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whollyjoly · 15 days

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for some reason i can't explain i know saint peter won't call my name

nothing that lives, lives forever - an immortal soldier!alton more au

(1.1k of snippets from my old guard(ish) au where alton more is old, too old, and has been living and fighting far longer than anyone should. full description/other thoughts at the bottom. tw: blood, violence, mentions of death)

Alton clicked the lighter closed, running a thumb over the silver case. The night was warm, sticky in a way that he never could get used to. He sucked in a breath from the cheap cigarette, letting his head fall back against the rough side of the barracks.

It was quiet. Typically, there would be no end to the commotion coming from the small building, one of many that littered Camp Toccoa. The wall of sound was ever-present, no matter if it was shouting or laughing or snoring. But whatever the cause, there was always noise.

No matter if it was a blanket of noise he knew well, unchanging except for the language and the scenery. Soldiers are soldiers, and some things are a constant. It could almost be comforting, if it didn’t also mean that the need for soldiers was a constant as well.

However, tonight was a Saturday, and it was one of the few weekends that Sobel had allowed Easy the use of their weekend passes. Almost every man in the company had jumped at the chance to get off base, to travel home if they could and spend time with loved ones. The ones with farther-flung hometowns had spirited off to Atlanta, happy to spend their time drinking and dancing and fucking instead of slogging through another run, three miles up, three miles down.

Normally, Alton would have joined them in their carousing - it was easier to pass the time with the effortless camaraderie built during a training camp than bored and alone.

But today had been a bad day. The sound of swords and the shift of sand beneath his feet followed him out of his nightmares, the humid summer of Georgia morphing itself into the baking, dry heat of the desert.

His shouts must have been real, because when a hand came to shake him out of his dream, the first face he saw was not that of a grouchy NCO, but of a blood-caked Saracen, eyes alight with righteous fury.

Alton didn’t think. He had grabbed the knife from under his pillow, an old thing that had been sharpened more times than he could begin to count, and was on the man in less than a breath, pressing the blade into the side of his neck. The familiar thrum of blood beat against his fingertips, the grit of sand scratched his gums. He knew what he had to do, had done it a thousand times, a thousand thousand times, what was a little more bloodshed spilled across his feet-

Alton had blinked, and came to himself in a rush.

Instead of an unnamed Saracen, the ashen face of Johnny Martin stared up at him, eyes wide behind the knife.

Alton drew back his hand, retreating almost as quick as he had lunged earlier. He mumbled a quick curse and apology as he stepped out of arm’s reach from the man. It wasn’t until Martin’s eyes widened even farther that Alton realized his tongue was slipping out Arabic of all things.

Usually, Alton was better about remembering himself, who he was almost as important as where he was. But for whatever reason, his demons had decided to catch up with him that night.

After a quick smile and some quip about the Krauts in his dreams, he managed to wave an only-slightly-mollified Martin off. The shorter man apparently hadn’t forgotten it though, if his watchful eyes during chow that morning were anything to go by.

Alton was just glad that no one else was awake to see it, at least. That was the last thing he needed.

And so, instead of joining in on a weekend of broads and booze, Alton found himself waving away the invitation by an eager Smokey and bemused Alley. When the horde made their way out of the barracks, fantasizing in bawdy terms about their planned misadventures, he felt like he could breathe easy.

Fucking finally.

Alton took another drag from the cigarette. He watched the smoke curl, up and up until it faded into nothing amongst the darkening sky.

The lighter was a welcome weight in his hand, grounding him to this time, this life.

The design was worn by now, details barely visible after a half century of worrying. It still managed to amaze him, sometimes, what people could do with the smallest of canvases. Alton didn’t feel the same wonder however, wasn’t as mesmerized by the beauty man could create as he once was.

But in the quiet moments, he could still appreciate the time some French craftsman took to transform a hunk of metal into a small token carried around by a dead man.

Luz had spied the lighter one weekend, and laughed at him for using something so old-fashioned. Alton just shrugged, not caring to admit that he was still getting used to having a light at his fingertips. It wasn’t all that long ago when he was still lighting a pipe with a flintlock pistol, and not so long before that when he would carry around a flint and steel.

Time was passing all the more quickly these days, technologies changing and advancing, and everyone was obsessed with needing things to be quicker, cheaper, simpler. Alton scoffed. He could hardly find it in him to care.

He glanced down at the lighter in his hand, shifting it back and forth in a practiced motion and watched as the light skittered across the sides.

