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sin-sidejob · 2 years

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Cognito Watch Party:

Warnings: sfw, movie genres and references to thrillers, horror films, trashy tv and shows

Content: sfw, television and movie choices, various themes and genres of television and film

Reagan Ridley:

- Movies: unironically loves cult classic “bad films” that’re more popular but lower in quality. Also loves some psychological thrillers, animation, & sci-if stuff and watches them like comfort movies. Reagan watches: Space Jam + the sequel, Silence of the Lambs, The Shining, Grown Ups + Grown Ups 2, Inception, Don’t Look Up, All Dogs Go To Heaven, The Usual Suspects, Ghostbusters I-III, Austin Powers Saga, Harry Potter franchise, and War Dogs.

- TV: Reagan watches documentaries/docuseries, thrillers, clever and dark comedies, and animated shows, and series that get a little therapeutic for her. Therapy seems a bit of a stretch but seeing the family bullshit of others through Fleabag and Shameless help her lots. Reagan Watches: Ozark, Manhunt: Unabomber, The Legend of Korra, Arrested Development, Fleabag, Schitt’s Creek, Drunk History, History of Swear Words, Love Death + Robots, Forged In Fire, Shameless, Arcane, Black Mirror, Mindhunter, Community, and Russian Doll.

Brett Hand:

- Movies: I see this man loving 80’s feel-good flicks and Adam Sandler films. Like mindless, kitschy comedy and classics. Also watches trashy romcoms. Brett watches: Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, The Breakfast Club, The Outsiders, The Goonies, Stand By Me, The Sandlot, Top Gun & Maverick, Happy Gilmore, Grown Ups, The Wedding Singer, The Waterboy, Star Wars (original trilogy), Spaceballs, Die Hard, and Ghostbusters I-III.

- TV: hes a feel-good show person, avoiding spooky or stress-inducing shows and tv that could freak him out. He goes for mindless comedy that’s more domestic, preferring sitcom. Especially family centric ones! Brett watches: Modern Family, The Office, F.R.I.E.N.D.S., Cheers, The Umbrella Academy, and Stranger Things. Also watches Parks and Rec, The Good Place, New Girl, King Of the Hill, M.A.D. tv, Bob’s Burgers, Robot Chicken, Avatar: The Last Airbender, and Gravity Falls.

JR Scheimpough:

- Movies: Watches the classics™️ + organized crime films + white men movies. I don’t see him as a movie watcher like frequently but they’re some of the films he’d choose on a flight or commuting. JR watches: The Godfather part I & II, Casino, Goodfellas, Wolf of Wallstreet, American Psycho, Legally Blonde, Fight Club, The Usual Suspects, Scarface, Heat, The Longest Yard, Silence of the Lambs. He’s also got a soft spot for Finding Nemo, The Devil Wears Prada, Monty Python movies, and Sabrina (both the black & white film and the 90s one)

- TV: This man watches docuseries, drama shows, period dramas, and some business comedies. It’s a blend of boss-workplace dramatics and humor, historical drama, period pieces, and just little bits and pieces that get him laughing and forgetting about his day a bit. JR watches: Suits, Billions, Peaky Blinders, Ozark, Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul, Succession, The Pentaverate, The Crown, The Wire, Ted Lasso, Barry, Fleabag, and The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.

Gigi Thompson:

- Movies: She’s got the wildest blend of gory slashers and feel-good chick flicks. Unsettlingly funny and ironic. Gigi’s just as giddy and smiley when watching the slashers as she is with seeing Elle Woods pass the LSAT. Movie night truly do be wild with this babe. Gigi watches: Legally Blonde, Carrie, Cujo, Mean Girls, Clueless, The Shining, Silence of the Lambs, Hush, The Exorcist, The Omen, Pretty Woman, When Harry Met Sally, Sleepless in Seattle, Sabrina (the 90s version), New York Minute, To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, The Ring, The Conjuring, Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, Halloweeen, Insidious, Sweet Home Alabama, and Candyman.

- TV: Similar taste in shows as she had with movies but sprinkles in boss bitch shows and avoids thriller or scary shows. She prefers the drama ones and avoids reality tv after the whole K*rdashian fiasco, preferring to keep celebrities far away from her and seen only on a screen. Gigi watches: Gossip Girl, Succession, Billions, Suits, 30 Rock, Veep, The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, Fleabag, Bridgerton, Disenchantment, First Kill, Dynasty, Ginny and Georgia, You, Insatiable, Villanelle, Inventing Anna, The Queen’s Gambit, and The Chair.

Andre Lee:

- Movies: Silly comedies, romcoms, and comedic coming of age stories. It’s a big ass blend of movies and films that he likes and watches, from spooky to silly and sexy to childish. Andre watches: Monty Python, Jackass, Fantastic Fungi, Osmosis Jones, The Wolf of Wallstreet, Shrek Saga, When Harry Met Sally, Steel Magnolias, Wayne’s World, Caddyshack, Animal House, Hush, The Boy, Fifty Shades of Grey, Ferngully, The Princess and the Frog, and Die Hard.

- TV: Andre watches Euphoria while getting high as blatant irony to the plot line. He thinks he’s hilarious. He also has variating taste of genres, kitschy comedy, animated shows, mindless shit. Half the time it’s stuff to get high to and other times it’s stuff he leaves on in the background. Andre watches: Disenchantment, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Gossip Girl, The Midnight Gospel, Narcos, Gilmore Girls, Total Drama, Tear Along the Dotted Line, Disjointed, The Simpsons, Saiki K, Grace and Frankie, M*A*S*H*, Kim’s Convenience, and Euphoria.

Robotus Alpha Beta:

- Movies: not going to lie, he doesn’t seem like a movie man? Like he’s one to watch them half-heartedly if it’s with you or a group, but he won’t go out of his way to watch a movie. Televisions a bit different for him. I think Ro can be lured into certain movies and he may watch some of your favorites on his own time to better understand you, but personally? Not for him. But if it came to it, Robotus watches: your favorites

- TV: he likes semi-mindless comedies and sitcoms??? He’s seen the foils of man in milliseconds and tries to avoid all the stuff he’s encountered. In turn, he goes to things that’re funny or dramatic that can remind him subtly of those he’s, ugh, friends with, and how they’ve made humanity more bearable. Robotus watches: The Umbrella Academy, Seinfeld, F.R.I.E.N.D.S., Frasier, Succession, Modern Family, Fleabag, The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, The Boys, and Derry Girls.

Glenn Dolphman:

- Movies: Watches history documentaries, war films, military propaganda films, and period dramas. Also watches southern films too, for some nostalgia and comfort. Reminds him of his mumma’. Glenn watches: Steel Magnolias, A Few Good Men, Saving Private Ryan, Forrest Gump, Fried Green Tomatoes, The Help, The Notebook, Smokey and the Bandit, Jaws, Hacksaw Ridge, The Shawshank Redemption, Dunkirk, Jackie, Spencer.

- TV: mix of history shows, docuseries, military and law enforcement shows, and silly comedies. Some shows are for the similar dynamics to work, to his military life, and etc. others he just enjoys. Strange silly man. Glenn watches: Law and Order NCIS, The Sons of Liberty, Turn: Washington’s Spies, Downtown Abbey, Young Sheldon, Community, Space Force, The Pentaverate, Will and Grace, The Lincoln Lawyer, Bridgerton, Squid Game, and unironically, everything during shark week. And of course, M*A*S*H*

Magic Myc:

- Movies: a Blend of truly random shit that’s somewhat nostalgic but also a crackpot of dumb bullshittery that fits his persona wholly and completely. It’s funny and stupid and clever and smarmy. Just like him!! Myc watches: Animal House, Fantastic Fungi, Grown Ups, Don’t Look Up, Monty Python and the Holy Grail + The Life of Brian, The Usual Suspects, Harry Potter franchise, When Harry Met Sally, 10 Things I Hate About You, The Omen, The Birds, Casablanca, and Chucky.

- TV: i feel that he and Andre hang out and watch shit together but mainly talk shit, like get high or just sit around on a couch and absolutely pick apart whatever stupid shitbirds are running around on the screen. They’ll also make rituals of watching certain shows together and if they tv-cheat they get PISSED. Myc watches: Forged In Fire, The Umbrella Academy, Love It Or List It, Stranger Things, Total Drama, The Midnight Gospel, Bob’s Burgers, Master Chef, Chopped, Cutthroat Kitchen, House Hunters, Cowboy Bebop, Clone High, Amphibia, Gravity Falls, Robot Chicken, Love Death + Robots, America Ninja Warrior, Arrested Development, The Voice, America’s Got Talent, and Squid Game.

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naughtyneganjdm · 3 years

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Parenthood

Summary: Being a parent is hard and exhausting, but being married to Joel makes it so much easier for Y/N after becoming a mother for the first time.

Characters: Joel Miller, the reader (OC)

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, etc.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31264607

Notes: Someone requested me to do a short one-shot for Joel and I know I've never written a Joel story directly, so this is my first. Technically I write a version of a character inspired by Joel for The Guest/Arcadia, BUT -- this is what I came up with. In case people didn't know Y/N means your name or you can insert any name you want. Thanks to anyone that reads it! And I also apologize for any potential errors, this was written rather fast and edited when I was really tired.

There it was again, that same incessant buzzing. Truthfully, Y/N should have been used to it by now. It had already been three months. It was the same time, every single night. Yet, when this time of night came, she never found herself ready. Drowsily, her eyes fluttered to an open. The room was still blurry while her tired eyes adjusted to the dark room around her. The only thing that lit up the room was the bright, red light from her alarm clock that she had set up. Three in the morning always came too fast.

Parenthood was the hardest thing she had ever experienced. Not that she didn’t love it. Hell, she loved every second of it, but you’re never prepared for how much work it truly takes when you have a baby. Everyone always warned her that it would kick her ass. Most of the time she thought it was a joke, but now she knew better. Then again, this wasn’t a normal world that she was living in. Maybe if things were ordinary and the world was like it used to be, things would be easier.

The fears of the infected were always lingering at the back of her mind. Not only that, but those that were trying to infiltrate the community was a repeating fear in her mind. There was never a dull moment in Jackson. The anxiety had always been there, but it just enhanced when she became a parent. Because then, you weren’t only thinking about yourself, but you were also thinking about the life of your child.

Finally mustering up enough strength, she turned her head into the pillow and let out a small groan. Sliding her palms out over the cool sheets beneath her, she pushed up with her strength and got herself into a seated position. Throwing her legs over the side of the bed caused a chill to fill her entire body. With the blankets and sheets wrapped around her on this cool fall night it had kept her nice and cozy. Without them, the briskness of the chilly Wyoming air had flooded in through the windows to her bedroom and she shuddered.

Curling her fingers around the edge of the bed, she dug them into the mattress and let out a yawn, “It’s my turn this time baby…”

Hearing nothing in return, she looked over her shoulder to see that her husband was missing from his side of the bed. Stretching out her hand toward his side of the bed, she felt the coolness of the sheets beside her showing that he had been gone for quite some time.

“Joel,” an undeniable grin tugged at the corners of her lips when she thought about her husband. There were no doubts in her mind where he was. It was where he was most nights. Even though they had set the alarm and she was always waking up, this was the same way most nights.

Getting up from the bed, she moved groggily through their dark bedroom making sure not to knock into anything until she managed to turn on the light. It may have been hard waking up at three in the morning for the feedings, but this was easily becoming her favorite time of the day. Quietly opening the bedroom door, she tip-toed through the hallway to try and stay quiet. A light filtered into the dark hallway just right outside the door of the baby’s room.

Coming to a pause, she stayed still in the hallway when she heard the faint sounds of Joel singing quietly and it made her heart full. Joel’s singing was something that had drawn her to him when she had first met him. On the outside Joel seemed like such a shy man. For him to sing, he really had to trust you at first, which of course blew her mind when she found out he wanted to be a singer when he was younger. Even though he was ridiculously charming, handsome and multi-talented, Joel had grown to become someone who was very self-conscious of himself. It was something she had been working on with him for quite some time. After helping him gain some confidence and getting him to open up to people, the walls he had worked so hard to build were slowly breaking down. Now he was giving guitar lessons to the folks in Jackson which was something Joel wouldn’t have done when she had first met him.

Dragging her feet, she stopped at the door to lean against the doorframe. The sight alone caused her heart to flutter inside of her chest. Joel was sitting in the corner of the room in the rocking chair that he had made himself. He was wearing his pajama pants with a burp cloth thrown over his shoulder. In his arms was their son. Joel’s eyes were locked on him with such love and adoration while he sang to him.

Awe flooded through her. It was a picture perfect sight. The two of her boys together reminded her all over again why she fought so hard for the life that she did. Having the two of them in her life made everything worth it. Every day she found herself swooning over her husband in a new way. Joel made it easy to love him. On the outside he appeared to be rough and tough, but he had the biggest heart of anyone she had ever known.

A few minutes she spent just watching the two of them together until Joel’s eyes finally lifted up from their son to see that she was observing. It drew a smile to tug at the corners of his lips, but he didn’t stop singing. Once she knew that Joel was aware she was there, she moved into the bedroom and stepped beside Joel to look down at their son. The sound of Joel’s voice was calming him to the point of falling asleep again. As Joel finished the song, their son was fast asleep.

“He’s beautiful,” she reached out to place her hand over Joel’s bare shoulder, squeezing firmly at it. Joel leaned his head against her arm cherishing the warmth of her close to him. Seeing their son in his arms was beautiful. It blew her mind that together they were able to make something so pure and perfect.

“That’s because he looks like his mama,” Joel insisted and the compliment was intensified by the drawl of his Texan accent. It made her smile, but her eyes were drawn back to their son. Joel cuddled him in closer to his chest and hummed before speaking up again. “Isn’t that right Brayden?”

“Well, I think he looks like his daddy,” she corrected him, her fingers trailing up the side of Joel’s neck and toward his thick graying hair. Caressing over his scalp caused Joel’s eyes to close tightly and a worn-out sigh escaped his throat. “How long have you been in here babe?”

“A few hours,” Joel answered clearing his throat as he nodded over toward the baby bottle that was on the dresser. “I reckon I may have fed him like a half hour earlier than we were supposed to, but he was getting fussy and I figured I’d give you a break.”

“Well that’s because he knows his daddy is always going to be there to pamper him,” she continued to stroke her fingers through Joel’s hair. It was unbelievable how good of a father Joel turned out to be. Even with being as busy as he was for the people of Jackson, he always made sure to be there for Brayden. Even though parenthood was exhausting, she was thankful that Joel was the person that she got to share it with. Overall, Joel was a phenomenal father and husband. Without him, she was certain that she would have driven herself crazy. “I love you so much, you know that?”

“I love you too,” Joel lifted his head to stare up at her with exhausted, hazel eyes. When his eyes connected with hers, everything in the world seemed to fall into place for her. Joel was everything she could ever want and more. Lowering down, her lips collided with his and she delicately kissed him. The coarse hairs from his short beard tickled at her face and it made her smile against the kiss. When Joel noticed her smiling, he softly chuckled against her lips and hummed. “What?”

“You’re just…so perfect,” she declared, sliding her palm down over the side of his chiseled face. Appreciating his features, she knew that Joel was everything she could ever dream of. When she first met Joel, everyone labeled him as the handsome, grumpy, closed off brother to Tommy. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever think she would be married and have children with him, but here they were and she was so thankful for it.

“I think you may be a little biased,” Joel winked at her giving her another small peck against her lips before giving his attention back to their sleeping son in his arms.

“You should sleep sometimes you know. You work your ass off. What is Jackson going to do if you collapse from exhaustion?” she inquired, palming in over his muscular shoulders and over the planes of his upper back.

“If something was going to happen to me from sleep exhaustion, it would have already. In the last twenty years, it would have already happened with how much shit I’ve gone through,” Joel denied her claim with a snort. Pulling Brayden up closer to him, he pressed gentle kiss over his son’s forehead and sighed. “I think I’m actually used to not sleeping. In the past, I’d have so many nightmares that I hated sleeping. I got used to it. Now, I’m just afraid of going to sleep.”

“Why?” she frowned, lowering down to her knees beside the rocking chair and Joel looked to her with a saddened expression that made her chest hurt. Sliding her palm in over his thigh in a supportive caress, she tried to get him to open up to her in a calming way. “Joel?”

“Because everything is so…perfect,” Joel simply stated with a small shrug of his shoulders. It took him a minute to gather his thoughts. Biting at his bottom lip, he made it obvious that he was really having a hard time putting words together to make her understand. “My whole life, I’ve never had things go right, ever. I’m afraid that one day I’m going to wake up and this is all going to be a dream or something bad is going to happen to Brayden.”

“Oh honey, you can’t think like that,” she tried to hush him and Joel tilted his head to the side, his eyes tearing over as he thought about everything that had happened in his life.

“You don’t understand. Since I’ve been a teenager things have just been going wrong. You know I had Sarah as a teenager. I was a stupid kid that wasn’t thinking things out. Ya know? At the time, I knew I had to get my shit together and give the best life I could to my baby girl. Then her mother took off on me and ran away. I tried giving her the best possible life I could, but…” Joel found himself getting caught up in his emotions when he thought about his late daughter.

“You did the best with what you had,” she insisted knowing that she had many discussions with Tommy about Joel's past with his daughter. Even Ellie had opened up to her about what she knew when it came to Joel’s daughter that he had lost so long ago. Her eyes fell to the broken watch that he still wore on his wrist and it broke her heart to know that these thoughts were wearing heavy on Joel.

“But I still lost her. No matter how hard I fought for her, it wasn’t good enough,” Joel countered and a single tear slid down the side of his face. Trying to attempt to open up to her why he was feeling this way was hard because even he knew that he was complicated. “Then for the next twenty years it was just nothing, but shit. I would try, but something was always happening. It wasn’t until I got here in Jackson and I met you that it felt like for once something was going right. I wondered if I had died back in Colorado because you…you were too good to be true.”

Damn, that hit her deep. Instead of saying anything, she reached out to slide her hand in over his arm giving him a supportive grasp.

“I was a broken mess and I was pretty much an adoptive father. I figured I would come to the town; give Ellie a life here and then that would be it. I accepted that life. Then the most beautiful woman I ever laid eyes on suddenly has eyes for me,” Joel chuckled thinking back to when he had first arrived in Jackson. It was a few months before the two of them really had a good conversation, but their chemistry was almost immediate. “I couldn’t believe my lucky stars that someone like you was interested in someone like me.”

“You know, you were the one that asked me out first,” she teased him, poking him playfully in the ribs and he laughed. Almost immediately, he looked to make sure that their playful teasing didn’t wake Brayden up. Adjusting their son in his arms, Joel looked to her again and shrugged his shoulders.

“Yeah, but you made it very clear that you liked me. I just had no game. So, I didn’t know if I was stupid or not. So when I asked you out I was actually feeling like a total moron on the inside because I figured you might say no and I was wrong the whole time. From the moment you said yes, I knew that you were the one,” Joel stammered, a hint of a smile pressing in over his handsome features when he thought back to her past with him. “They say when you know, you know. Well that’s what it was like with me. The moment I made you laugh and smile, I knew that you were the one that I was meant to be with. It was like a horse’s back kick, it hit me that hard.”

“Leave it to you to come up with that kind of comparison,” she winked watching his nose wrinkling in amusement.

“I just meant I knew you were everything I wanted and more. I didn’t understand why someone like you would wanna be with a fool like me,” Joel recalled his thoughts from the past and his eyes surveyed over the ring he had been able to find when they went scavenging through a nearby city. They were just lucky that they knew someone who could make him a wedding band in the town. Getting married was a surprise. One that Joel never thought he would experience again. With his past, he closed his heart off from ever getting that close to someone again. But then everything changed when he met Y/N. “Then you said yes to marrying me and everything felt right. I had you…I had Ellie…and then this beautiful boy comes into our lives. God, I almost reckon my heart stopped on the spot when you told me that you were pregnant.”

“Tommy told me he thinks you passed out,” she informed him with a tiny laugh knowing that she had told Joel when Tommy was in their home. It kind of just fell out of her lips when she couldn’t get Joel to focus at the time. He was always so busy with everything that it was hard to make him think only about one thing. “He always teases that he had to catch you.”

“Well, I think you just almost knocked me right outta my boots,” Joel snickered, acknowledging that it did shock him. “I just never thought that it would be possible for me to have something like this. Happiness. Every night I sit here and wonder how I got so lucky to have you here in my life. The both of you. Ellie too. I worry that I don’t deserve you or any of you.”

“Joel,” she whispered, lifting up enough to palm in over the side of his face to get him to look at her. Leading him to her, she pressed a tender kiss over his lips taking her time to appreciate the chills it would give her every time she kissed the man of her dreams. “We’re lucky to have you. I can’t think of someone else I would rather share this life with. You…you’ve made me believe in second chances. You’ve made me believe in something more.”

“I just have lost anyone I have ever cared for,” Joel confessed, his eyes tearing over as he spoke and he found it hard to look at her when he admitted that. “Everyone I have ever cared for has gotten hurt or left me. That’s why I’m in here every night. I’m just so afraid…”

“And you have every right to feel the way you do. Life has been so hard, but I can tell you this. Since you walked into my life…you were the only thing that has ever felt right. You brought Ellie into my life and that kid is a pleasure to be around. Then you gave me Brayden and between the three of you I know what happiness truly is,” she explained with a quiet breath knowing that she was getting emotional as well with everything he was telling her. “I think our small little family here is going to do everything we can to take care of each other. We’ll do whatever it takes, just like we always have. I just know that every day I wake up thanking the world that I have you here in it with me.”

