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swallowtailed · 3 years

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the unsleeping museum: part A

written for the Dimension 20 Alphabet @dimension20alphabet event! prompt: audience. it’s a night at the museum au!!

The saber-toothed tiger skeleton bounds across the atrium, leaps over a plinth, and lands in front of them with a crash. Pete and Sofia slam to a halt. Maybe they could run back into the museum, but—Pete glances back and spots a flash of a monkey’s tail in the shadowed hallway—he’s gonna take his chances closer to the front door. If a tiger skeleton doesn’t eat him first.

The skeleton prowls closer to them, nails clicking on the floor. It comes up to Pete’s shoulder, easy, and its fangs are a foot long each. Sofia raises her fists. Pete holds his flashlight like a baseball bat and thinks about microdosing, just so he doesn’t die sober. The skeleton’s jaw swings open with the sepulchral creak of bone on bone.

And then a booming voice bursts out of its hollow jaws, and it says, “You must be the new night guards! Hello! My name is Orlando, and this—” the other skeleton trots over—“is my boyfriend, Rovias.” They nuzzle their heads together, fangs clacking.

“Uh huh. Hi, nice to meet you,” Sofia says, with the tone of someone who figures this might as well just happen. “I’m Sofia L—uh, Bicicleta.”

“Pete the Plug,” Pete says. “Hey.”

“A pleasure!” Rovias says. “We are the guardians of the Unsleeping Museum, also known as the American Museum of Natural History, but really it is the Unsleeping Museum! Welcome! Has anyone shown you around?”

“Kingston just told us to wait in the rotunda until sunset,” Pete says.

“Well go on, explore!” Orlando says. “Have fun! You’ve got a lot of people to meet. Everything in this museum comes alive at sunset, you know.”

Pete looks over at Sofia, who looks back at him with an expression that says that she’s also thinking that Kingston could’ve, maybe, mentioned that. At literally any time.

“Oh!” Rovias says, and nudges Orlando, looking past Pete and Sofia. “Look! Another new person! We weren’t expecting anyone else, were we?”

Pete turns around. Behind them, a man who looks like he walked right out of a Hot Topic is standing in the hallway in a gift shop uniform shirt. “What... the fuck,” the man says. “Is this place fucking haunted? Is this a haunted museum?”

“That depends on your definition of haunted!” Orlando says.

“I am Rovias,” Rovias continues, “and this is my boyfriend, Orlando. What is your name?”

“Uh, Cody Walsh, but you can call me Night Angel. I work at the gift shop? I was just closing, and like, it took a while cause this is my first day? And then I got chased by a lion?”

“Weird name,” Rovias says. “But welcome to you, too!”

“Now go take a look around!” Orlando says. “We will guard the atrium. Go on!”

“Thanks?” Sofia says.

“Say nothing of it,” Rovias tells her cheerfully.

The three of them cluster together and slink deeper into the museum, because it doesn’t feel like there’s anything else they can do. It’s still sort of the opposite direction of the way Pete wants to go, but sue him, he’s kinda curious. He’s never actually been to the museum—he only moved to New York City last year, and his job doesn’t really take him to museums. So maybe it’ll be interesting. As long as they don’t run into that monkey again.

They speedwalk around some corners and down a flight of stairs. The rooms are half-lit with stage lights that stain their multiplied shadows blue and violet. Most of the exhibits Pete glimpses are behind glass, but they’re all moving, and things keep twitching in the shadows. Cody is muttering something about swords. Sofia still has her hands in fists, like she’s going to punch a skeleton. Pete doesn’t know what would happen if someone punched a skeleton. Would it just kind of fall apart? Or would it stick together because it’s only bones?

They come to a stop in a darker corner and huddle together to talk. “So this is cool as fuck, right?” Cody says. “Everything comes alive at night? That’s super fucking cool, man. Like, not what I expected for my first closing shift at the gift shop, but it’s still cool.”

The wall next to them clicks a little. Pete looks up and sees—okay, that’s way too many legs—a glass case full of crabs all skittering against the pane. Above their heads, a jellyfish as long as a bus waves its tendrils lazily. There’s a deep, undulating hum in the air.

“We’re supposed to be night guards,” Sofia says. “For the exhibits, I think? Kingston said not to...”

“Not let anything in or out,” Pete agrees. “Yeah, in hindsight that was kinda weird.” Also, he’s still about twenty percent sure that someone is going to ask him to sell any minute now, so this can go back to being a basically normal night. Based on the want ad, he thought he was going to a weird rave.

“How are they doing this?” Sofia wonders. The exhibits rustle quietly around them. Footsteps pad across the stone floor several rooms away. “Is it robots or something? AI?”

“No, dude, it’s magic,” Cody says. “The museum’s fucking cursed, I bet. Unquiet spirits and shit.”

The footsteps continue, under that odd hum. They’re a little louder, actually, and a little bit faster. “Uh, do you guys hear that?” Pete asks. “The footsteps?”

Sofia and Cody stop and listen. “What is that?” Cody wonders.

Okay, the footsteps are definitely getting closer. “C’mon, let’s go,” Pete says, and runs for the nearest doorway in the other direction.

He emerges into a vast space bathed in blue light. There’s a walkway around the edge, but the room plunges down to another floor below. Glass-paned dioramas of flowing resin water line the walls, full of darting fish and birds, dolphins splashing in pods, and, in one darkened corner, a thrash of massive tentacles. And in the middle of it all, suspended from the ceiling as though swimming in midair, is a gigantic whale, singing a rolling, sea-deep song.

“Whoa,” Sofia whispers.

The song cuts off, and the whale’s truck-sized head swings around to face them, throwing its massive shadow across the walls and floor. “Holy shit!” it says, in a voice that reverberates through the room. “Look at that! You’re a long way from home, huh?”

“Uh,” Cody says.

“Wow,” Pete says.

“There you are!” a voice calls, and, realizing they have an audience, they all scramble to turn around. Kingston is standing in the hallway behind them, holding a thermos in one hand and a stack of brochures in the other. “I hear you met Orlando and Rovias, so I won’t be the first to say it, but...” He gestures expansively, grinning. “Welcome to the Unsleeping Museum!”

(this has been part A! find the rest of the ficlets in this au here!)

#my fic #hello world #web: d20 #the unsleeping city #the unsleeping museum au #d20alphabet21 #featuring my FAVORITE exhibit at amnh. the hall of ocean life is so cool

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k-writer1998 · 3 years

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Who Said Love Was Easy? (8/12)

There are many different kinds of people who come and go from your life. Some will stay constant and sturdy like a river, growing alongside you, others will come like a whirlwind who wreaks havoc and leaves just as quickly, then there is everything in between. In this twisted maze of connections, that is where our story begins. A steadfast boy, a girl with a past, a little bit of alcohol, mistakes, and some love. Where can you go wrong with that?

angsty fluff

w.c: 1.3k

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Taking a curious peek between the railing proved my suspicions to be right. Although he looked defeated, I couldn’t help but be happy to see Jeongin after going so long without. Moving from my little hiding spot I spoke up to draw his attention from burying his face in his hands.

“Told you I’ll be seeing you around, stranger.”

He jumps slightly at the sudden sound but relaxes a bit when he notices it’s me. When he made no other movement I sat down next to his figure which had crouched down on one of the bottom steps. Aside from the guilty look on his face, fatigue was written all over his features.

“I thought you were supposed to be better off after going to a big company but you seem worse than when I last saw you.”

“Do I make it that obvious?”

“I mean… not that obvious, but I pay attention to these things.”

“You really know how to make a guy feel special,” he responded dryly.

“I only ever tell you the truth. If that’s all it takes to ruffle your feathers you won’t be surviving in this corporate world but judging from the face you’re making at me, you already know.”

“I’ve practically heard all that can be said in regards to me using nepotism so yeah, I know,” he states as he rubs his face with a groan.

“Okay but moving on from boring company things, what did you do?”

“You heard?”

“That and you practically look like a puppy who accidentally bit their owner.”

“I messed up. We were playing a drinking game and I kept asking Jaehyung loaded questions which may… have… pointed at… Gahyeon’s crush…,” he trailed off.

Knowing where it was going, I took a moment before speaking. There were thousands of things I could say, but only one which felt the most appropriate. I was never one to beat around the bush.

“I see you went to the get together… You noticed didn’t you? That there’s been a change between them?”

“How’d you know?”

“I’m still a regular you know and I told you, I’m more attuned to these kinds of things. You’re scared of losing your chance aren’t you? Especially after everything…”

“Of course I am but that's no right to be a dick. I don’t know what came over me…”

“You had alcohol. You felt the disparity of your chances stronger than normal because of it and you hated feeling helpless so you lashed out,” I stated nonchalantly.

“How did you know? I mean it’s not a hundred percent but that was better than anything I could come up with to explain myself. ”

And there was the proof of the alcohol. That first night we met proved that Jeongin was an honest drunk and it’s showing with how open he is right now.

“That’s what I felt when Gahyeon was talking with those girls. It’s like rubbing salt into a wound, of course the normal response is to bite back.”

“That’s why I told you to not like me…” he mumbled.

“That’s not the point of what I said,” I rolled my eyes as I poke his forehead irritatedly. “And I told you feelings don’t work that way… You know what? Stay here and don’t move.”

I got up and made my way back into the café. Screw this project, I’ve put in more than enough work for the time being so now I'm taking a break. I made some half-assed excuse as I grabbed my stuff, ignoring any protests. They don’t get to have a say when they barely put in the work. After slinging on my backpack I made my way back to Jeongin who was waiting obediently where I left him. Grabbing his hand I pulled him up and started walking off.

“C’mon, no more moping. I’m taking you somewhere.”

“Huh? Wait but-”

“Just trust me. If you keep stewing in the past, time won’t let you go back and fix it, so let it go and be in the present.”

He stopped fighting me and followed willingly. We made a quick stop at the convenience store before making it to our destination, the park. I sat him down on the slide before handing him a water bottle and a snack. He looked up at me quizzically but I just leaned against the slide next to him, taking out my own snack and taking a bite before answering his unspoken question.

