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ivyprism · 1 month

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Underverse Opening Brain Creator Thoughts

Warning: Blood, death, devastation, violence, lots of it, not great written fight scenes, creator rambles.

"In the face of tension, pain and devastation... The connection that's between our hearts..." Cue the showcase of many skeleton boys as well as their respective sonas. "Is reaching through the time!" It then cuts to Ivy startling and then looking over as her eyes widen in horror as it cuts to the title card. "Through the time!" It showcases someone smirking at her as others surround them.

Then, as it continues, it shows a fight between Dusk and Bliss before it cuts to another fight. The fighting continues as someone seems to interrupt it and the twins look over in horror.

It shows a variety of scenes after:

It then shows Marguerite tensing and looking over.

Willow fixed her scarf and looked away.

Primrose holding a piece of fabric before she looks up.

It shows Nerium moving her hand from her cheek to under her chin.

Then it shows Flori pulling her hair free of a ponytail.

It shows Marigold dancing happily as she pauses to glance over and Primula stops dancing as water that was floating falls around her.

Azalea rests her hand on her chest as she startles and looks around.

It shows Hollyhock biting her lip as she then reaches out towards something glowing.

It shows Ivy gripping her necklace as her magic glows and then she closes her eyes as the camera pans.

"You, so tired and cold stand here, between the worlds..." It shows Tusche and Lenovo waking up with their brothers confused as children. They have some people reaching for them. "Each of them you saw get broken to the core..." It then shows the dust of the people and then their conflict as it grew. "Dark is creeping closer..." It shows someone writing and then smirking as a creature comes to life. "Spark in your heart's frozen..." It shows a ghost skeleton monster glance over, her eyes glowing before she turns to mist. The camera pans... "There's nothing left anymore." It shows an angel skeleton monster yelling and reaching before the AU falls apart around them.

"When a dream turns into a nightmare!" It shows Dusk and Bliss facing off but then time cuts to them as Myrsky soothes Bliss and Archemoros fights Dusk in a looming large form. "Truth is right there!" It shows Archemoros besting Dusk, but then it cuts... "Gotta stay determined! (Listen to your heart and let it be your guiding star!)" Ivy is stranded in the anti-void as mechanical creatures surround her and she stays frozen. Her eyes widen in horror as an attack, but before it hits a skeleton with a mask scoops her up.

"Fight to push back the night!" It shows Acrylic using paints as Virus uses his strings. Comet and Umbra tag team as the creatures attack with beams and a figure looms above them. "No matter the pain and this plain devastation!" It shows Dusk and Bliss working together as Tusche and Lenovo work to push back the creatures. Cecilia and Poison help fight back as well. "For all the creations' sake -" It shows the masked skeleton avoiding attacks and weaving through as the princess carries Ivy. "Do not be afraid!" Ivy blinks in surprise.

"Together, we'll save everything-!" It shows Marguerite and Willow back to back as Marguerite grows confident and Willow seems angry. Nerium guards Flori as Primula and Marigold dance circles around the enemies. Azalea is healing while clasping her hands together and looking up. Primrose is helping heal with Azalea. "and make a new alternation!" It then cuts to Hollyhock, barely holding on, bleeding as she reaches for the "Break the Barrier button" and she hits it as she falls.

Time resets... And Ivy wakes up.

"Has this all been planned by one infernal hand?" It shows the enemy talking to someone as he finishes his next bot. "Made to play their role, the universes fall..." It shows Senna sitting in the void as she writes something down. She clenches her teeth as flowers bloom on her neck. "Lies are spreading fast, and lives get turned to dust..." It shows Senna lowering her pen as she sees the constant fighting of the Outcode group and looks displeased. "Is this deserved by them all?"

"Gotta step in, stop the daydream." Senna looks even more displeased as the fighting grows worse. She looks at her hands, she has to do something. "Your hearts filling with determination!" She wants them to survive this time. She wants everyone to survive.... She'll deal with this. "(Cannot pick the bridge when it's already time to cross!)" She steps forward a lightning strike forms as she raises her hand.

"Fight to bring back the light!" It shows the Outcode fighting before Senna decides to finally intervene. She moves forward as she their attacks deflect off her and her mask holds strong. "There won't be a sign of divine intervention!" It then cuts to a nasty fight between the enemy and the group, but now they're in unison.

"To save this dimension -!" It shows Captain and Cardinal tag teaming enemies together. Brass and Jet smoothly avoid fighting as they take out enemies together. Clove is protecting Hydra as Cinnamon heals Hydrangea and Harper. Glamour and Caramel are caring the back as the Dance boys dance around their enemies. Vanilla is carrying his brother as he shows off, but then it shows.... "Go, let's rise from below!" It shows Navy and Ebony joining the fray as they attack. It shows Sentinel and the other Angels not backing off as they're backed by the demons. "We have to take it all in our hands and show our true determination!" It shows the skeletons all joined together, but as Ivy ran, she fell into a crack and the skeleton who grabbed her reached for her. He falls after her.

It shows the two free-falling as Ivy seems to recall something.

"In the face of tension, pain and devastation... The connection that's between our hearts..." It shows Ivy sitting in a group of blurry and distorted groups as she stands by a familiar masked skeleton.

"Ivy!" The voice of the skeleton breaks her out as he reaches for her father.

"Is reaching through the time!" Ivy's eyes are blurred as she remembers her friends, the war, the death... All the death... "What's this feeling in my heart?" Ivy slowly reaches back as her eyes slowly unblur and she recalls who's reaching for her. "We're connected, though apart..." She can see her soul as his reaches for her.

"In the face of tension, pain, and devastation..." Ivy opens her mouth, willing it to work. She recalls everything as her soul glows more and her magic engulfs his. "Now I know I am filled with determination!"

"Honeycomb!" Her voice finally worked as he grabbed her hand and they're back in the fray.

"Live! You gotta believe!" As Ivy comes to, Honeycomb is holding her as Aquamarine joins the fray with Rain and Heath. They're fighting together as a trio. "Whoever you are, feel your star shining brighter!" It shows Undyne fighting as Asgore and Toriel protect the kids. Athena and Beryl were tag teaming together. The group fights as one as Tara and Theodoric help heal. "To bring back the light of day!" Oriel runs in and throws her spear through a great number of machines. Della is helping as best she can as the fight continues. "We cannot delay!"

"It is all or nothing, my friend..." Ivy pulls away from Honeycomb as she gets up. She helps the other sonas stand up as her body glows in her mafic. "So, right to the end, together we'll stand and-!" Marguerite guards Ivy on both sides as Willow helps guard the back. They nod at her.

"Fight to push back the night!" It cuts to Floryn closing her book and then her hands glow as Ivy pushes through the group as she dodges attacks. She is running now as her fellow sonas fight and fall. "No matter the pain and this plain devastation!" Willow fights hard and never backs down, Marguerite fights and doesn't hold back, and Nerium guards Flori as Primula and Marigold dance circles around the enemies, but even they fall. Azalea is guarding them with her magic as Hollyhock supplies more magic. Primrose helps supply the magic before Ivy runs.

"For all the creations' sake -!" Acrylic and his brother are fighting, but they're getting outnumbered. Cecilia is holding her hands together as Senna helps guard Ivy from a distance. Ivy winces and holds her bleeding side as she runs.

"Do not be afraid." A voice pushes Ivy harder. She listens to the voice as she runs and bleeds. She reaches for the button, the button to save the group again.

"Together, we'll save everything and make a new alternation!" Ivy hits the button as she smiles at Honeycomb one last time before...

She wakes up.

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Song: https://youtu.be/75J3Mx4FP5A?si=JJc2h4IvRniaANIp

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aldryrththerainbowheart · 11 months

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The fairiest of all 1/2

Note: Based on this ask, I basically wrote this...I don't even know what this is, but I like it. A lot. I'm currently jumping between this and four other wips. It's like my brain won't rest and just keeps on spitting out AUs. Anyway, my main source is Celtic mythology with some Fey Wanderer and Feylost from dnd. The reader is technically not a changeling, because they are actually the original human taken by the fairies. Also, this Dante is dmc anime Dante, because I think he does not get enough love. I'll be posting part two cause this is already too long and it expanded WAY above my expectations.

Enjoy this helter-skelter of magical worlds.

Rainbow Dragon

The existence of demons and the infernal lands they inhabit is widely accepted in Redgrave and the rest of the world. However, the other world almost mirrors ours. A place that is always changing, always shifting. A place up is down, light is dark and nothing is as it seems. Unlike the underworld, it's so deeply intertwined with ours that it's sometimes impossible to tell it apart. But if you look closer you just may catch fleeting sight of it.

You grew up in the World of the Fae after disappearing from your home plane as a child. Your parents made a pact with a Fairy that they'll get whatever they wish for in exchange for their firstborn. Only when they held a wailing infant in their arms they realized what they got themselves into. Faefolk is too whimsical and fleeting to take on the responsibility of raising a human child, but they did their best.

Living in this world shaped you, whether physically or psychologically. You're a bit too easy in your step, almost as if you were floating. When you're happy, you smell sweetly like nectar or honey. Your hair grows unnaturally fast. Flowers bloom in your presence. You have little to no concept of time and space. You can't keep still even when sitting down. You almost always space out, as if your consciousness was split between two worlds.

All good things come to an end. Your Fae parent realized that there's no place for a human in the Otherworld, and because they cared about you, they knew you have to go back. Being figuratively spat out of your only home after reaching what your Fae patron considered mature age was like a slap in the face. The beginnings were...rough. You quickly realized that the human world is completely different from the Fae world. To this day, there are still many things you don't understand, but you've grown to accept that.

As much as you wished to leave your old life behind, once you touch the veil, you cannot stay away from it. What about the family of Brownies that lives in your old apartment building? Or that Dryad whose tree did not get cut down because you almost turned the city upside down to get signatures for the petition? Do the locals feel safer after those disappearances caused by the Redcapes residing on one of the roads leading out of the city? And that Merfolk, about to be sold by the local mafia to be a pet of some rich asshole? Time and time again, you found yourself being pushed between two sides of the conflict of two worlds.

You realized the potential of a human acclimated into the world of the fae. And so, you became a mediator between the Otherworld and the human world. The fey warden guards the place where the veil unravels and takes care of unwanted visitors that step over it in one direction or another. Luckily, you have your fairy friends to help you with this task. Also the wide variety of skills and abilities at your disposal.

A fey mystique surrounds you. Now as a fey wanderer, you represent both the mortal and the fey realms. As you wander the multiverse, your joyful laughter brightens the hearts of the downtrodden, and your martial prowess strikes terror in your foes, for great is the mirth of the fey and dreadful is their fury. You are able to augment your weapons with mind-scarring magic, drawn from the gloomy hollows of the Unseelie fey. Your experience with the fey guarded your mind and sharpened your tongue. You are not easily charmed or frightened and your mouth can get you out of any sticky situation. The Seelie court has blessed you with the assistance of the fey. You can call forth fey spirits. You can slip in and out of Fey world to move in a blink of an eye.

With the life you have, you were sure that there's nothing in this world that could surprise you. You were about to be proven wrong.

You met at a fair. So inconspicuous, like you were just average people or people at all. Your senses were alerted of the otherworldy presence. You started scouting immediately, but after half an hour you gave up, hoping the perpetrator will reveal themselves eventually. To distract yourself, you headed to one of the stands to buy ice cream. Just as you were about to dig into your cone, you caught sight of a handsome man in the crowd. He was easy to spot, towering over everyone, tails of bright red coats fluttering dramatically around him, snow-white hair sticking out like a sore thumb. When his eyes met yours for a brief moment, you completely forgot your surroundings, causing you to walk into one of the striped poles that held the string lights. The ice cream ended on shoes. Drat.

