#the brave little ghost chapter 7

[thinkingaboutlifefornow]

The brave little ghost

Chapter 7

Bucky x reader

Warnings - swearing, themes around SA

(( I’ve sadly been busy the last couple days with a wedding and work. This chapter does involve some themes of SA, although there is no graphic details. But those who know, know. Again any likes on this post are really appreciated ))

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“ Ready to comply Phantom?” Sir asked.

“Yes Sir” you replied back, emotionless. You were stood on what seemed to be the bow of a mega yacht, dressed in an almost see through summer dress blowing gently in the breeze.

“Good, I have some clientele that we need your persuasion for” he grinned, like that cat that got the cream.

He held out his arm for you to link yours through, and as you did you turned to walk toward the main salon. Winter met you both as he kept watch outside the door. He looked at you with sadness in his eyes, he knew what was coming. You didn’t. You had been wiped with no memories of the times before.

…..

“No! Don’t fucking touch me!” Your voiced screamed, but you were dreaming and these were memories.

You woke as a hand touched your shoulder, without thinking your muscle memory took over. You now realised as you flipped the man over and retrieved your knife from under your pillow that it was Steve.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” Another primal scream coming from your throat before your brain caught up with what your eyes could see.

“It’s just me, I’m not going to hurt you.” He was almost playing dead, like you were a bear ready to defend herself. “It’s Steve.”

Your hair stuck to your skin, your breath deep and fast. The fight response kicked in hard while you were dreaming.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I…I” your voice trailed off, caught in your throat unlike the tears you tried to stop rolling down your cheek.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here” Steve had caught your bad dreams a few times now. He didn’t know what you went through, but he had told you about his best friend, Bucky. He was captured by HYDRA during the war and that for the short time before he died he struggled with some nightmares from his time there.

You rolled over to the side of the bed while you sobbed. Steve just held you, letting you get out your emotions that so often you didn’t show anyone. Normally after your nightmares it allowed other memories in, like the ones that you and Steve were like brother and sister. Or the time you and Natasha drank 4 bottles of red wine in the kitchen.

……

When you woke Steve was already gone, that was the normal pattern. You’d have nightmares, Steve would comfort you back to sleep and then would disappear off. As far as you could tell no one else knew about your dreams and no one knew Steve was helping you through them.

You rise from your bed, walking out the door of your bedroom into your own personal living room and through to your bathroom. Warm showers still uncomfortable for you, reminding you of times when your only use was for those of clients. The cold showers reminded you of when your only use was for death of missions. You picked a cold shower this morning, not wanting to be reminded of last nights dream.

You stepped into the shower, shivering immediately from the icy cold water pricking your skin. You grabbed the soap and a wash cloth and began scrubbing your skin. You didn’t know how long you had been going at it, your skin now very red and in some very small places the top layer of skin coming off. You still didn’t feel clean. Tears escaped your eyes yet again.

You didn’t know if you’d ever feel clean again, neither from the hands of others or the blood you spilled from others yourself.

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This is Our Place, We Make The Rules - Chapter 8 - All Nighter

A collection of non-sequential mini-fics and one-shots of Hotchniss and their life at home.

Chapter 8 - All Nighter

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Hi friends,

My drive from my parents house to my place took 9 hours (twice as long as it should) today, and thinking of Hotchniss related fluff is the only thing that stopped me from losing my mind haha

So, this little mini-fic is born out of letting my mind wonder in standstill traffic <3 hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think!

-x-

Warnings: Insomnia, pregnancy

Words: 1.4k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

He couldn’t sleep. 

He’d struggled with insomnia throughout his life, the inability to sleep something that had haunted him for as long as he could remember. When he was young it was born out of his fear of his father, unable to drift off when he knew his dad had been drinking. His violence was a shadow throughout his childhood home, and the father he could have been if he’d made different choices a ghost in every corner. 

By the time Aaron was an adult, he was used to functioning on less sleep than most people, which ended up being a helpful skill when it came to his chosen career. There were still times when he didn’t sleep at all, when a particular case would steal his ability to switch off leaving him lying next to Haley, listening to her breathing until the sun rose.

It only got worse after she died. Sleep and rest felt like luxuries he no longer deserved, and he couldn’t sleep even when he tried. Jack had slept in his bed with him for months, something both of them had drawn comfort from, and he laid there and listened to his son breathe much like he once had with Haley. In the end, it was Jack who had asked to sleep in his own bed, claiming he wanted to be brave ‘just like daddy.’

Aaron wished he felt brave, wished he could be the man his son thought he was, and that was exactly what had originally spurred him on to ask Emily out, to kiss her on the doorstep of her old apartment. 

He was brave, and it had brought him everything he had ever wanted and more. 

He smiles as he looks at his wife, able to pick out her features even in the dark of their bedroom. She was fast asleep and curled around his side, her head and hand on his chest. Her mouth was slightly open and there was a small patch of drool on his t-shirt, something he knew would embarrass her if she woke up and realised what had happened. She wasn’t a stranger to insomnia herself, and they had a long-standing agreement that if it got too bad they’d wake each other up, figure out which demon was keeping them awake and chase them away together. Even if he wanted to wake her up right now, he wouldn’t because she needed the rest. 

And he was sure there was some law somewhere about waking up your pregnant wife. 

She was only 7 weeks along and she was exhausted. She was tired all the time, which had more than once in the last few weeks led to her falling asleep on the jet. He knew she found it embarrassing, especially since they were keeping the pregnancy to themselves for now, but she always joked it was better, and easier to explain, than throwing up everywhere. 

He tugs her closer and he kisses the top of her head, breathing in deeply in the hope that he’ll overwhelm his senses with her, that he’ll somehow trick his brain into letting him sleep, that Emily simply being asleep on top of him would let him push past whatever was keeping him awake. 

He isn’t sure how much longer he lays there, but he eventually gives up, his frustration at the fact sleep was evading him overriding his desire to just lay there any longer. He’s careful as he slips out from under Emily and smiles when she doesn’t even flinch as he settles her on the mattress. He pulls the covers up, taking the time to tuck them around her in a way that would make her scowl at him if she was awake, and leans in to kiss her forehead. 

“Love you, sweetheart,” he whispers before he kisses her forehead again. 

He’s careful as he walks out of their bedroom, purposely avoiding floorboards he knew creaked, and gently closes the door behind him. He checks in on Jack as he walks past his room, taking the time to tuck him back in, his covers always inexplicably screwed up at the end of the bed, and kissing him on the forehead too before he heads down to the home office. 

Time drags on as he does paperwork. He rubs his eyes as he reads and re-reads the same documents, the information not quite filtering through to his brain as quickly as it usually would. He’s just about to make a coffee, give up on the pretence of getting any sleep at all that night, when the door to the office is pushed open. He looks up and smiles as Emily walks in, her hair and pyjamas rumbled, a bleary look in her eyes that tells him she has not been awake long at all.

“I thought I’d find you here,” she mumbles, blinking against the bright light in the room. 

“Sorry, baby,” he says, placing his paperwork down and pushing his chair slightly back as she walks towards him, “Did I wake you up?”

She shakes her head at him as she climbs into his lap, her side against his chest and her head against his neck. He wraps his arms around her to secure her in place and he kisses her temple. 

“No,” she says around a yawn as she places her hand on his wrist, “I woke up because I needed to pee, your damn kid is a pain in the ass already,” she jokes, her smile wide and sleepy as she looks up at him, “When you weren’t there I thought I’d come check on you,” she runs her thumb back and forth on his arm, feeling the soft hair there, the contrast of it and the strong muscles that rippled under his skin one of her favourite things, “You couldn’t sleep?”

He smiles and shakes his head, “No, I couldn’t.”

She furrows her brow, “You should have woken me up, honey,” she says, reaching up and running her fingers through his hair, making a point of scratching at his scalp. 

He clears his throat to suppress a smile, well aware if he even tried to explain that she’d been sleeping so deeply she’d drooled on him that he’d be in trouble, “You need your sleep, Em,” he says, stamping a kiss against her lips, “I think it’s frowned upon to wake up your sleeping, pregnant wife,” he says, kissing her again before he pulls back to look at her, “I think I’d lose all my ‘best husband’ awards.” 

She hums and presses her lips together to stop her smile, his dry sense of humour the way he could always make her laugh, something she had never seen coming when she first met him. 

“I’d appeal the decision for you,” she says, her expression turning serious again, “Do you know why you can’t sleep?”

He shakes his head, “Just one of those nights, I guess.” 

She smiles knowingly and rests her head on his shoulder, “Can I help?”

He kisses the side of her head, holding her even closer, “You always do.” 

She rolls her eyes at him, at the ridiculous cheesy things he always said that she insisted she didn’t like but not-so-secretly loves, “If we’re awake,” she says, leaning back to look at him, “We may as well go lay on the couch and watch a movie or something.” 

He frowns, “Sweetheart, you can go back to bed, I’m-”

She stands up and offers him her hand, cutting him off before he can refuse her company, “If you can’t wake up your pregnant wife, you can’t argue with her either.”

He raises an eyebrow at her but decides against protesting any further. Their alone time was limited, and he knew they’d only get less of it when the baby was born, so he nods and stands up, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as he lets her lead him to the living room. 

“Does being pregnant also mean you get to pick the movie?” 

She scoffs and links her arm through his, pressing her cheek against his shoulder. “Honey, I always pick the movie.” 

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[goodomensafterdark]

Writers Guild Presents: Someone is Calling Him Shorewards - Chapter Seven

Written by harlotofupdog on Reddit!

Storm Jizz Chapter 7, this time with extra jizz and a little bit of storm.

For any curious prospective readers, this is a ghost story with a hefty serving of storms, jizz, angst and occasional puns. This chapter isn't a standalone read, but also, if you're brave enough, you do you! We're nearing the finish line now. Not long to go.

Rating: E

CW/TW: No drowning in this one (oh good!) but a bit of an emotional rollercoaster nonetheless. Usual tags and warnings apply.

Everlasting thanks to wonderful u/Paperclip_Ninja for being a talented, stalwart, courageous defeater of late nights, unfinished sentences, and overused words. <3

Apologies: You know the drill. I'm sorry and I didn't mean for any of this to happen. It'll be okay.

Excerpt:

Angel’s story doesn’t flow. It jumps around in confusing starts and bursts, like a patchy summer squall that sends down blinding sheets of rain one moment and peters out into misty drizzle the next. Sometimes his sentences taper off, or stop abruptly, as if he is selecting and revising lines in his tale as he tells it. His voice, as well, is jarring. Prim and emotionless, as if he is reciting incomplete entries from an old logbook.

Crowley clutches the bottle of bad, cheap sherry—he spied it perched atop one of the bookshelves and took it without asking—like it is a lifebuoy as the other man talks. Occasionally he swigs from it, but the dry, sickly taste barely makes inroads on the salt and brine that sticks to his tongue and coats the inside of his cheeks. He hates sherry. It reminds him of old women and sitting rooms filled with chintz and china cats. Though he’d rather stare down a shelf full of creepy porcelain than look at the man next to him. Now and then he can feel Angel’s eyes seeking his, willing him to turn and meet his gaze. But Crowley knows that he won’t be able to bear the unnerving scrutiny that he’ll find there.

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[imzadi-caskett-huddy]

It Started With a Kiss (2/?)

This chapter is taken from the episode “Lucky Stiff,” so according to the original air dates, it takes place 2 weeks after the last chapter. “Knockdown” aired on Jan 24 and “Lucky Stiff” aired on Feb 7.

Once again, I want to point out that the events unfold exactly as they happen on the show, with the exception of what you see written here. The storylines are all connected…each chapter is NOT standalone.

I still, unfortunately, do not own Castle.

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Two weeks. It had been two weeks since that undercover kiss, since that night at her apartment where the whiskey had made him brave enough to tell her he was in love with her and kiss her. Two weeks since her hand on his chest had ever so gently pushed him away. They hadn’t talked about either kiss since that night, and they certainly hadn’t talked about his confession; he hadn’t been brave enough while sober, and he figured she didn’t want to make things awkward between them. It was like an unspoken rule, a line that they danced around but neither dared to cross…and when he had dared to smudge it that night, she had carefully pushed him back on the other side.

He hadn’t been able to get the two kisses out of his head, for different reasons. The kiss at her apartment had lasted maybe 3 or 4 seconds before she had pushed him away, long enough for her to have allowed it to happen; it wasn’t like she instantly shoved him back. No, it was more like she was stopping herself from allowing it to continue. She hadn’t returned that kiss, but he’d still felt a spark. Maybe the reason she wouldn’t allow that kiss to continue any longer than it had was because of the way their first kiss had started so innocently and then quickly grown into a raging inferno.

