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shyvioletcat · 10 months

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2. Do you read/reread your own fics?

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

2: For my own sanity I try to keep for plot purposes only, but if someone reblogs something I haven’t seen in a while I usually read over it. Then just about die at all the writing errors.

19: I think you’ll easily be able to guess this one:

Rowan tried to keep his hand steady even as the little girl in front of him was determined not to stay still. Ivy had begged him to do face painting at her party, and of course he was going to say yes. He had spent the last month practicing on paper, his daughter and even his friends when they let him. Rowan had been good to start with, and now he was considering making it a weekend job. Not really, being a deputy principal during the week and being a full time dad was more than enough work for him. But at least it was therapeutic.

“Hold still for just one more second,” Rowan told the brown haired girl sitting in front of him. She huffed, but listened, the lure of a unicorn horn and ears overriding the need to see what was going on. Adding a few last details on the horn to really give it some sparkle and then he was done. “There.”

Rowan didn’t need to say more than that and the girl was off. He wiped his hands on an old tea towel and was about to refill some of the snack bowls when his mother approached him looking like she was holding in a secret.

She sidled up close, beckoning him a little closer so Rowan had to lean in then whispered. “Your mermaid is here.”

29: Okay, so I’ve mentioned this scene before but here it is in real life. This is how the big pivotal blow up in It Takes Two was meant to go down:

“You’re scared of the way I make you feel because you don’t want to feel anything at all”

Aelin spat the words at Rowan, each once laced with disappointment and anger. She had thought… she had thought that maybe they were something more. But it seemed Rowan would rather continue his bleak existence than be with her.

Rowan’s back was tight as he gripped the back of the armchair, tense like he was holding back from something.

“Just admit it Rowan. Admit it so we can finally be honest with each other.”

Rowan turned, the look on his face had Aelin rooted to the spot. She couldn’t read it but the intensity of it kept her gaze locked with his. Then he was in front of her and before she could ask him what he was doing or hurl another insult at him his lips were on hers, both his hands cradling her face. Aelin stood there frozen in shock for half a moment before her hand wrapped around his neck kissing him back. When she felt his tongue run along her bottom lip she gasped. Rowan took the opportunity to slip his tongue against hers and Aelin was ready to combust.

This was the first time they had kissed since that fateful night and it reminded Aelin just why she had been so willing to tumble into his bed even though she had hated him in that moment. Kissing Rowan was unlike anything she had ever felt before.

Rowan’s lips became gentle, the kiss changing from that urgent burning intensity to something soft and gentle. When he finally pulled away there was still that unreadable expression on his face but Aelin could at least now read the sadness in his eyes.

“Rowan…” Aelin’s voice was hoarse, evidence of how thoroughly he had wrecked her.

He spoke, his voice hollow. “It wasn’t supposed to be you.” Rowan stepped back from her, his face was so hard when he looked at her again, cold and hard and unyielding. Then he said the words again, “It wasn’t supposed to be you.”

Then he was out the door, leaving Aelin standing there spiralling and falling, to where she didn’t know.

Thanks for asking 💜

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falsegoodnight · 3 years

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these are the fics I read or reread and enjoyed this month! like last time, i’m separating it into different sections: main list, podfics, wips, and non-1d. rereads will be included in the main list and marked with *.

*note: this list encompasses the fics i’ve read from the 1st to the 25th and any fics read after will be included in next month’s fic rec list because otherwise this is going to be obnoxiously long.

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main list ~

✰ black cherries and chocolate by @harryanthus | NR | 666 (intense and jarring in the best way. this leaves you with that heart-racing feeling and panic crawling up your throat)

There is something or well, someone in the walls.

✰ keep secrets just to keep you by @hadestyles | T | 1k (loved this so much!! and need 1000000 more royalty abos from rori immediately)

“With the elements as my witness, I take you to be my husband. My heartbeat begins with you and ends with you, Louis Tomlinson.” Louis sinks to his knees as well, salty tears mixing with the pure rainwater. “And I take you as mine. My heart beats for you and with you.”

✰ bitter coffee and sweet love by @dontfuckwithmyotp | G | 1k (so cute and sweet!! proud of you ari for getting your first fic out and excited to see what you do next!)

“Hello! Welcome to The Busy Bean! Are you new?” Louis blinked in surprise at the voice and looked around to find the source. “Behind you,” The person tapped his shoulder once and he whirled around at the unexpected touch.

“Hey! Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to interrupt a person—” His rant stopped when he finally faced them. It was a guy—Harry Styles, according to his small black name tag. His eyes widened in embarrassment.

✰ turn your mic off, baby by @vogueharrystan | E | 2k (i love when lilli writes harry’s pov. this was so hot!)

Louis walks around the house naked all day and ignores Harry to play video games instead. Harry gets tired of it.

✰ This Could Be Love by mulletharry | G | 2k (such a cute and perfect little valentine’s day fic! put the biggest smile on my face <3)

Harry and Louis have been together for four months. They spend their first Valentine’s Day together.

✰ you appear as my soul by @hadestyles | T | 2k (so gorgeous and raw)

He aches — not as much as Louis, he could never imagine all that he bears quietly — and as cruel as it sounds, it keeps reminding him of how fragile they are.

✰ the energy from your body by sweetielouis | E | 3k (hilarious, hot, and cute!)

Harry and his friends have a popular podcast, for the Valentines Day special they get a bit drunk and talk a bit too comfortably about their friends arses.

It's a good thing Louis doesn't mind it all that much.

✰ look how i remember by @harryanthus | M | 4k (this left me speechless and aching)

He hates it, he wants to scream and tell Harry as much. Kiss me like you mean it. Kiss me as if we are in love. Kiss me like you will never do it again. Kiss me with so much hatred that it turns back to love.

✰ Things Unsaid by @londonfoginacup | G | 5k (so so cute and funny!!)

"That chunky oversized sweater is like a clown outfit made for winter."

It feels like time slows down.

Those words echo in his mind, familiar. Why are they familiar? The— the sweater he saw last week. The one with all the knit squares.

The train slows to a stop and Louis just— he doesn’t move. He feels frozen in place as people surge around him. Suddenly everyone is moving too fast and then just as suddenly the car is near empty, taking off again.

The man is gone.

His soulmate is gone.

✰ reckless serenade by @thepolourryexpress | E | 4k (adorable and funny and amazing!)

Harry's Google search history may or may not look like 'my girlfriend doesn't know we're dating.'

✰ dancing in the moonlight by @outropeace | E | 5k (need 100k more of this immediately, thanks. so wonderful)

Louis’ fuck buddy gets a date for Valentine’s day and he discovers that denial isn’t just a river in Egypt.

✰ The truth is, the stars are falling by larrysbeanies | E | 5k (hot!!! walking-in trope that i love so much)

Harry knows Louis is gay. Hell, he came out to Harry exactly two months ago (when the dreadful dry spell started) because it was becoming increasingly hard to hide the fact that his one night stands were men. And, you know, they’re best friends so there aren’t supposed to be secrets and all that.

Thing is, Louis told Harry he’s gay ergo, Harry is aware that Louis likes men. Why the fuck did he act so normal while fingering him three days ago, then? Is this something straight guys do to their gay best friends in Harry’s world?

Louis would really like to know.

✰ to be used and to be in love by @thelesserneptune | E | 5k (blessed that this is a series. really hot and cute!)

Louis doesn't know why his filthy best friend turned into a vanilla boyfriend and thinks of the perfect birthday present to solve that problem.

✰ on the borderline by @princelouisau | E | 8k (the way danielle writes... poetry. this broke me down and then stitched me back up <3)

Louis makes his choice.

✰ One Step Closer by agrinwithouthiscat | G | 12k (reading asexual hl fics is instant comfort and this was lovely)

The one fake relationship AU where they don't end up together.

✰ i glow pink in the night by @raspberryoatss | E | 12k (hybrid louis perfection, beautiful writing, characters, and story as always!)

Harry reads a lot of articles about hybrids and Louis is determined to prove them wrong.

✰ The Thinker of Tender Thoughts by @speakingwithink | G | 13k (asexual hl again! this one made me cry)

Louis sits on his hands to stop them from shaking as he adds, ‘and I’m ace.’ If only he had glitter, he thinks. Coming out deserves a bit of sparkle.

✰ Kiss Me Once, Kiss Me Twice by @harriblou | M | 13k (enemies with benefits to lovers goodness! so hot and entertaining)

“You’re a fucking brat, you know that,” Harry muttered through clenched teeth, bones already burning with the pure desire and hatred mixing in his body. It was an intoxicating rush of adrenaline and something else that probably came with fucking Louis Tomlinson. He squeezed his neck just a little tighter. “I can’t stand it.”

Their lips were brushing against each other, just moving with the ragged movements of their mouths and harsh breathing.

“You’re a lying piece of shit dickhead,” Louis muttered right back. That was all he did, challenge and nag. He loved to have the last word and Harry let him because he used all his energy to fuck him mindless.

✰ hold onto your stars by vashtaneradas | NR | 16k (this writer’s atmosphere/prose draws me in every time. such a lovely story)

Harry's in the army, Louis' back home, and ninety days is a lifetime.

✰ The Future is Now by @jacaranda-bloom | E | 16k (love fics in this five times format and this one was so unique and cool!! and the friends to lovers aspect = chef’s kiss)

Five times Louis follows the fortunes to seek out his true love, and the one time he realises that what he's been searching for might've been right in front of him the whole time.

✰ Visceral Heat & Carnal Highs by @theisolatedlily | E | 18k (the prose in this... gorgeous. so fucking good and addicting. delighted that there’s going to be a sequel and excited for whatever lily does next!)

Louis is a demon at a house party prowling for a meal, indulging in horrendous sins to satisfy his hunger. Harry is the talk of the night, beckoning all eyes on him and the reason why Louis’s plan goes awry.

✰ deFENCEless by @solvetheminourdreams | T | 27k (this was so cute and so funny and i had the biggest smile on my face the entire time. not surprised since stef always evokes that in me with her writing)

When Louis butts heads with his new neighbor who loves to garden a little too much, all he can do to protect his yard (and heart), is keep on building up his fence(s).

✰ darling, you give love a bad name by snowcaplou | M | 29k (been waiting for this one since summer and i wasn’t disappointed! so wonderful and real!)

Louis’ has been best friends with Gemma all his life in this stupid little town he’s grown to hate. What happens when, after one night together with his best friend’s brother, he falls pregnant? Surrounded by small minds and conservative cultures, Louis has to deal with parents that demand they do the “right” thing. Get married before anybody finds out.

✰ The Haunting of Louis Tomlinson* by @helloamhere | T | 31k (will never not be an all-time favorite. louis’ character is my absolute favorite - gothic heroine indeed - and harry is the best dramatic gay ghost ever <3)

Louis is a plucky Gothic Heroine, Harry is a Mournful Spirit, and Big Country Houses are full of mystery and suspense, as Big Country Houses ever are!

✰ begged and borrowed time by @bottomlwt | M | 40k (this concept was so unique and so cool!! loved the medieval setting and the time travel and how everything fit together in the end!!)

“It wasn’t until 1568 that it became time for Prince Harry to find a queen and prepare to rule. However, the day he was set to choose his bride-to-be, he mysteriously disappeared, never to be seen again despite the multiple search parties that went on through the years. To this day, historians still do not know what happened with the infamous Prince Styles case..."

✰ Lidocaine and Palm Trees.* by @daddyharrie | E | 45k (definition of ris comfort read - on nth reread and still love it wholly. makes me miss la which is an astonishing feat in itself)

Heat, fake tans and lots of traffic.

Harry never expected to earn his living this way when he moved to LA.

Louis didn't think he could ever be the same after his divorce.

A lighthearted story about two guys trying to find themselves in the vibrant, sprawling city of Los Angeles, with a side of technical porn industry stuff.

✰ haunted by the ghost of you* by @missandrogyny | E | 49k (perhaps my favorite fic of all time? the humor, the characters, the angst?!?! all the britney spears!! and pink ouija boards and wikihow!!)

He’s tall—that’s the first thing that registers in Louis’ head when he spots him, standing with his hands behind his back. Tall, with curly hair, staring at them with the widest, greenest eyes Louis has ever seen. And wait, are those dimples? Louis didn’t know ghosts could have dimples.

Because he’s definitely a ghost, this boy. At first glance he looks normal, standing there pigeon-toed in a band shirt (The Ramones, Louis can’t help but note incredulously), dark jeans, and some boots, with rings on both hands, and tattoos littering his left arm—a sleeve made of anchors and names and roses and other completely unrelated things. But he’s also a little bit translucent; if Louis focuses, he can see the outline of the furniture, the design of the wallpaper through him.

“Hi,” the boy—the ghost—says to Louis. His face shifts; somehow his dimples dig deeper into his cheeks. His eyes flit from Louis, to Niall, to Liam, and finally to Zayn, and his face goes from shocked to elated. “I’m Harry.”

At in that exact moment, standing between three of his best friends and staring at a (quite handsome) ghost, Louis can only think one thing.

Nick Grimshaw was right.

✰ like real people do by @eeveelou | E | 64k (this was... so amazing. the characters were so wonderfully written and so was the journey of healing and growth that louis undertakes over the story :’) loved the contrast between l and h’s lives and how they fit into each other still so perfectly)

Jessica Jones AU in which the dead stay where they belong, featuring Zayn as the high-powered lawyer with a hopeless crush on his assistant Liam, Niall as the constantly stoned but strangely insightful neighbor, Harry as Manhattan’s media darling, and Louis as the never-was hero who’s just trying to pick up the pieces.