The incident successfully got rid of any cravings for snacks, so you took your chance at the Ferris wheel instead. When it was finally your turn, you couldn't believe who they paired you up with. The ride was a little awkward at first. The man in red did not seem to want to strike up a conversation and you yourself were finding yourself at a loss for words. You noticed the big guitar case he was holding.

"Are you a musician? Will you be performing tonight?" You offered him your best charming smile.

The man looked at you in surprise. "Um, no...my performances are for...different crowd."

"Ooooh," you nodded in understanding. "So, you're some rock star who tries to go low profile, got it." You grinned. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." and you finished it with a cheeky wink.

He laughed. Finally, he laughed, and it was the sexiest sound ever. His blue eyes filled with mirth, few white strands fell to his face. "You seem to be more of a Funk person yourself." He looked you up and down and you felt yourself shiver like his gaze was a physical touch.

You lifted your arms in defeat, "Hey, everybody needs a little Groove in their life."

Dante opened his mouth, probably to say something charming, funny, or flirty, or that he's madly in love with you, hopefully. You never found out, because at that moment, right when you were at the top of the Ferris wheel, the machine jerked to a halt. If Dante hasn't caught you in his strong arms, you would've probably fallen off.

"Whew! That was close. Looks we're gonna be stuck here for a while-" You turned to him with a flirtatious grin, but Dante had the same serious glare with which he stepped into the booth.

Before he had any chance to react he jumped over the railing and down onto one support beam holding the wheel. That's when you noticed it. As vast as your knowledge of the various fey is, you've never seen a creature like this before. Something between a big lizard and a centipede, with a terrible grin filled with rows of razor-sharp teeth, was gnawing at the center of the Ferris wheel. That thing wants the entire thing to collapse, you realized.

As if it sensed your gaze, the monster had turned to you, a disgusting grin widening even more as if it knew about your realization. Your silent exchange was pierced by a gunshot and the lights of the attraction fizzled out, followed by several terrified screams.

What will you do? What can you do? You asked yourself as you watched the mysterious man in red discard his guitar case and pull out a huge claymore. You only gaped as he lifted it over his head like it weighed nothing and slashed at the monster.

The slippery bastard dodged, curling its slimy body away, and slinked away on one of the support beams towards another unsuspect person in the nearest booth, but not before disappearing out of sight with a few ripples over its scaly skin. Camouflage. It seems the hunter realized it too, because he stood frozen at the center point of the Ferris wheel, trying to locate the creature.

From the corner of your eye, you saw a ripple in the air. You wanted to yell at the man to warn him, but that would alert the creature as well. It seems a little bit of magic is needed here.

Dante was alerted by a bright colorful sheen right above him. When he lifted his head, instead of the demon he saw its silhouette outlined in the mysterious light. Without hesitating, he jumped up and slashed vertically. He was rewarded by a howling screech and one severed leg falling down. The monster decided to retreat into safety, now that its location was revealed. Unfortunately, it decided your booth is the best choice. When the beast noticed the tiny human hunched in the corner of the booth, it snarled menacingly. Fangs baring in the victory at the easy prey. Any normal human would shit themselves at this moment. If you were normal, that is.

You wasted no time in showering the beast in a cordon of incorporeal violet needles. With a hiss of pain, the monster leaped at you with renewed rage. At that point, the booth could not hold your combined weights any longer and collapsed. Dante watched helplessly as the booth dislocated from its position on the wheel’s rim. He tried to get to you with all the inhuman speed he possessed. Desperate to save you, a strange person with a bright sparkle in their eyes and a sweet scent tickling his nose. He can’t stand the thought of your eyes losing that bright sheen, to be just another voice to haunt him in his dreams. That’s when he saw it. Instead of erratic descent on the concrete, you were…floating down. As if you were riding on pixie dust, you were surrounded by golden sparkles, legs poised, ready for the descent, arms perched above you. He only extended his arms in silent shock as you gently settled into his arms.

You locked eyes for a moment and Dante desperately scrambled for the things to say. THE Dante Sparda was at a loss for words, and you didn’t seem to be doing much better.

“That was…uh…”

“Yeah…” You couldn’t help but laugh at the bizarreness of the situation. Your laugh sounded like the tinkling of the bells, and Dante felt a smile stretching his lips as if of their own volition. As if he couldn’t help but be happy around you. Who are you?

The small world you two were in was disturbed by a loud crash of the booth hitting the ground. “Let’s get out of here,” Dante exclaimed sternly as he carried you away from the situation. Your eyes were still trained on the broken booth, still wondering what kind of creature you just saw.

“It’s better if you forget what just transpired here,” Dante told you as you stood several feet away from the ruckus as the police and firemen secured the area around ferries wheel. He spoke to you while you were both looking at the scene, not once looking at you.

“What was that thing that attacked us?” You ignored his question and bite into a cookie you pulled out of the sack filled with baked goods. The monster attack seemed to reawaken your craving for snacks.

“You don’t wanna know.”

“You don’t know what I don’t want to know.” You parried between the munching. If there’s something that stayed with you since leaving the Otherworld it’s your love for wordplay.

All he did was shoot you an annoyed look. You realized that this is not the way to go and asked him instead, “All right, what type of creature are you then?”

He finally looked at you, and he was met with those bright, sharp eyes again. They made the knot in his stomach tighter, his throat a bit too dry. He’s attracted to you, and that really won’t do. Especially since you seem to see straight through him.

He turned away and started walking away. He was acting like a jackass, and you were so nice to him. Even offered him one of your cookies. Hopefully, it’ll be enough for you to be put off by him. But then he felt a small hand tug on his with surprising strength.

“I said wait! Where do you think you’re going? It’s rude to walk away when someone’s asking you a question, you know?” You put your hands on your hips and waddled a finger in front of his face.

You were putting his silent brooding tough guy persona under strain.

“Dante.”

“Huh?”

“Name’s Dante.” He blurted out. Damn, he wasn’t supposed to say that. You really making him lose his hard-earned control.

Well, at least you were getting somewhere. “Nice to meet you, Dante.” You extended your hand,and without a second thought, Dante grabbed it.

“So, ferris wheel may be closed, but other attractions are still open. What do say we tried shooting game?” “I…” “Awesome! Let’s go.” Without letting go of his hand, you pulled him after you. You knew you were pushy, but being carried by this guy princess-style gave you a new boost of serotonin and new hope to try again.

Dante watched the small palm resting in his hand and pondered how he got himself into this again. You’re just so…maddening, bubbly, and intoxicating, and the syrupy-sweet scent that clung to you was driving him mad. Just as he was about to excuse himself again you turned to him and gave him a dazzling smile that completely disarmed him.

“Oh, by the way, my name is…”

#dmc dante #devil may cry #dante sparda #dante devil may cry #dante x reader #devil may cry dante #devil may cry anime #dmc #dmc fairy au

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nny11writes · 6 months

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WiP Wednesday - Hunt Showdown AU because no one stopped me :)

Shadow Weaver was there, knelt in the turned soil. Various blooms surrounded her and a small sack of seeds lay by her side. Of course it was a bit hard to concentrate on that considering the man who was wrapped in barbed wire and half buried looked up at her and began to scream through his gag. Weaver cuffed his ear the way she’d hit Catra a thousand times as she stood and wiped her hands off on her dress.

“You hush while the living are speaking. Your chance was had.”

“Torturing for fun or profit these days?” Catra asked, mildly curious as she stepped over the man to follow her master into the shade of a large willow.

Shadow Weaver sighed heavily, shooting her a side eye as she pulled a canteen off a low branch and handed it to her. The water was blessedly cool as she spoke, “You always think the worst of me. That one there died and rose, not a grunt but not quite human either. Strange tides these days, not that you’d know having been lazing about.”

Catra snorted at that.

“Oh yeah, nothing to do in hell all damned eternity but kick my feet up.” She screwed the cap back on and gave the canteen back. “Fine, what’s with all this nonsense then? Your hold?”

Weaver glared at her, eyes like ice. “No. But I know the mark, they call themselves infernals. I believe you had some dealings with them before you got sloppy. The Prodigal Daughter no doubt.”

Catra bit her tongue hard enough to taste blood.

She had not been sloppy the day she died, she had been betrayed.

#catra #shadow weaver #shadow weaver's A+ parenting #casual torture for fun AND profit #hunt showdown AU #Rise up damned soul!#I do not understand the game lore enough to be doing this #big RIP for me considering I'm not even done with the damn bloodborne AU lol #apparently I got a thing for making characters suffer in the torment nexus of whichever game has me hooked atm #yes Weaver is Mama Bootylicious Maye #she is also hail mary and the archaeologist #Perfuma can be the daughter of decay it's fine it's fine it's fine!#Catra has been summoned right out of hell and neither her nor Weaver are happy about it #Catra is a human but no happy afterlife for hunters :)#I have #too many thoughts

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ghostsandyoumightdie · 1 year

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A bit from my Gideon raised by Jod/Ortus as Harrow's cavalier AU fic that I omitted because I am really quite bad at poetic meter and was not having fun trying to make sure this was in enneameter.

Hark! the last link forged most recent in the chain of Samael’s prenticeship, a chain now finite and dying

Its cold and aged steel ending, abruptly, at the feet of Ortus Nigenad, cavalier primary of Drearburh

Sweat fell from the brow of the poet made warrior, but he did not falter nor abdicate his duty to his Lady Harrowhark Nonagesimus

Fear claimed not his heart, though squeeze it did, thus chilling the blood in his marrow until he felt most cold within and without

Nonetheless he brandished that black anchorite’s sword at the beast that spilled from its cavern, its ghastliness apparent and foul

Legs sprung from where legs should not spring; insectoid it was in its movements, arm bones scuttling this way and that, guarding its helm

A skull bloomed from its center with knobbed layers of bone serving as its helmet, its depraved arms curling overhead like swords

And its barbarous paws dragging its grisly mockery of human form out in the open to face its erstwhile prey and victim.

“Paws?” Harrow scoffed.

Ortus paused timorously.

“No, don't pause-- I’m seeing it through your eyes. I wouldn’t describe those limbs as paws.”

“Everyone is a critic,” Ortus muttered. “Please, my lady, the connection is stable. We should continue.”

“Very well,” Harrow sighed. The sooner this was finished, the sooner she would never have to do it ever again.

Connecting with her cavalier was not liking reading his mind. She could not actually scan his thoughts or memories while inside his brain. She did, however, feel how he felt and saw how he saw. While training, Harrow had come under the suspicion that Ortus experienced the entire world in some form of meter -- his way of processing information was the same as his method for poetry.

Rather than swim against the tide, Harrow had learned to ride the flow. As long as she let his mind move along its natural paths, the signal shifts remained consistent, and she had no problem forming a link.

The pedestal in Imaging made it even easier than that. It was like it was specifically created to hold a necromancer’s hand and show them the solution. Normally Harrow would have dismissed this sort of brain-squatting as an impossible fantasy, and she chided herself by knowing she never would have thought of the solution on her own. While grisly, the Winnowing Trial was remarkably forgiving -- compared to the Avulsion Trial, at least.

