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Hey yall! Long time no post...

I'm in need of some assistance. I'm trying to find this one Frost Giant Loki x reader fanfiction. I can't find the title so maybe you bright minds can help me find it.

To summarize it:

Reader is human and means to escape their life by taking vacation in a quiet town. (Possibly in Norway?) Reader somehow ends up falling through a portal and gets trapped in a snow storm. Somehow loki is there and ends up on this trek to Jotunheim.

They go on this big journey from Loki being crowned King to him actually ruling and visiting the other kingdoms that Laufey neglected. Reader plays a key role and ends up being the solution to a prophecy. She earns her title and respect from the other frost giants by being the only human to wield a very powerful weapon that saves the Frost Giants at the end of the series.

It's a wonderfully written slow burn (almost enemies to lovers) that results in Loki and Reader getting married and ruling Jotunheim together. There was a lot of Norse Mythology and language involved. The title might even be norse.

The fiction got so popular the author turned it into a hard cover book.

If this sounds familiar or you even know what I'm talking about, please let me know! Thank you!

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Angst.

what's your automatic green light for a fanfic, what do you see that makes you immediately open that up in its own tab because you know you're going to read it, what's the all systems go thing for you

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PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (2005) dir. Joe Wright

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A Different Perspective (Harry Hart x Daughter Reader)

Summary:

Y/n, Merlin, and Eggsy are free from their restraints. An olive branch is offered in the form of Y/n being allowed to see her father again. The only thing is, Harry Hart isn’t the same man he used to be.

Part 1

Part 2

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After a brief explanation, and a few apologies, Y/n, Merlin, and Eggsy are released from their chairs. The three immediately stand, the two men brush off their suits, but Y/n stands stock still. An unreadable expression is on her face as she stares forward, her eyes locked onto every movement of her once presumed dead father as he shaves his face.

Eggsy takes notice of Y/n stillness, he crosses the room to her as Merlin begins to discuss something with the other two agents in the room.

A light touch on her elbow causes Y/n to break her stare, she whips her head in the direction of the touch. Eggsy is standing next to her, his hand is still at the back of her arm. It’s a gentle reminder that he’s here for her. Y/n is thankful for the gentle look in his eye as it lets her know that she’s not alone. Eggsy is silently letting her know that she doesn’t need to unpack all the emotions she’s feeling by herself.

Noticing her somber eyes, Eggsy cracks a small smile, a reassuring gesture. Then he asks, “What are you thinking?”

Y/n stares into his eyes a bit longer before taking in a deep breath and returning her gaze to her father. “I’m thinking this isn’t real. That I’m dreaming and I’ll wake up, and he’ll still be gone.”

Eggsy looks at Harry. Seeing the man who became a second dad to him is causing mixed emotions to rise. He can’t imagine what Y/n must be going through. 

Eggsy places a hand on Y/n’s back. “It’s real, love. He’s here.”

Without looking away from her father, Y/n nods. 

Having long abandoned the conversation between Merlin and Tequila, rather focusing on the other two agents, Ginger Ale then steps into view. “You can see him if you’d like.” Directing a look of sympathy to Y/n. 

Y/n’s head snaps to look at Ginger, a simple word hurriedly escapes her mouth and it almost sounds like a plea. “Please.”

Ginger nods. 

The group of Statesmen and Kingsmen then move to the hallway. The floors are a shiny metal and the walls are cream colored. There’s another door a few feet ahead. The group stops in front of it. 

A bundle of jitters form in Y/n’s chest as she stares at the door that Ginger Ale stands in front of. Y/n glances between the door and the Agent. 

“Is he in there?” Y/n asks. Merlin and Eggsy can hear the edge in her voice, a sign of her anxiety rising. 

Ginger Ale’s eyes flit between every other member of the group, trying to gather what type of tension is forming. Her eyes switch between Eggsy and Merlin, taking in their unease, before looking back at Y/n. She swallows before giving Y/n an answer, “Yes,”

Y/n’s hand lunges for the door knob and twists.

Before Y/n can open the door, Ginger Ale clamps her hand onto Y/n’s wrist. That earns her a glare from Y/n. 

The men behind the two women are all taken aback by the interaction.

“What?” Y/n snaps. “Why are you stopping me?” She demands. 

Ginger Ale loosens her grip on Y/n’s wrist slightly before beginning to explain. “He might not be the same.” 

Y/n rolls her eyes. “I’m aware that he may be different after taking a bullet to the head.” She tries to force her way inside again.

“No.”

Ginger yanks Y/n’s wrist back, off the handle. 

Frustration and anger crash through her veins. Y/n nearly punches Ginger right there, not being able to understand why the stupid American won’t allow her to see her father. 

Ginger doesn’t bother to sugarcoat it. “He might not remember you.”

Y/n falters and has to take a step back to steady herself. Eggsy and Merlin stand behind her, shocked by the news. Agent Tequila stands behind all of them, observing.

“Maybe don’t lead with being his daughter. Test the waters first to see if he recognizes you.” 

Y/n, still taken aback by this new knowledge simply nods. Her eyes look at the door knob, before turning to Eggsy. As much as Eggsy wants to see Harry, he settles with himself that Y/n needs to be the first one to see him. He’s just as stunned as she is, but gives her a nod- encouraging her to go in. 

Y/n straightens herself and reaches for the door knob. Without looking back she quickly says “thank you for the warning” to Ginger, then pushes her way inside. 