“I love you, so much,” Joel blurt out, his hazel eyes exceedingly serious when he nodded. “I just want to be the best father and husband that I can be. I want to give you the closest thing to a real life that I can. I want all of you happy.”

“We are happy. I don’t know if you realize it or not, but the only time that little man is happy is when he is in your arms. He knows who is daddy is and he loves you…so much,” she promised, getting up from where she was kneeling so she could lean over to press a kiss against his temple. “If you’re worried, after tonight we should move his crib into our room until he’s old enough to be alone. That way you can feel safer knowing he is with us.”

“You’d be okay with that?” Joel asked for confirmation and she nodded slowly. Of course she was okay with that. Nothing about that would bother her. Carefully, Joel pulled himself up from the rocking chair and moved over to put Brayden back in his crib. Standing at the edge of the crib, his large fingers wrapped around the sides of it while he watched his son sleep. “I worry about things because when I was a father last time, I was young. Now I’m fucking old.”

“Joel,” she laughed, moving in behind him to wrap her arms around his muscular body. Taking advantage, she managed to press a kiss over his shoulder since he was slouched down enough for her to do so.

“I’m serious,” Joel chuckled while her right hand caressed over his the center of his bare torso, teasing her fingers through the dark hairs that covered his body. When she traced over the puckered flesh where his scar was, it made him look down at her fingers. After keeping Ellie safe and being able to have this family, all the scars on his body almost felt worth it. All that pain he went through was worth it to have the family that he now had. “I’m an old fart.”

“You are the only person I know that has the amount of energy that you do. I’m pretty sure you could outrun a lot of the kids in town here Joel. I don’t know how you do everything that you do, but your age is not a factor that I’m worried about,” she assured him, sliding in beside him and he loosely wrapped his arm around her shoulders while they stared down at their son. “Plus, I already know you’re an amazing father. That’s one thing I will never doubt.”

“I hope so,” Joel sighed pulling her in closer to him while they watched their son sleep. “I can make him another crib. I’ll go down to the basement so we’ll have two. I was carving him one of my horses, but I suppose I can stop to give us something more useful.”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea,” she knew that Joel’s workshop got moved to the basement as soon as they had their son together. This room was full of wooden sculptures before and half made acoustic guitars, but now it was their son’s bedroom. Still, some of Joel’s sculptures he had done helped lighten the room for their little boy. “Are you ready to get some sleep?”

“Just a little bit longer,” Joel sighed wanting to be with his son for a few more moments before they would go back to bed. Wrapping both of his arms around her, Joel squeezed her tight to him and kept her in his arms firmly. “You are the first person who has made feel like I’m not alone in a very long time Y/N. I hope you know that. You gave me the greatest gift of all time and that was a second chance at life. I love you and I always will.”

#Joel Miller #The Last of Us #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #TLOU

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bts-hyperfixation · 3 years

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Hi i want a smut of taehyung 17, 27, 29 sorry i am so bad in eng.

Hey 👋 your English is better than my attempt at literally any other language, never apologize for trying 💜 I'm not sure if this is what you were going for but this is where I got to 🤷🏼‍♀️

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Nightmare

“Y/N? it’s 4am… are you okay?” Taehyung’s voice is gravelly from sleep and you curse yourself for waking him up.

“I know… I’m sorry” you whisper into the phone. “I just needed to hear your voice.” You hear him sigh.

“You saw me a few hours ago Y/N, I fact you are literally in the hotel room next to me right now” he sounds amused through the sleep that lingered in his tone. Still, you instantly regret the decision to call your best friend. He has enough trouble sleeping when you aren’t bothering him with things like a poxy little nightmare.’

“I’m sorry your right, I’ll talk to you in the morning. Goodnight Tae.”

“Well I’m awake now babe you might as well tell me why you need me” your stomach does a flip at the pet name. Of course, he always calls you babe, its purely platonic, but something about his croaky voice set off the butterflies. You’d been in love with your friend for a long time, but you had resigned yourself to a lifetime as just a friend, as long as it meant you could stay by his side.

“It’s silly” your voice is barely above a whisper now, really worried that you’ve annoyed him more than anything. “Honestly, Tae it can wait until morning, good night” you hang up the phone and work on steadying your breathing to trying to calm yourself enough to get back to sleep. Its not long until there is a knock on your door, you look through the peep hole to find a bleary-eyed Taehyung rubbing away sleep and waiting for you to let him in. you open the door and he walks passed you settling back on to your bed and beckoning you to him. You fold yourself into the comfort of his arms for a moment before sitting up straight. You cross your legs and avert your eyes to your lap in shame.

“If you wake me up it’s not silly, now tell me what’s on your mind.” He pulls on your chin and forces you to look at him. You take a deep breath and relay your dream to him. Starting with how real it felt, the two of you hanging out like you normally would and then he left you. how you looked everywhere for him and every time you found him again, he would smile and disappear. You felt the heat rising to your cheeks as he listened to you talk. When your finished he chuckles a little, it makes you feel like a child and you stare back down at your lap to avoid his ridicule.

“Hold my hands.” He instructs and you do “feel that? I’m here Y/N I’m not going anywhere; you couldn’t get rid of me if you wanted to. You’re well and truly stuck with me I’m afraid” he rubs comforting patterns into your palms for a little while, and you find yourself relaxing into his touch. A little whimper escapes you lips before you can stop it and you snap back to being alert.

“Maybe you should go back to bed now, I feel better, I promise” you go to pull your hands out of his grasp, but he just holds tighter. You look at him questioningly but he just uses his leverage to pull you into his lap, his hands make their way up your arm to rub at your shoulders and you can’t help melting back into his touch.

“Just a little longer” he whispers trying not spook you back out of the relaxation he was trying to make you feel. You fall forward, nuzzling your face into his neck as his hands continue massaging your back. Before you can stop it another moan falls from your lips, this time though you can feel the movement in his pants where he pressed up against you. You pull your head off his shoulder and look him in the eyes. His gaze flits from your eyes to your mouth again before he leans forward and catches you off guard with a kiss. It takes you a moment before you can react. Your arms move to wrap around his neck, as you let yourself indulge in the man of your dreams before he comes to his senses and pulls away from you. You’re both breathing heavily by the time you pull away. Only relinquishing once all the air is squeezed from your lungs.

“Tae… am I still dreaming?” the question is a serious one, but he just chuckles again and pushes an errant strand of hair behind your ear.

“I really hope not” he leans in to kiss you again, this time is softer. Its less desperate as you both come to terms with the fact that both of you wanted this. His hands trail down your sides to the hem of your pyjama top. He pulls back and looks for your approval, you nod, and he quickly discards of the now unwanted clothing. He cups one of your breasts and starts to play with the tender flesh around your nipple. You moan again and his mouth attaches itself to the sensitive skin under your ear leaving a purple bruise in his wake. Your fingers find their way under his shirt, drawing patterns along the faintly outlined abs. He shivers under your touch and removes his own shirt. The heat of his skin on yours is electrifying. You can’t help sliding off his lap to remove his sweats. You hook your fingers around the waist band and start to shimmy them down his hips.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” you gulp suddenly intimidated as he pubic hair stars to appear over the top of the pants. He lifts his hips from the bed and helps you to shove the rest of the material down his legs.

“I have never been more sure.” He pulls you back up to him and grinds his arousal against your still clothed pussy. You place your hands on either side of his bare chest and trail them down, stopping at his hard cock. You take it with one hand, slowly pumping up the length as your other hand played with is balls. Now it was his turn to whine. The sound that came from him was unbelievably hot. Each deep whimper made you wetter, and the noises only worsened as your hot mouth found his red throbbing tip. You lick the precum from the top and then take him whole into your mouth. You push down as far as you can along his girthy member. Struggling as you reach the wider base. You swallow causing vibrations to send along the shaft. Taehyung quivers underneath you as you continue your ministrations occasionally pulling off to lick a strip up a prominent vein on the underside of his cock. His hands wrap into your hair directing your mouth a little as he held off his orgasm. Just as you were sure he was about to come he gently pulls you off him.

“I need to feel you, I’ve waited so long to have you like this.” He flips you so he is now on top and makes short work of your bottoms. “Did you bring any condoms?”

“No, never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d need them on this trip” his brow furrows and he starts to lean back, unsure of whether to continue. “It’s okay Tae I’m on the pill, we can just deal with the mess later.” His eyes light up and he surges forward again, capturing your lips as he lines himself up and thrusts in as deep as he can. The sudden intrusion makes you gasp against his lips. Its not unwelcome but it is a little painful as the last of his girth stretches you further than your used to. He holds still for a while, waiting for you to adjust. You bite at his lip and he takes it as invitation to start building up speed. It feels incredible as the hand not supporting his weight sneaks around to play with your clit. You cry out in pleasure at the sensation, dangerously close to your first release already. The pent-up emotions and pleasure hit you at once. Your orgasm is accompanied by tears that you force yourself to wipe away.

“Is something wrong? Do you need me to stop” Taehyung slows his hips, worried he had pushed you too far, but you just shake your head.

“No, I’m okay keep going” You stutter, he eyes you warily but carries on anyway. It isn’t long until he cums deep inside of you. As he pulls out he collapses by your side and you cuddle into him letting tears fall freely now. “I’m sorry...” you say for the 100th time that night.

“Why are you crying?” he wipes the tears from your cheeks.

“I’ve just been in love with you for so long, I never thought this could happen.” You shove your face into his chest trying to hide from his reaction to your confession, unsure as to whether this was because of lust or love, but you were too far gone to turn back now.

“Y/N” he forces you to look at him again “I love you too.”

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Describe one of your OC’s worst nightmares.

An optimist would look at the world of divination with wonder. The universe is a but a magnificent hall of tapestries, beautiful pieces of art woven into anything you could imagine. Tapestries where you are a hero, tapestries where you are royalty, tapestries where your people live with riches, tapestries depicting your eternal victory over your enemies. The universe is endless and bountiful, for in the future, all futures are possible.

This is how Astor usually can depict the good fortune tellers from the worse.

If they’re an optimist, they’re most likely a faker.

The only true divinator that he had met that was even a bit of an optimist was his mother, and even then, he had always had the sinking feeling that she hid a deeper sorrow behind her simple shoes of colorful flames and shining moon and starlight. No, it was quite hard to stick to true, unfiltered optimism in this field, as while it was true that all futures and choices were possible, that freewill ran its course through all who walked the vast possibilities of the universe, the issue came in the fact that you could not travel it to and fro.

There are futures where you live, there are futures where you achieve your wildest dreams, timelines where your childhood is happier, and timelines where you find true love and satisfaction.

But you aren’t in those timelines. The future you have is this one, and it is set in stone.

Walk all the roads you want, say all the words, read all the stories, but when a seer analyzed exactly what world we live in, exactly what end is destined for this string of the universe, there will be no holding back. There is only the unfiltered, raw, typically pessimistic truth of the end. Savor it.

“In truth, Elane, I hate my job. Fear it, even,” Astor set his teacup down, looking out the balcony towards the inky, midnight view. “I fear one day I will find the prediction—the true, ultimate glimpse into the night, that seals in the fact that we’re doomed.”

The Queen only cocked her head with a smile. “Well, I’m flattered that there’s still a ‘we’ in this scenario. Good to know I’ll be joining you in the lockup when my mother find our contraband cucco nuggets—“

“I’m serious, Elane.”

She only laughed quietly, before leaning back in her chair, and gazing out into the pleasant evening. “I know...”

There was a quiet between them, not quite awkward or stiffening, but quiet in the way that you might hold your breath after someone embraces you warmly. Quiet in acceptance, quiet to make room for the sounds of something rare and fickle.

“I swear, I might retire early,” Astor finally said. “Quit while I’m ahead. Head off to Hateno or Mabe and bury my head in the sand.”

“You might want to try Gerudo then, if sand is what you’re searching for. I’m sure Urbosa would be thrilled.”

“Tsk. I am inclined to disagree.”

Elane chuckled again, and she let the quiet embrace her for a moment.

“Eternal doom aside, for a moment, I would posit that there’s hardly anything to fear. You’ve foreseen my daughter’s growth, analyzed the future livelihood of the kingdom, and predicted our victory over Ganon. I’d say it’s hard to bargain with that.”

“Maybe, but I could be wrong.” Astor circled his finger on the lip of his cup. “It happens, people make a prediction, but miss one star, or slip up one word...or perhaps one cow suddenly dies, or one ember quickly fades, and suddenly we’re actually in an entirely different timeline than predicted.”

“Didymos Astor? Wrong about something? Oh my, I never thought I’d see the day...” Elane smiled to herself again as she lifted her cup for another sip.

Astor clicked his tongue. “Well. You should hope I’m not wrong about anything. If someone of my skill makes an incorrect prediction, it would probably be disastrous for everyone.”

Elane winked as she set down her cup. “Well, good thing you’re a prodigy, then.”

“Good thing, indeed.”

Quiet keep their third company once again. Astor still had not sipped from his cup, but Elane was already heading for her fourth refill, no doubt begging for any energy after tucking her daughter to bed. A young toddler with enough energy to power a Guardian army, Elane has always found it quite odd that she used up a lot of her energy to annoy the Royal Seer. It was charming to see him get put off by a Mallory’s boundless curious aura, but mostly relieving in the sense that the Queen could get a moments rest and trust little Zelda would be alright.

Elane looked back inside through the half open door, and smiled at a bundled sleeping figure, surrounded by an army of stuffed animals. She then turned back and finally noticed Astor’s continued silence on the next refill.

She sighed. “Although I would be saddened to see you leave,” she began, “If a retirement would make you happy, Astor, I would loathe to do anything to stand in your way.”

He looked up at her, analyzing her body language and expression. She was genuine, of course, as she always was in these sorts of talks. Astor finally let himself exhale in peace, as he smiled and shook his head.

“Unfortunately I don’t think it would do me much good, anyways. Location won’t let me escape my own thoughts and visions.” He took a sip of his tea—a bit citrusy this evening, a hint of apple—and relaxed. “I’d imagine His Majesty would miss me dearly, and I simply wouldn’t want to leave him in distress.”

“Ha! Oh yes of course, Rhoam would be crying tears if you left us...” she replied, sarcastically. “Tears of deep, deep sorrow.”

Astor looked out into the night in silence again, not touching his cup.

“But I’ll tell you what Astor,” Elane began again. “If you ever receive that world dooming prediction, whatever may happen that may instigate your view of the deepest hells,” she raised her cup. “You come find me, and we’ll have a drink.”

He raised an eyebrow. “A drink? What sort of drink?”

She shrugged. “Whatever you like. Tea, wine, beer, water or juice if it’s your fancy. Whatever will keep your spirits high.”

Astor smirked, solemnly. “I don’t think you understand just how severe and dreadful certain predictions can be. When we say ‘all futures are possible,’ we do mean all possibilities.”

“And I understand, dear seer. I truly do.” She tilted her head as she kept her cup in the air. “But the way I see it, is that with divination or not, doom and hell come into people’s lives one way or the other. But it hasn’t really stopped the majority from loving their lives now, has it?” Her eyes twinkled like starlight. “Dearest Astor, if our destined doom is predicted one day, I command you to at least smile through our tea party.”

Quiet.

He finally sighed, the corners of his lips perking. His protests drowning in her expression.

“I suppose if you’re the one pouring, it’d be difficult to refuse.” He raised his cup and clinked it with hers.

She was dead eight days later.

With her death came the final factor. The final star.

“Your daughter is destined to fail us,” he said again. “The Calamity shall rise and consume us all, and she won’t stop it in time.”

Rhoam slammed his fists on the desk, but the seer did not flinch. “We’ll train her hard, we’ll start now, even! I’ll get those clerics from the temple to teach her the starting prayers!” he yelled.

“It won’t work.” Astor replied, simply. “Perhaps she might attain them down the line, but she most certainly won’t awaken her powers by Ganon’s rise. It’s over.”

“You told me we could do this!” Rhoam pointed a finger, accusingly. “You saw our prosperity, our victory!”

“That was what I initially saw, yes. But unfortunately we live in world where the Queen of Hyrule is dead, and thus the threads of our future weave accordingly.”

“You’re a liar!” Rhoam bellowed again. “You saw her death, saw our end and lied to us since the beginning, haven’t you?!!”

“Don’t you think that if I knew Elane would die, I would say something?! That I would give ample time for her to say goodbye to you and her daughter??” Astor finally raised his voice, met with equal silence. “I failed to correctly analyze our timeline the first time around, and for that I am sorry. But I can not control what pieces of the future fate allows me to see. It’s not an open novel for you to give me a bad book report grade on. It’s a museum of endless tapestries, of which I am task with analyzing one stroke at a time to identify which is woven to a singular man, and the fact that I have given you a complete enough answer now is a gift within itself, so don’t even try to accuse me forgery and lies.”

The two men clenched their jaws, staring angrily at each other.

Astor finally whispered. “Overtime I might gather more specifics, but overall—this is over.”

Rhoam balles his hand into a fist. “We’ll start a new schedule for Zelda first thing in the morning—“

“It won’t work, it’s futile—“

“We’ll make it work—“

“This is set in stone, this is the world you live in—“

“Well what if you’re wrong again?”

“I’m not.”

“But what if you are?”

“I’m. Not. I’ve read the signs again and again and again, in fact I’ve been reaching the same conclusions repeatedly for the last four weeks. It. Is set. In stone.” He tapped his finger on the wood with each syllable to emphasize. “Perhaps the futures of prosperity are accurate for the Rhoams and Mallorys that live in a different time, but unfortunately for us, we live in one where Elane is dead. This is our reality and you’re doing no good denying as such.”

Silence.

Rhoam made his way towards the door. “You’re a liar.” The seer scoffed. “You’re a liar and you don’t know what you’re saying! Borderline treason if I’m being honest! You’re pathetic, and a rotten fake—“

“If it pleases His Majesty to confirm the integrity of his humble subject,” Astor cut in, sarcastically, “It might be good to know that also I’ve predicted you won’t imprison me, or exile me, or execute me, given you’re still ever reliant on my uncontested skills for more personal matters. That, and you wish to try and keep me around to hopefully prove me wrong, in which you can then tell yourself you’d be in the right to truly punish me.” He stared the regent dead in the eyes. “But don’t worry, you won’t.”

Rhoam slammed the door shut as he stomped off.

That night, Astor has another dream. Or perhaps it was a vision, he wasn’t sure, as the details were so surreal and horrific and captivating that it would have surely been a blessing to chalk it up entirely to vivid imagination.

There were screams and the sound of rocks crumbling. Bones were cracking and monsters were squealing and shrieking. And be felt his arms burn, and he felt his soul drain, and he looked down to see his skin peeling into dark flakes, his muscles, sludge. And in the distance, a young woman with golden hair laughed at him, but her eyes were hollow and gold. And she laughed and laughed as his body was slowly broken to pieces, bones torn asunder, skin burned to smoldering malice, senses vivid until the final moment when he woke.

But the good thing about nightmares, was that...that was it. There was no where else to go. There was nothing left to offer. No more pain to fear.

It made sense of course. Of course, of course. He never went to the funeral, he never offered his sympathies. There was no longer anything to mourn, as he allowed himself to view the world in its true, disgusting form. The people were doomed, and the dead, well...perhaps they might have deserved it. Yes, that was the only way this all made sense, of course. He even stopped trying to warn other folk after a few too many dozen harsh rejections to his character. No, now in complete isolation and resignation of his path, there was nothing else that could possibly drag him back to—

“How do I die?” Zelda Mallory Hyrule asked, one day.

At first, he was confused, and he turned in his chair. “What?”

She was seven at the time, and it was truly an odd and concerning thing to be coming from a seven year old girl’s mouth. Or perhaps it wasn’t, given the circumstances.

“How do I die?” she said again. She was laying down on his worn carpet, fiddling with the frilled edge.

Was she truly that bored? Already out of other questions? Hmph, he had always warned her to stay away, as a seer’s office wasn’t really meant for childish entertainment. Yet still she always came and asked to hide away from her father, and, well...anything to spite that man...

“Why do you ask?” he finally replied. Had someone said something to her? A threat? He clenched his jaw. I swear, if that fool tried to force her powers by—

“You’re always going on about how I’m wasting my time with praying and stuff...but father says I still gotta to stop the Calamity or else we could all die.” She didn’t look up from the bits of carpet string she was playing with (and contemplating on popping in her mouth), “So I figured if you tell me how I die we can settle the debate for good!”

Astor just sighed. “Well, of course you d—“

He stopped himself, but not for the reasons a more put together person, might. Not because of the generally frowned upon action of telling a child how she dies, no, that was not exactly beyond him. No, Astor cut off his sentence simply because it had crossed his mind that—

“...I’m not entirely sure...” he whispered.

He suddenly stood. Walking towards the other end of his office, carefully stepping over the child. “E-Excuse me a moment.”

Why had he never considered this? Of course, he had seen the signs clearly enough, the visions, the stars. A girl cries over a corpse, a light vanishes in the night. Malice plagued the sky and dooms the day. But did the Calamity actually kill her? Does she drown in rubble and malice like the others? Slain by a demon or monster perhaps? Or if not, then, would that mean...?

The princess soon forgot about the question by the next day, and the next, and the next, and the next, and the next.

Astor spent nearly eight sleepless nights into finding an answer.

But he never truly did.

These things happened more times than one may think, when it came to predictions. Vagueness was commonplace, but specificities and straightforward answers were about as rare as a green sunset. Of course, he knew she would die, goddess blood or not, she lived the life of a mortal. But how? When? While it certainly wasn’t impossible to predict a person’s death, but whatever the circumstances of Mallory’s was made the process was infuriatingly impossible.