And so the dark acolyte Harrowhark dipped her fingers into the brine of her cavalier’s psyche, tugging the lines of his vision

Her puppeteer’s fingers aligned them til her sight was true, as was Ortus’s, and the beast was clear in its monstrosity to her

Its helmed skull reared like an infernal hoof beast, its jaw snatching at the air as if to devour the souls of the damned. [author gave up here]

#tlt fic #my writing

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mysteriis-moon666 · 14 days

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HOUR OF PENANCE – Devotion

Le 9ème opus du groupe Italien de tech-death brutal « Devotion » est sorti le 5 avril 2024 via Agonia Records, il a été enregistré au Bloom Studio et au Kick Studio en Italie, et le mixage et le mastering ont été réalisés au Hertz Studio en Pologne (Vader, Decapitated, Behemoth).

Le groupe a effectué des tournées à travers l'Europe, les États-Unis, le Canada, l'Australie et l'Asie, avec des poids lourds tels que Cannibal Corpse, The Black Dahlia Murder, Devildriver, Deicide, Nile, Béhémoth…

L’identité sonore de ce nouvel opus s'appuie sur le style de marque au rythme rapide de Hour of Penance, et passe à travers une brutalité complexe, écrasante, chirurgicale, technique, pour une vitesse d’exécution et d'accroche, entrecoupé de paysages épiques. Ce tech death juteux et lourd à la dynamique foudroyante est un casse brique et nuque infernal !!

"Cela fait presque cinq ans depuis Misotheism (dernier album studio), mais nous sommes enfin prêts à dévoiler notre nouvel opus. « Devotion » est notre hymne à la futilité de la guerre, sans lumière au bout du tunnel. Le thème principal de l'album est la dévotion erronée que nous, le peuple, accordons à nos dirigeants, qui nous envoient sans pitié à la mort sous la prétention de démocratie ; tout en étant guidé uniquement par les ambitions impérialistes et la cupidité. La foule sans visage vénère ces statues déformées de fausses divinités." Dixit Hour Of Penance

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wizisbored · 1 month

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im curious what the .6 au could possibly be, but I also wanna know about the rest of the 44. Can you list them? Thats a whole lot of aus, presumably for more than just one fandom?

ohh i have been waiting for this day. i keep a list so i dont forget myself. these are not strictly in order of creation because i started the list after i started writing fics and for the purposes of this list ive seperated the fandoms. not all of these are things im actively working on, sometimes i have an idea and i put it on the list so i dont forget about it so i can come back to it later. yes i do have other fics not on this list but post-canon stuff doesnt go on the count

starkid

1 - i'm going to live twice (#igtlt fic) / ragdoll (#tinky!zaz) (ive mentioned a couple times that these were intended to be in the same universe. i kept quiet about it while i was more actively in the hatchetfield fandom but eh, fuck it) 2 - wildfire (#wildfire fic) 3 - laboratory four (#lab 4 fic) 4 - smoke and feathers (#sf fic) 5 - double e au (#double e au) 6 - nasty emma (#half-infected!emma) 7 - little firebringer (#lfb fic) 8 - teacher's pet (#teachers pet fic) 9 - feral-infected paulkins (#feral-infected!paulkins) (ive written a oneshot set in this universe)

centaurworld

10 - the hitchhiker and the herd (i thought id talked about this one more on here but i could only find this) 11 - centaurworld western (i only found 2 art posts for this one heres the first, heres the second) 12 - armour amor (pretty sure i only ever talked about this on discord. it was about an armour maker and a horse armour maker collaborating on centaurs) 12.1 - the taurnado takes more than souls (and we've gotten to the deciamals! i came up with the initial idea for this au but it was very collaborative. the '.1' count is based on no actual maths i just figured that was about the amount of claim i really have over it)

beetlejuice

13.1 - bugebroph (#bugebroph) 14.1 - birdbath series (#bitb fic, #bitb2 fic) 15.1 - the firstborn (#firstborn au) 16.1 - little black dragon (#dragon au) 17.1 - snake oil (#snake oil au) 18.1 - accidental possession (#ah shit bj got in the meatsuit) 19.1 - blood of the covenant, water of the womb (#changeling twins au) 20.1 - the paranormal investigative society of dormitory four (haunted school au) 21.1 - stupid cat for stupid mental health (posted abou this one Once before putting it on the list so i didnt forget about it and then promptly forgettign about it) 22.1 - beetlejuice media multiverse (#3 lydias what crimes will they commit) 23.1 - in case of emergency, break glass (#ghost jars au) 24.1 - netherborne (#netherborne au) 25.1 - lydia gets stuck in a netherworld office job (i definately posted about this at least once but cant find it) 26.1 - the infernal children (#infernal children au) 27.1 - worm ranch (could only find a meme about this one) 28.1 - ten paces (#ten paces au) 29.1 - heritance of an occultist (#overcooked homunculus au) 30.1 - graverobbing (again i KNOW i posted about this maybe once before towwing it on the list to bookmark it but i cant find it now) 31.1 - the running iorn (railway taurs au) 31.6 - uh oh i came back wrong (#goddamit i told you not to come back wrong) (the rest of the collabs are listed as .5 because theyre shared with one other person. this ones with @blueskiesandstarrynights) 32.1 - fucked up ranch (i think i mentioned this maybe once on my blog but @maitlandmischief has more. it has since bloomed into a multiverse of rps but i dont want to have to think about how the fuck to log that in decimals so it stays .5 for now) 32.6 - piracy time (collab with @bunnys-beetlejuice-blog that mostly exists on discord)

crossovers

33.6 - anarchy's apprentice (#crocodile beetlejuice hours) (beetlejuice & centaurworld) 34.6 - blue beetles (#hf/bj au) (hatchetfeild & beetlejuice) 35.6 - strange hill high & beetlejuice (#shh/bj) 36.6 - starkid & bbc ghosts (sk ghosts au) 37.6 - choir incomplete (#bj/rtc au) 38.6 - wednesday & beetlejuice (#wd/bj au) 39.6 - until we wake (#family bonding via dying in the wilderness timeloop) (beetlejuice & the red lantern) 40.6 - beetlejuice & cult of the lamb (#cotl/bj au) 41.6 - severavnce & beetlejuice (#severance/bj au) 42.6 - the worm hole (#the worm hole au) (the owl house & beetlejuice)

wildcards

43.6 - a bunch of fookin shite that happened (silly lil fnaf comic i made to show my friends in secondary school. put it on here because i was going to 'novelise' it and throw it on ao3 for a laugh and then forgot all about my intention to do that) 44.6 - carnival ghosts (#carnival ghosts au) (ride the cyclone)

#well thats about 2 hours of my life im not getting back #au directory be apon ye

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deviated-detective · 4 years

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| Stern Family Gathering | Flashback | College AU | Pre-Current Events

The orphanage was always a solemn place to be. As a child he simply knew the cold abandonment of his father. There was no rhyme or reasoning behind why. Their mother was gone. She died and suddenly taking care of several boys was just too much. Is it any excuse? None of it will be an excuse but at the time Connor saw nothing but that horrible dawning realization his siblings were unwanted. They were not good enough.

In his eyes they were better than he could ever be. Even then he had to protect them. As the oldest, a twin to his brother Caleb born fifteen minutes after he, the role as eldest became a permanent fixture.

Even then as they were looked over for possible homes, he felt the pang of potentially losing his siblings. Separation was his worst nightmare and even now as a young adult he keeps those fears close. Only one person he ever told the story to outside of his family. Genevieve knows more of him than anyone, even more than his ‘mother’ but Connor has a reason. Despite the fact Amanda favored him out of his brothers, the criminology major felt the sting of it especially with Richard.

His little brother was ignored. He almost didn’t come with them. Connor knew Amanda wanted him and his twin brother Caleb the most. Yet she had her eye mostly on him. The others were extra baggage. Amanda must have had a plan in mind when she took them all in. Showing off her reputation as a do-gooder who adopts orphans in need; Connor practically refused to go with her because she was about to leave Richard behind. He was just a boy then but he stood up. He never would have forgiven himself if he let Rich go.

One thing he gained was a sister. Jesse was someone he grew close to when they first arrived at the Stern manor. They would play together all the time. Chasing each other, hide and seek; Jesse wasn’t like other girls at all. She would keep right up with him and his brothers. Their relationship seemed to grow apart the older they became but he still loved her just as much. These days she seemed to have more of a connection with Corvus.

He mulled it over sitting in his car. Pulling up the street and leaving it parked across from the house, Connor took a breath. Having his own place would be a whole lot better and he’s already been looking. Just picturing having Gen all to himself there.

Connor cracked a smile. All dimples and perfect white teeth showing off how he feels. Leaning over to his date for this family dinner, his lips captured hers deeply. Huffing into her plump lips is a sound fueling his need to be with her. Each time he runs it over in his head wondering how he could be so damn lucky. “I hope you’re ready for the dinner from hell.” Joking a bit, he glanced over into his mirror to fix his tie. Just like his mother to be formal. He made sure to wear this light blue jacket, stylish and appropriate. “How do I look? Passable as your date... gorgeous?”

@stayhuman-genevieve @creation-is-chaos @ninehartx @ruthlessnessisyourdesire @rxseguided

#[closed starter]#V. Coffee Colored Eyes #[V. Coffee Colored Eyes // College AU]#stayhuman-genevieve #[Connor x Genevieve; Our Hearts Are Compatible]#[she is holy full of grace & cunning ambition // stayhuman-genevieve]#stayhuman genevieve #creation-is-chaos #creation is chaos #[his infernal majesty bleeds black // creation-is-chaos]#ninehartx #[thicker than water and bound by blood // ninehartx]#ruthlessnessisyourdesire #[blood of the enemy by code and name // ruthlessnessisyourdesire]#rxseguided #[a rose blooms among jagged thorns // rxseguided]#[Connor Stern | Alt Human Verse]#[Human Connor]

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breathablaze · 3 years

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I made a verses page y’all! Admittedly it is lazy as hell and mostly tba. but like it’s there.

#Blooming Flame Undulation;; ooc #someday I will go through the infernal process of making a fgo servant sheet for him #and a bleach-shinigami powerset #but that day is Not today #I just like my aus n crossovers okay

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cerezzzita · 9 months

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is there anything you can say about infernal blooms that's significant but not too spoilery?

I got you, anon, sooo:

In this AU, Dante knew about Nero's existence way too soon, when he was approximately 2 to 3 years old (or when he was barely 1yo, I do not quite remember) and had the decision to raise him. Some time later, our man discovered he had a daughter, our girlie Evie.

Speaking of Evie, she's a sweetheart, totally attached to her dad and her family. I feel you all are gonna love her as much as we do.

Both me and Alaxie, the other creator of the AU and my best friend, we both headcanon slash decided that the family here is Hispanic-Italian-American; Dante is more fluent on Italian, speaks a lot of and also does the kids.

There's LOTS of self-indulgent elements here, one of my favorite is that when Evie and Nero were kids, they had a Cardcaptors Sakura and Bleach phase/hyperfixation, respectfully. And no, it's not because Nero and Ichigo shares the same VA on the English dub-

Trish/Lady are a must! They're gfs here and they are the best aunties ever! The kids are attached to them a lot, Nero more on Lady and Evie more on Trish.

Also, Dante in this AU is aro-ace because the authors said so, we stan.

Yes, before somebody asks, Vergil's gonna show up. Lately, but he will.

There will be angst, fluffy and funny shenanigans moments as the story goes by and as the kids are growing up.

Dante is very loved by the authors but they also put him on a lot of struggle, we are (not) sorry :(

The family moments are precious here! Very! Much!

Evie and Nero dynamic, my god! I love how they are more of siblings than cousins (since, duh, they were raised together)! I love both their kids and teen moments!

And Dante ft. The Kids too, dude, I'm-

Also, NeroKiri's gonna happen in the future! Yes, blow up your fireworks, NeroKiri nation!

Heavy angsty moments, I cry whenever I remember them.