Her father, Agent Galahad, stands at the far wall. His back to her as he stares at the detailed sketches drawn onto the wall. 

Yn takes in the numerous sketches and writings on the wall, before focusing her attention back to her father. Her heart is beating erratically in anticipation, in fear, in elation? She can’t tell, but it’s beating so damn fast. The sight of him alive causes a toothless smile. Then, she speaks. 

“Hello.” 

“Oh!” Harry turns around, a gentle and welcoming smile on his lips. “Hello there.”

Y/n tries to hold a smile that is just beginning to falter. She takes in his appearance. His face is clean shaven, he’s wearing some sort of hospital looking garments. He has an eye patch- an eye patch? That’s different. His hair is a tad greyer than before, but he’s still her father. Although, something seems off. She questions why his reaction isn’t more exciting. His face didn’t light up with a grin. His eyes didn’t radiate the usual warmth when he looked at her. His reaction was entirely different, almost as if-

 “Do you know who I am?” She asks, afraid of the answer.

  Harry pauses. “Uh, no dear I’m afraid I don’t.” He admits bashfully.

Y/n’s heart tightens. She hadn’t realized how much she missed hearing him call her “dear.” Then, her heart clutches even more at his words. “You, you don’t remember me?”

Harry shakes his head no, a gentle smile still set on his features. 

“I’m..” She can feel the tears rising. “I’m your daughter,” Her voice breaks as she tries to speak again. “Y/n.”

Harry’s eyes widen. He looks at her face and searches her features, taking note of every scar on her face and hair on her head. He then steps back to look at her up and down. "I don't have a daughter."

The room sways slightly and a butterfly floats in front of the woman's face. Harry watches the butterfly before shaking his head to clear his thoughts. His face contorts into something of remembrance as he leans towards Y/n before stepping back with a disbelieving laugh. “Sorry, no, I’m mistaken. I do have a daughter. And although you may have the same name as her, that’s about all the resemblance you share.” 

Y/n’s mouth opens in disbelief, a weight in her chest forms and suddenly her whole body feels heavy.

Harry shakes his head and lifts his hand, gesturing to Y/n. “My daughter is twelve years-old and, well ’ll ma’am you’re about twenty-something years-old.” He nonchalantly shrugs. “You’re not my daughter.” He apologetically grins and turns away to his corner shelf.

Y/n’s eyebrows furrow and she blinks away upcoming tears. “N-no.” She states and trudges up to Harry, making him turn by tugging on his arm.

Harry is alarmed and throws his hands up in surrender. “Woah woah! I didn’t mean any harm by it! I’m sorry but you’re not my daughter!”

Y/n is now a blind mess of tears. “I am your daughter!” She mournfully argues. “And you are my father! You rescued me from abandonment when you were on one of your missions! You didn’t want to take me because you were scared to be a father but you did it anyway! And you gave me the most wonderful life a child could ever ask for! You trained me to be a part of the Kingsmen and…and..” Y/n takes in deep breaths as tears cascade down her face. “And I watched you die.” She turns slightly away from him.

Harry is stunned and, to say the least, quite mortified at the vulnerable expression of emotion he just witnessed from a girl he met less than 20 minutes ago. He eases a bit when she turns away, but tenses up again when she turns back to him.

Her voice comes out in a series of desperate cries. “Please...please you have to remember me.” She looks into his good eye, searching for any recognition. “Please papa,” Harry’s vision begins to wobble again as the girl keeps speaking. “..you have to remember me.”

Harry feels the room swaying. Behind the girl comes out dozens of butterflies. They fly around her and towards him as she continuously repeats the phrase, “please papa.”

Confused and lost, Harry tries to make sense of what he was seeing. He tries to focus on the girl as the butterflies start to surround him, but he still feels like the room around him is wobbling. The girl fades to a blur and when she comes back into focus, in place stands his twelve year-old daughter, Y/n. The girl’s voice blends with his daughter Y/n’s, until his daughter’s voice has over powered the young woman's and he can only hear his daughter calling out, “please papa, remember me.”

Harry reaches out towards his daughter, attempting to steady himself. “Y/n?” He asks before blinking.

He opens his eyes and the butterflies are gone. Instead of his daughter standing in front of him, the same girl stands there, staring at him with teary eyes. The room is steady as he looks around, trying to figure what just happened to him.

Harry focuses his attention back to the woman in front of him. “I’m sorry. I’m not your father.” 

“Y/n.” A voice says into the tense room.

Harry and Y/n turn to the call of her name. 

Eggsy stands there with his head poked into the doorway, “Come on.” He nods his head towards the hallway.

Y/n looks back at Henry, who looks back at her. 

“I’m so sorry to have bothered you, sir. I’ve made a mistake.”

Without waiting to hear his reply Y/n hastily leaves the room to join the others in the hall. As soon as the door shuts behind her, Y/n turns to Eggsy. Unshed tears sit in her eyes. Not caring about the other pairs of eyes watching them, Eggsy opens his arms. Without hesitation, Y/n rushes into his embrace, and when she feels his arms wrap around her, she begins to cry.

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Part 1

Part 2

A lot of my fics end with OC crying. Huh. that’s interesting. 

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Owen Grady X reader romance stories

This is a my first ask! I'll definitely try to get to it. 😘

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She’s the Alpha Masterlist

Incomplete Story (UNDER REVISION) 10 parts so far

Summary: 

With the opening of the new primeval, Jurassic World, Simon Masrani extends his invitation to author and paleontologist (Y/N) Grant to visit and endorse the park. Within her visit she finds herself being offered a job to work with the living version of the fossils she digs up and writes about every day.

