#this manip killed me

[diazevan]

I couldn’t stop thinking about this post by @i-know-you-wanna-kiss-me about how young Maddie was when she raised Buck. So, I attempted to create manips for Buck Begins with age accurate Jennifer Love Hewitt 🥺

[datshitrandom]

“Mayday” by @grlnxtdr30

Blaine laughed softly. “Yeah, here we are, stranded in the Pacific in the middle of a category one typhoon. We should probably get back inside the plane.” As they had been talking, the wind had started to pick up again, and now there was a light smattering of rain drops.

[venusvity]

love my sena and elliot crumbs

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[feelmyskinonyourskin]

Fight Club

Pairing: Matt Murdock x (AFAB)Reader (with platonic Frank Castle x Reader)

Summary: @hellskitchenswhore is killing it with the prompts lately. Per her request: Matt's freaking out thinking you might be cheating on him because for the last few weeks, you’ve been coming home smelling like Frank. What he doesn’t know is that you asked Frank to teach you how to fight and didn’t tell Matt.

Warnings: 18+/SMUT. No use of Y/N. Female/AFAB reader (use of terms like girlfriend and female anatomy.) Established relationship. Brief mention of an active shooter at an office, Frank and Matt using pet names like sweetheart, mentions and accusations of cheating but no actual cheating, Unprotected sex, Fingering, P in V, Creampie, and Possessiveness from our dear Matt. Sort of getting caught after the fact.

Notes: I started taking kickboxing like three weeks ago, so I like to pretend that qualifies me to know what I'm talking about (It doesn't lol). So apologizes if I got any of the terminology wrong. UPDATE DEC 2023: I wrote an alternate ending to this fic that ends in a threeway with Frank that you can read here

WC: 5,000

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“That’s it sweetheart, last round I promise.” Frank encourages you as you take swings at the bag in front of you. 

You’ve been at this for at least an hour and your arms feel like jello. You can’t remember the last time you were breathing this hard that wasn’t from Matt bending you in half. Jumping directly into the Hudson would have kept you drier than the amount of sweat currently pouring down your face and exhausted body.

“Atta girl, atta girl!” Frank praises as you take your last few swings, arms too weak to make any real movement of the bag

“Alright, you’re getting the hang of it now. Few more sessions and you’ll be out there with Red every night.”

“Pfft I don’t know about that, Frank. I’m just trying to make sure I can protect myself is all.”

“So remind me again why you didn’t ask him to teach you this?”

It started last week. One of your favorite coworkers was going through a bitter divorce and her estranged husband decided to confront her at the office and pulled a gun. You heard two shots ring out from your desk and feared the worst - all the active shooter situations you'd seen on TV were happening live in your life. Fortunately, as you fled for safety, Jerry from accounting was able to disarm and tackle the guy before he could hurt anyone thanks to his black belt in Jiujitsu.

Even though the incident ended okay, it had spooked you enough to get yourself some defense classes, for all those times when your vigilante boyfriend was too far uptown to protect you at a moment’s notice and Jerry wasn’t around to save the day.

Matt was always overprotective of you and you hated to think how he’d react to the incident, so you hadn’t told him. When the story hit the news, you lied (via text so he couldn’t detect it) and said it happened on a different floor and you didn’t even notice. 

You also didn’t tell him about your decision to learn self-defense. Matt was more than qualified to teach you, but for some reason, you just didn’t feel comfortable asking for his help with this. Maybe it was his propensity to throw himself into helping those he cared about, you especially, that gave you hesitation to give him another thing to prioritize over himself. Maybe it was just how good he was at fighting that made you not want to “be a beginner” in front of him (not that Matt would ever judge you about anything.)

In fairness to you, you hadn’t intended to learn it from his frenemy and former client, but you’d showed up at the boxing gym near your work and the gruff men inside intimidated you so much, you bolted out the door before signing up for a class, tears welling in your eyes when you quite literally bumped into Frank on the street.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, nodding towards the door of the boxing gym

“I thought… Look I want to learn how to fight. Or at least how to defend myself. This place is close to work but um… might not be the right fit for me.”

“Why don’t you just ask Red?”

“It’s a long story,” you replied with a sigh “but I really don’t want to ask him. Or for him to even know about it. So can you please not mention you saw me here or we had this conversation?”

“Okay, can I ask why not?”

“You can but I’m not gonna answer.” 

Frank chuckled and shook his head

“Well if you want to learn to fight, this isn’t the best place. I know Vinny the owner and he’s a shit teacher. But if you want to learn for real, I’m happy to teach you.”

“What? Wait really? Wait, Frank you know how to fight?”

“Sweetheart, I was a Marine for over 15 years, ‘course I know how to fight.”

“And you’d do that for me?”

“Course. You’re Red's girl. What times’ he leave for his little night job?”

“9:00”

“Great, meet me here at 9:30. Tonight.”

And that was how you ended up here, collapsing on the gym mat beneath you with a groan.

“Not bad for your first time. We just gotta get you in the habit of resetting your hands after every hit, and you’ll be golden” Frank praises again

“Oh yeah, I forgot, always protect the face so I don’t end up lookin like you.” you jest

“Ouch” he feigns hurt with a smirk on his face “Red teach you to swing low like that?”

“Nah Castle, that’s all me. It’s part of why he loves me. Same time tomorrow?”

“Sure. See you then.”

By the time Matt returns home, you’re showered and in bed, sore muscles pulsing every time you twist and turn in your sleep. Between the smell of sweaty clothes in the hamper and the scent of your freshly washed skin rubbing against silk sheets, plus the heat radiating off your sore muscles as he crawls into bed silently beside you, Matt figures it out pretty quickly.

‘She started going back to the gym. Hmm. Have to ask her about that in the morning.’ he thinks as he drifts off beside you.

You awake in the morning to gentle hands rubbing at your back. 

“Mmm morning Matty” you mumble, still pulling yourself out of sleep

“Morning sweetheart.”

“What are you doing?” you ask as he works a little lower down your spine

“Giving you a massage. I can tell you’re sore. When did you start going back to the gym?”

“Just yesterday. And you’re right I’m super sore. Thank you, this is a nice way to start my day.”

“Of course sweetheart. What gym did you go to? Did you have fun?” he inquires

His innocent prodding has you waking fully quickly, trying to cover your tracks without outright lying and getting caught.

“Oh this gym near work. Couple people in the office recommended it. And yeah I had fun.” 

All truths.

“That’s nice. Mmmm do you want to start the coffee or shower first?” he asks, seemingly letting the subject go

Perfect.

As you rush around to get ready for work, Matt grabs the laundry hamper from the bathroom, walking it over to the washing machine. Your dirty workout clothes from the night before sit on top, now less potent that they have completely dried. But he can’t help but feel like something smells off.

Sure it smells like you - natural scent mixed with your fading sweat, but there’s something else. Something familiar. A very subtle hint of spiciness mixed with… is that gunpowder? 

‘Weird’ Matt thinks to himself, but brushes it off a moment later, the smell not strong enough to really garner more than a passing thought.

But three times he does the laundry in a row, he smells it. It’s so subtle, he might not even give it another thought, but it’s just so damn familiar. 

It takes another week for him to ask you about it.

“Hey sweetheart, you’ve been going to the gym a lot lately,” he mentions over dinner 

“Mmmhmm. Yeah, can you feel my muscles growing? I’m feeling stronger.” you reply

“Yeah. What exactly are you doing at the gym? It’s really working.”

“Oh a little cardio, a little strength, you know…” you skirt around, being intentionally vague

“That’s good. Is it like a class or?”

“Um sort of. Just this guy at the gym, he’s been helping me. You know, walking me through the exercises.” 

Also technically the truth.

“That’s good. Well, I’m glad you found something you like.”

‘Okay, so that guy must smell like this. She’s close enough to him in a warm sweaty gym, so there’s a little bit on her clothes. Makes sense.’ Matt thinks to himself. But he still can’t shake the feeling that that smell is so familiar.

Two weeks later, Matt is out on patrol when he hears a familiar heartbeat on the fire escape a few floors down from where he’s perched.

Frank.

“You just gonna sit there all night, listinin’ Red?” Frank asks

“Very funny Frank.” Matt says, hopping down to Frank’s level

“Haven’t seen you in a while” Matt comments

“Been busy. Madani’s been usin’ me more.”

“Oh don’t tell me you’re going legit Frank.”

“Not a shot in hell, Red. But gotta pay the bills somehow.”

And then a strong breeze blows. Frank’s signature blend of sweat, aftershave, and metallic mixed with gunpowder from all the weapons he handles overwhelms Matt’s nose. Matt cocks his head in confusion. It’s so damn familiar. But of course it is, it’s Frank. How many times has Matt been on a rooftop with him like this, bs-ing the night away while monitoring the city?

After catching up for a bit, they go their separate ways, the rest of Matt’s evening turning uneventful.

He returns home to you shortly after 3 am, your soft breathing as you sleep calms him as he strips off his suit. 

You hadn’t met with Frank tonight. He said something about following a lead and you were perfectly fine with that, you needed an off day. 

Matt curls up in bed beside you, resting his head on your back and falling asleep quickly.

The next night, Frank is really putting you through your paces and you swear you’re ready to collapse when he finally calls it for the night. 

Per usual, Frank offers to walk you home when you’re done and for the first time since you started coming here, you accept the offer since you stayed a bit later than usual tonight. At least until you can make it to Hell’s Kitchen and within range of Matt. 

You and Frank make small talk as you go and eventually, the chill of the autumn air has you shivering in your still-damp-from-sweat workout clothes. 

“Here sweetheart,” Frank says with a lopsided smirk, slinging his worn jacket over your shoulders. 

“Thank you Castle. Always a gentleman.”

“Course, ‘specially for Red’s girl.”

You make it to 35th and 10th, close enough to home and hand his jacket back to him, parting ways with a nod and a polite “goodnight.”

The later hour coupled with the particularly intense session has you collapsing into bed without even removing your shoes, let alone your gym clothes.

When Matt returns a few hours later, the smell hits him like a truck. 

‘I swear to god Frank, if you’re bleeding on my couch again…’ Matt thinks to himself. 

