#prologue is on ao3

[yeyinde]

PRAIRIE WOLF | masterlist

John tucks his hand over your nape, pulling you into the warm bracket of his neck where his pulse beats steady under your forehead. Firm. Strong. All heat.

"I'll protect you," he rasps, chest rumbling under the swell of your belly. The growl—brassbound, ferric: a promise and a threat—glues to his words. Sinking deep. "Both of you, Coyote. Always."

And despite everything that tries to convince you otherwise, you believe him.

[OR: in an attempt to run from your abusive ex, you find yourself crashing into the arms of John Price, a man determined to keep you, and your unborn baby, safe. at all costs. but you're not the only one with secrets or scars.]

18+. past abuse (emotional, physical, mental). sexual trauma. unplanned pregnancy. childhood abuse. healing. eventual smut. protective John Price. gruff lumberjack Price and the stray he picks up. eventual Dom!Price (more in essence than act). divorced!John Price. implied child death (not reader's baby). age gap. grief. cultural differences. set in the early 90s. nonlinear narrative. Reader has an unconventional nickname (plot-important). Reader has a backstory. tags will be added as the series progresses.

AO3. MOODBOARD.

prologue part one | hinterland part two | moose meat part three | mîscacâkanis part four | salt cure part five | teeth and claws part six | pack epilogue

[electrozeistyking]

some goofy lil transparent images of the design I use for N, featuring his design from the Ghost Drone AU (he is tired). These are for future references and things where I just need to casually put one in the corner of something

[seeyouonabluemoon]

So I fell into the TMA fandom. Oops.

I mean, I've listened to the whole thing through before, but never really engaged.

Having said that, my experience has gone like this thus far:

Tim: *appears*

Me: ah yes, the fan favourite

Gerry: *appears*

Me: ah yes, the fan favourite

Michael: *appears*

Me: ah yes, the fan favourite

Agnes or Oliver or any of the Vast avatars: *appears*

Me: ah yes, the

[just-b-wilde]

New fan ficition: No Way in Hell

Summary:

After the death of The Handler, Lila tries to start anew but soon finds herself in chaos again when she encounters the Hargreeves family again. Her decision to collaborate with Five pulls her back into the dangerous world she tried to escape. Five, confused about what to do with his life as he returns to his timeline without the threat of another apocalypse, decides to go to the Commission. He wants to obtain what was promised to him while seeking revenge for the wrongs inflicted by the Commission. As tension builds between him and Lila, things take an unexpected turn, leaving them both on thin ice between the desire for freedom and unresolved emotions.

Important notes:

The story follows most of the events from the first and second seasons of the series, while later seasons are not applicable to this narrative.

Main Differences from Canon:

Five is older in the story than in the series and is younger due to different circumstances (this will be explored further in the plot); at the beginning of the story, he is physically 17 years old. Lila's age remains the same, and in the story, she is 29 years old. There will also be different events regarding his recruitment into the Commission.

Lila and Diego did not have a relationship, nor did they sleep together. Lila is not pregnant in the story. However, Diego's interest in her is valid.

There is no threat of another apocalypse in the story, and the Hargreeves family has returned to their original timeline unchanged. There are also no characters from the Sparrow Academy. Each family member returns to their original complicated and chaotic lives.

This story will have a darker tone; I am not sure how focused it will be on explicit content, but you can definitely expect to encounter Five's obsessive and manipulative behavior. 😈

[sweet-old-hereafter]

So I said I was gonna write a nomae hunger games AU as a joke but I don’t think it’s a joke anymore-

From what remains of Caesar’s civilization hails the Kingdom of Pacifica, comprising twelve Clans and the Coastal City as its Capital.

Noa is a young ape longing for purpose and honor. Mae is an Echo that has had to scrounge for survival longer than not. The two live on opposite sides of Mining Clan; Noa in the tree manor with his family, and Mae beside the Mouth of the mines, where she and other Echoes are forced to do dangerous work by ape Overseers. Noa has held a secret in the distance between them for years; Mae can speak. And Echoes that can speak are forbidden.

This past further complicates when they are both to face the Primus Game, an annual fight to the death on the Coast that functions as atonement for a transgression neither was witness to.

In the crucible of these Games, Noa may discover his true self and be forced to betray it. Mae will have to grapple with what it means to be human, if that truly is the standard of worthiness she believes it to be, and the unsettling ambiguity that comes with hope. Their bond may serve as a microcosm of the relationship between apes and humans, posing one question: If we can die side by side, can’t we live?

