#hollow glen

[makinggingerbread]

Another wip from Hollow Glen. I keep building and deleting because everything i create sucks

[21deppstreet]

there’s this ridiculous SpongeBobs edit to this song I kept rewatching so I had to make my own version of it 💀💀

[island-in-ignorance]

How's everyone coping with the election results?

I bought tickets for Twisters in 4DX and have started rereading the Pixie Hollow books from my childhood.

[blueeyeddarkknight]

Happy 80th bday Christopher walken 🎉❤️

He worked with Val in true romance 1993 and kill the Irishman 2011

These are my favorite Chris Walken performances

[mattpresents]

Happy Pride Month! Who wants to see two queer people and their straight friend discuss two of the most infamous gay movies ever?

[rootedinrevisions]

Just...Stay

SUMMARY: When he rolls back into her life every few months, Tyler Owens brings with him all the irresistible charm and warmth that first captured her heart, leaving her breathless and hoping for more. But as the years slip by, so do his promises, and every departure leaves her with another fracture in her heart and fewer illusions about the man she loves. Caught between the comfort of the life she’s built and the pull of the only man who’s ever felt like home, she must finally decide: will she wait for him one last time, or find the courage to let go and forge a path on her own? PART 2 HERE

Inspired loosely by "All the Cowboys" by Alexandra Kay.

WORD COUNT: 4.6k

WARNINGS: Angst. Unrequited love. Mentions of/Implied Smut.

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If you would like to be added to any of my Tag Lists or be tagged for a specific character please feel free to comment, send an ask, or send a DM and I'll be happy to get you added! Below are the fandoms I currently write for.

Glen Powell (himself and the characters he's played)

Twisters (Mostly Tyler right now, but possibly others soon)

Top Gun: Maverick (Hangman, Rooster, possibly others soon)

Marvel / MCU (Bucky Barnes as of now, but possibly others soon)

WWE / Wrestling

The screen door creaked as you settled onto the back porch steps, the sun beginning to dip beneath the horizon. You held the phone close, balancing it between your shoulder and ear as you traced absent circles on the weathered wood with your fingertip.

Your mom’s voice crackled on the other end, warm and familiar. “You’ve been keeping busy out there?”

A faint smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “Yeah, Mama. Got a load of wash done, fixed that fence post that was leaning. Even tried to fix the gutter on the barn.”

She chuckled. “You sound like you’re doing just fine then. So, what’s got you out on that porch, calling me like you got the weight of the world on your shoulders?”

You hesitated, glancing out at the fields stretching endlessly before you, caught between the quiet beauty of dusk and the ache you felt blooming inside. “I don’t know, Mama,” you said, almost whispering. “Just feeling a little lost, I guess.”

There was a long pause on the other end, and you could almost hear her piecing it together. “You saw him again, didn’t you?”

A sigh escaped you, a mix of regret and resignation. “Yeah, I did. He was just… there, like nothing had changed.” You shook your head, remembering the way he’d looked at you, that familiar glint in his eye. “I know what you’re gonna say, Mama.”

She didn’t hesitate. “That boy’s no good. He comes ‘round whenever he pleases, but he leaves just as quick. You can’t be holding out for someone like that, honey.”

You felt your chest tighten, the truth of her words hitting harder than you’d like to admit. “I know, Mama. Believe me, I know.” You picked at a loose thread on your sleeve, fingers fidgeting. “But when he’s here… it’s like I forget all that. I forget how many times he’s done this before, how I feel every time he leaves.” Your voice grew softer, thick with frustration. “And then he’s gone, and it feels like… like there’s this empty spot he left behind.”

There was a pause before she spoke again, her voice gentle but firm. “Why do you let him do this to you, sweetheart?”

You exhaled slowly, shoulders slumping. “I don’t know. Maybe I keep hoping it’ll be different. That maybe… he’ll stay.” The words sounded hollow even as you said them.

You could feel her weighing her response, the silence heavy between you. “Honey, some people just aren’t made to stay. They get what they need and they’re gone, leaving folks like you to pick up the pieces.” She paused, and you could almost see her shaking her head. “But that doesn’t make it right.”

A lump formed in your throat as you thought of Tyler driving off into the sunset, no promises, no goodbyes—just gone. You let out a weary breath, looking down at the chipped paint on the porch step beneath you. 

“Why do they always leave, Mama? Every time things get good, he just vanishes.”

“Oh, honey…” She sighed, the sound deep and knowing. “It’s in some folks’ nature to chase what they don’t have, always looking for something else just over the next hill. Doesn’t mean you have to keep getting hurt by it, though.”

You closed your eyes, feeling the truth settle heavily in your chest. The silence stretched on, filled only by the chirping of crickets and the fading warmth of the sun. You knew your mother was right, but as you sat there, a small part of you still hoped that maybe, just maybe, he’d come back one day and stay.

The memory came back in a slow, aching wave. Just two nights ago, you and Tyler lay tangled up together under the sheets, his arm wrapped tightly around you. The world felt quiet in those moments, like the whole world had shrunk to just the two of you, his warm skin against yours, his heartbeat steady beneath your cheek.

You tilted your head up to look at him, his face softened in the dim light. “So… how long are you sticking around this time?” you asked, half-joking, though you both knew the question carried a heavier weight.

Tyler’s gaze drifted, his lips twitching in that familiar, evasive way. “Maybe longer this time,” he mumbled, though he couldn’t quite meet your eyes when he said it. Instead, his thumb traced absent circles over your shoulder, a touch meant to soothe but only deepening the pit forming in your stomach.

You wanted to believe him, wanted to hold on to that maybe, but his tone, that shift in his eyes as he looked away—it was the same pattern, the same script. You’d been through this dance too many times not to recognize the truth hiding behind his words. He would be gone by morning. And as much as he’d tried to sell you that soft maybe, the two of you understood this wasn’t a visit that would last.

But in that moment, as you curled up against his side, you pretended you didn’t know. You buried yourself in the warmth of his embrace, letting yourself have just one night, pretending you wouldn’t wake up alone.

And sure enough, the next morning, when your hand reached across the bed to his side, it found nothing but cool sheets. You stared at the empty space beside you, that hollow ache settling deep in your chest. With a sigh, you threw back the covers and padded over to the closet, grabbing one of his old T-shirts he’d left on one of his previous stays, back when you still believed he might keep leaving pieces of himself behind to build something more permanent with you.

The shirt smelled faintly of him, a hint of cedar and summer nights that made your throat tighten. Tugging it over your head, you went to the kitchen, the floor cold against your bare feet as you filled the kettle, automatically going through the motions of your morning coffee.

And that’s when you saw it—the note, lying in the center of the kitchen table, his handwriting scrawled across the torn piece of paper.

It was a short message, just a handful of words that were supposed to feel like a promise, but instead felt like one more empty reassurance. You picked it up, reading the rushed lines that only served to emphasize his absence.

Didn’t want to wake you. Take care, darlin’. I’ll see you around.

The words felt flimsy, like the paper might disintegrate under the weight of your disappointment. You crumpled the note in your fist, feeling the familiar sting behind your eyes. This wasn’t new—this cycle of him drifting in, leaving pieces of himself in the form of old T-shirts and half-hearted promises, only to vanish before you could say goodbye.

You’d been through this so many times before, and yet, as you stood there, clutching that note, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe this time was the one that would finally break you.

Your mom’s voice cut through the silence, gentle but firm. “Honey, you still there?”

You blinked, realizing you’d let the silence drag on too long, your mind caught in the weight of memories you could barely hold onto. “Yeah, Mama,” you murmured, swallowing down the lump in your throat.

“I know you love him,” she continued softly, but her words carried a strength you weren’t sure you had anymore. “But I need you to ask yourself if he’s treating you like he loves you, too. ’Cause, baby, love isn’t something you only hold onto when it’s convenient. It’s there in the hard times, in the moments that aren’t so pretty. And if he’s not showing up for you… maybe it’s time to ask yourself why you’re still waiting.”

You nodded even though she couldn’t see you, staring down at the crumpled note still clutched in your hand. The truth of her words was painful, like a splinter lodged too deep to pull out.

“I know,” you whispered. “I know you’re right.”

“I just hate seeing you go through this, time and again,” she said, her voice tinged with a sorrow that made your chest ache. “You deserve someone who’s there for you, who doesn’t keep running just because things start feeling real.”

You exhaled, forcing a smile that felt as brittle as glass. “Thanks, Mama. I… I just needed to hear that.”

“Anytime, baby,” she said, her tone softening. “You take care of yourself. And remember, it’s okay to let go.”

After a quiet goodbye, you hung up, setting the phone down beside the note. Your mom’s words echoed in your mind, a steady reminder of what you deserved, a grounding tether pulling you back to reality. She was right, of course. She always was. And yet…No matter how many times he left, or how much you knew he wasn’t treating you the way you deserved, there was still a part of you—a foolish, stubborn part—that couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if he stayed. Just once.

You closed your eyes, letting the bittersweet ache of a daydream settle over you, imagining what it would be like if he stayed. Just once.

You could almost feel him there beside you, his arm still wrapped around you as you stirred awake. In this vision, his side of the bed wasn’t empty; he was there, his breathing slow and steady, a soft smile tugging at his lips as you rolled over to nuzzle closer. The warmth of his body against yours made you feel safe, grounded, as though he was finally, truly yours.

Later, you pictured the two of you in the kitchen, the early light streaming in through the window as you handed him a mug of coffee. He’d take it, wrapping his hands around yours just a second longer than necessary, his fingers warm against your skin. You’d share a quiet laugh over something simple, something easy, while the steam curled between you. And as he sat across from you, his eyes would linger like he was savoring the moment, like he was savoring you.

In your mind, you watched as he’d finish his coffee, rising from the table to head out to the fields with you. He’d tug on a worn cap and grin over his shoulder, his eyes crinkling in that way that always made your heart stumble. You’d walk side by side, falling into the comfortable rhythm of working together, your boots crunching over the soil as you talked about things that never came up in his fleeting visits. What you’d plant next season, what you’d add to the place if you had the time and the money. He’d joke about the future, and for once, you’d let yourself believe in it.

Evenings would come, and you’d find yourselves on the back porch, watching the sun dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over everything. He’d reach for your hand, lacing his fingers through yours as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You could almost feel the weight of his head resting against yours, his soft murmur of how he’d missed this, missed you. And as night fell, the stars would come out, and he’d pull you close, wrapping you in his arms as though he had nowhere else to be.

And then, in this daydream, he’d follow you back inside, his arm draped around your shoulders as you led him up to bed. There, tangled up in the sheets, he’d hold you close, his touch lingering and gentle, making you feel like you were the only person who’d ever mattered to him. His whispered promises wouldn’t be half-hearted or hesitant; they’d be real, as solid as the feel of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. You’d fall asleep in his arms, knowing he’d be there when you woke, that he’d finally found a place with you he wouldn’t leave behind.

But as you opened your eyes, the reality settled around you like a familiar chill. It was just a daydream, a vision of something you’d never have, as fleeting as his footprints fading from the dirt driveway. And yet, you couldn’t help but hold onto it for one more heartbeat, wishing with all the fragile hope you had left that someday, somehow, it could be real.

* * * * *

A MONTH LATER

It was a late afternoon, the sun dipping low and casting long shadows over the gravel drive as you stood on the porch, the distant rumble of an engine reaching your ears. You recognized that sound before you even saw the dust cloud rising in the distance, stirring up memories you’d been trying to put to rest for weeks. His truck rounded the last bend, and there he was, windows down, that easy, rugged grin spreading across his face as he slowed to a stop in front of the house.

Tyler stepped out, stretching his arms like he belonged there, like he hadn’t left you picking up the pieces last time. Dust clung to his boots as he walked toward you, his eyes fixed on yours with that familiar spark—one that made you feel seen in a way that was hard to shake, even when you wanted to.

