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Reilli/Theron On the edge of consciousness.

Theron was cold. He couldn’t feel much else beyond that. He thought he remembered a white hot flash of pain in his abdomen but, try as he might to focus on it, that pain had seemingly passed. Or had been imagined. He was inclined toward the latter, as nothing seemed real any longer. As best he could tell, he was floating in an icy, ink black sea. Last he’d known, he’d been on a mission on Tatooine. Given that was about as far from water or cold as you could get in the galaxy, either his memory was flawed or his senses were wrong. He didn’t especially like either possibility.

Suddenly, there was a point of warmth. Not the oppressive heat of twin suns but something… closer, more familiar. It made his heart beat a little faster and it grounded him. As nice as that was, it also brought him back to a very painful reality.

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Random HC #12 (Continuation of #4 - #11)


The painful cramps have slowly faded away after some time of Sportacus’ low, soothing words and gentle massage of his abdomen. Whether it’s been seconds or minutes…or…more, Robbie really can’t tell. But he doesn’t really care right now, anyway. He’s just relieved that he doesn’t feel like he’s dying anymore at the moment… And he desperately tries to figure out the meaning of Sportacus’ words. ‘I care’ Why would he say that?! To mock him?! But…Sportacus has never mocked him before…
“…Better?…” once more, Sportacus’ thumb strokes over his cheek and he smiles sympathetically. The villain nods weakly and exhales slowly, not sure, whether he should smile back and even less sure whether he could muster the strength, if he wanted to right now. So he just stares at Sportacus’ concerned, bright, blue eyes, finding the sight somewhat soothing. The hero caresses his cheek one last time, before he pulls both his hands back and straightens up again, his voice still low but firm “You have to eat something! And, even more important, drink water!” he furrows his brows, noticing Robbie’s lack of reaction to this “…Robbie?…” The villain blinks. Did Sportacus say anything? Why is he giving him that strange look again? He must’ve missed something. His voice sounds horribly raspy and strained to his own ears “…What?…”
Sportacus worriedly shakes his head “Nevermind. Stay down and don’t move. I’m going to prepare something that gives you back some of your energy!”
“Don’t you dare try to poison me with that nasty Sportscandy of yours, Sportaflop!” growls the villain weakly and swallows hard “Can’t you just…take me to my lair and let me rest?… I mean… Thank you for…” he blushes “…you know… But the pain is gone now. I’ll be fine from now on!”
“It will return if you don’t eat anything good, soon,” contradicts Sportacus strictly, turns around and goes over to the table, he calls his kitchen, while talking on “And I won’t leave you alone until you’re out of danger again. And I also won’t take you to your cold, dark lair, as long as you’re running a fever and can’t even get up on your own.”
“This…” Robbie honestly doesn’t know how to feel about this, so he stammers “…This is…kidnapping! You’re holding me against my will!”
Sportacus holds in his move to…whatever he’s doing, Robbie can’t see it from the bed, and turns back to face him. His gaze is uncharacteristic serious when he gestures at the door “I’m not. You’re free to leave at any time. But you should’ve realized until now that getting up is no good idea.” Robbie can’t believe it. Usually, the hero is never this…sarcastic. But he has archived his goal with it. Robbie doesn’t move and only fixes his eyes at the white wall again, mumbling lowly “…I though won’t eat or drink anything…”
“Please, at least try it.”
