#freaky tales fanfic

[musings-of-a-rose]

A New Life

Pairing: Clint “Freaky Tales” x f!readers (there’s 2, both have nicknames)

Word Count: 11,000+ (it's a long one, folks!)

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: a huge shoutout to @nerdieforpedro for beta reading this and giving me the confidence to actually hit post. And to Mr. Rose for helping me out of a corner.

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Main Masterlist

Clint Masterlist

CLINT

“No! No, please! Tell The Guy I'll step back from his territory!”

Clint stares down at the man who's now covered in his own blood, coughing and spitting up the red liquid onto the floor, splashing a little onto Clint's shoes. He looks at the man and grabs his hair, yanking his head back and staring him in the eyes, seeing fear at the rapidly approaching end of his life. 

“Then you should've stopped when we warned you.”

Clint slides his knife into the man's abdomen, watching as the man coughs and sputters, small gasps all he can manage as the life leeches from his body. When he slumps, Clint knows it's over. He sits back, shaking his head and sighing, looking around at the mess all over the tarp he'd placed on the floor. I'm getting tired of this.

He cleans up and disposes of the body properly, his stomach rumbling by the end of his work. A quick glance at his watch tells him it's nearly 3am. He hopes there's still someplace open where he can at least get a cup of hot coffee. 

He drives in the general direction of his apartment for nearly 15 minutes before he sees the neon OPEN sign on the side of a little corner diner. He parks around the back, adjusting his pants and smoothing down his shirt before heading inside, a little bell ringing as the door swings open. It's quiet, only one other person sitting at a booth in the back corner, a man who doesn't look when the bell dings, too absorbed in his own issues. 

“Hey, hun! Have a seat wherever and I'll be right over!” The waitress calls from somewhere behind the counter. Clint looks around and finally settles on sitting at the counter, spinning to face the counter on the bar stool. 

The waitress suddenly appears, smoothing out her skirt before turning to face him and when she does, Clint momentarily forgets how to breathe. She is the most gorgeous woman he's ever seen and her smile makes him feel warm and safe, things he hasn't felt since he was a child. And even then, that's debatable. 

Her smile is bright and wide. “Sorry to make you wait! That damn sink pipe’s entire purpose is to annoy me, I swear. Want some coffee, hun?” She's already got the pot in her hand, regular, not decaf. He nods and she pours him a mug with a smile, sliding a small bowl with some creamer and sugar packets towards him. 

“You look hungry. You a steak man?”

Clint pours one of the sugar packets into his black coffee. “I like steak.”

“Great! The steak here is-” She leans closer to him “-edible. But it's best in town at 3am!”

Clint chuckles, the sound almost unfamiliar to him. “Sounds perfect.”

She writes down his order and turns, placing the ticket in a clip and rotating it, dinging another bell so the cook knows he has an order. 

“James? You back there? You have an order!”

There's some sort of affirmative grunted towards her that she accepts with a shake of her head, turning back to face Clint. 

“James is a nice guy. Lost his hearing in one ear in the war. Sometimes you have to be a little louder for him. At his request of course.” 

Clint nods and takes a sip of his coffee, expecting it to taste bitter and cheap, exactly like what you'd expect coffee at a diner open at 3am to taste like. But to his surprise, it doesn't. A pleasant mix of coffee beans washes over his tongue and he can't help a little moan escape him. 

A different smile, this one more sly. “You enjoying your coffee?”

Clint feels the tips of his ears heat up. “Uh, yeah.”

“I'm glad you like it, Mr….” Her eyebrows raised and Clint chokes down his sip. 

“Clint. No need for a Mr., ma'am.”

She waves her hand with another smile. “No ma'am here. I'm not that old!” She chuckles and tells him her name. “But everyone calls me Poppy.”

Poppy. He likes that name. It makes him feel happier somehow, like she's somehow taking care of him, not just because she's a waitress. 

She continues chatting with him while she bustles around, cleaning things and restocking sugar trays, and cleaning menus, Clint chiming in now and again. The man in the back corner eventually leaves and they're alone in the diner together. Aside from James in the back, who had just set his plate down on the back counter. 

“Thanks, James!”

“I'm going out for a smoke, Poppy.” 

She gives him a thumbs up and James takes off his apron, walking out of the side door. Poppy turns and makes a little fanfare of bringing him his diner steak and potatoes, setting it down in front of him and then casually placing the A1 steak sauce next to him. 

“You might need this.” She winks at him and he melts, what can only be described as butterflies in his stomach. 

Get it together, Clint. You don't do this. You don't like people like this. Fall for people. 

But then he's done with his steak, telling her some funny stories from his childhood. She's sitting across the bar from him, leaning on her elbows as she listens, laughing at all the right places. He's trying desperately hard to not be obvious in staring at her boobs, which had been pushed together tighter the more she leans forward. 

“If you don't mind me asking, Poppy. Why are you working this shitty shift?”

She cocks her head to the side slightly, her eyes on his. “Someone has to be here to serve you.”

He nods. “Yes but why you?” 

She waits a moment. “Maybe I'm just waiting for the right man to come on by.”

Shit. He had told himself she wasn't flirting, that she was just being nice to him for a tip. That he could just flirt a little and then be on his way. Normally, he'd take her out back and fuck her in his truck, promises to call again that he knows he'd never fulfill. But none of those women were her. None of them made him feel this way, her laugh and big eyes smiling at him while he sits here with blood on his hands and his past full of monsters.

So instead, he surprises himself. 

“Can I take you to dinner sometime?”

She glances at the clock on the wall. “If you're not too tired, I'm off in an hour and you can take me for breakfast.”

He smiles an actual genuine smile. “Breakfast it is.”

The conversation flows between them at breakfast, both of them laughing and joking throughout it all. And at the end, he walks her to her car, asking her on another date before they reach it, her enthusiastic “yes” giving him the confidence to kiss her, his hands cupping her face as their lips melt together. He presses her back against the side of her car, his body aching to be with her, inside of her. But not like this. She's different. She's special. He wants to take his time with Poppy. So he pulls back, a promise to pick her up in 2 nights for dinner. 

Clint takes her out on several more dates, falling harder for her each time he sees her, hears her laugh, sees how attentive she is towards him. He doesn't think he deserves her, knows he doesn't, but maybe she's his way out of his world of darkness and bad deeds. The world he's kept hidden from her, whether because he's afraid she'd leave him or he's too afraid to bring his darkness into her light he's not sure. 

But Clint knows he can't leave her. He's gone too far. 

2 weeks in, and his resolve to treat her like a lady, an actual relationship, which is what they'd finally called it, snaps when she opens her door in a black dress that accentuates everything about her that he loves. 

“I know we were supposed to go out tonight Clint, but I thought maybe I could cook for you instead?” She looks nervously up at him and he knows right there, he'd do anything she asked him to.

“If it's not too much trouble.”

She shakes her her, chuckling lightly. “Not at all. Come on in.” 

Clint follows her inside, hearing her lock the door behind him. He kicks his boots off and places them by the door. 

“I thought we could have steak. A real one. Dear James does his best with what he has but…” her voice trails off and Clint chuckles. 

“Steak sounds delicious.”

“Great! Would you like a quick drink before I start cooking? Or are you too hungry?”

“A drink sounds great, thanks.”

He takes a beer from her and she leads him to the couch. They both sit, taking sips from their drinks before setting them on the coffee table. He's nervous, his palms a little sweaty. Why is he so nervous? Clint looks at Poppy and he can see the way she's shifting around slightly, obviously nervous herself, which somehow gives him the confidence he needs. Confidence that he's never had a problem with before. 

When he touches his lips to hers, he knows he belongs to her forever. 

POPPY

I knew what I was doing, inviting Clint in for dinner instead of going to a restaurant as we had planned. But I wanted to take care of him, try and help quell that sadness and regret hidden just behind his eyes, the darkness he swallows and blinks away when our eyes meet, for the sake of me. 

We settle on the couch, each taking a sip of our respective drinks before setting them on the coffee table. I see him wipe his palms across his jeans, a sweet, nervous gesture and I smile shyly, turning my head to the side to tuck some hair behind my ear. I look back up at him and find him looking at me already, his deep brown eyes seeing into me and I feel myself stepping off the cliff, diving headfirst into love. Could it be love this early? I’d felt it before once, in my youth. But I had been burned and so kept my heart behind a lock but somehow, Clint already had the key. 

He keeps his eyes on mine when he slides closer to me, hesitating briefly before placing his hand on my bare thigh, my skin tingling where he touches me. I angle my body towards him a little more, feeling his large hand cup my cheek, a soft smile on his lips before he leans in, pressing his lips to mine. We’ve kissed plenty, made out in the back of his truck for hours and hours, but this is different. The energy has shifted, our paths fully converging to become one. 

He slides his hand on my thigh up higher and I spread my legs for him, opening more than just my body to him. His fingertips brush against my panties and I inhale sharply against his lips, his hand stalling. 

“Is..is this ok?” He asks, a nervous tremble in his voice.

“Please,” I whisper, begging him to touch me again. “Please touch me.”

He kisses me again, pushing his tongue into my eager mouth and I feel him between my legs again, gently stroking up and down, up and down, feeling how wet my underwear has become. He pushes aside my panties, slowly swirling one thick finger around me before pushing in, my whine breaking our kiss before he grunts out, mumbling something about how tight I feel. 

He deepens the kiss, his finger gently stroking inside of me, brushing against me and I moan into his mouth, my legs twitching. When he stops, pulling away from me, I think I’ve done something wrong. But then he slides from the couch, getting on his knees, kissing my thighs as he hooks his fingers in my underwear, sliding them off and tossing them over his shoulder. He pushes my legs open wide, putting them over his shoulders as he stares between my legs, eyes dark and admiring. 

He looks up at me and I nod, knowing what he wants even though I’m not really experienced with it. He places soft kisses on my inner thighs, slowly moving to where his hand had been moments before. When his tongue touches me, I gasp, a breathy “oh” escaping me while my thighs try to slam against his head of their own volition. He chuckles against me and I moan at the vibration, feeling him wrap his hands around my legs to push me open wider. His tongue is relentless, swirling around, tapping, and I reach for him, tangling my fingers into his hair and tugging on it when he lightly sucks on me.

“Oh…oh, I-” I break open, cry out as I come, Clint’s tongue guiding me through my release. I release his hair, my legs falling open as he sits back, wiping his face with the back of his hand. 

He stands, offering me his hand and I take it, allowing him to pull me up against his body. He smells like cedar, a hint of cigarette smoke, and me, my head swimming with the scent of it all. 

“Bedroom?” He asks, his eyebrows raised.

I nod, almost too much in my enthusiasm. “This way.”

I take his hand and lead him on wobbly legs down the small hallway to my bedroom, grateful that I had made the bed this morning. Clint closes the door behind himself and turns to look at me. Several long moments pass where we just look at each other, the energy in the air electric, as if he didn’t have his head between my legs just moments ago. He closes the distance between us in a step or 2, stopping just short of me.

“Turn.”

I do as he says, feeling his large hand work my zipper down, his fingers brushing against my skin as he pulls the dress down and off, coming back to do the same to my bra. He moves my hair off my neck, placing soft kisses there as one hand wraps around my boob and the other dips a finger between my thighs. My head lolls back and I moan, feeling him pinch and tug at my nipple as I get wetter and wetter. I can feel him nearly bulging out of his jeans, the denim pressed against my ass, so I gently grab his wrists and turn around. 

I say nothing as I start to unbutton his flannel, sliding it down and off his broad shoulders, noting the appearance of a new scratch on his chest since the last time he’d taken his shirt off around me. I keep my eyes on his face as my hands unlatch his belt, popping open the button on his pants before carefully sliding down his zipper. I push his jeans down, getting on my knees to help slide them off of his legs. I look up at him as I pull down his underwear, a small grunt from him as he springs free. I want to return the favor, take him in my mouth but then his hand grips my chin, pulling me back to standing. 

“I’d love to feel your mouth on me, but Poppy, I want to make love to you.”

He helps me lay back on the bed, his eyes roaming over my naked body, more dark loving than I’ve ever seen them.

“You’re so beautiful, Poppy.”

I spread my legs, allowing him to settle between them. He kisses me, soft at first, his mustache tickling my upper lip, his hands sliding across my body, goosebumps following in his wake. His lips travel down my neck, finding a spot just below the side of my jaw that has me squirming, my fingers burying themselves in his hair. 

But then he pushes in and the world stops, nothing else in the world exists but us. We meld together, our bodies moving as one, slotting together like we were made for each other. I writhe under him, his hips breaking me open out of my cocoon, showing me what pleasure really is, what love really is. His hips thrust a little harder and I come, his name tumbling from my lips like a chant, praising him as my nails dig into his back. I feel his hips sputter, soft grunts and pants in my ear as he comes with me, his forehead coming to rest against mine. 

“Holy shit,” he says, his breath puffing out against my face. “That was..”

“It was.”

He lifts his head and looks at me, kissing me softly before pulling out, and getting a washcloth to clean me up. 

A steak dinner never tasted so good.

CLINT

He was the happiest he’d ever been. Poppy was a beacon of light in the darkness that was his life, always there to welcome him with open arms. It had only been a few weeks, but he loved her. He knew deep down that he never wanted to be without her. 

He just felt so fucking guilty about it. 

