fictional fix

sorry if someone has already talked about this but the abandoned Underground station in TEH is called Sumatra Road, so this fictional unused avenue shares the name of the alternate destination in Sherlock’s fix-it fiction where the protagonist defies the odds and lives, and that’s where he and John go together to defuse the bomb (both the emotional one and the actual one). John and Sherlock go to Sumatra (Road) and defy the odds by avoiding death and have an emotional exchange where John forgives him. Sherlock’s idea of a happy ending isn’t just surviving it’s living with John’s forgiveness and esteem.

Petra hangs above the void, kicks her feet as she has not done since she was a child, since before the witches claimed her. Amethyst clouds swirl before her, casting shadows across the spars and wreckage that litter the Reef. Beside her, a knife-edge of reclaimed metal juts into empty space.

She has come from her charge’s cell, his four arms eternally clutching blades and gemstone. Focused, as always, on carving something beautiful. In a way, she envies him - he has nothing left to lose.

She stands, rolls her shoulders. And places a single, tentative foot on the beam next to her. Ship or Ketch or the detritus of a dead civilization she cannot say, but it remains solid beneath her despite the shifting mists and the pounding of her heart. The Tower has three, but now the Reef has only her single eye and all the rickety balance she can muster.

She does not slip. It has been years, but her feet and heart remember. She had worried it would not be so - strength hard-won is too easy to forget, and the sureness of bare feet atop cold metal is an unexpected relief.

They call him the Warden. She wonders if it makes him chuckle, alone in his barren chamber - the Warden, more a prisoner than anyone. To the Reef, yes, but to himself as well; to the histories he has crafted, to his house, to the Fallen - to the Eliksni. She watches his eyes when he thinks that no one else does. Sees them widen in surprise and narrow in hurt. Saw the pain it caused when errant Wolves cast off their chains. 

What he was planning, she could not say- but dreams have their price, as she well knows. At least her prison is larger.

And yet, when she enters the poisoned atmosphere of his dungeon, she is always thankful for her mask and the anonymity it grants. She does not doubt that he would burn the Reef to ash if it meant the rebirth of his house. She does not fault him for it.

They are both loyal in their own way, and as she looks beneath her into emptiness she swears an oath - swears it seven times: as long as he stands with his head high, so will she. They are needed, both of them.

She pirouettes atop the beam. Smiles to herself at the accomplishment, but feels her throat catch. Variks knows it as well as she does: there is a gravity that comes from the Last City to which she cannot put a name, despite witch-born knowledge, despite battle-earned cunning. His Great Machine has brought its grudges with it. And she could not care a whit, because -

Because her Queen lives. And if claiming her once more means the Reef must burn, so be it. She will light the match with laughter in her heart and dance among the flames.

Sheldon slipped out of bed in his childhood bedroom and across the hall into his girlfriend’s room.  She was curled up in a ball, but with one arm reaching across the bed like she missed him just as much as he missed her.  He smiled and climbed into the bed, lifting the arm before climbing under it.  Amy snuggled up to him in her sleep before she woke up and gave a sudden yelp.  She had gone to bed alone, and expected to wake alone, so it was a little scary to wake with her arm around a warm body.

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I’ve realized that one of the things I love so much about The Martian is that the whole story is basically one of my favorite fiction tropes: the fix-it fic.

Can’t you just imagine?

The dramatic opening about the crewmember who dies on Mars, then the story about overcoming that death a returning to Mars on another mission? Or “learning to live again” on Earth? Or anything else where Mark’s death is the drama that has to be overcome?

Except The Martian just throws out the rest of the story and says, “let’s fix the horrible death at the beginning so everybody lives.”

It’s fix-it fic.

operation:  it’s the great pumpkin charlie brown

Note:  I decided to write a longer version of the Halloween Story Featuring the Current Generation of Howling Commandos.

Enjoy!

Imagine that you are eleven years old and it’s Halloween.

You’re not too old for trick or treat - in fact, this is just the right age for it to be fun.  You’re old enough to be trusted to run around the neighborhood with your friends and go trick or treating.  You get the safety lecture from your Ma, chapter and verse.  Don’t eat anything if you can’t tell what it is - there’s all these posts going around on Tumblr right now about weird candy looking things that are actually drugs and there’s always those old stories about razors in apples and poison in Pixy Stix.