But when he enters the apartment the only heartbeat he can hear is yours. He inches slowly toward the bedroom and rolls the door open gently. He reaches down to feel the soft lycra of your leggings on your body, careful not to stir you from your slumber. The smell of your sweat clinging to your clothes fills his senses, way more potent than normal plus that other scent you’re bringing home from the gym. Matt pauses to wonder why he thought Frank was here but then it hits him. 

Oh my god. The mystery smell from the gym you’ve been bringing home is Frank. 

But how could you smell like… 

And then the gears in his head start turning. And he feels like a goddamn idiot. 

You had been going to the gym. But not to work out. You were cheating. With Frank of all people. And you’d made the critical error of not showering when you got home. 

Matt begins to pace the apartment, rubbing at his chin as his thoughts move a million miles a minute about what to do. 

Did he confront you? Did he confront Frank?! What should he even say?

The sun rises and he’s still pacing and contemplating when his alarm rings out. He shuts it off before it can wake you too. He needs more time to think about his next move. He gets ready for work quietly and slips out the door before you awake. 

You find it odd you haven’t heard from Matt all day. When you woke up you saw his Devil suit in a heap in the living room and there was no damage to it or blood on it. So you knew he had come home and was relatively okay. But it was so odd for him to leave without a goodbye kiss or go this long in the day without so much as a text. But he had been busy with a heavy caseload lately. You finally break shortly after lunch and text him first. 

“Hey Matty. Know you’re busy but I miss you and I love you. Dinner tonight?”

“Can’t. Working late. Don’t wait up.” He responds

That was… oddly curt. But again you figure he’s stressed and busy. 

Matt on the other hand has been wracked with stress all day. It only took an hour of his constant pacing and fidgeting for Foggy to break and finally ask.

“Matt. What’s up?”

“I think… I think I’m being cheated on.” Matt confesses. He leaves the Frank part out of the equation, wanting Foggy to be as objective as possible about his response. 

“What could possibly make you think that?”

“She’s been going to the gym like every night for a month now right when I leave for patrol and she came home last night smelling like… another man. And she’s been smelling like it a little the whole month but last night it was all over her”

“So did you ask her?”

“Well no but…” 

“Matt you are literally a human lie detector and yet here you are jumping to conclusions instead of doing the rational thing and just asking her.”

And maybe Matt would have taken Foggy’s advice if he thought you were just cheating with your gym trainer. But this was Frank. And that made it all the more complicated. 

Matt decides finally what he’s going to do. He’s going to follow you tonight, catch you in the act and confront both of you together.  

Matt still hadn’t come home when you depart for your nightly workout session, but little did you know he’s there. Pacing on the roof, waiting for you to leave. As soon as he hears the lobby door shut behind you, he springs in to action, taking the stairs two at a time into the apartment and changing out of his lawyer suit and into his devil suit as quickly as possible, making sure not to lose your heartbeat now a block and a half away. He makes up for the lost distance quickly and is practically on top of you by the time you enter the gym. 

“Hey Frank” you call out as you enter

“Hey. I’ll be over in a second.” he replies from the locker rooms

Matt crouches down by the side of the building, just close enough to the windows to hear everything going on inside. 

You’re almost done wrapping your hands when Frank emerges from the locker room. 

“Alright let’s start with our usual, then you can have a go at me again.”

“I don’t know Frank. You really wore me out last night. I woke up still in my clothes and shoes.”

Matt knew it. He fucking knew it. 

“Tough shit sweetheart,” Frank responds with a chuckle. “And what did your boyfriend think about that huh? He got any idea what we’re doing here yet?”

“Honestly I don’t know. I didn’t see or hear from him at all today. Which is weird even for him. And no I don’t think he’s figured it out yet.”

“You’re gonna have to tell him eventually”

“No, I don’t”

“So what you’re just gonna keep sneakin’ around, becoming a prize fighter without him gettin’ suspicious? Shit even a regular guy would raise some alarm bells by now, but especially Red and all his … shit”

“Frank, I am not here trying to become a prize fighter. I’m just trying to get strong enough to defend myself if he’s not around to do it. That’s all”

Matt’s heart drops. 

How could he possibly think you were cheating? And with Frank of all people. He felt like an idiot. Like a total asshole. Sure you had lied, well, technically withheld the truth and he’s sure you’ll explain why. And he’s hurt if you wanted to learn to fight that you didn’t come to him.  But this was not nearly as egregious a stain on your relationship as he thought it was. 

“I don’t know. Think you should tell him. Show him your moves. Shit, you’ve gotten a couple good hits on me these last few days I’m sure you could give Red a run for his money.” 

“I am not fighting Matt, Francis.” You say with an eye roll

Matt listens for the next hour as Frank talks you through a few hitting drills, then the two of you sparring. Frank is clearly taking it easy on you, but Matt is still impressed by what he could tell of what you were doing. He absolutely would need to take you on to really gauge your skills. 

Franks's phone rings out just as you’re cooling down with some stretches. 

He answers and speaks for a few minutes. 

“Alright sorry to jet out of here but Madani has somethin urgent for me. You good to get home alright?”

“Yeah, thanks Frank. See you tomorrow.”

Frank gives you a fist bump and then disappears through the front door. Matt uses the opportunity to sneak in just before the door slams closed behind Frank. 

You’re sitting on the floor undoing your wraps as he finally speaks up. 

“If you wanted to opportunity to hit Frank, I’m sure I could have arranged it some other way”

Your spine goes icy cold at the sound of the voice behind you. 

“Matt… I” you stumble to explain. 

“It’s okay sweetheart,” Matt says, hands up in surrender before reaching up to remove his mask

“What are you doing here?” You ask, ready for him to chew you out for your little secret. 

“Alright if I’m honest, do you promise you’ll be honest?” He asks

“Yes.”

“I followed you here because I thought you were cheating. With Frank. And I know now that’s not what’s happening. And I’m sorry for not just asking you.” He confesses with a sigh

“Oh Matt. I’m so sorry that I did anything to make you think that. That’s not at all what’s happening here.”

“I know. Been listening all night so I know. But I have to know why. Why are you doing this and why didn’t you tell me? And Frank? Really?”

“It’s a long story. Can I tell you while we walk home?”

And so you do. By the time you make it home to your apartment, you’ve come clean about the incident at work and running into Frank and how he’d been coaching you the last few weeks, and why you were so hesitant to ask Matt to be the one to do it.

Matt is oddly quiet through your explanation but nods as you speak. He finally speaks up just as you’re unlocking the front door. 

“I forgive you. And I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t ask me. But now that I know, I am curious…”

“You want to see how much I’ve learned?”

He nods enthusiastically 

“Fine. I guess since now you know you can join us tomorrow. If you want.”

“Perfect, I’ll be there”

He tucks you in to bed with a gentle kiss before heading out on patrol again, no longer clouded by doubts about your relationship. 

—

When you arrive at the gym the next night, Matt is already there, looking extra adorable in his gray sweatpants and messy hair. 

It’s all so familiar to him - the buzz of the fluorescent lights, the smell of sweat and heat, the gym mat sticking beneath his bare feet with every step. Just like Fogwells when he was a kid. He feels at home here.

“Hey sweetheart” he greets you with a kiss

“Hey Matty” you can’t help but smile whenever you see him after a long day “Frank texted me, he’s running late, but um do you want to help me warm up?”

Matt’s face lights up with excitement. “Yes. Okay. What does Frank normally have you do?”

“Two rounds of jab crosses on the bag. Three minutes each.”

“Okay, have at it”

You wrap your hands and begin hitting the bag. Not even thirty seconds in, Matt speaks up.

“Woah woah woah. Frank has been letting you hit like this and not correcting your form?”

“Yes. Wait, what the hell is wrong with my form?”

“You’re too far away from the bag. I can hear your shoulder joint rubbing every time you jab, which means you’re over-extending that left arm. Makes you put way too much energy into each hit, you’re gonna wear yourself out way faster. Here. Step closer.”

Matt moves behind you to help you correct your position, then lets you take a few more punches.

“See? More power, less effort.”

“Yeah. Any other pointers?”

Matt places his hands on your shoulders and places his feet right beside yours, pressing his body tight against your back. You never thought of boxing as particularly erotic, especially not with Frank teaching you. But with Matt’s breath against your ear, you can’t help but feel a chill run down your spine straight to your core.

“Go ahead, gimme a few more, I want to feel how your body moves. See just what else Frank has been teaching you wrong.”

“Matt…” the words die on your lips. You want to speak up and defend how kind Frank has been these past few weeks to spend the time to teach you, but Matt’s sweet whisper of encouragement has you forgetting anything else but him.

“C’mon sweetheart, don’t get all shy on me. You hesitate like this for Frank?”

“N..no.” you stutter, then weakly throw out a few more punches

Matt chuckles, knowing just how much he’s winding you up with so little. 

“Put a little more power behind them. Don’t let me being here hold you back.”

You try to do as he says and throw some real hits, but Matt is still pressed right against you.

God, his body is warm usually, but being flush behind you as you move and hit, he practically feels like white-hot iron against you. Your heart is thumping out of your chest, and it’s not just from the few minutes of warming up you’ve done. You know Matt can hear it and is going to play you like a fiddle. His own wicked form of punishment for not telling him about your training.

His hands drop from your shoulders, running down your back lightly and coming to rest on your hips. He plants a soft kiss right under your ear.

“You’ve been working hard. Maybe Frank does know what he’s doing.”

He places a second kiss a little lower down your neck.

“You throw any actual punches at him yet?” he asks

“A few. Landed some of them too.”

A third, fourth, and fifth kiss down your neck, working his way toward your shoulder. His stubble is coarse against your skin, sending goosebumps across your flesh, your toes curling into the squishy mat beneath you.

“Mmm that’s my girl.” he says, as he begins sucking on your neck, his right hand snaking around to your front, tickling at the top of your leggings.

“Matty” you chastise

“What?” he feigns ignorance

“Matthew. Do not start something you can’t finish. Frank will be here any minute.”

“You said he’d be late.”

“His text said ‘a few minutes’ and that was already several minutes ago.”

“Well I can’t hear his heartbeat yet, so we’ve got at least five.”

You want to protest more, you really do, but you just can’t resist Matt. 

Laughing low, he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his steady breath against your exposed skin a stark contrast to the growing labor of your exhales. You spread your legs a little wider. He takes the invitation and reaches his hand fully into your leggings, using a finger to circle your sensitive bud.

