#onevolon fic

[onevolon]

clandestine

Duke Leto Atreides x afab!reader

summary: Looking for a suitor for your sister. Arrangement are being made for a ball. Every planet is invited. He is invited.

word count: 1,628

warnings: this was supposed to be a smut but whoopsss fluffy angst it is

you can also read it on ao3.

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The wine tasted bitter on your tongue. Early drinking was not a usual habit of yours but today was different.

Marriage. It is a foreign concept to you, much to your advisors’ dismay. It is frowned upon to be a queen without a husband in many planets, of course, but not in yours. No, this is your blood right. As it was written in the legends. The power you hold cannot be shared with a man.

Your little sister, on the other hand, had a much different destiny to be uphold. She had to be wedded. Soon. As it was written…

Now, it was your duty to look for a suitor for your little sister. There had to be a ball to be thrown. Every royal man of age was invited to the ball. From every planet.

Including Caladan.

The preparations were suffocating you to the point of madness. Yes, the preparations… Everything had to be perfect.

“Is the dress to your liking, my queen?”

“Yes, it’s fine…”

“How about your hair? I warned them not to make it too tight this time specifically, as you requested.”

“It’s alright.”

“…If you don’t mind me asking, my queen, what is bothering you?”

“Hmm?”

“Just… You seem… thoughtful.”

You take a gulp from your wine. Is it wise to talk about this? After all, she is my right-hand for a reason. Maybe… one person knowing this would be beneficial for you and finally ease your mind…

“I-“

There is a knock on the door.

“Yes?”

“All the guests have arrived, my queen. They are resting in their chambers for now.”

“Good. We shall start the festivities when the sun is down.”

The man bows and exits the room.

“Where is my sister. I would like to speak with her before the gathering.”

“She’s getting ready, my queen. The bathing ritual just started. Everything is according to the schedule.”

Yes, everything is as it’s planned. The ballroom is set. My sister is alright. People from near and far travelled to attend. They all are here.

He’s here.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes.

He is here for his son, you remind yourself.

This is going to be a long evening.

**

With the cue from the orchestra, the doors are open and both you and your sister come into view. The whole room goes quiet, only the instruments are heard. And maybe your heartbeats.

It’s absolutely maddening that you are more nervous than your sister. She looks so calm and collected while everybody is trying to get a look of her.

Soon to be bride. Something inside you saddens. Your little, precious sister…

The music gets quiet. You must focus.

“Greetings and welcome! It is such an honor to see you all here today. Please do enjoy the food and the music. Let’s celebrate this happy day together and shall your visit be fruitful!”

While everybody is cheering, you can feel your speechwriter’s eyes on you, sending daggers for cutting his well-written script short.

You could care less right now.

“Shall we sit now?” you sigh.

“Are you okay, sister? You seem off.”

“For the last time, you should address me properly in public. Especially today, sister.” you smirk slightly.

“Oh, give me a break.” you give her a side-eye “…my queen. I’m about to be thrown into the lion's den. It’s a miracle I didn’t have a nervous breakdown yet.”

“You and me both…”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

You both finally sit to your table and everybody starts to eat.

**

After all the tables are cleared, everybody gathers to dance. As you make your way around the room to welcome everyone again and thank them for attending, some are introducing their candidates to you and some are eager to talk to your sister first. Old and young, so many people…

This was overwhelming.

“That was a nice speech, my queen.”

His voice… still sends shivers to your spine after all these years.

You turn around to scold him for teasing you.

Then you see his son.

And his concubine.

“And it is nice to see you, my duke.”

“We’ve already talked to your sister but I wanted to introduce my son to you personally.”

Ever the diplomatic, you think to yourself.

“This is Paul Atreides. The future of House Atreides and Caladan.”

“It is an honor to meet you, your grace.”

He looks like his mother.

“The honor is mine. How do you find your visit so far?”

You try to ignore both parents’ stares.

“It’s absolutely perfect here. Everything is breathtakingly beautiful…” he says, sending a look to your sister discreetly.

Your stomach drops.

“I’m glad you like it. If you’ll excuse me…”

Without a second look, you cautiously get away from them, grabbing a glass of whatever the waiter was serving at the moment.

You need to breathe.

**

The wind was blowing your hair gently. The stone bench you were sitting was cool to the touch. You took slow deliberate inhales to think clear. To make it make sense of your sudden action. Why were you so upset?

You sigh and close your eyes, trying to listen the calming sounds of the environment.

You hear footsteps.

“Whoever you are, you shouldn’t be here. This is a private section of the garden.”

“My apologies. Just wanted to make sure that you are all-right.”

Your eyes snap open.

He followed you.

“Is your wife okay with that?” you say, a little passive-aggressive.

He comes closer to you and stops at your side.

“We can invite her, too, if you like.” he says looking at you with a knowing expression “And you know she is not my wife.”

You don’t know how to handle his directness.

Not anymore, you don’t.

So, you change the subject.

“Your son has grown a lot since-“

“His birth. Yes, it tends to happen.” He chuckles.

You roll your eyes to his antics.

“I am trying to make a conversation here, you know.”

“I know… I’m sorry. It’s always been so easy to rile you up.”

You glare at him.

“You don’t know me.”

His face drops a little.

You can’t look at it. Change the subject.

“I’ll talk to my sister about Paul, soon. It seems like he’s smitten but her decision will be what is final.” You want to slap yourself.

He stays quite for a while. You can feel that his eyes have not left your face.

“And what do you think?”

“About?”

“About them… Being together.”

You don’t know what to say.

“Because I don’t even like the idea of it.”

“What, you think I would make a bad relative?” You joke slightly, not to overthink his meaning.

“No… it’s because I want you all to myself.”

 Your heart flips.

“Leto-“

He touches your face and your eyes find his.

“My sweet... Your beauty always mesmerizes me.”

His eyes… So sincere.

You panic.

“You cannot say things like that… You can’t expect me to- What do you expect me to do?”

He doesn’t say anything.

“Nothing has changed since we were…”

“Some things have changed… I don’t care anymore.” He says triumphantly.

“I don’t understand.”

“I don’t care about what I have to do to satisfy others’ needs and before you interrupt, you know that I’m not saying this as a leader.”

You stay quiet and follow his determined eyes with yours.

“I don’t know about you but I refuse to believe that it is my destiny to be filled with sorrow until the end of my days. So, to achieve true happiness, I must focus on what I can do to get what I want. And what I want is to be able to choose to love freely without being concerned about what they would think.”

He sighs and sits right beside you, taking your hands in his.

“I know it’s been years but I’ve never stopped thinking about you.”

You hold your breath.

“I never stopped loving you, my dove.”

A tear drops to your face. He lifts a hand and brushes it away with his thumb.

“We were so young… So scared to stand up for ourselves.” He says still caressing your cheek. “But we don’t need to fear no more. They will fear us.”

This must be a dream.

To convince yourself that it’s real, you turn your head and kiss his palm. The sweet parfum on his wrist engulfs your senses.

He turns your head to him and kisses you.

“Do you reciprocate my love?” he whispers against your lips.

You nod, still crying.

“My sweet…”

His lips are soft against yours while his tongue starts to dance slowly. You could feel the warmth of his body as he drew even closer. A fire brew inside of you. Both of you are desperate to make up for every second of lost time. You chocked noise escaped you as he snaked a hand under your skirt, caressing your leg. Dizzy with want you tangle your fingers in his salt and pepper locks as his lips moved down your neck. You are melting under his touch.

“Not-hmmhere… someone could…”

“Thought this section of the garden was private.” You can feel his smirk.

“That didn’t faze you, did it?”

“And aren’t you glad?” he whispered as he kissed the tear marks on your cheek.

“I am.”

You were now face to face, smiling softly.

“We should go back inside.”

“Yes, but we also need to talk about this.”

