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johaerys-writes · 3 years

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Writing Tag Game

I was tagged by @noire-pandora @midnightprelude @mogwaei @serial-chillr @faerieavalon @pinkfadespirit @inquisitoracorn and @in-arlathan thank you so much! :)

How many works do you have on Ao3?

On my main Ao3 blog: 23! I also have a second blog where I post works set in the Dragon Age-inspired Modern AU I've been writing with @oftachancer , featuring my OC Tristan Trevelyan and her OC Aran Trevelyan, as well as a few others of our OCs. There are 5 works there at the moment. You can check them out here: jo_writes

What's your total Ao3 wordcount?

On my main blog, 516,722 words. On my second blog, 193,953 words, but the majority of it is co-written with @oftachancer .

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

High-Flying Birds: 589 kudos (TSOA)

Where Blood Roses Bloom: 467 kudos (Castlevania)

Winter's Fruit: 424 kudos (TSOA)

Like Friends Do: 410 kudos (TSOA)

Memories and Echoes: 327 kudos (TSOA)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always!! I don't think there's a single comment I've ever received that I've left unanswered. I just love talking with my readers and screeching in my replies. I often wonder whether I come across as a tiny bit insane or overly enthusiastic, but you know what? I am both, so who cares 😂 I just appreciate every single person that has taken the time to read and comment on my works, and I want to make sure they know JUST HOW MUCH

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I honestly don't think that many of my stories have an angsty ending? Most of them end on a hopeful or at least bittersweet note, I think. I'm pretty sure the only ones I've written that have sad endings were those in my Hector/Carmilla series, You Always Hurt The Ones You Love (CV) which were kind of dark and depressing anyway.

Playground Love, the fic I've written with @oftachancer featuring our OCs Tristan and Aran ends on an angsty note, but things do get better in the next installment, Never Let Me Go, so I suppose I am a little allergic to angsty endings XD

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

The Stars Will Guide Us Home (TSOA, Modern AU) has a super soft and fluffy ending, and Fall Into Your Tide (TSOA, Merman AU) will have a happy ending too.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you've written?

I've written a Witcher/Dragon Age crossover, Viper In Tall Grass, where Tristan is a witcher and Dorian a Nilfgardian mage which I thoroughly enjoyed! Also, one of the first long fics I ever finished was a Witcher/Wheel of Time crossover, which I think is genuinely the most... imaginative thing I've written 😂 I never posted it and don't think I will, but I still love it to bits and I'm super proud of myself for writing it.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Kind of? It wasn't directed at me personally (I don't think) but at one of the main characters of the fic. Perhaps it was referring to the way I'd written the particular character, I truly can't say, it was a little vague. It takes a lot to offend me, but this really rubbed me the wrong way. I honestly think I would have been less offended if the person had criticised my writing rather than the character lol. I just don't take any shit when it comes to the characters I love. They're PERFECT, okay? How dare you come into my house and badmouth them 😂 RUDE

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Hell YEAH! I love writing smut, it's great. As to what kind, I think that porn with feelings describes it really well. The smut I write tends to get emotional real quick, even when I intended for it to be straight up porn, so I guess there's no hope for me, hah.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, High-Flying Birds has been translated into Vietnamese.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes!! With oftachancer, two novel-length fics (Playground Love and Never Let Me Go), as well as a few other WIPs that haven't been posted yet, and I'm currently working on a multi-chap fic with my friendo @in-arlathan , featuring Dorian/Tristan and Solas with her Elenara Lavellan, which I'm so excited about! I've also brainstormed and goblined-out over a couple projects with @mogwaei !! I love co-writing, it's so fun :)

What's your all time favourite ship?

Oooh, that's a tough one. I'm super biased in that the ships I love are those I write (both canon and OC pairings) but if you held a gun to my head and asked me to choose I would probably have to say... Dorian/Tristan and Achilles/Patroclus? AAH this is too hard ;w;

What's a WIP you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I do plan on finishing all of the WIPs I am currently working on. I have a lot of writing ideas that I don't think I'll ever get around to, but when I actually start writing something I tend to commit till the end.

What are your writing strengths?

Descriptions, introspection and angsty/emotional scenes I think are my favourite things to write. I also enjoy writing fight scenes a little too much (and judging by the feedback I receive on them people seem to enjoy them too, heh). Lastly, I've been told that the characters I write are complex and fleshed out and that my pacing is good, and that's honestly the best praise for me.

What are you writing weaknesses?

I struggle quite a lot with self doubt and perfectionism. I worry a lot about how my work will be perceived and whether it's good enough. I often agonise over small details or paragraphs/sentences, to the point where I sometimes post just so I stop myself from going back and editing indefinitely. I have thousands upon thousands of words in deleted scenes because "they weren't quite right" or I changed a tiny bit and the rest didn't fit. So. You get the idea 😅 (Now, how I manage to read through everything multiple times before posting yet still get typos... welp)

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Hmm, I have to say that I do like it when there are foreign words interspersed through the narrative if the story isn't set in an English speaking world or if the characters speak a different language, but I'm not a huuuge fan of seeing a big chunk of dialogue in a foreign language without immediate translation or a hovering text. It kind of breaks the immersion for me and I tend to avoid it generally in my own writing.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Dragon Age, and specifically DAI! That game never gets old for me.

What's your favourite fic you've written?

It's impossible for me to pick just one so I'm going to cheat and choose a few. I absolutely love my current WIPs: High-Flying Birds, Where Blood Roses Bloom and A World With You, and the freaking epic-length fics I've written with @oftachancer . They haven't always been easy to write (especially AWWY, which has the most intricate plot & character development) but I'm so proud of them and I've learned so much while writing them. Of my finished stories, The Stars Will Guide Us Home is hands down one of my all time faves. It had been on my mind for several months before I actually wrote it, and I poured so much of my heart into it. I still get emotional when I go back to reread it, not gonna lie! Lastly, At The Water's Edge (TSOA) is very dear to me and I often go back for rereads.

I'm tagging forth to (no pressure!): @fancytrinkets @elveny @glimmerofgold @asiriushoe @juliafied @boshtet-juggler @schattengerissen @dafan7711 @tessa1972 @fandomn00blr @pikapeppa and anyone else who would like to join!

#tag game #writing #dragon age #castlevania #the song of achilles #tsoa #johaerys writes

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hawkland · 3 years

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Destiel fic recs #3 - the (mostly) longfic edition!

It’s been a while since my last rec post - mostly because I’ve been wallowing in a number of longer fics (50-350k!) so it’s taken me a while to have enough to talk about in one post (and boy do I talk a lot, here!)

With these longer fics, I do sometimes have some caveats with my recs - or at least reasons why they might not appeal to every Dean/Cas reader. But note that if I didn’t overall strongly recommend reading the fic I wouldn’t include it in my recs here at all, so any quibbles I bring up are minor compared to my overall enjoyment of the stories. Just, I don’t want someone to commit to a long read without knowing what they’re getting into and why it might not be their thing.

I’m still not into reading complete setting AUs at this time, but a lot/most of these are canon-divergence AUs, often written/set at the end of a season and giving an alternative take on what happened next. I love those kind of stories, as it’s often so interesting to see how fans thought of what might happen in the next season (especially when it’s better than what we actually got.)

Onto the recs & discussion behind the cut!

