also i look like i got lost in the forest for a couple months

Ok but please consider sincerely three having date nights once a week and alternating who picks the date like first week is Evan, next is Connor, then Jared, and then all three of them agree on something special at the end of every month (because lowkey they probably got together near the end of a month and thats kind of how they celebrate their love)

it gets long and gay oops

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I have heterochromia.

My mom has it too, only hers is sectoral heterochromia. A part of her left eye is brown while most of it is blue. Mine’s complete. My right eye is brown, the left is blue. As a kid I’d get the most excited reaction out of the adults-

“His eyes are so beautiful!”

“Wow, they’re different colors!”

“How stunning!”

I’d like to say that my eyes are only one part of myself, that it’s just a slice of the pie that makes up me. But really, the only fascinating part of myself is the heterochromia. I’m average in grades. Height. Strength. IQ. Not much stunning charisma either- I tend to stick to myself.

But in the end, it’s my eyes that saved my life. And maybe the lives of a few others.

The killings started my sophomore year. A young couple going out to smooch in their car was found dead, mangled by some wild beast. Their faces had been eaten off, their tongues ripped out, and their eyes completely gone.

I didn’t know them, they went to the private school. All the same, the stories started up about the Gosbecks Knoll Beast.

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“Forget" Negan x Reader

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Negan x Reader

Request: Can I make a Negan x reader request? So like where Negan is injured or something and the reader finds him unconscious on the side of the road and takes him to her house to patch him up. When he wakes up Negan has temporarily lost his memory so he stays at the reader’s place. Whilst she takes care of him she falls in love with him, but is terrified that he doesn’t feel the same and will just leave her when he gets his memory back. Thank you!!!

Warnings: Language. Blood. Mentions of death. Alcohol usage. Implied smut. Some inappropriate conversations/talk of sex. Fluff

Originally posted by fallenhuntersx

“Fuck!” You hear a voice yell from a distance. There are a few other male voices that follow, but they are incoherent.

You stop in your tracks, cocking your head in the direction of the yelling. Part of you begins to feel worried- the yelling was going to attract walkers, and the last thing you needed was to fight a herd of walkers alone. You’re out hunting a mile away from your house, and you don’t have enough bows with you to take on very many.

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Because of your love


In a world, six thousand years ago, the time after the Ice Age and before the cultivation of the earth, when Fiore was covered in magnificent trees, a young man and a young woman are running for their lives. Will they find love along the way? / NaLu au, WARNING: smut scene

There was a chasm
There was a mountain
Even when my lost heart
Was unlovable
You spread Your arms out
You laid Your life down for me
Now I’m set free
Now my heart sings

A lightning sliced the gray sky. A terrible thunder followed right after so suddenly that all the animals on the trees and on the earth trembled terrified and hurried to hide themselves in their hollows. The branches of the magnificent pines were now drooping heavily to the ground, as if even they were worried about the upcoming storm. Above the forest a second lightning flashed between the dark, threatening clouds, creating the illusion of a furious, snake-like creature, which was spewing thunders and fire.

Two human figures were racing through the forest as fast as the tall bushes and grasses were letting them. The figures wore mantled with housings and wide hoods protected their faces from the raindrops. If someone could look at them right now he would have thought that they were running from something. And he would have been right because the two figures were desperately trying to reach one of their hideouts, which was going to keep them safe from the storm… and from other terrifying creatures.

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Fic: Imaginary Friends (Chapter 1)

Title: Imaginary Friends
Summary: Nothing’s AU … except that Dan and Phil have been appearing in each other’s dreams since childhood without realizing it because they’re soulmates. Everything on the outside looks like the reality we’re used to irl.
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1040 (this chapter)
Tags: Soulmates, AU, But Kind of Not AU, Except That There’s Magic, Certainly Not a Typical Soulmates AU, Dreams, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers
Author’s Note: Months ago, an anon requested that I write “a soulmates AU.” I’ve never read any soulmate AUs, but the prompt got me thinking … so this is sort of an AU, and it’s sort of about soulmates, but it’s not what most people would probably call “a soulmates AU,” because it’s my own weird take on the concept. It jumps around in time, and also between waking and dreaming, but I hope things will be clear.
Fic also available on AO3 here

[Masterlist of all Imaginary Friends chapters on Tumblr]

Chapter 1: The Shadow Boy

Phil woke slowly, his brain still fogged by sleep, still half in the dream with the shadow.

He used to call his recurring dream friend “the shadow boy,” but that had been long ago, back when it had all started, back when he’d been only a boy himself. Now he just thought of his dream friend as “the shadow.” And this was the first shadow dream he’d had in a few months, so he found himself reluctant to wake, wanting to cling to those last lingering moments of the dream that were quickly fading away. The shadow dreams were always his favorites.

He pulled the duvet up to his chin and snuggled into it, thinking back on what he could remember of the dream. The shadow had seemed sad, Phil thought, and he wondered what that meant about his own psyche. Why would his subconscious make his shadow friend sad tonight, when Phil himself had gone to bed fairly happy? Why had he dreamt about the shadow at all, instead of dreaming about the cute girl who’d been flirting with him at Louise’s party last night?

Strangely, it wasn’t the girl’s face he imagined as he closed his eyes and pressed his head into the pillow, wrapping the duvet more tightly around himself against the morning chill. Instead, he imagined the familiar presence of his dream friend, and he wished he could comfort the shadow. He hoped that in the dream he had, at least a little bit.

By the time he shuffled toward the kitchen in search of a bowl of cereal, he’d left imaginary childhood friends behind in the quiet corners of his mind and the warm folds of the bedclothes. Dan looked up from the sofa, laptop on his lap, dark circles under his eyes.

“Did you go to bed at all?” Phil asked with a worried, knowing sigh.

Dan shrugged. “I slept a couple hours, I think.”

Phil sat on the arm of the sofa in his pajamas and rested a hand on Dan’s shoulder, making him look up. “We don’t have anything we really have to do today, so maybe you can catch a nap or something.”

Dan nodded absently, turning back to his laptop screen, and Phil went in search of breakfast, trying not to worry about his brooding flatmate. He wondered if maybe some Miyazaki might cheer Dan up a bit. They hadn’t watched Totoro in a while. The thought of Totoro’s magical forest made him think of the shadow again, just a hint of a whisper of a thought, but then it flickered away under the bright lights of the kitchen, and the real world intruded again, and his shadow was gone.

Phil couldn’t remember when the shadow boy first appeared in his dreams. It sort of seemed like he’d always been there, but the first time Phil remembered telling his mum about it was when he was in Year 3, so he must have been about 7 then.

The boy wasn’t a real shadow, of course—that’s just what Phil called him, because he didn’t have a real name. He didn’t always look the same, either, but Phil could always recognize him anyway. Sometimes he looked just like Phil, like looking in a mirror and seeing his own school uniform and his own pale face grinning back at him with the same freckles and everything. Other times, the shadow boy looked like a squirrel running through a forest, and Phil chased him until the shadow boy ran up a tree and laughed at him as Phil jumped and jumped but couldn’t reach him up there until he decided to grow claws and climb up the trunk and the shadow boy squirrel would change into a butterfly and fly away, laughing at him even more.

