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This was originally a mini-fic that I was writing as a belated self birthday present to myself but then I made a new friend who listened to me infodump about Hyrule Warriors right as I was taking a break from working on it, so now this is a gift-fic instead! Enjoy!
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As soon as Legend got back from inspecting the keep for himself, Warriors invited the chain into the strategy tent. He, Time, and strangely Wind had been inside working on a plan of attack to implement in the assault that would be taking place in two days. In the lantern-lit tent, there was a table set up with a map of the battle area hand-drawn in advance by one of the scouts. Along with this, there were various props, such as stitching pins and nails, among other things.
As soon as the group had organized after practically stumbling in, bumping into eachother as they tried to cram into the small tent, Wars began his explanation as to why the group was summoned, starting with a rundown of what needed to be done.
"We should have a minimum of one person guarding each keep," he said, adding pins to friendly-controlled keeps, "but we also need enough people on the battlefield to make sure that upon taking over more from the enemy, we aren't spread out too far and are unable to defend them," he added while using nails to mark those. Preparing for the next part, he pushed a spool of thread on the table. "We also need to make sure the the people on defense are able to be in communication with the attacking forces. Until the oppression mages are taken down, currier fairies are out of the question, leaving the only communication option being Wind's pirate charm and Wild's slate." At this, he sighed. "This brings us back to the argument we were having."
A quiet silence filled the room, broken by the sounds preparation outside the tent. Four eventually asked, "So what's the argument?"
Wind nodded dramatically. "Who has to get left behind."
Time scoffed quietly. "What he means is who gets positioned where. In order to make sure the defense is good, we need strong defenders, but in order to take over the monster camps in unstable positions, we need to have strong attackers. Some of us have skills that are good for defense, some are good offense, and some are good support, so we need to decide our positioning."
"We didn't want to assign people to areas they think they would be unhelpful, but also need to make sure that nobody is being overstretched," Wars added upon Time finishing his explanation. "The three of us have three different ideas, and as such we wanted to get feedback and vote on them."
Wind began talking over Wars while he was finishing his sentence, almost tripping over his own words as he explained his strategy. "My idea was to have me, Four, Legend, and Sky on the four frontal keeps, me on one of the middle ones, and then whenever an enemy keep is taken over, I tell whoever is nearest to move up and support it, allowing the forward troops to have a closer fallback point!" In order to make his point, he grabbed the thread and began unraveling a segment. He then tied the four pins representing friendly keeps together. "It would look like this," he added, moving the pins upward one at a time. After this, he took a proud step back.
After the group was finished looking, Wars reset the pins and removed the string. As he was doing this, Time began to speak. "My strategy would be to have Hyrule, Legend, Four, and Twilight at the friendly keeps, due to their healing and support abilities. This would make it easier to take up a defensive position in the case of something going horribly wrong, as Hyrule has healing magic, Four has the second best magic abilities in the group, Twilight is a strong fighter, and Legend has enough items to probably even create a rudimentary crossbow, assuming he doesn't already have one." This statement resulted in a few chuckles, but was quickly passed over. "The keep taking methods would be to take over two keeps at a time, with one group having Wind with the pirate charm and the other having Wild. Wild's group would focus on causing chaos withing the enemy keeps from the outside before charging in to break their formations, while my group would have myself and probably Sky rush in and do much the same."
Four scoffed from the front of the group gathered at the door. Upon eight confused looks being sent at his direction, he apologized with a shake of his head, along with the statement, "Sorry, just thinking of a probably bad idea."
Warriors brushed away his comment with a shrug. "No idea is stupid if it works, despite what my Impa would say to that. Bring it up after I'm done." He tucked his scarf back behind his neck after it fell from the force of the shrug. "My plan would be to have Sky, Four, Legend, Hyrule, and myself advancing and taking keeps as a group, prioritizing speed and efficiency during battle with short downtime in-between combat as we move from place to place. This leaves Wind, Wild, Twilight, and Time working in pairs in the back lines, in order to make sure if the burden on one keep is too much, another can come assist." After moving aside the unused props, Warriors fixed his scarf again.
Time grinned. "Alright, now that we've done that, let's put it to a vote." He raised his hand. "Those in favor of my plan, raise one hand. Those in favor of Wars's plan, hands down. Those in favor of Wind's, both hands up."
