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X-Files Collector’s Edition: Car Accidents, Injuries, and Fluff-- Oh My!

A catch-all for car accidents: injuries, angst, fluff, humor, and confessions.

I’m not an angst connoisseur; but these passed my limited litmus test; and are shoved into as close-to-authorial-chronological order as I can make them.

@thatfragilecapricorn30‘s Holistic Medicine (Tumblr link)

““Even in the low lighting Mulder could see that the sharpness had returned to her face as she pivoted to serious Dr. Scully mode and he was determined to soften those edges once again.

“Like I got hit by a car,” he said with a chuckle.

“Very funny,” she said, trying to sound stern but it didn’t work because she was fighting a small smile. There is it, he thought.””

Set sometime in Season 3-- Mulder wakes from his car accident, intent on picking up Scully’s mood. Amused by her presumed bossiness, and moved by her weariness, he insists she can’t sleep in the hospital chair. The nurse just lets them be.

Sheryl Nantus/Sheryl Martin’s (FFN) Angels (Gossamer link)

“"While I won't say that there aren't such... possibilities... I won't agree with you based on a fuzzy image that could be easily faked."

He grinned. "You're such a skeptic.””

Set post-Irresistible and pre-Revelations, Mulder and Scully are flippant about an angel case, until something saves her from a near-fatal fall into traffic.

Forte’s Semaphore (also at TheBasementOffice)

“"Until I was in high school, whenever my father was away at sea, I'd watch for the 'angels'. Imagine that they had a message for me from Ahab." She looked up, gazing out the windshield again, and shook her head. "I know that makes no sense, but..."

Mulder felt the back of his throat tighten, picturing a Samantha-aged Scully sitting on her back porch at twilight, searching the sky. It makes perfect sense, Scully, he thought.”

Set sometime post FTF-- Mulder and Scully are run off road by unmarked vans and helicopters. As he lies on the brink of death, Scully begs him to live. From there, the story is a trip-and-a-half, hanging together by morse-code messages.

Ten’s Beneath the Surface

“I knew what had happened to my Mulder and that I would do whatever it took to stop him driving out of here.

I considered pulling my gun on him...no telling how he'd react... Then he deliberately moved the car forward, just a foot, hoping I'd instinctively skitter back. I swallowed and held firm. Again. And again. The car slowly moved forward and bumped my knees.”

Beginning AU--Scully wakes, determined to not let anything hinder their relationship anymore. Mulder begins acting bizarre, erratic, angry, caustic-- and she realizes, almost too late, that he has a compounding and serious injury.

Jamie Lyn’s Full Moon, Near-Death, and Things Left Unfinished

““We were just sitting in it, Scully, and now it’s gone. And here we are, on a bridge, cold and wet, with no car. But you’re right. Why don’t you call the car, and then I’ll call the car, and we’ll see if it comes to one of us.” “This isn’t funny.” “Oh, come on. I think it’s a little funny.”

Scully’s bad Halloween is topped off when she and Mulder are plowed into the afterlife at an intersection. He convinces her they’re in limbo and must resolve regrets in their lives. Great banter gives way to tenderness as IVF failure is brought up gently... but in typical fashion, it’s all washed away when they wake.

(Note: I set IVF arc-- depending on my mood-- between late S5 and early S6.)

@tatooedlaura-blog/tatooedlaura/Laura Sprys’s

Your place or mine- Chapter 6

“Scully looked paler than he’d seen her in a long time, her head stitched up and her face bandaged, dried blood still plastering her hair to her scalp in spots but underneath all the evidence of the accident was Scully, smiling at him as best she could.

He was apologizing profusely as he approached her, Maggie narrowly getting out of the way of his speeding form and awkwardly held arm. Knowing now that her daughter would be okay, she had trouble hiding her smile at the pair but luckily, neither of them took any notice of her at all.”

Dating?-- Set sometime after Agua Mala, Mulder watches, horrified, as Scully is sawed out of bad car wreck. Following ER ride and surgery prep, he is left to Maggie to keep him in line until Scully wakes. Maggie is redirected, and duo recall their “love is” joke.

Part 4 of a series, but this dealt specifically with car wrecks. T-Red is a classic.

The Comfort of the Place

“When he couldn't find her, a sudden cold settled in his gut. Heading around to the front of the car, his stomach heaved at the sight of his partner lying about 15 feet from him, her head bleeding against the parking block she had cracked it on.

Next to her instantly, all Mulder could do was stroke her cheek as the ambulance sirens blared in the distance and his heart shattered into a million pieces.”

Dating-- Scully has been in a coma for 2 months after driver hit her on sidewalk. Mulder haunts the hospital, unless Maggie shoos him off for sleep or Skinner forces him out of town on a case. Scully is usual, snarky self when she wakes.

Always Been Yours

“He let them in with his key and locked the door securely behind. Scully was standing in the middle of the living room, not comprehending the fact she was even home. Mulder walked over to her and asked softly, "do you want to lay down for awhile?"

She looked up at him in confusion and recognizing the expression on her face, he managed to get her to the linoleum in the kitchen before she threw up. That first round hit both her and Mulder but in the very brief interim before her stomach exploded again, he got her to the kitchen sink, where he held her head and waited for the storm to pass.”

S7 AU-- Maggie has been tragically killed in car accident, and Mulder supports Scully as she shuts down, then breaks down. Charlie’s friendly, and Bill becomes more civil seeing how affected Scully is.

(I skip the ~spicy~ ending, so heads-up for the like-minded.)

@dashakay‘s (Ao3, Gossamer) Dana In Wonderland

“Tired, that's what I am. I need rest. It's just like sleep, drifting off.

Some words make sense. Dana. Then I realize, that's my name. I am Dana. “

Dating-- Scully and Mulder were on their way home on Christmas Eve, when all is halted by bad car accident. Now, her consciousness flits between reality and subconscious processing, trying to sort out what happened.

Dawn’s Last Kiss

“"Of course I am. When did you stop believing in those extreme possibilities, Fox?"

Mulder pressed his throbbing head to his knees. "I didn't, Mom. I just stopped believing in you."“

Post Closure-- TBH, I can’t remember first half; BUT Mulder and Scully get into bad car wreck in freezing temperatures. When Mulder comes to, he can’t feel her pulse and rushes, panicked, into the snow. Teena appears as a specter, helps to heal the hurt he still feels, and redirects him back. Skinner finds both, saves them, and is appalled Mulder thinks Scully is dead. Happy ending.

One Shots of Unspecified Timelines

Caraphernellic’s Warning Signs

“Storm warning sirens begin in the distance, the sound eerie and invoking a shiver in Scully. She doesn’t know why the sound feels like an omen.”

Mulder and Scully’s car is flooded, and she is filled with a sense of foreboding. Mulder is lured away trying to save girl and almost drowns. The girl vanishes.

Carol Jenner’s Second Chances

““Does he look dead?"

"From the nurses say, he will be. Soon." Or what, you'll help me?

"If he isn't dead by the end of the week, kill him. Got it? And don't screw it up this time."

I can't believe they're having this conversation by my bedside, where anyone can hear. This is just too B- movieish. Story of my life.”

Mulder on deathbed from horrific accident; but his soul is trapped in his hospital room with a sharply-practical old man as roommate. Detached from everyone, he’s given up even trying to stay alive... until he hears a threat on Scully’s life. Perfectly snarky and touching.

thetruthwebothknow1′s My December

“The pile of blankets fell at her feet, Skinner found himself kneeling beside her at the bed placing his large warm hands over her own shaking ones, as they both contemplated the disturbed and ragged flesh in front of them. Mulder's eyes found his all of a sudden; they were huge with pain and bore deeply into his own.”

Mulder is dug out from horrific crash by Skinner and Scully. They only have an isolated cabin for shelter, and inadequate supplies for immediate necessary surgery. What follows is an angst fest for all: 2 hours of Scully digging barbed-wire out of Mulder, unmedicated, while Skinner tries to keep him in place and sane. And then... Santa arrives and erases it all. As he does.

AUs or Canon-Divergent

BrandonD.Ray’s There’s No Place Like Home (also on Raytracings)

“Mulder's lips compressed and he shook his head. "No. No, he got away. I'm sorry, Scully. I was so worried about you that I didn't manage to get the license number. I'm sorry," he repeated, reaching out and taking one of her hands in both of his.

"License number?"“

Never Again AU-- Scully wakes in hospital, mortified at her actions. Mulder’s confused; and both realize Ed Jerse had been a pain-killer induced dream.

@foxmuld3r/Robin_Outlaw99′s Things you said while driving (Ao3)

“She didn’t see the car until it was too late, until it crashed into Mulder’s side of the car, shattering the window and causing Mulder to swerve to avoid more damage.”

Post Redux ii AU-- Mulder is the adopted son of Skinner and is happily dating Scully after her remission. Both have plans to celebrate once they’ve wrapped up a few rough cases, but life hits them fast.

Ten’s The Fallout From Arcadia

“"Um, I think you need some rest, okay?"

He turned away from me painfully to lie on his right side, drilling a hole through the window with his gaze.

"We're married," he repeated in a 'that's the end of the matter' tone. "We're MARRIED."“

Arcadia AU-- Right as the duo were about to leave Arcadia, Mulder saves a young boy from being hit by a car... and wakes, believing he is Rob and Scully is Laura. The ensuing drama-- hysterically written, I might add-- is gold. (Note: I skip the ~spicy~ ending, because that’s not my preference.)

f--thiss--’s You’re It- Chapter 7

“Alarm bells went off in Scully's head as she realized that this man at the wheel is not stable enough to even carry on a conversation, let alone provide her information. "Please, Mr Lucas, remember why you called me here?"

"You haven't answered my questions, Agent!" He all but screamed.”

Post Amor Fati AU-- Scully has shut down emotional side following Mulder’s purposeful blind trust in Diana, who hasn’t died and is trying to get him back. On a case, Scully leaves with possible suspect and barely escapes from his car collision. Mulder rushes over, horrified he could have lost her. (Part of series.)

@blackcoffeeandteardrops’s Signs of Light

“She’d been in a car accident while working a case, a case that he’d convinced her had been worth it, but once she’d been released from the hospital things hadn’t entirely improved.”

S11 AU-- Since Scully was in a car accident, she’d been getting bad headaches. She finally collapses; and, to Mulder’s dismay, her nose bleeds. He refuses to promise not to run off for a cure if necessary, despite her pleas. Jackson joins them, admits his love, and refuses to leave when results are read.

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nottsangel · 1 month

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the red means i love you — r.c.

pairing: dark!rafe cameron x dark!reader

warnings: 18+ smut, murder, vaginal sex, extreme violence, stabbing, blood, knifeplay (carving), bloodplay, possessive and obsessive behaviour (reader and rafe), fingering, hair pulling, slight spanking, toxic relationship, reader and rafe are both fucked in the head

word count: 5k

summary: in a relationship fueled by hidden obsession and jealousy, you and your boyfriend are more alike than you initially thought.

moodboard // m.list // blurbs m.list // taglist

You hummed along to the song blasting from your speakers, stretched out on your stomach while absentmindedly scrolling through TikTok, your long nails tapping against the screen. With your boyfriend away on their annual family vacation, you were left restless and bored. Since you started dating him a year ago, you've spent practically every moment together, causing your hobbies and personal interests to gradually fade, along with your sense of individuality. He was the centre of your world, everything in your life revolved around him— you were willing to go to any lengths for him, and you knew he would do the same for you. What you both didn’t know, was how far you would be willing to go for each other.

