fanfiction: i belong with you you belong with me

I hate when you really get into a ship and it just hurts that these fictional characters belong together but like, they’re not. And you just can’t understand why they’re not. And to fuel this just 110% belief that they’re soulmates you have to absorb and consume as much fanart / fanfiction / headcanons that you can because somehow that makes it better. But the whole time you’re just rolling on the floor drowning in your shipper feels. Because they belong together ok

The Faithful of the Underground

This fanfiction is set within the Undertale AU, The Caretaker of the Ruins. 

Chapter 1: Blind Patience Act 1

Chara stood over the bed. The child lay on it, sleeping, but not breathing. Chara breathing intesified. 

‘I cannot risk you recovering…’ Chara said, getting angrier by the second. They carefully stood beside the bed, and slowly brought one hand closer to the child’s neck.

‘So please….die.’

The hand came closer to the neck. And closer. 

This is it, Chara thought, this is it…..if I pull this off….if I do this….then-

But before they could finish their thought, one of the child’s hands suddenly shot up and caught Chara by the lower arm, taking them by surprise. The child sat up, and screamed, ‘MAMA!!’ 

Chara jumped back with a yelp. The child nearly fell over from the bed, shivering. They pulled back on to the bed, and stared ahead. Chara thought they were staring at them, but realized they were actually staring at the wall behind them. He looked closer.

The child, indeed, was looking at the wall behind them. 

Chara slowly stood up, observing the human. The child put a hand on their bed sheets, and then the other. A look of confusion came over their face. She looked around, saying, ‘Mama?’

Not sure what to do, our prince quickly made up their mind, and said, ‘Your mother isn’t here.’

The child looked at Chara’s direction, but not at Chara themself. They said, ‘What? But…where am I?’ 

Chara was quickly running out of ideas and time, and said, ‘That’s not important.’

The child again asked, ‘Where am I?’

‘I said…that’s not important. What is important… why are you looking at the wall? I’m here!’ Chara waved their hands while angrily saying this. Not only had their plan failed due to the human in front of them waking up, but they weren’t even looking at them. And it seemed like they were doing it on purpose. 

The child blinked, and looked around in their general direction. ‘Where?’ 

‘Right he-’

‘I can’t see you.’

Chara stopped. What?

‘What did you just say?’

‘I….can’t….see you.’ The panic in their voice grew, ‘I….I can’t see!’ They started fidgeting, but then slumped back on their pillow. Chara was flabbergasted. They were quick to collect their wits, though. 

So I have a blind human here…that was unexpected….but they’re not dead. They would matter more like that. 

Chara slowly made their way to the child, putting their hands up (Which was a useless thing to do, considering the scared kid was blind), saying soothingly, ‘Now, calm down, ok? Calm down…’

The child looked in their direction again, and said, in a panicked tone, ‘But…but…I can’t see….how do I know where you are?’

Chara moved closer. Their eyes were on the kid’s throat. If I can just…do it quickly….

‘Don’t worry….I’ll take good care of you….’ 

Chapter 1: End 

Caretaker of the Ruins belongs to @caretaker-au

This story belongs to me

Fic Recs: Fluff

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6. Always Come Back To You (whoknows) - One Direction is long over, Louis has recently come out, and he may have been lying when he told the world he had a boyfriend…

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21. Over your shoulder | Adrienette

Chat’s hand slams down, and the earth breaks.

This is a dream- no, a memory - no, a remnant. Of him but… not. Cataclysm bubbles around his hand like boiling oil, but that is nothing compared to the crevasses that fracture across the land from the power of his strike. And this is nothing but pure power and elemental magic. This is Cataclysm, raw and undefined, with nowhere to go but out.

Nothing is spared. Houses crumble as the ground falls apart, animals cry out as the rubble buries them, and everywhere, people running, screaming. Destruction, and no escape.

This is Chat, but this is not Adrien.

That still doesn’t stop the shiver of wonder running up his spine as he watches the city fall. A natural disaster, he knows they’ll call it, an earthquake, a volcano- but it is only him, and a single touch.

His hand flexes, and the heavy ring he bears gleams back at him through the smoky light. The sickening crunch of stone falling to the ground gives him a fierce thrill, and the sobbing, the screaming of people meeting their imminent end inspires a swell of rapture to rise from his stomach, to fill up his lungs until it comes out in a roar, in a laugh-

Adrien jerks awake in a violent start and immediately rolls to dry heave over the empty edge of the bed. His stomach and throat burn, but nothing comes up. He wishes something would though, because all those screams, all that pain is still trapped within him, tearing up his insides like Cataclysm.

A tiny weight comes to nuzzle against his neck. Plagg’s “I’m sorry” is soft, but it helps quiet the tremors wracking his body. Movement comes from the other side of the bed, but Adrien doesn’t register it until warm weight wraps around his bare back and Marinette’s forehead rests against his shoulder.

She takes a deep breath and he unconsciously mimics her. They stay like that, breathing as one, until the panic subsides and the shaking in his mind ceases.

Something bitter still aches to claw its way out of his raw throat.

His mouth opens. “It-”

“-wasn’t you,” Marinette finishes firmly. “It wasn’t you.”

It wasn’t, but he had felt it. He still feels it. Adrien stares down at his hands, at the heavy silver ring on his finger. Through all his years of being Chat, he always wondered how many people he and Ladybug saved. He felt the absence of her in his dream- memory- remnant- and a bone chilling ache steals over him as he wonders why. There are a thousand possibilities, but the one inescapable truth is the utter annihilation his hand had brought to that unsuspecting city.

A shudder runs through him, and he blindly reaches for Marinette until he feels her fingers lace with his, her palms pressed over his fevered skin.

“Whatever Chat you dreamed of,” Marinette murmurs, “he belongs in the past.”

“They don’t stay there,” Adrien whispers. “They never seem to.”

“Tough luck to them.” Marinette kisses his shoulder, and when he tilts his head to look at her, her shining blue eyes burn all his shadows to ash. “You belong with me.”

D.O – Nothing Changed

Characters: D.O x You

Type: Angst, Fluff

Word count: 1321

A/N: [7/9] Just two more to go. I think I will start another series, but I’m not quite sure yet. Any ideas or suggestions?

“Nothing has changed, and nothing will.”

One of the most embarrassing things fully grown adults could face was not being able to look after themselves probably. 

I couldn’t cook for my life. 