It had shown flowers, once. A veritable garden of carnations, daffodils, and lilies of the valley, with leaves spilling across the front panel onto the back. They represent good fortune, he was told. Good fortune, luck, and hope.

When the merchant described it to him, eyes ablaze with a passion known only to those with wares to sell, Alton didn’t try to hide the snort that escaped his throat.

Fortune and Luck had abandoned him long ago, and hadn’t returned since waking up in a battlefield abandoned by all but the dead, sword in his chest and blood in his mouth.

And what the fuck was Alton supposed to do with hope?

It was the quote on the back that had caught his eye, all those years ago in a street market in Reims. The beveled edges had faded with time, the familiar letters Alton traced were more memory by now than any physical mark. Une vie honorable est une vie éternelle.

An honorable life is an eternal life.

Alton couldn’t help but stare at the message, both then and now. He hated that goddamn word. Immortal. Unending. Eternal.

They were such flowery words, used by people who craved what they couldn’t have, what they shouldn’t. The romanticized idea of the everlasting, the fountain of youth, the gift of life! Alton was sick of it.

This wasn’t life. He was a fucking dead man walking. And he sure as hell didn’t do anything honorable to deserve it.

months ago, while thinking about the absolute insanity of the almost...cavalier? attitude we see alton more have over the course of the series, an idea hit my brain: what if there was a reason nothing seemed to phase him - not panzers, not being a breath away from a car wreck, not bastogne, not speirs? what if this wasn't his first war? that thought spiraled me into a minor insanity that is this: my immortal soldier!alton more au, loosely inspired by the movie the old guard (2020). the idea is that, once upon a time, there was a soldier in a land many centuries ago. one day, he died in battle. and then, he woke up. and then he died. and then he woke up. over, and over. drawn to countless battles, conflicts, and wars, each one etching itself into the core of his soul. a never-ending cycle...until one sweltering summer, where he found himself at a training camp at the foot of a mountain. anyways. at some point, i plan on writing this as a full story, but that is admittedly a long ways away. however, in celebration of alton more's birthday today, i wanted to post my favorite scene that i've written for this au! it's set sometime at the beginning of the story, in the early days of camp toccoa. mostly, it's just a character study of this version of alton more. hope you enjoyed! and of course - happy birthday alton more!

(song insp.)

taglist: @sweetxvanixlla @coco-bean-1218 @bucky32557038ww2 @georgieluz @samwinchesterslostshoe @xxluckystrike @next-autopsy @ronald-speirs @land-sh @ronsparky @panzershrike-pretz @theredrenard @kyellin

#happy alton more day!#holy shit im actually posting this...i've been sitting on it for MONTHS #but YEAH its just...the gothic romanticism about the physical embodiment of war and soldiers and the concept of death you know??#what it means to feel and to live and to connect to those around you when it all feels so fleeting #fleeting not just due to the nature of war but also the nature of immortality #or something #...look i have a lot of thoughts about this story okay #it kills me #its also known in my brain as the “how immortal soldier!alton more made friends” story #because literally thats it thats the plot #OH WAIT did i forget to mention that speirs is also an immortal soldier in this story??#oh yeah thats the best fucking bit - they met like centuries and centuries ago on the wrong ends of one of the various punic wars #(where speirs was known back then as...wait for it...TERTIUS)#its good goddamn shit okay #also explains why alton is so fucking unflinching towards speirs at any given point and why they were so petty about the photo albums #ANYWAYS if anyone wants to hear more about this!! come stop on by!!!#also yes the title is a reference to the old guard #as is the reference to the siege of jerusalem which is where joe and nicky met #immortal soldier!alton more #alton more #easy company #band of brothers fic #mine #band of brothers #bofb #hbowar #em's moodboards #em writes #jesus christ i guess that's a tag now #alright here we go out into the void

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lapinposts · 11 months

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been reading ch 11 of the contract and this came into my mind /j

#glad she didn't have the name there. would be awkward #btw thoughs so far: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #excellent execution of character relationships and the plot as a whole is insane. i cant yet put my thoughts into words but hs?!?! aaaaaaaa #I DIGRESS. the painting. i assume it is the one from dh2 in the fic? correct me if im wrong #its such a shame that it's not in the dlcs like. i had to be there. the significance of billie to delilah? and the pure evil she has #towards billie nevertheless.#or in other words despite billie playing a role in delilah's plan she's still has enough value to apper as her muse?#to be important enough for delilah that she paints billie is both a blessing and a curse. but more of a curse imo.#all of delilah's art is about her. its cleverly hidden in the titles but thats another topic of discuss #anyway. this is a shitpost #my art tag #shitposting tag #dh related

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amee-racle-ofmyown · 5 months

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your hands have always held their own

Heist!Mark x reader | Words: 1,063 | read on AO3

Heist!Mark finally asks his partner in crime out on that date.

