#fic: heart of stone
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flux adjacent fic recs
in media res by wreckageofstars (3k, 1 chapter, gen)
summary: “Well,” she said. “Now you know what the mattress is for.”
Dan shifted. “And the trampoline?”
“Best not ask about the trampoline.”
//I think this is probably the first Dan pov fic I ever read, and it’s absolutely brilliant. This author gets the character voices down so perfectly it’s unreal, and the whole thing is just so wonderful to see from Dan’s outsider perspective. It’s set in the immediate aftermath of Once, Upon Time, and it does a fantastic job of exploring the impact of what happened in that episode – both from a whump perspective and an emotional one. Angsty, but also funny in the worst kind of way – someone please go give Yaz a break, she REALLY needs one. Anyway, it’s great, everyone go read it right now.
Hearts of Stone by weirdpug (previously xhonia) (1k, 1 chapter, thoschei)
summary: The Doctor loses herself. The Master finds her.
//Ohhh this one this one, it’s SO awesome – it’s one of those fics that does really cool things with the formatting? Which works great here, because it’s a weeping angel!13 fic and wow, wow! Extremely awesome indeed, and just beautifully written – the prose is just so full of character, even when the Doctor is losing herself and it’s so well done.
Divination by WalkerLister (6k, 1 chapter, gen)
summary: “There was a name for someone similar to me once. They called them the Valeyard. You can call me that, if you like. I quite like it, it’s suitably eerie. Little bit of drama never hurt anyone.”
//Right, so we all remember what happened when War of the Sontarans aired…we got that ‘next time’ trailer of Once Upon Time…and all collectively lost our minds over the inverted dark coat. Since then, I feel like everyone has been finding really creative ways to get it into fanfics, and this is a wonderful example. And, well, if the promise of dark coat!13 wasn’t enough, this fic is just an absolutely fascinating look at the concept of the Valeyard in the context of the fobwatch from Flux, but focused on Yaz and her relationship with/perception of the Doctor. It’s such a good concept and so so wonderfully done! (also, if you’re a fan of thasmin, this author has a ton of stuff, so definitely go check it all out! For the less thasmin-inclined folks, I highly recommend Ipesity, which is one of my favourite post-TTC fics)
three points where two lines meet by Ymae (4k, 1 chapter, gen)
summary: The Doctor tries to get those memories back, and breaks herself, bit by bit.
//Oh man. This fic. I still remember when this one first posted and hoooooo boy, it is a hell of a gut-punch and absolutely wrenched my heart right out of my chest but HHHHHHHHH wow!! WOW. Genuinely, I think this fic rewrote my brain a little bit. It's set in the immediate aftermath of Once, Upon Time where the Doctor makes some very unwise decisions about trying to tug at her timeline and it's absolutely incredible. Very angsty, very whumpy, and full of a HUGE amount of the Doctor messing with timelines and very visceral, tangible descriptions of her timesense. It is such a treat, guys. And if you like this one and want something with similar vibes, I also highly recommend this post-flux fic by the same author!
Sheer Poetry! by Papapaldi (57k, 5 chapters, gen)
summary: Trapped within her own mind, the Doctor travels through an impossible house, with everyone she has ever been locked inside. Her body is an unresponsive, useless bag of flesh somewhere far and away in reality. The part of her brain that she knows, where her past resides, sits somewhere else entirely within the old machine. The Ravagers eat, buried memories beckon, and the Doctor's faith is shaken to its core. She will never be the same – but that's what she's all about, right? Incredible change.
//oh my days. THIS FIC, guys - look, I see the word count, I know, I know. This fic is a serious undertaking, but like so many things in life it is soooooo so worth it. Bucket loads of absolutely ASTOUNDING imagery, more references to Lungbarrow and Timewyrm Revelation than you can shake a stick at, BUT you don't need to have read those stories at all to enjoy this absolutely fantastic saga (put it like this - I've not read those books, and I had a whale of a time). Incredibly poetic, a little nonsensical in the best kind of way (it IS a mindscape fic) but startlingly funny and so beautifully in character. I laughed, I cried. This fic is just a love letter to everything Doctor Who, weaving all of canon into this beautiful, cohesive tapestry. I highly recommend. (and, if you're hungry for more and want tpotd content, there's an excellent sequel as well)
every step i choose to take (begins to set the world aflame) by SleepyMaddy (12k, 1 chapter, thoschei)
summary: In a spaceport lost in a remote quadrant of interstellar space, a Doctor who doesn’t know herself anymore runs into a Master who doesn’t know himself yet
// Ok so the sheer concept of this one ALONE is absolutely brilliant – the Doctor, escaping from the Division and half out of her head, bumps into the Master, who’s not long regenerated from Missy. And, guys. It’s fascinating. Seeing the Master right at the start, before he finds out everything that comes to define him in this era, and then having him meet a version of the Doctor who is quite a lot further along than him and just completely out of it? It’s like catnip to me, guys. And, of course, it’s all helped by the fact that the writing is absolutely brilliant – the characters are just absolutely spot on, which is quite an incredible feat seeing as they are both in very different places to where we see them in the show, yet they still manage to ring true throughout the whole thing. And also the mindscape imagery? The psychic whump? The emotional gut-punch that is the entire fic? Absolutely unparalleled. (also, if you’re a spydoc fan? Just help yourself out and read this author’s entire set of works, because it’s all fantastic)
see me bare my teeth for you by picnokinesis (16k, 1 chapter, gen)
summary: “Do you know your mission?”