He was torn on telling her about his job, his real job, not the one he told her he did. He wasn’t a delivery man, although he did deliver whatever terrible fate that The Guy bestowed upon those who crossed him in business. He’d been a little too preoccupied tonight and his mark managed to slice his cheek with a knife before Clint snuffed the life from him.

But Poppy doesn’t even question it, just takes him into the bathroom and gently cleans his cut, dabbing some alcohol on it that burns, but not enough to distract him from the guilt he feels. He knows he has to get out. 

A few months go by and he couldn’t be happier with Poppy. They had been dating for about 8 months and he wanted desperately to ask her to move in with him, but first he had to leave The Guy. He couldn’t have him showing up whenever he felt like it. No matter what, he would protect Poppy from that side of his life. 

After he kills his next mark, he heads back to The Guy to give him his confirmation of delivery, so-to-speak. 

“What would I do without you, Clint?”

Clint shifts his weight to his back leg, hands on his hips. “Actually, I need to talk to you about that.”

The Guy sits back in his chair, lacing his fingers together. “Oh?”

Clint clears his throat. “Yeah. I uh, I need to retire.”

The Guy raises an eyebrow. “Retire?”

“Yeah. My body isn’t what it used to be. My knees almost gave out tonight. I can’t continue like this.”

The guy sits there, his fingers still laced together as he studies Clint. “You have served me well, Clint. I’ll let you out, holding onto that evidence in case you try to cross me-”

“I would never. I’m not a snitch.”

The Guy holds up a hand. “I know. One can never be too careful these days. I think you get that?” Clint nods. “Good. I’ll let you out but I have one more delivery for you to make first. You’re the only one I can trust with it. What do you say?”

Clint stands there for a moment, thinking about his options. He only has one. “Deal.”

They shake on it, The Guy gives him the details, and Clint is out the door, feeling a little lighter now that he can see the light at the end of the tunnel. He’s finally getting out, starting a new life free of bloodshed with the love of his life.

He killed that last mark in near record time, The Guy shaking his hand and thanking him for all of his hard work. 

He knows she’s on the late shift again tonight, so after he cleans up, Clint heads over to the diner, their diner, watching Poppy move about through the dusty window. She smiles at a customer, but when Clint walks in and she sees him, her entire faces lights up, her eyes beaming as she crosses the room, pressing her lips to his and forgetting herself for a few seconds before pulling back, her face hot.

“Clint! To what do I owe this surprise?”

“Move in with me.”

He hadn’t meant to ask it like that, so blunt and harsh. But he couldn’t wait anymore and it sort of just came out when he opened his mouth. Surprise on her face, her eyes widening for a moment before that smile splits her face again, the one she has only for him.

“When can I get my things?”

They get married exactly 1 year from the day they met.

“Poppy! What are you doing?” Clint rushes into the kitchen, quickly snatching the knife Poppy was using to spread peanut butter on her sandwich. 

“Clint, I’m pregnant, not sick. I can do it myself.”

“The doctor said to rest.”

She smiled, a soft smile and squeezed his bicep. “The doctor said for me to relax the last 2 months. Not stay in bed entirely.”

Clint sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Just..let me do things for you, ok? Have a seat on the couch and I’ll bring your food.”

Poppy looks like she wants to argue for a moment, but then gives in, tossing her hands in the air before heading into the living room. 

“And don’t forget the-”

“Apples. I got it, Poppy.”

Clint arranges 2 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and some apple slices on a plate, also grabbing a glass of water to set on the coffee table in front of her. She reaches for the plate with grabby hands, smiling and shifting her weight as she settles in, making light work of the food before downing half the glass of water. 

“Thanks, babe.”

Clint puts his arm around her shoulders and kisses her head. “Anything for you.” He shifts a little. “You need a foot massage?”

“The day I turn down a foot massage, just know I’m a clone.”

Clint chuckles as he helps Poppy turn, laying back on the couch, her head on the arm. He takes one of her feet in his hands and starts to work them, spending extra time on the knots and sore spots. The sounds Poppy makes has him shifting in his seat, his hands starting to work up her legs. He gets to her upper thighs, leaning down to press kisses along her inner thigh before she gently grabs his wrist. 

“Hey now, that’s what put this here,” she gestures to her belly. 

Clint presses another kiss to her inner thigh, higher up this time, listening as her breath hitches. “Well then, let me help you relax.”

Clint spends the next hour buried between her legs, Poppy’s fingers twisting in his hair, his fingers digging into her legs as she chants his name over and over and he thinks this would be the perfect way to go: smothered between his wife’s thighs.

“And that makes the last payment! Will you be taking home the crib today, sir?”

Clint puts his wallet in his pocket, nodding to the cashier. “I’ve got my truck out front.”

“Let me call for some help.” The cashier leans over her mic and asks for someone named John to come to the front for customer assistance. She makes idle chit chat with Clint, asking how his wife is doing so close to her due date.

“She’s stubborn and better be sitting her ass down and letting me take care of her,” Clint chuckles along with the cashier. 

“Don’t be too hard on her. She is fighting that nesting urge. It’s hard to resist, trust me!”

John comes up and takes the other end of the large box that contains a beautiful wooden crib that Poppy had laid eyes on months ago, determined to have that exact one for their baby. Clint had put it on layaway that same day, making sure he’d pay it off in time to assemble it before the baby’s arrival. He thanks John and takes off, glancing in the back at the box and smiling a little, already envisioning Poppy’s ecstatic face when she sees what he’s brought home. He turns onto their gravel drive, pulling into his parking spot and shifting the truck to park. He glances up at the house before reaching for the handle and freezes.

The door is cracked open. 

It’s very unlike Poppy to leave the door open, even when bringing in groceries. Clint’s eyes remain glued to the door, but he leans over to open the glovebox, carefully extracting the handgun he had stashed there. He checks the make sure it’s loaded before getting out of the truck, cautiously moving towards the front door, his stomach twisting tighter and tighter the closer he got. 

There were wood chips on the front step, an indication that this was not simply a case of forgetting to close the door. Someone had broken in. Gently, he pushes the door open, waiting a moment and hears nothing. He steps inside, gun raised and ears on high alert for anything, any sound. The main hall and living room are empty, aside from furniture tossed about, some of it destroyed. But as he cuts through the dining room just about to reach the kitchen, his boot slips and he looks down, choking back the fear and panic that immediately threatened to take him over.

Blood. 

He pushes into the kitchen, eyes roaming around at the mess and then he steps around the island, dropping to the floor and tossing the gun aside. 

“Poppy? Oh God Poppy? Can you hear me?” He cradles her head in his lap, tears flowing down his cheeks. Her color is pale and he can’t tell where the blood is coming from exactly. But then she blinks and he lets out a choking cry as she looks at him.

“Hey baby! Don’t move. I’m gonna call someone.”

“C…Cl…Clint…” Her words are choked and he can tell she’s holding back tears.

“Ssshh don’t talk, baby. You’ll be alright. I’m here now.” He reaches up on the counter, hand tapping around and landing on the phone before pulling it down to him. He quickly dials 9-1-1, barking at the responder to send an ambulance immediately before Poppy calls his name again and he drops the phone.

“They’re coming, Poppy. Just hold on.”

“Clint…I…I love you.”

“Hey now, none of that. You’re going to be ok, you hear me?” His throat is tight, his stomach churning as he pets her head, wiping the blood onto his pants. 

“Please..be happy. I want…want you to be..be happy.”

“I will be happy because you’ll be here with me.” He cradles her head in his lap, the tears falling harder and she reaches up, a wavering hand smeared with blood that she places on his cheek. Their eyes meet and in them he can see her resolve, her sorrow not for her own life but for him, for not being able to be here for him.

“Be happy, Clint. Have..have a good life. I can’t wait-” she gasps and closes her eyes for a moment before blinking them open and he can already see the glossiness in them. “-can’t wait to hear..all about it. I…I love you, Clint.” 

He swallows hard. “I love you too, baby.”

She smiles, one last time before she slumps, the light in her eyes that hard brightened his life gone, snuffed out too soon. Clint wails, yells, screams, and sobs into the empty house, holding her close. The pain is too loud, too raw and real, threatening to overtake him. But then people are in their house, his house, trying to take her from him. He fights back, yelling and screaming they can’t take her from him, and then he feels a sting in his neck before the world blacks out around him. 

It’s a bright and sunny day, the sky a vibrant shade of blue, and just the right amount of fluffy, white clouds in the sky. Poppy would call it the most perfect of days, warm but not too warm, the perfect day to spend outside. 

Clint blinks in the sunlight as he watches them lower 2 caskets into the ground, one considerably smaller than the other, the priest saying some sort of prayer over them as the people gathered around shed their tears. Clint picks up a handful of dirt, holding it in his hand for a few moments while he stares down at the wooden boxes that contain his family, his future, all taken from him in the blink of a violent eye. He always thought he’d be the one to go out that way, in a bloody mess. But not them. They didn’t deserve this.

Clint tosses the dirt on the caskets and steps back, letting her parents toss handfuls on top as well, not really hearing them when they bring him in for a hug and mumble something about coming over for dinner. He doesn’t hear any of them as they file past him, patting his shoulder, telling him if he needs anything to just call. That they were all here for him. But what he needs the most, they can’t provide. No one can bring them back, bring her back.

Clint returns home, skipping the wake at her parents’ house for some quiet contemplation. The house is nearly silent, only the clock on the wall and the hum of the appliances make any sort of noise. Clint sits at the little table they had in the kitchen, staring down at the floor where he had held her for the last moments of her life. 

He had cried so much since then, wailing and screaming at the world, begging whomever is listening to take him instead, that he would gladly switch places with them, give up his sorry life for them to have a chance. But of course, nothing happened besides his throat hurting, his eyes stinging from overuse. 

But as he stares at the floor, depression and sorrow washing over him, a small thought ticks at the back of his head. He initially had thought it was a random break in, not all uncommon in Oakland. But when he had picked up the pieces of his broken life, he had noticed that nothing had been missing. All of Poppy’s jewelry, despite most of it being costume jewelry, was still there, so was the tv and pretty much everything else. It hadn’t clicked then, too preoccupied in his immediate grief to really think. 

This wasn’t a random act of violence. This was targeted. This was specific. This was for him. 

Clint hates himself anew, burying his face in his hands at the idea of him being the cause of their death. But then it hits him, washes over him and changes his purpose. Once it was to take care of her, of his family, but that had been ripped away and so had his future, his purpose. 

Vengeance. 

He had nothing left to lose. Nothing that anyone could possibly take from him. So why not go out in a blaze of violence, taking down everyone that was connected to his wife and child’s death.

Clint pushes his sorrow aside, locking it away gently as he gets to work locating those who would soon meet their day of judgement.

Several months later…

Clint sits in his truck, staring at the entrance to a seedy bar, watching a few wayward souls enter, one punching the other in the arm before the door closes behind them. He glances down at the paper in his hand, triple checking that he had the address right. He takes out a lighter and burns the paper, waiting until the last embers fade out before getting out of his truck and heading inside. 

He sits at the bar and orders a drink, taking a few sips before flagging down the bartender again, asking him if he recognizes a few names. The bartender, a middle aged man with eyes that had seen war, stares at him for a few moments before nodding towards a corner, a small group of men standing around the pool table. Clint thanks the bartender, leaving a large tip on the counter before turning in his stool to watch the men. There were 4 of them and they were already towing the line between buzzed and drunk, slightly stumbling around before taking their shots. 

Clint moves silently over, quietly sliding his blade into 2 of them, not waiting for their bodies to crumble to the floor before the other two even noticed he was there. One tried to swing at him, which he dodges easily, his blade quieting the man’s movements. The last guy, Rick, backed into a corner, desperately fumbling with something he had in the back of his pants, presumably a gun. Clint takes 2 large steps towards him, a second too late to see the man stop searching for the gun and grab a knife instead, swinging it wide and slicing into Clint’s side.

Clint stumbles, grunting for a moment before straightening up, dodging the man’s swings, ignoring the yelps from the other bar patrons as Rick swings wildly, knife cutting into the air just in front of Clint. He gets a few more blows in, pain searing into Clint before he grabs Rick’s wrist, turning it with a crack, Rick yelping in pain as his knife drops to the floor. Clint gets his knife to Rick’s side, pinning him against the wall.

“You killed my family.”

“Wh..what?”  

Clint presses the knife a little harder and Rick grunts in pain. “You killed my family.”

“Look look look. I don’t know who you are, man!” Another small push and Rick yelps again. “Can you be more specific?”

Clint glares at him. “In my kitchen. Woman. Pregnant.”

The color seems to drain from the man’s face as he recognizes the situation. “Oh..oh..well, listen, we were just given’ the assignment, right? No hard feelings. We were just doing what we were told!”

“Who told you?”

“Ah, look man. I can’t just-” Clint pushes the knife further, feeling warmth start to seep out around the knife. “-ok ok! Fuck, stop! I’ll tell you!” He whispers a name to Clint, a name that sounded vaguely familiar. Frances Stokes. He thinks he’s worked with him before.

“Is that all?” Clint barks out.

Rick furiously nods his head. “Yes, yes!”

“Thanks.” Clint drives the knife further in and up, waiting for Rick to slump over. But when he turns around, the barrel of a gun is pointed at him, the bartender obviously nervous.

“Get out of here, man! Just go!”