It was early evening and you and your heist partner sat nearly shoulder to shoulder in your shared living room. The sun hung low, just barely brushing its rays against the clouds, tinging their edges amber and yellow.

Recently, there had been a lot more of these calm afternoons where you would sit together, discussing everything and nothing, perhaps watching TV or whatever videos took both your fancy; sometimes you simply watched the sky until you felt sleepy. Occasionally one of his hands might come up to play idly with your hair (a more affectionate gesture than either of you had ever previously initiated, but you didn't really mind, and neither of you mentioned it).

'This next heist…’ he started, ‘it's supposed to set us up, pretty much for life. And it got me thinking—'

'That's dangerous,' you interrupted.

'Yeah, maybe for you,' he quipped back, eyebrows raised mockingly, but there was no malice in his voice.

'Anyway,' he continued, voice softening. 'I was thinking about the future and stuff. Like, what do we do after this? And as nice as it would be to be able to relax and just enjoy the rest of our lives without worrying about the next spot to rob, I think I would kind of miss doing these jobs with you.'

That got your full attention. He wasn't quite meeting your eyes — instead, a loose strand on his clothes was apparently very interesting — but something about his words and the gentle sincerity with which he'd spoken them took you a little off-guard.

‘...I hadn't really thought much about it. About what happens after.’ And it was true, you hadn't; nothing past the first few wild, exciting dreams that sprung to mind when reading the amount of money the pair of you were being offered for this particular artefact. No real, solid plans.

‘I think I'd miss it too,’ you continued quietly. ‘But I mean, who's to say we can't do a couple more every once in a while, just for the fun of it, y'know? We don't even have to go after anything that valuable. More like just… for old times’ sake.’ You caught his gaze and he smiled, a little fond and a little hopeful, dark eyes twinkling.

‘Yeah, cool… So, uhm,’ he averted his gaze again and you couldn't help but find his uncharacteristic hesitance and bashfulness adorable, wondering what was on his mind that was making him act this awkward.

‘So I was wondering, once this heist is over, if you'd maybe wanna go out sometime?’

‘Sure, is that it?’ you question, oblivious. (Or maybe not wanting to get ahead of yourself. Surely there's no way he meant it like that.)

Your crime partner’s head perked up, eyes wide and looking directly into yours, as if searching for something.

‘Really?’

‘Umm, yeah?’ you say, incredulous. ‘What's got you so nervous? And… surprised? We go out together all the time.’

‘No, buddy, you don't get it…’ he said, sat looking a little like a kicked puppy. The look of disappointment that crossed his face broke your heart and instantly made you regret your words.

His hands returned to fidgeting and oh, you wanted to take those hands in yours and ease the nerves from his palms, thread his fingers through your own, press your lips to his knuckles.

Mark sighed. One of his hands came to rest on his knee while the other carded through his hair. You found yourself wanting to do the same.

‘Listen…’ he began again, eyes downcast while his hand came to rest in his lap. ‘We've been friends for what feels like ages now, working together for even longer. I know we butt heads at times, I can be an idiot and you can get on my nerves but-’ Finally his eyes met yours, and the affection in them made your breath catch in your throat.

The sun was setting by now, casting a gorgeous orange glow through the room and over his features. It made his eyes appear almost golden, and it suddenly occurred to you that no shiny trinket you could steal could ever possibly be worth more than the look those eyes were giving you in this moment. You internally cringed at the thought, but you couldn't deny it was true.

‘You're really important to me,’ he said earnestly. ‘I don't always agree with you but I always trust your judgement. I probably trust you more than anyone else, to be honest. You're my best friend, and maybe I'm wrong, but I think there could be something else here? And I wanna try being more? If that's okay with you.’

‘You mean-’

‘Yeah.’ He took your hand, said your name, foregoing any of his nicknames for you. ‘I love you — I always have, as a friend, but I think I have feelings for you. So, if you reciprocate even a little, let me take you out. On a real date. And if things don't work out,’ (you didn't miss the small flicker of something sad as he added that part) ‘well, we can still work together. And we'll still be friends, right?’ he asked hopefully.

