#mad archer fic

[everlarkficquestions]

Hi so I have been looking every where for this fic and just can't find it i this fic Katniss is like nine months pregnant in a moder day au during winter and it's gale's child and peeta lives alone and katniss's car breaks down so she stays with peeta and it's found family and all that stuff. If you can't find it I'm rely thankful that you tryed thanks!

Hi! That sounds like For Unto Us by Xerxia.

[insomnya777]

elaborating because i can and a couple people asked me to and we all know that all i need is a little encouragement to get me going

under the cut because i'm a grade-a yapper and this is going to be LONG. like super long. i've pulled up lyrics and songs and everything. <- your final warning

1. joel as sabrina

so no one really disagreed with me on this one and i don't think anyone will just because of the fact that he references her in his videos but like. i'm still going to talk about it because i want to and this is my blog and You Can't Stop Me!!!!!

if you don't know sabrina carpenter, basically just know that she's charismatic & confident & hilarious & gorgeous. plus like all of her songs are sooo him! they're fun and light and always a hit!!! but also can be scathing if they need to be!!!! her humour especially reminds me of him (as a character) because it's like ironic and self-aware but also flirty and silly but also a little twisted and a little mean. in particular i think that the cocky (not the word that describes it best but it's the only one i can think of) side of herself that she shows during her concerts reminds me a lot of joel with his whole "oh i'm so tall and handsome" bit he's got going on

literally like i don't know what more i can say to this. my dude has multiple of her songs in his playlist, he used espresso in his video, and also one of his tools on hermitcraft is named after a lyric. it's canon guys 🙏

songs that i think are the most him + specific lyrics:

espresso — i can't relate to desperation, my give-a-fucks are on vacation

read your mind — oh, i'll be laughing when you say that you really have changed, finally found your way, 'cuz i'm close to your face

tornado warnings — i deserve an hour in a week to focus on my thoughts, not so obsessed with yours i can't hear myself speak

lonesome — if i fall in love with all my problems, will they leave me too?

things i wish you said — nobody gets my jokes, everyone here thinks i'm fucking rude

bed chem — who's the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent?!

don't smile — don't smile 'cuz it happened, baby, cry because it's over

good graces — baby, you say you really like it, being mine, so let me give you some advice!

2. grian as taylor

okay this one is VERY personal to me. i am so unhealthily attached to him as taylor. you're probably thinking: but, nya, he literally canonically has an alter ego named after ariana grande! and i raise you this point: i simply do not care

all jokes obviously. i can see why people see him as ariana! especially in her new album, i've listened to it a lot, and i definitely can see some songs that remind me of his character - cough, cough, we can't be friends (wait for your love) - but i've got to say that ariana to me has always been scar (or maybe even a bit of jimmy? undecided) but that's a post for another time

now why i see grian as taylor! i have three main reasons for this actually. as an og swiftie and an og grian fan i may be a little bit biased but just. ignore that. thanks

first of all, i think that they're both kind of starting points, if you get what i mean. most hermitcraft/life series fans start with grian, and then eventually branch out to other creators. similarly, a lot of people listen to taylor swift/know her songs the best out of the genre she specializes in/within the audience her content is aimed towards

secondly, they're also both the most popular within their own branch, and i think they're both the type of artists/channels that you can enjoy without really being a Fan of. almost mainstream (? don't know if that's the term that would work for grian but you get my point). like you don't have to be a diehard grian fan to enjoy his videos, you can just decide one day to pick up one of them, watch it, then never think of it again. does that make sense?

third, i think they both have a lot of variety within their content. taylor's music ranges between emotions and styles, just like the videos that grian makes fluctuates in theme. he's on servers like hermitcraft, where we see him interact with other people and show off his building skills and just be silly. then he's in the life series, which is the total opposite, and then he was also in evo, which is also very different, and so on. his characterization also is very different from author to author, which is, of course, to be expected, but i haven't really seen other people in this particular fandom get characterized so differently to this degree. (it's not a bad thing!!!! i love it i think it's actually sooo fun & interesting that we can take this character and morph it into what we want. like most people don't even realize they're doing it you can only really pick up on it if you're looking for it)

songs that i think are the most him + specific lyrics:

castles crumbling — and you don't want to know me, i will just let you down

begin again — thinking all love ever does is break, and burn, and end

22 — happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time

call it what you want — and i know i make the same mistakes every time, bridges burn, i never learn, at least i did one thing right

the archer — 'cuz all of my enemies started out friends, help me hold on to you

don't blame me — for you, i would cross the line, i would waste my time, i would lose my mind

hoax — stood on the cliffside, screaming "give me a reason"

this is me trying — and my words shoot to kill when i'm mad, i have a lot of regrets about that

my tears ricochet — you know i didn't want to have to haunt you, but what a ghostly scene

mad woman — what did you think i'd say to that? does a scorpion sting when fighting back? they strike to kill, and you know i will

the prophecy — please, i've been on my knees, change the prophecy. don't want money, just someone who wants my company

3. jimmy as olivia

i'll be real with you, i have considerably less reasons for why i've chosen this. it relates a lot around his interactions with other characters instead of just him as a character + i've taken a few creative liberties here so. cut me someeee slack!

my main reason for this is that jimmy is just the epitome of teenage girl to me (just like olivia). that's probably a little bit of projection on my side because i, myself, am a teenage girl (which i don't know if many of you know? but yes i am a teenager) and jimmy's probably my favourite which leads to me kind of distorting his character a little. but. i don't know. something about the not being taken seriously, the refusal to give up, the insistence that this time will be different just hits me so hard/is relatable. not to get all serious on you

i will say this, though - while sabrina as joel was about both sabrina carpenter the person (or the person that the world knows) and also her music, i think for olivia as jimmy, it's mainly about the music. but you can also relate her relationships with other people (what we know of them, at least) to jimmy's with scott tango grian whatever. i think they do parallel each other pretty well, but, again, that's another post

i also think that jimmy's a lot more sour, not so much guts. olivia's first album revolves around that idea of heartbreak, jealousy, angst. i think his character usually revolves around themes like that. guts, olivia's second album, to me, is a little different. she's grown as a person, reflecting, and she's a lot more confident, too. it shows in her music. i think that jimmy (especially in the life series) is overall very, very sour coded, but then again, there are many songs on guts that definitely can be related to him too.

songs that i think are the most him + specific lyrics:

love is embarrassing — jesus, what was i even doing? 'cuz now it don't mean a thing, god, love's fucking embarrassing

ballad of a homeschooled girl — each time i step outside, it's social suicide

the grudge — i'm so tough when i'm alone, and i'll make you feel so guilty, and i fantasize about a time you're a little fucking sorry

teenage dream — when are all my excuses of "learning my lesson" gonna start to feel sad?

brutal — all i did was try my best, this the kind of thanks i get?

jealousy, jealousy — their win is not my loss, i know it's true but i can't help getting caught up in it all. comparison is killing me slowly

favourite crime — one heart broke, four hands bloody

1 step forward, 3 steps back — i hate that i give you power over that kind of stuff

THE END!!!!! i hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing this and let me know your thoughts 🫶 always up for some debate!!!

if joel is sabrina carpenter coded (& he is trust) then grian is taylor and jimmy is olivia rodrigo. no i will not be taking criticism but i am fully willing to elaborate

[dixons-sunshine]

A/n: Based on this post by @louifaith. An actual fic for this is in the works, but here’s this in the meantime!

Imagine calling Daryl Dixon your husband for the first time.

It was the apocalypse, meaning that having an official wedding was damn near impossible. The best one could get to a real wedding was wearing your least ruined clothes and having someone like Gabriel officiate it. However, Daryl didn’t want a big affair, so nothing ever happened—you were simply known as Daryl’s partner, and that was alright by you. Whatever made him comfortable, you were happy with.

However, when Carol started calling Ezekiel her husband, even though they never made it “official” official, due to Carol not wanting to make it a big deal, it started to change your mind about things. You and Daryl had been together for a long time. How would he react to you calling him your husband? Would he freak out? Would he correct you? Would he be mad? You didn’t know, and you thought you’d find out.

It was a random night when you let it slip. It was one of those rare occasions when there wasn’t any runs to go on, there wasn’t anybody to save, and you could just enjoy a quiet night with the man you loved. You had whipped up something quick and may or may not have swiped a bottle of wine from the pantry, and you and Daryl had just been having a playful argument over a glass of the delicious liquid when you called him your husband.

“Ya ain’t gon’ win this one, Sweetheart,” he had told you, smiling over the glass of wine he was taking a sip from. “Jus’ agree with me. It’ll be easier than arguin’.”

You had playfully rolled your eyes and shook your head. “Yeah, yeah. Happy husband, happy life, right?”

Daryl had stopped, looked at you, scoffed and took another sip from his wine in an attempt to hide his smile. “Pretty sure that ain’t how the sayin’ goes.”

He didn’t freak out. He didn’t overreact. He didn’t correct you. You took that as an amazing sign. You smiled at him and shrugged. “No? I’m pretty sure I’m right.”

You continued calling him your husband after that, and Daryl didn’t correct you. That’s how people started referring to Daryl as your husband, and you his wife. And if Daryl found you a ring a couple of weeks after that and nonchalantly slipped it onto your finger one night while cuddling, it definitely wasn’t supposed to be a big thing.

“Thought we might as well make it official,” Daryl replied nonchalantly with a shrug.

And if you found Daryl a ring as well, he wouldn’t be against wearing it. Just don’t make a big deal out of it, or the archer would be a blushing mess.

[hard-core-super-star]

make you mine this season [K.Bishop]

pairing: kate bishop x barton!reader

summary: a badly timed snowstorm leaves you unable to make it to the barton farm for christmas. thankfully, a certain archer shows up to keep you company.

warnings: none, i think? just really cheesy, holiday rom-com type of fluff [i say this as if i've watched any holiday rom-com besides happiest season and the holiday 😶]; kate's a dork [wow, what a shock]; idiots in love; past mentions of bishova; bad jokes?; snowstorm; cheesy gifts bc kate can't talk about her feelings

wordcount: 1.5k

a/n: HI, EVERYONE, I'M ALIVE! and it wouldn't be a rubix fic if it WASN'T posted a little late 😅 i hope you all had a fantastic holiday season and that you'll accept this very cheesy Christmas fic <3 [and maybe that last line is very self-indulgent but that's none of your business, if you know you know]

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You’re no stranger to loneliness but things were bordering on ridiculous. Not only have you spent the past two years ridiculously in love with a certain purple-loving archer, you’re also on the verge of spending Christmas by yourself thanks to the worst-timed snowstorm of all time.

And maybe the first part of your unfortunate situation is your fault but that doesn’t stop the waves of disappointment from crashing into you.

This year was supposed to be different. 

That’s what you had told yourself in an effort to convince yourself to tell the young archer about your feelings for her. It was a strategy that almost worked…until a certain blonde decided to accept Kate’s offer for drinks…which turned into a date…which turned into a second date…which turned into the longest four months of your life.

You could never be one to be mad at someone else’s happiness but that didn’t stop you from feeling absolutely defeated every time you saw them together. There was no one to blame except you for the brunette’s lack of knowledge about your feelings and that only made everything worse.

It was impossible to ignore the ache in your chest when your eyes met Kate’s or the heavy jealousy that clouded most of your interactions with her. Maybe if you had been less into your head about the whole thing, you would have realized the way the archer’s smile never seemed to reach her eyes. 

Eyes that followed you every time you walked away.

You never noticed the traces of darkness that clung to her usually radiant persona but you were the first person at her side when the break up happened. She offered little to no details besides an awkward joke about the relationship ending almost exactly where it started right at the Rockefeller tree.

It was messed up in a way that made Kate want to make as many jokes about it as possible which resulted in you laughing at things that definitely weren’t funny and were just sad. Not as sad as spending the holidays completely alone and hopelessly in love with your best friend, though.

You were sure the archer was already well on her way to your dad’s farm which leaves you completely unprepared when the door to your apartment swings open to reveal her. She almost drops the key in her hand the second she realizes you’re home.

“What’re you doing here?” You question, doing your best to pretend you don’t see the gift bags she tries to hide behind her back.

You can practically see the wheels turning in her head before she’s finally able to respond. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here? Why aren’t you at Clint’s?”

It’s hard not to laugh at the incredulous look on her face. No matter how many times you see it, it’s still as endearing as the first time. Back when she was just your dad’s protege and you hadn’t spent so many of your days learning the ins and outs of her complicated personality.

“Did the incoming snowstorm happen to slip your mind?”

“No, I just thought you’d want to go anyway,” she replies with a small shrug. 

“I’d rather not crash, Lila will never let me hear the end of it.”

Your words make her tilt her head to the side, the slightest hint of a pout on her face. “So…what, you’re just going to spend Christmas alone?”

“Yup. Kate, I’m not a kid anymore, nothing will happen if I spend one day by myself.”

“But it’s Christmas!” She exclaims, looking borderline offended that you’re so comfortable spending the holiday alone. 

“Is that why you’re breaking into my apartment?” You ask in a foolish attempt to stop yourself from asking her to spend the day with you. 

Just because she thought about you long enough to come drop off her, no doubt ridiculously expensive, gifts for you does not mean she wants to spend the holiday with you when she could easily spend it with anyone else.

The pink hue that overtakes her cheeks is a better gift than anything that could be inside the bags in her hand. “Well, uh…maybe…”  

She finally gathers enough courage to get rid of the distance between you with a bright, albeit nervous, smile on her face. You half-expect her to launch into some long ramble about why she just couldn’t stop herself from buying an insane amount of gifts for you this year but she doesn’t. 

For once in her life, Kate Bishop makes things easy for herself.

“I didn’t think I was going to make it to the farm on time so I was just going to drop these off for you…” She holds out the bag for you and you do your best to calm the rapid beating of your heart as you take it.

“Can I open it right now or will you get embarrassed?” 

“Both,” she replies through a chuckle. “I would leave but I don’t want you to be lonely.”

“Right, because I’m the one who gets lonely.”

“Shut up.”

It’s both a blessing and a curse to have broken through the archer’s defenses and right now, her cute reactions are beginning to feel like a curse. Although, that might just be your unrequited feelings talking.

A slightly awkward silence settles over both of you while you rifle through the overwhelming amount of purple tissue paper until you find your gift. You’re expecting another expensive necklace, maybe a bracelet this time, but what you’re met with is the most thoughtful gift you’ve ever received…and probably the most thoughtful gift Kate has ever given.

What you end up pulling out of the bag is a leather journal with a beautiful engraving of yours and Kate’s initials. “Kate…is this-”

“Yeah, I, um…I couldn’t find a photo album that I liked so I sort of…made my own.”

You can’t stop yourself from flipping through the first couple of pages, caught somewhere between the euphoria of being given something so beautiful and the disappointment that comes with knowing it all only serves to fuel your love for the archer. 