Clint doesn’t need telling twice. He doubts anyone in here will say anything, each of them involved in their other dark dealings to be in a place like this. Clint makes it to the front door, stumbling out onto the sidewalk, his hand clutched to his side. He glances down at his hand, seeing the crimson shine in the street light. He glances up and for a moment is transported: a woman, the same hair as Poppy’s stares back at him, only a few feet away, eyes wide as she takes him in. 

“Look out!” She yells at him, just in time for Clint to turn, stopping the man that had been running up behind him with a fist to his stomach. They both fall to the ground, rolling and punching before Clint gets on top, letting his fists fly as the guy’s head slams against the pavement. Clint shifts off of him, turning to see the woman still there, her hair like a shining beacon before he feels himself falling backwards, the blackness swallowing him.

Sunlight warms his face and for a moment, Clint feels transported. Like he was at home, safe in his bed with-

He blinks awake, reality slamming into him as he remembers punching the guy out before blacking out. His head feels like it’s splitting in 2, and his side hurts bad, like he had been stabbed - wait. He had been stabbed. He tries to sit up, groaning and laying back down when his head felt like it was splitting open.

“Hey, he lives! I wouldn’t sit up just yet.” 

Clint blinks rapidly a few times, the disembodied voice trying to permeate its way into the meat that is his brain right now. But then a person moves into his vision and it all comes flooding back: the woman from outside the bar. The one with hair just like Poppy’s.

“Where..” Clint coughs, just realizing how dry his mouth is. 

“Take it easy. I have some water here with a straw.” The woman grabs a cup off the side table and holds it next to him, pinching the straw inbetween her thumb and pointer finger so it stays in place. Clint debates for a moment on taking the drink from a stranger, but then again, if she had wanted to kill him, she’d have left him on that sidewalk. So he takes a few greedy sips before she pulls the straw from his mouth.

“Take it easy. Small sips.”

“Throat..dry.”

“Yeah, I know. You’ve been out for 2 days. But you have to take small sips so you don’t overload your system.”

Clint nods and the straw returns. He does as she says and realizes she was right. She sets the cup back on the side table.

“Where am I?” Clint lets out a small cough.

“You’re at my apartment. I couldn’t just leave you there, not after you took care of that man.”

The man. Right. “He ok?”

“I shouldn’t have bothered checking him, not after he nearly attacked me, but I’m a nurse and I took an oath so,” She gestures vaguely around the room. “He died on the sidewalk.”

Well that’s one less thing he has to worry about. “You don’t seem shaken about that.”

Her eyes go somewhere else for a moment before she blinks. “I’m no stranger to death.”

Silence rules the room for several long moments. 

“Are you hungry? I have some pain pills but we should get some food in you too. I also have some clean towels and clothes in the bathroom if you’d like to shower.”

“I think food sounds good.”

She nods and heads out of the room, distant sounds coming from the kitchen. Clint looks around the room. It was obviously her bedroom, sparsely decorated but a few photos of presumably family sit in frames on her dresser, as does an empty vase. She has a random poster on the wall, a movie poster for The Thing. The blanket he has is soft and light blue, but not frilly like he’d expect. But it is warm and comforting. She comes back in with a tray, a bowl of vegetable soup and a grilled cheese sandwich sitting on it, a glass of water off to the side. She places it on the dresser and walks to him. 

“Let me help you sit up.”

“Oh, I don’t want to mess your sheets up.”

She waves her hand. “Don’t worry about it. I can always get new sheets.”

She helps him sit up, Clint holding his head for several moments before the searing pain abates. She puts the tray over his lap, tapping on the tray next to 2 small pills. “Make sure to take those now and eat some food after. I’ll let you eat.”

Clint reaches for the pills. “Thanks, Flo.”

She cocks her head and looks at him. “Flo?”

Clint pops the pills in his mouth, taking a few more sips of water to swallow them with, hoping they act fast. “Yeah. Like Florence Nightingale. The nurse?”

She smiles and tells him her name. “But Flo. I like it.”

That night, Flo insists he takes her bed again, that he needs the space to recover. He tries to argue but she’ll have none of it, promptly telling him goodnight and to yell if he needs anything before closing the door most of the way. 

The pain in his side keeps him from getting a good sleep, pain throbbing out from the wound Flo had stitched up. He didn’t want to bother her, he could just grunt through it, but then she was there, softly pushing the door open and rubbing sleep from her eyes. 

“Fuck, didn’t mean to wake you, Flo.”

She yawns and stretches, her sleep shirt lifting a little and exposing a sliver of skin. “You didn’t. I have to get up for work anyway. But I can see you’re in pain. The meds not working?”

He shakes his head. “Not really.”

“That happens sometimes when you gain consciousness. Give me a minute.” She disappears into the other room and returns a few minutes later, some scrubs tossed quickly on. She has a small pill bottle in her hand and she shakes one out, handing it to Clint.

“You can have one of these now but not another until I get home, ok? It’s pretty strong so don’t go mixing it with alcohol or anything.”

Clint nods. “Got it.” He pops the pill and swallows it, thanking Flo as she sets down some food next to him. 

“I’m going to be home this evening, but if you need me, here’s my work number. Just ask for me.” She sets a piece of paper down next to the phone on the nightstand. She pauses for a moment and looks at him. “I’ll uh..see you tonight.”

The meds kick in when she leaves and mercifully, they knock him out, Clint finally able to get the sleep his body desperately needed.

Fuck, getting injured at his age was not fun. Stabbings hurt a lot more than they used to. When Flo gets home she brings him more food, then has him take another pain pill. He passes out again, his dreams carrying him to dark places with familiar violent themes. He thrashes about, trying to rid himself of the images, and is yanked from his nightmare by a hand squeezing his shoulder. Clint’s eyes fly open and Poppy is standing there, her hair framing her face. He reaches out to touch her cheek, his fingers barely touching her soft skin.

“Poppy?”

She’s saying something that he can’t make out, so he shakes his head and blinks a few times. But when he opens them, he sees Flo standing there, worry etched in her features. 

“Clint! Are you with me?”

He puts his hand to his head and nods. “I…I think so.”

She puts her hand on his chest, trying to help him slow his breathing. “Are you ok? You were making a lot of noise.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be. Are you ok?”

He takes a moment, his head still foggy. “I…will be. I think.”

She stands there for another moment. “Who’s Poppy?”

Clint's eyes harden as he glares at her. “What did you say?”

Flo pulls her hand back, regret in her eyes. “Poppy. You were calling her name. Is it someone I can call for-”

“NO! Don’t ever say that name again! Get out!”

Flo nods and leaves the room, closing the door behind her. Tears immediately fall down his cheeks and he buries his face in the pillow, remembering the first and last time he’d seen Poppy.

It was nearly a week before he could tolerate not being on those heavy pain meds. Basic ones now worked just as well and his head started to clear. He was having flashes of memories from the week but nothing concrete. He did feel like he needed to apologize to Flo but for what, he couldn’t clearly remember.

Clint walks to the kitchen, the movement feeling good. He puts together a dinner of sorts, random things he can find in Flo’s fridge that seems to just have ingredients, nothing premade. He just sits on the couch, taking a bite of a sandwich when the front door opens and Flo walks in, gently shaking out her coat before hanging it on the hook. 

“Raining?” Clint asks, his mouth still full of sandwich.

“Oh, hey! Yeah. Not so bad here but it was pouring by the hospital.” She moves around to sit next to him on the couch, her eyes studying him. “How are you feeling?”

“So much better. I really can’t thank you enough.”

She glances down at his plate with his small sandwich. “Why don’t I whip us up something warm? Just give me a few minutes to wash off the day.”

“Oh you don’t-”

“I have to eat too. I’ll just make more.”

She made something called pesto pasta, which Clint had never heard of before. It was different but he would eat it again for sure. They watched some game show and then the news before Flo was yawning. 

“You want to take your bed back tonight?”

“No, that’s ok. You take it. I’ve got my own little nest going out here.”

Clint chuckles. “If you’re sure.”

He gets ready for bed and sits down to get comfortable. It was then he noticed that he had left his medicine in the living room. Before he could do anything, there was a soft knock at the door and Flo comes in carrying the pain meds. 

“You forgot these. Figured you’d want them.”

“Thanks.” Clint takes the bottles and pops them open, swallowing the pills with the glass of water on the nightstand. Flo turns to leave but Clint stops her.

“Wait. Can I ask you something?”

Flo turns around to look at him. “Sure.”

“Did I…did I do or say anything to you when I was on those big meds?”

Her face hardens slightly. “Nothing I’m not used to. It’s ok.”

“Fuck. I’m sorry. What did I say?”

“It’s ok, really. I’ve had worse.”

“It’s not ok to me.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Flo, please. Tell me.”

She hesitates a moment, her eyes bouncing between his before she sits on the bed. 

“You were making a lot of noise one night and I came in to check on you. Your eyes opened but I don’t think you were really seeing things. You kept calling me Poppy. And when I asked who she was, you flipped out.”

Clint’s jaw tightens as the memory floods back. Her hair. That’s what made him think…

“Listen, you don’t have to tell me, Clint. I just wanted to know if I needed to call someone-”

“Poppy…was my wife.”

“Oh.”

Silence stretches on for several seconds before Clint swallows hard, continuing.

“She was…the love of my life. Made me a better man. Great woman. We got married…got pregnant. And then…” Clint clears his throat, blinking back tears, Flo waiting patiently, letting him take his time.

“I came home one day and they were…I held her while she…died.” He whispers the last word, but it’s like he yelled it, screamed it. He’d never talked about it with anyone, not even Poppy’s parents. 

Flo puts her hand on his and squeezes. “I’m so sorry, Clint.” He just nods, trying not to lose his shit in front of her. 

“You have her hair. It’s almost exactly like hers. So I guess I saw it and mixed with the meds, I thought…you were her.”

Flo nods, squeezing his hand a little harder. “I understand.”

Clint looks at her, his eyes hardening slightly. “How would you understand? How would you know what it’s like?”

She takes a deep breath before puffing it out. “I was engaged once. High school sweethearts. We were waiting to get married until we were out of school. Anyway, he was taking night classes and one night, this other guy decided it would be super fun to get drunk and drive….I lost my future that night. And I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”

Fuck. So she did know exactly how it feels.

“You remind me of him sometimes.” She says it so quietly Clint almost misses it.

“I do?”

“Yeah. It’s not…it’s in your small movements, the way the light hits your hair sometimes. So..I get it. Honestly, it’s just nice having someone else here. Someone who gets it.”

“Yeah. It is.” Clint squeezes her hand back and she looks at him, her eyes big in the lamp light, the glow bouncing off her hair and looking just like Poppy’s. 

Their hands stay intertwined for several long moments, Clint rubbing his thumb gently over the back of her hand. She scoots a little closer to him, her hand gently sliding up his arm. Clint’s breath picks up as her hand cups his cheek and they lock eyes, both silently asking the other if this was ok. Clint hesitates for a moment before slowly lowering his head to hers, their lips gently touching. Flo’s lips are soft and a little more plush than Poppy’s, but her tongue timidly brushing against his lips is all the permission he needs. 

His hand slides to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulls her close, his tongue dancing with hers. She moans softly, clutching at his shirt and he feels his pants growing tighter. Flo pulls back slightly, resting her forehead against his. 

“Bedroom. Nurse’s orders.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Flo takes his hand and leads him to the bedroom, the door closing behind them. For a moment they stare at each other, another moment of confirmation before she starts to pull her shirt off, the rest of her clothes following. Clint matches her actions, his own clothes falling into a pile on the floor. His eyes roam over her body before stepping forward, pulling her face to his again. Her fingers glide up the sides of his body, her warmth pressing into him and it all feels so intense, but not bad. He walks her backwards, her legs hitting the bed and she breaks the kiss to climb up it, Clint crawling over her, Flo’s legs opening to give him space. Her hands lightly squeeze his biceps, which feels nice but then the light from outside hits her hair a certain way and for a moment he’s transported, sees Poppy. 

His hips push against hers as his hand grips her hair, her heat enveloping him as she moans, her legs wrapping around him. He blinks and it’s Flo again, but as he works his hips against hers, the light catches every now and then in her hair, he gets flashes of Poppy.

Fuck, this feels good. It had been so long since he’d held someone, felt them touch him like this. He had been alone for too long, not letting himself live fully. He felt guilty, even with Poppy telling him to live his life. His eyes find Flo’s and he can tell she goes somewhere else occasionally too, his guilt slightly lessening at the thought he’s bringing her some comfort like she is him.

He can feel himself getting closer to the edge. He licks his fingers and snakes them between their bodies, teasing her between her legs. He can feel her starting to squirm, her breaths starting to pick up. Clint grabs her hand with his free one, lacing their fingers together as he pushes her hand into the mattress slightly above her head. Her fingers dig into his skin but the second she tightens around him he comes, burying his face in her hair. 

When he rolls off of her, Clint pulls her to him, feeling her nuzzle further into his chest before falling asleep. He stays awake a little longer, gently tracing shapes on her back as he thinks.

In the morning, just before the sun rises, he gets dressed, gathering up the handful of personal items he had. He hesitates briefly, staring down Flo as she sleeps. He presses a kiss to her head, silently thanking her for everything she had done for him before he steps out into the morning light, back into his life of violence.

A Few Months Later…

“You thought you could just kill my family and nothing would happen?” Clint twists the knife he had in the man’s leg, smirking when he screams out in pain.

“N..no!”

“Then why did you come for them?” Clint taps the knife and the man whimpers. 