This Primus Game will be unlike any other before it.

[waytooinvested]

Forgotten, Not Forgiven - Chapter 1

Still reeling from finding out the truth herself, Lena suddenly finds herself in the midst of an odd role reversal in which she knows that Kara is Supergirl, but Kara no longer has any idea she has ever been more than an ordinary human.

And what’s more, Lena has no choice but to keep the truth from her for her own protection…

This and previous chapters also on AO3

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Alex: Have you seen Kara?

Lena glanced at her phone and raised an eyebrow at the text lighting up her screen.

That woman had such a nerve.

She ignored the message and turned back to her computer, only to have another text ping in five minutes later.

Alex: Seriously Lena, she was due back hours ago and I haven’t heard anything. I need to know where she is.

Lena huffed irritably, but gave in.

Lena: I have no idea where she is. Kara and I are no longer friends, remember? I’m sure she’ll turn up in her own time.

Lena: We both know she can look after herself.

Alex didn’t respond again, so naturally Lena assumed that Kara had indeed turned up in her own time, and that everything had been fine after all.

That is, until she saw the headline in the news a week later:

SUPERGIRL MISSING?

She almost didn’t click the link.

Since she had found out the truth about Kara three months ago, Lena had done her best to comprehensively uproot the weed of their friendship from her life, and so far had been reasonably successful.

She had deleted Kara’s number from her phone before she had even made it back to her jet after her run in with Lex.

On the flight home she had called her assistant and asked her to make sure that Kara Danvers was escorted off the premises immediately should she show up at L-Corp, and had left a similar message with the security staff in her apartment complex.

Selling Catco had taken a little longer, but only because dealing with such a large asset could not be rushed. She might have been in pain, but Lena was a shrewd business woman and ensured that the sale was made with a hefty profit, the value of the company boosted by the revenue generation improvements she had made while in charge. She had also wanted to take her time to pick the perfect boss for Kara: someone who would inarguably make the magazine more profitable as a business than it had ever been before, while systematically and comprehensively destroying everything about it that had made Kara love her job there.

The new three year contracts with a non-compete clause thrown in had been a nice touch.

She could have taken her revenge further than that – had even planned exactly how she would do it.

The night of Kara’s Pulitzer prize. A damning speech about truth and lies, followed by Andrea Rojas leading the exposure of Supergirl’s secret identity to the world. Betrayal returned like for like, and Kara left as broken hearted as Lena had been.

Oh yes, she could have done it. Luthors were scorpions, and Lena knew how to sting.

But something had held her back from taking the final plunge that would have ripped safety and anonymity so irrevocably from Kara’s life. She wanted to believe it was her own compassion – an innate goodness that led her towards the moral high ground and made her fundamentally better than the Luthors she had so often sought to distance herself from, but it wasn’t true.

The reason she hadn’t done it was Lex.

Maybe if she had managed to pull the trigger last time they met, if she had murdered her own brother in cold blood for the sake of her traitorous false-friend, maybe then she would have done it. If Lex was dead and buried and out of her life for good, Lena could finally have stepped out of his shadow and stopped framing every decision she made against what he would have done. But Lex was still out there somewhere, laying low for now but undoubtedly still scheming, killing, making the worst decisions a human being could make while still being labelled as such, and that made a difference.

Revealing Supergirl’s identity to the world was a plan that Lex would have wanted her to carry out.

And so Lena hadn’t.

That had been enough at first, but as the weeks passed and the first fire of her rage cooled from white hot inferno to mere black smith’s forge fire, she found she was glad that she hadn’t taken the nuclear option. Kara might have deserved retribution for what she had done, but exposing her identity would put everyone she knew, including the entirety of the Catco staff and her unsuspecting apartment neighbours in serious danger from every human and alien criminal out there with a weapon and a score to settle, and Lena wanted no more innocent blood on her hands than had already been passed down to her as part of her dubious Luthor inheritance.

And she didn’t want Kara to die.

That didn’t mean she cared if Supergirl really had gone AWOL. She had had nothing to do with it, and it was none of her concern anymore...

Lena clicked the link.

According to this site, Supergirl had been observed flying off to the north of National City on an ‘unknown errand’ eight days previously and had not been seen since, leaving two major bank robberies, a fire at a children’s hospital and a collapsed ceiling at a swimming pool without support from ‘everyone’s favourite hometown hero’.

