#aurora rising fanfic

[blakeblueboi]

Chapter 4 of On The Road Of The Aurora Borealis is finally here!!!

[gergthecat]

Nobody:

Me, making a typo while writing:

Please tell me someone gets this

[megsarts]

ROTBTD WESTEROS AU

Maleficent Targaryen jealously guards her thrown by murdering any possibly heir that might supplant her...though five have escaped her grasp. Her sons Stefan and Frederick are hiding their children from her. 

Frederick Targaryen and Arianna Dayne’s eldest child Elsa has taken on the name Stark and the identity of the eldest daughter and heir to Winterfell.  Rapunzel, Elsa’s twin sister, was taken as a child to Essos, though the Septa who took her was less than trustworthy. Their youngest child Arthur is serving as a squire to a knight of house Dayne. 

Meanwhile, Stefan’s only child Aurora is betrothed to marry Philip Tyrell of Highgarden, though her whereabouts are a mystery. 

There is one other lost Targaryen, a Greyjoy of dubious heritage, Hiccup. 

Any one of these young people could bring about the end of Maleficent’s reign of terror over the seven kingdoms but first, they’ll need dragons....

[slident]

This is so real 😭

I looked at fanfic for the situations I wanted, there was (1) that matched. So I’m doing it myself!

I hate when people say "im in such a tiny fandom 🥺" and it's She-Ra. I'm in the Aurora Cycle fandom, pal. Ever heard of it? NO. NOONE HAS. WHY DO THE MOST POPULAR POSTS RELATED TO THIS STORY ONLY HAVE THIRTY NOTES

[honeii-puff]

ive tried this before and it very much flopped but lets try this again:

25 notes and ill start posting my poetry on Tumblr

50 notes and ill clean my room

100 notes and ill blog about me learning Floriography (the victorian language of flowers) (@floriology-daily)

200 notes and ill rewrite my Aurora Rising fanfic

300 notes and ill make an intro post

400 notes and ill do an asking game

500 notes and ill do more research into my heritage (Persian-Native American-Scottish)

600 notes and ill revamp this old story idea I had and post it on here

go wild ig

@that-dam-heartstopper-fan my favorite movie is Free Guy lol and now i have to go clean my room bcuz of you

Edit: Well ill be damned guys

[evanzrosier]

hi my name is aurora. i'm an aroace human being who likes to talk about their favorite things :>

i started tumblr to talk about the marauders and clean out my brain. sometimes, i just need to talk about them to feel better.

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

here's a list of my favorite things:

☆ marauders era

starchaser, rosekiller, wolfstar, evan rosier, regulus black, james potter, sirius black

☆ percy jackson

nico di angelo, percy jackson, annabeth chase

☆ artists

stray kids, troye sivan, louis tomlinson, enhypen, p1harmony, sara kays, jaden hossler

☆ books

percy jackson, all for the game, the maze runner, dark rise, dark heir

i spend 90% of my time reading fanfiction so here're my fav marauders fanfics:

Only the Brave by Solmussa

Mastermind (Love Made Me Crazy) by MiriamMT

Art Heist, Baby! by otrtbs

Teach Them How To Dream by calamitoustide

Crimson Rivers by bizarrestars

A star for a summer's day by her_smile_forges_galaxies

(don't ask about them, i can't remember anything)

[oswildin]

“WELL I GUESS THAT’S WORTH A LOOK…”

FIC MASTERLIST // TIKTOK // PLAYLISTS // ART

DO NOT REPOST MY WORK (ART OR FICS).

i mainly write for loki (mcu), but have one shots for other fandoms and characters like star wars, the boys, the last of us (hbo), the amazing spider-man, doctor who and moon knight.

My thoughts on Loki (and related media) compilation

about me

name: gigs or oswald // pronouns: she/they // age: 21+ // personality: INFP // autistic

active fandoms: marvel (mcu), doctor who, the boys tv, the mandalorian, the last of us (hbo), house of the dragon

favourite characters: loki, sylvie, nebula, agatha harkness, wanda maximoff, kate bishop, yelena belova, moon knight, tasm!peter parker, clara oswald, the master (dhawan & missy), the doctor, (fave is 12)

favourite albums: artpop (lady gaga), the family jewels (marina), vessel (twenty one pilots), too weird to live (p!atd), rise & fall (chappell roan), all my demons (aurora)

favourite song of all time: take on me - a-ha

hobbies: making music, writing poetry, making fanfics/povs, drawing (new to digital art making)

other general info: i’m autistic, have been a tumblr user since the golden days - yes i lived through superwholock lmao. love comedies (rom-coms are a guilty pleasure). favourite marvel film is, ofc, thor ragnarok (comfort film). been a loki stan since 2012/2013. favourite sit-coms have to be superstore, the office us and modern family. studied media analysis.

why is my blog called ‘what a world for a one finned goldfish’?: it’s a reference to gus from moon knight, steven’s one-finned goldfish, but also that in a way I feel like a one-finned goldfish in this weird, scary world made for neurotypicals lol.

what is my blog?: a mess lmao. i mostly come on here to reblog, stare at gifs for hours, appreciate peoples writing, fangirl and occasionally write or make stupid text posts.

polite asks and disclaimers

- this blog is safe space. dni if you’re a bigot (ableist, homophobic, transphobic, racist… you get the idea, it is not welcome here.)

- no fandom drama, no ship wars, i frankly do not care or wish to argue with strangers on the internet! personally, i think the whole thing is silly. but go off besties, just not on my posts please! be respectful. lokius & sylki shippers welcome, just be kind. i am a multi-shipper. I do not follow the drama, i keep to myself.

- i’m open to discussion and conversation, not arguments, especially when it comes to certain characters or media or whatever. it’s okay that we have different opinions. it’s okay that you may not like something and i do. i promise, it is okay.

- please do not repost without permission - as in, copy and paste… or “steal” if you will. if you are inspired by my work, credit me. that’s all i ask.

- most of my writing is sfw and gender neutral unless specified, i do not write smut. i just can’t do it, hats off to those who write it eloquently and elegantly, truly!

- let’s all be kind to one another.

Basically all you need to know about me is that this is the most accurate depiction you’ll ever need of me:

BANNERS ARE MY OWN ARTWORK (POSE REFERENCE: X)

[starfish-sonnyangel]

so bored you might... come out of fanfic retirement? you must be really really bored,,,

squad's favorite terran foods in your hcs?

