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Self Promo Sunday: "And All the Trimmings"
These next couple of weeks, I'm going to highlight the Thanksgiving fics I have written over the years. I've always loved the holiday, and there aren't enough fics for it (in my humble opinion) so I've tried to create a few at various times along the way. This one is some Thanksgiving fluff written during 5B as I anxiously hoped for them to return from the Underworld with their hero party still intact and a pirate in tow. Nods to CS, Snowing, and OQ in here; Thanksgiving is a whole family holiday after all! ;p Anyway, I think that’s it, other than it obviously being canon divergent now, since things did not pan out nearly so happily upon their return from Underbrooke. Still, enjoy – and please let me know what you think if you’re so inclined!
**Also available on ff.net or AO3, as a part of my one shots collection "Of Swans and Swords and Hopeful Hearts**
by: @snowbellewells
“Charming?” his lovely wife’s voice rings brightly from the loft’s small kitchen right into the erstwhile Prince of the Enchanted Forest’s ears as he bustles through the door of their apartment, arms full of groceries and cheeks red from the first deep chill and frost of the year. “Is that you?”
“Yes, Snow, I’m back!” he calls, bemused smile quirking up one side of his mouth. A chuckle escapes David Nolan’s throat at how happy and excited his Princess sounds. Setting his purchases on the table until he can hang his coat back on its peg, he shakes his head with affectionate good humor and goes to meet her in the kitchen.
If he’s honest with himself, David is nearly as anxious and thrilled as Snow. After all, their entire family, with all its odd, extended members, will soon be gathered here with them for the first Thanksgiving holiday they have celebrated together. His heart swells at the very idea – even if at the same time he has to simply hope the whole thing will really manage to go off without a hitch…or any bloodshed.
“Looking for these?” he asks with happy teasing in his voice as he enters the kitchen, sets the several plastic bags from the market on the counter, and leans over the center island to plant a kiss on Snow’s upturned lips.
“Yep,” she chirps, beaming at him as they part and reaching in to begin unpacking, “I was.”
Charming moves back into the front dining area, preparing the table and making sure they have enough chairs, seeing that the candles and centerpieces Snows wants are out, and letting her get back to her cooking in the meantime. Between the homemade noodles, green beans, and the mashed potatoes and gravy his wife has simmering all at once, Charming is impressed she can keep everything going without setting anything on fire, much less have the whole apartment smelling good enough to make him drool, and he certainly doesn’t want to distract her from it. No matter how long they have been married, or what realm they find themselves in, it doesn’t take long for Snow to prove that she will never cease to surprise and amaze him.
He has just stepped back to survey his handiwork proudly when the doorbell rings. Swiftly moving forward to answer it before Snow comes running, Charming’s smile grows even wider as Henry bursts into the room, greeting him enthusiastically and launching right into a story of their hectic morning. He is followed by Roland, who is practically bouncing up and down, vibrating with rambunctious energy, his deep dimples cracking wide across his face. After their two boys come Robin and Regina, each laden with items that Charming attempts to help take off their hands.
Robin hands over the delectably scented and delicious-looking turkey, beaming proudly as he gives a nod toward the perfectly crisped and golden brown bird on the platter, which has clearly been charmed in some way by Regina to stay warm and ready to place on the table. “Caught it myself, Mate,” Robin says. “Should be a good one.”
Charming sets the turkey on the long dining table he has just finished with, then claps his friend on the shoulder and ushers him in. “I’m sure it will be. Thanks,” he answers.
Robin slings an insulated bag off his shoulder and holds it forward as well. “Regina’s apple tarts,” he explains with both a mischievous smile and a shrug of feigned innocence. The former thief knows the rest of the family’s understandable aversion to the fruit, but he also somewhat adores his beloved’s rather twisted sense of humor and refusal to shy away from her past by making a dish that highlights the difference in her now and just how far she has come. With a wink, he tacks on, “Taste tested them myself, and they’re irresistible.”
The archer moves past, on into the loft to greet Snow and to catch and corral his young son. Regina raises a sculpted brow at David as she enters after Robin, their new little girl sleeping cradled in her arms and a diaper bag slung over her shoulder. Though David knows all too well that having a newborn in the home can be harrying, the formerly evil Queen looks as completely polished and put together as always – not a hair out of place. “Charming,” she greets with a wry nod, somehow managing to inject even the simplest hello with her trademark dry sarcasm. They may be on the same side now, fumbling towards being a truly non-dysfunctional family, but he somehow feels that her half-mocking way of using the name Snow gave him will never change, and perhaps – in Regina’s own way – it is meant as an endearment.
Peeking into the layers of lavender blanket bundled around Robin and Regina’s little daughter to shield her from the biting wind outside, Charming can’t help a soft grin at the sweet, perfect infant sleeping peacefully, the softest wisps of russet curls on her little head and her soft, pale pink skin. “She’s lovely, Regina,” he murmurs in quiet awe, not wanting to rouse little Mariana, and feeling a flood of affection for this woman who once hunted he and Snow, wanting both of their heads, but who also saved Snow’s life as a child, and has clawed her way back from the bottom to right her wrongs.
Before he can close the door behind her, Emma and Killian come tramping up the hall stairs, cheeks flushed and both laughing at some unknown joke between them, but greeting him heartily as they see that he is standing there watching. Emma reaches David first, falling into her dad’s arms and returning his hug exuberantly before reaching back to pull Killian in as well when he hesitates, effectively sandwiching herself between the two of them in a three-way hug. The laugh that rings from his daughter’s throat, light and open and at last free of the guilt and pain she had been saddled with for too long, is all David needs to be as grateful this Thanksgiving as at any he can remember.
“Thanks Dad,” Emma mumbles almost bashfully when she does ease back and both she and her pirate boyfriend pull away. They follow him into the house, their food contributions in hand.
“Aye, thank you for having us, Mate,” Killian adds with a dip of his chin as they all step through the door and he shuts it behind himself. He offers his love’s father a genuine smile when their gazes meet, Emma having busied herself with hanging up their jackets and removing her boots. For a moment, David is frozen in place, forcibly reminded of how Killian had looked just a few weeks before, when they had found him in the black depths of the Underworld. As long as any of them live, David fears the sight of Killian Jones which had greeted them beyond the Veil would be hauntingly branded on their souls. Chained to a dank stone wall in the furthest recesses of Hades’ domain, the shade of a pirate that they’d found was not the dashing rapscallion they knew. Though bearing his torment in stoic silence, he had been emaciated and shivering, the dark rings under his eyes clearly showing that Killian had known no sleep nor peace since he left their world. The rest of the rescue party had stood horrified as Emma fell to her knees before him, tears pouring down her face while she reached out to cup his bearded cheeks in her hands. Worse than all that though had been the blank, almost unseeing despair in blue eyes that had always been so full of life; the vacancy in their depths no longer seemed like Killian at all and had truly made their blood run cold.
To see that spark back in Jones’ smiling gaze, and the dark bruises beneath his eyes fading, reminds David forcibly just how much they do have to celebrate before he clears his throat to respond with hoarse emotion. “Of course. We’re glad to have everyone. Snow’s really trying to outdo herself.”
Without further ado, David soon finds his family gathered around the table, talking, laughing and reveling in the warmth and happiness of the occasion. There is good natured ribbing at Emma’s continued inability to cook and a playful debate over whether or not the bottoms of several of the butter horn rolls she had made were more burnt than a nice golden brown. Mariana wakes from her nap and begins to gurgle and coo at everyone she can see gathered around her. Snow gushes over the pecan pie that Emma grudgingly admits Killian had made, complete with perfectly crimped edges of crust and an ornate little ‘KJ’ carved into the crunchy sugared top. “Figures,” Charming hears his daughter grumble with teasing chagrin, “He can cook circles around me with only one hand.”
Snow is quick to assure her daughter that she will get better with practice, but Killian only smirks at Emma, looking entirely as though he wants her to either smack or kiss the grin off his face. “Well, I had to sign such artwork, Swan,” he counters playfully. “You might have tried to take credit for it otherwise.”
The whole table laughs and carries on, but is quickly more absorbed in eating than talking, just comfortable in each other’s presence and enjoying a quiet moment. David looks to the other end of the long table and catches Snow’s eye, perfectly understanding the misty look he finds there. This was all either of them had ever wanted: a family, all together, happy and safe. It is what they had sacrificed so much for their best chance at preserving. He smiles at his True Love, marveling that two other pairs of True Loves sit in this very room with them, and tucks into his own meal at last. Now that they have all found each other, this family has every blessing it could possibly need.
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#self promo sunday#ouat ff#ouat one shot#5b canon divergent ff#thanksgiving fic#and all the trimmings#captain swan#outlaw queen#snowing
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What Sterek 'canon rewrite' fics would you recommend?
i often don't go for outright rewrites. i tend to stick more to au's or fix it's. canon divergence is my jam lol so here's a few i like.
burn with hellfire in the blue of midnight by babisays
Stiles met the Hale siblings when he was eleven years old. Now it has been six years since he lost his best friend Cora in the fire, and Derek and Laura left Beacon Hills.
Six years was a long time, so he didn't think he would ever see them again, but now he was wondering what the hell was Derek Hale doing back in Beacon Hills.
rearrange by imnotahero
Derek crouches down in front of him. “Hey, look at me,” he says softly. Stiles huffs pathetically to camouflage how thrown he is by all of this, but finally obliges.
“I’m not gonna disappear into the night without a trace. We’ll keep in touch, okay?”
“Sure,” says Stiles sarcastically. “When have you ever returned a text? Called unless your pants were on fire? Excuse me for being skeptical.”
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Season 5B and beyond told through Stiles' and Derek's off-screen interactions, inner musings and personal discoveries. A little bit angsty with a dash of fluff and a pinch of plot. Slow burn, so wear sunscreen.
way down we go by wolfspurr
Set during 3B and its aftermath.
The blacklight party at the loft leaves Stiles with more than one revelation playing on his mind. He's losing time, and apparently he might be more than just a little bit interested in Derek Hale.
By the time he's fought off the Nogitsune and somehow lived to tell the tale, the rest of Stiles' sanity might just rest on Derek, the Camaro, and a few hundred miles of Pacific Coast Highway. It's going to be one hell of a road trip.
in the afterimage by clotpolesonly
Jackson sat heavily on the riser beside Scott, knocking their shoulders together. “This is weird and I hate it.”
"What's weird and why?"
“This whole situation,” Jackson said. “With the Ghostriders and the missing dude you’re so obsessed with.”
“And why do you hate that?”
“Because now I can’t stop thinking about it!” Jackson bit out, and he really did sound supremely irritated by that. “I keep thinking that if even Danny’s forgetting shit because of this guy, then I must be forgetting shit too, and that is so not cool. So now I’m running over everything that’s ever happened in my entire freaking life looking for moments when the Ghostriders could’ve fucked with my head.”
Scott had to admit that Jackson had a point. He’d been doing the same thing ever since that first memory with obvious pieces
missing. Honestly, it was hard for him to find a memory that did feel whole. Even sitting on the bench alone didn’t feel right.
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In the mood for...
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1. Hi! For the next in the mood for can I ask for some fics where wwx finds out about the 33 whips punishment?? Preferably just after it’s happened (so he didn’t actually die during the siege) please?? @iyo-luv
Ghosts Shouldn't by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 15k, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)
lost whenever you go by wanderingflame (M, 31k, WangXian, Vampire, Canon Divergence, Soft vampire hours, Love Confessions, Conversations about Feelings, Light Angst, Slow Burn, Getting Together, Blood Drinking, Pining, Happy Ending, Vampire WWX)
Into the murk by MissCellophane (G, 1k, WangXian, inspired by a tumblr post, Light Angst, Canon Divergence, POV LWJ, POV WQ, Wēn Remnants Live, WWX Creates a Sect | Yílíng Wèi Sect, WWX Lives, Blood and Injury, LWJ's 33 Lashes Punishment, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, WWX finds out about the 33 whips punishment, Protective WWX, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, POV WWX, [Podfic] Into the Murk by Rendition (TuerShen)) (I actually wrote a fic inspired by this idea not too long ago! ^^ - Mod C)
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2. Hey, thanks for all you folks are doing! I was wondering if you could help me find a fic I read a year or two ago - where Jiang Yanli was engaged to LWJ but loved JZX so WWX crafted a talisman that made him look like her so he could take her place. Which led to love and also gender. I've been in the mood for "wwx has feelings about gender" and haven't been able to find that fic to add to my reading (re-reading?) list. Thanks!
You Free Your Mind In Your Androgyny by misbehavingvigilante (E, 368k, WangXian, JC & JYL & WWX, NHS & WWX, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Bodyswap, Crossdressing, Dysfunctional Family, Gender Dysphoria, Hurt/Comfort, Identity Porn, Mistaken Identity, Misunderstandings, Transphobia, Self-Worth Issues, Suicidal Thoughts, Trans WWX) (fic anon was looking for)
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3. Are there any Bunji fics where Lan Wangji is a very large rabbit, like a Flemish Giant? I think it would be hilarious for Wei Wuxian to assume Lan Wangji’s rabbit form is surely small and cute, only for him to actually be confronted with an enormous rabbit. It’d be especially funny if Wei Wuxian had his own fox form, and had previously assumed that if they were both animals he’d get to be the bigger one for once, but no… Wangji is at least as big as he is! The largest and yet most elegant of bunnies. 🐇
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4. Hi!!! For next ITMF can you recommend me a fic where wwx and jzx are friend or a relucant ally or a least admited that the other is a good person? I prefer canon era but it's okay too if you have a modern era. No bashing please, except for yzy, jfm, jgs, and wc but i prefer no character bashing. Thank you!!!
watch what we'll become by glitteringmoonlight (T, 59k, WWX & JZX, WangXian, Background JZX/JYL, WWX & JZX are married but completely platonically, featuring my let WWX and JZX be bros agenda, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Angst with a Happy Ending)
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5. For the next ITMF do the mods have any fics with
A) Canon-compliant fics with fem!Sizhui or just LWJ having a raise a girl alongside LSZ
B) WWX, LWJ, LSZ bonding post-canon
5B)
like a folk song by norgbelulah (G, 4k, WangXian, Napping, Family Feels, extremely soft, Post-Canon) Short and sweet
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6. Hello! For the next itmf, I have a need for lwj pov and him just pining after wwx (any setting, age, or plot is fine)
kiss with a fist by daltoneering (E, 23k, WangXian, Modern AU, Secret Agents, Enemies to Lovers, Rivals to Lovers, Enemies With Benefits, Mutual Pining, Light Angst, Action & Romance, Action movie-typical violence, A HEIST, james bond inspired, Blood and Injury, Shooting Guns, please read a/n for further warnings!)
symmetry by bleuett (M, 44k, WangXian, Space, Science Fiction, Happy Ending, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Holding Hands, Blow Jobs, Hand Feeding, Cultivation in Space, Yearning, Reunions, Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Injuries, Grief/Mourning, Unconventional Time Travel, Burial Mounds)
💖 Pentimento. by orange_crushed (E, 73k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, art conservation, museums, pining, not actually unrequited love, angst w/ happy ending, misunderstandings, smut, major character injury, hospitalization, hurt/comfort, past incarceration, forgery)
(Planning the Day) To Meet You by Bettydice (E, 61k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Mutual Pining, WWX raises A-Yuàn, minimum angst, MAXIMUM GAY, Self-indulgent fluff, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, POV LWJ, Happy Ending, Getting Together, Falling In Love, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Intercrural Sex)
Tempo Rubato by Spodumene (E, 108k, wangxian, modern, angst w/ happy ending, romance, persuasion au, separations, pining, miscommunication, depression, self-harm, reconciliation, smut)
undone (the spreadsheet song) Series by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 282k, WangXian, XiYaoSang, LWJ/OMC, Modern AU, Artists, Communication Failure, Mutual Pining, mutual obliviousness, Demisexual WWX, Eventual Smut, Getting Together, Mentions of Past Lan Wangji/OMCs, Crack Treated Seriously, Friends to Friends With Benefits to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Non-Linear Narrative, Established Relationship, Pre-Relationship, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Separation Anxiety, Family Drama, Dysfunctional Family, Self-Worth Issues, Casual Sex, College/University, Temporary Long Distance Relationships, Relationship Pressures and Stresses, Insecurity) (link in #7) This fic can fit both 6 and 7 first fic is wwx being sort of a disaster and very nervous about dating lwj (not shy exactly but definitely not flirty) and the 2nd fic is all about lwj pining for him for years
you’ve ruined my life (by not being mine) by cicer (E, 132k, WangXian, Modern AU, Developing Relationship, Idiots in Love, Awkward Flirting, teenage romance, Shameless WWX, slowburn, Demisexuality, references to lqr’s a+ parenting, references to jfm’s a+ parenting, but we’re gonna get a happy ending ANYWAY, references to yzy’s a+ parenting, Background NMJ/LXC, hints of nmj/lxc/jgy, bottom LWJ in chapter 15)
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7. hi, do you know any fics where Wei Ying is shown to be shy, and everyone is shocked by it. It can just be in front of a few people or just Lan Zhan himself. I'm just in a mood for where people see there is more to Wei Ying than his shameless flirty self.
undone (the spreadsheet song) Series by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 282k, WangXian, XiYaoSang, LWJ/OMC, Modern AU, Artists, Communication Failure, Mutual Pining, mutual obliviousness, Demisexual WWX, Eventual Smut, Getting Together, Mentions of Past Lan Wangji/OMCs, Crack Treated Seriously, Friends to Friends With Benefits to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Non-Linear Narrative, Established Relationship, Pre-Relationship, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Separation Anxiety, Family Drama, Dysfunctional Family, Self-Worth Issues, Casual Sex, College/University, Temporary Long Distance Relationships, Relationship Pressures and Stresses, Insecurity) This fic can fit both 6 and 7 first fic is wwx being sort of a disaster and very nervous about dating lwj (not shy exactly but definitely not flirty) and the 2nd fic is all about lwj pining for him for years
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8. Hello, would you happen to be able to direct me to fics where Wei Wuxian makes a paternity test or something showing lineage?