You throw your head back onto his chest with a moan, his name falling from your lips in a breathy whisper.

He continues to suck on your neck as works at your core, finally sliding a finger inside you, then another.

You reach forward to grab the boxing bag for stability, Matt’s touch causing you to writhe enough that you’re not sure you’re able to stay standing without it. As you thrash against him, he inhales deeply, a mix of your natural scent and your arousal consuming his lungs. 

In order to get you exactly where he wants you, he keeps a quick pace, knowing he does not have a lot of time. His rhythm never falters, stroking you over and over in that perfect spongy spot inside you. It’s not long before you're coming apart with a cry of his name.

Just as your head stops spinning and you’re returning to earth, Matt is turning you around and connecting his lips with yours. So hungry to have you, he guides you back a few steps, never breaking his lips from yours, and pushes you against the wall behind you.

His kisses grow more and more desperate, sending an electric tingle down your spine, though that could also be because the wall behind you is made of mirrors and the glass is cool against the heated skin not protected by your sports bra.

As soon as you make contact with the wall, his hands are back on your hips, pushing your leggings and panties down in a heap on the sticky mat beneath you. His clothes soon follow.

You throw your leg up and around his hip, opening yourself to him. An offer he quickly accepts. A soft gasp simultaneously escapes both your lips, the relief between the two of you as he guides himself slowly into your wet and eager core until he’s fully sheathed inside you. Restless fingers reach down to wrap your other leg around him, now fully holding you in the air against the mirrored wall behind you. 

He repeats the pace of his fingers only moments ago and slams into you harshly and quickly, over and over again, desperate to feel you release around him again, knowing Frank could appear at any moment. 

God, your familiar warm heat is absolute perfection, he thinks as he continues to bury himself into you over and over again. You’re still incredibly worked up from your previous climax and it takes just a few thrusts for you to be close again. The way your body is clamping around him and tensing lets him know just how close to ecstasy you are again.

Matt leans forward and you can feel his quickening breath against your ear once more.

“Damnit sweetheart, you scared me so bad. Made me think I was sharing you with someone else.” he grunts as he continues to drive his hips against yours.

“No Matty. I’m yours. Only yours — oh God. I promise.” you whimper back, arching into him further.

“Good. But to make sure you don’t forget, I’m gonna cum inside you, right now and every single night before you leave. So I’m dripping out of you after every hit, every kick. No matter how much Frank trains you. So you remember exactly who. You. Belong to.” he growls lowly against your skin, pushing you even more firmly against the cool glass with every thrust.

“Yes. Please Matt — Fuck. I’m all yours. I promise. Please.”

He thrusts one more time before he cums with a rumble of your name, his arms tightening around you, holding you impossibly close as he releases inside you just as he promised.

As he grinds against you in just the right way to hit that perfect spot one more time, your own orgasm sweeps over you. Your nails dig into his back, holding on to him as you let go, his harsh thrusts now slowed just enough so he can keep the both of you upright.

He feels you release, causing a final low groan from him, slowing down his pace, as your molten pleasure fades away. Still consumed by him and the feel of him holding you close, you lean your head back to rest against the mirror behind you as you catch your breath. Just as you feel like fully slumping against him, he sets you down gently.

You don't even really register him pulling away from you until he speaks. 

“Might want to put your pants back on. Frank’s a block away and I don’t think you want him to know how I warmed you up before he got here.”

You open your eyes and see that Matt is already dressed, a smirk painted across his face as he listens to you scramble to put your clothes on.

Just as you’re adjusting your leggings back in to place, Frank and his large frame enter the gym.

“Hey –” he pauses at the sight of you and Matt in front of him, both sweaty and still panting a little.

“Hmmm. Guess Red knows now.” Frank grumbles

But then his eyes go wide.

“You wanna tell me what that’s about?” he asks with a point of his finger.

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you turn behind you to see what he’s asking about. The mirror is covered in smudges that look vaguely like the outline shape of your body.

“We don’t talk about what happens at fight club…” Matt jokes as you bury your face in your hands in embarrassment.

My Masterlist

[lunavrse]

PURELY PLATONIC(?)

CHARLES LECLERC

summary : are yn and charles dating? are they just friends? who cares? well, twitter does. category : smau. note : disregard all times and dates, they don't matter. all spelling mistakes are intentional. this wasn't supposed to be my 1st fic posted but it is what it is.

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youruser thought we'd agreed that you'd never call that in public ever again

charles_leclerc no, you said that, i was silent

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youruser unfortunately

username67 SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP SOBBING

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pierregasly didn't you see her 2 months ago? when you flew out to see her

charles_leclerc that was forever ago

pierregasly *cough*whipped*cough*

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user8 I SAW THAT, YOU CANT HIDE FROM ME

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landonorris relax bro, no one's taking her away from you

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lunavrse pls pretend the manips look good👍 also the last one is just a random picture bc I couldn't edit it the way I wanted

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mutualfriend she's serving and then there's you

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by following the source link you’ll be directed to #494 gifs of JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN as JACOB KANON in THE POSTCARD KILLINGS (2020). these gifs were made by me from scratch and are not to be added to any gif hunts. please do not resize or use for any taboo content. these can be used for crackships/manip but please credit me. if you’ve found these helpful please like and/or reblog. thanks in advance!

JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN is an American actor born in Seattle, Washington (1966). trigger warnings: firearms, blood

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MANIP! ... and kill me now * elena_etrange

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Thanks to @numinousmysteries for tagging me! I had never checked these stats before!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

92

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

484,620

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I’ve written for Hannibal, Battlestar Galactica, The Fall, and The X-Files, but only The X-Files at this point.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Parting Glass (smut)

Animus Possidendi (dark smut)

The Common Fate of All Things Rare (casefile, cowritten)

Lacuna (casefile)

This Her Fever (cancer arc)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes and no. Not like I should. I am so deeply, truly grateful for every single one.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Well, I killed William in Inhaling the Different Dawn, but that wasn’t at the end.

Maybe Where The Vines Cling Crimson? Scully’s cancer comes back and her fate is ambiguous. And I had Scully kill Emily in Alabaster Stones. But I think that was the right ending for both of them.

As a mother? A Basket of Reeds, where Scully gives William away. I can’t even reread it without a lump in my throat, man.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Tent of Shelter is fluffy and lovely gets a lot of love, and was inspired by a STUNNING manip by @avocadoave but I personally think In The Gale. It’s the one that, to me, feels the most like a grownup relationship of two people processing some trauma. I think that’s an ending that’s happy and also real - like “I don’t love being broken, but I can survive being broken with you.” Two abeyances that lean…

Foxfire for similar reasons. I real love that little story, which I wrote thanks to @perplexistan

I’m 43. I’ve been married for well over two decades and let me tell you that young love is a gift and mature love is a craft.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Some! And that’s really great too, that people read words I wrote and felt so passionately that they left me words about those feelings. What a strange but profound compliment!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do. PWP isn’t my personal taste so even though I wrote a LOT of smut for the old pornbattles at LJ I wanted the smut to still tell a story.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I can’t say it’s especially crazy, but Fern Hill is a Mulder/Stella Gibson crossover. There are a few little ficlets with XF/Silence of the Lambs crossovers in my Inbox Prompts series.

Oh fuck! Wait! I wrote a Fall/Hannibal/XF crossover called Anthemoessa where Stella, Scully, and Bedelia all meet. Okay that’s it. That wins.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Years ago. God, isn’t that sad? To need positive reinforcement that much?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! It was SUCH a compliment!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have - The Common Fate of All Things Rare

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Mr. Virgata and me. Followed by Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, who literally invented the word. ❤️

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The Fisher King

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I do pretty good banter and my education makes me pretty good at the sciencey bits.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I get too lost in descriptions and I try too hard to be clever. I do my best to self edit but sometimes I reread things and I’m like oh my GOD SHUT YOUR PRETENTIOUS ASS UP.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I’ve done it for Bedelia and Hannibal in Italian. I’m not sure I understand the question?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

TXF, my one true love.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I don’t know that I have a favorite per se. I am most proud of the ones that challenged me to do something outside my comfort zone. Samson is one of mytop fives even though it’s Mulder/Diana. I think I did a nice job. I also wrote Pair of Aces/Double or Nothing which is Scully/Byers.

But I do really love the world of Petrichor and Singing of Mount Abora, and I like the cases.

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Actors I want to see play vampires in something because I love bloodsuckers

Sebastian Stan - The Covenant is what made me think this initially. Hearing that (at one point at least) he wanted to be Dracula and tried using the fact that he's Romanian to make it happen just makes me smile. There's fanart, fanfiction, manips, and AMVs that help me know that I'm not alone in this line of thinking.

Mads Mikkelsen - Did you know that he's actually in a vampire movie? He's not a vampire from what I can tell, he's a vampire hunter, but that's still something to think about. It's called Nattens engel (or, Angel of the Night) from 1998. Nikolaj Coster-Waldau was also in this movie. Speaking of which....

Nikolaj Coster-Waldau would be a good vampire in something. Tell me I'm wrong. He has the charisma for it.

Adam Driver - Hear me out! Look at him in The Last Duel, The Man Who Killed Don Quixote, and the poster for Hungry Hearts if you don't agree, and then get back to me. He's big, he's sexy, he's got that nice deep purr of a voice, and the Reylos agree that's why there's already art and fanfiction of it! Somebody please give me Adam Driver Dracula I'm begging you!!!

Eva Green - Stop giving me Eva Green witches and give me a bloodsucker! She. Would. Slay. That. Shit.

Cara Delevingne - It's the eyes that do it for me.

Abbey Lee (Kershaw) - I don't want to profile, but look at her. Tall, sexy, scary, she's perfect!

Oscar Isaac - Annihilation convinced me. And the little bit of The Card Counter I saw. And the little bit of Big Gold Brick. And a really good chunk of Moon Knight. Look, just trust me. I know what I'm talking about.

I like my vampires to walk that perfect line between sexy and scary. If you disagree, you're wrong. Simple as that. And here are my favorite examples just to prove my point.

I have more examples. A lot more. But only thirty pictures are allowed per post and I wanted a structure. Sexy/scary vampires are the best vampires. I love the scary ones, I love the sexy ones, but the ones that can be both are perfect.

