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Crawling Chaos - Part Two - Void Stiles

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Void Stiles/Reader

Word Count: 5,687

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), masturbation, bondage, biting, daddy kink, literally 90% of this is PURE FILTH

Notes: I had no restraint on this. Y’all can blame @minhosmeanhoe for literally demanding this from me, and giving me things to add to this because we would just talk about everything kinky with Void. Lemme know your thoughts!

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To second chances

What if Killian had found out the truth before finding David in that cell…Based on a scene I wrote once in another fandom and suddenly seemed super appropriate to captain charming.   

(Because darn it I wanted this drama wrapped up in one episode) 


The click of the cuff around his wrist was far more insulting than anything else and Killian watched in annoyance until David’s truck vanished from sight.  But there were only so many places to go in this town.  Lifting the chain from around his neck with his hook he found a small silver key, hidden amongst the charms,  very convenient thing to have around, living in close proximity to Charmings.  Taking the key in his teeth he made quick work of the handcuffs and sprinted to Granny’s pushing open the door and calling inside.  

“Drinks on me for a week for the first person to give me a ride-” he gestured in the general direction David’s truck had taken.  

“Sure, why not,” August spoke up from behind him. Killian turned around to see the puppet had pulled up on his infernal contraption.    “But you’ll have to wear the pink helmet.”

“I’m not wearing the bloody pink helmet.”  

“My ‘ship’ my rules,”  August drawled,  then seeming to remember something he dug into a satchel.  “When you catch up with David, would you give these to him?  Honestly there’s nothing else in there but I thought he’d like to have them anyway.”   

Killian glanced down briefly and suddenly his blood turned to ice.  That face-  He must have hesitated for a moment because August looked back at him.

“Thought you were in a hurry, Cap?”  

Killian snapped the pink helmet onto his head and hopped on the demon bike without a second thought.  “We need to find Dave’s truck, now.”

They sped off in the direction that David had taken and it was no more than a couple minutes before they spotted it outside the hospital.   Killian dismounted quickly and near threw the helmet back at the puppet.  

“Need a hand?”  he vaguely heard August ask but the doors were already closing behind him.  He grabbed the first nurse he could find, demanding to know where David had gone and eventually he found someone who pointed him towards a stairwell.  

Of course.

He could hear the sounds of raised voices coming from a room at the end of the hall,  King George mocking David with his father’s final moments.  What he thought to be his father’s final moments.  The nurses were gone, the hallways empty,  apparently the title of prince had its perks, even in this land.

Suddenly the sounds from the end of the hall grew louder. The obvious escalation of a fight,  the clashing of metal against metal, the thud of someone hitting a wall.  Killian skidded to a stop outside the room, momentarily stunned by the sight of David Nolan with his blade against King George’s throat.  He barreled into the room, shoving Charming aside and then turning to push George out of the room before slamming the door behind him.

“No.”   

“That bastard admitted he killed my father,” suddenly David was charging him and Killian felt the all too familiar bite of metal against his throat.  “You take this from me and I will never never forgive you.”  

“Aye,  he admitted it,  and he told you how your father resisted temptation-”

“And it didn’t WORK! He still died.” The knife fell slack and David looked up at Killian with desperation in his eyes.  “I thought he didn’t fight for us, but he did.  He fought with everything he had.  He did the right thing.  It wasn’t enough.  What if-  What if Gideon comes back stronger and kills Emma?”  A lump formed in Killian’s throat as David’s panic echoed something inside Killian, simmering just below the surface.  “What if I can’t be with Snow ever again?  What if being Prince Charming isn’t enough, and I start losing, and it keeps going and I lose everything that matters to me?”  

Killian tried to swallow the lump in his throat but it was useless.  Seeing David,  always so strong and sure, now terrified beyond his ability to endure quietly.  David needed control… and Killian knew he could give that to him.   

“Alright, David.  You can fight your father’s murderer,  kill him if you must,  if you think that will make you feel stronger.  But there’s something you need to know first.”  David was eying the door like a predatory creature,  just waiting for Hook to move out of his way.

“King George thought that he killed your father.  He didn’t.” David’s eyes flicked from the door back to Killian and he continued.    “He ordered him killed, true enough,  but before his guards could carry out their orders…” Killian swallowed hard,  a dark whisper in the back of his mind berating him as a fool.  Because this was it.  The ring in his pocket, his hopes of one day being accepted into their family…. It was over if he finished this one sentence.  “Before they could carry out their orders,  I ambushed them. Killed the guards first,  they were armed. Your father was a witness.”

Killian watched as shock, disbelief and horror crossed David’s face in quick succession followed quickly by the worst yet,  betrayal.  Finally anger.  

“I killed your father.” Killian continued,  his voice tight but determined to tell the whole story.  “Because he saw my face when I stole the King’s Gold, when I murdered the King’s men.  He begged me for mercy,  said that all he wanted in the world was to get home to his son.  I’m sorry, mate-”  he realized too late how mocking the term must sound right now and David’s eyes flicked up.  

“Do not call me that,” David growled. “All these days searching,  you telling me I was too exhausted. That I should give up, that I needed sleep.”

“I didn’t know-”

“Why should I believe a word you say?” David cried, advancing slowly.

“I’m telling you the truth.  These last few days… I did not know he was your father.”

“You’re a liar, pirate.”  

“Then why would I tell you the truth of your father’s final moments?”

“You think I won’t do it,” David’s eyes narrowed, “you bastard, you think I won’t do it?”  David’s stance shifted ever so slightly.  David was preparing for a fight,  but Killian didn’t move.    

“I’m willing to take that chance.”

He laughed, “and you’ll what, just stand there and let me do it?” His laugh was all wrong, it was all anger and pain.

“More or less.”

David finally exploded into movement his knife flashing out again, barely grazing Killian’s shoulder as he slipped out of its reach.  He swung again and again Killian eluded his strikes,  keeping just out of reach of the wild, desperate swings.

Distracting Killian with the raised blade, David kicked out viciously, finally landing a blow that made Hook’s leg crumple beneath him. David raised the blade and brought it down,  Killian’s attempt to block it just a moment too late. A deep gash turned the metal crimson.  With a clash of metal on metal.  Killian knocked the blade from David’s hand and it skirted across the floor.  

David grabbed his wounded arm and squeezed, and Hook’s face contorted in pain.

“Why won’t you fight me?” David yelled in frustration.

“I will not hurt you any more than I already-”  His words were cut off by a fist landing hard on Killian’s jaw, knocking him back.  Killian wiped his lip, shock his head,  and pushed himself back up to his knees.  

“Fight me-” David cried,

“No,” came the quiet reply.

Another blow,  more copper in Killian’s mouth which he spat onto the floor of the cell before looking back up into David’s infuriated eyes.  