He was right, as usual.

“…Come to my chambers at dawn. You know where to find it.”

He lifted an eyebrow to that, giving you a suggestive look.

You try to ignore it.

“Everybody would be passed out drunk at that point so…”

He kisses your hand.

“I’ll be there, my dove.”

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[infin1ty-garden]

KANE (ANNIHILATION) FIC RECS

Annihilation is a 2018 British-American science fiction psychological cosmic horror film written and directed by Alex Garland, loosely based on the 2014 novel of the same name by Jeff VanderMeer. The story follows a group of scientists who enter "The Shimmer", a mysterious quarantined zone of mutating plants and animals caused by an alien presence. Kane joins an expedition to investigate a strange alien field known as Shimmer.

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NOSTALGIA

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FRIDAY THE 13TH

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[onevolon]

sugar and spice

Miguel O'Hara x Gn!reader

word count: 340

warning: sugarbaby au. it's a crackfic.

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“Baby, look outside your door.”

I was intrigued to say the least.

“Why?” I said, smiling a little.

“There is something waiting for you. I hope you like it.” He purred.

I immediately got up from my bed and walked to the door.

“Is it something shiny, perhaps?” I teased.

“Oh, it will make you shine alright, sweetheart.” He added while chuckling under his breath.

I giggled and hurried to open the front door.

There was nothing on the doormat. I looked on my right and left not to miss anything. Step outside of my apartment to check everywhere but nothing.

“Uhhm, I can’t see anything.”

“Are you sure, love? I made sure it was delivered right on time.”

“There is nothing here, Miguel.”

“That can’t be right. I specifically instructed my chauffeur to put it right outside and he confirmed it 5 minutes ago that he did.”

I stood there thinking for a minute.

I knew he would have made sure everything is perfect for me, like he always does. Him joking with me would be very out of character also… And whatever it was must be really expensive… Then it hit me.

“Oh, Miggy… I think I know what happened…”

“What is it, love?”

“But don’t overreact, okay?”

“Just tell me sweetheart.”

“I think it got stolen.”

Silence.

“What?”

“Recently multiple people got robbed in my apartment in odd hours. And some of the items were the newly order things should have been delivered. The last apartment meeting was very heated, everybody accusing each other…”

“Honey…”

“I know I should have told you but it slipped out of my mind. I don’t think about that kind of stuff when I’m with you.”

“I’m flattered. But also, angry. I will find the person who did this.”

“Miguel, please just leave it be. And we don’t even have a security camera in the building how are you going to do that?”

“Don’t you worry about that, love. Also you are moving out  of that place as soon as possible.”

“Miguel!”

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[onevolon]

smile for the camera

Jack Mojave X F!reader

note: you take a picture you shouldn't have.

word count: 731

warnings: dark. angst. it's not in a desert but a forest. honestly idk what this is supposed to be lol

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This was a journey from the start. Sure, it wasn’t the first time she witnessed someone being left at the altar. Crazier things happened at the weddings. It makes her wonder what made them finally snap and run away every time. Especially these two looked so in lovey-dovey. But now the groom is nowhere to be seen. Weird.

One thing that is more annoying than a bride bawling her eyes out though, when the wedding is canceled, nobody cares about what will happen to the employees or what they should do. Everybody is own their own.  

And that’s why now she is middle of the nowhere in a fucking forest with all of my camera equipment trying to find her way to her car. Environmentalist piece of shits forced everybody to park miles away from the wedding location to not disturb the ecosystem more than necessary blah blah…

If she wasn’t so fucking lost, she might have appreciated the sounds of the birds chirping, the smell of the pine tree and the wind on her hair. But right now, it was extremely irritating to say the least. The smell made her stomach turn after the food she inhaled before they can take it. The wind was making her shiver to her very bones and… Maybe she should distract herself by looking at the photos.

She starts to scroll through the photos. Look all those happy faces… Now it’s all for nothing.

Okay this doesn’t really work.

She could try and take a couple of photos of the damn birds for her portfolio.

Carefully walking around the bushes, she tries to allocate the said animals. It is soothing to hear this rhythmic sound of these creatures and…

Something else was there…

Someone was…

…Someone digging something?

Yeah, there was a figure to her left with a shovel. What in the hell…

Stupidly, she gets closer while continuously pushing the button on her camera.

A man with a long coat… in a cowboy hat. Long hair… Dirty skin. You didn’t recognize him from the wedding. Who the hell-

“Well, hello there.”

She freezes.

“Wanted to see something cool, sister?” he says innocently.

She can’t move a muscle. Not even talk.

“Not a talker, huh. You would get along with him, then.” He says and point to the ground.

She instinctively follows his gesture.

There is a man.

On the ground.

Not moving.

Is he-

“Wanna join him, doll-face?”

You can’t look away. Not only because you’re both in danger but… he looks… familiar.

“I bet he would like that, now wouldn’t you, perv?” he nudges the man’s head with his boots and the man’s face turns towards her.

Oh, he looks blue.

He’s for sure-

The groom.

He is the groom.

“Was having quite the fun with that little bridesmaid. I was jealous not gonna lie. Wanted to have a good old adventure to myself.”

He killed the groom.

“And now we all are here.” He looked to her, self-satisfied.

Her heart was about to burst.

“Lost, aren’t you?”

“I-“

“Who are you?”

She doesn’t answer.

He casually drops the shovel and pushes the groom to the hole in the ground.

“The great questions, sister, the essentials… Where are you from? Where you going?”

She again doesn’t answer, too occupied to discreetly try and find something to use it as a weapon.

He starts to throw the pile of dirt on top of the man.

“To be or not to be?”

“Huh?” she says, distracted by the sudden topic change.

“Another great question. To be or not to be? It always comes down to that, isn’t it?”

She doesn’t know what to say.

“You choose to be, sister. To be here.”

She shakes her head.

“Oh, yes, yes you did. “ He smirks.

She begins to tremble slightly.

“No? Why don’t you run then? You can run.”

“I can’t move.” She says stupidly.

“Sure you can. In fact, when I count to three, you will flee like you’ve never done before.” He says while patting now closed grave with the shovel, putting some leaves on top of it to cover.

She starts to tear up.

“One…”

A tear drops to her face.

“Two…”

She takes a step back.

“Two and a half…”

Hurriedly puts down her camera and other stuff down.

“Three!”

She sprints.

“Game on, sister! GAME. ON.”

He goes after her.

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[onevolon]

nostalgia

Kane(Annihilation) x afab!reader

summary: Kane begins to remember something. (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind Fusion + soulmates)

word count: 1154

warnings: Lena didn't go to the shimmer. Eternal Sunshine's procedure exists in this universe. The quot at the beginning is from Madmen 1x13. And no proofreading has been done. Might change it a little later.

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“Nostalgia. It's delicate... but potent.

…in Greek, nostalgia literally means the pain from an old wound. It's a twinge in your heart…far more powerful than memory alone.

…It takes us to a place where we ache to go again.

Around and around…and back home again... to a place where we know we are loved.”

Lena must have fallen asleep while watching the TV again.

The words he hears… doesn’t sit right with him. They almost create an itch in his brain. He cannot pinpoint for the life of him. It’s been like this for a couple of days now. Glimpse of something keeps popping up but before he can reach… it’s gone. He can’t admit to himself it bothers him. Because nothing bothered him after the…

He turns of the TV and goes back to the bed.

***

He knows he is dreaming. It doesn’t happen very often but when it does…

You should not have seen this. I apologize.

Something feels familiar.

There's no such thing as this.

Doesn’t feel right but still familiar…

…And she wanted to move on. We provide that possibility.

Feels like a memory.

She was not happy.

He wakes up with a startle and heart is beating out of his chest. He doesn’t try to go back to sleep.