The Sinking Ship by UnfortunatelyObsessed (114k). This is a story that ripped my heart to pieces (in a good way!). I stayed up all night to finish reading because I simply couldn’t stop once I started on it and it gave me a massive fic hanger from all my emotions. Season 14 divergence, imagine if Dean did go into the Ma’lak box to trap Michael under the ocean with him forever...and once there, he discovers that Cas has stowed away with him. Because of course Cas would never leave Dean to such a fate on his own.

I loved literally. Every. Damn. Thing. About this fic. Cas telling Dean stories to pass the (endless) time. Their small intimate moments while realizing they can never consummate physically while trapped in the box but finding every other way to express their love. The absolute heartbreak that had me SOBBING when Michael fights for control of Dean and destroys everything they’ve built together and Cas thinks he’s lost Dean forever. Sam & Gabriel & Rowena & Claire & Jack doing everything they can to devise a plan back home to try to save them both while keeping Michael trapped. Also even just the wonderfully sensitive portrayal of aroace Jack still closely bonded with Claire and Maggie and just. And just. This is a story I’ve already re-read just to savor how much I loved it and its portrayal of everyone in TFW 2.0 and their extended family, it just hit my id in all the most incredible ways and I have nothing but absolute love for this one.

Beautiful Chaos by anyrei, mugglerock (141k). Season 9 canon-divergence, in which Dean doesn’t simply abandon Cas to fend for himself post 09x03. Instead he sets Cas up in a kind of squatter’s nest in an abandoned building near the bunker so he can keep tabs on him and help him out.

This fic definitely gets the award for FILTHIEST, HOTTEST, SMUTTIEST Dean/Cas (and Cas/other) I’ve read in, like, ever, for human!Cas turns out to be a rather insatiable sex fiend/cock slut and Dean is too up his own repressed ass to easily give Cas what he wants/needs. It is dark at times, Cas ends up in some very unsavory/non-con situations, and the authors do mention that they tried to hone in on endverse!Cas’s characterization more than what we saw in Season 9...so you might roll with it, you might not. I adored their original character Jerry the tattoo artist in this, and like I said it was seriously hot (if you are good with total bottom!Cas and Cas with others, I know those are not everyone’s cuppa). I did have a few minor issues. For one, the last chapter felt a bit rushed and hand-wavey, but clearly the authors weren’t fond of the canon conflicts of season 9 & 10 (Abbadon, Mark of Cain) and just wanted to be done with them. Can’t say I really blame them. And I did have to laugh a bit at Lebanon, Kansas apparently having such a bustling gay bar/tattoo artist/etc scene being someone from a butt-fuck nowhere American small town myself. But, SPN was never all that realistic in how Lebanon was shown (and yes I’ve spent too much time roaming around it on Google maps), so if you can suspend some disbelief this is an awesome hot/angsty/occasionally heartbreaking read.

These Forsaken Lands by destielpasta (53k). I came upon this story when looking for fics that dealt in some way with the aftermath of Godstiel. This is a wonderfully atmospheric late Season 9 “fill-in” case fic (post Meta-fiction) where Cas ends up in a small town that had been visited by Godstiel...and while initially residents have reaped much good fortune, there has suddenly been a wave of deaths/bad events and he is determined to find out what happened and set things right. He calls upon Dean for help, but Dean is fighting the Mark of Cain and it’s going to take a lot to get past its control and find a way out for both of them. Together they work on repairing an old church while trying to repair each other and their damaged relationship.

I loved this story for how well written it was, really invoking a gothic small-town/Americana atmosphere. The original characters blend in very well with the case-fic at the center of it, and the author deals really well with Cas at a very fragile point when he’s running on borrowed grace and trying to navigate Dean’s MoC-enhanced anger. It’s Dean/Cas but actually much more of a Cas character study, so I highly recommend it to my fellow/compatriot Cas-girls who love a good wallow in his head.

Mixed Emotions by Tierra469 (50k). Canon 12 “parallel” fic that then goes canon-divergent with the season finale. I actually stumbled on this while in the mood to read some Cas/ or & Mary fic after enjoying their interactions in Season 12 (don’t hate me). This is sort of two fics in one. The first half focuses mostly on filling in the gaps with some critical S12 Cas episodes, especially Cas & Mary’s developing friendship (and one night of something more). But of course Cas’s feelings for Dean (and vice-versa) are always there, and when Cas figures out a way to get his powers fully back, the question is if Dean can open himself up to be vulnerable - and express love - the way Cas needs for this to work.

This was an interesting fic in a lot of ways. I loved the author’s take on angels’ connections to their vessels and grace, it was very consistent in a way the show sometimes/often wasn’t. Cas is very Cas in not understanding privacy and personal boundaries (so he does some questionable things, admittedly, which might squick some readers). The smut is fucking HOT - though I will caution at one point it involves Cas temporarily in a younger (NOT underage) female vessel (and the story does point out Dean’s discomfort with this and some of the consent issues involved, I don’t want to spoil too much). I wanted the Mary plot resolved more than it was, but I still recommend this story strongly for the quality of the writing and unique/well-developed take on angel lore and mechanics that was quite different from what I’m used to reading.

We Are Either Here Or Not Here by petramacneary (54k) A post-season 12 fic that goes on a different tangent to how Cas returns, and what happens in the meantime. Particularly, it offers a different take on what apocalypseverse!Cas would be like—as Mary makes her own way back from that world with AU!Cas as her prisoner.

What I loved about this story: first off, BAMF!Mary is awesome here. Dean is so heartbreaking, not quite knowing what the fuck to do with this different Cas who at times is just a painful reminder of who/what Dean’s lost...but then becomes a chance for Dean to say and express some of the things he always was afraid to in the past. And when (real/our) Cas finally returns, there’s some very interesting stuff that happens with both Cas & AU!Cas and Cas & Dean that I don’t want to spoil. (And let’s also just say that when real!Cas and Dean finally get together it’s AMAZINGLY awesome. Like, hot Impala!sex. So is the artwork that goes with this story.)

You Can Keep Holding On by NorthernSparrow (353k) The longest fic I read this time around and probably the one I have the most mixed feelings about, but a while on I do keep thinking about parts of it so I do rec it with some caveats. This is a canon-divergence after the end of Season 11. Dean & Sam find Cas after he’s been blasted out of the bunker...to the bottom of the Grand Canyon. Mary isn’t in this one except for a brief appearance/visit, which Dean thinks is Amara’s gift to him. Life seems good for a while, they’re enjoying dealing with mundane problems for a change, but then Cas seems to be pulling away from the brothers, spending less and less time with them at the bunker, taking a mundane job at another Gas ‘n Sip, and clearly preoccupied by something else. Or is it someone else? Dean is worried yet finally ready to accept that Cas maybe has a girlfriend, or a boyfried, but then it turns out that is not at all what Cas has going on. It’s something far more serious than that.

Honestly I almost stopped reading when the reveal happened - it’s a subject that’s very sensitive to me from personal/family experience and not something I usually like reading in fic (especially if there is a sad ending.) So I admit I jumped ahead to read how it would end first before committing to finishing it. And I am glad I did, because the author handles the subject matter with a realism and obvious knowledge of experience as well, not how I often see it in fanfic. There are a lot of emotional ups and downs but it’s nice seeing Dean in his momma-hen/mode, and Sam is so so good in this one! I think I enjoyed Sam’s characterization here most of all! And the author has a really cool/well developed angel/wing lore that hit my wing-kink pretty hard. I do think it could have all been edited down a bit - I found myself skimming parts, especially in the last third, just to get on with things. But it’s definitely a story you can disappear into for a good long time and I’ve bookmarked the author’s other works to read later, so again, I do rec it even with a few caveats.

