#st daemon au

[wingedquill]

soulscream

whumptober day 1 | alternative prompt: "broken" | word count: 1572

fandom: Stranger Things | characters: Steve and Robin | cw: daemon-related torture, major character death (ish) | tags: daemon au, unhappy ending (for now)

Robin will hate herself forever for it, but part of her sees the whole “getting kidnapped and slapped around by Russian guards” thing as a big fucking adventure, a wild story that she’ll be able to tell people when they ask her how she spent her summer, right up until they start beating Steve’s daemon.

And then everything gets really real, really fast.

Her ears start ringing after the first hit, like it’s her they’ve just suckerpunched instead of Steve’s fucking soul, and all of her clever plans of a glorious escape turn to static in her brain. Steve screams, short and agonized, and she can feel his whole body spasming against her.

They’re tied back to back. She can see Estella but he can’t, he couldn’t even see the blow coming.

This isn’t happening. This isn’t—this isn’t something that happens.

The guard draws back his arm again. The baton comes back down. Steve screams again, somehow louder.

“Who do you work for?” the guard asks, swinging the baton back and forth like a batter getting ready to hit a home run. He sounds almost bored. Like this is something he does every day. Like this is normal.

“I—I don’t—” Steve gasps. “I don’t—please—please no—”

Another whistle of air, another crack. Estella whines, high and animal-like, like she’s a real dog. The general laughs from somewhere behind her.

“They start leaking Dust, after a while,” he says. “I’ve always found it a pretty sight. Most disagree. I will not have my men stop when you start to dissolve, Butterscotch. Who. Do you. Work. For?”

“No one,” Steve sobs. “No one, please—”

Another swing. Another. Another, another, another, too fast for Robin to track, too fast for her to distinguish them.

“Stop!” she hollers. “Stop, we don’t know anything, we’re just kids, he doesn’t…he didn’t do anything to you, stop!”

“Would you rather we ask your hummingbird?” the general snorts. The guard lifts his foot, lets it hover over Estella’s paw. “You did spit at me, after all. You did something.”

Achilles curls up against her chest, whole body vibrating like a tiny heart. God if they started…if they started hitting him…one strike of that baton would be enough to kill him, to kill her.

The guard crushes his foot down. Gold starts to seep out from underneath it, pooling over the floor like dry ice smoke. Steve’s whole body contracts, jolting so hard that for a moment Robin thinks he’ll knock them both over.

“Please,” Robin whispers, watching helplessly as Steve’s soul bleeds all over the cold tile floor. “Please.”

It’s all either of them can say for the next—hour she thinks? Longer? Steve stops screaming at some point, stops struggling against her. If it weren’t for the feeling of his breaths, and Estella’s long, continuous whimpers, she’d think he was dead.

“Stop,” the general says eventually, when there’s a veritable pool of Dust around Estella, bright and gleaming as a firework. Fuck, they were supposed to be watching the fireworks today, they were supposed to steal a gallon of ice cream out of the freezer and lug it up the big hill behind the mall, they were supposed to be goddamn children about it—

“You are very good at keeping quiet,” he says, and there’s rustling behind her. Steve’s warmth disappears from her back, and then she’s being hauled upwards, hands gripping her arms. She doesn’t fight them. She doesn’t want to give them any more excuses to—god there were knives on the fucking table, and pliers, and a fucking bonesaw, and she doesn’t know if the Russians are planning on using them on her, or Steve, or Estella, and—

“Most men would have spilled everything by now,” the general continues as his men bully Robin forward, and she can finally, finally make eye contact with Steve.

He’s conscious. Standing. But there’s something horribly, horribly wrong with his eyes.

They’re shuttered. Or empty. Or gone, or—

“Steve,” she croaks, trying to reach for him. One of the men yanks her arms back, hissing a command in Russian in her ear.

“But you’d let us break you without answering the most basic question. So either you are a better spy than any man I’ve ever trained, or you truly are just a know-nothing child.”

He tuts, almost sympathetically. Behind Robin, there’s a rattling of chains, a loud whine, the sound of a body being dragged over the floor. Steve twitches, tears slipping from his empty eyes as he’s finally able to see what they’ve done to him. Estella makes a noise like a sob, legs twitching as she tries to gather them underneath her.

She fails. They keep dragging her like a sack of meat, smearing gold across the tiles. Bile sloshes in Robin’s stomach.

“For what it’s worth,” the general says, shoving Steve towards the door. He stumbles over his own feet, whole body hunched over in pain. “I do hope it’s the former. I truly do. But either way…either way we are out of time to ask you things. But worry not. We will learn something from you nonetheless.”

“What are you gonna do to me?” Steve croaks.

Me. Not us. Robin wonders if the thought of them hurting her is so unthinkable Steve hasn’t even considered it, or if he’s trying to keep them from realizing it's a possibility.

“You have seen our accomplishments, yes?” the general says. He parades them out of the cell, one hand on Steve’s shoulder like he might try to run. Like he wouldn’t get a bullet in the soul for trying. “You have seen the rift. We believe there is another world on the other side, and we would like very much for our scientists to explore that world. But there are many possible dangers that we do not yet know how to prepare for.”

“So you wanna throw me in?” 

Steve doesn’t sound like he’s discussing the concept of being thrown into a fucking hellworld with his torturer. He sounds like he’s asking his fucking basketball coach if he really wants him to play the second half.

“No,” the general laughs. “No. We do not want to see what you might get up to unmonitored. But there is a test you may help us with.”

If she were a hero, Robin would tell them to do it to her. She would tell them that Steve had had enough. She would tell them that they’d already broken him.