That undercover kiss still haunted his dreams. The way her lips felt against his, the way she had been the one to dive into that second kiss, the way she’d been the one to invade his mouth with her tongue…aggressively…the way she moaned; that hadn’t been his imagination, and it certainly hadn’t been all a show. The guard hadn’t been close enough to tell if they were kissing with tongue, so it certainly hadn’t been necessary.

He’d dreamt about her nearly every night since then. They all started the same…with that ridiculously hot kiss. They all had similar endings…with them in various states of undress, grinding against each other for release either up against a wall in the alley or against her car,

even in the back of her car. And then he always woke up alone, feeling the ghost of her fingers in his hair, the way her tongue danced against his, the way she’d bitten his lip, still able to taste her on his lips. After every dream, he’d take a few moments to savor the memories before pulling himself from bed and heading for his shower to find relief; it was almost ritualistic at this point.

Their latest case had her asking him if he’d go undercover with her again, in a club. He’d eagerly agreed; undercover work was fun, and spending time with her on an almost date in a club…no way was he going to turn her down and have her ask Ryan or Esposito to join her. He was her partner, he had her back; he was going to keep showing up for her. He realized, though, after seeing the dress she was wearing, that it was going to be a long evening of torture for him. And when he saw the way she handled his Ferrari, he knew he was in deep trouble.

Beckett danced her way into the club and through the crowd, Castle following close behind as always, but he wasn’t dancing. He was too preoccupied watching the way her body moved…it was mesmerizing. When she got a little space on the dance floor, she pulled him close and started dancing against him. She rolled her eyes as he stood there, still staring at her in awe. “Staring is creepy,” she leaned in close to his ear to speak, so close that her lips brushed against his skin. “This isn’t a day at Disneyland, Castle. If you don’t act like we’re together, some other guy is going to try, and that’s not how this undercover thing works. So dance with me and keep your eyes peeled for Oz.”

He swallowed hard, doing his best to keep his composure as he inhaled the scent of cherries from her hair that was brushing against his lips. This night might kill him. “Okay,” he managed to murmur, one hand moving to her waist, but definitely not daring to be inappropriate.

She rolled her eyes when he didn’t loosen up after a few moments and leaned close to his ear again. “Stop acting like you’re afraid I’m going to shoot you. You’re supposed to be my boyfriend, so act like it,” she murmured, her hand taking his wrist and moving the hand he had on her waist down to a much more inappropriate position on her ass. Get with it, she tried to convey the message with the look she sent him as she pulled back to dance against him again.

After a deep breath which he released slowly, he tried to do what she asked and loosen up. His hands moved over her body every bit the way a lover’s would. Oh, he was definitely going to die tonight; death by Kate Beckett. The way her body moved sinfully against his as they danced so close, in sync…all he could think about was how her body would feel moving like that against his, her skin against his skin, between his ridiculously high thread count Egyptian cotton bed sheets. He had no idea how long he’d been fantasizing when was shaken out of his it by the feel of her breath on his ear, but he had no idea what she said.

“Castle!” she hissed in his ear, finally getting his attention. “Have you seen Oz yet?” she asked, pulling back slightly to get his reaction.

“No,” he shook his head. But he hadn’t really been looking either; he’d been too busy fantasizing about her moving her body the way she was in his bed without her dress on.

“Keep looking,” she told him. She let her eyes scan around the room again, searching through the crowd as she slowly danced them through the people. They needed to find Oz quickly so they could get out of there. She could feel how he was affected by this whole situation every time her hips moved against his, and it would be a lie to say it wasn’t affecting her almost as much. She needed to get them both out of the position she’d put them in before one or both of them would do something in the heat of the moment that would really complicate things between them.

She knew it would have been smarter, safer to have taken Espo with her to the club. He would have been able to pass as her boyfriend without the same effect she and Castle were having on each other; then again, she may not have danced quite as closely with him either. She’d told herself that she and Castle were a much more convincing couple than she and Espo; she and Castle were more in sync and exuded chemistry…Castle was her partner. And she had selfishly wanted to go to the club with him, selfishly wanted an hour with him like this to pretend…pretend reality didn’t exist, pretend Josh didn’t exist, pretend that she was his.

The kiss they’d shared two weeks ago still played through her head. She’d never felt pure, intense fire in her veins from a kiss like that before. No man had ever made her feel that way, certainly not from just a kiss. If only her life weren’t so complicated, if she hadn’t built a fortress around her heart, maybe it could be different, maybe she could be with him. It just wasn’t that simple. Josh was safe; she couldn’t get hurt with Josh; her heart was never in danger. But Castle…Castle had the power to shatter her heart and completely destroy her.

Finally, she spotted their target in a booth by the opposite wall. “Oz is in a booth along that back wall. Go get us drinks while I go over to him. Make sure you’re back in 5 minutes…you’ve got my cuffs,” she reminded him.

He watched her ass in the tight, short skirt of her dress as she started dancing away. When she stopped and turned back after a moment, catching him staring and giving him one of her looks, he was torn completely from the fantasy world he’d been in for the past hour with her. “Drinks, right,” he smiled, heading for the bar.

His mind wandered as he waited for the drinks. He watched her flirt with the drug dealer so effortlessly. He wasn’t surprised she’d made her detective rank working in vice; she was a natural, and she was hot. Most men wouldn’t peg her for a cop. He made a point to try to remember to ask her for some stories from her days in vice; he wanted to know about the undercover work she’d done.

Undercover work…that made him close his eyes with a smile at the way it felt having her body

pressed up against his, sliding against his just minutes ago. These were memories he was sure would replace that of her kiss in his dreams. He opened his eyes to see their drinks on the bar in front of him. He paid the bartender, and with a soft sigh knew their night was coming to an end. He knew that for now at least, this was the only way he could have her like that…undercover and in his memories.

Castle had just made it to the booth in time to see Beckett slam Oz’s head into the table with his hand twisted behind his back and kick the bodyguard in the crotch, which made him wince. God, she was hot when she was badass like that. When he saw her outstretched hand, he offered her one of the drinks with a smile, about to make a comment about her badassery.

“No! Handcuffs!” she told him, shaking off the drink.

“Right. Sorry,” he put one of the drinks down for a moment to pull the handcuffs out of his pocket and hand them to her.

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“Castle!” Beckett greeted him when she opened the door and saw him standing there.

“I know what you would do if you won the lottery,” he walked past her into her apartment, proud of himself.

“By all means, please come in,” she rolled her eyes, closing her door. “So, what is your big insight into a financial decision that I will never have to make?” she arched an eyebrow slightly.

He smiled. “You would use the money to honor your mother’s legacy.” His eyes were soft as he studied her. He was right. “On the way over here, I called the dean of your mom’s old law school. We talked about starting a scholarship in Johanna Beckett’s name. One that would provide a full ride for a student planning on dedicating their career to those in the legal system without a voice, the kind of people your mom championed. And, with your blessing, I would like to host a fundraiser to fund it.”

He wanted to…what? She was completely caught off guard by this gesture. He was just supposed to be trying to guess what she’d do with a lot of money, not make what felt like some grand romantic gesture for her. “You just can’t stay out of my personal life can you?”

Castle’s smile faded slightly. Maybe he overstepped, maybe this was too much…maybe…

Beckett smiled then. “Thank you. It’s really sweet.” She couldn’t help but look at the floor a little nervously.

“We definitely have to invite the mayor, and all of his campaign contributors,” he started, moving

past her toward her dining room table and pulling a paper out of his pocket as he took a seat. “Some of them can be boorish. There’s this one guy…” he trailed off when he caught her staring at him. “What?”

She shook her head slightly, a smile on her face. God, she was falling in love with him...or maybe she already was in love with him and was just now beginning to realize it. “Would you like some wine?” she asked softly.

“That would be great while we plan out the details,” he agreed, already writing down some notes.

She disappeared into her kitchen to grab a bottle of red and a couple of wine glasses. This latest gesture had her heart somersaulting. She couldn’t imagine anyone doing anything sweeter for her. She couldn’t even put into words how it made her feel, how he was making her feel. Taking a seat next to him at the table, she handed him a glass before taking a sip of hers.

They sat at her table talking and planning for over an hour, and by the time they had finished off the bottle, they had worked out most of the details of the event, and what was important to her to include. She still couldn’t believe not only had he come up with this, but he was sharing it with her and putting it into action.

“This really is very sweet, Castle,” she told him honestly, resting a hand on his arm.

He returned her smile, meeting her eyes. “It was your idea.”

She laughed softly. “How was it my idea?”

“I heard you talking to my mother…about what she should do with the money. This evening it sort of clicked into place, that you would want to honor your mom. I just came up with a way to do it that didn’t involve you winning the lottery,” he shrugged.

She couldn’t help the way she was looking at him. This man was so incredible…that he would do this for her, give this to her…something she didn’t even know she wanted. “Castle, I don’t know what to say,” she finally admitted softly.

He smiled. “You don’t have to say anything.”

They both sat staring deeply into each other’s eyes, simply getting lost there for a few moments. She wanted so badly to kiss him after all of this. But she couldn’t. She was committed to another man…at least physically. Though she’d come to realize this evening that Josh did not have her heart; she’d been emotionally committed to Castle first. So was she cheating on Castle with Josh? It kind of felt like it now. But if she did kiss Castle, that was definitely cheating on Josh...right? What was she supposed to do when one man had her emotional commitment and

the other her physical commitment; when one man had the power to wreck her, and every instinct in her head was telling her to run, but the other was safe because he couldn't make her feel enough to really hurt her? The twisted logistics were making her head spin.

“It’s late,” she said softly, finally breaking the spell between them.

“Yeah,” he agreed, moving to stand. He grabbed his coat from the back of one of the chairs and put it back on. “I’ll hire an event planner, and let you know when we can meet with them,” he promised.

“That sounds great,” she nodded, walking him to her door. She paused a moment before opening it to raise up and give him a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Thank you. For all of this,” she whispered. “You’re an amazing man.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiled.

Taking a deep breath, she tore her eyes away from his and opened the door so he could leave. “Goodnight, Castle.”

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I always felt like they were in and out of the club far too quickly in the episode, though I understand the logistics filming wise of why. So I wanted a little bit longer of a scene where they were actually undercover together for more than 3 minutes.

And I always thought this scholarship set up in her mother’s name was a huge grand gesture that was highly underrated and we never heard about it again. Never fear, I am here to resurrect it! I plan on having the fundraiser at some point over one of the next chapters of this story! There is no way they are not going to that!

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! As I said before, I'm rotating updates between this and my other story. It will most likely be about a week before there's an update here, because I've got to write the next chapter in Hell Hath No Fury and deal with Castle's embarassment at the cabin.

Also if any of you ever have problems finding chapters of my stories, it's all over on fanfiction.net under the penname THE Imzadi Fan

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[genavere]

Fairy Tail - RE:Script

Episode One: Hargeon

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Chapter 6

“Stupid…stupid!” Lucy berated in hard sobs. Chains above her rattled and clanked. Cradled against her chest, the hand she managed to free. The skin around the broken bone already had darkened, a mixture of red and blue from the damage and the bruising. The torn skin from being cut into by the manacle bled freely over her already soaked top.

Even as the air grew warmer, every nerve and muscle in her body screamed and shook from the pain. It hurt…by the grace of the Celestial King, did it hurt! Even the sight of the thumb—out of place, joint limp against the middle of her hand—sent a fresh wave of tremors through her.

And as the tremors hit, so did the pain. It shot from her hand to every nerve of her arm. Muscles spasmed and sent another wave of pain. A vicious cycle that she could not contain. Breathing became a chore with each gasp and sob of agony.

Tears blurred her vision. A headache assaulted her senses, each heartbeat in her chest urging another blinding stab of misery. None of it kept the reality of her situation from overwhelming her. A harsh truth she could see no escape from.

Even if she managed to get her other hand out—dislocating or breaking her thumb as she had on her left one—then that still left the cage. It had been opened by magic on the bracers the crew wore. Unlike keys, bracers would be impossible to steal without being caught. Attempting to do so would leave her enduring another beating.

Each breath she took warned that another beating would lead to injuries she could not afford to have. Running would be near impossible if the opportunity arrived, and it would leave her weakened beyond the ability to fight back. Salamander would be able to do whatever he wanted to her, and that was without the threat of what he would do to her keys.

A different form of fear crept up like the bile at the back of her throat. Clenching her right hand, she remembered the stories that those she worked with through the years had told her. Injuries to their bodies happened more often than not, and the aches their bones felt when the weather changed had made her heart ache for them. Broken bones never healed properly, and the pain would remain with her for the rest of her life.

