#ben barnes character fanfiction

[flightlessangelwings]

Don't Want to Fall in Love

Billy Russo x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: 8.1k

Prompt/Summary: The women in your family can gain super powers, but it comes with a catch: you have to kill the one you love. After failed attempts, you decide to put that life behind you and live a peaceful life in New York City. But everything changes when Billy Russo walks into your life.

Warnings: smut (18+ only!), violence, death, family trauma, temporary major character death, injury, feelings, reader wears Billy’s robe at one point

Notes: After having this in my WIPs for like 2 months I’m finally ready to post! This does have heavy themes to it tho so beware of the warnings before reading. But this was fun to write and I enjoyed all the symbolism I incorporated in it. Let me know what you think! Mood board by me, and I hope the darker skin pic shows in the filter cause that bottom pic just screams Billy so I really wanted to use it! 

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Sobs filled the room as you stayed glued to your mother’s side. You were young, not even a teenager yet, and you had just lost your grandmother. She was a sweet and kind woman, and you and your mother were both very close to her. Your mother held your tiny hand in her as she wiped a tear from her eye. 

“Mama?” you tugged at her arm with your little hand.

She looked down at you and you saw a brief flash of white light in her eyes and her hand felt hot for a moment. Your mother quickly regained control of herself and dropped to her knees to meet your gaze, “Everything will be ok, my dear,” she reassured you.

Even in your young age, something about her felt off, but you decided not to say anything. Instead, you turned your gaze back to the casket in the middle of the room and let yourself mourn your loss. This was the first time you had lost someone close to you, but it wouldn’t be the last. Not even the powers your mother carried within her could save those around you. In fact, they were the cause of everything you’d lost as you grew into adulthood…

You woke up with a gasp as you shot up in your bed. It took you several moments to regain your mind and remember where you were after your dream. Ever since you moved to New York City, you had dreamt of your grandmother’s funeral often, and every time it felt so real that it confused you when you first woke up. You stared at the shadowed outline of your hands before you buried your face in them as you tried to calm your racing thoughts. 

Your life wasn’t glamorous, but it was calm and peaceful and you were happy with that. You lived in a cute little apartment in the city, had a good job, pleasant neighbors and coworkers, and the exciting sights of New York. When it came to your love life, you were happy on your own. It was better that way, both for you and for anyone else, and you had no intention of bringing anyone into your life.

The pressures from your mother got to be too much for you, and although you were best friends all through your childhood and young adult years, you decided it was best that you moved away from her. You never even told her where you moved to, and you haven't kept in contact with her since you moved away. 

Her voice still echoed in your head often, especially when you dreamt of your grandmother’s funeral. Vaguely, you wondered if it was your mother’s attempt to get in contact with you, but you quickly pushed that thought out of your head. The longer you dwelled on it, the easier it would be for her to find you. 

It had been years since you had seen your mother, and thought she wanted more for you, you were happy to live a simple life in the city. A normal life suited you, and New York had a lot to offer. Oftentimes, you would try out new bars in the evenings, and you enjoyed the time with your coworkers in new corners of the city a few nights a week. 

Tonight, you were in a fun little bar with a delicious drink in your hand. You laughed with your companions as you let all your worries drift away. No problems with your mother existed, and your dark past was a distant shadow against the burning flame of the now. But, a voice next to you suddenly called your attention.

“Well hey there,” a suave, confident voice rang in your ear.

You turned over your shoulder, ready to reject any proposal on the spot, but when you were met with the darkest eyes you had ever seen, your world froze for a moment. He was the most handsome man you had ever seen in your life, and his dark eyes were framed by hair that was just as dark. Stubble lined his sharp jaw and he was tall and defined. The moment you laid eyes on him, something kindled within you that had never been awkon before.

Something within you made you drop all of your defenses and you replied with a breathy, “Hi.”

He grinned at you as he seemed to look into your soul with those deep, dark eyes, “I didn’t mean to bother you or nothin, but you’re the most beautiful woman in here, so I wanted to introduce myself,” he extended a hand to you, “Billy Russo.”

Normally, a line like that would earn a slap from you. But this time you gave him your hand and your breath hitched in your throat when his large, warm hand took yours. You gave him your name as you regained your senses, “So Billy, are you always this suave when you’re picking someone up in a bar?”

He chuckled as he looked down at where your hands were still connected, “I try.”

Your gaze followed his and you felt your skin burn with embarrassment when you realized you still held his hand, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Nah baby, you can hold me all you like,” Billy quipped back without missing a beat.

You looked back up and met his eyes once more, and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter, “I’m sorry,” you covered your mouth to try and hide your snort.

Billy joined in your laughter as he settled into the seat next to you, “Can I buy you a drink?”

You swallowed hard as you calmed yourself down again, “Sure.”

The two of you sat at the bar and talked until late into the night. All of your friends had left hours ago, and you were sure whoever was with Billy did too. You were one of the last people in the bar when you finally realized how late it was. It wasn’t often that you became so engrossed in a conversation that you lost track of the time. Yet, there was something about Billy that just drew you in.

“Well, it’s getting late…” you figgled with your empty glass.

Billy’s hand covered yours, which made you look into his eyes once more, “Wanna get out of here?” 

His smooth words and soft smile made your heart skip a beat, “Yes,” you whispered.

Though you were no stranger to hookups, it had been some time. And with the most handsome man you had ever met, you were actually a little nervous. But it was more nerves from excitement as he led you to his luxurious car and drove you to his glamorous penthouse.

The two of you didn’t even make it upstairs before the passions boiled over. The moment the elevator doors closed, the two of you lept on each other as if you would burst if you didn’t kiss each other then and there. Your tongues tangled together in a heated dance as you each swallowed the other’s moans. Billy’s taste was intoxicating, and you instantly craved more of him as you clawed at his jacket.

“Just a second baby,” his breathy voice whispered to you between kisses, “There’s cameras in here. As much as I’d love to put on a show….”

Billy was a tease, though, and his hand cupped your ass as his other dragged across your collarbone. You let out a whimper as you felt his grip tighten and his eyes bore into yours. Just as you were about to protest, the elevator dinged and the gamor of the penthouse door greeted you.

“Well let’s get this going then,” you quipped back as you dragged Billy from the elevator.

“Yes ma’am,” he grinned as he let you in.

You were awe-struck at the beauty of the luxury apartment. Even from the door, you could tell the view was spectacular. But, you would have time to adbore that later. Right now, there was only one view that you cared about. And he made quick work of getting his hands back on you as quickly as possible too.

A moan escaped your throat as Billy captured your lips with his own once more. You surrendered to him as he guided you through the apartment back into his bedroom. You didn’t even look around the place as your eyes fluttered closed and Billy became your entire world.

As the two of you shuffled through the space, you tugged and clawed at the other’s clothes piece by piece. A trail of discarded clothing led the way into Billy’s bedroom until you both reached the bed with nothing on your bodies. Time froze for a moment as you each took in the sight of the other, and you swore you heard him curse under his breath.

Both of you moved at the same time, but Billy was able to grab your hips first as he spun you around and pushed you onto his bed. You bounced as you landed on your back on the plush, silky mattress.

“Billy…”

“Shhh,” he cooed as he dropped to his knees between your legs, “I want to taste you, baby.”

Before you could even form a coherent thought, he dove in and you felt his warm tongue along your folds. You dropped your head down and your hands latched onto his hair as he swirled his tongue around you. A loud scream echoed in the room as you completely lost yourself in the ecstasy that was Billy’s tongue, and no one had worked you as well as he did.

He flicked at your clit with his tongue before he alternated between sucks and licks. Billy hit every single spot that drove you wild with such precision that you vaguely wondered if you had slept with him before. But, you also knew that if you met a man like him, you would never forget, and Billy seemed to be sure to make sure of that.

In no time, you felt the rush of heat and waves of tingles under your skin and you knew you were close. Your moans grew louder and louder as you felt your entire body tense under Billy’s expert tongue. His hands gripped onto your hips tightly and you were sure if it weren’t for his grip you would have flown off the bed.

“Billy… I…” you cried out as you came hard on his tongue. 

The slurping sound was obscene as he worked you through your climax. Your legs trembled on either side of his head as bursts of pleasure exploded within you. Your hands clamped hard on his hair as you tugged, but he didn’t care. In fact, it only spurred him on more and he kept going until you were a whimpering mess on his bed.

When he finally broke away, both of you exhaled deeply. Billy couldn’t even remember if he took a breath the entire time he devoured you with his tongue, but he didn’t care. He would gladly drown between your thighs if it meant your pleasure. He licked his lips before he wiped the rest of the evidence of your release from his chin while you calmed your breathing.

He leaned forward and hovered his body over yours on the bed as he kissed your forehead softly, “You good baby? You ain’t tapping out on me now, are you?”

You opened your eyes and found Billy’s face only inches from yours and his beauty almost took your breath away again. You quickly recovered, though, and you smirked, “Not on your life, Russo,” you teased as you wrapped your arms and legs around him.

Before Billy knew what was happening, you used all your momentum and flipped your bodies over so that he was face up on his back and you hovered over him. He looked up at you with wide eyes and you took almost as much pleasure at catching him off guard as when he was between your legs, “I like you like this.”

You leaned down and closed the gap between your faces once more and this time it was your turn to take his lips. You moaned when you tasted yourself on him, and the groan he let out vibrated between your chests. As you kissed him more deeply, you rocked your hips against his and your pussy rocked along his length.

He was big, but you also felt your own wetness drip onto him, and you used your leverage to tease him. Billy’s hands landed on your hips as he guided you along his cock, and you could tell he tried to lift you up so you would sink down on him. You wanted to tease him just a bit longer, though, and you didn’t allow him to take control again.

“Baby, please…” he breathed as his face flushed.

Fuck he looked so tempting like this, and you couldn’t tease him any longer. Carefully, you lifted your hips and reached down and grabbed his cock. You watched his face as you pumped it a few times and his mouth dropped open and his eyes shut. He looked lost in his bliss, and it gave you a satisfaction that you were the one who had this effect on him.

But whe he moaned your name, you knew he wanted, needed, more, and you lined yourself up with his cock and slowly sunk down. Both of you moaned loudly as you lowered yourself on Billy’s cock and he filled you inch by inch. 

“Fuck…”

Neither of you were sure whose voice it was, perhaps it was both of you at the same time. The moment your hips met his, and Billy was fully sheathed inside you, you propped yourself up and slowly bounced up and down. Too eager to wait, you wanted to feel his cock as deep inside you as you could, and you wanted him to hit every spot inside you that made your toes curl. And Billy had no complaints.

What started as a slow, steady pace quickly became faster and more erratic as you rocked against his body. With every drop of your hips, you felt bursts of white-hot pleasure from deep within your core, and every moan and groan from Billy told you he felt the same.

“Baby… Fuck…” Billy held your hips so tightly that you were sure you’d be sore tomorrow, but you didn’t care.

“Cum inside me,” you whispered as you bounced faster.

With a grunt through gritted teeth, Billy’s head dropped down onto the mattress and he came hard. His relapse spilled deep inside you and it sent a shiver up your spine. Just as Billy didn’t stop right away, neither did you and you kept up your harsh rhythm until your second orgasm of the night crashed through you. Moans and groans filled the room as you kept going until you physically couldn’t hold yourself up anymore and you collapsed onto him.

Billy’s arms immediately wrapped around you and he held you close as the two of you came down from your highs. You felt his cock soften inside you, but the connection was still a comfort for both of you. His heartbeat helped you calm yourself down and you closed your eyes and rested comfortably on his chest.

“Stay the night with me,” Billy whispered into your ear.

“Yes,” you answered back without a second thought.

*

With a contented sigh, you blinked your eyes open, and for a moment you forgot where you were. The bed was so comfortable you could have instantly fallen back asleep, and the smell of Billy reminded you of the events of the night before. You stretched and groaned as you forced yourself up. You were alone in the bed, but the smell of coffee told you that Billy was in the kitchen.

Not wanting to wear your clothes from the night before, you went into the bathroom and found a black silk robe that you put on before you made your way to the source of the wonderful smell. When you walked into the kitchen, Billy stood at the counter as he put the finishing touches on two cups of coffee. He wore only low hanging silk pants and you had to remind yourself to breathe as your eyes traced the lines of his body.

“Good morning,” he sound cheerful as he turned around and met your gaze. He took a moment himself to drink you in, and his brows furrowed when he noticed what you had on, “Is that my robe?”

“I didn’t want to wear what I had on last night. I’m not ready for the walk of shame just yet,” you made your way to him and sat down at the counter, “Coffee smells amazing though.”

He smirked at you as he slid you a mug, “Only the best for you,” Billy paused as he stared at you for a moment, “And I hope you’re not ashamed to walk out of here,” he added with a subtle shimmy of his shoulders.

You took a long sip before you answered, “Never,” your voice was low but you knew he heard you.

Billy took a sip himself, but he never took his eyes off of you. Even when you didn’t look in his direction, you felt those dark eyes watching your every move. A comfortable silence took over the room as neither of you felt the need to say anything.

But soon, Billy broke that silence with a question that burned within him, “Can I see you again?”

Your mind raced. You wanted to see him again, but you were also scared of the feelings that he stirred within you. Something about Billy Russo was different than anyone you had been with before, and it was terrifying. There was so much he didn’t know, and so much that you didn’t want to face. But, as your inner war waged within your mind, you noticed his face dropped, and you answered before you thought too much about it.

“Yes.”

*

“Mama, when will I get powers like you and grandma?” you asked one night as your mother tucked you into bed.

Your mother placed a soft kiss on your forehead, “I’ll tell you when you’re older, my daughter.”