“FIGHT ME, PIRATE!”  

“No.”

The next blow was even harder, and Killian hit the ground,  spots of light dancing in his vision.  He shook his head, trying to clear it,  he was surprised to see that David seemed to have paused his assault abruptly.  When his vision cleared Killian saw that David was not even looking at him at all,  was instead looking at something that must have fallen from his pocket when he hit the ground.  David knelt and picked up the black box, staring at it in growing horror.

“Dav-”

“Get out.”

“David,-”

Please-”  his voice was pleading now,  hands clenched.  “Get.  Out.”  Killian heaved himself to his feet and limped from the room, the door clicking shut behind him.  

King George was long gone by now, a problem for another day. Killian leaned against the wall, momentarily too exhausted to take another step.  He quickly catalogued his injuries.  He couldn’t put weight on his right leg without a bolt of agony making him see stars and blood still poured from the gash on his arm.  His vision was going dark in spots and he shook his head to clear it,  eyeing the door with uncertainty.  

David was still inside the cell, nothing more than a turned knob between himself and the man who had murdered his father.  There was blood on his knife,  on his hands,  his knuckles were split from the damage he’d done to Hook’s jaw. His hands shook,  with rage?  With horror?  Perhaps both.  

His mind was a whirlwind,  trying desperately to integrate what he’d learned with the man he’d come to know so well.  Memories invaded his mind unbidden.  Helping Emma into the pirate’s arms when she’d escaped the ice cave, the terror on Killian’s face when Emma faced Gideon.  Emma clinging to her mother as Hook lay still in the mud. The small despondent smile on her face when she’d thought they had left him in the underworld,  when she told him that they had passed the test.  That he was her true love.

True love.  

He had tried to destroy his daughter’s true love.  A cold terror washed over him and he fell to his knees, futilely trying to wipe Hook’s blood from his hands.

Eventually the door swung open again and he didn’t look up as someone entered the room. He could tell from the uneven gait that it was Hook, still limping.  

“Can I call someone, David?  I…”  Killian knelt next to him,  one hand extended as though to touch him but hesitating.   “I know you don’t want to see me but I can’t leave you alone… Emma?  Can I call Emma?”

David shook his head and Killian pressed on. “I won’t tell her about this.   It was your due.  I’ll be gone before she arrives, if that is what you-” Suddenly David threw himself forward and Killian would have been ashamed to admit that he flinched back at first,  expecting another blow.  But the strike never came.  Instead David’s head dropped onto Killian’s shoulder and a shuddering sob escaped his lips. Killian shifted so their weight was not as supported by his wounded leg before clasping his arm around the man hesitantly.

“I’m so sorry,  Hook. I’m so-”  Of all the things Killian had expected to hear,   this had not even occurred to him.  

Killian shook his head, “Bloody hell, mate,  today of all days you apologize to me.”

“Dammit, Jones, right now I… I hate you so much. But-”  His words were a sharp contrast to the tight grip his fingers dug into Killian’s arm and tears continue to slip down his cheeks.  “But you’ve done the most difficult thing that I know.  You have changed and I shouldn’t have-  I shouldn’t have-”

Hook wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, David’s arm clasping his tightly,  his head buried in Hook’s shoulder.  But eventually Hook’s leg gave out from under them abruptly and he sank to the floor with a hiss of pain.  David looked up and was horrified to see that Killian was ashy and pale and the gash down his arm was still bleeding sluggishly.  

“Dammit,” David repeated,  “I will not watch Emma mourn for you again.  Get the hell up and let’s get you some help.”

Killian nodded and David helped him to his feet,  but no sooner had he taken his first step onto his injured leg, pain lanced up his spine and the world began to spin.  He heard David calling his name distantly,  like he was very far away and the next thing he knew he was opening his eyes in a brightly lit hospital room.  Emma sat with folded arms in a chair next to his bed and he attempted a smile.  

“Hey beautiful.”

“Don’t you ‘hey beautiful’ me.”  

Killian’s heart sank. “David told you then?” Of course David had told her. She’d a right to know.  

“Yeah, David told me, and you’re lucky I don’t lock you in the basement for it.  What the hell were you thinking?”

“I’m sorry love,  there is nothing I can say to justify what I did to David’s father.”

“David’s fa-  Killian, I’m talking about this,” she indicated the hospital bed with an exasperated gesture.  

“This?”

“Your whole ridiculous punching bag act.”

“I couldn’t fight your father, Emma.  He deserved bet-”

“YOU deserve better.” Emma grumbled in frustration and Killian’s jaw dropped in shock, a mistake he realized instantly,  a sharp bolt of pain reminding him of David’s blow.  He reached up to rub at it gently, eyes still on Emma.  “Killian I’m not going to pretend that what you did to my grandfather wasn’t despicable.  I’m not going to pretend it was somehow okay. It wasn’t.  But you have worked so hard to change yourself, to be there for me, for all of us.  And you risk all of that in some kind of archaic… honor fight or whatever the hell that was. He could have killed you-”

“I know.”

“I suppose you think you were giving him something by giving him the chance to kill you?  It was all adrenaline and anger and sure, he’s going pissed for a while but if he’d killed you it would have eaten him alive. You know that.”   Killian dropped his eyes and she moved closer, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek; he looked up in surprise. “Not to mention I’d have to go back to the underworld and take up ambrosia gardening.

“You still-”  Emma raised her eyebrows and waited for him to continue. “I feared once you found out you would no longer wish for us to … to be together.”

“Killian, I’ve known about your history for a long time.  I’ve known that you’ve killed and darkened your heart.  And does it hurt that the man you were caused my father pain? Yeah.  Of course it hurts.   But it doesn’t change anything.  I love you.  I love the man you’ve become,  and how hard you’ve fought to become him.”

“Emma?”

“Hmm?”

“Could you please heal my jaw,  because I would very much like to kiss you right now.”

Emma smiled, raising her hand to his cheek.  He felt a warm comforting touch for a moment and the pain faded away.  He leaned towards her but she stopped him with a finger on his lips.  He gave her a quizzical look.

“Killian, can I ask you something first?”

“Aye?”  

She reached into her pocket and pulled out the black box that David must have picked up before they left the cell.  His stomach clenched in sudden nerves and he looked up, searching her face for signs of discomfort,  but all he saw was her smile.  

“Would you marry me?”

His jaw dropped for the second time in as many minutes and he shook his head, a look of amused exasperation on his face.  His hand came up to cup her face, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.  “It would be my honor.”  

He drew her in to kiss her gently,  a relief beyond anything he’d felt before making him near giddy.  “At least let me do this part,” he asked,  taking the box from her.  She nodded,  smiling as he opened the box with his hook and pulled out the ring, slipping it onto her finger.

