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Hey I just wanted to ask if your requests are open or if you are taking a break with writing? Hope you have an amazing day:)

I was taking a break but I’m back now! Requests are open!

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when will people use the anon function to send passionate, homosexual anonymous love letters

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Reblog this if you believe Robbie Kay should be brought back as Peter Pan because Peter Pan never fails

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It’s Kind of Funny-Evgeni Malkin

Requested

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“Just go talk to him!” Your friend exclaimed for the what seemed like the hundredth time. “It’s not like there is nothing to talk about, you both play hockey.”

You reluctantly nodded at her last comment and hopped off the bar stool. As you slipped through the crowd of people to the man at the bar, your only though was, ‘why the hell am I doing this?’ When you finally got there, you took a seat on the empty stool next to him. He evidently noticed you, as he turned and looked in your direction. His face contorted in confusion, but he seemed to recognize you somewhat.

“Y/N McAvoy?” He asked. His entire body now turning to face you.

“Yeah, Evgeni Malkin?” You stick your hand out to shake which he immediately took.

“Just Geno,” he said, nodding his head. “You played in the Olympics.”

He slightly blushed after blurting out the obvious. It was true, you did play in PyeongChang for the US Women’s Team. “I did.”

“I Watched the gold medal game, you played incredible, you can tell where Charlie gets his talent from.” Again a small blush heated his cheeks.

“Thank you!” You said, blushing yourself. A bar tender came by and asked if you wanted anything, you said just a water.

“Not a drinker?” He chuckled. Nearly every except, you two, was absolutely drunk.

“No, I just drew the short stick.” You took a drink, “I’m driving my friend home later.”

“Should you be watching her?” His eyes widened in panic. “Not that I don’t want you hear, of course.”

You looked over at your friend. “No, she looks like she’s having fun.”

She most definitely was, considering the guy who she was grinding with was quite the snack. Geno released a small laugh, “that’s for sure!”

You both watched the throng of people on the dance floor and laughed at their drunken movements. “So what brings you here, tonight?”

“Honestly, I have no clue. I’d rather be home watching my little brother’s game but my friend decided otherwise.”

“When did you start playing hockey?” He asked after a sip of beer.

“Started playing organized hockey when I was four but was skating way before then.” You replied. “What about you?”

“It’s the same for me. How were the olympics this year?”

“They were incredible! It’s was so beautiful there and the games were just amazing…” you trailed off when you saw the longing look on his face. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be, I’m just pissed at Betman, still.” He shrugged.

“No kidding.” You racked your mind for something to talk about. After all, you were the one who approached him. “You’ve been playing incredibly this season, it seems like you have just been unstoppable.”

“Thanks…” once again, he blushed. “I have a lot to owe to the team, though.”

“I’m definitely rooting for you guys in playoffs. Charlie may be on the Bruins, but I was never much of a fan,” you admitted.

“Well, we’ll definitely try to win now that I know an Olympic medalist is cheering for us!” He winked, “Do you plan on coming to a playoff game?”

“I really want to, I’ll probably end up going to a couple Bruins game.” You said.

His hands fiddled with his beer bottle, “If you ever want tickets, let me know. I can give you my number.”

“Oh, thank you.” You stuttered out. “I wouldn’t want to cause any hassle, though.”

“Well, you wouldn’t be.” He released a nervous breath. “I would still be happy to give you my number, so we can talk.”

You fought to hold back the smile that wanted to burst from your cheeks, “I would like that.”

The conversation that followed was filled with tonnes of hockey talk, but also you learned so much about him. You found yourself becomes infatuated with his laugh, with his smile. Every time either found his lips, you couldn’t help but form a smile of your own. Hours had passed and the conversation had yet to end, until your very drunk friend came stumbling over.

“Y/N,” she said in a sing song voice. “We should go home!”

“Yeah, we should, you look terrible.” You muttered, disappointed that your talk with Geno was over.

Her face formed a look of hurt, “I do not look terrible, I’m a goddess.”

Her words were followed by a stumbling twirl which resulted in her nearly falling. Both you and Geno caught her with the reflexes of hockey players.

“That was close,” your friend mumble, slightly dazed.

“I’ll help you get her to your car,” he offered.

“You don’t have to,” you rushed out, not wanting to cause him any trouble.

“I want to. Plus, I still need to give you my number.” He reasurred. With your friend between you two, both you and Geno wrapped your arms around her. As she talked aimlessly to herself, Geno sent you a smile.

“I should apologize,” he grinned.

“And why is that?” You wondered, quirking an eyebrow.

“I distracted you from making sure she didn’t drink too much.”

You shook your head, “When she wants to have a good time, nothing will stop her.” You sighed, “This is my car.”

He nodded and held her as you rummaged through your pocket and trying to find your keys. When you did, you quickly unlocked the door and Geno helped you situate your friend inside. After, you closed the door and leaned up stained the cold metal. Geno followed. After putting your keys in your pocket again, you pulled out your phone.

“I believe you promised a phone number?” You hinted, immediately he nodded. It didn’t take long for the contact to be created and for you to shove your phone back in your pocket. “I had a really good time talking to you.”

“Me too,” he said breathlessly. “Maybe, if you want, I can get you some tickets and you can come to a game.”

Your heart fluttered at the thought of spending more time with him, “I would love that.”

His fingers fumbled nervously with the hem of his shirt, “Then after, if you want, we can go get dinner.”

“Are you asking me on a date Mr. Malkin?” You sent a smirk.

“If you want to, of course. We don’t have to. It’s just that I really liked talking to you and…” he rambled, swiftly trying to get the words out.

“Geno, I’d love to go on a date with you,” You reasurred, softly setting a hand on his arm. His skin was warm, and you could have sworn you felt a spark when you touched him. Geno timidly turned to you and grabbed your hand. His fingered played with your, his head bowed.

Finally, his head lifted. He slowly moved closer, you followed. His other hand raised to rest on your cheek as his lips hovered over yours. Throughout it all, his eyes never left yours. When his lips finally touched yours, you became so weak in the knees. His lips were soft, like velvet. Tenderly, his fingers fluttered over your cheek bone. It took and eternity for you to to pull away, not the you minded one bit.

Before you could fully pull away, there was a knock on the car window behind you and a muffled voice, “Get some, Y/N, you go girl!”

Geno’s head fell to your shoulder as he suppressed a laugh. You released an embarrassed groan, “Are you kidding me, Y/F/N… what are you laughing at?”

His head snapped up, “It’s funny.”

“It’s not funny!”

“It’s kind of funny,” he defended.

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Celebration

Hey, I know it's been a while, but I'm back from my break. I just wanted to thank you all for the support you all gave during a rough patch in my life. Anyways, back to the imagine!

- H

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Warnings: mentions of sex

Words: 764

Natural light flooded through the gap between the two dark curtains, slowly climbing up the side of the mattress and onto its occupants, a heavenly glow engulfing the two entwined bodies. A slender finger trailed its warm pad up and down the indent of of your spine, first random patterns, then a name; George.

You giggled lightly as he continued tracing his name across your skin.

“Something funny, love?”

You propped your chin up on your hand, staring up at him with hooded eyes. He sent you a lazy smile and rested his head on his fist.

“Hmm,” you hummed and trailed kisses along his pectoral. “Tickles.”

George ran his fingers through your hair, grasping at the roots and gently tugging you up to have your face level to his.

“How do you feel?” You raised a hand and trailed your finger along the edge of the bandage that lined around the area of his ear. “You’ll have to change these bandages.”

“I feel good- much better, thanks to you.”

“We’ll have to get up soon,” you sighed as he peppered kisses down your throat. “George, the- the wedding is in a few hours!”

He continued his journey south, now circulation kisses over the tops of your bare breasts. “Then we still have a few hours.”

“George!”

