follower milestone prompt: Kristoff has been wounded by magical means but keeps the truth from Anna - angst please <3
He’d gone into that part of the forest that Grand Pabbie had told him not to, stern warnings over the course of his life that he had only mindlessly nodded at. But when Sven got spooked by some unsuspecting forest creature, Kristoff had no choice but to follow him in.
In retrospect he should have been more careful, shouldn’t have touched anything like Grand Pabbie had warned, but the luminescent insects flitting about captivated him, and as he went to touch one, it suddenly stung. At first, it was no worse than a bee sting, but as time wore on he felt a cold sweat creeping up his spine. Not too long after that, the shivers started.
“Kristoff, are you alright?” Anna had looked up from her book by the fire, at Kristoff who had suddenly stood up from his chair and gone to the fire.
“Fine, Anna.” he fought to stop his teeth from chattering, fought to hide whatever it was that was afflicting him. He extended his hands towards the fire, but even the heat from the flames wasn’t enough to warm him up. He’d tried all the usual remedies they had in the castle kitchens, but none of them worked. Something else was going on.
“Okay then.” Anna looked at him doubtfully, “I’m going to bed then, are you coming?”
“Soon.” he replied as evenly as he could, “I just need to check on Sven.”
She nodded thoughtfully, squeezed his shoulder, then disappeared from the room.
By then, Kristoff’s vision was swimming, and he stumbled out of the castle to the stable. Grand Pabbie was the only one who could help him now, and as he spurred Sven on, he could feel his consciousness slipping. Sven didn’t have time to slow before Kristoff slipped to the ground, his last thought was the touch of his wife’s hand on his shoulder, before the world went black.
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6 SARCASTIC GUYS’ CONVERSATION (SEVERAL FANDOMS CROSSOVER): Fanfic? (because I wanted to write this ever since I saw a post similar to this)
Who’s in the house?
- Jack Sparrow
- Tony Stark
What do they have in common?
(You don’t have to know all of the characters)
Narcissism, sarcasm, some are
genius’, most are experts in their work, all of them have drinking/drug
dependencies, most have childhood issues and are secretly full of angst, etc.
Summary: This is just them, trapped in a room together, with no idea how they got there or how to get out. There may be more characters to come…
Warnings: Not much, a bit of swearing.
Comments are well appreciated (nice comments, helpful comments etc.)
Jack: Now, the real question remains:
Where is the rum?
House glared at him.
House: That’s not the real
question, dumbass. I wanna know what the hell we’re doing here.
Tony: Maybe it’s a house
Sherlock is bent down by the
door, his nose alarmingly close to the floor.
Tony: Ok, curly, what’re you
Sherlock looks up frowning,
realising he’s being addressed.
Sherlock: I’m checking to see what
substances there are in order to determine where
we are, which is a lot more than any of you
lot are doing.
Tony: *huffs* Well, excuse me,
House: There’s no way of
getting out of here.
House is sat by the window,
and everyone looks up to him. He motions to the window with his cane.
House: These windows are fake. That door is impenetrable, the walls are made with considerable strength, as we’ve found out, and none of us geniuses have any
idea why we’re here, where we are, how we got here, or who sent us here.
Everyone was quiet.
Jack: Well, Ifor one, am not
a genius – just to clarify.
Sherlock sighs and sits up
against the wall.
Tony: Find anything?
Sherlock: No. There’s no
evidence, no substances, no clues – just nothing.
He looked sullenly ahead.
Tony: Well, my Iron Man suit
should be here anytime now.
Sherlock: It’s not going to
Tony screwed his eyes at him.
Tony: Well, I don’t think your
‘sniffing around’ is exactly doing to much to solve this problem either-
Jack: Ok, ok, ladies, lets
settle down, shall we? Look, we only have each other in this neat room of ours,
and if we start fighting, it all goes downhill from there, and frankly, I think
we’d all know who would be the only one standing after that.
Jack smiled smugly to himself.
House sighs and mutters something like ‘imbecile’.
Jack: What was that now?
Sherlock looked over as House
sighs, and rubs his leg with his hand, his cane to the side.
Tony: What happened to you?
House looks up and replies sarcastically: I tripped.
Tony: Well don’t get your
knickers in a twist, Doc, I was only
Sherlock: He got shot.
House looked over to him.
House: How the hell do you
Jack: Oh, God, don’t ask him
for an explanation, I’m beggin’ you.
Sherlock: Well, it’s clear from
the way he holds his leg that he’s in obvious pain-
Jack: Here we go..
Sherlock,ignoring the interruption: and he’s used to it
according to the heavy bags under his eyes from sleepless nights, and he’s
bitter, a sign of long-lasting pain, so why wouldn’t you do something about it?