“It fits perfectly, how did you manage that?”

“An engagement present from Regina,” Killian admitted,  “it will always fit you perfectly.”

“You told Regina first?”

“Well I certainly wasn’t going to ask your mother to keep a secret.”   Emma laughed.  “I had meant to ask your father for his blessing.  I had hoped-”

“Who do you think showed me this?” she indicated the ring box and he raised his eyebrows.  “He waited with you until I got here and he gave me this before he left.  Told me it was probably the only thing that kept him from killing you.  He said it reminded him that you were not that man anymore.”  

“Should I go speak to him?”

“Not tonight.  Tomorrow.”

Killian nodded and Emma leaned forward, her forehead pressing against his gently.  “Let’s go home?”


When he knocked on the door of the loft the next morning the door was opened almost immediately despite the early hour.  However it wasn’t David on the other side of the door.

“Killian-” Snow said, opening the door wider. He hesitated a moment but she reached for him,  a gentle pressure on his arm beckoning him into the loft.  He followed her to the couch and sat, his fingers tapping nervously against one knee.

“I presume that David has shared the tale with you?”

“He left me a recording last night before he woke me. How are you feeling?  Are you alright?”

“Emma patched me up. And David … is he…”

“He’ll be all right too.  He’ll be glad to see you.”  Killian scoffed lightly and Snow moved to sit next to him on the couch.  “Killian do you think me a fool?”

Killian looked up abruptly, shaking his head in surprise.  “Of course not-”

“Do you suppose that we didn’t know who you were?  That I, who helped drag you from under a pile of corpses;  who sat in Belle’s room in the hospital for hours, trying to keep her calm when she remembered nothing of who she was…  Did you suppose I didn’t know that your past was one of true darkness?”

Her face softened and she took his face in both hands, the gesture so maternal that he simply shook his head, unable to speak around the lump in his throat.  

“You are a part of this family now, Killian, and all we want from you is what you’ve been doing for a long time now.  Protect her when you can,  make her happy.  And for heaven’s sake, let yourself be happy.”  Killian nodded, still not trusting his voice.  “I’m going to wake David now, all right?”

“Thank you,” he stammered, “I mean… for everything.”  

Snow nodded and disappeared into the bedroom.  There was silence in the loft for several long minutes and the steps that returned to him were heavier.  

David held a note in his hand when he emerged from the room.

I’m so sorry, David.  I wish I could have held you last night when you got home,  you shouldn’t have had to be alone. I know how much it hurts and I want so badly to take it away.  Emma will forgive you. I’m certain she already has.  

Killian’s here now. Be kind, David.  Be the man I know you are.  

David paused when he entered the room,  Killian was sitting on the couch, his eyes downcast.  The last time David had seen him was before Emma had arrived at the hospital.  He’d passed out cold in the cell and David had been forced to run for help, knowing that it would take far too long to drag Killian up all those steps back to the main part of the hospital.  Nurses had come down from above and loaded him onto a gurney and he had been so pale,  just like last time.

Finally Killian spoke. “I know you don’t want to hear it again, mate, but I am truly sorry.”

“I don’t know what came over me,” David admitted.  “I was so angry. And when I saw that box and realized what I’d done-  It was like waking up from a nightmare.”

“I know.”

“She ask you?” David asked, moving to the breakfast bar and opening the fridge to pull out orange juice.  Killian followed,  leaning against the bar while David poured his juice.  

“Aye.  I wanted to ask your blessing first,  but-”

“But Emma.”

“Aye,  but Emma.”

“You’re marrying my daughter,  no more rum before noon.” David poured a second glass and offered it to Killian.  “To second chances.”  David raised the glass in a toast, and Killian followed his gesture.

“To second chances.”  


Dedicated to @killian-whump , for *cough* obvious reasons.  And the captain charming crew: @xhookswenchx@lynyrdwrites , @spartanguard , @nfbagelperson

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“Hey, Steve?” Darcy called from her bathroom. He could hear her running the tap.

Steve rolled onto his back in her bed, and stretched his whole body under the garish duvet. If his hands and feet overhung the edges when he did, he wasn’t bothered in the slightest. That might have been the best night of sleep of his life.

Preceded by one of the best nights of his life, full stop.

But, Darcy had said something, so he should probably get his head out of the clouds and answer her. “What’s up, Darce?”

“You know how I rocked your world last night?”

Steve looked up at the mangled headboard, recalling exactly how she’d gotten him to do that. He grinned. “Yeah, you sure did.”

“Ok, well, it looks like you’re super down to your sperm.”

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anonymous asked:

Supercorp au where Supergirl gets hit by a shrink ray and shrinks to the size of a doll and has to stay with/be protected by Lena Luther while the DEO works on a cure, Bonus points if there is a Danvers sisters moment with tiny Kara

Thanks for the prompt, and for your patience!

The sound of Lena’s heart drumming next to her was rapidly becoming a source of comfort for Kara. It was so loud, though, that she had needed Alex to make her tiny earmuffs to fit her shrunken self so she wouldn’t be in pain from the constant noise. With her super hearing, and the incident with a shrink ray that was causing Kara to stand at approximately four inches tall for the time being, every noise was magnified to the point of agony for her.

She had grumbled to Alex about returning her to her normal size instead when she’d given her the ridiculously small earmuffs, but truthfully she was grateful for them. She’d have lost her mind these past few days without them. Especially given all the time she’d been spending in Lena’s pocket tucked against her beating heart, protected and hidden from the innumerable dangers of being this little. Lena had been carrying her everywhere, and also working with Alex to help fix the infernal contraption that shrunk her in the first place.

She heard Lena close the door to her home, and instantly poked her head out from her pocket. Lena, feeling her shift around, looked down and saw Kara trying to get out, so she offered her hand as a little landing pad. Kara scrambled out of her pocket and let herself land on the soft skin of Lena’s palm. From there she started to gently hover in the air, moving up until she was looking in Lena’s eyes.

She didn’t say anything; they’d learned quickly that her voice was too squeaky, high pitched, and small when coming from Kara’s shrunken vocal chords to be intelligible to full sized humans. She smiled at Lena, but it felt a little strained. She wanted to be back to normal, she wanted to be the protector again, instead of hiding.

Thundering booms came from someone knocking on the door, still so loud even with Kara’s ear protectors. Sighing a little, Kara flew over to the door, and hovered out of sight while Lena opened it. When she did, Kara heard Alex’s voice so she revealed herself.

Alex smiled at her hummingbird of a sister, and she held out her hand, indicating she wanted Kara to stand on it so she could talk to her. Kara did so, and looked up at Alex’s face expectantly. In a soft voice, so as not to hurt Kara’s ears, Alex said, “I’m really sorry I got you into this mess. I should have been more careful when I was tinkering with that shrink ray.”