Yawning while watching the nth slime scoopability video on your TikTok for you page, a notification popped up on your phone— rafe_cameron posted a new picture! You instantly tapped on it, having notifications turned on for a reason only to find a photo of your boyfriend on a yacht, clad in nothing but his blue swimsuit. Fuck. His defined abs, the tight shorts showing his bulge through the fabric, his hair messy and slightly wet— you instantly felt an ache between your legs, prompting you to rub your thighs together.

Though it had only been a few days since you had last seen him, his absence weighed heavy and the picture didn’t help. You found yourself analysing every single detail of the picture, but your focus kept going back to his bulge as you could practically feel his cock filling you up so perfectly like he does every night again, except for tonight. You were desperately craving his touch, and just as you were about to reach your hand into your shorts to relieve the achy feeling, your mood was ruined when you checked the comment section.

oliviaprentiss4: looking good Cameron! 😍

Bang. You threw your phone aggressively at the wall while letting out a piercing scream as your breaths grew shallow and fast, anger coursing through your veins. Fucking bitch. Of course it’s Olivia, who goes after your man every chance she gets. Despite Rafe's constant assurances that she's just a friend and nothing more, as a girl yourself, you can't help but notice the subtle flirtations — the way she twirls her blonde locks while gazing up at him with fuck-me eyes whenever they talk. You're not stupid.

You fixed your gaze intently on the wall, attempting to collect your thoughts and calm your breathing as a plan dawned upon you. Swiftly grabbing the lip gloss from the bedside table next to you, you hastily reapplied it before gathering your phone from the ground and switching to the camera app. You raised your phone in the air, pushing your tits up and pulling your top down just a tad bit, leaving nearly nothing to the imagination as you snapped a few pictures while switching poses.

Brandon is gonna fucking love these, you thought to yourself while scrolling through your camera roll, referring to a fratboy you met at a party before you started dating Rafe. You hooked up with him once, seeing him as nothing more than just a one-night stand, but he became obsessed with you after that— replying to your Instagram stories daily and asking you to hang out at least once a week. You knew he would comment if you posted a few sexy pics, and you were right.

brandontheman: cute top, but im more interested in whats under it ;)

You bit your lip as an amused but sinister smile spread across your face, knowing it would infuriate Rafe. Clicking back on his profile to check the new picture once more, you noticed new comments had been added. Your smile abruptly vanished as you glanced at Rafe's comments section again, feeling the anger that had started to subside returning with force.

rafe_cameron: @ oliviaprentiss4 Thanks liv.

Liv. He fucking calls her Liv. Fucking asshole. You muttered curses under your breath, fists clenching as your breathing quickened and your jaw tightened again. He could've simply ignored her. Or deleted her comment. Or blocked her when you started complaining about the bitch four months ago. But no— the fucking idiot calls her Liv, for everyone to see, including you.

With hands trembling from sheer rage, you redirected your attention to your phone before switching profiles. rafe_cameron. Now, you wouldn't exactly label yourself as toxic for having his profile logged in on your phone. You're just, you know, keeping an eye on him, with the best intentions after all. Even though he was unaware that you peeked into his phone to get his password when he was showering. Hmm. Okay, maybe you were a little toxic, you can admit that much. But being toxic means being smart so you went to settings and disabled notifications, ensuring Rafe wouldn’t suspect a thing before tapping on his chat with Olivia.

As you scrolled through the chat, nothing new caught your eye, which didn't come as a surprise given that you checked his profile on a daily basis. It was the usual— Olivia showering him with compliments whenever he posted a picture of himself, and him graciously thanking her. You shook your head in disbelief, your jaw tensing with anger at his consistent responses to her. She was a big problem— a serious threat to your relationship, and you desperately needed to get rid of her. You took a deep breath, hoping your plan would succeed, before typing out a message.

rafe_cameron: hey liv.

oliviaprentiss4: hey rafey!

Rafey. Oh, this bitch really wants to die.

rafe_cameron: my girlfriend is out of town tonight. wanna come over?

oliviaprentiss4: sounds good! I’ll be there at 9!! 🤍

Not a girl’s girl, huh? You scoffed at how easily she agreed to a man cheating on his girlfriend, yet a small smile tugged at your lips as it seemed that your plan was starting to take work. Now you just had to figure out how to get inside Tannyhill, but let’s be real— breaking in is the easiest part of it all.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting eerie shadows across the Cameron’s estate except for a few lights that you hastily switched on when you arrived five minutes before nine. It was quiet; the only sounds in the eerie mansion were the ticking of a clock and a few birds chirping outside.

You were impatiently sitting on the couch, waiting for Olivia, with your knee bouncing up and down— not from nerves though, but rather, excitement. A wicked grin spread across your face as you heard the doorknob turn, followed by cautious footsteps on the wooden floor. Olivia gasped audibly when she spotted you, her face flushing bright red as she stumbled over her words, too stunned to articulate a coherent sentence.

“I- Sorry, Rafe said- I mean. I thought you wouldn’t-“ “You thought what, exactly? That you could fuck my boyfriend without me knowing? God, you really are such a stupid, fucking bitch.”

Your words hit her hard, causing her to freeze in place as she fiddled with her fingers nervously. She realized she fucked up bad when she caught the insane, psychotic glare in your narrowed eyes, which was filled with unmistakable hatred directed at her. It sent shivers down her spine— she came to the stark realization that you were more than simply a jealous girlfriend; she was fearing for her life.

You rose from the couch and marched towards her, causing her to take steps back in panic, her eyes widening in terror. But you were quicker, consumed by rage. She cried out in agony as you seized a handful of her blonde hair, and violently hauled her towards the ground until she smashed into the floor with a loud thud.

“Tsk, so many men, and still, you had to choose mine. Dumbest decision you could make, Liv. And you’re gonna fucking regret it.” You hissed as you straddled her. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling disoriented from her head hitting the floor as she confusedly gazed up at you. It was over for her. You knew it, she knew it. The poor girl gulped when you took a knife out of your back pocket— the pocket knife that Rafe bought you to defend yourself from men. Oh, if only he knew. Thank you baby, best present ever.

“Here’s what I’m gonna do. I will use this cute little knife to stab you, okay? Not just once though, no, there’s no fun in that.” Now, this was the moment where she broke down in tears, pleading for you to let her go. You revelled in the sense of power, devoid of any trace of empathy, as you observed the girl's panicked state with streaks of mascara running down her face. What the fuck did she expect? It’s the consequences of her own actions.

You gripped her face tightly, sharp nails pressing into her skin as you forced her to meet your gaze, her eyes wide with fear and brimming with tears as they met yours. She was frozen in place, paralyzed by an overwhelming sense of dread. “Hey, hey, just shut up for a moment and let me do my thing, okay? This is my moment and I can’t have you fucking it up. I’ve been looking forward to this.”

You paused and slowly closed your eyes, savouring the momentary bliss until Olivia interrupted you, prompting an irritated exhale and forcing your eyes to reopen. “Let me go, please! I wasn’t even gonna do anything with him! I promise!” she attempted and pleaded for one last time, despite knowing deep down that it wouldn't change anything. Your hatred was too strong, as evidenced by your eyes— the psychotic look on your face caused goosebumps to form all over her body.

“You think…” you started, breath quickening in growing anger as your jaw tensed, shaking your head and snickering in disbelief, “…you can fucking LIE TO ME?” you screamed before raising the knife in the air, not wasting any more time as she only fuelled your rage further, followed by bringing it back down, right into her chest next to her silver necklace with the letter ‘O’ attached to it. She let out a piercing scream out of agony before you quickly pulled the knife out, blood spurting in every direction possible just like in slasher movies, making you forget for a moment that this was real life. You were so caught up in the moment— it felt therapeutic in a way to finally release all of your pent-up rage.

“Don’t” stab. “touch” stab. “my” stab. “man, Liv.” stab, stab, stab.

Your heart raced as you witnessed the life drain from her ocean-blue eyes, a rush of power and exhilaration consuming you as you smiled down at her with a manic glint in your eyes. You experienced a strange sense of peace along with a wave of relief washing over you. Problem solved.

Standing up again, you had to steady yourself as you felt slightly lightheaded with adrenaline rushing through your body. You wiped the remaining blood from your face with your shirt before hearing a faint scream coming from upstairs, making you gasp as your heart beat out of your chest. What the fuck? You were convinced that no one was home, the entire Cameron family on their yearly vacation far, far away.

The screams came to an abrupt halt followed by a loud thud before hearing a person grunt, as if they were struggling while carrying something heavy. Fuck fuck fuck. This was when you started to panic. Whoever it was coming down the stairs right now was about to witness you fully covered in blood with a fucking dead body lying next to you on the floor. It was over.

“Shit man… why’s it never the skinny, short guys she fuckin’ falls for?” you heard a familiar voice complain, making you blink your eyes a few times as you saw your boyfriend descend the stairs while dragging a lifeless body behind him. “…Rafe?” you uttered, making him snap his head to the side, startled by your sweet-laced voice calling out his name.

First, his gaze fell on you, locking his blue eyes with yours, both widening in shock while staring at each other. Oh, he really fucked up, he thought, until he noticed the corpse next to you with the knife in your right hand, fresh blood dripping from it onto the floor. He then turned to face the body he was dragging down the stairs, blinking several times as he attempted to process the bizarre situation.

“Oh shit. We’re like that one Spiderman meme, babe.” you chuckled, cocking your head to the side as you watched the body comically fall down each step with a thud, leaving a trail of fresh blood behind. Rafe looked at you in astonishment, before his face quickly turned into one of absolute fury with nostrils flaring and his eyes narrowing. You knew that look on your boyfriend’s face— he was about to freak the fuck out. “ooohh my god, oh my god… what— what the FUCK are you doing?!”

Your face instantly dropped as you scoffed at the hypocrisy, “What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck are YOU doing?” you hurriedly marched towards him, casually stepping over the girl’s lifeless body with the bloody knife still in your right hand. With your faces merely inches away, you stared into his enraged, narrowed blue eyes before turning your attention to the body resting against the stairs. Brandon. The poor boy has been beaten to death with what you assume Rafe’s baseball bat, which has been sitting in the corner of his room untouched for quite some time, always leaving you wondering why he still had that thing. Well, that question was answered now. Brandon’s face was nearly unrecognisable, it was not a nice sight. He was covered in blood from head to toe, and it was clear Rafe used Brandon’s body to get all his aggression out.

Your attention was then drawn to the once-white carpet he was standing on, which was now ruined and completely covered in blood. “Oh, and real smart, Rafe. Letting a body bleed all over your fucking carpet. What are you gonna tell your family, huh?” You snorted, taking in the mess that Rafe had made all over the house.

“That’s… that’s what you’re fuckin’ worried about here!? Just… I— I don’t know, say you were on your period or some shit, jesus.” he rolled his eyes and shook his head, obviously not thinking about the fucking carpet right now as his mind raced with a thousand thoughts while squinting his eyes, still trying to figure out who the body was on the other end of the room.

“Is that— is that Oliv-“ “ON MY PERIOD, RAFE?! I’D BE FUCKING DEAD ALREADY IF THAT’S HOW MUCH I BLEED EACH MONTH, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!”

Rafe briefly closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, attempting to block out your exasperating voice but failing miserably as it was the only thing he could hear at that moment. His breathing accelerated and his eyes narrowed as his frustration reached its boiling point, his vision blurred with a red haze of anger before punching a hole in the wall, the impact echoing throughout the room, sending shockwaves of sound outward. “FUCK! Why do you— why you always gotta fuck things up for us, huh? Can’t you just be a normal fucking girlfriend for once? Jesus fucking christ.”