-from @auroracycle-enjoyer

guess who has two thumbs and is working on this instead of their lit final! 🤗🤗🤗

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!! again please please ask me things i promise ill respond even if it takes me a couple months lmao!

he squads fav terran foods

ty - 

had a gym rat phase during the academy so for like 3+ years he was literally only considering how much protein a certain food had not how it tasted or anyyyything

seasoning? we dont know her here

if you ask him he’ll probably say salad (he’s lying)

auri introduced him to pizza and he’s hooked

fav is margarita bc he likes to pretend that the basil add some nutritional value

auri

SOUPPP SOUP SOUP

ugh i just need her to curl up with a good book and music and a bowl of soup she deserves it

literally any kind of soup as long as its hot n served with some kinda bread

loves chicken noodle/irish stew/really heavy soups like that bc it reminds her of what her mom used to cook

also egg drop soup, oxtail, lanzhou beef noodles, all the stuff her dad used to make

give her a mug of chicken noodle and some sourdough and she’ll literally love you forever.

its canon from aurora rising that she likes spicy food so i know she loads allll her food up with spice

everyone’s learned to not ask for a bite of her soup if they dont need to give their sinuses a deep cleanse

ty was the first to learn the hard way, snuck a sip of her food secretly and 2 minutes later was curled up on the floor with a box of tissues and a jug of milk

“ty are you cryin-” “IM NOT CRYING SHUT UP MY EYES ARE WATERING”

again, he’s not a big seasoning guy

Scar

any kind of pasta

she got really into making fresh pasta during the academy, bc she obviously needed a hobby to fill up all the time she spent not studying

is lwky a pasta prodigy can lecture you on any type of pasta

her favorite kind is fusilli (“because it’s extra, like me!”)

also a pesto fanatic

goes vegan at least 4 times each year

her current record is 2 weeks

sweet treats!!

fav cake is tirmisu

can always be trusted to have a snack tucked away in her bag

Fin

survives off energy drinks and caf, you wouldn’t really call him a foodie

that being said, he’s a sucker for a good sandwich

clean, compact, won’t get into his suit, tastes good, sandwiches check off all necessary boxes

would sell his suit for a good turkey panini

took him a while to get used to terran food but he is now a confirmed fan

with that being said he cannot cook

once set off the fire alarms across the entire academy after forgetting about a baguette he had toasting in the kitchen

i feel like he'd also be straegly obbsessed with random terran snacks like goldfish and graham crackers

is a FIEND for those yougurt chew things that are for babies

"fin, two go-gurts and a family sized bag of chex mix is not a well-rounded dinner"

looooves those nerd gummy clusters

to be completely honest he'll eat literally anything if he's hungry enough

as previously stated i need to get on my academic grind so ill be completing everyone else soon, just wanted to get this out bc i havent posted in a while

this was so much fun to do, thanks again to @auroracycle-enjoyerfor the ask!

[crazysaru99]

Drawings for @flippythegodzilla

He hecho demasiados dibujos porque mi mente está en una máquina y no he podido parar y pensar en muchas ideas para los fanfics Legends Never Die y Reach for the Stars.

In Legends Never Die

Here I have a young prince Dagon in love with the young queen Aurora (Zilla)

According to her lore Aurora was a human chosen by Gaia to rule and have balance on the planet, she is a peculiar case because the previous king had been dethroned for trying to destroy the balance… so to speak.

And here is a pre and post of her rise to queen, she grew taller, her hair got much longer and she developed a tail.

I think the titans did not look favorably on Aurora (As in the canon) they saw her as an impostor (Despite being chosen by Gaia) she had to earn her place as queen with the help of the queen mother Shimo (Possible wife of the previous king?) and her son Dagon who would be her future partner.

Here is the old drawing of Aurora's royal costume that in the end didn't convince me.

Her Kimono inspired me in the 12-layer kimono of Inuyasha's mother.

An now in Reach for the Stars

In her fanfic the sonic characters are older (It's a next generation bnha crossover) (these drawings were made months ago)

Princess Momo with her mother Sally in her fanfic.

I originally had this idea based on @imaginationblur , This character is based on Queen Aleena from the concept art and this a baby sister (here is older sister). But now I think that ''Helena'' is Queen Aleena's mother.

Here we have Princess Izuku and the design of her dress didn't convince me so I had made several more designs.

I tried to redesign my Aleena design based on her original dress with a touch of Queen Serenity's dress.

Apparently some friendships will continue in the next generation…

Well these last images are random, I feel that Rouge's civil name would be Bianca, although I don't know what name to give myself dasdbjas and Manic dressed as a prince…

[erinelliotc]

About me

Welcome to my safe space! (mostly an Ed, Edd n Eddy blog)

I'm Érin Elliot Eddward Marion Mason (I'd appreciate being called Double D, Edd or Dudu (Edd's nickname in Brazil) too ^^). My pronouns are they/them and he/him. I'm nonbinary trans (pomogender, quoigender, agender, genderqueer, libramasc and boyflux).

I'm Brazilian, 24 years old (born in June 15th, 2000), autistic, Double D kinnie (most of my Double D's analyses are me projecting myself onto him) and EddEddy shipper. Ed, Edd n Eddy is my biggest special interest! I'm both an Eddy apologist and an Edd apologist, I'll defend these bitches with all my heart and soul.

I also love:

Will Wood

Deltarune/Undertale

Arcane

Death Note

Gravity Falls

Infinity Train

The Owl House

Over The Garden Wall

The Office

Sally Face

Five Nights at Freddy's

Demon Slayer

Little Witch Academia

Amphibia

Things I like: pink, yellow (golden and mustard), blue-green/green-blue colors, cuteness, weirdness! weird stuff! weird people!, organization, archiving data, ducks, cats, roly polies/pill bugs, caterpillars, snails, moths, bees, mushrooms, dandelions, sunflowers, rainbows, soap bubbles, autumn/spring, the fire element, nature/living beings in general, fairies, plushies, taking pics, editing videos, writing, music, cartoons, bubble wrap, LGBTQ+ content (especially lesbian/sapphic/wlw), hot chocolate, chocolate milk, fries, neugebauer chocolate (milk), coca-cola, brownie, savory food, likes mealy apples more than crunchy apples, puns, spending time alone, working on my personal projects, dedicating myself to my hyperfixations, wearing comfy clothes (usually pajamas), brain-training games, learning, stimming, singing

Things I dislike: changes, lack of order, jumpscare/scares, interruptions, too many people, leaving my house, cold/winter, sun, beach, traveling, public speaking/presentation, passion fruit, tomato, guava paste, white chocolate, cold savory food, get dirty eating, sticky and creamy substances on my skin, physical activity, bugs climbing/walking on me without my consent and prior preparation, people yelling at me and/or being harsh/agressive with me, not being understood

Some of my areas of interest are:

Information Science (Archivology and Library Science)

Psychology (and health area in general)

Biology

Journalism

Design

You can find my edits here! (they're mostly EEnE edits)

You can get to know about my history with Ed, Edd n Eddy here!

My fanarts

My EEnE content (my own posts and my comments on reblogs)

And ALL my EEnE content here (includes reblogs)!