I love vampires.

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Of plants and loops

So I thought about that loop as requested (@zuzla33 (manip @awerager))and it got a little weird, sorry. And not even really smutty, just fluff. I'm sorry about that too. 😅

I hope someone will like it anyway!

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Armie ran his thumb firmly over the line just behind Tim's jawline while kissing the area around Tim's larynx with his lips, then slid his tongue around the neck to behind his ear while his fingers wrapped around Tim's throat, fingertips digging into the muscles, just lightly, yet determined, so that he felt the larynx move noticeably as Tim swallowed.

He'd been doing this for quite a while now, devoting himself to Tim's throat. Tim loved it when Armie gave all his attention to it. And Armie loved doing this just as much. He knew every millimeter, knew where Tim liked it best, how soft, how strong, with his lips, with his tongue, his fingers, or rather a light sucking, with teeth or without.

And when Tim couldn't get enough, he would stretch his head back a little more, whisper "Tongue..." or "Thumb…" and point to the appropriate spot, or simply demand "Hands! Both!"

When Armie followed these instructions, he was usually gifted with a blissful smile, often accompanied by a soft sound that was not far from a cat purr.

Like now.

Tim smiled, Tim purred.

So much so that Armie thought that now that he had almost sent Tim to cloud nine with his massage, they might as well get on with it.

But when Armie let his one hand slide between Tim's legs, Tim uttered a completely indignant "No!"

And stood up and left.

At first, Armie was quite confused, he had to admit, when it slowly dawned on him why Tim probably had reacted the way he did.

Armie had had a real cleaning frenzy that morning. He had felt the great need to have the living room a little more tidy, which on the one hand was due to the fact that Tim really left everything lying around but on the other hand could also be due to the fact that Armie sometimes liked to have a certain clarity around him - if everything was already going haywire in his head. Kitchen psychology saying hello.

So he had tidied up and in his tidying mania had seen the plants, if you could still call them that, on the windowsill. Pitiful, almost - but only almost - dead plants from the Joshua Desert that Tim had once dug up and dragged along to stuff into various pots.

Well, their miserable condition could not be explained because they were not watered enough, after all, they were desert plants. But they seemed to lack the right soil or the hot sun, or whatever; fact was that neither their housekeeper seemed to find a way to make them bloom again, nor he and certainly not Tim, because he never managed to take care of such things.

So Armie decided, these plants had to go.

When Tim strolled through the apartment a little later, chewing, the cereal bowl in his hand, it was somehow clear that he noticed the absence immediately.

"Where are the plants?"

After Armie pleaded guilty, the outrage was great, but somehow so was Armie's petulance.

"You never took care of them anyway! Besides, they were ugly!"

"They weren't ugly! They were beautiful!"

"I'm not arguing with you now about the inner beauty of a stunted, ugly plant!"

"But they meant a lot to me! They stood for us, for our relationship!"

"I sincerely hope they did not stand for our relationship, because that would mean our relationship has completely withered away!"

Well, if looks could kill….

He was sorry, really sorry and he had apologized immediately.

It was strange, because it had actually looked as if Tim had forgotten the whole thing by now. But now Armie was obviously taught a better lesson.

Two hours later, Tim was sitting on the sofa reading, and Armie thought it would be a nice excuse to massage Tim's feet.

So Armie sat down next to him on the couch, took Tim's feet on his lap, took off his socks and massaged first one foot, then the other. For a very long time.

And Tim seemed to enjoy it, smiling at him every now and then, even closing his eyes with a satisfied grin, stretching so that his one foot pushed up against Armie's cock, and - intentionally or not - Armie of course didn't mind.

When this happened a second time, and Tim's foot really did push against Armie's already quite stiff cock with great relish, Armie could be sure that this was now purely intentional and therefore wanted to lean forward to kiss Tim’s lips, but was vehemently stopped from doing so by that very foot.

Moreover, Armie was punished with a look by Tim that seemed to ask how the hell Armie got the absurd idea of wanting to kiss him, followed by Tim's subsequent ignorance of Armie’s presence, which consisted of Tim simply continuing to read his book, so that Armie finally stood up, completely unnerved. And tried to calm himself down by telling himself that sometimes Tim just took a little longer.

Then at dinner everything seemed normal again, they chatted about this and that as if nothing had been wrong, and when they sat together on the sofa afterwards and watched a movie, Tim laid his head in Armie's lap as he almost always did.

After the movie they even made out. A lot, for a long time, extensively, lots of those hot and teasing licks from Tim, until Armie was already really worked up and out of sheer habit let his hand slide between Tim's legs.

"No!"

"Tim!" Armie groaned, because he just couldn't believe it. "You can't be serious, you're flying to London in two days!"

"Am I?"

And the way Tim couldn't help a tiny little evil twitch of the corners of his mouth, not to mention the most faked expression of surprise ever, showed Armie that he did have a real little bitch of a partner doing all this only to let him run aground and suffer.

Armie's eyebrows narrowed, he had to take a deep breath, but he knew he was going to get the short end of the stick, so he just said "Fine!", got up, went upstairs to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and went to bed.

When Tim crawled into bed sometime later, Armie pretended to be asleep. If Tim was acting like that...he could do it too!

The next morning, Armie decided to just turn the tables and ignore Tim completely, let him see where he got with his games.

Unfortunately, Armie quickly realized that Tim didn't seem to mind Armie's behavior at all!

Much more it seemed to move him to teasingly brush his curls out of his face while biting his bottom lip, to pleasurably suck on the cereal spoon, to very consciously bite into a banana, to expose his buttocks while scratching his ass, to stick out his ass while bending down, to grab his crotch, God knows what else, and why was he wearing almost nothing at this time of year, anyway, when he was cold all the time, even at 70 degrees in the shade?!

It made Armie furious, but he didn't really know what he could do about it, because he had the feeling that no matter what he would do, he would only make it worse.

Fact was, his desire and Tim's behavior were making him hornier by the minute.

But he had his pride, he didn't want to run after Tim like a dumb horny moose, and didn't want to make the impression it was all about sex. And that's why, when Tim told him he wanted to go out with friends in the evening, he said, Oscar-worthy indifferently, "Yeah, sure," while it tore him up inside.

At least it gave him a little bit of satisfaction that it seemed that Tim looked at him a second longer than intended.

Little bitch.

Still, the more the probability vanished that he would have sex with Tim today, the worse his desire became, until his thoughts turned exclusively to x-rated images in his mind.

Tim naked and willing in bed, Tim moaning and gasping, Tim begging to suck his big cock, Tim sucking his big cock, Tim begging to fuck him harder. Tim begging... Tim begging....

The important thing was: Tim begging!

So since afternoon, Armie had been walking around with a semi-hard-on at the latest, while his mind was happily saying goodbye to him, leaving him with a purely pornographic heap of hormones.

His need, of course, was not satisfied so by evening he was nothing but a pile of misery, his pride all but shattered. He was not far away from being the one who was begging now, his only desire being to touch Tim, which made him feel like a street dog, whimpering for the slightest bit of affection.

He stepped into the bathroom where Tim was standing in front of the mirror, getting ready for the evening, looking gorgeous as always.

And everything in Armie ached because he wanted nothing more than to touch him.

Why hadn’t he tried harder to make up for it? Why did he waste all day being stubborn?

"So what are you doing tonight?" asked Tim softly.

Armie shrugged his shoulders at first but then corrected his posture and tried to scrape together the last of his pride, saying bravely in an almost firm voice, "I'll probably stop by Nick's."

Tim smiled. "Say hi to them, okay?"

Armie nodded and continued to look at Tim. Getting more and more lost in his thoughts.

How he would love to touch him now.

How much he'd like to push his curls up now so he could kiss his neck, how much he'd like to just wrap his arms around him, give him a kiss on the cheek.

How much he...

How much he would love to at least just put his hands on Tim's goddamn hips.

At least that.

Armie’s gaze grazed the loop on Tim's shiny cloth pants.

Tim rarely wore pants with belt loops. Mostly he wore sweatpants with elastic. It looked kind of unusual.

That loop… the way it stuck out there… That hole… that you could put something through....

Armie inwardly rolled his eyes at himself. Now he was finally going crazy. If belt loops made him hot!

"Can you help me close the chain? The clasp is freakishly small." Tim held up a chain and Armie, as if in a trance, took a step behind Tim and took the chain in his hand, while secretly inhaling Tim’s scent.

Tim held up his curls and waited for Armie to put the chain around his neck.

Armie had done this many times before, admiring the little hairs on Tim's neck in the course of it, putting his lips on them afterwards.

This time he didn't dare. He didn’t want another rejection. Couldn’t take it.

Once he finished closing the clasp, he looked down in frustration as the loop on the pants caught his eye again. This hole... through which one could put something...

He wondered if he could -

Tim shouldn't have anything against that, should he?

Very slowly, he reached out and slipped his thumb through the loop and almost started to smile, because it felt like a triumph that Tim didn't turn him down.

Just looked at him intently instead, smiled gently.

"You like that?"

Yeah. Even though this was beyond weirdness.

But he enjoyed it, this little touch that had such great meaning to him right now. Longing for that little connection with Tim. And Tim let him. It made him remember that nothing should be taken for granted.

Tim could have made fun of him but he didn’t. Said gently smiling, "How about you do that again when I get back? Put your thumb through my loop. Would you like that?”

And as weird as it seemed, Armie more than happy took the offer.

As soon as Tim was out the door, though, Armie wondered if he shouldn't have asked Tim to stay. But he had been still so caught up in his ridiculously huge self-pity that he hadn’t dared.

So he vegetated the evening on the sofa, with a pillow between his legs, zapping through the channels, because of course neither Nick nor his other friends had time for him.

But nothing could catch his interest, nothing could distract him from longing for Tim.

Tim.

Sweet Tim.

Beautiful Tim.

Hot Tim.

Tim.

He must have fallen asleep on the couch because suddenly he felt Tim nudging his knee against his.

Smiling down at him.

Saying "Hey," softly and so tenderly. "Did you fall asleep?"

Armie tried to get his thoughts in order. Hadn't he just dreamed something odd? Something about eating cereal loops and trying to put his tongue and then his fingers through the loops and miserably failing?

