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sunnydaleherald · 5 months ago

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, August 4

WILLOW: Well, I like you. You're nice and you're funny. And you don't smoke. Yeah, okay, werewolf, that's not all the time. I mean three days out of the month, I'm not much fun to be around either. OZ: You are quite the human.

~~BtVS 2x15 “Phases”~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Midnight Errands (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by veronyxk84

Laundromat (Spike/Fred Burkle, E) by Kittenwritings

Independent 40 - the Uncanny Valley (Giles, OCs, T) by Aadler

Bad For You (Spike/OC, T) by RoyalXenaWolf

All Things Wayne and Free (Faith, Jason Todd, Batman xover, G) by Vashti (tvashti)

Water (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by MillennialCryBaby

[Chaptered Fiction]

Ch. 36 of Forgiveness (Buffy/Spike, R) by slaymesoftly

Who Are You Now?, Chapter 1/? (Buffy, NCIS xover, G) by Mirrored_Illusions

Hot Girl Summer(s), Chapter 1/? (Buffy/Fred Burkle/Spike, E) by TheClowniestLivInExistence

Aortic Body Art, Chapter 1/? (Buffy/Spike, G) by ScoundrelWithBoba

Rebehold the Stars (Love from the Other Side of the Apocalypse), Chapter 16 (Buffy/Spike, R) by Asokatanos

Love Lives Here, Chapter 92 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Passion4Spike

Better Than Revenge, Chapter 5 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, R) by BewitchedXx

Voulez Vous?, Chapter 5 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Maxine Eden

The Degradation of Duality [Series Part 2], Chapter 40 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Ragini

Saving You, Chapter 9 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Spikelover4ever

It's That Time of the Season, Chapter 5 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by Tasha

The Watcher, Chapter 23 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by In Mortal

School of Hard Knocks, Chapter 10 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Melme1325

Free to a Good Home, Chapter 5 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, R) by though_you_try

Task Mistress, Chapter 5 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by HappyWhenItRains

Yes or No?, Chapter 5 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by scratchmeout

East of Nevada, Chapter 10 (Buffy/Spike, R) by Blissymbolics

Forgiveness Doesn't Come Easy, Chapter 36 (Buffy/Spike, R) by slaymesoftly

Not A Secret to Keep, Chapter 5 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by DeamonQueen

What She Deserves, Chapter 5 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by flootzavut

Wicked Weed, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Maxine Eden

Another Truce?, Chapter 5 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by To Be Hers

Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May, Chapter 5 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by cawthraven

A Better Place Than the One We're At, Chapter 7 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by BewitchedXx

Morning Stretches, Chapter 5 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by CheekyKitten

It's Good Branding!, Chapter 5 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by Amina

The Summoning, Chapter 5 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by the_big_bad

Treats, Chapter 5 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by DarkVoid116

Magical Medieval Mystery Tour, Chapter 5 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by bewildered

Mysteries of the Unexplained, Chapter 5 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, R) by Willow25

Spike Has A Girlfriend, Chapter 9 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Spikelover4ever

Double Vision, Chapter 5 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, R) by Saranac

Some lovely glorious nothing I did see..., Chapter 5 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by fortes775

Blue Recall, Chapter 5 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by VoronaFiernan, hydranjenna

There Is a Season, Chapter 5 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Inevitablethief

Never Bet Against the Slayer, Chapter 5 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by JayeMaru

About Last Night, Chapter 5 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, R) by ashcrashed

Night Carnival, Chapter 5 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by tbd

Who Are You Now?, Chapter 1 (Buffy, NCIS xover, FR7) by MirroredIllusions

Vegas Mishap, Chapter 15 (Buffy, Marvel xover, FR13) by mmooch

Dawn Rising, Chapter 68 (Buffy, LotR xover, FR15) by Luna

Love Lives Here, Chapter 92 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Passion4Spike

The Boyfriend Swap, Chapter 25 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Maxine Eden

Spiked, Chapters 9-14 (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only) by Maxine Eden

Voulez Vous?, Chapters 1-5 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Maxine Eden

Beer Bad, Spike Good, Chapters 1-5 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Maxine Eden, ClowniestLivEver

The Watcher, Chapter 23 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by In Mortal

What the Drabble? Vol. 2, Chapter 56 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by VeroNyxK84

Perfect Clarity, Chapter 28 (Buffy/Spike, R) by VeroNyxK84

Yes or No?, Chapter 5 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by scratchmeout

Forgiveness Doesn't Come Easy, Chapter 36 (Buffy/Spike, R) by slaymesoftly

I Do!, Chapter 35 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Dusty

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork: ATS 220. Over The Rainbow (Angel, worksafe) by tmcarlee

[Reviews & Recaps]

My final opinion on Buffy characters after finishing the series. by Spyderwarp55

Thoughts on The Zeppo from a first-time watcher [no spoilers beyond this episode] by spectacleskeptic

rewatching season 3: some notes by Key_Use1988

Wesley acted rationally in season 3 by AccordingReference3

A few things rewatching Buffy vs. Dracula just now by lokeyvigilante

[Fandom Discussions]

At the end of season 12, do Buffy and Spike end up together? continued by multiple posters

So...uh, what would happen if people outside the Watcher's Council discovered the existence of the Undead? by TheMaster666, multiple posters

‘Plugging the gap’ scenes continued by Stake fodder

Discussion of 2.04 "Inca Mummy Girl" - Aired 10/6/1997 (WB-US) continued by Stake fodder

Could Dark Willow have taken on Glory? by trickswithmarsbars

Next slayer in line by Guilty-Tie164

Post your top 5 good guys and top 5 villains and a brief explanation by Spyderwarp55

Fan casting, but with old Hollywood movie stars by snowblind2022

Spikes Chip by Glad_Educator_3231

What's the best 'minor' twist in the series? by Ok_Area9367

Currently doing a from-the-start rewatch with my mom, and I just finished season one... and it almost made me sad how nostalgic the show is by TedStixon

!! spoiler for people who have not have watched season 5 by Prestigious-Ear-3337

How old are today's Buffy fans? by Jigksah

Ever notice that Anya is the Scooby gang member that Buffy is the least close to? by Whedonite144

I find it funny how the floor of the library seems to magically heal up every time the hellmouth is opened. by GreyStagg

Anya’s “you didn’t earn it speech” by Jnnjuggle32

[S3E5] Fred’s parents by TheHan27

Why Buffy shouldn't easily be okay with Spike by foreseethefuture

Anya's driving in "Triangle" by Tuxedo_Mark

What my preferred series ending would have been: by Spyderwarp55

Breakdown of power, fighting styles, strength/weaknesses of the main fighters from btvs and ats. by No-Translator-2144

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acertainmoshke · 5 months ago

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WIP Intro: Cold Iron

Series: Title TBD Genre: dark urban fantasy Draft 1 status: complete (85,039 words) Draft 2 status: typed through chapter 7

Plot

Life is hard for a changeling in 1956. Just like it was in the 1910's and the 1920's and the 1930's. The 40's were actually a little better because Americans had a different enemy to focus on, but now they're back to fight off the Fae threat with a new military branch. And to them, there is no difference between the powerful Fae who cross the veil for nefarious purposes, the wildlings lurking in alleys and tunnels to grab any scraps they can, and the changelings left in place of stolen human children.

