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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Pitt (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jack Abbot/Samira Mohan Characters: Jack Abbot (The Pitt), Samira Mohan Series: Part 2 of do no harm (jamira/abbotmohan) Summary:
"He licked the honey off her lips and uttered her name like a prayer."
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the nsfw chapter for the previous fic "of every broken man"
Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: The Pitt (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Jack Abbot/Samira Mohan, Samira Mohan & Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Melissa "Mel" King & Samira Mohan Characters: Samira Mohan, Jack Abbot (The Pitt), Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Melissa "Mel" King, John Shen (The Pitt), Original Characters Additional Tags: Romance, PTSD, Age Difference, Smut, Fireworks, Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, Protectiveness, Medical Jargon, somewhat medically accurate, i tried guys, not really song fic but kind of song fic if you squint Summary:
"…There is goodness in the heart Of every broken man Who comes right up to the edge Of losing everything he has…"
- Mars (Sleeping at Last)
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Inspired by a few Tweets I've seen about Abbot's PTSD symptoms showing up during the Fourth of July while working with Mohan + some build-up beforehand.
bloodweave compilation + cameo
got a cameo from tim downie & decided to add some bloodweave clips to it! my prompt was just a letter from gale, to astarion (as if astarion was on a trip)...
then tim wrote this whole beautiful letter
...This is the first thing that came to mind, not gonna lie.
im actually obsessed...also look at that exquisite photoshopping wow
lucanis/viago/teia (/spite/rook) zine 🐦⬛🟪
would anyone be interested in collab-ing on a little zine for our favorite polycrow ship? things like fanfic, fanart, poetry, playlists, etc.
comment or message me if you'd be interested (in contributing, compiling, etc.)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Lucanis Dellamorte/Viago de Riva, Andarateia Cantori/Lucanis Dellamorte, Lucanis Dellamorte & Emmrich Volkarin, Andarateia Cantori/Viago de Riva, Andarateia Cantori/Lucanis Dellamorte/Viago de Riva, Lucanis Dellamorte/Spite, Viago de Riva/Spite Characters: Lucanis Dellamorte, Viago de Riva, Andarateia Cantori, Rook (Dragon Age), Emmrich Volkarin, Davrin (Dragon Age), Lace Harding, Neve Gallus, Taash (Dragon Age), Solas (Dragon Age), Bellara Lutare, Antivan Crow Characters (Dragon Age), Spite (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: One Shot Collection, hcs, headcannons, a bunch of little fics, will add more tags as fics are written, fic requests, Submit a Prompt if you want, Gay, Polyamory, Polycrows - Freeform, 157 - Freeform, Spite, Post-Canon, Minor Spoilers, Major Spoilers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Implied Sexual Content Series: Part 2 of Of Three Crows (And Spite) Summary:
A collection of Lucanis/Viago/Teia/Spite fics and rambles that occur after "And I've grown familiar (with villains that live in my head)." I'm not exactly sure how many chapters there will be yet, but I know some stories will have multiple parts. I just have so many ideas for them, but some of them are not large enough to post a whole story, so I thought I'd make a little collection in this work.
Not a songfic, but I will be using song lyrics as titles for chapters! Because I can and it's fun!
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I'd love to take requests so let me know if you have any fic/story/one-shot ideas! I'll tag you, of course.
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Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Lucanis Dellamorte/Viago de Riva, Andarateia Cantori/Lucanis Dellamorte, Andarateia Cantori/Lucanis Dellamorte/Viago de Riva, Lucanis Dellamorte & Rook, Lucanis Dellamorte & Emmrich Volkarin Characters: Lucanis Dellamorte, Viago de Riva, Andarateia Cantori, Rook (Dragon Age), Taash (Dragon Age), Lace Harding, Emmrich Volkarin, Caterina Dellamorte, Spite (Dragon Age), Davrin (Dragon Age), Original Male Character(s), Illario Dellamorte Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Mentions of Emmrich/Rook, Sad boy Lucanis, Worried Emmrich Volkarin, Post-Canon, Minor Spoilers, Inaccurate Exorcism, I don't know how spirits work, Top Viago de Riva, Switch Lucanis Dellamorte, Switch Teia, Brief Mentions of Verbally Abusive Caterina, Like a little, Nerd Emmrich, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Viago Grumbles, Coffee, Original Character(s), Mentioned Rook (Dragon Age) - Freeform, dom viago, Whiny Spite, Clean Freak Viago, He's very particular, Jealous Lucanis Summary:
After an ambush at a café in Treviso, Lucanis struggles with the sudden absence of Spite. Without the incessant voice in his head, Lucanis searches for something else to fill that gap. When his usual distractions fail to work, he is forced to confront his repressed feelings for Viago and Teia.