Sometimes, he was just a speck of light, swirling around Phil’s head or leading him off to show him beautiful things, like the time Phil followed him to an entire field of cornflowers, and he lay flat on the ground and gazed up at the sky, and the shadow boy had transformed from the speck of light into a bright orange fox and had curled up by Phil’s side among the blue flowers and had lay there with him for ages, watching him with warm brown eyes and letting Phil stroke his soft fur.

Phil didn’t always look like himself in the dreams, either—he could look however he wanted. Sometimes he made himself into a bird covered in a whole rainbow of feathers, or even a boy covered in a rainbow of feathers! He could do anything he wanted, but he just usually preferred to look like himself, because then he wouldn’t get lost. He would always be able to find himself again.

The shadow boy didn’t seem to be afraid of getting lost. When Phil asked him why, the shadow boy said it was because he knew Phil would always find him.

The shadow boy didn’t call him “Phil” in the dreams, though, just like Phil didn’t know the shadow boy’s name. They didn’t need names in the dreams, because they just knew each other, knew each other’s souls or hearts or something. They knew each other better than words or names can express, in that way you just sometimes know things in dreams. Phil was just “me,” and the shadow boy was just “you,” and they were just “us” … and it didn’t have to be more complicated than that. No matter what they looked like, no matter what they were called, it was still them, and nobody knew Phil as well as the shadow boy did.

Sometimes he wished the shadow boy was real. He even pretended sometimes, talking to his own shadow on the playground, pretending that it was the boy from his dreams, but he was old enough to know it was all just his own imagination. He understood about dreams, that they weren’t real. And he understood also, even in Year 3, that nobody would ever know him as well as the shadow boy did. He’d never feel that connected to anyone else. Not in the real world. Only in his dreams.

And that’s why the shadow dreams were always his favorites.

Author’s End Note: Let me know what you think, because I know this isn’t my typical kind of story, or even similar to any other stories I’ve read. But maybe this kind of thing is already a trope and I just don’t know about it? At any rate, let me know if you like it! I’ll probably be updating twice a week.

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Let’s Meet At Luke’s Part 3

Catch up on Let’s Meet At Lukes!

                “Yes! Yes you did!” Rory laughed as Dean chuckled, shaking his head. “I do not ever remember telling you I’d watch you walk around a book store and shop for 6 or 7 hours,” Dean said as he looked down at her. Rory smiled softly at him. “Today’s been a lot of fun,” she said as she turned toward him, staring up into his hazel eyes. “You know, Rory, I thought for sure that when I left, I’d never see you again, but, now that I have…” he whispered leaning closer to her.

               Rory smiled and leaned up, their lips inches apart. She could smell the mint he’d sucked on after finishing his cup of coffee. Which, she could still smell a hint of as well; Rory closed her eyes, anxious to feel his lips on hers again. Suddenly, her phone began to ring, causing her to jump back, Dean doing the same as he cleared his throat and rubbed his neck awkwardly. Rory’s eyes were wide as she dug around in her purse pulling her phone out and seeing a missed call from her mother. “Sorry about that,” she said smiling as she shoved her phone back into her purse. “Don’t worry about it, I should get you home anyways,” Dean sputtered as he walked her back to her car. “You know, we should go out again, this was a lot of fun. What are you doing tomorrow night?” Rory asked as they stopped at her car.

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Through the Years

A Namjin story set in a royal!AU

Word count: 2,8k+

Timeline: There’s about a year between each sub-part of this story.

Author’s note: This is the first half of the fic, which includes years one through five (Meeting, Respect, Friendship, Fear and Strength). The second half, which includes years six through ten (Pain, Trust, Promise, Distance and Finale) will be linked here when I post it.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Finale

Originally posted by w-t-f-yes

Year I – Meeting

The chatter was like an ocean of random thoughts, exaggerated anecdotes, shocking gossips and boring, light conversations. He was drowning in it, trying focus on this or that specific exchange, before his attention wandered elsewhere. Social events tended to be monotonous. When he was younger, he used to mix them up. That count’s birthday party, to him, was no different than that general’s wedding. So, he used to wonder, why did he have to attend them both?

Today was his 11th birthday. It was supposed to be a day where he got to enjoy himself… but, as usual, he was stuck in the castle, his duty and reputation above all else. He understood who he was: Kim Namjoon, heir to the kingdom. He was proud of his family name and of his bloodline. He cared about his people. Yet, he couldn’t force himself to like all the facets of his life. He loved to study new cultures and new languages, and he enjoyed looking into political and military tactics. Dressing nicely and trying to remember all the “important people’s” name, though? Not his thing.

“Namjoon,” his mother called out gently. “Come here, dear.”

She was standing next to a woman and a kid - probably the woman’s son. The kid seemed to be about his age, maybe a few seasons older. He had a good posture, and was looking straight into Namjoon’s eyes, a subtle smile on his lips. Namjoon’s steps brought him beside the small group. He bowed to the woman, knowing full well the decorum.

“I am Kim Namjoon,” he stated with a clear, assured voice. “Enchanted to meet you, my lady. May I ask for your name?”

They chatted for a moment, and he learned that the woman’s family, of high standing, had always been close to his. They had slowly lost contact after her familly had moved away, but they were back to the kingdom. The adults began to talk cheerfully, catching up on the years they had spent apart. Namjoon turned to the boy.

“I’m Kim Seokjin, your Highness. Honored to meet you,” the kid said, before Namjoon could place a word. The prince’s eyebrows darted up. People around him tended to wait to be addressed before speaking.

“The honor is mine,” he answered, giving the boy a court nod.

Seokjin leaned into him. “This whole thing is a bit boring, isn’t it?” he murmured.

Kim Namjoon’s eyes widened, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. The boy moved back, grinning.

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Tricked? (Josh x Reader)

This is a request :)
Plot: You are the shy girl in school. Everyone has a crush on Josh including you. What you didn’t know was he also liked you. You both didn’t want to admit it. He soon later tells you but you back off unsure if he was trying to trick you or not.

Readers Point Of View
Here we go again. I just need to get through this last year and I’m off to collage. Me being me I go straight to the spot I always go to when I’m early for school. There was a tree behind the school in the field where I always go to relax and get away from the world.

To get to this spot you needed to go through the whole in the fence and it would lead to an area surrounded by trees. Like a small forest. No one knows about it but me and I wanted to keep it that way.

As I go to this spot I see Josh, the boy everyone liked. A small blonde haired girl was trying to talk to him but Josh looked away looking rather annoyed. He turned his head and saw me. His eyes went wide as he saw me. I took this as a bad sign and walked faster.

“Y/n! Wait up.” Josh called. Getting away from the blonde girls grip.

I started to walk faster than I did before. Wanting to get away from the attention.

“Why, are you walking so fast?” He said while grabbing my arm. I flinched a little. It didn’t hurt I was just frightened. “Oh, sorry.”

