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macolethings · 2 months
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Sonraun Rein Kiken (A Life Worth Living)
Summary: Lexa and Clarke deserved more time and a happy ending. But in this world, and with the responsibilities these two have, it won't be easy. And more than one event will work to tear them apart. Experience these two learning about one another, falling in love, and taking on the world together.
Canon Fix-It that starts the night after Lexa fights Roan and kills Nia in season 3. There will be romance, angst, attempted humor, unexpected friendships, and maybe a few other surprises.
This was inspired by @sassymajesty who asked if there was a fic where Lexa lives, the apocalypse still happens, and some other specific things happen (spoilers). So, here it is!
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Lexa stood outside Clarke’s door, hesitant to knock. Her fight with Roan had drained her physically, and the betrayal from her ambassadors has drained her mentally. And Clarke, well she was draining Lexa in all sorts of ways. One day Lexa is thrown into a wall with a knife to her throat, and soon after Clarke is at her throat trying to talk her out of the Soulou gonplei (single combat). Almost as if she was scared for Lexa’s life, and not just the Commander’s. Clarke had saved her life when she voted against the coup’s call of “no confidence.” It was a fortunate outcome of inviting Skaikru to be the Thirteenth Clan. She had to thank her. Taking one final breath to steady herself, she knocked. 
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raisinghellonstarbug · 2 months
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Castiel thought about the years they had spent together, how they had first met and how it was a little shaky between them at the beginning.
But then, as Castiel got to know them, the picture of this person became much more clear. Crystal in fact. Worthy of that comparison.
This person brought light to Castiel’s life. They made the fall of Earth just slightly bearable enough to pull through it, to fight for it, to fight for the beautiful humans that their brothers and sisters had come to loathe so much over time.
And this particular human they could never hate so, even if they were being monstrous.
But Castiel knew, the good intentions were always there, even if soulless, even if they had tainted themselves so much so to the point of near evil... Castiel knew.
Castiel knew even more than his older brother.
And when Castiel thinks about him, it is with adoration, with warmth, with pure love in their own soul.
They could never let go of this feeling. And only when they finally declared, mere moments before being taken by the void, the coldness of the Empty... Castiel finally felt free.
Castiel hoped Sam knew, from his dying words and their sacrifice, that Castiel was wholeheartedly, unequivocally, so alarmingly, in love with him.
The last thoughts Castiel had before being taken his last breath were those beautiful eyes, the beautiful smile, the warming glow of his soul, the heart of Sam Winchester.
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elmundodeflor · 6 months
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The Tale Of The Butterflies - Now Out on AO3
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"This goes out to my grandma
Who fell with the April breeze
And just like the autumn leaves
I hope she grows back to me
When butterflies migrate on to spring."
Grass creaks under their boots as they walk. It’s their one day-off, and Hanji had insisted on them going out the walls to explore.
“C´mon! It’ll be fun!”, they’d said. And Levi, though reluctant, had accepted in the end. He had thought about using the spare time to clean around headquarters. But the weather was too nice to waste. Besides, they had already fixed a cleaning-day a few weeks prior. A little sun wouldn’t hurt him much.
He sighs, stares at the clearing before him. It’s early spring, and the first-born sprouts begin to poke from the trees; branches dotted by shy specs of green. It’s a wonderful sight, he has to admit. Light seeps through the leaves, paints the fields of cellophane gold. And he thinks, he’s quite glad Hanji had dragged him out for a walk, after all. Even when, by walk, he means listening to their rambles or getting his clothes dirty.
“Look!”, he hears them call. They are pointing at a rare flower, lost somewhere in a midst of wood and brown. A butterfly floats around its petals; its wings fragile, fluttering in see-through yellow. “Isn’t this beautiful?”
Levi hums. Hanji had taken him discover the pretty to the world. The sparkle that laid in common-detail, so often invisible to the eye. He had a much more different stance at life before he met them, he tells himself. The Underground was harsh, and cold, and ruthless. And so, he thought he could only seek survival, then.
“It’s still a bug.”, he huffs. His voice is rather soft, despite the rough tone.
Hanji laughs at him, as if their fingers had caught the sweet within his words.
“I've never told you about butterflies, haven’t I?”, they ask; arms crossed over their chest. The afternoon light splatters over brown hair. Has turned their glasses into a stained kaleidoscope. “Come, quick! Get over here!”
Levi shakes his head, but does so, anyways. Truth is, they had shown him the colors of the wild, helped him understand rain and stars. It made him feel like he belonged, somehow. Like he could always find rainbows hidden in a universe that had unraveled to black and white.
"What is it?"
Hanji extends a finger. The butterfly has perched upon it, foolishly mistaken it for a flower petal. It makes them giggle; how its tiny legs trickle their skin. How Levi gives them a knowing stare, wide-eyed and curious.
“These babies”, they tell him, as they lift their hand up. “Only live for a single day.”