He was now returned to meet your mouth with his, kissing you feverishly and intertwining his tongue with yours.

You pulled back sharply. “George! What if someone comes in?”

He groaned and leaned back up on his elbows. “No one’s going to come in! I’m sure that there’s barely anyone awake yet!”

You opened your mouth to speak, but neither the voice or the words that came out were yours.

“You sure about that, Georgie?” Fred leaned against the open doorway, a subtle smirk on his lips.

George groaned loudly, flopping onto his back and facing Fred as you pulled the sheet up to your chin to cover yourself.

“What do you want?” George asked, clearly irritated by his twin’s sudden appearance.

“Mum sent me to tell you that breakfast was ready.”

George rolled his eyes.

“Thank you, Fred, tell her we’ll be down shortly.”

He nodded and sent you a wink before disappearing as quickly as he’d appeared.

With the room clear of any disruptions, George flipped himself over and reached to grab you, but was met with only the warmth you left behind on the sheets. Instead, you stood across the room, pulling on a pair of jeans and a jumper.

“Where are you going?”

“For breakfast, and then to help prepare for the wedding.”

“What about me?”

You stared at him. “Well, I suppose you should come for breakfast too. And then, after the wedding, we’ll see what happens.” You winked before starting down the many stairs.

***

Clapping echoed around the crowded tent and Bill and Fleur shared their first dance to an upbeat folk tune. They held each other and never broke eye contact for more than a few seconds for the entire dance.

You spotted George from across the dancefloor, although he was not watching the newlyweds, and instead his eyes were trained on you. He didn’t spare a glance away, not even when your eyes locked. He sent you a flirty wink and pushed his way towards you once the dance was finished.

“Hey,” you greeted as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You look,” he gave you one more glance from head to toe, “ravishing.”

You glanced over to Bill and Fleur, who we locked together in a tight embrace, staring at each other lovingly.

“They’re so happy.” You watched them with a smile.

George observed the longing look you sent to the couple.

“We should do it.”

Your eyes snapped to his, an expression of shock coating your face.

“What?”

“Let’s do it, get married, I mean.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, what do you say?”

You pressed your lips to his passionately in place of an answer.

“So that's a yes?”

“Yes!” You kissed him again.

“Come on, let's go tell everyone.” George gripped you hand and began to lead you towards his family.

“Wait!” George stopped to look at you. “We should wait until… at least tomorrow. It's Bill and Fleur’s wedding day, so let's let the attention stay on them.”

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An explanation

So I'm sure you've all noticed that I have been on a much longer break from writing than normal. This is because, as some of you may have heard of this story already, a boy from my school died after an accident during a school rugby game last Sunday. This has taken a toll on me, as well as my school, and I hope that you all understand why there has been such an absence on my blog. If you have ever experienced anything like this and need to talk, I'm always open to hear your thoughts. Thanks for your patience.

-H

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Various student reactions as they figure out that Neville and the reader are dating??? I feel like it has some fun potential 🔮✨⚡️💫

Neville Has A Girlfriend?! | Various Student Reactions

Harry Potter:

Harry was sat in front of the fire with the potions book open in front of him, his eyes flicking over the scrawled notes in the margin. It was quite late and no one else was in the common room, so he’d taken the opportunity to study with a bit of peace.

That is, until the portrait opened and Neville stumbled down the stairs looking very starstruck, a giddy smile plastered on his face.

“Evening Neville” Harry chuckled from where he sat. 

“Oh! Hi Harry” the other brunette replied dazedly, flopping down onto the sofa with a sigh. Suppressing a laugh at his friend’s weird behaviour, Harry went back to his reading, choosing not to pry into wherever Neville had been.

“Harry? Can I tell you something?” Neville asked after a while, sitting up.

“Sure” Harry shrugged, closing his book.

“I asked Y/N to be my girlfriend….”

A large smile appeared on Harry’s face, “And? What did she say?”

A similar smile was mirrored on Neville lips, “She said yes….”

Laughing, Harry rose from the floor and sat next to his friend, “I’m happy for you Neville, Y/N’s a great girl”

He nods, “Yeah, she looked beautiful tonight….I…I just couldn’t wait any longer to ask her. Then I kissed her….”

Patting Neville on the back, Harry laughed. “Well, now I know why you half fell down the stairs on your way in.”

Ron Weasley:

“Mate, are you going to tell me why Neville’s not been hanging out with us so much?” Ron asked Harry as they walked down the corridor towards their transfiguration lesson.“I mean, the git was supposed to be helping me with my herbology essay!”

Harry shrugged, “I don’t know Ron, maybe he was tired of you calling him a git all the time” he chuckled.

“Why? It’s not like I bloody mean it…” Ron huffed.

Turning the corner, both boys freeze as their eyes fall on the two figures pressed against the wall, their lips locked in a passionate embrace.

As recognition works its way onto Ron’s face, so does a cheeky grin. “Hoho, looks like Neville’s found himself a girlfriend!” he whistles, stirring the couple to quickly pull apart.

Harry throws you and Neville an apologetic look.

“Err…er hi Ron….Harry” Neville greets, shuffling his feet as his hand slides around your waist, “This is my new girlfriend Y/N”

You wave with a shy smile.

Harry smiles, holding out his hand,“Nice to meet y-”

“Neville bagged himself a girlfriend! I can’t bloody believe this!” Ron clapped, laughing loudly, “Just wait till Hermione hears about this….”

Hermione Granger:

You were in the Library, studying for your Divination essay, waiting for Neville to get out of his extra herbology lesson with Professor Sprout.

“Y/N!” you hear from behind, making you look up from the page you were reading.

“Hey Hermione” you smile as she sits opposite you at the table.

“You didn’t tell me you were dating Neville!!” she exclaims, getting straight to the point. Her eagerness makes you burst out laughing and she smirks.

You close your book, “I’m guessing a certain red head told you then?!” you chuckle.

A small blush creeps up her neck and you grin. 

“You should really tell him you know” 

Her eyes widen, “Stop changing the subject!”

You poke out your tongue at her.

She goes to continue but is interrupted by a panting Neville jogging up to the table, “Sorry I’m late, Professor Sprout wanted to show me- oh hey Hermione” 

“Hey Neville” Hermione smiled, “Y/N was just telling me how you guys just got together” 

A wide smile spread across the boy’s face, “Yeah, great isn’t it” he gushes, bending down to press a kiss to your cheek.

Hermione’s eyes flash with happiness at seeing you both before standing up, noticing Ron and Harry stood by the door.

“They’re just so cute!!” she whispers to her friends once she reaches them.

“Bloody disgusting if you ask me, some people are trying to read” Ron grumbles.

“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t read then Ronald”

A/N: I have no idea if this is what you had in mind @dannydevitodevoted but I hope it was okay! I thought I’d just do the golden trio but if you wanted a part two with other character’s reactions then I’ll be happy to do it :D Thanks!

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Teen Wolf BSM #1 - Scott

Title: First Day of High School

Pairing: Scott McCall x Sister!OC

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Warnings: Stiles being weirdly adorable

Words: 833

“Lauren! Scott!” Melissa called up the stairs. “Hurry up, you don’t want to be late for your first day!”

“I know, Mom.” Lauren replied as she slid down the banister. “So, what do you think?” She did a slow spin to show off her appearance.

She wore a black, long-sleeved, off-the-shoulder top with a light denim skirt, and a pair of white converse on your feet. Her hair was curled loosely and pulled back in a low bun.

“Wow,” Melissa whistled as Lauren hopped off the final step. “You look amazing, sweetheart.”

“Aww,” Lauren cooed, wrapping her arms around her mother’s neck and embracing her. “Thanks Mom, but you know I get it from you.”

“So, how do I look?” A squeaky voice came from behind the pair.

Both turned to find Scott, standing where Lauren had previously been, mocking the slow spin she’d done.