A few shorter fics, too, just because I don’t want to forget about them...

Eleven Erogenous Zones of a Fallen Angel by almaasi (15k) Pure gratuitous wing!kink for me :) Cas uses the last of his grace to manifest his wings...but then is stuck with them in his human form and not even able to use them to fly as he used to. This presents a lot of awkward problems to deal with but also the excuse for Dean to help him keep them clean :) I did say wing kink, right? :D :D I loved how Cas seemed confused about the pleasure signals he got from bathing vs. sex vs. grooming and all of that. It’s sweet and hot and has my favorite kind of caretaking Dean in it.

Fossil Tracks by SegaBarrett (3k). Dean & Sam & Cas and dinosaurs. How can you go wrong with that? One of the SPN stories from the Id Pro Quo collection I really enjoyed reading (and didn’t write myself, lol).

#destiel recs #my fic recs #deancas recs #fandom that ate my life hello #destiel fic recs #my destiel recs

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nightklok · 4 years

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Writing Prompt! 1-4!

Fun Meta Asks for Writers

This turned out long I’m sorry sdflkj

1. Tell us about your current project(s) – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

God I have quite a ton but I’m gonna narrow it down to at least four-

Planet Rain: I had this idea for a long time of the prophecy possibly requiring Charles to be stabbed by one of the boys, this being Pickles-Now it’s mainly about the prophecy actually never being finished because none of their incarnations made it past that so they have to restart the prophecy to try and progress further. Three chapters of sadness and angst but there’s a bittersweet ending at least! I guess I just love how it’s something I kinda need to write; it feels like those fics that just give you the comfort or vent you may need and it does just that!

Charles’ guitars headcanon: Inspired by the extras where Charles mentions owning a guitar, it goes from the first to the last guitar (as of 2006) he received, bought, or was gifted and was either kept or taken from him in some way or another. I think it’s the research on guitars and the era/pop culture of the time that really slows it down (but I’ve gotten into Johnny Carson and Huey Lewis because of this!) but I think it’s just fascinating getting to learn about that and what songs, tv, celebrities he would’ve grown up with! I don’t know if anyone else headcanons it, but I did also research what it was like growing up with autism that slipped under the radar and it’s amazing to find just how relatable the stories were even for 2020 (which I guess just means that society probably hasn’t really progressed on treating people with autism but that’s probably another discussion-) I just love how much I’m learning because of this fic and hopefully it will be accurate enough-

Before We Die: Another idea I’ve had for a long time! Basically just taking the concept of Pickles’ reaction to Charles’ return after nine months but making it more sad and angsty because I feel like with Pickles, he can be either happy and forget everything he suffered those nine months or completely remember it and be so emotionally distraught-I’m just going with the latter-It’s probably a fic that’s difficult to write just by being unsure how to go about it. I am quite a number of words in though (about 10,000-) I think it’s just definitely an idea I really love and it’s one of those stories where I never thought it would end up being so expanded and detailed on-it’s taking longer than I expected but I still love it all the same!

Chickles bakery AU fic i’ve talked about like five hundred times and actually writing this time: Anytime I talk about this I end up adding more and i think this is the final time I’m adding more to this-but basically the premise is Pickles takes the wrong bus and goes to New York instead of California. Eventually, he finds a job at a local french bakery in a collegetown, and does meet Nathan, Skwisgaar, and Magnus. Through them, he’ll meet Charles and they just end up slowly bonding over the uncertainity of the future and music. And then there’s probably a chapter or two where they go to Wildwood, NJ because I say so but I’m sure that’ll be a central part of the story probably it’s not just the yearning talking no it’s not-I did manage to outline this story and I guess it’s outdated but I hopefully will be able to write at least chapter one and publish it otherwise I may never will-I think it’s just fun getting to learn about the 80s life in new York/New Jersey and getting to see what I can use from personal experiences there!

This did inspire me to make a spreadsheet of the fics I have in progress so here’s my google spreadsheet of (most of) the fics I’m working on far! I am still in the process of working on this and if I’m still planning to write whatever I had initially planned on last trope bingo, it might expand to 20 possibly-

2. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

I think I’m just gonna put this for general as I feel I answered it above! But honestly, I think it’s just getting to putting my ideas into words! The outlining and drafting process is one thing I’m especially looking forward to as it means I’m one step closer to finishing these hellscapes of never finished fics :’)

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

I think it’s just gotta be smut in general? Because man that looks fun to write but I’m not sure how to actually incorporate that into my writing-I did actually write one out of context smut scene that ended up inspiring Before We Die but now I’m just unsure about even including it there because it doesn’t really fit the tone anymore or at least I don’t think it does-I’ll just attach what I wrote here. And let anyone judge this or something- (This is highkey NSFW but there is some slight story to it that I think you can easily gather from what I summed up earlier and what’s provided. The only warning is that it’s not gonna end happy-)

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

I’m sure it’d be better if I used something that’s actually being published or something but it was this paragraph that I quickly thought of so here’s this paragraph-

There was for a moment that vulnerability once again. For just a moment, he was just some scared teenager like him from a tough home life trying to figure himself out. He wasn't the rebellious and over-confident singer of a band that was slowly tearing itself apart between the headlines. It would be a moment forever ingrained in Charles' mind as vivid and clear as his childhood home.

This is one of the earlier fics I wrote back in March and with no real clear idea or anything like that but it’s kinda special to me! I don’t think it’s the first Chickles fic technically but I think this helped me figure out how to write them and their relationship, especially in the past. I feel like a lot of us (even myself) forget that Pickles was 16 when he joined Snakes N’ Barrels and he’s still basically baby-I think that much pressure and fame toppled with the drugs and alcohol he consumed made it a lot to handle for him. He must’ve had to hide whatever he felt for the sake of being famous all while being taken advantage of by an industry that saw his flaws and quickly took control of whatever cracks he couldn’t hide. Having someone, like Charles, I think would’ve just been nice for Pickles to have because he would’ve provided the balance in his life and been the person he could actually be himself around. And Pickles in turn would do the same to Charles-I’m gonna stop myself before i pull out a full essay but honestly I think I might be able to at least breathe life into that paragraph and have it part of a full blown fic-hopefully-:’)

#thanks for asking!! :D #coldethyl75

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marvxlousqueen · 5 years

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Warren Worthington- I Missed You

tysm to @thoughtlesspace for always giving me ideas ily sm-Oh what if their exs and they haven’t spoken since the break up and that (sharing a room) forces them too and they find out their still in love w each other and smut ensues

warnings: angsty!!, warren cries a little :( , cussing, smut at the end ;)

word count: 3.2K (she’s LONG)

A/N: i got the gif from @mazzelloplots and he looks so good wtf like please let me suck your dick sir

It was a standard mission: depart from the school, travel for a day or two, recruit the newly discovered mutant, travel back, and get the new mutant registered and settled in. New mutants were found every few months thanks to Professor Xavier’s cerebro device, making this a usual routine to (Y/n). (Y/n) had been on tons of missions like this, even if it had been a few months since her last one.