✰ Black With Autumn Rain by whimsicule | T | 93k (i actually can’t remember if i’ve read this before??? either way - it was wonderful! loved the setting and atmosphere and the supernatural elements! i was so intrigued from the first sentence onwards)

Harry is a journalist, Louis has lots of secrets and the moors aren’t exactly the ideal place to rekindle a lost romance.

podfics ~

✰ tall stories on the page by @soldouthaz & read by @softlouislove | T (hannah’s voice is so lovely and perfect for reading aloud - and ofc the fic itself is amazing)

Harry's tired of being interviewed by people that only care about the same pointless gossip. Louis is a nice change of pace.

wips ~

✰ Truth Behind Golden Eyes by @lwtisloved | E | 60k | 6/16 (just caught up fully today but i’m really enjoying everything! this is everything i’ve ever wanted in a fantasy fic)

Louis is a royal servant born with magic in a kingdom where his sole existence is outlawed with a war he has no idea he has a part in upon him. Harry is the prince on whom the burden of mending a broken kingdom falls upon and he might be willing to risk it all for a simple servant if only he admitted it to himself.

✰ ‘cause all our tomorrows lead the way by @loubellies | E | 39k | 3/10 (having a blast reading this one!! i’ve never seen the bachelor in my life but in fic-format, it’s so fun!)

So maybe Louis’ in over his head.

He had signed up for the Bachelor on a whim after his second bottle of wine and well, here he is. He’s just been announced as the twenty-sixth Bachelor and his ass is sweating. Like, literally sweating. He’s positive that if he was to turn around, the entirety of Bachelor Nation would get a nice peek of his ass sweat.

✰ The Night Still Whispers Sins of Old by @toomanydreamers | E | 6k | 2/? (loving this so much, as expected. can’t wait to see how everything unfolds)

Two and a half years have passed since the fateful day when Louis and Harry were crowned Triwizard champions. Confronted with misunderstandings, wounded pride and heartache, Louis stumbled away from the possibility of a future relationship with Harry. Instead, he buried himself into relentless work as a junior Auror and refused to let himself be vulnerable with another person. Circumstances change that force Louis to confront his feelings - and Harry. Stolen glances, picnics at sunrise, thrilling adventures, original spellwork, midnight feasts, soft lips and cautious second chances culminate in an unforgettable mission - but will it be enough to mend their relationship?

non-1d ~

✰ like a bullet needs a gun by @millsxwriting | T | 21k | wilds au (despite me having no context, mills still got me to fall in love with toni and shelby. this was so cute and lovely!!)

Toni doesn’t expect to fall for anyone in her senior year. Least of all for Shelby Goodkind, the new girl that arrived in town just before the end of summer. In fact, Toni can’t even look at her for longer than two seconds, or listen to more than three sentences coming out of her mouth without wanting to accidentally push her off a cliff.

Cue a group project and endless bickering, and suddenly Toni finds herself with an unbearable crush.

If you read any of these beautiful works of art, remember to leave kudos and comment to show your appreciation!

*if i made any errors, please let me know :)

enjoy!

#fic recs #my fic recs #28th appreciation #february recs #2021 recs #february 2021 recs #scheduled

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salparadiselost · 2 years

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Fanfic asks! ✏🖊📝 (the pencil one, apparently i dont have a regular pencil emoji)

✏️ What is your fave fic from another writer? I don't really have a favourite one, but I one fic that I've been vibing so much with and rereading like every week (a high compliment because I almost never reread is

Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines by @sunflowersandink

He has never argued with a punishment, not since he was a toddler, if then. Surely she’ll listen, surely she’ll see this is too harsh, that he wouldn’t be disrespecting her like this if he was simply sulking over not getting his way. He needs that food, needs to be able to eat enough if he wants to be Robin.

He’s been hungry before, but back then, it never mattered if he was a little weak or dizzy. It never risked his life or the life of his partner when he was a kid.

She turns, sighing softly and pursing her lips. She reaches out to pat his cheek, and for a moment his heart soars hopefully, and he barely restrains himself from leaning into the rare bit of contact and soaking up his mother’s touch. “Oh, Timothy,” she tuts. “This is for the best. And honestly, I think it’s wise for you to cut down a bit on the snacks. I’d hate to have to listen to anyone tittering at the next gala that you’re getting chubby.”

And without another backwards glance, she turns and heads upstairs, leaving Tim alone and frozen at the bottom of the steps.

This has to be one of my favourites at the moment! I've been reading lots of Tim whump lately and this one stands out. It's very painful without blood and gore and Tim's desperation to just be okay is so palpable. That's the best type of Tim whump to me. The one where he's trying to be so good for his parents, but nothing he does will be good enough. His heartbreak through figuring that out just tears my heart apart and I love this fic for it.

~Kay

#kay speaks #I've been thinking of doing a fic recc list #would people be interested in that?#I used to run a bunch of fic recc blogs #I don't have the energy for a whole blog but maybe a bi-monthly list #or something??#shoot me an ask if you'd want that

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sharkneto · 3 years

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Oh my god I'd love to read the apocalypse anniversary fic..👀

Take your time no pressure :)

Wouldn't we all lol. Every time I reread it I'm like "man, someone should finish this" but it's me. I'm the one who has to finish it. I've made some good progress on it this week, so here's to maybe getting it done this year. No promises, though ;) Also, was this a snip request for more of that? Here's a smidge, just in case --- He’s at his fifth motel when Patch’s car pulls into the parking lot. Diego steps out of the passenger side, scanning the area and freezing when he spots Five up on the second floor, similarly frozen in surprise at being found.

They stare at each other for a long second.

Then Five moves to jump and Diego shouts, “Wait! Five! Don’t! Hang on! I wanna talk! Five!”

Five can always fuck off if Diego tries to stop him. He’s getting tired, anyway, and he still has seven motels to go; he needs to save his energy if he can.

Diego jogs over and clambers up the rickety metal stairs. Five waits with his arms crossed. Patch trails behind Diego at a more leisurely pace.

“How’d you find me?” Five asks when his brother finally makes it up to him.

“We’ve been trying ‘bad, cheap motels’ for the past forty minutes. You left your browser window open. Please never learn how to properly use computers, it saved us a lot of time.”

Five hums. “Now what? You drag me back home?”

Diego shrugs. “Maybe. Depends why you’re checking out bad, cheap motels.”

Five considers his brother. Diego knows the Commission. Not as well as Five, obviously, but he did work for them for a day. If anyone is going to understand why Five is doing this, it’s going to be him. He might even help, and Five could use some help, right now. There are still too many motels left and he’s running out of daylight. “I’m checking if any Commission agents are staying here.”

Diego thinks about that for a moment. “…because if there’s an apocalypse to stop, and you’ve committed to stopping it, there should be someone from the Commission coming to stop you from stopping it?”

“Yes.”

“I guess that sort of makes sense.”

It absolutely makes sense.

“I thought you and the Commission had a cease-fire agreement between each other?”

“We do, over the 2019 apocalypse.”

Diego sighs. “And a 2020 apocalypse would make that void?”

Five nods. “Probably.”

“Probably.” He sighs again. “You’ve got a lot of maybes and probablies going on here, Five.”

“That’s why I’m checking.” He’s just making sure. One way or the other. Better safe than sorry.

Patch catches up to them. “What do we have going on, boys?”

“Five’s checking that there aren’t any Commission agents staying in the city,” Diego says. He exchanges a long look with Patch. She raises her eyebrows slightly. Diego tilts his head minutely and his shoulders twitch.

“Alright,” Patch says. “Where’s our next stop?”

Five narrows his eyes at them. “Our?”

“Sure. It will be more efficient if we help you.”

Help would be appreciated. Five studies Diego for his reaction; Patch died last time she went looking for Commission agents. He doesn’t seem worried. Well, if he’s not worried then Five won’t worry. She won’t be facing them alone, anyway, if they find any. Five will take care of it. “Thanks.”

Patch smiles. Diego keeps looking at him, expression similar to Vanya’s at lunch.

Five knows he’s just humoring him, but help is help.

They pile into Patch’s car. Five takes the passenger seat, which makes Patch laugh as Diego grumbles in the back.

It’s really nice to have help.

March 25. Seven days.

#ficblogging #sharkneto speaks #shark's 500 follower celebration #snips #also for that other anon who wanted more five and diego #because i fucking forgot about this scene i can't believe it

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redrobin-detective · 3 years

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Gen DCMK fic reccs

So I thought I’d compile a list of gen fics for anyone looking to dip their toes into this craziness. I’m gonna prioritize shorter, character focused fics over the long, plotty ones that I adore from fans just to avoid confusion from the immense amount of background info needed. (edit: okay maybe a few of my favs at the end)

Frozen Moonlight by Batsutousai

Kaito's relaxing holiday with the Nakamoris gets turned on its head when a certain miniature detective shows up at the same resort, and then promptly goes missing.

Rolling Snake Eyes (Two Craps Two) by joisbishmyoga

The hotel was a tiny thing, a bed and breakfast really, made from a pair of old townhouses at the edge of the old mountain village. Some creative spark had put an actual floor in where one house's kitchen and storage had been, and ringed the sunken space with comfortable bench seating and mounds of pillows. It wasn't ideal to wait out the coming storm, not with the slow wifi and close quarters with Meitantei, but it was cozy and warm, and didn't even have the usual decorative iron f--f--thing in the tea kettle's traditional suspension chain over the hearth.

(The plots to both of these are ‘Conan gets in way over his little head requiring Kaito to trudge out to save him’)

Third Time’s The Charm by ToukoTai

Kaito's not sure what made Shinichi look at him and decide: 'that guy. right there. We're gonna get acquainted.' But he's not complaining. He would however, like to lodge a compliant over the visiting hours.

(Post-Conan Shinichi aggressively befriends the Kaitou Kid, Kaito is concerned)

Moonlit Secrets by Applepie

With the completion of the antidote to the APTX4869, Shinichi knows it's time to take action against the Black Organisation. Meanwhile, Kaitou Kid is missing his favourite critic and no one will tell him where Conan disappeared off to.

(This fic works off the assumption that Kaito doesn’t know Conan = Shinichi even though most fics make the strongly hinted at leap)

Secrets in Indigo by Sinnatious

A throwaway comment about Kaitou KID’s eye colour sets Kaito on an uncomfortable path of discovery.

(One of the best ‘Kaito is actually Pandora’ fics that I’ve found, its sooo good)

Miracle by Mangaluva

Death doesn't like to leave empty-handed. But Death can be dealt with, and Death can make miracles.

(Now the obligatory ‘Shinichi is actually Pandora’ this one takes angst to a whole new level. It continues to haunt me.)

Nerves of Steel by Ellen Brand

I will have what is yours... Somebody just sent Kuroba Kaito a heist note. And the treasures being targeted are very precious indeed...

(A throwback from FF that can’t be missed. Takes a silly chapter from Magic Kaito where a scientist builds a robot double of Kaito/Kid to its horrifying conclusion.)

Moments in the Moonlight by chibby

Three-shot: After the Kirin's Horn heist, Kid has a few things to say to certain people, and Kaito needs to make some important decisions about what he's trying to do.

(Now this is an excellent mix of meta and storytelling.)

No Little Plans by Candyland

There's a serial killer on the loose, with an very odd MO. Helping with the investigation means that Kaito might need to watch his back for more than one reason...

(Another one from FF, this is technically a sequel to A Perfect Act but it stands well on its own with some fabulous character beats)

Now a little longer

The Reichenbach series by athena-crikey

It all starts when the Kaitou Kid gets shot at a heist defending Nakamori’s daughter. Now Ginzo must cope with the dizzying reality that the thief he’s chased for 20 years might not be the bad guy here.

(Truthfully probably some of my all-time fav DCMK fics. Focuses on lead Kaitou Kid inspector, Nakamori Ginzo and his downright complex fascinating give and take relationship with the thief. Slip & Fall/Pride Goeth Before are masterpieces and Heavy Silences makes me scream from tension every time.)

The Hidden Epidemic Trilogy by MirrorandImage

Conan has stumbled across a mystery. This time the victims are much closer: the students of his elementary school. With Genta and Ayumi hospitalized, Conan will need to solve this case quickly. But then Ran gets hospitalized.

(A classic I can’t not recc since I just finished my reread. Three wonderful mysteries along with character exploration and development, especially of Conan/Shinichi and Ran)

Schrodinger’s Detective by scratchienails

After overhearing an ominous conversation between some suspicious attendees of a heist, the KID Capture Brigade decides to investigate the bizarre disappearance of Kudo Shinichi. But as their attempts to unravel the mystery of his apparent murder progress, and enemies and allies alike close in, they start to realize that some cases should be left closed. Just how can a detective be both alive and dead?

(Am I obsessed with this fic? yes. The MK cast looks into what happened to up and coming teen detective, Kudo Shinichi, who vanished without a trace. Kaito, who damn well knows Shinichi is Conan, worries. A wonderful outsiders look at the general BS of DC with some real mounting tension as they get closer to the impossible truth.)

#DCMK #fic reccs #detective conan #magic kaito #excuse me i need to reread all of these asap

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sugarmaplewings-fics · 4 years

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Can I Sleep With You Tonight?

