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bookishnerdhero · 5 years

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ROTBTD - OUAT AU Episode 2 (Part 3)

If you came here not having read the first Episode then you might want to check that one out first. Here's the LINK to the very first post for this Fic. Otherwise this part is pretty confusing.

ROTBTD - The Big Four – OUAT AU

Present

“Hey Jack! Cool! I ran into you!”

Jamie approached Jack in the town’s small public library, Sandy’s library. The one time in that week Jack had decided to loiter in the library, the one kid whose principal father practically threatened Jack not to hang out with decided to find him. Again. This wasn’t the first time he ‘ran into’ Jack this week.

“Yeah, real cool. Keep it down, we’re in a library,” Jack said, even though there was nobody else around and he wasn’t actually reading anything. He was actually just scrolling absently through his phone, liking memes and videos about people doing elaborate backflips. Sandy’s library’s got really good Wi-Fi.

Right on cue, Sandy smiled from behind the counter and tapped at an embroidered sign that said ‘Reading Time is Quiet Time’ which he bought from Etsy. The lettering was in gold, just like most of Sandy’s decorations and furniture in the library.

“Oh. Sorry,” Jamie said sheepishly.

“For real, are you following me?”

“No. I came here to return these.” He’d placed three hardcover books onto the counter and bunched his cheeks up as he smiled, a look of total innocence. There was a book about Vikings, another about Scottish highlands and clans, and the final was about dragons. Jack couldn’t help remembering the conversation with Hugo about his dragon sketch as he picked up the book. They didn’t seem to be interrelated topics.

“Dragons?”

“I’m doing research.”

“I see.”

This probably also had something to do with comparing Hugo with the Viking in his fairytale book the other day; Jack was sure but somehow knew better than to point it out. Every now and then he’d mention something about Jack Frost, in Jack’s case, and the Viking in the story…what did he call it? Hector, was it? He didn’t really understand Jamie’s game and his interests, maybe it was his version of Dungeons and Dragons or maybe Pitchener wouldn’t allow internet privileges. It didn’t matter. In all fairness, he didn’t really know the kid so he shouldn’t be quick to judge nor should he feel obligated to stick around and be buddy-buddy with him. Jack St. North doesn’t really hang out too much with anyone to begin with. He was invisible but was used to it. The last thing he needed was for people like Pitchener calling him a bad influence when he was, really, just minding his own business. Still, that was rude and Jack hated being made to feel like he was nothing directly.

Sandy took in the books, touching his lips and pointing his hand in a sign of thanks before gesturing at the rest of the library.

“That’s alright. I have a big test tomorrow and my dad doesn’t want me to do any recreational reading until it’s done,” Jamie said, unshouldering his backpack and already walking over to where Jack was near the counter.

Jack was seated in his favorite spot. There were two comfy armchairs beneath the window and a small coffee table where Jack wasn’t supposed to place his feet on. Sometimes Jack liked to sit around and chat with Sandy in the library during afternoons since he wasn’t interested in extra-curricular activities, and occasionally if he happened to skip a class he couldn’t stand. Sandy didn’t really give him too hard a time about it, though he’d eventually have to think up a better explanation to Nicholas. There would always be tea with a little honey for Sandy and some hot cocoa for him, and sugar cookies from a small pantry out back. In a way, the library was a like a sanctuary where Jack could go whenever he gets tired of wandering—since he liked to wander around town and into the woods surrounding it.

When Jamie sat himself down in the chair opposite him Jack considered whether it was a good idea to lightly suggest that maybe he could look for friends his own age who could also be interested in fairytales. Maybe all he needed was a pep talk that they’re out there and he’d have more in common with them, because Jack didn’t really expect that when Jamie said they were ‘friends’ he really meant ‘friends’ as if he expected they would spend more time together. He promised no such thing. Yet somehow Jamie had already sent him a friend request in all his social media platforms and asked him about it, so he couldn’t exactly ignore them, and already made a group chat with Hugo in it. He named the group ‘Operation Nightfury’, which Hugo seemed to understand the context of from reading the book. He already didn’t have friends of his own judging by the sad amount of memes he’d kept tagging only to Jack and Hugo. He wondered if Pitchener was seeing them because he really didn’t start this.

“So where’s Hiccup?”

“Who?”

“You know, your Viking friend?”

“Oh, the game again. And you mean Hugo. I have no idea where he is, we don’t exactly keep tabs.”

“Really? Jack Frost and Hiccup were really close, though,” Jamie rambled, “Sometimes Jack Frost appears, just when Hiccup needs him the most, and would give him advice. They’d just run into each other. See, Hiccup sometimes forgets to find the fun in things when he gets caught up in the responsibilities of being the next Viking chief.”

“Okay, you lost me. I don’t really know how to follow, I’ve never read the book.”

Jamie legitimately looked sad for a second that Jack wondered if he felt insulted or made fun of. Maybe it was his tone which tended to sound like he didn’t take anything seriously. But the little boy suddenly shifted into a cheery disposition once again, voice all pitchy.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to be weird—“

“No, no, you’re not weird,” Jack said quickly, because he didn’t actually want Jamie to feel bad, there’s really nothing wrong with having an imagination. “It’s me. I just don’t get it. I’m a slow learner.”

“I know I shouldn’t bother people with these fairytales. It’s just that after my real dad would tell me these stories, I would tell it to my little sister and we’d…make a game out of it. Yeah. W-we would imagine people we knew playing the characters in the book…so she would think the world was a little more magical.”

“Wait, sister? You have a sister.”

Now Jamie allowed himself to appear a little sadder about this. “We er...got seperated.”

“Oh.” Jack didn’t ask more. “I'm...sorry to hear that.”

“I don't even know where she is anymore. But, I think...if I could find my dad, he'd be able to find her.”

Jack wasn't so sure a father who abandoned his kids to the foster system in the first place should be allowed to locate the other kid, but he figured he needed to give Jamie some hope. Since his first meeting with Jamie he managed to ask Hugo a bit more about what he knew about his situation. Rumor has it that he was just around six or seven when Pitchener adopted him. No one said anything about a sister and maybe for good reason. He nodded along, genuinely sympathetic.

“She was my responsibility,” Jamie continued, “It feels like I abandoned her.”

“Trust me, kid. It's probably not your fault.” He almost couldn’t look at Jamie. At that instant, he saw too much of himself in the brown haired boy. Jack couldn’t even remember his own childhood memories, but the absence was heavy on him. It was as if he was always searching for something or someone, never really knowing if he’d ever find them. “What was her name?”

“Sophie.”

He remembered one of the voices in his dream last night, before the moon woke him up.

The sky is awake. So I'm awake.

Please tell me a bedtime story, Daddy.

Something in Jack's heart tugged when he heard the name. He thought maybe because all this talk about family and loss reminded him of his own family. Maybe he knew someone named Sophie in his old memories.

"Are you okay?" Jamie asked. It must’ve shown in Jack’s face that he was bothered by something.

"What? It's nothing."

"Do you think maybe I could see her again someday?"

"Hey, now, of course. It's a small world," Jack said. "You never really know who you'll run into."

The library door flew open, as if on cue, and three girls from Disney High clustered in. The uniforms, with the school logo of a castle and an arch over it, were a giveaway. They weren’t noisy, since this was a library, but their presence in the once quiet library made it a little less. Sandy made a welcoming gesture as the girls greeted him.

“Hey, Sandy! Have you got anything new?” a girl with a ponytail secured by a blue bow said while returning an armful of books. Sandy responded with warmth as if this girl was a regular in the library. He proceeded to show her to the Fiction section, while the two other girls seemed deep in animated conversation by the counter. One girl had her dark curly hair up in a sensible bun and was surveying a magazine rack, picking up one about baking. The other girl, Jack was too busy staring at. He couldn’t really pay attention to what they were talking about. It was her. It was the girl from the café. Her hair was styled up a little differently and she looked different in her school uniform. More regal somehow. She actually tilted her head at Jack and he tried to act like he wasn’t just staring.

She probably saw. Jack pretended to be more interested in his phone.

“Why don’t you talk to her?”

“What?” Jack said, flustered and too obvious because he didn’t expect even the kid would notice him.

“That girl?”

He checked to see if the girl heard Jamie.

“I don’t know are you talking about and even if I did it would probably be a better idea to keep our voice down in a library.”

"Because you were looking at her like this.” Jamie made a goofy expression that could not have been his, he must be exaggerating.

“Now why would I do that?”

"Don't you feel the connection?"

"Next you're gonna’ tell me that in that book she's supposed to be, what? Mother Nature? The Easter Bunny?"

"The Easter Bunny's a man...well, bunny, but he's Mr. E. Aster."

"E. Aster? My dad’s friend, also known as my World History teacher who may or may not hate me? You've got to be kidding me."

"It makes sense! Who else would know so much about the world but the Easter Bunny? He's got portals he could hop to at any minute--"

"Okay, okay. I get it.”

Jack stopped, quirked an eyebrow, because the girl was giggling to herself as she watched them, albeit also responding to what the other girl was saying. She was just looking at him.

"Now come on! You clearly have a crush on her, so you might as well talk!"

"You have a no sense of personal boundaries!" Jack replied, but he could already feel himself getting convinced. She was looking at him! She was looking at him!

"I'll be your wing man!"

"Where are you getting all this? You're ten!"

"Come on, Jack! What fun comes out of doing nothing?"

Jack was taken aback from that. It sounded like something he would tell himself before doing something stupid. "Alright. Alright. I'm talking. Not like anything bad is going to happen, so fine."

Jack approached her as casually as he could, walking into an aisle in front of the one she had just ducked into. What was he thinking saying that? Of course this was dumb. He turned around to go back but Jamie was giving him a thumbs up and he couldn’t make things worse by suddenly fleeing so he fumbled through the shelves.

“Uhm, you go on ahead.” He heard the girl say.

He glanced at the book he’d randomly picked, Snow Country by Yasunari Kawabata and proceeded to pretend to be flipping intently through it. But he can only scan a book’s pages so much without really looking at the text, especially when he was actually stalking someone. Where was he going with —?

He looked up and they were seeing each other through the book shelves.

“Hi.” He found himself saying. His voice was, thankfully, normal but he felt a little self-conscious with how deep his normal was. Also, had it always been this quiet?

“Hi,” she said.

“I’ve seen you before,” he said around the same time she mumbled something along the lines of “Have I seen you before?”

“Yeah.”

“Yes.”

“The, er, Cass’ Café, just up the street from here.”

She nodded as he spoke. “Lucky Cat Café, yes, I ran into you.”

“Yeah.”

“Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay.”

“You, er, often go to Lucky Cat Café?”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

There was a moment of painful silence where he had no idea what to say next and whether or not he could just nod and retreat. He’d caught her attention, it was too late, and all he kept saying was ‘yeah’.

He looked back at where he wanted to retreat to and caught sight of Jamie watching him, mouthing “Say something!” with apparent exasperation. He made his eyes go wide and tried to tell him to ‘chill’ without exactly saying it. Unfortunately, the kid and his movements were grandiose enough that the girl saw it as well.

"Kids.” He tried to shrug it off but it doesn’t seem like an explanation but a dead give-away of what this was, so he might as well roll with it. Accept that it was an attempt at flirting.

"I understand. I have a younger sister. You two are lucky to be close."

"Oh, he's not my brother. Just a friend. New kid in town, decided to show him around."

"I see.” She held her chin with her thumb and forefinger in a gesture of thoughtfulness. “I never pegged you for the warm and hospitable type."

"Pegged me? Wait, you've seen me before? I mean, before-before?"

It took her a minute to reply because she realized she said something to make herself obvious now too. "Around. Yes. I notice a lot of people."

Jack smirked, he couldn’t help it. "And here I thought people barely acknowledge that I exist."

"I find that hard to believe," she said under her breath.

"What?"

"I mean, people. Unbelievable sometimes."

"Eva? I found what I was looking for, you coming?" the girl with the blue bow in her hair said. The two other girls were now waiting for her by the counter and were raising their eyebrows at Jack.

"Oh, er, yes."

“Eva?” he tried out her name. “So I guess I’ll just wait and see if you’ll be around at the café again sometime. Assuming you don’t see me first.”

She made an awkward laugh and covered her mouth as she backed away from the aisle. The three girls walked to the door and he saw the other two taking glances back at him, each playfully elbowing Eva now and then.

“Okay now, who was that?” the girl with a bun and, now, a cookbook in her arms asked.

“I don’t know. I—“ she was trying hard not to smile. Trying.

“Mm-hmm.”

“I’ve never seen him before,” the other girl with a blue bow and, now, a larger stack of books said.

“I’m so stupid. I forgot to ask his name.”

Jack acted like he wasn’t really listening all the while, sauntering back into his seat with the copy of Snow Country still in his hands. It was only after he heard her say it that he realized he’d forgotten to tell her his name, but hopefully it means he’ll still see her again. He’ll definitely keep an eye out for her.

"You're blushing."

"No I'm not."

"You do like her."

It was only a little later that they left the library, right after Sandy gave them snacks and started teasing Jack about the girl too. Jamie insisted on following Jack, since he was going to wait at the café again and wanted to tell him about the story of the friendship between the queens of the Enchanted Forest. It was in the middle of telling him a particularly different version of Princess and the Frog than he remembered that they bumped into Audrey.

"Hey, er...what's your name again?" Audrey, who normally couldn’t be bothered to even talk to Jack, asked.

"Jack. It's a very common name.” And his situation in town should’ve made it very hard to miss. “How come people forget?"

"Oh, yeah, right,” she continued dismissively, “I was looking for Hugo. Have you seen him? He was supposed to be at Hockey practice today but he bailed out. Again."

"I didn't think he got to play Hockey. Or liked to."

"Yeah, but you know his dad."

Jack raised an eyebrow.

"Never mind. You wouldn't understand. I've been trying to help him but if he doesn't show up there's nothing I can do.” She had a hand on her hip and a particular expression of disappointment that suggested this wouldn’t be the first time. “Anyway, if you see him, tell him I was looking for him."

She didn’t have to wait for Jack to respond before going ahead.

***

Past

Merida had her bow drawn. Her heart was beating madly and it occurred to her how stupid it was for her to have wandered off alone. Especially now with sinister things at large in these parts of the woods. It was too late, of course, and she was now face to face with—

“Pitch Black.”

“The one and only,” the man replied with a silvery voice. He had such a presence about him that suggested fear—cold, endless, fear. His face was corpse-like, sunken eyes staring back at her like an almost empty skull. Most of the first few seconds with this monster was spent with him circling her; whether studying or taunting her, she wasn’t sure. The words he’d bought up again were about her and Hiccup, stitching together whatever doubts she’d had in the cave to what he’d warned her earlier in the woods.

"You know what they say, that's just how the story goes."

"What are you going on about?" she tried to tamp down whatever bad feeling she had while in his presence, suppressing all of her doubts about what just happened. The Dark One can sense desperation, she remembered from Maudie’s tales to the triplets. You best wish you’d never see him in the wood. To see him is a bad omen.

"Did you think you were meant to be? If anything I'd say you were nothing but star-crossed.” He obviously talking about her and Hiccup, trying to get to her. She backed away slowly in an attempt to run off, but he reappeared at her side.

