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I’ll Keep You Safe // A Stiles Stilinski AU

Collab with @sarcasticallystilinski

Prompt: What if you had a countdown on your arm telling you exactly who you’re going to lose next?

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Oral (Male on Female), Virginity Loss, Skinny Dipping, Swearing, and So much fucking angst. Make sure you have tissues ready. 

Word Count: 12,271 

Song: I’ll Keep You Safe by Sleeping At Last

A/N: This is without a doubt one of the best fics Hayley and I have ever written. Not just as a collab, but amongst our own works as well. We are both so fucking in love with this story and I hope you guys love it as much as we do. Words cannot explain how amazing and beautiful this fic is to me.

If you are the kind of person who enjoys reading bubbly love stories with happy endings than I must advice you now that this story is not one of those. Because I am about to tell you the story of two lovers so addicted to each other and so connected to the other that they cheated death itself — only to be struck by another wave of agonizing tragedy instead.

Y/N Y/L/N and Stiles Stilinski were the two greatest lovers time and the universe have ever witnessed… and that drove them insane. Jealousy taking over both of their features, the universe did everything it could to separate the two until finally time found a vicious way to win. How could they have known a force so much stronger and so much darker than the incredible love they shared had begun to take over?

It didn’t matter how hard they tried to fight back nor how much they begged time for mercy, their destinies were already paved. All they could do was accept its path and believe in the quote life had beautifully taught them:

The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.

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That is a really good question and something I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about, as well!

Who is Lusamine? 
Even from what we’re given throughout the games storyline a lot is still left vague and up for interpretation.

Was Lusamine a good person who was just negatively affected by Nihilego’s toxins, that are said to bring out people’s innermost desire while crushing all sense of inhibition? Or was she always a narcissistic control freak?

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Ending of FMA: Brotherhood.

I have finished watching Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood. The last episode was incredible. It was so perfect that Mustang accepted to have his eyes cured by the Philosopher Stone. It wasn’t shown as either the right or wrong decision, as he acknowledged that Edward would certainly have disapproved. However, it was such a human decision to take it. not everyone can have the morality of the main character. It was also a very strong plot-point that Mustang would not have allowed his blindness to hinder him, even if he had not been able to cure it. 

Very much in character, and also a very powerful scene. 

That Scar came to work alongside Major Miles was also a wonderful twist. While the 2003 series also ended with the restoration of Ishval, it was much more believable with these two men supervising the endeavor. 

That scene with Havoc was incredible! (I am so happy.)

Also, as much as I enjoyed Riza and Roy in the 2003 series (because they were really only hinted at as a couple) their love for one another in Brotherhood has driven me mad. They are the most incredible partnership in the world.

I will miss Greed so much. It would have been incredible to have him rule Xing alongside Ling. And what about my roommate scene!! And my heart broke over Buccaneer and Fu. Yet these were well written deaths. And I’m not saying that because I didn’t want them to live. I wanted Greed and Ling to go on together. I wanted Buccaneer to find himself a nice girl from Central and behave like a total dork in love. I wanted Fu to take over all bodyguard duties when Lan Fan became pregnant with Ling’s child. That is not the point. The point is that the characters had agencies of their own. They were incredible people, and they died as incredible people. Watching this made me realize two things: that Hiromu Arakawa is in fact capable of writing well written character death, and that perhaps if it had been later in the series, she would have handled Maes Hughes’ death properly as well. Anyway, the deaths of Greed, Brigadier and Fu cut me to my core. They were also brilliantly written. Very, very well done. 

My heart swelled when Winry heard Al say that the dog licking him “tickles” and she knew, she knew that he was back in his body.

On the whole I don’t think I could say which I preferred: the 2003 series, or Brotherhood. Brotherhood has by far the more compact and high-paced plot. However, because the 2003 story did not have to follow such a strict storyline, it had the opportunity to do something very interesting. It was subtle in ways that Brotherhood simply wasn’t. In my review of the 2003 series I mention the quiet undertones and moments of unspoken horror that are convened through the episodes, as when no one ever says where Rose’s baby came from, or how we only ever guess what Scar’s brother lost in his attempt to transmute his dead love, or even the instance where Envy, disguised as Winry, causes Alphonse to falter by crying out, “Al, it’s you I always loved!” 

These moments don’t lead to anything. However, that makes them almost more true the life: a complicated mess of events where not everything is always addressed, but merely experienced. 