As you grew up, you asked that question more and more and it wasn’t until you were sixteen that your mother finally told you the truth. She sat you down one day and told you the story of your family.

“My daughter, the women of this family were given something special. But, we have to earn it,” she told you, “We are blessed with powers beyond anything man ever thought was capable,” she formed an orb of energy in her hand and you were mesmerized with how played with it as she spoke, “But it comes with a price. In order to gain this power, we must kill the one we love the most.”

Your face dropped. Suddenly it made sense why you never met your father, or why there didn’t seem to be many men in your family. Yet, your mother didn’t seem to be bothered by it.

“So you… Dad…?”

She nodded, “Yes, I did what had to be done. And now, the mantle passes to you, my daughter.”

Everything changed in your life overnight. While everyone else around you dated for fun and enjoyed their adolescence, you had a new purpose and a much darker goal. You were unsure of the means, but you wanted nothing more than to make your mother proud and happy, so you went along with it. 

“If mom and grandma and everyone else can do it,” you told yourself, “So can I.”

You met Jack soon after that conversation, and your mother pushed you toward him after she saw you much you liked him. He was your first love, or at least you thought he was. He absolutely loved you, though. You were with him for a year when, under the guidance of your mother, you killed him. But, as much as you willed it to, it didn’t work and you never received any powers.

The guilt ate at you as you were thrust into your next relationship: Alex. But, again after two years and an engagement, that didn’t work either. Then came Sam, and although you tried your best, the ceremony failed for a third time. With every time, you felt a piece of your humanity chip away. 

It didn’t seem to bother your mother, though. “It’s alright, my daughter,” she held you tight, “We can just try again. You’ll get your time.” 

But, you couldn’t bring yourself to take another innocent life. So, for the first time in your life, you defied her. You packed your things in the middle of the night, and you snuck out before she woke up and realized you were gone. It wasn’t an easy decision for you, but you felt like it was the right thing to do. And during your time in New York, you had one night stands and quick flings, but you never let yourself get close to anyone. 

That was until Billy Russo stepped into your life.

*

You refused to admit that you were dating Billy, but at the same time you enjoyed every minute you spent with him. It wasn’t the fancy cars, classy restaurants, and expensive gifts either. It was Billy himself. The two of you had forged a connection unlike anything either of you had in your lives before. Both having been closed off to the rest of the world, the two of you found comfort in the other.

Although you never told him the secret of your family, you found that you told him more than you ever told anyone before. You had told him about the rocky relationship with your mother, save for the magical detail, and in turn he told you his own story about how he grew up.

Billy had laughed bitterly, “Baby I don’t know what it is about you, but I ain’t never told anyone this before.”

You held him close and kissed the top of his head as he rested in your lap, “I know how you feel.”

The way Billy’s dark eyes looked at you made you weak when you were normally strong. Normally, you never went on more than a couple dates with the same person, but there was something about Billy that you couldn’t let go of. And you found you didn’t want to let him go. The way he kissed you and held you made you never want to leave. And when the two of you were alone in his penthouse above the city, it truly felt like you were in the clouds…

As Billy thrust into you over and over again, your mind swam in emotions. The feeling of him so deep inside you as he filled every inch of you was unlike anything else. His strong arms held you close and you felt his heartbeat in his chest as he laid his body over yours. He engulfed you completely, and you welcome it with open arms.

Your moans flowed from your lips as Billy rested his forehead against yours while he rocked against your body. He felt so good, and you felt all of his emotions that he never put into words in his motions. As his cock hit that sweet spot within you over and over again, you felt your orgasm quickly build. And as your body burned with the intensity of your passions, you found yourself in a moment of weakness where you couldn’t deny your feelings anymore.

“Billy… I… I love you,” you moaned before your orgasm hit and you came with a loud scream.

Billy tightened his grip on you as he groaned. He thrust into you harder and faster, lost in his own mind as you came hard around him. He whispered your name over and over again until his own climax took him over and he came deep inside you. Billy kept his thrusts as long as he could as he rode out both of your orgasms until he could hold himself up anymore. 

He collapsed on top of you with a grunt, and you squealed at the sudden weight on top of you, “Billy…”

“Sorry baby,” he murmured against your skin, “You ok?”

You smiled against his hair as you buried your fingers in it, “Great,” you whispered with a soft kiss.

He was silent for several moments as the two of you caught your breaths. Your body may have been exhausted, but your mind couldn’t calm down. You couldn’t believe you actually said those three words out loud. Even more, you couldn’t believe you actually felt it for real. You made a silent promise to Billy though that he would never find out your secret; you couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.

Just when you thought Billy had fallen asleep on top of you, he broke the silence with four words whispered softly in your ear, “I love you too.” 

Oh no…

*

Being with Billy Russo was unlike anything you ever could have imagined. To actually feel love for real, and to be loved in return, was something you never considered. But now that you had it, you never wanted to let it go. He was attentive to your every need, and even when he had to be away from you due to his work at Anvil, he always made up for the lost time. 

Every time those dark eyes looked into yours, you fell more and more in love with him. Billy was your everything, and you were his.

He took you out to a fancy dinner one night after a particularly long time away, and your breath caught in your throat when you saw him emerge from his bedrrom all dressed up in his best suit. When you gasped, you caught his attention, and you saw the way his eyes burned into you as he looked you up and down.

“Looking good there baby,” he sauntered over to you and rested his hands on your hips.

“Right back at you, Billy,” you whispered as you placed your lips on his.

The kiss was soft yet it burned with passions. Billy moaned into your mouth as he parted his lips for you and wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you flush against his chest and you felt like you would erupt from how hot you burned. Your own hands roamed all over his chest before you tugged at his lapels and yanked him even closer.

Billy murmured your name against your lips and grinned against you

You moaned back and broke away from the kiss, “As much as I want to keep going, we do have a reservation to get to.”

He let out a short laugh, “We’ll continue this later then baby,” Billy placed one last kiss on your lips, “I’ll have you for dessert.”

“Billy!” you shorted as you shoved him playfully.

Dinner was the perfect reunion date at the exclusive restaurant Billy had made reservations for. Although, you did notice the way he stared at you all night as if he wanted to leap over the table and devour you then and there. It made your heart pound in your chest every time you glanced up and caught the way his dark eyes seemed to look right into your soul.

Afterwards, the two of you walked along the dock hand in hand and enjoyed the breeze that hit your faces. It was a quiet night in this part of the city, and the water of the harbor was a peaceful backdrop. You and Billy were the only ones around, and you felt safe with him. Even in the stillness, you felt at peace with his hand in yours.

But all that was about to change when a voice called your name from the shadows.

You gasped as you turned around and saw your mother come towards you with open arms. Your grip on Billy’s hand tightened as your pulse raced, though this time it wasn’t in a pleasant way.

“Mom…?” you breathed out as you tensed every muscle in your body.

Billy whispered your name in a question as he noticed the way your entire body language changed. His eyes narrowed as he immediately went on high alert. 

Your mother ignored the way you stiffened and embraced you without a care, “I’ve missed you my daughter,” she then turned her attention to Billy, who glared at her in silence, “And who is this handsome gentleman?”

“Billy Russo,” he said shortly.

“What are you doing here?” you redirected her attention away from Billy as you stepped in front of him, “How did you find me?” 

You hadn’t kept in contact with your mother in years, and you purposefully never told her where you moved to. All you wanted was a fresh start and a chance to just live a normal life away from the pressures of your family’s curse, but that seemed to not be in the cards for you.

She caressed your face in a way that made your blood boil, “You know how much I love you.”

You hated when she used that one on you as if you were still a child. It didn’t go unnoticed how she dodged the question, but you had a guess that she had honed her powers more over the years and she somehow found a way to track you down. Her grip on you tightened as her eyes landed on Billy once more, and you immediately knew the thought that popped in her head.

“Don’t…” you warned.

“Have you finally fallen in love, my daughter?” Her voice sounded light, but there was an underlying tone of venom in her words that made your skin crawl. You were sure Billy noticed it too by the way he tried to pull you from her embrace.

“Listen, this family reunion is great and all but…” he tried to interrupt, but your mother didn’t back down.

“You can finally do it then,” she cut Billy off with a shaper tone that made you both stiffen.

Billy was silent for several moments before he turned to you and asked, “Do what?” His voice hissed as he pointed his gaze at you.

Your eyes darted from your mother to Billy several times, and you knew your mother eagerly waited for you to answer yourself. With a heavy sigh you turned back to your mother and replied firmly, “No.”

“No?” she scoffed, “You don’t get a choice. This is what you are meant for. Just do it now while no one’s around!”

“Do what?” Billy repeated in a sharp tone that he had never used towards you before.

A dark smile came across your mother’s face, “My boy, she never told you about the gift that runs in our family, did she?”

Billy seethed in anger as he dropped your hand and in that moment your heart shattered. The look of betrayal on his face broke you in a way that you never thought you could be broken. Even without knowing exactly what was going on, Billy inferred enough to know that he was getting played, or at least that’s how it looked from his point of view. 

She continued, “The women in our family are blessed with power,” your mother formed a ball of energy in her hand that glowed brightly as she spoke.

“Stop, please,” your voice cracked.

 “But in order to get it, we have to kill the one we love,” her eyes turned to you and cupped your cheeks, “And my little girl finally found her love and gets her gift! With every generation, our powers grow, and she’ll be the strongest yet!”

“Enough!” you stepped forward and blocked Billy’s body from your mother, “I don’t want it, mom.”

“Yes you do. Everyone does.” Something about her tone made you shiver, like she wanted more than just for you to get your powers. 

But you couldn’t dwell on it when you heard Billy whisper your name in a low tone. You turned over your shoulder and the look on his face made your heart sink.

“You used me,” even in the dark you saw the tears that formed in the corners of his dark eyes, “After everything, you…” he spoke through gritted teeth. When you tried to reach out for him, he backed away, “Don’t touch me!”

“Billy please, let me explain!”

“Fuck off,” he yelled back, “I never want to see you again.”

He ran past you and clipped your shoulder as he left you in the darkness with your mother. She tried to use her powers to stop him, but you jumped in front of her and grabbed her wrist, “No,” you yelled, “Let him go.”

Your mother’s gaze pointed at you and for several moments she considered her next move. But, she concaided and lowered her arms, “Fine,” she spat, “We’ll have another chance. Come on, daughter. We have a lot of catching up to do. I’ve missed you.”

She rested her hand on your back as she led you away. But, you kept your gaze on where Billy’s figure disappeared for as long as you could as a single tear fell from your eyes. 

How were you going to fix this?

*

You waited a few days for Billy to cool off before you made your next move. You knew that he wouldn’t want to talk to you, but it still hurt when he didn’t try to reach out at all in that time. Carefully, you avoided your mother and made sure you weren’t followed before you made your way to Anvil one night in hopes of catching Billy there. 

“Billy?” Your voice was meek and tentative as you stood in the doorway of his office.

He looked up from his desk and immediately his face scrunched in anger, “What are you doing here?”

“I just want to talk,” you stepped closer, “Please Billy.”

“I have nothing to say to you,” his words stung, “You used me. Like everyone else in my fucking life, you never wanted me. You just wanted what you could gain from me.” The way he yelled was unlike anything you had ever heard out of Billy as he laid his emotions out on the table, “I loved you. I really fucking loved you too,” he grabbed his gun and pointed it at you, “I could just kill you instead. Make things easier.”

You didn’t even react with surprise when he pointed his gun at you. All you felt was sadness at his words, especially since you knew from his point of view that they were true. You didn’t bother to try and move or defend yourself. Instead, you took a step closer to him so that his gun pointed right at your chest.

“Go ahead then,” your voice was raw, “Shoot me,” you stared into his eyes as you faced him, “I don’t care if you do,” you scoffed, “I fucking deserve it,” you took a breath, “But I just want you to know that I do genuinely love you. And I didn’t care about any powers or anything. I’d take a normal life with you any day than a superpowered life without you. But if it makes things better, just shoot me right here and now. I won’t stop you.”

Billy’s hand trembled as he kept his gun pointed at you. You saw the conflict in his eyes as he took in your words. And the sincerity in your face was obvious that you weren’t lying. It was a stalemate, and neither of you made a move. Tears filled both of your eyes as you stared at each other and the tension in the room was palpable. 

But, the next move was decided for you.

Without warning, a crash through the window of Billy’s office broke your stalemate and a whirlwind of energy flew through the break. You recognised it immediately as your mother as you saw her launch herself at Billy, poised to attack.

You lept into action and pushed him out of the way before her energy blast hit him. The two of you landed on the floor hard and Billy’s gun flew out of his hand. Your body stayed over his to cover him and Billy looked up at you with wide eyes of disbelief. 

He whispered your name as he saw the fierce look in your eyes, “You…”

You softened your expression for a moment and looked down at him. Just as you were about to say something, you winced in pain and fell forward. Billy said your name urgently as he sat you both up. That was when he noticed you were hit, and blood soaked your shirt on your side.

“You’re hurt,” he put pressure on your wound, which made you hiss in pain. Suddenly, your argument didn’t matter anymore, and your actions spoke louder to Billy than any words could. All he wanted to do at that moment was apologize and protect you, but another voice in the room didn’t allow for that.

“Always the sentimental, my daughter,” your mother stood at the broken window. She addressed Billy, “Don’t worry, she’ll be alright. I can heal her,” she took a step towards the two of you.

Billy immediately wrapped his arms around you and shielded you, “Back the fuck off.”

Your mother just laughed, “Don’t worry, I can’t have her die yet.”

Both of you gasped and you turned toward her, “What do you mean ‘yet?’”

