#and based off a tumblr prompt about a vampire meeting a time traveller and going full on enemies to lovers

[harleiquina]

If I had time to write I'll be...

Finishing Black Suit #1 (group of detectives chase an assasin's agency but one of the detectives knows one of the assasins since childhood because he was her brother's best friend and practically lived with them). 3 books in total.

Rebooting Broken Wings. 7 books in total where the Devil (Lucyan) and a rebel guardian angel (Ángela) have to work together to find the 7 Deadly Sins that escaped from Hell. (Since the Deadly Sins are a human invention, they are less cooperative with the Celestial forces, hence both sides need to work together).

The Little Princess Frog and other retellings. I have so many ideas to patch-up some plot holes in my favourite eslavic farytale that I HAVE THE NEED to turn it into a novel. I'll add (if it ever gets published) my retellings of Cinderella, Sleepy Beauty, Beauty and the Beast & Snowhite + the original version of The Little Princess Frog.

The Hunter's daughter. Fantasy book. Standalone. It was born out of the premise: yeah we all know how tempting it is for the leading lady to have a ✨️connection✨️ with the bad guy... but what if they are actually in a relationship since the very begining of the story and nobody knows about it?

Unnamed fantasy project #1: A kingdom is divided in 4 regions (the cold North, the warm South, the sunny East and dark West). Every time one of the royal children turns 6 years old, there is a tournament to welcome them into the "social royal life" and to bond with the other territories. But then something happens and the young royals have to prove in real life that they have the necessary skills and trust each other to save their land.

Unnamed fantasy book #2: what if you find out after 2 years into relationship that you've been dating a fantastical creature that was sent to our world to protect an ancient relic from Dark Forces?

Tak tak. Stand alone, with possibilities of turning into a series. A paranormal investigator has a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to investigate his Holy Grail: the house of a mediocre young writer that was killed and, supposedly in every anniversary of her death you can hear her scream. But what if she's unaware that she's a ghost and she's trapped into reliving her last year of life over and over again?

And let's not forget my ideas for TV shows:

Working title Sapo (Frog. After a common saying "like a frog from a different well"). The USA Embassy in Argentina blows up and the Ambassator and his family are killed. The FBI sends and agent to investigate but he has to find a way to work with the corrupt police department and politicians in Buenos Aires. It could have 3 seasons (Buenos Aires - New York -Buenos Aires again) with 3 different stories. And it could be expanded to other latinamerican countries in other seasons, but we'll see.

Twilight: I know that they already are planning on remaking it as a TV show... but I can make it work! Using the gender-bent version of the story as a foundation, there is a chance to make something that... let's say... is less cringe.

Syn/biosis: spin-off from Broken Wings. A girl is left for dead on a road and the only way for her to live is by allowing a demon to possess her. She tries to find out who did this to her.

And let's not forget some movies I've planned:

Zorro: I love 1950's Zorro and my absolute favourite episode is that very rare time when Diego de la Vega and Monasterio work together to catch a man that is pretending to be Zorro (under Monasterio's orders at first). Sadly that is the second to last episode of Monasterio's arch... I always wanted to see more of this odd couple. So... with Monasterio under arrest and beeing taken to Spain to be judged it would make total sense for El Águila's men to try and have a hold on him and bring him to their ranks. But Monasterio might be a dictator but not a traitor to Spain and it's King, so he escapes and goes back to Los Ángeles to seek for help and warn others of what might happen. Of course no-one believes him... but El Zorro. Together they'll try to solve the mistery of El Águila.

Tales of Egypt: "Gods of Egypt" left a sour taste in my mouth. Why coming up with that story when the original myths are so good? Set kills his brother Osiris, chops him and tosses his bodyparts all over Egypt. Osiris' wife, Isis, embarks herself on a journey to put her husband's pieces together but she cannot do it alone (because Set is working with Udjat to try to kill Ra and take over his throne) so she tries to convince Sekhmet to join her (the godess of war) but she's still hurt from beeing kicked out of Ra's guards and kind of enjoying beeing a mom.

Title not decided yet, but it'll be a remake of C'era volta (Once upon a time, but I don't want to use that title since it's very related to the TV show. The English titles were "The Miracle" or "There's always a woman" or "Tje Italian Cinderella" and I don't like any of them). It's an italian movie with Sophia Loren and Omar Shariff loooooosely based on Cinderella and it screams for an update. I don't care how beautiful mr. Shariff was, his prince is a d*ck and Sophia Loren's character only has one trait: she's loud... maybe 2 traits since she fights a lot. We could use some nuance there and tell an actual love story instead of something that feels like lust at first sight?

[catreginae]

Thou Shalt Not Fall: Warriors vs The Wall

Warriors once again contends with the joys of invitation - but for science, this time. Short chapter, but it's for a tumblr prompt! Anon wanted: " Think you can write about Wars just running splat into the barrier (and sliding down it as if it were glass) or doing something stupid like freaking people out by just leaning against it? " I kind of blended the two?

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“Here we are!” Wild declared, gesturing towards a building at the top of a sloping hill. Warriors took one look at the building that they spent the better part of a week travelling to and wondered how anybody could work there. The bottom part looked to be the base of a tower of some sort but everything else just... looked impossible. He was surprised that the all of the heavy machine and the large telescope sitting on the top didn't just make the entire lab collapse in on itself.

“This is the place for the arrows?” Four asked, raising an eyebrow. “It doesn't look... safe.”

“It's plenty safe, trust me. I've been here lots of times,” Wild said with a shrug.

Warriors studied the building more. Was it still a private building? Did he need an invitation? Maybe whoever was here would be nice to just welcome them all in and he wouldn't have to worry about it anyway.

Suddenly, Wild turned to him.

“How do you feel about showing off your vampire powers?”

“... why?”

“Robbie is one of the Sheikah researchers! He and Purah did a lot of work researching all of the ancient technology and it helped a lot... so I want to see what happens when one of them meets somebody science can't explain!”

Wild wasn't wrong about him being somebody science couldn't explain but he didn't particularly like the phrasing Wild used.

Or the way Wild broke out the puppy eyes. Why were all the younger heroes all so good at it? First Mask and Tune, and now he had to deal with a younger Tune in the name of Wind and now Wild. He pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn't going to let Wild win that easily. He had to get something out of it.

“I want a cake.”

“Okay.”

“That has blood in or on it.”

Wild jabbed a finger into his chest. “That's- That's an affront to baking!”

How Wild could call blood an affront to baking when Warriors saw him eat things that shouldn't be edible at all? He once ate a 'steak' that Hyrule burnt so badly that he almost ruined the pan he cooked it in. By the time Hyrule was done with it, it was practically a pile of ashes. How a little bit of blood, for somebody who was required to drink it, was an affront to baking when the pile of ashes that was once a steak was apparently fine was beyond Warriors. He raised an eyebrow at Wild.

Maybe Wild's standards for baking were just much higher than his standards for cooking. There was a difference between cooking and baking, a difference Warriors didn't understand, but he knew there was one.

“If I'm going to make a fool out of myself, I'm not going to do it for free.”

Wild huffed. “Fine. You can have a blood cake. You guys stay here, I'm going to go get him.” With that, Wild was off, entering the lab without even knocking.

“Blood cake, huh?” Four asked with a light jab to the side. “Did you just think of that?”

“Nah, thought about it when I was on watch last night. I was thinking about how I could mix blood with other food. Blood is good enough on its own, but I think I would like to mix it up a bit, especially if we could make it look like something other than blood.” Of course, he only cared if it looked like blood so that he could enjoy blood around people who had no idea what a vampire was... as in, most of his soldiers. There were apparently a couple of soldiers who did know about his odd dietary requirements but he had no memory of ever telling them.

Four hummed and turned back towards the building Wild disappeared into.

“You would think he'd be all over that.”

Wild reappeared with a short, white haired guy with strange goggles and prominent wrinkles across his brows and around his mouth. Warriors couldn't see his eyes behind the goggles but he knew he was being judged.

“This is the... vampire, you called him? He doesn't look any different from a regular Hylian,” he said as put his hands on his hips.

Wild gave him an expectant look. Warriors spared a moment to roll his eyes at the bossy teen before he summoned his fangs, making sure to open his mouth a little so his fangs were definitely visible. The old man, Robbie, Warriors guessed, moved much faster than he expected and was basically at his feet in a second.

“Well, I take that back. Link said you drink blood and I will need to see that later,” he said, adjusting the goggles on his face as the older man studied him, “but what else can you do?”

“Show him the invitation thing,” Wild continued. He turned to Robbie, a wide smile on his face. “He needs somebody to let him into private property or he physically can't enter.”

Warriors was beginning to wonder if Wild hated him and he was just hiding it behind that excited smile of his. Was it because he wanted a cake with blood on it? Was he actually mad about that? After thinking about it though, the invitation rule was the strangest thing for somebody to witness, even when they did know about that particular rule. It was strange even to him and he was one who had to follow it.

“Hey Wars, I dare you to just run into it,” Legend said with a smirk, elbowing him in the side. Oh, well, if it was a dare... Time was glaring at him though. Usually, he was more inclined to follow Time's direction – despite being the gremlin child in the past, he was now the default leader of the group. He was inclined to follow authority because he had it drilled into his skull for the last three years of his life. However Legend also issued a dare and he wasn't the one to back down from a challenge either. It was a stupid challenge with no prize and no benefit to him whatsoever, but it was a challenge. From Legend. He glanced at Time one more time, who was glaring Legend. Legend was just standing there with his arms crossed and his eyebrow raised, just waiting for Warriors to do something.

He decided to run.

He didn't reach his full speed – he didn't have the room anyway – but he did go faster than a normal human could. He didn't slow down even though he knew what was coming, he just closed his eyes and braced for impact. He didn't know when he actually collided with the invisible barrier. Warriors just heard a crack and suddenly he was on his back, staring at the sky. He blinked in confusion as his forehead and nose stung.

His face felt wet. He felt under his nose and pulled his hand away to find that his fingertips were covered in red. With his other hand, he felt his nose. Definitely broken. Suddenly, the crack he heard made a lot more sense.

Suddenly, Sky hovered over him. He opened his mouth to speak but then he just shut it again before he finally collected his words. “I was going to ask if you were okay but I feel as though the answer is obvious,” Sky muttered, offering a hand to help him up. Warriors made sure one of his hands wasn't a mess before grabbing Sky's. “Did you really have to hurt yourself like that?”

“It was a challenge, Sky.”

“If you say so.”

Once Warriors was actually allowed inside, much to Robbie's fascination, Hyrule straightened and healed his nose while giving him a stern lecture about accepting stupid challenges. If Hyrule had so harsh words for him, he couldn't wait for the lecture he was going to get from Time. Apparently, he also gave himself a good bump on his forehead, which Hyrule's healing couldn't heal, so he's was stuck holding some white chuchu jelly to his forehead until the swelling went down by itself. He spotted Legend laughing at him from the corner of his eye, so he bared his teeth and let out a guttural hiss that made Legend jump.

“Now, that's an interesting sound! Where did you say you found him, Link?” Robbie asked.

Wild looked from him to Time and the back to Robbie. “It's complicated... but he's from another timeline? We haven't figured out where his era goes though. I'll explain it later,” Wild eventually said with a shrug.

“How about we talk over some cake?” Warriors suggested. Wild just quirked an eyebrow but he nonetheless started tapping on his slate.

“Why do you want blood so badly? You had blood not that long ago.”

“I think I've said it before but sometimes I crave blood when I don't need it. You know, like how Wind begs for seafood every week.”

