Why does posting a story take so long? Is it not enough that I WROTE it?! I have to title, tag, and add authors notes to it too? Wait a description too???
L has a lot on his mind with the capture of pop star Misa Amane… but the little Bean has other plans for L’s time. As he dives further into the Kira case, the world’s greatest detective must continue balancing his work life with the ups and downs of fatherhood.
As the Kira Case spirals into more and more complexity, L is encouraged to take a break and enjoy an outing with his son. But reflecting on some new information causes L to become distracted…
Yesterday was the 2 year anniversary of the Comment Exchange! Can you believe it? Because I certainly can’t.
I’m sorry I didn’t make a post about it yesterday, I was too busy.
Thank you to everyone who participated, helped out, commented, submitted and spread the word over the last two years. Without you, I probably would have given up a couple of months in.
A few Statistics:
According to the number on the submissions, we are up to 255 works, but since a few of those submissions have been removed for one reason or the other, the bookmark count on the CommentExchange AO3 account is probably more correct with 247 works
The fandom with the most works is Tales of Arcadia as of now
The ship with the most works is James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers
236 of the works submitted are fanfictions
The most popular tag across all of the works on our masterlist is Fluff with 44 works that use it on AO3
Comment Exchange currently has 412 followers and has made 914 posts, including this one
To celebrate 2 years I’m dropping the comment-first-rule for the rest of May. Of course I would still appreciate it if you comment on one of the works on our masterlist anyways, especially on works in the no-comments-yet-tag.
With one swift motion, you released the ladder on the fire escape and climbed down, with Horvath following close behind.
You already lost the Prime Merlinean once, you weren’t about to do again.
“Don’t look now,” Balthazar warned Dave. “but Horvath is behind us.” “What do we do?” Dave whispered, sneaking a peak over his shoulder. It was Horvath alright and he didn’t exactly looked pleased to see them. In fact, he looked downright furious. They still had yet to notice you however. To them you looked nothing more than an innocent bystander.
Balthazar, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention answered, “Run.” With that he and Dave took off down the street as fast as their legs and any passing pedestrian would allow. “They’re getting away!” Horvath shouted, breaking into a run after them.
“I got this.” You said, shooting a gust of air in their direction nearly knocking them off their feet. Unlike them, you didn’t care if anyone saw you. That was something you would deal with after you stole the prime Merlinean’s power. When that wasn’t enough to deter them, you twirled your hands conjuring a ball of purple lightning. As it sparked in your hands, Horvath watched you amazed by how powerful your magic had become.
“Lookout!” Dave shouted shoving Balthazar behind a brick wall as a bolt of lightning erupted from your hands and shot in their direction. Instead, hitting a Subway sign shattering it to pieces. “Damn it!” You growled.
Balthazar still unaware that it was you doing magic and not Horvath, summoned a fog hoping to spare any pedestrians of any magic to come. You stood there for a long moment unable to do anything.
Suddenly, you saw a blue ball of light appear through the fog and hit Horvath, who without any magic to block it, was thrown backwards and into a nearby newsstand. “Maxim!” You gasped, running towards him.
He lay there half dazed upon a stack of magazines. “Are you alright?” You asked, kneeling next to him. “Go!” He shouted, ignoring your question.
“What?” You asked, confused as you helped him to his feet.
“Go after them. They’re getting away.” From underneath a tuft of black hair, you saw red as a trickle of blood ran down his temple.
“You’re hurt.” You pointed out, touching the side of his face. His heart skipped a beat at the feeling of your hand against his skin. How soft it was, he thought. No, now wasn’t the time to think about that. He sharply pulled away and shook his head.
“Just go! I’ll be fine.” He told you, giving you a slight push.
“No, I’m staying with you.” You insisted, grabbing his arm. “Y/N—“ He began, but was interrupted by a sudden loud voice.