After counting up the results, it was reveled to be a three way tie. This resulted in multiple groans.
Wind groaned loudly. "Well, now what?"
"We could hold a second vote?" Hyrule stated.
"Yeah? What would be different the second go round," Legend pointed out with a grin.
As the group contemplated, Four decided to make his idea known. As he walked around the table, Warriors said, "Oh, sorry, let's hear your idea!" with a genuine smile.
After looking at the map for a few seconds, then the props Warriors had used, then back to the map, the exact moment he solidified his idea was visible on his face.
"What if we were to just... all rush into the enemy keeps as a group? The soldiers are positioned here guarding to keeps already, what's the problem with them doing their job?"
At that, the whole group paused, before the unacknowledged tension in the room dropped to none.
"Yeah, that would work-"
"I hadn't even thought about that-"
"They are there for a reason-"
"Could be pretty fun, why not-"
Simply based on that agreement, the meeting was unofficially adjourned.
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Not going to tag them cause they seem shy, but this is for you! Thanks for listening to my rant!
═ஓ๑Til Death Do Us Part๑ஓ═
Crybaby x gn!reader
Warnings: death, funerals, hallucinations, implied su1cid3
604 words
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The sound of rain fills your ears, blocking out the prayers of the pastor in the front of the group. You stare at the closed casket, taking in its details. You memorize the carvings on it, along with the engraving of her name. It was so intricate; just how she would’ve liked it.
Tears well in your eyes as they lower her into the ground, falling along with the raindrops coating your cheeks. You watch as people throw things into the six foot hole; crosses, flowers, necklaces, photos.
Time passes and you’re not sure how much. Minutes? Hours? You don’t really care anymore. The grass squishes underneath your shoes as you walk over to the place that held her deceased body. You sit on the ground, knowing you’re making a mess of your black clothing but you can’t find it in you to care. There’s already a small pool of water surrounding the wood encasing her.
You reach into your pocket, pulling out a necklace that she had gifted you for your birthday. She couldn’t make it to your party, and she felt horrible. You were upset, but now you would have given anything to go back and tell her that it was okay, that you didn’t care, that you were happy she was there then. A small clink is heard as you clasp it around your neck, toying with the metal that hangs from the chain.
Walking home felt like walking to the other side of the world; a waste of time. There wasn’t anything to look forward to. She was your everything. As you find yourself on the front steps of your house, you can’t find it in you to open the door. Everything in there felt like too much to deal with. You stand there for an unknown amount of time before you unlock the door, and it takes a great amount of strength to step inside.
You take off your shoes and coat, leaning your back against the door. A quiet sob breaks through your throat as you slide down onto the floor, bringing your knees to your chest. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Not at all. You and her were supposed to live together in a cottage somewhere far away from everything, dancing together in the rain. Now the rain reminds you of her funeral.
You miss running your fingers through her silky hair, or helping her dye her blonde side different colours. You miss talking shit about school, the Principal and the bullies. You miss playing with her at recess, sitting on the swings even though you weren’t supposed to. You miss singing with her as you bake cake and cookies. You miss her soft lips on yours, her hands playing with your hair as you both break away giggling softly with your foreheads pressed together.
Now, that all feels so distant. Like it was so long ago, or maybe it never happened.
Your head lifts up after what seems like forever, your eyes puffy and red from crying. Small sniffles emit from you as you stand up, following the source of quiet cries coming from your bedroom. You open the door, and see nothing. As you walk into the room, the door slams shut with a loud sob in the air. You rub your eyes and the doors open; the crying stops. You feel a gentle tap on your shoulder and you turn around to be met with nothing. Maybe you’re going crazy.
Or maybe now that you find yourself on the balcony, looking down two stories, this seems like it’s the best option.
Cuts and Scars
— No! - The sound of the blow resounded through the studio, a quick thud that soon fell silent. The silence was only more terrifying than the act of speaking, of exposing to view what really needed to be exposed but couldn’t be, because if there was something to be exposed, it implied that there was something wrong; and there wasn't.
It was agonizing, his face devoid of expression, perhaps something he did on purpose. There was no expression when he turned his face towards his own feet, no expression when he gently brought his hands to his own face, and no expression when he fixed his eyes on me. But his emerald eyes expressed everything his face did not. Pain.