Pairing: Tamaki Amajiki x reader

Warnings: None, extremely fluffy times with our anxious boi

★ ★ ★

Tamaki started awake, his body jolting up to a sitting position in his bed. He'd been dreaming, and the shock of it had disturbed his sleep. He caught his breath, still wrapped in a blanket while he fought back trembles. Glancing at his bedside clock, he noticed it was a bit past three AM. He groaned to himself, thinking about his classes later that day and how he needed to get back to sleep so he wouldn't be tired.

He laid himself back down, his head sinking into his pillow, and shut his eyes, trying for sleep. It proved impossible, however; echoes of laughter danced in his head, making him start to shake again.

He racked his brain, trying to think of what he might be able to do to calm himself down. Immediately, he thought of you, your face appearing in his mind. Your bright smile, which reminded him of the sun, made him smile as well, his eyes still shut. But then the laughter started up again, your voice now joining theirs.

Tamaki sat up again. He couldn't go on like this. He needed to sleep. He could feel how tired he was. The only problem was that he couldn't shake his nightmare from his mind.

He let himself think about you again, remembering how you comforted him whenever he was anxious, how your gentle touch could bring him back to reality and soothe his mind. He hugged himself, trying to imagine it was your arms wrapping around him.

A new thought struck him. What if he went over to your room?

He almost instantly nixed it, thinking that you would be upset. Just because he was awake so early didn't mean you had to be. Besides, it was just a dream. You would think less of him, his brain told him. To be so upset over something as little as a dream . . . .

Tamaki laid himself down yet again, squeezing his eyes shut, willing for his mind to fall back into slumber. But he couldn't stop thinking about it, how everyone had been staring at him, his throat closing shut until he couldn't breathe or speak—

Tamaki steeled his nerves to the best of his ability. He stood beside his bed, lingering for a moment before grabbing his blanket and wrapping it around himself. The warmth was comforting to him, and it helped him to silently make his way to the door out of his room.

He quietly crept into the hallway. It was dimly lit for the night, so he was able to make it to your door relatively easily. Luckily your dorm room was in the same hallway as his, so he didn't have to risk taking the elevator.

Tamaki stopped outside your door, reading and rereading your name posted at the side of its frame to make sure he wasn't going crazy and knocked on the wrong person's door. Now he was just standing there like he had no idea what to do. He chewed on his lip, raising his fist to knock on your door.

He lowered it again quickly. Maybe this was a bad idea. You probably didn't want to see him right now. He turned to walk back to his room but then stopped after a few steps. No. He'd made it this far. He wouldn't get anywhere just going back to his room.

He came back and raised his hand once again. Then his anxiety began to take over, once again. His stomach clenched and his brain went fuzzy with fear. His raised fist started trembling, softly landing against the door without a sound. He stood there with his hand pressed against the door, frozen for a minute.

He squeezed his eyes shut again. He was going to do this. Tamaki reminded himself how kind you were, how gentle, how often you told him you loved him. He smiled to himself at a new thought. Even if you were mad at him, you were too nice to really do anything.

He moved his hand against your door, softly knocking.

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You were enveloped in darkness, your mind peacefully swirling as the concept of nothingness truly dawned upon your being. You were at peace, softly sleeping until a knock at your door jarred you from your repose.

You cracked open your eyes, blinking into a new darkness, this one gently illuminated by an alarm clock on your bedside table, which read 3:27 AM. You sighed, rubbing your hands over your face and turned over. Silence blanketed the room once again, and you began to wonder if you really had heard anything in the first place when the knocking came again.

This time you sat up, grumbling to yourself as you threw off your blanket. Who could possibly want you at this hour? They better have a darn good reason.

You stumbled over to the door, unlocking it with a click and cracking it open. A figure stood in the dimly lit hallway, hunched over and wrapped in a blanket. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust and your brain to catch up, but you quickly recognized the bowed form as your boyfriend.

"Tamaki?" you whispered, sleep tainting your voice. "What are you doing here?" You didn't even try to suppress your yawn.

He shifted his weight, beginning to fidget with his fingers. "I, um, wanted to see you."

You stared at him. "Right now? You couldn't wait until breakfast?"

You couldn't see his face, but something told you you had made him a bit upset. "I can go. I'm sorry I woke you up." He started to back away, but now you were beginning to realize how rude you were being.

"No, Tama, I'm sorry. Here, come on, I'm already awake anyway."

He froze, standing a couple steps from your doorway, trying to decide whether or not he should accept your invitation. You opened the door wider, standing to the side as you motioned with your arm for him to enter. Tamaki finally stepped forward, entering your room, allowing you to shut your door behind him. Your back was turned to him while you locked it and you suddenly felt arms wrap around your waist from behind.

You started a bit at first, not expecting the contact, but soon enough melted back into your boyfriend. "So why did you come to me?" you asked, your voice low.

Tamaki squeezed you tighter, burying his nose into the crook of your neck. "I . . . had a bad dream."

You let out a breath, a soft smile appearing on your features. So that was it. You turned yourself around to hug him back, inserting your arms under his blanket he had wrapped around his shoulders like a cape. "You're safe now," you cooed. "It can't hurt you. Do you want to talk about it?"

Tamaki swallowed. "I-I had to give a speech in front of the whole school. And then all of a sudden, my voice just stopped working. It was like I was sick and I couldn't say anything. And then everyone started laughing at me because I was just standing there. It was horrible." His voice shook as he spoke, conveying how upset he was.

You tightened your embrace around him, mulling over what he'd said in your mind. "That does sound pretty bad. So did you want to sleep with me tonight?"

You felt him nod.

"Alright. Let's get you in bed." You kept your voice low and soothing, trying to keep him as calm as he could be after his dream. You walked him over to your bed, letting him lay down. You fixed the blankets so the one he had brought could be on top and got under with him. He rolled to his side, facing away from you allowing you to spoon him, intertwining your legs with his as you rested your head in the crook of his neck. You allowed your hands to wander up and down his torso, stroking his arm gently while you whispered into his oddly pointed ear.

"You're alright now, Tamaki. I've got you." You kissed the tip of his ear. "You don't have anything to worry about."

You felt his breaths begin to even out, contrasting the shallow, hitching respirations he normally took while he was awake. Your bodies were warm, pressed against each other. The combination of the darkness and warmth, followed by your boyfriend's steady heartbeat, made your eyelids grow even heavier than they were before. You allowed your whispers to trail off into gentle hums, before they stopped entirely.

The two of you slept peacefully, your minds floating together in the sea of dark nothingness that is sleep.

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@kingtamakimurder idk if you’ll see this, but I heard you were interested in some Tamaki fics and I made one 👀

Thanks to everyone else who read this! I appreciate each and every one of you!

-Sugar

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certainempatheticturkeymuffin · 4 years

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So....

I finally got my Four Swords manga and read the entire thing in one sitting.

I have a few notes.

Red is a dumbass and I love him.

That whole hugging scene with Red and Blue came a little out of nowhere, but it was funny.

Red is an arsonist and I love him.

Green totally has the hots for Zelda.

I don't know why but Vio is my favorite.

Red is close in second though

Blue got fucking EATEN by the fucking Big Poe

And Red fucking saved him by being an arsonist

TWICE

Green is definitely the straight one, you can tell.

Shadow is dramatic as fuck

Vio is also dramatic as fuck

Shadow has a fucking DRAGON

Shadow literally destroyed Hyrule Castle and Castletown in a day. He's technically up there with Calamity Ganon

Shadow tricked Link into freeing Vaati!

My take was that Shadow was being heavily mistreated by Ganon and Vaati, which laid down some abuse subtext and....holy fuck that was sad. Maybe it's just 'cause my family was abusive that I got that read, but wow.

Shadow needs to be protected.

I love Shadow he needs to be given the good fucking things in life.

In the LU could he technically be brought back by one of Wild's blood moons? I read a fic about that. Does he count as a monster though? Then again, the blood moon enhances your cooking, so really I don't see why it can't give Shadow his physical form back.

Shadow deserves good things.

He just wanted attention and a family.

He killed himself to kill Vaati....I mean, I knew that before hand, but seeing it with my own two eyes....fuck

Shadow is a troll and I love him

He and Vio were just messing with Blue and Red lmao

Blue learned patience by being frozen in ice until Red decided to set him on fire, which, how long was that really? It was stated that they only left Vio alone for a day, so it must've only been a few hours. Must've felt like an eternity though.

I feel like Red and Blue were the main characters for most of the middle really.

I'm not complaining, their dynamic is hilarious and I love them

But I wanted to see Green and Vio interact with them more y'know.

I feel like Vio only really interacted with Shadow

And even then he was kinda lying the entire time.

Oh Hylia, Shadow's face when he realized Vio was going to smash the mirror.

That was just betrayal on so many levels

And he had just opened up about thinking Vio was the only one he could really trust.

After that I honestly feel it was dickish to just kill him.

And then he lives

Zelda is a top tier fucking Queen(tm)

She had no obligations to comfort someone who had kidnapped her and yelled at her

But she did and it was super sweet

THEN THE FUCKING SENTIENT CLOUD

I didn't know the clouds were sentient and honestly I'm still having a crisis over it

And in the beginning I thought Shadow just straight up killed Link's dad and I was like "oh damn okay this is darker than I expected"

But nope the fucker is still alive.

I feel like the knights of Hyrule were kind of a deus ex machina

And the final show down with Ganon was underwhelming

Vaati is a bitch

I think Red was the highlight of this story

And the fucking art style, because damn the expressions were funny

And I'm glad they implemented the subtle ways to tell them apart, like the textures of the tunics, the color of the shirt under the tunic(Green's is black) the light and dark eyebrows, and the eyes themselves.

Tingle was unexpected and I wanted him to go away like Green and Vio did

Honestly I still don't understand why people love Tingle, he annoys me.

Back to the actually good characters-THEY FUCKING LITERALLY TURNED A LITTLE GIRL INTO A DOLL

Her fucking doll(Rosie?) was creepy as fuck!

That trick was absolutely CREEPY AS FUCK

And I like how the four just wreck the bastard with toy weapons

And they keep them as real weapons when they leave

Like, how does that work lmao

Red set a fucking forest on fire

Red is an arsonist

Red is brilliant and I love him

Vio is an asshole and I love him

Just playing up how "Oh yeah Green is dead" and fucking messing with Red and Blue

I noticed Shadow is super touchy-feely with Vio and he's probably touch starved which makes sense.

Okay so Shadow wasn't dead, technically, is he still alive if all he can do is wave from Link's shadow and stuff?

It seems like a bad ending for Shadow.

In the LU, does this mean that Four just fucking stole the Four Sword and killed Vaati? Or did Zelda find some other way to seal him, 'cuz like, I'm pretty sure Four has the four sword in LU right????

So many plotholes but if this means I get more arsonist Red content, then I'm down.

Also, Shadow is gay af for Vio

Like, my gaydar was off the charts

YOU DON'T JUST GIVE A BRO THIS LOOK

70. And, like, Vio, you JUST fucking killed Shadow, don't give me this shit

71. This art is super gay, you can't deny that, they are literally fucking wrapped around each other

72. And Shadow wanted to fucking rule the world WITH Vio, like, DAMN he's thirsty 73. If it were me, I'd still prefer ultimate authority 74. Just in case y'know 75. And Shadow was so ready to spill his secrets 76. And he was so fucking heartbroken when he saw Vio with the sledgehammer 77. Like fuck Vidow is definitely my top pairing. 78. And Green and Zelda, the token straights 79. And we can't forget Red and Blue 80. Like Red was hardcore flirting with Blue, you can't change my mind. 81. Zelda was so fucking confused when she saw that there were four Links, and it was cute and hilarious 82. I normally don't like Zelda, but she was so cute and sweet that I really couldn't help it. 83. Also that chad drawing of a past Link that split into four was funny 84. It was just so fucking out of place 85. They literally only rescued two of the six mages, so are the other four still trapped or were they released when Vaati and Shadow "died"? 86. The knights of Hyrule had to save the four, so are they technically the weakest Link? 87. Fuck I made a pun 88. I fucking hate myself 89. Blue was probably my least favorite of the cast, but that was probably because he reminds me of my sister 90. Y'know, the sister that hits me, yells at me, and calls me names? 91. It just rubs me the wrong way. 92. But aside from that, he was great. 93. A bit of a cocky asshole, but great. 94. And Link's dad just thinking he sees his son's dead body and Shadow just yeeting him into the dark realm. 95. Damn Shadow was an asshole 96. Vaati was even worse though, trying to get Link's father to kill his four sons. 97. That would've sucked. 98. Link hiding behind Zelda's chair was funny 99. Green and Zelda with the childhood friends turned lovers aspect would be cute 100. I like how a fairy just pops up out of no where in the middle of the book

I think that's it?

I love this book and it'll probably be the only one I ever reread.

If you didn't know, I hate rereading content unless I find it or a certain part of it worth reading through again. Which is to say, one, maybe two, fanfics(oneshots technically), and maybe this manga. So yeah, quite an exclusive club.

I don't regret this purchase!

