’t been the only one. Rex isn’t old enough to remember that, but Cody is, and he whispers the story in the dead of night more than once. Nobody likes Prime very much, except Boba, but that’s one of the few instances they can point to and say ‘he cares more than he likes to admit.’

It’s anathema on Mandalore, one brother claims, a light in his eyes that Rex hasn’t ever seen before. That’s what I heard him telling one of the aruetti trainers.

So is refusing your children so much as a name, another grouses, and the conversation dies an ugly little death. So is letting your children die just because you don’t think they’re good enough. So is turning your back from even letting them be part of your house, let alone part of your clan. Sounds like he cares more about our soul marks than he does for our lives.

Rex doesn’t know how to address that. He does get a personal visit from Prime, one day, gets asked to show his little marking to the man that is, in some ways, his father.

“Another one,” Jango Fett mutters to the trainer that came with him, the woman holding a datapad and ready to record whatever it is that they’re looking for. He passes a thumb over the marking, frowning. “A lightsaber, lit white, with pale blue halo, between a set of symbolic Jaig eyes. The eyes are dark blue, slightly desaturated. I think they’re meant to frame it like an exaggerated beskad crossguard.”

“Sir?” Rex asks.

“That makes six,” Jango says, still so quiet, and then shakes his head. “Thank you for showing me, 7567.”

“Rex,” he corrects, before he can second-guess himself. “I’m Rex.”

“Thank you, Rex.”

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The rumors say that anyone with a lightsaber soul mark is going to have a jedi for a soulmate.

Rex isn’t sure how true that is, but he’s eager to find out.

Prime gets more erratic, more unpleasant at times and almost awkwardly nice at others. Rex meets the others who got Jedi soul marks. He’s the youngest, so far.

Jango tells them all to hide the markings, and to keep them secret. They’d already all known that much, that only batchmates should be told about soul marks. All the adults that should know already do, after all.

“Where’s your dad going?” Rex asks once, when Boba’s been handed over to Cody’s squad for looking after while Prime goes haring off on some trip that nobody gets to know about. Rex hangs out with Cody’s squad more than his own batch, it feels like, but that’s a whole thing that he’s not supposed to talk about since the late transfer to command track.

“Dunno,” Boba says, kicking his feet back and forth. “My soul mark came in. Something about it made him really angry, I think.”

Rex doesn’t ask to see it.

It’s not his place.

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The Alpha batch is getting quieter, angrier, and end up in hushed conversations with Prime and some of the trainers so often that the rumors start up harder than before. Rex keeps his head down, because the Kaminoans get antsier when Jango does. Soul marks come up more often, and Rex gets called in to talk to the Alpha clones about his mark. He’s not supposed to, but Prime says it’s important, and Prime is in charge.

“Oh, is that all it took?” one of the Alphas sneers, and Prime shoots them a look that has Rex taking a few hasty steps back. The Alpha clone isn’t even fully grown yet, by natborn standards, but they don’t back down. “What, ready to stop being a dar’buir--”

“That’s enough,” Prime says, low and hard, and the Alpha clone rolls their eyes. “There’s a child here.”

“So now you care about that?”

Rex is escorted back to his rooms.

------

Decommissioning finally stops, for all that it requires Jango almost decapitating a Kaminoan, and someone Rex hopes he never sees again shows up.

(His memory is blurred. He’s sure the man was human, and tall. Elderly enough to have white hair, probably? A... there was fabric that swished when he turned, something dramatic, but...)

(He is not the only one that cannot remember.)

It takes years for anything else to come of it all... at least where the clones can see.

------

Rex is fully grown, as far as clones go. His aging is supposed to slow down to ‘natborn normal’ now, because he’s reached his full height and most of his brainpower, and he’s officially old enough to fight on the field if the war starts tomorrow.

It might.

“Hey, look up.”

Rex listens, and looks, and sees a natborn with Nala Se, pale skinned and with reddish hair, soaked to the bone. They wear robes, brown and heavy-looking. Even as he watches, another natborn jogs up from behind, also sodden and pale, but with darker hair that sticks up despite the water. A third joins them, a tad slower and more controlled; this one wears all white, and they--maybe she?-- are slight and small and poised in a way that Rex thinks might be how a natborn leader carries themselves, if they aren’t a soldier.

They pass on through the walkway, showing emotions that the Kaminoans can’t read and the clones absolutely can. None of it is... good.

