tb5-heavenward

The way Connor shivers suddenly and then sighs with his whole body seems very human, by contrast, and Hank immediately reaches up to drag a throw blanket down from the back of the couch, tucking it snugly around the parts of his son that can still feel cold. Without quite meaning to, by merit of some deep, paternal reflex, his hand brushes the fringe of Connor's dark hair off his forehead, and then his palm comes to rest tentatively atop his head, and lingers there. Touching his son feels strange and foreign and forbidden, when once upon a time it would've been something he didn't give a moment's thought. Beneath the weight of Hank's hand where it rests on his forehead, Connor feels…fragile, somehow. Not like something fine and delicate, but like something only tenuously held together, a structure losing its fundamental integrity. A car with the frame slowly rusting apart beneath the body, or a house that's grown dilapidated and been condemned, either to collapse by itself beneath its own failing weight, or to be knocked down to make way for something better. Whatever the metaphor, he's very clearly falling apart. Just as Hank begins to allow himself to believe that he can sit here, offering what little comfort he can at one, single, very careful point of contact, to the son he's lost hold of over the past three years—Connor jerks sharply and suddenly beneath his touch, and Hank yanks his hand away like he's been burned. His son struggles for a ragged breath that turns into a choking, laboured cough, and then into a retching fit of dry heaving, pushing himself upright and then immediately keeling dizzily forward. Hank's hands move of their own accord to catch his shoulders and stop him from pitching himself off the couch, and then to hold him still and steady until the fit eventually passes. Somehow he winds up with Connor slumped bodily against his chest, sat up on the couch, sobbing brokenly into his shoulder. And suddenly the act of touching Connor, holding him almost halfway in his lap—for as awful as it is to see his son hurting like this, there's a rightness to putting his arms around the man who really isn't that different from the boy in his memory.

About your fanfic… Can I just say that when I read this one paragraph:

All I can imagine in my mind is Virgil looking like this:

The way Connor shivers suddenly and then sighs with his whole body seems very human, by contrast, and Hank immediately reaches up to drag a throw blanket down from the back of the couch, tucking it snugly around the parts of his son that can still feel cold. Without quite meaning to, by merit of some deep, paternal reflex, his hand brushes the fringe of Connor's dark hair off his forehead, and then his palm comes to rest tentatively atop his head, and lingers there. Touching his son feels strange and foreign and forbidden, when once upon a time it would've been something he didn't give a moment's thought. Beneath the weight of Hank's hand where it rests on his forehead, Connor feels…fragile, somehow. Not like something fine and delicate, but like something only tenuously held together, a structure losing its fundamental integrity. A car with the frame slowly rusting apart beneath the body, or a house that's grown dilapidated and been condemned, either to collapse by itself beneath its own failing weight, or to be knocked down to make way for something better. Whatever the metaphor, he's very clearly falling apart. Just as Hank begins to allow himself to believe that he can sit here, offering what little comfort he can at one, single, very careful point of contact, to the son he's lost hold of over the past three years—Connor jerks sharply and suddenly beneath his touch, and Hank yanks his hand away like he's been burned. His son struggles for a ragged breath that turns into a choking, laboured cough, and then into a retching fit of dry heaving, pushing himself upright and then immediately keeling dizzily forward. Hank's hands move of their own accord to catch his shoulders and stop him from pitching himself off the couch, and then to hold him still and steady until the fit eventually passes. Somehow he winds up with Connor slumped bodily against his chest, sat up on the couch, sobbing brokenly into his shoulder. And suddenly the act of touching Connor, holding him almost halfway in his lap—for as awful as it is to see his son hurting like this, there's a rightness to putting his arms around the man who really isn't that different from the boy in his memory.

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The Harvard AU

Being a new masterpost for the collected works surrounding The Harvard Hypocrite. The art above is from the inimitable @neontsuba​ and is a fairly obvious reference.

A Known Deviant / Unknown and Lost - @intelligentgravity

Prequel, the two stories that started the series. Mainly concerning Gordon, came about as an offshoot of Heavenward. Here is a post explaining how these two fics happened in the first place and how Harvard as an AU followed on from them.

The Harvard Hypocrite - @tb5-heavenward and @space-baegel

Being a story about family and addiction and the reasons you hate your siblings sometimes. A very intense little piece that takes place over a weekend, and sets up the rest of this series. 30k, written round robin between me and baegel.

Close Quarters - @tb5-heavenward​

Incredibly, an even MORE intense piece covering about a twenty-four hour period in the aftermath of The Harvard Hypocrite. 75k, all Virgil’s POV. Some of my favourite pieces of art and flavour.

Good Fathers - @tb5-heavenward​

A short piece from Jeff’s perspective, concerning how it feels to be the father of an addict, and how to go forward. 14k.