“Handsome!” Your mother cheered.

“Like a noob.” Lauren corrected, earning a gentle slap to the back of her head from Melissa.

“Be nice,” Melissa snapped.

Lauren snorted. “Seriously though, camo? Really, Scott?”

“What?” He defended. “It’s my last clean shirt.”

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes as she wandered into the kitchen, popping some bread into the toaster and turning back to Melissa and Scott who leaned on the counter.

“So,” Melissa began. “How are you both feeling?”

“What do you mean?” Scott asked through a mouthful of Froot-Loops.

“I mean, how do you feel about high school? It’s your first day of freshman year! Any plans?”

“Yeah,” Lauren scoffed. “I’m gonna go, suffer, and come home.”

“Well,” Scott swallowed. “I’m trying out for the lacrosse team.”

A loud cackled echoed around the kitchen.

“You’re kidding, right?” Lauren hooted. “You? On the lacrosse team?” She wiped a tear from her eye.

“Lauren!” Melissa scolded. “I think you would be an amazing lacrosse player, honey.”

“Thank you,” Scott glared at you. “I’m glad that someone has some faith in me, even if I didn’t share a womb with them.”

“Hey!” Lauren pointed at him. “Just because we’re twins doesn’t mean that we are the same.”

“Hellooo!” An obnoxious voice called out.

Stiles entered the kitchen with a goofy grin on his face.

“Mama McCall,” he greeted. “Scotty, Female-Scott. Dad’s in the car waiting.”

Lauren snatched the toast from the toaster and quickly buttered it before pressing a kiss to Melissa’s cheek and scooting out to the old powder blue Jeep.

“Morning Scott, Lauren.” Noah Stilinski greeted as the twins climbed into the back seat.

“Morning Sherriff!” They replied simultaneously.

Stilinski turned the key in the ignition, listening to the engine coughing for a few moments before releasing it.

“Dammit,” he swore. “I seriously need to get a new car.”

“Dad no!” Stiles exclaimed. “Roscoe is a part of the family, you can’t get rid of him!”

“Stiles,” Stilinski rubbed his forehead. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling the car ‘Roscoe’?”

He continued to turn the key until the engine finally rumbled to life.

***

Beacon Hills High School, despite seeing it many, many times, appeared twice as intimidating as it had before now that you were a student there.

“Bye Dad!” Stiles waved as Stilinski drove off. “So here we are. High school students. Freshmen, but high schoolers nonetheless.” He wrapped his arms around both of his best friends. “This is gonna be great.”

“Yeah, and maybe I can finally make some new friends.” Lauren quickly added. “Normal friends.”

“Oh puh-lease!” Stiles scoffed, forcing his lips to her cheek in a slobbery kiss. “You love us!”

“Ugh, Stiles!” She rubbed your cheek with the back of her hand and hid the blush that coated her face.

“C’mon you two,” Scott teased. “Let’s go, before we’re late.”

***

The day went by quicker than expected, and Lauren were a little sad to see that she only had one of her four classes first semester with her dear brother, Scott, and had mixed feelings about have every single class with Stiles.

On one hand, she was glad she had someone she knew well and was friends with in each class, but there was no one besides her that Stiles knew, so she was subjected to being his partner in everything.

Besides that, Lauren finally made some new friends - some girl friends. At lunch she’d been been invited to sit with a girl that hadn’t paid her much attention during their previous years, Lydia Martin, along with her boyfriend Jackson and all of their ‘clique’.

It was strange to not sit with Scott and Stiles, but she was glad that she was finally managing to branch out.

Her walk home was longer than usual, seeing as Melissa was at work and Scott and Stiles were both at lacrosse tryouts.

She began to wonder if high school would be the thing that tore her and her closest friends apart.

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Teen Wolf BSM/SSM

In case you weren’t aware, BSM is short for ‘Brother-Sister Moments’ and SSM is ‘Sister-Sister Moments.’

This series will give readers an inside view of the lives of Teen Wolf characters lives and homes. These imagines, however, will not be reader insert. I find this easier to give each character a different personality. 

If this series receives a good reaction, I will begin a BBM (Brother-Brother Moments) and SBM (Sister-Brother Moments).

Hope you enjoy

-H

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The Seamstress

Disclaimer: this isn’t good at all, and this is mainly due to the major writer’s block that has taken over me.

I also totally forgot to add in the part about the reader being related to Gaius until I posted this, so I just decided to leave it out. Hope you aren’t too upset.

-H

Request: May I get a Gwaine x reader or a Sir Leon x reader where the reader (Giaus' granddaughter lost somehow) is just kinda a lonely soul and works as a seamstress but can be seen helping the people of Camelot? Like helping to cart their food, and playing with the children if their parents are busy, and offering to help clean at the tavern? I dunno something like that? I'm kinda trash for Leon and Gwaine. Maybe for inspiration (if you're willing to accept) you could listen to the Perfect/Can't Help Falling In Love mashup by BTWN US. All I can think of is one of them slowly falling in love with the reader as they observer her helping people. - @finnofamerica

Pairing: Sir Leon x Reader

Fandom: BBC Merlin

Warnings: SHORT, crappy beginning, crappy middle, crappy end, crappy all around

Words: 883

Merlin wandered into the village in search of Guinevere, only to find one Sir Leon leaning in the shadows of the local tavern. Merlin followed his strong gaze to a merchant’s stand.

The merchant was a young girl with shining (Y/H/C) hair, and lovely (Y/S/T) skin. She held out a vibrant red dress to a group of woman swarming the cart.

“Beautiful gown.” Merlin commented from behind Leon.

“Hmmm…” Leon hummed in response.

A smirk grew on Merlin’s face. “It would look just smashing on you.”

“Hmmm…” Leon hummed again.

Merlin, despite his best efforts, burst out laughing, causing Leon to spin on his heel and his affectionate stare turned into one of annoyance.

He cleared his throat. “Melin.”

“Leon, see something you like?”

“Well, I was just-” he coughed. “Admiring the seamstress's work.”

“Ah, yes, (Y/N) is a very fine seamstress.” Merlin began. “And very beautiful.”

“Oh,” Leon said sarcastically. “I hadn’t noticed.”

“Really? Then you must really like her work.”

Leon sighed. “Is there something you need, Merlin?”

Merlin giggled like a little girl and began to slink away. “No, nothing at all.”

Leon rolled his eyes and turned back to you.

You now were knelt down on the cobblestone, speaking to a young boy and girl, siblings. Leon recognized them, and their parents who were speaking to the man at the produce cart next to yours.

He watched you as you showed them the selection of things you sold, and even presented the girl with a golden ring encrusted with a small sapphire. The girls face lit up with enjoyment and turned to show her parents.

Leon found himself with a grin on his face at your kindness and his heart began racing at the thought of you.

***

Later that night, Leon and Gwaine roamed the empty village streets on patrol, when a scream ripped through the air.

Flames were visible over the cover of the wooden buildings and smoke floated up and disappeared into the dark of night.

By the time Leon and Gwaine finally reached the burning house, it was nothing more than a ball of flames. Crowds of people surrounded the house, many of them crying, spread apart to allow a line from the well to the house to pass buckets of water to throw on the fire.

Leon ran up to a group of people covered in soot, whom he’d assumed as the family who lived in the burning house.

“Is everyone out safe?” He asked the mother.

“Yes!” She cried. “My boy, Alfred!”

“Don’t worry,” he told her. “We’ll save your son.”

“Leon!” Gwaine yelled. “Look!”

He pointed towards the house, where a figure emerged from the flames carrying Alfred.

“Alfred!” The mother cried, running passed Leon and taking her son into her arms.

Leon rushed forward and caught the figure just as their legs gave away. He turned them to see their face.

“(Y/N)?”

Your face was coated with soot and the hem of your nightdress burnt.