“Shit,” someone mutters. “That was a Jedi.”

“Venn--”

“What if they don’t want us?”

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Rex is called to Prime’s rooms.

He tries not to look at the wide eyes of the brothers he’s been gossiping with, just stands and pulls on his full kit. He hesitates at his bucket, but then pops it on and marches to what might be his doom. It’s probably not.

He hopes it’s not.

He knocks, and is let in by Boba, and sits down on the couch when Prime tells him to. He removes his helmet when asked. Boba hops up onto the couch between Rex and his father, and leans in against Rex’s side.

There’s a list on the table, one he recognizes, quickly writing out all the paired elements on the Jedi-Clone soul marks. Nobody who isn’t already involved in the project would know it. He spots the ‘yellow tickets’ that Bly got tattooed on his face recently, the ones he won’t claim are or aren’t related to his mark. He spots his own listing of Jaig eyes.

“Prime?”

His... progenitor, maybe, in this situation, looks at him, and holds up a hand. “You saw the list. You can guess why Rex is here.”

Oh. Prime’s using his name without prompting. That’s nice.

“I can’t read it,” the younger Jedi says, with something that might be a pout. Rex wants to roll his eyes, but his helmet is on the table. People would see.

“It’s in Mando’a,” the elder tells him, voice low, and then glances between Rex and the younger Jedi. “Fett, how did you know which one to call? I can guess some things, but--”

“I have a good eye. The hilts are all different. Only one matches.”

“I see.”

Rex fidgets, and tries not to wonder at... at... oh. The younger Jedi’s lightsaber hilt does match Rex’s soul mark.

Boba notices when Rex starts picking at his glove, pressing a finger right to the mark on his wrist, and frowns up at him. He grabs Rex’s hand to still it, and tries to ask a question with his eyebrows. He is mostly unsuccessful.

“Anakin,” the elder Jedi says. Rex still doesn’t know his name. “Your hand, please?”

“Why?”

“...you’ll understand in a minute,” the Jedi says, long-suffering in the way of the trainers who dealt with the youngest cadets. “Your hand. No, the other one.”

“Why do you need my hand?”

“Reasons, Anakin. You there, ah... Rex, was it?”

“Yessir.”

The Jedi flinches. “Right. I suppose I’ll have to get used to that... right, Rex, can you come here? I imagine you know what it is that I’m looking to compare.”

Rex has been taught to listen to Jedi, but he has no idea who he’s supposed to listen to here. The older Jedi is probably in charge, but Rex hasn’t been assigned to anyone yet, so isn’t Prime still technically the closest thing he has to a CO?

He glances at Prime, who just gestures for Rex to go ahead with it.

Rex pulls off a glove, pulls back his sleeve, and bares the symbol on his wrist for inspection.

The younger Jedi’s face morphs from confused irritation to surprise, and then... something Rex doesn’t want to analyze too closely. He’s not sure if it’s wonder or horror. He wasn’t aware the expressions could look so similar.

The Jedi--Anakin--pulls back his own sleeve, moves his wrist to Rex’s and watches as the marks glow faintly from the proximity.

“Looks like Fett was right,” the elder Jedi mutters. He doesn’t sound happy. He looks at the other natborn, the one Rex is pretty sure is a woman, and raises an eyebrow.

She shakes her head, eyes closed.

“You said there were others?” the elder Jedi prompts, and Prime nods. “We are no more open about our marks than most, but I can spot one, maybe two, that I can guess at. I’d need to see the actual markings to confirm, of course, and I imagine that wouldn’t be something anyone would be happy with.”

“The rest can happen naturally,” Prime dismisses. “This was just proof.”

“Not just proof, I hope,” the Jedi mutters. “I’m.. I have to call the Council.”

Rex sees the panic in Anakin’s face, and is seized by the urge to do something, anything, to fix it.

“Obi-Wan, you can’t let them--”

“Nobody’s going to separate you,” the elder Jedi says. Obi-Wan, apparently. “And there’s no ‘let,’ Anakin, they outrank me. Significantly. Right now, I’m concerned about the implications of this war, of multiple of these cloned soldiers that have been indoctrinated to fight for and serve the Jedi having soulmates among us, especially given that I have no idea how recently our wartime protocols on such things were updated. There is an entire army that is supposedly in our name, ordered by a man ten years dead.”

