Raichyl's Stories

Anonymous asked: "Stiles awkwardly explaining why he can't sleep over at Lydia's becuaee he needs his pillow"

stydia-fanfics:

You’re so lucky because the person who wrote this made is so cute and fluffy and sexy. Damn…I really need to see Stiles without a shirt now. [x]


his-beloved-mrs-mikaelson:

Klaroline AU. {Caroline is a witch and Klaus is the devilish creature evoked by her to make him help her in saving her friends’ life. To pay her debt, she’s forced in turn to help him taking his revenge over the witches who imprisoned him many centuries ago…}
Waiting for the second chapter, here a very little (and still un-beta’d) sneak peek…

“What is it the last thing you remember, before being imprisoned? Where were you?”
“Oh, I’ve been in many places, especially after the curse. Rome, Egypt, Greece…” His eyes seemed lost in a distant place, as he tried to capture what was probably the fragment of a memory. “But I was born in Britannia, in a village lucky enough to be hidden in a difficult terrain, which allowed us to stay as far away as possible from the Roman depredations.”
She pretended that all his historical background wasn’t that interesting. “Wow, so you’re pretty ancient.”
He smirked. “And you’re saying that, because…?”
“As I just said, it’s 2014. So that makes you something like two thousand years old”, she replied, failing to completely hide the awe. I’m taking to a damned fossil, she found herself thinking.

In the meantime, you could re-read the first chapter of Danse Macabre here. :)

his-beloved-mrs-mikaelson:

Klaroline AU. {Caroline is a witch and Klaus is the devilish creature evoked by her to make him help her in saving her friends’ life. To pay her debt, she’s forced in turn to help him taking his revenge over the witches who imprisoned him many centuries ago…}

Waiting for the second chapter, here a very little (and still un-beta’d) sneak peek…

“What is it the last thing you remember, before being imprisoned? Where were you?”

“Oh, I’ve been in many places, especially after the curse. Rome, Egypt, Greece…” His eyes seemed lost in a distant place, as he tried to capture what was probably the fragment of a memory. “But I was born in Britannia, in a village lucky enough to be hidden in a difficult terrain, which allowed us to stay as far away as possible from the Roman depredations.”

She pretended that all his historical background wasn’t that interesting. “Wow, so you’re pretty ancient.”

He smirked. “And you’re saying that, because…?”

“As I just said, it’s 2014. So that makes you something like two thousand years old”, she replied, failing to completely hide the awe. I’m taking to a damned fossil, she found herself thinking.

In the meantime, you could re-read the first chapter of Danse Macabre here. :)


nfinneman:

Cover request from the super talented Jess for her new, already amazing, fic, “The Devil’s Backbone”
"With the race on for the cure, some will fall, some will rise, and some will go insane. Friendships end and new ones spark as secrets are revealed and what some believe to be the truth will turn out to be nothing but lies. While others may discover that they’re not as different as they had believed. But will it matter if there is no world left? Set after 4x09."
The first part has been posted already and I already love it. Jess is the author of another one of my all-time favorites, “Wicked Schemes”, so I know this one is just going to be fantastic!
So, get on this one, folks. You don’t want to miss it. :)

nfinneman:

Cover request from the super talented Jess for her new, already amazing, fic, “The Devil’s Backbone

"With the race on for the cure, some will fall, some will rise, and some will go insane. Friendships end and new ones spark as secrets are revealed and what some believe to be the truth will turn out to be nothing but lies. While others may discover that they’re not as different as they had believed. But will it matter if there is no world left? Set after 4x09."

The first part has been posted already and I already love it. Jess is the author of another one of my all-time favorites, “Wicked Schemes”, so I know this one is just going to be fantastic!

So, get on this one, folks. You don’t want to miss it. :)


entitled; How I Met Yousummary; “Go home.” Luke sheaths his blade and looks at his sister with hard eyes.”You can’t save all the haints, Christie.” She laughs at that. She wasn’t trying to save anybody. She was trying to keep peace.rating; PGdisclaimer; I figured that until we got something on how they came to be Defiance’s “power couple” or whatever, why not theorize ourselves? Probably will turn into a mulit- chapter one shots about all the way they could have met.

entitled; How I Met You
summary; “Go home.” Luke sheaths his blade and looks at his sister with hard eyes.”You can’t save all the haints, Christie.” She laughs at that. She wasn’t trying to save anybody. She was trying to keep peace.
rating; PG
disclaimer; I figured that until we got something on how they came to be Defiance’s “power couple” or whatever, why not theorize ourselves? Probably will turn into a mulit- chapter one shots about all the way they could have met.


Title: Meryton High
Author: PoetWITHOUTaCause
Rating: PG
Pairing:  Darcy and Elizabeth; Jane and Bingley
Summary: It’s high school. Rumors are spread, feelings are realized, hearts are crushed, and drama unfolds!
Warnings: angst… at the moment
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author’s Notes: Reviews are always welcome :) All the same characters, set in the time of 2012-13, set to the same story. A story of the ‘Love that Started it All”
first chapter | latest chapter
Title: Meryton High
Author: PoetWITHOUTaCause
Rating: PG
Pairing:  Darcy and Elizabeth; Jane and Bingley
Summary: It’s high school. Rumors are spread, feelings are realized, hearts are crushed, and drama unfolds!
Warnings: angst… at the moment
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author’s Notes: Reviews are always welcome :) All the same characters, set in the time of 2012-13, set to the same story. A story of the ‘Love that Started it All”

first chapter | latest chapter


klarolinevalentines:

For queenblairstiara

AU: Caroline and Klaus are in a relationship, but Caroline, due to her talent as a singer, becomes famous. She starts neglecting Klaus, working more and more every day. On a weekend, however, Caroline surprises Klaus, as she… transforms to her previous self, a bubbly teenager. She sings their song to make it up to him, making his smile grow wider, and their relationship grow stronger.