Like in All Things Belong by kuroi_atropos.
Please and thank you 😊 @myblurryreality
You're My Dad (Boogie Woogie Woogie) by Eternal_writes (T, 6k, WWX & WRH, Canon Divergence, Good Person WRH, Sort Of, WRH POV WRH gets a Redemption Arc, again sort of, he sees wwx and decides that maybe world domination is a no, Qíshān Wēn Sect are Good People, Good Parent WRH, No war AU, OOC WRH, OOC WX, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously)
And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami (M, 138k, WangXian, XiChengQing, Time Travel, Fix-It, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Healing, Mental Health Issues, PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, BAMF WWX, BAMF JC, BAMF LWJ, BAMF JYL, Getting Together) For the paternity test one: it's not a huge part of the story, but it's a plot point in And Time is But a Paper Moon by sami
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9. This is very specific to my likes, but I'll give it a go. Are there any fics that go into WWX's proclivity to faint: maybe he has anemia or low blood pressure? Or he just overextends himself continuously? Other reasons? I love to see caretaking. Can be canon, but I'd like to see modern. I've already looked at the "fainting" tag. Thanks, I have no expectations! @kesterling
let the sun go down on your anger; let it burn you to sleep by enbysaurus_rex (Not Rated, 79k, WIP, WangXian, Narcolepsy AU, Chronic Illness, Chronic Pain, YLLZ WWX, Oblivious WWX, Sleeping Beauty Elements, Sleeping Beauty Fusion, tags at the beginning of every chapter, Body Horror) he’s got narcolepsy and it is a WIP
like mayflies wandering Series by RoseThorne (M, 12k, NHS & WWX, wangxian, post-canon, assassination attempts, introspection, regret, travel, WWX pov, ghosts, reconciliation, exhaustion, pining, feelings realisation, illness, found family, hurt/comfort, emotional manipulation, manipulative NHS, friendship, qi deviation, resentful energy, WIP) this is addressed in the second fic in the series
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10. hi!!!! so i’m being overrun by the idea of wwx holding children… for the next itmf would you guys be able to find fics with that concept as a big part? Like just wwx interacting with children basically but i’d especially like ones where he’s holding them. Thank y’all!
and having a marvelous time by varnes (E, 108k, WangXian, Yúnmèng Siblings, Sound of Music AU, (i know!!! i know. stay with me on this.), Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Family Feels, spies to lovers???, Protective Siblings, Sometimes You Just Want Your Dads To Admit They're Your Dads, Angst with a Happy Ending) lots of baby holding in this one!
The Trouble with Espionage: A Treatise on the Role of Wit in Matchmaking by Grandmaster Lan Qiren by stiltonbasket (G, 13k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Matchmaking, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Good uncle LQR, Happy Ending)
❤️ Seen and not heard by eatmyass (E, 51k, wangxian, case fic, no sunshot, kid fic, dadxian, strangers to lovers, found family, LWJ pov, pining, fake/pretend relationship, first time, falling in love) link in #11
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11. itmf kid fic!!! (i prefer ones with single dad wwx more than lwj) ive read tons esp the more popular ones and i want MOREE. some hidden gems or smaller fics would be great as i probably have read all others 😆 thank youuuu🫶🏼
❤️ Seen and not heard by eatmyass (E, 51k, wangxian, case fic, no sunshot, kid fic, dadxian, strangers to lovers, found family, LWJ pov, pining, fake/pretend relationship, first time, falling in love)
🧡 your heart, two doors down by ghostsgf (G, 9k, WangXian, Modern AU, Pining, Parenting)
Tired of the Sunset by julomaiboulomai (M, 55k, WangXian, Modern AU, Superheroes/Superpowers, Identity Porn, Secret Identity, Parent-Child Relationship, Grief/Mourning, Unreliable Narrator, superhero fights, Major Character Injury, Major Character Undeath, Slow Burn, But also somehow, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Injury Recovery, JC-LWJ Mutual Hate Society, Domestic Fluff, Co-Parenting, Fade to Black, Brief mentions of suicide, Angst with a Happy Ending, Art Embedded)
my little love by mellowflicker (T, 54k, WangXian, Modern AU, Single Parent WWX, kindergarten teacher!lwj, Kid Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Pining, Background SongXiao, background ChengQing)
Single Parent Wei Wuxian Comp
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12. [jumps up and down raising hand] I got a request for the next itmf, please!
Are there any fics where the yiling population stands up for the wens when the sects come for the siege? Either stopping them before they enter the burial mounds or shaming them when they come out? The YLLZ had been good to them, those people were innocents, and apparently the only valid cultivator rn is hgj. Something like that. Thanks!
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13. ITMF Wei Wuxian being awake and aging through the years he is "dead." Not actually alive and running around, but lost in a cosmic soup or something where he can think and his mental state still ages. So when he comes back to life he is older and wizened. Thank you!
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14. For the next itmf… wei ying wearing glasses? Thanks!
KILF (Knits I'd Like To Fuck in) by ScarlettStorm (E, 168k, WangXian, Modern AU, Established Relationship, Porn, like in the writing and also as a plot point, onlyfans aus, ex worker WWX, Fashionista LWJ, Fluff and Smut, therapy is good actually, Domestic Bliss, tender kink, Fiber Arts, autistic LWJ, neurodivergent WWX, switch rights, Nonbinary NHS, a soupçon of gender, Genderfluid Character, Gender Exploration, perhaps slightly more than a soupçon of gender, Hurt/Comfort, past trauma) glasses are very minor in this and wy only gets them in like. The last chapters. But they are very nice glasses!
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15. Hi! I'd love if you could help me find fic that might or might not exist. I don't know if i imagined it myself somehow or i actually read something similar but it was about how wangxian were getting frisky and ayuan finds them and gets mad at wwx because he thinks wwx is hurting rich gege. That's it, that's all i remember. I have found fics where it's the opposite and ayuan is mad at lwj instead but that is not what I'm looking for. Is there a fic like that? Or fics similar to that premise? It can be canon or modern timeline. I just need something where ayuan throws a fit because he thinks wwx was trying to hurt or fight lwj, poor wwx. Thanks. 😊 (also in a FF)
No Talk of Milky Thighs by DeviyudeThoolika (E, 87k, WangXian, ChengQing, XiYao, MingLi, past WWX/others, past LWJ/others, Bickering husbands, Modern With Cultivation, Pining while fucking, BAMF WWX, Arranged Marriage, YLLZ WWX, BAMF YLLZ, Protective WWX, Protective LWJ, Good Sibling JC, exes to married, Exes to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Everyone Loves WWX) although it doesn't fully fit what you're looking for, a fic that i recommend is No Talk of Milky Thighs by DeviyudeThoolika. Specifically, Chapter 28: Sex Education. Sizhui sees WWX push LWJ, then LWJ tackles him to the floor hehe. But Sizhui doesn't get mad, instead, he and Jingyi try to uncover, analyze this case of rough physical interaction between his parents 😅 The fic is funny, hot, and exciting especially the wedding 😁
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16. Hey there 👋 so, for an IITMF, anyone wanna rec me some newer wangxian mpreg fics from Canon verse? I've pretty much burned through all the fics on the preg comps and don't know what's good among the more recent fics out there. I don't care if it's ABO or not, nor who gets pregnant, just not modern setting.
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17. ITMF for some enemies to lovers wangxian where they call each other nicknames.
Like " sweetheart (mocking/agressive) to sweetheart (adoring/endearing/loving) " @whateverweilanlovechild
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temptation tuesday
tagged by @honestlydarkprincess @rogerzsteven @buddiearemydads @ebdaydreamer @spotsandsocks and @jobairdxx 💗
buck is hiding an injury fic: um... i think this is pretty self explanatory sooo yeah. he's hurt, he's a dumbass, we love him anyway <3
ravi & buck besties fic: listen, i haven't written A WORD for this and i might never do it but sometimes think about them being best friends, especially now that ravi isn't a probie and that buck isn't terrorizing the living shit out of him. and like maybe them becoming closer, maybe them being roommates and eddie getting jealous when dude! buck literally is in love with you and wants to fuck you stupid what are you talking about
exes to lovers with musician buck bc he's so special to me
an au where buck is a dispatcher and eddie is going through his 5b era where he's at dispatch trying to work through his trauma after leaving his station. and like office romance idk. buck used to be a firefighter but after the truck bombing, his leg was never the same. he still wanted to help ppl so he's a dispatcher! and eddie IS a firefighter but for now he needs to think of chris and what's best for him so he's a liason or whatever. it's all very vague bc it's just an idea i've been thinking about lately.
i have two secret relationship fic ideas. one with musician buck (are we even surprised at this point?) and mma fighter eddie and one that it's canon divergence.
tagging: (no pressure) @monsterrae1 @cowboy-buddie @cowboy-buck @dorkydiaz @littlebitofdiaz @comaboybuck @buddierights @bigfootsmom @lovebuck @loveyourownsmiilee @maygrantgf @dollhousejee @alyxmastershipper @the-likesofus @spaceprincessem @elvensorceress @messyhairdiaz @hippolotamus @shortsighted-owl and anyone else who wants to do it!! 💗
#evan buckley#eddie diaz#buck x eddie#buddie fic#buddie fic ideas#my wips#my ideas#april rambles#temptation tuesday
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So long, farewell! 💜 I won't be posting from this account anymore. To close it out, here is a roundup of my Lucifer fan works, as I think that's how most came to find me here.
You will need an AO3 account to read most of my stories; it's relatively easy to sign up if you don't have one. Though I'm gone from here and elsewhere in the Lucifer fandom, I will continue to read comments and attempt to reply to them, so please consider sharing these fics and commenting your thoughts on AO3!
LONG READS (20,000+ words)
A Refraction of Light
314k words. My giant post-S3 canon divergence that spans Earth, Hell, and Heaven. If you didn't like Lucifer's Netflix era (the last three seasons) or wished there were more power couple vibes for Deckerstar, you might enjoy AROL. Though I finished it in 2020, after S4 had aired, I think it works quite well as a S4-S6 fix-it for those who'd like one.
In Sorrow Thou Shalt Bring Forth Children
210k words. The 50 female-focused "blip" years Lucifer's finale conveniently left out, also several post-S6 chapters. Heavy angst surrounding family and spiritual trauma but aims to be cathartic by acknowledging pain. All that said, more humor and Deckerstar than you'd probably expect, given the CW tags.
Reins Series: Try My Reins and My Heart & As Certain Dark Things Are to Be Loved
35k words when read together. Porn with feelings/plot. Fun, sweet kinkiness that should be read in order. Dominant!Lucifer because I struggle to see the Devil otherwise and because Chloe deserves a fucking break in the care of her sex god beau.
In a Similar Vein
21k words. Funny, sweet, and absurd S1 divergence wherein Chloe becomes (very wrongly) convinced that Lucifer is a vampire. Alas, it is missing the last chapter.
Chloe KNOWS
20k words. Funny, sweet, sexy S2 divergence in which Chloe accidentally gets a devil reveal when she stumbles upon an ageless Lucifer in vintage pornography. Oops.
MEDIUM READS (5,000 to 20,000 words)
If the Shoe Fits & In the Family Way
14k words when read together. Alternate post-5B/S6. Feel-good, funny, fluffy, even sexy. Godifer and Mrs. G being good partners, parents, and Improvers of the Universe. If you need a sweet, positive fix-it for the end of Lucifer, these fics might fit the bill.
Rebound to You
12k words. Feel-good, funny, sexy AU where Lucifer is still the Devil, but he and Chloe didn't meet as in canon. Instead, they meet a couple of years later, after Lucifer has naturally gotten a phone and Chloe has divorced Dan and is now resorting to dating apps to meet people. Features a fun gimmick of Tinder-like chat logs (used sparingly, I promise).
Something More & Pump It Up
11k words when read together. These two canon compliant fics won't seem like they go together at first, but I promise they do (thematically). Both are pre-canon and about the subtle ways in which Lucifer and Chloe are an amusingly great match. They just haven't met (yet) to know it! The first story is sweet and about Jed and Chloe's relationship; basically a character study of Chloe as told from Jed's POV. The second is a bit of a sex farce about Lucifer watching Hot Tub High School after settling in L.A., but it's also porn with plot or at least a character study.
Not to Mii
10k words. Lucifer sticks around at the end of S3's "The Last Heartbreak." One thing leads to another, and you get strip Mario Kart. I promise it works.
The Fine Line Between Desire and Fear
10k words. Feel-good and silly post-5A divergence featuring a haunted mansion on Halloween. Almost solely Deckerstar-focused but also imagines a future where Michael is trying to redeem himself and earn Ella's affection; the only problem is that he's afraid...of a lot, actually. The irony!
Sweet and Sour
10k words. A comical Michael/Ella fic based on the 5A trailer. Turned out to be rather in-character for many aspects of Michael, so it holds up, I think.
Now That's What I Call Big Devil Energy! Series: Big Devil Energy & Satan's Got a Heart On
9k words when read together. Funny, sweet chaos. Lucifer being a completely over-the-top Devil in love.
All You Can Play
9k words but really more like 3k if you want the finished part of the fic. (First chapter can stand alone; don’t read past it if you don’t like unfinished work.) Chaotic humor, sex farce. Canon compliant missing scene wherein I will tell you not to hate the player (me) but the game (S3). The reason Lucifer isn't there to protect Chloe at the end of 03x04? He's with Lexy, the judge's soon-to-be ex-wife. This is that story. Featuring Chuck E. Cheese.
Bound by Iniquity
8k words. Dark 5A canon divergence from Maze's POV. Her dirty dealmaking with Michael backfires, big time.
Get Thee Behind Me
7k words. Porn with plot/feelings. Lucifer and Chloe try anal sex for the first time. Feel-good comedy ensues.
Baptized by Desire
7k words. Dark but sweet S3 divergence. Lucifer comes to believe he really is a delusional human while he's in the psychiatric hospital in "God Johnson."
Hells to Betsy
6k words. Answering the question of how Chloe afforded a large three-bedroom townhouse in L.A., especially once Maze moved out. Come on! Detectives are paid well but not that well!
Darkest Before Dawn
5k words. Sweet, funny, sexy wing fic. No wing oil, but there's a barrel of crude oil and Dawn dishwashing liquid. This is not an ad.
SHORT READS (<5,000 words)
The Dotted Line
4k words. Porn without plot. Lucifer is attracted to Chloe in anything, even undies from Target.
Checked Baggage
4k words. Porn with light plot. What if Chloe took up Jana's offer for a threesome, partly out of spite? Bisexual chaos that is still ultimately very much about Deckerstar.
Winging It & Made in His Image
4k words when read together. Both are chaotic sex farces that wax on about the Devil's dick. They must be read in order.
Reefer Gladness Series: Flying High & Baked with Love
3k words when together. Sweet fluff. Established Deckerstar getting high together.
Lunch at the Y
3k words. Porn without plot. Roughly set in a better post-5A world where Lucifer eats Chloe out in a dressing room because of course he would. That's a love language.
Those Who Favor Fire
2k words. Porn without plot. Roughly set in a better post-S3 world where Deckerstar have gotten their HEA and have been together for some ten years or so.
My God's House Has Many Rooms
2k words. S6's "happy" closeout is creepily vague to me. This story explores a horrific what-if.
Raising Hell
1k words. Porn without plot. An ode to the blowjob.
Use My Words Against Me
1k words. All dialogue, pure chaos. Caught up in yet another scandal, closeted Republican Senator Olin Graham asks the Devil for a favor. You'll only appreciate this if you know enough about American politics and aren't a fascist piece of shit. Sorry not sorry.