“I know how these stories go--the hero goes off to do the right thing," he continued with a thin smile. He gestured with his arms, making shadows materialize in thin air, showing her a dream vision or a nightmare vision. Dark magic. "The story should go that he defeats great threats against his people, marries Astrid and leads the Vikings with their Dragons, forging a new path and name his once small village.” Small shadow versions of the Vikings and their dragons appeared in the space between her and Pitch, the village of Berk rising and improving before her eyes.

“He will be the greatest chieftain the the Hairy Hooligan Tribe and the isle of Berk has ever seen and finally bring honor to his father’s reputation. A true happy ever after.” He paused to see her reaction before saying, with such relish, “You're just getting in the way."

"I didn't...I didn't ask for us to meet,” Merida said after the shadows faded.

"The only reason why the two of you met is because you tried to change your fate and now everyone else's fates would suffer for it. Including..." he takes her by the chin and makes her look at another vision where Hiccup is surrounded by the highlanders in the ring of stones, "his."

"No!” She threw her arm over the shadow and then faced the Dark One with as much fierceness as she could muster. “Why are you showing me this? What do you want?"

"Let's just say I have a general concern about all things happening in this land. I keep tabs, you see. Your kind of love would bring nothing but conflict to either one of you or both your people. Though I couldn't care less how that turns out, details, details, I'm what you would call...an opportunist. I see a person in desperate need of an answer, I go and give them another option."

His smile was anything but trustworthy.

"And what is that?"

"Ready to make a deal, are we?"

"I don't even know what you're trying to propose. I've dealt with complicated bargains in the past, I'm not about to make another mistake. I won't go through with this." She tried to leave again and this time it almost seemed like he would let her go. There was nothing in her way but a part of her stayed to listen.

"But what if I tell you there was a way for you to have both? Be in the arms of your lover,” he said, forming new shadows, “and ensure the safety of your kingdom?"

It was as if the whole wood went silent.

"State your terms."

"Have you ever heard of a forgetting spell?"

(End of Part 3)

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greatbigfour · 4 years

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04. Talking to the Lorax

“And then came the curse,” said the Onceler, finishing up his tale with a glance at Mavis. She chuckled nervously. “And as someone who’s hurt others before, it’s going to be a while before you can regain their trust,” he added softly. “But you are on the right path.”

Mavis smiled. “Thank you.” MK glanced at Mavis’s hands, they were curled up into fists.

“At least, you’ve started on the right path. It’s up to you to keep working at this and to keep bettering yourself,” said Onceler.

“And let me be the first to say, you’ve done good kid,” came a voice. Everyone glanced around the room, looking for the owner.

Onceler gasped. “That’s the Lorax!”

“I’m glad someone recognises my voice,” said the Lorax with a chuckle. Onceler let out a joyous cry and ran towards the hat that was sitting in MK’s lap.

“Wait, you’re communicating with us through the hat! But how is that possible?” asked Hiccup.

“Oh, simple, really,” came the voice from the hat. There was a soft glow coming from inside the hat as the Lorax spoke. “As long as MK is holding it, you can communicate with me. And, if she spins the hat around, she can open a portal to our world.”

Jack jumped up. “Really?”

“Wait, how do you know my name?” asked MK.

“If Manny can get all his information while living on the moon, I can do the same while living on the sun,” retorted the Lorax.

“One of the fairies probably told him,” said Hiccup.

The Lorax humphed. “They didn’t have to.”

“So, how does this hat work?” asked Jack.

“Well, simple, we are obviously communicating through it. Once the hat has left MK’s hands, we lose the connection,” said the Lorax.

“Oh, like a telephone!” exclaimed Jamie.

“Yeah, kinda like a telephone,” said Merida.

“And MK can create portals with the hat, she just has to spin it?” asked Jack.

“But she has to be the one to hold it. As soon as she steps through, well, no one else is getting through after her.”

“We can go home!” cheered Hiccup.

“And what? Leave the villains there?” asked the Lorax.

They glanced at each other. “Um,” began Hiccup.

“You can’t leave them there any more than you can stay there for long yourselves,” snapped the Lorax. “You’ve got to get everyone through!”

“But we don’t even know where everyone is!” exclaimed Hiccup. “We just found out there are villains here we didn’t even know came through!”

“Wait, what? Really?”

“Yes!”

“I didn’t even know they were here either,” said Mavis. “And I had all the information on each person here.”

“Hmm . . . sounds like magic at work.”

“No duh,” said Sandy. “We’re thinking that Gothel’s behind it.”

“Hmm, wouldn’t be surprised. Zhan Tiri has been quiet over here though.”

Rapunzel sighed. “That’s good.”

“But Pitch hasn’t over here,” muttered Jack.

“Oh, wow, I’ll let Manny know that.”

“Thanks,” said Jack.

“But then again, he could already know. He’s the only one of the two of us who can travel to other dimensions.”

Jack blinked. “Wait, what? He can?”

“Just like Joey?” said Hiccup.

“Who’s Joey?” asked JJ.

“Joey Harker,” replied Hiccup, “he has the ability to cross dimensions without needing magic to do it.”

JJ blinked. “Wait, really?”

“Yes, yes, that's besides the point,” said Jack with a wave of his hand. “The thing is that Manny might be here and he didn't say anything!”

“Like that's new,” muttered Sandy.

Jack groaned. “You are so right.”

“Anyways,” said the Lorax impatiently, “the point is we can communicate with you. The curse has been lifted, but you haven't come back yet. Why is that?”

“Uh, I don't know,” Mavis said with a shrug.

The Lorax sighed. “You mean you cast a spell without looking at the whole thing and the implications of casting such a spell?”

Mavis winced. “Pretty, pretty much.”

The Lorax sighed. “Well, either you come through the hat and look for the spell you used, or I could send one of my Guardians.”

“That, that might be best,” said Mavis. “It’s a scroll, and I left it in the Wizard’s tower. You know, the one with the scales of good and evil?”

“Yes, I know just the one,” said the Lorax. “I’ll send someone there right away.” The Lorax sighed. “We have got to move that to a better place.”

“No kidding,” mumbled Marvis.

“Don’t rub it in,” muttered the Lorax. “Anyways, now that we can communicate, we also have to talk about that prophecy.” The Lorax grunted. “I hate prophecies.”

“Tell that to Manny,” said Jack.

“I have, obviously he didn’t listen,” replied the Lorax.

“When has he ever listened?” asked Sandy. The Sandman huffed as a stop sign appeared over his head.

“The Sandman’s right, we need to stop complaining and figure this out,” said Onceler. “But what is it exactly you wanted to talk to us about the prophecy?”

“Seven villains, seven heroes,” said the Lorax.

“Uh, yeah, we know,” said Jack. “We’ve figured out that Pitch and Zhan Tiri are two of the villains while MK and JJ are two of the heroes.”

“But didn’t we also figure on HEX and Binary on being two others along with Joey and Moana’s kid being one of the heroes?”

“Uh, yeah,” said Jack.

“So we know four villains and three heroes. Those weren’t the ones I wanted to talk about.”

“OK, then who?”

“I’m thinking Chornomor and Laverna.” There was a pause.

“Ok, I know Laverna, but who’s Chornomor?” asked Hiccup.

Jack’s eyes had widened. “But didn’t, didn’t Ruslan defeat him?”

“A guy can grow his beard back,” remarked the Lorax.

“Who is Chornomor?” asked Hiccup.

“A wizard who gets his power from turning women into stone once they’ve found their true love,” said Jack with a growl. “Ruslan defeated him a few years ago, though, by cutting off his beard, which held his connection to magic.”

“And like I said, you can grow your beard back, which is what he’s being doing,” replied the Lorax. “And Laverna’s definitely getting her strength back too.”

“Is there no way to defeat them for good?” asked MK.

“That’s what you seven young heroes are supposed to do, according to this prophecy,” muttered the Lorax. “Hmm . . .”

“What?” they chorused.

“Maybe the curse was a good thing after all. It’s prevented the seven villains from gathering together.”

“But it’s also going to prevent the seven heroes as well,” said Jack, “unless Joey can get here soon.”

“I’ll send him your way once he shows up here,” said the Lorax.

“But we also need to figure out who the other four heroes are going to be,” said Merida.

“That’s more important right now than figuring out who the rest of the villains are,” said Hiccup. He glanced at Jack. “Which I thought you already knew who all seven were going to be.”

Jack shrugged. “So did I, but even I can be wrong, obviously.”

“We can’t afford to be wrong when it comes to the seven heroes,” said the Lorax. “If we don’t have all seven working together, we’re doomed for sure.”

“Well thanks for the confidence boost,” mumbled Hiccup. “Got any other hopeful words of wisdom?”

“Yeah, don’t get killed.”

“Oh, double thanks.” Hiccup rolled his eyes.

“Was there anything else?” asked Merida. “Or were you just wanting to tell us that you think Chernomor and Laverna are two of the villains?”

“Well, that, and you need to get them ready,” replied the Lorax.

“We are, but we're in the middle of a mystery,” said Rapunzel. “Someone tried to shoot at Jack with nightmare sand!”

“What?” exclaimed the Lorax. The group quickly explained everything that had been happening.

MK ended the narration with, “And we came here to look for clues right before I found the hat and we listened to Onceler’s story.”

“Ah, gotcha. Well, since you have found a list of the bad guys, finding out who did it shouldn’t be too hard.”

“It’s not so much a matter of who’s doing it than how it’s being done,” said Jack. “Even though it would be a good idea to find out who did it, too.”

“And we don’t know if there are others who came through that we don’t know about,” said Mavis, “ones that I don’t even know about.”

“Yes, so you had better find them, and fast. Send them through the portal first and we’ll tend to them.” There was a pause before the Lorax continued. “Though my main concern is about Pitch Black being able to move between the dimensions as easily as Joey can.”

“We’ll take care of him later,” said Jack. “The force field around the town is keeping him out right now. We just found out there are at least other four villains here in the town, and we have no idea where they are.”

“But we do have an idea of where to start looking,” said Hiccup. “And MK can pick up more clues as we keep looking.”

“Well, good luck to all of you. Contact me once you’ve found out more, and I’ll let you know what we find out on our end.”

“Thanks Lorax!” said Rapunzel. “It’s always a pleasure to talk to you!”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just hurry up and get you guys back here soon, alright? And like I said, don’t die! Just, be careful, alright?”

“We will!” they chorused.

“And good luck to you!” said Rpaunzel.

The Lorax chuckled. “Thanks Rapunzel. Bye!” The ‘call’ ended.

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snowbellewells · 2 years

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To My CS Secret Santa

***Santa: I don’t know if this will reach you or not, but I gathered you were not able to see that I was answering you, so I’m trying to send it again, and hope the tags do a better job reahing you this time around. Sorry for the inconvenience!

Hello again Santa!! I apologize for being slow to answer. It’s a busy time of year, but that’s no excuse for keeping you waiting. Thanks for your patience, though. Let’s see if I can provide some answers to your second set of questions…

I do indeed teach - high schoolers - and they are getting very stir crazy about this point in the semester, just as I am getting worried all of their papers won’t get graded in time. Somehow we always manage, but Christmas break always feels well-earned by the time it arrives!

I am psyched that you are planning to write my gift. I love reading new fic, and one written for me, with things I specifically enjoy is one of the best gifts I could get!

As far as particular likes and dislikes, I will read a wide variety of stories and enjoy them all. Anything from modern AUs, to supernatural to different historical time periods to simple missing moments in Storybrooke or slight canon divergences. I will admit that I have a particular fondness for Enchanted Forest set stories or somewhat medieval knights and ladies sorts of AUs. I am a big fan of Lieutenant Duckling stories, and I adored deckhand!Hook in the season four finale, so divergences that take off from there or give missing moments from that point in canon are fun. I also really like fics set in the earlier part of the Camelot 5a arc. It got so painful toward the end, but I loved the earlier episodes while they were there. The first five or so episodes of Season 5 are pretty high up on my rewatch list.

Also, and this may be because it’s around the time I seriously dove into reading OuaT fic, but I love fics that diverge from the season three midseason finale. There were many good stories written at that time imagining Emma and Henry somehow ending up in the Enchanted Forest where the rest of their family had been sent by Pan’s curse. I would have loved to see that in canon. Henry getting to experience that world and Emma getting to truly be the princess she should have been. It’s at least partially why I was so disappointed by Season Six’s wish!Emma and that odd Wish Realm version of Snow and Charming’s kingdom. I had wanted them to go back there for so long, and then they finally did, but it was all messed up and none of them were themselves.

I’m a big fan of some hurt/comfort in fics, and I don’t mind a fair dose of angst - or even being moved to tears - as long as it works out in the end. I love cute meetings in bookstores or coffee shops, and I like the stranded in a snowstorm or some other sort of weather or disaster type fics. About the only things I really can’t enjoy reading are fics where Regina and Graham are side characters (I’ve read some modern AUs where this does happen) and they are painted as friends with benefits or any sort of consensual relationship. Just no, not for me. I’m not really a fan of any painting Graham in a bad light (even as a small side character) but most people leave him out of stories altogether, so that isn’t an issue I have often. I’m also not a big fan of Liam being overly condescending or kind of a jerk in fics where he is still alive. That just isn’t how I saw his character. Those are really rather random things to have problems with, but those are the two that will make me hesitate to read right off.

As usual, I went overboard and probably told you way more than you needed to know, but hopefully it helps a little.