It was possible she would die of malice or suffocation under rubble, even circumstances where she dies at the Ganon’s hand himself. But then there were clear visions of her living, walking through a grassy field, ruins in the distance covered in leaves and moss, her turning and calling to a friend to keep up with her pace.

But no, nonono. She would die during the Calamity’s rise, that was the majority of what the futures offered to her were. That was the probable outcome.

But the factors and visions and signs and alignments were so fine and minuscule in difference, that Astor truly couldn’t a true statement, a true prediction, a true answer to the question. What timeline did we live in?

It taunted him.

Maybe it was better if the question was put to rest, did it even matter?

“Mallory?” he asked. “That’s a stupid name.”

“What?! No it’s not!” Elane laughed and shoved his shoulder. “Please, YOU’RE not one to talk.”

“Well as a victim of stupid first names, I think I’m qualified to speak accurately on the subject.”

“Aha! But it’s not technically a first name.” Elane tapped his head. “It’s a middle name, her first name would be ‘Zelda,’ of course.”

“Yes, and that is also a s—“

The queen shoved his shoulder into the wall before he even finished the sentence. “Oh would you shut up...”

He laughed, unconventionally carefree. Her Majesty’s happiness these days truly was contagious. Or perhaps that was a side effect of pregnancy? Did all expecting mother’s give off this aura?

“I think it’s a wonderful name.” Elane said. “Reminds me of a cute little duck, like a mallard!” She tucked her arms and flapped her elbows to imitate as such. “Quack, quack!”

“This is further adding to my argument actually”

“Hmph! Ok then Mr. Overseer of all names” She tapped a finger to his chest. “If it’s such a stupid name, then when she starts getting bullied for it around the castle, I shall expect you to take care of her in full.”

He scoffed. “Oh, I’ll be sure to do so. She’ll definitely need it.”

Elane pecked his head with a kiss.

“Good! I grant you my blessing lovingly tease her, as well. And I expect the best from you, Astor!”

His face suddenly warmed for some reason, and he couldn’t form words.

“What?”

“.....W...”

He was suddenly whack in the head with a rolled up piece of paper. Astor sprang awake from his desk. “...W...What...?”

“Morning, Mr. Astor!!” Princess Zelda-Mallory beamed. “And happy birthday!!! Sorry I woke you up early, but I needed to give this to you before the winter solstice festival later and—“

She continued to ramble on and on, but Astor simply opened the rolled up paper she had handed to him. It was simply filled with dozens and dozens, arguably hundreds, of hand drawn stars. In the corner was written, “You always look at the same stars so here’s some new ones!” in crude purple crayon. At the time, he failed to notice the accompanying note on the back that read “One for each year of how old you are!” Thankfully he was too busy looking through the different stars, with varying degrees of sparkles and smiley faces.

He finally looked back at the princess, who was still rambling on and on about her day, and her father’s day, and her newest stuffy dress, and her latest adventures with her stuffed toys, and—

“Why are you always here, Zelda?” Astor finally said. She stopped talking, looking at him, quizzically. “I mean...” he grumbled, “You know I don’t really like you, right?

“Eh, I don’t care. I think you’re neat!!” She held out her arms as she zoomed around his circular office. “Your room is so cool! And you got fun books!”

“Necromancy isn’t necessarily what I would consider ‘fun’ reading material—“

“Plus your outfits are cool, and you’re super smart, like my mom.”

He blinked.

“Plus, you’re the only one that’s not mean to me about my dumb powers. But really that’s just a chair on the top!”

“Do you mean cherry on top?”

“No! I meant chair! Watch me!! I’m gonna do a backflip off of this—“

“NO.” Astor immediately stood up, and snatched the girl off of the wooden chair. “NO. No backflips.” He set her down on the rug and pointed to a side of the room which held a broken table, stool, and a few old chairs—the victims of the princess’ previous acrobatic attempts.

She crossed her arms and stuck out her tongue. “You’re no fun!”

“I’m running out of furniture, is what I am.”

“But I’ll let this slide since it’s your birthday! Hmph.”

She started pulling at the loose threads of the carpet. “Don’t know why you had to stop my birthday backflip! Who cares if I get a little scratch?”

“I do—“

“YOU DO?!” Mallory was immediately up and clinging to his robes.

Astor sputtered, instinctively waving his arms to free himself from the child’s grip. But then he finally processed her question, and...

“I...” He looked at her starlight eyes. She had that stupid, naive grin that he always remembered from her mother. A stupid, pathetic, horrible, terrible, optimistic smile.

He finally scoffed. “I just can’t have you getting hurt on my watch, as otherwise, I’d probably be a dead man. That’s all.”

The princess lifted her hands in a “hooray!” fashion, and yelled the exclamation, accordingly. She then resumed her zipping and zooming around the room, much to Astor’s unexpected relief.

That night, he visited the question again.

Why? He didn’t really know.

The question wouldn’t offer him anything, it wouldn’t relieve him of anything—in fact it really did just the opposite. If he found that died miserably, it would be another scream in the nightmare, another nail in the comforting coffin of despair. But if he someone found that she lived, that there was a day after the Calamity, where even a child such as her could possibly prosper...

Having hope and seeing it fail anyway would probably be the most torturous of all.

Again, he had a dream, of a world tainted by blood and malice. But this time he was floating. He was floating and watching the end of it all.

Castle Town was nothing but ruins and ash, and no colors existed but red, black, and grey.

He couldn’t hear anything but a shrill hum in his ears, but he knew there was screaming. He looked to his hand, expecting to see malice or blackened skin, but instead found a strange floating device in his palm. It spin slowly, pink constellations drifting across its surface.

The hum in his ears turned into a groan, and then a whisper. It said something familiar, but he was sure he had never heard it before.

It is time.

The next night he had a dream of a girl standing in a green field, calling out to her friends somewhere behind her. She rested under the ruins of a collapsed pillar, and ate a homemade sandwich with a memorable smile.

Astor reached a conclusion.

In most futures, the girl dies horribly. He wrote in his journal. To be expected, I would assume the rise of the Calamity isn’t exactly easy to survive from.

But what I have discovered is a very specific set of circumstances that lead to a more favorable outcome, at least for her.

I have no way of knowing if it accurately depicts the comings of our time, or another. There are too many variables and specifics. Too long I have spent trying to discern our fate, but the probabilities and possibilities for doom are so interchangeable that it really go either way. The only truth I know is that she lives if—

He paused, tapping the dry quill to the desk again in thought. He dipped it once more.

I’ve decided that if I ever find myself in the scenario where I can solidify her a more favorable destiny, I will take it. I can only hope dare to alter my existing nightmare into something different, there’s really nothing left to lose, is there?

Astor leaned in his chair for a moment, savoring the silence of his office. He looked out the window and took in the night. The stars were gorgeous this evening.

Although if it fails I hope it kills me.

Call it arrogance, but I don’t think I can handle being wrong again.

The seer sighed, then suddenly flipped to the next blank page, angrily.

If I had never met her it would have been fine. If I had just minded my own damn business and continued to work in being resigned to our fate, at least then I could have—

There was a soft knock at his door.

He knew who it was.

Astor pinched the bridge of his nose as he opened it. “It’s past 2am, Princess, what could you possibly have to tell me?”

She looked down and shuffled her feet. “I had a nightmare...”

“Yes, people do have those sometimes.” He immediately closed the door.

Another knock.

After a moment, Astor opened it again. “Don’t you have guards outside your room, how did you sneak up here?”

“Secret tunnel!” She grinned, proudly, as she replied with a sort of sing-song tone.

“That’s nice.”

The door slammed shut again.

She knocked once more. There was the longest pause.

“FFFFFFine!” The world was out of his lips before he even fully swung open the door, and Mallory happily scrambled inside. “But no touching anything, I’m working.”

“It’s ok, I just wanna stay up all night and read your books!” She was already scrambling for the necromancy section, again.

Astor sighed, and went to slump back into his desk. The princess was already sprawled across the floor, distracting herself with another stack of wondrous, ill-recommended book. He didn’t really care.

I don’t really care. He wrote once again. I know there are futures where I dedicate myself to the Calamity, and she dies anyway. I know it doesn’t really matter, I know it’s hopeless to care, and that’s why I don’t.

He looked back at Zelda, he saw her slowly blink back her tiredness. He knew in a few hours or so, he’d have to drop her sleepy figure back off to those useless guards, and berate then for letting her wander off again, as it always was.

If I do this and it’s all for nothing, he began, I fear it will be worse than if I had just stood to the side and perished. It’s already doomed, and this pathetic, foolish optimism might cause me to turn this nightmare into something even worse.

He sighed, and the hours passed as he just sat with his thoughts.

Zelda was using and open book as a pillow.

Astor opened the door, and went to pick her up.

I’m not living through another nightmare. He thought, as he descended the stairs from the observatory. The girl’s breathing was steady as she wrapped an arm by his shoulder.

If it fails I hope it kills me before I see it. He repeated again.

I can’t handle being wrong again.

#Didymos Astor #out of character #oc ask game #I’m actually really proud of this I might shove it into canon story one day

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Summary: Just a little fluff with your favorite Dick Grayson.

A/N: My first imagine, hope that you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this! I’ve been sitting on this for a while and couldn’t decide if I wanted to share it. Let me know what you think, feedback is always appreciated. Also let me know if you want more!

GIF is not mine.

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Gotham had been your home your entire life.

It was where you were born, grew up, and made memories. It was the place where your mother had sent you off to kindergarten and where you had learned not to wonder around at night. Gotham has taught you that the world was a horrifying, dangerous place where no sanctuary could truly be found. The city would tear you apart and eat you up the moment you were caught off guard. This was no place to call home.

Your home was not a place, but a person. Dick Grayson to be exact. The boy that had caught your heart in seventh grade and carried it with him past graduation. Dick Grayson was the love of your life for as long as you could remember what love truly was.

You felt safe with him. The cold air never seemed so rigid nor did the gloomy sky scare you away when you were with him. The relief of never having to fear the city by his side. You had felt this way before learning his secret.

Dick was the most kind hearted man you had known. Although at times he was rough around the edges or on the brink of aggression, you knew his true personality was nothing but desire to be his best. He has thrived for that even more upon meeting you.

It was a particularly stormy night among the streets of Bludhaven. The power had went out and candles were displayed across the apartment you shared with Dick. He had been out on patrol that night and you were sure he would come home earlier than normal.

Instead, however, hours had passed without his return. You had learned to force yourself not to worry about his whereabouts, there was no point in panicking when he always returned in one piece, though battered and bruised on some occasions. You had drifted off to sleep in the large bed. With the cold from outside seeping in and the empty space under the sheets you had grown cold.

It was nearing three in the morning when you had awoken to the sound of the shower running. Dick had made it home and in minutes crawled into bed with a wince. His normally bare torso carried a bandage.

Your eyes could barely open as sleep tried to over take you once more. "What happened?" You grumbled, snuggling into his side even more, cautiously trying not to hurt him.

"I'll tell you in the morning, go back to sleep," Dick kissed your forehead. You knew that if he had made it back on his own then there was nothing seriously wrong with him. Without being able to reply, you had fallen back asleep once again.

Training. After your long day of classes that's all you knew was training. Not long after finding out the Wayne family secret, they had convinced you to train with them. You didn't have the desire to go out at night and join them on patrol, something they were all happy about. But, they wanted you to learn how to defend yourself in case something were to happen.

Dick was out of commission for the night, his wound from yesterday was still healing and though he wouldn't tell you, he still planned to go out and patrol that night. Instead, it was Tim who stood in front of you with sweat dripping down his forehead. You had been sparring for nearly an hour and both of you were getting out of breath.

Tim had landed you on your ass several times and you had only gotten him twice, both times you were sure he was going easier on you. You would never be as good as any of them - you knew that. It was something you accepted and we're fine with. It wasn't because you were a girl, no, it was because you didn't have the same kind of heart as they did. Each of their lives were filled with heartbreak, something that they attached themselves to and drove it into everything they did as they were alter egos.

Tim had caught you by surprise and you landed on the mat with a loud thud. "Hey, watch it Timbo. Don't need you breaking my girlfriend," Dick jokingly snapped over by the computers. They both knew Tim was too scared to hurt you in any way, not that he ever wanted to. You had been apart of they Wayne family longer than he had.

You had met Dick a couple years after him becoming Robin. Several more after that you had been with him the passing of his adopted brother, Jason. The two of you weren't close but you cared for Jason all the same, you mourned him right beside Dick and Bruce. You had learned about all their secrets not long after that.

It hasn't surprised you that much. You had known the Wayne family forever and had always known that there was an underlying secret. However, you had never pried about it through the years - if they wanted you to know, they would tell you. And they did.

Tim stuck his hand out to help you up. You gladly accepted but instead of jumping up, you had flung him to the ground and locked your legs around him so he was unable to move. A slight chuckle passed your boyfriends lips. You and Tim had decided to take a break, joining the eldest brother by the computer. Your arms snake around him and a kiss was placed on his cheek.

"I'm going to shower, want to join me?" You mumbled. Tim, unfortunately was too close to you guys and overheard what you had asked. You could see Dicks eyes brighten up in the reflection of the screen and the small nod of his head. Tim gagged as the two of you walked out of the batcave hand in hand.

"Please don't get her pregnant I'm too young to be a godfather!" He called after them. You chuckled at him while Dick stuck his middle finger back. It wasn't long until you were soaking in the hot water that pelted down at you.

Faint outlines of bruises covered your skin, ones that matched the much darker ones of Dick's beautifully tanned body. You couldn't help but admire him as he stood under the stream of water. His black hair matted down to his forehead and his toned body glistening. Your fingers delicately ran near the cut he had received. It wasn't nearly as bad as you first imagined, though would still take time to heal.

Your time with Dick was often short lived and you took the moments you could with him. Soon, ten minutes in the shower turned to twenty and eventually nearly forty when you had decided the water was too cold to stand under for any longer. You knew you would be sore in the morning and not just from the training.

"I love you Dick, more than I ever thought I could love," you whispered. The two of you were dressed but still remained cuddled on his old bed. He leaned down to kiss you, a deep kiss that would have caused your legs to wobble had you been standing.

"I love you too, (Y/N), from the day we met I knew I would grow to love you," Dick brushed the wet strand of hair out of your face. He kissed you one more time before pulling you close to his chest.

The two of you had drifted off without even noticing. Dick had planned to go on patrol that night, Tim had known that. The younger Robin had quietly opened the door to his brothers room after not hearing a reply from his knocks. The bright lights were still on though the couple was deep asleep. The corner of his lips turned up before turning the light off and slipping back out.

"Is Dick coming out tonight?" Bruce asked. He was suited up and adjusting the utility belt around his waist. Tim shook his head and told him that they had fallen asleep. Bruce loved you, not to mention he appreciates everything you had done for his son.

Dick Grayson could often be a handful to take care of yet somehow you had managed to tame him at his wildest of times. Grieving Jason, his transition to Nightwing, and most importantly, the constant pain from the loss of his parents. You had given him nothing but love, something Bruce knew he couldn't always express.

It wasn't just Dick that you supported either, it was Tim. He knew that he would be trying to live up to the Robin that Dick and Jason had created, living in constant anxiety that he would never be good enough. You had given him the confidence needed to prove that he could be a better, smarter, Robin.

Bruce nodded at his youngest son. The two of them exited the bat cave for a long night out in the city of Gotham.

The next morning you had woken up with your boyfriends arms tightly wrapped around you. It wasn't rare for him to wake in the night with a nightmare still fresh in his mind, but he hadn't that night. It shocked you to see him still sleeping as well.

You tried to quietly get out of bed to not wake him but as soon as you moved he pulled you back into his chest. "No, don't," he whined. You didn't argue, waking up like that was a luxury.

"I want to wake up like this for the rest of my life," Dick contently sighed. You had thought about the future with him, many times to be quite honest. With your final year in university, you had the rest of your life ahead of you. And to be quite honest you want that time to be spent with Dick Grayson.

The two of you had managed to fall asleep once more. It had been a while that you were cuddled in his arms before getting woken by none other than Tim himself. "Come on guys it's almost one in the afternoon we have shit to do!"

You groaned at the thought of having to get up. Slowly, you pulled yourself out of the warm bed and dragged your boyfriend with you. It didn't take long for the both of you to get dressed and head down to the batcave where Bruce, Tim, and Alfred already were.

Passing by Jason's old suit brought up hard memories you didn't want to think about. It was hard losing him, not only had you lost apart of your life, but you were also put in a reality check. The life the Wayne family lived was dangerous, and no matter how strong and smart they were, there were always chances of not making it back home.

You parted from Dick and gave Bruce a quick side hug and Tim a kiss on the top of his head as he typed at the keyboard. "What are we looking at?"

Tim barely glanced up at you before telling you about the case they were working on. Unsurprisingly, Black Mask was shipping weapons out of Gotham to who knows where. Whatever he was getting out of it couldn't be good for anyone.

The life that the boys lived was a hard one, and yet you couldn't help yourself get sucked in by it more and more each day. It wasn't for the thrill that you got being with them, it was the love you had for each of those boys. They were you're family, a family that you looked up to and admired every single day.

"Anything I can do to help?" You asked, now standing behind Dick and fixing the fly away hairs he had from sleeping. Though he wouldn't admit it, he loved when you played with his hair.

"Not much that can be done at the moment anyways," Bruce answered. "We have to wait on the scanners to pick up on activity before we can figure out what Black Mask is really up to."

You nodded and moved over to the small desk that had your textbooks on it from the previous day. Even with the life you lived among the bats, you still had a final year of university to study for.

Hours had passed and you were getting tired of reading words. Dick and the others hadn't come up with much which meant they would go scout out Black Mask's territory that night. Before that however, would be a short family supper that Alfred has prepared.

You had left as the guys continued to hover over the screens to go wash up before dinner. Instead, as soon as you reached your boyfriends old room you couldn't help but fling yourself onto the bed.

Your head had began to ache from reading for so long and your brain fried. It was barely fifteen minutes of peace when the door opened and Dick walked in. Without a word, he snaked himself around you and rested his head on your chest.

"My head hurts," you mumbled. Dick looked up at you with his vibrant blue eyes, a small frown hidden on his face. Though he knew this pain was nothing compared to the dangers he faced on the daily, it didn’t make him worry any less. "Did you figure out what Black Mask is up to?"

"No," he answered simply. "Are we staying here tonight or headed back to the apartment?"

"Up to you, I'm fine with either. I guess it depends on how your night goes," you shrugged. "Because I assume you're going out tonight even with that wound whether I want you to or not."

"You know me too well, babe," he pecked your lips. He knew you didn't like him going out when he had an injury, but he also knew you would never try to stop him. "It'll be a short mission. Just scouting."

"I know. That doesn't mean I still don't worry about you though," you sighed. "I love you Dick. And you've been apart of my life for so long now that I don't know what I would do without you."

"Then it's a good thing you'll never find out because I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. Except for right now because I can smell Alfred's cooking and I'm starving," Dick kissed you one more time before running out of the room with you chasing behind.

The two of you were the last ones to make it there, not to mention that you had been running full speed and had hit your boyfriend as he suddenly stopped. You both fell to the ground right at Alfred's feet.

"You may be adults now but I swear you two are the most childish people I know," Alfred stated, looking down at you. You sheepishly smiled and took your spot at the table, which was beside Dick and across from Tim.

"Trust me, this one gets even weirder when we're alone," You jabbed your thumb in Dicks direction. He stuck his tongue out at you just to prove your point even more.

Dinner was as expected. It was the only time that they felt like a normal family that didn't live a second life. They talked about school, work, stuff that they wanted to do around the house. It made time go by too quickly.

Within the hour, Dick and you were washing the dishes while everyone else was doing their own thing. "Be safe out there tonight, I just have a bad feeling," you nudged Dick with your elbow.

"You know I'm always safe," he looked down at you.

"We both know that not true," you nearly snapped. There were too many occasions that your boyfriend barely made it home. Too many times were you were the one that had to stick him up or make sure he was still breathing. You wouldn't try to stop him from going out, but there was only so much stress you could take.

"Hey," Dick replied softly. He set down the towel he was holding and pulled you into a crushing hug. "I know sometimes I take risks out there but it has to be done. As much as I don't get along with Bruce, I do trust him with my life, and Tim. We get each other back home."

"Then what happened with Jason?" You pulled away, looking at him with tears swelled up in your eyes.

"Jason was reckless," he stated. "From the moment he put on the suit he thought he was invincible. What happened to him is a reality check that we all needed. We're not invincible and we have to always stay on guard."

"Jason wanted what was best for everyone, same as Bruce, same as Tim, and especially same as you. That's why I worry, because I know that when it comes down to it all of you would put your own life on the line to save another," You jabbed. "I can't lose anyone else."

You left the kitchen at that. Worrying was something you tried to avoid because it was useless to stress about something you couldn't change yet you always found yourself doing it anyways.

Needing some space, you decided it was best to go back to the apartment that night. You packed what you had scattered around and scurried down to the bat cave before they left.

You were just in time. They were all in their suits standing around the batmobile. "Please stay safe out there tonight," you said it every time they left and would continue to until the day they stopped.

Bruce only nodded at you while Tim dove in for a hug. He was still rather new at Robin in comparison to the rest of them, but you could tell that he would one day out smart all of them.

As soon as Tim let go of you Dick was quick to press his lips against yours. "I'll be home before you know it."

He knew you went through phases like this of over worrying. Past memories of the times any of them had gotten badly injured resurfaced and it was hard to focus on anything but the danger in the job. Dick couldn't blame you, sometimes those memories scared him too.