Could she risk damaging her dominate hand without a clear way to escape? The one that held her keys as she summoned her friends, the whip she used to fight beside them, the sword and bow she used to have before needing to sell them for a bit of jewel. The hand she used to write her stories.

Would her thumb heal correctly and only minimum pain ghost her for the rest of her life? If it did not heal right, it could be too painful to do anything.

Her lip trembled. Everything that she had done to escape—to stay hidden and just be her own person—had it all truly been for nothing? While she had learned much since running away, and the only course of action she could act on was to remain free as long as possible, there were so many more adventures that she had wanted to experience. Things she had never tried.

“If you ever find yourself stuck,” her mother’s voice echoed in her mind, “remember these fairy tales. They will be your salvation, my little star.”

“They won’t,” she sobbed, gripping the chain in her right hand and letting her body sag. “They were nothing but stories!”

Soft words spoken under starlight and the glow of a fire; every night had been spent cuddled into her mother’s chest as the words of stories danced around them. Daring sword fights, brave adventurers, loyal friends, and creatures long forgotten by normal folk. A book would be chosen and they would read it together, but every so often, her mother would slip out a particular book and lift a finger to her lips.

“Shh,” a smile would grace her lips, “this book is our secret.”

Between those pages, a different sort of tales filled the night. In hushed whispered when her father was off on trips, tales of past wars, dragons who sought the end of humanity and those who stood with them, and people selected by the very gods of their religions fought against others. Even the stars above helped, granting celestial keys to the world and connect the two realms.

“Remember, my star,” her mama’s voice trembled those nights. Very tight and cautious. “Your father would not take too well to know of these stories. That is why we keep them from him.”

“But Mama,” she cuddled against her mother’s chest, feeling the bone-thing body press against her cheek as they huddled under blankets on the couch. “I miss papa.”

“I know, my dearest.” A kiss to her head signaled the start of the next story.

The stories allowed beyond the hush of nightfall were the simple fairy tales that had been a nightly ritual for them. In the beginning, all three of them would cuddle under woolen forts with pillows and chairs that helped keep the structure up. Her parents would laugh as she acted out scenes from the stories.

Some of the stories were of dragons befriending heroes, who later would turn on the poor beast. Others of mice helping women fulfill impossible tasks. Her personal favorites usually had princesses, and when they befriended the dragons who hid in the mountains all alone, her tiny body would jump and cheer.

“Everyone needs a friend, mama!” she’d cry, relieved when the story ended with friendship.

“Yes, my dearest, everyone needs a friend.”

It had taken running away from the only place she had known to realize why her mama had looked so sad when she said those words. The pull of her lips in a smile that cried without the use of tears. A look given to a child who unknowingly had no friends besides a doll named Gonzales with a lovely nickname of Michelle.

Child-like innocence had hidden much of what life had tried to pin her with.

Metal of the ship groaned. Vibrations rippled through the chains down her arm. The air around her paused, and she felt her breath catch at the pressure.

Heat erupted through the darkness and lit it up in an explosion of oranges, reds, and yellows. Pain pierced her eyes at the change of lighting. Clenching them, she pressed her face into her chilled arm and tried to listen beyond the ringing.

Voices loud enough to sound their distress caught her attention, then shouting from people she could only guess were the crew. Had the military become suspicious? When had they entered the hull of the ship? Maybe she had fallen unconscious from her beating or breaking her hand. Whoever had attacked were not pulling their punches, that she knew as another rumble went through the ship and her cage.

Voices crying out and screaming filled the silence the ringing had provided. Some were the frightened calls for help from women. Others full of pain that continued for several minutes or abruptly ended.

Like the winds of a desert, heat pulsed through the bars and swirled through the darkness. It from a relief from the chill of the air that she desperately wished to cling to. If the military were attacking, then they would be providing help to those like her. The moment she could get free and get back to land, she would find a way to slip away.

But her keys, and her bag…her heart clenched at the thought of being completely alone without her spirits. How would she be able to find them?

Something flickered in the space of the cages. A bit of white flashed through again, and her eyes widened. “Happy?” The word caught in her throat, and came out rasped. With nothing to wet her lips, she pressed herself forward, the word less than a wisp of air. “Happy!”

Frantic that the cat would not hear her, she pushed through the pain and numbness that had set into her limbs, and started to clang the chain again the bars above. A loud reverberation traveled down her arm and rang in her ears, but it did exactly what she needed.

“Lu-shee?” Happy halted midair at the new sound. Looking around, he noted that most of the cages in this area were empty compared to the other side, but there had to be someone here. Deciding to investigate the noise instead of wandering mindlessly for a clue where Lucy could be, a large smile lit up his face when he finally saw a cage with someone in it.

“Lucy!” He got right up to the bars and pressed his face in to look through them at her. “Where are your clothes? It’s chilly down where without Natsu!”

She choked back a sob that escaped with her relieved laughter and heaved a sigh of relief. Heat built up behind her eyes and his concerned blue face blurred. “You have…n-no idea how happy I am to see you, Happy!” A well of happiness flooded through her and she wanted to reach out and hug the cat to her.

“We came looking for you when Natsu found your hat!” Placing her pack on the ground, he looked at the lock on the door and tried shaking it open. Nothing rattled or shook. It felt like the door was fused with the rest of the bars and left no clear way to get out. A twinge of fear crept up her spine at the thought of what would have happened if the ship sunk.

Pushing the thought and fear down, she focused on the here and now. That meant getting out of the chains and cage. If Happy could find Salamander and somehow get his bracer from him…a frown pulled at her lips.

No, that would be too tricky and dangerous for him. There were too many variables that could put him at risk. What if Salamander used his charm magic? Could that affect a creature like Happy? She could not be certain, and sometimes even knowing the usage, those rings could pose a serious threat.  

Glancing down at the bag below Happy, a striking familiarity caught her by surprise. Each rip, patch, and stitch down to the mismatched buttons stood out to her. Even the thick leather she had managed to barter for after the bottom of the bag fell out on her. “You found my bag?”

“Of course, we did!” he said with a hiccup of a laugh.

Something glinted on the far edge of the bag and drew her attention away from what he was saying. Scents and Salamander, or something along those lines. Tilting her head for a better look at the items, a hoarse cry fell from her lips. “My keys! Happy, you found my keys!”

Happiness flowed through her like the heat of the sun. The keys her mother had cherished, the only thing she had left besides a journal and her looks, the friends who had stood by her in her need to escape.

Warmth spilled over onto her cheeks and she reached her broken hand out for them. “Please, can you hand me the golden one that looks like an axe?” The urge to request all of them filled her mouth and nearly spilled out. What use would it be to attempt to hold all of them in her broken hand? Enough pain from the beating earlier kept her from reaching out further—a twinge ran down her back from bruises.

Her mind rushed, figuring out what she would need to do to summon her spirit. If she did it in the cage, both of them might be stuck, or her spirit might accidentally hurt her. The spirit with the golden axe happened to be on the larger side.

But—she realized that while the front of the cage happened to be further away from her, that meant the back was closer. Pulling her arm back, another sting of pain shot down her side and into the top part of her thigh, she thrusted her arm out of the bars and held her hand open. “Put it in my hand, and I can get us help!”

There were no objections or words to question her on what she planned, Happy just gathered the keyring in his hand and sorted through silvers and golds until he found one that looked like a weapon once welded by a guildmate.

A warm, familiar hum of magic pulsed up her arm and sent goosebumps over her skin the moment the celestial metal touched her skin. Tears blurred her vision at the soothing nature of each of her spirits pushed through to her. Resolve strengthened, her grip on the key tightened and every ounce of her magical energy pushed toward it.

“Taurus! I call upon thee!”

Along the docks and rows of buildings in Hargeon, crowds gathered to watch the smoking ship just further out of the bay. Concern for those of their community who had gone to party with the Salamander rose. Had something gone wrong with the ship? Would the ship be able to limp back in? Without clearance to bring their ships into bay, or even close to the ship, all the sailors beached that night discussed what they could do to help.

Discussions drifted to faint murmurings above, as a young child stared wide-eyed out the window of their apartment. His mother stood above him, worrying at her nails about her sister’s health who had gone on the party cruise. Only the commotion and the woman’s worry allowed for the young the child to be up so late. In awe, he watched the sky far above and pointed upward, “Mommy! Look at that!”

Heavenly bodies shifted and twisted around the blanket of midnight. Stars radiated and dimmed, pulling some back into the void and others forward toward the earth. Their cosmic dance captivated many onlookers until a constellation gleamed, one out of season and should not be visible for a few months.

The stars that formed above flew together, shattering and shimmering downward. Glitter reflected in the child’s eyes and they watched it seem to touch the ship so many eyes were on before everything settled to normal. A fantastical story only those who had witnessed it would believe.

Within the bowels of the ship, a gust of wind snapped Lucy’s hair around the cage that Happy clung to. A curtain of shimmers stepped forward from the air and heavy hooves sounded on the metal floor. The wind settled and from the shattered stars, strong, fur covered hands grabbed onto the bars of the cage.

Muscles bulged along his arms and chest, both covered by a harness of leather and chain, as he pulled the bars away from each other. Even the muscles in his legs, covered by tight pants that went down to just above where the haunches of his hooves began, flexed with his strength. When one area had been widened, he moved further down until enough space had been made for Lucy to get out, and him to get to her.

Pressing forward, a large, hair covered snout entered the cage and caught sight of Lucy’s form. A snort of anger pushed the large nose ring forward from his snout and his eyes narrowed. “Who do I need to gorge with my horns, Miss Lucy?”

He reached inside, large hands carefully gripping the chain of the remaining cuff and snapped the links apart. Those same furred hands kept her steady and helped her step from the cage onto the floor that bit at her feet.

She pulled in a gasp, hopping between the balls of her feet. Daggers stabbed outwardly, and harsh chills inward. Looking up at Taurus, glancing upon the rack of two large horns swept out on each side of his head—it had always amazed her how they never caught on things—she noticed his own stare over her and remembered her state of dress. Arms crossed over her chest, pushing her breasts inward and her legs clenched together.

His eyes narrowed further. “Where is the bag you carried?”

“Over there,” she pointed to the other side of the cage.

Rivets popped with a loud hiss and metal screeched right into her ear cavity. Before she could register where the noise had come from, Taurus had already torn the cage she had been in from the ground and threw it behind them with a single, uninterested toss. Thunder rattled her bones where hooves met the floor beneath until he snatched the bag—and the cat attached to it—from the floor.

Kneeling down, he picked her up and set her on his knee so her feet would no longer be on the freezing ground. Even with strength that could bend steel apart, every action he made from moving her to opening her bag were careful. An egg could have been inside the bag, and it never would have cracked due to him. He held the bag to her, revealing the clothes she had inside. “You’ll catch a cold if you don’t get something on.”

Worrying her lower lip, she managed to find a large tee-shirt and the cloth pants she wore to bed, “I can wear these.” With a bit of help to keep her feet from touching the ground, both articles of clothing were tugged into place.

Happy landed on her head, staring down into the bag, “What about shoes?”

“I only had the one pair,” she answered, twisting her feet together anxiously.

Taurus and Happy shared a look. Neither seemed keen on letting her walk on her own without some form of protection. Further injury and illness could set in with her current state, and from the blood and bruises that covered her, both understood the risks were higher.

Eyes narrowed in on the other, silently challenging the other. As the air between them grew taunt, Lucy felt the oppressive energy press downward on her. “Could we please talk this out, what ever the issue may be.” Much to her chagrin, neither uttered a word when each put a fist forward and shook them in quick session.

Both hands went flat in the air at the same time. The slowly formed their fists again and shook them in another quick session. The fists stayed, but she suddenly understood what they were doing.

They were settling a decision between boulder, parchment, shears.

Another set of fist shakes, and finally, Happy celebrated his victory with shears defeating Taurus’ parchment. She shook her head and zipped her bag closed. It seemed attracting strange people really was a talent of hers. At least Happy and Natsu seemed to be on her side.

With Happy’s help, the bag slipped over her arms and settled on her shoulders. He came around her front and mumbled something before gathering up what was left of the straps and tied them together across her chest. Little paws worked diligently to make a firm knot that he pulled on until he was satisfied.

“That will keep you from falling out of the straps while I carry you,” he answered her voiceless question and spread his wings wide. “Hold on tight!”

He grabbed the top handle of the bag and flew up easily, lifting her up from Taurus’ leg and keeping her feet from touching the ground. Able to stand again, the bull stood tall and called out his axe from the celestial realm.

“Follow me,” he said and looked at Happy. “No one will get passed my axe or touch Miss Lucy.” A heated snort pushed his nose ring forward, and the amount of muscles that bulged from his muscles made Happy float back a bit. He could not say for sure if anyone he knew had muscles upon muscles.

“Is he always so angry and large?” he asked Lucy in a muted tone.