“…Okay…” Once more, the villain feels as if he’d just kicked a puppy, when he hears Sportacus’ low, almost hurt voice. But he tries not to think about it, knowing pretty well that this is the hero’s tactic. A few minutes of silence pass, only interrupted by the low sounds of Sportacus working. During this, Robbie drifts in and out of a slight daze, each time, waking up by a low whimper that is his own. It’s embarrassing. And Sportacus must’ve heard it, but he doesn’t say a single word… When he wakes himself up once again and opens his eyes, he’s surprised to find a plate on a small table, right in front of his face, ergo, right next to the bed. The plate is filled - not with vegetables and fruits, as he has feared, but with some sandwiches with ham and cheese on them. He voices his surprise in a low gasp and searches for the hero at once, moving his head around a bit, although he starts to feel dizzy again, at once. “It’s your decision whether you eat, or not now… But, please, do drink something. I made you some tea. That will also help your stomach a little, at best…” within a blink, Sportacus is sitting at the edge of the bed, in his hand a cup with a steaming liquid inside, his begging eyes searching Robbie’s “…I…even put some sugar in it…”
“…Sugar?…” parrots the villain lowly and narrows his eyes “Where would you get SUGAR from?! And ham and cheese! As far as I know, you don’t eat either of them and… SUGAR? In this ship?! Come on! What kind of poison did you REALLY put in there!?” talking is so incredibly exhausting. And fussing while doing so, even more so… “It IS sugar,” Sportacus’ heart sinks a little when he hears that Robbie actually seems to believe that Sportacus would try to hurt or even kill him like this, so he offers almost desperately “If you don’t believe me…then let me show you! Apple!”
Robbie winces when out of nowhere, an apple comes flying right into the hero’s hand, who eyes it for a moment, before raising the cup to his lips. “Wait! What are you doing?!” Robbie doesn’t know how, but he sits up within a blink and grabs Sportacus’ arm, searching his eyes in pure shock and confusion. The hero returns the look for a moment, before explaining calmly “Well, you need a proof that this tea isn’t poisoned, so I’m going to take a sip and try to quickly neutralize the sugar with this apple…”
“You’re crazy!” Robbie glares at him “I’m not going to let you kill yourself during a stupid…presentation or anything, so you can later claim that I did that or anything!” he swallows dryly, before mumbling “…Okay… Let’s get over with it…” he reaches out to take the cup and eye it for a moment, before taking a careful, tiny sip. Sportacus watches in pure happiness and relief how Robbie’s tensed expression quickly relaxes, once the sweetness of the sugar is coming through completely and he slowly empties the cup.
“…Thanks…I guess…” he returns the cup and looks everywhere but into the hero’s shining eyes. He feels strange again… “…I… I guess, I…should lay down for a moment again…” he groans lowly when a slight feeling of sickness threatens to come over him and shaking tries to slide back onto the bed completely. “Easy. You don’t look good…” Sportacus quickly places the cup and the apple at the small table, before wrapping his arms around Robbie to ease him down again. “…Ever looked in a mirror, Sportaflop?…” groans Robbie lowly, his voice strained and once more, completely missing the usual edge. “Hush. Breathe…” Sportacus sits back down at the edge of the bed again, placing one hand on the other’s forehead and the other on his stomach again “Are you in any pain?”
“Hm… My head is spinning…” mumbles Robbie weakly while his eyes flutter open and shut again and again and a low whimper escapes him. Sportacus feels his heart breaking even more at this sight and gently strokes over the villain’s stomach and chest, wishing for nothing more than to remove these uncomfortable clothes of Robbie, that keep him from actually feeling where he is hurt and why. But he can sense the other’s distress in being here, at all, and he doesn’t want to make him even more uncomfortable by asking him to remove his clothes… “Shush….Try to rest a little more. You’ll probably feel better afterwards…” he gently caresses Robbie’s cheeks and temples, trying his best to soothe him. The villain parts his lips slightly and mumbles something under his breath. Confused, Sportacus bows down to his face and asks in a careful whisper “What?…” The answer probably should be no surprise, due to the circumstances, but it though startles the hero a little bit. “…I’m scared…”