You stood by Alfred as everyone wheeled out of the batcave, arms wrapped around yourself in the cold room. There was no point in waiting around the manor, you wanted to be in your own bed at your apartment. It was a long enough drive and Dick and the rest of the boys were gonna be out for god knows how long.

"Good night Alfred, thanks for supper," you stood at the entrance of the manor, your car parked right out front. You had told Dick hundreds of times that you could pay for your own car but he had insisted that he would get it for you. However, you were sure that Bruce had a hand in it as well.

"It's always a pleasure to have you here Ms. (Y/N)," Alfred opened the door for you. "Drive safe."

And you had. No matter how reckless your boyfriend and his family was, you always tended to the safer side. It was out of habit from your parents, but you also wanted to keep yourself safe so that Dick had one less person to worry about when he was out on patrol. There was no point in both of you worrying about each other.

Your apartment with Dick was on the side of the city closest to Gotham. It made it easy for either of you to transit from one home to the other on a moment's notice. Driving on the empty highways late at night had always brought you peace. You didn't know why it was so calming, but it was.

Maybe because the quiet music that played in the background let you think properly or because it was because without the city lights you could actually see the stars. Either way, that drive had been just like the rest, calming, peaceful, and quiet. It was much the same when you walked into your apartment.

After not being in there for several days, the place felt cold. You flipped on the light and tiredly made your way to your bed room. It wasn't that late into the evening but you were wiped after the day that you had. When you shared a bed with Dick, generally the night ended with both of you sleeping without clothes, since he wasn't here, you settled on just one of his shirts.

You hadn't been able to fall asleep. Dick promised that he would be home earlier than normal that night but that feeling that filled your chest wouldn't go away. For hours you flipped and turned looking between your ceiling and your clock by the bed. Still no sign of him returning.

The utter desire to call and see if everything was okay nearly outweighed your knowledge of knowing not to call while they were out. You knew that with Bruce and Tim with him, Dick would be safe. He had been doing this for years, he knew what he was doing. You tried to shake off this feeling and fall asleep.

By the time that it passed three am, you finally heard the door open and close. You had been half asleep and by the time that you were fully awake, Dick Grayson stood at the foot of your bed, trying to not wake you. He had been all cleaned up from his night out and back into his civilian clothes.

Dick didn't take long to strip down to his underwear and join you in bed. Your warm limbs wrapped around him and your head on his chest. "What's got you all worked up like this?" he chuckled. After all these years, you were used to not worrying about him during the late hours of the night.

"Nothing," you told him. It was the truth, you really didn't know what had gotten over you that night. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Dick kissed the top of your head and squeezed you a little closer to him. He didn't like when you worried about him but it also gave him a constant reminder of what he had waiting for him every night. No matter what he faced, he knew that you were going to be the one to welcome him back with open arms. You were the reason that he fought so hard to bring safety back to the city.

"You're my home, Dick Grayson. You always have been."

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babelfishing · 3 years

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Everything I Have Written

It's about time I added a pinned post with everything I've written online. I originally thought, "I'll make this a best-of!" But eh, I love them all in their own special way. So here's just about Everything (TM).

I'll do my best to keep this updated with new content. Thank you so much for reading! Your comments and kudos mean the world to me.

Things I Have Written (She-Ra)

The Girl Who Swallowed a Star

"Hey, it's okay. Just relax, straighten your legs, and start walking."

Adora's body did so reflexively and to her surprise, the air beneath her boots felt stable and calm. Gingerly, she leaned her weight forward and found that the invisible surface did not give way.

"There you go, now you're getting it," Catra whispered after sensing the lingering tension in her ward's body. She leaned in closer such that her chin rested in the crook of Adora's neck. "Don't worry, I've got you."

A few dreamy steps further, the sorceress looked over and caught Adora staring. With an enticing grin, she returned the favor.

"Look at you. You're a natural."

"Heh...I guess so."

"And here I thought you were some magic-less flower delivery girl."

"You're pretty magical yourself."

A Howl’s Moving Castle-inspired AU about love, war, and the perils of fighting other people’s battles. (Ongoing, Ch. 1 so far)

My Heart Overtook my Body

My "Your Name" AU, written for the S5 1-Year Anniversary Big Bang!

Like perfect strangers, Catra and Adora are busy living their own lives, out in the country and deep in the city, respectively. But one night, they begin switching places, each waking the next morning in the other’s body without a clue to the cause. As the switches continue, the pair are faced with a daily choice – stay true to their opposite’s wishes or meddle in their affairs, spicing it up or perfecting it as they see fit.

Soon enough, the pair find themselves at each other’s necks, spiteful of the person on the other end of the line. But as they begin to see more of the world through the other’s eyes, Catra and Adora begin to feel their summer passions blossoming into something more, their lives now inextricably bound by the red string of fate. That cord continues to tighten as they explore the person they’ve become, until the pair must overcome a hardship greater than distance to find a way back to each other (53k, 12 chapters)

A Beautiful Wish

Without warning, Catra opens her eyes and finds herself in a new reality where the Horde’s conquest had been successful, where she has become queen of the Horde by force, and where Adora has never left her side. Wracked with an insatiable bout of amnesia, Catra must now decide if this world is truly what she wants – even when it is too good to be true.

A parallel to Adora's "wish" in Heart Pt. 2 (9.9k words).

Something Bitter, Something Sweet

Between their banter and a few glasses of wine, Catra and Glimmer stir up a cherished dumpling recipe and a few bittersweet memories (9.2k)

Caught Out

Adora and Catra trek through the great outdoors together and try to climb up to a scenic mountain peak. The weather has other plans, though. Despite the rain, the couple find a way to grow closer while retracing feelings of the past (9k).

Pitter Patter Goes my Heart

Catra has something she needs to ask Adora, and her racing thoughts won’t let her sleep until she gets an answer. It all started with a nightmare, but in the silence of their Horde cadet dormitory, Catra still finds the courage to lean into a dream she’s long held in her heart (3.3k).

The Sculptors Marble Sends Regards

On the 3rd anniversary of the war's end, Bright Moon makes a new addition to its statuary hall of heroes. Catra feels like she doesn't deserve the honor, causing old guilt about the war to bubble up (5.9k).

Pink in the Night

On a cadet training mission in the field, Catra and Adora sneak out of camp to explore a mysterious glowing cave. There, a crystal of unique beauty catches their mutual eye. But their nighttime escapade soon turns treacherous as the ground beneath them begins to give way. In the blink of an eye, Catra learns what it takes to save the person she cares about most in the world - even if she's only beginning to come to terms with her feelings (13.8k).

Compliments to the Chef

Catra and Adora enjoy the beginnings of a perfect Saturday morning, starting with a lovingly prepared meal and then...maybe more (4k)

That's It, Forever

My first ever fic! Catra struggles with her guilty conscience, even with the war now in the rear view (2.6k).

Don't Change

Catra has a question and she’s not sure she can sleep until she knows the answer. She wants to know what it feels like to transform into She-Ra, but more importantly, she wants to be sure she’ll always have Adora - no matter who she changes into (3.2k).

Truth and/or Drink

What's a few personal questions between friends? A lot, as it turns out, based on Adora and Glimmer's romantic history. For a time, both women thought that they could make their living arrangement work platonically. But after a few rounds of a classic drinking game, they both reveal some truths that help reconcile their past while also making it harder for them to live together as "just friends" (7.4k).

Missing Out, Missing You

One evening, aboard Horde Prime’s ship, two former enemies converse about their younger years and what could have been, if not for the war (2.2k)

Things I Have Written (The Owl House)

Mint Chocolate

Amity's not jazzed about the prospect of re-dying her hair. That is, until Luz volunteers to help. After that, she can hardly say "no," let alone remain focused on the task at hand. In the end, the pair end up with more on their mind than what to do with their snow white hair (6.6k).

Such a Heavenly View

Amity invites Luz to watch the stars from a popular Boiling Isles overlook. But a storm rolls in to ruin their date - at least, that's what everyone around them knows it to be. Luz manages to find a way to save the night, though, with a little mix of magic and burgeoning affection. (7.4k)

A Dull Roar

A project due date is approaching, so naturally, the library would be the best place for Luz and Amity to study. But as it turns out, even the library can offer its own share of distractions – that is, if you’re sitting with the right person.

Amity and Luz try to hit the books, but end up hitting on each other – in their own way (9.9k).

Don't Hold Your Breath

After Boscha tosses Amity's pendant in the Hexside pool, it's up to Luz and Amity to sneak in like cat burglars and nab it back. Their escapade makes for an intimate evening of night swimming - even if they're not mutually ready to admit their feelings just yet. But even without saying it, Luz eventually shows how much her new friend means to her when the pool's perilous nature comes to a head (8.5k)

The Fireworks in Me

On the eve of the Midwinter Festival, an argument between Amity and Luz boils over, leaving the latter struggling to find the words to apologize. Though a walk through town manages to cool her nerves, it may take a little extra warmth - from her girlfriend and their favorite holiday brew - to fully make amends (3.5k).

Letterman

After lending Luz her varsity jacket, Amity realizes the implications just a moment too late (2.4k).

In the Blink of an Eye

A serendipitous encounter in the Palisman Woods offers Amity a chance to show her true spark. But her fire magic isn’t the only flame on this battlefield. Somehow, someway, Amity finds her harsh demeanor melting away after catching a glance of a certain human stranger. Maybe if she’s lucky, her quick thinking will be enough to get her name (7.9k)

Thank you to everyone who reads my work! Your kudos and comments are appreciated beyond your wildest belief. I have a bunch of wips and half-ideas that I may add to this collection as well, so don't miss those.

#fanfic #Ao3 #writing #Fanfiction #ao3 #She-Ra #spop #The Owl House

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inmyarmswrappedin · 4 years

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The good:

Skam España set up Amira’s crush on Dani (and Dani’s crush on Amira) in s2 and, regardless of how it ends, they are following through with that storyline, instead of dropping it like a hot potato.

The bad:

Okay, so first off I have to say I’ve never vibed with Lucas Nabor (Dani)’s acting. And by never I truly do mean never, as in the first day of Cris’ season, I found the way Lucas N played Dani in the confrontation with Cris after they get home extremely cringy. This was way before I could’ve ever dreamed that Skam España would whitewash Yousef’s character and turn him into a white character.

So, for me, it’s not just an issue of whitewashing (which is already bad enough on a show with no meaningful male characters of color), but eskam pairing one of my favorite Skams character ever with the character I like the least for acting reasons.

But I figured eskam wouldn’t really have the audacity to whitewash a love interest and not give us a Yousef of color in another form. Just like the way we got that 5-second glimpse of Lucas Rubio hooking up with a boy named Iván in the s2 finale, so people could see the male Isak had also found an Even, or the way we got a full season of Miquel being the abusive boyfriend that Spanish viewers saw William as, but for Noorhelm fans, Alejandro still got to be Nora’s endgame.

And so, when Sofian in the trailer was blatantly posited as a love interest, juxtaposed with shots of Dani with the same expression and filmed from the same angle, I thought, “Okay, so Amira will have an additional love interest who is actually Moroccan, and he’ll probably be around much less (like Iván in s2 and Alejandro in s3), but he’ll be the endgame.”

Like... Never in my wildest nightmares would I have thought that Skam España would take... idefk... Lito from Skam and turn him into a full fledged character who’d play the fuck out of Amira and attempt to talk her into bearding.

When Kasim was introduced and people immediately noticed the look between Lucas and Kasim, I thought, “no fucking way Skam España would pull an Elite.” WHEN, when has Skam España looked towards Elite for inspiration before? Not even just to “fix” Elite storylines and turn them into good storylines. Elite and Skam España have never existed in the same sphere or tried to do the same things or impacted each other.

When the spoilers came out, I thought back to the time in s3 when the same hackers said that Alejandro would hit Miquel with a bottle. At the time, I heard of the Alejandro spoilers and wondered to myself, “is this something Skam España would ever do?” And I thought nah, no way, Skam España has never been concerned with toxic masculinity or romanticized it. And I was right!

So I did the same thing with these spoilers, and I was SO SURE that I had understood the show, that I had understood what Skam España had been trying to do all these three seasons, that Skam España was so disinterested in men as a whole that they’d never try something so complex with either Dani (a conversion storyline) or Kasim (a closeted storyline). Both of those storylines are storylines Skam España gives to GIRLS. Because men in eskam have always been more about what they symbolize for the girls, than their own entities. And I liked that! So, on that level I feel betrayed, because Skam España had been telling it was one thing for three seasons, until in s4 they decided Amira didn’t deserve the same treatment as all the other mains, where she doesn’t get to be by far the most complex character in her own season. (I’m not saying Amira isn’t complex - she is. She is the most complex Sana and the most nuanced.)

There are a couple things that gave me a bad vibe about this season from the start: one was the fact that Kasim wasn’t introduced in episode 1. Skam España always introduces the characters that are significant for the main in episode 1, so for Kasim to not show up in episode 1, that was a sign. The other one was that Skam España gave the bonus clips to Alejandro. This is a show that refused to give Lucas bonus clips in s2, because his experience as a gay boy just wasn’t relevant to Cris. Not in the same Viri’s experience was relevant to Nora. And suddenly, Alejandro (and not Nora) gets the bonus clips in a season about Amira? Like, it was just fucking weird. It is weird as shit that a show that has always gleefully centered the female experience to the detriment of the male experience, would decide in their Muslim woc season, that it was time for the whitest, straightest, cisgenderedest, richest character on the show to be the first one to get some focus.

Because Sana seasons across the board have underperformed compared to the seasons that came before them (because of racism and islamophobia in Europe), I thought that maybe Movistar had decided to lean on the romance a bit more heavily this season, in order to make it seem more appealing. Kinda makes sense, no? We’re tired of seeing straight white girl seasons, so making Nora’s season lean a bit more on the educational side of Skam isn’t a risk. People will still tune in. But a Sana season is a bit of a harder sell, so we have to sweeten the deal with romcom tropes and all the other couples in the show making out and about to have sex, to make up for Amira not getting those scenes. I thought I could live with that.

But like, there’s adding some background fanservice from established couples and then there’s this monstrosity that leans into EVERY islamophobic Muslim trope ever (because it’s super commercial and high stakes drama and excitingggggg). Like, in Western media, Muslim men are either oppressors (abusive, strict husbands who beat their wives and are terrorists or thugs or thieves) or oppressed (closeted gay boys who resort to extreme means, such as bearding or dealing drugs, in order to stay under the radar). They never get to be the leading love interest. I have never seen a Muslim man of color on Spanish TV be the male love interest, and especially not the love interest to a Muslim woman. And Skam España will be no different.

I also hope people understand the way it undermines literally every other thing they’re trying to do with the show. Amira already explained at length both her own stance towards gay people and Islam’s stance towards gay people, in s2 and her bonus video with Lucas. if you want to be a Muslim in good standing, you can be gay as long as you don’t act on it. But you can also be a Muslim who eats pork, or a Muslim who doesn’t fast in Ramadan, or a Muslim who doesn’t pray five times a day, because ultimately it’s about every individual’s relationship with Allah. To go back on this for a homophobic Muslims storyline undoes everything they did in s2.

It also undermines Dounia as a character. Here’s a practicing Muslim who longs for a safe space, who doesn’t want to answer questions from non Muslims, who thinks it’s better not to even open the door to a relationship with a white non Muslim, and who’s really confident in all those decisions. And if you think the show isn’t setting her up to be confronted with the fact her brother doesn’t feel safe among Muslims, who prefers questions from non Muslims over telling the truth to Muslims, who has happily opened the door to a relationship with a white non Muslim, who thinks that Dounia is a homophobe in short, and that she will be made to reexamine all her beliefs because of her brother... I just don’t know what to say to you tbh.

And also, this clip made it seem like Amira’s Muslim world wouldn’t accept her crush on Dani, undoing everything the show has done until now. Dounia didn’t disapprove when Amira told her she had a crush on a white non Muslim. She understood and shared her experience. Amira’s mother knew about her crush on Dani and never tried to stop it, nor did she discourage it when Amira told her about it. Why is Skam España suddenly acting like Amira can’t tell anyone about her budding relationship with Dani, when every anon on tumblr dot com will tell you that relationships between Muslim women and Christian men happen all the time?

And finally, it just makes me reexamine previous Skam España seasons and wonder... Did they make Amira only start wearing hijab in the first day of s1 because they knew a character like Sana wouldn’t contemplate a relationship with a white character who makes islamophobic jokes, drinks and makes out with the Sana’s friends in front of her after specifically inviting her to a party? Did they make Amira the show’s Isak’s best friend just so they could whitewash Yousef? Was the whole purpose and trajectory of Amira on the show, everything they did with her, a justification for whitewashing one of the few positive men of color on Western TV? For refusing to show a Muslim girl in a happy relationship with a Muslim boy? To only portray and devote time to Muslim poc/white atheists relationships? (Amira’s parents not withstanding.) As if the most positive outcome for a Muslim person living in Europe is to marry a white atheist. That is what Skam España did to Sana’s season, to Sana, to the balloon squad.

#skam españa #anti damira #anti dani soto #if you are a damira or dani stan and click on this post #then you have been warned #if you come on anon to attack me for this post #do not expect me to be polite

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Project CHIMERA Pt.1: A New Age

Hey everyone. I’ve had this little project stewing for a long while. I’m experimenting with the writing style and such so please give me any feedback you have! (Also formatting this thing has been a nightmare so if anything comes off as difficult to read please lmk and ill fix it)

TW: Dehumanization. Themes of imperialism. Descriptions of blood and injury.

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Entry 1

Date: Celendor 3, 991

It is a glorious day. Truly it is. Today marks the beginning of project CHIMERA. I have been assigned to lead this project by Emperor Vystlat himself, an honor I intend to prove myself worthy of. The equipment is still being set up and the facility brought to full function, but within the week we will be able to begin the production of the first batch of clones. All going well we will have our first subjects by the end of Celendor.This will be a new age for the empire.

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Entry 4

Date: Celendor 12, 991

The first batch of clones are growing better than anticipated. Within two days they have already passed the embryonic stages and have reached infancy. If this rate continues they will be juveniles within three days at most, and we will be able to begin the initial stages of CHIMERA ahead of schedule. This is better than I ever could have hoped for. Soon the need for the empire’s children to die in order to spread our prosperity will be gone. Soon, the glory of the empire will go uncontested.

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---Security Clearance Level: 5---

Official Report of Progress: Project CHIMERA

Date: Celendor 12, 991

My glorious Emperor Vystalt,I am more than pleased to report that project CHIMERA’s progress has been greater than I ever anticipated. The first batch of clones have reached the juvenile stage and are being awoken as I write this report. After a day of acclimation we will be able to begin their training. Initial physiological tests have revealed that cell growth rates and immune system responses are greatly enhanced compared to the average human’s. With further research we may be able to adapt these properties to other medical fields. While I do not wish to get ahead of myself, the prospective avenues of research are truly promising.

I shall personally inform you of any and all major developments.

May our glory shine upon the world,

-Dr.Archimedes Yarru

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Dr. Yarru’s Personal Log

Entry 6

Date: Celendor 13, 991

It appears that our genetic manipulation has worked a bit...too well. These clones are not the blank slates that we had anticipated, but have managed to develop personalities during their time in incubation. The good news is that the information we imprinted them with during the incubation phase has stuck as well. We won’t need to teach them the basics. In theory their training can continue as normal, but some issues have reared their ugly heads. We are already receiving resistance to the idea of training from some of the subjects, and an alarming amount of them have developed dispositions that aren’t exactly compatible with being a soldier. Still, this is a minor setback at most and I have been assured by the training staff that things will progress as intended. I hope they know what they’re doing, but the emperor chose them personally so they must be good at their job.

Despite this hiccup I can’t help but be hopeful for the future. Every other aspect of CHIMERA has gone off without a hitch. I’m already seeing promising results from my initial tests of the clone’s blood and muscle cells. I will have to study them closer to get better results, but that will come in time.

Damn it's been 22 hours since I last slept. I should probably do that now.

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Celendor-15-991

To: allstaff

Subject: Plans going forward and clarification of CHIMERA details

It has come to my attention that there has been some confusion throughout the staff, both due to the unforeseen personalities of the clones and with general project protocol. Allow me to rectify these issues here.

[1] The classification of all subjects are as follows. Please remember this to avoid any failures of communication in the future.

Stage gamma: Subjects in the initial stages of testing. They will physically resemble adolescents, generally ages 12-15.

Stage beta: Subjects that are through initial training stages and have been curated into specified roles to receive specialized training. They will also reach physical maturity, resembling 20-22 year olds before their biological development and aging slows.

Stage alpha: Subjects that have finished training and are capable of being sent into the field.

Note: The ages attached to each stage are to provide a reference point to help identify subjects at a glance. Subject’s early rapid aging and the subsequent cessation of said aging makes any attempts at estimating age past a certain point futile. Please refrain from doing so

Addendum: This also means that there will be no attempts at assigning or recognizing birthdays. Yes Arthur, we mean you. Sate your addiction to cake on your own time

[2] Despite the unintended development of personality within subjects all current training protocols and methods will be utilized. The head of the training staff has asked that I pass along this message

*[While I understand that these new developments may be difficult to handle for some of you, it is imperative to remember that these clones are not people. They are more akin to automatons or even puppets. There will likely be many attempts to resist our training, do not waver. These clones are meant to be the bulwark of the empire. They need to be forged and tempered into weapons of war. If that requires us to break them first we must accept that. Use a heavy hand, accept not disobedience, and do whatever it takes to ensure the compliance of the clones.