And maybe there is no difference, really. Shakatra and their brother Kris, both abandoned changelings, have been living for decades in the tunnels under Seattle, stealing food and picking fights with wildlings and caring for no one but each other. But now it's 1956, and Shakatra has just remembered their birthday. Though they are all but ageless, the human whose place they took would be turning 40 this year, and she must be living horribly beyond the veil as servant to the Fae. It's not fair that Shaka goes free. And things that aren't fair bother them.

So the two set off to cross the veil. Just a quick road trip followed by an unknown ritual followed by sneaking into a Fae court and sneaking out again with one—or maybe two—freed humans. And then they'll go back to their life. Easy, right?

Except that nothing is as they expected, including the humans they meant to save—but they might just leave with everything they didn't know they needed. If they can survive.

Characters

Shakatra Zoawin: Turning 40 this year, but seemingly still 20. An autistic changeling full of feral rage with a knack for glamours (especially the kind that make others give them pancakes). Fears how much they hurt everyone they love but can't make themself protect their brother by leaving him. Left their abusive human "family" as a teenager and has been homeless since. Over the course of the story, realizes that their gender is No (and introduced to "they" as a pronoun by a Fae they later kill).

Kristoffer Zoawin: Also turning 40 this year—he thinks. He has to more or less guess at his age, having been abandoned by the humans he was left with so young he doesn't know what name they gave him. But Shakatra was 12 when they met, so Kris decided he was 12 then too. Trans but "raised" (vaguely kept alive) by a loose group of wildlings until he was old enough to survive alone and so didn't realize until puberty that he wasn't like other boys. Actually, he understood that as not just an inhuman changeling, but a Black one, that he was hated more than Shakatra long before he understood that he would have been assigned female. Equally traumatized, but with a more easygoing disposition, he avoids doing magic because it makes him ill and instead enjoys people watching and eating good food and drawing in paint or chalk.

Maggie Davis: The human girl who would have been the protagonist if this were a YA book written 15 years ago. 21 years old and has the rare but not unheard of ability to see through glamours, so not only has she seen monsters her entire life but she was the only one to realize that her brother Nick was replaced as a toddler. She loved the changeling left in his place in a way no one else did, but he (as most changelings) died young and she chose to leave her small town and find her original brother, who would have been about 17 then. Conveniently, she found 2 Fae passing through and forcibly attached herself to them, much to Kris' delight and Shaka's dismay. But she would prove surprisingly useful in the chaos that followed as their mission fell apart.

Aesthetic

Character art (Shakatra)

Commissioned from magspy, clickerflight, vampyredyke, and cullenakingirog respectively

Tag list

@stesierra @amielbjacobs @ettawritesnstudies

#hey look it’s a new intro!#I changed the fashion I do these for halara so wanted to make this one match #moshke writes #writeblr #cold iron

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rainynightmoonlight · 1 year ago

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Of A Melody there once was | Ouran Highschool Host Club x Male reader

This is one of my longest fanfics ever! It's been sitting in my head, rotting away. The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!

Description: Of A Melody there once was | {You are here}

Prolouge: Prologue before the Chorus begins

Chapter 1: An introduction to the first note

Chapter 2: The joining of notes to create a nostalgic song

Chapter 3: Violin of Harmony

Chapter 4: Remembering the screeching tune in the memory | TBR

Chapter 5: TBD

Chapter 6: TBD

Chapter 7: TBD

Chapter 8: TBD

Chapter 9: TBD

Chapter 10: TBD

Chapter 11: TBD

Chapter 12: TBD

Chapter 13: TBD

Chapter 14: TBD

Chapter 15: TBD

Chapter 16: TBD

Chapter 17: TBD

Chapter 18: TBD

Chapter 19: TBD

Chapter 20: TBD

Chapter 21: TBD

Chapter 22: TBD

Chapter 23: TBD

Chapter 24: TBD

Chapter 25: TBD

Chapter 26: TBD

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LOADING. Of a Melody There once was into queue..

Of a Melody there once was loaded succesfully ┗━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━┛

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Where a boy of great renowned for his musical talent was accepted to the one and only elite school, Ouran Academy. His once quite tune will become that of which is a boisterous song for all to hear! And this is all thanks to the help of 7 people in the famous Host Club. Some wouldn't even think twice that this boy was a commoner.

Warning: Music and art isn't mine, I do not own ohshc, but I do own this story. Talks of sexual assault and other forms of abuse, but not explicit

Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

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andrea-lyn · 9 months ago

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wip wednesday, where I ramble about my current list (and all have been worked on within the last ten days, so go me):

outlander old guard time traveller's kaysanova - 22k and the first scene is close to being done, but it's also over 40 pages and idk how to actually like, post this? because the first chapter alone is a fic, so ... ideas welcome

zukka big bang - goal is to finish a scene a month, and I finished scene 1 last week. so scene 2 is may, scene 3 is june, and I finish it up in july with time to spare!

zukka prince & the turtleduck, which is a take on the disney movie, and will get occasional love, but not focus until ...

the time travel zukka is done. this is getting the most love with the goal to be done soon, but there's a raven cycle piece that'll get finished first bc it's a short one

said piece is basically sarchengsy antics told through adam's pov with ronan contribution. if it gets past 2k, I'll be shocked, and will prob get done in a few weeks if I work on it, lol

then there's a come dine with me roy/jamie celebrity au thing that will also be short and sweet once I get to it

annnnd hey, there's a malex fic! it's 1500 words so far! it's a prompt I wrote in my tumblr fills and decided to make into a full fledged thing

then in terms of things I want to start:

something for zukka week - tbd?

there's a genie fic idea I have that has no attached fandom. might end up zukka, might end up something else? idk

and there's the ever-present hanahaki idea that needs a fandom, but nothing fits and I want to write it so bad, but nothing has made sense

and then, idk, but there's two cherik WIPs I abandoned and I'm just like '....but what if I come back to them'. One is probably a non-starter (princess diaries-esque au) but the other (which includes alex/darwin as secondary pairing) might have some legs

(wip word count = 66,081 ... at least I know I'm still verbose)

#fic talk

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midori-laboratories · 2 years ago

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Frozen Ashes master list (Calendula Chronicles, Book 3)

The Code Veronica arc of the Calendula Chronicles.

Story synopsis: Albert Wesker molded his captive into the perfect, pliable bait for taking out Rockfort, and cracking open the Ashford family’s secrets. But who’s really in control, once chaos breaks out?

The stakes have never been higher for Marigold, but she may not be fast enough to save everyone.

Regarding Frozen Ashes and The Antarctica Incident (Q_Alias)

Frozen Ashes was written as the other side of Q_Alias' The Antarctica Incident. Marigold actively enters that story around chapter 23 27 (5-1 in their narrative), and moves out of it as an active participant at some point after chapter 30 35? (6-5 in their story) eventually. However, she's very active in the background of Q's narrative. We started to soft-merge our respective plots back in October 2022 plots, rather than a strict collaboration (like 1981). When I started writing, I set up a little timeline of events for reference, so I'll link when relevant events are happening at the same time in that story.

Frozen Ashes playlist

This is a rough list. After chapter 30, what I have in place is approximate. There may or may not be extra chapters or an extra section. Ha, YEP part 4 expanded into two separate parts already!

Chapter 1 will be posted March 21, 2023 and be update weekly on Tuesdays on AO3 (Blood in the Water and Homecoming Queens chapters will be Tues/Fridays.