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these things happen. (Jerome Valeska x reader)

request: can you please write a imagine -idk if I need to stay it’s for Jerome bc i’m pretty sure that’s all you kind of write- where there’s like an age gap?? not a huge one because he’s only 18, but like a two or three year one if that’s not too weird for you.? idk what the plot would be I’ll leave that up to you, but yes this would be super cool if you did write it!! love your blog it gives me so much life ❤️❤️💕

words: 1900

warnings: violence, swearing, age gap??? do i need to warn y’all about that it’s not even really relevant right now lmao

first of all that anon was such a sweetheart omg :’) but basically this is gonna be a mini fic??? kind of??? whatever there’s gonna be multiple parts to it, and all the lyrics included in it are from the song marilyn by g eazy (in no specific order) so check that out. cool? cool.


-i swear my intentions aren’t as evil as you think.

The sound of sirens was nothing new. Living in Gotham city had endless downsides, one of which being the constant, overbearing sound of police sirens. Usually, it didn’t bother you, simply because you had gotten used to hearing them all the time. This time, however, you were in the library studying, so the sound was everything but background noise. You groaned to yourself and covered your face, shoulders slumping in defeat as the sound didn’t pass.

You were startled by the sound of the doors bursting open, and laughter filling the room. You furrowed your brows and leaned forward slightly, attempting to see who just disrupted the entire library. The librarian made it her duty to shush the stranger in a very demanding way, making them spin around to face the occupants of the room. You were sure your jaw had fallen to the table as you took in the scene in front of you. Jerome Valeska stood in the front of the library, signature grin gracing his features. The whole room was quiet, including the librarian, who stood stoic by her desk, most likely too terrified to even move.

The boy had already put up a fight. It was evident by the large, still bleeding cut across his forehead, and the split in his lip. Blood stained his chin and his teeth, but it didn’t phase him the slightest bit. He slowly ventured forward, a curious look in his eyes, and examined the room.

“Well well, what do we have here?” His voice was cool, collected and taunting. His brows jumped slightly and he grinned, lifting his hand to reveal a pistol. It caused gasps to ring throughout the room, and the librarian to scream. Jerome rolled his eyes and waved the gun over-dramatically, before scratching his head with it and dropping his arm.

You could hear the sirens outside the building, and Jerome obviously did too. He made his way over to the librarian and leaned in close to her, making her lean back over her desk. His finger pressed against his still grinning lips, and he chuckled lightly.


You could have sworn she was about to pass out from fear. You would have laughed if you weren’t also scared for your life. You knew how dangerous he was, how unpredictable he could be. Secretly, you were fascinated with him. Ever since he made headlines in the city, you had found yourself unhealthily infatuated with the boy. He was just so damn complicated and interesting, and having him stood in the same room as you was both terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

In the distance you could hear car doors opening and shutting, and the sound of rapid footsteps. Jerome turned his head in the direction of the door, before looking back to you and the rest of the crowd. “Looks like we’ve got some company…”

For the second time in about 5 minutes, the doors were thrown open, except this time a group of police officers were storming in, guns raised. Jerome was smiling again, and a laugh slipped past his lips as they focused their attention on him.

“Ya found me!” He raised his hands, feigning surrender, and dangled the gun loosely from his finger.

You could feel your heart pounding in you chest as he slowly stepped backwards, moving closer to the tables scattered throughout the room. He paused near yours, still in the same pose he was, and one of the officers glanced at the crowd.

“Get on the ground.” He ordered, and no one protested.

Jerome giggled, and suddenly a shot was fired. “Hey, not fair!” He whined, as the bullet whizzed past him, making you gasp slightly. Jerome glared at the officer and his hand tightened on his own gun. Out of nowhere, his glare turned neutral and he was smiling again, as he carefully lined up his aim with the officer who had shot at him.

“Bang!” He exclaimed as he pulled the trigger, and you stared in awe as he successfully hit them in the chest. However, his action had caused bullets to fly from the remaining officer’s guns, and you didn’t see how he could possibly dodge them all.

“Woo!” He ducked, avoiding the first shower, before popping back up and securing his balance. The whole ordeal was very entertaining to watch, and you found yourself smiling at his cartoon-like expressions and actions. He had successfully taken down another officer within a few more seconds, and the others were ruthless at this point. They realized he wasn’t playing around (despite his actions) and were suddenly twice as accurate as before.

Your eyes followed Jerome as he ducked and dodged, and your hand flew up to cover your mouth as his gun flew out of his hand and clattered to the floor where you were crouched. Jerome’s hand was now clutching at his shoulder, his teeth gritted in pain. The officers held their fire for a moment, as Jerome stumbled forward a few steps. You could see the blood that was quickly coating his fingertips and soaking his jacket. He let go of the wound to reach into his coat pocket, and suddenly brandished a blade. With a laugh, he threw it, and with unbelievable precision, hit an officer in the upper chest.

The remaining officer shot at him again, and came so close that Jerome ended up falling to the ground, going back to clutching at his injured shoulder. He rolled onto his side and came face to face with you. You saw relief wash over him, and between heavy breaths he got out a request.

“Hey Kid, pass the gun.”

You sat in shock, eyes flicking from the gun, to Jerome, and then to the officer slowly and cautiously approaching. Jerome’s expression turned nasty and his face contorted in pain, a groan slipping past his lips.

“Pass the fucking gun!”

Without thinking, you slid the gun in his direction and watched as he grabbed it, turned over, and shot the officer without warning. He laughed halfheartedly, dropped the gun, and took a moment to catch his breath. He took his bottom lip between his teeth and reached up for a table to hoist himself to his feet. His eyes scanned the room quickly, before he spied a back door.