#four swords #legend of zelda #vidow #blue x red #zelink #zelda x green #commenting on a book #does this count as a book review?#fuck it #book review #book chat #gushing #some LU discussion #tags are hard #manga #manga commentary #no regrets

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lovieebby · 4 years

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dreaded corner

a/n: i know this isn’t the oneshot/fic i promised but here’s something i whipped up! i thought since i’ve imagined for a hot minute that id just spit it out. thank you @viking-raider for rereading this for me 😂 ily & also i apologize again bc im posting this thru my phone so im sorry if the formats funky!!

summary: you thought you could be a big girl, instead its sassy and rude and daddy is fed tf up.

word count: 2.2k (wowza)

pairing: henry cavill x reader (y/n)

warnings: um henry himself? implyed smut, sub!reader, daddy henry is fed up, description of readers pussee, i made a bad pun, that cursed blue tank top

tag list: @hell1129-blog 😘

you and henry have been dating for some time now and your sex life was off the charts, but about six months ago you both had started dabbling in the bdsm dynamics as a couple. henry already knew what he was doing, you, not so much. you had an idea but you never really completely understood how to be a submissive, you where naturally that way in the bedroom but anywhere else outside of that felt off to you and plus you never had a dom that was as strict and as serious in this lifestyle as henry, your past partners just in it for the hype of the kinky sex.

you loved being his submissive but it was hard at first, you had always looked out for yourself and so it became a habit to take things into your own control and set up walls. but after time and love henry slowly took down those walls and you where able to trust him with your whole being. after a while, you really loved being taken care of and being able to hand the control over to someone else, it feeling like you could finally breathe.

you felt like you where a genuine good submissive, theres never really a right or wrong way either, henry had told you, easing your mind when you had gotten concerned. most days you listened, wanting to please him and get praised for it. you lived to be a good girl for him, but some days where more rough than normal. some days you just wanted to be independent and in charge of yourself, doing what you please, and more often than not, henry caught on to it fast and put you back into your place.

you stood in the kitchen, standing by the fridge trying to figure out what to drink. you rubbed your ass, stinging still from the spankings you got earlier. ten hard swats on each cheek and you didn’t get to orgasm once the first punishment was over, no orgasm was your second punishment.

bummer.

henry sat in the living room, on his laptop replying to an email. he wore his blue tank top with his sweat pants, feet perched up on the ottoman. he had started an email once he had given you the much needed aftercare and reassurance. you both had cleaned up taking a shower together and getting into your lazy day clothes.

henry heard the fridge being closed roughly and the shelves within it shaking. he had talked about this with you time and time again, you used to do it at your own home, but now you two lived together, so that meant respecting your surroundings. what was so hard about that?

“don’t slam it, please.” he had said, making eye contact with you when you spun around to look at him.

“i didn’t! it was the suction from the door!” you explained, getting a little snappy with him, not wanting to get caught that you did, in fact, do it again. you turned around, not wanting to be called out, and made yourself busy looking in another cabinet for something to snack on.

henry looked at you questionably that quickly turned into a stern disapproving glare, “don’t talk back to me,” he sighed out, turning back to his email. he thought your attitude dissolved, clearly it just doubled.

“i’m not, im just defending myself,” you sassed out quietly, making a mocking face while you searched in the cabnet.

“excuse me?” his voice boomed out. he pressed hard on the send button, sending the email, he didn’t bother double checking if everything was typed out correctly. henry moved the laptop over to the empty seat. he crossed his arms, frowning at you, surprised at your returned attitude.

“did you fart?” you sassed again, closing the cabinets, you spun around and crossed your arms. coping him while leaning on the counter arching your eyebrow, biting the inside of your cheek.

bad move, bad move (y/n).

henry was baffled, you just got done with a punishment not even an hour ago. he had beaten your ass pretty well, and he rarely had to do that. he thought if you wanted a challenge, you would quickly lose. he stood up from the couch, and slowly walked to you, once he got the the kitchen island he put his hands down, spreading his fingers out. he towered over you even if it was a couple feet away, his eyes piercing into you, daring you to continue your attitude.

he’s never had to punish you multiple times in one day, but if it was needed, he was going to.

“little girl,” he started, his voice dropping an octave, “drop the attitude, i won’t tell you again.”

“fine.” you snapped, you where definitely not going to. “but i didn’t slam the door.”

“(y/n), i don’t care,” he punctuated each word, leaning forward.

“i didn’t though! i’m not lying!” you threw your hands down, almost stomping your foot on the floor.

you where acting out, you knew he was getting back in his dominant role, but you where serious too! you didn’t want to be dominated at the moment. you didn’t want to say your safe word, it wasn’t needed, you were just being a brat. you just wanted to be you for two seconds, not henry’s baby, you felt big.

“alright, get over here.” he stood up straight, walking away from the counter, clinching his jaw. he was fed up, you had no reason to act this way and he was quickly going to put you in your place.

you suddenly realized that you became a big mean brat more than a big girl, now you wanted the floor to eat you whole, like right now. utterly embarrassed that you thought you where so confident about yourself and your actions. you didn’t want to move, frozen under his glare, you where already thinking of what he was going to do, and you where praying he wasn’t going to swat your ass again, his spanks weren’t light and your ass was as rosey as ever.

“move it missy,” he said, snapping his finger down in front of him where he wanted you, “now.”

you slowly moved to him, your confidence completely leaving your body as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. you stood in front of him, not making eye contact, his eyes too intimidating. if you looked at him, you’d beg for forgiveness, but at the moment you where still trying to hold on to a useless lie.

henry breathed in deep and let it out slow through his nose, he knows its hard for you sometimes to comply and completely listen but you both agreed to the rules henry had set. he let you stand there, making you think. it also gave him a moment to calm down, he didn’t want to just lash out and show his frustration, but he still wants you to know who’s the boss.

he honestly just wanted to sit down with you and junk out after getting his business done, but clearly he needed to punish you again because apparently you didn’t get the memo the first time.

“we agreed on the rules, did we not?” he questioned you, crossing his arms. he looked out at you, you looked anywhere but him.

you nodded your head, agreeing with him.

“oh, now you have nothing to say?” he taunted, ticking his jaw. “you had so much to say earlier.”

“we did.” you whispered, looking down at your fidgeting hands.

“look at me when i’m talking to you,” henry gripped your chin, tilting your face up to him. you whimpered dropping your hands to your side, his grip making your bottom lip jut out.

“if you don’t agree with the rules, you know what to say, if not, shut it,” he sternly watched you, waiting for you to say something, putting a little more pressure into his grip, shaking your face a bit, waiting for you to say the word. when you didn’t, he continued, “now i don’t know what got into you, to think you can speak to me like that, but that needs to end. quit your shit and stand in the corner, hands behind your back.”

you frowned, opening your mouth in disbelief, now you where upset all over again, the submission leaving your body. you’ve been put in time out a couple times but right now you weren’t feeling it, this is dumb!

“like a kid?!” you loudly questioned.

“yes! because you’re acting like one!” he let go of your face and with one hand he pushed you to the corner by the breakfast table with his other, he pointed to the known corner.

you picked up your feet and scoffed, this was unfair, you weren’t a child! you clinched your jaw when you got the corner, so frustrated you screamed in your mouth.

once henry heard you whining and carrying on he walked up behind you and smacked you ass, harder than he intended but it worked, he needed to make a point. you gasped and jolted forwards, bracing your hands on the wall, your ass was still tinder. he stood behind you, putting his hands up on the wall caging you in. he put his mouth right next to your ear.

“you did this to yourself, so take your punishment like a big girl and shut up. i don’t want to hear you.” he said, leaning into you, making himself known, “you don’t run shit here missy, and i’m here to remind you of that.”

he pushed off the wall, backing up from you and smacked your stinging ass again, giving a warning. you held your whine in and closed your eyes tight.

he turned around and stood by the counter, he looked down at his watch and set a timer for twenty minutes, he could probably get some small chores done, so he could waste time waiting on you. he didn’t want to stand there and watch you because you’d notice and probably say something and he just didn’t want to hear it. you where always so good, but when you got bratty and sassy, he nipped that shit quick, not wanting it to happen again. as he was leaving the room and gave kal a quick pat to follow him, he doesn’t need you petting him while you’re in your corner.

you were embarrassed to say the least, you were in a corner with your hands behind you, flustered in an uncomfortable wetness from your arousal. henry made you flustered on any given day but when he became daddy, it was so much more worse. you where still soaked from the first spanking and from the rough sex you just had earlier.

you moved side to side discretely, you only wore an over sized cotton tee with your soft sleep shorts with no panties, not wanting any extra material on your bum, the shorts already a little scratchy on your bruised cheeks.

regretting your attitude, you wanted to apologize, but you knew if you spoke up, you would get reprimanded from henry. so you stood there, trying to pass the time by trying to find shapes on the textured wall.

after some time you noticed you haven’t heard henry, you perked up and peeked over your shoulder, you didn’t see henry anywhere not even kal. usually if you tapped the wall kal would come over and you could at least have some type of company. you tapped the wall a couple times, but no response from the pup. you turned back around to the corner, trying to patently wait, wanting to be good for your daddy.

what felt like hours, you finally heard henry come back into the kitchen, pulling a chair out from the breakfast table and assuming, sitting down in said chair. you wanted to apologize so bad, you weren’t ever bad like this before, you felt terrible for being snappy and bratty at him. but you stayed and waited for him to tell you, you could come out.

“come here baby,” he said, patting his thigh.

you looked over your shoulder, shrinking into yourself a little apprehensive about moving, “you sure daddy?” you softly asked, you didn’t even know if you wanted to leave the corner, you where rude.

he chuckled softly, he patted his thigh again, “yes i’m sure baby, come on.”

you turned around and stood between his legs, you put your left hand over your shoulder, messing with the hem of your tee shirt. “i’m sorry daddy, i was rude and i really did close the fridge hard.” you said as you rose your head to look at him.

“i know, you don’t lie very well,” he smirked, rubbing the back of your thigh, loving the feeling of your warm skin. “you know why you went into your corner, right?”

you breathed in, sighing, ��because i got snappy with you,” you said, henry blinked and gave you a knowing look, waiting for you to continue, “and that i lied.” you quickly said the rest.

he hummed, nodding his head, “good job baby, you did good.” he squeezed your thigh, as you relaxed and put both of your hands on his thighs leaning into him.

you smiled sheepishly and leaned all the way down to give him a kiss. when henry kissed back, he put his other hand on the back of your head, softly intertwining his fingers to massage your scalp.

he pulled back, looking at you intently, “don’t lie again, i like having my good baby.” you nodded your head and gave gave him another kiss.

a/n: thank you guys for reading, feedback is always nice so dont be afraid to say something 🥰

#henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill #henry cavill x yn #henry x reader #henry x you #daddy!henry #sub!reader #d/s dynamic

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zigtheeortega · 3 years

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acceptance speech

pairing | m!raleigh x mc

word count | 1.1k

warnings | cursing

tags | @raleighcarrera, @pixeljazzy, @choicesarehard, @natesewell, @empressazura, @agentdumortain, @zadiechoi, @felix-hauville

author’s note | wrote this short fic for the #vinylawardschallenge! i wanted to write a fun acceptance speech of some kind for @platinumweekend so i came up with this! my mc is pretty different from the canon mc btw – keep that in mind and hope u enjoy !!

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“And the winner is… Dom Avalos – Album Of The Year!”

She looked to her friends, lined up next to her, eyes wide. She slapped her hands over her mouth, frozen in shock.

“No fucking way,” she yelled to Raleigh over the deafening applause and cheers, shaking her head. “There’s no way.”

“Yes, way! You fucking won! Get up there, beautiful,” he beamed, leaning in to plant a kiss on her lips.

She’d never seen him look that proud of her.

She waved to her friends, mouthing I love you’s and blowing quick kisses as she was ushered towards the stage, camera in her face the entire time.

Thankfully Avery was presenting – Dom wrapped her in a huge hug, murmuring thank you’s in her ear. Avery squeezed her, patting her back with her free hand. “You earned this,” she said directly in Dom’s ear.

When she pulled back, the applause had begun to die down. She grabbed the award from Avery, taking a second to admire it.

She knew she was on limited time, but she couldn’t help but reread the plaque over and over and over, shaking her head incredulously.

“Holy shit –” she said, cutting herself off with a loud cackle. “Forgot I couldn’t say that on live TV. Sorry mom.”

The audience laughed, Raleigh’s booming laugh ringing out louder than anyone else’s. Oh, he was absolutely eating it up.

“To be honest, I didn’t really have anything prepared. I know lots of people say that so their prepared speeches sound better than they actually are, but I’m telling the truth,” she joked, then eyed the award again.

“Wow. I really didn’t think I’d be here. Making the shift to an independent label was so difficult, and I didn’t think it’d pay off. Man, I’m speechless,” she laughed, placing the base of the award flat against her palm, lifting it as she spoke.

“Uh, I know I don’t have much time, so I’ll start thanking people. A huge thanks to my manager, Fiona Syed. You’re the fiercest woman on the planet and I don’t know where I’d be without you,” she locked eyes with her in the crowd.

Fiona’s eyes were bright, smile beaming.

She moved down the line, thankful the most important people in her life were lined up next to each other. “Hank, my man, you’re the best bodyguard I’ve ever had and I can’t thank you enough for keeping me on my toes.”

He grinned, nodding at her.

“Ozone! Micah! You’re the coolest teenager I’ve ever met. And teenagers scare the… life… out of me,” she joked, trying to censor herself for once. “Thank you for being an incredible producer. I don’t trust anyone with my artistic vision like I trust you.”

Micah beamed, winking at her from his seat next to Zadie.

“Zadie Choi, you’re the best designer and friend I could’ve asked for. You’re not afraid to call me on my B.S. – can I say that?” She shrugged, continuing, glad the crowd was engaged and laughing. “Thank you.”

