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preciousthingsareprecious · 10 months

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Fic List Part 2

Okay so I have...a lot of fics apparently soo...this list will be more than two parts as I find stuff. This starts at 2019 and goes through roughly part of 2022. Please forgive me if there’s dupes or I forgot something that is your fav. Tumblr’s search feature even for me finding my own fics is...a mess

Part 1 of the Fic List

Master List (with AO3 Links)

Those Days We Miss

Damian dealing with missing Talia

Out Here Together

Dick teaching Damian about s’mores, connected to All the Fears will Pass but readable on it’s own

Love so Soft

Bruce Teaching Damian how to do s’mores! Spiritual sequel to Dick teaching him the same thing

All the Fears Will Pass

Dick and Damian, Damian tangling with Ivy for the first time

Alfred & Damian fluff

As the Years go By

Bruce being a Dad over Dick growing up

Of Baskets and Braids

Bruce, Dick, and Damian fluff, watching youtube and being a fam

Be There, For Me

Bruce and Damian, Damian having some flashbacks and Bruce taking care of him

Hearts Pounding and Blood Coursing

Robin and Batgirl have to save Batman (Dick!) from Scarecrow

Lego Land

Damian winning at Legos

Safe Together

Dick and Damian and fear toxin trapped in a grain silo

Down Here Below

Damian trying to disarm underwater bombs

And they Dig

Damian is kidnapped and stuck waiting around for rescue

Deterrent

Dick and Damian get hit with pollen that makes them unable to touch each other and they’re trapped in a collapsed building!

Laced Drink

Damian at a Gala and getting kidnapped.

Bleeding Out

https://preciousthingsareprecious.tumblr.com/post/188647957706/bleeding-out

Part 2 of a fic set with part one being Laced Drink. Featuring Dick off to save Damian!

Close the Chasm

Dick and Bruce talking about taking care of Damian

Underneath the Christmas Tree

A new present themed baddie in Gotham nabs Robin and it’s up to Batman to rescue him!

Out of Sight

Dick loses Damian in the chaos of a Wayne event getting hijacked

That Time Tim Totally Terminated Ra’s al Ghuls’ Entire Empire Part 1

Crack fic where to spite Ra’s Tim unionizes Ra’s ninjas and also comes home with two brothers

With Warmth and Love

Damian bakes cookies with Jason and Dick. Loose sequel to I’ll give All I Have

Here we are Together in the End

Content warning: Major Character Death, no comfort. This is my only no comfort fic so please be warned.

Dick and Damian deal with earthquakes in Gotham.

Light’s Out

The power goes out at the Penthouse and Dick and Damian figure out a way to enjoy the snow day

On a Cold Winter’s Night

The power goes out at Wayne Manor and Dick and Damian chill out

Under Repair

Jason helps Damian fix a car he’s just crashed…kind of

Put on Display

Robin gets nabbed by an obsessed fan and needs to be rescued

The Weight of Us

Dick and Bruce patrolling right after Bruce returns from being lost in time

A Lucky Shot

Dick and Damian and a series of unfortunate events on patrol

Damian at a Animal Rescue Farm

This Thrilling Day

Damian and Jon on vacation pulling Home Alone stunts

You Always Bring Me Home

Alfred and Bruce! Alfred being amazing and rescuing his Bat-lad

Just a Little Too Much

Damian being a little overwhelmed by a bad day

Bake it Just Right

Jason stress baking

No Day Like Toad-ay

Damian talks to a frog

And the World Spins

Dick has a very bad no good run in with Clayface

Time Ticks By

Tim and Damian bonding while escaping the Riddler

Safe Here, Safe Now

Dick and Damian training

#fic list #my fics #precious posts #long post #fics on tumblr #damian wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #jason todd #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #alfred pennyworth #duke thomas #bruce wayne #batfamily

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dawnseternallight · 1 month

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Persona 5 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Akechi Goro & Kurusu Akira, Akechi Goro & Amamiya Ren, Akechi Goro & Persona 5 Protagonist Characters: Kurusu Akira, Amamiya Ren (Persona Series), Persona 5 Protagonist, Akechi Goro Additional Tags: Time Travel Fix-It, Time Loop, Character Study, Second Chances, Akira trying his best to save Akechi, He’s also pretty eh about his own death, give him a break he’s done this a bunch, Akechi is stubburn, but Akira is even moreso Summary:

One of Akira’s greatest regrets in life is being unable to save Akechi. He swears this time he will manage it. No matter how many times he has to die to make it happen.

