20 Works by IssyLily
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“𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩, 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥-”
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨-𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.
“𝘐𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥’𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘰𝘨𝘴,” 𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 – 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘺 – 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳, “𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”
Catherine Standish has been drinking again. Apparently.
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When dad dies, Ken goes to pieces. Shiv goes to Tom, which is probably worse. And Roman goes to work.
It's what the old man would've done.
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There are certain behaviours that a man of his position is discouraged from indulging in - drinking on the job, chasing aliens through Soho, and beginning a torrid, passionate love affair with one of his staff chief amongst them.
It's September 1970, and Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart is about to do all three.
/Teeny tiny edits made 04.01.23/
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In the wake of yet another attack, Hermann is expecting Newt to come back from Lima with his usual agglomeration of Kaiju eyeballs and skin samples.
Instead, he comes back with a baby.
This really isn't Hermann's area of expertise.
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Hermann is a polyglot. Newt has an oral fixation.
Things go about as well as you'd expect.
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Hermann’s given up on there being any chance of separating Newton from the Kaiju that has... infected him. And even if he hadn’t, the decision's been made for him. It's out of his hands, and there’s nothing left that he - one man, laid low by the most indescribable heartache - can do to save him. The PPDC are turning off the lights.
The one thing Hermann will not do is let him go into the darkness alone.
But then, hope was always a funny thing.
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It's been a year since Kenny's death, and Carolyn has (not) coped well. Eve drops by, having kept her distance since what happened at Paul's, and tensions begin to rise as the two women wrestle towards an honest conversation.
𝘌𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳. “𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘱 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦.
“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘯’𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳,” 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘺𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵, “𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐’𝘮 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 ‘𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘱 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴’.”
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A character study of the enigmatic Carolyn Martens.
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The Depths of the Ocean by IssyLily
Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
17 May 2019
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“𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥,” 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯. “𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳… 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦… 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰.”
Jaime goes to King's Landing, and does what he has to. Realising that he is going to die, he makes sail for the island of Tarth, to go back to Brienne to see her one last time.
Fix!It fic for 8x05.
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After everything they had been through, the only certainty in Joyce Byer's life was that Jim Hopper would always pick up the phone when she called.
Until the night he didn't.
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The Silver Lining by IssyLily for A.K.
Fandoms: Mortal Instruments Series - Cassandra Clare
06 Apr 2016
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"Reaching down, slowly and precisely, he captured the hair between his forefinger and thumb, holding it delicately as one does with a flower petal. His eyebrows furrowed into a frown, and he called out to Magnus, who was preening in the bathroom and applying his eyeliner."
Alec keeps finding grey hairs, but they're certainly not his.
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oh the mighty arms of atlas by IssyLily for A.K.
Fandoms: Mortal Instruments Series - Cassandra Clare
01 Apr 2016
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"The fight had been bitter and hostile and worst of all lengthy – after a while, they traversed onto other subjects, picking at all the little imperfections between them, until their words devolved into petty insults without meaning but with damnable consequence. Alec had told him he couldn't believe anyone so selfish could have lived so long, and Magnus had left."
Magnus and Alec don't often fight, but when they do, they do it properly.
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Magnus knows he's left it almost too late, and yet despite his want to appear bitter and uncaring, he cannot bring himself to let Alexander Lightwood go without a fight. A quick lie that no one believes gets him into the Institute the night before Alec's wedding, but Magnus knows that only the truth will do.
He's just not sure what the truth is yet.
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yours is the cloth, mine is the hand by IssyLily for A.K.
Fandoms: Mortal Instruments Series - Cassandra Clare
16 Mar 2016
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After Max is killed during the first attack on Alicante, Alec tries to uphold his grief as a true Shadowhunter should. And yet, he cannot follow what his father has taught him, only his heart.
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"This time, it was all on him. If he hadn’t engaged Audrey, if he hadn’t gotten her so tangled into his dangerous crime-solving web, then there would have been no reason to want her gone. If he had told her no from the start and broken her little heart and had her hate him for humiliating her and isolating her, then she would be miserable, and he would be miserable, but at least he would wake up tomorrow morning and she would be there to despise him."