On the other hand, because Brotherhood follows one fluid storyline it feels, well, more fluid. While I stand by the fact that Maes Hughes’ death was poorly handled in both versions, the aftereffect of his death was handled with great sensitivity in Brotherhood. The characters are truly given time to mourn and to grow from the loss. 

When comparing the endings themselves Brotherhood’s is by far the better conclusion. As I mentioned before, Conqueror of Shamballa wasn’t bad exactly… it just came out of left field. It was not what anyone watching Fullmetal Alchemist wanted, but merely what they accepted. In Brotherhood, the ending is incredible. Of course Edward misses his alchemy. That is addressed. But it is also addressed that he knows he made the right decision giving it up to save his brother’s body. With Edward and Alphonse going on on their separate journeys and with Roy still climbing the ladder to Führer, it conveys that, while the story of Edward as a State Alchemist is over, the characters’ lives continue on. The ending of Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood could easily translate into a sequel. However, I think that it’s perfect that it does not do so. At least not for another twenty years. It ended as a new beginning. 

Taking these endings into account I must say that I probably do prefer Brotherhood to the original 2003 series. However, I am so happy that the first series exists. It offers new complexities and intrigues to an already complex and rich story. It has been an absolute pleasure watching Fullmetal Alchemist, from its beginning to its conclusion in Brotherhood. 

Also, for anyone interested, I have begun work on a post-series story that completely ties into the canon plot of Brotherhood (I cannot believe I can’t find this sort of story already in existence), that focuses on the survival and rediscovery of Maes Hughes. If you would, please tell me what you think:  In Memoriam.

anonymous asked:

What if Claire interrupts Jamie taking things into his own hands, Having expected her to not to be home for a while as she had to go heal away from home.

Because I’m really 12 years old, I’ve been giggling about this all day.

It was good to be home. I’d been gone for nearly a week trying to help a young mother give birth. I had told Jamie and the others that I’d be gone for at least a week, maybe longer. The girl was small and her husband was built like a bear, worrying me for her delivery. The worry had been misplaced, though. She’d delivered the little boy with hardly a problem. I’d stayed, at their insistence, for another day until I was sure the baby and mother would be alright.

But now I was home. Home to a house full of… Emptiness? Where was everyone?


I hung up my cloak by the door and headed upstairs to the bedroom. If nothing else, I was due for a good wash. The road dust and mud had found its way into my shoes and I could feel the grit between my toes. Having anticipated being alone in my room, I’d already begun to loosen my stays. 

A deep Scottish voice moaned from the corner. I knew that voice. And that moan.

Spinning around quickly, I felt my mouth drop open. Jamie sat on the floor in the corner of the room, gripping himself tightly. My brows slowly rose.

“Oh God…” he panted.

I couldn’t look away and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. He couldn’t possibly be pleasuring himself. Yet, that’s exactly what he was doing.

“And just what do you think you’re doing, James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser?”


Hands on my hips, I waited for him to stumble to his feet and provide me with an explanation.


“That’s not an answer to my question.”

“Ah… Wheel, ye were gone, ye ken, and…”

“I’m aware that I was gone. But it was only five days. Surely your fleshly desire could have waited until I got back.”

“Oh, wheel… Aye, but… See I had this dream of ye and… I woke wi’ a nasty cockstand and… Wheel…”

“Oh a dream was it?”

He nodded quickly, trying to cover himself with the bottom of his shirt. But there wasn’t a thing in the house that would cover THAT up.

“Aye. A dream. About you, Sassenach. I swear it.”

“And you thought I wouldn’t mind if you just took care of it yourself?”

“Ah… I didna think ye’d be home so soon…”

“I see.”

With a huff and a twirl of my skirts, I continued with my preparations for a bath. If he wanted to make love to a dream, then that’s what he’d get.

“Ah… Claire? Are ye angry wi’ me?”

“Oh certainly not. You did what you had to do, of course.”

His eyes narrowed as he watched methodically undress myself. I knew what he was thinking. The hope practically glowed in his eyes. He honestly thought I’d take care of his needs now that I was home. There were still things he had to learn, even after all these years of marriage.

“Would you mind getting me some of the hot water from the kitchen please?”

His mouth opened and closed before he nodded and rushed out. If he was quick about it, no one would see him. Hopefully.

He came back and poured the water into the wash tub. It was steaming delightfully and I longed to soak my aching body in it. A full day on horseback was not something a woman my age did easily.

“Sassenach?” he asked as I stepped into the water.

“Yes, my love?” I said dryly.