You know how to Google.  The Pixy Stix douchecanoe was really a guy who wanted to kill his own kid for the life insurance money but parents will still freak out anyway.  So you nod and say “Yes, Ma” and you promise over and over that you won’t do anything stupid.  You will be careful.

And after that, you can all go back to the all important business of making your costumes.

It’s gonna be special this year.

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14 Days- Bagginshield Fic List

Find below all the fics I wrote over the past 14 days :) Thank you all who supported my works during this period!

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good NightWhen Bilbo arrives at the Undying Lands, he believes he would never see Thorin again. What he didn’t count on was a meddling wizard and another adventure that would take him to the Halls of the Dead and beyond.

Say Those Three Words to MeBilbo is dragged out to Valentine’s day by his cousin Drogo, but his night takes an unexpectedly pleasant turn when he is approached by a rather attractive stranger.

King Under the Ocean-  Bilbo travels to a remote town to investigate the disappearances of several fishing boats, the crew having washed up unharmed the next morning. He never would have guessed what he found there nor how deeply he would be caught up in this whole mess.

Close CallsNori teaches Bilbo how to throw knives, something which the company are delighted to find he has a talent for. However, Thorin may have a few words on the matter himself.

I’ve Got You-  Bilbo and Thorin go bungee jumping, however Thorin is afraid of heights.

Propriety-  Bilbo discovers, to his embarrassment, that he and Thorin are not allowed to kiss in public. Thankfully, they come up with an alternative solution.

On the Topic of Love-  Fili comes to Thorin asking for advice on the matter of love. And Thorin explains what love is to him, and how he knows he loves Bilbo.

Breakfast-  Bilbo brings Thorin breakfast in bed, but there is something else going on.

Home-  Hobbits find their soul mates by kissing potential matches. Bilbo has yet to find his soul-mate, something which the company are very surprised to find out.

She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.

She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.

—  Neil Gaiman (Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders)
“It Came from Outer Space”

                                                   ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ:
                                               ᴅɪʙ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴛʀᴏsᴘᴇᴄᴛ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Six years is a long time to wait, and it’s no wonder the bright-eyed Paranormal Investigator gave up on the misbegotten extraterrestrial.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: A fair amount of cursing, and sad feelings all around.
ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ: T+
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1,100+
ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ: 1/ ∞
ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs: Dib
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: N/A 


                                                   ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀs ɴᴏᴛᴇs

You made it to the first chapter! Congratulations. Now, you’re obligated to read this load of shit:

This is a roleplay that my friend Mira and I are currently doing off site. I DO NOT TAKE ALL CREDIT FOR THE WRITING. If it wasn’t for the amazing help of my friend, this work of fiction wouldn’t be here currently! And because this is a collaborative effort, I will be doing minimal editing. Mostly dialogue fixes, but the integrity of our distinctive writing will remain intact throughout the entire fic!

I’m not sure how updates will go, considering this is all pre-written, and it’s just a matter of editing the replies into proper fan-fic formatting and the like.

While we both tend to write an equal amount per post, we both differ in writing styles, as most people do. I have written for the character Dib, various OCs, Tak and MiMi (later chapters), Dwicky (later chapters), Tallest Purple (later chapters), and almost all of the multi-fandom references– if you catch them all, you win a prize! My friend Mira wrote for Zim, Skoodge, GIR, Minimoose (later chapters), Tallest Red (later chapters), and various OCs of her own!

If you like this chapter, please leave some constructive criticisms! And if you didn’t enjoy this… do the same! Any comment that betters myself as a writer/editor is a comment that I want to hear.

Well, that’s all I have to say about that. I hope you enjoy the first chapter of ‘It Came from Outer Space’! 👽✌

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And I could liken you to a chemical the way you made me compound a compound
But I’m a chemical, too
Inevitable you and me would mix

And I could liken you to a lot of things but I always come around
‘cause in the end I’m a sensible girl
I know the fiction of the fix

—  Werewolf, Fiona Apple
The Fix. A Gabe Brown story

Gabe Brown stepped into the small stream, pulling his white tank top over his head. He didn’t see you sitting there watching. He was hot and tired and just wanted to cool off. You thought you had found a quiet, secluded place to read, and for a time, you were completely alone. Sitting with your back against the tree, Gabe didn’t see you as he walked down to the edge of the water.