AU: Cooper is distraught when he discovers that Audrey is the third victim of the unknown killer terrorizing Twin Peaks. Later that night, in his dreams, he is able to partly reconcile his guilt, and more importantly, the mistake that he made in keeping certain things secret.
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my mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun by IssyLily for A.K.
Fandoms: Parks and Recreation
18 May 2015
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He pauses again, and she’s taken aback. She waits for him to continue, wanting to bask in the unexpected depth to his words. He obliges her, and suddenly the words that had dripped like a leaking faucet come crashing out like a tidal wave along the coast. “Red is being sat in front of a fire, hands outstretched, the sound of wood spitting out sparks and hissing coal. Red is cinnamon and berries at Christmas, hiding inside from the snow as it tumbles down and ruins the back garden and your favourite potted plants. Red is singing Danger Zone in your living room with a glass of wine with your best friend on a Friday night.”
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'“Get out Alec,” Magnus hissed sharply.
He looked as bad a mess as Alec felt. He sported only a pair of black boxers, and an unbuttoned striped shirt (one that looked suspiciously like the shirt Jace had bought him for Christmas last year). His jet black hair was set in the usual style, but it was battered where Magnus had slept on it. His usual eye make-up was vaguely wandering away from his eyelids, blue eye shadow above his eyebrows, and eyeliner spreading towards his temples, grey from age.'Alec tries to find his feet after the events of Lost Souls. Eventually, he finds his way back to Magnus' appartment, but what he is greeted by by no means soothes his guilty soul.
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"The moment the young man had left the vicinity, Dean broke into shattered tears. He placed his hand across his eyes and nose to hide the noise, but it cracked through anyway, and vicious tears streaked down his withered cheeks. He was just a pathetic old man, with no one to call his own. The ache seemed to swallow him up; he missed his old life. He missed being with Sammy, and being with Cas, and with Bobby. He missed not being alone every day of his life. He missed the people he cared about. He missed the angel he had once loved, and really never stopped loving."
At the end of his mortal life, Dean Winchester tracks down the one remaining image of the angel who redeemed him from Hell. What awaits him there, and the events that transpire, could only be called miraculous.
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Hannibal turned to look at Will directly, and gripped the handle of the metal sheen very tightly. "Will, do you trust me?" he asked softly, soothingly, achingly politely, like he was telling a child a nursery rhyme.
Trust was a heavy handed word. It came attached to many other things - love, friendship, relationships, heartbreak, anxiety and betrayal. Trust was something Will Graham did not give out willingly, or to a large amount of people. He did not trust Jack Crawford. He did not trust Abigail Hobbs. He did not trust Freddie Lounds (although she had given him no reason to). He did not trust Beverly Katz or any other of the forensics team. He only half trusted Alana Bloom.
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Oh Captain, My Captain by IssyLily
Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), Star Trek
29 Jun 2013
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"His hand still stings from where he punched Spock a few hours earlier. He didn't mean to do it, but he was just so enraged. Jim was…dead…he was dead, goddammit, and the man couldn't even give him the decency of calling him by his name. He had been there whilst he died, and he couldn't call him Jim. His jaw still twitched at the thought.
But he needed to patch this up. More than likely the Vulcan would deem his apology unnecessary, and tell him the whole ordeal had been down to his 'heightened emotional state' (which would piss him off more), but it's what Jim would have wanted.
Dammit, he was already thinking about him in past tense.
Oh Jim, he thought softly, Jim, I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry that you had to die alone."
McCoy and Spock have a conversation.
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The next time Dean thought was when his lips collided with Castiel's, and a pleasant coppery tang spread across his tongue. Whether it was the adrenaline of a last night, or the revelation of love, he couldn't help it. His eyes clamped shut, and his hands roamed up towards Cas' face, curving around the contours of his cheekbones, and resting on the back of his neck, fingers twisted in his deep brown hair. Desperation and senselessness overpowered him, and he attacked like a bird of prey, swooping down and catching Castiel's bottom lip, toying with it, biting it harshly, kissing him in a blaze of fire and death and despair.
Then he realized what he was doing.