Soon I'll start posting my EEnE stories/fanfics too :)

SOCIAL MEDIA:

Linktree (all my links): https://linktr.ee/ErinElliotC

Carrd:

Português: https://erinmini.carrd.co/

English: https://erinmini.carrd.co/#carrdeng

TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@erinelliotc

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@Esquikoko

Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/pato__magico

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ErinElliotC

Twitter (main account): https://twitter.com/AutisticQueer

Twitter (art account): https://twitter.com/DoubleDrawings

This was my main blog (Esquikoko) but I don't use it anymore

I have an abandoned blog to post pictures of roly polies

Read this in case I die disappear from social media

Some other stuff about me:

I'm a Visual Communication (Graphic Design) Technician (I don't really work with that though)

I'm a crocheter (still learning)

Undergraduate program: currently studying Library Science (4/8 semesters); I also studied Psychology for 5/10 semesters and Journalism for 1/8 semester

Height: 5'1 (1,55 m)

MBTI: ISFJ

Enneagram: 9w1

Instinctual Variant: sp/so

Moral alignment: Neutral good

Orientation: Asexual, aromantic and lesbian

Astrological sign: Gemini (sun), Cancer (rising), Sagittarius (moon)

Favorite musical artists/bands:

Will Wood (and the Tapeworms)

Cavetown

Grouplove

Miracle Musical

Lemon Demon

Melanie Martinez

Aurora

Baby Fuzz

Hungry Hearts

The Living Tombstone

Mitski

MARINA

Toby Fox

Oingo Boingo

P!nk

Pitty

Green Day

Lily Allen

Lady Gaga

Tally Hall

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff. Ravenclaw would be my second house

Spirituality: Witch and agnostic

Get to know a little about my musical taste here!

Special interests/current, recurrent and/or fixed hyperfixations: Ed Edd n Eddy, Will Wood, autism, mental disorders, genetic mutations, organization, Deltarune, Arcane, Death note, Gravity Falls, Cellbit, The Owl House, Over The Garden Wall, The Office, Sally Face, intersexuality, lesbianity, transgenerity, asexuality, cats, barism (specialty in making coffee), Brazil Avenue (Avenida Brasil)

[b00kdiary]

Blue | Rafe Cameron (1)

Rafe Cameron x OC Aurora Huntington (Wattpad/ AO3 Extract)

Rafe and Aurora have been playing cat and mouse in a never-ending game of wanting and hating each other- and tonight is the first time it's all been too much to take, too hard to fight.

Notes: A smutty chapter from my Rafe Cameron fanfic (found here and here) that all my followers loved and for good reason, this one's pretty... hot.

Warnings: Mature Language, 18+ content, smut, fluff.

(2)

(3)

"No, you attacked my friends again." I release a shaky breath, and slump back from him, "And this time I got hurt, you were so fucking caught up in beating the shit out of JJ, from jumping them three against two, that you actually hurt me."

"They fucked Topper's boat, they sunk it, Aurora," I roll my eyes, even though it was news to me, it was always someone's boat, or a bottle of beer, or a comment or look, it was always something. "And besides you're the one who decided to walk away, you decided that whatever the fuck this is, it was over."

"Because of this!" I whisper yell, pointing at his chest, "Because of all of this." I sigh, shaking my head at him in disbelief and he stares back, his eyes blazed and his chest rising and falling hoarsely. "Why do you act like this? Do you want me to hate you? Do you want me to give up is that it?"

"You don't hate me," He says simply, scoffing and I narrow my eyes at his adamant tone, at that small laugh that escapes him. "You don't hate me Aurora, you wish you could, but you can't."

"You insufferable-" I huff, pushing my loose hair behind my ear, "You act like a prick and you think that I don't hate you, that I like you? That I condone or accept any of the crap you repeatedly do to hurt me?"

"Like I said you want to hate me, but you can't." He says the words slower, dragging them out and my breath hitches as he inches closer, his hands falling to either side of the counter, locking me in. I steel my jaw, but I can't help the way my body shakes, the quiver running through my bones at the darkness in his eyes, that lust-laden, heady intent shining there.

"Tell me you hate me, say it," He whispers, running his lips against my cheek and I force back the moan that threatens to slip from me.

"I hate you," I mutter, my eyes fluttering and no conviction behind my words and he chuckles, low and hoarse against my ear.

"Come on, Princess," He chides, and somehow, he's slipped between my thighs, his pelvis resting on top of mine and it makes my head spin. "I hurt you and your friends, I fucked everything, say it like you mean it."

He was inciting me, teasing me, my nails carved into my palm as I clench my hands and pushed back at his chest, pushing him away from running his mouth across my flesh.

"I hate you." I spit, my lip curling and his eyes brighten with amusement and need, "I fucking hate you, Rafe."

"Do you?" He mutters, watching me, watching my chest rise and fall heavily, his gaze looking over my t-shirt, my heavy breasts unbound and my legs bare before him and it felt so intimate, so intimate that a pulse ran through my core.

"Yes," I breathed, my chest brushing against his with the movement, "I do, You know I hate you. You've proven time and time again that you're unworthy of me, of anything remotely romantic that I could give you."

"True," He concedes, smiling bitterly but as his face inches closer to me, I see the taunt in his eyes, "but that doesn't make you want me any less, does it? That doesn't make the need go away."

"I don't want or need you." Lies, it was all lies and I saw in the tilt of his lip and the small movements of his hips against me, that he knew it too, that he knew it and would love to prove otherwise. This was wrong, I should have pushed him off or yelled or ran away, but all I wanted was more.

I needed him to give me more.

"Tsk tsk tsk," He kissed his teeth jeering at me, and anger meshed with desire in me as he inches closer to me, his body hard and muscled, pressing into me. "You want me as badly as I want you Aurora, you know it, you feel it."

And almost as if to prove it, he pressed his bottom half against me and I gasped at the hardness digging into my thigh, inches from where I pulsed and ached and needed him most. He smiled at the sound that came from me, smiled at my body shivering against him, unable to hide it.

"And I bet if I ran my hands over your body right now, it would betray you," He whispered hoarsely, running over me like a soft wind "I bet it would say all the things you won't."

His hand rose and my body shook as he ran his calloused and ring hand over my arm, up until it met the sleeve of my t-shirt, across my collar bone, neck and then slowly inched down, stopping just above my breast. I don't think I was breathing, unable to look away as his finger circled just above my chest and when my eyes met his, I saw the question there.

I didn't speak, couldn't speak, and instead, I forced myself to steel my spine and I raised what I hoped was a defiant and challenging brow to him. A look that said, 'Take your best shot'.

He grinned and the sight made me clench., with delight in his eyes his hand trailed down and with the barest touch, his index fingers ran over my nipple and circled once. Just once.

I groaned softly, my bud going instantly hard and sensitive and the feeling of his finger teasing over it had sparks coursing through me like thunder and lightning. He smiled, proud and infatuated, his eyes watching the peak poke through my thin t-shirt and a didn't object as his hand curved around my breast and squeezed, his fingers pinching the nipple and rolling it.

