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The next time Arthur doesn’t say thank you, Gwaine puts his hand on Merlin’s back, stroking down the long length of it, from the short curls of hair at the nape of his neck to the neat cinch of his waist.
“Thanks,” he praises, throwing a wink to an agape Arthur as he does. It’s wonderful.
So wonderful, in fact, that for the next fortnight, for every brusque word that spills from Arthur’s lips, Gwaine spills three sweet ones.
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09 Dec 2025
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“I want to win tournaments,” Gwaine muses aloud, letting it bloom behind his eyes, “and give Merlin the wreath. I want to be the sword that stands between him and his enemies. I want to swear an oath to him, and be in his service and wear his colours for everyone from here to Caerleon to see.”
Arthur swallows, his shoulders slumping. His blond fringe hangs over his eyes, but something like fresh hope sparks there as well. “Merlin hasn’t got any colours.”
“Yeah,” Gwaine sighs in agreement, letting the curl of amusement he feels find its way to his voice, “so I’ll just have to wear yours until he does.”
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It was supposed to be Jennifer.
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18 Jun 2025
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Needy lowers herself, nosing Jennifer’s hair out of the way to scrape her teeth against Jennifer’s neck, and what the absolute shit is she doing. “Are you scared?” Needy asks, the first words she’s said since showing up and acting like a total freakshow.
Her first instinct is to lie. It’s always to lie. But Needy is covered in blood and they both still smell of fire and she can’t hear her heartbeat and Jennifer doesn’t have a fucking clue what’s going on, so she’s honest, for once. “Always.”
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won't even plant a garden by ShanaStoryteller
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
24 Jul 2019
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He should have been a moth rather than a snake.
There's something inside him that can't resist the light.
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18 Jun 2025
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She sheds her clothes like he sheds a skin, pulling his hands to her, letting him touch her for what he knows will be the last time. “You weep as a woman weeps,” she tells him, her hands in his hair, her thigh hitched over his hip.
“How’s that?” he asks, tries to keep from choking on the words.
“As if the future rests on your hips,” she says, “and you must walk it forward."
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Thy Kingdom Come by ShanaStoryteller
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
10 Jun 2019
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Crowley is just following orders.
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21 Jan 2025
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“Can you just stand by and do nothing?” she presses. “All it takes for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.”
“I’m not a man,” he says, because he isn’t, no more than she’s a woman or She’s a woman or any of them are anything. But they’re close enough, he supposes, in the grand scheme of things.
“You’re good,” she insists, and tears prick his eyes at her conviction, at what should be an insult to him now.
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the art of redirecting lightning by TheRainbowElectric
Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005)
28 Sep 2024
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A realization that’s been lapping at the edges of Sokka’s mind all night finally crashes over him in a wave. “You really hate yourself,” he says slowly, as the cold understanding sinks in.
Zuko’s glare could melt glaciers. “You wouldn’t, if you’d done all the things I’ve done?” he says, which would be fair, except — it’s not just about the things Zuko’s done, is it? It’s also about the things he hasn’t. Zuko hates himself for things that are his fault, and things that aren’t. For who he is, and who he hasn’t managed to be.
And Sokka can see, with sudden, sharp clarity, that if he were to plot the strength of Zuko’s self-hatred alongside the strength of his bending over time, the two lines would hug in almost perfect sync. Which leaves Sokka with only one question: whether someone’s self-loathing could run so deep and unrelenting that it sustains their bending for the better part of a decade.
The night before going in search of Sun Warrior ruins, Zuko starts to doubt that hatred is the source of his bending after all. Sokka helps him figure out what it really is.
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09 Jan 2025
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Sokka scowls. “So you what, hunted him for sport? For fun?”
Zuko scowls right back. “What part of any of that looked fun to you?”
“Then why did you do it?”
“Because my father told me to.”
“And that was enough?”
“It wouldn’t be for you?”
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which I shed for you by darcylindbergh for NarumiKaiko
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
09 Apr 2023
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The cigarette burns slow between Crowley’s fingertips. The taste of smoke in his mouth drags memories from his lungs, dusty as ash and cold as. The church opposite is grey with it, too—the build-up of centuries, the soot and stain of humanity blackening its very foundations.
He would have hated this building, Crowley thinks, looking up at the spire, piercing white and imposing. He’d have liked the pub better.