#csss2021 #cssecretsanta2021 #secret santa asks answered #snowbellewells answers asks #fic likes and dislikes

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greekgrad07 · 3 years

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favorite things about your mutuals? its positivity hour, go!

it would be a fucking honor 😭 i tried to get all my mutuals this time but i’m sure i forgot people. i’m sorry if i did pls don’t hate me 🥺

this is in no particular order btw

marisa (@skaterbeth): my fellow short asthmatic <3 i love you bruh 😭 i remember being nervous to message you at first bc i thought you would find me annoying. now look at us 😌 i can message you without fear bc i know you find me annoying 🤍you’re so talented and beautiful and incredible. i love your enthusiasm and you’re so funny. every time i get a notification that you’ve sent me a meme on instagram i get excited (and idk how but there’s one almost every morning when i wake up. i’m not complaining though)

erica (@skateryue): MY TWIN ILY 🤍🤍🤍 i forgot to tell you this but i took a which female atla character are you quiz and i got yue and thought of you <3 you’re so sweet and supportive and deserve all the love! i’m glad our mutual love of the parent trap, our mbti types, and how we’re both jeff goldblum brought us together lol. the vibes are immaculate 😌

adi (@bitcheusjackson): adi you are so smart. THE TAGS I LEAVE FOR YOU ARE WELL DESERVED! you’re such a good writer and your love of musicals is so cute! i also love getting to be an annabeth simp with you (as we all should). you’re also a talented artist! i know you don’t post a lot of your art but when you do i’m always blown away <3<3<3

fátima (@deepestempathllamalawyer): my adopted child 😌 i love you sm 🥺 you’re so sweet- like seriously, i appreciate every self help posted you tag me in and every cute animals post as well. i absolutely love seeing you in my notifications! you’re also the reason i became a malconnor shipper to thank you 😭🤍 (also i still have no idea wtf your url means but at this point i’m too afraid to ask)

ashna (@silenabeth): fun fact, you were the first “big” pjo blog that followed me and i absolutely lost my shit so there’s that <3 you’re such a talented writer and editor bruh i don’t tell you that enough. also, the queen who brought us connabeth i will forever stan 🤩 you’re so funny and one of the most supportive people ever <3<3<3 (also love all of your call out posts about marisa 😌)

sarah (@perseusjackkson): i told you that you were too cool to be following me and i stand by that. you’re so chill and funny, i vibe with you sm. really, your blog is full of so many different fandom and i vibe with almost all of it. you really made your blog for the people <3 i love reading your tags on the things you repost bc they are usually hilarious. also, i couldn’t be more supportive of your engagement to my twin 🤍

regina (@bisexualzia): regina you’re so sweet and genuine and funny and the fact that you associate me with cookies still makes me 🥰 and idk why. your tag has 🔥 by it and i told you it’s bc of ouat. idk if you get that but it’s my favorite show and one of my favorite characters is named regina so <3 also i’m glad there is someone else that can agree suki is superior 😌

zitz (@four-names): another reason why i ship malconnor <3 lol you send the most random asks and they always make my day! and your tags are everything btw stop hiding them 😂 you’re not afraid to speak your mind and you’re a very genuine person :)

drew (@cubanpercyj): you are so caring and passionate! i love your replies and tags to my posts and i’m glad we agree that percy can’t swim lol. you’re super chill and i vibe with you very much. and i’m sure you’ve heard this a lot but i love your aesthetic. the water header is so pretty <3

kayra (@awkwardteenwriter): you are so sweet! and YES ofc you have a tag bruh. i remember when i first tagged you in a post and you said that it made you happy aljdkhagf i tag you in like everything now i’m sure it gets annoying. you’re one of the most caring people ever though! one of our first interactions was you sending me a virtual hug during a hard time for me and i’ll always be thankful for that 🥺🤍

jaina (@jainadurron): you are so nice. every interaction we’ve had has been nothing but absolutely lovely and i’m glad that you joined the pjo fandom! you like almost all of my posts and i love seeing you in my notifications. also! i forgot to tell you your new avatar is so cute 🥺

haania (@padfootno): i love you and i’m sorry the fic isn’t out yet pls don’t hate me 😭 you’re literally the sweetest and most helpful person ever! i’m so thankful for your help on writing hijabi silena and ever since you’ve been so nice! i also love when you tag me in posts :)

@perca-beths: you give me such good vibes idek how to describe it. also, you’re insanely talented! i found your fic on a03 and when i realized it was you who wrote it i was blown away. anyways you’re awesome and i can’t wait for your next update :)

@percabethica: again, YES you have a tag 😂 you’re so nice! i remember i asked to be on your taglist for your fic and you were so kind. speaking of your fic, i loved it i loved it i loved it! you’re incredibly talented. i always end up seeing your reblogs from me on my dash before seeing it in my notifications and there’s always a second after i notice it where i’m like “omg that’s me. i posted/reblogged something she liked.” also your aesthetic is so pretty, i love it

gray (@bbyannabeth): idk why you’re following me. what do i have to offer? when i tell you i binged your masterlist after you posted it i’m not kidding. you’re so talented and seem so chill. also i just saw that you posted a new fic and bruh, i’m about to create a reblog that has so many tags

@ohmydamgods: i’m not above admitting that i’ve stalked your instagram. your posts are so fucking funny and so are you! i also see people posting your textposts on instagram and i’m always like “*gasp* does she know?” and then i see you’ve commented and it’s all good 😂 also you’re so nice :)

@mydramaticflare: YOU ARE SO TALENTED! when you comment on my fic there’s no time to unpack all of that i lost my shit bc your fic Quiet Moments inspired me to write a percabeth sleepover fic in the first place. also you seem so sweet and you show up in my notifications a lot :)

brin (@skatersuki): first of all, suki supremacy <3, secondly, you’re so smart like wtf. every time you go off about photokinesis and all that i’m like 😐😣😐 also every time i see the book circe by madeline miller i think of you bc you’re the first person who i have seen recommend it

teriza (@wasithard): we haven’t really interacted but we have a lot of the same mutuals so i know you’re cool. lol fr though you do seem very nice and fun and chaotic in the very best way, plus you’re blog is awesome

kayla (@eggplant-avenger): hi kayla :) we met through the connabeth agenda and you are super chill. also i hope that you know whenever i read your tag i hear chris mccarrell’s voice singing ‘being a half-blood, it’s scary, it mostly gets you killed in very nasty ways’

charlotte (@sonofsallyjackson): you are the most supportive person ever. every time i read one of your comments on my fics, my heart swells. you’re too kind for this world <3

taylor (@saltyypercy): another one of my connabeth friends 🤩 speaking of connabeth, your memes are everything! you’re hilarious and your content is awesome

@getwokescullyy: you are such a talented writer!! and you’re so nice and supportive! :) we also have a lot of the same hc’s for post canon percabeth 😌 super excited for your next update btw!

olivia (@thegraystreaks): you are so talented idk why you’re following me. it had to of been a mistake. if, so pls don’t leave 🥺 you’re such a supportive person and seeing you and liz interact is so funny. fr i love your writing sm and i’m obsessed with your url 🤩

aya (@percasbeths): again, WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME? seriously i have some of the most talented writers following me and idk why but i’m not complaining. all of your au’s are beautiful and i’m always blown away <3

@judoflipped: you introduced me to Apartment 305 so i’m pretty sure i owe you a kidney or something now lol. fr though you were so nice to me during our first interaction <3 you’re so sweet and you seem super chill

emma (@jasongrape): first a foremost, a superior url. you’re posts are hilarious, especially the ones of you and ash going back and forth lol.

@clr-stan: we haven’t interacted much but your posts are so good!! and you seem super sweet :) also, you’re right. if the pjo movies weren’t based on the books i would have been invested

@writinglettersaddressedtothefire: i’m pretty sure you’re also a mutual of fátima’s which makes you awesome. plus your writing is so good! also i see that you’re having a great time with taylor’s new album coming out so i’m glad you seem to be doing good 😂

lexi (@multifandom-420): one of the other three malconnor shippers on this cite 😭 you seem so sweet and your posts are top tier

@esistkeinponyhof: you are literally always in my notifications and it’s so fun lol. we’ve never really interacted but i’m glad that you like my blog :) also you’re a fellow directioner which is amazing 😌

@himbolin420: how does it feel to have a canon url? apart of the bolin defense squad and connabeth nation? we have no choice but to stan <3 i remember you kept a count for all of your mutuals when i first followed you and i thought that was absolutely precious lol

@twilight-hours: you’re in my notifications a lot and i'm not complaining. lol you always reblog the funniest stuff and i love seeing it on my dash. i know we haven't really interacted but i know we would vibe

#so anyway #i love all of you and i’m glad you’re here <3 #anon thank you for suggesting this <3 #it’s always positively hours on this blog 😤#anon ask #mutuals tag

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ailec-12 · 3 years

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20 Questions, Writer's Edition!

I was tagged by @hklnvgl, thanks so much!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

14.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

269,196. 🤩

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Four: Harry Potter, Once Upon a Time, Marvel Cinematic Universe and Avatar: The Last Airbender.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

House Potter for Children in Need (HP, 1,463 ❤)

A Hotchpotch of Feelings (HP, 431 ❤)

Pocket-Sized (MCU, 178 ❤)

And I, You (MCU, 98 ❤)

Dear Tom, Who the Bloody Hell Are You? (HP, 78 ❤)

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Always! I love answering comments. Besides, if you take the time to leave a few words, I think you deserve to get something other than radio silence. And I also like it when other writers respond to mine, so that's why I make a habit of replying to every comment.

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

That would be December, 17th. I challenged myself to write a Christmas story and that was the result.

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

Of Forgiveness and Hope. 💚

8. Do you write crossovers? If so, what's the craziest one you've written?

I haven't written any, but I did imagine a pretty detailed Hogwarts AU with the Mills sisters once.

9. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yeah, though thankfully it's been rare and pretty mild.

10. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope, but maybe I will someday.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. Someone did offer once with one of my fics, but I declined because I didn't know them and didn't feel comfortable. I wouldn't mind allowing translations from people I know somewhat so that I can trust them to translate accurately and keep me posted, though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I've got a WIP with @mariagvogel focused on Peggy Carter, but it's not posted anywhere.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

It's hard to choose just one, but mmm, let's say Outlaw Queen (Regina Mills x Robin Hood).

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

A very ambitious fix-it of Marvel's Civil War. It's likely that I will finish it eventually, but I don't think it will have a big audience by then. xD

16. What are your writing strengths?

Conveying emotions! That's also my main goal: to tell stories that stirr something in the reader. Also, I'm very patient with my writing projects, so I can keep myself motivated to finish them after a long time.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Complex plots. I struggle to find clever solutions to plot conflicts and it's something I should honestly practise more, but since it's not a priority in fanfiction... Sometimes, I also feel like I'm unable to go straight to the point and produce short fiction.

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

Depends on the source material, really. If for whatever reason a character usually says certain words/expression in a different language, I'd keep that in my fics. In general, I think it fits as long as there's a reason for it, like a character struggling with the language and inserting words in their native language. I'd "translate" full dialogues remarking in which language they're actually happening, though.

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

There was an early attempt based on a Spanish book, but I must agree with the person that told me it wasn't much of a fic, but rather an original story with the same setting, hahaha. My first actual fic was a one shot for OUAT —there was an unpublished attempt at writing Steggy fluff but I could swear it came later.

20. What's your favourite fic you've written?

I can't choose just one! I'm satisfied with most of my stories, so I can try to choose my top 5 (in no particular order):

OFaH

House Potter

Dear Tom

Lightning

December, 17th

Tagging @supermarketcrayons, @itslucyluna, @thatawfulsnapeboy, @mariagvogel and any other writer who sees this and wants to give it a try.

#Tag game #Harry Potter fanfiction #Marvel fanfiction #OUAT fanfiction #ATLA fanfiction #My fics #Doing this on mobile might've been a bad idea but it kept me entertained a really long time xD #*

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searchingwardrobes · 3 years

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Valentine Throwbacks: Day 5

This is another one that was written for the Valentine’s Day Prompts back in 2018. This was for Day One: Secret Admirer. I’m posting it last because it has a part two which I’ll post later.

I really wanted it to be Emma who is the secret admirer because all the fics I've read in this genre has Killian as the secret admirer. So I was going through the Chick-fil-A drive thru, mulling over how closed-off Emma could actually do that, and . . . well, this happened. I didn’t realize when I wrote this that the kind of drive thru at our Chick-fil-A was a prototype and not found anywhere else. Basically, instead of driving up to a window, there’s this open area where they just walk out and give you your food.

**Please note: I have made no attempts to hide that this story takes place at a Chick-fil-A. I have tagged it accordingly here and on Ao3. If you have a problem with Chick-fil-A, please just skip this story.**

Summary: Emma Swan is slightly embarrassed to admit that she sometimes goes through the Chick-fil-A drive thru twice a day. She's even more embarrassed to admit she's leaving anonymous notes for the owner-operator, Killian Jones.

Nominated for Best Captain Swan Modern AU One-Shot in the OUAT Fandom Awards 2018

Rated: G

Words: about 3k

Also on Ao3

Tagging: @snowbellewells @whimsicallyenchantedrose @kmomof4 @let-it-raines @teamhook @bethacaciakay @xhookswenchx @tiganasummertree @shireness-says @stahlop @scientificapricot @welllpthisishappening @resident-of-storybrooke @thislassishooked @ilovemesomekillianjones @kday426 @ekr032-blog-blog @lfh1226-linda @ultraluckycatnd @nikkiemms @optomisticgirl @profdanglaisstuff @carpedzem @ohmakemeahercules @branlovestowrite @superchocovian @sherlockwhovian @vvbooklady1256 @hollyethecurious @winterbaby89 @delirious-latenight-laughs @jennjenn615 @snidgetsafan @xsajx @itsfabianadocarmo @spartanguard @hookedonapirate

Emma Swan was not a people person. It was for this reason that the Chick-fil-A drive-thru wasn’t her sort of thing. You had to talk – face to face – with at least four people just to get your food. And they asked for your name at the beginning of the entire process. Then everyone afterwards actually used it, with a mega-watt smile on their faces. And Emma Swan never would understand the Southern phenomenon of tacking “Miss” on the front of a person’s first name. Miss Swan, she understood. Miss Emma? Not so much.

But she had to hand it to those cheery employees walking up and down the line with their i-Pads. They were efficient. Which was one of the reasons Emma put aside her anti-social ways on her way to work. No matter how much of a hurry she was in, she could count on Chick-fil-A. She could be in and out of that line in five minutes flat.

Then there was the coffee. Sustainably sourced by local farmers. Or something. There was a big poster about it in the lobby. All Emma knew was that it was damn good, especially for a fast food place. And then there were chickin-minis. She had Mary Margaret to blame for getting her hooked on those. Or more accurately, her four year old son Leo. Tiny nuggets wrapped in tiny fluffy biscuits. Where had those been all her life? It was her new favorite food. Okay, breakfast food. Grilled cheese and onion rings still held the one and two spot.

So she gladly put up with the bright smiles and the over-the-top hospitality for a decent breakfast a couple of times a week. Or three. Okay, four max.

But she was not going to be one of those people who had drunk the kool-aid and made odes to how wonderful Chick-fil-A was on You Tube. And then Mary Margaret had to go and introduce her to the sweet iced tea.

“You can’t re-locate to Georgia and not drink sweet tea,” she had argued with Emma while practically shoving the straw in her mouth.

“So what next, MM? I have to start monogramming my towels?”

But she had begrudgingly took a sip anyway, and there was no turning back. Then she discovered the lemonade, and the cookies and cream milk shake. Some days, she was hearing “It’s been a pleasure to serve you, Miss Emma” twice in twelve hours.

She was one “Eat Mor Chikin” cow from making a You Tube video while holding a Styrofoam cup with a red straw.

To make her obsession even more embarrassing, it led – albeit indirectly – to her being an actual- to-God secret admirer. Who left anonymous love notes. Seriously. What had she become?

Killian Jones, according to his name tag, was the owner-operator of Emma’s neighborhood Chick-fil-A. She had figured immediately that he wasn’t just a regular burger- er – chicken sandwich flipper because he was wearing slacks and a navy blue button down shirt – no tie. His chest hair must need plenty of breathing room because he always had at least the first five buttons of his shirt undone (not that she was counting or anything). The first morning they met, he hadn’t started out on the best foot, inadvertently insulting her food preferences.

When he handed Emma her food, Killian Jones had leaned over slightly to glance in her back seat, simultaneously handing her a coupon.

“We’re doing a special promotion today. Would your little one like a gift card for a free cone?”

His words sort of trailed off when he saw that the backseat was empty. Emma had barked out a wry laugh.

“Uh, there’s no kid back there. Sorry.”

“My apologies,” he muttered as he stood quickly, his face flaming and his hand lifting to rest behind his ear, “I just assumed. You ordered the chicken minis, and usually people get those for their kids . . . “

Normally, Emma would have been insulted, but he seemed so genuinely embarrassed, that she simply chuckled. “Well, I have been told that I have the appetite of a twelve year old.”

The smile that he gave her was lopsided and almost sinful. He arched a very expressive brow, and leaned towards her open window with a conspiratorial whisper. “I must admit, I rather fancy them myself. I mean, they’re chicken nuggets in little biscuits. What’s not to love?”

“I know, right? It’s revolutionary.”

They gazed at one another way longer than necessary, threatening to bring imbalance to the well-oiled drive thru machine. Killian blinked, as if suddenly remembering where he was, awkwardly cleared his throat, and then handed Emma her coffee.