But she’s not a hero. She’s not a hero, and she’s watching a daemon bleed on the ground, and this doesn’t fucking happen. So her vocal cords stay frozen shut, and Achilles stays safe against her heart, and she does nothing to stop whatever’s about to happen to Steve.

They push through another set of doors and there’s the rift. Most of it looks just as it had before, a violent mess of red and black spreading over the wall like a disgusting fungus, but there’s an opening right in the middle. Not quite big enough for a person.

“I’m told we finally broke through while we were having our…discussion,” the general says. He inclines his head, and the two men holding Estella start dragging her over to a massive cage on the end of a chain. “And so you get to assist us with our first, and most important test. To make sure the daemonic bond can survive unscathed between dimensions.”

“No,” Steve whispers, glancing between the cage and the rift. “No, you—what’s that gonna do?”

“We don’t know,” the general says. “Hopefully nothing.”

Steve looks at her wildly as the guards bundle Estella into the cage. Help me. Do something. She can read that as clear as if he said it.

But she can’t move. She can’t speak. Her feet are frozen to the floor and her tongue is glued to her mouth. She’s a bug encased in amber, and she can do nothing but watch as the two guards hoist Estella’s cage between them.

“Steve,” the daemon groans, Dust spilling from her mouth like vomit. “I love—”

The guards hurl the cage forward, right through the opening in the rift.

Robin stands there.

Steve’s knees buckle.

“Get her out,” he gasps. “Get her out, get her—get her out, get her out, fucking get her out of there!”

The general barks an order and the two guards scramble for the chain. Steve collapses entirely, limbs jerking and thrashing against his binds.

“Get her out!” he wails. “Please, dear God, get her—”

And he just…stops.

All at once, like the power’s been cut to his brain. His limbs stop jerking, his eyes stop rolling. He goes completely and utterly still.

Robin stands there.

The general leans down, presses his fingers against Steve’s jugular. Frowns.

“Playing dead will not work with me, Butterscotch,” he says.

Robin stands there.

The two guards haul the cage back out of the void. It’s empty.

Everything freezes for a minute. The general stares at the cage, and for the first time in this entire fucked-up ordeal, Robin thinks she catches a flash of guilt in her eyes.

He murmurs something under his breath.

Robin will spend the next week pouring over Russian dictionaries and anthropological texts to learn both the phrase and the meaning behind it. When she does, it won’t tell her anything she doesn’t already know.

Living broken. 

Severed.

Steve is severed. His soul is dead. He'll be an empty shell for the rest of his life.

And Robin just stands there.

#whumptober2023 #no.1 #Broken #altprompt #stranger things #fic #torture #major character death #my writing #st daemon au #sorry guys this is a sad one #i have a whole-ass au for it in my head (shocker) that ends happily though

[sparkle-fiend]

Some more ST daemon headcanons….

Next up is Steve! Before November 1983, Steve’s daemon was a perfectly respectable golden retriever. It’s a very common, socially acceptable sort of daemon - friendly and affectionate, sometimes goofy, great with kids and families. Steve’s dad is actually pleased by it (one of the only things about Steve he finds acceptable) - good daemon for a salesman or a real estate agent.

However…. the night that Steve picked up the nail bat and fought off a demogorgon was a traumatic and profoundly life-altering event. His previously settled daemon changed from a golden retriever into a wolf - the daemon of a warrior. Still loyal, devoted to family, and protective, this reflects a shift in Steve - he’s a little more feral, starting to break away from the normal, average world he’d been living in. He can no longer fit into the life his father had planned for him.

Previous headcanons: Eddie

(If you’re interested, you can read my Steddie daemon au on AO3: here)

#this headcanon probably doesn’t quite fit the world of His Dark Materials #but fanfic gives us total freedom #that’s why it’s so great #stranger things #st daemon headcanons #daemon au #steve harrington #steddie #red touches black

[stellarspecter]

What if I took that Robin line "what if we could just combine" too literally and wrote a fic about it would that be fun. I'm not sure the best way to do it tho, I've seen bodyswap and like linked telepathy fics before which is fun, the only other thing that comes to mind is like literal fusion kind of su-style?? Or maybe like a kind of sense8 thing where it's not quite telepathy and they can like share skills. idk just spit balling here. anyone else got a better idea

#can u tell i am bored and home alone lmao #i do think a st sense8 au would be cool idk how it would go but its interesting to think about #i dont think anyones done one?? or at least not a complete one #or what if like. daemon au but something fucky with the daemons. like maybe they get severed or the daemons fuse but stobin dont or smth #taking 'whatever our souls are made of you and i are the same' to another level lol #on that note what daemons do u think theyd have? definitely some kind of guard dog for steve but idk about robin #brb gonna go take the daemon quiz for her lol #*speaks

[shopcat]

what pets do you think steddie would own... i would like your thoughts

oh my god you have no idea how much i've thought about this it's actually insane. i find it so interesting wondering what the fuck steve was doing between christmas 1983 and halloween 1984 specifically because his only friend was his girlfriend and bc of that i think he had an ABUNDANCE of both time and care to give and a fuck off big house with enough space to do whatever he wanted theoretically. i DON'T think he was the kind to grow up with pets or anything and he has absolutely no clue what to do with any animal but he has this natural affinity for them and they're obsessed with him like a disney princess so it would infuriatingly work out. and these facts combined with my own small town knowledge that there WILL be stray cat colonies all over hawkins and he would be stressed out of his MIND post-s2 demodogs if he saw a cat just on the street post-mews i think he'd just start taking home any stray he can on impulse and feeding the ones that he can't. and he like stresses himself out and is like i'll just look after them until the snow melts :) and then the snow melts and he's like well it's going to get too hot for their little feet :) so he initially just names them after where he finds them to not get attached or anything which is how they end up with names like Parking Lot and Wheat Farm and Road. "that's Becca's House" "that girl u dated? u found it outside her house?" "not exactly" (she had let him outside when steve was dropping her off and he just went oh well that's no good :) let's get you home buddy)