Warriors heard the distinct scratching of a writing utensil on paper and he turned his head to see Robbie scribbling something down. “How often do you require blood? What happens if you don't get it? Does it have to human blood?”

Warriors sighed and pinched his nose.

“Wild, I want my cake.”

[crossedsabers10s]

Hi, I wanted to let you know that I am a huge fan of all your stories and when I saw this Tumblr account I was really interested in all those short stories that you wrote but the one that I completely fell in love with was how the Damon from Strikes Thrice travels to the canon world and I was wondering if you ever thought of expanding on that a bit more. I have fallen in love with the idea AU and Canon collaborating and how the original  Canon characters react to their alternative selves and their lives and the relationships that they’re in. but I never see authors writing that way and when I saw your story My heart skipped a beat I was so excited and it is such a good story overall.

First off, thank you!!!

Tbh I really love the canon meets AU stuff too, it’s one of my favorite things to read. Or the ones where canon reads the books or reads a fic.

It’s also one of my favorite things to daydream; it helps me with characterization sometimes, trying to figure out how x event changed this reaction and so on and so forth.

Like one of the things I’ve been thinking about recently is how hilarious it would be if Ursa Major’s Damon, Katherine, and 5yo alter!Hope met the canon cast. Mostly I’m picturing everyone’s faces when this tiny strawberry blonde child starts babbling in some absolute mishmash of languages—New Orleans’ French, Italian, American English, British English, with a scattering of Old Norse in two different dialects—about her Uncle Damon and Aunt Kitty.

And Damon basically being a responsible adult figure in her life makes everyone collectively twitch. But he is. And the kid mentions Enzo at one point, in relation to him being her mother’s friend/person.

Or her meeting teenage canon Hope—I still need to watch more of Legacies tbh so I don’t know too much about it—and it going like:

“New sister!”

“…half-sister. Technically. Even allowing for dimension travel.”

“Sister.”

“Half-sister.”

Slow blink. “Sister.”

Onto ur main question—Strikes Thrice is still somewhat fluid, so the set up changes every time I picture it.

But one of the base things that remains the same is that Damon is part of his own—… okay so I’ve been thinking about it like political blocks? He and Enzo and Dagur are a group. Mess with one, mess with the others. And, collectively, they have leverage. Not just because Dagur’s super strong—though that too—but also because they have teamwork and their combined deviousness is stupid high. So he’s a lot cockier than canon Damon. Hard to do, lmao, but he manages. And he’s also more—hyper? almost. More likely to joke around and maybe less defensive on the whole. Hence the mention of glittery nail polish. He likes shiny things, has no shame, and his friends started it. So why not? It was kind of a way to differentiate between them, that doppel!Damon is a bit more upbeat. Sometimes Jenna’s alive and therefore she and Damon bicker. A lot. Like all the time. So you have casually mentioning her and how she’s an annoying baby vampire. Because Jenna and Dagur have—had? Depending on the day they’ve ether had a fling and broke up because Jenna realized that Dagur is like. Actually crazy. And then gets with Alaric a la canon which spawns a vampire hunter dating a vampire subplot. Or they’re together and Jenna learns to just roll with stuff. Which puts Elena and Jeremy under Dagur’s protection independent of Damon. For the record, Jenna and Dagur having a thing prompt conversations like:

“Huh.” Enzo tips his head to the side, watching Jenna blush. “Well. No one tell Damon.”

Damon walks in. “Tell me what?”

Dagur points at him. “No killing this one!”

“Wha—what does that—…. W a i t”

Because Damon has absolutely killed one of her girlfriends before and he maintains it’s not because he was jealous that she was paying him less attention but the running joke is that is was absolutely that.

Oh! And he’s also just like the tiniest bit physically stronger than canon Damon. Because he’s shared blood with Dagur and it’s left a mark. It also makes his temper worse is it’s a recent thing. Which they figure out because doppel!Damon is used to people who can and will throw down and laugh it off a second later. So he does something a bit too vampiric making Canon Damon take offense and they grapple. Except other Damon is more used to fighting and is just that tiniest bit stronger so when they clash he plows other Damon over and then starts making jokes about it.

Anyways, hope this isn’t too rambling lol

Thanks for the ask!!!!

[xiubaek-13]

Case File 99

Prompt: You meet Minseok in a bar and swear that you know him from SOMEWHERE but have no idea where, but now you have to do something about it

Pairing: Minseok x Reader

A/N:  This was for a one shot challenge done on tumblr with friends but I’m leaving it open to further one shots in the future. If you like this AU please let me know who and what you want to see and I will make a small list to work on. There are 3 pieces of dialogue in here that are not mine. I have borrowed them from Scott Lynch and his amazing Gentlemen’s Bastards series. I recently reread the 3 books and couldn’t word the dialogue in these 3 spots any better

Rain pelted the windows of your corner office, only adding to the dreary day you were having. You said corner office but you could hardly call it that. It’s not like you worked in some big office building for a massive corporation. No, you worked out of a rundown apartment in the shadier part of town. Still, it had a big glass window that wrapped around the corner of the building and rain was pelting against it. The only people that ever sought you out were in desperate need of your skills. Photographic memory, ability to sneak or talk your way into almost anywhere (except for that one demon club downtown), an unhealthy amount of supernatural knowledge and a general fuck it attitude were among some of your more specific skills that seemed to bring in the clients. If a person went missing and couldn’t be found, you got a call. If one of the supernatural got a little too public with its existence, you got a call. If something was just plain weird, you got a call.

After one too many run ins with the law, and one extremely close call, Detective Markham had worked out exactly what you had been doing every time they found traces of you at a crime scene. Since that day you’d been given a small amount of trust to sort out the less human problems in the city and once you’d been given the freedom to emerge from the shadows without fear of being arrested and thrown in a psychiatric ward, you’d realised just how fucked up your city was.

It would actually be fair to say that humans thought they controlled a lot more of their city than they actually did. You had worked out that the city was divided into 6 very uneven sections. The largest parts went to the vampires, the demons and the fae, then the werewolves, other beings and lastly the humans. The humans bled into all the sectors, unbeknownst to them the danger they put themselves in or the nature of those they worked for. They had no idea that the coexisted with non humans and you couldn't help but laugh at how enterprising the supernatural were. Minhyuk the incubus ran the local sex shop (and business was booming), Heechul the changeling and his mix bag of supes ran one of the malls and Hyojong the ghoul was the local mortician to name a few.

You worked right near the border of the demons territory which meant the streets were always littered with addicts, working women…sometimes men, the odd counsellor trying to help, and travellers for hire. The travellers were chameleons in this city. They could change at will to blend in to the sector they wandered in to so if you needed someone to scout an area or find names for you, you sought out a traveller. They were an information only service though. If you actually wanted to get anything done you either had to do it yourself or pay through the teeth to get it.

In these quiet periods you occasionally wished for the ignorance you once had when you would never have believed in anything other than humans. But, life was rough growing up and you had seen some shit that defied explanation. Then when a friend of yours went missing at the ripe age of 16, a traveller sat you down and explained everything to you. At first you called him crazy but he dragged you all over the city and pointed out the things that were ‘other’ about the residents. Things you ignored if you weren’t looking. Like how some of the ‘people’ moved too fast, how all of their eyes changed, the differences in emotions, how they held themselves, their walks, the agelessness and the sheer cunning in all of them. It had shaken your world view and altered it for the rest of your days.

Sure the humans had their fair share of bad eggs but after seeing the supernatural for the first time you started to notice all of the ways people were manipulated for them. The vampires dealt mainly in brothels and hospitals. It was a good cover for bruised glassy eyed people and blood supplies as well as a good means of disposing of bodies. The demons dealt in contracts, so their sector had the lawyers, the high rollers and gamblers. The werewolves dealt in drugs and weapons since it allowed them to give in to the carnage they desired. The fae were the smugglers. They were who you looked to if a person just disappeared. The vamps at least had the decency to take adults and toss them back after they were done. The fae took children. they took anyone who might interest them for a few hours. Then you never saw them again.  

They were the jobs you hated the most. You knew you’d hardly ever find the people you were looking for, and from the few encounters with the high fae over the years, any conversations you had with the fae required all of your wits. They were more cunning than the demons with how they could talk you round in circles without ever helping you. Entering their territory had its own set of dangers and it was ultimately never worth your time.

A sharp knock at the door broke your reverie. You spun in your chair and waited. Like hell you were getting up, the last three times someone had knocked it was for deliveries to the wrong apartment, salespeople or charity. So this time you decided to wait in your chair and see if they came in. They knocked a second time and still you waited. If whoever was on the other side of that door was seeking you out and they’d ventured through the city to your apartment block, through the gang territories, drug addicts and drunkards, then they weren’t leaving until they saw you.  The handle turned and the door opened slowly, creaking loudly. You’d fix it but it was a good makeshift security system. No one came in through the door without you knowing about it.

“Hello?” A voice broke the silence. “Um, is anyone here?”

“If you aren’t here to try and sell me a product, a religion or a donation then come in. Otherwise fuck off.”

A young woman entered the apartment, closing the door behind her. If you had to guess you’d say she came from uptown, the section controlled by the demons, she looked too put together to be from any other area of town. Her eyes were wary but determined as she approached your desk. “Det. Markham gave me this address. Said you might be able to help me.” She took a seat opposite you and waited.

“I might be able to. It’ll cost you but I’m sure Markham told you that already.” The woman nodded. “Alright, what seems to be the problem?” You leant back in your chair. If Markham had sent her then it was probably an actual case, now you just had to determine if it was worth the risk.

“My sister went missing a week ago. She’s a nursing student and had been having night classes at the hospital. We live in uptown so she had a bit of a journey home each night. She’d always let me know when she was leaving and how she was getting home. That night I got a text saying she was catching the 2.45am bus but she never turned up. I reported her missing and the cops looked for any trace of her for the past week but came up with nothing. Markham gave me your card and told me you might be able to find something they missed. Please help me, my sister is all I’ve got and someone took her from me.” As she spoke, the desperation and loss ebbed into her voice. She was genuinely upset about her sister. You were going to have to call Markham to make sure there weren’t any details you should know about this case but it sounded like the vampires were involved. Your guess was she’d either been attacked or turned. It could also be the fae but you were hoping that since she went missing in vamp territory that the fae weren't involved.

“I’ll have a look into it and see if I can find anything for you. It’s a $200 upfront fee for services and then more as the investigation progresses based off the risk involved. I should know by tomorrow if there is anything to go off but I’ll get you to give me all the information about your sisters movements that week that you have.” The woman nodded and pulled out a binder and handed it to you.

“That has basic info on Juliet, that’s her name by the way, her hobbies, class schedule, travel routes, what she wore that week and more. Anything you need should be in there.” She handed you a wad of money and turned to leave.

“I assume that there is a number to contact you on in here too?” She nodded. “Alright, leave it with me. I’ll do what I can.”

“So what you’re telling me is that you found nothing?”

“Yes. It was weird, if I didn’t know better I’d say someone was trying to make it look like she never existed. When we first looked she still had insurance and bank accounts and a mailing address. Now all of that is gone. Medical history, gone. That’s why I gave her sister your card.” Markham’s voice crackled through the receiver as you leafed through the binder you’d been left.

“I’m guessing vamps. It’s their territory and they have a tendency to delete records when they need to.”

“And if it was them?”

You sighed. “Then Juliet is either dead, a plaything or a baby vamp. I can only get her back if she’s the second option but that won’t be pleasant.”

