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[filhadoboto]

ok so rn i’m reading your fanifc(my loneliness and me) i hope that is the name.

i am really enjoying it but like THE SLOW BURN IS KILLING ME. i am currently on chapter 28 and i’m starting to giggle every time they hold hands.I NEED MORE OF THEM.

so uhm…when is darklina going to appear more…?

(i love ur fanfic tho)

Hello!! Thank you for stopping by and leaving this ask! ❤️

I know the story seems like a slow burn, but up until chapter 28 it's only been about two weeks since they met. The intimacy between them grows as they spend time together and get to know each other.

I think I didn't quite understand what you want to know and I decided to respond with both of my interpretations.

1. If you want to know in which other chapters they have scenes together, well, there are too many of them for me to count. So you'll have to keep reading to find out.

2. If you want to know when they will have a romantic relationship, it will only happen after Alina discovers the truth about Aleksander's past and some questions about hers are answered. Not to mention that Alina needs to learn to love herself and Aleksander needs to learn to accept that he deserves to be happy too and that takes time.

If neither of these two answers were what you wanted to know, please let me know.

Oh! And thank you for letting me know that you're enjoying my fic!!! 😁🥰

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Jonerys Falling for You 2023 - Masterpost

Thank you so much to everyone who participated, whether by sharing your talents or by supporting writers and artists! This was a blast and we feel lucky to be involved in such a creative and supportive community ❤️

If you haven’t had a chance please be sure to check out the wonderful works and show your appreciation with kudos, comments, and reblogs! The full list of submissions are below the cut!

Our next event is planned for February, and we will be posting prompts soon.

Day 1 | Comfort | Warmth | Wearing His Hoodie or Cloak

Burn and Consume: Red as Autumn by @arielchelby

All my life I felt alone, except with you by @rhaegarblackfire

Falling for You: Wrap me in your arms by @filhadoboto

Falling for You: The three heads of the dragon by @filhadoboto

this love is like fire and ice (still falling for you) by fae_changeling1492

Wondering by @moon-ruled-rising

Day 2 | Fall Colors | Harvest Festival | Back-to-School/College AU

Weirwood in Autumn by @tatticstudio55

Maroon by @moondancer71

Falling for You: Harvesting Love by @filhadoboto

Seasons of Change: The Next Fall by @littledancer9

Secret (Storeroom) Shenanigans by @jellybeanficwriter

Day 3 | Witching Hour | Monsters/Demons | Haunted

Inner Demons by @arielchelby

Falling for You: Have We Met Before? by @filhadoboto

Watch the world burn; i set it all alight for you by @thebeastunderyourbed

Monsters by @rhaegarblackfire

Day 4 | Coffee Shop AU | Second Chance Romance | Road Trip/Exploring Nature AU

Falling for You: I can't fool my heart by @filhadoboto

Wild Hearts Unveiled by @evax3

Prey by @rhaegarblackfire

like freedom, like rosemary and thyme by @girlwithakiwi

Day 5 | Halloween Party | Trick or Treat | Free Choice

This is Halloween by @moondancer71

Hocus Pocus by @arielchelby

The Secret Histories by @mysnowdragons

Falling for You: The warg in my path by @filhadoboto

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Is it reblog your favorite fic day??? Whatever the reason, thank you guys for the love!!! @evax3 @youwerenevermine @alwaysdaenerys @moondancer71 @filhadoboto

[arielchelby]

20 Questions Writer Meme

Thank you for the tag @girlwithakiwi!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

18

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

578,987

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just Game of Thrones so far! 

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

The Princess and the Bastard

Burn and Consume

In Another Life

Lure Me To Hell

The Road To Winterfell

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

I do because I love any opportunity to geek out about my own fic. I absolutely love comments. 

6. What's the fic you wrote that has the angstiest ending?

Oh I feel like thats spoilers… since I’m not finished writing *that one* yet. 

7. What's the fic you wrote that has the happiest ending?

I prefer happy endings, but I would say of my finished fic, Burn and Consume has the happiest ending. Jon and Dany are a lot less haunted at the end of that one as compared to one of my other fic like In Another Life. Although spoilers: the ending of The Princess and the Bastard will probably be the happiest one. 

8. Do you get hate on fics?

It’s definitely calmed down as the fandom has gotten smaller. Midway through writing The Princess and the Bastard I would get a lot of heat anytime Dany made any kind of show of strength and for some reason, however I wrote Robb in that fic, really triggered Jon stans so I’d get a lot of heat whenever he made an appearance in a chapter. 

Oh and there was this one time, for the whole of 2022, where I was harassed on A03 by a man in the fandom who used the pseudonym RapeLover420. 

OTHER THAN THAT, I have always had an overwhelmingly positive response on A03 that has made writing in this fandom a fun experience. 

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

I do! I love writing smut. The kind depends on fic, but whatever kind I write, I try to make it ooze with feels. 

10. Do you write crossovers?

No. That sounds like a nightmare to me - I don’t know how people can keep that straight. 

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of! 

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! AliveToLiveALie started translating In Another Life in Spanish and Arainbowflyingunicorn started translating The Princess and the Bastard in Chinese. 

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

I have! @moondancer71and I have been working on two fics together and it’s been a really fun experience. Our ideas jive really well together and we’re both good at giving and taking criticism so it works really well. And it is pretty amazing to only have to write half of a chapter! 

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

Jonerys, of course! 

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

I plan to finish all of my WIPs. (I swear) 

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think my strengths are characterization, world building, dialogue and plotting. 

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Probably pacing, character and clothing descriptions, and I loathe writing battles. 

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Hmm I will use bits of Valyrian and throw in the translation. 

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Game of Thrones

20. Favorite fic you've written?

 That’s a hard question. I would say my top favorites are The Princess and the Bastard, Burn and Consume, Under the Same Stars, In Another Life, Lure Me to Hell and Hocus Pocus are my favorite - all for vastly different reasons. Under the Same Stars might be the one I most proud of simply because I had a better idea of how to write by the time I started it and the story also just feels magical to me. 

I'm tagging @moondancer71 @evax3 @moon-ruled-main @alwaysdaenerys @filhadoboto @littledancer9

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Ouch! My heart! ��It’s so beautiful!

Thank you <3 <3

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Jonerys Summer Lovin' 2k22 - Masterpost

We would like to thank everyone who participated in the event and for making it such a success! It was so amazing to see such wonderful fics, edits, art, and moodboards for our OTP! Please be sure to check out the works listed below, if you've not already, and be sure to show your support and appreciation to the creators with comments, kudos, and reblogs!