“Listen, I gotta go.” I then walked away going to my spot. I felt bad but I couldn’t handle the attention that would come if I talked to him. People would ask questions.

“Oh, okay then.” Mumbling something under his breath sounding sad. 

Okay, now I feel really bad but I need to go. I put my headphones and slowly go on my way. The day was chilly. My oversized sweater was appropriate for this weather. The orange and red leaves spread out across the field making the dull green grass pop out more.

I went through the fence and lied down on the bench that was worn out and damaged but that’s what I liked about it. I stayed like that until the bell rang signaling that it was time to go to first period. I got up and ran towards the school not wanting to be late. I was supposed to go five minutes early but I was to consumed by the music.

First period was boring. The teacher kept on talking about how we should be able to follow the rules at our age. Our school did this thing where they reminded us about the school rules every once a month. While I was sitting there, I felt a someone staring at me and I began to feel very uncomfortable.

I debated looking around and making eye contact. I then proceeded to look around.  My eyes landed on Josh and he seemed to be doing the same. I didn’t know what to do. Act normal Y/n. Wait, how do I act normal? I’m over thinking this.

Thank god the bell rang. I packed all my things and grabbed my bag then got out of there as fast I could. The same cycle repeated until lunch. Well, everything but the whole Josh thing.

Forgetting about lunch I went straight to my spot. For a shy girl It was taking a big risk doing this. It was technically going off school campus. But I was used to it. This time it was lightly raining. I was so lost in my head that when someone tapped my shoulder I screamed. Not loud but it wasn’t quite either.

“Wow, calm down! It’s me Tyler.” He said with wide eyes not expecting me to scream. “Okay, didn’t see that coming.” Tyler chuckled.

“How did you find me? No one knows this place but me.” I was confused as to how he found me.

“Well, that’s not true anymore I guess. Josh told me. This sounds creepy but he kinda watched you a couple times when you go here. I won’t cover him on that.” Tyler laughed. I just blushed. Damn, I must be really red.

“Tyler, not to be rude but what are you doing here?” I was kinda mad that this wasn’t my secret place anymore.

“Oh, I don’t really know. Josh went with some girl and I wanted to come over here and just talk to someone that isn't 'fake’ and only interested in getting in my pants. Oh, and I need advice.” Tyler smiled shyly.

“I’m not that good at advice Tyler. Just warning you now.” I said honestly.

“Its okay. I can’t talk to Josh because he’s always distracted by a girl. He doesn’t like the attention but he says that he needed to get ‘some girl’ out of his mind.” Tyler talked about Josh kinda like he was annoyed.

“And you don’t like that I’m guessing.” Pointing out the obvious.

“No, because if he really liked the girl then he should say something. Honestly, Humans are so confusing.” Tyler sighed. “Tell me about it.” I agreed.

“The bells about to ring, Ill talk to you later.” Tyler smiled showing his teeth.

“Okay, thanks for the talk.” I waved.

“No problem. It was nice talking to you. I really needed it.” He said before walking off.

The rest of the day went by slow. It felt like time went by slower just torture me. When I walked home I hummed along to the song. The day was quite. It rained a little harder but I enjoyed it.  I looked around only to see Josh with headphones in walking on the other side of the road. He hasn’t noticed me yet so I walked faster.

“Y/n! Y/n wait!” I heard Josh call my name. Damn, I was caught. I kept walking pretending that I couldn’t hear him because of the music.

“Wait!” Josh grabbed my shoulders.

“Umm..” I froze taking out my headphones. “Hi?” I said shyly.

He chuckled and that made me blush even harder.

“Hey.” He smiled. “How are you?”

“Umm.. good I guess.” Trying not to freak out.

“Okay, I wanted to tell you something.” He looked nervous.

“Oh god” Not meaning to say that aloud.

“It’s nothing bad. I hope.” He whispered the last heard it anyways. God he was so cute. Shut up Y/n.

“Umm…Okay. I’m just going to say it. I like you, Y/n.” He smiled nervously.

“Oh. Oh. Okay.” Not knowing how to respond.

I didn’t believe him. Tyler said that Josh was hanging out with other girls and just the other day he was kissing some girl in the hallway.

“Is this a prank or something? This isn’t funny Josh but nice try.” I was kinda hurt.

I mean how typical. ‘Lets get the shy girls hopes up and that’ll be funny haha"

“What? No, Its not like that. Y/n I truly mean it.” Josh looked hurt. I just don’t know.

“How can I believe you?” I said unsure.

“You can’t but you can trust me.”

“Josh, I just don’t know.” I turned away. I started to walk but he pulled me back. He reached out and put his hands on my face gently.

“Please?” He looked me in the eyes and his eyes were beautiful. I’ve never noticed them before.

“But those girls?” I questioned.

“They were a distraction. I know it sounds stupid but I thought I could never have you and I couldn’t handle that.” He sounded honest.

“Do you trust me?” he asked. I thought about it for a moment before nodding.

“Good.” He said before pulling me in. I then felt his lips on mine and it was odd. It felt like a romantic cliché movie with the rain. We pulled away. All we could do was smile like an idiot.

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SS. “Alright, I love you.” Pretty please? :) Thank you!

It’s been so long since I got asks so thank you for sending one!! I don’t bite you know. You can go off anon and let me know what you think. It was a pleasant surprise to find this on my box. Hope you enjoy this~

Several days into their now official relationship, Sakura became more open in requesting significant gestures from the dark haired man.

Gestures like cuddling, hugging, holding hands and sometimes kissing —this one taking more effort to request, since it still flustered them both too much. But sometimes it happened without her requesting them, and that was even better.

Sakura was definitely growing greedier as days passed by. She was on cloud nine every time they were close to each other, it left a bubbly feeling inside of her, and for what she could see in the flushed man, she knew he was also feeling funny inside.

It was when Sasuke showed his embarrassed and troubled self that Sakura reminded him how much she loved him, finding something so mesmerizing in watching him unfold before her with his open reactions even more when he heard her tell him how much she loved him. His mismatched pair of eyes showing a faint light in them when he looked at her, it was fascinating to her.

Likewise, a month into their relationship and Sasuke had already figured out the schemes she had pulled every time she pronounced those words to him. Not like it ever bothered him, he was just as amused with his little discovery as she was.

They were both a couple of sweethearts making up for their lost time as they traveled together.

And so Sasuke decided to have some fun as well, opting to reply to her tender confessions with a soft kiss or tightening the grasp in their holding hands instead of his usual “Me too”.

It amused him because Sakura had become used to hearing his voice and ever since he made this little change, he could see in her pouts and sulks how she was slightly disappointed in not hearing a vocal reply.

But Sakura was a fighter, just as stubborn as he was, and soon her intentions became all too clear and not at all discreet.  

“I love you, Sasuke-kun” she commented this time as they walked side by side through the snowy forest, about to enter a small village in search for a place to stay and hide from the night storms.

“Aa” was his reply this time, their hands already holding in an effort to warm Sakura’s cold hands.

“Mou, don’t ‘Aa’ me.”

At her evident frustration, Sasuke suppressed his smirk and opted to bend forward and kiss her crown.

