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13. Detective AU 48. Fake Dating - Rey(a) and Hael go

See here: some of my favorite aus ever (which isn’t saying much since i love them all but).  Seeing as that I ALREADY have this AU sort of in the process of writing, adding Fake Dating……..definitely would be to lure a criminal out of hiding.  Maybe they target certain couples or people?  Or Rey(a) and Hael have to go an exhibition/show/party, where they need to blend in and get information subtly.

On a less dramatic note: someone else is crushing hard on one of them at work, so they ask the other to pretend to be their partner so the other person can fuck off.  It leads to a staff party where people bring their significant others, so they go with each other and thus everyone thinks they’re dating.  I love it.

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just once i wanna put the blade of my sword under a pretty boy’s chin and tilt their head up so i can see both fear and arousal in their eyes is that too much to ask

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When you spend so much time hiding behind darkness, you’ll soon find yourself becoming it.

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Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP

Rules: Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story. 

Historical AU 

Royal AU 

Modern AU 

Coffee Shop AU 

Bar/Restaurant AU 

Bookshop AU 

Florist AU  

Hospital AU 

Dance AU 

Airport/Travel AU 

Neighbour AU 

Roommate AU 

Detective AU 

Bodyguard AU 

Criminal AU 

Prison AU 

War AU 

Circus AU 

Summer Camp AU 

Teacher AU 

Dystopian AU 

Space AU 

Performer AU 

Soulmate AU 

Fairy Tale AU 

Massage Fic  

Sick/Injured Fic 

Proposal Fic  

Wedding Fic  

Holiday Fic  

Birthday Fic 

Pregnancy Fic  

Baby Fic 

Vacation Fic  

Bathtub Fic 

Text/Letter Fic 

Coming Out Fic   

Grief Fic  

Survival/Wilderness Fic  

Almost Kiss 

First Kiss 

The Big Damn Kiss 

Dance of Romance  

Flowers of Romance 

Chocolate of Romance  

Blind Date  

Not a Date  

Fake Dating 

Fake Married 

Arranged Marriage  

Accidentally Married 

Marriage of Convenience 

Mutual Pining 

Secret Relationship  

Established Relationship 

Awful First Meeting 

Forgotten First Meeting  

Accidental Eavesdropping  

Interrupted Declaration of Love 

Poorly Timed Confession 

Love Confession 

Love Confessor (Character A confessing their love for Character B to Character C)  

Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple 

Star Crossed Lovers  

It’s Not You, It’s Me 

It’s Not You, It’s My Enemies  

Character in Peril 

Heroic Sacrifice 

Flirting Under Fire 

Locked in a Room 

Twenty-Four Hours to Live  

Stranded on A Desert Island 

Stranded Due to Inclement Weather 

Huddling for Warmth 

Bed Sharing  

Did They or Didn’t They? 

In Vino Veritas  

Above the Influence  

Anger Born of Worry  

Green-Eyed Epiphany  

The Missus and the Ex 

Second Love  

Intimate Artistry  

Married to the Job  

Innocent Physical Contact 

I Didn’t Mean to Turn You On 

Aroused By Her Voice  

Erotic Dreams 

First Time 

Unexpected Virgin 

PWP 

Kink 

Makeovers 

Hair Brushing/Braiding 

Sleep Intimacy 

Scars  

Time Travel  

Curses 

Magical Accidents 

Accidentally Saving the Day   

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Demon hunter: I’ve sacrificed everything! What have you given?

Death Knight: This is so sad alexa play despacito

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by Nate Bittinger

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by wonderpulp http://ift.tt/1vqdDVf

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When we hold each other, in the darkness, it doesn’t make the darkness go away. The bad things are still out there. The nightmares still walking. When we hold each other we feel not safe, but better. ‘It’s all right,’ we whisper, ‘I’m here, I love you.’ and we lie: ‘I’ll never leave you.’ For just a moment or two the darkness doesn’t seem so bad.

