Frederick was a lot of things but killer was not among them. Will glanced out of the window at Jack, who had just parked and was moving to step out onto the snow, and back at Frederick's scared expression. The sliver of guilt grew when he saw himself in the man before him. Frightened, confused, and knowing no matter what was said, no one would believe a word.

Collection of ficlets written on tumblr. Hannigram prompts. Rating is a general T for predicted blatant violence. Contains mpreg, A/b/o verse, and whatever other kinks prompts I'll probably fill later.

Following the Miranda broadwave, there's only one direction for Malcolm Reynolds and his crew to go. Part Nine: Wrath: Cornered on Persephone, River faces both the dark products of the Academy, and her own inner demons. Post-BDM, Series.