But the fluff is a must, too!

@alaxamost if you wanna add something, the floor is yours, dude <3

#infernal blooms au #dmc au #cerezzz.askz

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tokugou · 3 years

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do you have your favourite tdbk fanfics? (share pls i'm out of things to readdd) ♡

Finn!!! I gonna try my best to share something and hope you gonna like at least one of them. Also I didn't have time to read anything for a past month (?) so I am not very up to date with new ones.

okokok I need to share this one first because it was written for me (well i requested it but it still counts!!)

the right kind of home by @dabibones

“comfort food”

I will start with on-going I really liked so far (I need to catch up with them too)

love lies bleeding by twopinchesofcinnamon - the best setting I could ever ask for - Zombie Apocalypse AU

“We could. Y’know,” Red-eyes sucks his teeth hard, as if his own words physically pain him. “Compromise.” Shouto lets himself slip down the railing until he’s propped against it. “What do you propose?” “Easy,” he zeroes in, contemplating, and Shouto can’t quite decipher him anymore. “Split the food and go our separate ways. We never need to speak again. Deal?” Shouto tips his chin up at the clouds. He blows out a breath, counting to seven. “Can I get two thirds?” Or: a loner, a wanderer, and flowers that glow in the dark.

20:04 by redonthemoon - it is finished already but I still didn't finish it

He’s now lying on his floor, naked, listening on repeat to the same song trying to come up with an idea of what he is supposed to do. He has watched all the movies that are out there about the topic. He has even taken the car and drove as far as he could. He has even taken a plane to another country and landed there but the second the clock hit midnight, he woke up on his bed, alarm pounding and the same date: Friday, October 28th. He can’t do it anymore. He can’t repeat the same day over and over.

let's ignore my 200 tabs opened on my phone - to read later - cos I am lazy, so I went through my bookmarks to pick the ones I think are good (and not embarassing to share) - under read more because yeah there is a few

better late than never

Bakugou and todoroki get hit by a body swap quirk, and physical contact seems to be the only answer to their predicament

My Hero Love Story

After the two of them are spotted at a Valentine's Day hero convention while on a mission, Shouto gets the brilliant (and extremely bad) idea to pretend he and Bakugou are there on a date together. It's brilliant because it's the perfect cover story. It's bad because he's desperately in love with Bakugou, and Bakugou has no idea.

Whatever It Takes

That one where Bakugou agrees to pretend to date Todoroki just to piss off Endeavor, and ends up falling in love instead.

Bam Went My Heart

Bakugou Katsuki is 100% not on a date with Todoroki Shouto

A fishy deal

Bakugou Katsuki, a rebel spy, attends an auction and leaves with more than just intel.

better than myth

Amidst domestic disasters, the infernal water bill and the armchair in the shower, there was a comfortable rapport between them. Bakugou was falling disgustingly in love with it.

The Energy Between Us Blossoms Colors In My Heart

Todoroki Shouto has always been a bit curious about his punk roommate with red hair tips, but he never had the opportunity to get to know him better. That's until they get assigned as partners for their university projects.

Teenage Rebellion

Shouto dye his hair

Can I Get A Name For Your Order?

Coffee Shop AU

i like you so much (what do i do?)

Katsuki is really good at what he does, except when Shouto's there. another coffee shop au

i wanna ruin our friendship

Todoroki and Bakugou make out, become friends, and fall in love, all in that order.

You Set My Soul Alight

When enrolling into college, Shouto thought he’ll be freed from under his father’s thumb, but that’s not true. Never was true. Even here his father is controlling his life. To be more specific, his dating life out of all things. After witnessing his roommate, Bakugou, arguing on the phone with his mother about significant others, Shouto gets an idea. They form a compromise. Shouto is tired of his father orchestrating dates for him and Bakugou wants his mother to leave him alone. Nothing could go wrong.

Sweeter than Victory

In which Katsuki sets out to slay a chimera, ends up hunting down an elusive, mystical flower, and encounters a nymph known for being beautiful and unattainable. He really needs to have a damn talk with the Fates. Or Aphrodite. Because seriously, what kind of bullshit quest is this?

Sorry (Not Sorry) For The Distraction

Bakugou Katsuki may have made a mistake. Not that he'd call it that, of course, but he probably should've thought more about what he chose to wear when he allowed Todoroki into his home to work on their shared case.

He just hadn't exactly anticipated that Todoroki would notice his piercings. Or more importantly, not shut the fuck up about them.

hope you think of me high, hope you think of me highly

Shotgunning

Raising the Steaks

Inasa serves dishes, Bakugou serves food, Camie serves customers and Shouto serves looks.

threadache

Todoroki asks Bakugou to make his outfit for the Met Gala - nothing is what it seams.

love you sideways

Katsuki is the undisputed King of the arcade until some asshole comes in and starts beating all his high scores.

Synergy

Katsuki, a top pro gamer, encounters a worthy and very irritating rival—who may also be about to become his teammate.

Bloom

In recent years, it's been assumed that the appearance of soul bonds has disappeared. Katsuki, a cocky pro hero, and Shouto, the barista at Katsuki's favorite coffee shop, are about to discover that's not quite true.

Upon My Back

the soulmate au where every time your soulmate cries a flower tattoo appears on your skin

Vampirism wasn't in the roommate contract

“You’re a vampire?!” “And you’re a werewolf. You don’t see me complaining even though-“ Todoroki’s nose scrunched, and Bakugou could feel the vein in his head about to pop. “If you say I smell, I’m going to kick you out right now, dead blood.”

The best kept secrets aren't secrets at all

In which, Todoroki dates the edgy chemical engineering student who keeps stealing his friends parking spaces and is only just learning how to get along with others.

i want you (to want me)

invisibilia (or voyeur, of the unwilling kind)

Hagakure Tooru is invisible, and that is sometimes a lot more trouble than it's worth.

Just One Bite

This particular fuckup begins when he saves a cat from a demon in a sketchy alley.

How To Lose A Costume Contest But Still Win At Life

Bakugou Katsuki was determined to win a costume competition with the most realistic werewolf costume he could feasibly put together.

Without Hesitation

The first time Bakugou told Todoroki he was in love with him, he thought he’d die.

did i say a few? i overdid it I AM SORRY but i do hope you gonna like/read a few of these, I liked them. Also thank you so so so much for the ask! It made me so happy no one ever ask about my favorite things it was such a nice thing to do!

#chloe.mailbox #fi-nn #mutsy!#that took longer than i expected orz #also i probably missed the good ones #but i hope you can find something nice for you here #otp: fire meet gasoline #dont forget to talk to me about my babies!!#anything!!#hcs or ideas #talk my babies to me

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yatorihell · 3 years

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In The Darkness Chapter 77 - The Visit

Noragami x Harry Potter AU

Words: 4,582

Summary: The trio visit Godric’s Hollow.

Also available on Yatorihell A03

Winter rolled in and the days blurred into each other.

Yukine’s birthday passed without much celebration – not that they had been keeping tracked of the dates in the first place. During a trip for supplies, they bought a little cake – a decadent rarity in the new travelling life they had – and presented it to Yukine at dinner.

The frustrations had eased lightly, the horcrux now being carried in their pockets rather than around their necks to keep contact to a minimum, but Yato still felt that nag that he wasn’t doing enough. If it wasn’t a glimmer of rubies, a serpent’s eyes, or his own name being whispered like wind in the eaves in his visions, it was Sakura who greeted him. A pallor like death and her face contorted, reaching around his neck before disappearing beyond the veil.

“Can you not see anything?” Yukine prodded.

Yato suppressed a groan. This became the new routine: sleep, see nothing, wake up, get questioned. He could understand the need to pick apart every part of the dreams he had, but there was nothing there.

“No, I can’t see anything,” Yato replied as calmly as he could.

Yukine huffed and fell silent.

The Sorcerer seemed to be stronger at preventing Yato see his memories. If they could work out how to destroy the locket, maybe it would weaken his defences enough to find the other horcruxes.

Yato told himself this daily, a strained belief that the first step was destroying the locket. It would be the second out of Merlin knew how many, but still, how many horcruxes could one person make? How many times could they tear their soul apart and still feel human? He could only hope there was a limit.

“I think I found a lead on how to destroy horcruxes,” Hiyori said later that evening.

Yato looked at her, eyes tired in the dying lamplight. On her lap was that infernal Dark Arts book she read through every evening, seemingly doing more to find horcruxes than he was. In her hands she held the book Professor Tenjin left her, Tales of Beedle the Bard.

Hiyori patted the spot beside her on her bed, and Yato ambled over. Yukine looked on from his spot on the floor where he’d bundled himself in a blanket.

“Look at this,” Hiyori pointed at one of the dozens of marks that had been etched over the book’s pages. A circle within a triangle, crossed through with a vertical line. He blinked at it for a minute, then looked at Hiyori.

“You know I failed Ancient Runes,” Yato said. “’Affinity for failure’, Takemikazuchi said.”

Hiyori shook her head. “It’s not a rune.”

Hiyori put down the book and refocused on the Dark Arts book. She flipped to a page and showed him and Yukine, who had finally risen to see what she was talking about. The same symbol was printed in the top right corner, besides a name in dark lettering. Their mouths fell open.

“Not the Grindelwald? Certified madman purist?” Yukine asked, craning his head to try to read the scribbled writing.

“One of the most dangerous Dark Wizards, Grindelwald believed that wizards were oppressed by Muggles and wanted to return ‘the natural order’,” Hiyori recited.

“Like the Sorcerer,” Yato said.

Hiyori nodded and continued. “He attended Durmstrang, which is famous for its relaxed approach to the Dark Arts, and got expelled for attacking students and… unethical experiments. He became obsessed with the Deathly Hallows, which is what this symbol is.”

Hiyori picked up the Beedle the Bard storybook again and flicked to the front page where they could see the same symbol.

“The Philosophers Stone, the Cloak of Invisibility, and the Elder Wand,” Hiyori pointed at each as she went. “He wanted to retrieve all three and become the Master of Death. He got as far as the Elder Wand before he was captured.”

“Then what?” Yukine asked.

“He disappeared.”

Yukine let out a breath that was nearly a snort. “That’s the Ministry for you, can’t keep hold of the Darkest Wizards.”

“How do the Deathly Hallows help us?” Yato interrupted.

He knew the Philosophers Stone was said to be used to create the Elixir of Life, giving the drinker immortality. Kugaha had revealed his own version which could contain life force derived from a soul vessel, which was the diary Yato had destroyed in the Chamber of Secrets. He doubted he nor the Sorcerer was in possession of it if he had to resort to horcruxes.

The invisibility cloak, well, there were lots of them, even he had one. But the Elder Wand was something obscured in myth, legend, and fairy-tale, like the book in Hiyori’s lap. No one knew who owned the Elder Wand due to the curse of jealousy that came with it; its owners murdered in their beds by others craving its power.

A storybook seemed an unlikely answer to destroying horcruxes, but Hiyori was thinking of the bigger picture.

“It’s not the Hallows we need, it’s the name,” Hiyori put down the book and folded her hand on her lap like she was about to reveal the biggest revelation in the world. “Grindelwald had family in Godric’s Hollow.”

Yato flinched inwardly at the village name, but it went unnoticed. Hiyori looked at them expectantly, but the penny still hung in the air.

“How does that help us?” Yukine prompted.

“Grindelwald’s symbol was in this book. Grindelwald was from Godric’s Hollow,” Hiyori paused for a moment, still seeing their blank faces.

“What if Professor Tenjin knew that he couldn’t give you the sword? What if he hid it somewhere we could find it, using the gifts he gave us?”