- Day 1 ☀️

✨ Fairytales / Mythology 

fairytales by @magalidragon​

beauty and the beast by @mariyanas​

fairytales // mythology by @tatticstudio55​

Alice in Wonderland by @youwerenevermine​

The True and Harrowing Tale of Ser Jon the Dragon Heart by @moon-ruled-rising​

Prince Jon the Brave and the Golden Apples by Alex_Stark

Enchanted Jon Snow by @filhadoboto

Once Upon a Song of Ice and Fire by @leesielex

- Day 2 ☀️

✨ Childhood Sweethearts / Friends or Enemies to Lovers

Bound to You by @moondancer71​

Friends and Enemies to Lovers by @tatticstudio55

The Sweetest Summer by @the-last-targaryens

You, Me, & The Summer Sea by @the-last-targaryens

One Day by @firetrape

priceless by @magalidragon

A Summer in Greece by @amidstsaltandsmoke

learning you by @alwaysjonanddaenerys (snowflakes00)

- Day 3 ☀️

✨ Forbidden Love / Soulmates

Mamma Mia! by @moondancer71​

Forbidden Love // Soulmates by @tatticstudio55

Romeo + Juliet by @youwerenevermine

A Place to Hide by @evax3

Believe me by @firetrape

“Why do you not love me, you who love me so much?” By Alex_Stark

- Day 4 ☀️

✨ Time Travel / Historical

Under the Same Stars by @arielchelby​ // featuring art by @evax3​

Historical // Time Travel by @tatticstudio55

the time traveler’s wife by @mariyanas

A chance to live. A chances to see life by Alex_Stark

begged and borrowed time by @moon-ruled-rising

Shipwrecked with the Pirate AU by @libradoodle1

wicked words // part 2 teaser by @magalidragon

- Day 5 ☀️

✨ Second Chance Romance / Romantic Songs

Wild Love by @firetrape​

You by @firetrape

Shivers by @moondancer71​

Good Vibrations by @the-last-targaryens

The fisherman and the City girl by Alex_Stark

Romantic Songs // Second Chance Romance by @tatticstudio55

- Day 6 ☀️

✨ Arranged Marriage / Fake Dating

Proposal by @firetrape​

Arranged Marriage // Failed Dating by @tatticstudio55​

I must learn to be content with being happier than I deserve by @alwaysdaenerys

- Day 7 ☀️

✨ Free Choice

Uncle Jon is Massive by @moondancer71​ & @jellybeanficwriter​

forever winter by @magalidragon

Summertime by @youwerenevermine

Free Choice 1 // Free Choice 2 by @tatticstudio55

Spank Me by @st-clements-steps

A Love Like Summer by @the-last-targaryens​

Invisible Strings by @jupiterix​

Inside Your Head by @evax3​

Frost and Flame: You Got Me Almost Melting Away by @ashleyfanfic and @the-last-targaryens

The beautiful edit credits goes to @youwerenevermine

[auroras3]

7 Covers in 7 Days

Day 3: O Nome do Vento by Patrick Rothfuss

Rules: Each day, I will post the cover of a book that I love and nominate someone new to start the challenge.

I gonna tag @filhadoboto today.

[filhadoboto]

Hey @hiersinddrachen​!!! How sweet of you to tag me!!! 😘❤ Thanks!!!

Rules: Answer and tag 9 peeps you want to know better/catch up with.

3 ships: Reylo (Rey/Ben Solo|Kylo Ren); Jonerys (Daenerys Targaryen/Jon Snow); Gingerrose (Rose Tico/Armitage Hux) (Bonus: Nimulot (Nimue/Lancelot|Weeping Monk))

Last Song: “Desliga” by Bruno & Marrone (to get in the mood for writing)

Last Movie: “Darkness Falls”

Currently Reading: “Lord of the Rings - The return of the king” by J. R. R. Tolkien and Fanfiction

Currently Watching: “Cursed” and “Lucifer” (Netflix)

Currently Craving: A job and the vaccine for covid-19.

I was tagged by @partialresonance ❤️

Rules: Answer and tag 9 peeps you want to know better/catch up with.

3 ships: Poe Dameron/Armitage Hux, Rose Tico/Armitage Hux, The Iron Bull/Dorian Pavus

Last Song: "Sorgenbrecher" by Die Toten Hosen

Last Movie: Man Up

Currently Reading: Fanfiction. "Factfullness" by Hans Rosling. "Dragon Age: Tevinter Nights"

Currently Watching: "Türkisch für Anfänger"

Currently Craving: Coffee or tea, anything with caffeine in it (sitting in public transport to go to a course, and it's way too early)

@saklani2 @alytology @gingerosebren @wyomingnot @pianopadawan @gamebird @the-desk-fairy @inannaandthehulupputree @filhadoboto

(I don't really follow/interact with many people on here, so sorry if I've tagged you and you got no idea why 😅)

[filhadoboto]

The Rain Killer

Summary: What could be worse for a person who hates rain? A serial killer breaking into her house during a storm, probably. (Original Fiction)

AO3

My waking nightmare begins when the first drop of rain hits the windshield of my car.

I curse intensely. I have never liked rain. In addition to bringing chaos to the city, slowing down traffic and turning everything into a real nightmare, it has always brought nightmares into my dreams.

Even though I had been warned — the weather forecast had said there was one hundred percent chance of a thunderstorm late this afternoon — I only realized how much the odds were in favor of rain when I looked out my office window and saw how the sun had been hidden by the thick layer of storm clouds. Fortunately, not only was it time to go home, it was also Friday, so I quickly gathered my belongings and headed out of the building, warning the other employees I met along the way about the weather outside and wishing them a good weekend.

I drive as fast as I can through the streets crowded with people trying to get home before the light rain turns into a torrential downpour and the dark sky literally collapses onto the earth.

I manage to get home without running over anyone or causing an accident and before the rain gets any worse. I am greeted by the shrill barking of my dog, now drowned out by the sound of the rain. He greets me with happy, enthusiastic barks and almost knocks me over when he jumps on top of me to greet me. I am not a short woman, but it takes all my strength to stay upright and force Salvador to get back down.

Salvador is my golden and black German Shepherd who loved to turn my favorite couch into a bed. I had given up on separating them a long time ago and simply accepted sharing the furniture with him.

“Did you miss me?” I ask and squat down in front of him. I stroke his soft ears and neck and he licks my face in a gesture of affection.

I can’t contain a delighted laugh and kiss his head affectionately.

“I love you too, Salvador.” I say before standing up and asking even though I already know the answer “Are you hungry?”

He wags his tail and walks towards the kitchen, which I interpret as a ‘yes, I’m starving!’.

I reach the kitchen and find it exactly as I remember leaving it when I left for work that morning — that’s the advantage of not living with other human beings. I pour a generous portion of Salvador’s favorite food into his bowl, pour fresh water, and head to my room.

The plan for the rainy weekend is to stay at home, watch some horror movies and finish reading the book that I thought was so good that I didn't want it to end. Maybe, if the rain allowed, the weekend could include going out for drinks with my friends, but I wasn't very hopeful that would be possible.

I take my phone out of my bag, check the latest notifications, reply to a few messages and throw it on the bed. I open the curtains and look outside. Or rather, I try to. During my brief interaction with Salvador the rain had intensified and I can't see anything beyond my own window due to the intensity of the rain and the arrival of night.

The streetlights show an empty street covered in water. I shudder at the sight of so much water and close my eyes. That will certainly be a long night full of nightmares where my mind will torture me just because it is raining. I let out a resigned sigh and open my eyes. As I look at the windows fogged up by my breath I have the feeling that my house is submerged in a river and I shudder again .

I try to wipe the condensation off the glass. I catch a glimpse of a moving figure outside and my heart races. My mind immediately imagines the worst-case scenarios, conjuring up my scariest nightmares, and my body tenses and shivers with the sudden wave of fear. But then I realize that it was just one of the bushes in the garden being shaken by the strong wind.