I moaned, my eyes fluttering and my back curving back at the feeling and even though I knew I was proving him right, that he was winning, I didn't care. I wanted him to keep going, I didn't want him to stop.

"That doesn't prove anything," I managed to gasp out, my body shaking against his firm grip and the way his fingers coaxed my nipples and palmed my breast, bringing out so many feelings I didn't know possible.

"No?" He raised an amused brow, a knowing glint in his eyes and when he uncupped my breast, letting it fall back, I tried to hide my disappointment. But that was short-lived, as his hand began tracing down my stomach, the material tickling against my skin and then fell, moving to hold my bare thigh.

His eyes met mine and my toes curled at the look in his eye, at that insatiable shine.

"I bet," He twirled his digits idly over my skin, prickling the flesh, "That if I reached in between these pretty thighs, I'd find you soaking wet and aching for me, Princess. In fact, I would bet that the second I touch you, you'll be begging me not to stop."

His crude words make my body tighten and I knew that I was soaking, soaking straight through the cotton of my panties and down my thighs and I knew that if he touched me, every moral or modicum of dignity would fly out the window.

But still, I cocked my head and with a low timbre said, "Why don't you find out?"

He could've eaten me alive at that moment, could've ruined me in every single delicious way he knew how it was stark in his eyes, in the way his hand clenched around my thigh, and I near moaned in desire for it.

He manages to control himself and I'm more than willing when he moves to push my thighs further apart, a groan grumbling deep in his throat when he lifts my t-shirt and reveals my simple black underwear.

He runs his thumb over the front, feeling the wetness and I mewl, my eyes closing at that barest of touches. He releases a shaky breath and before I know it, his hand is slipping into the material and over my aching core.

"Fuck, Aurora," He mutters low under his breath and as his fingers drag, the callouses barely touching me, I huff my hands instinctively moving to grab his shoulders. My eyes flutter and I see his eyes on me, see the darkness shadowing over his face, that restraint on a bare threaded leash. "You're fucking soaked."

"Rafe," I gasp as his fingers tease through my folds, gathering the wetness and circling up against my clit, his touch so soft and gentle.

"Aurora," He groans, watching me buck and writhe even when he's barely touching me, and the sounds I make wear him down, ruining his self-control "Let me make you feel good, Princess, let me take care of you, fuck Aurora, please."

His face was buried in my neck now, kissing and muttering, his fingers still caressing over my pulsing and aching clit, and it seemed it was him who could not help but beg, him who needed me so fucking badly.

But he didn't need to beg me, I would've begged him, would've begged him to touch me and ruin me and make me come until I couldn't fucking breathe.

I gripped an unsteady hand to his jaw and lifted his face back to mine, looking into the wild glint in his eyes and basking in it, I didn't say anything, merely pressing a slow, needy kiss against his lips, my teeth pulling at his bottom lip as I pulled away.

And that was all it took for him to lose control.

His lips crashed against mine and it's a clash of teeth and tongues and desire as he devours me, his other hand curving around my body and gripping my ass, pulling me close to him and the jolt has his hand moving in my panties and I gasp at the friction.

He takes the hint and I breathe as his fingers begin circling my clit, firm and sure and the sparks and fire that course through me have me arching my back and moaning into his mouth, my eyes screwed shut. He groans, kissing down my cheek and neck, his fingers moving against me, spreading against the wetness that grows and grows.

"Rafe, oh fuck-" I cut off, whimpering and unable to stop from moving my hips back and forth as he kisses and sucks and bites down my neck, moving to fondle and suck on my nipples over my t-shirt, his hand moving steadily against me, his strong and nimble fingers so easily drawing wave after wave of pleasure and thrill across every inch of me.

"That's it," he praises as he bites against my breast and I groan, my head falling back with a thud against the cupboard above me, my legs shaking now, that familiar build-up of raw energy and electricity coiling and coiling within me, spurred on by Rafe's touches and kisses and words.

"You're so perfect," He mutters against my neck, his eyes downcast, moving back to watch as his hand touches me, and the sight has endless noises escaping me, moans and mewls and whimpers, my fingers digging into him for leverage as I arch my back. "Look so fucking perfect when you're about to come all over my fingers, Aurora."

"Rafe, I- oh" There's an ache gathering in my stomach and thighs, and I can feel the burn of his eyes watching me, drinking me in as he pleasures me, and when his fingers shift hitting some heavenly spot against me, I moan loudly, and everything erupts.

I arch, dragging him to me and bury my head into his chest as that tether within me rips and cords of pleasure and ruin wreck through me, making my body writhe and buck against his powerful hold, as his hand circles against me softly, guiding me through my release.

I go limp against him, my breathing rattling out of me and he holds me to him, his chest rising and falling harshly as his hands grip me, keeping me steady and giving me the time that I need, that euphoria fading and the haze covering me melting away.

I lift my heavy head, my body still alight as I meet his eyes and the madness radiating in the blue waves of his gaze and the smile tugging at his lips as my cheeks heat, my body prickling in the realisation of what we just did.

I gasp as he pulls his hand from inside my pants, the movement jolting me and neither of us speaks as he holds up those two glistening digits, a coy smirk lining his lips as he takes in my embarrassed wince and before I can say otherwise, he's bringing his fingers to his mouth- and sucking.

My core throbs and my nipples turn heavy and sore at the sight, of the way he tastes me on his fingers, his eyes closing and the roughest, near-growling sound that rumbles from deep within him. He smirks as he pulls his hand away and upon seeing my blushing cheeks and the sweat coating my face and neck, his eyes soften, adoration filling them.

"Aurora-"

Footsteps sound down the corridor and suddenly we're blinded by the glare of the overhead lights flicking on. I blink against the harshness and Rafe stumbles back from me, groaning against the intrusion and after a few seconds, we're frowning, looking to the door.

To where Ward stood.

He was in his pyjamas and frowning at us, his eyes hooded with sleep and confusion lining his face as he took in Rafe and me, seeing me sitting on the counter. I swallowed, yanking down my t-shirt, to cover my thighs and exposed flesh and a burning red tint covering my cheeks.

"Dad," Rafe grits out, and I look at him, seeing the annoyance and disbelief shining in his hard eyes now.

"Ward," I manage a strained smile, climbing down from the counter and meeting the cold floor with ease, my body stiff and unnatural as I stood beside Rafe, who looked down at me, "I was just getting some water before heading to bed."

Ward nods, still not speaking and I know from the way he looks at me, looks at Rafe beside me that he knew what he had just walked into and didn't know what to say about it, didn't know how to react.

I nodded awkwardly, grabbing the discarded glass, and clumsily filling it with water, the sound of the tap running the only sound in the kitchen as their eyes zeroed in on me. I didn't even bother checking if the water was hot or cold as I flicked off the tap, and with my eyes down and my body locked began walking to the exit.