Earthly Delights on Borrowed Time
666 words. Post-S4 reimagining where Lucifer and Chloe are making things work.
The Perfect Help Meets
666 words. Dark, canon compliant one-shot about Lucifer's angst/depression as he tries to make things work with Eve, all while he's in love with Chloe.
Other Stuff
A softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone — Lucifer meets the comic A Softer World. Inspired by an old post by @casimania that can be found here.
General Fanvids — Deckerstar being painful and/or lovely, plus some Trixie because I love her character.
S6 Critical Fanvids — Just me making sense of S6's plot, which I cannot read as anything other than incredibly dark and anti-choice.
Crack Fanvids — Pure comedy and chaos.
Lucifer Season 6 Time Travel Visualizations — Lucifer S6 uses time travel without clearly laying out how it works. I made two visualizations to help explain the possibilities: one for the loop existing in a single timeline and another for the loop causing or being a part of many/parallel worlds.
Lucifer S6 Wiki — After Lucifer Season 5B and S6, I started digging into the writers’ interviews to understand what the hell had gone wrong. You'll find their answers to a lot of common S6 questions here. They’re real, er, interesting Hollywood folk, to say the least.
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Christmas Reruns 2023 Day 13: Santa Claus is Coming to Town
Merry Christmas if you celebrate it and happy holidays if you don’t! One of the things I love about Christmas is watching reruns of all the old classic Christmas movies–Christmas is a big time for nostalgia. A few years ago, I decided to incorporate that tradition into my fandom life and post my CS holiday reruns. So here you go! Enough holiday (mostly) fluff to get you to New Year’s Day. (With a new story posting on Christmas Day.)
Rating: G
Word Count: 2807
Other chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32
Today’s story was originally written as part of my Fluffy Friday’s collection. It was written just after 5a aired, and is now more of a post 5b canon divergence. Disappointed that no one seems to be in the Christmas spirit, Henry inadvertently casts a curse that will either spread Christmas cheer…or drive everyone nuts.
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CS genre: future fic (post 5b)
The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear.
~Buddy the Elf~
Emma woke abruptly, hand going immediately to her racing heart. It had been six months since their return from the Underworld, but she still had the dream with frightening regularity: She had to watch Killian die again, sacrificing himself for all of them. They made it to the Underworld, but just as they were about to reach Killian, he slipped from her grasp, falling farther and farther away from her until he was lost to her for good.
She swiveled her head to the side and then sighed in relief. He lay there beside her, sleeping peacefully, the ghost of a smile on his lips. She still felt the tears gather at the thought that the reality had been far from her nightmare. She had found Killian; she’d brought him home. They’d married as soon as it could be arranged; neither wanting to wait another second to make the vows that would join them together as one forever.
Emma smoothed the unruly hair away from her husband’s face, and then bent down to kiss him, needing to reassure herself that he was alive and well and here with her. She’d meant it to be just a quick kiss, a peck, but the moment her lips met his, the familiar fire that was ever-present between them fanned into flame.
He groaned deep in his chest and breathed her name, hand coming to tangle in her hair, mouth slanting to meet hers, to deepen the kiss, before he was even fully awake. The kiss went on for long moments, becoming more all-consuming with each passing moment, but finally Killian pulled away, breathing heavily.
“That was quite the pleasant way to wake, my love,” he said, his voice still gravely from sleep. “To what do I owe this show of affection?”
She stroked his face, smiling down at him, not wanting to mar the moment with talk of her dream. She shrugged. “Merry Christmas, Killian.”
He gave her a searching look, his brow furrowing in obvious concern. “It was the dream again, wasn’t it, Swan?”
She flopped back onto her side of the bed with a sigh. The man was too perceptive for his own good. “Yeah. Six months back home and safe and everything, and I still have the dream. I just, I don’t know, I needed to reassure myself that you’re here and safe and all of that.”
He raised up on one elbow, looking down at her, running his fingers through her messy curls. After a moment he turned from concerned husband to dashing rapscallion. “I assure you I am, Emma. If you, however, need to be convinced, I’ve more than a few thoughts on how to put your mind at ease.”
Emma felt the desire coil deep within at the heated look in his eyes and she smiled up at him before bringing his mouth back to hers. “Yeah, I think I could use a little convincing, pirate.”
This kiss was all heat and white hot passion from the start. Emma felt Killian’s hand move to the buttons on her pajama top, and things were about to get really interesting, when suddenly their bedroom door slammed open.
“We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy New Year,” came Leroy’s loud voice. A moment later, the man himself—along with his usual grumpy scowl—came into view.
“What the hell?” Killian growled as he rolled off of Emma and shot the dwarf a look that could kill.
Emma hastily re-buttoned her pajama top and then sat up, looking at the people pouring into her bedroom—the dwarfs, Regina and Robin, Granny and Ruby, her parents, Henry—the latter three looking extremely uncomfortable at the scene they’d burst in upon. “You guys ever think about, I don’t know, knocking before you barge into a person’s house? And their bedroom?”
“No time, sister,” Grumpy said with a scowl. “Seems like we’ve been cursed again and we’re gonna need the savior.”
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“Wait,” Emma said, holding up a hand and looking at her family and friends now surrounding her booth at Granny’s. “You’re telling me that Santa, Santa Claus is real too? And that he cursed us? How does this even happen?”
Ruby walked past singing “Santa baby”, while in the far corner Archie and Marco began a rousing chorus of “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the year.” Henry joined Emma and Killian in their booth.
“Yeah…” he said, glancing aside. “I, um…I think this is my fault. I kind of wrote a letter to Santa and, well, this happened.”
“You…you wrote a letter to Santa asking him to curse us so that we all break out into Christmas songs every few moments?” Emma asked, rolling her eyes as the rest of the dwarfs surrounded Leroy and started singing “You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch.”
“Kid, this’s got to be the most annoying curse ever.”
“You’re telling me,” Granny groused, stopping by their booth on the way to serve a couple in the back who’d just begun serenading each other with Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, and looking very displeased about it. “If I have to hear Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer one more time, the blue-plate special might start coming with a side of poison.”
“Oh please,” Regina said with an eye roll worthy of a queen, “you think that’s bad? Roland’s been singing The Twelve Days of Christmas more or less non-stop for the past twenty-four hours. I’m about to go all Evil Queen on everyone.”
“Well, lad,” Killian said, fixing Henry with a stern, fatherly look, “your mother asked you a question. What have you to say for yourself? Why did you go to this ‘Santa’ fellow and request a curse?”
Henry sighed deeply. “I didn’t request a curse,” he said. “I just. I don’t know, I wanted everyone to get a little Christmas spirit, you know, after you all decided to skip Christmas and everything. I didn’t want Santa to curse you! I just thought we needed all the peace and love and joy and family and all that holiday stuff we could get after what we’ve been through. I asked Santa to help me think of a way to make everyone see that we need Christmas more than ever this year.”
“The holly and the ivy, when they are both full grown, of all the trees that are in the wood, the holly bears the crown,” Ashley and Thomas sang—in perfect harmony—as they stopped by the table. “Emma! You’ve got to help us stop this!”
“Alright everybody,” Emma said, bringing her hands to her temples. “Just…let me think for a minute.”
It was true what Henry said; they had made a town-wide decision to skip Christmas this year. It had been decided that after everything everyone had been through lately—between Zelena and the Queens of Darkness and then both Killian and her becoming Dark Ones and then Rumple’s renewed betrayal, and then going through hell to bring Killian back—that they deserved a break, a chance to just catch their breath and renew their strength before the next villain showed up (or Rumple found a way back from the Underworld where they’d left him). There was no doubt the new year would bring a new curse or villain or crisis of some type. Last thing they all needed was the hustle and bustle and stress of the Christmas season.
Henry had been disappointed, of course, but she’d promised to make it up to him. He’d seemed to accept it graciously enough after that, and Emma had hoped he accepted the town’s decision.
Guess not, if he was writing letters to Santa requesting Yuletide backup.
“Not to state the obvious,” Killian said, settling his arm around Emma’s waist, “but there is a tried and true method for breaking curses. Has anyone thought to try True Love’s Kiss?”
“Couldn’t hurt,” David said turning toward Mary Margaret.
Emma watched as her father bent toward her mother, as Robin took Regina in his arms, and then felt her own true love nudge her with his hook. “Shall we do our part as well, love?”
“Yeah, I think we’d better,” Emma said, smiling up at him. She took his face into her hands and pulled him down to her. This kiss was warm and sweet as ever, sending a rush of her true love magic rushing through her system—but no pulse of electricity; no waves of rainbow-tinted light.
As the strains of Mulan singing Do You Hear What I Hear filled the otherwise quiet diner, Emma came to realize they were dealing with a foe more formidable than any of them had expected.
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It was a rather demoralized group that trudged back into Granny’s a couple hours later. Sleepy sang “Deck the Halls” in between yawns, but otherwise silence reigned. They’d yet to find a cure for their musical malady.
This “Christmas” was an odd custom, Killian thought to himself as he slid into a booth and then promptly laced his fingers with his wife’s. It was purported to be a happy time, full of magic and merriment, but the residents of Storybrooke regarded it nearly as drudgery.
Then there was this “Santa Claus” fellow. Per Swan, he was said to be the very embodiment of the Christmas spirit—both jolly and benevolent.
Having just met the man, he could vouch for the jolly part, but benevolent…that was far more up for debate.
They’d no more than determined True Love’s Kiss was not a solution to this particular curse than Belle had burst into the diner, book in hand (singing “Jingle Bell Rock” under her breath—an odd song, that).
“I think I know who Santa is in Storybrooke!” she’d announced. “You know that guy, Kris who runs the North Pole Ice Rink? It’s got to be him! Think about it, he’s got a long white beard, his laugh sounds like ‘ho, ho, ho’ and he’s always warning trouble-makers that he’s keeping a list and checking it twice.”
“That does sound like Santa,” Henry agreed.
“Now that we’ve presumably found our villain, what do we propose to do about the situation?” Killian asked, idly caressing Emma’s hand with his thumb.
“I don’t think he’s a villain, exactly,” Belle said, brow furrowed. “Maybe…if we just, I don’t know, asked him nicely he’ll lift the curse for us.”
Regina tutted and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure jolly old St. Nick’s just going to do what we want because we asked nicely.”
Emma sighed deeply. “Well it’s worth a shot. Don’t hear anyone else coming up with a better solution.”
And so they’d walked to the ice rink and discovered that Kris Kringle was indeed the Santa fellow they were in search of. They’d walked in the door of the establishment to be greeted by a large number of very small men—elves, Swan had called them—all singing “Here Comes Santa Claus” as a man with a long white beard, rosy cheeks, a rotund belly and a permanent look of good humor came forward to greet them.
Most unfortunately, the Evil Queen had been quite correct. While Santa had laughed merrily, he’d flat out refused to accede to their request, insisting the terms of the curse were quite absolute. The compulsive singing would only come to an end when the town had achieved sufficient Christmas spirit and come to accept and embrace the holiday at hand.
And so, thwarted again, they’d returned to the diner to plot a new strategy.
“Hark the herald angels sing,” the fairies began from the other side of Granny’s.
“Not to state the obvious,” Leroy began, “but True Love’s Kiss didn’t work; confronting Santa didn’t work; we’re about to strike out.”
“How about you keep your unhelpful comments to yourself, dwarf?” Regina snarled.
“Watch it sister,” Leroy returned, “you can take your attitude and shove it up your…”
Emma slashed the air with her hand; just in time, it would seem. The queen seemed on the point of forming a fireball. “Not helping guys.”
Killian wrapped an arm around Emma’s shoulders, and she slumped against him with a sigh. “Perhaps we didn’t get the result we hoped from our confrontation with Santa Claus, but it is possible that we obtained a solution to our problem nonetheless.”
Emma turned toward him. “What do you mean?”
“Well,” he answered, smiling down at her. “Santa did offer us a way to break the curse. We simply need to embrace the spirit of this Christmas. Perhaps it wasn’t what we planned, but it would seem the choice is simple: either we follow the demands of the curse, or we learn to live with the constant barrage of musical offerings from this town’s citizens.”
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“Just a little to the left, David” Mary Margaret said, stepping back and tilting her head to the side. “No, back to the right, but just a tiny bit…there! Perfect.”
“Okay folks,” Leroy said, grin on his face, “ready to light it up?”
A chorus of cheers greeted him as he put the plug into the socket.
Emma grinned as she heard the delighted gasp of her pirate husband who was holding her close to him on their couch. “Swan!” he breathed. “You’ve the daftest customs in your land; who would think to bring a tree inside and decorate it? I must admit, however, that draped with the baubles and festive lights it’s a wonder to behold.”
She leaned over and kissed his cheek before settling back with her head on his shoulder. “Yeah, it certainly is.”
It had been decided that Killian’s idea was the only real solution to the town’s problem. Regina and Leroy had objected at first, insisting that it set a bad precedent, bowing to Yuletide terrorists, but in the end, they’d been overruled.
Henry had been so excited, he’d immediately started planning, calling the new mission “Operation Reindeer”. How could Emma deny her son when he was so enthusiastic? And really, what was so bad about Christmas anyway? Why had they all been so insistent not to so much as put up a string of Christmas lights?
In the end, getting into the Christmas spirit herself, Emma had offered the Swan-Jones house as a meeting place and begun planning a Christmas party, the likes of which Storybrooke had never seen.
Emma smiled, burrowing deeper into her husband’s side as her mom and Regina put the last touches on the tree. She had to admit, this was kind of…nice. There’d been a spirit of joy and anticipation that had settled over the whole town as everyone pitched in to show Christmas that when they invited someone in and held a party in its honor, they did a proper job of it.
As the talking, laughing and merry-making continued long into the night, Emma suddenly realized something. “Killian, I haven’t heard a single person sing a carol in about three hours!”
He kissed her softly. “It would appear you’ve broken yet another curse, love, though I’d never doubt you. There’s not a curse in any realm that’s a match for you.”
“Not me,” Emma said, looking around at her family and friends, “us. All of us.”
“Be that as it may,” Killian said, affixing a sprig of mistletoe onto his hook and holding it above them. “You’re still bloody brilliant. Now, if I’m to understand correctly, there is a tradition in this realm related to the weed on my hook. In the spirit of Christmas, I believe we really must comply.”
“Oh, you think so, do you?”
“Most assuredly.”
She laughed, reaching up with both arms and pulling him down to her. He came more than willingly, his lips curved into a delighted smile as she thoroughly and enthusiastically fulfilled the requirements of standing beneath the mistletoe.
“So, pirate,” she whispered, lips still against his. “If I remember right, we were in the middle of something when the town burst in on us this morning. What do you say we wrap this party up and get back to that?”
His smile turned decidedly wicked. “I’d say of all the brilliant ideas you’ve had today, that is most definitely your best.”
NEXT CHAPTER->
#christmas reruns 2023#cs fanfiction#captain swan christmas ff#my fanfiction#santa claus is coming to town
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Eddie Goes Through It Sneak Peek
So! This is obviously canon divergent a bit from season 5B. This was supposed to be by Buddie Big Bang fic but I had to drop out for ~reasons~ but I’m still hoping to have this up sometime in the next month or two.
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Never mind the way flames seem to be ghosting across his skin reminding him of the way he’d let the two most important people in his life down. Again.
“Athena and I should go in Cap. We don’t want to crowd him,” Buck says pushing his long sleeved LAFD sweater up, “I’ll radio when we’re ready for Hen,” he adds tilting his head in her general direction.
Buck watches Bobby wind up no doubt to try and dispute his plan but Buck beats him too it, “It’s…you know how he is…he wouldn’t want anyone else to see him like this. Please Cap lets try this first and it it doesn’t work we can try it your way.”
Buck swallows past the lump in his throat, breathing through his nose for five before releasing for ten, “It’s…he wouldn’t hurt Athena or me. It’s Eddie,” Buck says brokenly, “he’s still in there just scared,” Buck whispers.
He doesn’t even wait for Bobby to nod just takes one more sour look at the way neighbors are milling around talking in hushed tones. Buck wants to hit something, wants to yell, wants to tell them all to go the fuck away because where were they when Eddie was struggling? He refuses to let Eddie become some run of the mill neighborhood gossip; he deserves better than that.