“If you kill me here, I won’t stop.” Akira said, the cool tip of the gun already warming against his forehead, “I won’t stop. I refuse to. No matter how many times I have to try.”

The pressure lessens, Akechi’s surprise enough for him to pull away, even if the difference was only incremental.

It didn’t matter. It never did in the end. No matter what words came out of Akira’s mouth at this point, Goro Akechi never listened. He was too far gone into his fury, raging against Akira’s betrayal.

And why shouldn’t he? For all intents and purposes, Akira had betrayed him. He’d spent months lying to him, working to try and convince the other boy to give up his quest for revenge by whatever means he could.

It felt like Akira had tried everything at this point. He’d done this loop, starting from the day he’d first met Akechi at the TV station and going all the way up to the engine room so many times now. Most loops he didn’t even make it to the engine room, jumping the gun to admit to the other boy the truth of the matter. “I know who you are. I know what you’re planning.” It seemed the only way after watching Akechi self-destruct time and again without the admission.

So he’d changed tactics. If pure friendship couldn’t sway the other boy he’d try everything else. From pleading with him, to outing his evils to Sae early, and even one incredibly disastrous attempt to seduce him. That loop had to take the award for his quickest death. Akechi did not appreciate false interest in that way. It had been unfair to them both to even try. Akira didn’t want a relationship built on lies, and Akechi would grate against any attempt to puppet him in that way. It had been stupid. Desperate, but stupid.

“If I kill you here and now you would be forced to stop.” Fury was the main ingredient in Akechi’s voice, but it held an undercurrent of confusion as well, “Unless, but no. That would be impossible. The metaverse does much, but even it cannot control time.”

At least he was quick enough on the uptake to understand that Akira had gone back in time. Even if he was still denying it. He’d never actually given Akira enough time to explain just how he’d managed to go back in time. If Akechi wasn’t always so shoot first, ask questions later about Akira, he’d have eventually learned that while the Metaverse alone couldn’t control time, a few enterprising gods and beings that existed between certainly could.

“Furthermore, if I kill you, there should be nothing left to send back in time.” Akechi continued, brows furrowed.

Akira shrugged, uncaring of his friend…enemy…no friend’s confusion. He was just waiting on the bullet at this point. This was the point of no return. It was always the point of no return. Without fail every time Akira had told Akechi anything along the lines of the truth, his friend had shot him point blank. Too deep in his own plans to allow for the kind of chaos a time traveler might bring to the equation.

It was predetermined. The rule imposed on him by this deal he’d made. He could keep trying. Keep going. Keep pushing, until one of two things happened: Akira admitted that Akechi was irredeemable and would always fall to his fate, or he accepted Akira’s revelation that he’d known Akechi’s identity this entire time, and had simply been trying to save him from himself.

Akira absolutely refused to give into the first option. He was doing all this because he knew his friend could be saved. It had to be true. If he could defy the fate set upon him by Yaldabaoth and triumph over a false reality, then he could turn the fate of the one person he’d been unable to save.

See, Akira had spent a long time thinking about Goro Akechi. Years after the boy’s death he still haunted Akira’s days and nights. He’d spent so much time wishing for another chance to save his friend who’d had a fate forced upon him, one he’d never asked for. To reach his hand out to someone who’d never had anyone reach for him willingly. To be able to show Akechi that he was wanted. All those wishes had eventually piled up, matchsticks tumbling one after another into a mound set to become a roaring blaze.

And that blaze had become a deal.

Akechi cocked the gun, the sound sharp in the quiet space of the attic Akira had made his home.

His face twisted into a furious grimace, “If you’ve really done this before as you claim you have, you should know nothing will change my mind. Taking down Shido is my only option.”

“I know.” Akira said, “You remind me of that every time.”

He sighed, exhaustion lacing his shoulders. He’d hoped this would be easier. But Akechi was as stubborn as Akira himself was.

Instead he reached up, movement slow, and gripped the gun, pulling it back forward that same incremental distance Akechi had lessened, “Go ahead.” He said, “Do it so I can try again.”