Well, it’s obvious he’s tried drugs-
House: Shut the hell up.
Sherlock: – takes one to know
one – but they didn’t work out, did they? Got too dependent on them, so now you
just have to take the pain – and by yourself – I mean, it’s obvious that you’re
House stands up with his cane:
I said SHUT UP!
He went over to Sherlock and squared up to him.
Tony and Jack looked at each
House: You think you’re some
big genius, who can just figure
everyone out by one look-
Sherlock: Well, yea, pretty much-
But suddenly there was a big BANG
as the door came flying inwards.
They all shielded themselves as the door was smashed down and smoke covered
them, some of them coughing, as Sherlock quickly walking over the new body that
was now on the floor, coughed through the smoke and went through the door, just
to see another door a few feet behind it.
House looked around.
House: Everyone alright? Jack: Just dandy
House grimaced as he put his
cane down and knelt to the man on the floor, turning him onto his back so they
could see him, Tony kneeling next to him.
Tony: You know him?
House leant down to check the
man’s breathing, when suddenly he snapped up and looked around frantically, his
golden necklace swaying across his chest.
Man: What the hell – oh, son
of a bitch.
He held onto his head, wincing slightly and
cursed to himself.
House: What’s your name? Do
you know how you got here?
Sherlock and Jack crowded round to listen.
Man: Name’s Dean Winchester.
And I have no clue, man.
I’m not sure if you’re aware, but in the current revival of Cats there’s a bit where Rum Tum Tugger, Tyler Hanes, takes a selfie with the audience and then they upload them to officialrumtumtugger and here are some of my favorites
Requested by Anon Reader storms off after a fight with Tommy and is found & brought back by a brotherly Arthur to a very worried/angry Tommy; Makeup smut ensues. Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Swearing. I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG AND I TRIED TO WRITE SMUT AND IT’S PROBABLY AWFUL BUT I TRIED.
“You should have thought about that before you said you would marry me.” Tommy snapped angrily at you, his words stinging.
You had been arguing about Tommy coming home at all hours of the night, or the constant worrying, and the fact that lately he had been purposefully excluding you from family meetings, which you usually attended. Esme was allowed to be there, but you weren’t. You had been very close to the Shelby family since the men came back from war. They were all good friends with your brother, who died in battle. When he died, they took you in. You felted slighted as Esme had only just married into the family recently.
You and Tommy had been engaged for a year, waiting for the right time. Lately, you weren’t sure there would ever be a right time, especially now with Tommy being so secretive and distant. Your emotions were high, Tommy completely shutting you out, dismissing your thoughts and pleas.
follower milestone prompt (another because I'm cheeky): AU Cassian and Jyn snuggling on the sofa - Jyn is trying to convince Cassian of the virtues of her favourite movie(s) so they can netflix binge them.
“Come on, Cassian! You’ll love them, trust me!”
“I don’t know, I’ve never been one for superheroes. It just seems so far-fetched. I mean, people with superpowers? Really?”
Cassian stuffed some popcorn into his mouth as Jyn fiddled with the remote control. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder as she settled in, fluffing up the blanket covering her legs.
“Wouldn’t you rather watch ‘Schindler’s List’ again?” he looked at her sideways.
“Definitely, if I felt like crying and being depressed. Come on, these are fun movies!”
“But are they believable?”
“They’re not supposed to be believable!! Superheroes! They do cool things! Come on, didn’t you read comics when you were a child?”
Cassian hummed for a moment. “Hmm, must have missed that part of my childhood.”
“Well this will be your first lesson.” she pressed a button on the remote, starting ‘Captain America: the First Avenger’. “We’re watching all the Marvel movies, in chronological order.”
Cassian’s eyes went wide. “How many are there?”
“Fifteen.” Jyn answered matter-of-factly. Cassian blew out a breath.
“I guess we’re going to be here for a while, so I might as well make myself comfortable.” he put his feet up on the coffee table, tugged Jyn tighter to him, and prepared to suspend his disbelief for the next thirty hours or so.
When Liam the second shows up unannounced on the Jolly Roger, Killian finds an unexpected ear to listen to his doubts of earning Prince Charming’s forgiveness. Set after “Murder Most Foul”.