— Fey, I’m sorry… - my teeth clenched, I couldn’t look him in the eye. He was suffering too, I knew it, I knew it. But it wasn't fair, it wasn't. If I told him that when I looked at my trembling hands, I saw them stained with blood, would he laugh at me? If I told him I couldn't stand seeing rose petals anymore because they reminded me of the blood gushing from the faerie chests I had killed, would he treat my pain as lesser? I wanted him to understand. I wished I hadn’t done what I just did.
— Shut up! - I hated this. I was never allowed to be weak. I couldn’t let them see me cry, for I had the duty to stay standing and ensure my family survived. So why were tears falling from my eyes, why couldn’t I hold back the sobs that now tore at my throat, why… did he have to see me like this? I needed to calm down. One, two, three… one, two, three… inhale and exhale. — Please, stop apologizing.
— If I did something wrong to you, the right thing is to apologize… — If you did something wrong, the right thing is to apologize and not repeat the mistake again, Tamlin. - a bitter smile formed on my face — Are you going to lock me in here every time you leave the mansion, is that it? - He sighed loudly, as if he were the only one tired in this situation. — You would follow me… — I would! - my hoarse scream echoed through the studio, and I had the impression that the walls trembled — Because I can't stand being trapped anymore, it’s suffocating me!
His beautiful green eyes wandered around every corner of that room, but not for a second did they land on the storm of my blue eyes. I seethed with anger and cooled with guilt, sometimes wanting to strike a second blow, other times wanting to apologize. But I would do neither. A dread of blood had infiltrated me, but at that moment I would cut myself in half, and he would see all my insides. I would open up and bleed everything that was in my body. Even though I knew she would visit me, proclaiming her victory in my nightmares.
— It’s for your safety, Feyre. If they lay hands on you, I can’t… — I didn’t know whether to shout a bit more or laugh. — Look into my eyes… Look, damn it! - his face finally turned and looked back into mine. His drooping eyes sank a bit more with his furrowed brow. — Listen, I spent part of my life taking care of myself, taking care of my family, in the cold, in hunger, and any adversity that came my way. I don’t need to hear from you what’s best for me! I don’t need it!
His face seemed to slowly transform, his pain also turning into anger.
— Why do you have to be so stubborn?! For the Mother sake, Fey, if they get their hands on you, do you have any idea what could happen? Do you have the slightest idea?
— Fuck you! - the more exasperated and louder my voice became, the more my tears fell — You keep saying how much you want to protect me, but you don’t even tell me what the hell you’re protecting me from! - I approached him slowly, until my face was inches from his, my teeth clenched, like one animal challenging another — And if they, whoever they are, show up when you’re not here? huh? You don’t even… give me what I need to protect myself. You don’t even tell me who I should protect myself from, god...
For a few seconds, we just stared at each other, until I got tired of all that crap and went to sit on one of the sofas, made of thick trunks and cushioned with leaves and cotton. I took a deep breath and sighed, as if letting all the weight out through my lungs.
— I don’t want you to protect me, if protecting me means you have to do this. I’m not saying that I only want to protect you alone either, like… Like under the mountain. I thought the purpose of us being together was to do that for each other, together. — When I raised my head and looked at him again, with red eyes and a trembling mouth, it was almost a sacrifice to make the words come out again — I love you, Tam... Truly. But I can’t bear to go through this another day.
Silence fell again, but what needed to be said had already been said. Maybe that’s why I didn’t notice the footsteps, which seemed to bring a gentle breeze, or the weight of the man next to me when he sat close to me. But I listened, very carefully, when he started talking about the enemy. When he started telling everything he knew.
About Hybern.
well, don't know what this is or what I wanted to do with it, I just know that I wanted to write something ahahah so, I hope you guys liked
Warming Hearts in Winter
Pairing: Jon Snow x Son Male Reader
Notes: I'm enjoying writing short fics and I think you can tell that I have strong daddy issues with my latest posts. But remember that REQUESTS ARE OPEN
Title: Warming Hearts in Winter
The freezing wind howled outside the walls of Winterfell as Jon Snow and his teenage son stood in the fortress's library. The room was filled with dusty books, and a roaring fireplace cast a comforting warmth over the room. It was one of those nights when winter seemed to want to devour the world, and the interior of the library was a safe haven.