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The club was in full swing by the time you arrived. The music hit you, the dirty bass jerking your pulse to its beat. You wove through the throng of bodies writhing on the dance floor, seeking out one person. You scanned the bar and the booths tucked in the far corner of the club. Out of the light and obstructed by shadows, you spotted him. The lime green hair was a dead giveaway, pun intended. You observed from a distance, taking in his features. His skin was unmarred, save for the tattoos you could spot on any of his exposed skin. He looked up and stared straight at you before pointing a finger at you and beckoning you over. His brows were significantly darker than his hair and his eyes, dark and mesmerising.

You’d heard a lot about the head of the vamp clan, Kwon Jiyong, but you had never spoken to him before. Tonight was a first. You’d requested a sit down with one of the clans higher ups but you had expected your usual contact, Seungri. You approached the booth and tried to get a feel for the leader of the vamps. You had questions and no plans to overstep your boundaries while you were in their territory.

You took a seat opposite him. He leant back and settled into a more comfortable position in the booth, never breaking eye contact. All vampires had a special quality to their eyes but his were enthralling.  He smirked and you got a hint of the mischievous side you’d been warned about.

“Thanks for meeting me. I have to say I honestly didn’t expect you to turn up. Usually it’s Seungri.”

“He was otherwise engaged tonight. You requested a meeting with someone high up so I figured since I was free why not send you the highest up in my clan.”

“I won’t beat around the bush. This isn’t a social call after all. Since we haven’t met before I’ll introduce myself. I’m a P.I. I’ve been hired by someone who is trying to find her sister.”

"Does this P.I. have a name?"

"You can call me Sophrosyne. Syn for short." you replied.

He chuckled, giving you and indignant look. "Greek gods? Really now."

"Names are currency in these parts. This is the name I go by. My true name is not up for discussion." He raised his hands, not in surrender but more as a show that he was willing to move on.

His gaze lingered on you. Vampires were unsettling in that they stared. A lot. “And you think it’s got something to do with us?” You nod. “Why?”

“The girl in question was taking night classes at the hospital and her records have been scrubbed.” A small frown ghosted across his face. If you hadn’t been watching him for any signs of reaction you would have missed it.

“Mmm I see why you came to ask questions. It makes sense. I can tell you this much though.  It wasn’t us.”

“Forgive me if I sound rude but I’m gonna need more than that if you actually want me to believe you.”

Jiyong sighed, an action that was completely unnecessary for him. “We have not made any new vampires in the past fortnight and we have not disposed of any bodies that would fit her description. If she was taken by us, she’ll be in one of the brothels. We wouldn’t scrub her records for that though so it’s unlikely that we have her. You are welcome to check, I’ll send word to answer your questions if you should turn up at any of our fine establishments.” He smirked as he finished his last sentence, amused at the thought of you visiting every brothel in his section of town.

He leant forward, all signs of mischief gone from his face. “We aren’t the only ones to scrub records darling. If I were you I’d check uptown then the west. If she was taken downtown then you might as well tell whoever is looking for that she’s dead because if the fae have her, she’s never coming home.”

You nodded. You had the same plans. Vamps were the most likely suspects but if it wasn’t them then you were off to see the demons next. They were sly but civil. The wolves were tenacious so you had to pick your moments with them. The fae… well you were hoping to avoid setting up a meeting with them. “I planned on leaving them til last. I have connections with the other 3 factions but not the fae. I’d need all my wits about me before questioning them.”

Jiyong raised an eyebrow. “And you don’t need your wits about you with the rest of us?”

“I understand how each of you work. I’ve had dealings with each of you in the past. I’m not saying that makes you predictable or safe because lord knows you’re all dangerous but the fae are a whole other monster.”

You settled into a conversation with the head of the vampires. You could see the cogs turning in his brain every time you answered one of his questions. He was gracious, offering you a tidbit of his or his clans life whenever you answered him. There was no doubt in your mind that this man was also cunning and ruthless, one doesn’t remain the head of a clan for so long by simply being nice.

You noticed a man standing at the bar, his body turned towards your booth. He was swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand. His lilac hair stood out amongst the crowd of darkly clothed club goers. He was staring down at his glass as if it was the most interesting thing in the room. Something kept dragging your focus from him and no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t keep your eyes on him for more than a few seconds. It was like something was willing you to not notice him. You turned back to Jiyong to mention him but when he asked you what this man looked like you couldn’t pull a single feature from your mind to share with him.

Jiyong tried to pull details from your mind for the next twenty minutes before giving up. He called a guard over and had him search the club for fae. The guard didn’t find anything which didn’t surprise either of you. After an hour the two of you parted ways. He wished you luck on your investigation but told you not to hold out much hope. What you didn’t tell him is with any client, you presumed them dead until a piece of evidence told you otherwise.

The next day you headed uptown into the middle of demon territory. You made your way through the tent city on the outskirts, the alleys full of passed out addicts and hovels with working girls. The derelict buildings only represented the edges of the district. The edges were where you went if you’d run out of luck but didn’t want to leave the district. It was where you found yourself if you still thought you could win it all back. No one ever won it all back, beating the demons was unheard of. As you continued on the buildings became nicer, sleeker and colder. There was no warmth in this district. Courts, legal offices and casinos were big business here. Not to mention all of the stores catering to the high rollers. Car dealerships, designer fashion, award winning restaurants and more were places around the central business district.

At the epicentre stood The Cardinal, a luxurious, exclusive and extremely well guarded casino. It was where the demons had based themselves and it was fitting really, each sin was well represented inside those walls. To gain entry you were required to prove your wealth and you had to look the part. It was like most casinos in that you rarely ever beat the house but the similarities stopped there. If you ran out of cash other bargains could be struck with one of the 7 owners if you were dumb enough to make a deal with them.

You had heard stories about con artists who had tried to scam the place and the tales you had heard were not pretty. It would be very, very unfortunate if one of the 7 were to realize that and patron to the establishment were counting on what one con artist had liked to call ‘discreetly unorthodox methods’ to win the game – hell, it would be preferable to simply lose the old-fashioned way, or to be caught cheating by the normal attendants. They, at least, would probably be quick and efficient executioners. They had a very busy establishment to run. If, however, one of the 7 caught you, you would wish you were dead.

You had earned yourself free entry into The Cardinal after you had been tricked into catching one such con artist. At the time you hadn’t known you were hired by a demon, they were cunning like that. Avarice, or Yoongi as he had requested you refer to him, was cutthroat when it came to losing what he saw as rightfully his. The way he saw it, someone was out to take his money, and he saw that as a personal attack. You never asked what became of the con artist and frankly you didn’t want to know.

Over the years you had used the demons for their knowledge. Very little happened in the entire city without their knowing. Not surprising when you were dealing with demons. Even less surprising after you realised that the district was run by the seven deadly sins. In hindsight, Avarice was a little on the nose but demons always had weird latin names and you weren’t always bothered with translating them.

You had learned quickly that in order to deal with the demons and not end up as one of their victims you had to be extremely adept at double speak, specifics and manipulation. They were masters at the art of talking unsuspecting humans around in circles, promising them the world all the while tricking them into selling their souls, eternal servitude or death.

You made your way up the stone steps and spotted one of the bouncers sidestep to block you from entering the building. You turned your head towards one of the security cameras and blinked, waiting. A moment later the bouncer moved out of your way. You inclined your head at the camera before continuing up the steps to the entrance of the building. You paused in front of the doors that would lead you inside. Once you crossed that threshold it was a sensory overload and if you weren’t careful you’d never leave. Normal casinos were designed to fully immerse the gamblers into a world where time doesn’t exist, money is constantly won and where they directly influence the odds. The Cardinal did all of that and more. The windows were actually black reflective glass so if you looked at them you would never see the outside, only the interior of the casino. The layout was deceptively simple but if you strayed from the main aisle you could lose yourself for days. There were no clocks so that gamblers lost track of time, servers provided free food and booze to gamblers and if you weren’t gambling they’d tell you which machines were the good ones and which tables you’d win at in order to coerce you into gambling. Each of the three floors had different music, noises, lighting and scents. The kicker was that each room might just have one of the seven deadly sins in it, influencing the gamblers every move.

You bypassed the ground floor and headed straight up the stairwell to the main bar. You didn’t have a meeting set aside with Yoongi because you refused to give him any advantage when you needed to get information out of him. The less time he had to prepare, the better. You didn’t expect to find him in the bar area but you needed one of the others in order to gain access to whichever high stakes room he was more than likely in.

As you sat and waited for your drink the youngest of the seven dropped into the seat next to you. “I see you are taking your sin literally tonight Jungkook.” He smirked back at you.

“Well when you look this good…” He chuckled. He knew he was attractive, his body and charms were a weapon. Tall, dark haired, well built, strong but not imposing, thighs to die for, killer smile and that way of talking to you like you were the only person in the universe. Jungkook was dangerous to anyone he went after. Lust was definitely in his element in the casino and tonight he was not going for subtlety. Every other time you’d been here he’d been in a perfectly tailored suit that accentuated every feature that he wanted to highlight. Tonight he was in black skinny jeans, a collared shirt that was being held together with two buttons and a leather jacket. He exuded sex appeal and you needed him to leave the room. You couldn’t afford to waste any of your mental fortitude on anyone other than Yoongi tonight.

You reminded yourself why you were here and spoke. “I need access to whichever private game he’s running tonight.”  

Jungkook shrugged. “He’s not running one tonight.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, not believing the statement. “I’m not kidding, I have information to swap with him and some questions.”

Jungkook leaned forward and ran a hand through your hair. “And I told you, he isn’t running any of the private games tonight. V & Jin are. A bunch of foreign businessmen arrived earlier so those two get the honours for the night.”

You refused to break eye contact or allow yourself to notice how he had moved closer to you or all of the little touches he’d given you since sitting down. You did not come here to be seduced by Lust. No, you came here for a far more idiotic reason, to try and get Greed to give up information for free. “In that case where is he?”

Jungkook spun your body around on your seat so that he could stand right behind you. He extended his arm over your shoulder and pointed toward the other end of the floor before speaking in a sensual tone in your ear..  “He’s down near the roulette and blackjack tables. You could always just stay with me though. Surely we could work out a deal.”

You shook your head and removed yourself from his clutches. “You’d stand a chance if I didn’t know what you are. Unfortunately for you, I know better than to get involved with Luxuria.”

He grinned as you got up to leave. “Ah but that’s what makes it fun for me. When I finally do win you, you will beg for me.”

You waved as you walked off. “Keep dreaming on that. Never gonna happen.”

You scanned the area as you reached the blackjack tables. So far you hadn’t spotted him at any of the tables or walking the floor. You were getting ready to go back and chew Jungkook out for wasting your time when you finally spotted him. The mess of white blonde hair, the dark eyes observing the room hungrily from a recess in the room was unmistakably Yoongi. He glanced at you and raised an eyebrow. You approached him and took a seat in the recess next to him.

His low rasp startled you. “It’s fascinating to watch them revel in their greed. They hardly even need my influence on this floor, it’s almost like they think they could win.” He chuckled. “They know deep down that they cannot win, that no one beats the house, but still they try.”

“If they don’t need your influence then why bother making an appearance on this floor?”

“To recharge. I don’t need to influence them but I can feed off their greed.” His dark eyes gleamed. “And there is so much to feed off.” He waved a hand in your direction. “You aren’t here for a social visit so what do you want?”

“I have some questions for you about a case I’m working.”

You would have missed the gleam that flitted across his eyes if you hadn’t been looking at him to gauge his response. The vices were always easy to pander to, the difficult part was getting what you wanted unscathed. “What are you offering in exchange for my answers? You know nothing is free inside these walls.”