also i have this really specific image in my mind of him having the gang over and he's like Hold on i need to feed the cats and theyre like ? what and he walks to the kitchen and whistles and like 7 cats scramble out of all corners of the mcmansion and mow him down. BUT it's just a very sweet idea to me in general for him to fill the space of a very empty house with an insane amount of cats it gives me the fuzzies. also he one HUNDRED percent has a cat named munson and its literally just like "you named a cat after me?" "NO. idiot. her name is trailer park munson cat i found her under your house last year" "we didn't know each other last year" "uh yyyeah i know 🙄"

so anyway yeah. i don't think he's a dog person bc they're a bit higher maintenance + i actually have a hc that the whole gang are a bit weary of anything above a medium sized dog post-demodogs as well so if he had a dog it'd be like a super tiny little purse thing. i don't think eddie would have any pets either but i think he'd be obsessed with the cats but i could see him having like a massive german shepherd or something. eddie is a hamster anyway. ive seen ppl have eddie own a snake a few times which is a cute idea but i also think of the two steve is actually the more likely if not for the comedy potential alone of eddie being SUPER squeamish and shrieky and steve being like awww cmon babe she's just a little corn snake and eddies like shaking and crying (metaphorically) and steve thinks they're SO cute which scares everyone deeply and eddie tries VERY hard to not throw up and pass out when steve's like cooing at his massive burmese python or whatever

#asks #steve snake agenda starting cuz he babysits dustin's new gecko or whatever the hell and becomes a little obsessed #plus i totally think he'd be into like the meticulous care aspects plus they need a lot of space and are EXPENSIVE #could see him dedicating like half his room to 3 different snake tanks or whatever #last time i talked abt this was on the tail of a daemon au discussion.... i love that one where eddies daemon is a coral snake i think ? #or whatever the non venomous one is but she looked like the venomous one AUGH the metaphors... #sts #credits 2 misty who came up with beccas house which makes me CRY to this day #he just so totally would steal someone's cat . like winston from new girl

[ohheyitslee]

wip wednesday

does the sight of a grave make you feel all alone?  | daemon au

Mike stared across at Mantalon, eyes hard and jaw set as he focused on Nancy’s Spider Monkey. He could feel the warm line of El pushed up against his side, her gaze downturned and eyes glazed over.  On Mike’s other side, Will was ramrod straight as he looked at the casket before him. Sunnex, Will’s silver tabby Maine Coon, settled at his feet while El’s Giant Golden Crowned bat, Sartunlo, was stretched out over her back, her large leathery wings almost like a cape draped over the girl's shoulders. Mike’s Daemon, Mazavilon, was draped around his neck like a scarf, the yellow Banded Krait’s tongue flicking out occasionally as he surveyed the others around him. 

"What are we gonna do?" Will's voice was shaky and cracked as he turned towards Mike, his eyes shining with tears, visible tracks down his cheeks.

Mike pulled his eyes away and darted between the boy next to him and the casket, the sun shining a harsh glare against the silver of the body. Taking a deep shuttering breath, willing the burning in his eyes to dissipate, he brought his arms up and around the people against his sides, pulling them tightly against him.

"We're gonna be okay. We have to be."

#stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #el hopper #daemon au #wip wednesday #stranger things au #st fanfic

[lunaicfantastic]

bc im finally free from o-chem, the first thing I did was write a daemon au stranger things fic. it's very silly and I had a lot of fun doing it

#shut up anna #st tag #steddie #stranger things #steddie fic #i also might draw the gang and their daemons (no promises tho lol) #i love love love daemon aus this shit was a blast #jackrabbit heart

[jack-the-fool]

Shit shit shit shit shit. Eddie screwed his eyes shut, gripping the neck of the beer bottle so tight he might have wondered if it would shatter in his hand had he been a touch more clear-headed. Instead, all he could focus on was how far away Kas was from him, a constant raw ache in the center of his chest; an over-tuned guitar string moments away from snapping. Kas was too exposed, hidden only by incidental light and the human tendency to not look up. Eddie couldn’t protect him, could barely protect himself.

“Eddie? Are you here?”

“We just want to talk.”

Of course, of course they were here for him. Of course he’d been found so easily. He bit the inside of his lip, reaching out towards Kas through their stretched bond I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.

They were talking among themselves but Eddie was too buzzed out with nerves to make any of it out. Someone was poking at the boat with something, rocking it slightly and crumpling the tarp. Eddie pulled his foot back on instinct and sucked in a breath.

Kas dropped down from the rafters, screeching as he skimmed over the heads of the intruders. “Holy fucking shit,” one of them yelled. They didn’t swat out at the sudden appearance, recognizing that innate difference between a regular bat roosting in an undisturbed boathouse and someone’s daemon.

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HUmmmmm Stranger Things Daemon AU anyone?

#am I saying baby eddie nicknamed his daemon after a dnd character? #well i'm not NOT saying that ;P #stranger things #stranger things 4 #fic #eddie munson #daemon au #this au has been occupying my thoughts for TOO LONG #st eddie #jack.txt #jack.fic

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Let's spread some positivity! Tag some of your fellow content creators here and let them know why they are absolutely amazing!❤️

This is a really sweet idea. I'm going to put my list below a cut, because it will be long.