He looked just the same, though maybe a little more sun-worn, his t-shirt clinging to his shoulders, his jeans frayed in a way that was somehow endearing, like they’d seen as much of the road as he had. He stopped a few steps away, his gaze softening as it met yours.

“Hey,” he said, voice warm and low, as if no time had passed at all.

You stayed still, hands clenched by your sides. You’d prepared yourself for this—told yourself a hundred times that if he showed up again, you’d keep your distance, guard the pieces of your heart he kept leaving behind. But as he stood there you felt the walls you’d built begin to crack.

“Hey,” you replied, the word catching in your throat.

A beat of silence hung between you, heavy with all the things left unsaid. Then his face softened, his smile widening in that way that always undid you. And, as if by instinct, he reached for you, his hand lifting to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin with a gentleness that felt almost like an apology.

For a moment, you considered stepping back, holding onto the anger and hurt that had filled the empty space he left behind. But as his touch settled, as his thumb traced a line just below your cheekbone, all your defenses crumbled.

Before you knew it, you were reaching back, your hand settling over his as you let yourself lean into him. It was like slipping back into a familiar dream—the one where he stayed, where he was yours for longer than a fleeting moment.

He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you, and you sank into his embrace, feeling the weight of his chin against your hair, the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear. And in that moment, against all reason, you let yourself believe that maybe this time would be different, that maybe he’d come back not just to leave again, but to finally stay.

He held you close, his arms wrapped around you with that familiar, unguarded tenderness. His chin rested on top of your head, and for a moment, it felt as if the world beyond his embrace had faded away. His fingers traced slow circles on your back, a quiet, grounding rhythm that felt as real as his voice when he finally spoke, low and rough against your hair.

“I missed you,” he murmured, the words so soft you almost didn’t catch them. He shifted, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes searching yours. “I’m glad to see you again.”

You looked away for a moment, the words stirring both warmth and ache deep in your chest. It was unfair, the way he could come and go, the way he could leave you longing for more, but when he looked at you like that—with his guard down, that rugged charm softened by something raw and honest—it was hard to hold onto your resolve.

“I missed you too,” you whispered back, barely able to meet his gaze. He smiled at that, a slow, almost relieved smile, as if he’d feared he might’ve lost his place in your heart.

He let his hand drift to yours, his fingers lacing through yours in a familiar gesture. “Come on,” he said, tugging you gently, “let’s make a day of it.”

With Tyler by your side, you found yourself lost in the rhythm of farm chores that felt lighter, easier, with him there. He was quick to lend a hand, reaching for the same tools you did, working alongside you with that easy, capable grace he seemed to carry everywhere.

You walked through rows of vegetables, pulling up the last of the summer crops, the sun warm against your skin. Tyler watched as you tossed a few stray weeds into a pile, a hint of amusement in his gaze.

“So,” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence, “how’s the team? Boone, Lily, Dani, Dexter?”

He chuckled, swiping a smudge of dirt from his forearm. “They’re all good. Wild as ever. Boone’s still dragging his feet over settling down, though I keep telling him he’s a fool if he lets Lily go. And Dani’s got herself a new truck she’s way too proud of. Dexter? Well, you know him; he’s just happy to tag along for the adventure.”

You smiled at the thought of his friends, feeling a pang of longing for the life he lived—a world of movement and adventure, so different from the one you held steady here. “They sound like they’re keeping you busy.”

“Yeah, they do.” He looked at you, a softness to his expression that made your heart skip. “But they’re not the only ones.”

“What do you mean?”

“Been thinking about you too, you know. Wondering what you’re up to when I’m gone.” He paused, glancing around the fields before adding, “How’s your mom doing?”

You swallowed, touched that he remembered to ask. “She’s good. Stubborn as ever, trying to do too much on her own. But we manage.”

He nodded thoughtfully, reaching out to steady you when you stumbled on a loose patch of earth. “You’ve got your hands full, don’t you?”

“Guess so,” you said, shrugging with a small smile. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He looked at you then, his gaze lingering, as if taking in the way you belonged here, rooted to this land and this life. For a moment, you thought he might say something more, but he only squeezed your hand, wordlessly acknowledging that unspoken divide between his world and yours.

Later, after a simple dinner you’d shared at the kitchen table, you both made your way out to the porch as the sun dipped low in the sky. He settled onto the swing beside you, letting his arm drape casually over the back of it as you leaned against him, feeling the warmth of his shoulder beneath your cheek.

The evening was calm, the colors of the sunset stretching across the horizon in soft shades of pink and orange, and you found yourself sighing into the quiet.

“This…this is nice,” you murmured, glancing up at him.

Tyler gave a soft hum of agreement, his thumb tracing small, comforting circles along your shoulder. “Could get used to it,” he said, his voice soft, as if testing the thought aloud. “It’s different from the rush of things out there. Being here with you—it just feels right.”

The words settled between you, gentle and unassuming, but laced with a longing that you felt all too acutely. He looked down, catching your gaze, his eyes holding yours in the fading light.

“I know you’ve got your life on the road,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “But sometimes I wonder…what it’d be like if you stayed.”

He didn’t answer right away, his gaze drifting out over the fields that stretched into the distance. Finally, he gave a small nod. “I think about it too. More than you know.”

You fell into a comfortable silence, his arm around you, your head resting on his shoulder as the last light slipped below the horizon. And in that quiet moment, you let yourself imagine a world where he was yours—not just for today, but for all the days and nights to come.

In the quiet glow of the fading sunset, Tyler’s gaze grew heavy, lingering on yours with a kind of tenderness that always seemed to pull you in too deep, too fast. And in a heartbeat, he was scooping you up, lifting you effortlessly into his arms as you laughed, breathless and already feeling the rush of surrender. He carried you down the hallway, his eyes never leaving yours, each step filling the space with anticipation you could feel in every beat of your heart.

The bed was cool beneath you as he laid you gently on the sheets, his body following close, as if he couldn’t bear the thought of any distance between you. His hands were careful yet urgent as he traced familiar paths along your skin, murmuring against your ear, his voice low and rough with want. 

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he whispered, his breath warm against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. You closed your eyes, letting the sound of his voice wash over you, feeling the weight of his words settle deep in your chest. “I’m lucky,” he murmured, his lips brushing your collarbone. “I’m the luckiest damn man alive that you’re mine.”

You wanted to believe him. You wanted to cling to those words and tuck them away, to let them soothe every doubt he’d left behind. But you pushed the ache aside, banishing it to some quiet corner of your mind where it couldn’t reach you now.

Instead, you let yourself get lost in him, in the way his hands knew every inch of you, how his touch left you dizzy, breathless, like you were the only thing that mattered in his world. Every whispered word, every gentle kiss pressed to your skin, they all felt like a spell you couldn’t break. And for that one perfect night, you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, he was telling the truth.

Afterward, as you lay tangled together in the sheets, your body pressed close to his, his arm wrapped around you, it was almost easy to forget. To ignore the hollow ache in your chest and pretend that this time, he wouldn’t slip away with the sunrise. And so, for those last quiet hours before dawn, you let yourself exist in that fragile, fleeting moment, letting go of everything but him.

The soft sound of Tyler stirring pulled you from the haze of sleep. You opened your eyes to see him sitting on the edge of the bed, already reaching for his clothes. The early morning light filtered through the window, casting a soft glow over his figure as he moved quietly, carefully separating your clothes from his in the pile by the bed. For a moment, you wanted to reach out, to pull him back, to press your face into his shoulder and beg him to stay. But something in you had finally had enough.

He noticed you were awake, glancing over his shoulder with a soft smile that you’d once let yourself believe was meant just for you. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his hand brushing over your shoulder. 

“Go back to sleep,” he murmured. “You need the rest.”

But you couldn’t—not anymore. Watching him move through the room, watching him get ready to leave again as if it were just another morning, you felt something inside you finally shift, that last fragile bit of hope you’d clung to finally snapping.

Sitting up, you took a steadying breath. “Tyler,” you said, your voice quiet but steady. He looked over, a hint of surprise in his eyes at your tone. You struggled to keep your voice even, the words tangled in your throat. “I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep waiting for someone who always leaves when things start to feel... real.”

He stilled, the easy expression on his face fading as the weight of your words sank in. You saw the conflict in his eyes, the same struggle you’d seen a dozen times before, but this time you weren’t going to let it end with an unspoken understanding. You were done with the quiet promises, the hope that somehow, one day, he might change.

“Stay,” you whispered, feeling the tears prick at your eyes. “Just... stay. I’m not asking you to give up chasing. I just want you to come home—to make this your home. To choose me.”

He looked at you, something like regret flickering in his gaze, but he couldn’t bring himself to say the words you wanted. 

Instead, he let out a shaky breath and looked down, and when he looked back up, all he managed was, “I’m sorry.” And you knew, in those two words, he’d already made his choice.

As he turned and started for the door, you found yourself following him, your steps echoing in the silence of the house as you trailed him through the hallway, the kitchen, the living room—all the way out onto the porch. You watched as he opened the truck door, throwing his bag into the backseat like he had a hundred times before.

“Don’t come back,” you said, the words escaping before you could stop them. Your voice wavered but held firm, steady with a finality that startled even you. 

He froze, his hand on the truck door, then turned to look at you. There was a flicker of something in his eyes—shock, maybe even hurt—as he crossed the driveway and came back up the steps, stopping just a few feet away.

“You don’t mean that, darlin’,” he said, his voice low and careful, as if he could talk you back from the edge. “You’re upset, I get that, but... you don’t mean it.”

But you shook your head. “I do, Tyler. I can’t keep doing this. If you’re not choosing me, then... then don’t come back.”

He held your gaze, searching for something, as if hoping to see the softness he’d come to rely on. But when he only saw your resolve, he let out a sigh, his shoulders sagging ever so slightly. 

“I’ll call you later,” he murmured. “We’ll talk.”

And just like that, he’d told you everything you needed to know. You didn’t need a call. You didn’t need another apology. You’d waited long enough.

You stood on the porch, watching as he climbed back into his truck. He didn’t look back as he drove down the driveway, the morning sun casting his truck in a halo of light as he disappeared into the Kansas countryside. You watched until he was just a speck on the horizon, your heart breaking and mending all at once with the realization that this was truly goodbye.

You’d loved him with everything you had, but you knew now that you couldn’t keep waiting for him to choose you. And when the phone finally rang, you knew you wouldn’t pick it up. Not this time. Not ever again. Because the next time he came back, you’d be moved on, ready to start again without him.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Reference: Topographical Elements

Ideas for Naming your Fictional Places

Buildings and stones brough, burton, caster, church, cross, kirk, mill, minster, stain, stone, wark ⚜ Examples: Crossthwaite, Felixkirk, Newminster, Staines, Whitchurch

Coastline features ey, holme, hulme, hythe, naze, ness, port, sea ⚜ Examples: Bardsey, Greenhithe, Sheerness, Southport, Southsea

Dwellings and farms barton, berwick, biggin, bold, by, cote, ham, hampstead, hamton, house, scale, sett, stall, thorpe, toft, ton, wick ⚜ Examples: Fishwick, Newham, Potterton, Westby, Woodthorpe

Fields and clearings combe, croft, den, ergh, field, ham, haugh, hay, ing, land, lease, lock, meadow, rick, ridding, rode, shot, side, thwaite, wardine, worth, worthy ⚜ Examples: Applethwaite, Cowden, Smallworthy, Southworth, Wethersfield

General locations and routes bridge, ford, gate, ing, mark, path, stead, stoke, stow, street, sty, way ⚜ Examples: Epping, Horsepath, Longford, Ridgeway, Stonebridge, Streetly

Hills and slopes bank, barrow, borough, breck, cam, cliff, crook, down, edge, head, hill, how, hurst, ley, ling, lith, mond, over, pen, ridge, side, tor ⚜ Examples: Barrow, Blackdown, Longridge, Redcliff, Thornborough, Windhill

Rivers and streams batch, beck, brook, burn, ey, fleet, font, ford, keld, lade, lake, latch, marsh, mere, mouth, ore, pool, rith, wade, water, well ⚜ Examples: Broadwater, Fishlake, Mersey, Rushbrooke, Saltburn

Woods and groves bear, carr, derry, fen, frith, greave, grove, heath, holt, lea, moor, oak, rise, scough, shaw, tree, well, with, wold, wood ⚜ Examples: Blackheath, Hazlewood, Oakley, Southwold, Staplegrove

Valleys and hollows bottom, clough, combe, dale, den, ditch, glen, grave, hole, hope, slade ⚜ Examples: Cowdale, Denton, Greenslade, Hoole, Longbottom, Thorncombe

NOTE

These elements are all found in many different spellings. Old English beorg ‘hill, mound’, for example, turns up as bar-, berg-, -ber, -berry, -borough, and -burgh. Only one form is given above (Thornborough).