His feet traveled quickly in that direction, but paused when he was about to pass you. His hand still held onto his shoulder and he leaned down to look at you. With a nod of his head, he said, “Let’s go.”

You parted your lips slightly, eyes widening to an impossible size. This could not be happening. “What?” You gasped, being so close to him causing your voice to be gone. He looked impatient, and every few seconds you could see pain wash over his expression.

“You wanna get arrested?” He spoke through gritted teeth, and it only then dawned on you exactly what you had gotten yourself into. By simply tossing him that gun, you had made yourself an accomplice. Everybody in the room had seen you do it.

You shook your head quickly and he nodded towards the door again, growing more uncomfortable by the second. “Then lets go!”

You didn’t think twice as you scrambled to your feet, nodding rapidly at Jerome. You were afraid to speak in front of him, so you just trailed behind him as he staggered to the door. He shoved open the back door and ushered you out, his face looking paler than it did before. You were fast in getting out of the library, and were hoping to pause for a moment and ask him a question, such as ‘now what?’ However he was moving again, and you had to jog to catch up to him.

“Where are we going?” You fell into step next to him and dared to look up at him. He kept his gaze hard and focused ahead of him, making you drop your eyes back to your feet.

“Don’t ask fucking questions.” He spat, leading you through the alleyway, his movements getting slower and slower.

“Are you alright?”

“Just peachy.” He spoke through clenched teeth and sucked in a sharp breath, letting it out in a grunt. He was very clearly, not alright.

He finally came to a halt and you stumbled to a stop beside him, staring at the paint chipped door in front of you. You didn’t ask any more questions, just watched as he banged on it, leaning against the frame heavily and shutting his eyes lightly.

“Fuckin’ hurts.” You heard him whisper, and you anxiously bounced from foot to foot.

The door opened to reveal a bored looking woman, who peered around the corner to see Jerome. She looked from him, to you, and raised one of her brows.

“Who the hell is this?” Her voice was as flat as her expression, and you just stood there, staring at her.

“I don’t know, but she probably saved me from getting arrested.” Jerome snapped, growing impatient again. “Can we just go inside maybe?”

She nodded and moved out of the way, allowing both of you to step in. You cautiously entered, and took a chance to look around as Jerome was lead into another room by the woman. You stood in the center of the surprisingly pleasant room, unsure on what to do next. You had to admit, you were terrified.

“So, who are you?” The same voice repeated their question, making your head snap in the direction it came from.

“M-my name’s Y/N…” You stuttered out, nervous under her stare. Everything was slowly building up and you felt your hands trembling. “I was just studying and he-he came in the library to hide and got in a shootout with the police but he got shot…” You paused to hastily wipe at your eyes, embarrassed to be on the brink of tears in front of this stranger. “And I passed him his gun. Then he told me to come with him or I’d get arrested so I did. He’s not gonna kill me is he?”

The woman’s face softened and she stepped closer, motioning to the couch. You nodded quickly and sat down, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand again. She sat next to you and reached forward, picking up a half finished drink from the table.

“You’re just a kid…” She said after a sip, making you nod again. “How old are you?”


“God…” She shook her head slowly, her expression full of disappointment. “You shouldn’t have gotten yourself all mixed up in this shit.”

Your brows met and you glared at her, hands shaking now. “I didn’t want to!” You were confused, scared and angry. From what you knew about Jerome, he would never take somebody with him to protect them.

You just wanted to go home, but you couldn’t.

“We’ve got a bed in the next room you can sleep in. If you want.” The woman told you, averting her eyes from you and taking a long sip from her drink.

You swallowed hard and nodded, trying to pull yourself together. Without another glance at the woman, you found your way to the room she pointed out and locked yourself in it. You didn’t sleep, you were too scared to.

You sat and waited.

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15, solangelo?

things you said with too many miles between us

“I still can’t believe Chiron wouldn’t let me come with you.” Will grumbled through the Iris message. He looked a mess of annoyance with his face red, his hair disheveled, and his arms crossed like a petulant child.

Nico thought it was cute.

The son of Hades rolled his eyes. “You know they need you there, Will. You’re camp’s best medic.”

“We have other doctors. You’re miles away from us! What if you get hurt? Who’s going to patch you up?” Will huffed, glaring at nothing in particular.

“I think I can handle myself.” Nico reassured. He was taking the long distance thing quite a bit better than his blond counterpart. But then again, he probably wouldn’t be so calm if Will was the one out on a dangerous mission while he was forced to sit by unable to help. 