 ***

For the first time in weeks, he goes outside. Takes the train to a random place. He doesn’t know why. Yes, being in the house all the time is suffocating but he is not an impulsive person.

Today just feels different.

It’s freezing on the beach.

Why is he here?

He found an empty notebook couple of days ago. Hidden in a drawer. Some pages are ripped out. Did he use to journal? Feels right to write this all down. To make it make sense a bit more. Something concreate.

He is not the only one on the beach, though. There is a woman. Maybe she likes the cold.

He should go back to home. To Lena.

She is nice. Nice is good, right?

She loved me once.

***

“Hi.”

She’s talking to him. “I'm sorry?”

“I just said hi.”

“Hi.”

She’s looking intensely. When he does that, people tend to find it creepy. Or that’s what Lena said.

“Do I know you? “

Something sparks in his chest.

“I mean we are headed to the same place in this train so… Do you know the little café in down town?”

Does he? “Sure.” He says for some reason.

“Yeah! Oh, I’ve seen you there for sure.”

They both still didn’t break the eye contact.

He introduces himself. It’s only polite, Lena says.

The woman says her name too.

It’s a pretty name.

“Thank you. Not many people think so.”

Oh, he said that out loud.

“It has a nice ring to it.”

“I’m not nice though. I'm a vindictive little bitch, truth be told.”

What? “I wouldn't think that about you.”

“Why wouldn't you think that about me?”

“I don't know. I just...” He can’t think a reasonable answer. “You seem nice…”

“Oh, God. Don't you know any other adjectives?”

He does. But right now, he can’t find any. Weird… This is all so weird…

“I don't need nice. I don't need myself to be it, and I don't need anybody else to be it at me. Okay?”

 Okay, he thinks and shuts his mouth. Seems like he only irritates her more.

“Kane? It’s Kane, right?”

“Yes.”

“Sorry I yelled at you. I’m a little out of it today.”

He nods.

“To be honest. I really like that you're nice right now. I'm glad you are.”

He can’t decide if he like the warm feeling in his chest or not.

“I have so much stuff that, I probably should…” Why did he say that?

“Oh! I'm sorry. Okay.”

“I'm writing, and...”

“Sure. No. That's okay.”

They both quite down.

“Take care, then.”

She goes away from him.

***

He sees her walking while driving. He doesn’t think before yelling out the window.

“Hey! I could give you a ride, if you need. It's cold.”

“Yeah. Okay. Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

She gets in to the car.

Rubbing her hands together “You're not a stalker or anything, right?” she says laughingly.

No, he is not. “I'm not a stalker. You're the one that talked to me. Remember?”

“That is the oldest trick in the stalker book.”

“Really? There's a stalker book?”

She nods, smirking.

“I gotta read that one.” Did he just joke?

She stifles her giggle.

“Look, I'm sorry if I came off too harsh. I'm not, really…”

“It's okay. I didn't think you were.” He though he was the problem, really.

They came to a stop in front of her apartment.

“Did you wanna have a drink? I have lots of drinks, and I could, um...”

He didn’t have alcohol since before the…

“Never mind. Sorry. That was stupid.”

He took to long to answer. Great, he thinks. She’s still babbling.

“Oh, I'm embarrassed now, I-”

“No, no.” He interferes.

She looks disappointed.

“Good night, Kane.”

***

“Here you go.” She gives me a glass.

“Thank you.”

“Drink up, young man. It'll make the whole seduction part less repugnant.”

He stops. Is she trying to seduce him? That’s…

“I'm just kidding! Come on.” She pushes him to the couch.

They sit in silence for a moment.

“You're kinda closed-mouthed, aren't you?”

“I’m sorry. My life isn't that interesting.” Only if she knew… “Don't know what to say.”

“Does that make you sad or anxious?” Does it? He can’t decide. “I mean, I'm always anxious, thinking I'm not living my life to the fullest, taking advantage of every possibility, making sure I'm not wasting one second of the little time I have.”

He never thought about these things. They do make him anxious to think about.

“Yeah, I think about that.”

“Yeah?”

“You're really nice.”

“Ohh!”

Oh, no.

“I have to stop saying that.”

“I'm gonna marry you.”

What?

“I know it.”

“Okay.” He doesn’t mention that he’s already married.

“Oh, you should come up to that frozen river with me sometime. We’ll have a picnic.”

“That sounds scary.”

“Exactly! A night picnic. They are different.”

“Sounds good.” He sees the clock on the wall. Lena should be at home in an hour. “But I should go. Now.”

“You should stay.”

“No, I really... I'm... I...” He can’t find the words. “I have to get up so early.”

“I would like you to call me.” She takes his hand and starts to write her number. “Would you do that? I would like it.”

He doesn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”

***

He opens the door. Lena is making dinner.

He immediately goes to the phone.

“What took you so long?”

“I just walked in.”

“Mm-hmm. You miss me?”

“Yeah. Oddly enough, I do.” He admits.

“Oh! You said I do. I guess that means were married.”

He smiles a little. That’s a first. “I guess so.”

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[onevolon]

be my darling

Poe Dameron x afab!reader

word count: 563

warning: single parents au. reader has a uterus. little angst somewhere in there but actually fluffy.

part2 - masterlist

“At first, I wasn’t sure if I should come here or not. Since I break the first rule of the club… Don’t bring your child!” she joked, holding her big belly “But honestly, I need all the support I can get because I’m kind of losing my mind thinking about the future of this baby.”

Everybody nodded sympathetically.

“I planned to be fully blunt about everything, so here it goes… I’m sure you are wondering about the father. The piece of shit cheated on me, so I dumped his ass. Who could have thought it would have some consequences?”

She clearly joked when she’s uncomfortable Poe thought, smiling a little. He remembered his first time at the single parents support group. He was definitely nervous, feeling like everybody was going to judge his every decision about Shara’s life, though he was ready to defend himself. Then the others got to talking and he was shocked to realize how common his experiences were. How every parent’s joy celebrated and understood. Every challenge a parent was struggling provided with some solution by the other, even though that caused arguments among the group sometimes. It was all constructive, so helpful and Poe was immensely grateful.

“How about you, Poe? How is it going in the Dameron household?”

Hearing his name, Poe shifted on his seat.

“Honestly, it’s been ruff. Shara’s mom is keep making new demands to extend the process. It's driving me crazy... and I think she does that to make me look bad but it’s not gonna work. She did kind of stuff when we were together too and now, she drags Shara into this mess too. I’m not going to let her do that. I’m over it. Not going to give her the attention she oh so desperately craves. I have to win this case and have my child to myself… Ah, but everything is good with Shara lately. She just learned how to jump rope at her school and of course demanded I buy her one so she can teach how to her friends at home... referring to her toys. A lot of jumping, falling and slapping her shins with the rope.”

Everybody chuckled to that and oof sound was also heard.

***

“So, we have something in common.”

Poe lifted his head from the cup he was filling.

“Douchebag ex partners.” The new woman said. Poe laughed a little.

“I guess we do.”

“Oh man, is that coffee? I would kill for some right now…”

“I thought you could have some, in moderation, no?”

“I went cold-turkey when I learned about the pregnancy because I have no self-discipline. If I have some now, I’ll come back and finish the whole thing.”

“I think going cold-turkey requires serious self-discipline.”

She smiled prettily to that and Poe felt his insides turn a little.

“How do you find the group so far?”

“It’s good, I like it here. Though I think I can’t be too picky, since not many would accept a pregnant lady as a single parent. Yet.”

“And that would be ridiculous. What kind of policy is that “no child, no support”? Anyways, I can’t recommend this group enough. We all are like friends here. They really helped me through out the years. I’m sure you will like them too.”

“You know I have a feeling I will enjoy this place.” She grinned, making him smile widely.

note: you can also read it on ao3.