Maybe I should start writing Viago/Lucanis fanfic...I need more content 😭
I need to read a good fic or 20 of Lucanis and Spite losing it while Rook is trapped in the Fade for weeks.
Viago finding him stumbling around in a fugue after Rook vanishes and takes him by the shoulders and is like, "Where is he? Lucanis! Where the hell is Rook?"
And Lucanis just looks up at him with those big beautiful brown eyes and can't say anything and poor frantic Viago is still just grabbing him and shaking like, "Where, Lucanis!!" but thankfully Teia steps in and just touches his shoulder, shaking her head at him, and pulls Lucanis into a hug.
And the two of them spend the next few weeks babysitting a catatonic Lucanis who doesn't have anything to stab, and Viago, more often than not, can only be found lounging on that red couch in the Diamond with Lucanis' head in his lap, petting his hair and telling him Rook will be fine, he's a fighter—but he sounds like he's reassuring them both. He actually ends up doing much of his work like that, one hand signing off on contracts for his crows, the other rubbing soothing circles along the nape of Lucanis' neck. One (1) fledgling gets caught chuckling about the First Talon being in the fetal position for weeks and no one sees the poor kid ever again </3
I need a fanfic of this immediately 🥺☺️
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Castlevania: Nocturne (Cartoon) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Mizrak/Olrox, Olrox/Mizrak, Mizrak/Olrox (Castlevania: Nocturne) Characters: Mizrak (Castlevania), Olrox (Castlevania) Additional Tags: Post canon, Canon Speculation, Angst, near-death situations, Human/Vampire Relationship, Denial of Feelings, Hurt/Comfort, reference to sex, Caretaking, past relationship, Pining, I'm obsessed with these two, Possessive Olrox, Yandere Olrox, Kinda Summary:
It is not love, though. Olrox gave up on love long ago. This man was simply a distraction. A satiation of pent-up desire. Nothing more.
Or...
Post-Season 1, Mizrak almost dies and Olrox realizes he loves him.
ABSOLUTELY NO SLANDER TO TARLOS...but when Carlos said he wasn't ready to be a father yet...I just kept thinking about how Buck is literally a father figure to Chris but the writers still haven't officially put Buck and Eddie together and I- 😭
Free Falling
[I decided to write a Buddie alt-ending about what would've happened if Buck did get shot climbing up the crane. This is my first Buddie fanfic so I apologise in advanced if it's not that good. I hope you enjoy it, though!]
<Also the spacing was being finicky, sorry about that>
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Sometimes the world speaks for people to hear, but no one listens until it's too late.
Eddie could feel Ana press her smooth lips to his forehead. He could hear her voice--almost melodic--speak words. He could see her dark hair as it curtained his face. He could taste the coolness of the mint gum she was chewing earlier on her mouth. He could smell her perfume--floral and a little too strong.
His five senses screamed Ana. But his mind did not. His soul did not. His heart did not.
"I'm going to head out. Do you want me to turn on the TV before I leave?" she asked, slinging her purse over her shoulder.
"Just the news is fine."
Ana gave him a small smile as she changed the channel and walked towards the door of the hospital room.
"See you later, Edmundo."
Eddie's response was merely a nod as he turned his gaze to the TV. The weather for the next week flashed on the screen.
*Clear skies in LA for the next week or two*
Clear skies? Eddie grabbed the pen and paper at the bedside table where he had scribbled his to-do list onto it.
1. Take meds
2. FaceTime Christopher
3. Schedule physical therapy
4. Call Bobby about new shifts
And at the bottom:
5. Tell Buck about the will
A smile spread over Eddie's face as he thought about all the ways he would tell Buck. He could do it before discharging. But if the weatherman was right, maybe he could invite Buck for a picnic at the park with Christopher. They would sit in the middle of the grassy area…though Buck would probably argue that the shady spot under the tree was better. But if Christopher gave Buck his big puppy-dog eyes, Buck would give in instantly. And maybe they would bring Buck's skateboarding contraption and go around the park until they were all sweating and laughing. But before they left, as the sun went down, Eddie would tell him.