Taskmaster Grestin]

[3] Remember that project CHIMERA is still in experimental phases. The genetic makeup, physiology, and even mental development and reception to training will vary from batch to batch and even subject to subject. Adapting to such differences will be crucial to ensuring progress of the project. If you happen to notice any abnormal physiological phenomena or behavioral anomalies please report to me. While these subjects are meant to be made into soldiers for the empire they also provide a plethora of opportunities for other fields of research. Within that vein, please refrain from killing the subjects. I understand that taskmaster Grestin’s previous statement emphasizes the importance of discipline but please, do show some restraint when possible. Creating these subjects is currently an expensive and, quite frankly, unreliable process despite our initial success. There is a reason this first batch only consists of 10 subjects. Please do not lower that number.

-Dr. Archimedes Yarru

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Dr. Yarru’s Personal Log

Entry 9

Date: Celendor 19, 991

Well Grestin has definitely earned the title taskmaster. I get that any training intended to produce super soldiers is going to be intense but, damn. I’m almost worried that she’ll kill the subjects long before they get into stage beta. Hopefully I’m just being overly anxious. I trust that Grestin won’t push them too harshly too quickly.

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Medical Report: Subject Gamma-A-8

Date of Admission: Celendor-20-991

Subject Gamma-A-8 was submitted to the facility infirmary at 8:26 AM on the 20th of month Celendor, year 991 by staff member Jules Armidin. Subject Gamma-A-8 was admitted due to severe injury and physical exhaustion. A complete list of afflictions has been attached to the report.

After initial treatments Subject Gamma-A-8 has been stabilized and is currently recovering. It is estimated the subject will be fully recovered within 10-14 days with no long term injuries or afflictions.

Attached - Trauma_Report_GAMMMAA8

[ Subject Gamma-A-8

Muscle tearing located in the left and right biceps, triceps, and pectorals

Hairline fractures located in the left ulna, left and right radius, and sternum

Compound fracture located at the tibia

Eye spasms indicative of long term sleep deprivation Mild concussion

General bruising located across the arms, legs, and abdomen

Lacerations across the back ]

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Dr. Yarru’s Personal Log

Entry 10

Date: Celendor 20, 991

At least the subject didn’t die. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dr Yarru’s Personal Log.

Entry 11

Date: Celendor 21, 991

Well if anything at least I have been able to study how the subject’s body responds to physiological trauma. The results are nothing short of remarkable. Almost all of the major injuries have been healed to the point of not impairing the body's functions, including bone fractures. I was as shocked as the doctors when a compound fracture seemingly mended itself overnight. It hasn’t fully healed, but the subject is capable of moving the leg to a degree, which is still nothing short of amazing. Accelerated Healing was something that was coded into their base genetics but this is more than what we could have ever expected.

I wonder if this trait is shared by all subjects or if Gamma-A-8 is a special case. Perhaps Grestin’s methods will prove fruitful in more ways than one.

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Dr Yarru’s Personal Log

Entry 14

Date: Celendor 28, 991

It has been less than one month since the beginning of project CHIMERA and the results are already beyond my wildest dreams. Despite my initial reservations almost every subject has taken to the training regimen, no doubt due to Grestin’s expertise.

Note to self: Don’t piss her off

Subject Gamma-A-8 has had a difficult time keeping up with the other subjects. Despite the subject’s remarkable natural healing it seems unable to match the raw strength and speed the other subjects possess. I am hopeful that it will be able to catch up, or at least be able to function adequately in whatever role it is assigned. If not, well, 90% success rate is still more than acceptable given the circumstances.

I feel as if I have gathered as much data as I can working on the peripheries. Blood samples and medical reports are all well and good but they can only get me so far. I haven’t had a chance to interact with any of the subjects thus far. I think it's about time that I change that.

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Tags: @haro-whumps @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi

#whump #sci fi whump #dehumanization #Dr. Yarru

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heyyyharry · 4 years

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Chapter 10: Don’t Turn Around

(from ‘The Conman and the Maid’ Series)

…in which Y/N accepts her fate.

Warning: SMUT and ANGST (what a terrible combination).

Word count: 7.4k

AU: princess!y/n, conman!harry, prisoner!harry.

Series description: Y/N is a princess and Harry is a prisoner in her castle. With his help, she escapes from her arranged marriage in search of a happy ending, if there is one.

Wattpad link (Reyna as Y/N)

I was really emotional while writing this, probably because it's been raining this whole week here where I live, and rain makes me depressed *sigh*

Songs that inspired the chapter: Winter Bird - AURORA, In And Out Of Love - Oh Wonder, Salvation - Gabrielle Aplin, everything i wanted - Billie Eilish, Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Lorde, Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift.

Y/N woke up with a sharp numbing pain above the hip. The room faded into view. She saw the grey ceiling, the early pale light pouring through the window, then Harry. He said something, his lips moving, yet she couldn’t hear a single word; the buzzing in her ears was too loud.

Had she died in her sleep? It was the only good explanation for why Harry was here. But from what she’d been told, the moment after you died should be painless. Right now her body was aching all over.

She lifted her head and saw that her dress was bunched up right below her breasts, her bottom private parts covered by a blanket. The bruises scattered all over her arms and torso had gone from red to blue. She looked like one of those lifeless paintings displayed in her father’s reading chamber.

It was only then that she noticed her wound was now coated with this black slimy fluid, and she almost freaked out when Harry applied some more to it with his black slimy fingers.

“This will heal you faster. Trust me,” he said with his other hand on her knee.

She almost said she would trust him even if he led her to a cliff and asked her to jump. She was so madly in love with this man, it made her feel stupid, especially in this situation.

“What is that?” she asked and propped her head up.

“Magic,” he replied, his lips curved a little. “Those sisters in the woods cured my wounds with these herbs, so I stole some just in case. I almost forgot that I kept them under the saddle.” Then the corners of his lips lowered. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think we’d need them for this...For you.”

The remorseful look in his eyes led her to believe that he meant it. This Harry was not the one who’d bellowed at her yesterday and made her feel like the most worthless being in the world. This Harry seemed like her Harry. She then pushed the idea to the back of her mind, so she wouldn’t grow too attached to it.

Once Harry finished, he cleaned his fingers with a rag that he kept on his lap, and turned away so she could cover herself. She smoothed down her dress, careful not to touch her wound and pushed herself up to sit with her back against the wall.

“Do you know who did this to you?” he asked.

Her gaze shifted from his face down to her wound. “My brother sent him.”

“Why does your brother want to hurt you?”

“Everyone wants to hurt me,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone.

He considered her for a moment.

“Last night…”

Her head shot up as soon as she heard the words. It was only then that she remembered why he was here. He’d been here all night. She’d had a nightmare about the man at the market, woken up in the middle of the night, seen Harry, and crawled onto his lap. She remembered crying so hard she couldn’t speak. She remembered him holding her like he used to. Like he didn’t hate her.

Her tears threatened to spill, and she had to inhale a shaky breath to hold them back. Harry’s mouth clamped shut before he even started his sentence. Perhaps he noticed her previous reaction and concluded that she didn’t want to talk about last night.

She truly didn’t.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he said.

She averted her eyes, hands clasped on her stomach. “It’s okay. I’m used to it.” It sounded so pathetic when she whispered like that. “My brother and father used to yell at me all the time.”

“That doesn’t make it okay, Peach.”

He called her Peach. He’d called her Peach last night, too. Not Your Highness, but that stupid name she’d grown to love more than her own.

“Did they always mistreat you?” he asked.

“My father called it tough love,” she said with a sneer, shaking her head. “That was the only kind of love I knew after I’d lost my mother.”

“There’s no such thing as tough love. Either you love someone or you don’t.” After a moment’s silence, he carried on, “What would you do when you return to the castle?”

She wondered why he suddenly took an interest in her life. If they were still acting normal toward each other, she would attempt to joke about it. Yesterday you hated me. Today you care. What’s that all about, Harry?

“Hug my uncle,” she answered. “Take a walk in the rose garden. Eat all the food I want. Put on one of those pretty dresses that I can’t breathe in.” A small grin tugged at her lips. “Attend a ball and dance barefoot while all the guests stared and silently judged.”

He let out a laugh so short she wasn’t sure if her mind had made it up.

“I’ve attended the King’s party once,” he said.

She immediately turned back to him. “You have?”

“Not as an official guest, of course.” He laughed. “That was after I’d met you by the river. I was in the castle to help Kenny’s mother, who was one of the cooks for the party. Then Kenny and I snuck into the dining hall to observe the members of the gentry. I saw your father, mother, and brother. But you weren’t there.”

“My father ordered to have me confined in a tower.”

“Because you almost drowned?” Harry sounded aghast, or angry; she couldn’t tell.

“Because I misbehaved.”

Now that she thought of it, she realised she couldn’t be royalty or even a nobody. She’d been somewhere in between her whole life. There was really no place for her in this world.

“I’m sorry I got in the way,” she said. “If it weren’t for me, you and Kenny would have been free by now.”

When he sighed, she took a gander at him. He looked nervous and couldn’t stop twisting the rag on his lap. “I’m not going anywhere with Kenny,” he said. “I wouldn’t even if you hadn’t got hurt.”

“Why not?” she asked, almost expectant.

“I said that to anger you,” he admitted to his hands. “Or at least I hoped it would anger you. But I regretted it immediately. I was a coward; I couldn’t handle the truth.”

“What are you saying, Harry?” she asked in a tone more urgent than the beating of her heart.

Before he could answer, the door swung open and Gemma barged right in. “They’re looking for her,” she said between short rapid breaths, then pointed a finger at Y/N. “You’re…you’re Princess Y/N...”

Every time Y/N thought she couldn’t be more ashamed of her name, someone would say it with insurmountable disgust, or fear.

This time, she hoped it was disgust.

“We can’t turn her in, Gem,” Harry told his sister, who was shaking like a ghost. Eyes still broad with panic, she looked at Y/N like she could see right through her.

“They’re coming for her. They’ll kill us if–”

“My brother can’t arrest me.” Y/N tried to sound as positive as she could, but her voice was shaky. “A king’s power is void outside his kingdom. We’re all safe here.”

Gemma kept shaking her head like she wanted to get it off her neck. “It’s not your brother,” she uttered. “It’s...our Queen.”

“Calanthe?”

Y/N had never met Calanthe. She’d only heard of her. The ladies in court had exchanged so many tales about what Y/N’s father had done to Calanthe’s family. She didn’t know which of those stories were true, or if any of them was true, but she knew Calanthe had been married to Uncle Edgar because it’d been the only way for her to remain royalty. Y/N’s father had felt deeply insulted when her uncle decided to wed an illegitimate princess, who was also the daughter of an enemy.

“Is my uncle looking for me?” Y/N asked. Hope grew inside of her, only to burst like bubbles when Gemma’s expression turned grey.

“The King is...dead, Your Highness. He was murdered last night...”

The rest of what Gemma said remained unheard as the floor and ceiling started spinning out of control. The beating of her own pulse was all Y/N could apprehend before an inhuman scream tore through her body, and she collapsed like she’d been shot by ten arrows at once.

She screamed and screamed as Harry folded her into his arms and clutched her like she might disintegrate across the floor. She reached for her own dagger, but his hand found hers first and pinned it to his chest, squeezing them as tight as he could until she caved in.

She cried and cried. She couldn’t stop...

Harry thought it was impossible to truly feel another’s pain, but Y/N’s scream had come so close. She’d screamed with her whole body, eyes wide with horror, mouth rigid and open as her nails dug deep into her own arms. By the time she’d lost her voice and could only weep quietly against his chest, she’d been covered with bruises, some blue, some red that she’d caused herself.

She still looked troubled after she’d passed out from exhaustion. It was like even in unconsciousness, she knew she’d lost everything she’d held dear. Her uncle had been her only purpose. Now Harry feared there was no reason left for her to go on.

The thought had crossed her mind, he knew it. Her second instinct had been to reach for the dagger she’d always carried on her hip, only to remember she’d been unarmed. She hadn’t been in her right mind to choose death, but she’d thought of it. She could have ended her life right in front of him.

Harry had no idea how he’d drifted off, but in his dream, he saw Y/N waving him goodbye before disappearing into a veil of black smoke. He jerked awake, sweating and gasping for air only to find himself alone in the dark.

He pushed himself up and sprinted out of the pantry like he was on fire. He ran into Gemma outside the house; she was carrying two buckets of water in both hands. He asked her if she’d seen Y/N, and his sister blanched when she replied, “She just took the black horse and headed to the river.”

Curses spurted out of Harry’s mouth as he broke into a run to the stable and took Lightning out. He rode on the mare’s back through the city, galloping across the hills to Vidarr River, to where they’d first met. He hoped she was still there, and it wasn’t too late.

At the riverbank. Dusk was falling. Y/N had lost track of time since she and Thunder had got here. In only a nightgown and a black coat, she sat as still as a rock by the water, legs crossed, chin on her knuckles. She was gazing thoughtfully at her reflection in the river when the galloping of a horse intruded the serenity of the forest. Her reflection blurred. She shot her head up and saw Harry arriving on Lightning.

He unmounted the horse, strode straight toward her, and before she could say a word, he swept her into his arms. He was panting, chest rising and falling without rhythm. Then, she heard a sniffle.

He was crying.

“Did something...did something happen?” she faltered. If something had happened to his family while she was here–

“I thought you’d done something stupid, Peach,” he croaked into her hair while holding her like she was his only possession.

She pushed away with her fists against his chest, lifted her chin, and took in the sight of his unbearable frown. Tears on his cheeks sparkled in the dusk-tinted light, while his green eyes were as clear and dark as the night river.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured as she brought a hand to his face and wiped his eyes. “I’m sorry I scared you.”

“Why did you leave the house?”

“I told Gemma I needed some fresh air…” She looked down, her hands returned to her sides and tightened into fists to resist touching him again. “Don't worry. Nobody saw me.”

She felt his fingers in her unruly hair, his palm rested at the nape of her neck. Then he lowered his head, guardedly, leaning closer, his warm breath fanning her burning face.

She almost tiptoed and met his lips halfway to forget about everything else for just a short-lived moment. But the voices in her head didn’t allow her to do it. She drew back, arms secured around herself. His hand, which had previously touched her hair, halted midair as he didn’t know what to do next.

“I have to go.”

“What do you mean?” He sounded scared. “Go where?”

“To the castle. To see Calanthe.”

“Peach…”

“There’s a monetary reward tied to me. If you bring me to her–”

“Fuck! Would you stop that?” he snapped and shoved his hands in his tangled long locks, turning away. She touched his shoulder. He brushed her off. She touched him again, this time fisting his shirt and forcing him to face her.

“You have to trust me, Harry,” she said calmly despite herself.

He shot her an agonising glare. “I don’t want money. I want you. I want you to be safe. I want you h-here. With me. Where I’ll keep you safe.”

“It’s not that easy.” She could barely hear herself.

“It is! Listen.” He caught her hands and brought them to his chest, his eyes desperate and hopeful at the same time. “We’ll run far away from here where no one can find us. Let’s go West, or East, cross the ocean; I don’t care. I just want to be with you so I can protect you.”

He was saying everything he’d said to her in her dreams. Those were everything she’d wanted to hear. The only thing missing was those three words, which she prayed he wouldn’t blurt out at this moment.

Sometimes the things we wanted were the things we couldn’t have. And it’d be selfish to take them knowing you didn’t deserve them.

“I would never be safe if I kept on running,” she whispered, not sure if that was to herself or to him.

“Calanthe will kill you, Peach.”

“She can’t kill me. She’s not allowed. Not when I’m still the Princess of Isolde and she doesn’t have proof that I killed my uncle, because I didn’t.”

Harry stalled for a moment before he said, “It’s Egon…”

She gave an assertive nod, her lower lip trembling. “I don’t know how he’d done it, but I know it was him, and Calanthe is falling right into his trap. She wants to use me as a bait to start a war with the North, which is exactly what Egon wants. He’s killed our uncle and he’ll kill her, too, because she knows nothing of politics and therefore is incapable of ruling a kingdom on her own. The people and alliances of Theros were already against my uncle’s marriage to her; if she takes me as her prisoner without any proof of my crimes, the other kingdoms will turn against Theros and support Egon in the war.”

She halted to suck in a breath, her entire body shaking.

“Let me come with you then,” Harry broke the silence.

“I c-can’t.” She shook her head, her heart beating louder and faster. “I can only guarantee my own safety. They’ll kill you. I can’t let them kill you...”

As she burst into tears, he held her face and inclined his head. She thought he would kiss her, but he didn’t; he kept their foreheads together, his eyes squeezed shut like he was in pain.

“I can’t let them kill you,” he growled. “I don’t trust anyone. Not Calanthe. Certainly not your brother.”

“Egon doesn’t want to kill me; he just wants me to come back. And I don’t know why. I honestly don’t know why he can’t let me go, but I have to take responsibility for what I’ve done. I have to surrender.”

There was a moment when neither of them moved or made a sound, and all she could hear was the rustling of leaves and sighing of water. She wished time would stop, and they’d be here, like this, forever.

“Peach,” Harry’s voice brought her back to reality. “I have to tell you something.”

She hid her nervousness with a straight face while her pulse began to flutter. “What is it?”

“That night, at the King’s party–” her chest expanded with relief even though she was half-disappointed; those weren’t the words she’d expected to hear “–there was a lady who arrived in the middle of dinner. She was one of the royal guests. Beautiful, white-haired, dressed in all black, a shiny smile…”

“Did she have a gold tooth?”

“I think so...Have you met her?”

“Right after I met you.” Her eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “She called me Princess, or...Your Highness. I don’t remember if she said anything else, but she knew who I was. I was so scared, so I ran.”

“She was a witch.”

“A witch?”

How come no one had told her about this witch? Not even her uncle who had invited the witch to his own party?

Harry went on despite her puzzlement. “Your father didn’t believe in magic. So the witch offered to tell the fate of his kingdom by reading Egon’s palm. She said Egon becoming King would endanger the people of Isolde.” Hesitation ensued. “And…”

“And what?”

He brushed his thumb across her cheek, his eyes dimmed like he was looking at something he wholeheartedly desired but could never possess.

“You’re the saviour in the prophecy, Peach.”

It took her a moment to let that sink in, and when it did, she started shaking her head. “No, no, no, that can’t be true. I’m not....I-I can’t!”

She couldn’t be the saviour. She couldn’t even save herself. Everyone around her died, either for her or because of her. If there was a word for someone who brought death upon people without intending to hurt anyone, she would be that word.

She glanced back up at Harry’s face, hoping he’d agree with the voices in her head and tell her she wasn’t the saviour, just a naive girl who caused trouble everywhere she went to whomever she met.

She wasn’t the saviour.

The corner of his mouth turned up and dropped so fast she almost didn’t notice. “Egon’s afraid of you. He can’t kill you because he doesn’t know what would happen to his kingdom if he killed the hero in the prophecy. That’s why he wants to keep you in his castle to make sure you don’t turn against him and take the throne.”

The idea of her being the saviour was preposterous enough, she could not dare to imagine herself as…

The Queen.

She stepped back, stopping just before she fell into the water. She couldn’t feel her toes, couldn’t even look him in the eye. Was the ground beneath her feet shifting or was it her who was shaking?

This wasn’t as simple as submitting herself to Calanthe and talking the poor woman out of another meaningless war. If the prophecy was true, Egon would be the death of Isolde. She had to take power back from him. But how? She couldn’t even take a sword from his hand.

“Saviour or not, I have to do something,” she said almost to herself. “I can’t run away forever.”

Before he could speak, she had turned and strode back to her horse. She mounted Thunder and looked down at Harry; his mouth was agape like he wanted to say a lot more.

“I’ll meet you at the house,” she told him, kicked the horse, and rode away.

Y/N tramped around the pantry to collect all the things that belonged to hers – her sword, her coat, the clothes she’d worn when she arrived, and her gloves – while he watched anguishedly from the doorway. She cleaned the entire place until there was no sign that she’d been here.

As she stopped to survey the room to make sure she left nothing behind, he couldn’t help the thought that when she walked out this door, she’d disappear from his life like a ghost. Just thinking about it made him feel like his heart had been ripped out.

“Will your wound be alright?” he asked, despairingly needing a reason to keep her around.

“It’s gotten better,” she said with a reassuring smile. He knew she wasn’t lying because those herbs were indeed magical.

Selfishness rumbled in his chest. He wished he’d never cured her. Her wound would heal eventually, with or without the herbs, but if she left to be the saviour she was destined to be, she might be killed, or worse, live and continue to endure her brother’s abuse.

He opened his mouth as she bent down to pick up a few coins on the floor, yet stopped himself before he could beg her not to go. He could have vowed to be her humble servant for the rest of his life, as long as she ran away with him and let him take care of her. But that wasn’t what she wanted. Her destiny was bigger than him, than her, than both of them. If she succeeded, she would take the throne. She’d have all the humble servants she wished for, and marry a king.

“All right. I’ve got everything I need.” She turned back to him with a tight smile while fidgeting with the fur on her coat draped over one arm. She must expect him to move out of the way so she could leave, but he remained standing at the door, like a royal guard refusing to take her order.

“If you really want to leave, I cannot stop you,” he blurted before he could help himself. “But please answer one question.”

“Harry,” she stressed his name as if to beg him not to speak. He didn’t care. They would never cross paths again, so this might be his only chance to ask.

He raised a finger and swallowed in an attempt to wet the dry patch in his throat. “One question. Then I’ll let you go.”

She regarded him with contemplative eyes. “What is it?”