“Count Dooku is involved,” Prime says, dark and satisfied and petty. “Calling himself Darth Tyrannus. The Kaminoans mostly believe he is an isolated and reclusive Jedi Master that serves as their contact when Sifo-Dyas is unavailable.”

The Jedi named Obi-Wan closes his eyes and breathes deeply, and then stands. “Right. That’s... well, alright, I absolutely have to call the Council now.”

Prime smiles, pulling Boba into his side. Rex finds himself tugged down to sit where Obi-Wan had been a few moments earlier.

“Why are you telling us all this?” the natborn woman says. “This Count sounds like he hired you, did he not?”

“The project predated his involvement, but yes, he’s my supervisor, so to speak.” Prime smiles that same dark smile, runs a hand over Boba’s head and pointedly doesn’t look at Obi-Wan. That smile is... unpleasant. Rex doesn’t want to look at it, and so he looks down to the faint glow at his wrist instead. “Did you know, they told me the clones would be sub-sentient and halfway to droids? Not really people? That my DNA was for the bodies, but the minds would be little more than lines of code? Do you know how much they hated that I saw the evidence of their lies written into my children’s skin?”

Rex jolts, head whipping about and hand pulling away from his soulmate, staring at Prime, his mouth agape in a way a soldier’s shouldn’t but--but he’s--

Rex has never, ever heard the Prime refer to any of them except Boba as his child. His copies, his echoes, his clones, but not his children.

A hand curls into his, and he looks down to find Anakin’s lacing their fingers together. He looks up into a hopeful, unsure smile.

Anakin tilts his head and leans in, lips to Rex’s ear, and says, “When I told Obi-Wan he was like a father to me, he didn’t even know how to respond. Just made a bad joke about it and then pretended it didn’t happen. Is this the same?”

“...close enough,” Rex breathes out, because now isn’t the time to explain just how different a clone’s existence is from what they’ve seen in the holos meant to prepare them for interacting with civilians. That ‘family’ here has always been brothers, your squad and any brother that chooses to take you on, or a brother you choose to nurture, that the Alphas raise them more than Prime or the trainers do, that the older squads are who they turn to because the adults won’t help, that they don’t have parents, and they are discouraged from thinking of children in their futures.

(Protecting intellectual property, one of the scientists had mused. They’d made it very, very difficult for any of the clones to impregnate a partner. Not impossible, because to make it impossible was itself impossible, but... nearly so.)

“There’s millions of us,” Rex says instead. “He doesn’t... he doesn’t usually acknowledge most of us as his.”

Anakin’s face twists, already angry, and the glare he aims at Prime is ghastly. Rex might already be a little in love, just for that. The way Anakin’s fingers squeeze around his is nice, too.

Prime does not notice.

“Can I see the contract you say you signed?” the natborn woman says, and Prime eyes her. He nods, at length, weighing her worth and finding she measures up to whatever it is that he’s decided is necessary.

“Boba, go pack like we’re going on a hunt,” Prime says, pulling out a personal datapad and only dropping his gaze to find the right file. “We’ll probably be leaving tonight.”

“Okay, buir,” Boba says, sliding off the couch. “Am I telling the Alphas the thing you said?”

“No, I’ll handle that myself. You just pack.” He stands, nods to the natborn woman, and moves around the table. “Senator, I’ll sit with you, if you don’t mind. I imagine you and Knight Kenobi are the best suited to get this problem fixed.”

“And me?” Anakin demands.

“You,” Prime says, with a just a hint of condescending drawl. “have just met your soulmate. I assumed you’d want some privacy to get to know each other.”

Anakin flushes, a little angry and a lot embarrassed. It’s frighteningly cute. “I--I mean--I don’t--”

“The clones are mentally the ages they look, but do remember they’ve had practically no time to gain any sort of experience,” Prime says, already ignoring them in favor of pointing something out on the datapad to the senator. “Take advantage of any of my kids, and I’ll be the one hunting you down. I’m told I’m rather good at it.”

Anakin’s face does some acrobatics. Rex would pay more attention, but he can feel himself turning just as red.

“Rex, you know where the private meeting room is,” Prime says, and waves a hand in the direction of the tiny, tiny office that’s by the door. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“Be nice,” the Senator hisses, smacking Prime’s arm.

“He’s ten.”

“...still.”

Rex just stands and pulls Anakin away to the little room before things can get worse.