She gave you a fake pout as her shoulders dropped, “I guess my jig is up, huh?” your mother sighed, “You can love more than one person in your life,” she explained in an eerily calm voice, “And it turns out when you kill another family member, it makes your powers grow even more.”

Billy growled, “You would kill your own daughter? For power?”

Your mother remained nonchalant, “I killed my own mother.”

Your eyes went wide as you stared at her from Billy’s arms as you suddenly felt numb. Everything you were ever told felt like a lie. Suddenly it made sense why your mother wanted you to gain your powers so badly; she wanted them for herself. She made sure that you two were best friends while you grew up so that you loved each other, but it was all an illusion. All she cared about was her own gains, not you.

You were so lost in your emotions that you barely even noticed that your mother prepared for another attack. Billy was on alert, however, and before you even noticed the flash of energy directed at you, Billy had pushed you aside and out of harm's way. You landed on the floor again, but this time you didn’t even notice your pain as you watched Billy take the hit himself.

“Billy!” you screamed as you ran back towards him.

Your mother watched the scene with a dark smirk on her face as Billy lay limp on the floor and barely clung to life.

“Billy? Billy?” you cradled his head in your lap as his breaths became shallow. His face was scratched and his chest was covered in blood. You couldn’t stop the tears that fell as you held him close, “I’m so sorry, Billy. This is all my fault. I should never have gotten close to you.”

Billy wheezed, “Hey,” he breathed your name, “It’s ok,” his voice was weak but he repeated himself again, “It’s ok,” Billy cupped your face with his bloody hand.

“No, it’s not ok. It’s not fucking ok Billy,” you cried, “I’m so sorry.”

It took every ounce of energy Billy had left, but he reached into his pocket for his knife that he always carried on him, “Do it,” he crooked as he shoved the blade into your other hand, “Just do it.”

You gasped, “No… Billy I…”

“It has,” he gasped for air, “To be you,” Billy took another labored breath, “You can stop her.”

Time was against you as you felt the life slip away from his body. Your hand shook as you held the knife over his throat. Tears blurred your vision as you stared at Billy’s face. You knew he was right. You knew that the only way to stop your mother was if you got your powers. It meant losing Billy, but at this point there was no stopping that.

You leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Billy’s lips, “I love you, Billy. And I’m so sorry that I do.”

The moment your words left your lips, you plunged the dagger into him. Billy gasped for air as the sting of the blade shot waves of pain throughout his body. But, this pain was short lived, and within moments, he died in your arms. You sobbed uncontrollably as you held his body and whispered apologies over and over again.

Suddenly, your body glowed as you felt a rush of power through your veins. It felt as if the force of the universe flowed through you and every ounce of energy was at your disposal. Your head spun as you looked at your mother through eyes that glowed white hot. Whether it was from the sudden rush of new power or anger, you weren’t sure. All you knew was that you had to harness it quickly and use your new advantage.

“There it is,” your mother grinned widely as she harnessed her own powers, “You are more powerful than I even thought you’d be. And you’ll make me the strongest person to ever live.”

“Shut up!” you shouted as you threw a ball of energy right at her.

She dodged it and the ball of energy crashed through the other window. Your mother quickly laughed herself at you and you ran towards her without hesitation. The moment the two of you collided, another explosion of energy burst from your bodies, yet the two of you stayed locked together.

You gritted your teeth as you pushed all your energy towards her. You felt your strength start to fade, and you knew you had to act fast before she got the upper hand.

“Give it up, daughter,” she growled, “I am your mother, you can’t beat me.”

“Like fuck I can’t,” you retaliated with another push, “I’m done being your doll. You can’t control me anymore. I’m taking control now, and I’m going to kill you… for Billy!”

With that, you formed a sword out of energy and swiftly stabbed your mother right in the gut. Your mouth dropped open as a silent scream escaped her lips and her energy dropped. In a fit of rage you pulled out your energy sword and stabbed her again until she dropped to her knees.

Your mother whispered your name in a plea as she looked up at you with teary eyes. She grabbed onto you and clung as the life slowly drained from her body. As you looked down at her, you felt no remorse. She took away the one person you loved, and she spent your whole life using you for her own advantage. Any sympathy you could have held was gone the moment she turned on you.

Suddenly, you got an idea. You moved your free hand over her chest and focused all of your energy there. You weren’t even sure if this would work, but for Billy, you would try anything. You closed your eyes and imagined that you could pull the life force from your mother’s body, as if you could pull her soul out.

The delthy gasp your mother let out told you that something you did worked and you opened your eyes enough to watch the life drain from hers. “Goodbye, mom.”

The last sound she made was a croak of your name before her grip on you loosened and she dropped down to the ground. You felt a new rush as you absorbed her energy and you kept your focus until you were sure she was dead. Once all of the life was gone and her face stilled, you released your mother and all of the weight that you carried with you from her teachings seemed to let go as well. 

Once your mother’s lifeless body hit the floor, you rushed over to Billy. You dropped to your knees and hovered your hands over him. You had no idea what you were doing, but you knew you had to try. You didn’t want to lose him, and if there was a way to bring him back to you, you were determined to try.

Your hands glowed as you pushed the life force you took from your mother into his chest. You concentrated and focused all of your energy as you willed your powers to go through your hands and into him. You even pulled some of your own life force and channeled it into Billy’s body.

“Come on Billy, please,” you sobbed, “Come back to me. I need you.”

A burst of light blasted through the room as you gave it one final push. You felt the energy through your hands as you pushed it through once more until your body stopped glowing brightly. Your eyes and your hands resembled a low fire as a dim glow still emanated from them. You didn’t even notice, though, as you kept your gaze on Billy. For several long, agonizing moments, you watched his body in silence.

Until Billy suddenly gasped loudly and took a big breath in. You dropped your shoulders in relief as he coughed and took several more breaths.

“Billy!” you wrapped your arms around him and covered his body with yours.

“Ow, ow,” he winced.

You immediately pulled back, “Sorry,” you kept your hands on him and stayed as close as you could, “You’re back,” you whispered.

Through the pain, he gave you a strained smile, “I knew you could do it,” Billy took your hand in his.

You leaned forward again and embraced him, gently this time, “How?”

Billy wrapped his arms around you and held you as close as you held him, “When she said she could heal, and that you would be more powerful than anyone before.”

Truthfully, you didn’t even think about her words at the time. You were too focused on Billy and keeping him alive. And once you gained your powers, you acted purely on emotion and instinct. You weren’t even sure if it would work. Though you were more than grateful it did. 

“Let’s get out of here,” Billy groaned in your ear.

You wanted to take him to the hospital, but Billy insisted that all he needed was rest. Vaguely, you wondered if he didn’t want any questions about what happened, protecting you in the process. But luckily, you were able to use your new powers to heal him completely, and all he needed was rest for several days.

The two of you barely left his plush bed. Neither of you wanted to let the other go, both in disbelief that you were actually here and you hadn’t lost each other. Guilt still nagged at you, though, and you asked him one night, “What do we do now?”

Billy shifted in bed and cupped your chin to make you look at him, “Baby, you’re the most powerful person on the fucking planet. We can do whatever we want.”

You let out a short exasperated laugh, “I never wanted these powers, Billy,” you told him softly.

“I know that now,” the sincerity in his voice made your heart skip a beat.

You traced the scars on his face that you weren’t able to heal, “I’m so sorry.”

Billy used the leverage on your chin and pulled you in for a soft but meaningful kiss, “I love you,” he whispered against you, “And I don’t regret it.”

“I didn’t want to fall in love,” you admitted in a hushed tone, “But I do love you, Billy. And I’m just happy I still have you.”

“Baby, it’ll take a hell of a lot more to get rid of me,” Billy quipped back.

“Let’s not chance it again,” you replied, “Losing you once was enough.”

He wrapped his arms around you and held you flush against his chest. You rested your head down and listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, as if you had to remind yourself that he was truly still here. In the silence, you knew that was what Billy told you too. The two of you would have to figure things out from here, but as long as you were together, there was nothing you two couldn’t do. 

#billy russo x reader #billy russo #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x you #billy russo imagine #billy russo x y/n #billy russo story #billy russo fic #billy Russo fanfiction #ben barnes #ben barnes character #ben barnes character fanfiction #ben barnes character fic #the punisher fic #the punisher imagine #the punisher fanfiction #the punisher #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel

[angelaestheticbaby]

Soft guy

Summary: Aleksander got a little carried away in the bed, but his soft side makes up for it.

Warnings: mention of blood, very rough sex, he hurts you, aftercare, Soft!Aleks, fluff, a bit of angst, lmk if I missed one

A/N: if you're not comfortable with this kind of content please DO NOT read it! Also it's a bit short, I'm sorry

Minors do not read it. 18+ only

You and your husband; Aleks were having some sexy time. He was so rough with you tonight, rougher than usual. You tried to tell him that he was hurting you, he seem to ignore your pleas.

You tried to push him off you, he pinned your hands above your head with his free hand. When he saw that you were fighting him it seemed to make him want to be even rougher. You were afraid of what he might try to do if you kept going.

You cried out, still fighting with him. You tried to remember your safe word so he might stop.

"S-sh...shadow" you yelled out. He suddenly stopped, letting go of you and backing off as you said the safe word.

"Shadow" he looked at you worriedly, his face showing genuine concern and a bit of guilt now.

"Hey, I'm sorry" he said, coming closer to you. He tried to give you a hug. But when he moved to hug you, you flinched away, shaking, covering your body. He backed away from you, his face immediately showing guilt.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he said, "I won't touch you again" he sat down in his chair and put his head in his hands. "I'm so sorry," he said again. He looked like he wanted to cry.

You looked down at the sheets and you saw a puddle of blood. You were bleeding...From down there.

Your eyes grew wide and you tried to stand up but the pain was unbearable.

"Oh my god," the general said when he saw your reaction. "Are you hurt!? Let me come closer to look at you"

He tried to come towards you again, you couldn't tell if he was genuinely concerned about you or if he just wanted to see what he had done to you.

"Please let me help you" he said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. He seemed to care, but you knew he was also worried about what the consequences of his actions might be.

"I...why...why did you?" you tried to choke out. Your husband was always loving and caring, you didn't understand what has gotten into him.

"I don't know" he said honestly, "I just got carried away, I'm sorry. Please let me help you. I promise I'll make it up to you" he seemed genuinely regretful and remorseful, which surprised you a lot. He had always been caring and kind, this was the first time he had ever treated you this way.

You looked at the blood stained sheets and your mind started to race. "I think I'm bleeding" you said softly.

"I know you're bleeding" he said sternly. "I'm not blind. You're bleeding because I..." he trailed off, still trying to make sense of how his actions hurt you.

"Just tell me what I can do to help," he said softly, "I don't know what to say, I'm so sorry"

You could hear his voice break as he spoke to you. You couldn't believe what had happened, but the evidence was in front of both of you.

"Baby..." you voice softened at tried to reach out for his hands. He took your hand, holding it softly.

"Are you sure you want me to touch you?" he asked tentatively, "I'll do whatever you need" he looked down at your bloody sheets, his face showing genuine concern and sadness for you, which you hadn't ever seen before. He wanted to help you and make you feel better.

"It's okay Aleks. I forgive you. Just...please can you bring me a menstrual pad and some panties?" you whispered, gently stroking his cheek.

"Yes of course," he said, his voice still soft. He stood up and went out of the room to do as you asked. He returned with a clean pair of panties and a package of menstrual pads.

"Here you go," he said, handing you the items gently. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" he looked at you and brushed his fingers through your hair, trying to show that he cared. He wanted you to know that he felt sorry for hurting you.

"Can we...cuddle?" you suggested. You wanted him to know you still wanted him and his touch. He took a moment to think about your request, and then stepped closer to you.

"Yes, yes of course," he said softly and took you in his arms. He kissed you gently on the forehead, trying to show how much he loved you. Aleksander held you tightly and didn't seem to want to let go of you for anything in the world. He wanted to make you feel safe and protected.

"I'm sorry I flinched away. Just...you scared me" you mumbled softly. You hugged him close, kissing his neck.

"Shhh," he said as he hugged you. "It's okay, you don't have anything to be sorry for" he held you close, kissing the top of your head.

"I should be the one apologizing. I'm so sorry for hurting you, I never meant to. I'll be more careful next time"

You could tell he meant every word, he was genuinely sorry for hurting you. You realized that this incident had actually affected him as well.

"It's okay...Just please be careful. It really did hurt me" you whispered.

"But you know I love you, right?" you smiled at your husband.

"I love you too" he smiled softly. "I would never hurt you on purpose. It's just that...I got carried away this time. I'll be more careful next time, I promise"

He continued to hold you in his arms and kissed the top of your head again. "I'm worried about you" he said. "Are you sure you okay after what happened?"

"Yeahh just sore. I don't think I could walk" you chuckled softly.

"No, you definitely shouldn't try to walk right now" he said as he held you close to his chest. "Let me take care of you, I'm sorry I hurt you"

As the pain from the incident started to subside, it was replaced by the comfortable feeling of his arms around you. You could feel safe and protected with him, even after what had just happened.

"Hmm I love the soft Aleksander you are now. I fell in love with him" you murmured, closing your eyes.

"Well, I am a soft guy when I want to be," he said with a warm smile. He brushed your hair back and caressed your face as you sat with your eyes closed.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked quietly. You could hear the concern in his voice, he didn't want to do anything that would hurt you. But he also wanted to show how much he loved you.

"Of course my dear husband" you smiled up at him. You felt tiny compare to him even when laying down. Aleksander gently leaned in and kissed you on the lips, a soft and tender kiss that showed how much he still loved you. He held you close in his arms and ran his fingers through your hair, as if to say that everything was okay now.