You could feel your heart thrumming wildly, from his words, the intensity of his gaze and the warmth radiating from his hand to yours.

You took his other hand, the one still atop his knee, and replied softly: ‘I'd really love that, actually. To go on a date with you, I mean.’

The smile he gave you was genuine, unlike the typical cocky. It was wide and crinkled the skin beneath his eyes. You briefly wondered whether he could feel your racing pulse through your intertwined hands.

‘Then it's agreed. After the heist.’

‘After the heist,’ you promised.

Inevitably, you would run into problems and possibly danger in your next heist, as you usually did, but you trusted Mark, and you knew you could count on him when push came to shove. You knew that you would follow him anywhere, and the two of you had a better chance of conquering any obstacles you faced if you were together, as you always had.

The sun dipped beneath the clouds, the room was warm, and things felt comfortably the same and yet like this was a turning point for the pair of you.

You were sure this heist would be one to remember.

#(title is from Violet by Wild Party)#gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #I love them the sillies #this is straight up the softest of fluff #I got embarrassed and cringed writing this but I hope it's worth putting out there and someone else will enjoy it #there is NOT enough heist mark content #like what there is in terms of fics is SO GOOD don't get me wrong there's just not a lot #so I hope I can make some decent contributions for the heist stans out there lolol #it's always yancy this and illinois that and I love them too BUT HEIST MARK IS RIGHT THERE??#HE SPECIFICALLY BRINGS UP THAT YOU HAD PREVIOUSLY ESTABLISHED TO GO ON A DATE? WHY IS MY BOY SO OVERLOOKED #MAKE IT MAKE SENSE #I love this man... sorta underrated ego ngl #maybe bc he gets dumped in with actor which is valid and understandable tbh but like.. he's his own character too :(#sorry I'm very passionate #I'm just a sucker for friends to lovers basically #ahwm #a heist with markiplier #markiplier egos #markiplier cu #heist mark #heist!mark #heist mark x y/n #heist mark x reader #mark iplier #amee writes #partners in crime

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forgetful-storyteller · 30 days

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Language of the Lost by RIProducer......siffrincore...........

#sep talks #this is to say. I wrote a fic. Not super inspired by the song but I used a lyric as the title #so <3 #ISAT #in stars and time #I could be totally wrong btw. But. I think it is siffrincore. O #So*

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appalachianapologies · 2 months

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Remittent Distress

Chapter One

Fic Summary: After years of being on the run and keeping his head down, Mac finally receives the opportunity to end this screwed up game of hide-and-seek for good. With the help of two unlikely friends, some unconventional skill sets, and plenty of all-nighters, Mac attempts to track down his father before James gets to him first. It's been six months since an ordinary mission turned to hell, leaving its permanent marks on Jack Dalton—both physically and emotionally. But when information about a wild kid he came across four months ago gets dropped into his lap, he has to push it all down in order to find not just the kid, but the truth behind him as well.

(The big ol' fic in Smoking Room Universe)

#au where everything is the same except i go to bed at a reasonable hour #in which vi actually writes #macgyver #macgyver 2016 #Remittent Distress #chapter one #Smoking Room Universe #i think it's important to note that tumblr things ''remittent'' isn't a word and it's making me very scared #because i keep thinking i've spelled a word wrong in a title on a fic that has just been published #that being said tumblr doesn't think ''tumblr'' is a word and that's itself so idk who to trust in this situation #anyway. big new fun ol fic #where you get to watch in real time as i struggle to write special ops dialogue #ok good night sweet dreams i love you all

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saturntheday · 3 months

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Six Sentence Sunday

Hello everyone! I was tagged by the lovely @wordsofhoneydew and my first thought was to ignore it because the first and last fic I started writing was written like last year and I'm not much of a fanfic writer and more of a fanfic reader. But, I'm feeling a lil brave rn so here's a snippet from my first fic that'll probably come out late March or smth despite being pretty short. Bonus: you get an extra two sentences bc I'm feeling nice today :D

June didn't get sick. She just didn't. It was as simple as that. Except, she did in fact get sick. And, whenever she did, she would get all whiny and clingy. She was the worst kind of sick person. After she turned 10, she also had her little brother Alex to take care of. So, she decided, that getting sick would never be an option.

Tags under the cut!