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖
hey, thanks anon! love talking about my writing :)
Animal is the story I think I will never ever be able to top, like I'm just so pleased with the flow of this one, the way every sentence feels right/necessary...it's so satisfying to me. (Vikings, Margrethe-centric)
I said get up is my favorite ivar fic, a little canon-divergent post-5b story in which he does not...have a great time, but it's for the best, really. (Vikings, Ivar-centric)
All that is left is light is one I'm really proud of, I just can't get enough of these introspective post-canon loosely plotted one shots with flashbacks and dream sequences etc. I'm so predictable. (Luke Cage, Shades x Mariah/Shades x Comanche)
Strange things can happen is something different than what I normally write. I don't really have the discipline to write longer multi-chapter works and actually finish them, but I finished this one! I also don't really do ocs, so this was new for me. (Vikings, Ivar x oc)
Acid and honey is one of those stories that is really just for me, total crackship territory based on a character that only appears in one episode. but I think it works. it should have been canon. (The Musketeers, Richelieu x Marie de Medici)
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The Sword and The Heart (7/10)
SUMMARY: It started because love was a weapon.
Wait–this is how it started: Emma opened her mouth to scream, and the world went dark.
There was danger and Darkness, and words spoken into the void as she surrendered herself.
It started because Emma did not want to see anyone else she loved die. (He’d promised her he wouldn’t.)
Love was a weapon, and it was always used against her, to separate her from the people she loved. (From the person she loved.)
That’s how it started.
But how does it all end?
(Season 5 Canon Divergence - for @cssns )
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A/N: Here we go. Liams and Blind Witches and Hellhounds, oh my. The Underwold is coming at you with everything it has now, but also, by the end of this chapter.... you didn’t SERIOUSLY think i was going to finish that sentence, did you? 🤣
All thanks as always to my co-conspirator @ohmightydevviepuu, and @profdanglaisstuff and @katie-dub for the neverending support and beta-ing. Not all heroes wear capes, but Saira and Katie DEFINIETLY SHOULD.
And most of all – again and still – here’s to all of you wonderful, amazing people reading this story. You are awesome. 💕💕💕
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CHAPTER 7: Arrive Where We’ve Started
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[[UW]]
“I want neither gingerbread nor children,” Emma said, glaring at the Blind Witch before she could even speak a word and watching with satisfaction as her mouth snapped shut and straightened into a disapproving line. Emma slid onto one of the counter bar stools and let the weight of the hook digging into her back give her strength of purpose.
“What I want,” Emma said, “is coffee.” She smiled her most determined smile, because she wasn’t exactly sure how blind the Blind Witch was, and figured it couldn’t hurt. “Black coffee. Please. And--information.”
The Blind Witch sneered. “Coffee you can have for free,” she rasped. “Information will cost you.”
Emma sighed, only just stopping herself from slumping over the counter by thinking of the hook, and her purpose, but still fucking frustrated . Why did everything always have to come with a price?
God, she was just--
She was tired . Emma hadn’t slept as the Dark One and she knew how it should feel, the absence of exhaustion, the freedom from the need for suspended consciousness, but she was so.
Tired.
And it shouldn’t have been possible in a place like this where time didn’t exist--where no one needed sleep, where immortality spanned into an endless horizon--it should feel the same.
Why didn’t it?
“Cost me what?” Emma said. “There’s no money down here. I have no magic. What could I have that you want?”
Her hand drifted down her side and gripped the hook, the tangible reminder that she was here for a reason -- a reason bigger than a recalcitrant witch who liked to snack on children and the cryptic and superior asshole brother -- and bigger than Emma. She wasn’t going to fail; she was not going to be bested by half of this apparent Underworld power couple. As the determination surged through her there was, for a brief, flickering moment, the feeling of Merlin’s ragged breathing below her spiked heel and Emma ground her teeth.
How could she choose between what was right and what was good when they were the same thing?
The Blind Witch cackled. “Oh, Savior,” she said, her sneer not diminished in the least, “you don’t think a heartbeat down here has value? Because the energy you bring--” she gasped, a sound of pleasure and pain--”could spark all kinds of power.”
She leaned forward and fixed Emma’s gaze in her milky eyes. It was unpleasant and unsettling but Emma forbade herself to blink and matched the witch’s stare as she dropped her voice and whispered, “I want to siphon every last bit of your living breath before I tell you anything. Savior .”
Her throat was so close, her body stretched across the counter; all Emma had to do was punch up with the hard, straightened outside of her right hand to hit the Blind Witch exactly in the hollow of her trachea. When she gasped this time, it was only in pain as Emma watched her eyes roll up and her body slide from the counter to the floor.
It felt both good and right.
Emma stood, meeting the eyes of each staring patron until they scurried out. She locked the door behind them before she turned back to the woman on the floor and knelt, pulling the hook from her waistband to hold it up.
He needed her. He needed her to succeed.
“It seems you are under a misapprehension,” Emma said, gripping the metal. “I wasn’t asking for a trade. I was asking for information, and you are going to tell me everything you know.”
Echoes of Merlin’s apartment, snippets of words and sounds and actions and the regrets she hadn’t felt then, overcame her but all she could see was Killian bleeding; the pain was so sharp she could taste it, the metallic tang hanging in the air and crowding her nostrils.
No .
She pushed it away, all of it, and focused on her task, on the good reasons and the right ones.
She could do this.
Persuasive indeed.
--
[[SB]]
He doesn’t see her when he looks at her. Doesn’t respond when she makes contact, doesn’t hold her hand when she takes it, or squeeze her fingers back. Doesn’t react when she says his name.
He eats when she puts food in front of him and falls asleep next to her when she turns the lights out and he sits in the armchair in the living room when left alone, still as a statue, for hours.
Sometimes he gets up and it makes hope well up inside her every time, gets up and walks out the door and through the town, and each time she follows at a distance, hopeful, so hopeful, for him to see something and know it, for a spark of recognition, for something, anything---
But nothing ever happens, and there is no spark.
--
[[UW]]
It was at the moment Emma started to yank the witch up by the front of her dress that she heard the shout--”Attack!”--behind her, followed immediately by the weight of a large black dog with three heads.
One of the heads was at her throat as the front paws pinned her to the floor.
The other two were licking her face until the third cocked its head expectantly, like it was waiting for a treat. Between the lapping tongues Emma could see its large tail wagging furiously and all of this while the shrill voice kept screaming, “Attack! Attack!” and--
Emma burst out laughing.
What even was her life?
Afterlife. Whatever.
It was too surreal.
There was nothing to do but scratch each head in turn thoroughly behind the ears until the beast let her sit up, two last licks from the first head for good measure. Cruella, fuming, watched her as she wiped her face.
“Guess your power is a little off-kilter down here, too.” Emma’s smile, for the first time, was real.
“Oh, the beasts listen to me,” Cruella grumbled. “They just don’t do what I say.”
“It must be very disappointing,” Emma said, getting up, “to have Cerberus at your command and then accidentally turn him into a lap dog.”
Cruella rolled her eyes and helped the Blind Witch to her feet, while Emma pulled three sugar cubes out of a bowl on the counter and threw them at the dog’s heads. Three identical sets of fangs caught the lumps and then the dog sat down before Emma, his heads even with her waist, his wagging tail tumping the floor in time with her heartbeat.
ThumpThump
Emma’s smile faded even as she kept scratching the abundance of dog ears. “Look,” she said. “I was really good at my job even before I was a Dark One, so here’s how this is going to go: you refuse to tell me what I need to know, and I will make you tell me anyway, only it will take a lot longer and be very, very painful. For you .” She put the hook back into her waistband with an extra ear scratch for the head that followed the movement of her hand and bumped against her palm. “I get the resentment. I get that you have a score to settle and dream about your revenge and my demise, yadda yadda, but here’s the thing. I don’t have time for it. How about instead we skip straight to the end? You talk to me, I’ll leave, and neither of you will ever hear from me again.”
She straightened up, ignoring a trio of dog cheeps, and entered Cruella’s personal space.
From out of the corner of her eye she could see the Blind Witch step forward and simply reached out, grabbed her wrist, and twisted her arm hard behind her back. The witch whimpered in real pain and Cruella’s eyes flicked back and forth between them.
“I don’t have time for anything other than finding Killian,” Emma said, pulling the clutched wrist up and eliciting a choked gasp and she was not thinking of Merlin on a New York City floor, she was not .
“He’s here and he shouldn’t be and I have to fucking fix this , so if you want to spend the rest of your happily-ever-afterlife down here in one piece, you tell me. Now .”
--
Liam was waiting for her, casually leaning against the hood of a large, rusted out car and he just--
God, he looked so much like Killian, his arms crossed, his legs crossed, looking down his nose and up at her through his eyelashes.
“Looks like I wasn’t wrong,” he said, and Emma exhaled. “You are persuasive. What did the witch tell you?”
His voice was nothing like Killian’s, pure condescension and contempt as he took credit for her success. Any other day Emma would have stopped to tell him exactly what she thought of that, but she had wasted enough time already.
Which was stupid, really, in a place devoid of time.
Liam straightened and said, “You’re not going without me.”
“The hell I’m not,” Emma said, and Liam raised his eyebrows--both of them--making her sigh. “I don’t think you can go with me. Physically, I mean, or--whatever. I don’t think it’s possible.”
“I don’t believe you,” Liam said, his eyebrows still up.
Emma growled.
“Yeah, no. You’ve been here--what, a couple of hundred years, right? So why don’t you tell me what happens when someone dead tries to cross the river of souls?”
What little color there was drained from his cheeks.
“What did the witch tell you?”
“That I have to weigh my heart and pass the test,” Emma said.
Liam scoffed. “Like you even have a heart to weigh.”
“You’re a bastard,” Emma said. “Just--you think the whole world owes you, don’t you? The great Liam Jones. The noble Liam Jones. Captain Liam Jones. You probably don’t even think you deserve to be here.” Emma grasped onto the anger with everything she had, funneling it into the bottomlessness of her exhaustion until she straightened her posture and squared her shoulders because fuck this guy .
“I have a heart,” she snapped. “It’s been broken in more ways than you can possibly imagine, stomped on and cracked and corrupted by Darkness and blinded by Light, but it’s still there, so. Yes, Liam .” She spat his name. “I have a heart. And it belongs to your brother.”
She shook her head. Tears suddenly threatened, of rage and regret, and she fought them down.
“It belongs to my son.” Her voice was unsteady in sadness and fury. “It belongs to my son and my parents and the people I have come to love, but first and foremost and always it belongs to Killian. And he’s down here when he shouldn’t be, when he should be up Above, safe and sound because one goddamn sacrifice is enough. It’s enough !”
She was yelling.
She didn’t care.
“So I will go cross all the rivers there are and pass all the tests, because I have to find him and fix this, and you--” she raised her chin at him “--you cannot stop me.”
There was silence for a long moment and then Liam shook his head.
“That’s not what I said.”
Emma sighed. God, she was tired . So. Fucking. Tired.
“I’m not going to stop you. I’m coming with you.” He shrugged. “You can’t make me stay behind.”
“I could and you know it,” Emma said, “but I’m too tired to bother.”
She turned to walk down the main road toward the library and heard him lumber along behind her.
“You can follow me,” she said. “Just don’t talk.”
--
“So. What else did the witch tell you?”
“I love how you’re abiding by my no-talking rule.”
Emma looked at the boarded-up library door and then turned to Liam.
“Since you’re here, though, how about you finally do something useful--” she gestured “--and find something to pry off these two-by-fours?”
Liam opened his jacket and pulled out a tire iron and Emma couldn’t help it--she laughed out loud. “Seriously? You just happen to have that on you?”
“Got it from Cruella’s car outside the diner, if you must know,” he said, scowling. “I have had occasion to learn about the inner workings of automobiles and other machinery here.”
Emma rolled her eyes. “And it makes a handy little lethal weapon. For those of us who are still technically alive.”
Liam shrugged. “It was a last resort. But before we pry this door open, tell me. What’s behind it?”
“Well,” Emma said, deadpan, “in the Storybrooke Above, it’s an elevator. So I’m gonna guess --yep, an elevator.” She shrugged. “Apparently just because this is the underworld, it doesn’t mean that there isn’t more underworld even further below. Under-underworld, if you will.”
Liam paused in the middle of removing the first board and whispered, “The broken headstones” like that was supposed to mean something.
“What?”
Crack . He didn’t answer, just levered another plank.
“Listen, some of us haven’t been here for centuries, so can you please, just once, answer a question?”
He stopped and turned and looked at her and there was the tiniest hint of an upward angle at the corner of his mouth. “You said please,” he said.
“I don’t do it very often, so treasure it,” she said. “But yeah.”
The smile he gave her was small and reluctant. “That’s the kind of thing Killian would say,” he said, turning back to the boards, levering planks until the doors were free and they could go inside. The foyer was dusty, the stillness of the place even more oppressive inside than outside as dustmotes danced in wayward beams of reddish light.
Even her breathing sounded too loud, each breath swallowed by silence as soon as it was exhaled.
“What broken headstones?” It was a whisper, and Liam turned to face her.
“At the cemetery, there are three kinds of headstones,” he said. “The ones standing. For those of us who are here. Then there are ones which have been tipped over.”
There was another small, reluctant smile and he said, “Those are the souls that have moved on.”
“Moved on?”
“To a better place.”
“And the third kind?”
“Broken,” he said. “Cracked. Those souls have also moved on.” He shuddered. “To a worse place.”
The fear that crawled up Emma’s spine was relentless and icy and she would swear the hook at her back felt suddenly cold.
She had to find Killian.
She had to find him now .
“Look around,” she said. “The elevator might be hidden, but it’s here. And we will find it.”
--
It felt like hours, though it could have been minutes or days or centuries for all she knew, since they had found the elevator. It hadn’t been too difficult; it was hidden behind a panel almost identical to the one in Storybrooke Above, and, like its counterpart, led to a maze of stone corridors and canyons.
No dragons. Yet.
Yet .
No trickster gods.
But also--no Killian.
No Killian and no clues as to where that freaking river of freaking lost souls might be and finally Emma had stopped, sat down to take a breather, and Liam had sunk down next to her and said nothing.
Until now.
“Sometimes I use the phone booth,” Liam said, and nothing else, waiting for her to respond. His voice was neither condescending nor contemptuous; it was quiet, almost like the way that Killian’s voice got quiet when he was dropping his facade and just talking . She was almost starting to get used to it--the ways the brothers were alike, but also completely different.
“The phone booth?”
Liam shrugged.
“Supposedly you can talk to your loved ones topside with it.”
“There’s a way you can talk to the people Above? Seriously?”
Emma thought of Henry. Thought of hearing his voice. Thought of all the things she wanted to tell him, before Liam’s words brought her back with a snap.
“Supposedly,” he said. It sounded--dejected. His shoulders slumped. “We don’t know if our messages get through. I guess I always hoped they did.”
“Did you try to talk to Killian?”
Liam nodded.
“What did you say?”
“I told him to not worry about me. And to stay the course. Straight and narrow and true to his orders.”
And Emma put her head back and laughed out loud.
Down here, it was not a pleasant sound and it echoed in the cavernous space and bounced around the corridors but she didn’t care, she just laughed .
“What?” Liam smiled but it faded quickly as he realized she was laughing at him --kept asking, his voice getting louder and louder as she kept ignoring him because it was just too ridiculous, the way that Liam Jones thought he could tell his brother to heel like a good dog from beyond the grave .
God, if she could talk to Killian right now, she wouldn’t say anything that stupid, seriously--
That stopped her laughing. “You’re a piece of fucking work, Liam Jones,” she said, wiping her eyes.
“You’re one to talk, Savior. Cruella’s told me all about you .”
If Liam’s anger was like a freight train, barreling relentlessly down its track, Emma’s was a goddamn neutron bomb .
“Save it,” she hissed. “I don’t want to hear it. You think I’m not good enough for your brother. I’m sure you have dozens of reasons and I’m sure they’re all solid. I don’t care about any of them.”
She got up.
“It’s not up to you. It’s his life, and my life, and the one thing they have in common is that they are not your life. You can rot here forever for all I care, but the man I love is here, here when he shouldn’t be, and I will find him. I will always find him . And if I were you--” she bent down, fixing Liam with an icy stare “--I would ask myself why you spent eternity reminding your brother to stick to the straight and narrow when you obviously couldn’t.”
Liam bristled and drew breath to respond and Emma cut him off.
“I am beyond over your self-righteous act,” she said and watched his mouth hang open. “Why else would you be here? If you had been the goddamn paragon of virtue Killian makes you out to be, why didn’t you end up in a better place?”
His expression was unreadable, not that Emma cared to try.
“Well, I’m going now,” she said. “You can go wherever you want to, but if you follow me--” she pulled out the hook and held it up “--I will bury this in a very unpleasant place. On your body. Do I make myself clear?”
Shell-shocked.
That was the expression on Liam’s face. He was shell-shocked.
But he nodded.
“Good,” Emma said, and started walking.
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[[SB]]
Darkness and fury and rage begin to howl.
They tear at him, with might, with power , nearly rip him from her grasp, and scream
and scream
until his ears bleed, until his mind folds, until his eyes lose all sight
until he can no longer think
or feel
or be -- or be
until he is ripped apart at the seams of his very existence, and all that is left
all that is left
everything he is
is that corner of his heart
where she lives.