“Shane Parker! Oh my god, I don’t know where the hell I’d be without you,” she grinned widely, pointing to him in the crowd. “He’s my lifelong best friend. He couldn’t get rid of me if he tried. You get me more than I get myself sometimes,” she shook her head, holding the award up. “You’ve been here through it all, and I don’t know if I’d be here on this stage right now accepting this award without your support. This award is yours just as much as it is mine. I love you, bestie.”

He gave her two thumbs up from his seat, winking, clearly emotional.

“Thank you to my label, to Avery, for accepting me regardless of my vision and my unbearable personality,” she grinned, stepping over to wrap Avery in another side hug. “She’s the best mentor I could’ve asked for. I owe the possibility of me even being here to her.”

Avery squeezed her back, kissing Dom’s cheek.

“Thank you to my parents and to everyone back home who supported and screw everyone who doubted me,” she said, locking eyes with Raleigh.

He raised a brow as if to say, “What about me?”

“I’d tease him more and drag this out forever, but I don’t have enough time, unfortunately,” she pointed at the plaque, award still balanced in her palm.

“God, what a ride, huh, Raleigh?” She tapped the plaque. “Can you say ‘I told you so’?”

He cupped his hands around his mouth, yelling across the crowd. “I told you so!”

She laughed, grabbing the mic stand. “You know, I never told him this, but when I was 14 I took my first paycheck – I used to be a babysitter – yeah, I know – I took it to the mall and bought Sunset Skatepark’s first album.”

“You were only a couple years older than me but you had everything I wanted.” She shook her head, chewing the inside of her lip. “It’s still wild to me that I’m dating the kid I idolized. I didn’t know we were one in the same.”

Raleigh couldn’t contain his grin – a full, genuine smile, no hint of smirking or teasing. His eyes were bright, his entire body lighting up like a bulb. He was so happy for her.

“Raleigh’s one of a kind. He sees through all of the – uh – B.S. and cares more about people than he lets on. He’s the best judge of character I know. God, I love him,” she said, pointing directly at him.

The prompter flickered, letting her know that she needed to wrap it up quickly.

“This is a huge deal to me so you’re not gonna turn the music on while I’m finishing my heartfelt speech and talking at my boyfriend,” she said, pointing at the nearest camera that was trained on her every move.

“Anyway, like I was saying… I wouldn’t be up here without you, Raleigh. Love you, dumbass,” she smiled, blowing a kiss his way.

He cheesily jumped up, popping his arm up to grab it, cradling his hand to his chest.

She was ushered backstage, award clutched in both hands, waiting for the next commercial break so she could return to her seat. A firm hand grabbed her arm and pulled her into a dark corner, a finger pressed to her lips to keep her quiet.

“Have I ever told you how sexy you look on stage?” Raleigh murmured, cupping her chin.

“Only a million times,” she teased, leaning in to press her lips against his.

“What about how proud I am of you?”

“Millions more,” she whispered, pulling him into a searing kiss, hoping that the sounds of their heavy breathing were drowned out and that an unlucky intern wasn’t curious enough to check it out.

#playchoices #platinum #raleigh carrera #raleigh x mc #platinumweekend #my fic #jade writes choices fics #pls don't read this with too close of an eye i wrote this rly quickly and for fun SKDFJSD #edit: im sorry if i tagged you and you didnt wanna be tagged !!! let me know if u wanna be removed

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thewolfstarchives · 4 years

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Hii, I would like you to post you favourite fic recs, the ones you love the most and think everyone should read? :3

Hi! There’s a lot to choose from, and this is obviously a really hard question! But here are the ones we decided are truly some of our favourites, and we reread all the time!

Sorted by length:

Friends Don’t by shadow_prince (T, 2.2k, 1 chapter)

Remus huffed. “I mean, even at school. You never went on dates. And I thought maybe it was just because you were always with us and whatever, but. You never date.”

“What’s your point, Remus?”

“Why don’t you?”

He looked back down at the newspaper, unable to look him in the eye for the lie he knew would come next. “I just don’t like anyone.”

“Oh.”

Was that disappointment in his voice? No, it couldn’t be disappointment. Because that would mean Moony cared, and Moony didn’t care. Moony couldn’t care, because Moony was straight. If he wasn’t, he would have said something, and he hadn’t, so he had to be straight.

That didn’t stop him from glancing over the top of the paper to where he stood at the edge of the hallway. He was frozen in the way you froze just before you kicked off the ground on your broom. Right before a runner pushed off the block. Right before you dove off a cliff into the sea. Frozen with the promise of movement about to burst forth.

Sirius watched him, holding his breath.

“You’re lying.”

If You’d Let Me (But You Don’t) by @kerstintxt (T, 4.8k, 1 chapter)

"Today on the wire we have Sirius Black, the irresistible lead singer of The Marauders, a band we've been playing an awful lot lately, now that I think about it. They must be having a terrific time; just last year, the four boys from London were playing in tiny clubs and now they've just announced their first arena tour for next year. At the moment, they're touring in the UK, USA and Canada. Sirius, tell me, where are you right now?"

"Uh, give me a second. Remus", Sirius says as he leans a little too far over the edge of his bunk bed (a sharp turn of the bus would be really bad timing) so that he can look at Moony, who's reading on the bed under his. "Remus", Sirius says with the phone still pressed to his ear, "the nice lady on the radio wants to know where we are."

OR, the one where The Marauders are a rock band and Sirius should reeaalllly get his feelings for Remus under control if he doesn't want to ruin everything.

The London Underground Book Of Love by Children_of_the_Shadows (T, 5.2k, 1 chapter)

The cardinal rule of the London Underground is to never, ever make eye contact. It is a rule that, among many others, Sirius tends to follow despite his otherwise rebellious, non-rule-following nature. So the first time he makes eye contact with a human being in the subway comes as much of a shock to him as anyone else. Especially when he's unable to look away.

Love (Messy, Tragic, Devastating) by kmc123 (T, 12.7k, 1 chapter)

it is easier to say "fuck me harder" than to say "love me and only me" - k.y robinson

rumor has it by @punkaspadfoot (T, 15.1k, 1 chapter)

No student had ever figured out why Mr. Black and Mr. Lupin seemed to hate each other so much, and at this point in the year the seniors were done trying. All they had time to focus on now was finals and graduation, although the annual class trip provided a welcome distraction. Three days on a lake with their four favorite teachers and plenty of time to gossip had to be a good time, right?

Save Me, Save Me, Save Me by @mollymarymarie (N/A (no smut), 15.2k, 1 chapter)

Remus overhears a conversation between James and Sirius about Sirius being in love and discovers rather abruptly that he doesn't like the idea of Sirius being in love with anyone who isn't him. THEN WHY IS HE HELPING SIRIUS COOK THIS WOMAN DINNER??

Probably so that, while chopping vegetables in the kitchen, he and Sirius can perform an emotional duet, serenading each other to Phil Collin's "A Groovy Kind of Love." AND THEN GET ALL WEIRD ABOUT IT AFTERWARD.

Because they're idiots.

Let Nothing You Dismay by montparnasse (M, 18.9k, 1 chapter)

There are a few things Sirius really didn't count on for Christmas of 1979. The extreme sexual confusion is one of them; Remus Lupin is approximately seventy-eight of the rest.

Now I Wanna Be Your Dog by @remus-john-lupin (E, 20.1k, 7 chapters)

Sirius clunks about in his Doc Martens and listens to The Stooges and smokes cigarettes and wears his hair much too long and spends more time serving detention than not.

And is way too forward about his sudden feelings for Remus.

(A story about teenagers and summer love in the 70s.)

Vows Under the Covers by @mollymarymarie (Not Rated but has smut, 21.5k, 1 chapter)

Remus is getting married. And not to Sirius.

"All the promises - vows under the covers. We would play pretend, my love, But it was real. To me."

Likewise Variable by @oneangryshot (T, 28.9k, 17 chapters)

James has plans, Peter is the nurse, Sirius keeps fake blood up his sleeves, and Remus just tries to stay alive.

Solntse by @lumosinlove (N/A but has smut, 62k, 14 chapters)

Sirius, a young Russian billionaire hires Remus, who is working part time as a call boy to make ends meet. Things happen, feelings occur.

The Lad that Loved You by @mollymarymarie (N/A but has smut, 81.7k, 3 chapters)

James and Peter are out of sorts because Remus and Sirius are fighting. Except that they're not. They're REALLY not.

Here Comes Another One by PleaseDonateBlood (T, 82.7k, 17 chapters, WIP)

Do you ask every stranger you accidentally spontaneously befriend this many personal questions?

FRIEND it may have been spontaneous (destiny) but there was nothing accidental about this love

Also I guess that means this would be a bad time to ask for your name?

Your guess would be correct

What’s your name?

Wow. --- Sirius texts the wrong number. And so it begins. We did need another Wolfstar texting fic. We definitely did.

Currents by @quoththethestral (E, 109k, 17 chapters)

Remus Lupin and Sirius Black arrive in Sydney to compete in the Summer Olympics, both intent on making these games a better experience than the last. The two swimmers have a tumultuous history and intense rivalry, but can America’s golden boy and Great Britain’s notorious bad boy put their past behind them and find some common ground?

Palo Alto by @nachodiablo (M, 110.4k, 18 chapters)

Modern AU set in Silicon Valley.

It's easy for Sirius to ignore his mixed-up feelings while he's got Remus all to himself, but when Remus starts dating again, Sirius is forced to figure things out before Remus moves on for good. Or before James and Peter strangle them both.

Show Me Everything I Missed by @mollymarymarie (N/A but has smut & trigger warnings, 152.9k, 12 chapters)

In the middle of the aftermath left by life-shattering trauma, Sirius finds Remus, someone who understands better than anyone else ever could. And together, they take turns putting each other back together again when the nightmares of their pasts try to tear them apart.

Casting Moonshadows by Moonsign (M, 395.7k, 87 chapters, WIP)

Lonely and outcast by his classmates, Remus wishes on a moonshadow for a friend who understands him. To his amazement his wish is answered not once, but three times, by his former enemies, the Marauders.

Inquiries? Ask the Archivists!

#file under:#dan #kay #favorites #rec list #wolfstar fanfic #wolfstar fic #fic rec #wolfstar #remus lupin #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #remus/sirius #sirius black #hp fic rec #hp fic #hp fic recs #hp #harry potter

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kaizokuou-ni-naru · 4 years

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Don't feel like you have to make a list or anything but do you have any specific fic recs? I just really enjoyed that one you mentioned!

OH BOY DO I

Jonny Recommends a Bunch of OP Fics

(i know you said no need to make a list but i’m gonna anyways, here’s a bunch of junk grabbed from the mess that are my bookmarks. most of these will be gen and G/T rated unless indicated otherwise cause that’s how i roll. i feel like i’m not very good at describing things to make them sound appealing but i will try! if nothing else, know i’ve read everything on this list at least two or three times.)

Oneshots, AKA Most of What I Read

Ring Around by Maldoror_Chant - ~600 words - Platonic kisses!! It’s just so goddamn cute please read it.

Underwater by ThisCat - ~1000 words - In which Luffy almost drowns, and thinks about some stuff, and the author has one of the best grasps on his personality and attitude towards death I’ve ever seen. Also every time I reread this I find myself holding my breath, which should tell you something.

✖ by Faktory - ~1000 words - Vivi gets a tattoo, for remembrance’s sake. We need more Vivi in fic just in general, and this one is just so warm and meditative and lovely.

reach up to me (if you even can) by guiltylights - ~1500 words - Look it’s just a fic about Ace getting to see tiny Luffy post Gear Third and laughing his ass off for a solid five minutes. Good shit. Brothers.

In Another Life by marimoes - ~1800 words - Hey I know you guys love Doflamingo and Rocinante do yourselves a favor and just read this one? It’s not happy but man it sure is something. Closure? I dunno but it’s good.

tomorrow never happens by midnightluck - ~2000 words - Pre-canon, Sabo runs into a Vice Admiral who seems to know him for some reason and everything works out pretty well.

Back So Soon by Moriohno - ~3000 words - Post-canon, Brook keeps his promise, just go read it right now it might make you cry but like for happy reasons.

A Way to Reach the Future by JadeFlicker - ~3000 words - The Strawhats accidentally land on the frozen wasteland that used to be Ohara. More hopeful than you’d think. Also one of the few fics I can’t read in public because I will cry.

Interlude for Eight Straw Hats and One Giraffe by Maldoror_Chant - ~4000 words - Kaku has a terrible horrible no good very bad day, and probably has to falsify a mission report. Honestly just hilarious from start to finish.

paint the flag and fly it high by Codedredalert - ~4000 words - Pre-canon fic about the baby Heart Pirates stealing a submarine, designing their Jolly Roger, and largely failing to paint said Jolly Roger on said submarine.

disaster in the making (we’re not sorry for it) by guiltylights - ~4000 words - The original fic I recced that prompted this ask, but I’m putting it here again now that I’m making a proper list cause it’s just excellent and needs more appreciation. Law crashes a Shichibukai meeting with a big sack of hearts and Hancock and Doflamingo get to bear witness.

Deliverance by Sarcasticles - ~7000 words - Listen, I know a lot of you who follow me love Sabo and Koala. Read this fic. Pre-canon, they have their first mission on their own, everything goes wrong, Sabo does some arson, it’s excellent.

Prospects by BrambleFuzz - ~9000 words - Katakuri joins the long list of people who did not get the heads up that friendship with Monkey D. Luffy isn’t optional once he’s made up his mind about it. Rip.

