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I am still thinking about What Are You Doing Here, my recently completed post S2 apocalypse/smut/comedy fic, and so I have done a summary via gifs. Totally 100% accurate.

And then they lived happily ever after, the end.

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An Easily Avoidable Accident (But I Needed it so Bad)

Sub!Nick Miller x Black!Fem!Reader

I do write with Black Women in mind, but my fics can be read by any woman.

AN: Thank you to my friends that helped me with this fic! It means so much to me and I am so grateful for your generosity! I truly hope you all enjoy this final product!

MDNI // Rating: Explicit // WC 3.8k // Warnings: light Sub!Dom vibes, mild exhibition kink, biting, marking, thing for sounds, extra light hand kink // masterlist

Nick and You had the entire loft to yourselves.

That meant you two had time for anything. No prying eyes and no need to be quiet or fear of being caught by anyone.

Naturally, that meant they had a no pants day.

Nick could free ball it in his boxers and you could wear that little tank top you liked to sleep in and walk around in your underwear.

“I’m pretty sure you were a man in your past life.” Nick joked as you excitedly shimmied out of your sweats and threw them on the other side of the couch.

“There is nothing wrong with me wanting to do this as bad as you! This is normal for all human beings!” You defended yourself with a huff.

“Yes, lots of people enjoy wearing less clothes at home, but you are excited about it in a man way. I can’t explain how, I’m just saying. . . It takes one to know one.”

You smushed his face with a hand and walked past him to the kitchen.

“Fuck you,” you playfully scoffed, “what do you want for breakfast?”

The rest of the day was pleasantly uneventful. As the day went by and the evening wined down, Nick had put his loose sweats back on.

They were old, thin, and ratty. He definitely could not wear them in public anymore.

“You might as well just not wear any pants.” You smiled at him, more out of shock than anything else. You weren’t sure what to think about such a horrible piece of clothing.

“They’re house pants!”

“Your dick is right there!” You yelled back. “It’s like if boxers came in pants size!”

He threw a pillow at you and you threw one back before he wrestled you onto the couch.

Excitement aside.

He was in his favorite spot on the couch, but in an even better way! He could prop his legs up and lean back as comfortable as he wanted to be.

He was a fucking king on his throne and he couldn’t be happier.

You were still walking around in your skimpy underwear and tank top.

He would have wanted you to go throw some pants before the guys come back, but hopefully it was one of those nights where they all found some women to hook up with and stay the night, or just fuck off somewhere.

Instead, he was too comfortable with your ass on his lap and you laying the opposite way on top of him, on your stomach, typing away on your laptop and shifting a hoard of papers to and fro, taking the moment of spare time to get ahead on some work while he lazily watched the game.

Or at least tied to.

God bless them, but he didn’t give a fuck about the Lions and who they were playing.

On any other given day he would have, but it’s hard to remember his love for sports when your hips keep sliding back and forth on him whenever you sit up real quick to get a better look at a paper, your hips pushed forward, right over his dick. Once you finally highlight or read whatever you were trying to read carefully, your hips moved back toward his chest and over his dick once again, leaving him to think of nothing but of how sexy you were.

It wasn’t hard to imagine a more intimate setting.

Hell, even at this moment.

You two in this loft alone, on this very couch in this very moment, naked for no one but God to see, you riding him just like this giving him no choice but to take whatever you gave him.

He brought a hand to his mouth and bit his finger, hard. Willing himself to stay still and not thrust his hips up onto your clothed pussy.

He needed a distraction, but football wasn’t working. You moving your hips and shuffling every five minutes wasn’t working either. Why were you suddenly moving your hips up and down on him like that?.

You slid your hips forward before sighing in frustration and moving them back until his dick was crushed under the weight of your stomach.

Were you trying to kill him? Did you somehow not notice his growing erection?

You sat up, quickly dragging your hips forward, again! But this time it wasn’t where he needed it. This time he needed you on his cock, desperately at that.

“Nick, you okay?” You turned your head back, putting down a paper. The movement causes you to push your glasses back on your nose.

Fuck, you were cute. He hoped you ran out of your contacts forever.

He cleared his throat and rubbed at his chest to hide the sound of his moan.

“Nick?”

“Y—yeah.. yeah I’m good. . “ he managed to mumble out.

Solid cover dumbass.

He couldn’t help going back to the thought of you both naked. You turning around to look at him with a different look on your face.

“You got so tense all of a sudden.” You continued before turning around back to your work. “And I know you don’t care about the Lions losing, so I wanted to make sure it wasn’t anything serious.”

“N…no.”