“Between 40 – 100% of the physical assets, gold, property, valuables etc will go to you. The percentage depends on the state that I find my client in.”

“80 – 100%”

“55 – 100%. No more. All I require from you is information, you don’t even have to move from this spot.”

He thought about your offer as he watched the humans throw their money down at the roulette tables, as if they stood a chance at winning. Their greed was palpable. “Fine. I will answer 3 questions. If you require more than that then we renegotiate the terms of our deal.” Clever. It was a smart move. This way he would gain some knowledge about what your case was and then he could figure out just how badly you wanted to solve it. He was trying to use your need for answers against you. It was not likely that he would budge from the initial offer of three questions so you got to work on the phrasing, you could not afford to leave any cracks for him to evade answering you.

“Agreed.” He shifted in his seat to face you, providing you with his full attention. “A girl went missing on her way home from night classes at the hospital. She lives in this territory. Every night she would call or text her sister to let her know she was on her way home and which bus she was on. The night she went missing she texted her sister to say she was leaving the hospital but she never arrived home. I initially thought vamps because by the time I was hired all of her records had been wiped. It’s as though she never existed.  I met with Jiyong and questioned him about the circumstances. After talking it out I can safely say I’ve eliminated the vamps from suspicion. That now leaves demons, wolves and the fae.”

“Not even considering humans for this?”

“The police sent the sister to me after they came up with nothing. They’ve had similar cases over the past few months and have never found a body or a suspect. Humans just aren’t as adept at making multiple people disappear without a trace.”

“Careful now Syn, that almost sounds like a compliment.”

“Question 1: In the past 10 days have any deals/bargains or agreements been made that resulted in the disappearance of a girl named Juliet on her way home from class at the hospital?”

“No.”

“Question 2: Where was she taken?”

“It’s flattering that you think I know the whereabouts of everyone in this city.”

“You have eyes on every person who lives in your sector and she lives here. Answer the question Yoongi.”

He smirked at you. “Away from her home.”

You mentally kicked yourself for not making the second question more specific. That was a rookie mistake, something you were not. “Question 3: Specifically, what building in which section was she taken to?”

Yoongi glared at you as he pondered how to respond. He eventually sighed. “This particular inhabitant of this sector was abducted before she reached the border. She was taken downtown so you might as well forget about ever finding her. I don’t know a specific building because fae territory doesn’t abide by the normal laws of physics.”

You slumped back into the recess. Fae territory meant bad news. You weren’t even sure if the case was worth pursuing at this point. When the fae took you, you never returned. The travellers had many stories about what happened if you got taken by the fae but that’s all it was, stories. None had ever met anyone who had been taken and returned.

You stared out at the blackjack table and tried to work out what you were going to do. To proceed would mean putting your life in danger but you hated the idea of throwing in the towel and giving up. You were pulled from your thoughts as Yoongi nudged your leg with his. “So, my payment…”

“Are you trying to be annoying or does it just come naturally?

“It comes naturally. But really, what percentage?”

You scowled at him. “I’m not sure yet.”

“Wait. You aren’t seriously going to pursue this are you?”

You shrugged. “I’m not sure yet.”

He scratched the back of his head and stared back out at the casino floor. You resumed watching the blackjack table. A man grabbed your attention. He was good enough of a cheat to not get noticed by the staff or guards but you were sure that he was cheating. The most common thing people tried to do was count cards but it was extremely obvious unless you were a master at it. This man wasn’t counting cards. He was a good player but he was drugging the other players. It was subtle but you spotted the slight touches and the residue that the players couldn’t see. Their betting became more extravagant and their actions less logical so he was naturally cleaning up at the table as a result of their bad bets. “Table 12, red hair and black suit.”

Yoongi quickly looked to the table you mentioned and watched as the game progressed. “That fucker thinks he can steal from me does he? Well. We’ll see about that.” He stood and turned to you. “I can provide extraction from the fae sector for you.”

Your head snapped up to look at him. There was no way he would ever offer something for nothing. “At what cost?” you asked.

He shrugged, a cold smile growing on his face. “If you die I get everything you own.”

You tried not to laugh. What exactly did Yoongi think you owned? Your shitty apartment was full of second hand furniture and you had lived a minimalist life , not by choice, so your version of everything was a lot less than he must have thought. “Deal.” You responded. “Try not to kill the guy before questioning him this time.”

He grinned at you, his gummy smile completely changing his face. “Got to mind the delicate social nuances when you inform some poor fellow that he’s a dumb motherfucker.”  Yoongi turned and disappeared in the crowds.

You returned to the bar, thankfully Jungkook was busy and was leaving you alone. You drank your whiskey in peace and watched the crowds. You’d always been fascinated by people and observed their behaviours whenever you could. You could tell a lot from watching a person who had no idea they were being watched. The Cardinal was full of liars, deceivers, criminals and the selfish tonight. Everyone you observed was trying to swindle their opponent and get rich. Observing that grew boring rather quickly.

A tuft of lavender hair across the room stole your attention. Piercing feline eyes stared back at you, cutting through the crowds like a laser. As soon as you stared into them they seemed to disappear. If it wasn’t for the fact that you could still see the lavender hair you would have believed you’d imagined it. You had no idea why you were so drawn to the man with lavender hair but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d seen him before.

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You stood at the threshold between the fae sector and the human sector. You had spent the remainder of last night organising how you were going to ensure yourself safe passage in and out. You’d called Juliet’s sister to update her on the case, she’d quickly agreed to your higher fee in the hopes that you could return Juliet to her. Zico, head of the werewolf clans, had given you directions to the main bar in the fae sector. He’d told you that it was the main hub for getting information and that you might be able to get some of your questions answered there. He had told you not to hold out much hope though. The fae were very private and getting direct answers out of them was like drawing blood from a stone. Yoongi had struck a deal with you that promised he could get you out of the fae sector and demons never failed to deliver when a deal was struck so that made you feel a little safer.

You’d talked with sprites that had moved to the mixed sector and they’d given you rules to follow. Don’t eat or drink anything while in the fae sector or you’ll never leave and if you were to run into one of the princes, bow and leave. According to the sprites, the emissaries to the fae sector were the ones who did all of the dirty work like kidnapping girls but the princes were a different matter entirely. The princes could alter your mind and make it so that you’d never want to leave. They could bring you untold pleasure or unbearable pain.

Lastly, you’d called Detective Markham and told her what you could about the abduction and what she was to do if you disappeared.  She wished you luck on your rescue operation but reminded you not to sacrifice your own safety just to close a case. That was a little hypocritical coming from her but you had promised her you’d try. Anything more would have been a lie.

So you stood at the threshold trying to talk yourself into crossing the invisible border. You stood at the threshold convincing yourself that you weren’t an idiot to try and find this girl. That you could enter this sector and come back out unscathed. That you wouldn’t need to call in any of your contingency plans to get you the fuck out of there if everything went sideways. You trusted in your abilities. You weren’t just any human, you were skilled in areas that others weren’t and you trusted that you could either get the job done or confirm that Juliet was a lost cause. Either way you would walk back out across the border in a few hours. You squared your shoulders and took a deep breath and then stepped into the fae part of town.

The bar was not like you had expected. You weren’t sure what you’d expected but a tiki themed bar had definitely NOT crossed your mind. It was weird. Surely it was a joke of some sort, or an illusion. Zico had told you about some of the powers the fae had and the drugs they used. He’d given you a dose of something that he said would remove glamour and allow you to really see what was happening but standing in the middle of the tiki bar… you weren’t sure that it had worked. Barmaids were dressed in coconut bras and grass skirts, tropical looking drinks and fruits were being served and there was weird rainbow coloured candy in bowls all over the bar. You felt like you were at a frat party not in a fae bar.  They were supposed to be scary… this was the opposite of that.

You watched as another girl wandered around the bar, clearly enthralled by the theme. She eventually made it to the bar and ordered some weird blue drink and the bartender dropped a piece of the rainbow candy in it. He was speaking to her as he stirred her drink and she was giggling at the attention. Part of you wanted to go and stop her from consuming a drop of it but you needed to see what happened when she drank it. She lifted the drink to her lips and took a sip through her straw. Nothing happened. How anti-climactic. She took her drink and moved to a table in the far corner to continue enjoying her drink and staring around the bar. Seriously how could a tiki theme be this engrossing for a person? You were actually starting to wish for something to happen to her so that she’d stop staring at the tiki torches like they were the most exotic thing she’d ever seen in her life.

As soon as she sat down an orange haired man appeared. The way he held himself made you think he was potentially one of these princes Zico had warned you about. There was a cunning gleam in his eyes as he made a beeline for the girl and sat opposite her. You cursed under your breath. You could only see her face as he spoke to her and you watched the flirty smile and body language that she was offering up. As you continued to watch you notice the desire in her eyes build but you also saw something else. Fear. As he continued to speak to her you watched that fear and apprehension grow. She shook her head in response to something he said and he shrugged, moving to get up and leave. She grabbed his hand and begged him not to leave her. It was surreal. Here was this woman in front of you who was clearly terrified but begging to go with the very person who terrified her.  She nodded at something he’d said and then they both left.

“It’s rude to stare you know.” A light voice pulled you out of your tunnel vision of the recently vacated table. You nearly jumped out of your seat when he’d spoken.

“You might need to tell yourself that if you were watching me long enough to decide that I was staring.” You turned around in your seat to see who was speaking to you. When you turned you were met with an empty seat.

“You were hardly subtle about it. Sitting at a table alone, no food, no drink, not blinking…” This time you did jump as the voice now sounded from opposite you on the table. You turned back around and staring back at you was a fae man. You knew he was fae because no human looked that good. It simply wasn’t possible. The man staring back at you had the most mesmerising eyes, feline in shape. You felt like you had looked into these eyes before but you couldn’t remember when. He watched with a smirk on his face as you took in his appearance. The lavender hair, that stood out.  You were certain you’d seen him before.

“It’s also rude to invade a person’s space without introducing yourself.” You bit back. This guy clearly thought a lot of himself because he scoffed at your words and leant forward on the table, placing his head on top of his hands and raising an eyebrow at you. You hated how good he looked while doing that.

“I like doing things I shouldn’t. I don’t feel guilty. I don’t feel remorse. Why should I tell you who I am?”

You sat back in your chair, wishing you had a whiskey right now. “Well, simply put, it would be rude of you not to introduce yourself now.” There was something about this guy. If any other being irked you like this you wouldn’t have tolerated it but something about him made you keep your cool. You mind was trying to work out when you’d seen or spoken to him before but it was coming up foggy.  You had a niggling feeling that he had been keeping an eye on you over the past few days but you had no proof. You weren’t stupid though, you knew someone had wiped part of your memory. The foggy emptiness that a memory wipe left behind was something you’d seen in clients over the years but it had never happened to you.

He chuckled at you. “Is this how you treat everyone you meet?”

“Stop evading the question.”

“What, and ruin the air of mystery I have working for me? No I don't think I'll give you a name yet.”

You leaned forward, closing the gap between the two of you. “Why won't you tell me your name?”

”Because that would be telling.” He took a sip of his whisky and licked his lips “Since when do you need a name to enjoy someone's company?”

It might have been his eyes, the way he just licked his lips or it might have just been the strange feeling of familiarity he gave you that caused you to respond with “I can think of at least one good reason.”

That caught his attention, earning you another smirk. He placed his glass on the table in front of him and used his free hand to push your hair behind your ear, slowly trailing his hand along your jaw until he reached your chin, which he lightly grasped. “I do wonder what that reason could be. You make it sound so very enticing. Did you notice that I never asked for your name?”

