#Cora Frost

[atonalginger]

WIP Wednesday and a big update to Reclaiming Home

yes I'm doing another massive update because it's all been sitting banked and I'll feel better once it's out. Also, because it's Wednesday and this is my main WIP atm so boom, two birds and all that jazz.

tagging the coemancer crew, @silurisanguine, @fangbangerghoul, @staticpallour, @eridanidreams, @bearlytolerant, @aro-pancake, @lisa-and-shadow, @a-cosmic-elf, @order-of-the-eye, @toxiclizardwrites and anyone I might have forgotten <3 here's a snippet of the WIP that was posted to ao3 below. To start from the beginning of the update (chapter 5-11 is the big update) click here.

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Cora stared back at the monitor, at her unfinished letter, “when I was younger I tried really hard to get him and my mom back together. I didn’t want things to change. I liked having my dad more but I was still scared of the changes. She just stopped coming around and I tried really hard to rebuild my family.”

“Changes are scary,” Frost agreed.

“I know my dad and Doc are trying to take it slow, to start over. I don’t want him to think I’m trying that again with Doc. I don’t want them to think I’m trying to rush them.” Cora felt her voice going shaky and she didn’t like it. Big girl, no tears.

“You could tell them that,” Frost reasoned, “it doesn’t matter the original purpose of the album, it’s just pictures now.”

“I like Doc a lot,” her voice broke and she stopped, trying to stop the emotions from coming.

“That’s natural, she’s a delightful soul,” Frost said.

Cora laughed, a tear breaking through, “Right?”

“Why does that make you sad?” Frost asked.

“I don’t want to drive her away too,” Cora whimpered and pulled her knees up to her chest, sitting in a tight ball on the big chair.

“I don’t see that happening, little bookworm,” Frost assured her.

Cora hugged her shins and steadied her breathing. Hearing that from Frost was comforting and she was trying to hold onto his words, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Anything,” Frost said. He leaned against the wall, his arms relaxed at his sides.

“Do you remember my mom?” she asked, “Have you ever met her?”

“I have,” Frost nodded, “I do.”

“Do you think she loves me?” Cora asked, her eyes glued to the monitor.

“I think she loves having a daughter,” Frost said. 

It wasn’t what she asked and yet answered so much. She sniffed and wiped her eyes, letting her legs relax to sit crossed-legged in the chair, “Does she like our secret book club?”

“She is proud of your little secret,” he said.

Another half answer that said so much with so little, “Do you think she’d notice if I stopped picking books? If I stopped?”

“Yes,” Frost nodded.

“Thank you,” Cora said as she went to finish her letter, “I should get this done while we’re closer to the FC satellite so it’ll get to her faster.”

“May I ask you a question?” Frost asked.

“Yeah,” Cora looked over.

“Do you enjoy your secret book club?” he asked.

Cora sat quiet, pondering his question. They’d started the book club as a way of sharing one of Cora’s interests and giving them more to talk about. Mom wanted it to be a secret because mom mentioned her dad not liking it, which Cora thought silly but then again they fought so much whenever they talked that it was possible. She didn’t like keeping that secret from her dad, she felt bad every time she lied about it, but it was what mom wanted. 

Then there was the fact that mom took so long to read the books Cora picked. She knew her mom was busy with work but she was pretty sure it was actually taking so long because her mom didn’t like the books. She frowned, “I wish it didn’t have to be a secret.”

Frost nodded, “secrets can weigh heavy on the soul.”

[thecoramaria]

Hi Cora, I saw your videos and they are very helpful. However I have specific question, my fanfiction is about Jack Frost from ROTG. I need someone who would like to hear my ideas so that I can actually write it. I understand if you do not feel comfortable and I look forward to seeing more of your videos.

I'm afraid I can't because I haven't watched RotG in ages and will likely be offering beta-reading as a Patreon tier someday based on survey results (so need to preserve that "brand integrity" or whatever a better, less businessy term for that would be) but I'm tagging this with the character and fandom in case anyone else would like to put up their hand and help out 💖

Glad you find my videos helpful, thou!

[yeyinde]

Seen your layla frost mention - any good dark romance books you would recommend? 👀

oh, absolutely!!! though, fair warning - my ideal dr is a horror/thriller moonlighting as a romance so! def read the warnings.

Little Dove by Layla Frost. Maximo, honestly, is my ideal mmc. cold, collected, cunning, unflappable, with a cruel and sadistic side (but never directed toward the the fmc), and wholly devoted to Juliet on a level that would probably land him in jail irl

Then, Earth Swallowed Ocean (book 1) by Shiloh Sloane

"Southern Gothic Werewolves Fight the Devil" that's it. this is the book for me. Shiloh Sloane is my favourite author. genuinely, truly. i love her writing, i love her characters. i love her for her tiktok bio alone: I write love stories whose trailers would have Ethel Cain music in ‘em. obsessed with her. i stalk her daily on insta and tiktok. but the book: it's more horror erotica than DR, but to be totally honest, this is so far up my alley, it was practically written for me. werewolves, the devil, smut, an INSANE mmc (obsessed, mean, possessive), a strong fmc, and it's set in post WW2 Appalachia. instant fave. when i die, bury me with this book.

Cracked Blue Sky (book 2) by Shiloh Sloane

features a native fmc and i know Shiloh Sloane is white, but how she shapes Howie Black Elk was pretty realistic. i loved how much she reminded me of a few cousins, aunties. love this book!!

Snuff by Bonny Capps

dark horror erotica that you absolutely should heed the warnings to. i loved it. 5*. but it does end up on several dnf lists for being brutal and disgusting. fmc goes to Russia to discover her roots, is taken by the Bratva to feature in their "passion projects" (snuff films!), but the mmc decides he wants her all to himself. if you're queasy about totally irredeemable mmcs (sadistic, vile, possessive, obsessed, cruel), then this probably is not for you, but lucky for me, i'm into that. def on my "i couldn't look my therapist in the eye for a while" collection, though.

Lemonade by Nina Pennacchi. mmc is irredeemable (cruel, vile, obsessed). historical romance (Victorian). also on the collection. Little Mouse by Emily Rose. mafia. age gap. A Stone's Throw by Stevie Sparks. age gap (dad's best friend. Scottish hero. auction. weird rich people doing weird rich people shit. God Of Vengeance by Michelle Heard. age gap. mafia. found family. i re-read the bound series this week and my favourites are Bound by Vengeance (Growl and Cora), Bound by Duty (Dante and Valentina), and Twisted Pride (Remo and Serafina). anything by Lilith Vincent. Brutal Husband is dropping in October and i cannot wait. The Devil's Vice by Mindy Paige. trauma bonding. motorcycle gang. age gap. Little Stranger by Leigh Rivers. revenge (fmc sends mmc to prison and he gets out and comes for her). insane mmc. Spectre by Shiloh Walker. kidnapping. violence. neuro-atypical fmc. Slashed by Thalia Sanchez. fmc wants to become a Final Girl. Slasher!mmc gives her just that.

also, not a romance but if you're into dark books with compelling characters, Break Her by BG Harlen was sooo good!!!! the premise is that a professional rapist is sent to break the fmc and it's such a good psychological thriller. def not for everyone though. A Beautiful Evil by Eris Belmont has no HEA but a very brutal and malicious mml. God's Eye by Ansa Reads is brutal. loved it, dgmw. but it's def not for the faint of heart.

[veryace-ficrecs]

Saw your marineford fix it rec list. Loved the fics so much. Do you have any fic recs where corazon lives? I love that dead man so much

Hi! I'm so glad you liked the list, of course I can do that for you!