Strange and scary. But nothing out of the ordinary for a rainy day and I was already used to it. Regardless of the intensity or duration, instead of calming me down, rain always made me nervous and scared. Since childhood, my survival instinct always told me that rain represented danger and that I should run away and the best thing I could do was try to stay calm and wait for the rain to pass.

I close the curtains and, ignoring the storm outside as much as possible, I begin to take off my clothes. I need a hot bath to relax my tense muscles after another week of hard work. It's comforting to know that the weekend is here, even with torrential rain forecast through Sunday.

Still wearing my underwear, I put on my favorite robe, the one with the Powerpuff Girls print, go to the bathroom and turn on the tap to fill the bathtub. The process takes quite a while and I decide to go check on Salvador. He usually makes a huge mess in the kitchen when I don't give him enough food to satisfy him.

I hum an old song trying to distract myself from the sound of the rain and the feeling of danger that has taken over my body since I saw the rain clouds.

I get to the kitchen and he's not there. I look all over the house, including places he would never be able to reach on his own. And nothing.

Where did that dog go? Salvador was a calm and lazy animal, but he used to get agitated when I had visitors or if he smelled another animal outside.

Had he gone out into the yard in all that rain? Absolutely not. Water is something he only accepted willingly when he was going to drink it. Bathing him was a real nightmare and I trusted that task to professionals.

The rain and wind batter the house and muffle the sound of my call, so after calling him several times and getting no response, I go to the bathroom, turn off the tap and return to the starting point determined to find Salvador.

A cold wind hits my face as I enter the kitchen again.

It is only then that I realize the back door is open. With a trembling hand I flip the switch and the light comes on and floods the room. I look around and what I see sends a shiver of pure fear through my body. There are footprints leading into the kitchen. And they are not the footprints left by a dog. They are the footprints left by another type of mammal. There are clear marks of human footprints leading into my house.

I walk to the door as quickly as my fear-stunned reflexes will allow and examine it for signs of forced entry. To my relief, the lock is intact and there are no signs of anyone forcing their way in. It had probably opened because of the force of the wind and I was worrying for nothing.

I close the door and lean against it, but my relief doesn't last long as I remember locking it before I left for work. I try to remember if I had opened it before I went to my room. No, my brain informs me. I hadn’t even touched it.

Someone entered my house without me noticing. Without me hearing it because of the noise of the rain. And whoever had broken in was good at picking locks without leaving a trace.

My heart is pounding and my breath is coming in short gasps as I stare at the footprints on the floor. My first instinct is to grab my phone and call the police. But the seconds it takes me to remember where I left my phone are the same seconds it takes for some part of my brain to realize something horrifying.

From where I am I can see the living room shrouded in darkness and Salvador's favorite sofa, just as I can now glimpse a motionless shadow over it. It takes me a few seconds to identify that silhouette as Salvador and I search my memory to see if I had looked at the sofa before turning off the tap and yes, I had looked, but he was not there.

I lock the kitchen door with trembling hands. I call out for Salvador as loud as I can, but the shadow lying on the couch doesn't move, and if it makes a sound, the sound of the rain doesn't let it reach my ears.

I force myself to swallow my fear and move. I walk hesitantly to the couch. For a second, I feel relief wash over me at the sight of him. Relief that fades when my bare feet touch something warm and sticky on the floor. I look down at my feet and see that the carpet is covered in a pool of dark liquid.

My heart races as my nose identifies the smell of that liquid without me having to touch it with my hand. It's blood. My dog's blood is soaking into the carpet.

“Salvador?” I call and tears stream down my face with every step “Salvador?” I call again even though I know how useless it is.

I turn on the lamp next to the couch. His body lies on the cushions, as if he is dreaming the most serene of dreams. His eyes are closed and his tongue is hanging out, just as he used to do when he fell asleep. But the tear in his throat ruins the illusion. He is dead. My most faithful and dear friend is gone.

No. He had been murdered by someone. Murdered while taking yet another one of his innocent naps. And that someone is probably hiding somewhere in the house.

I reach over and pick up the phone, feeling grateful that I kept the landline even though most people would rather ditch the landline and just keep their cell phones. But I don't get around to dialing the three police numbers.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” says a soft male voice to my right. “Put the device back in place. Slowly.”

The voice startles me, sending a rush of adrenaline through my body, and I almost drop the phone.

I do as the voice asks. Out of my peripheral vision, I notice a shadow standing next to the stairs.

“Okay, now keep your hands where I can see them and don’t make any sudden movements.” orders the intruder and I obey.

“Please. Take whatever you want and leave. Please!” I ask, my voice choked with tears.

The intruder and murderer lets out a cold, inhuman laugh, the kind that villains in movies love to give when the good guys seem to be losing the fight, which echoes loudly in my ears even over the sound of the rain.

I start to turn towards him and he orders “Don’t move.”

Once again, I do as he asks.

“What do you want? Why did you kill Salvador?”

“Who?” he asks, looking genuinely confused.

“My dog!” I shout, anger taking over my body. “Why did you kill my dog?”

“I’ve killed several others. Why wouldn’t I kill yours?” he answers as if we were arguing about the weather.

A flash of lightning illuminates the room and for a second I can see him. He is a tall man, wrapped in a black raincoat, the hood hiding his face, and there is a strange bulge on his back, much like a hump. In his right hand is a knife, probably taken from my own kitchen, covered in blood.

The thunder that follows shakes the house and, fearing what he might do, I stifle the instinct to cover my ears to drown out the noise of the thunder.

“You bastard. He was my family!” I yell, even though I know it’s not the smartest thing to do.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” he says, his tone anything but mournful.

“What do you want? Money? Jewelry? Electronics? You can take whatever you want.”

“I know that,” he says in a calm tone and I could swear I detected amusement in his voice.

“Then take what you want and leave!” I shout.

Where was my sense of self-preservation?

“I think you better stay calm if you don’t want to prematurely suffer the same fate as your dog.”

My hands shake as I fight the urge to throw myself at that killer and bash his head into the floor until it turns to jelly!

“That’s better,” he says in a satisfied tone when I don’t argue back. “Now, let’s get to know each other better.”

He walks towards me and instinctively, I tighten the knot of my robe. Killing me wasn't the worst thing he could do to me. His steps are slow, calculated and when he's about a meter away from me, I can clearly see his face in the light from the lamp.

He is an ordinary man. The kind of man you pass on the street and simply don't notice he is there. Average height, brown hair and eyes, sunburned skin, ordinary and unremarkable features. Nothing to draw attention to and nothing attractive. I only notice him now because he is inside my house, standing in front of me with a sharp knife dripping with my dog's blood while a storm rages outside.

He takes another two steps toward me, bringing him dangerously close. His eyes lock with mine, and I can see the amusement and pleasure in them. They are an incredibly vivid brown for someone so ordinary-looking. Yet the evil expressed in them would only match the red eyes of a demon risen from hell to claim the souls of the damned.

He slowly raises his free hand to my face. It, too, is stained with Salvador's blood. I try to pull away, but as fast as the lightning outside, he grabs my hair and pulls me against his body.

An unconscious whimper of fear and surprise escapes my throat and I force myself not to react. I need to buy time. I need to find a way to ask for help.

“I told you to be quiet, didn’t I?”