Oh, he was just making it worse, but you were a bigger dumbass than him, apparently. He says it lovingly, but how did you not know?!?!? Were you that into your work?

“Well, just let me know if anything changes.”

You give a quick wink before you turn around, and he moans.

His hips cant up with such force you bounce up and back down on him, and he couldn’t stop the whimper in time.

He covered his face, letting the sounds come out.

“Nick?” Your voice was in a fucking panic and it was embarrassing to say the least.

You try to move but he quickly grasps your hips. His nails are almost digging into your skin.

“Nonodontmove!” He slurs, his voice rising at a higher octave that makes you throb. “Stay,” he was panting now, his chest rising and falling as you put your hands over his,” please,” he openly whined, not holding back or caring anymore,” stay.”

Oh fuck…

You licked your lips and fought against the panic. “Yeah?”

“Can you just wait a little bit longer for me? I Promise to do something as soon as i'm done.”

“Okay,” he licked his lips, his eyes growing full and watery in such a way you wanted to hold your breath.

He looked at you with such adoration and emotion you swore you would die if you didn't look away. They were softer now, much softer. He looked more calm. A stranger to how desperate and wild they were seconds ago, but you weren't fooled.

No, there was a deeper, more sinister side to this yearning gaze.

While he saved putting his heart on his sleeve for rare tender moments, it was also a fucking weapon. A weapon created for your own demise. You fought the urge to give in, to throw her papers aside and everything she’s been working on to give him whatever he wanted.

But you couldn't. No matter how bad you needed it, you couldn’t.

You were emailing back and forth with a client and Xaiviar was cc’d on it as well. He was the lead lawyer on a case and you were helping him with it. The client was about to drop the case altogether, but you managed to find some evidence that would ensure the jury was siding in her favor.

If she was patient and held out, she would get everything she deserved and the bastard that hurt her could pay.

You just needed some fucking time!

Nick found a documentary about gorillas.

Nice!

As much as he loved them and tried to bring up the essay he wrote on them one morning after doing a bunch of mystery pills that he took one night, he could care less about them right now. He loved you just a tiny bit more.

He bit his lip and tried to let his better nature take hold of him.

Nick's hands were gliding across your skin. Smoothing and kneading the plump flesh of your thighs before coming up to rest at your hips for while, but it didn’t last. He soon became antsy, needing to touch you.

Hoping that just the feel of you in his hands would be enough to distract him from how hard he was. That it wouldn’t make anything worse for him.

But it was making it worse for you.

You could hardly concentrate.

After rediscovering every curve and dip of your body. Every scar, bump, and blemish of your smooth supple skin. It always held a subtle glow, bringing attention to your more than lovely over and undertones. He wanted to put you on display so everyone could see this much of your skin.

The world deserve to know how beautiful your skin was. How beautiful you were.

He decided to test puting his hands on your thighs to see if that would help. His fingers gently graze against your inner thighs. Going up and up until he was too close to your center, daring not to get too close, and moving them back towards your knee. He couldn't stop.

It was mindless action, hypnotizing even.

“Nick,” your tone was bitter in your mouth, sounding harsh to your owne ears, “stop it.”

You snapped around to face him with a glare.

Where these emotions were coming from was a mystery to you, but the foreign feeling twisted your stomach with anticipation.

Nick's eyes were half lidded and struggling to stay open. He gurgled out a moan, the action making him cover his face with his hands.

“Nick. . .” You absentmindedly licked your lips, “let me see your face.”

Nick's chest had been moving up and down erratically since you turned around. His soft pants spurred you on.

Your mind was racing with what to possibly say or do next.

Nick slowly placed his hands on his chest, rubbing at it in circles with his left hand. A sign that usually meant he was anxious.

Every part of him was strained in concentration towards you as if the mere thought of looking away would hurt too much. His eyes were dark, wet, and needy.

Your mouth fell open in a silent o, and you ground your hips down in one fluid motion causing you both to moan.

You both were so fucked.

A wave of something was washing over you. It crashed and crashed against your entire being and the anxiety bubbled in fear of it taking you under, whatever this was. The foreign lightning of it all cracked and crackled in your veins.

Your laptop quipped out a short sound. Then, and only then, you notice how quiet the room was.

You momentarily turned, checking the message in your email.

Dear Ms, I am sorry for getting so indecisive at such a crucial time in the case. Everything has just been so stressful. I wanted it all to be over as quickly as possible, adn i got in the way of you adn your firm doing the job that I, myself hired you to do. I am so terribly sorry. I would liek to see this man put behind bars for good or worse.

Thank you again for everything. I leave my fate in your hands.

Thank, God!

You said a quick prayer, and emailed your client back, making sure to cc Xaiviar.