My backing skills were far more decent and while I would love to live off cake and cookies, it was just too unhealthy. I needed to either marry someone who can cook or learn it myself. And because I am not the most social person out there who has a great interest in dating, the only open option would be learning it somehow.

The internet was not helping much and the receipt books were also problematic. I mean, I nearly burned my whole kitchen because I couldn’t understand the next instruction and forget that I had something on the stove. Sad, I know.

So I desperately hoped that the new cooking class would help me with my incapability. Or help me with getting to know some dishes at least. I didn’t want to be a master chef now, but at least learn some simple things that would be delicious and satiating.

However, the class didn’t just help me with that it made me meet someone who wouldn’t even think of letting me go again. In a different situation that could actually sound cute, adorable or romantic. But in my situation, it wasn’t.

Do Kyungsoo was the name of my partner in class. He was not very tall, but well built with an exceptional fashion taste and handsome face. He wasn’t one who talked a lot though, for a fact, he never really answered any of my advances of getting to know him. It was hard to adapt to him altogether because he was more of a lone wolf. He did everything on his own, while I could just watch his work on the sideline.

But it sure was weird. I thought that only people who didn’t know how to cook would take part in such a class. Do Kyungsoo was far more skilled than the actual teacher. I often gazed at how he did certain things and tried to follow everything he was doing, it sure helped way better than trying to do it alone.

I don’t even know when he started to notice me watching him but one day – right before he was about to cut the vegetables – he held the knife out for me to take. Since then he would rather make me do simple things, while he watched my progress. If I was too slow in doing something he would take over for me. And throughout our interactions, we grew closer, both emotionally and physically. It was weird. At first, he never said anything and only uttered a word for me to understand what he actually wants, but that changed into short sentences and then full conversations.

Whenever we finished a dish, we would share it and get to know each other more while eating. It went on with the normal talks until he offered to walk me home. It evolved in small meetups during the time of no classes, to small cooking dates in either his or my apartment. Sometimes we even took the food we cooked in a class home to eat it there more privately.

We started to date sometime after. It was nice, he was nice. His adorable smile, gentle hugs, soft kisses. I never knew that I needed someone as much as I needed him. I felt like I was living in a dream, or movie where everything was all sunshine and rainbows without any fear of anything.

It was bliss to be with him, around him. That I didn’t really know what his profession didn’t even really bother me. I was to head over heels in love with him to regard something like this with importance. Yet I should have asked at least.

Kyungsoo revealed it to me himself. Not on accident and not because I came behind it. But because he thought that it was the right time for me to know, a time where I would have already such strong feelings I would need a lot more time, a harder time to think about leaving him and then really doing it.

It was the early evening when we arrived from one of our dates to spend the rest of the day together watching movies. But the moment I saw those items on the coffee table in front of the couch in the living room, I froze in horror.

It was a shirt lying there, stained with red – blood – together with two guns and a batch.

I wasn’t dumb, I knew the sign of one of the most dangerous mafia gangs around. Everyone knew who EXO was, first what their sign looks like, where their territory was and how dangerous they really were. The police always advisers to run away first and be safe whenever they sighted a member and then call them for help. EXO was known for being too skilled, unforgiving and ruthless.

The moment I turned towards Kyungsoo, he had an expressionless face on while mine was pale. I couldn’t really believe that someone like Kyungsoo would be involved in the underground scene, especially in EXO. At first, maybe. But not after getting to know him, seeing his warm and gentle side.

“Sit down, Iseul.” He spoke his tone light yet with such a strange force and such a dominance that I found myself following his command without even a second delay. “I know that this is a serious situation, but it’s time for you to know what I am doing for a living.”

“You are in EXO.” I breathed out, not having really progressing how.

He broke out into a smile. “Smart.” He chuckled. “I am not just any member, I am the head of the mafia, I am the boss.”

I wanted to leave, I needed to leave that moment.  I felt suffocated like I couldn’t breathe.

I needed time for myself before I would do anything too rashly. Before I would regret any decision in the future.

I didn’t know what would hurt more; staying together with a mafia boss that kills and threatens people on a daily basis, or leaving the love of my life.

It was just a bit time I wanted to have at the moment to be able to sort out the thoughts floating in my head, just some alone time.

He didn’t allow it. For him, being in the mafia boss changed nothing. I was still his, still loved him. His job was just another fact that wasn’t relevant in the equation. And while that wasn’t a part of the character but one’s lifestyle, it didn’t have any importance, not to him.

He was party right, of course, it wasn’t a part of his character, not the part he showed to me at least. Yet there was somewhere his dark side that was fully the mafia boss of EXO. His strong dominance, the darkness in his eyes when someone angered him, the calm death oozing off him.  This revelation was surely a part of his life and his lifestyle. If I wanted to be a part of his life, that fact would also be a part of my life. I needed to live with that, to accept that he would always stay a mafia boss. And then? What about the future? What about all his enemies and all the dangers? Especially after we create a family? What then?

Before I could even stand up to retreat and walk out of the door, Kyungsoo stood in front of me. His look was calm and composed, his eyes were unwavering though.

“I’m not letting you leave, Iseul.” His face was stoic, his voice holding an authority that was warning me. “You belonged to me before knowing and you belong to me now. Nothing has changed, and nothing will.”

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so i learnt about hanahaki disease AU’s and this is the level of angst I aspire to achieve in my writings. 


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(Not so) Alone in the Dark

Pairing: Earth-2 Harrison Wells x Reader

Summary: Harry causes a blackout despite the readers warnings and both of them learn something new. (I suck at summaries and be gentle with me, I haven’t written in a while. Like if you read!)

(Y/N): Your name, (E/C): Eye Color, (H/C): Hair Color.

You rubbed your temples as you leaned over your desk. Caitlin and Cisco were on the other side of the Cortex swapping theories about the newest meta-human that had tried to kill Barry at the police station. You had created a new algorithm that could narrow down certain aspects of one’s DNA, specifically that of a meta-human. It was your small contribution to the team and almost useless without a blood sample so it was really thanks to Joe that this was even possible. He had shot the meta-human just before she electrocuted Barry, making her disappear. Cisco had almost passed out from excitement upon hearing this, saying she probably escaped via the buildings wiring.