This was the Aleks you knew and loved, not the man who hurt you before.

#aleksander morozova #aleksander morozova x reader #the darkling #the darkling fanfic #ben barnes #ben barnes fanfiction #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes imagine #the darkling x reader #ben barnes characters

[celestialspecial]

Billy drabble yeee. I like all the smutt-smartness, but 13 sounded most him to me 😄

“Get back down here, we’re not done yet.”

You squealed tossing the covers at your attacker. Billy growled, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a decidedly feline expression.

You felt a strong hand grasp around your ankle tugging you back onto the bed. Losing your balance and toppling onto your boyfriend who grinned as he pinned you against him.

"Let me go!" You giggled pushing against his chest, shrieking as you felt his tongue against your cheek, teeth nibbling on your earlobe. "I'm gonna be late for work!"

All your best efforts were futile as his grip only tightened, holding you flush to his bare chest. The smell of him, of the sex that coated your sheets from your past....two hours?

"Nuh-uh, not til' I've had my fill." He murmured, face pressed to your neck. You could feel the bulge underneath you, growing harder by the minute.

Leave it to Billy to be ready to go another nine rounds before work and after only one cup of coffee. The pleasurable ache between you legs almost convinced you to stay.

But....bills. Bills need money. And unfortunately your job was a part of that equation.

"You've had your fill." Flicking his nose tenderly, gaining an inch of purchase on the bed away from him.

"I'll fill you." He pulled you back realizing you were inching away.

"You already have." Smirking down at him, running your hands through his hair, tightening your fingers in the longer top strands and tugging.

His eyes drifted close at the sensation and he let out a low groan. In his moment of weakness, you kissed his forehead before pushing backwards breaking hold of his grasp.

"Hey!" He shouted as you took off for the front door, grabbing your bag in the process. "Just wait until you come home- then you'll pay for that!"

You sure hoped so, it would be the only thought getting you through the rest of your day.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo x female reader #billy russo fanfic #ben barnes character #the punisher #the punisher fanfiction #the punisher au #ben barnes #billy russo smut #billy russo drabble #drabble #punisher fanfic #writing prompt

[moonlightgrisha]

Backstory 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

You were highborn, but you barely knew it. Your mother a distant cousin of the tsaritsa. Nobody ever called you a "princess".

Your father died in the war when you were a child, and you moved to the countryside along with your mother, at another aunt's place.

You learnt the etiquette and studied your lessons, but you also fetched the water, picked up the eggs in the morning and went running in the woods with your cousins.

Staring at the night sky without falling asleep was the game you liked to play the most. There was a special feeling to the darkness of the cosmos. The city lights were far away, and you could sense the shadows all around you, like a comfortable blanket. Your cousins were sometimes scared, you were not.

You liked it there. You felt the world at your feet. It all changed when your power came to the surface.

#netflix shadow and bone #grishaverse #oc #original character #grisha rp #grisha netflix #the darkling #general kirigan #aleksander morozova #moon summoner #shadow summoner #shadow and bone fan fiction #sab fanfiction #grishaverse fanfiction #fanfiction #ben barnes #darkling x oc #russian aesthetic #grisha aesthetic #ravka #king of ravka #shadow and bone season 2 #darklingedit #darkling fanfiction

[an-angels-fury]

🌟 You Are My Destiny 🌟 - A Caspeter Playlist

A small tribute to @equixen's new fanfic "Our Hands Are Tied" 🫶

True Love - P!nk

Sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say / Sometimes I wanna slap you on your whole face / There's no one quite like you, you push all my buttons down / I know life would suck without you / At the same time I wanna hug you / I wanna wrap my hands around your neck / You're an asshole, but I love you / And you make me so mad, I ask myself / Why I'm still here? Or where could I go? / You're the only love I've ever known / But I hate you, I really hate you / So much I think it must be true love

I Found - Amber Run

And I'll use you as a warning sign / That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind / And I'll use you as a focal point / So I don't lose sight of what I want / Oh, and I found love where it wasn't supposed to be / Right in front of me / So talk some sense to me

Wicked Game (Cover) - Ursine Vulpine, Annaca

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you / It's strange what desire will make foolish people do / I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you / And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you / Oh I don't want to fall in love / Oh I don't want to fall in love with you

War of Hearts - Ruelle

I can't help but love you / Even though I try not to / I can't help but want you / I know that I would die without you

Neptune - Sleeping at Last

I'm only honest when it rains / If I time it right the thunder breaks / When I open my mouth / I wanna tell you but I don't know how / I'm only honest when it rains / An open book with a torn out page / And my inks run out / I wanna love you but I don't know how / I don't know how

Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi

So, before you go / Was there something I could've said to make your heart beat better? / If only I've known you had a storm to weather / So, before you go / Was there something I could've said to make it all stop hurting? / It kills me how your mind could make you feel so worthless

The Great War - Taylor Swift

There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair / And we will never go back to that / Bloodshed, crimson clover / Uh-uh, the worst was over / My hand was the one you reached for / All throughout the Great War / Always remember, uh-uh / We're burned for better / I vowed I would always be yours / 'Cause we survived the Great War

Who Wants to Live Forever - Queen

There's no time for us / There's no place for us / What is this thing that builds our dreams, yet slips away from us? / There's no chance for us / It's all decided for us / This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us

Arcade - Duncan Laurence

A broken heart is all that's left / I'm still fixing all the cracks / Lost a couple of pieces when / I carried it, carried it, carried home / I'm afraid of all I am / My mind feels like a foreign land / Silence ringin' inside my head / Please, carry me, carry me, carry me home / I've spent all of the love I saved / We were always a losing game / Small town boy in a big arcade / I got addicted to a losing game / Oh, all I know, all I know / Loving you is a losing game

In My Veins - Andrew Belle

Nothing goes as planned / Everything will break / People say goodbye, in their own special way / All that you rely on and all that you can fake / Will leave you in the morning but find you in the day / Oh, you're in my veins and I cannot get you out / Oh, you're all I taste at night inside of my mouth / Oh, you run away 'cause I am not what you found / Oh, you're in my veins and I cannot get you out

Dynasty - MIIA

The scar I can't reverse / The more it heals, the worse it hurts / Gave you every piece of me / No wonder it's missing / Don't know how to be so close to someone so distant / And all I gave is gone / Tumbled like it was stone / Thought we built a dynasty that Heaven couldn't shake / Thought we built a dynasty like nothing ever made / Thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break up

All I Want - Kodaline

All I want is nothing more / To hear you knocking at my door / 'Cause if I could see your face once more / I could die a happy man, I'm sure / When you said your last goodbye / I died a little bit inside / I lay in tears in bed all night / Alone, without you by my side / But if you love me / Why would you leave me?

Rewrite the Stars - Zac Efron, Zendaya

How do we rewrite the stars? / Say you were made to be mine / Nothing can keep us apart / 'Cause you are the one I was meant to find / It's up to you, and it's up to me / No can say what we get to be / Why don't we rewrite the stars / Changing the world to be ours / You know I want you / It's not a secret I try to hide / But I can't have you / We're bound to break and my hands are tied

Fire on Fire - Sam Smith

When we fight, we fight like lions / But then we love and feel the truth / We lose our minds in a city of roses / We won't abide by any rules / I don't say a word / But still you take my breath and steal the things I know / There you go, saving me from out of the cold / Fire on fire, would normally kill us / But with this much desire, together, we're winners / They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners / But don't let them ruin our beautiful rhythms / 'Cause when you unfold me and tell me you love me / And look in my eyes / You are perfection, my only direction / It's fire on fire

King and Lionheart - Of Monsters and Men

Howling ghosts, they reappear / In mountains that are stacked with fear / But you're a king and I'm a lionheart / And in the sea that's painted black / Creatures lurk below the deck / But you're a king and I'm a lionheart / As the world comes to an end / I'll be here to hold your hand / 'Cause you're my king and I'm your lionheart

Two Men in Love - The Irrepressibles

If I asked you now / Will you be my prince? / Will you lay down your armor / And be with me forever? / When you open me / All the power in me moves / How you want to see / All the depths of me real / When you open me / All the power in me moves / I feel real / I love you

Turning Page - Sleeping at Last

I've waited a hundred years / But I'd wait a million more for you / Nothing prepared me for / What the privilege of being yours would do / If I had only felt the warmth within your touch / If I had only seen how you smiled when you blushed / Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough / I would have known what I was living for all along / What I've been living for / Your love is my turning page / Only the sweetest words remain / Every kiss is a cursive line / Every touch is a redefined phrase

Saturn - Sleeping at Last

You taught me the courage of stars before you left / How light carries on endlessly even after death / With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite / How rare and beautiful it is to even exist / I couldn't help but ask / For you to say it all again / I tried to write it down / But I could never find a pen / I'd give anything to hear / You say it one more time / That the universe was made / Just to be seen by my eyes

You - Keaton Henson

If you must leave / Leave as though fire burns under your feet / If you must speak / Speak every word as though it were unique / If you must die, sweetheart / Die knowing your life was my life's best part / If you must die / Remember your life

A Time for Us - Barratt Waugh

A time for us someday there'll be / When chains are torn by courage born / Of love that's free / A time when dreams so long denied / Will flourish as we unveil / The love we now must hide / A time for us at last to see / A time worthwhile for you and me / And with our love through tears and thorns / We will endure as we pass surely / Through every storm / A time for us someday there'll be / A new world, a world of shining hope for you and me

#at first this was a caspeter playlist I was already creating since some weeks/months ago #but after reading this beautiful fanfic I thought it was a great opportunity to finally finish this little thing 😊 #also the lyrics I included in the post are specific parts that remind me the most of the characters and their journey throughout the story #the chronicles of narnia #chronicles of narnia #tcon #narnia #c.s. lewis #prince caspian #the voyage of the dawn treader #peter pevensie #caspian x #caspeter #caspian x peter #peter x caspian #william moseley #ben barnes #fanfiction #narnia fanfiction #narnia fic #playlist #fanfic playlist #my edits #made by me <3

[imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend]

All Things End, Part 9

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Fic Summary: William Thurber is left to pick up the pieces of his nightmare. Reader is a sensitive - a psychic - with knowledge of otherworldly things, and has been drawn to help William.

Characters: William Thurber, Sensitive/Psychic!Reader (F)

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: mention of near self-harm in the past, use of religious language

Masterlist ~ Part 8

(moodboard images found on Google. Please let me know if you are the creator and would like anything removed)

So, William stayed with you until the worried lines smoothed from your forehead and your breaths drew even. Once he was sure you were asleep, he went to the bathroom to finally relieve his nearly bursting bladder.  

He cleaned up your nightgown and underclothes, with pink-tinged cheeks, and put them on the dresser in the room. Back in the bathroom, he pulled the drain from the plug and wiped up the water that had spilled over the edges. There was a rather large puddle on the tiles, and it further hurt William’s heart as he thought about what you’d seen in your vision. You poor thing. He felt truly awful about the things you’d experienced because he knew exactly what you had been through.  

He hadn’t mentioned it to you, but those days back, when Pickman had dropped off a painting at his house and William looked at it after a nightmare, he almost drove his knife into his eye. Luckily, Rebecca had come down and shaken him free of the thoughts, unbeknownst to her. If only he’d been around to stop Joe and Rebecca when their minds had become infected.

William splashed water on his face and looked over his ‘new’ reflection. He realized that he did not miss the moustache. James used to tug on it when he was younger - not extremely hard, mostly out of curiosity on the thing attached to his father’s face. James had been out of that phase for a while now, but his moustache always reminded William of his son. He felt tears burning his eyes at the thought of his son. His poor, innocent boy. He’d done nothing to deserve his fate. Betrayed by the one person who was supposed to protect him all because of Pickman’s wicked paintings.

William had to brace his hand against the sink as he pressed the other one against his forehead. Pained, his body trembled as he tried to fight off his mournful tears for his son. He might not have aspired to be a father when he was trying to become an artist, but he was so happy to have a son once James was born. When James picked up his first coloured pencil, William was overjoyed. He didn’t think he’d be able to love anyone more than he had Rebecca until he held that tiny baby in his arms.  

James was the one person William was supposed to protect. Rebecca didn’t need his protection. She was strong, opinionated, and wasn’t afraid to make herself heard. William never had to fear about her. But his son, he was an innocent. William had wanted to show off the thing he had been working so hard on, and it led to his child’s death. He wondered if he could ever forgive himself. He needed proper time to mourn, but there hadn’t been any. You’d found him before he could really spiral or hurt anyone, and he had just buried his family. William hadn’t really had time to process any of it before he was working with you to try to free his soul.  

William had to splash his face with water a few more times before he felt like he could exit the bathroom. Tonight, he’d do everything he could to rid his soul of the darkness that had attached to him. Then he’d get far away from Arkham and try to start over.

He wondered where he’d go and found himself hoping you’d let him stick around. He wondered why he hoped for that... you were merely a stranger. Weren’t you? But William knew that you were wise, kind, and he saw an innocent beauty to you… and he'd only known you for a few days. He realized he wanted to know you for longer.

Who was William kidding? You'd probably move on to the next person who’d become the centre of your visions and try to help them after you were done with him. That’s what you’d been doing, ever since you’d been on your own, you’d said. What would change that after you’d helped him?

***

You felt much better when you woke up, despite having slept with soaking wet hair. The pillow was a little damp, and you wrinkled your noise before you sat up. Your hair was damp and probably unruly. But you felt good. You stretched your arms over your head and let out a big sigh.  

William was sitting at the desk and turned to look at you upon hearing you stir.

You felt cool air against your chest and realized that your robe had opened slightly. You covered yourself quickly. You weren’t fully exposed, but William had probably seen more of your cleavage than decent. You felt immense heat in your cheeks.

