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A Haunting

Prompt: After being brutally murdered at the young age of twenty- one and stuck on Earth, Harry has been searching to find a way to heaven for almost a hundred years. One day, a family and their autistic, seventeen year old, daughter, Heaven, moves into his home. Maybe this was the Heaven he was searching for all along.



Heaven sighs heavily, biting her nails lightly, as she enters the musty smelling, older, abandoned home that her parents had suddenly decided one day to move into on a whim. The larger scale home still held beauty after so many years and was somehow still in almost pristine condition, sitting in the middle of the woods on the far side of their little town.

One morning, Heaven’s parents went for a jog and stumbled upon the old mansion, immediately falling in love with it. Becoming practically obsessed, they found a realtor and bought the house in just a few days, not even speaking a word to Heaven until they burst into her room and told her to pack.

Heaven panicked, of course, as she hated change. When she was young, she was diagnosed with autism and her parents made sure she was always happy and comfortable. They lived in the same house, used the same tutors, drove the same car, and ate the same foods to insure that she didn’t have a tantrum. So this was a major change, but eventually, with much coaxing, they got her to pack and get in the car.

When they drove up the tree lined driveway and the Victorian era house came into view, Heaven immediately understood why her parents were so in love. It was absolutely breathtaking and something about it made her want to never leave. Maybe this change will be good.

“Heaven, don’t bite your nails, darling. Go choose your room!” Her mother calls as she places a box down in the kitchen, snapping Heaven out of her thoughts.

“Okay, mama! Okay… Okay, mama,” She clutches her small teddy bear that she’s had since she was a kid to her chest as she takes a step up the rickety stairs. The steps groan under the forgotten weight of someone walking up them as she makes her way up them slowly.

As she steps foot onto the second floor, she freezes as she hears quiet whispering coming from down the dark hallway. “Mama?” She calls quietly, clutching her teddy tighter as she takes a step towards the voices. The hairs on the back of her neck involuntarily stand up as she suddenly feels the intense feeling of being watched after she speaks.

As soon as she takes another step, the voice and the feelings halt and everything seems normal again. Hearing foot steps, Heaven looks down and sees her mother and father walking back outside to the moving truck. Turning towards the dark hallway again, Heaven’s eyebrows furrow.

“Not mama. That’s not mama,” she mumbles as she makes her way down the hall, not caring about it too much. She peers into each room, shaking her head each time she didn’t like them.

Coming to the end of the hall, Heaven begins to frown as she doesn’t find a bedroom she likes. Her eyes tear up in frustration as she lets out a tiny whimper.

As she gives up and begins to walk down the hall, the whispers begin again, louder than before. Heaven gasps, turning towards the voices and before her eyes, a door she hadn’t seen creaks open slowly.

Curiously growing in her, she wipes her tears and slowly walks towards the open door. Peeking into the room, she lets out a happy squeal as she sees the dark red walls, her favorite color. The bed was large, the bed spread a muted red from all the dust accumulated on it. In the corner, a small nook was made by the window so someone could sit and read. The ceilings were high and in the middle hung a giant chandelier that glittered and sparkled in the sunlight.

“Mine,” she states to herself mesmerized and in a trance as the whispers slowly die down.

“Yes,” a deep, raspy voice behind her croons as she feels a hand on the bottom of her spine. The touch was calming and warm, sending slight sparks up her spine as she didn’t flinch away like she normally did to touch.

“Yes,” she mimics as she walks in and the door slowly creaks shut behind her.


“So, I was doing some research,” Heaven’s mother starts as they quietly eat dinner in their new dining room. Heaven’s father hums in response as he gives the love of his life all his attention after he helps Heaven cut up some of her chicken and places her a small kiss on her forehead.

“It’s quite spooky actually. Apparently, the original owners were murdered here almost a hundred years ago,” she states fascinated as she takes a bite of her carrots and peas.

“Wow! That’s interesting. How sad. What happened? Do they know?” Her father speaks as Heaven pokes her chicken with her fork, in a daze as she stares fixated at the pattern on the plate.

“They say the killer snuck in in the middle
of the night and stabbed them in their beds. The son tried to find help after he had been stabbed but he only made it to the hallway where he, sadly, passed. That’s why you can see blood stains on the floorboards upstairs. They are buried in the somewhere in the woods out back, I think. There was Anne, the mom, Desmond, the dad, Gemma, the daughter, and the son was named-”

“Harry,” Heaven suddenly states, making her parents turn to her in shock.

“H-How’d you know that, sweetheart?” Her mom asks softly, her mind reeling in the scary possibilities on how her daughter, who has no way to get on the Internet, knew the name of the dead boy who once lived here.