You smirked. “Names are dangerous to throw around, especially with the fae.”

He sighed. “You ruin the fun so quickly. Fine. Why are you here kitten?” You glared at the pet name he gave you. “What? You don’t want to give me a name. I have to come up with one myself.”

You centred yourself and reminded yourself not to get into an argument with the fae. This guy seemed playful enough now but if you pissed him off you could tell you’d regret it. “I came to ask some questions about a missing girl.”

He sat silently, waiting for you to continue. “She went missing a week ago from the hospital. It wasn’t humans, vamps or demons that took her. Her records were scrubbed so now it appears like she never existed.  The last sighting of her was 5 days ago as she was taken across the border into this territory.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “And?”

It took all of your will not to snap at him. Why would he give two shits about the life of a human? You described her to him and handed him a photo of Juliet. “So my first question is; have you seen her?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“Who took her?”

He sat back in his chair, swirling his whiskey. “How much do you know about our kind kitten?”

“Enough to know that you are clever and dangerous.”

He laughed, actually laughed at you. “I meant our history but it’s good to know you aren’t stupid like that girl you were staring at earlier.”

You scrunched your nose as you thought. “Not much. No one is really all that forthcoming with fae history lessons.”

He set his glass on the table and sat up straight. “There are 9 fae princes. 4 belong to the seasonal courts, summer, spring, autumn and winter and 3 belong to the solar courts, dawn, day and night. There are 2 emissaries, one to the seasonal courts and one to the solar courts. The emissaries are the ones who frequent the human world. The other princes are supposed to remain in their lands and not venture out into the human world but they are easily bored so sometimes they visit to observe and to choose new playthings. If they find a plaything, the emissaries collect said plaything for them and transport it to the fae lands. These 9 princes are said to be devastatingly handsome and dangerous. They each have a power that helps their court flourish and grow... Why are you laughing?”

“Sorry but if you could see your face when you said devastatingly handsome. Ego much? So, is the point of this history lesson to tell me that Juliet was taken by one of the two emissaries and is now a plaything in one of the courts?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Be careful how to address me now. I ignored your earlier rudeness since you did not know my status. Now that you do, I won’t ignore your lack of manners or tact any more. It is true, Juliet now resides in one of the courts.”

Your shoulders dropped. If she was in one of the courts and not somewhere in the city there you had no hope of getting her back. You hated cases with bad outcomes but no one ever entered the far realm and came back. Once you entered, you were as good as dead in the real world. The man across from you noticed the shift in your mood and pouted slightly. “You could get her back. For a price.”

You shook your head. “Deals with demons are iffy enough, striking deals with the fae? That’s a whole different problem. The price is always too high, and 90% of the time the deal is worded in such a way that it only benefits the fae.”

He smirked at you. “You might find that you enjoy this one.”

“I can’t make a deal with anyone if I don’t know their name.”

“I thought you specialised in dishonest finesse?”

“I also do a brisk trade in putting knives to peoples’ throats and shouting at them”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Something is different, you weren’t able to focus on me before. Why is it that you can now?”

“A little wolf helped me get past your glamour.” You paused. “Answer one more question for me. Have we met before?”

“Oh my dear, if you remembered you would blush.” He bit his lip and stared at you brazenly. “I will make an addition to my terms. I will secure passage for Juliet, the girl from that picture who went missing from the hospital last week, to be returned to her sister unscathed, not remembering anything about her time in the fae lands if you agree to tell me your name, allow me to remove the glamour on your mind and live in my court for one month. After the month is over I will offer to wipe your memory and return you or let you keep your memories and return you.” He took a swig from his glass and chuckled at the look on your face as you tried to process the fact that you had met him before and apparently had some sort of history with him as well as how specific he had been in wording the deal. “See, fae can make detailed deals when we want to.”

“How do I know you or anyone else won’t harm me?”

“No harm shall come to you whilst under my protection, which will last from the moment you enter the fae lands until you leave a month later.”

You mulled the proposed deal over in your head. It seemed fine, your only concern was that you would have to go to the fae realm for a month. “I will agree to your terms with a few additions. 1. The normal fae rules for food and drink consumption will not apply to me whilst under your protection. 2. You will tell me your name during this month. 3. You will allow me one phone call before I go with you and 4. Juliet and her sister will remain safe.” He agreed, his lip curling upwards as you sealed the deal with a handshake. A small brand appeared on your forearm in the shape of a snowflake. “Winter court I assume?” He nodded.

You dialled and waited for your call to be answered. He picked up after 3 rings. “What?”

“Yoongi, the extraction plan we made a deal on, if I am not back in The Cardinal in one month send someone to my office. If I’m not there, extract me from the winter court.”

Yoongi’s low rasp sounded “Are you really this dumb Syn?”

“Your missing citizen will be returned tomorrow. I’ve struck a deal and I’d like to think after all these years hanging around you lot I’ve picked up on a thing or two.”

“Just remember what happens if you die.” With that he hung up.

The prince of the winter court had a devilish smirk on his face as he approached you which unsettled you. “I’m going to show you a memory that was wiped before we leave.” He raised his hand to your face and cupped it. Memories of your night at The Cardinal came flooding back to you. How you’d followed the lavender haired fae to the bar and tried to flirt in order to work out who he was. He’d played along, toying with you. He’d moved you into a small private booth in the bar and allowed you to push him down into the booth and straddle him as you drunkenly tried to get answers out of him, the lust and desire clouding your mind. You should have left the casino earlier, the effects of the sins, namely Lust, were starting to get to you.

“Yes, I think I'm starting to see why you might want my name.” He rolled his hips against yours causing you to cry out. “Do you want to know my name?”

“Yes!” You panted. He was giving you pleasure but holding back, yet to touch you where you craved it the most.

“Hmm, I think you're going to have to earn the privilege. Think you can earn it Syn?” You responded by kissing and nibbling at his neck whilst removing his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt. Then you started to kiss your way down his chest and slid yourself down off his lap until you were knelt in-between his legs. You ran your hands up the inside of his thighs and bit your lip. The memory then faded.

He whispered into your ear. “For the record, I know your name. You are still working on getting mine.” You were blushing as the memories remained with you, embarrassed at what you’d seen. He took your hand. “Ok, time to go. A deal is a deal. As soon as you enter the fae realm you are under my protection and Juliet will be sent back home.” He tugged your hand and started to walk towards the back of the bar. The wall shimmered and he waited for you to step through.

The last words you heard before stepping across the threshold were. “You have a month to earn my name.”

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Master list of my Carry On fanfic

I’ve seen this done recently and decided maybe it would be a good idea for me to organize my fics a bit, now that I’ve got more than 20 of them posted! Sometimes people are in a mood for a one shot, sometimes a multi-chapter fic, sometimes both. Here’s my master list of all my fics at ao3 including my WIPs.

One shots:

Friday I’m in Love Post canon fluff where Baz has a post exam surprise for Simon but Penny comes home first. I like to imagine Fiona has nurtured a love of 80's alternative music in Baz. Particularly bands like The Cure, The Smiths, Joy Division, Duran Duran, Siouxsie and the Banshees, hence the title. Idea came to me as I was baking my first batch of cherry scones. 

Stay to the End   A post canon late night conversation between Baz and Simon. Some fluff, some angst. Lots of talk about vampires and the long term.

You Make Me Feel Like I Am Home Again Leavers Ball fic. Simon and Baz at Watford for Baz's last night. What happens after their dance at the ball. Conversations, late night snacks, pilgrimages around Watford and a return to Mummer's House. Soft moments, much needed conversations and flustered Baz. Glorious and brilliant art by the inimitable @vkelleyart https://vkelleyart.tumblr.com/image/180908698942

Play the Game  Simon and Baz are unexpectedly snowed in for the weekend. They find plenty of activities to occupy their time. A domestic, fluffy Simon and Baz fic set post-canon. This is a gift fic for @vkelleyart as a thank you for her glorious art and a shout out to her love of board games.

Just Another Kiss  A one shot where SImon and Baz visit Penny during her term abroad in Chicago. Fluff, boyfriends, arctic weather, and an unexpected kiss-cam. Written as a birthday gift fic for @penpanoply who requested a giggling, laughing kiss.

In Between Days  Baz visits Simon at Penny’s on the weekends during his last term at Watford. Simon isn't himself and Baz is focused on distracting him. Soft boys, protective Baz, clothes shopping, curry, and conversation. Written for @vkelleyart based on the prompt she liked “being unable to open their eyes for a few moments after a kiss.”

I Couldn’t Love You More  Simon and Baz at a posh evening event, set post canon. Pure self-indulgent fluff. Boys in love. Inspired by the gorgeous art posted by @dancingwithdinosaurs on Instagram. Written as a gift for @dancingwdinosaurs I found myself writing this fic immediately after viewing the art.

Let Your Laughter Fill the Room Snowbaz prompt: Simon and Baz laughing their asses off. Like, falling down, snorting, clapping each other on the back, tears in their eyes where they can’t catch their breath-hilarity. Where things quiet down and they look at whatever set them off and then Baz snorts and Simon laughs and they just start cracking up all over again. Prompt from @fight-surrender

nb: the autocorrect fails in this fic have some nsfw words

A series of one shots written for the Carry On Countdown:

Love is Like the Flowers  Flower shop AU for Carry On Countdown 2018 first day prompt. A two chapter fic. Simon works in a flower shop. A handsome reticent young man makes repeat visits to the shop and piques Simon's interest. Little does he know Baz isn't there for just the flowers. Chapter two written as a gift for @fight-surrender from the kiss prompt she gave me for “kissing, then staying so close that you’re murmuring into each other’s mouth.”

Always Something There to Remind Me Written for the Nostalgia prompt for Carry On Countdown on Tumblr. Baz and Simon at Pitch Manor before setting out to find Nicodemus. The scene where Simon ends up wearing Baz's jumper and how that happened. Simon stumbles on a box in Baz's closet and snoops a bit.

Home Is Wherever I’m With You Written for the Carry On Countdown 2018 Nov. 27 prompt Abroad. Simon and Baz are spending their first summer together in London. Baz plans a weekend getaway for Simon but things don't go quite as he planned.

As You Wish Written for the Nov 28 Carry On Countdown prompt Fluff. Simon and Baz on a weekend night at home. Simon has some work to do to get Baz appropriately caught up on pop culture. He's also dealing with an underfed vampire. A night in at home fluff for these two boys. 

Lead Me Into Your Darkness Written for the Carry On Countdown 2018 November 29 prompt Mythology. Simon and Baz are Persephone and Hades but with a twist on the original story.

With A Little Help From My Friends Written for the Carry On Countdown 2018 Nov 30 prompt Hogwarts AU. Simon and Baz first meet on the Hogwarts Express and bond over the Sorting Hat experience. An early meeting and early friendship.

Here Comes the Sun Written for the Carry On Countdown 2018. Dec 3 prompt Sunset/Sunrise. Except this fic starts with early morning musings at sunrise for Simon and ends with a shared sunset back at Watford for them both. Soft in love Baz and Simon. Post canon setting.

You Can Read Me Anything Written for the Carry On Countdown prompt Bookstore AU. Baz and Simon are university students. Baz works in a bookstore. Simon's looking for a gift for Penny. Misunderstandings, embarrassing situations, spilled coffee and unexpected gift wrap. A story of love that starts under awkward circumstances but manages to move on from there. Any opportunity to throw shade on the Mage taken.

Multi chapter fics:

Close to Me A collection of Simon and Baz stories. Each chapter is a one-shot. A series of ficlets written based on a Tumblr OTP question prompt list I posted on tumblr. Chapters are based on the individual asks I received. Story title is the Cure song. Because you know Baz likes angsty 80's music.