William looked away, probably sensing your discomfort. He got up and gestured to the table. “I went down and got breakfast.”

“What? Why?”

“You needed to sleep.” He said simply.

“But what if someone saw you and the police-”

William interrupted you. “Please, sweet girl. It’s fine. Come and eat.”

You still felt flushed, but you got out of bed and tied the robe more securely around your waist.  You ran your fingers through your hair as you walked over to sit at the little table.

It looked like William had already eaten because there was only one bowl of oatmeal on the table. You took it and appreciated the warmth from the porcelain that seeped to your chilled bones. William came over with a cup of tea, then returned with a cup of his own. He sat at the other end of the table.

You looked at him timidly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He gave you a charming little smile before he slipped his tea.

You ate in silence and when you were done, you went to the bathroom to clean your teeth. You saw that William had cleaned up the tub and floor and didn’t see your clothes. When your teeth were clean you went out to thank William for cleaning the bathroom.

“You didn’t have to clean up in there on my account. I would have done it.”

William waved his hand dismissively.  

“Or tidied up my clothes.”  

William’s cheeks flushed at that. He cleared his throat. “It’s no bother.”

“Well, thank you. I’ll change now.”

William shrugged. “But I think we’re nearly even for seeing each other indecent.” He smirked and you felt a wave of heat flush through your body.

You let out an embarrassed squeak and tried to cover it with a laugh. You went to the dresser where you had put some clothes to hide your burning face from him.

You had to splash some cold water on your face. You couldn’t get this way, not on such an important day. William was flustering you too much. Tonight, you had to face your darkest challenge yet, and you couldn’t go into it with William’s handsome face making your brain melt.

***

It had now turned to evening, and William listened intently as you had gone over the plan with him one final time before you left the inn.  

You needed to bring along all the items you had gone and gotten the day before. The salt, sage, and he had watched you fill a flask with water and say a prayer over it with your rosary in your hand. You had explained to him that it was Holy Water and could be used as a defense against evil.

You had given William his own rosary and crucifix. “I’ll need you to always keep this on your person. And when we’re trying to expel the darkness, you might have to hold it in your hands.” You showed him how you held it. Beads wrapped around your fingers; crucifix presented in front of it all in your fist. Like how he had seen you hold it when you got Pickman’s paintings to burn at the gallery.

He nodded and tucked the beads into the pocket of his trousers.

If everything went according to plan, the beasts would be unable to pass the salt line around the well. The Gateway, you called it. You would expel the darkness from William’s soul and then be able to banish everything from the beasts to the spirits back down to Hell. Then William would brick over the well as you burned sage to cleanse the area.  

Only then would William be freed of what Pickman had brought into his life.

~

Author’s Note: okay I promise, monster fighting in the next chapter!!!! I hope you guys are enjoying this! Are you yearning, yet?

Taglist

@idaofinfinity @kayhi808 @hxneywilde @happyhealthyhobbit @quellmythirst @ellooo0ooo @stressed-chaos @ashlynhasmanyhyperfixations @musicalggirl @russosafehaven @myladydarkling @ana-fortheloveofgod @makemeurvillian  

#william thurber fic #william thurber fanfic #cabinet of curiosities #netflix cabinet of curiosities #cabinet of curiosities fanfic #cabinet of curiosities: pickman's model #pickman's model #pickman's model fanfic #cabinet of curiosities: pickman's model fanfiction #pickman's model fic #guillermo del toros cabinet of curiosities #guillermo del toro's cabinet of curiosities #ben barnes character

[allegra-writes]

"Call it Magic"

Prologue: Unfitted

Billy Russo x Reader

Teen and up (for now)

Warnings: Language, brief depiction of war setting, self esteem issues. I'll be honest here, this turned out angstier than intended.

Series summary: Single dad Billy Russo doesn't feel qualified for parenthood, so he hatches a plan to get his baby girl the perfect mom. Needless to say, he isn't looking for a love match... but that's exactly what he is going to get.

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"Come on, dude! You can't do this to me…" Billy knew his case was weak, his plea a useless, unconvincing hail Mary. Frank had already made his mind up, and Billy knew he was as unmovable and unyielding as a monolith. He usually loved that about his friend, made him the most reliable business associate a man could have, but right then, he thought it was the bane of his existence. 

"No dice, Bill. You knew monday was Amy's last day, she gave you her two weeks notice a month ago" Frank's tone was stern on the other side of the line, "You also knew it was my day off, and I was taking my kids to Liberty Island today, yet you made no other arrangements or called the agency for a replacement-"

"I can't just leave Lily with anyone, you know that!"

"Yes, I do, that's why I told you to start interviewing people weeks ago, but as usual, you didn't listen to me" Not for the first time, Billy felt a pang of jealousy at his friend's firm but not angry or threatening voice, his "dad voice" that Billy, try as he might, was afraid he would never perfect. "Look, Maria loves the kid, and so do I, you know that, Bill. But we already looked her four days this week. We won't babysit for you without notice every time you fail to arrange something else. I made plans to spend time with my family today, Bill, you should do the same from time to time" 

"Frankie, wait, just-" Billy could do nothing but curse as the line went dead. 

It wasn't a matter of self awareness, Billy was man enough to admit to himself he was a selfish son of a bitch too egotistical and clueless to be a father, and that he had been abusing his much more experienced and fitted friend (and his family's) kindness. But that was exactly it, he wasn’t suited to be a father, especially to a little girl as sensitive as his Lily, his sweet baby who didn't deserve all the suffering she had to go through at such a young age, didn't deserve to be as traumatized as she had been… He had often wondered if he had made the right choice, taking her for himself, denying her the chance to maybe, just maybe, fall into the hands of a nice, normal family like Frank's, but so far his little girl seemed cursed as him by the Russo luck, and all he had been able to think as the social worker explained her situation to him was that no child of his would grow up in the system. No, Billy Russo was going to give his daughter the best childhood money could buy.

Only lately, it had started to look like money wouldn't be enough. Amy had been a great help, she had, and Billy wasn't sure how he was going to cope without her, she had been the only one to get his shy, quiet baby out of her shell, but still, the girl only took care of Lily during the day. Between his daughter's night terrors and his own fears waking him up in the middle of the night, demanding him to check to make sure his baby girl was safely tucked in her crib, he hardly even got to sleep anymore. Not to mention sex was nothing but a distant memory now, bar hoping and hook ups were not something he could spend his nights doing anymore. All in all, Billy thought he was entitled to a child free day or two. A day to focus solely on Anvil or, heck, on himself. A day he wasn’t daddy, a day he could be just Billy again. 

He was about to learn the dangers of getting exactly what you wished for, as he turned back around after Frank had hung up on him, to find his two year old daughter gone.

Never in his entire life, having walked through hell and back, having fought in two different wars, having found himself trapped behind enemy lines, pinned down by enemy fire with no back up, no escape plan, watching his team fall one by one like flies while a hail of bullets rained on him, had he felt such debilitating, bone wrecking, marrow deep fear as in that moment he realized Lily wasn't there anymore. And he wasn't a fatalistic man, he was cold blooded and calculating, he was logical, he was a fucking first lieutenant for the United States of fucking America, God dammit, but in five seconds a thousand horrible, horrifying, nauseating worst case scenarios flashed through his adrenaline fuelled brain and his baby was so small, so precious, so fragile, so fucking helpless and he knew, he knew better than anyone the awful, fucked up things bad people could do to children and he'd eat led before letting anything like that happen to his baby. 

In five seconds flat he had already visually scanned the cafeteria, so he knew Lily wasn't anywhere in the open space. Less than a handful of companies had access to the 39th floor lounge, so anyone in or out needed to have his badge scanned, which meant anyone in or out could be easily identified, and the fact that it was his company the one in charge of the air tight security there in Fisk Tower… Well, let's just say if anyone took his daughter, they would not be able to take her very far. He was already dialing his head of security number -it was time saving that it coincidentally was the last person he had spoken to- when he heard it. It was muffled by the distance and glass, but the sound was so rare and so precious, he could have recognized it anywhere: Lily's laughter. 

There, about twenty yards away from where he was standing, inside the wood paneled walls of the posh coffee shop dominating the patio, his timid, almost mute baby girl was laughing, loud and uproarious, babbling away at the woman holding her in her arms as if they were long time friends. 

If Billy Russo had believed in souls, he would have recognized the way his knees went weak as the moment his returned to his body when he saw his daughter, safe and happy and in no danger of any kind. He would have realized that was exactly what took control of his body as his legs carried him on their, seemingly, own accord through the patio and into the high end Cafe. If he had believed in destiny, he would have identified the fatidical moment his dark eyes met the woman's holding his daughter for what it was. 

But he didn't, so he chalked up the way his heart skipped a beat to adrenaline and the peculiar, fluttering feeling in his stomach to stress related heartburn.

"Papa!" Lily made grabby hands for him, almost throwing herself off the stranger's arms, as soon as she saw him, but her big, so uncharacteristic smile was still firmly in place on her little face, and she appeared unharmed. Billy told himself that was the only reason he didn't strangled the woman holding her immediately on sight. 

"Mister Russo?" Well, at least she had the good sense to appeared abashed, cheeks darkening with embarrassment, maybe even fear, as she took in the frantic, worried look in his eyes and dishelved state. "Y-you're Lily's father?" 

Billy didn't reply, couldn't reply through the knot in his throat, as he took his daughter from her in a way probably a little more forceful than necessary. 

"I'm sorry, is everything alright, Mister Russo?"

"Stay away from my daughter!" He barked, startling both the woman and Lily, whose face instantly scrunched up in displeasure, lovely smile gone, eyes filling with tears in front of him, because of him.

God, he was such a shitty parent! 

It was too much for him after so much tension, especially as he realized every eye in the store was starting at him, probably judging him after witnessing how he had left his daughter alone, lost her and then made her cry. 

After witnessing what a failure of a father he was. 

Feeling his own eyes fill with moisture, he turned around and left without a word, before those people could see him make an even bigger fool of himself. 

To be continued...

This fic is dedicated to @marvelmusing and her amazing CEO!Billy fics and edits that were a big inspiration for this version of Billy, and to @ammarantas because her darklina florist x tattoo artist au kept me awake in the middle of the night, picturing how Billy would have reacted had he been in Aleksander's place and I just couldn't shake it off until, well, this happened.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo x you #billy russo imagine #billy russo fanfiction #ben barnes #ben barnes characters #the punisher #netflix #marvel #mcu #marvel fluff #kid fic

[delos-mio]

I have seen a few of the submissions for @littleferal ‘s Iron Chef writing challenge (see prompt below), and I love the idea. I think it’s such a clever and fun way to get the creative juices flowing! Thanks for putting this on and for the inspo. Most of the entries I’ve seen have been Pedro characters…so I hope it’s ok I’m deviating from that! Anyways, here’s a little self-indulgent Logan drabble for anyone interested!

As always, it’s 18+. And spicy-adjacent heh

Please enjoy and if you wanna tap in, check out all the challenge details here 💕

… … …

The house was eerily quiet when you came home from work. Not even the tv was turned on for background noise. You let your keys clang loudly into the ceramic dish on the counter.

“Logan?”

But no response came. The last thing he texted you this afternoon was about him leaving work early after yet another row with William. Which begged the question…where was Logan?

You continued down the hallway toward the master bedroom. Finally, you picked out just the faintest murmur of classical music. So, he was home after all. You kicked your heels haphazardly into the closet and silently pushed open the door to the en-suite. There he was, eyes closed, breathing slowly in the glow of candlelight surrounding the bathtub. Amber permeated the air creating a scent that was so distinctly Logan; you couldn’t help but smile. You perched carefully on the edge of the bath and dipped your fingers into the warm water, swirling little tides near Logan.

“She’s home,” he drawled, not opening his eyes. “I was worried I wasn’t going to get to see you all lathered up in my lap.”

“Who says you’re still going to?” You chuckled, flicking a bit of water at Logan’s face. He cringed but smiled, finally opening his dark eyes to bore into yours.

“Get in here,” he said firmly. It was the tone that commanded obedience, and damn him, you fell for it every time.

You attempted to make quick work of your skirt, but you heard Logan tutting. He had adjusted so his arms stretched out along the rim of the tub, a smug demonstration that he was going to enjoy the show. “Slower,” he purred. You tried to indulge him, and slowly shimmied out of your skirt, letting it pool at your ankles before stepping out of it. Your hands went to your collar, trying to move too quickly again. “Slower, baby.” His voice was reverent, almost pleading. And how could you deny him a little teasing? You popped the buttons of your blouse one at a time, fingers lingering too long on your skin, tracing your cleavage. One of Logan’s hands disappeared below the surface of the water, his breathing high in his chest. “Goddamn, I can’t wait to have you around my cock.”

“The way you flirt is shameless,” you teased with a fond roll of your eyes. But if you were being honest, Logan’s bluntness and filthy mouth were two of the things you loved most about him. Once naked, you stepped carefully into the bath, Logan offering his free hand to help steady you before settling you in his lap, his arousal gracelessly pressing into your thigh.

“Missed you today,” he whispered into the skin of your neck.

“Missed you too.” You brought your hand to his chest, softly tracing circles into his damp skin. He kissed along your shoulder, hands restless under the water as he explored your shape for the millionth time, but he treated each time like the first.

#Logan delos #westworld #logan delos x reader #ben barnes #logan x reader #logan delos fanfiction #westworld fanfic #ben barnes character #masterlist #lissie's iron chef #writers’ iron chef 4

[basicallyawoodnymph]

Shadow and bone (show) is the riverdale of fantasy.

