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egoiistas · 6 years

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open fire

Happy birthday to @the-flame-and-hawks-eye! Shay, you wonderful, affable, incredibly positive bean!! I hope you have an incredible day today, but first, I gotta ruin the angst queen’s day with some angst. alternatively titled: through fire and flames bc rilie. HAHA.

Rated: M - Major Character Death - its not terribly graphic, but I wouldn’t rec for a queasy stomach Words: ~1400 || implied Royai; lust!roy

White walls were as bright as he remembered them. For the second time, he thought how no room should ever be this white - this blinding. It’s just bad decor, he had joked before. Along with the imposing doors and tacky colored circle above it. That was after they had won, after their reprieve when all that was left of the undying creature were the scorch marks darkly coloring the matching floors.

A voice angrily protested, shouted at him, tried to bargain with him, because it knew it was back in the place where it had died before, and it would die here again.

Just a small moment of consciousness, only a single moment to spare.

The homunculus had been knocked off and lost control of his body and he wouldn’t dare take it for granted. He’d take the promise he made Riza uphold and execute it himself.

Roy Mustang was already dead.

What remained now was his body being used in his stead. If there was no release from this, then he refused to comply. His body, his face would not be used for their agenda. He was not a puppet, he was not a flesh bag to be used. He was human and so were the thousands of souls striking a cacophonous chord in his ears.

Roy’s hand struggled, fighting for control, and he grabbed the jagged piece of glass and pierced his skin. The homunculus snarled within and the philosopher’s stone was a force to reckon with, but he needed this will. So, he borrowed it. From Hughes, Havoc, Fuery, Breda, Falman.

Riza.

Most of all from her. He remembered the bright day in his dark office where she willingly accepted the coin of her duty: on one side his bodyguard and on the other, his executioner. She accepted it despite the consequences of killing a superior officer, despite their past. She accepted it. While part of him felt she’d resign, another knew very well that she blamed herself for his mistakes, how he mishandled her trust. How her gift of fire didn’t spare her either.

Well, Riza, you won’t have to worry much longer.

He carved the tail end of the salamander on the back of his hand for the second time of his life. It bled and spilled all over, smearing his skin with a red dye. Struggling, he pushed himself against the wall Alphonse transmuted and readied himself when he realized too little, too late…

The flint.

How could he forget the flint, the spark, the very purpose of his gloves - How? His hand began to tingle, the threat of regeneration; if he lost his resolve, he’d lose the control.

You’re useless. Incompetent. Give up now.

Roy focused. He wouldn’t fail them; he refused that too. Gleaming in his peripheral was the metal parts from Barry the Chopper. He laughed inwardly at this serial killer’s usefulness two times over after his supposed and literal death.

He tried to stand, but his legs were like concrete blocks; they weighed him down, fought him - his own body, damn it all. He shifted his center of his gravity, tipping himself over and harshly landing on the hard ground, in an attempt to crawl across the cemented floor.

He didn’t know how the putrid stench of decaying body missed him earlier, but it grew in intensity the closer he got. He gagged. It must’ve been here for weeks and the carcass was hardly recognizable as the bones rested over the armor

You... You’d rather burn than seeing them again? Seeing her again?

Roy smirked. He wouldn’t give it fodder. If it was trying to convince him by words, it meant it was getting desperate. These creatures, these monsters, they don’t act by airy words and empty threats; they have the power to create wars, form nations, and spill thousands of innocents’ blood. Why did it bother? Was it because he had a chance or was their confidence in their abilities to blame? That was their folly before, it underestimated him in its previous body, left him for dead. As he grabbed a stretch of metal with scratched red markings on it, it became angrier.

You will not do this! And you’re a fool thinking you’ll succeed because you won’t!

Another mistake. It bolstered his resolve. He could do this because he’s known to respond oppositely and competitively to those who don’t believe in him, because he forces them believe in him. Kicking his feet back to the wall became a much simpler task and the howling from the homunculus was no louder than the souls circling the vortex.

Roy straightened himself against side the barrier where Riza and Alphonse took shelter and now he would mark this side, with the large doors behind him. Another coin, he thought and he and the homunculus Lust would be etched on both sides. He would complete the process. He pulled his arm back, molecules transmuting in the air around him, and he struck the metal to the stone.

The flame burst from the spark. Engulfed his body, he cried and yelled. It echoed in the room as it burned him to the bone - to his soul. He gave the homunculus the chance to the restore the rest of his body, barring his hand. He struck the metal again and it brought him to his knees. He couldn’t breathe. It burned his lungs. The fire entered and incinerated a path into his lungs ruthlessly. He was breathing liquid fire and he almost lost consciousness because of it.

Weak, it hissed. Weak!

The metal sparked again and he thought of the thousands who died by his hand. He was living through what they lived through, but he’d never make up the numbers. He thought of the last Ishvalan who sat with his dog, tired and defeat and cursed him in his last breath, and it helped strike the wall again.

What about your team? Your men? You’ll just leave them like this.

How dare it. How dare it bring them up. The very people he was torn away from for this. It was their loyalty, their belief in him that would get him through this even as his flesh sloughed off the bone. His throat was expended by this point and he remembered how long it took for it to die the first time. He’d have to continue until the electricity would stop regenerating him, until he, too, let the fire consume him completely and turn him to dust.

