theme by starlland
title: a land with magic
author: moi
summary: and that’s how they lived through life, one aching step after the other. post finale the charmings reunion.
category: FEELS
rating: familly fluff
direct link to ff.net
and that’s i guess. I apologise for anything because I’m not sure what this is, except that I don’t want to wait until season 2 for them to reunite :( sigh.
Well, somebody had to do it right?
title: it takes an ocean not to break
category: romance/angst
rating: SMUT
summary: Her next visit to the island she had smuggled him Thai for lunch and a box of condoms.
when you are reading bad baby fic and you realize you have hit rock bottom
title: oh, you can hear me cry (ff.net link)
author: officerparker
summary: There’s a hole inside of her, a void she didn’t even know was there; something had been ripped out and crushed into dust.
note: So, apparently I just can’t get Graham’s voice right.
one - two - three. (ff.net)
note: so here’s chapter 2, hopefully it will do chapter one justice :) It’s going to start being a little less “poetic” and more… action-y. There’s no direct Emma/Graham in this one but I needed to write these scenes and get Regina out of the way (this time). Next will there shall be fluff though, and lots of it!
Now, onwards:
title: oh, you can hear me cry (ff.net link)
author: officerparker
summary: There’s a hole inside of her, a void she didn’t even know was there; something had been ripped out and crushed into dust.
disclaimer: I own my crappy writing and my tears.
author’s note: THIS IS A HAPPY ENDING STORY OKAY, because this show is supposed to be my happy fluffy show with happy endings and butterflies and rainbows and unicorns and the writers had no right to take it away from me!!!!
/ahem
This is my take on how the story goes because this is my “haha idgaf face this is how it happens and try and stop me this is my reality and that’s how it goes” version of my dear hot hipster sheriff’s demise (in which he actually lives).
So, without further ado:
one.
When he falls to the ground she feels the breath leave her chest; a punch to her gut and a light-headedness she isn’t familiar with. She falls after him, knees scraping and head pounding, gathering him in her arms, feeling for a pulse, feeling for his breath, feeling for his heart. He has a heart, she chants, he has a heart, he has a heart; she felt it under her palm, he felt it under his palm, it had been strong and frantic and alive and his beat pulsed between their hands.
But she can’t feel anything now, all she can feel is the unnatural warmth seeping into her palm and the rough material of his shirt inside the fist her hand formed and the tears coming forth in waves.
Maybe you should call an ambulance, but her brain is hazy and her eyes are blurry and her hands are shaking and her breath isn’t working like it should. She shakes him and calls his name and hits a fist against his chest and begs God oh please, oh please, oh please; she isn’t even religious.
“Graham!” Maybe if she screams louder he will listen, he will stop this and wake up and open his eyes. It’s a very bad joke but if he’s alive she won’t mind it too much.
A sob escapes her lips and she doesn’t even recognize herself; it’s been 10 years since she felt this vulnerable, since she let herself cry to sleep and pain overwhelm her body and the loneliness and reality of her situation hit her like a hammer. Never again, she had told herself, never ever she’d open herself again to this.
Emma hits his chest once more before the last bit of hope abandons her and covers her face with her hand, hiding herself from the tears, from the body, from the room and the little things that had become so hers and his in such a short time. Maybe if she just closes her eyes for a moment everything will be different when she opens them.
She doesn’t let herself hope too much, though, sits there with her back against the desk and sobs into her palms.
You should call an ambulance, the thought hits her again, and this time the numbness is taking over; she had been hysterical, out of character, childish, ignoring the basics, ignoring common sense. She can’t think, she’s lost in her own prejudice. That’s why the walls are there, should always be there, she berates herself. Never take them down, never let anyone in; if keeping love out is a price to not let pain in, she’s willing to pay.
Emma gets up, rises slowly, tries not to look at Graham lying on the floor, worn out and tired and disheveled; almost like a ragdoll. She tries to wipe her tears, but they keep coming, her face always wet and blotchy, there are spots in her vision and for a moment she thinks she might faint.