#fucking straight up bro #bad writing #bad adaptation #fanfiction with a netflix budget #lowk bad casting on most of the characters #looking at you ben barnes #shadow and bone #shadow and bone season 2 #shadow and bone series

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

doctor who but i've never watched it

and so it begins again. the people asked for it. the people got it. i will ensure the people regret it.

i have never watched this show, or seen an edit, but i am a thorough researcher and i feel that i've got the essence of it.

this is what i have gathered. academicians worldwide take note.

Firstly, so I don't anger anyone, I accept and acknowledge that the tardis is blue and not yellow. My misinformation was from a Drarry fanfiction, and I had hitherto regarded Drarry fanfiction as the absolute truth.

There are doctors, and there are at least fifteen of them. At least two of them are David Tennant, which I can respect.

I'm not sure why the doctors are doctors, because I can find no trace of any medical procedure except for one doctor who licks things, which he learned from the previous doctor. If this is sufficient reason, I apologise for doubting their credentials.

On the other hand, if they are doctors thanks to a postdoctoral degree, this is also fine, though I have never seen anyone study anything. There is however a doctor, and there were people upset about her, but the fandom pointed out she set the tardis on fire, which is apparently a very doctor thing to do. Setting things on fire is absolutely something any research scholar would love, so again, apologies for doubting their credentials.

At least one doctor is gay. It is probably one of the David doctors, which checks out. He says someone, I think a dentist, is hot. I envy the maybe-dentist.

A t least one doctor is trans. I was unable to find them. But they exist. Oh yes, the fandom assures me they exist.

David Tennant as well as Ncuti Gatwa were fanboys, first of the show, and second of David Tennant, and thus they got into acting. Just a fun tidbit from me, since I am now the authority on this fandom.

There are time machines with which the doctors have sex by piloting them, which is questionable because the time machines are only partially sentient. I am not sure if the time machines are the tardis. But the tardis is blue, and not yellow, of that I am certain.

There was a stage play. Or maybe that was a metaphor for the production budget of the early seasons. I am not sure, but toddler David Tennant watched it. I assume no one took a 3 year old to a stage play, so through scientific deduction, it must have been a metaphor.

At some point, Death is an agony aunt and they have to spill secrets to it, or drown in a lake of human skulls. Who is this they? It's so obvious that the fandom sees no need to explain it, and neither do I. I do know it though. Of that you may remain certain.

A David doctor has a niece and she likes being his niece.

A David doctor has a best friend named Donna. He kisses her head. She supports his fruitiness. It is wholesome. It killed him when he lost her.

Slight tangent, but younger David doctor looks like Andrew Garfield. Current David in photos does give Ben Barnes energy. Any Wolfstar shippers, I believe you've found the Wolfstar kid. It is David Tennant.

A lot of people are David Tennant. A reliable Pinterest post on Doctor Who, clearly well researched, gave me the statistic that 15% of Doctor Who is David Tennant. From the amount of David Tennant that I ran across in my research, I don't understand it but I don't doubt it, either.

Speaking of Andrew Garfield, he in involved in this somehow. I am not sure how, but you cannot escape Andrew Garfield. He is even a part of fandoms he never acted in.

There is an individual named Catherine, I think she is the actress, but she could be a character. She seems to have much less knowledge about Doctor Who lore than I do. David Tennant finds it funny. Maybe he would find me funny, too.

The doctors installed some things in the tardis, from a wheelchair ramp to a jukebox. I don't know why a jukebox was needed. If I'm honest I don't know what a jukebox is. I don't know what the tardis is. But it is blue, and not yellow.

There is a French catchphrase.

Something happens in Wales. I don't know what it is, but something always seems to be happening in Wales in these fandoms, so I don't doubt it.

There is an old Doctor Who in a wheelchair, and he is happy to see a David doctor.

They go around in space, and do things. Who is this they? You and I both know the answer, so we needn't talk about it.

The show intro is "doo wee doo".

There is an alien who is not a mouse, the alien is The Meep, and uses the definite article as pronouns. David doctor is supportive of this, which is very good.

I found baby Yoda in the show, but apparently they call it a 'goblin' there, and someone doesn't like it.

There is a lot to do with time. There is a time hole, and things happen, and people die and are resurrected. There is danger, but it is fun.

They have CGI, and it is not good, which is the best thing about it. Who is they? Please stop asking me. It is rather obvious and something I definitely know.

Someone's boyfriend dies and the boyfriend is then resurrected but then gets lost with his boyfriend but then is reincarnated as a girl who would still call herself the someone's boyfriend but then she is replaced by the boyfriend but he's different now. I apologise for any errors that have crept it, but the tardis is blue and not yellow.

Someone named Martha is a doctor, and someone is very proud of her for it.

The eleventh and twelfth doctors like bow ties.

David Tennant wants to be ginger. David Tennant always gets what he wants. Who can refuse David Tennant? David Tennant is then ginger.

A David doctor gets a happy ending.

Someone yelled at Neil Gaiman about this. It was a mistake. He said that since it had already been done, he wouldn't want to give David's character a happy ending in S3, that would be a trifle unoriginal.

A lesson to be learned, Good Omens fandom, just a bit of advice from your son, do not yell at Neil Gaiman, it does not go well. Rumour has it he murdered the people who complained about him always wearing black. Of course, there is the fact that he doesn't exist, but that doesn't seem to have stopped him.

The doctors manifest in the previous doctor's clothes, which is apparently so last season. The tardis also manifests. I don't know where, or how. But it is blue, and not yellow.

I know, there was a lot of lore, so many of you thought I wouldn't be able to gather it all. But look how much research I did! I've got it better than maybe-actress-maybe-character Catherine, I'm sure :"]

Anyway, all the major plot points are covered above, so anyone who hasn't watched Doctor Who, feel free to refer to this and impress your Whovian friends with your knowledge! [not to be judgemental, but what a dreadfully Dr Seuss name, I rather like it]

#doctor who #doctor who lore #doctor who lore summary #dw fandom #doctor who explained #i thought it would be badly #but i think not #doctor who accurately explained #i did so much more research for this than for good omens #i even used pinterest! #good omens mascot #now explaining doctor who at your nearby tumblr #hiding behind a dumpster in case the fandom comes for me #good omens fandom #protect me please #wolfstar #david tennant #10th doctor #9th doctor #11th doctor #12th doctor #13th doctor #14th doctor #15th doctor #look internet parents i can count! #ncuti gatwa #whovian #neil gaiman #and his alleged murders #wolfstar child

[sotwk]

I was wondering who are your fancasts for your headcanon world?

<33

Hiiii Quickie! @quickslvxrr

Am I right in guessing that your question was prompted by my reblog of your reblog of Charlie Hunnam's gif set? XD

Because if so, I will just say that I am very excited to have selected Charlie as my fancast for Théodred of Rohan! (Excited because I hope to start writing chapters of my Eomer x OC fic soon, which actually co-stars dear Théodred.)

I have a growing fancast list for the SotWK AU! I still need to get around to making an official and complete list, but since you seem curious, here is majority of what I have so far.

Apart from Reader Insert stories I write in response to requests, all fics and characters I create are grounded in the SotWK AU, so these characters exist consistently across and crossover between my stories.

SotWK AU Fancast List (a work in progress)

The Royal Family of the Woodland Realm

Elvenking Thranduil - Lee Pace

Elvenqueen Maereth - Jennifer Connelly

Crown Prince Mirion - Henry Cavill

Prince Turhir - Sam Heughan

Prince Arvellas - Rupert Friend 

Prince Gelir - Sam Claflin

Prince Legolas - Orlando Bloom

Crown Princess Itarildë  - Teresa Palmer

(later Crown) Prince Aranion - Bradley James

Princess Anariel- Gabriella Wilde 

Elvenking Oropher - Jason Isaacs

Greenwood Elves

Darthol (Gelir's birth-mate) - Dan Stevens

Olondir (cousin of the Thranduilions) - Jake Gyllenhaal

Rivendell Elves

Elrond - Hugo Weaving

Celebrían - Connie Nielsen 

Nimeithel (oc cousin of Celebrían & mother of Itarildë) - Rebecca Ferguson

Elladan - Richard Madden

Elrohir - Sebastian Stan

Silmarillion / First Age Ancestors

Glorfindel - ???? -still searching!-

Elemírë (oc wife of Glorfindel & sister of Elenwë) - Vanessa Kirby

Maglor/Kanafinwë - Ben Barnes

Velcálë (oc wife of Maglor) - Zendaya Coleman

Círdan the Shipwright - Iain Glen

Eäriel (oc wife of Círdan) - Olivia Hussey

Eärondir (oc son of Círdan & father of Maereth) - Alexander Skarsgard  

Laurinwen (oc mother of Maereth) - Lily Collins

Dwarves / Line of Durin

Durin III, King of Khazad-dûm- Hugh Jackman 

Frerin, son of Thrain - Gerard Butler

Gondorians

Aerdis (oc love interest of Boromir) - Freida Pinto 

Anarlas (brother of Aerdis) - Oscar Isaac

Imrahil, Prince of Dol Amroth - Eric Bana

Ivriniel - Isabella Rossellini

Finduilas - Monica Bellucci

Erchirion - Adam Driver

Lothíriel - Gal Gadot

Rohirrim

Théodred - Charlie Hunnam

Signyr (oc shield-maiden & Éomer's love interest) - Katheryn Winnick

Léodor (oc in Éomer's Éored) - Chris Hemsworth

Héothain (oc in Éomer's Éored) - Will Poulter

Haradrim

to be revealed OC - Pedro Pascal

YUP. I almost didn't want to insert that little spoiler of my upcoming fic, but I'm just too excited about fancasting the widely adored Pedro Pascal in my AU. It will be one heck of a character, too! I am SO VERY excited to create Harad OCs (Pedro's will be the main one)!

Thank you for the Ask! Although this list is still messy and incomplete, answering it puts me one step closer to getting an official fancast list done! :)

Just tagging people whom I think/hope might be interested in this:

@hobbitwrangler @scyllas-revenge @ass-deep-in-demons @emmanuellececchi @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @konartiste @hippodameia @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @achromaticerebus @aduialel @asianbutnotjapanese @entishramblings @heilith @ladyweaslette @laneynoir @quillofspirit @stormchaser819 @g-m-kaye @mirra-kan @alwayssevvy @marsharmonicorchestra @laurfilijames @coopsgirl @jane0error @jezzibee @lathalea @cuarthol

Other useful links:

Introduction to SotWK

SotWK HC Masterlist

Fanfiction Masterlist

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[v-o-i-d-e-d]

Request rules and Character list

Hi! Welcome to my blog!

~here are a few rules~

I don't write:

non-con

anything to do with piss

large age gaps/ageplay

smut for characters under 18

crossover au

Fanfiction of real people

mlm relationships (it's not my place to write what I haven't experienced)

Incest (this includes anything to do with stepsiblings and stepparents)

Please don't:

harass me about my writing/schedule

critique my writing without permission

repost my writing (reblogging is okay and encouraged)

Characters/fandoms I write for:

Titanic (1997)~

Jack Dawson

Rose DeWitt Bukater

OUAT~

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Peter Pan

Henry Mills

Supernatural~

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Gabriel

Marvel~

Loki

Thor

Doctor Strange

Tony Stark

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Natasha Romanoff

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Peter Parker (All three of them)

Wade Wilson

Wolverine

Peter Maximoff (Pietro only by request if I feel like it. I don't like him that much)

Star Wars~

Han Solo

Luke Skywalker

Leia Organa

Rey Skywalker (Argue with the wall)

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Poe Dameron

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Ashoka Tano

Din Djarin

Cassian Andor

Jyn Erso

Star Trek (The JJ Abrams version)~

James Kirk

Spock

Pavel Chekov

Dr. Leonard McCoy

Khan

House M.D.~

Gregory House

Allison Cameron

Robert Chase

Doctor Who~

10th Doctor

11th Doctor

Amy Pond

Clara Oswald

River Song

The Hunger Games~

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mellark

Finnick Odair

Haymitch Abernathy

Young Coriolanus Snow (don't start with me)

Johanna Mason

Harry Potter~

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Hermione Granger

Remus Lupin (Mauraders and Golden Era)

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

My Babysitter's a Vampire~

Benny Weir

Ethan Morgan

Rory Keaner

Erica Jones

Sarah Fox

Top Gun/Maverick~

Pete Mitchell

Bradley Bradshaw

Jake Seresin

Gilmore Girls~

Lorelai Gilmore

Rory Gilmore

Jess Mariano

Miscellaneous~

Indiana Jones

Yancy

Wilford Warfstache

Darkiplier

Marty McFly

Ferris Bueller

Cameron Frye

Malcolm Bright/Whitly

~this is just a preliminary line up and more characters will be added~

All my works will use feminine descriptors and pronouns unless specified in the request. Feel free to send in a request and I'll be sure to get to it as quick as I can!

#titanic #jack dawson x reader #Rose Dawson x reader #OUAT #Pater pan x reader #top gun fanfiction #markiplier egos #wilfordmotherlovingwarfstache #marty mcfly x reader #indiana jones x reader #ferris bueller's day off #bradley bradshaw x reader #Harry Potter x reader #Doctor Who #house m.d. #star trek x reader #spock x reader #Star Wars #obi wan x reader #Marvel #tony stark #kate bishop #gilmore girls #jess mariano x reader #Supernatural #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #prodigal son #malcolm bright x reader #malcolm whitly x reader

[gracescor3]

Hello, my name is Grace and I am a fanfiction writer. I am new to writing and I kind of enjoy it when I have time to do it.