Love you can’t express the way you want to.

Love that’s hidden between the pages of the journal you hold in your hands. 

You don’t notice and Kate isn’t really in a hurry to watch you read the series of rambles that make up her overdue confession so she lets the moment fade like she always has. It’s not like you can blame her for wanting to move on to something else, her lack of focus isn’t necessarily a secret, and you let yourself get carried away by her jokes and her stubborn need to make mac and cheese for you.

The archer manages to cook without setting your kitchen on fire and the two of you settle on your couch to watch the first cheesy Christmas movie you find. In all honesty…the movie is awful but the corny jokes make Kate laugh so you can’t find it in yourself to be too grumpy about the shitty writing.

Until the scene in front of you reminds you of the archer and her ex. You’re unable to hold back the jealousy-tinted snarkiness said reminder brings out of you. “I think Yelena watched this movie and then decided to be a dick just like the main character.”

Kate instantly turns toward you, staring at you with wide eyes that barely hide her amusement. “What?”

“What?” You feign confusion to avoid having to repeat yourself.

“You know what,” she replies with an eyeroll. “If I’m the one who got broken up with, why are you the one that’s still upset?”

“Because- wait, why are you not upset?”

Your uno-reverse of a response leaves Kate speechless for a few seconds and you prepare yourself for the series of jokes that will no doubt leave her mouth next. 

But Kate’s never been predictable.

“Because…she didn’t break my heart. She didn’t even own it in the first place.”

Her words spark the low flames of hope hidden in the depths of your heart. It feels impossible and if you were a believer, you might even say Santa’s on your side, helping to give you the one thing you’ve wished for more nights than you can count.

And yet you hesitate.

“What are you trying to say?” You ask, your voice so soft it borders on cautious.

“That I’m an idiot,” she replies with that same bright smile that made you fall for her so long ago. “And…I’d really like to kiss you.”

The world seems to slow down to a complete stop at that moment. 

You almost don’t even know what to do with yourself. Thankfully, you manage to kick yourself into action before the moment passes.

Kate’s awkwardness seems to disappear into thin air as she leans in toward you, meeting you halfway for the softest, sweetest, kiss you’ve ever had. And maybe nothing about it is perfect but it’s you and her and that’s all that matters for now.

[xoxochb]

luke castellan master list *ೃ༄

🎧 - would’ve, could’ve, should’ve, this is me trying, the prophecy, the archer, the alchemy, delicate, white horse, anti-hero, tolerate it, my tears ricochet

blurbs ✧˖°

freedom felt like summer then, on the coast

I ain’t gotta tell him, I think he knows 💌

I’ve been the archer, I’ve been the prey

this life is sweeter than fiction

I’m so furious at you for making me feel this way

scared of my guitar

a light that never goes out

hey stephen!!

multitasking 💌

tangled in love, stuck by you 💌

take me to the lakes 💌

scarlet (it was maroon) 💌

so it goes 💌 ꣑ৎ

about anything 💌

rough smut blurb 💌 ꣑ৎ

smut blurb ꣑ৎ

fics ✧˖°

promises, oceans deep, but never to keep 💌

where’s the trophy? he just comes running over to me

now pretty baby I’m running back home to you

you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars 💌

a girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do!! 💌

wait 'til you see half the things that haven't happened yet

sweet peace 💌

in between 💌

psycho killer 💌

misc (hcs + series + thinking abt) ✧˖°

my reputations never been worse so you must like me for me

this mad, mad love makes you come rushing

dress series (m. list)

untitled

untitled blurb

cinnamon girl

here comes the sun

pretty in pink

multiverse theory 💌

which jelly cat they would get you 💌

types of kissing

pet names

[class-of-classic-blog]

MY HEADCANON FOR PARENTS NAMES:

Snow White: Bianca White ( Bianca means "white" and Whites are probably one of the most obsessed families with their story, every single Snow White had a name with meaning relative to the fairy tails,)

Evil Queen: Eris Queen (I can't remember did I read a fic where she was called Eris but I think that the name of the goddess of discord really suits her)

Sleeping Beauty: Rosalin Beauty (pretty standard name)

Cinderella: Ophelia Ella ( a sweet name for a sweet girl)

Red Riding Hood: Scarlett Hood (one more standard name)

Big Bad Wolf: Aiden Wolf (close friends call him Andy :) )

Dark Fairy: Darcy Thorn ( oh the irony of being the dark fairy with dark name and yet cover yourself in light)

Candy Witch: Cinnamon Witch (I also didn't come up with this name myself. I saw someone use it for her a really long time ago but I can't remember who. If the person who came up with this name sees this, you deserve a reward, the name is perfect. But I hc that she goes by her nickname: Candy. Why? Because it's such a cute nickname)

Pinocchio: Oak Wood (I think that every family name has something to do with trees or wood. Oak sounds like a perfect name for someone sweet, young and cheerful and later as an adult calm and wise)

Goldilocks: Dolly Locks ( I just think that its a cute name and she kinda remind me of Dolly)

Huntsman: Archer Huntsman (Okay, so, Huntsmans are bad at naming their kids, like REALLY BAD. Hunter we are counting on you to break that cycle)

King Charming: Dashing Charming (I read one fanfic were he is named Dashing and i think that name suits him, i myself couldn't come up with the more fitting name)

Queen Charming: Grace Charming (I also read that one in a fanfic and i think it fits her, somehow whenever i think of Charmings Dashing and Grace are the first name that come to my mind)

Rapunzel: Cressida O'Hair (I first just like the name but then i found out the Cressida means "golden" so it goes well with Rapunzel story)

Pied Piper: Devin Piper ( It means "bard" or "poet", the perfect name for a musician. Also, Piper is really a cool name, too bad it is already his last name)

Mad Hatter: Maddox Hatter (I just like silly names for Wonderlandians, especially Mad Hatter)

Queen of Hearts: Victoria Hearts ( okeey, it's not a very Wonderlandian name but neither is Elizabeth and Vicy is a cute nikename)

Cheshire Cat: Lorelai Cheshire (I didn't want to go for the obvious one Chatrine, like, I get it, she's a cat, She literally named her daughter Kitty, or maybe Katrine Kitty for short, BUT THEN I REMEMBER THAT TOLERAI EXISTED which is literally the same name just different first latter and I already gotten attached to Lorelai, so, umm if you all could just do me the favour and pretend that these are TOTALLY different names I would be very thankful)

Alice Wonderland: Amilia Wonderland ( Also would her last name be Wonderland or Liddell? Bonus cute nickname Amy)

White Rabbit: Castor Blanc ( At first i just liked the name but don't you think that "dutiful" is a perfect for White Rabbit)

White Swan: Elenor Swan ( It means "shining light" and to be honest with that destiny she's going to need some light in her life)

Black Swan: Callisto VonBart (What would be the last name of The Black Swan? VonBart?BlackSwan? I put VonBart because I found an OC of Odille on Pinterest and her last name was VonBart. I don't know)

Frog Prince: Hanry Croakington ( i reafuse to belive that he named his son after himself. Nuh-uh. He named Hopper after his father or maybe his grandfather)

Robin Hood: Wren Hood ( Listen, Listen, maybe they just have a thing with the birds?)

Maid Marian: Pandora Charming ( I don't think that there is a destiny stricly for Maid Marian. I think thats just a princess from Charming family or from nobel family, that's why i gave her last name Chaming. Last name changed after the wedding)

Beauty: Primrose Beauty ( Ah, Beauties and their roses)

Beast: Damian Beast (like it)

Fairy Godmother: Beatrice Goodfairy ("blessed one" mmm... too bad you can't bless yourself)

Jack Beanstalk: Jasper Beanstalk (nice)

Snow Queen: Isolde Winter (perfect for ice queen)

Snow King: Nikolai Winter (took his wife's last name, couldn't think of his own that's not arleady taken)

BONUS: PRINCES CHARMING

The Good King: David Charming (i think that only the main Charming follow that logic with names where all siblings have names with the same first latter)

Cinderella's prince Charming: Louis Charming (he's a nice boy)

Snow White's prince Charming: Cassian Charming (I just like it)

Sleeping Beauty's prince Charing: Liam Charming (don't ask)

[crepesuzette2023]

hello, I was wondering if you have any fics you like where Paul is the one pining?

Thank you so much for this question, and sorry to have taken so long to reply. I hope you still find these useful!

The lovely thing about J/P fic is that both John and Paul excel at pining. Scholarly tomes should be filled with arguments about who does it better. (Is Mutual Pining really the ultimate, or can something be said about the solo work of either man surpassing their 'collaboration'?)

As per your ask, it's Paul turn in these recs. I've decided to include fics in which they are in a relationship, of sorts, but where there's an element of Paul feeling that John is out of reach, or that Paul doesn't have enough of John — there's a distance to be bridged (but how?).

Early Days: Before the Fete

I've Just Seen a Face (sleepprettydarling): Five times Paul sees John before the Woolton Fete, one time he doesn't. G-rated, but the longing is *everywhere*.

Early Days

Two of us (burning matches) (@scurator). John corrupts/awakens Paul.

Above us only sky (candle_beck). "Paul is tired of being so good."

The first year (candle_beck). "They didn't get along, Stuart and Paul."

Lifting Latches/Sending Postcards (thinkpink20). Swapping clothes and becoming lovers...slowly. You can feel Paul's heartbeat when you read this.

On Menlove Avenue (thinkpink20). One of my favorite summaries ever: "It's a dark, dark night in Woolton."

Hamburg Era (roughly)

Mistletoe (thinkpink20). Paul observes John at Christmas, and finally takes action.

Like Love, the Archers are Blind (@dailyhowl). "He can’t ever be truly mad at him. Because his frustration melts like sugar on his tongue when he thinks about them sat across from each with their guitars and a notebook between them. Thinks about riding on the bus together with greasy packets of chips, stalking through record stores and strolling by the docks. How familiar and comfortable it feels to be together. What they have is too golden, too warm to ever stray from. And now he’s drowning in it." Come onnnn

Sinful (thinkpink20). "He tells himself it's just the grime around him, dirtying up his mind."

Beginning Fame

the touch of the velvet hand (downtothelastdrop). “Well then,” Paul countered, “you’ve not felt what I can do.”

I'm Telling You (aceonthebass). Paul pitches a 'soft' love song to John.

wouldn't it be nice? (@pauls1967moustache). John marries Cyn. What about John&Paul?

Geodesic Dome Era

open heart (@revollver). Vampire AU. Paul needs John—in more than one way.

Way up Top (@boshemians). The Beatles in Greece. "Underwater Paul snakes his arm around John’s wrist and presses their chests together, struggling for something."

1968

Days Like This (@eveepe). "His mouth was strangely dry, and he could feel his heartbeat pulsing in the scar on his lip."

Bad luck to talk (7intheevening). Paul is yearning for what he and John used to have—without being quite aware of his feelings. (Subconscious pining?)

Lost (@ohjohnnysblog). Paul needs a reminder of his and John's happier past. He goes to see Astrid...

Wings Era

Red Lights, Green Lights, Strawberry Wine (@savageandwise). Paul is with Linda and Denny, but waiting for John to call him back again...(Linda POV).

Later Days

Nude (@ohjohnnysblog). Paul buys nude pictures in a gallery and thinks of John.

Modern Love (caesdoublesteps). For a lighter touch: Paul negotiates with Yoko to give him Self Portrait, the movie about John's semi-erection. Yoko has a counter-offer.

AU

Sleeping Sand, Morning Moon (@dailyhowl). Playwright Paul grieves a dear friend and the end of a relationship. He escapes to a Scottish village and falls in love with resident eccentric John—but his heart is not ready. (It will be.)

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Hi there, Lulu here.

I do have a real name but I prefer to go by Lulu on here and Ao3 so please use that.

I go by she/he/they. Call me what you want I don't mind. It changes day by day for me in the real world, but my friends and family don't know that.

I'm pansexual but again only a few people know that.

I'm in my 30's but have the maturity of a teenager unless I'm in parent mode when I have to pretend to be a grown-up (It does not last long!).

I am a huge huge huge Harry Potter fan (Fuck JK, she's a dick!) My house is full of so many HP-related items. In fact, I think every room has something in it, thank the gods my husband is also a massive nerd.

In case you can't tell I am Neurospicy. I am in the middle of getting diagnosed with ADHD and by that I mean I am procrastinating actually starting the process.

Now where was I?

Oh, yeah I like so much stuff I can't think what else to put here but yeah Harry Potter, mainly Marauders era but I love anything really.

My fav ships are Wolfstar (I've loved them since I was a young thing and didn't even know it was a thing." Jegulus (My new love.) Dramione (Lord have mercy) Drary (Lord I need more mercy) Pandalily (Meep!) Dorlene (Squeek!) I like Marylily as well but not as much, but I love them when I read them.

My asks are open and you can send me whatever you want, no hate please no one needs that in their life and Tumblr is my happy place don't spoil it.

Things that make me happy

You guys. Honesty it's Tumblr, I've only just really found this and all you amazing people who like my silly stories that I've only been writing regularly since December 23 when I found you all. My husband and son make me happy and so do my dogs and cats. I love watching storms and autumn. I read a lot, I crochet, I knit, I write. I am a huge fan of chocolate. If you give me chocolate I will be your friend.

Music

Bowie. Nuff said.

But yeah I like a lot of different stuff, it depends on my mood as to what I listen to. I drive my husband mad because I like songs by lots of people but I can't remember what they're called or who they're by.

Books

My all-time favourite book will always be Prisoner of Azkaban. It is my happy place.

My house is full and I mean full of books. I don't actually know how many I have but last time I estimated I had 300 in my bedroom alone. (There are piles of books in every room 😬)

ACOTAR!!!

Shows/movies

Harry Potter, The Martain, The Princess Bride, Labyrinth, Hunger games, Twilight (Don't judge me they got me through a dark time.), How to train your Dragon, Disney anything, plus others there are so many and I'm bored of listing.

Good Omens, Schitts Creek, Parks and Rec, Bake off, Handmaids tale, It's always sunny, community, Harbin hotel, archer, vampire diaries. Plus more but yeah typing.

Okay I think I'm done but who knows I might add more if I remember.

Love you all

Lulu

xxx

My Ao3 List

These are my fanfics on my ao3

Bitten M- Remus, Sirius and James head to the forest for a fun full moon. Everything is going great until one of them has an accident. (This was the very first fanfic I wrote. It's okay.) Wolfstar. Complete.

The Prisoner T- Sirius Black has been wrongly imprisoned for 12 years. He's bided his time but now its time to escape and right the wrongs of the past.

The Prisoner of Azkaban as told by Sirius Black, filling in the gaps starting with his escape from Azkaban. Wolfstar. Complete.

The Cupboard E- Hiding from Filch and awaiting rescue things get a bit close in the cupboard between Remus and Sirius. Wolfstar smut one shot. Complete.