They’re delayed when Obi-Wan asks what they’re doing from the kitchen he’s been using to get a spot of privacy, but then Anakin says “we’re just going to talk, Master,” and they get an aggrieved sigh and a response of “the clothes stay on, padawan, and you’ll need to finish up whatever conversation you have soon, there’s work to do and being a padawan only excuses you from so much.”

Rex backs into the meeting room, yanks Anakin in, and then decides to throw caution to the wind and just press their lips together.

Oh.

Okay.

He’s kissing back.

Lack of caution: good.

The mark at his wrist thrums, warm and comfortable, and Rex pulls away. He stifles the noise he wants to make, and when Anakin whines, small and soft but clearly disappointed, Rex offers him a small grin he knows would get him called ‘shy’ by his asshole older brothers.

“We probably should actually get to know each other,” Rex says. “I don’t even know your last name.”

“I... yeah, I don’t know yours either, unless it’s Fett.”

“It’s not. I don’t have one.”

Anakin’s face does another one of those ‘I’m angry for you’ twists that Rex is quickly coming to recognize, and then he sighs and falls into one of the chairs. “Okay. So. I don’t know much about the soldier life. Tell me about it.”

And he does.

#Rexwalker #Anakin Skywalker #Captain Rex #Jango Fett #Obi Wan Kenobi #Padme Amidala #Soulmate AU #Phoenix Posts #Phoenix Answers Memes #star wars

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SteveTony - Alternate Universe

Here are some Alternate Universe fics that I love. Don't forget to leave kudos and nice comments in every fic!

Food for the Heart, by LagLemon, 14 k >, Cooking, No Powers.

After being introduced to a gourmet food on a budget blog by Pepper (a gift for her elderly, cheapskate mother) Tony starts cooking again. The recipes are good, but the blog owner is even better. Still, Tony isn't so sure Captain America, the guy who runs the blog, can compete with Hot Bagboy, the gorgeous blond who works at the grocery store.

"Free to Good Home" by Captain_Panda, 7 k > words, Alternate Universe - Animals.

"Oliver and Company" AU.

There's a great big world outside the box.

But it's a dog-eat-dog world, and Tony's just one cat. Then a stray dog comes along, looking for a friend.

A Day In Principal Stark's Office, by nannersmelo, 10 k > words, Steve Single Parent, Director Tony.

Tony Stark has his hands full with not only Stark Industries, but also his beloved mother's life project: The Maria Stark Academy, and as he enters his office in order to deal with a ferocious mother whose son was apparently assaulted by one of his brightest students, he was sure this day would culminate in nothing but a heinous headache. Little did he know - he was in for one hell of a surprise.

I Am the Night by gottalovev, 6 k > words, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Vampire Tony Stark, Wizard Steve Rogers.

That's it. Tony is doomed. He rolls on his back, crosses his wings over his belly and closes his eyes. He'll await death here, misunderstood by the world to the bitter end.

C is for Calculus and Compromise, by heydoeydoey, 11 k>, Gifted AU, Post-Divorce, Angts with a Happy Ending.

Steve's just trying to give his prodigy daughter a normal childhood. Enter a meddling school administrator, Tony Stark, and too many lawyers.

tell you my love for you by jelliebean, 22 k > words, Alternate Universe - Normal High School, Based on Love Simon.

A guy at Shield High comes out on tumblr, anonymously. Tony thought he was the only gay guy on campus--not out, because of Howard--and sends him an email.

“Hey, Flying. Same here. I’ve got a secret too, and it’s like I’m hiding who I am, every day. From everyone. All the closest people to me. But I just can’t tell them. I’m gay, too. It feels like I’m putting on this mask, this shell of who I think they want me to be. Even though I don’t think my friends would judge me. I don’t know why. I just. I’ve got a secret. –Shell”

The guy seems great--amazing, even, and then Hammer has to step in and ruin it all.

Mergers & Acquisitions by Robin_tCJ, 33 k > words, Angst, sex as currency.

Steve Rogers is the CEO of the Rogers Corporation, which he built from the ground up. When he learns that Hydra International is making a bid for a hostile takeover of Stark Industries, he decides he has to do what he can to stop Hydra from overtaking the market and becoming an unstoppable, unethical conglomerate. Tony Stark asks for something Steve isn’t sure he should give, but he does it anyway – and it completely changes everything. But when Hydra keeps coming, Steve and Tony realize there’s more to this than they’d realized.

Meeting the Monsters by itsallAvengers, 23 k > words, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Creatures & Monsters.