“The Sword of Gryffindor is locked up in Hogwarts,” Yato pointed out.

“But is it the real sword?”

Yato and Yukine paused. It was a longshot, but would Professor Tenjin have the foresight to know that the sword would be kept from them?

“Where would we find it?” Yukine asked.

Hiyori’s face fell just a fraction. “I don’t know…”

“It’s a start at least,” Yato encouraged. “You found a clue!”

Hiyori smiled gently. “Thank you.”

Yukine picked his blanket up from the floor and crossed back to his own bed. “Let’s just hope we don’t get snatched before we find it.”

The next time they had stopped for supplies was in the midst of a snowstorm.

They left their camp wrapped in hats and scarves to hide their faces and apparated. When they emerged in a sleepy village that was covered in snow, Yato recognised it instantly. The houses they passed were decked in wreaths, the front room lights glowing warm and making them silently wish that they had the luxury of a home to go back to.

Godric’s Hollow was mainly a wizarding population, and visiting wasn’t a risk they would take if there wasn’t something important hidden within.

The main thoroughfare of the village was quiet aside from the drunken cheers from the pub further down the road, but Yukine pulled his scarf around his mouth and entered the shop alone. Whilst they would apparate together, going in shops alone was one way of making sure Snatchers and snitches wouldn’t recognise three of the wizarding worlds most wanted huddled around cans of soup.

Yato looked wistfully up the road, heart hammering and mouth dry. He hadn’t been here since that day, and the knowledge of that made him feel sick.

“Do you want to visit her?”

Yato snapped his head back. Hiyori had pulled her pink scarf from around her mouth by a finger, looking at him with soft eyes. He looked back, through the snow where he could just make out the church tower standing out against the sky. Maybe the horcrux was playing with his heart, feeling its erratic beat on the underside of the locket, but pulsating need to go was enough to move him.

He nodded.

They walked silently from the shop, not bothering to let Yukine know where they were going. But either way, anyone who knew Yato would know the first place he would go, for this village just so happened to be where Sakura was laid to rest.

The church dominated the sky as they entered through the small metal gate that had become stuck open in a snowdrift. The stain-glassed windows glowed dimly, and a faint noise could be heard from inside, but they turned left and followed the hidden pathway that skirted the edges.

The small churchyard was where they had erected a headstone and said their own private mass for those who knew Sakura. Yato remembered Professor Tenjin, Kofuku, Daikoku, and nameless faces gathered around the plot of earth that held no coffin, laying late-blooming cherry blossoms atop the grass and saying their final goodbyes.

Now Yato could see that those branches were long gone, cleared away by the groundskeeper probably not too long after the funeral. A thick layer of snow capped the black stone, the golden words not quite faded yet like the memory of her voice. The flowerpot was blackened with dirt and the rainwater inside surely frozen, not that there were flowers to begin with.

They looked at the gravestone in silence, allowing the snowflakes to settle on the sleeves of their coats and star their woolly hats in multitude of fading constellations. The ringing of bells sounded behind them, and slowly, a gentle hum of singing reached them across the barrenness of forgotten souls.

“I think it’s Christmas eve,” Hiyori said gently.

Yato said nothing, just stared at the marble that listed Sakura’s name, birth and death. Underneath were the words that named her sister, friend; that was all the monument that her life held.

Hiyori quietly stepped forward and knelt on the frosty ground before the headstone. Wordlessly she waved her wand in a circular motion, a cherry blossom wreath appearing against the grave.

Yato smiled sadly at the small yet great gesture as she stood up and stepped back beside him. His hand caught hers in a silent thank you, which she squeezed in return and leaned her head against his shoulder. Maybe this was the closure he needed to clear his visions.

“Happy Christmas, Hiyori,” Yato murmured.

“Happy Christmas, Yato.”

They stayed like that for a moment longer, lingering in the comfort and warmth they gave each other. Yato’s eyes flickered up to the dark churchyard railings that divided the living from the dead. In the dying snow flurry, he could see a figure stood in the road directly facing them.

At first he thought it was Yukine, allowing them a moment's privacy to remember Sakura, but the figure was too short and had an unnerving aura to it. Yato tightened his grip on his wand but looked away, pretending he hadn’t seen the stocky figure.

“Someone’s watching us,” Yato murmured quietly, looking to the left beyond Hiyori at the rows of wonky headstones.

She looked at him, eyes wide under snowcapped lashes before she subtly looked to the railings. She frowned, her breath fogging in front of her. “Isn’t that Iwami?”

Yato allowed his eyes to slide over again, but the figure was already retreating. From a distance he couldn’t be sure, but the white tufts of hair and the small, hunched build under the coat could’ve been him. He was one of the oldest members of the Order of the Phoenix, serving alongside Tenjin in the First Wizarding War, yet he hadn’t been seen since Kofuku told them about members going missing before Tenjin’s death.

The figure stopped and looked back but continued down centre of the abandoned road.

“I think he wants us to follow,” Yato murmured. Could Hiyori be right? Was the Sword of Gryffindor hidden here all along, in Tenjin’s birthplace and already in the Orders possession? Had Iwami stolen away with it, keeping it safe under Tenjin’s orders?

Hiyori looked back up the road towards the shop. “We should wait for Yukine -.”

“It’s ok, Iwami is in the Order,” Yato cut in. He took Hiyori’s hand and started up the path towards the exit, heart beating harder.

Iwami was nearly a smudge in the snowfall, but their paces quickly caught up to him outside a derelict house on the outskirts of the village. The windows had been shattered and the door hung from its hinges, letting a small snowdrift pile up in the hallway. Bits of debris that seemed to have been thrown from the windows were strewn across the front garden and covered in a thick layer of snow.

Iwami shuffled inside, not looking back as Yato and Hiyori hung around the gate. He disappeared into the shadows of the house, not bothering to turn on any lights. They stood outside for a moment, wondering why he hadn’t greeted them nor invited them in.

“Should we go in?” Hiyori whispered.

A groaning came from inside, and Yato nodded. “He said come in.”

Yato led the way inside the house, stepping over the frozen post that had piled up on the floor and been obscured by snow of the same colour. He could tell that this wasn’t Iwami’s residency due to the smell of something foul and the moulting interior. The furniture was broken and the lightbulbs had been smashed in their holdings, leaving them in pure darkness.

Yato’s eyes adjusted and he saw Iwami’s stout, hunched figure at the bottom of the stairs. He didn’t look quite right; all shadows and lines in his face and a gait that told them he was at the end of his days. He spoke again, and Yato’s ears attuned to his speech.

“Is it here?” Yato asked quietly, matching his tone. “The Sword of Gryffindor? Professor Tenjin -.”

Iwami spoke again, a rasp that barely reached Hiyori’s ears. He turned and started up the stairs, footsteps thumping slowly and methodically with every step.

Yato looked back at Hiyori for a second and followed him.

The stairs were narrow and steep, and Yato feared Iwami may fall back at any moment, but they made it to the top of the stairs. None of the rooms Yato could see had doors, leading to gaping abysses of foreboding darkness that were barely illuminated by the streetlamp outside. He followed Iwami inside the front bedroom, wand pressed to his side.

There was a moment of silence. Yato waited patiently, but still he could feel the steady thrum of his heart against the locket, an unpleasant and agitating feeling.

“You are Yato.”

It was a statement, not a question, but Yato nodded regardless. “Do you have something for me?”

Iwami close his eyes and Yato felt an uncomfortable prickle run over his body. The horcrux jerked against his skin and the world swam in a hazy shadowed blur. Before him, Iwami’s mouth opened and his eyelids fluttered, his eyes rolling back in his head as a long tendril pushed out from his mouth. The sound of scales slithering within skin filled the room, and in the distance, he heard Hiyori scream.

The body collapsed to the floor and a serpent spilled from its mouth, slick with salvia glistening against the black scales. The same snake he saw in his visions; the same one that he saw in his bedroom at Hogwarts.

In the time it took for Yato to raise his wand the snake struck his arm, puncturing the skin through his coat.

Yato gasped, somehow keeping a grip on his wand, as its tail slammed into his stomach, a coil of muscle that sent him staggering back towards the door. He heard footsteps on the stairs, unable to call out to Hiyori and tell her to get out. The tail lashed against his ankle and Yato fell with a pained grunt. He felt the coils of scales encircle him, muscular and heavy as the serpent’s head slithered up his chest. The horcrux thrummed harder against his chest as if beating in time with the flickering forked tongue.

“Yaboku…”

Yato felt his vision darkening, arms held tight against his chest, wand useless.

The snake's head darted up suddenly, fangs bared in a hiss as a spell rippled over its body. Its body convulsed and loosened, and Yato gasped, kicking his legs free and coughing. He saw the snake's body in the darkness strike at Hiyori, heard her shriek as she dodged it and flung another spell at it.

Red light briefly lit up the hallway as the snake was flung backward and narrowly missed Yato as he stood. If there was a door he would’ve slammed it shut, but instead, he watched the snake flip over the suit of skin and come at them again with renewed vigour.

Yato raised his wand, arm aching with what he hoped wasn’t poison, and bellowed, “Confringo!”

Yato threw himself over Hiyori, shielding her against the wall. The bedroom exploded. The shattered glass on the floor bounced around the room, the furniture reverberated and splintered, and in the din, they heard the snake scream.

Yato’s head split open with white noise, an unbearable searing pain against his heart forcing the world to go white as snow and then black as night.

Feet walking barefoot through rivers of blood on white marble. The steady drip of crimson running from a hand, splattering on the floor like blooming roses.

A long, elegant black wand. The word ‘Nagini’ whispered like a prayer in the language of snakes.

The feeling of ripping a soul apart and simultaneously taking one for a perverted act of Dark magic.

A woman with long dark hair crying, a ring on her finger that looked so familiar yet unfamiliar as it still contained her lover’s soul.

The locket. Grindelwald's mark. A two-handled goblet he’d seen in multiple portraits at Hogwarts.

The serpent’s eyes, yellow and glowing like a Basilisk.

Yato came to with a start. He was in the tent, in his own bed. His coat and jumper had been peeled off and the duvet was tucked around him. From the still air, dim lamplight, and the lack of warmth in the tent, it could have been the middle of the night. A sheen of sweat trickled down his face. His sudden movement brought Hiyori to his side instantly, closely followed by Yukine. His eyes focused in the dim yellow glow as the lamp was brought to his bedside.

“What happened?” Yato croaked.

“You blacked out at the house,” Hiyori answered. She held a sponge in her hand, and Yato noticed the small cuts on her face where he failed to protect her from the glass. “Yukine heard us from the churchyard and came running. We apparated out of there before the snake woke up.”

Yato looked at Yukine, dazed. From the look on his face, Yukine was more worried than he was pissed off, but the fact that fear outweighed anger scared him.

“How long was I out?” Yato asked.

“Hours, it's nearly morning,” Hiyori dropped the sponge into the bowl of water next to the bed.

“We couldn’t get the horcrux off you,” Hiyori continued. “We had to use a Severing Charm to get it off you; it was like touching fire. And the snake bit you, so I put some salve on them.”

Yato gingerly pushed down his duvet just enough to see an angry red burn in the centre of his chest, right above his heart. His knuckles were white and cut, and the punctures in his arm weren’t as deep as they felt. No doubt the rest of his was as battered and bruised as he felt. He remembered the pulsating beat of the horcrux that he mistook for his own heartbeat, the jerking thrum it made when he was in close contact with the snake. It was as natural as it was agitating.

“Where is it?” Yato looked around, less desperately than he might’ve had if it hadn’t maimed him.