“He wrote it. Wrote it on my bed,” Heaven states what she had found earlier. Carved on the dark wood on the bed’s headboard was a name. A little worn from the years but still visible, Harry was written in neat handwriting and, captivated, Heaven spent hours tracing the name with her fingertips.

“Oh,” her mom laughs it off lightly, relieved that their new house wasn’t haunted by its past residents. “We will get your bed up there soon, sweetheart. Sorry you have to sleep in that old thing,” she says, making Heaven frown.

“I like it, mama. I like Harry’s bed,” Heaven protests, wanting the old, soft bed that made her feel safe and calm to stay in her room.

“Heaven, a boy was killed there. I don’t want you sleeping in it,” her father says, making her eyes water.

“I want it!” She slams her fork down and just as she feels a full blown tantrum coming on, she hears the whispers.

She freezes as it feels like arms wrap around her from behind and a warm chest against her back, calming her instantly. “Don’t cry, sweet Heaven. It’s okay,” she hears the raspy, deep voice, that sounded like smooth honey, coo in her ear.

“Okay, Harry. Okay… Okay, Harry,” she mumbles as she picks up her fork and takes a bite of her chicken, completely relaxed as her parents stare at her wide eyed.

“Good girl,” she hears just as the feeling of the arms disappear and the whispers cease, but leave behind the feeling of warmth and calm.

“Heaven, w-who are you talking to?” Her mother asks, fear gripping at her heart once again. She had never seen Heaven calm down that quickly before.

“Harry say don’t cry so Heaven no cry,” Heaven mumbles as she finishes her food. “Bed time,” she states, standing and placing a kiss on her stunned parents cheeks. They were so in shock that they didn’t even protest as she make her way up the stairs to her new bedroom.


Harry smiles as he watches the beautiful, innocent girl twirl around in her bedroom as she dances with her teddy bear. He stands propped against the wall, transparent so she can’t see him just yet. He didn’t want to scare her, but with her reactions to him earlier he didn’t think she’d be too petrified.

When Harry first watched the family move in, he was livid. This was his house, his family’s house. He left and died here. How dare they just move in and take over his home of over a hundred years.

But, when he heard it, all his anger dissipated. “Heaven! Come inside!” He heard as a gorgeous girl walked though the door, lightly biting her fingernails with a dazed look in her eyes.

Heaven. Something he had been searching for for decades was right in front of him. On his tombstone, the words Find your way to Heaven were written, but Heaven found its way to him. This wasn’t what he expected but, to him, this was even better. His own personal Heaven.

He had studied her so much since she arrived he could now remember where each of her freckles were with his eyes closed. They dotted her rosy cheeks and nose like the stars in the night sky. Her hair was like spun gold with a slight reddish tint, shining in the light from the window, captivating him and making him feel like he was now one of the richest men. Her lips were like two, perfect, pink rose petals and he fought the urge to kiss them relentlessly. Her ocean green-blue eyes sparkled with innocence and were normally stuck in a daze as she focuses on something sparkly. Earlier, she had spent almost an hour just staring at the chandelier in the middle of the ceiling as he stared at her.

That’s when he figured something was…special about his Heaven. Listening in to her parents conversation, he quickly found out she had autism. He didn’t care. He actually fell more in adoration of the small, special girl with the gleam in her eyes.

Hearing a small shriek and a crash, Harry is knocked out of his thoughts. He panics as he sees Heaven on the floor with tears in her eyes as she clutches her ankle. Not caring any longer about transparency, he rushes over to her and appears right next to her.

His hand reaches out, laying on top of hers that clutched her ankle. She gasps lightly and the whole world seems to slow down as she turns her head and their eyes connect.

“Harry,” she whispers as he smiles gently, reaching out for her hair and tucking a strand behind her ear.

“Careful, sweetheart. Can’t have my Heaven getting hurt right after I find her.”

Hope you enjoyed! Please tell me if you want the part two!!! x -E

Goodbye Internet - Part 5

Summary: One year later Dan and Phil are finally getting their wish. 

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

(A/N is at the bottom this time ) 

Part 4

~ 1 year later ~

Cherry blossom petals filled the air, almost like snow did when it fell in the winter months. Except there was no coldness and no smell of ice, only warmth and a faint smell of cherries lingered in the air. Music softly rang, as Dan fixed his collar one last time. Today was the day.

Dan walked out of the dressing room and out to the venue, where everyone would be gathered in two or so hours. His heart stopping every now and then as he came to the realization that today would be the day.

There were two sides, each holding 8 rows of white chairs. A stone wall surrounded the venue and cherry blossoms grew around them. Lanterns hung from the trees that ignited the place up like stars were in the trees. The arch at the end of the pathway was made from cherry blossoms too, and Dan had requested for fairy lights to be strung through them, and so there were. The sun was starting to go down, which meant by the ceremony actually started there would be a sunset with an array of different shades of colors shining over them.