I don't answer, because my voice was lost the moment his hand touched my body, but I manage to nod once so he knows I understand, that I will obey.

With his other hand — the one occupied by the knife — he gently caresses my face. The metallic smell of blood permeates my sense of smell and I feel like vomiting.

“You’re so beautiful,” he comments in an awed tone. He brings his face closer to mine and inhales my scent before continuing, “I’ve waited a long time to make this decision. I was hoping you’d notice me soon. But of course you didn’t. You’re always too busy to notice the people around you, aren’t you?”

His words suggest that we have met before, perhaps even that we frequent the same places. But I am certain that I have not seen this man before.

“What are you trying to tell me?” I say in a frightened whisper. “I have never seen you in my entire life.”

And that was the wrong thing to say, for his expression changes from wonder to anger.

“Why do they all say that?” he says and throws me against the couch where Salvador’s body is.

The still warm blood soaks my robe. Without thinking, I stroke his soft fur and his body is still warm. I want to hug him and cry all the tears that flood my heart, but my survival instinct makes me stay as still as possible.

“Why are all women always too busy to notice a man in love?” he shouts and starts pacing back and forth in front of me while brandishing the knife in every direction, drops of blood hit my face, but I don’t move to wipe them away. “So busy with their perfect lives, their successful careers and their business meetings. Always thinking about work, work and more work.”

He stops walking and fixes his evil eyes on me.

“That’s why I killed them all.” He confesses, his voice filled with pride and anger. “None of them had time to live, so it wasn’t fair that they stayed alive.” He looks me from head to toe before continuing in a mournful tone “I thought you were different from them. But it seems I was wrong.”

He takes off his hood and runs his hands through his long, straight brown hair and turns his back to me. This gesture, which seems so natural to him, triggers something in my brain.

I've seen someone do that gesture before. A man. Somewhere I usually go. But where? On the street? In the office? At the bar? Although I usually pay a lot of attention to the things and people around me, I can't remember exactly where... But wait a minute...

That's it!

“I know who you are,” I say, my voice louder than I intended. He turns to me again and looks at me with a skeptical smile on his lips.

“Do you?” he asks.

Is it just me or is there hope in his voice?

“You’re the cashier at the supermarket. You usually do the same gesture with your hair when you’re working.”

He looks at me with surprise, as if I were a child who had done something unexpected for her age, and smiles.

He nods slowly, never taking his eyes off me.

“You were always so polite, so kind to me. I thought you understood how much I was in love with you. I thought you reciprocated my feelings! But you ignored all the gifts I sent you! You threw them all in the trash and you didn't even read my letters! You broke my heart! You made me suffer like all the others!”

My eyes widen at that. So he was responsible for the mysterious boxes and letters that kept showing up at my door! Yes, I had thrown them all away without opening them, because there was no sender's name on the packages, just my name and a heart drawn on them. As much as I love receiving attention and gifts, I'm not crazy enough to open a mysterious package with my name written on it.

“But I didn’t even know who they came from!” I say desperately, trying to make him see things from my point of view. “I couldn’t…”

“Accept gifts from a stranger?” he interrupts me with a sarcastic tone. He grabs my wrist, pulls me violently from the couch and starts shaking me while shouting his words in my face “I’m not a stranger! You know me! You know where I work! You know who I am!”

His screams and shaking make me think of the canister of pepper spray I always carry in my purse, which is in my bedroom. It is now as useful to me as air is to the dead. Could I run fast enough to my room and get it? No. It would be much smarter to run outside and call one of the neighbors for help.

At my lack of reaction, he takes a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself.

“That’s why you deserve to die.” he says calmly.

“No. Please, don’t kill me.” I beg, my voice flooded with panic.

“You should have been more considerate.” he says in a mournful tone “You should have accepted my gifts.”

He throws the knife away and holds my wrists in his hands. I start to scream and kick him, but the torrential rain falling outside muffles my cries for help. But my survival instinct drives me to keep screaming and attack him. He gets angry at my resistance and slaps me. I try to fight back, but he easily overpowers me. His body, larger and stronger than mine, carries me up the stairs.

My muffled whimpers are soon joined by the warm company of my suppressed tears. I feel like a helpless victim as he walks with me cradled against his chest. He reaches the upper floor so easily with me in his arms that he doesn't seem to carry any additional weight.

He walks as if he knows the house. And after seeing how he had opened the door without leaving a mark, it wouldn't surprise me to know that he had already been there. His steps take us straight to my room. I feel the fabric of my robe slipping little by little from my body and my despair increases.

He stops in front of the door, presses his nose against my hair and takes a deep breath. I feel like vomiting again when his nose and then his lips touch the bare skin of my neck.

“I spent nights and nights imagining what it would be like to have you in my arms.” He whispers in my ear. “I must admit that reality is infinitely better than my fantasies. You are much softer, warmer and more fragrant than I imagined.” He licks my neck and my skin shivers with fear. “Ah… I fantasized about this moment so many times! I would love to be able to show you each of my fantasies.”

I don't need him to show me his fantasies. I've read enough books and watched enough movies and TV shows to have an idea of ​​what goes on in his sick mind.

"No... please..." I manage to mumble, but the terror of thinking about what he plans to do to me is too great for me to say anything else.

Abruptly he pulls my body away from his, but I don't even have time to feel relief, for he says with his eyes shining with malice “I also planned every detail of how to kill you. You know. I like things to go the way I plan.”

He kicks open the bedroom door and enters with me still trapped in his arms. He throws me onto the bed, goes to the door and locks it. As soon as I recover from the shock, I grab the lamp and throw it in his direction. If he thought I would surrender so easily, like a lamb on the sacrificial altar, he was very wrong. I would fight until my last breath!

The lamp catches him off guard and hits him in the head. The impact makes blood gush down his face. I start throwing everything I can reach in his direction. Cushions, pillows, picture frames, the book I haven't finished reading. But without the surprise factor, he dodges easily. His shrill laughter echoes through the room. The bastard is having fun with my resistance!

My hand finds another object on my bed and, before I realize it's my cell phone, the object is already flying towards him. The killer dodges and my cell phone hits the wall and falls to the floor.

“I expected you to fight. It wouldn't be any fun to kill you without you fighting back,” he says when I run out of ammo.

He looks at my phone on the floor and says, “You saved me the trouble of looking for it.”

He then stomps on the phone several times until it becomes useless.

Then, satisfied with the destruction of my phone, he looks at me as he brings his hand to the wound on his forehead. With his eyes locked on mine, the damned sick man runs his finger through his blood, brings it to his lips and licks it.

“You know, the others didn’t put up much of a fight. They just stood there, begging for mercy. They seemed resigned to their deaths.”

“You bastard! Go to hell!”

“You’re not being very polite,” he says in a condescending tone and smile and his next words surprise me “You’re just like me, aren’t you? You have a persona to show to society, a persona to hide who you really are.”

I don't know what comes over me, because one moment I'm in bed and the next I'm standing up and throwing myself at him once again with the intention of wiping that smile off his face and, hopefully, his eyes too.

Thunder echoes and he laughs again as I attack him ferociously. It takes him longer to overpower me and this time I manage to leave his face and hands full of deep scratches and take with me some tufts of hair.