“I wasn’t…we weren’t going to.” Tears were streaming down the man’s face, fear at seeing the end of his life.

“But then you decided to try and find me? Why?”

The man takes a shuddering breath. “Will you not kill me if I tell you?”

Clint grips the knife and the man cries out. “How about I’ll kill you if you don’t?”

“OK! OK!” He takes another breath, inhaling sharply through his nose. “We weren’t trying to seek revenge. But then one day, we get invited to this house and get handed everything on you. Who you are, where you live, all of it.”

Clint cocks his head. “Who gave it to you? Why?”

“They..they said they would give us a chance at revenge. Only if we promise to…to take you out.”

“Take me out. Why did you kill my wife?”

The man blinks, swallowing hard. “We were told to since she was…since your line would be carried on.”

Clint had to take several deep breaths so he didn’t turn this man inside out. He still needed one more piece of information. Someone had betrayed him, and he had a strong feeling he knew who. He swallows down his rage and looks the man in his eyes.

“Who?” He grunts it through gritted teeth and the man shivers. 

“He’ll kill me.”

Clint twists the knife hard and the man screams, jerking around against his restraints. “Who?”

The man seems to rethink his situation. “The….The Guy.”

That was the answer Clint was hoping not to hear but had a suspicion he would. It was the only thing that made sense. The Guy didn’t want him to quit, his best hitman. He knew the only way Clint would come back would be to have someone take away his new life. And The Guy made sure of that. 

Before the man could beg, Clint yanked the knife from his leg and slit his throat, waiting until the gurgling and sputtering stopped, his body still before he sighs, getting to work on cleaning up the mess. But his mind was elsewhere, planning and plotting. Which is why he didn’t hear another man coming up behind him until it was too late, his body falling sideways and slamming into the ground. 

The man gets on top of him, pulling out a knife. Clint dodges as best he can, but he does get a good knick on his shoulder. Grunting, Clint throws his body weight and the man, a lot skinnier than him, gets thrown off balance. Clint pushes up and manages to flip them, gripping the man’s wrist and slamming it against the floor, the knife clattering across the ground. No weapon in hand, Clint reaches for the man’s head, but his shoulder sends searing pain down his arm. He must have dislocated it when he hit the ground. Instead, Clint grabs the man’s hair, slamming his head into the ground until he stops moving. He gets off the man and sits for a moment to catch his breath, his shoulder throbbing.

Well this will make cleaning up suck. 

He can’t go to the hospital, but he knows he needs stitches. He can’t do it himself because of his fucking shoulder, which is just violently throbbing at this point. He knows where he can go, but should he? Finally, he gives in, knowing he has no other option. It’s not that he doesn’t want to see Flo, he does. He really does. But that’s the exact reason he shouldn’t go. He doesn’t need to bring his shit to her.

He sighs, knocking on her door. It takes a moment but the door opens and there she is, almost glowing, just gorgeous. And for a moment, he’d forgotten why he was there.

“Oh! You’re bleeding!” Flo takes his hand but he jerks it back.

“Shoulder is dislocated.”

“You’re just all kinds of fun. Come on in.” 

Clint heads inside, kicking off his boots before following Flo into the kitchen. She pulls out a chair from the table and motions for him to sit down as she goes to get her med kit. She returns a moment later and sets it on the table, moving to stand next to him. 

“I take it you’ve had a dislocated shoulder before?” 

Clint looks up, her eyes big and round and he momentarily wonders why he had left. He nods, preparing himself while she gets into position, gripping him.

“Ready?”

“Just do it.”

Flo nods, looking down at his arm. “1…2…I’m pregnant.”

“What?! FUCK!” His arm pops back into place, the initial sharp pain quieting down to a dull ache. Flo hands him some pain meds and a glass of water but he pushes them away.

“What the fuck did you say?”

“Take these. You’ll need them. I’ll also sling your arm.” 

“Fuck the sling. Flo, you’re…you’re pregnant?”

She takes the sling off the table, not meeting his eyes yet. She helps him get situated in the sling and reaches for the alcohol to start dabbing at his other arm. Clint had completely forgotten about the knife gash. But before she starts, he grabs her wrist, giving it a little shake so she’ll look at him. She sighs and meets his gaze, worry etched in her face.

“I..am.”

“Who…am…am I…”

“I’ve only been with you since the accident.”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. He didn’t mean to get her pregnant. Fuck, this is not what either of them need. It’s not that he doesn’t want the kid. He would love to be a dad, was going to be a dad before…fuck. He has to kill The Guy or he’d find them and kill them too. FUCK. He has to protect them. Clint is so wrapped up in his thoughts that he doesn’t even feel it when Flo starts to sew his wound, tying it off and putting a bandaid over it.

“You should be all set. Just try not to fuck with that shoulder too much.”

Clint’s mind clears and he focuses on the main objective: to keep Flo and his unborn child safe. He can’t let them die for him, for his mistakes. He will never let that happen again, even if it kills him.

“I’ve gotta go.” Clint abruptly stands and pushes past a bewildered Flo, grabbing his keys and closing the door gently behind him. It never occurs to him to say anything to Flo. She doesn’t need to know about this. About any of it. He’s so absorbed in his thoughts, he doesn’t hear the sobs coming from inside the home as he walks away from it. 

It takes him another month to locate The Guy’s new hiding place. He imagines it would be difficult for anyone to find - anyone who doesn’t know The Guy like he does. Clint watches from his steakout point, his eyes hardening and his brain sliding into his job mode, compartmentalizing what he needs to do to protect his family. What he should’ve done before.

The bodyguards at the door hesitate when Clint walks towards them, but soon they are silenced, slumping to the ground before they even had time to draw their guns. Quietly, Clint moves inside, making his way down the hall, silencing another several guards. The Guy really needed to hire better employees. He pauses outside of what looks like a main door, listening. From inside, he hears a familiar voice, a voice that has commanded him to do so many violent things for him.    

“I don’t care what it takes, I want it done!” A phone slams down, The Guy sighs. “I swear, it’s so hard to find good help these days.” 

Clint listens for a few minutes, hearing no other movement behind the door aside from The Guy, assuming he was alone in his office. Clint takes a deep breath and stands straight, holding his gun at the ready before pushing in the door and aiming his gun directly at The Guy. When Clint enters, The Guy glances up, all color draining from his face. He was totally alone and he knew from looking at Clint that the cat was out of the bag.

“H-hey Clint. How’s retired life?”

“Why?”

Beads of sweat start to drip down The Guy’s temples. “Why what?”

“Why did you kill them?”

He seems to debate for a moment, settling on the truth instead of pretending he didn’t know. “Look man, good workers are hard to find. And you were the best. You did everything for me and so when you wanted to leave….well, you knew too much.”

“So you took out my family?”

The Guy shrugs. “I figured maybe you’d come back if you had nothing left. Besides, I couldn’t have you continuing your line if they’d go to work for someone-”

POP!

Clint fires his gun, hitting The Guy directly in the forehead, his body crumbling to the ground. He listens for a moment, but no one comes running. No one else is here. Clint lowers his gun, dropping to his knees and buries his face in his hands, wailing and screaming, as he gets closure on the last chapter of his life.

Clint stands in front of Flo’s door, hesitating for a moment before knocking. He had been sitting in front of her apartment for another 2 weeks, making sure no one was casing the joint. But no one would - Clint had taken out the remainder of The Guy’s associates. No one would be coming for them. 

The door opens and Flo stands before him looking absolutely breath taking. Her eyes widen and her mouth nearly drops on the floor.

“Clint?” She whispers it, hesitating for a moment before reaching her hand out. 

“It’s me.”

SLAP!

Clint rubs at his cheek, chuckling a little to himself at the assault. He deserved that. He deserved more than that.

“What the fuck Clint? I tell you I’m pregnant with your baby and you just leave? Not even a word?”

He holds his hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry, Flo. But I had to…had to make sure you were safe.”

“I don’t expect you to be involved, but you could’ve- safe?”

He nods. ”Can I come in?”

She studies him, her eyes somehow seeing through him and she nods, opening the door. “Lock it behind you.”

This time, he decides to tell her everything, about his past life, about what happened to Poppy, what he’d done now to protect them. How he couldn’t let it happen again, not when he has the chance to have a family again. To his surprise, when he was done, she flung her arms around his neck and hugged him, holding him tight. He hugs her back, swallowing down some tears and melting into her embrace. It’s several long moments before she pulls back, cupping his face with her soft, warm hands.

“It’s not your fault, Clint.”

He looks down, shrugs a little. “But-”

“You can’t control what other’s do. Poppy knew that. Why do you think her last words were of love and not revenge? She doesn’t blame you, Clint. She would want you to be happy. So, be happy. Even if…even if that’s not with us.”

His eyes snap to hers and he’s surprised to find tears there. “Do you want me to leave? I understand if you-”

“No!” She grips his face a little tighter. “No. I want you here, but I need all of you here. We need it. But if you can’t, I understand.”

“You…you want me? Even though I’ve…I’m a violent…”

She cuts him off by pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Look, I knew you were in some shit when we met. I’m not stupid. You came tumbling out of that bar stabbed and then tussled with another guy. I had to patch you up and you bled all over my floor. I figured you were in some shit. This is Oakland. But..you were also gentle with me and patient, even when I told you about my past and I thought…we had that moment and I know we were both a little in our heads during it, but it was..fuck, it was nice having someone, especially someone who..gets it. I like you, Clint. I don’t expect you to like me in the same way, but however you want to be involved in our lives, that’s fine with me.”

How the fuck did he lead such a violent and fucked up life, all the shit he’s done, and he managed to find not one but two amazing women who just cared for him despite it? Poppy never knew exactly what he did, but Clint always suspected she knew he wasn’t really a delivery driver. She just never pressed. Just carried on loving him. 

Clint reaches forward, cupping her face in his hand this time. “I want to be involved with the baby. And I’d…I’d like to see where this goes,” he gestures between them and she smiles, realizing his intent. 

“Really?”

“Really. But know that no matter what happens, I’ll always be here for both of you.”

Clint and Flo dated for a month or so before they decided it was easier to just move in together. They found a little place for their growing family, a little 2 bedroom place in a better area of town. Clint had had some extra money after taking out The Guy (and raiding his safe) and happily moved them all in. Clint is there for every weird craving, anytime she wanted something at 3am, foot massages, all of it. He loved being there for her, talking to her belly, but also being with her. Flo was the first person to help him realize that he still deserved love. And even if he didn’t believe it, he knew that Flo deserved it and he would spend the rest of his time making sure she had it. 

Their son Christopher came screaming into the world right on time. They got him cleaned up, wrapped in blankets and a little tiny hat and handed him to Clint. He gently takes Christopher in his arms, walking over to Flo who was still laying on the bed. Tears well in his eyes as he stares down at his son, Flo leaning her head on his arm and he sighs, happy that he’s finally getting the life he wanted. 

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Disney What-Ifs

A lot of people love thinking up what-if situations for Disney movies. Someone even wrote a book series about them called Twisted Tales. Frankly, I don’t think people are digging deep enough. So, here are some what-if that I came up with. 

Beauty     and the Beast: what if Belle had her own curse? What if Gaston or some     jilted lover of her mother cursed her to become intangible like a ghost     whenever she got mad? Or turn into a plant monster every Sunday? Those are     just two examples. It doesn’t even have to be a literal curse; it can just     be a big problem she has. I read a fanfic called Kissed by a Rose     where Belle was pregnant from being r&$ed by Gaston and Beast has to deal     with potentially raising a child that wasn’t his. So original! And speaking     of the Beast, what if he was more feral and wild; dragging around fresh     prey, and speaking in grunts and growls? What if he attacked Maurice     because he thought he was threatening his pack? (the servants) What if he     was already feral before being cursed? The deaths of his mother and/or     father could’ve triggered something that sent him into a slow spiral of     brooding isolation until he completely lost touch with his own humanity.     Belle could help him Regain his humanity. That’s romantic! And while I’m     here, can I point out that female versions of Beast are super uninspired?     They’re just smaller, thinner versions of canon. Why not make her a dragon     or a harpy or a humanoid leopard?  

 Aladdin:     what if the Genie could grant unlimited wishes? That was the case in the     original story. I don’t know why they whittled it down. It’d be an     interesting test of character for Al; see if it doesn’t go to his head.     Or, they could simply add stuff from the tv series. Lots of freaky stuff happening there; evil mermaid turns Aladdin into a shark, evil cat woman     turns Jasmine into a snake monster; there’s a wizard with a skeleton arm     and a cyclops oracle. Jafar was just the tip of the sand dune. Or if you want a more serious story, you could expand on the religious aspect;     mention the Five Pillars, of Islam, use the carpet as a prayer rug, Al and     Jazz could meet while attending the local mosque! And you could include     Aladdins’ mother as a character like they were originally planning. I’d     love a protagonist raised by a cool single mom (wicked step-mothers don’t count). Not to mention adding elements from other Arabian Knights.     In the third movie, they have the Forty Thieves. Why not include Morgana;     the super-smart slave girl who defeats the Forty Thieves? Kids would love     her!