Eight days. That tallied with how long it had been since Alex had asked if she knew where Kara was, allowing for the full day that had passed before the DEO Director had made the decision to reach out to her. It struck Lena now that it was an odd thing for her to have done under normal circumstances. She might not have done anything to Alex specifically during the first fierce storm of her separation from their little group – at least not beyond a few short, sharp words and a door slammed in her face – but Alex had taken Lena’s swift and total removal of Kara from her life if anything even worse than Kara herself had, and had been round to yell at her over hurting Kara’s poor little feelings before the end of the first week.

She must have been desperate to have reached out to Lena like that after all this time.

Now she was looking for them, Lena found that there were dozens of similar stories popping up, ranging from serious think pieces about what this could mean for National City and Supergirl’s own welfare, to tabloid trash that suggested she might be having some sort of torrid three way affair with a sexually promiscuous alien couple from Saturn (why Saturn? Unclear. What was clear was that the entire story was utter garbage apart from one essential point: Supergirl was nowhere to be found).

Lena picked up her phone and tapped in Kara’s number, her chest tight with unease as she waited for the call to connect.

Of course she knew Kara’s number by heart. If she hadn’t she would never have been able to make herself delete it from her contacts.

It rang.

Maybe Kara was carrying a big stack of files and didn’t have a hand free to get her phone out of her back pocket.

And rang.

Maybe she was in the shower and didn’t want to rush out to answer the phone while wet and covered in shampoo.

And-

‘Hi this is Kara! I can’t get to the phone right now, but please leave me a message and I’ll get back-’

Maybe she was just screening Lena’s call. After everything that had happened between them it was what most people would have done, and Lena would understand that.

She hung up and redialled.

‘Hi this is Kara! I can’t-’

Kara would never have ignored a second call from Lena. No matter how angry she was, if she could pick up the phone, she would have done so by now.

Again.

‘Hi this is-’

She tried Alex instead.

This time, the phone was picked up before the end of the first ring.

‘Do you have Kara?’

A stone thudded into the pit of Lena’s stomach.

‘She really is missing then?’

‘Fuck. Yes she’s missing. You didn’t even know?’

‘Not until I saw it on the news just now. When I didn’t hear anything more from you after that last text I assumed she’d made it back safely’.

‘No, you had just answered my question and clearly didn’t want to help, so-’

‘Yes well, I thought she had just taken a detour to France for crepes or something, not that she was actually gone’.

‘Right, and you were so concerned you waited a week to check’.

‘Much as it may surprise you to learn this Alex, I don’t make a habit of keeping tabs on people who have betrayed me. So if you don’t want my help finding Supergirl I’ll just-’

‘No, Lena, wait. Look, I’m sorry okay? I’m just worried about her. If I send you the co-ordinates for her last known location do you think you could see if you can find anything? She went after this weird energy signature we’d picked up, but then her radio went dark and we couldn’t get anything else from her. We went out there to see if she was in some kind of trouble, but the place she was headed: it’s just a field. There’s nothing there, not even a trace of the energy we got before, and no sign of a struggle or any kind of indication of where she went next’.

‘Send me what you have and I’ll see what I can do’.

‘Sending it now’.

Less than a minute later Alex’s email arrived with the relevant details about Supergirl’s last known location attached, as well as everything they knew about the energy signature she had been investigating.

It wasn’t a whole lot to go on, except-

There was something vaguely familiar about the signature. It reminded her of…

Lex.

It reminded her of Lex, and the trap he had once devised to lure in a certain type of pseudo-photosynthesetic alien who fed on a very particular wavelength of light that wasn’t naturally produced by Earth’s yellow sun. Once it was absorbed the aliens could be hooked up to a generator that would produce massive amounts of electricity and could have made fossil fuels all but redundant overnight. In theory. In practise however Lex had never been able to make the conversion work, and had eventually given up on the plan.

So why was it showing up again now? And what did it have to do with Kara’s disappearance? It seemed far too much of a coincidence to imagine that the two things were unconnected, especially when Lex was the common thread.

Quickly, Lena skimmed through her options, and picked one she could adapt to this new purpose. The DEO had been scanning for days with no luck, but she had one thing they didn’t.

She knew her brother.

It took another two hours to fine tune the software and upload it to a satellite with scanning capabilities, but at last it was ready. She cast a wide net, centred on the location Alex had given her but stretching out from it to search a 30 mile radius. If it really was Lex then the place he had lured Supergirl was a decoy, and would be located well away from wherever he actually wanted her to end up.

She had to extend her search parameters twice, but at last she found it. Not the same energy signature – that would be too obvious. No, what Lena had been looking for was the special coded frequency that Lex had developed in his teens. To most people it would look like background radio noise, but Lena knew better.