He pushed his tongue into his cheek, staring at everything in the room but her, while she waited, arms folded over her chest.

“From the moment we met until now,” he said. “Was there anything real?”

He watched her expression soften as she thinned her lips and inspected his face. She looked baffled yet sorrowful.

“Because it was all real for me,” he appended, his throat closing in. “I’m...pathetically...in love with you.”

She froze, her eyes too large for her face. It was the same look she’d given him when she woke up last night and saw him. He wondered what it meant. Did she not want to hear those words? Did she hate them? Did she not care?

“Does this mean no?” he trembled.

She still said nothing.

With two long strides, she closed the distance between them, dropped her coat to their feet and cupped his face with both hands. Her delicate touch made him feel so precarious, like he might crumble if she let go. He brought his hands up and placed them over hers. He peered at her face; she looked breathtakingly beautiful when she cried.

“We were the only thing that was real,” she said to him.

He didn't know he was crying, too, until he felt hot tears running down his cheeks. He dropped his head as she arched her neck, meeting his lips halfway for a fiery kiss that got his head spinning.

Fire in the pit of his stomach. Fire everywhere. Intense heat spread all over his body as he tore his shirt over his head, unbuckled his leather belt, and pushed down his trousers. Once he focused on her again, she had discarded her nightgown and was standing bare and flustered in front of him.

He swept his eyes down the curves of her body. His body reacted strongly to the sight. Candlelight danced across her skin. With all the scars, bruises, and the bandage above her left hip, she was still God’s most beautiful creation.

He was too distracted to notice how long he’d been gawking at her with his cock standing shamelessly at attention. Only when she crossed her arms over her chest to hide her nakedness did he flinch back to reality.

He took a step forward, holding her nervous gaze as he placed his left hand on her hip, the other on her neck, before trailing two fingers down to her collarbone, the valley of her breasts, her stomach…

Goosebumps rose on her skin as she gasped and shuddered. She swept his hair back, fisting it tight as he slipped a finger into her heat. He worked his finger in and out of her, their mouths reattached, his tongue caressing hers as he swallowed all the sounds she made. He was unconsciously rutting his swollen cock against her stomach. He felt her cold hands making their way down his back, to his chest, his abs, his biceps, his buttocks. Pleasure fanned the flames inside of him into bigger and bigger ones.

A groan got stuck in his throat when her fingers found his cock. Before he could stop her, she was on her knees, staring up at him through her thick lashes, puppy dog eyes making his cock twitch embarrassingly. He dropped down on his knees as well and touched her face.

“You don’t have to,” he said, kissing her neck.

“I know,” she told him and shoved him to the mattress. He lay on his back, head propped up as she crawled on top of him. He panted when she put her mouth on his nipple and licked, eyes locked with his as she did the same to the other one. His stomach clenched when she kissed it.

Her fingers closed around his needy cock again as her mouth reached his groin, leaving sloppy kisses until she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. His hips bucked, causing her to stop. She looked scared. She thought she’d done something wrong.

It was in that moment that he remembered she’d never done this before. He sat up, back against the wall as she scooted closer so he could pet her hair.

“Did I do something wrong?” she shyly asked.

“No, you took me by surprise, that’s all,” he murmured with a lazy grin.

“May I...continue?” she pleaded, her lashes fluttering. "Please let me try. I know how."

Right. She’d been taught to please a man...

His muscles stiffened as he ground his jaw. She would do this with someone else, most likely because she was forced to. Someone else – a king or a prince – would be in Harry’s place and touch her like he had. He shoved the thoughts to the back of his mind, grabbed her face, and kissed her deeply, for a moment, forgetting that he must breathe.

She broke away from him, catching her breath and reaching for his cock again. She considered his face before licking up the shaft of his cock, around the head, and sucking the tip into her mouth. He was out of breath, his hands spasming. She was messy and clumsy, but he guessed she was too dazed to care if she was doing it wrong. She wasn’t. She was perfect.

Delirious and aroused, he watched her take a little more, stopping when he hit the back of her throat, easing off and building up a rhythm. The way she held him in her mouth sent a wave of irrational jealousy through him. His hand moved to her hair and brushed it back as she bobbed up and down.

He left his hand on the back of her head and started thrusting gently, unable to stop himself. He couldn’t look away from the way his cock disappeared in and out of her mouth. She put her hand on his thigh but didn’t tell him to stop.

He was so close. When his stomach clenched and his thighs started to shake, he dragged her up to kiss her. She made a small, startled sound before kissing back, her hot tongue sliding over his. He moaned and kissed her harder.

In the next moment, he lay her on her back and hindered as he caught his breath, his eyes boring into her. Her lips parted, wet, full and sensual, the look in her eyes drowsy yet lustful, her breasts were full and round. This felt surreal. Almost like a dream. If this were a dream, he wished he’d never wake up and they’d never have to leave this room or each other.

He reached out and cupped one of her breasts. Her nipple hardened under his touch, and he couldn’t help but duck down and take it in his mouth. The way she whispered his name made his cock throb with the need to come.

He thrust against her thigh and turned his attention to her other breast. He dragged his teeth lightly, enjoying the way her stomach trembled under his lips. He then spread her legs to find her wet and heavy with the scent of arousal. She released a startled gasp when he kissed her clit.

"Please," she murmured, her voice weak. "I need you."

He growled like a hungry wolf at her words and got his mouth fully on her cunt. Her legs sprung up in surprise, and he held them open like he’d done the first night they’d been together, draping one over his shoulder. It wasn’t the first time he’d done this. He knew he was good at it, but he couldn’t help but feel anxious. This might be the last time he got to make her feel good, so he didn’t want her to regret anything.

He held her open with his fingers and gave long and slow licks that made her squirm beneath him. He sucked at her clit until she was gasping for air. She was slick and hot under his tongue; the taste of her made him grind his dick into the mattress. When her hand clenched handfuls of his hair and tugged him this way and that, he wasn’t sure if she was aware of it, but he loved when she gained control. He moaned around her clit, feeling his cock growing harder than before, which he didn’t think was possible.

He pulled back to suck two fingers into his mouth, and she mindlessly pulled at his hair to get his mouth back where it belonged. He smoothed a palm across her thigh to calm her as he thumbed over her clit before sliding two his fingers back inside her.

“Ah,” she cried out, spreading her legs more, the grip on his hair staggering.

Harry smirked up at her in pride. He couldn’t help the selfish thought of making her feel so good she could never feel the same with another man. He shook off that thought immediately, not wanting to imagine her breathless, naked, and spread open for someone else other than him.

He decided to overlook his worries and focus on her. He drew his fingers in and out while kissing her hip, her thigh, her stomach. It only took a few more soft laps of his tongue when he got his mouth back on her for her to come.

She was blushing and breathing heavily when he crawled back up and captured her lips with his own. She moaned into his mouth at her own taste.

“Was that okay?” he asked quietly.

She huffed, nodding fast. "That was...perfect.”

Harry kissed her warm cheek, grinning. His entire body was burning at this point. The fever of desire made his head spin while his cock ached and twitched against her thigh. He hovered above her between her parted legs, propping himself up, an elbow on either side of her head. He reached between them, and his jaw dropped as he bumped his cock and dragged it on her soft inner thigh before nudging the tip against her cunt. They both made a sound at it.

“Please. Want you,” she said, running her hands up and down his arms. Her eyes pinched closed, her head thrown back.

Harry pushed her thighs further apart and took himself in his hand, angling his cock to press the head into her cunt, pushing in with steady pressure. They both moaned. He dropped his head to her shoulder, elbows locking from the effort of not collapsing. He would bang his head against the wall if he crashed onto her wounded body and hurt her in any way.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, his voice strained as he tried to control himself. She was tight, so goddamn tight. She’d never done this before, so he tried to be as careful and slow as he could. He waited for her to shake her head, and when she told him to go on, he pushed deeper, slow and steady.

“Harry,” she moaned, shuddering. He was all the way inside of her. He felt embarrassed as his hips stuttered with stops and starts. He tried not to come too soon, while glancing between them every second to make sure he wasn’t rubbing against her wound. He heard a frustrated groan, and she pushed at his chest. He whined when he slipped out completely.

Frightened, he thought he’d hurt her and she didn’t want to do this anymore, but she pushed him all the way down. He hit the mattress hard on his back and blinked up at her climbing on top, throwing one leg over his.

“What are you–”

She shushed him. Her hair fell long and messy down her chest, not quite covering her breasts. He continued to stare.

When he saw her struggling to get him back inside, a chuckle rumbled in his throat as he gripped her waist to help her balance. She reached behind herself, taking hold of his cock and guiding it to where she wanted it. He wetted his lips, his throat completely dry.

They both groaned when she slid down and braced both hands on his chest for support. He helped her rock her hips until she huffed, hair tossed back. She then started rolling her hips the way she liked it, putting her whole body into it. His jaw went slack as he made an embarrassing noise, clutching her right hip, his other hand squeezing one of her breasts, teasing her nipple.

He was already this close to coming, but he needed to make sure she came, too. He brushed her hair out of her pretty face, his feet flattened on the bed as he pushed up when she rocked down. Her insides sucked him in tightly; he felt an explosion coming. He couldn’t hold it much longer, so he took the hand from her hip to thumb over her clit, rubbing it in a firm steady motion until she was choking on air, hips faltering, cunt clenching around his cock.

When he felt himself getting close, he tried to lift her off of him, but her body didn’t comply. She sat fully on his cock. He pushed himself up, an arm around her waist, his chest against hers, their foreheads together.

“Inside, Harry, p-please,” she whimpered before pushing her tongue into his mouth, and his cock pulsed as he spilt into her, shuddering with her.

It wasn’t after he’d recovered from his fever and opened his eyes that he realised what he’d allowed to happen. She covered his mouth before he could say a word, her eyelids drooping as she steadied her breathing.

“I'm pathetically in love with you, too.”

He felt tears forming in the wells of his eyes, and he tugged her in and kissed her again, and again, and again…

Moments later, stillness had taken over. Harry was lying on his side, head propped up on his hand as he rubbed circles on her belly. She was lying on her back, lazy dark eyes peering at his face.

“What if I’ve impregnated you?”

“Does it matter?” she whispered while tracing his features with her fingertips.

“It does to me," he said. "You’d have my daughter.”

She arched an eyebrow at him.

“What?” he chuckled.

“You said daughter,” she said and bit back a smile.

“Or son.”

Her smile widened but didn’t last too long before worry overtook her face. She grasped his hand and brought it to her cheek.

“I won’t ever marry or fall in love again,” she said.

His stomach twisted into double knots. “You will, Peach.” He hated to say that, but he knew for a fact that she would fall in love or at least marry someone else. “You’ll marry a prince, or even better, a king.”

“How is that better?”

“A king, Peach.” He raised a brow. “And knowing you, if you succeed, and become Queen, you’ll marry someone who worships you, someone who would live and die for you.”

And if she carried Harry’s child because of what they’d done tonight, that child would belong to that king, who could give it the life Harry could never offer. That child would never know Harry existed. Y/N would never talk about Harry for the baby’s own sake. Harry would want that, too. Even when it was killing him just thinking about it.

“Would you?” Her voice pulled him back.

He dropped his gaze to her mouth for a second before glancing back up to her twinkling eyes. They crinkled as she smiled.

“Would I what?”

“Live and die for me,” she said, her tone teasing yet anticipative.

“In a heartbeat,” he answered without a second thought.

“Good,” she sounded content. “Don’t love me less than that.”

Before he could come up with a proper response, she’d already drifted off.

Y/N woke up just before dawn. It wasn’t easy to sleep when all that you saw when you closed your eyes was dying people. Except that this time Harry was there with her. He’d held her close as she’d broken down in front of her uncle’s body. A headless corpse. She didn’t know if he’d been decapitated and she prayed it wasn’t true, but that was the worst image her mind could come up with.

When she was little, she’d been forced to watch a public execution. The prisoner had smiled before they'd chopped his head off in front of the people. For him, death had been an escape, not a punishment.

Y/N had considered death, too. She’d almost executed the thought, but then it hit her that she wasn’t that prisoner – death wouldn’t be an escape for her. If she died, she’d die as someone who’d not only betrayed her kingdom but also murdered her uncle. If they wanted to accuse her of the crimes she hadn’t committed, they would have to say it to her face.

She and Harry had travelled through the night. He had insisted on taking her to the castle just in case something bad happened along the way. She believed he just wanted to buy some more time with her, which was also the reason she’d let him come. She wasn’t brave enough to say goodbye so soon.

They rode fast, and the roads through towns were empty at early hours, so they managed to reach the castle at sunset. Since they couldn’t be seen together, they stopped on the hill outside the castle grounds where they bid their final goodbyes.

The sunset fell on the castle walls, painting the cold grey of stone golden. The sky was a canopy of gold. Standing in the knee-length grasses, Harry and Y/N clutched each other like it was the end of the world. She could hear his heart beating in her ears and his hot breath in her hair. The summer heat penetrating their skin, the air warm and dry, but Y/N felt cold in her bones.

She pulled away to see his face, which was basking in sunset colours. The green in his eyes was a shade darker. A tender breeze blew through his hair, carrying the scent of flowers and dewy grass, wafting it all around them. She tucked his long locks behind his ears as she observed every movement on his handsome face. He had to be the most beautiful man in the world.

“I fell in love with you at sunset,” he said.

She blinked and smiled, a tiny bit confused.

“When we first watched the sunset together on the mountain.” He inclined his head, his eyebrows lifted as he peered at her intensely. “That was when I think I fell in love with you.”

The hollowness inside her chest threatened to engulf her at once. She pressed her lips together, her tears forming again. “This is our last sunset together,” she mumbled, trying to laugh but what came out was a depressing sigh.

His jaw clenched as he contemplated her. “When this is all over,” she guessed he meant everything else, not them, “Can I still see you sometimes?”

It made her somewhat happy that he believed this would end with her victory. She placed her hands on his shoulders as her lips curved slightly. “I don’t think that's possible.”

She had to be practical and not give him false hope. She knew what it was like to believe in a happy ending which never existed.

When the corners of his mouth lowered, she wanted nothing more than to kiss that frown away, but she resisted. “Besides,” she went on. “You can’t love me more than you do now. All I ask of you is to not love me less…”

“I love you more every moment, every day.”

She shook her head, dismissing the idea. “Not after we’ve said goodbye. You’ll forget about me. You’ll love another woman. If you could get over your first love and fall in love again, you will fall in love again after me.” She worked her jaw, trying to look for the right words. “You’re the first man I’ve ever loved. And if...if the prophecy is true, and...I become Queen–” It was the first time she’d dared to say that out loud “–then I’ll marry for the sake of my kingdom. It won’t be for love. Royalties don’t marry for love.”

“Your parents did.”

“They met by the river, Harry. They didn’t know they were a prince and a princess. They were just a boy and a girl.” She bit her lower lip, looking up at him through her wet lashes. “They were the lucky ones.”

She felt like he had a lot more to say and could have a whole debate with her right here, but he chose to remain silent. She was thankful for that.

“Here.” She pulled the gold ring off her finger and put it on his hand before he could refuse to accept. “Find a good doctor for your mother. Quit stealing and do something that wouldn't get you in trouble. I don’t want you to get arrested again and be rescued by some other lady.”

A corner of his mouth rose as he gazed at the ring. “No lady is like you, Princess.”

Something about that statement gave her a little hope. If no lady was like her, she could remain a special part inside of him, even after he’d fallen in love with another woman.

She stepped away, clasped her hands behind her back, and lifted her chin as she commanded, “Now look away.”

“Are you about to change right here?” he joked, yet didn’t sound like his old playful self.

She flashed him a beam. “Just do it.”

He didn’t argue and spun around, hands clasped behind his back.

She fought back tears as she reached for his fingers, which held onto hers as soon as he felt her touch.

“You’re not allowed to watch me leave,” she said matter-of-factly as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Don’t turn around until you hear the gate close.” I won’t be able to leave if you’re watching.

He gave a nod, so she slipped her hand away. He didn’t try to keep it this time. He had accepted that this was the end for them. She walked backwards to her horse and mumbled a silent goodbye to Lightning before she mounted Thunder. Giving one last look at Harry, whose back was still turned to her, she kicked the horse into a gallop.

As Thunder carried her across the field, her hair flying in the wind, she almost looked back to see if Harry had turned around.

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Wednesday’s NR, E, and M reading

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Not Rated:

The light that reappeared, by KawaiiKittyCat (second in a series)

Lan Wangji hears it. That song. Their song.

He speeds up more than rules at Cloud Recesses would allow him. But that doesn’t matter now. Nothing does. Beside that music. Beside the person that plays this music.

Do not leave me, by Mydla (second in a series)

There is a vicious ghost on the loose. But who would be able to catch such a creature when its only manifestation is that it will let you see your worst nightmare one time? Only once and then it would move to another person. No one will even know that the ghost had ever visited them...

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Jiang Cheng's worst nightmare

Just you and me, by Poitre_4

Promt: 153. "I Want you to go upstairs and lock the door ok? Don't come out until I tell you to"

Character: Nie Huaisang

Birth of a mastermind, by Poitre_4 (second in a series)

Promt: 153. "I Want you to go upstairs and lock the door ok? Don't come out until I tell you to"

Character: Nie Huaisang

Explicit:

Speechless, by SuiteJayne

Bored with transcribing the Lan Clan's Collection of Righteousness, Wei Wuxian again decides to provoke a reaction out of Lan Wangji. He gets a different one than he expected.

Some Like It Cold, by SuiteJayne (second in a series)

A hot spell settles on Gusu. Sleepless one night in Cloud Recesses, Wei Wuxian decides to visit the cold springs to cool off, but finds he’s not the only one who had that idea.

One More Rule, by SuiteJayne (third in a series)

After a small misunderstanding, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji reveal a little more about their feelings for one another and discover a new addition to their bedroom repertoire.

Some Sunny Day, by SuiteJayne (fourth in a series)

The Jiang clan leaves Cloud Recesses; Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have a hard time saying goodbye.

All Talk, by SuiteJayne (fifth in a series)

Wei Wuxian finds a way to work both sides of a light d/s dynamic. (A porny coda to the scene in The Untamed e9 where wwx and lwj battle enchanted chains and the dire owl in a misty forest.)

Long Shadows, by SuiteJayne (sixth in a series)

Wei Wuxian leaves the Jin Clan’s celebratory banquet in Nightless City. Lan Wangji follows.

Early Days, by SuiteJayne (seventh in a series)

Lan Wangji meets Wei Wuxian in Yiling and finds he has a few things to tell him. He manages to say some of it.

Restless, by SuiteJayne (last in the series)

As it turned out, Lan Wangji would have done almost anything to keep Wei Wuxian safe. He’d have lied, stolen, risked his life, exiled himself from his clan, from the whole cultivation world. But in the end, it didn’t matter, because Wei Wuxian didn’t want to be saved. Lan Wangji understood this. At any rate, on some days he understood it. On other days he felt in his bones that the opposite was true: that if he had been a little faster, a little smarter, a little better; if he’d anticipated how things would play out; if he’d intercepted Wei Wuxian and brought him back to Gusu; if he’d said the right things, then Wei Wuxian would still be alive.

library pavilion, by wearing_tearing (second in a series)

Wei Ying’s grin widens. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this?” he asks, pressing his body closer to Lan Wangji’s. “You’re always so focused when you’re here, so serious, Lan Er-gege. All I want is to mess you up a little. Even back then, I wanted a reaction out of you.”

Lan Wangji has had one too many fantasies about Wei Ying in the Library Pavilion.

incense burner, by wearing_tearing (last in a series)

Lan Wangji takes in a sharp breath and snaps his mouth shut. Surprise rushes through his entire body, sending sparkles through his spine and down the tips of his fingers. He stares at his husband, taking in his loose hair falling down his shoulders, his flushed cheeks and bright smile, his hands gently cradling the round bump of his belly.

His very pregnant belly.

The incense burner has been a wedding gift they have used often, and it always makes their wildest fantasies come true—if only for the duration of a dream.

Guaranteed Seduction, by cl410

Wei Wuxian puts the freezing talisman to better use

Mark You(r Words), by MajiLovePrincess

“If you keeping fucking me like this, I might just have to marry you,” Wei Ying gasps, too breathy to be properly teasing.

The pace of Lan Wangji’s hips falters as his whole body— not just his thrumming heart— skips a beat.

Or, The post-canon one where they both think the other is sleeping with them for platonic reasons, when that is not the case.

Blood, blood, blood on my hands, by Mydla (third in a series)

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Lan Xichen's worst nightmare

Mature:

running the bases, by quillifer (wbtrashking)

Lan Zhan knows his boyfriend plays baseball.

But not, like professionally, or anything. How famous could baseball players truly be? he thinks.

Jealous, are you?, by SugarBottom13

Wei Wuxian looks at the man before following what he was looking at only to frown curious when he sees it was Lan Wangji he was looking at. "I need water" the man awkwardly starts and Lan Wangji nods.

"I didn't bring any" he replies softly and Wei Wuxian looks at Lan Wangji surprised when he replied to the man, like he knows him, before Lan Wangji moves forward until he and the man were facing each other.

Rabbit Parenthood and other Domestic Affairs, by LadyHallen

Wei Ying has been suggesting increasingly more pets to adopt than usual and Lan Zhan is starting to wonder if there's something more to this.

bound, by hauntedotamatone

When the walls of the cave at Muxi Mountain had begun to splinter and crack open, Lan Wangji thought that rescue had come just in time. He hoped beyond all reason and rationality that the flash of a white sleeve he saw in the torchlight belonged to Xichen.