//This is a bit of a cheeky self-rec, but, in my defence, if you're looking for flux fics, then I think you'll enjoy this one. I wrote it in the week after Village of the Angels aired, and it's basically all my thoughts and theories about what was going to happen in Survivors of the Flux thrown into a 16k oneshot. I was...mostly wrong HAHA but I’m still really proud of it. If you like division!doctor, then this one is for you
we're only dreaming (tell me who i am) by SpaceBetweenGalaxies (2k, 1 chapter, gen)
summary: more the-memory-house-is-Lungbarrow clowning
//ok, so if you were like me when flux was airing and absolutely lost your MIND over the illogical house which was a bit too on the nose regarding Lungbarrow related things, then THIS FIC IS FOR YOU. Absolutely brilliantly done, with some gorgeous imagery that I'm still thinking about to this day, and just a wonderfully unsettling exploration of the Doctor and how she picks at those cut off memories in the aftermath of the Flux
the stars are bound to change by emptypockets (9k, 1 chapter, gen)
summary: Being trisected across the universe has unexpected consequences for the Doctor, and Yaz is tasked with the responsibility of keeping her awake.
//ohhhhhh this fic is so wonderful!! It's that weird sweet spot of 'soft angst', where it hits where it hurts but at the same time the whole thing feels like it's wrapping you in a warm blanket. Augh!! Such a lovely portrayal of the Doctor and Yaz's dynamic - I adore how this author writes these two so much. An absolutely lovely (but angsty!) character exploration, with a healthy dose of whump and sleepiness on the side. What more could you want?
Everything by rowanthestrange (24k, 13 chapters, thasmin)
summary: In which Yaz wants to know everything, and the Doctor finally wants that too.
//Ok, so full disclosure, I don't read that much thasmin, but this fic, guys. It's just gorgeous. A beautifully written exploration of Yaz and her relationship with the Doctor in the aftermath of Flux, which explores the years Yaz spent in the past and how that changed her; the Doctor grappling with her identity issues and how that's changed her; as well as all sorts of other wonderful things besides. Another fic that had tears streaming down my face (the TARDIS chapter got me...). It's such a poignant, emotional fic, and it's very focused on character in a way that I really adore. If you like thasmin, this is an absolute must-read. If you're not a fan of thasmin, I recommend it anyway (- signed: a thoschei shipper) because it's just such a brilliant portrayal of these two.
#doctor who#thirteenth doctor#dw fic#yasmin khan#the doctor#the master#jodie whittaker#thoschei#spydoc#sacha dhawan#thasmin#fic#fic rec#doctor who flux#doctor who series 13#dwedit#taka edits#feel free to add more recs in the notes if you like!!#share the love!!#apologies for the wrong username on the hearts of stone one#because i made that edit so long ago that the author changed their name KSKSKSKSKS#but my editing programme has updated and completely changed??#so the settings I used to make that. are. not there anymore RIP ME#BUT AHHHHHH YES i've been meaning to make another one of these for AGES!!#anyway forgive me if i missed anyone's fics!!#honestly half the challenge is finding fics that like....i can find a screencap that WORKS for the story#which is a challenge in itself#there were a couple of others i also wanted to rec but the TITLES WERE TOO LONG#GUYS#like i know im part of the problem i KNOW
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HE ALMOST SURRENDERS TO THE KISS
HE WAS SUPPOSED TO SURRENDER TO THE KISS
IM SOBBING
#did I post abt this yet#I've had this in my mind for over a year now but ig I forgot to mention it here lol#no but I'm actually sobbing the way he did want to give in and kiss alice but decided against it to save her ☹️☹️#its not that obvious in the vid bc it all happens so quickly but u could see him soften up a bit after alice's line like :(#also semi side note I read a fic once years ago where alfred wasnt able to stop alice from kissing him in time and so they just wait the#sickness out together and it absolutely BROKE ME#give them their happy ending PLEASE#also for some reason a bunch of my abh libretto posts are getting traction again after almost a year#and out of all of em the stoned post is the most popular lmao#I love that there's still active members in this fandom#hi guys this is for yall <3#I should post abt abh more#alice spencer#alfred hallam#abh#alice by heart#doggo rambles
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i actually take it back. no one should read the tolling bells by @edsbacktattoo bc it will make tears inexplicably come out your eyeballs, even tho you're a strong, independent woman who doesn't show emotional vulnerability for normal mentally well reasons, and this will inevitably lead to a headache, and then you will spend the next several hours complaining to anyone who will listen that you have a headache, did you know i have a headache? my head really hurts, you guys
anyway, definitely don't read this, it may irrevocably alter your immortal soul in a way that is potent and yet indescribable with the words available to you in the english language. (idk about other languages, i haven't tried)
also, it might give you a headache. did i mention that part already? just sayin'
#definitely don't click that link#don't go and have your heart turned to stone#only to find that having it resume beating hurts even worse#-george washington voice- dying is easy young man living is harder#sure let's quote hamilton in a post about ofmd fanfiction let's just accept that's where this life has led us to why not#guys my head rly hurts#and i'm being so brave about it#(no i'm not)#(i'm being a whiny bb and i want someone to bring me four ibuprofen and a juice box)#i think i've lost the thread of these tags#i also might not have slept that long#a n y w a y#blackbonnet#blackbonnet fic#ofmd#ofmd fic
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Astrid would hate sailing, he thinks. She would especially hate sailing with Fjord and Jester. The chaos, the lack of hierarchy and the close quarters of it would make her mean and miserable. They could have hid away in their room together, waiting out the journey until they could escape the confines of the ship. The thought should be funny, and only makes his chest feel tight. She’s small enough that they could have shared a hammock, she might have made allowances for that kind of prolonged contact. Eadwulf would probably have slept on the floor anyways, to give her the space she needs.