“Hey! Look what ya did! You bettah pay for dis!” The man who owned the newsstand shouted, pointing his finger at you and Horvath looking angry. He went to argue with you, but you were not in a mood to deal with such nonsense. “Silence!” You hissed, making a zipping motion over your mouth. The man opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He tried once more, but still nothing. He lost his voice. He looked at you horrified before slinking away.
The fog finally cleared and when you looked over your shoulder you saw that Balthazar and the Prime Merlinean were gone once more. You felt a twinge of disappointment, but you were if anything patient.
Horvath felt guilty. If it wasn’t for him, you might have caught up with Balthazar and Dave. He was powerless and nothing more than a hinderance.
“Why didn’t you go after him?” He asked, annoyed that you had chosen to stay with him instead.
“I wasn’t just going to leave you there.” You answered.
“You should’ve…I would have.” He said in a low voice, in a tone you’ve never heard him use before, one of complete hopelessness. You opened your mouth to say something, to tell him how you felt, but you couldn’t find the right words. Staying quiet was easier and for the rest of the walk home, you said nothing to one another. When you finally reached your apartment, you helped him over to the couch. “Stay still.” You told him, brushing his hair aside to reveal the cut underneath. It was pretty deep you noticed.
“It seems like you’re always taking care of me.” He remarked as you waved your hand over the cut, slowly healing it with a spell. It stung a little as all cuts do, but he barely paid it much mind. All he could think of was how much you had grown along with your powers, and how he had missed it all. “I’m sorry.” He suddenly spoke.
“What for?” You asked, confused.
“You know what for. I meant to come back. It wasn’t my fault.” He said, placing his hand on top of yours, stopping you for a moment. “When I left I ran into Balthazar. We fought and he trapped me in the Grimhold.”
The Grimhold?! “Oh Maxim…” You gasped, your eyes welling up with tears thinking of him being trapped in such a horrible place, an inescapable prison of sorts. No wonder you couldn’t find him.
“For how long?” You asked.
“Its complicated.” Horvath answered, not wanting to go into how he was also trapped in a vase with Balthazar for 10 years only to be released a couple weeks ago. “But not very long.” He explained.
Unable to stop yourself, you threw your arms around him and hugged him. What a fool you were being mad at him all this time. He sat there surprised at the sudden contact for a moment before wrapping his arms around you, holding you tightly. His hug was warm and soft, almost like hugging a large teddy bear. You could have stayed that way forever.
“Y/N?” He whispered in your, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Yes?” You said, pulling away to look at him. His hair was disheveled, but the cut was healed, and the blood gone as though it had never been there at all.
“I have something for you.” Horvath said, reaching into his pocket. His eyes widened in horror at the realization that his pocket was empty.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, noticing the odd expression on his face.
“It’s gone!” He exclaimed.
“What is?”
“My present. It must have fallen out of my pocket.” He replied. Damn that Balthazar! He thought. Was he determined to take everything away from him?
“It’s ok, Maxim.” You assured him, placing your hand on his.
“No, no. It was important.” He stammered.
“What was it?” You asked, wondering what was so important to be this distressed over.
“It was supposed to be a surprise. I took the crystal out of my cane and put it in a ring for you.” He explained. Oh no…
“Maybe it’s still out there. Let’s go.” You said determinedly, getting up from the couch, pulling Horvath along with you. Why he would do such a thing, you weren’t sure, but you were going to get it back no matter what. No sorcerer should be without their crystal. A sorcerer’s crystal was almost like a part of their soul and his was lost.
Day 30: Friend Kamoda isn’t going to see Light again. Dramaverse. Kamoda-centric, hints of Light/Kamoda. @deathnotetober
The last time Kamoda saw Yagami Light, he told himself he’d be happy if he never saw him again. After all, when you spend years of a friendship gushing over a particular idol, the idea of your friend going and dating that idol anyways—isn’t that a betrayal? Isn’t it a crime, that Light would take away hisMisa-Misa?