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[[UW]]
“Wait!”
Liam’s voice was--anxious. And--distraught?
“Wait, Emma. Wait!”
He’d said her name. Emma stopped.
She could hear him scramble to get up behind her and turned around, brandishing the hook. Liam held up both hands in supplication and it made her irrationally angry that Killian only had the one. “Which part of don’t follow me--”
“I get it now.” It was Liam’s turn to cut her off. “I get why he likes you.”
“He doesn’t--” Emma’s voice broke. “He doesn’t like me . He--”
Something came over her as Emma’s entire body heaved.
Because she felt it.
She felt it, truly, for the first time since she’d turned--maybe for the first time, period--the certainty. The steadiness, the reality that was Killian’s love for her. The totality of it, the way he had literally loved her with everything he had .
Because that’s who he was, and that was how he loved--completely.
And it was--oh, god, it was just too much , and she almost craved the emptiness again except for the way that she knew, now, in this dark, damp, foul-smelling rough-hewn tunnel of stone, that Killian Jones had loved her.
The look in his eyes before she’d--with the sword--the way he’d looked at her, soft and sad and knowing, and his eyes still said “I love you.”
Even the Darkness hadn’t been able to take that away.
Liam took a step toward her and Emma stiffened, making sure her voice was completely steady and utterly calm when she said, “He doesn’t like me. He loves me. He loves me more than I deserve.”
“And you?” Liam’s voice was low.
“More than I can stand, sometimes,” she whispered. “With everything I have, little as it is.”
Which was when Liam did the strangest thing: he chuckled. It was sad, and quiet, but everything about him relaxed when he said, “You’re so much like him.”
It sounded like he was talking to himself, but then he looked at her. “I didn’t see it before. I was too angry, perhaps. But you fight so hard not to be hurt, just like him, and you lose your way and try to close yourself off, but it never works, does it.”
Emma lowered the hook, let it sink down; wrapped it in both of her hands and said nothing.
“Never worked for him, either. He felt everything . You’ve encountered loss like he has, hardship like he has, grief and despair and damage like he has, and you have lost your way, but never lost yourself. Even in your darkest hours, you will both fight to be found.”
He smiled at her wistfully.
“And you’re like me, too,” he said, and held up a hand to stop Emma’s protest. “You are. Stubborn and tenacious and intractable. You think yourself above the rules and bend them to your will and you will punch back at everything that stands in the way of how you think things should be.”
Emma could feel herself deflate as all of the anger dissipated, leaving only exhaustion behind.
“Don’t you,” Liam said, and Emma slumped.
He was right.
She looked up and said nothing--but he heard her, just like his brother always did, heard all the things she couldn’t say, and nodded.
“And that is why I’m coming with you.” Liam pointed to the hook she was still clutching in both hands. “Put that away. I will help you find him. And whatever went wrong, I will help you make it right.” He sighed. “By all the stars in the sky, I owe him.”
Emma couldn’t think anymore and couldn’t fight anymore and realized that down here allies were few and hard won and sparse, and if Liam was willing to help her, she was going to let him.
“Okay,” she said.
He looked surprised. “You won’t bury that--” he gestured at the hook with his chin “--in an unpleasant place when I’m not looking?”
“I didn’t say that,” she said, and smiled. “It depends on how annoying you are.”
“Alas,” he sighed dramatically. “That does not bode well for me. I have it on excellent authority that I am exceedingly annoying.”
Emma giggled, but Liam burst out laughing and it was so similar to Killian’s laugh that it caused her actual pain, her breath leaving her, her body starting to convulse again until--
Liam was joking with her. He had a sense of humor.
That’s when she heard it, bubbling beneath the fading wheeze of Liam’s laughter.
“Shhh,” she said, holding a finger to her lips. “Do you hear that?”
Liam stilled instantly and Emma looked up.
“Does that sound like running water to you?”
Liam nodded slowly.
“Like a river?” She whispered. “Could it be a river?”
He nodded again. “I believe it could.”
--
[[SB]]
When she wakes up and he is gone, she feels like crying.
When she wakes up and he is there, tossing and turning and looking at her with his sadness and frustration and hurt, she feels like screaming. The anger is there--the anger that was always a part of her, that had followed her for twenty-eight years and had finally started to dissipate--and it flares up and manifests in the magic running through her hands as she tries to calm him.
Tries to calm both of them.
“I’ve never known you to need to get ready for a fight,” he said. “I thought it was a natural state,” and maybe it was and maybe it wasn’t but it certainly is now and she can’t say anything, can’t do anything, because she’s done this.
--
She was running so fast--and was so focused--that only Liam’s lightning-quick reflexes saved Emma from falling when the tunnel opened onto a small outcropping above a very long drop. She was breathing hard, almost doubled over in pain, while Liam bent forward to see the raging, swirling river below.
Emma was looking up.
Up , where the other side of the river was--and it was far, far away. There was, in the middle of the river, with no path to it or from it, a platform of rough metal with a hole straight through its middle. Above the hole, above the seemingly endless drop into the river of lost souls, of pain and torment, was a large hook; a hook looped with chains, and on the chains hung--
Emma had to swallow down bile as she looked up and saw him , beaten, bruised, unconscious; his head down, his chin resting on his chest, his body unmoving but for the sway of the hook as it swung him gently back and forth.
And then it dropped with a sound like a ratchet and Emma screamed.
She screamed and it echoed all the way to the river below and to the opposite side of the river and back again--even Liam jumped at the sound.
But Killian remained still.
Liam’s hand came down on her arm and she shook him off, violently, as she rounded on him.
“How do I get across?” she demanded. “How do I get to him?”
And Liam whispered with tears in his eyes, “I don’t know.”
Emma screamed again, screamed his name in impotent frustration. “Killian! KILLIAN! I’M HERE!”
But he didn’t react; he just swayed on the hook above the hole, to and fro until it dropped again, another foot closer to the river below.
Emma’s head swung frantically as she looked for something, anything , she could make a jump from, but there was only the tiny ledge and the floating platform and the river of death below and then--
A blink, a streak, a glitter of bronze or gold or copper--it was shiny and incongruous in the darkness. Emma followed the streak until she saw a tiny alcove and in it--
In it there were scales and carved into the rock above them there were words, words in a language she didn’t know, written in an alphabet she couldn’t read, but before she could even process this next hurdle Liam’s voice rang out behind her.
“Only a heart filled with True Love can pass.”
She turned, slowly. He was smiling in his old condescending manner, but it was warmer than it had been because of the small quirk at the corner of his mouth and the light of understanding in his eyes when he said, “I did study at the Royal Naval Academy, you know.”
Emma rolled her eyes but then the hook dropped again and she lost all sense of levity.
And with a flash of insight, Emma had the answer. “I have to--” she gulped “--weigh my heart.” It was the only thing that made sense. “I need to prove that my love for him is True.”
Liam just looked at her. “What can I do?”
“Nothing,” she said. “This is the place the dead cannot enter, because I can do this and you can’t--” And with a groan and a cry and a grinding of teeth she plunged her hand into her own chest and ripped her heart from her body and it was--it was--
Fuck .
It was bright red and glowing a friendly, reassuring glow; it was bright red and not streaked or darkened by the things she had done and the evil she had embraced and the fate she had bound herself and Killian to in her pride and her fear and her desperation. Liam made a noise but Emma couldn’t look away from this piece of herself, alive and beating and vibrant. She looked over at Killian and she remembered the kiss, the True Love’s Kiss that wasn’t back in Camelot and she understood, finally, why it hadn’t worked. Because she hadn’t let it.
Because she made the wrong choice.
But this--she could do this, she had to do this.
It wasn’t even a choice.
It was just--it was right .
It was good and it was right and she didn’t hesitate as she leaned forward and put her heart on one of the scales.
Everything was silent save the foaming waters below and the sharp crank as the hook dropped again but she kept her eyes on the scales and focused everything she had and everything she was on one thing, one feeling as she believed .
In True Love.
In Killian Jones.
In herself . In them .
Her heart beat.
Once.
It stilled and there was a deafening crack as something shot out from behind her--small and narrow like a girder and it extended toward the platform. Emma stepped onto the thin, wavering beam, and behind her, her heart beat again, and the beam elongated, precarious and slippery, but there. One foot in front of the other, like walking a tightrope; her heart beat again, brought the beam even closer--
And then it stopped.
Emma stood, willing herself not to breathe or to move or to look down but just to keep steady, and she waited, but nothing came.
Until.
The entire structure began to shake and the girder buckled and vibrated as the hook lowered another foot with a shriek of protest and his feet were almost through the hole , she could see the blood on his face and his closed eyes and his hookless hand and again, again, there was no choice.
Just a decision.
On the balls of her feet Emma spun, taking three dangerous, wobbling steps back toward Liam and the ledge. She ignored Liam’s shouting, ignored everything, everything --every sound and scent and feeling as she took two, three, four running steps and pushed off the the end of the beam and screamed, a battle cry this time as she jumped
jumped
--
[[SB]]
She leans forward to kiss him.
Her lips are soft and warm and so very familiar.
“I love you,” he says. Feels the truth of it, feels it .
She wraps herself around him again, uses her whole body.
And leans her forehead against his. “I know.”
--
[[UW]]
He wasn’t breathing.
He wasn’t breathing but when she hurled herself at him, crying, screaming, wrapping her arms around him as she pulled him down from the hook and whispered, brokenly, “Killian, come back to me,” he twitched and one eye opened.
“Emma,” he croaked. “You shouldn’t be here.”
Her hand splayed across his chest.
“No one should.”
There was no heat coming from his body.
There was no heartbeat under her fingertips.
“I told you to let me go,” he said.
.
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#cs fic#cs fic rec#cssns20#ohmightydevviepuu#thisonesatellite#the sword and the heart#5B canon divergence#the UW's got us now
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[Theo Raeken/Stiles Stilinski]
Stiles and Lydia left Beacon Hills behind to start over. They are finished with the supernatural ruining their lives and try to work on their future. But the supernatural doesn’t seem to be finished with them.
Excerpt Chapter 1
He sounded bitter at the memory, and for the first time Theo seemed almost human with his fingers curled tightly around the backrest of the seat in front of him. “Then he met another boy at a skate park, who couldn’t stay on a skateboard to save his life.”
Stiles scoffed at the memory, but it snuck up on him anyway. Scott and he had had their first fight that day because Stiles had wanted to go skateboarding and Scott hadn’t had any inclination of coming with him because of his asthma. So, Stiles had ended up going alone although he had accompanied Scott to the lacrosse training a few days earlier, which obviously had been less exhausting than skateboarding. It hadn’t been the only time Scott had shot him down during their friendship. Some things, however, would first become clear after ten years had passed, and a companionship ruined.
“They had gotten along great and for the first time the boy had felt like he belonged somewhere. That is, until the other boy’s best friend had come to join them.” For the first time ever, Stiles wondered if he could’ve stopped it. If he had seen Scott’s sudden interest in skateboarding as the jealousy it had been- if he hadn’t persisted that he should come, that he should meet Theo, could he have prevented the Dread Doctors from creating their first chimera? Could he have protected Tara, could he have stopped a nine-year-old boy from apathetically watching his big sister freeze to death? He pushed the thought to the back of his mind and focused on Theo’s words instead. “Although friendly, the best friend had made sure to break said connection and as the boy had gone home that day, sad and angry, he had met the Dread Doctors.” Theo tightened his grip around the backrest, knuckles turning white. “They promised to make him better.”
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Captain Swan Writers Spotlight
Hello, lovelies. I've decided to do a spotlight on Captain Swan writers. Fandom is not what it used to be, and we are lucky to have such a talented group. I want to highlight a new/underrated writer per post. We have new people, and I try to keep up, but sometimes I fail. Please, join me in showing them love. If you guys have any suggestions, let me know!
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The Hanging Tree ~ Complete ~ Part ! of 3 Part Series (Currently Part 2 is WIP ~ Where Have All The Children Gone?)
The Hanging Tree
Summary:
"Are you? Are you coming to the tree? They strung up a man, they say who murdered three. Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be if we met at midnight in the hanging tree."
Emma Swan’s life would be a hell of a lot easier if she wasn’t a Tribute in the 74th Hunger Games. It all would’ve been so much easier if her name had never been chosen. [An OUAT Hunger Games AU]
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Where Have All The Children Gone?
Summary:
"The creaking silence of age echoes through the streets. Sounds like old wooden floors under heavy feet All of the children once running around have evacuated. Or maybe they just disappeared. Where have all the children gone?"
Emma Swan and Killian Jones won the 74th Hunger Games. They won, and it was over, right? Now Emma just has to learn how to navigate each other, their newfound fame, and the horrors they left behind.
And let's not forget...the Quarter Quell is looming on the horizon.
Okay, so I’m currently reading part 2. Shh, don’t tell Blaire I did read the last update even though I said I wouldn’t because of the whump. She is a great story teller and the world she is building for the series is wonderful.
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the story can resume ~ WIP
Summary:
"The story can resume. ... I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.”An unfortunate misunderstanding caused by secrets and naivety forces a young couple to be torn from each other far too soon. It's up to Henry Nolan to put the clues together and right the wrong he has caused his sister and the man she loves most.Inspired by the book/film Atonement for the Captain Swan Movie Marathon.
I'm not familiar with the book or movie but I'm intrigued. So I have no idea how the story ends. I’m enjoying the ride.
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a noble maiden fair ~ WIP
Summary:
Henry's building frustration at their situation is starting reach a boiling point the longer they stay in the Underworld. And it doesn't seem to help that there's someone watching him just out of the corner of his eye. He knows she's familiar to him somehow, but he can't quite figure out who she is or what she wants from him.
A two-shot 5b canon divergence where we get some answers about Killian's mother.
This one is so beautiful and painful but it has a great twist.
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By the Moon's Rise ~ WIP
Summary:
After being cast out from their pack by their father, both Killian Jones and his brother Liam were forced to start a new life in a new town. Killian Jones has no interest in making friends, but there might be a certain someone that might change his mind.
I love supernatural fics. Gimme all the wolf!Killian fics!!
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earth laughs in flowers ~ WIP
Summary:
Emma, a forest sprite, is more than content to live her life somewhat distant from the humans in her town. That all seems to change as the Jones Brothers arrive in Storybrooke, Maine to open up their floral shop. Killian, in particular, can’t help but keep staring at Emma’s...uh...flowers.
Uhm, florist!Killian? Sign me up! It’s such a great start.
I’m sorry I have been slacking but sometimes real life kicks my butt. I hope you guys are enjoying the spotlights!
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Self Promo Sunday: “Take Me Home to Your Arms”
(For this week’s Self Promo Sunday, here’s a little piece I wrote back during the hiatus between 5a and 5b. Certainly, like many of us at the time, I was wondering what might be happening to Killian in the Underworld and how Emma and the rest were going to get him back. This little Underworld spec fic was one of my attempts to answer those questions. It’s obviously canon-divergent now, and I apologize in advance for the Killian trauma. It's not that I want to hurt him, but this was the image of the Underworld and its suffering which first took root in my head, even if it didn’t go that way, and I truly wanted to see Emma come to his rescue, just as he has decided to go after her and fight for her so many times, whatever the risk to himself and his own safety.)
(The title and opening lyrics are from the song "Take Me Home" by US.)
**Can also be found on AO3 and ff.net
By: @snowbellewells
"I'm only happy when I'm with you, home for me is where you are…
I won't be happy 'til I'm with you, home for me is where you are,
These four walls mean nothing without you, home for me is where you are,
They tell me that I'll make it, it'll only be a while, but a while lasts forever without you;
Send out the alarms, I'm all alone,
Wrap me in your arms and take me home…"
Her footsteps fell quickly on the pavement, frantic in the dark. Emma Swan couldn't sleep, couldn't rest, couldn't stop. She could not wait any longer, and she wasn't sure why she had hesitated as long as she did, how she hadn't realized she could get to her pirate and find him sooner; the desperation now so intense it nearly possessed her.
Surprisingly, Regina of all people was the one only two steps behind her, anxious to find "Captain Guyliner". For all of the ways the queen and the pirate argued, needled, and harassed each other to the point of distraction, clearly – despite her derision of Hook and talk of his faults – the regal had missed her favorite "nemesis" and sparring partner more than she would ever admit aloud. That Regina took Emma's part when the others questioned the possibility of her plan, that Regina spoke up of her own accord and agreed it could work, meant the world to Emma. It had set them all in motion and brought them to the edge of the lake. It was only a matter of time before she made her way to Killian's side again.