The gun dipped in a sudden and shocking movement, still between them, but pointed more towards Akira’s shoulder. His hand fell with it, leaving Akechi’s expression clear. He was frowning.

“Why?” He asked again, tone softer now, before turning into a growl, “Why do you want to ruin my life? Why continue with this charade?”

Akira tilted his head to the side, “What makes you think I want to ruin your life?”

“You said it yourself, we’re rivals.”

Well, if this attempt was this much of a dumpster fire, Akira might as well throw a bit more fuel to it and set the whole thing roaring.

“Rivals sure, but we’re friends, Akechi.” He stepped back, hand dropping off the gun to run through his hair, forgetting it was even there, still hovering between them.

“Stop spouting nonsense.” Akechi spit, “We are enemies, diametrically opposed in every way.”

A broken laugh burst out of Akira’s chest, and he had to press the back of his hand to his mouth to surprise it. Akira was tired. Tired of trying so hard to nudge Akechi towards the truth. His whole life he’d been more of a listener rather than a speaker. He preferred to take in what others were saying, mull over it, and hand them back the important bits, shiny and polished by care. But there was something about Akechi that made Akira want to become a flood. The other boy pulled words out of his mouth like unstopping a dam piece by piece. First they flowed slowly, and then all at once in a rush.

Well, if Akechi was going to force the truth from him, this time Akira would give it to him, in all its painful messy glory.

“Don’t be an idiot, Akechi. You and I? We’re the same. Two broken boys who were rejected by their families shoved into the same role and told to dance to the tune of a monster who never cared enough to be fair when asking the world of two stupid teenagers.”

He could be talking about Shido. He could also be talking about Yaldabaoth. He was probably talking about them both if he were to be honest with himself.

Akira was on a roll now, heedless of the shock spreading across Akechi’s features,

“You’re so damn stubborn. We’re the same in that too, rushing forward with our truth held between our teeth like pit bulls. For once in my life I am going to be the selfish one, and I’m not stopping until I’ve gotten what I wanted.”

Akira shot him a grin, “I’m a thief, Akechi. I came here to steal your fate. And I’m not leaving without you. So go ahead, kill me here. I’ll just rise up again and try until I can convince you of my feelings. I will try again, and again, and again. As many times as it takes to make you see the truth far before you can self-destruct.”

Akechi’s eyes were wide, pools of crimson opened wide in an attempt to take in the downpour that was Akira’s monologue.

He clenched his fists by his side, still not done, unwilling to let the other get another condescending word out before he’d said everything that had been piling up within him for years.

“I’ll do it to save your stupid, foolish ass, you idiot.” Akira snapped, voice angry and hard, like he had on one sleepless night. He’d been raging at the sky then, Akechi’s face almost visible against the stars, “You died and I had to go on living. I had to step into the world each day knowing I’d failed you. Knowing that no matter what I did it still meant you didn’t get your second chance. And I’d rather fail a thousand times again and again if it meant that eventually I’d succeed.”

Suddenly the gun was back in Akira’s face, “Liar.” The word was a hiss.

“You couldn’t possibly want to save me. Fault my plans? Yes. Push your own stupid ideas of justice? Of course. But save me? Shut up.” Akechi spit the words, his tone solid venom, “I spent months plotting your death, and the death of your friends. I killed Futaba’s mother, murdered your friend’s father. Killed countless others. There is no saving me. You should not want to save me.”

Akira sighed, “Then shoot me. I don’t know how to make you believe I care about you, but I’ll figure it out.” He locked eyes with Akechi, “I swear it.”

They stood there for a moment, frozen in time, hearts beating between the decision. Slowly, Akechi shifted, brows furrowing before his eyes widened, the in the next breath sharpened.

“How many times?”

Surprise made Akira blink, “What?”

“How many times have you done this? And do not try to tell me you can’t remember.”

“I wouldn’t dare.” Akira said, his shock at this question pulling the truth from him, not that he needed to lie. They hadn’t been sparring for a long time now, “Forty seven so far. Forty eight if you count the time I accidentally tripped into your sword.”

Akechi blinked at him, “You mean to tell me that you’ve allowed me to shoot you forty seven times?”