He brushed a hand over your blackened cheek and looked around.

“Help!” He yelled. “She needs help!”

***

The next time Leon saw you, it was at your cart, two weeks after the fire. He watched you from his usual place by the tavern. His eyes were locked on you, but he found himself unable to breathe as your eyes locked with his.

He averted his gaze and beelined for the tavern door, where he hid until he deemed it safe to step out.

“They say you saved me,” a sweet voice sounded from behind Leon as he emerged from the tavern.

He turned his head, finding the owner of that voice.

“(Y/N),” he began. “I-I mean, yes, but Gaius was the one who really healed you.”

You smiled at him. “I still feel that I should thank you somehow…” you leaned up and kissed his stubbly cheek.

Leon felt a furious blush take over his entire face and neck.

“Well then I accept your ‘thank you’.”

With his new-found confidence, he grabbed you by your waist and pressed his lips to yours.

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Break His Heart

Request: merlin x reader x gwaine (from BBC merlin) to the line in unholy by hey violet "if he knew what i thought about you it would break his heart" where like you're like rlly close with merlin but like you also are with gwaine and like jealousy happens. Thanks <3 - @mileniumxhan

Pairing: Gwaine x Reader x Merlin

Warnings: Awkwardness, tension

Words: 1,424

The clashing of swords echoed through the air as you approached the training grounds.Arthur and Leon circled each other, occasionally swinging at the other with their blade.

Arthur eventually knocked the sword from Leon’s hand, turning to the other knights and cheering in victory.

Two arms wrapped around your waist and twirled you around, causing you to squeal and catch the attention of the others.

“Good morning, my love.” Gwaine whispered into your ear as he placed you back on your feet.

“Good morning.” You replied as he pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.

“Gwaine!” Arthur called. “Get off my sister, please.”

“Brother,” You called to him. “Your wife has been looking for you.”

He nodded. “Thank you, (Y/N). Men, I must not keep my queen waiting.” With that, he began his trek back to the palace.

“Hello, Princess.” Leon bowed his head to you.

“Please, Leon, it's (Y/N) to you all.”

Percival, Elyan, and Mordred each nodded at you, each greeting you shortly before your eyes met a pair of bright blue ones.

“Good morning, Princess.” He greeted awkwardly.

“Merlin,” you responded. “You know that you can call me (Y/N) too.”

“Of course, Pri- (Y/N).”

Percival, Leon, Elyan, and Mordred all turned away in their own conversations, but Merlin kept his eyes on you the entire time.

“So,” Gwaine stared into your eyes. “I would like to take you out tonight, in honour of your birthday.”

“Gwaine,” you rolled your eyes. “My birthday isn’t until tomorrow.”

He chuckled. “I know, but Arthur has festivities planned all day tomorrow, so I know that I will barely get to see you.” His bottom lip curled out ever so slightly. “Please?”

You rolled your eyes again. “Yes, I will go with you.”

***

You met Merlin in the corridor as you skipped down to meet Gwaine in the stables.

“Hello, Merlin!” You chirped.

You’d always been fond of Merlin, although you hadn’t really noticed him until he became your brother’s man-servant. He was always kind to you and gave you sweet smiles when you spoke to him. To be quite frank, you had always had a small crush on the boy, but you’d pushed it to the back of your mind when Gwaine arrived in Camelot and almost immediately began to pursue you.

“Princess,” he responded curtly before attempting to push passed you.

You grabbed his bicep, holding him in place to almost force him to keep talking to you.

“Merlin,” he continuously moved his gaze to avoid yours. “Is there something wrong?”

His eyes finally met with yours, but instead of the warmth and cheerfulness they usually held, they were cold.

“Of course not, Princess.”

“Are you sure?” You asked. “You aren’t acting like yourself.”

He ripped his arm you your grasp and spat, “Excuse me, Princess, but I wouldn’t want to keep your knight waiting.”

With that, he sped down the hall quicker than he’d been going before.

You immediately thought of when Merlin had only just begun working at the castle. He had barely been able to form a sentence around you, and Arthur had continuously teased him about having a crush on you, but that couldn’t be true, could it? Even if it had been, that was two years ago. Could anyone manage to harbour a crush in secrecy for two whole years, could they?

These thoughts continued to haunted you as you met Gwaine, where he held the reigns of two horse; one black and on silver.

“(Y/N)!” He called as you approached. “I thought we could go for a quick ride, and then I have a surprise for you.”

“Sounds great!” You grinned.

Gwaine gripped your waist and hoisted you up into the silver’s saddle before pushing himself up onto the back of the black horse.    

Gwaine raced through the forest as you followed closely behind, finally catching up to him in a meadow.

The long green grass was trimmed in one long isle, ending in a larger square. Yellows, purples, and oranges weaved throughout the green and the different flowers scented the air.

“What do you think?” He spread his arms out like wings, spinning around in his place.

“It’s beautiful, Gwaine.” You said as you hopped off your horse. “But where did you find it?”

“Leon and I found it while we were on patrol.” He told you. “I instantly thought of you.”

He lead you to the end of the cleared area, where you found a large white blanket laid on the grass, along with a basket and a set of plates and glasses.

“I hope you’re hungry,” he began. “Because I brought enough food to last us for a week.”

***

The next morning you were woken up by your handmaid, helping you into the gown you’d handpicked to wear that day before you were escorted to the dining hall by Leon. The hall had on long table in the centre, where foods of all kinds were stretched across the entire surface.

Arthur met you with open arms, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he lead you to your seat.

“Happy birthday, Sister,” he greeted.

Merlin stood at the far end, behind Arthur’s seat. You instantly felt somewhat uncomfortable under his stare.

“Merlin.” You acknowledged.

“Princess.” He responded. “Happy birthday.”

You nodded in thanks before Arthur began to speak once again.

“You look lovely today,” he turned to his man-servant, “doesn’t she, Merlin?”

Merlin remained quiet before answering. “Yes, very nice.”

“Thank you,” you responded as you loaded your plate with food.

“(Y/N),” Arthur snapped. “It’s your birthday. I don’t want you to lift a finger today. Merlin! Prepare (Y/N)’s breakfast, would you?”

Merlin glared at your brother, but reluctantly took your plate from in front of you and began filling it with food.

“Strawberries?” He motioned towards the sweet fruit on the platter before him.

“Oh, please.”

Arthur grinned at you both from his seat.

“So,” he began. “Wait until you see what I have planned for today.”

***

The festivities lasted all day, finally leading to a large feast in your honour.

You’d somehow managed to, while trying to avoid him at all costs, spend almost the entire day with him. The day was filled with awkward silence, especially when Gwaine found you.

The knight had rushed up and swooped you into his arms, pressing a passionate kiss to both of your cheeks.

A scoff from Merlin had interrupted your little moment, which caused a bit of tension between the two.

Merlin’s behaviour made you wonder if, perhaps, he did have a crush on you. You continued to ask yourself a better question; do you have a crush on him.

A part of you said no, that you were with Gwaine and you couldn’t even fathom hurting him like that, but another part told you that yes, you liked Merlin, and that you would leave Gwaine for him in the blink of an eye.

You watched as Merlin left the hall, and waited a few moments before following close behind him.

You found him leaning against the railing of a balcony, looking off into the distance.

“Merlin?” You asked, leaning against the marble railing next to him.

“Shouldn’t you be at the feat? With Gwaine?” The venom you found in his voice when he mentioned Gwaine gave you the answers you’d been looking for.

“I needed a break.” You told him. “And I saw you coming out here.”

He didn’t respond.

“Merlin?” You asked again, breaking the silence. “There’s something that I’ve been meaning to ask you, and I need you to be completely honest with me.”

He nodded, keeping his eyes on the horizon.

“Do you…” you took a deep breath. “Do you like me?”