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08 Jan 2025
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Inside, reflecting the stained glass, the outstretched arms, there’ll be a crucifix. Enormous and gold, heavy with the weight of Yeshua’s body still hanging in its place.
Crowley has wanted to take him down for two thousand years.
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“You’re the Prince?” Merlin says, eyeing him. He hesitates, then adds, defiant, “The Mad Prince of Camelot.”
Arthur doesn’t move. There’s quiet for a long time, then he says it. “I am.”
“You don’t seem mad,” he says.
The smile wells up from somewhere deep, and very sad. “Well, Merlin,” he says, “give me time.”Series
- Part 1 of Magical Bloody Sex Assassin
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08 Jan 2025
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“Do you know where you are?”
“Camelot,” Merlin says, almost spitting the name.
And Arthur half-rises, pure instinct to protect that dream, the ideal, before he remembers what his kingdom is now and what Merlin has likely endured to end up here. The lad doesn’t flinch, just glares out at Arthur, chin up, ready for a blow.
“Yes,” he says softly instead, sinks down and glances out the window. Camelot.
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“Merlin,” Arthur says, and his voice has calmed, but there is still steel in the substructure of it. “You asked me to conjure fire; tell me how you've got the burn scar on your chest.”
It is everything Merlin can do not to laugh, hysteria gathering in the hollows of his teeth; of course, this is the scar that Arthur would ask about first. “No. Ask about another one.”
An attack gone wrong leaves Merlin and Arthur stuck in each other's bodies. While Merlin thinks the most complicated part is that Arthur ends up with his magic, it does not take long until he is reminded that it can always, always get worse.
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- Part 60 of Merlin Stories
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06 Jan 2025
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He startles when Arthur is suddenly in front of him, eyes wild and his fingers wrapping around Merlin’s wrists, too tight. “I never asked you—you were never supposed—”
The words are jagged, sentences bitten-off and raw. Merlin understands; he never learnt how to bear watching Arthur drive himself to ruin for his kingdom either.
He lifts his shoulder into a shrug. “I’m a sorcerer, sire; I don’t think you are supposed to care about how marred my skin is.”
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There is a god loose in Camelot.
At least, according to the Druids. The longer that Arthur extends his welcome to the strange folk of the forest, the more that come into Camelot to do business. And with the swell of Druids comes a swell of whispers.
“They worship a god called Emrys,” Elyan reports to the Round Table one day. “They believe him to be in the city, and are treating Camelot as a sort of pilgrimage site.”
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- Part 3 of Merlin is a God AUs
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06 Jan 2025
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One night, in bed, Arthur lifts himself on an elbow and gazes down at his manservant. “I know you worship Emrys.”
He doesn’t know what compels him to say it. Maybe it’s the way Merlin reacts every time the god is brought up, like he can’t be anywhere else fast enough. The look on his face, that first time Arthur asked, definitely has something to do with it.
Merlin laughs.
He laughs so long and so hard that Arthur becomes alarmed. Then the laughter turns to tears. Merlin sobs into Arthur’s chest, his shoulders shaking.
Arthur doesn’t ask again.
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Sam thinks most hunters end up like this, if they survive. Future-fic, not very happy.
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05 Jan 2025
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Sam spends an entire night's poker winnings on a bump of the latest and greatest designer cocktail and he's flying high when Dean finds him, just flying. Dean locks him in a cheap motel room and gentles him through the shakes. Doesn't bother with an ER. Sam's come down off of worse, and at least this doesn't have him hallucinating demon-possessed relatives.
He doesn't ask why Sam did something so dumbfuck stupid, so Sam doesn't have to tell him about the waitress who looked just like a woman he put down in the year he wasn't entirely Sam. A pretty brunette with green eyes and freckles. A civilian, stepped into the wrong place at the wrong time and he didn't even hesitate. He didn't hesitate at all.
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She knows, distantly, that it’s been over half a millennium, not just a few years, since they last saw Merlin. It’s only been a few years for her, though (and for Arthur), short enough that grief sometimes still startles her, long enough that she clutches her memories to her like rags against a blizzard, dreading the day when they wear through completely.