Neil Gaiman

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You are worth more than every drop of starlight in this universe.

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Raising the dead is not a healthy coping mechanism

Source

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The War’s End

The portal closes and Reya stumbles, feet hitting cold metal and stone.  His chest burns.  Gritting his teeth, he pushes forward, sprinting as if the hounds of the Legion snap at his heels.  Every step rings and echoes, a tolling bell in the light-less hall.

Click, click, click--Eyes upon him and watching.  Something waiting at the far end.

Reya clenches his jaw.  There’s a prayer at the back of his head and a lingering promise breaking.

Dear King.  Grant him this.  He may not be Rey.  Or Wraith.  But he’s no fool.  No matter what the Blade thinks.  No matter what the Forsaken think.

He’s no pawn.  

He’s a Knight.

Reya skids to a stop.  Glittering ice meets his gaze.  He’s running out of time.  There’s a hound on his heels made of Light and he has no weapon but the dog’s own.  The icy wall stands impassive to his plight, no remorse, no mercy.

Dear King.  He knows you’ve been calling through dreams and echoes in sewers.  He knows that when Rey walked to his first interrogation, it was you that whispered steps and ice.  He knows that there’s only one reason he’s here, that the portal still works, that he can run these halls without dying.

Dear King.  He knows the loyalty demanded.  He knows what Rey will give.  He knows who holds their heart.  He knows the hands that feed him.

Dear King.

Please.

Reya sets his hand against the ice.  Cold.  Nothing.

All at once the wall shatters.  Shards cut his cheeks, blood trickling like tears down his face.  Beyond more void lies and he falls.

The portal closes and wind strikes at Reya’s blood-stained face.  Snow buries his boots to the knee and twenty paces to his left, he knows there’s an outcropping buried.  Fifty paces head, he knows a pitfall would trip his unwary feet.

He knows if he looks to his right, he’ll see shadow scars on dark cliff stone.  He’ll see the wounds left in a war left undone, of a fight he has now, finally, come to end.

Reya lifts his gaze and meets the ghostly blue of Kion’s glare.  His chin lifts and Reya squares his jaw.

“I ask we speak on a neutral ground.” He demands and Kion laughs.

“A little late for that, isn’t it?” Kion tilts his head, scarred lip curling into a smile that still haunts Rey’s dreams.

Reya shakes his head. “I want to speak with you.  And Rey.”

Kion pauses, staring.  In a second, the dark valley turns to the winds of the Shadowlands, and Kion stares with eyes made of void.  Reya looks to his left and Rey stands small at his side, face pinched and hurt.

He doesn’t think twice of sliding his own ghostly hand into Rey’s.

They were ready.

Kion had asked for a decision.

Reya had his.

Rey bit his lip and took a deep breath of spectral air.  Reya had always known his own.  It is Rey that lingered and waited.  It is Rey that waits for the dead, always.

Always.

Reya’s hand is cold and small in his own.  It’s a wisp of what could be.

Rey still dreams where could be’s are real.  

But he’s tired.

And he loves too much.

Always.

Kion knows the two outcomes like the back of his hand.  He knows where the executioner’s axe could fall.  He knows that there would only be one survivor.

He knows this through the screaming that replace his thoughts.  He knows this beneath the whispers.  He knows this beneath the Light.

Once upon a time, he might have dreamt.

Not anymore.

They fight.  They must.  All three of them in the shadow of the valley of their past.  Screaming and crying and raging against ghosts of their own.  Reya sees a child lost in the woods and a young boy willing to guide him home.  Rey sees an empty alley and blood in his teeth and a young man hoping to set him free.  Kion sees a pair in one body and the fireplace of a shared hearth.

What would Blackwell ever think of this?

One of them will have to tell the man that raised them all.  One or two.

One body survives.

They stand.

They breathe.

They live.

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Happy Halloween. Some spooky looking trails I ran on Sunday morning.

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my heart feels safe with you. it’s like it’s known you since the universe began.