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The first one is red.
Red as the dried blood on a festering injury, left too long without tending to it, infection nurturing in the carelessness. It’s red–black–red. Small. Soft. Pathetic thing that doesn’t even have the grace to grow thorns; smoothly going up his throat and out of his mouth. Withered before it even touches the ground.
Or: Alastor deals with Hanahaki. He has it under control, really.
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It's a test, Five knows
He knows he should turn around; he should ignore and continue to keep watch. His target is still inside the building and Five knows what happens, his brother doesn’t die in 2008 in the back of an alleyway. He dies in 2019, as the rest of the world, but–
It’s a test.
He fails.
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Grace notices that for the last few weeks, the children have been acting outside of the expected parameters.
They gravitate towards Ben; they alternate between sending alarmed and apologetic glances at Viktor, who’s behavior could be defined as angry more often than not; They look at Five in moments where they would have looked at Luther, before, looking for guidance; Allison doesn’t rumor her siblings anymore.
Or: Grace notices there’s something strange going on with her children. She investigates.
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El asunto con Akashi es---
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Amarlo es agotador, toma cada uno de sus pensamientos y lo deja temblando, en un espiral de autocrítica, preguntándose qué es lo que ha hecho mal.No está seguro de si el amor debe sentirse así.
Pero apostaría que no.
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The kiss is clumsy, playground-like in the way it’s awkward in a cute kind of manner, a press of lips that barely move and a play-pretend at the end of the world, surrounded by strawberries, in a sort of dream quality.
And Five whispers, just as soft: “Delores.”
The fucked up illusion shatters in a million of equally fucked up pieces, then.
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Sometimes, when he still worked at the commission, Five would sit down and watch people go about their days. He would watch and watch and watch, how they move, how they talk, how they emote, he would see and ask himself if he was once like them.
He watched people while working at the Commission, trying to learn how to be human again, now he watches his siblings.
Or: Five, summer 2019 and learning to live in the aftermath.
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Alastor looks in the mirror and blood-red eyes stare back at him. He blinks; they’re still there. Red pupils on red sclera on Alastor’s reflected face.
“What the fuck?” He sings-songs, in case it breaks the spell or the hallucination, but it does neither and he’s left staring at the mirror with the most deranged smile in his arsenal.
Or: A Serial Killer turned Radio Host turned Maybe-Demon experiences a constant break in reality. It may or may not be inside his head.
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It’s a ritual of sorts.
A few years after he arrived in hell, Rosie taught him a few ways to make Demonic flesh taste better and it’s not so different from other kinds of animals, really.
One of the ways and one he’s familiar with from his days as a hunter, is to make sure the game doesn’t stress before the kill so the muscles don't tense. A clean shot, if possible, a quick death after injury if not.
The other method is to provide the (un)willing victim some quality food and enrichment before its ultimate demise. Playing the long game before cutting into it to obtain its flesh, before carving to the bones and festing on those, too.
Rosie does love the long game.
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Alastor, as the hotelier of the most sought after establishment in Hell and an Overlord with a penchant for the finer things of life –or death, is a generally busy person, as everyone with some common sense would know. So, the rubber duck appearing on the kitchen counter when he’s cooking and calling out a: “STOP AVOIDING ME, FUCKER”, is totally uncalled for.
Especially when the little thing is painted in red and sprouting a pair of antlers from its head.
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- Part 2 of Ace of Spades, King of Hearts
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Entonces, él está aquí, en pocas palabras por el entretenimiento.
“Difícilmente soy un experto.” Alastor comenta, sonrisa en su lugar y mirando el techo con temática de estrellas. “Pero creo que lo estás haciendo mal.”
Lucifer se levanta de donde estaba poniendo moretones en su cuello. “¿Cómo lo estoy haciendo mal?”
Es decir, si resulta ser entretenido en algún momento.
Spoiler: sí lo es
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Alastor looks at the six flowers that act as the hellish equivalent of a rose, three red-crimson and three a bright magenta, black thorns sprouting from an equally black stem, a streak of neon blue along them, disrupting the palette. It fits, regardless.