Along the way she befriends the boisterous and flirtatious raptor trainer Owen Grady who makes it nearly impossible to complete a routine day's work. How will she manage? 

Though the adventure comes with awe and thrill there also comes the disapproval of her father, the one and only Alan Grant.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

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Her Perspective (Harry Hart x Daughter Reader

Summary: After the annihilation of the Kingsman, Y/n, Merlin, and Eggsy take a trip to the United States to visit their American counterparts. Set after the first movie; Harry is still presumed dead, until the remainder of the Kingsman discovery otherwise. 

Part 1 - Her Father’s Perspective

Part 3 - A Different Perspective

Masterlist

Warning: swearing, guns, the usual kingsman violence and such

After being taken into custody, Y/n, Merlin, and Eggsy were tied to chairs. Each sported a look of noncooperation as Agent Tequila paced in front of them. 

“You don’t wanna talk?” Agent Tequila raises a brow in disbelief. “Fine. Maybe this’ll help.”

The blank screen in front of them changed into a one way mirror, revealing, the believed to be dead, Harry Hart. He shaved himself, blissfully unaware of the people that watched him.

At the sight of their old friend, Eggsy and Merlin exclaimed, “Harry!”

Y/n remained still. Suddenly, she feels the emotions she had to suppress for the last year resurface as she sees her father’s face. Her head tells her to stop believing in the lie projected in front of them. She drowns out the yelling from her colleagues and all she can focus on is the face of the man who she thought was gone from her life forever.

Her breathing quickens and her eyes tear up as she convinces herself that he isn’t real. She tells herself that he isn’t alive, and breathing, and completely oblivious to the fact that he is being watched. 

Then, too familiarly, a gun is raised to her father’s head and she can’t warn him about it. This time, she can see the gun directed at him from her own perspective, and she doesn’t know which experience is worse. 

Seeing the gun pointed at him again makes something snap inside of Y/n. She’s filled with utter rage.

“Is this a fucking joke to you?” She yells at Agent Tequila with blood shot eyes, a result of restraining herself from crying.

All talking ceases except for her’s.

She fights her restraints and she continues to yell at the man holding a gun to her oblivious father’s head. “What kind of fucking sick person do you have to be, to make a man’s daughter watch his death for a second time?” She huffs and realizes what she said. She had just revealed, to this unknown organization, what her connection to the man in their custody was.

Y/n tries to cover her mess up by hardening her gaze. “Oh don’t give me that bullshit look of surprise.” She sneers at Agent Tequila. “Don’t act like you didn’t know who he fucking was. You wanted information and you fucking got it. You wanted to know who we are, I just confirmed it for you,” Y/n leans as far forward as her restraints allow her, to intimidate Tequila. “Didn’t I?”

Agent Tequila looks at Y/n, contemplating her words, before nodding his head and lowering the guns. 

Just then, the door bursts open and in comes a woman with an umbrella. She tosses the umbrella to Agent Tequila then grabs some towels from the rack next to her. “Their story checks out.”

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part 1- Her Father’s Perspective

part 3 - A Different Perspective

I have a second part but we’ll see how long it takes to post that lmao

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Thomas Shelby x Wife Reader

Summary: A quiet evening meant for celebration is thrown into chaos. Y/n wills herself to play into the daunting role that comes with being Thomas Shelby’s wife, because it might be the only thing keeping her alive. 

Masterlist

Tommy lowkey feels very oc so idk how to feel about that. im not good at writing suspense...its also very long. ha :,)

Warning: blood, guns, knives, fights, usual peaky blinder violence

If anyone knew Y/n Shelby, then they would know that she can’t stand seeing dead bodies. Although in her case, having that reaction would seem ironic, considering her husband was Thomas Shelby. 

It was around 9pm when Y/n slipped her night robe off and lay back on her bed. Her night was just winding down and she was waiting for Thomas to get back. He said he would try to be home around midnight, and to not wait up. He and his brothers would be at the Garrison, celebrating Arthur’s return from prison and discussing what was to be done with the Jews and Italians next. 

Y/n knew it would be a couple hours for Tommy to be home, so she settled onto their bed and grabbed a book off her night stand. 

The room was bathed in a warm, orange and yellow light— the type of light candles can give. When she was home alone, Y/n liked to use candle light. It reminded her of a time before the war and before this gang business, when all she and Tommy had to worry about was getting enough candles to light up the dinner table. 

Half an hour had passed and Y/n had gotten through a decent number of pages in her book. She felt her eyes drooping and decided it was time to call it a night. She stretched and cracked her neck before turning to place her book on the nightstand. Just as she was about to place the book down, she heard a creak downstairs. 

She froze.

Tommy wasn’t supposed to be back until midnight and none of the Shelby family would come over this late without a call, that was their safety protocol. 

She listened for more creaking. 

After Tommy had bought their house he had insisted on replacing the creaky floor boards, but decided to keep a few. In certain spots, that could be easily avoided if one knew where to walk, the floor would still creak. It was a safety thing that Tommy and Y/n agreed would be good to have. If the floorboards downstairs still creaked after the first step, it wasn’t one of them. 

Creak...creak...creak...

That wasn’t Tommy. 

Y/n took in a deep breath as she put herself back into a sitting position on the bed. An intruder was in her house. At the moment, the Peaky Blinders had a lot of enemies. It could be anyone. Mostly, someone with a gun. 