“It’s been a pleasure to serve you. God bless.”

In a slight daze, Emma took the coffee, noting the brush of his fingers against hers like she was some fifteen year old with a crush. It wasn’t until she was driving away that his accent registered with hers. Instead of a southern drawl, it had been a lilting Irish accent.

Intriguing.

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Later that day, Emma’s hand literally shook as she took the Styrofoam cup of lemonade from the drive thru. For a brief moment, she considered chickening out – pun completely intended – but then shook off her fear and resolutely snatched the envelope from the passenger seat of her Bug.

“Could you give this to your owner-operator?”

“Okay,” the girl server said with a smile and a nod as she took the note, “we always like to hear how we can better serve our customers. Is there anything I can do to make your experience here better?”

“Oh,no!” Emma said quickly, making a quick slashing motion with her hand. “It isn’t a complaint. Quite the opposite actually. Just . . . “ she nervously bit her lower lip, “don’t tell him my name or . . . anything. Okay?”

The girl gave a slightly different smile this time as she pocketed the note. “Sure thing, ma’am.”

Emma couldn’t tell if the smile was just relief or a kind of knowing. Maybe the girl thought it was Emma giving her boss her phone number. Maybe women were frequently passing notes to Killian Jones. She wouldn’t be surprised. Emma’s face flamed red as she drove away.

It wasn’t like it was that kind of note. All it said was, “You made a hectic morning bearable. Thank you.” For a company that emphasized customer service so much, it was really just a thumbs up for a job well done. Like a positive review on Amazon. Nothing more.

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Killian Jones was there again when Emma stopped to get a quick breakfast. This time, he arched a knowing brow when her yellow Bug pulled up to the curb.

“Ah, Miss Emma Swan once again. Your chicken minis, m’lady, and I must say, a fine dining choice for a woman of mature tastes.”

He gave a mock bow as he passed the bag through the window, and Emma was mortified when a giggle made its way past her lips. He waggled his eyebrows at her, to which she rolled her eyes. Yet, he had remembered her.

She cleared her throat as she took the bag, and then asked him, “I was wondering about the accent. Isn’t it the wrong one?”

At first, he furrowed his brow. “The wrong one . . . oh! You mean, as in, why don’t I go around saying mornin’ ma’am, or ya’ll have a good day now?”

Emma giggled again at his horrible impression of a Southern accent and shook her head. “Yeah, that’s what I mean. Your accent is . . . Irish?”

“Aye. And if you’re wondering how I ended up in Atlanta, well, the short version is I came across the pond as a kid.”

Emma nodded. It was about all she was going to get. She was sitting in a drive thru with at least half a dozen other cars behind her. So she simply nodded, tilted her head in a way that was only slightly flirtatious and said, “I like it.”

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The rest of the day sucked, to put it bluntly. The scumbag she was staking out took hours to show up, she twisted her ankle chasing him down, and she never did get to eat lunch. So today was a cookies and cream milkshake type of day.

And today the note she asked the girl at the drive thru to pass along to Killian Jones said, “I’m glad you moved here. It’s a long way from Ireland, but . . . welcome home – I hope.”

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“Is that required?”

On this particular morning, it was pretty cold outside, and Killian had kept his banter at a minimum as he handed Emma her order. So maybe she was grasping at straws for a little interaction. Or maybe it was a legitimate question.

“Is what required?” he asked, both eyebrows jumping slightly.

“God bless,” Emma clarified, “everyone here says it. Is it company policy or something?”

Killian shrugged, “Sort of. I mean, not officially. You can’t make someone use religious language, of course. But we’re encouraged to if it’s something we believe in.” He pulled the collection of necklaces he always wore around his neck free from his pea coat and scarf. He grasped a pendant shaped like a cross and waved it at Emma. “And I’m a good Irish Catholic boy.”

The smile he gave her belied his words, especially when his tongue darted out to swipe at his bottom lip. Emma cocked her head to the side and gave him a teasing smile.

“Not so sure you’re always a good boy.”

He leaned down, lowering his voice to a timbre that did something to Emma’s insides. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Emma rolled her eyes as he leaned back with a triumphant grin. Then his features became suddenly sincere.

“However, Swan, I do wish you every blessing. I mean that.”

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The cold weather made it a “second cup of coffee in the afternoon” sort of day. But she had brought in a skip so easily she could have done it blind-folded, her little nephew Leo stopped by her office with a picture he drew of the two of them in preschool, and Mary Margaret insisted she come over that night for David’s famous chili.

And Killian Jones wished her every blessing.

On today’s note, Emma wrote, “You make me smile. That’s rare. Thank you. (Or should I say, God bless?)”

She had hesitated including that last line. After all, she didn’t want to give herself away. But was there any harm in dropping a hint or two? She shook her head, sealed the envelope, and passed it off to the girl who received all of her notes for Killian. Emma now knew her name – Holly.

And did Holly just wink when she took her note?

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“Lovely as always, Miss Swan.”

Killian’s hand lingered as he passed Emma her coffee. She blinked and opened her mouth to say something, and –

Jumped a foot in the air when the SUV behind her honked. She and Killian both laughed, and he shuffled backwards, his face turning red. His smile was a broad one that dimpled both cheeks and crinkled the corners of his eyes.

That day, Emma’s note read, “I find myself looking forward to your smiles. You’ve got a great one, but you’ve probably heard that before. Anyway, just wanted to let you know it always brightens my day.”

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Today it was raining, and yet the employees of Chick-fil-A were still there, bravely traversing the drive-thru line in ponchos, their i-Pads encased in water proof plastic. Killian stood huddled beneath the awning at the service door, in a thick navy blue raincoat. Raindrops had gathered on his eyelashes, making the blue of his eyes sparkle in the gray misty haze of the Georgia rain.

“Wow,” Emma quipped when he handed her the to-go bag, “this is dedication. And still telling me, it’s a pleasure to serve you.”

His eyes seemed to light up even more as he smiled at her. “For you, Swan, it is more than a pleasure.”

That day, her note read, “Your blue eyes make a rainy day a little brighter.”

It was the most blatantly flirtatious note she had left, but she no longer cared.

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“Your accent is the wrong one too, you know.”

Emma smiled broadly as she leaned against the open window of her Bug. Killian made no move to give her her food, swinging the bag idly in his hand. She shrugged.

“Yeah, I moved around a lot growing up. Minnesota. Portland. I moved here a few months ago. I had been living in Tallahassee, but my foster sister wanted me here to be close to family. There’s way more work here in bail bonds anyway.”

Killian nodded as he handed her the bag of chicken minis and her coffee. “Well, Swan, welcome home . . . I hope.”

He winked before turning his back to receive the next order. Emma’s jaw dropped, but she had the sense to ease out of the line and onto the highway.

Did he know? To test it out, her note to him that day read, “I’ve never really felt at home anywhere. This is getting close. You’ve helped make it feel that way.”

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Emma was only half listening to Mary Margaret as she set the table in her and David’s eat-in kitchen. Their house was small, but quaint, and was in a great neighborhood. They had been willing to buy a smaller house rather than keep renting in the apartment complex, knowing the back yard and park down the street were better for Leo. It worked out for Emma too, as she spent way more time here than in her lonely one bedroom apartment.

Mary Margaret was lecturing Emma about something – probably about how she ought to be more social – but Emma’s mind was on Killian Jones. Had he gotten her latest note yet? Would he figure out who she was? If so, would he think she was a total stalker?

“ . . . so since you keep giving me excuses, I just decided to ask Killian over for dinner tonight.”

The name tore Emma immediately from her daydreaming. “I’m sorry? What did you say?”

Mary Margaret shook her head at Emma. “I said set one more place because I invited that guy I told you about over for dinner.”

Emma set down the stack of forks she had been laying at each place and waved both hands back and forth. “Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. You said his name was, what?”

Mary Margaret had been going on and on about her and David’s former neighbor at the apartments and how he would be perfect for Emma. But surely that couldn’t be the same Killian as her drive-thru Killian. Could it? Okay, so Killian wasn’t exactly a common name . . .

“Killian Jones,” Mary Margaret answered with an exasperated sigh.

Emma shook her head rapidly. “Killian Jones? What . . . what does he do for a living?”

Mary Margaret grabbed the forks Emma had abandoned. “He’s the owner-operator of the Chick-fil-A near here. I was going to introduce you the day you went with me and Leo, but Killian was at some training thing at corporate.”

Emma grabbed the back of a chair as the room started to spin. Crap. She had to go and open herself up in that damn note today. And Mary Margaret just had to invite him over for dinner, tonight of all nights.

This was going to be interesting.

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Killian was just as surprised as she was when he arrived at the Nolans. Apparently, Mary Margaret had gushed on about her “sister,” but had failed to mention a name. They told Mary Margaret and David about their interactions in the drive thru, and everyone had a good laugh about it. What a small world! How ironic! That sort of thing. Killian seemed no different than normal. Maybe he hadn’t gotten the note yet?

Emma, on the other hand, was wound tight. Maybe things had been more comfortable between them when there was a car door and a time restraint. Or maybe it was all those stupid notes hanging over Emma’s head. Whatever it was, it made Emma’s face feel like it was stuck in a perpetual blush. She couldn’t think of a damn thing to say, and Mary Margaret and David were not-so-subtly trying to play matchmaker as they attempted to steer the conversation Emma’s way. But all she could do was give one word answers and stare at her plate.

“Well,” Killian said with a satisfied sigh, “I can’t tell you Mary Margaret how delicious this was. Working at a restaurant all day, the last thing I feel like doing when I get home is cook. This was amazing, really.”

Mary Margaret beamed at his compliment. “Well, we are pleased to have you. You should come over more often. We miss you. Right, David?”

“Yeah,” David chuckled, shoving Killian’s shoulder, “I’ve got no one to watch hockey games with anymore. It’s not really a popular sport around here.”

“The notes were from me,” Emma blurted out.

Everyone immediately fell silent at Emma’s completely out of context outburst. Except for Leo, who ran his fork across his plate with a loud screech and demanded to know what was for dessert.

Emma lifted her gaze from her lap to meet Killian’s. “The notes that kept arriving at Chick-fil-A in the afternoons? They were all from me.” She let out a long, shaky breath.

“I know,” was all Killian said in response.

Emma’s eyes widened. “I – I thought you might. When did you figure it out?”

He chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I suspected, or hoped, it was you from the start. You see, every note corresponded with our morning interactions. But of course, today confirmed it. I was testing you by quoting one of your notes, and then when the note this afternoon was about home . . . “

He trailed off, a grin splitting his face.

“You hoped it was me from the start?”

He nodded, and Emma just sat there grinning right back at him like a fool. Mary Margaret hurriedly jumped from the table, scooping up Leo.

“Hey!” the little boy protested. “What about dessert?”

“We’ll eat cookies in front of the TV,” Mary Margaret muttered in response, “David, now.”

Killian and Emma chuckled as their matchmakers hurried from the kitchen. Emma felt as nervous as she had been back in junior high when she went to her first school dance. Killian rose from his seat across from her and came to take the seat beside her. They both shifted their chairs to be a little closer.

“I felt something between us the moment I first saw you,” Killian said.

“You mean when you offered my non-existent kid a free ice cream cone?”

Killian chuckled and ducked his head. How a man could be so sexy, cocky, and bashful all at the same time was incredibly endearing. He lifted his eyes to meet hers, a silent question passing between them. Emma nodded imperceptibly as they both leaned towards one another. When Killian’s lips met hers, the contact was charged with an intense attraction she had never felt before.

Except when his fingers had brushed hers in the drive thru.

Those fingers now carded through her hair as she tilted her head to deepen the kiss. His lips were soft against hers, but his kisses were firm and passionate. His other hand came up to gently caress her face, his thumb tracing her jaw and coming to rest on her chin. Emma pulled back, giving him a shy smile, which he returned. Then they resumed kissing, their tongues entwined in a dance so perfect, it felt as if they had been molded to fit together. When they finally parted, they were breathing heavily. Emma rested her forehead against his and sighed in complete contentment.

“Emma,” he murmured. God, she loved the way he said her name!

“Yeah,” she mumbled back dreamily.

“It’s definitely been a pleasure to serve you.”

#cs #cs ff #cs fanfic #cs valentine fic #secret admirer #chick-fil-a

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mellorphic · 3 years

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Hello. AU idea.

So, I watched this show called once upon a time ages ago, and I don’t think the overlap between fans of ouat and people who watch dsmp is very big, but. I’m here.

If you’re gonna watch the show, the first four seasons are the only worthwhile ones to be honest- season four is only good for its villain, she made me cry. And whatever you do, don’t watch season seven.

ANYWAY

The basic premise of the show is that all the fairytale characters were cursed to live in our world with no memory of who they were. The child of Snow White and Prince Charming was put in a magic wardrobe as a baby which sent her here before she got cursed, and this makes her the saviour, because,, reasons?

Idk-

It sounds weird but it was actually a decent show I promise-

Anyway. Instead of me trying to figure out which dsmp character should be which ouat fairytale character, the fairytale characters can be their roleplay characters and ‘our world’ versions of them can be more similar to their real life selves but without the twitch streamer Akdbskdnsj-

I might write this

#dsmp #dsmp au #dream smp #ouat au

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piraticalarchive · 3 years

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Repost, don’t reblog! Tag 6 muns you would like to get to know better when done!

Name: Taylor. I joined tumblr for my first ever rp experience and i had never heard of aliases. Sometimes I joke around with changing it but honestly, I feel like its lying at this point. I don’t know why. Some people do it for safety issues and I get that but I had such a reputation as being a jerk that I think it’s better to keep ‘taylor’ and let people decide for themselves. It’s never changing. Kind of like this url/blog. It’s all here. The good, the bad and the ugly.

Favourite muse(s) you’ve written: Captain Hook without a doubt. Not a moment’s hesitation. 100 % full stop. The dichotomy of his entire character makes everything so interesting. I’ve waxed on about how much I love this twit as a muse as far as personality etc goes .. but I also love the relationships he’d led me to. The way writing him has led me on my own journey. The things I’ve learned about myself and the way I’ve grown as a writer. I’m pretty proud of what I’ve accomplished and looking at the writing relationships I have on this blog and knowing they extend for years is just .. so fucking cool in my mind.

What inspired you to take on your current muse (that you are posting this on): It was a myriad of things. I’ve always loved captain hook and I had been on tumblr with my personal for the first time ever for about a month when I somehow stumbled across the rp community. I kind of was like ‘can i do this?’ but I didn’t see a lot of literature based blogs and no version of hook that i knew of felt the ‘idea’ i had in my head. Like two or three days later I was working on an A&P online lab at my best friend’s house and she was trying to get into ouat and the ep she was on was the crocodile. I barely paid attention but I was drawn to Killian from the first moment. I didn’t realize he was meant to be captain hook until the last scene when he yells out neverland! but we won’t talk about that. I checked out his next three episodes and was pretty into it. I knew from the first moment I didn’t want to write that character, however. I wanted him to be my iteration of Captain Hook. I was wary with the ouat fandom because i was so new and there were a million killians around, so I randomly joined the robin hood bbc fandom and replied to like five opens?? because what was mutual exclusivity back then. He blew up pretty fast and it was a lot of ‘learn on the go’, but here we are. And I wouldn’t change anything. He’s developed so much from how he used to be and I love that because there’s no way I could write a static character for seven years.