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YOU BELONG WITH ME (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Request: Hei :) I would like to request a Bellamy Blake image in which the reader was banished and beaten up by her own tribe because they found out that she helped the sky people. (she didn’t agree with her people to see them as threat so she helped them to survive) She makes it to their camp and bellamy finds her and brings her inside. He comforts her and is by her side. A lot of fluff pls! Maybe sth like “But I have no place now where I belong to” and he is like “You always belong to me!” 💕 Thx!!


No matter what you shouted, it didn’t stop. Your voice became rough and your mouth was full of blood. You were being tested, pushed far beyond your breaking point. But you refused to show an ounce of regret for helping Skaikru. The beating would not stop, even when you’re about to pass out.

“You’re a traitor, Y/N.” Your leader says, his voice boastful and angry. “You are Azgeda no more.” Though he isn’t yelling, you know Prince Roan has never felt this betrayal before. 

“Good.” You reply, spitting blood from your mouth. 

You screamed that you were doing what’s best, that you love them and that everyone else should too. Even if they did come from the sky, they belong here now. But no one listens. The punches roll one by one and at this point, you felt numb as the earth disappeared from around you.

The sun hasn’t decided to set yet when you wake up, your back resting upon the harsh ground. It’s quiet. The area around you seems uninhabited. You’re glad for this, you don’t know what you would’ve done if you had woken up with the warriors still beside you.

Rising up and down, you listen to your ragged breaths contrasting the pensive sound of nature and crickets. Tomorrow’s going to be a hot day, they’re singing. It takes a few moments to stand from where you’re laying on the ground and when you finally rise to your feet, your chest sinks.

Where are you supposed to go? You’re people have left you out here to die.It’s clear that they don’t want you. You’ve been banished. For life.

Knowing you have to find somewhere to go before the sun sets, you walk down the familiar path straight to Skaikru’s camp - straight to Bellamy.

Your head is beginning to hurt when you reach the yellow glow coming from the camp. As soon as you’re close, you hear shouts and screams and you immediately put your hands in surrender. Your eyes are shut, almost as if you’re about to fall asleep right then and there. The red blood stains your chin and clothes and Bellamy can’t miss it as he rushes up to you, letting the gun hand around his body when he realises there’s no threat. 

 "Y/N!“ He shouts, shock and fear filling his eyes and voice. You can’t even open your eyes anymore, you’re too tired to even move. Before you can slip away from this reality, you feel Bellamy’s arms around you as he lifts you up. It feels like hours later that he finally sets you down on the comfort of a bed - though it had barely even been a minute. Time seemed to go extremely slow as you lay down, breathing calmly.

 "I’m s-sorry…” you mutter, your voice raspy and dry as you open your eyes slightly. You see his back facing you as he prepares something on the wooden table. When he turns around you see what he has in his hands. A cloth in a bucket of water. He’s going to clean your cuts. 

Furrowing his eyebrows at your apology, Bellamy sits beside you. “You have nothing to be sorry about.” He brushes it off, gently placing the cloth on your cheek. 

 "It’s not right of me to show up in the middle of the night like this.“ You admit, feeling guilt and sadness over everything that’s happened tonight. "I probably scared half your people to death." 

 Bellamy chuckles, his smile bringing you relief as he dips the red cloth back into the clean water. When he places it onto your lip, you wince back at the pain. "My bad.” He cringes, accepting your forced smile in response. “And that’s good. It was kind of like a practice emergency.” He jokes, his fingers tracing along your bottom lip when the crusted blood is gone. 

 You chuckle back and the noise of it makes Bellamy feel special - like he’s in the middle of something great that no one else gets to witness. Even though your smile was small, it felt good to see it anyway. 

 "Y/N,“ Bellamy begins, his voice dripping with curiosity, "What happened to you?” You look at him, wishing you could cover yourself with the blankets of his bed and disappear. 

What happens if you tell him? Half of Skaikru are madly skeptical about Grounders… as if they’d want you to be apart of their people now. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you close your eyes for a split second before you open up to him. There’s no point hiding it. 

“I was banished from my people." 

 "What? Why?” He questions incredulously, anger resting in his tone. 

 "They found out that I had helped you.“ You admit. Bellamy furrows his eyebrows, guilt and sadness plaguing his features. You quickly shut down the idea that you regret it with a smile. "I wouldn’t change a thing about helping you and I sure as hell don’t regret it.” You sit up, moving towards Bellamy, “I take none of it back and Prince Roan knows that." 

 Placing a hand on the side of your cheek that isn’t ridden with blood, Bellamy looks you deep in the eyes. "I’m so sorry.” He mumbles. 

 You shake your head, placing your hand on top of his. "I made my own choice but I don’t know how to live with it.“ 

 "What do you mean?" 

 "I have no people anymore.” You look down, letting your hand fall from his warm one. “I have nowhere I belong to." 

 He smiles slightly, his eyes glancing from yours to your lips. All he feels is admiration and fondness. "You always belong with me, Y/N." 

 You look at him, a smile spreading across your face as tears build."Really? Are you sure?" 

 Bell places a long kiss on your forehead, pulling back with a smile. "As sure as the sun will rise.”

Home is Where the Heart is

Love this imagine by @we-write-imagines !! Had to write something right away :):)

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Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Summary:  When things go bad, you really don’t want to be a burden on your friends, so you decide to deal with everything yourself. But what happens when Derek find out what’s been going on? What will he do when he realises you’ve been hiding something from him? Will he be angry, or will he understand?

Pairings: Derek/You

Warnings: Some angst and fluff


You attended pack meetings whenever you could. It was hard though, seeing as you were a bit of a drifter.

When things at home got rough, you decided it might be best to go off on your own for a while. That had been a month ago now, and still, no one knew. And that’s exactly how you wanted to keep it.

If the pack knew about your situation they would all be right there, willing to help. But you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t be a burden on them. Not like that.

Not even when it came to your Alpha-slash-complicated-friend, Derek.

The two of you had flirted ever since you met. Thing shad gotten heated here and there. It sometimes felt like you might actually be dating. But you hadn’t talked about it, so you didn’t feel comfortable labeling it. Which meant there was no way in hell you were going to ask for his help.

Standing at the back of his loft now, listening to Stiles note ever reason why Derek’s plan was the worst, you found yourself staring a hole into the ground, mind everywhere but here.

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Chanyeol – With Me

Characters: Chanyeol x You

Type: Angst, Fluff

Word count: 1321

A/N: [6/9] I am so glad that you guys seem to enjoy the scenarios!

“You don’t belong to me Aera, you belong with me. Besides me, on top.”