You closed your laptop and shuffled your papers back into a bifold, tossing them along the further end of the couch, but not so far that they’d fall.

Keeping your position, you turned slightly, moving Nicks shirt up as high as it could go. You eyed his chest, the wide expanse of hair there you’ve obsessed over from time to time, the happy trail that was also a favorite of yours.

Nick’s body moved with the flow of your hand.

“Please,” his voice was higher and strained as stuttered the words out, “please, I’ll be so good please. Just please.”

You ground your hips on his, masking are you were positioned in just the right spot. The feeling of him through your underwear just felt to good. Your movements were slow and steady. Just enough to drive you both crazy, but not nearly enough for either of you.

The anticipation of it was thrilling. Your heads grew headier and headier with each sound he made. With every stutter, pant, and moan he made

The door clicked and you both froze.

“What pray tell is going on in here?” A voice boomed.

Nick cleared his throat and put his hands in a more casual position at your waist. Squeezing lightly just to keep you still.

“Hey, Coach.” It came out gravely but natural.

You were surprised, thinking about how he sounded like he was going to explode just a few moments earlier.

“Don’t, “hey Coach me. You weirdo.” He scoffed. “Go have sex in your room like the rest of us! Just because you're having sex with the same girl every night doesn’t make it okay to play exhibitionist!”

“Nick and his girl is doing what!” Winston slammed the door. “That’s disgusting!”

“Mhmm.” Coach sassily added.

“Oh. My. God.” Nick covered his face with his hands.

Needless to say. All the sexual tension was sucked out of the room. Sitting like this on Nick‘’a lap was starting to make you feel overexposed and awkward.

He reached over and stretched to pull the blanket usually strown accross the couch to cover your body with. You silently thanked him, and avoided looking Coach or Winston in the eye.

“You,” Coach pointed at you,” I am very disappointed in.”

“But, Ernie—“ you pouted.

“—No!” He interrupted. “No Earnie! From now on you call me Coach just like everyone else!”

“Bu—“

“No buts! You have to earn your way back up to calling me my name! “ he shook his head at you with so much disgust it felt absurd.

He was really mad at you. . .

“Now you two go to your room and think about what you did!”

“Mh mh mh.” Winston shook his head with an equal amount of distaste.

Needless to say you both retreated into Nick's room for a very awkward and short walk of shame.

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“Please. . . Oh, wait. . . Fuck.” Nick moaned before whimpering out your name.

You made him cum with your hand twice, then three times with your mouth, and one more time after that because you just couldn’t help yourself.

His hands were gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles were white.

You had your hands braced against his chest and you slowly sat on his cock. He was stretching you wide with how thick he was. In this new position, it felt even thicker, making it harder than normal.

“Please,” his voice several octaves higher, letting you know just how close he was. “Let me help. Let me touch you.” He strained out before gritting his teeth.

“I.. got it.” You had to fight your instinct to tense your whole body once you had finally taken all of him in. He was so big and thick you could just feel him pressing against your spot already, making you breathless in the process.

You massaged his chest. Starting with his shoulders, and moving down to his pecs. You squeezed them, reveling in the feeling of his pliant flesh in your hands. In another time or setting you would have liked to bend down and suck on one. Biting and relishing the feeling is him in your mouth, so hard he’d bruise for weeks, fading until stray marks of your teeth were implanted into his skin.

Keeping your hands there for balance, you slowly rose up until only his tip was inside before grinding down slowly until all of him was inside of you again.

“Your doing so good baby.”

His cock twitched inside of you at the praise, making your mouth fall open in a silent moan.

You quickened your pace ever so lightly. Nick’s hands fisting the sheets. Each one spurred you on further, filling you with an unbearable heat. It seers through every pore of your body. Opening up every space of your skin, consuming every part of Nick as possible.

His whines, his pants, and his moans. The way his skin turned an angry red all over. Proudly displaying the evidence that you both were on fire.

“Touch me” You moaned softly.

He was on you in an instant. He pushed himself up by his elbows. His hands, his massive warm hands roamed every inch of your skin. Burning you in their haste to feel your waist, the expense of your back, and the peaks of your breast. He pulled, squeezed, and tweaked them until you had to push his hands away.

“Not nice is it?” He huffed in your face with a short laugh. The warmth of his breath mingled with yours. Where his began and yours stopped was indistinguishable as you both panted in the sliver of space between one another.

He leaned in for a kiss, and you pulled your head back slightly out of his reach with similar amusement.

“I never gave you permission to kiss me.”

His eyes grew wide and blown out. His brown irises drowned in the pools of his pupils as he looked at you with such reverence.