@firenati0n @orchidscript @getmehighonmagic @mostlyoptimisticdinosaur @soldouthaz @affectionatelyyrs and anyone else interested!

#sgsjfskfajfskg #I like sickfics and at the time i was writing this I didn't see a junora sickfic so I was determined to write one #I wrote like a 200 words and left it zfagksgkshld #it doesn't have a title tho #pls be nice lol #first fic #rwrb fic #Junora my beloved #I'm gonna go now #Bye bye #WAIT #Can anyone tell me the age difference between june and alex?? I think I got it wrong here-#Okay I'm actually gonna go now #byeeee

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tunastime · 6 months

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🐝 sorrryyyyy but for realsies:

but now i'm backing out the corner, don't you think that i'm a runner?

Title: but now I'm backing out the corner, don't you think that I'm a runner?

Summary: Gem isn't very good at waiting. It's not like she doesn't want to be--she does, and she'll happily sit on her hands while she complains about lag and loading and sitting on her hands and waiting. And she was doing that just fine in the lobby of Decked Out, itching to step foot into the dungeon, to jump, right as the next person finished dying. Maybe some would call her impatient. Maybe some would ask her if she had something to prove. Some might speculate that she had an ego to boost, or were trying to win the favor of a certain Dungeon Master. But none of that would be true.

Gem's the first person to notice when Pearl drops in to check the scores. She'll take her spot in line as soon as she says her hellos.

She has someone to impress.

(fake fic ask meme)

#okay full stop. i didn't look up the song before i wrote this. you listen to a lot more madeon than i ever expected #did you know i really like lionhearted?#anyway the title was giving go go go. so forgive me for reading wrong < why am i explaining myself #fics #text #hiiii laurie ily <33 #ask meme

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crazysnor1ax · 1 year

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Me realizing there is basically zero Lez content on tumblr: I have to do EVERYTHING around here

#kazoo if you see this this does not include you I eat your Lez art from a while back daily #I NEED more art of my boy. he did nothing wrong and he is currently doing nothing wrong in the fic #if I can have a serious title in this fandom I want it to be Lez’s adopted parent he is my son and I care him so hard #speaklax #lez ln #little nightmares #the seven year nightmare #syn

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roosterbox · 4 months

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So. Some good tumblr changes recently. Especially with regards to Tumblr Live (I almost said rest in peace, but I’d hate to lie. Rest in Piss, I guess, lmao). But we can’t have good without bad. And I’ve noticed that I can’t move blocks of texts (or what have you) around while editing posts anymore. On mobile, at least. You can try, but it doesn’t shift spots when you let it go. So you better put things where you want them the first time. Otherwise you’ll have to start writing it out all over again, lol.

#tumblr updates #there’s always bad with the good #lol #so sorry the next fic rec post might look weird #the placement of the title is all wrong #but I didn’t want to have to redo it #so now it’s just gonna bug me forever

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oneirataxia-girl · 2 months

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alvita's birthday exchange ⇝ for hadley @supermarine-silvally

ft. Bravada Yara x Portgas Ace

"And I'll surrender myself to you."

x x

I hope you like it!

bonus:

a small icon set to thank you for all the art you made for me! <33

#alvita's edits #alvita's birthday exchange #hadley my beloved #okay so fun fact #i Do Not Know how ace's and yara's skin tones compare to each other #but i stalked -- i mean poked around in your blog and i've come to the conclusion that they're supposed to both be relatively light skinned #idk i am bad af at colors y'all #also tried to keep a purplish coloring in the cover #i ended up keeping a non-purple ver bc the shade of it was making me upset #the title is supposed to be purple fading into gold #keyword supposed to #heavy sigh #i've never done an animated cover so this is New™️ to me #so if you want to have anything changed pls hmu!#i feel like covers are THE graphic for a fic so i want to get it as perfect as possible #another fun fact is like idk which is right and left anymore #so if i made the dumbest mistake ever and colored/covered the wrong eye PLS tell me #the quality enhancer also doesn't consider ace to be worthy of its attention #that's why he's grainy af #i tried to get it to enhance him but cutout was like 'lol nope'#so yeah #alright these tags are getting long af again

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dirty-bear-rick-sanchez · 2 years

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Sunshine Daydream

Birdrick time! I just wrote and edited it over the space of the previous 3 hours so hopefully it’s alright. I just had the idea and wanted to get it out of my system lol

Summary: Birdrick fluff. Just a sweet time between our favourite space couple. It does get a little bit spicy for a couple of paragraphs but it’s very mild (no nudity or genitals or anything). There’s brief mentions of (unspecified) drug use but this is RnM so it’s fairly standard. There’s no set timeframe, it could take place at any point in the show. ~1.2k words

Rick meanders through a meadow, a pleasant breeze sweeping floral scents up to his nose. Rays of sunlight caress his face, warming his skin and glinting off iridescent beetles lurking in the grass. He pauses to observe the insects for a minute, basking in the rare opportunity to just exist without stress or judgement.