Here are some

Corazon Lives Fic Recs

I've separated it out in two ways. One where the fix happens through someone going back in time or across dimensions, so they come from a world where he did die. and I separated out the shippy content, as a lot of these works are LawLu. Hope you enjoy!

Time/Dimension Travel:

No Ship:

Stirring Up a Storm by Syluk - Rated T

The last thing Law remembered was dying. Yet now he found himself staring at a familiar face. A face that belonged to a person long dead, but very much alive again. Cora-san. If this was a second chance, Law would do anything to save him, to protect his smile and his kindness, or die trying.

Lionheart by cyan96 - Rated T

The light overhead isn't from Minion island's overcast sky but instead a steel plated ceiling shining down fluorescence, glass and plastic bottles rattling on shelves against the walls. Everywhere there's monitors and familiar machinery and the distinct tang of antiseptic, sharp beyond the memory sense of blood and snow. For half a second Law looks at it all very blankly and thinks, What The Hell. Is he dreaming. Is he hallucinating. Is he just plain dead. His sight-line completes the rotation of this impossibility to fall upon speckled jeans and a long sweeping coat. And the man standing in front of Law has the blankest expression Law's ever seen. And the man standing in front of Law has Law's father's face. Underneath Law's blood-slicked fingers, Cora-san's pulse shudders. (This is a story where the past and the present collide. Wherein thirteen year old Trafalgar Law and twenty-six year old Rocinante tumble sideways through time-space via the blue desperation of a newly eaten devil fruit, from Minion island to a future distant. Right, unwittingly, onto the submarine deck of a another Law shortly after Doflamingo’s fall.)

A World So Quiet by scarlet_thunder - Rated T

Snowflakes float gently in the air. Law has no idea when it started snowing. There is frost forming around the railing, almost reaching his fingers. Everything seems too calm. An odd sense of dread fills Law as they approach the island. He should finally feel at peace. It all just feels too familiar. Another winter island over a decade ago, it was snowing back then as well.   After defeating Kaido and Big Mom, the Heart pirates momentarily part ways with the Strawhats. They find themselves sailing towards a small winter island in the New World. The island is coated in a heavy blanket of snow, making everything eerily quiet. In the forest, Corazon feels like the last thread of life he is hanging onto is slowly slipping away. Or, Corazon lives.

blame it on the grand line by jsjsjs - Rated G

No matter how many times he tried to push them away, images of Flevance resurfaced. (in which 13-year-old law gets time zapped to a post-wano polar tang and chaos ensues, resulting in two thoroughly angsty trafalgars, twenty highly confused heart pirates, and later on, one wholesome dad rosinante).

Stasis by petiteneko - Rated G

Unbeknownst to Law, Corazon did not actually die that day. Twelve years later, he learns the truth of what really happened.

Testimonial by owl_beans - Rated G

It's too good to be true. Cora-san couldn't be alive. Shouldn't be alive. Law isn't going to believe this perfect impostor until he proves beyond a doubt that he really is Cora-san. And even if he is, what does it mean for Law?

LawLu:

Rainbow Mist by vindobonensis - Rated M

On the way to Zou, the Barto-Club and the members of the Strawhats they have on board come across an odd Grand Line phenomenon - a Rainbow Mist. But when Luffy ventures into it, chasing adventure, he returns with something - or rather someone - entirely unexpected. Set after Dressrosa. Not canon-compliant after that. Eventual Law x Luffy.

seesaw by Lolistar92 - Rated G

Rayleigh nods. “Roger explained it after. It’s a trial for those that carry the Will of the D. A chance to face your greatest life’s regret. Change destiny.” Law’s brows scrunch together. “This isn’t my -”  he pauses, something clicking. “We switched.” Or, the Pirate King cannot have regrets.

No Time/Dimension Travel:

No Ship:

Small Changes by SweetScentences - Rated T

Doflamingo and his crew don't touch the treasure chest Law is hidden in. A few other things change too.

Little White Lies by PitViperOfDoom - Rated T

It's not quite an idea, only a piece of one. Barely a notion. But it's something, in the same way that the Ope-Ope fruit is not quite a cure but the first step toward being cured. Cora has given him that much, and the least Law can do is give back.

Red Hair Law by Eraman - Rated T

When Akagami no Shanks hears about a tall blonde man blowing up hospitals he wants to figure out what this is all about. One thing leads to another and now the Red Hair Pirates have two new members and a little kid they all kind of adopt. Especiall Benn and Shanks. Things doesn't start out too smoothly though… who knew being a parent could be so difficult?

To Live Free by KivaEmber - Rated G

Corazon wakes up. Considering he's supposed to be dead, this is pretty confusing.

Spring Storms and Paperwork (and how Sengoku feels about that) by Kasmusser - Rated G

A spring storm rolls in over Marineford leaving Sengoku little to do but paperwork. He mostly just rubberstamps the work of others. He gets a bit of surprise and changes an opinion. Otherwise known as Sengoku thought his son was dead and learns the truth through a bounty

LawLu:

Supportive Granddads United by LannisPuff - Rated T

Garp the Fist, hero of the marines and doting grandfather. One of those two was less known to the world, but certainly a defining trait for those who knew him. So when his precious grandson is suffering from his soulmates unknown illness, Garp is not going to sit idle.

it'll work out fine by stainedXglassXmasquerade - Rated G

Everyone knows strange things happen on the Grand Line. Dreams from an unknown future aren't as common, but, well, Luffy's a D and all the information checks out. In which Garp and Sengoku interfere and collect people as they go, Luffy gets a best friend and two brothers for his birthday, Drake is brought along for the ride, Shanks isn't arrested on sight and Makino is happy that everyone's becoming good friends.

Take out as in on a date, right? by chenziee - Rated G

When Admiral Trafalgar Law was ordered to "take Straw Hat Luffy out," he thought it was strange. But who was he to defy his superiors?

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Naga Father (Araza) x gender-neutral reader - 2

"Just a few kids from school won't hurt, Mr. Araza. You have to give Sam a chance at a normal life," you say in exasperation, shaking some food into your cat's bowl and balancing the phone against your shoulder.

You've been babysitting Sam occasionally for a few months, enough to feel somewhat comfortable with pressing the subject of holding a birthday party for Sam.

"He's not normal," is Mr. Araza's reply, and you grit your teeth for a second before you blow your breath out slowly, forcing yourself to calm down.

"I know you're trying to toughen him up in your own way... But he's going to end up hating you if you don't ease up now and then. Sam is smart, you know. He can figure out how to live in a world of humans on his own."

"I know what's best for my son," Mr. Araza says, and you hear the shuffle of papers in the background.

"Oh, are you working? Did my call interrupt you? Sorry, I'll hang up now. Just think about it, okay?"

Before he has the chance to respond, you hang up.

"He's a tough nut to crack, Ginger," you say to your orange cat who is happily crunching down on his food. "I wonder what happened to make him like that?"

On a whim, you grab your phone and look his name up. There he is, featured in an article from a prominent news station. He was one of the two nagas rescued from a monster trafficking ring that got busted fifteen years ago. There's a picture of him with the other monsters that were rescued. He's staring blankly at the camera, a blanket wrapped around his thin shoulders. The other naga was too weak and passed away in the hospital. Everything makes sense now.

You put your phone down and stare hard at the wall. No wonder he's so fiercely protective of his son and pushing him to survive the best he can. Your phone buzzes and you look down to see a text from your best friend, Cora.

Hi Tobi, it reads, I know this is short notice, but I totally forgot I had a marriage counseling appointment today and we can't leave Annabelle alone! Do you have 2 hours to spare? I made chocolate chip cookies this morning!