What are your favourite aspects of your current muse: the anger. the attitude and confidence that is simply a wall formed around a very broken man. He can be so fucking funny. There are a few times where I laugh out loud writing stuff, even the stuff that isn’t necessarily in a ‘crack au’. He can be so absurd that he fits in anywhere and I credit barrie for that. He makes the character of ‘hook’ a very real human being. A killer, yeah, but he’s also a hedonist who is obsessed with keeping his nails clean and has an affinity for flowers. I love that.

What’s your biggest inspiration when it comes to writing: Peter Pan 2003 does it for me. But also any emotional scene. The Land Before Time usually gets me going on this blog. I also have a tendency to write killian when I feel overinflated with ego or I’m bordering on the edge of manic. That’s when I get my best writing done (for this blog at least) - so I think my activity is usually like three or four days of writing and then radio silence haha. I’m also a big fan of songs and I have different playlists for different moods I might try to be creating.

Favourite types of threads: FUCKING ANGST. I love angst. I think there’s such room for growth during an angst thread. Pushing your character out of their (and possibly your) comfort zone - you learn a lot about someone based on how they react in a crisis. I’m not super good at fluff etc which is probably why I don’t ship a lot.

Biggest struggle in regards to your current muse: the time and the energy. there are so many things i want to write and so many people i want to write with - but sometimes I get overwhelmed by the sheer number of them. I worry I’m too slow and people will get tired of waiting which then leads to me freezing up and being even slower. I struggle with telling people ‘no’ now because I’ve tried to be so much more open and welcoming and different than how I used to be and sometimes I end up writing things I don’t necessarily feel or agree with as far as his character goes, because I’m afraid to let someone down or hurt their feelings. I’m starting to move away from that though. I’m falling back into the mindset of i don’t care. unfollow me...which is a nice change. I think having a lot of my best friends returning has a lot to do with it. It reminds me of how much fun it was when it was just about writing with friends and ignoring tumblr politics / that new atmosphere that has invaded the rpc as far as hand holding goes. I’ve reached my limit when it comes to making myself available for every single person who follows me and I’m starting to set boundaries which helps a lot. So yeah, its not a really struggle to write or capture him. But dealing with the things I’ve allowed into my rp life that I don’t like or agree with .. is a big oof.

tagged by: @murdcck

tagging: @twistedwit, @matchedrage , @ahbutimavillain, @trickstercaptain, @whisperedreveries , @valorsworn , @copiesofher, @denydefeat + anyone else who wants to ! tag me!!

#do i even have a tag for this??#taylor ;#guess i do now lmao

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coffeefairy · 4 years

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Writer’s Month August 2020 - Day 6

Day six of the challenge, a return to an older ship of mine :)

Day 6, Ocean

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Ship: Red Cricket - Ruby Lucas/Archie Hopper

Rating: General audiences

Summary: Ruby Lucas goes for a run that is interrupted by the cutest puppy ever. His owner is no slouch either.

Excerpt:

Ruby Lucas ran. Her grandmother liked to tell the story – when they were on good terms – of how Ruby had learned to run before she could walk. “Always in such a hurry,” Mrs Lucas would chuckle. And it was true, Ruby had always been in a hurry. She had been in a hurry to grow up, in a hurry to leave, in a hurry to live, to experience life to its fullest. Now she ran to feel less stuck in place. While her grandmother was too old to take care of her businesses alone, she had to help. That meant putting all those shimmering, glittering dreams on a shelf for now. Like snowglobes they sat in rows in her mind, ready to be taken down and shaken in her mind’s eye so she could imagine a day when they were her reality.

Tags: First meeting, probably pretty AU but who knows with the timelines that are canon on OUaT..., terrible titles continue

Run, Interrupted

Anything, from exotic places to a simple walk on her own someplace where no one knew her, it all had a place in her private treasure collection. And until the day when she could make them real, she ran. Ran to stifle the feeling of being hemmed in, caged, locked up. Ran to quieten the ever louder voices in her head telling her to run, and keep running and never come back. She ran for the sleep it allowed her at night, the quiet it afforded her in her head. For the feeling of tired muscles and for a job well done.

In the early evening the light was starting to fade, giving way to a pearlescent light between sunset and night, the last rays of the sun hidden behind clouds but still able to lend a silvery tinge to the blanket above. No moon or stars today, but the air was blistering in the cold, the wind a hollow ache. In minutes it’d be dark, the streetlights above on the pier punching damp yellow holes in the dusk. But until then, the world was monochrome and silent, the cold and the dark keeping everyone else inside.

Ruby loved it.

Only the sound of her feet on the packet sand, her heartbeat in her ears and the ever-rolling pulse of the sea next to her were heard. No voices, no gulls, no calls. Just her.

She’d had time to finish the thought when something light flashed by her. In the next second the light had wound between her feet and avoiding stepping on something soft, she fell. Rolling over, something wet touched her face and the next second she realized she’d tripped over a puppy. Delight and worry washed over her as she tried to ascertain if the puppy was okay. It was making yipping sounds, tail wagging so she breathed a sigh of relief.

On closer inspection it was a Dalmatian puppy, young enough to still have loping movements and paws too big for its body. It seemed as delighted with her and was trying to bathe her face with kisses. Stroking soft ears, she laughed and managed to sit up.

“Are you all right? I’m so sorry, he managed to pull off the lead and then he spotted you and he’s still learning not everyone wants to say hello to him and I saw how he just rushed in front and you fell, and are you okay?”

She looked up as a deep but breathless voice addressed her. The man was still hurrying towards them, dressed in tweeds and a Barbour jacket, tie blown over his shoulder in his rush to reach them. A red leash was dangling from his hand.

“I’m fine. I’m glad I didn’t actually trip over him.”

“Still, I am so sorry. Let me help you up.” He held out a hand and taking it, Ruby felt herself pulled to her feet. The puppy continued to weave around her feet.

Standing up, she noticed the man had really nice eyes, blue and currently filled with concern. His hair was wind-blown and something that had to have been a dimple when he was younger added an attractive boyishness to his looks despite him being much too old to be classified a boy.

“Thanks,” she replied, and sounded a little more out of breath than her run would have made her. “I am fine, I promise.”

His eyes searched hers and for a moment she felt like he’d seen more than her smiling assurance she was okay. As if he could look into her soul.

Silly.

“I’m glad. And I still do apologize for Pongo.”

“Pongo?” She raised an eyebrow.

The man smiled, a little sheepishly, and the boyish impression strengthened. “A young client of mine named him. He maintained you couldn’t have “a Pongo” and not name him “Pongo”.”

Ruby laughed. “Sound logic,” she nodded.

“I thought so. So yeah, Pongo is learning but aside from “sit” we haven’t gotten very far.”

At the word, Pongo looked up from his scrambling search for interesting smells around their feet to gaze adoringly at the man, waggle his tail so his entire backside almost tipped him over, and then plop his butt down, almost shaking in his delight at knowing what to do. “Look, look, I did it!” his entire being seemed to announce.

Ruby couldn’t resist and sank to her knees to pat him and praise him for his endeavour. Pongo responded by climbing all over her lap with his four dirty paws.

“So if this is Pongo, what’s his dad’s name?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the man replied, looking at her a little dazed, as if she’d startled him from a daydream. “I’m Archie. Archie Hopper.”

“Ruby,” she replied. “It’s nice to meet you. And Pongo.”

“Likewise, Ruby. And I think it’s safe to say I speak for both of us.”

Allowing him to help her to her feet again, she let go of his hand with a strange stitch of regret this time.

“I work at the Diner in town, you and Pongo should come by one day. I hear there is sometimes a leftover sausage or two after the breakfast rush.”

His cheeks went pink, or she’d only just noticed that the wind had whipped the colour out in them.

“Ah…I’m not much for sausage.”

Laughing, Ruby shook her head. “I meant for Pongo. As you can read, I’ll allow you anything you like from the menu.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, I don’t seem to be appearing at my best today.”

She tilted her head with a smile that had turned stronger men than Archie Hopper to butter. “Oh, I think you’re doing just fine.”

#writersmonth2020 #red cricket #once upon a time #Ruby Lucas #archie hopper #pongo

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natashasbanner · 4 years

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Welcome to Storybrooke

What if Bruce and Natasha lived in the Enchanted Forest before the Queen's curse and were brought to the Land Without Magic?

Bruce/Nat OUAT AU that no one asked for.

A/N: So I did a thing. This is kind of based on a Tumblr prompt and something I've wanted to play with for a long time. Someone asked if I'd ever write a Brucenat fairytale AU and this that, with a twist from one of my favorite shows.

This will have three parts and you don't need any knowledge of Once Upon a Time to enjoy.

Also on AO3 X

Bruce started his day like he did any other. His alarm clock sounded at four in the afternoon, but he was mostly awake by then. He got up, took a shower and made himself some breakfast before heading into town. He still had a while before he had to be at work, but he liked to enjoy a little bit of daylight before spending his entire night at Storybrooke’s hospital.

The quiet town didn’t have a busy emergency room during the day and at night it was a ghost town, but Bruce didn’t mind the quiet. When he finished medical school, he always imagined his days would be spent elbow deep in trauma after trauma in the big city. As it turned out the occasional bumps and bruises that he dealt with suited him well enough, better for his nerves.

Bruce’s apartment was only a few blocks from Main Street and it was a beautifully sunny day. He grabbed his bag from where he left it by the door every morning when he returned from the hospital and headed for Main Street.

His first stop was always Granny’s. Her granddaughter was out front, like she always was, updating the sign and sent him a smile as he passed. He ordered two coffees and pastry for later before moving on down the sidewalk, toward the boarded up library.

Only today was different. The library was still closed off and boarded up, but the clock on the tower that overlooked the street was actually working. For as long as Bruce remembered, the clock remained pointed to 8:15. He paused on the corner and watched the new anomaly with wonder.

If Storybrooke was anything, it was consistent. The days ran together, each one nearly identical to the last. It was exhausting sometimes, the monotony of it, but most of the time he didn’t even notice. The clock working suddenly was cause for a moment of pause. He watched for a few more minutes, before moving on.

His next stop was the bookstore tucked between the hardware store and a small deli. Because the library was closed, Bruce spent a fair amount of time searching the shelves for something new to read from the old titles. He could spend hours among the books, but they weren’t the only reason he frequented the store as often as he did.

Bruce pushed open the door and a bell sounded above his head. The owner and sole employee of the small store, Natasha, peeked her head around the shelves. She narrowed her eyes when she realized it was him and set down the books she’d been shelving.

“You’re late,” she said accusingly as she walked toward him.

He held out the second coffee in his hand as a peace offering. “I was distracted.”

“What could possibly be so interesting in this town?” She frowned and wrinkled her nose in distaste.

“The clock over the library’s working,” he said, taking a seat at one of the chairs by the front window of the store.

Natasha followed his lead and sat opposite him, craning her neck to try and get a look for herself. She sank into the chair with an unamused shrug.

“It hasn’t worked as long as I’ve lived here,” she said, taking a sip of her coffee.

“And even before that,” he added.

She smiled softly and tilted her head to the side. “What’s it say about us that the most interesting thing that’s happened to us is the stupid clock getting fixed?”

“I think it’s a sign,” Bruce said, watching over the rim of his steaming cup.

She raised her eyebrow at him. “A sign of what?”

“Change.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “This place will never change.”

Bruce sighed, but didn’t say anything. He was well aware of her resentment of this place. She wanted to travel, see the world, but she was confined to this tiny town in the middle of nowhere. But that was life sometimes, her husband got a good job on a fishing boat and they’d packed up and moved to Storybrooke. He felt for her, he really did.

“Nat?” He said softly, reaching out to pat her knee.

She looked up reluctantly, but made eye contact.

“Have you heard from him?”

Natasha blew out a long breath and shook her head. “Not for a few weeks, but they’re scheduled back soon.”

“That’s good,” Bruce said, struggling to keep his tone even.

“Yeah,” she said and looked back out the window.

Bruce sat back in his chair and watched her. Bruce didn’t find out that Natasha was married until he’d known her for almost a year. He couldn’t deny that he was attracted to her, she was beautiful inside and out and one of the funniest people he’d ever met. But he’d never come between her and her husband, despite the fact the he spent months at a time out in the Atlantic. He was happy with their friendship, no matter what.

“Tell me about your book,” she said suddenly, meeting his eyes once again.

Bruce chuckled and pulled it out of his bag.

“You were right. It was amazing.”

“Maybe you should listen to me more often,” she teased. “I’m kind of an expert.”

“Lesson learned,” he conceded. “What do you recommend for this week?”

“Follow me, Doc.”

As much as Natasha hated to admit it, Bruce had been right. Storybrooke was changing. She could feel it in the air when she opened the store in the mornings, when she walked to Granny’s for coffee and breakfast. Every time she walked past that damned clock above the library.

The town was going insane. A coma patient just walked out of the hospital, the sheriff died and was replaced by the woman the mayor seemed to want to run out of town more than anything. Her shop was the busiest it has ever been and a letter arrived from Alex saying he’d be home in two weeks’ time.

When Bruce finally came back into her shop again, Natasha was relieved. She hated the feeling of living the same day over and over in a town she resented keeping her prisoner. But she’d give anything for a boring day with all the chaos going on around them.

“Where have you been?” she demanded, rounding on him before he was fully in the store.

He held out the usual coffee he bought for her along with a pastry bag from Granny’s.

“I brought a peace offering,” he said. “If that helps?”

Natasha accepted the coffee and eyed the bag suspiciously.

“I haven’t seen you in a month.”

“The hospital’s been busy,” he defended. “A man in a coma just walked out.”

“I’ve been busy here and lonely without my favorite customer.”

“I’m sorry.”

She took the pastry bag and peeked inside before looking back at him.

“You’re forgiven.”

They made their way over to their usual chairs and sat together quietly for a few minutes before Natasha decided to break the silence.

“Alex is coming home,” she said softly.

Bruce smiled and hesitated a moment before he spoke.

“That’s awesome. Did he say when?”

Natasha tilted her head to the side with a smile. “Two weeks.”

He tried to hide it, but reading Bruce was something she excelled at. She always knew that Bruce liked her and she couldn’t deny the stirring of feelings she felt for him, only growing as time went on. But she had Alex and he was finally coming home. Being drawn to Bruce romantically was not an option.

“I’m happy for you, Nat,” he said and it was sincere.

Natasha ducked her head. “Thank you, Bruce.”

They lapsed into silence again, but this time Bruce was the one to break it.

“What are you doing tomorrow night?”

“Nothing,” she answered, shaking her head.

Bruce smiled. “Come to the Miner’s Day festival with me.”

“Alright, I’ve never been.”

“I think you’ll enjoy it.”

The next evening, Bruce showed up after she’d closed the store for the night. Natasha thought he looked adorable in his winter coat and scarf. He had two cups from Granny’s in his gloved hands.

“You’re spoiling me,” she teased, taking one of the cups.

“It’s a perfect night for hot cocoa.”

“Lead the way, Doc.” she said and nodded down Main Street.

He offered her his arm and she slipped hers around his elbow.

“I did not know you’d never been to a Miner’s Day festival.”

“Alex and I were supposed to go last year, but he didn’t come back. I didn’t feel like going by myself.”

“You’re in for a treat,” he promised and Natasha couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah?”

Bruce bumped his hip against hers and she laid her head against his shoulder.