“I want you to be sober enough to remember this time so drink up. ”

“Remember what? I’m not that drunk…”

“Remember us, this moment, hanging out together, I don’t know everything? Maybe because it’s been a bit since I last saw you and I’m kinda feeling sentimental… so just humor me will you?”

“It’s only been a couple of weeks, not a couple years,” he responded flatly.

“Hey I’m a creature of habit and patterns. My system doesn’t take to change well, sir.”

“How have you been though? Your family hasn’t bothered you anymore have they?”

“Nope everything’s been handled. You don’t need to worry about them, I always have things under control with those people.”

“Yeah cause that dinner looked completely handled,” he rolled his eyes.

“Okay not one of my finest moments I admit but you’ll just have to take my word for it. I have dealt with this for almost four years and lived with them for longer. I know how they work, plus my grandma is helping me so they won’t be coming around for a while.”

“They were throwing out some pretty ominous threats so that’s good to hear. Especially when you say they could get worse than that.”

“Yeah…”

Thankfully he didn’t ask for more details and we fell into silence, basking in the white noise of the night: the squeaking of the swing, the occasional sound of a car driving by, the gentle buzz of nature. Looking over at Jeongin I could tell that he was getting lost in that head of his, probably still beating himself up for what happened earlier. He calls his actions childish but it's just something love makes you do sometimes. I’ve done plenty of embarrassing and childish things to Jeongin just to get him to properly look at me. Even now I want to act up because in this perfect atmosphere with just us two in the night ambiance, he’s still thinking of her. So that may or may not be what I did… I mean it’s two birds with one stone, and even I can’t be selfless all the time. I’m human after all.

“You know… you were like this that night too.”

“That night? You mean when we first met?”

“The one and only,” I chuckle lightly.

“What? You're gonna say that if I remembered I would remember some words of wisdom you left me that time too?”

“Can you not ruin the moment with your mockery? I actually wanted to talk about it, thank you.”

"What made you change your mind? You've been milking it for months," he questioned skeptically.

"I told you when the ambiance was right I would tell you,” I teased. He gave me a flat look so after taking a swig of my drink I added, “Eh, it's boring now and I'm tired of dancing around it."

I shrugged, not looking at him. It's the truth… minus a few details. It is getting boring using it to make him think of me cause obviously it isn't working plus, it’s not fun talking about something only you know about. I could feel he wasn't completely buying it but his curiosity got the better of him.

"Okay so when did it happen?"

"Hmmm, give or take a year and a half now? I forgot the occasion but it was busy that night and it was a pretty decent bar."

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids au #skz #skz imagines #skz au #yang jeongin #jeongin imagines #jeongin au #server! jeongin x regular! y/n #my writing #wslwe?

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theravenclawrevolutionary · 4 years

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A Good Omens Fanfic I thought of While Serving Mass because I'm ever so holy.

Sorry that the boys are kinda out of character. I had writer's block while writing but oh well. We don't wait for inspiration we fall like Crowley. Original Bible story linked below. Because as the totally good model Catholic child I am I now think of GO every time I go to mass now.

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There were many things that Crowley enjoyed doing with his infinite amount of free time. There were also many things Aziraphale enjoyed doing with his equally infinite amount of free time. At this particular time, neither thing happened to be each other. Instead, it was alcohol. Drinking extraordinary amounts of it.

“Do… Do ya… Ngk. D’you think that you... you’d wanna do this again later this week Angel?” Crowley slurred, smiling messily over his new sunglasses at his drinking partner who had just taken another sip. “Like… like… erm... Friday or somethin’?” Aziraphale set down his glass and pondered the question for a moment before shaking his head furiously.

“No... no I mustn't,” he said nervously. His fingers, Crowley noticed, we’re tracing anxious patterns onto the table. “We… we... really… No. We ought not to. I mean we really shouldn’ even be here now. After all, if my superiors found out we’d met…And I… I got somethin’ important to do any day now. That young man the Almighty sent for the humans, Jesus, I think his name is?” Crowley nodded shortly, took another swig, and motioned for him to continue, wondering what that had to do with anything. “They haven't told me what yet, but I have to do something."

"F*ck," Crowley yelled, slamming his cup down onto the table so hard it spilled. "F*ck, f*ck, sh*t, f*ck, F*CK! I completely forgot… I gotta go. See ya 'round Angel." And with a slam of the door he left the pub.

“Right. Yes. Erm… see you around I guess," Aziraphale said

With a quick miracle Crowley sobered himself up, straightened his glasses, and stormed off. This Jesus bloke was really messing with plans. Why couldn’t they get Beelzebub or some demon that actually cared to tempt him. But no! As the only bloody demon on Earth it had to be him.

“Ello,” Crowley said from where he appeared, mericaling himself already leaning casually against a nearby rock. “It’s been what, forty days? Yeah. Somethin’ like that. You’re that Jesus kid ‘m guessing?” The young man in front of him nodded slowly, and absentmindedly ran his fingers through his long dark hair as if not quite sure how to respond. Crowley took it as an invitation to keep talking. “ “Oh come on! You’re not so holier-than-thou that you’re not going to talk to me are you? I’ve got places to go, demon things to do!” Still Jesus said nothing. “So. You humans have to eat and you’ve been here for... however long I forgot about you. I can turn those rocks into bread for you.”

He snapped his fingers, momentarily transforming the rocks into freshly baked loaves of bread. With a grin he snapped again, changing them back to the rocks they'd been before. With that he paused and looked at the young man across from him. "Well I suppose you COULD do that yourself, couldn't you. Being the son of the Almighty and all that. That IS something you can do right? Make these stones bread, or whatever it is humans eat these days. Personally, I don't eat. Don't really see the appeal. But Azira- er... my ah... friend does." For the first time since Crowley had arrived, his companion spoke.

"'It is written that one does not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.' I will not eat your devil food, foul creature." Crowley glared at the young man. He was used to being called many things like The Serpent of Eden which he took as a complement, even if it was only the truth. However, foul creature seemed a bit much, not that it wasn't true either. At least by Jesus' standards.

"What the f*ck was that for? Name calling isn't all that holy of you. And I haven't even started... oh. You thought that was me trying to tempt you? Please. I have much f*ckin' higher standards than that. Just you wait." Jesus looked at him passively. There was almost no emotion on his face. This offended Crowley, who had wanted to be at least a little impressive. Not, he told himself, that it really mattered. "Anyway," he said, trying to keep his tone light and conversational. "How 'bout a little change of scenery?" With another unnecessary snap of his fingers he brought them to the top of Jerusalem's temple.

"What are you doing now," Jesus asked, curious against his better judgement.

"Changing the scenery," Crowley responded dryly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "What did I just say? And don't worry. No one can see us. At least not really. Consider that a little demonic blessing if you will."

"I don't want it," Jesus said. "I appreciate your concern, but take it off please." Crowley ignored him.

"On a completely unrelated note I think you should jump. Not that I really want you to die or anything. But it would really help me make sure I've got the right 'Son of God' or whatever. I know it says somewhere in that bible Azir- er my friend from before reads, that if you do that then angels are going to catch you or something. Something about not letting your foot dash against a rock or something."

“Again it is written, 'You shall not put the Lord, your God, to the test'. You will never win Raphael Once Angel of the Lord.”

"Huh," Crowley said, grimacing for a millisecond before covering it with a half smirk. "That... that's a name I haven't heard in millennia. But the thing is I can't very well put the 'Lord my God' to the test if I'm fallen. I don't really have much of a god anymore." Jesus pursed his lips and crossed his arms but said nothing. Clearly Crowley had a point, even if he didn't want to admit it.For the third and final time that day Crowley snapped his fingers and brought the two of them back to the desert they originally started in. "Right. Well this is the tempting bit I'm supposed to do. Legally required and all that sh*t."

"Must you use such crude language demon?"

"Yes. Sh*t, F*ck, d*mn, and all that. Plus I have a name. Not one that I'm telling you, but I have one. Now shut up and let me do my thing." Jesus sighed but let him continue. "So if you'd look over there you'll see all the kingdoms in the whole bloody world. I'm supposed to tell you that we'll give you all of them, if you just worship Satan. That's all there is to it. And it's really not so bad. Not IF you get used to it." It was a desperate but required attempt. Crowley didn't really care whether Jesus said yes or no. If he said yes, he'd get a huge commendation. If he said no they'd blame it on the fact that he was the son of the Almighty.

“Get away, demon! It is written: The Lord, your God, shall you worship and him alone shall you serve.”

"Yeah. Thought that was gonna happen. Coulda gone worse. See ya 'round kid. And just a warning. Things are gonna get a LOT worse after this. Just don't blame me for it. Pretty sure an angel's supposed to show up around here some time in the near future." With a final grin flashed in Jesus' direction and a wave of his hand for dramatic effect Crowley turned into his snake form and slithered away. One hour and several minutes later a slightly flustered angel who had been on earth for quite some time arrived.

"Oh dear... I'm ever so sorry. I... I had something I had to finish doing. Did I... did I keep you waiting long Lord?" Jesus smiled kindly down at Aziraphale.

"No Principality Aziraphale. Not long. Come, sit. Let us eat." Beaming, Aziraphale sat beside the savior of the world, who made a mental note about that 'something' the angel had mentioned. Jesus, son of the Almighty and savior of the Earth, would have bet everything then and there that Aziraphale's 'something' he'd been doing was the demon that had left.

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#good omens #fanfic #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #kinda ooc #maybe ooc #idk what this is #trash fic

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callunavulgari · 5 years

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Scrapbook 2019 | Pt. I

Goals are: read one hundred books this year, finish five video games, write something novel-length and write something original. These last two goals CAN be combined.

