Apr 17, 2024
it would not leave my head. [original post]
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it would not leave my head. [original post]
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happy valentine's day!
i hope you like rarepairs :)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
in thee i am well pleased
“What is Fyodor planning?” he pants into Nikolai’s mouth. It grins, sharp and wicked. “I told you. A rebirth. No one else will do it for him, and he won’t let me touch him during something so holy, so…” It traces a hand along Nathaniel’s jaw. “He’ll look so pretty drowning for you, don’t you think?” And then Nikolai is gone, leaving Nathaniel with no answers and more questions than he started with.
or: nathaniel, fyodor, nikolai, and a secret baptism at midnight
💧 4.4k words || fyonikonathan, high school au ☦️ for @bsd-rarepair-week-2024 day 1: first [blank]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
light turned red, and i ran it
As soon as the door shuts, Margaret spins around to face the others. “Nathaniel has a girlfriend.”
Everyone freezes—John would’ve tripped over his own feet if Lovecraft wasn’t there to steady him.
“Nathaniel?” Lucy snorts, leaning back in her chair. “No way he can get a girlfriend. Have you met him?”
“I know it sounds crazy, but I’m absolutely sure of it. Have you ever seen him leave work early? He was in a rush, too.”
[or, margaret thinks nathaniel ha a secret girlfriend, so the guild makes a bet]
🚦5,680 words | nathaniel-centric, guild-centric🚦
🚦a gift for @justadino-ig for the bsd holiday exchange <3
54 + fyonikonathan for the spotify wrapped ask game <333
ok so 54 is the circle which i've already gotten BUT. grabs 55
fyonikonathan + my time by bo en
Hands of time will wring my neck Every little moment spells regret But I don't have to feel this way As a voice inside my head - Nikolai sits atop a church with a rotting arm in its lap, feeling like whatever wings it ever began to sprout are decaying off its back. Fyodor did not care about it. Nathaniel could never get the words out if he ever did. It wants to not care in return, it wants to lay in a tub of holy water and let itself burn, feel the scorch and bite that sinners are so graciously allowed because at least then it would be a reprieve from everything else gnawing away at its very being. But they would never let such a thing like itself in. And it's not here for that anyway. It stands up and stares down at the arm, and its stomach turns over and over, and churns, and tries to consume itself rather then think about what Nikolai might be considering right now. Ultimately, it doesn't. It tosses the arm down into the graveyard, uncaring of what happens to it next (because it's not Fyodor's, it's not, it's not, Fyodor didn't care and xe never could, xe saw it like a pawn-) And then it steps off the church roof, cloak outstretched grimly.
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why's it always the three person rarepairs
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
🌱 alive & free (look at me!) 🌱
The man is wrapped in a blanket that was likely white at one point but is now smeared with dirt and grass stains. His hair, too, is dirty. Like he’s been sleeping on the ground for more than just one night. Kenji tiptoes over to him. He rolls his shoulder, then kneels down beside the man and pokes him. “Um, sir, are you okay?” The man doesn’t respond. Kenji pokes him harder, putting a little extra strength into it with the help of his ability. The man rolls from his side over onto his stomach, groaning. Kenji breathes out a sigh of relief. That means he’s not dead, at least. “Are you—” he whistles. “Are you hurt?” “Twelve seconds,” the man responds, still facedown in the dirt. “Then, I’m going kill you.”
after the decay of angels incident, kenji makes a new friend and nikolai starts to heal
🌱 22.4k words || kenji & nikolai || post-doa arc 🌱 written for corey @that-was-anticlimactic <3
dancin 🎶