Can’t Find My Way Home Former school roommates Baz and Simon run into each other at an airport when their flight is cancelled due to inclement weather. They team up to try to get home for the holiday but luck is not on their side. A Carry On Travel AU with planes, trains, automobiles, snowstorms, road trip mishaps, and mutual pining. Expect oblivious boys, bickering and banter, gratuitous use of tropes, and quite a bit of romance. A non-magical AU. 

Behind Closed Doors Non-magical AU. Baz is doing his best to keep his mother's beloved Watford afloat but CEO David Mage is making that more difficult with each passing day. The finances are what Baz needs to focus on but Mage's personal assistant, the devastatingly attractive Simon Snow, is becoming more and more of a distraction. The annual company Christmas party unexpectedly throws them together and their mutual pining results in a clandestine relationship that could threaten both of their careers and break their hearts. Miscommunication, misunderstandings, nosy coworkers, overbearing bosses, and the challenges of speaking from the heart create mayhem for them both. Of note this is starting as a T rating but may well go up to an M. Originally conceived as a one-shot gift fic for @krisrix that has now burgeoned into a full blown multi-chapter fic. WIP

Never Tear Us Apart Simon and Baz have comfortably settled into their relationship and their university studies. Summer is here and with Penny visiting Micah in America they can finally indulge in the relaxing summer holidays together. But then a bewildering letter arrives for Simon and they find themselves following a trail of clues that might lead them to discovering Simon's true parentage. Soft boys in love, road trips, misunderstandings, uncomfortable conversations around the dinner table--Simon and Baz discover more than they expected about each other and about Simon's mysterious past. Written for the Carry On Big Bang 2018/2019. WIP

Dance the Night Away Dev and Niall have their suspicions about why Baz is being such a prick this summer. Or rather more of a prick than usual. Their idea of a night on the town to get him to confide in them doesn't quite go as planned. Featuring Dev and Niall POV, Baz being evasive, and dancing. Takes place the summer before eighth year and then about a year post canon. Written for @basic-banshee

Written as a companion piece to my fic Never Tear Us Apart, taking place just after chapter 10.

Chapter written for the Carry On Round Robin:

3) Frozen Baz has been avoiding Simon. Simon's not having it. Tempers are lost, things chill out, morning brings some interesting revelations.

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Saturday Spectacular #19

Happy Saturday!!! So this is me thanking awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and all the time they put into their fics. ♥️ I want to recommend spectacular fanfic stories I read this week! ♥️ All posts will be tagged #saturday spectacular fic rec

Hello friends, it’s been a while since I’ve done one of these. It’s been a crazy few months. This semester I started college and am getting an associate's degree in one year that means I’m taking 23 credits this fall term. It’s been a bit crazy but I’ve still been read fic so this what I’ve read since September 21. It’s not going to be in order.

light upon darkened dreams by @alexiablackbriar13 | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: After the events of 8x04, Oliver remains awake long into the night, getting lost in his thoughts about his children and Felicity. It's a good thing he isn't asleep, because he catches Mia suffering from a horrific nightmare. How can a father comfort his daughter from the future from a bad dream when they're still practical strangers to each other?

Artemis by @laxit21 | Arrow | WIP

Summary: When the Queen’s Gambit sank, two people were stranded on Lian Yu. Five years later, four came back.

Daughter of the Demon by @laxit21 | Arrow | WIP

Summary: What if in 1988 while traveling through Las Vegas Ra’s al Ghul bumps into a nice waitress named Donna Smoak and they have one-night stand together? A little bundle of joy named Felicity Smoak is the result. In 2014, the Demon Head becomes aware of his youngest daughter’s existence.

The Ravager by @laxit21 | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Slade Wilson’s plan for revenge against Oliver took time, money and no shortage of lives to pull together. His plan didn’t anticipate Felicity Smoak. How will his plan change now that his lost-lost daughter is working with the very man he’s trying to destroy?

Felicity of Themiscyra by @laxit21 | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Years ago, Donna Smoak left the island of Themiscyra and her sister Queen Hippolyta behind to live in man’s world. She never told Felicity the truth about where she came from. As a result of the Undertaking, Felicity discovers some of her Amazonian abilities and makes an interesting new friend: Diana Prince.

The Daughter That Was Left by @laxit21 | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Before the Gambit, Oliver Queen met QC intern Felicity Smoak. When he boarded the Gambit, he left something behind. Now, five long years later someone is waiting for him.

I Scream But No Sound Comes out by @laxit21 | Arrow | WIP

Summary: When Oliver returns from Lian Yu after five years, he comes back different. What happened there damaged more than just his body. How will his friends and family deal with this new Oliver?

The Point of No Return by @oneofthosecrazygirls-fics | Arrow | Completed

Summary Oliver and Felicity prepare for their first date. This fic is part of the What Should’ve Been ‘verse, but can be read as a stand-alone fic.

Can’t Help Falling in Love by @smoaking-greenarrow | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Collection of fluff fics based on Tumblr prompts! Some are angsty, but most of this is fluffy. Enjoy!

Let the Light Shine Through by @griever11 | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Your heart starts healing and it’s a slow process. After all, it’s been in shambles; sharp, cruel pieces of rubble lying on the bottom of your rib cage for so long. Wounds heal, as they say. They’ll scar, and they hurt, but they heal.

Baby Daddy by more0rLessJess | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Bartender Oliver Queen was living his twenties to the fullest, he lived with his best friend John Diggle, and his brother in everything but blood, Tommy Merlyn just moved into their apartment as he started his professional baseball career for the Starling City Rockets. On top of that, his childhood best friend Felicity Smoak, who was no longer goth and instead blonde and beautiful, was back in town and they were hanging out again. Oliver thought his days were going to be filled with partying, one night stands, and boys weekends while also spending quality time with the girl everyone kept telling him he was in love with. Until his ex girlfriend dropped a baby on his doorstep who turned out to be his son. After a lot of thought and Felicity Smoak peptalks, Oliver decides to keep and raise his son with the help of his friends. Or the Freeform sitcom Baby Daddy AU that no one asked for but I needed to write. Aka Oliver and Felicity are childhood friends and are hopelessly in love with eachother and everyone knows but them, oh and now they're raising a baby. What could go wrong?

call me my love, day or night by @alexiablackbriar13 | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: As Mia and William are enjoying their Monte Cristos, Oliver receives a phone call from somebody who is not Curtis. Somebody who is far, far more important.

and you'll blow us all away by inlovewithimpossibility | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Oliver desperately tries to connect with his daughter but it seems all he needed was a photograph and the memory of a woman both of them love more than anything. [Post-8x04 Oliver & Mia moment]

Fight To Live by CSM | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Post 803. Oliver's conversation with adult William and Mia does not go as planned and there is only one person that can help him. Takes places directly after the episode.

New York's Finest (Supernatural) Detectives by BillCipherpines | Brooklyn Nine-Nine & Shadowhunters | Completed

Summary: Jake Peralta is 100%, without a doubt, definitely sure that his friend Simon Lewis is a vampire. But when he sets out to prove it to his friends they get sucked into the world of Shadowhunters and realize that petty drug dealers are the least of New York's problems. But not to worry, New York's finest Shadowhunters are on the case

The Unlikeliest Places by @griever11 | Arrow | Completed

Summary: 'It all starts on an unassuming Friday evening. Or rather, if she’s being honest with herself, everything else in her life ends on that Friday.' 

An AU meeting fic where Felicity Smoak accidentally-on-purpose stumbles upon some shady activity as an IT tech for Queen Consolidated and realises that she really isn't being paid enough for any of this.

In Another Life (I could be your man) by angelicmisskitty | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Their lives couldn't be more different - and yet Oliver can't take his eyes off the beautiful blonde woman that leaves the subway every morning at 7.43am. There is something about her that makes him look up every morning - something that also makes him aware he'll never be good enough for her, or that she'd even notice him.

He had no idea how much his life would change the day he rushed over to help her...

Olicity AU - no Lian Yu, no saving the city (at least not in the way we know from Arrow :D )

Here At Last by thecomebackkids99 | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: A 8x04 spec fic of what happens right after Mia, William, and Connor are transported to the bunker.

Against All Odds by CSM | Arrow | Completed

Summary: Post 3x14. Time Travel. Going back in time. Changing the future is not an exact science but he knows if anyone can do it, it’s her. If there is one thing Eleanor Queen can do, is be a hero. After all she has heroes’ blood pumping through her veins.

Lucas' Adventures by CSM | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Post 2x07. One late night in the foundry Oliver finds an abandoned baby, who he later finds out is his biological son, the only thing is the baby seems to think Felicity is his mother, which is impossible. Or is it? aka, Mia Smoak gets tired of her baby brother and sends him to 2013 where their unsuspecting parents find him. Companion piece to Impeccable Genetics.My contribution for the Olicity Summer Sizzle

“Time for a story” Drabble Series by @smkkbert | Arrow | WIP

Summary: This fic shows Olicity and their life as a (married) couple with family. Although Olicity (and their kids) are the protagonists, other characters of Arrow and Flash make appearances. It started as a drabble series, but developed more and more into a full domectic AU. Although some chapters are still drabble-like, there are longer storylines by now.

With You by @griever11 | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Post 8x03 Leap of Faith. Oliver, William and Mia have a lot of feelings and in classic Queen fashion, have somewhat of a hard time expressing them. Oliver learns about the future and his kids try to make sense of the past.

in the here and now by @alexiablackbriar13 | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Set immediately post-8x03. “Dad?” Oliver stares in utter disbelief at the trio who have appeared on the bunker platform along with him in a blinding flash of light. For a good couple of seconds, his brain just… stops functioning. He’s so astonished that he can’t think, he can’t breathe, he can’t feel anything but shock.

The Blame Game by inlovewithimpossibility | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: After they recover from their sudden appearance in the past, what's left of FTA still need to deal with what happened before they left. Mia and Connor both seek a moment of peace and Mia's brother and father are the guiding hand she needs as she feels like she's drowning.

There Are Two Sides to Every Story by @oneofthosecrazygirls-fics | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Susan Williams and Bethany Snow are two of Starling City’s most prominent journalists...but their styles are very different.This is a series of articles written by these two journalists from the time of the sinking of the Queen’s Gambit to the present day.**set in the What Should’ve Been ‘verse**

Campfire Stories by @realityisoverrated-fic | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Samantha has finally agreed to allow William to spend a month of his summer vacation with Oliver, Tommy, and Felicity. William asks to spend his first weekend with Oliver camping - alone. Oliver is more than a little nervous to spend time alone with his son when he still feels like a stranger.

The First Time by @realityisoverrated-fic | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Every love story has a beginning, theirs started with a death.

Home Is Where You Are by @realityisoverrated-fic | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Felicity is away on business and missing home. Tommy surprises her with an unexpected visit.

The Italian Restaurant by @realityisoverrated-fic | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Felicity, Oliver and Tommy go on their first date which leads to other firsts.

Cobble Hill by @realityisoverrated-fic | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Tommy surprises Oliver and Felicity with a proposal that will mark a milestone in their relationship.

Up All Night by @realityisoverrated-fic | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: After a close call in the field, Oliver and Felicity reconnect.

Will You Still Love Me, Tomorrow? by @realityisoverrated-fic | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Donna arrives for an unexpected visit and Felicity must decide if she is going to reveal the truth about her relationship with Oliver and Tommy.

Wherever You Are, There I Am by @realityisoverrated-fic | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: The history of Oliver Queen and Tommy Merlyn's relationship.