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- Part 1 of The Paths Your Heroes Came
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05 Jan 2025
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It’s several (years) days later when he looks at her from a different angle, at the sourceless light tangling in her hair, and says, startled, “Lady. You were—you were—”
Freya looks at him narrow-eyed, feeling the urge to hurt rise up sharp-tipped and shadowy inside her. She thinks she knows what he means: you were that girl, that monster; you were one of the people I’ve killed without considering. She says, “Merlin’s lover? Yes,” and watches him flinch.
She is the Lady of the Lake, and one of the guardians of Avalon, but sometimes she’s also the girl who was killed just after feeling the first hope she’d known in what seemed like her entire life.
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Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach by Nnm
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)
05 Oct 2019
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As soon as Aubrey Thyme, psychotherapist, had opened her office door and seen her new client, Anthony J. Crowley, sitting in her waiting area, she was observing and assessing him. At first glance, she paid attention to the following:
--His clothing was expensive and stylish;
--He wore very strange but noticeable cologne;
--His relationship to the seat he occupied could only, very loosely, be described as “sitting;”
--He looked angry;
--He was wearing sunglasses.What Aubrey Thyme, a professional, thought, upon first seeing her new client was: you’re going to be a fun one, aren’t you?
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05 Jan 2025
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He couldn’t hide without his sunglasses. His eyes were full of frustration and obstinacy, but also fear and hope. “Will. You. Pleasssssse. Trusssst me.”
Sometimes, he could look exactly like someone who should never, ever be trusted.
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Dean and Ben, the night Dean hits the road.
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- Part 3 of Apple Pie Life
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05 Jan 2025
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"It's a lot better than the alternative," Dean says. "Trust me. Go to school. Work on your curveball. Look after your mom. Be a kid." He stops for a moment. "Maybe, uh. Maybe when you're older we'll talk about this again, okay? But not now."
He looks like he's not sure he wants to be saying that even while the words are coming out of his mouth. It's a complicated expression that Ben doesn't quite know how to read, like the one Mom wore when she was on the phone with Nana three nights ago and saying that she couldn't tell her their new address.
Scared. Dean looks scared. It makes Ben's stomach feel squirmy and unpleasant. "Okay," he says finally.
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So this is what it feels like, Dean thinks. Having a future.
After the crypt, Dean takes a minute to clear his head. That breather - Dean and Benny on a road trip, as the country crawls by in a never-ending sprawl of diners and roadside attractions and museum brochures and ticket stubs - changes everything that follows.
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- Part 1 of Wayfinding
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04 Jan 2025
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Sometimes, when Dean can't stand to be touched and has trouble sleeping, Benny'll stand guard. Not to watch him sleep, but with his back to him, arms crossed, staring out the window or door. Sometimes he talks. Sometimes he hums. It helps.
One night of those nights, Dean wakes up in the middle of the night, shaking. Benny's sitting on the far edge of the bed, staring out the window. His hand is close to Dean's foot, but he's outside the radius they've identified Dean needs these nights. "Look," Benny says. His voice is pitched low. "I'm a selfish old man, so you gotta know. Whatever you did – whatever you've done - if it helped you survive, I'm glad you did it."
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this message is a warning about danger (about love) by darcylindbergh
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
20 Mar 2020
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He knows Aziraphale wonders about it, sometimes. The snake.
Crowley’s always careful with it. He’s always careful to make it seem like it should be impressive, to posture and pose and tease; or else he’s careful to make it seem like a joke, to fill it to the brim with bravado and confidence until it’s practically sour on his own tongue, laughing and showing off.
He doesn’t ever say that he’s afraid, afterwards, and there’s not really much else to be said.
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04 Jan 2025
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“I don’t mean right now.” Aziraphale had said. “I just mean—this is our home. Our side. You should be comfortable to be yourself.”
The snake, buried deep in Crowley’s chest, had raised its head.
He’d been still and quiet for a moment, careful not to tense up, careful not to tighten all his muscles in visceral response and leap away. Can he tell? Crowley had wondered. Can he feel it there, curled like some grotesque corkscrew underneath my skin? Can he feel it there, basking in his warmth, stealing it away?
“I’m comfortable,” Crowley had repeated, more clearly, and he'd pushed the snake back down and reached up to kiss Aziraphale without fangs in his mouth.
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to carthage then i came by spargelseason for HoloXam
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
18 Jul 2019
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Across the floor, Aziraphale has stilled.