(Because it’s not like Amane Misa is a person. It’s not like Amane Misa is anything more than a pretty, brightly-clad thing for him to want for himself. Maybe it isn’t even about Amane Misa, at the heart of the matter, and isn’t that the greatest irony of all?)
He couldn’t remember what he’d screamed at Light, that last time he’d seen him; he just remembered that he’d been crushingly, overwhelmingly angry. He had been angry for days after that, and even after that anger had faded, he refused to really give it up. He felt obligated to drag it out. Their friends had reprimanded him, told him he was being silly, told him to apologize, but that only made it worse, and he ignored the embarrassment needling at the back of his mind. Regretwas out of the picture. If anyone deserved an apology, it was him. No matter what, he would notreach out first.
As if.
Yagami Light is dead now, anyways, so there’s no point worrying about that anymore. That’s what he tries to tell himself—there’s no point worrying about it. But what he’s feeling isn’t worry, not really.
The entire argument—tantrum, really, he concedes—seems so silly now, because no matter how many Ichigo Berry songs he puts on, how many recordings he watches, how many pieces of merchandise he orders, he doesn’t feel anything. He can’t enjoy it anymore. He looks at Misa-Misa’s face, lighting up his room from his computer monitor, and he still feels miserable. It’s like biting into a piece of cake and finding your mouth full of dust.
He remembers screaming at him, something silly, something—something he can’t even remember. Nothing. He wishes he could go back and say something. He wishes he could have told Light, back when it mattered, something, anything: “I really appreciate you” or “I’ve never had a friend quite like you” or “Your smile makes going to class worth it” or “Please don’t go anywhere, please take care of yourself, because you are loved, you are loved by me, I love you, in some way or another.” He wishes he remembered what he had said.
But he can’t remember. It’s gone. The words are gone. Yagami Light is gone.
Yagami Light is dead, and when Kamoda first visits his grave, he doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t say anything. He stands there, with wet eyes and a mouth full of dust, and he aches in the silence.
“You think humans are like that to other humans? Leaving marks?” L asked.
“Of course. But not in the same way. It’s just…why am I explaining this to you? We’re not stone stacks, idiot.”
In which L and Light playing their usual game in the abandoned building Light seemed to be very familiar with.
My second (and last) entry for deathnotetober. I lost a bit of my interest on this bc that’s what you get when you procrastinate for weeks. Anyway! Though there’s not really college, they’re friends who know they’re in love with each other but just being a complete piece of shits abt it. Enjoy <3
Also happy birthday L! Here’s my birthday present, I make you fucking happy.
A eulogy for the living and the dead; the living dead.
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The wheels on the car spin at a tantalizingly eerie pace, they scape over the pavement and propel them towards their final destination.
He’s terrified. He’s so very, very terrified.
He can feel his soul scrambling around this cursed physical form as if it is a prison. It’s crying and screaming, pounding its fists against the metal bars of the cage to be let out towards freedom.
But that’s not going to happen. Oh no, that was never destined to happen.
He’s going to kill him, and the reason is unknown. How could a father murder his own flesh and blood? It’s like a Greek tragedy for shit’s sake, overdrawn and overblown, overdramatic for the sake of selling seats in a theater. It’s a tale of biblical proportions.
The only question is, where is the ram?
The skies are grey and dreary, bleak and weary, and soon his tired soul will be climbing up those looming clouds.
He thinks he sees a flash of darkness and he forcibly wipes the image from his mind. It’s his vertigo.
He’s innocent, he knows this. How could he murder in secret, even from himself? It’s not possible, not feasible, not tangible nor believable. How could anyone buy into a plot filled with holes?
Holes burnt into his own mind…. normally, he’d believe they mean something. Deep in the recesses of his mind, he uncomfortably faces the realization that there are some things he can’t quite remember. Some things that he suspects he purposefully forgot and could not retrieve even if his life depended on it.
Which, it does.
And he’s going to die now, the steady dread is filling him to the brim and paralyzing each of his nerves, which are so tightly bound together he couldn’t escape even if he was free from these chains.