“He is a bull,” she groaned, wrapping her arms around her sore middle where the straps dug in. “And he is very protective.”

“Then I am glad he’s on our side!”

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Author's Note:

This chapter has been written and gone over for awhile, I just have been struggling with anxiety regarding posting for this fandom for a bit. Not sure why, but I am working on pushing through it to make sure I keep this series up and finish the other stories I have written.

Also, I plan to get to all the reviews that I haven't replied to on AO3 since all of this has taken hold. I appreciate each and every one of you who has left comments and kudos. They make my day when I see them, and if anyone tells you that comments don't mean anything, that is a big fat lie. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

Along with everything, as well, a deep thank you to @theguildawards discord server and everyone I have made friends with there. They are truly some of the most amazing people.

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The Manager (Ghost Fic) Chapter 7

Summary: The Ministry announces an outsider coming to be part of the congregation to help with the Ghost project as a tour manager; little did the Ghoul know; she is nothing like they pictured her or how she'd affect them all.

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Chapter 6

As the large group entered the carnival grounds, they were greeted by a grand entrance adorned with whimsical decorations. The air is filled with the enticing aroma of freshly popped popcorn, cotton candy, and sizzling hot dogs. Laughter and the sound of children's delight can be heard all around.

Strolling through the carnival, they encountered a myriad of attractions. There are classic rides like the Ferris wheel, spinning people high above the ground, offering breathtaking views of the entire carnival. The roller coasters race through thrilling loops and twists, eliciting screams and cheers from the brave riders.

Nearby, Ari found the enchanting carousel, its painted horses bobbing up and down to the melodies of a cheerful calliope and from Aurora's expression on her face, the short bubbly ghoulette wanted a turn immediately despite not being a child as she watched as children's laughter fills the air as they joyfully ride their favorite horses, parents proudly capturing these precious moments as they circled the safety gate.

Somewhere down the lane, the woman spotted various games of skill and chance, where you can try your hand at knocking down targets with a baseball, shooting hoops to win a prize, or popping balloons with darts which Dew and Phantom were betting on who could win the most from those kinds of games. Despite the rough start to the morning, the excitement builds as Ari and the ghouls watch the guests all around them as they compete with friends or family, cheering each other on and celebrating victories with gleeful shouts making the ghouls itch to try; she'd almost believe they've never been to a carnival before but the more she thought about it the more she realized...they probably hadn't or at least not in a very long time making her determined to salvage this day before they had to go perform.

"Let's keep looking around before we decide to go do anything; this place is huge."

Ari gently grabbed Mountain's arm who was standing by watching as a vibrant parade of street performers. Acrobats, jugglers, and magicians captivate the crowd with their astonishing tricks and stunts. She can't help but be amazed by their skills just as much as the peers; it had been such a long time since she'd gone to anything like this - not since she was a little girl.

But not only was this place huge and filled with delightful games to try their hands at Ari had to compel Rain and Aurora from the carnival's plentiful assortment of delicious treats and delicacies as they passed. From sugary funnel cakes dusted with powdered sugar to mouthwatering caramel apples and savory corn dogs, there's something to satisfy every craving she imagined and she knew these ghouls could pack one hell of a meal.

Finally pausing the group in a clear spot she examined their wide eyes and excited faces like toddlers having free range to their favorite toys and games, and well she couldn't help but smile too to see them so happy. Digging into her purse she grabbed a few envelopes handing each ghoul their own before holding up a finger.

"I already withdrew some cash from the ATM at the entrance while everybody was in line. You guys have $100 each to do as you please. Some of these games need tickets while others need actual money, so spend wisely; you can always go over there to that booth to buy more tickets if there is something you want to do that needs them as payment but until then here is this as well to help you along." she dug into her purse again and unraveled a roll up ring of red paper tickets and tore off 30 a piece of each of them.

"Ari~" Aurora clapped excitedly as she took them. "Thank you so much!" she smiled.

Ari returned it and nodded. "I know you guys don't have fun like kids very often so have at it. Just make sure to stay with the buddy system and call if you need anything. We have a few hours before we have to be on the road to the venue for sound check." she warned.

"You're the best!" the multi-ghoulette hugged her quickly before grabbing Cumulus and Cirrus by the arms to drag them away.

"I'm hitting the shooting game over there. You coming Phantom? I'll wipe your ass in a game." Swiss threw a thumb over his shoulder with a mischievous grin and Phantom returned it with a cocky one of his own.

"You wish, bitch. Bring it!" the pair walked off and Ari watched with amusement.

"If it's okay, I'm going to go grab a snack from one of the vendors! I don't think I've ever had a funnel cake before." Rain said biting his lip as he eyed the stand.

"Go have fun. Oh, and try those fried Oreos; they're pretty good too." Ari encouraged waving him off. Mountain ended up being dragged away by Rain as the water ghoul chatted his ear off about some sugary goodness.

That left Copia and Dewdrop with Ari. The former looked rather displeased and the latter bored as he stood with his arms crossed.

"What's that face for?" Ari sighed as she saw Copia staring down at the envelope of money and roll of tickets in his hand. But she already knew what he was going to say.

"This is a lot of money..."

"It is, but I don't mind. You pay more than enough to cover the balance." Ari replied before slanting a look at Dewdrop who was staring at the two with a look that screamed he was done with this topic.

"Copia...look." Ari sighed as she gently grabbed his arms; her face sincere and warm but resigned as she scanned his makeup-less face.

"I love you guys. And I promise I'm not breaking my bank account by spoiling you. I suppose my issue with your problem with me spending my money comes from a direction where someone dictated what I should use my money for. Your my friends and I want you guys to have fun; think outside the box and live a little every once in a while. I love the fact I can make the ghouls happy and hopefully make you happy too. Not just from my skill as a manager for you guys but as a friend. I feel as if you wrap yourself around work and tours that you've forgotten to have fun. When I took this job I promised you I would rather make memories and get to know you and the ghouls on a personal level - you guys are important to me and I want to make sure that you understand where I'm coming from so we don't have any more issue okay?" she searched his face as he said nothing for a long moment.

When she feared he may not say anything at all she finally noticed his shoulders slump and he nodded. "Si tesero. si. I understand." he finally replied and gave her a small smile before pulling her into a hug.

"Just don't think we want you to spend your time and money on us like this all the time."

Ari smiled hugging him back with a tight squeeze. "I won't do it all the time but this is what friends do for each other. And believe it or not...I don't have many." she peered up at him and he smiled slightly as he let her go.

"Alright then." he nodded before glancing up at one of the roller coasters.

The woman laughed a bit and nudged him. "Don't think I'm getting on one of those death traps. I'll mill around, maybe try my hand at getting Rain a goldfish or something." she chuckles. "Go enjoy yourself Papa."

He gave her a nod before heading away and the woman turned to Dewdrop with a raised brow. "What about you? What are you planning on doing?" she asked cocking her head before pointing over towards the stall Swiss and Phantom were gathering a crowd watching their competitive display.

"They seem like they are having some fun." she commented.

He watched her a long moment before he turned and pointed to the biggest attraction in the carnival - the Ferris wheel. She blinked at him before shrugging.

"Go on then."

"And leave you alone?" he snorted.

"I came here for you guys to enjoy yourself." Ari huffed playfully and plonked her butt onto a nearby bench behind them.

"You're part of this group, you deserve to have some fun too. Come on. It's boring to go on those things alone." Dew didn't wait for her reaction as he grabbed her wrist and dragged her back to her feet before heading for the ferris wheel line.

"Dew! I...I don't do heights." she hissed nervously looking up at the slowly turning wheel.

He smirked. "Scared?"

"Terrified." she wasn't even joking. Her hands were clammy and cold but she didn't miss the way Dewdrop seemed to sidle closer to her; his long guitarist fingers rubbing along the exposed skin of her wrist where he held it whether consciously or subconsciously at his gesture helped soothe her a little bit.

When it came time for them to board she gripped the railings so tightly her knuckles turned white and she stared down at her feet; a small whimper escaped her when the basket jolted upwards inch by inch when others went on below them.

"Hey, look. You are missing the best part." Dewdrop nudged her and she peeked an eye open at him to give him a glare.

"I rather not have a panic attack thank you very much I'm good staring at my feet." she hissed

The fire ghoul rolled his eyes at her and leaned back on the bench as he stared out at the view as they climbed higher in the sky. He could hear her muttering to herself; giving herself a pep talk to calm down - it kind of amused him seeing her so fragile for once and he found himself staring more at Ari than at the view.

And without thinking; he acted.

"Hey, Ari."

At the sound of his voice, the woman turned to look at him only to have a hand grip her jaw and pull her closer. Before she could even blink or take a breath she felt soft lips pressing against her own. Her eyes widened in shock when her brain slowly caught up with her to realize Dewdrop was kissing her.

It wasn't something she expected. Wasn't something she imagine ever to happen but her body reacted and her eyes slid closed of their own accord and she leaned into him; her fingers leaving the railing in favor of gripping his T-shirt to pull him closer until suddenly she lay on her back with him hovering over her.

The kiss had started innocently enough. Just a press of lips against each other but something sparked the longer the contact lasted and before she knew it his lips parted; guiding her own to do the same until she felt the wet glide of his tongue sliding into her mouth to meet her own tentative one. One long kiss turned into two and from there, her mind went hazy as her arms wrapped around his neck to hold him closer as his mouth moved against hers.

She didn't even register that she was high up in the sky right now in a metal bucket overlooking the view of the carnival as she felt her body heat up whether from her own reaction to the kiss or from Dewdrop's inhuman body heat as he pressed closer; his entire body - lean but strong pinned her down to the cushion of the bench as his lips tore from hers to trail along her jawline making her breath hitch as she felt him place wet open mouth kisses along her neck; his fingers leaving the grip they had on her waist to yank down the collar of her turtle neck sweater to give him more access to her pale skin.

"D-Dew..." she gripped the back of his shirt with trembling fingers.

The sound of her voice seemed to pull them both from the haze of whatever the hell this was and the man pulled back to look down at her; his blue eyes - so human unlike the orange glow of hellfire she was used to stared down at her with a look that was foggy and unfocused; she probably didn't look any better either as she stared back up at him with glassy half lidded eyes.

"Fuck." he cursed as he pulled himself from above her leaving her suddenly cold from the lack of his body's warmth as he took his place on the farthest side of the bench away from her and running his fingers through his long hair.

"Shit Ari. I'm sorry...I just..." he cleared his throat watching as she slowly got up off her back and pulled her shirt that had ridden up from his roaming hands back down to cover herself and fixed her hair.

"It's okay..." she swallowed looking away from him and out the window realizing they were descending back to the ground.

The cabin was filled with awkwardness as it finally stopped moving and the door opened to reveal the attendant who allowed them off the ferris wheel. Ari didn't look at anybody; afraid that if she did they'd be able to tell right away what had happened up there; but what had really happened? What was that all about anyway? She couldn't wrap her head around it.

When they got off; feet firmly planted on the ground once more a flood of relief rushed through her when she spotted Cumulus and Cirrus back at the spot they'd split up at and without a word rushed towards them with quick steps feeling her heart pounding in her chest.

"Hey, enjoying the fair?" she asked trying to put a smile on her face.

"Definitely! Want some?" Cirrus held out a stick of cotton candy she and Cumulus were sharing.

"Oh, thanks!" Ari grabbed a chunk of the fluffy candy floss and popped it into her mouth; sighing when it melted on her tongue with its sugary taste.

"Man it's been so long since I've had this stuff." she pulled off another small chunk; nibbling on it idly with her teeth as she caught the sight of Dew passing to join Mountain and Rain who were at the goldfish stand as the Earth Ghoul tried to win his packmate a little friend.

"What's that look for honey?" Cumulus touched Ari's shoulder making her jump in surprise not realizing she'd been staring so hard.

"Hmm? Oh, I'm fine!" the smile on her face was fake as fuck and she knew the women didn't buy it.

Seemingly understanding something the ghoulette's pulled Ari away from the earshot of their packmates and headed for a little merch stall to browse some cute items.

"What happened? Did Dew say something? We saw you guys get off the Ferris wheel together." Cumulus murmured as she browsed through some T-shirts.

"Dew kissed me." the manager blurted out causing the others to turn their heads so hard she was afraid they'd snap their spines.

"He did what?!" Cirrus gaped.

Ari covered her face with her hands and let out a shuddered breath. "Dew...kissed me." her gaze met the others as she lifted a hand to touch her lips as realization dawned on her face.

"And I think...I think I like it."

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Chapter 8

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We’re Burned For Better - Chapter Seven

Chapter 7

The next morning, Aelora awoke early.