Several items have the same form, but differ in meaning because they come from different words in Old English. For example, -ey has developed in different ways from the two words ea ‘river’ and eg ‘island’. It is not always easy deciding which is the relevant meaning in a given place name.

This resource does not distinguish between forms which appear in different parts of a place name. Old English leah ‘forest, glade’, for example, sometimes appears at the beginning of a name (Lee- or Leigh-), sometimes at the end (-leigh, -ley), and sometimes alone (Leigh) (K. Cameron, 1961).

Source ⚜ More: Word Lists ⚜ Notes & References ⚜ Worldbuilding

[lamontarte]

Cordelia, the oldest of the Devore siblings, and her fae fiance Alfred have settled in a glen little town of Midnight Hollow, that lies not too far behind the mountains of Moonlight Falls. So far, the neighbors welcomed them well and the town seems like just the right fit for them. ִֶ��. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐

[treeroutes]

what's up ! non-exhaustive list of stories featuring weird plants :

The Day of the Triffids, John Wyndham

The Night of the Triffids, Simon Clark

In the Tall Grass, Stephen King and Joe Hill

The Boats of the 'Glen Carrig', William Hope Hodgson

The Man Whom the Trees Loved, Algernon Blackwood

The Red Tree, Caitlín R. Kiernan

Annihilation, Jeff VanderMeer

The Willows, Algernon Blackwood

The Nature of Balance, Tim Lebbon

'Bloom', John Langan

The Ruins, Scott Smith

The Wise Friend, Ramsey Campbell

'The Green Man of Freetown', The Envious Nothing : A Collection of Literary Ruins, Curtis M. Lawson

The Beauty, Aliya Whiteley

The Ash-Tree, M.R. James

Canavan's Backyard, J.P. Brennan

Invasion of the Body Snatchers, Jack Finney

The Hollow Places, T. Kingfisher

'Reaching for Ruins', Crow Shine, Alan Baxter

'Vortex of Horror', Gaylord Sabatini

Hothouse, Brian W. Aldiss

Vaster than Empires and More Slow, Ursula K. Le Guin

Odd Attachment, Ian M. Banks

Deathworld #1, Harry Harrison

The Bridge, John Skipp and Craig Spector

'The Garden of Paris', Eric Williams

Apartment Building E, Malachi King

The Seed from the Sepulchre, Clark Ashton Smith

Rappaccini's Daughter, Nathaniel Hawthorne

The Nursery, Lewis Mallory

The Other Side of the Mountain, Michel Bernanos

The Vegetarian, Han Kang

Sisyphean, Dempow Torishima

The Root Witch, Debra Castaneda

Semiosis, Sue Burke

The Wolf in Winter, Charlie Parker #12, John Connolly

Perennials, Bryce Gibson

Relic, Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child

Gwen, in Green, Hugh Zachary

The Voice in the Night, William Hope Hodgson

Ordinary Horror, David Searcy

The Family Tree, Sheri S. Tepper

The Book of Koli, Rampart Trilogy #1, M.R. Carey

Seeders, A.J. Colucci

Concrete Jungle, Brett McBean

The Plant, Stephen King

Anthologies/collections :

The Roots of Evil: Weird Stories of Supernatural Plants, edited by Michel Parry

Chlorophobia: An Eco-Horror Anthology, edited by A.R. Ward

Roots of Evil: Beyond the Secret Life of Plants, edited by Carlos Cassaba

The Green Man: Tales from the Mythic Forest, edited by Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling

Sylvan Dread: Tales of Pastoral Darkness, Richard Gavin

Evil Roots: Killer Tales of the Botanical Gothic, edited by Daisy Butcher

Weird Woods: Tales From the Haunted Forests of Britain, edited by John Miller

'But fungi aren't plants' :

The Fungus, Harry Adam Knight

Growing Things and Other Stories, Paul Tremblay

The Girl with All the Gifts, M.R. Carey

Mexican Gothic, Silvia Moreno-Garcia

Fruiting Bodies, and Other Fungi, Brian Lumley

'The Black Mould', The Age of Decayed Futurity, Mark Samuels

What Moves the Dead, T. Kingfisher

The House Without a Summer, DeAnna Knippling

Mungwort, James Noll

Fungi, edited by Orrin Grey and Silvia Moreno-Garcia

Trouble with Lichen, John Wyndham

Notes :

all links lead to the goodreads page of the book, mostly because i like to look at book cover art ;

list features authors/books that i love (T. Kingfisher, Silvia Moreno-Garcia, Ursula K. Le Guin, the collections from the British Library Tales of the Weird, etc.), but also a few that i don't like and some that i have not yet read ;

if upon seeing that list the first novel you check out is by Stephen King's you have not understood the assignment ;

not all of those are strictly horror stories, some are 100% science fiction (Brian W. Aldiss' Hothouse for instance).

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A Hollow Glen pic from the drafts

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Summary of Qualifying Round Tilts

Sir Guy of Gisborne [Michael Wincott], Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves (1991) Def. Sir Guy of Gisburne [Robert Addie], Robin of Sherwood (1984)

Robin Hood [Richard Todd], The Story of Robin Hood and His Merrie Men (1952) Def. King Arthur [Graham Chapman], Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)

Arman [Matevy Lykov], I Am Dragon (2015) Def. Antonius Block [Max von Sydow], The Seventh Seal (1957)

Ivanhoe [Anthony Andrews], Ivanhoe (1982) Def. Edward III Plantagenet [Blake Ritson], A World Without End (2012)

Edward, the Black Prince [James Purefoy], A Knight’s Tale (2001)  Def. Henry VII Tudor [Luke Treadaway], The Hollow Crown (2012-2016)

Pero Tovar [Pedro Pascal], The Great Wall (2016) Def. Sir Thomas Gray [Nigel Terry], Covington Cross (1992)

Edward IV Plantagenet [Max Irons], The White Queen (2013) Def. Richard III [Benedict Cumberbatch], The Hollow Crown (212-2016)

Éomer, Son of Éomund [Karl Urban], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003) Def. Gimli, Son of Gloin [John Rhys-Davies], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)

Elrond Half-elven [Hugo Weaving], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003) Def. Elrond Half-elven [Robert Aramayo], The Rings of Power (2022-)

Mr. Tumnus [James McAvoy], The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (2005) Def. Carlos I [Álvaro Cervantes], Carlos, Rey Emperador (2015-2016)

Niccoló Machiavelli [Thibaut Evrard], Borgia (2011-2014) Def. Niccoló Machiavelli [Julian Bleach], The Borgias (2011-2013)

Finan [Mark Rowley], The Last Kingdom (2015-2022) Def. “The Sherriff of Nottingham” [Alan Wheatley], The Adventures of Robin Hood (1955-1959)

Sir Guy of Gisbourne [Basil Rathbone], The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938) Def. Nasir [Mark Ryan], Robin of Sherwood (1984-1986)

William Thatcher [Heath Ledger], A Knight’s Tale (2001) Def. King Arthur [Charlie Hunnam], King Arthur: Legend of the Sword (2017)

Darkness [Tim Curry], Legend (1985) Def. Zbyszko z Bogdanca [Mieczyslaw Kalenik], Knights of the Teutonic Order (1960)

King Vortigern [Jude Law], King Arthur: Legend of the Sword (2017) Def. Uther Pendragon [Anthony Stewart Head], BBC’s Merlin (2008-2012)

Corlys Velaryon [Steve Toussaint], House of the Dragon (2022-) Def. Simon Aumar [Justice Smith], Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023)

Asbjörn [Tom Hopper], Northmen: A Viking Saga (2014) Def. Connor MacLeod [Christopher Lambert], Highlander (1986)

Matrim “Mat” Cauthon [Donal Finn], The Wheel of Time (2022) Def. Prince Hamlet [Christopher Plummer], Hamlet at Elsinore (1964)

Lord Eddard Stark [Sean Bean], Game of Thrones (2011-2019) Def. Lurtz [Lawrence Makoare], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)

Frodo Baggins [Elijah Wood], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003) Def. Dong Yilong [Henry Lau], Double World (2020)

King Ecbert Ealhmunding [Linus Roache], Vikings (2013-2020) Def. Bofur [James Nesbitt],The Hobbit Trilogy (2012-2014)

Beowulf [Gerard Butler], Beowulf & Grendel (2005) Def. King Henry V Plantagenet [Kenneth Branagh], Henry V (1989)

King Arthur [Sean Connery], First Knight (1995) Def. Robin Hood [Sean Connery], Robin and Marian (1976)

Thorin Oakenshield [Richard Armitage], The Hobbit Trilogy (2012-2014) Def. Thierry of Janville [Jean-Claude Drouot], Thierry la Fronde (1963-1966)

Prince Hamlet [Laurence Olivier], Hamlet (1948) Def. Björn Ironside [Alexander Ludwig], Vikings (2013-2020)

Ser Criston Cole [Fabien Frankel], House of the Dragon (2022-) Def. Martin [Rutger Hauer], Flesh + Blood (1985)

Bard the Bowman [Luke Evans], The Hobbit Trilogy (2012-2014) Def. Perrin Aybara [Marcus Rutherford], The Wheel of Time (2022-)

King Marke of Cornwall [Rufus Sewell], Tristan & Isolde (2006) Def. Leofric [Adrian Bower], The Last Kingdom (2015-2022)

Amleth [Alexander Skarsgård], The Northman (2022) Def. Miles Hendon [Errol Flynn], The Prince and the Pauper (1937)

Ser Jorah Mormont [Iain Glen], Game of Thrones (2011-2019) Def. Little John [Nicol Williamson], Robin and Marian (1976)

Odda the Elder [Simon Kunz], The Last Kingdom (2015-2022) Def. Ser Barristan Selmy [Ian McIlhinney], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Nicodemus Ravens [Jakob Oftebro], Skammerens Datter (2015) Def. King Arthur [Nigel Terry], Excalibur (1981)

Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert [Ciaran Hinds], Ivanhoe (1997) Def. Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert [Sam Neill], Ivanhoe (1982)

Robert the Bruce [Chris Pine], Outlaw King (2018) Def. King Edward I Plantagenet [Stephen Dillane], Outlaw King (2018)

Prince Charmont [Hugh Dancy], Ella Enchanted (2004) Def. Galessin, Duke of Orkney [Alexis Hénon], Kaamelott (2004-2009)

King Arthur [Richard Harris], Camelot (1967) Def. Ulrich von Jungingen [Stanislaw Jasiukiewicz], Knights of the Teutonic Order (1960)

Thomas Becket [Richard Burton], Becket (1964) Def. Brother Cadfael [Derek Jacobi], Cadfael (1994-1998)