Burgers & Lies by @realityisoverrated-fic | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Tommy confronts Felicity about a secret she has been keeping.

Welcome Home by @realityisoverrated-fic | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Felicity has been away for two weeks and missing her guys. Oliver and Tommy are very happy when she returns from her trip early.

Twenty Questions Over Brunch by @realityisoverrated-fic | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Thea has a few questions for Felicity about her relationship with Oliver and Tommy.

Look Me In The Eye And Make Me Feel The Truth by @realityisoverrated-fic | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: A night out in the public eye might be more than their relationship can take.

Three by @realityisoverrated-fic | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Felicity hasn't been acting herself all week. Tommy and Oliver finally confront her and they aren't prepared for what she tells them.

Practical Jokes and Other Misunderstandings by @realityisoverrated-fic | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Oliver and Tommy tell Thea about their relationship.

House Warming by @realityisoverrated-fic | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Oliver, Felicity and Tommy celebrate their first night together in their new home.

Perfect by @realityisoverrated-fic | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Felicity receives a call in the middle of the night from a distraught Tommy.

Nine to Five by @griever11​ | Arrow | Completed

Summary: The new receptionist at Oliver's office is weird, quirky and really cute but totally not his type. At all. Or so he tells himself. An Arrow/The Office AU.

keep this love in a photograph by @alexiablackbriar13​ | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: An alternate 8x01 scene.Moira suspects that there is more to her son than meets the eye when Oliver returns home from the island after twelve years.When she catches him with the photo he's carrying around of him with Felicity Smoak and a baby, a confrontation and an emotional conversation ensue.

Mothers know best by @smkkbert​ | Arrow | Completed

Summary: Since they have been kids, they have been best friends. Since they have been friends, their mothers wanted them to be together.After coming back from the east coast, Felicity takes over a position at Queen Consolidated, the company her best friend will soon take over from his father. Their mothers still push for them to be together, and they seem closer to that goal than ever because wedding bells are ringing. The only problem is that they both plan to get married to someone else.

The Legacy of a Queen by inlovewithimpossibility | Arrow | WIP 

Summary: Series of one-shots from a future AU where Oliver and Felicity are able to raise their children after they defeat the Ninth Circle and Oliver hangs up the hood

A Brother in Arms by inlovewithimpossibility | Arrow | WIP 

Summary: “I just… she really found me and sent you here?” He asks quietly and John’s face morphs from concern into a sad smile as he nods.“Oliver, you know she’d be here herself if it weren’t for Mia.”“I… it’s been a week. She said she’d find me but I didn’t expect…” Missing moment from 8x01 where John and Oliver discuss Felicity finding Oliver and sending John to Earth-2 to help his brother.

Providence by @so-caffeinated | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Will Queen has struggled in silence in the year since he was shot. But when a shadowy crime lord known as Domino targets the only woman Will’s ever truly loved, fate forces him to confront his demons in ways he never could have imagined… Whether he wants to or not. Amelia Prescott has fought to take control of her life since learning two years ago that her personal and professional worlds were manipulated by others. But nothing can prepare her for just how hard she’ll have to fight to set her own course, especially when her heart belongs to a damaged man and a crime lord threatens her every professional move… And her life. Destiny brings them together, but as chaos reigns and personal demons haunt Will and Amelia both, it may also threaten to tear them apart.

What Are You Doing Here, Miss Queen? by inlovewithimpossibility | Arrow | WIP 

Summary Sara Lance prides herself on knowing people, she gets them in a way a lot of others struggle with. So when a mysterious blonde shows up to help with the fight of their lives, Sara is surprised when there's something about her that she just can't put her finger on. That is until she figures out that this supposed 'Green Arrow from another earth' is actually Oliver's time-displaced daughter. [Sara sees straight through Mia's Crisis disguise, confronts her about what she's doing in the past, and forces father and daughter into a conversation that is clear they needed to have]

the true meaning of sacrifice by inlovewithimpossibility | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Around five years after Crisis, Felicity is surprised and angry when a group of three heroes show up at her door demanding help from her.

i will find you again by inlovewithimpossibility | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: a short-introspective on oliver in s8 inspired by the scene in the trailer as he takes a moment to remember the reason he's fighting. his wife, his children... they give him the strength he needs to be the hero the universe requires

Paging Dr. Smoak by @laxit21 | Arrow | WIP

Summary: When Oliver Queen gets into a car accident, he meets Dr. Felicity Smoak. He had no idea how much a chance meeting would change his life.

little wonders (twists and turns of fate) by @alexiablackbriar13​ | Arrow | Completed  Summary: Oliver and Felicity's drunken mistake of a hook-up in the bunker comes with unexpected consequences in the form of a... souvenir.Deciding to remain romantically uninvolved, the two of them will have to battle all the trials and tribulations of maintaining a platonic relationship while Felicity is pregnant and the two of them are living together, coping with all the emotional baggage that they both bring to the table - and dealing with the fact that they are still very much in love with each other, but scarred by the events that broke them apart in the first place.

time falls away (in these small hours) by @alexiablackbriar13​ | Arrow | Completed

Summary: Missing scene and side-story oneshots and drabbles set within my S5 post-bunker sex AU little wonders (twists and turns of fate). (Will contain spoilers) Summary for little wonders: Oliver and Felicity's drunken mistake of a hook-up in the bunker comes with unexpected consequences in the form of a... souvenir. 

Must be what I need by Nerdofmanytalents | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Thea gets to meet the reason for her brother's preoccupation of late. Its both exciting and terrifying.

Hawkins: The Upside by allonsysilvertongue | Stranger Things | WIP

Summary: A collection of one shots featuring Joyce Byers and Jim Hopper.Recent Update: "I think you're beautiful."

Welcome to Starling Prep Elementary by inlovewithimpossibility | Arrow | Completed

Summary: When William Clayton and Adalyn Smoak bond over being the two new kids in Starling Prep Elementary's first-grade class, their parents are not prepared for what comes of their children's friendship. Plus, it doesn't hurt that both Oliver and Felicity are single.

Our Version of Events by @machawicket​ & @geneeste​ | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Action star Ollie Queen is trying to clean up his image and land parts that require him to do more than appear shirtless while fighting stuntmen. Pop star Felicity Smoak wants to be seen as an adult in time for the release of her new, grittier album. And talent manager John Diggle’s got an idea about what coverage of Oliver and Felicity’s brand new (and totally fake) romance could do for them both.

Workouts and Babbles by @elasticmonk​ | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Oliver comes to the rescue of one cute blonde at his gym just as Felicity stumbles upon one handsome mayor at her gym. They both have something in common, but will it bring them happiness?

Bodyguard by originalhybridlover | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Felicity needs a new bodyguard and Diggle referred her to an old friend, Oliver Queen. Unknowingly she meets the man she would one day marry.

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                                A Sun In The Night Sky

Summary: A collection of one-shots based off of my story, Mirabile Visu, in which Agatha and Dracula face the challenges and glory of becoming parents. You don’t need to have read the story to understand. To simply put it, this collection of works explores Agatha’s pregnancy, her blooming romance with Dracula, and raising their child.

Pairing: Dracula/Agatha

Read on FFN and AO3

A/N: Thank you to all who left comments/reviews and kudos for this story (or collection of one shots that is)! I am so honored to have readers like you! Also much gratitude to the outpours of prompts coming in! I have a growing list! Keep ‘em coming! I’m also working on the next chapter of Mirabile Visu, so keep your eyes peeled for that! Artwork done, of course, by the fantastic mitsukatsu on Tumblr!  -Jen

                                                    Nightmares

Thinking back to it now, perhaps she should’ve realized it was a dream. The warmth of the air, cool breeze blowing against her skin. She could smell the flowers, tulips that had just blossomed. Home. Holland. As she gazed forward, barefooted in the lush grass, she could just make out a small figure dancing among a swarm of butterflies. The toddler’s dark curls bounced as she reached outwards with tiny arms towards the bugs, her laugh infectious. Sorina. 

Agatha smiled as the little girl’s attention turned to her mother. She giggled, gesturing towards the fluttering creatures. The former nun laughed with her, transfixed by the beauty that was her daughter. The happiness that enveloped them both. Such was short lived when the warmth of the sky began to grow hotter. For the first time, the former nun looked up, realizing to her horror that through the clouds, the unforgiving rays of the sun began to stream through.

“Sorina!” She cried out, the call falling on deaf ears. “Sorina!” 

The little girl didn’t seem to notice, her small dress twirling around as she continued to play with the butterflies. The clouds grew sparse, the sun growing brighter as Agatha watched in terror as Sorina finally turned to face her. She smiled brightly, cocking her head to one side. 

“Mama?” 

Sorina held her arms out towards Agatha, taking one final breath before bursting into a pillar of flames.

“Agatha!” 

She shot up abruptly, her breathing erratic as her eyes darted quickly around the room. It didn’t even register at first that Dracula was hovering over her, his brow knit with concern as his cool hands cupped her face. Agatha pulled away, nearly tripping over her blanket as she stumbled out of bed and bounded for the door.

“Agatha, wait! Stop!” 

But she had already exited her room and turned the corner in the direction of Sorina’s nursery. She could hear the vampire behind her as she flung the door open, what little light from the hallway spilling into the room. Without thinking, she raced to the crib, fingers gripping the wooden frame as she peered down at the sleeping child. The toddler’s chest rose and fell rhymically with each breath, tiny lips pursed as her eyelashes brushed against her cheeks. 

“Agatha…”

The former nun scooped her daughter up, careful not to wake her as she held her close. She buried her face into her hair, taking in her scent. Dracula rested a hand on his wife’s shoulder, observing as she tried to stifle back a sob. It was so unusual, so rare to catch Agatha in a moment of weakness. The woman was strong, resilient, had been since that fateful day they met at St. Mary’s Convent in Budapest. It almost frightened him. 

“It was just a dream,” he soothed. “A nightmare.” 

She shook her head and swallowed. “I watched her burn,” Agatha whispered hoarsely. “She was fine and the next…” 

Sorina began to stir against her mother, but remained asleep. The vampire momentarily paused before gently wrapping his arms around Agatha. She didn’t shy away, instead leaning into his embrace. He could hear her heart racing, differing from the slow, steady pace of their daughter’s. A few strands of hair stuck to her temples from where she had been sweating. Whatever she had dreamed, had witnessed, must’ve truly been terrifying. 

“Come,” he softly urged. “Let’s go lie down.” 

“I don’t think I’m in the right state to leave her,” she replied, swallowing hard. “I don’t think I can…”

“Then bring her with us,” the count replied quietly. “Staying awake to watch her isn’t going to do you any good.”

Agatha exhaled and, with her arms wound around her daughter, followed Dracula back to her quarters. Mindful of her sleeping child, she eased back onto the mattress and under her sheets. Much to her surprise, the vampire did the same. He watched as Agatha gently maneuvered Sorina so she rested between her two parents. Despite her mother’s panic, the child had remained asleep, much to both their reliefs. 

“I would never let anything happen to either of you,” he murmured. 

“Most dreams and nightmares are far from realistic,” Agatha replied. “But that still doesn’t make them any less traumatic.” Her gaze flickered to their daughter. “If something were to happen to her, I would never forgive myself. For the life of me, I still have yet to comprehend how one could love another so dearly. I was a nun, that was supposed to be my devotion, to love all.” She let out a quiet chuckle. “But none of that compares to how I feel about her. I would do anything for her. Kill, die, travel to the ends of the Earth. How is it possible, these feelings?” 