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[onevolon]

as above - part4

Marc Spector & Steven Grant & Jake Lockley

word count: 577

warning: ANGST (trauma related)

note: What would happen if alters disappeared, after Marc took Khonshu's offer at the temple? (Hadestown and Dante's Inferno inspired. Marc, Steven and Jake are all aware of each other before the canon.)

this chapter is for youuu @ominoose

you can also read it on ao3.

part3 - part5 - masterlist

Everything hurt.

It burned but the pain came within. At this point, their skins should have melted of their bones, however from outside everything looked normal.

After an hour of being dunked in the lake of fire, Jake was still fighting with the waves of flames and cursing to anything and everything he can think of. Unfortunately, it was pointless.

Steven on the other hand was ready to give up after sobbing what felt like forever. When he was under, in the blink of an eye, he noticed… something shining at the bottom. Before he can figure it out, he was above the surface and heard them mocking;

“Cry one more time, now, little boy!”

Once more was pushed in the flames.

Hold your breath, embrace the pain he kept saying to himself like a mantra. And focus. What is that thing? Covered in jewels… His vision was distorted but it looked like… a tomb? Beneath the lake, hidden under the fire… Osiris’s Tomb! He tried to reach it but once again was pulled out.

“Jake! Ja-ouh! JAKE!”

“QUE!”

“We need-ahh toOHHH”

“WhaTU PUTA MADRE!”

“Swimmmhhaa to the LIGHT!”

Again, they were under. This time Jake saw that light, too and decided to listen Steven.

They both reached to the tomb at the same time. While Steven was mesmerized by the beauty of it. Jake, on the other hand, was trying to open the thing to do… What he didn’t know but at this point he was ready to do anything to get out of this hell.

Realizing this, Steven begins to help him and suddenly a warmth washes over them, to their relief different than the pain they were enduring caused by the flames... like a welcoming hug…

And they were sucked into the tomb.

They were on the sand again. And alone.

Except the two birds that were circling them while they coughed violently.

“Finally…” Steven groaned.

“Don’t think this is over yet.” Jake growled back.

“Oh, thank fuck!”

They both looked where the voice was coming.

“MARC!”

While Steven and Jake stumbled to their feet, Marc ran towards them.

“Where were you?”

“Doesn’t matter. Now I find you, we need to get out. Before the sunrise.”

“Excelente… And how are we going to do that?”

Before Marc can say anything, a lightning strike and it started to rain heavily. The temperature dropped.

“We need to find the boat that travels back to the reality!” Marc yelled; his voice is barely heard.

“It sails through the whole desert! We should be able to see it!”

 “How do you know all of this?!”

“Khons-“

“I told you to look after your brother...”

They all froze.

“I should have known…”

“Is that-“

“No…”

“Mierda.”

“I should've known you would do something like this."

“Okay, we need to get out. Let’s get out, hermanos.”

“Let’s move, right?”

Marc was not responding.

“Hey” Jake patted on Marc’s cheek “Focus on my voice. Where do we go?”

"You were always jealous of him. Ever since he was born.”

Marc’s breathing was getting shallow.

“Marc! Shit- Breath! MARC!”

The wind started to pick up.

“You disgusting little-“

“Don’t listen to her Marc!”

“SHUT UP! SHUT! UP!”

"Now you make them suffer too!"

“That is NOT true! This is not real, Marc! She is not real!”

“She’s not my mom…”

“That’s right!”

“She…”

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!”

“Power it through, mate. You can do it!”

“We are here.”

“ACCEPT YOUR DEATH!”

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[onevolon]

be my darling - part2

Poe Dameron x afab!reader

word count: 841

warning: single parents au. reader has a uterus. wrote this in a spirit of the moment and didn't proof-read anything... whoopsie...

part1 - part3 - masterlist

you can also read it on ao3

He’s heart was beating out of his chest. Trying to locate his bearings he heard the fire alarm going off very loudly. In a panic, he jumped out of the bed and ran to the Shara’s bedroom.

She was sitting up in her bed, looking very sleepy and confused.

“Hey, my sweet. Did the sound woke you up, too… We have to go outside for a while, okay? Let’s get BB too.” Poe hurried cuddled Shara to his chest.

Running out of the room he went to BB’s bed to not to find him. Before he started to stress even more the cat’s meows were heard. BB was pawing at the apartment’s door and screaming as loud as the alarm.

“Good boy” Poe said while grabbing his bag, with his wallet and keys in it, huddled BB to his other arm and got out.

Most of the neighbors were already out. Everybody was looking towards the building with worried and tired eyes. Some of them were on the phone, presumably talking with the fire department or their loved ones, Poe didn’t know and their panicky faces didn’t help to decipher.

While looking at the crowed street, he saw a familiar but scared face.  He didn’t know they were in the same apartment complex, he thought. Then he realized she was rubbing her big belly with rapid movements.

“Hey, are you okay?” he said, hurrying to her side.

“Oh… Hey, hi!” she said coming out of the hazing look on her face and stopped her movements.

“Are you okay?” Poe directed his eyes to her belly.

“Yes, I think. I’m a little anxious and he’s aware of it, I guess. Keeps moving, very restless these days…” She was frowning now, her mind was somewhere else.

“Oh, it is a boy, huh?” Poe said to distract her.

“Yes, my little boy.” She was now lovingly looking at her belly.

  Hearing those words, BB meowed.

“Wow, he thinks we are talking about him. The world does revolve around you, does’t it my little boy.” Poe chuckled.

“Oh, I can carry him if you want. Your hands seem rather full.” She said, looking BB to Shara who was now wide awake.

“How rude of me, I didn’t even introduce you. This is my daughter Shara and this is BB.”

“Very nice to meet you” She said smiling while taking BB from Poe. The cat immediately started to purr. “I think she really likes me or really scared of me”.

Poe looked to her daughter’s face and followed where her eyes were looking. He tried to suppress his laugh thinking of the situation they were in people might not appreciate it.

“She just loves bears and probably wants your shirt to herself.”

She looked down to the pajamas she was wearing and started to smirk as well.

“Very understandable.”

They both were silent for a moment.

“I didn’t know you lived here.” Poe said.

“I kinda recently moved. But I think our apartments are not nowhere near each other.”

Poe gave her a questioning look.

“All of the old ladies happen to live either on the same floor with me or above/below me. The number of cookies I got from them…”

“Oh, you met the gang.” Poe giggled.

“The gang?”

“They are the owners of many buildings around here and know anything and everything. I very strongly suggest you to get along with them.” Poe said moving his brows while smiling cheekily.

“Thank you for the heads up.” She giggled too.

One of the firemen coming out of the building walked towards to the crowed and everybody’s attention was drawn to him.

“Okay, everybody! False alarm! Fortunately, there is no emergency here! You can go to your homes now!”

Collective grunting voices were heard and someone said “Must be the damn kids… Messing with the alarm again!”

“Does that happen a lot?” She asked to Poe.

He sighed “It’s like an epidemic at this point.”

“Good thing it wasn’t anything serious though.”

Poe nodded while they were climbing the stairs slowly.

“I can take BB now, you don’t have to carry.”

“No, he is no bother, my apartment is 2 floors above anyway. Also, he is very well-behaved. You thought him good.”

Poe laughed. “Don’t be fooled by his charm. He can be a real rebel when he wants to.”

“They don’t say orange cats are another breed for nothing.” She laughed.

They enjoyed the silence for a while.

“This is me.” She said.

“Come here BB.” Poe opened his arm to take BB.

He meowed and jumped to Poe’s shoulder.

“Oh wow”

“See, mischievous little…”

They both chuckled.

“So good night, I guess…” Checking her phone to see the glaring 04:27 on the screen.

“Good night.”

They just looked each other, still wanting to talk.

“Oh look, Shara fell asleep already.”

“Oh, I guess I should…”

“See you at the meeting.”