“In the bag. We’ll leave it there for a few days.”

Yato flopped back onto the bed and closed his eyes. “That was the same snake that attacked Daikoku in the Department of Mysteries.”

He opened his eyes again and stared at the canvas, feeling Hiyori’s and Yukine’s eyes intently on him. “I think it’s his pet – ‘Nagini’.”

He tasted the name on his lips. It was foreign to him, and although the thought of the most powerful Dark Wizard in the world having a pet was unthinkable, it was less so knowing that this was the kind he had.

“Iwami…” Yato asked questioningly, looking at the pair, but Hiyori shook her head.

“Dead in the cupboard.”

“It must’ve used him as a skin to lure us to the house,” Yato sighed. He dragged a hand over his face.

In his desperation to get the sword, he put Hiyori’s life at risk. He wasn’t even sure it was Iwami until he had them in the house and nearly butchered them. Even then, he hadn’t been seen in nearly a year – he was one of the members who had gone missing, presumed dead or defected. Now they knew what had happened; the Sorcerer was using their own against them.

“What was he saying to you?” Hiyori asked.

Yato pushed himself up and accepted the fresh t-shirt Yukine offered him. “What do you mean? You were there.”

“You weren’t talking English,” Hiyori countered. “It was just…”

“Hisses?” Yukine finished. They both looked at him and he offered a single shrug. “Yato speaks parseltonuge; it’s how he found me in the Chamber of Secrets. He sleeptalks it too.”

Yato rubbed his head again, feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on. He hadn’t spoken parseltongue in years, but he didn’t even realise he was speaking it when he talked to Nagini. It came so easily, like slipping into another skin and talking with an old friend. Once again, the name Yaboku was spoken in a sweetly sinister hiss that was all too familiar.

“Did you have a vision?” Yukine asked, but this time the question didn’t annoy Yato. He paused.

“I saw him.” The footsteps in blood, the wand, the voice – it was all the Sorcerer. And those flashes – Izanami wearing the ring horcrux, a two-handled goblet… “I saw his memories.”

Yato briefly described the vision, along with the new information about the goblet. Yukine frowned. “That sounds like Helga Hufflepuff’s goblet.”

It clicked into place as soon as he said it. He’d seen her portrait at Hogwarts, most recently in the Hufflepuff dormitories when he got love-potioned. A golden goblet encrusted with jewels and etched with a badger was held in her hands as she looked at him disapprovingly.

“How can that be a horcrux? Hufflepuffs cup went missing years ago, along with Ravenclaws Diadem,” Hiyori pondered.

“We know he attended Hogwarts. I wouldn’t be surprised if they went missing around the same time he left, or he was able to get in using a Vanishing Cabinet to steal them,” Yukine pointed out, folding his arms over his chest. “If that’s the case, he had possession of all the founder’s relics.”

They fell silent. Godric Gryffindor’s sword which had been withheld from them and was now lost. Helga Hufflepuff’s cup was now a horcrux. Rowena Ravenclaw’s diadem had been also been lost or stolen. The Chamber of Secrets and the Basilisk was Salazar Slytherin’s ‘gift’ to Hogwarts, and was now dead. It seemed to be a personal vendetta if the Sorcerer was using Hogwarts’ own founding relics against them.

“Did you see where it was at least?” Yukine asked, but Yato shook his head in silence.

Hiyori’s thoughts cut the silence again with fresh fear. “How did we get traced again? Just like the café, something happened and they found us. Only this time they were more careful about the execution.”

Or lack of, Yato thought, but he had a point – something happened and they were followed. No one could follow their apparations unless they touched them, and if they had been sighted, Snatchers would’ve got to them before they could escape.

Yato let out a frustrated huff. “I don’t know how we were followed, but we should get going.”

“What about the sword?”

“They probably got to it before us.”

Yato kicked the duvet free, happy to see they’d left his trousers on unlike his shirt, and swung himself out of bed. He winced at the bruises on his side and nearly kicked over the water bowl on the floor before Yukine caught his elbow. Yato let out a wheezed laugh. It had been a while since he’d taken a beating; he was getting soft if a snake could get the best of him.

“Don’t suppose you know a spell to fix broken ribs?” Yato half-heartedly joked, though the thought of protruding ribs was something that could become a possibility. He looked at Hiyori and caught the secret look that passed between her and Yukine.

Yato’s smile slipped. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s another problem,” Yukine said slowly, but the words alone were enough to have a wave of assumptions wash over him in a second.

Yato looked at Hiyori, expecting her to reveal a fatal snake bite she was concealing for his own sake, or that he did indeed have broken ribs. Her eyes snagged on his and she bit her lip.

“My wand broke… when the spell bounced,” Hiyori murmured.

Yato’s heart sank. His spell blew up the room Hiyori’s wand with it – her first and only wand. His mind raced for an answer as he held her gaze, but there was none – a trip down Diagon Alley was out of the question.

Hiyori was unarmed.

They moved camp later that day, setting up somewhere in the south where there was little to no snowfall and remote enough that they would be found.

Yato found himself more alert despite his injuries, hyperaware that Hiyori had no way to defend herself. They listened to Kazuma’s radio show; first the list of the dead and snatched, then the true news updates about the Ministry. Kazuma revealed that the Sword of Gryffindor had been relocated from Hogwarts after a failed robbery, but it only disheartened them more to know it was well and truly out of reach. They pushed their stew around their bowls, lost in thought.

When night fell, Yato realised the world had shifted.

After that night in Godric’s Hollow, a silent agreement was made to share each other's company as the winter nights grew longer and colder, and the nightmares of serpents, rotting corpses and death slithered into their dreams.

Yukine pretended not to notice the first time when Hiyori sniffled and quietly slipped out of bed in the dead of night, thinking that he was still asleep. She tiptoed across the creaking wooden slats to Yato’s bed for solstice, finding the single duvet flipped already open for her to crawl in beside him. Her shivering only stopped when she curled up against him and his arm draped over her side, thumb rubbing small, gentle circles on her back as he coaxed her back to sleep.

Twinned with the warmth radiating from under his t-shirt and the steady beat of his heart, dreamless sleep eventually claimed Hiyori. Her fingers loosely clung to his bed shirt as she nuzzled into the deep smell of the boy that held her even closer than he would if she were awake.

When sleep finally claimed Yato, for the first time in weeks there was no vision.

#noragami #noragami aragoto #yato #yukine #hiyori #yatori #hp au #harry potter au #in the darkness

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Fanfiction Links

I’m not sure as to why I’m making this a post, but here is a list of fanfiction recommendations from The Last Hours and The Infernal Devices. I’ll be updating this as I read more. Keep in mind that it has been a while since I’ve read some of them, so my memory is not the best.

If anyone has any other suggestions, feel free to leave them on this post, I’m in need of more fanfiction to read anyway.

Most of these are set in the canon universe, so I’ve marked those that aren’t.

Thomastair

Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door? by GinnyRose

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23168800

To Be Better Tomorrow Than You Were Yesterday by GinnyRose

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23091166

Texting 101: Always Double Check by GinnyRose (College AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23176447

The Hideout by GinnyRose (Coffee Shop AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23657233

In Henry’s Laboratory by thomaslightwood

https://thomaslightwood.tumblr.com/post/617295071940902912/in-henrys-laboratory-one-shotthis-one-shot-is

Never Forget by UpsideDownCats

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23991526

Making Amends by Nolu/lily-chen-deserves-better

https://lily-chen-deserves-better.tumblr.com/post/617613489359503360/cordelias-performance-hell-reulle-but-with-the or here

five times they were almost found out and one time everyone found out by helenblqthorn

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23743462

"Hey. I made you breakfast. I'm aware it's just a bowl of cereal, but it's all I can make without burning." by magnuslightwood-bane

https://magnuslightwood-bane.tumblr.com/post/622570354013093888/hey-i-made-you-breakfast-im-aware-its-just-a

(This is a little Thomastair subsection I like to call, “If I have to suffer, so do you,” AKA Well written angst)

This is so much worse by bridgestocksariadne

https://bridgestocksariadne.tumblr.com/post/616733540415062016/this-is-so-much-worse-a-thomastair-angst-bc-my

Light by thomaslightwood

https://thomaslightwood.tumblr.com/post/616855429440471040/light-thomastair-one-shot-cartwrightsgrace

Alastair ‘Tell Cordelia I have a headache and I am resting the carriage’ Carstair by tsc-living

https://tsc-living.tumblr.com/post/617020976574742528/alastair-tell-cordelia-i-have-a-headache-and-i-am

(Warning: The following contains suicide. Read at your own risk)

I do not love you by thomaslightwood (Modern AU)

https://thomaslightwood.tumblr.com/post/616912309163606016/i-do-not-love-you-thomastair-one-shot-ok-iz

The Gays Banding Together (Arianna and Thomastair are Friends)

We two strangers by coronaofastar

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23524387

Winning Them Back by UpsideDownCats (Thomastair and Arianna)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24048631/chapters/57868939

End Gracelet/Jordelia

What is Unrequited by Rose_Herondale

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23230459

It’s about freakin time by stephinebills2018

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23148070

Conditionality by foreverinfiction

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23506987

Pour me a drink, oh love by bleuboxes (Modern AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23823004

Untitled Jordelia One-Shot

https://thiscrazyfangirl31.tumblr.com/post/617808211384352769/random-29-jordelia-please

Daisy by fairchild-squad

https://fairchild-squad.tumblr.com/post/618574033209950208/daisy-jordelia-fic-james-proposes-for-real

Matthew/Cordelia/James

let’s find where it hurts by archeryian

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23868811

Matthew

History Repeating by Mia_writes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23048779

way too much whiskey in my blood by ragingcalm

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23459134

Matthew Babysitting Owen Herondale

https://themostawesomehuman.tumblr.com/post/623097072207478784/matthew-babysitting-owen-herondale

Blackheron/Heronthorn/Thorndale (Basically Jesse/Lucie)

And when I touch you I feel happy inside by r_675

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24127123/chapters/58087261

Did not ask for this life by coronaofastar

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23881441

Dancing in the Dark by lily-chen-deserves-better

https://lily-chen-deserves-better.tumblr.com/post/621823192886050816/dancing-in-the-dark

A Kiss In The Rain by immyownghostwriter

https://immyownghostwriter.tumblr.com/post/622356800186040320/hi-there-could-you-please-write-57-a-kiss-in

Where Does The Good Go by immyownghostwriter

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24289783 or here

Untitled Blackdale Fic by cecily-fightwood

https://cecilyfightwood.tumblr.com/post/618644520250359808/4-for-jesse-x-lucie-i-love-your-writing-reading

Untitled Blackdale Fic by cecily-fightwood

https://cecilyfightwood.tumblr.com/post/618194153487089664/could-you-do-3-fluff-for-jesse-x-lucie

Snow White by fairchild-squad

https://fairchild-squad.tumblr.com/post/619562326648078336/jesse-x-lucie-snow-white-drabble

Untitled Blackdale Fic by purplebass

https://purplebass.tumblr.com/post/622200580681646080/prompt-53-please

Kings, Queens, Hopes and Humanity by jesseblackthorns

https://jesseblackthorns.tumblr.com/post/620733228880396288/i-couldnt-help-myself-but-write-about-these-two

Fairthorndale

Fairthorndale Modern AU by fairchild-squad

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24192454 or here

Book Signing by silent-nerd

https://silent-nerd.tumblr.com/post/618631129259458560/book-signing

Counting Stars by fairchild-squad/A247ALICE

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24432664

Multi Ship Fluff

Let’s Just Talk by CrimzieLightwood (Either College or High School AU, but it’s really cute, I swear)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22382332