Tim kept looking at him, so gently. Everything was so soft about him. Like if Armie touched him, everything would feel like cloud soft cotton.

If he ever got to touch him again, that was.

He would love to touch him so much.

His longing was so intense, so unbearable.

Tim smiled and pushed his left hip a little forward. "You wanted to put your thumb through my hole - oops - loop again, didn't you? Sleepy bear?"

Armie alternately looked up at Tim and then back at the loop.

Tim, who looked like a beautiful angel just descending from heaven, smiling at him with a cheeky smile. And then the loop sticking out, this seductive hole, which seemed to be just waiting for something to be pushed through it and Armie wondered if one could somehow get so aroused and come just from putting one’s thumb through a trivial loop, as a substitute action so to speak.

Because at the moment it almost felt like that.

Armie didn't come, of course, as he put his thumb through the loop once more, but - even if the weirdness of it remained - it still felt so damn special.

And he thought, if he was never allowed to touch Tim again, but was still allowed to do this, he would still be happy.

Weird.

Completely weird.

"I like that too, you know,” Tim whispered.

Well then, at least he wasn't weird alone.

Then maybe they did belong together somehow after all.

"And I’m thinking of other things I'd like you to do, you know. Do you want me to tell you?"

Armie nodded, his thumb still stuck in the loop, playing with it, jerking a little, testing his limits.

"For example," Tim continued, his voice soft and sensual. "I'd like it if you sucked my cock through my pants."

Armie blinked, felt some synapses in his brain burst, the blood rushing through his veins, and a little, happy smile flitting through his face, so excited was he to be able to touch Tim again. In this fucking hot way.

He leaned forward, opened his mouth and eagerly enclosed Tim's cock, together with the cloth pants, sucked on it, felt the silky fabric on his tongue, pressed with his tongue again and again against the hardening cock until the fabric slowly soaked through.

But he wanted, needed better access, so he resolutely pulled Tim by the loop to the couch, pulled him up so that Tim was now standing over him, pushed Tim's one knee to the backrest so that Tim could put his shin on it, spread Tim's leg, guided Tim's crotch so that Tim was now sitting on his face while his head rested on the backrest, had his mouth wide open, taking as much in as he could, his lips and teeth around Tim's cock under the fabric, and he sucked on it, until the cloth was soaking wet and smiled as good as one could with a cock in one’s mouth when he was finally rewarded with a panting Tim above him.

No need to say he was hard as a rock himself.

At some point the teasing seemed to be enough, though, because Tim opened his pants hastily, took out his cock and propped himself up on the back of the sofa so he could slowly push it into Armie's mouth. Very slowly. And Armie enjoyed the silky feel of Tim's hard cock sliding deep into his mouth, enjoying the thickness, enjoying the way it spread his mouth, and then slowly pulled out again. Tim bit his lower lip and repeated the act with relish, clearly enjoying the sight.

In... and out.

In...and out.

And Armie just loved how much Tim loved it.

"You know what else I want?" asked Tim, looking down at Armie as he continued to push his cock slowly in and out of Armie's mouth.

“I want to fuck you.

I want you to fuck me...

I want to come on your face...

I want you to fuck my mouth and come down my throat."

And Armie’s cock twitched in response.

Tim pulled his cock out of Armie's mouth, put his hand on Armie's cheek, his thumb in Armie's mouth and felt his tongue curl around it.

"But that's just the rough outline."

Armie had to grin at that because he just loved Tim saying filthy things and couldn’t wait for more. "Yes, of course, just a very rough outline."

"And maybe I'll change something along the way. But I'll always tell you what I want. Would you like that?"

"Yes, I'd like that. Every detail please."

And a jolt of pure happiness ran through his body as Tim leaned down to kiss him tenderly.

He would do anything Tim wanted. After all, that was what he was here for. To worship Tim. He was sure that this was one of the reasons why he was here on earth. If he had done that, then he had done something right in his life.

Later, as they lay there intertwined, both more than satisfied, sweat coated, cum-stained, the heavy smell of sex in the air, Tim played with Armie's hair on his chest and whispered:

"I'm sorry if I overreacted like that. The most important thing is us, right? I forget that sometimes. And I'm sorry for that." A small grin flitted across his face, his nose wrinkled. "Although I kind of liked how sweet and lost you were today."

He would be so lost without Tim.

Armie kissed Tim's temple.

He wasn't mad that Tim had let him suffer.

But he knew now what he would do when Tim was in London.

He would borrow Tyler's truck and, if necessary, transport the entire Joshua Desert to their house for Tim.

Because the plants did have meaning, Armie had realized.

They stood for hanging in there, no matter what they had to go through.

His hand gently brushed Tim's upper arm. "I love you. Even though you're a mean little bitch sometimes. Or maybe because of that. After today, I'm not so sure anymore."

Tim's naked body vibrated against his as he giggled and he couldn't feel happier.

It was good to have symbols.

They could remind you not to take anything for granted.

A plant, a loop, whatever.

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POV: The whole act of Angelina Mango at this year’s ESC (Eurovision Song Contest) was so Thorn princess coded, you do a manip about it, because you can not obsess enough over it and the thought lives rent free in your head now. Plus, Yor has a pleasing singing voice.

See manips below 👇

Featuring Loid (Twilight) being in denial about his feelings for Yor again:

Bonus:

Proof that Yor is a good singer:

I also thought of a whole plot how Yor would’ve to enter ESC to kill a judge and Loid having to keep said judge alive for intel. Let me know if you’re interested in me writing this brainrot. 😂

[jrob64]

Saying Goodbye and Moving On

An OUAT Canon Divergent fix-it fic

Here is my entry for CSSNS 2023, which was written to fix what I thought was a grievous wrong in the show. All of you need to know that I wanted to make @kmomof4 a co-author because she did so much to help me with this story, but she refused. Several tragic things were happening in my life while I was writing this story and she talked me through it - giving me ideas for the plot, encouraging me to keep going, checking it over when it was incredibly full of errors or didn't make sense, and just generally being the best friend and supporter I needed in order to finish it. On top of that, she created the gorgeous pic set you see at the top, with some manip help from @motherkatereloyshipper. Thank you so much, ladies! I love it!

Many thanks to @hookedmom who was my official beta once again.

SUMMARY: Killian has returned to Emma from the Underworld and they are starting to build their future together, when a ghost from his past suddenly appears, giving them the opportunity to right a few wrongs.

CHAPTER 1/1 - 5230 words

RATING: T

ALSO on Ao3 (I'm unable to post to ffn at this time)

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Storybrooke was peaceful for perhaps the first time since Emma Swan crashed into the town sign three years ago. The Underworld saga was behind them, Killian had returned in dramatic fashion, and no new villain had shown up in town…yet. Emma knew it was only a matter of time, but she was going to enjoy the calm after the multiple storms for as long as she could.

Gold was the Dark One again after negating Killian’s sacrifice, but he secluded himself in his Pawn Shop. Emma figured he was avoiding everyone in town because they were furious over him not letting go of the dark power. Even though Emma knew the Dark One couldn’t be killed, she wasn’t above putting a bullet in him for something as minor as jaywalking, given the opportunity. She could never forgive him for what he did to the man she loved.

Right now, that man was alive and well beside her, his arm flung over her hip and snoring softly in her ear. It had been nearly two months since he returned and she was still hesitant to let him out of her sight. The first few nights after his return, both of them were desperate to reacquaint themselves with the other’s body. Gradually, as the realization grew that Killian was truly back and nothing was going to threaten their blissful happiness, their lovemaking grew gentler and less frantic, but no less meaningful. Now, after their bodies were sated, they’d lay in each other’s arms talking softly before they drifted off to sleep, content in the fact that nothing would pull them away from one another again.

*********

Killian awoke with a jolt, heart thundering in his chest and breath coming in sharp gasps. Sitting up quickly, he closed his eyes, tilting his head back while he concentrated on taking slow, deep breaths to calm himself, hoping he wouldn’t wake Emma. When his heart rate slowed down a bit, he opened his eyes and the blood in his veins froze.

He rubbed his eyes furiously, then cautiously opened them again. The image hadn’t disappeared. Hovering hazily in front of him was…

“Milah?” he choked out.

The specter’s pale eyes brightened and a slight smile crossed her face. Drifting closer, she opened her mouth to speak…

“Killian?”

Immediately, the ghostly figure disappeared. Killian blinked rapidly as he felt Emma’s hand on his back.

“Are you okay?” she asked, sitting up beside him.

“Oh, uh…aye,” he managed to say, still trying to get over the shock of seeing what was obviously the ghost of his former lover.

“Are you sure? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

His head jerked around, searching her eyes to determine if she realized the accuracy of her statement. All he could see was concern in the green depths. “Aye, Love, I just…I’m having some trouble sleeping and I don’t…I don’t want to keep you awake, so…uh…I think I’ll spend the rest of the night on the Jolly, if you don’t mind,” he stammered.

A wounded look crossed her face so quickly, he wasn’t even sure he saw it. She schooled her features carefully before replying, “If you’re having nightmares, I can help you through them. You don’t have to handle them yourself, you know.”

He wiped a hand down his face. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt this woman who sacrificed so much to bring him home. He loved her more than he could express and owed her his very life. But after seeing the vision of Milah, he knew he wouldn’t be getting any more sleep that night and he didn’t know how to explain what had happened.

“I know, Love. I just…I think I need some fresh air.” Enfolding her in his arms, he rubbed her back soothingly. “I’m not pulling away from you, I promise. I’ll meet you at Granny’s tomorrow for breakfast, aye?”

“Yeah, okay,” she mumbled into his chest. “Call me when you get to the Jolly?”

“Of course.” He got out of bed and began putting on his clothes, feeling her eyes on him the entire time. When he finished, he turned back to see her still sitting up, the sheet wrapped around her. Moving to sit on the edge of the bed, he reached over to brush some wispy strands of hair away from her face. “Get some sleep, Darling. I’ll see you in the morning.”

She leaned in to kiss him, pressing her forehead to his for a brief moment afterwards. “Be careful on your way to the docks.”

“I will. Goodnight, Love.” After brushing her lips with his once more, he stood and began walking toward the doorway.

“Killian?” she called softly.

He turned. “Aye?”

“I love you.”

He couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face. “I love you, too, Swan.”

*********

On his way to his ship, Killian searched the skies for any sign of Milah’s apparition. He was torn about whether he wanted to see her ghostly image again. On the one hand, he was curious why she was here and wanted to talk with her to get some answers. Conversely, he was ready to move on with his life and his True Love.

He made it to the Jolly without any sign of the specter, but upon entering his quarters, he was met with the sight of her hovering over his bunk, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin.

“Milah!” he gasped. “Wh-what are you doing here?”

She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Her eyes widened in horror as she continued to try, with no success.

“You can’t talk?” he questioned. She shook her head sadly, and seemed to shrink in on herself, floating toward the ceiling. “No! Don’t go!” he cried. “Please…stay.” He held out his hand in invitation, knowing she wouldn’t be able to physically take it.

Her eyes softened, her distress easing as she settled back down to eye level with him.

“But you can hear me, can’t you?” he asked, needing to clarify their connection.

She nodded and made a hand gesture urging him to continue speaking.

He sat in his desk chair and swiveled it to fully face her. “I don’t know how you’re here, but…I’m glad you are.” His comment made her smile. “Emma, she…she told me the two of you met in the Underworld, and that you helped her get to me when Hades had me chained up over the River of Lost Souls.”

Milah nodded again, giving him a small, tight smile.

“I’m truly sorry Hades threw you into that river before I had a chance to say goodbye.”

Anger flashed across Milah’s face and she shook her head vehemently.

“What is it, Milah?” He watched her making motions with her hands, pantomiming pulling her heart out of her chest. “Hades tore your heart out? No, that wouldn’t make sense because you were already…” He stopped short, unable to bring himself to say the last word.

Milah continued to make gestures showing her heart being crushed, then pointed to Killian’s hook.

Suddenly, understanding dawned on him. “The crocodile?” he asked incredulously. She nodded vigorously and he could feel the rage rising in him. “Was he the one who pushed you into the River of Lost Souls?” At Milah’s emphatic nod, he angrily jumped to his feet. “Not only did he take you from me the first time, he also doomed you to eternal torment and deprived me of a chance to give you a proper farewell! And now he’s the bloody Dark One again! Bloody fucking hell!” He spun in a circle, wanting to throw or hit something.

The specter of his first love drifted closer and reached out to stroke her palm over his cheek. He felt a cool sensation where her ghostly hand brushed past him, calming him instantly. He sat down on his bunk and she moved over to him, sadness mixed with compassion coloring her translucent features. “I’m so sorry, Love. I should have killed him long ago to avenge your…death. I never figured out a way to do it since the Dark One is immortal, and then I met Emma and I…I chose her over my quest for vengeance. I failed you, Milah…”

She brought her finger to her lip and shook her head to silence him. Then she placed her hand over her heart, before moving it to cover his heart. He understood her meaning and his shoulders sagged in relief. “Thank you, Love. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I’m very happy to have it.” He smiled gently at her for a moment before a startling realization came to him. “Milah,” he said, confusion infusing his words. “How… how are you here?” He stood quickly, not knowing what to think. Could he still be dreaming? Milah shouldn’t be here. She couldn’t be here. This had to be a trick of some kind. Was Gold behind it? Had Hades found some way to return?

Alarmed recognition crossed her face and she reached for him. He stumbled back away from her and she made no further move toward him. In an effort to help him understand, she placed both hands on either side of her head, fingers pointed straight up. She moved them up and down in short, sharp movements that reminded Killian of Hades when his hair erupted into blue flames.

“Hades?” he asked tentatively.

She nodded furiously, her face lighting up with his understanding of her motions. She drew a single finger across her neck in a motion he had no trouble interpreting.

“He’s gone forever, right?” Killian asked. When she continued nodding, Killian felt excitement and hope rise within him. “When he was vanquished, was your soul released from the river?” It was more than he could possibly hope for, but her joyous visage and nod confirmed his speculation. Relief completely enveloped him and he moved closer to her, holding his hand out again. This time, she reached out for him as well. He felt a chill that somehow felt warm at the same time as her hand passed through his. “Oh, Milah,” he breathed. “I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.”

Milah smiled gently at him then floated over to his bed and patted the space beside her. He sat down and saw her gesture for him to talk. Taking a deep breath, he launched into the tale of his life after losing her.

*********

Emma was unable to go back to sleep after Killian left. He’d had plenty of time to make it to his ship, yet he hadn’t called her as promised. She was well aware he would have a lot to work through after everything he’d experienced. Becoming the Dark One, dying and going to the Underworld, being tortured by Hades, reuniting with his brother Liam, only to have to say goodbye to him again, not to mention being separated from his True Love, before being sent back to the land of the living by Zeus.

She was willing to give him all the time he needed, but tonight, something was amiss. She could sense there was more to his abrupt departure than simply a desire to get some fresh air. His eyes were…haunted, fearful. She couldn’t help but wonder what he wasn’t telling her.

Sighing heavily, she shoved back the covers and got out of bed. Something was troubling the man she loved and she was determined to help him through it.

*********

Emma drove slowly through the streets of Storybrooke, scanning every street and alley, but didn’t catch sight of Killian. Parking at the docks, she was relieved to see his ship was still in the usual berth. She hadn’t thought he would take the Jolly Roger out to sea this late at night, but she knew how sailing calmed him, so she wouldn’t have been surprised to find the space empty.

Killian wasn’t on the deck, gazing at the stars - another activity that always brought him peace. Emma quickly crossed the polished surface, descended the steps taking her below deck, and walked down the narrow hallway, stopping outside the captain’s quarters. As she reached for the door handle, she heard Killian’s voice and paused. It sounded like he was carrying on a conversation with someone. She didn’t want to invade his privacy, but curiosity won out and, in spite of herself, she listened.

“...that’s when I found out Bae had a child with Emma - a boy named Henry. Yes, I know. It came as quite a shock to me, as well. By that time, I was already intrigued by Emma, and also very attracted to her. I hope you don’t mind me talking about her. She’s my True Love and I owe her so much. She’s the one who made me want to give up my fruitless quest for revenge in order to be someone worthy of her love.”

Emma took a step closer to the door, hoping to hear the other person to identify him…or her. Her mind raced as she waited. Nearly everyone in town knew that Henry was Neal’s son, so who could it be?

“I wish you could meet Henry. He’s a wonderful lad - intelligent, kind and brave. Bae would be so proud of him.” There was a long pause before Killian resumed. “He, uh, he died trying to warn the town about a villain. He visited Emma before she went to the Underworld and told her he was in a place where he was happy. Perhaps you’ll be able to take care of your unfinished business and join him there.”

Emma’s brows furrowed. He was talking to someone with unfinished business? Someone who might be able to join Neal, which would mean they were dead…

Suddenly, it dawned on her who it had to be, but how was it possible? Milah had been thrown into the River of Lost Souls. There was no way she could be here talking to Killian. Emma’s mind swirled with doubts. Maybe he needed someone to talk to and couldn’t trust her, so he was talking to the memory of Milah instead.

  Unable to quiet the negative voices in her head, Emma grasped the door handle, and after a brief moment of hesitation, pushed inside the cabin.

Killian looked up when he heard her enter, his startled look turning to one of chagrin. “Swan? What are you doing here?”

“I…I was worried when you didn’t call,” she said, looking around the room and seeing no one. “Killian, who were you talking to?”

Killian glanced beside him, where Milah still hovered. “I was…” Turning his eyes back to Emma, he asked, “Can’t you see her, Emma?”

Emma’s brows furrowed. “The only person I see here is you. Were you…it sounded like you were talking to…to Milah.”

He stood, casting a quick look at his first love, then moving to stand in front of his True Love. “Aye, Love. Milah is here, in this room. Her spirit is, at least. She appeared to me in your bedroom and that’s why I left so abruptly. When I reached the Jolly, I found her here, too. I don’t understand why I can see her and you can’t.”

Emma closed her eyes, her heart pounding. If he was telling her the truth - and her lie detector was silent, confirming his words - then Milah was haunting him, no matter where he went. How was she supposed to deal with that?

Tilting her head, she sensed something different about the atmosphere in the room. Breathing in deeply, she caught a whiff of…

“Killian, did Milah smell of lilacs?” she asked, her eyes opening to focus on him. A shocked expression crossed his face.

“Aye, Love. She…she always wore lilac water. I purchased it for her every chance I got. How did you know that?”

“I can smell it, and I feel a…a presence. Can she talk?”

Sadness filled his eyes. “No, she can hear me, but she can’t speak. She has been able to communicate, though. She…she told me it was Gold who threw her into the River of Lost Souls and that she was released when Hades was defeated.”

“Gold did that to her?” Emma spat. “That bastard! I’m already furious over what he did to you and this just adds fuel to the fire! Dark One or not, someday he’s going to pay for all the evil things he’s done, and I, for one, am not going to be sorry about it!”

Killian stepped forward to squeeze her hand, his eyes flicking up behind her. “I think Milah likes you, Love,” he grinned.

“Why do you say that?”

“She’s right behind you, smiling and clapping her hands.”

Emma’s cheeks reddened. “We got to know each other a bit in the Underworld. I liked her, too.” She looked thoughtful. “There has to be some way to allow her to talk to us. Remember when we used that double-ended candle to try to talk to Cora?”

“Aye, but the candle had to be lit over a person’s heart before they were killed in order to use it to communicate with that person’s spirit,” Killian reminded her.

Emma sighed. “That’s right, I’d forgotten that detail.” She chewed on her lip in thought, before speaking again. “I’ll go talk to Regina. There has to be a way.” She pulled her hand out of his and turned toward the door.

He caught her arm with his hook. “Perhaps you should wait until morning, Darling. I doubt the queen will be very amenable to helping us if you wake her in the middle of the night.”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot what time it is,” she admitted. “I, um, I guess I’ll just go home for a few hours, then. Are you…will you stay here?”

Killian glanced to his right before answering. “I still have a lot I want to share with Milah and I don’t know how long she’ll be able to stay here. I hope you don’t mind.”

Emma gave him a weak smile. “No, I understand. Do you want to come with me to talk to Regina in the morning?”

“Aye, Love.” He pulled her into his embrace. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Okay, I’ll come by and pick you up around seven,” she mumbled into his shoulder.