He tries not to think about her, but his hand is reaching into his bag before he can stop it. The dark doesn’t matter, he knows the handkerchief and other items by touch alone. He holds it to his face for a moment, picturing that it still has Astrid’s smell. That she’d only just discarded it, frustrated with her imperfect stitching, and she hadn’t noticed him pocket it when she left to go study with Bren.
It’s been years since he collected this, and just as long since it stopped smelling like her. Eadwulf holds it tightly in his fist, feeling the other small things wrapped inside of it, and then he pushes it all back down to the bottom of his bag.
I miss you. I’m sorry it had to be like this, he thinks, as if she could hear him, and then I wish that was enough.
Read Chapter 2 Here
#eadwulf grieve#fjord stone#jester lavorre#critical role#a heart that howled fic#a life of little things series#my stuff#<3 the fealty trio back at it again#eadwulf is like a herding dog lmao he NEEDS work or he will pick tasks for himself#and nip your heels while doing so
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Awaken chapter three of my post RoTT fix-it Trollhunter! Strickler AU!
Strickler, reluctantly accompanied by Jim and Toby, heads down to Trollmarket to confront his Destiny and be judged by the Soothsayer.
With surprising results.
Not to mention has a run in with Draal that may have painted a target on his back...
Jim has difficulty dealing with everything.
#trollhunters#tales of arcadia#walter strickler#jim lake jr#Blinkous galadrigal#Aaarrrgghh#Vendel#Kanjigar the courageous#My fanfic#Awaken#Trollhunter! Strickler#Post RoTT#Sorry about how long it took to get this out I was working on this between prompts for Stricklake month#And I'm going to work on Challenging Destiny soon too! Not sure about Heart of Stone...#Cause I want to start drafting my spooky season fic
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Like I said earlier, this is fucking Gotham. Be a weirdo. Make your everyday clothing a costume, a statement, a piece of art. Get a tattoo. Get twenty. Be gay, do crime.
Be Gay, Do Crime.
#Q: I have a body of stone and a fiery heart and sooner or later my head and I will part. (What am I?)Soulace#ao3#fanfic#ao3 fanfic#ao3 fic#ao3 kudos#dc#dcu#tim drake#i need more fics like this#funny#Tim and the Riddler#edward nygma#kid tim drake#transfem#kinda#its there#in thought
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I appreciate that at least they stayed consistent with the Sword of the Creator being Crest of Flames-exclusive and, as such, Byleth can no longer use it post-CF and is shown using a normal sword instead in their solo and S-Supported Jeritza ending pictures; makes it all the more baffling that they're still alive despite their heart being destroyed and that the Sothis S-Support exists in that route, but i'll give them credit where it's due for keeping the SOTC's lore consistent.
Post Tru Piss, there's no Crest Stone left for the SoC!
So I'd say it's not that it's CoF exclusice, but rather something like without a crest stone, a relic, even the SoC, doesn't "work" anymore.
Adding insult to the injury though, Post!Tru Piss Billy uses Rhea's sword, aka, a Holy Weapon that could be used by everyone (human and nabatean!) and even heal non-crested people : Billy uses at the end of the "we will make a world for humans!" route a sword that conveyed coexistence between humans and nabateans...
Sothis' S-support in this route really felt odd, because she acknowledges Rhea at least, but has no words for her passing when Rhea died crying for her.
Some people tried to theorise that this Sothis isn't the one Rhea remembers so she wouldn't have feelings about her... but idk, it still feels dead wrong, especially since Sothis remembered feelings of joy and sadness in Zanado, and ultimately remembers how Rhea is a her kid thanks to the lullaby (and in SS when she "talks" to her).