He quickly pivoted and moved to mouthing at your neck, biting you hard as he whined into your flesh.

“You're such a good boy Nick,” his hips thrust up into yours, hard. “Oh, you're so so good.” He did it again this time before squeezing his fingers into you. His nails were sure to leave little moons into your skin for weeks.

You laughed. It was breath, trained, and cruel.

“Ah, ah, ah,” You grabbed his hair tightly, pulling his mouth off of you. “I wanna hear you baby. I thought you were my good boy?”

“I am! I am, please!” He whimpered into your skin, keeping his head underneath your chin, his mouth open and close to you. Because if he couldn’t keep his mouth on you, he’d find a way to get as close to it as possible without disobeying you.

“You gotta let me hear every sound that comes out of your mouth baby, okay?”

His fingers adjusted their grip on your hips, pulling and stretching at your skin as tight as it could go, making hissed in response. Even when his brain was fuzzy with arousal and he was overwhelmed with praise or reprimand from you, he could still do the little things that drove you wild. Whether he was in control or not, he could bite, mark, and rough you up in all the ways you loved.

He’s going to drive you mad. You're sure of it now.

“I need your help baby?” You moved so you both would be eye to eye with one another. “I need you fuck me now.” You cupped both sides of his face. “I can’t get us both where we need to be.” You kissed him all over. His cheeks, his forehead, up and down his neck, before you bit down in several places, sucking harder than you ever had. He let out a soft meek sound you didn’t think was possible. Almost gentle if his voice wasn’t such a low raspy thing. Almost gravely sometimes when it wasn’t smooth and addicting.

The closest thing you could describe it as would be a mewl of some kind. It was a sound only you could pull out of him. A side of him only you were privy to. No one else.

Your walls clenched around him at the sound. He did it again.

“Fuck, baby.” Your chest heaved. “I’m not gonna last much longer, I need you to fuck me, now.” You pulled his hair for emphasis.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

He rutted his hips into yours at a hard, brutal pace. And with every high pitched murmur of good boy, your so good, your so perfect for me, he thrust up into you harder.

“Love you baby,” you nibbled into his ear, “love how good you feel inside me. It's like you were made for me.” You kissed him as hard as you could without getting lost of how he was sliding in and out of you. The loud wet slaps of his hips hitting yours were filling the room, driving you both crazy. “You're mine. My baby boy, so good for me.”

He whimpered again, mewling into your ear as he cradled your neck with one final grip as he came. Filling you up. It was so so much. Your legs grew tight, your muscles squeezing past their limit before you followed him soon after.

He pulled out laying you down on your back. Peppering your skin with soft kisses.

“You're amazing!” His eyes sparkled.

“Was that really your first time doing something like that?” You grabbed at the sheets to hide your face. It was hot and burning even more so after the sex you just had. You did not want to talk about it.

“Hey, hey,” he uncovered your face and moved to straddle your lap. He grabbed your hands and put them over your head. “Please,” he looked into your eyes again,. “Don’t hide from me. I really want to know.”

It was what you two did.

When things were too tough to talk about. . . Or weird and embarrassing. Eye contact just worked. It made you both feel safer and calmer to see the other person wasn’t judging you. That they were genuine in whatever way they wanted to support you.

You nodded weakly. Not trusting your words.

“Well you're a natural.”

“Nick we gotta—“

“—Don’t worry. I will buy a planb for you tomorrow. We got a little carried away and forgot about condoms.” He waved his free hand in dismissal before smiling. “It’s okay. I got it handled.”

“I was going to ask if you could let me go now.”

“Let you go.” He tightened his grip on your hands. He still wore his charming smile, but his eyes were growing dark and cloudy, pooling with desire. “Now why would I let you go when I have to pay you back for every time you wouldn’t let me kiss or touch you.”

He suddenly thrust his thick very hard cock into you, still wet from both of you.

“I'm not done with you yet.”

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post-ineffable divorce hatefucking ficlets - part 2

hatefucking part 2: electric boogaloo is now up on ao3!!!

thank you again to @actual-changeling for inspiring me to start this series hehehe<3 last night, gazing at this beautiful art by @chernozemm for the millionth time led to a wonderful conversation with @crowleyslvt; a bit of feral 2am free-writing followed & here we are. cheeky preview:

Rule #5: no marking. No bites, no scratches, no hickies. No spanking or flogging with too much force. No kissing on the lips, even - the mere sight of a dry, chapped, reddened mouth would equate to crossing a line in their fucked up little game.

There were limitations abound, but hey - this was better than nothing, wasn't it? And what was the harm if the rules were never broken?

Well, except on one occasion.

this chapter is 807 words

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[celestialcrowley]

Hello, everybody!