Kara hovered again and flew close to Ale’s face. She pressed her forehead, now barely a centimeter in width, to Alex’s brow. She flew back a little and smiled, hoping Alex understood her intent.

“You’re too forgiving sometimes, Kara.” Alex said, still quiet. “But I’ve got good news. I fixed the shrink ray. It can bring you back to normal size now. Are you ready?”

Kara jumped up and down in the air and clapped her hands together as she nodded furiously.

“Okay, Lena back up a little, yeah?” Lena did as she was asked, and watched with bated breath as Alex pulled out the shrink ray they’d both been working on and pointed it at Kara where she hovered. Alex pressed a few buttons, then flipped a switch and suddenly a beam of yellow light blasted from the ray, enveloping Kara.

Kara felt warm, incredibly warm, and her body seemed to be stretching to it’s limit. It was unsettling, though not nearly as much as the feeling of compression when she’d been shrunk had been. After a few moments of the odd sensation, she was standing on the floor again, looking at Alex and Lena’s eyes while her feet touched the ground.

Kara ripped the earmuffs off, and immediately shouted, “I’m tall again!” When her voice rang out clear and strong, she laughed and began clapping again. Then she rushed to pull both Lena and Alex into a hug. Alex gripped her tightly, and Kara knew she’d be beating herself up for a little while still.

After the three had celebrated for a while, Alex decided to head home. Lena looked to Kara, and smiled a little sadly. “I guess you’ll want to go too?”

“Actually? Could I stay, one more night?” Kara asked, body singing with nerves.

“Always.” Lena answered. She pulled Kara into another hug, and Kara dipped her head to listen to Lena’s heartbeat once more.

anonymous asked:

Prompt :) emma and Regina are stuck on a malfunctioning ferris wheel together and regina is afraid of heights but is embarrassed to tell Emma

Thanks for the prompt :) 

TW for child abuse.

Regina takes a deep breath, one after the other in an attempt to calm herself. It’s not working and all she can see is the ground floating perilously far away from them. 

It’s typical she muses, the one time she gets talked into a ferris wheel and it breaks, naturally with her and Emma at the top. 

Emma, she can tell, is actually enjoying herself, gazing out at the twinkly lights of the fair and waving down to their son. 

Regina, on the other hand, is absolutely terrified. Her hands hold the safety bar in a death grip and she does everything in her power not to look down. She’s been afraid of heights ever since she can remember, one of those pesky fears she can thank her mother for - most children could count on their mothers to never let them fall, Regina could count on hers to be the one making her fall. 

She shudders and then gasps as the cart moves. She’s never told Emma about this fear. She supposes she should have mentioned it as soon as her girlfriend pointed to the infernal spinning contraption, but as soon as she turned and saw Emma’s excited smile, she couldn’t bring herself to. She didn’t want to be the one to take that smile away. 

Regina sighs, resuming her deep breaths as she prays for this damn Ferris wheel to start moving so that she can put her feet on the ground again. 

“Regina?” Emma asks, her tone filled with worry, as she sees her girlfriend trembling beside her. She was swept up in the great view and her own love of fairground rides. Personally, she loves being up in the air like this, feeling the air rush around them and the freedom of it being just them. 

As she looks to her girlfriend though, all she sees is terror. 

“I’m fine,” Regina grits out, her cheeks flushing red as she fights admitting her fear. 

“You’re not fine,” Emma tells her, “Are you okay? Are you scared?” 

Regina shakes her head furiously, “I am not -” her words are cut off by the cart juddering again. She screams, startled by the movement and for a moment all she can remember is falling, falling…and then strong arms wrap around her and she feels warm and safe. Her breath hitches and she lets out a small sob as she whispers, “I might be a little scared.” 

Emma nods, keeping her arms wrapped tight around her girlfriend. There was no danger of falling and there still isn’t with the bar secure in front of them but she’ll still hold on tight. She rests her head atop Regina’s as she promises, “I’d never let you fall.” 

I realize most of the fandom is asleep right now, but I have faith in your ability to find this, uh, lengthy little thingie? It rambles? I don’t know. All I’m really sure of is that it’s been to hot to concentrate on anything.

Anyway. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

At the top of the stairs, Castle Heterodyne had finally made a little hatch, but no means of reaching it. Tarvek looked around for a ladder and, seeing none, he sat down on the top step. The Castle made a sound like a rumble of amusement.

“Giving up?”

“Don’t be absurd,” Tarvek said, annoyed. That he had arrived early, that he preferred waiting to playing games today, was really none of the Castle’s business. He just wanted this self-inflicted atrocity to end. Swiftly.

Castle Heterodyne taunted him, saying in its most singsong voice, “Don’t you actually hate—”

“You know I do,” Tarvek snapped. “Don’t you have something better to do than pointing out established facts?”

The Castle made a thoughtful noise. “I could smash the thing,” it offered.

Cruel, yet almost sweet. “You don’t want to know what Agatha would do to you if you did.” Possibly something involving a flock of mechanical chickens. Hard to say, really, but it would be truly terrible.

“Nooooo, perhaps not. Do tell me your day is ruined already.”

Tarvek scoffed. “You don’t regard me as anything more than entertainment, do you?” It was easy to forget, easy to believe that he and Castle Heterodyne had, if not a strange sort of a friendship, at least a basic mutual respect.

“You happen to be a favorite,” the Castle objected, feigning offense.

“A favorite toy is still a toy.”

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Perfect Strangers Part II-Loki Laufeyson Imagine

Requested: Yes

Warnings: angst and fluff

Tags: @assgardstark

Originally posted by lokitty

   The Avengers’ eyes were all trained on Y/N, who stood at the head of the conference room, shifting her weight from one combat boot to the other. She couldn’t even bring herself to look at any of them mostly due to her own shame and also, she didn’t really know how to explain herself.

    “Any time, Agent Y/L/N,” Fury said from his post near the entrance door.

    “Right.” Y/N took a deep breath. “I’ve always known that I was…different from other people. Most of of my life, I was in and out of hospitals because I would go into seizure-like episodes but the doctors could never help me.” She swallowed thickly, opting to glance at each Avengers’ forehead rather than look them in the eye as she spoke. “One day, someone pulled a nasty trick on me in middle school, and I think it triggered my powers because at night, I wound up in a library in Asgard, where I met Loki.”

    Thor leaned forward in his seat at her words while the rest of the team members remained either neutral or reclined in their seats, their interest remaining in Y/N’s tale.

    “Only Loki was in the library at the time?” Thor asked.

     “Yes.”

     “What happened when you met him?” Steve asked.