@em-writes-stuff-sometimes - honestly, Em's fan fiction is better than actual published books I've read. You should be doing this professionally, bub, not publishing it for free for us morons on Tumblr. I'm forever amazed that someone with your brain wants to pal around with an idiot like me.

@valeskafics - your tenacity and the sheer volume with which you are able to write will never cease to amaze me. You're a powerhouse, Babybel. You don't have a masterlist, you have a fucking library, it's incredible.

@barbiedragon - your modern Daemon has me in a chokehold. You're also one of the few writers flying the flag for Vizzy 3 and I gobble up everything you write for him like I'm a shark and you've put chum in the water. Can't wait for Kinktober to see what you create!

The rest of this list is just ordered by date of when I followed the person, and expresses no particular favourtism:

@flowerpotmage - not quite so active in fandom anymore, but they're one of the few writers giving gender neutral readers some much needed representation, and their Aemond and Daemon fics are amazing.

@paintb0x - an amazing artist - some of the best I have seen for Ewan and his characters.

@sapphire-writes - I love Jo's modern AUs and her ability to put my heart through the wringer!

@timetravelingpenguin1066 - Eli is one of the sweetest people I've ever met. An incredible gif maker and a great fic writer.

@aemondx - Sili's gifs are wonderful and the kindness she dedicates to this fandom by making icons and headers for people is admirable.

@alicentive - Killy's gifs are insane and I love that she writes for the characters that don't get as much attention from fandom.

@marthawrites - Midnight Passages, you will always be famous.

@exitpursuedbyavulcan - Studious, my beloved. UPDATE WHEN? (sorry)

@targaryenrealnessdarling - I would die for Liz. She's not just an insanely talented writer, but an all round amazing person too, she makes this fandom a much nicer place to be.

@st-eve-barnes - Eve is out here giving the Aegon girlies the content they desperately need. I love her Aemond fics too!

@bottlesandbarricades - one of the funniest fuckers I've ever had the pleasure of speaking too. Only has one fic, but it's a banger, and her edits are unmatched. I will never get over space buns Aemond.

@toms-cherry-trees - more content for Peaky Blinders than HotD, but the Aemond fic is gold.

@just-some-random-blogger - a Daemon girlie, we love to see it! If entertaining reblogs were an Olympic sport then Hani is taking home the gold. Her fics are bonkers, and I love them.

@humanpurposes - Gee's writing is top notch, some of the best Aemond fics I've ever read.

@assortedseaglass - Hilde is one of my favourite writers. Ever. She could write instructions on how to put together IKEA furniture and I'd eat it up, she's that good.

@oneeyedvisenya - another of my favourite Aemond writers. Education is one of my top five fics of all time. So well written.

@lya-dustin - the speed with which Juli produces chapters is mindblowing. All Is Bliss is a great series.

I can only tag 20 accounts at a time, so I shall continue this in a reblog. I wasn't lying in previous ask, when I said my appreciation post would be phonebook sized.

#asked and answered

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

Welcome to my House of the Dragon masterlist!

I write fanfiction with dark themes (i.e. violence, death, smut, dub-con, r*pe/non-con, inc*st). I prefer writing for Daemon Targaryen, but have also experimented with Rhaenyra and Aemond. I do not currently take requests.

Check out my work below!

Oneshots:

maelstrom │ Aemond Targaryen x Reader 🌻💍

Series:

terms of endearment │ Daemon x Niece!Reader 🖤🐉❤️‍🔥🗡️

Oneshots:

a sin you were made for │ Daemon x Daughter!Reader 🐉🧸💀

Ficlets (terms of endearment AUs)

the stranger 💧⚰️🐉🧸

rites (sequel to ‘stranger’) 💧⚰️🐉

traitor, traitor 💧🐉❤️‍🔥

innocence 🐉💀

aemma 💧🐉🧸

Oneshots:

butterfly (fade away) │ Daemon x Rhaenyra x Reader 🐉💀

All headers/images in this post have been created by me. Please ask permission if you should wish to use these images for your own purposes.

#em-writes-stuff-sometimes masterlists

[carnivorousladybug]

HOTD Inktober

Hey guys, I am planning to draw some halloween inspired art for our favorite HOTD characters. Keep in mind, I'm a busy college student so I might not finish all these by Halloween — I might not even complete the list at all — but I'll try to draw for as many days as I can and drag the challenge out into November to give me more time. This is my first time participating in Inktober and I'm soooo excited 😁

Here is what I have currently planned (subject to change):

All Hail the Pumpkin King: Aegon as Jack Skellington

Down the Rabbit Hole: Helaena as Alice in Wonderland

Hellfire: Aemond and his son as Frollo and Baby Quasimodo from The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Stitches: Alicent as Sally the Ragdoll

Black is Such A Happy Color: Rhaenyra and Daemon as Morticia and Gomez Addams

Nyctophilia: Aemond as an Edgy!Biker

Nevermore: Jace and Baela as Nevermore Academy students

"Why So Serious?": Daemon as the Joker.

Psycho: Young Rhaenyra as Harley Quinn

Something Wicked This Way Comes: Hogwarts AU? Witchy vibes? We shall see.

Little Mermaid: Alicent as Dark!Ariel

Murder House: for some reason I want to see Aegon as Tate Langdon

Dead Men Tell No Tales: Aemond as a Dark!Pirate

Freak Show: I'm thinking something with Helaena and her twins...