Shared Spaces - @thelastswallow​

One of the best gifts I’ve ever been given and one of my all time favourite fics. Swallow is easily one of the best writers I know and she brings such depth and pathos to the addition of Scott into this story. 26k.

Texting Free on Evenings & Weekends - @tb5-heavenward and @thelastswallow with some serious help from @theoldaeroplane​

Hard to explain, better to experience, but only once you’ve read Shared Space, which this MULTI-MEDIA EXPERIENCE takes place during the course of.

Shifting the Sun - Easionia During

Heavenward header art credited to artsekey

john_tracys_eyes_are_not_green

art credited to @artsekey

con·tact lens noun

1. one of a pair of small plastic disks that are held in place over the cornea by surface tension and correct vision defects inconspicuously.

via AO3 // ff.net

the_iterated_prisoners_dilemma

art credited to @artsekey

pris·on·er’s di·lem·ma

noun

1. (in game theory) a situation in which two players each have two options whose outcome depends crucially on the simultaneous choice made by the other, often formulated in terms of two prisoners separately deciding whether to confess to a crime.

via AO3 // ff.net

art credited to @little-smartass

with_all_hands_raised_against_me

show of hands

idiom

1. the raising of hands among a group of people to indicate a vote for or against something, with numbers typically being estimated rather than counted.

via AO3 // ff.net

art credited to @mindofmachine

geocentricity_vs_celestial_navigation

ge·o·cen·tric

adjective

1. having or representing the earth as the center, as in former astronomical systems. ASTRONOMY 2. measured from or considered in relation to the center of the earth.

via AO3 // ff.net

art credited to @theoldaeroplane

optimal_pathfinding_algorithms

path·find·ing

noun

1. (or pathing) is the plotting, by a computer application, of the shortest route between two points.

via AO3 // ff.net

art credited to @con-affetto-kiko, commissionable here! <3

vault_of_heaven

vault of hea·ven 

noun

1. apparent surface of the imaginary sphere on which celestial bodies appear to be projected.

via AO3 // ff.net

the_horizons_child

hor·i·zon

noun

1. the line at which the earth’s surface and the sky appear to meet.

2. the limit or range of perception, knowledge, or the like.

via AO3 // ff.net

a_moment_of_dawn

dawn

noun

1. the first appearance of light in the sky before sunrise

verb

1. (of a day) begin

2. become evident to the mind; be perceived or understood.

Lovely Things From Lovely People

Words

Sunset from the dear and lovely @space-baegel

Fools Rush  from the absolutely inimitable @thelastswallow

Pictures

Unambiguous Christ Imagery via @ersatzperyton

So You’ve Always Wanted to Go to the Moon via @jammyscribbler

Hacker-Chic / What Nerds Think They Look Like via @inkymelon

Earnest Tech Professional Acquires Employment via piebutt

Happy Anniversary and I’m Sorry For Everything via @noisyghost

Heavenward Graphic from @writerdarkflamespyre

Essential Mobile/Sidebar Icon via @mindofmachine

John and John and John and also some more John - Character sheet commission via @con-affetto-kiko

Look at your life, look at your choices, you took a pacemaker from a supervillain via @mauvaise-reputation

It’s Not Your Fault   via @aaliyamj and gifted by @space-baegel <3 <3 <3

Happy birthday to ME via @lenle-g <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Cut Out Your Damn Heart, John Tracy via a WONDERFUL GIFT FROM @neontsuba <3

Heavenward!Headshots via @sephiramy​

I Was In White, And Falling via @zu-art​

The Long Fall to Earth via @redemsi

Songs

purest light via @theoldaeroplane

Assorted Miscellany

Heavenward Meta

Aesthetic Tag

Non Aesthetic Tag

A E S T H E T I C

A E S T H E T I C  2 : A E S T H E T I C   H A R D E R

The Most Miscellaneous Miscellany

T H E  N O N S E N S E

Heavenward is, without exaggeration, one of the most thoughtful pieces of writing you have ever encountered in your lifetime.   And aside from being a truly—listen, there are not adequate words for it, but truly—excellent story in its own right, it is also responsible for sparking so much imagination into a little group of obscenely (and really, disproportionately) talented writers who spent the bulk of their hours in the depths of a discord server, exploring a world that was meticulously and brilliantly expanded by Prelude and the work she did on this particular piece.  She also does so much more, but Heavenward especially was a gift to this fandom in more ways than one.

y’all ;_;

Hello! I am @preludeinz​ and I write a whole lot of TAG Fanfiction. Here are my major works and where best to find and read them, as well as a collection of everything else and why you should read it! This masterpost doesn’t collect EVERYTHING I’ve written in the fandom (whatever’s fit to be read is all up at my Ao3) but it does collect the pieces I consider the best.

For simplicity’s sake, or if you’re in a tearing hurry, here are quick links to assorted archives of my work:

Archive of Our Own // fanfiction.net // tumblr writing tag