A normal girlfriend? Your heart shattered into a thousand pieces at his words. Each syllable fell like a knife to the heart, leaving you more vulnerable and hurt. In that moment, you realized with a sense of sorrow that no matter how much you loved him, it would never be enough. Tears from sheer rage and heartache began to well up in your eyes as your grip on the knife tightened. You felt so misunderstood— why couldn’t he just see that no girl could ever love him the way you do? That everything you do is for him?

“I— I did this for you, Rafe, for us. Can’t you fucking see that? She was gonna— fuck— she was gonna ruin what we have!” you spoke in a trembling but urgent voice, swaying the knife in front of his face as blood splattered all over the walls, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “I’d do anything for you, you hear me? ANYTHING! Nothing is ever gonna get between us, Rafe. And no one— no one will ever love you more than I do.” His eyes were eerily still, devoid of any trace of humanity, as he stood frozen, listening to your ramblings. It only fuelled your rage more, as you so desperately tried to get it through his head that you did it for him, with the best intentions, but Rafe gave no reaction.

“I just— I just don’t get it… How the FUCK is this my-“ you continued with tears streaming down your face but gasped when you were abruptly interrupted by Rafe grabbing your face, leaving a red blood imprint on your cheek before pushing you against the cold wall followed by his lips meeting yours in a fervent urgency. His body was pressed against yours with his hand gripping the back of your head, pushing you deeper into him to intensify the kiss as your tongues danced together. At that moment, all your surroundings melted away as you were lost in the overwhelming need for each other.

Because oddly, it turned him on— your insanity turned him on. It stirred a sensation of warmth, a tingling feeling, and a deep sense of gratitude within him. Knowing someone loved him to the point of being willing to do anything for him, even if that meant killing— that was all Rafe needed in his lonely existence, longing for someone to love him with the same intensity he felt for them. Rafe Cameron just needed to be loved.

“You’re— you’re… fuckin’ perfect.” Rafe whispered, his voice laced with an unfamiliar sweetness as his blue eyes intensely gazed into yours. Perfect? You blinked a few times as you shook your head, unable to process the sudden change in demeanour. “W-what?” you stared at him before he cupped your face with both hands, a look of solace and devotion on his blood-stained face. “Listen to me, yeah? ‘m never gonna let you go, I fuckin’ promise that. I’d do anything for you— anything, you hear me? Gonna take good fuckin’ care of my girl, a’ight?”

A relieved smile graced your lips, a chuckle escaping as you found comfort before you leaned in to kiss him once more, the embrace deeper and more intense than before, filled with longing and desire. He pushed you towards the couch, making you stumble backwards while feeling more aroused with each step you took. It was a bizarre scene— both of you covered in fresh blood, hungrily touching every part of each other’s bodies, with two corpses on the floor next to you, still bleeding all over. But that wasn’t any of your concern at that moment. All you cared about was how his skilled hands moved over your skin, making you crave him even more.

Rafe, on the other hand, felt he still had something to prove— as if murdering a man wasn’t enough. He needed you to know how good he could make you feel. He needed you to understand that no man on this planet could treat you better than him. You could see it in his lustful eyes as he pushed you back on the couch, followed by him crawling on top of you and attacking your still blood-covered neck with hungry kisses. The ticklish feeling of Rafe’s mouth made you giggle as the metallic tang of blood flooded his senses, coating his tongue with an iron bitterness that lingered long. He didn’t know whose blood it even was, maybe both of theirs together mixed with yours, by the way he was so aggressively biting and sucking on your skin.

“Mine. All fuckin’ mine. Got it?” he snarled as he withdrew and grasped your face tightly, forcing you to look him into his intense eyes. You agreed with a nod, flashing a naughty smile as you gazed up at him coyly through your lashes. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Don’t wanna go around killin’ the entire neighbourhood.” He growled, before trailing his lips to your earlobe, gently sucking on it as his expensive cologne filled your nostrils. “But I will if I have to.” His voice raspy as he spoke, making you become wetter with each passing second.

“Hm, i don’t doubt that.” You remarked before a moan escaped your lips caused by Rafe’s hand groping your tits under your shirt, massaging them over the laced bra that he bought for you. “But know that I would kill the entire female population of the Outer Banks.” He couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle, still wrapping his head around just how insane his girlfriend truly was. “You’re so fucked in the head, shit.“ he whispered, pulling your bra down and toying with your nipples, making you bite your lip, “Just how I like it.”

Rafe then grabbed the knife from where you had dropped it next to the couch, skilfully twirling it a few times. You observed him with a rush of anticipation, uncertain of his intentions. He slid the knife beneath your top, eliciting a gasp as he swiftly sliced through the fabric, ruining your clothes, before repeating the action with your shorts.

“Rafe, what the fuck!” You hissed in annoyance as he destroyed your clothes. “Those were my favourites! Oh, don’t you fucking dare do the same with my underwear” It was evident he wasn't taking you seriously, the smug smile on his face only grew bigger before he slipped the knife under your bra and cut it open as well in one swift motion.

“Don’t be fuckin’ stupid. You know I can buy you anything you want, yeah?” Your lace underwear was next, leaving you inwardly agitated as he cut the fabric and flung it across the room. Seeing your dejected expression, he released an exasperated sigh. “Stop with the whining. I’ll take you shopping tomorrow, a’ight?”

He seized you by the hips and quickly turned you around, pressing your face into the cushion before you could comprehend what was happening as in an instant, you found yourself face down with your ass up, angled towards him. “Fuckin’ soaked already, huh?” He suddenly grabbed a handful of your hair and raised your head, then stuck his blood-covered fingers into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his digits with a mixture of blood and drool running down your chin while feeling his clothed boner press against your bare ass. “Yeah— that’s right baby. Lick my fingers clean like a good fuckin’ girl.” You could feel yourself dripping down your inner thighs before Rafe scooped it up with his now clean fingers and slipped them into you from behind, making you let out a hitched breath at the sudden sensation as you moaned his name.

It didn’t take long for his digits to find your g-spot as he skilfully rubbed against it, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your pornographic moans combined with the wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you made it difficult for him to control himself any longer, so he abruptly pulled out, causing you to whine at the sudden loss of contact. “You bitch! I was so fucking close!” Rafe’s hand reeled back before you felt a stinging pain on your ass, making you jolt forward on the couch. “Watch that fuckin’ mouth if you wanna cum.”

You heard the unbuckling of a belt behind you followed by feeling Rafe’s erection teasing your folds, dragging the tip up and down as his precum mixed with your wetness. Growing increasingly impatient, you tried to push yourself back onto his cock, to no avail as he held your hips firmly. “Aww, poor girl wants it bad, huh?” his voice laced with faux sympathy. “Then beg for it.”

“Rafe just fucking do-“ your words were quickly interrupted by him grasping your hair and leaning down to your eye level. “I said fuckin’ beg for it.”

“Fuck. Please, okay! I need to feel you! Just, please, fuck me” Rafe pushed himself into you in one quick thrust, swallowed by your warmth as he watched his cock disappear into your body. He gave you no time to adjust as he stretched you out completely, causing a brief sensation of pain that was quickly replaced by pleasure. He let out a sigh at the feeling, one hand on your lower back and the other on your hip as he quickly set a brutal pace— deep, erratic thrusts hitting your sweet spots so perfectly. Your nails scraped against the leather of the couch, nearly tearing it apart as you pushed yourself back onto Rafe’s cock, making him grunt at the sight. He massaged your inner walls so perfectly, making you moan his name loudly over and over again.

Rafe suddenly stopped in his tracks, cautioning, “Stay still or this will hurt, like bad, a’ight?”, causing you to furrow your brows in confusion before hearing him reach for the knife once again from next to him, sending a gulp down your throat. You tensed, anticipating the sensation, well aware of what was about to happen, just as you felt the sharp edge of the blade against your delicate skin while he was still balls deep inside of you. “So fuckin’ pretty all covered in blood, shit.” You could feel the letters he was etching into your skin— R.C., his initials. Once he was done, he tossed the knife on the floor before quickly pulling out, causing you to whine at the sudden empty feeling as he leaned down, licking up your blood that was dripping from the fresh wounds, mingling with Olivia's still-stained blood on your skin. “Forever mine.”

Rafe slapped your ass once again, causing you to cry out from the stinging pain of his hand making contact with the fresh carvings on your skin. “Now, where were we?” He slipped into you again as he mercilessly continued his thrusts, strangled noises leaving your mouth at the sudden feeling. He noticed your moans were muffled by the pillow so he grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged it firmly, pulling you back to meet his thrusts.

“Shit, look at ya now. Not so tough anymore, huh?” Rafe groaned as he pounded into you, his brutal thrusts making your eyes roll to the back of your head as your vision started to blur. “Shut— up.” You muttered in between his thrusts, your mind all fuzzy as his tip repeatedly hit your cervix. You clenched around him when he kept hitting that one spot inside you, the pleasure building as you could feel his cock twitching inside you.

You arched your back with your eyes fluttering shut as felt your orgasm approaching. “I’m— I’m so fucking close, oh my god” You moaned out with your mouth agape, nails digging deep into the skin of his arm that was wrapped around your body as the sensation became too much for you.

“Come f’me, doll. Gonna fill you up so fuckin’ good” Rafe’s hand snaked around your body to rub fast circles on your sensitive clit, making you moan loudly as your orgasm abruptly struck you, causing you to clench hard around his cock with buckling knees. All your muscles tensed as you saw stars, a wave of pleasure fully overtaking you with Rafe still pounding into you, chasing his own orgasm. He came not too long after you, slow and drawn-out curses spilling from his lips with his head thrown back as you could feel the familiar pool of warmth fill you up to the brim, completely emptying himself inside of you as his orgasm hit him.

He rode out his high before he carefully pulled out as your chest rose and fell in a frantic rhythm, each breath a struggle to fill your lungs with air while trying to regain your breath. “My pretty, pretty girl.” Rafe praised, staring at your cum-dripping cunt with a grin on his face.

As you opened your eyes, the harsh reality crashed over you like a wave, sending a shiver down your spine at the sight of the lifeless bodies lying across the floor. Panic laced your voice as you turned to face Rafe, desperation evident in your words. "Rafe? What the fuck are we going to do with the bodies?"

His response was surprisingly calm, his tone carrying an unsettling assurance. "Don't worry ‘bout that. I'll take care of it, a’ight?"

The eerie composure in his voice sent a chill down your spine, hinting at a familiarity with murdering that made your stomach churn. "What? How— how do you know how to clean up bodies?"

A sinister smirk crept onto his handsome features, causing you to furrow your brows in confusion and disbelief before his blue eyes stared deep into yours, holding you in their gaze with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. “Princess, what do you think happened to poor Jake last month? And Dylan before that?”

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burningexeter · 10 days

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Now here's something that I think will stick, I have a gut feeling about this.