She can still feel his lips on her like a ghost brushing across her skin and the trail his hands left as they brushed against her sides like burning holes as she reaches for the first telephone she finds and tries not to look at him; her eyes betray her and stare.
There’s a hole inside of her, a void she didn’t even know was there; something had been ripped out and crushed into dust because the emptiness isn’t normal, maybe it’s her heart, she thinks, maybe her heart stopped when his did.
She turns her back to him because she can’t focus and her fingers shake like falling leaves as she tries to dial and she still misses the first two times. When her vision clears enough for her to hit the right numbers she hears it; a desperate gasp, a painful groan and her heart is suddenly beating an unhealthy rhythm against her chest.
When she turns he’s bent over, clawing at his chest with desperate pain, coughing and gasping and she falls to her knees again, his name dies in her lips and the phone is abandoned somewhere; she doesn’t notice, she falls at his side, helps him remove his tie and vest and quickly undoes the buttons of his shirt and just holds on.
“Graham, can you hear me?” She can’t quite believe her own words, her own ears or eyes, so she touches him; run her hands down his shoulders and arms and touches his hands and let her fingers graze his cheeks and neck, lets his warmth once again seep into her palms because this time is different. She smiles through her tears and a laugh escapes her mouth.
When his coughing slows and his breath becomes less frantic she has a hand splayed against his back, fingers brushing ever so slightly and the tears are still falling, but this time it doesn’t hurt quite so much. She helps him lean against the desk and sits across from him, her hand gently holding one of his because she can’t lose the connection.
“What happened?” He sounds disoriented and his voice is strained, but there’s color coming back to his face and he’s holding her hand back and she can feel his heart pulsating against their fingertips.
“You just… collapsed. Your heart,” her voice catches because this is still too raw, because for a few moments she had watched all her dreams fall apart.
“I felt…” he seems to be trying to look for the right words or maybe just trying to clear his head and he blinks, as if a memory has just fallen into place. “… like my heart had been ripped out.”
“I should call for a doctor.” This time her thoughts are in the right place and she isn’t shaking so much; her tears have finally stopped and when she tries to move closer to him she realizes how tightly she’ holding his hand.
“No,” he says quickly, too quickly and she frowns but lets him pull her towards him, keeping her from getting up, from getting to a phone. “Don’t call anyone.”
“Graham, you just… your heart stopped.”
“I’m fine now.”
She stays there kneeling by his side and her leg is touching his and their hands are laced and his eyes are clear. She finally feels her head pounding now that the adrenaline is starting to wear off and the earlier encounter with Regina rushes to the front of her brain; suddenly she’s completely worn out as if she has just gone through a day that had 48 hours instead of 24 and when she checks the clock she’s surprise to find out only a few minutes have passed.
“How’s your head?”
She laughs, how can he be worried about her well being when he had just died? He died, she thinks, for a few minutes he had been dead, gone, and now her brain is finally processing the thought and as it sinks in she wants to cry again.
“It’s pounding. How’s your chest?”
“Burns a little.”
“Graham…” His name comes in a broken whisper and his hand finds her face, palm covering her cheek and she leans into his touch before she has any control of her actions.
“I’m fine, I promise.”
She closes her eyes and trusts his words because there’s nothing else she can do. His touch his warm and firm and his thumb brushing gently against her skin cracks a little bit more of her wall inside.
She needs to bring those walls back in place, firm and solid and thick; she knows it’s the right thing to do, the sane thing to do, but she can’t, not with him because she wants to let him in, she needs him in. For a few minutes she had known what it felt like to not have him in her life anymore and that’s something she isn’t willing to go through ever again.
She’s startled when she feels his lips press against hers, gently and innocent, but immediately relaxes, tries to clear her head from those thoughts and just let herself enjoy the moment and when he pulls back her arms go around his neck, keeping him close.
They stay there for a while; chained together inside their embrace, inside the silent police station while the darkness rages outside.
Tbc.