The Overlook Hotel: Baela and Rhaena as the twins from The Shining

Hawkins, Indiana circa 1983: Stranger Things AU

"I, myself, am strange and unusual" : Aegon as Beetlejuice and Helaena as Lydia

Til Death Do Us Part: Helaena as Corpse Bride

The Count: Aemond as Dracula

"Nothing here is vegetarian": Daemon as Hannibal Lecter

Mystery Incorporated: Alicent as Daphne Blake

Ice Cold: Rhaenyra as Jadis from Narnia

Haunted Mansion AU

The Phantom of the Opera: Viserys and Alicent as the Phantom and Christine

“I am malicious because I am miserable. Am I not shunned and hated by all mankind?”: Aemond as Frankenstein's monster

Underworld: Aemond as Charon, the Ferryman of the Dead, or Daemon as Hades.

Barbenheimer: this is going to be a piece for the 3rd generation characters...

Dia de los Muertos: Alicent and Rhaenyra as sugar skulls

221B Baker St: Jace and Luke as Sherlock and John.

Voodoo: I want to see Aemond as Dr. Facilier from The Princess and the Frog

The Headless Horseman: Criston as a headless horseman.

Some additional ideas that I might use as backups for inspiration:

— Zombie!Lucerys

— Helaena as Dark!Sleeping Beauty

— Alicent as Ophelia from Hamlet

— American Midwest Gothic AU of Alicent and her kids (they have the vibes, am I right or am I right?)

— Alicent and Aemond as Norma and Norman Bates

— Aemond as Michael Myers

— Tale As Old As Time: Aemond as The Beast

(Can you tell I love drawing Aemond and Alicent?)

I also want to draw Alys as Malificent, Esmeralda (Hunchback of Notre Dame), Jennifer (Jennifer's body), or Bellatrix Lestrange (and also a spooky drawing of her summoning Ghost!Aemond) but it's gonna be hard because we don't know how Gayle Rankin is gonna look in her Alys getup and how her vibes are going to be on screen. So I suppose I'll just have to postpone all my art ideas for her til next Halloween. This goes for Cregan Stark, Gwayne Hightower, and Alyssane Blackwood too. (Ugh, I have a spooky idea for Cregan that goes something along the lines of "there's something lurking under the ice".)

#house of the dragon #inktober #halloween art #hotd art #hotd fanart #alicent hightower #aemond targaryen #aegon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #art challenge

[sparkle-fiend]

Welcome to my blog! I draw (and occasionally write), and my current obsession is Stranger Things.

My writing - all my stories on AO3 ✨

My art - all my fanart on tumblr ✨

Print shop - prints, cards, and stickers ✨

Daemon AU - everything for my ST daemon au ✨

Dividers by Saradika-graphics

#pinned post #navigation

[mayalaen]

what i'm working on

Somebody asked me to post titles and summaries of what I'm working on. I don't think they expected THIS much but I always have tons of stuff in my working folder.

In His Image - (ST) the Steddie genderswap fic I'm currently posting.

CONventional Psychopathy Part 4 - (SPN) Dean takes Cas to Gadreel's loft to recover. Also working on Part 5, 6, and 7.

How I Spent My Summer Probation - (ST) Eddie fic with disciplinarian Uncle Wayne and Papa Hopper

OCF - (ST) omegas in a correctional facility for a certain Fishie

Eyeless (named after the Slipknot song) (Fargo/ST) Gator from Fargo in prison with Billy and Eddie fic

Bullseye Studios - (ST) a pr0n studio just outside Hawkins

The Billionaires' Club - (SPN AU) Billionaires are outlawed and once they hit $1b in assets, they're assigned a caretaker who disciplines them and keeps them from being evil.

?Vampires? - (SPN/AtS/BtVS) Dean gets turned by Spike and has his entire life changed in the blink of an eye.

?Interrogation Room? - (ST) shortfic? where Hopper decides Eddie, Billy, and Steve have gotten into too much trouble and need a firm hand so he spanks them in the interrogation room but oops Billy likes it!

?Eddie Has Siblings? - (ST) Eddie has an abusive older brother and sister. Wayne got him away from them, but they've come to Hawkins to visit baby brother.

Caging the Mongoose Timestamp - (SPN) Dean fucks up. Bad. And on purpose for attention. So he gets spanked right in an interrogation room in The Post Office by Dembe and Cooper.

A Faceless Demon - (SPN) KinkDotCom fusion with Van helping Dean let go of some shit.

You Live Here Now - (Fargo/ST) Munch doesn't blind Gator. He drops him off at a ranch in Hawkins, Indiana instead where Hopper, Billy, and a few others help rehabilitate him against his will.

?Eddie & The Basketball Team? - (ST) Eddie gets into a bad situation at a party. Billy's there to pick up the pieces.

??? - (ST/HDM) Future fic with daemons where Billy is a firefighter living with an abusive partner but his daemon thinks that paramedic guy is a much better partner, and she also thinks his daemon is hot.

Billy Has to Ask - (ST) Max is sick of Billy's shit. El scares the shit out of him and from then on he mostly does what Max says. If he fucks up, she makes him go to an adult and ask for a spanking.

??? - (X-Files/SPN) Sam and Dean are undercover but so are Skinner and Mulder. Skinner doesn't like Dean's attitude or Sam's arguments, so he puts them under FBI care. Namely himself.

?Threesome Soulmate AU? - I don't even know what fandom I want this in but it's an idea that's been stuck in my head for years and wants to come out. An aro, an ace, and a demi are all very reluctant soulmates.

Long Distance Call - (SPN) Dean's an omega without an alpha until their newest roommate, Pamela Barnes, moves in.

I'm probably missing a few, but there ya go!

#writing is hard #about me #long post #wips

[batmanschmatman]

HBO War Daemon AU Masterlist

Rising from the grave in this fandom to share all my way too many thoughts about war boys (and girls) and their daemons. Daemon AUs are my absolute favorite trope and I’ve spent way too much time bothering my wife with thoughts about what everyone would have and how it would work to fight a war with all these soul critters tagging along for the ride, so here they are! Will add links as I finish write ups.