What will death feel like? What will it taste like? Will it be soft and bitter, painful and abrasive, will he go tenderly into the quiet night or feel his chest be ripped apart fiber by fiber? He can’t fathom death, but he can scarcely breathe, and his vision is become quite hazy with images he knows aren’t really there, so he knows he’s holding death’s hand tentatively.
Light feels so young. He’s not supposed to die this way.
But, in what way is appropriate to die? Isn’t death a bit unfair to everyone, really? Perhaps it’s fair in that it doesn’t discriminate. But this all does feel like a very cruel joke with no punchline, only literal fists in his gut and laughs from sadists are what he can fathom.
His breath catches in his throat, his heart plummets to his feet. He can’t breathe, for a moment, and that’s when he sees the image of God reflected in the rearview mirror.
Or is that just a raven, flying alongside his window, waiting for its allotted time to caw his death sentence?
Light sweats, pants, groans.
Everything’s moving faster.
He’s too smart not to realize that this is a trap.
But, trap or not, cleverly placed and thought out, drawn up in pretty lines or flashy pictures, it matters not. He will die, he knows this as certainly as he knows of his innocence. This thing, shadow, vision, secret, whatever’s lurking behind his soul, it will finish him off for good.
But why does he feel like he might let it, if it offered up a good enough deal?
Is this what it feels like to sell your soul, only to writhe about in the ruins beneath? He’s always been so smart, so very wise beyond his slender years, but now he feels like nothing more than a desperate fool.
What has he done wrong?
What has he done right?
Light hasn’t been a good man, one who was completely righteous and virtuous, and he regrets that now. He wishes he had more time to be good, and he also knows that if he was given such time, he’d probably still waste it on his own fancies. It’s a funny thing, the human mind and morality. So scared of death and so willing to bargain with anything and everything, but so stubborn in actually saving anything worthwhile.
And though his father holds the gun, Light pities the horror in his eyes. That horror must be real, his father isn’t that good of an actor-or is he?
Does his father see death in his own eyes? Or is that something he’s created, projecting onto Light the image he’s always wanted to see, even now?
He can’t believe he’ll die without his father ever really, truly seeing him.
He swallows, loudly, he struggles not to scream as the cold barrel of the gun is imprinted onto his sweaty skin. It chills him right down to his bone marrow. It’s real. This is happened. The panic is tangible and thick and wraps around his neck, wringing his vocal cords and silencing screams of horror. Words and images, the likes he has never seen, run rampant through his quickly crumbling mind. He wants to do something, anything, but-
Bang!
He’s too afraid to open his eyes. Is life really worth living after death?
There I stood, weighing my options outside my bathroom. My roommate, Matt, was in there brushing his teeth while I was out here, twiddling my thumbs considering confessing my feelings for him. On one hand, I could keep living my life like this. Me and him just existing here. Me, daydreaming about him and wishing to make him mine. And Matt, sitting around on his video games with whatever he thinks about going on in his head, utterly oblivious to my pining.
And if I told him, what would happen? Would he reciprocate my feelings? Would he stop being friends with me? Would he just say ‘cool’ and go back to his computer? I never know with him. He was just so quiet and mysterious.
“Hey, Mello.”
I snapped out of my trance and looked ahead of me.
“What are you doing?”
Matt was there, done with his teeth brushing.
“I spaced out waiting for you to get done.”
“Cool, what were you thinking of?” Matt curiously tilted his head, damn it, he was cute.
“Stuff.”
“What kind of stuff?” Matt asked, leaning closer to my face.
“Just stuff!” I threw my hands up and walked over to my bed to flop down, “It’s a secret stuff.”
“Ohhh,” Matt flopped down next to me, “Can I hear?”
“I’m debating telling you.”
“Ohhh, tell me, tell me, tell me! Come on, Mello, I gotta know!” Matt bounced up and down.
“Mmmmm.” I looked away from him.