Levi frowns. His mouth parts open: an expression of sheer innocence. It’s almost as if he’s just starting to grow, like leaves that crawl from the mud. He doesn’t quite understand, yet, the way some things work. And he takes a guess, even if just to entertain the idea, that it’s nice to be a little bit naive, still.
“I call bullshit.”, he grunts. The butterfly sits in quiet; its wings shimmering under the timid rays of dusk. How could something so complex fade away so quickly?
Hanji laughs, louder this time.
“It’s true!”, they try to defend themselves. Their smile is warm and kind, wider than the open fields. “They start as caterpillars, first.”, they explain, though rather careful. “Then, they go through a transition process known as metamorphosis.”
Levi says nothing for a while, drinks in every trace of sunlight. He can’t help but think that they sound like an expert, indeed. That it’s just like they’ve spent their whole lives searching for answers to the mysteries of nature.
He looks at the butterfly first, and at Hanji, after. They’re holding their finger up to their nose, so near they’ve turned crossed-eyed and dizzy. He figures, probably, there’s tenderness about the ways they have for exploring. That his soul is left exposed at the sight of them: skewed glasses, clothes speckled.
“Ah, well…!”, he hears them speak again. “I just find it so incredible! A few months in and ta-da! They completely change forms.”
He scoffs. It seemed gross, in all honesty. But that, he wouldn't say. Hanji most likely knew already, anyways.
“All that and just to die within a day, huh...?”, he sighs, disappointed.
Hanji nods, and takes his hand into theirs for a moment. There’s a thin layer of dust that’s collected underneath their nails. A warm splotch of sweat that peppers over their palms, too.
Still, Levi doesn’t care.
"Super unfair, if you ask me.", he watches them shrug, ever so carefree. The butterfly's fumbled from their finger onto his, made a home out of his embrace. And he feels as though time has stopped, right there and then. Like he's cradling a daydream too good to be true. "So, pay attention, alright? We're probably never gonna see this again!"
He catches his breath. The butterfly spreads its wings, shows them every hue of golden and yellow. It's fascinating, he thinks, as he brings it up close to his face. He'd been told, the world was supposed to be one filled with despair. An irregular battlefield, where love could only come at the cost of loss.
Yet, he notices, there's a beauty that remains precious, even in the simple. Some kind of wonder that stays in moments of quiet: the fading sunsets, the blink of an eye. Hanji goes on adventures, smiles with their heart light. And he finds that it's contagious, really. That passion of theirs. That they can let joy bloom in places others had planted with sorrow.
How do they do it?
“I don’t get it.”, he complains. And they let out a giggle: a sound that drifts away with the breeze.
“You don’t have to, Levi.”, they tell him. The traces of their voice hang loose around the edges; his name a soft whisper on their lips. “To be frank, I don’t quite get it myself, either…”
He remains quiet for a minute, takes in the perfume that lingers in the air. A smile of his own has blossomed on his mouth, shy as wildflowers that push above-ground. He's aware of how stubborn he can be. How he can seem cool and unfazed, at times. Still, he decides that, maybe, Hanji can be right, if only just for now. That there’s some kind of comfort in sharing himself with someone who simply understands.
He exhales, and looks up at the butterfly: the way it floats off to the afternoon. It appears to him, somehow, the meadows feel emptier now that it’s gone. Yet, he’s certain, there’s not much he can do about what’s finite, after all.
Some things are meant to slip beyond one’s line of comprehension, anyways.
"I think we should start heading back.", he offers, as he gets up to sweep the mud that’s on his pants. The sun’s about to set, and all he really wishes for is a long, hot shower before dinner.
Hanji grazes him another smile, and helps themselves off the floor, as well.
“Then admit that you had fun, at least!”, they tease. And Levi figures, perhaps, to them happiness can be only but a butterfly, in the end. The brittle that's in beauty. The fleeting one yearns to keep from the sweet betrayals of time.
He huffs and turns around to stare at them, still walking a few steps behind. He did have a wonderful day, indeed. But that, he wouldn't say. Hanji most likely knew already, anyways.
"Don’t be stupid.", he goes, instead. And they laugh in response, loud, and wild, and clear. “We’re gonna be late for tea.”
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icemankazansky86 · 1 year
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What if… what if I just—
Jasper originally being a part of the Southern Unionists who served in the Union Army during the Civil War instead of the Confederacy. Because then he’d still be from the South, but without the *ahem* …other stuff, ya know?
I put our boy in a Union uniform so, ha! Take that Smeyer.
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d-arcyrealms · 2 years
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daemyra | family bonding moments: all the love we unravel
Unconnected moments of Daemon, Rhaenyra and the children connecting as a family in their years living in Dragonstone.
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“No more pissing in my armor.” —he said, walking to leave with the two Targaryen-Velaryon princes.
Jace turned to him. 