It was him alright.

She reached for her phone to call Alex, then hesitated. All she had actually done was locate her brother, or at least somewhere he was broadcasting from. But the site was more than 80 miles from where Kara had last been seen, and Lena was working on a hunch rather than any kind of real evidence that Lex had taken her.

Besides, if the DEO got him they would just send him back to jail, and it had become abundantly clear that a maximum security cell was not enough to contain him.

No, Lena was going to have to do this herself. She would find Lex, and if he really had kidnapped Kara, she would finish what she had started the night he revealed the truth about Supergirl.

She was going to kill him.

[inusmasha]

Mountain Miko on A03

Summary:

In a secluded mountain village run by a society of mysterious women, Kagome, a young initiate, embarks on a transformative journey under the mentorship of their highly esteemed miko, Kikyo

Prologue – A Dark Fairytale 

In the beginning, within a realm where ancient magic held sway, there once lived a man renowned for his ability to weave spells that brought good fortune to those willing to pay. His performances were nothing short of captivating spectacles, drawing in many who gasped in the grandeur of his rituals. Over time, growing more and more powerful by the day, his glittering magical displays began to draw in the curiosity of wealthy patrons far and wide. 

"How do you do it?"

"You need only to give voice to what you desire." 

Over the years the man turned sorcerer grew proud and prouder still, having forgotten what humble beginnings he crawled out of. He wore his wealth on his body, he adorned his beard with sickly sweet smelling oils and lined his fingers with ostentatious rings. In the era of spell making, the Sorcerer had made this life by his own hand...a hand in possession of a certain Jewel. A small nothing looking bead that was easy to miss even though it hung in plain sight. It's presence barely felt, barely a whisper, only a quiet gnawing at the bottom of his being. 

In the dark night, the heavy shadow of some blackguard, from some dying noble house, made its way to the Sorcerer with big news. A big problem that required a big idea. This truly fair and noble family was harboring a plot to unseat the current emperor and had come to him for help to remedy the issue. 

"What you ask is treason."

"What I ask is to entertain possibilities."

Truth be told; if they had the coin then it did not matter what the request was. He would entertain their hypocrisies. They can keep their dull innocence, keep their hands clean, while he did the unseemly. Though it was dangerous to play with this sort of magic, it's practically what it was there for. 

"What say you, Sorcerer?" 

...it has to be you.. only you could do it.. wish maker ..wishmaker.. wish-

A sinister alliance was forged that night, and he sought to orchestrate their rise to power through sinister rites. 

 His displays of enchantment evolved into bloody ceremonies with costly offerings, ranging from the most humble of creatures to majestic beasts. First a sparrow, a snake, a cat, a wolf to lions, tigers, and- it wasn't enough! To ensure their success, the sorcerer needed more potent sources of power, and he turned to darker methods. He began raiding graveyards for human bones, believing that spirits of the deceased would grant him greater strength. However, he soon realized that live human sacrifices to the Jewel would yield even stronger results. 

Of course! 

Yes, there was a war. 

There was an empty seat in an empty dank room. 

Once the new emperor assumed that cold throne for his own, he called for the Sorcerer to come join him at his royal court and to squat on the lap of luxury. That's what those savage acts were for.. but that damn cursed gnawing hunger never left. It wasn't enough. 

And then...Their paths crossed that fateful evening when he was summoned to perform before their Lord. This was it! Oh! His journey had led him to the fair maiden with black silk for hair. The Sorcerer's infatuation with the woman was relentless, an unquenchable burning within him. Her every word, her every glance, fueled this insatiable longing. He wanted her as his bride. 

But alas she did not want him for her heart belonged to-

It did not matter. He would take her.

In his desperation to possess her he believed that the Jewel, his divine potent resource, could make her love him. The Jewel, fatter still, fed on his fixation. He hated her. He loved her. He hated her. He loved her. The Jewel had never tasted something so sickly sweet. 

"You need only to give voice to what you desire." 

He wished for the woman.

In a final, frenzied act, he sought to give the Jewel a tangible form, giving it arms and legs in which to carry out the deed. Not as some caricature but as something living, with blood and bones. 

"..This flesh is your flesh, these hands your hands!"

At the altar, with great suffering, he relinquished what little was left of his human to the bloody pearl. This was the deep dark material in which miracles sprang forth. He would conjure heaven.. but in the morning there was nothing but the cold dank air, and ash. The fate of both he and the now missing maiden was shrouded in mystery. The ending to this story is always the same.