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The Problem with Kagerou Project

The title of this post may make people sort of wary, considering I’m posting this on what is supposed to be a celebratory day, but let me be clear: The problem I have with this series is possibly one of the biggest things that makes me love it and hold it so dear.

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Part 3 of The Potential of Pairs

Here’s the next installment of my little PotterLock. Once again, huge thanks to @darnedchild and @mrsmcrieff for their help and support. Hope everyone is enjoying it so far, it’s still rated T. @mizjoely thanks again for the prompt, this is for you, my friend! Enjoy! ~Lil~

Part 3 - The Progression of Partnerships

She started meeting up with Sherlock several times a week to study or just talk over theories. Usually, they met in the library but sometimes, if the weather permitted, they’d walk to the Black Lake and sit in the sun as they worked. Eventually, their conversations turned to more personal topics, which surprised her the most.

Soon she learned about the ‘detective business’ that Professor Snape had mentioned. It seemed that Sherlock intended to create his own profession upon graduation: Consulting Detective. Molly was fascinated.

There was so much more to him than bluster and beration. He was actually funny when his scathing wit wasn’t directed at her. One of the most surprising things she found out about him, was that he had a deep compassion for animals and magical creatures.

He talked at length about a dog he’d had while growing up. A dog. Not magical beast, but a regular canine, a mut even. What was a Pureblood doing with a Muggle pet?

She knew he wasn’t a typical Slytherin, his closest friends were Gryffindors, for Merlin’s sake. But with each passing day, Molly found out new and, unfortunately for the crush she thought she was over, wonderful things about the wizard.

One day, whilst studying near the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the pair heard a distinct rustling of leaves, then footsteps. Turning to her left, Molly saw a Thestral foal edging close to the clearing where they were seated. The small thing looked frightened and lost (and also a bit terrifying).

Sherlock stood, slowly, carefully and walked toward the creature. “Can you see it, Molly?” he asked, never taking his eyes off the beast.

Yes,” she whispered as she stood. Having been with her mother when she passed, Molly, unfortunately, could indeed see the skeletal creature.

“Amazing, isn’t he?” Sherlock said as he continued to inch forward. “Hand me a bit of ham.”

It took Molly a couple of seconds to realise what he meant, then she picked up one of the sandwiches they’d been nibbling on as they worked, pulled out the meat and slowly walked to her lab partner. “Here,” she said, handing it to him. “It’s a boy?”

He chuckled. “A male, yes.” Nearly reaching the foal, Sherlock stretched out his hand closing the distance and offering it some of the meat.

Molly held her breath, waiting to see how the creature would react. The foal lowered his head, sniffing Sherlock’s hand, then quickly took the proffered snack. Sherlock moved slightly closer and stroked its leather-like skin.

“Come here, Molly. You have to feel this,” Sherlock said.

Slowly, carefully as not to startle it, she stepped closer to them. “Will it let me?”

“Him. And yes. He’s not shy, although he should be.” He took her hand and brought it up to the foal’s nose. “Just be gentle. He doesn’t mind.”

As soon as she touched the creature’s snout, Molly gasped, causing it to take a half a step back.

“Sorry,” she said, pulling away.

“No-no. It’s okay.” Sherlock offered the young Thestral another bit of ham. The creature quickly returned, taking the food and allowing the wizard to touch him. “Let’s get him back to his herd.”

“Shouldn’t I go get Hagrid?” she asked.

“I know where to lead him,” Sherlock replied, then started to walk deeper into the forest.

Molly followed a bit bewildered, but impressed nevertheless. Ten minutes into their journey, she couldn’t take it any longer. “Sherlock, how do you know where to take him?”

He smirked. “Let’s see if you’ve been paying attention, shall we?”

The witch huffed. He had been teaching her about the science of deduction, but Molly just wanted a straightforward answer, not another lesson.

“Come on, Molly. Why would I have such knowledge?”

She considered it for a moment. “You haven’t taken Magical Creatures since fifth year.” Looking around nervously, she added, “Not that Hagrid has ever taken us this deep into the forest before.”

“True. But you’ve clearly been taking the class.”

“Because they added House-elves, vampires and werewolves to the curriculum and I need the course for my apprenticeship. Though I find the distinction of ‘creatures’ insulting.”

“As do I. But they did remove vampires and werewolves from the Dark Arts classes. Baby steps, Hooper. At least they actually treat them at St. Mungo’s now.”

Molly nodded, agreeing with him as she continued to think. The most likely answer was that he would need the knowledge for his future career. Surely solving crimes would involve magical creatures at some point. But if that were the case, why not just take the class? Knowing Sherlock, though, he could simply research what he needed when the time came. No, it wasn’t to do with…

“Molly,” Sherlock whispered as he moved into a clearing. “Stay here and try not to move.”

That’s when she saw it: another Thestral. Only this one was lying on its side, bleeding.

“Wiggy!” Sherlock called out. A second later, a House-elf pop into the clearing.

“Wiggy is here, Master Sherlock!”

“Go get Hagrid, the half-giant. He lives in the gamekeeper’s cottage. Hurry,” he instructed the Elf then it Disapparated.

“What’s wrong with it?” Molly asked as Sherlock moved closer. And where did that Elf come from?

“I don’t know. Come closer, tell me what you think.”

Molly inched towards the injured beast. When she got close enough, she saw several deep claw marks in its side; it also clearly had a broken leg. “It’s been attacked.”

“Yes, but by what?”

Just then the Elf and half-giant reappeared in the clearing.

“What’s goin’ on, Sher… Merlin’s beard! The poor thing! Not again!” Hagrid exclaimed as he knelt next to the injured Thestral.

“What do you mean, not again?” Sherlock demanded.

“There’s somethin’ out here, Sherlock. I found a unicorn colt dead not a week ago.”

“I’m assuming it’s nothing to do with you?” the wizard asked knowingly.

“No! I swear it! I’ve not been gamblin’ in months!”

“And you told the Headmistress?”

Hagrid nodded as he gently tended to the creature.

“Will she live?” Molly asked.

“If I’m quick and I have a little help.”

“Molly…” Sherlock said, looking at her pointedly.

“I don’t know anything about healing animals!”

“I can do some of it, but my magic’s not strong enough,” Hagrid explained. “Yer takin’ Poppy’s class, aren’t ya?”

“Yes, but…”

“Come on, Miss Hooper. We’re gonna fix her right up.”

Thirty exhausting minutes later the Thestral was… better. Hagrid said she would live and that he would look after her and her foal, but Molly was worried. She expressed as much to Sherlock on the way back to the castle.

“She’ll be fine, Molly. You did well,” he said with a smile.

“I didn’t realise how cold it had gotten.” She wrapped her arms around herself.

“You used quite a bit of energy, both physical and magical. Here,” he said as he removed his cloak and put it over her shoulders.

Gathering it closer, Molly took a deep breath. Gods! It smelt of him. She had been trying to stave off her crush for weeks, to no avail. It was coming back with a vengeance. “Thanks.”

“That House-elf, who was he?” she asked a few minutes later.