When Gabe first stepped into the stream, you opened your mouth to say something. But when he began taking off his clothes and you saw his gorgeous body, you were speechless. You weren’t supposed to be on the Brown family’s land. But after your small boat developed engine trouble just a few miles out, it was Gabe and his brother Matt who rescued you. You have been waiting two days now for them to fix your boat and get you going. You knew right away that Gabe was attracted to you and he did everything he could to stay as close to you as he possibly could. He never took his eyes off of you when you were together. And now, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

His wide shoulders were a perfect contrast to his trim waist. You should’ve looked away, but you were mesmerized. But when Gabe reached for the zipper on his pants, you quickly came to your senses.

“Gabe!” You called out to him before he could pull down his zipper and take off his jeans. He turned quickly to face you, his checks turning bright red.

“Hey. I didn’t see you there.” His rubber boots splashed in the mud as he walked out of the stream toward you.

“No problem.” You smiled. “I saw you.”

Gabe grabbed up his tank top as he made his way to sit down beside you. He settled his back against the same tree and started twisting his shirt in his hands.

“I just finished the repairs on your boat.” He said quietly.

“Oh.” You didn’t know what else to say. It was surprising how disappointed you were. “Thanks.”

You both sat looking at the stream and wondering what to say next. Gabe broke the silence. “I can break your boat again if you want.” Gabe dipped his head and looked up at you. His smile was sweet and a little sad.

“Thanks, but no,” you laughed. “I don’t want to ruin your reputation as a boat repairman.”

Gabe pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his muscular forearms on his knees. “I really enjoyed your company these last two days.” He turned to look at you and his eyes locked on yours.

“I had a great time, too.” You replied sincerely, drinking in the blue of his eyes like water.

After another few minutes of sitting quietly together, Gabe stood up and pulled on his tank top. He held his hand out for you. “I guess it’s time we get you on your way.”

“I guess so.” You hated to leave but you knew you had to get back to town. As you walked back to the beach, Gabe hesitantly reached for you and held your hand. You responded by squeezing his fingers and pressing your arm against his. You didn’t know where this would lead, but you wanted him to know you were interested in finding out.

Back aboard your boat, Gabe reached over to start the engine.

“Wrrrrr. Wrrrrr.” The engine wouldn’t start. Gabe, a little embarrassed now, tried again. “Wrrrrr. Wrrrr.”

“I am so sorry.” He apologized, looking confused. “It was working fine just a while ago.” He reached out to try the starter again.

“Let’s not worry about it for tonight.” You place your hand on his. “It’s getting late. We’ll take a look at it again tomorrow.”

Gabe nodded his head and your heart raced as he slowly leaned in to give you a kiss. His lips were warm and soft and you began to have a pretty good idea of where this would lead.

On the beach, hidden from view by the trees, Bam and Matt stand watching.

“Do you think they saw us, man?” Bam asked Matt.

“Nah. They didn’t see a thing.” Matt replied.

“OK, let’s get back. We’ll come back early tomorrow to reattach the fuel line.”

Matt put up his hand. He and Bam bumped fists, then started walking back to the camp.

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Title: Save me from The Darkness

Characters: Dean W., OFC Chloe, Sam W.

Word Count: 2700+

Prompt: ”Oh my God you’re in love!”

Author’s Note: Hello! This is my new entry for SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge I used Dean and my own original Supernatural character Chloe. Angst

Summary: Secrets are revealed and things come to a head as Sam, Dean, and Chloe prepare to battle Amara.

@one-shots-supernatural

“Chlo?” Dean called his girlfriends name as he pushed the door to her bedroom open. To say things between them were strained was an understatement. She had split time in her own room around his demon days and some how never managed to completely move out of there.

“What’s up?” She asked as she turned around from the mirror, she was getting dressed and he could barely take his eyes off of her. Nothing made him feel more weak around her then seeing her tan skin exposed, all the places his lips had traveled and ached to travel again in front of him. But they had been keeping there distance from each other, which probably was for the best.

“Um…” He cleared his throat and she raised an eye brown as she noticed her half naked self in front of him and rolled her eyes as she went to pull her jeans back on. “Sam and I were talking and I’m sure I’m going to regret saying this, but maybe you should sit this one out…especially after last time.”