If Sothis was a better written character and not accidently written to be the most toxic parent in the FE series, I'd maybe write something about her feeling so bad that, again, she was used to slaughter one of her own children (Nemesis first in Zanado, and now Billy in Tailtean) but as canon!Sothis is, I'm not really motivated to do something like this.
#anon#replies#Fodlan's worst mom#Tru Piss is a gut punch through and through lol#maybe on par with FE15 Alm 'we don't need gods humanity fuck yeah but plz mila can you heal the land before leaving?'#as for the billy still being alive even if the crest stone was destroyed#idk mate#maybe it's Sothis's final gift to make Billy's natural and defective heart function?#I've read some piece where Sothis made them live so they can despair and realise what they did#that was a nice fic#I'd have loved Tru Piss if at the end instead of the crest stone shattering it's Supreme Leader who axes Billy#or Billy asks for help because crest stone shattered and Supreme Leader tearfully says this is the last sacrifice she has to make#for her ideal world to come to fruition Billy is also a non human so they have to disappear but she will never forget them#or something in the lines of Katanagatari#expect that it's Togame who survives after killing Shichika like she planned#FE16
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Kat's beloved WIPS | Welcome to the New Year's reveal of
HEARTS OF STONE featuring THAEDA STONE
"I knew Valemen were proud, but I always assumed it was a kind of pride that made them virtuous," said Lady Catelyn.
"No. Just unbearable," admitted Thaeda and hid her viciously smiling mouth inside a cup filled with more clarrey.
inspo x inspo x inspo
Taglist: @samwilsonns, @kingsroad. Want to be added? Shoot me an ask!
#ocappreciation#fyeahasoiafocs#fyeahgotocs#fyeahgameofthronesocs#my ocs#oc: thaeda stone#catelyn stark#oc: marla borrell#fic: hearts of stone#m* edit#my writing#i have fried my brain and my software to bring you this
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op. op pls i devoured your fic rec list. do you have. perchance. more to share. pls. (if you want ofc) jason requires All the hugs. esp when he gets to be Safe in bruce or dick's arms again like they're protecting him even though hes all grown up now and doesn't need protecting but that's his Family and they Love Him op im having emotions (tone lighthearted i just think you have good taste in fics and am wondering if you would want to rec some more? no pressure LOL)
anon, this has to be one of the best compliments ive ever received in my life lmao thank u for saying i have good taste in fics 😂
ive got 10 more recs for ya! i tried to centre it on jason with bruce and/or dick but there are a couple that have an even focus on other siblings too. those will still have the good jason stuff in it tho. 😌😌
also this time not all of them are h/c lol soz some of them are just fluff 🙏 but they do all have good family feels!!! and im pretty sure jason gets hugs in most of them too haha.
anyways, onto some (more) good jason todd family feels gen fic! once again: word count rounded to the nearest thousand, and listed in no particular order.
The Cave by lurkinglurkerwholurks | 4k
jason and dick get stranded on an island and dick is injured so jay goes to explore the island on his own and finds a sketchy cave he goes to explore. shit happens. as a younger sibling myself, i found it pretty accurately captures the complexity and the depth of sibling feelings and relationships (esp dick's older brother-ness) in a situation thats been dialed to 11.
through the valley of the shadow by Goldmonger | 10k
jason gets captured and tortured and inadvisably makes his way out of the building even though he's exacerbating his wounds bc he doesnt want to risk waiting for a father bat that will never come. bruce does get there in time and jay recovers at the manor, to his great annoyance and reluctant warmth.
Ornaments by haunt_the_stars | 2k
it's the holidays & bruce is counting kids (checking in on them) when he finds jason crying by the christmas tree bc bruce buys them all a new ornament every year and jason doesnt have any after his death and it's not fair he missed out on so much of his youth. i cried reading this but it was also cute. (tbf, literally any time jason contemplates the teenage years he missed out on due to his death etc., i cry lol.)
and if only i could make a deal with god by foreverstudent | 21k
one of the ones with a more even focus on everyone. id actually say it's about bruce. feels are good tho, and jason does get a hug. the bat boys get sent back in time and find a bruce that just started being batman standing in front of his parents' graves and wondering if he should stop being batman to find happiness in marriage. the boys unanimously decide to convince bruce to give up the bat so he can be happy, even though it majorly risks their own futures (and in dami's case, his actual life).
Tap Out by coyote_nebula | 8k
jay's at a gala and gets poisoned and as he struggles to breathe (and his family panics), he contemplates all the other times he felt like he was gonna die. focuses heavily on the concept of tapping out as a way to practice boundaries, esp in his relationship w bruce.
You, Me, and the Humanity in Between by JUBE514 | 66k
this is kind of fantasy realism? and this is another fic that focuses more evenly on everyone. bruce keeps finding these kids that arent really human, adopting them and giving them a childhood (and family!) anyways. it's sweet and my favourite thing about it is that the boys all pass around bruce's gotham knights sweater for comfort clothing. also there's a part where john constantine is like "h o w do you keep finding them?!?!" it's good lol. ah and i just love when stories explore what it means to be human.