She listened as the person made their way upstairs. She could hear them passing Tommy’s office, and the guest bedroom. This person knew where their room was, and she could only deduce from their movement’s that they were coming for her. 

Y/n was scared. She knew how to defend herself, but didn’t like doing it if she didn’t have to. Rolling her shoulders, she prepared herself for the inevitable. She’d have to fight tonight. 

To be clear, Y/n Shelby wasn’t unable to fight. She was a pro at throwing knives, which she preferred to guns; much to Tommy’s dismay. She knew how to shoot a gun and could decently fare in hand to hand combat, but she was still scared. Her heart beat in her chest quickly and anxiety bubbled to the surface. A normal reaction to knowing someone broke into your house to hurt you, or worse. Y/n assumed it was the latter. However, instead of letting her fear show, she turned on her fake calmness. A trick she forced herself to learn as Thomas Shelby’s wife. The alarm that was spread across her face vanished, instead being replaced with an eerily calm facade.

There was no point in locking the door. The person knew how to get past those if he made it into their living room. She heard their steps stop at the front of her door, she raised her book to her face, pretending like she was reading.

Act calm. She told herself.

Then, the door burst open.

Back at the pub, the Shelby brothers  were sitting around the table in the snug. Sharing laughs and taking on their third round of Whiskey.

“Alright boys,” Tommy began, placing his glass down and looking around the table. “We’ve had our fun, business begins now.” His content expression turned serious. 

His other brothers, and cousin Michael, cleared their throats and straightened up. 

“As you know, taking Arthur out of prison is a direct threat to the Sabini’s. It shows that even in London we have enough influence to get our own men out, if needed.”

The brothers nodded, and shared looks.

Tommy continued, “Getting Arthur out was our first move. Now it’s the Italian’s and the Jew’s turn but we don’t know when their next strike will be. So, from this moment on we have to be aware, alert, and ready for every—”

The door flew open.

Sir!” Out of breath, Isaiah stood with one hand on the door knob, looking at Tommy. 

“Oi!” Arthur shouted. “You know better than to interrupt!” 

Tommy nodded his head at Arthur, then turned to Isaiah. “What is it, lad.”

“Better be important,” John added. 

“Sir, the Italians are here. My dad spotted them making their way down the lane. They got a group with guns and a car. We best hurry.” Isaiah said in a rushed voice.

With that all the Shelby men stood and placed their caps on, rushing out of the snug. 

Upon noticing the urgency in which the brothers exited, the rest of the Peaky Blinders in the pub were at full alert, waiting for Tom’s next words. The crowd silenced as the brothers stood at the snug doors, facing the onlookers. 

“If you aren’t a Peaky Blinder,” Tom eyed the crowd, “leave.” 

Noise filled the bar again as chairs shuffled, cups were placed on tables, and the front doors opened and closed.

Tom didn’t speak again until there were only Peaky Blinders left. He pulled out his revolver and checked it, making sure there were bullets, before looking up again. 

“Battle formation, men. The Italians are here.” 

Then in a flurry of peaky hats and over coats, the rest of the men got into their positions. Some ran up the stairs to get the extra cases of shotguns and revolvers. Others pulled out their own handguns and checked them as well. The Shelby boys looked at each other, a silent way of saying ‘good luck’. 

Once Tommy deemed every one armed, he nodded to Arthur, who shouted to move out. 

The Shelbies were at the front, while everyone fell behind them in triangle formation. As they marched outside, they could see the group of Italians rounding the corner. 

It was rather intimidating. An outline of men and guns on shoulders, a rather sizable group at that, illuminated by the truck headlights that followed behind. It was a sight to see.

Darby Sabini stood at the front, a shotgun slung over his shoulder.

As the groups marched towards each other and came to a stop, a man behind Thomas called out to the front. “At your command Sergeant Major.”

A hushed tone of agreement spread throughout the group.

Darby stepped forward. “Thought you could come on our turf and get away with it, aye?” 

Tommy stepped forward as well, hands in his pockets. “It was meant as a friendly gesture, but I don’t think you have enough friends to know what that means.”

A small smirk made its way onto Tommy’s face as he stared Darby down. 

Darby narrowed his eyes, irritated at that remark. “I’ll show you what friendly means. Now!”

A hail of gunfire began and the sound of shots being fired filled the lane. It was chaos. Bullets flew and body’s fell. Punches were thrown and blood was spread. More men jumped out of the covered truck and ran to beat down the men on the other side. 

Tommy ducked and punched, kicked and shot. In the middle of punching a man in the gut he yelled, “Leave Darby for me!”

His men did just that. 

Thomas fought his way to the center of the fight, where Darby had just knocked out a Peaky Blinder. Tommy aimed his gun and walked forward, aiming at Darby. The fighting on both sides ceased.

“I didn’t bring a battalion to your town.” Tommy spoke clearly, in a raised voice. 

Darby aimed his gun as well. The two circled each other as men on both sides stopped to observe the interaction. They watched Tommy and Darby tread carefully, like two tentative predators waiting for their opposer to falter.

“You still showed up. That was enough.”

The two men were breathing heavily, a result from the brawls they just finished.

“What’s your purpose for being here, Sabini?” Thomas stopped pacing, his gun still firmly held up. 

Darby stopped as well. An obnoxious laugh left his lips. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Tommy didn’t move. He held a blank face, but his eyes still watched Darby with intensity. 