Birthday E(I think, I'm not good at telling) Sirius finds Remus alone in their dorm room instead of enjoying the party downstairs. Wolfstar. Complete.

The One That Got Away E- James agrees to throw a party at his house. Sirius asks to bring his little brother, how could that possibly affect James at all? Based on the micro fic series I wrote in January. Jegulus. Backcould Wolfstar. Complete.

Jegulus Prompt Series All the prompts I've written on here in one place.

Wolfstar Prompt Series All the prompts I've written on here in one place.

The Way They Were T - While Harry is clearning out Grimmauld Place he discovers that Wolfstar were a thing.

Love Hate and the Ability to Change M - Sirius is taking Remus to the hosital wing on the full moon and Regulus catches them kisses. After some rather nasty words Regulus tells Sirius something about himself.

The Way They Are M - Part two of The Way They Were. Harry and Draco spend more time together and Draco finds another box for Harry, this time from Remus.

[hwadam-stories]

₊ ˚ ⊹ #HWADAMSTORIES 𓂃 ࣪ ˖ .ᐟ

a writing blog for anything and everything related to the elixir of the sun manhwa, originally written by Soldam and illustrated by Song Yi, a historical romance story about fate, destiny and an eternal love. 3/7/24.

sign the petition to get this manwha animated!

🌺 INTRODUCTION

first and foremost, this blog is a sideblog to my roleplay blogs IMPERIALSIYO and JEUNGHWA you'll receive a follow back from those blogs upon following this one.

my name is moe (she / her) twenty-four. black and cherokee-indian, thank you for coming by and checking out my blog. I highly encouraged coming into my inbox and interacting with me (messages, requests, etc) because I genuinely love that stuff with my whole heart.

due to the nature of my blog and the manhwa itself, minors and ageless blogs are prohibited from interacting with me and will receive an immediate block. this blog and it's contents caters only to an adult audience. Please refer to this post to know more

🌺 REQUESTS / GUIDELINES

I do not consent to my work being translated, plagiarized or reposted anywhere else.

Sharing is caring! Likes do nothing for my fics other than serving a bookmark for you, so please consider reblogging my fics to share with others so more people can read and enjoy them!

While my inbox is open to requests (both anonymously and non) I do reserve the right to decline any submissions that either breaks my rules or makes me uncomfortable.

That being said, I love crossover content of any kind and absolutely encourage more than just reader x character fics! I'm in many fandoms like Wandavision, Castlevania, Inuyasha, Disney, Jujutsu Kaisen, American Dad, Archer, Hazbin Hotel etc.

POINTS OF VIEW: male, female, deaf, blind, black (African-American), etc.

WHAT I WON'T WRITE: non-con, pedophilia, beastiality, gross / weird kinks, illegal age gaps, etc.

WHAT I WILL WRITE: fluff, smut, familial dynamics, romance, violence, blood, death, alternate universes, alternate scenes, legal age gaps, Headcanons, oneshots, yandere, etc.

🌺 CHARACTER LIST (see images here)

[ganak village]: Rangbi, Jahan, Saran, Yul

[hwadam kingdom]: Emperor Dhan, Bayan, Chief Secretary Juhyul, Chief General Ga-Yerang, Suyeon

[concubines]: Sama Hyeon, Han Bia, Ye Tae Im, Karan

characters from other fandoms

🌺 ABOUT THE MANHWA (read it here)

Bayan is an outcast amongst the Siyo, a people who have healing powers. Considered worthless because she doesn’t have the ability to heal others, Bayan is sent to the court of Dhan, the Great Sun Emperor, who is cursed with unrelenting bloodlust and slaughters his concubines mercilessly. It seems that Bayan’s fate is sealed the moment she reaches the emperor’s palace and Dhan is fated to suffer from madness forever... But together, Bayan and Dhan just might be able to change each other’s destiny.

Elixir Of The Sun is a historical romance about our main characters Dhan and Bayan overcoming fate and finding love in one another through trials and tribulations. The Manwha is adapted from the light novel "Lord Of The Sun" written by Soldam and does contain dark, sensitive and explicitly adult scenes where as the manhwa is careful to tone it down for a mature audience.

🌺 TRIGGER WARNINGS!

Should you choose to read Elixir Of The Sun, please keep in mind that:

- sexual violence is part of its story in terms of information (no scene is ever depicted but there is a close call regarding the main character in chapters 9 & 10)

- depictions of self inflicted injuries (the main character has healing blood and has to stab herself multiple times throughout the story)

- a failed un-aliving attempt in chapters 41 & 42. The main character was sleepwalking.

- In Chapters 110 - 115 there is a extreme depiction of excessive blood and violence but no gore is present.

Thankfully, the story doesn't force its plot to have these things as the main point, it merely uses these plot devices to reinforce and focus on the romance and subtle fantasy plot surrounding the bond of Bayan and Dhan.

[mi-i-zori]

Writing Resources - Masterlist

This masterlist will host the links to the posts and threads I've saved as writing resources. None of them are mine - all the credits go to the amazing people who made them.

Characters

Author, Narrator, Protagonist, Hero... Who is What ?

Creating Black Characters With Intent

Describe Your Main Character Sheet

Emotionally Reserved Characters

Flaws to Give to Your Characters

How to Introduce Your Character In 3 Steps

How to Show Emotions (They have a whole series for this, please go check it out !)

How to Write a Character Who's in Pain

How to Write Trauma With Humanity

Open Letter from a Poc for People Who Are Writing Characters of Colour

Questions for Crafting Problematic Characters

Tips : Nail Your Character's Mannerisms and Speech Pattern Down

Top-Tier Villain Motivations

What Will Your Character Do If...

Fantasy

Fantasy Guide to Education

Make and Interesting Wedding Dress in Your Fantasy Setting

Reasons Why Can't Your Characters Use Magic To Fix Everything

Some Locations and Structures to Include in Your Forest

What No One Tells You About Writing Fantasy

Good to Know

A quick Guide to Animal Symbolism

An Introduction to Small World Theory

Differences Between UK and USA Military Dog Tags

How Boat Pronouns Work

Medical Facts that are Commonly Overlooked

Medieval Dyes

Playing Music With a Bow! (The Archery Kind)

Realistic Travel Time

Roles on a Pirate Ship

Slater's Impromptu List of Military Reference Material

Sick/Poisoning Fics

Stop Doing This in Injury Fics !

Symbolism in Writing

The Anatomy of Passing Out : When, Why and How to Write It

The Anatomy of Punching a Character in the Face

The Symbolism of Flowers

Ultimate List of Weapons and Arsenal for Fantasy Setting: Purpose and Who Uses Them

What's the Deal With Archers and Animal Companions ?

Horror

Creepy Things to Add to Settings

Horror and Comedy : 90/10 rule

How to Write Creepy Stories

How To Scare Your Readers

Most Common Character Flaws in Horror Fiction

"Never Were" and "Used to Be" Monsters

People Get Eldritch Madness Wrong

Romance

When the Romantic Tension is High

Tips

If You're Starving in a Post-Apocalyptic Fic

How to Make Your Writing Less Stiff

Pep-Talk - You Are Allowed to Be Proud of What You Write + List of YT Channels and Amazon Links for Writing

Resources About Survival in the Wild

Skip Google for Research

Some Writing Advice

The Neurodivergent Writer’s Guide to Fun and Productivity

Write Smarter, Not Harder

Writing Tip : Research

Vocabulary

Aesthetic Words to Fill Up Your Vocabulary

Bilingual Characters - German Edition

CoD - Spanish for Ale and Rudy Fics

Colours in Descriptions

IRL Operator Phrases/Terms - USA Edition

Gemstone Colors

German Pet Names

List of Wikipedia Articles - British and American Words and Differences

Scottish Phrases and Words for Soap MacTavish (or Scottish Characters in general)

Soft-Feeling Latin Words and Phrases

On Using Words that Indicate Sounds and Tones for Dialogues

Words to Use Instead of "Running"

Words to Use Instead of "Sighed" and "Frowned"

Writing Russian-Speaking Characters

Voices

A Guide to Write a Mancunian Accent

Growled, Roared, Snarled, Etc... A Brief Description

Writing Character Accents in Fiction

Worldbuilding

A Website That Walks You Through Creating a Believable Society

List of unique and imaginative types of government that can add depth to your fantasy world

Random Linguistic Worldbuilding

Other

Backup Your Tumblr Blog

Disable Recall for Microsoft's Copilot+ PCs

How to Find a Post on Tumblr

Protect Your Stories on AO3

Show Me a 10ft Paywall, I'll Show You a 12ft Ladder

Mii's Blog Recommendations

@deception-united - I love the resources this person shares ! They have a masterpost that lists their useful posts, but they also complete some of these posts as answers to asks and reblog a lot of other resources.

@leisureflame - This blog has a lot of resources, advice and prompts ! The author also offers to help with other people's struggles too, which is immensely wholesome in itself.

@writers-potion - This blog has tons of amazing posts to help writers with their research. I keep coming back to it, and highly recommend checking it out ! Here are this person's extremely useful Masterpost (1) and Masterpost (2).

[marisol-000]

The Sandbox Scientists ch. 3

Sooooo I may have been off about how long this would take, in my defense this is only my second multi-chapter fic! My solution to this is to stop guessing when things will be done so you get ch. 4 when you get it <3

Something I realized when double checking the opening scene is that I accidentally made it very unclear which Henry is narrating XD, I’ve decided to leave it that way

Big chapter this time! I thought about splitting it up but that's lame so you get what you get <3 Happy Thanksgiving!

(a03)

Henry was over the moon.

The adults liked science!!!

The adults like science the way they liked science!!!!!

They weren't mad or grossed out at all! Like the other grown ups and kids were when he talked about it.

The “Lodgers” as they called themselves had shown him and the other him all sorts of cool stuff! Like a GIANT octopus, and a metal man with glowing eyes, the biggest telescope he’d ever seen in his life, and even mice that were invisible!

There were so many labs here that were used for all sorts of things he didn’t understand yet!

Mr. Sinnet even let them hold his flamethrower!!

Not even his mother liked when he showed her his ‘science projects’. But these guys! They let him put his hands in the dirt and pick up a plant that moved!

Other Henry touched some slime that didn’t stick if he was fast enough!

And one of the lodgers gave them candy!

Whatever this place was was the best place EVER! He hoped Momma would let them come back sometime.

Archer, their new friend, leaned next to them while they tried the big lollipops someone named Doodle gave them.

“So, what kinda science is you two’s favorite? Neuroscience? Engineering? Cryptobiology?”

No one ever asked Henry what kind of science he liked! He also didn’t know what those words meant but he couldn’t wait to find out!

“Potions! I like to make potions with stuff I find outside! Oh and monsters! When I grow up I’m gonna be a monster doctor so I can help monsters when they get sick!”

Other him jumped in at this. “Yeah! I’m gonna make potions that bring people back to life, like Frankenstein!”

Someone nearby gasped. A hushed mutter ran through the crowd at this. Lodgers who had started to drift away and chat with their neighbors were suddenly pulled back into the boys’ conversation.

Archer straightened, and had an odd spark in his eyes.

“Sooooo, you like Frankenstein then?”

They nodded, “Mm hm! He’s the coolest scientist ever! I wanna be just like him!”

The whispers grew louder, with people giggling and nudging each other.

“You don’t say? Then I bet it’d be <em>really</em> cool if I were to tell you about a certain someone who’s in town.” Archer mused.

Henry paused in trying to bite his lollipop, “Who?”

Surely they couldn’t mean…

“Oh no one special,” he said, someone snickered behind them, “It’s just that we just so <em>happen</em> to have a certain… mad scientist in our attic right now.”

The boys froze where they were. For a moment Archer got a little worried.

“FRANKENSTEIN?!?!?!??!?!??!”

Frankenstein was having a quiet day.

She’d had her fair share of that in life, living in the wilderness, distancing herself from society. Hell, even before everything she had isolated herself from the world, driven everyone away lest the small minds find out about her incredible experiments.

Which was fine, she didn't need anyone else. So what if the lodgers had barely stopped by to talk to her all day? It didn’t bother her at all! It wasn’t like she took the slightest indication that she was being ignored with anything less than the <em>utmost</em> grace and dignity.

She huffed into her book and pretended not to be eyeing the door instead of it’s pages. Glaring as though hating it personally. As if her lovelies were just on the other side waiting to see her and this stubborn door was the problem.

Creature, the stone wall, was as content as ever with the silence. Enjoying a book of his own in the corner, likely philosophy or something.

Although constant companions and wholly comfortable talking to each other, the two had worn out their conversation topics years ago. Either agreeing on certain things or tired of arguing in circles on others.

There were days when they'd debate for hours about something she was <em>clearly</em> right about and days where they pretended the other didn’t exist.

Lately he often mocked her about her ‘adoring fans’.

Judged her for how greedily she drank up the attention like a surgical sponge. Languishing in the first shreds of approval she’d had in decades.

Well, he hadn't actually said any of that, but he was thinking it! She knew he was!

She could just feel his disapproval in how easily she was letting herself get attached as if it were her own…

Bah! What does he know?

She hears them before she sees them, WAY before she sees them. The gaggle of lodgers charging up the steps with almost as much enthusiasm as they did on her first day awake.

The woman straightened immediately, practically tossing her book aside and giving her full attention to the door.

Finally, Frankenstein’s day was resuscitated as a crowd of almost every lodger in the building burst into her room. All chattering and shifting and even waving at her like her prison of a bed was a grand stage or operating theatre.

They kept a respectable distance considering how small the room was with so many people in it. And she preened under their attention, ignoring creatures sigh at his reading being interrupted.

“Frankenstein! Frankenstein!” everyone called out excitedly. Eagerly talking over each other.

Everyone was smiling and leaning around each other to get a better view of her. All their words blending together. 

A hearty laugh bubbled out of Frankenstein’s chest. They were so energetic and curious, smart and idealistic. They were perfect scientist material!

She wanted to put them all in her pocket and take them with her on her travels, tell them stories, show them the world.

Oh, how she resented that idiotic Doctor Jekyll for keeping them in a box. The way he had them eating out of his perfectly manicured hand, thanking him for their gilded cage.

Well it was about time they bit that hand!

Couldn't they see how the world was not in their books and manuscripts, it was out there!

Frankenstein held her gloved hands up to quiet the noise, taking a big breath for what was sure to be a rallying speech that would finally convince the so-called lodgers to fight for their freedom.

“Frankenstein! We have some special guests who want to meet you!”

She was cut off by a few of the lodgers. Fighting their way through the crowd, they were ushering someone to the front, entirely hidden behind the energetic scientists.

Frankenstein blinked in surprise as there, pushed out of the huddle as though in offering, were two…children.

She froze.

A cold wind rushed through her, instantly snuffing out the spark she’d held seconds ago. Cutting through her coat to her core.