(Y/n)’s last recruitment mission was about four months ago. It was her, Jean, Scott, and Warren- Warren.

(Y/n) hadn’t spoken to him since that mission. He had been careless, almost getting himself and everyone else killed by being too public about his mutation while they were tracking down the new mutant. (Y/n) had gone off about how dangerous it was and how he had a death wish, which resulted in Warren dumping her that same moment, saying something about “I don’t need you trying to control me.”

Of course, (Y/n) wasn’t trying to control him, just merely looking out for him because god knows he needed someone on his side after all the shit he had been through.

The rest of that mission (Y/n) avoided Warren, not wanting him to see how red and puffy her eyes were after their break up. She hid out in the back of the plane the whole ride back, busy crying into her hoodie.

The one thing that really bothered her about the break up, the one thing she was thinking about the entire flight back home- Warren didn’t seem affected at all. The same day they broke up she saw him laughing and making jokes with Scott as if he didn’t even care that he had ended their nine month relationship.

They had been together for almost a whole year and he felt nothing when it was over. (Y/n)’s sadness quickly turned to anger over the next fews days following their break up. She felt like it had all been a game to Warren, a game she didn’t want to play.

In an attempt to move on, she had been avoiding him since and had no plans to speak to him ever again.

That was until it was announced that after her four months off from recruitment missions, she was expected to make a trip all the way to Colorado with Jean, Scott, and Warren.

“Jean, you need to help me! I do not want to see him, I can’t see him. Can you try telling the Professor that you guys can handle it on your own? Honestly-you don’t need me.”

Jean rolled her eyes, watching (Y/n) face plant into her pillow while Jean packed. “I’m not doing that, (Y/n). We do need you and Warren won’t even care that you’re coming, he’s totally over everything, Scott said so.”

(Y/n) groaned into her pillow, feeling heat rush to her face in both embarrassment and anger. How could Warren be completely over me, but I can’t stop thinking about him? It’s not fair, she thought to herself.

“You still have feelings for Warren?”

(Y/n) sat up fast, “Stay out of my head, Jean!”

She raised her hands in surrender, “Sorry, sorry, you were just being really loud... but, do you?”

(Y/n) slowly nodded, eyes on the floor. Jean was quiet, not sure how to respond. She remembered how much (Y/n) had liked Warren when they were together, she was sure (Y/n) was in love with him.

“I still like him so much, and he’s totally over me.. what am I going to do?”

Jean walked over, taking a seat next to her on (Y/n)’s bed, patting her shoulder. “You’re going to be fine. It’s still fresh, but you’ll get over it eventually, you’ll find someone even better, trust me.”

(Y/n) shook her head, burying her face in her hands, letting out a sigh, “There’s no one better, he was the one.”

Jean patted her back, sighing with her.

The next morning (Y/n) was woken up by Jean’s alarm at 5:15, giving them an hour to finish packing, eat, change into their gear, and load up. At 5:45 (Y/n) stumbled into the kitchen, still not quite awake.

Looking up towards the pantry, she saw a figure all too familiar. White wings stretched out, curly hair a mess. He looked as amazing as ever, maybe even better than usual. His sleepy expression was one thing (Y/n) missed. She remembered the mornings she would wake up with him pressed against her, wings keeping her warm. She remembered his gravelly morning voice that always gave her chills, or the way he would push his face into the crook of her neck, leaving soft kisses to help her wake up.

(Y/n) was broken from her thoughts by the sounds of the pantry door closing. Warren made his way to the fridge, not looking at her. (Y/n) sneaked behind him, not wanting to make eye contact with him, not knowing what she would do if she did. She grabbed a breakfast bar from the pantry before trying to speed off down the hallway to move her gear into the plane.

“That’s all you’re going to eat?”

She stopped her movements, nearly dropping the bar in surprise. (Y/n) hadn’t heard his voice in nearly four months. She didn’t answer him, stuck frozen to the floor, not sure what to do about this situation.

“You always told me how breakfast is the most important meal of the day. You should eat some protein or something, not just that shit.”

(Y/n) had to stop herself from snapping at him, stop herself from yelling “Why do you care?”

She kept her head forward, not looking at where he stood behind her. She started to walk forward again, hoping to move past this situation.

“(Y/n).”

She stopped again, resisting the urge to turn around.

Warren ran a hand through his messy hair, trying to think of what to say while he had her there. “You always made sure I took care of myself, it’s time you do the same. A good breakfast is a nice start.”

(Y/n) sped down the hallway for the last time, trying to figure out why Warren was so pushy about the fact the fact that she was eating a bar instead of a fresh breakfast.

Truth is, Warren was trying anything to hold a conversation with her. He figured bringing up one of (Y/n)’s favorite methods of “self-care” would do the trick. Warren pulled his hand from his hair, groaning at how his hair was greasy and knotted.

You could say that (Y/n) had been a large part of Warren’s “hygiene.” Before they started going steady, he had been in an emotionless slump, never having the motivation to even do the simplest things like take care of himself. (Y/n) started pushing him to do so, knowing it would make him feel better.

He remembered after their first “official” date, a movie and a nice walk through the park (where they had gotten rained on), (Y/n) helped clean his wet wings. They were grimey from all the outdoor training he had been doing and desperately needed to be cleaned, but it was too difficult for him to reach and took too much effort. The feeling of her hands on him in that way was one he would never be able to forget. Her soft touches were something he wasn’t used to after his time in the cage in Berlin.

He hated to admit it, but he missed those soft touches, her warm hugs, the feeling of her pressed against him on a cold night, her soft lips on his- all feelings that Warren would never experience again because of how badly he had fucked up four months ago. And he hated himself for it.

He wasn’t even sure why it happened- he was stressed from the mission, angry from seeing anti-mutant protests in the streets as they tracked down their new recruit, and having (Y/n) snap at him about being careless and almost getting all of them killed by bringing attention to them, it just pushed him past his limit.

He should’ve taken it back that day, begged for her forgiveness, but he had broken up with her in front of everyone (another thing he regrets- he can’t imagine how embarrassing that must’ve been for her). If he were to beg her to take him back, he would’ve looked weak. He was too proud to undo what he had done, and it ultimately ended up destroying him.

On the way back from that mission he had seen her cry for the first time. All Warren wanted to do was hold her, stroke her hair, and whisper nice things in her ear to calm her down, until he remembered he was the cause of it all. How he would never be able to hold her again because she hated him.

Warren slammed the fridge shut, letting his anger get the better of him.

At 6:10, 5 minutes till departure, (Y/n) was stuffing her bag into a seat next to her, buckling it up so her stuff didn’t bounce around the plane. A few minutes after (Y/n) had taken her seat, Warren entered the plane, bag slung over his shoulder. He walked towards the row of seats where (Y/n) was, moving her bag from next to her so he could sit.

She said nothing, taking her bag from his hands and putting it below her chair. Warren’s leg was bouncing with anxiety. What do I say? What do I say?

“Hi.” Smooth, really thought out, genius!

(Y/n) eyes were still straight ahead, not wanting to see him. She afraid she would see how happy he was, how breaking up with her had finally freed him, because according to him those 4 months ago, she was just so controlling.