The last time her referred to was when her angel powers took over her emotions and almost got her killed in a fight with Amara.

His words hit her like a punch in the stomach which she strongly shook off as she threw her t shirt on, “You and Sam, eh?” Her voice was calm but like always too calm.

She turned towards the mirror fluffing her hair as she untangled her necklaces as she continued to ignore him. Dean reluctantly came up behind her quickly wrapping his arms around her looking to give her some small sense of security or affection to stop these icy exchanges but when she showed her resistance he just gripped her harder, “Please do this for me, I haven’t said anything to you about staying back in a long time, I can’t live with myself is something happens to you.”

Tears streamed down her face, “Don’t act like this has anything to do with me, it has to do with HER.” She managed to push him off as she walked across the room trying to get far away from him. Anger flaring through her body as she paced trying to keep from punching him.

“This again,” he groaned running his hands through his hair.

“You might have Sam or even Cas convinced otherwise but every time you touch me or you’re in the same room with me I can feel it or see it.  Amara Amara Amara,” her voice raised and her eyes flashed with anger and hurt.

“Chloe,” he tried to argue but she stomped across the room and pressed him into a kiss, both her hands grabbing his face as she kissed him harder, all tongue and teeth. Dean was so caught by surprise in the sudden affection that he didn’t realize Chloe’s skin was glowing, her angelic powers taking over as she pulled her mind into his, and he growled against her unable to stop her as she stood there and allowed the assault on his mouth and his mind.

Within seconds Chloe pulled away breathless, hurt and jealousy washing over her face, “Oh my god you’re in love!” She accused her heart pounding in her chest as she slowly panicked, she knew he had been hiding something from her, but nothing had prepared her for this.

“No no no no …Chloe listen to me,” Dean pleaded but it was too late she’d seen everything, every feeling and desire he tried to hide from her was now exposed.

“You said….” Her voice continued to shake as she closed her eyes trying to unsee her image. “You said you never touched her. And you’re not fucking touching me why? Afraid I’d see the truth?”

He went to hold her but she stepped back pushing at his chest, “I fucking knew it…this is worse than the Anna shit which you lied about then!”

“How can you even compare the two, I thought you were dead when Anna happened. She kissed me and I never slept with her,” he pleaded.

“What is the difference? A lie is a lie. I forgave the Anna shit because you didn’t love her and I could tell you were lonely, but this…this is so much worse. She’s all over you,” her face twisted in hurt and disgust. “Your heart your soul, your eyes…I could feel her on her lips.” Her voice cracked as she bit back tears, nothing hurt more than feeling another women on the man she loved.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, I love you…it’s always been you.” He knew these words wouldn’t mean anything now, now that she had seen what he had tried to hide. He couldn’t help what he was feeling for Amara but be knew it couldn’t compete with what he and Chloe had regardless of what she saw or fault.

“You think that’s going to save us now? Three words, eight letters too late,” Chloe took off out of the room grabbing her bag with Dean quickly on her heels, “And you know, I’m going to fucking end this now.”

“What does that mean? Chloe stop…” He tried to catch up with her but she was faster making her way to library dodging Sam as she zig zagged through the tables.

“Sam stop her!” Dean growled at his brother as Sam quickly reached for her arm without a second thought catching her shirt.

“What the Hell is going on with you two?” Sam asked confused as he managed to slow Chloe down enough for Dean to block her from leaving the bunker.

“Get off of me,” she screamed pushing Sam off, “I’m gone Dean whether you like it or not and nothing you can say is going to change that.”

“No you’re not, you’re being ridiculous this is exactly why I said you needed to sit out, you’re letting your emotions take over,” Dean grabbed her shoulders trying to stop her from moving so she would listen.

“Oh am I? Like you already have. You could have ended this months ago but you can’t can you? You’re feelings for her are going to get us killed. The two people who YOU claim are the most important thing to you, yeah remember us?” She snapped at him as she signaled between her and Sam.

“I’m trying to save you both, but I can’t do that if you’re there, she will use you against me in a fucking heartbeat.” Dean remembered the last time as Amara had toyed with Chloe then.

“Why? You’re so fucking in love with her what difference does it make if I’m there or not. I saw it all. ‘We’re bound, Dean. We’ll always be bound. You helped me, I helped you. No matter where I am, who I am, we will always help each other.’ She quoted Amara’s words back at him as her chin quivered and she dropped her bag on the floor pacing back to the library.