Eventually, he reaches a border of willow trees and ducks through their tickling tresses into a clearing bisected by a quiet river. The trees hide him from outside eyes and muffle distant sounds, lulling his mind and senses into relaxation.

From underneath the water, Birdperson emerges, flapping his wings. The motion sends drops cascading around him, and they glisten against his skin. He’s distracted by his bathing, and Rick knows he’s sufficiently hidden from view by the rushes framing the water’s edge. He uses the opportunity to remove his shoes and socks and roll up his trousers. Finding a gap in the reeds, he steps carefully into the shallow river and wades over to join the other man.

Birdperson is angled with his back to Rick, so Rick guides his arms carefully underneath BP’s wings and wraps them around his chest, resting his chin on the other man’s shoulder.

“Hello, Rick.” Birdperson rumbles affectionately, his deep voice reverberating along his bones so that Rick can feel as well as hear it.

Rick presses a gentle kiss to his cheek. Birdperson turns and wraps his own strong arms around Rick, and Rick leans back into them, letting them take his weight. They support him easily, as easily as they’ve supported him countless times before when he’s been injured in battle, or drunk, or when he’s fallen asleep while working and stirred to find himself being carried to bed.

Birdperson leans forward to meet Rick’s lips with his, and the change in angle means he’s practically dipping Rick like a ballroom dancer. Rick feels an unstoppable, cheesy smile stretch across his face, and he knows that BP can feel it too. Sure enough, the lips against his move into a similar position, and Rick hears himself giggle like a schoolgirl. Birdperson pulls back slightly so that their foreheads are still touching, gazing adoringly into Rick’s eyes.

With a couple of beats of his wings to clear off the excess water, he takes off, flying them the short distance to the shore. No matter how far Birdperson flies with Rick in his arms, Rick is sure it could never be long enough. Something about Birdperson’s presence, his strength, makes Rick feel giddy and light, even on the ground. With the addition of actual flight, the rush of wind through his hair, the exhilarating feeling of soaring above the ground in a way that’s impossible for his own species to experience without the aid of technology, it’s downright amazing.

However, despite all this, Rick is anything but disappointed to land. Birdperson lays him down gently amongst the rushes, the tall stalks providing further privacy. The other man kneels between Rick’s splayed legs, his arms either side of Rick’s torso, and leans in for another kiss. Rick lets his arms drift up and loop around BP’s neck, his fingers brushing against soft head feathers. Birdperson’s own hand comes to rest on Rick’s hip, his thumb moving in slow rhythm. Rick tugs at Birdperson’s feathers, firmly but not painfully, and is rewarded by a sort of gaspy chirp sound moaned into his own mouth and a squeeze of his ass. Rick can’t help but smirk from pleasure at having caused the usually stoic man to make such desperate, expressive sounds. Birdperson draws back from the kiss and gives him a look that Rick knows to mean that the smirk is about to be wiped off his face.

Sure enough, Birdperson moves his arms and, in a lightning-quick motion, removes Rick’s hands from their position and pins them down to the ground either side of his head, simultaneously shifting his lower body so that he’s also restraining Rick’s legs. A hot surge of pleasure rises through Rick’s body as he’s overpowered by someone genuinely bigger and stronger than him. There’s something so hot about knowing that he’s completely at Birdperson’s mercy, legitimately helpless.

The two stare at each other intensely, Birdperson admiring his work. Tension hangs in the air, both of them daring the other to break it, yet neither of them wanting to. Birdperson waits for Rick to either respond cockily so that BP can punish him, or to show how flustered he is and be teased; Rick waits for Birdperson to break first and get carried away by his own libido. They’re both locked in a game of chicken, each urging the other to give in to their lust.

“Rick?”

The voice is decidedly not Birdperson’s, jarring Rick out of his reverie. The fantasy splinters into shards and falls away to reveal the reality: Rick in the garage, sitting at his workbench in front of a forgotten project, an old photo album open next to it.