MOVIES

January

(Kingsman: The Golden Circle)

Pitch Perfect 3

February

(Big Hero 6)

March

Geostorm

Captain Marvel

(Thor Ragnarok)

(Avengers: Infinity War)

(Pocahontas)

Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom

Venom

April

(Brave)

(Flipper)

(Spirited Away)

(Breakfast at Tiffany’s)

How To Train Your Dragon 3

Crazy Rich Asians

Matilda

The Death Cure

The Mummy (2017)

(Monster’s University)

Avengers: Endgame

May

Detective Pikachu

Bohemian Rhapsody

The Rim of the World

June

(Zombieland)

Rocketman

The Secret Life of Pets 2

Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse

July

Spiderman: Far From Home

Truth or Dare

(Coraline)

BOOKS

January

Ender’s Game | Orson Scott Card [Fin]

The Poppy War | R.F. Kuang [Fin]

Turtles All The Way Down | John Green [Fin]

Challenger Deep | Neal Shusterman [Fin]

The Bear and the Nightingale | Katherine Arden [Fin]

Shards of Honor | Lois Mcmaster Bujold [Fin]

(Throne of Jade | Naomi Novak) [Fin]

The Wicked King | Holly Black [Fin]

Vengeful | V.E. Schwab

Elantris | Brandon Sanderson

February

Vengeful | V.E. Schwab [Fin]

Elantris | Brandon Sanderson [Fin]

(Black Powder War | Naomi Novak) [Fin]

(The Amulet of Samarkand | Jonathon Stroud) [Fin]

Once Upon a River | Diane Setterfield

(The Golem’s Eye | Jonathon Stroud) [Fin]

(Ptolemy’s Gate | Jonathon Stroud) [Fin]

The Screaming Staircase | Jonathon Stroud

March

Once Upon a River | Diane Setterfield [Fin]

The Screaming Staircase | Jonathon Stroud [Fin]

The Girl In the Tower | Katherine Arden [Fin]

The Whispering Skull | Jonathon Stroud

(Empire of Ivory | Naomi Novak) [Fin]

The Two Towers | J.R.R Tolkien

Winter of the Witch | Katherine Arden

Saga, Vol 1 | Brian Vaughn

Saga, Vol 2 | Brian Vaughn

Saga, Vol 3 | Brian Vaughn

Saga, Vol 4 | Brian Vaughn

Saga, Vol 5 | Brian Vaughn

Saga, Vol 6 | Brian Vaughn

April

The Whispering Skull | Jonathon Stroud [Fin]

The Slow Regard of Silent Things | Patrick Rothfuss [Fin]

The Two Towers | J.R.R Tolkien [Fin]

Winter of the Witch | Katherine Arden [Fin]

Forest of a Thousand Lanterns | Julie Dao [Fin]

King of Scars | Leigh Bardugo [Fin]

The Hollow Boy | Jonathon Stroud [Fin]

Mistborn | Brandon Sanderson [Fin]

The Well of Ascension | Brandon Sanderson [Fin]

The Creeping Shadow | Jonathon Stroud [Fin]

The Empty Grave | Jonathon Stroud [Fin]

May

Hero of Ages | Brandon Sanderson [Fin]

Everything I Never Told You | Celeste Ng [Fin]

The Kiss Quotient | Helen Hoang [Fin]

The Two Towers | J.R.R. Tolkien [Fin]

The Near Witch | Victoria Schwab [Fin]

The Trials of Apollo | Rick Riordan [Fin]

Alloy of Law | Brandon Sanderson [Fin]

The Gentlemen’s Guide to Vice and Virtue | Mackenzi Lee [Fin]

Shadows of Self | Brandon Sanderson

The Dark Prophecy | Rick Riordan

Sabriel | Garth Nix [Fin]

June

Shadows of Self | Brandon Sanderson [Fin]

The Dark Prophecy | Rick Riordan [Fin]

(Victory of Eagles | Naomi Novak) [Fin]

Warbreaker | Brandon Sanderson [Fin]

(Tongues of Serpents | Naomi Novak) [Fin]

The Bands of Mourning | Brandon Sanderson [Fin]

What If It’s Us | Becky Albertalli & Adam Silvera [Fin]

A Court of Thorns and Roses | Sarah J. Maas [Fin]

Carmilla | Kim Turrisi [Fin]

The Alchemist | Paulo Coelho

The Eye of the World | Robert Jordan

The Hundred-Foot Journey | Richard C. Morais

Three Dark Crowns | Kendare Blake

Mistborn: The Secret History | Brandon Sanderson [Fin]

The Eleventh Metal | Brandon Sanderson [Fin]

July

The Alchemist | Paulo Coelho [Fin]

The Eye of the World | Robert Jordan

The Hundred-Foot Journey | Richard C. Morais [Fin]

Three Dark Crowns | Kendare Blake [Fin]

Saga Vol. 8 | Brian Vaughn [Fin]

Saga Vol. 9 | Brian Vaughn [Fin]

Codename Villanelle | Luke Jennings [Fin]

Borne | Jeff Vandermeer [Fin]

Crucible of Gold | Naomi Novak [Fin]

The Time Traveler’s Wife | Audrey Niffenegger [Fin]

The Lady’s Guide to Petticoats and Piracy | Mackenzi Lee [Fin]

The Wise and the Wicked | Rebecca Podos [Fins]

Sweetbitter | Stephanie Danler [Fin]

Blood of Tyrants | Naomi Novak [Fin]

PODCASTS

January

Adventure Zone Ep 1

EOS 10 s4 1-4

February

EOS 10 s4 4-7

March

The Penumbra Podcast

April

Adventure Zone Ep 2

May

Welcome to Night Vale Eps 30-54

The Bright Sessions -Bonus Eps-

June

Welcome to Night Vale Eps 54-59

The Penumbra Podcast (Second Citadel eps + last two Juno)

July

Welcome to Night Vale Eps 60-

The Magnus Archive Eps 1-11

TV SHOWS BY SEASON

January

Voltron s8

The Flash

Black Mirror: Bandersnatch

February

Happy

The Umbrella Academy

The Flash

Black Mirror

Russian Doll

March

The 90s

The 2000s

(Sailor Moon)

Maniac

The Dragon Prince

(Inuyasha)

American Gods

April

American Gods s2

Voltron s8

World’s Weirdest Homes

Game of Thrones s8

Brooklyn 99

The Bold Type

Cupcake Wars

May

Schitt’s Creek s1-3

Game of Thrones s8

June

Schitt’s Creek s4

Good Omens

The Terror

Chernobyl

Black Mirror s4

July

Rick & Morty s3

Stranger Things s3

Schitt’s Creek s4

VIDEO GAMES

January

Pokemon Go?

(Kingdom Hearts: DDD, 54 hrs) [Fin]

Pokemon Let’s Go Eevee

Detroit: Become Human [Fin]

Kingdom Hearts 3 - Monstropolis, 20 hrs

Life is Strange, Episode 2, 4 hrs

February

Kingdom Hearts 3, 56 hrs [Fin]

Pokemon Go

Life is Strange, Episode 5, 20 hrs [Fin]

Life is Strange -Before the Storm- Episode 1 complete, 5 hrs

God of War (3 hrs)

March

God of War (35 hrs) [Fin]

Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey (40 hrs)

April

Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey (43 hrs)

(Final Fantasy XIII)

Portal 2 [Fin]

Final Fantasy 15 - Episodes Prompto, Ignis, Gladio, and Ardyn [Fin]

May

Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey (70 hrs)

Life Is Strange -Before the Storm- Episode 2 complete, 15 hours

June

Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey (120 hrs) [Fin]

Rime (1 hr)

Final Fantasy XII: Zodiac Age (1 hr)

Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess HD (2 hrs)

July

Rime (25 hrs) [Fin]

Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess HD (35 hrs)

Witcher 3 DLC: Hearts of Stone [Fin]

Witcher 3 DLC: Blood and Wine (10 hrs)

DELIGHTFUL FIC

January

What Dreams May Come by Lenore | Crimson Peake | Edith/Thomas | 5k | Ghosts are real, and there are things that tie them to this world. Sometimes it's because they want to linger, and sometimes it's because they are trapped. Sometimes ghosts need the help of the living before they can be truly free.

and prove your body wrong by paperclipbitch | The Defenders | Matt Murdock/Jessica Jones | 1k | Neither of them can read minds, but they both fake it for their day jobs.

these roads will take you into your own country by notbecauseofvictories | American Gods | Shadow/Laura, Gen | 5k | Here’s a joke for you: a Muslim, a zombie, and a leprechaun walk into a bar in Misery, Indiana. No one stares, because no one in the puckered, shitty asshole of Misery, Indiana gives a fuck. The Colts are playing.“Fucking new gods,” the leprechaun mutters, hunching his shoulders almost up to his ears. “Gridiron and Pepsi commercials.”

Small Step For Man by Toft [archived by yuletide_archivist] | Greek Myth | Artemis/Apollo | 4k | "It's all right, sister," Apollo whispers, and his arm is warm around her shoulder. She forgets, he is her twin, he is her other half; he knows her almost as well as she knows herself. "We're still the same."

learning curve by Yuu_chi | Detroit | Hank/Connor | 15k | “While sexual activity is not my default purpose, I do possess the capability,” Connor says without so much as batting an eye, unaware that he’s completely shattered Hank’s world view in one single sentence.

machine learning by kriegersan | Detroit | Hank/Connor | 31k | “This kinda shit doesn’t go away overnight. It’s only been a few months, Connor. We’re only just starting to know what this is gonna look like.” Lt. Anderson throws back his beer.“You think I don’t know that?” He sounds defensive. He tempers his voice. “I’m simply processing.”

eighteen wheels on an uphill climb by blackeyedblonde | Detroit | Hank/Connor | 73k | Hank is going to die. He’s going to die right here in Kentucky, 53 years old, halfway to broke, and tragically sober. Survived only by a nine-year-old St. Bernard and the 31-year-old twink who delivered the fatal blow.