He throws me to the ground and my head hits the floor hard and I almost fall unconscious. He immobilizes me by placing his body on my chest, his knees on my arms.

For a few seconds he examines the damage I have done. He runs a hand through his hair and it comes back with a generous amount of hairs pulled out. His eyes are boiling with anger and hatred as he looks at me still struggling to free myself from his grip. I smile, satisfied with my work and his reaction .

He said he was enjoying my resistance and now he would have to find a good excuse to explain all those scratches.

“You bitch!” he yells and slaps me again “I didn’t want to do this, but you’re forcing me to be rude to you.”

From one of the pockets of his raincoat he takes out a piece of rope that he uses to wrap my wrists and immobilize my arms in front of my body. He stands up, picks me up again and gently places me on the bed. He watches me for a few seconds before gently removing my hair from my face.

“You have the blackest eyes I’ve ever seen on a woman and your bright smile always made my day better,” he says in a loving tone. “My heart always skipped a beat when I saw a woman with honey-colored curls like yours.” He sighs and there’s sadness in his voice as he adds, “I thought you were the one for me, but I was wrong.”

I just stare at him, unable to say anything. How could a person delude himself like that? How needy was he to confuse politeness with interest or even love?

He nods once, as if he had come to some conclusion or made some decision.

He walks into the bathroom and his serious voice reaches me over the sound of the rain. “It seems you saved me the trouble of filling the bathtub.”

So that was it? Did he intend to drown me in the bathtub?

“But it’s okay, it gives us more time to have fun.” He says, entering the room again. He has washed his hands and he dries them calmly on a towel.

He would definitely kill me, but what would he do to me first? My mind answered that question with the most disturbing, painful, and disgusting images I had ever seen in horror movies.

As if he had heard my thoughts, he takes off his raincoat and I realize that the strange lump on his back is a black backpack. He takes it off his back and puts it on the floor and then takes off his shirt.

I watch transfixed as he undresses and a part of my mind registers that he has very well defined muscles and a beautiful body, the kind that many men would love to show off. My heart races even more when he also takes off his sneakers and socks, leaving only his jeans on.

He walks over to the bed and I panic. What does he intend to do now? Take a shower? Torture me? Rape me? Cut my throat? All of the above? None of the above?

He sits on the bed and begins to caress my face and hair with extreme delicacy. I try to pull away, but his quick hands immobilize me even more.

“What do you intend to do with me?” I ask, the panic in my voice evident.

“In a hurry?” he asks with a mischievous smile. “Don’t worry. The rain will last a long time. We can get to know each other a little better.”

“I don’t want to know you. You murderer. Monster!”

His face takes on a cold and disappointed expression.

“What a shame,” he says and moves even closer to me. His eyes roam over my body and I realize that my robe is open enough to expose my legs and hips.

“I like the pattern on your robe. It really suits your personality.” He comments, but I don’t care about his words, because he’s looking at my exposed skin like he intends to devour it. Like he intends to devour me!

In a panic, I try to cover them with my immobilized hands, but he does it for me, being careful not to touch my skin.

“So that’s what you think of me? That I’m a pervert? That I came here to rape you?” he asks in such an offended tone that I’m startled.

My trembling body and my tears answer for me.

“I can see the fear in your eyes,” he says, and with his hand now free of blood, he wipes my cheeks, and his repulsive touch makes me flinch away from his hand. “I would never be that rude. I don't have the habit of taking by force what is not offered to me willingly. I may be a murderer, but I’m not a rapist.”

So he had no problem killing women, but rape was off limits for him.

I feel a hysterical laugh threatening to rise up my throat, but I manage to contain it.

“Please let me go.” I beg, tears streaming down my face. “Let me live. Please.”

He caresses my face and gently wipes away the tears once more.

“You are the one who determined your fate,” he says in a voice full of pity, but just as he saw fear in my eyes, I can see anticipation in his. He wants this. He needs this to feel alive.

“Please, give me a second chance,” I beg, even though I can see in his eyes that my fate has already been decided.

“You are a smart woman and you must understand the trouble I would get into if I allowed you to live. Besides, it wouldn’t be fair to spare you, after all the others didn’t get another chance even though they begged me for one. It wouldn’t be fair to them, don’t you agree?”

“Please...” I begin, but another thunder drowns out my plea for mercy.

“You know, I’ve always enjoyed killing during a storm,” he says, ignoring my pleas. “It muffles the screams, destroys the tracks. It’s an almost perfect accomplice.” He looks out the window for a few seconds and back at me. “It makes me feel clean and pure when I'm done. And it’s so beautiful to hear someone beg for their life while the drops fall on the roof and soak the earth. Isn’t it wonderful?”

I swallow another useless plea and say, “I hate rain. I always have. And you just gave me one more reason to hate it.”

He gives me a sad smile at my words.

“That’s too bad. I thought you might like it, but don’t worry. Soon I will make your blood rain and soak me.” He says and my eyes widen. He adds in a gentle tone “I promise I’ll be quick. But not as quick as the others. You’re much more fun than they were.”

I look into his eyes and there’s that mischievous, eager glint back.

The memory of something hits my consciousness like a cannonball.

About two weeks ago I read an article about a serial killer who had been taking the lives of women across the country for more than two years. This news had caught my attention because we had just entered the rainy season and I had commented to myself that, fortunately, the serial killer attacks had happened far away from where I lived and therefore I was safe.

The only clue the police had was the profile of his victims: he chose young women who lived alone and had a pet. He used to kill them during storms, always inside the bathrooms and with a single blow. It was because he attacked during storms that he had earned the nickname The Rain Killer .

After the crime, he would clean the place meticulously, making it impossible to find any clues that could lead to his identification, and he would take the murder weapon with him. None of the victims found so far showed signs of sexual violence, but the police did not rule out the possibility that he could start doing this.

Experts in profiling killers said he was a man between twenty and forty years old, lonely and with social problems, but who had a knack for blending in. But this profile was too generic and had not helped the police much so far.

And the man sitting in the bed next to me fit that description exactly. And if I could escape, I could help the police catch him!

“You are the killer who attacks during the rain.” I say in a clear and certain tone.

“I am,” he answers calmly with a huge, proud smile. “Thanks for noticing.”

“How many women have you killed?” I ask before I can stop myself.

He thinks for a few seconds and answers, “You’ll be my thirty-ninth, but the police have only discovered about half of that.”

“When did you start killing?” I ask, horrified.

His face darkens, but he answers after a few seconds, “I was still a little boy and I made a huge mess, but even so, her body was never found. To this day, people think she ran away with another man.”

I swallow hard. He killed thirty-eight women and the police only know about half of them!

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Relax. You’ll see,” he says and smiles before adding in an excited tone, “I’ll prepare everything.”

He gets up and goes to the bathroom again. On the way, he picks up the backpack he had left on the floor. In a few minutes, he leaves there and after checking my restraints, he leaves the room.

I stay there in bed. I wait a few seconds and roll over on the mattress. I get up and run to the window with the intention of escaping through there. It would be better to break a leg jumping than to stay inside and suffer whatever that crazy guy had planned.

However, I can't open the window and, desperate, I start hitting the glass with the intention of breaking it, but I can't even cause a crack. The part of my brain that still has some rationality tells me to look for something to defend myself. I quickly rummage through some drawers and my diary catches my eye.