“Rick!” the voice comes again, more frustrated this time, and Rick places it as Morty’s. “Didn’t you hear me calling? Dinner’s ready. Mom says if you don’t join us for at least one meal this week, she’s making you drive Dad to his LARPing thing on Saturday.”

Rick groans, annoyed at both his daydream being interrupted and the prospect of having to babysit Jerry. “Fine, Morty. I’m coming, OK?”

As he gets up to leave, he pauses for a minute to glance down at the trigger for his fantasy: a photo taken at one of the festivals he and BP had attended together. Unimpressed with the lacklustre show and high out of their minds, they had wandered off from the actual site of the event, ignoring a sign specifically instructing festival-goers not to trespass. They had taken a leisurely stroll through a field and found a river, where they’d sat with their feet dangling in the water, talking about everything and nothing until the landowner had burst in and chased them off with a gun. The photo had been snapped not long before their sudden eviction, Rick grinning with his tongue out and an arm draped around Birdperson in a manner far too intimate for a friend he’d met only a few weeks earlier. However, Birdperson hadn’t minded, smiling along as widely as his unemotive face permitted.

Looking objectively, they’re both high and greasy and young. But through the rose-coloured lens of memory, Rick can see how happy they both are - even him, for what had been the first time he could remember after Beth and Diane had died. He sees the beginning of a decades-long friendship - and possibly something more. Even though he’s taught himself over the years, painstakingly, to keep his guard up, something about BP always manages to break through. Years of nihilism can’t hold up against the insistent, sappy hope he still holds that Birdperson might one day return his feelings.

“Rick?” Morty’s voice interrupts for the second time that day.

“Yeah, yeah.” Rick waves him off. He spares one final look at the photo before leaving to join his family, the ghost of a bittersweet smile on his face.

#rick and morty #rnm #rick sanchez #birdperson #birdrick #my fic #my writing #rick and morty fanfic #rnm fanfic #rick is a sappy old man and this is a hill i will die on #also he has such bottom energy/bratty sub energy #don’t get me wrong he definitely tops sometimes as well #but more bottom rick rep is needed #fun fact the title actually came before the fic on this one lol #for once #rather than me thinking up a crappy title so i post it to ao3

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rogersstevie · 1 year

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i absolutely get where that “all your fave fics were written by middle aged women” post is coming from wrt how women are treated in fandom as they age but like having followed a lot of the writers i was reading stories by back in the day ik for a fact that at the time most of my faves were written by ppl who were like 25 - 35 at the time lmao

#especially bc maybe not the original post but some of the comments were talking about older fandoms #and a lot of the things i like came into being in the last decade or so #also i do think people are in the habit of assuming only women write fanfiction which is not true #it might be MORE women than not who knows the demographics but like #idk i'm not assuming anything any which way about the things i read now bc most of the ones i used to follow #left fandom or got annoying to me #and now i find it's usually a mistake if i look at something on an author's blog or other account #like i was enjoying this one person's fics and they linked their youtube page and i saw the stupidest take for a video title #and i was like WELL YOU RUINED IT NOW #so it's best to just now know anything about these people for me #like god so many of the popular 1d writers back in like 2013 really got all high and mighty later on #so yeah idt i follow a single author i'm subscribed to on ao3 i just don't wanna see shitty opinions and ruin it #ANYWAY point is like yeah i get it but i think you could just say your faves are more likely to be written by adults #and even so like. y'all think teenagers can't do anything well which is weird and wrong but whatever

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lavendead · 1 year

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It’s been a while *cough* years *cough* since I’ve posted a rec list and since I’ve recently broken 50 Osaaka recs on my running haikyuu list I decided it’s about time for an update. So without further ado here’s my 50 Osaaka recs:

1. a stuttering of the heart by hoesome - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30441270

2. Akaashi Keiji’s Hands are Always Cold by Taryo88 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/28316406

3. and i never saw you coming by tearsricochett - https://archiveofourown.org/works/40600674

4. and i would walk 500 miles by goldplate (ramshackleheads) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/29082276/chapters/71388618

5. are you free on thursday night? by floatyourself - https://archiveofourown.org/works/27368869/chapters/66879562

6. at a (un)reasonable distance by vroomvroommic - https://archiveofourown.org/works/28475100