“Ah… What is it ye’re doing?”

“Well, it seems as if I’m taking a bath.”

“Would ye like some help wi’ it?”

Looking him dead in the eye, I smiled the most wicked smile I could muster.

“I think I’m just fine on my own. You just go back to your corner and finish whatever you were doing.”

He stared at me in utter disbelief. He’d seen me touch myself briefly on a riverbank before we’d made love like slippery snakes. I hadn’t really had a need to do it since then, as he was usually within easy reach.

I didn’t need to do it now, but I thought he should learn something today. No matter if it was me he was thinking of, he was pleasuring himself without me. He took something from me, doing that, and I meant to make sure he understood that.

Jamie backed himself into the corner, still staring at me. I sank down into the warm water and sighed. It felt wonderful on my skin, relaxing my muscles and joints. I heard faint popping as I came back into alignment. With my eyes closed, mostly so I wouldn’t break into giggles at the look that would be on his face, I propped one leg over the edge of the tub.

I had to see him, then. I had to know the look of painful longing in his eyes. To be sure he knew exactly what I was doing, I slid my hand up from my ankle down below the water line. He craned his neck to see where it went, grimacing when the water distorted his view.

“Ye dinna have to do that, Claire,” he said, voice pleading.

“Neither did you. You can come closer to watch if you like, but don’t you dare touch me.”

He rushed forward so fast his shirt tails fluttered behind him. Standing over me, he stared down into the watery depths. One thing about being as pale as I was, my flesh wasn’t difficult to see in dark water.

“Christ ye look so bonny in the water,” he breathed.

“Just imagine how much more bonny I’d be if you joined me,” I said, meeting his eyes.

The hope sprang up again and I said nothing, glaring until he settled back onto his feet. I wanted him badly, almost enough to let him in the tub. But no. Looking at the tent he’d created with his shirt, I was reminded of the state I’d found him in.

My own eyes rolled back as my fingers moved lightly over my swollen flesh. I might have made a sound, I wasn’t paying close enough attention. I only knew what my body wanted and how to get it. 

“Jesus, Claire. Please don’t.”

“Now you’ll know what it feels like. Perhaps the next time you consider taking things into your own hands, you’ll recall this experience, hmm?”

My back arched and this time I did make a noise as I slid one finger in. The question now was should I make it fast or make him agonize over it?

Cracking one eye open, I saw the sweat beading at his temples. His jaw was clenched so hard I was absently worried he might crack a tooth. Both hands were in tight fists. As enjoyable as it might be to do this to him, I’d better make it fast before he started breaking furniture.

Toes curling, I felt the little bones pop as I writhed from my own attentions. Jamie was groaning and grunting in time with me. Forcing my eyes open, I realized he was stroking himself in perfect rhythm with my own hand. It was coming, the epic conclusion. I felt it building like a volcano about to erupt.

Unbidden, words came to my lips.


I couldn’t stop him even if I’d wanted to. And I did not want to. His hand plunged into the water and tore my own away from myself. He wrapped my fingers around his hardness and thrust two fingers into me so hard my volcano erupted. I cried out and heard water splashing over the sides of the tub. Without thinking, I pulled and squeezed him until I felt him tremble in my hand.

Some time later, when the water had gone cold and he was limp in my grasp, I opened my eyes. He had one hand gripping the rim of the tub to keep himself upright.

“God, Claire,” he groaned.

“That wasn’t what I’d planned,” I said, taking a deep, satisfied breath.

“I’ve half a mind t’ throw ye on the bed and make ye beg for mercy…”

“But you won’t. Get me that towel would you?”

On shaking legs, he straightened and grabbed the towel for me. But, rather than hand it over, he wrapped me in it and pulled me into his chest.

“Forgive me, Sassenach. I didna mean to hurt ye wi’ my actions.”

I stared up at him, shocked. I hadn’t breathed a word about being upset by what he’d done.

“I ken ye verra well by now, mo nighean donn. Ye have a glass face and I can read it like my own mind.”

“Jamie, I-”

“Am I wrong? Were ye no’ hurt by what I did?”

“I… A little.”

“Then I beg your forgiveness. That wasna my intention.”

“I know. I just don’t like the idea that you can get pleasure somewhere else. What need would you have of sharing my bed, then?”

“What need? After all this time, still ye think I find pleasure elsewhere?”

I looked up at him and saw him smile.

“Nae, Sassenach. It’s only ever been you. My whole heart for my whole life.”