“Yeah, see you.”

While Poe continued to climbed the stairs, she took her keys.

They both were very content how the night turned out.

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[onevolon]

nostalgia - part 3

Kane(Annihilation) x afab!reader

summary: Kane begins to remember something. (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind Fusion + soulmates)

word count: 900

warnings: The end! (I initially wanted to do more with this story but my adhd says no :( so this is it)

you can also read it on ao3

part2 - masterlist

“It's really solid this time of year.”

This could be dangerous. “Oh, I don't know.”

“Come on.”

She is very persistent.

“Oh. So beautiful.”

“Isn't it?”

She starts to run towards to the center of the frozen river.

What is she doing? “Uh, don't go too far.”

“Whoo! Oww! Ow!”

Aaand she fell. “Are you okay?”

“Ouch! Ohh! Oh, my ass!”

“I think I should go back.”

“Oh come on. Come on! Come here.”

He walks towards her reluctantly.

“What if it breaks?”

“What if? Do you really care right now?”

No. No, he doesn’t.

“Here, let me show you this one thing.”

She lies down.

“What are you doing?”

“Come on.”

He sits on the ice.

“Think I heard a crack.”

“It's not gonna crack or break or...It's so thick.” She says as she pulls him down to lie down too.

“So, show me which constellations you know.”

Does he know any? Did he use to?

“Um... Oh.I don't... know any.”

“Show me which ones you know.”

“Okay.”  He hesitates for a second “Oh. Here's Osidius.”

“Where?”

“Right there. See? Sort of a swoop and a cross. Osidius the Emphatic.” He just really made that up.

“You're full of shit.” She giggles. It’s a really nice sound.

“Nope. Osidius is right there. Swoop and cross.” He insists for… fun?

“Shut the fuck up!” She cracks up.

***

“Hey…” He gently wakes her up.

“Hey.”

“Sorry to wake you, but we're... here.”

“Ahh. Can I come over to your house...to sleep? I'm so tired.”

He freezes for a second. Is Lena at home? No, she’s at work. Does he care what would Lena think of this? The answer doesn’t bother him as much as it should for some reason…

“Okay. Um, yeah. Sure.”

“Let me get my toothbrush.” She jumps out of the car.

He waits.

A knock on the car’s window makes him jump.

“Yes?

“Can I help you?” The man says.

What? “What do you mean?”

“Can I help you with something?”

“No.”

“What are you doing here?”

What is he on about? “I'm not really sure what you're asking me.”

“Oh.” The man deflates “Thanks.” The man walks away.

That was weird, he thinks.

“Vámonos, señor.” She announces her presences suddenly.

She’s really lively. It makes him warm inside somewhere deep.

“I-I had a really nice time last night.” He says hesitantly.

“Nice?”

Oh, that word again!

“Okay, I had the best fucking night of my entire fucking life.” Not knowing if it’s true… but he believes it.

She grins “That's better.”

She look at some documents on her lap.

“This is weird.  To all patients of Dr. Howard Mierzwiak. My name is Mary Svevo. "We've met, but you don't remember me. I worked for a company you hired to have part of your memory erased. I have since decided that this is a horrible... In order to correct this, I'm sending everyone's files back to them.”

She puts the tape that came with the file.

Her voice rings through the speakers.

“I'm here to erase Kane”.

What? ”What is this?”

“I don't know.” She’s unsure of herself for the first time he notes.

“He's boring. Is that enough reason to erase someone? I've been thinking lately how I was before and how I am now, and it's like he changed me. I feel like I'm always pissy now. I don't like myself when I'm with him. I don't like myself anymore. I can't stand to even look at him. That pathetic, wimpy, apologetic smile. That sort of wounded puppy shit he does, you know? “

“What is this? What are you doing?”

“I… I'm not doing anything!”

“Are you screwing with me?”

 “No!”

“You are screwing with me.”

“Kane, I'm not!”

“You clearly are.”

“Look, let's just take a minute and...”

“Get out.”

“Kan-“

“Out!”

She gets of the car.

Is this anger he feels?

***

“Hi. The door was open…“

She’s here. At his house. How…ah.

“Look what I found.” He points to the tape player that is currently playing his interview with the doctor. “I'm sorry I yelled at you.”

“It's okay.”

They look each other for a while.

“Kane, I really like you. I hate that I said mean things about you.”

“Let me turn this off, okay?”

“Hey, it's... it's only fair.”

“You want a drink or something?”

“Do you have any whiskey?”

The things he says in that record are… cruel.

“Hey. Sorry. I thought there was more.”

They both try to ignore the words but…

“I'm so sorry. I'm sorry about all this.”

“I think i'm gonna... go. I'm a little confused. I don't really think I can be here.” She says.

He can’t argue.

“Um... bye.”

“Bye.“

She walks out the door.

A moment later he decides to follow her.

“Wait.”

“What?”

“I don't know. Just wait. Just… wait.”

“What do you want, Kane?”

“I don't know. I want you to wait for... just a while.”

“Okay.”

“Really?”

“Look, I'm not a concept, Kane. I'm just a fucked-up girl who's looking for my own peace of mind. I'm not perfect. “

“…I can't see anything that I don't like about you.”

“But you will. You will. You know, you will think of things, and I'll get bored with you and feel trapped...because that's what happens with me.”

“Okay.” He wants this.

“Okay?”

“Okay.” He smiles.

“Okay.” She smiles too.

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[onevolon]

sorrow

Miguel O'Hara x Gn!reader

word count: 117 (drabble)

warning: angst

masterlist - ao3

It was 3 a.m.

His hair was damp because of the rain. His skin was cold to touch while I was removing his suit off. I was happy to be able to kiss his cheek, pressing his naked back against my chest regardless… Regardless the look on his eyes… Sad and distant… I was content.

He’s sleeping now. Mumbling “I know”. You would think he would be restless because of his usual demeanor but no… He rather looked peaceful. Oddly there was some pride in his voice.

I was happy he was here with me.

When I woke up, the room was cold. He was gone. But there was a note.

“Goodbye”.

I was alone once again.

note: trying something new. you can also read it on ao3.

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[onevolon]

my love for you is infinite - part16

Santiago Garcia x afab!reader(Darcy)

note: pride and prejudice (2005) but with triple frontier boys because why not lol

word count: 1496

warnings: the end!

you can also read it on ao3.

part15 - masterlist

Francisco and Santiago lie in bed.

“Can you die of happiness? You know, he was totally ignorant of my being in town last spring!”

“How did he account for it?”

“He thought me indifferent!”

“Unfathomable.”

“No doubt poisoned by his pernicious sister.”

“Bravo! That is the most unforgiving speech you've ever made.”

“Oh Santiago, if I could but see you so happy. If there were such another person for you!”

There is a noise outside.

“Perhaps Mr. Collins has a cousin. It's no less than I deserve. What is that?”

More noise, it sounds like a carriage, then aloud banging on the door downstairs. The boys look at each other.

***

Mr. Bennet, Mrs. Bennet and the girls lit by only candles have gathered. The door bangs again.

“Maybe he's changed his mind.” says Tom.

Timidly, Mr. Bennet opens the door revealing a baleful looking Lady Catherine de Bourgh. Everyone gasps.

“Lady Catherine!”

Lady Catherine does not acknowledge, but comes in uninvited, inspecting the assembled company of aghast Bennets. She waves a dismissive hand towards the boys.

“The rest of your offspring, I presume.”

“All but one, the youngest has been lately married your ladyship. And my eldest was only proposed to yesterday afternoon.” Says Mrs. Bennet.

“You have a very small garden, madam.”

“Could I offer you a cup of tea perhaps, your Ladyship?”

“Absolutely not! I must speak to Mr. Santiago alone, as a matter of urgency.”

