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John fears the dark, but maybe worst of all - he fears what he will turn into if left to himself.
Luckily, Arthur is there to remind him he will never be alone.
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24 Jun 2025
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Holy moly, I have always headcanoned that John and Arthur saying each other's names as a form of endearment, and this fic encapsulates that to perfection. Every single line bears the most elegant prose. WOW. 💛🖤
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when everything breaks, you are the anchor that holds me by nerdfaerie
Fandoms: Malevolent (Podcast)
11 Nov 2024
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Arthur doesn't know how long he’s been here, awake with nothing to show for it — long enough for the sun to rise, the small slivers of warmth seeping in doing little to alleviate the chill that's taken residence in his body. Long enough for the street noises to invade through the windows, impossible to block out, for the normally-soft mattress to start feeling like a stone pillar against his spine. Arthur isn't sure he cares. He wants to drift into some silent empty vastness, away from the world. Away from himself.
Except that John, sitting on the bed beside Arthur, seems intent on keeping him tethered.
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Arthur is not okay, but he's also not alone.
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Their first night post-separation, John and Arthur stumble into town and try to recover from the freezing rain and the emotional crash that comes after everything.
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15 Jun 2025
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Such a poetic, gut-wrenching, soul-warming post-separation fic. Absolutely exquisite prose. 💛🖤
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His head turned towards Arthur reflexively, towards the window, towards even more light.
His eyes had barely gotten used to it now but he could finally see the man, a halo illuminating the sharp edges of his body with warm sunlight. Brown hair shimmered golden around the edges and there was concern in his eyes, even though they didn’t meet his.
He looked holy. There were still flecks of blood on his hands.
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After the Tear Arthur says goodbye at the hospital. A while later he says hello again.
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It is disproportionately confusing, like showing up at his home address only to find a different house on the lot. It isn’t like that, though. No part of this should feel wrong.
Noel’s fingers are touching his wrist. “John?”
“It’s fine.”
“You know,” Noel says, moving to get the bandages. “You’re only a little better at lying these days, daffodil.”
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John nicks his finger while cutting fruit.Bookmarked by SeerOfTime
24 Apr 2025
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Absolutely exquisite and beautifully haunting. John physically trying to *find* his own soul and in a body that Still Doesn't Feel Right is such an Incredible concept. I think my breath left me with every paragraph.
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Antoine stirred in Arthur’s lap, and spoke before Arthur could slap his hand over his lips.
“Who’re you?” Antoine asked warily, then coughed and turned to spit out a mouthful of blood. His shirt was in tatters, and the dark ink clearly visible across his exposed chest was shiny with sweat.
“Fuck,” John whispered almost inaudibly.
“Who am I? I’m a fr—no, that’s been overused. Ack! Nevermind. Better question, little peasant, do you know who you are to me? My present. Thank you so much, Arthur darling, for delivering him.”~~~
What if Arthur had used the talisman to revive Antoine, and then Kayne showed up and asked for the stone anyway?
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23 Apr 2025
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If Antoine had lived before Kayne showed up.
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"I got somethin' for you."
Charlie raises a brow curiously, sitting up on his elbows to peer at where Noel had his hand cupped around something. "If it's another spider I'm going to make sure it ends up on your pillow tonight."
"That was one time," Noel rolls his eyes, "It's not a spider, promise." He holds his hand out more insistently, tapping it on top of Charlie's knuckles.
Despite his reservations, Charlie opens his palm flat, expecting something unpleasant and instead feeling a metal weight hitting his palm.
"Why are you giving me this?" He asks curiously, seeing that now curled in his palm was Noel's dog tags. Their shape was familiar as his own, it feels like just yesterday they'd received them.
"I want you to have them," Noel says seriously, and Charlie looks at him with surprise.
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- Part 4 of Malevoversary 2025
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07 Apr 2025
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This is the most gutwrenching Noel and Charlie fic I have ever read. 🥺
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“Are you going to kill me now?” his Arthur asks, shocking them both into another moment of tense, breathless apprehension. The question lingers in the air, Arthur’s hand remains inside that bag, and John’s eyes remain fixed on the other’s face. The other Arthur meets them with just about the same indifference he always has. Until at last, his eyes shift over to their bag as well.
“Are you?” he asks, and John can feel the way his friend’s fingers tighten around the cool metal of that gun, itching for that trigger, contemplating the question. It really would be so easy for him, wouldn’t it? To pull it out of that bag and aim it at his chest, knowing that John would not dare try to stop him, even if he wants to.
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An alternate version of "The Fire" where John and Arthur meet Darkthur instead of Malam. Testing John's loyalty and devotion while asking Arthur the question of all questions. Does he deserve to die?
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- Part 3 of So Eden Sank To Grief
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05 Apr 2025
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I have not sobbed so hard during a fic in my entire life. John truly does save Arthur over and over and over again. 😭
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Parker makes the mistake of buying Arthur a birthday present.
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- Part 1 of Malevoversary 2025
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03 Apr 2025
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Gutwrenching Arthur lore and some sweet Parkthur. 💛
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Charlie Dowd needs the city noise to keep his mind occupied. An unfamiliar remote cabin in the Catskills, while calming for some, is not good for his head. But maybe a walk through the woods will be.