Though Gold had gotten them to the Underworld easily enough, he had also predictably vanished on some venture of his own almost immediately after their arrival. Snow and Charming had gone to search by the water and in the forest, and Robin had seemed the most capable and likely person to send with them. Emma wanted to think they would all be fine, that splitting up would only allow them to cover that much more ground and find Killian sooner, but she couldn't help worrying for them as well as her sailor, when she couldn't see or know what they might run into. Forcing herself to re-focus,her mind whispered, 'Killian, where are you? Come back to me…'
Without her even being aware until they blurred her vision of the streets, silent tears were coursing down her face. The streets before them were so similar to the Storybrooke routes grown familiar, only darker and shrouded in eerie smoke. She would not allow it to slow her, and she pressed on blindly, unsure where to look as her eyes swept from side to side, certain that Killian must be close by. Once she saw him, Emma ached to fall on her knees at his side and beg his forgiveness, express her endless remorse for all the ways she had gotten it wrong in trying to save him, and he had paid the price. In horrific detail, she kept seeing the light fade from his blue, blue eyes, hearing his ragged plea to grant his wishes this time, his anguished cry and the wet, sucking sound as the blade slid home in his body. Her torment repeated, picturing what he might be going through in the domain of Hades. Was he still in pain? Was he being punished, taunted, tortured beyond the injuries she herself had inflicted? Even once she reached him, would she ever be able to make things right?
Emma might well have kept running aimlessly forever – not willing to give up or rest – but the fog thickened further, obscuring the twisted versions of Gold's pawn shop, Marco's woodworking studio, Maurice French's delivery van at the curb, and Granny's diner, to the point that she could barely make out any of the landmarks or see to take a step in front of her. Hesitating, breath coming out in frantic pants and eyes darting wildly, she nearly panicked, staring in one direction and then another helplessly.
It was then, when despair began to creep in and take her over, that a warm, comforting hand slipped into hers, squeezing firmly. "Mom!" Henry's ever-deepening voice called her back, cutting through her whirling thoughts and clearing her mind. "Calm down. You have to use your magic. It's powered by love. Focus on Killian, on how much you need to find him, and we'll get there…I know it."
Blinking away the tears which had barely let up their entire time in this twisted mockery of their hometown, Emma managed to give her brave, amazing son a tremulous smile. Nodding in affirmation, she took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and tried to focus on Henry's encouragement. She finally believed that Killian was her True Love. She planned to attempt splitting her heart to share with him; her magic should lead them to her pirate. She needed to calm down and allow it to work. It only took her other True Love buoying her up to remind her. This had to work…and it would!
Henry didn't let go of her hand, but stood right next to her offering his strength and belief, ready to venture forward at her side. Emma closed her eyes, raised her other hand slightly, and sent out tendrils of her magic, seeking, searching for Killian.
"You can do it, Mom," Henry urged, rooting her on. "I want him back too. He can't be far!"
Maybe it was Henry's faith, or maybe Regina had found a way to get her magic, which had been shorting out since they'd entered the realm of the dead, working again; whatever it was, the way ahead grew more visible as they pushed forward quietly. An even more complete and odder hush than they had been keeping fell over their small trio as through the smoke and fog the clock tower and library abruptly appeared before them. A chill of foreboding ran up Emma's spine, and she clutched Henry's hand in hers more tightly. She couldn't explain how she knew it, but this was where they needed to be. Kilian was nearby. Her own magic felt as though it were reaching out and trying to find him, as she'd hoped, or that the connection she knew was between them was asserting itself at last. It didn't matter that this sinister version of the clock tower looked like the last place she wanted to enter, if Killian Jones was in there, then that was exactly where she would go.
Nodding toward the building which towered over them, Emma only said with a grim determination, "He's in there."
Henry looked over at her, no longer having to tilt his chin up, almost as tall as his mom, and merely met her eyes with a nod before replying, "Then let's go get him," his face as set and determined as hers.
Regina's expression was grim as well, and she flexed her hand, making sure there was a fireball ready if they needed it. "In a way, it makes a twisted sort of sense," she conceded, moving to follow them without hesitation. "Maleficent's dungeon is beneath the library, ready for Hades to use."
Pushing open the door, the three cautiously stepped through the darkened entryway of the building. Where Belle was usually standing at the circulation desk to greet those who entered her library in Storybrooke with a bright, excited smile and ink-smudged fingers, here nothing greeted them but unnatural, hovering stillness, the musty, dry smell of books left unread and long forgotten, and the dank gray interior that urged them to turn back before they were lost within its depths. If Emma hadn't been certain this was the place before, she was sure now – this was where they would find Killian. The very structure itself seemed to be trying to unnerve them, as if afraid they would succeed.
"Here, Miss Swan," Regina spoke up crisply, still focused and business-like, breaking into Emma's cluttered thoughts.
Glancing up, Emma found the other woman standing at an exact replica of the elevator down to the basement which had once held the dragon-wraith of her former friend. Obviously the mayor didn't wish to waste any more time here than was strictly necessary – whether she would admit to being unsettled or not – and Emma couldn't agree more. She crossed the room with Henry to stand at his other mother's side. They looked into the elevator for a moment, then swallowed hard and pressed on.
The old lift creaked and groaned as it brought them down into the depths below the false clock tower, and it only grew darker and danker the further they went. By the time they reached the bottom, Emma couldn't see her hand in front of her face it was so deeply black and the fog so thick. If she felt it would be any safer, she would have urged Henry to stay – but she doubted it would be, and she knew he wouldn't wait behind anyway.
"Stay close, Miss Swan," Regina warned again tartly as they stepped forward on the rocky, uneven ground. Her voice was cautious even through its crisp impatience, and Emma had learned by now to read the other woman better rather than assuming that Regina didn't care or was coldly unaffected; the former queen was worried, and ached to feel she had some semblance of control, which made her take it wherever she could.
Rather than arguing, Emma merely nodded, heading forward quickly and relieved that Regina and Henry willingly kept pace, one on each side of her, bolstering her without words. As they continued, Emma felt tingling energy, prickling sparks of heat running along her veins, making trails she felt she should be able to look down and see glowing beneath her skin in the dark. Her breath went short, coming out in ragged puffs. "Killian…" she breathed out desperately, recklessly allowing the hope free rein inside her, recognizing that the only other times she had felt such heat and excitement in her blood were when he was near. They must be getting closer to him, and it was all Emma could do not to break into a run.
A chilly gust of air ghosted over her arm, and she shivered involuntarily, turning to the side for the source of the draft and noticing a fissure that opened into a nearly hidden alcove off the main part of their underground cavern. With that same rush of intuition and tingling thrill, Emma turned aside and squeezed through the gap in the solid rock wall. Henry and Regina pressed in close behind her when she hesitated, trying to squint through the darkness. Something had called to her, but she didn't see anything except a dark, empty room of stone walls and floors at first, until Regina finally burst out in exasperation, "For pity sakes, must I do everything?!" With a flourish, she conjured orbs of fire in each hand, illuminating the area before them enough to discern shadowy shapes, and then flung the lights toward torches they could now glimpse over their heads in sconces placed all around the strange dim niche off the larger cave.
Emma had just begun to snap back at Regina, when her voice stopped in her throat on a sharp gasp at the startling sight before her. At the far end of the space, near the back wall, flickering light glinted off the steel gray metal of a thick chain trailing from a crank to the side of the ceiling, then down to manacles which held pale wrist and forearm locked together and extended over the head of a person slumped on their knees. Emma's heart stuttered in fear and vicarious pain, immediately recognizing the motionless, silent, almost lifeless form before them. Only a few seconds' glimpse at the battering of bruises and scars on the pale expanse of his bared back were all she could stand. Without taking time to worry whether or not it would work, she waved her hand desperately through the air, dissolving the chain to nothingness. With what had been stretching him and holding his body unnaturally upright gone, Killian fell prone on the hard rock floor with a soft, insensate groan escaping his mouth.
Dashing wildly to his side, Emma gathered Killian's limp form in her arms, holding him close as best she could, smoothing her trembling hands through his coarse, shaggy black hair and over his chilled, clammy skin, aching to ease his pain. She wasn't expecting to feel Henry pressed up against her side worriedly and reaching out to touch her pirate's arm with gentle concern, nor for him to whisper "Killian? Can you hear us?" She could sense Regina's presence close at their backs as well, standing guard. But when she grumbled, "What happened to you, Guyliner? Mouth off to the Lord of the Dead himself?" Emma was surprised to hear the quaver of emotion behind the Mayor's retort as well, and she knew that Regina was nearly as rattled by the state of their pirate as she was herself. The fact that he had clearly been hidden away didn't help her state of mind. How long had he been held there like that? It was as though he’d been hidden where anyone who might venture into those depths would pass by him unaware and leave him to his misery.
She gathered Killian even closer to her, and was just bending her forehead to rest against his when he jerked awake unexpectedly, snapping back to consciousness with a confused panic, and though clearly weakened and in pain, he flung himself away from her with terrified force, scrabbling backward blindly.
His voice was hoarse when it rang out and echoed back against the close walls and low ceiling, cracking with fear and mistrust, raw from what Emma feared might have been days crying out in hopeless despair and agony as he languished in torment, thinking that he would never be found. Killian's harsh, broken words lashed her heart like a whip, making her as painfully desperate as he when he howled, "Back, Demon! Stop tormenting me! Take any form you wish…but…not hers! Please…no more!"
Emma tried to shush him, begged him to truly see her as she brushed a hand down his stubbled jaw, her heart feeling new pangs of guilt and regret at the sight of the ages-old scar that had always dashingly graced his cheek bleeding again as though it had been freshly carved anew into his skin. Were all of the weals, cuts, and bruises adorning his scarred chest and back old, once-healed wounds returned to livid intensity by the insidious nature of this place and the unfinished business it deemed Killian Jones to have?
Before she could utter anything else, he cried out again, his voice mere shards of its usual deep, smooth timbre. "No! Not Emma! You are not her! Leave me! Leave me!"
When he flinched from her touch yet again, it felt as though the Dark One dagger itself had been stabbed into her breast. Emma wanted to curl up beside him and weep – hopelessness, fear, concern, and love welling up uncontrollably within at the thought that she had found him, but he might be too far gone to bring back. She steeled herself to speak to him once more in soft, pleading tones as she swept her hand across his brow, "Killian, please…look at me. It is Emma. I promise, it's me. I'm here…"
Fear darted across his face for several more taut, charged moments, looking so strange on one who had always met challenges and danger head-on, an arched brow and a dark retort for any man, beast, or monster unwise enough to think he would back down. Then, after several tense, breathlessly waiting seconds, it was as though a cloud passed over his countenance and vanished again, the shade blinding him seemed to fall from his eyes and recognition dawned as he stared at her, drinking in her face, desperate to believe. "Swan?" he whispered, voice soft and awed though rough with ill use, finally daring to hope. A trembling hand reached out toward her face, and she quickly bent to lean her cheek against his palm, as needy for his touch as he was to make sure she was real. "Emma…Love…is it really you? And H-Henry? …Lad, you're here as well?"
"Of course," Henry assured, grinning rakishly in a way Emma knew he must have picked up from Killian. Though his eyes were glassy, Henry answered this man he'd come to look up to with assurance, "Think I'd risk being deprived of a dashing rescue, Captain?"
Her love grinned back at her son crookedly, but said no more, still somewhat overcome by Henry's devotion.
Regina cleared her throat from where she stood just behind them, keeping a wary eye on the entrance. It brought a much-needed measure of levity to the trio on the floor when she grumbled, "No need to acknowledge my presence, Pirate. I simply followed them down here for my health. Brimstone and sulfur do wonders for the skin, you know."
Killian inclined his head slightly in a semblance of the mocking bow he often gave her when they squabbled. "Why, of course, your Majesty," he replied with a knowing wink, "but it is lovely to see you all the same."
The queen huffed, but gave him the tiniest quirk of her red lips in a begrudging smile.
Emma did not miss the way her love winced at even the smallest of offhand movements, but she couldn't look him over properly or try to heal any of his wounds now. They needed to get him out of his prison, first and foremost. She thought about trying to transport them all from the dungeon to the lake shore instantly with her magic, but discarded the idea almost as quickly as it came to her, knowing her powers had been behaving too unpredictably in the depths of the Underworld to be sure of where they might end up. The same concern kept her from asking Regina to move them, or – she assumed – from the queen's offering. She began to attempt standing again, ready to pull Killian up with her. "Come on, let's – "
Just as Killian spoke once more, his mind working through the situation quickly as he became more aware, and already worried for their safety, "Wh-what are all of you doing here? You can't be caught here. I d-don't want you to be trapped as well."
"Too bad," Emma shook her head, finally regaining her feet and, with Henry's help, easing him to stand as well between them. Killian was wobbly and leaning on her more than she would have liked, but then, after being held in one position for so long, she knew his limbs must be working their way back to life, beyond the injuries which must also be draining his strength. "We're not leaving without you. You've already been the hero…" here she had to swallow hard, her eyes tearing up as she remembered him dying in her arms. "Now, let me be the Savior and bring you home where you really belong."
Those devastating blue eyes bore into hers with such intensity, burning with the ardor of his next words. "Emma…Love…I knew the sacrifice I was making. This is where I belong now…what I deserve…and if the rest of you are safe…. Please, there must be a terrible price for this, and … and I won't have you paying it."
Despite his weakened state and the fervent emotion trembling within the words, his resolve was clear. Emma knew she could not fail to heed him again – not this time – but she also needed him to see that she would not be happy, would not be safe, when he suffered here alone for both their mistakes, his noble sacrifice cheapened by Gold's treachery. It wasn't right; it wasn't enough for her. She didn't have a home without him. Yet, she had to allow him this choice; she couldn't take that right away a second time. Drawing in a deep breath, she assured him, "We have a way to bring you back, one that will work. The rest of us will be fine." She paused, met his eyes hopefully, took a deep breath, and asked, "Killian, don't worry about me or anyone else; just answer me honestly: Do you want to come back with us?"
He wet his lips, obviously struggling with emotion and desire versus his sense of duty and lingering guilt. Holding her gaze, his next words came out so raw and vulnerable that they scraped across her heart, tearing loose pieces that she had already given to him. "Aye, Swan, I would wish that more than anything. You must know that. But…I do not wish anyone else to be punished or imprisoned here in my stead…if there is even a chance that could happen…"
"No, Killian," she interrupted, shaking her head gently as she brushed an unruly shock of black hair off his forehead lovingly. "You don't understand. We won't leave anyone behind. This will work." She bit her lower lip, trying to peer right into his soul, the way he had so often done with her. "Trust me?" she asked then, everything they had risked and all her future happiness riding on his answer.
"Aye, Love, I do," he swore, bringing the hand he clutched tightly in his up to clumsily brush his lips over her knuckles, "and I always will."
"Good," she said simply, a small smile gracing her mouth, and then his face as well, as they both remembered how that very response from her had sustained and given him hope through a full year of obstacles and doubts until they had been reunited once before.
Turning to Regina, Emma knew she couldn't hesitate, knew Killian would start protesting again if he figured out what she planned to do – no matter how sure she was that it would work. Shooting Henry a quick, reassuring smile, she squared her shoulders and gave the other woman a curt nod, "Let's do this," she affirmed.
Regina didn't waste a second, gripping Emma's upper arm to keep her steady and plunging a hand into her chest. Emma couldn't stop a gasp at the jarring invasion and strange sense of disconnect she felt when the formerly evil queen withdrew her hand, Emma's slightly battered, partly scabbed in gray, but mostly glowing, red heart within her grasp.
"No!" Killian cried out aghast, only knowing that any heart he had seen taken from a chest had been squeezed in nightmarish torment. "What are you doing!?" he lurched forward, fruitlessly aiming to stop her, but Henry clung to his arm determinedly from where he stood on the pirate's other side helping to keep him upright.
"Killian," Henry pleaded, trying to offer comfort even though his voice quavered too. "It's okay. She's not going to crush it. Emma wanted her to do this…Look!" Henry knew there was still a risk; splitting a heart had worked for his gramps and grandma, and he knew his mom and Killian loved each other deeply, but they didn't have any guarantee.
Emma slumped forward, unaware, and though she wasn't heavy, with his own injuries and weakness, it nearly brought Killian down too. Awkwardly, he took what strength he had left to untangle their fingers and wrap his arm around her, drawing Emma to his side though it pained the open gashes on his torso, and letting her head come to rest on his shoulder.
When he turned back to Regina, her gaze was intent on the heart in her hand, as concerned as he had ever seen the proud royal. Determinedly, she worked at the organ until, to all of their intense relief, it split down the middle and she reached forward to press half of it into each of their chests.
"Ready, Captain?" she asked, voice taut and nervous, though he knew she would never say so.
He gave her a nod, meeting her eyes fiercely before letting his gaze return to Emma's soft, lax, but still lovely, face. In the next instant, he drew a fuller, more rejuvenating breath than he had taken since falling on the shores of the lake in Storybrooke. There was still the odd sensation of a hand in his chest, but a moment more and that was gone too as Regina pulled back, leaving a half of his love's heart within his body.