The Bennets all look at each other, bewildered by this strange turn of events.

***

Santiago leads the way into the drawing room - holding a candle. Lady Catherine walks in. The door closes behind them. Santiago puts the candle down on a small table. They sit, facing each other.

“You can be at no loss, Mr. Santiago, to understand why I am here.”

Lit only by the oil lamp Lady Catherine resembles a flickering ghoul.

“Indeed, you are mistaken. I cannot account for this honor at all.”

“Mr. Santiago, I warn you, I am not to be trifled with. A report of a most alarming nature has reached me that you intend to be united with my niece, Miss Darcy.”

Santiago stares at her, amazed.

“I know this to be a scandalous falsehood, though not wishing to injure her by supposing it possible, I instantly set off to make my sentiments known.”

Santiago's spirit rises within him.

“If you believed it impossible, I wonder you took the trouble of coming so far.”

“To hear it contradicted, Mr. Santiago.”

“You coming here will be rather a confirmation, surely, if indeed such a report exists. “

“If? Do you then pretend to be ignorant of it? Has it not been industriously circulated by yourself?”

“I have never heard of it.”

“And can you declare there is no foundation for it?”

“I do not pretend to possess equal frankness with your ladyship. You may ask the questions, which I may not choose to answer.”

“This is not to be borne. Has my niece made you an offer of marriage?”

“Your Ladyship declared it to be impossible.”

“Let me be understood. Miss Darcy is engaged to my daughter. Now what have you to say?”

“Only this - if that is the case you can have no reason to suppose she will make an offer to me.”

“Oh, obstinate boy! This union has been planned since their infancy. Do you think it can be prevented by a young man of inferior birth and whose own brother's elopement resulted in the scandalously patched-up marriage, only achieved at the expense of your uncle? Heaven and earth, are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted? Now tell me once and for all, are you engaged to him?

“I am not.”

“And will you promise never to enter into such an engagement?”

“I will not. And I certainly never shall. You have insulted me in every possible way and can now have nothing further to say. I must ask you to leave immediately. Good night.”

Santiago throws open the door, revealing the family outside.

“I have never been thus treated in my entire life.”

Lady Catherine storms past the family and out into the night. Santiago is standing shaking with the excitement of having stood so firmly up for himself.

“Santiago, what on earth is going on?” Mr. Bennet asks.

“Just a small misunderstanding.”

He walks past them to bed.

“Santiago!” Mrs. Bennet yells after him.

“For once in your life. Just leave me alone.”

Everyone looks shocked by Santiago's reaction.

***

Francisco is fast asleep, Santiago more awake than he's ever been. He quietly climbs out of bed and creeps out of the room.

***

Santiago creeps out into the garden and wanders through the early morning mist, as the sun starts to rise.

He has lost track of himself and is walking beyond the Longbourn grounds. The mist is starting to evaporate and through the departing strands she sees a figure emerging. He stops, suddenly conscious of herself and frightened. Then he realizes it is Darcy - red-eyed, slightly wild looking - but still Darcy.

They both stop and stare at each other for a second.

“I couldn't sleep”

“Nor I. My aunt?”

She stops, looking wretched.

“Yes. She was here.”

“How can I ever make amends for such behavior?”

“After what you have done for Ben and for all I know, for Francisco also, it is I who should be making amends.”

Darcy looks at him for one deep moment.

“You must know - surely you must know, that it was all for you.”

Santiago is still as stone.

“You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I had scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me forever.”

Santiago is silent.

“If, however, your feelings have changed...”

Darcy looks at him. Something in Santiagos eyes gives her confidence.

“I could, I would have to tell you, you have bewitched me body and soul and I love and love and love you. And never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”

Santiago looks at her very serious, very simple.

“Well, then.”

Darcy takes a step towards him, one hand stretched out. Santiago takes hold of her fingers.

“You’re cold.”

He kisses her thumb. He sweeps her into his arms on a sound that's half a laugh, half a sob.

***

The place is in an uproar. Francisco, Tom, William, Mr. and Mrs. Bennet are all gathered, fretting terribly about Santiago's whereabouts. Through a window we see Santiago lead Darcy along the duck board plank across the moat. Santiago enters the house, everybody starts.

“Santiago, where have you been? We thought something had happened to you.”

Darcy follows Santiago in.

“Miss Darcy! What on earth are you doing here?”

Santiago takes Miss Darcy's hand.

“Miss Darcy has come to speak with Papa.”

Everyone is stunned.

***

Santiago paces outside the door of the library, waiting. After a while Darcy emerges, she gives Santiago the briefest of smiles and leaves the door open. Santiago walks in. His father is in a state of shock.

“Santiago, are you out of your senses? I thought you hated the woman.”

“No, Papa.”

“She is rich, to be sure, and you will have more fine carriages than Francisco. But will that make you happy?”

“Have you no other objection than your belief in my indifference?”

“None at all. We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of fellow, but this would be nothing if you really liked her.”

“I do like her! I love her! She's not proud. I was wrong, entirely wrong about her. You don't know her, Papa... if I told you what she's really like. What she's done.

“What has she done?”

***

Santiago's hair caught up in the collar of the coat as he turns to Darcy with a heart-stopping smile. She’s at his side, in night-shirt and breeches, both of them looking as though they've just flung themselves out of bed... which is precisely the case.

“And how are you today, my dear?”

“Very well, only I wish you would not call me my dear.”

“Why?”

“It’s what my father always calls my mother when he's cross about something.”

“What endearments am I allowed?”

“Let me think. Santiago for every day. My Pearl for Sundays and God Divine - but only on special occasions.”

“And what shall I call you when I'm cross? Mr. Darcy?

“Oh no. You can only call me Mr. Darcy when you are entirely and perfectly and incandescently happy.”

She takes his face between her hands.

“And how are you this morning Mr. Darcy?”

Santiago smiles as she kisses every inch of his face and in between each kiss, murmurs "Mr. Darcy".

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[onevolon]

nostalgia - part 2

Kane(Annihilation) x afab!reader

summary: Kane begins to remember something. (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind Fusion + soulmates)

word count: 183

warnings: The dream sequence (a.k.a. the filler episode)

you can also read it on ao3

part1 - part3 - masterlist

This is a hoax, right?

I assure you, it’s not a hoax.

There's no such thing as this.

She was not happy, and she wanted to move on.

She can’t…

We provide that possibility.

…go home and collect everything you own that has some association with her.

Anything.

We want to empty your life of her.

I'm erasing you, and I'm happy! You did it to me first! I can't believe you did this to me. Goddamn it.

You don't tell me things, Kane. I'm an open book. I tell you everything.

I wanna read some of those journals you're constantly scribbling in. What do you write in there if you don't have any thoughts or passions or...love?

You're pretty.

Kane, don't ever leave me.

Pretty. Pretty. Pretty. Pretty. Please let me keep this memory.

Just this one.

Can you hear me?

I don't want this anymore!

I wanna call it off!

Wake yourself up!

It would be different...if we could just give it another go around.

Remember me. Try your best. Maybe we can.

I love you.

Meet me at the beach.

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[onevolon]

as above - part3

Marc Spector & Steven Grant & Jake Lockley

word count: 374

warning: fighting for their life (aka me while writing this)

note: What would happen if alters disappeared, after Marc took Khonshu's offer at the temple? (Hadestown and Dante's Inferno inspired. Marc, Steven and Jake are all aware of each other before the canon.)

you can also read it on ao3.

part2 - part4 - masterlist

They finally come to a stop by the land. The sandy terrain looks endless.

“We stopped.”

“Yes, why?”

“Should we go and investigate?”

“…I guess, nothing here we didn’t already look.”

Not after five minutes they start to walk through the hills the air around them shifts. Almost like beginning of a storm. The sand lifts from the ground and practically encapsulates them where they stood. They try to hide from it and make a sense of it all but can’t. They have a hard time to see or hear.