The two boys in front of her were distinctive in appearance, it nagged at her, distantly. But all she could see was William.

“These are our newest recruits! Henderson and what was it? Benry? Yeah Benry.”

There was no way anyone named these unfortunate children that, unless London had gotten weird while she was gone, but the two seemed too entranced with her creature to correct them.

The boys weren't even looking at her like everyone else was, eyes instead on the homunculi like he was some celebrity they got backstage tickets to see.

“We found them snooping ‘round our labs!” “Cripes they were hard to catch.” “These two are gonna be fine scientists someday!”

The creature that had killed her youngest brother.

She understood why he did it.

She understood it was her fault.

It was her fault. For making a monster with such strength, just to see if she could. It was her fault for abandoning it, leading to the resentment and hatred for all like her. All Frankensteins.

It was her fault he was dead.

No! It was the price one paid for Science, she was wrong to have attachments then and she would not let herself get attached to these kids now. Not when it meant people got hurt. Not when - aannnnnnd Creature was letting them climb on him like monkey bars.

To her shock Creature was holding perfectly still, staring in utter befuddlement at the small things crawling on him like bugs.

As hesitant as he looked, he wasn’t stopping them. Merely watching.

It was… odd.

This had never happened to him before. Fully grown adults who were hardened from life and trained to deal with criminals turned tail at the mere sight of him, yet here were two children, gazing up at him with round eyes like he was Santa Claus.

“WOW, you’re Frankenstein's monster?!”

“Did you kill Frankenstein?”

“Are you gonna kill someone else?”

“How did Frankenstein make you?”

“Can we be friends?”

“Do you wanna play doctor with us? Mr.Tanis gave me a scalpel!”

One of the lodgers yelped, “What!? I most certainly did not!”

The way they were looking at him…

The lodgers looked at him the same way. At first he had taken it with suspicion, as he did all things. Assuming that their looks were of scientific curiosity, and that they were imagining all the ways they could dissect him. Take him apart and find out how he ticked, just like Moraue longed to.

But now, it was obvious, they were looking at him with childlike wonder.

Creature stared mutely as the lodgers wrestled the knife from the boy with brown hair, not quite understanding it yet.

The blond’s hair tickled as it brushed against his shoulder, though he did not react to it. The two children were being surprisingly careful where they placed their hands, taking care to not pull on any of his seams.

Creature watched as the little one slipped off, landing back first on his lap with an “oof”. The fall wasn't tall enough to knock the breath out of him though, so he seemed fine.

Creature lifted him up, holding the boy in one palm. He giggled in response.

One of the lodgers whose name he didn’t know called out to the boys.

“Hey! Didn’t you want ‘ta meet Frankenstein?”

The man was standing by the bed, gesturing to his creator with a smile.

The two boys gasped and scrambled to her.

The woman seemed almost startled to have her name called, snapping out of her trance.

Frankenstein shook the clashing thoughts out of her head. The two children at her bedside were staring at her, opening and closing their mouths like they couldn’t grasp what question to ask first.

She looked at the one with brown hair. She had snorted instinctively when he pulled an actual scalpel out of nowhere. A fine scientist indeed.

The blonde one had eyes like she’d never seen before. Perhaps he was some sort of creature? Or a descendant of one at least. No humans eyes produced light like that for no reason.

They looked at her like she hung the stars, like she held the secret to life itself. Which she did of course. 

No wonder these boys had snuck into the society just to see her! Why, who wouldn’t want to see the infamous Dr. Frankenstein!

And what's more, these precious children were untainted by Dr. Henry’s lies! The false ideas of what a mad scientist should be, reliant on his wealth and equipment.

Victoria had always seen herself as Job, a man who had everything taken from him, everything he loved and everyone who loved him, only to be rewarded for his faith.

She’d always seen the advancement of science as her reward for carrying out her experiments, a higher plane of understanding, the closest a human could come to godhood. But… hadn’t Job’s been everything he’d lost twofold?

Maybe, when she and Creature left London, they wouldn’t have to leave alone.

[I was struck by LIGHTNING when writing this sentence. All of the sudden a whole new plotline was open to me. One where Henry stays with the society and Edward is offered the chance to leave with Frankenstein to the _ forests.

It reminds me of gravity falls when the twins argue over Dipper taking Ford’s internship.]

Frankenstein puffed up her chest and launched into a story.

When Lanyon returned he waltzed through the kitchen door, swinging it open dramatically.

“Rachel, I'm back! I told the tailor Edward lost their bags on the trip here, so they need a new wardrobe.” he crowed, only to see an empty kitchen.

Hm, not in here. He wandered out again, peeking down random hallways.

He hadn't really told them that. As soon as he’d handed off the note and the words “childrens clothes” were out of his mouth Lady Beatrice and Lady Kimberleigh had practically mobbed him. Gushing and asking if he and Everly had finally had luck with a baby. He nearly had to beat the women off with a clothing hanger!

He shuddered at the thought of what rumors would come of this.

Regardless, the outfits were ordered and they could pick up a set in the morning.

“Rachel! Henry! Where in the blazes are you?”

“Robert!!”

He paused in the middle of the hall. That was Rachel. But he’d never heard her shout like that. She sounded almost scared, Rachel never sounded scared! Not even when Hyde disappeared after the fire.

He turned around and was surprised to see her running up to him with wide eyes, her hair a mess like she'd been running her hands through it. Her eyes red and puffy.

“Robert I’ve been looking everywhere and I <em>can’t</em> find them I can’t I've looked everywhere please tell me you know where they are.” she gasped, skidding to a stop.

His eyes widened, heartbeat picking up, “Know where- what?! Rachel you were the one who claimed <em>I</em> couldn't handle them, don’t tell me you’ve lost them already!”

The day manager tried to catch her breath, swiping a lock out of her eye.

“I was-! I took my eyes off them for just a minute! I left them to get changed while I made some sandwiches and I told- I told them to come to the kitchen after but they didn't and I went back for them but they- Robert they weren't there and I’ve <em>looked</em> everywhere oh what if they’ve left the building? Robert I <em>can’t</em> lose him again! I can’t!” she cried.

Lanyon had <em>never</em> seen her like this, she was always so sure and confident, it honestly made him nervous.

She reached out to him for a hug and he flinched back like her arms were livewires.

“Er, Well!! They can’t have gone too far! I’m sure they're just hiding or something. Kids do that, I think. Surely there's some nook or cranny you haven't checked yet!” He was stone stiff oh god where was Jekyll when you needed him, he can't comfort this poor girl!

Rachel just shook her head, curls flying, “No no I checked my room, Henry’s office, I checked all the labs and rooms and bathrooms I can’t think of anywhere else <em>to</em> look!”

“Well, they’ve gotta be here, can't the lodgers whip up some sort of, I don’t know, finding device?” He peered down the hall, hoping to flag down the nearest one and get them to deal with this. Unfortunately it seemed like he was on his own for this one.

“I don’t think that's how it works Lanyon, besides it’d take far too long, what if they're hurt?”

“Well they should at least <em>try</em>.” He huffed, “It wouldn't hurt to have more people looking either. Where are the lodgers anyway?” Now that he thought of it he hadn’t seen anyone besides Rachel since walking in.

Rachel sniffed, rubbing her face and breathing more evenly.

“Oh yeah, they were all running around earlier, some sort of emergency.

I think Griffin finally turned invisible and they lost him or something.”

She looked around, just noticing how empty the halls were.

“Uh, that was a while ago actually. They should have found him by now.”

Lanyon shifted uncomfortably. First Henry and Edward, now the whole society? Whatever was going on couldn’t be good.

In fact, it was almost suspicious how everyone had gone missing at the same time while he was gone…

“Wait. Oh god, What if the lodgers have them? The lodgers hate Henry! What if they took him away? What if they’re experimenting on him right now to find out why he’s small?!” Lanyon yelped.

Rachel frowned at him, “The lodgers do not hate Henry.”

“Oh yeah? What about the exhibition they’re all refusing to take part in? You’ve heard what they're saying about him, that he’s somehow corrupt and ‘rotten’ just because he hasn't gone off the deep end and killed anyone using science or something!”

“They're just going through a bit of a rebellious phase right now.” she defended, “And besides, even if they did, they love Hyde, they drink and play games all the time! They wouldn't hurt him.”

“That's worse!” Lanyon cried. He resisted the urge to run his hands through his styled hair, “Hyde’s planning on killing Jekyll for his will! What if the lodgers are in on it? What if they know he inherits the society? Now would be the perfect time to do it, they probably took him off to Queen Frankenstein while he’s small and defenseless!”

“Edward is <em>not</em> plotting to kill Jekyll!” Rachel shouted, “Would you give that a rest already! As for Franken..stein…”

The two looked at each other with wide eyes and bolted for the stairs.

“And that's when the beast pounced! I dropped my torch and rolled out of the way, I heard it crash into the brush behind me and took the chance to make a break for it. I ran all night, struggling to see my way in the dark and knowing it had no such human limitations. 

Miles away from civilization I knew my only chance was to somehow find Creature in the snowy woods before the beast found me.”

The lodgers gasped quietly and whispered to each other, sitting criss-crossed on the floor.

Both children were sat on Frankenstein’s lap, enraptured by her tale. They looked up at her with wide eyes, hanging on her every word.

“At one point I stumbled my way into a clearing, the…vollmond shining down on me. It was close behind, I could hear the thing snapping branches like twigs. I knew the only way was forward and started running. I could barely breathe, my legs felt like lead, with every step I took it only got closer, bounding after me on all six legs. It’s wide maw-”

The door slammed open with a bang. Everyone jumped, some people screaming in surprise.

Everyone whirled around.

At the door were two figures, hidden by the shaded doorframe.

Frankenstein huffed, more annoyed than anything. 

“Really doctor, this is the second time you've interrupted my tales for your insipid formula…Oh, the other one.”

The doctor coming toward her was not Jekyll, as she assumed, but Lanyon. The purple man was trudging through the crowd on the floor, stepping on hands and nearly tripping over people in his haste.

She crossed her arms, huffing, “Really, you and your-”

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!”

As soon as he was in range Robert snatched Henry off her lap. Earning a startled yelp from the boy.

Frankenstein jolted, confused. She hadn't seen this man much and while he was never the most agreeable person, she'd never seen him so furious.

She sputtered as he held the boy to his chest the way mothers did when she and Creature walked by. If she were in a better mood she’d get a kick out of the gentleman fearing her more than her creation.

“What in the world do you think you're doing? Grabbing this boy like you own him when I was <em>clearly</em>-!”

“What are you doing to him? Huh? Putting ideas in his head, trying to make him mad like you!” he accused, holding the boy tight while he squirmed uncomfortably.

“I bet you people are trying to brainwash him! Get him involved in unnatural things and mad scientist nonsense!”

Rachel, who was much shorter than the doctor and was caught behind the now-standing crowd of lodgers, tried to call out to him. “Er, Robert! I don’t think-” 

“Hey! What's your problem?” “We’re having storytime here!” “You're in the way!” “Leave him alone!” “Frankenstein ain’t done nothing wrong!”

Lanyon turned on the crowd with a snarl.

“Nothing wrong? Are you people crazy? She hit him!!”

Everyone gasped at the wild accusation. Of course they were on her side! Nevermind that Henry was just trying to help her when she hit him! Nevermind that she didn’t even have the grace to apologize!

One of the lodgers he did recognize, Helsby, immediately jumped to the quacks' defense.

“How <em>dare</em> you say that about Frankenstein! You rich pricks are all the same! Slandering good people's names when it suits you!”

“Frankenstein would never do that!”

“Yeah! We’ve been here the whole time and she never hurt him at all!”

Frankenstein herself looked unbelievably offended, her face a likely unhealthy shade of red for someone her age. “Dr. Robert I’m aware you disapprove of my presence here but I have NO intentions of hurting any child.” she spat coldly.

“Oh yeah? Even if that child is Jekyll?” He challenged.

“I- what on earth are you talking about you simpleton, that's not doctor Jekyll thats…”

Frankenstein looked at the boy squirming in his arms, <em>really</em> looked at him.

The smaller boy was still on the bed with her, pulling on the brunette in Robert’s arms. The brunette reached back, holding onto the other, looking at him with red eyes… he had a rather hooked nose…

The lodgers took up her rebuttal with vigor.

“What? Lanyon, did you hit your head man?”

“Yeah obviously that's Benry!”

Robert stared incredulously at the room full of scientists and doctors. Jaw hanging wide.

“<em>Are you telling me not a single one of you realized they're Jekyll and Hyde?!</em>”

Every person in the room stopped still.

“<em>WHAT???</em>”

“What did <em>Jekyll</em> do to get on Ito’s bad side?”

“Wait, you guys didn’t know that?”

“You did??? Why didn’t you say anything?!”

“I thought we all knew and just weren't talking about it!”

“WHY WOULD WE DO THAT?!”

“Oh, I thought they were Jekyll and Hyde's secret love children.”

“<em>What?!</em>”

“What, you think one of them's a girl? And besides, Hyde's only worked here the past two years, these guys are older than that!”

“So? Are you saying Hyde didn't exist before then or what? You think Hyde spontaneously came into existence two years ago? Huh?”

“Are YOU saying only girls can give birth? Some gals are guys!”

“Sure but Hyde??”

“He <em>is</em> rather short for a man his age.”

“Actually I was thinking Jekyll, he seems kinda feminine doesn't he?”

“Maybe Hyde knocked Jekyll up and recently found out about them! And he stayed to be a good father!”

“Pfft! Hyde? A good father? Now you're talking crazy.”

“I bet <em>that's</em> why Jekyll’s kept him around so long! He's the father of their children!”

Lanyon felt anger and disbelief rush through his whole body. He worked his mouth trying to say whatever was on his mind that wasn’t straight cussing.

“I - I - NEITHER OF THEM ARE WOMEN AND THESE AREN'T THEIR SECRET LOVE CHILDREN WOULD YOU LOT SHUT IT ALREADY”

Robert held a hand to his temples, his face screwed into a scowl.

“We suspect they were testing some sort of potion and something went wrong, turning them both into children.”

“Both of them drank it?” “What kind of potion?” “Wait but why don’t they remember us?” “Are they stuck like this?”

“Stuck like what?”

He stiffened. For a moment he’d entirely forgotten he was still holding Henry in his arms.

The boy was looking up at him, wide red eyes searching his face for something.

“Are-are we, we didn’t…?”

Suddenly Lanyon realized they had been hiding it. He and Rachel hadn’t mentioned who they were, why they knew them, or the real reason they couldn't go home. Hell they had even left the kitchen earlier to talk out of earshot.

They hadn’t meant to keep it from them. Honestly hiding it hadn't crossed their minds, but, neither did telling them. 

It felt wrong somehow. Like they weren't planning on having them around long enough to have the need to explain it to them. 