“And impale me once. But that was a genuine mistake. You weren’t even mad at me, in fact we were hitting it off really well in that loop. I thought it might be the one.”

Akira couldn’t describe the look on Akechi’s face. It had twisted up, but not with fury or confusion or even irritation. If Akira hadn’t felt this loop was already irreparably screwed up he’d have thought perhaps Akechi was about to cry.

“I hate you.” Akechi growled, “I—”

And then the impossible happened, tears slipped down Akechi’s face. He tried to glare, and instead it came out just sad.

“I hate you.” He said again, voice hoarse, “I hate you so much. Why do you have to be so damned perfect?”

His hand dropped at last, the gun falling to his side. Even with that concession, something burned behind his eyes, all that potential Yaldabaoth had seen in him smoldering even through hot tears. He stepped back, widening the gap between them to something far less intimate than it had been moments before.

“To think you would subject yourself to being killed by me that many times.” He shook his head, disbelief clouding anger, “You truly are a fool.”

He turned his face up, eyes locking on the cobweb lined ceiling, “I thought perhaps you’d only done it once. A single attempt to right a wrong. Yet here you stand.” Akechi looked back at him, “Tell me about the attempts. I want to know you aren’t lying.”

Akira smiled, hope finally blooming in his chest. Now that he thought about it, he had never managed to tell Akechi he’d been looping before. Even subtly. It was always over far too fast after he’d admitted simply to having gone back in time once.

Of course that’s what it would take. For someone desperate to experience one ounce of genuine care Akechi would believe nothing less than something as fool heartedly desperate as Akira’s scheme.

“I can do that.” Akira nodded, “I’ll give you as many details as you need.” He promised. “Because you deserve at least one person in your court.”

Because it could have just as easily been him on the other side of this mess. Jaded and furious at an unfair world, all his potential driving him to chaos.

“If humoring you has turned you into something sickeningly sentimental then perhaps I will not sit for them all.”

This only made Akria’s smile widen into a bright grin, “I can’t promise that, after all you’re listening to me at last.”

The other boy let out a bitter laugh, “After forty eight rejections, I feel obligated to give into your stubbornness at least once. After all, as you said, we are both akin to pit bulls.”

Akechi tucked the gun back under his coat, into the holster he’d kept it in, “Know this, I will be requiring a detailed explanation of your actions. While your earnest reaction to this conversation and your frankly baffling lack of self preservation has convinced me that you have somehow contrived of a way to go back in time, I need to know more. Perhaps a full explanation will stop me from making what I can only assume is a monumental mistake.”

“Something like that.” Akira’s grin could probably be described as goofy, relief was flooding him.

“Yes, well. I would rather not die in pursuit of my revenge, especially if it is dictated by fate as your story seems to indicate.” His lips twisted into a firm line, “My life is my own, not some puppet master’s.”

“I did try to tell you once someone was trying to control your fate.” Akira mused, remembering the rather explosive reaction he’d received.

“Do not forget you are trying to control my fate as well Akira.”

He waved off the words with the air of someone who had heard far worse, “Nonsense, I told you, I’m trying to steal it.” He shot Akechi a sharp grin, “I am a Phantom Thief after all.”

This prompted a genuine laugh, something Akira thought he’d never get to hear again.

“Indeed you are. Well then, Mr. Phantom Thief, do your worst. Tell me all about this plan to steal my fate.”

And for the first time, Akira knew he had finally succeeded.

#persona 5 #goro akechi #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #time loop fic #time travel fic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #this came to me in a haze of feels last night and I wrote it instead of the sick fic I was planning #these two are very stubborn #and make me just want to yell #Precious Posts

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oobbbear · 5 months

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Please understand that when I say I grab you, I don’t mean grabbing your face or arm thats rude and creepy please don’t do that to anyone

When I say I grab you I’m saying it like I’m grabbing you like a potato. It’s my way of saying hey I appreciate and respect you let’s be friends

#bearz rambling tag #shit post #but no seriously #I really do mean potato when I say I grab you #I say grabbing ppl a lot #I don’t want ppl to misunderstand my intention #you’re a precious potato to me #I’m grabbing you as a sign of respect

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gael-garcia · 6 months

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A WORLD NOT OURS (2012, Mahdi Fleifel)