The 70 Days After Groundhog Day by Ptelea | 44k
this is a dick pov fic that goes through the aftermath of a time loop only jason remembers. it's not often you get to read about the after effects instead of the time loop itself, which i thought was cool, and it goes into the way jason and his relationship to the family has changed bc of this thing only he remembers. focuses most heavily on dick & jay.
Commencement by ivy_and_ivory | 3k
jason invites bruce to his uni graduation :') what i like the most is that jason's not just thinking of how he feels now, he's thinking about how he'll feel in the future. he might still feel weird about bruce now but in the future he thinks he'll have wanted b to be there. it makes me so soft to read about this jason that's looking toward the future again, instead of focusing on his death and his past.
The Bedtime Chronicles by SillySunshine | 5k (series)
the rule is, as long as bruce can pick you up, he can still ground you. 😤 the first fic is robin jason and it's all v fluffy and adorable. the second fic is red hood jason so it's angsty and then hilarious (obvs b can still pick him up) and then fluffy. we love sappy father & son fic in this house!
pantry by envysparkler | 4k
one by one, jason's siblings congregate in his apartment to get away from bruce/seek refuge after a hard day/generally annoy him. jay-centric, tho all the siblings + bruce star pretty equally. fluff & humour! spoiler alert: eventually he escapes to the manor lmao.
#rei replies#jason todd#fic recs#batfamily#it took me a hot second to pick 10 that fit the criteria u mentioned anon lol#jason is now officially my number one most bookmarked character 🥲#'you me and the humanity in between' has my whole heart lol it's so INTERESTING#dick is this wooden doll that gains sentience after years of being cherished by the grayson family#jay is part of the soul of gotham come alive from the city's stone#tim is a statue that was part of a grave of a boy that died a long time ago.#his parents found the grave and the statue boy on a dig and brought him home as an artefact to be admired from behind a glass case#and dami is completely human.#anyways clark gets kinda freaked out cuz the first three robins dont have heartbeats lol#it's good stuff!!!!!!
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Stone Heart - Part One
Moodboard by @acrossthesestars
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Steven Grant x Demisexual!Reader
Word count: 1.5k
Tags: Just pure cotton candy fluff
Summary: Maybe Steven’s one-sided friendship isn’t so one-sided after all... AKA a Moon Knight Pygmalion AU
Author’s Note: You can thank @letterfromvienna for encouraging me to turn this silly little idea from a throwaway idea to a two part bit of self-indulgent, romantic fluff, and for contributing some wonderful ideas and bits of dialogue. Thank you also to @acrossthesestars for endless support in the form of proofreading, hand holding, and mood board making. I love you so much, my crow. 🖤
Steven can’t remember the first time he decided to take his break in the classical statuary gallery rather than the usual staff canteen. He’d tried eating there first, hoping to befriend some of his new coworkers. Months into working at the British Museum though, most of them remain politely disinterested in getting to know him.
He’d tried, really he had. Memorizing the names of their kids, remembering birthdays, letting them vent about their days. He’d even tried to organize after hours meet ups but after one too nights sitting at a bar surrounded by empty stools, silent phone in hand, he’d given up. He’s too talkative, too excitable, too… much.
It’s easier this way, retreating to the overlooked room tucked behind the Parthenon sculptures. That area is always swarmed with guests eager to see the Elgin Marbles. Steven avoids it. The idea of all those stolen artifacts in one place makes his neck itch. Granted, the museum is filled with those sorts of objects but somehow the sculptures and friezes in that room (at least, the ones not missing their heads) seem to glare down at him accusingly.
He much prefers your gallery. Sunlight streams in from banks of antique windows, painting the marble-clad room in shifting shades as the light changes. Blush pink and champagne gold in the morning, cool green in the afternoon when it filters in through vining ivy. His favorite time to visit is in the velvety blue nighttime when the lights are dimmed and moonlight glints off milk-white stone. It’s magical then, easier to imagine that the statues are just on the verge of leaping out of the shadows, bending closer to hear his late-night chatter.
Each one is familiar. The hunter, endlessly pursuing a stag he’ll never reach. The musician strumming her lyre. The bull-headed minotaur pondering his strange existence (“You and me both, mate.”) Steven’s walked the floor enough times to know them all from every angle. Knows every raised stone eyebrow and deceptively animated hand gesture. Time and again though, he finds himself drawn to the far left corner.
To you.
“Hullo!” He greets you with a half-wave and a shy smile, a brown paper bag clutched in his hand as always. “What’ve I missed?”
He eats slowly, contentedly, imagining you telling him about the day’s visitors or any new additions to the gallery. He’s not mad. He knows you’ll never truly speak to him. Your lips may be quirked in amusement, your eyes kind and somehow knowing, but you’re still a statue.
But hey, everyone has their flaws and Steven, spending his breaks on the bench beside your plinth, isn’t one to judge. You’re a good listener and while he wishes he could be the same for you, he appreciates the patient way you let him natter on. He tells you about his days, the postcards his mum sends, dogs he stopped to pet on his way in to work. Most of all, he tells you about his work in the museum.