BAND OF BROTHERS

Dick Winters - Australian Shepherd

Lewis Nixon - Nebelung Cat

Ron Speirs - Peregrine Falcon

Carwood Lipton - North American Beaver

Harry Welsh - European Badger

Eugene Roe - American Pika

Babe Heffron - Raccoon Dog

Joe Liebgott - Marbled Polecat

David Webster - Eurasian Red Squirrel

Herbert Sobel - Mute Swan

Buck Compton - Angora Goat

Bill Guarnere - Ethiopian Wolf

Joe Toye - Dingo

Bull Randleman - St. Bernard

Johnny Martin - Olive Baboon

Don Malarkey - Carrion Crow

Skip Muck - Western Jackdaw

Shifty Powers - Tawny Frogmouth

Frank Perconte - Chihuahua

Chuck Grant - Siberian Husky

Shifty Powers - Tawny Frogmouth

Albert Blithe - Riverine Rabbit

Renee Lemaire - Sand Cat

Robert Sink - Bald Eagle

Norman Dike - Black and White Colobus

THE PACIFIC

Eugene Sledge - Common Genet

Snafu Shelton - Fisher

R.V. Burgin - Basset Hound

Andy Haldane - African Lion

Eddie Jones - Border Collie

Bill Leyden - Blue Jay

Jay De L’Eau - Hare

Elmo Haney - Mountain Goat

Bob Leckie - Raven

Lew “Chuckler” Juergens -

Wilbur “Runner” Conley -

Bill “Hoosier” Smith - Yellow Labrador

Sid Phillips - Crab Eating Fox

John Basilone - German Shepherd

Lena Riggi - Ocelot

I can also do requests or give advice if you’re looking for picks for guys I haven’t gotten to yet or any other characters you might be interested in finding a daemon for! But full disclosure, your best bet for inspiration is always using the analyses at the Daemon Forum as a jumping off point, because those folks are A+ at interpreting animal behavior in fun and reasonable ways. No “owls are very wise, all wolves do best on their own” there!

#hbo war #band of brothers #the pacific #daemon au #his dark materials #dick winters #lewis nixon #ron speirs #carwood lipton #eugene roe #babe heffron #joe liebgott #david webster #herbert sobel #harry welsh #eugene sledge #andy haldane #snafu shelton #albert blithe #bull randleman #bill guarnere #john basilone #joe toye #bob leckie #bill leyden #rv burgin

[romirola]

okay OKAY I have a sad request ;u; ❛  if this is the end, i’m really glad i get to be here with you.  ❜ <- my initial thoughts were milo and sweetheart during cataclysm, while Milo is in recovery and the others are off to save the world, but an AU with these two would work as well? bless you, romi ;u;

Ooh, this IS a sad request, @ejunkiet! Thank you for the prompt, though! I agree that this quote vibes with cataclysm, but I’ll admit, after the conclusion of that series, it’s not a universe I think I understand enough to write about confidently. So, I hope you don’t mind if I set us in the (sort of/speculative) canon universe. And, maybe infuse a little bit of light into the darkness that is this prompt… Yup. You guessed it. We’ve got a little Quinn-aftermath scene. 

Rated: M (kidnapping, discussion of/aftermath of graphic violence, mentions of Quinn); WC:~2.3K; Prompts: Milo/Sweetheart, “If this is the end, I’m really glad I get to be here with you.” 

This story will be added to my AO3 collection of oneshots, but the site is currently down, so I am going to post it in full here. I don't want to make you wait.

Read the story below.

Sweetheart stared up at the ceiling, counting a row of tiles and then a column. It was a technique they had learned in a Department training seminar they took years ago that discussed emergency situation operations. According to that serenity daemon instructor, counting the tiles and then multiplying the numbers to figure out the total number was a good way to nudge your brain into reorienting yourself after having experienced physical trauma. A reset. A way to stay calm and composed so that you could hold it together long enough to think rationally enough to survive whatever had fucked you up. 

But, it wasn’t working, Sweetheart thought sadly. 

They were still fucked and their brain must’ve been more scrambled than they realized. Sweetheart knew they had been locked away in some abandoned building, alone with this old-blood maniac for days, but they could’ve sworn they heard wolf snarls and bones breaking. They could feel air whizzing past their body, gusts of breath and movement stinging their skin, marred with countlessly bites and bruises. They could even feel the steel, ward-infused chains that had cruelly cut them off from their own powers, from a part of themselves they had always relied on, had worked to strengthen, had loved and cherished deeply. 

None of that was real, they told themselves. Those were hallucinations created out of their desperate prayers for help, clinging to the impossible hope that somehow, they’d be rescued from this hellhole. How many times since their capture had they escaped into the recesses of their mind, reliving happy memories that centered around their incredible mate, to distract themselves from the sheer agony that threatened to break them? 

Another wolf growl cut through Sweetheart’s awareness. It sounded just like Milo, though the sound was low, gravelly, and downright monstrous. More ferocious than they’d ever heard Milo, even when that had let that lone shade nab them during that fateful case all that time ago. 

“Sweetheart? Sweetheart!” 

Hands grasped their feeble body. The touch was gentle, loving. They had almost forgotten what that felt like after having been subjected to rough feedings and violent beatings, all interspersed with the horrific mockery and threats that were supposed to get them to spill the intel that would endanger everyone in their pack. 

They never broke. Not one iota of information spilled past their lips. 

Screams? Yes. Curses? Oh, yeah. And, most recently, some tight sobs? Those, too. 