 The Little Mermaid: what if Arials’ sisters were more involved in the     plot? In the book, they each had their own coming-of-age surface adventure     before she does. Why not mention that? And what do they think about humans?     And what if Tritan turned them human so they could look for her on land?     (I had a dream about that once) Or they could have a sub-plot montage of     searching the ocean and having their own adventure. And what of Eric knew     Arial was a mermaid? He could have seen her tail as she swam away and been     like “Merpeople are REAL!” and sailed of to find her. Or you could rewrite     the sequel. Instead of Melody running away, Arial could get kidnapped, and     Melody could go on an epic journey to find her! (had a dream about that     too)

 Hercules:     just like with Aladdin, add elements from the tv series. Friendly     gorgon, angry Mother Earth, nightmare quilt, fun stuff! And I don't remember     if Herc's cousin Iolas was ever on the show, but I’d include him in the     movie. He’d be a great badass normal (and something of a mischievous enabler)     I know the show kinda retcons the movie, but I still like it. Also, since     Hades is out of the picture, what if Meg became the new goddess of the     underworld? She already proved her self as a hero, that should count for     something.  

 Snow     White and the Seven Dwarfs: what if Snow White was raised by the dwarfs?     What if the Queen abandoned her as a child in the woods, and the dwarfs     found her and became her honorary family? Or, what if the dwarfs knew her     parents? In The Magic Riddle, the dwarfs are really wooden statues built     by the heroines’ grandfather and she brings them to life with a kiss. Or     what if the dwarfs were cursed like in Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs?     And the Prince! What if he and Snow White were childhood friends? What if     the Queen kidnapped him? What if the dwarfs were the Prince split     up in seven different aspects of himself? There’s an actual fairytale where     that happens. Not to mention expanding on the apple symbolism. What if apples are Snow White’s favorite food? What if the apples colors had some kind of meaning? What if during her big sleep, Snow had a mystic vision dream     quest? What if at the end of the movie, the mirror shows the couple riding     away and smiles in approval?

 Sleeping     Beauty: lots of ideas for this one. The Good Fairies could be a three-way     couple. Philip’s mother could be POC. Aurora and Philip could have     literally met in their dreams (sign that they’re soulmates). Malifecent     could kidnap Aurora after cursing her, then Philip and they fairies could     dungeon-run the castle like a video game. There could be SA undertones in Mal’s treatment of Philip and Aurora (because just because a villainess is sexy, doesn’t mean she’s redeemable). Those magic weapons could be     fairy family heirlooms. Merryweather’s mother could be the original Briar     Rose who slept a hundred years. Can you tell I’m writing a fanfic?

 Cinderella:     What if she ran away from home after the ball? I get that she’s abused and     conditioned and there’s some gaslighting going on, but abused kids run     away from home all the time. Especially after a freaky pseudo sexual     assault by her sisters. (lots of kids get assaulted by their stepparents, I’m surprised that never went into a retelling) Maybe after having a taste of the good life, Cindy decides “I am not going back there” and takes off to the woods     with her animal buddies. Or her animal buddies could hold an intervention     saying “Those meanies tore up the lovely dress we worked so hard on! Let’s     ditch them!” And then it could be like Donkey Skin or Thousand     Fur. And then the Prince could accompany the Duke on the big search     and see Cindy in the wilds dancing with the other slipper (saw that in a movie. Slipper and the Rose. Look it up.) And speaking of the     Prince, he could be looking for her because she let slip some of her awful,     awful, home life and he wanted to help. That’s a great way to characterize     someone!

 Alice     in Wonderland: what if instead of merging the two books together into     one movie, they made two separate movies based on each book? Tim Burtan     kinda did this with his Alice movies; but he stills merged stuff from both     books into both movies. I can’t think of any movie that sticks to just one book. Plus: since the events of the books are somewhat episodic, the events of the movies can be split up like in Winnie the Pooh. Package     feature!

 The Rescuers:     what if the movie was closer to the books it was based on? It’s a     beautiful movie, but the writers must have gone through several script     changes before the final product, and I would love to see them all. At one     point they had a singing bear character who gets his own spin-off. He     sounds like fun.

 The     Jungle Book: same as above, what if they went with the original script.     They had an entire screenplay, complete with songs, that was closer to the     actual books that Old Walter rejected because he thought it was too dark.     0_0 I am intrigued! And, just like Alice, the original Jungle     Books were pretty episodic, so their adaptions could easily be made     into a package feature.

 Tangled:     Another easy one. What if the movie included more elements from the story?     What if Gothel never learned Rapunzel ran away? What if Rapunzel never had     her big revelation? Eugene could become her secret boyfriend, they could     be married by the pub thugs, and then just like the original, Punzie could     become pregnant. Then Gothel would find out. She could blind Eugene and     whisk Rapunzel away somewhere. Then Eugene would wander the woods trying     to find them. He could meet Varian and Cassie. The Stabbintons could get     involved. Punzie could have her princess revelation wherever she is and     escape. The King and Queen could be grandparents! How is this not a thing     by now?

 Frozen:     honestly, anything would be better than canon IMO. Elsa could be raised by     the trolls. Anna could not have her memory erased. Kristoff could be the     princesses’ childhood friend. The king and queen could handle things a     little less stupidly.  All that spirit     stuff could’ve been revealed early on. Hans could NOT be a bad guy. Or his     badness could be hinted at early on so it isn’t so random. Younger sister     Anna could be the one with ice powers. Or she could develop her own powers     throughout the movie (I’ve read that the writers considered giving her     control over the northern lights). They could have scrapped all that Ice     Queen foolishness and used the characters to retell Snow White and Rose     Red. Or The Snow Maiden. Or they could’ve scrapped the whole     thing and actually retell The Snow Queen story.

 Finally, any of the lead characters can be made trans, disabled, and/or POC.

 That’s all I got for now! Thank you for reading! Please leave a comment! I could do this for any movie studio! AND, feel free to use any of these ideas to write your own fanfiction! 

[possumteeths]

Self Promo Fic Game: tagged by @some27-url 😚

Rules: We would like to ask you to recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is "most popular" and 2 that are "hidden gems”!

Im gonna use all fallout fics because honestly when I think of my favorite things, my brain jumps to fallout lol.

WARNING! These are all rated E, I’m writing filth okay!

Most “Popular”: I guess my nasty vulpes stories lol?

Since he’s such a niche character this series made me a buncha fanfic mutuals and friends haha. I’m glad other bitches wanna see this dude suffer hornilly lol. Im counting this as most popular only amongst the niche fanbase of vulpes girlies who’s favorite thing is torturing him lmfao

Hidden Gem 1: My raider gangbang smutl!!

I’m honestly really surprised how nice people are when commenting on this! Its literally an angry milf getting railed by 15 idiot prettyboy raiders and for an oc/ oc type of story I was pretty prepared for nobody to read this at all? I love this story, its funny and surprisingly cute. I had so much fun designing all these idiot raiders and giving them all their own nasty habits. I got tired of reading stories about like the whole raider sexual coercion type of vibe so I decided to make a story where its a lady coercing raiders to do her bidding and giving them a crumb of pussy in exchange. Shes an icon, I love her!

Hidden Gem 2: Okay hear me out, a plucky wasteland adventurer x a lonely fishman monster who’s got two dicks

This story is SO fun haha and I just wrapped it up. Its like a kitschy porny old pulp fiction novel. Its inspired by that comic you can find in fo4 the “Astoundingly awesome tales! Attack of the fishmen!” The wasteland needs more cryptids like cmon theres radioactive hell monsters everywhere there HAS to be something kinda sexy looking ok. Anyways this was completely self indulgent and once again I was totally surprised that people read this at all? I cant imagine people are searching “Female Sole Survivor x Mirelurk King” so therefore i’m counting this as a hidden gem lmao. If you read this please mind the tags, its got some freaky shit going on! It ends cute though, I refuse to write anything besides happy endings!

tagging friends that I can remember who write fallout: @gaeadene @istalkpeople @ladyflaggermus Anybody else who wants to do this pls play! Mass effect or dragon age peeps are super welcome to participate and tag me so I can see you hyping urself up!!

[cold-foam-butterbeer]

Prince of Hell (HP x HH)

Authors Note: Hello and welcome to my Harry Potter x Hazbin Hotel crossover fanfiction, to start of this will be a somewhat happy story with elements of drama, colorful language, sexual innuendos, abuse, and angst but of course it will have fluff, family, and comfort added to the mix. I wrote this because I read a fanfic by Gamer95 about Charlie and Vaggie being a mother to Harry so this is my own take on that premise. This will be my first chapter story so bear with me if my writing is slow. All right then enjoy the first chapter of this tale.

Chapter 1: An Untimely Demise

We start our tale in a small town in England called Little Whinging in the county of surrey on a street named Privet Drive with houses identical and parallel to each other there lies a dark secret in the Number 4 house.

Harry Potter was no means a happy child, at 7 years old he was miserable, unloved and unwanted. His aunt, uncle and cousin hated him with a passion, and they have no hesitation in showing it, being bullied by Dudley and his peers, his Aunt Petunia yelling, and the worst one of all was Uncle Vernon who had taken it upon himself to “discipline” Harry when he did anything wrong with the god-awful number of chores he did or when he did the “freaky” stuff which earned him the nickname “Freak”.

Where were his parents you ask? “Your mother and father died in car crash!!” Yelled Uncle Vernon and Petunia albeit he asked on two separate occasions and got the same answer for each one.

Despite these circumstances, Harry always had hope that everything will get better, he will get away from his Uncle, Aunt, and Cousin.

“everything will get better” thought Harry he always yearned for a life where he could be happy and loved.

Unfortunately, things would take a dark turn on that faithful day of July 12, XXXX.

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Uncle Vernon wasn’t having a good day so much so he kept muttering curse words while walking and his reddish-purple disposition did not help in easing the looks people were giving him as he trudged on the London sidewalk.

“Fucking...sponsor…not up to standards my foot…Ill show him…” muttered Uncle Vernon due to a potential sponsor not liking the company standards and its work ethic.

Soon he reached a pub and while still muttering to himself he took a seat in the pub “Bartender!!!” he bellowed startling everyone and the customers next to him.

“Buddy keep your voice down, now what do you want?” asked the bartender. “whiskey on rocks” Uncle Vernon angrily muttered. “coming right up” as he poured the drink and gave it to him “hopefully he doesn’t cause any more trouble” thought the bartender.

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Harry was peacefully laying in his cupboard when his digital watch that he found because it was too small to fit Dudley chimed informing him it was 9:00PM.

“I better go to sleep, I’ll probably do a lot of chores tomorrow too” thought Harry as he suddenly remembered that he needed to weed the garden tomorrow and dreaded the summer heat that the weather forecasted for tomorrow.

“I’ll probably get sunburned again” Harry thought when suddenly he heard a door flew open and startled him.

“What was that?” thought Harry then his cupboard was violently opened Uncle Vernon looking at him angrily.

“Come here boy!!!” as Harry was grabbed by the collar of his large hand me downs from Dudley “Now listen here boy.” Uncle Vernon whispered to him, Harry could smell something like the red liquid from the green bottle that his Uncle and Aunt had visitors and when he was tasked to clean the dishes.

“We are going for a ride and don’t even dare make a sound” Harry could only whimper and nod as he was dragged on to the car, Harry thought he was going in the back seat when Uncle Vernon suddenly opened the trunk and threw Harry in “remember boy not a sound” hissed Uncle Vernon as Harry was enveloped in darkness.

Harry was terrified, he couldn’t see where he was and the ride wasn’t exactly smooth, he would bang his head on the ceiling of the trunk whenever Uncle Vernon drove over a speed bump or a pothole.

“I wanna go back to my cupboard” Harry whimpered borderline ready to cry but he couldn’t, he would always get disciplined whenever he cried.

“Stop that crying boy!! the voice echoed in Harry’s mind when he cried because he got a cut when weeding the garden one time. Harry was brought out of his thoughts by screeching brakes, he just realized they have stopped moving and suddenly the trunk was opened.

“Come here boy” the walrus of a man growled and suddenly Harry was being dragged out to what seems to be a cemetery.

“Where are we?” Harry asked with dread while looking at his surroundings.

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out brat” Uncle Vernon sneered, suddenly he threw Harry on the ground.

“I’m going to enjoy beating the daylights out of you boy” as he threw a punch to Harry’s stomach knocking the wind out of him.  

“It hurts I can’t breathe” thought Harry as he struggled to even get air into his lungs when he was suddenly picked up and slammed to a nearby gravestone.

“Where not even close to finish yet boy, I’ve been in a bad mood since that shitty client stood up to me and frankly I need a way to vent my anger… on you that is” said Uncle Vernon as he threw another punch to Harry’s face, his glasses broken and chipped with his cheek bruised and now sporting a black eye

“Pl-e…ase... n-o…. m-...ore” croaked Harry but Uncle Vernon didn’t listen to instead he picked up a nearby branch Harry couldn’t fight anymore, he was helpless he thought as he looked at the raised branch swinging before his eyes.

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Uncle Vernon with blood on the branch and on his calloused hands looked on at Harry’s mangled body with disgust and left the cemetery.

“Stupid old coot won’t know... I drove pretty far away...” as he muttered back to his car and peeled off. Harry couldn’t move.

“It hurts everywhere” Harry tried to move but to no avail “everything will get better” he chanted but despite this mantra he felt his strength slowly leaving his body.

“I’m cold… I want my mommy and daddy” Harry sobbed as he closed his eyes tears welling up at corner of his eyes a flash of his life flashing before his eyes, his time with the Dursley’s, his time on the dark cupboard, running away from Dudley and his friends, the principal and teachers looking sad at him whenever he tried to tell them about Dudley, it was just too much his breath was fading until it was no more.