Jealousy || Janny Fanfic

twisted-janny:

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Title: Jealousy

FF.net: TO BE ADDED.

Pairing: Janny

Rating: K

Word Count: 1,354 words.

A/N: Enjoy! Happy Twisted Tuesday! Only 7 days until Twisted <3

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#janny #^

thebartenderofficerparker asked: "♫ Nathan/Audrey"

notactuallyjordanmckee:

You’ll Be In My Heart—Phil Collins

Audrey held the tiny, squalling, baby in her arms and gasped at the sudden rush of emotions that overcame her. This was her child. Her baby girl. Tears filled her eyes and she brought the swaddled newborn to her chest and placed a gentle kiss on that incredibly soft forehead.

She looked up to Nathan’s face and found him smiling, his blue eyes shining with joy and wonder. 

"She’s here," Audrey marveled.

Nathan chuckled, “She is. Thirteen hours later, she’s here.”

It was thirteen hard hours of labor, but baby Emmaline made her appearance; screaming, red, and healthy. 

You’ll be in my heart, from this day on, now and forever more. 

Audrey found herself chuckling softly as a Phil Collins song lyrics filtered through her thoughts. 

"You’ll be my baby," she whispered to Emmaline, "Always."


teambrallie:

Surprise! Read my new fanfic HERE!
I’ll post the full chapter on here later! Tell me what you guys think :)

teambrallie:

Surprise! Read my new fanfic HERE!

I’ll post the full chapter on here later! Tell me what you guys think :)


Anonymous asked: "Belle wakes up from a horrible dream that was the S3 midseason finale and gets unusually clingy with Rumpelstiltskin. He doesn't understand why she suddenly won't let him out of her sight."

esinofsardis:

PSA: I’m taking Rumbelle fluff prompts all night.

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Rumpelstiltskin wakes to a sharp breath that isn’t his. Eyes flying open, he looks around for the source of the noise. Belle is sitting straight up in bed, breathing heavily.

“Sweetheart?” he mumbles.

“I’m fine,” she says, her chest heaving a few more times. “It was just a bad dream.”

~~~

He wakes again in the cool of the morning. The sheets around him are warm, so unlike the cold forest floors of Neverland. And Belle is there. She’s curled up beside him, pressed up against him in her slumber. Her hands are clenched between his chest and hers, nails pressing into palms almost hard enough to break skin.

Daring to expose himself to the cold enough to sit up a little, he tries to pry open her fingers. She stirs at his touch, moaning a bit without waking. He smiles and leans down to brush a kiss against her cheek. How he longed for this in Neverland—and even before then. The joy of waking by her side each morning, knowing that their whole future is ahead of them. Together. In love.

Another kiss wakes her and her eyes snap open, panic taking them for a moment before she’s awake enough to focus on him. She gasps, her face lighting up, then she’s practically lunging at him, her mouth completely covering his and her slight weight knocking him back into the bed. Her kisses are hungry, desperate, and he can barely keep up with her. He’s not complaining, only shocked a bit by her enthusiasm. Still, not complaining.

~~~

Later, Rumpel finds her reading in the study. She’s always reading. There are so many more books in this world than either of them ever even saw in their own. Belle seems determined to read every single one of them. The chair she sits in nearly buries her. It’s big and soft, enough to fit both of them. Her brow is creased with concentration, but her eyes sparkle. A good story then. She smiles when he enters, scooting over so there’s room for him.

“I can’t, sweetheart,” he says. “I have a few things to take care of in town. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

A strange emotion crosses her face. Fear? Terror? Her book snaps shut and drops to the chair, bouncing a bit on the cushion. “I’m coming with you,” she says.

“There’s no need. Finish your book. You were enjoying it.”

“I’m coming,” she says, leaving no room for argument. He shrugs, and she takes his arm, gripping it tight.

~~~

In his shop, she’s antsy. She simply cannot sit still. Her book is still sitting on the chair at home and she claims to be too wrapped up in that story to start another one. He offers to go get it for her. She jumps up and says it’s alright. He ducks into the front of the shop to check his records. She follows him, hopping up on the counter. He returns to the back room. She sits on the bed there, kicking her feet against the floor and watching him. He tells her he’ll be back in a second—he left his pen in the front. On his way back, he nearly knocks her over, not realizing she was behind him. She paces the back room. She babbles. He can’t think. She can’t keep quiet. He asks her to please wait back here while he goes out front. He needs to add some things up. She follows, whispering that she’ll be very quiet. Her fingers drum a-rhythmically on the glass.

“What’s going on?” he asks, as calmly as he can. “You’re not yourself.”

“I’m fine.” She’s too defensive, lying for sure. He doesn’t say so, just waits. “It’s the nightmare,” she says finally, her voice thick with emotion, refusing to meet his eyes. “I dreamed… I dreamed that you died.”

A single tear falls from her beautiful eye. Instinctively, he wipes it away. It’s hot on his finger. The simple touch turns into a caress as his hand linger on her face. “Sweetheart,” he says, stepping closer to her, “I’m here. It was a dream.”

She nods, taking a shuddering breath. Then without warning she’s flung herself against him. His arms wrap around her, holding her close. “I couldn’t live without you,” she sobs.

“Nor I without you.”