Good Things Fall Apart | Chapter 18: Paroxysm

Good Things Fall Apart | Chapter 18: Paroxysm

This is the longest chapter of anything I’ve ever written oops! But it’s also been a month between updates so I think technically it all evens out <3

excerpt;

There’s a sense of reversal as Victor recalls a moment they’d had on this very beach, of Benji reminding him it’s okay to look if he wants to. Victor takes a step toward him and reaches out a hand. Benji eyes it, wary, then allows Victor to pull him close. He takes Benji in his arms again, pressing their bare torsos together.

Victor takes a shuddering breath, Benji’s skin already cold from the air conditioning. Benji laughs, still shivering slightly, and then they both go quiet. There’s a profoundness in this, a pendulum that swings between innocence and something yet to be explored. All that sits between their two kindred cores is a layer of skin, some muscle, some bone. Victor thinks that he would be okay if Benji reached into his chest and clutched his heart in his hand—he would welcome it, even wishes for it. But Benji has already in some ways, hasn’t he? Since the moment their lips touched on a bench outside of Creekwood High, Benji has held Victor’s heart like a small, wounded animal in cupped hands.

Chris Redfield from Resident Evil, Steven Grant Rogers (Captain America) from Marvel/MCU, and Castiel from Supernatural.

It was hard to choose just three characters, but in end I went with these!

So a super soldier with celestial powers (maybe a nephilim since two out of these three are humans?) that dedicates their life to keeping people all over the world safe, specialising in fighting against monsters be they supernatural or lab created? I guess that's it.

Thanks for tagging me @bluephoenixrises!

Also tagging at the top of my head @msmischief101 @sunel0 @auriette @mercheswan, and whoever else would be interested!

Tag game: Combine 3 of your comfort/fav characters. What do you get?

Peter Parker + Hayley Marshall + Dean Winchester

An awkward and nerdy young adult that is also a werewolf turned hybrid that hunts monsters (God, I want to draw them now XD) I shall name them Squishy and they shall be mine!

Don’t feel obligated to do this, it’s just for fun :) @jarpad24​ @deanwanddamons​ @phoenixhalliwell​ @natasha-romxnoff​ @whatafuckingdumbass​

DEAN WINCHESTER in one random episode per day ‣ 95/327 9.14 CAPTIVES

I have this headcanon based on some pieces of lore that the Protheans saw potential in humans and wanted to give us biotic abilities just like they did (at least in part) to the asari, but that's because they planned to uplift humanity so we could be used as soldiers against the machines in the Metacon War. But when the Reapers arrived they abandoned this project to focus on the new war before giving humans the same gift they gave the asari, and instead focused on the latter. That's because unlike Earth, Thessia has abundant eezo sources around the planet wich could be used to quickly advance their technology, making them a safer bet to lead the next cycle against the Reapers. But if the Reapers hadn't arrived our species would be made natural biotics like the asari, and given a brief mention of the Leviathans forcing the scientists on Mahavid to study "the evolutionary implications of human biotics", maybe with time humanity will naturally surpass the asari in that aspect.

if we make it through december | a Venji Bakery AU

summary: Benji’s heart is still broken, and his bakery is limping through the holiday season, not certain to see the new year. Victor’s got his sights set on a promotion at work until Benji catches his eye and makes him consider loosening up, just a little. Just enough. Awkward flirting, pining, and baking ensue. word count: 16,342 excerpt:

“Well, have fun tonight,” Benji says once the transaction has gone through.

“What? Oh, right, the party. Whoo!” Victor says, and Benji can’t tell if he’s being sardonic or badly forcing enthusiasm. “Yeah, can’t…can’t wait.”

There’s a pause during which the two men just look at each other, similar to the pause that occurred the day previous.

“Um. Yeah. Thanks again. See you around,” Victor blurts, and then he practically runs out the door. The sound of the door chime has never been so sad.

Happy New Year! Here's to 2021 and the hope of better things to come!