Now, the Jewel, revered and closely guarded, rests within the new emperor's grasp. It's true nature forgotten. Though the emperor may hold suspicions about the Sorcerer's demise, he chose to remain oblivious of the perils. The relic remained concealed, subject to constant study that often exacted a grim toll and a long list of names never to be spoken of. The Jewel passes from one ruler to the next, as an heirloom of both great power and who's hunger continues to shape the endless road of petty human conflict. 

And we exist in its consequence.   

Many generations pass and eventually the one named Midoriko is born.

[notes-in-the-margins]

👀👀👀

[honey-floret]

Prologue

(CW// Transphobia, Injury, Gore)

***Bzzt***

This is Charlie, November, Sierra Fang of Serpens hailing Cosmic Navy station Papa Zero Victor Seven. Request permission to take off for patrol of the India Charlie 2391 cluster, over.

***Bzzt***

This is Cosmic Navy station Papa Zero Victor Seven, acknowledged Fang of Serpens, you are clear for take off. Heard a bogey was last seen somewhere in the vicinity of Hotel Delta 61005. Find out what it is and report back. Happy hunting. Over.

***Bzzt***

Roger Papa Zero Victor Seven, will do. This is Fang of Serpens out.

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The engines of the patrol ship roared to life as the Fang of Serpens began undocking procedures. All hands manned their posts as the space station's magnetic mooring locks released the ship back into the void of space. A few blasts of the ships guiding thrusters and the ship was on its way. The Jump drive spooled over and the whole jump lurched ahead. Once its heading was established the command bridge crew relaxed.

"So a bogey eh? There's not much out here but gas and rocks. I don't know why the big wigs back in the Sol system even moved half the navy out here. There's jack all!" Complained gunnery sergeant Louis Gibson.

"You shut your mouth, this is the best posting I've had since I joined the Cosmic Navy," replied Comms Officer Lucas Anderson, "Nothing but flying around doing nothing. Better than being in a fire fight with rebelling miners in the middle of an asteroid belt."

"What I wouldn't give for a good scrap. You're such a fucking wuss Anderson!" Chimed in the pilot, from her tank, Chief Flight Control Officer Alexandra Aetos, the ship jiggled a bit with her movement. "Flying around doing nothing is the opposite of why I joined up. I love the thrill of a dogfight, weaving through debris and death. There's nothing like it."

"At least I'm not a psycho like you two!" Anderson spat back.

"What you mean like that freak of a brother of yours? Flying around space in that hunk of junk freighter of his, thinking he's a woman because 'oh he feels like it'. What you want to join him? You're one to call someone else a psychopath Anderson." Aetos said with venom in her voice, "Joining the Cosmic Navy and not wanting to participate in combat, that's certainly a good look. Perhaps you're just like your faggot sibling?"

Anderson was about to unbuckle himself from his seat and drag Aetos of her tank and show her just how wrong she was when the commanding officer of the Fang of Serpens, Captain Nolan Tian, cut in, "That's enough, we have a job to do and I won't let my officers kill each other. We should be on high alert, there's been reports of civilian and Cosmic Navy ships going missing over the last couple of weeks. So, no Mr. Anderson, this isn't as pleasant of a cruise as you think it is. The big brass haven't told anyone why we're here, just to be wary of enemy vessels. Perhaps the pirates that raid this area of space have become more organized than they last thought, or maybe it's another rebellion. Whatever it is we need to be ready for anything got it?"

"Aye aye Captain!" The bridge crew shouted in unison.

"Good. Now Ms. Aetos keep on your heading, and Mr. Anderson, please radio me when we get close to our destination. I'm going to my office to catch up on some reports." With that the Captain left the bridge.

"That's right Anderson! Get back to listening to your comm channels and let the Captain know when we arrive." Sneered Gibson.

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It took a several at full speed for the Fang of Serpens to reach the ships destination, a solar system comprised of a young yellow dwarf star, and a large debris disk surrounding it. A belt consisting of dust, ice and many asteroids. The whole area resembling a massive moth.

"Fuck, this area is going to be tricky to navigate. Whatever bogey Command thinks is there is probably well hidden, it's practically a labyrinth." Cursed Aetos.

"Didn't you ask for a challenge Aetos? But oh no this isn't combat so it isn't as exciting is it?" Teased Anderson.

"Shut up Anderson don't you have a job to do?"

"Alright, alright," Anderson flipped a switch on their console and place their headset on, "Captain Tian to the bridge, we've arrived at our destination."