Jon's son, now a serious-looking young man, sat in a leather armchair, his shoulders hunched and an expression of melancholy took his face. His eyes, normally full of curiosity, were dull and sad. He was shivering slightly, the cold having penetrated his soul.
Jon Snow approached and sat next to his son, immediately noticing the sadness that consumed him. With concern in his eyes, he placed a hand on the young man's shoulder.
"What happened, son?" Jon asked, his voice full of concern.
The son looked at his father, his eyes expressing a mix of sadness and vulnerability. "I feel alone, father, and the cold of this winter seems to have lodged itself in my heart."
Jon hugged him, bringing him close to his chest. His father's warmth enveloped the young man, and he broke down, allowing the tears to begin to flow. Jon stroked his son's hair and whispered words of comfort.
"I understand, my love," Jon said, "winter can be unforgiving, and sometimes our own hearts feel cold. But remember, you will never be alone. Our family is your refuge, and here, at Winterfell, you will always find love and warmth."
The young man looked into his father's eyes, finding comfort in the words and in the hug. Jon grabbed a nearby fleece blanket and wrapped it around his son's shoulders, ensuring he felt protected and warm.
As the wind howled outside, father and son shared that moment of warmth and understanding. The fireplace was crackling, and the cold outside seemed to no longer be a threat. The winter might be harsh, but in this refuge in Winterfell, the warmth of love between father and son was more powerful than any cold the season could bring.
Bagels (Sherlock x Reader)
Summary: the reader is married to Sherlock and is carrying his child. She’s seven months pregnant and is very hormonal and has insane cravings. She wakes up one early morning craving bagels and chaos ensues.
Words: 723
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock x reader
Warnings: none:)
If someone had asked if Sherlock had ever wanted kids, he would have outright ignored them. He hardly knew the answer to that himself. But now, with his wife of five years carrying his daughter, with only two months to go, he was immensely excited to meet his little girl.
The only part he could really go without is his wife’s ‘baby brain’, as she calls it. She is constantly forgetting things or getting sidetracked. And don’t even get him started on her mood swings and cravings.
Nearly every morning she wakes him up at an ungodly hour stating she wants anything from fried pickles and cream cheese to pizza with caramel sauce. And if he refuses, tears start to silently pool in her (E/C) eyes. He’d sigh and slide out of bed.
However, this time, rather than (Y/N) shaking him awake, he awoke to the rancid smell of something burning and the light sobs of his wife coming from the kitchen. Panic flared up in the detective and he jumped from the bed, running into the kitchen.
His shout of panic died in his throat. There was no fire. No blood. Nothing that showed a serious problem. Just his seven-month pregnant wife, scratching at a blackened bagel with a butter knife, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks and tiny sobs hiccupping out of her lungs.
“(Y/N), love, what in God’s name are you doing?” He stepped up to her, taking the knife from her trembling hand. She didn’t look up at him, only thumping her forehead against his chest.
“I-I wanted bagels, and I knew you were tired from the case, s-s-so I got up to make them myself… The bagels were too big for the toaster so I put them in the oven. Th-th I fell asleep… When I woke up the kitchen smelled so horrible… I-I-I… I burnt my bagels!!” She sobbed even harder and wrapped her arms around Sherlock’s torso.
If it were anyone else, he would scoff at the sheer ridiculousness of the scene before him, but this was (Y/N), his (Y/N). He couldn’t help but appreciate the humor in this moment. A chuckle bubbled past his lips until it was full blown laughter.
He wrapped his arms around her and gently swayed her as he laughed. She stopped sobbing to look up at him with a slightly offended look.
“Why are you laughing!? I was seriously scared, Sherlock! What if I burned the flat down!? Are you even listening!?” (Y/N) cried, now angry tears fell from her bloodshot eyes.
“Oh, yes, my dear, I am listening. As I see it, you didn’t burn down the flat so no harm was done. Now, let’s get you back to bed, you’re nearly asleep on your feet.” Sherlock pressed a kiss to her forehead and led her away from the kitchen.
“But I still want my bagel…” She whimpered, holding her husband’s hand as he pulled her into their bedroom.
“I’ll make you a new one, love. Now lay down.”
“But there will be crumbs in the bed, Sherl!” She moved from whimpering to whining. He sighed and nudged her onto the bed. She complained even though she was doing as he asked without a physical struggle.
