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sheabutterskyes · 2 years

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The Mask of White Waters

LXII | Warden of the Amber Divide

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Isla had wandered into the village as unthreateningly as possible – nervously waiting for the moment someone would recognize her as an outsider and strike her down before she could explain herself.

But that moment didn’t come – even when she gently reached out to a passerby on a quiet road.

The man with dark braided hair stopped, offering her his full attention with an unhurried nod of the head.

“There’s been an accident,” she pointed the direction she had come from, “I-I don’t know – I’m not sure what to-,”

“Someone’s hurt?”

She swallowed.

“Someone’s dead.”

He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering where she knew there was blood stains. But he nodded again calmly.

“Are you hurt?”

Isla shook her head, and he breathed a relieved ‘good’ before waving her along.

“Follow me,”

She followed him further into the village, turning down an alley and stopping in front of a tall three-story building.

“Wait here, I’ll be just a moment.”

The man gave a few heavy knocks on the door, before opening it and racing up a steep stairway.

Isla wiped at her eyes, her breath shaky.

She wished to be anywhere else. Alone and away from the gaze of those that could harm her or judge her.

When the door opened again, two others were following after the man with braids.

“Someone’s dead?” a tall blonde man asked her, looking at her directly.

She nodded.

“You know this person?”

She hesitated but nodded again.

“Village and region?”

She opened her mouth in silence, not knowing what to say.

He turned, speaking lowly to the young man who had followed him, his voice blending into the background as Isla’s focus became stuck on the stairs.

“Where did you leave them?”

She flinched as the man with braided hair tapped her shoulder.

She pointed towards where she had come from, “By the stream.”

“You’re not going to ask what happened?” asked the younger man.

The blonde smiled at her as she turned to look at him.

“That’s not for you to worry about right now, is it? Please do what I asked and return here when you can.”

He shooed the others away with a few more quietly spoken words, leaving the two of them alone.

He gestured to the stairs through the open door, and she quietly took a seat on one of the steps.

“I can’t say that I’ve handled a situation exactly like this before,” he began. “But right now I’m most concerned about you.”

“I’m not hurt,” she assured.

He sighed.

“I’m…,” she took a few measured breathes, searching for the word to describe how she was feeling. But even she wasn’t entirely sure.

“You’re exhausted and shocked by the looks of it. Tell me what I can do for you.”

She didn’t know how to answer that either.

“Well. At least come upstairs while we wait. If you think of anything, let me know.”

Isla leaned aside as he slowly began to ascend the stairs, turning to watch him reach the top before getting to her feet and following after him.

He waited for her at the top, gesturing to the room that opened up to the left when she hesitated.

“Make yourself comfortable.”

With that, he walked off, moving to a tall table littered with various sizes of pots, some filled with soil, and some empty. There were satchels labeled with what Isla assumed to be seeds, some which had fallen beneath the table near his feet, along with clumps of soil and crumpled papers.

The room was small and cluttered, but the high ceiling kept it from feeling cramped. Elongated windows lined the wall, letting in natural light and illuminating the lineup of potted plants on narrow tables beneath them. Isla thought she could identify some herbs among them – they were amazingly vibrant and healthy.

In the corner was… what seemed to be a makeshift kitchen area, but the majority of the space was filled with plants and books and lounges that were stacked with items. There were several doors leading to other rooms, and she idly wondered if the rooms were just as filled. The air smelled faintly of spices and fresh soil, and as she moved slowly towards a chair that was filled with less things than the others, she could see faded ink stains on the fabric.

Isla glanced at the man before carefully setting the books and jars down on the floor beside the chair.

He was filling the pots with careful attention, and it wasn’t until she sat down that she realized he was using magic. The tips of his fingers glowed as he leveled the soil, and when he sprinkled seeds into his palms, a sigil flashed in his hand.

Isla watched him work for a while before sliding deeper into the chair and gazing out the window at the cloud-streaked sky.

It all seemed too easy. How nobody had recognized her as an outsider was beyond her.

“May I ask for your name?” he asked evenly.

“Isla,” she answered steadily, still looking at the sky.

He didn’t answer immediately, walking about slowly and clinking around in the corner of the room.

It wasn’t until she turned around at the sound of his approach, that he replied.

“I’m Angel.”

She wished she had the willpower to offer him a sincere smile as he offered her a drink.

“It’s an herbal drink touched with magic. Hope you’re not allergic.”

“You’re kind,” she said, taking the heavy stone cup from him with both hands.

Angel smiled, “Lematt leaf.”

She stared down at the liquid. It was dark and opaque. The steam smelt a bit like almond and citrus.

“Lematt?”

“Drink it slowly.”

Angel returned to his work, and Isla sipped the drink, very aware of how she was soon feeling drowsy. Setting the drink down, she clenched and unclenched her hands.

Lematt?

The next moment of awareness was hazy.

She had fallen asleep.

Her mouth felt dry, and her body heavy. Even her eyes felt too heavy to open as Angel’s voice crossed the room.

“I haven’t asked her about it.”

The voice that answered his was upset, “There were claw marks on her body, Angel. She knows what happened. She was there.”

“Yes, exactly. She was there.” Angel sighed, “Whatever her reasons are for being on our land, she has gone through something traumatizing, and now she’s alone and defenseless.”

Isla fought hard to open her eyes and find her voice.

There was no hiding now, as it seemed they knew she was an outsider.

“It was a masked warrior.”

Angel came into focus, standing near the stairs. The younger Envisioner who had been there earlier was standing beside him.

They turned to look at her when she spoke.

She swallowed, “It’s my fault.”

Angel shook his head, slowly walking towards her.

“No, you can’t think like that.”

Isla sat up, rubbing at her eyes.

“I came here looking for someone. I asked a masked warrior to help me, and it – it has gone wrong.”

It felt even worse admitting it aloud.

“We can ensure that safeguards are put in place,” He said evenly, glancing over at the other Envisioner.

He nodded quickly and raced down the stairs.

Angel turned back to her when the door had slammed shut.

“Would you like a change of clothes?”

She ran a finger over the silver letters on her sweater, nodding hesitantly.

It wouldn’t be right to keep her clothes.

“Every article of clothing given to a warden is marked by the region they belong to,” he said, “When I saw you, it was obvious you weren’t the individual those clothes belong to.”

So it was obvious to others that she was an outsider… and yet here she was being taken care of?

Angel moved to the corner of the room, removing his jacket, and tending to the small fireplace.

“This sweater is marked A.D,” she said slowly. “That isn’t this region.”

“That’s right,” he answered. “You are in the Jade Valley. A.D stands for Amber Divide; a neighboring region.”

Elise had once been the warden of the Amber Divide?

There were several loud knocks from the bottom of the stairs before someone shouted up to them.

“The warden of the Jade Valley is here to see you.”

Isla perked up. Marlowe was here?

Angel crossed the room halfway before stopping and looking at her.

She nodded encouragingly.

“He’s welcome to come up,” he answered.

The footfalls that followed made her lean forward with anticipation.

It was only Marlowe who appeared at the top of the stairs, his lovely green eyes finding Angel, and then flickering to her.

“They said you’d be here,” he said with a weak smile. “I simply didn’t imagine you’d be with Angel.”

Angel exhaled, “I know this is your region, but -,”

Marlowe raised a hand, “She has all permissions and passes here. I am well aware of the situation.”

“Ah,” Angel shook his head, seeming relieved. “That’s all very well.”

“It’s all very well that she found you,” Marlowe replied. “I came here to speak to you, but do you mind if I have a word with Isla first?”

Angel quietly acquiesced, going into another room and gently closing the door behind him.

Marlowe walked to one of the windows, looking over the plants on the table before leaning back on it and meeting Isla’s gaze.

“I wanted to thank you.”

Isla could think of no reason she deserved any thanks from him. But his voice was sincere.

“I was made aware that you came into the village on your own and spoke to someone in order to take care of Elise.”

She bit her quivering lip.

“We have specific customs here that may not have been able to be carried out had you not said something when you did. So, thank you.”

She wiped at the tears flooding out from the corners of her eyes, barely withholding an audible cry when she saw the warden’s eyes become glossy.

“Nobody has lost. There is still hope.”

She nodded.

Marlowe’s gaze moved across the room.

“Angel has as much authority here as I do, regardless of whether he acts like it or not. Keep that in mind if you need something. You can trust him.”

Isla would have nodded had she not been so confused.

The warden looked back to her, making a soft sound of recognition.

“I shouldn’t be surprised he hasn’t told you,” Marlowe began.

“Angel is the warden of the Amber Divide.”

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#TMOWW #The Mask of White Waters #WIP #when you look up people with a healer personality Angel is first on the list #while both he and Marlowe have been kind there is a difference I see #Angel's kindness is more innate #while Marlowe's is doing what he thinks is the right thing rather than FEELING it #no judgement from me tho #I admire them both #my darling wardens #the strength it must take for them to treat Isla with such kindness rn....#also yes #Angel is the one who took Elise's place as warden when she gave up the position

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noforkingclue · 2 years

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Ooh, I’d love to see Homelander with a reader who has really good regenerative abilities (from their blood and DNA). They could be Vought’s healing rat for tests and stuff. They can also find comfort in each other from being Vought’s puppet and plaything.

I tried to go for an protective verging on possessive vibe. Hope you guys enjoy the fic!

Title: His Healer

Warnings: abuse of America's healthcare system

The Boys tag list: @captainofmybigwetdream, @scraftskhu35

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @imjustassaneasyou, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian

You hugged your knees to your chest as you looked at the people entering Madelyn’s office. She gave you what you guessed was meant to be a charming smile but in reality it chilled you to the bone. You quickly looked away and at the whiteboard that was being set up. It was rare that you were allowed out of your floor. Vought had declare you too precious to go outside without strict supervision. However, that didn’t stop them from hurting you. They could get very creative, in ways that you didn’t know humans could go.

“So y/n,” said Madelyn eventually, “How have you been?”

“Oh y’know,” you shrugged and scratched at your wrist, where an IV had been moments before, the mark already healing, “The usual.”

“Good. Good. I’m sure you’d like to know why you are here today.”

“Well… Yeah?”

Madelyn got up from behind her desk and walked over to you. You looked at her suspiciously as she sat down next to you.

“Marketing has a presentation they want you to watch.”

“As you know,” one of the marketing guys got up and approached the whiteboard, “You are a vital part of the Vought family. The glue that holds the Seven together.”

“The healing grace that mends broken bones and stitches skin back together.” Said the other

You winced slightly at that. You remembered the training sessions. The amount of broken bones you had to repair when Black Noir went too far. You hated the sound of bones cracking back together, seeing blood seep back into bodies… It wasn’t as fun or as glamorous as Vought made it out to be.

“I mean,” the first guy shrugged, “Who doesn’t want healing powers in this day?”

“Medical bills being so high.” Said Two as he nodded sadly

“So we came up with this!”

One pulled away at the cover and displayed the board at you. Madelyn smiled widely at you while you looked at it in horror.

“Medicine.” You said weakly

“No,” said One, “Definitely not medicine.”

“Highly recommended vitamins,” said Two, “Approved by some of the country’s top doctors.”

“And,” One gestured to you, “The healing angel of Vought. Who doesn’t want to be touched by grace? To have you, personally, help them through their time of need?”

“With these pills,” said Two, “You too can have the healing powers of y/n helping you out.”

“Branding subject to change.” Said One with a shrug

“Woah wait,” you jumped to your feet and looked around the room, “My powers? Are you saying that my DNA is going to be in these pills? Is that legal? Is that safe?”

“No,” said One quickly, “Not your DNA.”

“Just heavily implied. Everyone knows that your powers can’t hurt anyone.” Said Two

“Y/n,” said Madelyn firmly, “Sit down. This has nothing to do with you.”

“My face is going to be on that bottle!”

“It’s already been approved.” Madelyn continued

“Without my permission!”

“Y/n, honey,” Madelyn stood up and cupped your cheeks, “Do you really think-“

“What’s going on here?”

Everyone in the room froze as Homelander marched in. The noise on his boots was the only sound in the room and the people from marketing shrunk back as he approached the board. Homelander studied it, his face eerily blank, before he said,

“What is this?”

“Just some new products,” said Madelyn as she dropped her hands, “Getting y/n’s points up.”

“I thought we agreed,” Homelander continued, “That you wouldn’t touch her.”

“The board decided-“

“And I decided,” Homelander interrupted, “That this,” he pointed at the poster, “Would not happen.”

He walked over to you and grabbed your arm. When he noticed you wince he loosened his grip but didn’t let go. Instead he pulled you against his chest and turned you around to look back at the poster. You wrinkled your nose and it and Homelander bent don’t and whispered in your ear,

“Don’t worry. You’ve always got me.”

A flash of red light caused you to immediately close your eyes. There was a yelp of shock and the sudden smell of burning. You heard Madelyn sigh from behind you and when you opened your eyes the poster was destroyed. The marketing guys were cowering in the corner but Homelander ignored them. Instead he scooped you into his arms and marched out of the door.

“We’ll be discussing this later.” Madelyn called

“No we won’t.” Homelander yelled back

He didn’t put you down until he was back in you room. You could feel your face burning the entire journey, people staring at you as Homelander carried you like a child. When you got back to your room he gently put you on your bed before burying his face against your stomach. You put your hand on his head and laced your fingers through his hair.

“I shouldn’t have let them do that,” Homelander’s voice was muffled against your stomach, “You were gone and I panicked.”

“I’ll always be here.” You muttered softly

“I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t.”

“Shh,” you closed your eyes as you relaxed against the pillows, “I’m here. They haven’t hurt me.”

Homelander looked up at you, his eyes glowing faintly red. You both knew that wasn’t entirely true. You felt the corners of your mouth twitch as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“I’ll kill them all if they ever did,” he said as he held your hand and laced your fingers together, “All of them. I don’t care how many bodies there’ll be as long as you’re happy.”

“You don’t need-“

“I will,” he squeezed you hand, “Remember what they did to us? We’re all we have. Remember that.”

You sighed and nodded.

“I do,” you said softly, knowing that he was right, “I do.”

#fanfiction #the boys #reader insert #request #homelander #homelander x reader

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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There was a Girl...

Pairing | Jace Wayland x reader

Summary | When Clary becomes a shadowhunter, she notices how cold and ruthless Jace is. Every one seems to relate to his pain, not resonating at quite the same level. They’re all mourning nevertheless.

Warnings | Mentions of death, brief smut (handjob), angst, heartbreak, unrequited feelings (for Clary)

Requested ✖️

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Opening your eyes, you awoke to Jace's chest, his blonde hair falling over his face. You preferred how it looked when it was a little bit scruffy instead of slicked back, and you reached for one of the hanging strands. They were like seams of gold, reflecting from the light that hid within him.

Most people had the wrong perspective on the young man, they only saw a well skilled shadow hunter. But they ignored the smart and witty, yet simultaneously charming person that he was underneath all of his runes. His parabatai Alec was familiar with the set of abilities that his brother figure had, and all that he would accomplish. People thought, because of Jace’s distorted, and confusing past, that he was just another warrior to serve whatever institute that he was sent to.

But in fact, he was not. His duty would always be, to put his family and friends first. He liked to put you on the top of the list, but you always felt the need to scrap that idea, claiming that you could not be his priority from start to finish. It was as though you knew what you future held for you, and how indeed, he could not manage to protect every person that he cared about. The prospect was a great responsibility, far too much for one shadow hunter, even if they be among the best of their kind.

To put such a weight on your own shoulders was defiantly cruel, it would always end in failure, no matter what was done to prevent said downfall. There was never a possibility of saving everyone, that was insanity. The monsters had to kill, in order for you all to remain outside of Idris, and continue on with your heaven sent duty.

“Jace?” You could tell he was awake from how he smiled at the sound of your voice. “Come on.” It was an attempt to encourage him, but you were quick to realise that it wasn’t working. He didn’t like mornings all that much, for good reason too, after all you were shadowhunters.

“Jace.” Your voice became louder and clearer, up to the point where it no longer sounded like your own. He looked away from the screen, to see the new girl watching him. She had an expectant glaze to her green eyes, which were much different from the shield that was covering his own. His pools were surrounded by a shadow of grief, pulling down the entirety of his face to the point where it looked as though he no longer wanted to live.

And that wasn’t entirely incorrect, he struggled at life, often never finding a moment of happiness, and if he did, then he would paint a smile upon his face and wear it to satisfy everyone else around. He had tried to cope with the loss that burdened his heart so gravely, yet nothing made it feel okay. You’d want him to move on, whether it be to lose his vengeful esteem concerning your passing, or find someone else to confide in late at night, to stay up with talking as his head rested upon the pillow, that he needed to wash, so it didn’t smell like you.

Or even, if not to share a bed with this new person, your overall plan as you sat with the angels above would be to find some kind of peace. But that appeared to be the last thing that he wanted as he digitally scoured the city of New York for monsters to uncover, and kill. If he couldn’t protect you, the love of his life, then he would settle for doing so with humans, after all, that had been the way that you had gone. The job had been your passion, yet simultaneously your downfall, and he’d be fine if one of these days he failed to tackle a beast, and it got to him first.