Everyone had. Nobody could sleep well, knowing that she would be shipped off to King’s Landing soon. Each day waiting for Aegon’s reply was an anxious one. Aelora was like a ghost, walking through the halls like she was already gone.

Rhaenyra could hardly look at her without feeling complete and utter shame, but she forced herself to, knowing she’d regret it when Aelora was gone.

The family spent each day like it was their last together. And it was.

Late one evening, a raven came from King’s Landing a fortnight after Rhaenyra sent her terms. It had the King’s Seal. The writing was sloppily scrawled upon the scroll, the handwriting familiar to Aelora. It read,

“To my sister who calls herself Queen, I have an answer to your proposal.

Aelora Velaryon comes, and the fighting stops.

For now.

She is hereby betrothed to Aemond Targaryen, and will bear his name upon their marriage. The council has decided that they will marry on the steps of the Sept, in front of the masses.

The union will unite our house once more in the eyes of the realm.

She will be treated well, if all who are involved cooperates. Fill your end of the terms, and there will be no conflict.

I’m expecting her arrival within the week, or I will send the Iron Fleet. It would serve you well to not disappoint me or keep me waiting.

To Aelora, you know what is right, and you know what you must do. I will see you soon.”

- Aegon Targaryen

Aelora was called to her Mother’s chambers that evening, where she and Daemon were waiting for her. Rhaenyra handed her the scroll, letting her read it.

Aelora glanced at it, before scoffing sadly. “They’re taking my name, too.”

“Don’t forget who else bears the name Targaryen,” Daemon said, laying his hand on her shoulder. “It is your Mother’s name, just as it is mine. You’ll bear it as a symbol of your Queen. It doesn’t have to be a symbol of him.”

“Your brother will be called Targaryen when he succeeds me,” Rhaenyra added.

Aelora nodded, although she was beginning to see that it may be becoming an improbable possibility.

It was decided by Lord Corlys and her Grandsire when he was King that Rhaenyra’s first heir would be born with the name Velaryon, after Laenor. When the heir sat upon the Iron Throne, they would be recorded in the histories as a Targaryen.

That fate was supposed to fall on Jacaerys, as he is the firstborn male. Aelora secretly hoped that it still would, but she also prepared herself for the other possibility that it wouldn’t.

“It isn’t just that my name will change,” Aelora confessed, sighing. “Everything is changing. I just returned home to you, and now I have to go back.”

Rhaenyra pulled her daughter into her arms, holding her tight.

“It won’t be for long, my dear. I promise. We will come get you when the time is right. Everyone, including your brother. For now, you have to be brave. You have to do what you can to make it through.”

“If there’s any truth to his words, they won’t hurt you. If that little bastard has even a shred of honor, he’ll keep you safe,” Daemon said, jaw clenched at the thought of Aegon and the Greens.

“We’ve already begun planning a way to take back the city. That’s why Jacaerys returned to Winterfell. Cregan Stark has bent the knee, he’s on our side. And Daemon is right. Aegon asked for you personally. Use that to your advantage. Lean into it.”

Aelora sighed, taking a deep breath. “I have Meraxes. She’ll keep me company. And Helaena and her children, I know none of this is their fault. She’ll be a true friend to me, she has no great loyalty for her own side.”

Daemon pulled her into a hug, muttering into her hair. “You can do this, tala. You’re so brave. We’ll be back for you before you know it.”

“I’ll send word that you’re on your way,” Rhaenyra decided, picking up a blank scroll and a quill. “They’ll be alerted and await your arrival.”

—

The next morning, Aelora stood at the top of the hill on the backside of the castle, her family behind her.

She was wearing one of her finest dresses, despite about to be riding on dragonback. She had to look her best, considering she’d be in the presence of the new King soon. But more so, she refused to look subdued. She wore a brilliant red, the color of her Mother’s house, and she held her head up high with pride.

Meraxes had been saddled and was ready to be taken, waiting patiently at the edge of the cliff.

Rhaenyra and Daemon stood further back, with little Aegon and Viserys at their side. Aelora smiled sadly at her family, hugging them each tightly.

“Behave for Mother, boys,” Aelora said, ruffling their hair. “I’ll come back if I hear word that you’re misbehaving. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”

“No,” Aegon babbled, hugging Aelora’s legs.

“That’s right,” she smiled.

Daemon took a step forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “We’ll send some of your things by ship. You can expect them shortly after your arrival.”

Aelora nodded gratefully, turning to her Mother.

Rhaenyra hadn’t said a word, her eyes brimming with tears. She was trying so hard to be strong for her daughter. It tore Aelora’s heart into pieces, seeing how hurt her Mother was. She wrapped her arms around her again, and Rhaenyra clutched her daughter tightly to her chest.

“I love you, my girl. More than anything.”

“I love you, Mother,” Aelora murmured, squeezing her tight before letting go. “I’ll be alright. I promise.”

Rhaenyra wiped angry tears from her cheeks, bending down to collect her children. “I’m sorry, darling. I don’t think I can take watching you leave. I’ll see you soon.”

With that, she turned around and hurried towards the castle doors, not turning back around once. A single tear fell down Aelora’s cheek as she watched her Mother go.

Daemon stayed behind, giving her a solemn look.

“Go ahead, darling. I’ll stay here. Right here, until I can’t see you past the horizon any longer.”

Aelora took a deep breath, nodding. She turned to mount Meraxes, climbing up and onto the saddle. She strapped herself in, leaning down to feel the muscles along Meraxes’s spine flex as she stood.

“Jikagon, Merakses. Sōvegon!”

Go, Meraxes. Fly!

Meraxes leapt into the sky, soaring into the clouds. Aelora held on as she leveled out, watching Meraxes fully extend her wings to their great width. When she finally had the strength to turn around and look back at Dragonstone, the castle was no longer in sight.

Daemon, and Dragonstone…her home. She couldn’t see them anymore.

Aelora quickly turned around, trying not to think about it. “Issa sepār ao se nyke, ñuha riña. Ao se nyke.”

It’s just you and me, my girl. You and me.

—

Aelora relished in her time in the skies, dreading what was waiting for her when she’d finally land.

Normally, the trip from Dragonstone to King’s Landing was grueling. Aelora only ever did it to see her Mother while she still lived at the Keep. If it weren’t for how much she wanted to see her family every few months, she never would have made the trip. But now, it was like the flight couldn’t take long enough. She flew Meraxes at a steady speed, taking her time.

It was almost peaceful.

The air was fresher at that height, and Aelora breathed in deep, taking it in. She ran her fingertips along Meraxes’s spine, grounding herself. It was the last few hours she had alone.

She might as well enjoy them.

—

When Aelora caught a glimpse of King’s Landing through the clouds, she thought she was going to be sick.

Meraxes seemed to sense it, letting out a shrill roar into the sky.

Aelora could see the guards at the watchtowers run to alert the troops, preparing for her arrival. She decided to land on the beach of Blackwater Bay, not wanting to land near the Dragonpit. Meraxes couldn’t fit in there anyways.

She’d just have to trek through the city she thought she wouldn’t have to return to, at least not for a long time.

Meraxes settled onto the beach near the entrance to where the ships would dock, where a gravel hill winding all the way up to Keep started.

It was near where Laena Velaryon’s funeral had been held, all those years ago.

Because of the sheer size of her, half of Meraxes was still in the water. Aelora slid down her side, careful to climb down where her feet would meet sand. She ran a hand along Meraxes’s cheek, thanking her, before turning to face the castle.

Aelora took a few steps forward, moving to stand at the base of the walkway. She waited a while as she uneasily looked around, unsure of what to do.

Suddenly, the distant marching feet of the Kingsguard could be heard. The banner of the green three headed dragon was what Aelora saw first, then a flash of silver hair. She felt her heart sink at the sight of it, taking an involuntary step back.

Her family came out in a line, one after the other as they were guided by the Kingsguard.

First, Aegon, right behind Ser Criston. Then Alicent, the Queen Mother, who was followed closely by Otto, the Hand. Helaena, the new Queen, came next. She was wearing a crown Aelora had never seen before. Then, all the way in the back of the line…Aemond reluctantly followed.

Aelora felt like she was going to pass out.

She had prepared herself for seeing the city again. She knew she’d have to see people like Aegon and Alicent again, and she had already accepted that.

What she hadn’t prepared herself for was coming face to face with the man responsible for her brother’s death. The man who she once loved more than anyone else in the whole world. The man who now filled her with an indescribable rage. But it wasn’t just rage. It was an aching sorrow, too. Sowed into the very fibers of her being. That night had forever changed her. And Aelora was beginning to think that nothing would ever be right again.

A tear slipped down her cheek before she could stop it from falling.

Aegon finally made it down the path, shooing his guards away from her. Meraxes snarled as he approached, but Aelora calmed her with a wave of her hand.

“Princess,” Aegon said, reaching for her hand. Aelora reluctantly let him take it. Gently, he wiped away the tear with his thumb, not missing how Aelora flinched.

“My Prince,” she finally replied, narrowing her eyes at him. “Excuse me…Your Grace.”

Aegon grinned at her fire, patting her hand with his. “Glad to have you back. My sister has been eagerly awaiting your arrival.”

Aelora glanced over at Helaena, who was giving her a sad smile. Aelora smiled in return, easing at the sight of one of the few friends she had left in the city. She turned her focus back to Aegon, who’s eyes had softened on her.

It unnerved her, and she quickly shifted the conversation back on topic.

“I’ve missed her dearly. I hope I can be of some service to her. That is why I’m here, right? To act as a handmaiden? Or was it you that wanted me.”

Aegon took in her words, a grin growing on his face. “No. Unless that is what you want. I'd certainly accept you as my personal handmaiden.”

Aelora glared, and Aegon nodded, nearly smirking.

“That’s what I thought. No, Aelora, you’re not here to be a handmaiden. To me, or to Helaena. But you are here to be a friend to her, and an advisor to me. Despite the low opinion of me I know you must have, I am not a fool. I know I am not fit to be King, not just yet. You’re going to help me.”

Aelora raised a brow. “Why would I be of any help?”

“Because you’re no fool either, Aelora. You were raised by my sister, who has lived more than half her life preparing for the throne. She prepared you and Jacaerys well enough.”

Aegon seemed to shrink under her stare, suddenly feeling vulnerable. Aelora watched as he shifted on his heels, wringing his hands together. His voice was soft.

“And…I respect you. You’re clever, which you’ve proved many times at my own expense.”

Aelora nearly smiled, remembering all the times she had a laugh over Aegon doing something idiotic and it backfiring on him. Her smile fell as she remembered who she was normally doing all the laughing with.

“That’s not the only reason I’m here, remember?” She asked. “I am to be married.”

“Yes…there’s that.”

Aelora nodded, fighting the tears that welled in her eyes. “May I go, Your Grace? As much as I appreciate you all making the trip out here to greet me, I’ve had a long journey. Meraxes needs to rest.”

“About that,” he said, making Aelora’s face fall further. “I cannot allow you to keep her here.”

Aelora felt her throat dry, the words caught deep in her throat. “What? Why?”

“She rivals that of Vhagar, and she only answers to you. While you are not my prisoner, I cannot allow you to leave. I’d be a fool to allow her to stay. For all I know, you could try and burn down the Keep and escape in the night.”

Aelora scoffed. “I wouldn’t do that. Unlike some people I know, my word matters to me. I made a promise to come here, and I came, did I not? I won’t leave.”

Aegon was quiet a moment, seeming to soften. Otto suddenly came to his side, whispering in his ear. Aegon’s face hardened once more, and he turned back to Aelora.

“I’m sorry. I can’t risk it. I have more people than me to think about now. You must send her away. I’ll give you a moment.”

Aelora felt her heart break as he retreated, leaving her to turn around to face Meraxes. She thought about fulfilling Aegon’s fears, burning the lot of them down so she could return home to her Mother. She thought about ending the war just as soon as it started.

But that wouldn’t end well, would it? Somehow, she’d still lose. What other option did she have, other than to turn Meraxes away?  

Aelora gazed up at Meraxes, running her hand along her snout. Meraxes bristled, leaning into her rider’s touch. Aelora rested her cheek against Meraxes’s skin, whispering to her.

“Emā naejot jikagon, ñuha riña. Ao daor umbagon.”

You have to go, my girl. You cannot stay.

Meraxes let out a shrill whine, standing tall. The guards quickly moved to block Aegon and draw their swords, but Aelora held up her arms, standing in front of Meraxes.

“No! No, leave her be. I’ve got her…just give me a minute.”

Aelora turned back to Meraxes, pulling on her reins. She spoke through her tears.

“Merakses, kostilus. Ao daor umbagon. Kesan ūndegon ao arlī, nyke kivio ao. Yn emā naejot jikagon. Jikagon, Merakses! Sōvegon!”

