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[cowboypossume]

stop no stop my first night without my dog in my bed since my stepmom died

[radama-zard]

Dungeons & Drabbles - 2022

Day 8 - Truculent

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Ashton/FCG

Anger.

It wasn't like the emotion was entirely foreign to Fresh Cut Grass. He understood it well enough. When injustices happened, when one insulted you or something you liked, when you were hurt by others… anger was the result.

Well, at least it was for most people.

Ashton certainly seemed in tune with it!

The barbarian was basically fuelled by rage, breathed it as easy as most did air. It came easy to them, and FCG had to admit, they were a tad jealous.

To be so in tune with one’s inner aggression, it sounded delightfully freeing! He desperately wished to have his inner strength, the power to scream in the faces of those who wronged them. To wheel right up to Jiana Hexum and call her… her… well, as might say, a ‘dumb bitch’.

Not that THEY would ever say that! They couldn't even honestly think it.

Dear god was it frustrating.

“You right there, Letters?”

FCG’s head snapped up, finding Ashton mere inches away from him. Funny how someone so tall and heavy could sneak up on them like that! Or could be so sneaky in general. It was something they envied as well.

“Sorry Ashton! Seems I’m a little lost in my head today,” FCG replied with a weak laugh, earning a slight quirk of a frown in turn. Had he worried them?

“What's eating at you? There somebody I gotta punch? ‘Cause you know I’ll fuck anybody up REAL bad that's upset ya.”

There it was again, that truculent spirit of Ashton’s.

Always eager and quick to fight, a shining beacon of aggressive defiance.

He really ought to have their picture painted and placed in every dictionary right next to the word.

To have even a fraction of that burning, that passionate spirit…

“I know you would, and I'm real grateful for your kindness. It means a whole lot to me that you're willing to fight for me. But, well, this… You can't fight this. Unless you want to punch me in the head?” FCG paused, cocking his head to the side. “Maybe don't though, please. You're real strong, and this body is pretty old. I think you’d do a lotta damage and I don't wanna make Milo have to fix me up agai-”

“Fuckin’ woah there,” Ashton leant down, now eye level with him. A jade hand dropped down on his shoulder, the simple weight of it relaxing in and of itself. With it being Ashton’s, that calming effect was doubled. His touch was always so gentle with FCG, like they were precious and soft and… and alive as any other flesh and blood person.

If they had a heart it may have skipped a beat.

“Sorry…"

“No sorries, Letters. Just don't want you working your ass into a panic. I got you, okay?”

“I don't have an ass.”

“Haha. Hilarious.”

Ashton rolled his eyes, yet even with that he was unable to keep the affection they felt for the little automaton from glimmering bright.

“I… I guess I was just thinking about anger, and how hard it is for me to really reach it. You know, when I'm all normal like. Maybe if I could express it as wonderfully as you do, I wouldn't snap anymore!”

“Huh.”

A beat of silence passed, and FCG wondered if he should apologize once more.

“Maybe I could teach you to let loose. To release the beast and fuck shit up.”

“Really? You wouldn't mind? I don't know how good at it I’d be and I'd hate to frustrate yo-”

“Shut up, Grass. Quit acting like you're a fucking burden! You're… fuck, you're gonna make me say it, aren't you?” Ashton groaned, the sound only growing louder as FCG stared on in confusion. “Fine!! You're my best friend, okay? You mean more to me than anyone in this gods forsaken world! So quit shit-talking yourself so we can go beat on some trees.”

If Fresh Cut Grass could smile, they’d be positively beaming right now.

“That was so kind of you to say, Ashton!” they chirped, oblivious to the way Ashton’s face started to heat up. “You’re my best friend too! You’ve been my favorite person since the day I met ya!”

“Yeah yeah, no need to get so mushy now…” Ashton muttered, in what FCG might have thought was embarrassment. “You're makin’ this sound like some kinda cheesy ass love confession.”

“But I do love you?”

Oh. They hadn't known that Ashton's face could go so dark! That was a lot of blood rushing to one place… how concerning.

“Fuck, Letters, you can't just say shit like that!”

“Why not? It's true! I love you very much. Is…” FCG quietened, his voice now almost meak in nature. “Is it because of what I am? Is it wrong for someone like me to love someone like you? Someone more… more alive?”

That made sense. No one would want to be loved by someone like themself. Someone so cold and rigid and impossible to-

Before that thought could even be finished, Fresh Cut Grass found themselves pulled tight into Ashton’s embrace, and with it they found their insecurities crushed.