His head snapped yo look at ou, panic flashing in his eyes.

“What? I-” he sighed. “Yes.”

You looked down before moving your hand to hold his.

“I like you too.”

He stared at you in disbelief. “But-but what about Gwaine?”

“I’m not sure.” You admitted. “But I do know that if he knew what I thought about you, it’d break his heart.”

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Against My Word

So I followed the request as close as possible, I just added in a little twist. I am also very sorry for the crappy fighting scene, but they are not my strongest suit, so please forgive me for those. Enjoy!

-H

Request: Hi can you do story about Reader and Ivar.... Reader fighting side by side and Reader gets hurt and Ivar takes care of them....

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless x Reader

Warnings: Violence, mentioned sexy timed (so minor you may not even notice it), mentions of death

Words: 1,153

The tent was silent, aside from the scraping of the wetstone against the blade of your axe and the heavy shuffling of Ivar’s crutch and footsteps.

“What do you think you are doing?” His monotone voice echoed through the empty house.

You stopped sharpening your axe for a moment. “Preparing for battle.”

“You will not be fighting,” he ripped the axe from your grasp, holding it to his side. “I will not let you.”

You leapt from your chair and reached for your axe, only for him to haul it away.

“Why shouldn’t I? I am just as able as you, or Hvitserk-” he cut you off.

“I am not pregnant, nor is Hvitserk.” He quipped. “You will not fight so long as my child lives inside you.”

“I will do as I please, even as your child lives within me.” You snarled.

Ivar scoffed, allowing himself to drop down onto the bed, tossing his crutch onto the floor next to him.

“You are my wife, you will do as I say.”

A sarcastic laugh echoed as you marched toward him, taking him by the throat and staring into his menacing blue eyes.

“I am your wife,” you began. “But I am no slave. I am a free woman.”

Ivar slid one of his hands up to circle one of your wrists, placing the other on your still-flat stomach.

“You are my wife, and you are carrying my child.” He told you. “I want you and our child to remain safe. I love you.”

There they were. Those three little words never failed to make you instantly go soft on him, no matter how angry you may have been prior to them.

Your hands loosened from his throat, one dropping to sit on his larger one on your stomach, the other moving up to his cheek.

“I love you too.”

Ivar leaned up to kiss you, gripping you backside and forcing you onto his lap.

The kiss grew heavier, and Ivar flipped you over to be underneath him. He drove his hips into yours and held your hands above your head, wrapping them in the rope you’d used the previous night.

He tugged the knot tight against the headboard, tighter than usual.

“Ivar,” you panted when he pulled back. “You haven’t even undress me yet. What are you doing?”

He grinned wickedly and sat up, taking his crutch and began stumbling towards the door. “You didn’t really think that I would let you fight, did you?”

Realization struck hard as you began thrashing in attempts to loosen the rope.

“You bastard!” You shrieked. “I damn you, Ivar! I swear to the gods that when you return, you wish you had of died on that battlefield.

Ivar only cackled as he fled the tent.

***

You remained tied to the bed until the next morning, the only people who’d entered the tent since Ivar had left, were slaves who brought you food and water.

The flap opened to reveal Ivar, dressed in his armour.

“Good morning, Wife.” He greeted. “Are you feeling better?”

You remained silent as he approached the bed.

“You haven’t eaten,” he noted as he scanned the room. “That is not good for a growing child, (Y/N).”

“Ivar,” you growled. “Untie me, you bastard!”

Ivar tsked. “I will untie you, but you will remain in this room until I return.”

You groaned, but the rope marks on your wrists made you comply.

He untied the rope, helping you sit up and pushing a plate onto your lap. “Eat. You must be hungry, and so must be our child.”

You slowly picked up the piece of bread for the plate and began to nibble on it.

“I will be home soon,” he told you. “You shouldn’t worry.”

“I do not worry over how long it takes,” you responded. “Only the shape you return to me in.”

You leaned your forehead against his and pressed a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Please do not leave us, Ivar. Do not leave me and our child.”

“I won’t.”

***

Ivar had left several hours before, and you could have sworn that you were about to go crazy from being stuck in the tent on your own.

You stared at the armour that taunted you from its place on the table across from you, debating on what to do.

You finally made the decision to pull your armour on, grab your axe, and sneak off, although the horse you’d taken made you a little less sneaky.

The battle was already underway when you arrived, and you were thrown into action in no time as enemy soldiers began to swipe at you.

You’d managed to dodge them all, taking down more enemies than you could count, paying no mind to the blood that coated your face.

“Loose!”

An arrow was suddenly protruding from your thigh, causing you to fall. You felt weak, and despite your effort to stand up, you found yourself unable to get off of your knees.

“(Y/N)!” Hvitserk kneeled before you, scooping you up into his arms and running off.

The chaos around you suddenly became an echo and blackness consumed you.

***

A dull ache in your thigh pulled you from your slumber. Your eyes shot open, the brightness of the sun causing you to let out a groan.

“So,” a voice spoke from next to you. “You thought you could be a hero, go against what I told you, and put not only you, but our child at risk.”

Ivar’s face was blank of emotion. You knew he was angry, you understood why he was angry, but you also couldn’t just sit around and do nothing while you could have been helping on the battlefield.

“I-” your voice cracked, too weak to finish your sentence.

“Here.” Ivar lifted a cup of water to your lips, tipping your head forward to pour the cool liquid into your mouth.

“Thank you.” You smiled weakly at him. “I am sorry for going behind your back, Ivar. I only wanted to help.”

“I know.” He reached forward to stroke your hair. “But you can’t make decisions based on just what you want now, you have to keep yourself safe to keep our child safe.”

You pushed yourself into a sitting position and smiled. “I know. I will never put our child in danger ever again. I promise.”

“Thank you.” He said. “And I will protect you both to my grave. I promise.”

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Fate (Part 2)

So, Tumblr wouldn't let me put it all in one, so here is part 2 of Fate. It's short and sweet, just enough to wrap up the story.

-H

Pairing: Bishop Heahmund x OC, Lagertha x Daughter!OC

Fandom: Vikings

Warnings: Slight smut, nudity, spoilers for 5x09

Words: 724

A popping sound echoed throughout the tent as Yngvild released his softening member from between her lips, the salty taste still on her tongue.

He stared at her as you crawled up his body from under the furs, meeting his tongue with hers. The taste of himself on his tongue was unfamiliar, strange even, but he enjoyed it nonetheless.

He flipped her over, kissing down her body and flicking his tongue against her softly. The pleasure made her toes curl as loud squeals were ripped from her throat. He was suddenly able to taste her sweetness.

Yngvild pulled him up to meet her lips in a clash on teeth. He began to rock himself against her once more.

“Yngvild!” Bjorn bellowed as he entered the tent, not bothering with the fact that the bishop was entangled with his half sister. “Mother is looking for you.”

With that, Bjorn was gone. Yngvild groaned, but still pushed Heahmund off of her and began to dress. She quickly braided her hair and slipped on her boots before turning back to Heahmund, who remained in his place on the bed.

“You know,” she began. “My mother killed my father after he tried to overthrow her power.” She moved to straddle him on the bed, now holding a knife to his throat.

“If you ever try to do that to me, I will do the same. If you have sex with another woman, I will kill you. If you betray me, I will kill you.You are mine, and I am yours.” She dropped the knife, nicking the skin of his throat.

He nodded. “I have no desire for any other. I want you, and only you. I could never betray you.”

She laughed. “Let’s hope so, priest. Now, be here when I return.”

She placed a kiss to his lips before sauntering off to meet her mother.

***

The next morning, Heahmund awoke in your bed again, still naked, with you curled into his side.

You had both fallen asleep almost immediately after your third fourth lovemaking session that night, knowing that either of you could die in the pending hours.