“I’m here. Maybe now you can explain why you have been so myterious.” He walks towards her slowly, measuring his pace and his words; it has been a few rough and terrible days, he doesn’t want to invade her space, to pressure her into anything.
“I thought… since our first date was interrupted, maybe we could start over.”
He isn’t able to hide the surprise. He had thought that after finding out about Lucy, and Duke’s father, kidnapped and everything else she had been forced through she’d want some space, would want some time; think and breath and let things fall into place. But he’s wrong; there she is, standing in front of him with a hopeful smile and shining eyes and looking beautiful and perfect and offering him something he has been dreaming of ever since the first moment he had laid eyes on her.
“Don’t look so surprised. Come on.” She nods towards the door, and pulls it open, revealing the inside; dim light and candles and soft music and a table set for two.
“This looks… this looks amazing.”
She giggles, a half shy half pleased laugh and he turns to fully face her. He stares at her then, a longing look that he has mastered in doing after a year of practice.
“I’m happy we’re doing this,” she says, a tiny smile on her lips and remorseful look in her eyes for all the time they lost.
“Me too,” he replies.
He’s in love with her; hopelesly, insanely, irrevocably, and he’s quite sure nothing else in the entire world will ever be able to make him feel the way she does.This is really happening, he thinks.
They are really happening.
wade: well, well, look how is calling me.
zoe: oh, are you busy, do you want me to call hang up, call you back or.. ha, I miss you, you know.
wade: no, no i’m alone right now, and i miss you too. want me to come over tonight?
zoe: tonight? hum, i’m busy until 10:00 can you come over then? wait levon is here, see you later, can’t wait bye.Anon requested: Zoe and Wade secret phone calls
title: you learn of love from the love they kept.
author: moi
category: romance
rating: pg-13
character/paring: emma/sheriff
summary: She’s quite sure she’s incapable of love.
this isn’t what I’d consider a decent piece of work, but I had to write something. I just had to.
Chicken Pox and Other Common Childhood Maladies
By December21st
Fandom: Haven
Rating: PG
Pairing: Nathan/Audrey
Warnings: None
Summary: Audrey considers the gaps in her personal medical history.
This is very short but it’s utterly adorable. You don’t have to be caught up to read it, but if you are it can definitely take into consideration what happened in the last 2 episodes.
Title: Two steps forward and one way to get to you (nathan/audrey)
Category: Romance
Rating: SMUT (sort of)
Summary: There are always perks of feeling only one thing in the world; you can fully appreciate what you’d take for granted.
read it at ff.net
Category: Romance
Rating: SMUT (sort of)
Summary: There are always perks of feeling only one thing in the world; you can fully appreciate what you’d take for granted.
read it at ff.net
Title: Turning Tables
Rating: G
Category: Romance.
Summary: A short little thing I wrote today in which Rachel changes her mind.
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I really wish I had finished this. It was such a baby for me. I hate it that most of the time i never finish what I start writing -_- Maybe I will try to finish before the new season premiere. Unlike, but I will try haha.
In which Audrey runs, Nathan finds her, and they sleep together.
“Where is she?”
It wasn’t exactly a question but an exasperated demand of somebody that shouldn’t have been kept in the dark in the first place. A ‘tell me where she is right now or else’ kind of exigency that would work on perps, without the good sense a police officer should have, one that would never work on Duke, just like it never did.
“Who?”
“Don’t play games with me, Duke.” His voice was anything but friendly. With patience coming thin he was this close to using violence even if everything he learned in life told him it wouldn’t get him results.
Duke’s expression softened, turned from sarcastic to compassionate because he understood how it was to be the one left waiting, worrying; to be second. No matter the lifetime quarrels he had with Nathan or being put side by her in favor of Wournos, she was still his first and foremost worry. Funny how his priorities had changed since he met her. “She doesn’t want to see anyone.”
“Anyone but you, you mean.”
He could feel the jealousy and anger falling off his tongue with the words he spoke and Duke knew what it was to be in his position. For a split moment he felt too much sympathy towards Nathan and something inside him cracked; maybe it was the desire to make him suffer a little. “She asked me.”