He put enough distance between them to be able to cup her chin in his hand. “Be careful going home, my love.”

“I will.” Leaning up to whisper in his ear, she asked, “Do you think she would mind if I kissed you?”

He gave a low chuckle. “I’m sure she won’t. She knows we’re True Love.”

She combed her fingers through the hair above his ear. “This is a weird situation, you know that, right?”

He nodded with a lopsided grin and leaned in to share a lingering kiss with her.

“See you in the morning,” she said when it ended, then added, a bit louder, “Goodbye, Milah.” After brushing his cheek with her lips one more time, she turned and left the cabin.

*********

Once Regina heard Emma and Killian relate the events from overnight, she sat behind her desk in the mayor’s office pursing her lips in thought.

“Can you explain why Killian is able to see her, but I can’t?” Emma asked.

“I’m not sure, but my guess would be it’s because Killian is Milah’s unfinished business,” Regina stated.

“That makes sense,” Emma agreed. “I can feel her presence, though.”

“Have you any ideas for how to talk to her?” Killian inquired.

Regina considered for a moment. “Using the enchanted candle to talk to her definitely isn’t an option. The phone booth in the Underworld was a way for the dead to communicate with the living, but we don’t have anything like that here. You obviously don’t want me to ask Gold for help, or Belle for that matter.”

“Absolutely not,” Emma said emphatically.

“We don’t want the crocodile to know that Milah has made an appearance,” Killian added angrily. “If I had my way, I’d send the bloody bastard back to the Underworld, never to return. Hades wasn’t the one who threw Milah into the River of Lost Souls. It was Gold. He needs to pay for what he did. It wasn’t enough for him to kill her in front of me in the first place, but he had to sentence her to eternal torment, as well.”

Regina’s eyes widened in surprise. She didn’t know all the details of what happened between Rumplestiltskin and Killian Jones, but she could certainly understand Killian’s anger and wanting to make sure ‘the crocodile’ paid for what he’d done. “Well, there’s nothing we can do about Gold. If you recall, he’s the Dark One and can’t be killed, no matter how much all of us would like to see it happen. Now, let’s focus on the problem of how to communicate with Milah. Do you have any idea how long she will be haunting you, Hook?”

Killian shook his head sadly. “No, but I have a feeling it won’t be very long. From the first time I saw her until she left this morning, her form had already faded substantially.”

“Hmm, I wonder,” Regina said, walking around the front of her desk and crossing her arms. “I know she probably didn’t come through a portal from the Underworld to get here, but I wonder if being close to one will give her more strength and help her be able to speak.”

“You mean the one in the duck pond?” Emma asked.

“Do you know of any other?” Regina snapped, her sarcasm in full force.

Emma chose to ignore her snark. “I think it would be worth a try to see if she’ll join you there, wouldn’t it, Killian?” At his nod of affirmation, she added. “How would you feel about Henry being there? If Milah is able to speak, he would get to talk to his grandmother.”

“I think that’s a grand idea, Love. I told her about him and what an exceptional lad he is, and I’m sure she would appreciate the chance to see for herself.”

“Is that alright, Regina?” Emma asked.

“Of course. I don’t think he would find meeting the spirit of his grandmother any more disconcerting than any other adventure he’s experienced since he brought you to town. He planned to spend the day at my house playing video games. I’ll pick him up and meet the two of you at the pond.”

“Do you think Milah will find you there, Killian?”

“She found me at your house and on my ship, Love.”

“Good point. Well, let’s see if this works,” Emma said, taking his hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze before they headed out the door.

*********

Returning to the place where Emma was forced to run Excalibur through Killian was difficult for the couple. As they drew near the exact spot where it happened, Killian heard her breath hitch and he tightened his grip on her hand.

Regina and Henry arrived a few minutes later and joined them at the edge of the duck pond.

“Mom says Grandma Milah appeared to you, Killian,” Henry said excitedly. “Is she here now?”

“Not yet, lad,” Killian said.

“We’re not sure she will be, Henry,” Emma said.

“Yeah, Mom explained that to me. She also said Grandma can’t speak, but I’m still glad you wanted me to be here.”

They waited for several minutes, as Killian scanned the skies for any sign of Milah’s ghost. The only sounds heard were the birds in the trees and the occasional quack of a duck swimming past, until Killian declared softly, “She’s here, right over the center of the pond.”

“I was going to ask if she was,” Emma said. “I thought I felt her presence.”

“There is definitely a stirring in the atmosphere,” Regina remarked.

“Is she trying to say anything?” Henry asked.

“No,” Killian answered, “she’s just watching us.” Suddenly, the water in the pond began rippling as a breeze blew across it. “Hello again, Milah. Someone is here to meet you.” He stepped over behind Henry, putting his hand and hook on the boy’s shoulders. “This is Henry, Baelfire’s son.”

“Hi, Grandma,” Henry said, his eyes darting back and forth across the sky. “It’s nice to…kind of…meet you.”

“She’s smiling at you, lad,” Killian assured him.

“I wish I could see you. Were you the one who churned up the water?” Henry asked. In response, a stronger breeze blew, causing small waves to form in the duck pond. “That’s a cool trick, Grandma!” he laughed.

A chilly wind swept past the group, rustling the leaves on the trees. “Is Milah doing that, too?” Emma whispered.

“Aye,” Killian answered, his eyes following the movement of the specter only he could see. “Something seems to be distressing her.”

“I think I see the source of her agitation,” Regina remarked, her brow furrowing in concern. “Here comes Gold. He must have sensed a supernatural disturbance, too.”

The man came stumping up the path, slowing as he took in the scene before him. Seeing the group assembled by the pond, he asked, “What are you all doing here? Are you trying to cast some sort of…” His words came to a stop as his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in surprise. “M-Milah?”

Another rush of cold air swept past them, strong enough this time to shake the tree branches and increase the turbulence of the water. “Seeing him has made her extremely angry,” Killian explained.

“Thank you, Captain Obvious,” Regina remarked.

The wind kicked up even more, causing dust and debris to swirl around them. It seemed to center on Gold, making him duck down and cover his head. “Get away from me, you vile woman!” he screamed. “You’re supposed to be in the River of Lost Souls!” At his confession, the wind picked him up bodily and slammed him to the ground, stunning him as he hit his head on a rock.

“And YOU’RE the one who threw her into it!” Killian shouted.

Gold raised his hand to his head, wiping at the blood over his brow. Suddenly, it was if something grabbed him by the ankles and began dragging him toward the pond. “NO! NO!” he screeched, attempting to crawl back up the path.

“Grandpa!” Henry yelled.

There was a loud whooshing sound and they turned to see a vortex rising up out of the water, the force of it beginning to pull Gold toward it. He continued to scream his protests, his fingers scrabbling in the dirt as he was dragged backwards. They watched incredulously as he flew past them, too quickly to even attempt to grab him.

He was caught up in the vortex, which spun across the surface of the pond. Emma gasped as she spotted something moving behind the trees. “It’s Charon’s boat! Why is it here?”

“Gold is tethered to the Underworld through his blood,” Regina explained, shouting to be heard over the tumult. “The blood from the gash on his head must have gotten into the water and summoned Charon.”

The four people on shore watched the furiously swirling waterspout until it reached the boat, where it suddenly disappeared, depositing the helpless Dark One in a heap in the middle of the vessel.

Gold’s blood curdling screams echoed through the air as Charon guided the boat toward the portal to the Underworld. The moment it passed from view, his cries were silenced and they knew he was gone.

“Look!” Henry cried, pointing at the sky.

Emma, Killian and Regina turned to see a black vapor in the shape of the Dark One’s dagger hanging over the pond. As they watched, it dissipated, completely disappearing within seconds. “Does that mean what I think it means? What I hope it means?” Emma asked.

“No more Dark One? The Darkness is gone forever?” Regina questioned, turning back towards the others.

“Yes, that’s exactly what it means and now I can finally be free,” a serene voice said from behind them.

“Milah!” Killian gasped. “You can speak!”

“Rumple silenced me when he threw me into the river,” she explained. “Now that he’s gone, he has no power over me, or anyone else, for that matter.”

“I’m sorry you lost your grandfather like that, kid,” Emma said, putting her arm around Henry’s shoulders to comfort him.

“Yeah, me too, but he had a lot of chances to give up the power of being the Dark One and he never did. He loved power more than he loved me, Belle, and even my dad, so I guess he deserved what he got.”

Killian patted him on the back, then looked at the specter hovering in front of them. “You did it, Milah. Everything he ever did to us has now been avenged,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

“Yes, it has,” Milah said, her voice sounding much thinner. “My time here is drawing to a close, so I have to say my goodbyes.” Killian watched as a wide smile spread on her lips. “I can see Killian was right when he told me how special you are, Henry. I just wish I had more time with you. When I move on, I will tell your father what a fine young man you became.”

“Tell him…tell him I miss him,” Henry said.

“I will,” she promised.

Emma stepped up beside Killian and stretched up to kiss his cheek.“We’ll give you a chance to say goodbye,” she whispered. “I’ll be home if you want to come by afterwards.”

He nodded and watched her walk away with Henry and Regina. Turning back to Milah, he saw her translucent form was fading quickly. “I’m very happy I got the opportunity to bid you a proper goodbye, Love.”

“So am I. Oh, my love, I’m glad we were able to have so many wonderful adventures together.” Her voice grew so faint, he had to listen intently to hear her. “ Emma is good for you, Killian. It’s wonderful that you’ve found love again and you’re finally moving on. I can see that you’re really happy.” She paused for a moment, then- if it was possible for a ghost- she sighed. “I’m your past and she’s your future.”

“You’ll always have a place in my heart, Milah. You were my first love.”

“Yes, and I will always love you, but Emma is your True Love. You deserve happiness with her.”

“And you deserve peace. I hope you find it.”

“Now that all of my unfinished business has been taken care of, I’m sure I will.” Swooping down, she brushed her nearly invisible fingers across his cheek. “I must go now. Goodbye, my love.”

“Goodbye, Milah.”

He stood transfixed, staring at the sky for several minutes after her form disappeared. The sadness he had carried in his heart for so long over the loss of Milah, was replaced with relief and joy.

Finally, he turned and began walking back to town, where he knew he would find Emma waiting.

