Summary: The plan was to go to England, finish the case and head back home in a matter of days. Of course, nothing in Emma’s life ever goes according to plan. Not only does she end up travelling across Europe, looking for a Liam Jones in order to finish her case, she ends up travelling with Liam’s brother - an annoyingly handsome Killian Jones. And she doesn’t trust him one bit.
Rating: T, for language and a bit of violence later on
“It’s not far now,” Belle said. “Just around that bend and we’ll be able to see the cave.”
The short brunette walked in the front, Emma and Killian following close behind. The weather had turned out to be agreeable that morning, and Belle thought Emma and Killian might want to ‘see the sights’. At least the places Liam had been most fond of.
Emma’s boots, however, weren’t the best for mountain climbing. She stumbled a few times, but never enough to actually fall. If that happened, she’d pray the earth would just open up and swallow her whole - before Killian could make some cheeky remark at least.
“So, did you usually go with Liam on these hikes?” Emma asked.
“A couple of times in the beginning, just to show him around. But no, he usually went alone. He liked to draw the landscape.”
Killian perked up a bit at that. Emma eyed him from the side. She hadn’t told him about the album with Liam’s drawings; the album that had led her to Belle. For now, she didn’t want to tell Killian anything that wasn’t absolutely necessary. Not until he made a believable sign of good faith.
Series: All For The Game Main pairing: jerejean Genre: soulmate AU, angst with a happy ending Rating: T+ Type: series (½) Read on:Ao3
Synopsis: In which bruises and scars from your soulmate appear on your skin, and Jeremy’s skin is a myriad of colored stains.
A.N: My piece for the @aftgexchange !! @wesawbears gave the prompt of a jerejean soulmate AU and…. This was the first thing that came to mind. This is my first exchange as well as my first Foxhole Court fic, and I had a lot of fun with it. I hope you enjoy it!
The first soul mark appears three days after his 10th birthday.
The sun sets over the hills behind his house, bathing the valley in a dark orange glow that always leaves him breathless. He sits on the backyard swing his dad made for him three years ago, letting his toes dip low into the grass, scraping along the dirt beneath him.
He thinks that maybe his foot has fallen asleep when the static-feeling of losing circulation runs through his left foot. He shakes it out, as if hoping for it to go away, when a brown patch slowly creeping over his toes catches his eye.
He watches as it spreads over his last 3 toes, moving up the top of his foot a few inches. It looks like he’s stepped in mud, and he frowns a bit, wiggling his toes to make sure there’s still movement in them. Once he ensures that there is, he flies off of the swing, running toward the house.
He stumbles across the lawn, the tingling sensation in his foot still not fully gone. He hops into the kitchen on one foot, catching his mother before she carries the bowl of peas she’s holding into the dining room.
“Jeremy?” Her eyebrows pull together in concern at the look on his face, and the obvious way he holds his foot a bit off the ground as he limps to the kitchen table, dropping into a nearby chair. “What is it?”
“I don’t know,” he says, sticking out his foot. “I think it’s my soul mate?”
His mother drops the bowl, the peas scattering across the floor at her feet.
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Meet Ruby! Had this sweet girl not been rescued from a pasture-based pig farm, she would have been slaughtered for food. Luckily she was rescued and now she spends her days at animalplace enjoying mud baths and bossing everyone around!
Two fingers dipped into a bowl of red paint before reaching
above his eyes, leaving its mark upon his flesh. He continued, after each pass
dipping his fingers into the thick crimson before reaching back to his face.
Paint dripped into his beard leaving scores of red upon brown and adding the
appearance of gore. It suited him. It completed his look.
Beside him on a small dresser rested his white wolf skin
with the head still attached. He fitted the skin around his shoulder, allowing
the fur to fall down his back like a cloak while the head rested over his like
a skull, the snout extending out and over his eyes.
Peering into the mirror he hardly recognized himself; the
blood red paint that marred his face and filled his beard. He was a barbarian. Exiting
his room, he wound his way through the marbled halls, the deep greens and black
streaked with white, his colors, before finding himself stepping through the threshold
of the main gate. Outside were the hundred Berserkers chosen to accompany him
in battle and as soon as they saw him all manners of weapons and shields were
raised in the air as they chanted and called for war. This was the moment they
were waiting for.
The reception was brief as Eirik strode forward, the crowd
parting for him as he went. He never stopped and kept his chin held high, a
show of his station as their chief, their lord. He knew they would follow him as
long as he proved his strength and resilience. Should he show fear his home would
soon go to the next as his head rotted upon a spike.
Strength is what they admired and strength is what he had to
Leading the procession of Berserkers down from his mountain
home, they followed the path until the trees grew around them and they entered
the deep valley. The air was crisp and held the certain freshness that often
accompanied the night. The soft orange glow of the morning sun began to peak
over the distant mountains, bathing the valley in it’s vibrant glow. It would
be a great day for battle.
The morning sun danced across the sky before beginning its
descent towards the distant horizon. The unmistakable murmur of thousands of
people filled the air as metal clanged and horses nickered. It was an army
preparing for battle, yet how much a fool the Claymont Berserkers must have
looked as they entered the field. Painted in all manners of colors, dressed in
a motley of armor – some forgoing armor altogether in favor of cloth pants and
a bare chest. They looked nothing like a professional soldier yet they were;
one and all.