“Wiggy? He’s my personal Elf. Been with me since I was a boy.”

“And you can call him, even here?”

“Yes. Though I rarely do. Time was of the essence, I’m afraid. I’m sure he appreciated it. He gets so bored at the manor.”

Molly rolled the word ‘manor’ around in her head. Her family wasn’t by any means poor, but upper middle class in the Muggle world and wealthy Pure-blood wizards were about a million miles apart.

“We, Molly Hooper, have a mystery to solve,” Sherlock said, pulling her out of her thoughts.


“Of course! You’ll make an excellent assistant!”

Molly often wondered if Snape was conducting some sort of social experiment for his own amusement with his strange match-ups. The man was brilliant, if not a bit sadistic, surely he had his reasons… right? She had heard all the tales of his exploits during the war and even if only half of them were true, the wizard must have been able to read people better than most. Why then had he paired them all off in such a manner?

Some were doing fine, of course. Sally and Philip seemed to be getting along, for the most part. Though the Hufflepuff wizard did cower from time to time under the stern glare of the witch, but their potions rarely failed. Mike and Irene, oddly enough, were getting on famously. Molly had always found her Housemate a bit shy and lacking in confidence. Since the start of term, however, he was noticeably more self-assured and had been spending an inordinate amount of time with the slutery Slytherin. Molly distantly wondered if they were brewing something other than potions in their spare time. Meena and that Dimmock bloke, who Molly barely knew, were also doing quite well. Meena mentioned that both her and Daniel’s grades had improved since they’d started working together, which was surprising. Her best friend had always disliked Potions even more than Molly.

The other three pairs, however, were having some major issues.

Jim and Mary didn’t exactly seem to be fast friends, for instance, but Mary was far too cool-natured to let the slimy Slytherin get to her. Frankly, Molly thought that the Gryffindor chaser was slowly driving Moriarty crazy with her ability to seem unaffected. He was used to getting a rise out of people. Though she wouldn’t admit it, Molly often enjoyed watching the byplay during the sometimes stressful class.

The most dangerous combination by far was John Watson and Sebastian Moran. Molly was just waiting for the day that the two would end up dueling in the middle of class. Though most of the pairings made sense, in an odd sort of way, this one was just plain scary. Moran was a loose cannon if there ever was one and John, a Gryffindor through and through, clearly had no stomach for the Slytherin’s devious ways. Professor Snape had broken up fist fights between the feuding wizards three times by the middle of November. Thankfully, no wands had been drawn… yet.

Greg usually spent most of the class period ignoring Kitty. Molly knew the Gryffindor quite well and she knew he was too much of a gentleman to tell the Hufflepuff off, but his girlfriend wasn’t. Just after the Christmas hols, Molly was witness to an entertaining confrontation between Sally and Kitty in the hallway before class.

Oi, Kitty-Cat!” the witch called out.

Riley turned. “What do you want, Donovan?”

Sally stalked up to the ginger. “I’m going to say this slowly and use very small words so that you can follow. If you don’t get your act together and stop screwing around, I’m going to hex you purple.”

“I’m sorry?” Kitty said, planting her hands on her hips.

“You heard me. Ship up, Riley. Greg needs to do well on his N.E.W.T.s to get into the Auror programme, he can’t have you slowing him down. It may not matter to you because of your family, but it does to him. Therefore, it does to me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Sally rolled her eyes. “What word tripped you up, Kitty? Was it programme? Or have you never heard of an Auror before?”

“I don’t think I like your tone, Sally!”

“I don’t like the amount of blush you wear, but that’s besides the point. Greg’s important to me and this class is important to him. He got saddled with you but he’s too nice mention that you’re a few centaurs shy of a herd.”


“You’re knitting with only one needle, Kits,” Sally said with a smirk.

Kitty looked at Molly. “What the hell is she trying to say?”

“She’s saying that you eat soup with a fork, Kitty!” Molly replied, frustrated with the whole scene. Was she really so dumb that she didn’t know when she was being insulted? “That you’re not smart and it’s affecting Greg’s grade!”

A ripple of laughter lit through the corridor, causing Molly to look around. Most of the class was waiting to enter the room. She instantly felt horrible.

“Oh, Kitty…”

“I get it, Molly,” the Hufflepuff said. “You suddenly think you’re hot stuff because you’re working with Holmes. Doesn’t matter, you’re still just ugly, boring little Molly Hooper! One Potions lab won’t change that!” She stormed into the room, leaving Molly standing there, the rest of the students staring at her.

Molly was frozen in place, unsure of what had caused her to say something so mean-spirited to the witch. Suddenly she felt a hand on her back.

“Come on, Molly,” Sherlock said, guiding her into class.

“I didn’t mean…”

“I know. Don’t worry about it. That was just the outcome Snape was looking for.”


He winked as he moved to take his seat.

More to come! Thanks for reading! ~Lil~

Angel~One-shot (Jughead Jones)

A/N: I’m not really sure why I wrote this, but I do need to say that it’s probably one the of saddest things I’ve ever written. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH DEATH IN STORIES LIKE THIS, DO NOT READ. I’m emphasizing this because I used to have a really big problem with stuff like this. If I watched anything (even comedy shows) where it even referenced someone dying, I didn’t sleep and felt extremely sick for the next few hours, so I totally understand if you don’t want to read something like this

Summary: Waking up one day, you feel better than you have in ages. You ask your boyfriend, Jughead and friend, Archie to come down to the river with you. Tragedy strikes before you can get there. 

Pairings: Jughead x reader

Word Count: 2144

Warnings: sadness, car accident, DEATH, blood, mentions of drugs, DEATH, mentions of anxiety/depression, mentions of breakdowns,DEATH


Originally posted by thecwriverdale

The trees were a blur as I ran past them, down a path through the woods. It wasn’t so much a path as a line of dead plants that had been worn down by people walking the same direction over and over. I laughed as I heard Jughead and Archie calling for me to slow down. I could only imagine the jokes they would make later about me being an immature teenager. I didn’t care though because today I felt amazing. For so long, I had wished to feel as good as I did right now. The stress had been too much for months now. I used to be a happy, carefree soul with the need to be outside and running around. Then the anxiety showed up. It slowly got worse and worse until I didn’t want to leave my bed anymore. My friends saw what was happening and tried to help me. My boyfriend did too. Jughead was always there when it got bad.

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anonymous asked:

16 & 32 for the ask meme?

16. Talk about a ship you initially disliked.

i don’t think i have one of those? like i may not ship-ship a ship but i could find it cute! either that or i’d just feel indifferent towards it.

if i did initially dislike a ship though it’d just go on being…disliked? HAHA see: notps

32. Share five must-read fics.

oh my god i love almost every fic i read tho HAHA if you look at my ao3 bookmarks it’s a complete mess and is like a million pages and counting

i’ll just put the first five fics that popped into my head instead


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Family AU

So a couple days ago I got inspired to make a family au. Basic summary before the hcs is that HK is left in the Subcon Forest as a baby (about ~10 months to a year old) and Snatcher ends up finding her. Father/Daughter fluff and stuff like that ensues. 