He stroked your hair before placing a gentle kiss on it, inhaling your scent in case it was the last chance he was able to.

A kiss was placed on his chest.

“I will most likely die today.” You whispered.

“You will not. You are too strong.” He told you.

“If I die, this will be the last time I will see you, priest. You will go to your heaven, and I will be in Valhalla.”

He was quiet, placing a kiss to your lips.

“If we live through this war,” you spoke. “I want you to come live with me in Kattegat.”

He stared at you, imagining the horrors he would endure in your village for being Christian. He was prepared to refuse, but the sudden vision of you with a child, his child managed to convince him.

“I will.” He sealed his promise with a kiss.

***

“Father!” Helga squealed as she sped down the wooden deck of their home.

Heahmund caught his daughter in his arms when she threw herself into him, placing kisses on her face.

“Hello, my little one.” He greeted her.

“I have missed you,” she told him as he set her back on the ground.

“We all did.” Yngvild stood in the doorway, her stomach bulging enough to cause her dress to be lifted a few inches above her feet.

“My love,” Heahmund rushed to his wife's side and lead her back inside to their shared bed. “You shouldn't be up.”

Yngvild swatted his hands away as he tucked the blankets in around her.

“I am pregnant, not dying.” she snapped.

Heahmund breathed out a laugh as he sat on the bed next to her. “I do not want you to harm yourself or our child.” He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, followed by one on her chin. “I love you.”

A soft grin grew on her face. “I love you too.”

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Fate (Part 1)

This is the winning imagine from the vote I held. This is my first imagine I’ve written with an OC, so I hope it’s okay. This is my first attempt at smut, even if it doesn't quite go all the way, so it probably sucks, but please don't hold me accountable for it.The other two imagines should be out soon after this, but for now, I hope you enjoy!

-H

P.S. Yngvild is pronounced ENG-HILD

Pairing: Bishop Heahmund x OC, Lagertha x Daughter!OC, Mentioned Hvitserk x OC

Fandom: Vikings

Warnings: Slight smut, nudity, spoilers for 5x09

Words: 1,449

The dust was settling in the aftermath of the battle against Ivar’s army. Yngvild, along with Ubbe, Bjorn, and Torvi scanned the abandoned battlefield for survivors.

A silver glint of light caught Yngvild’s eye  as she passed a mass of bodies. She knelt down before a man in strange clothing, reaching beneath him and pulling the his sword out.

The blade was magnificent, silver blade and accents with a thick leather handle. On the blade, there were letters engraved to form strange words that she couldn’t make out, English most likely.

Yngvild turned her attention to the man who had previously wielded the sword and used whatever strength she could muster to turn the man over. She ran a hand over his cheek as she allowed her eyes to drink in his features.

His hair was short and dark, sideburns running into a thin beard. His eyes were closed, framed by two thick brows, his long eyelashes sitting on his cheeks. His nose was rather large, and same with his pink lips. He was very attractive, beautiful even.

“Who is this?” She asked Ubbe as he wandered passed.

Ubbe moved to look at the man over her shoulder.

“That is the Christian priest, Heahmund.” He told you, distaste gracing his tone.

The priest coughed, blood spurting from his lips. His eyes opened wide as he stared at Yngvild.

“He’s alive.” Yngvild held his head, putting her hand on Ubbe’s stomach to stop him as he drew his sword. “Save him, if it’s possible.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know why.” Yngvild thought for a moment. “Maybe the gods know why.”

She stood up and began to march away, calling to a healer nearby. “Save him!”

***

It wasn't until the next day when Yngvild saw Heahmund again. He sat on a cot as she entered his tent.

They held eye contact for a few moments before he spoke. “You saved me. Thank you.”

Yngvild cracked a smile. “But if I had not saved you, you would now be in heaven.” She paused. “I believe you are a Christian priest, isn’t that where you would prefer to be?”

“I am a priest,” he began, “but I am also a man. I love God, but I also love life.”

“And what is it about life that you love so much?”

“Its joy, its pain.”

She was silent for a moment. “And do you love human beings?”

“Our Lord loved all human beings. His love was agape, not eros. A great, embracing love.”

“And do you have that same embracing love? Do you love all men and women just the same?”

He chuckled. “I am not our Lord. Agape is too hard for me.”

Yngvild opened her mouth to speak again, but closed her lips when he continued.

“I love women. Not just spiritually.”

“We have no problems loving the spirit and the flesh.” She told him. “Our gods encourage it.”

Heahmund’s face contorted into an expression of confusion. “Then you have no guilt? No remorse?”

Yngvild shook her head. “No.”

“I envy you.” He confessed. “I have spent many years of my life sinfully.”

Yngvild stood and turned to leave the tent.

“Why didn’t you kill me?”

“I don’t know. Perhaps we will find out."

***

It was later that day when Yngvild’s attention was drawn from her mother, who sat next to her on a stump.

A crowd hollered and roared as Heahmund approached the two shieldmaidens, placing all of his weight on a thin tree branch. A man kicked the branch out from its place in the dirt.

“Down in the mud, Christian!” The man laughed.

“Get up, Christian!” Another ordered.

Heahmund gripped the branch tightly and crawled along the muddy path to where the Queen and her daughter were perched.

“What are you doing?” Lagertha ordered.

“I wanted to speak to your daughter.”

Her cold glare remained on him for a moment before she stood up, placing a gentle hand on her daughter’s cheek, and marching off, Torvi hot on her heels.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” Yngvild asked as she turned, sauntering off to her tent, Heahmund struggling along behind her.

“Everything.” He dropped the stick when he entered the dark tent. “The gods, life and death, my soul…” he listed off.

“Why with me?”

“I think you may know some of the answers.”

“What gave you that idea?”

He scoffed. “Do you believe in fate?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then fate has brought us together.”

She laughed. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“No.” Heahmund chuckled. “I think we are equals. I think you know that too. I’m interested in you, fascinated. I want to know more. I think we have more in common than you know. And there is some urgency to this conversation.”

“What is so urgent, priest?” She questioned.

“I know we’re going to fight again, and soon.”

Yngvild leaned against the wooden post that held up the center of the tent, crossing her arms over her chest. “You don’t have to fight for us.”

Heahmund responded with a bitter laugh. “Of course I do. That’s why you saved me. You hoped I would take up my sword and fight for your mother against Ivar.”

“Will you?”

“I will fight for Lagertha.” He moved closer, now almost pressed against you. “But I would die for you.”

Yngvild scoffed. “You don’t even know me.”

“Oh,” he reached up, pushing a lock of blonde hair that had come loose from your braid. “I know you. I’ve known you my entire life.”

She stared into his blue eyes, processing everything that he’d told her. A wicked grin grew across her cheeks as she reached up to the ties on the front of her dress. “Do you really want to sin again?”

She pulled the string, allowing her gown to drop to her feet. The cool air made goose pimples rise on her smooth skin.

Heahmund was silent, absorbing her naked body.

When he made no move to touch nor deny her, she gripped his hands, placing one onto her left breast, allowing him to feel her rock hard nippled between his fingers, and the other between her legs, where he was able to feel her heat and wetness.

“I would do anything for you. I would sin for you. I would worship you.”

She pushed his hand closer to her, feeling a finger slip inside her. A whimper fell from her lips as she moved to press them against his. Quickly, one finger turned into two, and he was pumping them in with no assistance from her.

She pulled back from his mouth and removed his fingers within her, ripping his clothes from his body and pushing him onto her bed before straddling his hips.

“Then worship me.”

***

Yngvild traced a slim finger through the hair on Heahmund’s chest, leaning up on her elbow to be able to see his face. She leaned in and began to place kisses from his chest, up his throat, and to his lips, where she slipped her tongue into his mouth.

He pulled away, brushing her hair from her face. “You are the first woman that I have truly been with.”

She smirked at his confession. “You are the first Christian I have ever been with.”