     “He…he helped me begin to cope with getting bullied and for the first time, I didn’t feel like a freak. I only had one friend at the time, but she could never understand what I went through, but Loki did and it was nice. Anyway, he helped me figure out how I could use my powers to get home and I never saw him again,” Y/N said.

     “Until today,” Steve said.

     “Yeah.” Y/N glanced at Thor, who seemed less than pleased with her tale. 
      “Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Tony asked.

      Y/N shrugged. “It’s not the easiest thing to bring up and I didn’t want to be linked with someone so evil. Thor can back me up when I say that he wasn’t always evil—-arrogant, yes, but he used to be kind.”

      Steve, Tony, and Bruce glanced at the golden-haired god of thunder who slowly nodded. “Lady Y/N is right. My brother is capable of doing good, but I don’t know what happened. However, it doesn’t change what you have done here, Y/N.”

      Y/N’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head. “What?”

     “You’ve broken my trust in you and possibly the rest of the team’s,” Thor said. 

      “I understand that and I’m sorry, but, as I said, there wasn’t really a time or place for me to tell anyone appropriately.”

      “We could’ve used you to get intel on him,” Fury said.

       Y/N shook her head. “Thor would have been more useful—-Loki hasn’t seen me in fifteen years!”

      “Yet he was more open with you than he was with me down there,” Thor said.

       Y/N stiffened and let Thor’s words sink in. Loki seemed to enjoy toying with Thor more than divulging any of his plans to him and though he had tried the same thing with Y/N, he still revealed some of his plans albeit in a disrespectful way. There was no way that Loki held Y/N in a higher regard than he did Thor even though it seemed that at a young age, Loki had a bit of a distaste for his brother.

         “For the time being, you’re dismissed, Agent Y/L/N, until we decide what to do with you,” Fury said.

        “Yes, Sir.” Y/N nodded her head and hurried out of the room. 

        Slowly, she made her way to her own quarters and as soon as the door closed behind her, she let the tears she had been holding back since she saw Loki, fall down her cheeks. These tears were a mix of frustration, confusion, and anger. Y/N had a feeling that it wasn’t the best thing for her to keep her past with Loki a secret, but she didn’t think it would put her in danger of being dismissed from the Avengers or even SHIELD itself. She wished that she had told Thor as soon as possible that she’d met Loki when she first traveled through dimensions. She wished that she’d never confronted Max about that stupid note in front of his entire table. She wished that Professor Xavier had reached out to her before Fury did and helped her gain control of her powers earlier. Dejectedly, she wished that she had never been born at all. 

        “Stupid powers,” Y/N muttered as she slid down her door to sit down. “Never did anything right or useful.” 

        Stop it, Loki’s voice echoed through her head.

       Y/N bolted upright and whirled around to face the door. There was no one there. Maybe she was finally losing it.

       You are as sane as ever, Y/N, I’m speaking to you through my mind, Loki said.

        She began to shake her head. “No, no, no, this can’t be happening. Get out of my head,” she griped.

         It sounds like I should stay seeing as what you were thinking. If you had told my brother about us, he would not have trusted you as easily and you would not be as close as you are now, Loki said.

         “You’re not supposed to be able to do this. The…the chamber is supposed to—”

         While this infernal contraption does weaken my powers, I still have a few tricks up my sleeve. Don’t worry, I can’t escape by myself any time soon, Loki said.

         Y/N had to do something. She should call for Fury, Thor, Steve, Natasha, anyone really.

        You will do no such thing, Y/N. Listen to me: if you hadn’t been bullied and if someone who knew how to help you found you earlier, you would have never met me and that would have been awful. Loki sounded a lot more serious than he had before.

       “How?” Y/N whispered. “How could it have been any worse than it is now?”

        Because I never would have met you and meeting you was, perhaps, the best thing that ever happened to me. You were my first friend and I did not have to fight over you with Thor, he said. 

       No, he did not get to make this romantic, he did not get to get a rise out of Y/N, he did not get to mess around in her head like this. Y/N didn’t notice her body begin to vibrate lightly nor did she take note of the flash of light. She did notice that all she saw was red when she realized she was back in the prison unit and Loki was standing in front of her. The few agents on guard tried to come at her, but they were too slow as Y/N marched over to Loki. 

      “Stop acting as though meeting me had any sort of effect on you,” Y/N hissed. “If it did, you wouldn’t have tried to destroy the Bifrost in Asgard or take over my planet. You would have tried to keep a good relationship with Thor and not let any petty sibling jealousy get in the way!”
      Loki did not appear surprised at Y/N’s blazing y/e/c eyes nor at her bared teeth. He did not seem too amused either, but rather sincere and tender as he took a step towards the chemical glass that separated them. “That is where you are wrong, Y/N, because if I hadn’t met you, this would all be far worse.”

      She hated the sincerity in his eyes that said that he was telling the truth and she hated how much her old feelings from fifteen years ago were beginning to claw at her heart.

       “Agent Y/L/N,” Fury called. “Step away from Loki.”

      “Stay out of my head,” Y/N hissed.

      She turned on her heel and followed Fury into the elevator.

     “You know, you’ve got a lot of nerve for coming down here after that meeting,” Fury said.

      “He needed to know that he couldn’t mess around in my head any longer.”

       Fury paused for a long time and didn’t speak until the elevators opened onto the main floor. There, Steve, Natasha, Bruce, Tony, and Thor along with about half of the SHIELD agents stood.

      “We’ve agreed on what to do with you, Y/N,” Fury said.

      He and Y/N stepped out of the elevator together and Y/N tossed a nervous glance in Steve’s direction.

      “You are a loyal member to SHIELD and to the Avengers. We reviewed the conversation and you never showed a sign of wanting to join Loki and his men,” Steve said. “Therefore, we agreed that we wish for you to remain a member of the Avengers.”

       Y/N raised her eyebrows. “Me? An Avenger? But, I wouldn’t know how—”

       “We’re still figuring this out, too, might as well add someone new to the mix,” Tony said. 

       Y/N couldn’t fight the grin that worked its way onto her mouth. “Thank you so much, Steve, I mean Captain, you won’t regret it.” 

      “Steve is fine, Agent Y/L/N,” he said with a kind smile.

      The rest of the team congratulated Y/N as well, but Natasha added that they would begin training as soon as possible. Training with a world class assassin like Natasha was never high up on Y/N’s list of things she always wanted to do, but if it was necessary to keep her on the team, she would go with it. The team began to separate—-Bruce and Tony headed up to the lab, Steve and Fury went to strategize, and Natasha headed towards the gym, leaving Y/N with Thor. 

      “Congratulations on becoming one of us, Y/N,” Thor said.

      “Thanks. I’m sorry again for not telling you about Loki. It was weird thinking about him as the teenage boy I stumbled upon in Asgard all those years ago and I knew you and he were going through a tough time when I met you,” Y/N said. “Still, I should’ve told you sooner. Is there anyway you could forgive me?”