Subscribe on AO3 for updates, or follow along on here!

Save Point chapters are interludes.

Chapter list:

Chapter 1: Sanguine Standard I (AO3)

Chapter 2: Sanguine Standard II (AO3)

Chapter 3: Sanguine Standard III (AO3)

Chapter 4: Sanguine Standard IV (AO3)

Chapter 5: Sanguine Standard V (AO3)

Chapter 6: Save Point: I The Matilda Murder (AO3)

Chapter 7: Blood In The Water I (AO3)

Chapter 8: Blood In The Water II (AO3)

Chapter 9: Blood In The Water III (AO3)

Chapter 10: Blood In The Water IV (AO3)

Chapter 11: Blood In The Water V (AO3)

Chapter 12: Save Point II: Course Correction (AO3)

Chapter 13: Homecoming Queens I (AO3)

Chapter 14: Homecoming Queens II (AO3)

Chapter 15: Homecoming Queens III (AO3)

Chapter 16: Homecoming Queens IV (AO3)

Chapter 17: Homecoming Queens V (AO3)

Chapter 18: Save Point III: Into the Abyss (AO3)

Chapter 19: The Dark Forest I (AO3)

Chapter 20: The Dark Forest II (AO3)

Chapter 21: The Dark Forest III (AO3)

Chapter 22: The Dark Forest IV (AO3)

Chapter 23: The Dark Forest V (AO3)

Chapter 24: Save Point IV: What Happened in Paris (AO3)

Chapter 25: Into the Inferno I (AO3)

Chapter 26: Into the Inferno II

Chapter 27: Into the Inferno III (AO3)

Chapter 28: Into the Inferno IV (AO3)

Chapter 29: Into the Inferno V (AO3)

Chapter 30: Save Point V: SNAFU (AO3)

Chapter 31: Day of Wrath I (AO3)

Chapter 32: Day of Wrath II (AO3)

Chapter 33: Day of Wrath III (AO3)

Chapter 34: Day of Wrath IV (AO3)

Chapter 35: Day of Wrath V (AO3)

Chapter 36: Save Point VI: No Good Deed (AO3)

Chapter 37: When Worlds Collide I (AO3)

Chapter 38: When Worlds Collide II (AO3)

Chapter 39: When Worlds Collide III (AO3)

Chapter 40: When Worlds Collide IV (AO3)

Chapter 41: When Worlds Collide V (AO3)

Chapter 42: Save Point VII: Bring Out Your Dead (AO3)

Chapter 43: Blood on the Snow I (AO3)

Chapter 44: Blood on the Snow II (AO3)

Chapter 45: Blood on the Snow III (AO3)

Chapter 46: Blood on the Snow IV (AO3)

Chapter 47: Blood on the Snow V (AO3)

Chapter 48: Save Point: [TBD] (AO3)

Chapter 49: Everything Ends I (AO3)

Chapter 50: Everything Ends II (AO3)

Chapter 51: Everything Ends III (AO3)

Chapter 52: Everything Ends IV (AO3)

Chapter 53: Everything Ends V (AO3)

Chapter 54: Save Point: [TBD] (AO3)

#frozen ashes calendula chronicles #frozen ashes #calendula chronicles #marigold ashford #albert wesker x oc #alexia ashford #alfred ashford

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jtl-fics · 5 months ago

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TBD?!

8/14/24 WIP Wednesday (Closed) | TBD AU (14/15)

So he grabs his cheesecake and a torch for the marshmallows that Smith had included and heads back over. He hears Katelyn and Aaron in the kitchen as they work to do the dishes together the way that they do despite Andrew having made sure that they had a working dishwasher in this house since had to listen to them bitch about the lack of one in their chicago apartment endlessly.

Despite that every night the two of them do the dishes together, standing side by side as Aaron cleans and Katelyn dries them off and puts them away.

“It’s a good time for us to talk.” Katelyn had said when he’d first questioned them on it.

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#TBD AU #AFTG #AFTG AU #Andrew Minyard #Neil Josten #Andreil #TBD - Chapter 2 - 78 #8-14-24 WIP Wednesday #WIP WEdnesday Ask Game #40

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maple-seed · 3 years ago

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Thrown Masterlist

After the timelines have broken free, Loki decides that all he wants is to join Thor in New Asgard. With a stolen tempad he travels to a timeline where the previous Loki died at the hands of Thanos. Now Loki helps his brother in rebuilding a home for the displaced people of Asgard while simultaneously learning to live a universe where it feels like this is the last place he should be. He wants nothing to do with the humans living nearby, but one in particular is not getting the message.

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Takes place after the events of Season 1 of the Loki series, in a timeline where the Snap was prevented. Slow burn female reader insert fic.

Will be updating every other Thursday if all goes according to plan.

Loki Fic Masterlist AO3 Link

Chapter 1: New Neighbors Chapter 2: A Ride and a Wager Chapter 3: Fighting Words Chapter 4: A New Perspective Chapter 5: A Lie and a Secret Chapter 6: What Others Make of Us Chapter 7: Sea legs Chapter 8: Summer Rain Chapter 9: A Long Day Chapter 10: An Excuse to Indulge Chapter 11: The Witching Hour Chapter 12: Any Port in a Storm Chapter 13: Work and Leisure Chapter 14: Stars and Stories Chapter 15: Earthen Chapter 16: Selecting Titles Chapter 17: Retaliation Chapter 18: Chill Chapter 19: The Tempering Flame Chapter 20: The Rabbit and the Tree Chapter 21: Moving Forward Chapter 22: Worthwhile Confrontation Chapter 23: Lodestar Chapter 24: Ensnared Chapter 25: A Fire Within Chapter 26: The Longest Nights Chapter 27: Resolve Chapter 28: The Light in the Dark Chapter 29: Storm and Shelter Chapter 30: Two Sides of a Coin Chapter 31: A Failing Strategy Chapter 32: Guilty Pleasures Chapter 33: The Tales We Tell Chapter 34: Under the Weather Chapter 35: Twisting Branches Chapter 36: Lessons Chapter 37: The Rainbow Bridge Chapter 38: A Feat of Strength Chapter 39: A Quiet Life Chapter 40: Foolish Mortal Chapter 41: Eating Crow Chapter 42: Cautious Restraint Chapter 43: A Perfect Fit Chapter 44: Birthright Chapter 45: Absence Chapter 46: Lokabrenna Chapter 47: A Winding Path Chapter 48: Myth and Mortal Chapter 49: Threads of Fate Post date TBD

When will this update?

Blurbs Little vignettes that didn't fit in the main story. #1: Pop-Tarts (originally posted between Ch. 12 & Ch. 13) #2: Image Manipulation (originally posted between Ch. 18 & Ch. 19) #3: Card Shark (originally posted between Ch. 33 & Ch. 34) #4: Fanfiction (originally posted between Ch. 44 & Ch. 45)

Now with its own concept album! Thanks to @loopsisloops for this wonderful Thrown soundtrack.

Taglist beneath the cut.

Thrown Tag List If you would like to be added or removed from the tag list please leave a comment or send me a message/ask.