Cheers to Beauty by MadJustSH

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24154108/chapters/58163290

Pine With Me (Ongoing Fics)

Popsicle Stick Homes and Construction Paper Hearts by GinnyRose (Thomastair Modern AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24132592/chapters/58103440

A Last Chance by CrimzieLightwood (Thomastair)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24149710/chapters/58151143

time to dance on sorrows by fairchild-squad

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24842437/chapters/60093769

new blooms by fairchild-squad

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24830689

If You Want To Read My Work ( Assorted Jordelia/Thomastair/JessexLucie/Arianna/Herongraystairs)

If Crazy=Genius, The Herondales, Fairchilds, Blackthorns, and Carstairs Would Have 162 IQ by TimeToTravel (Yours Truly)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23194744

What Is And What Should Never Be by TimeToTravel (Moi)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23272336

Maybe There’s Something There That Wasn’t There Before by TimeToTravel (Still Me)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23439985

Days Past: Paris 1902 by TimeToTravel (You guessed it, me)

Either: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24015850 or here

Bring Back What Once Was Mine by TimeToTravel (That’s me)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24042889

Heaven and Hell by TimeToTravel (Yup, me)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24192601 or here

Free To Be You And Me by TimeToTravel (This guy)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24466879 or here

We’ll Meet Again by TimeToTravel (Me, myself, and I) (Supernatural and TSC epic crossover)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24621490

Breeding Cannibal Ducks by TimeToTravel (Ashy herself)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24761302 or here

Idris Weekly: The Millionaire Murder by TimeToTravel and LivingInTheNever (myself and my lovely parabatai)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24898957

A Perfect Day by TimeToTravel (Me, Ash. Hello, reader!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24919912 or here

Best Day of Our Lives by TimeToTravel (Oh, look, that’s me too!)

https://idontgetit-whydoihavetosaymyname.tumblr.com/post/625652360741568512/best-day-of-our-lives or on my Ao3

Herongraystairs

Gift of the Black Tome by wherethewickedplay

https://my.w.tt/rsYZdC8hA5

She Who Holds Their Hearts by wherethewickedplay

https://my.w.tt/XvY6PMniA5

Infernal Angels by wherethewickedplay (Elemental AU)

https://my.w.tt/zYP1zEfiA5

Of Wild Things And Sydney Cartons by wherethewickedplay (Soulmate AU)

https://my.w.tt/lJiG6HmiA5

Turn Upon A Wheel by wherethewickedplay

https://my.w.tt/9XKOZyqiA5

Faults in the System series by sapphic_lightwhore (Soulmate AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1716505

Sophie/Gideon

Table 18 by lightwoodsisabelle (Modern Waitress AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4134633

Cecily/Gabriel

A Rating Of Five by Bellicosi

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12891801

“Can I join you?” by lucieblckthorn

https://lucieblckthorn.tumblr.com/post/624689062915325952/congrats-on-your-celebration-can-i-ask-please

Charlotte/Henry (There’s a severe lack of these, for some reason)

I’ve been looking for you for a long, long time by JaseyRae (Soulmate AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16929876

When The One You Love Loves You Back by survivingasafangirl

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5772868

Poor Charlotte (i.e The Confessions of Matthew and Will)

Changes by NotEvenThat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15980270

To Drive Away A Shadow by Teddy0414

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23221117

Time Travel/Ghosties (TMI and TID/TLH)

the maze of time by nebulousviolet

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17585591

When things go to Hell in a hand basket by danying

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19188508

Watching Your Back by A_Tired_Writer

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20307538

Kit Herondale: Medium Extrordinare by rosesareredvioletsareblue

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24294493

Jessamine Lovelace’s love consultory by herondaleraxxet

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24570349

Mina, James, and Lucie by cecily-fightwood

https://cecilyfightwood.tumblr.com/post/618574596542726146/mina-james-and-lucie-fic

The TLH Gang Meeting Mina by cecily-fightwood

https://cecilyfightwood.tumblr.com/post/619187251325386752/the-tlh-gang-meeting-mina

In Another Life by themostawesomehuman

https://themostawesomehuman.tumblr.com/post/623798007738007552/in-another-life

Time After Time by just_another_lightwood_bane

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22786828

Shenanigans and Family

How to Find a Pink Salamander by UpsideDownCats

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24277222

Short Story Between Gabriel and Jesse by merrythievesfanboy

https://merrythievesfanboy.tumblr.com/post/618705425073848321/short-story-of-gabriel-lightwood-and-jesse

Explosions and Opinions by Star_Fangirl_Forever

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24589408

Parental Differences by older-brother-kit

https://older-brother-kit.tumblr.com/post/624290228427980800/parental-differences or https://archiveofourown.org/works/25431358

The Discovery of Oscar Wilde the Dog by churchthecatismyspiritanimal

https://churchthecatismyspiritanimal.tumblr.com/post/624601987821027328/fan-fic-characters-from-book-series-the-last

I only know pain

The Life of Lucie by thanatosangel (Immortal Lucie)

https://thanatosangels.tumblr.com/post/623824079823224832/the-life-of-lucie

See you on the other side by lily-chen-deserves-better (Dead Jem)

https://lily-chen-deserves-better.tumblr.com/post/621634182500728832/see-you-on-the-other-side

Falling by lily-chen-deserves-better (Math angst)

https://lily-chen-deserves-better.tumblr.com/post/623355578097500161/falling

How to Save a Life by lily-chen-deserves-better (Dead Lily)

https://lily-chen-deserves-better.tumblr.com/post/620918827067277312/okay-so-what-if-lily-dies-before-raphael-does-and

Don’t worry about me by lily-chen-deserves-better (Dead Lily... again)

https://lily-chen-deserves-better.tumblr.com/post/620196787950632960/dont-worry-about-me

“People can Live for a Hundred Years Without Living a Minute” by themostawesomehuman (Dead Magnus)

https://themostawesomehuman.tumblr.com/post/622456409665224704/promptpeople-can-live-for-a-hundred-years

Whispers of Evil by themostawesomehuman

https://themostawesomehuman.tumblr.com/post/622722341251727360/whispers-of-evil-part-1

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ckret2 · 4 years

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Pentious Week Day 7: "Free Space! Do whatever you want"!

Vignette/character study for AU Ruler of Hell Sir Pentious

This is over a week late for Pentious Week but you know what??? I finished all 7 days. Booya.

When the damned visited the recently appointed new king of Hell, his throne room was filled with a wide array of wonders, designed to fill first time arrivals with awe and terror. But of all the myriad things to draw the attention of a visitor, eventually, every visitor's gaze was called to the king's crown.

As impressive an art piece as it was, that wasn't why his crown caught all visitors' attention. It was because it was alive.

The gears turned, their teeth locked together smoothly; the flowers slowly bloomed, withered, curled up into buds, and bloomed again; and the snakes crawled and writhed endlessly over the crown, weaving effortlessly through gaps in the larger gears' spokes, disappearing and reappearing beneath the flowers, climbing up and down the long sunbeam-like spines and filigree. It was a marvel of perpetual, hypnotic motion.

On occasions, the king's right-hand henchman was also seen wearing small golden snakes atop his head, curling around his antlers to turn them into a crown as well. A small portion of the king's power and influence symbolically shared with the sinner who held the most power in Hell after the king himself.

For how impressive the crown was—for all that its very motion drew attention—what really made it so hard to look away from was the fact that crown gave off the faint impression that there was something wrong with it.

Sometimes the king would catch visitors staring at his crown and ask, slyly, "What do you think?" (Or, at least, sometimes he would acknowledge their staring. With his many many eyes, it was hard to imagine he ever failed to notice it.) Sometimes his visitors would have either enough courage or enough curiosity to ask him what advanced, infernal magic he had harnessed to animate his crown. And he always gave the same answer.

(Read the rest on AO3!)

(And if you enjoy, I’d appreciate a reblog or comment!)

#sir pentious #hazbin hotel #radiosnake #(it's not really a ~RADIOSNAKE~ fic but like the fact that he and Alastor are a thing is casually referenced in the fic)#fanfic #my writing

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plumblossomkun · 4 years

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𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 / 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢

word count: 570

pairing/setting: divine child! Hyunjin x divine child!Fem. Reader, fantasy AU

warning[s]: descriptions of death, destruction, and grief.

a/n: it all started with this post. i honestly did not think that i would make a fic series like this, but i’m really enjoying it. anyway, if you notice similarities to the prologue of winter solstice, it’s because they are the same exact scene, but from different perspectives. as always, let me know if you would like to be tagged when this fic or any of the divinity collection is posted ♥

note: the music is particularly important to each of my works, to their atmosphere and symbolism. please click on the title above and listen to the linked song while you read.

Masterlist | the full Spring Moon Playlist [under construction]

this is a prologue to the series. the first arc is in progress; i will add a link here when it is complete.

The sky is hazy, blurred by a vast plume of sickly gray smoke rising from the south. A blood-red color rings the sun, which glows a strange orange hue, and you urge your horse on, faster, faster, faster.

When you reach the ivory gates, you blow past the guards and ride hard through the barren meadows, your heart in your throat as Minghao and San ride just behind you.

And when you finally arrive at the castle, it is ablaze with a deep violet flame, nearly as dark as the night.

No!

You’re about to leap over the ashen remains of the castle doors when your guards manage to catch up, strong arms pulling you back from the crumbling walls.

“Let me go!” you cry, struggling to escape their hold.

“You can’t—” Minghao starts to say, but you wrestle free before he can finish, diving past the scorching wall of heat. “You can’t do anything for them anymore!” he cries.

“Stop!” San shouts, but you are deaf to their calls.

How could I have been so foolish, so complacent?

You race up the stairs to their rooms in the northern wing, fire licking at your heels, but a wall of fallen stone stops you. Gritting your teeth, you summon a spark of your divine power, and form a shield of light to push through the jagged stone. But no one is there. And as you spiral up the tower, the next two rooms prove empty as well.

And then you burst into the library, and catch a glimpse of ichor.

Dull hope throbs in your chest, and you gather light at your fingertips to lift the debris. The heavy wood shelves and mountain of books rise and part to reveal Aurora and Ava— lying prone in a long-dried pool of blood. Their empty, lightless eyes and colorless faces send you staggering back in shock, and you choke back a sob at the sight of the mask of death.

Then, in the rumble of the foundation beneath your feet, you hear the castle’s death rattle.

“Hao!” you shout, shielding the bodies with your own. How terrible it must have been, to die in fear and pain like you did—

And just as the structure heaves one last stuttering breath and collapses inwards on itself, crashing to the earth with deafening noise, Minghao, breathless, appears at the door. He raises his hand, and ice blooms all around you, freezing the falling remnants in place.

Sorrow stills his worried expression when he sees what you are hunched over. He kneels and passes a hand over the girls’ faces to shut their unseeing eyes.

“You aren’t at fault,” he says softly. “They were already gone when we arrived.”

You can’t answer him. You can only shatter in his arms as the grief takes hold of you, crushing your lungs with a white-hot pain that turns every inhalation into infernal agony. Every beat of your heart, a reminder that you are still alive while they are not, is like the stab of a knife.

The wail that rips free from your throat in that moment strips your soul bare to the sky.

And as the tears crystallize on your cheeks, you feel the stirrings of rage at the edge of your thoughts. You know who brought death to your door. The flame, so dark that it resembled the night— resembled the shadows.

Your shadow.