A smile curves onto your lips and you type a reply.

I'll be there in 10 minutes

Cora only lives a couple of blocks away, so you end up walking there. Cora and her wife are in the driveway, ready to leave.

"Tobi, you're an angel!" Cora says, coming forward. "I present to you my devil spawn."

Annabelle squirms restlessly in her mother's grip, nibbling on her forearm. The five-year-old had new teeth coming in and apparently, her mother's arm is a serviceable chew toy.

"She's got a ton of energy today," you laugh and scoop her up.

The pup smells like baby shampoo and cookies. You wave her parents off and hoist her onto your shoulder.

"So what do you want to do?" You ask her.

"I want ice cream!" She yells, her knee catching you in the ribs.

"Oof. Isn't it a little too close to lunch?"

"I want a burger too! With cheese!"

"Demanding, aren't you? An alpha in the making for sure. Okay. We'll have burgers and ice cream. Just don't tell your mommy okay?"

She grins and nods. The commercial strip is within walking distance and even if it's a bit far away you figure Annabelle could use a long walk. As you walk together you're making a mental note not to marry a werewolf. Even a half-werewolf would be hyper, but Annabelle is out of this world. She's so bouncy that half the time her feet aren't even on the ground. You're forced to herd her around now and then so she doesn't hop off the sidewalk.

You're relieved when you reach the ice cream shop because it has a fenced-in playground.

"I'm going to make a sandcastle!" Annabelle shrieks, charging towards the sandbox.

"Okay, darling." You grab your phone and text Cora.

Bestie, what's up with Belle today?

Too much sugar :( my bad. I caved and let her have frosted flakes for breakfast Cora texts back.

Oh boy. Then ice cream is going to be a bad idea. Idly you walk up to the swings, wondering how you're going to convince her to get something else. And then you notice Mr. Araza and freeze. He pauses too, looking down at you. You have to put a hand up to your face to hide your grin because he's on the monkey bars. It's sturdy enough to hold his weight, but he looks ridiculous. His son is underneath, head craned up to look up at his father.

"Hello," you say politely.

"Papa is stuck," Sam says, turning to look at you. "Help him, Tobi."

You gulp down a burst of laughter and bite your lip hard, trying not to let your amusement show. Mr. Araza's golden eyes narrow, and his tongue flicks out, tasting the air. His eyes turn into annoyed slits and he lets out a huff. His tail is wound through the rather sophisticated monkey bars, and you can see he's stuck in more than one place.

"How did you even get up there?" You ask.

"I was... Teaching Sam how to climb," he says, and you can't help the small laugh you make this time.

"I do not find this humorous, neither should you," he hisses. "My tail is going numb. If it's not too much trouble, I would appreciate a hand."

You glance down at Sam. "Hey, I brought a friend with me, and she's the same age as you. Maybe you could play together?"

Sam looks doubtfully at Annabelle, who has forgotten about her sandcastle and is digging a hole in the sandbox. Then he nods and shyly slithers over to say hello. You turn back to Mr. Araza and put your game face on.

"How about I make you a deal? Promise to actually think about throwing a party for Sam, and I'll help you."

His pupils widen in shock. "You can't be serious," he scoffs.

You reach out and poke at his tail. "I dunno, Mr. Araza. You seem stuck pretty good."

"For heaven's sake," he rolls his eyes and his shoulders slump a little. "Fine. Quickly now, I look ridiculous."

You grin. "Then it's a deal," you say and walk around him in a slow circle, calculating.

You're not sure how you're going to get him out. The monkey bars are about six feet high, and he's right on top.

"Okay, I think I've got this," you say and begin to climb.

The next ten minutes are the most awkward ones of your life. You almost fall off twice. Mr. Araza twists his upper body to look at you, and his mouth turns down.

"You're going to hurt yourself this way."

"I'm good," you say, hooking your feet against the bars as you grab the thinnest section of his tail at the end. "You've kind of tied yourself into a knot here, mister," you tell him. "Can you move the end of your tail to the left?"

His tail moves, the end of it curling around your wrist.

"Okay," you mumble.

You succeed in freeing that section and move upwards.

"You're not a cat, you know. You can't fit in just any space," you tell him and you wrap your arms around his tail and press your chest against it like you're about to lift something really heavy.

Which is exactly what you're about to do. His tail is a solid hunk of muscle, his scales rasping against your bare arms. Maybe you press a little too hard or something, but he hisses and it's not a  normal hiss. It's a "get your fucking hands off me right now" kind of hiss.

You jerk your hands back. "Sorry, sorry," you say.

You have just touched softer, more sensitive parts of his tail where scales have been ripped away. Naga scales are incredibly hard to damage or remove but after your research this morning, you can guess how that happened.

His claws clank against the bars as he repositions himself. He won't look at you but maybe that's a good thing. If he looks at you, he'll be able to tell that you know.

"Just get on with it," he mumbles, wiping sweat from his forehead.

You take a deep breath and carry on. He doesn't make a single sound after that, not even when you have to pull so hard that he shudders.

"Need some help?" An employee from the ice cream shop calls over, finally having noticed.

"No, I've got it," you call back.

Just one more section to go. Araza is sprawled on the monkey bars, his torso pressing against them. That can't be comfortable. The way he's gone so still and pliant worries you.

"Are you okay?"

He nods, his hair falling over his face.

"Look at me," you command. "Please?"

He darts a furtive glance over his shoulder. His eyes are glassy, like he's partly somewhere else. Not good. Quickly, you balance your feet on the bars and tug. He comes free and falls off the monkey bars with a thud, taking you with him.

"We're okay," you say to Sam and Annabelle, who look up curiously.

"They're playing," Annabelle giggles to her new friend.

Sam looks worried, but then smiles and goes back to playing. You realize your legs are tangled up in his tail and gently extract them.

"You okay?"

He shoots upright, rolling over to the underside of his tail is against the floor.

"I'm fine. Thank you," he says airily, brushing leaves out of his hair.

All signs of vulnerability are gone.

"Great," you say, trying not to sound too bright as you stand up and dust yourself off. "I'm sure you won't do that again," you laugh.

He flexes his claws. "I have learned a valuable lesson. Your human trappings are terrible replacements for trees."

"Try a park next time," you suggest. "Were you here for ice cream?"

"I promised him a reward for his hard work in school. I did not think he would suggest such a ridiculous-"

"We're here for ice cream too!" You say brightly. "How about we all go in and get some?"

If Mr. Araza is about to protest, Annabelle's excited screaming knocks it out of him.

"Please do not tell me that is your child," he says flatly. "She is untrained."

"She's just a kid," you say. "She can be very loud, I'll give her that."

"Come on," you tell the two children, "let's go get ice cream."

Later on, after you've dropped off a sleeping Annabelle- amazingly enough - at her home and gone home with a gift of a box of chocolate chip cookies, you get a call from Mr. Araza.

"I have made up my mind," he says.

"About the birthday party?"

"Yes," he says, and you begin to dance in triumph.

"On one condition," he adds sharply. "I don't know what a party entails. I'll need your help."

"Oh, you don't have to ask twice!" You say happily.

Maybe the upright naga is finally warming up to a little living...

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The amount of times I mention "ice cream" in here, lol! 😭

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Beginnings • A Ranged Blurb

After Hell brought Horror to the Heartland, America’s dirt roads and open woods began to fall to rot and ruin. To prevent further inter dimensional slips, the government dispatched several workers, such as yourselves, to travel the country saving small communities. 

Pairing: special agent!Steve Harrington x special agent!Reader

Wordcount: 1133

Warnings: This is a blurb based on this fic. This is Steve and the Reader's first meeting/assignment. *This blurb contains canon typical violence, including violence toward both main characters, children, and a foster mom. Please read at your own discretion.