Father Beocca [Ian Hart], The Last Kingdom (2015-2022) Def. “The Mayor of Hamelin” [Claude Rains], The Pied Piper of Hamelin (1957)

Bronn [Jerome Flynn], Game of Thrones (2011-2019) Def. Mikoláš Kozlík [František Velecký], Marketa Lazarová (1967)

Balian de Ibelin [Orlando Bloom], Kingdom of Heaven (2005) Def. Athelstan [George Blagden], Vikings (2013-2020)

Sultan Alauddin [Ranveer Singh], Padmavaat (2018) Def. Sir Tristan [Kingsley Ben-Adir], King Arthur: Legend of the Sword (2017)

Ahchoo [Dave Chapelle], Robin Hood: Men in Tights (1993) Def. Robin Hood [Tom Riley], Doctor Who: “The Robot of Sherwood” (2014)

Thranduil, The Elvenking [Lee Pace], The Hobbit Trilogy (2012-2014) Def. Vaisey, Sheriff of Nottingham [Keith Allen], BBC’s Robin Hood (2006-2009)

Cesare Borgia [Francois Arnaud], The Borgias (2011-2013) Def. Ancelyn ap Gwalchmai [Marcus Gilbert], Doctor Who: “Battlefield” (1989)

Prince Oberyn Martell [Pedro Pascal], Game of Thrones (2011-2019) Def. Amarendra Baahubali [Prabhas], Baahubali Series (2015-2017)

Galavant [Joshua Sasse], Galavant (2015-2016) Def. Sir Galahad [Michael Palin], Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)

The Kurgan [Clancy Brown], Highlander (1986) Def. Allan-A-Dale [Joe Armstrong], BBC’s Robin Hood (2006-2009)

“The Mute” [Jon Bernthal], Pilgrimage (2017) Def. Arn Magnusson [Joakim Nätterqvist], Arn: The Knight Templar (2007)

Uther Pendragon [Gabriel Byrne], Excalibur (1981) Def. Rilk [Jesse Lee Keeter] JourneyQuest (2010)

Alessandro Farnese [Diarmuid Noyes], Borgia (2011-2014) Def. King Alfred the Great [David Dawson], The Last Kingdom (2015-2022)

Ser Davos Seaworth [Liam Cunningham], Game of Thrones (2011-2019) Def. Gest [Jakob Þór Einarsson], Hrafninn flýgur (1984)

Lin Shu [Hu Ge], Nirvana in Fire (2015) Def. Cesare Borgia [Mark Ryder], Borgia (2011-2014)

Charles Brandon [Henry Cavill], The Tudors (2007-2010) Def. Asneez [Isaac Hayes], Robin Hood: Men in Tights (1993)

Erik Thurgilson [Christian Hillborg], The Last Kingdom (2015-2022) Def. Much [Sam Troughton], BBC’s Robin Hood (2006-2009)

Vlad III Dracula [Luke Evans], Dracula Untold (2014) Def. Chris Vexler [Karan Soni], Miracle Workers: The Dark Ages (2020)

Prince Chauncley [Daniel Radcliffe], Miracle Workers: The Dark Ages (2020) Def. Bilbo Baggins [Martin Freeman], The Hobbit Trilogy (2012-2014)

Aguilar de Nerha [Michael Fassbender], Assassin's Creed (2016) Def. Wil Ohmsford [Austin Butler], The Shannara Chronicles (2016)

Mordred [Jason Done], Merlin (1998) Def. Robin Hood [Kevin Costner], Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves (1991)

Murtagh Morzansson [Garrett Hedlund], Eragon (2006) Def. Geralt z Rivii [Michał Żebrowski], The Witcher (2002)

Turgut Alp [Cengiz Coşkun], Diriliş: Ertuğrul (2014-2019) Def. Elendil [Lloyd Owen], The Rings of Power (2022-)

Uglúk [Nathaniel Lees], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003) Def. Azog the Defiler [Manu Bennett], The Hobbit Trilogy (2012-2014)

Prince Aemond Targaryen [Ewan Mitchell], House of the Dragon (2022-) Def. Kai [Michael Gothard], Arthur of the Britons (1972, 1973)

King Arthur [Bradley James], BBC’s Merlin (2008-2012) Def. Arondir [Ismael Cruz Córdova], The Rings of Power (2022-)

Wen Kexing [Gong Jun], Word of Honor (2021) Def. King Arthur [Alexandre Astier], Kaamelott (2004-2009)

Sir Gwaine [Eoin Macken], Merlin (2008-2012) Def. al’Lan Mandragoran [Daniel Henney], The Wheel of Time (2022)

Hamlet [Iain Glen], Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (1990) Def. Count Rugen [Christopher Guest], The Princess Bride (1987)

Inigo Montoya [Mandy Patinkin], The Princess Bride (1987) Def. Robert of Huntingdon [Jason Connery], Robin of Sherwood (1984)

Lord Tywin Lannister [Charles Dance], Game of Thrones (2011-2019) Def. King Henry VIII [Ray Winstone], Henry VIII (2003)

King Edmund the Just [Mark Wells], The Chronicles of Narnia (2005-2010) Def. Merlin [Nicol Williamson], Excalibur (1981)

Gawain [Dev Patel], The Green Knight (2021) Def. Sir Elyan [Adetomiwa Edun], BBC’s Merlin (2008-2012)

Boromir, Son of Denethor [Sean Bean], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003) Def. Sir Percival [Tom Hopper], BBC’s Merlin (2008-2012)

Sir Leon [Rupert Young], BBC’s Merlin (2008-2012) Def. Merlin [Colin Morgan], BBC’s Merlin (2008-2012)

Aragorn, Son of Arathorn [Viggo Mortensen], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003) Def. Isildur, Son of Elendil [Maxim Baldry], The Rings of Power (2022-)

Samwise Gamgee [Sean Astin], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003) Def. Rand al’Thor [Josha Stradowski], The Wheel of Time (2022-)

Chu Hun [Peter Ho], Double World (2020) Def. Ash Williams [Bruce Campbell], Army of Darkness (1992)

Khal Drogo [Jason Momoa], Game of Thrones (2011-2019) Def. Loial [Hammed Animashaun], The Wheel of Time (2022-)

Gandalf [Ian McKellan], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003) Def. Merlin [Sam Neill], Merlin (1998)

Gendry [Joe Dempsie], Game of Thrones (2011-2019) Def. Ubbe [Jordan Patrick Smith], Vikings (2013-2020)

Sandor Clegane [Rory McCann], Game of Thrones (2011-2019) Def. Sir Lancelot [Nicholas Clay], Excalibur (1981)

Will Scarlet O’Hara [Matthew Porretta], Robin Hood: Men in Tights (1993) Def. Phillippe Gaston [Matthew Broderick], Ladyhawke (1985)

Ahmad [Mahesh Jadu], Marco Polo (2014) Def. Glenstorm [Cornell John], The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian (2008)

King Henry II Plantagenet [Peter O’Toole], Becket (1964) Def. King Henry II Plantagenet [Peter O’Toole], The Lion in Winter (1968)

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan [Antonio Banderas], The 13th Warrior (1999) Def. Trumpkin [Peter Dinklage], The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian (2008)

Thraxus Boorman [Amar Chadha-Patel], Willow (2022) Def. Tyrion Lannister [Peter Dinklage], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Durotan [Toby Kebbell], Warcraft (2016) Def. Prince Daemon Targaryen [Matt Smith], House of the Dragon (2022)

Rosencrantz [Gary Oldman], Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (1990) Def. Lord Harekr [Bradley James], Vikings: Valhalla (2022-)

Étienne de Navarre [Rutger Hauer], Ladyhawke (1985) Def. Prince John [Richard Lewis], Robin Hood: Men in Tights (1993)

Fili [Dean O’Gorman], The Hobbit Trilogy (2012-2014) Def. Renly Baratheon [Gethin Anthony], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Meriadoc “Merry” Brandybuck [Dominic Monaghan], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003) Def. Fjölnir [Claes Bang], The Northman (2022)

“The Player” [Richard Dreyfuss], Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead (1990) Def. Ravenhurst [Basil Rathbone], The Court Jester (1955)

Prince Prospero [Vincent Price], The Masque of the Red Death (1964) Def. Francois Villon [Ronald Colman], If I Were King (1938)

Richard II Plantagenet [Ben Whishaw], The Hollow Crown (2012-2016) Def. Will Scarlett [Christian Slater], Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves (1991)

Saladin [Milind Soman], Arn: The Knight Templar (2007) Def. Fezzik [André the Giant], The Princess Bride (1987)

Will Scarlett [Harry Lloyd], BBC’s Robin Hood, (2006-2009) Def. George Plantagenet, Duke of Clarence [David Oakes], The White Queen (2013)

Faramir, Son of Denethor [David Wenham], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)| Def. Richard Cypher [Craig Horner], Legend of the Seeker (2008-2010)

Francesco de Pazzi [Matteo Martari], Medici (2016-2019) Def. Geoffrey Chaucer [Pier Paolo Pasolini], The Canterbury Tales (1972)

Jareth, the Goblin King [David Bowie], Labyrinth (1986) Def. Jafar [Marwan Kenzari], Aladdin (2019)

Sir Guy of Gisborne [Richard Armitage], BBC’s Robin Hood (2006-2009) Def. Prince Dastan [Jake Gyllenhaal], Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time (2010)

Geralt of Rivia [Henry Cavill], The Witcher (2019-) Def. Roose Bolton [Michael McElhatton], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

“One-Eye” [Mads Mikkelsen], Valhalla Rising (2009) Def. Le Maître d'Armes (the fencing master) [Christian Bujeau], Kaamelott (2005-2009)

King Caspian X [Samuel West], Prince Caspian and the Voyage of the Dawn Treader (1989) Def. Edward Seymour, Earl of Hertford [Claude Rains], The Prince and the Pauper (1937)

Jon Snow [Kit Harrington], Game of Thrones (2011-2019) Def. Ramsay Bolton [Iwan Rheon], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Haldir [Craig Parker], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003) Def. Robin Hood [Douglas Fairbanks], Robin Hood (1922)

Gu Tingye [Feng Shaofeng], The Story of Minglan (2018) Def. Gündoğdu Bey [Kaan Taşaner], Diriliş: Ertuğrul (2014-2019)

Hubert Hawkins [Danny Kaye], The Court Jester (1955) Def. Saburo Naotora Ichimonji [Ryu Daisuke], Ran (1985)

Giuliano de Medici [Bradley James], Medici (2016-2019) Def. Jack [Tom Cruise], Legend (1985)

Sir Henry “Hotspur” Percy [Joe Armstrong], The Hollow Crown (2012-2016) Def. Prince Humperdink [Chris Sarandon], The Princess Bride (1987)

Robin Hood [Cary Elwes], Robin Hood: Men in Tights (1993) Def. Jaskier [Joey Batey], The Witcher (2019-)

Prince Jingim [Remy Hii], Marco Polo (2014) Def. Ragnar Lothbrok [Travis Fimmel], Vikings (2013-2020)

Petyr “Littlefinger” Baelish [Aiden Gillan], Game of Thrones (2011-2019) Def. Gríma Wormtongue [Brad Dourif], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)

Madmartigan [Val Kilmer], Willow (1988) Def. Podrick Payne [Daniel Portman], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Hugh Beringar [Sean Pertwee], Cadfael (1994-1998) Def. Prince John [Claude Rains], The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938)

Prince Henry [Dougray Scott], Ever After (1998) Def. Massetto [Dave Franco], The Little Hours (2017)

King Henry V Plantagenet [Tom Hiddleston], The Hollow Crown (2012-2016) Def. Arthur Pendragon [Oliver Tobias], Arthur of the Britons (1972, 1973)