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inmyownlittlecorner5 · 3 years

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Lily’s Eyes

an AU one-shot by la-topolina rated for Teen audiences Summary: Severus knew that taking in four-year-old Harry Potter would be a trial. But he hadn't realized how much the child's green eyes would haunt him. Alternate Universe--Canon Divergence

<< a rock and a hard place+

Severus Snape was elbow deep in a wrestling match with the spiny arms of his choking-berry bush, struggling to bring in what he could of the late summer harvest. It was a wretchedly hot day, much better suited to being indoors in the cool of the basement with a book. Unfortunately, he was due back at Hogwarts in less than a week, and whatever he left on the stem or vine would be consigned to wither and die. Some of this was necessary—a careful selection of the plants would go to seed to provide the starter for next year’s garden—but his potions stores were greedy for the fruit of his summer labours. It galled him to let them go to waste.

The way that Harry Potter had been trailing after him like a shadow galled him too. The boy was currently digging in an empty patch of dirt with a stick, and watching Severus with wide eyes that seemed too large for his wan face. Those green eyes had been watching him unceasingly, and every time Severus met their wary, curious gaze, his stomach turned. Their likeness to his fallen friend (betrayed friend—and you betrayed her) was unmistakeable. It made his skin crawl.

Sweat was stinging his eyes, and his shirt was sticking to him unpleasantly as he wrenched the last of the berries from their branches. He added them to the neat row that was drying in the sun, and sat back on his heels to catch his breath. Harry continued to dig and to stare, until Severus felt compelled to say something to diffuse a silence that seemed censorious to his guilty soul.

“It’s…er…dreadfully hot, isn’t it Harry?” he said. Brilliant. Just what he wanted to be doing—making small talk with a four-year-old.

Harry blinked back at him curiously, but said nothing. Severus turned away to start on the witch’s weed, but he could feel that infernal stare boring into the back of his neck. He threw down his sheers, unable to stand another moment alone with Lily’s child. He stalked to the faucet, flipped it on, and splashed the cold water on his face. It had been less than twenty-four hours since he’d rescued the child from the Dursleys’ inhospitable house, and he was already nearing the end of his patience. Washing away the sweat of the afternoon did make him feel slightly more human and less haunted. He glanced over his shoulder at his charge, and decided that a change of scene might do both of them some good. “Come, Harry. Wash your hands and we’ll go for a walk.”

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The Cokeworth Library sat near enough to the finer streets of haughty, neighboring Coldfield that, like Moses, she could see the Promised Land, but never enter it. A former owner of the Mill that had employed most of Cokeworth until recent years had donated his townhouse to create the library in a fit of deathbed generosity. Whether or not his alms had done anything to save his soul from Dives’ fate, he had created one of the havens that had allowed Severus to make it through his childhood alive. He’d spent many hours in the faded building, reading and rereading the modest collection of books until closing time would force Mrs Stark to send him home. This same woman, gray-haired now, greeted him as he and Harry passed her circulation desk in the parlor.

“Professor Snape! It’s so nice to see you,” she said brightly. “And who is this young man you’ve brought with you today?”

Severus had the strong urge to tug nervously at his sleeve, but Harry refused to let go of his hand.

“Good afternoon, Mrs Stark,” he replied. “This is my…er…ward, Harry Potter. Lily Evans’ son.”

Mrs Stark’s expression softened, and her eyes grew bright behind her wire-rimmed spectacles.

“You’ve had a busy summer, haven’t you professor?”

“Indeed.”

The librarian got up from her desk and extended her hand to Harry. The boy studied her as he hesitantly let go of Severus to take it.

“Hello, Master Harry,” she said. “My name is Mrs Stark, and I knew your mother. She used to come here every Saturday afternoon when she was a child. Would you like me to show you some of her favorite books?”

Severus held his breath as he waited for Harry’s response. Merlin help him if the child spooked and started to cry.

“Yes, please,” Harry said at last.

The children’s section was still nestled in what once had been a bedroom on the first floor. The bright paint on the walls and the colorful rag rug were both somewhat dingy, and the books on the shelves were worn, but from love rather than abuse. The windows looked out over a garden blooming with sunflowers and gladioli, and the little table with the trains was right in the far corner where Severus remembered it. Harry gasped at the sight, and ran for the table. Soon he was engrossed in lining up the train cars and pushing them over the tracks.

“I suppose I ought to get some toys for the boy,” Severus mused wryly.

“My girl Janet left a box of her toys in our attic,” Mrs Stark said as she stooped to pull a selection of books from the shelves and stack them on the rug. “I could send them over tomorrow if you think he’d like them. They’re simple things, blocks and balls mostly. But I think there’s a little train set in there too.”

He felt his ears growing hot at the unexpected generosity. “No, that won’t be necessary.”

“Are you sure? It would be a help to me. She says she doesn’t want them, and I’ve been meaning to get rid of them for years.”

He had the distinct feeling that she was not going to capitulate. “I…suppose. If it would be a help.”

“Thank you. It would.” She put a final book on the stack and pushed herself up from the floor. “Let me know if I can do anything else for you. Enjoy the trains, Harry.”

Harry made a sound like a steam whistle in response, and Mrs Stark laughed as she went out of the room. Severus leaned against the window frame, looking out at the garden and watching Harry in the reflection of the glass. As the boy played, Severus’s mind began to wander down dangerous memories involving green eyes, red hair, and hateful words. He firmly set it to the task of cataloguing the rest of his garden for harvest or seed.

Eventually Harry tired of the train table, and he plopped down on the rug by the stack of books. He went through them carefully, turning the pages and running his little fingers over the pictures. When he came to one featuring a rabbit in a blue coat, he looked up with entreating eyes. Severus had to restrain himself from flinching.

“What is it, Harry?” he asked.

“Please read?” Harry replied.

“Ah.” Severus took the book and reluctantly sat down on the floor next to Harry. “I suppose that is the purpose of the library.”

No sooner had Severus finished one book featuring anthropomorphic animals then Harry would hand him the next. The sun beat in through the window as it dipped lower in the sky, making Severus’s back uncomfortably hot. Harry sagged against his arm, his eyelids drooping, until he fell asleep in the middle of The Tailor of Gloucester. Severus quietly scooted the boy into a more comfortable position on the rug. Then he picked through the stack of books, selecting the ones he was willing to carry home. It would mean an extra trip to the library to return them, but he had to admit (however grudgingly) that it had been short-sighted of him to neglect to provide for the child’s entertainment. When he’d finished, he gathered the books under one arm, and scooped up Harry with the other, awkwardly managing his load as he went downstairs to the circulation desk in the parlor.

“Here, let me get those for you,” Mrs Stark said, meeting him in the doorway. “Nodded off, did he?”

“He did, thank you,” Severus replied.

She briskly stamped and recorded the books before putting them into a paper sack with handles for him.

“There was a time or two when you used to fall asleep up in that room,” she said.

“It’s a comfortable rug,” he allowed, picking up the sack. “Thank you Mrs Stark.”

“You’re welcome. It was so good to see you. And to meet Harry.” She rose from the desk to open the door for him. “He has Lily’s eyes, doesn’t he?”

Severus grimaced. “So he does. Good evening, Mrs Stark.”

The trek home was even hotter than the trek to the library had been. His burden of the still sleeping Harry and the sack of picture books seemed unbearably heavy. Severus hated the oppressive heat as afternoon faded into evening even more than the blazing heat of midday. It crushed the lungs and sapped the strength, and by the time Severus arrived back at Spinner’s End, he was completely exhausted.

He laid Harry on the sofa and collapsed into the armchair, too hot to move. The threadbare curtains were drawn against the summer sun, darkening the shabby sitting room. Severus’s eyes drifted closed, and he hovered between sleep and wakefulness. His lucid dreams were a disturbing brew of his tumultuous school days, ending with him slinking away from Gryffindor tower, Lily’s furious glare searing into the back of his skull. When he started awake, he saw these same eyes blinking at him sleepily from Harry’s face.

The boy was sitting on the sofa, ever watchful in the shadowy twilight. Severus waved his hand to light the candles in the room, and returned the boy’s stare until he could stand it no longer. He pulled the stack of books from the bag that Mrs Stark had given him and set them on the sofa next to the child.

“You can read these while I make tea,” he said in a stern tone.

“Can’t read,” Harry observed.

Severus forced himself to take a deep breath before answering. “Then look at the pictures.”

He stalked out of the room before the boy could object. The kitchen was infernally hot, and only the knowledge that Minerva would have his head if he neglected to feed the boy three meals a day made him go into it. If it had been him alone, he would have happily spent the evening in his basement potions room and skipped eating altogether. But he wasn’t alone, and even he had to admit that the boy was far too small.

The leftover roast beef and cheddar in the icebox and the rye bread he’d baked that morning, along with plums from the garden would do for them. He quickly assembled the sandwiches, washed the fruit, and was in the act of setting it all on the table when Harry came into the kitchen.

“I’m thirsty,” Harry said.

Severus poured the child a glass of cider from the icebox and held it out to him. “Here. Come eat, and then I will read to you.”

Harry sipped the cider cautiously. “Mmm, apple juice!”

“Apple cider, Harry. But, lacking the alcohol, I suppose it is little more than spiced apple juice.”

“Apple cider. I like it.”

Harry climbed onto the chair across from Severus and promptly took apart his sandwich, eating each piece of it separately. As he ate, he kept up a near constant narrative, during which he retold the events of the afternoon ad infinitum. Severus mostly ignored him, letting the child prattle on undisturbed. After tea, he cleaned the dishes with a quick succession of wand flicks, which Harry (of course) watched with his unnerving eyes.

When they left the kitchen, Harry disappeared into his bedroom. Severus took advantage of the momentary reprieve and continued to the sitting room. He’d just settled himself on the sofa with the least obnoxious of the picture books close at hand when Harry returned. The boy walked up to Severus and dropped a photograph onto his lap.

“It’s me and Mummy and Daddy,” Harry said proudly.

Severus picked up the picture as though it were a venomous snake. Lily was holding a smaller Harry, beaming up at the camera while James mussed the boy’s already thick hair.

“I see,” Severus said, quickly setting the photograph upside down on the coffee table so that he would not have to look at it.

“Auntie Tuney hid the picture too,” Harry said. “She said it would get torn. But I miss looking at Mummy and Daddy.”

Being compared to Petunia Dursley was a humiliation that Severus did not intend to bear. He picked up the photograph and set it, face up, on the mantel next to the mortar and pestle his mentor had given him upon his attaining his potions mastery.

“Let’s keep it here for now,” he said. “When we go up to school, we’ll buy a frame for it in Hogsmeade. Then you can take it around with you without tearing it.”

They spent a quiet evening reading on the sofa, and Severus managed to keep his temper even as he slowly went mad from reading the same two picture books over and over to his tyrannical audience. Thankfully, the afternoon nap did not keep Harry from falling asleep at a decent hour. Severus was startled by how weary he felt after one day as the boy’s guardian, but he told himself the heat must be taking more of a toll on him than he’d thought.

He poured himself a glass of wine, and brought it into the sitting room. Lily, Harry, and James were waving at him from the photograph, and he went to the mantel to glare down at them. All in all, he wasn’t entirely certain that his taking Harry under his protection was one of Minerva’s better plans. But he’d agreed to it, and there was nothing else to be done now but see it through the best he could.

The Lily in the photograph was looking up at him, and mouthing something that looked suspiciously like a thank you. Harry was grinning at him from her arms, and even James was nodding to him with grudging acceptance. The urge to turn the photograph over filled him, but he extinguished the candles instead.

He raised his glass and drank deeply to the family he’d helped rend asunder. And though he knew their ghosts had crossed over long ago, he could feel their eyes watching him still.

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<< a rock and a hard place+

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