Tony's at public school with kids his age for the first time in seventeen years, and he is determined that this year is gonna be his year. He's going to make friends. He's going to be popular. People will like him.

Unsurprisngly, none of that actually happens.

He does sort-of-maybe fall in love with a vampire in his class that everyone is terrified of, though. So... there's that.

(I Want You To See) The Darkest Side Of Me by ann2who, 45 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Fusion, Post-World War II.

In Monte Carlo, Steve meets the wealthy widower Anthony Stark. It’s love at first sight—at least for Steve—and he can’t believe his luck when Tony asks him to live at Stark Mansion, his large estate in Malibu. Never in his life had Steve thought something like this was possible… never had he been this happy. However, soon Steve realizes that Tony is still deeply troubled by the death of his first wife and haunted by the many ghosts she left behind. The longer Steve lives in her shadow, the more he understands that… He can never be what Tony’s wife had once been for him. And Tony might never truly love him.

Gift With Purchase Remix by sabrecmc, 43 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, hooker Steve, Sugar Daddy.

Gift With Purchase Remix wherein Steve actually is a hooker. But for a Really Sympathetic Reason.

The Little Glass Screwdriver by ann2who, 19 k > words, Cinderella AU.

When Prince Steven is forced to find himself a bride, true love gets in the way. As the night of the grand ball unfolds, the prince meets a mysterious knight who might just change his entire life in a way he could have never imagined.

**Cinderella AU**

Covered in Lines by royal_chandler, 3 k > words, Alternate Universe - Student/Teacher, Alternate Universe - College/University, Age Difference.

He can’t lose sight of pale, deft hands that gesture on transitive verbs, an ink-stained thumb edging underneath Tony’s ribcage with an affection that can only be called dangerous.

half-wild and glimmering by deathsweetqueen , 15 k > words, Alternate Universe - Western, Prostitution.

“Give me a drink, Tasha,” Tony sighs as he lands in front of the bar. “I’ve had one hell of a day.”

Natasha raises an eyebrow. “Have you really?” she asks, loftily, sliding a tumbler of whiskey along the well-polished wood.

Tony lets his head hang, the sweat beading on the back of his neck. “You wouldn’t believe what I’ve had to put myself through today,” he sighs, wearily.

“I would not know. You will not let me work the rooms,” Natasha retorts, her voice a little strained, busying her hands in a dirty glass.

“I don’t let you work the rooms ‘cause you’re liable to kill anyone who touches ya the wrong way and we can’t lose that much of our business,” Tony reminds her, wryly amused, sipping at his whiskey. He shakes his head at the burn. “We peddle flesh, darling, not death.”

peers, fears and holiday cheers by jacobby, 24 k > words, Parent Tony Stark.

“He’s only two years older than you,” Tony finally says when the silence becomes too much to bear.

“Dad, Teddy is turning twenty-seven next year.”

“I am not dating your husband—”

“I’m not implying you are. I just want you to be...aware that he’s practically the same age as my husband.”

AKA

Tony Stark's new boyfriend is only two years older than his adult sons. Telling them is one thing, introducing them is another. What Tony doesn't expect is that the past always has a way of catching up to him, of biting him in the ass when he least expects it. Well, at least they're all together for the Holidays. What more can he ask for?

A Higher Form of War by sabrecmc, 292 k > words, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Historical Romance.

Tony is a King with a surprising number of people out to kill him. Steve and the rest of the Avengers are fighting for Pierce's rebellion and end up with Tony as their prisoner. Oops.

you can call me babe for the weekend by complicationstoo, 10 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, actor Tony Stark.

Tony left his small town for Los Angeles after high school, leaving behind everything to pursue his dream. Ten years later, he comes back for the first time and finds that some things are impossible to let go of.

Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be by iam93percentstardust, 72 k > words, Alternate Universe - Theatre.

Famed director Phil Coulson brings Shakespeare’s beloved play, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, to Broadway. This production though comes with a twist: a brief but passionate love affair between the faerie king, Oberon, and his attendant, Puck. In the roles of the two star-crossed lovers, Coulson casts America’s darling Steve Rogers, fresh off his third Academy Award, and Broadway royalty, Tony Stark. Steve quickly finds himself falling for the quick-witted and sarcastic actor but Tony is dating the stage manager. Unwilling to come between the seemingly happy couple, Steve steps back but all isn’t right behind the scenes and Tony may need him when everything falls apart.

and so we rebuild by raeldaza, 26 k > words, Alternate Universe - Star Trek Fusion, Soulmates, Mutual Pining.