James Douglas [Aaron Taylor-Johnson], Outlaw King (2018) Def. King Richard IV [Brian Blessed], The Black Adder (1982)

“The Sherriff of Nottingham” [Peter Cushing], The Sword of Sherwood Forest (1960) Def. “The Red Death” [John Westbrook], The Masque of the Red Death (1964)

Philip II [Timothy Dalton], The Lion in Winter (1968) Def. “Man With Snake” [Barry John Clarke], Edward II (1991)

Prince John [Oscar Isaac], Robin Hood (2010) Def. Willow Ufgood [Warwick Davis], Willow (2022)

King Richard [Timothy Omundson], Galavant (2015-2016) Def. “Unnamed Elf Escort” (“Figwit”) [Bret McKenzie], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)

Mehmed II [Cem Yiğit Üzümoğlu], Rise of Empires: Ottoman (2020-2022) Def. Robert of Artois [Jean Piat], The Accursed Kings (1972)

Sir Lancelot [Luc Simon], Lancelot du Lac (1974) Def. Tormund Giantsbane [Kristofer Hivju], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Legolas Greenleaf [Orlando Bloom], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003) Def. Shah Ala ad Daula [Olivier Martinez], The Physician (2013)

Rollo [Clive Standen], Vikings (2013-2020) Def. Sir Lancelot [Richard Gere], First Knight (1995)

King Henry V [Laurence Olivier], Henry V (1944) Def. Saruman [Christopher Lee], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)

Théoden, Son of Thengel [Bernard Hill], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003) Def. Steapa [Adrian Bouchet], The Last Kingdom (2015-2022)

Richard III Plantagenet [Aneurin Barnard], The White Queen (2013) Def. “Taunting French Guard” [John Cleese], Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)

Wat [Alan Tudyk], A Knight’s Tale (2001) Def. Ser Jaime Lannister [Nikolaj Coster-Waldau], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Kili [Aiden Turner], The Hobbit Trilogy (2012-2014) Def. Daario Naharis [Michiel Huisman], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Osferth [Ewan Mitchell], The Last Kingdom (2015-2022) Def. Robin Hood [Jonas Armstrong], BBC’s Robin Hood (2006-2009)

Rodrigo Borgia [Jeremy Irons], The Borgias (2011-2013) Def. Jacques le Gris [Adam Driver], The Last Duel (2021)

Ivar the Boneless [Alex Høgh Andersen], Vikings (2013-2020) Def. Stannis Baratheon [Stephen Dillane], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Caspian X [Ben Barnes], The Chronicles of Narnia (2010) Def. Guildenstern [Tim Roth], Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (1990)

Robin Hood [Errol Flynn], The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938) Def. High King Peter the Magnificent [Noah Huntley], The Chronicles of Narnia (2005-2010)

Peregrin “Pippin” Took [Billy Boyd], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003) Def. Little John [Eric Allan Kramer], Robin Hood: Men in Tights (1993)

Uhtred of Bebbanburgh [Alexander Dreymon], The Last Kingdom (2015-2022) Def. Robin of Loxley [Michael Praed], Robin of Sherwood (1984)

Sihtric Kjartansson [Arnas Fedaravicius], The Last Kingdom (2015-2022) Def. Robin Longstride [Russell Crowe], Robin Hood (2010)

Edgin Darvis [Chris Pine], Dungeons & Dragons: Honour Among Thieves (2023) Def. “Cinderella’s Prince” [Chris Pine], Into the Woods (2014)

Tom Builder [Rufus Sewell], The Pillars of the Earth (2010 Def. Thomas Cromwell [Mark Rylance], Wolf Hall (2015-2024)

Adhemar, Count of Anjou [Rufus Sewell], A Knight's Tale (2001) Def. Sir Bowen [Dennis Quaid], Dragonheart (1996)

Azeem [Morgan Freeman], Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves (1991) Def. Prince Graydon Hastur [Tony Revolori], Willow (2022)

Tajomaru [Toshiro Mifune], Rashomon (1950) Def. Niankoro [Issiaka Kane], Yeelen (1987)

Will Scarlett [Patrick Knowles], The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938) Def. Syrio Forel [Miltos Yerolemou], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Geoffrey Chaucer [Paul Bettany], A Knight’s Tale (2001) Def. “The Sherriff of Rottingham” [Roger Rees], Robin Hood: Men in Tights (1993)

George, Sherriff of Nottingham [Alan Rickman], Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves (1991) Def. William Wallace [Mel Gibson], Braveheart (1995)

Sir Lancelot [Santiago Cabrera], BBC’s Merlin (2008-2012) Def. Sid [Luke Youngblood], Galavant (2015-2016)

Xenk Yendar [Regé-Jean Page], Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023) Def. Eamon Valda [Abdul Salis], The Wheel of Time (2022-)

Westley [Cary Elwes], The Princess Bride (1987) Def. Forge Fitzwilliam [Hugh Grant], Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023)

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4000 Follower Celebration: Cufflinks -Mitch Ripley x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @spaghettificationandpretzels @mini-bee-bee

Trigger Warnings

Hitting the 'And what if I don't accept it? Will you scream at me? Hit me? Again?' Square on the bingo card.

It’s the wedding that prompts Mitch’s mother to try to insert herself into his life again. He doesn’t know how she hears about it, only that she spends the next couple of days blowing up his phone. He ignores it the same way he has every other time because he doesn’t want his mother to ruin all the good things he has in his life.

It’s a couple of days before the event that she manages to track him down. He’s sitting in the café at the hospital going over the final revision of his speech when she drops down into the seat across from him. His breath catches in his throat, his heart pounding a little harder in his chest. Just being in her presence drags up all of those memories, the ones he’s spent years trying to forget.

“I wanted to give you this, it’s a wedding gift.” She tells, setting down a small box in front of him. He stares down at it frozen, unable to move a single muscle. She scowls then, opening it herself. It’s a pair of cufflinks, the tag from the pawnshop still attached.

It takes him back a couple of decades, to the last time he was in his mother’s custody. He’d been eleven years old when she’d forced him to break into a house in Forest Glen with her, he’d pawned a set of gold cufflinks the next day to pay for food. Only his mom had come back from the store with a couple of bags of meth and box of booze. She’d had a party later that night, got Mitch a little drunk.

“Don’t worry baby.” She had told him as she poured vodka down his throat. “It’ll make it easier.”

It was the first time she sold him to her dealer. He still can’t look at a bottle of vodka without his skin feeling like it wants to crawl right off his bones.

“I don’t want it.” Mitch rasps back in the present, shoving the cufflinks away from him. “I don’t want anything from you.”

“Mitchell.” She chides, pushing them back in his direction. “Take them.”

It’s another echo, a man’s heavy breath in his ear as he’s held down, face pressed so hard into his pillow that he almost suffocates.

Take it like a man.

“What if I don't accept it?” He asks her, his voice a hoarse whisper. “You’ll scream at me? Hit me? Sell me?”

“Why can’t you ever just be grateful?” She snaps at him, gesturing at the cufflinks. “I came here with a gift…”

“Grateful.” He repeats, the word tastes acidic on his tongue. “I’m supposed to be grateful that you sold my virginity to your dealer and his buddies? That it’s taken until my late thirties to actually form a healthy relationship because before that I was incapable. I’m supposed to be grateful for that? I’m supposed to thank you for it?”

His eyes are fucking stinging as he raises to his feet, clasping his tablet to his chest. He knows he’s on the fringes of a panic attack, his chest heaves, his throat constricts. His head  starts spinning as the edges of his vision turn black.

It’s Sean Archer that intervenes, that grasps his arm and guides him towards the sensory room they use for kids who are neurodivergent.  He closes the door, shutting out Mitch’s mom as Mitch drops into a chair, his trembling hands covering his face. He’s so bitterly ashamed right now, it leaves him feeling hollow and vacant as Sean kneels in front of him. There’s a calmness in the other man that he finds grounding, it anchors him in the moment, bringing him back to himself as they work through the breathing exercises together.

In for five, hold for five, out for five.

His hands stop shaking, his nerves began to settle.

“It happened to me too, at Sea Cadets.” Sean says quietly into the space in between them. “It’s why I went off the rails, became an addict. My dad doesn’t know. It was his idea for me to go, a way of following in his footsteps. He didn’t understand when I wanted to quit…”

Mitch understands what he’s not saying. Sean can never tell Dean about what happened to him. It’s always been the crux between the two of them because on some level Sean blamed his father for making him go back to that place week after week. It’s only through therapy that Sean’s learned to let go of all of that, that he’s managed to regain a relationship with his father again.

“I can’t forgive her.” Mitch tells Sean as he looks away. “I can’t have her at the wedding, my past and present colliding like that, I just can’t.”

“You don’t have to.” Sean reassures him, his palm coming to rest on his friend’s shoulder. “Do you want me to call Marley?”

“No.” Mitch says quietly, running his hands through his hair. “She’s on shift and I’m not…”

He trails off and Sean gets it. He’s not ready to talk about what happened to him back then. It had taken Sean a long  time to trust someone else with that information, there had been some triggers when it came to sex, things he’d had to explain to his partner.

“Alright.” Sean says softly before he pulls out his phone and holds it out to Mitch. “Wanna read through my best man speech? Tell me which embarrassing stories I can’t tell.”

“Yea.” Mitch says, the edges of his mouth tipping up into a smile for the first time since this whole ordeal started. “Yea Sean, I do.”

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Nesta x Eris Halloween Fic

Chapter 2 of 6

When the weak October light filtered through the glen, Eris found himself bartering for a horse with Kallias, a horse master. His son, a wide-eyed young lad fed the horses pieces of hay while they agreed upon a price for his fastest steed. His wife, Viviane, was busy in the home; her calling as a midwife was necessary to their small village.

‘Did you know the victims?’

‘We all did. Sleepy Hollow is a small place, Mister Crane.’

Eris nodded in agreement. There wasn’t a soul who didn’t already know about his arrival to the place – or the manner of his visit.

‘I cannot find a common thread amongst the victims. A father and son. An old widow.’

Kallias frowned. ‘Who told you she was old? Briar was comely. Widowed young then dead before the bloom was off of her.’

That could radically alter the motive. Before he could open his mouth, however, gunshots sounded in the distance. A horse galloped towards them, the rider still brandishing his gun into the air.

‘Murder, murder! The Horseman has killed again.’

Without a moment to lose, Eris mounted his newly-bought horse – Gunpowder – and rode out with the villagers into the woods. Branches snagged at his red hair and dark suit. The forest had a way of reaching out its claws for them.

A body lay supine on the floor as though he had been running before the murderer killed him. Eris would not be washed away with talk of a Headless Horseman.

‘Interesting,’ he murmured, peering down at the neck. ‘The removal of the head is usually to prevent identification of the body.’

Cassian, who had ridden out with them, rolled his eyes. ‘But we know who the body belongs to. It is Bron – a manservant of the Van Garrett family.’

‘Precisely,’ Eris replied. ‘So, why remove the head? What purpose does it serve?’

He knelt down, a finger running over the detritus on the forest floor. There was a great hoof print near Bron’s shoulder. He mixed a concoction of water and powder to produce a runny plaster which he poured into the imprint.

‘Say Cassian, you are a blacksmith. Have you ever shoed a horse with a hoof quite so large?’

‘I have not.’

The townsfolk exchanged a worried glance, but Eris refused to give into ghost stories. There would be a logical explanation for it. There always was.

‘The attacker rode Bron down then turned his horse… came back…’ he tracked the horse’s steps. ‘Came back to take the head.’ Eris touched the dry leaves. ‘There is no blood.’

‘An apt conclusion,’ Cassian muttered.

Eris felt himself frowning as he gingerly examined the wound. ‘The wound was cauterized in the very instant as though the blade itself were red hot and yet, no blistering, no scorched flesh.’

‘The devil’s fire,’ one murmured.