“You’ve been with other men?” He asked.

“Yes.” She answered shortly. “But none like you.”

Yngvild slid on top on him once more, feeling his hardening manhood against her core.

“How many?” He questioned.

She thought for a moment. “Three.” She began rocking her hips.

Heahmund sat up so he was face to face with her. “And… how were they?”

Whimpers began to slip from her lips as she continued to grind on him.

“All the same.” She panted. “Rough, needy. Only one made me finish.”

“Who?” He demanded.

“Hvitserk.” She managed out as she lowered herself onto him, but whined as he stopped her at the tip.

“Ivar’s brother.” He stated, an expression of distaste crossing his features.

“Yes.” She dropped herself onto him fully. “He made me finish, but only once each time. You've already beaten him.”

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Happy Valentine's Day, Y'all

Sending a wish of love to all of you reading this!

Also wondering which of these you would most like to see (although they will all most likely be posted at some point.)

Bishop Heahmund x OC, Lagertha x Daughter!OC (Vikings)

Jordan Parrish x Reader (Teen Wolf)

Gilbert Blythe x Reader (Anne)

How To Vote:

Like = Heahmund

Reblog = Parrish

Comment = Gilbert

Voting ends 19/02/18!

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Forgive

I am personally a huge fan of Teen Wolf, and have been wanting to write an imagine about it for while now, so here it is! This imagine is also somewhat inspired by the game ‘Life is Strange” but doesn’t at all follow the plot of the game.

-H

Pairing: Lydia Martin x Reader, Pack x Reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Warnings: Sadness, death, implied nudity, graphic description of broken bones, blood, etc (seriously do not read if that bothers you), implied depression, vomiting

Words: 1,618

Fingers danced along Lydia’s back. A lazy giggle emerged from her throat as she kept her eyes closed.

“Lydia…” Your voice sang.

“Lydia… Lydia!” Stiles snapped his fingers in front of her face.

“Huh?” She suddenly became aware of her surroundings. She sat at a table in the courtyard of Beacon Hills High School along with Stiles, Scott, Malia, and Liam, and Mason.

They all shared a glance. “We asked if you were going to the pack meeting tonight.” Malia repeated.

“Oh, uh, no. I don’t think so.”

The bell rang, and everyone left for class. Everyone but Lydia and Stiles.

“Lydia… it’s been months.” He began. “Don’t you think it’s time you get back out there? You know-” Lydia cut him off.

“I should what? Move on?” She scoffed. “I’ve moved on, what makes you think I haven’t?”

Stiles knew that he was practically walking on eggshells around her. “Well you’ve been… a little…” he couldn’t decide on what word to use.

“What? Sheltered? A loner?” She snapped. “I’ve moved on. It’s not like we were dating or anything. (Y/N) left. She left. I’m over it.”

Lydia stood up and stormed off to math class, taking the seat furthest to the back.

It wasn’t unusual for Lydia to slack off in class these last few weeks since your disappearance. She would sit and ponder.

She played with the bracelet that dangled around her pale wrist as the teacher explained the lesson.

“Lydia,” you snickered as she kissed your nose.

She pulled back and stared into your eyes, leaning in again before you moved your head back.

“I have something for you.”

She sat back on her knees as you rolled over to the edge of her bed where your backpack was thrown. You ruffled around in the bag for a few seconds, before emerging with a closed fist. You opened it to reveal a hand-braided bracelet, an exact replica of the one that hung from your wrist.

“A bracelet just like yours!” She gasped, thrusting her wrist towards you so you could tie it on.

“There.” You stated. “Now we will always be together, even when we’re not.”

A cat-like grin spread across Lydia’s cheeks as she repeated your words like a promise, an oath. An oath to you and your friendship.

The bell made Lydia jump out of the memory. That was the summer after freshman year, three years ago.

She sped out of the class and to her car, ignoring the calls from her fellow pack members. She hopped into her car and soon found herself at your house.

Neither of your parents’ cars were in the driveway, and no one answered the door when she knocked. Luckily, she remembered where they kept the spare key.

She wandered into your room, as she had done many times. She dragged her fingers over the  dresser, picking up dust on the way, before sitting on your bed. She picked up the knitted throw from the end of the mattress, acting like a bed runner. She hugged it to her chest and pulled it up to her nose, taking in your scent, a scent she hadn’t been able to take in for two months.

“What’s your deal with that blanket?” She asked you as you cuddled up with it.

“My grandma made it for me. I've had it since I was a little girl.” You answered. “Why?”

Lydia was quiet for a moment before responding. “You just sleep with it every time I come over.”

You giggled, “I sleep with it every night because it’s special, makes me feel nice… like you.”

Lydia flushed as red as her strawberry locks and pushed a strand behind her ear. “I-I…” she stuttered, causing you to laugh more.

She grinned, somewhat gaining back her lost confidence. “You’re special to me, too.”

By now, tears were rolling down her ivory cheeks and falling onto the blanket.

“(Y/N),” she sobbed. “I need you.”

She stuffed the blanket into the passenger seat of her car and drove off, somehow finding her way home through the fog in her mind.

“Lydia?” Her mom called as she entered her grand house. “Is that you?”

“Yeah Mom, it’s me.”

“Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, do you want to-”

Lydia cut her off. “Actually, I’m not hungry. I think I’m just going to go to bed early.”

Natalie wasn’t phased by this, having had to deal with this behaviour for the last few months, but she still felt pity for her daughter, and chose not to argue. “Alright, just come down if you decide you want something.”

Lydia nodded briefly before she disappeared up the stairs.

Once she reached her bedroom, she wrapped herself in your blanket, clutching it close to her nose, and fell into her bed.

Laughter filled the air as Lydia laid on a lounger parallel to the one you were on. Gossip and jokes were swapped as you let the sun tan the skin that was exposed around your bikini.

Your phone dinged, signalling you had received a text. Lydia took note of the drain of colour in your face as you read it.

“(Y/N), who is it?”

You jumped in your spot, quickly turning your phone off and brushing it off. “It’s nothing, just my mom.”

Lydia didn’t buy it. “Seriously, (Y/N), what’s up?”

“Nothing, really!” You reassured her.

“Really?”

You held her hand, leaning closer and pressing your lips to hers in a long kiss. “Really. Just forget it, okay?”

She nodded, speechless.

A playful grin spread across your cheeks. “When did you say that your mom would be home?”

“(Y/N)!” She squealed as water splashed her. “What does my mom coming home have anything to do with it?”

She didn’t get a verbal response from you, only feeling a wet object hit her in the face. She pulled it back to reveal your bikini top.

Her eyes widened two times their size as she looked back to you, finding you treading shoulder deep in the water, your bottoms now sitting on the edge of the pool.

“So,” you called. “You comin’ in?”

Lydia woke up in a familiar place. She was no longer in her bed with your blanket, but instead the Beacon Hills Reserve.

She stumbled around for a few moments, dread taking over her body, knowing fully well what usually followed these situations that she found herself in way too much.

She climbed a small hill, and at the bottom laid an unmoving figure. Lydia scrambled down the hill rolling the body over, and letting a scream louder than she’d ever let out before when she barely recognized your face.

Your once healthy hair, was now ripped out in places and matted with blood, and your face so bruised, bloody, and swollen, the only way she could really tell it was you, was your now lifeless eyes. Your right arm was broken beyond repair, and so was you left leg. One of your ribs was protruding from your chest and shirt, blood covering you from head to toe.

She held you for what felt like hours when she heard voices.

“Lydia! Lydia, where are you?”

She was too weak to respond, but soon the voices were only a few feet away.

“Lydia?” Scott’s voice was meek as he approached her slumped figure. “Is that-”

“It’s her.” She whispered so quietly that without his heightened hearing, he wouldn’t have heard her. “It’s (Y/N). She’s dead.”