Malevoversary '25 - Charlie Dowd, the Butcher
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- Part 3 of Malevoversary 2025
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John had barely described himself. If Arthur didn't know any better he might have thought it to be shyness, but there had been so much wonder coating each sentence he knew it was the simple problem that if John started, the words would crowd on a new tongue and be rendered pointless.
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- Part 1 of On the prefix Co
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“Describe it for me.”
“What?”
“Describe to me what you look like.” Arthur said firmly. “Like you used to describe everything to me.”
He searched for John’s hand on his thigh and intertwined their fingers.
“Please.”
OR John has his own body but Arthur is still blind and asks him to describe what he looks like to him
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Love is malleable and it bends like a body by WordsINeededToGetOut
Fandoms: Malevolent (Podcast)
05 Feb 2025
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John is frustrated because he can’t figure out what his body wants
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hope in the darkness that I will see the light by nerdfaerie for 4utumnL34v3s
Fandoms: Malevolent (Podcast)
16 Mar 2025
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“Not on your life.” The words tumble out before he can stop them. Parker lays a hand on Arthur’s bony shoulder, lightly at first, then squeezing more firmly when Arthur does not pull away. “Maybe I like having you around, English.”
Arthur is silent, not meeting Parker’s gaze. He swirls a hand around in the water, eyes fixed on the ripples. The bathroom light flickers, but Arthur doesn’t seem to notice.
“I like talking to you,” Parker continues. “I like when we’re talking about a case and something goes electric in your eyes, like you’re coming alive. I like when you drop random bits of information into the conversation like it’s the most natural thing ever. I like walking into Jack’s and seeing you in your usual spot.” Parker strokes a thumb over Arthur’s collarbone. “You lose people in this line of work, Art. I don’t want to lose you.”
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Parker finds Arthur on one of his bad days and takes care of him.
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Dying in small parts (sick of the silence, tired of the dark) by WordsINeededToGetOut
Fandoms: Malevolent (Podcast)
16 Mar 2025
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Some nights John is content to share Arthur's body. He can find peace in his steady breathing, his mind wandering as he finds comfort in his heart beat. Some nights he can even pretend that he might drift to sleep alongside him, imagining himself a human body that can be held and a mind that can dream.
This is not one of those nights.
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16 Mar 2025
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Into the comfort fic pile this goes! John struggling with feeling Trapped hurts my very soul, but Arthur being there for him is so healing. 🥹
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“Did you mean it?” Parker asks after a very long time of silence between them. Long past the threshold of awkwardness, with his hands in his hair now, washing out all the dirt and blood. Arthur realizes what his friend means way before he clarifies it. An ounce of sobriety returning through the ministrations of his fingers, a moment of reprieve, almost pleasure, keeping him in a gentle grip.
His hair.
His head.
And the gun pressed to the back of it.
Do it you fucking coward.
“No” Arthur lies, glad that he doesn’t have to, no can’t look at Parker as he does so. But he feels the way his fingers still just for a moment all over again. The way he tenses up just a little bit. Yet even then, even then…
Parker doesn’t push.
________Arthur sneaks out at night, battling his inner demons. Until he crosses paths with a suspect he and Parker have been tailing for a while now. Arthur decides to take matters into his own hands. Things go wrong. And as always - Parker's there to save him just in time.
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13 Mar 2025
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One of the greatest Parkthur fics I have ever read and a great exploration of Arthur’s trauma. 😭
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Arthur is asleep for the night, and John is very happy to be alive.
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08 Mar 2025
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Another fic to the comfort pile! Stars and gentle touches. 🌟
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He is also grateful that Arthur is unaware of how much he enjoys the simple pleasure of being touched. Arthur recites a poem for John as he drifts to sleep.
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06 Mar 2025
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Beautiful touch-starved John fic. Into the comfort fic pile it goes! 💛
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Arthur was a far better person than he.
John wanted. He leaned over Arthur in the bed, watching his nose crinkle adorably as a stray hair brushed over it, and he wanted.
He wanted to touch, to feel, to be with Arthur again. It burned, being so close yet never close enough. He wanted to be inside of Arthur, to burrow into his bones and exist warm and safe in his flesh and blood. He wanted to consume him, to wrap the many limbs he used to have around his arms and legs, fold him up in his golden cloak and hold him there forever. He wanted to protect him from the horrors of the world and the horrors in his mind and hide him from everything that could cause him pain.
John thinks about his many misgivings with the new situation of being apart from Arthur, and battles his own sleep demons. Set sometime after the events of canon? I don’t know, but John has his own body now.
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24 Feb 2025
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Human John. Nightmares. Codependency/separation anxiety. A hint of possessiveness. And So much comfort and LOVE. 🥺
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Valentine's Day (wasn't meant for my kind anyway) by nerdfaerie
Fandoms: Malevolent (Podcast)
14 Feb 2025
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Arthur thinks: No one has ever gotten him a Valentine before. He's thoroughly unprepared for the gentle ache in the hollow of his chest, like a healing wound.
And he thinks: Valentine's Day is not a holiday made for people like him. The resplendent displays in stores, the myriad hearts in red and pink, the sketches of happy couples in advertisements, gazing into each other's eyes with uncomplicated adoration — all of it a world where he long ago learned he does not belong. (This, too, aches).
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Three Valentine's Days in the life of Arthur Lester.