Not waiting for a response Darby continued, “I’m reminding you that I can take away everything you have in an instant. I already put your brother in jail, which it seems wasn’t a good enough warning for you, since you stupidly had him released so quickly.”

Darby took a couple steps toward Thomas, gun raised. 

“Killing me won’t do anything. I got people in place to still ruin you.” Thomas stated, his tone flat. 

Darby lowered his gun, a sickly calm smile spread across his face. It was an unsettling sight that made Tommy begin to think something was off.

“Oh Tommy boy, I’m just the distraction,” Darby’s eyes noticeably darkened, “How’s your wife these days?”

Tommy’s eyes widened and his finger pulled the trigger.

Darby fell to the ground dead, a bullet was lodged in the center of his forehead. 

Then like a wave, the fighting began again.

As soon as the gunshot rang, Tommy saw red. He shot, punched, kicked or swung at anyone in his way as he fought to get out of the crowd. He didn’t bother shouting an explanation to his brothers as he ran to his car. 

Tommy shoved his keys into the ignition and started the car. Tommy slammed his foot on the gas as soon as the engine roared to life. The car’s lights illuminated the carnage left from the battle. The Peaky Blinders were the last ones standing, as Tommy expected, but paid no mind to. His thoughts too consumed with conjuring the hundreds of horrible possibilities he might see upon arriving home, all ending with a bloodied image of Y/n.

John and Arthur ran towards the car, causing Thomas to slam on the breaks. 

“Where are you going?” John asked urgently. 

“They’re going for Y/n.” Thomas hastily replied.

John and Arthur jumped on the side of the car just in time before Tommy could speed up again. 

Michael and Finn watched as the older Shelby boys passed them. 

“Great. So we’re left to clean up the mess.”

At the house, Y/n held her book to her face as the door burst open. She turned her head and was met with the sight of a man pointing a gun at her. His clothes were clean and he looked very young. Her eyes flitted from the gun to his shoes, then to his eyes, then back to the gun. 

“On your feet.” He demanded. 

“What?” Y/n feigned innocence, despite her struggle to keep calm.

The man, gun still held towards her, trudged over and ripped the book from her hands, throwing it onto the floor. 

“I said on your feet!” He yelled in her face, backing away so he was a few feet from the bed.

She stared into his eyes, an impassive look on her face. Y/n looked back down at the gun. 

With a purse of her lips and a shrug she stated, “I’d rather not.”

The man’s soldier esc demeanor nearly slipped at her blatant defiance of his orders. “It’s not an option lady! Get up.”

She chuckled. “Y’see, lad. I’ve been on my feet all day. Have you ever worn heels for over six hours? Rather painful you know.”

Her cocky attitude betrayed her quickly beating heart that was full of adrenaline.

In an effort to scare her, he menacingly stepped forward. “I ain’t afraid to hurt you lady, but the boss wants you alive. If you keep disobeying me, I'm allowed to use force.”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh really, and who is your boss? I must thank him for not wanting me dead.” 

She knew she was playing with her life, but if this boy was as inexperienced as he looked, she would get the information she needed to warn Tommy. Granted, if she got out of this situation. 

“Sabini.” The man bluntly answered. 

Y/n swallowed. This wasn’t good. If Sabini’s men were here and not in London, she needed to warn Thomas immediately. Her heart pumped faster than she thought possible and every nerve in her body was on the verge of trembling from fear.

“I see.” Y/n turned her head to the foot of the bed. “Well, like I said, I’d rather not get up. Matter of fact, I’d rather keep reading. So be a dear and hand me my book, would ya?” She was stalling.

“C’mon lady, stop being stubborn. You don't even got a weapon to be making these demands.” The man sneered.

Y/n slowly adjusted herself so that she scooted away from the pillows that propped her up. She straightened her legs on the bed, her left crossed over her right. Then she leaned back on her arms, purposely pushing up her chest to show off her unbinded chest. Hopefully, he’d be dumb enough to look at her distraction, and he was. 

“Ah, well. It was worth a shot. I can tell that you're new to this whole— kidnapping thing. If you want to get better at it then you should learn this.” She paused before looking back at the man, “Always do research on your target.”

The young man’s brows furrowed, obviously confused. 

“If you did your research, like a good little gangster,” She began as she slid her left leg up off her right, causing her silk nightgown to slowly expose her leg. The man’s eyes roamed her leg once she stopped moving, leaving her left leg in a bent position. She reached for the hem of the dress and raised it further up her left leg, stopping until it got to her mid thigh, “Then you would know, that I’m always armed.”

In a swift and well practiced motion, Y/n grabbed the sharp, throwing knife from her thigh holster, and threw. The knife landed in the man’s chest, in his heart. Looking down at the knife, the man stumbled backwards, tripping over his own feet and falling onto his back. Blood quickly formed a growing splotch of red on his shirt. Y/n quickly stood from the bed to remove the gun from the man’s hand, she then crouched over him. 

She placed her hand on the knife handle, “It was a shame you didn’t do your research.” Then she pushed the knife forward, until she felt through the blade that it had really punctured his heart.

Y/n stood over the man’s body, gun in her hand, and watched the blood puddle grow. She backed away until her knees hit the bed and gave way. Letting out a shaky breath, she sat with the gun in her lap. In an attempt to avoid looking at the body laid in front of her, Y/n stared at the ceiling. 

The adrenaline began to wear off, and the reality of the situation dawned on her. She could have died, quite easily too. If her attacker had not been so inexperienced and if she wasn’t wanted brought back alive, she could have died. Then, she thought of her husband.