It didn't take too long for Captain Tian to arrive on the bridge. "Let's see what we're working with...," he pulled up a command console and inspected the screen, "Looks like we have our work cut out for us. Be on guard anything can be lurking in that cloud. Ms. Aetos bring us in. Mr. Anderson I want you to search different radio frequencies. See if there's any chatter out there. Alert me if you find something."

As the Fang of Serpens slowly descended into the debris field, a seed of worry started to grow in Andersons stomach. It could have been the immense sheets of ice and rock that drifted by, it could have been the nature of the mission. He could worry later, right now he has a job to do. He started flipping different buttons and switches on his console listening for anything. He heard between different crew members on the ship, talking about what they were going to do with their upcoming shore leave, nothing unusual there. But, they shouldn't be using shipboard channels for personal communication, he cut in and scolded them. He flipped to another channel, this time old radio waves from earth from several centuries ago. Advertisements for long discontinued products, music that Anderson would consider classical, radio shows about dead celebrities. Anderson enjoyed listening to these old broadcasts when he could, and listened in for a couple of minutes.

As he listened to a song about a woman named Helena, that the radio DJ called a golden oldie, the ship continued its journey into the icy labyrinth. Every so often, the hull would creak and moan as as the ship passed close to parallel asteroids. When the song was finished he flipped another switch to listen to what the space outside sounded like. The sounds of the great void were always haunting, the screeches and screams of distance nebula, the howling winds of far off planets. There was a certain beauty to them. The noises outside were familiar to him, but this time was something else mingled in with them. It almost sounded like a melody, echoing off the ice and debris. He flipped some more switches to try and isolate the sound, the melody became clearer. It was definitely music with a constant hum underneath it. That definitely shouldn't be there.

He thought about calling the Captain over to listen to the melody but something inside stopped him. It told him the right course of action was to investigation all channels, if there was a melody there might also be a ship nearby. He flipped more buttons and switches on his board. Static and more static, the buzz of the Fang of Serpens engines, a foreign tongue, radio chatter of other Cosmic Navy ships light years away.... wait.. what was that? He flipped back, a foreign tongue? Something completely unrecognizable. Whatever it was, the voices sounded alien. He looked at his monitor to try and pinpoint the distance between the ship and the voices. He did some calculations and oh, oh fuck, the signal was right on top of them.

Before he was able to get a word out, the ship lurched as it hit something, or perhaps something hit it. Alarms started going off as parts of the hull started to decompress. Sparks erupted as panels and wiring exploded around the command bridge.

***Bzzt***

In his ears he heard screams and shouts coming from all decks. Some great tendril had pierced right through the ships armour. Something.. something about being boarded. He turned his attention back to the bridge, someone was yelling at him. It was Aetos; she had gotten out of her tank and was in the process of dragging him out of his seat. He looked down at his body, there was a spike of metal poking out of his leg, that's.. that's not supposed to be there. He tried to mumble something as Aetos slung him over her shoulder, and raced down the hallway out of the bridge.

They only made it to the next deck down before they could hear the screams, and moans? As the lights flickered around them, Anderson heard the words "Fucking hell!" Leave Aetos's lips as something grabbed her leg from beyond the darkened hallway. He fell to the ground hitting his head hard as Aetos was rapidly dragged off. As the world slowly turned to darkness around him, he gazed down the hallway and saw a mass of tendrils slithering towards him....

[vvyvernicus]

The Fractured Thread

Prologue Release!

Summary:

A girl wakes up in Twisted Wonderland with amnesia—but her head is filled with bizarre knowledge about everything except her own life. Surrounded by the teenage variants of infamous villains, she must rely on her wits and wariness to survive in a school where trust is a dangerous gamble.

This edition promises a less optimistic and cynical version of Yuu.

There's only one chapter out now, but I'm really excited to share this with whoever wants to come along for the ride!

Link below ⬇️

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61976638/chapters/158484160

More on this AU can be found on my profile by searching "The Fractured Thread".

Some additional notes I want to share here that are better off said in print instead of just in the Tumblr tags:

🕸️ Yuu is kind of an asshole.

🕸️ There will be romance, but it's not the main focus of this fic.

🕸️ Warning for those with arachnophobia in later chapters.

🕸️ Many, many references to all things related to Disney and lore far removed from the world of Twisted Wonderland.

🕸️ Expect chapters to be an average of 5k or longer.