This was born of the swirling vortex of Captain Charming feels that is my heart these days, as well as rumors of Liam II and Nemo returning to guest-star in an upcoming episode. Special thanks to my pal @welllpthisishappening for listening to me gush about the Jones brothers and for looking this over for me.
hadn’t seen his half brother since their shaky reconciliation and
Liam’s reunion with Nemo, but he had seen to it, with a copious
amount of gold doubloons, that their stay at Granny’s was covered
indefinitely. It was the least he could do.
wind seemed to come and go in spurts, at times nipping through
Killian’s leather jacket before dying back down to a light caress
across his cheek. Whenever he could spare a moment in the day, he
came to check on his ship. These days, those free moments were fewer
and farther between. Even so, he managed to make it over to her at
least once a week.
was odd, forging time in his days to check in briefly on a ship that
had been his home for centuries. Once in a while, he would linger,
take up his old place at her helm and grasp the spokes of her wheel
in his hand, or take his time swabbing the deck alone. It was
cathartic work, despite the strain it earned his back, and he enjoyed
caring for his ship with his own touch. Still, easier were the days
when he had a whole crew at his disposal to take care of the more
mundane chores. Henry was the only one who offered to help, or agreed
to help when asked. Most of the time, the old pirate took care of it
was one such day where he had come to spend some extra time alone on
the Jolly Roger. When sailing regularly, deck swabbing was a daily
occurrence. These days, with the ship sitting idly in the harbor, it
was really only necessary after a storm, or a particularly choppy day
when the waves could reach high enough to leave salt residue on the
main deck. If he didn’t get to it in time, within a day or so at
most, the old wood would start to show extra wear, in spite of its
enchanted state. This was not something Killian would allow.
he strode across the docks, his ship looming before him, his mind was
elsewhere, untethered and darting between memories. Dark circles
stubbornly took up residence under his eyes, betraying to anyone who
looked at him how little sleep he had been getting lately. Rest
eluded him, and when it came, it was fitful. Every time he closed his
eyes, he could see that
staring back at him.
swear on my son’s life. I just want to get home to my family.”
was a familiar twist in his gut.
a male voice called down from the Jolly Roger’s deck, “I asked
the harbor master which ship belonged to the infamous Captain Hook.”
tensed, not recognizing the voice at first. He paused at the ship’s
loading ramp, raising his hand to shield his eyes as he squinted
against the sun. Liam the second’s smiling face came into view, and
Killian relaxed visibly.
hair was tousled, the longer strands of it whipping into his face as
the wind picked up, and he raised a hand and ran his fingers through
it. He was leaning on the wooden rails of the ship facing the docks
and offered his half-brother a small smile.
told me it was the ‘old wooden one that looks like it’s up to no
good,’” Liam continued, still smirking. “Figured it was
this one. Although, I was expecting darker sails."
Summary: Killian and the Swan come to an agreement.
an: Listen up folks, Catie has SUCCESSFULLY beaten the curse of dropping WIP’s the moment she misses a made up deadline. I DID THE THING.
Neverending thanks to @nowforruin for listening to me bitch about this thing, helping me wrangle it, and looking it over for all the details I always miss, and for threatening to fly out and bribe me with Sephora. I’m telling you all this so that everyone else knows who to go yell at when I take forever on a chapter again.
Wind whips through his hair as he kicks his heels into the stone wall below him, leaning against a break in the parapet while he takes another long pull from the bottle of rum in his hand. It is dangerous, attempting to blind himself with drink while perched against the battlements, and if he’d seen a crewman doing such a thing in the crowsnest he’d have had the bosun discipline him appropriately. But in the time he’s been here much of his previous self has been etched away, bit by bit, and so he drinks, and stares into the forest below, and wonders idly with every sip of rum exactly how high the fall would be.
He’d left Regina and Emma to their squabbles hours ago, Liam’s name echoing in his ears, and while he’d meant to tear apart his study in search of any damned spell that might allow him to reach his brother, his desperate hunt had only ended in frustration and anger, his magic coursing through him in crashing waves, hurling him about. He’d conjured up the bottle of rum to help calm himself, somewhere around dinner time, but he’d lost all focus he might have had for spellwork and had instead made his way out onto the ramparts, climbed up the side of a parapet, and continued drinking until the bottle was empty.
HIIII i'm on a road trip and bored :/ do u happen to know any angsty long sparrabeth fics?? :))
Oh god, yes, I live for asks about fic recs!!!! tbh i’m more of a one-shot person, but i’ll do my best!
First and foremost, let me direct you to the Sparrabeth Chronicles tag, where the Queens™ share their impeccable taste, recomending a new Sparrabeth fic each week. The count is up to 35 of the bestest sparrabeth fics, so check them out!
Said Queens™ are also incredible authors themselves, so check out their AO3 profiles too:
Vulnerant Omnes Ultima Necat (mid-AWE fic where Elizabeth time travels to the past to say goodbye to Jack because when they find him in the locker he is seemingly dead for good (which he obvs isn’t)!!)
With This Ring, Or Fate Intervenes (mid-COTBP AU where they stay on the rum runner’s island waaay longer (and get up to many wonderful things ;)) oh and also Jack knew Liz as a little girl when she was climbing mango trees!)