“She can’t run away forever.”
“It’s her choice.” Being honest with himself, Duke could feel a little pleasure in seeing Nathan squirm, being out of control of everything. For once Duke was the one who knew it all, who had Audrey’s trust first, the one keeping the secret from Nathan. He knew it wouldn’t last, he knew that even if Audrey came to him for help it was simply because she was trying to protect Nathan and to spare him of whatever was afflicting her. Nathan first, always.
“She promised she wouldn’t shut me out.” There was a pause in which he hoped Duke would fill with answers, but he didn’t. “Please.” Nathan said, his voice a pleading tone he couldn’t remember ever using before.
Duke sighed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to keep her location a secret, knowing no matter how much he wanted to keep this a thing between him and Audrey he wouldn’t be able too. She had been suffering, in a place of such despair he had never seen her before, in a place his comfort wasn’t enough but he knew Nathan would just do the trick. “She’s in a friend’s boathouse a couple of hours south of here.”
No sooner Nathan had the location written down he was flying out of Duke’s boat and pushing the gas pedal of his old truck as far down as he could.
—
He made it to the boathouse in record time.
The place was small, but well cared for; the white paint on the walls looked fresh and the garden around the cottage professionally kept and Nathan was relieved that at least Duke hadn’t sent Audrey to some forgotten and abandoned end of the world. The last thing he wanted was to see her locked up in a place as much in ruins as she probably felt.
He knocked on the door and waited; then knocked again, and a third time for good measure, but no answer came. He was already anxious and worried about her, and Duke had already used his patience quota for the day, so the lack of response almost made him bring the door down. He wondered for a moment if Duke had lied and the harm he would do to him if that was the case.
“Audrey, open up. It’s me.” It was a last attempt before he turned around and got into his old Bronco, planning out his revenge on Duke. “Audrey, open the door or I’m bringing it down.” He was glad there were no neighbors to watch the scene; he could only imagine how it looked to an outsider.
He was ready to break in when the door opened and Audrey stepped aside in a silent invitation for him to come in. She still wore the same jeans from the previous day; the same haunted, resigned and lost expression still on her face and it made his chest ache.
“Audrey-”
“I’m sorry I bailed out on you,” she interrupted, closing the door as soon as he stepped in, then she stood there in her thin white tank top, blond hair in a messy bum high on her head and face swollen from obvious hours of crying.
“Audrey-”
“No, it’s okay, Nathan,” she interrupted again, stepping around him to move further into the room, “I’m fine. I just needed to get away for a while.”
He grabbed her arm, stopping her from moving away and hopefully shutting her up because it was his turn to talk; his fingers slid to her naked wrist, his hands holding her tightly, but gently. He tried to ignore the flood of sensations touching her skin brought and tried to focus on her. “You didn’t have to get away from me. I thought we weren’t shutting each other out anymore.”[…]
Wow I just found this (and another fic) today. I started writing them immediately after the finale and never finished. Now that I’m getting all excited about the show coming back I may work on them again. Maybe.
The fingers brushing against her skin weren’t the ones she wanted but it felt nice, familiar; she had missed that, the intimacy only such situation could give her, and it made her forget the pain and focus on right now, on the mistake she was sure to regret come morning.
She had known how to do this once upon a time, to drown her pain in a body instead of a bottle; then she grew up and learned to deal with it on her own, learned that being alone was better than dragging people into the mess of a life she had. At least those were the memories she had; the quirky Audrey with no friends, with no family, and now not even a name, not even her own self.
She knew she should end this, shouldn’t have even let it start, but he was kissing her and it was strange in a pleasant way, her nerve endings reacting to the physical exploration instead of connecting with the thinking part of her brain. And it was a good substitute for who she really wanted. If she had to screw something up then she’d rather see her friendship with Duke hit a roadblock than have the one with Nathan ruined because these months in Haven taught her he was the one person she couldn’t afford to lose.
[…]