“No more kissing mom at the dinner table.”
Daemon eyed him up and down. 
“Fine.” — he held out his hand for them to shake like princes who finished war.  
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get-w-rec-ked · 1 year
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when the sun came up (you were looking at me) (13430 words) by MajorinMonster Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: &รักโคตรร้ายสุดท้ายโคตรรัก | KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat/Kim Kimhant Theerapanyakun Characters: Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat, Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun, Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, Khun Tankhun Theerapanyakun, Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Fix-It, Fluff and Angst, Magical Realism
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The night air is warm and humid. A full moon hangs in the sky above the city like a beacon in the dark.
Chay sighs to himself and looks up at it.
Today marks the month anniversary of Kim breaking up with him—if you can call it that.
AKA the fic where Chay gets turned into a kitten, manages to find Kim and has the unfortunate position of watching everyone he loves think he’s missing.
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spectre83 · 1 year
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Chapters: 13/13 Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Kanan Jarrus & Jacen Syndulla, Hera Syndulla & Jacen Syndulla Characters: Ezra Bridger, CT-7567 | Rex, Sabine Wren, Ketsu Onyo, C1-10P | Chopper, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, Alexsandr Kallus, Jacen Syndulla, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Chewbacca (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Married Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Married Sex, Parental Kanan Jarrus, mostly domestic fluff, Parental Hera Syndulla, Kanan Jarrus Loves Hera Syndulla, Sighted Kanan Jarrus, Kanan Jarrus Lives, References to Star Wars: Original Trilogy, Kanan isn’t in the OT because he’s a stay at home dad okay, Hera gets to run around all over the OT because Kanan is home with Jacen, Inappropriate Use of the Force, Marital angst, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Not Canon Compliant, Post-Canon Fix-It, Star Wars: Original Trilogy Era, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex, body painting, Force-Sensitive Jacen Syndulla Series: Part 2 of Kanan Jarrus Deserved to Live - Fight Me Summary:
“You can be a great mother and a great general. It doesn’t have to be one or the other. Whether you’re ready to go back tomorrow or in six weeks, when the medic actually clears you, I will be right beside you doing what I can to make it work. When it makes sense, Jacen and I will come with you. When it doesn’t, we won’t. And when you can’t physically be with Jacen, I’ll tell him all the stories of what a formidable woman his mother is and how lucky he is, and I am, to have you.” Kanan told her.
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How Hera and Kanan learned how to be a long distance family.
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me whenever I see posts about how canon is shit and can be discarded
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wakraya · 3 months
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Listen to me.
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nerdpoe · 4 months
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Danny, upon realizing that ecto can be used to shape his body per how he perceives it, is very quick to invent a small handheld device that can manipulate that and turn it on others.
Then he opens up shop on the internet.
If someone puts in their info and name, and a place to meet them, he'll use his powers and tour the world to visit them.
And then use modified ecto to help them shapeshift their body to their desired gender.
That's right.
For the small price of like, whatever is in someone's pocket (gum, a weird penny, maybe a fastfood run on the way to the meet location), the hero Phantom is offering free transition shapeshifting. No surgery, no pain, no drugs.
Possible side effects include levitation, seeing the dead, hiccup(ing fire), speaking Ghostspeak, possible claws and fangs, glowing eyes, super strength, super speed, sonic blasts from mouth, pointed ears, electronic interference, and being hunted by a government entity.
All side effects except the claws, fangs, pointed ears, glowing eyes, and being hunted by a government entity will disappear after two weeks.
Everyone but Danny is surprised by how many Trans people find this a steal of a deal.
Hunted by the government? Pffffff. Just a fuckin Tuesday then.
Tim Drake-Wayne, Alysia Yeoh, and Cullen Row agree to meet up with this guy to see if he's legitimate. No other reason. No sir. Not at all.
(They all get their gender affirming Shapeshift and are very fucking pleased that there will be no more shots in the future for any of them)
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sofipitch · 1 year
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extrashortshorts · 1 year
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After all this years i rediscover my love for a blue clown
short-timed hyperfixation lets gooooooo-
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cozystars · 10 months
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luigi didn't get the whole ‘furry’ thing till now
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 7 months
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I take back my former Luo Binghe design. Big Buff Binghe is too standard. It's expected. The sillier angle to take is: manifesting his small, needy dog energy into physical form.
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molinaskies · 7 months
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An interesting “side effect” of the canonization of the “classic era” meaning “younger era” is that the classic era now reads as “cute fun times” before the core cast became teenagers/tweens and things got super, super complicated.
Because the characters are “younger,” there’s an air of “little rascal innocence” to everything they do now. The new releases like Mania and Superstars now feel like little throwbacks to the young heroes just learning how to work together and make a difference in the world.
I don’t think this is a bad thing at all.
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ink--theory · 27 days
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i believe agent 8 and parallel canon should kiss, as a little treat :3c
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