@mischief2sarawr, @imalovernotahater, @norestfortheshelbywicked, @purplekitten30, @ozymdias, @pdraxxi, @goblingirlsarah, @chantsdemarins, @n3rdybirdee, @lokiprompts, @ladymischief11, @gigglingtiggerv2, @huntress-artemis, @ellooo0ooo, @femme1fatale, @clairewinchester14, @glitterylokislut, @psychospore, @ladyloki3, @skinij3fx, @iamlokisgloriouspurpose, @lunarnights95, @lilibet261, @valeave, @f2mhg2lt2rta, @fruit-caught-on-camera, @paetonnn, @honeyrydernot, @sarcastic-siren, @wolfsmom1, @lokisgoodgirl, @cakesandtom, @unlucky-number-13, @rinnwylde, @javagirl328, @josiedoesdoodles, @rose7420, @ultrasnakesona, @vickie5446, @superficialdomina, @ireallyneedtherapy, @weirdowoody, @hotmesshobbit, @buttercupcookies-blog, @km-ffluv, @mrsbarnes32557038, @tallseaweed, @leothecat97, @soulpiercing, @axen-gers, @im-a-slut-for-fluff, @jainaeatsstars, @whattwhoo, @xxfaithlynxx, @thisisew, @rvautomatic, @herdetectivetheorist, @rhiannon-russo, @loki-godofstories, @thedistractedagglomeration, @halepack2011, @kalibrate, @fireflymoonwitch, @runesgarde, @nelachu2423, @caelinoria, @anthc, @lovelytora, @princess-ofthe-pages, @lokislittlemouse, @wifeoframi

#Loki #loki fic #mcu loki #loki x reader #loki & thor #loki fanfic #slow burn #no y/n #loki x female reader #loki x f!reader #new asgard #secondary character death

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pedropascalsx · 2 years ago

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This Is Me Trying - Chapter 1.

Dave York x F! Reader (AU) Fanfiction.

Summary: By day Dave York is seemingly your regular, run of the mill guy. A popular surgeon specialising in trauma but when the white coat comes off; so does the façade. Contracted by a local mob, Dr. York provides his services to interrogate and induce fear and pain… but when a young woman ends up in the wrong place at the wrong time and witnesses a crime that puts her life in danger; could Dr York’s conscience make a sudden reappearance?

Pairing: Dr. Dave York x F! Reader {legal age difference early 20s + mid 40s}

Warnings: References to medicine. Death. Reader witnesses a stabbing. Kidnapping. Some canon violence and threats. *please let me know if i haven’t added anything*

Rating: E *for eventual smut*

Word Count: 3059.

Chapters: 1 of TBD

A/N: Chapter one is here. This is my first ever AU and I hope you like it. This will be a weekly updated story, and their will be reference to sex and smut from chapter 2 onwards.

Shoutout to my lovely @whataperfectwasteoftime for having a read through and offering her expertise and thank you to both Penny and @honestly-shite for being so supportive and encouraging of this idea I had.

And lastly to my beloved Lauren, @djarinispunkk - thank you for being my incredible beta as usual. i love you.