“Don’t worry about it. Just close your eyes.” He sat on the edge of the bed, running his hand through her hair. This side of him, caring and affectionate, it was a side he never showed anyone but you. Which is why no one believed you when you said Sherlock was the sweetest man you had ever met.
By the time Sherlock’s hand finished its fifth pass through her hair, she had fallen asleep once more, her hand clamped around his. He allowed himself a small smile of bliss as he laid down next to her.
His eyes flicked over her features, memorizing her face in this moment so he can go back and remember how lucky he was to have such a woman love him enough to marry and have a child with a man such as him. Loving her wasn’t hard. It wasn’t even a disadvantage. His mind was clearer with her, sharper with her.
He would do anything for her, and their child.
Even if it was waking up at three in the morning to the smell of burning bagels.
Nightmares (MHA spoilers Oboro Shirakumo)
A very short EraserCloudMic thing because god do I love Oboro and god do I want him okay Fluff, Angst with Happy End, They're a throuple fight me - A short one because it wouldn't leave my mind
Shota felt numb. His eyes locked onto the pile of rubble his best friend had just been buried under. He couldn’t hear himself as he screamed, but his burning lungs proved that he did. His legs felt weak as he tried to run to him but couldn’t move, couldn’t go to help. His ears rang with panic, and his heart felt like it had stopped. Darkness surrounded him. Trapped his mind. Trapped him. He couldn’t feel anything but his own fast breath and the numbness. He gasped awake, crying, and awoke the two men sleeping next to him.
“A nightmare?”
Hizashi mumbled, slowly sitting up to look at his husband.
“About me again?”
Oboro on Shota’s other side asked, his voice raspy and deep with sleepiness, wiping his boyfriend’s tears:
“I’m right here, alive as I could be.”
Looking back and forth between the two, Shota calmed down. He hated those nightmares. The trauma he had gone through that day, the thought of having lost one of his best friends, still lingering in his mind more than any loss ever had. More than any situation did. Just this moment of utter helplessness. Of not knowing if Oboro was alive.
They laid back down together, Shota in the middle as always, and treated him with kisses until his breath normalized. This kind of panic was rare and only happened in these moments. Nobody but the 3 of them knew, and it would stay that way. And when he woke up from these dreams, they would always be there to calm him. Oboro would be there, alive and happy, and more than just their best friend.
Before they knew it, they had fallen asleep again. Blessed with blissful calmness and much sweeter dreams.
A Game Of Dice
Tsunagu meets a stranger at the train station and lets him persuade him to a game of dice Surreal, slight angst, death mentioned, short, based on a song Word count: 307
It was cold and dark already, just past 8 as Tsunagu entered the waiting hall of the train station. He checked his ticket; his train supposed to arrive at 9. Rubbing his freezing hands, he sat down, clearly attracting the attention of a strange man sitting not far from him.
His hair and mask covered almost all of his face. The way his revealed eye sparkled and changed in shape suggested a smile as he waved the blonde over:
“Can I interest you in a game of dice?”
The stranger asked, and Tsunagu felt strangely intrigued:
“I’ve never played.”
He said, his head turning at the sound of a train screeching; the snow was glistening outside, falling softly on the window sill. The other handed him the dice, regaining his attention by speaking again:
“We play for a lot in this game; we play for you.”
He didn’t understand what the man meant, but quickly found himself rolling the dice. Found himself losing, the other seeming to be impossibly lucky. If Tsunagu rolled a six with all three dice, the stranger rolled nineteen. Like in trance, he continued playing and rolling the dice, eventually losing track of time in the game. Noticing too late that he’d missed his train home.
“Nobody knows how the dice will fall. Nothing in this world happens by random chance.”
The stranger explained, his voice strangely calming and the blonde couldn’t help but agree with a nod.
Suddenly, alarms blared, red signals flashing as workers stormed past them, talking about a derailed train. Tsunagu’s train. Ten immediate casualties.
His eyes wandered back to the man, but he was gone; leaving nothing behind but a cold breeze and the dice game in the blonde’s hands. Goosebumps ran down his spine as he understood the stranger's words; and what the dice had fallen for.