Yeah, he could see Will’s point.

“What if you get hurt and you go to a hospital? Do you even have insurance?”

Nico snorted, shaking his head. “I promise I’ll just shadow travel back to camp if things get too bad over here, okay?”

“Shadow traveling when you’re hurt is practically a death sentence.”

Nico sighed in exasperation, taking a moment to stare into the dark woods around him, trying to calm the urge to reach through the Iris message and throttle Will. “Then what do you suggest, you problem-seeking dork?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know.” Will mumbled, shoulders sagging. All his annoyance seemed to leave with the gesture. “Just be careful, okay? Make sure there’s never a need for a hospital or doctor or any kind of medical attention. And- and my mom is only a few cities over, she’s really nice. Go to her if anything happens.”

“Will, nothing is going to happen. I’ll be back at camp in a couple of weeks at the most and then you can strangle me in a hug and wrap me in bubble wrap, okay?”

Will let out a long breath, looking exhausted. “I just- I miss you, Neeks.”

“I know, I miss you too.”

Okay, I have no idea how long these mini fics are supposed to be, or how dramatic so….I’m just doing whatever. They’ll all probably vary in length and theatricality. 

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mini fic whatever, cuddling during the christmas season

december 21st, 2012 (morning) 

it was a game for little kids and the floor was lava. she and melissa used to bounce from chair to tabletop when her mother wasn’t home: “don’t touch the floor or you’re dead!” they used to use the bed as a lifeboat, like she and mulder were doing now.

the clock is brushing past 9 am on her bedside table but neither of them has moved. usually in the mornings she finds herself halfway across the bed, their limbs touching each other at random and reassuring points of warmth along her body. 

today is different and it is cold in the bedroom at the top of their house, and she’d woken up pressed against him like the apocalypse might start early, like the alien’s first order of business would be to pull him away from her again.

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Part Two - Math Class

So whatever-im-trash wanted a part two, so here it is lol. Read part one here !
Beca called Chloe that night and they agreed to a tutoring session the next day after class. Since they didn’t have math that day, Beca didn’t see Chloe at all during school and she was starting to let her nerves get the best of her. She must have texted the girl not to come at least twenty times, but she never hit sent.

It was six past four and Beca hurried to her dorm. Chloe was gonna be there soon, and she didn’t have time to clean this morning. She needed to at least clear out her couch, so they’d have a place to sit on.

When she turns the last corner towards her room, she’s met with bright, blue eyes and a grin. Chloe. Chloe in light skinny jeans and a black and blue tank top, revealing way too much skin for Beca to handle. She already regrets asking for Chloe’s help. How the hell is she going to learn algebra when Chloe Beale is looking like that?

“You know, it’s not very charming to be late to a date you set yourself.” Chloe grabs her bag from the floor and waits for Beca to open the door.

“I’m not late, you’re just early.” Beca hears Chloe giggle behind her as she turns the key and unlocks the door, only then realising she was supposed to tidy up first. “Oh shit. Uhm, do you have one sec?” Beca squeezes herself through the small opening and keeps the door on a crack, her feet behind it so Chloe can’t come in.

“Beca, don’t be silly. My room’s probably worse.” Chloe barges through the door and Beca wonders how she even gets so strong. “Or maybe not.” Chloe’s eyes scam the room and Beca feels the need to apologize, but instead her eyes follow Chloe who’s walked over to her bed and is settling herself down, legs wrapped underneath her body, one hand behind her to keep steady, with the other she pats the place next to her, telling Beca to come sit down with her.

Beca follows this quiet order, wondering once again what spell Chloe Beale has over her that her body moves instantly at her sign.

Chloe starts with the second question, as they basically finished the first one in class. Or maybe just Chloe did.

Chloe starts to explain the basic rules to algebra first. She must have noticed Beca doesn’t even understand what variables mean and why they don’t just use numbers instead of letters. Beca tries her best to focus, she really does. But occasionally she gets lost in Chloe. Nothing particular, just watching her talk makes Beca wonder where she learned this. In class, when Beca wasn’t paying attention? Maybe her father is a math genius? Although she looks like royalty, so the family is probably rich, which means they don’t have time for the kids. Did they hire someone to help Chloe study? Or did she just teach it herself? Was she a natural or did she spend days and nights locked up in her room with nothing but math books? Maybe it’s hidden somewhere in the girl’s childhood. Maybe she had a cousin or an uncle she looked up to who was into maths, or maybe-“


The girl blinks a few times and realizes then that she’s been staring directly at Chloe while daydreaming about her background.