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Moodboard • Episode 00: Prologue

The clacking of your heels was drowned out by the chaos of an office. You straightened your blazer and asked the receptionist to point you in the direction of your new field partner. She extended a long nail and offered a kind smile, and you followed her directions around desks and ringing phones and the toss of rubber band balls to a desk near the back corner. 

A man leaned back in his chair, the aluminum groaning under his weight. His ankles were crossed atop the desk, and he was licking pink yogurt off a plastic spoon. 

“Special Agent Steve Harrington?” You asked.

He looked a bit dumfounded, glancing first around the room before sizing you up. His brown hair was a bit unruly, and his shirt had been unbuttoned to reveal a patch of chest hair and a white tank underneath. “Yeah?”

You introduced yourself, extending a hand. 

Steve scrambled upright, tossing his spoon to the desktop and meeting your gesture with a clammy, but firm grip. He grimaced in pseudo-apology, a frown creased between full brows. 

He towered over you, broad shoulders and long limbs. You’d read his file. He’d been given a handful of medals of honor and bravery for his stint on the battlefield, and it showed in his lithe frame, the muscles that roped his exposed forearms, his hunched shoulders. You think you found further evidence in the dark circles beneath his eyes, the scar etched into his lower lip. 

“Owens speaks highly of you.” He said, offering you a seat at the desk. 

You slid another aluminum chair over and watched him toss his yogurt cup and spoon into a nearby trash can. The sting of strawberries and cream tickled your nose. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard Owens say something bad about someone. I think he’d tell a Demogorgon she was beautiful to avoid hurting her feelings.”

Your comment prompted a hesitant smile, and the wag of his head. “Have you been out before?”

“On the field?”

He nodded.

You swallowed. You’d seen one Blight, in your training. Your shoes squelched into barren land. You hadn’t gotten the smell of rot from your nostrils for a week. 

“My expertise is in psychotherapy and deescalations.” You said instead. 

Steve didn’t appear impressed.

You supposed talking people off ledges and removing a shaking hand from a trigger might be a little underwhelming to someone who had fought inter dimensional creatures and people with telekinetic powers. 

“Call came in from Green Bay, twelve-year-old girl convinced her foster brother to eat a box of detergent.” Steve pulled a file from the top drawer and tossed it to the table in front of you. 

Your stomach churned. You’d already read the brief, already seen the photos. This was your job now, time to toughen up.

You nodded. “When do we leave?”

—-

Your hands trembled, aching from the cold. Your snot froze to your upper lip and stung in your nostrils. The wind whipped at your cheekbones, and your boots crunched in the snow. 

“Cora, put the knife down.” The glint of steel shined in your periphery, the knife floating mid-air, held inches from your throat.

Your gaze remained trained on the little girl. The ends of her hair crusted with frost and blood trickled from her upper lip.

The snow around her had been stained red with Steve’s blood. 

“We aren’t here to hurt you,” you explained, hands still raised. “We want to help. We know others like you. Other kids with powers.”

“Meredith told me she would keep me safe,” the girl sobbed, voice echoing across the barren field. 

You released an exhale for the woman you’d found in the kitchen, a foster mom turned puddle. Steve tracked Cora’s bloody footprints across the backyard and through the woods. 

You glanced down at her legs. Her ankles were swollen and purple.

“Meredith called us to help you, Cora. She asked us to take you back with us to our facility in the city. We can introduce you to other kids. We can teach you how to hone your powers.”

“I don’t want to leave!” She screamed, and you felt the weight of the knife against your chest. 

—-

“How’re you doing, really?” Steve elbowed you as you both stepped out of Owens’s office. 

You straightened your blazer, itching at the gauze on your chest.

You signed up for this. You’d done the training. You’d worked with a myriad of mental illnesses in all demographics. You told Owens as much. 

When you didn’t answer, Steve pulled you into an empty board room. That crease etched between his brow, and he leaned to eye level.

“The second you feel like this is too much, I need you to tell me. There has to be trust between us. We’re supposed to have each other’s backs out there and in here.” He emphasized his last words with fingertips to the tabletop. 

You chewed back a remark on how frustrating it had been to travel with him, to work with him, to ask him a plethora of questions that had been shut down. Instead you took a deep breath and said, “How are you doing, Steve? Really?”

He shifted, sat on the table’s edge, crossed his arms across his chest. The shoulders of his blazer raised to tickle the hairs at the base of his neck.

He’d told Owens the same things you had. All in a day’s work. You can’t save everyone. Things that you had echoed despite the churn in your stomach.

Meredith’s body was etched into your eyelids like the blue glow of staring into the sun. You’d slept with four blankets to avoid a chill. 

Steve contemplated your question for a moment before his shoulders released with a sigh. “That sucked. All of those kids will be without a mom. I keep thinking that if we’d gotten there five minutes sooner…”

You shook your head. “There was no way. The flight was delayed. The roads were icy.” You knew better than to blame yourself. You’d been taught better than that.

“You asked me how I was doing,” Steve cut you off. 

You stared back at him, catching the vulnerability in his gaze. You swallowed, nodded. “I keep replaying everything I said to her, wondering if I could have said something different to talk her down.”

Steve shook his head, perfect coif wobbling. “You said all you could. It was actually really impressive.”

Your face warmed at the compliment and shrugged. “Don’t sound so surprised.”

He snorted at this and tapped at your elbow, nodding to a handful of agents walking your way. “Want some lunch? My treat.”

You nodded and let him lead you out of the conference room and down the long hall toward the elevators. Your shoes clacked the whole way. 

Fic Masterlist • Episode 00: Prologue

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⋆❅ Qiqi inspired names/pronouns/titles ! ❆⋆

art by x!

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❄️ names: addie , alice , annie , aspen , birdie , charlie , cinna , clara , coco , cora , daphne , dot , eva , finch , flora , heather , holly , hope , ivette , ivory , jenny , june , juniper , kiki , lacy , lucy , luna , may , memory , mia , milly , mira , nala , nana , naomi , nellie , neva , noel , nola , nora , nova , odette , opal , pandora , poppy , remy , shay , snow , violet , whitney , willa , winter

🤍 pronouns: che/cher/cherish , ?/?s/?self , finch/finches/finchself , ice/ices/iceself , cry/cryos/cryoself , fro/frosts/frostself , nurse/nurses/nurseself , med/medis/mediself , herb/herbs/herbself , vio/vios/violetself , zom/zombs/zombself , sweet/sweets/sweetself , 7/7s/7self , snow/snows/snowself , cold/colds/coldself , mourn/mourns/mournself , death/deaths/deathself , forget/forgets/forgetself , stiff/stiffs/stiffself , mem/mems/memoryself , shy/hyr/hyrself , mort/mortis/mortiself

any other variation pronouns of these may be used , of course !

🪻 titles: she who arose from the frost , her soft and icy embrace , the smallest herb-gatherer , her gentle rigor , she of healing frost , she who wields the adepti’s power , the little jiangshi , the pharmacist’s apprentice , the forgetful nurse

prns and gendered terms may be replaced.

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Happy birthday, Sanji!

I couldn't just let this day go by without posting something special for my favourite boy. Originally, I wanted to write two mini-fics, one with him and Cora and one with him and Luna, but the Cora one got pretty long (surprising, I know), so that's the one you're getting!

This probably takes place quite a while after OPLA season 1, but it's spoiler-free, so enjoy!