The boys hadn't asked why they knew them, too young to really distrust them. They just assumed all adults knew everything.

Before he had to answer and make everything worse, Rachel cut in. Now free of the jostling crowd and finally making it to Frankenstein’s bedside.

“Er, so, you remember when we found you, and we knew your names?” she asked.

The boys nod slowly, quietly looking at her.

“Well, nobody told us your names, we know them because, well I guess you told us.

We’re friends. We have been for a while, but, you two are supposed to be adults. Like us. Your names are Edward Hyde and Dr. Henry Jekyll. And you work here at the society, like we do.”

Henry tightened his hands on Robert's sleeve, face unreadable.

Edward gaped at the woman, still standing on the bed.

“But- but we’re not, we didn't drink any potions. We were at home!”

“I know, I know this doesn’t make any sense, I’m sorry for that. But, this isn’t so bad is it? We can take care of you! We’re gonna find a way to fix this. Right?”

She glanced at Robert, who was tight-lipped and looking at his friend with a distracted look in his eyes.

“Uh, right.”

“That-That’s ridiculous!!”

Right. Frankenstein was still there.

Robert slowly composed himself, the smugness he felt in realizing the woman had been speechless that whole time fueling his salty soul.

As mad as she had looked earlier, it was a cold sort of anger. This? This sputtering rage was fuming.

“This boy cannot be Dr. Henry! He is a scientist! That blasted doctor is nothing but a-a-a shameful fake and a stain on the name of science itself! Henry Jekyll is a disgrace of an alchemist and false idol of respectability and hollowness!

I detest that horrible man!” She gestured to the boy in Robert's arms, “How dare you make the wild claim that he is…that…”

Her eyes widened as she saw the expression on said boy's face.

Everyone in the room stared in horror as both kids BURST into tears.

“What is <em>wrong</em> with you??”

Rachel grabbed Henry from Robert. Who was holding the sobbing boy as far away from himself as he possibly could. Then snatched Edward up under her other arm. Storming from the room in a hurry.

She could hear Lanyon and Frankenstein start shouting behind her, quickly joined by everyone else. 

Rachel kicked the door shut behind them and sprinted all the way to Jekyll’s office.

When they got there she had to put the boys down to open the door. 

They had stopped crying by now but were eerily silent. Both looking down at their feet.

“Don’t listen to Frankenstein, both of you. That old hag's hated Dr. Jay since she got here for no reason at all! She isn’t even a real doctor!” she huffed.

Her voice hammered through the silence in a way that almost made her regret speaking at all. But the boys didn’t so much as flinch.

Creasing her eyebrows in worry, Rachel led them to the side room she knew Jekyll usually slept in instead of his own house. She's not sure exactly how old they are right now but they were definitely young enough to need a nap after all that.

As the boys walked past her she snatched Edward up into a hug and <em>squeezed</em>.

He startled, kicking his legs around. “Hey! Stop doing that!”

“Goodness sakes you two! Do you have any idea how worried I was when you ran off? I have half a mind to lecture you for leaving like that! But…”  now wasn’t a good time to scold them, “ I’ll let it slide if you chickadees lay down without a fuss.” she promised, nodding to the bedroom.

Henry looked around the room, there wasn’t much to see. More red curtains blocking out the light, a single bed pushed up against the wall, and a rather large wardrobe. Like the office, there were a lot of books, either on shelves or just the floor. There were many frames on the walls but it was too dark to make out many details.

They didn’t have shoes to remove so Rachel set Edward down on the bed, Henry hopping up next to him.

Sniffing, the two nuzzled into the pillows quietly as Rachel tucked the blankets in around them. 

Rachel is leaning against the doorway between Jekyll’s office and room when she hears the doorknob rattle.

She startles a bit, instinctively reaching for the kitchen knife in her pocket. <em>I swear to god if that wretch hobbled all the way here just to-</em>

The office door swings open to reveal Lanyon.

He blinks when he sees her, but doesn’t look too surprised. Mostly he just looks tired.

Behind him was Ito, who followed him into the room silently. She nodded at Rachel in acknowledgement, who nodded back.

Rachel peeked into the room, still asleep.

She pushed off the doorframe and with a final glance back, gently closed the door.

Lanyon sighed, stopping at Jekyll’s desk.“I talked to the lodgers, they're not to tell anyone outside of the society about this. Ms. Ito has volunteered to take a look at whatever potion they drank.”

Ito, who had been drawn by the shouting, had been given a rundown by the other lodgers. And, unamused at the grown adults all talking over each other, waited politely til Lanyon was done to offer her services.

“Dr.Jekyll taught me everything I know, if anyone can figure out what went wrong it would be me.” she stated.

“Alright, we think this is the potion they took.” Robert grabbed the glass container lying on the desk to hand to Ito, “It was the only one out of place when we came in, though neither of us actually saw them drink it.”

She nodded, taking the glass and holding it to the light.

There was very little liquid left. It looked to be a dull brown at first but when she tilted in one way and the other there was an oily red and green residue around the edges.

She sniffed at the potion, the smell alone almost made her gag. An unholy mix of so much salt she could smell it and residual fumes that made her head spin. Frankly she's surprised the two men managed to swallow this at all. Though with the things she’s seen Hyde eat maybe she shouldn’t be.

Ito sighed, “This just doesn’t make any sense, Dr. Jekyll would have measured out exact amounts, and certainly taken it one at a time if they were testing something new. Unless it had a delayed reaction.”

“What if it wasn’t something new?” Rachel suggested, “What if they did this a lot and were more casual with it?”

“Maybe, but what would they be so casual with? Do they take the same medication?”

“Mm, not that I know of. Maybe not medicine then? I know Edward drinks random potions sometimes for the hell of it.” she laughed quietly, “One time he vomited some sort of green goo in my sink and ran all the way to Jekyll's office.”

“Not to mention we practically have to force Henry to take medicine when he <em>is</em> sick.” Robert offered. The only thing he knew of Jekyll self-medicating with was wine, and it didn't typically de-age people by almost thirty years.

Ito poked around the desk in silence. She knew Dr. Jekyll was usually a dedicated note-taker, but again, if this was something he did often there would be no reason to.

Frustratingly, the habit of putting ingredients away after herself that the doctor tried so hard to drill into her was working against them now.

Usually it meant that volatile materials weren't lying around waiting to be knocked over and cause messes, or even small explosions. But in this case it meant she had no idea what ingredients were used in this experiment.

Dammit. She sighed and turned to Rachel and Lanyon.

“Alright, so basically I have no clue what this was originally supposed to do, much less how it went wrong, much less how to reverse it. 

I can take a closer look at this with some equipment but this isn’t a lot to work with.”

The two looked at her in shock, like she’d grown another head.

Robert bit his lip, tiredness quickly replaced with nervous energy.

“Can’t you just, give them a potion that makes them older?” he asked.

Ito made a face. “I…don’t think that would be a good idea. If we forced them to grow up they still wouldn't have any of their old memories, they'd just be adult-shaped children. And that's <em>if</em> something like that would work and not mix negatively with whatever they've taken. For all we know this could be a temporary side effect, and changing anything would mess everything up.”

“So they just, won’t remember us? Everything we’ve done together, everything we’ve talked about, all the time we spent together is just gone?” Rachel cried, “There's nothing we can do to get them back?”

Robert clenched his fists on the desk.

Ito sighed, “I know this isn’t what you want to hear but I think the best thing to do is just try to wait this out.”

She refused to say something so terrible out loud, but there might not be a solution to this.

Lanyon’s expression is blank with shock, then twists into anger.

“Well are we just supposed to wait forever?! Wait for them to grow up naturally? What about our friends? Our- our-!”

Ito clenched her jaw, “They’re my friends too.” she snapped.

“Look, there’s not much I can do with the information we have, Dr. Lanyon.

Even if I knew what went wrong and how to reverse this we'd need a ton of body parts. One of the most basic rules of alchemy is that mass can't be made or destroyed and I’m not even sure where it went when they shrank!” she said, throwing her hands up.

The neo alchemist took what remained of the potion and walked out of the room, leaving the two leaning over the desk in despair.

“I'll keep working on it but please, don’t get your hopes up.”

She closed the office door behind her to give them some privacy.

[slutouttanowhere]

Pairing: Damian Priest x Zharria Starr (oc)

Warnings: maybe JD being a jerk but what else is new?

Word count: 3k

Chapter 1

A/n: okay so it’s been months since I’ve undated this fic, that’s my bad, that’s on me. However! We’re back, and I couldn’t have chosen a better time to update a fic based off The Judgement Day huh? Anywho, I hope you moots enjoy, reblog, and follow me for more. ✨

Chapter 2

Zharria Starr sat on the sofa in The Judgement Day’s club house, she flipped through her manga quietly waiting. “So are you just gonna ignore me the whole time?” JD spoke from the opposite end of the sofa, he had been sitting there the whole time, watching Finn, and Damian’s match. Dominic is with Rhea doing god knows what, that left him with Zharria, and they weren't exactly on good terms.

She slowly lifted her eyes from the Death Note manga to look over at one of her new team mates, an annoyed expression on her face, and a gleam in her coco eyes. “And how many of my matches have you cost me?” There might have been more than a few occasions where JD was sent to do Rhea’s dirty work, and on more than a few occasions did he get mouthy with her. To say that he was her least favorite is an understatement.

He rolled his eyes, “You haven't gotten over that yet?” He asked, he knew adding another girl to the group would be a bad idea, but Damian thought ‘she was just so cute.’ Truth be told Damian wouldn't have even mentioned her to Rhea if JD hadn’t pointed her out to Damian in the first place. He meant it as a joke, but The Archer took JD seriously, for once. Zharria just decided to go back to ignoring him like she’s been doing for the past fifteen minutes, but then he mumbled, “Anime is dumb.”

“Your head is dumb.” She said loud enough for him to hear, her eyes still sweeping the pages of the manga, and that was the last strike for him. He pops up from his seat, frustration written across his face, but this didn’t move Zharria. His childish antics made her bored, admittedly it was hard to ignore, but it brought her more satisfaction when she did not acknowledge him.

“That doesn't even make sense!” He shouts at her, to which she shrugs her shoulders, still not sparing him a glance.

“Your head doesn’t make sense.” She said nonchalantly, it wasn’t until JD snatched the book out of her hands, and tossed it behind him that she stood from her seat. The two of them began to bicker, throwing insults at each other, and shouting over one another. They didn't notice Damian and Finn when they came walking through the doors; Rhea and Dominick not far behind.

“Looks like the kids are getting along.” Rhea grinned, but Damian didn’t find this funny, all he told JD to do is just sit with her. He rolled his eyes. It was his idea to even have another girl in the group, although once he found it was Zharria Starr, Damian couldn’t turn it down. Slowly his lips turn upward into a grin, he couldn’t help but think how cute she looks when she’s mad. From what he knows, she isn’t a vocal person, but would rather let her work speak for itself. The way her face was scrunching into a disgusted facial expression made her look more like a pouty baby than anything.

“Aye aye! todo el mundo se calló, you’re giving me a migraine.” Damian steps between Zharria and JD, wrapping his long arm around her shoulder, and pulling her in closely. Rhea looks over at Dominick, a knowing grin on their lips, Finn playfully elbows Rhea causing her to chuckle. It didn’t take long for Zharria to warm up to Damian in particular; Rhea knew of her last relationship with Austin Theory, which is a far cry from Damian. “Dude, what are you doing? Arguing with a girl, and our new team member at that. All you had to do was sit here, you didn’t have to talk.” Damian’s tone agitated as he talked through clenched teeth.

“She’s rude!” He pointed at Zharria who stood beside Damian, her arms across her chest, and a pouty look on her face. JD’s eyes shot daggers at her, “you need to learn some respect!” He was frustrated, Zharria felt his anger was misplaced, but she didn’t bother to interject his rant. “I cannot even believe you let her in the group just because you had a stupid crush on her.” JD blurts out, he throws his arms up in disbelief, he appears to be proud of his insult. Damian is usually the one making JD the butt of his jokes, and this time it feels like he finally gets to taste his own medicine.

“And you need to learn when to shut your big mouth. Zharria stays, Rhea and I already decided that, hmm oh, just like we decided to let you in the group. Although, it’s never too late to reverse that decision.” Damian is already domineering enough because of his size, but the way his voice deepens, and his eyes darken suggest that he would make good on his promises.

Dominick stepped forward just as JD began to argue back, he placed his hands on his partner's shoulders. “Let’s just take a walk, we got a match to prepare for later anyway.” Dominick pulled at JD’s shoulder, at first it seemed like he planned on standing his ground, but when Damian took a step forward meeting him halfway. All the while keeping a hand on Zharria.

“Fine, I’ll let it go.” He mumbled, forswearing to drop the conversation for now. Damian watches their retreat until he couldn’t see them anymore, he let out a breath of frustration, and plopped down onto the couch.

Rhea’s laughter eased the tension, but mildly, “That went well.” Finn snorted, an amused expression on his face. He likes the idea of Zharria and Damian, an odd pairing no doubt, though he was sure she’ll blend in just fine once she settles in more.

“I think I tolerate JD for too much, he’s lucky we’ve been so busy that I haven’t been paying his smart remarks any mind.” Damian grumbles, his stormy mood didn’t last long, Zharria places her small hand on his shoulder. She has been so quiet he forgot that she was even there, slowly he turns to her; Finn and Rhea stifle their giddy giggles, and slowly back out of the club house.

“I’m sorry I’m causing drama, I know that’s one of the boys.” She apologizes softly, her eyes studying Damian’s face closely, and then she realizes their proximity, she can feel her face heat up. When she scoots back to put space between them it seems as if Damian is disappointed, a hint of a frown on his lips.

“Princesa.” He sighed, “don’t be sorry, JD is just jealous the pretty new girl is getting all the attention. Especially from me and Rhea.” He said quietly, his gaze far away as if deep in thought, Zharria did not consider the fact that JD has been going the extra mile to impress his peers, and now that she thought about it, after the whole fiasco with R-Truth, JD’s been even more on edge than usual.

“Ohh.” She couldn’t find the words to express herself right now, not when Damian’s hand was drawing circles into her skin abover her knee. She didn’t stop him, admittedly she did like his attention, and he clearly loves giving it to her.

“What were you two even arguing about?” Damian asks, he already promises himself that if JD said something too out of line, then the two of them would be having a long talk.

“Um, it’s not a big deal really.” Zharria shrugs her shoulders, she didn’t want to possibly make things worse than they already were. After all, it really was a stupid argument, that probably would have been avoided if she kept her cool

“Are you sure because —

“Do you like reading manga?” She cut him off, desperately wanting to change the subject, and take their alone time to get to know each other better. She had only gotten to know Damian through the eyes of others, but mainly Zelina Vega. She was rooting the hardest for Damian and Zharria to get together, always saying something along the lines of, “you don’t need a boyfriend, you need a papi.” Zelina found out Zharria joined The Judgement Day the same night everyone else did, so when she texted Zharria’s phone back to back, Zharria knew Zelina was grinning from ear to ear.