“Why haven’t we ever hung out outside the store?” she asked.

He shrugged. “I never realized.”

“We should get out more often,” she said and he chuckled.

“I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”

Natasha lifted her head and smiled up at him. “We’ll figure it out. That’s what friends are for, right?”

He bumped his shoulder against hers. “Absolutely.”

She laid her head back on his shoulder with a smile.

Of course the first Miner’s Day festival Natasha got to experience some idiot knocks out the power. Bruce was convinced the town had lost its collective minds.This was only the latest in a string of strange events to happen in the town lately.

The candles were a nice save, but Natasha didn’t want to hang around for long after the power went out.

They walked back to her store together, arm in arm, a candle held between them.

“Is it just me or did this place start getting interesting overnight?” she asked.

“That’s putting it nicely,” he scoffed.

She shrugged, her head on his shoulder. “You were right, things are changing.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

They stopped in front of her store, the door to the apartment above on the side of the building. She was staring at him, her gaze intense like she could see everything about him in just a look.

“I don’t think so,” she said and leaned up to kiss his cheek. “Goodnight, Bruce.”

“‘Night.”

He waited on the sidewalk until he saw a light turn on on the second level. This was dangerous territory they were crossing into, but Bruce was certain he couldn’t go back if he tried.

“The town’s been quiet.” Bruce commented as he sipped his coffee at Granny’s

Natasha sat across from him, her head resting in her hand as she looked at him. She raised an eyebrow at him.

“I never thought I’d see the day where I looked forward to a dull evening.”

Bruce chuckled and brought his hand up to rest over his heart.

“I’ll try to be more entertaining next time.”

“You know what I meant,” she said and nudged his shin with her toe. “All the excitement has made me appreciate the quiet days. As much as I hate to admit it.”

Bruce smiled softly and bumped his knee against hers under the table. “I knew you’d come around, eventually.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Don’t sound so smug.”

“You like it here,” he teased.

“Like is a strong word,” she said. “But it’s alright, for now.”

“I’ll take it,” he conceded.

Natasha smiled and they lapsed into silence. Their food was brought out to their table and they ate in comfortable silence.

A few minutes into their meal the bell over the door jingled. Bruce didn’t think anything of it, people came and went the entire time they were there. His back was to the door and he didn’t even bother turning around. He only paused when he realized Natasha dropped her fork.

He looked up and saw that she was staring at whoever just walked in, her mouth open slightly.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

She blinked a few times, ignoring his question.

“Alex?” she said and stood from the booth.

Bruce turned around and watched her walk over to the man standing in the middle of the diner. He recognized him vaguely from the picture Natasha kept behind the counter of the store. He was tall and handsome with a rugged edge. Bruce watched as Alex and Natasha held onto each other awkwardly for a moment.

He turned his back to them when they pulled back to look at each other. He could hear their quiet conversation.

“You weren’t supposed to back for two days,” Natasha accused.

“I know. We got back early.”

“You could have told me.”

“I wanted to surprise you.”

“Consider me surprised.”

Bruce could hear the smile in Natasha’s voice and his heart sank into his stomach. He stood from the booth suddenly and tossed enough money to cover their meals on the table. He ducked his head and hurried past the couple, ignoring Natasha calling his name.

The air outside was freezing and after a block of walking he realized he left his coat in the booth he all but ran from. It was stupid and a little immature to just up and leave the second Nat’s husband returned, but he couldn’t help it. He wasn’t sure when his quiet longing had turned into full blown feelings, but Bruce was certain he loved Natasha Romanoff.

But she was married and seeing her with Alex hurt more than he cared to admit. Maybe the distance would do him some good.

“What the hell was that, Banner?” Natasha demanded as she stormed into the emergency room.

Bruce looked up from his book and glanced at the clock on the counter. It was after two in the morning and he stood from his chair, immediately concerned.

“Nat? What are you doing here?” He rounded the counter and crossed the room to her. “Is everything okay?”

He reached out for her, but she waved his hand away.

“I don’t know, you tell me. Why did you run out like that?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

Bruce sighed and looked down at his feet.

“I thought you and Alex would want some time to catch up. Alone.”

“So you left without a word in the middle of dinner. That’s what you’re sticking with?”

He nodded, but still didn’t look at her. Natasha sighed and reached out to touch his arm.

“Bruce,” she said. “Please look at me.”

Reluctantly, he lifted his head.

“I know, okay.”

“Know what?”

She sighed and took a step closer. “I feel it too.”

Bruce shook his head and backed up. “No, you don’t have to do this. Natasha, your husband just came home.”

“Maybe I don’t care,” she said with a shrug.

“You don’t mean that.”

“Don’t tell me how I feel,” she snapped.

Bruce deflated and remained quiet while she paced in front of him.

“You were right, Bruce. I don’t know what it is, but something in this town is changing. I have these dreams and they feel so real and they’re always the same. You and I, together and happy. I know it sounds crazy, but I can’t help but feel drawn to you.”

“I know what you mean,” he said.

There were memories in his head that felt so vivid, so real. But they were impossible, a completely separate life he lived, one he lived with Natasha. They were happy and it wasn’t complicated and Bruce would give everything for them to be true. They weren’t though, and there was nothing he could do to change that.

“But it’s not real.”

She took the last step to close the distance between them and reached out to touch his cheek.

“It could be,” she said softly.

Bruce leaned in to her touch and let himself hope for a moment, just a moment before reaching up and grabbing her fingers.

“You’re married, Nat.”

“I don’t have to be.”

Bruce chuckled and gave her fingers a soft squeeze.

“We both know the second that happened you’d be on the next bus out of town.”

“Come with me,” she said.

“My whole life’s here.”

“Then let’s start over. You and me, we could go anywhere.”

Bruce ducked his head. “Natasha, go home. Get some sleep.”

“It won’t change anything,” she said defiantly, pulling her hand from his grasp.

Bruce looked up and saw the silent tears running down her face.

He swallowed and smiled sadly. “I know.”

She lingered in front of him for a few more seconds before turning on her heel and hurrying out of the hospital.

Bruce watched her go and his heart broke more with every step.

Bruce spent the next few days sulking alone in his apartment. He saw Natasha in passing a few times, but she ignored him. Alex was with her a few times and it hurt, but Bruce knew it was for the best. They wanted different things. He was content with his life in Storybrooke, but she wanted more, so much more than he could ever give her. She resented Alex, as much as she tried to hide it, and Bruce couldn’t live with himself if he ever did the same.

On the third day he decided to get some fresh air. He avoided Main Street and headed for the docks. With a coffee from home, he found an empty bench and settled in to watch the water.

His coffee was nearly finished when he heard footsteps approaching. He looked up to find Natasha standing beside him, hands in her coat pockets. She didn’t look angry anymore, just tired.

“Can I sit down?”

“Of course.” Bruce moved over to give her room on the bench.

She sat and looked out at the water, but didn’t say anything. Eventually, Bruce was the one to break the silence.

“How have you been?”

She sighed. “I’ve been better.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Alex and I are getting divorced.”

Bruce wasn’t sure what to say to that and her expression gave nothing away.

“It wasn’t you, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she added a few moments later. “We decided it was for the best. We weren’t happy anymore.”

“I really am sorry, Nat.” He reached over and patted her knee.

“I’m leaving, Bruce.”

Bruce blew out a breath and looked out at the water. He figured as much, but it still felt like someone punched him in the gut.

“Where will you go?” He asked.

“New York,” she said with certainty.

“When?”

“By the end of the month.”

He looked over at her again. “I’ll miss you, Nat.”

“You can always come visit,” she said and looked back at him with a raised eyebrow.

Bruce smiled at that. “You’ll get sick of me.”

Natasha looked at him seriously. “Never.”

They lapsed back into silence, both staring out at the water. It was cold, but the sun was high in the sky, reflecting off the waves.

“Do you think we’d ever have a chance?” she asked after a few minutes.

“Maybe,” Bruce answered. “One day.”

Natasha sighed and stood. “I need to start packing.”

Bruce stood as well and in an instant Natasha was in his arms, holding him tightly against her. He hugged her close and rested his cheek against her head.

“I wish things could have worked out differently,” she whispered against his chest.

He leaned back and kissed her forehead.

“Me too.”

The mayor’s kid was brought into the hospital a few nights later and the entire place descended into chaos. The mayor and the sheriff were at each other’s throats and it was giving Bruce a massive headache.

The sun had just come up when he was finally able to step outside for a much needed breather. His phone rang and he immediately recognized Natasha’s number and picked up.

“I heard you had an exciting night, Doc,” she said, teasing.

“More like aggravating,” he corrected with a soft chuckle. “I’ve never seen two people fight as much as those two, I swear.”

Natasha laughed. “How much longer do you have?”

“Two hours,” he said with a sigh.

“Meet me at Granny’s when you’re done, I’ll buy you breakfast,” she said. “If you’re up for it.”

“I’d love that.” He smiled to himself.

“I should go back inside.”

She started to say something but her sentence was cut short but static on the line. A strange light pulsed away from the hospital and spread through the town. The air was pushed from his lungs and he gasped for breath. Suddenly the world felt more vibrant that it ever had.

Memories rushed into his mind, the life he thought had been a dream was real. And the more he remembered, the more he felt like weeping.

And then he remembered he’d been talking on the phone. It was still pressed to his ear but the line was dead silent.

“Natalia?”

#brucenat #hulkwidow #brutasha #please enjoy #and let me know what you think #i've been sitting on this for a while and it was really fun to write so i hope you all like it

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bookishnerdhero · 5 years

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Fanfiction Masterlist

The Big Four OUAT AU

Episode 1

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Episode 2

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Merricup

Home and Sickness

How it is (Drabble)

#rotbtd fanfiction #the big four ouat au #mericcup fanfiction #fanfiction #mericcup #masterlist #fanfiction masterlis

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greatbigfour · 4 years

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The Lorax - 3

Onceler woke up and stretched. He was feeling quite thrilled. Business was booming! But something seemed to gnaw at him, like he was forgetting something. What was he forgetting? He threw off his covers and dashed to his calendar. Nope, he remembered all of his appointments and everything on his to-do list. So what was nagging him?

A loud banging was heard at his door. “Onceler, are you up yet? We have that meeting with the new mayor today!”

“Be out in a minute, Mother!” called out Onceler. He raced to the closet and changed into his suit. He checked himself out in the mirror. With a grin, he placed his hat on his head. He paused. The color green, what was about it that made him feel sad looking at it right now? He hadn’t done so before. Why now? What had he forgotten again?

“Onceler!”

“Coming!” Onceler took one more look at the mirror to make sure everything looked perfect before leaving. The meeting with Mayor O’Hare went pretty well, all things considered. He seemed insistent on hiring Bret and Chet as his bodyguards, but Onceler would only agree to it once the last tree was harvested. O’Hare readily agreed, and the family returned to their mansion.

“I wonder why the new mayor was so quick to accept my terms?” wondered Onceler as they walked home.

His Aunt Grizelda scoffed. “Because the last tree is going to be cut down either today or tomorrow.”

Onceler paused. “Wait, what?” Everything came back to him in a flash. Emerald! The Lorax! The seeds! His promise! “No!” He raced back to the factory.

“Onceler! Where are you going? What’s wrong?” His family ran after him.

“We need the seeds to . . .” he shouted, but paused when he reached the top of the hill. The last tree just fell down.

“What? Whatever for?” asked his mother.

“I-I promised to plant them! And I didn’t!”

His mother waved her hand dismissively. “Oh hosh posh, you didn’t need to do that!”

Onceler didn’t hear her, he was glancing down at the valley. He gasped when he saw a line of animals moving out of what was once their home, aided by fairies. He dashed down the hill. “Emerald!”

“Onceler! Come back!”

Onceler didn’t pay attention. He ran pell-mell down into the valley, calling for Emerald and the Lorax. About halfway down, a red fairy came buzzing around his head, poking and pinching him. “Ow! Ow ow ow ow OW!” Onceler tried to swap him away, but he kept on coming back. “Hey! Come on! Cut it out!”

“Why, huh? You broke your promise! You made Emerald sad!”

“I know! I-I’m sorry!”

“Saying sorry doesn’t cut it!”

“Ruby!” The Enchantress flew up, followed by the rest of the Guardians, including a very crestfallen Emerald. “That’s enough.”

“Enchantress, Emerald, I am so so sorry . . .”

The Enchantress held up her hand. “Ruby is right though, just saying sorry doesn’t cut it.” The Enchantress sighed. “But I sense that you are sincere in your guilt and regret. So,” she paused and gave him two seeds, “you must plant one and give the other to the first person who will listen to your story and learn from it.” She blew some fairy dust onto him. “Until then, you will live forever, and you will grow old.” Onceler’s hair began turning white. “After that, you must tell your story as many times as the number of trees you have cut down. Only then will we reconsider you becoming a friend again.” The Enchantress turned. There was the Lorax. “Do you think that is fair punishment?”

The Lorax nodded. “I think it is very fair.” He turned and glanced at all the sawed off trunks. “Very fair indeed.” The Enchantress flew to his shoulder and sat upon it before he floated away. The other fairies followed.

“Wait, Emerald.” Emerald paused and glanced at Onceler. A tear fell from her eye before Ruby came back and put his arm around her, leading her away. Onceler let out a sad sigh before walking back to his family.

Upon hearing the story, it didn’t take long for his family to up and leave him. He planted one of the seeds like he promised, then boarded up his house, and waited. Years later, Ted came along. He heard the story and planted the seed. Onceler came out and told the story to everyone in town. And then he told everyone he could after that.

#3 trip #a faraway land #once upon a time au #ouat au #mericcup #jackunzel #big four #the lorax

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capnjay21 · 5 years

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Author Interview

I’ve been tagged by @peglegsjones - thanks a bunch hun! <33

Name: Jay

Fandoms: OUAT and Doctor Who primarily, but a pinch of everything else too.

Where You Post: AO3 and tumblr.

Most Popular One-Shot: stand on her steps (with my heart in my hand) - 3.5k words of a what-if where Charming and Snow decide to go through the portal in 6x17 and raise Emma themselves.

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: I guess the importance of being idle (my ‘rock n roll’ guitarist!Killian photojournalist!Emma romp) technically has the most kudos, but the boy that stood by the sea is the fic I definitely felt the strongest reaction from lovely readers <33

Favorite Story You Wrote: the boy that stood by the sea - a tale of three gentle, flawed people trying very hard to love and cherish a little boy who adores fairy tales, but not always getting it right.

Story You Were Nervous to Post: bring walls down, hear my sound - the sequel to ‘the boy’ is one of the angstiest (with a happy ending!) things I have ever put onto paper, touching on themes like miscarriage and difficult relationships with parents, and I was worried I might discourage readers from continuing or make them feel I’d handled these issues poorly - and then I was worried no one would care when I came back 2 years later to finish it! But actually from start to finish anyone that has spoken to me about it has been overwhelmingly supportive, and I felt really empowered to keep exploring challenging places I’d never taken my writing before. What fantastic shipmates you all are!

How You Choose Your Titles: Very, very poorly. Mostly song lyrics... in fact I realise now all of them are songs, except for Brink and we’re pirates, what did you expect?

Do You Outline: Yes, but sometimes to my detriment. Plotting for me sometimes functions as a ‘wish fulfilment’ thing, where the whole story plays in my head and then never ends up making it to paper! But sometimes it helps as a form of rudder for me while I work my way through, so plots and I have a bit of a love/hate relationship. I also have like 6 WIPs plotted out completely in my head that one day, I will need to write...