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How Much For That Bear in the Window? (Ch. 8)

previous chapter


Summary: Dan, an eighteen year old boy who has finally reached the age to be sold from the whorehouse he used to call home, is given to a man with dreamy blue eyes who makes this seem a lot less terrifying. 

Pairing: Phan

Prostitution Fic/Bought

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Stu Shares Sundays 9.17.17

Original Post/ Rules

This is it! The first EVER posting!
Thank you everyone who was interested in contributing and sharing with our little corner of the world! I am very proud of you all.
Half of the works that “won” were not submitted to me, I had to find them. So if you want me to consider your stuff; please tag me. I can’t find every great writer just by my limited exposure to the site. I want to find new and exciting fics!
***I wanted to add something, if anyone wants to NOMINATE another blog’s work for a certain category, by all means do so!!! (Just remember to tag me and if possible submit the category.)
xoxoxo (Grandma / Mama Bear/ Dad)


(Each week will not have EVERY category)

Reid: High brow and/ or nerd related entries.

Hotch: Smut and/ or Angst

Garcia: Fluff/ Empowerment

Prentiss: LGBTQ featured (Can qualify for more than one category. I am not limiting the amount of queer art!!!)

Morgan: Crack/ Shit post

JJ: Domestic life/ Happily Ever Afters

Rossi: Throwbacks

Greenaway: Too short, need more!

Blake: Heartbreak

Callahan: Hot hot hot

And the winners are…

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A few announcements

{So rather spontaneously I’ve found myself home. I’m no longer working on the wilderness and have returned to the land of constant internet connection! I’ll admit I’ve been very slow on my asks as I’m getting settled in, so please bear with me, folks. I should be on that soon.

I also started a new game a friend recommended, IB, so I’m gonna be slow because of that too. It’s a fascinating game and totally free. Just do yourself a favor and have decent adware blockers when you download things.

Also a reminder that my blog is tagged Safe For Work. The only content you’ll see here that isn’t completely safe would be the odd bloody or Gorey art I may occasionally draw, but never anything sexual. This applies to the asks I answer, too. I won’t answer explicitly sexual inboxes.

Thanks, maybe I’ll drag myself out of the art gallery of death to answer some asks today!

—Art Mom}

Once in a Lifetime

Summary: Phil reacts to Dan’s first video in 2009, and again in 2015, and it’s like no time has passed at all. 
Genre: fluffy fluffy fluff fluff fluff
Word Count: 1.6
Notes: Thanks to beta burning-up-ao3 <3 Based off of AmazingPhil’s new video! Also 10/10 would recommend listening to Once in a Lifetime by One Direction while reading this. (I’m in no way claiming this is what happened, I’m just writing for fun :D) Have fun! 

Dan dashed into the house and up the stairs as soon as his mum pulled the car into the driveway. He pushed open his bedroom door and jumped onto his bed. He sat cross-legged in front of his computer. He took out his phone to text Phil.

To Phil: U up? xx

Dan grinned as he saw his phone light up with a message from Phil immediately after.

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Bread Wolf - Chapter 19

A Modern AU in which Solas owns a bakery. Read part 1 here.

Chapter 19 - Going Home

The early morning sun hit the treeline, illuminating the rich oranges and gold of autumn leaves that for a time matched the color of the sky. The further Isii drove from the city, the denser the woods became, the highway cutting a deep swath into the otherwise pristine landscape. The exit she took quickly dissolved into a dirt road, the rumble of small stones kicked up by her wheels adding an odd percussion to the static that was gradually growing louder in her speakers. Isii clicked off the radio with a sigh. The signal was growing weak the closer she got to Clan Lavellan’s territory. She wouldn’t miss it much. Without her phone’s playlists, she had to suffer through mindless Marcher’s top forty hits for the past few hours, which was only barely preferable to silence.

She couldn’t help but smile as she saw the sign marking the edge of her clan’s border, serving as a welcome as well as a warning for outsiders not to trespass. Beside it sat a large stone wolf, weathered and stained from its years as their silent sentinel. The figure of the Dread Wolf bore a similar duality - both protective as well as a constant reminder to be wary of that which lies beyond their lands.

She thought idly about how it would be nice to take a picture of it to show Solas.

And then immediately started cursing herself for losing her stupid phone.

The woods eventually gave way to small clearings, the landscape dotted with modest portable houses nestled among the trees. It was a far cry from the grandeur of Val Royeaux with their worn siding and occasionally boarded-up windows, but she couldn’t help but feel a subtle warmth in her chest at the familiarity. While she may have spent the last few years carving out a space for herself in Orlais, with its gleaming lights and sett-lined streets, these more humble surroundings would always feel like home.

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