The body was returned to the family for burial when no further conclusions could be drawn. Whispers were rife in the village that the Horseman had struck yet again. Out of courtesy to the dead, Eris watched from a short distance away as prayers were said for the man and his coffin was lowered into the ground.

Moving like a spectre across the church yard was Nesta Van Tassel. Her grey gown matched the heavy clouds above their heads.

‘Another murder, Mister Crane,’ she said in greeting.

‘It is ill news,’ he agreed.

‘With no head to be found again.’

‘It is not a ghost, Miss Van Tassel, I can assure you of that.’ He tipped his hat to her before departing back towards her home.

Without the revelry of the previous night, the home had a sombre feel. It was too large a home for such a small family. His steps echoed as he climbed the two flights of stairs to the attic. There, upon the table in his bedroom, was a note.

Bron was not the fourth victim, but the fifth. Five victims. Four graves.

He looked out towards the graveyard where the new mounds of earth marked the graves of Atwell and Tamlin Van Garrett, the Widow Briar, and Bron. His gaze paused upon the hole marked for the widow. Not an old woman, but a young one – a beauty, Kallias had said.

Nesta was approaching the home, her face drawn.

Eris raced down the stairs to meet her in the yard.

‘Are you a woman of strong countenance?’

‘I am.’

‘And do you have a strong stomach?’

A few hours before the dawn struck, Eris and Nesta dug through the pile of earth laid atop the Widow Briar’s coffin. Even in the depleting temperatures, a vile smell hung upon the cadaver. They hauled the body from the grave onto a wagon that Gunpowder pulled towards the doctor’s residence.

‘This is most unusual, Constable,’ the doctor said, blinking sleep from her eyes.

‘We will need to operate, Madja,’ Nesta said, before reaching for the arms to move the body onto the operating table.

Although Eris had little experience with women in any sort of domain, Nesta was quite unlike the ones he had met. She had retched only twice before composing herself. She had not wept or complained, even when mud wedged itself beneath her nails. Nesta was committed to solving the murders, just as he was.

‘I would ask you both to step outside. Such sights are not meant for ladies.’

When Eris was finished examining the body, a crowd had gathered outside the doctor’s office. Nesta remained but she had returned to her home and stood washed and dressed in a new gown. The only hint of their morning spent in the graveyard were the smears of shadow beneath her eyes.

‘I am finished,’ he announced.

‘What in God’s name have you done to her? Magistrate Azriel, you are the word of law here… put him in irons.’

Azriel pursed his lips. ‘And what did you find out, Constable?’

‘That there are not four victims, but five. The Widow Briar was with child.’

‘What of it?’ The doctor asked. ‘She should have been left to make her peace with God and not cut to bits by the Constabulary.’

 It could very easily turn into a mob, he realised. Eris was a stranger to this equally strange town. He held out his hands then noticed the blood on them, so promptly clasped them behind his back. ‘A sword was thrust into the womb – and no farther. A symbolic murder by one who knew she was with child. We are dealing with a madman.’

His dreams that night were plagued by his mother. Eris could no longer pick out memories from dreams. It had been many years without her. Light seeped from the hallway downstairs, suggesting that he was not the only one with a restless sleep.

Opposite an elaborate loom, nestled into a chair by the fire, Nesta was reading by candlelight. She closed her book upon his entry then hastily stowed it into her lap.

‘Oh. Pardon my intrusion. I saw a light.’

‘It is no intrusion,’ Nesta insisted. ‘I come here to read when I am wakeful.’

‘To read books which you must hide?’

‘My brother frowns upon my books. He believes such stories rot the brain and killed my parents. My mother died when I was a child. My father died last midwinter.’

Eris nodded in understanding. ‘I saw it written in the front of the household Bible.’

‘Yes. And the male who supported my younger sister through her grief stands as Lord Van Tassel now.’

He caught the bitterness in her tone even if she tried to hide it from her expression. Her family’s home should have been Nesta’s as the eldest daughter, but a marriage trumped everything else.

‘There was something else too in the Bible. Why did nobody mention that your sister was once betrothed to Tamlin Van Garrett?’

‘They did not walk down the aisle. It is old news, Mister Crane. When we came to Sleepy Hollow as motherless children, the Van Garrett family provided my father with an acre and a broken-down cottage and a dozen hens. My father prospered. He built us this home. I remember those days living poor in the cottage. Should I show you?’

His heart gave an unexpected gallop at the offer. He forced his head into a bow. ‘I would be grateful.’

***

Nesta showed him their old home from her childhood. It was a far cry from the sprawling home they occupied in Sleepy Hollow now. Eris had remained quiet as she ran her fingers over the broken-down walls in contemplation.

When they returned, the dark was sweeping in to the village. It seemed to arrive earlier and earlier each day that Eris lingered. As he moved to draw the curtains, he spotted the figure of Lucien making a somewhat hasty departure from Sleepy Hollow.

Eris cantered down the stairs, as swift as his feet would take him, and apprehended him.

‘What does an innocent man run from?’

‘Damn you, Crane,’ he grumbled.

‘You are one of the men who serves on the night’s watch. Why do you run?’

The man shook his head, dark hair sweeping into his eyes. ‘I put myself in mortal dread of powers against which there is no defence.’

Eris held the reins of Lucien’s horse. ‘What do you speak of?’

‘It was I who left the note for you regarding the widow Briar,’ he said, most severely. His face drained of colour as if he wanted to take back the words.

‘Then I presume you are the father.’

‘I am not,’ he said. ‘I hope your deductions serve you better in your contest with Jurian.’

‘Jurian,’ scoffed Eris. ‘Am I to believe your ghost tale impregnated a woman too?’

‘The damn Horseman did kill her.’

Eris had had enough of the fearmongering of this town. There was no such thing as ghosts.

‘The Horseman? How often do I have to tell you that there is no Horseman! There never was a Horseman – and there never will be a horseman.’

The horse bucked against him, wrenching the reins from his grip. Sheep bleated as they ran towards the edge of their field, pushing themselves against the fence. The wind blew stronger and beneath it… thundering hoofbeats.

‘What have you done?’ Lucien whispered.

There, from the gloom of the forest, came a monstrous horse. Bigger than any that Eris had ever lain his eyes on. Its massive hooves churned up the ground as it galloped towards them. And its rider was without a head.

Lucien gripped the reins and tried to make haste.

Eris could only watch on in horror as the Horseman rode him down. One fell swing of his sword parted the man’s head from his body.

Eris fell upon the ground at the sight of Lucien’s head rolling towards him. No spray of blood came – the wound cauterised instantly. Then the Headless Horseman turned his steed. He galloped forwards, straight in Eris’ direction. He raised his sword then plunged it downwards, impaling the head upon it, before returning back to the forest – back to hell.

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Let's Find Out Together

SUMMARY: After a painful breakup, you turn to Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, your longtime friend, for support. But as he steps in to help you heal, he reveals that he’s been harboring feelings for you all along. What starts as a comforting distraction quickly turns into an intense, unexpected connection that blurs the line between friendship and something more. Now, as the sparks fly, you're left questioning everything you thought you knew about love, friendship, and passion.

A/N: Thank you to the Anon who sent this request in! this was a fun one to write! I hope you enjoy it!

PROMPT: "What do you like?" "I don't know." "Well, then how about we find out together?"

WARNINGS/TAGS: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. (Biting, Marking, Oral Female Receiving)

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The Hard Deck was alive with its usual buzz—boots scuffed against the wooden floors, laughter echoed from the pool table, and the jukebox played a classic rock song that you barely registered. You sat at the bar, staring down into the bottom of your glass like it might hold the answers to every question rattling around in your head.

“Hey,” came a familiar voice from behind you.

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw slid onto the stool beside you, his presence like a balm for your frayed nerves. His aviators hung from the neckline of his shirt, and his easy smile faded the moment he got a good look at your face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his tone softer now, concerned.

You tried to muster a reassuring smile but knew it fell flat. “Nothing. Just… a long day.”

He wasn’t buying it. Bradley had known you long enough to spot when something was bothering you. His brow furrowed as he leaned in closer, his voice low. “Come on. It’s me. What’s going on?”

You hesitated, your fingers tracing the rim of your glass. Then, with a quiet sigh, you admitted, “I broke up with Derek.”

Bradley’s expression flickered—something unreadable passed over his face, a mix of surprise and something else you couldn’t quite place. He took a moment, then asked, “What happened?”

You swallowed, the words feeling heavier than they should. “I caught him cheating on me.”

Bradley’s hand clenched around his beer bottle, his jaw tightening. “That asshole,” he muttered under his breath, then louder, “He can go screw himself.”

You snorted at his bluntness, a small laugh escaping despite yourself. Bradley’s intensity softened as he looked back at you.

“I’m serious,” he said, his tone gentler now. “You deserve better than that. Better than him.”

“Yeah, right,” you replied with a hollow laugh. “Good guys aren’t as common as they used to be.”

Bradley shrugged casually, but his lips twitched into a small smile. “I think I’m a pretty good guy.”

You blinked, caught off guard, then smiled at him. “Yeah, you are. One of the best, actually.”

He leaned forward, his forearms resting on the bar. “Then let me take you on a date.”

You stared at him, momentarily stunned. “Bradley…”

His brown eyes held yours, steady and earnest. “I mean it. Let me take you out.”

“You don’t mean it,” you said, shaking your head, though your pulse quickened at the thought.

“I do,” he countered, his voice unwavering. “I’ve liked you for a while. But you were with Derek, and I wasn’t going to get in the way of that. Now that you’re not…” He trailed off, his gaze softening. “I just want to show you how you should’ve been treated all along.”

Your heart twisted at the sincerity in his voice. For a moment, you couldn’t speak, couldn’t process how Bradley—your steady, dependable Bradley—was suddenly baring his feelings to you like this.

“I don’t know what to say,” you admitted quietly.

“Say yes,” he said simply.

Your lips curved into a small, hesitant smile. 

“Okay,” you said, the word slipping out before you could second-guess yourself.

His face lit up, and he reached out, brushing his fingers lightly against yours where they rested on the bar. The touch was tentative, warm, and for the first time that night, you felt the weight on your chest ease just a little.

“Let me take you home,” he said. “You’ve had enough of this place for one night.”

You nodded, letting him help you off the stool. As he led you toward the door, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was the start of something you’d been too blind to see before.

The drive back to your place was quiet at first, the soft hum of the engine filling the space as you leaned back in your seat, watching the lights of the town blur past. Bradley’s hand rested casually on the gearshift, his fingers drumming lightly against it in time with the song playing low on the radio.

“So,” you said, breaking the silence, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, “is this you taking me home and tucking me in? Or is this you taking me home?”

Beside you, Bradley’s lips twitched into a grin, though he kept his eyes on the road. “Depends,” he said smoothly, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. “What do you want it to be?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“Hey, you’re the one who asked.” His tone was light, teasing, but there was an undercurrent of something more—something that made your stomach flip.

“Just so you know,” you said, folding your arms across your chest in mock indignation, “you’re terrible at tucking people in. I seem to remember you leaving me to sleep on a couch last New Year’s while you stole my blanket.”

Bradley laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “First of all, that blanket was fair game. Second, you’re the one who insisted on watching that terrible rom-com marathon. I was being a good friend by suffering through it.”

You shot him a playful glare. “Suffering? You cried during The Notebook.”

“I did not.”

“You absolutely did.”

He sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “Fine. Maybe I got something in my eye. A guy can be moved by powerful cinema without crying, you know.”

“Sure, Brad,” you said, unable to keep the smile off your face.

The banter continued, easy and familiar, until he pulled up outside your place. He shifted the car into park but didn’t immediately move to unbuckle his seatbelt. Instead, he turned to you, his expression softening as his eyes searched yours.