        Thor kept a thoughtful expression on his face for a moment, which made Y/N a little nervous. “In time, I suppose I can forgive you.”

        Y/N grinned and couldn’t stop herself from hugging her giant friend. He let out of a hearty laugh as he returned the hug. “Try not to crush me.”

       “I would never do that…on purpose.”

       Y/N pulled away and playfully swatted his arm, making him laugh even harder. They slowly began walking away, making the SHIELD agents that had crowded around before return to their original assignments. 

      “Lady Y/N, may I be honest with you?” Thor asked.

      “Of course.” 

       “After Loki met you, he seemed happier and a bit more outgoing. When I asked him about it, he made up a strange excuse, but now I think that you’re the reason he changed during that time.” 

       “It must not have lasted too long.”

       “Perhaps. I wonder what would have happened if you met me instead of him that night.”

      “You’d probably make me fight you or threaten me with prison.”

     “Probably.”

     In that moment, it seemed that all was right again in the world but it was actually far from it. In the back of her mind, Y/N knew this but chose to ignore it. Late that night, she sensed someone in her room even though she was in a deep sleep. Suddenly, she was torn away from her dream as she sat up straight, staring at Loki, who stood at the foot her bed. He was wearing his royal robes, complete with the horned headpiece and a staff. He simply radiated evil and Y/N cringed away from him.

      “What are you doing here?” Y/N asked.

      “A king simply can’t rule without his queen.” He extended his hand towards her. “Join me, Y/N, and rule over this planet with me.”

     His words were sweet and inviting, but he wasn’t trying to control her or manipulate her, which he had done to Clint. Loki was simply asking her to join him, to forget that she had just made things right with her friends and join him. She should’ve screamed at him, attacked him, and called for reinforcements, but she didn’t. Y/N only sat in her bed and stared at him in shock. Her choice was obvious, so why wasn’t she speaking? 

Hope of Morning: Mother’s Day (Flash Forward) | Modern OQ AU

Previous chapters aka how to find out what the hell is going on.

We’re going to flash forward about eight or nineish months for a Mother’s Day fic. Also, fair warning, Regina likes to swear to blow off steam, so if that’s not your thing, then this isn’t your fic. Enjoy, peeps, and call your mom.


Sundays aren’t supposed to be this difficult.

Regina adjusts the volume on the small, cylindrical speakers to the right of her console and bites her lower lip as she tries to decipher the officer’s last transmission.

Traffic that’s garbled or muffled as it enters the single earpiece on her headset tends to magically clear up when played back on a higher quality speaker. But not always. Sometimes her officers are simply marble-eating mumble-mouths. Like this one.

“Goddamn motherfucking shit ass unit. Take your beat partner’s dick out of your mouth and then speak on the radio.” Regina sighs, hard, and stomps on her foot pedal to open the channel. “4311, readvise your location,” she broadcasts, pitching her voice higher to compensate for the mocking frustration leaking through her delivery.

The unit keys up, speaking slower, if not more clearly, but it’s enough for her to piece together his cross street and get his traffic stop entered into the computer. She slumps back in her chair, then kicks away from her console to stand and stretch her lower back. Two hours into shift and she can already feel her blood pressure flushing the tips of her ears.

“Regina, take a break. I got your radio,” her supervisor yells from the front of the room. “We’ve got observers in the lobby. I need you to bring them up.”

Great. Why the hell are there observers on a Sunday night? And on Mother’s Day, no less. Sundays aren’t known for the balls to the wall, crazy, careening call volume or types they see on Fridays and Saturdays or during the full moon; Sunday is typically the most boring, and longest, shift of the week.

Regina pulls her headset off, wincing as the edge catches a length of hair and tugs it free of the bun she’d thrown up haphazardly after shift meeting, and then hangs the metal headband from the long arm of her desk lamp. She pats her pocket to ensure she has her card key to get back into the center, shoving her chair out of the way with her foot as she exits her pod.

“However did you guess I needed a break, Granny?” she asks as she strolls past the supervisors’ desks, in no particular hurry.

The silver-haired lead supervisor raises her eyebrows over her square spectacles. “I think the deputy chiefs heard your last outburst all the way downtown.”

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Y/N: Loki-Loki no! That’s not the gear shift! Loki! Leave it be!

Loki: Why is this infernal contraption attached to where my hands must be placed?

Y/N: That’s how the car was made. 

Loki: Why must the road be drenched in this silvery color?

Y/N: Because we’re in England; it’s almost always raining. Now, there’s a slight turn up ahead so pull your foot off the gas slighTLY! OW!

Loki: *laughing*

Y/N: LOKI!

Loki: *singing* I’m forever driving in puddles! *speeds up*

Y/N: *grips car door* LOKI!

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A (temporarily) Untitled Pompous Pep (Pt 3)

Part 3 everyone! I hope you enjoy and I really hope to get page four up soooooon!!!

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“So, what time did you get me home?” Danny said, sipping his sickeningly-sweet beverage, enjoying the warmth it left on his lips.

“Well… I believe I carried you to your bed around maybe a quarter-past four, so I can only assume it was close to four in the morning.”

“Wow… so really really late,” Danny paused to set down his cup, “and you carried me, old man?”

Vlad scoffed and halfheartedly glared at Danny, “I’m in my forties, I am not yet frail, Daniel. Besides, how else did you think I could keep up with your meddling?” The older man playfully punched the teen’s shoulder, making Danny cough out a light laugh.

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anonymous asked:

How about Graves gets stuck in the elevator with the reader who has a crush on him?

You’d always hated elevators. Truth be told, you would have been pretty happy not to set foot in another elevator in your entire life. Unfortunately for you, working at MACUSA pretty much necessitated the use of the infernal contraptions. Usually, you just stepped on the elevator, steeled yourself for the journey down, and tried not to fidget too much until it arrived at your floor. Today, however, had other plans.

You stepped on the elevator, as usual, and found yourself face to face with none other than Percival Graves. Merlin, this should be good. You took your place next to him, trying not to glance over at him too much. He was wearing a blue scarf today. You tried not to think about how handsome he looked in blue. For all you knew, he was secretly a legilimens. You wouldn’t put it past him to hide something like that. When he looked over at you, perfect eyebrow arched, you almost had a heart attack.

“You’re looking a bit pale today.”

You let out a nervous chuckle. “Oh, I don’t care for elevators. That’s all.” End of conversation. You thought you’d done well. You’d actually come up with a few sentences that all made sense together this time. Ever since you’d realized your crush on him, you’d turned into a bit of an idiot whenever he was around.