Tommy. 

Had the man lying dead on her carpet opened the door and shot, Tommy would have had to come home to her dead body instead. The thought of Tommy finding her body, cold and bloody, scared her more than death. She couldn’t imagine the pain of him being alone. He would blame himself for her death. He would say he couldn’t protect her, and he would loathe himself for the rest of his life. Tears began to prick her eyes and her throat tightened. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the tears to go away and for her erratic heart beat to calm down. 

She killed a man.

That’s the only thought she could process. Her emotions muddled her thinking. Never before had she used her knives to kill. She used guns, from far away. She used punches to knock people out. She used her knives to injure, but never before had she needed them to kill. She was slightly glad for the memory of Tommy coming back home from an errand, returning with the thin knife holster that he insisted she wear when he wasn’t home. She was also glad that she made it a rule for herself to never take it off unless Tommy was home with her. 

Then, the silence of the house was broken again. She flinched. This time, the sound came from the front door slamming open and muffled shouts that she could only register as her name. 

“Y/n! Y/n where are you?” The voice shouted.

She couldn’t pinpoint who it was, not in her boggled state of mind, but she knew it was safe. So she answered. 

“In the bedroom.” 

Her eyes were still shut and her head faced the ceiling when Tommy rushed in.

“Y/n.” His voice was slightly breathless as he took in the sight before him. 

The room was covered in warm, candle light, giving a complete opposite tone to the tense atmosphere. His wife sat on the bed with a gun in her lap. A man, with his wife’s knife in his chest, laid dead on the ground and a puddle of blood surrounded his wound. 

Y/n opened her eyes and looked at her husband. She could see the fear and worry that filled his eyes, his face in slight shock.

Thomas was relieved to see his wife unharmed, but he could see the tears that were threatening to fall. Her slumped shoulders were signs of exhaustion. The way her chest moved up and down with heavy breathes told him she was on the verge of holding herself together. 

Arthur and John came bounding up the stairs next, and found their places on either side of Thomas. 

Y/n’s voice came out void of emotion, but her teary eyes said it all. “One of Sabini’s men.” She stated before turning her eyes to the ceiling once more, trying to blink away tears. “Please get him out of my sight.” The growing puddle of blood made her want to throw up. 

“You heard her,” Thomas said in a low tone, staring at his wife with concerned eyes. “Get rid of ‘em.” His voice was just above a whisper.

Arthur and John stepped forward, grabbing the man by his arms and lugged him out of the room. Only once the man had been removed did Thomas walk towards his wife. Only when he wrapped his arms around her did she let herself cry. She let herself sob and express how truly scared she was when the man burst into her room, and pointed a gun to her head. 

Thomas held her close and kissed her head. He whispered in her ear that she was okay, and that she did what she needed to do. Holding her close, he told her he loved her, and promised to never let anything like that happen to her again. 

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ugh stop thinking about them and take a nap bitch

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When you're crushing on someone do you ever just test out pet names in your head for certain situations- and mentally save them for if they work or not

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She’s the Alpha (Owen Grady x Reader) .10

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Chapter 10

“That was a close one.”

“You open the gate, I’ll go in.” Owen hurriedly stated once he and Y/n came to a stop at the raptor enclosure. Without a moment’s hesitation, or a reply from Y/n, Owen began sprinting towards the gate. The concrete walls of the open enclosure did little to nothing to hide the snarls coming from within. Owen could hear Echo and Charlie calling to their older sisters, hopefully in an attempt to chide them away from ripping at each other’s throats. The sound carried over the concrete barriers, through the barred gates and into Owen’s ears. His heartbeat quickened and he felt his chest clench at every growl made. He could only imagine the damage Blue and Delta could have done to each other, praying to whatever higher being there was that he was wrong. 

The visceral sounds of the two sisters fighting could be heard from the car where Y/n stood.

Letting out a gasp of surprise at the threatening screeches, Y/n slammed her car door shut. “Are you crazy?” She shouted while running towards the man who was already putting protective armor to go inside the enclosure, “They might be babies, Owen, but they’re still raptors.”

Owen stopped putting on the armor for a brief moment to glance at Y/n, as if to contemplate her words before one of the raptors let out another snarl, a reminder of his needed urgency. 

As soon as the protective gear covering his arms, legs, and torso was completely strapped tight, Owen swung the first gate open and stepped inside. 

Y/n’s eyes widened as Owen locked the gate behind him. His eyes shot up to hers.

“To get all of us out of here safe, you need to do exactly as I say. Got it?” Owen’s brows furrowed.

Y/n wasn’t used to Owen’s gruff, stern voice. He had only ever spoken to her with a joking manner. In all the time they had known each other, Owen had never used such a commanding and serious tone. His voice dropped to a sound that Y/n could only describe as a deep chest voice. She supposed that would happen in a dire situation such as this. Stunned by the use of this new type of speech Y/n could only stare into Owen’s eyes as the noise of Blue and Delta fighting grew louder. 

She had taken a moment too long to reply.

“Y/n!” Owen snapped. 

His chest was now heaving with adrenaline. His girls were in there, fighting for goodness knows how long. Every second he spent out here could be a drop of blood, a tooth, a piece of skin or even a life lost. 

Y/n blinked at his voice raise. 

“I need all your focus right now. Can you do that?” Owen spoke again, this time with the same urgency but in a different, more gentle, tone of voice. 

A silent moment of understanding passed through them.