Birds of Alubarna by kurgaya - ~29000 words - The Strawhats go to a masquerade and that’s kind of all I can say about the plot on this one- and okay listen I know it’s long and also kind of baffling at first but YALL this author’s prose is so floaty and magical and it goes so well with the sort of unreal fantastical nature of events and it’s just good?? It’s just good. Also Vivi is in it and that’s always a bonus.

Chaptered Fics, AKA Half of These are Fix-It Fics and I’m Not Sorry

Lionheart by cyan96 - ~28000 words, Unfinished - tbh I nearly didn’t put this one on the list because I feel like most people who follow me have probably already read it, since I read my tags and I know how many of you love Law and Cora, but, on the off chance you haven’t, go read it rn. Go. Do it.

Sea of Monsters by WhirlyBird70 - ~32000 words, Unfinished but it’s more like a bunch of short stories anyways - Bunch of fucked up stuff in this one so mind the tags but like, it’s a The East Blue is Full of Demons AU and it’s good weird shit so if you’re into that go read it.

Small Changes by sweetscentences - ~37000 words, Finished - More Law and Cora. Honestly this one is just… so happy and domestic and good?? Also it’s got baby Heart Pirates, and they’re fucking adorable. (Also the author says they’re working on a sequel, so go support that!)

our shores of starlight (come sailing in) by kurgaya - ~46000 words, Finished - First thing on this list to not actually be gen- it’s Zolu, kinda, but not really focused on that? Mostly it’s just about Zoro. He’s a ghost in a sword, which is absolutely not gonna stop Luffy from recruiting him. I already talked about how great kurgaya’s prose is somewhere above this and that applies here too, it’s just gorgeously written.

Scylla by missmungoe - ~50000 words, Finished - Technically this one’s not gen either, it’s Makino/Shanks. Makino marries a pirate, becomes a pirate, gets a sword, nearly gives Garp an aneurysm. Please read it.

Overcoming an Era by Beyond_Kailani - ~60000 words, Unfinished - Ace bumps into a very familiar blonde in a top hat while searching for Blackbeard and ends up dragging him along. Maybe my favorite ongoing fic? I’m a huge sucker for canon divergence with regards to the ASL brothers and this is just, that, and it’s wonderful.

Within Risk of Reason by Depths - ~60000 words, Unfinished - Another Sabo-centric ASL fix it, I’m a simple woman with simple tastes- but really. It’s got time travel, and crimes, and vaguely dubious adoption. What more do you need? It’s so so good.

Obligatory Shitty Self-Promotional Note

I’m not narcissistic enough to make a whole nother list here, but I also write OP fic and my ao3 is Origamidragons if you want to check that out!

#some of these authors are my friends #n some of them i dont talk to but i know follow this blog #so if your writing is on here: youre so cool and i love you so much #most of them also have more fics i love but this got long #so if you see something u like here #check out their other work as well #faq #i didnt put many overtly shippy ones on here #since ik theres a lot of people following me who have diff tastes #although if yall want that list too just ask #fic recs #not japanese #jonny answers #one piece

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bisexualbuck · 4 years

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911 & Buddie Fic Rec

I’ve been reading a lot of fics lately as I pretend that nothing is happening in the world, and so I’ve put up a list of a few that have stuck with me.

Don’t forget to leave them a comment! They’re all amazing and they deserve it.

Let’s spread some positivity around here!

In no particular order

Knocking On Heaven’s Door by MomentsOfWeakness

Summary: Buck isn’t sure where he is. The last thing he remembers was being out on a call. Now he’s here, in a place he has never seen before surrounded by people he doesn't know. It's bright. That's all he can really tell.

Based on a Tumblr prompt where someone asked for Buck and Chris both ending up in purgatory at the same time before they ever met in life. Buck has a ticket back to the living world but he gives it to Chris who is supposed to die. An old man, seeing what Buck did for Chris, decides to give his own ticket for the living world to Buck, because the world needs more people like him.

Personal opinion: This is just so good. It’s so well-written it almost reads like poetry.

Eddie Diaz and the Cat-astrophe at the 118 by SquaresAreNotCircles

Summary: It’s Chimney who rescues her from the tree, but it’s Bobby’s arms that she curls up in on the drive over to the vet to get her checked out. Right from the start, it’s as if she knows who she needs to cozy up with to secure her spot at the station.

“Come on, that’s crazy,” Buck says, but he does so while laughing not at Eddie, but at the grey tabby cat trying to get her claws on the fake mouse on a string that Buck bought with his own money, so Eddie doesn’t put too much stock in his opinion.

Or: The firefam adopts a mascot and Eddie has a minor crisis about it.

Personal opinion: This is just too sweet and too funny!!

Whatever you say, Buck by nanasteiger

Summary: Tumblr prompt: I'd love to see a fic where they start dating but decide to keep it private for a bit, except literally everybody knows because they're not secretive at all and everybody catches them here and there kissing or being affectionate with each other.

The first one to talk about it was, and it wasn’t really a surprise, Captain Nash. “So,” he said, approaching him in the locker room, “what’s going on between you and Diaz?”

Personal opinion: The softness... unparalleled.

Love Language by red_to_black

Summary: The one in which there's too much pollen around, Eddie pines, and Buck is oblivious.

Or - Eddie's love language is acts of service, and Buck doesn't totally get it.

Personal opinion: I have melted... too good!!

a leaf falls on loneliness by iimpossible_things

Summary: Buck doesn’t think that if he were to say, “I’m in a bad place”, that anyone would turn him away. Really, he doesn’t. The 118 has too many good, kind people for that.

But every time he wants to open his mouth, to say something, to reach out to Eddie or Bobby or Hen or Chim, he hears Eddie yelling, “you’re exhausting.”

—you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting—

So each day he does his job and he laughs and he jokes and he pretends he’s the care-free goofball he’s always been. And each day he packs away his bruises and his worries, takes them home to his empty loft with its quiet rooms, and licks his wounds in silence.

Personal opinion: Y’all. Just - do yourself a favor and read this. A masterpiece!! Just *chefs kiss*

dying lol by itsmylifekay

Summary: Based on the meme: i'm dying lol

Buck is...Buck. And that means chaos, angst, laughs, and pining over Eddie. Bobby just wants his son to stop ending up in the hospital. Enjoy.

Personal opinion: I have no words to say how much I love this

i want your heart (i hope you do too) by chocobos

Summary: Buck can’t stop thinking about those words, about the way Eddie had said them, eyes open wide and earnest, hand searing a hole into his shoulder, never once breaking contact with him in any regard.

Personal opinion: One of my favorite fics in this fandom

Roll Down This Unfamiliar Road by altschmerzes

Summary: The big 'welcome to the family, sorry I tried to shut you out of it' dinner at Eddie's winds down, and Chimney decides it's time for him - and Albert - to go home. But, as he stands there and looks at his kid brother, half dozing off sitting at Eddie's dining room table, Chimney finds himself frozen, plagued by sudden doubt. What if he's not cut out for this?

It's Buck, of all people, who's there with an answer.

Personal opinion: This is a Chimney-centric fic and it’s an absolutely gorgeous piece.

a diary highlighting dysfunction (adhd) by @evaneddie

Summary: adhd!buck - headcanons into loosely linked one shots

Personal opinion: I’ve just reread just now and wow... still amazing... chefs kiss

I still don’t know my heart by attolians @getbvcked

Summary: I am SEVERELY late for Evan Buckley Week so I rolled these prompts into one fic! • March 23rd - Day 1: “That’s my family.” + fluff • March 24th - Day 2: “Why are you naked?” + fun • March 25th - Day 3: “Please don’t close your eyes!” + hurt • March 26th - Day 4: “You want to marry me?” + love • March 27th - Day 5: “You’re a good liar.” + comfort • March 28th - Day 6: “I won’t let you do this.” + angst

Personal opinion: As I said before, we’re here living in 2020 while Amber’s living in 3020... The genius *chefs kiss*

(hurt) thy neighbor by autumnchills

Summary: “He’s armed,” is all he says into the phone before standing from his spot. He shoves his phone into his pocket and steps out, hands raised. Sure enough, the man has a gun pointed at him, but if he looks closely enough… Buck squints. Color him surprised. “Is that you—” “Don’t!” The man yells, jerking his hand with the gun aggressively. “Don’t you dare fucking say my name, Buckley.”

— In which things get bad fast when Buck's neighbor breaks into his apartment thinking that he isn't home.

Personal opinion: You need to read all of autumnchills’ work actually because guess what... chefs kiss!!!

(There’s) No Time Like The Present by NobodyKnows_U

Summary: "Marry me."

The words flew out of his mouth before he could fully comprehend what he was doing. It came out as a shaken whisper, but everything around seemed to go hopelessly silent. He's pretty sure he heard a few choked gasps but all he could focus on was Buck.

Or, Buck nearly dies saving a baby during a call and Eddie ends up asking Buck to marry him.

Personal opinion: I cried, this is just gorgeous.

5-4-3-2-1 by elisela

Summary: For all the times that Eddie has practiced getting into his turnout suit in record time, he never bothered figuring out how to get out of it just as fast. He would be regretting that if he could think about anything other than the fact that Buck went over the pier rail twenty-six seconds ago, and disappeared into the dark water seventeen seconds ago.

Personal opinion: The intensity... The talent... I’m speechless.

what a man gotta do? (to be your last good night and your first good day) by diazevan

Summary: He is gonna woo Eddie. He is gonna woo him so fucking hard that the other man has no other choice but to be his boyfriend and declare his eternal love for him. Buck is gonna be that good.

Buck is the best boyfriend and he doesn't even know it.

Personal opinion: Soft!! Cute!! I’m !!!!!!

Won’t Be Lost Forever by @lionheartedghost

Summary: “Bobby said you wouldn’t talk to him last time he came in.” The chair by the side of the bed scraped back against the linoleum. “You want to tell me what’s going on?” Buck opened his eyes. Eddie looked patiently back at him, passing a hospital canteen cup of coffee back and forth between his hands. “I won’t let you do this,” Eddie said when he didn’t answer, setting the paper cup on the little table beside him. “I won’t let you shut us out.”

Eddie helps Buck with his recovery following the ladder truck incident.Written for Evan Buckley Week, Day 6: "“I won’t let you do this.” + angst

Personal opinion: I’m overwhelmed by so much perfection what the hell

I also want to give a shout-out to @eddiedeaz because her fics for the Evan Buckley Week were, you guessed it, *chefs kiss*

#911 #911 fic #buddie #firefam #this took me forever but worth it #there's so much greatness in this fandom #please tell me if i messed up somewhere with the links or the usernames or the titles or anything #my post

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queenmagnusao3 · 3 years

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Regrets - Chapter Seven

AO3 Link - I’m feeling a bit better about this fic so I’m posting an update on here. I’d say this one is almost halfway done now

“Chief! Chief I found something!”

Lin turned from the board of papers and photographs she had set up across one of the walls of her office to see Detective Chen come running into the room, nearly sliding across the floor as he came to a stop. It had been two days and Lin hadn’t slept at all as she flung herself into researching everything she could about the case. Chen held a small black book in his hand.

“What did you find?”

Chen was catching his breath as he handed it over to her.

“It’s a diary. From Jia, the woman who…”

Kidnapped my daughter.

Lin finished the sentence in her head as she flipped through the pages. It appeared to be a diary of sorts. There was an entry that had evidently been bookmarked, most likely by her detective.

“I worked at the hospital part time and was approached by a man to kidnap a baby after it was born. At first I said no but he offered me more money than I make at the hospital in five years. I knew how horrible it was but figured I could just treat it like a job and tried not to think about it too much after I said yes.

The day came and there were complications. I had the opportunity to say the infant didn’t survive. I thought this would make things easier for my boss. But then I couldn’t follow through. I couldn’t hand this perfect little girl over to him. I don’t even know what organization he was from.

I didn’t know who the baby belonged to before I agreed to the job. And I’m ashamed to admit that even after I found out I couldn’t bring myself to come forward. She was my daughter now.

The Avatar’s son moved on and had kids of his own and I saw how busy the Police Chief was with her job. She didn’t have time for a child anyway.”

Lin stopped reading, flinging the book across the room before she damaged the evidence. There was a pressure building inside her and thought her heart was going to beat out of her chest. This was undeniable proof that this missing girl was… that her daughter wasn’t…

She slammed a fist down on her desk, the whole thing buckling in on itself as the metal crunched and twisted. Chen didn’t say anything as he stood quietly, waiting for his Chief to gather herself. It took a couple minutes of slow, steady breathing before Lin found herself able to speak.

“Are there any leads on the girl’s location or who may have taken her?”

“No, Chief. I’m sorry. We haven’t found anything.”

Lin walked around her mangled desk and slumped into her chair.

“Thank you, detective. Let me know if you get any leads.”

“Yes, chief!”

He left and Lin carefully picked up her phone from the ground. It only took two rings for Kya to pick up which meant she must have been waiting near it.

“Lin?”

She felt a lump in throat, trying to steady her voice but it still cracked when she spoke.

“Kya, it’s her. It’s really her.”

Lin let out a gasp, quickly pulling her face from the phone and covering her mouth to stop the sob that threatened to open a dam of emotions she was struggling to contain. Kya didn’t speak for a moment and when she did her voice was soft and kind.

“We’ll find her, Lin. I promise. Will you please come home? Just for tonight?”

Never promise the victim’s family that you’ll bring their loved one home safe because that’s not a promise you can always keep. The bitter thought was automatic. The very basics of dealing with missing persons cases. Lin never imagined she’d be on this side of things and yet here she was.

