HomicidalTendenciesWench



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    Antithesis and short Spin-Off Stories that are unrelated to the original plot.

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    05 Aug 2020

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    This is exactly the long, multi-year, AU, wrong-boy-who-lived, twinfic, abandoned/abused-Harry, mindfuckery filled fic that I was hoping for, and I love it.
    I also kind of hate it a little, but in all the best ways... This poor fucked up child never stood a chance, so just know that going into it and you'll be fine (kind of)

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    It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right. Billy sat in the dark, eyes closed, listening to the clock on the mantle tick and the refrigerator hum. Steve Harrington was nothing to him, a regret, maybe, a bitter taste in his mouth, but not a friend. If Billy was resentful, he thought maybe he’d see the logic in the afterlife pinning them together, but he didn’t feel a sense of longing or torment, didn’t feel like he was being pulled between life and death, or between realms. He just was, painless, lead in his belly as he sat on the floor by Steve’s feet.

    If he was meant to be trying to get somewhere, he didn’t know where. Was he supposed to pass on? He curled his knees up to his chest and watched Steve sleep, Steve’s lips shiny with spit and hair hanging over his forehead.

     

     

    Or, how to find love as a ghost.

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    28 Jul 2020

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    This is bizarre as hell, no denying it, but I kinda fuck with it...

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    (This fic contains NO SPOILERS for Endgame)

     

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    Tony is sitting on his ass, trying to catch his breath in the dust of an alien planet when the Avengers take their vote.

    It goes as expected.

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    26 Jul 2020

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    GOOD. ONE.
    I love fics that consider the realistic implications of canonical plot points, which this one does nicely. It's also hilarious, slightly crack-esque, Tony's the fucking best, and there's two Buckys, so, ya know - win, win, win, win

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    “What are you staring at Master Anthony?” Jarvis asks him gently, because Jarvis is always gentle.

    It’s what Tony loves about him.

    “Dog,” Tony tells him simply as he raises a hand and points in the sick looking dog’s direction.

    “Ah,” Jarvis’ voice sounds pinched and when Tony looks up his lips are pursed. “I’ll call Maxwell, he’ll catch the poor thing and see that it’s cared for.”

    “No,” Tony shakes his head even as he toes disinterestedly at the ball. “It’s leaving soon.”

    “Really now,” Jarvis pats him softly on the head. “What makes you say that?”

    “It’s going to die.” Tony tells him seriously as he tilts his head up to look Jarvis in the eye.

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    04 Jul 2020

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    Fascinating little tease of a ficlet

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    “What happened? Where are you? What’s that sound?”

    Derek jumped, having momentarily forgotten Scott was on the phone with him because Stiles had started moving. He’d stalked over to the other side of the cave, still eying Derek warily and growling, then settled protectively over a mass of clothes, leaves and animal innards. It was probably where he was sleeping.

    Lovely. No wonder he smelled like death.

    “Stiles,” Derek said, answering Scott’s question. Or, one of them, at least.

    “Stiles? What do you—Stiles is making that noise?”

    “Yes.”

    “Why?”

    “How fast do you think you can make it to the south lot of the Preserve?”

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    29 Jun 2020

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    Good one