I should have listened to myself and went home sooner when it was slightly bright outside at least. But no, I always needed to study to the last minute I got and go through everything I wrote down during today’s lecture. Sometimes the hard work was going to kill me, or get me killed alright.

It should have been just a fast walk home to finally have an hour of relaxing before going to bed and enjoy the whole weekend ahead. Yet the moment I rounded the corner, I collided with a figure who send me tumbling down if it wasn’t for him catching me before it happened.

No, this wasn’t that kind of romance story, where the guy was that charming dude making one all blush and all. No, this guy may be just as handsome as a charming prince would be but he was far from being one. Especially with the gun directed at me, forcing me into a small ally.

“No words, the ones after me will kill us both otherwise.” He growled, rather pissed than calm and composed. I was the calm one, not because I wasn’t scared – I was full of fear – but because I was too dazed to even realise in what situation I got in.

That were the first things he muttered to me. They were without mercy, ice cold and straight to the point. I was forced to lead him home and let him stay there for an undefined period of time.

He stayed for three weeks, in which I got to know his character, his profession and his lifestyle. Park Chanyeol, the mafia boss of EXO has a soft side that liked to joke around, that’s what I heard from his members only. But the other cold and aggressive type were annoying as hell and the only side I really saw. I just hoped that this side of him would only surface in critical situations like he was in when I met him.

The territory I was living in belonged to him, but that didn’t stop his former friend to come after him and his close members. It was the betrayal that was cutting through him. And he was sure to take his revenge in the most gruesome ways he could. He was all out for spilling blood. I really thought that he would be one of those types of human beings who let their stress and anger out on other people. I was all out to expect any shouting at me and or trashing my living room. But nope, nothing like that.

What surprised me the most though, was that Chanyeol never seemed to force me into anything about the mafia life. He sure was cold and distant, didn’t let me meet my friends out of school or late out at all and took my phone to make it unable for me to either call my family, friends and the police. However, that works.

But through all his annoying actions, his members were the most irritation. They did everything in their power to bug me and get my attention like little kids with ADHS.I expected them to be smug, cocky and sort of aggressive douches, yet they only placed around like children. Other than that, I had a lot of free time and that was very much off-putting. It was scary. Either they were sure I wouldn’t rat them out, or they were sure to prevent that from happening. And even after seeing all those sides of them, I could only think that he would kill me the moment he was going away. I lived with that fear for approximately three weeks before they suddenly vanished.

All his clothes his members brought were gone, the place strangely tidied up and clean, like he never lived there anyway.

I was more than glad and instantly moved into a new apartment to be sure that he wouldn’t come back to end my life. I completely changed my habits of staying late back at the library as well and made sure to be home before dawn. Everything went peacefully after that. When you experience things that were not great, you will get extremely thankful for what you have. So normality was something I was really grateful for now. Which is why I viewed a normal day, where I could freely decide what to do, a blessing.

Until he came back knocking on my door some months after. And I surely don’t mean normal knocking. I was just preparing to go to bed when I heard my front door crashing down. It was one of the most horrifying situations ever. It could have been anyone, which is why I was thankful for a moment that it was Chanyeol.

He wasn’t there to kill me. He only stood there in front of me, smirking down at my shocked face before he scooped me up onto his shoulders, out of the door and right into his van.

I never saw my home again after that day or left his mansion alone, or his side.

It was hard for me to deal with the fact that he never intended to kill me but have me by his side for him to love. I was not allowed to say no and I wouldn’t be able to, even if I gathered all my courage. It was either get broken with it or try to accept it and eventually fall in love with him.

At first, I did everything to defy him. It didn’t matter how, just that I did and showed him that I would resist him. I hoped that he would start to get tired of me and leave me be, but I never thought that it was just appealing him more. He loved ‘the fire he was seeing in my eyes’, as he phrased it.

I fell in love with Chanyeol when he understood to give me time. He rented me an apartment near the college and made sure that I had everything to get my degree. He wasn’t always calling me, making sure where I was throughout the day, or visit whenever he could. He only texted me occasionally if I needed something and if everything was okay. I started to miss him throughout my days. Having seen him every day before and then suddenly not was giving me a feeling of loneliness. The only thing preventing me from letting myself fall into his arms was the behaviour of me belonging to him. I wasn’t an object and I would never be one.

It was predictable that Chanyeol would soon lose his patience of waiting. It’s been more than a year since I knew him and more than 6 months since he let me be on my own when I found him on the couch in my living room after I returned from my final exam.

“You seem happy. The exam was alright, I suppose.” He smiled at me, his face in a soft and gentle expression.

“Yeah, it was alright,” I mumbled, surprised at his appearance. “What are you doing here Chanyeol?”

“I needed to see you.” He stated, his face turning serious. “I needed to hear your voice and…”

“When I’ll accept you?” I raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know.”

“Why?” His jaw tensed.

“I don’t, I can’t stand to belong to anyone. I am my own person who decides for herself.” I sighed out, looking anywhere but at him.

“And who said differently?” Chanyeol restored his voice full of confusion as he made his way to me. “I never said that you are mine.” He chuckled, making me face his way as he brushed away the hair from my face. “You are not an object and you will never be. You don’t belong to me Aera, you belong with me. Besides me, on top.”

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CS FF: Never Stop Fighting

Summary:  Missing scene from 6x22.  After finally consummating their marriage, Emma and Killian share a few quiet moments in their bed, as they discuss everything that has happened.  

Rating: G

Note: Thanks for the responses to ‘The Journey is Half the Fun’.  So, it goes without saying that there was a severe lack of Captain Swan scenes in the finale.  This is especially difficult to accept knowing that we may never get anymore.  But that’s what fanfics are for.  So much happened and they never got a chance to react to it.  This little scene is something I would have loved to see on the show.  Thank you to daniellm for the suggestion!  Hope you enjoy it!  ~Steph 

…Never Stop Fighting: Part 1/1…

Killian stared at his wife, who was lying beside him in their bed.  They had finally consummated their marriage and it was even more incredible than they imagined.  The fact that they had been torn apart again, mere moments after exchanging vows, made their first union as husband and wife that much more special.  And the fact that only two hours earlier, Emma was lying on the ground and Killian thought he had lost her for good, made this moment between them more emotional than they could have ever expected.  They had never felt more deeply connected as they made love.  