"The plan isn’t to help her, it’s to send her back to wherever the Hell she came from. How can’t you not see that? Sam help me out here,” Dean looked at the younger Winchester but what could he say.

“Chloe sit down and just listen, this isn’t going to be easy for any of us,” Sam stepped in front of Dean trying his best to reason with his best friend.

“What are you going to say that will change what’s happened?“ Chloe protested. “How can you take his side on this and not mine! Damn I’ve got the bruises and a front row seat to prove I’m right.”

"I don’t know what you saw but I think Deans right, you’re not looking at it from the right perspective because of how you feel about him.” Sam replied cautiously the words hoping she wouldn’t blow up at him. He had given Dean his word that he wouldn’t let her leave.

“How I feel? I can’t compete with the hold this bitch has over him and it not even about that! Why do you always feel the need lie to me? Both of you, when have I ever lied to either of you about anything? You two lie to me you lie to each other and Cas and here I am always picking up the pieces but I still have the guts to tell the fucking truth. How the Hell is it okay for you to hide something like that from me? You don’t think that was a valuable piece of information that you two are FUCKING bound?”

“Chloe, you’re everything to me, I don’t want her, it’s like she has this hold over me, and she knows if you’re around she can’t get her hands on that, that’s why she attacked you last time!” Dean yelled.

“Both of you need to calm down,” Sam couldn’t believe how out of hand this had already gotten.

“When push comes to shove are you going to able to take her out? Because you’ve had opportunities and you haven’t. She was choking the life out of me and you just fucking stood there,” she cried the flashes of memories flooding into her.

“Does that sound like normal me? I would die trying to save you, fuck both of you. I can’t explain it, the mark is gone and it’s like I traded that for another problem. I can’t get a hold on resisting her if you’re there, it’s distracting.” He confessed.

“Chloe just need to just sit down take a breath and hear us out. Amara was going to kill you because of him, so you’re in danger whether you want to admit it or not,” the younger Winchester tried to get a grip on things.

“I’m not fucking sitting down! I can’t live here like this, all these lies and secrets, you two don’t realize that’s whats destroying us. And Sam you take his side on this? I just got caught up in one of your lies and you know what I got? I got to watch Charlie die and get tortured for three days,” She shuddered at the thought.

“Chloe–I,” Sam shut his mouth looking at Dean what could he say to that.

“How bout this, I’m going with or without you. And trust me, I’m not going to hesitate to shove something through her fucking heart,” Chloe tapped her foot as she looked between the boys.

“Sam,” Dean looked at his brother defeated who shook his head as they silently seemed to be agreeing with each other.

Chloe smiled in victory as leaned down to grab her bag dropping her guard, what she didn’t know is that the brothers had planned for this, and with one swift movement Deans hands were around her wrist locking hand cuffs on them. She wasn’t quick enough to stop him but before Sam could grab her legs she elbowed Dean quickly and slammed her head back into Sam’s nose as she took off running up the stairs.

“I fucking told you that wasn’t going to work,” Dean growled at his brother as he went after Chloe managing to grab her leg and she came crashing to a fall on the stairs. Dean pulled at her feet, “Baby please don’t make me do this.”

“Get off of me,” she growled they struggled with each other. He had managed to get a good grip on her kicking legs but that didn’t stop her arms.  

“Dean just stop,” Sam called as he pressed a tissue into his nose to soak up the blood. He had involved himself enough, Dean was on his own.

“Chloe it’s for your own good,” Deans voice was steady as he crawled over her pinning her arms over his head as his body pressed into hers as she felt the weight of him press her back into the stairs.

“If you do this to me, lock me up down there, we…are… DONE.” Chloe’s words were vicious as she stared into his green eyes.

“You don’t mean that,” he whispered trying his best to hide how hurt he was by her threat. “We could never be done, you’re my soul mate. You and I are the ones that are really bond. Chlo, you saved me from Hell, you love me no matter what, you’re love is what keeps me human, even when I had the mark or was a demon. You, me and Sam against the world. There’s nothing Amara could do to touch that. But I won’t let her use you to hurt me. You saved me, it’s my turn to save you from pure torture or pain or whatever she has planned for you.” Dean sat back on his heels releasing her wrists from his grip hoping she would calm down enough to trust him.