"Aurora," Rafe called but I didn't stop walking, grabbing my phone and then nearly running.

"Goodnight," I simply said and rushed past Ward, who stared unwaveringly at Rafe and into the corridor.

My feet were silent as I made my way and there was silence in the kitchen still, until Rafe spoke again, making me slow my feet to a halt.

"Dad, it's not what you-"

"Don't Rafe," Ward cut him off, his voice devoid of any emotion, "Just don't." I heard some feet shuffling and walked to the staircase, holding the bannister as I climbed the first step.

"Just disinfect the counter and never talk to me about this again," Ward sounded defeated, and I cringed so hard at his words, wanting the ground to swallow me up and spit me out a thousand miles away where no one knew who I was.

"Dad, seriously?" Rafe growled, seemingly just as embarrassed and annoyed but Ward didn't answer, and when he turned on his heels, walking out, I turned too.

Running away from all the problems at my back. 

[aylacavebear]

Dimensional Shift - Chapter 5 S4E2 (pt. 1)

Story Summary: Maria was just a regular girl, worked at a gas station, wrote fanfic, and loved Supernatural. She even created her own supernatural creature for her writings. When the aurora borealis comes to Sioux Falls, South Dakota, one Halloween night, everything changes for her in ways she never expected. Will she be able to navigate this new world she's thrown into?

Word Count: 3851

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will eventually be 18+!

Warnings: Angst, some Fluff/Comfort, Alcoholism.

A/N: I broke S4E2 into a few chapters, so they weren't such a long read all at once with what was added to them.

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There was some arguing in the car, which continued even after getting back to Bobby’s. Bobby sat behind his desk, several books open before him while Dean and Sam were still arguing. Maria sat down on the couch, as she was the one who had gotten the particular books that Bobby was looking through at the moment. 

“I still don’t believe that this thing is a freaking Angel of the Lord because it says so!” Dean yelled, which made Maria flinch slightly.

“He’s not the only one who said that, Dean,” Sam retorted, annoyed as he looked over at Maria, remembering what she’d told them in the motel the day before.

“You two Chuckleheads want to keep arguing religion, or do you want to come take a look at this?” Bobby called out as they walked over to look at what he had, “I got stacks of lore, Biblical, pre-Biblical. Some of it’s in damn cuneiform. It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit.” 

“What else?” Dean asked.

“What else, what?” Bobby said, shrugging.

“What else could do it?” Dean asked.

“Airlift your ass out of that hot box? As far as I can tell, nothing,” Bobby said.

That was when the three of them looked at Maria, who was still sitting on the couch, drinking whiskey. She had warned them about Castiel and even changed the blinding of Pamela, the psychic. Even in Maria’s fanfics, her character always looked guilty when she knew something, which was exactly the look she had now.

“Maria, what do you know?” Dean asked, but it came out gruff, annoyed, and he was already on his third or fourth beer, but that was nothing for Dean.

“I’m not sure how much I should say,” she almost whispered.

Knowing the future, so to speak, was a blessing and a curse, and sharing too much, or too many details, could pose all new problems for all of them, and Maria knew this, but she also couldn’t lie either, not to the three of them. In her fanfic, they were her family, and even now, in their dimension, she was their family.

“You aren’t supposed to find out yet. I don’t… I don’t want to change things too much.” Maria replied, unable to look up at the three of them.

She knew that in three days, they’d go investigate why a friend of Bobby’s hadn’t returned his calls and that ghosts of their past had killed four other hunters due to the Mark of the Witness. It was called ‘the rising of the witnesses,’ an ancient prophecy from Revelations and the apocalypse. Her mind raced, attempting to figure out what she could say without giving too much away.

“It doesn’t matter. What the hell do you know?” Dean growled at that point, walking closer to her, his tone making her flinch again.

“Dean, please understand…” she began, glancing up at him, seeing the anger in his eyes and looked away, “Let me go get a book. It will tell you what you want to know, and in about two days, you’ll see what I mean.” she decided to say, avoiding changing more than she had to.

The three watched her as she walked out of the living room and down to Bobby’s panic room. She retrieved a particular book and rejoined them in the living room, setting the book on the desk in front of Bobby. The boys didn’t know about Bobby’s panic room. Maria knew more from the show than anything, but her character in her fanfic had known as well since he was like a father to her. 

“Look up the Rising of the Witnesses. I’m not saying anymore other than maybe you should warn Olivia Lowry, Carl Bate, R.C. Adams, and the other hunters in that area.” She told them before sitting back down on the couch, going back to drinking the whiskey, which Bobby always kept a steady supply of due to her tolerance from her healing ability.

Dean wasn’t happy that she wouldn’t give him a straight answer. Bobby and Sam were a little more understanding. Bobby opened the book to the section she had mentioned. She didn’t need to look at his expression to know what it looked like. His eyes widened as he read, then shared it with the boys. At this point, Maria had finished off that first bottle and started on her second.

“Time to make some phone calls,” Bobby stated, “as well as get this spell ready ahead of time.”

Dean just looked over at Maria, who hadn’t said anything since setting the book down in front of Bobby. He didn’t want to believe her when she’d told them about the angel, but it had turned out to be true, and now there was this, and none of it was good. He wanted to know more, to prepare for it, but he also knew how stubborn Maria could be, so for now, he didn’t press it, no matter how much he wanted to.

The room felt stuffy for Maria and she could feel Dean’s eyes on her, at least until Bobby snapped him out of his thoughts. Bobby sent Dean and Sam on the errand to retrieve the items for the spell while Bobby made phone calls. Maria headed outside with her bottle of whiskey.

She leaned her back against the passenger side door of her truck, her back to Bobby’s place, drinking, lost in her thoughts of the horrors that were ahead of them, wondering if there was any way she could lessen the pain that they were going to go through. She remembered how her heart had gone out to the brothers when she watched the show back in her world, wanting to take away their pain, comfort them, and tell them they would get through this. She felt a few tears slide down her cheek and quickly wiped them away as she heard footsteps approaching her, knowing it was Sam just with how he walked.

“Hey, you okay?” Sam asked her tenderly as he moved to stand in front of her.

“I will be Sam. This is just… hard, that’s all,” she replied as she looked up at him.

“Knowing things and not wanting to mess stuff up, huh?” he asked, understanding, mostly.

“Yeah,” she answered, fighting back tears, knowing what was coming, knowing he’d be trapped in that damned cage with Lucifer toying with his mind for a year but unable to say a word about it.

“I’m gonna guess it’s not pretty then, what’s in store.” there was some curiosity in his tone as well as worry, but he was also trying not to push her to say more than she was comfortable, unlike Dean, who would have been attempting to grill her for information.

“No, Sam… it’s not pretty… and it’s gonna be hard, on all of us. Probably you more than us,” she told him as she looked down at the ground, finishing off that second bottle, barely feeling anything.