Sanji slowly opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings. The sun was barely starting to come up behind the horizon, casting a low light into the men’s bedroom. Time for Sanji to get up. Almost like a marionette on strings, running on instinct alone, he crawled out of his hammock and shuffled over to the closet. He had to dodge around the limbs hanging off Luffy’s hammock – that straw-headed idiot slept like a starfish – but even that was long-since something that Sanji did unconsciously. Swiftly, he picked out a shirt and suit for the day, getting dressed without much thought behind it. He left the top few buttons open and threw his jacket over his shoulder, then made his way to the kitchen.

However, his mind was shaken awake just a little when he saw that there was a light on in the kitchen. Was Luffy trying to sneak food again? No, impossible, he had been sleeping in the men’s room only a minute ago and Sanji definitely would have seen him if he had left. Had he left the light on? Probably not, right? He never did. With furrowed brows, Sanji pushed open the door. But what he saw inside wasn’t what he had expected at all.

When he opened the door, Cora was standing there waiting for him, with a small cake in her hands that was topped off by a burning candle.

“Happy birthday!” she beamed, looking so much prettier than Sanji could ever imagine.

But he just stared with wide eyes, confused and eternally grateful, wondering just how he had gotten this lucky.

“Don’t tell me you forgot,” Cora giggled, a sound that might as well be angelic to Sanji’s ears.

“I did forget, yeah,” Sanji chuckled, finally moving from his frozen state. “I’m not even awake yet, don’t blame me.”

“Well, blow out the candle, before the wax gets anywhere.”

Sanji smiled widely and tossed his jacket over a kitchen counter. He finally walked up to Cora and blew out the candle, just like she had asked. Then, he easily took the cake from her with one hand, placing it down next to them while he pulled her closer by the waist, easing her into a kiss. She tasted vaguely of blueberries, giving him a hunch of what flavor his birthday cake might have, if the blue décor hadn’t already been an indication.

The cake itself was covered in white cream – butter cream, perhaps – but the edges were decorated with a rich blue frosting, its color exactly the same as the little blue candle atop the cake. Dark pink hearts were placed along the top of the cake, held in place by little tufts of blue frosting. The color coordination was perfect. Of course it was. This cake had been made by Cora after all.

When Sanji broke the kiss, Cora sank back down onto her heels with a bright smile, nestling at his collar. He pressed another kiss to her forehead and she felt him smile against her skin.

“Are you happy?” she asked.

“More than happy,” he replied. “This is the best birthday ever.”

Cora laughed. “Don’t say that when you haven’t tasted my baking creations yet.”

“Creations?” Sanji echoed. “You made more?”

“Well, what recipe do you think makes just five tiny hearts? I hid the rest of them in my room so that Luffy wouldn’t find them. They’re not for him.”

“So, your hearts belong to me?” Sanji asked with a wink.

Cora couldn’t help but giggle, a giggle that was so infectious that Sanji had to laugh at his own bad joke.

“Every single one of them,” she promised, sealing it with a kiss to his collarbone as proof.

Sanji ran his fingers along the sewing needle pierced through her ear, moving further back until he reached the hair tie keeping her hair in a bun, tugging lightly at it as a signal. Cora took his hint and brought her hands to the back of her head to let her hair down, giving Sanji a splendid view at her chest in the process.

“How about we put your lovely creation in the fridge for a minute? Wouldn’t want the butter cream to get warm, would we?”

Cora was about to ask how he knew that it was butter cream but instead settled for: “Are you sure? You might not have it all to yourself then.” She knew that tone of his. If she let him remove all distractions now, his hands and lips wouldn’t leave her for a long time to follow.

“We’ve got plenty of time until the others get here,” Sanji said. He always said that. “Besides, I know how to defend what’s mine.”

With that, he placed a kiss on Cora’s forehead and the argument was settled. He swept the cake from its position and motioned it into the fridge without any more protests.

“Just how long did this take to make?” he asked, taking the time to admiring Cora’s work of art once more before he closed the door.

“Oh, not too long,” Cora shrugged, avoiding his gaze.

“Darling…” Sanji sighed, but he couldn’t help but smile. “How long did everything take to make? The cake and the hearts.”

“If I tell you, you’ll just be upset.”

“I won’t be upset. Never, not at you.”

“Can’t you just enjoy this without worrying about how long it took?”

“I’m already worrying,” Sanji said softly, cupping Cora’s face with his hands. “So just tell me how long it took so that I can make it up to you.”

“That’s not how birthdays work.”

“It’s how I work.”

Cora sighed heavily, a smile stuck to her lips. “Fine. It took just over three hours. I had to get the colors just right and-“

“Three hours? You’ve been up since 2 o’clock?”

“1:15, actually, but-“

“No, nuh-uh, no buts. You’re taking a nap after lunch at the latest, okay? Can’t have my sweetheart be too sleep-deprived, can we?”

“No… I would never do that to my prince. I’ll even take Zoro with me, that way he won’t get jealous and you won’t get into fights.”

“That’s my girl,” Sanji hummed, his hands roaming across her waist. “Now, three hours, that’s three times sixty minutes, times sixty seconds, one kiss per second, that’s-“

“Sanji!” Cora gasped, feeling his grip around her tighten.

“Eh, who cares, I’ll just lose count anyway.”

And with that, he started peppering Cora’s face with kisses, leaving her beet-red and giggling.

“Wait, wait,” she squeaked, trying half-heartedly to push him away. “You haven’t even seen your gift yet.”

“I thought this was my gift,” Sanji smirked. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed. You’re wearing that dress that I love so much.”

“I was so scared to stain it.”

“That would’ve been a shame. It really shows off your curves.”

Cora laughed. “Of course it does, because it’s hiding nothing. There’s barely any fabric on it and the skirt is so short that I can’t even bend a centimeter without looking incredibly naughty.”

“Exactly, that’s what I was saying.”

“Pervert.”

“Maybe, but I’m your favourite pervert.”

“That you are. By the way, as soon as you get your hands off me, I’m putting on a cardigan, because I am not walking around the ship like this. We could be sailing into danger at any moment; you know how the Grand Line is – and how our crew is.”

“That means if I never let you go, I’ll never lose this lovely sight?”

“Sanji…”

“Fine, fine… But do me a favor and wear my jacket. You know I love to see you wear it because—”

“— because I look so adorable in it,” Cora completed his sentence.

“Because you look so adorable in it,” Sanji nodded. “I’ll even warm it up for you. Does that sound like an agreement?”

“Anything for my birthday boy… Will you open your real gift now?”

“Anything for the love of my life.”

Sanji slipped into his jacket, then let himself be led over to the dinner table. On its glossy surface sat a square box with a skillfully tied ribbon – the same color as the candle and the frosting on the cake, Sanji noted.

“Go on,” Cora encouraged him. “Open it.”

Carefully, Sanji loosened the ribbon and placed it neatly on the table. Then, he finally opened the lid. Immediately, his eyes lit up.

“Are those—?!”

“Your favourite shoes,” Cora confirmed. “Those that you wanted to throw out because they were damaged. Well, a copy of them.”

“They look the exact same! This is incredible!”

“Well… They’re not the exact same. Take a closer look.”

Carefully, Sanji lifted one of the shoes out of the box, twisting it in his hands. When he still couldn’t figure it out, he raised an eyebrow at Cora. With a giggle, she wrapped one of her hands around one of his, placed his fingers onto the tip of the shoe, and pressed down. The shoe didn’t budge!

“Steal caps?” Sanji gasped. “But it’s so light.”

“That’s because it’s not steel, it’s titanium,” Cora explained. “Kick people as much as you like, set yourself on fire if you want, but these shoes aren’t going to be damaged anytime soon.”

“You’re wonderful,” Sanji smiled, gently kissing her temple.