“You have to pay attention.” Chloe laughs and lets herself fall back onto the bed. “I’m hungry, do you have any food?”

Beca barely hears the question, eyes fixated on how the hem of Chloe’s top has moved up, now showing her abdomen.

“Whu-, uhm yeah, food.” Beca jumps up from the bed. “Uhm, I don’t actually have anything.” Beca says embarrassed. Chloe is here in her free time, trying to get Beca to score higher than an F this time, and she can’t even feed her. “I’ll order something.” Beca quickly decides. “How do you feel about pizza?”

“I love pizza.” Chloe answers with a sweet smile and within half an hour, they’re enjoying the food, both lied down on the bed, laughing over teachers and stupid assignments.

“You want the last piece?” Chloe asks while chewing away her last bits.

Beca can only laugh. They each had one pizza, but the girl must’ve eaten at least half of Beca’s pizza as well. “No, you take it, please.”

“What?” Chloe asks, already biting down on her next slice.

“Nothing!” Beca exclaims. “I just never would’ve thought you could eat so much. I mean, you look very.. You’re very.. You know? Very fit.” Beca regrets her stutters and choice of words as soon as they’re out. She hopes the redhead might not have heard her whispering she looks fit.

When she doesn’t get a response, her eyes meet Chloe’s and she notices her cheeks are flustered. Did she just make Chloe Beale blush?

“You’re cute.” Chloe finally brings out, licking her fingers clean. “I didn’t think you’d ever get the nerve to ask me out.”

“I didn’t ask you out.” Beca sniffs confused.

“Oh, so you don’t wanna go see a movie after we’ve finished this?”

Beca’s lost for words, but her lips turn into a smile and maybe that’s enough for Chloe, because suddenly she comes closer and closer. Beca closes her eyes just before their lips crash together, ad Beca mentally thanks Mrs. Devour for assigning them together.

Outlawqueen fanfiction second masterpost because the first one was focused on fics and i love to reread oq ff. 

In the first one i kind of forgot a lot of things, like naming the authors (i don’t own a brain sorry), i also forgot about the one-shots, and god knows we have a lot of them. So this post containts my favorites oq one-shots, on tumblr and so here it is, i’ll shut up now. (not really)

- Okay i’m totally not going to scream while i recommend this one. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” by @ninzied i’m just gonna leave this here. WELL NO I’M NOT I CAN’T KEEP CALM WHEN IT COMES TO THESE TWO SHOTS BECAUSE YES IT’S A TWO SHOTS : second part. Rated M obviously : Regina wants to surprise someone *wink wink* but ends up naked in Little John’s bed that’s funny. May i redirect you to other os by this amazing writer (ily please marry me) Clean (DIMPLES QUEEN) Condoms (Captain Hood) Jealousy (jealous drunk robin and oq on a break but spoiler smut) wait here’s the writer’s master fic list and you HAVE to read everything, it’s worth it. Also this : woman small parts of the same verse and BANDIT OQ YAS.  Oh god this post is going to be so dirty i’m really not sorry.

- 4.08 post vault post library by @outlaw-qveen  /(。♥‿♥。)/

- robin gets turned on by his wifey’s magic here

- walking dead au (PUTAIN je vous jure ce post devait pas être aussi porny)

- m i s s i n g y e a r *cries* : by @ardentcsshipper regina sneaks out of the castle to join her soulmate ESTABLISHED OQ IN THE MY 

- Stables : by @emily31594 oq redecorates the stables (no i’m kidding they fuck) also : os collection i cried.  Plus : fluffy fluffy fluff. She wrote a lot of os and has a lot of verse (Stables, Music, Color, etc.) read EVERYTHING HERE  i’m serious, like the JK Rowling of our fandom idk JUST READ!!!

- this OHMYGOD THIS ONE PUTAIN :  it’s about cats and friendship AND HOOD MILLS FAMILY i can’t with this fandom i quit + THIS IS THE FIRST NON SMUT OS hallelujah 

- Angsty sad teary universe by @lolcat76 BUT SO FREAKING AMAZING (i get really passionate over fanfictions did you guys noticed?) W h a t s happening : Regina has a disease who blinds her, Dr Locksley (D O C T O R LOCKSLEY my panties are on fire) is her last hope. It only has two part for now, but i can feel myself dying over the next parts. I’m not ready. 