“Sorry sweetheart, I’m more so into comics.” He smiled sheepishly, but she perked up at this tidbit of information. Her hand grips his bicep in excitement, his eyes caught her hand, and when their gazes met, their eyes sparked. He is saying all the right things, giving her his undivided attention, and she is leaning into it more than she thought she would have originally.

“Marvel or DC?” Zharria asks, Damian scoffs as if it should have been obvious which one was better than the other. She stares back into his dark eyes expectantly, her brain already loading the next question desperately wanting to keep their conversation going.

He rolled his eyes, “DC duh, Batman is the best hero there is, besides I’m from New York, of course we gotta rep the Dark Knight.” He explains, he puts emphasis on his accent to make a point, he smiles charmingly at her. She doesn't realize how close they are until he turns his head towards her, his gaze softens, her face reminds him of a lioness, elegant, and beautiful. He can recall the day she was drafted to Raw, that same night Finn threw a party, and Damian stood back, watching the way she moved between the crowded room. Taking her time, her curvy hips swaying, and her thick thighs hugging. It’s been a year since, a whole year, and her loss streak keeps racking up. It pisses him off actually, Zharria has the look, and for damn sure has the talent to be a huge star. As usual Hunter put stock into undeserving talent, for the life of him he couldn't understand why she’s just lying down taking it.

“Say it.” She speaks up after the drawn out silence, the look is all over his face, he has a lot to say, but he wasn’t sure how to go about it. Damian shifts in his spot next to her, his hand remains gently on her knee, and one arm draping the back of the couch. His large size encompasses her.

He parts his lips to speak, but recants his words, he’s trying to say what he’s thinking without coming across as a jackass. “Listen, cariño, you’re rolling with the big dogs now. You know what that means?” He pauses for a breath, she watches him, hanging on his every word not wanting to miss anything. “A change of attitude, no more taking anyone's bullshit. Don't like the way someone is talking to you, say something.” He spoke with a deep authoritative voice, he gently bumps his fist into her shoulder.

Not wanting to be the one falling behind, Zharria swore to herself she is going to give her all into this. A look of determination settles onto her face, “understood, I’m putting pedal to the floor. When’s my first tattoo.” She shot up from the couch now standing above Damian, he allowed himself to get lost in the sight before him, but then it finally hit him.

“Wait a minute, tattoos aren’t a necessity—

“Did someone say tattoos?” Rhea conveniently pops in through the door head first, then the rest of her body, and a mischievous grin stretching across her face.

“I think it’s only right.” Zharria turns to Damian, Rhea crosses the distance to meet her new partner in crime, and wraps her arms around Zharria’s waist. Rhea’s chin resting on Zharria’s shoulder. “Please Damian? It could be a great bonding experience for all of us, even JD and I.”

Damian did not like the way that ‘JD and I’ sound, which only discourages him to say yes, then he looks at Rhea for help, but she’s wrapped around Zharria like an anaconda. “Yeah, please Damian, in fact I think I know the perfect spot.” Her fingers caress Zharria’s naked skin around her belly button causing her to giggle.

His eyes follow Rhea’s finger where they still draw swirls into Zharria’s skin, slowly up her body, and linger on her glossy lips before meeting her eyes. He can see the neediness in her body language from the way Rhea touches her, he wonders if she is even ready for something like that, but he pushes that thought to the back of his mind. He clears his throat, trying to control himself for once. “Rhea, maldita descarada, fine. We’ll get tattoos after everyone gets back.” He finally caves, deciding that a little fun won’t kill them, plus he knows Zharria is right, this will give them all a good excuse to get to know her better outside of work.

Rhea plops down onto the couch next to Damian, then pulls Zharria onto her lap, and when she doesn't fuss Rhea nuzzles into her. The tips of her fingers play with the hem of Zharria’s sweater, and playfully caresses her skin underneath. It’s not always easy to gain Damian’s trust, he’s always weary of people, but Rhea always seems to accept people for who they are right away. Zharria felt a certain amount of comfort with the two of them she didn't think she could find with anyone else, especially of the people she works with. Sure the relationship was a bit rocky to start, but Zharria is so ready to move on to the next phase in her life that she didn’t give herself a chance to second guess her choice. She also thought about Rhea’s past partnerships, and how they’ve all basically gone to shit. A lot of it is them turning on her, it was awful to watch it play out so many times. Zharria’s body relaxes in Rhea’s arms as she listens to her and Damian chat about nothing in particular.

Just as she’s lulling off to nap, the rest of the boys come into the clubhouse, their voices could be heard from a mile away as they chatter with excitement. “Well…isn’t this cozy, feelin at home Zee?” Finn teases, though there is genuineness in his sentiment. It just occurs to Zharria she doesn’t know Finn all that well either, and they’ve been working together for years. She remembers him being the first person she met on her first day back in NXT. They never held long conversations, but she took to heart how sweet he always is.

“Well of course, you guys got a pretty sweet setup.” She grins, the clubhouse is set up almost like a studio apartment, there’s a nice, black leather couch, and a big flat screen tv. The lighting is dim, with purple backlighting, and a table set up with an assortment of snacks. Just then Damian stands to his feet, easily towering over everyone, JD stood off to the side beside Dominik.

“Alright, apparently Zharria wants to go get tattoos, I said no, but then her and Rhea out voted me.” He said dryly, Damian has a feeling there’s going to be a lot of him saying no to his girls, but quickly giving them their way. Rhea was easy for him to manage when it was just her, but it’s not so easy when she puts Zharria right in front of him now.

Damian helps her up from Rhea’s lap, his long, leather clad arm drapes around her shoulder. “Yeah, I thought it could be a fun thing for us to do, that’s if everyone else is down?” She spoke in a small voice, even if Rhea, and Damian said he’s, the rest of the boys could still say no. Besides, they all had so many tattoos already.

“Actually, that’s a great idea! I was just thinking about getting another piece eventually.” Finn easily agrees, he looks to Dominik and JD who were quietly bickering about something, but then all of the attention turns on them. Dominik shoves JD forward, he whips back to his partner with a look of disbelief, but the young Mestereyo had nothing except a shrug to offer.

JD shook his head, and let out a huff of air. His eyes lifted from the ground, and when his gaze met Zharria’s there was a flicker of jealousy. He rolls his eyes, “look, I’m sorry for throwing your book earlier…” he mumbles. Dominik clears his throat obnoxiously, “and, I’m sorry for all the stress I caused by interfering in all your matches.”

Damian, taken aback by the apology, isn't sure what to say, but Zharria takes a few strokes forward meeting JD where he stands. She places a hand on his shoulder, “apology accepted.” JD watches her wearily, but Zharria’s reassuring smile relaxes him.

Finn roughly slaps JD on the back. “Good job man, see that wasn’t so hard?” He grins looking between us with an expression of satisfaction. Everyone gathers their things before heading out, “if we’re really doing this tattoo thing, I think we all have a day off in a few days, so we could possé up then.” Finn offers on the way out the door. There weren’t any objections, with everyone being on the same page, the six of them split ways. Dominick, Finn and JD rode together in one car, and Rhea, Damian and Zharria in the other.

“I’m gonna take a nap.” A yawn breaks through as she speaks, Damian chuckles watching her, “in the backseat.” She finishes. Her body leaning against the back door of their suv, her fingers grabbing onto Damian’s belt loop. Her eyelids were already feeling heavy, but she held his gaze from above her. His hand rested atop her head, then cups her chin gingerly. ‘Damn he's fine.’ Zharria thought to herself, her eyes fluttering close waiting to feel the warmth of his lips on her. When Damian presses his lips to her forehead instead, butterflies swarm the pit of her stomach.

Just then the loud sound of the car horn honks pulling them both from their moment. “C’mon love birds we’re losing daylight!” Rhea playful shouts from her passenger seat, her head peeking out the window, and a cheshire grin on her face.

“Yeah yeah, we’re coming.” Damian rolls his eyes, opens the backseat door, and holds it open for Zharria, then shutting it behind her. Then makes his way around to the other side, sliding into the driver's seat, and pulling out of the arena's parking lot.

“You didn’t give me a kiss.” Rhea turns in her seat to look back at Zharria, she pouts, the corners of her lips turning upwards trying to hide her smirk.

“That’s for later Mami.” Zharria blows a kiss to Rhea, and playfully sticks her tongue out. Rhea kisses back, then turns around in her seat, and turns the music on on the radio. Zharria eventually falls to the background of Damian and Rhea’s conversation as she stares out the window watching the world go by. She wasn’t sure what to have expected when she blindly said yes to this group of misplaced misfits, but she found herself feeling completely at home with them. They didn’t put her up on a high, unrealistic pedestal, but rather let her let her hair down. She let out a continuous breath, her forehead pressing against the cool glass, and her eyelids slowly closing. It didn’t take long for Zharria to fully drift off to sleep for the duration of their ride.

[dixons-sunshine]

Yielding Isn’t My Middle Name—Chapter Five | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Summary: With each day that passed, without knowing whether or not you were okay was driving Daryl insane. He was on the edge of madness. However, when he got the chance to know about your well-being, his heart shattered when he realised what you had been forced to go through. And when chaos began to struck, he feared for your safety even more.

Warnings: Swearing, allusions to starving, mentions of torture.

Word Count: 2.8k.

A/N: I powered through this today. My main focus in October is going to be Halloween-related fics, so I wanted to get this up before then. Things are getting a bit more interesting now.

Taglist: @dixons-girl89, @jupiter1700, @enlightndone, @shadowcitrine, @angelwings-crossbowstrings, @holdmytesseract, @secretsicanthideanymore, @remuslittlesister

Drip. A momentary pause.

Another drip. Another slight pause.

Another drip. This one fell faster than the last.

Yet another drip. This one took longer to fall to the floor than any of the rest.

Observing how long it took for the droplets of water to fall down on the harsh, concrete floor was the only thing keeping Daryl from completely losing his mind and tearing his hair out of his head by the roots. Not that he could tear his hair from his head, however. The shackles securing him to the wall prevented him from moving his hands much. Still, with the worry that had taken root in the depths of his stomach, he was sure that he would find a way to rip his hair from his head one way or another if he did not keep his mind occupied with something else.

It had started lightly raining a few hours before. That was probably the only reason why Daryl had not been dragged off to work in the fields that day, like he had been for the past… He did not even know how long. The days seemed to blur together.

One of the guards that had been given the instructions to stand watch outside his cell had brought him food a few hours prior, but the archer had refused to touch the odd looking concoction that sloshed around in the bowl when moved. Even if he wanted to eat, he doubted he would be able to. The worry would prevent him from keeping any sustenance down. The worry for you and your unborn baby.

Daryl sighed and leaned his head back against the wall behind him. He had to swallow back the tears that threatened to form in his eyes at the mere thought of you and what you could be going through. Liam did not seem like a forgiving man, and what you had done, although completely justifiable in Daryl’s eyes, seemed like an action that could be punishable by death in this community.

Daryl did not even want to consider the possibility that you could be dead. His heart would not be able to handle the immense pain that came with diving into that rabbit hole. The guilt would eat him alive. If you were dead, that would mean that he had failed to keep his promise to you; he would never let anything happen to you. If you were dead, he would never be able to live with himself. You were the most precious thing in his life. He could not lose you.

The sudden, loud crack of thunder outside of the dungeon he was in snapped Daryl out of his thoughts with a startle, just in the nick of time as well. The door to his cell opened with a deafening screech, and the archer’s ocean-coloured eyes trailed up to meet those of one of his captors—Lucas Davis, the man responsible for your separation from Daryl. If there had not been chains keeping Daryl’s hands shackled to the wall, the huntsman would have lunged for the man and would have strangled him with his bare hands.

However, the chains rendered him with the inability to do so, so Daryl settled for simply giving the younger Davis brother a death glare, wishing that looks had the ability to kill.

“Aye, good afternoon, champ,” Lucas greeted Daryl merrily, pretending not to notice the absolute hatred that rolled in waves off of the archer at Lucas’ mere presence. The right-hand man of Sunny Meadows entered Daryl’s cell without a care in the world. His boots crunched the gravel of the ground beneath them as he walked towards Daryl, a set of keys dangling from the man’s grasp. He crouched down in front of Daryl, his green-eyed stare meeting the archer’s blue-eyed one. “The big guy wants to see you. Guess it’s your lucky day, finally being able to do something else than work or sit in this cell for two weeks, huh?”

Two weeks? Daryl’s eyes involuntarily widened at those words. Although, the more Daryl thought of it, the more he realised that Lucas’ words could be true. There was one singular window in his cell, and it had been boarded up a while ago, potentially so that the archer could not view the outside world once he was dragged back to his cell. The small amount of light that managed to trickle in through the cracks was not even remotely enough to grant Daryl the ability to differentiate between the rising and setting of the sun, and every day at a certain time while the sun was still in the sky, he would get dragged back to his cell and one of the guards would inject him with something that would knock him out cold for hours. Plus he did not work in the fields every day. Some days, he would be confined to his cell, so keeping track of the time had proven to be rather difficult.

However, Daryl had not expected that two weeks had already passed. That admission made his heart drop to his stomach. A full two weeks had passed, and he still had no idea how he would be able to escape his cell and find you, and that realisation made Daryl feel worse than he had already been feeling. His only hope of an escape at that moment would be to somehow knock Lucas out once he removed Daryl’s chains and make a run for it. It was his best bet. It was his only bet.

Lucas had begun to remove the chains that kept Daryl bound to the wall. He first removed the ones around his legs, before moving to his hands. However, as if possessing the ability to read the brooding archer’s mind, Lucas’ eyes flickered up to Daryl’s, a warning swimming around in his green irises.

“I wouldn’t attempt an attack if I were you,” he began in a threatening tone of voice. “There are three guys waiting for us upstairs. If you managed to kill me and make a run for it, they would shoot you on sight. And then they would go and have a little fun with that pregnant whore of a wife of yours before putting her out of her misery as well. And correct me if I’m wrong, but the death of the mother so early on in the pregnancy means that the baby would perish, too. So I would think wisely before acting out if I were you.”

Lucas could have been lying. Daryl definitely would not put it past the man in front of him to do so. However, Daryl clung on to the hope that you were still alive, and if you were, he did not want to be the reason you suffered a fate far worse than death. So he bit his tongue, swallowed back his pride, and willingly went with what Lucas instructed him to do. Once the shackles had fully been removed and Daryl had been yanked up to his feet, a pair of handcuffs had been secured around his wrists.

With Daryl thoroughly threatened and then cuffed, Lucas pushed the archer rather harshly. “Get moving,” he spat bitterly, his tone a stark contrast to the merry tone he had used a few minutes prior.