I’ll be adding on more eventually, probably either in a reblog or new post. But here’s what I got for now.

-Snatcher finds a sleeping HK one day, she’s about a couple months old and all he finds with her is her top hat. He, at first, leaves her because he just thinks her parents will come back for her. But he comes back to check up only to find her crying. Thus, with some hesitance, he takes her home

-He just calls her Hat Kid at first because that’s what he found her with. At first he finds her a lil annoying but he understands that she’s just a bab.

-He still looks out for her parents, but realizes about a couple weeks later that… they ain’t coming back

-He sends Subconites out once in awhile to get things like food for her, and even eventually has them build a crib for her out of wood.

-Once he realizes her parents aren’t coming back, he also tries to figure out a name for her because he knows he can’t keep on calling her HK. Harriet aka Hattie is born from this.

-While at first he was just taking care of her for the sake of caring for her, he soon starts to fall in love.

-When she’s older her first word is Dada but he’s like “It’s Snatcher!!” But deep down he’s so prideful and tbh almost cries

-Snatcher totally wanted kids when he was still Prince man, so deep down he’s kinda happy he has a chance to be, even if HK isn’t of his blood.

-When HK is about 4 or 5 he has a bed made for her but she always comes over and sleeps with him anyway. He’s a lil annoyed by this at first and when she falls asleep he tucks her back into bed. But then she wakes up and eventually he gives up. She keeps on doing this until she’s about eight years old

-And even sometimes when she doesn’t do this, she totally begs Snatcher to let her sleep with him when she has a nightmare. He is reluctant at first, but obliges, coming to accept this after a couple of nights of this happening.

-Snatcher learns how to cook because he can’t have his Subconites go out all the time. Gets a lil help from Cooking Cat as a result

-He wears the top hat he found her in (almost) all the time, and when he does eventually give it to her she’s like 5 so it falls over her eyes. He dies over this but in a good way

-He proudly calls her his daughter after a couple years, and even jokingly says that when she’s old enough she’ll be making contracts too

-When she’s around 5 or 6 he begins to educate her, as expected when he was a prince he had the highest education. HK’s favorite subject is totally science

-When HK was ~7 she drew a family picture of her and Snatcher with the Subconites and Dwellers. Snatcher still has it hung up to this day above his chair.

-Speaking of Subconites, they’re like her extended family of aunts and uncles. They won’t admit it out loud but they love her to bits. Dwellers on the other hand are a lil indifferent, but they do be careful when she’s around

-Snatcher knits/sews for her, making her clothes so they don’t have to keep on going out to buy her clothes. (And honestly Mafia clothes must be ugly lmao)

-I think he is even more happy when she takes her first steps he even tears up just a lil bit

-But uh oh when HK is ~10 and she’s exploring she accidentally finds Vanessa’s manor

-Some screaming and running later HK has ice forming on the hems of her clothes and has a couple of scratches from near grabbings

-Snatcher grounds her from exploring and she has to clean the well as a result, but he’s just so happy she’s safe and ok. He’s also a mix of “I’m gonna kill her” and “I’m gonna kill you smh”

-He reads to her when she’s little!!!

-HK loves exploring and while he’s a lil hesitant at first he lets her explore whenever she wants as long as she stays away from the outside world

-he’s not trying to shelter her from outside of the forest per say, he just doesn’t want her to get lost somewhere

-MJ is one of her fav uncles, much to Snatcher’s jealousy. Boi is like smh get away from my daughter

-He’s such a supportive father y’all ;0; he even helps her with her huge interest in science

-I think bathing would be an interesting event to say the least. HK isn’t fussy per say when given a bath, but she’s not calm either. Her favorite part of taking a bath though, obviously other than splashing her papa, is having shampoo into her hair.

-Honestly when someone massages her scalp she becomes really sleepy and relaxed. It’s very calming to her :’)

-Snatcher finally allows her to go out of the forest alone when she’s 10. She becomes friends with MG(duh) and a few of the Conductor’s grandkids 👀

-Including a grandkid named Duncan!! They’re the closest because they met first and are the same age

-This is also when she gets the umbrella, but this time its not because of a time piece but because the mafioso was trying to hurt someone with it.

-Forehead kisses. Forehead. Kisses.

That’s it for now!

I would love to also thank @pheonixia-nocturne @another-hat @yangstablook and others in the ahit discord for helping me bring this more to life!!! Especially with Phe and Hat’s beautiful art!! 😭 (and @coffee-kitti for two other fanarts as well!)

It’s The Little Things

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Summary: Cosette is an omega who has been surviving the best she can with her sisters. Only when they’re separated while running from Negan and his men she realizes she’d going to have to figure everything out on her own. Especially when she’s caught by the alpha himself, and is too weak to get away. She knows she doesn’t really have the time to just wait and see what will happen, but there isn’t another choice.


Word Count: 3766

Authors Note: So, I always kind of fancied the A/B/O universe, and I thought I’d throw my hat in the ring, even though I really shouldn’t start anything else… BUT it happened, and there’s no reason to hide it because this is the internet and that’s silly. Might as well let everyone see it, so at least you know why you haven’t gotten an update of whichever other fic you’re waiting for me to write. SO, yeah, now this is a thing. Also you’ll notice Negan talks about things he shouldn’t have, and a place that isn’t the Sanctuary… it’ll be explained in the next chapter, just hang in there. Also I really tried not to name it that but I have been trying to figure out a title for days now and that’s all I got. If you want to be added to the tag list just let me know one way or another.

Tag List: @negans-network

Chapter Warnings: Language

Chapter One - Running From The Beginning

Cosette had been running and hiding for two days now. The men at the motel had known there was an omega there, but she and her sisters got away at the last second. She hoped her sisters got away at least. They’d all taken off in different directions. Cosette had lost the one tailing her after a half hour, she thought she wouldn’t make it, but she did when the woods got thick. The man following her must have been big, or she was just that little… both? Either way she’d been too scared to swing back around immediately after losing him. She had a week, but she was afraid she was lost and wouldn’t make it back in time. What if she didn’t make it back? She’d be all alone!

Cosette dropped down against a tree trunk. She was tired, so tired. She’d slept maybe a couple hours here and there. It was hard. It was getting colder outside and she didn’t have her jacket. She hadn’t been thinking about it. The days were still fairly warm… However, a flannel button up, over a tank top was not going to cut it soon. It was barely cutting it now. Worse, she kept second guessing the direction she was going in. She’d been so scared though. She’d been terrified, and she hadn’t been concentrating on where she was running to. Cosette had been able to tell it was an alpha following her. She could smell it. It’d been so hard to keep running knowing, if that alpha caught her he’d be furious. Her whole body just begged to stop and get on her knees. That had been scarier than being hunted though, so she pushed faster.

Right now, she just wanted to sleep… but if she wanted to sleep she’d have to climb a tree… she couldn’t risk falling asleep on the ground and waking up lunch to some walker… Sleeping in trees held their own dangers however… like falling to her death.