Harry Potter was dead and it would shake the human realm to the very ground Muggle and Magical.

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Hell, Pentagram City – Unknown Location

Hell wasn’t always like what they have written in famous novels and in the Bible, it would have been more compared to the city of New York than a realm with 9 circles or just a fiery inferno with the damned souls climbing a rope of spider thread brought down by God.

“Well some of those things did happen at one point during my reign here” an unknown figure mused in his seat while swirling a golden chalice filled with red wine and a cane shaped like a snake with a ruby shaped like an apple place at the top.

“Give me this week’s new inhabitants” snapped the fingers of the individual.  

“Yes, my lord” a female demon with claws that are as long as tree branches wearing a skin tight body suit with white lines on the calf part vanished and suddenly reappeared in the blink of an eye.

“Here you are my lord” as she handed over a clipboard what appears to be a list of individuals.

“Hmm just serial killers, corrupt politicians and riff raff” he lazily flipped through the pages until he caught on to a certain name:

Harry Potter – Age 7, Death by murder by Vernon Dursley.

“Well well the wizarding world’s savior has died” he grinned this is perfect a diamond in the rough he thought.

“I need to get him down here but how?” As he set down the chalice “Give me everything you know about Harry Potter now!” he yelled.

“Yes, my lord” the demoness disappeared “Here you are my lord” as she handed him a red folder.

“be gone with you, I have important business to attend to” with that order she left the room without a word.

“Now let’s see what I can exploit resulting your death Harry Potter” he grinned maniacally “7 years old, Son of Lily and James, no…. how about injuries… *flip* broken bones... how about magical injuries… hit with the killing curse by Lord Voldemort… perfect… let’s put your pathetic mistake to use Tom” as he grabbed an ornate knife made of silver with rubies dotted at the handle and carved an intricate casting circle on the floor.

“ Let’s send your soul down to Hell Tom only thing is it will have a little passenger in for the ride” as he cut his hand and drops of blood dropped to casting circle and with a few second it crackled with red and green energy.

“The blood has been paid… the ritual is set… bring forth my heir into my Dominion of Death!!!” as he slammed his cane into the ground followed by an intense light of red enveloping the chamber where he stood. “I’ll see you soon Harry Potter” he laughed menacingly in to the crimson brimmed sky of Hell.

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Harry was feeling strange, he was floating in what seemed to be like clouds and it was so bright and he saw something falling.

“Feathers?” he thought and he could have sworn he heard singing then a thought came across Harry he had watched a religious documentary during the Holidays and he learned about Heaven where all the good people go when they die. “

I’m in heaven?” questioned harry “I can see my mommy and daddy now…” he bit back a sob when suddenly his scar started hurting.

“Ahhhggg!” Harry groaned in agony his scar feels like it’s being burned and ripped open at the same time. The pain caused harry to faint and suddenly his body was falling nowhere to be found into the dark abyss.

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Hell, Pentagram City – Back alley

Harry was feeling nauseous and his head hurts as he opened his eyes, it was all red and blurry.

“Where are my glasses” he squinted trying to find them until he found it next to him on the floor.

“There” as he put on his glasses clutching his head and trying to make sense of what happened.

“Where am I?” as he looked with confusion and fear as his checked his surroundings he was in an alleyway there were no white clouds, it was dark and red as he looked up into the sky it was a dark crimson with a star shaped symbol far as the eye can see.

“Where is this? Harry quivered as he tried to get up and get out of the alleyway.

“This place is scary” as Harry was walking actively avoiding the “monsters” and looking small when he suddenly fell in to ground.

“Move it pipsqueak” a big monster that looks like a cross between a boar and a shark wearing a black t shirt ripped at the sleeves and has a multitude of tattoos with distinctive patterns. Harry slowly picked himself up and continued walking until he saw a group of the creatures drinking from a bottle, slowly Harry walked up to them.

“Excuse me…” as Harry said this the group stopped drinking and eyed Harry with annoyance. “Where am I?” Harry shivered.

“Where the fuck do ya think you are dipshit??” one of the monsters with tentacles for hands snapped at him this cause Harry to shrink back and flinch.

“This is heaven… right? The beasts looked at each other and then laughed.

“Kid does this look like fucking heaven to you? Just because you transformed into a kid doesn’t even you have to be this fucking stupid! One of them said.

“But… I am a kid…. I’m 7 years old…” Harry whimpered.

“What the fuck?! You’re 7 years old? And you got sent to here to Hell?! Asked the demon in disbelief.

“Hell?... this isn’t heaven…” Harry’s blood ran cold.

The creatures laughed “Welcome to Hell kid” A demon with large claws and fangs approached him.

“You know you’ll do nicely as a punching bag or toy” Harry was beyond horrified now as he tried to run but was ultimately grabbed by the squid demon.

“Nuh uh, You are going to fetch us a high price kid! Maybe we’ll even get a shot at screwing Angel Dust” He grinned.

“No please! I’m sorry just let me go! I just want… Mmph! Harry cried as he was gagged by the tentacles of the beast

“Shut the fuck up boy! Or you’ll gonna have to feel these” the demon rubbed his claws to Harry’s cheek who bit back from crying but tears were still streaming from his eyes and was already walking with Harry still gagged.

“Why is this happening to me” Harry thought “I just want to be happy, I just want to be with my mommy and daddy.”

Harry’s emotions were all over the place fear, sadness, guilt but he had this buzzing in the back of his head something that was replacing all his fear, and sadness then everything came back to him, the Dursleys, the discipline, the beatings, not giving him any food it all came crashing down and at that moment Harry felt pure unadulterated anger and rage.

“Oh man were gonna nail Angel Dust after this and were gonna be… AGHHHH!” the demon screamed and looking at his dismembered tentacles he dropped Harry to the ground.

“You are gonna fucking pay for that you shitty brat” He yelled as he brandished a knife suddenly Harry stood up black smoke covering his body then disappeared all at once revealing his body with claws meant for ripping flesh, fangs long and sharp akin to a Viper, and his eyes were sporting a black sclera, iris and cornea an acidic green and his pupil instead of a round shape it was replaced by a slit.

“This kid can do a full demon transformation?!” one of the demons yelled. “He’s just a kid come on we can take him!” the clawed demon said to them and suddenly pounced when Harry suddenly disappeared and reappeared next to the demon biting his neck full force.

“ARRGHH fucking brat bit me! Get him off!!!” he trashed “he fucking poisoned me!!!, Get him the fuck off!!!” The demon suddenly fell into a heap then Harry looked at the other two demons baring his fangs “Fuck man let’s get out of here!!” as both of them ran towards a nearby alley but when suddenly they were pinned down by Harry

“He is so fucking strong what the fuck” the tentacled demon yelled.

“Die” Harry muttered he brought his clawed hands down on them and screams of agony and pain were both heard that night.

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“Fucking finally this shit’s over, I’m never gonna do a double shift again” groaned Angel Dust as he left Porn Studios.

“Hmm… should I swing by the hotel or back to my apartment?” He pondered when he suddenly heard pained screaming in the alley.

“Screaming happens often here but that was too painful for it to be considered normal” as he cocked a revolver and pistol with both of his hands and cautiously made his way to the alley.

Harry was in a daze, he didn’t know what happened after he was dragged away by the monsters.

“Where am I” he said groggily putting a hand on his forehead when he felt something sticky and warm on his hands.

“What is this!” yelped Harry. “Is this blood…” he was scared then he suddenly went sick when he saw the murdered bodies of the demons who gagged him, blood everywhere, internal organs peeking out.

“What happened” then terrible thought passes Harry “Did I do this….” He was beyond sick but he was broken in his inner thoughts.

“Freeze! put yer hands up!” Angel yelled. “Woah what the fuck happened here!” Angel was shocked at the carnage before him but was even more shocked at the trembling form of Harry with blood on his hands and face.

“Kid? did you do this?” Asked Angel in disbelief that a kid can do something like this “Are you even a kid or just a really small demon?” Harry was confused and scared when he looked at the things the pink monster was holding then the creature started walking up to him then with a sudden rush of adrenaline Harry bolted out of the alley way.

“Woah wait up!  And he’s gone, fantastic” Angel hid his guns and stared at the sky “How can a kid fucking murder a bunch of demons 5 times bigger than him?” Angel scratched his head then with a groan. “Maybe I should go to the hotel… The princess might know somethin” Angel contemplated as he started walking to the Happy Hotel.

Notes: That’s a wrap guys, so just a bunch of world building here and there and our saviour has met Hell’s most popular porn star. To clarify things I haven’t made this timeline canon to the Wizarding universe since it contradicts some of the characters deaths like Vaggie so I trashed that all together. Expect in the next chapter Harry will meet Charlie. Anyways I’ll try to keep updating ASAP until then see you next time! Peace :3

[lulunimzetpo]

my favorite/recommended  fanfics

 basically i got tired of searching fanfics through my archive so i thought why not put all of them into a mesterlist so it would be easy to find and share with my followers 