She was even more afraid of him seeing how broken she still was. (Y/n) didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her like that.

“So.. how are you?” Warren was leaning forward in his seat now, trying to get her to make eye contact with him.

(Y/n) was getting more and more annoyed by the second. Why does he want to talk to me?

She opened her mouth to snap at him, but was interrupted by Scott.

“We all set to leave?”

Jean climbed up in after him, helping Scott set the autopilot controls. (Y/n) took the opportunity of their interrupting presence to move seats, getting away from Warren.

Warren looked away from Scott to see (Y/n) rushing with her bag to the other side of the plane. He let out a sigh, hand running through his hair again.

What am I supposed to do if she won’t even talk to me?

Maybe you shouldn’t have broken up with her, you dick.

Warren jumped in his seat at the sudden sound of Jean in his head. Get out of my head, Jean!

No.

He looked at where she was sitting at the front of the plane with Scott, eyebrows furrowed. Well, can you at least be helpful if you’re going to eavesdrop? What do I do?

You don’t deserve her.

I know I don’t.

Jean was silent for a moment, taken back by his answer. She had always pictured Warren as some cocky douche ever since he had ended things with (Y/n) in front of everyone, but he was surprising her by sounding sincere.

I know I don’t deserve her, but please.. I miss her so fucking much. I need to get her back. Please help me.

Jean didn’t answer him, she returned to speaking with Scott as if she hadn’t just heard Warren open his heart. She didn’t say anything for the rest of the flight, all four hours of it.

Warren kept his eyes on the ground for the rest of the way, occasionally glancing towards (Y/n), praying she would look back at him just once.

The next few hours after they landed was spent tracking down the address of the new mutant. They located the house, but discovered the mutant was at a friends house until the following day, allowing Jean, Scott, (Y/n), and Warren to turn in early at the motel they were staying in for the night.

They were only able to get two rooms since it was Winterfest weekend in Denver and every hotel and motel in sight was completely booked. Jean and Scott had gone to the vending machine in the main office while (Y/n) and Warren silently unloaded their stuff from the rental car.

(Y/n) threw her and Jean’s bags into the first room, letting Warren handle his and Scott’s things. After locking the car, (Y/n) shut the door to her and Jean’s room throwing herself onto the one bed, happy it was a queen size so Jean wouldn’t kick her too much.

(Y/n) was flicking through channels on the TV when there was a knock at the door. Opening it, she saw Jean’s red hair covered in snow flurries.

“Hey, came to grab my stuff.”

(Y/n) stood frozen, confused as Jean walked past her, grabbing her duffel bag. “What?”

“Oh come on, it hasn’t been that long since we’ve all been on a mission like this. I room with Scott and you with Warren so that we can all.. you know.”

(Y/n) shook her head quickly, “No, Jean, no. That was before.. that was old times. I need to room with you, I’m not sharing a room with Warren!” She stood in front of the door, trying to block Jean from leaving.

“Yes you are. I need to room with Scott, we haven’t been alone in weeks.”

“Ew, Jean shut up.”

Jean rolled her eyes, pushing past (Y/n).

“Jean no! Come back!”

(Y/n) ran to the other room next door where Jean had gone, knocking loudly. The door opened, revealing Warren with his bag in his hand.

“Hey-”

“No! Jean, no!”

Warren’s voice immediately stopped. She doesn’t even want to see me, why would Jean think she’d be okay rooming with me?

His heart sunk even farther as (Y/n) continued her protests while he set up shop in her room. He sat down on the right side of her bed, remembering how she preferred the left side. His head was in his hands, eyes burning from frustration and self-hatred.

All Warren could think about was how much fun these missions used to be for him and (Y/n). The night before meeting with the recruit was spent eating too many vending machine snacks and staying up too late fooling around. Now he’d consider himself lucky if she said one word to him.

(Y/n) entered the room, dragging her feet. She stopped as she saw Warren on the bed. “You aren’t sleeping on the bed.”

Warren’s head whipped up at her words. She hadn’t spoken to him all day and that was the first thing she had said?

“I’m not sleeping on the floor, it’s freezing.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, grabbing a pillow, “Fine, I’ll sleep on the floor.”

Warren’s hand shot out, grabbing her wrist. “No (Y/n), you’ll freeze.”

She shook off his hand, “Don’t touch me, asshole.”

Warren quickly retracted his hand, voice breaking as he mumbled an “I’m sorry.”

Her words circled in his head as he tried to hold back his tears.

don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, asshole

(Y/n) wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do about a crying Warren on her bed.

“(Y/n)..”

Turns out, her body made the decision for her by making her involuntarily leap onto the bed to hold him at the sound of her name passing through his lips. He pressed his face into her shoulder, tears still running freely.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, (Y/n) please-I love you so much, I’m so sorry, I love you-”

“Warren..”

“I’m such an asshole and I don’t deserve you, I know I don’t but I love you so much-”

“Warren-”

“I’m so sorry, I love-”

“Warren, you don’t love me.”

He pulled away from her shoulder, looking up at her with wet cheeks. “Yes I do, (Y/n). I love you so much and-”

“If you loved me you never would have-”

“I never should have! I didn’t want to end things- I was just irritated and tired and mad and I’m so sorry, please (Y/n).”

(Y/n) stayed still, eyes on him. She wasn’t sure what to make of his apology or the fact that for the first time he said he loved her.

“God, look at me, I look like such a pussy. I can’t believe I’m crying in front of you.” Warren wiped his eyes, still watching her, waiting for a reaction. When none came he moved his hands to cup her face, looking into her eyes, “I love you so much and I’m so fucking so-”

(Y/n) cut him off by placing a strong kiss to his lips, which Warren immediately fell into, not realizing how much he had missed the taste of her.

She pulled away, hands on his face, wiping at the few tears that were still spilling.

She pressed her forehead against his, holding him close.

“I love you, (Y/n) and you don’t have to say it back, I know you hate me-”

“I love you, Warren.”

Warren’s heart skipped a beat as he heard those words leave her mouth, something he was honestly not expecting to hear, ever. He jumped on top of her, pinning her to the bed.

“I missed you so much, you have no idea.”

He pushed his lips back onto hers, pressing his tongue into her mouth, fighting with hers.

(Y/n)’s hands started to trail under his shirt, feeling the scars beneath her fingers. She started to tug at it, signaling to Warren that he should take it off. He pulled out of the kiss, trying to pull the shirt over his head without ripping it on his big wings.

(Y/n) followed his suit, pulling her hoodie and shirt over her head, leaving her in a bra and jeans.

Warren laid back onto her, grinding his hips against hers as he kissed her neck while he teased at her bra straps, waiting for her to beg for it.

“Warren...,” she whimpered.

“What do you want? Tell me.”

“Fuck me please, I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

Warren pulled his face from her neck, looking at her now. “And your hand just doesn’t compare, does it?”

(Y/n) shook her head, licking her lips as she thought of all the nights she spent with her hand in her panties trying to give herself the same feeling Warren used to.

“Let me make it up to you first...”

Warren began to slide down her body, unbuttoning her jeans, pulling them down with her underwear in one go.

“No, Warren, I need you to fuck me now. Like right now.”

Warren moved back up to her face. “You sure? I miss going down on you, it’s been far too long..”

“We’ll have time for that later, now I just need your cock, please!”