She only had another day, maybe two… and she’d start to do more than attract walkers. She’d start attracting alphas, maybe some really dominant betas… anyone with a taste for omega… First her scent would come back sometimes it came back strong the box warned. Then she’d start getting preheat symptoms, and then finally she’d go into heat… she had maybe two weeks before it’d hit, a month if she was lucky.

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Not Dead Yet (Part 11)

*These darn kids. Thanks for reading and the comments! Means a lot!*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warnings: mild language

The three of us were stock still. I didn’t even want to chance looking at Pan because I could tell from the ever tightening grip on my bruising shoulder he was not happy. Ben gave me a sympathetic glance then took off back into the jungle.

The seconds ticked by without a sound but the waves crashing against the rocky cliff wall. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. “Don’t blame Ben, he didn’t–”

“I don’t care.” he whirled me around so I was forced to stare headlong into his infuriated gaze. “I have just about had it with your attitude.”

“And what attitude may that be?” I asked carefully.

“The one,” he fisted a handful of my shirt, “that makes you think you can poke your nose into every little thing and that it won’t come back to bite you.” he shoved me back toward the edge of the cliff. I grabbed hold of his arm trying to find stability. I was dangling by a thread, literally, and needed to tread carefully.

“I’m sorry. I should have backed off like Devin said.” I said.

“Then why didn’t you?” he pushed me closer.

“Because I thought I could get away with it.” I stated truthfully. “The island where no one ever tells you no. That is unless it comes to your things apparently.”

“Now you’re starting to get it.” he pulled me back from the edge but I could still feel the drop licking at my heels.

“I know you are angry with me. I know that you probably want to just toss me off this cliff and be done with it. But you won’t.”

“Why’s that pet?”

“Because if you really wanted to kill me you would have done it already.”

His expression was unreadable. I dug my fingers into the arm holding me from falling. If he was going to drop me then I could try to take him with me.

Just when I thought he might actually drop me he pulled me back from the edge and flung me towards the jungle. I breathed out in relief and scuttled further back from the cliffside.

“Oh Y/N…” he sighed, his back to me, “My naive Lost Girl. Why do I let you get away with so much? More importantly,” he turned towards me, the initial fury all but gone and replaced with a cool smugness, “Why do you have this sudden interest in me? What is there about me that you possibly need to know?”

“Everything.” I said and he cocked an eyebrow up at me. “You act like an open book but the most interesting chapters you toss in the fire so no one can read.”

“So? What’s the problem with that?”

“Why do you need to keep your past such a secret?”

“Why do you?”

I pushed myself to my feet, refusing to meet his eyes. “If I agree to not go snooping anymore are we even?”

Pan gave a small snort at my dodging but didn’t push it. “Oh yes, absolutely. But first you need to be punished.”

“As I figured. What is it to be? Dreamshade? Beaten within an inch of my life?”

“Nothing like that.” his smirk gave me chills, “You want to be in places you shouldn’t? Well that’s exactly where I’ll keep you.”

He grabbed my arm and in a gust of wind we were at his Thinking Tree. He pulled out the hidden knot and pushed me toward the tunnel. “I know how to get out, remember?”

“So do I. I also know how to keep the only entrances and exits sealed so that you can’t escape. Now go.”

I slid down without another word. It was still dark in here like it was the last time. I expected Pan to come down too but I didn’t hear him. So this was my punishment? Locked in the room filled with all of Pan’s dirty little secrets? Not much of a punishment. I banged my foot against the table. At least it wouldn’t be if I could just light a torch!

“Can I at least have a light or something?” I shouted back up the tunnel. There was no answer. “Fine. I’ll just find a way myself.”

After lord knew how long of stumbling around the cavern my eyes adjusted to the darkness enough that I could find my way around without running into a wall. It took even longer to find some stones that I could use to light one of the torches.

One by one I relit the torches along the walls until the room was bright again. Now that I could see onto what was really important. I found the cubby hole he had kept the small box from before in. Empty! Of course he would have taken all his secrets out before putting me in here.

I went about looking for more cubby holes and hiding spots but they all came to nothing or junk. By the end of my search I had found a slingshot, some crudely crafted carvings, blank pieces of parchment, an empty leather pouch and a couple of candle stubs.

Well this was a whole bunch of boring. I flopped back onto the dusty bed. Nothing to find, nothing to do and nothing to eat or drink. Hopefully Pan doesn’t keep me down here long or I may just die of boredom. Or possibly starvation, whichever comes first.


Up above dark clouds were rolling in and the sound of thunder could be heard growing in the distance. After Peter had shoved Y/N down the tunnel and had Ben locked up in a cage he had retreated to Skull Rock. It was the last place he wanted to be but unfortunately it was the only place he could truly be alone.

He had known Ben was showing her Skull Rock and had figured out this punishment before he confronted them about it. The only bad thing about it was that he had to go back to that room and dig up every incriminating article of his past that he had tried so to forget about.

As much as he hated it this seemed the be the only safe place to put his things where annoying Lost Girls couldn’t reach. He set everything down in a dark corner behind the giant hourglass.

If there was anything Peter hated more than anything it was that hourglass. How it stood there large and golden and ticking away his life. The entire island that it rested on was a scar on his otherwise perfect island. A painful, obvious reminder that this was all just temporary. The life he had created, the memories, his friends, his recruits, his adventures, they were all flitting away.

Unlike the past. Peter could still see the pile of objects mocking him from their hiding place. He hadn’t the courage to just drop everything down into the sea like he had thought to do initially. As much as he hated it there was something sentimental about it all. Little treasures and bitter reminders of why he was on this island.

With a sigh Peter turned around and left the island. He tried to forget his troubles but his mind wouldn’t let him be and the sky betrayed that. This only aggravated him more as it began to rain. Could it not hold off until he at least got back to the island? His teleporting didn’t work across the ocean or in the Echo Caves which meant he had to row all the way back to shore in the pouring rain. This day just kept getting better and better.

Once back at camp he isolated himself back in his tent. The other boys were either doing the same or off running around enjoying the storm as it didn’t happen often.

Peter pulled out his pipes and started to play. At first it was just a bunch of incomprehensive notes that morphed into something much slower and somber the longer he played. The soft tune drifted across the camp filling the Lost Boys ears. Had anyone truly been listening they would have noticed how mournful the melody was. Maybe some would have even recognized it.


At some point I fell asleep. I had no way to tell if it was the middle of the night or the start of the afternoon in this stupid cavern and it was driving me a little mad. Also I was starting to get really hungry which didn’t help time pass any faster.

I know that I could just imagine up some food but it was hardly filling no matter how much one ate. I decided that if no one came to get me by the time I was feeling tired again then I would find my own way out. Pan may have the exits I know sealed but that didn’t me I couldn’t create another. It was just dirt after all. Would certainly be a first, digging up instead of down.

Bored out of my mind I decided to do another sweep of the cavern. I know that all the more obvious hiding places had been ransacked but maybe there was a hidden one that not even Pan had remembered. I knocked on the walls, floor, and tree roots trying to find a hollow spot.

Come on Pan, there has to be something here! I knocked another tree root rather hard and it cracked under my hand. Ah ha! I found the proper opening and reached inside the hollowed out root. My hand touched something and I pulled out a small green cap with a bright red feather pinned to its side.

