doesitreallymatter
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
In an unfortunate encounter with an occult object, Crowley accidentally splits himself into his angel and his demon halves.
Aziraphale has to help put him back together.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 12,218
- Chapters:
- 5/5
- Collections:
- 2
- Comments:
- 608
- Kudos:
- 6,719
- Bookmarks:
- 1,227
- Hits:
- 64,685
Bookmarked by doesitreallymatter
20 Apr 2024
-
Tags
Summary
“I can choose a husband?” High King Eliot asked again, blinking in shock. “A husband?"
“If you’d like,” Dint said through his teeth. “And a wife, of course."
“What if I—” the High King’s eyes darted between Ted and Dint, fast as a bunny sniffed. “What if I only want a husband?”
Quentin couldn’t feel his legs.
—When newly arrived High King Eliot Waugh meets Fillorian Quentin of Coldwater Cove, he makes a decision with lasting consequences not only for the two of them, but for the entire kingdom.
(Or: A Love Letter to Fillory)
**Complete**
-
Tags
Summary
It starts with the way Atsumu wraps his lips around his water bottle during practice and timeouts, he will keep them locked in place until he is forced away by drills or the match.
It's the way he is constantly chewing on either his jacket zipper or the strings of his hoodie whenever they are waiting for the team bus to arrive, or whenever they are at press events, only releasing them from his teeth when they are ushered onto the vehicle or when he has to speak to an interviewer.
So, his boyfriend has an oral fixation.
-
Tags
Summary
Atsumu locks his apartment door behind him and exhales a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding.
/Stop being weird/, he tells himself. But when he closes his eyes and tries to regulate his breathing, he is immediately presented with the image of Kiyoomi’s doe eyes, black as onyx, widened with intent, cheeks flushed–
/Fuck./
-
the foxhole hotshots by stormwarnings for buriedinbaltimore
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
09 Mar 2021
Tags
Summary
Neil had gotten used to quick turnarounds, what with the suddenness that inmate firefighting often had. He’d learned to go where he was directed, when he was directed. But this was a different kind of toughness, the looks on the rest of the crew’s faces as they loaded up their gear. It wasn’t grim, or determined; they knew what they were heading for, and they were ready for it.
They were excited for it.
He wondered, briefly, why he was here. This was everything he’d sworn never to do. He didn’t love fire, not like these people did, and he didn’t love the land, not like they did. But he glanced around and saw them all talking and laughing, and him on the outside, and he thought, that. They were all pretty asshole-ish people. But for some reason all of them, even Andrew-Minyard-his-maybe-psycho-roommate, wanted to be here. Wanted to do this together. Wanted to be part of this family.
Neil wanted that with a bone-deep ache, so much it hurt.