And then just like it started, everything suddenly stops. While try to cough out the sand in their lungs, a very bright light nearly blinds them.

There is a figure shifting around.

With a set of wings.

“Whoa-“

“At last, you are here.”

They don’t dare to move.

“It’s Seker!” Steven whispers, trying to be discreet. He sees the look on Jake’s face.

“One of the patrons of the living, as well as a god of the dead. But-”

“We are gathered here to ensure a successful transition to the underworld… yet again.”

“Oi-”

“We are not going anywhere, pajarito.”

“Oh, how passionate… I can see you are a feisty one. Bring him in!”

Some unknown power pushes Jake forward. He tries to fight them and Steven tries to help but is thrown away. He still gets up with a rush and follows.

They finally came to a stop and the land in front of them caves in. It starts to fill with water.

“So, this is the Lake of Fire you will be boiled.” The God says, casually.” Because of all that blood shed you involved in. Oh, this excites me very much. Every time!”

Jake’s eyes get darker.

Steven panics.

“Can’t we just talk this through first…sir?”

“Uh, no. Wait your turn.”

“My turn?”

“Sure, you’re a little jealous thing, aren’t you? Craving the recognition others get instead of you, always waiting for approval…”

“And that’s a sin?”

“We don’t care for the labels you mortals created. I’m merely interested in the lust in you…” The God smirks.

Steven gulps audibly. Jake is still struggling against the hold he’s been put.

”Without further ado, let’s begin! It will be a busy hour!”

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[onevolon]

masterlist

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santiago garcia (triple frontier)

my love for you is infinite part2 part3 part4 part5 part6 part7 part8 part9 part10 part11 part12 part13 part14 part15 the end (pride and prejudice (2005) but with triple frontier boys because why not lol)

miguel o'hara (spiderverse)

sorrow (angsty drabble)

sugar and spice (crackfic/drabble)

moon knight

as above part2 part3 part4 part5 (What would happen if alters disappeared, after Marc took Khonshu's offer at the temple?)

poe dameron (star wars)

be my darling part2 part3 (single parents au)

kane (annihilation)

nostalgia part2 part3 (Kane begins to remember something.)

jack (mojave)

smile for the picture (you take a picture you shouldn't have)

duke leto atreides (dune)

clandestine (angsty fluff)

english is my second language and non of the fics are proofread whoopsie

you can also read them on ao3

fic recs

moodboards - color palette

fun edits etc.

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[onevolon]

my love for you is infinite - part13

Santiago Garcia x afab!reader(Darcy)

note: pride and prejudice (2005) but with triple frontier boys because why not lol

word count: 1009

warnings: shenanigans

you can also read it on ao3.

part12 - part14 - masterlist

A footman escorts Santiago and the Gardiners through the stupendous library. The footman opens the double doors to reveal the magnificent drawing room. Darcy is and her sister Georgiana plays the piano. She jumps up and hurries over.

“My sister, Miss Georgiana...”

They smile and bob. Georgiana is a friendly, sweet girl.

“Mr. Santiago, my sister has told me so much about you. I feel as if we are friends already.”

“Oh, thank you.”

Not knowing what to do with this information, Santiago looks around.

“What a beautiful pianoforte.”

“My brother gave it to me” Georgiana says while smiling at her sister “She shouldn't have.”

“Yes, I should.”

“Oh, very well then.”

“She’s easily persuaded, is she not?”

Darcy and Georgiana smile at each other with affection.

“Your unfortunate sister once had to put up with my playing for a whole evening.”

Georgiana turns huge innocent eyes upon Santiago.

“But she says you play so well!”

Santiago, astounded, looks at Darcy, who gives a small, rather sweet shrug.

“Then she has perjured himself most profoundly.”

Darcy laughs.

“I said played "quite well".”

“Quite well is not very well. I am satisfied.”

Georgiana looks between them, intrigued and aware, instinctively, of the enormous attraction between them. Darcy notices and makes an effort to be normal.

“Your uncle is fond of fishing, I hear.”

“Yes, very.”

“Can you persuade him to borrow a rod this afternoon? For the lake here is very well stocked and its occupants left in peace for far too long.”

“That is a kindness he will never forget, Ma’am.”

He smiles gratefully, openly and Darcy has to look away.

“Do you play duets, Mr. Santiago?”

“Only when forced.”

“Sister, you must force him.

Santiago looks at Darcy - they smile at each other, a shy smile, a truce.

***

Darcy is driving Santiago and the Gardiners back to Lambton. The rugged landscape looks even more beautiful and dramatic in the dusk light. Santiago sits up with Darcy who holds the reins, while Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner sit comfortably in the carriage. Mr. Gardiner smiles broadly at two large fish that lie beside him.

“It is so beautiful up here. I will be sorry to leave.”

Darcy smiles at him.

“You have been a most gracious host. I'm sure my aunt and uncle will talk of nothing else for days.”

“I have recently thought a great deal about how I appear and act to others.”

Santiago looks at her, a serious last look as though he wants to record her features properly.

***

The party arrive back at the inn.

“What a wonderful lady” Mr. Gardiner says quietly to Santiago.

“Thank you so much Miss Darcy.”

Darcy is about to take her leave when the maid brings Santiago a letter.

“For you, sir.”

“It’s from Francisco.”

He rips open the letter.

***

Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner are sitting, looking grim. Darcy is pacing, equally' concerned.

Santiago walks in with the letter, he tries to speak, chokes a sob and walks out again. With great difficulty, Darcy restrains himself from following him. So, she sits down.

Santiago comes in again very quickly.

“No, I'm perfectly well. Truly.”

He takes a deep breath. Darcy's face is a picture of tender concern. Mrs. Gardiner watches her, too.

“It is the most dreadful news. Ben has run away - with Mr. Wickham. They are gone together from Brighton to Lord knows where. He has no money, no connections, I fear he is lost forever.”

“This is my fault - if only I had exposed Wickham when I should.” says Darcy.

“No, it is my fault. I might have prevented all of it merely by being open with my brothers.”

Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner look at each other perplexed.

“Has anything been done to recover him?”

“Father has gone to London. But I know very well that nothing can be done. We have not the smallest hope.”

“Would I could help you.”

“Miss Darcy, I think it is too late.”

“I am afraid we must go at once I will join Mr. Bennet and find Ben before he ruins the family forever.”

“This is grave indeed. I will leave you. Goodbye.”

Darcy pauses at the door, looks back at Santiago and then is gone.

Santiago, Francisco, Tom and William are gathered around Mrs. Bennet who has taken to her bed.

***

“Why did the Forsters let him out of their sight? I always said they were unfit to have charge of him.”

“And now he is ruined.” Tom says smugly.

“You are all ruined. Who will take you now with a fallen sibling? Poor Mr. Bennet will now have to fight the perfidious Wickham and then be killed”

“He hasn't found him yet, Mama.”

“- and the Mr. Collins' will turn us out before he is cold in his grave”

“Do not be alarmed, mama. Our uncle is helping in the search.” says Francisco.

“Ben must know what this will do to my nerves, such flutterings and spasms all over me. . .”

It is clear Mrs. Bennet is truly suffering. Santiago strokes her hand.

***

Santiago and William walk into the drawing room. Francisco and Tom are busying themselves.

“Look. It's Papa!”

They all rush into the library. Mr. Bennet slumps at his desk.

“- who is to fight Wickham and make him marry Ben, now you've come home?” William asks.

“For God's sake let me be! Santiago, help me with my boots.”

“You suppose them to be still in London?”

Mr. Bennet nods “Where else could they be so well concealed?”

“Oh father, I'm so sorry.”

“It’s been my own doing.”

“You mustn't be too severe on yourself.”