Killian lifted his hand and caressed Emma’s cheek, his eyes focused intently on hers.  

“I thought I’d lost you,” he whispered, blinking back tears.

Emma lifted her hand and covered his with it.  “I know.  I was afraid our happy beginning was going to end before it even began.”

Killian swallowed roughly. “I couldn’t breathe when I saw you lying on the ground, Emma.  It felt like my whole world was crumbling.”  

Emma brought his hand to her lips and kissed his knuckles.  She pressed a lingering kiss to his wedding ring and then placed his hand over her heart.  

“I’m right here.  I’m not going anywhere.”

He bit at his lower lip.  “I’m glad Henry got to you first and brought you back with true love’s kiss.  If he hadn’t, then I would have done the same.  We’ve never let death stop us before.  I wasn’t about to give up without a fight.”

Emma smiled sweetly.  “I knew that when I made the decision to sacrifice myself.  Saviors sacrifice.  It’s in the job description.  But I had faith that one of my true loves would bring me back.”

Killian sucked in a deep breath.  “I fought so hard to get back to you, Emma.  I knew you were frightened and alone.  I knew you didn’t remember who I was.  It was killing me to know that you had lost faith and that I couldn’t do anything to help you.”

Emma nodded.  “It was terrible.  But even through the fog, I felt you, Killian.  I felt our connection.  You were the only one who broke through.”

Killian lips slipped into a smile, as he cocked a brow. “Really?”

Emma bobbed her head.  “Henry brought me up to the roof where we were married.  And he told me that I had married my true love, Captain Hook, right there.”  She paused, chuckling. “Of course, I thought he was crazy.”

Killian laughed. “Naturally.” 

Emma’s expression softened.  “But then these images flashed in my mind.  I saw you as I walked down the aisle and then saying our vows and exchanging our wedding rings.  I saw us kissing for the first time as husband and wife.  And I knew deep down that you were my husband, my true love.  I couldn’t deal with it then, couldn’t fully accept it.  But in my heart, I knew.”

Killian leaned forward and pressed a kissed to her lips.  When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers.  

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Two Of A Kind Part 2

A Goth x Palette fanfiction

  • Part 1
  • Part 2 - you are here
  • Part 3

Goth belongs to @nekophy
Palette belongs to @angexci
Geno belongs to @loverofpiggies
Reaper belongs to @renrink

WARNING - if you do not like mentions/strong content of gore, sex, suicide, depression, please feel free to bypass this story. If you ignore this warning than you’re going to hell, I’m sorry, that’s just how the bible works.


Goth looked at the doll of Geno, laying quite limp on his bed. Something about the doll just made him miss his mother more.

Palette had left a little while ago, in a pretty strange mood. He said something like, “Yeah, best friends” in a very dreary voice rather than his usual “Seeya Gothy!” in a high pitched, happier tone.

It made him wonder what he did to upset Palette. He had said the truth right? They were friends weren’t they?

He sighed and flopped back onto the bed, thinking about what else he could have said. Something kept itching at his brain, like he knew what he said wrong.

But how could it have been so wrong? The truth was they were friends, nothing more. Even so, They didn’t have much in common, their parents were very different people, and so were they.

“They say opposites attract,” Reaper said from the doorway.

Goth sat up and looked at him, “W-what?” he asked.

“You’re sitting in your room, acting gloomy because Palette is upset you friend-zoned him,” he shrugged, sitting on the bed beside Goth.

The younger skeleton frowned and brought his knees to his chest, “It’s only friend-zoning if he liked me….” he muttered.

“Do you think he doesn’t?” Reaper asked, raising a non-existent brow.

“Of course he doesn’t, he’s just my friend,” Goth said, defending himself. He hugged his knees and let his chin rest on the small platform they made.

Reaper rolled his eyes, “Wow, you are stupid.”

Goth looked at him, “Who said I was stupid?” he asked.

“Palette did, before he left,” Reaper smirked.

Goth blinked and looked at the bedroom door, “Why would he say that?” he asked his dad.

“Well, considering you still think he doesn’t like you, then I have to agree,” he said.

“He does like me?” Goth asked.

Reaper sighed, “Of course he does,” he said and got up from the bed. “If you like him back, I’d suggest going to his house and confessing to him.”

Goth blushed a little, “C-confess?”

Reaper nodded, “Yep, it’s only right, after you shot him down by accident.”

Goth watched his father leave the room, not another word spoken between them after that. He had now two options: continue to let Palette think he didn’t like him or go confess to him and make things right.

Morally, the second option would be the best decision; on the other hand, the first option was a lot easier. He sighed and tried to weigh up the pros and cons. When he was done, he looked down at his hands, having counted them on each. The pros outweighed the cons by far. The cons only had two for each option, whereas the pros had way more than five, he ended up having to use his toes.

“Great,” he mumbled and stood up. It’s not like he didn’t want to confess how he felt, he was just super nervous about it. He ran downstairs and grabbed his jacket, throwing it on as he ran outside and down the street towards Palette’s house.



Requested by anon: Hi! Can I request a Sam x Reader one shot where a demon kidnaps Sam and the Reader and basically accuses the Reader of messing around with Dean and being unfaithful to Sam? And the demon basically tortures her in front of him because it’s *what she deserves* but the demon was actually lying the whole time because the reader really does love Sam and ends cute?

Pairings: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Violence, strong lenguage, a little angst and a little fluff

Word Count: 1131

A/N: Sorry for taking too much time to doo this, but I actually had to write it ike 3 times but anyways… Here is it. I actually like it, so let me know if you like it too. <3

“Let me out!” You screamed and kick the trunk’s door. Everything was dark and you were desperate to get out of there, you wanted to kill the fucking demon that just kidnapped you and then go back to Sam’s arms.

You felt the car slowing down until it finally stopped. Your arms were tied behind your back so you couldn’t actually defend yourself. The door opened and the sun light hit your eyes like it was fire.

The demon grabbed your arm and pulled you out. The demon was using some woman’s body as a meat suit, she was thin and in normal situations you could beat her down, but the strength that the demon possessing her, was giving her, was enormous and you couldn’t put any resistance.

“What the hell you want from me!” You screamed while she was pulling you inside an empty warehouse. “Just reveal the truth.” She threw you to the ground, making you hit your head, provoking you to lose all sense of orientation.