Daryl hesitated for a few moments, carefully considering his options for a moment, but he decided not to test fate just yet. He sighed and complied with the younger Davis man’s request, and began trudging forward. A staircase soon came into view, and Daryl climbed each step carefully, the wood creaking beneath the archer’s weight.

Soon enough, a door came into view, and Lucas pushed Daryl aside on the narrow staircase. He hastily opened the door, making a bright light flood the air. Daryl closed his eyes to shield them from the pain that the light caused, due to not having been in a properly lit space in a week. However, Lucas was having none of that. He grabbed the archer’s arm and harshly pulled him with him into the room.

Daryl stumbled and nearly fell to the carpeted ground below, but he managed to steady himself. Looking up, Daryl came face-to-face with the three men that Lucas had told him of, and he noticed that they were all armed to the teeth. Well, at least now he knew that Lucas had not been lying, and if he had not lied about that, then there was a good chance that he had not been lying about you. If he had opted to make a run for it, then there was a good chance that he would have been the reason you had to suffer a cruel fate. He was immensely relieved that he had opted to decide against it.

“Oh my god, you look like shit. Haven’t been able to take a shower recently, I take it?”

The archer’s jaw clenched at the sound of the voice he had come to hate. Liam. With a harsh glare, Daryl looked up and locked eyes with Liam. He could vaguely make out his surroundings, and he realised that he had been residing in the basement of the cruel leader’s farm house. He was back in the very same living room he had been in with you a week prior. The very same living room where everything had gone awry.

Liam’s twisted smile came into Daryl’s view, the scar at the edge of his mouth adding to the pure evil that the man exuded. He sent a nod in Lucas’ direction, before shifting his attention back to Daryl. “I have a few questions for you. Are you finally ready to talk?”

Daryl did not dare to utter a word. He was fully aware of the questions that Liam was talking about. Where are you from? Where’s the rest of your group? Why were you two on your own? The man had been coming down to his cell and had continuously been asking him those questions. However, Daryl had managed to remain quiet, even though he had suffered multiple deep cuts and bruises at the hands of Liam due to his silence. He would much rather die than give up the location of his found family. He would not have another Governor situation transpire, even if it meant he would lose his own life.

He just hoped that his defiance had not cost you your life. If it had, then he would never be able to forgive himself.

Liam’s smile slowly vanished from his face. He shook his head and clicked his tongue, his face adapting a faux look of disappointment. “You just don’t learn, do you?” he asked in a tone that closely resembled that of a parent scolding their child. “Bring him with me,” he commanded his brother, the man he had addressed instantly complying with his request. Liam grabbed the umbrella that had been laying against the wall opposite of him. “I hope you don’t mind getting wet, Daryl. I’m afraid I don’t have any umbrellas left to spare.”

Getting wet was the least of Daryl’s concerns. Where the hell was he being taken? Why had Liam’s lips twitched up into a small, ominous smirk when he had turned around and started stalking towards the door? Why did Mariah, Liam’s wife, send him a sympathetic look when his eyes had locked with hers when he had passed her on the way out the door? And why was he being led through the pouring rain to what appeared to be hundreds of wells that appeared as if it had been sealed off, but the boards to all of them had been ripped off recently? All except for one?

Liam stopped in front of one of the wells, one of which had a makeshift door on top of it. He opened the latch of the door and swung it outwards. He peered down into the hole before looking at Daryl with a smirk. “How about you have a look, Daryl? Perhaps this could persuade you to change your mind.”

Daryl did not have a say in the matter. Lucas pushed him forward and against the stone of the well. “Say hello to your darling wife.”

The archer’s eyes widened at his words. He quickly looked down at the deep hole in the ground. At first, he did not see you at all, and he considered the possibility that the man had opted to take the piss out of Daryl in an attempt to get answers from him. However, a movement at the bottom caught his attention, and on further, more thorough inspection, Daryl could see that they had not lied to him.

You laid at the bottom of the well, relatively motionless. Had it not been for the fact that you had moved a few seconds prior, Daryl would have believed that you were dead. He could vaguely make out a bowl and a water bottle that laid next to you, both toppled over, so it appeared as if the people had at least been feeding you. But other than that, you definitely looked worse for wear.

“Y/N,” Daryl rasped out brokenly, a lump forming in his throat at the sight of you. You did not look as if you were being properly taken care of, and that made the archer want to kill everyone within his vicinity. He took a step back from the well. His eyes trailed up and locked with those of Liam, a death glare being thrown at him. “If ya dun’ get ‘er outta there right now—”

“Then what, you’ll kill me?” Liam laughed incredulously. “You kill me, Lucas kills you, and then her.” For added emphasis, he motioned down at you in the well. “Hell, I still can kill her if you even so much as push my buttons, Daryl. Don’t test me.” He took a threatening step towards the crossbow-wielding archer, his eyes glaring into Daryl’s menacingly. “Now how about we try this again? Answer my questions, or else Lucas here shoots down at your wife. For every answer I don’t like, another shot gets fired. We’ll start with her legs and move up until we reach her head, and you’ll get to witness every scream of agony she lets out, and you’ll get to know that your stubbornness is the reason she’s suffering.”

Daryl’s heart stopped at Liam’s words. He never wanted to be the reason you got hurt, physically or emotionally. However, his loyalties were conflicted. He owed everything to his found family back in Alexandria, but then there was you. His wife. The one that had stuck with him since the early days at the quarry. The one that had stuck with him through thick and thin, through all of his bullshit and troubles. The one that was carrying his baby. The one he wanted to start his own family with.

Daryl sighed in defeat. It physically hurt his being to do what he was about to do, but he had to. He had no other choice. “Alright,” he conceded in a whisper. “What’cha wanna know?”

Liam smirked in victory. However, before he could utter a single word, the sound of a gunshot reverberated throughout the air. At first, Daryl had assumed that Lucas had taken a shot at you, and he whipped around to see, but he soon realised that the shot had not come from the leader’s right hand man. It had come from somewhere else, somewhere beyond the gated walls of the Sunny Meadows community. Soon, more gunfire filled the air, and loud yells and cries of agony could be heard.

“Intruders!” someone yelled from afar, before being interrupted by a scream.

Liam whipped around to look at Daryl and Lucas. “Get him back to his cell,” he instructed curtly, grabbing his own weapon from its holster. “Then get the men ready for battle.” When Lucas did not instantly comply, Liam’s voice rose in one final command before running off. “Did you not hear me? Get fucking going!”

That made Lucas finally do what was asked of him. Grabbing Daryl by his arm, he pulled him behind him, forcing the archer to have to jog to keep up with his pace. However, that was not his main concern. As if sensing that a war was about to break out, the rain had started to worsen, falling down to the earth heavier and heavier with each passing minute. As Daryl got dragged back to his cell, his only thoughts were of you, and he prayed to whatever god was listening that you would be okay.

Because the rain only got heavier, and it had not been lost on the archer that the ‘doors’ to the well you were being held captive in had not been closed. And if Daryl knew anything about wells, it’s that they tended to fill up with water when it rained.

[laurelsofhighever]

Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins Characters/pairings: Alistair x Cousland Chapter: 16/? Chapter Rating: M Chapter warnings: Gore, canon-typical violence Fic Summary: The story of the Fifth Blight, in a world where Alistair was raised to royalty instead of joining the Grey Wardens.

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The dead swarmed. They fought poorly, demons that inhabited loose, heavy meat and were unused to the coordination required for jointed limbs, but they cared nothing for injury. In the gasp of striking one down, three more might rush from behind, snarling through broken throats, teeth gleaming with the rot of their putrid flesh. Some were still recognisable in the torchlight but most, corroded by the spirit essence driving them, had decayed to little more than skeletons, their features and vanities sloughed away to leave only vast, clawing hunger.

With a yell, Alistair cut one down in mid-air as it leapt for him. Flames licked up its back, unheeded, the stench of burning, rotten flesh enough to turn his stomach despite the cover of his face mask. He shoved it back. Another shadow loomed up on his right, but before it could strike an arrow took it in the throat hard enough to knock it backwards. Outlined against the patchy moonlight on a nearby roof, Leliana was already sighting down another target.

In the breath of space the creature’s death allowed, he scanned along their line to see Ser Perth and those of his knights still standing on the back foot but holding their ground. Sten was easier to see above the throng, hardly disadvantaged by his lack of armour and swinging his poleaxe in great, fluid arcs that cleaved everything in front of him with terrifying efficiency but left him vulnerable on the flank. And there was Rosslyn. Her dog glued to her side, she knocked back one of last remaining undead with her shield then flicked her sword up in a brutal slice that opened it from navel to chin. A slop of half-melted organs spilled out with its shriek of rage, but before it could lunge, a flash of white steel took off its head.

Turning away in revulsion, she caught his gaze across the battlefield. In the face of shared danger their earlier argument had faded into insignificance, but Alistair was still careful to keep distance between them as he jogged over to her.  

“Do you think that was the last of them?” he panted. Around them, other undead were being dispatched, the spirits possessing the corpses forced to flee the damage done to their temporary vessels.

She shook her head. “I saw some pull back when the charge didn’t break through. Something clever has a hand in this.”

“Maleficar?”

“If it is, then –”

A shout went up from one of the roofs – an archer, waving his arms and pointing down towards the village square.

“They’re coming from the lake!”

They shared a glance.

“Take your people,” Ser Perth commanded, already directing the others to shore up the barricade. “We’ll hold here in case it’s a bluff.”

“Stay with them,” she said.

Before Alistair could protest, she had turned, calling Sten and Morrigan to join her in a mad dash down the gauntlet of flickering, smoky torches. Above the sound of clanking armour and the ragged saw of her breath, the shouts of the defenders rose in her ears, drawing her onward.

Most of the torches in the square had been snuffed out. What few remained guttered under the chantry eaves, where a writhing mass groaned against the barricades, grasping to break through to the precious life beyond. Rosslyn barely paused. With a roar, she charged the line; rotting heads swivelled ponderously towards her, just in time to be sliced clean through by her blade, her fury enough to drive them back, gibbering with excitement. Teagan shouted for her defence. The villagers rallied, teeth gritted against the horror of their enemy. Though not well armoured, these corpses were still fresh enough to be recognisable, grotesque, leering husks that parodied the smiles of loved ones as they clawed for their prey and were cut down.

For an eternity the fighting tilted on a knife’s edge, the renewed vigour of the defenders pitted against the gaping hunger of the dead, the litter of bodies between them indistinguishable in the carnage. The twitch of a limb might be an injured comrade reaching for help or a demon clinging to its host, and it did not matter. Rosslyn’s arms ached as she carved through them. Condensation and sweat soaked her armour, her feet numb with cold, her eyes straining through the darkness to mind what she hit. The dead had adapted to the new point of attack and with sheer force of numbers slipped free of the pincer she had intended.

And then a faint murmur reached her battle-clogged ears, a low hum that grew into a cadence of song that seeped through the air, seeming to lend brightness to the torchlight. The walls of the chantry were too thick to tell which canticle it was, but as the music swelled the fighters at the barricade took heart from the voices of their families, the sound of defiance that braved the dark inevitable and strove for the glimpse of dawn at the end of the night. And slowly, bitterly, the wave of undead was beaten back.

The last corpse fell as the first threads of colour wove into the lightening sky, leaving in its wake a stunned kind of silence as those still alive, dazed and exhausted, looked from one to another as if daring their mates to believe the nightmare had ended. Faint whimpers came from the injured, and all around the stench of bodies mixed with that of smoke and the ever-constant moulder of the lakewater, combining into a miasma that emptied the pitiful contents of more than one stomach onto the blood-soaked ground.

Alone in the middle of the square, Rosslyn peeled off her helmet. Her scalp itched with sweat, the pre-dawn air cooling the moisture on her exposed skin and ruffling the hairs at the nape of her neck, and as her battle-blood faded a catalogue of injuries made themselves known – blood dripping down to her gauntlet from a wound to her sword arm, bruised ribs, an ache in her thigh and left shoulder where the still-healing muscles from Ostagar had been wrenched in service to keeping her alive. To cap it all, thirst blistered in her mouth, the hunger in her belly sharp enough to make her grimace.

Pressed into her side as if she might otherwise disappear, Cuno panted through a mask of gore that painted the whole of his face and chest black, though he thankfully seemed to have escaped injury. The faintest touch to his shoulder caused his attention to snap to her with a whine that betrayed his uncertainty, and she put aside her own discomfort to smile at him and lead the way towards one of the livestock troughs by the door of the tavern. Like the barrels commandeered from the storehouse, it had been filled with water from the village stream, sulphurous but clear, which the dog lapped up greedily.

She herself could wait to drink, her main concern for the moment cleaning the stinking mess from his coat. Guilt prickled at the thought of the poor souls cut down during the night, but they were not her charge, and though Cuno had survived the darkspawn she worried about the risk of sickness. With nothing else to hand, she knelt and scooped water up in her helmet, careful not to get it in his eyes as she poured it over and scrubbed the worst from his snout.

“My lady.”

She looked up at Teagan’s approach just in time for Cuno to succumb to the tickle of the water and shake the last of the droplets from his neck. “Gah – dog!”

He lolled a smile and butted his broad head against her shoulder.

“Well met, my lord,” she said, giving in to the request for attention. “We made the morning.”

“So we did,” he answered. “Truly the Maker smiled on us when he sent you in our darkest hour. Your father would have been proud of what you did here.”

She dropped her gaze, taking comfort in the familiar velvet of her dog’s ears, but was spared the need to form a response by the approach of Alistair, haggard and stained but whole.

“Four dead, including Murdock.” He was careful not to look at her. “Another five who might not make it. But I spoke to one of the guards and he says the rest of the castle garrison are accounted for now.”

Teagan nodded. “Then this was truly a victory.”

“We can’t count it as one until whatever is behind this is put to rest,” Rosslyn pointed out. “We need to get into the castle.” She glanced up to where it sat in silhouette on top of the hill, a brooding, angry blot against the morning light.

“Surely these people deserve some small celebration, don’t you think?”

“We must end this,” she insisted. There were still Lothering’s refugees to think about, no more than two days behind.

“My lady, these people didn’t expect to see the sunrise – they’re not soldiers.” Teagan stepped closer as she stood, his voice dropping so it wouldn’t carry. “There is time yet. Let them recover, and grieve for those they lost.”

A flare of anger burnt in the pit of her stomach at the words. What use was grieving when there was work left undone? What allowed these villagers to mourn when she was forced to defer the sundering of her heart in order to save them?

“We need rest too,” Alistair told her. “And time to come up with a plan.”

Disinclined to start another argument, she bit back the retort pooling like acid on her tongue. The urge to keep moving, to charge forward to escape the ruin at her feet, warred with the stiffness spreading through her muscles like rust now that the fighting was over, and she remembered the cautionary tales her parents had told about the limits of endurance and what might happen to one who pushed beyond them.