“Clary.” He greeted her, wanting to remove a dangerous monster from the streets by decapitating it. In memory, he would use your favourite blade, spilling blood upon its glowing stake to keep your legacy continuing, although, it did not do much but serve to release Jace’s frustrations. It was a day in which he wanted to speak to nobody, have nobody following him, nor asking him mundane questions about what it meant to be a shadowhunter. Hell, he didn’t even know! To him, the lifestyle was nothing more than accommodated anguish, though, he had been told not to promote it using those words, otherwise, there wouldn’t exactly be many people lining up to join the adverse fight.

And one of the people that he had in mind concerning excitement over a dire and ‘exciting’ lifestyle was Clary. She was naive, and whilst she didn’t know everything, today wasn’t particularly the day in which he wished to explain it to her. It, being predominantly anything. Whilst he had managed to be nice to her during the first few days, it was out of courtesy, considering Alec had an instant distaste towards the wide eyed redhead; he wasn’t sure why, but he supposed that Clary could see a detail of himself that was hidden from the others.

However, even through Jace’s welcoming exterior, was in pain. The feeling tormented him, denying him a break from the patronising pressure, leaving him to hold blame to nobody but himself. The hurt was cemented into his eyes, reflecting as he watched all other tragedies with a stone cold expressions, them hardly affecting him, because he had and was experiencing the worst routine of torture that was possible to him. He had watched you die, and nothing could take those horrific memories from him, no matter how much he wanted them gone.

That was the last time that he saw you. When you passed in his arms, a large wound in your abdomen pouring out with blood, drowning his desperate hands as he tried his utmost to put pressure on the life threatening injury. He wanted to save you but he didn’t know how, his training had always claimed that killing the monsters was more important than saving the life of a shadowhunter from an unknown bloodline. There had been nothing to prepare him for that day in the field, he was a fighter, and taught to be so, not a healer; he wasn’t a medic, he was just a warrior. “What do you want?” Blatantly fell from his round lips as he cast an eye towards the newbie, unimpressed by her timing, or her presence at all.

Clearly, she hadn’t received the memo to leave him be, especially today out of all the rest. Alec, having the personalised intel as to why Jace was emitting a solitary rut understood why he wished to be alone, and respected the space, granting him as much time to himself as he wanted. And whilst Alec was your friend also, he could feel the deep longing that was stabbing his parabatai in the chest, and it killed him too. Your death had been so unexpected, and now without you, there was a void within the institute. And the archer felt as though Clary was trying to fill it, and he saw that as nothing more than disrespect, though she was probably ignorant to the history that wandered the halls.

Her face revelled back at his tone, but nevertheless she continued on with her prying. “I was wondering if I could join you on the hunt, I’m getting better, Izzy even said so.” Jace refrained from rolling his eyes, and contained the feeling that was trying to burst out of his chest. It was anger, directed at everyone that was still alive, including himself. There was no fairness in it, to say that he was sad was an understatement, he was eternally devastated, the death of you had broken him, crumbled him into a figure that he no longer recognised.

“No, you can’t Clary.” He dismissed her, walking away, and going to grab his seraph so that he could hunt this sucker down, and bring upon the same kind of pain to its family as its kind had down to him. God, did you look badass as you swung it, and the thought alone had tears resonating in his unmatched eyes, thinking of how it was the last relic that remained of you.

Walking casually into the armoury, Jace had his hands prized in the depths of his pockets, as his expert and quick fleeting eyes focalised on you, and the weapon within your hold. Your body leant in harmony with the blade, the sound of it woosh-img in the air satisfying to all that could hear; that being only you and the Wayland boy.

“Can i not train in peace?” You groaned, lowering the blade whence you realised that you were being watched. The eyes trailed up your side where your shirt had ridden up, raking over the rune that you had drew upon your skin only this morning. A light laugh fell from Jace’s lips as he stalked forward, taking your seraph out of your hand, and going to lob it upon the ground, but the stern look in your eyes stopped him. Instead, against his nature, he placed it down as though it were made of glass, and rose to stand before you once more.

“Not when you look that good.” The blonde retorted with a sly smirk, sliding his hands up the sides of your hips, finding absolute solace in the feel of your skin. He could be against you forever, and he would not complain, so long as it did last for such a time. “Makes me want to do things to you y/n y/l/n. Terrible things. What would the heads think?” He asked, in reference to those that were in charge of the institute.

Stifling down remarked laughter at his sensually intended words, you raised your forefinger to the space above his brows, and poked him with enough pressure, so that he would pay attention to the notion. “That you’re not thinking with your own.” You went to cross your arms, but instead, Jace grabbed them, moving down to cast his hand over your own.

“Oh, I’m not.” The shadowhunter confirmed, placing your hand upon the crotch of his sweats, applying enough force behind his grip so that you could feel him twitching. “I am indeed having thoughts from elsewhere, would you like to see my sweet?” Licking your lips, you nodded, watching as he peeled the layer away, wrapping your hand around his base, and giving him a few jerks, feeling his pulse race through his cock.

“Tell me more about what you’re thinking my love.” You bit your bottom lip, fluttering your eyelashes up at him, only to reverberate a groan from the blonde male. He panted as your pace quickened, and he was almost certain that he was going to spray his jizz all over the floor if you did not uphold your sexual administrations. His head leant back, as pleasured sounds broke through the clenching of his teeth.

And then, it all stopped as a voice, dressed in absolute disgust, written over with unmotivated shock, interrupted your little exchange. “Really guys, this is a gym, not your damned bedroom. The two of you really are disgusting!” It was Alec, and he cringed at the fact that he had seen his best friend’s cock being stroked in your grasp. Yeah, he wasn’t going to be training today, or at least, not in the asserted place for it.

“Clary.” Izzy called her name, wearing a short lived smile. Whence she studied the expression of the redhead, she was quick to pay attention to the disappointment upon her face. There was confusion laddered in her skin, masking it with creased that made her look worried all at the same time. “What happened?” The Lightwood woman asked concerned, bracing a hand upon said girl’s shoulder.

“Jace snapped at me.” The newcomer informed her, frowning at the prospect, and then after all that, he had stormed off, as though she didn’t even matter. She felt well and truly rejected, like a newspaper that had been tossed in the street, and ending up in a horrible puddle. “I thought he might have liked me, but his attitude says otherwise.”

Izzy twitched her nose; she knew what day it was. There was no way to break it to Clary easy that Jace had no amorous emotions towards her, and so instead of being blunt with the new resident at the institute, she decided to tell the woman a story. “There was a girl...” she began, knowing that after all was explained, that Clary would understand.

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ourloveisforthelovely · 3 years

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The Monster Within (one shot)

Fenrir Greyback AU

Summary: Every monster has a beginning. There is always something that pushed someone over the edge. Your death was the catalyst in Fenrir Greyback becoming the monster that he is known to be. Its time to say goodbye to the human and hello to the monster within.

Pairings: Fenrir Greyback x Reader

Rating: M- angst and violence

Song in the beginning. Say You’ll Haunt Me by Stone Sour

Liev Schreiber as Fenrir Greyback

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Say you wanna stay. You want me too, say you’ll never die you’ll always haunt me. I want to know I belong to you. Say you’ll haunt me.

“It doesn’t matter what you are. I love you...I’ll always love you.”

The words echoed through Fenrir’s mind as he looked down at your massacred body with wide pain-filled eyes. It didn’t matter what he was...until now. This moment, this cruel soul-splitting moment, where a good man officially became a monster.

Attacking and killing the one loving person that had given him a chance (not caring about his “condition”) was enough to let the monster inside begging to be let out of its cage and take control. Was it completely his fault? Fenrir would never know because now he didn’t care. He was done trying. Trying was too difficult and no longer did Fenrir care about another living creature on the planet.

Looking down at your now cold blue lips, Fenrir shivered in rage as he leaned down for one final kiss. No longer were your lips warm and inviting. Your eyes no longer shone with lively innocence that kept your borderline homicidal boyfriend on a straight path. Now, they were stagnant and forever set in an expression of pain and agony.

You looked like Sleeping Beauty lying in the hospital bed. The healer, after pronouncing you dead, pulled the sheet up to your neck and closed your eyes. She didn’t say a word to Fenrir but the old woman couldn’t bear to look at the deep slash wounds that raked down your chest or the bite marks that cut a huge chunk of your neck away from the bone. What had once been an attractive-looking young woman with vintage charm was now just another casualty.

The healer knew the moment that Fenrir carried you into the hospital moments before that you wouldn’t make it. She had seen werewolf attacks and they never turned out good. You were to be just another number...another name added to the list killed by a monster. No one would see you again as the daughter of a prominent member of the Ministry for Magic or the sweet girl who dressed herself as a princess...nope...you were a girl killed by a werewolf that appeared to be nameless.

It's the boyfriend…

The healer knew that Fenrir was the wolf that killed you. She could see the guilt in his eyes. Once again, the healer had seen enough werewolf attacks over the years to know just who was guilty. She had seen plenty of werewolf lovers drag their dead darlings corpses into the hospital begging for help to do her a lifetime...you were just another number on an ongoing list.

He was furious with himself, the universe that hated him, and you. Why did you go outside the night before? You knew better! 3 years with a werewolf for a lover was more than enough time to know that staying indoors was imperative. It was the one rule that Fenrir sat down when the two of you became a couple...and you blatantly disobeyed.

“I’ll never love again.”

It was a cold promise but again Fenrir didn’t care. He was going to fall apart and enjoy every second of doing so. It was time to give in to the urges that had been screaming at him since his infection in childhood. He wouldn’t care about his looks. Who did he have to stay handsome for? His morals were now shot to hell and Fenrir didn’t care.

Being a monster would be all that mattered now. If he had to suffer then there would be people suffering with him. If Fenrir could savage his one true love then he would be able to kill anyone else with little to no sympathy. What would another life matter? Obviously, yours mattered little to the universe so no one else would matter to him.

“I’m sorry, darling. I never meant for things to be this way. It looks like you were wrong after all. I am a monster and that is just how things have to be.”

It was the last truly human feeling that Fenrir Greyback would ever have again. He fought the urge to kiss you again. Fenrir knew that if he kissed you once more...he would fall apart. That couldn’t happen. It was time to be cold and cruel.

Cold and cruel people don’t cry over lost loved ones…

“It's all your fault. I knew that I never should have let Y/n be with you...I begged her not to but she insisted...she said you were a good man...now look what you've done to my sweet angel...you’ve torn her apart.”

Fenrir’s head snapped up to see your grief-stricken father. Snarling, Fenrir wanted nothing more than to rip the old man’s head off. He was already well aware that your death was his fault and didn’t need to be reminded of it.

“I never meant to hurt her, foolish man.”

“ But you did…I trusted you.”

Fenrir again snarled before grabbing a hold of your father and slamming him against the wall. Still partially under the effects of the full moon, Fenrir’s superhuman strength was still ever-present. He smirked at the expression of fear on the old man’s face.

Exactly what I want.

“That was your first mistake, you foolish old man. Now you’ll be reunited with your precious daughter.”

Before your father could react, Fenrir wrapped his large hand around the older man's neck and squeezed tightly. Your father kicked pathetically but he was no match for the monster of a man that held him.

Fenrir watched emotionlessly. This was exactly what he wanted. He felt nothing. Watching the light leave your father’s eyes offered no pain, sorrow, or guilt. In fact, Fenrir only wanted the man to die faster. Reaching out, Fenrir grabbed the scalpel that lay on the table to his left.

“Die already, you bore me.”

Before another word could be uttered, Fenrir slashed your father’s neck, ending the life of a second person for the night. Fenrir let the body fall before casually stepping over him as if the other man was merely dirt. He looked back at your body, this time feeling hollow and empty.

“Goodbye, my darling.

Walking out of the hospital, it was time to cause chaos and havoc. It was time to say goodbye to the humans and hello to the monster. This night...Fenrir forever gave in to the monster within

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BonelyHearts: Match up! Pt3

MBTI matching! [note this is just MY interpretation of match ups, this is for fun if I feel I mixed somethings up please let me know gently don’t get mad. Date who you want when the game comes out. Also forgot to mention it in the last post but each personality is getting 4 skeletons to pick, I’d do more but…again you date who you wanna date]

Sentinels:

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ISTJ: Ah, Logicians the critical thinkers of the world, the detectives, judges, lawyers and military minds of the world. Strong and dependable, despite being quiet you excel in organization. You thrive on the feeling knowing you’ll be there for others, you manage everything with microscopic precision. You have standards that never waver, the rock that a group can easily take hold of.

Your boys are: Boss, Nox, Papyrus and Poplar. Why these four?

Boss: Finally someone who can keep a tight ship, someone who can organize the pasta not just by name but by country, origin and even by the people who invented it. Your vast unwavering personality astounds him, though quiet he likes it. He’s tired of all those loud morons in the house.

Papyrus: He may be loud but even he is also a skeleton with standards, your close observation of all things makes him giddy. He finds it adorable [and extremely helpful] when you start managing the lazy skeletons in the house with a firm yet gentle hand. He strongly approves!

Nox: A mind like yours is just what he wants, you keep things in line, never wavering and you take full responsibility for your actions unlike some others he won’t mention. It tickles him on the inside when you look at his selection of coffee and list off all the beautiful traits of each bag from his Madagascar dark roast to his Sumatran blend. Finally a true connoisseur of the finer things.

An lastly;

Poplar: Your utterly adorable! Your organization, your standards, your deep thrust for all things factual is just so cute! He loves how you manage to organize your time between him and Chicken [his cat for those who just joined] and when you helped put away groceries you remembered where all the pasta goes. Your just the sweetest!

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ISFJ: Whose this? Why its the resident Defender, your there with a bowl of soup, first aid kit and open arms. There’s nothing you won’t do to protect those you love, you handle change with ease. Your the one who works at the animal shelters, your the doctor/nurse who works to heal the sick. Your that person raising money for a good cause, you strive for perfection and are very meticulous.

Your boys are: Papyrus, Blue, Sans and Ash. Why these boys?

Papyrus: Like you need to ask, he can already tell a future Royal Doctor when he sees one! Your eagerness to help the injured and downtrodden shines through! He knows when he’s out on the battle field he can depend on you to be there, brandishing a shield for justice! [an showing compassion for the enemy, he knows your not heartless]

Blue: Your utter devotion to others is a wonder, he’s never seen a human quite like you! You’d throw yourself in front of a moving train to save a helpless kitten, though he sees it admirable he rather you not do that…but he commends your tenacity. After all….he’d do the same thing…especially if you were the kitten.

Sans: He gets you, he see’s your devotion to helping others. Your almost like his brother and he finds it cool…but he also finds it very attractive, but he wants to make sure you don’t go overboard. He knows you’ll give the clothes off your back for the sick but there’s no way he’ll let someone take advantage of that kindness.

An lastly;

Ash: …..He needs a healer, he’s been through so much..you can see it too. You make sure he takes his time and gets better at his own pace, you’ll stay at his side, making sure doesn’t overdo anything even if its his garden. You’re arms holding him…..they feel like angel wings…your his saving grace.

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ESTJ: Strict as a line, following traditions down to a T? Yep, the Executives are here, you are a master at managing things but its people you manage the best. You pull people together, you have a strong sense of dignity, they thrive on bringing others together whether it be communities or families, they fight tooth and nail to defend their beliefs and have a strong sense of right and wrong.

Your boys are: Boss, Nox, Papyrus and Blue. Why these boys?

Boss: Organizing people? Perfect he’s got someone that’ll help put his lazy brother [and equally lazy cousins] in their place. Your certainly worth your salt in your convictions, thats a trait he can get behind, a never backdown attitude is so hard to come by these days.

Nox: If he’s not around he can rely on you to manage his brother with ease, he fully agree’s that people worth their salt are to be respected but you my dear…your worth is not in salt but in gold. Your not afraid to put your foot down, you won’t back down from a threat..an that’s something he finds more alluring then a perfect cup of his best coffee….almost.

Papyrus: Traditions are hard to keep in this day and age, he does find your abrasivness a bit strong at times but that can be remedied with time and patients. He will however want you to be careful with the feelings of some of the skeletons but there’s nothing you and this skeleton can’t do when you work as a team!

An lastly;

Blue: Finally someone who can help him out when things get tough, sure he can talk to the others but you…you get down to business without a second thought! You manage everything nicely and though you may come off as a bit…scary he actually finds it your best quality…[just in case Mothman is a bit aggressive he can rely on you to settle him down]

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ESFP: Who’s that cheering for you in the background? Why its the Consul! Yes this is the resident cheerleader of the personalities, they’re the ones who shine in the party. Though similar to their diplomat cousins they’re built on Law and Order more then a moral compass. But they have a true altruistic view of the world and want to push everyone to greatness, especially when they take the lead.

Your boys are: Papyrus, Blue, Poplar and Sans. Why these boys?

Papyrus: Striving for greatness? Making sure others achieve their greatness along the way?! YES! Your a match for this loving skeleton, you hit all his standards dead center! Not only do you shine in the spotlight you more then happy to share it with him and others too. You are just like him in all the best ways, he approves!

Blue: Life of the party?! ALRIGHT! This skeleton loves nothing more then being the center of attention, dedicated to also helping others he finds your energy on par with his. He’d love throwing little parties in the backyard with you and playing games till the sun rises. You are his match in this surface heaven.