“I’m not going to be a prisoner and I’m not just going to sit down in that dungeon while that bitch is out there ruining my family,” Chloe cried now as she looked away from him all the emotions flooding her at once. She was shocked that they had resorted to this. Even Sam had tears in his eyes as he sat against a table hoping one of them would back down long enough for this to stop.

“Look at me,” he reached for her cuffed wrists and he squeezed her hands, “I promise you, I started this and I will be the one that ends it…”

“Noo..” Chloe tried to stop him as she sobbed. “Don’t do this to me…to us.”

“I promise I will do whatever I have to come home to you. I tried asking you to stay and that obviously didn’t work how I planned, but I have to do this. You have my word. And when I come back through that door I will spend the rest of my life making this up to you,” Dean reached for her face as he kissed her softly tasting the salt from her tears.

“She isn’t going to let you go…you’re not coming back…” Chloe’s spirit broke as she felt defeated her forehead resting against his.

“Chloe, heaven, Hell, purgatory, Angels, demons, a variety of monsters, Hell even humans, none of that has ever kept us apart. This isn’t any different.” Deans voice sounded strong and sure, as it washed relief over her.

She leaned into him catching his lips in a needy kiss as she cried against him and Dean felt a weight being lifted off of him as she seemed to be giving in.

“Your kiss could wake me from the dead. Your love could save me from the darkness.” Dean whispered against her lips as she held his wrists with her hands trying to kiss him harder, craving his touch, she would have taken him right there on the stairs if Sam hadn’t have been there.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she ran her nose against his. “But I can’t do this.”

Confusion washed over Dean as he opened his eyes meeting her blue ones and he watched her stand on the stairs and head for the door. He went to move but she had slipped out of the cuffs undetected and attached him to the metal stairs.

“Sam!!” Dean growled pulling at the cuffs in disbelief that she had managed that, but she whispered a few words of enochin and Sam was glued to the floor unable to come to his brothers aid.

“I’ll be seeing you,” she trembled and in a flash she was out the door and gone.

She was going to make Amara regret the day that she thought Dean was hers.

Ch 1/? - Unwound (Augus/Gwyn - Fae Tales)

Title: Unwound (1/?)
Rating: Mature (could change)
Pairing: Augus Each Uisge/Gwyn ap Nudd
Characters: Augus Each Uisge, Gwyn ap Nudd, Ash Glashtyn, Julvia Dubna Vajat, Gulvi Dubna Vajat, Fenwrel the Mouse-Maiden
   
Warnings/Tags: Hurt/comfort, intimacy, angst, avoidance solves everything (nope), non-sexual bondage (there could be sexual stuff eventually), leashes, collars, blindfolds, Gwyn doing his best to screw things up, and Augus not really having a bar of it.       

Summary: It doesn’t matter how many years Gwyn puts between himself and the past, he can never quite let it go. During those times when it gets worse, he drifts too far from Augus and loses sight of all the progress and love that he’s gained. Little does he know, those around him are aware, and work together to help Gwyn come back to himself.

Unwound - Chapter 1

This is a tentatively canonical hurt/comfort piece that is quite small, and set between The Court of Five Thrones (approximately 4-5 years after Gwyn’s coronation as Unseelie King) and The Ice Plague. Multiple chapters, but short ones. Conservative rating for now, for mature themes and non-sexual bondage (which is coming in later chapter/s), but the rating could change. Hope you enjoy! I’ve really missed these guys. God have I ever.

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→                                          [preview of horoscopes; a story about ghosts]

She looks askance at his untucked checkered flannel, shirttails hanging out from the bottom of his varsity jacket, and her voice is sly and smoke-scarred and melodic as she drawls—

“Hey there, Kurt Cobain.”

He licks his lips. Stares. Fiddles with the soft leather edge of the wallet in his pocket.

“Kurt Cobain’s dead,” is all he can think to say.

orange-ninja  asked:

*kicks door open instantly breaking it* Hello! tommorow i'm going to be 18 so i'm legal tommorow yay also i brought cupcakes with orange icing like i always do

*Fiction sighs, fixing the door with a snap before smiling at you*

Fiction: Happy early Birthday hun! And thanks for the cupcakes :)