My foot hits something on the floor and I see that it's my purse. I bend down and grab the pepper spray inside it. Blinding him, even temporarily, was my best chance of escaping that killer.

But what if the spray isn't enough? What if he manages to immobilize me?

I realize I need a plan B and my diary catches my attention again. I execute plan B quickly, fearing he'll come back before I finish.

And the moment he opens the door again — with the knife he used to murder my dog ​​in his hand — I’m ready. The pepper spray hits him square in the face. He screams and throws his body against mine, but the spray is already doing its job. He starts to struggle on the floor, screaming. The rain muffles the sound of his screams just as it had muffled mine and those of his other victims.

I grab the knife and cut the ropes that immobilize me. I run toward the door, toward my salvation.

I run down the stairs as fast as I can, listening to my footsteps and his cries of pain. My chest fills with hope as I enter the kitchen. I'm a few steps from the door when I slip on the wet floor. I let out a groan of pain and get up as fast as I can.

I unlock the door with my trembling hand, grab the handle and turn it, already feeling the taste of freedom, but the moment I open the door a crack, my body is hit by his body. The damn noise of the rain drowned out the sounds of his approach.

The impact throws me against the door and knocks me off balance. I fall to the floor and he falls on top of me. With the exit so close and desperate to escape, I try to get away from him as quickly as possible, but a punch hits my face and I'm stunned long enough for him to get up, lock the door and immobilize me in his arms. I struggle to free myself and he slams my head against the floor until I give up.

I must have lost consciousness because the next thing I know is the sound of the bedroom door being locked.

I'm back in my bed and he's standing in front of the furniture watching me. I realize I've been unconscious long enough for him to wash the pepper spray off his face, and I see that my aim hadn't been as accurate as I'd thought, because his eyes weren't as red or irritated as they should have been. The spray had probably made his cuts sting, which is why he'd been screaming and struggling. That's why he'd recovered so quickly and come after me.

“I have a dilemma,” he says in a calm tone that for some reason sends a shiver of fear down my spine. “I’m enjoying your resistance, but I’m tired of chasing you around the house.”

“I will not stop fighting as long as there is life in me!” I growl.

The assassin lets out a resigned sigh and says, “Then you leave me no choice.”

He walks over to the bed, picks me up easily in his arms, and heads to the bathroom. My senses are awakened when I see what he has done in there. He has lit several red candles and scattered red rose petals in the bathtub and on the floor , leaving my bathroom smelling of roses . The knife with which he had cut Salvador's throat rests on the sink.

“It’s to match your blood,” he says when he notices me examining his work. I start to struggle and he hits me again. “I didn’t mean to be so rude, I didn’t mean to kill you so quickly, but you really don’t leave me any choice.”

He stands me up on the floor and starts to take off my robe.

I try, but I no longer have the strength to react. My head hurts and my body refuses to obey any order from my brain. I am left only in my underwear, with his hands still immobilizing me and supporting my body. Somehow his speech as he arranged my robe on the bed had taken away some of the fear I had felt of being raped. My skin crawls as it comes into contact with the freezing air.

“You’re really beautiful,” he says softly, his eyes shining mischievously as he looks me up and down. “It’s a shame that you’ve lived so long just for your work and forgotten to live your own life. Don’t you regret that you’ve enjoyed your life so little?”

I lived my life the way I wanted to live it , I think to myself, My only regret is not finishing the book because I didn't want the story to end.

He brings his lips closer to my face and runs his tongue from my chin to my forehead. I try to push him away, but he holds me even tighter against his body. I feel the heat of his skin against mine and I try to push him away once more by digging my nails into his bare chest.

He laughs and forces me to look at his brown eyes, shining with excitement and anxiety.

“I like it when you fight. It’s more fun to kill you that way.” He says, smiling before adding, “Of all the women I’ve ever killed, you’re my favorite. I’ll relive this moment in my mind for the rest of my life.”

And at that moment I realize that he sees me as prey. He is a hungry animal and I am making his sick game even more enjoyable and fun for him.

“You damn murderer! I swear you will not go unpunished!”

He gives me another condescending smile.

“And what are you going to do to me? Are you going to haunt me for the rest of my life? That would be impossible, since I don’t believe in ghosts.”

He laughs and ties my hands and feet.

“One day they’ll find out you’re the killer.”

“I wouldn’t expect that if I were you. If you know who I am, you must also know how careful I am.”

With my last bit of strength, I spit in his face. “You’re going to rot in hell, you bastard.”

“That’s fine with me.” He says, wiping the saliva from his face and bringing his fingers to his mouth. “I don’t believe in the existence of hell.”

He picks me up again and, despite my protests, he puts me in the bathtub. The water hasn't cooled completely yet.

He kneels down beside the bathtub. His eyes lock with mine, a mixture of amusement and anticipation in them.

“Are you not going to beg for your life anymore?” he asks, sounding like a curious little boy.

“No. I'm not going to beg for anything from a worm like you.”

“Really? The others begged until the last second. Until the last drop of rain.” he says. “I like to get to know my chosen ones better before taking their lives. Know that I usually wait for the rain to stop to kill.”

“You won’t make me humiliate myself any more. Not even to prolong my life.” I say proudly. “And if you wanted to know more about me, you should have asked me out like a normal person and not broken into my house!”

He takes the knife and presses it to my neck. The cold metal sends a shiver through my body.

“Are you sure about that? Are you sure you won’t beg for your worthless life any more?”

Beg? No. I wouldn't beg. I would do everything I could to make sure he ended this nightmare as quickly as possible. I would no longer contribute to his sick amusement.

I lean back in the bathtub and accept my fate.

“Only someone as pathetic as you would kill women just because they didn’t pay attention to you.” I say mockingly.

He looks at me with deep hatred and presses the knife to my neck.

“I would watch my tongue if I were you.” he says in a warning tone. But I know my fate is already sealed.

If I’m going to die, then I’m going to make my death stick in his mind. My death would be marked on his mind, but he would derive no pleasure from its memory.

This time, I am the one who laughs. It is not a happy laugh, but a mocking one, and he notices this, because the blade presses even more against the skin of my throat and I feel a drop of blood run down my neck.

“I’m glad to know that I’ll die without having had the displeasure of having a relationship with you.” I say in a bratty tone and his eyes widen. I smile and add, “But I doubt you’ve ever had a relationship with a woman or touched one without being one of your victims. I bet you don’t even have any friends.”

He doesn’t fight back, he just continues to glare at me with his lively brown eyes.

“Didn’t your mother teach you that you should treat a woman well if you want to win her over?” I say to provoke him even more.

“Don’t talk about my mother!” he shouts in my face.

The fury in his expression amuses me.

I laugh again.

“No? Of course not. You must be a damn motherless bastard!” I continue, happy with the reaction I caused. “Or maybe she was the first one to abandon you. If you’re so pathetic today, you must have been even more pathetic when you were a little boy who wouldn’t let go of your mother’s skirt, always begging for her attention.”

His eyes widen and I continue, “If I were her and saw the kind of loser you’ve become, I’d abandon you too.”

“You damn bitch!” he yells and I see in his eyes that I’ve managed to make him lose control completely.

In a quick, precise movement, he thrusts the blade into my chest and then pulls it out. A bright, vivid red spray hits the wall. The pain is immediate and excruciating.