Poplar: He needs a cheerleader not for him but his brother, he loves that you’ll help him cheer on his brother when he’s down. Your warm dedication to helping those who are down and out is wonderful, its so hard to find good, honest people wanting to help for the right reasons. He likes that quite a lot.

An lastly;

Sans: A bit odd but hear it out, he may seem lazy and apathetic but he does love a good party too especially when he’s telling jokes. You throwing a party for someone who had a very bad day and doing everything in your power to make them smile does his soul good. He finds it admirable you’d do what it takes to make someone laugh and cheer them up when down.

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[A reminder, this is ‘my’ interpretation of match ups and each personality doesn’t adhere to its category. Date who you want in the game, this is all for fun and enjoyment! This is for @bonelyheartsclub and I hope you all enjoy it, the last group is the Exploers next.]

#undertale #fanfic #bonely hearts club

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Wizards Hearts Recs: Holiday Fic

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 East of Eden by WriteSprite Rated: Explicit Words: 41,122 Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Parseltongue, Dirty Talk, Rimming, Biting, Drinking Games Summary: When Harry receives a dodgy brochure for an island vacation, he isn't sure he should attend. After a bit of a push, he decides to go for it and winds up spending the week in paradise. At least it would be, if it weren't for that pesky blond git. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Take My Hand by daisymondays Rated: Explicit Words: 12814 Tags: Summer, Summer Romance, Pining, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, First Kiss, Drinking Games, Harry Potter Has Dimples, Draco Malfoy Can't Cope, Fluff, Sharing a Bed, Auror Partners, Draco Has Feels To Spare, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Flirting, Friends to Lovers, Meddling Friends, Touching, Soooo Much Touching, HP: EWE Summary: Draco has long resigned himself to pining after Harry... that is until an invite on the annual Ministry holiday gives him a chance to change everything. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 December Never Felt So Wrong by MaesterChill Rated: Explicit Words: 50001 Tags: Post-Hogwarts, Angst, Mystery, time skip, 00's Music Sung Badly, Fluff, Amnesia, A niffler, 25 Days of Draco and Harry 2018, curse magic, Knitting, Sex, Cuddles, Blow Jobs, First Time Sex, wanking, Advent Fic, Christmas, Magical Artifacts, Falling In Love, Magical Theory, drarry dads, Rimming, Memory Loss, A tiny bell, Sharing a Bed, Dad Jokes, Cursed objects Summary: 'Twas the month before Christmas and sixteen year old Draco Malfoy had never felt worse. His attempts to kill Dumbledore were failing and, as usual, Harry Fucking Potter was a constant thorn in his side. All that suddenly changed when Draco woke up 15 years in the future and discovered that not only was he allegedly shagging Harry Fucking Potter, he also had thinning hair and a five year old son, and no fucking clue how he got there. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Tell Me the End at the Beginning by harryromper Rated: Teen and Up Words: 36591 Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, St Mungo's Hospital, Healer Draco Malfoy, Auror Harry Potter, Auror Hermione Granger, Christmas, Christmas Tree, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Christmas Presents, Christmas Decorations, 25 Days of Harry and Draco, Food Hall Turkeys, Advent Calendar, Healer Luna Lovegood, Kreacher, Minor Neville Longbottom/Ginny Weasley, Yule Logs, Misheard Christmas carols Summary: St Mungo’s is the last place anyone wants to spend the festive season. Harry finds himself there anyway. Or: Harry's an Auror suspended from duty, Malfoy's wearing the hell out of three-piece suits, Hermione is entirely over everything, and Kreacher just wants to be left alone to decorate for Christmas. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Too Cold Outside (For Angels to Fly) by gracerene Rated: Explicit Words: 62688 Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Post-Hogwarts, Creature Fic, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Veela Draco Malfoy, Veela (Harry Potter), Auror Partners, Auror Harry Potter, Auror Draco Malfoy, Aurors, Case Fic, Murder Mystery, Mild Gore, Advent Calendar, Christmas, Drinking, Scotland, United Kingdom, Muggle London, POV Alternating, Coffee Shops, Past Character Death, Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Minor Dean Thomas/Ginny Weasley, Crime Fighting, Duelling, Burns, Blood and Injury, Bars and Pubs, Getting Together, Romance, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Bisexual Harry Potter, Gay Draco Malfoy, Anal Sex, Riding, Shower Sex, Hand Jobs, 25 Days of Harry and Draco, 25 Days of Harry and Draco 2019, Switching, Wings, Wing Kink, Veela Mates, Mating Bond, Anal Fingering, Bonding, Dirty Talk Summary: The Auror Department and the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures are working to create a new division partnering human wizards and Magical Beings in order to more effectively police crime involving any and all classifications of Magical Creature. Auror Harry Potter jumps at the chance to join the pilot programme, but he starts to regret his rashness when he discovers who he's to be partnered with: Draco Malfoy. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 If the Fates Allow by Saras_Girl Rated: Mature Words: 80957 Tags: N/A Summary: What's that crackling in the walls? Harry has no clue at all. He'll eat some cake and drink some wine Because he is completely FINE. --A story about life's disregard for our plans. [2017 advent story] ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 A New Peace by MalenkayaCherepakha Rated: Explicit Words: 5566 Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Semi-Public Sex Summary: Of all the people Draco expected to walk into his cafe in Muggle London, Harry Potter was not one of them. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 flashback, warm nights by warmfoothills Rated: Mature Words: 13068 Tags: Deathly Hallows AU, or more specifically, the godric’s hollow christmas shitshow of 1997, but with ron and draco!, and no snake-animated corpses!, instead:, Grand theft auto, a lot of blood, teenage fugitives, a time loop, Horcrux Hunting, one psychopathic quinquagenarian, Bodily Injuries, the ~power of love, Breaking and Entering, hospital food, questionable headwear, kissing in the backseat, kissing in the freezer aisle, Kissing in the Snow Summary: “What’s killing me is that I actually quite fucking like Christmas, festival-for-a-personally-irrelevant-religion-turned-commercialised-garbage-holiday though it may be, and now I’m stuck in the perpetual almost-there of it all with an idiot who gets himself cut up every time no matter how differently I try and do things!” “Killing you?” Potter asks. “I thought I was the one who’s about to get my torso sliced into?” ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 All Must Draw Near by Saras_Girl Rated: Mature Words: 61080 Tags: N/A Summary: Harry doesn't have time for rumours; he has a shop to run. Which is just as well, really. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 With A Little Help From Hermione by naarna Rated: Teen and Up Words: 6983 Tags: N/A Summary: Secret Santa at Hogwarts with every House participating in the name of unity... And Hermione suddenly finds herself in the position of a matchmaker. ❤️ Read on Fanfiction.net

📜 Faint Indirections by ignatiustrout Rated: Teen and Up Words: 29793 Tags: University, Wizarding World of the United States of America, Americans, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Librarian Harry Potter, Harry Potter Has a Pet Snake, Parselmouth Harry Potter, College Student Draco Malfoy, Redeemed Draco Malfoy, Anxious Harry Potter, Baby Gay Draco Malfoy, Bisexual Harry Potter, Friendship, Family Dinners, Halloween parties, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Romance, Misunderstandings, Internalized Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, H/D Fan Fair 2019, Secondary Theme: Book Fair Summary: Draco Malfoy is the last person Harry expects to turn up in Boston, Massachussetts. But now he's here, and he won't stop requesting books from the library where Harry works. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The 12 Dates of Draco by Drarryismymuse (Hatchersn) Rated: Explicit Words: 16808 Tags: 12 Days of Christmas, Light Angst, Christmas Smut, Anal Sex Summary: Holiday dialing, desperate attempts at reconciliation, and 12 blind dates with Draco Malfoy... oh my! OR The day Harry just can't seem to get past. But what is the universe trying to tell him? And when did Draco Malfoy get so bloody fit? He's got 12 days to figure it out. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Christmas Is For Sex (and Love), So Give It To Me by GoldenTruth813 Rated: Explicit Words: 53218 Tags: PWP, Established Relationship, Christmas, Bondage, misuse of frosting, making gingerbread houses, coming without touching, Blowjobs, Fingering, anal penetration, Rimming, misuse of fairy lights, Praise Kink, Nipple Clamps, erotic massages, Lingerie, Harry in Lingerie, Butt Plugs, Masterbation, Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Topping from the Bottom, Ice Play, misuse of snowballs, misuse of brandy custard, veritasium, Public Sex, misuse of christmas candles, Wax Play, floating blow jobs, bubble baths, Candy Canes, misuse of candy canes, sex with feelings, Clubbing, naughty letters, babysitting teddy, Edging, healing past trauma, really so much more than sex, but lots of sex too, spiked hot cocoa, Drunk confessions, Anal penetration with a foreign object, french!draco, Switching Summary: Draco buys Harry an Advent House, intent on helping Harry create all new holiday memories, and have a lot of great sex in the process. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 As it Should Be by leo_draconis Rated: Mature Words: 5670 Tags: N/A Summary: It's Christmas Eve, and Draco's world has just shattered around him. Will a Christmas miracle give him a second chance? ❤️ Read on LJ

📜 Dream by the Fire by GallifreyisBurning Rated: Mature Words: 11431 Tags: Fluff, Christmas Fluff, Non-Explicit Sex, No Angst, seriously no angst whatsoever, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Coffee Shop Owner Harry Potter, Writer Draco Malfoy, Tattooed Draco Malfoy, Magical Tattoos, Memory Magic, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Wizarding History (Harry Potter), Friends to Lovers Summary: When Draco Malfoy resurfaces in England after eight years abroad—tattooed, pierced, and wanting to take over a corner of Harry's coffee shop to work on a writing project—Harry can't help but be intrigued. Where has he been? What is he working on? Why here? And why does he have to look so stupidly hot with all those tattoos? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The best Christmas he ever had by gnarf Rated: Teen And Up Words: 1965 Tags: Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Party, Post-War, Fred Weasley Lives, Christmas at the Burrow (Harry Potter), Mutual Pining, Drinking, Dancing, Family Feels Summary: Christmas had never been less appealing to him than this year. That was until Arthur Weasley showed up at his door, dressed as Santa, inviting him to the Burrow. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The One Where Ginny Keeps a Secret, Sort of by Theartfulldodger Rated: Teen And Up Words: 4039 Tags: Fluff, Christmas, Established Relationship, Non-Linear Narrative, Group Vacation Summary: Harry is determined to have a good time with Ginny and Pansy for a trip to NYC over the winter holidays, even if Draco can't join them. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Adventures in Truth and Texting by fluxweed Rated: Explicit Words: 7981 Tags: Texting, Drunk Texting, Sexting, Veritaserum, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Auror Harry Potter, Drinking, Christmas, Advent Fic, Awkwardness, everyone has phones, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE Summary: Former Death Eaters are being targeted with a Veritaserum curse – it’s permanent, and makes victims speak aloud their every thought. Luckily, it’s easier to control when writing – and Hermione is trying to introduce Muggle technology to the wizarding world. An advent fic featuring texting, identity struggles, and a Draco Malfoy who will literally not stop talking. ❤️ Read on AO3

#holiday #vacation #drarry #drarry rec #game of drarry #wizards hearts #wh masterlist

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Hi Steph!!! Hope you're doing fine and well!!I've jumped back into the Johnlock fandom and rewatched it again! I'm looking for fics to do with Sherlock being drugged, a drug addict, crazy, insane or trapped in his mind palace. That's about it, thank you!! Take care!

Hey Nonny!

Ahh, welcome back to the fandom, Lovely!! <3 I hope I can help you out!

For Drug fics, I have these lists here:

Self Harm, Danger Nights, and Drugs

Drugs and Drugging Pt 2

Realistic Drugs/Drug Rehab

As for mind palace fics, I’m going to use this opportunity to post up a list of fics relating to Sherlock’s mind palace, just because I did actually start tagging fics with it, so I wanna actually use it, LOL. Feel free, my lovelies, to add your own fics for this or anything Nonny is looking for! Hope y’all like what I got for y’all!

SHERLOCK’S MIND PALACE

A Perfect Figure by ecb327 (K, 622 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, First Person POV Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Introspection, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Light Angst) – Sherlock build a spot in his mind palace for John.

Once Upon A Time by ProfessorSquirrell (T, 908 w., 1 Ch. || Family, Snippets of Life, Romance, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Implied Drug Use, Angst with Happy Ending) – There is a room in Sherlock's mind palace where nothing gets deleted. And it looks like this...

Sherlock's Mind Palace by Valkyrie Of The Dead (K+, 1,091 w., 1 Ch. || Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Deaths, Self Reflection) – Sherlock needs to change his mind-palace once again. He had hoped he wouldn't, he had thought he wouldn't, because they were invincible, weren't they?

Ode to a Well-Worn Chair by hogwartswitch (G, 1,274 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TSo3, John’s Chair, Angst, Love Confessions, Mind Palace) – Takes place the night Sherlock left John's wedding early. Why did he move John's chair and where did he move it?

The Simple Separation Will Not Come Between Us by The Circus (T, 1,278 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, MCD, Violence, Heavy Angst, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Prose) – The choice is simple. Real, and No John. Or Not Real, and John. For a prompt that says 'John dies and Sherlock loses himself in his Mind Palace’

Upon This Throne by ifonlynotnever (T, 1,773 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-TRF, Angst, Romance, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Introspection, Imagery, Pining Sherlock, Drug Use, Passage of Time) – Inside Sherlock's mind is a Palace. Inside the Palace are many rooms. Within the largest room is the Throne. Upon the Throne sits the King.

The Three-Word Tin Collection by TheBookshelfDweller (K, 1,885 w., 1 Ch. || First Person Sherlock POV, Mild Pining, Angst, Romance, Hiatus) – What happens when Sherlock has to store the things he wants to say to John while deconstructing Moriarty's web, but the Mind palace proves an inadequate place to store them?

Duvet (green) by Mazarin221b (G, 2,021 w., 1 Ch. || Post-THoB, Mind Palace, Revelations, First Kiss) – Sherlock recalibrates and restructures his mind palace so it looks like 221b. What he chooses to put in John's room is a bit of a surprise, and a revelation.

A Room of One's Own by whitchry9 (K+, 2,174 w., 5 Ch. || S2 Timeline, Hurt/Comfort, Supernatural, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Coma, John Whump, Worried Sherlock, POV John, Angst, Friendship/Bromance, Hospital) – When a severe head injury lands John in a coma, somehow he ends up in Sherlock's mind palace. It's actually pretty nice there, and John is entertaining the notion of staying there, rather than returning to his broken body. But Sherlock isn't taking it as well, and John can feel him breaking around him.

Heart's a Mess by svenjastrange (NR, 2,249 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Sherlock’s Mind Palace) – Sherlock's heart is a mess.

Green Carnation by glenien (T, 2,616 w., 1 Ch. || Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Meta-Fic, Angst and Fluff, Communication, Post-TAB) – John takes Sherlock home. Part 1 of It’s No Longer Eighteen Ninety-Five

The Trial of Sherlock Holmes by jenna221b (G, 3,015 w. across 3 works || TAB!lock, Metafic / TJLC, Victorian AU / 1895, Christmas, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Oscar Wilde) – Scripts based on speculation that Sherlock will be put on trial in The Abominable Bride to parallel the Oscar Wilde Trials of 1895.

Entanglement by orphan_account (G, 3,218 w., 1 Ch. || Confessions, Physics, Metaphors, Texting, Pining, Christmas, Mind Palace, Sick Fic, Fluff, Humour, Praise Kink) - On Christmas Eve, snow covers London, John visits Harry, and Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson untangle some knots.

Nineteen Seconds of Falling by EmmyAngua (T, 3,739 w., 1 Ch. || Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Falling in Love) – Sherlock spends exactly nineteen seconds zoned out after John asks him to be best man. He retreats to his mind palace in the desperate hope of figuring out what he wants, unfortunately for him his mind palace is full of people who keep trying to give him advice.

Jukebox by standbygo (T, 3,990 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Singing/Music, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Hurt/Comfort, Humour, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss) – After the music halls of Sherlock's mind palace get damaged by accident, John learns that Sherlock never forgets a song. Even the ones he'd rather forget. But the random singalong brings some unexpected benefits.

Sink Like a Stone by pennydreadful (T, 4,348 w., 1 Ch. || Angst / Dark, Cuddling/Snuggling) – After defeating Moriarty at the pool, life isn't quite the same around 221B Baker Street...it's more peaceful. And stranger.

Times Two by WhimsicalEthnographies (E, 5,595 w., 1 Ch. || Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Victorian John, Modern John, Sherlock has a Good Imagination, PWP, Bottomlock, Spitroasting) – “But you’re not that John…”“Of course I am,” John’s lips and mustache brush against Sherlock’s mouth as he talks. “All us Johns are that John, now. That John is in every room in your Palace.” He leans in for another messy kiss, tongue swirling all around the inside of Sherlock’s mouth. “In fact,” he moves to suck on the sensitive skin underneath Sherlock’s ear. “I think I hear him coming right now.”

The Death of Doubt by Gingerhermit (E, 6,584 w., 1 Ch. || Alternate Canon, BAMF John, POV Sherlock, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Hurt/Comfort, Angst/Drama, Meddling Mycroft) – Mycroft asks for John’s help in rescuing Sherlock from his Serbian captors.