Fuck pride (pride only hurts, it never helps) by ImogenGotDrunk | Detroit | Nines/Gavin | 40k | What Gavin cannot deal with is Connor’s replica; two inches taller, blue-eyed, and with a mouth that Gavin doesn’t know whether to punch or take between his teeth. The RK900 model has been assigned as his partner for the foreseeable future.

linguistics, semantics by pseudoanalytics | DBH | Hankcon | 49k | "So, what? Cyberlife gave you a preference for ugly, old, washed-up bastards?" Connor intentionally allows himself to appear unamused. "Absolutely not." He waits for Hank to look at him again before delivering his punchline. "I believe I developed that for myself."

Skin Deep by bughnrahk | DBH | Hankcon | 50k | Hank is 53 years old. He's never had a soul mark, doesn't have a soul mate. And he's fine with that. He cheated the system once and it cost him everything he had. Never again.When August 2038 rolls around and the number '313 248 317 - 51' appears on his arm in perfect Cyberlife Sans font, exactly where a soul mark should be, Hank wants nothing to do with it.

Watch Me, Watch You by elefseus (oscillos) | DBH | Hank/Connor | 82k | WIP | "How do you go about living when everything you've ever known changes? Can you?"

the most formidable lies by fshep | DBH | Connor/Gavin | 15k | WIP | Gavin is given an ultimatum: agree to give his mother’s coworker’s son a chance, or introduce his family to his new boyfriend, Connor, who isn’t his boyfriend at all.

February

and we'll figure it out by consumptive_sphinx | Temeraire | Lawrence/Tharkay | 1.5k | Everyone is born with their soulmate's name written on their skin, somewhere. Laurence has two names. Neither of them are in a script he can read.

Propriety and Fate by esama | Temeraire | Lawrence/Tharkay | 3.5k | It isn't as if one can go and talk about such things

Watercast by Fishwrites | Voltron | Keith/Lance | 205k WIP, Chapter 15 | Shiro has been a Galra prisoner for over a year; with his flight feathers clipped and unable to fly. Desperate to escape, he jumps overboard while being transported to the capitol on a Galran ship. Lance is a merman who saves him from drowning. Keith thinks Shiro is about to become mermaid dinner. Hunk just wants Lance to stop going to the surface all the time, dammit!

Afterlife by jaegermighty | Haunting of Hill House | Gen, Luke-centric | 6k | Leigh and Steve name their daughter Eleanore, with an 'e' on the end which is more old-fashioned, they say. Eleanore Olivia Crain. Lots of dead people in that name; Luke's not a fan. Not that anyone asked his opinion.

in memoriam by oxymoronic | Bartimaeus | Gen | 1.5k | Kitty Jones has but a little strength left in her body, and she has decided on this lazy summer's night to spend it on the question which has plagued her for half a century.

March

Second Chances by rootbeer | Teen Wolf | Sterek | 2k | "A lot of times the ‘markings’ were common, simple things you said to strangers all the time. 'Excuse me'; 'thank you'; 'hello'. Some got extremely romantic things like 'it’s you isn’t it? I’ve been waiting for you' or 'Wow you’re really pretty'. And they were always the first words their soulmate would ever say to them.Of course, having 'You are the fucking worst kind of person in the world' tattooed down your side, didn’t bode well.

have your cake and eat it too by keskasi | Naruto | Naruto/Sasuke | 7k | “What’s it like to give a blowjob?” Naruto asks.

Timing it Right by DragonBandit | The Bright Sessions | Mark/Damien | 14k | Damien's gold rises at Whitney. Mark tries to make things right.

April

and maybe you'll find a way to keep me a floating when i can't by LazyBaker | Stranger Things | 3k | Billie’s tough. Nothing but sharp edges with sharper teeth. She’s all bark and all bite.

A thousand by Ever-so-reylo (Ever_So_Reylo) | Star Wars | Reylo | 3k | “I’m going to kill you, now.” The problem is—really, the crux of all of Rey’s problems at the moment—he actually thinks he means it.

He Who Is Made Of Iron by MayContainBlueberries | The Queen’s Thief | Gen, Costis centric | Tea reminds Costis of his childhood.

May

for my wild by vixleonard | GOT | Arya/Gendry | Set post 8x04, Arya tries to find out who Arya Stark is now.

Almost Cool by blacktofade | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Shane/Ryan | 30k | While filming the Yuma Territorial Prison episode, Shane gets bitten by what he thinks is a bat. Spoiler alert: it's not.

Two Worlds Collided by blacktofade | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Shane/Ryan | 10k | There's a new guy at work and Ryan belatedly realizes they've actually already met once before.

Keeping Out the Cold by blacktofade | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | After a strange ghostly encounter, Ryan and Shane begin sharing visions via a telepathic bond. AKA: the In Your Eyes AU that no one asked for.

Bringing Things Together by blacktofade | Buzzfeed Unsolved | 7k | “Look,” Shane says over the phone. “Mistakes were made.”

Pride by astolat | Game of Thrones | Jaime/Cersei/Brienne | 22k Jaime didn’t understand why Cersei suddenly insisted on trimming his hair and shaving his beard, but he also didn’t care to fight her on it, even though he’d just as soon have kept the beard: it was bitterly cold in the small tower room with its arrow-slits. At night, even curled together under the two blankets they’d been allotted, it took the better part of an hour before their bodies could warm the bed enough to sleep.

L'aura è tua messaggera by Rosyredlipstick | PJO | Nico/Will | 9k | Or, how the Stoll Brothers accidentally got Nico di Angelo and Will Solace together.

June

Competition by astolat | GoT | Jaime/Brienne | 11k | Almost the instant Brienne was out of earshot, Bronn turned to Podrick, jerked his head towards Jaime and asked, “Has he fucked her yet?”

Skin and Scales by Ernmark (M_Moonshade) | The Penumbra Podcast | Arum/Rilla/Damien | 17k | The man glares, and this time, Damien is certain it isn’t a trick of the light: those eyes are violet as amethyst. He wears disdain like a second skin–- or, perhaps, like the scales that he is missing.“Lord Arum?”

I will become yours and you will become mine by spiderwebsitar | DBH | Reed900 | 24k | After an argument with his new partner, Gavin Reed wakes up five years in the future married to an android who won’t stop making fucking waffles.

Numerology by Hth | Schitt’s Creek | Patrick/David, Sebastien/David | 20k | Still, it's true that Patrick can have his shy side. He likes to be a gentleman – Mr. Order Whatever You Want I'm Paying and Mr. Here Let Me Fix That For You and Mr. No David Not In the Backseat I Want It to Be Special – so David can't entirely rely on Patrick's willingness to charge forward for the greater good.

someone you like by caela | She-Ra | Adora/Catra | 5k | catwithabat u think ur so hipster but u just look like a lesbian 27m she_ra @catwithabat bc… i’m a lesbian. lmao 5m

Ugly Words and Pretty Things by Ias | The Terror | Crozier/Fitzjames | 4k | There are words for a man like that.

Sands of Time by tirsynni | LoZ | Link/Ganondorf | 97k | Link awakens in the desert with no idea how he got there, to encounter his worst enemy...except it was the King of the Gerudo, not the King of Evil, he faced.

death shall be no more by Ias | The Terror | Fitzjames/Crozier | 5k | "I'd rather we leave our tents behind and sleep two to a sack like the orphans we are, than to leave one man alone with last burdens."

and then redemption by spidermooned (softlyblue) | Marvel | Spiderman & Loki | 7k | "Kid," says Tony Stark wearily, "Please gimme a reason Loki's been spotted talking to Spiderman that isn't 'I wanted to be his friend'. Please. Tell me you can do that."

so many ways to talk about longing by lymricks | Stranger Things | Harringrove | 3.6k | Steve wakes up--in a pool lounger--to Billy Hargrove looming over him. Billy pushes his sunglasses down and Steve thinks sleepily that it must be so that Steve gets the full impact of Billy’s narrow-eyed glare. “Harrington,” Billy says. “We’re fucking closed.”

sun gutters by lymricks | Stranger Things | Harringrove | 5k | Steve can feel Billy’s eyes on him. “You should get here early,” Billy says, casually. “Tomorrow. At six.”

Finders Keepers by blacktofade | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 3k | Ryan wakes with a hangover and an empty bed, and only one of them he expects.

Back Room by forthegreatergood | Good Omens | Aziraphale/Crowley | 5.6k | Aziraphale actually does have quite an extensive collection of pornography in the bookshop. Like most of the questionable things in Aziraphale’s life, it’s Crowley’s fault.

killed with kindness by veterization | Persona 5 | Akechi/Akira | 52k | Goro can't quite figure out why so many people keep acting like they're his friend.

July

On mandated uniforms and workplace entertainment by Thei | Stranger Things | Harringrove | 2k | Robin loves this job. Besides an income, it also provides her with quality entertainment. Especially when she's working with Steve, and Billy Hargrove shows up.

paper thin by sarcasticfishes | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane/Sara | 9k | Shane’s new neighbors are a morning-sex kind of couple.

your love is three times better by sarcasticfishes | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane/Sara | 14k | Ryan grimaces as he types out the words, >It’s Valentine’s Day. Don’t you want to do romance stuff?

you, through half-shut eyes by brawlite | Stranger Things | Harringrove | 8k | Two parts sugary sweet summer vibes, one part snarky instagram stories, and three parts mutual pining.

damn.nation, now available on itunes by antistar_e (kaikamahine) | Good Omens | Crowley/Aziraphale | 11k | When lowly tempt-pusher Amphora (formerly of Stairwell 7B North, before she Fell,) gets the notice that end times are nigh, she gleefully quits her job and cancels her Netflix subscription and takes her place among the legions of hell.This, it turns out, was a bad plan.

The Dragon and Her Wolves by hapakitsune | Game of Thrones | Sansa/Dany/Jon | 60k | When the truth of Jon's birthright is revealed, control of the North and Daenerys's claim to the Iron Throne are both called into question. To preserve their tenuous alliance and secure her rule, Daenerys puts aside her personal feelings to arrange a marriage of political convenience between Jon and Sansa Stark.