She turned away. “Fine. But we should have scouts sent to the castle to see if there’s any change on the walls.”

Alistair opened his mouth, but Teagan got there first. “It will be done, my lady, but first – might I beg the liberty of a word in private?”

“… Very well.”

“Your Highness.” He bowed formally enough that Alistair shifted on his feet, then led off not towards the lakeshore but along the wall of the tavern yard, following it into a natural dead end where the drystone met a smooth face of rock that stretched up twenty feet to catch the first red rays of the sun. They were out of sight here, with only the dawn chorus of birdsong for company. Instead of speaking, Teagan fiddled with the buckle of his helmet, his brow knotted in a frown as he picked through whatever he wanted to say.

“Well, my lord?”

“Forgive me,” he said. “It is difficult to know where to begin. I have no sway over you as a guardian, but I hope you will take what I am about to say as coming from a friend.”

She tensed.

“Your… altercation with His Highness yesterday – no, let me finish – it was obviously borne of frustration. I have noticed too that Alistair is reluctant to take the authority that is his by right. Were we not on the edge of a Blight I would say that might be enough to bar him from the throne.”

“He has it in him,” she replied, firm. “And better him than a traitor who fled battle and left so many without defence.”

Teagan sighed. “That is not the issue. His Highness was right. Loghain has the ear of the Landsmeet, and what’s left of the army is at his command. To march straight to Denerim, especially with the Blight on your heels, would be foolhardy in the highest degree.”

“Loghain had my family killed,” she snarled. “He left Cailan to die. My duty might be to the Blight, but Alistair’s isn’t.” Her fists clenched at her sides to resist the need to pace. “He could go. If he stopped hiding, the people would rally to him, I know it.”

“Such faith in him, my lady,” he said, offering her a sad smile. “And yet you do not see the true reason why he will not do what you have demanded of him.”

“What reason?”

“His duty to you. It’s plain that he cares for you.”

Something seized in her chest, jagged enough that she turned away. “I’m nothing anymore. Just a Grey Warden. Besides, I…”

“There were rumours of a dispute between the two of you before he left for Starkhaven. It’s none of my business,” he added, at her sharp look, “but if there was anything to what I heard, then I would say those feelings remain, and considering your circumstances, any grudge might swiftly turn to regret if one of you were to fall.”

He was right. His expression held nothing but sympathy as he said the words. And yet the ties to her old life had withered the moment the darkspawn blood had touched her lips, and daring to hope otherwise would only rub grit into the wound. Lifting her chin, she schooled her features into the polite, political expression she had been taught to wield at the Landsmeet.

“I appreciate you taking the time to advise me, my lord, it was kindly meant,” she said. “But whatever my feelings, they mean little in the face of the Blight, and they are not your concern.”

“He does more good for Ferelden at your side.” His expression turned to one of pity. “It’s not fair for you to take your grief out on him.”

“I have no time for grief.”

She saw in his eyes he had more to say, but even if she could no longer claim to be a noble, as a Cousland she still commanded enough deference that he held his tongue and let her retreat towards the centre of the village. The few left uninjured had been set to the drudgery of clearing away the signs of battle. Bodies were being piled to await the cart journey to the pyre at the top of the hill, their smell masked by the incense the revered mother wafted over them with a low, murmured prayer.

Most of the survivors had crowded into the chantry. They sat in small knots, families and friends taking respite together while volunteers – the too old or young to fight – ghosted between each little island bearing waterskins or platters of simple food. Among them was Helena, pallid but smiling with relief as she rocked her child, and the elf Berwick, a little apart from everyone else. His gaze met Rosslyn’s for a brief instant before flinching back to the bandage he was carefully winding around his arm. Further in, the five most severely wounded lay on makeshift pallets under the benevolent gaze of Andraste in her shrine.

Morrigan stepped out from the shadows and up to Rosslyn’s side. “It seems ‘twas a waste of sleep to have kept the fools alive all night.”

“How so?”

“I offered my abilities as a healer and the revered mother, foolish woman that she is, decided she would rather her charges die of blood loss or infection than be treated by a mage free of the Chantry’s leash.”

“She might have given you a little more courtesy, considering,” Rosslyn grumbled.

“Her words have no power to hurt me. Yet…” For a moment, Morrigan struggled. “I have noticed you do not seem as uncomfortable with magic as most I have seen.”

A shrug. “Among my mother’s people, magic is a skill like any other.”

“And the Chantry does not object to this?”

“The Chantry holds no sway over the Clayne,” Rosslyn said. The comment stuck in her mind like a burr, snagged on the thought of her grandparents isolated across the Waking Sea by winter storms. Had the news reached them yet? Did they mourn, or did they blame her too?

“I have heard a little of the Clayne,” Morrigan said, interrupting her thoughts. “Wilder than even the Chasind, I was told.”

“Perhaps.” She sighed. “You should rest – eat. We have to push on to the castle before noon.”

With a nod, Morrigan pointed to a space underneath a mural of Andraste’s first vision of the Maker, where the rest of their party had settled in various attitudes of exhaustion. The dog, not accustomed to standing on ceremony, chuffed when he spotted Leliana and lumbered over to flop dramatically in her lap.

“Oh, there you are!” she cried, giving in to Cuno’s bulk with a hesitant pat to his shoulder. “We saved you all some breakfast.”

It was simple fare, a thin oat gruel stirred through with butter and a floss of salted pork. A far cry from the hearty breakfasts served in the castle and barely enough to fill the stomach, but Rosslyn swallowed it down nonetheless. As the warmth of the meal spread through her limbs she felt herself becoming indolent, her eyelids drooping under the toll the night had taken.

An eruption of giggles jerked her back into wakefulness, and she blinked her eyes open just in time to see two small girls with eyes large and round as coppers squeak and dart behind a nearby cabinet.

“Begone,” Sten growled at them. “I am not to be gawked at.”

“You do not need to fear, little ones,” Leliana told them gently. “Sten will not harm you. He is one of the ones who helped defend you last night.”

“On the contrary, they would be wise to be cautious when facing a soldier of the Beresaad.”

The sister considered his folded arms and the deep wrinkle of his brow. “No, I think you are a big softie, really.”

The scowl deepened. “I am not.”

“I saw you yesterday morning, you were picking flowers.”

“I do not know what you mean,” he retorted.

“Don’t play innocent with me,” she sang. “I saw you.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “They were medicinal.”

“Softie!”

The accusation earned a mutter of something in his own tongue, but when he did not grow fangs or burst into flame, the two children seemed emboldened enough to come out of their hiding place. For a long moment they stared, heedless of being staunchly ignored.

“You’re really tall,” the elder one finally said.

“Perhaps by your standards,” Sten replied, still without looking at them.

“I’ve never seen anyone taller than you,” the child continued. “What’s that stuff on your face?”

His nostrils flared. “It is vitaar. My people wear it to help them fight.”

“Is it like kaddis then?”

“I do not know what that is.”

“Oh.” Unperturbed, the child swished the tattered ends of her skirt around her ankles. “Mama says the undead would have eaten us without you fighting. She told us to come and say thank you.”

“I have no interest in thanks,” came the response. “I did as I was ordered.”

Rosslyn smiled to herself. Sten’s answers were the curt, irritated rumble of an old hound wanting to be left to his nap in the sunshine, but still patient enough to be trusted with a tumble of weanling pups tugging at his ears. When the girls’ mother finally called them away, she shrugged deeper against the wall. Pins and needles throbbed along her legs, but short of removing her armour, it was yet another discomfort she would have to live with.

A scrape of metal on stone alerted her to Alistair’s presence. He had sidled closer, a sullen edge to his look that she was too tired to parse.

“So…” he began, in a tone aiming for nonchalance, “what did Bann Teagan want to talk to you about?”

Heat flushed her face. She looked away, shaking off the echo of Teagan’s assurances, the suggestion that Alistair’s feelings were what held him back from his birthright. Closing her heart to the possibility was so much harder with him in front of her, more so with the memory of her snarling accusations still fresh and written in every tense line of his face.

“It’s… nothing.” She dropped her gaze to her gauntlets. “Nothing that matters for now.”

“I see…”

Teagan was right, and she should have admitted it, but with her courage held by so fine a thread and with so much left still to do, how would it help? He was lost to her, whether by her side or on his way to storm Denerim, a fact leant an extra sour air by the previous, gruelling night and the catalogue of hurts that she had accumulated since Ostagar.

No. It was better to simply rest, and then move on.

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

do you guys know of any everlark fics that are based on robin hood? specifically looking for one where katniss is the robin hood-figure in the story- i can’t find it!!

Hello Anon!

Thank you for this ask! Below is a list of Robin Hood x THG fics, it looks like several are Katniss as Robin Hood but some are not. Figured I'd list all I could find here though! Happy reading!

Between Poverty and Prosperity-Gamemakers (ff) Summary: In Panem's woodlands, the villagers of Twelve struggle to stay alive while those in the Capitol enrich themselves. Katniss Everdeen attempts to right this injustice, stealing from the rich to support the poor. She'll stop at nothing to help the people she loves, but she cannot fathom how far these actions will take her from the world she knows. Robin Hood AU, Everlark. Bullseye (An Everlark Robin Hood Adventure)-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Peeta Mellark is the Kingdom of Panem's Robin Hood. All he's missing is Katniss, his Maid Marian. Daughter of Robin Hood-we'reonfire (ff) Summary: Most people say Robin Hood was the best archer in the land. Legend has it, he had a secret daughter. The Merchants turn their noses up at the "tale for the feeble soul." Little did the poor Merchants know, that another Robin Hood was about to give them a run for their money. Hunter Hood-CrystallineX (ff) Summary: Take a Robin Hood, except he's a she and doesn't tow around a band of merry men. Add a sister studying to be a healer, and a baker's boy dreaming of something more. Let the games begin. AU Legend HGRomance (ao3) or (ff) Summary: People in the kingdom whispered about a legend: a boy with a bow. They said he took up residence in the woods, hiding out while committing random acts of kindness, namely stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. Historical AU. Robin Hood. Of Arrows and Burnt Bread-sadbrowngirlpoetry (ao3) Summary: Halle Mellark is in love with Robin Everdeen who is best friends with Gayle Hawthorne, and that complicates matters. Then the Games happen, and that changes them entirely. AU series of interconnected one-shots. Genderswap rewrite of The Hunger Games. Robin hood and the juggling lumberjack-Thatoneloserkid (ff) Summary: Katniss tries to teach Johanna how to shoot a bow while Johanna tries to teach Katniss how to throw an axe. Robin Hoods Identity-I-piTy-Da-FoOl (ff) Summary: He saved me, the one that fascinates me the most. That boy has something about him. Something alluring. And even I, Katniss Everdeen, the unknown warrior that most fear, is attracted to him. She has no time for this. She has to take care of her soldiers. They're her life. Will Katniss's mother make or break her? Will Katniss keep her reason to fight? Or will Snow take it away too? Sparrow-jennajuicebox (ao3) Summary: Mad, I might be. But I will never be convenient. Tales-writing4mylife13 (ff) Summary: My name is Katniss Everdeen, but you may know me as Robin Hood. I steal from the rich and give to the poor. The Sun Thief-bubblegum1425 (ao3) Summary: In the land of Panem, over a decade ago, the royal house Mellark was overthrown by the usurper Coriolanus Snow. Though the terror-filled reign of Snow and his sons has now nearly extinguished the last spark of hope in Panem's people, one boy with a bow and his Merry Band seek to restore the faith and overthrow the King. An Everlark take on Robin Hood. Fantasy AU What's a Mob to a Queen?-orphan_account (ao3) Summary: At 17 years old, Katniss vanishes off the face of the earth. Five years later, on the day of Prim's birthday, Katniss shows up at the doorstep of her old home with an ultimatum for both her sister and lifelong best friend: "Come with me now and leave everything you know behind, or stay here and never tell anyone that you ever saw me." Peeta and Prim are shocked and overjoyed to discover that Katniss is alive, but that's not all: she is the Mockingjay – the queen of a powerful, definitely illegal but morally good organization. But reuniting with Katniss has costs; they will both need to say goodbye to their old lives and their old identities if they want to survive here, and Katniss will need to decide whether or not she can truly trust her two oldest companions. Will they find a way to get their old lives back, or will they join her in her life of danger, wealth and power?

If anyone knows of a fic like this, please reblog, reply, or send an ask with fics fitting this idea and I’ll add it here!

As always, if you have any questions, comments, or suggestions, please feel free to shoot me an ask!

[bbygirlky18]

Could you do a fic of the reader and Eddie Kingston or Damian Priest, where he is possessive over her and he gets mad jealous that Hook or Finn Balor is flirting with her? Fluff or smut is fine. Whatever makes you comfortable. I'm not sure what wrestlers you write for. If you don't write for the ones I mentioned I'll happily change it. Have a wonderful night dear 😊

The Archer's Girl! Damian Priest

Damian Priest x y/n

Warnings: Fluff!!

Word Count: 311

A/N: This request was sent in by @serpantscorpio8497. @serpantscorpio8497 I haven't for AEW wrestlers yet so right now it's mostly WWE wrestlers. Thank you for saying that you would change even though I would've found a way to make it work lol.

Y/n is your name

@serpantscorpio8497 hope you love it.

Y/n was minding her own business in the locker room of the WWE when a tall figure blocked her path. She sighed, recognizing the man when she looked up - Damian Priest. Damian had acquired a possessive attitude towards Y/n since meeting her a few weeks prior, but Y/n didn't mind as she found his attempts to be quite endearing.

'Hey,' Y/n said, placing her hand on his chest. 'What's up?'

Damian wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her close. His gaze shifted to the doorway and his expression immediately changed. Knowing exactly what his jealous expression meant, Y/n followed his gaze to the doorway. There, standing in the doorway, was Finn Balor.

Y/n looked back up at Damian, who had now shifted from possessive to red-hot jealous. She couldn't help but giggle. Y/n tutted as she placed her hands on either side of Damian's face.

'It's just Finn, handsome. He never flirts with me,' Y/n said.

'I know,' Damian muttered, allowing Y/n to redirect his attention away from Finn and back to her. Y/n softly ran her thumb across Damian's cheek before leaning in to give him a comforting kiss on the cheek.

The touch of her lips seemed to calm Damian's possessive nature and he pulled her close, allowing her to forget all about Finn Balor and become completely consumed in their selfish little world together. Damian's hands gently caressed her body as he kissed her slowly and lovingly, proving that he savored every inch of her body with his own.

When they finally pulled apart, Damian kept Y/n close. His hands loosely draped around her waist and his nose nuzzled her neck as he pressed his forehead against hers. In that moment, Y/n realized that his possessive nature was nothing but a result of Damian loving her so deeply.

-I hope you guys enjoyed this! I loved writing this! Love you guys <333333