Better Than Fiction by Irrevocably_Sherlocked (E, 6,813 w., 1 Ch. || Pining Sherlock, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Masturbation, BJ’s, First Time / Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Anal) – ...he opens his eyes, but instead of seeing John he is staring at his bedroom ceiling, the pale plaster a startling contrast from the scene in his head. It had felt so real. He can only imagine what the feel of John’s lips would be like, his taste. But luckily for him, he thinks with a smirk, he’s always had a brilliant imagination.

The Five Stages of Mourning, Plus One by SunnyRea (T, 10,557 w., 1 Ch. || MCD, Pining / Grieving Sherlock, URT, Heavy Angst, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Drug Use, Graphic Death, Depression, Unhappy Ending) – Sherlock did not want this, did not want another stalemate with John in the middle, a gun in Jim's hand. This cannot have happened without a sign. There has to be something he missed anything which said today is the day I kill for real.

Sherlock's Head, John's Heart by Altego (T, 17,252 w., 7 Ch. || Tragedy, Heavy Angst, Heavy Bromance, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Mary is Nice, Friendship) – After Mary dies, John tries to cope, and Sherlock blames himself but tries to make John understand how important John is in his life.

A Study In Auto-Signatures, Sniper Dolphins, and Sex Holidays by cwb (E, 32,689 w., 8 Ch. || Case Fic, Post S3, Evil Mary, Dev. Rel., Beach Holidays, Confused Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, Honeymoon, Epistolary, Bottomlock, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Secret Agents, BAMF!John) – John and Mary go on their sex holiday, and Sherlock is grumpy and pining about it. Part 1 of HOT DOLPHIN SEX

Hell Sent, Heaven Bound by ConsultingHound (M, 64,381 w, 16 Ch. || Angels / Demons AU || Fallen Angel Sherlock / Angel Cop John, Alternate First Meeting, Slow Burn, Case Fic, John & Lestrade are Friends Before Sherlock, BAMF John, Mind Palace John, Friends to Lovers, John in Denial, Sherlock Picks Out John’s Clothing, Clubbing / Dancing, Mildly Jealous John, Awkwardness, Kidnapping, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Sacrifice, Worried / Anxious Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Immortal to Mortal) – Ex-War healer and current angelic guard John Watson is not having the best day. He overslept, he’s underpaid, and now there’s someone tagging the Council’s building walls. However things may be about to get interesting: there’s an unusual stranger hanging around (the definition of tall, dark, and handsome), a literal underground cult is brewing, and rumblings are coming from hell. Can he keep his neighbourhood safe, how and why is he being connected to all this, and who the hell is Sherlock Holmes?

Being John Watson-ish by elwinglyre (E, 69,902 w., 17 Ch. || Bodysnatcher AU || Author John, Cranky Sherlock, Angst, Sexual Tension, First Kiss / Time, Falling in Love, BAMF John, Past Soldier John, Feelings, Inside Someone’s Brain, Shy Sherlock, Sherlock Loves John, POV Sherlock, Switchlock, Slow Burn, Internal Dialogue, Mental Turmoil) – When consulting detective Sherlock Holmes steps on one toe too many at a crime scene, he's consigned to a desk job in an archaic office on the seventh-and-a-half floor of the New Scotland Yard. It’s in this bleak office that Sherlock discovers a portal into the mind of renowned author John Watson. Grander than his mind palace, this new wonderland affords Sherlock new vistas of experimentation. To learn more about the mystery behind the portal, Sherlock seeks out and befriends Watson. But then it all goes wrong when others find the secret portal door—including the man whose brain he visits.

Not Broken, Just Bent by Schmiezi (E, 87,585 w., 43 Ch. || Pining, Love Confessions, Rape/Sexual Assault, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Villain!Mary, Suicidal Ideations, Main Character Death, Sherlock First Person POV, Parentlock, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Love Making, Possessiveness, Depression, PTSD, Kidnapping, Virgin Sherlock, Eventual Happy Ending) – "For a second, I allow myself to remember teaching John how to waltz. There is a special room in my mind palace for it. A big one, with a proper parquet dance floor. For a second, I go there. I remember holding him, closer than the World Dance Council asks for, excusing it with the fact that we are training for a wedding, not for a competition. For a second, I feel his hand on mine again, smell his sweat, hear the song we used. For a second, I allow myself to love him deeply. For a second, only a second, that love reflects on my face." Fix-it for S3, starting at the end of TSoT. Evil Mary.

The Bang and the Clatter by earlgreytea68 (M, 137,049 w., 37 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Baseball AU || Slow Burn / Dev. Rel., Possessive/Obsessive Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Mutual Pining, Body Appreciation, Depression, Closeted Sexuality, Family, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Ogling Each Other, Anxious Sherlock, Panic Attack, Drunkenness, Talk of Forever, Big Feelings™) – Sherlock Holmes is a pitcher and John Watson is a catcher. No, no, no, it's a baseball AU. Part 1 of Baseball

The Adventure of the Silver Scars by tangledblue (NR [M], 142,458 w., 41 Ch. || S3 Fix-It, Post-HLV/ Post-TAB / Canon Compliant, Case Fic, No Baby, Angst, Humour, UST, Slow Burn, Angry John, Reconciliation, Not Nice Mary / Leaving Mary, Dependent Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Caretaker John, Fist Fights, It’s An Experiment, Virgin Sherlock, Dancing, Drugging, John Whump, Pet Names, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Scars) – It’s been thirteen months since Mary shot Sherlock and John finds he’s still pissed off about it. Sherlock had thought everything was settled: John and Mary, domestic bliss. But when John turns up at Baker Street with suitcases, the world’s only consulting detective might not be prepared for the consequences. A new case. Some old scores to settle. Certain danger. Concertos, waltzes, and whisky.

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 years

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timeless - 04

PAIRING: medieval!james “bucky” barnes x reader

WARNINGS: sexual themes (18+)

A/N: alright children, shield ur eyes on this one. other than that, people over 18, have fun xx

NEXT CHAPTER

Y/N wasn’t entirely sure when she had fallen asleep but the grogginess present in her eyes as they opened to the sort of silent chambers where she was standing, still dressed in her gowns from last night. Looking at the clock hanging in the wall standing in front of her she realised she had overslept in a fantastic fashion meaning breakfast was already occurring and she was still dressed in last night’s clothing.

Quickly she got dressed in the first dress she came across, not worrying too much about fixing her hair and powdering her face as she started to run down the halls down towards the dinning area where most people were already happily sat, munching away at the beautiful treats set on the table by the staff. Luckily, everyone seemed to be more interested in a conversation going on which allowed the lady in waiting to sit down next to her princess and Eliza without much attention being called upon her. Odette gave her a warm smile, handing her a plate before happily continuing the chat she was having with her fiancé to be which gave Y/N the chance to yet again get lost in her own mind, eyes randomly wandering around the table, or at least she would tell herself it was randomly as in all honesty all her eyes wanted to settle on were on the Duke. Yet, differently from all other occasions were her gaze had graced him, he wasn’t looking at her or lost in his own mind, he was happily in a conversation with a rather beautifully dressed woman. Y/N had to admit that even her who didn’t give much thought to materialistic possessions, was jealous of how precious her gown and adorning jewels were, almost making her look like a angelic version of the ladies in poets’ and painters’ fantasies.

- That’s the King’s younger daughter, Princess Rosaline. - Eliza spoke almost with a whisper like quality, noticing how intent Y/N was on the happily speaking pair. - Whenever the Duke is on castle grounds she always comes to make a visit. I guess murder doesn’t scare her.

- Eliza. - Odette called out. - Don’t spread rumours around.

- You have to admit if there is someone who’s close to becoming Grand Dutchess of Addia it is Rosaline. She’s the only one whom he happily speaks with.

- It is not our business to comment on the Duke’s choices. - Odette gave her the gaze fit of a queen which made everyone and anyone shut up. Nevertheless, Y/N keep an unnoticeable gaze upon the duo, something she shouldn’t have done as once she looked, Rosaline’s hand was standing on top of his bicep as they chatted away. She felt her a burning feeling climb up her throat and if she didn’t know herself better, she would say she was jealous of the Princess of the Genoa. - Y/N, don’t listen to Eliza. Duke Barnes has never been linked to anyone since the death of his wife.

- Which he caused. - Eliza added, sipping on her tea. - And that was 5 years ago. Men can’t go 5 years without sticking it somewhere.

- Language. - Odette widened her eyes, looking around to see if anyone had heard them. - No more gossiping.

- Well, they certainly are ... friendly. - Y/N grabbed one of the knifes left of her plate to open the scone in her right hand. However, one shouldn’t try to look at what they’re trying to cut least not harm themselves. Y/N didn’t do that and in a flash of a second the fleshly sharpened knife sliced through the skin of her finger. She hissed as she let go of the knife and the pastry, holding onto her fingers to stop the small bleeding that came from her hand.

All eyes were on her, specially Duke Barnes who seemed to have been the first to look her way the moment the knife hit the porcelain of her dish. Odette and Eliza turned to look at her too but it was too late as she was already up on her feet, rushing out of the dinning hall filled with embarrassment. First she came in late and then she cut her finger with a small knife.

- Y/N! - James went after her, a fast pace that quickly caught up to her. - Are you alright?

- No, I’m not. I made a complete fool of myself, I disappointed my mother ... it just can’t get any worse can it?

- Come on, let’s clean that up. - with one arm tightly wrapped around her frame and his free hand clutching the handkerchief he had placed on her bloody hand, he guided the young woman towards one of the many bathrooms of the castle.

- Shouldn’t you be with Princess Rosaline? - she whispered, fretting someone would hear her while watching him sit down in front of her and leaning forward. Gently, he pulled her hand towards him, elbows on his knees, each muscle bending and flexing and relaxing , making it look like an hypnosis show if she wasn’t paying attention.

- She’s a smart woman but that’s where her charms end. - James muttered and she had forgotten that he was done cleaning the open wound until she felt the soft cotton of the bandages wrap around her finger slowly and tenderly as if it was full of love and care. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed and creased with concentration and his strong defined jaw stood tense due to something which Y/N couldn’t put her finger on making her rather anxious, mostly due to Eliza’s gossiping. However all seemed to fly out of the window when she looked at him and how handsome he appeared in the daylight that shun through the window, casting upon his face the perfect colour of the yellow sun which peeked from the cloudy skies which graced Genoa. - If I’m hurting you, please tell me.

His hand moved through her garments, making a ruffling noise as he spread her legs the slightest, moving them apart until V shape was created. With that he slipped his hand under her skirts in search for her untouched and virgin cunt to ram his fingers in, taking his very long time to slither in between her trembling legs as if he were the the snake that tempted Eve thus casting her out out of Paradise, dooming the Earth and it’s inhabitants for the rest of time. Maybe he was dooming her too.

Y/N found herself gasping as if air had been stolen from her lungs once two of his gloved, thick fingers stretched her entrance and pushed beyond it, making her gasp and hold onto the sink behind her with such force she believed she could break the porcelain from her strength alone.

The way he stretched her hurt but it hurt in a sort of way cracking one’s bones feels, slightly discomforting but oh so pleasurable. It’s sinful, however, so divine, and she can’t help but let out a choked whimper, moaning like a common painted lady, as he moves them in and out of her with a thumb rubbing against her clit, making filthy noises as his fingers move in and out of her wet heat underneath her full ruffled skirt.

- It hurts but, but it hurts so good, milord. - she admitted mid moan, lips quivering. Yet it’s when she open her eyes that she found herself not with his hand under her skirt but with his hand on her jaw, thumb caressing it, and a very worried look on his ruggedly handsome face.

- Are you alright, milady? You spaced out for a moment, should I call a healer for you?

- Oh my god ... - she moved away from her, hands gripping her skirt so she wouldn’t fall as she ran away from him and from the bathroom. What was wrong with her? Was she really daydreaming such filthy scenarios with a man she barely knew, a murderer in the eyes of the crowd? No, she had to be sick, delirious even. Nevertheless, she continued to run away to a place she didn’t even know, ignoring the calls of her name coming from him. She kept on with her pace, gaze on the floor, cheeks heated, shame hugging her whole being. Perhaps if she had looked up she wouldn’t have bumped against the last person she would’ve liked to speak with.

- Oh my, aren’t we clumsy? - two hands in her arms held her from collapsing as Y/N came face to face with Princess Rosaline. Even she had to admit she was beautiful with her tightly curled jet black hair and tinted lips. - Where are you going in such a hurry?

- I’m so sorry, your royal Highness but I ...

- James. - she called out making Y/N mutter a tiny “fuck” under her breathe. She was wrong, of course it can get worse. - There you are, you left so abruptly we wondered if you were feeling sick.

- I just went to tend to Lady Y/N. - his stare fell on her but she was much more interested in looking at her shoes rather than him, the memory of ... of what she had just seen in her mind too clear.

- Well, you’ve missed the good news. My father is hosting a tournament in my honour.

- A tournament? - Y/N was much to interested in the news not to make a question.

- You know, a tournament with fencing and other activities. If my memory doesn’t fail me, you’re a big fan aren’t you Bucky? - Y/N furrowed her eyebrows at the nickname. Maybe Eliza was right, maybe they were very close as this was possibly the very first time she had heard someone has high up as the two of them were refer to each other so ... intimately. Yet again, why was she worrying?

- I’m afraid my enjoyment of tournaments and other festivities die down each year that passes by. - he seemed uncomfortable, hands behind his back and feet moving almost as if he was trying to escape the conversation. - Besides, I am not one to win those affairs.

- Nonsense. Lady Y/N you might not know but Lord Barnes is an expert swordsmen. Aided in the war efforts of Genoa and all. You must participate.

- If it would make you happy, milady.

- Wonderful.

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drethanramslay · 4 years

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14 Bryce x mc please🥰

Thanks for the ask anon :)

You can find the prompt list here

#14- Are you okay?

Word count: 1.1 K words

Warning: Mention of gaslighting, emotional abuse, suicide and self harm

Author’s note: So um.. I was not having the best of days and when I saw this prompt, the flood broke XD

This is written in first person i.e my mc, Aliya Acharya’s POV

please forgive me if I make any mistakes.

Are You Okay?

I walked down the hallways in a daze. People usually say that I'm a cheery and funny person to hang out with me and that's the truth.

But, a phone call from my parents wipes the slate and leaves me... Empty.

At 28, I thought I would have gotten over the hell they put me through, and that I could just flip them off and carry on but that does not happen. I just can't bring myself to do that.

So I continue walking, with no direction, hoping that the numbness in my chest leaves me.

Someone must have called out to me, but it felt like my head was under water. I might be here physically but my mind was empty, all emotions down the drain. Just a walking drone.

A hand touched my shoulder and forced me to turn towards him.

"Angel! I have been calling you for the last minute." Bryce spoke.

Gulping, I forced a smile on my face. "Sorry, I was busy thinking about the case."

Bryce's eyes scrutinized my face, and I couldn't get my self to meet his eyes.

"No, something is wrong... Are you okay?"

Are you okay?

What a funny question. I mean whenever someone (probably like 2 people) asks me this, I can't help but throw my head back and laugh which usually brings weird looks from them, which eventually leads them to not talk to me for the next decade.

It's not sarcasm. I genuinely find it hilarious.

Because when someone asks me that question, the shitty and fucky reality of my life slams into me like a train wreck.

My life indeed is a series of unfortunate events occurring one after the other and at this point I have accepted it that I was born to suffer.

I'm not trying to pull the "woe is me card". Nah, not into the sympathy kink. It's a universal fact that me, Aliya Acharya is cursed.

I never really talk about it though because when I once tried, my friends, peers, nobody believed me that my parents are actually so toxic that Britney Spears could be jealous.

Why would they anyway? They have met my parents, who are respected people and are held at a pedestal. My dad is an entrepreneur of a large company with a turn over so huge, you would be shocked. And my mother is literally an angel and has her own NGO where she teaches the poor kids of Mumbai basic education. She is a healer and a councellor.

So. why would anyone believe me when I say that they abuse me emotionally?

I tried talking about these things when I was 18 to my therapist, trying to get some guidance, some help. But, that completely backfired on me because she was close friends with my parents.

Just ignore it... Wow what a solid advice.

So yeah, I have given up after that. I used to write my suffering in a diary but after sometime, that also didn't help.

I was numb to everything.

Wake up. Eat. Study. Sleep. Repeat.

I had no social life because well, I have my parents to blame for that. Since a very young age they raised me to be super competitive and that everyone I met, wants me to fail. They would put heavy restrictions on who I interacted with till the late teens.

And it didn't help that I was bullied throughout highschool.

So hello anxiety, depression and self esteem issues.

Being depressed has become a second nature for me. Even though it's been five years since I moved out, I still slip into bouts of depression. No amount of therapy or medication can fix the damage they did to me.

They gaslighted me like the fourth of July. Everyday there was this fix menu of insults which they flung my way, like daggers.

-> you are a disappointment. -> you are abusive -> I have given birth to a monster (that's my mom's favourite line) -> you deserve to die/ you shouldn't have been born( this was said like four times but it counts!)