“I’ll be home in a bit.”

“I love you, Lin.”

“Love you, too.”

They hung up and Lin walked to her case board, carefully unpinning a photo of the dark haired girl and studying every inch of her.

Rei.

Her daughter.

____________________

The next day Lin was back at the station before the sun had even come up. She had spent the morning in a terrible mood, yelling at anyone that crossed her path and unfairly belittling her own officers for not having more information for her.

She retreated to her office and started reading more passages from the diary they had recovered from the girl’s apartment. There were dozens of passages, mostly the random thoughts of the woman who wrote them. But there were also many excerpts about her daughter.

“Rei said her first word today. I was hoping it would be mama because she’s been so close but instead she’s been repeating the phrase “uh oh” over and over again. I’m not sure when she picked it up but it melts my heart every time I hear it.”

“She’s an earthbender!! I was sweeping the back steps today when I tripped and cursed at the stairs. Rei was sitting nearby and waddled over. She yelled at the stone stairs for hurting her mommy and then proceeded to make a dramatic and sloppy movement with her arms that caused the entire top stair to break away and go flying across the yard. I’m so proud! I’m going to have find someone to teach her pretty soon, though, otherwise she’s going to start doing some real damage.”

“We saw Chief Beifong today and I’ve never been so scared in my life. Rei and I were walking down the street when a bunch of police cars came flying up the street. The car they were chasing lost control and I quickly grabbed Rei and braced us for impact as it came right for us. I felt something wrap around us before we were yanked away. The Chief came up and asked if we were okay before running to the car that had nearly killed us, dragging a couple of bank thieves from within. I didn’t stick around. I just picked up Rei and ran home.”

Lin was frozen as she reread the passage again and again. She remembered that day. She remembered pulling the woman and child out of the path of that car. Once she knew they were safe she hadn’t even paid them another moment’s notice. The date indicated that Rei had been 4 years old at that time. Shouldn’t she have recognized her? Why didn’t she recognize her?

There was a soft knock on her door and Tenzin came in, robes billowing behind him.

“I saw her.”

“What?”

He had stopped dead in his tracks, looking to her in confusion. She got up from her desk and handed him the book opened to the passage she had just read. He scanned the page, slowly stepping back and sitting on the couch she kept in her office. Neither of them spoke as Tenzin sat quietly and Lin started pacing, lost again in thought and a renewed sense of guilt.

She could feel Tenzin looking at her, watching cautiously as she continued to pace back and forth. She always paced when she was upset. He used to joke that if she were a firebender there would scorch marks on all their floors from where she paced.

Lin stopped, leaning against the edge of her desk with her back to Tenzin. They were missing so much of the puzzle. Why had they wanted their daughter all those years ago and why did they decide to take her now?

“Lin… you need to read this one.”

She turned to him and saw that his face had paled. He got up and handed the book back to her.

“I’m so scared right now. It’s been all over that these powerful prisoners have escaped and are trying to hurt Avatar Korra. I didn’t get many details but one of them is called Zaheer. The man who hired me to kidnap Rei once talked about someone named Zaheer. They all still think Rei died the day she was born but I’m still worried. Rei is a teenager and just wants to hang out with friends but I’m so scared something is going to happen.”

Lin’s eyes snapped to Tenzin’s her mouth slightly open.

The Red Lotus.

Before either of them could speak there was a sharp knock on the door. Lin turned to see one of her rookie officers standing there, looking completely terrified as she held up a white envelope.

“S-sorry to interrupt, Chief. You just said to let you know if you got any mail.”

Lin beckoned the nervous officer in and took the letter from her. There were no markings on the envelope except for the words “Chief Lin Beifong” written in a swirling script. She didn’t even bother dismissing her officer before ripping it open.

She scanned over the words a few times before crumpling the paper in her hands, letting out a frustrated growl. She thrust the paper at Tenzin before he could open his mouth. He read the note, backing up slowly, rubbing a hand over his head.

“Bring us the Avatar if you ever want the chance to meet your daughter”

Lin was angry now as she resumed her pacing. Apparently there were still remnants of the Red Lotus that were still loyal to Zaheer and his ideologies. Somehow they now knew that she knew the truth about who Rei was. And they were going to use her daughter to try and get to Korra.

“Do you know where Korra is right now, Tenzin?”

“She went with Asami on a business trip to the Fire Nation.”

It took a few minutes for Lin and Tenzin to figure out where the couple were staying and Lin immediately picked up her phone as soon she tracked down the correct contact number.

“I’ve got food!”

Kya entered the office holding up a couple bags of food. She had been making it her personal mission to do whatever she could to take care of Lin and not add to the increasing amount of stress weighing down the woman she loved. Tenzin shushed her loudly, gesturing to Lin and the fact that she was using the phone.

Kya set the food down perched herself on the arm of the couch.

“I’m sorry to bother you, Korra, but I need you to come back to Republic City. I know… I know. I’m sorry. Korra just… please…”

Kya reached out for her brother’s hand and squeezed it tightly as her heart broke a little at the desperation in Lin’s voice. Korra must have heard it too.

“Thank you, Korra. Please be safe. Come right to the city. I promise I’ll explain everything.”

Lin hung up the phone and collapsed back into her chair again. She didn’t look to them, staring blankly as her thoughts raced.

“Korra and Asami are their way back. They’re going to meet us on Air Temple Island.”

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Of Darkness, Vampires, and Soulmates Ch. 8 The Battle Ends

Oh my goodness!!! I can’t believe we’re here!!! It’s the last chapter, y’all!!! Y’all have been screaming at me for seven weeks about how much you hate Rumplestiltskin, and I promised that he would get what was coming to him!! I hope y’all like it!!! Thank you all from the bottom of my heart for coming along on this journey with me!!! I’m in tears right now typing this thinking of all the love and comments that y’all have sent my way. Please know that I reread them often and they all mean so SOOOOO much!!!

For the last time for this fic, I’m sending heaps and mounds of love, hugs, and gratitude to @profdanglaisstuff and @hollyethecurious for everything they did to help me bring this story to life. Saira was a fount of knowledge and an endless source of encouragement that was absolutely ESSENTIAL to my perseverance when the going got REALLY tough. Hollye, as one of my very best friends, was always there to discuss plot points, brainstorm, and push, drag, and pull to get me to keep going when I wanted to quit. Thank you both, ladies! This fic wouldn’t be here without either of you!

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And finally, to @spartanguard, my OUTSTANDING artist for this fic!!! Kaitlyn, I know I say this every week, but it’s so true, you are SOOO talented and the words I know are not adequate to express the depth of my gratitude for all the work you’ve put in to your art that just made the story that much more REAL!!!

‘Thank you’ is so inadequate, but it’s all I’ve got for all of you that had a hand in bringing this fic to life. So THANK YOU ALL, from the bottom of my heart!!!

Chapter summary: Chapter title says it all, I think. Rumplestiltskin FINALLY gets what’s coming to him!

Rating: M (Violence and smut)

Words: 2050 of 41.5K total

Tags: Vampires, Soulmates, Reincarnation, Prophecy, Black Death, French Revolution, Magic, True Loves Kiss

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The young woman with long red hair and her blonde headed companion pushed a stroller through the front door of the Como Park Zoo and Conservatory. Rumplestiltskin stood on the green lawn outside as a malevolent smile took over his face. He pulled a phone from his pocket, dialed and hissed when the call connected, “Your sister is in danger. Come home. Come alone. Or she dies.”

~*~*~

Emma was frantically throwing clothes into a suitcase when Killian came into their bedroom concerned alarm coloring his features.

“What’s going on, Emma?”

“He’s got her,” she choked out, turning back to her closet again. “I don’t even know who he has. He just said ‘your sister.’ I don’t even know who he has!” she exclaimed, turning again and throwing herself into his arms, her sobs breaking through. “Oh god, what if he has both of them?”

“Shhh, shhhh,” he crooned, stroking her back, “You’re not making any sense, love. Who has who?”

“Rumplestiltskin!” she cried, looking up at him, tears streaking down her face. “He CALLED me! How did he have my number? How did he get to her? I knew his voice! He said my sister was in danger, to come home, alone, or she dies. How did he find her? How did he know who she is? Who does he have?” She dissolved into tears again as he held her close.

“Well, you are not going alone, my love,” he asserted, vehemently. “That is absolutely not happening. He’s trying to draw you out, separate us so that we can’t destroy him. Blue can transport us to your home so that we can take him by surprise. He can’t really expect that I’d willingly let you face him alone.” He pulled back from her and cradled her face in his hands. “I’ll be right there with you, Swan,” he affirmed, “and we will defeat him.”

She smiled through her tears, eyes so full of hope that he wanted to promise her the world and everything in it. He drew her back into his arms, murmuring assurances into the crown of her head before letting her go to make preparations to leave.

~*~*~

Emma entered her childhood home, hoping against hope that she’d find one or both of her sisters inside. The churning fear in her gut since she received Rumplestiltskin’s summons had only dissipated when Killian held her in his arms. But he was now outside trying to gain some intelligence about his sire’s presence inside her home. The Blue Fairy had created a magical shield to keep his presence hidden from Rumplestiltskin until he showed himself to Emma.

Their conversation before they had left home continued to plague her mind.

“We’ll save her, Emma. Don’t worry. She’ll be safe.”

“How do you know?

“He wants you, darling,” he promised her. “He wants to inflict as much pain on you, and me by extension, as possible. Which means that whatever he plans to do to harm her, he’ll want to do it in your presence.”

“Anna? Elsa?” she called, “Anyone here?” She walked further into the quietness of her home until she came into the family room. What she found sent her heartbeat into overdrive.

Anna sat on the sofa, unnaturally still, eyes wide with terror, mouth open in a silent scream. Emma took a deep breath, knowing that she had to keep her head about her if they were all going to get out of here safely. She scanned over her sister for any evidence of injury beyond being frozen. Emma’s supernatural hearing could perceive Anna’s small amount of blood loss at the hands of the monster that sat reclined in the chair opposite his captive.

A rage the likes of which she had never felt before came over her before she could blink. She saw red and flew for the demon, hands outstretched and a scream like a banshee ripping out of her open mouth. Before she could reach him, however, Killian burst through the front door situated behind the chair.

Not expecting the attack on two fronts, Rumplestiltskin was momentarily startled giving Killian all the time he needed to grab the cane that he always carried when he was masquerading as a human. The creature howled with fury as he reached out for the crutch just as Emma launched herself at him and landed on his back. She grasped him around the shoulders and hauled herself up until she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. Fangs exposed she drove them into his neck as screams poured out of her prey. She continued feasting as she watched Killian attack.

Killian meantime had taken the cane and broken it over his raised knee, dissolving the glamour spell that had disguised the dagger that the Blue Fairy had made over a millennium before.

Raising it in his hand, he plunged it into Rumplestiltskin’s chest, being careful to angle it so that it wouldn’t come out his back and stab Emma who was still holding on to him for dear life as he thrashed about under their dual assault. Withdrawing the deadly implement, a dark, viscous substance poured from the hole in the creature’s chest and was drawn toward the blade. Killian felt a drag, a pull stronger than he had ever known as the same substance pulled out of himself as well. He was dimly aware of Emma releasing her victim and falling to the floor as the Darkness exited his love. His own scream of pain completely drowned out the weakening screams of their adversary and the increasingly loud keening cries coming from Anna as the enchantment holding her captive weakened.

With the pain finally subsiding and his faculties returning to him, Killian became aware of several things all at once. The Darkness drawn from the three vampires hovered over the dagger. Once emptied of the foul substance, Rumplestiltskin collapsed face down to the ground in front of him. Anna rocked back and forth on the sofa holding herself tightly as she sobbed uncontrollably, and a deathly pale Emma lay lifeless on the floor behind his sire. Rumplestilskin’s blood stained her mouth and her eyes remained open and trained on the ceiling. She had not survived the uprooting of the vile stuff that made her, made them, vampires. Killian rushed to her side and gathered her in his arms.

“No, no, no, no, nooooo!” he cried. “Not again! Please! Emma,” he begged, “don’t leave me. Please,” he cried, trying to shake her awake. “I can’t live without you, Emma. Come back to me, please…” he trailed away, tear filled eyes meeting Anna’s who still sat on the sofa, in a stupor.

“You know what you have to do, Killian,” a soft voice intoned, behind him.

He turned frantic eyes upon the Blue Fairy, who stood on the threshold.

The Dark’s minion’s downfall is foretold

When True Love’s Kiss doth unfold

Between soulmates unbound by time

The blue eyed prince and his golden haired Swan

Their True Love will break the hold

And Dark magic will be no more.

The prophecy ran through his mind. True Love’s Kiss. True Love’s Kiss. True Love’s Kiss will destroy the Darkness! Killian looked down on his peaceful, so still Swan. Begging one last time, he whispered in her ear, “Come back to me, Swan.” His lips met hers in a cascade of rainbow light pulsing outward throughout the house. He pulled away to see the Darkness, the dagger, and even Rumplestiltskin himself dissolve in the presence of magic that was able to break any curse. The magic of True Love.

He looked down into the face of his beloved just as she began to stir. She blinked and looked up at him. “Killian!”

He couldn’t hold back his joyful grin if he tried. He hugged her tightly to himself, murmuring into her neck, “My Swan, my Swan. My darling, Swan...”

She pulled back from him before pulling him back down to capture his lips with her own in a passionate kiss that made him completely forget about their audience. Until the clearing of a throat behind him penetrated his lustful haze.