The Umbrella academy

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Viktor Hargreeves (Platonic)

Five Hargreeves (NO SMUT)

Klaus x Dave

Alison Hargreeves (Platonic)

Ben Hargreeves (Any season)

Marvel

Tony Stark’s daughter x Character

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson (Platonic)

Loki x Mobius (No smut)

Stucky

Sam Wilson (Platonic)

Rebelde (Translated in English)

Andi Agosti

Rebelde x you

Other Characters I write for

Micheal Bryce (Ryan Reynolds)

Nolan Booth (Ryan Reynolds)

Adult!Adam Reed (Ryan Reynolds)

Courtland Gentry!Six (Ryan Gosling)

Lloyd Hansen (Chris Evans)

Steve Kemp (Sebastian Stan)

Jack Sparrow (Johnny depp) (NO SMUT)

Ledger!Joker (Heath Ledger)

AUs I write for (So far)

Mafia!Stucky

Dark!Stucky

SD/SDBF!Stucky

SDBF!Bucky

Secret Relationship!Any character listed

Secret admire!Any character listed

Avengers!Bucky/Steve

Tattoo Artist!Bucky/Steve

Rape ; Underage Sex ; Piss ; Scat ; Being used as human bathroom ; Abusive Bucky/Steve/Any Character unless it’s past abuse from someone else; Pedophilia ; Pederast ; Blood Related Incest ; Suicide ; Self Harm ; (More may be added)

My request are open!

Please be 18+ only on certain posts others can be 16+ (I will put warnings)

#steve kemp x reader #mafia! stucky #jack sparrow x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barns x reader #hargreeves siblings #lloyd hansen #courtland gentry #adam reed #nolan booth #michael Bryce #ledger!joker #andi agosti #rebelde #sam wilson #stucky #lokius #thor odinson #loki laufesyon x reader #step dads bestfriend #secret relationship #bucky barnes #tony starks daughter

[celestialspecial]

Such Sharp Teeth

I needed to write a werewolf fic again, so many other writers i follow have been putting out bomb content so i had to join in <3

Writers notes: It's not true abo dynamics- some elements are featured but it doesn't follow truly, it is reader insert but MC's name is Aurora-

also go read @becauseicantthinkwritings Objects in Motion, hooooly shittt

Warnings: 18+themes, graphic descriptions of body transformation, insinuated non con elements, reader digression advised :)

All you could feel was the cool air on your skin, blowing through your hair as the moon glowed overhead. You felt strong, powerful. It was exhilarating and freeing all at once. The beauty of the forest surrounding you as the sharp ribbons of silver moonlight cut in shards through the trees.

You could taste the air, smell bread being baked from miles away, hear people talking and animals scurrying away from you. The forest floor rose up time and again to meet your feet, every sensation heightened. It was a beautiful thing more often than not, but tonight was different. Tonight there was a sense of desperation inside of you.

A tinge of fear, footfalls echoing behind you, they were far but yet still so close. Too close for comfort. Howls rang out and you knew that you'd never escape keeping pace like this. Your breath grew ragged, no longer deep inhalations but tortured puffs. 

You could see your breath in the air before you and then you felt the pain surging through your body. Bones breaking, tissue tearing, muscles unraveling only to be knit back together in another form. You wanted to cry out at the pain but it’d only alert them to your location and that was far too dangerous. 

You could taste blood and feel tufts of fur spring up along your spine as it twisted and mangled its shape into something new. Your eyes blurred as you felt the bones in your face collapsing and extending, ears rising up and canines lengthening in your still too small mouth.

The next time your foot hit the ground it was no longer a foot, but a paw. The squelching sound of mud making contact with the pads of it. You had been running fast but now the speed was unparalleled. Heavy panting as you pushed yourself to the brink of exhaustion.

You still had miles to go but the howling was far off in the distance growing further away and that’s how you liked it. How it’d need to be for as long as it took you to figure out the next step.

The covers you woke up in were caked in mud, it crunched as you shifted in the bed, pattering to the floor surely creating a mess. You groaned stretching your arms overhead, human arms, the muscles sore and aching from how far you’d run last night. 

Even the edges of your feet and tips of your ears felt taut with tension and soreness. Rubbing a hand over your face, coming away with more dirt.

“Shit.”

“Shit is right, look at the state of this room.” A friendly face poked her head in through the doorway. She was tall, elegant limbs covered in a chunky sweater and leggings. Dark brown hair pulled up into a messy bun, light hazel eyes filled with a touch of mischief.

“I’m sorry, Celeste. I promise I’ll clean everything up.” She moved over to the side of the bed, holding a mug of something that smelled heavenly. Gesturing for you to take it, the heat seeping into the palms of your tired hands.

“I’m not worried about it. Here, drink. You need something to warm your bones.” You nodded taking a long drawn out sip. The liquid was chocolatey with a medicinal hint that washed over your tongue and seemed to heat your insides up almost immediately. 

“It should help with well…everything.” She gave a half hearted smile, shrugging one shoulder up, before adjusting the edge of her sweater. “You came a very long way.” You finished the drink, setting the mug into the side table next to you. The warmth began to leech into your bones finally and you felt immensely grateful for Celeste and her healing abilities. 

“I couldn’t stay. I had to…I just-time was running out.” The reassuring smile gave way to an earnest look of sympathy.

“They can kill you for this.” You swallowed thickly, all too aware of the dangers you had put yourself in. The odds hadn't been in your favor but you had to take a chance, to get away from home. Home. It felt a sham to even call it that. 

“I know. And I’m beyond grateful you letting me stay here the night but I promise I’ll be out of your hair soon.” Celeste made a waving gesture in the air, dismissing your words.

“Don’t be ridiculous, stay as long as you need.” The kindness created a fist in your throat, you’d been friends for years, writing letters back and forth since visiting often wasn’t allowed.

Rival pack members weren’t allowed to associate with one another more than their Alphas permitted.

You bit the inside of your cheek in an attempt to shove down the hatred and anger you felt for your pack. To call them such a thing felt like a crime in and of itself. They were horrible and controlling, to think of yourself free from them felt exciting and terrifying. 

“You could get in trouble.” You nearly whispered, even though no one was around to hear. She brushed off the notion.

“We’ll figure out a place for you to stay in the meantime. Has it started?” You gave a brief nod, not wanting to talk about it. The temperature of your skin, the cramping, that undeniable ache that shook you to your core. Like your body was no longer your own. It was infuriating and deliciously tortuous.

“Then in a few days when it’s over we can figure out what to do from there.”

“Your brother is gonna kill you.” 

“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.”

“Speak for yourself.” Celeste only gave you a smirk before squeezing your shoulder in a comforting fashion.

“Alright up, I need to change these sheets. A dirty dog rolled all over in them.”

That night felt like hell, a worse cycle than you’d ever had before. The winges of pain and agony ached through your system. It felt like your body had been tossed into a blazing fire.

In fact that sounded much better than what you felt now. Heats were different for every pack member but you couldn’t recall a time when you wished you were unconscious instead of enduring it.

You had needed to get away from your town, your pack before this happened. Before you were tied to the worst man you’d ever had the displeasure of knowing.

You were his property in his mind and the idea of you turning him down, running away rather than accepting his forced mating had surely sent him into a rage. 

Maybe your body knew what had been coming and was throwing a fit in rebellion even now that you were in safe territory or maybe the strain and stress of escaping and being on the run had done you in.

Either way no matter how many cold showers you took, how many naps your forced yourself into, how many times your own hands attempted to hit their mark, it wasn’t enough.

Celeste had left a hearty brew of tea for you that was supposed to help, you’d chugged the whole thing down to the shock of your friend and still nothing. Or maybe it had helped and this was the edge being taken off.

Being hit by a bus felt less excruciating than this. 

You somehow managed to fall asleep and when you woke your mouth felt dry, the familiar ache between your legs remained unsatisfied.

You wanted to tear the pillows on the bed to pieces, watching the feathers explode and drift down around you as your screamed into the frigid air. 

You couldn’t even keep the window open for fear of Celeste's male pack members smelling you and paying an uninvited visit. Tipping off her brother that you were here, potentially getting her in loads of trouble.

Your fingers itched to tear open the window and taste the cold November breeze. Your nails scratched gouges in the white paint on the window sill as you stared longingly out at the frost bitten garden. 

A soft knock came at the door, seeing your friend slipping into the room with another pot of strong smelling tea. Celeste sat the tea down on the side table, noting your frustrating posture by the window.

“I’m sorry, I know exactly how you feel.” 

“I hate it.” It sounded like a whine, maybe it was but at this point you didn’t care. 

“I have to go out and run some errands in town but I promise it won’t be long. Drink the rest of this, I put something in it to help your frazzled nerves and maybe even get you to sleep.”

The thought of sleeping another 48 hours and waking up normal again sounded so enticing. 

“Thank you.” You crawled into bed staring out the window imagining running freely through the forest, only this time not away from something but towards something better.

Something that felt intangible right now. Tossing back a long swig from the tea pot and letting your eyes shutter close for however long they’d allow.

The hours crawled by and you felt yourself somewhere in a slumber and waking titration. Eventually you could see the sun was lower in the sky, mid to late afternoon maybe?

Your body groaned in revolt as you got up from the bed, joints creaking and popping, clasping the now empty teapot in your hands.

You could feel the sweat dripping down your brow, swiping at it, rubbing at your eyes anything to avoid feeling how warm your whole body felt.

Celeste hadn’t come home yet and you managed to scrub the pot clean, place it in the drying rack and wash a dish or two more. Just to feel useful for once.

Wanting to be the least invasive houseguest as you could, moving over to where the washroom was and folding some of the sheets spilling out of the dryer. The small menial tasks actually helped contain the disjointed feeling your body was experiencing.

The sound of a key being inserted into the side door, unlocking and closing alerted your ears that Celeste was home. You felt too tired and pained to call out to her, instead waiting to see her face pop around the corner, but it didn’t. 

Footsteps echoed across the wooden floor and sounds of bags being dropped onto the kitchen island, accompanied by the soft sound of items, perhaps fruit, falling out and rolling along the granite. Then you smelled it.

The most intoxicating scent that had ever graced your nose. It was pine trees and fresh crisp air, like looking up into the night sky on a winter evening. It had a bite at first that smoothed into a warm rich earthy quality. There was even a hint of spice, it overtook every one of your senses, like you’d been bathed in it.

This wasn’t Celeste. 

Your ears strained to listen to anything this visitor was doing, whoever it was they had a key. Fuck. Celeste hadn’t told anyone you were here. Your muscles tensed, noticing all sounds from the kitchen had ceased.

Attempting to pad as quietly as you could out of the washroom, venturing a quick look into the kitchen. Sure enough there were grocery bags with oranges spilling out onto the island but no one around.

Silence.

If you could just sneak to the back door, you could see it from your point of view. One quick leap and you’d be gone and able to shift and disappear into the fast approaching night.

One step, then another. You were always known for being quiet in your pack, able to sneak up on any prey. This was no different.

Another few steps and you’d be home free. You felt the cool wooden floor kiss the tips of your toes before the strongest force you’d ever felt knocked you from your feet.

Your legs barely touched the ground before your back was slammed into the nearest wall, tauntingly so close to the back door. Large strong hands held you in place, your shoulders pinned against the drywall.

The scent you’d smelled before consumed you, your traitorous body arching against the wall towards the source.

“Who are you?” The voice was deep, a hint of gravel. Male. You felt your vision clearing from your head smacking against the hard surface to see sure enough a large man in front of you.

He was tall, towering over you, lean and athletic, muscles strained under his white shirt, corded along his forearms down to his hands that stilled you.

You felt the anxious pull to look down, to not meet his eyes. The undeniable mark of an alpha, it irked you to no end. Taking a steadying breath you fought your body, looking up into his face.

He was handsome, carved from rock and earth and dusted with something you couldn’t quite place. 

Dark brown hair that fell across his forehead, the sides were closely cropped but the rest hung longer, down to eyes that were such a deep brown you could lose yourself in them easily.

You could only imagine how radiant they’d look, flecks of gold catching the light when he smiled, but right now they were cold, calculating. The air caught in your throat, a choking noise all you could muster.

Your arms flexed against the wall, knowing you couldn’t escape but dying to, begging to. His nostrils flared, you watched the pupils in his eyes dilate, consuming the already deep brown gazing back at you. His fingers gripped you tighter.

“I said…who are you? Why are you in my sisters house?” 

“I…I.” Your brain couldn’t form words, not now. The scent of him, the feel of his touch against your heated skin, you could feel dampness spreading between your legs, the slow ache building inside your body clawing to get out.

Your inner wolf was barely continued under your skin, a popping sensation in your ears, the room felt like it was spinning.

It was like he could sense everything going on in your body, the way his eyes roamed ravenously over your flushed skin, his fingers flexing against your arms, the intensity of his gaze.

It was a split second but you could feel his face pressed into the crook of your shoulder, hear him inhale you deeply. Groaning as he exhaled, there would be bruises on your body where he gripped you so tightly.

You couldn’t hide the gasp that left your lips feeling his hips pressed against your own, his arousal evident. You felt your hands reaching for his back and his grip lessened enough to let you, your nails scraping against his muscled back through his shirt.

The noise he made rumbled in his chest, you could nearly feel it reverberating through your own body. The scratch of stubble scraping against the soft skin of your neck as he breathed deeply the scent of your heat and your legs yearned to be wrapped around his waist and carried to the nearest flat surface.

A bed, the couch, the floor-

“Hey, HEY!” You felt his hands fall from your arms as another voice rang through the room.

Celeste was wedging herself between the two of you, arms out protectively in front of you. “Billy! What the fuck are you doing here?!”

The man before you took a step back, his eyes were still pitch black, his chest heaving, fingers clenching and unclenching as if testing that they were truly not holding you anymore. 