And the funny thing is if anyone else were to say this to me, anyone other than my family, they would be on the ground with a broken nose.

I mean, why would your own family say such things to you, right?

So I have never spoken about this. I want to move on so bad, but the scars on my legs and my heart are a painful reminder.

I can't even say I'm a survivor because I still suffer. Even though I'm thousands of miles away from them, they always call to tell me 'how I have distanced myself from them' and how 'they don't deserve to be cut off from their daughter's life'.

That really sends me off. It pisses me so much that they are so proud and blinded by this false sense of superiority that they can't see how words hurt. I want to shout at them and tell them how I have a record of how many times I wanted to take my life because of them.

But I don't.

Because they will end up saying I'm hypersensitive and a habitual liar.

I mean what is even the point?

So yeah... I built up a fortress, brick by brick, making my walls high so that absolutely no one can come in.

No one can hurt me.

No one can have that insane power over me.

And no one can see the ugly scars.

But as I stare at those honey brown eyes, with flecks if gold, I find my resolve crumbling. I find myself stumbling.

After the entire ordeal of bullying and gaslighting, I became a very good judge of character... And for the first time in a very long time, I actually see genuine concern.

That someone actually wants my wellbeing. That someone actually gives a damn about me.

And that's scary.

Every time I edge towards opening up, my conscience drags me back, saying that 'This is all a foil to hurt me.'

But... I don't feel the kind of security anywhere but in Bryce's arms. I never feel the reassurance from anywhere but from Bryce. He had been supportive, caring and the affection he shows me is slowly filling up the void my parents left in me.

"Aliya, you know that I'm there for you right?" He said as he placed his hand on my shoulder, pulling me out if my reverie.

And that did it.

That gave me the push to take the leap.

The leap of faith.

Faith that he will catch me when I'm falling apart and he will catch me when I am falling for him.

I took a sharp inhale, and looked up at him, tears welling up in my eyes. That one word, which I had struggled to say all my life, slipped off my tongue like butter.

"No.... I'm not okay."

This was word vomit at its finest.

I might end up deleting it

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Growth - A Spiritual Story

This is the place to go ahead and grow, and keep growing. We are either growing or stagnating. Growing it way more fun and better for our health and mindsets.

This life journey is ultimately all about how we grow who we are, and where the freedom of our expression is during that growth.

I am always growing and I love to work with growing others in the work that pours through me. The healing work is designed to nurture and help others to continue to grow their future, acknowledge their current reality, and in some cases to grow beyond any past that deserves to be left behind. I often feel like I’m a time traveler, sometimes going from the back to the present and then into the future. It’s quite fun and always more than interesting. The work that pours through me to serve others, also grows me in my own life path.

Growth can be painful even when entirely necessary.

I’ve seen many heart openings, as well as heart breaks over the 30 years of doing this special work. I have witnessed individuals who chose to place their spiritual growth first, needing to walk away from their children, parents, siblings and other family members. Leaving people behind is often part of the process of growing ourselves.

Ultimately we actually don’t leave anyone. All we do is have the faith that each of us is on our own journey, and our job is to follow our own growth, rather than place any focus at all on where anyone else is. There are times in life when we will level up, grow beyond where we have been, and sometimes in the midst of this, cause ourselves to stand in new territories, that we may never have been in before. Climbing the mountain of enlightenment, means that we cannot look down at where others are on their mountain of self-discovery. Instead we deserve to keep noticing where we are walking and what we are attaining in our own path.

Stopping our journey to wait for others to catch up, does and will stunt our growth.

I feel quite sure that I have left as many people behind me, as I’ve yet to meet in front of me on this pathway. However, I’m open to that changing. I remain open to the fact that our World is waking up, and lots of individuals will grow so much, that they will stand and walk beside me for a while, and many will pass me to move at a quicker pace to reach their own enlightenment. I love this potential and wish this level of growth on our planet and all the star systems that support us. I celebrate in our continued growth.

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whitewolfandthefox · 4 years

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My Guardian Angel

Prompt: Anonymous - hey!! would it be alright if I requested a songfic for Geralt x reader, the song I want is Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. I was hoping for some angst where Geralt is pining after the reader

Summary: After many years, you and Geralt run into each other when he is hired for a contract. The love that the two of you had had prior blossoms again, but not without its setbacks. Is the love that you and Geralt had years earlier enough to overcome the obstacles the world is determined to set in your way?

Words: 8.4 k

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Warnings: mentions of abuse, death, injury, illness, angst, not a happy ending

A/N. I hurt myself writing this, sorry guys. You said angst and I took it and ran. Woops ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I actually hadn’t heard this song before, so it was a nice challenge for myself!

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Thank you to @bastardfruitsandbasil for helping me figure out the fight scenes!

My Guardian Angel

Geralt was tired. He had been on the road for days, having heard of a long term contract with a significant reward. When he had finally reached the castle where the contract was based out of, he was told to wait in an antechamber until someone would meet with him.

He had been pacing for at least half an hour when you finally slipped into the room, gently closing the door behind you before looking up at him.

“Sir Witcher, how kind of you - Oh! Geralt!” Geralt could see a flush come over your cheeks when you realized it was him. Relaxing slightly now that it was someone he knew, Geralt allowed a small smile to grace his lips.

“It’s been too long, Y/N. It is good to see you again.” At the sound of his low voice, you flushed further before gesturing at a small table in the corner of the room. Geralt knew there was a map on it, having examined the room while he waited, but followed you over nonetheless. Leaning against the table slightly, you began to speak, telling Geralt of the monsters that had been attacking various villages in the kingdom.

“They had just been attacking the outskirts of small towns, taking livestock and supplies originally. Lately, though, they have been taking people. There have been seven villagers killed in attacks, and countless more injured. There are several people missing as well, we don’t know if they have been taken or if they have been- oh!” you were cut off as another man in armour entered the room and came up behind you, grabbing your waist and spinning you around harshly before pinning you to his chest as he kissed you.

He released you, allowing you to stand beside him, though keeping a hand on the small of your back. You offered Geralt a tight smile as you wiped your lips with the back of your hand. “Geralt, I would like you to meet my husband, Sir Livialli. We were married last year.”

As the man smirked at him, Geralt felt a flash of hot something go through him with the news. “I offer you my congratulations,” he ground out. You thanked him politely, the lines around your eyes getting harder with the phrase.

Sir Livialli turned to you, dismissing Geralt. “You have informed him of the contract, yes? Discussed payment? Told him what is expected?”

“I-” you tried to reply.

“Good, good. Well, don’t forget that you will be serving dinner for the both of us in my quarters tonight. I have spoken with the cook and he is expecting you to pick up the tray at dusk.” With that, Sir Livialli pivoted sharply and left the room, not waiting for a reply.

You sighed, turning to Geralt as you pasted a smile on your face. He could tell that it was forced, you looked tired under your facade. He frowned at you, silently asking a question.

Dropping into a chair along the wall, you ran a hand over your face before looking up at Geralt as he moved to the chair next to yours. “He means well, he’s just used to having servants. We are just staying here, this isn’t our manor. The king has asked that my husband help out with the monster problem as he is a proficient knight.” You rolled your head so Geralt was in your gaze. “You will likely be working with him at some point.”

Geralt grunted in response as you fell silent. Observing you, he could see the underlying exhaustion in your posture, could see the stress lines that had gathered on your face. You looked so different from when you two had first met several years earlier.

Geralt looked up sharply as the door to his room opened before you stepped in, a tray of food and medicine in your hands. You smiled brightly at him, ignoring the scowl that appeared on his face at the sight of visitors.

“It’s time for your medicine, Geralt.” you almost sang, “I need to check your bandages as well.”

You flounced over to his bed, setting the tray down on the table next to it as you gestured for the man to sit up. Gently, you peeled the layers of cloth back, clicking your tongue when the wounds were revealed. “They are almost healed, love, you’ll be back on your feet and out and about in no time. There is no bleeding either, so I won’t have to change them just yet.” You quickly and efficiently wrapped the bandages back around his torso, your fingers gentle and your demeanour holding no fear.

You stood from where you had sat on his bed to check his bandages, turning to regard him once more. “You are too pale, Witcher, you should get some sunlight.” Pursing your lips at the lack of reply, you shook your head before turning and heading for the door.

“Wait.”

The low voice stopped you with your hand on the doorknob. You turned your head slightly, regarding the man out of the corner of your eye.

“If it would be ok with you… I would appreciate- that is, if you didn’t mind..”

“Spit it out, Geralt, I won’t bite.” You turned to face him fully, a small smile on your face to sharpen the blow of your words.

“I have been in bed for a while, I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t mind helping me outside. To the gardens maybe?” Geralt looked unsure at his request, wondering if he had taken your comment for what it was meant to be.

A smile split your face, lighting up the room and causing Geralt’s heart to speed up slightly. You practically floated back over to the bed, swiping his shirt from a chair as you went. “I thought you would never ask.”

That day was the first of many ventures out to the garden and beyond.

The two of you had met while he was recovering at a Temple of Melitele where you had been studying healing. You had been one of the only healers who had been comfortable around him, and eventually the only one he trusted with his care. A fragile love had blossomed between the two of you that consisted of walks, stolen nights, and soft whispers in the mornings. You had agreed to part ways when he was healed, as you would soon be heading back to your family and Geralt back out into the hunt. There was an unspoken if at your parting, a small hope that you might see each other again.

It seemed that fate was a cruel mistress though, bringing the two of you back together sooner that you could have hoped, but ensuring you couldn’t be together through your marriage.

Geralt came back to the present with a frown on his face, which only deepened as he compared his memories of you to the figure in front of him. “How have you been? Since you left the temple?”

You sighed again, shaking your head with a strained smile. “I have been good, Geralt. I learned much, and have been lucky enough that Sir Livialli allows me to continue working with our people. I have been able to heal a great many of the king’s subjects with my knowledge.”

Squinting his eyes at you, Geralt nodded, although he didn’t believe you. As if you knew he didn’t believe your words, you stood, brushing your skirt off. “Well, if you will excuse me Geralt, I have many matters that I need to attend to. Perhaps I shall see you in passing while you are here.”

Geralt stood as well and took a step towards you, frowning when you flinched and took a small step back. Slowly, he reached for your hand, something releasing in his chest when you relaxed and allowed him to lift it to his lips, flushing when he pressed a soft kiss to your palm. “I hope to see you around, my lady.”

A small smile graced your lips as you gently withdrew your hand, ducking your head as you left the room. The softness in Geralt’s face slowly melted behind your back, upset that seemed so tired in such a short time, confused that you flinched away from him when you never had before, dismayed at the prospect that you had already moved on from him. He resolved to seek you out again, to make sure that you were ok with the life you had now.

**~*~*~*~**

After you left, Geralt met briefly with the king before he asked to be pointed in the direction of the most recent attack. Seeing the late hour, the king said that he would have Geralt escorted to the scene first thing tomorrow morning, but suggested that he get some rest this evening. Annoyed, but seeing the reason in it, Geralt retreated to the rooms he had been given for the duration of his stay.

Once there, he lay down in bed, closing his eyes to try to go to sleep, but his mind kept returning to you. He kept comparing the memories of the bright, young woman he remembered from the temple to the worn down person he had met today. He couldn’t reconcile what had happened to you, what had been done to make that excitable healer into what he had seen today.

You flung your arms out the side, narrowly missing Geralt’s face as you collapsed backwards into the soft grass. He allowed a rare smile to grace his lips, amused with your antics. Rolling to your stomach, you lifted your head to peer at the Witcher. What started as a chuckle turned into a full blown laugh as he saw the pieces of grass stuck in your hair. Scowling, you swatted at him in retaliation. Gently, he brushed you off, reaching to pull the pieces of grass from your head.

Settling, you tugged on Geralt’s hand, pulling him down next to you, snuggling into his side once he was settled. “I can’t wait to be out in the world, to be able to explore and see all of the sights. And to help people! I’ll be able to use what I learned here to help my people, no one will suffer a hurt if I can help it.”

Nosing your hair, Geralt smiled down at you. “And what a wonderful healer you will make.”

You had been so excited about leaving the temple. You had been sad to see him go, but the two of you understood that your lives were headed in very different directions. There was always that underlying hope that you would see each other again, that fate might have more written for you. It seemed that she did, though not in the way either of you had anticipated.

Rolling out of bed, Geralt shook the memories from his mind. Realizing he wouldn’t be getting any rest that night, he attended to his gear, checking his armour and sharpening his weapons in anticipation of morning, falling into a slight meditation as he focused on the repetitive actions.

A knock roused him from the light trance he had fallen into, a servant with a tray of food and the message that a guide would be by to retrieve him in half an hour. It was a quick trip to the village, Geralt being left at the scene of the attack as the guide quickly left him, glancing nervously around him as he guided his horse back towards the castle.

Dismounting and tying Roach to a nearby stand, Geralt surveyed the town. It was deserted, houses locked and dark, streets empty of people. Hearing voices, he moved further into the town, following the low murmur towards a large house in the centre of town. As he walked, he could see evidence of the attack. Blood splatters stained walls, weapons littered the ground along with anything else the villagers had been carrying when the monsters attacked.

He could see the claw marks on the walls, the creature obviously very violent. He needed to see the bodies of the victims, needed to determine just exactly what was causing this much damage. Reaching the source of the noise, he was surprised to see you there. You were directing various healers, organizing the chaos, a bloodstained apron covering your front. Your sleeves were pushed up past your elbows, blood staining your hands, hair falling from where you secured. The beds behind you were full of people, some more injured than others. The healers worked frantically, trying to save as many as they could. You looked harried as Geralt approached you, directing a young healer to go boil more water.

“Y/N.” you jumped at your name, spoken in the low voice you still heard in your dreams. Turning, you saw Geralt standing behind you, dressed in full armour.

“Oh, Geralt.” you glanced behind you as your name was called. “One moment!” you turned back to the Witcher in front of you. “What did you need?”

“I need to examine the bodies to determine what did this.” He felt his chest tighten as your face fell. You wiped your hands off on your apron, catching another healer as he went past.

“I am going to show the Witcher the bodies, I will be back in a moment.” the frazzled healer nodded, before continuing in the direction he had been going. Turning, you led Geralt back out of the door of your temporary hospital. You turned and headed towards the edge of town, the sounds fading the farther away you got. Geralt trotted after you, content to remain silent, knowing you needed it after the harried morning you were sure to have had.

“They were ravaged, Geralt.” He jumped as you broke the silence, before frowning at your defeated tone. “The monsters’ claws cut through skin and muscle like paper, so many people died just from their wounds.” Your voice dropped to a whisper. “We also found some bodies drained of blood. Mainly young males. Their bodies weren’t as bad, but they were emptied. I think it's some sort of vampire.”

“It sounds like it, I would still like to see the bodies and confirm. The best would be to see the creatures, but that would require another attack and we don’t want one anytime soon.” Geralt’s frown grew as you shrunk in on yourself, stopping a few meters away from a dark house just outside the treeline. Realization dawned on him when he could smell the scent of blood coming from the house. He glanced back, seeing that the town was out of sight around the bend they had just followed, in the hopes other villagers would not wander across the dead.

“We haven’t had a chance to bury them yet.” You wouldn’t look at him, tears in your eyes as you fought to control your emotions. Shaking yourself, you went to the door and lifted a lit torch from its holder before entering, lighting more torches as you went. Geralt followed you, observing the various pallets that held sheet covered bodies.

Pulling one back, he winced as he saw the face of a young woman frozen in a scream, her chest cut open revealing the layers of muscle and bone. After examining the wounds, Geralt recovered the body, moving to the next pallet. This one held a young male, mostly uninjured. The white pallor of his skin betrayed the cause of death, the body had been drained of blood. Looking closer, Geralt could see a bite mark at the base of his neck, sharp teeth marks deep in the skin.

Standing, he turned to face you who had retreated to the doorway, gazing out into the forest. “It’s definitely a vampire, although of which grade I am not sure. It might be a bruxa or a higher vampire. Do you have any victims who would be willing to talk to me, to tell me what they saw?”

You glanced over your shoulder at him, refusing to turn and look at the bodies, postured rounded under the stress. “There may be a few, some people we are treating were on the edge of the attack and not injured as extensively. I can ask when we go back.”

Nodding, Geralt approached you, gesturing for you to lead the way back to the hospital. The walk back was silent, Geralt glancing occasionally at you. As you reached the bend, Geralt stopped suddenly, you taking a few steps before realizing he was no longer beside you.

“What-” you stopped speaking, seeing Geralt tense, staring at the trees on the side of the path. You realized the forest had fallen silent, no birds singing or animals calling for their mates. Unconsciously, your hand drifted to the short sword you had strapped to your waist, thankful that you had insisted on silver. Your husband had protested, saying you wouldn’t need it, but you fought for it, one of the fews things you didn’t back down on.

Suddenly, a dark figure with wings leapt out of the trees, knocking Geralt to the ground as you shrieked. “Run Y/N!” he growled, throwing the figure from him and rolling to his feet, unsheathing the silver sword on his back in one fluid motion.