“There’s more… Look, the box is taller than that.”

Really, Sanji found that there was a sort of platform in the box that protected whatever was beneath it from the weight of the shoes. He lifted it out of the box and placed both shoes neatly on it, then looked at what else his princess had gifted him with. His smile wouldn’t leave his face as he took a brand-new shirt out of the box, subtle details of embroidery scattered across the fabric. Beneath it was a new suit jacket with the matching pair of trousers.

“I figured you deserved a new one,” Cora just shrugged, as if tailoring a full suit wasn’t hours upon hours’ worth of work.

But at the very bottom of the box sat the grand finale: A dark blue vest with intricate yet subtle details. Sanji lost his breath at the sight and his eyes sparkled like gems. As he lifted it out of the box, the details on the vest gave off a slight fuchsia shimmer. Not only that, but Sanji noticed that the pattern of swirls and waves included a little signature, placed on the left pocket: A sewing needle with three earrings dangling from it.

“Don’t tell me…?” Sanji whispered, his eyes becoming glossy with tears.

“Mhm,” Cora just hummed, pressing her lips together, trying to control her excitement.

“No, you didn’t…”

“Mhm. Hand-painted. Every last detail.”

“Cora, you’re incredible,” Sanji gasped, wiping a tear from his face.

He placed down the vest with utmost care, then pulled Cora into a tight hug, lifting her off the ground and into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, absolutely certain that he wouldn’t ever drop her or let her go.

“What have I ever done to deserve you?” Sanji asked softly before gently locking lips with her.

“You’re you,” Cora replied when they parted, leaning into him once again, continuing between slow, intimate kisses: “You’re gentle. You’re kind. You know just how to make me smile when I feel down. You make me feel safe. There’s just one you in the world, and I’m so grateful that that one you is here with me.”

“I love you, Cora,” Sanji mumbled. “More than anything else in the world. You’re my All Blue, forever and ever, even if we never find it—”

“And we will find it. I promise you, we’ll find it. No matter what tries to get in our way. And then we’ll spend the rest of our lives there. You and me.”

“And the mosshead.”

“And the mosshead, if he can stay in one place for very long, the World’s Greatest Swordsman that he’s gonna be.”

“Is that a proposal?”

“You know it’s not my place to propose. I know how much you’d love to plan that all out.”

“Who says I’m not doing it already?” Sanji asked with a smile. “Planning it out.”

“You are?” Cora gasped, her cheeks a bright red. “Are you?”

“If I were, would I be telling you? I want it to be a surprise. But I’ll tell you this much: I’m thinking about it. Day and night I’m thinking about it, about how my perfect little princess will finally be mine. Forever and ever, happily ever after.”

“My prince,” Cora hummed, giving him another kiss. “Just know that, if you asked… I wouldn’t say no.”

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Taglist: @starcrossedjedis @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene @supermarine-silvally - let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!

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N Harmonia, @cherrytree-irl

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Intern Taxguy, @poke-irs-real

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He/him

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he/they

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Meta Solari, @metaoflocasol

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Cora Kirby, @little-guys-pokemon-central

She/her

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Peridot Scarlet, @peridot-the-photographer

They/them

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Win Chandra, @lets-win-it

She/her

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Rogue Astral, @rogue-like-faller

She/her

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Squid :), @pkmntrainersquid

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Darrin Scintiller, @real-team-luster

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KC Mightyenaface, @psyonicscream

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Hatsune Miku, @champion-class-hatsune-miku

She/they

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Blue Acosta, @electric-pokemon-appreciator

xe/xem

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She/her

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Tommy Annalis, @prettyskitty973

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She/her

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Cynthia Foxtale, @tails-of-the-hybrid

She/her

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She/her

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He/they

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Connie Harmonia, lovenpeace-pkmn

She/her

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She/her

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She/her

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She/they/it/slime

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She/her

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She/they

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She/her

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She/her

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He/they

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She/her

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She/her

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She/her

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She/her

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She/her

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Reclaiming Home update

Todays update is two new chapters that you can find by clicking the link here. Chapter's 3 and 4 are now live.

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Abominable

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/59317393

by pixieblade

“I am black snow,” she’d remind him over watermelon lemonade and the drone of cicadas. “Nowosław, he was our hope for this new place; our new glory.”

She would pat his cheek, her brows pulled down over amber eyes that looked so much like his own. “But you, little Mieczysław, you were your parent’s desire to cut away the evil in this world; their holy sword. I would have named you better – Moroz after my father, and the first frost.”

“Remember, little frostbite, the land responds to us. It is our job to protect it and the animals and plants that live on it. Never show what you are. What we can be. Here, they do not know Almas. They would not understand our role.” She slid a withered hand over his shorn hair, a necessity as puberty made the Almas in him come to the forefront. “We are the last children of the Black God…the wild ones, and the forests and mountains, they belong to us.”

Words: 16634, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski's Grandmother, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Original Stilinski Character(s) (Teen Wolf), Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Cora Hale, Deucalion's Alpha Pack Members (Teen Wolf), Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Danny Māhealani, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Claudia Stilinski, Alan Deaton

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd & Isaac Lahey & Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd & Erica Reyes & Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Lydia Martin

Additional Tags: Good Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Abominable Snowman Stiles Stilinski, BAMF Stiles Stilinski, Sane Peter Hale, Sassy Peter Hale, Secret Identity, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, questionable understanding of central asian mythology and religion, Warning: Gerard Argent, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Pack Mom Stiles Stilinski, Nemeton (Teen Wolf), Nemeton Stiles Stilinski, Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Pack Beta Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Packless Omega Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Derek Hale Uses Actual Words, Stiles Stilinski Uses His Words, Talbot and Rohr Packs, Original Character(s), Fixing shit the show left out, BAMF Lydia Martin, Left Hand Peter Hale, Left Hand Lydia Martin, Banshee Lydia Martin

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59317393

[heart-songs]

Is there a word for this?

The urge to disappear and reappear the same way sky becomes water and water becomes sky— but far less romantic. I think I might be rain that floods. A fog that won’t lift. Frost that bites.

This is not the poem I wanted to write.

It’s the one that forced its way out. I am trying to express something that is stuck in my throat. I purge a few words, regurgitate softness like my life depends on it. Maybe it does. I do not know

the word for this. All I know is how unnerving it is to be everywhere and nowhere at all. To be air in the time of held breath.

- Cora Finch

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 4/5

Book Blurb:

"The Woodsmoke Women's Book of Spells captivated me from the very first page... I absolutely treasured it from beginning to end." —Cecelia Ahern, New York Times bestselling author

In a magical new direction for One Christmas Morning author Rachel Greenlaw, an evocative and mysterious story about lost love and the magic of coming home, for readers of Adrienne Young and Breanne Randall.

There is an old tale woven through the mountain town of Woodsmoke about a stranger who appears as the first snow falls in winter, who will disappear without a trace as the frost thaws in spring, leaving a broken heart behind.

Carrie Morgan ran from Woodsmoke ten years ago, and the decision has haunted her ever since. Spending a decade painting and drifting around Europe, she tries to forget her family’s legacy and the friends she left behind. But the Morgan women have always been able to harness the power of the mountains surrounding the town, and their spells—and curses—are sewn into the soil. The mountains, they say, never forget.

Sure enough, when Carrie’s grandmother dies and leaves behind her dilapidated cottage, she returns to renovate—certain she will only be there for one winter. She meets Matthieu as the temperature dips, a newcomer who offers to help refurbish the cottage. Before long, and despite warnings from her great-aunt Cora of the old stories, Carrie finds herself falling for the charming stranger. But when the frost thaws in spring, Matthieu goes missing.