They pulled apart and looked over to where the Blue Fairy was sitting and holding Anna close, comforting her. Emma cried out and scrambled away from him to get to her sister who was starting to recover from her ordeal.

“What was THAT?!” she cried, gathering Emma in her arms. “Who… What… Uh… How?” she stammered, looking back and forth between Emma, himself, and the Blue Fairy.

After taking a few more moments to sufficiently recuperate from her shock, Anna launched herself into Killian’s arms. Her sobs renewed as her emotional pendulum swung from unbridled joy at being reunited with Killian to indignation at never knowing the truth about him. And Emma, for that matter.

Pulling back from where he finally set her down after spinning her in a bone crushing hug, she slapped his shoulder.

“How could you not tell me? Did Mom know?”

Killian chuckled with a smirk. “I think that’s a tale that’s better told over dinner and a lot of alcohol, my lamb.”

~*~*~

The Blue Fairy used her magic to resolve all the complications created by Anna’s disappearance before they reunited with the others at Elsa’s boyfriend’s restaurant.

If Anna and Killian’s reunion and the conference call they had enjoyed a month ago was thrilling, there was no measuring of the excitement when Killian and Elsa met again. He picked her up and spun her around before gathering her to him in a bear hug that was years in the making. Elsa hugged him back just as tightly.

Over the course of the evening, Killian revealed everything about the curse and how it came about, the prophecy, meeting Emma so many times over the years…

“But, wait a minute,” Anna asked, “You’ve lived three other lives, Emma? Do you remember any of them?”

Emma shrugged. “Can’t say as I do.”

They reminisced about their early years in Massachusetts before moving to Minnesota and learned about how he met Ingrid. Elsa hugged Emma close when they got to the end of the tale of destroying Rumplestiltskin and the Darkness that made them vampires.

“But how do you know,” Anna asked. “How do you know you’re no longer vampires?”

Emma and Killian turned and looked at each other. “It feels different, for one,” Emma said, still looking at Killian. “The fangs and bloodlust are gone, and my heart rate is back to normal.”

Killian continued, “That’s the biggest difference, for sure. We’d obviously gotten pretty good at controlling the thirst, in order to be around anyone else without it taking over, but the hearing and sight are also back to normal. It’s been so long for me, I could barely remember.”

“Wow,” Elsa breathed. She turned then to Killian, eyes brimming with tears before gathering him in for a hug.

“This is all fascinating and hard to believe, even with the evidence before me, but thank you for saving my family,” she whispered. “All of them.”

He pulled back from her with a bashful smile and scratched behind his ear. He was a little surprised that Anna and Elsa didn’t have nearly the problems believing him that he expected. They were very much Ingrid’s daughters.

From there, Emma and Killian returned home to Massachusetts, while Anna and her family and Elsa remained in Minnesota. Emma applied to and began law school at Harvard that fall, after a hastily put together, but still altogether beautiful wedding at their estate about a month after destroying Rumplestiltskin. Killian continued in his occupation of captaining the Jolly Roger throughout the spring and summer months for pleasure cruises along the New England coastline, pirate tours, and renting out his beloved vessel for special events. Elsa won election to the mayor's office in a landslide and was sporting a 1 ½ carat diamond on her left hand that Christmas. Anna and Kristoff continued living in domestic bliss raising their little boy, before finding out they were expecting again right after Thanksgiving. The future before all of them was bright and they walked into that future hand in hand with the ones they loved beside them.

And they all lived Happily Ever After.

The End

~*~*~

Thank you all so much for coming on this journey with me!! It means more than I can possibly say!!! I hope you enjoyed the ride!!!

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waywardmoeyy · 4 years

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If You’re Reading This

Jack Kline x Reader

Word Count: 2,115

Warnings: language, angst, a break-up (kind of), fluff, heavy kissing.

A/N: I feel like it’s been a while since I’ve written any Jack fics, or any angst. So, I wrote both.

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Jack shuffled towards your door with a small bag of your favorite chocolate candies in hand. He pushed open the slightly ajar door, excited to see the look on your face.

“Y/N!” he announced as he walked into your room. He turned to your bed, but you weren’t in your usual spot. “Y/N?” he called out, peering around the room. There was no sign of you at your desk, or near your prized bookshelf. You were nowhere to be found.

As Jack’s search became more and more frantic, he began to realize something. Your room felt unusually… empty. Your favorite pillow was missing from your bed, most of your photos were gone from the walls, and the only remaining item on your desk was the ancient lamp that loomed over the fading wood.

“Y/N?!” Jack cried one more time as he stood beside your baron desk, tears threatening in his eyes. “Where are you?” he whispered.

Footsteps stomped down the hall, closing in on Jack. Sam quickly entered the doorway with a startled look on his face.

“Jack, what’s going on?” he asked, quickly approaching the younger man. “Where’s Y/N?”

Jack shook his head. “I don’t know—” Just as he answered, he spotted something on your desk, just behind the lamp. A small note on aged, lined paper staring back at him. He slowly reached for the paper, instantly recognizing your handwriting.

Jack,

Please understand that what you are about to read is in no way your fault. You have done nothing wrong. If anything, you have been the best thing in my life this far, and that’s why I have to leave.

I have been having nightmares about your death for several weeks now, and I can’t ignore them any longer. I have to figure out if there is truth behind it. And, until I find that out, I can’t be with you. I have a feeling that these dreams have something to do with me. And, if I’m that source of this, I can’t bare the fact that being near you may put your life at risk.

Jack, remember that I love you. Please believe me when I say, again, that this is not your fault. You are amazing, powerful, and kind, and I know you are going to do so much good for this world.

If you’re reading this, Jack, I’m already gone. Please don’t try to find me. That may put you in danger.

Promise me that you will continue to be exactly who you are. The world needs more people like you, Jack.

I love you with all of my heart. Be safe.

- Y/N

Jack’s hand shook as he reread the words on the page. Sam loomed over him, letting out slow breaths as he read along. A large hand squeezed Jack’s shoulder as tears began to stain the page.

“W-Why would she leave? Why didn’t she ask for help?” Jack shook his head ever so slightly, forcing more tears to fall. “She said she loved me. You don’t leave people you love.”

Sam sighed. “That’s not always true, Jack. Sometimes we have to leave people if being around them might put them in danger, especially in this field. Dean’s left people, I’ve left people. It’s part of the job.” He tip-toed his way to stand in front of Jack, but Jack didn’t look up. “She loves you, and these nightmares seem like they are really scaring her. She’s been looking kind of ragged lately, so they must have been happening for a while.”

“Then she shouldn’t be alone!” Jack argued though his teeth. “What if it’s something getting into her head and trying to scare her into a trap! We can’t be alone!” Jack rushed to his feet, clutching the note to his chest. “We have to go find her, Sam! She could be walking into danger!”

Jack turned towards the door, but Sam quickly stopped him. “You may be right, Jack. But, we can’t just rush after her.” Jack turned to the younger Winchester and narrowed his gaze.

“Why don’t you want to find her?” Jack’s eyes suddenly widened with realization. “Wait, did you know about this? About her leaving?” Jack took a step back when Sam hesitated.

“Jack, I didn’t know she was definitely leaving. But, she’s been growing distant, and I know something was troubling her—”

“And you didn’t ask if she needed help? Rowena could help her, or Castiel! They could see if there was magic behind it!” He sucked in a seething breath. “We’re a family. We help each other.”

Sam turned away, as if he knew he was losing this war. “I know, Jack. I messed up.” Jack could tell that he truly meant that, but it didn’t change anything. Sam didn’t say anything, or bring up his suspicions, and now they had no idea if you were in danger, or even alive.

“Jack, I’m sorry—” Jack pulled away from Sam and stormed out of the room. He couldn’t look at the man who may have sent you into danger for the sake of your privacy. Sam knew better than that. It almost felt like he didn’t care, or he was just too conflicted to think straight. Either way, you were gone, and Jack didn’t know how to process it all.

When Dean and Cas learned that you were gone, Dean of course freaked out at his younger brother who didn’t bother fighting back. For four days, the team searched up and down for you, but came up with nothing. You were absolutely nowhere to be found.

Jack hadn’t eaten since you left. Sure, he didn’t need to eat as much as an average human, but four days was still far too long. He couldn’t think straight, and his emotions were only getting more severe.

Jack sauntered into the bunker’s library, where he found Sam on the phone. He was talking quietly, facing away from Jack. As Jack inched closer, he could hear that Sam was leaving a message for someone.

“Please, we’re all worried sick, and it’s all my fault. Jack won’t even talk to me anymore. I honestly didn’t think you would leave. Please, come back home. We can work this out together. We need you, Y/N. Jack needs you—Shit.” He immediately threw his phone onto the table and cupped his face in his hands. “Fuck!”

“Sam?” Jack asked, slowly approaching. “Did you hear from Y/N?” Sam turned around, his face reddened and his eyes swollen from tears.

Sam sucked in a deep breath. “I’ve left four voicemails, and now her mailbox is full. I know Dean has left a few too. She’s obviously not getting them.” He sniffled and raised from his seat. “I’m so sorry Jack.” Jack peered down at his feet.

“You didn’t really think she was going to leave?” Jack inquired softly. Sam shook his head.

“I thought—knew—something was wrong, and that she may take a break to figure things out, but I never thought she would leave for good.” Sam lowered his head again. “This is such a fucking disaster.”

Just then, Dean entered the room. He slipped his phone into his pocket and threw his head back in obvious frustration. “Her fucking voicemail is full,” He huffed. “Where the freaking hell could she be?”

“Anywhere by now,” Sam answered somberly.

A moment later, a large bang echoed though the bunker. All eyes were on the front door above them, which suddenly slammed opened. Dean and Sam pulled out their firearms, aiming it at the empty doorway.

But, seconds later, a familiar face entered.

Jack sucked in a deep breath. “Y/N.”

“Jack,” you rasped as you took a step into the bunker. Your hands were shaking at your sides, and your vision was blurred by your tears. “I’m so sorry.” The Nephilim’s silver-blue gaze met yours as he stood there, frozen in what must have been either fear or awe. Maybe even both.

Dean slipped his gun back into his waistband, his brow twisting. “Y/N, what the fuck? What made you think that just up and leaving when you’re in trouble was a good idea?” His voice boomed in your ears, making you wince.

“Dean, I didn’t want—”

Jack sprinted towards you, interrupting your thoughts. He leapt up the stairs, skipping every other one, almost falling several times. When he reached the top, he paused for a moment, staring at you with a sweet smile.

“I thought we lost you.” His voice shook as he whispered his words. “I thought I lost you.” He took another step towards you. “We thought something horrible happened to you.” He took another step. “I thought you may have been—” He couldn’t get the last word out, but you knew exactly what he was going to say.

“Jack, I’m so sorry. I thought I was protecting you. But, when I left, the nightmares only got worse. I needed to come back and make sure they didn’t come true.” You clenched your fist. “I’m so confused. I want to stay away in case whatever may be coming is after me, but I want to be here to protect you. I love—” You started to shake violently as your emotions built up in your head. It was all too much. There was no freaking way one person could process everything that was floating around in your mind.

Jack closed the gap between the two of you, taking your hand in his. “I understand, Y/N. You were conflicted. It’s hard to process all of that alone.” He squeezed your hand. “I just wished you would have asked for help.”

You nodded at him and sighed. A small part of you wondered why Jack was bring so calm, but he was probably in just as much shock as you were. You were completely exhausted, and all you wanted to do was crawl into your bed and pray that you wouldn’t be plagued by another nightmare.

“I know we you’re mad, but I need to rest before we go into this any further,” you requested, peering at each of the men staring at you. Dean crossed his arms and nodded. Sam, simply offered an emotionless smile. They were pissed and worried; you knew that. You’d known them for over five years, and you knew those looks all too well. But, they would have to wait.

Jack kept hold of your hand as you headed back to your room, not uttering a word to each other the whole way there.

However, the moment the two of you entered the room and closed the door behind you, Jack quickly wrapped you in his arms. His body shuttered as he held you against him.

“I thought you were gone,” he muttered against your ear. You just sank into him, taking in the light smell of vanilla and spice that always surrounded him. You reached up and encircled his neck with your arms.

“I’m here, Jack. I’m sorry.” You gazed up into his eyes. He met your gaze, then leaned in, locking his lips on yours. The desperation in his kiss made your heart flutter as his hands snagged onto your sides in an effort to pull you impossibly close. Jack had never kissed you like this before, never with this much emotion and need. But, in that moment, it was exactly what you wanted. You just wanted to hold him close and never let go.

Jack’s teeth latched onto your bottom lip while his hand smoothed up your neck to your cheek. His other hand clasped onto your hip for dear life. You gasped as his tongue slipped between your lips, dominating your mouth like it was the only thing keeping him alive. Your tongues swirled together and your teeth clanked in the furious spiral of emotions that fueled you. Then, everything finally slowed as you finally calmed.

When Jack finally pulled away, he kept you close. His tear ridden eyes studied your face. His cheeks were red from both raw emotion, and whatever was fueling that kiss.

“Jack, I—”

“Please don’t apologize anymore. I just want you here with me.” He pressed his forehead against yours. “We’ll figure this all out later.” You nodded against him.

“Okay.” You pulled your face away, just to press your lips to his again. Sure, there was fear looming in your mind with not knowing if Jack was really in danger. But, you had quickly learned that you were surrounded by people who were there for you, who loved you. And that’s what mattered. That’s what made you realize that whatever was going to happen, you weren’t alone.

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