Turning, you started in the direction of town, stopping quickly when three more figures dropped down in front of you. You stumbled back towards Geralt, drawing your sword from its sheath, gripping it in both hands. The lead creature flared it's dark wings, opening its mouth to release a screech, displaying a mouth full of sharp teeth. The creature was pale, long dark hair covering its shoulders, ending at halfway down the humanoid’s chest, ribs on display. Wrinkled skin covered every inch, dried blood covering its chin and chest.

The creature screeched again, darting at you with a hand ending in a claw raised to attack. You ducked under the strike, bringing your sword up to slash its ribs as it went past you, pivoting on your heel and back away to keep the two sets of creatures in your sight. You could feel Geralt approaching your left side, sword held out in front of him.

“Stay close to my side, we need to keep them in front of us.” Geralt’s voice rumbled out next to you, making you jump at the abruptness of his voice. Breathlessly, you voiced your agreement before dancing to the right, stabbing up at the creature's chest as it lunged at your pair, as Geralt brought his sword down in a chopping motion, severing its head from its body.

Pulling your blade out, the two of you moved clear of the body, turning back to back as the three remaining monsters separated, two moving to flank you on either side as the third remaining motionless, tilting its head to observe you.

You felt Geralt shift his weight behind you as you watched the two creatures to either side of you, dodging as you heard the man behind you roar “left!”

You moved, the monster to your side attacking, claws swiping at your body. You slashed as it passed, cutting into its arm, leaving the limb hanging useless at its side. You could hear the dying screech of Geralt’s creature, feel him move to stab the creature that just passed you. The monster backed away from Geralt towards you, you swiftly moved out of its way, losing the protection Geralt had provided at your back.

As you moved, you suddenly became aware of the fact that there had been four creatures attacking. You and Geralt had dispatched two and he was occupied with a third, so where was the fourth? Spinning at the feeling of a presence behind you, you desperately brought your sword up to block the claws that were striking in your direction. You managed to catch the arm and redirect it slightly, but it wasn’t enough to keep you entirely unharmed.

A wave of hot pain washed over you as the monster’s claws bit deep into your arm and side, blood blooming on the cloth. You released a shout at the feeling, switching your sword to just your right hand, ducking and stabbing at the humanoid as it rushed you again, feeling your sword strike true.

Releasing the hilt, you staggered backwards, clutching at your side as your head spun with the pain. Geralt was quick to grab you as you swayed, he must have dispatched the other monster without you noticing. His hands frantically roamed your body, searching desperately for the source of the blood. You swatted his hands away, staggering a few meters to sit on a nearby rock. Not that the pain was setting in, it was like a wave of cold water flowing over you, clearing your mind briefly. You knew you had minutes before the shock set in.

Reaching to the pouch you kept at your waist, you ripped it off and handed it to Geralt who was hovering anxiously, hands outstretched to do what, you weren’t sure. Reaching down, you ripped the bottom of your tunic off before pressing it against your side, Geralt doing the same with his outer layer, having stripped his upper armour to get at it. You swayed again, Geralt lunging at you to keep you upright.

“There are herbs in my bag, they will help staunch the bleeding.” Leaving Geralt to scramble through the pouch you’d handed him, you peeled the ripped cloth away from the wounds on your arm and your side, wincing when you saw the torn skin. Looking more closely, the wounds weren’t too deep, they just bled freely. A broad hand entered your vision, holding the herbs to help stop the bleeding. Taking them with a murmur of thanks, you began pressing the herbs against your side to staunch the bleeding, watching as Geralt moved away to examine the bodies.

The world spun around you as you pressed the cloth back over the herbs, seeing the bleeding slowing. All of a sudden, Geralt appeared in your vision again, crouching in front of you with a concerned look on his face. You could see his lips moving, but couldn’t make out what he was saying. Focusing hard, you finally made out what he was saying. “We need to get you out of here, get you somewhere safe.”

Dazed, you nodded absently, hand reaching up to grip Geralt’s shoulder to help you stand. His arm snaked around your side, replacing your hand as he put pressure on your side. You staggered slightly, leaning on the large man next to you for support. Slowly, the two of you made your way back to town, you insisting on stopping at the hospital to check on your patients.

When you got there and your fellow healers saw your state, your quick check-in turned into an extensive medical check as they cleaned and stitched your wounds before finally allowing you to leave with Geralt after bandaging your arm and your side. You half-led, half-stumbled to a house nearby, mumbling that one of your patients told you to use their house. Geralt was almost hauling you at that point, carrying you through the door before settling you down on to the pallet in the bedroom. You blinked up at him, shivering from the blood loss. As he retreated, you reached up to grab at his hand, stopping him. “Stay, please?” you asked softly.

Geralt stopped, hesitation on his face. You tugged on his hand again, and he went with you, laying down next to you as you shuffled backwards into his chest. His arm came around to hold you against him, cognizant of your injuries. You sighed, body relaxing into him as the two of you succumbed to sleep.

**~*~*~*~**

The next morning, you slowly rose to consciousness, aware of a large, warm weight pressing you down. You shifted, and then winced as your movements caused sharp pain to shoot through you. “Are you awake, mouse?” a deep voice rumbled from above your head.

Slowly opening your eyes, you took stock of your surroundings as the memories from the previous night came back to you. You smiled at the nickname, remembering the secret nights that gave you your nickname. Rolling stiffly so as to avoid agitating your injuries, you turned to your other side to face Geralt. His golden eyes gazed at you softly, “How are you feeling?”

You sighed, “I’m sore, but not in too much pain. I will be fine in a few days.”

He nodded, “Good.” His arms tightened around you briefly before releasing you as he stood up and left the bed. You sat up slowly, wincing as you stretched your arm. Geralt returned to the bed, handing you your pouch of herbs. You thanked him silently, searching for your painkillers.

“The monster was a bruxa.” You glanced up at him as he started speaking. “We knew it was a vampire, now we know which grade. They can only be killed by silver.” he glanced at your sword leaned up against the wall. “Which thankfully you had.”

You sighed, “A bruxa. And it looked like there was a pack of them.”

Geralt watched you as you rolled your shoulder with a wince before standing and striding to the wall and strapping your sword back on. “I should let the king know, he will be interested in what monster is plaguing our kingdom.”

Geralt watched your slow movements with an intensity you couldn’t interpret. “I missed you.”

Your head shot up, not expecting an admission like that from him. You stared at him, watching as he moved closer to you. His hands came up to cup your face, your own latching onto his wrists as you stared at each other. “I missed you as well,” you whispered. “It was so hard to leave, not knowing if I was going to see you again.”

“I know.” his breath brushed against your lips as he brought his face to capture you in a kiss. You melted against him, body relaxing into his broad chest, eyes fluttering shut as a warm feeling came over you.

You sighed into Geralt’s mouth, savouring the feeling that you had missed, that you had longed for. His hands left your face, arms coming to wrap around you, holding you close to him, your hands resting on his chest as you parted, leaning your head against his shoulder, content in each other’s presence.

As you relaxed further, you realized what you were doing. You ripped yourself away from him, panic and fear taking over your being. You stumbled, flinching when Geralt’s hands came out to steady you, backing away further. You tried to ignore the hurt that flashed through his eyes before a stony mask came over his face.

“I’m sorry, so sorry, I can’t, you, we can’t, I have to go.” You turned to rush for the door, being stopped by Geralt’s hand grasping your wrist. You tugged, trying to free yourself, refusing to meet his eyes.

“Why? What did I do?” He asked of you, trying to understand what had changed.

“I have a husband, Geralt, I must be faithful.” You replied wearily, ignoring the hurt that went through you at the sound of his voice.

“He doesn’t treat you the way you deserve, mouse, please.” His voice was ragged, pleading with you to stay. Your heart clenched at the use of your nickname.

“You don’t understand, I don’t stay for me.” With that, you wrenched your arm out of his grasp and fled, hot tears running down your face.

**~*~*~*~**

Geralt tried to speak to you after the incident, not content with the explanation given. It had felt right to have you in his arms, he had the most restful sleep that he had had in years with you. He didn’t understand what had changed. You had loved each other and you very clearly were uncomfortable with your husband. Why you had married him in the first place, he had no idea.

The first couple of days Geralt barely saw you. You would leave the hall when he entered, you wouldn’t come down for meals, and he heard whispers that you had taken ill. He didn’t have a chance to seek you out, spending his afternoons and nights hunting for the pack of bruxa in the forest and sleeping through the mornings to recover. You began to spend more time in court, but he was still unable to find a time to speak to you.

He would see you across the hall, speaking with other ladies of the court. You would look up and see him, sending him a sad smile when your eyes would meet, but whenever he tried to approach you you would disappear, making excuses to the women you were with. They would always apologize to him for you leaving, saying that you had something to attend to, but there was an underlying sadness when they spoke.

Geralt didn’t understand, normally he was met with hostility and distrust, never with this gentle sadness and understanding. The women never shied away from him, but would approach him and make conversation whenever he would try to speak with you, allowing you an escape. Finally, frustrated with being unable to speak to you for days, he asked one of the ladies he often saw you speaking with.

“She can’t talk to you dear,” the lady explained, glancing around as she dropped her voice. “Her husband was furious when she didn’t return to the castle that night, even though she was injured. He has said they will be returning to their manor as soon as the monsters are taken care of, dreadful things. The poor darling was so distressed after the attack she rarely left her room for days.”

Realizing it was your husband preventing you from speaking to him, Geralt felt a shallow hope ignite itself in his chest. You clearly didn’t love your husband, he could offer for you to come with him, leave this life. You had always wanted to travel, and this could be your opportunity. With this resolve, Geralt renewed his effort to speak to you. For all his efforts, you had suddenly disappeared, and even the ladies who had been so kind to him wouldn’t say anything. When asked their faces would drop and they would shake their heads, but refuse to speak of you. He decided that if you wouldn’t go to him he would just have to come to you.

**~*~*~*~**

You closed your balcony doors behind you, allowing yourself a reprieve from the man in your chambers. Walking to the railings, you slumped against them, posture tired. You pulled your shawl tighter around your shoulders as you lost yourself in your thoughts. You didn’t hear the sounds of someone climbing over the edge until a hand entered your vision, resting itself on your arm. Frightened, you spun away, mouth opening to scream for help, before freezing as you realized it was Geralt.

Folding in on yourself in defeat, you dropped into the chair next to you, Geralt coming to kneel beside your feet. “You have been avoiding me, mouse. What has happened?”

You can’t be here, it's not safe.” You whispered, refusing to meet his eyes. “You need to leave, Geralt, before he finds you.”

With a growl, you sensed him send a glare at the closed doors. “He poses no danger to me, I could care less if he sees me here. I am visiting an old friend, what is so wrong with that.”

Exploding out your chair, you dropped the shawl as you strode away before spinning back to pierce with Witcher with a glare. “It is not you who is danger, but me! He does not want me seeing you, Geralt, just leave! Before you do any more damage!”

Geralt froze as your shawl fluttered to the ground, revealing what you had been trying to keep from him. He thought back to the previous week, remembering that even though the days had been warm, you had dresses with long sleeves and high collars while the rest of the women wore less. He remembered the gentle way they had handled you, no one coming up from behind you, making sure they always approached you from the front.

His eyes raked over you as your thin nightgown revealed the bruises, handprints around your wrists and throats, your arms covered in blotchy black and blue. A growl erupted from his throat as he strode towards you, his mind registering that you didn't flinch away from his approach. Gently, he took one arm, a shiver running through you as he gently brushed his fingers over the wounds that adorned you.

“Why?” his voice was broken when he asked, eyes full of despair at your situation. Tears ran down your cheeks as you shook your head, unable to find the words to answer that question.

“Love, you can’t stay with him if this is how he treats you. Come with me. The contract is almost done, we have a general idea of where the nest is, once I have disposed of it I am free to go. I could take you anywhere you wanted. We could travel, see the world. I could set you up as a healer in an apothecary. Anywhere but here, mouse, you know you can’t stay.”

Geralt caught you as you collapsed into his arms, sobs wracking your body as the dreadful sounds forced their way out of you. Gathering you, he settled himself into the chair you had vacated, arranging you on his lap as you cried, your body shuddering with the force of your grief. He let you, just holding you, supporting you as you released the emotions that had been building up, unable to release them to anyone. Shushing you, he stroked your hair as you quieted, exhausted from your outburst.

Wiping your tears, you squirmed, trying to sit up. Geralt helped you, releasing a grumble when you stood and turned to the railings, out of his reach. Standing, he followed you, but didn’t touch as you shifted away from him.

“I can’t leave, Geralt.” Your voice was tired, defeated. “There is something that keeps me here, something I need to stay for.”

“What are you staying for?” He was starting to get agitated, upset at the thought of you being with that monster any longer. “You have no family here, your husband abuses you, what could possibly be so important that you can’t leave him?”

You refused to look at him, again shifting away as he reached for you. The movement filled him with rage.

“Or is it that I’m the Butcher of Blaviken, the Witcher with no feelings?” He hissed, ignoring the flinch that his words drew from you. “Have you forgotten the months we spent together at the Temple, the love that we had? You can just say you despise me, you have no feelings for me. Don’t lie to me, Y/N, if you have turned against me as well.”

You came alive at that, spinning to face him, eyes flaring with anger. “You don’t understand,” you spat, “I don’t stay because I want to, I stay because I have to. I have to protect what’s mine. You don’t understand the position I am in, you could never understand.”

You sighed, closing your eyes at the expression of disbelief on Geralt’s face. “Just- just leave me, Geralt. Please.” Your voice broke. “I will be fine, just… go.”

With that, you turned and entered the room behind you, leaving Geralt stunned on the balcony.

**~*~*~*~**

Your words bit deep, saying that he could never understand what you were going through. If anything, Geralt thought he was one of the only ones who could understand, having been torn from his family and forced to endure the abuse that came with the trials and training to become a Witcher. He didn’t seek you out for days, still angry that you wouldn’t explain what was going on.

He spent his nights hunting the bruxa, disposing of them with a brutal efficiency that even he was shocked at. On his way back in the mornings, he would stop and stare at your balcony, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. He tried to ignore the whispers about you in court, saying that you no longer left your rooms, you pleaded sick when anyone asked you to join them. He ignored the glances of pity the women sent his way, filled with something he didn’t understand.

It was days before Geralt saw you again, you were walking through one of the gardens in the court grounds, accompanied by one of the maids. As he approached, he could see you leaning on the woman next to you, pale and out of breath. Again, you were wearing a long sleeved, high collar dress.

You glanced up at his approach, and seeing him, quietly spoke under your breath to the woman. She frowned at you, asking a question back. You smiled softly, squeezing her arm as you nodded, before she seemed to acquiesce, staring at Geralt as she let you go. She stopped next to Geralt as she passed him, glaring up at him. “You take care with her, Sir Witcher, make sure that she doesn’t tire herself out.” She spoke before continuing, disappearing out of sight as she turned a corner on the path.

Geralt turned back to you, rushing forwards as you swayed, offering you an arm to lean on. You patted his arm, breathlessly pointing out a bench a few meters away. As he moved the pair of you towards it, Geralt examined you with a frown. He could see the edges of a bruise peeking up over your collar, and you were paler than before, highlighting the edges of a black eye that you had tried to cover with makeup.

“How are you, Geralt? Have you been able to take care of the bruxa? I haven’t been able to make it back to town to see how my people have been doing.” You spoke softly, unable to catch your breath to finish a full sentence.

He stared at you in disbelief. “You are worried about your people? What about you, Y/N? He is killing you, you can’t stay!”

You ignored his question, again asking about your people. Geralt assured you they were fine, that they were healing before returning the subject to you. “Even the ladies in the court are worried. A few of them asked me if I had spoken to you. You need to care for yourself, not just your people.”

You shook your head. “You don’t understand. No one understands. I can’t leave him, I have to protect what’s mine.”

“Then tell me!” Geralt all but roared, before regretting his tone as you flinched. He softened his tone, eyes desperate. “Mouse, please, help me understand. If I don’t know what’s going on, I can’t help you. Please, let me help you.”

Your eyes filled with tears as you collapsed into his side, burying your face in his chest, his arms coming around your back to support you. He gently rubbed circles into your back, soothing you as you cried. You quieted down after a while, leaving your head resting on his chest as you spoke. “I have a daughter.”

Geralt froze, understanding flooding him at your statement. You shifted, struggling to sit up as he guided you with his hand. “We met a few years ago, he was kind and caring. My parents were thrilled, a knight!” You laughed hollowly. “He just wanted someone to play with. After a few months, we were out for a walk in the woods and he-” you cut yourself off with a sob, a hand coming up to cover your mouth.

Geralt growled at this admission, rage filling his chest. His hands gripped you tighter, pulling you into his side as if he could protect you from the world with that action. You took a deep breath, calming yourself as you continued.

“I refused to see him after that, my parents didn’t understand why I had suddenly cut off my relationship with him. Until I missed a cycle. I had always wanted a baby, just not that way. When my parents found out, they spoke to his father and arranged our marriage, not wanting to bring a scandal between the two of us. People had been curious, we had spent a lot of time wandering our town.”

You glanced up at him, frantic to make him understand.. “Once we were married, I thought it would be fine. He was kind to me while I was pregnant. It was only a few months ago that he started getting physical with me. But he started threatening her, my little Corinna, and I couldn’t let him hurt her! If he is too busy with me, he won’t touch her! Please Geralt, he can’t hurt her. I can’t leave, he’d kill her! She’s eight months old, she doesn’t deserve this.”