The two of you rode together in silence for a while, and you were starting to wonder if the damn elevator was ever going to stop moving. A few moments later, you were cursing yourself for wondering as the elevator came to a screeching halt between two floors. You stepped back, pressing your back to the wall as the lights went out, and tried to keep your breathing level. This was your worst nightmare. You heard Graves mutter “lumos”, and then the little room was enveloped in a cool blue light.

“Are you alright?” he asked, brows pinched together in concern. You shook your head.

“Not really, no.”

He frowned, holding his wand down and stepping closer to you. “Can I help?”

That surprised you a bit. You knew he wasn’t quite the grump everyone thought, but you’d never known him to be so outwardly compassionate.

“Just-“ You weren’t really sure what to tell him. You wouldn’t mind a hug, but you didn’t think you could really just ask him for one. You thought you were doing a pretty good job keeping your breathing even, but you suddenly started to feel a little faint. You must have looked it, too, because he wrapped a strong arm around your waist to hold you up and you let your forehead fall to his shoulder. “Thanks,” you breathed, feeling slightly better already.

“Anytime.” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “You know, if you wanted an excuse to touch me, you could have just asked.” You laughed softly at that.

“How presumptuous of you, Mr. Graves.” You could feel his breath on your ear, and an involuntary shiver ran up your spine.

“I don’t think it’s a presumption if you have evidence. Cold, are we?” You nodded, though you knew you weren’t fooling him. “Perhaps I should lend you my coat, then.”

You were a little shocked when he actually shrugged off his coat. The motion made you remember that you were actually leaning against him, so you righted yourself as he put his coat around your shoulders.

“Thank you. For everything. I-“ You cut off as the lights came back on and the elevator whirred back to life. He gave you a little nod and the two of you went to your respective floors with no discussion of what had just transpired. It was only when you got to your desk that you remembered his coat. You smiled, drawing it tighter around yourself. You’d never say no to an excuse to see him again.

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Edna: “Aw, just look at her Dimarco. She’s playing with her little blocks. I’m going to miss this so much when they grow up, she’s so cute.

Dimarco: “Yup, she definitely is the sweetest little bean. I’m going to miss it to.”

Sage: -Infernal number contraption, do not taunt me. I will smite you down-

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For anon…I’m using quotes from several of Will Ferrell’s movies. They will be bolded. Enjoy.

Y/N was laughing on the couch watching yet another Will Ferrell movie. Loki sat next to them with a raised brow. He let out a sigh.

“You find this amusing?” he asked.
“How can you not?” they replied between chuckles.

Loki let out a long sigh. Binge watching any movie with this man in it was becoming irritating. Little did he know it had just begun.


“Does no one care to help me with this infernal contraption you call a cell phone?” Loki yelled.
Y/N chuckled. “If we went to a Halloween party as Batman and Robin, I’d go as Robin. That’s how much you mean to me.

Loki halted his yelling to send them a glare. They just snickered while grabbing his phone.

I’m going to climb over that anger wall of yours someday, and it’s going to be glorious. Okay Loki?”

Loki rolled his eyes and sighed deeply.


Loki and Y/N sat at the dinner table eating their food. Loki was calm as he ate the dinner he had made. He glanced up to see Y/N grinning.

“How’s the food? Does it taste alright?” he asked sincerely.
Well, let me just quote the late-great Colonel Sander, who said, ‘I’m too drunk to taste this chicken’.”
“We’re not even eating chicken?” he barked, “And you haven’t been drinking either!”
Well, that escalated quickly,” Y/N snickered.

Loki stood abruptly from the table. For being the god of mischief, he didn’t seem to be enjoying their tom-foolery.

“Would you please stop quoting that obnoxious human?”

A glint passed over Y/N’s eyes as they gave him a smirk. Loki’s face fell into a curious one. Y/N stood up and put their plate in the sink.

“Loki Dokey,” they agreed with a giggle.

They pecked the god’s cheek before heading to the living room.

“I think I preferred the quotes,” he muttered to himself.

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6. things you said under the stars and in the grass

He loses Hange after dinner. One moment she’s moving through the darkening halls at his side, cracking her knuckles, and the next she is gone – conspicuously, suspiciously absent, a vital function you notice only after it ceases. He should let her disappear – it’s common enough at this juncture, and he’s not in the mood for her various shenanigans– but it’s exactly that foul mood that makes him stubborn. He wasn’t ready to say goodnight yet. 

So he scours headquarters, growing increasingly more irate until he finds her in the field outside the mess hall, perched amid incomprehensible charts, fiddling with a large brass telescope. Every now and then she’ll lean too close to the lens, and her goggles click softly against the smooth glass. It’s both reassuring and annoying. 

“What the hell are you doing?” he asks her, though it’s obvious.

“Levi! Come sit with me.” 

He does, grudgingly. It’s so like her not to waste words with an obvious answer. 

The fading sky stretches above them, punctuated by faint stars and a translucent moon, fixing to its shifting point above. But Hange is patient, and he is stubborn; they wait in silence until the sun slips beneath the horizon and the stars emerge, steady and vast, staggering in their scope; beneath them he remembers a single file of ants that had made their home in his, before the Survey Corps, before the end. They had scurried, black and frail, in the harsh light; each single step of his comprised thousands of theirs. He wonders how small he must seem to a solitary star. 

Hange captures her lower lip between her teeth as she fiddles with the knobs and gears, tracking light across the darkness. He should watch the sky, or watch his hands, or watch the shadow of the treeline for danger, but instead he steals childish glances at her out of the corner of his eye. A flash of her hair, a flash of her nose. Her set mouth. It’s her enthusiasm that draws him close; it warms him, even though the night is cool. When she finds what she was searching for, she smiles, and its brilliance overwhelms.

“Look,” she urges, so he does.

He has to readjust the lens before he can make anything out, accounting for his far keener eyesight, but finally after muttering and uncharitable thoughts toward this infernal contraption, he can just make out a fuzzy red sphere, and the sight is so foreign that he draws back, blinking.

“You saw it?” 

“The red earth?” 

“Yeah!” She frames the red planet between her hands, holding it in place, an almost unbearably tender gesture. He should take it as a sign of her madness – that not even distant words are safe from her anthropomorphizing– yet in the face of his discovery, it is somehow mutual and private. “Someday, people are going to live up there.”

He eyes her speculatively. “You want to work hard taking this world back just to leave it?”

“I want people to be free to leave if they want– not because they were chased away, but because they were curious. Because they got restless looking up there, seeing that distant place in the sky. Wondering what it’d feel like under their feet..” She looks at him, suddenly serious. “People go wrong when they don’t have anything to reach for.” 

He thinks about that long after they say goodnight. There are no peaceful, steady conclusions; instead he watches the sky from beyond his open window, staring hard at the place the red planet had been, feeling that restless ache settle deep in his chest. 