- Maskerade : by SinisterScribe MY FAVORITE OS EVER do i say that a lot i mean sorry but THIS ONE IS TRULY MY FAVORITE BECAUSE : missing year (if any of you hadn’t figured it out yet i’m a missing year trash), smut, bal, BUT HAHAAAA it’s not like any other bal guys i don’t know how to explain it to you but wow it’s just woooow okay just yeah THE WRITING (robin is dressed up as a beast and regina is dressed up as … naked???) the s e x yes 10k guys which makes me think of :

- 18k of smut or fifty shades of smut, but not the same kind of stuff bref lisez merde je vais pas tout détaillez 

- post 5x02 : Worthy written by Baker’s Dozen, Breaking In, What Happened in Vegas, etc. (oh and also the 18k smut) author @someonethatiamnot, you have to read everything but here’s a few : M Regina slips into speaking another language during sex, bi!Regina coming out, Camelot!Au oq enjoys themselves in public eheheh (when did this list turned out to be a rated M only), Roland being a cutie here, i could go on like this forever (。♥‿♥。)

- prompt : robin and roland are invited to a pool birthday party and they meet regina and henry FREAKING CUTE by @evaszambrano, from the same author : this is pretty funny and DIMPLES QUEEN

- Hero : small little drabble by @daggzandarrows she write a lots and it’s always so fluffy and au, check out her blog, second date au, college au + memory loss AU 

- This cute little au with Regigi getting her hand stuck in a machine idk  it’s cute, written by @feistyvagabond : you have too read everything she wrote, oq-ff tag on her blog (when did i became such a stalker?) give Robin’s dick some love (mdrrrr super classe) + she made some little porny drabbles like this one and this one +  d i m p l e s queen awwwn

- Regina recognizes Roland as her son by accident, i cried, by @onhowtobecrazy

- OQ playing house (•⊙ω⊙•) by @startravellerfiction

- Angsty 5a os by @desperationandgin also Library porn (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧, this is a os in 4 parts i think but it was never updated (still crying over this) (mini fic okay but who said i couldn’t recommand mini fics huh? no one, this is my post i do whatever i want) OQ AU PRE LEOPOLD SHIT, 3.21 smores : check out her blog (ff tag) it’s really good. Plus : regal believer (henry as a baby, just because.) and DILF. Also… Heat of You MISSING YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR smut (aka my favorite kind of os) - Whats happening : Regigi hates Robin that we already knew BUT she’s kind of attracted to him so she … takes care of herself while thinking of him :)))))) (she masturbates) plus : the writer is amazing may i recommend this one (oq talking dirty while having sex it’s hot i’m blushing) 101 dalmatian AU *cries* this fits our headcanon that robin really likes to go down on his soulmate.

- OQ + public displays of affection by @sgtmac7 (also swan queen and evil charming os for some of you who multiship here)

REGINA AND ROBIN MEET IN A MINOR CAR CRASH IN A RAINY MORNING by @wooutlawqueen, Robin’s first time at the theater or “Teen OQ bitching about being virgins for life and awkwardly deciding to lose it with each other.” (i love the writers of our fandom bc they are bold and very imaginative and crazy)

- “Prompt - Robin and Regina were married and already had a family together when Marian came back.” or a way to fix oq’s 5a storyline by @outlawqueen-fanfic

-  OQ: “i lost my little brother (or son) at the grocery store and you found him and now it seems like you two are best friends and he doesn’t wanna lose contact with you so it seems like i’ll have to get your number - at least your hella cute” au by @filledwithlight, just check out her Fanfic Masterpost (brillant)

- Awkward First Meetings by Room Service and After Hours’ writer : @mademoiselle-arel (one of the best series of os you’ll ever read so many aus so many feels)

- For the frenchies and everyone who parle français un peu : Seconde Chance, recueil d’OS grave trop trop bien, au, smut (strip poker omg), fluff, LISEZ.

- Pixie Dust Never Lies by Madam President and The Christmas Exclusive’s writer @repellomuggletum15 (yes EVERY ONE SHOT IS A MASTERPIECE)

I’m sure there are a thousand more i could add, but these are the ones i’ve read and reread so many times, check out the oq-ff tag on my blog, mostly os, or on tumblr, ao3, ff, etc. 

Bonne lecture (◡‿◡✿)