“Celeste. You know this woman?” 

“I do! This is Aurora, she’s-she's my friend.” His eyes narrowed on you.

“I don’t recall ever being introduced to her before.”

Celeste glanced worriedly between the two of us, I nodded at her, the most encouragement I could offer at the moment.

“She’s…uh…. She left her pack.” His eyes widened a touch, lips parting, taking a solid deep breath before looking back at Celeste.

“Celeste….” His words were a warning, tinged with anger, frustration, concern…

“I know! But she needed to get out of there, they were gonna force her to mate with a homicidal maniac of an alpha!”

“An alpha?” His tone was harsh and abrupt, rubbing the bridge of his noise, lines forming on his brow. “Jesus Christ, Celeste. Do you know how dangerous this is? To us? To the pack?”

“Forced Mating, Billy! That’s barbaric!” He sighed, leaning back against the kitchen counter, running a hand through his already mussed hair. 

“It is. I know that as much as you, but some packs…still participate in the old ways…” his words weren’t convincing anyone, you could see it in the strained expression on his face.

You drew a steady breath , hesitantly pushing away from the wall you had just been pinned to. You missed the feeling of heat from his body being so close to yours already.

“I…I can leave. No. I think I should, Celeste, he’s right. This is dangerous you guys can get in a lot of trouble hiding a rival pack member. If you were to get caught it could be…it could be bad.” 

Billy and Celeste both were looking back at you, you could see the similarities between the two. The dark hair and long lean stature, Billy’s eyes were significantly darker, but they shared similar noses and mannerisms. How they stood, staring you down, intimidating and beautiful.  

“Rory…where would you go?” Your friend sounded so incredibly sad, it broke your heart. “Plus it’s not safe…”

“Once my cycle is over, I’ll leave.” Billy watched you with the focus of a pack leader and in the way only a wolf could. At the mention of your heat you noticed how his nostrils flared, chest rising into a territorial puff. “I’ll find somewhere to go.” 

Celeste walked over to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you into a hug. You held her tightly, the overwhelming feeling of fear and frustration from your body and emotions beginning to take a tighter hold of you. 

“Wait.” A deep sigh came from where Billy stood. “We can figure…something out. Until you have a safe place to go.” His dark eyes were no longer black orbs but the brown had returned, a softness, and something else danced across them as he spoke to you.

“But-“ he raised a finger, the look of admonishment towards his younger sibling. “Do NOT let anyone else know she’s here until I say, and make sure she stays in the house until... well until it’s safe.” 

You watched as he gathered his keys from the island, turning to walk across the kitchen, his heavy motorcycle boots louder than they had felt before, followed by the sound of the door closing behind him.

You knew what you had seen in his eyes, because you could feel it just as deeply. Longing. And something just below the surface, barely concealed but there nonetheless.

#billy russo #ben barnes #the punisher #billy russo x reader #billy russo x female reader #billy russo fanfic #the punisher fanfiction #ben barnes character #the punisher au #Alpha!Billyrusso #Alpha!BillyRusso #werewolf #werewolf fanfic #a/b/o dynamics #punisher au

[that-sweet-thief]

just finished binge-watching season 2 of shadow and bone. my thoughts are mostly in disarray but the cringe is real.

this was an off-paced, haphazard fanfiction. it'd be just fine if the writers weren't paid for it but they actually are, so it's just... wow. I'm at best mediocre when writing in english and i reckon even i would do a better job of writing dialogue.

anyway, here's a list of my thoughts on the show, though it's more of a word vomit than a comprehensive series review:

no ivan or fedyor. immediate downvote for that alone. ivan should've survived so we could have a heartbreaking moment between him and fedyor across the two sides of the battlefield. i guess they thought there were too many characters and couples to juggle already. or maybe the actors weren't available, who knows.

costume design took a surprising turn for the worse: for example, nina's and zoya's dresses were eyesores. how anyone could make these two very attractive women look that frumpy i've no idea but they've managed. i liked sankta neyar's costume, sturmhond's coat aaand that's about it.

the settings were more varied, so glad we've seen a little of bhez ju. the introductory map-to-location shots were very helpful for people who haven't read the books, namely my gf who fell asleep halfway through the show. also, if the music had any tracks that weren't already from the first season i'll be incredibly surprised, it's that repetitive.

they've messed up nikolai as a character mainly because the actor misunderstood his assignment, though i don't know what else he could've done with the mess he was given. while he's still sympathetic, lovely and witty, paddy's nikolai thinks of sturmhond as just another disguise, rather than who he really is, to the point of gifting said disguise to mal. that's irreconcilable with my understanding of nikolai, whose real mask is the bastard prince.

tamar & tolya were better realised than expected. along with the exclusion of the soldat sol cult, their zealotry's scrapped which is a big win for them. i enjoyed their scenes, great casting too. though, as an ardent kanej fan, i cannot in good conscience support the blink-and-you'll-miss-it tolya/inej moment. tamar/nadia had maybe a minute of screen time but better than nothing.

sankta neyar was a pleasant surprise, great idea to show how powerful durasts can also be. people often disregard materialki so this was refreshing. what i liked about her is how formal, collected, old-fashioned she both appeared and acted, as if her manners and speech style were leftover from a few centuries ago, kudos to her actor tuyen do.

the crows' arc was... lacking in some way. maybe it's because pekka rollins' attitude towards kaz and his group is very different than how it was established in the books, here he was way too proactive and less secure in his position in ketterdam for some reason; anyway rollins' framing of the crows felt off to me.

the crows' character dynamics are interesting and the saving grace of the show, all kanej and wesper scenes were great. seriously, the tension of kanej & cuteness of wesper nearly destroyed me.

they did helnik dirty, of course, but that was a given.

freddy carter outperformed everyone this season, i really think out of all of them he's given the best performance, sometimes even better than ben barnes and that's practically heresy coming from me, his devoted fan since ages ago when i first saw narnia.

i kinda dig that they brought in a tidemaker (fruszi) who's practically an early version of zoya for the darkling's side but her death felt cheap. i mean, the crows arriving to help out nikolai and his team at the very last second was already eye roll inducing, but then nikolai shoots her in the neck? cheap. also, if she and zoya came to face off that'd be interesting since they share so many similarities. i personally don't think it will but if the series continued along with the darkling's canon resurrection, i wish she'd lived and replaced elizaveta, she certainly seemed devoted enough.

david and genya made me cry. that's all i have to say on them.

baghra... where do i even start with her? baghra's nonchalance, her one-eighty about deciding to help alina find more amplifiers is stark raving bonkers imho. yet at least most of her scenes weren't as bad as they could've been, her proving to mal he was the firebird and her saving genya as well as alina actually came across better than the ultra passive, constantly berating version in the books. her death felt less dramatic but more spiteful, though aleksander's reaction to her death was appropriately heartbreaking. ben & zoe sold it so well, my eyes actually welled up.

speaking of sasha, his death is soooo badly executed, it's impossible not to be pissed off at the way they filmed it. even the books were more sympathetic to his demise and alina herself showed much more empathy for him at the end. it's genuinely disturbing how they framed it, makes alina seem more like a villain than the reluctant hero she used to be. i guess it fits with the surprise ending: how she kinda becomes what she sought to destroy, poetic irony and all, but still...

aleksander's whole arc this season makes him seem more desperate and pathetic and so, less of a tyrant: he doesn't even take control of the country or more than a small group of grisha let alone become tsar, instead the apparat rules over ravka on behalf of the lantsovs till nikolai is coronated. he and his people constantly lose to some clever last minute thwarting by alina's allies. the only thing scary about him is the nichevo'ya, the shadow monsters, which in the books are entirely under his control and that of course makes it all the more terrifying. here though, sick and tired and dying, he's merely desperate and fearful. the lack of wins on aleksandr's part really defeats the purpose of the writers' continuous attempts at making him simply the most terrible, horrifying and supreme villain of gregverse.

nope, can't get over it, aleksander practically died in her arms in the books, here she just looks down at him like she's the villain. i guess she now is. oh and mal's retort to sasha about dying in her arms was somehow a foreshadowing, see, but sasha doesn't get that because he's evil, see? gosh, so patronising.

since they've constantly emphasised this season how it was the fold's and thus sasha's fault that grisha were persecuted (not that this explains the ceaseless mistreatment, endangerment and more often death that grisha face everywhere they go, of course, nor does it explain his backstory) i gathered they'd go for a retcon but i didn't imagine they'd exonerate baghra, the apparat and tie the border wars with shu han and fjerda to the fold's existence entirely. the reason the war broke out in the first place was because those countries' fundamental approach to grisha was to kill them or worse. that is what grisha persecution meant. and now... what, the war is over, just like that? i have no words.

also, the exclusion of the "don't let me be alone" line. now that I think about it, those writers should be fed to nichevo'ya.

alina, alina, alina... sure, she's a self-insert, so her motivations don't make sense anyway, but as sweet as jessie is and how hard she tries, show!alina is now an equally awful mess as book!alina. the two things i liked about her this season were her manipulation attempt through the tether and the ending where she goes a bit darkling. the latter, i really like. i wrote a fragment of a power reversal fic before but never put it up, might just do that now.

i'll admit: it's rather funny how mal dumps alina after losing his amplification because he doesn't feel the same way anymore. he doesn't know if it was him being an amplifier that made them love one another. see how easily he turns away from alina? if i were aleksander, I'd be laughing at her from the grave.

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone spoilers #season 2 shadow and bone #season 2 spoilers #the grisha trilogy #book spoilers #siege and storm spoilers #ruin and rising spoilers #kind of a review #kind of a rant #mostly word vomit #grishaverse #pro darkling #anti baghra #make it make sense #at least the ending is better #aside from the way aleksander dies #anti s&b writers

[author-a-holmes]

10 Fandoms, 10 Characters

Thank you for the tag @morby

No rules attached to this one so I guess, just go for my faves (Without duplicating a fandom)... I feel like this is going to highlight at least one of my "types" but I guess I've outed myself on that front before rofl.

Tagging forward, with no pressure, to; @faelanvance, @cwritesfiction, @theunboundwriter, @arigalefantasynovels, @acertainmoshke, @avrablake, @ashen-crest, @sleepyowlwrites, @tisiphonewolfe, and anyone else who wants to play! <3

So, without further ado, my Favorite Characters in some of my favourite fandoms, in NO SPECIFIC ORDER...

One

Fandom; Doctor Who. Character; Doctor Who, Tenth Incarnation

David Tennant's run as The Doctor was my favourite. It was a magical combination of a phenomenal actor, a brilliant "companion", and A+ writing team, but it made me fall in love with the character as a whole. Smart, Intellligent, Alien, but also Vulnerable, and ineffably Human.

Two

Fandom; Marvel Cinematic Universe. Character; Tony Stark

And I do mean "Tony Stark", not "Iron Man". Don't get me wrong, Iron Man is cool, and is definitely my favourite Avenger, but it's because it's Tony Stark inside the suit. It's the intelligence of the character that, again, captivates me and as a writer I see so much potential there. If I wasn't so busy with my own writing projects I'd be very tempted to jump back into fandom again just to have a play with Tony Stark's possibilities.

Three

Fandom; Sherlock Holmes. Character; Sherlock

This one had to make the list considering my pen name! I've loved many of the Holmes adaptions, and but there's something specifically about Benedict Cumberbatch's Holmes where you can just see that brilliant mind ticking away behind his eyes.

Four

Fandom; The Mentalist Character; Patrick Jane

I thought the whole Mentalist story was phenomenal, and the backstory for the character of Patrick Jane, genuis. I also love how much Jane is aware that usually he's the smartest person in the room, but is also painfully aware when he's not.

Five

Fandom; Vincenzo Character; Vincenzo Cassano aka Park Joo-hyung

This is a newer addition to my list, and I've only seen the series once so my memory may be a little shaky, but this was another highly intelligent character. A little vicious, a little violent, but at heart also a good person, and I fell a little in love with the character every episode.

And now, let me pivot into my second "type"...

Six

Fandom; Lord of the Rings Character; Strider aka Aragorn son of Arathorn

The OG Fandom Fave, Lord of the Rings got me into fanfiction. I began my online writing career by writing a "10th Walker" fanfiction that never saw the light of day, because I've always found Arwen's character very frustrating. Then the films were released, and the rest is history. But give me Strider over the polished King Aragorn any day!

Seven

Fandom; Shadow and Bone (Netflix) Character; General Aleksander Kirigan aka The Darkling aka Aleksander Morozova

This one is a little more specific because I haven't read the books, so I have ZERO idea how accurate the series is to the original material, but Ben Barnes, specifically, as the Darkling is all my favourite things mixed up into one character. Smart, Intelligent, Damaged, Rough around the edges, In dire need of saving from himself. He's got it all.

Eight

Fandom; The 100 Character; Prince Roan of Azgeda

Another character that I feel had wasted potential! I think they could have done so much MORE with this character but, much like Shadow and Bone, I've not read the books! So it's possible Prince Roan had a bigger, better, for fulfilling part there than the TV Series.

Nine

Fandom; The Witcher Character; Geralt of Rivia

Look. I've loved Geralt forever. I loved him in the CDProjecktRed games. I bought the books, and loved him there, and then Henry Cavill went and made the 100% hands down perfect Geralt on screen. What more can I say?

Ten

Fandom; The Vampire Diaries/The Originals Character; Klaus Mikaelson

Is there a better example of a morally grey character? Not one I've found, to be honest. Klaus has a freaking tragic backstory, and it's completely twisted his worldview. Does he need a good smack upside he head to teach him that his methods are fucked? Absolutely. Does that make me love him any less? Absolutely not!

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