The Black Guest
(Another one because I am motivated) Tsunagu and Shinya get married, death tries to intervene dramatically Fluff, minimal angst, happy ending, short, based on a song Word count: 276
It was a beautiful wedding scene, candles shining brightly, with the guests of the wedding chatting and enjoying the drinks. A slow waltz started playing, Tsunagu and Shinya as the newlyweds the first ones to start dancing. It was elegant, the blonde made for dances like this while the other simply let himself be led and recalled the practice he’d gone through for this very moment.
Suddenly, the doors opened, a stranger dressed fully in black entered and the music died immediately. Shinya went pale as the stranger grabbed his hand and pulled him close. Everyone stared in shock, listening as the black guest spoke:
“Candles in the wind may burn bright but flicker out eventually. Everything ends, except one thing you humans don’t know anymore. Something stronger than time itself.”
The young groom's mother cried out:
“Why him? He’s still so young!”
The father called:
“I’ll give you my money and possessions for him.”
But the stranger wouldn’t let go of Shinya’s hand, kissing it and swaying him in a slow, almost tragic dance. Tsunagu stepped forward now, his face determined and yet sad as he reached out his hand to the man:
“Will you take my life in exchange for his?”
The guests began to mutter, in shock and what seemed like discussions for preference, but the stranger fell silent. He took a step towards the blonde; and let go of Shinya:
“Your love defeats me.”
He spoke, turning around and vanishing as walked away; disappearing into dark smoke that mixed with the candles'. The shock wore off, and the party continued; calmer but with the assuring knowledge that the newlyweds’ love was real.
Midnight Ball
Last one I think but these song live in my head rent free Tsunagu's car breaks down and he enters a mysterious mansion to ask for help Slight Angst, fluff, happy ending, mysterious, surreal, short, based on a song Word Count: 631
Tsunagu felt cold and lost; he was tired already from a week of his job taking up all of his strength, and now his car had broken down in the middle of nowhere; quite the beautiful nowhere, somewhere in the mountains with a clear view of the deep sea despite the dark of the night. He didn’t have tools to fix it either and no phone connections to call anyone. His gaze wandered, to see if maybe he could spot other cars or people, but all he could see were the glistening lights of a mansion not far from where he stood.
‘Surely, someone can help me there.’
He thought to himself as he made his way over to it. It was a beautiful house, luxurious almost, and he certainly felt out of place as he knocked. A butler opened him, his gaze not quite meeting Tsunagu’s eyes; dull blue pupils and he figured that the man must have been blind. A myriad of voices sounded from inside, and with an overly polite gesture, he was invited to enter. A shiver ran down his spine as he followed the invitation. To say he was underdressed would be an understatement, his eyes widening as he looked around at all the people, in gorgeous dresses and suits and anything in between, sparkling in beautiful colors that made his heart beat higher. He could have only dreamed of making clothes this gorgeous, and as people began to chat with him and offer him champagne, he quickly forgot the reason he’d come.
Some of the guests seemed familiar, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but everyone was incredibly kind. He drank and danced, eventually catching his own gaze in a mirror; coming to a halt as he saw nobody but himself in it. And the shiver he’d felt earlier returned. Something told him that looking back at the guests would show him some nightmarish horror, but as he turned his head, nothing about them had changed. Despite the good time he’d had, he now wanted to leave.
Just as he was about to step back outside through the heavy doors, the butler stood in his way, and shook his head:
“Everyone may enter the midnight ball. But nobody may leave.”
He said, and a warm hand immediately calmed the cold fearful pit in Tsunagu’s stomach; he knew that feeling. Knew the way the person behind him was breathing. Knew the chuckle he heard.
“Shinya?”
His voice was nothing more than a whisper and he was almost too scared to turn around. But truly; before him stood none other than his husband who had passed away two years before. In a gorgeous suit, his hair done as always, half up the way he’d always worn in for formal events.
“Am I-“
The blonde started, but the other just took his hands and neither of them cared about the sound of the door falling shut:
“Yes. All of us are.”
Shinya said, his voice soft and calm as if it wasn’t anything to be worried about. And so Tsunagu chose not to be, and held his husband’s face instead, kissing him a million times to verify he wasn’t simply dreaming; the only tears shed on the pure joy of seeing him again.
“Let’s get you something fancier to wear, Tsu. I know you will just love the options you have.”
With that, the two disappeared back into the crowd filling the mansion, and he couldn’t help but wonder about everyone he was leaving behind in the realm of the living.