It’s Fan Fiction Friday!

Chapter two of Memory Reboot is now posted. Written by me and beta read by @sad-chaos-goblin, it is currently rated T but is subject to change as it progresses. I am working on chapter three.

Honorable mentions below because I absolutely love these fics and these writers 💚

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Rated E

Just Up The Stairs by @ineffabildaddy @foolishlovers and @omens-for-ophelia

I read this as soon as it was posted. It’s beautifully written, and I love everything about it. I love everything that @ineffabildaddy writes. 👀

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Rated M

Don’t Fall Away From Me by @phoen1xr0se

Also beautifully written, this is pure angsty goodness with fluff, and I have screamed about it in the comments and also to my friend. I read a good portion of it when I was recovering from my dislocated shoulder.

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My Reputation’s Never Been Worse

A/N: Above is the link to the playlist for this series which I really recommend listening to while you read this chapter

Chapter 18:

The sun had long since set when Will found himself staring at the door in front of him. It was rather unremarkable as doors went. It lacked any of the intricate carvings that the doors to the king’s chambers or the great hall were embellished with. Even the pattern of the wood grain was faint and plain. So why was Will stuck staring at it as if it was a masterpiece? He signed and turned to lean his back against the wall besides the offending door. He let his eyelids drop with a sigh. It shouldn’t be this hard. He should be able to turn the knob and enter the room and have some much needed rest. Just down the hall, Miles and Nyah were in guest suites of their own. Will smiled as he remembered their eagerness to tell him about every little detail of the rooms. The comforts, that to any nobleman would seem like a basic right, were the most decedent luxuries either of them had ever experienced.

Will had done his best to look impressed by their child-like descriptions of the wide mattresses, heavy decorative quilts, and feather filled pillows, but he couldn’t help but feel somewhat betrayed. He had firmly resisted sleeping within the palace walls, so long as one discounted the rest he had taken in the dungeon. But that was less a voluntary nap and more his mind and body collapsing from exhaustion and stress. After dinner, Will had expected that the three of them would go back to the camp site from the previous nights. He hadn’t even considered the fact that while he was in Eisel they had been offered, and had accepted, rooms of their own in the palace’s guest wing. Of course, it made perfect sense. Will had left them under the care of George, and the idea that George would ever let anyone sleep outside rather than in a warm bed was preposterous. Besides, Miles and Nyah had no reason to distance themselves from the luxuries that were overflowing from the castle and it’s staff. It made total sense. But then, why did it still hurt him?

“You know, it’s pretty cold out. I wouldn’t be surprised if we have frost in the morning.”

The corner of Will’s lips tilted up and he rolled his head over to watch Cassandra sidle up besides him. “I can handle a little cold. Even the worst of our winters are nothing compared to Skandia.”

She ignored him and continued. “Looks like rain too. Yeah I bet it will storm all night.”

“I’m not made of sugar. I won’t melt.”

Cassandra narrows her eyes at him. “Between the dark and the rain, the guards might mistake you for a bandit and shoot on sight.”

“I may not be as skilled as Gilan, but I’m still pretty good at not being noticed when I don’t want to be.”

Cassandra huffed in irritation and glared at Will. “Just sleep inside Will!” She half shouted half whined. “If you sleep outside tonight you’ll wake up cold and wet and miserable and you’ll be a bear all day tomorrow.”

“Cass,” Will said gently, but she kept going.

“And I know Horace told you about the wedding. What are you planning on doing until then, sleeping outside all winter? You’re just doing this for the sake of proving a point and the only thing you are proving is that you are as stubborn as a mule and won’t listen to reason.”

Will paused this time to see if she had anything else, but when she just folded her arms and slumped into the wall he said, “Cass, I am really happy for you and Horace. And I know things are, better, than they were when I first came back. I’m better. But I can’t just pretend like nothing happened. Like I wasn’t stabbed in the back by the people within this very castle.”

“And so you think they are going to come after you again? Drag you out of bed and into the cells?”

“I don’t know. Maybe?”

“Seriously Will? How can you not see that every person here regrets what happened? That my father is still sick over it? That Crowley barely sleeps anymore? Even Horace will wake in the middle of the night, a shaking apology abandoned on his lips. And don’t even get me started on Halt.”

A thick silence passed between them, then Cassandra let her head fall onto Will’s shoulder. “Go to bed Will. Please.” She whispered. He knew what she really wanted to say was stay here Will. And he was grateful that she didn’t.

“OK. I’ll see you in the morning.” He lightly kissed her cheek as his pushed away from the wall. He placed a hand on the brass doorknob and she stood still, not leaving for her own room until she saw Will step into him.