Y/n nodded. The adrenaline of the situation was now kicking into her veins. A new feeling of determination settled into her frame. Owen nodded a thanks before barking out the plan.

After quickly turning on the main lights, Owen could see the damage Delta and Blue had left to the enclosure. Dirt was kicked up, plants were crushed. Echo and Charlie could be seen in their respective cages, barking towards the center of the area. Following their line of sight Owen could see Delta and Blue circling each other, snarling, teeth bared, and snapping.

Blue had multiple scratch wounds on her haunches. They were bleeding and fresh. A bite mark could be seen just above Delta’s shoulder. It didn’t seem too deep, which brought a small ounce of relief to Owen’s vast pool of worry.

Owen stepped toward the main gates that led into the enclosure.

“On my count okay?” He called back to Y/n.

Y/n stared at the two sisters fighting, worry pooled in her eyes. “Okay.” She answered, in a just as determined tone.

“1,” Owen readied himself to run. “2,” Y/n let out a shaky breath as Owen counted down. “3!”

Y/n opened the gates and Owen ran into the enclosure, blowing a whistle and waving a piece of meat he had grabbed from the raptor’s feeding area. The two sisters halted their fighting upon hearing the ruckus coming towards them, turning their heads to look at the spectacle in front of them. 

The plan was that Owen would go inside the enclosure, distract the girls, then use the meat to lure them into their respective cages. Owen was now ten feet away from the adolescent velociraptors, their attention no longer on each other.

He let go of the whistle to grab another piece of meat from his utility belt. “Hey! Yeah that’s right, eyes on me.”

He began waving the two pieces of meat in the air. “You want some of this right? Not each other? C’mon, you can have it.”

The sisters looked at each other, before turning their bodies towards Owen. They began slowly slinking their way towards him, much like a cat would walk as it hunted its prey. 

Despite the fact that Blue and Delta only measured in about three feet in height, they still held an air of danger around them, and Owen had to remind himself that if he took one misstep, it could be the end of his life. 

“Alright girls,” Owen slowly led the raptors around their enclosure, back to their cages. “Okay, look at me Delta,” He waved the meat in front of her, “This is for you,” then he tossed a piece of meat into her cage. 

Delta’s eyes followed the movement of the meat from Owen’s hands to the floor of her cage before going inside after it. Y/n closed Delta’s gate as soon as her tail was in.

Owen’s eyes never left Blue’s. “Your turn now Blue,” Blue cocked her head to the side, “Work with me here okay? This one is yours.” Owen waved the meat, Blue’s eye flitted to the movement. “You want it? Go get it.” Owen tossed it into her cage. 

Blue immediately ran for it, instantly ripping the meat apart as soon as it touched her lips. 

Owen let out a sigh of genuine relief. The hard part was over. For now his girls were safe. Owen began walking towards the exit, at ease now that Blue and Delta were safe again. 

Y/n pushed the button to close Blue’s gate once she had run in. Once Y/n heard the machinery working to close the door, she let out the worried breath she was holding. She stepped away from the door control panels to smile at Owen, but her smiling dropped once she looked behind him. 

The noise the machinery had been making had stopped, which would normally indicate that the Blue’s door was closed. Only this time, the noise had stopped, yet Blue’s gate was still open. The anxiety that had left Y/n returned, and her eyes widened in dread. Blue had finished her snack, turned around, and fixed her eyes on Owen. 

Noticing Y/n’s change of expression, Owen arched a brow. “What? Is there something on my face?”

Y/n’s expression turned into horror as Bue began trotting out of her cage, then started to run. 

“Owen run!”

“What?” 

“RUN!” Y/n exclaimed again, rushing over to the door panel. 

Seeing the look of pure terror on Y/n’s face, Owen didn’t dare look back, but started sprinting towards the exit. Owen could hear the crunching of dried leaves under his feet as he ran. The trees lining the enclosure meshed into a canopy of green as he dashed by. He could hear the other velociraptor’s calling to each other. The sounds only egged him on to run faster. Owen’s heart pounded in his chest and its beating filled his ears. His heart beat mixed with Y/n’s screams and the look of pure terror on her face caused a surge of adrenaline to rush towards her and the gate. 

“CLOSE THE GATE!” He yelled once he was almost 10 feet away.

Y/n shook her head fervently. “Are you crazy?” She shouted back, brows furrowed and eyes wide.

“Just do it!” Owen replied as he almost neared the open gate.

Y/n’s eyes flitted between Owen and the gate button. She took in a quick breath, then pressed the button to close the gate. The gate then lowered as Owen neared, about 5 feet away. Y/n could still see Blue behind Owen. Blue was reaching her neck out, trying to close the 3 feet distance between her and Owen.

Owen calculated the distance between him and the nearly closed gate before deciding to jump into a dive. He tucked his legs inward as he hit the ground, rolling under the gate just in time for it to shut and keep Blue from biting him. Owen sat up, trying to calm his breathing. His back faced the shut gate. He could feel Blue’s let out irritated huff on the back of his neck, which sent an involuntary shiver of fear down his spine, before hearing her turn around and walk away.

Turning so his back was now facing the solid wall, Owen slumped against it. 

He closed his eyes, breathing in and out deeply before speaking, “That was a close one.”

Y/n pressed her back against the wall too, closing her eyes and copying Owen’s previous actions, “Yeah. No shit.”