Bonded by softestpunk | The Witcher | Emiel/Geralt | 13k | Regis is punished for Dettlaff's assumed death, Geralt comes to the rescue, and the two of them gain something neither of them would ever have dared hope for.

Something We Were Withholding Made Us Weak by triedunture | Good Omens | Aziraphale/Crowley | 17k | "Yes, exactly. Retire." Aziraphale reaches for the last remaining tartlet brimming with summer berries. "Somewhere along the south coast, perhaps."

something happens and i'm by brawlite | Stranger Things | Harringrove | 10k | Billy loves his job as at the Hawkins Community Pool. It's even better now that Steve Harrington's a lifeguard, too.

break up with your girlfriend ('cause i'm bored) by thecopperkid | Stranger Things | Harringrove | 15k | @umissedconnections: Bambi eyes. m4m. i was rippin cigs in the sae p-lot. u made urself puke 2 make room 4 more beer. incredible? ur my hero PLS say ur into guys

I’m Gonna Keep You in Love with Me (for a While) by beethechange | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 22k | “Okay,” Shane says finally. “Okay. Here’s what we’re going to do. We’re just going to—we’re going to be married. The only way out is through.”“Um,” Ryan says, because this plan strikes him as counterproductive to their shared goal of not being married.

YELLOW SQUARE by dejavu (suggcest) | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 16k | “Since being the scene of those two, grisly double homicides in the early 1950’s, the Bringle House Bed and Breakfast has sat empty, waiting for the next couple stupid enough to try to stay all four nights.”

darling it's a faded notion by varnes | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 28k | Ryan and Shane get cursed by a ghost, and now they can't be not-touching. It's ... not great.

Things That Go Bump in the Night (and 7 till 12 at weekends) by HoopyFrood | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 4k | Shane works at a Haunted House. Ryan is Ryan. Things go about as well as you'd imagine.

Everything's Weird and We're Always in Danger by beethechange | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 15k | “It won’t go away,” Ryan says miserably. “I’ve been like this since we got here, basically, and it won’t fucking—”

Muscles Better and Nerves More by beethechange | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Shane/Ryan | 26k | “I’m serious,” Ryan says. “Don’t go fucking up my body. I want that shit back in the same condition I left it.”

DELIGHTFUL FANVIDS

January

(Marvel) Avengers | True North

A Sad Man With A Box

►Dance to 2018

Collab Parts (2016-2018)

just a machine? [Detroit: Become Human] *HBD Pteryx*

【Detroit｜Become Human】Way Down We Go

She-Ra AMV | I'm Just Your Problem (Catradora)

multifandom || 2018 (the way I remember it)

Detroit: Become Human || Paralyzed

in the end | connor & hank | detroit: become human

BELIEVER - Connor ( Detroit:Become Human ) GMV

who are you? | Connor | Detroit: Become Human

Detroit Become Human - Connor ~ Blood in the Water

Connor - I'm So Sorry by Imagine Dragons [Detroit: Become Human] GMV

» whatever it takes (connor; detroit become human gmv)

Detroit: Become Human / Connor and Hank / Uptown Funk

Would You Kill?| Connor RK800 [Detroit: Become Human]

Rude Boy | Connor | Detroit: Become Human

hold on | connor & hank | detroit: become human

Interstellar | STAY

sabrina spellman *:･ﾟ✧ [look what u made me do]

Stranger Things || Blood in the Water

February

(GoT) Margaery Tyrell || The Queen

Kingdom Hearts 3 EPIC AMV/GMV - Part of the Journey is the End

My Hero Academia AMV - The Greatest Show

Endgame | The Man Who Killed The Avengers

MARVEL || Not Today

March

Marvel/DC || FRICTION

Luke & Nell || There's no without

MARVEL || Blood On ME

What is a STORY?

TUA | Swallow Us

(SW) Obi-Wan Kenobi | Whispers of the Past

Quentin & Eliot || Beautiful nothing

queliot; peaches + plums

Way Down We Go | Red Dead Redemption 2

Marvel || Together

steve x bucky || answer

part to act on [Harry Potter]

April

marvel || supercharged

(Marvel) Avengers || The Big Three -- Iron Man/Thor /Captain America

Guardians of the Galaxy

CAOS || Welcome To The Jungle

Marvel || Rise or Fall

Avengers | Sacrifice [4K]

(Marvel) Tony Stark | I love you 3000

May

(Marvel) Captain America || I Stand Alone

(GoT) Daenerys Targaryen | See What I've Become

Ser Jaime Lannister

Arya & Sandor // Thank You [+8x05]

Kingdom hearts 3 |Dearly Beloved| AMV |

June

(GoT) Cersei Lannister || The Queen Of The Seven Kingdoms

(GoT) The Dragons || They're My Children

(GoT) Melisandre || A Champion Of Light And Life

Bioshock & Infinite - Never The End (Epic and Beautiful Fanmade Video)

Bioshock Infinite : Constants and Variables : Music video/Tribute

Crowley & Aziraphale ][ Don’t Stop Me Now || Good Omens

Crowley ][ Rebel Just For Kicks || Good Omens

i'm the bad guy | villanelle.

mission accomplished • connor RK800

The Haunting of Hill House || Empty hands

Mad World ✘ The Umbrella Academy

July

(GoT) Daenerys Targaryen || The Last Dragon

Steve Harrington [Burn The House Down]

max&eleven | my blood.

Billy Hargrove [Bury a Friend]

Max Mayfield [Rebel Just For Kicks]

billy hargrove | gasoline.

Stranger Things | Heroes

✥ STEVE HARRINGTON ✧･ﾟ: * HANDCLAP {+S3}

billy hargrove | lovely.

stranger things 3 | blood in the water.

Steve Harrington; I Need A Hero

Kilgrave ][ Bad Guy

billy&steve [harringrove] || a little death (+s3)

Avengers | Sacrifice [4K]

Stranger Things || Shelter

Kilgrave ][ Rule The World || Jessica Jones

Ben & Rey | What do you see?

Billy Hargrove - RIP to my YOUTH

a thing about life.

(SW) Obi-Wan Kenobi | Whispers of the Past

The Avengers | Unreachable Star

Steve Harrington || Another One Bites the Dust

DELIGHTFUL MUSIC

January

Dark Night - Kara | Philip Sheppard

Carousel - Kara | Phillip Sheppard

They All Look the Same - Connor | Nima Fakhrara

Curse of the I-5 Corridor | Neko Case

Way Down We Go | Kaleo

Gasoline | Halsey

Sleep All Summer | Neko Case

Hold On, Hold On | Neko Case

Dreaming at Daybreak | Ann Licater

Can’t Leave | Whiskey Charmers

Voodoo Mon Amour | Diablo Swing Orchestra

Undo - Transviolet

Xuanzang - Gareth Coker

Almost - Hozier

Movement - Hozier

Dancing in a Room - EZI

Snow Dancer - Antti Martikainen

Burned Out - Dodie

Epic (pt 2) - Anais Mitchell

Mercury - Honey and the Sting

February

Spanish Sahara - Foals

Obstacles - Syd Matters

If You Still Believe - SIE Sound Team

The Expanse - Through Juniper Vale

The Woods - San Fermin

Sophie - The Altogether

Tom Thumb - Bitter Ruin

Wolves of the Revolution - The Arcadian Wild

Mitchell: Epic III - Cast of Hadestown

Hamilton soundtrack

The Spine - Transistor soundtrack

Don’t Think Twice - Utada Hikaru

Face My Fears - Utada Hikaru

Take On Me - Hidden Citizens

Moonlight Sonata - Hidden Citizens

Waves - chloe moriondo

Alligator Teeth - Mother Falcon

We All Become - Darren Korb

Ashes - Bear McCreary

Journey and Transistor soundtracks

March

The Sailor Song - Autoheart

It’s Quiet Uptown - Kelly Clarkson

Fernando - Cher

Dinner & Diatribes - Hozier

The Fly By Night - Taktsugu Muramatsu

Wake Up, Moving On - Kevin Penkin

April

Austin Wintory Radio

Resurrections - Lena Raine

Fight For You - Hidden Citizens

Mine - BazziIn the Flame - Darren Korb

Paper Boats - Darren Korb

May

Thedas Love Them - Trevor Morris

The Dawn Will Come - Trevor Morris

King - Blue October

Lemonworld - Ocean Alley

Still Feel - Half Alive

Carry On - Kygo

Longshot - Catfish and the Bottlemen

Call Off Your Ghost - Dessa

Sucker - Jonas Brother

Power Over Me - Dermot Kennedy

A Hole In the Earth - Daughter

Lunatic Fringe - red Rider

June

Ummah Oum - Kaya Project

The Fortress - Kaya Project

Good Omens Opening Title - David Arnold

A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square - Tori Amos

A Future for the Krogan - Christopher Lennertz

Ганджу - brain tumor

last piece | Lykke Li

Bite - Charlie Cunningham

Wait For Me - Hadestown

Nightmare - Halsey

Kaya Project albums!!!

Birds - Imagine Dragons

Crazy - Patsy Cline

Can’t Help Falling in Love - Elvis Presley

in waves playlist

July

in waves playlist

Rime soundtrack

2017 soundtrack

bury a friend - billie eilish

bored - billie eilish

the seed - aurora

how do you - elderbrook

quicksand - x ambassadors

what’s up danger - blackway

bad guy - billie eilish

sunflower - post malone

scared of the dark - lil wayne

elevate - dj khalil

be still, my tongue - snorri hallgrimsson

dark matter - les friction

must’ve been - chromeo

magnets - disclosure, lorde

secrets - the weeknd

feels like summer - childish gambino

the hunter’s mark - erutan

johanna in space - stephaen sondheim

POSTED FIC

January

N/A

February

children of dust and ash | Bartimaeus | Bartimaeus/Kitty(/Nathaniel) | 1,801 words | Kitty summons Bartimaeus on a chilly fall day in her thirty-eighth year.

March

sweet music playing in the dark | DBH | 1,102 words | “I noticed some time ago that you seem to have an appreciation for jazz.” Connor pauses, his fingers hesitating over an old Billie Holiday album. “I’d wondered if that meant you enjoyed dancing as well.”