“Pleassse! I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”
“Now you’re getting annoying.”
Matt gasped, “Mello, how could you! I’m your best friend no matter what! And you can’t trust me with secret stuff!” Matt fell down on the ground with one hand over, “Oh, you wound me!”
I blushed a little; Matt was so dramatic sometimes. Only ever around me, though, which made him even cuter.
“Then perish.”
Matt stood up, then laid next to me in bed, “Then you shall sleep with a corpse.”
Good thing he had his eyes closed because my face was redder than his damn hair.
“Matt, you’re not sleeping here.”
No response.
“Matt! Answer me!”
“ I have become a corpse. I can not answer. I am dead.”
I snorted, “Ok, BB. Goodnight, then.” I threw a blanket over him and went to go sleep in his bed.
A few minutes afterward, Matt turned to face me, “Honey,” he addressed me, “Why have you left bed?”
“Don’t call me that,” I mumbled.
“Oh, why not?” H asked, sitting up.
“Because!” I snapped, also sitting up.
Matt dropped his happy-go-lucky tone to speak, “Mello, what’s up with you?”
“It’s just- I-” I couldn’t tell him. I was too much of a coward.
Matt looked down at the ground, “Are we not friends anymore? Did I do something wrong?”
“No! It’s- I uh-”
“You don’t like me anymore. That’s what it is, right? Because I’m stupid and annoying.” His voice cracked; I could tell he was on the verge of tears.
“No! Of course not!” I had a thought this could happen. He’s always had abandonment and anxiety issues, “I’m acting weird- because I love you! Obviously!”
Oops. Guess that just slipped out. Well, no taking it back now.
“R-really?” Matt beamed.
“Y-yeah. Why else would I be so nervous around you.”
“Aww!” Matt jumped up and ran to hug me, “I love you too!” Matt said as he nuzzled my cheek.
“To be clear, we both mean love in a romantic way, right?” I asked as I sat him next to my side.
“Well, I AM.” Matt grinned as he leaned against me.
“Thank goddd. I was so worried you wouldn’t like me.” I fell backward on Matt’s pillow, relived.
Matt put his head on the pillow next to mine, “So. Do we date now or something?”
“I mean… I guess? What do you want to do as boyfriends?” I asked.
“Well, we’re here. And it’s late. We could sleep in the same bed, I guess.” Matt suggested.
I took a deep breath and leaned my head on his shoulder, “Sure.”
“C-cool.” Matt stuttered.
I stretched out and put my head down. Matt followed suit, and for a while, we just stared at each other before Matt put his arms around me and held me. It was nice. Laying there. Not a care in the world. Just the two of us, together.
Thor and Loki follow closely behind Legolas and Tauriel as they make their way into Laketown. Thor and Loki had seen places like this before during their old warrior days. It didn’t make seeing it any easier though. People suffering always made Thor’s stomach sour. If he could help them, he would, but his priority was his sister.
“Where do we go now?” Loki asks as he pulls his cloak over his head to hide himself from the people of Laketown.
As if to answer his question a loud scream echoes out across the night air pulling their attention. They instantly rush toward where the scream had originated and find a house being overrun with Orcs. Loki readies his daggers as Thor unsheathes his sword. Another Orc leaps to the balcony in front of the house, but suddenly, Tauriel appears and stabs it in the throat with her knife. She pulls out her other knife as well and begins killing the Orcs in the house.
Legolas jumps in through one of the holes in the roof. He too begins killing Orcs. An Orc approaches a wounded Dwarf and grabs him by the wounded leg. As the dark-haired dwarf screams in pain, Loki throws his knife, and it plunges into the Orc’s throat. Legolas and Tauriel slay Orcs left and right. Thor joins moments later his body emanating lightning as he sends Orcs flying left and right.
“Get down!” A blonde dwarf cries out as he pulls a boy out of the way of danger.
