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A blurry clip plays of the motorbike revving away from the lab, kicking up desert dust. You can clearly make out Lance’s high-pitched yelp when it accelerates. “These are the last known whereabouts of the three missing teenagers.” It cuts back to the reporter, face grim and heavy with tragedy. This time Keith’s mugshot is next to them. “While it’s not confirmed Kogane is involved, police have confirmed he is a person of interest. He is considered armed and dangerous, and the Garrison urges you to steer clear, and report it, if you see him.”
Six years into the war against the Galra, and after a major win, Allura and Shiro agree the team deserve some time off. The plan is simple: a month on Earth, to reunite with their families, and spend the time relaxing and soaking up all the comforts of home. Keith-- ignoring the pitying eyes of the team-- assumes there's no one waiting for him. Unfortunately for everyone, he's wrong.
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20 Dec 2024
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Wyll Ravengard has read a lot of romances. He knows how this story goes: the beautiful, consumptive courtesan falls in love with an idealistic man who wants to rescue her from her lot in life, only to die of the disease before they can wed.
Wyll has read a lot of romances. He knows the signs. Astarion's deathly white pallor, his thin frame, the specks of blood lingering on his lips. Astarion, like Mimi, like Marguerite Guatier, is dying of consumption. Any romance between them is already doomed.
Or, Wyll is genre savvy. Too bad it's the wrong genre. He thinks he's the hero of a gothic romance, but he's really found himself in a gothic horror.
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05 Dec 2024
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"Some days Wyll Ravengard sees himself as a twenty-four-year-old man, roadworn but not too bitter, well-read or at least well listened, and helpful when he gets the chance to be. Sometimes he sees himself as a seventeen-year-old boy, begging for his father’s mercy as a stranger wrenches his wrists behind his back. More and more often, he sees himself as the red-cabbed 80,000-pound semi he inhabits for at least ten hours a day."
(The life of an over-the-road trucker isn’t easy, and neither is the life of a monster hunter. Wyll is both. When he comes across Astarion soliciting in a truck stop parking lot, Wyll is sorely tempted to pay for his company. He’ll end up paying for it in more ways than one.)
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03 Dec 2024
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Astarion feels like a starving fox released into a pen of chickens.
His lean fingers pick at his cravat, easing out invisible wrinkles, his tongue tracing along his own fangs. His eyes dart over the street, his head full of new scents and sounds, pounding at the back of his skull. He can taste the pulses of the people that pass him by, can smell the blood that rushes through their veins, intoxicating in its temptation.
He feels like a ravenous animal, a stalking predator just barely blending in amongst a sea of prey. But whoever he finds, Cazador had instructed for them to still be breathing by the time Astarion brings them back. He can’t rip the throat from the first thing he sees, no matter how much he finds himself aching to. There’s an impossible emptiness inside of him now, a growing abyss, and he finds himself wanting.
(Or, Astarion and the prince who swept him off his feet long after he had given up on happy endings.)
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- Part 10 of “I feel safe with you.” (Astarion Fics)
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14 Nov 2024
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And so here they are now, standing in the cave with Bruce peering up at him like a frightened little child, and something is gnawing in the pit of Clark's stomach. An ugly realization that somehow he has turned into the source of Bruce's distress.
Bruce drops his gaze almost instantly. Not his stance though — his shoulders are still too high, his arms too rigid. It makes Clark want to soothe him. To lower his voice and murmur things you would to a crying child, maybe ruffle Bruce's hair and give him some backrubs also. But as much as he hopes for those pretty eyes to return to him, he doesn't want them to do so with anger and indignation clouding their blue. Clark just bites his mouth shut and watches as Bruce's jaw clenches even tighter when he presses in, trapping bony fingers within his hold and lifting the mask off.
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Or the cowl is broken, and Clark takes it upon himself to take care of Bruce as Bruce doesn't seem to know how.
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12 Nov 2024