Warren pulled down his sweats, leaving his boxers for her to deal with. Her hands reached up to where he was on top of her, palming him, getting him so hard it hurt.

“Fuck, I missed you, (Y/n).”

(Y/n) finally pulled down his boxers, “Show me how much you missed me.”

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The Return- Part 10

Disclaimer: YALL IM SO SO SO SORRY.😭😭 I have been horrible and not updated this story for at least a month.😬 I can explain though... University has been kicking my ass and between that and my co-op placement at a law firm.😅 Ive had absolutely no time to do anything😩 BTW IVE MISSED YALL SO MUCH❤️And Ive read all your messages and asks. And yes my mental health is now better and y'all are so understanding and supportive 💕 honestly could not have asked for a better group of individuals☺️❤️

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Warnings: ANGSTY AF (kinda figured out that im probably a smut and angst writer at this point🤷🏽‍♀️), sucky ass grammar and spelling like always, my cliche imagination and the fact that Im probably a horrible human being😬😩 Also made it extra long cuz I felt baddd

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Arthur’s POV

“Arthur please! Open the door my love, I know what it may seem like to you, but I assure you that its not.” (Y/n) pleaded from the other side. I sat down on the mattress in our chamber contemplating whether or not it was true. Should I believe what my wife so desperately is trying to reassure me off. Or should I stick with my gut feeling and tell her how I have felt for the last 4 years. Her constant pounding on the door finally gets to me and I make my way to open it. “I wish to be left alone at the moment (y/n).” Her arms circle around my waist and I can feel her face wetting by back with tears. “Arthur please, talk to me. Why have you run off. You know that I love you. I do not want him, all he does is bring me pain and you take that away. So please, talk to me!” (y/n) murmurs into my back. As much as it pains me to do so I pry her hands off of me and sit us down on the bed. All I do is long for her touch, but this is not okay. I cannot keep feeling this way and go on pretending that I could have ever stood a chance against him. “(y/n), look at me. I love you and I always will. But its evident that you love him. and I honestly can say that I know I will never stand a chance against him, because the thought of you possibly running back to him has always been on my mind since the day we got married.”

Her eyes showed so much pain that confessing this felt as if I was driving a knife through her heart. “Arthur, I love you. What can I do to show you that. Yes I confess that I was in love with him, but that was long ago and I have left it in the past in order to build a future with you. Whom I love and who I share and will continue to share beautiful children with. So please don't shut me out, Arthur.” She says leaning our foreheads together and holding my face in her gentle hands. “Ok, however I want to be able to process things by myself. So I have decided to have the guest room across the hall prepared only until I figure things out.” With out giving her a chance to fight back, I place my lips on hers and savour the kiss as if it were our last. Meeting her eyes was something I wanted to avoid as I knew that just looking at her broken expression would make me change my mind. I hastily make my way out of the room, but sneak a quick glance over my shoulder to find my wife staring off into the direction where I once sat. With tears streaming down her eyes...

Your POV

What had I done? Why was I such fool to not see what my husband was clearly going through? Millions of questions rushed into my mind about how to go about this situation. I loved Arthur, I was clear on that. But he spoke the truth, there was something in me that could not let Ivar go and it took hurting my husband and Ivar to figure that out. As I sulked I forgot about the doctor whom I had asked to see me earlier. I was having really bad stomach pains and my breasts were more tender then they had ever been. So I wanted to make sure that I was not sick, as that would have been the last thing I needed on my plate at the moment. “My Queen, are you alright? Do you wish to push back this appointment, I dont mind coming by later when you're better.” The doctor spoke from behind me. “Yes, it seems so. Ill let the servant girl know if I need you doctor. Im sorry for the inconvenience.” “Nonsense your majesty, it is my pleasure to serve you.” With a bow the doctor retreats from the room and Im left to my own thoughts once again...

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“(y/n), wake up... its seems that you fell asleep on the floor. Come on I’ll help you up.” Upon hearing Hvitty’s comforting voice my eyes flutter open and I cant help the tears that song come down my face like a cascade. “(y/n)! are you alright are you hurt anywhere? Why are you crying?” Hvitserk’s eyes scan my face and my body looking for the source of my pain, which is held in my heart, but he’ll never know that. “Arthur... He...” I try to find the words to say. “What! What did he do! Did he hurt you? I swear ill kill him!” With that Hvitserk tries to let me go and run out the door, but somehow I manage to stop him. “Hvitserk, No! He didn't hurt me. I hurt him... He believes that Im in love with Ivar, and I fear that their maybe some truth to it...” I say just above a whisper, with my head held low. “(Y/N), Ive known that since before you were married. It was obvious, but I would never say anything to you because I found that it was best if I kept such observations to myself, before I found out about your father.” Lifting my head and staring directly at him, I move my head to the side with a puzzling look. “What do you mean about my father, Hvitserk?” Hvitserk now mirrors the same lost look that I have on my face. “I thought thats why you and Ivar had gotten together, because Ragnar’s not your father...”

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Ivar’s POV

“Aghhhh!”Is the sound that comes out of my gritted teeth when the medicinal herbs are placed on my face. “That hurts like a bitch, get out! Ill do this myself if I have to. GO!” I yell at the servant girl who tried to cleanse and tend to the cuts on my face. “Ivar, please let the servants tend to you. I still cannot believe that Arthur punched you in the face. Hehehe, you deserved it though, how could you question the paternity of his children and not expect him to want to kill you?” Bjorn laughs as he chugs the rest of his drink down. “Well, if you actually cared about your children and the heir to your throne, you’d also be quite upset to find a Christian King claiming to be their father. Those children are mine! And its pretty evident, just look at Marjorie. She's my spitting image.” I snarl at him as the anger begins to rise in me again. “Ivar, thats your mistake and why you’ll never get (y/n) back. You believe that everything should be yours. And that people are things you can govern over, but they're not. Because those are children. And yes they may be yours, but you cannot take away what they have known because you want to be selfish.” He says with a stern look on his face, whilst getting up from his chair and making his way to the door. “Now get ready and fix yourself we have a intimate dinner to attend to with MY sister and the love of your life.” Unbeknownst to us, there was Freydis on the balcony listening to our whole conversation. And little did I know that it would come to be the thing I regretted the most.

At the dinner I notice (y/n) sit on the opposite side of the table from Arthur. This wouldn't have affected me if it wasn't for the look on both of their faces. They seemed distraught and broken. Arthur masked it well, but (y/n) was an open book for all of us to know exactly how she felt at that moment. Not much talking happened, besides Marjorie and Erik shouting at each other on who was better at riding. They reminded me a lot of myself and all I wanted was to tell them the truth, that they were my children and that they would go back to Kattegat with me to learn about the true gods and not the fable that had been told to them about their so called ‘God’.” “(Y/n) are you alright, you do not seem quite like yourself tonight.” Bjorn states with a concerned look that we all share. Even Arthur looks a bit concerned, but his body language makes it seem as if he is alright and nothing is wrong. “Sarah, could you please put Marjorie and Erik to bed? Its getting late for them and they have their lessons early in the morning.” She says with a stern and cold look in her (e/c) eyes. “Su...sure your majesty. “ At that Bjorn stands up as if to accompany Sarah, but is quickly stopped by (y/n)’s icy glare and venomous words. “Sit your ass down.” At that we all look astonished, but Hvitserk only stares at her with sadness and what seems to be sympathy. He must know why she is like this then.