“I thought you didn’t like flowers.” Charlie says, still looking at them in curiosity, but keeping her hands firmly in her lap.
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- Part 2 of A Red-Magenta Gradient
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He’s here, simply put, for entertainment value.
“I’m hardly an expert.” Alastor says, grin in place and staring at the star themed ceiling. “But I think you’re doing it wrong.”
Lucifer rises from where he was bruising his neck. “How am I doing it wrong?”
That is, if it manages to get entertaining at some point.
Spoiler: it does.
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- Part 1 of Ace of Spades, King of Hearts
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The first and only time Vox hypnotizes Alastor they’re eight years into this almost-something, into this dancing-around-it. So, eight years in he starts to have an almost-compulsive thought, something he wakes up to and goes back to sleep with.
The opportunity presents itself when Alastor pops in his department, a hurricane of energy and movement, giddy about some deal he made, about this other-overlord Vox stopped paying attention to, the moment Alastor reached out to trace a finger over his screen, demanding attention when he turned to look for the nice whiskey he knows Alastor likes.
So, Vox says:
“You want me.”
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“Oh, Voxy.” Valentino coos, kneeling beside him and tweaking one of his antennae between his claws. “Lovesickness suits you.”
“Thanks.” He says, drily and continues to make his best efforts to cough up his guts.
Insides half biological, half-mechanical; lungs entirely the latter at this point, he waited too long to remove the flowers manually, tweezers and scissors, and they resorted to come out in other ways. Other holes, ugh.
Or: Red flowers he refuses to learn the name of, bitchy business partners and a bit of daily Alastor’s stalk– vigilance. A day into Vox’s life.
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- Part 1 of A Red-Magenta Gradient
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Another Place and Time by TheNavigator
Fandoms: Star Trek: The Original Series, Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies)
24 Mar 2024
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“Alternative reality?” Bones grunts.
“More like parallel universes.” Jim says, holding the can of beer Bones offered him. "Don't you think about it? How would it be?"
“We already have our own problems, why should we go out looking for more?”
He smiles and raises his head to look at the ceiling. "Ah, Bones, you always so practical."
But Jim wonders.
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Delores kisses his check. “I missed you.”
Five smiles, taking her smooth hand between his calloused ones. “I never left.”
The conversation dies around them and she laughs, melodic sound surrounding him, echoing like it shouldn’t.
“You always do.”
Or: something goes wrong at a Hargreeves outing, as it usually does.
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“It 's fine. I can’t die”
Gwaine, who is still trying to remember how to breathe, closes his eyes against the building headache.
“Well, I can,” Merlin amends, “I just don’t stay dead. You, on the other hand, are very breakable and can definitely die. So, what’s the problem?”
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“Who–” he starts to say, high pinched, but his searching glances stop at the desperate pale green eyes and he knows.
The man stares at him without blinking, chest rising and falling quickly before he stops and takes carefully controlled breaths. Viktor stares back, eyes wide and holding his breath, not daring to believe, but doing anyway.
“Viktor,” he rasps, voice almost unrecognizable. But that’s his brother, that’s his brother.
Or: Five returns after two years and eight months missing, for his siblings anyway.
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“You’re driving me up the wall.” Lila says, pointing at Diego with the mustard. “If you want to live long enough to see your kid, we cannot keep living together.” She thinks about that for a second. “For now.”
“And you’re staying with Five?”
“He knows I’m not made of glass, now piss off.”
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For New Meetings and Old Scars. by TheNavigator
Fandoms: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Merlin (TV)
27 Jul 2022
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He shouldn’t be here.
He really shouldn’t be here, not on Midgard, of all possible realms and specially not here, but, well, they did left him behind in Vanaheim.
"What do you think you're doing here?" A hoarse voice asks and Loki definitely does not fall on his ass.
Or: The Beginning
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- Part 1 of Emrys and The Trickster