Carrie is convinced he’s real, and he’s in danger. As she fights her way across the mountains to find him, she must confront all the reasons why she left Woodsmoke and decide whether the place she’s spent the last decade running from is the home she’s been searching for.

Rachel Greenlaw, the beloved author of One Christmas Morning, returns with another beautifully crafted, emotionally charged, and romantic tale about lost love and the magic of coming home.

"I immediately fell under the spell of this artfully crafted world that I swore I was in a rundown cottage in the middle of the mountains... A perfect read for witch season." —Kate Robb, author of This Spells Love

Review:

A woman comes home to her hometown of Woodsmoke to reclaim a home she ran away from, face old friends, old magic, and a potential new love. Carrie Morgan ran away from her small town of Woodsmoke ten years ago... ran away on the day of her wedding and never looked back. Carrie has been haunted by her decisions all those years ago and when her grandmother dies and leaves behind her dilapidated cottage, Carrie comes home to renovate it. Carrie was only meant to stay for the one winter but then she meets Matthieu, a handsome newcomer who offers to help fix her cottage saying he knew her grandmother. Now that she's back Carrie has to face her ex fiancee.. who also happened to have married her ex best friend who used a love spell to get him... and the fact that her great aunt Cora has been warning Carrie that she is to stay away from her handsome new stranger. Carrie can't tell if Matthieu is real or if he came from the forest... but magic is happening and Carrie has to finally find her place in Woodsmoke. Can Carrie finally find her home in Woodsmoke and can she find her love at last? This was a beautiful story that had a touch of magic and romance, but it was mostly about finding your place and claiming your own home. It's a sweet read and one I'd recommend for anyone who is looking for a touching magical read with a cozy vibe and some small town magic!

Release Date: October 22, 2024

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Netgalley and Avon and Harper Voyager | Avon for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[xalygatorx]

Worthy (2015) | Chapter 30, "Death & Her Suitor"

Disappearing sporadically in public spaces quickly becomes Cora Dempsey's least concerning problem when suddenly she captures the attention of the forming Avengers Initiative, the World Security Council, and Asgard's fallen prince all in one week. And the universe is only just getting started with her.

Worthy is a slow-burn SFW Marvelverse (films) romance between Loki and a female OC. For additional details on what canon is used, see the Prologue post.

Summary: Cora risks her life to get the Soul Stone away from Thanos. Loki uses his illusions to buy Cora some time. Cora’s ancestors come through on their promise of a weapon. There is an outcome to Thanos's attempt at apocalypse.

Pairing: Loki x Fem!OC

Warnings: Superhero movie levels of action

Word Count: 2.7k

"CORA, NO!"

The slim young woman glanced over at the last moment, dodging the angry Aether beams just in time before they smashed into the floor where she'd been positioned but an instant before. In her attempt to get away, she overshot the split remnants of Mjolnir, but she whirled just before Thanos reached them, extending her right hand in a final, desperate attempt to salvage an advantage.

Despite the pull of its brothers from the Infinity Gauntlet, the Soul Gem and both halves of the mighty storm-calling hammer shuddered and gave a sudden heave through the air toward Cora, slamming against her arms, which reflexively wound around the metal pieces. She grappled with them a moment as she continued to run, a cry escaping her as she heard the floor explode from a blast of power just behind her, the heat of the attack flashing at her heels as she sprinted toward an open ventilation duct near the gaping hole in the far wall.

She dodged one more attack before tightening her hold on the hammer pieces and letting her legs give out from under her, her momentum skidding her forward as she slid into the vent, hearing Thanos's roar of frustration echo through the metal tube with her as she began a wild ride away from the labs.

Thanos growled and leaned away from the tube, the bejeweled Gauntlet beginning to blaze with his anger as the Tesseract's blue glow began to radiate and the air around Thanos began to warp. When the metal duct began to cave in on itself, the first to react immediately was Loki. And violently. With a feral growl, he seized one of Volstagg's blades from the scabbard on his back and hurled it at the monstrous being in the metal chair. The blade sunk into Thanos's arm, but it measured the same as a needle in his thick, power-engorged appendage. He turned blazing eyes upon the Jotun prince, who glared defiantly back, the others finally rising to the occasion where they could.

"How dare you, the rejected spawn of a fallen Frost Giant king, seek to challenge my might… Beneath even my thumb, you proved a failure. You are even lower now," Thanos said darkly, eyes narrowing as the Gauntlet began to recharge with energy. "I will end you all!" 

"All, are you?" Loki growled, clenching his jaw as his form shifted into multiples, spiraling around Thanos as he began a dance of deceit with room only for him to succeed. At the very least, he could give Cora time. Thanos grinned jeeringly as he looked over the illusions, easily seeing through Loki's illusions with the aid of the Tesseract's hold on reality.

"You seek to confuse me, weakling… You play a child's game," he said carelessly as he let a blast of blue dispel Loki's illusions, leaving only him behind. Loki grimaced, but noticed that Thanos's gaze kept darting toward the open vent, where Cora had disappeared just a moment before. He was distracted, but powerful… The God of Mischief could work with that.

With a jerk of his head, he motioned for Jane to move her makeshift bombs forward, watching as Steve moved to help her. In the meantime, Sif was regaining consciousness and Tony had finally regained his composure, though he'd seemed to be in the midst of some kind of anxiety attack, alternating between breathing heavily to the point of coughing and forcing himself to focus.

Loki created his illusions again, but forced them to move at top speed, swerving this way and that. By the time Thanos gathered the power to dispel them again, Loki had lunged, sending his dagger hurtling at Thanos's face, where it sunk into and cracked one of his cheekbones. Thanos bristled with the sound of an angry snake, but it wasn't over. Jane had managed to sneak nearer and with Steve close behind, they hurled the barrel at Thanos's back, where it broke and exploded over his shoulder blades and spine, the toxic chemical mixture seeping into his skin and burning down to the bone.

With a yell that became a screech, Thanos recoiled, twitching with agony as he summoned the power of the Tesseract one more time and sent blue energy streaming from the Gauntlet. Though Loki tensed to dodge and looked to make sure Steve and Jane had time to do the same, he was surprised to note that the power missed the pair by at least six feet. He recalled the location of the vent just as the energy shot into the metal, beginning to warp the tunnel within seconds of impact. No!

Cora clung to the fragments in her arms as she slid down the ventilation shaft, having to lie down to not hit her head. Her eyes narrowed when she heard the sound of bending, groaning metal behind her and when she tilted her head back to look, she saw the vent caving in, section by section. I need to get out of here, she thought desperately, hurriedly scanning the vent for a grate. When she saw one, she hurled the empty half of Mjolnir at the opening, smashing it and falling through just as the power warping the vent caught up. It continued along as she hit the floor of a lab smaller than the others, darkened until she triggered the automatic lights.

She scrambled to her feet and scooped up the hammer pieces, her thoughts racing as she ran from the lab. I have to get out of the building. There's too much that can warp and fall on me in here and I seriously doubt there's any way that Thanos doesn't know where I am… If he can't sense me, he can sense the Gem. Cora looked down at the Soul Gem, which was brightening and dimming like a pulse inside the metal head.

She hurried through the halls, wincing as booming crashes came from behind her in the labs she'd left behind. I'm so sorry, guys. But I have to prioritize… If I'd stayed there with the stone and played "keep away," I'd either be dead by now or struggling to hold onto this thing.