Here's a huge ass list yet again of everything (as in all of the numerous different kinds of media) that I can see sharing the same universe as Rockstar Games' Red Dead Redemption Duology, that you can both read and see below for yourself with the theme connecting them is the focus on unconventional type of protagonists and ensembles fighting the odds and high stakes:

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• Sergio Leone's The Dollars Trilogy

• The Quentin Tarantino Universe (Django Unchained, The Hateful Eight, Inglourious Basterds, Once Upon A Time In Hollywood, Reservoir Dogs, True Romance, Pulp Fiction, Natural Born Killers, Kill Bill 1 & 2, From Dusk Till Dawn and Curdled)

• Park Chan-Wook's Oldboy

• Kim Jee-Won's I Saw The Devil

• Gore Verbinski's Pirates Of The Caribbean Trilogy

• Julius Avery's Overlord (2018)

• Remedy Entertainment's Connected Universe

• Stephen Sommers' The Mummy (1999)

• HBO's Spawn Trilogy

• Takahiro Omori's Baccano!, Durarara!! and Durarara!! x2

• Sunao Katabuchi's Black Lagoon

• Masayuki Kojima's Monster

• Tetsuro Araki's Death Note and Attack On Titan (the first two seasons)

• Hajime Isayama's Attack On Titan (the Royal Government arc — manga)

• Chris Carter's The X Files Series (First nine seasons, Fight The Future, Millennium and The Lone Gunmen)

• Joss "Yikes!" Whedon's Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Angel

• Tom Fontana's Oz

• David Simon's The Wire

• Damon Lindelof & Carlton Cuse's LOST

• Vince Gilligan's Breaking Bad Trilogy

• Kurt Sutter's Sons Of Anarchy Duology

• Jeff Pinkner & J.H. Wyman's Fringe

• Jenny Clements' Mias and Elle

• Brandon Santiago's Erma

• Travis Knight's Wildwood

#red dead redemption #may I stand unshaken #arthur morgan #john marston #jack marston #rockstar games #dan houser #Youtube #SoundCloud

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murderandcoffee · 5 months

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hi i'm josie and i post about podcasts

podcast(s) I am catching up on: hello from the hallowoods (paused), mabel (paused), the strange case of starship iris

podcasts I am up to date on: the penumbra podcast, malevolent, the magnus protocol (hi I'm the person who named gwen x alice "dyhard" lol), the white vault: goshawk, here lies withered lilies, red valley, derelict, tower 4, spire

podcasts I've listened to fully: the magnus archives, the white vault, wolf 359, the bright sessions, the black tapes, archive 81, the deep vault, the six disappearances of ella mccray, deviser, the very worst thing that could possibly happen, limetown, time:bombs

other things I'm totally normal about: the untamed/mdzs, brandon sanderson's stormlight archive, maggie stiefvater's raven cycle, d&d, taz balance, the dishonored games, until dawn, the mechanisms, kpop, homestuck (sorry), perfume/fragrance, languages/linguistics, art, writing

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my original post/interaction tag is 'bs.txt', my art tag is 'bs.art', and my writing tag is 'my writing' (yeah I don't have a creative tag for that one lmao)

I'm a writer! my current projects are:

-The King's Daughter (fantasy/adventure novel trilogy)

-Auspicious (science-fiction novel duology)

-Radioactive (dystopian science-fiction novel)

-Pages Unturned (fantasy/horror podcast)

please ask me about them. I could talk about them for hours (and have before) <3

I'm 26 and my pronouns are they/he/ae (have fun w/ it idc)

t start date: 4.4.24

if we're mutuals (or if we interact a bunch) feel free to ask for my discord

anyway that's it that's my introduction love you bye

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ilyrafe · 2 years

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𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 ✧ 𝒄𝒉 𝑽𝑰𝑰 (reposted)

pairing: charles brandon x duchess!reader

warnings: angst, abusive behavior

word count: 2,7k

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a/n: hi hello i am a dumbass while deleting a few posts i accidentally deleted the original 7th chapter, but since i still had a google doc with the original story here i am reposting it !

the dry, golden leaves fall from the trees, decorating london’s streets and roads in the first days of september. the wind is cooler, but it is not able to prevent children from continuing to play in the streets of the villages where they live. the days are getting shorter, however, which may be good for some, but less so for others.

charles has been restless since the kiss. it feels like stepping on eggshells, and he hates it, but he knows he can’t pressure the duchess into anything. he still doesn’t know how to read her, so he can’t really tell where she is at, where she stands in relation to him. the duke can’t deny that he finds y/n a bit moody, but compared to king henry, charles knows how to handle her better than his friend and sovereign. there is still a barrier between them, but little by little, the bricks are being removed.

he’s hopeful, though. he’s putting a lot of effort into their relationship - whatever that may be. would he like to be in a romantic relationship with the duchess and live his married life properly? absolutely, but as he gets to know her better, he wouldn’t be upset if they end up being friends. either way, all he wants is to have her in his life.

the duchess remains in conflict with herself. as she documents her journey in her diary, she finds herself wondering if it’s worth putting charles through this, because she knows it’s unfair and that it’s clear he has feelings for her. it’s conflicting and distressing, because she knows she’s giving in little by little. she can’t say she still loves james, but also can’t say she doesn’t, as the memories are still fresh in her mind, and it was those memories that kept her sane during these months of marriage. her head is a mess, and she just wants to be able to breathe in peace, knowing that james will be bitter.

getting close to charles, even out of petulant interest, has been interesting. now they have all three meals together, they go out riding either early in the mornings or after dinner quite frequently, and she feels genuinely comfortable around him. admitting you’re in the wrong is never easy, and despite having apologized to him for being so harsh, she still feels a little guilty and indebted to him. the problem now is that she feels in doubt about her revenge, because she has involved a person who doesn’t deserve to be in the middle of something he has nothing to do with and she knows he’s harboring real feelings for her.

her eyesight is blurry and her eyes are heavy. the duchess stretches, closes her diary and blows out the candle on the table, that gently lightens the spot. the moonlight remains illuminating the room, and as she lies down on her bed, she closes her eyes, praying for strength to go on with the mess she herself created.

(...)

the day dawns just slightly cloudy, the sun decides to appear, although quite shyly..

in his bed, the duke takes a little while longer to get up. today is his birthday, and despite the day being his, it is perhaps the busiest day of the year, as the royal court, his subjects and his friends and family want his attention to congratulate him for another year of life. unlike other years, charles has decided not to celebrate with a party, as a war is imminent and he doesn’t want any more distractions.

after a long delay, charles is finally ready for the busy day ahead. does she know it’s my birthday? he laughs at himself as he finds himself thinking about her again.

when he arrives at the salon for breakfast, he finds the duchess promptly seated, waiting for him. with each passing day she gets more beautiful, and he doesn't know how that's possible. it’s as if she had an angelic aura around her that hypnotizes him. he’s completely head over heels.

“oh, good morning!” she smiles brightly.

“good morning, dear wife. i apologize for taking so long.”

“it’s no trouble.” she shrugs. “um… i hear it’s your birthday today.”

he chuckles as he pours honey into his fruit salad.

“yes, it is.”

“while i find it quite insulting that you didn’t tell me and i found out this morning, i wish you the best.” she says with a shy smile on her beautiful lips, the ones he prays he gets to kiss them again.

“thank you.”

“i assume a party will be held here…?”

“oh, no. not this year.” he explains. “i believe i’m too old for birthday parties,” he says humorously, and she chuckles. “it’s a waste of money and even if i were to host a party, certain people would have to come and we do not want that.”

“oh,” y/n recoils in shame. “i am utterly embarrassed about it.”

“no, please, don’t. my concern is about you, not me. i would never do anything to harm you.” he’s quick to assure her. he places his hand on hers and gives it a light squeeze. “um, i would like to celebrate my birthday, though.” he grins.

a pleasant smile appears in her face, and it’s enough to make his heart skip a beat. “how?”

“tonight, we’ll have dinner.”

“we have dinner every evening.” she chuckles to disguise her confusion.

“i know, but we’ll have a cake, and there’s no one else i’d rather celebrate today with.”

oh.

y/n is taken by surprise by his words. she had no idea her plan would work so quickly.

“alright. i’ll see you tonight, then.”

(...)

his anxiety for dinner makes him feel that time is deliberately passing slowly. as he expected, his day is full of commitments. lots of documents to sign, he has to send his men for training for the imminent war against france, and has to make time to receive gifts and messages from his friends.

on his desk, there is a small print of him with the duchess on their wedding day. charles is standing before the duchess who is sitting on a chair. both have serious expressions on their faces, and even though it’s a painting, he can see his wife’s sad semblant. she was stunning that day, though. her dress was beautiful. although he is glad they are getting along today, he would love for their wedding day to be a happy one. he acknowledges that he wasn’t much satisfied either, and he did expect a loveless marriage, but didn’t anticipate how turbulent the first months would be.

a knock on the door to his office takes him out of his thoughts.

“your grace, your majesty is here.” one guard announces and henry steps into charles’ office.

“my dear friend! i came here to congratulate you on another year of life!” the king exclaims.

“thank you, your majesty.”

“oh, stop that.” henry waves it off, making charles laugh. “what are your plans for today?”

“well, as you can imagine, i have a lot to do.”

“are you not celebrating your birthday?” the king inquiries.

“not this year.” charles sighs as he makes his way to his chair, behind his desk. “we need resources for the war, i don’t think it’s smart to waste it in a party that next year i’ll be celebrating anyways.”

“you speak as if your best friend isn’t the king of england, your grace.”

charles scoffs, quite amused by henry’s way of thinking. the king despises limits; the more, the better. there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to get what he wants. the war was provoked by him, and charles, being the army leader, has to take part in something he loathes, all because he couldn’t bear to lose henry’s love and admiration. not having any siblings alive, henry is the brother he never had.

“we’ll celebrate properly when we come victorious from this war.” charles promises.

“oh, i have no doubt our army is in good hands.” henry smiles. “just so you know, annika has left to sweden, but her husband james is staying. he is already in training and i’ve been told he is excellent. i’m glad he is on our side.”

“um… i’ll keep an eye on him. he’s never been to war before, we don’t want him to die on the field.” charles lies. “if he shows us a good performance, i’ll award him with something.”

“oh, you’re generous, my friend.”

after much research, there’s no way he could keep james out of the war. there is nothing he could say, the king seems to like him a lot. a parasite.

(...)

after a busy and chaotic day, charles finally gets ready for dinner with his wife. he chooses his best clothes and when he goes down to the dining room, he doesn’t find her there. in fact, the table isn’t even set.

“where is y/n?” he asks.

“she is in the garden awaiting for your grace.” a servant says, and her smile tells her that something good is ahead.

charles makes his way to the garden and finds y/n sitting on a smaller table. she looks beautiful as always, her soft blue dress is gorgeous, and her jewels shine when moonlight hits them, giving her a special aura. she’s properly dressed for a party, even though it’s just a simple dinner, but he loves it. the moon is shining bright, and although it is a bit cold, the weather is overall lovely. it’s all perfect.

“i thought you’d forgotten about this.” she laughs.

“i wouldn’t dare.”

they both sit across from each other and the servants begin to serve them. charles is enamored, and he knows he looks stupid.

“i am sorry you weren’t able to have an appropriate birthday celebration,” she laments. “i took the liberty of making a present for you, i hope it is to your liking.”

“what is it?”

charles feels like a boy again, his curiosity always taking over his mind. a servant returns to the table with a small cake in hand. he places it in the center of the table and the duke’s mouth waters. he loves desserts, especially cakes.

“i’ve heard you have a sweet tooth, and that you particularly adore chocolate nut cake, so i decided to bake you one. i hope you enjoy it.”

the duke breaks the little chocolate nut cake and the taste is divine. of all the chocolate nut cakes he’s ever eaten, this one is the best. the best of the best. she can’t help but let out a laugh when she sees the duke sighing and letting out a brief moan of pleasure as he delights himself with the dessert.

after enjoying the cake, both go for a walk through the immense countryside, accompanied by the moon and the glow of the stars. it is increasingly difficult for charles to keep his feelings to himself, and he senses that she may be feeling the same. the change in her behavior is sudden, but it’s a good change. she wouldn’t bake him his favorite cake if she didn’t like him in the slightest… would she?

“i must say, this was the best birthday i’ve had in years. a grand party couldn’t make me as happy.” he says with a grin.

“i am glad to hear that.”

he stops in the middle of the path and holds her hands.