Meraxes, please. You cannot stay. I will see you again, I promise you. But you have to go. Go, Meraxes! Fly!

Meraxes roared, but listened, lifting into the air. She soared into the sky, her wings sending a gust of wind towards the beach. Everyone shielded their face, taking a step back. She circled once more, longfully looking at Aelora, before turning for the horizon.

Aelora turned away, unable to watch her go. She felt a pit in her stomach begin to grow, feeling the anger that was coursing through her dragon.

She tried to ignore it, walking back up the beach. She stopped just as she reached Otto, turning to look at him. He smirked, sending a fiery rage throughout her body. She glared, brushing past him.

Alicent greeted her first. “Welcome back, my dear. I am truly sorry it has come to this. I hope you will have an easy time adjusting.”

“Thank you, Your Grace,” Aelora replied, although her words felt hollow. She was beginning to feel empty, like she was just a shell of her old self.

She moved on to Helaena, bowing her head when she reached her. “My Queen.”

Helaena took Aelora’s hands in hers, giving them a squeeze. “You don’t have to call me that, Aelora. I know I am not your Queen.”

“If anyone is deserving of the title, it’s you,” Aelora smiled, feeling her heart warm at Helaena’s kindness.

“Thank you, Princess,” Helaena grinned. “I’ll take you for a ride on Dreamfyre, if you’d like. Any time you want.”

Aelora couldn’t help but pull Helaena into a quick hug, squeezing her tight. “Thank you, Your Grace.”

There was only one person left in the lineup. The one person that Aelora least wanted to see. And by the looks of it, Aemond felt the same. He could hardly look at her as she approached him, her head held high. Aelora refused to show him just how much he affected her.

“My Prince.”

Aemond finally met her eyes, and she held her breath, waiting for him to speak. His eyes softened on her only for a moment, before returning to a cold and hardened stare.

“You are just perpetually unlucky, aren’t you?”

Aelora couldn’t muster the right words to say, only giving him a sad smile.

“It’s a real talent of mine.”

—

Aelora returned to her old chambers as quickly as she could.

The second she evaded everyone and shut the door behind her, she slid down the base of it, covering her eyes with the heels of her hands. She let out an angry cry, no longer able to stop the tears from falling.

She thought she heard footsteps and covered her mouth to stifle the sobs, praying that whoever it was would just go away.

Gods forbid it be Aemond, coming to catch her while she was in tears.

Aelora stayed quiet until she was sure that whoever it was that passed, before standing, brushing off her skirts.

“I am my Mother’s child,” she muttered to herself. “I will not bend.”

Wiping the tears away from under her eyes, she prepared herself for bed, turning down her sheets and stripping into her night shift. Just as she was about to crawl into bed, exhausted from the day's events, she heard scratching at the bottom of the door.

She furrowed her brows, slowly coming to put her ear against the doorframe. “Hello?”

A tiny little meow was heard, and Aelora immediately opened the door.

“Fynn!”

She scooped the cat up into her arms, ruffling his fur. He purred, leaning into her chest before crawling up to sit on her shoulder.

“Look how big you’ve gotten,” Aelora said, scratching behind his ears. “You’ve been fed well, I see.”

Aelora thought of Aemond, who had told her he’d take care of Fynn. He had made good on his promise, that was clear enough. Fynn closed his one eye, happily purring.

Aelora scooped him off her shoulder, crawling into bed.

“You’re staying with me tonight. We’ll walk together in the morning, alright?”

As she settled into the sheets, Fynn crawled up to burrow into the pillow next to her, curling into himself as he shut his eye for the night. Aelora smiled at the sight, letting out a content sigh.

The last time she’d returned to King’s Landing, she had cried herself to sleep the first night.

Of course, Aemond was there to console her. Tonight, she didn’t know where he was. It was probably better that she didn’t. She pushed the thought out of her head, attempting to clear her mind.

Aelora closed her eyes for the night, listening to the soft snores of little Fynn, who was fast asleep next to her.

—

A/N - I’m back! Thank you for being patient, I hope you enjoyed the new update, let me know what you thought. More to come soon!

#we’re burned for better #in my feels probably #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond targaryen x aelora velaryon #aemond x aelora #aemond x oc #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen fic #hotd #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon #game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones imagine #chapter 7

[subukunojess]

DJTober 2023: A Monthly Fan Creation Challenge

Introducing, a new Fan Art/Fan Fiction Challenge for the Month of October 2023!

Links: Archive of Our Own and Spotify Playlist.

I always like monthly fanfiction and fan art challenges in certain months that create new work and get the creative flow going. So I decided I wanted to make my own challenge that anyone could join.

Information and Text version of Prompts under the cut:

So what is DJTober? It is a challenge where you can draw or write based on random songs and verses as the daily prompts. I picked the name because it was different and I think Songtober was already taken. You can either post fan art or write fanfic or create a gif or anything that you feel like creating! Will this be a thing? Who knows? Will I make a side blog for this? It depends. Either way, I'm going to try this challenge myself and share it with others.

A couple of things to note:

In order for me to see your work on your platform (either Tumblr or AO3), please use the tags: #DJTober and #DJTober2023.

You can write a one-shot or multiple chapters, one fandom or multiple, and dark/whump/NSFW are allowed as well. Just make sure to tag appropriately and be mindful of triggers/content warnings.

Having said that, I do not allow things like pedophilia or similar in the works. I will immediately remove it and/or take drastic measures if need be.

Your fic can either be inspired by the song itself or by the suggested verse in the picture, or a different lyric of your choice. You can even have someone say the lyric in a quote. Your fic does not have to be a songfic.

You do not have to go in order of the list and you can start as early or late as you want. Just be aware that the collection that is opened now will remain unmoderated until the end of the first week of November.

Without further ado, here are the prompts:

Life's no fun without a good scare. (This Is Halloween from Nightmare Before Christmas)

2) All of your time spent keeps us alive. (Larger Than Life by Backstreet Boys)

3) Think of it as my desire for you. (Chant from Hadestown)

4) Tell me you love me in private. (Montero (Call Me By Your Name) by Lil Nas X)

5) I'm wearing my heart like a crown, pretending that you're still around. (The Great Pretender by The Platters)

6) I'm far renowned in the underground and you can't take that from me. (Land of the Dead by Voltaire)

7) Because you're mine. (I Put A Spell On You, either Screamin' Jay Hawkins or the Hocus Pocus version)

8) No one else takes care of me. (Independent Women, pt 1 by Destiny's Child)

9) Just what to do. Help them to help you. (The Pitiful Children from Be More Chill)

10) Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth. (Teeth by 5 Seconds of Summer)

11) Go ahead and kick it up a notch if your life is at a level too low. (Kick It Up A Notch from Starkid's Starship)

12) Don't have the heart to live in the fast lane. (Worthless from The Brave Little Toaster)

13) And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike. (Thriller by Michael Jackson)

14) May your feet serve you well and the rest be sent to Hell. (Let's Kill Tonight by Panic! At The Disco)

15) This plant is talking to you. (Sominex/Suppertime II from Little Shop of Horrors)

16) Your beauty never ever scared me. (Mary on a Cross by Ghost)

17) Music and passion were always the fashion at the Copa. Don't fall in love. (Copacabana by Barry Manilow)

18) Part of life's eternal rhyme. (Mother Earth and Father Time from Charlotte's Web)

19) You can't reason with a headless man. (The Headless Horseman, any version)

20) With a taste of poison paradise. (Toxic by Britney Spears)

21) Ain't it the sweetest noises in town, that beautiful sound? (That Beautiful Sound from Beetlejuice the Musical)

22) What you gon' do when there's blood in the water? (Blood // Water by grandson)

23) Because a caricature is all they know. (Candle Queen by Ghost and Pals)

24) If you stay close to me in my dreams tonight. (Dreams to Dream from American Tail: Fieval Goes West)

25) Don't ever laugh as a hearse goes by. (The Hearse Song, any version)

26) We're hand to hand, chest to chest, and now, we're face to face. (Don't Stop the Music by Rihanna)

27) Would you please send directions on how I can get where you are? (T.E.A.M./The Baseball Game from You're A Good Man, Charlie Brown)

28) Sip the gossip, drink til you choke. (Gossip by Maneskin)

29) So sweet. So cold. So fair. (St. James Infirmary by Cab Calloway)

30) Every day, I'll take you higher and I'll never let you fall. (Let Me Be Your Wings from Thumbelina)

31) Writer's Choice/Request/Free Space (You can either choose a favorite song of your own, request a song on your blog for others to suggest, or use this as a free space/day to write whatever you want).

If you have any additional questions, feel free to contact me. Please reblog to spread the word!

#DJTober #DJTober2023 #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #fan art #challenge #song #music #verse #prompt #october #I jut noticed now that I spelled notch wrong oops #I already picked a song for my free space #it's on the playlist #I'm hoping to add to the playlist for all other choice songs someone comes up with #please reblog and spread the word #more detailed rules are on the AO3 collection #if you have questions please ask me

[jatp-adventevent]

JatP Advent Event 2022

🎄 Once Upon a Phantom ⛄  A Christmas Advent

Even if it’s a even later to launch it than last year, here is a JatP Advent Event for 2022! Posting will start 1st December and will end 31th December (or even in january if you want!) ~ But you can post whenever you want, or even use last year’s prompts. You can add last year prompt in either 2012 or 2022 AO3 collections, just use the 2022 tag, so I can still share them here!

How does it work?

This is pretty simple: you have prompts for each day and you can post whatever you feel like creating for this day. You don’t have to do all days, and can post as many things as you want per day. Arts, Fics (Drabbles, One Shot, Long, Multi Chapters, Sonfic, no limit), Graphics/Gifs or even Playlist, Moodboard or whatever you can imagine (even cakes), you can post it. The only rule is it has to be JatP themed.You are also free to not post them on the right day of course.

This year, there is one prompt each 5 days or so. All other days are filled with asks, but once again, feel free to do whatever you want, it’s just for fun, there is no real rule for what you really have to write.

Don’t forget trigger warnings and use proper tagging, so it can be safe and enjoyable for everyone!

AO3 collection: Jatp Advent Event 2022

Please, use the tag #JatPAdvent2022, so we can share your work and you can @ this blog too ~

If you have any question, feel free to contact us!

Day 1 – Ghost in Boots Presents & Wrapping, Make a Wish, Love & Dreams

Day 2 – What’s on their Santa’s Whishlist?

Day 3 – Who is the best at wrapping present?

Day 4 – Any OTP or cute love headcanon for Christmas to share?

Day 5 – The Dorky Duckling Ugly Sweater, Snow & Ice, Fireplace, Snowmen & Yeti

Day 6 – Who has the worst Ugly Sweater?

Day 7 – Who like Christmas the most and the lest?

Day 8 – Who loves the snow and who’d rather be warm?

Day 9 – Do they believed in the Yeti or elves?

Day 10 – The Guitarist of Hamelin Children & Toys, Music & Jingle Bells, Lost

Day 11 – What did they had for Christmas as child?

Day 12 – What’s their favorite Christmas song?

Day 13 – Best and worst Christmas Memories?

Day 14 – Anything they lost on Christmas or any lost Christmas present?

Day 15 – Little Gay Riding Hood Decorating, Into the Wood, Baking Time, Christmas Tree

Day 16 – Who does the Cookies and Gingerbread House?

Day 17 – Queer Day, for any Queer Headcanon!

Day 18 – How would their Christmas tree(s) looks like?

Day 19 – Who is afraid of the Santa Claus?

Day 20 – The Phantom of the Orpheum Insecurities & Fear, Fabulous Outfits, Showtime, Yule Ball

Day 21 – What do they wear on Christmas eve?

Day 22 – Who do they take at the Yule Ball?

Day 23 – What are their worst insecurities (on Christmas or not)?

Day 24 – The Brave Little Skater Courage, Ice skating, Dancing

Day 25 – Bonus: Free Day!

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp-prompt #jatpadvent2022 #jatpadventevent2022 #I'm not even sure of what I'm doing this year #it's really quick but it's for people whom what something for this year #I hope you'll be mode inspired than me and I hope you'll have fun! #Happy creating everyone!

[thinkingaboutlifefornow]

The brave little ghost

Slow burner, Bucky x Stark!reader

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

#bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky fanfiction #bucky x female reader #bucky x hydra!reader #bucky x reader #bucky x stark!reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #winter solider x reader #the winter soldier

[the-stray-storyteller]

Characters Out Of Context

Tagged by the lovely @isabellebissonrouthier

Tagging : @avocado-frog @aohendo @on-noon @bookish-galaxy @ehlaaaaaaaa

Rules:

Include one character quote — of your choosing ⁠— from each chapter of your WIP (or as many chapters as you'd like).