“Seriously, though,” he said, his voice low, “it’s up to you. I meant what I said back there. I’m not in a rush. I just want to be here for you.”

Your smile faded into something gentler as the weight of his words settled over you. “I know, Bradley. And… I appreciate it.”

For a moment, neither of you moved, the air in the car thick with something unspoken. Then you reached for the door handle, breaking the spell.

“You coming in, or are you going to sleep in the car?” you asked, your tone teasing but your heart pounding.

Bradley grinned, unbuckling his seatbelt. “You know I’m not letting you go in there without company.”

You reached your front door, fishing your keys out of your bag, the cool night air brushing against your skin. Bradley trailed behind you, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his presence. As you tried to slot the key into the lock, your hands trembled—whether from the chill or the way your heart was racing, you weren’t sure.

Before you could get the door open, you felt him. Bradley’s hands slid gently around your waist, his touch tentative at first, as though giving you the chance to pull away. When you didn’t, he pulled you closer, his chest pressing against your back.

“Bradley…” you started, your voice barely above a whisper.

His only response was to lean down, his lips brushing softly against the curve of your neck. The first kiss was light, testing, a feather-soft touch that sent a shiver down your spine. The second lingered longer, his warm breath fanning over your skin as he pressed his mouth to the sensitive spot just below your ear.

“Is this okay?” he murmured, his voice low and husky against your neck.

You closed your eyes, tilting your head slightly to give him better access. “Yeah,” you hummed, the word barely audible.

You swore you felt him smile against your skin before he continued, his kisses growing bolder, more insistent. His lips trailed down the side of your neck, tracing a path toward your shoulder. His hands splayed across your stomach, anchoring you to him as his mouth moved lower.

Every kiss sent a wave of warmth through you, the world outside your little bubble fading away.

“Bradley…” His name slipped from your lips, half a sigh, half a plea, though you weren’t even sure what you were asking for.

He hummed in response, his lips still trailing over your skin. His touch wasn’t rushed or desperate—it was deliberate, reverent, as though he’d been waiting for this moment for longer than he cared to admit.

You turned your head slightly, trying to catch his gaze, but he paused, his lips brushing against your shoulder as he spoke. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said softly.

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you turned fully in his arms, your hands sliding up to rest on his chest. His brown eyes searched yours, and whatever he saw there must have been enough, because his lips were on yours a moment later, warm and sure, pulling you even closer.

Bradley’s lips never left yours as his hands moved down your back, his fingers grazing over the curve of your hips before gripping your thighs. With an effortless motion, he lifted you, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms looping around his neck for support.

Your breath hitched as he adjusted his hold, steady and sure, like he’d done this a hundred times in his mind. The strength in his arms sent a shiver through you, and for a fleeting moment, you wondered how he managed to make it all look so seamless.

Still cradling you securely, Bradley leaned back just enough to reach behind you, pushing your door open with one hand. The kiss never faltered, his lips still moving against yours in a way that made your head spin. The door swung open, and he stepped inside, his boots echoing softly against the hardwood.

With a swift motion, he kicked the door shut behind him, the solid thunk of it closing grounding you in the moment. Then he turned, pressing your back gently against the wall, his body pinning yours in place.

Your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging lightly as his lips traveled down, brushing over your jawline and back to your mouth. The intensity of his kiss deepened as his tongue slipped past your lips, teasing, exploring, drawing a soft moan from your throat that you couldn’t hold back.

Bradley’s hands slid down your sides, his touch leaving trails of heat in its wake. When they settled on your waist, his thumbs stroked slow, deliberate circles against your skin through the thin fabric of your shirt. The way he held you—firm but gentle, steady but utterly consuming—made your pulse race.

Every movement, every touch, felt purposeful, like he was trying to show you with his hands and mouth everything he hadn’t yet said out loud.

“Bradley,” you murmured against his lips, your voice breathless and shaky.

“Hmm?” he hummed, his lips brushing yours as he paused just long enough to look at you, his brown eyes dark and full of something that made your stomach flutter.

You couldn’t form the words, but he didn’t seem to need them. Instead, he dipped his head again, capturing your lips in another searing kiss that left no room for doubt about how he felt—or how much he wanted you.

Bradley pulled back just enough to break the kiss, his lips hovering near yours as his warm breath brushed your skin. His hands still rested on your waist, his fingers pressing lightly into your sides as his eyes searched yours with a mixture of mischief and heat.

“So,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, “do you still want me to just tuck you in?”

The question made your pulse quicken, but instead of faltering, a surge of boldness rose within you. Your fingers tightened in his hair, tugging his head back gently but firmly, exposing the strong line of his throat. His lips parted slightly, and a low groan rumbled in his chest, the sound sending a shiver through you.

You leaned in close, your lips brushing the edge of his jaw as you whispered, “I want you, Bradley.”

His reaction was immediate. His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you closer against him as his eyes darkened with an intensity that made your breath catch. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear that,” he muttered, his voice rough and full of unspoken desire.

Without another word, he shifted you in his arms with ease, his hold on you unwavering as he stepped back from the wall. Your legs tightened instinctively around his waist, your fingers still tangled in his hair as he turned and started down the hallway.

The journey to your bedroom felt electric, every step punctuated by the tension between you. Bradley’s grip on you was sure and steady, his strength making you feel both weightless and completely grounded.

As he reached the door to your room, he paused, glancing at you with a small, almost cocky smirk. “Last chance to back out,” he teased, though his voice held a note of seriousness beneath the playfulness.

Your response was simple: you leaned forward and kissed him, pouring every ounce of your pent-up feelings into it. That was all the answer he needed.

With a quiet chuckle, he carried you over the threshold, his lips finding yours again as he stepped inside and nudged the door closed behind him with his foot.

Bradley walked you over to the bed, his movements careful and deliberate, as though he wanted to savor every second. Gently, he lowered you onto the soft mattress, his hands lingering on your hips for a moment before he leaned over you. The room felt still, save for the quiet rustle of sheets beneath you and the sound of your own uneven breathing.

He braced himself on one arm, his other hand brushing a strand of hair from your face as his lips met yours again. The kiss deepened, slow and unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world. Then his mouth began to travel, leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw and back down to your neck.

Between kisses, his voice came out low and teasing. “What do you like?”

The question caught you off guard, and you froze for a moment, your mind blanking under the weight of it. “I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bradley stilled, his lips hovering just above your collarbone. He pulled back slightly to look at you, his brows furrowing in confusion. For a moment, he seemed to hesitate, as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard you correctly.

“You’ve... you’ve done this before, right?” he asked, his voice tinged with an awkward uncertainty.

A laugh bubbled out of you, breaking the tension. “Yes, I’ve slept with people before,” you said, your tone light and reassuring. “It’s just... all the guys I’ve been with only ever did missionary.”

His expression shifted instantly. First, his eyes widened in disbelief, and for a split second, you thought he might be about to argue. But then his lips curled into a slow, confident smirk, the kind that made your pulse race.

“Missionary,” he repeated, the word almost incredulous. “That’s it?”

You shrugged, a mix of embarrassment and amusement bubbling in your chest.

Bradley leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke, his voice a low, teasing murmur. “Well, then... how about we find out together?”

Before you could respond, his lips captured yours again, and his hands began to explore, sliding over your sides and down to your thighs.

Bradley’s fingers moved to the hem of your shirt, his dark eyes flicking up to meet yours. “Is this okay?” he asked softly, his voice steady but laced with anticipation.

You nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah.”

With deliberate care, he pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it aside, his hands brushing against your skin as he did. The warmth of his touch lingered, sending a shiver down your spine. His gaze didn’t waver as it roamed over you, and the look in his eyes made you feel more seen—and more desired—than you ever had before.

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmured, his voice reverent but with an edge of heat that made your cheeks flush. His hands moved to the waistband of your jeans next, his thumbs hooking into the fabric as he paused to look at you again. “Still okay?”

You nodded again, your voice catching in your throat.

He made quick work of the button and zipper, easing the denim down your legs and leaving you in nothing but your bra and underwear. He straightened, his gaze sweeping over you as you lay back against the pillows.

“God,” he breathed, shaking his head slightly. “You’re so beautiful. No... you’re sexy.”

The compliment hit you like a spark, and for a moment, you wondered why you had never let yourself see Bradley like this before. He wasn’t just your dependable, loyal friend. He was this—sweet, confident, and undeniably attractive.

He knelt back down, his hands gently trailing up your thighs as he leaned in. “You tell me if there’s anything you don’t like,” he reminded you, his voice soft but firm.

“I will,” you whispered, your heart pounding in your chest.

His lips found your neck again, pressing gentle, lingering kisses against your skin. Then you felt his teeth graze your neck—a new sensation, one that sent a jolt through you. Before you could process it, he bit down gently, and you gasped, the sound escaping you unbidden.

You felt his lips curve into a smile against your skin. “You like that?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “Do you want me to do it again? Do you want me to mark you?”

You nodded quickly, your breath hitching. “Yes. I want to be yours.”

The words barely left your lips before he leaned in again, his teeth sinking into your neck just enough to sting, followed by the soothing press of his mouth as he sucked on the tender skin. The sensation was unlike anything you’d felt before—electric, heady, and intimate. When he pulled away, you could feel the heat of his gaze as he admired the dark mark he’d left.

Bradley smirked, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face as he leaned in to kiss you. “Can’t wait to see what you look like with those all over,” he whispered, his tone filled with a promise that made your pulse race.

You couldn’t help but smirk back at him, a boldness blooming in your chest. “Where else do you want to put one?”

His eyes darkened with a mix of mischief and intent, and his smirk widened. Without another word, he lowered his head, his lips trailing along your collarbones before dipping lower, stopping just above your breasts.

He paused for a moment, looking up at you as if to ask for permission. You gave him a small nod, and he bit down again, his mouth working to leave another mark, this time on the skin between your breasts.

The sensation sent another wave of heat coursing through you, and when he pulled back, his expression was pure satisfaction as he admired his work. 

“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice rough.

Bradley's hands slid up your sides, his thumbs grazing the edge of your bra. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, silently asking for permission. When you gave him a slight nod, he reached behind you with practiced ease, unhooking the clasp and gently sliding the straps down your shoulders.

The garment fell away, and for a moment, he just looked at you, his gaze filled with reverence and hunger that made your skin flush.

One of his hands moved to cup your breast, his palm warm against your skin as his fingers squeezed gently, exploring. The sensation was new, different, and surprisingly intoxicating. You couldn’t help the soft sigh that escaped your lips as he leaned down, his breath ghosting over your skin before his lips wrapped around one of your nipples.

The feeling sent a jolt of electricity through you. No one had ever paid much attention to your chest before; past partners had always been more focused elsewhere, making offhand comments about your body that left you feeling unbalanced. But this—Bradley’s touch, his mouth—was deliberate and consuming as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

Then you felt his teeth, a brief, unexpected pressure that made you gasp, your back arching as you unconsciously pushed your chest further into his mouth.

Bradley hummed against you, his lips curving into a smirk as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive skin to soothe it. 

“You like that,” he murmured, not as a question but a quiet declaration.

Your breath hitched, and you nodded, your voice too tangled in the haze of sensation to respond properly.

He didn’t wait for words. He pulled away, his lips leaving a trail of warmth as he shifted to your other breast. His hand replaced his mouth, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers while his lips found their target. This time, he didn’t hesitate, biting down gently but firmly, drawing another involuntary gasp from you.

The sound made something flicker in his eyes—satisfaction, excitement, and a hint of possessiveness. His tongue swept over the spot he’d bitten, his mouth working with a combination of suction and teasing flicks that had your fingers digging into his shoulders.