Mood board credit: my lovely @queenofthefaceless

He hated it. The way the noise seemed to bleed into him and make the usually smooth skin of his arms prickle up with goosebumps. A constant reminder that time was never on his side; no matter the circumstances, it seemed to be against him. His face studied the monitors, waiting for any signs that the heart of the young man he’d been shocking would spring back to life, and with each passing second, each blood-boiling tick of the clock behind him, it became less and less likely. He wanted to reach up and smash the damn thing on the ground, he wanted to rid the world of that annoying droning that followed him everywhere. Into every room of the hospital he worked in, into every public space he visited, the dark and dingy rooms he’d frequent multiple times a month at their command, at the promise of enough money to drown away more of his sorrows, and into the oversized home that he never felt at ease in. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Never escaping the sound he hated the most, seemingly being the punishment for the cruel terror he unleashed into an even crueller world. Dr. Dave York. Hot shot surgeon, and, seemingly to everyone around him, just an all-around great guy. Perpetual bachelor, extremely good looking, with an eye for pretty-albeit-bratty nurses. But, other than his very questionable choices in women, he appeared to be a regular man with a very successful career and flashy sports car to boot. “Still no change,” a voice calls up at him, and he responds with a firm nod. “Call it.” he orders the sheepish intern.“Have you ever called time of death before?” The young girl shakes her head, and her cheeks flush red. “Well, now is your chance. I have to speak to his family.” He takes a final glance at the man he couldn’t save and walks to the door, taking tentative steps to ensure he hears her obey his order, and when she finally speaks he picks up his speed and beelines it down the corridor. It’s there. Waiting for him. The room is almost entirely silent and, like a bullet between the eyes, it hits him. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. His eyes dart across the room and land directly on the clock; it’s hung a few feet above the head of the young woman who’s going to go from wife to widow in the span of a few sharp words. Dave feels his hand curl into a fist as he takes a seat next to the woman, whose eyes are still filled with an unwavering hope. He doesn’t dare look over and take in the faces of the two young children sleeping soundly across the room. Instead he focuses on the task at hand, he takes a deep breath before placing one of his hands on top of hers. “Your husband’s injuries were… catastrophic. We did all we could do, but ultimately, he was too far gone. I’m so sorry.” The incessant ticking of the clock gets louder and louder as he watches every ounce of hope drain from her eyes, being replaced with grief and anger and sadness. Three short squeezes of her hand. The most reassuring thing he can offer her in that moment, as she begins to grapple with the news. He has learned from the many years of his job that this is the best thing he can do in these circumstances. Offer her a small gesture that lets her know she’s not alone at this moment, without overwhelming her with unnecessary medical talk or information about what will happen next. He’ll give her ten minutes of silence, ten minutes to let the tears begin to fall, and then inevitably a nurse will come in and take over and he will go somewhere and wonder if today, he’ll be forced to do it all over again. Ten minutes of grief. Ten minutes of brief glances at the very young children, who’ll wake up to news that they’ll unlikely be able to understand. Ten minutes of nothing but the sound of light sobbing, and the clock ticking. Walking out of the room, he runs his hands through his hair, exhales deeply and dips his hands into his pockets to fish out the vibrating smartphone pulling him away from his current thoughts. • (1) New Message. Target located. When you have finished work, go straight to the warehouse on 53rd. Find out what is known and we will carry out the disposal once we get your signal. He breathes out a large sigh before dropping the device back into his pocket. Two lives will end at his fingertips today, one by mistake, one by design. **THREE DAYS EARLIER.** You huff out a sigh as one of silken straps of the satin mini-dress you were adorning slips down your shoulder, before hastily pulling it back up. Your eyes drift over the clock on the mantelpiece beneath your TV and you let out a groan. 9:25. Almost one hour after your restaurant reservation had been booked for, and your on & off again boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. You had spoken to him around 7pm and he confirmed he’d pick you up at 8, but multiple unanswered texts and calls later you had heard nothing. It wasn’t unlike Benny to cancel last minute… but to not turn up at all? Something felt wrong. You had refused to let your mind run away or think of the worst possible scenarios until you couldn’t hold it back anymore. What had happened? Was he hurt? Did an emergency crop up? Reaching over to your phone, you type out one last message whilst sucking in your breath, tears from the scenes playing out in your head threatening to fall as you punch out each letter. Benny, are you okay? This isn’t like you. If I don’t hear anything from you in the next ten minutes - I'm phoning your Mom. I’m worried about you. The moment you pressed send, you allowed yourself a moment to exhale and like clockwork your phone sprung to life with a reply. SORRY BABY. Bumped into Josh and Mike and lost track of time… Make it up to you later? I can swing around after we’ve finished here and make it up to you in other ways… 😈 Yeah? Don’t bother. Glancing back at the clock, you decided that this night wasn’t going to be totally destroyed and whilst you didn’t feel up to going dancing or out with friends, you ignored the buzzing from the phone you’d now slipped into your purse and wrapped yourself up in your favourite coat. It wasn’t exactly the sit-down meal you’d been promised, but it was going to be the next best thing. Chow mein & sweet-n-sour chicken from your favourite takeout. You left your apartment and made your way to the takeout, making sure to side-step the cracks on the pavement and wishing on all the lucky pennies scattered about, focusing on pushing your moron boyfriend further to the back of your head with every step you took. The illuminating glow from the sign put an instant smile on your face as you entered the takeout, placing your order and smiling at the kind lady behind the desk who slipped you an extra fortune cookie to munch on as you waited for your food. Cracking the treat in half, you rather ungracefully shoved the cookie in your mouth before reading the fortune. A series of unexpected events will change the course of your life. The loud giggle you let out at the unexpectedly deep fortune in your hand grabs the attention of the diners and wait staff, and your cheeks flush an adorable shade of pink. The rest of your wait is spent by people waiting and catching various parts of random conversations. Your number is finally called and you bounce across to the counter, dropping a generous tip before skipping back out into the cold crisp air with your food. The habit you’ve had since a child of side-stepping every crack you see immediately kicks back in, and you make your way back to your shitty apartment with your food and the promise of a large glass of wine to wash it down with. You’re so caught up in your own head that you don’t see him, boxes stacked higher than his own head and it isn’t until he’s knocking into you and shoving you straight on to a massive crack that you realized he was there at all. “Fuck,” you murmur as you attempt to regain your footing, grateful that you somehow managed to stay upright and your dinner appears to still be in one piece. He begins to apologize profusely and you reassure him that it’s okay and accidents happen, before flashing him a kind smile and resuming your journey. “How many years of bad luck is stepping on pavement cracks? Is it years? Or days? Fuck.” you ask yourself as you round the corner to your apartment building. That’s when it happens. A flash of silver, illuminated by the streetlight to the side of the man holding it, plunging it into the chest of the man he’s holding by the throat. Your immediate reaction is to scream, but you open your mouth and nothing comes out. Instead, you stumble backwards, hoping you can escape unseen and dial 911 when you’re a safe enough distance away. But that's never your luck is it? Instead you keep stumbling backwards until you hit the metal rails of a fire escape and a loud unmistakable clanging rings out and gives away your location. Your subconscious is still lingering in that very spot, but somehow your body begins hurtling down the street, and you pray that you’re fast enough to escape and get home without being caught. You allow yourself a second to turn your head and see if you could see him behind you, breathing a quick sigh of relief when you see you’re alone. Your legs, however, still refuse to let up and you continue to speed you towards your apartment building. You hum a sigh of relief when the fob reader works for the first time in forever and you're able to enter the building without a useless fuss. You take each step two at a time before scrambling to open your door and locking it as quickly as you can once you’re inside. The lights are off. You switched them off as you left. You let your fingertips linger over the switch before deciding against it, the fear that the unknown man followed you bubbling up in your tummy, and the idea of giving away your location by switching on your lights makes you slump back against the wall. You let yourself slide down it unceremoniously, whilst attempting to come to terms with what you just saw. What you think you just saw? You're not sure how long you stayed there. Too afraid to move, time being measured by the thick heat radiating from the takeout boxes being replaced with a slight warmth and then in time no heat whatsoever, an uncomfortable almost silence being accompanied by the sound of a faint ticking from your mantelpiece clock. The morning after came quicker than you’d anticipated. You’d still refused to switch your lights on hours after you’d arrived home, only quickly shoving your uneaten takeout into the fridge before crawling into bed. Sleep didn’t come easy; you didn’t expect it to. You’d been fighting the urge to call 911 to report what you’d seen, but every time your fingers hovered above the green button, the urge to press down on it would disappear and be replaced with fear. You’d heard the stories. You knew the goings on in this shithole city you lived in, but up until this moment you had turned a blind eye. Refusing to believe the whisperings about people going missing, or bodies stacking up in the mortuaries without a single clue being left as to who’d put them there. And calling the police to report a crime that you’d convinced yourself at this point may not have actually happened but didn’t seem like something you should or could do. So instead you tried to ignore it, occasionally checking local news sites for recent stabbings or murders, breathing a sigh of relief when nothing was being reported on. No stabbings. No murders. No missing people. Maybe you had just imagined it all, your mind playing tricks on you and a completely innocent encounter looking sinister simply because night had fallen. He wasn’t yelling, he wasn’t begging for help… It was eerily silent in fact. Before you knew it, the day had passed. Monday morning was looming, and the unpleasant feeling inside of you had grown stronger and stronger. The idea of spending the day being stuck at work was too much to deal with, so instead you called in sick and spent the morning feeling sorry for yourself in bed, before getting up determined to put the whole thing behind you with a promise of starting fresh tomorrow. That’s all you wanted. A fresh start from dwelling on an event that was getting fuzzier and fuzzier as each second ticked by, and a fresh start from the now definite ex-boyfriend you had been ignoring for the past few days. You would spend the rest of the day clearing your apartment, doing laundry and finishing it off with a relaxing soak in the bath. If you had witnessed a stabbing or worse, it would have been reported on the news by now, you reassured yourself. * Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. “Has that clock always been this annoying?” you murmured to yourself, sitting upright and glancing over at the alarm clock on your bedside table. The ticking was coming from the clock in your living room, and the urge to get up and knock the batteries out became more and more overwhelming. Instead, you just threw yourself back down and into the pillows, groaning loudly as the other clock beside you taunted you with the time. 5:25am. It wasn’t early enough to get up, but it was too late to try and sleep, as you couldn’t afford another sick day. So you laid there, letting the ticking crawl under your skin, until it was finally replaced by the obnoxious ringing of your alarm clock. You forced yourself into the shower to try and wake yourself up a little; attempting to focus on no sleep was going to be difficult enough as it was, and a hot shower and copious amounts of coffee would have to be your saving grace. Your office allowed for smart casual, so you pinned a portion of your hair back and let some frame your face, before pulling on a smart sundress and cardigan and making your way to work. The air was crisp, and welcoming. Walking in the direction of the subway station, you start to rifle through your bag, searching for your earbuds to put in and close out the rest off the world. With your music app opened and earphones connected, you press play on a random playlist and start walking towards the station. The repetitive beats drowned out the sound of the van speeding towards you, the sound of the side door swinging open and the sound of a man jumping out and approaching you from behind. You didn’t notice a thing, until it was too late. A strong hand pressed against your mouth, stifling any attempt at screaming for help as you were thrown into the vehicle. Before you could fight back, before you could scream for help, everything went black. * His back ached, and his shoulders were heavy from the hours he’d spent in surgery at the end of his shift. This was the last thing he needed, but it wasn’t worth the hell he’d endure if he refused. Dave reached into the backseat and grabbed his doctors bag, filled with the tools he’d require to get the answers out of whoever was waiting in the building next to him. After stepping out of his car, he did his usual look around to make sure he was alone. No one tended to branch this far out of the city, the ‘abandoned’ warehouses had been left to rust until the day the mayor would finally agree to pay to have them torn down. He punched in the passcode into the lock, and was immediately struck by the sounds of your whimpering. The soft desperate sounds bounced off every wall and increased as his footsteps grew louder and louder. The first order of business was to always seek out the folder filled with information left for him; it included basic information such as your name, address and so on, but also a basic outline of what landed you in this mess. An indication of who you really are or what you did. An unfortunate. Someone who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Someone who innocently stumbled upon a crime that should have never been happening in such an open arena. He picked his bag back up and made his way over to you, eyes still scanning through the papers in his hands. And then, he looked at you. Fear etched onto every part of your face, your eyes louder than your mouth. He felt for you. He REALLY felt for you. Dave cleared his throat after finally being able to pull his eyes from yours, after what felt like an eternity. “You can scream as loudly as you want, no one but me will hear you. The ball is in your court, but if you do I'll have to gag you again,” he says, as he reaches to pull the stuffed up scarf from your mouth. Who were you? And why did he already feel so inclined to help you? * You want to scream. You should scream. But you can't. Your lungs don’t feel as though they’re getting enough air as it is, and the idea of screaming when your mouth is severely lacking in any moisture wasn’t a pleasant one. So you don’t. Instead, you bite down on your bottom lip as you stare across at the man in front of you. “Who are you?”