It wasn’t long after each of the armies were gathered that
they were drawn to the front. Lines upon lines of soldiers in shining steel,
shields and pikes rising high into the sky. Horses pawed at the earth and
grunted under the weight of their riders. It was an impressive sight and one
Eirik enjoyed even as the bog myrtle began to flow through his warrior’s veins,
clouding their minds as well as dulling their senses. They were loud, yelling
wordless battle cries as they slammed shields with axes and stamped the butt of
their spears into the ground.
With the battle upon the horizon, Eirik readied himself,
hefting both of his axes in his hands as he tested their weight. His eyes
scanned the distant village. Walls encircled it yet there had been openings
where a gate should have been. A momentary feeling of pity washed over him
before the sudden call of Odessa brought his senses back to the now. At first
he couldn’t hear her words, they were lost within the clamor of those around
him; and so he stepped closer.
As he drew closer he saw the paladins march out onto the
field, herding together a slew of undead trolls. The sight was repulsive and
raising objections within his mind that went against everything he stood for.
The dead ought to remain dead and there was no other way to put it. It was an
affront to humanity and a smile flickered across his features as he saw them
struck to the ground.
That smile was short lived.
Hearing Odessii speak stirred within him a flurry of
emotions. At first he felt as if he could understand her reasoning; the wanton
killing of everyone and everything often left a black stain on the soul. Yet
she continued and as she did a rage began to build.
As the call of ‘Iron and Fire’ went up he joined in as well
with his behind taking up the chant. Their words soon turned into a garbled
mess before becoming little more than wordless battle cries. It had been a
noble effort and with a brief gesture, two plated fingers held lazily off to
the side, the hundred Berserkers turned around and dropped their trousers,
baring white asses to both Odessii and the Trolls she sought to protect.
“Warriors of Claymont. We are not cowards! We fight!” He
bellowed shortly after, the cue to pull up their britches. Raising the gilded
and curved horn to his mouth and let loose a lone eerie wail. All around him
his Berserkers began moving forward, their gait slow, painfully reserved as
they waited to be let loose. It was his attempt to bring the North together.
For the other nobles to forget those who sought to stop them and begin the
attack anyways. Yet his actions and words seemed to fail as the fighting only
grew in intensity.
The sudden threat by Tweaks caused his steps to falter as he
came to a stop. He wasn’t sure he had heard the little man correctly and stared
intently at the others, watching for a reaction that proved to be immediate.
The sudden outburst of Jossetta proved the words he heard had been correct and
a shadow crossed over his face.
Beginning at a slow job he set his eyes upon the Gnome in
his mech and yet before he could make it ten paces he was stopped again. The
order to attack was given, not only by Warlund but by Jossetta herself and as
such he turned away from the Gnome and back to the battle.
The charge was short lived before the Berserkers slammed
into the front lines of the trolls. Shields battered the beasts out of the way
as spears impaled and axes severed limbs. The initial assault had brutal consequences
for the Trolls as they barely had time to establish their defenses. The fires
raged within their village, consuming everything it touched and with the noncombatants
pouring from the village it impeded the defenders. Yet all who the Berserkers
came across were killed.
Eirik had been at their lead, his twin wolf-blade axes
moving like clockwork as they cut through the troll ranks with ease. He dipped
under attacks and dodged their shoddy weapons. He didn’t need the drugs to go
berserk, his mind was already there, replaying the threats made by Tweaks. He
left none alive. Any that dared enter his path was cut down just as his
Berserkers were doing behind him and soon they entered the village proper.
It wasn’t long after they stormed the village that they were
soon walking clear from it. Berserkers helped their own as they wrapped arms
around the wounded or carried them upon makeshift litters. Many had died, yet
most lived. Tonight would be a night of revelry.
DM Prompt: That last story made me sad, tell me about a universe Prianna is in that isn’t as sad and where she’s maybe happy. Does that even exist?! PLEASE TELL ME SHE’S HAPPY SOMEWHERE.
Fair enough ._. She’s pretty damn happy right now over in the Ravenloft game that @dungeonsdonuts is running, so I will write about that. Endure the sappiness of what happens when she falls in love with a NPC and the relationship lasts the entire length of a standard Curse of Strahd adventure.
A/N: Okay…so in the space of just a few days, I’ve become total Merintosh trash…I really don’t know where the love for this spunky little Scottish ship has come from, but *BOOM* it’s there!! So, this untitled piece is the first part of something much longer that I’m working on for them, but I just couldn’t wait any longer to get the first part up. Expect more soon - I hope you all enjoy!!
Merida pushed open the door to her chambers with more force than was likely to
be strictly ladylike, but thankfully managed to reach out and catch its edge
before it crashed into the stone wall behind it. She left the door standing open
as she crossed the wide antechamber, knowing her mother wasn’t far behind and would
close it behind her when she arrived. While she waited for her mother to
appear, she attempted to reign in the urge to stomp her way to her inner bedchamber
–only just succeeding.
Mercifully, her mother didn’t comment on Merida’s childish
behavior when she trailed into the room, but the look on her face made it clear
that the conversation Merida had attempted to walk away from was far from over.
“Aye, again. My dear, given the
events of the past year, you can’t tell me you’re surprised?”