April

N/A

May

Radio Ga Ga | Stranger Things | Harringrove | 1,143 words | There’s always another party in Hawkins, Indiana. It would be almost boring if it weren’t for Steve Harrington.

June

Sunlight | Marvel | Loki/Thor | 765 words | They aren’t quite out of the solar system when Loki appears at the arm of Thor’s chair, hair shorn short and a furious snarl on his face.

July

like the bough of a willow tree | Detroit Become Human | Hank/Connor | 1,214 words | There’s a human lost in his woods.

knocking on heaven's door | Stranger Things | Harringrove | 1,748 words | “Just, get in the fucking car. I’ll drive you home.” Billy looked at him, very seriously, and said, “What if I don’t want to go home?”

WIPS | UNPUBLISHED | ORIGINAL

January

like the bough of a willow tree | DBH | Hank/Connor | 1,286 words | There’s a human lost in his woods. Fae!Connor

hankcon valentine’s exchange fic | DBH | Hank/Connor | 985 words | slow dancing and kisses in the dark basically

February

N/A

March

N/A

April

Sunlight | Avengers | Loki/Thor | 746 words | They aren’t quite out of the solar system when Loki appears at the arm of Thor’s chair, hair shorn short and a furious snarl on his face.

May

N/A

June

Untitled Original | Ghost + rain | 817 words

July

Reverse BB | 5.6k

FANMIXES/GRAPHICS

January

N/A

February

N/A

March

June

in waves playlist

#heather says what #scrapbook

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Goblin Waltz no.2

Word Count: 5.8k

Rating: T

Summary: In which Jareth calls in the favour, and Sarah puts on her silver shoes to dance to his tune. Careful, this one is dripping with sap.

Notes: Apartment-verse fic. Directly follows Portions for Goblins. I’m also posting them over at Ao3 in order if you’d prefer to read that way.

“Well first of all, I don’t think this is going to work,” Sarah said, crossing her arms over her chest. She was wearing her old college hoodie and a pair of ripped jeans standing in, arguably, the fanciest room she’d ever been in. And she’d been to Versailles.

“I should like to at least try precious,” Jareth said extending his hand towards her. “For old times sake you see.”

“I might remind you that if you want me to help you, maybe try not reminding me of previous instances of you being a jerk and calling me by nicknames I hate,” Sarah said with a sigh, reluctantly giving him her hand.

He pulled her in close and placed a guiding hand on the small of her back. “Old habits darling, sorry.” Jareth began to lead her in dance and Sarah immediately stumbled. Thankfully he was able to anticipate this, and held tightly to keep her from falling over entirely.

“You are very old,” she teased back, regaining her footing. “So old I should really be getting you signed up for seniors discounts. I wonder if the local long term care facility would take you in.”

“I don’t know how you could possibly be counting your steps and snarking at me at the same time,” Jareth said, absently. “Concentrate Sarah.”

“I told you I have two left feet!” She reminded him as she proceeded to step all over his. She hoped his boots were steel toed.

Jareth had called in his favour. When she’d made him pretend to be her date for new year’s she’d promised him one no-questions-asked favour of a similar nature. Nothing morally questionable and she’d consent to it.

She just didn’t think that it would involve dancing .

“You’re much more graceful when you’re not so inside your own head,” he admonished.

“Yeah well, you wanted waltzing, this is my waltzing. Unless you’re fine with me busting out the moonwalk. I am excellent at the moonwalk.”

“What is the - nevermind, do not tell me. I feel certain I don’t want to know,” Jareth replied thinking better of his request.

“Maybe I’ll just moonwalk my way out of that whole ball,” Sarah teased brightening. There were few things she enjoyed more than poking fun at Jareth.

“You’re going to trip over your fancy dress is what you’re going to do,” he said ignoring her.

“How true,” she said sourly. “Do any of your little parties here have things other than dancing? Like say, a really intense Jenga competition? Maybe I could just out drink the rest of Faerie instead. How do they feel about beer pong?”

“You’ll have your work cut out for you there,” he said, changing directions. “Most of them have been well into their cups since the 16th century. Not sure they’ve been sober since the reformation.”

“A policy I could get behind,” she said with a grumble as she faltered over her feet.

“You don’t have to dance with anyone but me,” he reminded her. “You’re just here as my date.”

“Is that, you don’t have to, or please don’t dance with anyone else I can’t deal with several angry foreign dignitaries and their busted feet?”

“It is please do not dance with anyone else as I do hate sharing,” he said with a grin. “Your charms are enough to fell several of the men and women attending and I’m not sure I could handle such competition.”

He’d left her a message that morning to meet him in his palace ballroom after she got off work. They couldn’t text each other, because of Jareth’s complete inability to touch an electronic without messing with the space time continuum, but they had their own way of sending messages. Sarah would write messages on mirrors, and he would send her his written reply. It was weird, but she kinda liked opening her hand mirror to his rants about the Winterlands, the occasional sketch of a cat, or even the xoxos.

So although she’d really prefer not to dance at all at this wackadoodle ball he was attending, a promise was a promise. There were several high ranking Faerie men and women who apparently had designs on the Goblin Throne. An unmarried monarch was cause for some competition amongst the non-land holding gentry and Jareth wanted to avoid the matter entirely. Sarah was sure this was true, but she was also sure that Jareth just wanted a chance to show her off at this year’s demented faerie prom. She’d suggested the Enchantment Under the Ground dance as theme but Jareth hadn’t understood the reference. She’d have to remember to show him Back to the Future as it was frankly a crime he couldn’t appreciate her pitch perfect Doc Brown impression.

So yeah, of course she knew why he called in the favour, but privately she also knew she would have agreed to attend as his guest regardless. That small part of her that was still the girl in the park playing dress up was a lot less buried than she would lead him to believe.

Also she never got to see anywhere else in Faerie beyond the Labyrinth. Jareth had told her she’d barely scratched the surface of his realm but Sarah was curious about the worlds beyond the Goblin Kingdom. The Undersea, the Winter Lands, the Sky Worlds - all places he’d name dropped in the past and Sarah wanted desperately to see them.

This affair would take place in Great Forest. Sarah had asked which great forest and was told that all magical forests were the Great Forest. Anyone who got lost in the woods, who wandered off the path, every red riding hood staring down her big bad wolf, every story held between the trees - it all belonged to them. Sarah looked so taken aback by the reach of their lands that Jareth had postured a bit about the Goblin Kingdom having just as far of a reach but without the “overdone” nature of the Forest lands. Apparently the forest in the Labyrinth also belonged to them, but they gifted it out to Jareth for his use on runners and his woods-inclined population. In exchange, he designed some tunnels to run underneath the main castle and helped manage their portals.

Such was the tradition for the height of summer, the party would be held in the Castle Atop the Trees. The way Jareth described it, Sarah was picturing the most elaborate and laws of physics flaunting tree house in the world. At this point Jareth made sure to remind her that his castle was sentient and his magic much more impressive than ‘that fop, Orreno’.

Yeah, she was a tiny bit excited.

Except for the part where there’d be dancing. That part could go to bog.

“My charm is mostly snarky comments and bad decisions, but fine, as long as that goes both ways. Not super interested in watching you seduce Countess whatsherface,” Sarah said, only half teasing.

“I’m sure the entirely fictional countess will be very disappointed, we don’t even have countesses here,” he muttered. “Look at me not your feet Sarah.”

Jareth’s ballroom, much to her surprise, wasn’t the same dream bubble she was expecting. It was several times larger to begin with, and instead of silver and peach tones, the room was floor to ceiling stone, with gold filigree paintings carefully drawn on every surface. The gold designs moved gracefully through the room, animated by magic, and showed various beautiful scenes from the Goblin Kingdom. The room was lit by the large double doors, opened to various private balconies, positioned perfectly to let in the most sunlight possible. Along with more suspended crystals than Sarah could count. Unlike Jareth’s usual silvery opaque ones, these were transparent gold baubles that seemed lit up from the inside, as if each had a candle hidden within. The effect was quite breathtaking, but the moving designs were distracting to Sarah as she tried to focus on her steps.

“I don’t understand how this can be so hard,” Sarah muttered as Jareth narrowly avoided wincing as she took a particularly hard step on his foot. “I managed alright in the first ballroom.”

“That one I’m afraid is ‘on me’ as you say,” Jareth said regretfully. “It would have been a poor spell if you immediately stumbled from my arms. So I added a few enhancements to keep you from thinking too hard, thereby letting your natural grace shine through.”

“Natural grace right,” Sarah said with a snort as she tripped again. “I’m a regular ballerina over here.”

“It’s not as though I’m asking you to transverse the bog without a bridge, oh wait,” he said with a toothy grin, “you already managed that so really this should be a piece of cake.”

“I will hurt you,” Sarah muttered. “I will moonwalk over your dead body while humming Billie Jean and then who will look stupid.”

“I just cannot imagine the moonwalk looking anything other than ridiculous so still you I imagine,” he said with some annoyance. “This is not at all what I envisioned when I invited you to this soirée you know.”

“Aw, I’m sorry Jareth, did I ruin all your nice neat plans to swirl me around with all the romance and grandeur of the Underground by being a useless dancer? What a pity,” she mocked.

“Always have a plan B darling,” he said, giving his wrist a twist. One of his usual crystals appeared there. “Do you want it?”

“No,” she said crossing her arms. “In fact, I don’t even want to know what’s in it.”

“Too bad,” he said, throwing the crystal to the ground. The room exploded in a burst of white light and Sarah was temporarily blinded.

When her eyes finally stopped seeing spots and the room adjusted back to it’s regularly scheduled lighting, Sarah realized what he’d done.