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furious-rogue-stuff · 3 years ago

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Heat - Narcos Fan Fiction Series Chapter List

Pairing: Javier Peña x OFC | Javi x Querida

Disclaimer: Written in 2nd person narrative, you can safely assume our heroine and love/lust interest is a Latina, written by a Latina. Here's my philosophy on my writing, for further context.

Rating: Mature/Explicit 🔞

Series Summary: You don't expect to be pulled into a heated gravitation with Agent Javier Peña, and the more you both try to navigate your lives around each other, the clearer it becomes that your feelings go beyond the torrid desires you both are able to ignite in each other. Will the heat of your passions win out against the tribulations that threaten to pull you apart?

Read at AO3

Drabbles/Prompts inspired by Heat:

I Want You | Hot Water | Right and Wrong | Partners | Demanding

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🧭Heat OC Face Claims Lists:

Heat OC Face Claims: Work Mates

Heat OC Face Claims: Javi’s friends from Laredo

Heat OC Face Claims: Special People in Querida's Life

🆕 Heat - Narcos: Puerto Rico Season Javi

🎶An awesome reader made a Heat playlist on Spotify!

🔊Heat - The Playlist

✨Rationale and background into the meaning of Querida’s name

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*Moodboard image was assembled from several sources and made by yours truly. The OFC’s outfit/appearance is to portray a vibe of who she is and while representing my head-canon, please feel free to conjure what you wish.

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jakes-tummy · 3 years ago

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NOWHERE ELSE

MASTERLIST

Synopsis: Park Sunghoon has had girls falling at his feet since his first year of high school and has always used the excuse of having a girlfriend to turn them down. However, when one girl asks him to prove said girlfriend’s existence, you become entangled in the mess. So, Sunghoon asks you to be his fake girlfriend for a while, unknowing of the fact you also harbour feelings for him and wish you were more than a fake.

Genre: fake dating au, strangers to lovers?, social media au, angst, fluff, humour

Warnings: swearing, death threats ig, I'll add more when they come up

Starring: Enhypen, Chaeryeong and Yuna from Itzy, TXT, Hyeongjun from Cravity, Dongpyo from Mirae, Dia from PIXY, and Nahyun from Hot Issue

STARTED: 11/3/21

END: 1/14/22

STATUS: COMPLETED

UPDATES: tbd

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Playlist: nowhere else -EDEN

Profiles:

La Familia | Hurricane Tortilla | Others

Teaser: ✨gifted✨

Extras: [Memes 1] [Memes 2]

Chapters:

1) prove it (written + sns)

2) explain yourself

3) lie of the century

4) until we graduate?

5) friday (written)

6) I blame sunghoon

7) today will suck

8) Rinko so pretty

9) party in the library

10) boo boo the fool

11) cry about it (written + sns)

12) something smells fishy

13) Mulan (written)

14) surprise me

15) moves like jagger

16) oh I'm so scared

17) new friend (written + sns)

18) cheating

19) what is this feeling

20) what goes on

21) skate date (written)

22) not like other guys

23) messy

24) flowers

25) flowers part two

26) K

27) i hate this

28) why are men

29) apology accepted

30) ice cream (written)

31) this is perfect

32) deactivate

33) just your pretty self

34) count your days (written + sns)

35) deserved

36) deep breaths

37) big brother is happy

38) I'm okay

39) take a nap (GONE WRONG!!) (Written)

40) sorry you're an antiromantic [END]

#sunghoon x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen smau #nowhere else #enha sunghoon x reader #enhypen sunghoon x reader #park sunghoon x reader #sunghoon angst #sunghoon fluff #enhypen au #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff

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chubbypotatoepie · 3 years ago

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Lily’s War (Chapter 2)

Summary: SOE Agent Lily Darlington is unexpectedly demoted from her position and offered a life changing opportunity to become the first female Paratrooper in US history?

Pairing: TBD - love the suspense

Warnings: Mentions of violence, language, Mentions of SA

A/N: Here is chapter 2! I really hope you like it, because I can't wait for Lily’s journey to really begin!

Chapter 2.

Camp Toccoa, August 1942

In Lily’s opinion, you might as well say it as it is, and in the interest of being entirely honest, there was no denying the fact that she was incredibly nervous. She and Colonel Sink had been sat together in his office for the best part of 30 minutes, in complete silence, broken only by the turning of a page or the short “Hmm” when she assumed he had found something particularly interesting. It was a blisteringly hot day in Georgia, not helped by the brand new uniform swaddling her. Lily could feel tiny droplets of sweat forming on the back of her collar, and she wasn’t entirely sure if it was due to the heat, or her nerves.

“Three years with the Special Operations Executive, specialising in espionage and reconnaissance in Occupied Europe. Joined the ranks in ’39, first in your class, excellent marksman, skilled in hand to hand combat, you speak both French and German fluently. A figurehead of Operation Banquet, took part in Alphabet ’40, Operation Lancelot through to Arthur in ’41 and Operation Guinevere earlier this year. Wounded in action twice, the last time quite recently.” Colonel Sink raised a singular eyebrow as he continued. “Honourably discharged and sent to us, sounds like their loss.” His eyes rose from the thick file to meet hers.

“Indeed, Sir.” Lily smiled nervously.

“We are mighty grateful you chose to join us, you have an impressive track record if ever I’ve seen one. The knowledge and experience you amassed during your time on The Continent will prove invaluable to us as we begin this next phase, for both the men and the intelligence division. That being said, I would like to have you meet with your Company’s Intelligence Officer afterwards, to share any important information you have, our men are yet to see any action and I believe any insight to be invaluable.”

“I think that’s a very smart idea, Sir. I’ll bring my reports from my last operation. I personally found that the more information shared with me, the less of a shock going in was. I would also like to personally thank you for accepting me into Daisy, I understood you faced a lot of opposition in taking part.”

“There’s many who don’t agree with women joining the ranks, they don’t think it’s a woman’s place. I however disagree, you women are doing a fine job behind the lines, and alongside them. Your record is one of many glowing reports, I’m sure. I plan on showing the American public just what a woman is made of. I understand that your service record is evident that you are deserving of an officers rank, however, with many wishing us to fail and waiting for any hint of foul play, we can’t be seen as giving handouts, nor can we reveal your service record to the greater public. Do you follow what I’m saying?”