Dylan O'brien 

Happy Birthday Mr.O’Brien *by @mystic-biscuit

The Run Through * by @mystic-biscuit

Rumors * by @obrosey-af

NERD HQ * by @mystic-biscuit

Save a drum kit, Bang a drummer * by @mystic-biscuit

The Wedding Singer * by @dumbass-stilinski

part 2 

Teasing leads to... * by @perlocutionary

Never Have I Ever... * by @unholyree

All of Them by @purestilinski

You’re staring at me  by @purestilinski

At the MTV Movie Awards  * by @stiles-is-the-dream

Endings & Beginnings by @sophisticatedstiles

The Look  by @allthingsfangirl101

First Kiss  by @allthingsfangirl101

Talking About The New Girl  by @allthingsfangirl101

Dylan flirting with you during an interview by @angelkurenai

Dylan asking you out on a date during an interview.  by @angelkurenai

Brother’s Best Friend * by @writingsbychlo

Dirty Dancing * by @writingsbychlo

On a silver platter * by @perlocutionary

part 2 *

Christmas Miracle, pt. 3 by @perlocutionary

Hopeless Romantic by @mf-despair-queen

Say that again by @stilinskisensation

 you and Dylan are responsible for 90% of the bloopers by @stilinskisensation

Dylan proposing to you! by @stilinskisensation

Something Sweet by @dancingwithdylan21

Sober by @dancingwithdylan21

series

Chemistry by @golddaggers

part 1 

part 2

part 3 

part 4

CARELESS  By @gaybrien

Part 1 * 

Part 2

Stuart Twombly

No Beanie Today? by @allthingsfangirl101

Cabin Fever *by @mf-despair-queen

Copy That *by @mf-despair-queen

Oceans by @just-jordie-things

Sunrise by @tweenw

Technical Difficulties * by @mystic-biscuit

Injury on the Quidditch Field by @cxddlyash

Teach Me * by @mf-despair-queen

Unexpected Surprise  by @sophisticatedstiles 

Protective Side of You  by @allthingsfangirl101

Beanie Snatcher by @stilinskisensation

Nick and Billy walking in on you and Stuart  by @stilinskisensation

My little princess  by @stilinskisensation

Riddle to Solve  by @roscoeknows

Technical Difficulties by @completedylantrash

Stiles Stilinski

After Hours * by @perlocutionary

Trapped Inside by @cxddlyash

IRRESISTIBLE * by @dumbass-stilinski

 NOTHING PERSONAL* by @dumbass-stilinski

VOYEUR * by @dumbass-stilinski

FIREWORKS * by @dumbass-stilinski

Detention * by @obrosey-af

Nothing Personal * by @dumbass-stilinski

Tether * by @perlocutionary

Someone needs to * by @perlocutionary

I’d love to  by @purestilinski

7 Minutes in Heaven by @purestilinski

Wow  by @purestilinski

I’m not giving up on you.  by @purestilinski

Like that.  by @purestilinski

Secretly Dating  by  @purestilinski

That’s My Boy by @purestilinski

Hold Me  by @sophisticatedstiles

Too Perfect  by @sophisticatedstiles

Love & Chemistry  by @sophisticatedstiles

Always  by @sophisticatedstiles

Fairy Tale Endings  by @sophisticatedstiles

Her  by @sophisticatedstiles

Part 2

Stopping You by @allthingsfangirl101

Please, Don’t Hurt Her  by @allthingsfangirl101

Panic Attack  by @allthingsfangirl101

Unnoticed  by @imaginativelywriting

being Scott’s sister and liking Stiles by @void-imagines

Love, Your Secret Admirer by @godetiawrites

Sex Deprived  * by @obrosey-af

Just Admit It * by @obrosey-af  

Wrong Person by @obrosey-af

Into the Void by @obrosey-af

part 2

Birthday Sex * by @obrosey-af

Afraid by @biles-bilinski-24

Be Mine by @biles-bilinski-24

Hide and Seek  by @amylillian22

Better Half by @biles-bilinski-24

Ties  * by @stilinskisensation

Joe’s  by @freeyourheartandsoul

Forgotten Love by @freeyourheartandsoul

series

Outbreak*by @mystic-biscuit

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

Sinking * by @dumbass-stilinski

part 1 

part 2

part 3

CEO. * by @thelittlestkitsune

Part 1

Part 2 

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6 

Part 7

Part 8 a

Part 8 b

Can I Have This Dance? by @sophisticatedstiles

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Detention* by @obrosey-af

Part 1 *

Part 2 *

Part 3 *

Love Potion* by @roscoeknows

part 1

part 2 *

void stiles

Safety in the Darkness by @imagineplotfulcharacters

The Tease by @lupy22 

DIE BY MY HAND by @awstenskknight

Seduction by @hybristophiliaproject

Who Do You Belong To? by @offthebend

Hostage by @tateisabigmood

series

Game Changer by @snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales

Prologue

part 1 

part 2

Thomas

Game Changer by @sophisticatedstiles

Play With Fire * by @completedylantrash

Hero by @sophisticatedstiles

Jealousy by @sophisticatedstiles

Safe Haven  by @allthingsfangirl101

Imagine Thomas getting up early to meet Frypan… by @stilinskisensation

Peter Parker 

Best $20 Ever Spent by @winchester-with-wings

Just One Kiss  by @helplesslyinlovewithcharacters

I heard you * by @spidey-holland67

Are You Drunk? by @pparkerwrites

Hate by @pparkerwrites

dreams + promises by @tomhollandeu

secret’s out  by @noir-spiderr

Freaky Friday by @underoossss

Part 2

Wearing Your Clothes by @em-imagines

dreams + promises by @tomhollandeu

secret’s out by @noir-spiderr

series

Finally Found My Way by @spidey-holland67

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

part 6

part 7

part 8

part 9

part 10

part 11

part 12 *

part 13 *

Ex-Friends by @pparkerwrites​

Part 1

Part 2 

Part 3

Part 4

Secrets by @pparkerwrites

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

I Love to Hate You by @magic-marvel

Prologue

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

tom holland

memories by @peterparkyourassonme

Seven minutes in heaven by @grandimagines

Big Brother  by @petersshirts

The Language of Art  by @themarauderstheoutsidersandpeggy

Past Curfew by @starsholland

Part 2

Comic Con by @christinky

Just Friends by @princessxfangirl

one sited by @justmesadgirl

part 2

series 

Boyfriends and Reporters by @marvelliz

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

What Would They Say? by @ijustreallylovezebras

part 1

part 2 

part 3

part 4

part 5

part 6

part 7

part 8

part 9

part 10 

part 11

part 12

part 13

part 14

part 15

Tom Holland x Reader / Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Were you happy?  by @writtingmyowndeliverance

YOU WERE HAPPY by @writtingmyowndeliverance

series

Love Is Not Your Friend by @starlight-parkers

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

[hope-for-olicity]

Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - May 24th, 2019

Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! They are posted in the order I read them. This and all previous Fabulous Olicity Fanfic posts can be found on my blog.

The Consolations of Philosophy multi-chapter WIP by ivorykeys09 - After five years of working abroad and undercover as the United States' top cryptanalyst, Felicity returns home with more than a few secrets. AU, no island https://archiveofourown.org/works/12042972/chapters/27267447

Time for a Story multi-chapter WIP by @smkkbert - 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. YOU NEED THIS STORY IN YOUR LIFE. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3912157/chapters/8757172

Paging Dr. Smoak multi-chapter WIP by @laxit21 - 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. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17262497/chapters/40595483

Summer Vacation: My Name is Felicity Smoak by @dmichellewrites - prompt: malfunction https://archiveofourown.org/works/11074743/chapters/27297582?view_adult=true

Mon Amour (My Love) by @crazycrystal10 - Oliver & Felicity meet in a coffee shop and the rest is a sweet tale of sugary sweet love. https://archiveofourown.org/works/12051564

Bodyguard multi-chapter WIP by @originalhybridloverfics - 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. https://archiveofourown.org/works/9656798/chapters/21814571

I'd Go Anywhere With You multi-chapter Complete by @laureningall - Felicity has said many times that she would go anywhere with Oliver. They’ve already checked off so many to-dos in their new life together. New apartment, learning to parent a preteen, their engagement, elopement, and of course annulling that pesky League of Assassins sham marriage. Why has checking off that last wedding box been so elusive - their honeymoon. https://archiveofourown.org/works/12023805/chapters/27215448

Double Standards multi-chapter Complete by @felicityollies - Felicity is a young actress trying to be taken seriously in Hollywood. Oliver is her Oscar-winning boyfriend. Everything is peachy keen for them... that is until their sex tape gets released. https://archiveofourown.org/works/10676223/chapters/23636349

The Fan multi-chapter WIP by @leuska - For the past couple of months, Felicity Smoak, previous child star known to the world through her alter ego Lisy the Tech Whiz, who ended her career and her growing popularity at the age of thirteen rather abruptly, has sporadically received disturbing notes and gifts in her mail. Police believe the notes to be just little tokens of appreciation by a former fan. Despite having left the spotlight over a decade ago and living in anonymity since, the fan mail keeps coming, increasing in frequency as well as intensity. Thelast drop is when Felicity receives another letter with a love note. A scary, ominous note. A note written in human blood.FBI director Amanda Waller tasks her best Agent to the case. Oliver Queen, a criminal profiler, is currently working on a special task force formed between SCPD and FBI to catch a man dubbed the Start City Slasher, who has murdered at least three young women in the past nine months. Agent Queen is not thrilled with the prospect of holding a former princess’ hand through her problem with a simple stalker while a serial killer is still at large. However, once meeting her, Oliver finds there is nothing easy or simple about Felicity Smoak as their worlds start to intertwine. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17726573/chapters/41820368

From Somewhere Within multi-chapter WIP by @smoaking-greenarrow - Their connection has always felt natural to them, safe and secure. But others tend to fear what they don’t understand, and as far as their enemies are concerned, the world isn’t ready to accept two people who can know each other the way that Oliver and Felicity do. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16009244/chapters/37356257

Providence multi-chapter WIP by @so-caffeinated - 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. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17919056/chapters/42308753

Will Fate Allow? multi-chapter WIP by @mindramblingsfics - Seeing her parent's marriage dissolve at a young age made Felicity yearn for a healthy marriage of her own. She thought she'd finally found what she was looking for when Billy Malone showed up offering her what her heart desired. She thought she was happy and had everything she could want, but things began to unravel. Slowly she turned to someone who had become an unparalleled constant in her life...Oliver Queen. Oliver and Felicity are the definition of polar opposites. He is the mob boss that strikes fear in the hearts many, while she is seen as the sweet girl next door, but there is more to both of them underneath the surface. Along the way, they become connected to one another leading to their lives being intertwined forever. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16521596/chapters/38699951

I Can't Make You Say You Love Me multi-chapter Complete by intolauren - Felicity Smoak is a woman in her twenties who has never really been kissed, never been in an actual relationship. She doesn't know what it means to be intimate, to be loved, to be needed. She's plagued with a crippling anxiety that gets in the way of every single relationship she's ever tried to have. Her friends can't understand why she's so terrified to let someone in, why she's so terrified of life in general, and sometimes, neither can she. She's told herself a million times that she's okay with being alone; solitude is her favourite thing in the world, it's safe there, she can't hurt anyone there. But what if it's not? What if there's something, or someone, better out there, just outside her apartment building, that she just won't let herself have? What if one day, someone scares her so badly in the best possible way, someone who has been there all along, and she starts to question everything she's ever believed about herself? https://archiveofourown.org/works/8709418/chapters/19969525?view_adult=true

Back to Start multi-chapter WIP by @laurabelle2930 - Felicity left home almost ten years ago. She missed her family, the land that she'd always felt bonded to and, the boy who was not only her best friend but, also her true love. Now with the help of her family she's about to see if the boy she left behind is still just as in love with as she still is with him. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16043321/chapters/37451873

(Freaky Friday) Things Ain't Goin' My Way multi-chapter WIP by @felicityollies - what happens when you mix an ancient textbook, an angry hacker, and an equally angry vigilante? Short answer: nothing good. https://archiveofourown.org/works/6496711/chapters/14871091

Love By Contradiction multi-chapter WIP by @pimsiepim - When Felicity meets Oliver, it’s anything but romantic. Taking her best friend’s spot at a speed-dating event wasn’t exactly how she had pictured spending her Friday night. Meeting said best friend’s soulmate? Even less expected. And even though Felicity never really believed in that silly prediction a fortune teller made ten years ago, the occasion is just too good to pass up. Alena is stuck in a toxic relationship and maybe what she needs to finally get over her ex… is to get underneath someone else. Mission “Get-Alena-And-Oliver-Together” is on the way, and Felicity will stop at nothing to make sure her best friend gets her happily ever after. Nothing. Not even Alena’s lack of interest, or Oliver’s weird tendency to ask Felicity out on fake dates. The plan is perfect, the execution flawless... except for one small detail: it’s not Alena who’s starting to fall for the guy... https://archiveofourown.org/works/18550876/chapters/43969807

P.S. Hong Kong: Was it Real?!? multi-chapter WIP by @cruzrogue for Olicity trope-tastic award: Fake Marriage - This is off season 3 Flashbacks. When Tommy goes to Hong Kong he doesn’t go alone he takes his friend Felicity as the best information system being to help him locate Oliver Queen. Tommy may leave empty handed but Felicity gets to be a bride… https://archiveofourown.org/works/15025697/chapters/34832747

Mothers Know Best mulit-chapter WIP by @smkkbert - 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. https://archiveofourown.org/works/18921118/chapters/44918146

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[i-can-get-extra-with-my-ships]

A Slice Of My Love. Chapter 2. Hey, Mr. No Name Kid, so who might you be?

Winter. This is part of my evil plan to celebrate you. This chapter is dedicated to you. You beautiful fucking human/crypted. Anywho. I have no clue what the fuck I’m doing right now sooooooo…..

This chapter had no planning done whatsoever. I suck at my job. Which right now is to attempt to write fanfic.

Pairings: Little hint thingies at Prinxiety. Like mentions of Prinxiety, I guess is the best way to put it. You’ll see when you get there.

Tw: Hallucinating, the start of Virgil’s long road to insanity, fourth wall breaks, cursing, Virgil being a demon child and Heathers references.

Virgil's POV

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I couldn’t look at Pat anymore. It always breaks my heart to see, the guy who is essentially my dad, look at me like this. 

I averted my eyes to the counter. Wait. Am I hallucinating or is there a third person sitting on the counter? I was confused. Like hella confused. I thought it was only me and Pat in the kitchen. I don’t recognize them. And I’m normally not the one to make these kinds of comments, it’s Roman’s job, but I’m out of it okay!! Whoever that is, they’re cute as hell.

Patton had been saying something else. I wasn’t paying attention to whatever it was. I know that it was about how I should be taking care of myself and all that bs. But can I pull the hypocrite card? 

Will, that offend the Patton stans? If it does then that’s amazing. It was the goal. Yes, the fourth wall is nonexistent for this cautionary tale. Well at least for my chapters. You really can’t not have the fourth wall breaks can you Em?

(Shut up you little demon. You’re my son and I love you but no. You were supposed to talk to the readers and piss them off. Not talk to me.)

Yeah…. But… you’re the one who’s making me feel like shit as a plot point for wherever the hell you plan on taking this “fanfic”.

(Can we save this for later? Like seriously! In front of them? And like you said. I have to take this fanfic somewhere!)

You’re planning on letting all of us talk to them at some point so… why are you complaining? I mean sure. We can finish this later. They’re gonna want to hear about this tho.

(Why are you adding onto my plate Vee?)

Because I can. I’m gonna bring up that rando on the counter now. They’re kinda freaky

(Yes. Of course. Look twice, tho.)

Oh. It’s a dude?

(Yes he’s a dude. Let's move along.)

“Hey, Pat?” I cut Patton off from whatever he was talking about.

“Yeah, kiddo?”

“Who’s that guy sitting on the counter?” 

Pat looked up at the counter confused. Then he looked back at me. Then the counter. Then me. This continued for a solid 30 seconds. Then he spoke up. “Virgil, are you sure you’re ok? There’s no one there.”

“I’m never ok. But there is someone there. He’s just chilling on the counter. Staring at us.”

Pat looked at me like I was insane. I took a long sip of my coffee to drown out the silence. Em’s over me right now so talking to her isn’t an option. 

“Excuse me for one moment kiddo.” Then he went back upstairs.

I’ve had enough coffee. I should try to walk around a little bit. I got up and looked at the clock. 3:17. Judging by the fact that Patton was in pajamas and that it’s dark outside, 3:17 am. 

I walked over to the calendar that was hung up on the kitchen wall. Thank the lord that there were no reminders of things that needed to get done on this calendar. There were days crossed off with an x over just the number of the day. Others had an x over the whole day. Logan and Patton. I thought. The first day that wasn’t crossed off was October 3rd. My favorite day.

I heard a door open upstairs and a tired voice “Patton?-” I tuned the rest out. Pat was going to get Logan. Just perfect. Logan would start like running experiments or some shit like that.

With the limited time, I still had before Lo and Pat came downstairs I decided to question the stranger sitting on the counter. But he talked first.

“You shouldn’t bow down to the swatch dogs and diet coke heads.”

Heathers. My all-time favorite musical. I decided to play along with this game.

“I’m sorry what?”

“It is quite obvious that you have a soul” He jumped off the counter. “You just need to work a little harder keeping it clean.” He began to walk towards the commons. “We’re all born marked for evil.”

Something was off about the whole thing. Like I’m sitting here flirting with the creep that was sitting on the counter. Quoting Heathers with this guy feels wrong. Like this is something I do with Roman sometimes. Doing it with someone else. Just no. I still continued, although I changed the line a little bit.