“and i must admit that i didn’t expect to fall in love with you so quickly.”

charles’ heart is in his mouth, because he doesn’t want to be rejected by her, but to his surprise, the duchess smiles. she looks a little shy, but he would dare say she seems happy to hear his confession.

y/n is surprised, as she didn’t think he would admit his feelings so soon. her plan is working out too quickly, which can be worrying.

with the recognition that her goal is getting closer to being achieved, y/n approaches and presses her lips against his. charles wastes no time and matches her advance. her lips taste like wine, which makes him just a tad drunk. both of her hands are pressed against his chest, and even with so many layers of clothing, she can feel his heart pounding. knowing she has a special power over a man like him is tempting, she can’t abuse it.

continuing with the “girl repentant of her mistakes” guise can be tricky, but she got to the crucial part of her plan, and if she’s sincere, it wasn’t exactly difficult, it was just… morally devious.

somehow, y/n has internalized that there is nothing more she can lose. her anguish is so deep that she fails to recognize herself. her sadness and disappointment are so strong that they have left her numb, making her not feel the impact of her actions. although she is fully aware that her plan is petty and childish, it’s the only thing that keeps her alive, and it’s sad that her motivation for living is a deep hatred of both james and herself.

“please, give me a chance. i can make you happy.” he asks in a whisper as he leans his forehead against hers, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers, making her smile again.

for a brief moment she lets herself believe charles’ words. as true as they are, she knows they were only said because of her false intent. it hurts because she had heard those words before, and only suffering followed.

“yes.”

(...)

in her quarters, y/n reflects on the night she had. her head is beyond tormented.

already in her sleeping clothes, she goes to her bed, but a noise at the window disturbs her. as she opens the curtains, she finds james struggling to keep himself on the parapet outside. she needs to stifle a scream that almost escapes her lips. her body shudders, size is the scare she takes.

she opens the window and lets him in, seeing no other option. the man drains and is panting.

“what are you doing here? how did you get in here?” she whispers in desperation.

“i needed to see you, my love.” he gasps. “i missed you terribly.”

he tries to kiss her, but she steps back.

“i am not your love anymore.” she scores. “i thought i was clear enough when i said i do not want to see you ever again.”

“you know you love me, y/n.” james says with conviction, one that is appalling. “i will duel him if necessary to have you back.”

“you have lost your mind.” she scoffs.

james makes himself comfortable on a chair and takes in her room. her room alone is much bigger than the house he planned on acquiring.

“why did you marry a swedish duchess?” she asks.

“i needed to get to you.” he says. “i met annika and as soon as i learned that she was a royal, i made her fall in love with me. it was the only way i could get to you, and for you, i’ll do anything.”

his tone is frightening, only because he’s saying what she has been doing. realizing she’s not much different than him breaks her heart in tiny little pieces.

“does she know about us?”

“no, absolutely not.” he urges. “of course, she found it quite strange when you stormed out of the queen’s birthday party, but it was no trouble, i handled her.”

james’ eyes are troubled, and she’s never seen him like that. for the first time she’s scared of him, and she isn’t so sure if she is that safe around him.

“you are insane.” she says, more to herself than to him. “james, i mean it. we are no longer together. i don’t love you anymore.”

“you’re mistaken, my love.” james insists with a terrifying smile, as he approaches her figure. he holds her in his arms, but her body is frozen in fear. “i promise you. we will be together in the end, y/n. whether you like it or not, we’re meant to be together and you know it.”

“all i know is that i am your worst enemy now, james. not charles, not my father. me. cross my path again and you’ll see what i am capable of.”

outraged, james lets her go and leaves her room by the window, where he came from.

while the duke sleeps happily in his bed, the duchess is unable to shut down her mind for a few moments. now she fears for hers and charles’ safety.

#my writings #henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x reader #Charles Brandon #charles brandon fanfic #charles brandon x reader #charles brandon x you #the tudors

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 8 months

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From the Ashes Pt.18

Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs, Rhaegar POV, canon character death

Words: 2195

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Book Two of Dārilaros hen ōrbar se perzys (Heir of Ash and Fire)

Green flames erupted in the distance making the soldiers murmur loudly as explosions went off one after another. The entirety of the King’s Woods were being consumed in a rapid amount of time.

“Is that. . .”

An outcry of disbelief as it dawned on the army what those green flames were. “Aerys has truly lost his mind!”

Gods. . . It was wildfire.

Ned was near ready to rush in that direction before Robert wraps his arms around him, trapping him against his barrel chest. “No Ned!”

“They’re in there! Brandon and my father! I have to help them!” Snarling like the direwolf on his chest, Ned struggles against Robert’s grip. “Let me go!” The remaining northmen that didn’t go with Rickard and Brandon were equally as nervous about the welfare of their lord and warden.

“That’s not going to happen.” Robert had always been stronger than Ned and he used that to his complete advantage at the moment. “You’ll be dead the moment that shit touches you.”

“They could still be alive.” He doubted his own words, but kArthur held the hope that at least some of the northern men sent out were alive.

Within seconds the wildfire spread over two acres of land and was threatening to cut off Rhaegar’s path to King’s Landing.

Oberyn spits on the ground and glares. “We’re going to have to retreat until this damned fire loses energy.”

“Damn him.” Hisses Griff atop his chestnut horse. He releases the reins in order to throw off his helmet. “If it’s still going by tomorrow Tumbleton could be in danger.”

“What should we do, Your Grace?”

There was absolutely no way in them advancing any further. Not until the wildfire was extinguished.

“For now we switch objectives. Protect the surrounding area and halt the wildfire as much as we can. It can’t go on forever.” Rhaegar shouts out to his troops. “We’ll need sand and lots of it!!”

Brandon couldn’t see out of his right eye as men in black and red dragged him in front of the menacing Iron Throne where Aerys sat. There was so much blood pooling in his mouth that it threatened to drown him if he didn’t spit it out on the ground. Next to him his father Rickard was aggressively shoved to his knees as the Warden of the North glared at Aerys.

Dirty tricks and an ambush had nearly decimated the northern scouts that were sent ahead of everyone else. When the wildfire had first ignited in front of them, Brandon and Rickard were immediately overwhelmed by Aerys’ men who came out of nowhere. To be killed by the Mad King’s soldiers or by wildfire was a tough choice to make. Instead they were taken captive and separated from the rest of their burning comrades. Needless to say that wasn’t an easy task for anyone to accomplish. Rickard Stark was a bear of a man like many from his part of Westeros. Even more difficult when they tried to go after Brandon. Each Stark man put up a good fight that would be worthy of ballads. It was the wildfire that cornered them, spreading faster than any deadly disease. Within minutes, the whole entire area was a sea of green.

“The traitor Lord Stark.” Sneers Aerys as he leaned forward. From where Brandon was, he couldn’t see the lines of blood on the tyrant king’s hands as he accidentally brushed up against his own, sharp, throne. Even Aerys’ own throne no longer wanted him seated there.

Thick, dignified brows grimace in reply as Rickard Stark finally caught his breath. “If it means getting you off of the throne, so be it. I can no longer serve someone like you.”

“So you put in your resignation as Warden of the North.”

“No. There will be no need of Warden of the North. I hereby remove the north from the Seven Kingdoms.”

Rickard’s sincere statement had Aerys silent for a few seconds before he breaks out in laughter. “Awfully presumptuous of you to think you have that kind of power. Torrhen Stark gave up the north to Aegon. He swore fealty and gave up his title as king.” Everyone knew the history of Aegon the Conqueror. It was drilled into all Westerosi children.

Aegon was the one who brought all of Westeros together. United them so that they wouldn’t squabble over land.

Such cold and domineering gray eyes did not flinch at the reminder. They remained full of hate and resentment. “Usurper. This land will always belong to the descendants of the First Men.”

That snapped Aerys out of his snickering. Brandon knew there would be no good outcome. There was only the end. As the Kingsguard dragged Rickard forward, affixing a long chain to his back, Brandon heard himself scream but he was thinking about his siblings. He would never see Ned or Benjen grow into true men. Never get to see Lyanna’s children with Robert Baratheon. Never get to see what his life would be like with Catelyn. Suspended now from the rafters, Rickard still fought even when pyromancers lit a fire beneath his dangling body. Being slowly cooked to death in his own armor, Rickard didn’t cry out in pain. The smell of burning flesh was enough to make Brandon barf had he not been so concerned with getting himself free.

The curse that Rickard bellowed was enough to strike fear into anyone present. “Let your bloody Stranger take you!!”

Brandon howled for vengeance, his grief making him claw at his binds in a frenzy. His sword was mere inches away but a length of rope was hastily wrapped around his neck. He couldn’t see who was holding the other end of his noose as he now strained his fingers for his sword pommel. If only he could dislocate them and make them longer. That little boy inside of him prayed to the Old Gods to help him. But her forgot that the Old Gods held no domain in King’s Landing. There was only one weirwood tree and it was far from him. All of his prayers escaped him through bitter tears and spit that started to accumulate on his beat up lip.

His vision was growing dark as more pressure is applied to his neck. These heathens. They would not honor him with a warrior’s death.

He couldn’t breathe.

The last person he saw before his last attempt at life was Varys hiding away behind a column. Pale white with horror at the scene that was playing out. If there was any sort of justice left in this world, Brandon hoped that Varys would truly aid to the downfall of Aerys.

If it turned out that the Spider was deceiving them, well, Brandon would make sure to haunt him for all of eternity.

“Your Grace! We found survivors!”

Never was Ned quick enough to be hopeful, but immediately he sprung from where he was helping the others make a barricade composed of bags of sand. Even some local villagers came to help them. Everyone seemed to freeze in their actions, awaiting with bated breath at some good news.

Wounded and severely charred men were brought back. Some were so horrendously burned that it was hard to look their way. The more squeamish men had to hold back their sick.

Right away, Ned noticed a very familiar raven feathered cloak. Lord Blackwood. Tytos Blackwood, still conscious, caught Ned’s eyes. He beckons Ned closer to where he was laid.

Dropping to one knee, Ned had to suppress the panic in his voice. “Lord Blackwood. . . my father. . .”

The grimness in his eyes told Ned everything he needed to know. Men behind him whispered of how there was no sign of the Lord of Winterfell and his heir. If they weren’t killed by the wildfire, then. . .

“They had to have been captured.” Came Rhaegar, a towering shadow in his black armor.

It would have been better if Rickard and Brandon were killed by the wildfire. If they were captives of Aerys, they would be dead soon enough. It was an unspoken truth that even Ned knew. His father and brother were dead.

An appropriate silence held them there.

Tytos was the one to interrupt it with a cough. “Lord Stark.”

Robert glanced at his childhood friend, the man that he considered his brother. He was now the Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. Robert understood better than anyone what it was like to have such a title thrust upon you in a quick second. As soon as the news of his parents reached him, he was regarded as the Lord of Storm’s end immediately. A daunting situation that Ned had to face right now.

Helplessly he looks at Rhaegar. “I’m sorry. I must return to the north. . . They need me now. I need to-”

A hand on his shoulder, Rhaegar nods. “I understand. Do what you must.”

The shock that Ned felt at Rhaegar allowing him to leave so easily was soon replaced by immense gratitude as he knelt before him.

“Rise, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.” Rhaegar instructed him. He obeyed, lifting himself to come face to face with a man he vowed to repay one day.

Letting Ned depart to prepare for his journey back home, Griff turns on Rhaegar. “How could you let him go? He’ll be taking the northern army with him!”

“Either way we can’t advance any further.” His Silver Prince sighs and removes the gloves from his hands. “My father has officially cut us off and has bought himself some time. An extreme measure but it worked.”