You couldn’t resist while she tied you to a chair and rip your blouse, revealing your anti-possession tattoo just below your shoulder. “Well, we need to get rid of these if we want to have fun.” She pulled out a dagger and without saying something else, she dug it into your flesh, making you scream in pain. “But before we continue…”

You could feel the demon penetrating your brain, your mind, and your memories. Images were passing in front of your eyes just like a movie, images of you and Sam, the moments you shared together, every kiss and even the first one you ever shared. “No, I don’t need this shit.” You heard her and she went deeper. “Yes!” Then images of Dean… You two laughing together and sharing very intimate moments. “I knew you were a bitch.” She left your mind and your head was pulsating, it was like a migraine but multiplied by ten. And then you passed out.

The pain was the thing that woke you up. The demon was piercing your skin all over again. She literally wanted to cut off a piece of your skin, your tattoo, so she could possess you. “Sam is going to found me, you bastard.” You hissed. “Oh honey, I’m counting on that… But let’s look again to that little mind of yours.”

The pain started all over again when she entered to your mind again. But somehow, she was picking just the memories of Dean and she was arranging them…

A thud noise interrupted your yelling, the door fell down and you saw your boyfriend entering the dark room. “Y/N?” Sam then looked at the demon next to you. “I’m going to kill you.” He threatened her. “Do you really want to waste your time with this unfaithful bitch?” Your skin burned at her touch, just where she had her down. “Sam!” You screamed and he pointed his gun again. “Get away from her!” “But I have to show you something first.”

Pain again, but now it was different because you saw Sam suffering too and then you understood, the demon was showing him your re-arranged memories with Dean. Once she finished, Sam looked at you from the ground, completely confused but you could see the pain in his eyes.

“She’s lying!” You shout. “How could I? Those were her memories.” The demon answered and then she burned your shoulder again. “Stop!” Sam screamed while he stood up. “Sam, please…” You begged, your lungs running out of air. “What? You don’t think she deserves this?” She took a step away from you, getting closer to Sam and then grabbed your knee, burning you through your jeans. “Stop!” He yelled again and shoot her in her hand. “She doesn’t even deserve that bullet… This is what she deserves.” She kicked the chair, making you fall and hit your head again.

“Sam…” The pain of the burns and the cuts was so intense you could barely talk. “She manipulated my memories… She…” “Shut up!” She kicked you again, breaking the chair in pieces. You glanced at Sam, tears coming down your face. You tried to move, but she kicked you one more time. “Sam, I love you!” “Lies!” You crawled, trying to stand. Sam was witnessing everything, he wasn’t moving, he was just watching how that demon was torturing you. “I love you!” That made him snap. He shot at the demon again, and he ran to her, stabbing her with an angel blade in the abdomen, killing her.

He dropped her to the ground and then got closer to you. “Sam…” You searched for words, but you couldn’t find any. Your body was heavy and some darkness was catching you, making you close your eyes and lose your sight of Sam, the man you truly loved.

Almost a day after of the incident you woke up. You were now in a warm bed, inside a cold room. It took you some seconds to realize you were in a hospital. “Y/N” You heard his worried voice and you turned your head to your right, where he was. “Sam…” He placed a hand on your cheek. “Don’t talk, Y/N, it’s alright.” “No…” You shook your head. “What happened… I…” You tried so bad to talk, but he didn’t let you. “I know, baby.” After hearing him calling you that way, a weight disappeared from your shoulders.

“The demon… She played with my memories, that’s why you saw…” “I know.” He repeated and leaned to kiss your forehead. “How did you…? I mean… It was pretty convincing…”

“Y/N…” He slowly said your name, in a sweet quiet voice. “I love you… And I know you love me.” You arched an eyebrow. “When I was seeing what the demon wanted me to see… It felt wrong. I don’t know how to explain it but I have to look back at my own memories and I just… It felt like it was impossible for you to lie to me. “He shook his head. "While I was seeing your fake memories, I saw my own and I felt all the love… Then I knew that she was playing with me… With us.”

He leaned again and gently pressed his lips against yours. “It made me realize how much I love you… How much you love me.”

You felt that too, it was something that was living inside your chest… Impossible to describe. Maybe that was the strongest type of love you’ve ever felt. Your heart, your soul, everything belonged to him. You belonged to Sam Winchester and he was yours.

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Goth and palette meets traveler!frisk part 2(featuring some other kids! XD)

*Goth and palette teleported home with the tiny girl in Palette’s arms.*

Goth: mom, Dad? *Goth called out as he begined to look around after his parentes.*

*he spotted Sorell in the living room watching tv*

*Sorell notices Goth and he smiled*

Sorell: welcome back, go-*he was about to say something before Goth interupted him*

Goth: where is mom and Dad, we founded a tiny 5 inches tall person! *Goth interupted*

*Sorell was quiet for a while but then tilted his head*

Sorell: who are “we”? *he asked confused*

Goth: me and palette! *Goth replied as he blushed a little*

Sorell: ohh?~ *he said with a little smirk when he saw Goth blushing*

Goth: n-nevermind, but we gotta help them! They where almost frozen to death! *Goth said a bit Worried.*

*Palette walked into the living room with the tiny little kid still in his arms. Palette putted the little kid on The couch och and carefully looked at Her to see if she was okay.*

*The little kid seemed to be warmer but was whimpering a little in her sleep…*


Nova: hope you guys liked it! ^^

Traveler!frisk belongs to me

Goth belongs to @nekophy

Palette belongs to @angexci

Sorell belongs to @ivywolf777

((sorrry if i got there personalitys wrong but i hope you guys liked it and reblogs are Appricated! ^^)

A/N: Takes place sometime between 3x17-3x19.

He moved again, another turn from back to side, away from her, facing the wall. It was the worst, most selfish thing he could have been thinking, but the thought wouldn’t leave him alone. The possibility of it was unnerving, and there was no proof for why he should even let it get to him.

Sometimes things just got to you though. Stuff from the past that you thought you were over, then realized you weren’t.

He WAS over this though, totally and completely.

He and Iris were engaged. While the threat of Savitar still loomed, and truly that ate up a lot of their time together - thinking about it and how it could be stopped and how to face it if it couldn’t. The latter was never spoken aloud though. It was too scary to even contemplate.

So, with such a huge dilemma on their plate, it was weird and it was unfair to Iris for him to be thinking the way he was. And it was irritating for him too because it was keeping him awake.

He moved again.


Out come Iris’s hand on his bare shoulder. He drilled, but it was obvious he’d been caught.