But never anything of use. 

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me? Can you hear me?” The hands were moving across their body now, careful to avoid most of the cuts and bruises, as they supported their chest and head off of the floor and into something… something new. Warm. Comfortable. Safe. 

“M-M-Milo?” Sweetheart mumbled through cracked lips. “Milo?” They strained to tilt their head up, searching for him even when every neuron in their head told them it was impossible. "Are you really here?"

“I’m here, Sweetheart,” Milo assured them. He held them tightly in his strong arms. “I’m right here. I got you.” He sounded exhausted. Even in their weakened state, the stealth heard the faint tinge of worry running through Milo’s voice, even if his words were meant to help relax them. “I got you now. Everything’s gonna be alright.” 

Sweetheart melted into Milo’s arms, finally convinced that what they were perceiving was reality. He was here. Milo was here with them. 

“Quinn is dead,” Milo told them, barely able to hang onto his human form at the thought of the old-blood vampire having hurt his Sweetheart. Days ago, Quinn had strategically struck, forcing Sweetheart to pursue him alone or risk a bloodbath made up of a few innocent civilians. They had been using all of their resources at D.U.M.P. to find Quinn and call for his arrest, so Quinn felt it was necessary to retaliate with a brutal flair. Sweetheart had fought valiantly, but Quinn had the advantage of surprise and leverage. It wasn’t long before he took them away and taunted the wolfpack with little messages and clues that told them nothing of his whereabouts. 

Only of Sweetheart’s pain. And a demand for them to give up Darling in exchange for Sweetheart. 

<em>”The stealth for the misfit. Act fast, Alpha. This deal won’t last long. And neither will they." </em>

The voice messages (and Sweetheart's stifled screams in the background) would haunt Milo for years to come, but he couldn’t think about that now. He had more important things to take care of. Sweetheart’s wounds were gnarly and more than a few were visibly infected. They felt hot to the touch, but shivered in his arms. That told Milo they were feverish. No doubt they lost a lot of blood. Quinn’s bite marks left little to the imagination, littering their neck, their wrists, even their hips. The fingers on their left hand were all swollen and twisted out of alignment. Maybe broken. They had a black eye, perhaps a concussion.

Milo felt his blood boil with rage and his heart constrict with fear. He threaded his fingers into Sweetheart’s hair, disturbed to feel the dried blood and knots when he did so. “Easy now. Don’t move. You’re alright.” It pained him to admit it, but he had to wait for someone else to heal them, or else risk accidentally making their myriad of wounds worse. They needed a real healer. He cursed himself, flashing back to all those times he opted to learn only the barest minimum of healing at his mother’s insistence. If Milo had known he’d be in a position like this, he would’ve spent hours, day, years honing the craft so that he could ease his mate’s pain and save their life. It would’ve all been worth it. 

“You’re here!” Sweetheart beamed, snapping Milo out of his worries. When their mouth curled into a smile for the first time since their capture, the muscles in their face grew sore. “Hey.” They weakly tapped their wrist against Milo’s chest. "What took you so long? It's not like you to be late.” Sweetheart tried to force a laugh at their attempt at a joke, but all that came out was a thin, strained noise. The eerie noise trailed off into one, lone sob. Then another. Soon, a torrent of tears flooded their eyes, dripping down their face. Sweetheart crumpled into Milo, unable to do anything other than cry and shake. The full weight of their ordeal hit them like a punch to the gut. They had remained strong in the face of evil. But now that they were in the arms of mercy, they wept without care.

Milo kissed their forehead, slowly rocking back and forth as he held Sweetheart through their breakdown. "It's okay," the shifter whispered, as much for his own benefit as for Sweetheart's. "You're safe. I'm here. It's okay. Everything's okay. You're safe. He's gone. And I'm here."

“It… He… I…” Sweetheart gulped air, struggling to stop their cries just long enough to expel the rush of thoughts and feelings that rushed into their head. “Quinn s-s-said you were gonna leave me here,” they explained haphazardly, grabbing a fistful of Milo’s shirt. They didn’t say a word about the blood that stained his shirt. That alone spoke to how shaken they were. “And th-th-then he said you tried to attack, but he killed you before you even had a chance to fight. Th-then he’d laugh, tell m-m-me he was kidding.” They grew more distressed with every word. “I didn’t know what to believe! I didn’t know if you… If you…”

“I’m fine,” Milo soothed, angry but unsurprised to hear that Quinn had tortured his mate mentally as well as physically. “See? I’m fine.” He gingerly took Sweetheart’s hand and moved it over his heart, knowing that they often responded to the beat of his heart when they were tucked in bed together. “Everyone else is fine, too. Don’t worry. David and Sam are just taking care of a few things and they’ll get a healer here soon, okay? Really soon.” Milo swallowed. 

The whole pack, along with a handful of Solaires and some of the Keaton pack, had descended on Quinn like they were rabid. David and Darling had led the charge, with everyone else following close behind to join the fight. It was all a blur. One minute, Milo was taking a bite out of Quinn’s calf and the next, he was bounding down a staircase, feeling the pull of his mate’s aura. He’d let out a howl that he found Sweetheart before shifting to approach them. David answered immediately, promising to get there as soon as he could with Sam once they were finished with Quinn and healed up the injuries anyone received during the fight. 

“It… was… awful,” Sweetheart whimpered. “Everything hurts… He just kept feeding. Over and over again. I was so s-s-scared.” They began to cough, hard and wet, practically seizing in Milo’s arms. When they lifted their head, Milo felt his stomach flip over itself when he saw streaks of blood dribbling from their lips. 