“Oh hell,” she said, looking down at her now extremely fancy outfit. The dress was definitely Jareth’s version of an update to her pretty princess dress she’d worn the last time they’d danced together. But it was made of nothing Sarah had ever even seen before. It looked like starlight and felt like feathers. It fit her so well that Sarah had to touch it to make sure it was really there at all. It floated gracefully around her and her skirts lifted slightly at the hem as if she was walking on her own cloud. It fell off her shoulders and the full skirt shone like the brightest moon when she moved. The bodice was decorated with bits of broken crystals and reflective glass and when she looked behind her, she saw the outline of every constellation she could name (and a number she couldn’t), on her train. Her hair had been washed (...somehow), and fell in loose curls down her back. It also appeared several inches longer than it was in reality. Thankfully, he must have decided she had enough to be worrying about as he skipped the heels and instead gave her a pair of the most comfortable flats she’d ever worn. They too carried the design of the stars and when she took a careful step forward, she realized that the stars moved in time with her.

The rest of the ballroom, already beautiful in its splendour, had it kicked up to eleven as all the light but a handful of the golden crystals dimmed, and the sun began to set around them. Sarah realized that in the semi-darkness, the gold filigree designs turned into stars themselves, as they danced across the ceiling, which had become a window into the darkening sky. A false moon hung inside the ballroom as well and, though Sarah knew it was only an illusion, it looked so big and beautiful that it didn’t matter.

“I thought a little atmosphere might help,” he said with a shrug. He’d put on his Goblin King finery, but made sure his outfit complimented hers. The silver streaks running through his hair made her smile, at least he was consistently weird.

Music filled the room, and was as loud and clear as if Sarah had the band right above her. Actually, she thought looking up, it was coming from somewhere.

“Is that my iPod,” she said in utter shock as she noticed her ipod floating along above her head beside the crystals.

“Well I said it was plan B,” he grumbled. “I thought you liked this song.”

“I do but damn, you sure know how to blast the speakers. If it breaks after this much magical interference I’m charging you the cost of a new one,” she replied.

“Invoice me,” he said, holding out his hand for her to take in dance. She reluctantly took it and he pulled her into a spin.

To Sarah’s great annoyance, it was either the shoes, the music, or something, but Jareth’s plan B hadn’t been the worst idea. Her dancing greatly improved. Her skirt hid a multitude of sins she was undoubtedly committing with her feet, but Jareth guided her seamlessly and easily. She stopped trying so hard to get her steps right and just let him lead. She knew she was playing right into his hand by letting the magic of the moment get to her, but the man knew how to set a mood.

“This is some Beauty and the Beast nonsense is what this is,” she said between steps. “I’m half expecting the goblins to run out hurling food at me telling me to be their guest.”

“As if I would ever give the goblins unrestricted access to food,” he scoffed.

“Don’t you remember the old warnings?” She teased. “We must not look at goblin men, we must not eat their fruit…damn I can never remember the last line.”

“Who knows upon what soils they fed,” and at this, he paused in their dancing. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in close, letting his hands glide along the line of her body. “Their hungry thirsty roots.” He finished, gently tugging on her bottom lip.

“I was thinking more that the goblins have their own market do they not?” she huffed.

“Yes,” he said, slackening his grip. “But they’re not going to waste their food, those are their wares. No, they much prefer nicking the food from my kitchens and then passing it off as fresh from the Goblin Market.”

“Is it not?”

Jareth led them in a step change and Sarah caught one of the filigree drawings waving at her from the corner of her eye. “No the feast of the goblin market is a very…particular kind of food. You’d know better than anyone.”

“I would?” She asked in surprise.

He leaned in close to whisper in her ear. “The girl who ate the peach and forgot everything.”

“Oh yes,” she agreed. “That.”

“Yes, that.” He replied, changing the direction of their dance again and Sarah nearly tore her very fancy dress trying to keep up. “The only person who found my dancing so abominable she shook off 700 years worth of powerful magic and smashed my favourite guest ballroom by flipping a table out the door.”

“Well your dancing was just that bad,” she said seriously. “Also it was a chair not a table thank you very much.”

“I’ll be sure to correct the records, though I’m mostly curious how you managed to get through all your schooling without taking the most basic of ballroom classes.”

“Because it’s not 1860?” Sarah said, eyebrow raised skeptically. “Seriously Jareth when was the last time you were in a human classroom? Art and music are barely hanging on by a thread as it is, nobody’s gonna waste tax dollars on teaching kids how to foxtrot.”

“Well that’s why your skills fall short,” he said, clicking his tongue. “Most of Faerie takes dance for about fifty years.”

“Fifty years of dance?! Damn Jareth!” Sarah exclaimed loudly. “I seriously forget how long you guys live until you drop something like that on me. Even our most famous dancers don’t train for that long. Hell, they’re usually retired long before age 50. Seriously, how much schooling do you even do down here?”

“Yes it is strange, fifty years doesn’t seem terribly long to me. But then again, we do make rather a production out of dancing. It’s seen as a necessary social skill. I imagine not knowing how to dance down here probably has an aboveground equivalent. Where if someone was not practiced at a particular skill, they’d find themselves socially excluded.”

“I suppose,” she said, narrowly avoiding a spill. Her dress spun as she twirled, and the silver of her dress looked beautiful when swept across the golden floor. “Tell me something about you I don’t know.”

“Something you don’t know?”

“Yeah, like - so you took dance for fifty years. Who was your favourite teacher? Or I dunno, what’s your favourite song? Or ice cream flavour - do you even have a favourite ice cream flavour? Who was your first kiss? I’d ask you what you wanted to be when you grew up but I feel the answer is ‘king’.”

“So curious love,” he said not breaking step. “Should we play our favorite game then?”

“What one is that?”

“The one where I tell you anything you like in exchange for you answering the same questions,” he said pulling her in closer. “Choose your right words the goblins said.”

“Or we’ll be stuck twirling forever and ever,” she sing-songed. “A fate my feet probably couldn’t bear. As if I ever turn down a deal with you.”

“Yes, you don’t need to tell me that you don’t back down from a challenge, this I know.”

“You first, I asked first.”

“Alright,” he drawled. “Let’s see, my favourite tutor was probably Professor Edrend. They were my Sky Lands’ languages professor.”

“Were they from the Sky Lands?” Sarah asked.

Jareth nodded. “Yes, they were a cross between a water nymph and a slyph. How their parents even met is a complete mystery.”

“A bird may love a fish signore, but where will they live,” she quoted.

“That’s not Shakespeare,” he said, brow wrinkling in confusion.

“No, Barrymore,” she smiled. “My favourite teacher though was Ms. Spence, who taught freshman English. We read Romeo and Juliet and while Kevin R. was struggling through reading aloud Mercutio’s soliloquy, she would let me quietly read whatever novel I was currently tearing through. She pushed me ahead to the ‘enhanced’ classes and always wanted to hear what I had to say. I still think about her sometimes. About them all, all the people who silently and slowly changed me. My grandmother sewing my costumes and telling me stories, Ms. Spence for handing me my first Bronte and telling me that my words mattered. My mom, for giving me that fateful red book in the first place. Then my dad for believing his sad and angry teenager was a good babysitter. What I’m saying Jareth is - you have a lot of thank you cards to write.”

“I’ll bring out the good stationary then.” He teased. “I didn’t realize you believed so much in fate.”

She shrugged. “I don’t really believe it per say, I more just feel that everyone changes us in some way, whether we know it or not. Some of those changes and choices helped lead me to trod all over your feet in this very fancy dress.”

“So you think we’re fated then?” He said careful to keep his tone light. But Sarah heard what he was asking.

“I think that no matter what happens, I’m happy I’m dancing with you. Which honestly is never a sentence I thought I’d say. But that was an extra question, so you owe me two.”

“My favourite colour is purple and I enjoy strawberry ice cream,” he hand waved. “Do you believe in destiny?”

“I’d rather tell you my favourite ice cream is cookie dough,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I don’t know enough to say yes or no whether I believe in destiny. I’m not sure how that’s different than fate really. If you ask me whether I believe in vampires I’ll say no - but if one shows up at my door tomorrow I’m not going to tell they they’re not real. I’m kind of at a disadvantage here since you’re reading from a different rule book than I am. I’m way more interested to hear whether you believe in fate.”

“There are oracles,” he said with that bemused expression on his face he reserved just for her. “But I avoid them mostly. They are…complicated.”

“I’m not asking you what an oracle is because that’d count as another question, so instead I’m going to assume they give a kind of prophecy.”

“Correct,” he said simply.

“You didn’t answer my question,” she pointed out.

He quirked a smile at her, and did a bit of a complicated two step that caused her to falter slightly. “Let’s just say I’m not quite as ready to stare down something both greater and stronger than I am. Now didn’t you also want to know about my first kiss?”

“Wow you must really not want to talk about oracles because that is the biggest fuck off I’ve ever heard, but fine I’m taking the bait. Tell me who got there first,” she said with a raised brow. They would be coming back to that later.

“I was 11 and her name was Liah. She was the daughter of my mother’s favourite seamstress.”

“That’s adorable,” she smiled. “I’m just picturing your eyes meeting over the spinning wheel. Did you guys stay in touch?”

“We’re still quite friendly, she’s made a number of my favourite pieces. You two would get along well I think. You both enjoy questioning my decisions so much.”

“You got a type Jareth,” Sarah shrugged. “Did she make what I’m wearing?”

“No that’s one of mine,” he said, giving her another twirl. “But you don’t have to wear it if you don’t like it. I can ask Liah to make something more to your taste.”

“Obviously I love it,” she laughed, giving her skirt another swish for good measure. “But I thought you said you’d never move the stars.”

“I said I’d move the stars for no one, tell me Sarah, when have you ever been no one? Besides, I’m not moving anything, you are,” he said, gesturing to her feet.

“But you put them there,” she reminded him.

“And a match is just a stick until it meets a spark,” He said, giving her another twirl.

“Can’t start a fire without a spark, even if we’re just dancing in the dark,” she sung lightly.

“What was that?” he said, amused.

“A freebie, my favorite song.”

He led her around the room another time before something occurred to her.

“So where are your stars then?” she asked considering his outfit. It wasn’t like it was too out there for him - the man wore more eyeshadow on a daily basis than she’d ever touched.