“I understand your meaning, Sir. Three years with the SOE and I’m undecorated, I don’t believe it has hindered my performance thus far.” Lily let a cheeky grin grow on her lips.

“Well with that all dealt with, I can officially welcome you to the 101st Airborne, 506th 2nd Battalion. Easy Company has been selected for you, and they are one hell of a fine Company, they are excelling in training and I know you’ll fit right in.” The Colonel stood extending his hand. “I’ll send you on you way now, wouldn’t want you late for your first meeting. Good luck Private.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

As Lily made her way to the door the Colonel called out once more. “And Darlington, give ‘em hell.” With a wink she was gone, her mind absorbing the enormous responsibility she found herself with.

—-

Lily hastily made her way back out into the glorious Georgia sunshine, the cool breeze of the afternoon offered a blessed relief from the confines of the stuffy office. She was well and truly in the thick of it now. No longer a British agent, no longer part of a tag team, a sense of apprehension crept over as the young woman realised that for the forceable future she was Lily Darlington. One tiny cog in the large machine that was the US Military. No code name, no mask, entirely exposed. Now would be a bloody good time to start smoking she chuckled to herself. Taking in a deep breath she composed and reminded herself of what Jack had shared during her rather booze filled last night in London.

“You look ridiculous when you sulk, Darlington” Jack leaned in across the dimly lit table.

“I am not sulking.” Her eyes snapped up from the scratch in the wood she had been staring at.

“Of course you are, you’ve been nursing that pint for over an hour, and you’ve got a pouty lower lip. You’re acting like a child.”

“Am I not allowed to be nervous?”

“What on earth do you have to be nervous about. You’ve spent the past three years in the arms of Herr Hitler, surely you can handle a bunch of yanks.” He spoke quietly.

“That isn’t what concerns me.” She lent back in her chair, unwillingly allowing her doubts to race through her mind.

“You know they let me choose my partner?” His words brought her attention sharply back into the room.

“Excuse me?”

“Hmm. I had the pick of the bunch really, 14 active agents, but I chose you.”

“Why?”

“Because you had tenacity, and pluck. I heard rumours about some troublesome young lady in training who despite all odds was top of her class. There was a betting pool over whether or not you’d pass.”

“And what did you bet?” Lily could feel herself becoming defensive, her eyes glaring at her partner.

“Who do you think started the pool.” He winked, finishing his drink. “My point being, I took a risk with you, and it payed off. They offered me a new partner after our first mission, I offered them my resignation, they gave you back to me. It’s not enough to just have the training, you have to have spirit. I trusted you with my life and you never let me down. You’re Lily bloody Darlington for Christs sake, pull yourself together.”

—-

With a deep breath she entered the building, finding herself in a small hallway with a singular desk and a young Private sat behind, furiously typing away at a report on a battered looking Underwood.

“Afternoon.” She spoke across the empty hall. the young man’s eyes snapped up at the sound of her voice, his posture shifting when he realised he was speaking to a woman. “I have a meeting with the Intelligence Officer of Easy Company.” Lily smiled as the young man sprang to attention, knocking a pile of carefully balanced papers about his desk.

“Oh, uh, yes ma’am, they’re up the hall, first door on your left.” Lily wasn’t in the mood, nor the position to question it, however, she also wasn’t entirely blind to the obviousness that the private had not been expecting a woman to be attending the meeting. Brushing the thought off, she made her way up the hall and paused just outside the room, brushing her hair behind her ear and bringing it closer to the door. She couldn’t seem to hear any voices coming from within, she had always hated feeling unprepared. It had been a while since she was the lone female in a meeting, yet she reminded herself that this was probably going to turn into a common feeling during her time spent here. Taking a second to compose herself, she knocked sharply on the door, preparing herself for whatever lay within.

It was opened almost immediately, and before her stood a tall gentleman, with fair hair and a confused look on his face.

“Good Afternoon?” His voice was gentle.

“I’m Private Darlington, your transfer, Sir?” Making note of his rank, she slapped a smile of false confidence across her white teeth.

“My apologies Private, please come in.” Moving aside he motioned her towards where he had been sitting just moments before. She felt her shoulders relax as she sat her satchel down next to her chair, she had worked herself up over nothing.

“Will it just be the two of us, Sir?” Eager to get the meeting going.

“We’re just waiting on the Company’s Intelligence Officer, he shouldn’t be too much longer.” He spoke into his watch. “Lieutenant Winters.” Extending his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m sorry about earlier, Division wasn’t entirely clear on who we should expect.” He smiled apologetically.

“They never are.” Lily joked in an attempt to lighten the mood. Just as she was about to kick herself for speaking so informally in-front of a Commanding Officer, the door swung open with a loud thud and a deep voice travelled into the room.

“I told him I had a meeting, I told him I had to leave, apparently I was being unpatriotic to the cause. I swear that Sobel has a stick so far up his…”

“Lieutenant Nixon, this is Private Darlington. The transfer we were told to expect.” Winters butt in, gesturing towards the young woman stood in the centre of the room.

Lily could have sworn her heart stopped beating for a split second, and she felt her breath catch in the back of her throat. This must be some sort of game.

“Lily?”

The pair both stood in silence, taking each other in. Her eyes glided over his smart uniform, not a thread or button out of place. She noticed how much older he looked, granted it had been almost four years since she’d last been in the presence of the Great Lewis Nixon. His hair was styled differently, the ring was new too. Just before her mind allowed her to think she was hallucinating, he spoke, his attention moving between her and the uncertain looking Lieutenant Winters.

“What are you doing here?” He broke the silence, closing the door behind him.

“I was transferred.” She spoke, not realising how quietly her voice sounded.

“You’re the British Intelligence transfer?” He made his way across the room towards her.

“Am I missing something?” Winters interjected, snapping the pair out of their daze.

“I’m so sorry Sir, Nix and I, that is, Lieutenant Nixon and I have met before.” She spoke to the obviously perplexed man.

“What are you doing here?” Nix looked at her even more confused.

“I think it might be best if we all take a seat.” Winters motioned to the chairs, shooting a look at Nixon. As Lily sat she retrieved the copy of her file from her bag, all too conscious of Lewis Nixon’s look of confused bewilderment staring into her.

“I believe the best explanation you’ll find is within my file.” She smiled softly at her old friend, passing her documents across the table, all too aware of how her heart was racing as she sat back into her seat and prepared to unroll the last three years of her life.

The following hours ticked by, the men remained relatively silent, absorbing the information as Lily recounted her time in the employment of the SOE. Beginning at her recruitment, she spoke of how, in admiration for her brother after he joined the RAF, she had seen a job advertised for ‘Strong Willed Women’ who wished to aid in the War effort. She explained how she had initially envisioned it to be a secretarial post. A role so many of her friends had become involved in across the city for the various governmental departments, rooms of women armed with typewriters, essential to the cause. Much to her shock, she had arrived at the interview and upon swearing secrecy, was met with a series of tasks. The day had been spent translating newspapers, interviews in both French and German, deciphering of codes, and mapping routes using satellite photos of the rural countryside. It was during that which she had come to the realisation she was not being recruited for the typing pool. Lily recounted how she had left the interview with a thousand unanswered questions, remaining that way for two weeks before a telegram was sent to her, requesting her presence the following evening.