Milo wasn’t a healer by trade, but he had learned enough from his mother to know that meant Sweetheart was bleeding internally. 

“I don’t… feel good.” Sweetheart screwed their eyes shut, face pulling taunt. “Can we go home now? Please, Milo?” 

Their head lolled across his chest. He quickly realized they were becoming less and less coherent with each passing second. “I’ll take you home, I promise, Sweetheart. I will, just as soon as we get you healed up.”

Sweetheart groaned. A pressure unlike anything they'd ever known exploded in their chest.

Milo felt them rest even more of their weight into his body. “Whoa, Sweetheart!” He shook them lightly, alarmed at how their eyes began to glaze over. “Stay with me!”

Sweetheart’s lips trembled as they tried to keep what little control over their muscles they had. After a pitiful moan, they smiled, but their expression didn’t lessen Milo’s anxiety one bit. They looked dazed, somewhere in between unconsciousness and reality. “If this is the end…” Sweetheart clumsily reached for Milo’s neck. “I’m really glad I get to be here with you.” They summoned every last bit of strength they had to brush their thumb up and down Milo’s neck, just like they always would. 

They didn't want to die, but at least they could spend their dying breath holding Milo.

“The end?!” Milo exclaimed. “No, no, no, this isn’t the end! Sweetheart, no! Hang in there, please. Please, we’re gonna get you healed and everything will be fine. Please, please, Sweetheart. I love you so much. Please, just hang on a little longer.” 

Sweetheart’s eyelids drooped and they fully folded into Milo. Desperate to do as Milo asked, even if they couldn’t think clearly anymore, Sweetheart tried to stay tethered to reality, even if their body screamed at them to let go and rest. 

“Rib punctured a lung… Try to get that taken care of first… Need more… Fever is ragin'”

In the distance, they heard Milo barking orders for Sam to help, for David to come right away, for anyone to help him heal Sweetheart. Before long, they felt the familiar hum of healing magic enter their body. The magic, most definitely vampiric, was thrust into them. It wasn't sloppily done by any means, but the magic certainly lacked the gentle, professional touch that Sam usually used. 

“How’s this…? …working? …I think… Still bleeding... I’m running out…”

Another bout of healing magic ripped through their gut, this one even more roughly formed but no less effective. They could’ve sworn that they recognized the aura. Could it be… David? 

Maybe if Sweetheart had their wits about them, they would have recognized the gravity of the situation. It would have dawned on them that their pack was racing to heal them all at once to save their life. But, instead of thinking about that, Sweetheart continued to float weightlessly, muscles thick and mouth dry, as they let their drowsy thoughts drift to Milo. 

They tried to open their eyes, but all they could see was empty darkness. It was cold. 

“No, no, Sweetheart! …not the end… I promised… I promised to take them home… I can… Focus… Please, Sweetheart… love you…”

They could barely untangle fantasy and reality when they felt a third surge of healing magic. This aura felt almost as familiar as their own. Milo, they realized slowly. Milo was healing them, too. His magic weaved its way through their body, laced with a warmth that offset the sharp discomfort that usually accompanied healing magic. 

Overwhelmed at the buzz of three separate sources of magic pulsing through their body, Sweetheart finally succumbed to the growing exhaustion.

When Sweetheart returned to consciousness, they found themselves tucked into the bed they shared with Milo. To their left was Aggro purring and kneading a bunched up fuzzy blanket that he was, no doubt, arranging for them. To their right was their mate, dozing softly beside them, his chin against their forehead. Sweetheart stirred a bit, stretching their arms and legs to find they were all still attached and, minus a few dull aches or pins-and-needles twinges, painless. They exhaled deeply, the rush of memories coming back to them in flashes. 

“Swee’hear’?” Milo asked through a yawn, willing himself awake to evaluate Sweetheart. "How you feeling?"

“Milo,” they whispered. They had so much more to say, yet they couldn’t figure out how to speak anything else. “I feel... Good. You…”

“Yeah,” Milo interrupted. “I told you, that wasn’t going to be our ending.” He pulled them a bit tighter to him, mindful of their injuries and the residual magic still infused in their fragile body. “You and me? We’re in it for the long haul.” He pressed a tender kiss to their forehead, sensing that Sweetheart was still in need of sleep. “Rest, Sweetheart. I’m right here.”

Content to know they were safe and loved, Sweetheart let Quinn’s memory fade away. They soaked in the healing touch of their mate and feel back to sleep.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted fanfiction #redacted milo #milo greer #redacted sweetheart #hurt/comfort #thank you!

[romkole]

St. Valentines Day AU!

She isn't ashamed to admit that she loves St. Valentines Day. All that hearts-shaped things, flowers, silly romantic songs. She likes attention, and she always has a date on this day. Yet, this time something goes wrong (or right), so she spends it with Daemon.

#daemyra #daemyra aesthetic #daemon x rhaenyra #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #modern au #house of the dragon #hotd aesthetic #daemyra moodboard #milly alcock #matt smith #future fic

[faorism]

hey, i was just checking out your leverage star trek au on ao3, and i wanted to let you know that a lot of the fanart you've uploaded to ao3 actually no longer loads correctly. while i was trying to figure out why (i thought it was an issue with my browser), i saw that the image links were from discord—i'm pretty sure that's why (and that it's not just a me issue), since as of this year, discord no longer functions as an image host. hope this isn't a bother, just wanted to give you a heads up in case you didn't know! love your art :)

BIG YIKES OMG. i was sloppy and lazy when i first started posting fanart. ive updated all of my art except for the daemon au and my 50k parker pov fic. as i was updating, i noticed i forgot to post a st art of my side ot3, so your ask will result in a treat!