Maria didn’t see the concern on Sam’s face. She didn’t want to, realizing she had probably said too much.

“You’re not going to die, so don’t think that. It’s just gonna be hard, that’s all,” she clarified, then looked at the empty bottle in her hand, scrunching her face a little, wanting another one.

“Well��� umm… that’s good, at least,” Sam replied, not sounding very convinced, “Could you perhaps be a little less… vague?”

Maria sighed as she looked up at him, the look on his face almost breaking her heart, “I can’t, Sam. Not yet. I’ll tell everyone more in time, when it’s appropriate.” again, she fought back her tears, which Sam did notice. 

The “her” of this world only drank like this when her emotions got the better of her, like anger and pain, which Sam knew. It was clear she wasn’t angry. Sam moved closer and hugged her. As far as he was concerned, she was still his little sister, even if she was a little different than the Maria from this world.

“Let’s go get you another bottle,” Sam told her with a soft smile after the hug, putting his arm over her shoulder and walking her back into Bobby’s.

She could hear Dean talking to Bobby even before they went inside. It was clear that Dean wanted to push her for more information, and Bobby was about to yell at Dean about it, but Sam opened the door, making them both stop talking. Sam took her empty bottle, threw it away, then grabbed another one popping it open for her before handing it to her.

“Thanks, Sam,” she told him quietly before taking the bottle, taking another drink, then looking at the floor, choosing to sit down at the kitchen table with her back to the living room, just drinking, attempting to drown the pain she felt.

“She okay?” Bobby asked, somewhat concerned.

“She will be Bobby. This is really hard on her. She wants to tell us, but she’s afraid that if she says too much too quickly, it will change too much and could really mess stuff up, possibly making it worse for all of us,” Sam explained.

“Makes sense…” Bobby replied, glancing up at Dean, who was standing near the corner of his desk, arms crossed, his eyes on Maria as she sat in the kitchen, “Don’t go pushing her, Dean,” he warned him fairly sternly. 

Maria could feel Dean’s eyes on her, which only made her guilt worse, making her take larger drinks of the whiskey. The whiskey at least helped keep her tears away, though, so she was thankful for it. She had completely left out knowing that Sam was on demon blood. It was a topic she wasn’t ready to broach either. Maria honestly wanted to feel comfortable around them, like the character she’d written in her fanfic back in her world, but her nerves felt shot.

“I won’t, Bobby…” Dean finally said, his tone gruff and annoyed, before he clenched his jaw, watching her as she drank.

Bobby had called the hunters that Maria had spoken of earlier, and the boys had helped him prepare the spell needed to send the ghosts that would rise back to where they belonged. The other hunters agreed to call Bobby the moment they noticed anything but didn’t question how he knew something was coming. 

The hours passed slowly for Maria. She had finished that third bottle, which felt like several hours ago when, in truth, it had only been about forty-five minutes. She didn’t know how to face any of them. In her fanfic, the three of them learned sign language not long after they had met her so they could talk among themselves when they knew she was within her hearing range. She sighed as she sat at the table in the kitchen, hearing only silence from the living room, knowing that they were talking about her.

Dean: We need to know.

Sam: She’ll tell us in time, when we need to know, just like with the angel.

Dean: It’s not enough. I need to know why.

Bobby: Knock it off, both of you. She’s family and won’t let any of us get hurt if she can help it.

Dean: That’s not the point. She knows way more than she’s saying. She only drinks like that when she is pissed or sad. She ain’t pissed.

Bobby: I swear, boy, you push it, and we’re gonna have a problem.

Dean: I already said I won’t, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to know what the hell we’re up against.

Sam: She’s telling us what’s important when it’s needed. Trust her already. She’s still our Maria.

Dean sighed and looked back over at her, noticing how she had laid her head on her arms, which were on the table now, her gaze out the window near the table. He cared for her, she was family, almost as much as Sam. She looked and even acted like “their” Maria. The only difference had been that she knew how things were going to play out, and it almost seemed as though she couldn’t hide her emotions as well as “their” Maria used to.

Bobby: Think about it, Dean, from her perspective. She’s from a world where we’re just a television show to her. She’s probably having a harder time than any of us right now.

Dean sighed again, knowing he was right. He took another drink of his whiskey. The poor girl was probably fairly emotional. He thought about if he ended up in some television show and how he’d end up feeling, although it’d be different for him as he’d probably try to have fun with the girls in the show, that thought making him smirk a bit. Dean kicked off a bit from Bobby’s desk and headed into the kitchen, setting his glass of whiskey down on the table before moving a chair so he was closer to Maria, setting a hand on her shoulder when he sat down.

“Hey, I’m not mad at you,” he told her softly.

“I know, Dean,” she replied quietly, “this just sucks, that’s all.”

“Well, you’re family, no matter where you’re from. We all trust you, and that isn’t gonna change,” he tried to reassure her, wishing she’d turn her head so he could attempt to read her better.

“Thanks, Dean, that means a lot to me,” she told him before turning her head on her arms, looking up at him, tears threatening to fall from the corners of her eyes.

Dean instantly moved even closer to her, hugging her with his arm over her shoulder and pulling her closer so that her closest shoulder was against his chest, “Hey, why are you crying?” he asked, concerned.

“I’m not,” she replied, then looked away from him, trying to hide her blush for him being so close. Her character in her fanfic was used to his scent. She, however, was not, and it was fairly intoxicating. It didn’t help that she really did love him, and now he was right next to her, holding her in a half hug.

“Not what it looked like to me,” he said softly, “You can talk to me, you know that.” he paused for a moment, “Why not tell me about your world, help take your mind off things.” he finally said, still holding her as he had been.

Maria’s mind raced again, although now she wasn’t sure what she should reveal and what she shouldn’t, like her love for him, thinking it was stupid to fall in love with a fictional character, even if he wasn’t so fictional anymore. She took a deep breath, thinking about how her character might act in this situation. Her character had more courage than she thought she ever could. Maria felt as though she wasn’t confident, didn’t have the courage she wanted, was too shy around guys, and was more of a mouse than anything.

She took a deep breath, unable to ignore his scent, but turned to look at him anyway, still laying her head on her arms on the table, “It’s pretty boring where I come from. There aren’t things there like there are here. No monsters or hunters, no angels or demons.”

Dean noticed the slight blush on her cheeks, which made him get that soft smirk, “Sounds kind of boring, you’re right, but doesn’t that mean you get a quiet life.” his tone was soft, almost curious.

She chuckled a little, even managing to smile slightly, “I went to work, came home, wrote fanfic, usually drank, slept, then did it all over again. I usually watched my favorite show while I wrote, inspiring me.” 

Dean sat there, his arm still around her, sipping his drink with his other hand, listening, “Might be kind of nice, having a boring life like that.” 

“You’d hate it, Dean. I know how much you love hunting,” Maria chuckled, then snagged a drink out of his glass of whiskey.