“I won’t let you ruin this for me!” he says through gritted teeth and I feel the knife cutting my throat.

His vivid, evil eyes gaze at me with sick pleasure, his face disfigured by an obscene smile.

But even so, I can see the insecurity, pain, and fear he tries to hide. My words brought back something he wanted so badly to keep hidden, and he would remember it whenever he thought about my death.

I feel his finger on my neck and see him bring it to his mouth and taste my blood.

“Even sweeter than the others,” he says in a professional tone and clicks his tongue before adding, “But it leaves a bitter taste on the tongue.”

He laughs and his laughter echoes endlessly in my ears, accompanied by the steady rhythm of the rain outside.

This was the last nightmare that the rain would bring to my life.

I try to speak, but no sound comes out of my mouth. I want to tell him that even dying, I will have my revenge. I want to tell him that even dying, victory will be mine.

He stares at me, oblivious to the trap I leave for him. The pleasure visible in his eyes as he watches, savors my death, will have its price.

The killer believes he will get away with it once again, but he had chosen the wrong woman as his victim.

The message written in my diary revealing his identity was accompanied by several strands of his hair and samples of his skin that were left under my fingernails after I attacked him. He might have been smart enough to clean all traces of himself from the places where he committed his crimes, but I had hidden the diary among my clothes and it would tell the truth about the Rain Killer.

Due to the fear of him discovering me, I could not write everything I wanted, but what I did write is enough to make the victory mine. Hopefully the police would find him before the wounds I left on him healed and the forensics team would be able to say that they were defensive wounds. He would be caught and he would pay for all his crimes!

My death would not be just for his pleasure and amusement. My death would bring revenge. Revenge for me and his other thirty-eight victims.

As I feel the blood leaving my body and dizziness taking over my head I can't help but feel an enormous satisfaction with myself.

My eyes slowly lose focus. His cold laughter seems more and more distant with each passing second. The sensation of the warm water on my body disappears. My consciousness fades and then, everything goes dark.

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GingerRose

These fics are either solely GingerRose or happen in a Reylo fic.

Updated 5 April 2021

Rest of the Masterlist.

Go And Catch A Falling Star Chapter 56 by Ayearandaday (AO3 2021  Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Hungry overworked Ben accidentally ends up in McDonalds. Guess what happens next?) Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday by CaliforniaQueen (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, 20 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Celebrating finishing school and getting a teaching job, Rey Jackson and her friends go out for a night of drinks and letting their hair down. When she meets the beautiful stranger at the bar, she decides tonight she's going to break a rule and be the bad girl for a change. Their one night together turns out to have disastrous consequences for everyone involved. But is being tied down as bad as Rey thinks it is, or is she just afraid to let herself be happy?) Love Bites by Brit Hux-Tico (birchwoods01) (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Co-workers Rose and Hux end up ditching a work party and end up having sex in the janitors closet, so unclassy, and then develop the feels.) Meet My Pussy by Hellyjellybean, spicytofuuuu (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: When Rey adopts a kitten, she invites Ben over to meet it. He misinterprets this as an invitation for something else. When Ben comes over, Rey says she'll be right back (to get the kitten). He starts taking off his clothes...) My Boss Needs to Get Laid! by Hellyjellybean (AO3 2021  Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rose and Hux are PAs for the worst workaholics ever Rey and Ben. They decide to set thier bosses up by sending then on the same business conference, 'accidentally' booking one honeymoon suite in spa-resort, one bed and all.) Nerd Table by tasu7 (AO3 2019  Rated T Complete, 9 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben, one of the nerdiest nerds at his high school, is completely smitten with the new girl, Rey. She plays board games, loves videogames, and is even better at robotics than him. And somehow they've become friends. The problem is she doesn't like him like that. And Ben can't just tell her how he feels.) Pining for What is Mine by Twin_Kitten (AO3 2018  Rated E Complete, 4 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey has a crush on the hot Alpha who keeps coming to the bar she frequents, but he doesn't seem to notice her. Ben is a fool with too much pride to say or do anything about the Omega who keeps leaving her scent all over the bar. When Rose forces Rey to talk to Ben while she flirts with Hux, things go awry. And things keep getting more confusing for Ben and Rey.) Project GingerFlower by gianabryne1976 (AO3 2020  Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: It's Rey's birthday and she is introducing her BFF to Ben's BFF. What could possibly happen?) Taming the Beast by Hellyjellybean (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Hux notices that Ben is more reasonable in company meetings when Rey is there as well. Hux starts inviting IT employee Rey to meetings completely out of her knowledge scope. The ruse is discovered when Ben is having a fit and overhears Hux ask Poe to 'go get the missus.']) The Five Times Ben Stole Rey's Halloween Candy and the One Time He Bought Her Some by AnneAnna (AO3 2021  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: They meet when Ben Solo tries to steal Rey Kenobi's Halloween bucket and Rey hits him over the head the with her plastic lightsaber. They eventually become best friends and then more. This is just all the Halloween Fall Fluff in the world.) The matchmaker by filhadoboto (AO3 2020  Rated T Complete, 5 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: A pregnant Millicent runs away from home and Hux falls into despair. Rose finds an orange cat with a litter of kittens in her bed when she gets home from work.) Wild Child by tmwillson3 (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, 4 Chapters, Regency AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey spends her first Season in Bath with her best friend, Rose Tico. When Rose begins a hate-at-first-sight relationship with Sir Armitage Hux, Rey thinks that nothing more exciting could happen.That's when Sir Hux's friend, the Earl of Alderaan, and his dogs come crashing into Rey. Rey has never liked peers, but when she bonds with him on a rainy day, everything changes.)

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Hypothermia by @lucidlucy

They had shared their first kiss on Takodana, in a forest very similar to the one in which he’d once taken her captive. Rey shifted weakly, trying to put some distance between their naked bodies.

“That was a mistake,” she replied.

“Really?” he asked, his chuckle only prolonging itself as he splayed the long fingers resting on her abdomen, pulling her closer against the proof of her irritating twitching, hard against her lower back. “Was Coruscant a mistake, too?”

READ CHAPTER SIX HERE (On AO3)

Chapter preview:

JAKKU.

We can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep following you.

I know.

It was a mistake.

So you’ve said.

I’m sorry.

So am I.

CHAPTERS 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5  | 6 (Jakku) | 7 (The End)

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A Covid Message From The Palpatine Family

The only reason why palpatine and Rey stayed healthy was because they quarantined themself on Exegol. Now, someone else is coming for a visit. But what if the newcomer has covid19? Will old man palpatine get sick? Which is more important, health or love?

I live in alameda county in California and right now it’s experiencing a surge of covid cases bc people aren’t taking social distancing seriously. Now alameda has the most cases in the Bay Area. Please be careful and please continue to respect the social distancing rule. Stay indoors if you can. No matter where you live, remain vigilant.

To those who have family and friends you can’t see because of covid, stay strong. Remember we are in this together. Please treat each other with kindness and don’t throw them into a deep dark pit.

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•The Right Question By Aviss

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19266907/chapters/45820294

In which Ned asks the right questions at the right time, and Jaime keeps most of his vows. The important ones at least.