He bowed his head to her. “Goodnight Evanlyn. Sleep well.”

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Will woke to a soft knock at his door. He wasn’t sure what surprised him more, the fact that he had managed to sleep the whole night in the room without being attacked or the that he hadn’t risen with the sun as he usually did.

“A moment.” He called, voice rough and gravelly with sleep. Will rubbed his hands over his face and hair in an attempt to wake himself more throughly. He slipped out from under the warm covers and grasped out at the dressing robe that had been left for him. It was a rich green with little golden threads woven throughout. It was beautiful without being garish and Will knew that Cassandra had picked it out intentionally for him. Which meant she had been convinced he’d be spending the night in this room and not outside. He wouldn’t be surprised to see the wardrobe filled with similar clothing in his size.

Will made his way to the door, stretching as his did so. He assumed it was Horace or Alyss on the other side summoning him for breakfast. Or perhaps Nyah ready to tease him about his sudden change of sleeping arrangements. He was wrong though. Because on the other side of the door stood Halt, a bundle of wildflowers clasped gently in one hand and steaming mug in the other.

“It’s not coffee.” Halt said before Will could say anything. “It’s tea. Good tea, according to Pauline. Not that I’m convinced such a thing exists.”

“And the flowers?”

“For all of the riches and wonders of the palace, I find it lack a certain… homey touch.” And even though it had been so long ago, Will knew exactly why the flowers looked so familiar. It was a near perfect replica of the flowers Halt had left in his room on his first day as an apprentice.

“Picked them yourself?”

“Well, anyone else would have messed it up I’m sure. I’ve got quite an eye for florals.” Halt said seriously, eyes lit with mirth.

“Why are you really here Halt? Because I doubt it’s just to deliver questionable tea and criticize the castle’s lack of style.”

Halt ignores his question and responds with one of his own. “May I come in?”

Will steps to the side, allowing space for Halt to enter the room. He sets the tea down onto a small table besides the reading chair and places the flowers on the bedside table. Will closes the door but doesn’t sit and neither does Halt. The two men stand several feet apart, both unsure how to proceed.

“I just wanted-“

“What do you-“

Their words collide between them, sentences breaking and falling into the space between them. Will gestured for Halt to continue.

“I wanted to see you. That’s all.”

Will extends his arms out and turns in a small circle. “You’ve seen me then.”

Halt raises an eyebrow at him and Will has a disorienting flash of deja vu. He remembers every time that eyebrow rose at him for being a smart ass like he was now.

“Alright, perhaps I did have one more intention for coming. Pauline told me what she asked of you. And I just wanted to let you know that this is the one and only time you don’t have to listen to her. I don’t want you to force yourself into forgiving me just because she asked you too. You have every right to be angry with me.”

Will thought about it. Thought about how when Pauline had asked him to forgive Halt, he had been so sure that he would, eventually. But why was he so determined to put it off. What was the point? “I’m so tired of being mad at everyone I love. I’ve been dragging this hate around with me for five years, and it is exhausting. But I just can’t seem to let it go.” Will kept his eyes trained down. He focused on the swirling greens and blues of the soft rug below his feet, and not the man, the father, standing in front of him. “I want to forgive you. All of you. But I don’t know how to move on. I could barely bring myself to sleep in this room last night. How am I supposed to come back and go about my life again? How do I know when it’s time to stop running? Because right now, I feel like if I stay, I’ll be tore apart. Caught between two sides of myself. But if I go, then I’ll be letting everyone down. And I’ll just keep running away from the people I love until the day I die.” Will’s voice cracked and he sniffed, desperately trying to push away the tears he felt forming in the corners of his eyes.

Halt stepped closer and cupped Will’s face in his hands, gently tilting his chin up so their eyes met. “Will, you are my son. All that matters to me, all that has mattered to me since the day I found you, is your happiness. Losing you was the hardest thing I have ever had to endure, and I’ll never be able to forgive myself for robbing you of your peace and joy over the past few years. All I want is for you to be safe and happy. And if you need to walk away from me, from us, to find that somewhere else in the world, then that is what you should do. Losing you again will break me, but watching you suffer even more so if you stay? That will destroy me. You need to prioritize yourself Will. Not me, or Horace, or Alyss. You. That’s all we want from you.”

“I- I don’t know what to do.” Will admitted in a small voice, finally letting go of any semblance of confidence. “I don’t know how to stay, but I don’t want to go.”

“We can make it work Will. If you want to stay, then you should stay.”

Will shook his head. “It’s not that simple.”

“It can be. We can figure anything out. You just need to choose what you want. We’ll support you either way, but you have to decide what you want. What you are willing to work for.”