Give absolutely no context, save for what's between two parts of an interrupted sentence, should that occur. You may mention who said it.

Have fun, no pressure!

Gonna go with my very first (and dead) WIP called Trinity since that has the most chapters and I feel like the out of context dialogues would be hilarious. That and I am feel nostalgic.

@usernamewastaken (it is only fair if I tag my old writing partner who I collaborated with for Trinity)

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Chapter 1 : “I’ve caught a FRIEND!!!! A LIVE ONE TOO can you believe it??”

Chapter 2 : “Shhhhhhhhhh! There’s a corpse walking on stage. Watch. I think He’s going to speak. Is speaking now” she said as she clapped a hand on my mouth.

Chapter 3 : “Who? Do they at least have cookies? Please tell me they have cookies.”

Chapter 4: “Oh yeah I just climbed that tree over there.”

Chapter 5: “Back to the principal topic, anyone else getting Captain Underpants,Professor “P” vibes for the principal’s name?”

Chapter 6: “Spongebob Squarepants. He was asking for the library card.”

Chapter 7: “Did you know the trickster god Loki is tied to a rock with ropes made of his son's intestines for poking Baldur with a mistletoe dart?”

Chapter 8: “They apparently don't use the oil lamps, guess they are only for decor.”

Chapter 9: “The door has lost the battle against the brave Aidene Rayners but the war is coming,”

Chapter 10: “PUNCH HIM! PUNCH HIM!”

Chapter 11:“Darlin’ this ain’t no act”

Chapter 12: “I can punch Roy. Then he will have something against me”

Chapter 13: “Aidene said you were like a ghost. So where would you be?”

Chapter 14: ( know it is only one quote but the first two are a packaged deal and I couldn't leave out the third)

“We will catch you,” Aidene said, luckily not as loudly.

“No we won't,” Penelope said.

2. “I prefer high maintenance with a talent to over exaggerate actions for absolutely no reason,”

Chapter 15: “OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH! I AM A GHOST RAT,”

Chapter 16: (since we are on the topic of ghosts)

“Hickory Dickery dock the ghost went in the house,

The clock struck one and the ghost killed one hickery dickery dock

Tic toc, tic toc,” I sang.

Chapter 17: “Cobwebs… more cobwebs… huh…  Hi there little spider,

Chapter 18: “It’s a girls dormitory and...I am a boy,”

Chapter 19: “You guys look like you are about to declare war over the dorm,”

Chapter 20: “Wait. Wait . Wait. Why do I have to go with the irritating one,” she complained.

Chapter 21: “Had his judicial, what?”

Chapter 22: “That would be the signal,” I said under my breath.

Chapter 23: “LET’S BURN THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND,” she made her voice sound like she had been gargling acid.

Chapter 24: “Base like a goose,” Aidene’s tone full of wonder, “does that mean a butt with feathers?”

Chapter 25: “Andromeda galaxy high,”

Chapter 26:“Bird Poop,”

Chapter 27: “You broke several rules and in addition to that you threatened and blackmailed a fellow student,”

(And then it was discontinued)

#writblr #writers on tumblr #writers #my writing #teen writer #stories #writers and poets #tag game #writing community #Random Writing

[of-hopes-and-daemons]

I see ask game, I ask questions:

Al - How has their hair changed over time? What is their favorite hairstyle? Charlotte - 12. Are they hot-headed or even-tempered? What frustrates them the most? An’Hangra - 8. What will always make them smile? What will always make them cry? Shanakay - 7. What are 3 foods they can’t live without?

I am gleefully rubbing my hands together, those picks are just so good, you know? [ Those were taken from THESE QUESTIONS, and at the moment I am accepting more! ]

Al(pharius, but not that one)

I think that for the most part of his life he had a pretty similar hairstyle or a small selection of those, ranging between clean-shaven head and short hairstyle we, here in Russia, would call "shaved a-la hedgehog". This, however, is not accounting for wigs and like, hair extensions he was using as parts of disguises. I firmly believe that this man, given enough prep time and data, can put to shame most stylists out there and his range is impressive. His least favourite ones are probably Space Wolves, because you also need to smell the part and ugh.

His current hairstyle, that he kept after assuming his main public identity of a Blackshield from a destroyed Chapter, is short-ish, roughly cut hair, which might look like it was styled under heavy fire with a tactical chain-spork... and is in fact styled with a tactical chain-spork under heavy fire, because Al likes being authentic.

Charlotte, the precious little Scion

I would say, that Charlotte contains multitudes. She is as recklessly brave and eager to ride to war as hundreds of generations of her family watching over from the Throne Mechanicum inside of Adder-Nidhogg. At the same time, she is keenly aware of how well-placed trap or single cog falling out of the place can bring down entire operations and mighty god-engines, so she is not without the appreciation for manifold intricacies of planning and carefully biding ones time to strike at the perfect opportunity. It appears to me, that it would be a good fit with overall somewhat sad bit of Charlotte's life (able to play the part and relate to many groups, but doesn't feel really belonging to any identity) to say that she is both and neither in that regard.

What frustrates her... Well, continuing the thought, I will say that her inability to really relate and feel belonging to any of the groups she is somehow related to frustrates her to some extent. Especially with being a Scion of House Illvia. She was born for this, she passed all the trials, she follows the traditions of her House, she rides to war alongside ghosts of her ancestors. But why, after some point, she can't bring herself to call say "Charlotte of House Illvia"?

An'Hangra, the tiny ball of bloodthirsty rage

Oh, this one is easy. Her flesh hounds are always able to make her smile. She has an unreasonable amount of those and the howling pack follows her into battle, but in-between they do leave at her place and just do dog stuff. Yip, yap, chase tails, climb on couches, chew things. You know.

As for crying - probably chopping onions. Even Warp can't protect one from chopping onions. Also sad dog movies, but I haven't told you this.

Shanakay, fan favourite perfectionist menace

Now, being a daemon, she is not really required to eat conventional food, but she does it anyway, because she can and she likes it, and because she deserves little hedonistic pleasures coming with the job. Her actually needed source of nourishment is emotions and among those she is particularly into passionate need to create, admiration and a side of desire to live. But any strong emotions would do in a pinch, really. Now in terms of physical food she likes, I would say there are few notable ones. There is this particular kind of space "pomegranates" she adores and will go great lengths to acquire. Unfortunately, it is mostly cultivated by aeldari. There is her homemade hot sauce, which she eats with pretty much anything you can somehow cover in sauce. In a pinch can be used as a weapon. And also there are sad soggy fries from McNurgle, which are reserved for a particular mindset of sitting on the sidewalk at their parking lot and staring in the distance, while eating them.

#wh40k #wh 40k #warhammer 40k #chaos daemons #imperial knights #alpha legion #adeptus astartes #of hopes and daemons #as it was foretold #heads of the hydra #the last in line #the hunt comes for you #chasing perfection

[theinkdrinkingfemme]

Chapter 7

Her college soon came into view. The parking lot was packed to capacity, with various makes and sizes of cars clamouring for space between the faltering white lines. The college’s wooden sliding doors opened and Viola found herself in the hallway, its cracked grainy floors suddenly more appealing than the influx of people standing on it. The atmosphere was solemn, everyone silent and grim-faced, the occasional one fraught with worry. Faces fit for a funeral service. Probably in response to Lannie, although she wasn’t dead, though.

Yet.

Banishing the dark thought, she surveyed her environment. The swing doors to the auditorium were wide open, its insides containing multiple lecturers and unfamiliar students setting up bunting, fold chairs and other things, an air of disquiet in its wake. She recognized her head lecturer, with his rumpled jean jacket and drooping Nietzsche-like moustache.  

Approaching the spacious, squeaky linoleum floor of the auditorium, she spotted the familiar head of blue-black hair, and skirted around the folded chairs towards him. 

Colin straightened, blinking profusely at Viola. A greeting.

“I need to talk to you.” Viola glanced about her at the amount of people who were potentially listening.

“In a few minutes, sure.” He gestured to a stack of folding chairs still unfolded and tucked 

neatly in the corner. “Still have to finish this off. That okay?”

She nodded in understanding, before swiftly backing out and sitting on the now-empty bench situated beside the doors. A display of the Erasmus+ places was suspended above the bench, protected with Plexiglas. On an average day, she would stare at the photos of smiling students and foreign places for ages, envisioning herself there, brave enough to have fun in majorly unfamiliar settings and new experiences.

“Said what happened to Harlan, huh?”

Viola looked to see Cora Verdon, an acquaintance slash occasional ally. Her red hair was significantly brighter than her naturally dark roots, and her spectacled face was staring intently at Viola.

“Yup.” Viola wasn’t interested in entertaining a conversation with her, her focus still on the Erasmus+ project.

“It does make sense though, having a little memorial for her..” Cora continued, brushing the coloured pixie cut from her face. “I mean, she was here in my class for a few. Then, nothing.”

Viola tore her eyes away and fixed them on Cora. Memorial? But most importantly…

“She used to be a student?” That would explain the vigil-like air to the auditorium. With Harlan being somewhat of an ex-student, the college would naturally feel obligated to have somewhat of a vigil for her. Or something.

“Yeah. You didn’t know?”

Viola shrugged, trying to keep her voice casual. “Never knew.” She really was a student?

Before she could process this information, Cora’s attention soon turned to a group of boys, who were casting furtive glances at the pair. “Hey, I gotta go. Talk soon?” Without waiting for a verbal response, she stalked off, Viola staring at her retreating figure.

Sitting on the bench, Viola felt like a ghost, invisible to staff and students alike who whizzed past, all preoccupied with their respective tasks and responsibilities. Her others lecturers nodded in greeting, but didn’t stop to exchange words.

Scrolling through her phone, she then saw the notification. 

“Of course. When would you like to meet?”

Viola’s brain scrambled. It was at the back of her mind. Now here it was, demanding an answer. Her heart thundered in her ribcage. Venturing into new territory. Actually speaking to a reporter. How would she respond? Will she be taken seriously, or will she be laughed off as a wannabe detective? Belittled? She took a deep breath.

No time like the present, she supposed. She scheduled a time, typed it, and shut off her phone, her leg bouncing with new nerves.

It was about 15 minutes later when Colin walked out of the auditorium, his breathing slightly laboured. As soon as he saw Viola, staring into space, he slid into the empty space beside her. He hesitated, before putting an arm around her. Her brows were scrunched up, a sign of her thoroughly thinking.

“What are you thinking?,” he asked lowly, careful not to dislodge her flow of attention.

So she did. She told him all her thoughts: her lack of immense emotions, seeing the body. She’d even forgotten about seeing the dead body, with all of her focus being on Harlan, going to her house, her fear of being interviewed, her day being ruined, texting the reporter. When she’d finally finished, the word that came to mind to describe her current state of mind was ‘frazzled.’ The acts of slowing her suspended thoughts, translating them into tangible words, before conveying them to Colin seemed monumental.

“Did you mention the dead body to anyone?”

Viola shook her head no.

He paused for a moment, his arm squeezing Viola firmly as he thought.

“What do you need?”

Did I hear that right? “I don’t understand. Are you gonna help?”

“Don’t get it too twisted. See, I’m not going to stop you from pursuing it. I know that you’ll pursue it, even if I tell you otherwise. Just remember the potential consequences. I can help from the side-lines, but if push turns to shove, I know nothing about it.”

As much as it disappointed her that he wouldn’t actively be involved with something so important to her, Viola agreed. So she told him her next moves: going to the police and covertly asking for information, meeting with the reporter.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded, albeit a little hesitantly.

He fingered her navy blue overcoat. “Olivia Pope today, yeah?”, he said, changing the subject to one familiar.

Viola nodded again. A coping strategy she had in navigating her surroundings was embodying a fictional character, copying everything from their mannerisms to their outfit. The sassy yet intelligent Olivia Pope was chosen today, the only difference being that Viola’s coily Afro hair was packed into an updo, affectionately nicknamed ‘the pineapple’ by Colin.

“Good choice.” His gaze bored into hers as he said it, a sign that he was being genuine and not sarcastic.

Colin looked at his watch. “Harlan’s vigil will start soon. Wanna come?”

She nodded, and let Colin place a firm hand on her and steer her towards the now darkened auditorium.

#crime writing #crime writer #author #writers on tumblr #thriller #adventure #female writers #crime blog #crime #autistic writer #autistic character #black authors #black female #black character #mystery #black female writers #psychological thriller #black female oc

[ryouverua]

DRV3 Liveblog Masterlist (Chapter 6)

It’s been 84 years...........

Finally (by surprising request!) I have gathered the Chapter 6 posts below. Behold.