‘Loved love, Augustine,’ Crowley picks up, voice quiet, looking at the red-streaked open palm of his hand. ‘How noble. But what if he couldn’t? Theory. Theory’s one thing, but—ah, has no one ever done it the wrong way? No one envied, loved the wrong thing, for the wrong reason, in the worst of circumstances? Has no one ever hated love? It hurts, doesn’t it? It must hurt. Else what would be the point of all the self-denial.’
[Aziraphale and Crowley after the Apocalypse, on the brink of becoming something else than they have been, with all the doubts and apprehensions to still approach and work through.]
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04 Jan 2025
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‘Wait,’ and there it is, desperation. He feels himself surge forward, his own shaking hand clutching on the angel’s shoulder, pulling him back, ‘wait. I’m saying it all wrong, I just. I want you to want it. All that this entails. All of it.’
Me, he doesn’t say, but it saves him from nothing.
Aziraphale looks at him: how odd to find him slightly taller now, and so eerily bright with the way light settles around him. He reaches down to lightly touch his cheek and Crowley breathes in, sharply, through his nose, leaning in despite best effort.
‘You know you don’t need to worry about that,’ Aziraphale says, voice pinched.
‘Then maybe I’m saying it all wrong again,’ Crowley whispers, the last of his reason’s voice—the last of his defences, maybe—thinning in the wind, ‘maybe what I’m trying to say is, I don’t want you to hate it that you do.’
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It takes Dean four days to get to Louisiana, jaw clenched against the ferocity of daylight, the consumptive hunger threatening to sink him. Benny comes up under a blackout sky, and the night vibrates with a blue so electric his hairs stand on end.
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04 Jan 2025
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They look at each other, uneasy in the deadlight of a shuttered moon, cautious like that first day they’d met, circling like predator and prey, like monster and hunter, like damnation and salvation.
And then, “Here,” Dean says. He takes a step in, close enough for Benny to feel his breathing. He holds out his other hand, the one he’d used to staunch the wound. With words as casual as his heartbeat isn’t, he says, “Might as well finish.”
“You know what you’re asking for?” Benny says, and he doesn’t call him brother.
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What happens between the night that Mickey comes out until the morning that Ian can't get out of bed.
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04 Jan 2025
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"Has anyone ever told you they love you before?"
Startled, Mickey exhales smoke and coughs. "No," he snaps. "So shut the fuck up."
"Why can't it be me?" Ian asks.
"It is you," Mickey snaps. "All right? I know it's you."
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(Never) Forget Who You Are by mindbending for MuffinLance
Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender
04 Jan 2021
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“Hello, my name is Joo Lee,” says a young man in cheery spring green, his smile stretched to the point of pain. “I have been given the great honor of showing the Avatar around Ba Sing Se.”
“Zuko?!”
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04 Jan 2025
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“Wait,” Sokka says. “You’re still on the Fire Lord’s side? You think that was a demonstration of nice parenting?”
“I don’t know about nice, but-“ Joo Lee fidgets, eyes darting to his own lap- “how could any father do something like that, if not out of necessity and love?”
They won’t stop staring.
Katara sighs, eyes glimmering with unshed tears. Joo Lee doesn’t care.
“If it’s worth anything,” Aang finally says, “the rest of us are rooting for the prince.”
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Iroh insists they create a new life and identity in Ba Sing Se. Zuko wants nothing more than to bide his time until his next opportunity to return home, until he realizes ‘Lee’ can get away with things Zuko never could.
Zuko dons the mantle of the Blue Spirit again only to lose his focus when the Avatar comes to the city. This time, however, his attention is drawn to the annoying Southern Tribe warrior.- Language:
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04 Jan 2025
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Where the scar tissue met flesh was sensitive, and often hurt, the rest Zuko couldn’t feel. Numbness on his face, only from under the skin could he feel the pressure of a thumb that touched under his eye. Zuko closed his eyes. He stayed, unmoving, like when he was eleven lying down at the edge of the pond in the garden, arms outstretched in front of him, careful not to flinch to scare the turtleducks that had been drawn close by curiosity, knowing not to make a move, knowing they were skittish like he was, wanting to take them all away somewhere no one else could touch, somewhere safe, even though he didn’t know where that would be.
“This must have hurt,” Sokka’s voice said, low enough it only added to the quiet around them.
Zuko opened his mouth to lie, but somewhere along the words muddled with his thoughts and what he said instead was, “I used to look like my mother.”