Bradley pulled back slightly, his breath warm against your skin as he looked up at you. “I love hearing those sounds you make,” he said softly, his voice a rough whisper that sent a shiver through you. His hands slid down to rest on your waist again, grounding you as his lips brushed a gentle kiss against the curve of your breast. “I’ve got so much more I want to show you.”

Bradley’s eyes never left yours as he slowly made his way down your body, his lips brushing over your skin with a slow, deliberate pace. His hands were gentle but firm, guiding you closer to the edge of something new and thrilling. When he finally positioned himself between your legs, his gaze flickered up to meet yours once more.

He smiled, a look of both excitement and admiration in his eyes. “I can’t wait to hear the sounds you make when I do thi,” he said, his voice low and husky. The weight of his words settled heavily between you, making your heart race.

You swallowed, your breath hitching slightly as he traced his fingers along your thighs, his touch light and teasing. His lips followed, pressing a soft kiss to one thigh before moving to the other, a trail of warmth in his wake. Then, with a careful touch, he slid your panties down your legs and tossed them aside, leaving you feeling exposed, but strangely safe in his hands.

He looked at you, his eyes dark with desire, before lowering himself further. The air between you two was thick with anticipation. His hands gently caressed your hips, grounding you as his lips finally reached your center.

The moment his mouth made contact, your body jolted with the sensation, a sharp intake of breath escaping you as you arched into him, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you.

Bradley was slow, methodical, taking his time to explore and bring you closer to the edge. Every touch, every movement was carefully tuned to your reactions. He wasn’t just trying to make you feel good—he wanted to know what made you tick, to learn the rhythm of your body in a way no one else had before.

Bradley’s focus never wavered as he continued his work, taking his time to explore, making sure every movement was deliberate and sure. Each kiss, each touch, each gentle caress sent shivers through your body, and you couldn’t stop the quiet gasps that escaped your lips as you reacted to him.

He shifted slightly, and his movements grew more confident. His lips found that sweet spot, the one that made your breath catch, and when he applied a little more pressure, a moan slipped from you—louder than you’d intended, and unmistakably full of need.

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but then Bradley’s voice, low and full of approval, reached your ears.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his lips curling into a satisfied smile against your skin. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” He repeated the motion, coaxing another breathy moan from you. The sound was so raw, so genuine, it made him groan in return.

You couldn’t hold back anymore, your body arching further into him as the sensations built. “Bradley…” you moaned, almost too loudly, your eyes squeezing shut as a wave of heat coursed through you.

He growled in approval, the sound so deep that it sent a rush of excitement through your veins. “You sound so good, baby. Keep letting me know how you’re feeling.”

Your hands found their way into his hair, fingers threading through it, gripping him closer. The intensity in his gaze grew, and the way he praised you made you feel both empowered and desired in a way you’d never experienced before. You felt your body reacting to him, to his touch, to the way he made you feel so seen, so good.

Every movement he made, every sound you gave him, only fueled the connection between you two. This wasn’t just physical—it was raw, emotional, a dance of vulnerability and trust. And Bradley loved hearing you like this, loved knowing he was the one who could make you feel this way.

Every touch, every flick of his tongue, every deliberate movement made your entire body hum with need. You felt yourself coming undone, the sensations overwhelming as your breath hitched and your body responded to him.

Then, with one final, deliberate motion, Bradley pushed you over the edge. Your back arched as the release washed over you, your body trembling in waves of pleasure. A gasp escaped your lips, followed by a low moan, as the intensity of the moment left you breathless, unable to form words. It was the first time a guy had made you finish just with his mouth and hands, and it left you gasping, completely undone.

Bradley’s lips curled into a satisfied smile as he crawled back up the bed, his hands gently brushing the hair away from your face. His eyes were soft with affection, his gaze intense as he looked down at you, making sure you were okay. 

“You alright?” he asked, his voice hushed, a mix of concern and pride.

You nodded, still panting slightly, the aftermath of the orgasm leaving you weak but content. 

“Yeah,” you breathed, your voice unsteady. “I’m… I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

Bradley chuckled softly, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he leaned down to kiss you gently, a tender contrast to the intensity of the moments before. “I’m glad I could give that to you,” he said, his voice warm and full of sincerity.

You smiled up at him, feeling a mix of vulnerability and comfort, knowing that this moment was something you’d never forget. His presence, the way he made you feel, was unlike anything you’d ever experienced before.

Bradley settled beside you, keeping you close, his hand resting on your waist as he held you. Bradley’s hand gently traced patterns on your skin as he settled next to you, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. 

“So, what do you want to try next?” he asked, his voice low, a mix of curiosity and amusement.

You blinked up at him, feeling a newfound boldness. Without missing a beat, you shot him a playful smirk. “I want to ride you.”

The words hung in the air for a moment before Bradley’s eyes darkened, his breath hitching at the unexpectedness of your response. A grin spread across his face, his hands moving quickly as he pulled you on top of him, your bodies aligning with a hunger that was only growing. 

“Damn, baby,” he groaned, the thought of you in control sending heat shooting through his veins. 

You both shared a laugh, the playful tension still crackling in the air, before the moment turned more serious again. But this time, there was no question—the night was only just beginning.

[major-mads]

Interlude Pt. 3: It's Been a Long, Long Time

John "Bucky" Egan x Ruth Morgan (OFC)

Series Masterlist

A/N: this popped in my head and wouldn't leave me alone...enjoy!😂

Collab: On a Wing and a Prayer by @footprintsinthesxnd

Word Count: 1.3k

October 27, 1943: Stalag Luft III: Sagan, Germany:

The loud droning sound of a siren rang in the crisp morning air as John and his fellow prisoners walked through the barbed-wire gates of Stalag Luft III. He ignored the pain in his body, the squelching of mud beneath his frostbitten feet, and the shouts from the Germans. He had one thing…two things on his mind. 

Ruth. Buck.

POWs lined either side of the barbed wire path, and Bucky’s eyes scanned every soldier for a familiar face, for Ruth’s or Buck's specifically. The gaunt and hollowed men that stared back at him sent shivers down his spine and extinguished the little hope he had.

How long had these men been here?

How long would he be here?

He was broken from his thoughts by shouts and calls for the new arrivals filling the air.

“James!”

“Captain!”

��Jimmy! Jimmy, did Frankie make it?”

Just when he was about to give up his search, he heard it.

“Bucky!”

He knew that New England accent.

“Bucky, over here! Over here!”

John’s eyes flew to his left, and a smile tugged his lips at the sight of Charlie Cruikshank. “Crank!” he yelled, pointing at the pilot.

“You made it!! Crank laughed as he waved his hands in the air.

It was then that the Major finally saw more of his men beside Crank, jumping to catch a glimpse of him over the wall of men, each with a wide grin on their lips. “Murph!” John chuckled. “Glen!”

“Hey! Any of you know if Ruth or Buck made it?”

Before they could respond, a voice on the other side of the path called out to him. “John Egan! Your two o’clock.”

It was a voice he feared he’d never hear again. He turned with breakneck speed towards it and the ever-present weight on John’s chest lightened just barely as his best friend grinned at him through the barbed wire. Wait…he hadn’t smiled like that since… Bucky opened his mouth to speak, but Gale cut him off.

“They’re here, John,” he nodded, bracing against the fence. “They both are.”

Bucky’s heart pounded in his chest as Gale’s words sunk in. Ruth was alive. Ruth was here. It was a surreal moment, almost too good to be true, but somehow it was. A rush of emotions coursed through him, relief washing away the guilt and grief that had gripped him for the past month. His throat became tight as he continued with the group, sparing Buck a slightly teary, but wide smile.

Gale’s grin turned into a smirk when he yelled after him one last time. “And what took you so long?” 

John’s processing was a blur, his mind only thinking of the woman he so desperately wanted to see. To hold in his arms. To tell that he loved her. To kiss her lips. It seemed only a few minutes had passed when he was released from the intake building and into the muddy compound he’d call home for the foreseeable future. The men from the 100th quickly approached him…but Buck wasn’t with them.

“Welcome to the south compound, Bucky!” Crank laughed, throwing his arms around the Major.

John suppressed a groan when his sore muscles were jostled a little too harshly and returned the hug. “Looks like you dodos made a nest for me this time.”

They all broke out into chuckles as they each greeted their friend. His eyes scanned the group in search of Buck, but they didn’t find him. “Where’s Buck?”

“He’s in the center compound,” Murphy sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “We’ve heard rumors of compound switches, though.”

He was alive and that’s what really mattered.

Nodding to himself, John took in their physical conditions, starting with the healing cuts and bruises on each of their faces. Pure elation faded into anxiety when it dawned on him what Ruth had been through since he last saw her. He’d been so excited she was alive that he overlooked the fact that she’d been shot down, captured, interrogated, and shipped to this horrid place…the same as him. Fearful questions ran rampant in his mind:

Was she alright? 

Did the Germans…he couldn’t bear to continue the thought.

His expression became deathly serious, a line forming between his brows. He had to see her. “Ruth. Where…where is she? What compound is she in?”

“Ours. You wanna see her?” Glen asked with a sympathetic smile. They’d all seen the aftermath of the nurses’ supposed deaths, and for the first time in nearly a month, the major’s expression wasn’t tight with grief.

John nodded immediately and followed as fast as he could behind the group. The pain radiating through his entire body was pushed down, drowned out by the anxiety that bubbled up his chest. His mind seemed to play out the worst possible scenarios of her journey to the camp...her condition. A gentle hand on his shoulder broke him from his thoughts, and he looked up at the door to the long wooden building before him.

Charlie nodded at him, his blue eyes holding no malice over the words they’d shared before the Münster mission. “Our room’s the second door on the right.”

“Your room?” Johnny asked, his brows furrowing.

“We thought we owed it to you and Major Cleven, sir," Murph spoke quietly. "To look out for your girls.”

As his gaze drifted once again to the door, John couldn’t will himself forward. His legs wouldn’t move, his feet seemingly stuck in the mud, unable to take a step. The same what-ifs from earlier filled his mind. The uncertainty, the worry, and the past month’s guilt weighed heavily on his shoulders.

Noticing the Major’s hesitation, Frank nodded. “She’s alright, Bucky. Really.”

“Yeah,” Johnny murmured, pursing his lips for a moment. With a deep breath, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, the dim light casting long shadows along the hallway. The air was heavy with the smell of damp wood and something musty he couldn’t quite pinpoint. He reached the second door on the right, the door marked with the number 4 in faded ink, and hesitated once again. 

John’s heart pounded in his ears…she was so close. After thinking he’d never see her again, hear her voice, her laugh, feel the warmth of her skin, it felt like a dream. He raised his hand to knock and the sound echoed through the hallway, the anticipation almost suffocating as he waited for a response.

“Come on in!”

At the sound her her soft voice, a shaky breath escaped his lips and his eyes fluttered shut. The crushing weight of his fears began to lift from his shoulders. All the pain and uncertainty melted away into relief and pure joy…she was real, and she was there. Finally not a figment of his imagination tricking him into believing she was alive.

With trembling hands, he turned the handle and pushed open the door, his heart pounding in his chest as his eyes scanned the room. The walls were lined with three-tiered bunk beds, and a table sat in the middle, but what stole his attention was the mess of blonde to his right. It was slightly longer than he remembered…the usually perfect curls nothing more than waves barely reaching her shoulders. She stood with her back to him as she tidied the room, wiping down the center table with one hand. The other arm hung limply in a sling.

“Anyone interesting come in today?” Ruth asked, keeping her back toward the door while she cleaned.

The words that came to John Egan’s mind refused to pour from his lips, so he stood there speechless, watching her scrub the dirt from the surface, muttering to herself when it wouldn't come off easily. A few seconds passed until she spoke again, finally turning toward the doorway. “If you guys don’t start cleaning up-”

When her gaze landed on his battered and bloody figure in the doorway, color drained from her face and the small towel in her hand dropped to the floor.

“John.”

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