Sometimes, a voice whispers: you will never atone for your mistakes.

Tony believes that, believes it so strongly some days he drowns in it, but he still tries. Tries through Starfleet, tries through inventions, tries through missions. Then, one day, he meets his new Captain, and things change.

and teach this heart (how to beat with light), by starklystar, 40 k >, AU Hospital, Single parent Steve.

Eight years ago, at a funeral with a baby's cries ringing in his ears, Tony Stark decided to turn his life around. He's a genius, billionaire, philanthropist. What's so hard to adding 'doctor' to that list? And after that, it can't be that hard to add 'husband' and 'father' too, right? But the past has a way of haunting even the very best of us, and in any universe, Tony Stark and Steve Rogers have never had an easy love.

Featuring: drama, chaos, Peter's scheming, meddling friends, and doctors learning again that the heart can never be as simple as four chambers and four valves.

Catching Lightning in a Bottle by sabrecmc, 120 k > words, Alternate Universe - Sweet Home Alabama Fusion.

College student Tony meets janitor Steve at MIT and they fall blissfully in love, until Howard happens and things fall apart. One divorce paperwork snafu courtesy of the ever-helpful Jarvis, and ten years later, Tony has to get re-divorced from Steve.

This does not go as he imagines.

Or, the Sweet Home Alabama AU that no one--well, okay, a few of you--asked for.

The Night Shift by weethreequarter , 16 k > words, Alternate Universe - Hospital.

Welcome to the Emergency Department of San Antonio General where Dr. Tony Stark joins the team fresh from his most recent tour in Afghanistan and - much to the consternation of the other staff - strikes up an instant rapport with Nurse Steve Rogers. Meanwhile, new resident Bruce Banner refuses to give up on his patient, and Dr. Sharon Carter learns something from her own patients. Throw in a pissed off hospital administrator, Clint using the coffee pot as a mug again, and a major car crash and you have, well, just another night shift.

Cake It Till You Make It by ChocolateCapCookie, 10 k > words, Kid Fic, Alternate Universe - Bakery.

Steve Rogers and Tony Stark have a lot in common. They're single parents, they own rival bakeries at the center of town... and they both hate each other's guts.

When a mix-up at Peter and Morgan's school has both fathers scrambling to prove they're the better baker, they do the mature, adult thing and compete in a bake-off. Between the mixing and the creaming, the baking and the icing, Steve and Tony find that hate is actually not that far from love.

Looking for Heaven by foxxcub, 31 k > words, Alternate Universe - Regency, Marriage of Convenience.

When young Lord Anthony Stark learns Steven Rogers has enlisted in the army, he thinks he's seen the last of his tiny, headstrong, haughty stable boy. But four years later, Lord Stark gets an unexpected visit from Steve, whose mother has fallen gravely ill and into financial ruin. Even more unexpected, Steve agrees to a shocking proposal: they will marry, giving Steve the necessary funds to save his mother, and Tony the much-needed reprieve from harassing would-be suitors. It is a business arrangement, nothing more. But as time goes on and circumstances arise, Tony begins to learn that keeping his heart away from his husband is easier said than done.

just a guy, standing in front of another guy by theappleppielifestyle, 12 k > words.

“It’s not real,” Tony says, still smiling, jaw twitching with effort. “The fame. It’s - I’m just a guy."

(Or, Notting Hill AU, with a twist.)

Mother of Exiles (A Titanic AU) by BladeoftheNebula, 21 k > words, Alternate Universe - Titanic Fusion.

“You’ll never guess what just happened!” Steve said, taking a deep breath to try and calm his breathing. “I met someone. A guy from first class.”

Dublin 1912: Steve Rogers is barely making ends meet, living in the tenement slums of Dublin. But a stroke of good luck gives him and his best friend the chance to change their fortune. Two tickets to America on board the RMS Titanic.

The Devil You Know by shetlandowl, 17 k > words, Alternate Universe - Detectives, Alternate Universe - Author/Novelist.

Best selling author Tony Stark revives the bodice ripper genre for a modern audience. From frisky gay cowboys to ravenous lesbian pirate queens, he consistently delivers riveting thrillers full of romance, drama, and the filthy, unapologetically kinky sex that has become his trademark specialty.