“Did you see that new Ennead poster they have downstairs? It’s missing two of the gods. Two! I mean, I know marketing is busy but that’s a bit of an oversight, innit?”
“I told you about Donna, yeah? My boss in the gift shop? She’s making me stay late for inventory. Again. And the inventory she’s got me doing - you should see it. Boxes and boxes of Anubis plushies, just piles of the things. I’m all for getting the kids interested but it just seems weird to have little stuffed death gods all over the place.”
“You’ll never believe it. Remember the new hire I told you about? AJ? They quit. They didn’t even make it two weeks and oh, you should have seen Donna’s face when they told her off. It’s almost worth the extra shifts I’ve had to pick up.”
“Oh, I meant to tell you. The museum cafe has a gelato section now. You probably didn’t have gelato. Erm, like, a softer ice cream sort of thing? But I guess you didn’t have ice cream either… I don’t either, really. But they do have some nice fruit sorbets. Oo, like this mango raspberry one…”
It’s not all museum talk, though. Steven talks to you about archaeology journals he’s read, discoveries made and theories shared. He makes an effort to share details relevant to what he imagines to be your origin, but that’s proven difficult.
The plaque beneath your feet is scant on details (“Stone Maiden. Date unknown. Artist unknown. Marble.”) and even his own research hasn’t turned up much additional information. According to a researcher in the Antiquities department, experts disagree on when your sculpture was made, and even how. It’s so detailed, almost uncannily so, leading experts to argue whether a classical sculptor would even have been capable of sculpting such life-like precision.
He does his best. From the wreath of roses carefully woven through your braided hair, he guesses that you might have been a gardener. Your garb is fairly modest for a classical statue, though it’s gauzy and evokes sheer, clinging material so well he’d blushed the first time he saw you. He can’t tell much from that, but the scroll clutched in one hand suggests an interest in learning. He likes to imagine you slipping out of a sun-drenched villa to read in the shade of an olive tree. No, a willow, somewhere with cool water you can dangle your bare feet in. On especially rough days, Steven likes to imagine sitting down beside you and asking every question he’s ever had about you and your life, and what your voice might sound like if you had one to answer him with.
As the months slip past, Steven finds himself sharing more intimate glimpses into his life.
“His name is Gus! He’s just got the one fin, bless him, but you’d never know it with how he zips around. I’m not sure the bowl is big enough though. Should I get him a tank, do you think?”
“She never showed. Said something about me having the wrong day but that doesn’t seem possible, I think I would have remembered having a date, hello!”
“Yeah, so, the ankle restraints are helping with the sleepwalking. Maybe it’s for the best that dating hasn’t been working out - who wants to come back to a flat with ankle restraints and heaps of books everywhere? Besides, I think the place might be haunted? I’m the only one there but I can’t tell you how many times I put something down in one place and it turns up in another. So, unless Gus is some sort of rapidly evolving ‘super goldfish’…”
He comes to rely on these times with you, feeling more at ease than he does around Donna, whose expectations he’ll never meet or his co-workers, too absorbed in their own duties to pay much attention to an aspiring Egyptologist who can barely hold down a position in the gift shop. At least you’re always there to listen.
“I brought the new issue of Current Archaeology. The cover story’s about Dr. Salima Ikram’s latest discovery in Saqqara and oh, she’s just fantastic. Here, listen to this…”
“Are Oreos really vegan? I thought they were when I packed some for lunch but now I’m not sure… Maybe I’d better not. D’you want one? I’ll leave one here, yeah?”
“Ok this is silly but… I saw this flower on my way to work. It’s a peony, I think? Someone left it on the bus and it made me think of you. I imagine you don’t get to see many flowers and you might miss your garden, so, here.”
He wonders sometimes if he’s being a coward, or a fool, spending so much time and energy speaking to someone who will never talk back. Is it fear of rejection that keeps him coming back to you again and again?
It’s possible. But maybe it’s something else. The recognition of a kindred spirit, albeit one locked in marble. The dream that maybe, just maybe, his friendship could mean something to you, too.
It may be fantasy but it’s also the one moment in his day where he feels less alone.
Which is why when he walks into your gallery the next day to find your plinth empty and his usual bench occupied by a woman who looks oddly, impossibly familiar, the cardboard box in his arms crashes to the ground.
Part Two
#Steven Grant#Steven Grant x Reader#Steven Grant X Fem!Reader#Steven Grant x F!Reader#Moon Knight#Fic#My fic#Stone Heart
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Nurse Enid to The Rescue!
A sick fic requested by @straightchillin1607
And also a snuggle fic requested by @drunkenbartend
Here’s the ao3 link if you wanna read it there!
But if you’d like to read it here, then click continue reading :)
Enid woke up early.
She usually woke up early, with plenty of time to wake up before classes began. But the sun hadn’t even come up yet. Her eyes were greeted with the soft glow of the fairy lights she strung above her bed. Rain tapped ever so gently on the big round window in her dark dorm room. The mountain of plush animals and blankets kept her warm from the storm outside. Soft sounds of thunder rumbled gently in the distance.