•Pretty By astolat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14612130

“Why not a hook, though?” Brienne said, and Jaime followed her gaze to the golden hand covering his stump. He paused, and she added, “It’s pretty, but it’s not much use, is it?"

Jonerys

•Don't Wake the Dragon By zavocado

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14354202/chapters/33132312

The aftermath of Jon's parentage being revealed.

•The Dragon and the Lioness By filhadoboto

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25616518

The wedding day of Dany and Jon's firstborn son has arrived.

Robb x Myrcella

•I Fear No Fate (For You Are My Fate, My Sweet) By vixleonard

https://archiveofourown.org/works/302698/chapters/484289

Myrcella Baratheon always knew she would be married to a man for a political alliance. What she did not know was that she was going to be left in the North at 8-years-old to one day become the wife of Robb Stark and just how much it would change her life.

Sansa

•Little Bird Lost By makenalei

https://archiveofourown.org/works/912247/chapters/1767927

First Post to AO3

It is pure luck that she is found at all.

The cell is dark, and appears to be empty; this is the last cell that they have searched, in the bowels of the Eyrie. Only the worst criminals would have ever been kept here.

The castle was reported to be empty; the last of the Arryn’s long dead. Petyr Baelish, Lord Protector of the Vale, was wanted for treason, and other crimes.

The Queen wanted his head.

The knight is therefore surprised, and slightly frightened, when he hears what appears to sob. He startles, and turns quickly with his torch.

The cell is still empty, or so it seems. He walks in further, and discovers another chamber within it, hidden behind a deceiving looking wall. Hidden in the corner of the newly found cell, is a trembling figure

Thirteenth Doctor x Dhawan!Master

•drunk on your love (and a whole lot of ginger)

BookFangirlMaryJane

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/27914554#main

Slowly, the Master walks over to her and peers into the bowl. Then he looks up at her again. “You texted me an emergency message because you need me to taste something for you?!”

--o--

TARDIS Advent Calendar (by Valc0), prompt for today is 'Getting drunk on the ginger from gingerbread cookies'.

Not really spoilers, but it's set after series 12.

[phelfromgrace]

I've been a bad fan-- haven't written or read any gingerrose in months. The A03 tag is usually cluttered with other ships, so here's an organised list much like my May the 4th post. These are all new and updated fics from May 7th- August 7th (minus GingerRoseWeek fics which are already neatly organised in a collection; and minus ficlets under 1K since this list would be too long otherwise). 

✅= complete ⭕= ongoing  1️⃣= oneshot  🥵= Mature/Explicit Content

Canon Setting

>> Post-canon / Hux in the Resistance

- Edge of Night by GerdavR ✅🥵

- Unlikely, Unbidden, Unbound by shewhospeakswiththunder ✅

- Like Real People Do by ShinyGreenApple ⭕   

- come down from your mountain by HalfwayThrough ⭕🥵

- His Favorite Flower by Brit Hux-Tico 1️⃣🥵

- Blaze and the Nest-Hair Man by ShadowRen 1️⃣ Note: Porg-POV

- Minor to Major by ReyAndor19 ✅

- Steel Flowers; Paper Hearts by ElfMaidenOfLight 1️⃣ 

- And the Children Shall Lead by theatrchy2004 ⭕

>> Spy!Hux/ Handler!Rose

- Chomp by Esmethewitch ⭕🥵 [Note: A+ comedy]

- Sweet Stars by Brit Hux-Tico ⭕ 

- What Are You Wearing? by Celestial_Mess1 1️⃣🥵

- Reunited by marvmorg 1️⃣ 

>> Canon-divergent

- Damsel in the Glass Tower by PhelfromGrace ⭕🥵

- The Spy Who Loves Me by Fanfictina18 ✅🥵

- Ambages by Setchel ⭕🥵

- No one gets left behind by juliagooday07 ⭕

- When I dream by gingeroseBRen ⭕

- The Way to Redemption by EmorySkywalker ⭕

Alternate Universe Fics

>> Modern- Wedding party Rom-Com - i'm alright (i was really in a state tonight) by somethingdifferent 1️⃣🥵

>> Modern- Marriage  - Send Newts by thegingerirritant ⭕🥵

>> Modern- Neighbors - World Naked Gardening Day by andabatae 1️⃣🥵

>> Modern- feat. Millicent - The matchmaker by filhadoboto ✅

- You and Me and Millicent Makes... Four? by theatrchy2004 1️⃣ [Sequel: What to Expect When You're Expecting a Hux]

>> Modern- University - Rumor Has It by Kimba65 ✅🥵

- to all the stars that light the road by DrPearlGatsby ✅

- Unmasked by Dreamin 1️⃣

- Stacks by praetorreyna ⭕

>> Modern- High School - One Shutter by Silvia_Mattel ⭕

>> Modern- Office - Fake Boyfriend by Ravenpuff91 1️⃣

>> Modern- Stripper!Hux - Spin Me Around by DandylionPuff ✅🥵

>> Modern- Holiday/Smut - Burning For You by Hellyjellybean 1️⃣🥵  

>> Modern- Christmas - Mistletoe Is All It Took by Dreamin   1️⃣

- Baby It's Cold Outside by Brit Hux-Tico 1️⃣🥵

>> Modern- Genderbending (fem!Hux) - Much Ado About Love by Brit Hux-Tico 1️⃣

>> Modern- Actors - London Calling by Dianalynn1138 ⭕🥵

>> Modern- Writer - Writing Their Own Happy Ending by Dreamin ⭕

>> Modern- 365 DNI 365 Days by Fanfictina18 ⭕🥵

>> Modern- 1990s - Be Kind. Rewind. by caramel_sins 1️⃣🥵

>> Modern- Opera - Le nozze di Armitage by theatrchy2004 ⭕

>> Modern- Military - Rogue Four by Dianalynn1138 ⭕🥵

>> Modern- Romcom - Pass You By by Hellyjellybean ⭕

>> Modern- Classical Music   - Soothe the Savage Breast by Mezo_Phane  ⭕

>> Historical- 1930s mobster - Stormy Weather by caramel_sins 1️⃣🥵

>> Historical- Titanic - The Rose of the Titanic by BurntKloverfield ⭕

>> Historical- 1940s - Locomotion by caramel_sins ✅🥵

>> Western - Hell is My Doom by caramel_sins 1️⃣🥵

- The Peace of Wild Things by the_desk_fairy ⭕🥵

>> Magic/Fantasy - Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Time by caramel_sins ⭕

>> ABO [Warning: dead dove, Rose OOC, reylo] - Flip Side by PastelWonder  ⭕🥵

Collections

- Sweet Rose and Spicy Ginger by PhelfromGrace 1️⃣🥵    

- Flashes of Light by ElfMaidenOfLight  ✅

- In Your Eyes, The Stars by ElfMaidenOfLight  ⭕ 

[joneryslovenotes]

🖤 Hi fellow shippers! 🖤

Just a quick reminder of our fandom birthdays for June:

June 14 - Edneia / @filhadoboto

June 16 - Dee / @love-deejay

June 16 - Meisie / @meisiesmut

June 28 - Alice / @adecila

As always, send us an ask if you want your birthday added or removed from the calendar 🖤

[amayamedeiros]

@filhadoboto @kyloreys @reyloromance @reylovingit @reylo-solo