You’d leave her, just like that? The last time she thought you were dead she wished for death, begged for it. She’s still alive now because she thinks you are too.

He hesitated and the red sparks crackled in his ear and the light danced over the surface of the stone.

That’s right, she was going to let herself die because she thought I had killed you. You’d be sending her to her grave. Another one of your men dying because you couldn’t save them? What kind of commander-

In the middle of the enraged din, Roy hit the stone forcefully with grit teeth and the metal piece pierced the soft flesh of his palm. It’d be for her that he’d do this. Through this fire, through this pain. To rid completely of the burden she’d given him. He’d fail at creating a better world for her, for them. She’d understand. She’d understand, he thought, pleaded, begged as the fire incinerated him to his soul.

At the very end, it wasn’t pain he felt, it was the visions he saw right before he realized they had both reached their limit. Her blonde hair, her chestnut eyes - how they’d turn soft when she smiled. It was the smallest smile that would leave him in the biggest puddle.

He thought to strike metal to stone one last time for good measure, but everything was now quiet.

Five minutes elapsed from the moment of the phone call to her arrival below Laboratory Three. They’d excavated the wall after the disturbing noises and trembling noises below their feet.

They were right to call her after they had identified what was left of her missing colonel and they had warned her, but she pushed past the bodies.

What was left of him lied in a black bed of ashes, clutching a part of Barry’s armor to his chest and a transmutation circle newly etched into the back of his hand. And nothing, nothing could stop her from her knees hitting the ground painfully and letting the tears freefall as he looked right at her, a satisfied smirk on his lips, transmutations marks on his cheeks, and eyes that told her “I’m sorry.”

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ao3feed-davekat · 6 years

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Ghost Writer

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2QEr9eg

by Crazyartdad

God ok how do I summarize a fan fiction?

Dave and Karkat grow up in a foster home together and made a promise to move to the city and make music together but then Dave fucks up Karkats face in a car accident and they dont talk for a few years. Dave later moves on and gets famous while Karkat has to go through a few things before becoming a ghost writer.

Roxy now a popstar gives Karkat free reigns to make an album of his own under her voice and Dave hears about it and hes trying not to fuck things up. blah blah blah slow burn

blah blah blah getting back together confessing feelings blah blah blah angst and shit its a good story guys I promise.

“ So your a ghost writer and a comedian hu?” says a heavy accent. You look at his dark dress shirt and tie undone around his neck as well as the gold watch that probably cost more than a grand on his wrist, without thinking you repeat what he said but lay on the accent thicker than normal. “Making fun of me already hu?, I came here with a good attitude but sure ill fuck off” “Oh please you should take it as a complement”

Words: 926, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Homestuck

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Karkat Vantas, Dave Strider, Rose Lalonde, Kanaya Maryam, Porrim Maryam, The Dolorosa (Homestuck), Kankri Vantas, Dirk Strider, Roxy Lalonde, Gamzee Makara

Relationships: DaveKat, Rosemary - Relationship

Additional Tags: Foster Care, Past Abuse, mentions of depression, Car Accident, facial scarring, slowburn, Trying to get better, mentions of self harm, ie drinking/sleeping around, Bickering, Fighting, the tags makes this sound horriable but its pretty much just agnst with a nice twist, Angst with a Happy Ending, there we go I like that tag, sex later on in chapters, blowjob, Inspired by Music, Song fic, Taylor Swift - Freeform, kendrick lamar - Freeform, Lady GaGa - Freeform

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2QEr9eg

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #davekat #homestuck

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ao3feed-dirkjake · 6 years

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Ghost Writer

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2QEr9eg

by Crazyartdad

God ok how do I summarize a fan fiction?

Roxy now a popstar gives Karkat free reigns to make an album of his own under her voice and Dave hears about it and hes trying not to fuck things up. blah blah blah slow burn

blah blah blah getting back together confessing feelings blah blah blah angst and shit its a good story guys I promise.

Words: 5564, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Homestuck

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Karkat Vantas, Dave Strider, Rose Lalonde, Kanaya Maryam, Porrim Maryam, The Dolorosa (Homestuck), Kankri Vantas, Dirk Strider, Roxy Lalonde, Gamzee Makara

Relationships: DaveKat, Rosemary - Relationship, gamkar, Dirkat - Relationship, DirkJake

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2QEr9eg

#ao3feed #fanfic #jakedirk #fanfic references #homestuck #fic #fanfiction

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ao3feed-rosekan · 6 years

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Ghost Writer

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2QEr9eg

by Crazyartdad

God ok how do I summarize a fan fiction?

Roxy now a popstar gives Karkat free reigns to make an album of his own under her voice and Dave hears about it and hes trying not to fuck things up. blah blah blah slow burn

blah blah blah getting back together confessing feelings blah blah blah angst and shit its a good story guys I promise.

Words: 926, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Homestuck

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Karkat Vantas, Dave Strider, Rose Lalonde, Kanaya Maryam, Porrim Maryam, The Dolorosa (Homestuck), Kankri Vantas, Dirk Strider, Roxy Lalonde, Gamzee Makara

Relationships: DaveKat, Rosemary - Relationship

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2QEr9eg

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #rosemary #homestuck

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