After a moment of drowsiness, Enid had realized why she had woken up from her cozy slumber. She turned in her bed to face Wednesday in the bed on her half of the room. A cacophony of coughs and groans emerged from Wednesday’s bed as she tossed and turned in her sleep. Enid sat up, turned on the lamp on her crowded night stand, and put on her colorful rainbow unicorn slippers. She shuffled over to Wednesday’s bed quietly. She knelt down right next to her bed. Wednesday’s sweaty face was slightly illuminated by the light from Enid’s lamp.
“Wednesday… are you okay?” she whispered. She shook her gently to get her attention.
All Wednesday could do was moan in response and cough.
Enid placed the back of her hand on Wednesday’s forehead. It was alarmingly warm. Like Wednesday’s heart, her body temperature was usually quite cold. “Oh my God! You’re burning up!” Enid whispered hastily. She got up and knocked on Wednesday’s desk to awaken Thing. The hand groggily crawled out of the drawer. “Wednesday is sick. Can you go get a wet towel from the dorm bathroom please?” Thing made a motion of understandment and quickly scurried out of the room.
More coughs erupted from Wednesday. Enid put her hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder in response. “What’s going on, Weds?”
“My throat feels as if I'm swallowing daggers. Every infernal cough sends a rush of pain through my body. Everything feels so hot. I hate sweat. I cannot wait for the sweet release of death,” Wednesday mumbled out. She looked up at Enid. Her big brown eyes filled with a type of despair that was clearly not like the despair she likes. Enid felt her heartstrings be pulled at the sight.
“Shh… shh… I know, I know… you’ll be ok,” she assured her. Enid grabbed Wednesday’s warm hand that was dangling off the side of the bed and held it.
After a few minutes, Thing came back with a small wet towel. Enid thanked Thing and he ran back to his drawer to sleep. She placed the towel on Wednesday’s forehead. Wednesday let out a noise of relief. “There we go… feels nice, huh?” Enid said warmly. Wednesday squirmed and nodded in response. When the towel became warm and Wednesday affirmed she did not feel as hot anymore, Enid sighed out, “When the sun comes out, I’ll take you to the nurse so she can look out for you, okay?”
As Enid tried to go back to her bed, she was held back by Wednesday’s hand still holding onto hers. Enid turned her head around confused. ”Don’t go…” Wednesday pleaded weakly. Enid was nearly horrified at Wednesday’s state. Never could she have ever imagined Wednesday acting affectionate in any shape or form. She really was sick, Enid thought. Enid returned to her girlfriend’s side.
“Sleep in my bed tonight? Please,” Wednesday coughed.
Enid couldn’t believe it. She must have been dreaming or hallucinating. She felt excitement grow inside of her. Enid had been trying to reassure Wednesday that she can be more affectionate when they’re alone. And this time felt perfect. “Are you sure?“ Enid asked, smiling.
“If you make me ask you again, I will put you in a cardboard box outside of a gas station that has ‘free mutt’ written on the front of it,” Wednesday responded in her usual cold tone.
Enid nearly jumped onto the opposite side of Wednesday’s bed. She laid on her side facing Wednesday’s back and pulled her closely towards her. Her body wasn’t as warm as it was earlier, but she still felt pleasant to hold. She held onto her tightly and buried her face in Wednesday’s dark, unbraided hair.
“Is this okay?” Enid asked.
“Yes,” Wednesday confirmed.
Wednesday was too sick and tired to complain about how “affectionate and gross” she was snuggling her, which to her sounded like a better excuse than admitting that she was actually loving every second of it. Wednesday felt all of her pains melt away in Enid’s arms. She felt as if she could finally breathe again after a horrible night.
Enid was the first to fall asleep, snoring softly after five minutes of laying together. Wednesday closed her eyes too, knowing in the morning she’ll wake up safe and sound thanks to her hero, nurse, and girlfriend.
#wenclair#enid sinclair#wednesday addams#wednesday 2022#lesbian wednesday addams#lesbian enid sinclair#Rusty fics#gay cuddling#sickfic#sick Wednesday#Nurse Thing best nurse#Enid’s heart melts a few times#it’s ok#read on ao3#or here#killed two birds with one stone on this one
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That moment when ............ as he tries to take her photo, John is certain that ..........
#john stones imagine#romance is not dead#that moment when#if i had a photograph of you#soppy romantic at heart#mcfc player#js5#inspired by fics by @lc-fics
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Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Fjord/Jester Lavorre, Fjord/Eadwulf Grieve, Eadwulf Grieve/Jester Lavorre, Fjord/Eadwulf Grieve/Jester Lavorre, Fjord & Eadwulf Grieve, Past Fjord/Sabian
Series: Part 4 of A Life of Little Things
Summary:
The connective tissue in all of his greatest mistakes is that Eadwulf allowed himself to love his Masters. Every Master he swore to serve, and protect, and he turned on them for the next. An unending chain of betrayal. A pattern of dangerous behavior.