#I LOV GRANDPA AAAAA #precious!#a world not ours #mahdi fleifel #screencaps #palestinian cinema #documentary #dailyworldcinema #post

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twistedappletree · 3 months

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mfw i’m only 16 and have single-handedly made several of the most powerful cultivators cry simply by calling them stupid and telling a few “yo mama” jokes without any repercussions from the elders of my own clan who let me do/say whatever the hell i want because they’ve given up on trying to stop me

#chad #mdzs #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #cql #chen qing ling #lan jingyi #precious gremlin #mdzs crack #mdzs meme #mdzs shitposting #apple babble 🍎#the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #fr tho nobody checks this kid ever #he gets a free pass for everything #prob bc nobody else wants to get roasted into oblivion lmFAO #chicken boy #i know he’s more goblin than gremlin but I’ve been using the gremlin tag forever and don’t wanna go through changing it in every post 😭

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preciousthingsareprecious · 1 year

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Did you know you can just keep clicking the reactions on a post and adding more to the counter? And the reaction number's indicator gets bigger with the more times you click?

I'm going to see how big I can get it to go, will report back soon

#precious posts #personal #tumblr nonsense #I am taking advantage of this fun while I have it

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dawnseternallight · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Venti & Zhongli (Genshin Impact) Characters: Venti (Genshin Impact), Zhongli (Genshin Impact) Additional Tags: Venti as Barbatos (Genshin Impact), Zhongli is Called Morax (Genshin Impact), Khaenri’ah, Durin - Freeform, during the events of Khaenri'ah's fall, Hurt/Comfort, Archon Zhongli (Genshin Impact), Archon Venti (Genshin Impact), Dragonspine, fuzzy genshin lore, what is canon, canon is what I say it is, Davalin, Fleshing out lore, Barbatos' fight with Durin, but with a twist, or rather what if Morax also just showed up Series: Part 1 of Wayward Winds, Firm Foundations Summary:

During Khaenri'ah's fall Barbatos and Davalin fought with Durin the dragon, while Morax stayed in Khaenri'ah. This is them apart, and together during that time.

#Venti #Zhongli #Venti & Zhongli #fics that explore lore #I just wanted to write these two during the old days #you know when war crimes were happening #and dragons were being fought #fanfiction #precious posts

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biceratops7 · 4 months

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hold- wait a fucking minute...

Beelzebub is acting really freaking weird in this scene.

Ok so I encourage you to rewatch it cause I can't really properly illustrate it in gifs, but they don't sound irritated, or even particularly intimidating. We know Beezlebub to be a very dry person, even in moments they want something and need to manipulate/ convince someone for it. So this abnormally animated and even somewhat friendly demeanor doesn't strike me as part of buttering Crowley up to get him to help them.

This is a weird line. We know Beelzebub isn't like Shax, they've been around a bit more and have a better grasp on things like tone and figurative language. There's almost no way they're unaware that saying this would immediately clue Crowley in to the fact that Heaven and Hell do in fact have communication, so they must want him to know. For whatever reason, it's important to them that Crowley knows they're a reputable source.

And then I remembered where I've heard that tone before.

It's nearly the exact same one Crowley uses to tell Aziraphale that he needs to protect them. It's the kind of tone you use when you need someone to read between the lines and understand more than you can safely tell them. Beelzebub is fully ready to believe Shax when they say Gabriel's in the bookshop, and acknowledge later that Aziraphale was a very fitting and likely candidate to harbor him. They know full well Crowley doesn't want jack shit to do with Hell, and would probably be offended if anything by anyone referring to his "nasty little heart". That is merely a performance to mask what they're really trying to tell him, which is that Aziraphale is in danger.

Without this detail Crowley very well could've turned Gabriel in to Heaven instead of Hell, he certainly doesn't see much difference between the two. Beelzebub is the reason he decisively doesn't, and races home in a panic.

And I think it's genuinely so sweet, this moment of understanding and comradery between them that goes unnoticed, even to Crowley. They drop the shtick and make sure that he knows the book of life is a real threat, and you only need to be merely involved in hiding him to be erased from it. Because to them, there's also the very real possibility that Crowley knows about Gabriel while Aziraphale doesn't, so they're double checking Crowley will not to tell him and instead go straight to them. There’s just something so protective in it.