Emma surfaced to consciousness with a similar heaving breath, blinking as her light once more suffused her cheeks, and her eyes regained their lively sparkle. "Are we okay?" she asked blearily, and then more fervently, "Did it work?!"
"It would seem so," Regina said drily, arching a perfectly sculpted brow as if to say, 'You're alive and speaking to me, aren't you?', but she spared a cautious, genuine smile for the savior and Emma could sense the relief behind the harsh veneer. "Now," Regina continued, "let's not wait around to see what else can go wrong. It's time we were home." With a wave of her hand, clearly having deemed the risk worth it, and a swirl of purple smoke, they were all standing with a jolt on the shore of Hades' realm, right next to the boat which had brought them from Storybrooke.
Looking around in surprise as he reoriented himself, Killian already felt some of his lost strength and vigor returning to him, and he marveled at the power and love for him that must have been held within Emma's heart to pull this off so quickly and so well. Henry placed a hand on his hook's brace, drawing his attention with a grin while pointing out fast-approaching figures in the near distance.
Squinting, Killian could see Dave, Mary Margaret, and Robin coming toward them at a run, and was touched and humbled once more to think that all of these people would venture to the very depths of Hell for the likes of him. Once the rest of their rescue party had reached them at the water's edge – minus Gold, whom no one seemed inclined to worry about – Robin greeted him with an exuberant cry of welcome, while Dave clapped him on the shoulder firmly, and Mary Margaret – to Killian's complete and utter astonishment – flung her arms around him in a joyful, maternal hug.
"It's wonderful to see you too, Milady," Killian managed, almost embarrassed at such a greeting from a woman who at best had always seemed unsure about him as a suitor for her daughter.
The dark-haired royal pulled back with a watery smile, but not before pausing to whisper in his ear, "We needed to get you back, Killian. I don't think I could have stood to watch Emma in that state any longer. She was … broken …without you."
The pirate dipped his head, hiding a swell of emotion at her words, and even when he raised his face once more, his eyes were glassy with unshed tears he sniffed back conspicuously.
"Well," Robin called out, breaking into the thoughts of all their gathered group, bow over his shoulder and fingers once again laced with Regina's, "shall we go?"
"Not so fast, Archer," a silky voice rang out, stopping all of them in their tracks, just as they had been ready to step into the boat pointed home. "I do believe you're planning to steal something – or should I say someone? – who belongs to me."
The unassuming gentleman in a sleek, tailored suit who strutted toward them over the dead, brown grass before the lake, didn't look like much of a threat, but none of them were taken in by his calm, almost jovial manner, nor his pleased, oily smile. "Don't listen to him," Regina ordered tersely, urging Henry, Robin. Snow, and David into the boat ahead of her as planned. "He can't stop us from leaving. We aren't dead, and therefore we aren't part of his domain."
Hades, as Emma realized the man must be, moved ever closer and shook his head like a disappointed parent would at a child who refused to obey. "Ah," he answered smoothly, "but I fear one of you is indeed under my dominion. Breathed his last on these very shores, in fact."
Emma stepped just slightly in front of Killian, wavering slightly as she still recovered from aftereffects of losing part of a vital organ. Yet, she looked as fierce and defiant as she ever had; red jacket standing out against her stark, dull surroundings and a glow emanating from her as she stared down the ruler of the Underworld himself. "You can't have him," she growled through gritted teeth.
Even as Killian feared for her safety, knowing all too well what this seeming "gentleman" and his demons could do, he couldn't deny that his Swan was glorious – a sight to behold.
Emma motioned behind her for Regina to get in the boat as well and take Killian with her. The regal balked, a quick, "Emma, are you sure about…" escaping, but she was cut off with a jerky nod and set jaw, and she did as the Savior asked, pulling Killian forcibly after her.
"Admirable determination, my dear," Hades taunted, "but you might as well admit defeat. I am well acquainted with this pirate, all that brave stoicism mixed with his massive self-loathing for his past wrongs makes a nice break for me from eons of monotonous sniveling, pleading beggars for mercy. Fresh entertainment playing with someone who can endure so much pain, it's quite addictive, you see. Not to mention… I've been alerted to your little scheme to steal my new plaything. It won't work. Even if I were inclined to release one of my subjects, it isn't possible. He died, he is one of mine now, and there is not a thing you can do about it."
A second shadowy figure emerged from the surrounding mist and darkness, and as the person came to stand just at Hades' elbow, Emma recognized Gold, an insidious smile on his smug, self-satisfied face. "Miss me, Dearies?" he cackled ominously. Then his gleaming gaze narrowed as it fell on Emma. "I did warn you not to test me, Miss Swan," he stated with chilling finality, a cunning glint casting frightening light in his eyes. "Thanks to my early warning, our temporary host has promised me that he will make sure our near-escapee finds his stay even more unpleasant from now on, and has given me his word to keep you as well, far away from my Belle, who will have no idea what I've done, and right here with him to magnify the punishment for you both. A simple memory wipe on the rest of you meddlesome fools who insist on playing heroes, and I shall finally have my happy ending."
Emma heard the scuffling of Killian trying to fight his way out of Regina's and Robin's grasps to get back to her. "You'll do no such thing, Crocodile!" he was railing, as she could hear Snow gasp in shock and horror, and Henry and her father's yells of anger and dismay. All of that was drowned out though by the roaring in her ears and the intense desire she had to throttle the cowardly pawnbroker with her bare hands. Of course he would go and try to get in good with the Devil himself to double cross them! As if making Killian's sacrifice to destroy the darkness void for his own gain hadn't been terrible enough! The rage that overcame her with knowing that these two monstrous fiends could be so blasé about the torment they wanted to put Killian through, at seeing for herself all they had already done to the man she loved, was vibrating through her being and she sensed her magic about to explode uncontrollably, blindly. Still, she narrowed her eyes, determined not to give anything away to the insidious crocodile. She understood now why Killian's nickname for his foe had always been so apt – reptilian, grasping, clawing, and willing to do anything to save his own leathery hide and secure his own self-interests, despite who else might be hurt along the way. She quickly turned her focus back to Hades though. No matter how badly she wanted to strike Gold down, this fallen deity was the one with the real power in the Underworld.
"You know," Hades taunted, a mocking pout of fake sympathy on his face, "it really is quite tragic, Savior. You seem to be able to save everyone but the ones you care for most. Love can do much, but even where there is love…dead is still dead."
Emma was backed right up to the edge of the water, her heels actually touching the side of their little boat as it rocked on the dark, uneasy tide. Hades stood practically nose to nose with her, but she wouldn't give in. Instead, she nodded toward Gold. "We'll see about that," she hissed, forcing bravado she only partially felt, "but you might want to question whether your new partner has told you everything."
With that, she stepped backwards into the boat, and Charon began to row away, no other option, his mindless task ingrained in his being until the end of time.
Hades raised a hand, and some red bolt of radiating power shot toward them, but it hit an invisible barrier none of them could see, ricocheted off the wooden boat's side, and went barreling back, knocking the Devil and the Dark One flat on their backs on the shore. Emma felt a pang in her chest like a plucked guitar string vibrating, and everything in her vision went hazy. She staggered, seeing less and less as she heard them all talking to her, around her, anxiously. She had just enough sight and awareness left to reassure herself that they were still moving toward home, and then it all faded away as she fell back into Killian's – and her family's �� arms.
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The following afternoon…
Emma Swan blinks her eyes against the gentle sunshine filtering in warm, yellow stripes through the plain white curtains she hung in the Captain's quarters of Killian's ship. Yawning and stretching languidly, she can't help the grin which spreads slowly and happily across her face upon realizing just where she is and in whose arms she has been resting. They made it home again – all of them – safe and sound, and she is snuggled up with her pirate in his bunk. Sitting up just a bit to gaze down at him affectionately, honestly enjoying the view, and able to see now that they are in the land of the living he already has more color and his scars have once again begun to fade, Emma trails her hand along his chest, playfully running her fingers through the coarse hair covering his muscled torso, unable to stop staring at the man she literally went to Hell and back to find. The half a heart they now share swells with love until it seems to overflow, and Emma wriggles back into Killian's warm embrace, while he continues to sleep – she hopes peacefully. Even deep in slumber, Killian gathers her closer to his side tenderly with the arm draped over her hip and mumbles something she can't quite make out against the warm skin of her neck at the collar of her sweater.
His brow furrows, and she aches to soothe him, to assure him that they are together again and all will be well. She knows that things won't stay peaceful in their little town for long, nor can she keep him from the nightmares and remembrances of the ordeal he has been through. Still, she places a kiss to his brow and murmurs, "Shh…rest, Killian," as she brushes back the dark fringe of his hair.
The last day and night are an exhausted, emotional blur before Emma's eyes as she lies back down and tries to return to rest with her pirate. She remembers the traumatic details of finding Killian in that stone dungeon and his ancient scars and emotional pains brought to fresh life upon his skin, how sapped and hopeless he had been – to the point that he had seemed unable to acknowledge they had come after him. She remembers Regina splitting her heart, and all of them standing of the shores of the lake as Hades tried to stop them from returning to the world of the living with her sailor. Beyond that though… the boat ride back, how she had ended up here with Killian, cozily wrapped in his embrace... it is all a misty jumble in her mind. She can bring back snatches of her parents', Henry's, and even Regina's and Robin's voices, discussing what to do once they reached town, how they had all progressed while they were split up in the Underworld, and if she were truly okay, but none of it comes into clear focus for her. She has the vague, lingering suspicion that Killian must have carried her to his ship, rather than the house she'd taken over as the Dark One, or her parents' loft, over any other ideas or suggestions, and that the others must have decided that he knew best and left the two of them alone to heal together.
With a sigh, she forces her eyes to the gash made by Excalibur still blatantly visible on his neck, while Killian remains unaware. Though it is no longer ragged and draining his lifeblood before her very eyes, Emma knows that this wound will never completely fade. In some way, this particular scar will always be upon his skin, reminding her of when it all went wrong, how horribly she failed him. Her fingers tremble as she traces the abraded skin, and she blinks back her tears quickly. Not, however, before a couple of them escape and pool on the warm skin in the hollow of his collarbone.
Rousing, Killian's eyes blink open to find her awake and studying him sadly, her eyes welling with tears and her hands clutching his shoulders as though afraid he will be taken from her again. "What is it, Love?" he murmurs, smoothing his hand through her hair and snugging his hookless bare wrist against the thick wool sweater at her back, pulling her impossibly closer still. "What's happened?"
She shakes her head, a breath wet with choked back sobs huffing out of her chest. "Nothing, Killian, I just…" she traces her fingers lightly over the shell of his ear, grinning at how the top curve comes almost to a bit of a point. In spite of her jumbled feelings and the fact that she is still struggling to get her words out, she cannot help but marvel at each tiny wonder that make up her True Love. "You'll always have those two new scars…and it's….it's my fault…"
"Oh, Emma…" Killian breathes in soft, stunned understanding, his eyes infinitely kind and unfailingly full of love. "You’ve more than made it right. When I blamed you, I was nothing but the worst version of myself. Do not carry those words, nor that guilt, any longer, Swan." He sighs, sensing that she is still upset and punishing herself, and briefly rests his chin atop the soft golden hair at the crown of her head. Gathering a bit more nerve, he adds gruffly, "That you were so desperate to keep me with you…" he pauses to wet his lips, not wanting his voice to waiver or to make her doubt, "While I detested losing control of myself… I also never thought to be so loved."
Emma's tears do begin to escape her at that, though she can't utter any sort of response. Leaning up to rest her forehead against his, wanting only to have him see in her eyes that he is loved now, more than either of them would have once felt possible, more than either of them could have ever known.
"You entered into the very depths of Hell to fetch me back to your side, Emma. You walked amidst my demons and my nightmares of loved ones I have lost and the horrible things I have done, and you pulled me out into the light once again. You are quite literally my heart now, and I never wish to be parted from you."
"If I have my way, you never will be," Emma vows fervently against his lips in response, just before fusing their mouths in a tender kiss that begins to ease the pain that wounds and separation had wrought. Both are quiet then, at peace wrapped in each other's arms. Swearing to never be torn apart again; they are happy, and they are home.
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#self promo sunday#ouat 5b spec fic#ouat canon divergent ff#cs one shot#take me home to your arms#killian whump#hurt comfort
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WIP Game
Tagged by the wonderful @probieeddie (thank you abbie ilysfm ❤🥰)
rules: share the titles of each of your current WIPs and if your followers ask, share a preview of the one that sounds the most interesting. send this on to ten mutuals who you are curious about what they’re working on
Notes: I'm just gonna mention the ones my 911 ones (fics outside of the 911verse has a whole other list 😂), the ones I haven't posted yet, and WIP's outside if my prompts. Most of these don’t have titles yet so I'm just gonna put what I titled on the document aslsjdjdn
1. You've Got Mail Soulmate AU
2. Buddie 2x01
3. Eddie Steals A Horse
4. i don't want to dance (if I'm not dancing with you)
5. Buddie Grocery Store Fight 2.0
6. Eddie and Maddie Friendship 5b
7. Buddie + Tarlos AU
8. Daniel Lives AU
9. Uncle Buck Canon Divergence
10. Ravi Fic
No pressure tagging: @prettyboyandthekid @saybiforme @cowboydiaz @sonseulsoleil @princessmuk @honestlydarkprincess @eddiediazisascorpio @swiftiediaz @localbitcheddiediaz anyone else who wants to do this who hasn't yet. None of you have to do this tho and you've got tagged you especially don't have to (my mind is mush so I can't remember who got tagged and who hasn't aksjdhhd)
#kj speaks#tag games#i'm pretty sure i'm missing one or two but that's a lot already so i'll just leave this here for now 😂
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In the mood for a Fic...
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1. hey any recs for a fic that has wwx screaming "I'VE BEEN IN LOVE WITH HIM SINCE I WAS 15"
Rotten Work by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 63k, WangXian, WWX & JL, Post-Canon, Protective WWX, Protective JL, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Reluctant Matchmaker JL)
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2. hello!! do you have any fics that acknowledge how wangxian are basically a power couple thanks!! <3
built by the fires of volcanoes by isabilightwood (T, 25k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Established Relationship, Crack Treated Seriously, But Not Too Seriously, Fluff, Humor)
pitfalls of greed by glitteringmoonlight (T, 3k, wangxian, post-canon, outsider pov, BAMF WWX, kidnapping, violence)
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3. hi!! do you have any fix-it fics where the wen remnants end up going to the lan sect for sanctuary (for whatever reason) thank you <3
these colours fade for you only by doodlebutt (T, 36k, wangxian, fix-it, fluff & angst, happy ending, WWX gets a new core, hurt/comfort, slow burn, pining, canon-typical violence & gore) and its sequel your love is sunlight have the wen remnants going to the lan sect!
❤️the kite string and the anchor rope by fleurdeliser (M, 39k, wangxian, Mojo’s post)
Good Guy Lan Qiren Series by thunderwear (G/T, 28k, LQR & WWX, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, no one dies, Lqr finds out about wwx's core, Fluff, WWX goes to Gusu, Mutual Pining, Golden Core Reveal)
❤️ a stone to break your soul, a song to save it by rikke (M, 180k, wangxian, Mojo’s post here, arranged marriage)
Lotus Flower Series by Mydla (T, 38k, LQR & WWX, wangxian, fix-it, angst w/ happy ending, canon divergence, trust issues, everyone lives au, major character injury)
bleed by justdoityoufucker (T, 5k, wangxian, time travel, sunshot campaign and post-ssc, families of choice)
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4. Two asks combined for better dublicate checking ^^
A) hihi! for the next iitmf, could we get lxc treating wwx like a little brother? or any fics where the two share a close, friendly/brotherly relationship :-) thanks so much!!
A War Of Brothers series by MusicPlotter (T, 38k, wangxian, LXC & WWX, canonical character death, canon divergence, fluff, angst, asexual character, post-canon)
Sail Away Sweet Sister by sami (M, 73k, WangXian, MingLi, YZY/Mdm Lan/CS, Time Travel, EXTREME Canon Divergence, Family, Wide Focus Narrative, Some People Live/Not Everyone Dies, Most Named/Canon Characters Lives, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Families of Choice, Parenthood, Fluff, Angst, Underage Sex, PTSD, Unforeseeable consequences, The butterfly effect, Slightly Dark JYL)
Unstoppable by Netrixie (T, 149k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Eventual Happy Ending, Unreliable Narrator, Slow Burn, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Wolf-shifter WWX, Resolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Romantic Tension, Fix-It, Werewolf, Shapeshifters)
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B) Hi! I hope you’re still accepting these? but I’m on the mood for any fics where Wei Ying and Lan Xichen are friends or become close before Wei Ying and Lan Zhan do, please
elusive by bosbie (T, 1k, wangxian, LXC & WWX, canon divergence, pre-relationship, unresolved sexual tension)
This Tumblr Fic by ShanaStoryteller
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5. Thank you for all your hard work. This page is my go to place for fics. For the next ITMF I would really love to see Wei Ying bromance stories. With either A) Wen Ning being Wei Ying's best friend and/or B) Nei Huaisang as his best friend.