His red hair may have had something to do with his outburst, Griff presses. “We have the Dornishmen, the men of the Stormlands AND Tywin’s men if he keeps to his word.”

“Look around you Griff. How on earth could we possibly continue? Patience is a virtue. Right now we help those that my father has put at risk thanks to his tactic.”

“He can sneak up on us just like he did with Lord Rickard.”Countered Griff, and it was equally true. Aerys wasn’t playing by any rules. He would attack as he saw fit. As long as it destroyed Rhaegar. Rhaegar refused to let this war kill his humanity though.

“Ned Stark will be back.” He replied assuredly. “When the time is right, he will come back. And our army will have been better for it. (y/n) once told me how she and her handmaid found a baby bird. They nursed it back to health but it was still not ready to fly. It took 2 weeks before it was ready to open its wings and fly. Things take time Griff. Either way I can’t prevent my father for doing whatever he does in the future. But I can make myself ready in the meantime and prepare for him. He’s also ruined himself for the time being. Thanks to him cutting off the main road with wildfire, it’ll take days for the roads to clear and for supplies and news to enter King’s Landing. Any raven we see, we capture it and make sure it’s not for Aerys.”

“You place a great deal of faith in this plan based on a little bird?” It was ridiculous to listen to him any further. But Griff melted a little when a wistful expression makes Rhaegar smile sadly back. The scar that ran diagonally across his face did little to ruin his beautiful features.

Rhaegar turned back to examining the green wildfire. “I was there. Her maesters told her to just leave it. (y/n) couldn’t bring herself to. She spent so long tending to it. Everyone discouraged her and told her that it would die soon. She never gave up on it though. The bird did come back the following year. It never forgot about (y/n) and the kindness she showed. Do you know what it brought back for her from it’s travels?”

Griff shook his head. He never bothered to learn anything about Rhaegar’s wife.

Pressing the heel of his palms together, it made the shape of a clam when his fingers also touched. “It was an oyster. And inside-” He pulled his fingers open “-there were pearls. Patience and determination will eventually pay off. (y/n) taught me that.” Reaching through the neck of his armor, he retrieves a leather pouch and pours out the contents into his hand. Five pearls gleamed up at Griff.

Dumbly, Jon Connington states “She gave them to you.”

“I’m not losing faith. Quite the opposite Griff. What my father doesn’t know is that I want the throne more than he will ever. I want the throne to avenge my (y/n). Being a better king than Aerys will right all the wrongs he has done to people.”

Pursing his lips he thought back to the girl that had his prince still ever enamored. It had been more than a year since (y/n)’s murder and Rhaegar’s love never wavered. Griff doubted that he could love anyone else. A shame for Princess Elia Martell.

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The Duke & The Witch - Ch. 1

Charles Brandon x Fem!OC, A The Tudors Slight-AU fic

Series Main List

Ch. 1 Warnings: Alcohol use; talk of witchcraft and religion; memories of death during childbirth

His head pounds. The sunlight shafting through the shutter slats blinds his eyes. His mouth feels heavy with cotton and the last thing he wants to do is stir from bed. Admittedly, perhaps he shouldn't have finished the flagon of wine last night. It doesn't agree with him the way it used to, loathe as he is to admit it.

The price of aging, he supposes. The mark of a weary soul.

But last night only brought the coming of today’s dawn. The day that should mark two years of wedded bliss. And now that he��s awake, he only has ghosts. His beloved Catherine, pale and still in the birthing bed. Next to her, his first child - the innocent face of his stillborn son. To this day, he doesn’t even know the boy’s eye color.

Tears sting his eyes but he refuses to let them fall. He is the Duke of Suffolk. He has duties and responsibilities to attend to, no matter the ache in his heart or the hungover state of his body.

He swings his feet over the edge of the bed, taking the space of a breath to gather his bearings before calling out for Joseph. His voice carries a gravelly and rough tone. An obvious indicator of his ragged state.

In short order, he refreshes and dresses in the adornments of his station, rich garments of black and gold. Breakfast passes with its typical silence, and Charles manages a small, grateful smile as Joseph sets a steaming pot of robust tea on the table. At court, Charles doesn’t dare partake in something so obvious as a pot of tea the morning after too much wine. But in the privacy of his own estate, he doesn’t think twice.

He refills his cup, watching the tendrils of steam curl and dissipate. At least, the Ipswich swordsmith has promised that his latest commission would be finished today. No messages have arrived to the contrary, but given that the roundtrip journey to Ipswich will take the better part of the day, Charles hopes the smithy stays true to his word.

At first, the more noble among noblemen had sneered when he brought the first blade not of London origin to court. Well, truthfully, the more noble among noblemen have sneered at everything his coronet represents. But in time, even Henry has expressed admiration over the handling of Charles’ Ipswich blade, in particular the noted ability to thrust effectively while maintaining the power to cut. It has been yet another point of pride for Charles, who will never let it be said that he is a slouch swordsman.

The fog in his head starts to clear as he polishes off the tea. The ache in his head subsides to a dull roar that he can mostly ignore, even as he squints through the cheery morning sunlight. Blessedly, the ride to Ipswich is an easy one, over well-traveled roads that aren’t too rutted. The sun climbs higher in the sky, heralding the stifling heat that will be present by late afternoon.

But even upon midday arrival in Ipswich, the heat already makes its presence known. The main street through the town hangs heavy with the stench of privy runoff as he passes, nodding at the commoners who stop to acknowledge him. He can’t imagine living his life surrounded by the constant smell of shit. But perhaps the more time someone spends around such a smell, the less that person is inclined to notice it. Nothing about the thought eases the waves of disgust roiling in his gut as he hears the smithy’s shop.

Sweat soaks the shirt beneath his heavy tunic as he dismounts, reaching for the water pouch. He really shouldn’t have overdone himself last night. With a signal for his man to wait outside, Charles steps around what must surely be a pile of excrement before ducking into the crude dwelling.

“Ah! Good morning, Your Grace.” The swordsmith – Milton, if Charles remembers rightly – greets him with an eager smile. The man has never been adept at hiding his desire for Charles to open his coin purse.

“Good morning.” Charles does his best to summon a pleasant smile, but he has no reason to linger. “Is the sword ready?”

“Yes, Your Grace – just as I promised.” Milton turns, gesturing excitedly at a soot-smudged, thin rail of a boy who hunkers against the back wall. “Boy! Go fetch the Duke’s sword. Come on, now – don’t keep him waiting!”

The boy shuffles to his feet, not daring to raise his eyes in the direction of either adult as he moves for a curtained portion of the shop. By Charles’ assessment, the poor boy looks just barely capable of standing, let alone hefting a heavy sword. He hasn’t heard of recent food shortages in his duchy, but it always takes him aback to witness poverty first hand. Sure, he can provide the lad with decent meals for a week, but therein lies the problem – if he provides for one, he needs to provide for all, and his coffers don’t overflow with such bountiful riches. It’s a problem that he isn’t good enough or selfless enough to solve.

When Charles refocuses his attention, something in his face must betray his thoughts. The swordsmith offers him a placating smile as he speaks. “He’s a good lad, Your Grace. Please do not be concerned. He’ll make a fine apprentice as he ages. My current apprentice is out at the market, otherwise, I would have sent him.”

Charles nods with vague understanding and disinterest. Milton continues to prattle on, offering more appreciation and platitudes as Charles takes in the rough tools scattered about various work surfaces. Orange coals roast low in the fireplace, ready to be fanned to life by the nearby bellows, and a primitive anvil stands sentinel. A high-pitched grunt of exertion draws his gaze as he turns with curiosity to see the boy staggering back, arms laden with a long, heavy burden wrapped in burlap.

Charles’ brow pinches in concern. “Well, he won’t make a good apprentice if he cannot develop the strength to lift his own wares.”

“Of course, Your Grace. He is still young, but he will learn.” Milton takes the burlap bundle and shoos the boy back to his resting place against the wall. The boy looks all too relieved to take up his previous post.

Milton rests the bundle on the nearest work surface, untying the crude wrapping to reveal a gleaming, polished sword. The hilt bears a tight wrapping of woven, black leather bands with a clean line of smooth metal studs. At first glance, the sword looks the part - made for slashing and gutting, not putting on airs.

“Please.” Milton supplicates, opening his hands with wide palms to gesture down at the sword. “Please see how she breathes and moves.”

Charles reaches for the sword with his gloved hand, flexing his fingers around the handle, testing the grip. He lifts the solid weight, bringing it up close to inspect the edges for any cracking or tells of brittleness. Taking a step away from the table, he lowers his arm, swinging the sword down and around in a small arc. He turns, thrusting forward and parrying back against an invisible opponent.

Milton beams proudly. “Does she not feel alive, Your Grace?”

Charles thrusts forward, continuing his assessment of the new blade. It feels��sluggish. Heavier than anticipated. He draws back and thrusts again, brow furrowing at the heavy movement. Pulling his arm back, he shifts his grip on the hilt, angling to look at the blade profile. Is there even a taper present? If there is, it certainly isn’t visible.

He looks over at Milton with a stern look, watching the smithy’s smile drain from his face in a wave of apprehension. “Do you expect me to accept and pay –”

“Master! Have you heard?”! A bright, eager young voice cuts off Charles’ words as he bursts into the dwelling, his face alight. “The witch in the woods is up to her tricks!”

“William!” Milton bellows. “Boy, you will hold your tongue and show your respect.” He storms over to the young man whose face has gone slack with fright to recognize Charles’ imposing presence. “You beg His Grace for mercy this instant!”

“Please,” William says, voice trembling above wide eyes. “Your Grace. I –”

Charles holds up a hand, not willing to hear the boy’s excuses over the distant throbbing still present in his skull. “You dared to storm in here and talk over me. I would know why.”

“I… I” the youth stammers, swallowing hard. “I was excited. And I… I didn’t see you there. If I had known… but the story is just so exciting!”

“You’ll do better to remember yourself and keep your head, lest you lose it to someone less forgiving.” Charles says, turning back to Milton and nodding at the offending sword in his hand. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice the taper? Or has age blinded you since last we spoke?”

“Your Grace, please – I-I know the taper is… perhaps more subtle than anticipated. But with your arrival today and my lack of knowing the sword’s purpose -”

“Your lies are disgraceful,” Charles interrupts. “You knew well of my expectations for how this sword should handle. And this does not meet with my expectations.” He raises his arm, tossing the sword with a dull, dismissive clunk to the worktable. “I’m saddened to see the compliments I give to your work are so poorly appreciated.”

Milton’s face falls, eager to make amends. “We will work all night and through the dawn to have it ready for your expectations by midday tomorrow. My humblest apologies to Your Grace for this waste of your time. I-I am not worthy of your compliments, but I assure you this sword will be the finest in the land when you next return, and I will not accept any payment for it.”

Charles isn’t going to allow that to happen, but he won’t correct the man now. Let it be a lesson to him. “You’ve caught me in a generous mood.” He says, not feeling particularly generous, but that isn’t this man’s fault. “Tomorrow it is.”

Milton offers a half-bow, blabbering on about his thanks and appreciation for Charles’ mercy, unworthy wretch that he is. Charles nods a curt farewell, ignoring the man and stepping back out into the bright sunlight.

At least the street smells a little less foul now . Either that, or he has lingered for too long and his nose has already become accustomed to the stench. He turns with every intent of mounting up for the long ride back to Westhorpe but stops at the raised voices from inside the smithy’s shop.

“Insolent, foolish child!” A high-pitched whine follows the sound of a slap. “Do you understand what a man of Charles Brandon’s influence can do? With one word, he can bring me to ruin and you will have no coins to feed what’s left of your family!”