“If you move one more time, I’m going to duck tape you to this bed.”

Barry looked over his shoulder at her.

“Am I keeping you awake?” He asked, concerned.

Iris opened her eyes and searched his face, amused.

“How would you sleep if you were next to a human log that kept moving every five seconds?”

Barry laid on his back but kept his face turned toward her.

“A log?”

“A log is a part of a tree,” she informed him.

“And?” He started to grin.

“And your skinny ass reminds me of a tree.”

He chuckled. “Without the leaves.”

“Well, that could be your hair.”

“And branches.”


“My hair isn’t green though…”

She sighed, done with the teasing.

“Why can’t you sleep?”

He turned his face away from her and stared up at the ceiling.

“It’s nothing.”

She waited a beat, and then…

“Is it-?”

“No,” he said instantly, knocking out that possibility immediately.

He wasn’t going to make her think about Savitar any more than necessary, even to save his own skin.

Iris reached out and flattened her hand on his chest, a plea for him to open up to her.

“You’re hot,” she remarked. He didn’t make a joke over it. She lifted her head and propped it in her hand bent up on her elbow. “And your heart is racing.”

She slid her hand across his collar bone and the base of his neck until she could turn his head to face her.

“Talk to me.” Her brows furrowed in concern. “What’s wrong?”

He took her fingers in his hands and kissed her knuckles.

“Iris…” he murmured on a reverent, exhausted sigh. “It’s nothing,” he said again and looked up at her. “Really.”

She frowned. “Then why can’t you sleep?” She demanded gently.

“Sometimes I just can’t.” He shrugged, hoping she’d drop it.

He should’ve known she wouldn’t go down that easy. Her defiantly raised eyebrow was testament to that.

“I was just thinking,” he said.


He pursed his lips, wondering how to proceed without sticking his foot in his mouth.

It was likely inevitable, so he just went with what came to him first.

“About our broken engagement,” he admitted.

Her brows furrowed, and then she lifted her hand, wiggling the finger with her engagement ring on it.

“It’s not broken anymore, Bear. You sang to me, remember? I said yes.”

“I know.” He forced a smile. “And I’m very grateful you did.” He looked away again. “I shouldn’t be thinking about it. I don’t know why I am. I just remember asking if I’d lost you and you walking away.”

Iris closed her eyes, the tension and uncertainty from that day washing over her, just as it was washing over him.

He sighed.

“And then Joe was there and he made me tell him what was up.”

“What did you say?” She asked quietly, swallowing hard soon after.

“That you were having doubts about us.” He turned to look at her. “About marrying me.”

She opened her eyes, but tears were in them now.

“You were, weren’t you? You were having doubts.”

Her sad smile didn’t make him feel any better. Neither did her hand on his face, which was probably meant to reassure him.

“It was never about me nor wanting to marry you, Bear. I love you more than anything. You know that.” She tried for a laugh, but it sounded off. Unnatural. “I said yes twice. Who does that?”

He looked away again and she spread her hand on his chest again, trying to rein him in so he wouldn’t pull away from her.

“Barry…” she called to him in s bit of a sing-song voice, almost a lullaby.

Finally he turned to look at her again.

“I just wanted to be asked for the right reasons.”

He hesitated, then -

“Do you think you’ll ever regret it?”

Her lips parted, shock reverberating through her.

“Saying yes to me.” He paused. “Do you think you’re going to have doubts again?”

“Barry,” she scolded, but her voice was full of concern. She inched towards him and laid her head on his chest, wrapping her arm around his torso.

“No, never,” she said. “Never in my life will I ever regret saying yes to you.” She sighed, sad for him, and moved her thumb on his skin. “I don’t even regret saying yes the first time.”

His brows furrowed. He hadn’t expected that.

“You don’t?”

She shook her head against him.

“No,” she said. “I wanted your heart in the right place, but mine always was.” She kissed his chest softly. The little gesture made him feel warm, almost reassured. “Even though I was the one who took your ring off, I always wanted it back on. It…” Her breath caught in her throat. “It hurt so much when you changed your mind and left me.”

He closed his eyes, guilt washing over him. He put his hands in her dark locks and pressed a kiss into her hair.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I shouldn’t have done that. I just didn’t know how to…”

“I know.” She lifted her head, and a tear drifted down her cheek.

He brushed it aside and regretted everything.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, then swallowed hard. He shook his head and laughed mockingly, at himself. “I shouldn’t have brought this up.” He looked back at her. “I’m not trying to hurt you. I would never want that.”

“YOU hurting is what hurts me, Bear.”

She wrapped her hand around his neck, and he tensed. So she lowered her lips to his and kissed him, urging him to respond and nearly sighing aloud in response when he finally did.

His arms wrapped around her, even tighter when she lifted her head and then rested it on his chest again, snuggling into him.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, but he could barely say it. He was berating himself. “I don’t deserve you, Iris. I don’t.”

“Shh,” she soothed, snuggling tighter against him when his arms started to loosen him.

He tried to relax, but he couldn’t. The more she tried to reassure him, the more he wanted to run away and scream and cry and…run home to her.

The words from his song trickled through his mind. He felt the truth in every part of them, then remembered her smile when she looked him in, the look of adoration and love. She was awed, and she felt safe.

And then…he proposed, and she said yes.

She said YES.

He nearly groaned out loud.

He was an idiot.

“I’m a mess,” he informed her.

She half-laughed, half-cried, then lifted her head, eyes shining with love.

“Yes, you are,” she confirmed, then lowered her head to initiate an Eskimo kiss. “But I love you anyway.”

Her voice was soft and warm, and finally he relaxed.


“I will never regret saying yes, Barry. I won’t have doubts. I won’t take off my ring ever again. And every day of our married life I will thank my lucky stars that you woke up one day and decided to love me.”

He groaned and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

He was so, so undeserving of her. Never in his life would he ever be worthy of Iris West, angel from heaven who loved him so, so much.

Maybe he should let her, he thought, a peace washing over him and filling every empty, lonely space filled with heartache inside him.

Maybe he should just let her love him and believe her when she said she’d never doubted what she felt and what she felt was the desire to marry him because she loved him more than anything.

He needed her too much to believe otherwise.

And life was too short to spend dwelling on the past. What was important was the future, and she wanted one with him.

“I love you,” he whispered, and her angelic, relieved sigh cued the beginning of his - their - long, restful night of sleep.