Tauriel kills the Orc, then turns to kill another one. The dark-haired dwarf from before stabs the Orc as well with the knife Tauriel had thrown earlier, and they together kill the Orc. But then, he falls over onto the floor, howling in pain, and Tauriel looks at him in worry.
An Orc, flees from the house and jumps over the balcony, landing in a boat in the water below. Thor follows him rage filling his body. The Orc yells to a bigger one and Thor knows instantly from the novel who it is. Bolg, the one who kills Kili and attempts to murder both Tauriel and Legolas.
“Ekinskeld. Obguranid!” (Oakenshield has gone!)The Orc calls out as he nears. “Tûg atal bakh maktu argu!” (But there are more outsiders.)
“Gur! Arangim!” (Fall back! Regroup at the bridge!) Bolg orders and the remaining Orcs join him.
In the house, Legolas stabs an Orc and trips it, and it falls backward over the balcony railing and lands in the boat below. The boat acts like a seesaw and sends Bolg’s lieutenant orc, who had jumped into the boat earlier, flying up into the air, where Legolas slices off its head with his knives. As the orc’s body falls into the water below, its head still looks at Legolas. Legolas releases the head, and it falls.
Legolas looks and sees the remaining Orcs running through Laketown after Bolg. Loki reaches out and stops Thor from following them making Thor turn back into the house to search for his sister. In the house, the human boy speaks to Tauriel amazedly.
“You killed them all.” The boy calls out clearly impressed.
“There are others. Tauriel, come.” Legolas calls to Tauriel as Thor looks around the room but only sees three dwarves. Legolas strides toward the door.
Tauriel, who had been looking after the dark-haired dwarf, looks up.
“She’s not here.” Loki says annoyed and Thor feels his patience start to wear thin. “(Name’s) Already gone.”
“We’re losing him!” A dwarf calls out pulling Thor and Loki’s attention.
Tauriel, looking shocked, looks at the injured dwarf, then at Legolas, who is waiting at the door.
“Tauriel.” Legolas looks at her for a moment and then walks out the door.
Tauriel remains standing. Legolas jumps over the balcony and onto a bridge, then begins running. Tauriel looks away and begins to head out the door to follow Legolas. Just as she reaches the door, the dwarf moans in pain, and Tauriel turns to look at him. Tauriel looks after Legolas, then at Kili again. Hearing a noise, Tauriel grabs her knives, then sees another dwarf running up with the Kingsfoil. Her eyes open in shock and she takes the leaves from his stunned grasp.
“Athelas.” Tauriel exclaims as she reverently examines it. “Athelas…”
“What are you doing…?” He asks and she smiles softly.
“I’m going to save him.” She replies moving over to where the injured dwarf was.
Thor and Loki glance at each other for a moment before they decide to wait to ask the dwarves questions. Thor thinks back to the novel and tries to remember the scene he was in. If it was when Tauriel was saving Kili, then that meant that at this moment his sister was at the mountain fighting the dragon. Worry courses through his veins as he glances over at Loki who was apparently thinking the same thing he was.
As much as he wanted to go after his sister; if they left, these people would suffer. (Name) would never want that to happen. Loki groans inwardly as he turns to Thor and says, “We have to help them, don’t we?”
“Yup.” Thor replies instantly a smirk on his lips. “She’d never forgive us if we left.”
“I’m starting to regret being a good guy.” Loki adds.
“When the dragon shows up, let me handle him.” Thor whispers eyeing his brother.
“You didn’t expect me to try my hand against him, did you? That’s not something I do. That’s your forte.” Loki jokes and Thor smirks.
“Excuse me, would you like something to drink?” A young girl asks pulling them from their conversation.
“No, thank you though.” Loki responds making one of the Dwarves turn to look at him.
“You’re (Name’s) brothers, aren’t you?” A blonde dwarf asks pulling their attention.
“We are. How did you know?” Loki asks and the dwarf smiles softly.
“She showed me a picture of you. I’m Fili, this is Oin and Bofur; the one being treated is my brother Kili.” Fili says as he motions to the rest of his company.
