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Joan of arc vibe

The Pevensies are foreign when they return home.

The streets no longer know them. They do not seem to fit in their own bodies as they stroll the cobbles, Lucy’s hand tucked carefully into Peter’s, Edmund trailing watchfully behind Susan like a shadow. Their eyes are sharp, their smiles crooked, and those who see them cross to the opposite side of the road, afraid of the ancient gleam they see reflected back at them that does not belong in the eyes of a child.

Water murmurs to Lucy when she flits past, and lamplight follows her wherever she goes, even in broad daylight when the lamps are unlit. Their flames sputter into existence when she walks by, flickering at her in a way that seems to whisper I know you. Lucy looks at them with feral teeth and smiles, and vines twist from the cobbles at her feet. She laughs like a wild thing, eyes glowing, but a moment later she blinks and it is gone. Her feet hardly seem to touch the ground at all as she darts through the alleys.

The sky is clearer when Peter walks the streets, clouds vanishing like they were never there at all. His eyes are too much like a lion’s, struck through with gold and filled with a brooding fierceness, yet he laughs as he twirls Lucy around, and claps Edmund on the back as they share a stupid joke, and smiles with Susan when she tells him of the bow she plans to carve. He is all warmth and friendliness, but there is something about his eyes. There is something about all of their eyes.

The sun caresses Susan as she moves about, and she is graceful, too graceful, her hair seeming to be alive of its own accord as she steps lightly along the streets. Her skin is pale like ice, and sometimes her gaze appears almost silver as she stands by the river, gazing into its depths with a distant, siren-cold smile. She is gentle, but her fingers look a little too long sometimes. Her laugh is a little too unsettling.

Trees lean towards Edmund when he walks past, branches scraping his clothing, leaves showering around him. Books and journals and pages covered in notes perpetually fill his arms, spilling from his grasp but never quite falling. His voice is even-keeled, quiet, but there is something wild about it, something unhinged. He speaks of things none have ever heard before, dark hair falling into his eyes, mouth unsmiling and hands perfectly still, and for a moment he seems to be someone else, fangs beneath his lips, dirt on his tongue. He tilts his head just a little too far, sometimes.

The Pevensies are foreign when they return home. They do not fit their bodies. They do not fit the streets. People who encounter them cross to the other side of the road to avoid them, terrified of the oldness they see in the children’s faces. Such depth does not belong in the gaze of a child.

And yet four sets of eyes, ancient and deep and flickering like candlelight, stare out from the children’s faces, and their smiles are sharp, too sharp. Their laughter is a little too wild as they walk, the oldest and youngest hand-in-hand, the middle children trailing each other like shadows.

There is something about those children’s eyes.

There is something about those children.

Had a Supernatural relapse sorry everyone

Is it just me or when you have a fan fiction you really like and you want another part of it so you just

Grabber: Tell me your name, boy.

Finney: …McLovin.

Grabber: …McLovin?

Finney: Yeah.

Grabber: McLovin? What kind of a stupid name is that? What, are you trying to be an Irish R&B singer?

Grabber: *throws newspaper at Finney* You gave me the stupidest fake name.

Finney: I had to pick on the spot!

Grabber: And you landed on McLovin?

Finney: Yeah. It was between that and Muhammad.

Grabber:

Grabber: Why the fuck would it between that and Muhammad?! Why don’t you just pick a common name like a normal person?!

Finney: “Muhammad” is the most commonly used name on Earth! Read a fucking book for once!

Grabber: Finney, have you actually ever met anyone named “Muhammad”?

Finney: Have you actually ever met anyone named “McLovin”?

Grabber: No! That’s why you picked a dumb fucking name!

Finney: Fuck you!

Grabber: You didn’t even give me a first name, you just said “McLovin”! One name? One name? Who are you, Seal?

Finney: No, I am McLovin.

Grabber: No, you’re not! No one’s McLovin! McLovin’s never existed because that’s a made-up, dumb, fucking fairy tale name, you fuck!

Guys. We have to sacrifice johnlock. It might just work.

Guys idk what it is is it like the feeling of safety or smth idk

Sorry guys I have raging daddy issues I will not apologize for all the Logan Howlett age gap smut and blurbs that I read ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

Can’t wait for all the umbrella academy fan fics that are gonna come out.

𓅨 How to Unintentionally, Get An Endless To Marry You Masterlist

How to Unintentionally, Get An Endless To Marry You: After saving a strange man from a fishbowl cage, you earn yourself a favor. When you cash in said favor, you don’t realize that you and the man aren’t on the same page on what you need from him.

Overall Warnings: Misunderstanding, Hilariousness, Morpheus Not Realizing You Don’t Actually Need Him to Marry You.

To Note: Morpheus x Afab!Reader

(Current) Total Word Count: ~10.3k

𓅨 Chapter One

𓅨 Chapter Two

𓅨 Chapter Three

𓅨 Chapter Four

𓅨 Chapter Five

𓅨 Chapter Six

Date Published: 12/4/24

Date Completed: NOT YET COMPLETED

Last Edit: 1/27/25

Morpheus/Dream Masterlist