“I love you, too, Bear.” She brushed her nose against his skin. His arms squeezed her small frame gently. “I can’t wait to be your wife.”

He felt her smile again and knew an almost unbearable sensation of pure joy.

Her heart belonged to him. It was almost overwhelming. Because he so completely, so eternally, so purely belonged to her.

With every fiber of his being, he belonged to Iris West.

The Radio

Supernatural/SPN Fanfic

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1116

Warnings: Fluffy Dean, Breaking of Dean’s car rules

A/N: This is for @percussiongirl2017 and her Finally Legal Birthday Challenge. Happy belated birthday, hon! My prompt was “Since I’m not sitting shotgun, can I pick the music?” and the song was “Drinking Class”  by Lee Brice. The lyrics are in italics and not mine.

Gentle shaking jarred you from sleep. Your eyes fluttered open and you were able to catch a glimpse of the clock on your bedside table. 5:23 am. Way too freaking early. You felt someone shake you again, but you fought against it, deciding instead to roll back onto your stomach and burrow deeper into the bed to chase that restful sleep.

“Come on, sweetheart,” you heard Dean whisper close to your ear. “I know you’re tired, but you gotta get up. We have a hunt.”

“It’s toooooo early…….” You whined, fighting against your boyfriend’s touch to stay asleep.

“Amanda…..” Dean growled softly, shaking you a little harder.

“Fine.” You pulled yourself up and towards Dean, giving him a disgruntled glare. “But, I just want to point out that I wouldn’t be so tired if you had let me get any sleep last night.

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Mob Psycho 100 Fanfiction Masterpost: Shipping Edition (Part 3)

These are all fics for the pairing serirei (Serizawa Katsuya/Reigen Arataka)

They are all for either teen and up or general audiences.

If you feel like there is a work that belongs on this list that isn’t on it, please let me know. If there a is work that involves non-con please let me know because then it doesn’t belong on this list. If there is a work on this list that makes you uncomfortable for any reason, please let me know and I’ll take it off the list. 

*I feel like there are especially a lot of unknown or underrated authors on this list, so again, please leave comments and kudos on the fics you read. Literally just commenting “good” will let the author know that you read and enjoyed their fic enough to comment on it.

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Title: The Moon (Part 10.)

Character(s): Negan, Luna Grey (fictional) and Simon
Summary: Luna seeks advice from Simon. Afterwards, both men realize what just happened to Luna.
Word Count: 3,244

Author’s Note: Oh man. I cannot wait for you guys to read what’s next! I hope you guys enjoyed this part! :) Also, let’s just say that instead of Daryl, it’s Simon that’s in this GIF alongside Negan and Dwight! I wish all three were in a scene together… Here’s to hoping that happens soon! 10 points to anyone who can guess who’s going to be in the next chapter ;) 

Taglist: @miiraal | @clinicalkayla​ | @ronweaselz​ | @heartfulloffandoms | @warriorqueen1991 | @dead-head-joker | @eliselulu23 | @may85 | @negantrashlucille23 | @myheart4ever47 | @almostinwonderland

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It had been a few days since Negan told Luna about his old life. If he was being honest, he was doing his best to avoid her. He used his resources (also known as Simon) to gather information about how she was doing now that she was working with Denise again, but other than that, Negan wanted to keep his distance.

He wasn’t used to rejection, but something about Luna turning him down not only hurt him, but also his dignity.

The day after their talk, Luna expected Negan to knock on her door to wake her up for a shift with Denise. Needless to say, she was slightly surprised to see Simon.

Luna kept thinking about Negan. She still wasn’t able to get any sleep from the haunting thoughts of the man she killed, but there had been a few times where her mind drifted to Negan. She had to wonder if this was life’s way of giving them both a chance to make things right in a relationship that they couldn’t fix before the apocalypse.

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Rose’s Captain Swan Fanfiction Treasure Trove

This mainly for my lovely friend Adira (who I JUST converted to OUAT) but might well post it for anyone who hasn’t read any of these fics. I would be surprised if they hadn’t because the majority of these have high popularity and would be what I consider classics. I love them all enough that I’ve downloaded them on my Evernote app and will reread them while I’m flying or on public transit. Anyway, these are my Top Ten favorite Captain Swan fics with my reviews/comments. Enjoy

You Play Ball Like a Girl by welllpthisishappening

  • Rated: M
  • Notable Features: Modern!AU, Boss!Killian, Slow Burn, Angst, Baseball & Killian (deadly as hell)
  • Author’s Description: Emma Swan had a plan. Get the story. Get the byline. Up her Twitter follower count. It was simple – she was going to take over the New York City journalism world. And she was going to do it from the sideline with a credential around her neck and a pen stuffed in her hair and a fierce determination no one was going to be able to put a dent in.It was the perfect plan.That plan just failed to factor in Killian Jones.
  • Rose’s Review: THIS FIC! MY GOD THIS FIC! I am in love with it and the author Laura (like full one girl crush on lovely lady. She’s just too cool and if I wasn’t engaged and she wasn’t married, I would like propose because this girl is my fanfic soulmate to the point my best friend is jealous even tho I have legit never met this woman, but that’s besides the point. I’m gonna stop embarrassing myself now. I need to shut up.) Anyway, sports centric isn’t normally a thing I go for because I’m a former athlete and the second I catch a mistake it’s an immediate turnoff, but Laura knows her shit. (Like really knows her shit. I can’t tell you how many times I cackled over her references to Melo being a selfish asshole and I love Emma and David’s rendition of the Giants/Pats rivalry! Also her reference to Derek Jeter’s walk up! OMG I promise I will stop right now but I’m so in love) However, you don’t need to love sports to love this fic, it’s just if you do it’s an added bonus. I love the development of Killian and Emma’s relationship even though the angst in this just kills me in the most delightful way. The Henry side story is honestly the best thing over and even though he’s not Emma’s son in this, the relationship between Emma, Henry and Killian really pulls at your heartstrings. I think one of the reasons I really love this fic though is how Laura handles Killian’s injury and how it affected his baseball career. It was incredibly realistic and I would know because an injury ruined my basketball career a long time ago in a galaxy far far away, so the scene where Killian is in the batting cage and hitting for the first time in a long time really hit home with me because I’ve been there. Anyway, why are you still reading this review, GO READ IT NOW! And also go read her outtake collection: Just a Bit Outside.

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