Complete: 3 multi-chapters, 3 one-shots.

In Progress: 2 multi-chapters, that I am determined to finish up within the next few months as part of a rounding up project I started with bring walls down.

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: A lot!

My CS Role Reversal fic! Currently not titled. It’s a Storybrooke ghost story told in both the present day and the past, with quite a few mysteries that need solving. Dark, spooky, and hopefully a great adventure. First chapter drops October 26th, keep your eyes peeled!

Chapter 5 of Brink - here we’ll see a breakthrough in Emma and Hook’s tentative alliance, a little peek into Henry’s new life as a Lost Boy, and just how far Emma is willing to go to get him back.

Continuing with Keeping Up with the Joneses, a fake-family AU where Emma/Killian are pretending to be parents/spouses moving into a small town in Maine - in actuality they are an elite “stealth marketing” team, tasked with convincing their peers to invest in the next big thing. I want to give this fic the attention I couldn’t give it when I first published it, and really get it done right!

A four-part Battlestar Galactica AU. Space pilots. Sex. The survival of the human race. That is all.

A one-shot based in the ‘the boy that stood by the sea’ verse that I started a long time ago, that I have decided to pick up and finish and dedicate to @carpedzem because of her lovely, lovely words about it over the last few days! <3

... And many, many more...

Do You Accept Prompts: Oh god, I try. But it always takes me forever to do them and then I feel like the prompter probably forgot/gave up on me and I get too awkward to post them! Eep. I’m so sorry. I’ll be better.

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: My CSRR fic has just been flying onto the page, currently sitting pretty at 11k and I’m not even at the end of part 1 of 3 yet. I want to try and finish all/most of it before I post, to try and get a more regular posting schedule up!

Tagging: you guys may have done it already, but tagging @hollyethecurious, @wellhellotragic and @awkwardnessandbaseball!

#tag game #author interview #jay writes #I actually have a million AUs in my OUAT folder on my laptop #lmao #about me #thanks for the tag #this was so fun!

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coinelot · 5 years

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Unfortunately we didn’t have time to actually collect fic recs from all guests during the convention, but a bunch of them sent in fic recs to us via email afterwards, and we’d like to share the results with everyone. All in one post, that’s going to be long, but you’ll have them all in one place :).

Angst & Hurt/Comfort

Home Like Here

by @pendragoff, 3,594 words, Teen+

Sometimes at night Arthur pretends Merlin's laying in the bed beside him, fast asleep.

Such Fractured Shadows

by i_claudia, 24,625 words, Explicit

Lionel is the first, approaching Merlin one late summer afternoon as the sun slants through the dust in the stables and turns the air into heavy fire.

Guard and Keep You

by youfeelallthat, 7,426 words, Explicit

A nasty storm rolls in and Merlin takes Arthur, his company's sweet, simple custodian, home with him. They end up finding much more than shelter.

Forming the Lines

by alcove-words, Teen+

Merlin takes ill and is conflicted over Arthur, Arthur is conflicted over Merlin and hates considerate replacement servants, and the knights are helpful, thoughtful fellows.

With podfic by alcove-words.

Saving Merlin

by @arthur-the-cute, 22,794 words, Explicit

A prompt given to me via my ask box on Tumblr: Season one, The Poisoned Chalice. Arthur is in the room when he thinks Merlin has died and instead of Gwen kissing Merlin, Arthur does.

Challenge accepted.

Fluff

To Dance With the One You Love

by emrys_mk, 1,042 words, Teen+

Arthur asks his father why he made Merlin his manservant.

of blowjobs and candy rings

by coffeeandparchment, 6,221 words, Teen+

"No."

"What? I didn't even say anything yet."

"You didn't have to. It's all in your beady little eyes. You want me to give you a piggyback to the club." Arthur said.

"My feet hurt," Merlin said, as if that was a good enough reason for a piggy back. At Arthur's silence, Merlin pouted. Gods, maybe he was a little more than tipsy.

Arthur slowed down as Merlin walked past. "What are you doing now? For someone who is all about doing these quickly you sure ar—” Merlin cut off as he turned to see Arthur stopped and crouching down. "What are you doing?"

Arthur huffed in annoyance. "What does it look like, Merlin? Are you going to get on or just leave me crouching here like an idiot all night?"

Concert Air

by Saturning, 9,303 words

Arthur and Morgana were having the times of their lifes at this rock festival. Then a drunk Merlin almost ran Arthur over and his excuse took Arthur's breath away, quite literally.

Mint Editions (84 Charing Cross Road)

by @wanderlust48, 10,049 words, Teen+

A London bookseller and an aspiring New York writer strike up an easy friendship over correspondences about books, and food parcels. Arthur and Merlin finally meet in person in London.

Screen control your mother(board)

by furloughday, 10,890 words, Gen

Arthur is Merlin's tech support at work.

With podfic by @momotastic27

Canon, Canon AU & Reincarnation

The Curse and the Coffee Shop

by merlinsivan, 21,860 words, Teen+, WIP

OUAT/ Coffee Shop AU. When Morgana casts a curse that will bring the gang back to our world with no recollection of who they are, will true love’s kiss be able to break the curse? Featuring dragons turned baristas, clueless warlocks and kings that may realise magic isn't such a bad thing after all.

Writers Block

by Kalee60sAlterEgo, 45,808 words, Mature

Merlin, a travel writer for a well-known paper went to his local bar to forget the worst day in history – he didn't expect to sit down at a table and free-write a story starring the god-like barman, Arthur. And he 'really' didn't expect to be drawn back there again and again to write – each story more outlandish than the next.

King for a Day

by @guessimaclotpole, 26,592 words

King Uther has had a rough week, and so he drunkenly decides to take a 2 day holiday. Arthur is thrilled at his opportunity to temporarily become King. That is until Uther announces that Merlin will have to act as King too.

In which two idiots are in love, and learn about what it takes to be a noble and honest leader.

The Long Lost Prince of Camelot

by Phoenixfire513, 31,036 words, Teen+

What if Uther had not banned magic? What if Ygraine had given birth to twins and one had magic? What will the king and his twin brother Balinor do when the Prince who had magic is threatened?

Now I Will Unsettle the Ground Beneath You

by nu_breed, 42,323 words, Explicit

Merlin's dreams have always fuelled his art, but they've always been abstract and removed from reality. Soon after he meets Gwaine, he starts to see vivid images of a past full of death and magic and love for a King who was ripped from him. Things only escalate further when he spends a weekend in the country with Gwaine and meets his group of friends, which includes aristocrat and It Boy, Arthur Pendragon. Merlin soon realises that no matter how hard you try, one thing is certain, you can't fuck with destiny.

With podfic by fluffyllama

Three Castles

by @rageprufrock, 4,538 words, Teen+

It’s a perfectly wretched day in Camelot when Uther Pendragon announces Arthur’s betrothal.

With podfic by EosRose

With podfic by paraka

With podfic by dodificus

The Knights Have a Thousand Eyes

by Stakeaclaim, 74,232 words, Teen

In which Arthur is teaching his knights and Merlin is about to get roped into a lesson.

With podfic by Beccaleelee

Route to Advancement

by magog_83, 30,350 words, Gen

New Knight hopeful, Percy, has been at Court four months, but it might be another four years before Prince Arthur stops calling him Perrin. That's where Merlin comes in.

With podfic by kalakirya

Fidelity

by @schweetheart, 70,249 words, Explicit

Arthur and Gwen have been married for a little under a year when Arthur discovers Merlin's magic, and suddenly everything changes. In a desperate attempt to regain the King's trust, Merlin offers to do the only thing he can think of: to voluntarily bind his power, and with it sacrifice all hope for a united Albion. But as with all things magical, such a concession comes with a price, and with an assassin in their midst and a vital political alliance hanging in the balance, Merlin is not the only one who will find his loyalty tested.

Awake

by Cori_Lannam, with art by @phoenix-acid, 50,711 words, Explicit

King Arthur sleeps in Avalon, waiting to return at the hour of Albion's greatest need. But once a year he awakes and spends a single day with Merlin, who will never, ever leave him.

Crossovers & Fusions

In Front of the Whole World

by Trillsabells, 1,492 words, Gen

She was meant to be showering away the sweat, changing into her Team GB sweatsuit and sorting out her hair to look presentable at the presentation. Instead she was sat on the bench, staring at the wall and wondering what she was thinking and what the hell she was going to do now.

All because of one kiss.

Fast Girls crossover

Broken

by Clea2011, 2,697 words, Teen+

“I’m not Leo Elster,” Merlin snarled. “I don’t even know who he is.”

The synth, or whatever they had all become now, just shook his head sadly. “You don’t remember.”

Merlin remembered. Merlin remembered more than he ever wanted to.

Humans crossover

Note to Idiot

by @tinylilemrys, 9,762 words, Teen+

Arthur and Merlin are members of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad who work different shifts and share the same office. Arthur, who works the day shift, can't stand the rain. Merlin, who works the night shift, can't concentrate without it.

When they both get tired of changing the weather in the magical window in their underground office, is there a more British way to settle their differences than with a few passive-aggressive memos?

Harry Potter crossover

Two Weeks Notice

by ras_elased, 39,884 words, Explicit

Arthur is a prattish Executive VP of the Pendragon Corporation with a disturbingly non-ironic love of Demotivational posters. Merlin is a tree-hugging barista with a "magic" tongue. Morgana's a peeping Tom and her breasts have superpowers. Gwen and Lancelot get married. Owain is the company bicycle. Arthur attempts to steal Merlin's affections from Will through epic DDR combat. Merlin gets drunk a lot. There is a pillow fight, and a helicopter ride, and rooftop confessions, and Arthur decides Merlin really is his destiny, whether he likes it or not.

Two Weeks Notice fusion

With podfic by jennacorinth

The King of Mars

by @ivaleelovesmerlin, 34,304 words, Teen+

As children, the Pendragon siblings were obsessed with the space program. They dreamt of becoming astronauts and one day walking on another planet. Their dream leads them to NASA where the revelation of magic suddenly brings Mars within our reach. The Camelot 1 crew, including both Pendragons and powerful sorcerer, Merlin Emrys, land on Mars, and the world celebrates -- until a Martian storm cuts the mission short and tragedy strikes. Arthur is killed, and Morgana makes the difficult decision to leave her brother's body behind on Mars. His crewmates and the world mourn his loss, until Gwen Smith, a clever engineer at NASA, makes a shocking discovery: Arthur is alive.

His ingenuity and determination will get him far, but will Arthur be able to survive alone on Mars until help arrives?

The Martian fusion

Arthur Pendragon and the Quest With a Capital Q

by rubberglue, based on art by @akikotree, 8,164 words, Gen

There's a Holy Grail out there and Arthur Pendragon wants to find it, if only to prove to his father that he is a hero. He gathers his reluctant, suffering manservant and best knights (sort of - some of them are unavailable) and sets off on a quest for the Holy Grail. Gwen never wanted to go on any quest but her mistress, Morgana, thinks the young prince is in danger and requires their aid. And so, the two motley groups make their way through the wilds of Camelot in search of their trophy, encountering overly-stubborn knights, knights with bad dress sense and guards with an unusual interest in ornithology (to name a few) before their final encounter with the big bad - a very fluffy big bad.

As it turns out, the quest is less epic than this summary.

Monty Python fusion

With podfic by @akikotree.

Winter & Christmas

Christmas Memories

by @ivaleelovesmerlin, 4,337 words, Teen+

Merlin and Arthur spend a cozy Christmas Eve snuggled before the fire, reminiscing about past Christmases.

What Nonsense!

by @momotastic27, 8,735 words, Gen

In which Uther Pendragon is Ebenezer Scrooge.

It’s That Time of the Year

by @rotrude, 20,819 words, Explicit

Merlin is a personal shopper at a high-end department store. He's tasked with helping Arthur, who's helpless when it comes to gift ideas for his demanding friends and family. Arthur soon finds that going shopping isn't that tremendous an ordeal.

The Good Times Are Killing Me

by minor_hue, Explicit

In which the boys pretend to still be together for Christmas (and there is more than one kind of charade).

With podfic by @misssnowfoxx

Merlin’s Yule Gift

by rotrude, 15,465 words, Explicit

It's the first Yule after Uther's death and in spite of some initial doubts as to the propriety of holding revels, Arthur decides to celebrate the festival all the same. The populace deserves a time for merry-making and so do his friends and loved ones. Now present exchanges are a Camelot Yuletide tradition, a long established convention. And that's where Arthur's plans falter just a little. While he knows what to give his friends and followers, he has no idea how to reward Merlin. Right, Merlin...

High School & University AU

Best You Ever Had

by neuroticnick (now orphaned), 36,305 words, Explicit

Arthur has been with just about every girl in the sixth form. Merlin pines from afar, knowing he doesn't have a chance. Then Merlin gets an invitation, and realises he has a chance after all. Apparently Arthur is bored and wants to try something new. Merlin knows it's meaningless sex, but he might just be okay with that. Even if the butterflies in his stomach say otherwise.

With podfic by @merlins-earmuffs

The Pope, A Singing Nun, and Arthur Walk Into a Library

by @gigi-gigi, 4,210 words, Teen+

Merlin is a librarian, Arthur is in search of a book. Of course this entire transaction results in true love. There might also be a professor asleep in the Ancient Egypt section.

With podfic by striped_bowties

Best Friends & Flatmates

Little Hours

by orphan_account, 3,640 words, Teen+

Arthur is sleep deprived and Merlin just bought so many snacks.

Time Forward

by @kianspo, 23,180 words, Teen+

While still at uni, Arthur Pendragon meets two people who become his best friends. He falls in love with one of them... but marries the other. This isn't his story to tell; it's Merlin's. And Merlin will always remember that he met Arthur first.

With podfic by @sugaredwhimsey

Something Unpredictable

by alby_mangroves, with art by @softershadows, 38,957 words, Explicit

Arthur’s treehouse was the same as Merlin remembered it, all of it was. Maybe a little smaller, but then everything was, now.

And then there was Arthur himself; and it wasn't so much that a lot had changed about him, not really, it was only that everything had lengthened and broadened and become more.

Enemies to Lovers & Friends to Lovers

When You're Busy Making Other Plans

by helloearthlings, 3,339 words, Teen+

Merlin and The Plan were two irreconcilable parts of Arthur's life.

He wasn't ready to let go of either of them.

Rule Number Four

by orphan_account, 47,732 words, Explicit

Pendragon Enterprise is the world's leading computer security company and ruthless when it comes to taking down malicious programmers. It's the perfect place for a skilled hacker like Merlin Ambrosius (codename: Emrys) to work undercover and gain a tactical advantage. But being the personal assistant for vice-CEO Arthur Pendragon is more complicated than Merlin expects. The female Pendragon threatens castration, Arthur apparently sleeps with all his PAs, and it only gets more complicated when the Kilgharrah virus causes a panic. Merlin might just have a solution though, because Anonymous...Anonymous is legion.

In Spite of Everything, the Stars

by @thepolomonkey with art by @mushroomtale-fanart, 82,243 words, Explicit

London. 2015. The government is set to vote on ending the microchipping of magic users, and Arthur Pendragon has been tasked with kidnapping prominent Magical activist Merlin Emrys to influence the outcome.