A hat. I went through all this for a worn old hat? I brushed the dirt off and took a better look at it. Strange, it looks rather small. Too small for the head of a teenager that is. Also, what was with this feather? I slipped it out of the hat and tilted it, the sharp sheen reflected like a flame in the torch light. No bird had feathers like these. At least none that I had ever seen.

I set the hat down and reached into the hiding spot again but that was all to be found. My stomach gave an unhappy growl. “I know, if I had food I would give you some.” Another growl. “Fine, I’ll give you some imaginary food but you know it isn’t going to help any.”

I imagined up a bowl of savory noodles and slurped them happily. “Better now you stupid stomach? You have me talking to myself while eating imaginary food.”

How did my life come to this? Just a couple months ago I was in the Enchanted Forest digging graves and now I’m trapped in the forgotten cavern of a nigh-immortal teenager that keeps a small army of lethal feral children and teenagers on an island that doesn’t age.

How long have I been on this island? It may be only a couple months but the days blur together so often that a possible year may have gone by without me noticing. Time on Neverland is so strange seeing as there is no time to be kept except for when the sun rises and sets. I think it is rather fascinating that none of the boys have gone mad from repetitiveness yet.

The boys. Ben! I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts and trying to find Pan’s secrets that I completely forgot about Ben! What did Pan do to him? Was he alright? The bowl of noodles clattered to the floor as I shot to my feet.

I stuck the odd red feather in my pocket and pulled down the rope ladder that lead out of the cavern. I climbed to the top but the earth wouldn’t move. I jumped back down and tried crawling up the tunnel but again the knot in the tree wouldn’t budge. Dammit Pan!

Guess there’s only one thing left to do.

I broke off a piece of hardened root and began stabbing at the ceiling of the cavern.


“Y’know Ben, you kind of brought this on yourself.” Devin said to the boy suspended in the cage.

“Oh shut it!” Ben snapped, “You know as well as I that she wouldn’t have stopped. It’s not like I was ever going to actually take her to the island. I was just showing her what it looked like.”

“Yeah, and that worked out well for the both of you didn’t it?” Devin sighed, “Do you have any idea what he did to her?”


“You don’t think he, you know…”

“I have no idea. He did look pretty furious when he found us though. He might have.”

“She just can’t be dead. Maybe he just stuck her in the Echo Caves or something.”

“That’s all we can hope for huh?” Ben shifted in the cage again trying to find a comfortable position. “It kind of makes you think though.”

“What?” Devin asked.

“Well, I’m not saying Y/N was right but she did have some point. Pan is our leader and I respect him as so but he does keep a lot of secrets from us. Why do you think that is?”

“I don’t know.” Devin shrugged. “I don’t know why Pan does anything.”

“I would have thought the answer was obvious,” the boys snapped their eyes to the source of the voice. Y/N was standing before them drenched in rain and mud, reminiscent to how she looked when she first came to the island. “Pan is an unbelievably annoying git!”

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Walk through the fire

chapter 1 

Strategist and priestess Lucy Heartfilia gets caught up in the turmoil of war. Torn between duty and love she must decide whether to follow her heart or mind because the destiny of two nations rests on her shoulders.

Chapter 2: Breathe

“I hear the sound, echoes beneath
Angels and skylines meet
And I’m straining to reach 
The light on the surface, light on the other side

I feel the pages turning
I see the candle burning down
Before my eyes, before my wild eyes
I feel you holding me, tighter I cannot see
When will we finally


Before Lucy opened her eyes she could rather feel it than see it. She was lying on something large, hard and moving. She could feel his powerful muscles under her body and his legs, pushing forward and shifting her weight with each step. When her eyelids fluttered and slowly opened, a sharp, white light clouded her vision and she needed a couple of seconds until her sight focused.

Lucy narrowed her eyes, lifting up her head a little. The sun had been long risen up and she could easily see the tall, massive pines that were surrounding her. And under her… she was riding. More specifically she was lying on a brown stallion and had probably been on it for a long time because she could hardly feel the inner parts of her hips. Lucy tried standing up but something prevented her legs and hands from moving. Her ankles and wrists were tied to the horse’s saddle.

“Well, damn!”

The unknown voice, croaky and deep, made her jump as far as the ropes were letting her. She turned her head on the other side but again couldn’t see the man, because her golden hair let down like a curtain in front of her face.

The unknown man laughed hoarsely and rough, calloused hands pushed her locks away.

Lucy stared at her kidnapper in surprise.

“It’s you!”

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CS ff: “My Eyes, They Speak for Me” (1/2)

Summary: Canon divergence from 3x13 onward, where Walsh never reveals himself and Storybrooke isn’t where it should be. Emma and Killian have to not only find a way back to Storybrooke and Emma’s family, but keep each other and Henry safe in the process.

Rating: T… for now.

A/N: So *wiggles fingers* hello, @swankkat! I am your (omfg i’m so sorry it’s so late) GFSS! I had every intention of having this done for New Years, but um, well, the easy explanation is that @phiralovesloki maaaaaaaaaay have had a bit of a hand in the outlining of this fic (and we both know how truly brilliant she is) so I think you know how this story goes. My “Quick Oneshot” plan definitely got thrown out the window months ago. And instead I replaced it with “Well, 11k for the first half a fic is okay, too.” Part 2 is in progress, and that’s definitely where more of the ticky boxes you checked off start to come into play. 

This is the continuation from a fic I started back during au week, so if the beginning looks familiar to anyone reading this, that’s why.

Edit: Now available on FFN and Ao3!

The moments driving away from Storybrooke are painful because there in her rear-view mirror, she has to say goodbye. She memorizes the details quickly before she forgets them forever: her parents crying, Regina sullen and heartbroken, Neal wistful and sad over what could’ve been, and Hook… She swallows down the sob that threatens to break free.

Her family, her past, her future, all huddled together at the town line as the curse comes to take them away. She turns it into a joke as she puts the Bug in gear and drives forward. My parents, my ex, and a pirate walk into a bar… and the absurdity pushes a smile onto her face. She’s wearing that smile when they cross the town line and…

She doesn’t know why she’s smiling, other than her son is in the passenger seat taking in the scenery like he’s never seen it before. Which is ridiculous, of course, because he saw it on the drive up. This was just what they needed. A small escape from reality before starting fresh. She’s not excited about finding a new place to live, or buying new clothes, or finding a new school for Henry, but she knows it is all stuff that has to be done when they get to New York.

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617: The Sword and the Dragon

We’re back in Aleksandr Ptushko land!  The title of this movie in its homeland was simply Ilya Muromets.  Like Sadko the Sailor, Ilya Muromets is a hero of Russian folklore, the subject of much poetry, art, and opera.  He is thought to be based on Saint Ilya Pechersky, a medieval knight-errant who became a monk later in life, and what we see here in the movie is only a sampling of the stories told about him.  He’s supposed to have once fought off a band of robbers, using no weapon but a boot – now that is a scene I would have liked to see in the movie!

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