“I’m sorry – I didn’t mean, please!” The youth whimpers through trembling words. “I’ll be much more mindful in the future. Honest, sir.”

“You’ll do more than that. You’ll stay and work the fires tonight while we make a new blade for His Grace’s approval before he returns.”

“But all night, sir? He didn’t say that he would return tomorrow.”

“I told him the sword would be ready by tomorrow, whether or not he deems it worthy to return tomorrow. It’s no less than you deserve for not doing it right the first time. The taper is the hardest part - but you will work at it until it is right. I will not tolerate another showing like that in front of His Grace.”

“Yes, sir.” A shuffling sound follows. “Do you think he’ll use this new sword to hunt down the witch and catch her?”

“I hear they burn witches alive.”

“Then, I hope he never catches her.”

Milton sighs. “I don’t think His Grace is in the business of witch hunting.”

“But today – oh, the story! She made a man of mud walk. And talk, too! They say she could make an army of mud men!”

“Stop your foolish blabbering.” Milton’s voice comes tense with exasperation. “A man of mud, indeed! What rubbish. Fetch the sword before dirt works into the leather. We might be able to salvage that, at least. Careful of the studs, now.”

The conversation turns more towards the business of sword making, all the excitement around the witch seemingly forgotten. But still… a man of mud?

The whispers of a witch in the woods aren’t entirely unfamiliar to Charles. He’s overheard servants and commoners speak in low tones, stopping short when they realize he approaches. But the presence of a witch is more of a concern for the duchy priests than himself. He’s always dismissed the whispers as tales that commoners use to frighten their children into obedience – but this man of mud business intrigues him. More than likely, it has been something simple that grows more fantastic with each retelling. Has someone merely fallen into a shallow riverbed and everyone assumes it was the work of a witch?

He’s no closer to answers, and his mind continues to spin on the possibilities as he rides over the hills back to his estate and retires for a quiet dinner.

Emptying the last drop in his wine glass, he taps the table to signal Joseph for a refill. As red wine splashes against the polished silver, he glances up at the older man. “What do you know of the witch in the woods, Joseph?”

The manservant shakes his head slowly and offers a kind smile. “I wouldn’t want to burden Your Grace with such nonsense.”

“Indulge me nonetheless.” Charles' lips lift with a tired smile as he reaches for his glass, taking a large drink.

“All that I have heard are rumors. They say she conjures fire and throws it when she is displeased. Another rumor talks of a wolfsbane stew that turned a dog into a man. Yet another involves a raven and lightning, I believe.”

“Dogs and ravens?” It’s hardly the stuff of a mud man, but just as perplexing. How do the commoners come to believe such fantastical stories? Charles wets his top lip in contemplation. “Do they say what she looks like?”

“No, Your Grace. While she has been glimpsed – it’s always in the same manner. Heavily cloaked with a deep cowl. She never speaks when she does appear. Some say she lost her tongue or can only speak the Devil’s language.”

“Never speaks?” Charles laughs against the rim of his cup. “Not even to cast her spells?”

“I wouldn’t know, Your Grace. Villagers in St. Edmunds have claimed that they try to follow her when she appears from the woods and disappears just as suddenly. But those brave souls return from the woods with wild tales – smoke from her fingertips that wordlessly render a man motionless.”

“That is indeed quite a lot for one rumored woman.” He raises a wry brow at Joseph. “Surely you don’t believe half of all that?”

Joseph’s face draws in with a dark, solemn air. “Just as God almighty has servants in this world, it wouldn’t surprise me to learn of the Devil’s unholy servants working among us, too.”

Charles sips his wine, more intrigued than he has any right to be. Mud men? Smoke from her fingers? Who is this woman? If she even does indeed exist.

“Your Grace… please,” Joseph’s hesitant words draw Charles from his thoughts to gaze up at the older man. “Please, I implore you…”

“Yes?”

“Stay in God’s eternal light, Your Grace.” Joseph’s face matches the plea in his voice. “To pursue these rumors - to pursue the witch herself - is surely to court a great darkness. And you can dismiss me for my words, but Your Grace has seen enough dark days these past years. I would not see you burden yourself or this house with any more.”

#charles brandon #duke of suffolk #the tudors #henry cavill #charles brandon x ofc #henry cavill x ofc #the tudors fanfic

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sugar-coated-saphic · 1 year

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Wiener dog- body language

#wiener dog movie #brandon mccarthy #dawn wiener #greta gerwig #kieran culkin #body language #notice dawn trying to act casual after Brandon turned down the idea to keep in touch #and how she walked out and hung her head sadly #brandons body language is mainly closed off #i included the feet picture because apparently someones feet facing towards you means they like you #brandons feet face dawn while hers stand up backing away almost #surely as a tall person it would be more comfortable to place your feet directly on the ground #the bed scene though #clearly brandons rape threat is something dawn still remembers and makes it hard to trust him while sleeping in the same bed #i had to include the handholding because it's really sweet #welcome to the dollhouse #todd solondz #my post #dawn x brandon #brandon x dawn

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dragonanne4fun · 5 months

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Some books know I want to read this year:

Operation Grendel by Daniel Schwabauer (finish)

The Unanswered Questions by Lauren D. Fulter (reread but also it would be the new illustrated edition)

Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen

A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle

Prince Caspian by C.S. Lewis

Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C.S. Lewis

The Agaped Bearer by Hannah Lindsey

Riddle of Hearts by Rosie Grymm

Wizards of the Apoclaypse: The Forgotten Prophesy by X Zombie

Dragon School: First Flight by Sarah K.L. Wilson

North! Or Be Eaten by Andrew Peterson

Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson

Books I am eyeing but undecided:

The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien

The Earth-treader by Alissa Zavalianos

Reckless by Cornelia Funke

Dune by Frank Herbert

Yesterday or Long Ago by Jenni Sauer

This list may change. These are just my thoughts as of 1/1/2024. And I plan to read more books than these, but I don't plan what I'm going to read. I just have an idea of some of what I currently want to read.

#books #reading goals 2024

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emilysworldoffandoms · 5 months

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Books I Read in 2023

Wilde Child By Eloisa James (Romance)

Looking for Me…in this Great Big Family By Betsy R. Rosenthal (Middle Grade Verse)

My Last Duchess By Eloisa James (Romance)

Wilde in Love By Eloisa James (Romance)

Our Souls at Night By Kent Haruf (Fiction)

Too Wilde Too Wed By Eloisa James (Romance)

Nick and Charlie By Alice Oseman (YA Novella)

Born to Be Wilde By Eloisa James (Romance)

The Woman in the Purple Skirt By Nasuko Imamura (Fiction)

Say No to the Duke By Eloisa James (Romance)

Crumbs By Dance Stirling (Graphic Novel)

The Reluctant Countess By Eloisa James (Romance)

Demon in the Wood By Leigh Bardugo & Dani Pendergast (Graphic Novel)

Write for Your Life By Anna Quindlen (Non-Fiction)

Let There By Laughter By Michael Krasny (Humor)

Mary’s Monster: Love, Madness, and How Mary Shelley Created Frankenstein By Lita Judge (Biography in Verse and Pictures)

Soft Thorns By Bridgett Devoue (Poetry)

Wolfed: Cursed By Love: Book One By Leia Stone (Urban Fantasy Romance)

Constantine: Distorted Illusions By Kami Garcia & Isaac Goodhart (Graphic Novel)

A Life Force By Will Eisner (Graphic Novel)

Dropsie Avenue By Will Eisner (Graphic Novel)

Love & Other Words By Christina Lauren (Romance)

The World Keeps Ending and the World Goes On By Franny Choi (Poetry)

The Valentine’s Hate By Sidney Halston (Romance)

Fagin the Jew By Will Eisner (Graphic Novel)

Autoboyography By Christina Lauren (YA)

You Are Here By Dawn Lanuza (Poetry)

Wolfed: Book Two: Promised to Him By Leia Stone (Urban Fantasy Romance)

New York: The Big City By Will Eisner (Graphic Novel)

To the Heart of the Storm By Will Eisner (Graphic Novel)

The Outsiders By S.E. Hinton (Classic YA) [Re-read]

True Beauty By Yaongyi (Graphic Novel)

The 13 Clocks By James Thurber (Verse and Pictures)

Chasing Cassandra By Lisa Kleypas (Romance)

Banned Book Club By Kim Hyun Sook, Ko Hyung-Ju, and Ryan Estrada (Graphic Novel)

Coven By Jennifer Dugan (Graphic Novel)

Exes & O’s By Amy Lea (Romance)

2 Am Thoughts By Mackenzie Campbell (Poetry)

My Greenhouse By Bella Mayo (Poetry)

Unterhaken By Leela Corman (Graphic Novel)

Morning Haikus By Carin Weisman Crook (Poetry)

HER: Volume 3 By Pierre Alex Jeanty (Poetry)

These Are My Big Girl Pants By Amber Vittoria (Poetry)

When in Rome By Sarah Adams (Romance)

Mr. Wrong Number By Lynn Painter (Romance)

Hollow By Brandon Boyer-White & Shannon Waters (Graphic Novel)

Set on You By Amy Lea (Romance)

The Sun & the Star By Rick Riordan & Mark Oshiro (Middle Grade)

Practice Makes Perfect By Sarah Adams (Romance)

Haikus for Jews By David M. Bader (Poetry) [Re-read]

LVOE By Atticus (Poetry)

Schwartz’s Hebrew Delicatessen: The Story By Bill Brownstein (Non-Fiction)

Spy X Family Vol. 1 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

My Hero Academia Vol. 1 By Kohei Horikoshi (Manga)

Imogen, Obviously By Becky Albertalli (YA)

Spy X Family Vol. 2 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

Spy X Family Vol. 3 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

True Love Experiment By Christina Lauren (Romance)

A beautiful composition of broken By r.h. Sin (poetry)

Spy X Family Vol. 4 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

Spy X Family Vol. 5 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

All About Me! My Remarkable Life in Show Business By Mel Brooks (Memoir)

Whiskey words & a shovel By r.h. Sin (Poetry)

Things I Overheard While Talking to Myself By Alan Alda (Memoir)

Spy X Family Vol. 6 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

The Unhoneymooners By Christina Lauren (Romance)

The Soulmate Equation By Christina Lauren (Romance)

M*A*S*H: A Novel About Three Army Doctors By Richard Hooker (Fiction)

Mixed Blessings By William & Barbara Christopher (Memoir)

Never Have Your Dog Stuffed and Other Things I’ve Learned By Alan Alda (Memoir)

Red, White, & Royal Blue By Casey McQuiston (Romance)

Spy X Family Vol. 7 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

SOTUS Vol. 1 By Bittersweet (Manga)

SOTUS Vol. 2 By Bittersweet (Manga)

While the Duke Was Sleeping By Sophie Jordan (Romance)

Beach Read By Emily Henry (Romance)

Spy X Family Vol. 8 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

Spy X Family Vol. 9 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

The Scandal of it All By Sophie Jordan (Romance)

Not That Duke By Eloisa James (Romance)

Unorthodox Love By Heidi Shertok (Romance)

The Duke Buys a Bride By Sophie Jordan (Romance)

This Scot of Mine By Sophie Jordan (Romance)

Kissing Kosher By Jean Meltzer (Romance)

The Duke’s Stolen Bride By Sophie Jordan (Romance)

My Roommate is a Vampire By Jenna Levine (Romance)

The Virgin and the Rogue By Sophie Jordan (Romance)

The Duke Effect By Sophie Jordan (Romance)

SOTUS Vol. 3 By Bittersweet (Manga)

