#brinn writes

Title: soldier on achilles

Fandom: the magicians

Pairing: gen, references to q/alice and q/eliot

Rating: T

Word Count: 2779

Summary:

“You know the one thing I’ve learned down here?” Penny says. “Beyond all the, y’know shedding mortal concerns and being yourself and shit? There’s no such thing as fate, Quentin. It’s all just making choices.” “Fate, hard-wired mental illness, what’s the difference,” Quentin says, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes again. “I can’t imagine I’ll be allowed to actually remember this conversation, so - I mean, I already killed myself once. Who’s to say I won’t still choose to be a fucking coward?” “Yeah, that’s the thing about you, Coldwater,” Penny says. “You’re an idiot, but you’re not actually a coward.”

Title: move me in so slowly I / could never be surprised

Fandom: BNHA

Pairing: aizawa/yamada

Rating: T

Word Count: 11132

Summary:

“Keep it,” Shouta says, waving him off. “Just bring me the mug back by the end of the day."

Hizashi could kiss him. Already, he’s feeling more awake, just after a few sips. And sure, he had already wanted to kiss Shouta, had wanted to ever since Shouta had thoroughly kicked his ass at their first year sports festival. He’d fallen very swiftly and very inadvisably in love, which he’d channeled into an aggressive pursuit of friendship and vowed never to speak of.

That doesn’t mean he can’t still be grateful, though. He doesn’t have time to dwell on it, not with Aoki probably already waiting, so he settles for throwing, “You’re the best, Shou, thanks!” over his shoulder on his way out the door.

Title: burning with the wrong heart in my chest

Fandom: BNHA

Pairing: sort of implied tddk but also it's gen

Rating: G

Word Count: 7757

Summary: Shoto tunes them all our and frowns down at his desk. Why does he want to be a hero? He supposes it’s a valid thought experiment for most of the class, but it’s never been a question for Shoto. It’s the entire reason for his existence. It’s not a question of why; it’s a certainty of the universe. The sky is blue, quirks exist, and Todoroki Shoto is going to be the number one hero. He’s perfectly aware of the danger, but that’s what training is for, and anyway, nothing he’s faced so far has been worse that his father at his most punitive. Hosu had been a difficult fight, but he’d been conscious at the end of it, which is more than he can say for some of Endeavor’s more intense training sessions.

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Title: and the headstones climbed up the hill

Fandom: BNHA

Pairing: Gen, implied Aizawa/Yamada, lightly implied TDDK

Rating: G

Word Count: 6664

Summary: He shuffles Midoriya out into the relative quiet of the hall. He can still hear Hizashi shouting through the heavy door, but it’s just the cadence rather than the words. “You’re sick. You should be in bed.”

“I’m not!” Midoriya protests, because he is the single most stubborn child Aizawa has ever met.

Aizawa levels a stony stare at him. “Eri could kick your ass right now, kid.” Midoriya isn’t cowed, so Aizawa defers to a time-honored tactic: a threat. “If you cannot exercise even that basic amount of judgment, I don’t have high hopes for your future as a hero. Come to class sick again, and I’ll expel you.”

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Title: the sweetest devotion, hitting me like an explosion

Fandom: Black Sails

Pairing: Silver/Flint

Rating: E

Chapter Summary:

He’s no good at words, not out loud anyway - it’s much easier to bake his feelings, give them away one little pastry box at a time. And what’s so terrible about that? It’s not pity to care for someone, to want to keep them safe and fed and happy. It’s not pity to love someone.

Flint freezes mid-pour. He sets the decanter down on the table with a thud, and it clinks against the half full glass. A realization wends its way through Flint's mind, whiskey-soaked and meandering drunkenly. When it finally reaches its destination, it crashes into Flint with all the grace and coordination of a regular at last call.

He’s in love with Silver.

Fuck.

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Title: the sweetest devotion, hitting me like an explosion

Fandom: Black Sails

Pairing: Silver/Flint

Rating: E (please note rating change!!)

Chapter Summary:

Silver is beautiful in the dim light, and for a long, indulgent moment, Flint just looks at him. He’s unguarded like this, no mask or performance to hide behind. He’s wearing the same ragged jeans and his one red cowboy boot, its pair and his prosthetic tucked beside his guitar case in the passenger side footwell.

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Title: the sweetest devotion, hitting me like an explosion

Fandom: Black Sails

Pairing: Silver/Flint

Rating: G (for now, will eventually be E)

Chapter Word Count: 3796

Summary: Across the street from his shop, perched on the low half wall in front of a nondescript high rise of offices, there is a man playing acoustic guitar. Well, playing is a word for it anyway; it sounds as if the man has just picked up the instrument for the first time today. It’s all clumsy chord changes and out of tune twanging, but that on its own would probably be at least tolerable. Flint’s street is usually quiet, but he’s no stranger to buskers; the more populated streets are full of them when the weather is nice.