‘They will be fine without me.’
That was his last thought before his undivided attention and mind went back to Shinya, where it belonged and where it would stay until the end of time.
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Hi! This is the first time I'm asking something here. This library is fantastic and it's really useful! I've found some of my favourite stories here! ❤️ Thanks for the work you are doing ❤️ I wanted to ask if it's possible to have recommended stories by their length or word count. I usually read one-shots or stories that have a word count of maximum 3000 words. Thanks in advance if you can do that. I also don't really care about the tropes, tags or rating, i will read anything short. ❤️❤️❤️
Hello and you're welcome! We have a few posts on our #short fic tag. Length is also a very easy thing to filter for on AO3, here is a search for completed English language Aziraphale/Crowley fics up to 3000 words. And here is but a small selection...
Angel Wiggles™ by his_infinitevariety (G)
Crowley wants to make Aziraphale happy enough to wiggle.
Two Beds by wackylittlegal (G)
It feels weird to go back to normal after the Apocalypse That Wasn't. Too much has happened that *wasn't* normal. In need of a break from their respective places, Crowley and Aziraphale go on a bit of a trip and are so cute about it.
All the Anguish You Suppressed by EdosianOrchids901 (T)
Aziraphale has been acting strange, and Crowley is worried. When he mentions the odd behavior, Aziraphale reveals that he’s been feeling homesick. Can Crowley help him work through his conflicted feelings about Heaven?
Sweet Dreams by NeamhMoonstar_eng (G)
There's a reason Aziraphale doesn't sleep, and it dates back to the dawn of time - actually, much earlier than that.
In the (Second) Beginning by cherryfeather (M)
As their lunch stretches on Aziraphale slowly comes to realize that Crowley is—enjoying him. Enjoying Aziraphale’s conversation, and company, far more openly than he has in most of Aziraphale’s memory. And Aziraphale knows that he himself is just chattering on, letting conversational tangents carry him along, and—it’s definitely relief, for him, knowing for the first time in a long time that they aren’t being watched, that no one is keeping score for now. - Aziraphale realizes that Crowley's been saying something rather loudly for a week.
You Deserve Love by boredom (G)
Aziraphale has never felt loved. At least, not in the way he wants. After the apocalypse, things come to a head and Crowley is left to pick up the pieces.
- Mod D
(not jonelias this is a silly fic)
“So… about that Jonah Magnus guy, right? What do you think about him?”
Jon sat across from Elias. He was used to his cryptic questions at this point, and assumed this was some sort of test on the history of the place. He shifted in his seat. “Well, I suppose I have read a few statements addressing him, but I can’t quite say much besides an unhealthy desire for knowledge and signs of dealing with things he didn’t understand.”
Elias’s smile faltered a little bit, for what reason Jon didn’t know. “That’s not quite what I meant… how would I put this…” He stared down Jon, figuring out how to word it. “Do you think he is… intelligent? Perhaps even charming?”
Jon’s face scrunched up in confusion. What was he talking about? Why in God’s name would Elias want to know his personal feelings on a historical figure?
“Reading the statements, what did you think about him? Did you think he seemed like a really cool guy, maybe like a guy who got laid a lot, at least for that era?” Elias seemed desperate to know the answer.
Jon was overwhelmingly confused. He knew his boss was a little mysterious and vague about things but this seemed something different entirely. Why does he want to know this? “I… uh…” he murmured. “I um… don’t know…”
A flash of anger shot across Elias’s face and Jon had wondered what he did wrong. Then he saw his employer take a deep breath as if trying to calm himself down. He reached down under his desk and pulled out a picture frame of a painting of Jonah Magnus. “Let’s try a different angle.”
What is this man on?
“How attractive is he? I think he would be the type of guy to have abs, and be very strong, wouldn’t you agree, Jon?”
He wouldn’t agree. Not even a little bit. But he wasn’t going to risk losing his job over this mania that had seemed to have taken over Elias. He shifted in his chair again, desperate to get out of this situation. “Sure, he is uh… very attractive, Elias.”
“Yes, I thought so!” His boss beamed. “Alright, you are dismissed, go back to your job.”
Jon got up and left the room, incredibly confused and wondering if that interaction was real.
Elias reclined back in his chair, cradling the picture of himself like a baby.