“I never wanted to leave.” A tear rolled down Will cheek. He raised his eyes to Halt’s, the warmth and love he found in them drowning his fear and pain.

“I want to stay.” Will spoke with a surety he had thought he had long since lost.

Halt smiled. “All right then. You’ll stay.” He pulled Will into his chest with a tight hug and pressed a kiss into his hair. “Welcome home son. Welcome home.”

The End

A/N: I truly cannot express my gratitude to everyone who has read this story, everyone who has commented, everyone who has left kudos. This series has been my longest running project and has prepared me for starting my own original novel next month during NaNoWriMo. I’ve alway wanted to write a complete novel, but if it wasn’t for this fic then I would never have had the faith in myself to believe it was an achievable goal.

Please know how much your support and encouragement has kept me going even when I felt stuck. I genuinely appreciate all of you.

Thank you.

(P.S we all know I have trouble letting things go. I’ve already started the epilogue 😉)

#rangers apprentice #ranger's apprentice #will treaty #horace altman #ranger’s apprentice fanfiction #rangers apprentice fanfiction #halt o'carrick #alyss mainwaring #guilty until proven innocent #fanfiction #my reputations never been worse #reputation series #reputation #Spotify #happy fanfiction friday #fanfiction Friday

[madamemidnight]

Chapter 59: A Merry Little Christmas

The group has Christmas dinner.

#sylar #gabriel gray #claire bennet #sylaire #heroes nbc #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #heroes fanfiction #dailyheroes #ao3 author #fanfic update #fanfiction friday #fanfic friday #chapter update #new chapter #Christmas chapter #hma #how many angels #mme midnight #madame midnight

[wanderingcas]

in honor of fanfiction friday for the love of god read ignite your bones by @angelinthefire. it made me go feral for destiel all over again. <3

#fanfiction friday #you'll laugh you'll cry you'll wonder what to do with yourself after you've finished it #also if anyone has a fic they've read recently please send me an ask/tag me/whatever because i'm in a fanfic mood!! #(this applies to both supernatural and sandman fics)

[highlyillogicalandroid]

Yes hello, here is Chapter 13 of the Hobrinthian fic that has devoured me entirely.

#hobrinthian #sandman fanfic #sandman fanfiction #the sandman #fanfiction friday #hob gadling #the corinthian #i wrote a thing

[fanficsbysenneres]

"Official Shen," her voice was still just as gentle and pleasant as ever, but it did not comfort him. "What I would like you to do for me - is -" 

He looked down, knowing already what she was going to ask.

"I would like..."

He braced himself.

"... for you to kiss me."

He startled at the word, his eyes widened, his teacup clattered on its side as his fingers fumbled in shock.

#the legend of zhuohua #fanfiction friday #shen jinghong #shen x ofc #xu haiqiao #fanfics by senneres

[destiel-wings]

for how many fridays can i shamelessly self promote my fanfic?

He closes his eyes and everything goes black.

The walls, the floors, black. That’s when the thumping begins. A deafening noise spreads, screaming echoes of silence in his ears, and his hands begin to shake. Where’s the air? How does one breathe?

There’s no air left anymore since he’s been gone.

or, the one where Cas is gone, and Dean is afraid of the dark and hates the color black. He's dealing with grief and trauma, and he misses Cas terribly.

(6,7k words, read on AO3)

... You can have me by @Ethereal_moonglow

#fanfiction friday #destiel fanfic #destiel fic #deancas fanfic #deancas fic #spn #supernatural #destiel #deancas #dean and cas #dean x castiel #castiel #dean winchester #cas and dean #angsty fic #spn s15 #spn 15x18 #spn 15x19 #sorry for the pain #ao3fic #ao3 works #read on ao3 #fic recs #my fic #ao3 #fanfic rec #fanfiction #fanfic #supernatural angst #YCHM

[ididthis----onpurpose]

It's Fanfiction Friday! It would mean a lot to me if you read my smut!

My dash is always such a wonderful place on Fridays, so to all the other smut authors out there, I'd just like to say

GIF by @fuckyeahgoodomens because Tumblr's GIF search is a joke

#fanfiction friday #smut #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands

[psychic-refugee]

by @novemberwasgrey

Super fun fluff where Wednesday begrudgingly admits perhaps her mother wasn't totally, 100%, exactly off the mark.