Cora scanned the directory signs as she ran, looking for the exit beacons until they slowly began to appear above door frames heading toward the west end. Thinking better of getting into an elevator, she sprinted up two stairwells, her pace increasing as she felt the floor begin to vibrate under her feet. Before she could process the strange groaning sound coming from the lower levels of the building, the thick steel floors and walls began ripping like tissue paper all around her, sparks flying when pieces clashed at every angle.

Reflexively ducking, Cora hurried down the last hall, dodging through the obstacle course of mutating wayward steel sheets, finally half-diving through the exit into the stormy world beyond. She was nearly knocked off her feet by the wind as it whipped past and then stilled suddenly, the movements in the atmosphere unnatural and alarming. "Dammit, go back together," she murmured as she pressed the two halves against one another to no avail. The Soul Gem just continued to beat like a living heart.

New York City was absolutely still apart from the moments in which the wind blew, sometimes catching trash and the bins that housed it, while other times it kicked up so violently in just the perfect spot against the bumpers of the stalemated traffic, cars were made airborne and hurled through the street into buildings and others of their kind. Cora skidded as she tried to brace herself against the wind, whirling just as the building behind her contorted and began to peel apart.

"God, this is like a terrible dream…," she murmured softly, wincing as Bruce burst from the roof in full Hulk-form, one arm occupied by their allies and the other with the barrels Jane and Dr. Selvig had been working on before Thanos had arrived in the labs. Before she had time to watch and make sure everyone else made it out okay, the side of the building nearest her exploded outward in a blast of white light, the sheen of Thanos's mechanical chair following through the debris. She ducked against the power of the blast, but it threw her back as all hell broke loose around her, even her form wavering in the midst of the chaos.

What was left of the cratered, cracked concrete rocked when the Hulk leapt down to the ground nearby and Cora heard only another hard thud before two enormous green fists pounded down on the ground on either side of her head, making her reflexively cringe until she realized another wave of the Gauntlet's energy had been heading her way. Bruce's roar of pain hit her heart and her eardrums with extreme force and she hurriedly scurried out from under him once the coast was clear, only to be attacked again from the front. Or so she thought at first.

Cora screamed when a large pillar of light ignited before her, a metallic clang meeting her ears before the light disappeared once more. When she turned to see what had become of the light that had looked suspiciously like energy from the BiFrost, she found a huge, steel-grey sword in her midst, looking to be the same material as Mjolnir, but worked into a polished, smooth blade.

"A claymore?" she murmured, her brows creasing slightly at the center before she lifted her gaze to the sky. Glancing back toward the blade, she found the surface littered with runes. "Whosoever wields this blade, should she be… This is the same as…," Cora read, glancing at the broken hammer in realization. The creed was longer this time, however, and the branding mark of her grandfather's work blazed beneath the hilt.

Cora looked to an oval-shaped indent at the base of the blade before understanding dawned and she glanced toward Bruce, who had remained nearby for her protection, she assumed. She swallowed hard as he nodded toward the hammer pieces in her hands and she murmured a soft "thank you" to Brokkr and Sindri for fashioning the weapon and sending it her way. It was just in time.

"Might not be enough to stop this, but we're going to try," she muttered as she reached for the Soul Gem, prying it from Mjolnir. She heard a grunt of agreement from Bruce before the Gem was plucked out of the metal. She pursed her lips and pressed the green stone to the indent on the sword; it bonded immediately with the new weapon, the pulsating green veins of power slithering down through the silver body of the blade. She pulled the sword from the pavement and looked down at the broken hammer in her arms, lying the halves against each other on the ground before aiming the sword at them, the blade glowing as it charged with energy. "Um… Heal it?"

Power seeped from the sword and ignited the fissure in the hammer, little fibers of light dancing between the halves until there was no space left to work within, just a scar on the surface. Once the halves were once again whole, the weapon quaked and soared from the concrete, hopefully seeking its true master somewhere nearby. Cora could only hope he was strong enough to wield it.

Lifting the sword and letting it settle into her hands the way she'd been taught back in Asgard, Cora stood beside Bruce, facing down against Thanos as he slowly advanced. "Pitiful Midgardian scum… Fall before me and surrender the Soul Gem."

"Fuck you, buddy, go back to space!" Cora snapped, finally burnt out on fear and running on the fuel of pure frustration. Bruce snorted beside her and she noticed the burns and welts littering his back from the Aether's blasts for the first time. They looked horrible and if they were able to do that much damage to Bruce's Hulk form, they more than likely were.

Thanos snarled as he came speeding forward. Bruce grimaced and crushed a vial he had in his hand, the fluid leaking from the glass into the barrel he'd dropped nearby when he had landed. The barrel began to shake and he hurled it at Thanos, who attempted to dodge. However, the barrel caught the underside of his chair and exploded upon collision with the main turbine, sending him flying with a pillar of smoke in pursuit.

Cora and Bruce hit the ground to dodge the wayward machine and though Thanos attempted to level the controls, the chair was spitting smoke, preparing to burn out at any moment. Just before the chair lost complete elevation, he released his grip on it, landing in the street as the chair careened into a taxi, nearly splitting it down the middle. The moment Thanos hit his own two massive feet, Bruce was running at him with a mighty roar, catching his Gauntlet-adorned hand before it could be raised.

"Cora!"

Cora turned at the sound of her name and it took her a moment before she moved her eyes up to a nearby rooftop, seeing Thor at its edge with Mjolnir aimed toward her. "What are you doing?"

"Raise your blade!" he shouted and when she did so, he released a bolt of lightning from the hammer. When it connected with the sword, it took everything in Cora not to flinch, but she soon realized that the hum she felt from the metal was Mjolnir charging her sword with energy. He was enabling the steel to utilize the same power as his ancient weapon. When he finally broke the connection, the blade was whirring with energy and Cora whirled, finding herself nearly face-to-face with Thanos, Bruce only just holding him off.

The wind whipping around them came to a startling standstill as Cora raised her weapon and cut the air, thunder cracking from the swing as lightning surged forward and plunged through Thanos just after Bruce thrust him forward with his last rush of strength. Thanos screeched with rage from the attack, attempting to walk against the blast, but going to his knees instead, despite his power-engorged form. When he raised the Gauntlet and attempted to call the power of the five gems within, the Soul Gem in Cora's claymore activated and began flooding the blade with a radiant green glow. To her shock, the other gems responded to its signal and deactivated before detaching completely from his hand, leaving Thanos stunned as well and, as a result, enraged.

Her eyes narrowed as she glanced over Thanos's head, seeing Tony and Thor both land nearby, her eyes catching on where Clint took aim on a nearby rooftop, Natasha flanking him with a rocket launcher while Steve and Loki slowly emerged from their surroundings, beneath an illusion Loki had no doubt conjured. Cora's eyes fell to Thanos again, weakened even more so with the Gauntlet now disabled. "Surrender."

Thanos's lip curled with hatred as his eyes scanned her and then moved over the Avengers gathered nearby, his hands clenched into fists as he glanced around like a highly intelligent, trapped and severely wounded animal. "Vermin… You will rue this day…"

With that, he slipped a device into the palm of his remaining hand and pressed a button. Cora barely had time to get a glance at the gadget before a white, luminous blast erupted from the mechanism, throwing her back along with the others. She screamed, but it fell silent amidst the boom of noise, and she hit the ground hard, rolling once before she was able to stab her sword into the pavement to avoid blindly tumbling into one of the deep trenches in the street.

Cora grimaced as she tried to open her eyes, though they were still dazed from the light, her ears ringing with white noise as, disoriented and pained, she picked herself slowly off the ground. Pulling the claymore from the tight fissure she'd made in the concrete, she squinted against the slow-fading whiteness, only able to wonder as her senses reset if it was over.

Next chapter: Chapter 31, "What Remains"