[evilasiangenius]

Sneak Preview: The Canterbury Tales Roadtrip

Aziraphale carried Crowley into the inn. The demon was still dead asleep and wrapped up – even his face was entirely hidden in the folds of Aziraphale’s hyacinth-colored cloak, and the angel resisted the temptation to push that fur-lined wool back just a little bit so that he could stroke the demon’s dark curling hair.

“I’m sorry, you can’t bring in anyone sick!” the innkeeper began, moving to block the way.

“Oh no, he’s not sick at all. He’s quite healthy, through and through. I doubt the plague could even touch him. Besides, this. This. Er, this is…” Aziraphale panicked for a moment, trying to think up an excuse. “This is…erm, this is…this is my son!”

“I’m not his son,” Crowley’s voice was muffled from beneath the enshrouding cloak.

“Ha ha, that’s exactly the kind of backchat a son would say. My son. These young folks and their jests, really. Now now, my child, behave or I might accidentally drop you.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Quiet, child. The adults are talking.”

Crowley gasped in outrage.

“Anyhow, the poor child fell asleep on my horse, which reminds me, if you could send someone to make sure my palfrey’s watered and fed, I’d appreciate it. I can handle the grooming myself–”

“Did you say horse?” The innkeeper’s ears pricked up at the suggestion of wealth, and then he inspected Aziraphale a little more closely, from the cream-colored silk velvet of his long calf-length pleated houppelandes, the sleeves fashionably scalloped and trimmed with the same pale blue-gray fur lining of the hyacinth cloak to the low slung belt with elaborate metal ornaments of gold-chased bronze and hanging tassels of silk, among which hung a heavy purse. “Come in, come in! Please, did you want a room? You’ll be wanting a room, we got the very best rooms for a man of your standing, Sir…?”

“Ahem, if you must know, I am a knight. Sir Aziraphale, a knight of the crown,” Aziraphale said, resting his hand upon a hilt made of white horn and bound with golden silk cord. “As you can see by my sword.”

“Oh, so that’s what was poking my back,” Crowley said softly, just loud enough for Aziraphale to hear.

Aziraphale went bright red. “And my son who is my squire.” He drew Crowley a bit closer, and whispered into the demon’s ear. “Don’t make me drop you.”

“Yes, I’ll behave. Daddy,” Crowley laughed, looking up into Aziraphale’s flustered, consternated face.

[knightprincess]

Scars (Commander Wolffe x Jedi Reader) - Prologue

Words: 1.1k Synopsis: Time doesn't heal all wounds, sometimes, there's too much hurt, too much pain to forget. Sometimes, scars are left behind. Scars that remind us the past is real. Everyone knows Love is the death of Duty. Pronouns Used: She/Her - (Y/N) also used Also On: Wattpad, Quotev, AO3 and Inkitt

The Clone Wars were a cruel, tragic, and devastating event that affected countless lives. Many lost their homes, their loved ones, their faith, and even their lives. Both the Clones and the Jedi fought and sacrificed selflessly in a war that they didn't choose to be a part of. They did everything they could to protect strangers across the galaxy, who would never even bother to learn their names or show any gratitude for their heroic actions. During the war, both the Clones and the Jedi faced many restrictions. The Clones were not allowed to enjoy even the simplest of pleasures and were treated as nothing more than mere products instead of the brave soldiers they truly were. They had fewer rights than even the convicts in the Republic prisons. The Jedi, on the other hand, were bound by their code, prohibiting them from forming any human attachments or loving anyone. They were not allowed to express basic human emotions for fear of falling to the dark side.

Despite that, though, love still somehow flourished. Clones managed to find a semblance of peace away from the battlefield in the arms of another, even if it was only for a few short hours. If they were lucky, it lasted longer. The Jedi found solace in the arms of the troopers they fought side by side with on the never-ending rotation of merciless battlefields and warzones. 

Most Clones and Jedi, in some sort of relationship, had a tendency to keep them secret, if only to avoid the scrutiny of their peers and the judgment of those who would so quickly look down upon them for wanting the simple pleasures of life. Most, if not all, of them, hid their devotion out of fear of what would happen if discovered. None of them wanted to imagine the horrors that awaited. Nor the idea of being ripped away from each other for the simple crime of wanting to love someone, of wanting to be loved, of wanting to feel more than being a warrior meant to die on the battlefield. A prisoner without chains. 

CC-3636 was one of the most respected Clone Commanders, gifted with a strategic mind and brothers he could count on for anything. Preferring to be called Wolffe, he was looked upon as a role model by many cadets. Close with his Jedi General Plo Koon, but haunted by the traumas of the war, scared even to get close to someone outside those apart of the famed Wolf pack, for fear he would lose them. He feared the Malevolence nightmare repeating with others he let himself care for. Despite that, he cares deeply for his brothers and respects Plo above all others. Many times, Wolffe had been faced with a cruel decision, forced to choose between the lives of his brothers; every time, he'd save as many as he could and never forgot the names of those he lost. 