Further into the light they stepped, and he saw that the white sleeve was dipped in red, flames licking around the unfamiliar hand. His stomach dropped, hope sinking to the very depths of despair with each new Wen cultivator streaming in.

It had taken four men to pry him from Wei Ying. Two more to bind him as they dragged his unconscious form behind them in the dirt like a plow in the field.

Unfinished:

Not Rated:

It Happened Just a Little bit Earlier, by Dragonsruleist (Dr_disore)

Wei Wuxian was tired, he had just got out of the burial mounds and had just crushed Wen Zhuliu's core. Jiang Cheng gave him back Subian- he would be happier if only he could use it. Lan Zhan wants to take him back to Gusu- for what he doesn't know but it's probably for punishment.

He has one last thing he has to do before he can rest, however. And so he turns his back on Jiang Cheng and walks away with his brother nun the wiser. He has Wen he promised to save after all.

(This kinda explains what happens- but is like a watered-down version of what I actually wrote)(the first chapter can be read as a one-shot) (also- despite what this may seem like this story- if I ever write more- will center the juniors until finally ending with lovely Wangxian romance. You've been forewarned.)

Explicit:

Because of Wen Qing, by QteCuttlfish

What if Jiang Cheng had chosen to support Wen Qing, the Wen clan remnants, and most importantly, Wei Wuxian? Follows CQL/Untamed canon. Canon Divergence from Episode 20.

#the untamed #untamed fanfiction #chen qing ling #cql #mo dao zu shi #mdzs

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pseudospectre · 4 years

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Had a conversation recently with some friends about how stories with a heaven/hell dynamic love the idea of fallen angels, but I’ve never seen anything that goes the opposite direction. So I wrote one. It’s been a long long time since I’ve written anything so please forgive the quality, it was just a quick bit of fun. :)

Rise

I fell for a reason. I burned for a reason. I remember so little of my previous life, so many years, even centuries ago, but I remember that much. I have no tragic story of innocence betrayed or manipulated, no heart-wrenching tale of self-sacrifice or loss. I was just, as they say, a bastard. That’s all I can tell you, all that survived the fire, so to speak.

They’ll tell you, gleefully, about the hopelessness, when your soul arrives after judgment and they offer you a position. This is all there is left, they say. You are lost, you are evil, this is all you deserve for eternity. Most damned souls don’t truly understand, in my experience. Everyone believes, to some degree, that they were at least all right, in the end. And they fight the idea of damnation and punishment, think somehow that resisting the new temptation and heading to their torment is somehow going to prove that, or help. As if they can weasel out, eventually, if they aren’t contracted. It always seemed remarkably shortsighted; of course you can’t. I already enjoyed the cruelty, I knew what it meant, so the opportunity to spare myself the pain in return for causing it? Well, what is a demon if not selfish? I was fine with the requirements, already there and unsaveable, it’s not like it can be worse? You can either suffer or be a part of the system, and I made a damn good demon. A little hell humor. And that’s supposed to be all there was, the end, fin.

Turns out, they don’t quite give you all of the information

What you need to understand is that there’s a lot of misinformation out there about how all this is set up. Most beliefs have some concept of punishment or reward, but strictly speaking, we’re not really associated with any one in particular. Funnily enough, it has more to do with your social beliefs than whether or not there’s a god. Nobody gives a fuck who’s name you take in vain, for example; it’s all about balance. And there are absolutely folks that fill the roles of what you’d call god or the devil, make no mistake. The cultures that talk about weighing souls have that part the closest, although it’s a hell of a lot more complicated than that, ha. Not that I cared at the time, but actions, with very few exceptions, cannot be good or bad in and of themselves. Something you do nice for someone could in fact have a negative result for someone else down the line, unintentionally or unknowingly. All of that has to be carefully picked apart and scrutinized to truly reach a conclusion, and I’ve even seen a net “loss” overall be rewarded and net gains get descended, based on factors even I don’t understand. Wasn’t my job; I didn’t judge, I just turned the screws on the ones they sent me. But as with any large-scale operation, it’s not infallible. I know it seems like it ought to be, but here we are. Hell, here I am. The thing is, it’s a lot easier to correct an accidental reward than an accidental punishment, because everyone down there wails their innocence. No one believes them, of course, they all think that. There’s no point in following up, usually. Mostly, souls I worked on were one of two things: screamers (self explanatory) or talkers. Talkers are the ones who still think they can wheedle their way out, or want to share their life story again, hoping they can find a loophole or something to get them out. Some of those souls had been there longer than I had, sometimes; pitiful. Didn’t matter to me, I was having a gre- well, it was a time. And then I was passed a recent acquisition for punishment; not that uncommon, although by then I usually mostly had the old-timers who needed the skills of someone who really knew their stuff. But this soul?

Completely silent.

Really. Didn’t make a sound. Threw me for a huge loop, centuries as a literal nightmare and suddenly, no begging, no crying, nothing. Not even if I taunted, not even when I got started. And in that moment, it became the worst day of my afterlife-me, a piece of shit human voluntarily gone horrifying demon. Because I felt something. First mistake. If I’d stopped there things might have gone on without changing, but I was never what you might have called smart. Average is probably being generous. But I was so bowled over by that little spark of whatever it was-I couldn’t even recognize that it was an emotion, isn’t that sad?- that I made my next mistake: I asked why. Turned out I’d been handed my first actual misjudgment, this poor thing never protested a single action since they got here, never once defended themselves. They’d convinced themselves in life so completely that this is what they would deserve, that they just didn’t have any desire to try to fight it. I asked what they’d been judged for, and they just looked at me, and said they were ready. But when I pushed (at that point I was panicking over whatever was happening in my brain and figured I could count more questions as emotional manipulation or baiting or something) they didn’t list a single thing I had ever heard of stacking up to damnation. Someone at the gates really fucked up, in other words. Someone came in shortly after that and whisked them off, everyone had a good laugh over it for weeks after, jeering and asking me how much I got to put them through before they got picked back up. It should have been easy to join in- before this I would have been in the center of the mockery, but something was wrong, that flare was still inside me and I was having trouble handling it. You ever have a secret and you’re just sure everyone knows what it is just by looking at you? It was like that. And eventually I figured out that’s all it was, just a little bitty emotion, but that almost made it worse because it wasn’t supposed to be there; from what I even knew how all this demon shit worked in the first place, I was pretty sure it wasn’t even possible! But all I had to do to go back to my routine was ignore it, suppress it, reject it. Easy peasy, I’m a goddamn senior demon.

Except, to my shame, I couldn’t let it go. Does that even make sense, a demon feeling shame? Pretty sure that’s what it was at that point. But it was like having a little secret treasure that no one else could see. I would hide it, and then in little moments alone or whatever, bring it out and feel. I didn’t have the context anymore at the time, but now I can compare it to having lived in the dark and suddenly feeling a moment of sun. I had felt sorry for the soul, for just a moment! And the thing about emotions, they can grow the more you think about them. And I started thinking about it a lot. And then I started feeling happy (the horror!) that the mistake was caught and they got to leave. In case it’s unclear, feeling stuff like that for non hell-related reasons makes it pretty hard to do demony things. And if you remember, I’d never felt a whole lot of that kind of thing even before I got here. I literally tortured the souls of the damned, how do you do that when you start feeling sorry for them? But that little crack of light inside me, the shard of humanity, started bring back memories, or at least concepts, from when that’s all I was, and I suddenly started recognizing them as lost. And it hurt? And for the first time, I was mourning. After all, damned is forever. A demon is forever. So I was some weird fluke who caught some feels somehow, it couldn’t change that. But, you know, when your work starts to suffer, people start to notice. They started to talk. And they were right, my game was slipping hard. I felt bad! After a while I couldn’t just not say anything to the ones who just barely tipped the scales! As secretly as I could, I was giving them comfort. And I had to defend myself from my superiors over stuff I couldn’t stomach anymore but had to keep up with, or risk getting kicked back down. The wildest part was, my first thought about losing status wasn’t to save my own skin, of course not….now I was thinking about what the folks I got to talk to would do without those brief moments of respite I’d been passing out.

Point is, I was a demon who didn’t want to be a demon anymore, after centuries of not giving a fuck, and knowing full well that I was solidly fucked and that this was only going to get worse. I was miserable, but I still couldn’t put away the way the tiniest good feelings and I hoarded my experiences like someone who’s drowning clings to a raft. Except this raft was ruining my afterlife, and I didn’t really care for some reason. But I wanted to do my best, and not in the way I was used to. I had no idea what was going to happen but it probably was never going to get better.

But then, the crossroads.

Not the regular demony kind of crossroads. Oh no, I got stuck with the moral kind, although I didn’t realize what it was going to mean at the time. It had gotten bad enough for me that I was back to working under supervision, just like old times, the bad ones from when demons are just getting started. It was hard to do much that way but I’d figured out that even just smiling helps some people apparently? Or at least, once I first figured out how to smile so that they knew it wasn’t a threat. You ever seen a demon? I was not precisely what most people would prefer to look at with any expression. But it was already a hell of a day (more jokes!) and I was apparently near a limit I wasn’t aware of, and we got assigned a new soul. A new soul who didn’t say a word, just like where all of this began. And my supervison grinned at me, and snarled, and raised an arm, and I didn’t even have time to register that I had stepped between them to take the blow. Cheesy, I know. But there was a sound like one of those big industrial light switches snapping off, and it felt like time stopped or something. Maybe it did, I’m still not sure. But the literal, actual judges showed up. I was relieved someone got there so fast before anything else happened, I hadn’t even thought about what was going to happen to me yet. Proof positive I was completely broken by then, hadn’t even thought about my own skin yet. A couple of the judges took the soul away, and I waited for my bosses to show, but the judge still standing there was just watching me. After a moment, they said “Are you coming, or not?”

What.

I don’t think I was processing yet, but I think that’s probably all I actually said. So they gave me a look like you give to the dumbest guy in the room (I’m familiar with it) and said “Are. You coming? You have work to do. Unless you really think you’d prefer to stay?”

“Coming to what? You already picked up the error, it’s not me. Why would they let me leave, anyway? Not that I’m in a hurry to get my asskicking for this.”

There’s that look again. “Then don’t stay for it, they have no claim at the moment. Your balance tipped. Your call, stay, or take your out and rise.”

First time I’d ever heard that word. “……Rise?”

“Yes, rise. I suppose they wouldn’t want it to be common knowledge around here; then again, it means the few cases we get tend to be pretty solidly legitimate. Angels can fall, after all….why couldn’t a demon rise?”

“Sorry, got brimstone in my ears or something, are you telling me, of all creatures, that I’m heading upwards?” I definitely laughed. Demon laughter is very unpleasant. Recognizing this when you’re the one laughing is not fun.

“Something like that. As I said, your call. If you still prefer all of this for eternity, by all means, stick around.”

And that’s how I found out risen demons are a thing.

It’s not easy, no longer being of hell but not being of heaven, but it’s probably easier than you might expect. People think about heaven and hell in terms of punishment and reward, and while this is mostly true, like I said before, it’s really more about balance. The slate’s not wiped clean, but it’s not like I have some impossible restrictive rules that set me up to fail, it’s not like one tiny slip will shoot me back to the inferno, but I have bosses who check in now and then, keep tabs. And they’re here to help me, I’m not just stranded to make my own way. I’m not human, but I’m probably closer to that than I am to angel or demon anymore. And I gotta say, I look a whole lot better. I still put most people off at first, at least a little, but I’m way less spiky and you know. Fewer teeth, fewer arms, that kind of thing. But I guess you could say I’m doing pretty well now, dragging my way back to something I’m not sure I ever was, to be honest. I’m grateful for the chance.

And I’m looking forward to seeing who I can drag along with me, and that part feels pretty good.

#demons #heaven vs hell #short stories #written bits #mine #angels #redemption #original fiction

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lucifers-trash-stash · 5 years

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Good Girl

Summary: Freddy Krueger has been waiting for so long to haunt the hearts and minds of new victims. As soon as he stumbles upon her, he knows she’ll be the perfect vessel to spread his fear.

Word Count: 3574

A/N: Happy Halloween!!! So this fic was written for @sherrybaby14 and her Fall Into You Challenge, and my prompt was “Why me?” I’ve written for Freddy since high school, but this is the first time I’ve actually written smut for him, and it’s definitely some of the most non-con stuff I have written so uh I hope u all enjoy this insane premise and maybe find it as hot as I do lol I’ve also been playing around with smut in the 3rd person recently just as a way to try something new so I hope you like it!

Warnings: DEFINITE NON-CON! It turns more dub-con towards the end but considering the implications of the fic this is definitely non-con and if that bothers or upsets you then you shouldn’t read it. Knife play, slight degredation (this is Freddy we’re talking about, he throws some “whores” and “sluts” around), loss of virginity, daddy kink, manipulation, tricking someone into sex, and voyeurism. So esentially my nightmare if Freddy discovered what my kinks were.

There were a lot of dreamers that had wandered into the Springwood Slasher’s domain. No one ever came to him willingly, and only a few ever escaped his metal claw. However, the years had not been kind to him, and over time he had grown as rusty as his blades. The people that stumbled into his world often drifted out just as quickly. They simply didn’t scare as easily anymore, and none of them gave a second thought to the man with the ratty fedora and red and green striped sweater, much less spread the fear to their friends.

He simply had to adapt, and Krueger was a man that could devise a solution to this dilemma quite easily. It would take time and the right target, but all would fall into place again, just as it had many years ago. Only a matter of time and he would be back in business.

It didn’t take long for a fly to land in the spider’s web. He didn’t interact with her the first few times she slid into his dream world, taking great care not to spook her away. The time he spent watching her was to gather every scrap of information he could. Her fears, her desires, every thought that flit across her mind as she spent her sleeping hours fantasizing about what she truly wanted. And what she wanted surprised even a man like himself.

He pegged her for college age, a tad older than his usual prey. She was cute in an innocent, naive sort of way, perfect for his intentions. And her plump figure was a nice little addition as well, a body he could really sink his claws into.

But what really held his stunned curiosity were the content of her dreams. This sweet innocent thing consistently fantasized about losing her virginity. And not to any particular man, like a boyfriend or a crush. No, it was perhaps a revolving door of different older men that she dreamt about, whether they were people she knew or they were celebrities, Freddy had no idea. But he knew for certain he wanted to keep pursuing the mind of this woman, and watch her deepest desires fulfilled in her dreams.

All of her dreams followed a similar scenario, whether it took place in her bedroom or elsewhere. Older men with beards, silver hair, tattoos, hairy chests, broad shoulders, some tall, some short, some muscular, some thicker, with large hands that would hold her open as they ravished her body. They would all whisper lewd things to her, telling her how they would take her virginity. Some were gentle while others were firm, depending on what her mind desired at that moment. They would touch every inch of her body, always paying attention to her soft breasts and her soaked lower lips, while she cooed and whimpered as they ate her out. And then they would fuck her in every position imaginable. She must have enjoyed dirty talk, as every scenario involved them praising her up and down, worshipping her, telling her what a good little babygirl she was.

The sight of such debauchery would leave a wide grin plastered over Freddy’s marred skin, his libido raging ever higher at every performance he viewed. He so desperately wanted to turn the dream to his favor, but he had to lie in wait for the right opportunity. It would come eventually.

When he first made contact with her, he transformed himself into one of the men she dreamt of. He didn’t often stay in another form for too long without transforming back to scare his victim, so it was an uncomfortable experience wearing the skin of one of these handsome, older men. Yet she couldn’t tell the difference, performing for him just as she normally would have. He indulged himself, letting her yank at his silver hair while he lapped up her honeyed juices. So long since he tasted from a willing partner, or as willing as this one could be given the circumstances. It was hard containing himself when he entered her, her legs locked around his waist in a vice grip as she tossed her head back and revelled in the pleasure. He even let her curl up to him after as she fell asleep within the dream. He waited patiently until she had left his realm before jumping back up and shedding the skin of the other man, shuddering to himself as if he had just touched something revolting.

He carried on with that for a few more times, until he decided it was time to test what she was capable of handling next. She had been growing bored of her usual dream man, so her mind was susceptible to suggestion. So when he donned the appearance of the man he used to be, long before the fire, she was confused at first and yet accepted him. He was certainly her type, though his thinning red hair was something different than her usual fantasies. He could tell she warmed up to it by the way she ran her fingers through it when he kissed her. Her body fit so lovely against his as he knelt above her, groaning as he sunk within her tight heat. Her fingers ran up and down his smooth skin, a body that was his and yet not. His bare hands could grip her as his hips bucked into hers, everything so accessible to him. Not even his wife had been this exquisite, even at her very best. Eyes rolled to the back of his head as he groaned deeply, praising her on how well she took him. That adorable smile, the smile she made when she had been so thoroughly and enjoyably fucked beyond her wildest dreams by Freddy fucking Krueger, almost drove him to start another round. But this was enough for tonight. There would be many more opportunities.

The longer the charade went on, the antsier Krueger got. This wasn’t his typical behavior. He would have sooner called himself a coward for hiding behind a revolving mask of men just to lure one single woman, but he couldn’t help it. The feeling of fucking her was like a drug, and he was damn sure things would change as soon as he revealed himself. But the real question was why he even cared? Perhaps it was that she would make things harder. Or even worse, he might have grown feelings for her. The thought made him want to retch. He had feelings for no one.

He resolved that when she fell asleep next, he would finally take her.

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For the woman, it started like every other fantasy she'd been living recently. Her dreams over the last few months had become so much more lucid. She woke up hornier than usual, and on a few occasions discovered she had orgasmed in her sleep. It was embarrassing, and yet they were some of the best she had ever had. She thought it was nice to wake up the next morning feeling fully refreshed after her dreamworld trysts.

But this time was different. It was almost as if there was a heaviness in the air, but she couldn’t fully place it. The ginger haired man she had dreamt about recently was here though, waiting for her. She had conjured him out of nowhere a week ago, but wasn’t sure how. Never had she encountered a man like him before, so how could she have thought him up from thin air? He was simply an odd entity from the recesses of her brain and had no reason to believe otherwise.

He waited for her in the entrance of what was most likely a bedroom. A grin flashed as he glanced her over, admiring the nightgown that hugged her form. With a simple coaxing of his finger, he commanded, “Come here, babygirl.”

A shiver shot through her spine, and she did as he asked, stepping closer to him until he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush to his body. Her fingers clutched to his weird red and green striped sweater, focusing more on the ravishing kiss than on his unique fashion choices. His free hand wrapped around the hair on the back of her head, pulling just enough to be firm but not too painful. Whoever this dream man was, she wished he were real. He knew everything she wanted and more.

When he pulled away, the smile he gave her made her uneasy. Even with his pleasant expression, his eyes showed no emotion. It was like the smile didn’t reach them, instead putting on a facade. But before she could think about it any further, he spoke honeyed words to her, “I have a surprise for you darling, you’ll be sure to love it.”

There was no time to question him, as he immediately swept her into the room, the door slamming behind them. She jumped, and yet he didn’t even flinch. She was starting to grow skittish, nervous. Things weren’t as they seemed at yet she was sure nothing bad would happen. It was her dream, after all.

All of a sudden he was on top of her, pinning her to the bed, pawing and grabbing at every inch of skin as he peeled the gown from her body. Her nerves settled once more, allowing herself to relax in his arms, knowing that she was safe. It was her fantasy, her dream. He would never betray her, she was ultimately the one in control of him. The only reason he knew her desires so well was because he was from her head. That’s all.

And then another set of hands wrapped around her wrists and pulled them from her body. Her eyes shot open, staring in shock at the sight before her. It was two disembodied hands that ripped forth from the mattress and had grabbed her. How was she supposed to respond to that?

But then she looked up as she heard a dark chuckle above her, her eyes widening as the ginger haired man had turned into someone else. His skin was burnt, his wide smile pulled across his face in malicious glee. The sweater was now ratty and worn, and an equally dingy brown fedora rested upon his head, the shadows covering his eyes but not the hungry glint that he cast down at her.

Her gaze travelled to the glove that had appeared on his right hand, like a shop project from Hell. Over a normal brown mechanic’s glove he had formed metal plates on the back of his hand, extending to the fingers and from there fastening long blades to each finger, creating a fearsome clawed hand. She gulped as his fingers twitched, an amused sound coming from him as he watched her flinch.

It then dawned on her that she was pinned beneath this man, exposed completely to him except for the gown that was still bunched up around her waist. But the blades on his hand could easily rid her of that. And from the look in his eyes, he planned to.

“What’s wrong, babygirl,” he sneered, the pet name sounding tainted on his lips. “I thought you liked it when a man took charge?”

Her breath was caught in her throat, unable to form a response. She simply laid beneath him, not sure whether this was really a dream or not. It felt too vivid, too real. She would never be able to come up with something like this man on her own. Even then, the thought dawned on her that he looked familiar. Behind his wretched face, he still shared those ice blue eyes and his hooked nose with the ginger haired man.

“I don’t understand,” she whimpered. She couldn’t fathom what all of this meant, if it was supposed to mean anything at all.

He simply chuckled, bringing his blades slowly down to her skin. She squeezed her eyes shut, expecting pain to come. But the only sensation she felt was a single cool blade against her skin, gently trailing down her body without leaving a mark. When she dared opened her eyes, she saw he was trailing the blades down her skin from the blunt side. Her breath hitched when he brought a single blade up her chest, coming to a stop beside her nipple, already becoming taught from the cold. She turned her head to the side in shame, trying her best to hide herself from him. But that didn’t stop him, if anything the action spurned him further. He groaned obscenely, his thighs tightening around her hips, and she could feel how hard he was through his pants.