He saw her sitting on the steps of her house when he stopped in front of the gate. Looking up at him, a warm smile crossed her face, and he returned it with one of his own. Stepping through the opening, he moved toward his future.

*********

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I made a manip of my OTP, Amy and Taylor (Tayamy), and I'm very happy with how it turned out! And poor Kelly is here too.

Taylor: Ugh, Mom, no, this is my girlfriend, Amy! Not her ugly sister, Samey!

Kelly: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to mistake you for your sister, but aren’t you identical twins?

Amy: Yes! But Samey is the lesser twin! She’s just a Spare-Amy!

Taylor: Oh my gosh, babe, she is such a Spare-Amy!

Amy: Thank you! I know! I’m just so tired of being mistaken for her! Like, she doesn’t even sound like me!

Taylor: You would if you sounded and looked like a dog! (Cackles)

Amy: Oh, my God babe! You totally get me!

Taylor: And you get me!

Kelly was standing there slowly dying on the inside hearing a small voice inside her whisper, “Kill me~”

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, May 12th

JOYCE: (off camera) Buffy? BUFFY: (sitting up) I'm up, Mom! JOYCE: (off camera) Don't wanna be late for your first day! BUFFY: (to herself) No... Wouldn't want that.

~~Welcome to the Hellmouth~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Stakeout by MamaBewear (Angel/Spike, M)

We Have Forever by MadeInGold (Angel/Spike, M)

Oops! That's The Master! by Supernatural_Artefact (Rosa_Inglese) (Buffy, Willow, The Master, T)

Just to hear you breathing... by DancingAngel0013 (Buffy/Giles, E)

Mother’s Day by Makoclb (Dawn, G)

Passing Out by MadeInGold (Buffy/Angel, T)

Freaks Like Us by Kittenwritings, Leata (Angelus/Drusilla/Spike, E)

Do It For Me by Kittenwritings (Spike/Fred, E)

Stabbed by MadeInGold (Angel/Spike, T)

Three Moms by CangelBigFan1 (Connor & AtS Ensemble, E)

[Xander and Willow texting] by scooby-group-texts

A Special Holly-Day by ClowniestLivEver (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

[Chaptered Fiction]

I Need A Bad Idea, Chapter 45 by Skyson (Buffy/Giles, E)

The Bone's Prayer, Chapter 9 by mabus101 (Ensemble, multiple crossovers, M)

Thirty-ish Days (and Thirty-ish Years), Chapter 30 (complete!) by Dynapink (Buffy/Giles, T)

Protecting Harry, Chapter 45 by faewm (Xander, Joyce, Spike, Harry Potter crossover, T)

Red on Red, Chapter 12 by Empire_of_the_Words (Buffy/Angel, T)

Dawn Rising, Chapter 63 by Luna_delCielo (Ensemble, Tolkien crossover, T)

Gemini, Chapter 7 by BuildMeUpButtercup_x (Buffy/Angel, M)

Never Let Me Down Again, Chapter 9 by BuildMeUpButtercup_x (Buffy/Angel, E)

We're in this together, Chapter 5 by AnkiKind (Spike & ensemble, M)

The Stars to Hold Our Destiny, Chapter 16 by Hermione2be (Buffy, Star Trek Strange New Worlds crossover, G)

Recommencer, Chapter 12 by FridayQueen (Buffy/Faith, M)

In the Company of Witches and Slayers: Chapter 31 by VladimirHarkonnen (TheLightdancer) (Willow/Tara, E)

Highlands and Tropical Islands, Chapter 5 by QuillBard (Buffy/Faith, M)

The Engagement, Chapter 3 by ChecksAmali_23 (Buffy/Faith, not rated)

From Dancing to Dating, Chapter 4 (complete!) Bobbie23 (Giles/Jenny, T)

L.A Seems Fun (Part 2) by Enigmatist (Angel, Cordelia, Spike, Connor, not rated)

Love Lives Here, Chapter 60 by Passion4Spike (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Sorting Shenanigans, Chapter 2 by VoronaFiernan (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Afterburn: In The Dark, Chapter 9 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

What Love Looks Like, Chapter 4 by DeamonQueen (Buffy/Spike, R)

A Ripple In Time, Chapter 27 by CheekyKitten (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Something Lingers, Chapter 14 by goodbyetoyou (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Buffy's Spooky Birthday, Chapter 9 by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy/Spike, R)

Coming Through, Chapters 65-66 by hulettwyo (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

Lightning in a Bottle, Chapter 8 by violettathepiratequeen (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

The Kitten That Killed Slayers, Chapter 7 by Desicat (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

When the World Went Cold, You Were Brighter than Gold, Chapter 2 by Harlow Turner (Buffy/Spike, R)

Sweet Dreams (Or A Beautiful Nightmare), Chapter 2 by goodbyetoyou (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork: Downtime by CoffeeHunt (Angel/Spike, worksafe)

Manip: Shiver Me Timbers by honeygirl51885 (Spike, worksafe)

Cross-stitch: Leaving Sunnydale by SpuffyInStitches (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Artwork: Spike by chaotictomtom (worksafe)

Artwork: Tara doodle by eeveeights (worksafe)

Artwork: Drusilla by spikes-left-eyebrow (worksafe)

Playlist: Spike by ceruleanrainblues

Animal Crossing: My Prophecy Girl standing under Sunnydale’s town flag by 11whatsnewpussycats (Buffy, worksafe)

Fanvid: Buffy + Spike - White Flag by All Choseny

Fanvid: Buffy & Angel / Cruel Summer by darkswordfish7xx

Fanvid: Charles Gunn | Bones by genericaces

[Recs]

Video rec: "You Should Watch Buffy Season 6" by Sarah Z recced by Mr Trick

Non-fiction recs: a buffy theory reading list by devilofthepit

[Community Announcements]

Banner Poll Results and the Start of the Spring Round 2024 at

at Seasonal Spuffy

[Fandom Discussions]

what a waste that the council of watchers isn’t the ultimate big bad of buffy by isagrimorie

I am surprised anew every time I remember there are people that didn’t see the “Spike actually went to Africa to get his soul” twist coming by nicnacsnonsense

A lot of the times when I see people complaining about Buffy s6, they make it about the broader concepts that were used by nicnacsnonsense

Cordelia Chase and Anya Jenkins deserved more screentime together by takaraphoenix

“You should be with someone who can take you into the light” [Spuffy] by winterlovesong1

I'd like to see a Buffy the Vampire Slayer-type show, this time told from her mom's POV by mileenaxyz So imagine, for example, Joyce Summers... – @mileenaxyz on Tumblr

Seeing Red is on Tv right now and I just saw *that scene* again by writingfanficsfan

I am again convinced that Spike went to that demon/shaman thing to get the chip removed by writingfanficsfan

Willow the teacher by Taake

A minor thing occurred to me about The Pylea arc by Seer77887

Happy Mother's Day for Connor's three moms by Commercial-Sink8444

The deteroration of Angel’s friendship with Lorne by Eagles56

What are some less discussed character moments that you didn't see coming? by jogaforacont

Buffy, Faith, and Violent Crime (My Thoughts) by BattleFries86

I wish we could have had more of Kendra by BattleFries86

Officially a Buffy fan for life 🖤 Do you have any Buffy tattoos? by Aquarrison

Rewatching s04e19 New Moon Rising. I hate what the writers did with Oz by Zer0_T0nin

Angel 2x15 [Kate's voicemail] by gerod134

Where is the scythe (in real life) housed? Is it in a museum somewhere? by hthbellhop76

Which episode would you show someone to introduce them to the show? by themostbluejay

Vent about season 2 Buffy return by thetinybasher

Shoutout to whoever dressed Willow and Cordelia as Mario by nochorus

Why wasn't there ever a werewolf vs vampire showdown, or shindig? Maybe a hootenanny? by V48runner

Am I the only one who think Adam was the scariest villain? by Salty_Oil4130

Spike Dressed as Riley in Crush by Not_Jess369

Xander Harris is Heart Of The Scooby Gang by Commercial-Sink8444

Happy Mother's Day for Darla by Commercial-Sink8444

Happy Mother's Day for Cordelia by Commercial-Sink8444

Parallels of real life and seeing red by Vixen22213

In the HD remaster why are some shots still SD? by Smitho15

Things from the Buffyverse that are often wildly misinterpreted or misunderstood by fans? by PristineSituation498

Crew visible? by Lower-Plum706

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[enchantedlandcoffee]

Hey guys, just a small announcement.

With all the AI manips that have been circulating recently, my anxiety has really started to flare up causing my mental health to decline. Due to this, I have made the decision that I will be blocking people who are posting or spreading these. It's going to kill me to block people I consider mutuals but I really need to prioritise my mental health at this point in time.

I do love you all <3

[moirabarrie]

I wanna be your mirror sometimes. But I also need to move and sing. Sometimes, I'd like to reflect you.

(To Buffy of course)

It’s so crual and tragic how vampire are denied a reflection.

We need a reflection to grow and build a self image. That (self image) is what influence our actions, not the opposite. Vampires were doomed since the beginning. 

Reflection is a vital need, through people, who become our « relational mirrors ». Babies with no human mirror can’t develop that self image and let themselves die, we’ve seen that countless times in orphanages and hospitals (John Bowlby studies). Basically we need someone to send a message « I take care of you, you’re good » for children to believe they’re good and act good. We need that mirror so badly that even a dysfunctional mirror that reflects : « you’re a bother to me, you’re worthless», we take it, because it tells us we’re, at least, seen. 

And that’s a strong mechanism because whatever that image is, it secures us! And we feel endangered when someone attacks that image. For example, if I see myself as guilty and someone tells me « you’re not guilty, it’s not your fault » I’ll naturally avoid that person who is a danger to my self image, my safety. 

And then there’s vampires, who can’t see themselves in mirrors! Who can’t be lit by sunlight, always half in the shadows (what the light doesn’t touch is invisible). They can only rely on humans. Those humans they need to seduce, prey on and kill if they want to survive! And that distorted reflection is the only thing that could come back to them, vampires had no escape.

Astarion approves

Vampires, mirrors

Manip (mine), with pictures from BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER and BARBIE // Some popularization of John Bowlby's works (on children, disorders, attachements) // BALDUR'S GATE III