Tony has everything a man could dream of - horny, adoring fans, and boatloads of money. Or that's what he thought, until Detective Steve Rogers walks into his life and turns it all upside down.

Bears and Mountains and Lumberjacks Oh My! by justanotherrollingstony (adoctoraday), 24 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Lumberjack Steve Rogers.

It was supposed to be easy--go meet the reclusive artist and buy some art. And then came the broken down car. And the snowstorm. And the lumberjack with a face like a greek god. So yea, Tony is stuck in a cabin in the woods with a hot lumberjack till the storm clears. Could be worse.

Series: A Furious Vexation by Annie D (scaramouche), 18 k > words, Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse.

A Steve/Tony post-apocalypse AU that exists pretty much just for the smut.

That Feline Beat by Tito11, 5 k > words, Alternate Universe - Animals.

Presenting Steve and Tony in the Aristocats!AU

Tony and his three kittens have been kidnapped from their fancy Upper East Side apartment while their owners are away and deposited on the mean streets of Harlem. Unsure of where they are or how to get back home, they'll have to rely on street cat Steve to guide them. Will they get home safely? Will Tony's fear of abandonment cause him to drive away the best tomcat he's ever known? Only time will tell.

do you fondue? by calciseptine, 16 k > words, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting.

Tony has done crazy things in the name of food, but falling in love with Steve Rogers really takes the cake.

a glimpse of heaven's love by parkrstark, 13 k> words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Terminal Illnesses.

The child begins to empty his pockets. He starts to count coins on the counter. Tony huffs a little impatiently as he realizes most of them are pennies.

The cashier actually humors the kid and counts along with him. They reach 3 dollars and 54 cents before he shakes his head sadly. "Sorry, kid. There's not enough here."

The kid sounds close to crying. "I need these paints for my Papa. It's Christmas Eve and these...he doesn't have any. The doctors said he doesn't have long. I want him to have these. In case he meets Jesus tonight, I want him to paint one more time. Please."

Tony takes a step forward, arms still full of toys he's buying just because. He can cover this child's gift for his dying father. Money. Money is what he's good for.

"I'll buy them."

Or, the Christmas Shoes AU no one but me asked for.

If you survive first impressions, you're good to go by itsallAvengers, 3 k > words, Parent Tony Stark, Alternate Universe - No Powers.

The first time Peter Parker-Stark sees Steve Rogers, he may or may not be standing in direct path of the man's motorcycle.

His daddy is really not going to be happy about that one.

A Rat-ional Conclusion by BladeoftheNebula, 6 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Veterinarians, Parent Tony Stark.

He had a strong flurry of patients throughout the morning and by the time it rolled around to noon, he was just about worn out.

He walked out into the reception, stretching until he felt a satisfying pop. “Are we done?”

Bucky checked the screen. “Just about. One more before lunch - a rat, singular.”

Steve breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully straight forward then. “Great, let me know when they-”

He was interrupted by the bell over the door and looked up to see a little girl cradling a small animal carrier, being shepherded through the door by easily one of the hottest men he’d ever seen in real life.

Oh wow.

Tidal Pull by sabrecmc, 97 k > words, Octopus Tony Stark, Alternate Universe - Shipwrecked.

After the American Civil War, Union soldier Steve Rogers takes a chance on an opportunity to sail with the Stark Trading Company down in the Caribbean. During a terrible storm, his ship is lost. To his surprise, he survives, and ends up stranded on an island that isn't quite as deserted as he first thinks.

Or, a reverse Little Mermaid tale where Steve has to fall for the fish-man.

Twelve Days by elysianprince, 22 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Ghosts.

In which Tony finds himself in a town that looks like it crawled out of a Hallmark Christmas movie, trying to sell an inn he didn't know he owned, all while dealing with Steve Rogers, the resident ghost who has returned to haunt the inn each December during the twelve days of Christmas for the past seventy years. Tony has only one logical solution that benefits them both: break the curse that binds him - but falling for a man almost a century old wasn't among his plans.

She kissed me by S_Horne, 1 k > words, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting.

“Your mom kissed me.”

Steve blinked awake and lifted his head from his pillow to look over at the silhouette in the doorway. “What?”

“Your mom,” Tony reiterated. “She kissed me.”

“Yeah,” Steve said simply, “she does that.”

#stevetony #stony #fic rec #tony stark #steve rogers #my recs

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