Eddie would tell him about all of the near-death experiences of the past. He would tell him that Buck was the only one he trusted with his son. That Buck's genuine kindness and perseverance and love and passion for his son was what drove Eddie to call his lawyer and ask for his will to be changed. Eddie would watch as Buck stared at him in disbelief and confusion but also excitement and honor. At that goofy grin Buck gave him when he was flustered or shocked. He would stare at Buck's blue eyes that matched the sky until Christopher broke their silence.
Maybe after that, Eddie would invite Buck over. After everyone was clean, they would order pizza from their favorite restaurant and play video games. Then Buck would read Christopher a bedtime story and even though Eddie said only one, Buck would give in yet again and read a second one. Then they would both tuck Christopher in, close the door, and go back to the living room.
Buck and Eddie would down a beer or two and maybe amidst their tipsiness, Eddie would stare into Buck's eyes again. Maybe they would move closer to each other on the couch until their foreheads touched.
Eddie closed his eyes. He could feel the taut muscle of Buck's chest against his. He could hear both of their heavy breathing and that scoff that slipped from Buck's mouth. He could see all of the little scars that Buck had obtained over the years, at that birthmark over his eye, at the fullness of Buck's lips. He could taste the alcohol but also the sweetness as their lips grazed over each other. He could smell Buck's cologne--earthy and clean and grounding. Not too strong. Never too strong. And when they were a mess of limbs and clothing, Eddie would run his hands through Buck's curls until they fell asleep.
No, he couldn't think like this. What about Ana?
Eddie thought of what Carla had said. He thought of his own words. Of Ana's. Of Buck's.
It's easier being with her.
Why was it easier? Was it because it was easier to take Ana home to his parents than explain why he fell in love with a man? Was it because it was easier to imagine that Ana was like the woman he lost to his own mistakes? Was it easier because Christopher loved Ana?
The news reporter's voice snapped him out of his daydream.
*Firefighter from the 118 climbs industrial crane to rescue man, despite the threat of an active shooter*
Eddie let out a scoff. What rational person would risk their life to climb up a crane unprotected when there was a sniper nearby? But as he pondered it more, he suddenly came to a realization.
Buck. Buck would.
As if the news camera read his mind, a camera view zoomed in to the firefighter climbing up the ladder. Rope around his shoulder and determination in his eyes, Evan Buckley panned into view. Despite being pumped with morphine and drugs, the wound on Eddie's shoulder throbbed at the sight.
*Firefighter Buckley disobeyed direct orders from his captain and is now scaling the crane*
The crack of a sniper cut through the air and ricocheted off of the metal beam of the crane.
"BUCK!" Eddie shouted.
The firefighter only paused for a second before continuing his ascent.
"Buck! Stop! Go back down!"
But Eddie wasn't there. Eddie was staring at his partner through the TV screen as he continued to climb. Buck reached the top of the crane and made his way towards the injured worker. The helicopter's camera was too far for Eddie to see any details. He couldn't see the proud smile Buck probably had as he began working on the man and then lowering him down. He couldn't see the look of shock as the bullet finally hit its target. He couldn't see the expression of acceptance as Buck stumbled back on impact, but there was no longer a ground beneath his feet.
Eddie could see a figure falling from so many stories up. Eddie could see the frantic eyes of Bobby and Hen and Chimney as they tried to figure out what they could use to cushion the fall. But he was too far. They would never make it in time. Eddie could see figure disappear between the buildings and the paramedics rushing to the scene. He could see the headline that replaced the previous one.
*Firefighter Buckley dead at 29, sacrificed life to save construction worker*
Eddie could feel his heart shatter into millions of fragments. Eddie could hear the heart monitor speed up as sobs filled the air. Eddie could see his vision cloud with tears. Eddie could taste only saltiness. Eddie could smell blood from where he had bitten the inside of his cheek in frustration and stress and anger and sorrow.
The penned words of his to-do list blurring together as tears fell upon them. He would have to change his will again. He would have to tell Christopher that "his Buck" wasn't coming home. Ever. He would have to go back to work and have a new partner. He would have to endure the pain that tugged at his heart every time he passed Buck's apartment or saw Buck's family.
And the worst of all?
He would have to live the rest of his life without Evan Buckley.
Ok but hear me out...I just realized the mannerisms (not just attitude but like physical actions and habits) of clones seem to mirror their generals. Yes, Rex seems to ponder more about his relationships like Anakin does, but I'm talking about these 2 instances. Cody is pondering over who the traitor is and puts his hand to his chin, similar to what Obi-Wan does when he does his "intense beard stroking." Anakin just kinda stands their and watches his master think, knowing Obi-Wan will propose something eventually.