Bjorn slowly sits back down on the table. A shocked look graces his face, as he cannot comprehend why she is acting this way towards her beloved older brother. “How long.” Is all she grits out through her teeth. “What do you mean, (y/n)?” My eyes meet Hvitserk’s own and the realization dawns upon me. She knows...

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Your POV

“Stop with the bullshit! I cannot take anyone else lying to me!” I scream as I bang my hands against the table, stunning everyone in sight. “How long did you know that Ragnar was not my father! How long have you kept the truth from me! How long have you known that Athelstan was my father!” I could careless about everyone staring at me as if I was a mad woman. I had been lied to my whole life. All I had known had been a lie, and the people who I trusted the most in this world had been the ones keeping it a secret from me. “(Y/N)... I..I’ve know since the moment you were born. But father had sworn me into secrecy and I could not break a promise. This doesn't change anything though. You are still my sister and you will always be.” Bjorn says in a haste as tries to come closer to me, but I step back and move as far back as I can. “Did you know? Tell me! Ivar did you know that we were not siblings!” Ivar didn't even have to answer. I knew from the look in his eyes that he too had been lying to me.

“I knew.” Arthur says staring right at me. “I knew that you weren't his daughter and I knew that Ivar wasn't your brother. But I kept that information from you because all I wanted to do was have you by my side. I’m sorry, for the pain I have caused you (y/n). Im sorry for being selfish and not telling you the truth, but I now see that I was wrong and as of tomorrow you are free to go back to your country. I promise that your title and lands will not be taken from you or from the children. May they be mine or his. But I cannot go on with this facade anymore.” Arthur says in the most calm demeanour as he stands up and comes to me. “You hypocrite! How dare you make me feel like shit for harbouring feelings for Ivar when you knew all along and knew that my whole life was a lie.” I scream as I run at him and slap him across the face. But before I can get another punch in I feel a strong grip holding me from behind. From the shocks and the utter feeling in my stomach I knew it could have only been Ivar. As I try desperately to release from his vice grip, my whole world comes crashing down when Sarah enters the room. With blood all over her.

“Your highnesses...Erik.... he.. he..” She tries to say through her shock. “What! What is wrong with my son!” Ivar, Arthur and I scream at the same time. “He.. he’s dying!”

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We all simultaneously run after Sarah towards the doctors quarters. Ivar with his brace on, manages to run faster than all of us and busts the doors wide open. if I wasn't so worried about my son or upset about the fact they all knew Ragnar wasn't my father, I would've been impressed. “What are you doing! Get away from my son!” At that Ivar rushes towards the doctor who is bleeding Erik out. Grabbing him by the collar he slams the doctor on the wall and his sclera go into bluish hue, showing that he is in danger of breaking a bone. “Ivar stop it! Let the man go, he is just trying to help.” “Help my ass! I will not let you harm my son, do you understand me! I will not let you harm him!” At that Ivar lets the doctor go, but not without staring him down. And the doctor looking like he is about to shit himself. Rushing to Erik’s side I notice something strange. The colour of his skin is now fading and his eyes have bags under them. But what hits me the most is the memory of Uncle Rollo teaching me about poison. “He doesn't need to be bled, he needs medicine. He’s been poisoned...”

“Mama! What is wrong with Erik! He will be okay right? He has to be okay!” Marjorie begins to say as she shakes with fear. Before Arthur or I could say something to console her, Ivar bends down and takes her hands in his. “Marjorie, listen to me. Your brother is a fighter and so are you. After all were related aren't we?” Ivar says as he lifts her chin. “Yes..I suppose that we are. Is it true what they say though? Are you our father?” At that Ivar turns to me looking towards me for permission. At this point I think to myself how hard it was to learn my whole life had been a lie and that I would not want that for my children, so I nod. “Yes, Marjorie I am your father. And no your mother is not my sister. It was something that we had to say because she needed to be kept safe.” He says ever so calmly. “Safe from who?”She questions “From my mother. Your grandmother.”

Cough*Cough* Spurts of blood cover me in seconds. My attention becomes focused in on my son again. “Where is the damn antidote! Please someone hurry!” At that Hvitserk runs into the room with a small green vial. “Here take this it should help him. Lagertha gave it to me before her and father left. Something about it would come in handy some day. Here.” Shoving the vial in my hands I open it quickly and lift Erik’s head. “Drink this Erik. It should help you, my darling. Please be strong, I know you're scared, but you’ll be alright ok. Everything will be ok.” I say through tears. Today had been the worst day by far. “Mira... please help my son. I know you're always with me, but please help me now. Pray for my son and ask God to save him.”

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A few hours had gone by and nobody had moved from the room. Arthur sat on the chair next to the bed with his elbows on his knees, looking straight and focused in on Erik. Bjorn and Hvitserk sat by the fireplace and were wetting some towels so that we could place them atop Eriks head. I sat on the bed next to my son and caressed his beautiful face hoping for a miracle. I had dismissed Sarah and told her to take Marjorie with her, but she would not budge. Sarah left, but Marjorie stayed and sat in Ivars lap asking him if Erik would pull through. Ivar was sweet to answer as best as he could, and I could tell that he truly cared for his children even if his demeanour wasn't the greatest. I knew that deep in my heart I would have to let him get to know them, but it still hurt especially knowing that he now was married. “Wait, where is Freydis? I haven't seen her since yesterday.” I say looking towards Ivar. “I dont know earthier to be honest, she's probably looking at some damn flowers anyway. Its best if she's far away anyway.” “Why would you say that about your wi-” “she's not my wife, at least not yet. Were not actually married, (y/n). I just said that to piss you off.” Taking a deep breath I go to stand up from the bed in order to fetch a bucket of water and some new cloths. Instead I end up on the floor cradling my belly, with a burning sensation in my chest and blood pouring out from my mouth. “(Y/n)! Mama!” I can hear the shouts around me. “Fetch the doctor! Now hurry!” The voices around me begin to fade and not before long I can feel myself drifting away.

“My baby... Save my baby...” And with that everything turns pitch black...

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Hey you should totally ,,, *sticks leg out* ,,, tell me ur favourite snarry fics because i've run out of good fics and it made me sad

I most definitely ,,, *sticks leg out* ,,, will tell you my favorite snarry fics but I make no promises that they’ll be anything you’ve not read before. Also, because I’m very opinionated, imma give a brief little blurb of my opinion for each.

My Favorite Snarry Fics (in no particular order):

Because I Love You, You Idiot by TheMightyFlynn

I’m rereading this at the moment, actually. It’s so so so so wonderful. It’s a creature fic with Sev as a Veela. It’s arguably a little OOC, but it’s so full of sexy smut and warm fluff that I just can’t stop rereading it. I highly recommend it. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve reread this thing. I love this Severus because he’s still him, but it’s like an indulgent him, if that makes sense. My favorite line in any fic ever comes from this fic.

With Eyes Wide Open by suitesamba

This one kind of frustrates me at times because I wish it was a bit more… emotional? It’s a forced marriage between Harry and Sev, and I’d say it’s a little more realistic than some in regards to their relationship. I just sometimes find myself so desperate for them to get super emotional at the end, but this is not an extreme fluff fic. I LOVE the subtleness of how Severus is shown to be so attracted to Harry (all I’m going to say is rutting. you’ll know when you get there). It’s a lovely fic. Also it has touches of jealousy in it which are delicious.