I like how it took Wednesday to realize this 13 years later, which means that on her wedding she was still in denial and Morticia was probably doing a few victory laps around Addams Manor. lol

#fanfiction friday #wednesday x xavier #wenvier #wenthorpe #AO3

[takearisk-xo]

fanfiction friday: THE PATH FROM YOU by takearisk

relationship: harry/ginny rating: M chapters: 6/15 premise: canonverse, post-war, second chance romance, bodyguard au additional tags: mystery, slow-burn, unapologetic trope-fest, book canon height difference, happy ending, not epilogue compliant, not cursed child compliant trigger warnings: casual alcohol consumption, canon typical violence

read on ao3

#hinny #hinny fanfic #harry x ginny #hp fanfic #harry potter #ginny weasley #harry and ginny #my fic #my edit #fanfiction friday #self-promo

[kitweewoos]

FANFICTION FRIDAY

gsmak

married divorced

sugar jay

nassir's fic

Send me questions about my aus!!

#fanfiction friday #wip ask #wip tag #feel free to steal

[alicuntisms]

fanfiction friday

when you just can’t control yourself and you have to post a snippet from the fic that’s taken over my brain for the past two weeks

i could be your blue heron sky (paint me in celadon and gold)

It rains the morning of Kate’s wedding. The maids frown at the sky, muttering under their breath about bad omens and ill signs, sighing sadly every time they look Kate’s way. They know that almost none of the pre-wedding ceremonies had been performed. Kate would not allow it. Not for this marriage. Not to this man who she had barely chosen, who viewed her as nothing more than a mere broodmare.

While there had been a ball and a dinner celebrating Kathyani Sharma’s engagement to James Harris, the 2nd Earl of Malmesbury, amongst the upper echelon of Bombay society, there had been no wagdaan. No written vows had been exchanged between herself and her betrothed. No sangeet was held, no puja performed, and her husband would not paint his eyelids with tilak. 

Kate had only conceded to Edwina and Mary’s many pleas for the smallest of blessings.  The mehndi had been applied to her hands and feet with little fanfare while she reviewed Edwina’s lessons and the family ledgers, Edwina’s piano playing filling the room with the sweet sounds of music. Her husband would not participate but it did not stop Mary and Edwina from painting her arms and cheeks with haldi in the wee hours of the morning though their smiles were subdued and their laughter non-existent. The paste had left Kate’s skin feeling soft and glowing, the smell of rosewater coming off of her in waves.

#bridgerton #kanthony #linette writes #this is the widow fic for anyone who cares #celadon and gold #it makes me emotional okay???? so emotional #wip #fanfiction friday #kate x anthony #kathony #kate sharma #anthony bridgerton #except anthony is not around during this part lol #remember when i was talking about all the tabs i had open about hindi words and the eitc - it was for this bad boy #the widow fic

[forgedroyalseal]

The Language of Love:

Part Three

Physical Affection-

There used to be a time in Will’s life where Horace touching him meant nothing but pain. A punch, kick, slap. The boys fought all throughout their childhoods. Will would taunt Horace with words, Horace would retaliate with his fists. And then they grew up. They realized that family was in short supply. Realized how much they needed to rely on each other. So their bond grew, their comfort with each other grew. And Will discovered something he never knew about his brother.

Horace was extremely tactical.

He was always giving hugs or high-fives. He was quicker to grab someone’s arm for their attention than to call out their name. It was something Will hadn’t expected. But he didn’t mind. Horace’s physical affection was comforting, it made Will feel grounded and protected.

It had been 6 months since they had seen each other, longer than they had gone in quite some time. The lack of contact had been a consequence of a mission Will had been sent on that got out of hand. But he was finally returning home, albeit slightly bloodied and bruised. When he was making his way down the halls of Castle Araluen after his meeting with King Duncan he heard heavy footsteps rushing towards him. He just had a moment to turn around before he was wrapped up into Horace’s arms and lifted off the ground.

“Will!” Horace shouted excitedly.

“Horace, not so tight.” Will gasped out.

Horace released his grip and moved his arm so it hung around Will’s shoulders. “Sorry bud.”

Will laughed, then winced, “It’s all good, my ribs are just a little fractured.”

The smile dropped from Horace’s face and his hand hovered just above Will’s ribs. “What are you doing walking around? You should be in bed resting!”

“Horace, relax, I’m fine. They’re wrapped and healing. You know as well as I do that I can’t just sit around for the weeks it’ll take them to fully heal.”

“Still, you’ve had a long journey. You should probably lie down.”

“I was planning on it. I was just looking for you.”

Horace grinned, “Well now that you’ve found me, let’s go find Cassie and some coffee and you can rest in the library while you catch us up on the mission.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

#rangers apprentice #ranger's apprentice #will treaty #horace altman #ranger’s apprentice fanfiction #rangers apprentice fanfiction #fanfiction friday #the language of love