“I cannot say I have an answer,” Dracula admitted. “But I share the same when it comes to both of you.” He smiled, reaching over to interlock his fingers with her. “In my many centuries of existing, it was you who I chose to last. How odd of a thought is that?” His thumb ran gently across the scar on her palm from where she cut herself to shed blood in defiance. “You amaze me, Agatha Van Helsing. And bestowed me with such a gift that trumps any worldly knowledge I could ever receive.” The vampire smiled warmly at Sorina. “I would do anything for you two, even if it meant meeting the sun.”

“A bold statement,” Agatha replied, a small smile crossing her otherwise tired features. “Who knew you to be such a romantic without means of manipulation.” She fell silent for a moment, doing her best to stifle a yawn. “Thank you,” she mumbled. “For being there for me.”

“Always,” he responded, leaning in close to rest his forehead against hers. “Now sleep, I’ll stay by your side. No dreams shall haunt you now. Rest, my love.” 

Agatha mumbled something unintelligible as her eyelids grew heavy. She listened to the soft sounds of the toddler breathing, felt the cool touch of her partner. Slowly she slipped away into the empty black of the unknown. Finally free of the darkness of her thoughts. Love certainly  was such a strange and marvelous thing. 

[showandwrite]

ADVENT 2018

I know, I know...we left without a trace or goodbye message and you all probably hate us for it. We're totally and absolutely sorry! 

Both Lein and I had a very very busy year. Loads of things have changed (I have a new job and now 2,5 hours of traveling each day, Lein got more responsibilities at hers), loads of things have happened and we both wanted to focus more on reading (my reading goal for 2018 is 200 books and I'M GETTING THERE!), on writing original stories (you can check them out on Annannette on Wattpad or follow the links on my personal tumblr @acourtofhopeanddreams) and on fanfic.

But...Each and every day we still get new followers, reblogs, comments on Wattpad, likes and messages.We're so thankful that even after all this time, our stories still resonate with people. 

So...I wanted to do something, just something small, to make sure that showandwrite doesn't completely cease to exist.

I will be doing an ADVENT 2018 project! From December 1st to December 31st I will post one imagine/drabble/fanfic a day and YOU are gonna decide what I'll write!

The rules:

I will write for all characters from Teen Wolf, The Vampire Diaries, the Originals, Riverdale and Shadowhunters. For Game of Thrones I will allow myself to be a little more selective, but please, request them and we'll see! (I'm afraid no the 100...that muse is totally absolutely fully gone...)

Each character can be requested only once (so we end up with 31 different characters and hopefully a lot of people with one something they like)

Requests are open from now until I have requests for 31 different characters, so...first come first serve!

Every sort of request is welcome! You can come up with a prompt, a sentence, a song, a word, a poem, a book, an AU, whatever. All the pairings however have to be reader/character. (If you want me to write a fanfic, feel always free to go to @acourtofhopeanddreams and send me a message there ;-))

I write for all genders and sexualities. I will however NOT write homosexual characters in heterosexual relationships.

And I guess...that's about it! I didn't tell Lein about this, so I have NO clue if she's gonna be in or not. If not, you'll be stuck with just me ;-) I know that this post is VERY early. But...this way I have the time to write those 31 imagines and get them ready before it's time to post them!

Loads of Love and I missed all of you!

Annette

p.s Under the cut I will list the characters that are already requested in no particular order!

ALREADY REQUESTED CHARACTERS

1. I request a Corey watches his first Disney movie prompt! 2. I request the song "Bridges" by Aisha Badru with Kol Mikaelson 3. I’d like to request the song “Poison” by Alice Cooper with Klaus Mikaelson 4. “You have something in you hair.. um–do you want me to get it out?” With Jon Snow 5. Can I request one with Allison Argent like the reader is her younger sister and she is really protective of her + the prompt 'she is my little sister, she needs me'? 6. I'm not leaving until you smile' with Elijah Mikaelson 7. Celebrating your first Christmas with Hayley Marshall (can include Hope/other Mikaelsons if you want) 8. Present exchange with Clary 9. Christmas morning with Elena 10. Liam Dunbar like him and reader are friends, she loves him platonically like a sister with prompts "I have the right to be worried!" + "Are you sure you are okay?" 11. Scott McCall one, based on the song 'Aftertaste' by Shawn Mendes. But instead of the reader, Scott breaks up with the her and regrets it later. 12. Lucifer Morningstar with prompts "You came back! " "I promised, didn't I?" 13. could you do something where the reader always sits in the library and that's where she meets Isaac Lahey the guy on the lacrosse team she's been crushing on 14. "God, I was so worried!" "I was gone only for five minutes!" with Damon Salvatore. Him and the reader are really close like best friends and he worries about her? 15. "Just because she is beautiful doesn't mean you are not" with my man Stefan please! Fluff? 16. Chloe Decker x female reader, with the line "you're a pain in the ass. But I love you." 17. I request a female reader x Daniel Espinoza with "It's me! It's me! calm down baby, please!" 18. 'we didn't want her to leave so we duct-taped her to the tree' with Stiles? (fluffy) 19. “She used to tell me that a full moon was when mysterious things happen and wishes come true.” With Lucien Castle 20. "I might have had a few shots.” With Marcel Gerard. 21. something with Aiden Steiner along the lines 'wait, when did I take off my clothes?!' and 'Relax princess, you passed out from bleeding' 22. the reader is the youngest Salvatore & she’s dating Bonnie 23. Theo Raeken based on the song 'without me' by Halsey 24. Derek Hale x female reader with dialogue "I just lied to a cop, am I badass or what" "You are too cute" fluffy Derek 25. Robb Stark & the song "Back to you" :-) 26. Archie making a walk in the snow with you 27. decorating the Christmas tree (at school) with Veronica, Betty... and all the other main characters 28. Brett Talbot x female reader based on the song 'Dangerously' by Charlie Puth 29. Alec Lightwood x little sister! reader with line "No one would hurt you again or I'd kill them'' oh, and can it include Isabelle too? Just protective sibling fluff? 30. Newt Scamander and reader being hungry because she forgot to eat since yesterday

[jaimistoryteller]

Hi Folks

*waves* hello new peeps, I’ve recently followed, and been followed by some writing blogs, so maybe I should do a post about what I write and what this blog is about.

Fanfiction: lots of it and varied fandoms, I have an entire page dedicated to the armada, which I will probably need to update sooner than later, cause it evolves more often than I care to think about too closely. Here’s my armada, AO3 or Tumblr AO3 Fanfic list and Prompt Response

Commissions & Ghost Writing: commissions for fics within the legal allowable limits and ghost writing for short stories, I don’t have a lot of limits but I have a few.

Novels: I have 4 (thank you @merflk for reminding me of the fourth)

Shadow’s Sight:

Magic is a very large part of Tzila’s life, has been for years, and now she plans to use that magic to help her family no matter what the cost.

Definitely not the best summary but hey, it’s what I got so far, it will probably change as I actually get around to writing this. Tzila (primary character) is sex-positive ace. Caralyn (main character), Tzila’s sister, has physical disabilities, and while being partly changed into a vampire stops them from getting worse or developing new ones, it doesn’t get rid of the ones she already has, she still has a difficult time, often painful time walking, and uses a wheelchair when she leaves her home.

Converging Lives Verse:

Triad & Soulmate universe where people with soulmarks develop their matched marks mostly in their teens or young adult years. 

Here’s where the math get’s weird – I said 4 novels I am working on. I wrote the first three Converging Lives as one long novel that will be broken into different tales, but I still only count it as a single unit until the break down is done. The same with the second trilogy. I am writing it as a single book, to be broken down after.  Which makes 3 of the 4

1. Unexpected Meeting:

After sailing accident kills his parental triad, Jon is sent to live with his biological father. He never expected to meet his first soulmate there.

Luc never expected to wake up after a fall that should have killed him. He doesn’t quite know what to make of the teenager taking care of him during his recovery and refusing to be intimidated.

 2. Finding Home:

Now that Luc knows that Jon’s his soulmate, he asks the younger man to move in with him. More exactly to buy a house with him. It’s not as easy as it sounds.

After they’ve managed to settle, they decide to do some traveling. After all, what’s the use having the resources to do so and never using them? Besides, Luc wants to show Jon some of the places he’s enjoyed over the years.

Sometimes though, Luc thinks of the soulmate he lost, and wonders if there will be ever be a right time to try and reconnect with Isaac.

3. Connection:

Isaac has spent twelve years thinking that Luc is dead. It’s reasonable to think he’s losing his mind when he sees Luc when he’s on a mission. It’s impossible that his soulmate is still alive. He killed him during a mission after learning he was betrayed.

Jon thinks it’s time to meet Isaac. He knows more about what happened to his soulmates than they do, or at least, he knows more about what happened back then than they do.

Luc thinks it’s time he confronts the past. They betrayal of his first soulmate still stings but he needs to deal with it. It’s the only real way to move forward.

The only question is: how will it turn out when everything is finally in the open?

4. Unexpected Fate:

If someone would have told Sparks that he’d end up back in Russia and in charge of his family, he would have suggested they’re insane. Except, that’s exactly what happened. It’s a really good thing his ex and her brother doesn’t mind him asking for help, because he definitely needs it!

Iov always knew that he’d spend the rest of his life working off the mistake he made. He just never expected it to be by working to help rebuild a crime family into something new, something different. It’s hard to help plan for so many children and young adults when he’s not actually allowed near them.

 5. Building Lives

Sitara wants to teach, loves the idea of sharing knowledge. She’s not sure what draws her to apply for a job in Russia, only that she sees an ad for it, and it calls to her. Never would she have guessed that it would lead to her meeting one of her soulmates.

Emere has a case of wanderlust. According to her grandmother, her wanderlust is a direct result of the soulmate draw, pulling her ever towards where they are. Particularly the one who will need her most. She looks forward to the day she meets them.

Pavel’s worried about his best friend. In his opinion Iov needs to take a day off, though mentioning that causes panic, so he tries other ways to make sure his best friend gets to relax occasionally. Of course, the fact he meets his first soulmate, Emere, is a blessing he didn’t expect. 

Iov and Sparks are rather busy between the move into the new Balakhnov building, the family, and all the new people around. Of course it stir things up further.

6. Slow Future

Nazreen gets married because it’s what her family thinks is a good idea, only things go horribly wrong. She doesn’t know how to get out of a bad situation with her daughter, but she has to, for her daughter’s sake. 

Iov’s life has mostly settled. He lives in constant terror that he will lose everything at a moments notice. He doesn’t want to lose everything, not when he has more now than ever before. 

Unexpected events start to form a new future that is unexpected. 

My fourth novel is This Changes Everything

Alex presents as an omega even though all tests say he is going to be a beta. It causes his father to abandon him in the middle of London. Life is not simple living on the streets. 

Then he runs into a cop who ends up changing his life in ways he never imaged, all of which are for the better. 

Suddenly he has a new family and a new chance at a future. 

ABO book based on a fanfic I wrote, but after checking Amazon and B&N I was surprised to see it was something also on the market, and I figured, why not try? That’s the fourth

I post random stuff about all of it, and I tag accordingly, usually by universe or challenge. I also do art, tagged under Jaimi’s Art

Writing advice and helpful stuff is tagged under Writing Useful. Writing prompts and challenges tend to be under Writing Prompts. 

I have a secondary blog where I reblog everything to, often times forgetting to tag, but there is a lot of lovely pictures to be had there. NSFW happens.

Graygender, ace, demi-panromantic. Use any pronouns you are comfortable with for me, I don’t have a preference. 

Be welcome! Feel free to stop in my inbox at any time,

Jaimi