Lewis Nixon found himself glued to his seat as he listened to Lily detail her extensive training in the Scottish Highlands. How she had spent weeks learning how to assemble, and disassemble British and German firearms until she could do it blindfolded. Gruelling physical training mixed with map reading and intensive Morse code classes. His mind unable to process how the young girl he once knew was sitting before him, speaking so eloquently and easily about how she had excelled in demolition and explosive handling, and had received top billing during her marksmanship training. He listened attentively as she went on to recount a particular night on the moors during unarmed combat training, whereby a young recruit had made a simple, yet fatal mistake. it had been her first realisation into how dangerous of a situation she was walking into. He watched as she almost seemed to slip into herself for a split second, before turning the page in her file and directing the mens attention to the information within.

He noticed her energy picked up as she talked the men through her first assignment and partner. Her eyes almost looked as if they were sparkling as she spoke about her first meeting with Jack, how he was the personification of whit. He had been on The Continent for a handful of weeks prior, and she had been so thankful to have a pair of experienced hands to help guide her. Their first operation together had been a simple one, locate and report. The pair had spent 3 months creating maps of Germany’s munition factories and radioing them back to HQ in preparation for bombardment. It had proved incredibly successful, and almost as soon as they returned home they were sent back out again, carrying a larger responsibility this time. Nixon found himself almost uncomfortable as the young woman revealed how their second operation was far more layered than the first. She had spent the second half of the year on the arm of Germany’s most powerful players, giving her an invisible seat at the table, it seemed that British Intelligence was at the heart of German brothels, under their very nose if you will. Lily had spent weeks attending dinners, Galas, meetings, passing information back to Jack regarding Nazi plans to invade Britain without so much as a whisker of suspicion. After all, no-one with a sensible head on their shoulders would dare to question a married and respectable German General as to the origins of his evening accoutrement. It was becoming crudely apparent to Lewis Nixon that the Lily sat before him was not the same girl he had last met. He found himself feeling heavier as she explained how draining she found the operation. She would spend weeks in the company of a target, brought out like a show pony to events, expected to play the game in the evenings. They’d get bored of her eventually and she’d be sent back to the brothel where she would reconvene with Jack, collect their findings and escape across the coast to England.

The following Operations copied the same patterns, she confessed how she began to feel restless in her role, how it started to take its toll, amusing over how her debutant days gave her better preparation, rather than tracking around the Scottish Highlands. After returning from an Operation in early ’41, she had relayed this feeling to her Commanding Officer, and to her relief, her and Jack’s next orders were to camp out in the Netherlands in order to locate a double agent. Her voice became softer to a certain degree as she spoke about how much of it was spent waiting, exchanging information back and forth with the underground resistance movement that had begun growing, until they received orders to move their operation forward to the final stages. It was the first time she'd actually used hand to hand combat since training, and how she had received her first official injury, it was also the first time she had taken a life. The afternoon glow began to fill the room before either of the men chose to speak.

“You were involved in a final operation earlier this year, before your honourable discharge?” Lieutenant Winters questioned, dissipating the tension that had creeped in.

“Yes Sir, I was. Guinevere. It was meant to be a simple information extraction, but it didn’t go to plan. My cover was compromised and I was wounded. We had to emergency evacuate. I was honourably discharged once I was released from hospital, and following that, I was offered the transfer here. There’s not much else to it.” She pushed her shoulders back and sat up straight waiting for a response.

“Thank you Private Darlington. This is an incredibly detailed report, and alongside your own personal experiences I believe it will give us valuable insight into the conflict ahead. You deserve some well earned rest, Private Mullins will show you to your barracks and introduce you to your men.” Lieutenant Winters spoke as he collated the pages together. “It was a pleasure to meet you, and I look forward to working alongside you.”

The men stood together as Lily made her way out of the door and down the hall, Winters waiting till he could be sure the young woman was out of ear shot. “Are you going to explain?”

“Jesus Dick.” Nixon sighed as he sat back down in the chair. “I know her. Well I knew her. We were neighbours for two years, Hell her and Blanche went everywhere together.”

“That somewhat explains your behaviour.” Winters replies, joining Nixon back at the table.

“Yeah, no shit. Her brother Clarence and I kept in touch. He mentioned she joined up in some of his letters. I thought he meant as a nurse or a secretary, not as a goddamn spy.”

“She said herself she just wanted to do her part.” Winters offered up.

“This is a bit more than doing your part.” Nixon muttered aloud, flicking through her file. His eyes stopped as he scanned the page. “Do you not think she was rather offhand about what she’s been through?”

“It wouldn’t be right for me to say. Neither you, nor I have dirt on our boots yet.” He looked at Nixon with a raised eyebrow.

—-

“Hey Perconte, what are you thinking of, blousin’ your pants?” Johnny Martin grunted as he burst open the barrack door, stopping at the threshold. His eyes widened as a small brunette head popped up from beneath a newly laid cot. Before he had a chance to react, he was shoved further into the room, a disgruntled Liebgott and Perconte pushing past him, confused as to what the man was hanging about for.

“Shut up, Martin, alright? He gigged everybody.” The short man turned to face him, following his confused stare to the row of cots behind him. “What the hell.” Perconte muttered under his breath drawing the attention of the men towards the disturbance.

“You lost nursie?” Liebgott chimed in.

Just as Lily opened her mouth to reply, Carwood Lipton’s voice filled the room.

“Alright, let’s go, on the road in PT formation. What’s the hold up men?” Lipton made his way through the crowd that had formed around the entryway.

“There’s a girl here, Sarge.” Liebgott motioned towards the brunette who was making her way out from beneath the cot and towards the group.

“Private Darlington, Sir. I’m your transfer.” She smiled and extended her transfer papers toward him.

“She’s a limey?” Perconte whispered to Shifty Powers.

“She’s a she?” He added back, his face full of disbelief.

Lipton looked from the papers, to the girl, and back to the papers again. He had been briefed that morning about the incoming transfer, initially confused when he was informed there would be a British transfer, but who was he to question Colonel Sink’s direct orders. It had, however, been left out that the transfer would be a girl. He could feel the stares of the men bearing down on him, and he pushed his surprise aside, handing the papers back to the girl with a smile. “Listen up Easy Company, This is Private Darlington, a transfer. You will make her feel welcome and treat her the same as any other member of this unit. Is that clear?”

A resounding “Yes, Sir!” was returned from the men of the barrack.

“Now move on out, we’re running Currahee in two minutes. Private Darlington, change and meet outside for PT formation.” Lipton called as he made his way out.

Lily watched as the men filtered out of the hut towards the field in front, not entirely blind to the mix of stares and glares shot in her direction. “Well this is going to be bloody good fun” she mumbled to herself.

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WILLOW: It won't happen again, I promise. No more spells. I'm finished. BUFFY: Good. I think it's right. To give it up. No matter how good it feels. WILLOW: It's not worth it. Not if it messes with the people I love. The magic wasn't all great. I won't miss the nosebleeds and the headaches and stuff. BUFFY: There you go. WILLOW: Or ... keeping stinky yak cheese in my bra. Don't ask. BUFFY: Now I don't have to. WILLOW: 'Cause it's over. BUFFY: Exactly. It's over.

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