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Where the Heart Is by shedrownedusinink (goldenperception)
Fandoms: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken
26 Feb 2015
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Katherine ruminates on the concept of 'home', and what it means to her.
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In which Santana is turned into a human pillow against her will, but doesn't actually mind it that much.
OR: the origin of the Santana-Kurt-Blaine cuddle-pile (because I really want to know).
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Estinien, who ought to have been born a prince but was instead cursed to be born a wyrmling, finds one single friend after he is cast outside of Ishgard’s walls: an orphaned shepherd boy who, for a time, takes him in, feeds him, and curls up beside him to sleep.
More than a decade later, after Estinien has grown into a full fledged wyrm, he still remembers well his shepherd boy—though he knows not where he went or what became of him after their sudden separation. Bitter and lonely, he scours Ishgard’s countryside with flames in his hunt to find his long lost friend.
To stop the wrathful dragon wreaking havoc on his kingdom, the young Prince Hamignant is willing to consider even the unorthodox. And when he learns that Estinien’s blighting of the heartlands is all in search of a single man, a (nearly) bloodless solution comes to mind: make a sacrifice of this once-a-shepherd in the hopes of placating the dragon and sating his appetite, whatever form it may take.
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Bookmarked by shedrownedusinink (goldenperception)
04 Mar 2024
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“Oh, hey,” Steve's voice picks up. “I have a voicemail from you.”
Eddie slams his head against the door. “Please don’t listen to it.”
“What? Why not?”
“Steve,” Eddie pleads. "I'm serious."
“Whoops, my finger slipped.”
And the voicemail starts playing.
“Heeeeeeey. What’s up, Stevie? Steve. Steve Harrington. What is up. Sooo…” past-him hiccups, a giggle bursting free. “I’m drunk as fuck, man— and, uh, my inhibitions are lower. Lowered. Low. Which means I can talk to you, ‘cause sober me’s a total coward. Like, charged as a wuss and arrested on the spot. And, uh… I suck. ‘Cause I’m so fucked up over you, man.”
Eddie squeezes his eyes shut against the sudden burn in his eyes.
Bookmarked by shedrownedusinink (goldenperception)
10 Feb 2024
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Wounds of the heart, healed through the touch of a friend.
[“I just need…” you pause, aware of the way his eyes are tracing the contours of your face, so close you are together, “I need a friend.”
He still looks unsure, your heart squeezing as you recall the rare honour he’d bestowed on you, back in the days of your final explorations of Allagan secrets. Of permission to use his name, free from titles, free from clans. It was not given lightly, you remember.
“Please, Raha.”
It’s as though you’ve spoken a spell: he nods, slowly, and without further protest draws back and pulls the red-and-black of his robes over his head.]
Bookmarked by shedrownedusinink (goldenperception)
03 Feb 2024
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"Truth be told," Thancred said, "I'd forgotten what it was like." Urianger gave a wordless hum, a quiet prompt to continue. The rest of Thancred's words were barely audible, buried in the pillow beneath him, fading out into a soft murmur of sleep. "Not being alone."
Bookmarked by shedrownedusinink (goldenperception)
01 Feb 2024
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He wondered how selfish he could let himself become. He could waive the responsibility of the world and live instead betwixt glamour and dream. He could be reborn anew, and all of his secrets would die with the name Augurelt.
Yet Urianger was shaped by his secrets—and thus did he tame his tongue and lie (and lie, and lie) about his love, until he could no longer remember the taste of the truth.
Bookmarked by shedrownedusinink (goldenperception)
01 Feb 2024