Again, you dissolved into tears, sobbing against his chest as his arms came up to protect you from the evils in this world.

**~*~*~*~**

You had been exhausted from crying, so Geralt had returned you to your rooms. The maid that had been with you at first was waiting by your door, sending Geralt a glare at your state until he asked her to keep Sir Livialli from the rooms, and that he would be back to collect you at the end of his contract.

“Oh thank you, Sir Witcher, thank you for helping her. She is so kind to everyone, we couldn’t stand that she was letting him do this to her.” She tearfully thanked him, saying that she would have some things packed for you when he came to collect you.

Geralt strode to his room, radiating anger as he dressed in his armour with cold precision, slinging his silver sword over his back. He went to the throne room next, requesting Sir Livialli to accompany him on his final attack on the bruxa’s nest. The king was delighted at this, offering further assistance but Geralt refused, saying that he only needed two, any more and the pack would know that they were coming.

The ride to the forest was silent, neither the knight nor the Witcher speaking to each other. The battle was vicious, Geralt sending as many bruxa at the knight as possible while still taking down the nest. There were six bruxa left, Geralt having exterminated many of them during his previous forays. Sensing the younger, male blood, four of the bruxa went after Sir Livillia while two went after Geralt.

He dispatched them quickly, keeping his back to a tree while parrying the slashes of claws and teeth. Putting his sword point down in the dirt, he leaned against the tree and observed the fight across from him.

The man was a decent swordsman, Geralt observed. He was keeping up for the most part, having killed one of the bruxa. Lifting his sword, Geralt stalked towards the group. One of the creatures saw him coming, turning and attacking. It was a short fight, Geralt slashing its arms before ending it with a thrust through its chest, turning to meet the second last bruxa attacking to avenge its fallen sister. Sir Livialli was slowing, Geralt noticed, as he was occupied with the last monster.

He slowed his strokes, toying with his opponent as he observed the knight drop his sword after taking a slash to his arm. Geralt quickly disposed of the bruxa, stopping and watching as Sir Livialli fell to the ground, the monster having opened his back with its claws. He dragged himself through the dirt, reaching to Geralt for aid.

“Help… me…” he managed to groan, Geralt watching him with a piercing gaze. He didn’t respond for a moment, the bruxa stalking in for the kill.

Geralt stared at him with a cold face. “Why should I help you when you have hurt her?”

A look of realization came over Sir Livialli’s before the expression turned to horror as the bruxa leapt onto him, tearing his throat out with a jerk of its head. Geralt swung his sword, separating its head from its body while it was distracted with its kill. Cleaning his sword, he resheathed it and swiftly moved to mount Roach, turning her in the direction of the castle before taking off as fast as he could.

**~*~*~*~**

The castle was quiet when he returned, a somber mood in the air. Geralt quickly reported to the king that the nest was destroyed, but Sir Livialli had unfortunately lost his life in the attack. The king dismissed this, praising Geralt for his deeds and passing over his reward.

Having settled his account, he all but ran through the hallways, desperate to see you and to take you away from the hell hole that was this place. As he reached your rooms, he stopped, seeing some of your friends leaving with tears in their eyes. The maid he had spoken to earlier looked up at his approach, her face falling as she saw him. The door opened behind her, Geralt flinching as the copper scent of blood hit him. The colour drained from his face as he saw another woman hurry out of the room, a wad of bloody towels in her arms.

He entered the room, finding you lying pale and limbless on the bed, surrounded by women. Seeing him, the woman at your head gently prodded you, whispering something to you. At her words, you rolled your head towards him, a pained smile gracing your face. “Geralt.” you murmured.

At your words, he padded forwards, scared to make too much noise. You raised a hand to him, and Geralt’s heart fell as he saw it shake in the air. Grasping it softly, he brought your hand to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to your palm as he sat on the bed by your side.

“You came back.”

“I did. And I promise he will never hurt you or your daughter, ever again.” Geralt reached out, brushing a piece of your hair away from your sweaty face.

“That’s… good…” Your eyes fell closed. One of the women in the room beckoned to Geralt, drawing him to the side.

“What happened to her?” Geralt spared you a glance as you lay pale and motionless on the bed.

“He happened.” The woman spit. “He beat her to within an inch of her life, that bastard, and left her for dead. She’s lost the baby as well.”

Geralt froze. “The baby?”

She glanced at him, sadness in her eyes. “You didn’t know? You poor thing. She was four months pregnant, but she’s miscarried. We can’t stop the bleeding, I don’t know if she’ll make it.”

He looked back at you over his shoulder, you were tossing and muttering to yourself on the bed. “Go be with her.” He felt a gentle prod to his shoulder. Following the direction, he returned to the bed, gently sitting next to you and taking your hand.

You opened your eyes. “Geralt. I’m so tired.”

“Shh.” he stroked your hair. “I’m here now.”

Tears ran down your face as you closed your eyes. “My daughter, my Corinna, you have to help her.”

“I know, I will.” He wiped your tears. “I will take care of her.”

“You always were my guardian angel, Geralt. You saved me from him. You’ll save my daughter as well.” Opening your eyes, you shakily raised a hand to his cheek. “I’m so tired.”

He felt a tear run down his face. “It’s ok. You can let go now.”

“Thank you.” You closed your eyes, head falling to the side as he heard your heart stutter, before stopping with a finality that sent a dagger through Geralt. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before standing and turning away from the bed. The woman from earlier stood in the doorway, a bag over her shoulder and a bundle in her arms.

“Here.” She passed Geralt the bag, he slung it over his shoulder as she passed him the bundle. Settling it in his arms, he looked down to see a small face, eyes closed, nestled in the blankets. Gently, he raised a hand to stroke a finger down the little cheek. The babe let out a soft sigh, curling closer into Geralt’s warmth.

Looking up, the woman had a soft, sad smile on her face at the two of them “I know she will be well cared for. This is what she would have wanted for her.” He nodded, not trusting his voice.

She pushed him gently, “Go Witcher.”

Readjusting his grip on the child, he looked down once more, before turning back to her. “Thank you.”

As the tears in her eyes spilled over, “Be safe. You take care of her.”

“I will.” He turned and left the room, holding his bundle close. Reaching the stables, he secured the bag to his saddle before mounting, riding out of the castle.

He travelled for weeks, stopping frequently to feed and bathe the child. It was slow going, but Geralt didn’t care. The people that he passed gawked at the sight of a Witcher with a child, but he continued on, ignoring the stares and the whispers.

He finally reached the Temple of Melitele, the priestesses welcoming him. He hid the bundle under his cloak until he secured an audience with the high priestess. She had gasped when he revealed the child, reaching out to take her from him.

“Who is this little sweet?” she cooed, holding a finger out for the babe to grab.

“This is Corinna, Y/N’s daughter. She died saving her people.” Geralt answered, ignoring the look of shock that passed over the woman’s face. “Will you care for her? The road is no place for a child.”

Looking back at the child with a look of sorrow in her face, the priestess responded, “Of course. You will visit though? Don’t leave this child with no memories of her mother.”

“I will. And I will bring coin for payment as well.”

The priestess scoffed. “No need, Geralt. You have done enough to help us over the years, it is the least we can do. But I will be expecting you to visit.”

Geralt nodded. “Thank you.” The priestess laid the babe back in his arms. Geralt looked down as Y/E/C orbs blinked up at him. “I will miss you, little one.” He raised a finger to brush the child’s face. “You be good for the priestesses, and I will be back to visit soon.”

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What are your most favorite/recommended dramas? I've honestly only have watched 4 cause never know where to start once I finish one. Thank you!! 💕

Sorry of the late reply ❤

Here’s a “few” dramas that I enjoyed. Some of them fall into more than one category so I’ve written what categories I feel they fall into for each one. I’m going to write the amount of episodes for each show, but I’ll only be counting by (approx.) hour, so if the drama has 32 episodes where each “episode” is half an hour, I’ll write it as 16 episodes. Also some of these have several names, so I’ve just used the one they use on mydramalist. I’ve bolded my favourites.

This list might seem a bit daunting (as it is quite long) but I recommend looking at the specific genres you know you enjoy and just pick one you think seems interesting (there’s no shame in dropping a drama if it doesn’t grip you). If you can’t decide which one to start first, send me a message with the ones you’re trying to choose between and I’ll help you decide ^^

Action/suspense/Crime:

Bad Guys: 11 episodes, Action, Thriller, Psychological. A police detective gathers a team of criminals to combat crime in exchange for reducing their sentence. Throughout the drama, secrets are revealed.

Class of Lies: 16 episodes, Suspense, School, Mystery, Law. A highly successful lawyer falls from grace after the fallout from one of his cases. He fakes his identity to get the position as a teacher at the school connected to this case in an attempt to uncover the truth and save his reputation.

Cross: 16 episodes, Medical, Suspense. To get revenge for the death of his father, Kang In Kyu becomes a (highly skilled) doctor/surgeon and gets a job at the prison where his father’s killer resides in order to kill him.

Doubtful Victory: 20 episodes, Mystery, Crime. A man who was wrongfully sentenced to death when he was younger escapes from prison and fakes his identity as a police officer to help prove his innocence. (Just a heads up: I don’t think a lot of people liked this drama (it gets a bit draggy in the middle). I liked it, but I think that’s an unpopular opinion)

Kill It: 12 episodes, Action, Thriller. Kim Soo Hyun is a veterinarian who is also a professional killer. One day he is hired in exchange for information about his past. At the same time a detective is trying to find Kim Soo Hyun. They both uncover a mystery regarding their shared past.

Healer: 20 episodes, Romance, Action, Mystery. "Healer” is a special kind of night courier, that gets his clients whatever they want, as long as it doesn't involve murder. He is hired by a famous reporter to collect information on a second-rate tabloid writer. He begins to uncover the mystery of his own shared past with the two reporters, thus putting them all in danger. (This is a very popular drama that a lot of people have seen, so if you haven’t seen it I would recommend it.)

Mad Dog: 16 episodes, Action, Investigation, Mystery. A group calling themselves “Mad Dog” fights against insurance scams. They start working with Kim Min Joon, the brother of the man who crashed a plane killing the child and wife of the leader of Mad Dog. They try to uncover the truth behind the plane crash.

Player: 14 episodes, Action, Investigation. A private investigation team consisting of a swindler, a fighter, an elite hacker, and a talented driver is asked to take back property hidden away by criminals.

Save Me: 16 episodes, Psychological, Suspense. Following the failure of her father's business, Sang Mi and her family move to Muji-gun where they have no friends or relatives. After a tragic event, the family is taken in by the “Spiritual Father” resulting in them being trapped in a cult. Four young men try to save her.

Stranger: 16 episodes, Investigation, Mystery. Hwang Shi Mok had brain surgery when he was a child, which caused him to lack emotion. Now, Hwang Shi Mok works as a prosecutor. He meets Police Lieutenant Han Yeo Jin at a murder crime scene and they work together to eradicate corruption at the prosecutor's office and solve a serial murder case.

The Guardians: 16 episodes, Action, Thriller. After the murder of her daughter, Jo Soo Ji joins forces with a few other people to monitor criminals 24 hours a day and rescue potential victims before the crime is committed. Together with these people she fights to get justice for her daughter, who’s murderer is still free.

WATCHER: 16 episodes, Action, Suspense, Investigation. Kim Young Goon became a police officer after his father was imprisoned for the murder of his mother. The detective who imprisoned his father is the leader of the internal affairs investigation team and gets Young Goon to join in order to fight against corruption and uncover the truth behind the tragic incident.

Fantasy/sci-fi:

Angels Last Mission: Love: 16 episodes, Romance, Fantasy. Lee Yeon Seo is the prima ballerina, but after an accident she has to give up her dream. After her parents' sudden death, she doesn’t trust anyone since there are a lot of people lurking around her and her inherited money. Kim Dan is an optimistic, carefree angel who is always getting into trouble. In order to return to heaven, he is tasked with a mission to find true love for the talented but emotionally distant ballerina

Are You Human Too?: 18 episodes, Romace, Sci-fi. After loosing her son to her father in law, a woman creates an android to replace him. Years later the android called Nam Shin III must pretend to be the son of the rich family when the real Nam Shin falls into a coma.

Chicago Typewriter: 16 episodes, Fantasy/Supernatural, Romance. The story of a popular writer suffering from writers block, a fan of said author and a literal GHOST writer who starts writing for the main character. In a past life, these three people were all members of the resistance wanting to free Korea from the Japanese occupation. The story is set in modern times and in the 1930′s.

Circle: 12 episodes, Alien, Sci-fi, Mystery. This drama is set in both 2017 and the year 2037. In 2017 we follow the story of a college student working together with a woman that looks identical to a girl he knew as a child to investigate suicides that she insists are actually murders. In 2037 technology has advanced to the point where you can control human emotion (creating a city without crime). A detective enters this city in order to investigate a missing persons case from 2017. (The first half of each episode is set in 2017, the other half in 2037).

Duel: 16 episodes, Sci-fi, Crime, Suspense. After his daughter gets kidnapped a detective tries all he can to get her back. Suddenly the culprit shows up without any memories, denying that he has anything to do with the case. They work together to find the detectives daughter and uncover secrets along the way.

EXIT: 2 episodes (drama special), Sci-fi, Psychological. Kang Soo is a loan shark that tries to get by day to day in his depressing reality. No matter how hard he tries, he can't escape the nightmare of his reality, and when he was about to give up on his life, he sees a flier asking, "Do you want to become happy?" He goes to the research center, however, he learns that happiness comes at a steep price of 300,000 dollars. He decides to steal the money.

Extraordinary You: 16 episodes, Romance, Fantasy, School. Eun Dan Oh, a 17 year-old high-school student, experiences gaps in her memory and eventually comes to the realization that she’s living in a comic book. Not only that, but she is also a secondary character who’s supposed to die later on in the story due to a heart condition. She decides to change her fate and defy the writer to get a happy ending for herself.

Go Back Couple: 12 episodes, Fantasy, Life, Romance. Choi Ban Do and Ma Jin Joo are both 38-years-old and a married couple. Choi Ban Do has been burdened with being the breadwinner and Ma Jin Joo is a housewife with low self-esteem. Even though they loved each other when they married, they now hate each other. They both regret marrying at such a young age. The couple travels through time and finds themselves as 20-year-old university students when they met for the first time.

He is Psychometric: 16 episodes, Fantasy, Romance, Mystery, Comedy. After losing his parents in a fire, Lee Ahn acquires the power of psychometry, the ability to read a person or an object's past through physical contact, and he decides to use it to take bad people down. While he does not know how to control his power yet, he meets Yoon Jae In who tries her best to hide her painful secrets. Together with his foster guardian, prosecutor Kang Sung Mo, and the latter's colleague, investigator Eun Ji Soo, they team up to solve an elusive case that has been haunting the lives of Ahn, Sung Mo, and Jae In.

Life on Mars: 16 episodes, Fantasy, Mystery, Suspense. As leader of a crime investigation team, Han Tae Joo has propelled his career and risen through the ranks by trusting data over all else. One day, while investigating a serial murder case, he has an accident. When he wakes up, he suddenly finds himself in the winter of 1988. He doesn't know why, but he's now a detective appointed to work at a police station in a small city. To get back to the present day, Han Tae Joo tries to solve the case.

Signal: 16 episodes, Mystery, Fantasy, Crime. Fifteen years ago, a young girl was kidnapped on the way from school, and Park Hae Yeong, who was an elementary school student at that time, witnessed the crime. A few days later, the girl was found dead, and the police were not able to find the culprit. As time went by, Hae Yeong started distrusting the police. Fifteen years later, Hae Yeong is now a police officer and criminal profiler. One day, he finds a walkie-talkie that allows him to get in contact with Detective Lee Jae Han who is in the past. They then set out on a journey to solve cold cases.

Splash Splash Love: 2 episodes (Drama Special), Romance, Fantasy. Dan Bi is a high school senior who has given up on math. On the day she is about to take the KSAT for college, she is transported back into the past during a freak rain shower. She finds herself hundreds of years in the past at the height of the Joseon Kingdom, which is suffering from a severe drought. She encounters King Lee Do who yearns to learn advanced mathematics and falls in love with him.

Strong Woman Do Bong Soon: 16 episodes, Romance, Fantasy. Bong Soon is a woman with supernatural strenght who pines after a childhood crush who now works as a police officer. She is approached by the CEO of a gaming company who has a distrust for the police and she starts working as a bodyguard for him. (There are some problematic elements to this show, but the romance is really sweet)

The Guest: 16 episodes, Supernatural, Horror, Mystery. It centers around three characters who had their lives ruined by a demon called “Son” (the guest) when they were kids. Yoon Hwa Pyung is a psychic that can see ghosts and who was once possessed by “Son” causing his mother and his grandmother to die and his father to try to kill him. Kang Gil Young is a detective whose mother was killed by the demon and Choi Yoon/ Mateo is a catholic priest that exorcises demons and whose brother was once possessed by “Son” causing him to kill his family. They band together to find and stop “Son”.