“No Santiago. Let me once in my life feel how much I have been to blame. I am not afraid of being overpowered by the experience. It will pass away soon enough.”

***

The boys have a letter. William grabs it from Francisco, Tom grabs it from William, before he has a chance to open it, Francisco grabs it from Tom.

“It’s to Papa. It's in Uncle's writing.”

Mr. Bennet snatches the letter.

“As it is addressed to me...”

He tears it open and begins to read, squinting because he has forgotten his glasses.

“He’s found them.”

“Are they married?”

“Just wait. I can't make out his script.”

Santiago snatches it.

“Give it to me. “

“Are they married?” William asks again.

“They will be, if father will settle a hundred pounds a year on Ben. That is Wickham's condition.”

“A hundred pounds!”

“You will agree to this, father?”

The letter is passed around the others.

“Of course I will agree. But how much your uncle has laid on this wretched man already is anybody's guess.”

“What do you mean, Father?”

“No man in his senses would marry Ben on so slight a temptation as a hundred a year.”

“Ah, I see.” Santiago says.

“See what?”

“Your uncle is very generous.”

“Do you think it a large sum?”

“Wickham’s a fool if he takes her for less than ten thousand pounds.”

“Ten thousand! Heaven forbids!” Francisco exclaims.

***

“Ben married! And at fifteen too! Ring the bell, William! I must put on my things and tell Lady Lucas! Oh, to see her face! And tell the servants they will have a bowl of punch!”

The other Bennets are assembled.

“We should thank our uncle, Mama.”

“And so he should help! He's much richer than us, and he hasn't got any children.”

Santiago looks at his mother in perfect astonishment as she gets out of bed.

“A son, married!”

“Is that all you think about?”

“When you have five children, Santiago, tell me what else will occupy your thoughts and then perhaps you will understand.”

“You don't know what Wickham's like.”

“Now where will they live? Purvis Lodge might do. Ashworth is vacant of course, but it's too far off, I couldn't be as to have her ten miles from me”

“Before you take any of these houses, Mrs. Bennet, let us be clear. Into one house he will never be welcome.”

Mrs. Bennet stares at him.

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[onevolon]

my love for you is infinite - part12

Santiago Garcia x afab!reader(Darcy)

note: pride and prejudice (2005) but with triple frontier boys because why not lol

word count: 1009

warnings: it's been a while wooops hehehehee

you can also read it on ao3.

part11 - part13 - masterlist

Sunlight flickers through the trees lining the road. Santiago has his eyes shut and feels the wind on his face. He opens his eyes... A ravishing landscape of savage and romantic beauty scudding clouds, mountains, wild rocky outcrops. Walking freely with the wind in his hair, he breathes deeply.

The Gardiner's are eating supper.

“One of the best houses in the country.”

“Aren’t you acquainted with the owner, Miss Darcy?”

Santiago snaps out of a haze, and nods.

“Well, we shall go there tomorrow, Santiago.”

“I would rather stay here.”

“Stay here?”

“I must own that I'm tired of great houses. All those carpets and curtains...”

“But you liked Haddon. You liked those damask velvet drapes and you liked –“

“- if Pemberley is anything like Miss Darcy, I am sure I will not be able to bear it.”

Mrs. Gardiner looks at Santiago curiously.

“The grounds alone are worth a visit.”

“Let us not make a fuss. If the he does not want to go there is little point in persuading him.

***

The carriage enters the gates of Pemberley. Santiago is alert, his eyes bright with curiosity. The parkland is wild and rocky. A sense of freedom and liberation is in the air.

Then all of them gasp.

The Pemberley House is vast, breathtakingly beautiful, set in great boulder-strewn park lands.

Santiago is lost in admiration.

***

Santiago is apart from the rest of the group as he wanders through the stunning collection of marble sculptures. In the background we hear the Gardiners and Mrs. Reynolds.

“Is your mistress much at Pemberley?”

“Not as much as I would wish, sir, for she dearly loves it here.”

“If she should marry, you might see more of her.”

“Yes madam, but I do not know when that will be, I do not know a person who, is good enough for her.”

“What do you mean?”

Santiago stops, confronted by a marble bust of Darcy. They stand face to face looking at each other. Santiago listens to Mrs. Reynolds.

“I’ve known Miss Darcy since she was a child. She was always a kind and generous person even then. Not everyone can see it, because she does not make a meal of it like a lot of young women nowadays. But she is the most sweet-tempered and kind-hearted person I have ever known.

Mrs. Reynolds and the Gardiners appear by Santiago’s side.

“This is my mistress - Miss Darcy.”

“A handsome face. Santiago, is it a true likeness of her?”

“Do you know Miss Darcy?”

“Only a little.”

“And do you not think her a handsome woman, sir?”

“Yes... Yes, I daresay she is.”

Mrs. Reynolds moves the Gardiners on to another sculpture, but Santiago stays, staring at Darcy's likeness.

“And this is her sister, Miss Georgiana. She plays and sings all day long.”

Santiago realizes that in the distance music can be heard.

“Are they at home?”

Santiago turns to find that the Gardiners and Mrs. Reynolds have disappeared. He runs to find them.

***

Santiago wanders into the drawing room in search of the others. The music is louder in this room. He walks to the French windows and looks out. In the bright sunlight the view of the gardens and valley beyond is exquisite. Suddenly Santiago recognizes the tune. There is a door, slightly ajar, in the far corner of the room, from where the music seems to be coming.

His curiosity gets the better of him and he approaches the door. He steels himself a moment, then discreetly peeps in.

Through the gap he sees Georgiana Darcy, a beautiful sixteen year old, playing the piano with great fluency and passion. Captivated by the music, Santiago stops and listens.

Another person steps into view. Santiago strains to see them, but they are obscured by shadows. They approach Georgiana and puts their hands over her eyes. She immediately stops playing and shrieks uproariously, before standing to hug the person. As they embrace, the sunlight hits their face.

It's Miss Darcy.

She turns and sees Santiago watching her. For a moment they both stare at each other frozen with surprise. Santiago turns and runs across the room and out through the French windows.

Santiago runs across the lawn but is stopped in her tracks by Darcy's voice.

“Mr. Bennet!”

Darcy catches up with him. They stand, not knowing what to do.

“I thought you were in London.” Santiago says.

“No? I'm not.”

“No.”

Another silence. Then they both speak at once.

“I came here a day early – “

”We wouldn't have come-“

They stop. She gazes at him with great emotion.

“I’m visiting Derbyshire with my uncle and aunt.”

Santiago sounds about ten years old.

“And are you having a pleasant trip?”

“Very pleasant. Tomorrow, we go to Matlock.”

“Tomorrow? Are you staying at Lambton?”

“Yes. At the Rose and Crown.”

Another pause. He extends his hand.

“I’m so sorry to intrude. They said the house was open for visitors. I had no idea...”

He shakes her hand and starts to walk away.

“May I see you to the village?”

“Oh no! I'm very fond of walking.”

“Yes. Yes, I know.”

“Goodbye, Miss Darcy.”

He hurries away. She gazes after him.

***

That night when Santiago comes downstairs, he can see through a gap in the door to the restaurant Miss Darcy talking to his aunt and uncle.

“I shall send my carriage at noon” Santiago hears Darcy say.

After a moment, Darcy leaves and Santiago approaches the table.

“Santiago, I've just met Miss Darcy! Why didn't you tell us you had seen her? She's asked us to dine with her tomorrow - She was very civil, was she not?”

“Very civil.”

“Not at all like you painted her to be.”

Santiago stares “To dine with her?

“- there is something pleasing about her voice, when she speaks.”

Mrs. Gardiner watches Santiago's reaction most carefully.

“You don't mind delaying our journey for another day?”

Santiago shakes his head, dumbly.

“She particularly wishes you to meet her sister.”

“Her sister?”

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