“Fuck that! You're just as alive as I am, okay? Don't give me that bullshit. You're fucking incredible, Letters. I was just being a little bitch over all the affection and the… I haven't had someone say that in a long ass time. It just- It threw me off guard. You aren't wrong to love me. You just have shit taste.”

“... I don't have any taste. I can't taste anything.”

“You know what I meant, you little shit.”

FCG laughed weakly, clinging to the genasi with surprisingly shaky hands. Gosh, how had everything gotten so out of hand?

“So it's… it's okay then? For me to love you?”

Ashton dropped his head, lips coming to lay the sweetest of kisses right to their forehead.

“Fuck yeah. The feeling’s mutual, just so you know. Still think you have shit taste, but hey, who am I to judge?”

Mutual.

The same.

A feeling returned.

Perhaps it wasn't so bad to be lacking in rage when they could feel a joy, a love so pure, as strongly as this.

Ashton could keep the rage.

They’d champion love instead.

[sunpathos]

i'm going to start doing this more often because i feel like i'm getting stuck on... things that are the same just different fonts, so, i am asking for media recommendations! that means series, movies, books anything!! i am starting to get into tracking this sort of thing so!! please!

[secondhandservitude]

WHAT IF.......

@luciddreamsx starter for Alexander Lightwood

There were a million  situations where Magnus Bane and Alexander Lightwood could have ended up together, in fact in the warlock’s head he had assumed that after everything that had happened between them that they would get together but that wasn’t the case. They were in fact miles from that.  But that hadn’t stopped Magnus doing some thing as selfless as giving his magic to his father to save those silly little Nephelim because even though he didn’t have Alec, he couldn’t also lose Clary, Jace, Simon or even Isabelle. No he refused too. 

        But that was something that Alexander Lightwood didn’t know and he had warned all of the shadowhunters and vampire that did know not to breath a word to the Lightwood elder. No he didn’t want to be pitted because of it. He didn’t want the Lightwood to come to him because of the sacrifice. Magnus Bane was worth a lot more than that. In fact he felt hurt and betrayed just thinking about Alec’s last words to him. “What do you want me to give up my life for you?”.

       The blue eyed male had a lot to think about and when he had thought about it, he had decided that they weren’t going to work together. The warlock had been soul destroyed but he couldn’t leave the rest of the people he loved out in the cold merely because the person he loved wouldn’t love him back, the warlock couldn’t be that selfish. 

       So he was being selfless. 

        But one of the conditions, Isabelle had agreed to keeping the secret about Magnus not having his Magic was that he had to train how to fight, which Magnus was more than happy to agree to - after all he didn’t want to be someone helpless. He didn’t want to have to be saved by his friends and he certainly did not want to look weak in front of a certain raven haired lightwood male even if he had been rejected. 

       Which was why Magnus Bane stood in his loose fitting top in the institute with his jogging bottom  and very little jewelry on if any because that was what the weapons master had suggested.  

“Isabelle are you sure this is wise, we could have easily trained in my apartment instead of here”

        The warlock shrugged his shoulders and the black haired male, Magnus couldn’t help but admire how much she looked like her brother, they were like the male and female version of each other which held so much appreciation for Magnus - but she was no Alexander Lightwood. Magnus had kept  his distance from this place for too long only doing the odd tasks when his friend had asked and never took any of the credit for it. 

        He had already lost his job as high warlock and his magic to his father. There was very little left for him to loose and he really didn’t want to be stripped bear in front of the person he loved especially when that person didn’t love him back. 

“It will be fine Magnus, beside I train better on my home ground, how just wait here. I had sticks for us to train with, I think it’s the perfect weapon for you to learn with first. Just let me grab them”

          Izzy smiled her teeth white towards the warlock as she gripped his hand and squeezed before she turned on her tail and ran off to get where ever she said she was going. Magnus took in a deep breath and began to stretch out, he was feeling all wound up being this close to Alexander without any intention of seeing the shadowhunter, because he had no intention of running into him lately. His fragile little being couldn’t take it. In the moments where he wanted to call the Lightwood he had to take a drink - it was like a personal decision he had made, which made him drink a lot of nights, even if it weren’t as his usual locals like the hunters moon. 

[wldfes]

Laezel sunbathing is just in my head rn. Just a reptile warming up don't mind her.

[nightly-ruse]

I HATE honey but a chunk of honeycomb right now sounds so good

[monulion-blog]

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