“I don’t have stars,” he said quietly. “I can only offer them.”

She didn’t really have a quick response to that. Instead she let him dance with her because even outside of her favour, she wanted to. She didn’t like dancing, but she liked him.

“You can’t say stuff like that without me wanting to do something stupid,” she said, trying to avoid looking at him. Because whenever he said stuff like that, the kind of things that made her heart clench and her stomach drop, it was so hard, so impossibly hard to not grab him by his sparkly lapels and...well, a lot of things.

“That is the idea,” he murmured pulling her closer. “Please tell me all the stupid things you’d like to do. I want to write them down and reference them later when you’re willing to happily agree to all of them.”

“Mmm is that so,” she said. She was tired of always being the one thrown off balance by Jareth and his ability to weaponize his sexuality against her. He was good at it too and the jerk knew it. But Sarah had a few tricks of her own up her sleeve and she’d never been great at risk evaluation.

“Well I’d start by pushing you down into your throne. I’d bind your hands so you couldn’t touch me…well not with your hands at least,” she said coyly.

“…what?” Jareth said, his previous seductive and pretentious demeanour vanishing.

“Then I’d slowly remove this dress, letting it fall from my shoulders and pool at my feet. Until I was standing in front of you wearing just this necklace, and these lovely shoes you’ve poofed in for me. No surprise that you forgot to give me underwear, so I guess it’ll just be me, naked, and you, all tied up.”

“You’re a cruel woman Sarah Williams,” Jareth replied, and Sarah was pleased to hear the strain in his voice.

“I play the hand I’m dealt Goblin King,” she said with a careful smile. “Maybe I just play a little better than you?”

“There is one thing you’ve forgotten,” Jareth said. “I know a bluff when see one.”

“Who says I’m bluffing?” She challenged.

“Oh?” He said, arching a singular brow. “Well then I’ll call.”

He didn’t wait for her to respond before closing that final inch of space between them and kissed her. Sarah had suspected he might go in for the kiss after her little game but she was ready for him this time. He wasn’t getting the upper hand in this kiss. No, he was playing her game now.

He might kiss her like she was the only light in the room, but she kissed him back like the monster she knew. She kissed him thoroughly and deeply. A kiss that was was angry, hot, and unyielding. A kiss that, in any other situation, wouldn’t stay just a kiss. A kiss that she’d practiced on men whose names she could no longer remember, and the kind of kiss she’d been working up to give him. So if Jareth was going to try and drown her in his kisses, she was pulling him down with her.

Jareth hadn’t been ready for any of that and Sarah knew it. She smiled gleefully when he pushed her back from him, out of breath, and flushed. He looked like he’d just run a labyrinth and Sarah was pleased.

“Now who’s bluffing?” She said, and did not bother to hide her own reaction to his kiss. It didn’t matter anyways. She’d won this round.

“This is not…” he trailed off, running his hand through his hair. “Yes, alright Sarah, you win again.”

“Well you don’t have to be a sore loser about it,” she said shaking her head. “You got what you wanted just as much as I did.”

“I never get what I want,” he muttered, low enough that Sarah barely heard him.

“What do you mean,” she pressed him.

“It’s of no concern,” he said, coming back into himself. Sarah watched as he nervously tightened his hands into fists.

“No,” she said taking his hand in hers. Unclenching his fist. “Not that easy, what do you mean?”

“If I wanted to take you here on the floor of this ballroom -“ he trailed off.

“But that’s not what you want? Christ Jareth, I thought that’s all you wanted.”

“Once yes,” he conceded.

“But now?” She said with interest. Maybe she’d misread it, maybe it was just a fun game for Jareth to push her out of her comfort zone like that.

“Now it is not enough,” he said. “I think I’ve made that perfectly clear.”

She let out a breath. She understood exactly what he was talking about. “Yes, I know. But Jareth really, you don’t get to tease, and flirt, and kiss, and then get mad when I do the same thing back.”

“It’s different. I’m…” he trailed off, struggling to finish his sentence.

“Playing the long game?” She said crossing her arms. “Yeah I’m aware. When you do it you see it as chipping away my resolve. Getting you closer and closer to the point where I just give up or give in, as opposed to when I do it to - what? Fuck with you? God, you’re such a ding dong sometimes. Let me make one thing clear, when you talk about wanting me to want you - that ship sailed some ten years and two poofy dresses ago. But I haven’t really done much about it, I mostly have been letting you steer this ship. Yeah I kissed you first, but I’ve never been able to kiss you just because I wanted to. You’re always kissing me. You have to let me initiate, you have to let me in the game.”

“Well…do you want to kiss me now?” he asked slyly, and Sarah threw up her hands in response.

“Honestly Jareth, I spend about 80% of the time I’m with you just trying not to kiss you. Trying not to do a lot of things to you. I’m completely stupid for you and I’m living like a goddamn nun as a result.”

“Why?” He said, confused. “You know that’s not necessary.”

“Well no actually I think it might be. We’re not…there yet and you just said that it’s not what you want,” she said, awkwardly.

“Kiss me like that again and I might just forget,” he said, leaning back in to kiss her and Sarah threw up her hand to block his lips, instead giving him a fateful of palm.

“If I kiss you like that again we both might forget but quiet, I think I hear something,” she said.

She and Jareth stopped, straining their ears to hear the faint rumble and occasional scattered bird noises.

“What the hell?” She said turning to Jareth, who looked like the proverbial deer caught in the headlights.

“Oh bogdammit,” he hissed. “We have to leave, immediately.”

He grabbed her by the wrist and began to pull her before she stopped him.

“Wait!” She pointed upwards to her still playing, and still floating iPod. “Gimme my iPod Jareth.”

He waved his hand and the iPod fell, it was sheer luck she managed to catch it. “Now come on!” He shouted, running towards the door across the room.

Sarah lifted her skirts and ran quickly after him. He slammed the door shut behind her and leaned against it panting. Sarah was startled to see him so freaked out. “Christ Jareth, what’s got you all twisted?”

He smirked, gesturing to the eye sized hole in the door. “See for yourself, be my guest .”

Sarah looked at him with confusion and peered through the hole in the door to see what had become of the previously immaculate ballroom. She said previously because currently there was a massive food fight happening in there with about…god there had to be more than a hundred goblins and probably thirty odd chickens. Sarah was pretty sure that she saw Hoggle and she was pretty sure she heard him yell “I’m taking ye all down with me!” But it was hard to know what with all the hunks of raw meat and - dammit some of those potatoes were on fire , flying through the air.

“Why…is this happening,” was all she managed looking helplessly back at Jareth.

“I told you I don’t give gobins unrestricted access to food for a reason. Someone left the pantry unlocked, this always happens whenever someone leaves the pantry unlocked. I’m going to enjoy lowering that someone inch by inch into the bog for this,” he growled.

“Can’t you stop it?” she gestured back at the chaos.

“I’d ruin my suit,” he grumbled. “I spent hours on it.”

“Oh for,” she rolled her eyes, daring to open the door wide enough to poke her head outside. “Hey!” She cried out to the horde. A flaming goblin soared through the air, narrowly missing her head, before she thought maybe Jareth had a point, and ducked her head back in.

“They’ll run out of things to throw in about an hour love,” he said leaning against the wall. “In the meantime shall we continue?”

Sarah stopped and looked around where they were for the first time. It was inexplicably, a second ballroom. Much smaller and less grand. Just a lot of glittering stone and family portraits. A large fireplace was in the centre, and instead of crystals there were sconces with candles lining the walls.

“This is the private family ballroom,” he said, answering her unasked question.

“You have a private family ballroom?” she said teasingly. “That’s bourgeoise as hell.”

“I … am bourgeoise?” He said confused. “I’m the king.”

“Whatever,” she laughed, walking into the centre of the ballroom. “Can we just dance like regular people now?”

“I’m not sure what you mean,” he said, walking towards her.

“Like this,” she said giving a small silly spin. She started swaying her hips back and forth. She threw on an old dance track and tucked the iPod into the front of her dress. “Gimme your hands,” she said extending her hands out towards Jareth.

“What are we doing?” He said taking her hands.

“We’re dancing the way I know how,” she said, giving a little skip to the left. She let him twirl her and spin her back into his arms. “See,” she smiled at him. “Fun.”

“Yes,” he smiled, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. He spun her back out before she could object. “I can dance like this.”

The track changed to something a little bit slower and a little bit sultrier. A song she knew very well. The familiar voice echoed quietly around them and Jareth pulled her back in closer. She threw her arms around his neck as they swayed back and forth, his hands on her hips, her head resting in the crook of his neck.

“I like this,” he said quietly. “Lend me this record.”

“Anytime,” she smiled.

He started to spin her out again, and this time when he spun her back in he gave her an unexpected dip. She gasped, not expecting the drop, but his hand on her back didn’t falter and he bent down and booped her gently on the nose.

“I’ve got you,” he smirked, pulling her back up towards him. “I did train for over fifty years you know.”

“How could I forget,” she laughed. “Do it again, it was fun.”

“You’re getting much better,” he said, giving her another spin. “Will Cinderella be ready to dance at the ball yet?”

“That seems unlikely,” she laughed again. “But there’s a chance I might actually enjoy myself. Miracle of miracles.”

“I think the miracle is for the first time at one of these events I might as well.” He grinned, dipping her again.

“I don’t hear the goblins,” she said.

“I don’t care,” he leaned down, kissing her. His hand held her steady as he took his time, pulling her slowly back up.

Sarah didn’t mind when they kept on dancing.

#whoops forgot to post this #fanfiction #apartmentverse #my ownsome #honestly this is disgustingly sappy #labyrinth #labyrinth has ruined me #also the ball ends up being predictably shitty #and they both get fucking trashed because they're so bored #and also holy fuck faerie wine is strong #and Jareth ends up feeling her up in one of the trees and she is a-ok with the situation #but anyways the best part is finding out there's no hangover with faerie wine so Sarah orders a TRUCKLOAD

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