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All An Act (Draco x Snape Reader Imagine)

Summary: Y/n is Snape’s daughter and is forced to act as a death eater. Her and Draco are the only children allowed in the inner circle. Voldemort has somehow implied that these two teenagers dating would be beneficial to their parents and solidify their loyalty to the dark side. Of course, out of fear, they comply.

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Y/n and Draco walk down the halls of Hogwarts, the slightly cold afternoom air surrounds them. School is out for the day and students can be seen walking around campus in various forms of warm attire. Draco holds Y/n’s books as they silently stroll through the campus, looking for a quiet and warm place to study.

Y/n side stares at Draco as he looks on ahead, she takes in the expression on his face. He holds her books with an air of contentment, as if he is truly enjoying being next to her, taking part in a gesture that seems all too normal for a young couple in love. He softly smiles, as if he’s slowly letting himself relax with each step towards one of the warmer areas of the castle.

"You know Draco, you can drop the act." Y/n states, looking forward toward the path ahead of them.

Draco stops walking at her words and his heart slightly clenches in surprise. "What act?"

"The nice guy act. My father isn't around and we're not in a meeting. You don't have to pretend." Y/n keeps walking forward, leaving Draco a few steps behind her.

Draco blinks and lets a moment of silence pass before walking in big strides to catch up with Y/n. "There is no act. I'm not pretending." 

This time, she stops her brisk walk, her cease of movements causing a the cold autumn air to nip at her skin. "Draco. You don't need to act like a gentleman the whole time. You-know-who isn't watching our every move. You don't need to pretend to be nice to me."

"Yn, this isn't an act." He insists.

She sighs. "Draco, it's okay. You don't need to pretend to like me just becau-"

"Yn I'm not pretending." His eyes were true. His words were true, but Y/n didn’t know that, not yet at least. Draco hadn’t planned on telling her any part of the truth behind his more than friendly actions. In fact, he hadn’t even sorted out what he was feeling, and yet, here we was confirming that he did feel more than whatever this pretend relationship was meant to be. Draco didn’t like that this is how he was coming to realization. He didn’t like that Y/n had to acknowledge his chivalrous actions as disingenuous for him to understand that his feelings were real. 

Y/n stared at Draco with disappointed eyes. She felt saddened that he would continue with this act of care. Y/n was beginning to enjoy this -fake- union deemed worthy by He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, and that meant she had to immediately distance her self from it, from Draco. 

Draco notices in the look of slight sadness and disappointment in her eyes. Her eyes, her gorgeous eyes that he can stare into for hours. Her beautiful eyes that make him feel like there is no impending war, like there are no such things as Dark Marks and unforgivable curses. Her calming eyes that cast looks of reassurance to him when they sit across from each other in Death Eater meetings. 

"I'm not pretending to like you.” Draco swallows, deciding to speak freely of his unexplored feelings, letting whatever he means to think of silently be said out loud. “I do like you. I wouldn't walk you to class, hold your books, accompany you to Hogsmeade and sit with you during free periods if I didn't like you. Y/n, I really like you. I have for a while, and all this happening solidified what I feel for you."

Y/n’s throat suddenly feels constricted, and her eyes begin to well with tears.  She casts her eyes to the ground, as to avoid Draco’s all too close to endearing gaze. Y/n couldn’t dispute that she had been harboring these untapped feelings for Draco since their second year at Hogwarts, since they shared that night of unfiltered and raw vulnerability when they discussed how painful it was to have such estranged relationships with their fathers. She had been waiting years for him to say something about the unmentioned feelings they shared, but now that she heard it, she wished he was saying it to someone else.

"Draco..." The warm sound of his name escaping her lis mixes with the cold air and forms a visible breath infront their faces.

"I know. It's sudden and inconvenient, but you don't have to like me back. I've felt this connection with you, nothing like ever before and I-"

"We can't." The tears gathering in her eyes ever so slightly threaten to fall and expose her gathering emotions.

"What?" The familiar weight of the books he's carried numerous times with out tire, suddenly feel too heavy.

Y/n pauses and looks into his eyes once more. Only to see deep pools of hope, crushed by confusion. 

"We are already our parents' weaknesses. We can't risk having anymore. You and I, together...that would create a whole other type of weakness. If you-know-who found out we truly cared for each other....oh Draco, just imagine the cruel things he would do." She looked at him with a broken heart.

"We can't Draco, and you know why."

He reaches out for her, only to grasp air. She stepped back. "I'm sorry."

Without as much as a bid good bye, she left him alone in the chilly hall, only to succumb to the dreadful pang of inner hatred in his chest.

Posted: 2/22/21

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I get antsy when I haven’t produced content in awhile. I worry I’ll be forgotten. I feel like I have to keep buying my place in fandom with stuff like art and writing. Which makes it hard to produce content because that’s a lot of pressure to put on my creativity muses. So I sit here worrying instead. 

Bleh. 

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Harry: *walks out of the room*

Y/n: bye dad!

Recruit: Galahad is your dad??

Y/n: *shrugs* yeah?

Recruit: kinda wish he were my daddy too

Y/n: *visibly holding back vomit* kindly shut the fuck up

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Are you planning to write a sequel to Her Father’s Perspective, because I would very much like to read it if you are. 👀🥰

Yesss I sure am :D it's like the only fic on my mind rn lol. I'm working out the details like how it will fit into the plot of the current movies and such. If you have any suggestions or ideas you would like too see, or any requests, lemme know! I'd love to hear them :)

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Hey y'all uh, if anyone has recs for kingsmen eggsy x reader fics... lemme know :) please and thank you ♡