After losing his eye to Ventress, he gained a new coldness, especially to the children of Dathamir. Although he'd admit they were few and far between, it didn't prevent his distrust in them. His distrust tainted even the purest of intentions, making him suspicious of even the gentlest acts of kindness. 

One of the most known Jedi Generals was (Y/N) Black, commonly referred to as a Princess General by many clones or simply Princess by several of her fellow Jedi. She was Dathomirian, a Night Sister similar to Asajj Ventress. Strong in the force with a talent for breaking or bending the rules, a friend to everyone, and one of the biggest supporters of Clone Rights. As a General, she was battle-tested, clever, and always had plans and backups in case anything went wrong. If one of her bright ideas was risky, the only life in danger was her own. She trusted her men, respected them, and valued their lives above her own. There was never a time when she'd called a trooper by their identification number. Instead, she called them by their chosen names, friends, or, in some cases, affection nicknames in various languages.

Everything had been selectively normal or as close to normal as the war could get. (Y/N) had returned to Coruscant with her legion 916th Battalion. Their last assignment to the outer rim had been a particularly nasty one, even more so upon the discovery that the republic information had been detrimentally wrong. The locals had been caught in the crossfire, many injured and killed, and in the end, they were forced to retreat, the droid reinforcements being too much for one lone Jedi and batallion to handle. 

Although (Y/N) hated admitting defeat with a passion, she did what was best for her troopers; once again, she had put them before the often pointless and corrupt demands of the Jedi Council and Senate. Upon returning to Coruscant, she wished her troopers a fond farewell before leaving for the Temple, mourning the loss of those who hadn't made it and wishing a speedy recovery for those who had been injured. As usual, she gave her normal line of "Stay out of trouble." 

As per usual (Y/N)'s arrival at the temple was expected. As soon as she entered the city-sized structure, she was swept to the communications center to be debriefed and hounded with questions that only served to wear down her already thin patients further, as well as question the overall intelligence of the council members interrogating her. Despite her desire to speak her mind, she kept her snide comments and obvious frustrations to herself, at least until she made it back to the safety of her quarters, where she could release her pent-up anger and frustration in privacy. Or that would have been the plan had she not been informed of a request by Master Plo. He asked for her assistance in the mid-rim. 

"I will inform my troopers," commented (Y/N), already feeling down about having to spoil the well-earned shore leave break.

"Not your men, Black, just you," quickly corrected Mace Windu, seeing her uncertainty; no doubt she still remembered what happened the last time another took control of her boys. The inexperienced Jedi knight had become lousy with the power and all but played god with the trooper's lives, cost so much all because he refused to listen to the advice of Trip, the clone captain who served as (Y/N)'s second. 

"I will leave on the marrow," replied (Y/N) before leaving to return to her quarters, exhaustion seemingly jumping her the moment she passed the threshold, her mind turning lousy too, as if it was already in shutdown mode to prepare her for the horrors that waited for her. Upon completing her normal routine, she soon got comfortable, drifting off slowly, at least before the intruding thoughts began to bug her. 

Working with her Master again would bring its own challenges. With Master Plo came Commander Wolffe, the battle-worn trooper with a known hatred of her kind. As (Y/N) tried to drift off, her thoughts turned to the struggles both would face. She was used to being judged with fear by strangers. She was used to being called a witch even when she wasn't one. But being hated because of the actions of another wasn't something she was used to; it was a challenge in and of itself, as would be working with the commander in question. After all, in his mind, she was no different than Ventress; she was the enemy, too. 

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[cutelittleexo]

Uh, hey. Attempting at starting a DCA fic. Please give it a read? Feedback is greatly appreciated.

[hosiergay]

I'm thinking of uploading the first/ second chapter of my fic already...

I've never done that before. I always thought I had to have the whole thing ready before I posted it, just so if something changes later on, I can fix the earlier chapters accordingly. But I see that most people don't do that and actually post as they write.

If you write fic, what do you do?/ what advice do you have?

[natsuki208]

After such a long wait (I apologise for it) the second chapter of my prologue is finally out!

[lyneydamagikman]

Y'ALL THE PROLOGUE IS OUT!!!

Yippie, my wroef fanfiction is here and is now out on Ao3!