Broken Angel

What happens when you anger a God? What happens when something once pure, turns wicked and angry? What is left of someone who has been alone so long? How do you ask forgiveness for being so wrong? How do you apologize for breaking someone’s heart? This is the story of Slytherin House’s Angel of Carnage. FemHarry/Naruto Yuri, wrong GWL, God-like, lots of bashing, lot’s of gore.

Strangers On A Plane

Emma and Regina are both leaving New York on Christmas morning to fly home to Seattle. Emma, leaving her past behind to start anew and Regina, leaving her family for some peace and quiet. By chance, they are seated in the same row and strike up a conversation that only strangers might be comfortable with. Story is mine but the characters are not. Swanqueen AU. Likely a One-shot.

Ass-kicking is a good aphrodisiac

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Audrey muttered, head pressing against the lockers, “We should not be doing this.”
Brooke barely registered her words, too focused on the task at hand; unhooking Audrey’s bra without pulling her own lips and teeth away from Audrey’s neck. Why Audrey was arguing against surprise makeout session, Brooke didn’t know, but when Audrey was already shirtless from changing out of her gym clothes it was just such a time saver.

a little bit of your attention

“Were you and Audrey ever, like, a thing?”

Emma’s eyebrows hit her hairline, mouth falling open a little in surprise, and Brooke, well – it’s not really the first time she’s thought about this, either. She’s always thought Emma was gorgeous, and then after Audrey’s video had come out – and Brooke had watched it again, and then again, and then again – she’d developed kind of a hyper-fixation on Emma’s mouth, because she’s always got the best curves to her smiles, even her frowns – and her lips look really soft, and –

“I think, maybe, she had a crush on me for a while, or something like that. But she never did anything about it,”

“What would have done if she had?” Brooke asks, and her eyes are drawn to the movement of Emma’s fingers curling in the covers over her lap, clenching in the flower-print of the duvet.

“I don’t know,” Emma breathes when Brooke meets her eyes again, and there’s a shallowness, like she doesn’t have enough air behind it.

“What would you do if I did?”

Seeing Red

Emma Swan had a craving.

No, she didn’t thirst for dark magic or want to steal everyone’s happiness—her Dark One days were over once Merlin was reunited with his beloved, the sword and the dagger joined together once more releasing Emma from her cursed darkness.

But she still had a yearning. A need that manifested as greed and power took over her all those months, but this was for something much simpler than ultimate power. Emma, former Dark One and once again Sheriff and Saviour had a craving for ice cream.

Specifically Ben and Jerry’s Rocky Road-ish ice cream.