Scott knelt next to her and took in your state. “Lydia, I’m-”

“Don’t.” She cut him off. “I loved her, Scott. I loved her, and now she’s dead.”

“I know,” Scott told her, pulling her to his chest. “We’ll find who did this. I promise.”

Stiles skidded to a stop in front of them. “Scott, you found-” he cut himself off when he saw not two, but three figures on the forest floor, one lying eerily still.

Scott shook his head at his best friend, choosing not to say anything in respect to the heartbroken banshee, and watched as Stiles’ entire body wavered, suddenly growing pale.

He took a few steps closer, but once he caught a proper glance at your mangled body, he stumbled to the nearest tree to balance him as the contents of his stomach spilled from his mouth.

Once recovered from vomiting, he stepped back and whipped out his phone. Shakily he said, “I- uh, I gotta call my dad.”

The police arrived in no time, along with your family, who wailed at the sight of your body being taken away in a black bag. Scott and Stiles sat with Lydia in the back of an ambulance, all wrapped in blankets and a menacing silence set over the trio.

Thoughts ran through Lydia’s mind, but she couldn’t focus on any of them as her heart raced. Only one thing was on her mind the whole time.

“She was special.” She whispered, not even loud enough for Scott to hear. “She was special."

It was later revealed that you had been murdered by a man from out of town, who's number was found on your phone, along with some very threatening messages.

Lydia knew that those messages were the ones you'd been receiving the entire time, and she also knew that they had been right under her nose. She could have told someone, but she chose not to, which lead to your murder. For this, she would never forgive herself.

[northside-serpent]

Training

Request: Hey! Could u do a merlin x reader where he’s being hella protective of u and won’t let u train with the knights (even thought Arthur lets u) and like u get rlly pissed of and like break up with him saying u don’t need his protection on help anymore. And it’s hella angsty pls and then u get hurt while training and merlin freaks out and u guys make up as he cleans ur wounds - @milleniumxhan

Pairing: Merlin x Reader

Fandom: Merlin

Warnings: A good ol’ Shakespearean insult, low-key sexism (not really a warning but ya know)

Words: 1371

Being the daughter of Uther Pendragon’s Captain of the Guard, you grew up learning how to fight alongside Uther’s son, Arthur, and the other young boys who lived in the castle.

It was unusual for a girl to be learning how to fight against boys, but your father felt it was his duty to teach you to defend yourself. You obviously weren’t going to be a knight, but no one could keep you from being a warrior. After years of training, you became a feared opponent to the other boys.

When your father became ill, you were forced to drop training to take care of him. Gaius was as much help as he could be, but you all knew deep down that your father would not get over his sickness. Many of the knights - Arthur include - tried again and again to get you to return to training, but your grief was overwhelming and the memory of your father became too strong when you thought of the training grounds.

You did eventually return to the castle, but to be a maid. Arthur continued to treat you as a friend, but you kept your relationship strictly professional.

Then came Merlin, Gaius’ apprentice and Arthur’s manservant-to-be. He was kind and was always able to make you smile, which was something you hadn’t truly done since the death of your father. Merlin understood your grief, as he too had lost his father.

You and Merlin became close, closer than you’d ever been with anyone. He made you feel happiness once more. You began to return to your old self almost completely.

“(Y/N),” Sir Leon called to you as you skipped down the hall. Leon was one of those who you had grown up with, he was like a brother to you. “Looking lovely as ever. I still wonder when you will return to the training grounds with us.”

You felt an ache in your heart, but it wasn’t as strong as it once was.

“I may just take you up on that offer, Leon.” You told him with a grin on your face.

“Well I speak for each and every knight when I say that we patiently await your return.” Leon flashed a quick grin at you before he turned with a swish of his cloak and continued on his way to the grounds.

***

“What’s this I hear about you joining the knights in their training?” Merlin’s voice caused you to jump and you pulled the old sheets from Arthur’s bed.

You turned to his with a hand on your chest. “Merlin! You frightened me!”

He shook his head. “(Y/N), you can’t train with them.”

“And why not?” You retorted.

“Because they’re knights! You’ve seen how brutal they can be, and you’re you, you’re-” you cut him off.

“I’m what?” You challenged. “A girl?”

Merlin opened is mouth to object but you continued.

“You think I can’t fight just as well as them, because I’m a girl!” You ranted as you continued to make the bed. “I will have you know that I do as I please, and there is nothing you can do to stop it!”

“You’re going to get hurt!” He yelled back.

You turned to storm out, but he grabbed your hands in his and stared into your eyes.

“I just want to keep you safe.”

You ripped your hands from his and grabbed the basket of dirty sheets at your feet.

“You are honestly the biggest clotpole I’ve ever met, Merlin! I will go to training if I please to do so, and I will not have you telling me that I can’t!” You marched out as you yelled, passing a confused Arthur.

***

The next day, you pulled yourself out of bed and changed into your trousers and blouse, adorning a pair of tall brown boots on your feet and tying your hair back into a braid. You grabbed your father’s sword from under your bed before making your way up to the training grounds.

The knights were already there by the time you arrived. Everyone turned as your marched up to Arthur.

“Have room for one more?” You rhetorically asked him.

“Always,” he smiled at you.

A hand gripped at your wrist and whipped you around. You found yourself face-to-face with Merlin.

“I told you not to come.” He grumbled.

“And I told you that you can’t tell me what to do!”

He began to argue, but Arthur cut in.

“Merlin, the lady has made her decision.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

Merlin scoffed and returned to where he stood on the sidelines.

“(Y/N), would you like to do the honours and begin by sparring against Leon?” Arthur gestured to the man next to him.

Leon sent you a playful wink as you agreed, drawing your sword and joining him in the center of the ring.

Leon was strong in all areas, while you made quicker moves. You pushed yourself harder and harder, but alas, he managed to knock you onto your back and held his sword at your throat.

“Well,” you grunted in pain as you sat up. “I am a bit rusty.”

Leon laughed. “As rusty as you should be. Welcome back.” He reached down and helped you back to your feet.

“Well fought,” Arthur said to you as you passed him, knocking Merlin’s shoulder as you sauntered over to stand next to Gwaine.

You fought each of the knights, all except for Mordred, who you were up against next.

You circled each other for a few moments before you made the first strike. He successfully blocked you and gave you a forceful shove backwards. You somehow managed to stay on your feet, but barely had time to adjust before Mordred was on you again.

You took his legs out from underneath him and knelt on his back, preparing to take the victory, but were thrown backways by his elbow knocking into your nose.

You could feel the blood dripping off your chin as you attempted to adjust, but you were too dizzy. You could barely make out the sharp edge that stared you in the eyes.

“That’s enough for today!” Arthur called out, retreating to the castle, followed by the others.

Merlin sore in front of you as you blinked in an attempt to clear your eyes.

“Sore?” You could hear the snarkiness in his tone.

“A bit,” you told him, holding your nose to stop the blood spewing out.

Merlin gripped your shoulders and helped you to your feet. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

He lead you to Gaius’, where he sat you at a table and handed you a cloth for your nose and began shuffling around.

“Merlin?” You called as you heard the sound of glass shattering. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, just looking for something to stop the bleeding.”

“Merlin,” you began. “You have magic.”

You heard the shuffling stop.

“I mean, I suppose that would be easier.” You could hear him walking to his room to grab his spell books.

He was suddenly sitting next to you, flipping through pages.

“Ah-ha!” He cheered. “Found one!”

He began muttering the spell, and your vision became clear again. You removed the cloth to find it stained with your blood, but your nose was now dry.

“Thank you.” You said to him. “But I am still going to training tomorrow.”

You kissed his cheek quickly before hopping up and skipping out the door.

In the distance, you could hear him begin to protest, but you were intent on continuing your training to become as strong as you once were.