The Courtship of Harry Potter by Diana Williams

I’d recommend this for anyone starting out in courtship fics. It’s rather tame as courtship fics go. Not smutty (though, if I remember correctly, there is some sexy times). It’s a wonderful and easy read. Severus is great, and it’s quite funny.

Nature’s Changing Course by Durrant

I’m not too much of a fan of de-aged fics, but this one is so sweet. Sev (who is de-aged) and Harry are in their last year of school post the Battle of Hogwarts. Harry is so sweet and innocent. Sev is unsure and adorable. It’s also got amazing teenage lust that leaves you gushing kudos for the author for writing such hotness that somehow is the utmost of cuteness.

Changed and its sequel Claimed by Sablesilverrain

Omegaverse. These are sort of my guilty pleasure. I’ve not actually read these in a good while. Harry is an Omega and Sev is an Alpha and it is hot hot hot. Like I said, my guilty pleasure.

Secrets of Midnight by Lizzy0305

Definitely OOC. Severus just… doesn’t act like that. But I love it so shhhh. It’s hot and fluffy and SO AMAZING OH MY GOD IT’S LIKE TWO FICS IN ONE. I see it as broken into two parts. The first part is student-teacher relationship. It’s hot and fluffy and makes my heart happy. The second part is post Battle of Hogwarts. It’s delicious and wonderful and my heart soars. Some of the lines in this are just so funny I can’t even. I don’t want to spoil it for you but AHHHHHH. Read it. You gotta.

The Unexpected Omega by Nagabelle

Omegaverse (obviously). It’s an au in more ways than having alphas and omegas in it. The smut will steam up your windows, so watch out. The sequel The Unexpected Heir is still incomplete and it kills me because I need to know how it ends. It’s another guilty pleasure fics. I love a good omega fic.

A Convenient Marriage by Diana Williams

OH MY GOD THE JEALOUSY IS MOUTHWATERING. I love, love, love, love the latter half of this fic. Oh it’s so delicious and wonderful. Severus is so *swoons* with his jealousy and his protectiveness. Ugh. If you’re looking for a realistic forced marriage thing but with fluff and sexiness, I recommend this wonderful fic.

Of The Passion of Potters by Brego_Mellon_Nin

Sometimes you just gotta read a smutty fic. This is deliciously smutty right from the start. It’s quick paced, and an easy read. Oh, and there’s this scene which involves Flitwick that I just love to bits. Oh, Severus. It’s so so funny.

A True Match by LilRinnieB

Fluffy happiness with some lovely smut thrown in. It’s another indulgent fic of mine that I love to reread when I want a confident and forward Severus that knows exactly what (read: who) he wants and an oblivious Harry.

Between the Lines and anything else by Dementordelta

Harry gets to know the Half Blood Prince by communicating how he did with Tom in that diary. Harry is so cheeky and I love reading Sev slowly losing his self control around him. Also, everything Dementordelta writes is just wonderful?????

Addiction by Lizzy0305

Vampire!Severus is lip licking good. Oh this story has everything I love. Jealousy, mates, smut, teasing, possessiveness, humour, fluff, and Severus losing his tightly held control because Harry James Potter is a sexy little fucker whom he loves very much.

Jealousy Is the Best Policy by Lomonaaeren

I honestly read this fic over and over again just to get to the end of it where Sev is an absolute savage and Draco is told to fuck off in the most wonderful (and luckily for Harry, pleasurable) of ways.

Arbitrium Liberum by Lizzy0305

Sev’s ego and smugness bite him in the bum and it is GLORIOUS. Professor Potter is having serious issues with this free spirited Severus. Honestly, what I wouldn’t give for a day with Sev under the affects of this potion.

Playing With Matches by Emynn

Harry, Harry, Harry. My poor little oblivious Chosen One. When will you ever learn. Severus needs to also get it through that cute little skull of his that Harry doesn’t take subtle hints. Smash him against the wall and kiss him dizzy, Sev. This match making fic is so entertaining. Sometimes I like to hurt myself with reading pining, and this has got glorious pining in it.

Sudden Urges by lilyseyes

Sev has no self control and it’s just great. SHAG HIM SEV. SHAG HIM SILLY.

Parable of the Talents by Lomonaaeren

Another guilty pleasure fic. Jealousy and some poor misguided soul thinking he can get Sev who is clearly Harry’s and we all know it. Sev has no mercy and no chill. Oh, Severus. Oh, Harry.

Going Green by Emynn

The ending always has me like !!!!!! Severus you idiot. You of all people should know the importance of word choice. Also: Miscommunication can FUCK OFF.

Tempus by Suziesu74

Guilty pleasure. Student-Teacher fic with Harry back in the past and Sev is the student. It’s got lots of smut, and I’ll tell you now can be a bit… problematic if I’m honest. Sev is underage (I’m pretty sure) and Harry does some questionable things. But it’s just one of those fic’s I keep coming back to. Also, I love the plot. It’s a unique execution on time travel fics.

One of a Kind by Emynn

OH MY GOSSHHHHHHH. It’s so short but it’s so sweet. I wish there was so much more. The jealousy in it kills me. I LOVE how protective of Harry Severus is. I don’t want to ruin it, but Sev’s reaction during the dueling? Oh. I can’t. He’s so wonderfully protective. I love him so. I just love the premise. I want more.

The Boy Who Lived a Bit and its sequel Care of Magical Creatures by Barbarella

My literal favorite fics of all time. This is SO in character. I think that’s why I love it so much. It’s got heart stopping smut and fluff. The plot if AMAZING. They are completely themselves. It’s so wonderful because it’s everything you want in a fic and with our beloved otp of snarry, and yet it is so realistic that you can totally see this being real. I love it. SO SO SO SO SO much. I mean this is my favorite of all time. In any fandom. These two fics are just THE BEST.

The Fire Call Series by Flic

Made up of several shorter fics as chronological order sequels. It’s a great mix of sexy and fluffy. You know how sometimes you find a wonderful series but the last fic in it kind of makes it end ‘meh’ like? Skinny Latte, which is the last fic, is a super sweet ending to the series. Which I was so happy about.

Sunrises and its sequel Happily Ever After by Julia the Younger

Oooooooh. The angst!!!!!! Let me tell you how much I do not like super angsty fics. hella. I hella don’t like them. But the angst in this is worth it. It’s a more realistic fic, and unlike Barbarella’s two realistic fics, it takes the realism in a not-as-blissful-and-fluffy-but-still-quite-happy path. Also the jealousy provides a grand moment in Sunrises and Happily Ever After’s ending is so sweet.

So as you can tell, I really like jealous!Severus and Possessive!Severus and Protective!Severus. I think it’s because I feel like Sev is a jealous, possessive, and protective man. So, it sort of makes sense to me that he’d be like that and to see him put those to Harry out of love and lust makes me feel all warm and tingly inside. I also love mates and bonds. I think it’s so romantic when they’re fated

Anyway, these are my favorites. I hope you like them! Also, you can always give my fics a read :D I’ll be writing more soon. My inbox is always open to prompts (I’m working on fulfilling some right now actually), so feel free to send me them!

Happy reading!

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