#ficedit

[ithappensoffstage]

The Sandman "A Tale of Graceful Ends" // when I look into your eyes, there's a danger inside by ThirdActLove

[not-with-you-but-of-you]

Jess wakes up on fire, smoldering in warm blankets, skin too hot, too tight, painful everywhere his clothes touch, every muscle protesting. He groans and opens his eyes, throwing off the blankets. “Rory?” He croaks. God, his head is pounding. “Hey, it’s okay, I’m here.” She’s leaning over him, her blue eyes full of concern. “How are you feeling?” She lays a soft hand on his brow and then the side of his neck. “Not great.” “Yeah, you are definitely one sick boy.”

If I Needed You ↳ A Literati sickfic by @ernestonlysayslovelythings

[sincerelylancelot]

a single great error

part one of the hamartia series Lando reminds him of a black hole. Not just all-consuming and endless, but a bridge to infinite possibilities. Oscar’s hands can rip the universe apart, knit it back together, and feel the air shimmer where reality was—but to him, Lando is what’s left in that space: infinite and always.

[seancamerons]

Sean & Emma in Where are you Now? // His voice cracked, as he preoccupied himself avoiding her eyes, "You couldn't bother to say goodbye either."

[passionpitawrites]

LACY AND THE GRUDGE 🖤

[displayheartcode]

Joe and Nile have been raised by witches. They both want something different out of life and out of love -- namely, Nile wants to experience the magic of everything, and Joe wants to use his magic to protect himself from the fallout of passion that can go wrong. But one day when Nile brings trouble home with her in the form of a dead man, and a detective named Nicolo who comes looking for answers, Joe is forced to confront everything he's spent his entire life trying to avoid.

a love even time will lie down and be still for  by gallifreyburning/@gallifreyburning

[behbuh]

They don’t love you like I love you by @searidings

[rozrozhollander]

“It’s not Satanic rock, it’s regular rock, you uncultured fuck,” the blond head says, and then it looks up and reveals itself as the single most attractive man Kie thinks she’s ever seen in her life. He has a pillow crease on his face and his eyes are bleary, looking on all accounts like he genuinely has been asleep. Knuckling at one of his eyes, he shuffles into the living room, shirtless, as Kie is quickly learning is custom of the inhabitants of 54B, hair smushed to one side. Her mouth goes a little dry just at the sight of him, lean and golden and grouchy, barefoot, squinting in the light. He follows Pope’s gaze and for the first time upon walking in, his eyes fall on her, and his face— Well, he looks like he’s just seen a ghost. Jesus. Well. That’s always a positive reaction. call my bluff, call me babe by @smileymikey