“Hey now, you’ve already had three bottles,” he laughed, holding onto his drink this time, “I’d give that life a shot at least,” he added, thinking about a life without having to hunt down monsters, but knew at the same time that she was probably right about him hating it.

Maria laughed a bit when he said what he did about how much she had already drunk, and she was slightly buzzed, finally, “Let’s just say that you did try it, at one point, here. You did like it, but…” she trailed off, watching his expression change and had to look away again, “you were only partially happy, always looking over your shoulder, wondering when that life would catch up with you, which put a couple of people danger. You end up heartbroken, Dean. I just… don’t want to see you go through that.” her tone had gotten quiet the more she spoke. She had been vague, or as vague as she could.

Dean almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing, knowing there would be only one reason he’d ever try that kind of life. He pulled away from Maria, then glanced into the living room at Sam and Bobby, more Sam than anything, wondering what Maria knew that he didn’t.

“Dean, Sam doesn’t die, so don’t think that, okay,” she told him quietly. She had already reassured Sam earlier that neither of them died, not really anyway. She knew what was in store for the two of them over the next twenty or so years and everything that was laid out for them by God, whom they hadn’t met yet.

He looked back over at her, somewhat surprised, wanting answers, but chose not to push things, remembering what Sam and Bobby had said earlier, “I trust you, so I’ll believe you, but I know the only reason I’d even attempt that kind of life.” he said, attempting to keep the annoyance out of his tone, even though his jaw clenched again before he finished off his drink.

“I’ll explain things as they come up, the best I can, so we can all be prepared, I promise,” she replied, finally looking over at him, and the sadness had returned, as well as those tears she had been fighting.

That look in her eyes hurt him, which made his expression soften again, “I’m not mad at you, just the situation, okay,” he said, trying to reassure her, again, “So, where were you working?”

She wanted to believe him, but still somewhat felt like he was mad at her for not telling him everything she knew, “I worked at a convenience store as a cashier.”

“What kind of fanfic did you write?” he asked, only slightly curious but also trying to take her mind off things.

That’s when she blushed again. It was light, though, and the kitchen light danced across her deep, dark blue eyes for a moment, “Lots of different kinds of things, really. Movies, video game characters, and TV shows,” she bit her bottom lip for a moment, nervous, “in the last year though, it’s just been about Supernatural.” she felt her heart pounding but tried to calm it. The alcohol had given her a little more courage than she normally would have had.

Dean raised an eyebrow when she mentioned Supernatural, “You wrote about us, for a year?” he asked, almost in disbelief.

Maria looked down at the table, managing not to blush further than she already was, “Yeah…” was all she could manage. She wasn’t about to tell him that in that year, she had binge-watched the show nearly five times between work and writing fanfic.

“What was your favorite part?” he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him as her blush intrigued him. His Maria never would have blushed like that, not over something so small. Hell, his Maria hardly blushed at all.

Maria took a deep breath, “The dynamic between you and Sam, and things I can’t tell you yet. Just the way you guys always came out on top of things, no matter what was thrown at you. Plus, no matter what problems happened between you and Sam, you two always found a way to work it out.” there was a slight dreaminess to her words and expression, as well as a softness in her eyes, even if Dean couldn’t completely see them with how she was facing. She wasn’t about to tell him that she had rewritten the complete 15 seasons, including her character in it, and in her world, it was online for others to enjoy reading, which they did.

Bobby and Sam were listening from the living room, having their own silent conversation through sign language. Dean had even noticed when he had glanced in there earlier. The two of them were fairly proud of Dean for at least trying to talk with Maria and not pushing for immediate answers.

“Sounds like you got pretty attached,” Dean was almost teasing her like he would have his Maria, as there was now a smirk to match his tone.

Maria turned towards him and was unable to keep that smile off her face, seeing that smirk of his up close, “I like the real thing better,” she told him matter-of-factly, which made him chuckle a bit.

“So this monster stuff, it doesn’t scare you at all?” he asked, amused with her now.

“No, but I know I’m weird too,” she answered.

“Weird isn’t a bad thing here,” he replied and was a bit surprised to be more interested in her than he had been his own Maria, whom he had treated more like a little sister than anything.

Maria and Dean eventually joined Bobby and Sam in the living room. There were moments when things got awkwardly quiet, but one of them managed to find a different topic for conversation. They spent a few hours getting to know this “new” Maria before she excused herself for the night, knowing where her room was since this world was almost out of her fanfic. She’d already changed things and knew she’d have to be careful with things in the future. The three of them stayed up a bit later, having their silent conversation. There was the occasional chuckle, sigh, groan, and even some laughter that would happen, but no words.

Her dreams were what they always were, but now they seemed to include other things, things from “her” past in the fanfic. These were almost like memories instead of dreams, and they felt real. Her father, William Winter, a legend among hunters and the Men of Letters who had erased all records of her existence once she had received the Touch of Bastet, making her a supernatural creature, no matter how human she looked. A memory of when he had returned from a hunt when she was five, opening the motel room door and scooping her up into his arms. She could even smell his scent, which made her smile in her sleep.

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Dimensional Shift Master List

Main Master List

Tag List: @nancymcl

[gergthecat]

me when saedii

[bluewonderer]

🎶✨️when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨️ I was tagged by @sheakastilllovesjungjihoon 💖

Well, this is according to Spotify's "On Repeat" so. Here we go with the weirdness:

SPECIALZ by King Gnu - JJK's current opening that I've listened to... well. Let's not talk about how much I've listened to it. But also have you seen the band's music video for it?? If not, please check it out it's so weird I love it so, so much I cannot get it out of my head.

It's Called: Freefall by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

Where the Watermelons Rot by Madelynne Whit - yeah, I've been sort of working on a darker piece of fanfic (for jjk), and this is an eerie Vibe, so it's been on repeat for a while now.

Ophelia by Natalie Merchant - I recently remembered just how gorgeous Natalie Merchant's voice is, and have been replaying this old favorite for over a week now.

I Can't Decide by Scissor Sisters - Anyway, every time I hear this song I think of Doflamingo.

Honorable mentions that were pretty much tied for #5: The Dismemberment Song by Blue Kid - yeah, this is a vibe for the darker fanfic I've been churning in my head. But that's just an excuse, I listen to this one pretty often. My Sails Are Set by Sonya Bleousova, Giona Ostinelli, and AURORA - honestly haven't stopped listening to this since the One Piece Live Action came out. Promiseland by MIKA - It makes my ears happy. SAD (Clap Your Hands) by Young Rising Sons

Now for tagging! As always, you don't have to do this. But I'll read yours if you do!! (And also just... randomly tagging people and some of y'all I don't actually know, just my way of saying hey!) @ansimplegoose @anarchycox @motherhyrule @thychesters @tinyforestshark @saucepans @tuesdayinthedas AND I JUST GOT REALLY NERVOUS ABOUT TAGGING PEOPLE SO. If you see this and want to join please do and tag me so I can read it! 💖

[multiverse-aesthetic]

•Chapter 4: Things get though and I don't know why (pt.1)

A/n : since Aurora joined the fellowship, she imagined things would go smoothly since they know where they're going but .. she never imagined this.

the pic is edited by Me , you can't copy my work , if you share any parts of my fanfic on any kind of applications please give credit ..