He must kill the human heart in him. The one that lingers, against all odds, and leads him into disgrace.
You are a dog, he writes in his notebook. Fjord and Jester sleep on, oblivious, you are a dog. You are a tool. You are a weapon. You are not a man. Be a dog. BE A DOG.
Or
Traveling with Fjord and Jester has established a new normal for Eadwulf’s life: that nothing will ever be the same again. It’s hard to let go of the past, especially with the carnage he left behind in Rexxentrum. And he’s not the only one grappling with changes...
READ CHAPTER 01 HERE
#eadwulf grieve#fjord stone#jester lavorre#critical role#ITS HERE ITS TIME!!!!!! FEALTY 2 IS LIIIIIVVEEEEEE#a life of little things series#a heart that howled fic#my stuff
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South park fan
#alas….unfortunately I am#ask#anon#tag edit: oof yeah probs shouldn’t have rambled in the tags about writing sp fics on that prev post op got mad at me :(#in all fairness I used to be the exact same way and then I actually watched the show#and then begrudgingly had to acknowledge the writing was actually good#the show has a lot of shitty ppl who are fans but the reasons they like the show#like using Cartman’s antisemitism to justify their own bigotry#are 1000% NOT the same reasons I like the show#it’s very hit or miss and some eps are absolutely vile but the ones that hit#have some damn good writing. there’s a reason why trey parker is so prolific. the guy knows his shit#not only in tv writing but songwriting and writing the book of mormon#which won best musical so. you have to admit he’s talented at his craft even if some of the shit he writes makes me wanna throw up#because he specifically wrote it to make the audience uncomfortable. he and matt stone are provocateurs#but if you listen to the commentary or see the show beyond a surface level you’ll see it has a surprising amount of heart#I know that’s shocking for a non-fan for me to acknowledge that but. idk man don’t harass me over it you can block me if you’re#that uncomfortable#ok tag ramble over#FUCK TAG EDIT AGAIN: yeah I deleted my reblog op was getting upset and I don’t wanna invite harassment towards myself or him#I’m not about to fuck with anti sp ppl esp minors I don’t have a death wish
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Heart of Stone chapter 19: Fallen (Jim POV)
With Gunmar moving forward in his plan to bring about the eternal night, Jim and Co get ready to race Gunmar to the Staff of Avalon. But not before some unexpected guests arrive...
Strickler comes to a decision.
That Jim’s life is worth a sacrifice.
#trollhunters#tales of arcadia#walter strickler#jim lake jr#barbara lake#Douxie#claire nuñez#toby domzalski#Everyone is basically in this chapter#Some fluff and then major angst#I've been dreading/anticipating this chapter for a while#Sorry not sorry for what I'm about to do#But don't worry! Take a good look at the tags on the fic and hope may be found#Heart of Stone
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Fourth and final chapter of the fic that was supposed to be a one-shot cranking out some angst for Olgierd Von Everec, but alas, it grew, and became an industry-sized factory still cranking out angst for Olgierd. Ach so!
Anypoo, please enjoy the end.
@poetikat @gustfields @andordean
CHAPTER 4
I caught you weak
In that blinking eye
You're mine to take
- A Body of Your Own, Maraton, 2022
Finally, he was here.
For the second time today, Olgierd found himself standing outside the double doors leading to his and Iris’ bedroom, although this time he was in the peculiar and really rather terrifying alternate reality painted in all the hues and nuances of Iris’ pain and fears.
His walk from his study and toward the bedroom across the landing opposite the study had happily been uneventful, and in all honesty, Olgierd thought he had had quite enough of nightmares to last several lifetimes. He put his hand on the door in front of him, sliding his fingertips over the varnished oakwood, hesitant to go in. He was afraid of what he might or might not find on the other side, and it staid his hand.
I’ve come this far, though…
Drawing in a deep breath and steeling himself against the unknown on the other side, he pushed down the handle and let the door swing open. The room was warmly lit, but the texture of the room wasn’t anything like what had come before, but rather it looked exactly as he remembered from when he had still lived here together with Iris. As he stepped inside, he noticed that the washbasin sat where he remembered, the same books lined shelves, the rugs laid where they once had, even the bedding was the same, but there was no Iris to be found.
Slightly nervous that there might still be more trials for him to traverse, he walked to the small ensuite to his left, which Iris had used as her atelier. Pushing open the door, a solitary candle stood on a small round table of raw wood next to a canvas that faced away from him. Even though he had acquired a slight wariness of portraits, he was still too curious not to take a closer look, and what he found unexpectedly warmed his heart to its core. The portrait depicted the two of them, Iris perched on an ottoman and smiling, gazing happily and lovingly up at Olgierd as he stood above her holding the violet rose, his head inclined down towards her.
He studied it for a while, trying to imprint the picture into his mind as he felt something in his throat constrict slightly.
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Read the rest on AO3 here.
#olgierd von everec#vlodimir von everec#iris von everec#the witcher 3 DLC#Hearts of Stone DLC#ao3 fic
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