“Okay. Don’t quote Heathers at me and just walk away.” I started to run after him until I was in front of him. “Excuse me. Hi. Uhh… I never did catch your name.”

He walked away and turned his head to look at me slightly. “I didn’t throw it.” He turned around and sat down on the couch.

DAMN!! He’s so smooth. You know. I’m having a Veronica moment right now. (To the tune of Fight For Me) I shouldn’t talk to this guy. I think he’s a creep. But he’s cute so DAAAAAAAAAMN!!! 

I went to go talk to him more. And maybe get his name. But then someone cleared their throat behind me.

“Kiddo. Why are you talking to yourself?”

Patton. Shit.

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Hello children. It is I. Your mother. Seventh-grade straight girl sitting on her bean bag this time. 

So I’m thinking of having side chapters where I argue and/or talk with Virgil. I’m apart of his hallucinations, essentially. Yes, Virgil’s in the fic. He knows he’s in the fic. But with therapy and rehab later, he’ll be convinced otherwise.

The thing with the people who would like to be apart of it would be a side chapter at the end where everyone can hear us. It might be like an interactive fic thing.

Side note. Plus both A/Ns. On Google Docs this chapter is a little over 3 pages long.

                                     Your failure of a writer/mother,

                                                         Em

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Taglist (Lemme know if you wanna be added): @winterswishing-reblogs and @thetomorrowshow

[kelkat9]

Hello! For the fanfic trope : #2?

Bodyswap- I have never written this but there is one fic in particular that is my absolute favorite.  I’ll rec it below.  It’s Ten/Rose.  Which is interesting because although the one I’m reccing is binary  male v female pov, it’s also species swap.  Time Lord v Human.  Which sort of dove tales into a Tentoo concept.  Kind of interesting to think about.

But now I’m thinking of other characters swapping in an AU setting.  What if you took a Tennant and a Piper and thrust them into some sort of swap ala Freaky Friday?  What a cool plot.  OMG can you even imagine Hardy and Miller? That would be hilarious!

I might ponder that as a prompt for maybe a Peter V/Rose scenario.  Now that would be interesting and really really naughty ;)

Rec to come - I cannot find it but will look tonight - Ten/Rose body swap and she has her period which he has to deal with ;)

Thanks for asking!

[musings-of-a-rose]

Clint (Freaky Tales) Masterlist

*=indicates smut or eventual smut (see fic warnings for details)

One Shots:

A New Life*

Series Masterlists:

Coming Soon

[fire-emblem-heroes-tales]

(Fanfic) Features

Takumi's first time seeing the summoner's face was an unexpected accidental surprise, even more so because it was the very first time anyone saw her face.

He and the young lady were walking around the castle, Takumi retelling some tales of his world while she listened intently, occasionally asking a question or two.

It was the first time he really got a feel for how her voice sounded, she hardly ever spoke and he found it eerie that she could nudge him mentally to give him orders thanks to the contract so he hadn't really properly heard her voice until then.

The two eventually ended up in the gardens of the castle, flowers he had seen before and ones he hadn't everywhere in a colorful display of floral life. The summoner was excited to see so many flowers, exclaiming that she had never seen so many flowers in one place in her entire life.

She rushed on ahead, giggling in innocent delight much to Takumi's faint amusement and delight to hear her not sound so serious, she sounded rather young so hearing her speaking so seriously was jarring at times.

Takumi was quick to rush after her, telling her to watch her step or she may trip, she paid the warning no mind however and spun around to face him, cloak billowing around her as he got a glimpse of the odd clothing she wore under it, some weird black and white tunic like shirt and blueish pants that reached her knees.

He managed to get close enough to snag her arm just as she tripped over a bucket. Firmly planting his feet and not budging, he yanked her back from falling on her face, sending her stumbling into his chest with an oof as he held her close.

“Are you okay?!” He asked, rather concerned as she groaned while he noted her right leg was being held up slightly off the ground and her hood had fallen back slightly, hanging off the middle of her head.

“Yeah, I'm fine...” She murmured out, looking up and unknowingly revealing her features to him as his eyes widened.

Hazel blue eyes, those are the first features he noticed she had, short brown hair that framed her face rather well, rather pale skin and slight dark circles under her eyes. A small scar no longer than the width of his pinkie finger's nail was on the left side of her temple, her cheeks were slightly endearingly pudgy which her hair complimented well. She wore a strange metal frame that rested on the bridge of her noise and ears with curved pieces of glass set in them that framed her eyes rather well even if the purpose of those were unknown to him.

She looked around his age or younger than him by a couple years.

He stayed silent for a moment, seeing her blink in bemusement before a gust of wind tugged her hood and hair, revealing what was going on. She seemed to completely fumble with her words and everything, random gibberish spilling from her mouth as her eyes gained a panicked lit to them, she didn't seem to know what to do, helplessly grasping and letting go of Takumi's side.

“Summoner...” She stilled as he called her title, looking at him with a slight bit of apprehension.

He smiled slightly and said without thinking. “You have very pretty eyes, whatever is framing them suits you as well, as does your hair which frames your features very well.”

He was startled at the words that slipped out without thinking but she gained a light pink hue to her cheeks as he let her go finally.

“Th....Thank you.” She spoke, smiling bashfully as she tucked some hair behind her ear while keeping her right foot off the ground.

“You sprain your ankle?” He asked, pointing to her foot which she blinked in mild confusion for a second before it dawned on her.

“Oh.” She furrowed her brows and shifted slightly, testing her foot. “I think I did, my foot went onto its side before you caught me.”

“I'll help you to the infirmary then.” He offered her his hand which she stared at for several moments, her gaze showing absolute surprise.

He was about to retract his hand due to waiting so long, but she hesitantly raised a mildly shaking hand and placed it in his, smiling nervously at him as her other hand tugged at her hood, mildly hiding her face once more.

“S..Sorry. I'm, not used to any of this.” She apologized softly as he began to lead her out of the garden, averting her eyes as she frowned. “Being a tactician, being around so many people, and, this.” She lightly gripped his hand at that. “I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a hermit who only ever interacted with family, that's, probably why I hardly ever say anything. I don't usually know what to say and I fear offending people.... I apologize if I've spoken too much.” She bowed her head, hood now hiding her face completely.

“No, you're fine, it's nice to hear you speak so much.” He spoke his mind, clearly startling her as she looked up at him, eyes wide as he continued. “You should do it more often, cause honestly, that weird thing where you mentally nudge me to do things in battle is freaky.”

She blinked before raising a hand to her mouth as she muffled a laugh, eyes sparkling with amusement before she spoke. “Hehe, alight alright, I'll use my voice to command you if it freaks you out that badly.”

Her tone was full of light playful teasing, and he could see a smile tilting the corners of her lips up to which he smiled softly in return.

“Oh, and Takumi,” She smiled, pulling her hood completely down as she tilted her head with a smile, eyes glimmering gently. “My name is Megan, so you needn't call me summoner or Alamalina.”

He blinked before he returned the smile and nodded as she pulled her hood back up with a small giggle.

It was nice to hear her sound so happy and seeing that small smile of her's was enough to lighten his mood and make him forget the war going on.

He hoped he'd get to see her laughing and smiling even more in the future.

After getting her foot fixed up by the healers, Takumi wandered off to tend to his bow while Megan went to go climb the nearby mountain to summon more heroes, promising to wait to summon anyone for him if he wanted to come, which he accepted with a smile.

As he walked into the barracks to retrieve his bow, he heard a few heroes speaking amongst themselves, the topic of discussion being the summoner.

“So what do you think she looks like?” Takumi heard Roderick ask someone as the Hoshidian prince retrieved his bow. “I think she's got black hair in a ponytail and purple eyes.”

He had to physically cover his mouth to restrain laughter from creeping out, Roderick could not be any further from the truth, even more so as other heroes chimed in, from her having fiery red hair and green eyes, to purple hair and brown eyes, not any one of them hit the mark except Kaze who suggested she had brown hair and brown eyes, not exactly on point but he was close enough.

“She's got short chin length brown hair and blue eyes framed by some sort of wire metal frame with oval-shaped glass set in the frame.” Takumi called out as he began to leave for his quarters, knowing he'd be pestered if he stayed to tend to his bow there.

He heard several react in confusion, even one exclaiming “Wait, you've seen what she looks like!?” before he left at a brisk pace for his room, chuckling under his breath the entire way.

[hearttstopper]

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absolutely hate you... cannot stand you... you’re the worst person i’ve ever met in this fandom... get away from me

just kidding i love you with my whole heart, i love getting stupid voice memos from you drunk on the beach, i love hearing about your wild ass fanfic of a life... being your friend is like riding the wildest rollercoaster of all time sdfjksdjf. i love you and i miss youuuu and your freaky tales ♡

[alexandralyman]

What are your favorite fanfics?

Light of All Lights by @ripplestitchskeinSummary: A fairy tale in five parts. When his ship crashes onto a secluded island after a storm Killian “Deckhand Hook” Jones finds himself the unlikely companion to the dark “goddess” who inhabits it. 

(this fic will rip your heart out, it’s a true fairy tale - the kind where birds pluck out evil stepsisters’ eyes and defeated queens are forced to dance in heated iron slippers - not the Disney versions but the original dark morality tales that these stories were)

Breathless by @acrobat-elleSummary: Emma and Killian share more than just a heart

(gorgeous smut and beautiful angst)

Freaky Friday by @msgenevieve447Summary: Realising you’ve packed the wrong shoes to go with your skirt and you have to rethink your whole outfit is bad enough. Being holed up in a hotel bathroom while you get changed into said outfit because you’re suddenly sharing your room with a strange British man is a whole lot worse. Captain Swan AU (prompt: Accidental Roommates)

(this was one of the first fics I read when CS started taking over my life. Jen’s dialogue always snaps and crackles right off the screen)

6 by @xerxesrisesSummary: Emma Swan is not one to break the rules, but when she meets Killian Jones, all her beliefs about what she is capable of change. Over the course of six conferences in six different cities, they give into their attraction, pretending that it’s just physical when the truth is very different. Where will this infatuation lead and who will end up hurt in the end? Modern AU.

(I just reread this one when I needed something to distract me after the finale - hot af smut, angsty, basically my catnip in six parts!)

These are a few of my faves, Anon. 

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2, 3, 6, 16 (fanfic qs)

Thank you so much for the questions!!! :)

2. Favorite piece overall?

I keep going back to this as my favorite: Picture Perfect so I’ll just make it official ;-)                

3. Which was the hardest to write, in terms of plot?

The Smallest Park with the Biggest Time Loop, because it was the first time I ever tried a kind of an out there idea and it was challenging to figure out how to do it.

But now? I am like, oh sure, Leslie as a Christmas Elf or a mermaid! Or send me prompts where Ben is half-elf king or being haunted Li'l Sebastian! ;-)

6. An idea that you always wanted to write but could never make work?

Obvious choice - Zombie Ben. Second choice, time travel fic is daunting enough to where I have not gotten beyond an outline :/ 

16. 3 favorite comments ever received on fanfic.   

In no particular order:

1. “that was strangely cute and hot at the same time. well done.” on Before Ben was a Puppy, He Was a Bear - because as I replied, that’s all I could ever want in a comment on Leslie/Ben smut ;)

2. “I love how this developed! It’s fun and sexy and feels so accurate to the characters, which is basically all I ever want from a kinkmeme post. I really hope you write more.” on Ben’s about to be Filling Both Leslie Voids (on my old LiveJournal page) - because it was one of my first fics and the commenter was my favorite Leslie/Ben writer and I was blown away and overjoyed that she left me a comment!

3. “I have read many things, but mermaid sex is a first, you freaky genius.“ on A Mermaid Tale. Because it is an insanely awesome comment ;-)

That said, I LOVE every single comment I have ever gotten so, so much!!!!

These are just the ones that I can easily recall off the top of my head right now…so, there you go.

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31, 36, 44 (suffer with me hope)

31. What’s the nicest thing someone has ever said about your writing?

uuuhhhh, i particularly enjoy the comments that are just screaming getting louder, i’ve gotten two of those before, but they didn’t actually say anything…

oh i know! one time liv told me that i’m really good at writing emotions and getting them across which made me feel really good and encouraged. they said they were mostly referring to my fic radio silence, which surprised me the most i think because seriously i wrote that fic in two hours in a freaky haze where i wasn’t sure what was real anymore, but i wanted to finish it before morning so essie would feel better. 

fun fact: in that fic, there’s at least one point where bo has to have 3 hands or no hands on the wheel for him to be doing all the things he’s doing, but i decided to just leave it and people can assume he’s just driving with no hands on the wheel

36. What’s your favorite genre to write?

i think it’s gotta be fantasy/fairy tale stuff, because i’m hooked on both tmatm and honestly the line about kunimi going into battle in Secure was i think one of my favorite things i have ever written

44. What is your all time favorite fanfic?

i don’t know… i’ve read a lot of fics and i tend to remember them in snippets and feelings, but feelings are hard to measure against each other?? and authors have different feelings in their writing…plus there’s a different feel between longfics and one-shots so those have to be separate categories and then add my feelings categories on top of that, i can’t really give you an all-time favorite, so, uh….

probably bloom by @newamsterdame just because of the sheer amount of times i’ve read it and that it hits almost all my favorite fic tropes 

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