Loki and Thor return the smile as Thor says, “I’m Thor and this is my brother Loki. Thank you for taking care of our sister for us.”
“She’s someone I’m proud to call my friend.”
“She does have a habit of making friends no matter the circumstances.” Loki whispers under his breath making Thor elbow him in the stomach.
“I’m sure she would say the same about you.” Thor replies offering Fili his hand which the dwarf takes.
Then before anyone has a chance to say anything else the ground shakes and a loud roar can be heard throughout the skies. Loki and Thor share a look before turning to look at Tauriel who had moved to look outside.
“Guess that’s my queue.” Thor says as a smile covers his lips. “You help get them out?”
“And you kill the dragon, yeah I got the idea.” Loki adds as Tauriel walks back inside.
“We have no time. We must leave.” She announces as she grabs jackets and starts handing them out to the children.
“We’re not leaving. Not without our father.” Bain says as he moves to stand beside her.
“If you stay here, your sisters will die. Is that what your father would want?” Tauriel asks him and he shakes his head.
“Be safe.” Loki starts speaking only so Thor can hear. “You know he’s different from the dragons you’re used to.”
“I know.” Thor replies giving him a smirk as he rushes out the door into the night.
“Where’s he going?” Fili asks as she steadies his brother beside him.
“To kill a dragon of course.” Loki replies making everyone in the room stop and stare at him. “It’s not his first, won’t be his last. Come on let’s get you all to safety first.”
Loki, Tauriel, the dwarves, and Bard’s family get on a boat at the back of the house. They set off down the canal, poling the boat through the floating chunks of ice. Smaug swoops low overhead, and the townspeople scream. Smaug soars high above and away from the town, then turns and dives steeply toward the town, building up fire in his chest. As he gets over the town, he unleashes his flames, and he breathes his fire in a line all the way across the town. People scream and fall and die in the inferno.
“Anytime now brother.”
Thor jumps up onto a nearby roof and giving a smirk unsheathes his sword. Lightning emanates from his entire body as he jumps up into the air and launches himself at Smaug. A loud clap of thunder echoes across the sky as his sword strikes Smaug’s impenetrable scales. Smaug is sent soaring backwards at the force of the blow. Thor lets out a hearty laugh as he rushes off after him.
Smaug collects himself and looks around trying to find what hit him. He feels something land on his back, and he turns to see a man standing there with a bright smile on his face.
“Hello!” Thor calls as he gives him a slight wave.
“What are you?!” Smaug questions as he lands on some nearby houses.
“They call me the God of Thunder.” Thor replies jumping off his back landing on a nearby rooftop.
“Ah, I see now. You’re here for her.” Smaug calls out making Thor narrow his eyes at the dragon.
“You’re correct.” Thor replies gripping tightly to the hilt of his sword.
“She will die here.” Smaug says making Thor clench his jaw.
“I won’t let that happen.” Thor replies.
“You will be powerless to stop it.” Smaug growls making Thor’s body fill with anger. “She will die, and you will have to stand there and watch.”
He wanted to kill this dragon. He had never wanted anything more. But he couldn’t. It wasn’t his dragon to kill. It was the Bards. He couldn’t change the story. The events that happened her had to happen. Thor looks down at where Loki was glancing up at him. Loki knew what Thor wanted to do but he just shook his head.
Clenching his jaw, he looks around the floating town around him and sees someone racing toward a nearby tower with a bow in hand. That must be the Bard. Thor looks at his hand that was holding his sword and smiles.
“You aren’t clairvoyant dragon.” Thor says meeting Smaug’s eyes. “I know how this story ends.”
“Oh really?” Smaug questions and Thor chuckles.
“You know you’re pretty small for a dragon.” Thor antagonizes.
“What?” Smaug retorts in annoyance.