She wanted so much to scream, to struggle, to fight him off. But she didn’t want him to grow angry with her and hurt her more than she expected he would tonight. She hoped her submission would please him, and judging by his arousal, it certainly was.

He sucked in a sharp breath, a second finger blade flicking out to join the other. She flinched again, and watched in a mixture of fear and arousal as he tenderly pinched her nipple between the two blades. He watched her expressions through hooded eyes, grinning as she struggled to cope with the new sensations.

“You’ve been very good to me, sweetheart.” His free hand groped at her other breast, pinching the nipple more firmly than her other one, causing her to whimper. The feeling of his burnt hand along her soft skin was new, the texture adding new sensations that she had no idea how to feel about. “Always such a good little girl. I know you’ll do everything I ask you.”

The more he spoke, the more her body began to conflict with her mind. Here was this nightmarish man on top of her, biding his time before he assaulted her. And yet, she couldn’t help how much her core grew hot at every sweet word that came from his mouth. He was right, she wanted to be a good girl for him, whatever that meant. The thought scared and thrilled her in ways she couldn’t begin to fathom.

“Why me?” she asked, her lip quivering as she tried to speak.

He sneered down at her, never once hesitating in pinching and pulling at her nipples. “What can I say? I have a special place in my heart for the cute, innocent ones.” He groaned again. “And the tits are a great bonus.”

He suddenly pulled back from her, simply staring down at the sight before him. “Daddy’s been waiting months for this moment. And Daddy always gets what he wants. Isn’t that right?”

At first she didn’t register it as a question. But his blades neared her throat, and as he leaned down until he was right in front of her face, he growled, “Isn’t it?”

“Yes,” she gasped, the blades pressing just hard enough to pinch the skin of her delicate throat.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He grinned and pulled back from her, letting her breathe again. “Good girl,” he cooed. “But as fun as being your Daddy is, I need you to become familiar with another name. A name you’ll be screaming as I fuck you so hard into the bed you’ll wake up fantasizing about the next time you fall asleep. That you’ll tell your friends and spread my name as far and as wide as you can.” He paused for a moment, as if relishing the thought. “Only you can help me get back to the power I once was. You would do that for me, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she repeated again, and he chuckled.

“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me. Now, repeat after me,” he said, pressing his gloved hand to his chest as if reciting the pledge. “Freddy. Krueger.”

“Freddy Krueger.” Saying the name sent a pleasurable chill up her spine.

“Good girl,” he cooed. He adjusted himself so that her thighs were propped up in his lap, grinding himself against her slowly, watching her twitch and whimper. “Yes, my good little girl. But I have a feeling you’re my good little slut too, hmm?”

He gripped her hip with his bare hand and quickly drug his blades down the remainder of her nightgown, tearing it to shreds. She yelped, but he left her unscathed. “Most women are disgusted by the sight of me. About what I want to do to them. They run and scream and yet I always get them in the end. But you want me. You still want this old burned dream demon to fuck you senseless. How much do you want to bet when I pull away these panties you’re going to be soaking and ready like the little whore you are?”

Her face burned in shame and he smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said before yanking away the remaining scraps of fabric from her body, leaving her completely vulnerable to his touch. He laughed darkly as he looked down, admiring her before immediately rubbing her sensitive clit against the front of his pants, watching her juices soak into them while she whined so cutely.

“This is why I love young women. Takes almost nothing to get them all wet and ready.” He tapped the back of his blade against her clit, revelling in the obscene noises that left her mouth. “All ready for Freddy.”

She wasn’t prepared for how quickly he entered inside of her, a low groan escaping her mouth as her body arched from the bed. She struggled against the hands at her wrists, the sensation of being completely bent to his will was an intoxicating thrill that she couldn’t describe. He grunted above her while he adjusted himself into place, letting out a low groan when he finally bottomed out, staring down at her form as she writhed beneath him.

“This. This is what I wanted. Such a good little whore for me.” With every shallow thrust she cried out again, those noises he so craved. “So long have I been waiting to fuck your little cunt in my true body.”

He placed his glove beside her head, her eyes were drawn to it for a brief moment before he began to set a ruthless pace on her. She cried out and he watched in glee as she threw her head back in the moment, absolutely loving everything he was doing to her.

“And your cunt knows me so well. Even in other forms, it knows exactly who really owns it.” He smiled as she began to look up at him with a confused expression, or as confused an expression one can make while on the brink of ecstasy. “Oh, did you not know?”

He smiled darkly, leaning down to her body as he continued to fuck her. Whispering in her ear, he gleefully explained, “I’ve been fucking you for months now, sweetheart. You thought you were fucking your fantasy men, but I was there, watching, wanting. Then one day I slid right into that sweet cunt and you’ve been coming for me ever since.” His free hand went to circle her clit, leaving her in an orgasmic panic. “This cunt belongs to me. I popped that sweet little cherry of yours and now you’re mine. You wanted to be Daddy’s little girl?” He leaned forward to growl in her ear. “Here he is.”

The rest was a blur. She barely registered the true horror of the situation as she was coming undone right under his fingers. Her whole body clenched and seized, her pleasure awash over her. At first there was a moment of silence, and then a loud keening wail from her throat as her desire peaked. Freddy was the only word she knew in that moment, and she screamed it like a mantra as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm. He only managed a few more thrusts in her tightening walls before he spilled inside her, his hot seed filling her up and mingling with her own juices. She couldn't remember her wrists being let free but she was suddenly aware that she clutched to the back of his sweater, riding out the waves that kept hitting her. Eventually the two were finally reduced to a silent, trembling pair, panting and gasping for air.

And just like that he was gone, and she was awake in her own bed. She sat straight up in bed, her body drenched in a cold sweat as she looked around the room as if he would pop out at any moment.

“Only you can help me get back to the power I once was. You would do that for me, wouldn’t you?”

His voice still echoed clearly in her ears. “Freddy Krueger.” The name was strange yet felt right. She was his, and while she wasn’t sure if she liked it or not, she was content with the idea.

For a brief moment her breath caught as a thought crossed her mind. Slowly, she peeled the sheets from her body and parted her thighs to look at herself. More than her own juices spilled out from her, and the reality of it spurned a new desire in her. A desire to give into him, to help him, and he would reward her and praise her in return.

She would be his good girl.

#sherry's fall into you challenge #freddy krueger #freddy krueger fanfic #freddy krueger fanfiction #a nightmare on elm street #my fanfiction

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That scene had to be the wildest amount of chemistry Jason and Hale have had all series, tbh. Which says a lot, given how much they actually have. But it works so well with what their characters are going through!

Honestly the whole thing was just… so much. Jason and Hale’s chemistry works on so many different levels to build tension. This was for sure one of my favorite scenes of the season and I just wanna scream about it forever so pls excuse me while I go off the deep end just a lil here:

First of all, we have Q clearly researching himself to the point of exhaustion, falling asleep with his book when he just can’t keep his eyes open anymore. And like… mood. We’ve all been there, babe. College was a nightmare. I imagine trying to save the love of your life from a god-killing monster is maybe a lil worse. Maybe.

And when the monster shows up and wakes him

Quentin can hardly stand to look at him. And the way that Jason always plays Q’s hesitance to look him in the face, the eyes–it’s a monster with his face and eyes–is BRILLIANT and my most favorite thing.

And what’s the first thing the monster greets him with? The symptoms of his body–Eliot’s body–going through withdrawal from all the substance abuse he’s put it through in recent days. And the fact that what he really really really wants is… more drugs.

Everything about Q’s face here kills me

He’s soft and exhausted and at the end of his rope honestly. And it’s clear he has zero leads, but when the Monster threatens to start using again

He thinks fast and is like, hey… globus crucigers are probably magical and maybe they’re god-powered??????? Maybe?????? Please don’t hurt my husband’s body anymore???????????????

And when that doesn’t work… he knows he’s just got to buy himself more time. And to see Q go from I WILL BURN YOU TO THE GROUND to

gently pleading with this thing that’s holding Eliot captive… I think he’s beginning to realize his leverage isn’t what he thought it was when he was so fired up and ready to fight. And that is… probably going to lead to some not very good things. I’ve been wondering if we’re going to see everyone realize what a terrible idea this is soon, leaving Q all alone to figure this out for himself… leaving him alone to make some truly terrible decisions on behalf of the thing wearing Eliot like a cheap suit. IDK. We’ll see. Quentin Coldwater might just bring about the apocalypse saving the man he loves. This seems like a very Quentin Coldwater thing to do.

anyway T E N S I O N

tension that’s an entirely different animal in the context of Quentin being in love with Eliot. The monster in Eliot’s body breathing down his neck. The calculation that Q makes to look back at him, even though looking him in his stolen eyes is the very worst thing. And these two played it masterfully. And I am so excited to see where this arc goes from here.

#the magicians #queliot #otp: proof of concept #the magicians spoilers #kchante #you never asked for this but i have Feelings

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My fic masterlist

Here I’ve listed all my fics - list is constantly updated. Here you find the summaries and ratings - fics without an M or E-rating are all G. The ff.net and ao3 links are included in every fic if you click on the link.

I tried to list them in a way that makes most sense... if you’re looking for more specifications like hurt/comfort etc., word count, just click on the link.

Multichapters (there’s only one so far):

Smooth Sailing (With A Chance Of Definite Passion) (M) Set post 3x22 - I wanted to explore the question where the relationship was going without obstacles like Elsa and Marian. Later, though, other obstacles might appear, because as we know - there’s always a crisis. My very first CS fic, 12 chapters.

Fics with three or more parts:

So Far And Out Of Sight (M in the epilogue) A post 3x20 canon divergence in five parts: Zelena’s portal never opens, and so Emma never has the revelation about missing her parents and Storybrooke being her home. She takes Henry back to New York, just like she’s planned, determined to go back to their life during the missing year. But with her blissful ignorance gone and Henry being less than cooperative, it’s not as easy as she thought. And then someone comes knocking at her door, determined to make it even less easy…

Cute Little Heartbreaker (M in part 4) Modern AU in 4 parts: Emma Swan is a vagabond. She never stays in a place longer than for six months. The night before the first day at her new job, she decides she needs a little distraction and walks into a bar looking for a one-night-stand and finds her object of choice in a good-looking guitar player. Oh, and he sings, too. From that moment on, nothing goes as planned.

Never Hurts (M in part 2) Modern AU in 3 parts, based on a prompt: We are coworkers who hate each other, but on the staff Christmas party you drunkenly confessed your feelings for me, and now I don’t know how to act around you (except, Killian knows exactly how to act). This is also a Christmas fic.

You Can Walk Under My Umbrella Modern AU: 3 parts, based on the prompt “I forgot my umbrella and you offered to walk me home in the rain and I thought this would be the beginning of a cute love story but you’re really shit at this oh my god my shoulder is so wet, hold the damn thing properly wth man”

Neverland fics:

Sugar And Spice Killian is preoccupied that Emma endangers herself by eating something she doesn’t know. Turns out, actually it’s something he doesn’t know. Set somewhere pre-kiss.

Trying Something New The Nevengers have arrived on Neverland only shortly ago, when Killian overhears a conversation between Emma and her mother about whether it’s really wise to trust a pirate.

Fair Fight The day before the big showdown with Pan to get Henry back, he finally confronts Emma with the fact that her sword fighting skills are not as good as she thought. Is she willing to take lessons from him?

In Pain, In Need Set after Killian’s betrayal of Ursula. He returns to the accursed island full of more self-loathe than ever. Tinkerbell tries to help.

Not The Time To Be Jealous Observing a conversation between Killian and Tinkerbell causes Emma to think back to Neverland and her jealousy of the fairy.

I Bathe Quite Frequently Emma goes to a lake to refresh herself a little before the final battle with Pan. Killian had the same idea, and she just can’t keep herself from watching.

Christmas fics:

Since We’ve No Place To Go Modern AU: After a car accident in the middle of nowhere of rural Maine, Emma Swan almost freezes to death, but is rescued by a three-legged dog named Smee and his grumpy master Killian Jones who can’t seem to get rid of her soon enough to have his self-chosen hermitage back.

Pardon The Way That I Stare Modern AU: When Emma Swan meets Killian Jones, he seems to be too good to be true. Good she doesn’t have to ponder over it, but then she meets him again.

Home Alone or How The Grinch Found Christmas Modern AU: Emma Swan and Killian Jones both planned to visit their siblings for Christmas… both were thwarted by the weather. Does it have to be a lonely Christmas for them?

And A Teaspoonful Of Love The first Christmas Day dinner at Emma’s and Killian’s new house, and Killian and Snow get into a fight over the perfect recipe for Christmas Pudding. Will this end well?

Belated Gifts (M) Holiday smut about unwrapping the wrong gifts.

Mistletoe And Wine (M) More holiday smut. Emma is giving Killian a hard time while putting up their first Christmas tree. Until he has enough.

Let Your Heart Be Light Killian and Emma are about to celebrate their first Christmas together and realize that it’s their first truly happy one.

Dark One fics:

Dark One Lies, Dark One Tricks A spec fic about Dark Killian having a secret agenda, and that is to save Emma and destroy the darkness.

It Creeps Up In You The fight of the darkness Vs. the light inside Emma, a spec fic written from the darkness’s POV.

Broken Toy What if the Dark Swan wasn’t able to save Killian in time after he jumped off the roof in 5x08?

Exit Light, Enter Night, Take My Hand (M) Killian is still trying to find a way to save the Savior gone dark. A spec fic written before we knew that he was a Dark One, too.

Other one-shots or two-parters, smutty (some are M, some E, some in between):

In My Wildest Dreams Emma just can’t get enough of Killian - quite literally. And that leads to her having a dream. And it’s wild. But also loving. (This is a threesome fic, so skip it if that’s not your thing. But it only happens in a dream, if the sort-of-cheating aspect is what puts you off.)

Corruption And Consequences Driving lessons taking a turn? Idk my dudes, this is basically pwp, slightly kinky.

In The Good Way Yes, this is what you think it’s about. Handcuff shenanigans at the sheriff’s station.

Just Another AU Emma Swan has a stressful job and a demanding family, and sometimes she just needs to unwind. Killian Jones is always willing to help out when he gets a distress call.

In The Wee Hours, part 1 Emma wakes up in the middle of the night, and well… she just goes with the flow. This is very tender pwp.

In The Wee Hours, part 2 Killian wakes up from a pleasant dream only to find he isn’t really dreaming. Still very tender pwp.

A Hard Day’s Night Emma sends Killian an indecent selfie, and like Regina once said: never thinking of the consequences…

Fuzzy Feelings A neat pile of smuff, Killian’s fuzzy butt is the heart of this ficlet.

Where We Belong Set between 5x21 and 5x22, pretending there’s at least one day of peace to breathe and take care of some wounds before hell breaks loose again. Killian and Emma deal with the aftermath of being the Dark Ones.

Do You Think Of Me? Killian comes home from a sailing trip unexpectedly early and finds Emma engaging in a little self-love.

Up To No Good Emma claims that Killian is predictable. But is it really wise to challenge a pirate?

Consider Living A Life During the peaceful 6 weeks: When Killian doesn’t show up, Emma goes looking for him nervously - and walks in on him when he’s just leaving the shower, seeing him naked for the first time.

It’s In His Kiss Killian’s fingers are even talented enough to braid Emma’s hair. And there’s more.

The G-spot Killian learns something new about the modern world every day. For example, what a g-spot is.

That Damn Bar Wench I Kissed What if Killian actually remembers the encounter of his past self with Emma in the Enchanted Forest?

A Birthday To Remember Emma finds out by accident when Killian’s birthday is. He doesn’t want any fuss over it. Emma and Henry are having none of that. Set in season 4, before Killian got his ship back.

A Few Planks, A Sail, And A Red Vest After Killian gets his ship back, he and Emma inspect it and, when Emma finds a certain garment she remembers, reminisce on their adventure in the Enchanted Forest.

All Of The Hell I Had To Walk Through Set after 4x11 - how it should have gone after Emma restored Killian’s heart.

Other one-shots or two parters, non-smutty:

It’s Forever A ficlet set roughly in the peaceful six weeks between 4A and 4B. Smee is surprised when his Captain approaches him for a chat.

What His Captain Needs A ficlet set in 3x17. After his unsatisfying talk with Killian, Smee watches his Captain from afar talk to Emma Swan and her son. And suddenly he understands a few things.

Lay Your Weary Head To Rest Missing scene from 5x21. Right before moving on from the Underworld Killian meets his father. Can they forgive each other and find closure?

Hook’s Smooth An ode to Killian’s body hair... and Emma’s obsession with it.

A Sorrow That Never Was Said Snow discovers something about Killian's childhood and uses the occasion to assure him of his place in their family.

Not Today Killian’s state of mind right before he follows Emma through the portal in 3x21.

A Vision Softly Creeping Set post-wedding: Killian keeps having nightmares he can’t quite remember. With Dr. Hopper’s help, he discovers one of the reasons for them, and that might require a painful, in-depth talk with Emma.

It’s You Set in 4x16: A continuation/divergence of the conversation Killian and Emma have about the wooden man child.

The Man You Want To Be Set after 6x10. Killian tells Emma story how he found out that he had a little half-brother. Yeah, painful.

Thirteen Snow just wants to make sure that Emma is really happy. Slightly crack-ish fic about Emma being grilled by a curious Snow in the style of “Was there a goodnight kiss?”

Privacy And Pancakes You’d think Snow has learned not to use her spare key. Well, she hasn’t. And this time, she brought David.

Unhappy Beginnings During the peaceful 6 weeks after Gold’s banishment, Emma is determined to find out more about Killian’s beginnings.

Smiles A little 3x20 canon divergence where Killian is not left out at the hospital but is unexpectedly included.

The Past And All Its Scars After his return from Neverland, Killian finds that Emma has already packed away his belongings, and he’s upset. So much for always believing the best in him. A post 6x17 fix-it fic.

The Life That You’ve Lost Set in 3x12: A drabble about Emma’s thoughts and feelings right before she takes a leap of faith and drinks the stuff the weird leather-clad guy is offering her.

Family, Kind Of Alice Jones from Hyperion Heights, Seattle, comes to Storybrooke, Maine to finally meet the man who looks like her papa’s twin… and to hug the woman who saved his life.

The Way These Stories Go Set between 2x05 and 2x06: A glimpse into Killian’s thoughts and feelings during the walk from the ogre lawn to the beanstalk.

A Part Of Something A post-3x20 canon divergence where Zelena’s portal never opens. Just when Emma has made up her mind about a possible future for herself and Henry in Storybrooke, she discovers that Killian is planning to leave.

Done With You While fighting Hook for the magical compass at Lake Nostos, Emma catches a glimpse of his soft side, and she thinks back to their last encounter in Rumple’s cell…

What This Family Does Killian comes back from Neverland, and some things should not be swept under the rug. Another 6x17 fix-it fic, because I felt that Killian deserved a little more than just being forgiven.

A Favor Returned Modern AU. Emma is scelebrating New Year’s Eve with her girls, and they are having fortune cookies of a special kind. A handsome, but infuriating stranger doesn’t help to lift the mood…

She’s A Marvel Killian wants to propose to Emma and is nervous about her reaction - but first, he has to seek approval from the other important men in her life: David and Henry.

Every Little Thing She Does Post Underworld: Emma’s magic goes haywire every time she and Killian get intimate, causing the power in Storybrooke go crazy. This doesn’t remain unnoticed.

All Hope Abandon Ye Who Enter Here The rescue mission for Killian shows up in the Underworld. But first, they need to convince him that they’re not just one of Hades’s cruel tricks. Written as a spec fic before season 5 aired.

Dexterity Devotee Just a little anatomy study of Killian’s hand.

Not Black And another anatomy study of Killian’s hair.

That’s What They Said It takes Killian and Emma a long time, for various reasons, before they say the three little words to each other. But not really.

Home A little ficlet about the 3x22 kiss from Killian’s POV.

Lullaby Emma wonders why her daughter always wants Killian to bring her to bed.

Persistence Killian and David are sharing a beer and memories about memory losses and how not to break them.

Home Again Cross The Sea Killian takes Emma and Henry on a sailing trip.

Blown Fuses Modern AU in 2 parts: Emma Swan and her son Henry are on holidays in a secluded beach house at Cape Cod, away from people, just like she loves. Unfortunately, there are other beach houses for rent, too, and Henry has taken a liking to their temporary neighbor.

Little Girl Lost While Killian and David bicker, they lose sight of more important things, such as their children.

When You Love Them And They Love You After Emma takes the darkness and disappears, Killian’s first impulse is to set sails and go find her. Mary Margaret wants to convince him that they have to do it together - as a family.

More Than Words Modern AU: After another breakup, Emma moves into a shabby apartment. Every night, she hears someone playing guitar and singing through the air vent. She never believed you could fall in love with a voice.

Save Me From The Nothing I Become Set in 2x14/2x15: What happened after Emma knocked Hook out in New York and chained him in a basement room?

Lie Down With Me A little daddy Killian ficlet.

Sleepless Emma can’t sleep, several talks she had with Killian are weighing on her mind.

Expecting Sequel to Sleepless: Killian’s reaction to Emma’s news.

Rotten A little 4x11 divergence where Emma defeats Gold and restores Killian’s heart and assures him that it is, indeed, not rotten.

Black As The Devil, Hot As Hell Sequel to Rotten: Emma and Killian go on their second date. This time, the loft isn’t as crowded as the last time, and so she invites him in, for coffee.

#cs ff #cs #captain swan #cs fic #cs ff rec #my ff list #my ff

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