You Who Came From the Stars: 21 episodes, Romance, Fantasy. Do Min Joon is an alien who landed on Earth 400 years ago during the Joseon Dynasty period. He possesses a near perfect appearance and enhanced physical abilities involving his vision, hearing and speed. Later, he discovers that he has three months left on Earth. And that is when he meets Cheon Song Yi, the biggest Hallyu star in Korea.

Romance:

Come and Hug Me: 16 episodes, Suspense, Romance, Melodrama. When they were children, Yoon Na Moo and Gil Nak Won were each others first love. They are forced to break apart when Na Moo's father Yoon Hee Jae, a psychopath serial killer, murders Nak Won's parents. 12 years later, Jae Yi has become a popular actress and Do Jin is now an experienced detective trying to repent for his fathers sins. They meet again and start to develop a relationship.

Descendants of the Sun: 16 episodes, Romance, Medical, Action. Kang Mo Yeon works as a cardiothoracic surgeon and Yoo Shi Jin is the Captain and team leader of Alpha Team. They both get sent into an area of conflict, and start to devolop a relationship.

Hospital Ship: 20 episodes, Romance, Medical. This drama is about army doctors aboard a hospital ship, which is a floating hospital that serves people who live on remote islands. Eun Jae, a cold perfectionist surgeon whose fast-track career was derailed, starts working at the ship.

Just Between Lovers: 16 episodes, Romance, Melodrama. A shopping center collapses killing many people. When he was 15, Lee Gang Doo dreamed of playing for the Korean national soccer team, but a serious injury sustained as a result of the accident destroys those dreams. In the years after the accident, Gang Doo spends his days fighting through physical and emotional pain, struggling to support his sister and pay back a hefty debt, and working as a construction worker. When she was 15, Ha Moon Soo lived through the accident, and years later she is still plagued by nightmares. She lives above the women’s bath house that her mother runs and specializes in making architectural models that are an important safety element in any major building planning process. Years after the incident, a construction project is due to kick-off at the accident site, and they both get involved in the project, causing them to develop a relationship while struggling with the painful memories it brings back.

Shopping King Louie: 16 episodes, Romance. The story of “Shopaholic Louie” revolves around a handsome shopaholic named Louie, who is the successor of a vast business empire but becomes homeless after suffering from amnesia. Meanwhile, Koh Bok Shil, a country girl who lives a life that is worlds apart from the rich and famous, encounters Louie in Seoul. They develop a relationship.

Thirty but Seventeen: 16 episodes, Romance. Woo Seo Ri, a violin prodigy at 17 who was about to study in Germany, got into a bus accident and fell into a coma waking up 13 years later. Mentally she is still only 17, while physically she is now 30. Due to a trauma he experienced 13 years before, Gong Woo Jin does not want to have a relationship with others. They get to know each other and try and open the door to the happiness that they once thought had been closed to them.

When the Camellia Blooms: 20 episodes, Romance, Thriller, Life. Dong Baek is a single mother living in the small town of Ongsan. She runs the bar-restaurant Camellia, while also taking care of her son Pil Gu. The people of Ongsan frequently gossip about Dong Baek. She grew up as an orphan, is a single mother and runs a bar where many of the men in Ongsan frequent. Regardless of what the locals may whisper about Dong Baek, local police officer Hwang Yong Shik is deeply in love with her. Meanwhile, Dong Baek's ex-boyfriend Kang Jong Ryeol suddenly reappears in her life. He is a famous baseball player, that hid their relationship when they dated. While Dong Baek tries to find happiness, something truly sinister lurks in the background. A serial killer roams Ongsan and Dong Baek may be a target.

Historical:

Kingdom: 6 episodes, Action, Historical, Zombie. The King falls ill to smallpox and rumors start to spread that he has actually died. Meanwhile, Crown Prince Lee Chang is labeled a traitor by the Haewon Cho Clan, the clan of the current pregnant Queen and her father, Chief State Councillor Cho Hak Joo. While trying to uncover the mystery of what happened to his father, the Crown Prince goes with his guard, Moo Young, to Dongnae to look for the physician that treated his father, only to be stuck with Assistant Physician Seo Bi and a mysterious man named Young Shin in a village plagued with a terrifying disease.

My Country: 16 episodes, Historical, Action, Romance, Tragedy. Two friends ends up on opposite sides in a conflict involving the fight for the crown. Confronted with betrayal the two of them have to learn how to fight against their best friend all while trying to stay good in a cruel world.

The Tale of Nokdu: 16 episodes, Action, Romance, Comedy. One day, Nok Du’s father and older brother are attacked by a group of female assassins. Jeon Nok Du chases after one of the assassins to the capital. To find out why his family was attacked, Jeon Nok Du disguises himself as a woman and enters a widow village where the assassins are hiding. There, he meets Dong Dong Ju who is an apprentice to become a gisaeng.

Misc:

Age of Youth: 12 episodes, Friendship, Life. Five girls in their twenties come to live together in a house called "Belle Epoque. As the girls feel a bond of sympathy and become closer, they also deal with their personal issues as they live out their eventful twenties. The drama follows their struggles and incidents dealing with relationships - within their circles, with dating, and with each other - and a variety of events they are experiencing including credits, part-time jobs, drinking, hopes and dreams. (This drama also has a second season)

Avengers Social Club: 12 episodes, Friendship, Life. Features three women from different walks of life coming together for revenge: a fish store ajumma who envisioned a better life for herself, a housewife, and a chaebol’s daughter who was raised like a delicate greenhouse flower. They’re an unlikely trio who would never otherwise meet, but they join forces to carry out their individual revenges. Although they start out as co-conspirators, along the way they’ll build a strong friendship.

Chief Kim: 20 episodes, Business, Comedy. Kim Sung Ryong is a skilled accountant who works for gangsters. He makes his way into a company called TQ Group as a middle manager in the accounting department with the intention of embezzling money from the company. As he contends with hot-shot accountant Yoon Ha Kyung, financial prodigy Seo Yul and peppy intern Hong Ga Eun, Sung Ryong finds himself embroiled in office politics and notices other shenanigans by those in power that threaten to bring down the company. Sung Ryong slowly comes to realize that he’d rather fight against corporate corruption and fight for employees’ rights than complete the mission he originally came to do.

Miss Hammurabi: 16 episodes, Law, Romance. Park Cha Oh Reum is a newly appointed judge who is assigned to the 44th Civil Affairs Department at the Seoul Central District. She is always on the lookout for injustice and is able to profoundly empathize with others. Compared to her, Im Ba Reun is a cool-headed man of principle with the creed of ‘Court that is equal to all’, and he is displeased with junior judge Park Cha Oh Reum who is overly sympathetic when it comes to cases. (There is one moment in the first episode (I believe) where something problematic occurs, but I think its only that one thing).

Psychopath Diary: 16 episodes, Comedy, Mystery. Yook Dong Sik is a 34-year-old office worker who is so weak and timid that he is used by everybody around him. After an incident, he becomes the scapegoat of his company, and so facing losing his job and his family turning their back on him, he decides to commit suicide. While doing so, he unexpectedly stumbles across a murder scene, but gets into an accident while running from the murderer. He wakes up with amnesia with the psychopath's diary in his possession. With no clues to his true nature other than the diary,and his fragmented memory lining up with the diary entry, he begins to believe that he is in fact a psychopath serial killer.

Happy watching!

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gingermcl · 4 years

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What is a light worker?

If you’re familiar the online spiritual world you’ve probably seen the term lightworker for it has been increasingly used in recent years. The term lightworker was first coined by author and teacher Michael Mirdad in the early 80s. Later, in 1997, Doreen Virtue released the book The Lightworkers Way.

The simplest way to describe lightworkers would be as ones who feel an enormous pull towards helping others. Lightworkers are also called crystal, rainbow, or indigo children, Earth angels, and starseeds. These spiritual beings volunteer to maintain a high frequency for the Earth and commit to serving humanity. There are separate definitions for each of the types of lightworkers listed here and I will discuss. Each type is slightly different. Some people that use these labels do not like being called lightworkers yet may be fine with star seed. This kind of stuff is silly and why I don’t like the use of labels. I don’t like the idea of putting myself in a defined box.

I prefer an umbrella term like lightworker to the specialized terms that divide us further. I see labels as are guidelines and not hard fast rules. Too many individuals see the world as black and white when things are actually typically a shade of gray. At the end of the day each situation and each person is fully unique. This is a good thing and we must learn tolerance. Earth is big enough for all of us to live here together peacefully.Lightworkers are the people that incarnated here to change the world. It is time to act.

Lightworkers often feel greater kindness and compassion towards others from birth – chances are that they’ve helped several animals and other living beings in distress from a very young age. Lightworkers tend to be sensitive and empathetic. Hence they feel sadness and anguish for the misery that dwells in the world. They do best in professions wherein their empathetic nature can be used to assist those in need, like nursing, therapy, rehabilitation, healing, care-giving, veterinary services, etc.

Lightworkers are intuitive and driven by their internal guidance. They can often perceive the emotions and needs of other living beings, which enables them direct their healing powers towards those who need help. They believe in carrying out coordinated efforts to dispel or chase away negative energies and consciousness by using their positive energies and healing powers.

Not all lightworkers realize the nature of their spiritual calling right away. It often takes some intuitive guidance – as well as going through the process of self-realization and discovery – to realize that their mission on Earth is to make a positive impact in whichever way they can. Given that they're faced with the same limitations and obstacles as other mortal beings, this manner of spiritual awakening and tuning into their inner light can sometimes take years for a lightworker. Odds are good the lightworker has always felt different from his or her peers.

If you’ve read about lightworkers and wondered if you could be one, you can only find the answer through introspection. Lightworkers can possess strengths and core abilities in one or more areas of service. Tuning into your inner self will help you understand what your unique gifts are and the kind of lightworker you may be.

The following types may help someone identify where their inner calling lies:

Spiritual guides and healers

Lightworkers who are driven towards serving living beings and the Earth through healing using mental, physical, emotional or spiritual approaches fall under this category. They are often highly perceptive of feelings and emotions in others, and characteristically can alleviate pain and hurt within a few minutes of time spent with people or animals.

Their sensitivity towards pain could often render them fatigued or overwhelmed, and it takes some conscious moderation to keep this tendency in check. Professions such as doctor, nurse, or reiki practitioner would fall under this category.

Psychics and seers

Using their elevated awareness and intuitive powers, one can develop psychic sights to be able to see beyond the material form and illusion. Many lightworkers can predict future events and tend to concentrate their efforts on positive outcomes, with the end goal of world peace and harmony.

Gridworking and gatekeeping

A grid here refers to a unit that connects all awakened hearts and sacred sites on Earth using lay lines. Gridworkers and gatekeepers are advanced lightworkers who specialize in clearing work, their main role being opening of inter-dimensional grid lines to let light and love flow through. Gatekeepers encourage peace, kindness, positive energy, and fairness for all living beings.

Manifestors

Also known as divine blueprint creators, manifestors are a type of lightworker that are expert at channeling their intrinsic energy to attract what they want. Their mission to make the world a better and peaceful place enables them to manifest awakened collective consciousness for humanity.

Guides and messengers

Some lightworkers possess a unique flair for spreading important messages to the world. They concentrate their efforts in areas where their inner light and magnetic presence can make greatest impact on others by communicating messages of love, peace, spiritual awakening and enlightenment.

Motivational speakers, bloggers, artists, teachers, writers, life-coaches; those who strive to serve humanity through their words, actions or work can be categorized as messengers.

Transmuters

Also known as neutralizers, these lightworkers specialize in dispelling negativity, thus restoring neutrality and balance back into the world. Neutralizers may work in favor of the entire collective consciousness, or even help people release or heal negative karma from their ancestral lines.

Dreamers and travelers

These lightworkers can never accept the status-quo, and always strive for new solutions and adventure. They learn to push limitations and manifest light during dreamwork, creating boundless capacity for change along multiple dimensions of the Earth.

Adventurers and ascension guides

Adventurers are always on the lookout for newer possibilities, driven by belief that better things await if one just looks beyond the obvious. Along with ascension guides, they work towards creating higher inter-dimensional possibilities and broadening mankind’s vision for future.

You can be more than one of these. I myself identify with transmutor, guide and messenger, dreamer and traveler, healer, and occasionally a manifestor. I identify most with transmutor and guide and messenger.

The specific kinds of light workers I said I would address earlier are indigo children, rainbow children, Earth Angel, Starseed, and I’m going to add in crystal children. To my knowledge these are the most common, if not only, specific kinds of light workers. They’re the only ones that I know of and the ones that I found information easily about.

Earth angel

Earth angels want to align with pure, loving energy, and by doing so, help others to find their highest self in this lifetime. They want to transcend the problems and heartache, and live in true harmony with the Divine. They have good intentions for themselves and the planet, but often get frustrated with our current state of affairs.

Starseeds

StarSeeds is the umbrella name for a group of people who are said to have been sent here from all areas of the universe to help the Earth and humanity. They are reported to possess psychic, spiritual, and other extrasensory abilities, and are bringers of peace, topplers of corrupt systems, and shifters of dimensional consciousness, now and in the future. Some feel these children have come here on special assignment to assist in this rebirth into a higher dimensional Earth.

Starseed children may be divided into the three categories of indigo, crystal, and rainbow individuals. Star children have chosen specific family and/or parents who will help them develop their natural abilities and heal ancestral lines.

Common traits of starseeds are said to include clairvoyance, claircognizance, clairaudience, clairsentience, the propensity to trip electricity, manipulate the environment with the mind, telepathy, high intuition, heal with energy, detect danger, travel out of the body, act as channelers, and the ability to download information from other planets. Also listed as traits are talents that a great many would still be resistant to believe, including the ability to levitate and teleport.

Indigo children

Indigos get the name from their indigo colored aura. Indigo children began appearing en masse in the 1980s. The indigo aura hadn’t ever been seen before.

Indigo children share traits that include a strong calling to make the world a better place, an innate knowledge of better ways to do things. They are natural “system busters” with a non-responsive attitude toward controlling and/or authority figures, a feeling of natural superiority, and an innate love for nature, plants, and animals. Indigo children are naturally intuitive, have a desire for a fair and just world, stand up (maybe alone) for what they believe in, have an interest in living a life of meaning instead of just making money, are sensitive in both a physical and emotional sense, and regularly have unusual things happen to and around them.

Other Indigo traits have been described as having a high IQ, self-confidence, resistance to authority, “old soul” qualities, sensitivity to chemicals and fluorescent lights, and disruptive tendencies.

Crystal children

Crystal children are another category of human beings known to follow their hearts as idealists in a world limited and troubled by materialists. This means that crystal children are apt to flow with consciousness, rather than forcing their way through life and hardships in search of material success. Their ultimate goal seems to be firmly established in making the world a better place. Like Indigo children, crystal children also exude an “old soul” persona.

Crystal children are the offspring of indigos and began to incarnate in greater numbers at the turn of this century. They commonly have a penetrating gaze, sometimes possess usual-colored and often round eyes; are sensitive, both mentally and physically; suffer from allergies and sensitivities caused by environmental factors; are spontaneous, and sometimes act without thinking through the consequences; love to climb; have a good sense of balance; are natural huggers (even with people they only just met); have no awareness of personal boundaries because they feel connected to all of humankind and, indeed, all living things; are healers and psychics; love music and singing, but hate loud noise; aren’t comfortable in noisy, over-crowded places and suffer from sensory overload; are badly affected by negative events, both in their personal sphere and worldwide; exude love for their family, pets and their friends; and are autodidacts — preferring to teach themselves what they want to learn (rather than what they’re told to focus on).

They appear to function as a group consciousness rather than as individuals and live by a law of oneness. They are advocates for love and peace on this planet” and “are mostly born with access to psychic gifts such as clairvoyance or healing.

Rainbow children

The rainbow children are the third generation of special children that have come to help humanity evolve. The Rainbow children are generally born in the year 2000 and above. The few Rainbow children that are here today are born from early Crystal scouts that were born in the 1980’s. As the name implies, the Rainbow children come to earth with a rainbow aura.

The Rainbow children bring joy and harmony to their families. Unlike the Indigo and Crystal children, the Rainbow child is born to smile, which is accompanied by their huge hearts that are full of forgiveness. The Rainbow child generally recovers from the state of negative emotion quickly. This is also an important key that they hold, emotional mastery. Rainbow children are psychic and have the ability to read people’s feelings. They have strong wills and strong personalities. Their gifts do not stop there. They are known to be natural healers and instant manifesters. It is said that whatever they need or desire they can instantly manifest. The Rainbow children are thought to be the builders of the New World, using Divine will.

I’m an indigo, my son an indigo, and my youngest a rainbow. (Her dad is a crystal and I’m an indigo)

If you feel that you are a light worker you should learn how to maintain the highest frequency you can, protect yourself from negative energies in this world, and work to learn and use whichever type of light work you identify with the most. The world at times feels as if it is being consumed by negativity and we lightworkers need to help uplift the consciousness.

I prefer to say those of us with heart centered consciousness is who light workers truly are. It does seem as if the star seeds are the ones that have woken up. I feel if this video applies to you will probably be drawn to watch it and whatever label you choose doesn’t matter. We are in need of uniting and it’s more important that we live our best life to help the earth and humanity as a whole.

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