14 Works by jumpfallflysoar
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The more Viktor worked, the faster the rumors spread. A man who fought destiny and won, determined to push Zaun into the future of tomorrow regardless of whether it was willing or not.
A weapon and a hero. A masochist and a savior. A man and a god.
Viktor had become something to everyone when he used to just be everything to Jayce.
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Machine Herald divorce arc, but the papers were never finalized, Viktor hasn't fully given up on them, and Jayce... well, old habits die hard.
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I prayed (God sent me right to voicemail) by jumpfallflysoar
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
26 Jul 2024
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"I hate to be the one to tell you this but explosives aren't the answer to most scientific inquiries, V."
"You're right, they're the answer to all of them."
Jayce paused to look over at him– mouth set in a hard line and one eyebrow raised– and sighed deeply. "I- I don't know what you want me to say to that."
"A hum of agreement would suffice."
"I think I need to remove the nitroglycerin from the supply closet."
Viktor's head popped up. "Our shipment came in?"
Jayce blinked at him slowly. "No it didn't. Not anymore."
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Dean shifts his feet as he waits, conjuring up expectations on the few details he’s been given. His mind produces the image of a frail old man, maybe with a dark sailor’s cap and pipe in his mouth like the old cartoons he watched as a kid.
A man answers the door, though he is unlike anything he’s been described. A man answers, and he is no older than 30, with thick dark hair that curls around his ears and studious pale blue eyes.
They remind Dean of the horizon line right before a hurricane.
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“You scare me,” Dean repeats, clinging to Cas even harder.
“Dean, I don't understand. What did I do? Whatever it was, I apolo-”
“I need you and it scares the shit out of me. You can't leave me, man. Whatever happens, whatever goes wrong, you have to come back, okay? You just have to."
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- Part 3 of The Migraine Chronicles
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Dean stands abruptly, and beelines for the door. He doesn’t give a shit if it’s raining or not, he needs out.
He shoulders past Cas but only makes it two steps before a hand grabs his wrist, snatching him back. Cas’ eyes are alight with the blue glow Dean’s only ever seen right before he smites something into the next century.
Dean finally pushed too hard, asked for too much.
He swallows thickly, waiting for the wrath of god to come down on him in this rickety motel room. But there's no bolt of grace, no divine intervention. Instead, Cas stops his heart a different way, crowding into his space and crushing their lips together.
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Crime is on the rise, the mafia controls the streets, and something dangerous lurks beneath the hustle n' bustle of Windy City. A trail of murders is winding its way through the subways, and as the body count starts to climb, Dean's staring down the barrel of a choice he'd give anything not to make.
What's more important; catching the killer, or protecting those he loves?
1930s Chicago Casefic AU
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He looks up and realizes the man is the only one remaining and that it’s his hands gripping Dean like a lifeline, keeping him from crushing his own ribs. The guy is talking to him, but the words are very touch and go as they pass through the ringing in Dean’s ears.
Dean stares at him, missing all the finer details of the scene but at least making out the important part.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” Dean manages and promptly blacks out.
This fic is aligned with my personal headcanon that Stanford Era!Dean would fall head over heels for the first soul to come along and show him the bare bones of compassion. Enter scene: Castiel.
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Is there any logical way he could justify this once they pull apart? Probably not. But the glaringly easy solution to that is just to never move. Dean could stay like this for a while he thinks. Especially if it got him out of the consequences of his actions.
He wonders if he could play it off as some weird human tradition that Cas just wouldn't understand. He reckons he could swing that pretty easily.
He's still got a bone to pick with whoever told Cas that eating Nutella straight out of the jar wasn't a customary Tuesday night occurrence.
It was probably Sam.
Fucking Sam.
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- Part 2 of The Migraine Chronicles
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Wordlessly, Cas slides his untouched glass of water over with the hand not mapping out Dean’s vertebrae. Dean shoots him a skeptical look. Cas responds with a raised eyebrow, daring him to argue.
The pain is full-on throbbing at this point, the left side of his skull lit up like a kid who stuck a butter knife into a wall outlet, so he shuts up and sips from the glass.
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- Part 1 of The Migraine Chronicles
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A pouting Yoongi with snowflakes falling in his hair and half-asleep eyes is a national treasure.
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- Part 3 of BTS Christmas
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I'll Be Home for Christmas (If Only in My Dreams) by jumpfallflysoar
Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
19 Dec 2018
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You can always count on Taehyung to make any holiday happier. But now his own source of happiness is in Daegu and he's finding it a lot harder to enjoy what was supposed to be the most magical time of the year.
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- Part 1 of BTS Christmas
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“You're my abditory,” Jimin said as he pulled away, earning a confused look from Yoongi.
Jimin laughed at the sight, weight falling back onto Yoongi.
“It's similar to a hiding place. You're like somewhere I can go and be myself. You make me feel safe, hyung."
If he's Jimin's safe place, then who is Yoongi to take that away from him.
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The zombie crumples to the floor, and Jimin spins around to find a second zombie falling to the floor, brains blood splattered on the wall behind him, jaws open and very obviously about to eat a chunk of Jimin's arm for lunch.
Jimin looks up to see a black haired stranger a few feet away, hands holding up a gun in front of him. His eyes hard as he glares at the zombie on the ground that he just shot. Jimin is stunned into silence as the man lowers his gun and meets Jimin's wide eyes.
They're a golden brown, holding a weird sense of honesty in them and Jimin feels every mantra about not trusting others fade away into background noise.
"What? Do I have blood on my face or something?"
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Mark gets dragged to a club by his
terribleamazing friends and Jacksondrags him tointroduces him to a really hot stranger and he may end up making out in a park with a guy he just met instead of attending a family dinner.