“Are you sure you’re a dragon? I mean I’ve fought bigger. Those dragons doubled your size. Were you the runt of your litter?” Thor continues as he watches from the corner of his eye as Bard readies his bow with his son Bain next to him.
“You and she, are more alike than you think.” Smaug growls and Thor smiles.
“Well…” He pauses lightning coursing through his body. “She is my sister.”
Thor sends a shockwave of electricity toward Smaug giving Bard the opening he needs to fire the black arrow.
It hurtles through the air and sinks all the way to the feathers, almost 6-7 feet, into Smaug’s chest through the spot without a scale. As Smaug leaps forward in pain and fear, Bard grabs Bain, just as Smaug careens into the tower. Thor zooms forward and grabs Bard and Bain before they fall with the tower into the water. Smaug rolls and slides through the town, destroying everything in the town. He struggles to fly into the sky. With massive effort, he manages to flap a few hundred feet up, screaming and wheezing in pain, then gasps for breath. His eyes lose their light, and he falls back down upon the city, dead, with the end of the arrow sticking out of his heart. He lands directly upon the Master’s boat, crushing it and presumably killing everyone on board.
“Thank you,” Bard says as he grips tightly to Thor’s hand.
“No thanks necessary.” Thor replies as he carries them over to the boat where the rest of Bard’s family, the dwarves, the elf, and Loki were waiting.
The girls rush their father and brother as Thor sets them down.
“We should help those we can.” Thor says to his brother and Loki tilts his head at him.
“How do we do that? There’s not enough room in the boat for everyone.” Tauriel points out as she motions the full boat.
“I can fly around and help those I can.” Thor replies before turning to Loki. “You can conjure a boat big enough for all.”
“I can, but why would I do that?” Loki questions making Thor furrow his brow.
“What do you mean why?” Thor inquires meeting his brother’s gaze.
“The dragon is dead, we should collect (Name) and return home before it’s too late.”
“We can’t just leave these people to suffer.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s not what (Name) would want.” Thor replies and Loki rolls his eyes.
Fandom:Sanders Sides Characters:Logan, Virgil, background all-the-other-Sides Rating: Teen & up Relationships:Analogical, background Intrualiceit Warnings: None, just lots of fluff Word count:2017
Notes:Day 7 of @analogicalweek 2022! Takes place about 6 months before Analogical’s marriage.
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Logan breathed deeply, doing his best to calm the jittery squirming his stomach had kept up nonstop for the last seventy-three minutes. It was fine. It would be fine. Better than fine, in fact. He had a plan, and he knew Virgil liked the plan, and Remus had smuggled his camera in his bag without Virgil noticing, and the evening had gone wonderfully so far.
But nothing would ever be the same after this.
(It would be better after this, he assured himself once again. It would be amazing, he had full confidence in that. But even an overwhelmingly wonderful, positive change was still a change—and a big change at that, a life-altering one. He could hardly help but be nervous, even though he was excited for this moment.)
Fandom:Sanders Sides Characters:Logan, Virgil Rating:Teen & up Relationships:Analogical Warnings:The language is particularly crass compared to what I usually write, brief moment of suggestiveness Word count: 1316
Summary: Logan has a surprise for Virgil. He just hopes his husband won’t be too annoyed over his method of delivery.
Notes:Day 4 of @analogicalweek 2022! This is for the prompt “home.” Takes place about two years before stars in the sk(eyes), a piece I wrote for last year’s analogical week that is not really connected to this one, just the closest in the timeline.
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Was this, as Remus would likely put it, something of a dick move?
Well. Logan had to admit that probably it was.
But he was hoping it would be worth it.
My flight was canceled, he texted Virgil. They’re saying they’ll get me one tomorrow evening instead.
Virgil began typing at once. He spent perhaps two and a half minutes, the little dots disappearing and reappearing on Logan’s screen, before sending only:
oh
ok
Logan already regretted this, the two tiny words of resignation lancing directly through his heart, made worse by the knowledge that he was the cause of the distress. But he’d committed now.