7. Better This Time by vroomvroommic - https://archiveofourown.org/works/33153472

8. books and books of poetry by mintycarrots - https://archiveofourown.org/works/31629356/chapters/78272594

9. from your lips (words are so much sweeter) by risquetendencies - https://archiveofourown.org/works/29626461

10. Getting baited into reading a trash novel and regretting it (for a bit) by impasta -https://archiveofourown.org/works/40830114/chapters/102309999

11. Growth Mindset by mintycarrots - https://archiveofourown.org/works/27552136/chapters/67388383

12. here, there, everywhere by onceandforall - https://archiveofourown.org/works/31237592

13. if music be the food of love by OverTheMoonShine - https://archiveofourown.org/works/32781904

14. i’m so lost in you (and all that you do) by courtshipofwords - https://archiveofourown.org/works/31754950/chapters/78601978

15. karikari by fromthemist - https://archiveofourown.org/works/29470536

16. keep time on me by yamabato - https://archiveofourown.org/works/31745842

17. kiss me like you cook your karaage - slowly, then all at once by floatyourself - https://archiveofourown.org/works/27164209

18. LANTERNS by combustible - https://archiveofourown.org/series/2104776

19. Let’s Call it Culture Shock by Taryo88 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30615773

20. like the dawn by eggsan - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30484143/chapters/75173244

21. love in the time of office hours by lunarwaves - https://archiveofourown.org/works/33099049

22. love, the universe, and other unknown variables by venusintwelfth - https://archiveofourown.org/works/28176888 (this is my fav fic btw)

23. make me thaw by honeyedrop - https://archiveofourown.org/series/1903228

24. miya osamu’s guide to bad neighbors, serial breakups, and domesticity by rosegoldwriting - https://archiveofourown.org/works/24768052

25. never the same love twice by lettersinpetals - https://archiveofourown.org/works/28770075/chapters/70548549

26. new love in old places by stormhund - https://archiveofourown.org/works/24838069/chapters/60082078

27. Of Crumbs and Eyelash Wishes by veriwyn - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30532185

28. Of Onigiri and Owls by thepeskyunicorn - https://archiveofourown.org/works/41112162/chapters/103051197

29. One More Weekend by Primaveril - https://archiveofourown.org/works/42857955/chapters/107668482

30. Onigiri for Two by Un1stellar - https://archiveofourown.org/works/31415531

31. Reality or Royalty? by twindualities - https://archiveofourown.org/works/26477743

32. Seeing You by prosesareread - https://archiveofourown.org/works/29190336/chapters/71668746

33. Sibling Antics by aris_imperfect_mind - https://archiveofourown.org/works/31227473

34. sleeping with the enemy by billionairevolleyboysclub - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30134715

35. slow magic by redberrysoda, yamabato - https://archiveofourown.org/works/35689273

36. Slowly, and then all at once by SundaeMunt - https://archiveofourown.org/works/32182780/chapters/79744435

37. so I keep feeling close (to what’s beyond compare) by vonroozh - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30637109

38. stay with me, go places by sparksandsalt - https://archiveofourown.org/works/24961099/chapters/60422311

39. strangers by redberrysoda - https://archiveofourown.org/works/31504481

40. take what we love inside by yamabato - https://archiveofourown.org/works/28329681

41. the dog days are over by grandecoffee - https://archiveofourown.org/works/33633148

42. The laundry by XunYioo2 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/43674576

43. The Spiderman Meme by Pixelated_Wing - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30435960

44. the sun rises like this heart up my throat by redberrysoda - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30063543

45. The taste of home by hobisleaves - https://archiveofourown.org/works/43145172

46. thursdays full of maybes and warm smiles by goldenkiwis - https://archiveofourown.org/works/40972737

47. wait by sanguinedawns - https://archiveofourown.org/works/29421981

48. warm refuge by isntitluvly - https://archiveofourown.org/works/33408157

49. warmth within winter by duskyhaze - https://archiveofourown.org/works/33507595

50. welcome in by risquetendencies - https://archiveofourown.org/works/28623666

#oh boy that took a while #now i have to link test #i actually had two on the list i had to find replacements for cause they got deleted #i was gonna do this yesterday lmao #anyway osaaka stans eat your hearts out #osaaka #akaashi keiji #osamu miya #haikyuu #fic recs #ao3 #edit: if you’re fic title is the length of a fallout boy song title guaranteed i spelled it wrong sorry #i’m catching them as i go #edit 2: all the links should be working so if there’s a problem please lmk

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