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 74: The Proposal

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 74: The Proposal

Pairing:  Captain Swan

Rating: T

Summary:  A series of unrelated, fluffy one shots featuring  Killian Jones and Emma Swan and the relationship that makes us all  swoon. Will contain both canon and AU stories. My contribution to  Operation Rainbow Kisses and Unicorn Stickers (aka, my attempt to drown  out the season 4 finale angst with ridiculous levels of fluff.)

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CS genre: Future fic

Killian peeked into the oven and nodded in satisfaction as he watched the two ramekins of something called “molten lava cake” bubble merrily away just as Granny had assured him they should.  Glancing at the clock, he set the vase of roses in the center of the kitchen table and then set about lighting the candles he’d procured with Swan’s lad’s help.

After a week and a half of intense preparation, he was finally ready to put his plan into motion. Dinner was prepared, a sufficiently romantic atmosphere was achieved, and the ring lay secure against his skin on its chain around his neck.  He had but to touch up his own appearance and he was ready for the evening at hand.

If all went well, within a few hours’ time, he would be engaged to his True Love.

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Favorite Reunion-- Jamie & Claire

    I’m tied for my two favorite reunion scenes. It’s hard for me to pick only one of these: In Outlander when Claire chooses Jamie for the first time, letting herself acknowledge the love she has for him. The other from Voyager, the infamous Print Shop scene with Mr. A. Malcolm; I love that scene so much. My heart was torn to shreds when she had to leave him in Dragonfly in Amber (also that’s the only book I’ve only read once and have a hard time convincing myself to read again) so to see Claire reunite with Jamie… it’s such a tender and amazing moment.
    These aren’t the only great reunions. I love when Brianna comes home to Fraser’s Ridge—meeting her father, is sort of a reunion but not really, but when Claire sees the two of them sitting on the porch identical flaming red hair glinting in the sun; I teared up a little. It was a moment Claire never thought she’d have, reunited with her completed family. Also, when Jamie comes back from being “lost/dead” at sea, such a powerful reunion, and poor Lord John Grey in that situation. I’ll even fight for the reunion in Voyager when they find young Ian in the cave with Geillis or the one in DiA after Jamie is released from prison in France after the tragic loss of dear little Faith.
    For this prompt I couldn’t pick a favorite, so how about *TWO* short little ficletes for my two favorite? Any objections? No? Good.
    Any direct quotes from Outlander or Voyager will be Italicized as per usual.


Choosing Me

    Walking away, leaving Claire on the hill with the Faerie stones was the hardest thing that my life has thrown at me. The woman that I love, who holds the other half of my soul ripped away in an instant. No a witch, a time traveler she tried to say, the folks of these parts o’ Hielands would call her an Old One— a wee one, a Fae. For all that she may be from the future or part of a Faerie song, I love her, deep into the roots of my soul, I love her.
    In the darkness of the cabin whence I first met her— my Sassenach, my Sorcha— the tears flowed freely. Alone, I could allow myself to be swallowed by the force of this grief. She belongs with her— her husband, she belongs in her time; no here where the danger lurks in every corner. Christ, she was tried as a witch! If it were no for those jet beads— I couldna think about it; the thought of her being gone so permanently tears me even further to shreds; at least in the future she’s no dead, I may be dead in her time, but she will live on.
    Drifting off into unconsciousness, I thought of my Claire and prayed she would be safe.
    Claire. I could feel her soft warmth and the tickle of her curls. Burrowing deeper into the smell and softness of my subconscious’s Claire; I even needed to—
     Jerking awake, the softness was real. Claire is here! Crashing to the floor, my Claire, whose knees were uncomfortably digging themselves into my abdomen, was here. Not hearing a word of any protests she might say, I had to do what I couldna before she left— I kissed her with all the love I could muster. All my strength and soul poured into her mouth as we connected.
     Holding her was heaven, if I died now I wouldna complain. “Why?” I murmured into her curls. Feeling her gentle touch was like heaven and being lit on fire all at once. My insides burned with desire, while her touch soothed and calmed every part of me.
    “I had to. You don’t know how close it was the hot baths nearly won.” She laughed. Her laugh soon turned into tears; tears of joy or anguish I couldna tell, but she chose me, no Frank or the ‘hot baths’ she joked of, me. Feeling the shake of her shoulders as she wept, I held tighter. No longer alone, but together; perhaps her love is just as deep for she chose to come back, when all I wanted was for her to be safe, to be happy.
    I couldna stop my smile—she chose me.


The Return of the Time Traveling Wife

    Another day, another malfunctioning section of the press. Clean this, polish that, oil here, replace there— did it ever stop? The pamphlets needed were thankfully finished and stacked ready for delivering later. The ding of the shops door chimed, ah Geordie must be back with the cog needed for this insolent thing to function.
    “Is that you, Geordie? Took ye long enough. Did ye get the—” Turning around a ghost stood before me. Swallowing hard all I could do was stare at the vision before my eyes. My Sorcha. God, how I have yearned for ye. Why are ye here? Am I deid? Did the infernal contraption of a press send me to the end of my days? I have missed ye more recently, alone above the shop, or in the whorehouse—hearing all the debauchery, wishing you were there to be wanton with me.
    “It isn’t Geordie,” the vision said in voice so musical and light I had to have been dead or dreaming to hear. “It’s me, Claire”
    All I could do was gaze upon her bonnie face; a face I never believed to see again. Boldly, the vision walked to me throwing the flap of the counter out of her way.
    Concern filled my Sorcha’s face as she studied my aged face, “When did you break your nose?” Of course she would notice an injury, healed and well, but still an injury only her keen physician’s eyes would see. “About three minutes after I last saw ye—Sassenach.”
     Smiling, this may be the last glimpse I get of her bonnie face. Curls still a mess wi’out her cap, laugh lines crinkling by her eyes. I wasna ready for the vision to disappear as it always does. Her slim hand extended toward my face—touching the line where the butt of a lobster back’s gun struck twenty years ago. White hot lightning seared my veins bringing life back into me was the last thing I remember. “You’re real.”
     Blackness tinged the edges of my vision to frame the face of my beloved wife, home, how did she—
     “That bad, is it?” She asked stroking my hair. Coming to I realized I was on the floor—when did I get here?
     “That bad and worse, Sassenach.” Feeling the warmth that should no be there, and the smell of my Claire overpowering me.
     Good, “God in heaven, you are real!”
    “So are you.” She stated flatly. “I th-thought you were dead.” Her voice broke and the tears poured down her cheeks. Pulling her to me so her head rested over my heart, I held her tight letting my own tears fall, reveling in the feel of holding her once again.
     She came back— My Sassenach found me and returned home.