Percy Jackson: Chalice of the Gods By Rick Riordan (Middle Grade)

Tiny Dancer By Siena Cherson Siegel (Graphic Novel)

Zatanna: The Jewel of Gravesend By Alys Arden (Graphic Novel)

Everything I Know About Love I Learned from Romance Novels By Sarah Wendell (Non-Fiction)

The Roommate Pat By Allison Ashley (Romance)

Spy X Family Vol. 10 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

Two Rogues Make a Right By Cat Sebastian (Romance)

The Things They Carried By Tim O’Brien (Fiction)

Count Your Lucky Stars By Alexandria Bellefleur (Romance)

The Bromance Book Club By Lyssa Kay Adams (Romance)

Mockingjay By Suzanne Collins (YA)

The Official Quotable Doctor Who: Wise Words from Across Space & Time By Cavan Scott and Mark Wright (Quote Book)

God Plays Hide and Seek Poems By Greta Elbogen (Poetry)

Women Holding Things By Maira Kalman (Poetry/Verse/Photos)

The Little Liar By Mitch Albom (Fiction)

Love Brought Me Through the Holocaust: A Daughter’s Memories By Judith Koeppel Steel (Non-Fiction)

Himawari House By Harmony Becker (Graphic Novel)

Undercover Bromance By Lyssa Kay Adams (Romance)

Unordinary By uru-chan (Graphic Novel)

Son of : A Gripping Account of Terror, Betrayal, Political Intrigue, and Unthinkable Choices By Most Hassan Yousef (Memoir)

Love & Latkes By Stacey Agdern (Romance)

Twelve Tribes: Promise and Peril in New Israel By Ethan Michaeli (Non-Fiction)

Never on Shabbas! By Henry Leonard (Political Cartoons)

The Little Guide to Taylor Swift: Words to Shake It Off (Quote Book)

This Winter By Alice Oseman (Novella)

Heartstopper Volume 5 By Alice Oseman (Graphic Novel)

Israel: A Simple Guide to the Most Misunderstood Country on Earth By Noa Tishby (Non-Fiction)

Counting the Cost By Jill Duggar (Memoir)

How to Educate a Citizen: The Power of Shared Knowledge to Unify a Nation BY E.D. Hirsch Jr. (Non-Fiction)

Two Tribes By Emily Bowen Cohen (Middle Grade Graphic Novel)

Foster By Claire Keegan (Novella)

#fandoms #fangirl #books #romance #nonfiction #memoir #humor #poetry #graphic novels #middle grade #ya books

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burningexeter · 9 days

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Here's a huge ass list of everything (as in all of the media) that I can see sharing the same universe as Tetsuro Araki & Hajime Isayama's Attack On Titan — the first two seasons of the anime and the vastly superior Royal Government arc in the manga, which are in my personal opinion the absolute peak of the series and that you can both read and see below for yourself.

I have a feeling that this will stick:

• Yasuyuki Ueda's Hellsing Ultimate

• Takahiro Omori's Baccano!, Durarara!! and Durarara!! x2

• Sunao Katabuchi's Black Lagoon

• Masayuki Kojima's Monster

• Stephen Sommers' The Mummy (1999)

• The entire Quentin Tarantino Universe (Django Unchained, The Hateful Eight, Inglourious Basterds, Once Upon A Time In Hollywood, Reservoir Dogs, True Romance, Pulp Fiction, Natural Born Killers, Jackie Brown, Kill Bill 1 & 2, From Dusk Till Dawn and even Curdled)

• Julius Avery's Overlord (2018)

• Rockstar Games' Red Dead Redemption Duology

• Remedy Entertainment's Connected Universe

• Tetsuro Araki's Death Note

• Chris LaMartina's WNUF Halloween Special and Out There Halloween Mega Tape

• Lesley Manning's Ghostwatch (1992)

• Christopher McCulloch & Doc Hammer's The Venture Bros.

• Chris Carter's The X Files Series (First nine seasons, Fight The Future, Millennium and The Lone Gunmen)

• Joss "Yikes!" Whedon's Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Angel

• Tom Fontana's Oz

• HBO's Spawn Trilogy

• David Simon's The Wire

• Damon Lindelof & Carlton Cuse's LOST

• Vince Gilligan's Breaking Bad Trilogy

• Kurt Sutter's Sons Of Anarchy Duology

• Jeff Pinkner & J.H. Wyman's Fringe

• Jenji Kohan's Orange Is The New Black

• Jenny Clements' Mias and Elle (Webcomic Series)

and last but not least yet unexpected just like the rest,

• Brandon Santiago's Erma (Webcomic Series)

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #anime #manga #hellsing ultimate #quentin tarantino #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #john marston #jack marston #SoundCloud

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jacobbseedd · 3 months

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Pairings: ( includes all fandoms)

Farcry 5:

Jacob Seed x Michaela

John Seed x Katarina

Adam x Natalie

Bryson x Audrey

Trenton x Jayla

Braeden x Jayda

Keira x Lindsey

Parker x Maliah

Preston x Nadia

Layla x

Darin x Felix

Trey x Jayne

Jessica x Calvin

Emery x Liam

Kayden x

Larissa x Conner

Terrence x Joey Hudson

Jess Black x chase

Malcolm x Mary May Fairgrave

Lauren x Earl Whitehorse

Annabel x Cameron Burke

Charles x Adelaide drub man

Elena x Hurk Drubman Jr

Isaiah x Skyler Khors

Elijah Palmer x Robin

Tammy Barnes x Sean

Aiden x Davina

Shaw x

x Antonio

Martinez x Stephanie

Michael x

Blake x

Cassidy x

Renne x Nicholas

COD:

Olive x Soap mactavish

Makeena x Konig

Red Dead Redemption 2:

Eliza x Micah Bell

Farcry New Dawn:

Carmina Rye x Drake

Summer x Cody

GTA:

Addison x Kyler

TLOU2:

Bethany x Joel

Watch dogs: legion

Cheyenne x Antony

Brandon x Milica

#pairings

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cydie · 5 months

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10:47AM cw death

After a bunch of scrambling to get a keyboard and pc, I'm finally starting this.

I was dating Brandon, except he looked very different, maybe a mixture of Shaun and Brandon and ?? a celeb I can't pinpoint.

This is written in a series of scenes, potentially out of order.

[[MORE]]

I went outside, and climbed the ledge, because I could see a sleeve flapping in the wind. I pulled myself up to where there was sort of a platform, and I realised it was him. He was sleeping with a pillow, a hoodie jacket? and maybe a blanket, and his bag.

I took in what I was seeing, and I realised - he was staying here so he could be closer to me. I have no clue what the building behind us was for, whether it was a school, a uni, or a community centre, but it was a public space and not a living area.

My heart twinged as I came to the realisation that he was sacrificing his own comfort to sleep outside on a raised concrete platform so he could nap and still be close to me.

I left before he noticed me.

I went to a different outside area, and I met with him. There was something on my mind, like something was going on for me. We chatted and he was reassuring. I don't know if I was totally reassured, but I did find comfort in the conversation.

Our relationship was a little bit distant then, like we both had things going on in our lives that was making it different for us to connect. The meeting was somewhat familiar but casual at the same time. We were both optimistic, but deep down I think we knew something was up with us.

Before he left, he reminded me that he loved me, and promised me he would call or sort something out for me.

I was sitting inside at the table near the door, in somewhat of a classroom setting. There were others sitting in the other chairs, but I didn't know them well. I receive a notification on my phone. It was an article about Brandon. It said he was dead.

(4th: Idk why there was an article on just him, and didn't detail anything? Maybe it was because he was a sports player? Idk. The article literally just said he had died, like those super vague celebrity articles informing the public X celeb has died for undetermined/unstated reasons/private reasons.)

I felt my heart sink. I scrambled around my phone for any more information, how did he die? What happened? I couldn't find an answer. My mind starts to race. I think of his family, that I knew well and had met in the many times I had stayed over. I think of his friends, whom I knew, and what they would be thinking right now. I think of him, and his always optimistic outlook, his smile, and his voice, and slowly it dawns on me that, I will never see or hear him again.

Without thinking, I get up out of my seat and I turn the right corner to walk towards the room. There is a room in the center that for some reason is full of lost items? Extra items. Almost like a police claim room except it wasn't documented or looked after.

I looked around at the things on the floor and I see a bag propped up against the middle of 1 cushioned bench and 1 couch.

Something in me decides on that bag. I walked towards it and I begin to look through it.

This bag was pieces of things, but I found a phone. It was a red S22 Ultra, and I turned it over to turn it on. I realised it must be his. I had never gone on his phone before, but I had seen it. The 22 was cracked upwards starting from the middle. The LCD was blinking and unstable.

The second try of turning the phone on turned the dead lower half of the phone on too.

(see diagram)

Either I knew his passcode or it was unlocked, but I was met with his homescreen. I saw Messenger down the bottom right, and that it had 6? unread messages. Suddenly, I felt a little guilty. He might come online and give people the wrong idea.

I turned the screen off. In the bag was a second phone, that was also his. A longer shaped Moto? phone with a rugged type case on it.

I pocketed both. In the bag, there was also another phone. I picked it up, and I realised. There were other things in this bag. Someone else's things, someone else's phone (S23? maybe? lighter colour phone) in amongst his.

That's when it hit me. This was a car crash. This is debris. He didn't survive. The person he was with mustn't have either.

I went back to the table area with 2 phones in my pocket, and instead of sitting down, I went around and towards the back outdoor garden area.

This is where it starts to get weird. There was a girl already there, doing something. She tells me not to get too close or to go down the stairs as I put one foot on the first step. All of a sudden, a large brown bear comes out of nowhere and starts to fight me? Or something. This part is hazy.

After that, I walk around like a zombie. My energy that I am exuding must be incredibly depressing, but nobody is noticing. I feel shellshocked. The death of someone close to me has never been something I thought I would experience.

I walk around dazed. Everyone I talk to though, doesn't seem to notice and seems to think I'm moody for no reason. I begin to think if I'm just masking it so incredibly well, or if everyone else around me doesn't like me enough to think it is something serious.

A flashback of him going to play some sort of game, potentially basketball?

A group of us walked out of the house, into the courtyard. His dad was there, he stood there, and some of his friends that I also knew.

I hugged him tightly, and looked up at him. He looked down at me and whispered something in Mandarin that I can't recall, but it was something supportive and energizing. I whispered back, "yi ding yao ying o" "jia you!" Everyone must have been watching us, his dad too. Must be thinking "How sweet, and how nice that my son has a girl." Hugged him tightly again, and he went out the double doors behind us with his dad to the game.

The group of friends walked in front of me together, and I trailed behind, his auntie? was on my casual left, also slightly trailing. I got closer to the door and I saw on the floor his rubix cubes/lego? cubes. These were things he fiddled with all the time, and he liked to build them.

One of the cubes was a blue/white theme and some of the pieces were on the floor. I saw another cube, by the door. I realised they had been thrown, and suddenly it was present day.

I pictured in my head the cubes being thrown in anger and frustration at thinking about him and feeling empty, as his auntie's moving feet walk past me and into the house.

Suddenly, I get a call. It's from ?? Prison?? something?? 360 something?? This guy knew both of us. He was involved with drugs ??? or something. I wasn't particularly keen on talking to him, because he usually asked for something.

I declined the call and messaged "Text". He responded immediately, with a screenshot of the article and saying "is this true?"

I don't respond.

This is all I currently recall of the dream I woke up from an hour ago.

I'm so depressed rn hahahaha holy shit. I genuinely could have started crying. This is fictional but I feel the loss in my heart.

I am ever so empathetic and sorry for Amara.

#personal #dreams

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