Warning: grief, mention of death.

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Aurora P.O.V

After we went off of Riverdale we walked through a land of Deep Valleys and

turbulent waters...the misty mountains rise sharply close to us.

We sat to take a rest sam was making some stew .

I sat against some rock looking at the view Infront of me

"My lady" sam said and within his hands a bowl of stew handing it to me

"Thank you Sam" I smiled at him.

My thoughts were interrupted by the clashing swords of merry, pippin and boromir, looking at them , boromir thrusts his sowrd forward catching pippin by the hand

"Sorry-" boromir apologized but was quickly interrupted by merry and pippin jumping on him , and we all can here the laughter filling the air

"Looks like the young hobbits are warriors" I said to boromir holding my hand out for him to accept it

"They are strong for their hight" he said as he got up cleaning his clothes

"And you my lady?" pippin asked

"Am I what?"

"Are you a warrior?" merry continued

"I do not know" I said as I was really thinking about it

"Do you think I am?" I asked him

"Only one way to find out" pippin said grabbing the sowrd again

I put my hand on front of me bringing the sowrd from the ground letting it fly till it gets to my hands with my powers

"Wow , I did not know that you can do that" merry said surprised by the move

"I won't have a chance to beat her I'm out" pippin said making us all laugh.

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We took the long road of the snowy mountain

Fighting our way through the thick snow I move slightly across the top of the snow hearing a small whispers I saw legolas joins me

"you hear it too?" I whisperly asked

"Yes" he answered

"there is a fell voice in the air" he warned the others

"It's saruman" Gandalf said

"Take cover!" he yelled as rocks started to fall I ran quickly to the others making a shield with my powers holding it up

Gandalf started to cast a spell yelling over saurman's voice till it all stopped I let down my hands for the shield to break.

"Is there any safer way we could go through?" I asked Gandalf

He shook his head

"We should go through the mines gimili" spook

"I said safer not more dangerous" I told him

"we can go through Rohan" boromir suggested "no it will brings more closer to isngard" I said we stood in silence trying to think of a safe way through

After I gave up I asked Gandalf

"Gandalf your word"

"Let the ring bearer decided" Gandalf said looking at frodo

Silence took the air

"Frodo?" I broke the silent by asking him

"We will go through the mines" he answered

I faced palmed my face. removing my hand form my face

"Fine the mines it is" I said as I started to walk again

"Why you do not want to go through the mines?" legolas asked as he was walking next to me

"Because from a long time ago the dawrves delved too deep through the mines and awaken a creature down there" I said keeping my voices down so I won't scared the others

"And if we woke up that creature it will not end good" I explained

"Let us hope that We are going to be alright" he said

"Besides we have you" he said and patted my shoulder lightly and left to get ahead of us I smiled to myself at the complement.

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We step inside the mine going deeper inside the mountain

"This is no mine it's a tomb" boromir said

gimli quickly ran to the corpse that lying on the ground

I went on inside the mountain bringing my powers to light the way I took an arrow from a Corp

"There is goblins in here" I said showing them the arrow

"We need to get out if here" I said

"And quickly"

We started to head out of the way but as the creature in the water attacked us bringing us inside the mine again

We fought the creature I shot my powers at him one after the other "fellows a little help here" I yelled out as legolas shoot an arrow in his head and Aragorn and boromir cutting of his limps which gave the others the time to go through the mines

"Into the mines" Gandalf yelled

Me , Aragorn, boromir and legolas quickly went inside the mines but the creature followed us

With my powers I left up the doors of the mine and bringing it down on the creatures head

And darkness took the place

""You locked us in here?" Boromir said furiously

"It was either this or get eaten but that" I told him as I pointed at the door

"Now we have but one choice we must face the long dark of Moria" Gandalf said lighting up his staff walking ahead of us

"Be on your guard there are older and fouler things than the Orcs in this place" I warned them as I followed Gandalf into the deep dark way of the mountain.

[onekisstotakewithme]

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Tagged by @thebreakfastgenie (you should check out her work, it's amazing), so thank you Sarah 💜

(This isn't the exact last ten fics I've published, but close enough for jazz, yeah?)

None of Us are More Than Caretakers

The beeping of CJ’s pager jolts her from a light doze, and it takes her a minute to orient herself as to where she is.

(The West Wing, ongoing WIP; set between "The Last Hurrah and Institutional Memory", essentially a 'passing the torch' story)

2. Aurora

There’s a certain kind of serenity that comes in the hour before the sun rises.

(The day BJ comes home, from Peg's POV)

3. You're Gonna Die Bloody (and All You Can Do is Choose Where)

It’s a warm, sultry summer night, but as CJ steps into her apartment, her phone vibrating insistently against her leg, the chill of the air conditioning makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

(CJ tries to protect Danny during the investigation into the shuttle leak; part 3 of "Butch & Sundance", but can be read as a standalone).

4. A Night to Watch

CJ should be working her way through a stack of briefing memos on the situation in Kazakhstan, but every time she flips open a new folder, her mind starts to wander.

(Election Night, 2006)

5. Fallout

CJ’s outer office is still filled with military men, and she barely has time to set her coat down before jumping into the fray.

(CJ and Danny play phone tag as they deal with the fallout from their dinner and the San Andreo incident; Tag to Internal Displacement/Duck & Cover)

6. Welcome to Korea... Again

Hawkeye never expected to step foot in Korea again.

(Korea, 1972)

7. As Years Unfurl

Grand Central is bustling as always, BJ craning his neck to see over the crowds.

(Ten years after the war ends, under the clock in Grand Central Station, BJ and Peg wait for Hawkeye)

8. The Fall

It’s well after midnight by the time CJ gets home from work, her apartment quiet and dark, save for the sound of the ticking clock over the sink and the moonlight leaving stripes on the floor.

(Danny calls CJ after her first day as Chief of Staff; Part 2 of "Butch & Sundance" but can be read as a standalone)

9. etymology

As BJ continues putting up the decorations for the party, everything bright red and cheerful-looking – exactly to Hawkeye’s specifications – there’s a feeling in his chest that he doesn’t have a name for.

(the evolution of the triad, the evolution of language to describe them)

10. The Fall's Gonna Kill Ya

The moon is rising over Washington when CJ gets back to her apartment, a spring breeze rustling her skirt as she walks up the front steps.

(When CJ is offered Leo's job, there's only one person she wants to call with the news; Part 1 of "Butch & Sundance", can be read as standalone)

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