5A)
This One Shadow by LtLJ (G, 3k, WN & WWX, wangxian, missing scene, CQL canon, domestic fluff, character study)
5B)
Friends, Sabers, and Other Essentials for Solving a Conspiracy by MeridianGrimm (T, 50k, WWX & NHS, LWJ & NHS, WangXian, Humor, Friendship, Love, Mystery, Canon Divergence, Smart NHS, WWX doesn't stay dead, LWJ gets a new friend, Happy Ending, Fix-It)
Story-Shaped by lingering_song (T, 13k, WangXian, NHS & WWX, Post-Canon, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Inventor WWX, Found Family, Mentioned Character Death, Alcohol, Protective NHS, WangXian Endgame, Not JC Friendly, Not particularly gentry sects friendly overall tbh)
Come From My Inkstone by magicgenetek (M, 150k, NHS & WWX, NHS & NMJ, eventual NHS/LWJ/WWX/WN, canon divergence, burial mounds settlement days, crack treated seriously, NHS character study, alcohol abuse, unrequited crush, polyamory, slow burn, WIP) fits 5A also
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6. Hi! I've been working my way through your 'In the Mood For...' requests but I haven't found any asks for the plots I REALLY crave. So please please PLEASE help me out! I'm looking for A) Cannon Divergent fics set after WWX's resurrection - maybe someone else summoned him, or he reacted differently -or - B) fics where WWX leaves or dies to protect the Wens but lingers and keeps an eye on everything. THANKS!! <3 @alllicceon
6A)
By Any Other Name by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 31k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Crossdressing, Identity reveal, Misunderstandings, Identity Porn)
returning to the old homestead by cosmicfuss (M, 30k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, JYL Lives, Slow Burn, idiots to lovers, suicidal idealization, wwx travels and has some self-discovery, dubiously consensual intoxicated sex, Body Dysphoria, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, yunmeng bros reconcilliation)
the problem with authority by isabilightwood (M, 139k, WangXian, QingLi, Canon Divergence, Sacrifice Summon, only the summoner sticks around, slightly dark!JYL, WQ lives, Slow Burn for yanqing, Angst with a Happy Ending, Chronic Pain, Mild Sexual Content, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch WangXian) this one picks up before WWX is back but he's not in MXY's body
The Tales of Despereaux by stiltonbasket (T, 21k, WIP, WangXian, Prompt collection, oneshot collection, Canon Divergence, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, (when applicable) ) chapters 1-23
Sunless Dry Geraniums by ghostybreads, Skyeline (T, 131k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Unholy combination of canons, Amnesia, Misunderstandings, Loss of Identity, Idiots in Love, WWX POV, Unreliable Narrator, Wangxian-centric, Case Fic, Junior Quartet, Attempt at Humor, Yunmeng brothers, Some original lore, Illustrated Fic, Mystery, Emotional Hurt/Comfort)
Love Song In Reverse by timetoboldlygo (T, 237k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Falling In Love, Slow Burn, the parent trap, but there’s only one kid and the divorce was death, agressively mixing and matching novel and cql canon, No Homophobia, Nightmares, Mentions of Starvation, Parental WWX)
focal, filler, and line by bosbie ( T, 26k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Flower shop AU, Hurt/Comfort, Pining,. Falling in love, Slice of Life)
A Storm of Laughter in the Stillness of the Jingshi by OnlyMeAndMyBones (T, 73k, WangXian, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Injury, Recovery, Pain, Mental Illness, Depression, PTSD, Rehabilitation, slow burn but significantly less so than canon, miscommunication is still a thing tho, Empathy, Guilt, Forgiveness, it's not THAT dark actually)
So You Want to Start a War by JaenysBloodcourt (T, 35k, MY/QS, MengXian, WangXian, Reincarnation, WWX as a woman, Impersonation, QS brings back WWX)
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7. I’m in the mood for fics where WWX forgets his memories, gets together with LWJ, and then thinks LWJ only likes him because he reminds him of his past lover. Like, “It Has Always Been You” by GusuBunnie. Thank you.
Love Song In Reverse by timetoboldlygo (T, 237k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Falling In Love, Slow Burn, the parent trap, but there's only one kid and the divorce was death, agressively mixing and matching novel and cql canon, No Homophobia, Nightmares, Mentions of Starvation, Parental WWX)
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8. I'm sorry beforehand, but can you please find me some WangXian story which WWX reincarnated or got his old body back after finishing MXY wishes? @ardhyan
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9. hi ❤️ i would love some fics where jiang yanli is referred as wwx's mother 🥺❤️
So You Accidentally Kidnapped A Qilin by Mikkeneko (T, 83k, WangXian, Juuni Kokki | Twelve Kingdoms Fusion, mdm yu's a+ parenting, Identity Issues, Cultivator Politics, Yin Iron Poisoning, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, WWX Needs a Hug, Mutual Pining, Miscommunication, Getting Together, Temporary Character Death, Happy Ending, Pacifist WWX, MXTX Big Bang 2021) I don't think I've seen this a lot... but it you get no other hits at all, chapter 3 of So You Accidentally Kidnapped A Qilin by Mikkeneko has WWX explicitly say that JYL is the closest thing he has to a mother.
🧡 rain falls and soaks into the earth series by RoseThorne (T, 40k, WangXian, WIP, Near Death Experience, Attempt Drowning, Madam Yu Bashing, Recovery, No war AU)
Fatherhood's Calling by Fortune_Maiden (G, 1k, JYL/JZX, JZX & WWX, post-sunshot, crack, humor)
The Teapot Plot by ToxicAngel13 (M, 52k, wangxian, NMJ/LXC, misunderstandings, plots, protective Jiang sibs, golden core reveal, golden core transfer fix-it, post-sunshot, fix-it, hurt/comfort, happy ending)
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10. um.. could i ask you for fics where wei ying deals with the trauma of what he had to do in the burial mounds to survive? like people affirming to him that he's not a monster, even if it's hard for him to believe? thank you v v much!!
💖 the absence of hunger by parsnipit (M, 27k, wangxian, angst w/ happy ending, eating disorder, PTSD, food as a metaphor for love) absolutely does not pull any punches about the hardest times of wwx's life, and the second chapter has the kind of dealing with/catharsis/support from loved ones that I think the asker is looking for!
they who refuse to be blessed by sysrae (E, 7k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Whump, Golden Core Reveal, Developing Relationship, Bathing/Washing, Confessions, Sharing a Bed)
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11. Hi, I wanted to know if there is any fic which has the untamed or mdzs story told from LA wangji s pov. Does not have to be all the chapter just certain key wang xian moments and maybe what LWJ was feeling then. Thanks in advance!!!
The Price of Old Wishes by SoManyJacks (E, 67k, WangXian, Minor canon divergence, Angst, POV LWJ, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, semi-verbal!LWJ, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Mojo’s Post )
Song of Clarity by vicchan (T, 59k, wangxian, LWJ pov, major character death, slow burn, canon retelling, missing scenes, pining, WIP, maybe abandoned?)
The Lone Jade of Gusu Lan by NoThanksSuddenDeathItIs (M, 24k, wangxian/OMC, major character death, LWJ pov, fluff & angst, hurt/comfort, humor, missing scenes, WIP, maybe abandoned?)
And He Knew Those Silver Eyes Were Trouble by PieceofLove (M, 311k, WangXian, Action/Adventure, Pining, Canon Compliant, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Love at First Sight, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Introspection, CQL-Verse, Reincarnation, Chronic pain, Slow Burn, Humor, PTSD, Heavy Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions)
well-met by warlight by wukuiyuxin (Not rated, 2k, wangxian, WIP, Old English Style Poetry, Epic Poetry, podfic available) Lan Wangji’s account of meeting, loving, losing, and mourning Wei Ying and raising A-Yuan—in mock-Norse epic verse.
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12. Do you know any good fics where WWX finds out the real truth behind JC losing his core? @youkaimeimi
Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, ChengQing, Time Travel, Fix-It, jc fixes everything through the power of brotherly love, knowing everyone's secrets helps too)
Take Care by Cerusee (G, 4k, JC & JL & WWX, uncle-son bonding time)
the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break by RoseThorne (E, 77k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Soulmates, Self-Esteem Issues, Fix-It, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Love Confessions, Getting Together, Family, Bathing/Washing, Hair Braiding, Sex Education, Aftercare, Morning After, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Torture, Scars, Chronic Pain, Adoption, Golden Core Reveal, First Time, Blow Jobs, Multiple Orgasms, Switching, sex-related injury, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, LSZ is a Wèi, Good Sibling JC, Dissociation, Burial Mounds Settlement Day, Disability)
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13. im neutral about jiggy, but im curious about canon-divergence fics where wwx is the one to finish wrh, and so he's the undisputed war hero and people can't turn on him that easily. do you know fics like that? much thanks!
wwx time travels and accidentally creates a platonic harem Series by moeblobmegane (T, 223k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Conspiracy, Spies & Secret Agents, Team as Family, Found Family, Burial Mounds, Temporary Character Death, Pining, Morally Ambiguous Character, Rumors, Politics, Background XuanLi, Developing Friendships, Good Uncle LQR, Fluff, Angst, POV Outsider, POV Multiple)
Here With Me by iamwish (T, 42k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time travel Fix-It, No war AU, Not YZY Friendly, Somebody Lives/Not everyone dies, Established Relationship)
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14. hello!! for the next im in the mood for, do you know any commander wwx fics?? ive been thinking about a sunshot campaign were wwx was the commander of the war? thank you!
The River Runs Forever by Cerusee (T, 118k, wangxian, JYL & WWX & JC, NHS/JYL, WWX & NHS, character death, BAMF WWX, inventor WWX, sect leader WWX, WIP)
I Will Not Go Gentle into the Quiet Night by TriviasFolly (M, 89k, wangxian, rape/non-con, ABO, no cultivation au, alpha LWJ, omega WWX, royal au, slow burn, BAMF WWX, attempted rape, implied/referenced rape/non-con, murder)
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15. hi there! thank you for all of your hard work in running this blog 💕 for the next mood fic recs, do you have any recommendations for yu ziyuan (and ideally also jiang fengmian) bashing fics (or at least critical of them) that don't involve jiang cheng or jyl bashing? itll be great if they have yunmeng trio feels as well, but not necessary 🥰 thanks again! @bi-bi-bitteraf
🧡Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 394k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement)
🧡 Company by WithBroomBefore (T, 29k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Pre-Relationship, Getting Together, POV LWJ, Fix-It, Pre-Canon, at least to start, WWX goes to Cloud Recesses, But Not In The Usual Way, fear of character death, Everybody Lives Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Light Angst, good teacher LQR, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, brief discussion of past minor character suicide, Kitten)
Til Death Do Us Part by Thyone14 (Not Rated, 58k, WangXian, Time Travel, Fix-It of Sorts, Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Character Death, WWX Needs a Hug, Protective LWJ, Soft WangXian, POV LWJ, mostly, POV Alternating)
crying like a fire in the sun by cl410 (T, 10k, WangXian, SongXiao, BSSR/LY, Runaway WWX, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Die, srogue cultivator WWX, Angst, Post Cloud Recesses, Not YZY Friendly, Happy Ending, BSSR is WWX's grandmother instead of grandmaster)
🧡 rain falls and soaks into the earth series by RoseThorne (T, 40k, WangXian, WIP, Near Death Experience, Attempt Drowning, Madam Yu Bashing, Recovery, No war AU) (Link in #9 - Mod C)
I'd also recommend taking a look at moominmammashandbag's works - there are quite a few that are anti-YZY but not anti-JYL or JC!
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16. Hello mods!!! Do you have any recs for fics where wwx does not end up meeting lwj and jwy after his fall to the burial mounds and they think him dead???
my life’s journey is far from over by thelastdboy (E, 143k, wangxian, modern au, canon divergence, PTSD, post-sunshot, everyone lives au, depression, suicidal thoughts, unhealthy coping mechanisms, slow burn, case fic, recorvery, healing is a slow process, kink negotiation) in this one wwx disappears after his time in the burial mounds and is declared dead, but he didn't know lwj beforehand and they only met after that.
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Chapters: 6/6
Fandom: Lucifer (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Minor or Background Relationship(s), Chloe Decker/Lucifer Morningstar, Dan Espinoza/Original Charlotte Richards, Dan Espinoza & Mazikeen, Dan Espinoza & Lucifer Morningstar, Chloe Decker & Dan Espinoza, Dan Espinoza & Trixie Espinoza, Amenadiel & Dan Espinoza, Dan Espinoza & Ella Lopez
Characters: Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer TV), Mazikeen (Lucifer TV), Trixie Espinoza, Dan Espinoza, Amenadiel (Lucifer TV), Ella Lopez, Chloe Decker
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Spoilers for Season 5B, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Feels, Post Season 5, no beta we die like men, 5+1 Things, author needs to stop using the end notes as a poor substitute for therapy, obligatory Spanish dialogue because this is a Dan-centric fic
Summary:
Instead of going to Heaven after opening his door in Hell, Dan ends up somewhere he could have never imagined. Or: 5 times Dan tries to appear as a ghost to his friends and family and one time he manages to do a little more. (A 5+1 fic)
COMPLETE EDITION: 8.8K
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Captain Swan Season 5 Finale/Post Season 5 Fanfic Recs
Twice Blessed By: Kate Alexandra - After their journey to the Underworld and defeat of Hades, Zeus brings Killian back to life giving Killian and Emma a second chance at their happy ending. In the weeks that follow, they contemplate what their future together really means. Never forgetting that they have been twice blessed, they decide not to take a second of their time together for granted any longer. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11993193/1/Twice-Blessed
home (is where the clothes come off) By: KillianJones - Emma finally gets her well–deserved sleep. (Set directly after the season five finale.) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12095611/1/home-is-where-the-clothes-come-off
Best Friends and Boyfriends By: Dani-Ellie03 - *So* much had happened since they'd last seen each other. Darkness, death, True Love ... Maybe it was time for Emma to try Magic Skype with her buddies in Arendelle again. Since, y'know, her pirate had abandoned her to make her food (and was hopefully not burning the kitchen down in the process). (or, another delayed first for Emma and Elsa) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12072290/1/Best-Friends-and-Boyfriends
(Can't help) falling in love By notdonewithyou - The citizens of Storybrooke have defeated the darkness and rescued Killian from the Underworld. So, of course, a party at Granny's is in order. Captain Swan. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11618647/1/can-t-help-falling-in-love
Where We Belong By: sandra70 - Canon divergence set between 5x21 and 5x22. After spending their first night together back in Storybrooke in their new house, Emma and Killian realize that they have to deal with the repercussions of what happened in the past few weeks. But they also realize that their future together is just beginning, and they damn well intend to have one. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11974625/1/Where-We-Belong
I Love You By: melroihag - Extended version of the 5x23 CaptainSwan lift kiss outside of Granny's diner. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11964271/1/I-Love-You
She Steals the Sun and Shuts Out the Light By: AcrobatElle - "Are people in your realm truly so little-educated in dancing?" He seems genuinely curious. "It seems everyone learned in the Enchanted Forest." Post-5B domestic fluff. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11964259/1/She-Steals-the-Sun-and-Shuts-Out-the-Light
World's Best Mom By: CaptainSwanLuver - After returning from the Underworld, Killian works with Henry to give Emma a very special Mother's Day. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11933617/1/World-s-Best-Mom
Happily Ever After By: melroihag - one shot speculation fic based off of the CaptainSwan BTS pics/videos from set whilst filming the finale. (5x23) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11869946/1/Happily-Ever-After
Every Little Thing She Does By: sandra70 - after coming back from the Underworld, Emma and Killian slowly settle back in and pick up a normal life - which includes finally taking their relationship to the next level. There's only one problem everyone else but them is aware of: every time they engage in those enjoable activities, the electric power in Storybrooke goes nuts. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11855090/1/Every-Little-Thing-She-Does
What Will Survive By: eirabach - Post-underworld AU fluff in which happy endings are not really endings at all. [Wedding Included] https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11786764/1/What-Will-Survive
Home By: colormyheartred - "She finds it as soon as she gets back to Storybrooke. It's much bigger than she'd thought it would be, big enough for a family of three with room to multiply." Captain Swan. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11772275/1/Home
Just Say 'Aye'By: effulgentcolors Based on certain spoilers and the sneak peak to end all sneak peaks. And heavily on the fluffy side. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11600778/1/Just-Say-Aye
#captain swan#captain swan fic rec#captain cobra swan#emma swan#emma jones#killian jones#season 5#happy ever after
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