Chapter 1 is here! Chapter 2 is here! Chapter 3 is here! Chapter 4 is here! Chapter 5 is here!

Similar to last time, drv3 asks are tagged ‘drv3 asks’ and so not all of them might show up among actual game posts. I did do a quick in the moment text thing that I’ll include in its own little section. Anyway, without further ado...

Chapter 6 (Introduction):

- and now for something completely different

Chapter 6 (Investigation):

Liveblog note: I did not get away with all the fluff text unscathed

K1-B0 does not support the fluff text search

It’s because I didn’t finish your FTEs isn’t it

Panic! At the Killing Game

Investigation... Start?

Furniture appreciation / Ultimate Supreme Leader’s Lab / I knew I recognized the ‘Ou’ character from somewhere

Saimota appreciation moment

(nice drv3 reference)

Kokichi Ouma’s (Lab) Room

The Greatest, Most Awful, Most Tragic Slappening in Human History

WHY WAS RANTARO IN HIS ROOM?????

It’s organized chaos damnit

Return to the Boiler Room

A Certain Lab, Reprised

Notes on A Certain Lab, Reprised

Cold Sleep Room and Knox’s 10th Commandment

Something something humanity

Kaede Akamatu’s twin, the 17th Student, lying hidden somewhere in this school… the one they call the Ultimate Red Herring, Watch out for her,

Back to the Library

Sometimes a necklace is just a necklace

The Final Lab / Investigation Note

Dawn of a New Truth

The Monotaro callout I deserve

Chekhov’s Bathroom / A BODY HAS BEEN DISCOVERED

Declaration of War

One Last Time (Speculation post)

Chapter 6 (Trial Play-by-play)

Start! / The Checkmark

A retrial??? / Missing the trees for the forest

Kaede!twin theory / The key evidence

My Kaito-brain at work again

Sorry K1-B0 it’s for the greater good

Behold, my bonds!

Wow the mastermind really felt like that? Do tell / It’s a witch!!

Alibi review time!!! / V-counter / Cosplayers everywhere are offended

Bye-bye Monosuke

Rantaro :( / Junko Enoshima >:( / FINE you won me back

Time for a commercial break!

She bravely ran away! / sir that is my emotional support cosplay / 53rd aha moment / JUNKO ENOSHIMA IS ???

Tsumugi’s switches / these tiny posts are not enough / students scouting vs applying / Kokichi Ouma’s true identity / Flashback Lights

So who the hell are you? / OH NO I’VE MADE A GRAVE MISTAKE

hajimemed / cosplay / okay I might be a little jealous / Dangan... ronpa...? /

Happy ending? / NOT THE COMMENTERS / RIP Shuichi’s caffeine high / Meta on meta / the rabbit hole is deep / ULTIMATE MEGANE SPRITE / return of Shuichi hangover sprite / the hits keep coming / Clair de Lune BSoD / Saihara.exe

Korekiyo redemption arc / yet another Umineko reference

(⌐■_■)

Remedy the situation? / K1-B0 cannot catch a break / K1-b0′s existential crisis combo / oh yeah DR3 happened / definitely misread that lol / DR1 is that you??

Flashback... light... / The true villain of drv3 / D: / Shuichi reborn / K1-B0′s character development / pros and cons of an emo protag / WHY CAN’T I HOLD ALL THESE PROTAGS - / Inconceivable / K1-B0′s turnaround

You can just call me the ultimate gamer / NOT K1-B0 / Underestimating Shuichi’s emo power level / I WEEP / KIBOU DA!!! ZETSUBOU DA!!! / SAIMOTA TIME 9′) / Monologuing / Report card

A flawless copy / Credits roll / Employee badge / From 5 to 3 / I DID IT

A collection of fun hindsight moments:

The benefits of hindsight / Kokichi you sonuva - / nerdmugi moment

Twitch plays K1-b0 moments / Survey says...! /

**** the terrible and despair-inducing sweetchi97

Chapter 6 (Trial):

Retrial (1) / Revisionist History, Pre-Accusation (2) / JUNKO ENOSHIMA IS??? / Shuichi’s Monokub showdown / (Fifty)-Third Time’s the Charm, Post-Accusation (3) / Flashfiction (4) / Oh, I am one yet many (5) / “hello, world!” (6) / My Will, Our Will (7) / Ghost in the Machine (8)

Pre-Execution / Post-Execution (End)

(the true drv3 ending)

Bonus:

Chapter 6 Illustrations

#danganronpa v3 #ryou plays drv3 #drv3 liveblog #drv3 liveblog masterlist #longpost #liveblog masterlist #Danganronpa v3 liveblog #spoilers #drv3 spoilers #ndrv3 #I can't believe I actually finished this post finally

[riverdalestoriesss-xo]

The Girl Next Door | B. Cooper

Pairing: Betty Cooper x Amelia Andrews (OC)

Warnings: violence, sexual content/themes, substance and drug use,

Genre: mystery; drama

Seasons: 1-7

Season 1: In which Amelia Andres - Archie Andrews' sister - falls in love with the girl next door.

Character Profile; Amelia Andrews

Chapter One | The River's Edge

Chapter Two | A Touch of Evil

Chapter Three | Body Double

Chapter Four | The Last Picture Show

Chapter Five | Heart of Darkness

Chapter Six | Faster, Pussycats! Kill! Kill!

Chapter Seven | In a Lonely Place

Chapter Eight | The Outsiders

Chapter Nine | La Grande Illusion

Chapter Ten | The Lost Weekend

Chapter Eleven | To Riverdale and BAck Again

Chapter Twelve | Anatomy of a Murder

Chapter Thirteen | The Sweet Hereafter

Season 2:

Chapter Fourteen | A Kiss Before Dying

Chapter Fifthteen | Nighthawkes

Chapter Sixteen | The Watcher in the woods

Chapter Seventeen | The Town That dreaded Sundown

Chapter Eighteen | When a Stranger Calls

Chapter Nineteen | Death Proof

Chapter Twenty | Tales from the Darkside

Chapter Twenty-One | House of the Devil

Chapter Twenty-Two | Silent Night, Deadly Night

Chapter Twenty-Three | The Blackboard Jungle

Chapter Twenty-Four | The Wrestler

Chapter Twenty-Five | The Wicked and the Divine

Chapter Twenty-Six | The Tell-Tale Heart

Chapter Twenty-Seven | The Hills Have Eyes

Chapter Twenty-Eight | There Will Be Blood

Chapter Twenty-Nine | Primary Colors

Chapter Thirty | The Noose Tightens

Chapter Thirty-One | A Night to Remember

Chapter Thirty-Two | Prisoners

Chapter Thirty-Three | Shadow of a Doubt

Chapter Thirty-Four | Judgement Night

Chapter Thirty-Five | Brave New World

Season 3:

Chapter Thirty-Six | Labor Day

Chapter Thirty-Seven | Fortune and Men's Eyes

Chapter Thirty-Eight | As Above, So Below

Chapter Thirty-Nine | The Midnight Club

Chapter Forty | The Great Escape

Chapter Forty-One | Manhunter

Chapter Forty-Two | The Man in Black

Chapter Forty-Three | Outbreak

Chapter Forty-Four | No Exity

Chapter Forty-Five | The Stranger

Chapter Forty-Six | The Red Dahlia

Chapter Forty-Seven | Bezarrodale

Chapter Forty-Eight | Requiem for a Welterweight

Chapter Forty-Nine | Fire Walk With Me

Chapter Fifty | American Dreams

Chapter Fifty-One | Big Fun

Chapter Fifty-Two | The Raid

Chapter Fifty-Three | Jawbreaker

Chapter Fifty-Four | Fear The Reaper

Chapter Fifty-Five | Prom Night

Chapter Fifty-Six | The Dark Secret of Harvest House

Chapter Fifty-Seven | Survive The Night

Season 4:

Chapter Fifty-Eight | In Memoriam

Chapter Fifty-Nine | Fast Times at Riverdale High

Chapter Sixty | Dog Day Afternoon

Chapter Sixty-One | Halloween

Chapter Sixty-Two | Witness for the Protection

Chapter Sixty-Three | Hereditary

Chapter Sixty-Four | The Ice Storm

Chapter Sixty-Five | In Treatment

Chapter Sixty-Six | Tangerine

Chapter Sixty-Seven | Varsity Blues

Chapter Sixty-Eight | Quiz Show

Chapter Sixty-Nine | Men of Honor

Chapter Seventy | The Ideas of March

Chapter Seventy-One | How to Get Away with Murder

Chapter Seventy-Two | To Die For

Chapter Seventy-Three | The Locked Room

Chapter Seventy-Four | Wicked Little Town

Chapter Seventy-Five | Lynchian

Chapter Seventy-Six | Killing Mr. Honey

Season 5:

Chapter Seventy-Seven | Climax

Chapter Seventy-Eight | The Preppy Murders

Chapter Seventy-Nine | Graduation

Chapter Eighty | Purgatorio

Chapter Eighty-One | The Homecoming

Chapter Eighty-Two | Back to School

Chapter Eighty-Three | Fire in the Sky

Chapter Eighty-Four | Lock & Key

Chapter Eighty-Five | Destroyer

Chapter Eighty-Six | The Pincushion Man

Chapter Eighty-Seven | Strange Bedfellows

Chapter Eighty-Eight | Citizen Lodge

Chapter Eighty-Nine | Reservoir Dogs

Chapter Ninety | The Night Gallery

Chapter Ninety-One | The Return of the Pussycats

Chapter Ninety-Two | Band of Brothers

Chapter Ninety-Three | Dance of Death

Chapter Ninety-Four | Next to Normal

Chapter Ninety-Five | Riverdale RIP(?)

Season 6:

Chapter Ninety-Six | Welcome To Riverdale

Chapter Ninety-Seven | Ghost Stories

Chapter Ninety-Eight | Mr. Cypher

Chapter Ninety-Nine | The Witching Hour(s)

Chapter One Hundred | The Jughead Paradox

Chapter One Hundred and One | Unbelievable

Chapter One Hundred and Two | Death at a Funeral

Chapter One Hundred and Three | The Town

Chapter One Hundred and Four | The Surpent Queen's Gambit

Chapter One Hundred and Five | Folk Heroes

Chapter One hundred and Six | Angels in America

Chapter One Hundred and Seven | In The Fog

Chapter One Hundred and Eight | Ex-Libris

Chapter One Hundred and Nine | Venomous

Chapter One Hundred and Ten | Things That Go Bump in the Night

Chapter One Hundred and Eleven | Blue Collar

Chapter One Hundred and Twelve | American Pyschos

Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen | Biblical

Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen | The Witches of Riverdale

Chapter One Hundred and Fifthteen | Return to Riverdale

Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen | The Stand

Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen | Night of the Comet

Season 7:

Chapter Chapter One Hundred and Eighteen | Don't Worry, Darling

Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen | Skip, Hop, and Thump!

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty | Sex Education

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-One | Love & Marriage

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Two | Tales in a Jugular Vein

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Three | Peep Show

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Four | Dirty Dancing

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Five | Hoop Dreams

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Six | Betty & Veronica Double Digest

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Seven | American Graffiti

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Eight | Halloween II

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Nine | After the Fall

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty | The Crucible

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-One | Archie The Musical

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Two | Miss Teen Riverdale

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Three | Stag

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Four | A Different Kind of Cat

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Five | For a Better Tomorrow

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Six | The Golden Age of Television

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Seven | Goodbye, Riverdale

[ao3feed-spg]

peter a. walter's pizza palace

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/O5asKHW

by starshipaurora

Chelsea Walter is not one to be intimidated. She’s protected her little sister Camille from enough bullies to know how to put on a brave, scary face. So when she spotted a crinkled poster with a job offer for a night shift gig, “only for the fearless,” she shrugged and called up the number.

Turns out, it’s just a security job at some kid’s pizza place down the street. Nothing can possibly go wrong.

Words: 3514, Chapters: 3/7, Language: English

Fandoms: Steam Powered Giraffe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Chelsea Penyak, Camille Penyak, Peter Walter VI, Rabbit (Steam Powered Giraffe), The Spine (Steam Powered Giraffe), Zer0 (Steam Powered Giraffe), Hatchworth (Steam Powered Giraffe), The Jon (Steam Powered Giraffe), Upgrade (Steam Powered Giraffe), GG the Giraffe, Beebop (Steam Powered Giraffe), QWERTY (Steam Powered Giraffe)

Relationships: Chelsea Penyak & the Walter Bots, The Walter Bots & Each Other

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, fnaf au, from someone who hasn't been a fnaf fan in six years, Animatronics, Ghosts, Found Family, Family Feels, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Past Character Death

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/O5asKHW

#ao3feed #spg #spgfic #spg fanfiction #steam powered giraffe