Locked away in a house on the North York Moors, tensions rise and confrontation ensues as Arthur is forced to re-evaluate everything he’s been taught about magic, and Merlin finds himself in a struggle for his life. And the fact that they’re falling for each other doesn’t help…

With Podfic by @momotastic27

Love, Toast, and Post-It Notes

by themadlurker, 6,704 words, Teen+

It was love at first sight, and Merlin knew it — when it came to the flat, that was. Merlin wasn't anything like as clear about the man he was going to have to live with.

With podfic by @tipsyxkitty

But It’s a Good Refrain

by @theladyragnell, 23,090 words, Teen

Arthur doesn't care much about the popular radio program Dragon's Lonely Hearts until his ex-girlfriend calls in to slag him off and get advice. When he calls in and has an on-air argument with the host, it starts off more than he expected, including meddling friends, overinvolved fans, and maybe love.

With podfic by striped_bowties

At Our Best When It’s From the Hips

by @derryere, 12,781 words, Explicit

Merlin goes to a brothel to get rid of that virginity thing and runs into Arthur. From there on, it's all madness.

Fake Dating & Fake Marriage

A Date for Dinner

by the5leggedcricket, 10,002 words, Mature

This time Uther has gone too far. With the help of Morgana and a ridiculous advertisement, Arthur finds the perfect revenge: a pretend boyfriend.

#weddingweekend

by sweetiejelly, 5,335 words, Mature

Being with Arthur has never been a chore. Being with Arthur is a breeze, a real breeze, especially in the convertible with the top down.

(Or, Arthur pretends to be Merlin's boyfriend for a wedding weekend. Kilgharrah 'Killy' possibly ships Merlin with Arthur or possibly just wants some chicken.)

An Exchange of Favours (aka The One Where Arthur Gets his Dick Stuck in a Door)

by SPowell, 9,030 words, Explicit

When Merlin gets a stranger out of a jam, he asks him to pretend to be his boyfriend for the night in order to make his ex jealous.

Maybe We Were Coming All Along

by @sassafrasx, 22,181 words, Explicit

In retrospect, the "Prince on the Lam in Wales" Christmas headline was not what Arthur had intended.

Of Coffee Shops and Terrifying Sisters

by Ellenoel117, 4,626 words, Gen

In a sleepy haze Arthur stumbles into a random coffee shop, not expecting much, just coffee. Enter Merlin, shy, dorky and impossibly cute. Add in a rushed explanation, Morgana being Morgana and you've got something cooking.

The Practice Boyfriend

by giselleslash, 24,495 words, Mature

Merlin’s been in love with Lance for years, but he hasn’t had much experience dating and he wants to figure out the ins and outs of dating before Lance comes back into his life. Cue Arthur and his manwhoring ways, ready and willing to show Merlin the ropes.

A Prophecy of Dragons

by Skitz_phenom, 65,185 words, Explicit

Named the Last Dragonlord as his birthright, Merlin knows he must be responsible to his fellow druids and honor the tenets of the prophecy. That doesn't mean he's entirely happy about it and of course, trudging through yet another year of ritual with yet another potential consort, Merlin's perhaps grown a bit too blasé about the whole thing. So when Arthur Pendragon shows up in the Valley of the Fallen Kings, and they're both swept up in the auspices of said prophecy, he's not entirely sure how to feel about it all (or about the handsome, arrogant prince).

Domesticity (in est. relationship) & Parent AU

Oh Baby!

by ReneeLaRoux, 7,862 words, Gen

A witch's hex turns Arthur and Merlin into infants. The Knights of the Round Table are tasked with babysitting the miniature King and his Warlock.

The mysterious creature that struck at the heart of Camelot in the wake of the Festival of Ostara

by @prue84, 5,341 words, Gen

As the Festival of Ostara approaches, a mysterious creature threatens Camelot’s crown. Will King Arthur survive the attack or will the creature succeed in deposing the head of the Pendragon’s nest?

Pole Dancing AU

by Bevinkathryn, 47,916 words, Explicit

Arthur's secretary is hell bent on getting him a life. He never expected that life to involve her pole dancing friend, Merlin.

With podfic by @momotastic27

One Day at a Time

by @sara-bocchan

Arthur had returned a couple of weeks ago and Merlin and him are slowly but surely settling into their new routine of adjusting Arthur to the modern world, preparing for the impending threat to Albion, and making the best out of this second chance. This is a story about one of these normal, calm days in their new lives.

Fostered

by @rageprufrock, 6,511 words, Teen+

Obviously, it was not just any sort of egg.

With podfic by dodificus

Keep the Magic Secret

by orphan_account, 73,580 words, Explicit

For the prompt: Someone tells Arthur about the legends of Emrys, an all-powerful warlock whose destiny is to protect Arthur and his kingdom and help bring about an age of peace. He is told that Emrys is someone close to him, and has hidden his identity and trials over the years to protect himself and make sure he can continue on at Arthur's side. When Arthur asks who it is, the person turns to Arthur and shrewdly asks: "Arthur, who do you want it to be?" ... Arthur's mind automatically goes to Merlin.

Cis Swap, Genderbending & Sexuality and Gender Minorities

Dude Looks Like a Lady

by Uniquely_Queer67, 4,941 words, Teen+

In this au, Arthur returned from Avalon a few weeks before he reunites with Merlin in this fic, and had to figure out the world by himself during that time (once he found Google he was pretty much set). But apparently he doesn't know enough when he falls for a gorgeous young woman performing in a club; or so he thinks...

Here and Nowhere Else

by @pendragoff, with art by @eviko, 41,882 words, Explicit

"We've grown into what our fathers had planned for us to be and that makes it even more impossible."

Forced into friendship for publicity at a young age, Merlin finds herself drawn to Arthur despite the fear of dishonoring her own father's memory. Arthur, the daughter of an unkind ruler, has her own issues to work through; seeing as the object of her affections has magic, the one thing her father hates above all else.

Remember, Remember, the Fift of November

by @angelqueen04, 3,351 words, Mature

Secrets destroy, one way or another.

With podfic by Hebecious

Smut

Someone Special

by teprometo, 3,882 words, Explicit

Merlin’s best mate’s older brother is really hot. It’s sort of a problem.

With podfic by sophinisba

Moments Like This

by dreamdustmama, 3,078 words, Explicit

In which Arthur is definitely not drunk, Merlin's secret is no longer a secret (at least from Arthur) and so-not-the-first-time sex happens.

Favourite Epic Length (100k+)

Evil Overlord, Inc.

by @insanewordcount, with art by @mushroomtale-fanart, 137,922 words, Mature

Merlin is a recent graduate with a double doctorate in metaphysics and physics. Arthur is a low-level paper pusher with a desk in the sub-basement of MI5. They live in a world with ridiculous laws and restrictions against anyone who might be supernatural in any way, shape, or design.

Merlin has huge debts looming over this head, a few quid left in his bank account, and no job prospects. Arthur is pushing thirty, in a dead-end job with no chances of promotion to fieldwork agent, and is thoroughly bored with his life.

One ill-advised Craigslist advert, five pushy mates, one nosy all-knowing sister, and a hacked email account later, Merlin and Arthur take the world by storm.

(Or, more precisely, they take over the world.)

Favourite Short Story (under 5k)

Play Me Something

by Caledonia, 2,100 words

Merlin is a classical pianist who habitually gets notes of complaint from his neighbours, and habitually gets evicted by landlords unwilling to keep the peace. Until one note turns out quite differently than the others.

The Tulip Thief

by @thepolomonkey, 3,182 words, Gen

'Sometimes I steal flowers from your garden on my way to the cemetery, but today you’ve caught me and have demanded to come with me to make sure the “girl is pretty enough to warrant flower theft” and I’m trying to figure out how to break it to you that we’re on our way to a graveyard'

Damsel in a Phone Booth

by @blackwidina 3,053 words, Teen+

I was on Tumbler and found this AU prompt:

“it’s the middle of the night and i’m walking home alone in the dark and there’s this guy following me and he’s starting to gain on me and i found this phone booth with a lock on the door and i tried to call my best friend but my hands were shaking so badly i accidentally dialed the wrong number and i don’t even know you but help me” au

And this was born. Enjoy!

Stranger Things Than Strangers

@fractionallyfoxtrot, 995 words, Gen

Arthur calls Leon to complain about a horrible meeting with his father. At least, he thought he called Leon.

One Day

by @thepolomonkey, 2,018 words, Teen+

Arthur meets Merlin outside a support group.

how not to propose

by @merlinwyllt, 100 words, Gen

“What would you do if I put a crown on your head?”

Favourite Fic

Ace of Hearts

by beccadearie, 32,285 words, Mature

One night when out with friends, Merlin meets Arthur and quickly realizes that they have something in common: they are both asexual and trying to make their way through life and love in a sexual world without going crazy. What starts as hanging out between friends evolves into something more, and Merlin and Arthur decide to plunge headfirst into this tenuous relationship of give and take between the two of them.

Missed Connections (Glory, Glory Holelelujah)

by tourdefierce, 51,218 words, Explicit

Glory-Hole Romantic Comedy. 'NUFF SAID PEOPLE.

You bring the music to my silent world

by Balthamos, 49,818 words, Mature

Arthur and Merlin are thrown together as children when Merlin’s mother moves into the Pendragon Manor as the new housekeeper, bringing her deaf son Merlin with her. Arthur is a loud and obnoxious child, whereas Merlin is quiet but not as shy as everyone thinks. The two children become fast friends, but as they grow up together things begin to change, due to the pressure of wanting to be normal, and the growing lack of communication between the pair. Growing up is never easy and the graceful friendship they had as children gets lost as they reach their teenage years, but through their difficulties they develop a deeper, stronger relationship, one far more permanent.

Sitter!verse

by orphan_account, 32,476 words, Teen+

In which Mordred is Morgana’s 7 year-old son, Merlin is her (terribly cute) housekeeper/babysitter, and Arthur is over all the time because he’s hopelessly in love with him.

Jerusalem

by Magnolia822, 28,859 words, Explicit

Prince Arthur has spent his eighteenth year in a drunken haze of public debauchery, and after the latest round of incriminating photographs, King Uther is fed up. Though magic is outlawed and Magic Users are generally distrusted, Uther secretly hires a young sorcerer to keep Arthur in line, much to Arthur's chagrin. But what starts out as an antagonistic relationship becomes much more as Arthur, increasingly drawn to his secretive young warden, begins to suspect there is something rotten in the state of Great Britain.

And like the cycle of the year, we begin again

by katherynfromphilly, 209,983 words, Mature

For many long years Merlin waited.

For the other part of his soul, for the other half of his life. He was born to serve Arthur. So that meant he was also born to wait. Even if it took a thousand years. Even if the wait seemed never to end.

Until one day, suddenly, it did.

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Set after the Merlin Series 5 Finale "Diamond of the Day". Canon Compliant. In Character. Arthur Pendragon Returns

When Arthur stumbles from the Lake of Avalon 1,500 years after his death, he finds a world unlike the one he knew. Faced with the loss of everyone he loved, and the threat of impending prophecy, Arthur must quickly learn what it means to be not just a king, but the Once and Future King. Merlin does all he can to guide him in this journey, even as he struggles to hide his love for his king, and to conquer his fear of losing him again.

Story includes sass, banter, horseplay, and True Love.

Creators of COiNELOT

Distant Echoes

by @sara-bocchan, with art by @lao-pendragon, 33,678 words, Teen+

Arthur grows up in a small town and into an overall great and normal life. Except, he keeps having these strange, recurring dreams. Once a year he dreams of a man, watches whatever he is up to at the moment, and sees places he could have never imagined. Arthur was sure he had never met him, so why did he seem so familiar?

Getting older, Arthur becomes determined to find out more about his dreams and the mysterious man. He starts to travel to places he had seen in his dreams and does all the research he can possibly do – but to no avail. Over the years he almost gives up, when suddenly he starts to remember a lifetime many centuries ago – the man from his dreams always at his side...

You Swiped Right

by @momotastic27, 22,038 words, Explicit

Pendragon Books is to London's bookselling industry what Sauron is to Middle-Earth: Bad fucking news.

Merlin could also compare them to Voldemort and the magical world in Britain, or maybe the White Witch and Narnia, but no matter what analogy he picks, the point remains the same: Wherever Pendragon Books pops up with a new shop, existing businesses die a painful death, robbing their city of more and more personality and character. Therefore it comes as a bit of a shock when they're settling in right across the street from Merlin's bookshop, and Merlin finds out that Arthur Pendragon himself is gorgeous and unreasonably easy to talk to, and - worst of all - a bit of a nerd.

However, not only is Merlin most definitely not fraternising with the enemy, he's also already sort of dating someone. So what if it started on Grindr, and is only through text messages?

Bad Behaviour (gets you the Pendragon Treatment)

by @tayathestrange, 24,258 words, Explicit, WIP

After his attack on the Pendragon Inc. servers backfired Merlin finds himself in some unpleasent situation. Maybe he shouldn't have taken the job after all...

My Once and Future Love

by @tracionn, manip, Mature

Naked cuddling :)

Choices and Tourneys

by @elveatas, 13,879 words, Explicit

Every year, right before mating season, Camelot holds a great tournament in which the alphas will compete with each other in order to show their strength to the omegas who’ll be looking to choose the perfect mate. After all, it’s not the alpha who chooses the omega, but the omega who chooses the alpha, and Arthur really, really wants Merlin to choose him.

Perfectly Imperfect

by @little-dhampir-1508, 4,867 words, Teen+

Arthur takes care of Merlin after some bullies got to him.

Times Change

by @elirwen, 7,427 words, Explicit

After witnessing Uther's breakdown and finding out some of the horrible things he did during the Purge, Arthur's general stance on magic shifts radically much to Morgana and Merlin's surprise.

What’s a Soulmate?

by @misssnowfoxx, 2:26 min, fanvid

I've been wanting to vid this quote for way too long! And I'm sure you'll all agree no couple in the history of the world has every deserved this quote more than these two stupid assholes in love. I had a very emotional time making this video and I hope I got across what I wanted to.

Creswell Crags

by @gwylliondream, 5,747 words, Teen+

When Arthur takes ill, he finds himself in a strange environment that echoes his past and gives him hope for the future.

What were you the god of again?

by @brolinskeep, manips, on tumblr

a reluctant heir to the throne who's rather out on quests to keep his people and others save than sitting at home in his palace, an army of the dead, a very special sword, golden eyes of magic and a dragon, a prophecy that needs to be defied and 'oh yeah by the way, you have an older sister i never told you about who's pretty powerful and wants your throne. you got this son. dad out.'

sound familiar?

Diplomatic Immunity

by @archaeologistd, 86,952 words, Explicit

Merlin has come to Camelot to act as an envoy between the magic users and the new High King, Arthur Pendragon. Four years ago, Nimueh had twisted the truth, making Arthur think Merlin was in league with her. That Arthur is unhappy to see him again is an understatement.

My Magical Manservant

by @lao-pendragon, art, Gen

The »My magical Manservant Series« is a collection of many little stories about Arthur Pendragon who is deeply in love with his very magical manservant Merlin. While several secrets, whether magic or love, are no secrets anymore, they have to deal with disobedient dragons, cheeky knights, a whole kingdom and their own feelings for each other. Keep their magic secret!

#bbc merlin #merthur #merthur fanfic #merthur fanfiction #merlin fanfiction #coinelot reincarnated #c2: activities

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